#even with my emotional exhaustion i am still getting nervous

[deathfavor]

Rewatching Draken and Hanma fight is somewhat hilarious because its like they both....forget the usual fighting height difference isn’t there. Draken can headbutt Hanma in the face, Hanma’s taller & can reach further than Draken can to hit him. So used to everyone being smaller they forget these things.

[ellieslob]

★ellie got sick

+idea: ellie gets emotional when you take care of her

ways to help palestine !!!

you knew, deep down, under all the toughness and her act of being completely independent, and solitaire, ellie yearned for touch, but not just anybody's touch, your touch.

the first week after you guys got together you were both hesitant to touch each other, to be near one another, too nervous and definitely too worried of messing up, ruining everything and ending up alone again, so for the first weeks, you guys practically were just friends that called each other “babe” and “honey”.

that was until ellie got sick, it was nothing to really worry about, nothing but a cold, “it didn't matter” as she said, but at the same time, she had spent all of her weekend inside her bed, texting you about how her tummy hurt, her head hurt, her pinky toe hurt, your girlfriend switched from being the strongest and toughest woman you ever met to such being a pretty cry baby. you two were on your nightly call, when she heard the ring bell “oh no, wait babe, god, how do i get up” you heard her covers moving as she growled and whined.

“don't worry honey, i'll get the door” she looked at her phone confused, you hung up and left her even more confused, were you high? or…

the knocking stopped an the door opened showing that it was you at her room, with a soft smile and a little basket in your hands “hi baby. okay, okay, so i brought you a soft blanket, some chocolate, and yes, the milky one, not dark. i bought soda but i bringed tea, because you need to stay hydrated” your hands pushed her back to the bed, tugging her with the little blanket, and then checking her temperature by softly pressing your foreheads “oh and i made you chicken soup, i know you don't loove vegetables, but baby you-

you stopped yourself completely, her face was now drowning in tears, her face all covered in blush and her hands were grabbing her new soft blanket with a very tight grip “ellie, w-what's wrong?”

she got up from the bed, still her movements were slow and silly, but she managed to get to you, your worried look, the little basket, the homemade tea and soup, the little and soft voice you used just to talk to her. she knew it.

she almost tackled you into a hug, starting to cry even harder, her deep voice turning into whines, her sobs were loud and strong that they moved her hole body, she was clinging onto your shirt, hiding her face in your chest, you didn't know what to do, you had yourgirlfriend weeping desperately in your arms and she didn't answer your questions or stop shivering. you caressed her cheek, trying to wipe her tears a little “ellie?”

“thank you, i… i was so exhausted, i am really, but even with all my whining and complaining, god it must have been so boring to hear me complain about everything but still you.. you”

“i love you ellie, i love your face, your little freckles, your voice, your bad jokes, your complains, i love them because i love you, way too much, i’d say, you should be scared, like seriously, you should call the police” you started attacking her with little kisses all around her face.

“stop” she laughed like a kid, making you chuckle a little, her tears finally stopped, leaving her eyes shiny and loving “and you say my jokes are bad” she holds your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“well i guess that's why we are together honey, you'll have to endure”

“i love you”

“i love you more” and as cheesy as it sounded, your voice, your words and your kisses were all that ellie needed to get better.

🥣masterlist!

🫐nat: im back😭 im so sorry for all the time that has passed, this is not my best work but i wanted to make a little something to officially come back, love yaaall so so much

[yeagerfate]

big spoon or little spoon?

characters: miles morales (earth-1610), miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar

warnings: none lol

notes: i didn’t proofread this because i’m exhausted from a bunch of irl stuff, so i’ll come check this out later and see if i need to fix anything. don’t really like how this went at all but i need something to post so oh well <3 might delete this later kinda depends. also i got my first writing request which i am very excited about hehe

Honestly, it all really depends on Miles’ mood. If he’s had a good day, then he’ll definitely be spooning you. However, if something went wrong, he will be seeking your comfort and attention. One of your most memorable moments with Miles’ was spooning him for the first time. He’d completely flunked an exam because he was out on a really dangerous mission the night before. In shambles, Miles had told you that he hadn’t slept at all and fell asleep during the test. He was really nervous to tell his parents about it because he didn’t know what his excuse would be. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was out at some party, or just being irresponsible. He slept like a baby after you consoled him, his head resting on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back with the other holding his head. Although it was a bittersweet moment, you enjoyed it, and the way Miles had drooled in his sleep had you trying not to wake him up from your sweet giggling.

Miguel’s in denial, but he’s a little spoon. The feeling of your hands running through his wavy hair at the end of a stressful day at work is something he’s grown addicted to. He’s a bit ashamed of it, as he thinks he should be the one holding you, but you quickly snap him out of it. Miguel finds solace in your arms, and for a couple hours it’s nice to forget about all of the emotional turmoil from work. Though, if you ever ask for it, Miguel will absolutely hold you. Sometimes, it’s nice to feel your head resting on his muscular chest and your warmth on him. In the mornings, it’s especially hard for Miguel to get up. Your arms are just so comfy and snug, and he feels like he’s at home when he’s with you. Lyla makes fun of him for it, calling him a “simp” (he doesn’t know what it means), but he doesn’t care. The way your face lights up when you feel his toned arms wrapped tightly around your face is something he’d never want to give up.

Hobie is a big spoon. He’s not big into snuggling, as he likes his personal space, but once you get into it, you get into it. (He is very affectionate with the people he cares about, though!) He’s found that the most comfortable position would be with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach, his face hidden in your neck sweetly. It can get a little irritating, since Hobie is a big snorer. He also has a warmer body temperature, so in the summer, you��ll have to resolve to holding each other’s hands. It’s both endearing and frustrating, but it’s for Hobie, and that makes it worth it. During cuddling, the bonnet he wears tickles your neck. It’s hard to hold in the automatic laugh you have from it because he’s trying to sleep. Cuddling with Hobie is messy, fun, and enjoyable. It’s just so… Hobie.

Gwen, despite her average height, is a big spoon. She likes the feeling of being able to just hold and protect you. Gwen has lost so much, and so she feels she has to make sure you’re safe at all times. One of the way she does this is by holding you close to her her neck, your head resting on her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. It doesn’t matter how tall you are. Even if you’re a foot taller than her, you’ll still be held by her. However, Gwen occasionally has nightmares, and so when she wakes up she’d like to be embraced by you. When she has her head pressed against you chest, and she can hear the sound of your heartbeat, it really makes her feel better. It reassures her panicking brain that you’re alive, you’re here, and you’re fine. It’s a soothing feeling, one that’s hard to describe. All she knows is that she really treasures it.

Pavitr is very enthusiastic about all types of physical affection, and that includes cuddling. He is a big spoon, though he doesn’t mind trading places at all. While you’re cuddling, he loves to tell you about how his day went. If you know that he’s spider-man, he’ll tell you all about the adventures he went on with his friends. Sometimes, he’ll even rant about Miguel, which is very amusing. However, if you don’t know that he’s spider-man, Pavitr will take a much different approach. Instead, he’ll ask you to tell him about your day. He asks you if you saw anything you liked at the stores nearby, or if you tried any new food. He likes to take note of these revelations because they make for great gifts. Pavitr is a very talkative cuddler, but on tiring days, he’ll be out like a light after 5 minutes. It all depends on how his day went.

[raysrays]

Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

[my-castles-crumbling]

A rant?

I could just be emotional but..

So I just need to say that I am like a whole ass adult. Like I have a mortgage. I go to so many fucking appointments and make so much small talk (it’s horrible) And I’ve been dating women for over ten years. And I can COUNT ON ONE HAND the amount of times a stranger hasn’t assumed I’m with a man. Because I present as a girl (even though I’m not, I get nervous to present as anything else with new people and in new settings) so I should be with a man, right? Like at this point, I even understand people not asking about pronouns. It’s nice, and I love when they do, but acceptance of gender identity is still being learned. So I’m a bit more open about being understanding and teaching people about the nuance there. But maybe it’s just because I came out as nonbinary more recently? Because idk sometimes people are willingly ignorant but I digress.

But the amount of times I have had to say I don’t have a husband/boyfriend but I DO have a wife/girlfriend is so tiring. At the hairdresser, at the dentist, at the fucking doctors. In line at the store when people say “ahhh did you talk to your husband about this purchase?”

It’s fucking exhausting.

So today when my new doctor used the word “partner” instead of “husband” when I said I was married, I literally almost cried because like…God, how nice was that? To just be able to move on with the topic instead of correcting someone or wondering if it was SAFE to correct them?

And it just made me reflect on visibility and making sure we have queer representation because fuck, that made my appointment so much nicer.

[candiid-caniine]

support needs and sex

having trouble with words recently. during this, I don't post much. have autism, have talked about it here before, but only small things.

but lots of frustration recently about representing. how people with low support needs have louder voices. people with cute, quirky autism get represented more because neurotypicals don't feel as uncomf. still they have their struggles but you know. middle to high support needs are uncomf. have to hide, have to be quiet. people with low support needs, also sometimes think *their* autism is *all* autism. don't want to talk about mid/high supports people, or be associated.

but, speech loss bad enough that I don't want to go into it today. stick to what is doable.

autistic people have sex. autistic people do kink. lot of positivity here about this. i've seen it. you've seen it. you've seen me also do it.

but autism in sex, not just:

cute stimming because sex feels good

sensory overload, in a good way

hard to speak because of good feelings

person getting flustered/shy/nervous

not only cute. not only shy. not only because of good feelings.

autism can be ugly, scary, difficult, bad communicating, hard to know how to support, getting in the way.

for me:

speech loss; not cute speech loss because of good feelings, speech loss because life is exhausting; exhausted, don't want to have sex

handling rejection poorly. have to use a lot of energy to keep from being a bad partner because of overreacting

sensory overload because good, but i dissociate because sensory overload

use sex to escape bad feelings, not in a healthy coping way

can't explain why i react poorly. in most circumstances. but also happens around sex

frustration because i can't think how to explain

meltdown because so frustrated

cycle repeats

have trouble understanding un-firm versions of "no" (have to work hard to communicate with partner, and i do, but hard work af)

have trouble understanding "maybe"

have trouble predicting how i "will/would" feel

thus frustration. meltdown. cycle resumes

or, know what i want; don't know how to explain

AND YET: i am not:

too dysfunctional for sex/relationship

"basically a child"/too immature

unsafe person

too fucked up for marriage

bad person for dating

someone who should avoid sex until burnout ends

...because i am adult. my partner is an adult. we talk about things. we know good expectations. i don't lie about can/can't do things. they don't lie about can/can't do things.

sex is only one slice of this. this blog is about sex, so i post it here. but these issues are big in my life. need support in school, in work; i seem so functional to a stranger, but only because support needs are met.

support needs met = big privilege. i acknowledge this. not so easy for many people, who seem less functional to others, only because support needs not met.

anyway. conclusion:

neurotypicals/non-autistics: don't expect sex + relationships with autistics to be like sexy imagine posts on tumblr. can be sometimes, but often not.

autistics, even: don't expect sex + relationships with other autistics to be like sex + relationships for you.

low support needs autistics: you guys have a problem. (maybe technically i am you guys, don't really know, so maybe *we* have a problem.) some of you don't like when autism represented as mid-high support. don't like to think you're like us. not cool. either way stop speaking like *your* autism is *all* autism. if you have energy + time + emotional resource to do so, tell off other low support needs when they act like this.

high/mid support needs: i see you. you belong. you deserve healthy, good sex if you are adult. support needs =/= being unworthy/not well enough/not functional enough for relationship. possible to have relationships that work for you, allow for the kind of support you need, from other person/medical team/support system. don't mask to get through relationship. hurts you, you should be loved for who you are.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi, sex witch. so, i'm an older virgin (turning 30 soon) and am going to be having sex with someone next week, but after so long it's become a very big scary thing that i've decided to deal with by having (very negotiated, very consensual) intentionally big scary kinky (cnc) sex with someone who knows what they're doing. i was chatting to my best friend about it and she thinks i'm going to really mess up what i think sex should be like and that i should re-evaluate why i want to not have to make my own choices during it (but surely i'm already making my choices here...?). i'm really concerned now that wanting it like this is just internalised misogyny and rape culture?

hi anon,

I do actually think this is a really unsafe and ill-advised idea, not because it's misogynistic or because there's anything wrong with flavor of sexual fantasy but because it's kind of like deciding to get into mountain climbing by starting out with Everest. going in elaborate, hardcore scene without having no idea how you interact with other people in the context of sex seems foolhardy at best and comes with a high potential for pretty significant physical and/or emotional damage that, yes, could be rather traumatizing.

like in the most ✨ sex positive✨ way possible it would be irresponsible not to acknowledge that sex can really freak people out. it's a lot of stimuli all at once and that can cause people to flip out or freeze up. sometimes it hurts way, way more than you thought it would. sometimes you're going to be triggered in ways that you didn't even know were a trigger for you. and that's all possible during the world's most vanilla sex! and it can still be harrowing and horrible and exhausting, and adding the stress of, in your own words, a "big scary" scene is not going to make that any more pleasant.

I'm also just broadly worried about how well you're able to knowledgeably negotiate a scene when you don't even have a working frame of reference for how you do and don't like to be intimate with other people in non-kinky sex. much like mountain climbing, probably, sex is something you get better at when you spend a lot of time refining the basics and warming up, getting to know your body and its limitations before you do the challenging stuff.

I want to be so, SO clear here that the problem is absolutely not this particular fantasy, which I think could be a lot of fun to pursue if you're still interested after gaining more sexual experience. as a starting point it makes me uuuuuh nervous. respectfully, I wouldn't recommend it, but your body is yours and you must chase your bliss as you see fit.

[yujo-nishimura]

Whispers of the Desert Kingdom - Part 6

Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, English is not my native language, not proof-read, age gap - forced marriage, angst and manipulation, mention of intercourse

Taglist: @mcgeemouse , @fan-g0rl , @vexladin

words: 1481

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon you as you finally sat down on your bed in the quiet confines of your room. The festivities had finally ceased, and you were left overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed you throughout the day. You hadn't realized that you had been awake since the early morning and now it was way past midnight. 

Reflecting upon the day's events, you couldn't help but feel a sense of missing Vivi, wishing she could have been there to share in the celebration and be amazed together with you by the seamless organization of the wedding party. The palace had been abuzz with guests and members of the royal court, converging in the banquet hall where an abundance of food and drinks were served. It was a spectacle unlike anything you had witnessed before.

Seated by Crocodile's side throughout the evening, you felt a certain intimidation in his presence that stifled conversation. As people approached to offer their congratulations, his indifferent expression remained unchanged, even as lavish and beautiful presents were brought to the both of you. 

When the time came for the first dance, Crocodile whispered a brief excuse before abruptly leaving the wedding celebration for several hours. Surprisingly, no one seemed to bat an eye, except for your slightly concerned father who observed you sitting alone for the remainder of the evening. He eventually took you for a dance, and as the night progressed, you found yourself interacting with childhood friends and gradually finding enjoyment in the festivities.

However, as the clock neared midnight, weariness washed over you. You excused yourself, expressing gratitude to each person you encountered for contributing to the wonderful day. The exhaustion you felt was genuine, as your feet ached from the heels you had worn all day, and your body yearned for a rest from the nervous excitement and the confinement of the wedding dress.

As you began to remove the veil from your hair, you heard a knock on your door. Determined to handle the task of undressing yourself, you replied with a firm statement “I will undress myself tonight!”, anticipating that it was likely a servant coming to assist you. However, to your surprise, the door swung open despite your response, and Crocodile loomed in the doorway, stepping into your room and closing the door behind him.

A mixture of shock and anticipation coursed through you as you turned to face him. His presence filled the room, and his low voice, almost like a murmur, sent shivers down your spine. He offered a dark smile before settling into the chair next to your desk.

“I can still help you get undressed, Princess!”

Your cheeks flushed, and you gasped, finding yourself unable to form words. Nervously, your fingers clutched the fabric of your dress, unsure how to respond to his unexpected intrusion.

Seemingly unaffected by your reaction, Crocodile pulled out a cigar, igniting it within the confines of your room. He took a deep inhale, and in that moment, you noticed a weariness etched across his features—the same exhaustion that had weighed upon you throughout the day.

"What a day, huh?" he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of fatigue, as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

"I am very tired, Sir. I would love to just go to bed...," you replied, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The realization that this man would now be a permanent part of your life was still sinking in, leaving you uncertain about what lay ahead.

Crocodile stood up and approached you, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. Caught between longing and fear, you attempted to lower your gaze, but he swiftly stopped you, using his golden hook to lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Vulnerability washed over you as he spoke, his words cutting through the air. “Do you think I am stupid, Princess? Do you think I have not recognized how you have leered at me all these years? How you sneaked into my casino on the weekends breaking the kingdom's law by entering this facility as a royal member and waiting for me to walk around to just stare at me? Your father as well as I know that you love me and that makes things so much easier…!”

You finally found your words again. Despite being taken aback by his blunt demeanor, you realized that there was no point in hiding your feelings any longer.

“It is true. I love you, but I know you do not feel the same. I wonder why my father has agreed to this!”

At that moment, Crocodile surprised you by bowing down, bringing his face close to your ear. The scent of his cigar engulfed your senses, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. A stray strand of his hair brushed against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a rush of desire within you.

"I convinced your father to agree to this arrangement," Crocodile admitted, a note of triumph in his voice. "And if you believe I have pushed boundaries already, my dear, you have no idea what lies ahead." His laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls as he took a step back, observing your reaction with a predatory gaze.

Your heart still pulsed with longing and fear, the desire for Crocodile coursing through your veins. Every fiber of your being ached for his presence, even as you grappled with the knowledge that your father had allowed this devil into the royal kingdom.

With a faint and broken voice, you mustered the courage to ask, "What do you want from us?" 

“You will find out after a while.” Crocodile suddenly sounded tired again, he took off his coat and threw it on the bed next to you. Then with some swift movements he took off his shirt, leaving you again speechless with the look at his muscular chest. 

“I will sleep on the couch, I am too tired to fool around tonight.”, he declared, turning away from you and making his way towards the plush sofa nestled beneath the window.

A mixture of relief and confusion washed over you. "But...!" you managed to utter, your voice trailing off as you struggled to articulate your thoughts.

He turned back to face you, a smile playing on his lips. The sight sent another chill down your spine, freezing your blood in your veins. Just when you thought he would approach you once again, he instead gently pressed the hook against your skin, the sensation both delicate and unnerving. His intense purple gaze locked onto your reaction, studying you closely.

"But what, Princess?" he inquired, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Do you want me that badly?"

You gasped, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks, the blush betraying your innermost desires. The coldness of the metal hook against your arm seemed to intensify the dizzying sensations coursing through your body. You were caught off guard by his directness, as he probed into the depths of your thoughts.

"In all these five years, have you fantasized about me?" he continued, his words hanging in the air, laden with tension. "Have you imagined me by your side, just like tonight?"

With his hook still pressed against your arm, he positioned his right hand on the other side, his body inching closer until his chest nearly touched your upper body. The air in the room grew heavy with an overwhelming tension. Every aspect of him seemed simultaneously captivating and intimidating, and the longing within you made you feel like wanting to embrace him, to experience the touch of his warm, sand-colored skin against your own.

In that moment, a sharp pain shot through your arm as the hook scraped into your flesh. A mewl of fear and pain escaped your lips, echoing in the tense atmosphere. To your astonishment, he whispered, "I love how this sounds..!"

Swiftly, he grabbed your bleeding arm, callously smearing the blood on the pristine white sheets of your bed, leaving behind a morbid stain. Without another glance or word, he turned away and settled onto the couch, carelessly tossing some soft pillows to the ground for added comfort. The abruptness of his actions left you bewildered and hurt, tears welling in your eyes.

"Why...?" you managed to utter, your voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and heartache. 

"If the servants come to dress you up tomorrow, they should think we have consummated the marriage," he explained callously. "Good night, Princess. Don't you dare to cry all night!"

Despite his words and unable to contain your tears any longer, you wept silently, the anguish of the night weighing heavily upon your heart.

[sword-brainrot]

Hi! This is my first time requesting so I'm kinda nervous how to word it out. Anyway, may I request romantic headcanons (separate ofc) for Chougi, Hyuuga and Monoyoshi? Ty! And take care.

So sorry that this took forever. I hope you still like it (●´ω｀●)

Yamanbagiri Chougi, Monoyoshi Sadamune, and Hyuuga Masamune Romantic Headcanons

♡ Chougi may be the most difficult for him to recognize his feelings and also be true to them.

♡ Chougi is a hardworking and dedicated sword that is all about proving himself. He is a touken danshi, not human. So many times, he thinks learning to live like a human is rather useless. He is a sword, that is all there is to it.

♡ However, that doesn't change that he does have emotions and how he is more influenced by emotions than realizes.

♡ He easily gets annoyed and angry around Manba, that is the easiest found evidence of his emotions that he simply cannot hide.

♡ There is another emotion he can't hide.... And that is when he gets praises from his favorite person, You.

♡ To be fair, you were probably not his favorite person at the start because he had no favorite person. You were simply his master and him the sword that would serve you in protecting history.

♡ Yet... You showed him special attention. You praised him after missions, you would actively talk and listen to his story. Even when he complained about Manba, you listened and didn't chide him too much. You allowed him to express his emotions.

♡ How could be not fall for you? Even if he didn't realize it.

♡ Chougi suddenly had a urge to always become MVP in battles because he knew that he would hear your praises. Suddenly he would "accidentally" run into while you were going about your daily schedule.

♡ Oh no! You are carrying a bunch of books? Suddenly Chougi is there to carry them for you because that is his job as the saniwa's sword! .... Do swords carry books now?

♡ Good luck getting him to confess first because he will not. He doesn't know what these emotions mean! He thinks he is just being the perfect sword.

♡ It is only when you confess or another sword points out how you look at Chougi, that is when the gears start turning in his head.

♡ But he can't love you. He is a sword. He is suppose to serve on the battlefield and die on the battlefield. That is his role in history.... Right?

♡ Suddenly, Chougi is no longer running into you. No longer becoming giddy when you praise him. Instead he starts to give you the cold shoulder and give small remarks of "thanks" before moving away.

♡ And it kills him every time.

♡ This man is too stubborn for his own good. He will refuse to acknowledge his feelings. Instead he will suppress and deflect.

♡ That tactic quickly fails when he sees you getting close to someone else and jealousy spikes in him. He was suppose to be your special someone. That other person isn't allowed to make you smile when he is suppose to.

♡ Once again, Chougi is working overtime to become MVP and get your attention. Randomly running into you and each time you look at him, his heart beats a bit faster.

♡ It's only then... Does he think over the words that he may harbor deeper feelings for you and realize how he doesn't want anyone else to take that place from him.

♡ Chougi is both great at words... and terrible at it when it's his own vulnerable feelings.

♡ It is one day after a mission he shined in, he requested a moment of your time. By this time, Chougi was exhausted from the mission. His outfit was more dirty than he would of liked and his hair was tussled. He had to talk to you, here and now.

♡ He took you to a quiet place in the citadel and held your hand in his gloved one. Just this action alone made him think he was going to have a heart-attack. His blue eyes refused to look at you. Instead, he focused on the mountains.

♡ "I have always aimed to be a perfect sword for my master. I am Yamanbagiri Chougi, my name comes from slaying down yamanba (mountain crone). That was my story, at least I thought it was before someone stole it from me. It doesn't matter if he really did or not, but I realize that I had emotions invested in that after all. Emotions a sword shouldn't have. I was angry that my story was stolen. Which made me realize that I don't want anything else stolen from me."

♡ He finally looks at you, "I don't want you to be stolen from me. I want to be your special someone, if you will have someone struggling with learning what emotions are."

♡ As a lover, Chougi is very doting. He leans more on physical affection over verbal. He still doesn't understand how to word things to truly convey how he feels.

♡ He still gets jealous here and there but he trusts you and doesn't control you. He knows you love him and wouldn't ever leave him.

♡ Honestly, just that makes him very confident and cocky.

♡ He is definitely the type that that will lock eyes and smirk at anyone who gets rejected by you, with his arm around your shoulder.

♡ He doesn't use pet names because he finds them a little weird still. Truthfully, he probably still refers to you as Aruji. However, there are times when he is feeling more affectionate and confident and will say your real name instead. Only in moments when you two are alone.

♡ He still has a lot to unpack about emotions and how to go about them in a healthy manner but he is much more willing to learn to live and enjoy another side of being a touken danshi if it means that he can stay by your side.

♡ Monoyoshi is someone who loves life and actively seeks out what it means to be human. He wants to experience it all!

♡ Before his life as a Touken Danshi, Monoyoshi was a sword of Tokugawa Ieyasu and got passed along in the Ieyasu family. He saw the family strive and saw many of his masters as a child then grow into fine warriors.

♡ Being able to have the chance to live for himself is one that he would never take for granted.

♡ Monoyoshi wears his heart on his sleeve. He is always seen smiling and helping others, either by his great luck or his soothing words.

♡ Monoyoshi loves kids and normally always the first to welcome any new tantous to the citadel, or help any random kid that he sees when you take him shopping with you.

♡ A baby fussing in front of you two? Suddenly Monoyoshi starts to sing a lullaby or making silly faces at the child. Most times, the baby quiets down and looks at Monoyoshi with interest.

♡ He also shows you the same affection. You may be the saniwa but he actively tries to learn who you are as a person.

♡ Monoyoshi is very sensitive to negative emotions and is always there when he feels like something is wrong.

♡ As caring and affectionate as he is, he may not realize when his feelings turn from platonic to romantic. That is something you can't learn from observing.

♡ He was there when his previous masters got married... but when did they fall in love? He didn't know.

♡ That is an aspect in life that brings him great interest because he wants to understand it so badly. Love is clearly so powerful to the heart that he wants to understand what it feels like.

♡ He expresses these wishes to you before either of you have any feelings for one another.

♡ Queue the romcom movie nights. He will watch everyone of them and you will be there on the ride for him to ask all the questions.

♡ "Why did they suddenly fight? I thought they loved each other?" "Uh... probably for an interesting conflict in the movie but sometimes people don't see eye to eye, even if they do love each other."

♡ He is so confused by this because he thought love was the most powerful element and nothing could get in the way of that.

♡ Which starts his plan....

♡ "Aruji! I want to do all the romcom montages too! Will you help me?"

♡ He looks at you with that puppy eyes... How could you say no? Which starts your adventure of fake(?) dating and doing all the scenarios you see in romcoms.

♡ Dancing, teaching each other a skill, looking into each other eyes, watching movies, going to amusement park, taking cheesy picture... Everything

♡ It was just something to do to show a them what it was like to be in a romcom, if people actually did these things or if it was just for the screen.

♡ However, it became so much more than that.

♡ From just acting out the scenes, Monoyoshi began to realize how much he truly wanted to live these parts of his life with you. He didn't want to just do things that were in romcoms, he wanted to truly have special moments with you and make treasured memories for you.

♡ He was also terrified of messing up and causing a big endgame conflict that was always there. He never wanted to see you hurt or be the one to hurt you.

♡ It was a day that you two were suppose to have a picnic outing together, he decided to bring up his true feelings or end the montage because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

♡ With his amazing luck, he sat down next to you and quickly found a four leaf clover. He handed it to you with his charming smile and said:

♡ "Aruji, I am truly so lucky to have met you. You are like this four leaf clover to me. There was so many chances I would of never met you, yet I did and you made me an even luckier sword. Doing these romcom scenes with you made me realize that I want every moment to be special with you because you are special to me. Sorry if this is out of line."

♡ Not much chances after you two become official because you both have already been rather affectionate with one another. Monoyoshi LOVES complimenting you at every thing. He also loves holding your hand and giving you any gift he can find on his missions.

♡ He is such a doting partner. Just being next to you makes him shine with happiness.

♡ He also loves pet names. Loves calling you: Honey, Sweetheart, or my Clover.

♡ He still worries a bit over there being conflict between the two of you, so he is always the first that demands that the two talk it out if there is ever something that upsets the other. To not hold anything in and be considerate.

♡ Monoyoshi doesn't ever want to lose you and puts his all into the relationship to make you happy and show you all the love he has in his heart. (人´ω｀*)♡

♡ Originally, Hyuuga was created to be a sword of prayer but his first master decided to use him in battle instead. Which gives him an unique view on the world compared to some other swords.

♡ Hyuuga understands very well the emotions of people when he was a sword of prayer and he also understands why war/battles break out.

♡ He is a very understanding person and opened-minded. Which makes him more willing to try romance, even though he is a sword.

♡ Hyuuga is always the person that keeps a watchful eye out on the citadel and sees inner conflicts or someone having a bad.

♡ He goes out of his way to help in his own way. If there is a leak in the citadel and some swords are upset with getting dirty, he will go out of his way to repair it so it makes their everyday a bit easier. He doesn't need to be asked, if it helps others - he will do it.

♡ Same goes for you. You are the saniwa of the citadel and plenty of tedious task rest on your shoulders. He tries to carry even a little bit to make it easier on you.

♡ You need to deliver letters but still have paperwork to do? Hyuuga is up for the task without any hesitation. That is the type of person he is.

♡ He doesn't put others on pedestals and view them as they are: Human.

♡ His previous master had plenty of flaws of his own. Yet, Hyuuga still liked him for the man he was. He saw the good and bad of him.

♡ Which makes him so open-minded whenever he talks to other.

♡ Plenty of times he has been by your side and if he saw you troubled, he would try to help relieve it. Either by doing a task for you to help with stress or ask you what was wrong.

♡ Many probably view Hyuuga as someone who might not understand the complicated emotions of humans, but he is probably one of the swords that understand it best.

♡ He will give realistic advice. Understanding the emotional part of what is troubling others but also giving the logistical aspect to problem-solve it.

♡ Hyuuga probably offers often to serve as the attendant if he sees you struggling because he wants to help.

♡ Hyuuga is very good at math, so he probably offers to take any tasks that involve a fair share of mathematics to help out. He is quick with it and he actually really enjoys solving any math problems.

♡ You both get into a daily routine of being hunched over as each of you work on your own tasks. A peaceful silence in the room that is only broken when one of you notices the time and decides it's time for a break/meal.

♡ This routine becomes something that Hyuuga quickly falls into pace with and comes to enjoy. He truly enjoys being around you and helping you.

♡ Any thought that comes to the top of your head, he will gladly listen. Especially if it's a story of your youth. He wants to learn about you. Not as the saniwa, but as (Y/N). The human that he treasures spending time with.

♡ Hyuuga has a big sweet tooth when it comes to umeboshi. Even on days when he is on "break" from task work with you. He will find himself at your door, asking if you wanted to share some with him.

♡ It is moments like this that makes Hyuuga realize that he is no longer only a sword, but a Touken Danshi. He is able to choose what he wants to do and have freedom.

♡ In the past, he would never have the chance to ask his master if they wanted to share a sweet treat or to stand in the rain to enjoy the feeling on his skin.

♡ Being around you makes him feel alive. Truly alive.

♡ The day he asks if he can hold your hand, he holds it so gently like it is the most fragile thing.

♡ Slowly he brings it to his face, his face warms as he feels your hand on his cheek.

♡ "You make me feel alive and I don't want to ever forget."

♡ Hyuuga likes being physical affection. Either handholding, or just sitting close enough that there is small touches. He likes to show his feelings through touches, rather than words.

♡ Affection glances as well. His eyes are so full of love when he looks at you while you are doing your work. You can always catch him glancing at you with that affection gaze. Only for him to smile when you catch him and he goes back to his task at hand.

♡ If you want to hear him say those three special words, he will. However, he likes to show them so you never doubt him. He truly cherishes you and find any boring task to be fantastical when it is with you.

[frost-queen]

Wrong side of paradise (Reader x Steve Harrington)

Requested by: @utterly-in-like​, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam,  @subjecta13-thefangirl

Summary: R & Steve have been friends since childhood. R has fallen in love with him but her love is unrequeted since Steve still has a thing for Nancy. When R get’s affected by headaches, she knows what that means but keeps it a secret. Until she is pulled in too deep and need help to come back. (Keeping it a secret, unrequited love) I altered the time-line a bit to my own choice! <Read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 >

“I…I need a moment.” – you said getting up. Nancy quirked her eyebrow up. You moved passed Dustin getting outside of the trailer. – “Just stay close!” – Robin shouted before you slammed the door shut. You hurried outside, creating a large distance between the trailer and you. Swallowing you tried to stop your tears from ever appearing. You walked in a straight line across the trailer park into the woods. Leaves crunched underneath your shoes. You gasped loud, gripping onto a wooden park bench in the woods. These weren’t just headaches. It was Vecna luring you into his death trap. 

The dreadful pounding in your head, you had for a week now. You screamed loud knowing what it meant. You were sentenced to die. Fists trembling at the intensity of your voice scraping. You straightened yourself pacing around. The more you thought about it, the more it upset you. You screamed again, grabbing the bin by the picnic bench. Picking it up, you threw it away. Litter scattering the ground. You lost control. Stomping wildly on the ground, jumping hysterical at your emotions that needed to be outed. Running your hands rough through your hair. Screaming, crying, cursing in all ways. Punching your fists in the air at the breakdown you were having.

After a while broke you down on the bench, exhausted. All of your energy outed in your rage. Catching your breath you leaned back. Face up to the sky. Closing your eyes you took a moment to calm yourself down. You couldn’t return in this state. You wiped your cheek dry at the sound of twigs snapping. You jumped up, seeing a startled Robin. – “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” – she said holding her hands up. You lowered your gaze, relieved it was her. – “You… you okay Y/n?” – she asked dropping her hands. You sat down again with a deep exhale. Robin walked around the bench to join you. She let her elbows rest against the table behind her, leaning back. – “It’s all a bit crazy, isn’t it?” – she started. 

“I mean last year with that whole mindflayer thing in the mall. Phew that was mental. Russians! Who knew they were involved in it. Now we’ve got Vecna haunting our memories for whatever purpose.” – She rambled on with a shiver. – “Can you imagine Vecna tormenting your conscious, slithering his way in to show you all sort of traumatic shit and when he finally has you, he bends you like a straw. Eyes gouged out…” – you shuddered at the thought, thinking about it. – “Robin!” – you called out, wanting her to stop. She abruptly stopped, looking at you. – “Oh sorry. I ramble on when I get nervous. My mother always says it to me that I can’t seem to stop talking and I barely even notice it…” – she paused smiling. – “I am rambling again… I’m…I’m just going to shut my mouth.”

You chuckled seeing her press her lips together with a lot of effort. Robin smiled seeing you cheered up. She leaned forwards staring into the woods. – “I don’t think we’ve actually had a full on conversation without Steve present.” – she said swaying her feet back and forth. – “No…” – you answered with a faint smile. – “It’s quite nice…” – Robin spoke looking over at you. – “It is.” – you replied. Robin got up, offering you, her hand. – “Ready to be amongst the lions again?” – you nodded, letting her pull you up. The two of you entered seeing a few heads turn in your direction. – “Found her!” – Robin exclaimed pointing at you. 

You moved to the background letting the other’s take charge as usual. You were surprised to see Steve slide closer to you. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. – “You good?” – he questioned. – “Yes… it was just a lot of information at once.” – you lied with a smile. Steve turned his head to you, laying his hand on your head. – “Good…” – he mumbled out, lifting his hand up to pat you on the head. A few times slow. It made your heart flutter. Steve and you had been friends since childhood. As thick as thieves, just lately you started to feel more for him. 

You wanted to be more than just friends. Steve looked away as you caught him staring at Nancy. It made your smile drop, knowing very well. You moved your head away so he would stop patting your head mindlessly. - “Shall we listen in?” – you suggested, gesturing to the others. You left without hearing his response. – “Sure…” – Steve said, his voice fading out when you left his side. He swallowed locking eyes with Robin before he sat down. Robin shrugged her shoulders.

**

Your flashlight illuminated the ground. Dustin and Steve walked across behind you into another room. You entered a room in the old, abandoned Creel house. The room was covered in cobwebs, white sheets over the dining table. You lost your balance for a second, falling against the doorframe as you felt it. The headaches. Somehow it intensified in the old house. You pressed your fingers against your forehead to put pressure on it. – “Y/n you, okay?” – Robin’s voice startled you as her hand touched your shoulder. – “Yeah… yeah…” – you told her wiping your hand down your face. – “I’m…I’m just tired.” – it was half a truth. 

You were indeed exhausted from keeping Vecna at bay and helping out your friends at the same time. Robin gave your shoulder a little squeeze. – “I can tell.” – she flashed her light up in your face with a soft chuckle. It made you close your eyes to block the light out. – “Sorry.” – she immediately spoke, lowering her light. – “That was a dick move.” – she continued feeling a bit guilty at pointing out your tired face. – “That’s alright Robin.” – you breathed out blinking slowly to keep the headache at bay. – “I do look like shit.” – you commented with a laugh. Robin gasped loud. – “You look gorgeous, you queen!” – she answered letting herself fall against you.

You pushed her away playfully, laughing loud. Robin and you busted out in laughter. Steve entered the dining room with furrowed brows. – “Really?” – he said pointing his flashlight at the both of you. Robin and you stopped laughing, swallowing nervously. – “Sorry Steve.” – Robin joked out, pressing her lips together afterwards. You tried your very best to hold in that snort that would get the laughing train going again. – “Can any of you please focus!” – He flashed his light up in your faces, making you move your hand up to block it. – “Roger that!” – Robin saluted with a sneer. You snorted loud, unbale to hold it in. Steve rolled his eyes, turning around. 

You licked your lips watching him leave. Pining for him, couldn’t you stop yourself from yearning. You knew your love was unrequited, for who would not fall in love with Nancy Wheeler. She was everything. Your very own Nancy Drew with a badass attitude. Still it hurt to see him still fall in love with her. Robin nudged you with her elbow. – “Come on.” – She motioned with her head for you to follow. You slowly turned around, going after her. The two of you maneuvered from the dining room to the kitchen. You moved your arm up to your nose to block out the smell. Robin almost gaged. – “Ghastly.” – she commented, pinching her nose shut. – “Smells like Steve’s dirty socks.” – she joked sounding funny.

You laughed loud, inhaling a bit of the stank. It made you cough, waving your hand in front of you. Robin slapped you on the back with a loud chuckle. The two of you left the kitchen for what it was, heading through a door that lead to a smaller room in the back. There was nothing special in the room. Just some old baskets and dirty cloths that had caught dust for ages. In the back was a door, ivy woven around it, having found a way through creaks of the brick wall. – “So…” – Robin started trying her way at the door. – “What is up with you and Steve?” – she gritted her teeth as the door wouldn’t budge. – “What do you mean?” – you answered, letting your flashlight shine around. Robin stepped back with a loud huff. She stuck her flashlight out to you. 

You took it, holding it for her. – “You know…” – she started, rolling her sleeve up. You gulped at the flirtatious wink that she threw at you. – “It’s nothing like that!” – you called out loud as Robin was rolling her other sleeve up. – “Come on Y/n. I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at him earlier. You were practically drooling.” – Robin answered having another go at the door. – “I was not!” – you hissed at her. – “So… you are to tell me you feel nothing more for good old Steve?” – she grunted pushing at the door. – “I don’t!” – you responded loudly. Robin puffed some hair out of her face, groaning as she pushed against the door once more. – “Liar.” – Robin breathed out, using her weight against the door.

You groaned loud, joining in. You pushed your hands firmly against the door. It didn’t budge as you spun around. With your back against it, pushed you firmly. – “It’s nothing.” – you forced out between a clenched jaw. – “It is Y/n! If you like Steve, you should tell him!” – Robin breathed out, shoving her shoulder against the framework. – “What is the point to it!” – you answered frustrated. – “He’ll never notice me.” – you pushed your back hard against the door feeling it budge a bit. 

“because” – you continued stomping hardly with your body against the wooden door. – “I’m not Nancy!” – you yelled out as the door budged. Robin caught you just in time before you were send down with it. Panting loud, shared you a concerned look. A cold breeze chilled up as the newly made gap caught your attention. Robin hummed curiously out loud walking through. You followed her into the yard. You gave her flashlight back stepping into the damp grass. Your light fell on a wooden swing, hauntingly rocking. It made you shudder. Robin and you parted a bit, each taking a side of the yard to investigate.

You felt the goosebumps rise in your neck, leaving a chill down your spine. The wind ruffled through the leaves, sending them dancing your way. You slowly turned around letting your eyes go up. Your eyes widened at the attic’s window. There you saw him. Vecna. Staring soullessly down to you. The striking of a clock made you jump out of your skin. The world felt like turning topsy turvey. Upside down with an eerie atmosphere. The wind sounded like a banshee’s scream. It made you cover your ears up, losing contact with the window. Catching your breath, looked you up once more. 

The attic window empty. No sign of him. You started to look around frantically, hearing the clock chime thrice. Behind you in a hollow tree was the clock. You screamed it out, backing away from it. Gasping loud, you bumped against someone. Turning your head slightly to the left, saw you boney fingers crawl up your shoulder. You screamed your lungs out, slapping the hand away from you. Spinning around, saw you him stand there. Vecna. Henry Creel. – “Come now Y/n.” – he spoke holding his hand out to you. You shook your head, taking a run for it.

Meanwhile shone Robin’s flashlight on you. – “Did you hear me Y/n?” – she spoke moving over to you. Her flashlight dropped onto the grass as her eyes widened. – “Y/n!” – she called out, grabbing your shoulders to shake them back and forth. – “What… you… why didn’t you tell me!” – she panicked, shaking you roughly. You weren’t hearing her, trapped in Vecna’s curse. – “Damn it Y/n! Why didn’t you tell me!” – Robin fought back the upcoming tears. She breathed shallow, looking around for any help. Everyone was still in the house, unaware of the troubles in the backyard. 

She knew the clock was ticking so heading inside for help would have no positive outcome. She knew she’d be too late to save you. – “Okay, okay, okay.” – she reassured herself tapping her head. – “Think… think Robin… what song did she like…” – Robin snapped her finger trying to get the song off the tip of her tongue. – “Think Robin!” – she cursed, slapping herself. – “Wow, okay I needed that.” – she said to herself as it was a wake-up call. Your song suddenly popped in her head as she called it out.

It took her but 1.0 seconds to start singing your favorite song. With her finger mimicked she the beat to assist her. She kept singing, shaking your shoulders for you to hear it. Her eyes widened when your feet lifted off the ground. – “No, no-no-no” – she stuttered out, shaking her head as you soared higher. – “Y/n!” – Robin screamed as you floated mid-air. Robin started jumping around singing as loud as she could. Screaming the words out as her arms flapped around. She kept singing while praying for you to hear her. The last thing she wanted was to see her friend bend like a straw. 

Robin jumped swaying her arms in an attempt to catch you. She couldn’t reach it clearly, but that didn’t stop her from trying. She stopped jumping, moving her hands to her hair, still singing as she felt it was all in vain. Then all of the sudden woke you up, your body dropping to the ground. – “Y/n!” – Robin called out, catching you. She fell to the ground with you, pulling you close to her. – “Shit…” – she breathed out, sitting behind you. You gasped for air, trembling as you pulled her arm over you. – “I…I…Goddamn it Y/n. I thought I was about to lose you to him.” – Robin expressed angered.

She wrapped her arms tighter around you as you were shivering. – “Jeez Y/n. Don’t scare me like that.” – she said, letting her chin rest on top of your head. – “Sorry…” – you said, teeth clattering from fright. – “Don’t… don’t tell Steve…” – you added. – “What? Steve should definitely know about this!” – Robin answered as you removed yourself from her chest to face her. – “No! No one can know!” – you insisted. – “But Y/n…”

“I said no one! Robin please…”

“Y/n this is important…”

“Please… I don’t want them to know… or worry… I’ll manage.”

Robin shook her head slightly disagreeing. – “Y/n…” – you held your hand up to silence her. – “Robin please… I’ll tell them when it is the right time. Not now… not to Steve.” – you begged, taking her hand. Robin sighed deep, lowering her gaze. – “I promise.” – you threw your arms around her, hoping you could keep it a secret a little longer.

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Officer Presley and the Librarian - Part 6 - Mark Me Up

Content: Big Daddy Elvis, a little angst, lots of fluff, lots of smut, 18+

Thank you to everyone who has let me know they love this story, it encourages me so much to keep going. ❤️ Link to series is at the bottom.

You stared into space as you stood behind the circulation desk, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the desk so you could relieve some of the strain on your back from standing for hours.  Your break time must be coming up soon.  Thirty more minutes, you thought as you looked at the clock.  Hardly anyone had come into the library today, and the time was dragging.  Knowing Elvis was supposed to get home from his tour today was making the seconds crawl even slower.  You still couldn’t believe how quickly he’d taken your heart and claimed it as his own.  After spending every second together those last few days before his tour, two weeks apart had left you feeling so empty.  It was like you had finally found this missing puzzle piece only for someone to rip it away and leave a gaping hole.  It was unsettling, how much you missed him.  Unfortunately, his phone calls had been a bit of an emotional roller coaster and did little to soothe you.  You tried to focus on how you’d get to see him in a few hours, but pieces of the conversations started replaying in your mind.

Night One

“Hello?” you answered the phone breathlessly on the first ring, despite having told yourself you should play it cool.  “Hey, baby, ya miss me yet?” Elvis’ deep voice boomed through the receiver, warming your soul.  “You have no idea how much, Elvis,” you whispered.  So much for playing it cool.  “Oh honey, that’s sweet of ya, I miss my widdle baby, too. I’m callin’ ya jus’ like I promised.”  You smiled at how he sounded proud of himself for remembering.  “Thank you, baby.  It means a lot to me.  I know you must be busy and tired,” you said.  “I am, honey, but I needed ta hear your sweet voice.”

Night Four

“Hello?” you mumbled groggily, looking at the clock.  It was one o’clock in the morning.  “Hi, honey, sorry ta wake ya up, but I wanted ta keep my promise.”  “I think we’re past that, you haven’t called in three days,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.  “Honey, don’t be like that,” Elvis said warningly, and you could sense a hint of irritation in his voice, even in your half-asleep state.  “These shows get done late and I’m exhausted and I’ve been doin’ my best,” he added.  You could hear talking and laughing in the background.  “Too exhausted for a party?” you questioned.  “C’mon now, is this how it’s gonna be?  You naggin’ at me for doin’ my job?”  You reminded yourself that there were VIPs who came to these shows and expected to visit with Elvis afterward.  “No, sorry Elvis, I’m just tired,” you swallowed, trying not to let any tears fall.  Elvis sighed.  “S’okay, baby, I know, me too.  Jus’ get some sleep and I-I-I’ll call ya soon.”  

Night Nine

“Sweetheart, it’s me,” Elvis announced as if you might not recognize his voice.  “I know, silly,” you said quietly.  “Is everything okay?” he asked, seemingly forgetting all about your little argument the other night. You thought about how you’d cried yourself to sleep every night that he didn’t call.  “I guess so,” you whispered.  “Nah, honey, we’ve been through this, you ain’t a good liar,” he said.  “Tell daddy what’s wrong.”  “I’m just worried,” you started off.  “Worried about what dear?” Elvis asked, sounding concerned.  “Worried that you’re forgetting about me.  That you’re getting what you need from other people,” you said anxiously, nervous to hear his response.  “Whadda ya mean, what I need?” he questioned.  You weren’t sure if he was playing dumb or trying to protect you from the truth or just actually confused.  “Are there girls at these parties?  I mean, you told me before that it's hard for you to be alone, and I just keep thinking…” your voice trailed off, unable to say out loud what you keep thinking.  “Yeah, there’s always some girls around and fans wantin’ hugs and kisses, but I’ve said before they ain’t you.  I ain’t thinkin’ ��bout nobody else but you, sweetheart.”  You sighed a little bit at the way he could be so sweet and comforting but also vague at the same time.  “But-” you started, and Elvis cut you off right away, as if he could sense what you were about to say.  “Honey, lemme make it clear to ya.  The things we do together, that’s jus’ for me and you.  I ain’t doin’ that with nobody else.  Ya need to stop lettin’ that mind wander off where it shouldn’t be goin.” Tears welled in your eyes at the relief of hearing that.  “I’ll try, baby,” you said.  “It’s just really hard.  I wish I could be there with you.  I wish I could see you perform,” you added.  “I wish you could too, baby.  I don’ like hearin’ ya all sad like this. Next time you’re comin’ with me, job or no job,” he said firmly.  “And I’ll be singin’ all the songs jus for you.  Especially the one about my little horn dog.  I mean hound dog,” he joked.  You giggled at that, feeling a bit better that he wanted you with him so much.

Night Thirteen

“Oooh, baby, I’m glad ta hear your voice,” Elvis said.  “I’m so exhausted, and I can’t wait ta see ya day after tomorruh.”  “I can’t wait either,” you said.  “So are ya feelin’ better from our conversation last night?” he asked.  You didn’t dare mention that it had been several days since that conversation, not wanting to ruin the mood again.  “I am feeling a little better, but I just miss you.  Sooo much.  Every part of you,” you lowered your voice seductively.  Elvis perked up at hearing that.  “Mmm tell me what ya miss about me, lil’ girl,” he drawled.  “I miss you touching me with those big strong hands,” you whispered.  “Yeah?”  Elvis breathed out.  “What else ya miss?”  “I miss you kissing me, putting your tongue on me and um, in me,” you said, starting to feel a little shy at saying these things out loud.  “Ohh, goddamn baby,” Elvis groaned.  “I miss that too.  What about Little Elvis?  Ya miss him?”  “Of course,” you responded.  “I alway miss him, I want him to fill me up, I feel empty without him,” you moaned a little, feeling your pussy throbbing at the thought of him.  “He misses you too.  He’s here with me right now, and he says my calloused hand just don’t feel as good as your warm wet mouth around him.”  

You were startled out of your thoughts by the realization that someone was leaning onto the counter across from you.  “‘Scuse me, miss, but can you help me find some books?” he said with a big grin.  “Elvis!  You’re back early!” you exclaimed excitedly, looking him up and down, taking in how handsome he looked in his dark suit with a red and gold design on the shoulders.  “I was just thinking about you,” you said, leaning in to give him a big kiss.  “I know what you were thinkin’ ‘bout, my naughty girl, I can see it all over your face,” he whispered in your ear.  You blushed at the way he could read you so easily.  “Now ya gonna get over here and give me a proper welcome after I rushed right here ta see my baby?” he asked with a smirk.  You poked your head in the back office and said, “Peggy, I’m going on my break, can you cover the desk?”  Then you made your way around the counter and gave Elvis a tight hug, inhaling his scent and savoring the way his soft belly pressed against you.

“Mmm, baby, ya tryin’ to suffocate me?” Elvis asked with a laugh.  “No, I just never want to let go of you,” you whispered, feeling a well of emotion build up as you grabbed Elvis’ hand and pulled him into the break room with you.  “I don’t want ya to either, honey, I missed ya so much.”  Elvis looked into your face and saw the tears starting to brim in your eyes.  “Baby, what’s wrong?  I thought you’d be glad ta see me,” he said, brushing away the tear that started to roll down your cheek.  “I am glad, Elvis, I just missed you,” you whispered.  “And you’ve been worryin’ about us again, haven’t ya?” he asked.  You nodded, wondering how he always knew what you were thinking.  “I didn’t know it would be this hard without you,” you admitted, brushing away a couple more tears. He pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back soothingly.  “Shh, s’okay honey, I’m home now.  You need to stop all this worryin’ and understand what a hold you’ve got on me.  I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he reassured you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.  

You pulled back a little and wiped your eyes.  “I did write you something while you were gone,” you said.  Elvis’ face lit up.  “You wrote something?  For me?  What is it?” he asked eagerly.  “It’s just silly, a poem about how much I missed you,” you blushed.  “That’s not silly, lemme hear it!” he said excitedly.  “I don’t know, it’s not very good,” you said, suddenly feeling very nervous.  “Please, please, lemme hear it!” he said, tickling your sides as you started giggling. “Okay, but don’t laugh,” you warned.  Elvis chuckled as you reached into your bra and pulled out a folded up piece of paper.  “I don’t have any pockets,” you explained as you unfolded the paper and cleared your throat, your hands shaking a little bit.

“Whenever I start to ache and throb,

I wish Little Elvis was here to do his job.

I like to taste his soft sweet skin,

Before I bury him deep within.

I love it when he goes so deep,

I dream about him in my sleep.”

You glanced up from your poem to see Elvis’ mouth hanging open a little bit.  A big smile started to spread across his face, and you could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter.  “You said you wouldn’t laugh!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing bright red.  Elvis couldn’t contain himself any longer.  “I-I-I didn’t know this was g-g-gonna be an o-o-ode to my cock, baby!” he said, barely able to get the words out through his hiccupping laughter.  His laughing made you start to giggle too, and he pulled you in close.  “Baby, I really love it,” he said.  “Ya just took me by surprise.  I might have ta hire ya to write some dirty songs for me,” he chuckled.  “Very funny,” you tried to pout but couldn’t wipe the silly grin off your face.  “M-m-maybe somethin’ like ‘Funny How My Fingers Slip Away Up Into You,’” he said, his voice dropping a little bit as he pushed you up against the door of the breakroom and lifted your skirt up.  “Elvis, not here, what if someone, ohhhh,” you moaned as his fingers slid into the side of your panties and right inside of you.  “Well, hello there,” Elvis sang as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.  “My, it’s been a long, long time.”  “It’s been too long,” you whispered.  “I needed you.”  You pulled him in for a kiss and slipped your tongue into his mouth as he rubbed your clit with his finger tip.  “Mmm,” you moaned softly into his mouth.  “Shh baby, gotta stay quiet, I don’t wanna get ya in trouble,” he said with a mischievous raise of his eyebrow.  He reached his other hand down the front of your blouse and fondled your breast as he continued stimulating you down below.  “Ohh,” you moaned as quietly as possible as you grabbed tightly at his oversized collar.  You could feel yourself about to explode.  “Mmm, that’s it baby, cum for daddy,” he gently talked you through your orgasm as your thighs quivered around his hand.  You let out a soft sigh as he pulled his hand out of your panties and licked his fingers.  “Even sweeter than I remember,” he grinned at you as you swatted him playfully.  “That’s no fair, I want to taste you, too,” you said, reaching for his package that you could tell was semi-hard.  “Mm-mm, not yet, baby.  I need to make sure he’s ready for what I have planned later,” he said with a wink.  “B’sides, we need ta get back ta work.”  “We?” you asked, confused, as you straightened your skirt and followed him out of the break room, wondering what he had planned.

As the two of you approached the circulation desk, Peggy’s jaw just about hit the floor.  “You’re, you’re…” she stumbled around, trying to find the right words.  Elvis took pity on her and extended his hand, the one that he had licked your juices off of not two minutes ago.  You could feel your face burning up.  “I’m Elvis Presley,” he announced to her.  Lucky for her, she was still too stunned to reach out and shake his hand.  He smiled and continued on.  “We’re done with our break, so we can take over again here.”  Peggy turned to you and hissed, “You didn’t tell me the new guy you were all gaga over was Elvis Presley!”  Elvis smirked as he pretended not to hear this.  You noticed Peggy’s eyes had lowered to your blouse and you glanced down to see that one of your buttons had come undone while Elvis had his hand in there.  You blushed and quickly fastened the button, shooting Peggy a look that said you’d explain all this later. You led Elvis back behind the desk as Peggy stumbled back to her office, still in a state of shock.  

“You gonna show me what to do back here, baby?”  Elvis asked, leaning in close to you.  “Well, when someone brings up a book to check out, we write their name here, and then we stamp the card inside the book with this date stamp.”  You showed him the ink pad and stamp, and his face lit up like a little boy, his mouth curving into his trademark crooked grin.  “How do I change the date?” he asked excitedly.  “We don’t need to change the date, it’s already set right,” you explained.  You saw the little pout on his face and showed him how the dials on the stamp moved.  He turned away from you a little bit as he fiddled with the stamp.  After he was satisfied, he pressed it onto the pad and then stamped you right on your arm as you jumped back in surprise.  “Now ya belong to me, I put my birthdate right on ya,” he said with a smile.  “I thought I already belonged to you,” you said with a wink that made him blush a little bit.  You loved seeing his little moments of vulnerability.  You changed one of the stamps to your birthday and pressed it right on his forehead.  “Hey!” he laughed.  “You’re gonna make me look crazy.”  “I had to make sure you belong to me too,” you smiled.  

As the two of you were joking around like a couple of teenagers, a lady who was probably in her 60s came up to the counter with a stack of books.  “Hello, ma’am,” Elvis said with a big grin.  “How can we help ya today?”  You rolled your eyes a little at his eagerness to help.  “Aren’t you a nice young man!” she smiled broadly at him, and you could see in his expression that he was delighted to be called a young man.  “I just need to check these books out.  Y’know, you look familiar,” she said as Elvis started stamping the books.  “Oh, I get that all the time,” he said.  “Just one of those faces, I guess.”  “Hmm,” she said, looking like she was still trying to place him.  “Well, have a nice day, sonny,” she said as she headed out, completely ignoring you.  “I think I might have some competition,” you said as she walked away with her books.  “Baby, I’ve told ya, ain’t no one could compete with ya.”  Elvis gave your butt a little squeeze as he wrapped you in a hug.  You were grateful the library was so empty today so no one could see you acting like a lovestruck fool at work.  

After a nice dinner with some of the guys and their wives at Graceland, where they regaled you with stories from the tour, Elvis led you up to the bedroom.  He seemed to have something serious on his mind.  “Honey, I-I-I w-wanted to talk to ya ‘bout somethin’,” Elvis said lowly, his stutter betraying his nerves about the conversation.  “What is it, Elvis?”  You could feel it coming.  You’d been having so much fun that you let your guard down and really fell hard.  Here’s where he would pull the rug out from under you and tell you that you weren’t good enough or special enough for him.  He could have any woman in the world, why would he want you? Those nagging thoughts came back into your head.  Elvis could see the worry etched all over your face.  “Hold on now, baby,” he pulled you in close.  “I can see I need to stop those wheels in your head from turnin’.  It’s nothin’ bad, it’s nothin’ bad, I promise,” he soothed you, pulling you in close to his chest.  You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in and nodded.  “What is it then?”  “Well, see, I-I know you said you don’t wanna get pregnant, but I-I-I wanna really make love to ya right.  I wanna take care of ya, finish inside of ya, make ya feel so good,” he murmured, letting his long fingers run through your hair.  You looked up in surprise.  “But what if I, I mean what if we, um…” you stumbled your way through the sentence.  “We can figure that out if it happens, honey.  I mean, I wouldn’t really mind, I always wanted more kids, but maybe you don’t wanna have a baby with me?”  he asked quietly.  You could feel his breath hitch as he waited for your response.  “Oh, Elvis, it’s not that I don’t want a baby with you.  This is just all so fast.  Are you sure that’s what you would want?  I don’t want you to feel trapped with me.”  “Trapped?  Baby, I-I-I can’t even get enough of ya.  I want ya with me all the time.”  He stared into your eyes, begging you to understand what he was saying.  “I’m gettin’ old, honey.  I didn’t think I’d find love like this again that would make me wanna settle down and try at a family all over again.”  “You’re not old, Elvis,” you interjected, rubbing your hand against his warm chest.  Elvis chuckled, “You’re always so sweet ta me baby.  What I’m sayin’ is that I don’t wanna wait any longer to be happy.  You make me happy.  I love ya and I wanna be with ya always.”  You froze in place as his words hit you.  “You-you love me?” you whispered.  “Of course I do, sweetheart, can’t ya tell?”  “I love you too, Elvis,” you took his face in your hands and leaned up to kiss his soft sweet lips.  

“So can I do it baby?  Can I make love to ya how I want to?  Mark you as mine?” he whispered into your lips.  “Didn’t you already do that with the stamps today?” you teased holding up your arm.  Elvis chuckled, “That was jus’ the start honey.  I need to mark every part of you as mine.  He slid his hand up your skirt and stroked the inside of your thigh.  I want to mark you up like my favorite books.  You’ve seen what I do to those, baby.  I need to leave my notes in your margins,” his fingers slipped inside of your panties and gently brushed over your clit, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.  His long index finger slid inside of you, bending a little bit to find that sweet spot.  “I need to mark you up so that anyone who looks at ya knows for sure that you belong to me, that you were made for me,” his finger hit that spot that drove you wild.  “Oh, Elvis, baby, mark me up,” you moaned.  Elvis leaned in and bit down softly on your bottom lip as your pussy clenched around his finger, aching for more of him.  

“C’mere baby,” he whispered, leaning into you and pushing you gently back against the pillows.  He slowly unbuttoned your striped blouse as you laid your head back and stared up at his beautiful face, taking in the slope of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones, the way his eyelashes fluttered as he looked at you in awe.  He pushed your blouse off of your shoulders and reached around you to unhook your lacy bra.  Elvis smiled down at you as he noticed the way your nipples perked up the second the cool air of his room hit them.  He gave one a gentle tug between his fingers and leaned in to give it a lick with his warm tongue before lifting your hips a little bit so he could slide your skirt off, leaving you in just your panties, which were already soaked from how turned on you felt.  He stood up and started removing his own clothes as you watched with your heart racing in your chest.  You couldn’t help but smile as he tossed his shirt to the floor and unzipped his pants, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing Little Elvis to you, who was starting to rise to the occasion.  

He smiled a little bashfully as he asked, “What’chu thinkin’ ‘bout right now, mama?”  “You really wanna know?” you said with a smile.  “I really wanna know, baby.  I always wanna know every part of you.”  “Well,” you started, “I’m thinking how lucky I am to have you.  How special you are, how sweet you are to me, how whenever I see you I don’t want to take my eyes off of you for a second, for fear that you’ll disappear like a dream.  Because you are a dream come true to me, baby,” you finished in a whisper, pulling him in close to you as he climbed back up onto the bed.  “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how good that makes me feel.  But I ain’t gonna disappear.  This is real,” he stroked your cheek gently with his thumb before leaning back and slowly pulling your panties down your legs.  He tossed them aside and spread your legs open with his large, strong hands.  “Goddamn honey you are so perfect, so perfect for me,” he swiped his fingers through your wet folds.  “I need to be inside ya, need to make love to ya so badly.”  “Mmm, daddy, I want that too,” you cooed to him as he hovered over you, lining his cock up with your entrance.  He thrusted up into you and you immediately moaned out his name as your body stretched to accommodate his thickness and length.  You wrapped your legs around him as his hips snapped slowly and rhythmically, thrusting into you repeatedly.  He was taking his time with you, and the pleasure was almost unbearable.  You reached up and brushed his sweaty dark locks off of his forehead as he stared directly into your eyes, into your very soul.  You’d never felt so connected to someone before.  He really was claiming every part of you as his own.  Elvis leaned his face down closer to yours and pressed his lips against your own, prodding into your mouth with his tongue, moaning into you with each thrust.  “I l-love ya so much, sweetheart,” Elvis’ words filled you with joy while he was filling you with the full length of his manhood.  You felt so overwhelmed physically and emotionally, a single tear rolled down your cheek as he continued his slow rhythmic attack on your pussy.  “Y-y-you okay, honey?” he whispered, kissing the tear off of your face.  “Yes, daddy, you just feel so good on top of me, inside of me, all over me,” you ran your fingers lightly over his back as you pulled him in even deeper.  “Mmm, honey, I’m not gonna last too much longer.  I-I’m gonna bring ya over the edge with me.”  Elvis reached down where your bodies were connected as one and rubbed his thumb over your clit.  Your legs started shaking uncontrollably as you heard yourself moaning his name out over and over again.  This level of pleasure was something you’d never experienced before.  As your orgasm burst through you in intense waves, you could feel Little Elvis pulsing inside of you.  Your pussy clenched around him, his seed filling you to the brim, spilling out of you.  “Oh, baby, goddamn, that feels so good,” Elvis moaned out in pleasure.  After the two of you had stilled your movements, you just lay there basking in the afterglow of such intense intimacy.  Elvis did not pull out of you but just laid his body down gently on top of yours, the weight of him like a security blanket protecting you.  You could feel him softening now inside of you as he gave you a gentle kiss and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.  “Baby, I’m so happy you’re mine,” he whispered to you.  “In all ways, you’re mine forever.”

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Suchwita, Ep. 12

SPOILER ALERT! If you don't want to know what we learn in this episode yet because you want to watch it yourself, scroll past, don't read.

June 10, Episode 12 of Suchwita ... as it turns out, we learn that Jin was the second-ever guest of Suchwita after Namjoon, and this was filmed Friday, Dec. 9, four days before Jin enlisted.

And here we go, not 45 seconds into it and I'm teary-eyed. WTF? I miss Jin.

Is it just me? Am I that big of a crybaby? I don't know why Jin makes me so emotional. I am so happy though that my BTS journey has allowed me to get to know him better and deepen my feelings for him because it sure wasn't that way in the beginning.

And I KNEW IT! Jin is making his own alcohol with Chef Baek's assistance and will have some ready when he's discharged from the military. I wondered about that back on Nov. 12 when I talked about "Drunk Truth with Jin".

SPOILER: After chatting a bit a surprise guest sneaks in.

And here it starts with Jungkook:

The three oldest chatted about getting nervous before performing while doing their solo projects and they mentioned how Jungkook did really great at the World Cup Opening Ceremony by himself (without the members). They are still very proud of their annoying little brother.

A topic they brought up was their award acceptance speech during the 2018 MAMA when Jin famously said they had considered disbanding... a lot of discourse has occurred because of this moment in Bangtan history...

The real reason they even considered it: they were exhausted. After working nonstop with only 1.5 days off each month for three months straight, they were ready to give it up. The were told they had to work that way to make it... and they knew the company was right. Nothing good comes easy. When you are in the thick of it, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The reward. But they never lost sight of it, even when it became a pinprick.

The timeframe was much earlier in the year and so by the time this particular award show came up, their difficult time had passed and they had made the decision to keep going. This is what is so special about BTS, they are as transparent as they can be. Hobi said even through 2018 they had thought of themselves as the underdogs.

But they realized it took grit and determination to be the best they could be. They went on to talk about how they are all driven whenever they are doing something they feel good about and used the Run BTS choreo as an example. Yoongi said even if they had individual schedules they all showed up an hour early to rehearsals without being prompted to do so, it was just a thing they were all compelled to do. And Jin said, "isn't that a given?" where Yoongi replied, "it is, for us."

And that's the key. They believed in each other and in themselves. And Bang PD believed in them from the beginning and let them have at it to see how high they could go. They are still going and the heights reached so far were unimaginable at one time.

They have confidence and pride and belief in each other.

I absolutely loved this episode with the three of them giving us some personal insight into their dynamic. They spoke some about their different personalities and what they think they'd be doing if they didn't become BTS. Jin considers himself an "outsider" personality (someone who doesn't feel he fits in with anyone). He also does not consider himself a self-starter but will work really hard when told what to do (sounds much like JK). Jin said Hobi is the total opposite, and would easily find something to do. Hobi says he'd be doing something involving dance, and Yoongi said he'd be a songwriter.

And the way Yoongi described them as a group who didn't even know how to sing when they formed. Two amateur rappers, a street dancer, a theater major, a 15-year old middle-schooler, a good looking high-schooler and a modern dance major. He said it made no sense but they overcame all of that with ten years of hard work... "its just insane."

They talked about how they trained like pro athletes to learn how to breathe and sing while dancing the difficult choreography.

We got a major spoiler on this episode: Hobi will also appear in his own Suchwita episode and it will drop during the summer.

A type "J" guy?? June? July? Soon! Maybe the next episode! I am looking forward to more candid talk between Yoongi and Hobi. Maybe someone else will drop in unexpectedly.

They talk about their old dorms/living spaces. You know, I had heard that Yoongi was into renovating/remodeling and he mentions that he did this to their dorms. He said he had bidets installed in all three bathrooms. That is a really fascinating TMI don't you think?

The Suchwita editors sense of humor...

Jin says if he had to live with someone again it wouldn't be his brother, mom or dad, or Jungkook(?) or any other member, but he'd live with Yoongi again. AWWWWWW. These pictures made me tear up:

They started talking about Jin's enlistment and impending head-shaving. Then we get this pic with Jungkookie (he has been showing up a lot in this episode):

This supposedly happened on Sunday and his enlistment ceremony was on Tuesday. I thought JK and Yoongi were wearing the exact same outfits from Sunday as they were on Tuesday but JK was wearing black pants on Tuesday.

For Jin's "Time Machine" question answer he said he'd like to see the future in 2050 if they were still the same with each other and whether they'd still be living close together. And then Yoongi says this:

And Jin says "if we'd be sitting here talking (as a group) for 2 hours and then look over at Jungkook and ask him what his thoughts were, he'd say "What? What are you talking about?"

hahahahahaha omg LEAVE KOOKIE-POOKIE ALONE! do they know him through and through or what???? hahahahaha!

Yoongi said Jungkook will still be like that when he's 60 and that he hopes he never changes, and they both said they hope none of the members change when they grow older. AWWWWWW!!

Jin said his dream is to always be happy and that the key to happiness is doing what you love doing. At one time Jin had said doing music and performing with these amazing guys for a long time was his dream. Jin is just living the dream. I just know he is everyone's favorite person in his unit and on his base.

This episode of Suchwita was a really sweet, emotional one. Yoongi has been a major endorser for Bangtan forever and every time I see them reinforce their bond I get more excited for their future and what sort of music they will create. They understand each other professionally and personally and love each other unconditionally and its just a very rare thing to witness in such a harsh industry.

[welcometojackass2022]

M (the boy) and I got dinner again yesterday and it was LOVELY so here’s an update now that it seems he may actually have feelings for me and is just incredibly scared because he’s never had a relationship before and might be scared of ruining our friendship:

Okay so first off, he doesn’t wanna risk making me go somewhere I don’t like so even when I tell him to pick he’ll still say three or four places and make me pick the one we actually go to. This time I picked a restaurant on our campus and we went there around 7:30! There was a big crowd and he was all nervous so we ordered online, got a table, I grabbed our food for both of us and then when we were filling our drinks and getting ketchup he clung to me like a kid clinging to his mom LMAO. He looked so lost when I went back to our table before he’d grabbed his ketchup. Anyway we sat at the table and talked until 10ish and it was a VERY good time. The energy felt different than usual, like we were closer and more intimate than before and neither of us felt the need to tone ourselves down. One thing about him that really came out yesterday is how unbelievably protective and worried he can get. I mentioned I have a tendency to get dizzy easily and have been exhausted a lot lately and he got concerned and googled anemia symptoms. Turns out I have all but 2 of the main symptoms. At that point he basically BEGGED me to start taking iron supplements and when I made a joke about not wanting to spend money he very sincerely said he’d happily pay for them himself if they’d make me feel better. (I ended up getting them today and he was happy I did!) he was also concerned cuz I’ve lost a lot of weight recently, and because I threw up Saturday morning from nausea due to not eating much the previous days.

He also gets worried for me in emotional ways. I was talking about an ex-friend of mine who’s a guy. M already dislikes this guy cuz he knows he treated me pretty bad and yesterday he really went in on him, saying nothing would ever make him like that guy in the slightest because of how disgusted he is about how he treated me and said how much of a piece of shit that guy is for trying to project a certain image onto me and for lovebombing me and then getting pissed when I just wanted to be friends. It was nice to hear. M’s the only guy who’s never objectified me or made me uncomfortable or insulted me/was mean to me as a “joke”. We discussed childhood hospital visits, us wanting to potentially go on a trip together some time, and how we both want to marry someone who has goals in life and actually wants to do something meaningful. He also complimented my writing skills cuz he knows I want to pursue writing as a career.

Interestingly enough, yesterday was also the first time I’ve ever heard him make dirty jokes! I had mentioned that me and one of my friends love dirty jokes, and after I said that he made a few. One about getting his cherry popped (not literally, he’s more of a Virgin than I am and that’s saying something), one about people who like to be choked, and at one point he said “pussy” which shocked me cuz he won’t even say boobs, he says breasts. It was hilarious, and it was nice to see him be less serious with me than he is with most. I also mentioned that I “test” men to see if they have bad tempers or not, and he asked if I’d ever tested him and sincerely wanted to know if he’d ever done anything to make me worried he had a temper. I told him no, he’s never done anything to worry me (he hasn’t), and he seemed relieved. He also said he’s never been annoyed or frustrated with me, so that’s good. He has a strangely protective vibe, like he wants to take care of me and keep me safe. I like it.

Anyway, after we left the restaurant around 10pm, we walked back towards my building. He knows I love looking at posters around campus, so he purposefully took me on a path with plenty of posters and stopped to look at them with me. Any time I’d stop to look at bugs or pick up a piece of trash, he’d immediately notice I wasn’t walking with him, turn to look for me, and then patiently watch me do whatever I was doing. Then he’d gently ask “all ready?” And I’d nod and walk back over to him and we’d keep walking. Usually we talk in front of his building, but mine was closer, so we stopped and talked there. We had a really funny conversation about tarot cards and zodiac signs where he made a couple of subtle jokes about tarot cards predicting that the two of us would be together or that he had appeared in my dreams (he actually has). We looked at bugs again and talked about whether we want to have our own rooms as married adults or not. At 10:40 he reminded me that I’d mentioned earlier that I had a paper I still needed to turn in by 11:59 (I’d totally forgotten), and then reminded me to take my medicine when I went back to my room. We hugged (super nice hug, I had on a tank top so there was a lot of skin to skin contact and I think the poor guy was a little hard. Plus I could feel his cheek pressed against my shoulder. Also this was in public so people could see us hugging for ten seconds straight lol), said goodnight, and that was that. Very sweet night. Felt good.

[moonstruck-writing]

Title: Soaring Pairing: Artem Wing x Rosa | Tears of Themis Rating: T C/Ws: Pre-relationship, canon-compliant, fluff, teasing, slight dom/sub undertones (Dom!Rosa&Sub!Artem) Requested by anon: Hello! This will be my first time reading your work, so if it’s alright, may I request Artem x Dom!Rosa for the prompt “putting your hand on your S/O’s thigh to see their reaction”? But it’s Rosa touching Artem’s thigh during a meeting or something hehe. (He must be so red 😆)Feel free to ignore! Thank you :) Word count: 2k A/N: first of all, I am sorry for taking so long to complete this request!! I was really happy to receive it, and then life happened :/ I hope it can still reach you somehow and that you enjoy it, anon <3 I did it pre-relationship, because I think it suits this prompt more (and they weren’t in a relationship in the Global server yet when you requested this).

It was a cold and quiet evening at the NXX headquarters. The artificial lights felt slightly brighter than usual, now that the days were beginning to be shorter.

“Here, drink it while it’s still hot.” The fog emanating from the hot beverage preceded Artem’s figure. Rosa took the mug from him, and he sat down next to her on the sofa.

They both allowed the warmth to spread from their palms to their bodies. They were taking a break from going over a recent case the NXX had uncovered. Artem had been the first to know, so he and Rosa were doing the initial contact and preliminary investigation. The small coffee table was completely covered with a laptop, a tablet, their phones, and the information that Artem had printed at Themis before they left the office and came here.

There was no space to put the mugs on without putting everything in danger. So they both blew on the contents of their respective mugs, sipping carefully to not burn their tongues.

“I can’t believe you don’t need to drink coffee,” Rosa said looking over at Artem.

“You’re not drinking coffee either.”

“Yeah, but I’m drinking tea!” Rosa looked down at her mug as if to prove her point. “How can you still have so much energy after a long day?”

Artem wanted to say that wasn’t true, but he simply chuckled lightly. Yes, he had built on his stamina over the years, and his capacity to spend long periods of time focused on cases was better than when he had started working at Themis. However, that wasn’t the reason he didn’t need to drink coffee in situations like that.

The reason was her.

Being alone, without any of the other members of the NXX wasn’t something so uncommon, but Artem still wasn’t used to it. Being with her here was so much different than being in the office. The atmosphere was more intimate, and that made him nervous, shooting incredible amounts of adrenaline into his blood. Honestly, the number of hormones his body produced whenever he was around Rosa was enough to supply an entire coffee factory, so of course he didn’t need to drink coffee.

But that was something he wasn’t going to tell her. He didn’t think he was good enough at concealing his emotions so that Rosa would be surprised when she heard the truth, but he still had his pride. And it wasn’t like he meant to conceal what he felt. He simply wished to impress her.

“How have you been sleeping lately?”

Rosa made a surprised sound while she sipped on the tea. He didn’t mean to ask something so personal and… motherly? But he had few ideas about what topics to bring up to get to know her more.

“I don’t want to answer that,” she replied smiling. “The exhaustion seems to find me all the time except when I’m about to sleep.” She sounded nonchalant, almost as if she was saying the opposite of what came out of her mouth. Artem couldn’t help worrying.

“There are relaxing teas you can try before going to bed.” He looked at her attentively.

“Oh, believe me, if I was more relaxed, I’d be falling asleep right now.” Rosa joked, slipping down on the sofa now that her mug was only half full. “Not that you’re boring or anything like that though!” She quickly rushed to explain. “But I’m so comfortable with you, and we’re sitting down on a sofa, and I had so many deadlines this week…”

Artem looked warmly over her, laughing softly. He wanted to tuck the stray hairs that were falling over her eyes and cheeks, but he wasn’t sure about breaking the distance.

“And now I’ve dragged you here,” Artem said, half-jokingly, half-worried. He reprimanded himself internally for not noticing her struggles sooner. It seemed that as much as he paid attention to her, he still had a long way to go.

“And I thank you for that,” she replied with conviction in her eyes. The sudden change in her features to a more serious gesture caught Artem off guard, and he looked away, pretending to have remembered the table full of papers.

He tried focusing on something, anything but the speed at which his heart was beating and the warmth that wasn’t being caused by the hot chocolate but by the fresh image of Rosa’s look on his mind. However, it didn’t work. He didn’t understand why any change in her behaviour that he didn’t expect was able to throw him off in such a way, and he wanted to get over this as fast as possible. But that wasn’t fast enough.

Rosa stared at him, wondering what was so interesting that had him suddenly lost in thought. She felt a tinge of jealousy covering her curiosity, and it annoyed her. It annoyed her that she didn’t know what or who was in Artem’s mind even when he was next to her. So she had to act.

With a new resolution distracting her from the tiredness, she sat up straight on the sofa and finished the contents of her mug. Then, without warning, she leaned over Artem with the excuse of peering at his mug.

“You’re almost done, want me to bring our mugs to the kitchenette?” Her face was really close to his when she raised her head from the mug. Artem started and froze in place for a couple of seconds. Then, when his brain began working again, he nodded.

Satisfied, Rosa backed down enough to let Artem finish his drink. Once Rosa got up and walked away, he inadvertently touched his face. Once he felt the heat from his cheeks, sighed. He was older than Rosa and more experienced in Law, but in moments like that, he felt she was the more mature one out of them.

He couldn’t help but wonder if his suspicions were true – if she had had other experiences that he didn’t – and he immediately regretted it. There was nothing he could do, and there was no way he was going to ask her. At least, not now. Maybe in the future.

When Rosa came back, they agreed to resume their investigation. That put Artem in a better mind space, but it didn’t last long.

As he was using his tablet to try and collect leads and important pieces of information they might have missed, Rosa started part two of her plan to be present in Artem’s mind.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy work-mode Artem. She admired him and even aspired to be more like him, she had a lot to learn, but right now she didn’t want someone who inspired her from a podium, she wanted someone who was there with her, who noticed her. And she needed more than to be noticed as a coworker, a partner in crime – or in justice, rather. She wanted to be noticed as another human being, all flesh and bone and blood and feeling. Not information, but feeling.

But as Artem noted down things as he scrolled over documents on his tablet, Rosa felt he was far away from her, in the land of reason and Law. And she was going to take him back from there. (She would always have time to review her actions later and regret it or not).

She uncrossed her legs and sat closer to the edge of the sofa, where Artem seemed to be perched, ready to take flight would he need to. But Rosa was going to jump and soar before him. As she put back in order the printed documents she had been reviewing – she was still a professional even with not-so-professional intentions – she used that chance to peer into the tablet and scan the screen in search of any relevant words. And when she found them, she almost forgot what her ulterior motive was.

“Crimson Biotech,” she muttered, half-whisper, half-surprised shout.

Before Artem could turn to look at her or even smile at her reaction – for as much as he was able to focus on work, he was never so engrossed that he couldn’t perceive the outside world – she had already moved. It was only a second, her hand on his leg as she moved closer to take a better look at the screen.

It was only a small contact, a small portion of their bodies connected, and it was a natural reaction. Both of them were thinking that, but their hearts were far away from feeling only that.

Artem almost forgot to breathe as his heart started beating so fast it threatened to take all the space that belong to his lungs. Such rapid circulation of the blood in his body couldn’t have any other consequence than making him red. It took Rosa a couple of seconds to notice the furious blush spreading over his entire face, and it made her want to take away that hand by reflex, but she forced herself not to.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Artem blushing in her presence, but it was the first time she saw so much of his skin turn red. She hadn’t thought anything she did could have so much power over him, but she loved it. It had taken so little, and yet… it made her feel special and seen and felt. Like his skin had turned to crystal and she could peek inside his brain to see that she was there. She existed.

Artem felt frozen in place, like her hand was a spell and he had nothing to protect himself against. He didn’t dare to say anything, didn’t dare to look at her, didn’t dare to move. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable – she had gone into his space, had penetrated the barrier that always seemed to separate him from everyone. But he didn’t want her to take that hand away. That would mean she was backing away. Instead, he wanted her to stay. Wanted her to keep moving forward, wanted her heart to mirror his.

It was that desire that finally triggered him into action, and he dared to look at her. But his lips remained sealed, for he wasn’t sure his voice wouldn’t tremble if he spoke to her. There was only his intense gaze meeting hers, and she felt her heart flutter. Her hand felt so hot, she wasn’t sure if it was her or Artem’s body temperature that was rising. The answer was both, but she couldn’t know. All she could worry about was the fact that if she sweated, it could leave a mark on Artem’s suit trousers.

“Do we have another lead connecting to Crimson?” She asked, looking away from him, backing away into known territory.

And for the first time, Artem didn’t hear a question. He knew she had spoken, that some words had left her mouth, and that it was probably important, that she wanted an answer. But his brain was filled with her: her beautiful eyes that were looking curiously at something, her hair that glowed brightly under the artificial light, her scent, gentle but incredibly captivating, and her warmth – that hand that still hadn’t left his thigh. And it was too much, and Artem couldn’t think, Artem was only a bubble on the verge of bursting.

When everything had ended, and he was turning off the lights before he sent Rosa off, Artem couldn’t remember how they had finished their work. He was only vaguely conscious that at some point, Rosa had raised her hand from his thigh and in the process had accidentally touched the side of his torso.

Even if his whole body seemed to be vibrating, so alive as it felt, he could feel the distinct places where Rosa had touched him.

That was the first time Artem thought he had driven carelessly. He hadn’t dared to look too much in the side mirror next to her, for fear their eyes would lock in the process. But when Rosa closed the car door and bent down to smile at him from the window, he felt it had all been worth it.

It was okay. He could drive less than perfectly and he could survive being bright red. Not only that, but Rosa had touched him, and hadn’t backed away after his reaction. He wasn’t sure what it all meant. The only thing he knew was that he didn’t need to keep reading and highlighting Introduction to the Psychology of Love.

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A/N: It’s been so long since I last played Tears of Themis T-T I hope this felt natural!

I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are appreciated <3

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[peachsayshi]

{minors & ageless blogs dni}

🍑 on writing smut..

1 - writing smut is an exploration not a reflection of who you are and it’s great way to delve into your sexuality/kinks in a safe manner. your writing should turn you on, just as much as your audience 😌 so, don’t force yourself to write about things that you don’t like - even if you think it might generate more notes and give you more interactions. 

2 - if you’re stuck while writing a piece try focusing on the five senses - sight, smell, touch, sound, and taste. ask yourself some questions to help build the scene > ex: are the characters looking into each others eyes or a specific body part? what kind of cologne/perfume do they smell on their partners? are they warm to the touch? can they feel the goosebumps on their partner’s skin? are they vocal or quiet? did their breathing change? can they taste strawberry lip gloss or a lingering cigarette with just a kiss? etc.

3 - don’t get intimidated by inexperience (& I am using this description a little loosely, but it applies however you may take it). you can always draw inspiration from videos, gifs, audio clips, and reading other works + researching certain subjects/kinks is also super helpful!

4 - respect your boundaries/space as a writer - you don’t have to explain your reasoning for why you want to write about a certain kink or sexual act. in turn, the best way you can respect the boundaries of a reader is by tagging fics appropriately!

5 -not all smut has to include some type of penetration. you can deliver an equally steamy piece by merely focusing on foreplay.

6 - body parts are what they are & there is no reason to complicate what to call them in a fic lol keep it simple

7 - if you’re still insecure about writing a long and drawn out sex scene, try focusing on building the tension leading up to the moment! the few steamy paragraphs you end up writing will always hit different if you have some good tension 🫠

8 - don’t forget that every act is intimate - no matter how fluffy or dirty you write your smut piece and a good way to relay that is by describing the characters emotion in the moment - think about their inner thoughts towards their partner: what are they thinking? how are they feeling? are they happy, nervous, stupidly horny or angry? this is also a good way to enhance the smut without actually writing anything super descriptive regarding actions.

9 - note reactions; lashes fluttering, back arching, jaw twitching, lip biting, legs shaking…point out the responses to every touch, kiss, thrust…

10 - finally, you don’t have to force yourself to consistently write smutty pieces. It does get exhausting/boring writing about it all the time, and that’s okay! if you still want to write about intimacy but not focus on actual sex try thinking about other things like aftercare, domestic moments, or love confessions.

> I feel like you can never have too many writing tips, and wanted to share these because I think it’s interesting that I write smut quite often for this blog. I used to run a blog for another fandom before this account and I was very insecure about writing smut! I definitely feel like I’ve grown over time, and I’m always learning from other amazing writers and creators! I just wanted to give my two cents on things that have helped me 🧡

[randomtacoscry]

WIP Wednesday

SPOILERS!!!

So I wasn't really planning on posting any of my WIP this week, but I decided last minute that I'd do it anyways. Also, I know it's probably not Wednesday for a lot of you but it still is for me! So, this one isn't great- but it is a predecessor to one of my other WIPs (one of my previous ones actually continues off this one so you can read that too if you want) so I thought it'd be a fun one to post. Please keep in mind that this is a work in progress and that this will definitely be re-written to sound a bit better. Before reading, just wanted to let you know that there may be some SPOILERS to the final fic. If you want to read this and avoid the spoilers, DO NOT READ the crossed out words as they give away a somewhat main plot point.

Anyways, thanks for reading! (And, even if you do read this, you'll probably forget about it when the fic actually comes out bc it's far from finished anyways!)

Wallowing in his own self-pity (and maybe some denial) wasn’t Pete’s ideal way to spend his evening, but he didn’t have the energy to do much else. His eyes flutter between open and closed before he hears the ringing of the doorbell at the front door and he begrudgingly gets up to answer it. A sharp two knocks hit the door before Pete swings it open, revealing a familiar face.

Tom looks tired. He’s breathing deeply and the lines around his eyes have become more prominent than Pete remembers. They stare at each other for a minute before Pete steps slightly to the side, allowing a space for Tom to walk into the house. He makes his way into the living room quickly before beginning to tap his foot slightly and Pete can tell he’s deep in thought.

“Am I making a huge mistake?” Pete can hear the desperation in his voice. He can tell Tom is exhausted and he knows exactly what the man wants him to say. 

“Tom…” 

Tom turns around to walk over to Pete. He stops to stand a safe few feet away and it reminds Pete of a decade ago when the pair would ignore each other for the sheer sake of doing just that. “Am I?” He says breathlessly and Pete hates the way he stares into his eyes. He hates that Tom makes Pete feel every emotion he is feeling because of his ridiculously good ability to maintain eye contact. 

Pete looks away before meeting his eyes again, “I can’t tell you what you want to hear.” Pete can’t be the only one fighting for the two of them, and it seems like he’s the only one who ever has. Tom looks at Pete, his eyes pleading, but doesn’t say anything. His breath is shaky and Pete can’t tell if the other man ran all the way here or is on the verge of a panic attack. Pete can’t bring himself to say any more. He’s just asking himself questions; why is Tom here? Why is he here the night before his wedding? Is he asking Pete to not come? Is he trying to call off the wedding? Is he here to talk to Bradley? Pete is brought out of his mind when Tom begins closing the distance between the two of them. He walks forward so they’re inches apart, and Pete can smell the earthy sandalwood scent of his cologne (a scent Pete’s become familiar with over the last decade and a half). Tom’s eyes are almost begging him to answer the question and Pete knows what he wants to answer with. He wants to tell Tom he’s making the biggest mistake of his life. He wants to tell him to come back and be with him again. Pete feels Tom’s right hand lift to touch his cheek. It’s tentative, and nervous, like Tom is afraid of Pete’s reaction. Pete hates that he leans into it slightly, and Tom holds the left of his jaw in a gentle caress. “Pete…” Pete’s seen Tom cry only a handful of times in his life, but he’s never looked more broken, standing there, tears filling his eyes but never falling. Pete brings his hand up to hold the back of Tom’s; his hand is cold against Pete’s warm palm.