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alltheirdamn · 5 months ago

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girl, you’re going to send me on a tangent about this!!!!😭

okay… okay, let’s see

Jumping right in going to answer the questions right along with you bb:

Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

So first things first: yes, i have many kinks I want to write. There are some I find will either be too niche (and not everyone’s cup of tea) or it will be something i personally don’t feel confident in writing. there are certain kinks that i see other fic writers take charge with and think “damn, i sure as fuck can’t do it that well”. so, i take a step back and let them do their thing. IRL experiences? there’s one lil drabble i posted that may or may not be a personal experience, but i tend to create organic and fresh scenes that i can immerse myself in without feeling biased. (i’m going to shamelessly plug that i love receiving asks/anons with ideas or suggestions on certain kinks/scenes, because sometimes my brain is mush and i cannot think up new ideas… which is where workshopping helps a lot too)

(OTHER Q/A)

how do you come up with the scene/scenario for smut?

For the longggest of times, i was so afraid of writing smut. reading other fic writers & their own work was so intimidating. i was so overly critical about my own work and worried that everything i wrote was absolute SHIT. i struggled for so long trying to find a way to verbalize a scene i could picture in my head so clearly. The biggest thing i found that helped was just letting myself be carefree in it. i would stumble across song lyrics or pictures floating around pinterest, and decided “you know, you CAN do this.” To circle back to the actual question, i loveeeee music as the inspiration for smut. it gives me the creative ability to verbalize the way a song/lyric makes me feel. i try not to focus so much on the tiny details, and more or less try and create the world that’s being painted in my head. i want these scenes/scenarios to grow organically and be portrayed to the reader as clearly as i see them in my own mind. (and sometimes, the inspiration is just one or two words… for instance my Declined one-shot was literally in my notes app as: Joel mechanic card declines) <- like what the fuck how?

Finding the balance between planning things out so it's a comprehensive story while also leaving enough undecided that things can come up naturally.

I am very very bad at planning a story out. Like extremely bad. I will have xyz done in my head with very little else to help supplement the idea. the “undecided” aspect tends to be the bigger pieces of a fic/story, while the “planning out” tends to almost always be the dialogue. i talk… and talk… and talk to myself until i magically create a scene in my head. once the dialogue is mostly thought up, i build around it and hope for the best. i can’t say that this works all the time, but it terms of smut-centered fics, it’s what works best for me. My fic, Killing Me Softly, was no where near where i thought it would be by the end. @loonmartell came to me with an insane thread of theories and it struck me as like an “oh my for how did i not see this??” moment and i just let the theories take charge and direct the story in the way it did. i feel as tho if i plan TOO much, it leaves little room for exploration in terms of character development and plot progression.

Damn now you got me thinking about what would change if my characters "talked" to me too! / It must feel like there's writer's meeting or something except you're the only one doing the work

I read the responses and explanations to this and at first was like “no way, this doesn’t happen to me”. and then i looked at the Declined one-shot and how it spiraled into a full blown mini-series. More times than not, I’m inside the readers head creating the “what’s next” narrative to a story. (when there sometimes SHOULDN’T be a “what’s next) it’s so easy to get greedy and write more for the sake of a duo, but then i have to put the captains hat back on and say “no, i’m driving this fucking boat and you bitches need to get off and let the next two ride”. if i let my characters talk to me, hypothetically speaking, i’d never finish a story and continue their journey forever. but also… i wouldn’t hate having Joel Miller in my ear all day long.

who will frequently help me to workshop ideas and save my ass!

literally up until like maybe a month or two ago, i was still navigating this community solo. like, i hadn’t put myself out there too much and just kind of free-balled it without much interaction. BUT if it weren’t for Loon and their beautiful brain and big ideas, KMS would have never been what it is. and then @mermaidgirl30 comes along, and now we frequent each others inbox all week about coming chapters/drabbles/screenshots & i LOVE IT!!! @lotusbxtch , you’ve been a goddamn genius and my absolute horny confidante in the wee hours of the night giving me the joosiest ideas and helping me rapid fire some plans for future smut. having this community around has been so amazing, personally AND creatively speaking.

i try and tell myself that the more i write, the more practice i’m getting… so even if some smut scenes suck, i know they are only stepping stones for future WIP’s.

anyway, okay it’s 3AM & i need to stfu so i love you all & will now be zipping my mouth before i keep typing until my fingers bleed.

Question for Fic Writers

So I'm curious about something. If you write smut, how do you come up with the scene/scenario?

For me it just sort of comes to me when I'm thinking about my characters. Like especially for my chaptered series, I'll be thinking about the characters and their progression and then a smut idea for them will just pop into my head like a movie scene. I rarely feel like I'm struggling to come up with a scene bc my brain just sort of fills in the blanks if that makes sense?

But I wanna know about other writers. Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

Please share bc I'm super curious!

Sound off in the comments or reblog with extended commentary if you're a yapper like me.

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#if u see this pls jump in and talk too #i’m curious

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shima-draws · 2 years ago

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i just watched eugeos death :') do you have any fix it fic recommendations?

OH NAUR…….I still remember my first time watching that episode. I cried like a baby for 20 minutes after it was over;; I mean UH WHAT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Eugeo’s death?? That didn’t happen. That’s not canon. Lol that’s crazy,

(Btw idk if you’re the same anon from the ask I just answered but if you are. Sorry I’m late RIP)

Anyway yes hmm well. If you’re into Yujikiri I’m going to shamelessly self plug my own Yujikiri fics (which are technically both fix-it fics) which you can read here!!

I actually haven’t read any SAO fics in a HOT second but I can tell you anything by Esselle is really good (tho I’m p sure a lot of their works are NSFW so be aware of that?). Hazy shade of autumn by PersonalityTest is a great one as well!

That’s all I got unfortunately but if there’s more active members in the community who wanna toss a few recs, please feel free to do so!

#SAO #SAO spoilers #Sword Art Online #Shima answers questions #Yujikiri #Fic recs

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writingwhilecaffeinated · 8 months ago

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@lesbeauxreves

Inset keyboard smash here cause oh my goodness you’re so kind! 😭

I ADORE how you mention it works for Benedict too. It totally does! Even in canon he’s not ready yet, adding multiple layers to himself to try to find his purpose before anything truly sticks or settles. It’s one of the reasons I’m excited for the upcoming season.

@velvetcovered-brick and I (I cannot talk about plot for this fic without giving them due credit. They’re my fellow mastermind and plot master and YES, I will shamelessly use this opportunity to plug there own fanfic works) when discussing how plot in this version of a canon re-write would change and how it would not change, we take each season into account. Some things have to stay the same. I Can already tell you that the Kanthony story for s2 in MANY ways cannot change entirely for two reasons:

1. @velvetcovered-brick and I discussed Anthony’s stubbornness. Even when Daphne, a sibling who now arguably has more experience in love and marriage than her brothers, attempts to make him see reason, Anthony refuses. Kate is similar. Benedict and Penelope won’t be able to have much impact in some respects, but how that story impacts Ben and Pen? That’s entirely different when you factor in their friendship now.

2. The season 3 ideas we’re discussing are very much our own, but we still take what the show writers have into account in terms of timeline of events where things happen like balls, parties, etc. we also take new characters into account.

While I can safely say S3 for the fic will have the biggest departure in plot from the show, we still love to see how new characters of plot points introduced can affect what we come up with. Francesca in particular has been a favorite to discuss, for reasons I can’t disclose yet.

This was a ramble, sorry! But thank you for reading!! It means so much to me!

hi friend! i've been thinking about the chapter title for the newest update of unspooled... is "alla prima" a callback to the last chapter? or is it to signify that the hits keep coming at pen, so she feels the need to constantly pour out new editions of whistledown before the ink has even dried on the old ones?

Hi friend!!! @lesbeauxreves Thank you for asking! And for reading, I really appreciate it ♥️♥️

Ohhhh, that’s a great question! It works twofold, honestly. It is a bit of a callback to the last chapter and her conversation with Benedict. How Penelope in times of duress and great stress specifically, just hammers out Whistledown columns before the ink is dry and in many cases, before the tears are dry. Everything just happens and happens and the emotions and words layer to create the picture, so to speak.

A lot of my interpretation with Penelope has been she writes some of her best, but also most cruel, columns when she’s upset and stressed. She isn’t as levelheaded as she likes to think she is, she’s quite emotional except her outbursts come through her altar ego. So literally, like you said, the hits keep coming so her writing escalates.

I like to also think (Though admittedly, I thought of this later after coming up with the chapter title) that Penelope herself isn’t done yet, right? She’s being painted later by later, and the layers are still “wet,” creating a complicated mix of colors and style as she grows. She’s nowhere near done yet, and whether this “method” is the best way to mold a person, this is what happen to her.

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enbyprentiss · 4 years ago

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Desperate

Genre: Smut, just straight filth practically no plot

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, use of nicknames mommy and puppy (this isn’t exactly pet play or age play, i just think the nicknames are hot lol), masturbation (male), oral (female receiving), pegging, degradation and praise, sweet aftercare

this fic is heavily inspired by some of the asks on @sparklinspence blog so follow them if you don’t already (you must be 18+ to follow!!!)

After a long day at work, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend frantically rubbing his flushed, red cock against one of their pillows, whimpering and whining out for her. Her boyfriend that she didn’t even know was back from a case.

Hearing her footsteps made Spencer look up, “I-I’m sorry--”, he began to ramble while halting his actions.

“Ah-ah. You want to act like a desperate little puppy, go ahead.”

“N-no, please! Want you!”

“Oh, really? Is that why you broke the rules?”

“I-I’m really sorry, mommy! Please, please, please?!”

“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already a mess.”, she chuckled, “Get off the pillow and stay there.”, she gave in to his pleas. He nodded and did as he was told while Y/N began to shed all her clothes. But, it wasn’t until then that she noticed the purple plug in him.

She laid on the bed in front of him, spreading her legs apart for him so that he could see the way she was glistening already. He couldn’t help but stare in awe until Y/N’s word broke Spencer from his trance, ‘Well, what are you waiting for? Go, ahead. Lick my pussy like the stupid, pathetic little thing you are.”

The degradation made his eyes glow even brighter before he got to work. He lapped her wetness up to her clit, brushing his tongue up and down while she brushed her fingers through his hair. He started teasing her entrance, prodding and pushing his tongue as far as it would go which, elicited moans to pour from her lips. And desperate to make her cum, he circled and sucked on her clit.

“Oh--fuck, yes! Such a good boy, puppy.”

Spencer sat back up, Y/N still running her fingers through his curls while he tried to lick her left over cum off of his chin. She kissed him briefly before pulling away and getting off the bed, making him whine out loudly. But that quickly changed when he saw what she was getting.

“Get on your back.”, she ordered while putting on the strap-on.

“R-really?”

“Yes, since you want to be so full like a greedy little slut.”, she gestured to the plug that was currently occupying him. Though, that didn’t last long as she sat before him and pulled it out slowly, making him moan out shamelessly.

Y/N kissed him softly, eventually traveling downward marking all across his neck and chest while she lubed them both up. He grew impatient quickly, whining and squirming on the bed.

“Do you want it or not?”, Y/N partially scolded.

“Yes! Yes, want it!”

“What do you say?”

“Please! Please, want it so bad, mommy!”

“Good boy.”, she cooed before slowly pushing into him. The new feeling made him whimper and scrunch up his nose, arching his back slightly. She set a steady pace, brushing against his sweet spot with nearly every thrust, making him moan over and over again, begging her to touch his cock. Y/N eventually gave in, gripping his flushed cock and stroking back and forth slowly.

His moans eventually turned into mindless babbling, “Aw, you’re just my dumb little puppy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes! I’m your little puppy!”

“Such a little mindless slut, huh?”

“Mhm! I’m your stupid slut, mommy!”

She picked up the pace so that every stroke of his cock matched to every thrust and now Spencer was covering his mouth with the back of his palm, trying to quiet himself down. Y/N yanked his hand away and noticing the way his cock throbbed in her hand, she slapped him just hard enough to make him cry out, “Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Yes! Please, need it!”

“Say you’re sorry first.”

“I’m sorry, mommy! Won’t break the rules again! Please let me cum!”

“Ok, puppy. Go ahead.”, as soon as he was given permission he came all over her hand and his own tummy while panting. Y/N pulled the dildo out, not wanting to overstimulate him.

She got up to get a wet rag to clean him up a little, along with a lollipop from their secret stash and some water. She wiped him down gently while he sucked on the cherry flavored sweet, occasionally taking small sips from the glass. Y/N covered Spencer’s pretty pink cheeks in kisses while trying to convince him to get up and shower.

Eventually, she succeeded and washed his soft brown locks and scrubbing him down gently. She picked out his favorite, softest pair of boxers and her favorite pair of shorts when they got back to their bedroom. She tucked them both under the covers, stroking his hair with one hand while reading to him softly with the other until he fell asleep against her bare chest. Y/N whispered little ‘I love you’s and sweet nothings to Spencer’s sleeping figure even though she knew he couldn’t hear her, before falling asleep herself.

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tipsydipsydo · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Dom! Namjoon x bratty Sub! Reader x Dom! Hoseok

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SMUT!!! (Well, that’s not smut anymore, that’s literally porn) 99,6% Smut + 00,4%Fluff at the end

Warnings: …well… where should I begin?…THIS IS PURE PWP! Threesome, Polyamory, Dom-/Sub-Themes, Masturbation, Toys, Petnames, Degradation, filthy Name-Calling, Master-Kink, Daddy-Kink, Lots of really filthy Dirty Talk, Swearing, Spanking, HEAVY Assplay, Anal-Fingering, lot of Lube, Pussy-Exhibitionism(?), Pussy Slapping, Mirror-Sex/Making out, Double Penetration (vaginal + anal), Squirting, Unprotected Sex (be smart in RL pls!), Mentions of Aftercare wtf i’m doing with my life?! i need holy water.

A/N: This story got inspired by an idea of the lovely and absolute amazing @h0esvck , we texted smutty shit with each other. Originally it only should be a drabble. Well, here we are again with a 3.6k porn fic.

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to masturbate without the permission of your boyfriends Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi catches you with your pastel blue dildo deep in your pussy…

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With a sigh of pleasure, you let your head fall back into the countless pillows of your huge king size bed and close your eyes shortly afterwards. You tense the muscles of your ass with a wicked smile up and begin to moan softly as you feel the hard and unyielding metal clearly between your buttcheeks. God, you just love the feeling of your little hole being filled with a plug.

Just the thought that your sweet pussy will be stuffed with the big pastel blue dildo just makes you even wetter. You feel your arousal running down slowly over your butt and dripping on the towel under you. Hobi and Joon have promised to take today’s evening some time for their little princess off and takes care of you and your needs. But when you heard this promise you just roll your eyes.

They can promise you a lot when the day seems to be long. With the same words, they put you off last week and the week before. Sure, they have a hell of a lot to do, but then they shouldn’t keep giving you such empty promises again and again if they can’t keep them. You are tired of waiting and if they’re not able to satisfy your needs, then you do it yourself.

You have ignored your sexual desires way too long, you’ve had nothing between your legs for too long to be still able to endure this burning lust in your lower abdomen. Usually your boys ensure that your high sex drive is satisfied by themself and that you hardly have to lend a hand yourself, unless they are on tour. Only for this reason you have your own toy box, the other toys have been locked away by the boys, so you’re not tempted to help yourself without permission. What a pity that they forgot to take this box away from you~

You bite your lower lip in anticipation as you push the realistic modeled dildo into your greedy and impatiently waiting hole. You fill yourself inch by inch until you have the toy in your dripping cunt right up to the base. Your walls gripping the silicone cock firmly, your pussy has really sucked it in as if she were afraid that the dildo would be taken away from you again.

A slight blush of pure enjoyment settle down on your cheeks at the thought that both of your holes are stuffed. You have to admit, you have a small (well, more of a huge) kink for this, you just love the feeling of being completely filled.

You love that you’re even tighter and more sensitive than you already are when you wear a plug or anal beads. You love the sensation when you feel the plug clearly next to the dildo when you pulling it out or pushing it back into you. You love the idea of loosening your tight hole up with a plug or anal dildo until it shines full of lube and start clenching around nothing, just waiting to be used as a play or fuck hole by the boys.

Your lips open a little bit to let the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as you pump the dildo in and out of your pussy faster and faster. The fingertips of your other hand rubs erratically over your clit. You just spread your thighs even more until you are completely bare and open on the bed. The thought of being caught by someone, how you present yourself shamelessly like you are on a silver tablet and fuck yourself with toys makes you so fucking horny.

…well, you didn’t expect to be really caught, and especially not by Hoseok!

“Oh, look, who do we have here? Has someone been so impatient and desperate for a cock that a crappy fake cock seems to be content for you and just couldn’t wait for a real cock? What should I do with a cockslut like you are now? Hm?”

Surprised and also half horrified, your eyes snaps open and your body drive up straight in the bed. Out of sheer alarm, you just forgot that the dildo is still halfway inside your pussy.

Actually, he shouldn’t be at home yet, isn’t he still at dance practice?!

“H-Hobi … w-what are you doing here? Don’t you have practice right now? …and it’s not what it looks like, believe me! H-Haha!”, you try a little giggle to ease the tension in the room, but it comes out more hysterical than casual.

But Hobi doesn’t laugh, he just looks at you with a hard, cold gaze that gives you chills running down your back and goosebumps are forming on your skin. Then, he finally breaks the eye contact, which makes you gasp in relief. But then he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and seems to be typing a message. Oh god, no, no, no! Don’t text Namjoon, please don’t inform Namjoon about this here! When Hoseok seems to be pressing the send button, he looks up again, this time with a devilish smile on his lips. Now he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Oh God… you’re going to be in trouble, definitely!

“Hobi, I can explain everything, really! I-”

He gives you this intimidating and dominant look, so that you know that the smartest you could do right now is, to immediately shutting your babbling mouth.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you know the rules very well. And don’t call me ‘Hobi’, understand?”

“Y-Yes Master.”

“Right, that’s what I am for you. At least on this point you are a good girl and correct your mistakes. And now, take this dildo out of your slutty plussy and bend over my knee.”

You gulp hard and you notice how your cheeks become involuntarily hot with embarrassment, having disappointed your master so much with being such a bratty babygirl. At the same time, this embarassment also causes that a wild ball of excitement, desire and anticipation forms in your lower belly, which immediately attacks your pussy and even more arousal sticks now to the insides of your thighs.

You cannot really explain it, but on the one hand you are ashamed of your bratty behavior, on the other hand you are looking forward to your punishment in a kinda masochistic-exited way.

With shaky fingers and a little whimper, you pull the dildo out of yourself, right after that you feel how your empty hole is yearningly searching for something, clenching around nothing. Hoseok sat down on the edge of the bed, directly on the opposite side of the huge full body mirror, which takes almost the whole wall up on this side of the room. He turns his head to you and raises his eyebrow questioningly as if he wants ask why it takes you so long. With hasty steps on all fours you crawl over to him and climb with both hands over his lap and lie down on it with your lower middle.

A shock runs through your whole body when you realize, that you’re still wearing the plug, but it has previously seemed as if Hoseok had not noticed yet that you were wearing one.

You quickly turn your crimson red face around and try to hide it in the bed sheets. You start counting the seconds in your head until he notice the basis of the plug with the declaration “Daddy’s Girl”, a plug that Namjoon gave you a while ago.

“Oh, look what I found here between these perfectly round asscheeks… you’re such a greedy bitch, Princess. One stuffed hole isn’t enough for you? No, our little doll need both holes filled. Only for that you you earn it that I spank your ass. While you’re wearing the plug, you just love it when your asshole is stuffed. You’ll love it!”, wispers Hoseok in a sadistic voice and dreamily twiddle a bit on the plug before he pulls your butt up, so that you’re sticking your ass up in the air now. You feel the cold air on your wet pussy, makes you shiver briefly. You bet you’re dripping on Hoseok’s jeans.

“And now, count.”

A surprised yelp comes from your lips when the first slap on your right cheek comes faster and harder than you expected. The slap burns slightly on your skin, luckily the pain goes away pretty quickly. But as soon as the pain of the first slap is over, the second slap follows on your left ass cheek.

“I said count!”

Hoseok reminds you in a deep, ice-cold voice and gives you a accusing slap on both buttcheeks, right over the plug.

You whimper and start counting, try to not let yourself get too distracted by the slaps. The slaps themselves are not even the problem, rather you have to fight with the burning sensation on your skin and at the same time with the raging feeling of pleasure in your abdomen, where sexual pleasure mixes with the pain and creates an explosive mixture of desire. Your fingers gripping the bed sheets hard and you’re breathing heavy, especially these specific slaps directly on your plug kills you.

They hurt, of course, but the direct hit on the plug stimulates countless nerve endings on your muscle ring, triggering a wave of euphoric lust that almost makes you beg for more slaps. When Hoseok notices the effect of the slaps on the plug in your body, a diabolic smile flits across your lips.

“Princess, spread your legs a little bit more and support yourself by your shoulders, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for your master.”

You are confused, but you don’t dare to ask and follow the instructions without any comment. You gasp in disbelief when you feel how Hoseok grabs the base of the plug and slowly pulls it out of you, only to immediately place the plug back onto your puckered hole and tease with the tip of the plug your muscle ring, which is glistening of all the Lube.

“Princess, control yourself. Don’t be greedy and don’t just suck the plug back in right away just because I’m slowly pushing it back into you. We’ll practice it until you can control your little fuckhole.”

That’s how it goes. If your ass is too fast and your rosy muscle ring has eagerly sucked the plug in again, Hobi will pull it out immediately and start the next attempt. But not before he gave you a gentle and reprimand slap on your pussy lips and clit.

You notice how you loosen up more and more. The plug slides with every new attempt in and out more and more easily, without your muscle ring immediately having the plug firmly enclosed again.

“Well, that’s just a little bit of training. Now Bunny, you’ll get a little more training~”, purrs Hoseok and seems to be extremely satisfied with himself. You don’t care what kind of training is incoming, you just pray that your asshole or pussy is going to be filled with something. You can’t stand any longer being so empty, you are pretty much too worked up for that.

You can feel how Hoseok is turning away with his upper body and apparently putting the plug on the towel and reaching instead for the tube with the lubricant and the box with the one-way latex gloves. Oh fuck yes! Please, please, please, fuck my tiny asshole with your fingers!

Your arms, which have gradually become a bit numb, get a new adrenaline rush by the thought and you spread your buttcheeks even more. A deep chuckle comes from Hoseok’s throat.

“It seems like my little slut can hardly wait to get her asshole fingered and stretched open for a big, fat cock, right? Do you want it? Do you want that your Master scissoring that tiny asspussy open for your Master’s long cock? What do you want my sweet cum-bunny?”

His filthy dirty talk is driving you crazy, he knows your soft spots too well. You feel your hips shaking, you can’t remember wanting your ass fingerfucked so freaking bad.

“Yes, yes, yes, p-please Master! Fuck my little slutty asshole open with your fingers, please! Let my muscle ring be loose, turn my asshole into a soft and stretched asspussy for your cock! … please, please , please!”

Hoseok curse under his breath, which puts a little satisfied grin on your lips. You also know exactly what kind of words you should use to drive Hoseok insane.

“I’m gonna fingerfuck that little hole of yours properly into a wonderful asspussy, trust me.”

You hear him putting a pair of latex gloves one and use two fingers of his left hand to push the plush around your rosey, puckered hole away and then press a thick layer of cool lube out of the tube onto your muscle ring.

You whine and buck your hips up, can’t wait to feel his fingers inside of you. The first one of his deliciously long fingers slides into your hole, a short time later the second follows after he has determined how well relaxed you are already. He stretches you open with his index and middle fingers so that he can add his ring Finger now too. His movements are getting faster and faster and your whimpering and moaning are getting louder until Hoseok abruptly withdraws the fingers.

He’s breathing hard now and a glance from the corner of your eye is enough to see that he have enough of the training and preparations.

“Princess, open Masters pants and get his dick out and prepare it properly with a thick coat of lube. We both love it messy and slippery with a lot of lube, right? You little anal queen just love the squelching noises your ass makes when I fuck you hard from behind … I always see how your pussy is gushing with arousal when we have a sloppy anal fuck … ”, he whispers in your ear.

You have never been so quick to get his rock-hard, deliciously long and average thick cock out of his pants and to coat it with lube. Then he guides you with your back to him on your knees over his lap, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance and you let yourself down slowly, relishfully slide down onto this wonderful cock with your asscheeks being spread apart. Take this beast of a cock inch by inch until you’re completely sitting on Hoseok’s lap and stuffed the entire length of his cock down to the base into your ass.

The stretched and filled feeling is so delightful that you let out a long moan of pleasure. You just want to lift yourself up again, then lower yourself back onto his lap to ride him, but Hoseok holds you by the waist with an iron hand.

“No, princess. You’ll stay right here and just pull your feet forward. You should no longer kneel, but squat down in such a way that we can watch your dripping and pretty empty pussy in the mirror together. How needy your little pussy hole is to be stuffed up and how wonderful your asshole is already stuffed with a cock. Just a little anal cockwarming, nothing bad. And now we just wait for Namjoon and you can ask him then if he fucks your little pussy, so our cumslut is satisfied and has a load of cum in both of her holes. But now you can practice being patient!”

That could only be a bad joke from Hoseok… but his smile in the mirror tells you a different story. He’s absolutely serious.

In the end there were only twenty minutes left to wait for the third person in your relationship, but it was by far the worst twenty minutes of your life. Hobi forbade every little bouncer on his cock and if you tried, he gave you a quick slap on the clit, which made you whimper in desperation. You were close to tears and when you heard the key in the lock of the front door, you couldn’t hold back and called Namjoon in a tearful voice.

“Daddy, Daddy! Please, please, please, I-I need you, I can’t take it anymore! Daddy, please come!”

Namjoon takes a quick step in the direction of your bedroom and when he opens the door, a surprised expression is written on his face, which quickly changes into the diabolical smirk of the personification of the devil.

“Hm? What’s the matter, princess? Did you get your punishment for being a bratty horny girl today? Hm? Let your Master you wait until Daddy comes home? Did she learn what it means to be patient and not bratty? ”

“Yes, yes, yes! I learned my bitter lesson! B-But please fuck me now! D-Daddy, I need your cock in my pussy to be finally able to cum! P-Please!”

To prove how much you need Namjoon’s cock, Hoseok reaches around your waist, between your gorgeous thighs and spreads your glistening pussy lips with his index and middle finger and presents Namjoon your dripping entrance which is desperately clenching and just scream to be stretched, fucked and filled with cum until it’s leaking out.

“God Hoseok, what did you done with our pretty little doll? She’s desperate like a doggy bitch in her heat, whining and just literally begging for cocks! Calm down, Babygirl. Master and Daddy got you and we’ll take care of your attention seeking holes proberly. ”, says Namjoon and gives you a gentle look, which is destroyed by the dirty smirk in the corners of his mouth.

“Hoseok, keep her spreaded like that. I want to see how well I stretch her pussy open when I’m entering her with my cock.”

Quickly the pants and boxer briefs from Namjoon slipped down and now hanging halfway on his thick thighs and he rubs his beautiful cock two or three times with a cocky grin in his damn beautiful face. And then, finally, finally, finally he glides in your arousal leaking hole and fill you up to the maxium of the possible. A high pitched scream leaves your lips as the brutal fucking begins.

Hoseok lies down on his back, holds your hip with his hands in position with and thrusts from below into your asshole. Namjoon has your legs hooked onto his arms with the bottom side of your knees and grab your thighs roughly while he fucks the shit out of you. You wrapped helplessly your arms around Namjoon’s neck, trying to find a halt somewhere with this animalistic fuck.

“Fuck Baby, I love it when we fuck you together, you are always so fucking tight and I feel Hoseoks Cock fucking you right next to mine. How does it feel? How does it feel being fucked by two thick cocks? You love it, right? You literally live on our dicks, you’re such a filthy cockslut! But you’re our cockslut! And our precious cute cum-bunny, our bunbun what loves to be filled with our thick cum cream!”

More and more high pitched screams full of pure primal need and pleasure comes over your lips, you are so damn near to exlode and to cum so hard like never before. And then put Hoseok the cherry on top and let his fingers in your pussy glidung to your clit and start rubbing and flicking it roughly. It seems, there is so much more in your body to burst and before you’re able to think it to a proper end, you just can feel it.

Clear cum is gushing out of your pussy, over and over again, it seems like there is no end. That’s the first time that you squirted and that’s so freaking damn hot, the boys are eager to milk the very last drop of cum out of your pussy and just rubbing your clit over and over again. Until you sob, you can’t anymore and your clit is so swollen and sore. But the boys aren’t done yet. They have to fill you up too!

You don’t know if you start crying out of pleasure or overstimulation. But when they shoot grunting and groaning their thick cum loads into your holes, you are trembling and sobbing, just completely wrecked. In a good way. You never felt so satisfied and kinda… happy? Calmness slowly returns to the room, you can only hear the heavy breathing of you three.

“Did you learn your lesson that you shouldn’t be disobedient, baby girl?” Namjoon asks you, lifting your chin, looking you straight in the eye. Your voice doesn’t want to work, so you just nod and look at him honestly. A tender smile spreads on his lips. “Good, princess.”

“Hobi, would you please carry her to the bathroom and clean her with a warm, soft washcloth? Then you could let a bath in for the three of us, I’ll come a bit later, I just think I should clean the mess our princess causes and re-make the bed with a new set of bed sheets.”, says Joon with an amused wink into your direction.

Embarrassed, you hide your blushing face on Hobi’s shoulder, who carries you laughing into the bathroom and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

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southsidestory · 5 years ago

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Do you know of any good Reylo fix it fics for TROS??

Yes, I certainly do! I’ve been reading as much good TROS fix it fic as I can get my hands on. Without further ado, here are some of my favorites!

The Temples of Our Gods by Trebia aka @avenrue

beyond rightdoing and wrongdoing by the-reylo-void aka @the-reylo-void

Little Earthquakes by LochTayBoatSong aka @lochtayboatsong

With you, Always by crossingwinter aka @crossingwinter

I have crossed the horizon by Like_A_Dove aka @likeadove

I Think We’re Alone Now by sasstasticmad

Tethered by Perry_Downing aka @perrydowning

These fics are saving my life right now, negl.

And I’m gonna shamelessly plug my own fix it fics, co-written with @reylotrashcompactor:

Make It Through the Night

One Small Eternity

I hope these help you recover from TROS. ❤️

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo fic #tros fix it #reylo fix it #fic recs #Anonymous #top posts #1k+

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yodawgiherd · 4 years ago

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The Duality of Man

RATING: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<

No prompt or anything, just felt like flexing my E-rated muscle Short BDSM EM story for your viewing pleasure - if smut isn't your cup of tea then I suggest avoiding it for the sake of your mental health ^^ (another story that is def. in the main fic universe, just doesn't really fit the narrative right now)

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was high in the sky, illuminating everything with its warm rays, the birds were singing, people were enjoying these gifts from the earth. Yet, as it always is, there were certain places where the sun did not shine, such as the room Eren was sitting in.

Then again, in his case it was better to have the shutters closed, because he didn’t want an audience right now. The things that were happening were better to be enjoyed with just the two people involved.

Taking a sip of the whiskey in his hand, Eren leaned into the gentle hug of the leather, the chair being exactly as comfortable as one can physically be. He, in his arrogance, ignored the beautiful day outside, as his eyes were trained on another prize, and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t quite a spectacle as well.

It would also be rude not to pay attention, as his kitten was trying so, so hard.

The Sybian saddle was a powerful machine, and watching it wreck Mikasa’s shop was a sight. Or, to be exact, her riding it was the sight – the machine was only a part of the whole picture. It began on the top, where the cat ears were sitting snuggly nestled into her midnight hair, now matted with sweat. Her sharp grey eyes were hidden from him by the blindfold, but that was a trade Eren was willing to take. Down over her pretty, pretty face that was contorted not only in the pleasure from the Sybian but also by the big black ball gag between her teeth, drool glistening as it trickled down her chin. Some of it dribbled down to her collar, adorned by a cute little jingle bell.

It jingled as her body trembled, and that was so fucking hot.

Down still and now Eren was staring at her perfect tits, decorated with metal clamps on the hardened nipples. The silver chain connecting these two only added to the artistic value of the whole set. Mikasa's hands were submissively clasped behind her head, held in place by no bondage but her master’s word. Eyes sliding down, Eren took a sip of the whiskey, taking in the place where the magic happened.

Mikasa was kneeling on the ground, legs very wide apart, most of her weight resting on the saddle-shaped sex toy. It was hard to call it “resting” considering how much it wrecked her - the machine was turned on quite a high setting, the vibrations stimulating the poor girl’s sex at a brutal rate.

And because Eren was a demanding dom, he had to add a bit more to the mix.

There was an egg vibrator taped directly on Mikasa’s swollen clit, its quiet buzzing quite tame compared to the Sybian. As Mikasa was playing a catgirl tonight Eren had put the tail plug into her earlier, and just because he was so generous that was also added to the mix, stimulating her other opening.

Technology truly is the best, everything can vibrate nowadays.

At the beginning of the play Mikasa had a whole set of her cat lingerie on, but as the fun progressed most of it was taken away from her. The only article of clothing remaining on her body were the cute black stockings, left alone because Eren had a thing for her legs and was far beyond pretending that he didn’t.

The rest was perfect too, of course. She was bathed in sweat, tormented for some time already, and Eren could spend an eternity watching her abdominals flutter against the powerful vibrations from several sources. Her hips had a mind of their own, sliding back and forth slightly as she rode the toy, gasping into the gag.

While he was taking in the sights, Mikasa’s body continued trembling, the multiple assaults her body was enduring rather draining. Eren had forbidden her from cumming under a threat of severe punishment, and she knew that he wasn’t bluffing. Earlier she came against his wishes and he whipped her ass so hard that Mikasa cried and begged for mercy.

The welts were there as a reminder and made this whole Sybian ride that much more taxing. With no way to measure time Mikasa had no idea how long she was here, how long it was since Eren ordered her to climb on this infernal machine, face in a very no-discussion-allowed expression. With the blindfold cutting her vision she didn’t even know if he was still here or if he didn’t leave, letting her torment herself.

Close to being overcome Mikasa’s whole being clenched, her muscles standing out beneath the skin so beautifully that she looked like a statue. Her hands shook where they rested behind her head, this close to disobeying orders and pushing herself from the saddle. Teeth biting into the rubber ball in her mouth, Mikasa inhaled sharply through the nose and fought to get her treacherous body back under control. The punishment was painful for disobeying once, and she didn’t want a repetition of that experience.

From his perch Eren saw it all, understanding that his partner’s subspace was under attack, and as a good dom it was his duty to put her back into it. Checking his watch he hummed in acknowledgment, noticing that Mikasa was taking this edging torture for quite a while now. What a good whore, he truly couldn’t wish for a more obedient kitten to train. Standing up, he grabbed the riding crop and walked over to the buzzing saddle with its beautiful occupant. A flick of his wrist and the crop swatted over Mikasa’s chained nipples, forcing a muffled scream from her.

That’s right slut, I’m still here, said the crop, better behave.

Reminded of his presence Mikasa straightened her posture, shamelessly presenting her naked body to him on a silver platter. It belonged to him anyway, she was his submissive for the night and he could do whatever he wanted to her. The twisted way of thanks was the flick of the crop right against her abused clit, forcing Mikasa to sag against the flare of strange pain. Huffing, she straightened once again, mentally preparing herself against the whip.

Eren circled her like a shark, steps deliberate and slow, taking his time. Stopping directly behind her, Eren silently admired the tattoo, somehow unable to get enough of the inked wings. Staring at his own in the mirror was good, but looking at hers, stretched over the pale sweaty skin, that was a treat. A flick of the crop against her reddened butt later he resumed his patrol.

Blindfolded as she was, Mikasa couldn’t track Eren’s steps. The crop was unseen and accurate, hitting exactly where the master wanted, smacking the most vulnerable parts of her body. The whipped ass, the clamped nipples, the vibrated clitoris. Several times she was forced to curl her body by pure instincts, defense against the pain, but she always forced herself back upright.

Through it all the saddle never stopped going and neither did the egg vibrator or the tail buttplug. Mikasa was nearing the limits of her sanity, screaming, groaning and gasping like crazy whenever the crop painfully kissed another part of her sweaty skin. Tears from behind the blindfold, forced by both pleasure and pain. The drool trickling down, slicking the rubber of the ball gag. Too much pleasure, too much pain, balancing on the edge was torture and she was doing it to herself.

Because through it all, Eren’s order reigned absolute. He owned her – body and mind.

The leather of the riding crop appeared, this time under her chin, forcing her to look up with unseeing eyes. Soon after the blindfold was taken away and Mikasa blinked into the light, watching Eren tower over her. Damn but he looked good, dressed in a shirt with rolled-up sleeves and an undone top button. From the position on her knees Mikasa could also see the unmistakable bulge in his slacks, proving how much Eren was enjoying himself.

“You did well, slut.”

Before any conscious reaction could take place Mikasa literally purred at the praise, her mindset being fully the one of a submissive kitten. Not one that she took often, but when she did Mikasa could really get into it.

“Is there a reward you would like?”, her master asked, ever so generous.

In Mikasa’s mind there was only one thing right now. Angling her head she rubbed her face on the crotch of Eren’s pants, feeling his hardness twitch beneath her cheek. To strengthen her plea she looked him I the face, doing her best pupp-…. kitten eyes. If her mouth wasn’t wrenched open by the massive ball gag, Mikasa would be biting the bottom lip too. Anything to seduce him, anything.

“You want that, huh? Well, my attention is not cheap…”

She rubbed against him more insistently, willing to do practically anything to get off - the Sybian was incredibly effective at its job. With a grin Eren reached behind her head, unclasping the strap holding the rubber ball between her lips.

“First you’ll suck me off, and don’t even think about getting down from the saddle.”, he commanded,” You are going to ride it like a fucking cowgirl while my cock is in your throat, and you will love every second of it.”

With a wet pop the gag came free, dropped on the floor.

“Only after I cum on your face and tits will I consider letting you come too. Understand?”

Voice hoarse as she spoke, the desperate catgirl agreed immediately.

“Yes, sir.”

Somewhat gently, he patted her cheek.

“Good girl.”

With a dark chuckle Eren repositioned his hand on Mikasa’s head, right between the cat ears, angling it so it would line up with his length. She took him eagerly into her mouth, the skilled tip of her tongue sliding over all the good places and he couldn’t suppress a groan. Gripping her hair, mostly as a reminder that he’s in charge, Eren cleared his throat before giving her the order that was sure to result in an ocean of pleasure for him and a facial for her, knowing how amazing Mikasa was at this.

“Begin.”

Not even a week later, their positions were reversed.

The straitjacket must have been an invention from the deepest part of hell. Hands uselessly clenching against its restrictive hold, Eren groaned in pure desperation. It didn’t budge, of course, keeping his arms uselessly bound to his stomach.

Above him, his mistress noticed that immediately and it amused her. Greatly.

“You can pull at it as much as you want, slut, you are not getting out.”

The latex of her gloves was cold against the back of Eren’s knees as she pushed his legs higher, perfecting the angle she was fucking him at. The hammering of the strap-on against his ass would feel that much better if it wasn’t for the cage locking his cock away yet tied up as he was all Eren could do was whine.

Honestly, he should have known better than to expect Mikasa not to take her revenge after the Sybian thing. Or maybe revenge isn’t the best word- she loved that toy but her strong sense of equality demanded to balance the scales.

Which, after a certain course of action, led here.

To him, lying on his back on the bed, gagged, with a latex hood covering his face and locked in a straitjacket. Not to mention that fucking cage between his legs. At least the hood had an opening for the eyes, so he could watch Mikasa in all her glory while she ravaged him.

And glorious she was, wearing latex too, of course, the material covering her arms in elbow-length gloves and legs in thigh-high stockings. There were some real killer heels on her feet, Eren knew since he was forced to worship them. When she pushed those sharp heels into his mouth and ordered to suck, they almost reached down to his poor throat. Not that he complained though, since he also got to kiss and lick his way all over Mikasa’s godlike latex-covered legs, and that was an experience he adored.

Even her torso was in that shiny black material, the nice new leotard-type bodysuit fitting very well with the rest of her outfit. So yea, the second she walked through the door and ordered Eren to kneel he did so without thinking. After he properly worshipped her legs and shoes, practically a ritual at this point, Mikasa brought out the bondage tool of her choice. His body moved automatically when she ordered him to strip and then tied him up with the bondage jacket, assisting his goddess in any way he could. He was tied up like this, cock locked, and then the play truly began.

First things first – he was made to take care of her pleasure with nothing else but the new dildo gag. Apparently Eren was not the only one who kept accumulating new toys because Mikasa could also surprise him.

It felt strange, fucking her with his face like he was, and if Eren would have the choice to pick he would prefer to eat Mikasa out instead. Unluckily, today was not the day when he got to make choices. One, two climaxes later, teased out of her by that thing and the Hitachi wand Mikasa used on herself, she was more than ready to fuck him.

Still on his knees, he watched as she pulled the gag from his mouth and gave him a long sloppy kiss before clicking her heels towards the “stash”. Eren didn’t even see what she was searching for, completely fascinated by how her ass looked in the skin-tight latex when suddenly there was a strap-on in front of his face.

“I’m going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you hard.”, a cruel smirk, “Hopefully you won’t have to walk tomorrow, because that pretty ass of yours is getting destroyed.”

God, Mikasa being this much of a cruel dominatrix made him so hard that the cage had issues containing it.

“Sadly, we ran out of lube, so you will have to use your mouth.”

“But I….”

“Puppy, you have two options here. Option a – I’ll get the ring gag, force your mouth open and then fuck your throat so hard that you’ll pass out. Option b – You’ll open wide like the slut you are and suck my cock yourself.”, with the clicking of her high heels, she neared his kneeling form like a predator.

“So which one will it be?”

Under her spell, he obeyed almost immediately, lips parting.

“Good slut.”

Mouth filled with a plastic toy, Eren did his best to please her, earning short praise.

“My my, but look at you, you’re a natural at this.”

An unexpected deep thrust forced a gagging sound from him, making the mistress click her tongue.

“But we will have to work on that gag reflex of yours. So annoying…”

A sudden wave of tingling from his crotch forced him to groan, teeth dragging against the plastic.

“Biting my cock? That’s no good.”, she pulled out, and right after Eren’s face flared in pain.

“No…”, a hard slap turned his face right, “Teeth.”, now he was facing left, ears ringing.

After that, she slapped the dildo against his face too, just for good measure, sliding left and right to spread his spit everywhere. Then the hand was back, once again straightening his face and shoving the plastic cock into his mouth. To remind her whore how to move, Mikasa’s hips moved, fucking the undeserving slave with fervor while he groaned helplessly, the arms in the straitjacket uselessly jerking. She was getting into it, sliding deeper and deeper to truly abuse Eren’s throat.

Close to suffocating from this rough treatment, Eren was very glad when she stopped, pulling the strap-on out. It was surely slick enough now, and she nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

Mikasa was in quite the mood today, not even letting Eren catch a breath before she was pushing him on the bed. When the lube opened, despite her earlier claim, and her gloved fingers trailed between his cheeks, he knew what was coming.

So here he was, getting pounded into the next week while gritting his teeth against the combination of pleasure and displeasure. Mikasa was enjoying herself, she always was, leaning closer both to alter the angle but also to grin right into Eren’s face. Just as she was getting passionate the phone rang, but if Eren thought that it would make her stop he was dead wrong.

“Why look at this, slut, someone wants to talk to you..”, she drawled, speeding up the fucking machine that was her abdomen, “What a pity that you are quite busy.”

His vision was slowly going white in spite of the cage, but Eren did his best to stop that wave. He knew that coming like this while caged was highly unsatisfying, Mikasa forced that out of him several times already - one could say that he was familiar with that feeling. Sadly, his mistress was a sadistic, cruel bitch when she wanted to be.

He loved her for it.

The phone’s ringing was overshadowed by the rush of blood in Eren’s ears. All he could see was Mikasa, all he could feel was Mikasa, she was everything at that moment and he was on the verge of breaking when she suddenly stopped, making him heave in the air as much as he could while gagged.

Oh hey, the phone was silent too.

With a wet sound she pulled out, slapping his ass for no other reason than that she wanted to.

“Turn around, whore.”

It was awkward, with a lot of shuffling around and stuff, but Eren managed to flip himself. Grabbing his hips, Mikasa maneuvered his body until it was dangerously close to the edge of the bed. When two clicks of her heels hitting the floor resonated, he understood. Ah, so Mikasa wanted to stand while fucking him. Now he was kneeling on the bed, hands still useless at his stomach while Mikasa stood behind him. When the tip of the toy dragged over his lubed opening, Eren couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

Slowly she filled him, going in until her chest was squished against his back, black lips at his ear.

“You are taking my cock very well, I think you deserve a reward.”

Deft fingers moved and suddenly Eren’s chastity cage fell open, a feeling of incredible freedom in the crotch. Despite all that was happening, she pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his neck.

“You can cum now, okay? As long as it's only from my cock then I won’t mind. Can you do that for me, puppy?”

Most likely because she wanted to hear him scream, she opened the gag and let it fall on the bed.

“Y-Yes, mistress.”, Eren pushed out, breathing labored since he was literally impaled by her right now.

A whisper, one that sent shivers down his spine.

“Good boy…”

And then Mikasa was pulling back, grabbing his hips and Eren couldn’t remember much after.

But hell, did his ass hurt in the morning.

#eremika #fanfic #smut #snk

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hoediaz · 3 years ago

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Wowww. Your brain, your writing is seriously something special. That fic broke me in more ways than one, and I LOVED reading a fic where Eddie is so brave with his feelings even if he thinks those feelings aren't returned. The Maddie scene? The Hen scene? There's so much love for Eddie in this fic I was weepy. And man, Buck. I'd love to know more about where Buck's head was at in all of this too, the way you wrote that last scene was a punch in the gut, heartbreaking, but made me so proud of both of them. 8+ months is a long time to be hurting yourself, but also the person you love and knowing that you're doing it - would love to know more of Buck's brain during that time beyond how expertly you wrote that driveway confession!

PLEASEE first of all thank you SO much i'm so glad you enjoyed it!! i have been thinking about the will scene as a love confession literally since the moment i saw it.

also i do want to note that i'm a HUGE advocate for the fact that, in canon, eddie and buck should have their real confession moment completely separately of christopher BUT this is fic so i get to have fun

anyway BOY would i love to talk about buck's brain in general at all times but also specifically re the fic in question not to shamelessly plug my own writing. it’s long bc i’m annoying so under a cut it goes

so, we've all spoken so much about how buck may have taken the will reveal as this double edged sword, this idea that eddie is kind of putting up this big sign that says Back Up Plan instead of Future (which is pretty heavily linked to the whole thing with his parents) SO in this scenario where buck realizes eddie's reveal as a Confession, i don't think that Back Up Plan mindset would completely go away. i think the buckleys (derogatory) have done a Number on him and that, because of that, even though he understands that eddie's saying i love you, he doesn't understand that he can have that love. he's not the one you want, he's the one you need when things go wrong. and eddie's just gone through this massive trauma that buck literally carried him out of, so to buck there's also that element of does he love me or does he love that i saved him (and there's the abby trauma tied up in that too).

but, even more than that, the big stumbling point for buck here was this (not to quote my own writing alkfms): If Taylor loved me and left me it wouldn’t break me, not like it would if you did.

buck and taylor Make A Go For It romantically on the cusp of eddie's shooting, this Massive trauma where buck doesn't know if eddie's going to make it. he's facing losing the most important person in his life, bar maddie, and there's taylor. (do i hate it? yes. is it narratively interesting? yes.) and taylor is safe. taylor isn't the love of buck's life and she's never going to be. even taylor's career is mostly safe! taylor has never almost died in front of buck, not unless you count the helicopter crash when she was a total stranger and which wasn't a massive deal, at least compared to eddie's near death experience resume. so taylor's low risk across the board, and coming off buck having a breakdown in christopher's arms because eddie was okay? buck in that 4x14 mindset needed low risk.

and that need for low risk carries him through the time between the confession and the driveway conversation. it doesn't help that eddie does stay with ana, something which, to buck, serves as proof that eddie being in love with him was just a trauma response or just a flash in the pan. but then eddie (spoiler alert?) say he's going to texas, and even though it's just for christmas, buck's thinking about what he would do if eddie never came back. he's thinking, again, about how if eddie left it would break him, but that he wants to have as much of eddie for as long as possible until then. that eddie is SO high risk, but he’s worth it, and buck may not think he deserves him, but he’s willing to try, because eddie IS the love of his life.

(also, by virtue of this being eddie’s pov, it’s clear to eddie that eddie was saying i love you, and it’s clear to eddie that buck Understands, but eddie never outright says I Am In Love With You. just like when buck says don’t do anything stupid eddie thinks it almost sounds like an i love you, but that it can’t be, because this is eddie’s pov and he’s a dumb dumb (it is definitely an i love you). so for buck it’s easy for his traitorous brain to convince himself that eddie’s love confession was Something Else in that time between the will and christmas. just two lil idiots in love )

#asks #anon #is writing like. meta about my own fic a form of narcissism...#sorry afklms to be annoying but!!! here this is #idk how to tag this fic #love confession fic #ig

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trashi-bee · 5 years ago

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Three’s a Crowd

Pairing: stripper! reader x Tommy x Nikki x Vince

Warnings: 18+! (lots of smut), unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation?, foursome, mentions of alcohol/drugs, face fucking, over stimulation, honestly just a fucking wild ride

Lil summary: you meet Tommy at the club and he introduces you to his friends

This is the first fan fic I've ever posted so please be nice-ish!

Adjusting the skirt that had ridden up into a thick band around your hips, you recoiled, looking back in distaste towards the older man sitting on the velvety, red sofa. “Oh come on baby, I paid, shouldn’t I be allowed to see a little more skin?”, you scoffed, turning in your heels to make your way towards the bar.

Becoming a stripper wasn’t your original plan, but when bills started to pile up and adding another job into your already busy schedule wasn’t feasible, you decided it was your only option. Hell, you’d made more these past few months than you would’ve in a few years at your previous jobs, but the customers weren’t always so courteous.

Pushing through the tightly knit crowd alongside the bar, you waited to be noticed. A soft tap on your right shoulder prompted you to roll your eyes, after the sour encounter with your last patron you couldn’t be bothered to deal with another. “Hey, look buddy, I’m off the clock at the moment so if you could leave me-“ turning your head to look at the man you were about to turn down, your gaze fell upon his face. Fuck, he was hot. “Ah man, I’m sorry, was just looking to buy a pretty lady a drink is all”, your demeanor changed, a smirk making its way onto your face “I’m sorry, hun, go ahead.. I’d love a Jack and Coke” ��

“Ahhh good choice, my kinda girl”, extending his right hand, he sports a boyish grin and introduces himself “Oh, I’m Tommy, by the way” connecting your, much smaller, palm with his you giggled.His juvenile attitude was refreshing on a night like this. “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Y/N”

“Pretty fuckin’ name for a pretty fuckin’ girl” he quipped, sliding your drink of choice across the smooth counter top into your hand. One swig was all it took, the familiar burn that enveloped your throat brought a smile to your face, nothin’ like a little liquid courage.

“You know, me and two buddies are sittin’ in a private booth, if you’d like to join?”, he points behind himself, eagerly waiting for you to answer, a pout playing on his lips. There’s no way you could say no to this guy. The moment words of approval left your mouth he had taken your hand into his and lead you across the club.

Keeping up with a man so tall and quick had proven difficult, your heels clicking against the floor as you scurried behind Tommy. It wasn’t very often you’d be invited into the VIP section, the few clientele that were provided access to these booths having already chosen a regular performer to visit.

Upon entering the small, lavish room, lined wall to wall with soft, red material, furnished with a comically large, rounded couch and a circular table, your eyes fell on the two attractive men sat together, nose deep in a white powder sprawled across the table top. Tommy had squeezed your hand, giddy about announcing your arrival “boys, meet Y/N, Y/N meet Nikki-” his finger pointed towards the black haired, leather clad, bad boy to the left “-and Vince” your gaze now guided to the blondie on the right.

Vince eyes you long enough to take in your attire, shamelessly ogling every curve along your body. Tommy places his hand on your lower back, sharing a wink with Vince as he wedges you between himself and Nikki, who still hasn’t lifted his head off of the table top.

The sudden shift in weight prompted him to raise his head, wiping the remaining power off of his nose with the back of his hand. He laughs, popping open what you presume isn’t tonight's first bottle of Jack Daniels, “you a dancer, hunny?”

The mixture of the shot you had taken a few minutes prior, the feeling of being trapped between the most alluring men you’ve ever seen, and having Nikki glare into your eyes elicited a reaction in your groin you couldn’t ignore.

“Only when I need to be”, you answer, your attention falling on Nikki and the suggestive look he gives Tommy. “You give Tommy here a show yet?”, you shake your head in response, your hand snaking its way up the side of Tommy’s upper thigh. You feel him shift beneath your touch.

You look back at Tommy and notice an undeniable tent forming in his skin tight leather pants, his face flush. “Look, you really don’t have to-“, his sentence stopped short as you pulled yourself into his lap, your core scarcely hovering above his bulge.

Vince whistles, his hand ghosting above his crotch as he pears above Nikki’s shoulder, “let the girl have a little fun, would you?”, Tommy grabs the liquor in Nikki’s palm, taking a swig and bringing his attention back to you “fuck, give em’ a show then, kitten”

The attention you’re receiving leaves you feeling exposed, the friction generated as you grind your core against Tommy only elevating the feeling of vulnerability. Sure, you were far from shy, but being directed was something you weren’t used to, you always called the shots.

Tommy’s demeanor had shifted, his reluctant manner beginning to fade, a new aura enveloping his being. Your lips graze his, a guttural growl bubbles up from deep within his throat, the sudden jerk of your head causes you to gasp. Nikki uses the leverage he has on your hair to turn your face towards his, “I really don’t like when little girls tease”

You pull your bottom lip forward, batting your eyelashes in your best attempt to convey innocence. Nikki huffs, the mischievous glint you catch in his eye has you on edge, he lifts your chin in order to bring your gaze level with his own, “now tell Tommy you’re sorry for being a tease”

You puff, looking back at Tommy, your response laced with attitude “I’m sorry Tommy”, your line of sight falling back on Nikki, “was that good enough?”.

Nikki looks to Vince for an answer, he flashes a smile that sends a wave of heat down to your core, “you fuckin’ kindin’ me?, I think this lil’ whore needs to be taught whose in charge”, before you could process the words that left the blondes mouth you felt Tommy wrap his hand around the base of your throat, lifting you off of his crotch with ease, tossing you on the floor in front of him.

He leans forward, his hand tightening around your neck, an additional hand snaking up the back of your head and into your hair, “you gonna be a good little bitch and do what you’re told?”, You wish that you could refuse, but the ever-growing patch of slick forming in between your thighs has rendered you senseless, “yes, Tommy”

“Good fucking girl-“, fishing himself from the confinement of his pants, he pumps himself a few times in preparation, a sinister look making its way onto his face “now suck me off in front of my friends”

Your hand replaces his own at the base of his cock, lifting his length in order to gain access to the underside, licking from his balls to his tip. The length of his manhood is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, this becomes even more evident as you try, and fail, to take him all into your mouth, gagging before your lips could come flush with his pelvis.

Taking advantage of your vulnerability, Tommy takes your head into his grasp and forces you to take the entirety of his cock, pumping into your throat with such a velocity that drool oozes from the edge of your mouth, pooling at his groin.

Tear-filled eyes peer upwards, the sight of Vince working his hand around his length while attentively watching you come undone under Tommy’s sheer force makes your legs feel weak and your mind go blank. You’re somewhat brought back to consciousness when you feel Nikki pushing your skirt up around your hips, prodding at your damp hole through your barely-there underwear.

The pressure being applied onto your nether regions prompts a moan to bubble from the base of your stomach, getting caught in your throat and coming out as a set of pathetic, muffled gurgles. The vibration encourages Tommy to increase his already violent pace, his momentum coming to a halt as he pushes you to take the whole of his cock into your throat one last time, plugging your nose as to cut off your already severely restricted air flow.

Pulling from your mouth, Tommy takes you by your hair and passes you to Vince. The blonde hooks his thumb into your mouth, holding your face, a devious grin plays upon his lips. He watches as you gasp, the thin fabric of your panties being forcefully removed from your body.

Nikki pauses from behind, “beg for it”, the broad tip of his length barely making contact with your weeping cunt. Vince releases you from his grasp, your face falling into his lap, “please Nikki- please fill my pussy”, he pushes a little further, inching agonizingly slowly into your depths, catching you off guard as he pumped his entire length into your sensitive core.

Nikki grabs a hold of your arms, hauling you towards his chest, your face lifting off of Vince’s lap and up into the air.

Vince chuckles, slowly moving his hand up and down his girth as he watches Nikki ravage your body, mouth agape as you attempt to comprehend the pleasure jolting through your abdomen, “you look real cute like that, kitten”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Tommy remarks, his slender form coming into your view, kneeling down beside you and coming level with your face. “Think you could handle two?”, the mere proposition leaving you feeling disoriented, having been pushed to the point in which you’re nearly unable to form any coherent sentence, you manage to mutter out a few words “oh god- yes”

“She’s already so fucking tight, it’s gonna be fun breaking you in two, kitten” Nikki snarls, releasing your hands and allowing you to once again fall into Vince’s lap, making you level with his cock. The thick vein running alongside his length pulsating under his touch as he continues to pleasure himself.

Tommy settles himself on the sofa, extending his bare legs outwardly to settle on the tables ledge. His sizable cock still rock solid, demanding immediate attention. “Come sit on my dick, baby”

Crawling towards him like a mindless doll, you claw your way onto his lap. Straddling your hips above his painfully hard length. Although you’ve barely had enough alcohol to do any extensive damage, in the moment you felt intoxicated. The world around you spinning, every sound becoming muffled. Never have you been taken in such a feral manner.

Gliding his impressive girth along your seeping hole brings you back into a cohesive state, a stinging sensation spreads across your face as you gasp in bewilderment. “I said- sit on my fucking cock” You nod eagerly, his threatening demeanor sending shock waves of excitement through your body and down into your already abused core, enticing you to sink down onto his length. You let out a desperate whine as he fills you just as Nikki had moments earlier.

Taking it upon himself to be in control, he snakes his long arms around your torso and holds you in place, gliding in and out into your abused sex with a steady rhythm. Being put through so much blissful abuse in such a condensed amount of time has you going off the deep end, the flow of juices cascading down Tommy’s length and onto his crotch makes his abuse audible, the room thick with the smell of sex and the sound of the wet assault occurring on your tightening heat.

“Didn’t forget about me already, have you, love?” Nikki’s hand finds your hair, cranking your head back at an unnatural angle so that you’d be able to stare up into his darkening eyes. You feel his intrusive digits begin to toy with your tight ass, his actions eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips.

Fully sheathing his finger in your hole, he chuckles “Tell daddy how eager you are to be stretched over two cocks” the excitement bubbling in your stomach, reaching your mouth as you enthusiastically whine, “fuck- abuse my fucking body- please”

“Fuck, you think that’s good enough, Tommy?” , your attention is turned towards the man currently hallowing out your sex, your face falling into his clavicle as you mewl and lick, doing your best to convince the otherwise brutal lover into approving your plead for more.

Upon viewing your desperate attempt for further stimulation, Tommy chuckles to himself. “I think this little bitch deserves to be entirely filled-“ he points to Vince, “I think you should have every fucking orifice stuffed to the absolute brim, think you can do that?”, You eagerly agree, the thought even better than the one proposed previously.

“Fuck- okay”, the strikingly beautiful blonde takes it upon himself to scoot closer to you on the sofa, his fully erect member looking for the attention it’s been denied all evening thus far. You whine, pulling on Nikki’s hand as he still had your skull suspended in his grip. He guides you towards Vince, shoving your face onto his cock, your mouth easily enveloping his manhood.

At nearly the same instance, Nikki pulls his finger from your ass and begins to prod at your rim with his length, grunting as he forcefully opens your hole. The sudden sensation of being impaled upon three of the most impressive cocks you’ve ever seen takes you by surprise, your entire body feeling as though it’s been set alight from the inside, each individual nerve screaming with pure delight.

Completely letting loose, your jaw slacks around Vince’s cock, allowing him to pump into your throat without any resistance. Your frame falling flat on Tommy’s chest as he and Nikki continue their assault on your holes, as one leaves your body, the other returns, never leaving you completely empty... a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

The feeling of being overstimulated in such a sweet way already has you so close to exploding. You mindlessly gurgle on Vince’s cock, failing to contain the pleasure you’re currently experiencing.

Pathetically spent, you’re absolutely unable to contain your delight. Your weakness given away by the way you shake underneath their touch, all three men aware of the turmoil you’re being put through.

“Gonna cum already, kitten?” Nikki calls from behind, bringing his large hand down with a crack along your behind. Unable to talk due to the sizable cock down your throat you whine, throwing your body back in order to meet with their thrusts.

“Aw, come on then, let her cum” Vince replies, his voice saturated in false empathy. His pace within your mouth quickens, causing strings of drool to ooze from your lips and drip onto the sofa. All three intense sensations force you into a state of pure ecstasy, a feeling beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before.

Nothing else mattered besides them, the primal feeling they provided you. Your skin aflame, your core twitching and convulsing, your body being washed with wave after wave of immense, unstoppable delight. “AH- Please don’t stop!”

Tommy’s the second to lose control, his hips faltering, his pace uneven and sporadic. You could feel his member twitch deep within your sensitive walls. “Fuck- gonna claim you as mine” you feel his arms pull you in close, a few more thrusts and he explodes. Pulling from your cunt, his cock slips out, alongside a lewd spill of his seed.

Working to keep you in progress, Tommy holds the back of your head and continues to work your mouth around Vince’s cock, making you gag along his length. The vibration from your throat and the sight that had just unraveled before him had caused him to break down, his high hitting him faster than he had intended.

Taking your face into his hands, he glides you flush onto his base. Filling your throat with string after string of sweet nectar, pulling out only when he’s sure you had swallowed every ounce.

Seeing as you’ve finished off Vince, Nikki takes it upon himself to take full control, pulling you up into his chest and nipping at your neck. He snarls beneath your ear, speaking only loud enough for you to hear “Gonna fill every fuckin’ hole of yours, bitch”. He pumps into your ass a few more times, pulling you as close to his body as humanly possible to fill you to full capacity.

As he pulls from your body, Nikki picks you up, the motion easy as you’re unable to control a single muscle. He gently places you onto the velvet sofa, spent and used.

Looking across the room you come to realize what you’ve just endured, a lazy, cum drunk smile making its way onto your face. Maybe your job wasn’t so bad.

#Motley Crue #nikki sixx #Tommy Lee #Vince Neil #the dirt #crue #x reader #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #vince neil x reader #80s rock #80s hair metal #motley crue fanfiction

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avatraang · 4 years ago

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Summary: Legend says the world was thrown into turmoil that morning. The elements trembled. People as far away as Harbor Town claim to have felt the earth quake, and those at sea as distant as the coast of Akahime swear to the Spirits that a tsunami threatened to devastate their lands. Any flames within a twenty-mile radius reportedly shot up, burning holes into ceilings and ruining breakfasts. Lamps are said to have burst and shattered. Air acolytes claim a breeze swept through the compounds, so strong it cut down a tree that had stood on the island for over a hundred years. Of course, this is all legend. Speculation. Gossip.

[The death of an old friend, as told through the eyes of the Kyoshi Warrior who fought alongside him. Canonical Character death. Tokka. Oneshot.]

Notes: My martial arts teacher always used to tell me thumbs are good for breaking (points to you if you can guess why). I had the opportunity to slip that into this fic, so I did. That’s probably the only happy part of this fic. Other than that, welcome to Angst Hour, as told from Suki’s pov. I wrote this super sleep deprived at past midnight, so like. Sorry:(

I got the two quotes used in this fic super stuck in my head. Like, insanely stuck. Before I knew it, I started writing and this was the result. Yes, I shamelessly plugged them into this fic. No, I’m not sorry lmao.

Listen to any sad song for feels, but listen to “Without You” by forKING&COUNTRY for ALL the feels. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy this angst show.

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This is how it goes:

The world is thrown into turmoil the morning he dies. The elements tremble. People as far away as Harbor Town claim to have felt the earth quake, and those at sea as distant as the coast of Akahime swear to the Spirits that a tsunami threatened to devastate their lands. Any flames within a twenty-mile radius reportedly shot up, burning holes into ceilings and ruining breakfasts. Lamps are said to have burst and shattered. Air acolytes claim a breeze swept through the compounds, so strong it cut down a tree that had stood on the island for over a hundred years.

Of course, this is all legend. Speculation. Gossip. Harbor Town is notorious for earthquakes – just because one was stronger than usual that day, and could be felt in Republic City, did not mean anything. Strong waves are not unusual during that time of year; it had been hurricane season, and both Akahime and Republic City had already suffered strong tropical storms. Electricity is still a new concept – a few households having their wiring destroyed isn’t unheard of. The tree that was cut down was unspeakably old; anyone could have looked at it wrong, and it would have fallen over.

This is what Lin tells the press, later, when asked if she and her family had been responsible for the sheer havoc the elements had been sent into. After all, few families are capable of such destruction. Her family is the strongest contender. “Just a coincidence,” Lin says, blinking through the flash of cameras. “My family and friends would never let their grief overwhelm them this way, even for someone as dear to our hearts as Chief Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe.”

To Lin’s credit, there is in fact a coincidence.

If one were to look closely, they would see these patterns repeated throughout history. When Avatar Aang had died, there were reports of similar occurrences. Going further back, to the demise of Chief Hakoda, one could see the same pattern. Preceding that, the death if Firelady Mai; the Fire Sages are said to still speak of the unnatural manner in which the elements composed themselves that night. Backwards still, to General Iroh’s quiet passing, there are those who will claim events akin to those that happened the morning of Chief Sokka’s death. None of the cases before were reportedly quite as strong as Sokka’s, but his death was much more sudden than the others. Less time to get the grief of powerful benders in check. If it really was them.

If, indeed. Though admittedly a strange coincidence, who’s to say it is anything more? The evidence is documentary at best, testimonial at worst. Nothing that would hold up in court.

Suki sees the look on Lin’s face as she steps off the podium, face blank as she walks with her, back towards the boat that would take them to Air Temple Island. “You did well.” Suki pats her shoulder. Lin is a head taller than her, imposing and strong. Yet when she looks at Suki, the child in her is visible. It breaks her heart.

“I learned from the best.” Lin motions for Suki to board the boat first. Tenzin had offered to give them a ride, but Lin had ignored him. Suki isn’t sure why she came, but she’s glad she did.

As the boat hurries along towards Air Temple Island, Suki gives Lin a closed-lipped smile. “He was always so proud of you.” The sun is setting. It stains the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.

There’s a bittersweet note to her voice when Lin responds. It seeps through like rain does in an ill-built house. “I know.” She says. “That’s why this is so hard.”

And, well. What can Suki say to that?

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#atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #tokka #toph beifong #sokka #Canonical Character Death #suki #tokka fanfic #katara #Lin Beifong #suyin beifong #suki is married and and happy bi #sorry not sorry #my fanfiction #my writing #surprise bitches #i managed to pop out a fic

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purplellamanator · 4 years ago

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Thank you for sending in some anon 💜💜💜

6. How do you find new fics to read? Where do you primarily read fanfiction?

So I usually find fics the good ole hard way 😂 if there is like a pairing I am dying to read, I’ll just go on AO3 or fanfiction and change the filters. So before tumblr I would find them on my own and just read what ever I thought sounded like something I would enjoy reading from the summary. Now tho since I DO have a tumblr, a lot of things I see on my dash that other people I follow either posted or reblogged and I read that. I just don’t have as much time anymore to do it how I used to 😭 I’m sure I miss a lot of good fics because of it 🥺

9. Tag 3 writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

You know, this goes back to the first question as well because I don’t know as many anymore. I don’t know what fandom you are apart of anon of but for SasuSaku I think I would say @kylieismc2. I don’t think she gets nearly as much love on tumblr as I thought she would! For DCMK- DCSR392 is one! impossibleorimprobable is one as well for DCMK! Teaplease1717 for BNHA is also amazing! circumference for DCMK! @trouvelle and @meitanteisachi also post not only stories on AO3 and fanfic but if you follow them here they post drabbles quite often as well! And I can’t forget @jaroslavlewis. I’m just gonna shamelessly plug everybody I follow so please go check out everybody cause I know there are way more than what I said!

16. Do you research your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

Ong you have no idea 😭 do you have any idea how long it took me to find and search up the actual soccer season time in Japan for Interview Mania. Cause I honestly had no idea off the top of my head and for some reason apparently no one else on the first page of google knew either. I probably should’ve just asked on here and it would’ve save a lot of time 😂 there was this other kachako fic I was doing for BNHA and I was literally in so deep I was looking at the rail line in Japan to figure out how long certain trips but train were. And after a bit I was like wtf am I doing 😂 but yes I do it quite often

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

Oh my this one made me LOL. So I used to be really bad at this. I have my accounts linked to my email so I got a notification if someone commented, sent me a PM, or even left me a kudo. And I would just refresh my email like every little bit to see if I got anything. Like I’ll go eat dinner- check it. Take a shower- check it. After a bit you realize that everybody is on a different time zone and most of the time not on the same one as me, so they honestly probably haven’t it seen it yet. But most of the time when I update, I do so at night. I did that always and would stay up to see if I got feedback but now I’ll go do something else and won’t touch my phone until the next day on break at work so I don’t obsessively drive myself crazy 😂 also, I realize that just because someone doesn’t say anything, I see the views and know people read it and it makes me happy. Like I would of course love comments out the whazoo but I understand some people just don’t feel comfortable to do it or they just don’t have anything to say or they might not even like it and that’s fine. I get a lot more reviews than I thought I would to be honest and people will also send me anons to check in on my story sometimes or PM. That and people actually ask me to go more in depth or have questions about characterizations on them- which I appreciate cause I think it helps a lot. People have even drawn things based on Interview Mania and that just blew my mind. Was literally tear inducing

#ask #fanfic

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kpopblurbs · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 9 - Nipple Clamps

Pairing: Woojin/Chan Word Count: 1.9k Tags: Nipple clamps, angry sex, face fucking, dom!Woojin, sub!Chan, angry woojin Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

(A/N: Normally I try to write aftercare if my fic is a complete scene but this one doesn’t have any bc it didn’t fit so like... Also I’ve written 19 of the prompts so far and this is my favorite one.)

Chan nervously played with his fingers in the passenger seat, he knew he was in for punishment when he got home. To tell the truth, he had been purposefully pushing Woojin’s buttons all night, flirting with random strangers at the bar, dancing with them shamelessly in front of Woojin. The last straw seemed to be when he let a perfect stranger run their hands all over his body, as soon as Woojin saw what was going on he stormed over to Chan and grabbed his wrist, roughly pulling him out of the bar. Now they were almost home, Woojin was silent for the whole ride, his jaw set in anger. He finally spoke when they made it home, “We’re gonna go inside and you’re gonna go straight into the bedroom, I expect you naked and waiting for me, got it?” he said, not even turning to look at Chan who nodded, “Chan you know I expect you to respond.” Woojin warned.

“Y-Yes sir.” Chan said shakily. Upon hearing Chan’s response, Woojin silently got out of the car, Chan scrambling to keep up, not wanting to upset him any more by moving slowly. Woojin unlocked the door to their apartment and stepped inside, immediately heading to the kitchen, allowing time for Chan to do as he was told. Chan walked quickly into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, he stripped himself of his clothes, putting them into the laundry basket so they wouldn’t get in the way. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling in the center and placing his hands on his lap obediently, his dick was already hard but he did his best to ignore it. After what felt like ages, the door opened, Chan fixed his posture, straightening his back to seem and trying to make himself seem as obedient as possible. Woojin entered the room and immediately walked to the closet to pull out their box of toys without so much as a glance at Chan. He brought the box over to the table next to their bed and began to look through it, thinking carefully about each toy before pulling out a delicate chain. Chan flinched internally at the sight of the nipple clamps, knowing that Woojin only brought them out when he was feeling particularly upset at Chan. Woojin placed them on the bed next to Chan and continued searching through the box, he pulled out two more toys and placed them next to the nipple clamps. One was Chan’s least favorite, the cock ring, reserved only for when he was truly acting out, and the other was a small but deceptively powerful vibrating butt plug. The toys on their own Chan knew he could handle, but in combination with each other they were positively deadly.

Finally, Woojin stepped away from the box and walked over to the end of the bed, he gestured for Chan to move closer, “Bring the toys.” he added, his commanding tone sending a shiver down Chan’s spine. Obediently Chan gathered the toys and maneuvered over to the end of the bed, he laid the toys out in front of Woojin and returned to his position on his knees with his hands in his lap right behind them. Woojin reached out and ran his fingers through Chan’s hair, moving his hand to the back of Chan’s head he gripped the base of his hair tightly, pulling Chan’s head back aggressively and causing the boy to gasp at the feeling. “You thought you’d be a slut tonight, huh?” Woojin growled.

“I’m s-sorry, sir.” Chan gasped out.

“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have acted that way.” Woojin said angrily, “You wanted to piss me off didn’t you?” Chan only whimpered in response, “Answer me, slut.” Woojin spat out.

“N-no, sir.”

“Then what were you trying to do?”

“I-I just w-wanted your attention.”

“Well you have it, now what?”

“I d-don’t know, sir.”

“Of course you don’t, you’re just a dumb slut aren’t you?” Chan let out a high pitched whine in response, Woojin pulled his head back further, “I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I’m a d-dumb slut.” Chan whimpered out, Woojin released his hair and reached down to pick up the nipple clamps. He held one end of the chain in one hand and reached out to Chan’s chest with the other, he pinched one of Chan’s nipples between two fingers and pulled gently, attaching a clamp to the nipple before releasing it from between his fingers. Chan hissed at the sensation as Woojin tugged gently on the other end of the chain before reaching out and doing the same to Chan’s other nipple. Woojin hooked his finger around the chain and gave it a good tug, Chan cried out from the pain.

“Is this what you wanted, slut?” Woojin asked, giving the chain another rough tug.

“I-I..” Chan trailed off, distracted by the way Woojin had begun rhythmically tugging at the chain, the pain sending shivers down his spine.

“What’s the matter, slut, are you having second thoughts?” Woojin asked, punctuating his question with another sharp tug on the chain.

“N-no, sir.”

“Good.” Woojin lifted the chain up as high as he could before letting it drop back to Chan’s chest, “Turn around and stick your ass in the air.” Immediately, Chan did as he was told getting on his hands and knees facing away from Woojin before lowering his head to the bed, resting his cheek against the comforter. He looked back at Woojin to see that he had stepped away to grab the bottle of lube from their dresser. He brought it back over to Chan before opening it and drizzling some over his fingers. He closed the lube and tossed it onto the bed, he brought a finger up to Chan’s hole and began to push it in without warning. Chan cried out earning a slap across his ass from Woojin’s clean hand, “You’re lucky I’m prepping you at all, I bet you’d love to take it dry, a little pain like that is nothing for a slut like you.” Chan whimpered and Woojin spanked him again, “I don’t want to hear any more noise from you.” Woojin slowly began pumping his finger in and out of Chan, the toy was thin so he knew Chan didn’t need much prep. He added a second finger slightly earlier than Chan was ready for but this time he held in the noise, “Look at your greedy hole, taking my fingers so well.” Woojin commented, “I wonder how many guys this hole has pleased.” Chan swallowed the whine that he felt building in his throat, “Yknow, normally I don’t give sluts the time of day, I guess I just thought you were better than that.” this time Chan let a little whine slip, earning himself another hit. Woojin pulled his fingers out of Chan and picked up the butt plug with his clean hand, he used the rest of the lube on his fingers to slick up the toy before slowly pressing it into Chan. He fucked it into Chan a couple times before finally letting it settle into place.

“Get off the bed and on your knees in front of me.” Woojin commanded, Chan scrambled to obey, whining as the plug shifted with his movements. Once Chan was in position, Woojin grabbed the cock ring off of the bed and crouched down in front of him, he reached down and slipped it onto Chan’s cock, the boy moaning at the sensation, “Listen to you, one touch and you’re moaning like a whore.” Woojin said before standing up so that Chan was eye level with his crotch. Woojin reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote for the butt plug, immediately flipping it on to the highest setting and putting the remote back in his pocket, causing Chan to jolt and cry out. The vibrations wracking his body as Woojin reached down to unbutton his pants, he pulled them down just far enough to pull out his dick, stroking it a couple of times before reaching out and grabbing Chan by his hair again, “Come on slut, put that mouth to good use.” he said before pulling Chan’s head forward and pressing the tip of his dick to his mouth. Chan opened his mouth eagerly and Woojin pushed his dick inside, pushing him to take it all in one go. Without thinking Chan brought his hand up and grabbed Woojin’s thigh. Immediately Woojin yanked Chan back by his hair and slapped him, “Did I say you could touch me?”

“N-no sir.” Chan gasped, bringing his hand back to his lap.

“Dirty sluts don’t get to touch me, got it?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir.”

“Damn right you’re sorry, who knows where those hands have been.” Woojin spat at him. “Now that you’ve learned your lesson, get back to the only thing your good for.” Chan whined as Woojin pushed his face back towards his dick, opening his mouth and taking it all once again. Woojin held his head in place as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the remote again and flipping the plug to its lowest setting, drawing another whine from Chan at the loss of sensation. “Shut up, slut, you’ll take what you’re given.” Woojin said before pulling Chan’s head back slightly. He brought his other hand up to help stabilize Chan’s head before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, fucking himself into Chan’s mouth and setting a rough, unforgiving pace. Chan choked and tears immediately welled up in his eyes, he did his best to breathe through his nose, too focused on trying not to choke to see Woojin lift up the remote and flip the toy back up to its highest setting. Again Chan’s body jolted, he choked again and cried out as best he could around Woojin’s dick. Woojin let out a low moan at the sensation, he began playing around with the settings on the vibrator to see what noises he could draw out of Chan. Soon enough Chan was moaning and whining around Woojin’s dick, tears streaming down his face, Woojin’s thrusts got sloppier as he got closer to his high. Finally he pulled out of Chan’s mouth and jerked himself quickly, shooting his load all over Chan’s face, some of it landing into his open mouth which he swallowed obediently. Woojin looked down at Chan, admiring the fucked out expression on his face, “Do you wanna cum, slut?” Woojin asked, Chan nodded frantically, “Do you think you deserve to cum?” Chan immediately shook his head, “What, you don’t deserve it but I’m just supposed to let you cum anyways?”

“P-please.” Chan gasped.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please let me cum, sir, I swear I’ll be good, I’ll never act like a slut again, please, sir, please.” Chan begged.

“I suppose you’ve been obedient enough to earn some release.” Woojin said before crouching down and slipping the cock ring off of Chan’s dick, “Now, tell me when you’re close.” Woojin said before switching the plug back to its highest setting.

Chan cried out “I’m close, I’m - ah - so close.” Woojin watched him intently waiting until the last second as he saw Chan begin to fall over the edge he flipped off the toy, the loss of sensation ruining Chan’s orgasm. He cried out as the disappointing and almost painful orgasm washed over him.

“That’s the only kind of orgasm you deserve.” Woojin said before getting up and leaving the room, returning in a few seconds and throwing a towel at Chan, “Now clean yourself up slut, you look like a mess.”

“S-Sir?” Chan croaked out.

“What?”

“T-the plug.”

“Leave it in, I’m sure you’ll enjoy feeling full for awhile.” Woojin said before leaving the room.

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The Elevator Bae | Chapter NINE

Chapter NINE - PART ONE

EIGHT

Erik Stevens x Black OC (Phoenix)

Word Count: Idk. 5k... I think.

A/N: I didn’t want this chapter to be too long, so it’ll be broken up into two parts. | Song lyrics referenced are not my own. They are from Mila J x Friend Zone. ** Major S/O to my good sis @liyahshaeking for helping me figure out how I wanted to start this and proofreading this for me. You are a Gem! and reminder: this is my side blog and all further chapters and other fics will be posted from this page.

Erik’s face beamed with joy as he looked at his phone. Phoenix had just sent him a mirror video, showing off her bright, red bikini. She whips her box braids off of her shoulder, revealing a familiar gold chain around her neck. Music was playing in the background and just before the video ends, Erik spots one of her friends dancing behind her, photobombing her video. Without a second thought, he saved the video before playing it again, making sure the sound isn’t on. But that wasn’t enough for him. He needed to see more of her. He bit his lip as he shamelessly goes right to Phoenix’s instagram. Ironically, she had just uploaded a group picture with all of her friends on the beach. Each of them looking perfectly tanned as they glowed under the sun. They were cute, Erik could admit that. But his baby girl was the cutest. He used his chubby thumbs to zoom in right on her. The smile she wore, made his heart flutter. She was happy. Her being happy, made him happy. Just as he was about to tap her profile picture to get caught up with her story, a voice brought him back into reality.

“Damn, E! She’s cute.”

Erik was suppose to be hanging with ‘the boys.’ They were currently at TJ’s house smoking, talking shit and playing 2k. Well… that’s what everyone else was doing. Erik was currently, laid back onto TJ’s couch, cuddling with his phone. He was so caught up in Phoenix’s video, he didn’t even realize that he was the topic of the shit talk. TJ, Mario, Ken and Ken’s girlfriend, Stephanie, who was deemed ‘one of the bros’, were going in on him. Without even noticing, Stephanie had made her way behind Erik and was watching as he pretty much drooled over Phoenix.

Erik whipped his head around to see Stephanie leaned over the couch, watching his every move. His nostrils flared at how comfortable she seemed behind him.

“Do you know what privacy is? Damn!”

His friends burst into laughter causing Erik to realize that this was a set up. Stephanie was chosen to spy on Erik to see who in the hell was on his phone making him grin and cheese like a kid with a grade school crush. He glared at all of them as they fell over.

“Y’all childish as hell.” he says, shaking his head.

TJ walks over to Erik, sitting next to him. “So is this a new one?”

“Mhmm. I ain’t never seen this one before.” Stephanie chimes in.

Erik cuts his eye at her. “Why does it matter?”

“We’re just trying to find out which one of your hoes finally got you stuck.” Mario says from the kitchen.

“She ain’t a hoe, so watch your fucking mouth.”

Stephanie continues to lean over the couch, scrolling on her phone. She was able to see Phoenix’s IG name from when she was towering over Erik’s shoulder, watching him examine her latest upload. She was currently scoping out Phoenix’s page. “Where you find her at, E? She looks like she has morals.”

Confused, Erik looks at Stephanie. “Fuck you mean?”

She holds up her phone, displaying a selfie that Phoenix had on her page. TJ snatches the phone and starts looking through the pics, prompting Mario and Ken to join.

“Damn, E! She’s nice.” Ken says.

Erik tries to take Stephanie’s phone from them but TJ grips it tighter to stop him. “How the fuck did you even find her page?”

Stephanie laughs, “I peeped it when you were zooming in on her ass.”

“I fucking hate y’all.”

“You need to be plugging me with one of her friends.” Mario says, licking his lips at some of the group pictures Phoenix has with her friends. He points to Camren. “She looks like she needs me.”

TJ shows Erik who Mario is referring to and Erik sucks his teeth. “She gay. She doesn't need or want yo’ ugly ass.” He reaches for the phone again. “Are y’all done?”

TJ moves back quick, giving Stephanie her phone. “How long you been fucking with her?”

Erik doesn’t respond. He sits there looking forward. His face is blank. He’s annoyed that they now know about Phoenix. He wanted to keep her to himself for as long as possible and now they know. Now, they would be asking about her. They have her social media info and knowing Stephanie, she would reach out to introduce herself. She was always ignoring boundaries. A part of it is because the guys were her only friends. So, when one of the guys had a new lady friends, she would insert herself, trying to make friends with them. This has happened to Erik three times now. But of course, those girls were just fuck buddies. This was Phoenix. Big difference.

“Aw, it’s her birthday?” Stephanie says from behind him. Erik looks back to see what she’s talking about.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m watching her story.”

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Phoenix and her girls had made plans to go out to dinner at a local restaurant. They were all in their rooms, getting ready. Music is blasting through their villa home as she slipped on her navy blue, floral romper. She unwrapped her braids and put on Erik’s gold chain. She figured she’d give it back after her trip since it seemed to go with all of her outfits. Applying some mascara and her Fenty highlighter, she just needed to decide on what shoes to wear. Wedges or Sandals. She picked up both pairs of shoes and heads up the hallway to see what her friends would think.

Peeking into each of their rooms, she notices that they are all missing. In true Phoenix nature, her mind takes her to the worst case possible. They were kidnapped and killed and because the music is so loud, she didn’t hear a thing and now she has to escape before the killer gets to her. She tiptoes down the marble stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible to listen out for anything going on downstairs.

Suddenly, she hears movement coming from the kitchen and the music stops. Phoenix is internally freaking out. She stopped in her tracks to peek around the wall and releases the breath she was holding when she sees Ava’s back, standing at the kitchen island. She walks in, shoes in hand. Tiana was the first to see her and yells, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Queuing Ava, Mica and Camren to start yelling Happy Birthday at her and popping a few confetti cannons. Big silver balloons hung over them, spelling out BLUE 28. Phoenix’s heart is glowing through her chest as she smiles so big at her friends. Her eyes begin to water when she sees a cake on the counter. “Oh my God. Y’all didn’t have to do this. This is Camren’s trip.”

Phone in hand, recording the entire thing, Ava grabs Phoenix with her free hand to hug her. “Did you really think we weren’t gonna do anything for you?”

“This is both of our trip.” Camren adds.

Phoenix hugs and thanks each of them. Mica pulls out a tiara and a Birthday Girl sash, putting them on Phoenix. “You look so pretty.” She looks down at the shoes that Phoenix is still holding on to, “And wear these.” She points to the sandals. “You’re getting fucked up tonight. You won’t be able to walk in those wedges.”

“SHOTS!” Camren yells. Ava lines the shot glasses up and Tiana fills them up that they overflow.

One shot. Two shot.

“Let’s go eat.” Phoenix says. The car arrives to take them to the restaurant and they go. Her birthday was the only time Phoenix would eat steak, so she ordered the biggest one they had. As they enjoyed their food, they drank drink after drink and had three more shots, each. With liquor pumping through their bodies, the women were hyped and ready to move their bodies. Mica lead them all to the dance floor on the other side of the bar and they danced. The natives of the island danced with them, cheering them on as they twerked on each other. A few native men joined them. One in particular noticed the tiara on her head. “It’s your birthday, love?” he asked.

His accent intrigued Phoenix. “Yes it is.”

“How old are you?” he smiled. His teeth were the purest white. His skin was a beautiful mocha. He whined his hips with hers as they danced and talked.

“I’m 28.”

“Can I show you a good time for your birthday, Ms…?

“Phoenix.”

“Oh, Phoenix. I like that.”

Phoenix nods in approval. The mystery guy motions to the DJ and a new song begins. The man places both hands on Phoenix’s hips, bending her over and grinding on her to the beat. He turns her around, picking her up.

“Oh, bitch!” Mica yells eagerly, recording the pair. Ava cheers them on. When the song was over, Phoenix’s covers her smiling face in embarrassment, walking back to her friends.

The mystery man then sends each of them another round of drinks on him. They raise their cups to him in gratitude. They continued to dance on each other.

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Ava did her best to stay awake to make sure they made it back to their villa safely. The rest of them were knocked out. Mica would come to every few minutes and then pass out again. The sound of a phone vibrating, stirred Phoenix. She sat up, digging in her bra for her phone.

INCOMING CALL ERIK

“Hello.” that one word was slurred.

“You got me fucked up.” Erik’s voice boomed through the phone.

“Erik…” she dragged his name like a song, “Hey babe.” Mica’s head snapped up when she heard his name. Phoenix can barely hold the phone up to her face so she puts it on speaker, not at all expecting what was coming next.

“Don’t fucking babe me when you down there showing yo’ ass. Who the fuck is this ugly ass nigga you letting feel on yo’ ass?”

“What?”

“Oh you wanna play stupid now? Like you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Is that Erik?” Camren lifts her head from the car window, “Tell him to shut up.”

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?”

“Erik. Relax.” is all Phoenix could get out.

“Yo’ ass need to relax. Letting random niggas fuck on you.”

A group of voices is heard from Erik’s background. “Is that Phoenix? Hey Phoenix.”

“Who is that?”

There’s a pause on Erik’s end.

“Hello? Erik. Who is that?”

“Nobody.” his voice is now low compared to before. Almost like he’s whispering.

Mica rolls her eyes. “Can this nigga go find something to do? We’re busy.”

“I can find something to do, alright. I’ll fly down there right now and drag all y’all thot asses back here and ruin all that shit. Think I’m playing.”

“Erik…” Phoenix calls to him.

“Let me see you dancing with another nigga, Phoenix. I promise you that’s yo’ ass.”

That was all that Erik could get out before Phoenix’s phone dies. She stares at the black screen for a moment before putting it back into her bra.

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The next morning was rough. As the women sat and ate breakfast, Phoenix sat with her plate on the floor next to a plug to charge her phone. She didn’t remember her phone dying but when it turned on, her heart dropped. Four missed calls from Erik and six text. He had never blown her phone up like this before. What happened last night? She thought.

Erik: Phoenix! Answer yo’ fucking phone.

Erik: Yo’ shit better be dead.

Erik: On Bast, I will fuck you and that nigga up Phoenix. I’m not playing.

There’s almost a two hour wait before the next set of messages.

Erik: Philly.

Erik: I’m sorry baby girl. I shouldn’t blown up on you like that. I know you wouldn’t be down there on some crazy shit.

Erik: Just call me back.

He’s sorry? Really? Phoenix’s palms grew hot reading the messages. This screams red flags for her and she’s not with any of it. Her thumbs moved quickly texting him back.

Phoenix: Wow Erik. You are really full of shit. Don’t you ever crack open your lips to talk to me that way. I’m not one of these basic bitches that you’re use to fucking with. I won’t deal with any of that kind of disrespect. Keep your stupid ass sorry because I don’t want it. Do me a favor and don’t call or text me. Leave me alone.

Phoenix figured Erik would still try to contact her after that, so she proceeded to put her phone on airplane mode. If he wanted to be this way, he’d have to deal with the consequences of it. She slammed her phone down, gaining the attention of her friends, sitting at the table. They watched as she joined them at the table, sharing a few glances. They could read the frustration all over her face. She silently added more food to her plate and angrily stabbed her fork into her waffles as she ate.

“Is everything okay?” Ava asked.

“I am done with Erik.”

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**the night before**

After more stalking of Phoenix and her friends pages to see what they were doing on the trip, Erik sees a video of Phoenix and the mystery man on Mica’s page. He stepped away from his friends, into the kitchen to call Phoenix. Although the kitchen wasn’t secluded from them at all. He planned on being rational about the situation but when she answered, his emotions took full control and his mouth started moving faster than his brain. Barking out, “You got me fucked up,” which drew the attention of his friends sitting just feet away in the living room. Hearing how her words slurred, he knew she was drunk but that didn’t stop him from continuing to lash out.

His friends, not realizing the seriousness of Erik’s feelings, yell out, “Hey Phoenix.” Erik snarls at them, getting the message through to them that right now isn’t the time for their bullshit. When Phoenix’s phone hangs up on him, his rage reaches a new level for the night. He calls her again and again, reaching her voicemail. His thumbs smash his keyboard sending her messages. Not receiving any responses from her, he decides it’s time for him to leave. He begins storming out of TJ’s home. TJ follows behind him.

“Aye man. E!” TJ calls out to Erik as he approaches his car in TJ’s driveway. Erik turns around without saying a word. “What the fuck just happend?” TJ continued.

“Nothing. I’m good.” Erik tries to avoid this conversation. He opens his car door, but TJ closes it shut, prompting Erik to glare at him.

“Do I look stupid to you? How long have I known you?” TJ asks.

TJ and Erik grew up together. They both lived in the same building before Erik’s dad was killed. TJ was his closest and only friend after that. He was the only person he stayed in constant contact with during his stay in foster care. Erik would sneak out most nights and stay with TJ and his mom at their place. These two ran the streets together until Erik went away to school and the NAVY. They were like two peas in a pod. TJ knew Erik better than any person on the planet ever could. He knew when something was wrong with his friend.

Erik stood there between TJ and his car. He had nothing to say, but at this point, he knew TJ wasn’t going to let it go.

“You know you tripping, right?” TJ continued.

“I’m tripping? Nah, fuck that. She’s tripping! Letting some nigga be all on her like that.”

“E! C’mon man, calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.”

“You acting like she was fucking the nigga or something.”

“She might as well had been.” Erik stepped closer to TJ, bringing them eye to eye.

“See man, that’s your problem.”

“My problem?” Erik cuts him off, “What’s my problem, huh?”

“Just snapping for no damn reason. You’ve always done this stupid shit. Shoot now and ask questions later. That shit might work out on the field but that’s now how shit works in real life, E. You’ll run that girl off just like you run damn near everybody else off with that shit.”

Erik kissed his teeth, “Man, fuck on.”

“I always told you that you needed to calm the fuck down. It’s gon’ come back and bite you in the ass.”

“Oh, I guess Kayla leaving your bum ass made you a relationship expert.” Erik spat.

Kayla was TJ’s ex. They were together for five years until Kayla broke up with TJ about six months ago. TJ was always putting work first and cheated on Kayla while doing so. When she had enough, she left and never came back. The breakup was still fresh for TJ, so it was a low blow for Erik to bring it up.

“Yeah, E! It fucking did.” Erik could see the anger in TJ now. He had triggered him. “I fucked up and now I’m not trying to see my nigga fuck up his own situation. I ain’t never seen you act like this over no female, so clearly you like her. But honestly, I wouldn’t even blame her for getting rid of your dumb ass. You got too much baggage.”

Erik was done listening to what TJ had to say and started getting into his car. This time TJ didn’t stop him, he just continued to talk.

“Go ahead and walk away. Just like you always do. You can never face your shit, Erik. You can’t run away from your demons.” he shouts as Erik starts his car and pulls out of his driveway and driving off.

Erik raced through the semi empty streets of LA. It was pretty late so not many people were on the road. He dipped in and out of lanes, making his drive home a quick one. He entered his penthouse and headed straight to the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes and getting into the shower. The video of Phoenix dancing with another man playing in his head over and over followed by TJ’s last few words to him. You can’t run away from your demons. He stepped out of the shower and laid his bare body across his bed. As if a wave of calmness rolled over his space, he suddenly felt… foolish. He knew he overreacted. He replayed the nights events over to see where everything went left. He sent Phoenix another text, apologizing before closing his tired eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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When Erik woke up the next morning, he hadn’t received anything from Phoenix. Was she pissed? Was her phone still dead? Every kind of scenario possible ran through his mind. He barely got through his morning workout because of his overthinking. He would stop between sets checking his phone for any new notifications, even though his phone wasn’t on silent and would alert him if he had any. He decided to turn his phone off, leaving it in his bedroom while he locked himself in his office to work.

Hours had passed before he finally stepped back out of his office. The urge to check his phone hit him immediately after stepping out of his office, but the sounds of his hungry belly forced him to head downstairs to the kitchen. He took his time cooking up some salmon croquettes and cheesy grits. He picked around at his food. He needed to check his phone. He traveled upstairs to grab it and watched the apple sign glow as he made his way back down, sitting back at his kitchen counter. His phone came to life, with One New Message: Baby Girl and a missed call from TJ. He didn’t even bother to think about calling TJ back. He slid open the message from Phoenix.

Heat began to form in the pit of his chest as he read her message over and over. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, trying to think of something, anything to say back. But she made herself clear: Do me a favor and don’t call or text me. Leave me alone. Not able to come up with anything to redeem himself, he decided to do as she asked and leave her alone. He closed the message and locked his phone. Erik finished the rest of his food, put on some fresh clothes and headed out the door.

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Phoenix and her girls rented some ATV’s for the day and spent the day exploring. They shopped at some small shops and got food at a local cafe before returning back to their villa. They all had been tired from partying the night before, so this night would be spent chilling and relaxing. As the night came to an end, everyone headed to their rooms to get some rest.

Phoenix laid in her bed for what felt like hours, trying to fall asleep. She flipped her pillows countless times to feel the cold side, she tossed and turned, and she even tried to count backwards from a hundred. Nothing worked. She reached for her phone and for the first time since that morning, she took her phone off airplane mode. Her first action was opening her messages and tapping Erik’s name. She just stared at her last message to him. Not knowing what to do, she exited out and tapped her IG app. She scrolled and scrolled, liking a few pictures until she found herself mindlessly tapping through Insta Stories. She stopped when she got to Coby’s story. He was in the studio and playing a snippet of a beat and it sparked an idea in her. “I need to write.” she whispered to herself.

Phoenix got up and pulled out her trusty notebook from her luggage. She wasn’t supposed to bring anything work related with her but she knew at some point, inspiration could hit her. She dug into the bottom of her purse for her airpods and headed downstairs. She made her way outside into the backyard of the villa. The pool lite up blue and she found a comfy spot on one of the cushioned chairs. Popping in her headphones, she turned on a beat and let the music sing to her. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm, midnight breeze and hummed until she found the words.

Ride these hips like some handle bars // Do it on top of the car

No matter baby, I don't care // We can fuck anywhere

She sings as she writes her lyrics in her notebook.

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Mica stands in the dim kitchen, with the refrigerator open, looking for something to snack on. Nothing looked appealing but her sleepy mind made her believe that if she stared long enough at the food that maybe something tasty would just appear on the shelves. As she stood there, she heard the faint sounds of a voice. She closed the door of the fridge, trying to listen to where it was coming from. Her eyes followed the sound and she spotted one of her friends sitting outside. As she walked closer to the cracked open, sliding door she could hear very clearly now, Phoenix singing. She listened as Phoenix sung to herself. But what really caught her up were the x rated lyrics. How could someone so innocent be singing like this.

Now see normally, I do not do this shit // But ooh, I'm so ready to do your shit

Throw it back for ya cause you know the deal // When I hit ya back with that Netflix and chill

Mica stepped outside and started walking toward Phoenix. Naturally, as she walked, she didn’t make a noise. Phoenix having her earbuds in and eyes closed, she didn’t notice when Mica sat down in the chair next to her.

Let me tell you how I want it // Tell you just the way to hit // when you tryna push up on it

“Sounds like somebody missing that D.” Mica laughed, adding emphasis on D.

Phoenix jumped so hard, one of her earbuds fell out. “Oh my God!” She grabs her chest, feeling her heart pound. “What the fuck, Mica?”

“My bad. I ain’t mean to scare you.” Phoenix took deep breaths trying to calm her nerves. “Why are you out here though? You ain’t scared a lizard will pop out and attack you?” Mica continued.

“I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to be by the water and I actually never thought about a lizard or any other creatures popping out, but I am now though.” She rolled her eyes, peaking over her shoulder. When she looks back at Mica, she finds Mica grinning at her. “What?” she asked, with a bit of attitude.

Mica shakes her head. “Oh, nothing.”

“Mica… why are you looking at me like this?”

“I peeped your lyrics. Yo’ ass can’t sleep because you’re probably due for a dose of dick.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. “I’m not due for anything. It’s just a song.”

“Girl, bullshit! All of your music reflects how you feel.” She watched as Phoenix anxiously bites the side of her mouth instead of responding. “It’s okay to admit it Phoenix.”

“There’s nothing to admit.” she snaps. “I’m just writing music.”

“Yeah, about getting your guts ruined by Erik.”

“Erik ain’t ruining shit.”

“Okay. Now you’re just lying.” Mica moves closer to Phoenix, snatching her notebook from her. Phoenix gives a small fight for it but Mica’s small frame is strong and she blocked Phoenix’s attempts to get it back. Mica read through the lyrics. Her eyes growing big as she realizes something. “Oh my goodness. Im tryna take you out the friend zone,” she reads. “You and him haven’t done the do, but you want to. You still want Erik to be your man.” she gives Phoenix a mischievous look.

Phoenix’s face heats up and tries to hide it from Mica. Mica jumps up and squeezes into the same chair as Phoenix. “Can you chill before you wake everybody up?” Phoenix says, covering her face with her t-shirt.

“I knew you were blowing smoke about being done with his ass earlier.” Mica snatches Phoenix’s t-shirt down from her face. “C’mon girl, talk to me. You ain’t let him break you off?”

Phoenix shakes her head no.

“Has he tried? Have you tried?”

“We’ve almost… like twice, but both times he stopped and said he didn’t want to.”

“Why?” Mica asked.

“The first time was after my show and we all went to In-N-Out. He walked me to my door and dropped the bomb on me that he would have to leave like the next day for work and be gone for two weeks. He didn’t want me to think he was having sex with me only to disappear.”

“Oh, like he did Sydney?”

Phoenix cut her eye at Mica. “He didn’t have sex with her.” Mica threw her hands up in surrender, motioning for Phoenix to go on. “And the second time is when he got back from his trip and he said he wanted to do things the right way and court me because he’s never done it for a woman.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean? He’s never actually dated a woman?”

“Nope! He’s never had a girlfriend. Just fuck buddies.”

“Hm.” Mica sounded impressed. “I’m going to need him to teach me his ways because I don’t really want these niggas. I just want the dick and that sounds perfect for me.”

“Mica!”

“What?”

“You know damn well you want Jimmy to be your man.”

“Aht! Aht! We are not talking about Jimmy right now. We are talking about you and Erik.” Mica pokes Phoenix’s chest.

“Actually,” Phoenix says matter of factly, “We’re not because there is no more me and Erik.”

“I get why you’re mad at him. I do! But I definitely think y’all can come back from this. From what you just said, I don’t think he was trying to be a disrespectful, wild nigga. If he’s never had a girlfriend then he’s never had those moments where you see the person you like, talk to someone else and your brain is all telling you to be heartbroken and you get that weird feeling in your chest. He overreacted, yes, but that man likes you, Philly! Maybe he didn’t know how to handle the thought of someone else knowing you the way he wants to know you.”

Phoenix bit her lip in thought. Does Mica really have a point right now? Mica was never the type to vouch for any guy. She was proudly Team Fuck These Niggas. So, this was new for Phoenix to hear from Mica. Mica grabs Phoenix’s face, looking her in the eyes. “I’m not saying to text him or nothing like that because it’s Fuck These Niggas for life. He should definitely suffer for talking to you like he lost his mind. But when you’re ready to talk to him, let his ass have it and make sure he knows that if he pulls that shit again, you will block his ass and go on like you never knew him. Once he bows down to you and kisses your feet for forgiveness, you snatch his soul.” Mica smiles which causes Phoenix to smile and Mica kisses her forehead.

“One problem, sis.”

“What?”

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“The dick.” Phoenix whispers.

“Are you serious?” Mica laughs.

“Yes. Stop laughing at me.” she pushes Mica off of her, causing Mica to slip from their shared chair. “It’s been a long time since I did that.”

Mica catches herself and swiftly moves her body into the other chair. “I completely forgot that you’re a born again virgin. I would be scared too.”

“You don’t understand, Mica. I really don’t think I even remember what to do with a dick.”

“You want me to give you some tips?”

Phoenix nervously looks at Mica. “Tips? From you? I don’t know about that.”

“Fine! Lay there like a sponge then.”

“Wait, I don’t wanna be a sponge. I’m sorry. Help me.”

Mica hands Phoenix her notebook and pen back. “Open a fresh page and take notes.” Phoenix does what she is told and waits for Mica to begin. “Okay! Let’s start with oral. How you suck a guys dick is how you set the tone. Wait, you’ve given head before right?”

“Um, once. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Girl,” Mica palms her face. “I’m sure it was terrible.”

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Phoenix followed Mica’s advice on letting Erik suffer. For the rest of their trip, she didn’t text or call him. In fact, she kept her phone on airplane mode the majority of the time and never posted anymore pictures or videos on her Instagram. That didn’t mean Erik didn’t see what she was up to. He had no shame in checking in on Ava, Mica and Camren’s pages. He tried to see what was on Tiana’s page but her page was private. He needed to show Phoenix he knew he messed by handling their situation like he did. The fews days of them not being in contact, he had plenty of time to think about his actions. With Phoenix returning soon, he needed to figure out a way to get her back.

He sent a message to Shawn.

Erik: Aye man, this E.

Shawn: What’s up bro.

Erik: I need you to do me a favor. Give Coby my info. Tell that nigga to hit my line.

Shawn: Bet.

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Jetlag was creeping up on Phoenix as she sat in the backseat of her Uber. They had landed safely back in Los Angeles and she was headed home. The sun was setting and Phoenix took a beautiful picture of the sky as it glowed pink and orange. This being the first photo she uploaded to her InstaStory in days with the caption, no place like home.

Just as she hit upload, Erik watched as her picture popped up at the top of his screen. Seeing the photo confirmed that she’s home and his plan is set to start any minute now. He sat on his couch, waiting patiently for her to get to her apartment.

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