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fortheloveofpearlet · 8 years ago

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Pearlet drabble: Matt and Jason being intentionally loud and dirty talking all the way while fucking knowing fully well they live next to a homophobic person (or just any other reason for them to be loud for someone else to hear, your pick XD)

Thank you darling! Some homophobic slurs

‘Oh god Matt!’ Jason yelled unnecessarily loudly as Matt’s hand wrapped around his dick. Matt raised an eyebrow at the younger boy.'Jeez I know I’m good but I’m not that good.’ He frowned a little at Jason’s over enthusiastic tone.'Oh Matt! Oh god!’ He spoke again even though Matt literally wasn’t doing anything.'What’s going on?’ Matt’s frown deepened. Jason rolled his eyes and sighed a little.'There’s this new guy that’s just moved in next door.’ He lowered his voice to a whisper. 'And he’s super homophobic.’ He had a playful smirk on his lips. 'Lets give him a show.’Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriends playful nature. Matt’s sensible side was telling him not to go along with this but Jason always did bring out his mischievous side. He started stroking the younger boys length as he knelt over him and Jason threw his head back and moaned loudly.'You like that Jason? Yeah? You like that don’t you?’ Matt spoke loudly whilst Jason was moaning way more than necessary. It was kind of an ego boost if Matt were honest. He knew it was for show but he ignored that.'Oh god Matt, you are so good with your hands.’ Jason moaned, a small smirk still on his lips. Matt pumped him a few more times before letting go of his dick and reaching over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers, all the while Jason was still moaning, his eyes dancing with amusement. Matt chuckled lightly and pressed his fingers against Jason’s hole.'Oh Matt please, please stick it in me!’'Oh my god.’ Matt spoke under his breath. 'You are ridiculous.’ He laughed, bowing his head to place a kiss on Jason’s pouted lips.'Ridiculously horny!’ He spoke loudly once again. Matt shook his head and pushed two fingers inside Jason which was met by another loud moan. He started scissoring the younger boy just as there was a thud on the wall next to the bed.'Keep it down you fucking faggots!’ A voice carried through the wall.'Oh hell no.’ Matt scoffed under his breath. No one called him that and got away with it. 'Do you like that baby? How does it feel to have my fingers inside your tight hole? You like that baby?’ He spoke directly to the wall, as loudly as he could.'Oh god Matty, your fingers feel so good inside me!’ Jason moaned. The guy next door thudded on the wall again.'I said keep it down you fucking queers!’'Jason, do you want my big, hard cock inside you?’ Matt exaggerated every syllable to make sure the guy could hear him. Call me a faggot? Call me a queer? I don’t fucking think so.'Oh god Matt, so, so badly.’ Jason whined as another finger entered his hole.'Tell me what it is you want Jason. I want to hear you say it.’ He bowed his head again and gave Jason a sloppy kiss.'I want your dick inside me Matt. I want you to fill me up. I want you to pound into my tight asshole.’Matt felt his dick twitch at Jason’s words and he retracted his fingers and grabbed a condom.'Is it wrong that this is really turning me on?’ He whispered making Jason laugh.'Me too.’ The younger boy confessed as Matt rolled the condom over his length. He took hold of Jason’s legs and slung one on each shoulder as he lined himself up.'Are you ready for me pumpkin?’ Mart raised his voice again.'God yes Matt! Fill me up baby!’The banging came again on the wall.'Fucking dirty queers would you fucking shut-’'Oh god Matt!’ Jason screamed loudly as Matt pushed inside him. 'Oh god, fuck me hard Matt!’Matt bit his lip to stop from laughing and started slamming into Jason hard.'How’s that baby?’ Matt asked him.'Oh god!’ Jason started slamming his hand on the wall in time with Matt’s thrusts and moaning louder than ever. 'Ohhhh your dick feels sooooo good.’ Bang, bang, bang. The man next door banged back on the wall, trying to beat Jason in volume. Matt started thrusting into Jason harder, finding his sweet spot and being rewarded with even louder moans. Matt started hitting the wall in time with Jason in the hopes of drowning the man next door out.'Oh fuck Jason your asshole feels sooooo good around my dick!’ Matt moaned and used his free hand to stroke Jason’s dick.'Fuuuuuck Matt!’ Jason moaned keeping up his rhythm on the wall. They were both moaning so loudly, that paired with them banging on the wall drowned out the man next door. Matt stopped thudding on the wall and focused on thrusting in and out of Jason and stroking his dick. 'Oh Matt yeah right there! Fuck me harder Matt! Harder!’ Jason was practically screaming by this point. Matt didn’t care that it was just to annoy the guy next door it was making him hornier than he’d ever been.'You like that Jason? Does that feel good baby?’ Matt’s voice was lower, breathy and punctuated with pants.'Oh god Matt, yes, yes, yes! I’m so close. Make me come Matt, please make me come.’ Jason was still talking loudly, his pounds on the wall becoming slower and lazier. Matt slammed into him harder and picked up his pace on his strokes of Jason’s dick. Matt could feel he was close and he didn’t hold back when he came; he screamed Jason’s name loudly as he expelled his load. Jason moaned deeply and then Matt felt his cock twitch in his hand and then his come was spilling onto him. Matt pulled out and tossed the condom before falling to the bed, throughly worn out. He and Jason were both panting as Jason banged on the wall.'Did you enjoy that asshole?’ Jason yelled through the wall. There was no response. Jason smiled to himself and rolled his head to look at Matt.'Looks as though we won.’ He smirked and pulled Matt close for a kiss. 'Asshole.’'You need to move.’ Matt spoke into his lips.'I’m not giving him the satisfaction.’ Jason said stubbornly. 'And besides, I enjoyed the dirty talk.’ Jason’s eyes sparkled and he pulled Matt even closer.'We can still talk dirty, but we can do it for us rather than some homophobic asshole.’ Matt wrapped his arms around Jason and rolled the younger boy on top of him.'Where would I go? I don’t have the money to move.’'Move in with me.’ Matt surprised them both by saying. Jason frowned and sat back a little to look at his boyfriend properly.'Are you for real? Or are you just saying that because-’Matt silenced him with a kiss.'Move in with me.’ He spoke into Jason’s lips. Jason sat back once more, his frown replaced by a smile. He banged on the wall once more.'Hear that asshole? I won’t be your problem anymore. We’re going to live in sin elsewhere.’ He chuckled before turning back to Matt and kissing him again.'I only want to live in sin with you pumpkin.’ Matt stroked back his hair.'Sinning never felt so good.’ Jason smirked and then their lips met once more in a heated kiss. If their love was a sin, sinning had never felt so right.

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 30 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Dramaaaa tonight, enjoy! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Willam finally got into Fame’s office, and Pearl got back on track with Violet--or so she thought.

This Chapter: Courtney and Pearl are both in for a very rude awakening, but someone is in the right place at the right time.

***

Courtney hurried out of Fame’s office, shutting the door firmly behind her.

“Oh, hey.” Alaska looked up from her desk, where she was writing a note. “I thought you’d stepped out, so I was...is everything okay? You look like you’ve been running.”

Courtney hated to lie, and especially to Alaska, who’d been so wonderful to her, but she didn’t know what else to do.

“Oh, yeah, I was just, um, doing some deep cleaning so that everything will be nice when Miss Fame comes back. More strenuous work than I expected…” She gave a nervous laugh.

“Okay…” Alaska pressed her lips together, clearly not 100% convinced, but thankfully willing to let it drop for now. “I came to talk about Miss Fame’s schedule, because we’re starting that campaign and she’s the most important part of it.”

“Right, of course.” Courtney scurried into her desk chair, trying not to worry about Willam, trapped in Fame’s office, just hoping he’d stay quiet until Alaska’s business was through, when she’d hurry him out.

It was a terrible idea, inviting him here, and she already regretted it. When they spoke this morning, she thought that having him come by would be a nice break in the day, something that would make her feel good, but instead the whole thing was just an anxious nightmare, completely not worth it.

Alaska dragged over a seat and pulled out her notebook as Courtney opened her calendar. It took them a few minutes, but finally, she seemed satisfied with the tentative dates that Courtney provided.

“I think we can make it work,” she sighed, sitting back. “I didn’t think about what a logistical nightmare this would be when I pitched the idea.”

Courtney smiled. “It’s a good idea, though. I mean, that’s why people are buying Galactica makeup, right? So that they can pretend, even just for a little while, that they’re as glamorous as Miss Fame?”

“Exactly.” Alaska smiled at her. “So…I believe we owe ourselves a tea party, don’t we?”

“Oh, um…” Courtney’s gaze shifted to Miss Fame’s office, where she knew Willam was still waiting.

“Come on, you can take a little break. After all, it’s almost 9 pm in Paris, right?”

“Yeah, true.” Courtney sighed. Willam would be fine, he’d just have to wait. “I’ll go turn on the kettle.”

She rose and walked towards the little kitchenette, Alaska following her to assist, helping her get cups and saucers down from the shelf, putting everything on a tray. Alaska was truly different than the other executives at this company, who always expected to be served. It wasn’t that Courtney minded doing it--after all, that was her job--it was just that some people had the tendency to look right through her, barely acknowledging her as a person. It got a little tedious after awhile.

Alaska was different, despite being a department head. She always looked right into her eyes when they spoke, always said thank you when anyone gave her anything, and lent a hand whenever she could.

“So...how’s it been going? You’re been here for awhile, are you settling in okay?” Alaska asked.

“Yeah, it’s been...I think I’m starting to get the hang of things.”

“I bet you’re enjoying the freedom of having the boss lady out of town, huh?” Alaska’s brown eyes twinkled conspiratorially.

“Well, uh...actually, it’ll be nice to have them back,” Courtney said honestly. “I mean, I’ll definitely be super relieved when Violet’s back.”

“Yeah, I imagine that running the office on your own is a handful,” Alaska said, stirring her tea thoughtfully.

“Mmhmm…” Courtney took a sip of her tea, wishing once again that she worked for Alaska. She was so kind and understanding.

The sound of muffled, distant clattering made Alaska’s head snap up sharply, and Courtney cringed inwardly.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Courtney asked, twirling a lock of blonde hair in her fingers.

“It sounded like it was coming from inside Miss Fame’s office,” Alaska said.

“Oh, um, I don’t think that’s…” It was no use. The bright pink flush creeping into her cheeks was a dead giveaway, and as Courtney trailed off, Alaska put her hands on her hips.

“Who’s in there, Courtney?”

Courtney gulped, admitting, “My boyfriend…”

“Ugh, Courtney…” Alaska clucked disapprovingly, walking over to the door, using the key card clipped to Courtney’s skirt to open the door. “You!”

She pointed at Willam, who was busily cleaning up papers he’d somehow knocked off Miss Fame’s desk.

“Playtime’s over. Say goodbye and be on your way.” Alaska snapped her fingers and Willam hurried out of the office.

“I’m sorry, Alaska, I know it was stupid, please don’t tell-” Courtney began, but Alaska was scrutizing Willam with narrowed eyes.

“What’s your name?” she asked, and he blanched, but Courtney quickly stood in front of him.

“It’s not his fault. I’m the one who suggested we go into the office. I just wanted a few minutes of privacy, but I know it was dumb.” She turned to Willam, saying, “You should go. I’ll call you later.”

Willam nodded, bolting from the office quickly, practically running to get to the elevators. Even though that’s what Courtney had asked him to do, she couldn’t help be a little annoyed at how eagerly he’d gone, a strange spring in his step, not looking the slightest bit regretful. But there wasn’t time to dwell on that right now.

Courtney faced Alaska again, steeling her shoulders, prepared for the worst.

“Are you gonna tell on me?”

Alaska tapped her long nails against Courtney’s desk, thinking.

“I know that kid.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but I just can’t remember how…” She squinted, trying to place him.

“Well, maybe you-”

“Oh, shit.” Alaska pulled up her phone, tapping away on the screen, making Courtney grow agitated.

“What are you doing?”

“Hoping I’m wrong, for your sake…” Alaska finally found what she’s looking for, heaving a deep sigh. “Here.”

She slid the phone across the desk, over to where Courtney stood.

“I knew I’d seen him around. His husband is an accountant, he does my taxes.”

“Husband?” A terrible, terrible feeling began to creep into Courtney’s stomach. Willam was married? To a man?

“Yeah.”

Courtney picked the phone up slowly. That was Willam, alright. Willam with his arms wrapped around a handsome older man, Willam with the same man and a group of other guys on the beach, Willam with the man and a huge Saint Bernard.

A million confusing thoughts swirled in Courtney’s head, and she sat down heavily, trying to make heads or tails of them. Was Willam cheating on his husband with her? And if he was, why the slow, chaste, Victorian courtship? Even today, in Miss Fame’s office, she was the one who took things to the next level. She was the one grinding against him, trying desperately to feel something, to prove to herself that this was more than just a platonic relationship.

She’d known, of course, that their (lack of) chemistry was weird. But she thought it was due to Willam being respectful, and to her own hang-ups about guys. She swallowed down the lump in her throat.

“I think you better ask your boyfriend some questions, Courtney,” Alaska said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah.”

What she really needed was to talk to someone about this. Someone who understood her, someone who could help her sort through her confusion. After Alaska left the office, she immediately went to her purse to pull out her personal cell, calling the one person she knew could help her feel less alone.

***

“And this one,” Pearl grinned. She was showing Violet the photos she had taken that day, their legs pressed together. “Matches her dog perfectly.”

“What?” Violet looked up from her vodka cranberry, a smile on her lips, and Pearl couldn’t get over how sweet she was, how beautiful she looked.

They were sitting at the bar at an overly fancy cocktail hour, both of them waiting for Fame. They were on the outskirts of the party, everyone else rubbing elbows and kissing ass, but Pearl didn’t care about any of that, not when she had Violet’s attention.

It felt great to finally be okay again, to be them. Pearl flirted with a lot of different women, and had slept with quite a few since that fateful night at the Fashion Fund party, but this was something else, something special.

“I’m serious.” Pearl smiled, and Violet reached out, trying to grab the phone, her chest bumping against her arm.

Pearl didn’t want to be too forward in her advances, they had a week in the city of love after all, but if the way Violet’s eyes shone was any indication, if the giggle in her voice held any promise at all, they’d be curled up in bed together soon enough.

“Damn pumpkin, getting frisky huh?” Pearl raised an eyebrow, making sure that Violet saw that she was attempting to look down her top.

“Pearl-” Violet groaned, sitting up straight, holding a hand in front of herself to make sure Pearl couldn’t see anything at all.

“Just wanted to check if you were wearing a bra.” Pearl grinned, the fact that Violet was blushing the exact reaction she had gunned for.

It felt great to be back on track, to be able to play Violet again, the other woman so perfectly easy once Pearl wormed her way under her skin.

“You do know that Galactica has a strict policy about appropriate public behavior.” Pearl reached for her drink, making sure that her leg was glued to Violet’s. She couldn’t remember much from when Violet had fixed her up, but she did remember the other woman nagging her about the company guidelines.

“Please.” Violet rolled her eyes, but Pearl could see the smile lurking in the corner of her mouth. “Like you ever cared for a policy in your life.”

“Oh I care, Violet.” Pearl smirked. “I care very, very deeply.”

Violet snorted, a short laugh leaving her. “Show me the photo.”

“Ask nicely.”

“You’re so annoying.” Violet went for the phone again, but Pearl put an arm around her back, her hand resting on her hip.

“You love me.” Pearl grinned as she tilted her phone, showing Violet the photo of a woman who was wearing an outfit entirely with black and white polkadots, a dalmatian sitting by her side.

“Oh my god.” Violet looked up, a gigantic smile on her lips. “This is amazing!”

Pearl grinned, turning slightly so she could rest her cheek against Violet’s head, the smell of her hair in her nose. It was incredibly intimate, Violet flicking through her phone.

She could stay here forever, Violet commenting on everyone’s outfits, fashion a subject she could discuss endlessly.

“So,” Pearl used her free hand to reach up, gently touching Violet’s hair as she tucked it behind her ear.

“Hey,” Violet giggled, trying to twist away , but Pearl held her close, “that tickles-”

“Violet,” Pearl twisted her upper body, Violet looking straight at her. “Do you want to-”

In that exact moment, Violet’s phone started vibrating, and Pearl groaned.

Violet raised a brow, clearly not understanding why Pearl was acting that way as she reached for her phone.

“You don’t have to take the call.” Pearl tried to put her hand on top of Violet’s, “We’re having fun, right?”

“Pearl,” Violet sighed, evading her hand. “Please.”

Violet took her phone, turning the screen. Pearl had expected it to be Fame, for Violet to look exasperated, but instead, her entire face lit up as she accepted the call.

“Hello?” Violet smiled.

“Who are you talking to?”

Violet ignored Pearl, not answering her question.

“Mmh. Yes. Yes, I’m at the bar. Where are you?”

She stood up, shaking Pearl’s hand off before she turned around.

“Ah!” Violet grinned. “I see you.”

Without as much as looking at her, Violet left, not even giving Pearl the chance to say anything else.

Pearl turned, confused and annoyed at what could possibly have captured Violet’s attention so thoroughly.

Violet was making a beeline towards Sutan Amrull, stopping in front of him, eyes bright as she eagerly chatted. Pearl had no idea they even knew each other, and Violet never talked like that to anybody, barely even her.

Sutan was Raja’s twin though, so Pearl decided to let it go, the two of them probably discussing something boring and business related.

She had decided not to watch, when Sutan placed an arm around Violet's waist, pulling her in, and Pearl felt her body light on fire.

She was ready to get up, willing to make it a fight if she had to, no one else allowed to touch her Violet like that, good reputations be damned, but then, insteading of struggling to get away, Violet leaned in, placing a sweet but quick kiss against Sutan’s lips, causing Sutan to laugh.

Pearl felt her jaw drop, her fingers tightening around her glas.

What the fuck? Was Violet with Sutan?

Pearl bit her lip, hurt rushing over her, her stomach clenching.

Had she been acting a fool?

Pearl Liaison always got what she wanted, but as she watched Violet, a sense of dread settled over her.

Sutan had to have been the man at the bar. There was no other way around it, all the puzzle pieces falling into place.

Pearl emptied her drink in one big gulp, the alcohol burning on its way down. She flagged the bartender, ordering another drink, determined to drown her sorrows.

She had decided on alcohol, had figured that would be the quickest way to forget how humiliated she felt, but as Pearl made her way through her third cocktail, she spotted Adore from across the bar, the other woman in deep conversation with Raven.

***

Adore was in ecstasy, finally getting the attention from Pearl that she’d been craving, not even caring that it was happening pressed against the sinks in a club bathroom. Her mind was empty of everything except Pearl’s fingers expertly working her into a quivering mess, those sleepy, knowing eyes raking over her body as she arched into Pearl’s touch.

It was so hot, the way Pearl had caught her eye and then marched over, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her roughly into the nearby restroom. The dominant, brooding energy she was exuding right now was everything Adore wanted, made her heart pound with excitement and just a perfect hint of fear.

“Someone’s obsessed with you,” Pearl murmured into her ear, making her shiver.

“Mmm?”

“You’re buzzing out of control,” Pearl clarified, gesturing to the phone in Adore’s jacket pocket.

“Oh...sorry.”

Adore pulled the phone out, quickly shutting it off and stuffing it back into her pocket just as Pearl’s fingers curled against her g-spot, making her cry out. Whoever was trying to reach her would just have to understand.

“Omigod, Pearl, yes! Right there…” Adore moaned.

“Come for me, baby,” Pearl husked into her ear, then sank her teeth into a particularly tender spot on her neck.

Adore gasped, hips rolling, fingers tangled in Pearl’s hair.

“I’m coming, I’m coming...oh gooood…”

***

Willam was so screwed. On the subway, he’d gleefully clicked through all of the pictures, only to have his heart fall further and further with every one. The whole mission had been absolutely futile. Page after page of design ideas, marketing notes. The only thing remotely scandalous was a vibrator in the bottom drawer of her desk, a locked part he had to jimmy open with a paperclip, but even that amounted to a big Who Cares.

Certainly not groundbreaking journalism.

But he couldn’t give up. Not when he’d come so far. There had to be something. So he took a deep breath and fired off a few texts to Courtney.

WILLAM: Hey beautiful, so sorry for racing out like that

WILLAM: I hope I didn’t get you in trouble

WILLAM: Are you okay, baby?

The response had been entirely unlike her. ‘Meet me at Radicchio. 7.’

No emojis, no exclamation points - nothing cute or flirty to tell him that things were still good. Which meant that they probably weren’t. That this wasn’t gonna be a nice, normal date, but in fact a Serious Talk, which was just not something Willam had prepared for in this plan.

Part of Willam thought he should just ignore it. Cut ties, walk away, be done with the whole thing. File this one as a loss and move on. But the stubborn part still didn��t want to give up. He’d lost his fucking job over this story, how could he just drop it without a second thought? So she might be mad, he might need to do a little damage control. He could handle that, right?

When Courtney entered the restaurant, he was already sitting at a booth waiting, hands folded in front of him. He jumped up, moving to give her a hug, but she avoided him and instead sat down, stone-faced.

Courtney didn’t remove her jacket or take her purse off her shoulder. More very bad signs.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Willam asked carefully, reaching for her hand. “I’m sorry for leaving you, I didn’t think it would help you to make a scene, I just-”

“Are you married?”

Willam flinched. He’d been so incredibly careful to mask his personal life. He’d deleted his Facebook account, only communicating through that fake Instagram he’d set up to talk to her. How could she possibly have found out?

“Why would you...why would you ask that?” he ventured.

“Oh god.” Courtney closed her eyes briefly. “It’s true, isn’t it? You’re married. To a man.”

“Well, I-listen. It’s not a traditional marriage, we have an open-”

“Then why not tell me?” Courtney demanded, then answered her own question, shaking her head. “Are you even attracted to me? You’re obviously not. I guess I knew, but I just wanted so badly for this to be real, I’m such an idiot-”

“Courtney, listen-”

“No! I don’t get it, is this just some kind of sick game? Why? Why all the lies? Why pretend that you like me?”

Willam shut his eyes. A million excuses were on the tip of his tongue, lies to cover up lies, but none of them would work. None of them would satisfy her. He could see that clear as day.

“I’m sorry. Okay? Really. I didn’t mean for it to go on this long, I thought I’d get something I could use much quicker-”

“Something you could use?” Courtney’s eyes suddenly widened as she put the pieces together, and that’s when Willam understood, until that moment she wasn’t even thinking about his job, about the fact that he was a journalist, about how much she’d told him.

“I would probably have dropped it, but then I got fired, and I needed something, Court, I really-”

“So all of this...all of this was for a story?” she spit out.

“I...yeah.” Willam swallowed, looking at the horrified expression on her face, the single tear that slid down her cheek. God, what a mess. There was nothing he could say now to win back her trust, so he might as well unburden himself.

“I really thought there was something, something big that Fame was hiding, especially after Detox got so angry, and-”

“Oh god.” Courtney covered her mouth. “And I left you in there, alone. I’m not even supposed to be in there alone. What did you do? What did you find? Oh god, I’m gonna be fired.”

She was starting to panic, gripping the edge of the table, breathing growing shallow. Willam shook his head vigorously.

“Nothing! Okay? I found nothing. Here, look for yourself…” Willam opened his photos and shoved his phone across the table. “It’s just fucking fabric samples and design notes and marketing plans. That’s it. I can delete it right now if you want.”

“And how do I know this is everything? How do I know you’re not gonna fuck me over?” Courtney asked, green eyes red and watery.

Willam hung his head for a moment. He didn’t mean for this to happen. She was just a nice kid, maybe a little too trusting, maybe a little over her head, and seeing her brokenhearted face made him feel more wretched than he ever had.

“You don’t,” he finally said, looking directly into her eyes for the first time that night. “You don’t, you just have my word, which...I guess you already know is worth jack shit.”

Courtney handed Willam’s phone back to him, shaking his head.

“It would serve me right if I did get fired,” she said, voice breaking. “Because I was stupid enough to think you were a nice guy.”

“Courtney-”

“Goodbye, Willam.”

She stood up abruptly and walked quickly to the door, leaving Willam with nothing but his own guilt.

***

Courtney stood in her tiny studio apartment, looking at her face in the old, scratched-up mirror. She couldn’t remember ever being this humiliated. She felt like an absolute idiot. A grade-A fucking moron. And the worse part, the worst part was that she’d known all along that something wasn’t right.

She’d known it, from the beginning, but she’d gone ahead and trusted him anyway, because he said all the right things and told her everything she wanted to hear. That she was beautiful, she was talented, she was going somewhere.

All of it had been a lie.

And now, she was back to square one, but it was even worse, because she’d allowed herself to voice her deepest fears, about what if she really didn’t have what it takes, what if she’d never make it, what if she was doomed to be a mediocre girl in a mediocre job for her whole life? She’d allowed those thoughts, the ones that used to be buried deep, to come to the surface and rear their ugly heads and now she had to face all of it.

She wasn’t an aspiring actress, or on a path to becoming a musician. She wasn’t anything but an assistant, and even that wasn’t guaranteed, if anyone at Galactica even got a whiff of how majorly she’d fucked up by allowing Willam to get so close. Or if he’d been lying, if he really had gotten something to use and publish--it would immediately be traced back to her. So there was something to keep her awake at night, as if she didn’t have enough.

She closed her eyes, hot tears burning down her cheeks, feeling more alone than she ever had. She was lucky, actually, that Adore didn’t answer earlier, because once she found out Willam’s real reason for playing her, she realized that she could never ever tell Adore, or their other mutual friends, for fear that it would get back to Miss Fame somehow.

That was when Courtney made a promise. She would do whatever it took to make this job work. So she wasn’t Violet, she wasn’t some robotically perfect assistant. Well, she wanted to be an actress, so she’d act like the perfect assistant. She’d show all of them that she could do this job, that she was valuable, and if she really took it seriously, maybe there was a snowball’s chance in hell that she wouldn’t be fired, deported, and sent back to Brisbane a miserable failure.

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fandomvariousness · 4 years ago

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you wouldn't want me to pt. 2

pt. 1 -> x

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

warnings: blood, mentions of death, cheating, smut: dub-con, mild masochism, dacryphilia, choking, creampie, size kink, overstimulation

request: "pleaseee a part two to "you wouldn't want me to" with the smut"

word count: 2.9k

a/n: ayo i'm team armin but boyeee sometimes it feels nice to digress ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“We’ll stop here for the night.” you heard Eren command someone, and the carriage stopped.

They covered your eyes and tied your hands behind your backs, so even while you sat huddled next to Armin you couldn’t wrap your hands around him, and neither could he.

You heard steps come into the carriage, followed by a set of rough hands that led you off. Judging by the grass under your feet, you figured the whole caravan stopped at one of the cottages for the night. Once the grass turned into the parquet of the cottage, an alarm rang in your head, realizing that whoever’s leading you isn’t stopping.

“Wait,” you breathed out quietly, all your anger being replaced by panic. “Armin?”

“Y/N!” you heard his voice somewhere behind you.

Judging by the commotion and the wave of swears and slurs, everyone was being stuffed into solitary rooms.

“Stop, stop!” you yelled, your anger coming back, feet stubbornly pushing against the ground. “Armin!” you yelled again, roughly jerking your frame in hopes of getting away.

“No Armin,” your captor whispered in your ear. “just me.”

Your face sank at the realization that it’s him. Even though your heart fluttered, just for a second, making you hate yourself for it, the odium seeped into your blood the very instant you heard his voice.

"You, little –" you didn't get to finish your slur as he pushed you into the room, shutting the door locked behind him.

You stumbled on your feet, the moment of misbalance bringing you down to the hard ground with a dull thud.

You were so angry that you still tried to squirm out of your bindings, just so that you could have a chance to strangle him with your own hands. You felt him approaching as you huffed and panted angrily in your efforts, feeling the eye band and rope binding your wrists come off.

You squinted from the sudden painful contact with the lamplight, rubbing your sore wrists.

“I could really kill you right now,” you spoke with a trembling voice. “I fucking hate you, Eren.”

The anger was manifesting in a form of hot tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks any moment; you hated the way you’d cry once infuriated.

You hated it, but Eren fucking loved it. He took a discreet deep breath to quench the feeling that arose upon seeing your glassy eyes, the sight going straight to his dick. He loved seeing you so conflicted with your feelings, especially when he's the culprit.

"Always wanted to hear you say that," he said with a smug smile that you wanted to wipe off with a slap so bad.

And so that’s what you did. You huffed in anger and closing the space between the two of you with a couple of steps, sent a dry slap across his cheek.

His eyes shut closed as his head turned to the side, a shiver running through his body, orange pre-shifting sparks flying around his head like a halo.

“Do that again and see what happens.” Eren liked what you did to him, but he wanted to frighten you into thinking he would shift.

You gulped, trying to hide your rising panic, as you let your burning palm hang limply beside you.

“What,” you breathed out, carefully calculating your next words. “you’re going to shift and kill everyone inside, even your beloved minions?”

He barely reacted, except for his eyes running over your body, making you realize just how close you two are standing to each other.

“Not before I have something I want.”

You exhaled curtly as you looked down, trying to escape the hazy feeling that was gradually clouding over your mind.

“Eren, unlock the –” he interrupted you by gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look into his bottle-green eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it would feel like.”

You felt your face heating as you failed to control your emotions. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smiled smugly again just before he claimed your lips with his, sucking your soul out. His hand rested dangerously low on your hip, teasing you with the possibility of gripping it tighter at any moment.

“Stop,” you muttered in between the kisses. “Eren, stop!” you shoved him away, all flustered, turning around and steeping towards the window to gaze at the night sky that was just starting to appear.

You panted heavily as the realization of what just happened was sinking into you.

“How can you do this to Armin?” you asked, trying to refrain your trembling voice from breaking completely. “To me?”

He chuckled quietly, revealing his stance just behind you. “I’m going to die soon anyway.”

You hated when they did that. You hated when either Eren or Armin spoke about the fact that they only have a few years left to live. In fact, you hated it so much you forbade them to even speak about it. Even if Eren is not exactly in your good graces right now, you still hated it.

You unclenched your burning fists in an attempt to compose yourself.

“You may disappear, but your actions won't," you said as you turned around to face him.

"I don't care about that," he said nonchalantly. "Hell, Armin's going to go shortly after I do, so you shouldn't even think about the consequences – we will both be dead."

You bit your lip so hard upon hearing the mention of Armin’s impending death you may have drawn blood. You snapped again as you sent your palm flying across his face, but this time he immediately turned his face back and crushed his lips on your bloody ones.

You whined at the tingling of the tiny wound where you bit your lip, droplets of blood staining Eren’s own lips. His palms squeezed your buttocks, bringing your centers together; you gasped as you felt his semi-hard tent against you.

You withdrew from him like a whimpering mess, pushing your dainty palms at his chest to refrain him from connecting your lips again. You turned around in panic and saw your blurry reflection in the window, both of your lips stained with the crimson of your blood.

You yelped briefly as you felt his hands on your hips again, his heavy breathing tickling your skin when he leaned his face towards the crook of your swan-like neck.

“Just this once,” he breathed out, giving a brief slip to his own desperation. “and then I’ll go. I’ll leave you all alone.”

You trembled as you struggled to make a decision: your body already made one, relishing at the feeling of his front against your back, of his stealthy, barely traceable grinding against your frame, but your mind tried so hard to resist.

His hands were roaming all over your body, quite literally driving you insane: the way his palm ran up and down your thigh, the other appreciating the curve of your waist before sneaking its way under your white uniform shirt – it made you moan quietly, realizing that your mind had already lost.

“Did you really never wonder how it would feel like with me?” he whispered smokily.

Of course, you did. You never missed the way his thumb would stroke over your skin whenever he would get the chance to place his hand on your shoulder, you never missed the feeling you got when his eyes would linger on you for a bit too long – all of it burned into your mind.

You were somewhere else entirely as your eyes fluttered closed, head leaning back against his frame; his hand came to cup your breast, gently massaging it, melting your whole stance into a puddle.

As you failed to answer, having lost yourself in a sensual mass of his touches, you felt his hand grip the base of your neck. “Did you?”

Your eyes shot open as the force of his grip grew stronger, making you grasp his hand for some sort of leverage.

“Huh?” he repeated.

"I did." You confessed.

You didn’t see it, but you knew Eren grinned widely against your neck just before he pecked it. “Of course you did.”

His hand retreated from your neck as he gripped your hips, pressing you against the window-sill. “Did you sometimes think about me when you were doing it with Armin?”

You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you realized this was too much to admit.

“Eren,” you shook your head in protest.

Eren loved seeing you squirm, he loved torturing you like that, and he wasn’t going to stop. He snuck his hand to cup your burning center, making you cry out and shiver at the needed contact.

“I bet you almost cried out my name accidentally a couple of times, didn’t you? Just like you did now?”

You sobbed quietly, but Eren brushed his tongue against your ear, turning it into a broken moan mid-way. “Say it again, say my name.”

You didn’t realize how your hips rolled against Eren’s hand massaging your warm, slick center; he controlled you as a puppeteer controls his puppet, and you knew it all too well.

“Eren,” you moaned genuinely.

“Shit,” Eren spat out as your mewling went directly to his painfully hard dick.

You choked at the sensation of his fingers sneaking under your panties, coming through your slick folds and finding the little pearlet of pleasure.

“Yes, yes,” you whimpered as he returned the other hand to your breast.

Eren was losing control rapidly, but he wanted to toy with you just a bit more – he probably wouldn’t get another chance.

“Want me to fill you up?” he knew that it was immensely hard for you to admit that you actually want him, and so he purposely pushed you down this guilt trip.

Your eyebrows knitted together out of inner turmoil, but you nodded. “Yes, I do, Eren, please –”

You were an absolute whimpering mess, struggling to weave a proper sentence together, voice broken and trembling – you just wanted him to fill you and ease the sexual tension that would always follow you two.

He chuckled against your cheek as he worked his way with your pants, pushing them down below your ass, cool air hitting your skin and sending a wave of shivers. “To think you were so reluctant before.”

Oh, you still were, in a sense. You knew guilt is going to consume you after, but you cannot control yourself anymore. It’s just the effect that Eren has on people, on you.

You leaned your palms against the edge of the window-sill, anticipating the breach, shallow breaths leaving patches of mist on the glass that would disappear in a moment.

“Ah,” you yelped cutely and rested your heated forehead against the cool glass as you felt Eren’s tip against your slick entrance.

His hand weaved itself around your neck in protest and leaned you back closer to him, bending your spine into a beautiful arch. He ran his other hand up and down your stretched stomach as he eased himself into you, coaxing out a series of broken moans from your mouth.

“Fuck,” you yelped in a high-pitched voice, holding on to that window-sill for dear life.

“So tight, so tight,” Eren whispered to himself, lost in his own bliss as his head hung low on your shoulder.

You yelped in pain as he was approaching your cervix. “W-Wait, ah, it’s too—too—”

“It’s what, baby?” his fingers dug into your hips, bringing you down on his dick a bit further. “What?”

"Too—ah, fuck—too big!" you cried.

You were ashamed of yourself that you enjoyed his dick tearing you apart that much, but you couldn't lie to yourself in this state, not anymore; it's like you're a whole other person.

Eren’s dick twitched inside you at your word. “Bigger than Armin’s, yeah?”

You nodded curtly, doing anything to ease away the dull ache and the guilt that was tickling somewhere at the back of your head. “Yeah,”

He ran his tongue along the vertical curve of your neck, starting to move steadily.

You kept your mouth open as you were even struggling to breathe, Eren's presence consuming the whole of you. You bent your hand backward and ran your fingers through the back of his head, loosening the bun he’s weaved his hair into.

“Faster,” you commanded, catching Eren by surprise. “Please, Eren,”

The sound of you begging for him drove him feral. He wanted to fuck your brains out, but he knew he won’t have another chance to relish in you like that – slowly, sensually, lovingly.

“Patience, baby,” he said to you and to himself at the same time. “Mm, you feel so good.”

The room was rapidly filled with both of your moans as Eren pounded into you rhythmically. His hand snuck to rest on your lower stomach, feeling his own tip stretching your insides.

“Wanted to have you for so long," Eren let his thoughts slip up; he enjoyed destroying you like this, but he failed to consider his own weaknesses coming to the surface. "Could never get you out of my head."

His own confessions were like a catalyst to your approaching release, which was threateningly close now.

“Ah, Eren, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming,”

You screamed so loud he had to cover your mouth with his palm – he wouldn’t want others to condemn you for doing this for the reasons they don’t even understand. Eren himself was close, so close – but there was one more thing he wanted to do.

“Feel good? Yeah?” Eren questioned, containing his own release with all his will, still pounding into you. “Give me another, baby.” His hand reached down to your oversensitive clit.

“Wait, Eren, I just came, I—” you choked, tears welling up in your eyes from overstimulation; yet it felt so good.

“Shh, you can take it,” he cajoled.

It didn’t take long for him to give you another orgasm, not at all – all it took was a few circular strokes with the right amount of pressure, and you came clenching around his dick again, this time covering your mouth with your own palms. Eren buried his head in your disheveled hair as he groaned out in pleasure, bursting deep inside you.

“Fuck,” he blabbered, eyes closed, feeling your shivering, fragile frame falling apart in front of him. He tried not to think too much about the fact that he came inside you, the act contradicting his beliefs and plans.

His hands came snaking around your waist, pulling you closer gently, planting a few kisses on the top of your head. "You did so well."

You couldn’t say a word as you pulled your pants up before you turned around to face him, seeing him buttoning his own.

Something came onto you as you cupped his face and kissed him gently. Now that really did take Eren by surprise.

“What was that for?” he asked quietly after a moment of silence.

You shrugged. “Just felt like kissing you.”

He suppressed a smile as he leaned his palms against the window-sill, trapping you in between his hands, your noses almost brushing. “You won’t be too pissed with me now, will you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You said it yourself, you’ll die soon, so why do you care?”

"Clever", thought Eren as he continued exploring the pools of your glistening eyes. He withdrew slowly, towering over you as he took your chin between his thumb and index finger, just like he did before. He ran his thumb over a little patch of dried blood from when you bit your lip.

You almost gasped at the absence of his touch when he released you altogether, making his way to the door, unlocking it; you remained in your place, watching him closely, trying to stop him with nothing but your gaze.

He did stop, even though only momentarily. He had already opened the door as he turned his head back to take you in – face still heated, chest rising up and down, hair tousled, gaze… longing?

Something tingled deep inside his chest at the thought that he could’ve had you as his own if the circumstances were different, much different. If only he wasn’t so heavily burdened and consumed by eternal hatred.

He snapped out of his momentary ominous trance.

“Sleep well, Y/N.” he closed the door without another word, locking you from the outside.

Once he was gone, you allowed yourself to exhale properly. You gulped, making your way to the bathroom. You turned on the tap and plugged the bath, letting yourself sob loudly as you remove your clothes.

You didn't want to wash his touches from your skin, but at the same time, you had to – how are you going to face Armin afterward?

Yet the guilt mainly came from the absence of it – no matter how sure and scared you were that it's going to consume you afterward, it didn't.

You don’t want to lose neither Armin nor Eren, and you’re going to do everything in your power to hold on to them both for as long as you can, for as long as they walk the same soil as you.

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veronicasanders · 4 years ago

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My Fanfic

Hey all! Here's a list of all my Drag Race fanfiction so far. Word counts rounded, usually to the nearest thousand. XOXO

Come talk to me anytime! There's nothing more inspiring than getting feedback from someone who's read your work and wants more. <3

WIPS

Galactica (Multiship Fashion AU) Collab with TheDane. EPIC AU involving the lesbian mafia of the fashion world, loosely based on The Devil Wears Prada. Centered on Violet, who is a young designer working for Miss Fame. AQ LINK and AO3 LINK Note: the Original “main” story (695K words) can be found at this series link, along with a bunch of prequels/sequels: AO3

Also in the works, please hit me up if these sound interesting: Sequels to both Tree House Kisses and Undone. A Parent Trap AU. A dystopian ABC AU based on Yentl.

COMPLETED MULTICHAPTER

Tree House Kisses (Adorney Lesbian AU featuring Bitney/Viadore/Rajadore/Pearlet, and other misc ships) - 46 Chapters, 185K words Collab with Scorpio. Angsty High School Lesbian AU. Scorpio lets me help with this one out of pity because I was so obsessed with their first chapter. Now our baby is finally done and a sequel is in the works. AQ LINK and AO3 LINK

Undone (Bitney - Lesbian AU)  - 30 Chapters, 79K words Collab with Stephanie. Slow-burn Bitney with many complications (like Bianca’s real shitty OC husband). Features generally Courtney-centric smut with other queens besides Bianca (Violet, Fame, Valentina, Tatianna). AQ LINK, AO3 LINK and LINK TO SERIES Sequels: Come Here Often? - Fluffy porn that involves first-meeting roleplay. (2600 words) Sleepless in Santa Monica - Porn and domestic fluff. (4800 words)

Exposed (Bitney - Canon Compliant) - 24 Chapters, 61K words A “slow burn” love story of their relationship from before Drag Race airs through a few years later. AO3 LINK

Just Friends Series (Bitney/Willaska - Lesbian AU) AQ LINK (for all chapters in order) or AO3 LINK to Series Collab with Albatross. Two intersecting college au lesbian stories: No Strings Attached (Willaska - 33K words) and Off Limits (Bitney - 37K words)

The M Chronicles (Bitney Series featuring both AU and Canon Compliant stories) A series of Bitney vignettes inspired by Madonna songs. AO3 LINK to Series Candy Shop/I’m Addicted/Inside Out AKA Madonna Femslash Trilogy - Three chapters of Lesbian AU. Bianca is a DJ, Courtney is a gogo dancer. Lots of smut and some feelings too. (13K words) Holy Water - Canon compliant jealousy smut (5K words) Open Your Heart - M/M HS/College AU based on the prompt “you were my high school crush, now we are college roommates.” (8K words)

Sugar and Spice (Bitney HS AU) - 12 chapters, 23K words Collab with Edith. Mean Girls meets West Side Story. Not really finished but the slow burn is over. AO3 LINK

I’m Not Gay (Bitney/Jalaska - High School AU) - 15 Chapters, 50K words Roy is a senior in HS when Shane, a freshman, moves from Australia. Set in the fall of 1996. Overalls! RENT! Mix Tapes!!! FRIENDS! M/M Bitney and lesbian Jalaska. AO3 LINK

Endless Love (Bitney - M/M AU) - 26 Chapters, 54K words Collab with Fiore. Childhood to Adult AU. Roy and Shane are best friends who grow up across the street from each other. (If Childhood AU is not your thing but you're still interested, you can skip straight to Chapter 13 when they're grown-up, it's written so that it still makes sense without the earlier chapters.) AO3 LINK

ONESHOTS

After The World Ends AKA Porn in the Woods (Witney/Sashea/Biadore Lesbian AU Oneshot) Post-Apocalyptic Lesbian AU written as a birthday present for the lovely Dandee, featuring all your faves trying to survive in the woods after Trump’s presidency has destroyed the US. And using sex as a coping mechanism. AQ LINK

Boy Drag (Bitney - Canon Compliant Oneshot) - 2K words Based on their “prom date” social media shenanigans and Courtney’s overt shipping. AO3 LINK

Naptime (Bitney - Canon Compliant Oneshot) - 3K words Some canon Bitney smut based on their social media shenanigans before Courtney went on tour with the AAA girls. AQ LINK and AO3 LINK

One Single Moment (Bitney, Canon Compliant Oneshot) - 7K words AQ Fic Challenge - Jealousy, anger, rain-soaked confessions, and eventual smut. Just your average Pride. AQ LINK and AO3 LINK

Puzzle Pieces and Glitter in the Air (Canon compliant Shandrew) Andrew tries unsuccessfully to fight his feelings. And a Smutty Mardi Gras follow-up.

OTHER FUN LINKS

Galactica Wardrobe Posts

Art Inspired by Undone

Art Inspired by Tree House Kisses

My tag on Artificial Queens

My Bitney tag

#my fic #fanfiction #rpdr fanfiction #courtney act #bianca del rio #adore delano

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artificialashley · 4 years ago

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top 5 drag race fics that aren't mine (not me being arrogant, simply wanting to avoid looking like i'm fishing xo)

Sorry for the slow answer (see previous ask regarding my laptop charger) but ly and thanks for keeping me entertained omg

- Night & Day by Kite // this is in my golden list of fave fic from any fandom ever. which dates back to when i was 13. and only has 4 fics on it (or like 14 depending how you read it). if that doesnt describe my love for it then what does? as much as i love a bit of fluff....sometimes i can be a right slag for something a bit darker and this fic made me feel so many emotions i didnt even know i had??? and the storytelling is impeccable - the way kite chose to write (each chapter the other girls POV of the same events) was just so clever, really showing what each girl was wanting/feeling and making the miscommunication so much more frustrating (in turn, making the pay offs so much better when they came). i honestly might go reread it now because talking about it is giving me chills!

- How Far I’ll Go by Meggie and Mia-Ugly // I dont need to tell you how great this fic is because you already know but im going to anyway...the clear thought and effort and planning behind this fic is insane and it SHINES through in the writing. the way they write nina’s awkward and anxious character and obvious crush on monet is just so endearing but also so real at the same time? i dont think ive ever rooted for a character so much? it is perfection and should be framed

- I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend by lindseyluvsdrag // although i no longer see much appeal in pearlet now, they are for sure what brought me to this fandom and it makes me sad that some of my fave fics from that era are gone now. thankfully this one isnt!! reading it gives me chills because i can pinpoint it back to such a specific era of my life, mostly because i was so obsessed with this fic and its sequel that i read it everywhere: in the tent on my bronze Duke of Edinburgh, in business gcse when I’d finished my coursework faster than the rest of the class so had to spend three months “revising”, at a durham rowing regatta my parents dragged me to. i love this fic for the nostalgia it brings me but that doesnt takeaway from how good the plot, writing and character development is too! this is probably the reason i started writing drag race fic in the first place

- Elastic Heart by Mia-Ugly // and the reason i came back and write drag race fanfic now? here it is. this fic, and the whole branjie movement (ignoring your ask to stuff your move in here), came at a time in my life when i didnt know how much i needed it!! the last time i read or wrote fanfic was around when season 8 aired but there i was telling my dickhead of a boyfriend i was sick and spending my entire easter writing and reading beautiful fics like this one to keep me sane. i started reading at a chance and was hooked right away, the angst was real and it was so excited to read alongside the season airing (and watching mia basically predict the branjie lip sync was just golden). the writing is of the highest quality and i find myself coming back to it constantly.

- The Mystery of the Journal by Zyan, Conflicted Looks Good on You by Mina and Arch back, heart attack by Atresia - I couldn’t not have some crygi on this list after the phase i went through last year but couldn’t chose a fave so here are three...mystery of the journal is just beautiful? i cant really describe the feeling it gave me but it was kinda like i was watching a film? those 12k words really told a story and i was so there for it. Conflicted looks good on you is here for its sheer comedy and turn of phrase? honestly iconic and i cant wait to reread it after exams because the summer feeling it manages to capture is just epic. as much as i love crystal isnt counting i decided to include this fic by atresia because its smut and i feel like i never really tell people their smut is good bc i feel weird about it but its 2 am and ive ate 3 drumstick lollies, 5 refreshers and 3 of those other lollies (idk their names but sugar) so yeah this smut is good!!!

honourable mentions to tree house kisses by veronica and scorpio which i swear i’ll finish someday, everything ive read by grapefruit and mac and strawberry daiquiri by miss bianca (which omg im gonna get to drink on sunday)

sorry for that rollercoaster of fic recs xoxo

ask me my top 5 anything!

#fic recs #fic rec #BIG FAT FIC REC #ashley chats shite #top 5 #ortega is a legend #yes the golden list says everything by ortega

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saintandsinnerwrites · 4 years ago

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Saint and Sinner Write Prompts

We figured we’d tailor a prompt request list to us, but feel free if you wanna use!

Our FAQ

1. Pick a ship:

Gottrosé

Rosénali

Gottrosénali

Rosydoll

Halldoll

Goodedoll

Gottdoll

Rosejan

Janali

Jankie

Nackie

Sportsdoll

Jankiedoll

Pearlet

Famelet

RoséHytes

Lemyanka

Lemonjuice

Lemjan

Author’s choice of ship

Polyship/throuple (specify)

Rarepair (specify)

Other (specify)

2. Pick a genre/trope:

Fluff

Romance

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Hurt/Comfort

Trapped Together

Drama

Smut

Monsterfucking

Other (specify)

3. Pick an AU:

Supernatural Creatures AU

Angel/Demon AU

Succubus AU

Vampire AU

Monster Hunter AU

Witch AU

Gods/Goddesses AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Royalty AU

Soulmate AU

Victorian Era AU

Medieval Era AU

Historical AU

Brothel AU

Cam/Porn Star AU

Tattoo Parlor AU

Pop/Rockstar AU

Horror AU

Supernatural AU

Fantasy AU

Pirate AU

Alien/Sci-Fi AU

Book Store AU

Bakery/Coffee Shop AU

Florist AU

Roommates AU

College AU

Sorority AU

Boarding School AU

Theater Kid AU

Road Trip AU

Vacation AU

Summer Camp AU

Serial Killer/Criminal AU

Bank Robber AU

Seven Deadly Sins AU

Post-Apocalypse AU

Circus AU

Hospital AU

Office/Workplace AU

Canon Compliant

Other (specify)

#saint speaks #sinner speaks #prompt request list #feel free to use this one lovelies #also we tend to write lesbian verses unless otherwise specified!#also this list was inspired by the one @/missjanjie made #long post

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lulufeca · 6 years ago

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Trixya fanfics with smut in the car list

1) In It to Win It by @heartharps

18 years old Katya and Trixie are rival cheerleaders who crush on one another. They bond in the car.

2) 3. Big dick energy by @chantiemaya

Trixie used to be a stripper but Katya is her sugar mama now. And they play with toys while Katya is driving

3) To Your Health by @yolanndi-azalien

Katya and Pearlet like to live dangerously and assault a bank where Trixie is doing her things. They "kidnap" her. Trixie falls for Katya and makes her way into Katya's life. It's strong, heavy and the smut sometimes is like when someone needs water after a long walk.

4) Like Me by softkatya

Katya and Trixie work together in a bakery. Trixie is 18 and almost out of high school. They fall in love. Car smut while high it's their first date.

5) Domestic Dame, Shaken or Stirred by @mamazamo

Their first date and other time in the garage... Trixie is Shosh's dance teacher, who is Katya's daughter.

#Trixya fanfics with smut in the car list #trixya fanfics list #trixya #trixya fanfics #rec fic #fic rec #rpdr fanfiction #go read #go comment

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queenofmilktea · 6 years ago

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Masterpost of my Fave RPDR fics (and my own) that aren’t Trixya. Sorry.

These are just some of my favourite RPDR fics that aren’t Trixya. I love Trixya but I feel like there are so many popular Trixya fics that everyone loves so these are just a few of my faves that might be a tad underrated.

Sad Boy (Biadore)

This is just my own fic. Super depressing and long. Just chucked it in here for self-promotion.

The Ballad of Violet and Pearl (Pearlet) — For the Love of Pearlet

Soooooo good. One of my all time favourite fics. It’s like a Thelma and Louise-esque fic but with drag and it’s so creative. Give it a read. Also angst that made me cry. But still so entertaining and fun to read.

Come through (Pearlet)— Mason Grey

I don’t know whether they have a Tumblr account but the fic itself is definitely worth a read. It was one of the first RPDR fics I have ever read and it’s sooo good. Lots of angst, which I love. It’s non-AU. Set in them going on a BOTS tour. Also fun banter with a lot of the queens.

The T (Shalaska)—Dandee

Shalaska One-shot that actually brought me to tears. Super well-written. Not the most “romantic” as to say, and tw for death but give it a read if you’re willing to cry. Descriptions are beautiful too.

The Musician (Thorcid)—Disaster Soundtrack

An incredibly cute fic. Thorcid is a super underrated pairing! God, this is a cute ass fic about them living as neighbours and seeing each other’s lives and learning to love each other basically. Great descriptions too.

Maxine and the Davis Girls (Pearlax)—grey-darling

I was so happy when i finally stumbled across a Pearlax fic since it’s such a hard pairing to come across. Super well-written fic. I also love decade AUs, slow burns and angst. So this was basically perfect for me haha.

Something Borrowed (Witney) — artificialjazz, MissBianca

Definitely one of my favourite Witney fics. Super cute AU where Willam is getting married to Courtney’s dad. Smut and kind of angsty at some moments, but overall, just charming and cute. Super cute flirting as well.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fics #rpdr fanfics

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fortheloveofpearlet · 8 years ago

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Hello! I've been thinking about this pearlet drabble: Matt and Jason making cute/sexy "pearlet" moments on snapchat to tease their fans..until one day, after uploading one, they decide to kiss for the first fime to see how it'll feel and then touching each other more and more until it builds up for them having sex for the first time ever and realising they are sexually compatible.

Thank you darling! Set after this set of images (because they are my faves): https://spankinbettie.tumblr.com/post/143644121185/cause-of-death

‘Do you not think this is a bit cruel?’ Matt raised his sunglasses on top of his head. He felt Jason sigh beneath him and he looked at him over his shoulder.'It’s all fun Matt. The fans love it.’ He reminded the older man.'Yes but aren’t we just getting their hopes up?’Jason used his free hand to take hold of Matt’s and placed it over his eyes. He tried to keep the phone camera aimed at them even though he could no longer see.'Just keep still. And try and look as though you’re having fun.’ Jason told him. Matt put the glasses back on as Jason started snapping photos on his phone. He removed Matt’s hand from his eyes so he could look at the pictyres but he scowled. 'Ok this doesn’t look like two people who are about to fuck.’ He showed Matt the pictures.'Maybe because we aren’t two people who are about to fuck?’Jason rolled his eyes.'Come on, it’s fun.’ Jason smirked looking at Matt over his shoulder again. Matt swallowed, he always did struggle saying no to him.'Look like you want me.’ Jason spoke in a low sexy voice. I don’t have to pretend that hard, Matt said in his head. They’d had a few drinks, they usually had when Jason suggested posting a new 'Pearlet’ video or photos. Sometimes Matt wanted more though, only sometimes. Most of the time he didn’t think about Jason that way but times like this when Jason had them topless with Matt laying on Jason’s back, the close proximity was almost too much for Matt. He blamed it on the closeness, the way Jason would sling his arm around his shoulders and say, ’lets do another one,’ and proceed to throw himself at Matt had a way of messing with Matt’s head.'Are you ready?’ Jason asked him a little impatiently.'I think so.’ Matt knew it made the fans happy and he loved his fans. He forced himself to smile and he put his hand back over Jason’s eyes a little roughly. Jason started giggling as he snapped the photos. This time he was much happier with the outcome and Matt was allowed to get back up. They sat on the edge of the bed.'What if we did a video where we go to kiss and the I turn away right at the last minute?’ Jason was grinning and unlocking his phone again. Matt watched over his shoulder as he uploaded two of the pictures they took onto his Instagram story before getting the camera back up. 'Come here.’ He pulled Matt closer holding the phone up. Matt took off the sunglasses and sighed a little before they edged closer to each other. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. Jason’s lips were getting closer to his and Matt didn’t want him to turn away. He wanted to kiss him. But as planned Jason turned away right at the last minute and started giggling. He looked at his phone as Matt ran his fingers through his hair.'Are we done now?’'Fuck.’ Jason groaned. 'I didn’t hit record.’'Seriously?’ Matt groaned too.'One more time I swear.’ He turned back to Matt and held the phone in place. He started moving closer, slowly but surely. Matt moved closer too. His eyes were on Jason’s plump lips and he couldn’t handle being this close to them and not being able to kiss him. He needed to know what it would feel like. Jason turned his head away and started giggling again but before he could look at his phone, something took over inside Matt. He grabbed Jason’s face and pulled him close before finally clashing their lips together. He pulled Jason back to the bed so he was on top of him. He blindly fumbled about for Jason’s phone and when he found it he hit the lock button and tossed it aside. Jason was kissing him back, their tongues entwined. Matt kept his hands on Jason’s face and grinded his hips into the younger boy. The kiss broke so they could gasp for air and Jason frowned at Matt.'Matt I-’'Shush.’ Matt silenced him with his lips again. He rolled them over so he was on top and could take control. He pinned Jason’s arms above his head and started kissing down Jason’s neck, eliciting the first moans from the younger boy. Matt smirked and with Jason’s soft moans spurring him on he started biting and sucking the tender flesh on his neck. He let go of Jason’s wrists as Jason gasped. With his hands free, Jason started grouping Matt’s ass through his jeans. Matt’s lips trailed lower to Jason’s collarbones, then to his chest where he took the time to suck on each of Jason’s nipples, paying careful attention to his piercing which he took between his teeth, making Jason groan in such an animalistic way.‘Matt,’ Jason panted. ‘Oh god that feels so good.’ Their cocks were both hard and Matt rolled his hips so they could both feel how hard the other was. Jason groaned again and started fumbling with the button of Matt’s jeans.‘I need you to fuck you, like yesterday.’ Matt panted, starting to undo Jason’s shorts. Jason smirked a little. He’d always had an idea Matt wanted him, which was partly why he always insisted on making these videos. He’d always kind of hoped it might lead to this. Matt sat back so he could remove his jeans and boxers and Jason did the same, he didn’t think he had ever undressed so quickly. Once they were naked Jason pulled Matt back down so he could clash their lips together again. Now there was no clothes in the way, the feeling of their dicks rubbing together was almost too much and Jason gripped Matt’s hair tightly.‘Fuck me Matt, need you to fuck me.’ He panted. Matt kissed him again before sitting back and grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube from the bedside table. This was a little odd, they had been friends for so long now and this could ruin everything. But they both needed each other more than they’d ever realised. All those photos and videos they’d made over the years had left both men wanting more. Jason watched Matt, biting his lip as Matt ripped the packet open with his teeth and slid the condom over his length. Jason groaned, his teeth sinking deep into his own lip as he watched Matt coat his dick in lube, stroking himself a little more than necessary; Jason knew he was only doing it to try and wind him up. He was about to say something, to tell Matt to stop fucking teasing, but he was stopped by Matt’s fingers covering his hole in lube. Jason grabbed Matt by the shoulders pulling him forward and kissing him. Matt’s dick nestled between Jason’s cheeks and Jason wrapped his legs around Matt.‘Matt, I swear to god-’ Jason was cut off by the feeling of Matt slowly edging into him. Jason groaned louder than before. Matt kissed Jason hard as he thrust all the way inside Jason’s tight hole, a small moan escaping his own lips. Jason had already started moving his hips in desperation to have Matt fuck him. Matt obliged and stated thrusting, Jason’s legs wrapping tighter around him. Jason ran his fingers through Matt’s hair, all sorts of noises coming out of his mouth at this point. Matt’s eyes were trained on Jason, never leaving his for a second. One of Matt’s hands reached between them and he started stroking Jason in time with his thrusts. Jason gasped loudly and that feeling paired with the one of Matt finding his sweet spot was almost too much for Jason. It seemed insane that they’d never done this before. There had always been chemistry between them but they never realised how amazing this would feel. It felt as though they fit together like puzzle pieces, Jason had never been with someone that he slotted together with so well. They moved together in a perfect rhythm. Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced anything like this before and neither had Matt. Jason was already pathetically close, there was something about the way Matt felt inside him that he’d never felt before.‘Oh god Matt…I’m really close…fuck that feels so fucking god.’ Jason’s eyes fluttered close and Matt could see his cheeks reddening and a slight sheen of sweat gathering at Jason’s temples.‘Fuck me too Jason.’ Matt bit his lip, feeling on the brink of orgasm. It was almost embarrassing how quickly Jason was making him come. But this was more incredible than any other man he’d been with. Jason felt perfect. Jason eyes opened again and landed on Matt’s.‘Matt I’m gonna…I’m gonna…’ he didn’t get to finish his sentence because his orgasm washed over him and he was coming all over his stomach. Matt groaned at the sight and that was all he could take and a few seconds later he felt his balls tingling and then he came too.‘Oh fuck Jason.’ He threw his head back as he expelled himself, feeling sweat on his own forehead. When he was completely spent he pulled out and discarded the condom. He fell to the bed laying on his back and Jason did the same. They both stared at the ceiling as they let their breathing return to normal. Neither of them were sure what to say. The night had taken a turn neither of them had been prepared for. But they both knew they couldn’t let that be a one time thing. Sex that good couldn’t be denied. Jason rolled his head to the side on the pillow to look at the side of Matt’s face.'So uhm…’ he bit his lip. Matt turned to look at him. 'That was unexpected.’'Yeah.’ Matt bit his lip too. 'I’m not sure what came over me.’ He felt his cheeks burning.'Whatever it was, I’m glad it did.’ Jason rolled onto his side and shuffled a little closer to Matt. 'That was…it was…’ Jason trailed off, struggling to find the word. Matt rolled on his side and stroked Jason’s cheek.'Perfect?’ He smiled softly.'Exactly.’ Jason smiled back.'I hope we didn’t get that on film.’ Matt chuckled. Jason sat up and located his phone before laying back down next to Matt.'Nope, it’s all good.’ Jason breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his camera again and held the phone above them.'What are you doing?’ Matt frowned.'The fans will go nuts! They’ll think we just had sex.’ Jason laughed.'And they’d think right…’'They don’t need to know that. Come here.’ He pulled Matt closer and pouted a little as Matt nuzzled into his side. He snapped the picture, making sure to only get their top halves in the photo. He opened his Instagram app and added it to his story before discarding the phone and turning his attention back to Matt.'You are such a tease.’ Matt chuckled pulling Jason closer.'I know.’ Jason rested his head on Matt’s chest. 'But it worked didn’t it?’ He smirked placing a kiss on Matt’s bare chest. Matt rolled his eyes. It had only started as a bit of a fun for the fans, this was never supposed to happen. But Matt couldn’t be happier that it had. The fans would go insane if they knew about this.

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