#it’s completely smutty without a semblance of plot

[thecheshireprincess]

Let Me Hear You Preview

Shuntarō Chishiya x F!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with some plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, thigh riding again, this time in public, Chishiya being a menace (probably OOC, you know I don't give a fuck), insinuations of a darker Chishiya, breeding kink kind of if you squint, curse words

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A/N - Let Me Hear You is obviously a part II for Quiet; I don't think you have to read part I to be able to read this one, though there are callbacks to it. I expect most people in this space have already read it longggggg ago

The other day, I went absolutely crazy and decided to delete nearly 50K words worth of WIPs and completely start over. That sounds insane, but I think it has been the greatest favor to me to have a blank canvas for most of my stories. I'm really trying, I promise.

For now, please enjoy this sneak peek 🥰

Chishiya is quick to take his place in the last remaining chair in the conference room, guiding you without hesitation into his lap. He strategically parts your legs with his thigh, slowly dragging your clothed clit against him as he pulls your rapidly overheating body closer. You have to bite back a salacious moan, sputtering instead on a strangled cough. When your back hits his chest, his warm lips brush the shell of your ear in teasing, “Still being a good girl and keeping my cum inside you, baby? Looks like it'll be a while before I can give you more.”

A breathy whimper escapes your lips without permission, Chishiya’s filthy words causing your weeping hole to clench around absolutely nothing. You still have almost no control over your body, you realize, the aphrodisiac coursing powerfully through your veins. Involuntarily, your hips squirm against the blond; whether you're searching for more friction or trying to escape his burning touch, you aren't sure. Maybe both. The tips of his fingers dig tightly into your hipbones, halting your movements and trapping you in place. “So needy, hm? You’ll have to work for it if you want to cum, angel,” he whispers teasingly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Chishiya!” you chastise him with a smack to his chest, though arousal-soaked pain is coursing encouragingly through your veins, the deep-seated desire that you have for the man betraying you.

“What, baby?" He asks wide-eyed, feigning innocence, "I know the aphrodisiac is just burning you up, look how flushed your skin is. It’s okay if you want to ride my thigh, it won’t take much for you to soak me, will it?” Oh, you want to scream. You're going to scream. Fuck fuck fuck.

Trying to regain some semblance of control over your aching body, you push the dirty thoughts to the back of your mind with a shaky breath, focusing hard on the words spewing from Hatter's mouth – something about tightening up security and making sure people aren’t trying to hide cards from him. Hatter sounds crazy, but you feel crazy. You're sure that you look crazy too.

Sweat beads again at your forehead and neck, imaginary flames licking up your ribcage and radiating excruciating heat through your body like thousands of knives. The weight of Chishiya’s hands at your hips should ground you in the moment, but instead all you can think about is how those hands should be making their way down the front of your panties to play with your swollen clit instead of digging into your skin.

You're conflicted. Your body desperately wants to grind against Chishiya's leg, soaking both of your pants with the evidence of your arousal. Claiming him as yours in front of all these people. Your heart, which has long belonged to your friend, agrees. Your hazy mind, though, is lucid eough to stop you for a moment. You are literally sitting in the middle of an Executive meeting - can you really handle the shame? As if he's able to hear your thoughts, the blond offers his reassurance, “Only Hatter can see you, baby. Don’t you want to put on a little show for him? Wouldn't it be fun to tease him with something he doesn't get to have?"

You look briefly to the man, noting the smug look he's wearing on his face; pupils blown wide with lust, but not a drop of sweat on him. He's somehow not in excruciating pain like you are.

And just why wasn't Chishiya affected by the drug anymore?

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[biting-miguel-ohara]

omg 🎀 anon here!!! i saw requests were open n had a vision!!! bunny mutant!reader (ftm) x logan but!!! maybe logan went on a trip for a bit or was busy and they haven't seen each other for a week so maybe some intense reunion sex? like super touchy and affectionate, with some marking/claiming type stuff!! and logan in general manhandling reader, perhaps some breeding bc.... of course (·ε-。). feel free to edit or add as u want!!

- 🎀 anon

Thank you so much for the request!

It’s been finished and will be out tomorrow!!

[malleleothreesome]

I just wrote a scenario so dramatic, I had to come here and contemplate my life choices in a diary-like manner. So that's what this is. Don't mind me.

I have to break Malleus' heart for this sake of this super steamy, sexy Leona smut I'm writing. I mean, technically I didn't have to break Malleus' heart just to force the reader into sex with a jealous, angry Leona. But I wanted to up the stakes of Leona's jealousy and anger by having him directly interact with Malleus and reader prior to the smut.

And now that I've had the three of them interact... well... tensions are high and someone might die and Malleus needs to be let down gently, alright??? Because he's precious to me.

It was supposed to be a humorous scene. Leona was supposed to have some really funny dialogue teasing Malleus and calling him mocking nicknames. I mean, the "funny" dialogue is still there but now it's surrounded by the intensity of Malleus' wrath in realizing that not only is he unable to be with the one he is pining for, but the guy who does is literally standing there mocking him... oh, what have I done? I'm at 4.4k words already.

Like someone comes up to me and they're like: Hey Erica. Write reader getting fucked by a jealous, angry Leona.

And instead of being like: 📝 [Jealous Angry Leona Sex] ✅ complete

I'm like: 📝 [Establishing reader and Leona's flirtationship with lots of paragraphs explaining how horny they are for each other, trying to set a smutty mood. A little mental foreplay to prepare the reader for the actual smut scenes, if you will]

📝 [Announcer voice: We interrupt your horniness to bring you a dramatic showdown between two furious, powerful, possessive Princes who will stop at nothing to have you (oh but Leona is also lowkey groping you because we have to try to keep some semblance of smut)]

POV: You're Erica and your penchant for the dramatics causes you to create the most extreme emotional responses in every scenario, while also pushing characters to act in a canon complicit way. So now you've allowed Leona to egg Malleus on to the point where like, Malleus wouldn't even hesitate to smite Leona where he stands (except for the fact that Tsunotarou probably doesn't want to traumatize his beloved child of man. Probably.) Also because you're Erica, you love Malleus dearly and you can't just walk away and let Leona fuck reader without writing some sort of dialogue that makes Malleus feel a bit less hurt. Thus, continuing to delay the smut—you know, the entire point of this request.

📝 [Projecting and writing in extreme detail how sympathetic reader is to Malleus' loneliness (Leona voice: *shocked gasp* in MY smutfic? the audacity.) Realizing that I can let Malleus down gently while ALSO sticking with the plot because Leona's gonna be like, why tf are you being so nice to him when you literally chose me??? You don't owe him anything??? Come inside and pay attention to meeeee (Reader: It's because I don't want you to DIE, dumbass.)]

📝 [Jealous Angry Leona Sex???? Like is there anyone still horny at this point?????]

The worst is that, as a smut consumer, I'm the type of person who wants to get STRAIGHT TO THE SMUT. I'm a porn without plot ENTHUSIAST. I'm a hypocrite!!!

But as a writer, I am a no plot holes, all scenarios completely fleshed out, smut completely established before starting. Or I can't sleep at night.

[wondereads]

Weekly Reading Update Catch-Up (04/29/24-05/20/24)

The Sunshine Court by Nora Sakavic (8/10)

As I've made very clear, I have a complicated relationship with the All for the Game series. Part of that has to do with the fact that the original trilogy, while incredibly entertaining and with some super interesting characters, is not very well-written. However, reading The Sunshine Court, I can see how much Sakavic's writing has improved. While this book is on the slower side, the pacing is much better, there's less awkward wording, and the way she addresses trauma and mental health is astronomically better. There's a great build-up with Jean's character, Sakavic has maintained her strongest suit (groups of characters that are close friends with good chemistry), and it's great to see some diversity in her LGBTQ+ rep (this book introduces our first sapphic relationship and trans character). Like I said, it's on the slower side, and I wish we'd gotten a bit more about Jeremy--I kept forgetting he has a past since it was only hinted at a couple of times. This was a great continuation to the series that improved a ton without losing its unique charm.

More reviews under the cut

The Sacrifice by Emily Shore (18+, 4/10)

This started off fun, the sort of thing I enjoy in a fantasy romance, but it quickly devolved. A lot of books pitched as 'smutty' are usually highly exaggerated with a couple of scenes, but not this one. In fact, I don't think there's a single stint of twenty pages that doesn't have a sex scene. It got to the point of ridiculousness, especially since this book was still trying to execute a semblance of a plot. Surely this can wait until after the looming threat is dealt with? Also, a lot of this smut involves things I'm not personally into, so I ended up skimming a lot of the scenes (~70% of the book). There was some interesting stuff going on with the main character and her shadow, but very little of it is explored in favor of making the characters bang...again.

The 100 by Kass Morgan (8/10)

This is a reread, and to be completely honest, I don't actually think this book is a full four stars in terms of quality. However, I have so much fun reading this book, and I am so insanely attached to Clarke and Bellamy that it boosts the rating a bit. This is a pretty typical YA dystopia, and it really scratches that itch for stories of teenage survival. It is very different from the show, so don't go into this expecting that. The main cast is different, those who are the same have slightly altered personalities, and only the most basic premise is shared in terms of plot. I always enjoy this read, but I must admit that way too much time is spent in flashbacks when things like power dynamics, side characters, and general detail shmould be getting way more attention.

Alpha Inmate by Liliana Carlisle (18+, 6/10)

This was a very quick read in my Unhinged Romance Marathon, and it honestly wasn't that bad. There's a lot of consensual non-consent vibes, but that's mostly in the dirty talk. While the main character, Ellie, is constantly talking about how she shouldn't be doing this, how bad it is, it's made very clear that she does want this. It's built to be a darker story with a serial killer love interest, a physical power imbalance, and Alpha Influence, this thing where alphas can just make their mate do...whatever they want. But when it actually comes down to it, the male lead is very insistent that he needs the main character's consent before doing anything. The Influence thing is used to make her open up about her trauma and nothing else. I feel like this reflects a lot of the psychology around sexual assault fantasies with women feeling they must be pure but still craving sex so they construct a fantasy where they are 'forced' to do something. It's really not that dark. The couple is very insta-love, or just insta-attraction, but this book is only 174 pages long. Overall, a vaguely entertaining read and pretty much just smut.

Brutal Prince by Sophie Lark (18+, 8/10)

This was actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be! A lot of contemporary romances are pitched as enemies to lovers when they would be better suited to the rivals or just annoyance label, but these were true enemies. After all, they attempt to kill each other on their wedding night. The banter was a lot of fun, and I really liked how Aida and Callum played off each other. There are three major things stopping this from being a 9 or 10 for me. First, it kind of loses momentum two-thirds of the way through, moving through the "to lovers" part a little too quickly for me. Second, despite the title being Brutal Prince, Callum honestly isn't that brutal. If anything, Aida is far more prone to violence. Third, this book comes with illustrations and they are god awful. I'm sorry to the illustrator, but the art was so weird, like caricatures of what "sexy" people should be, and I had to ignore it to get through the book. Still, this book honestly made me laugh at some points, and there's sizzling chemistry, so it stays up there for me.

Empire of Storms/Tower of Dawn Tandem Read by Sarah J. Maas (8/10, 6/10)

This took a lot of work to get through, partially because of the sheer length (~1300 pages) and partially because of the Tower of Dawn parts. Starting with EoS, it had a lot more action than I typically see from SJM novels. I also really enjoyed a lot of the romance, mainly between Aelin and Rowan, who are probably the characters I care the most about. I liked how much plot development there was, and it finally felt like there were actual consequences toward the end. However, there were a few plot threads that felt like padding instead of necessary information, often ending in last-minute deus ex machinas. Also, SJM has chronic pair-everyone-up-itis, regardless of whether that romance has any merit or chemistry (looking at you, Aedion and Lysandra).

In comparison to EoS, ToD is astonishingly boring. Half the book is Chaol walking around, moping about his oh-so-terrible conditions (which I have no sympathy for considering I was seeing this right after reading about Aelin and the others fighting for their lives). Most of the time I forgot about the main mystery at hand, because very little happened with it overall, and I was practically skimming toward the end. This book still gets a decent score on three accounts. One, I like Yrene. Two, I'm so glad Nesryn gets to be with her hot prince and not boring Chaol. Three, there is a reveal in this book that actually shocked me, so points for that.

The Sea Witch by Rebecca F. Kenney (4/10)

This one is just way too drawn out and contrived. While not exactly instalove, there is instant attraction, and everything past around the midpoint feels like desperate attempts to prolong the plot and keep the main characters from getting together. For example, the Sea Witch's motivations for leaving Averil a human forever are so stupid. Oh, it's part of his revenge--surely taking over the kingdom is plenty revenge. Also, it was so predictable that the prince would end up being an asshole. It would have introduced so much more emotional conflict if he had been just a regular person but Averil ends up falling in love with someone else. Or, to adhere to the original tale, it would have been a moment of heartbreak for her to realize he was in love with someone else, rather than the anger and revenge it's played for. There are just a lot of lost opportunities in this book, playing into overdone tropes instead of creating something new.

Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas (6/10)

It's a bit unfortunate that a story with such a long build-up would end as disappointingly as it does. First of all, as is standard with SJM books, this could easily have been 200 pages shorter. The constant back-and-forth, particularly in Aedion and Lysandra's perspectives, of preparing for death, then it's prolonged for an extra day, but it's not quite enough, was exhausting. Dorian's whole interlude with Maeve was so weird, making no sense character-wise for Maeve, who has been utterly ruthless up until this point, and most of the relationships read as rushed and forced, particularly Aedion/Lysandra and Lorcan/Elide, which have pretty much the exact same story going on. I enjoyed Aelin's escape and her healing process, and her and Rowan's relationship is always entertaining to read. However, my biggest critique is a major one. MAJOR SPOILER If you're going to introduce magical items that the characters spend no less than four books hunting down and collecting that are supposed to be a solution to their problems and then have them finally use them only for it to result in the main character losing her magical abilities and it not even doing the one thing it was supposed to do? That's bad writing, and incredibly unsatisfying for your audience. MAJOR SPOILER END Overall, I didn't get the sense of closure that I wanted from this book, and the series as a whole was mediocre, with my average rating across all the books being a 6.5 or 3.25 stars.

Kingdoms of Shadow and Ash by H. R. Moore (DNF @ 11%)

I DNF'd this so astonishingly quick because of one major issue, and that is the main character. Something that is a plague upon particularly fantasy romances are characters with shockingly modern sensibilities--despite no backstory or explanation as to why their outlook would be so different from everyone else. This book opens on a queen who has just finished conquering five kingdoms, and she promptly begins ordering people to hire women, pay income-adjusted taxes, and all sorts of progressive reform. Lovely sentiment, but why does the medieval-land queen have these sorts of ideals? And then there's the issue that these orders lose some of their appeal when you realize that as morally correct as they are, they are still issued by an absolute monarch who just finished a bloody military campaign to secure power for herself. Sometimes you can just let your main character be shitty.

Island of Graves by Lisa McMann (DNF @ 34%)

I've been working through The Unwanteds, and I must unfortunately say that I've lot interest in this series. I love a good middle grade series, and I understand that they are, of course, a bit more simple. However, I still expect a modicum of character development over the course of four books. Alex and his friends have stagnated for multiple books with any potential moral dilemmas (the seaweed, redeeming Aaron, or even just the trolley problem in a different format) either skirted around or just never presented to them. I feel like I've been reading the same story for at least four books, and Alex has become less of an awkward teenager trying to carry a community on his back and more of a flawless leader who seems to only have superficial problems. The morals are all out of whack (it's okay to kill someone in an ambush but not when they're unconscious, even if the person in question in canonically killing multiple people a day), and I just have no more motivation to work through these books anymore.

Captivate by E. J. Lawson (CR, 53%)

This isn't even a part of my romance marathon, it's just something I picked up on a whim, and it's sort of boring. There's obviously good chemistry between all the main characters, they've even had sex, and yet the most inane, stupid reason is given to keep them from getting together. I can see how this particular issue (a fatal, uncurable disease) might affect their choices, but that's not even the problem! The problem is that the female lead is refusing to tell anyone about it, despite having basically no reason to keep it from them. Utter nonsense.

365 Days by Blanka Lipinska (18+, CR, 14%)

Rest assured, I am not reading this book of my own free will and will likely be DNFing at my self-imposed 20% threshold. I cannot imagine someone writing this and thinking that this was how real life people behaved. 40 pages in and the main character is already intensely unlikable with seemingly no personality outside her permanent makeup and bold fashion choices (which far too much description is given to), and the love interest has some sort of stupid mystical connection to her, which he deals with by fucking other women in highly coercive situations.

[bellesque]

Hi :) I had this idea, since I miss winter so much... could you maybe write a scenario in which Loki and the reader are in stark tower while it's raining or snowing? possibly getting a little cuddly and/or smutty? Thank you and by the way your fics give me lifeeee I literally could not survive quarantine without them

Blackout (Loki x Reader)

Rating: T

Word Count: honestly no clue i wrote this all on tumblr oops

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, cuddles in the dark and thunderstorms that’s all it really is

A/N: i’m not really taking requests right now, but good golly miss molly did this idea make me soft i just had to. i hope you enjoy this little ficlet, and don’t mind the minor plot holes just shh we’re here for the fluff ok glad we’re in agreement <3

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The entire city of New York is cast in a dull gray, so it’s no surprise that Stark Tower’s inhabitants are as gloomy as the world outside.

And that includes you.

You heave a long sigh, peering at the busy street and then skyward to the storm clouds that hang low. Every cab you hail drives past you with a sharp honk. You’re probably not going to make it home until after the storm. Shit.

“Mr. Stark says you can stay the night.”

Pepper Potts stands a few feet behind you, a gentle smile on her face. “He knows it’s hard to get a ride at this hour. Not to mention the storm warning has the whole city in a frenzy.”

You turn to walk back into the Tower with her. “Well, I’d be an idiot to refuse.”

Pepper lets out a short chuckle as the elevator dings. “Then it’s a good thing you’re not.”

Your room is next to Loki’s, she informs you before she leaves. Should he cause any trouble, you shouldn’t hesitate to let her or Tony know.

He doesn’t. Which is strange, for you at least, since every time you’ve been in the same room he’s always found some way to raise a little hell. Even when he isn’t wanted, he saunters in board meetings with a quip at the ready and a sly curve to his mouth. So it’s perfectly reasonable for you to have half your attention at the door, ready in case the mischief-maker comes barging in unannounced.

As your luck would have it, you’re in for a quiet evening.

You’re content to sit at the large windows of your room, watching the sky darken and the city lights flicker to life as the first huge drops of rain fall around it. It’s peaceful. Calming, even.

Until the windows rattle with the boom of thunder, and the fluorescent lights in your room flicker.

Your heartbeat slams against your ribs, a powerful surge of panic coursing through you. You’re a grown woman, damn it. You’re past the point of being afraid of a little lightning and thunder.

There’s a bright flash of white, a sickeningly quick crack of thunder, and a shriek, before the hum of the Tower goes dead silent and you’re in darkness.

Tony’s tech is powerful. There’s no way a measly thunderstorm is enough to kill the power.

Your eyesight adjusts to the change in lighting quickly, but you still stretch out a hand in front of you as you walk towards the door. Just in case there’s something in your way unseen to you. You barely make it three feet forward when a silky voice cuts through the quiet.

“Now, now, any further and you’ll find your hand on something you’ll not want to let go of.”

Quick as the thunderclaps before, you jerk your hand away. “Fucki — how did you get inside?”

“The door,” Loki answers. His silhouette is barely visible, but you can see and hear the amused smirk in his tone.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s raining, in case you haven’t noticed by now.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, about to retort. But whatever you plan on saying slips away from you entirely as another bolt of lightning and thunder propel you forward and towards Loki’s chest.

“Shit,” you mutter, cheeks heating as his masculine scent envelops you, “I’m sorry, I — ”

“Afraid of storms, it seems?” His voice is nearly drowned out as the winds pick up and the rain falls heavier and more relentlessly.

You swallow, shame gnawing at your ankles. “I’m not giving you any ammo, Laufeyson.”

His chest rumbles with genuine laughter, moving against your hair. Why... why are you still standing so close to him? And why is he letting you?

Loki rubs his hands along the tops of your arms. “Oh, little one, you already have,” he sighs, a smile in his tone.

His hand clasps around yours, a soft touch that you welcome begrudgingly. Despite that, you can’t stop yourself from mumbling, “What are you doing?”

Another flash allows you to catch the quirk of Loki’s eyebrow. “Do you not want the company? Because I can go and leave you here, alone, in the dark, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

Thunder rolls overhead, less of a sickening crack and more like a lazy rumble. The clouds are moving farther away, but the downpour of rain is still heavy.

You’d definitely prefer company, even if that company is an unpredictable, unreadable God of Mischief.

As if sensing your resignation, Loki leads you towards the couch that sits in the center of the room. The only time he lets go of your hand is when he plops down on the floor — not on the couch — facing away from the window. By now you’ve adjusted fully to the darkness, and your cheeks burn once more when you see Loki’s legs splayed open and hear his hands pat his thighs.

“Come on. The storm outside is far more threatening than I am.”

“You sure about that?” you deadpan, limbs moving of their own accord as you nestle yourself between his legs and against his chest. His heartbeat is strong and steady behind you, and while thick drops of rain continue to pellet against the window and winds sway the Tower, being encased by another human — well, a humanoid alien, but now’s not the time to be choosy — is significantly comforting.

Loki’s arms come around you protectively, and whether he means for it to come off as such or not, the skip in your chest is unmistakable. “I suppose you don’t want to talk about this completely irrational fear of yours,” he murmurs, gently guiding your head against his shoulder.

You scoff. “It’s rational.”

“Really.” There’s that smile in his voice. He brushes your hair away from your forehead. “Do tell.”

“You’re mocking me,” you dodge. Your tone is close to accusatory, but there’s barely any real bite in it.

“Maybe I am.” His fingers thread through your strands, twirling his finger around the ends. “And if I’m not?”

“I don’t understand you,” you say under your breath. It’s a defense, your attempts at verbal attack. Your fingertips are tingling from the casual intimacy. You need some semblance of normalcy, if that’s even within your reach at the current time. Your tiny crush was never supposed to blossom the way it is now.

His chest rumbles with a short chuckle, and he rests his cheek against the top of your head. Almost... no, completely affectionate. “Must be difficult, trying to comprehend the mind of a god.”

What’s difficult is keeping your heartbeat in control. Who knows what kind of teasing you’d endure if Loki could feel its staccato.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask quietly. The rain has slowed somewhat — it’s still strong, and loud, but it’s not as roaring, deafening as it was earlier.

“Have you forgotten, mortal? You came to me. Practically flung yourself into my arms, you poor damsel.”

“Shut up.” You shove him lightly, allowing yourself the tiniest of smiles. He can’t see. It’s fine. He can’t know you’re smiling.

But as the rain continues to pour and you remain nestled against Loki, easygoing banter between you, you begin to hope the blackout lasts the entire night if it means even just one more hour being held by him.

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