#i finally wrote something

[wrathofthestag]

Summary:  Eric Bittle’s a hopeless romantic! Not exactly a great trait for someone who is perpetually lonely. His only hope at romance is his crush on the mystery man he serves at the While You Were Sleeping Cafe. His crush takes an unexpected turn when he saves him while being mugged and gets mistaken for the man’s fiance. Could this finally be a chance at romance for Bitty? Not if Mystery Man’s brother, Jack, has something to say about it.

A Zimbits AU based on the movie, While You Were Sleeping.

Chapter 1: Mystery Man and Life's Plan is up.

[sevikasenby]

amab sevika, oral fixation, comming together, what more could you ask for? ao3 link

"you just love having something in your mouth don't you, baby?" sevika had her middle and ring finger in your mouth while you laid on your back on the soft sheets of your bed, moaning around her fingers. her knee was pressed in between your thighs, letting you grind against it, but occasionally pulling it away. she knew how much of an oral fixation you had so her simply sitting here with her fingers sliding in and out of your mouth was more than enough to make you come.

"want something better?" you nodded with excitement and hummed around her fingers, knowing what she meant by “something better”

she grinned, pulling her fingers from your mouth, leading you off the bed with a soft "c'mere." and "on your knees."

there was already a pillow on the floor that she presumably put there for you to rest on instead of the hard floor. you did as you were told, dropping to your knees so you were in front of her. as well as in front of the edge of the bed so you were able to rest your head back against it if you needed to.

she basically towered over you, standing only in her boxers, making it easy to see the outline of her hard cock in them along with the growing wet spot on them. the hand on your head pushing you gently towards her was your cue to continue. you leaned in so you could leave soft kisses all the way from the bottom of her cock up to the top of her boxers, feeling the way she twitched against your lips as you reached the happy trail she had, tickling your nose only a little. hooking your fingers into her waistband, you pulled them down just enough to leave a kiss right on her tip that was leaking with precum. because just as much as you loved having her fingers in your mouth, she loved having her fingers in your mouth.

she also loved seeing you on your knees for her. it was one of her favorite sights to be able to see you so submissive to her and to easily see your mouth wrapped around her.

you pulled her boxers the rest of the way down letting her cock free and allowing her to step out of them. just as you were about to touch her, her flesh hand still resting on your head pulled you back gently.

“uh uh. hands stay right here.”

you whined but, of course, did as you were told. she made you keep your hands on her muscular thighs because she knew how much you wanted to touch yourself but she wanted you both to come together.

her mech hand came to lift your chin up, watching you subconsciously open your mouth for her. she smirked as she took the base of her cock and guided it inside your wet, warm mouth.

your hands squeezed her thighs as your eyes rolled back slightly, your shoulders relaxed and your head fell back against the bed.

moaning above you, she got a little over half way into your mouth before she pulled back out, leaving just the tip in your mouth, seeing her cock coated with your spit and her arousal.

sevika started a steady pace. one that still made your head spin like crazy. you moaned softly around her as you felt her start fucking your mouth, not too slow but not too fast.

to your delight, she reached the back of your throat, almost making you gag around her but managing to stop yourself.

sevika looked down at you, eyes filled with lust as she started rocking her hips. “so fucking pretty with your mouth full.”

knowing it wasn’t going to take much, she picked up the pace, fully fucking your mouth. your hands still gripped at her thighs while her flesh hand still rested on top of your head. her mech hand stayed at her side, swaying a bit with her thrusts.

you felt your cunt throb with each thrust of her cock into your mouth, making obscene, wet noises bounce against the walls.

“go on, baby, touch yourself- ah fuck! i’m so close.”

you quickly removed one of your hands from her thighs, dipping down between your own. your pussy drooled all over your fingers as you were finally able to touch yourself, sliding your fingers through your wet folds and up to your neglected clit.

sevika was close. you tell by her thrusts becoming more uneven and her hand now slipped behind your head to hold it up so she could have even more access to you.

even though the unspoken plan was to come together, you held off your own orgasm just a moment so she would start comming first cause there was nothing quite like pushing yourself over the edge to your girlfriend using your mouth, hearing her cursing and moaning loudly as she came, her body trembling as she pulled your head harder against her.

she didnt stop fucking your mouth as your thighs shook as you let yourself come while drinking all of her that spilled into your mouth.

[goomens]

He has never felt like this. Not when he Fell from Heaven. Not even when the bookshop had burned down and he believed Aziraphale dead. His chest feels like it has been split open down the middle, divested of everything inside. He’s hollow. He has crumbled into nothing.

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[81piastris]

ocean blue eyes (lookin' in mine)

(landoscar, 1.4k, incomplete)

Oscar immediately cringes when he's done, he’d never used the word um so many times in one sentence, his face slightly scrunching up in confusion when he sees Lando smile cheekily, kind of like he did when he was skating. He’s even more confused when he sees Lando’s face turn from a cheeky smile to a slightly embarrassed one, a light blush adorning his face. “You know who I am?”

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[filet-o-feelings]

i felt you in my life before i ever met you

David/Patrick | G | 534 words

Have a little New Years ficlet!

[the-lizard-god]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Ride the Cyclone: A New Musical - Maxwell & Richmond, Legoland - Richmond Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jane Doe | Penny Lamb & Saint Cassian Chamber Choir Members, Passionflowers, Sugardolls - Relationship, starrypoet - Relationship Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Cyclone Accident (Ride the Cyclone), Paranormal, Not Beta Read, Mostly Fluff, Light Angst, Romance happens eventually, Tags May Change, My First Work in This Fandom, Jane Doe | Penny Lamb-centric, Mostly from the others view but main focus is Penny and Ezra, Dolly (Penny/Jane's doll), there isn't a character tag for her doll but one is needed I promise, She's mentioned enough times to warrant a tag, Karnak sort of exists but it's in a very roundabout way, Rating is because of swearing and topics of violence, you'll see what I mean for most of these later, Virgil also sort of exists, but I don't know if its in a way that warrants the character tag

Summary: Uranium keeps having strange events happen, mainly around two people, those being Penny and Ezra Lamb. Will the choir realize this? Or will they ignore the oddities of the two blaming it on coincidence and them being antisocial and homeschooled for a majority of their lives?

[genderstarterfluid]

Is that you?

This is based on a dream I had last night, and I wanted to write something about it.

Summary: You’re out with your boyfriend and you see someone extremely familiar...

(It can be set in modern days or 80s, but David is aware of what he looks like)

David x Reader

It’s a typical night out on the boardwalk. You know, riding rides, eating a bunch of junk food, and scaring tourists. David stands by you while you sit on the railing. You mainly sit in silence, enjoying the night. However, something, or someone, catches your eye. 

A man, clearly middle aged, is walking along the sand. That wasn’t what caught your attention. It was his face. 

You look at him for a second and turn to look at David, who is eyeing some people who are causing a ruckus. He’s hunting. You giggle to yourself. But then you remember what you were doing. 

You keep looking at the man and at David. Something is off. David soon notices you staring and asks, “What’s going on, beautiful?” 

You think about if you should tell him and decide to tell him.

“Is that you?” You question him while pointing at the man. David follows your finger and squints. He suddenly looks confused.

“How the hell would that be me if I’m right here? Does he look that much like me?”

You shrug. “I guess this is a mystery that shall remain unsolved.”

David smirks, “There can be only one me, I’m getting kinda hungry.”

A/N- I wasn’t sure how to finish this so I just stopped it here. I also really hate how this turned out but eh I did something

[froggy-anon]

It took me around two months to write it because fuck executive dysfunction but I'm finishing and I'm sure it'll be out tonight. Idk I just wanted to share bc I'm excited lol.

[the-marauders-are-ghosts]

little sneak peak of chapter 3 of my solangelo high school au

Nico

It took A LOT of convincing for Nico to agree to stay at Will’s while Apollo, Will, Austin, Kayla and leo decided it would be a good idea for them to host a pool party because Nico had never been a big fan of water since y’know Venice, his mom and sister dying in a flood but he was assured that just because it was a pool party didn't mean he had to go in the pool.

The party ended up being the next weekend after Leo's birthday which they also had a party for so it was safe to say they weren’t throwing another party for the rest of the summer because not even Will could convince Nico to see that much of his classmates outside of school. He spent the first hour just sitting in the kitchen with this girl named Shel. She was in some of Nico’s classes but since he didn't stand out much they hadn't talked before. Contrary to popular belief Nico wasn't bad at social interactions he just had a habit of not talking much since when he moved to california he didn't speak english fluently. Shel was nice to talk to, they mainly talked about music and art since those were the subjects they were in the same classes for but the conversation ended up mostly being about the grammys.

Once Shel left to go find her friends she came with Nico decided he would walk about until he either saw Will or Leo which shouldn't be hard because they’re both quite loud.

After about 5 minutes he found Will who was talking to someone who Nico remembered from that time he had to go to Wills chemistry club since his father was out of town and he opened the text from his assistant in front of Will so he couldn't lie and was forced to let Will take him back to his house, hes pretty sure his names jackson, jason or some other basic name starting with J.

Will

Will could feel his heart start beating faster when he caught a glimpse of Nico.

He quickly excused himself from the conversation he was having with Jason to go talk to Nico.

“Hey Neeks” he said while jogging up to Nico

“Hey, having fun?”

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there you go guys it should be finished and posted either next saturday or sunday :D

[warabidakihime]

Your thoughts were elsewhere while you were at work today.

Why were you distracted?

Well, you were picturing yourself being the brattiest, neediest bitch towards Geto as he locked eyes with you as you hangout on the bed in your shared bedroom. He's still fully clothed and so composed.

Not really, he's just really good at hiding his own thirst. His cock is aching underneath his pants, and the pre-cum is already soiling the fabric.

Meanwhile, you're sitting directly across from him, almost naked if it weren't for the shiny collar that adorns your neck. Your thighs pressed together because you were desperately trying to contain yourself, but the whiny whimpers you would let out said otherwise.

He's only a few inches away, but he can already smell the excitement oozing from your needy cunt.

Geto finally inched closer to you, softly grasping your chin. For a brief moment, his eyes appeared corrupted, but they gradually softened as you continued to stare at him like a lost puppy.

He teasingly slid his thumb inside your mouth after caressing your luscious lips, which you eagerly accepted by lapping your tongue on it.

Then he whistled like a dog trainer.

"All right, now be a good girl and lie down."

[drowninginthoughts27]

11/10 (late: 7/11) Ghost Word Count: 500

(greif, discussion of death) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus hates the colder months. 

The months he used to favor now tainted by the events of life. The leaves no longer provide a satisfying crunch beneath his feet and the snow no longer glistens like cut diamonds the way it used to. Everything around him is dull, a reminder of what in his life is missing. Leaving him feeling empty and vulnerable. Exposed to every emotion known to man and at the same time none at all, numb to the bone. For the pain is not a subtle ache like they said it would soon grow to be. Instead it only gets deeper and deeper, as the harsh knife of grief guts him slowly; a never ending torture. 

With the arrival of the colder months Regulus is plunged deeper and deeper into his never ending misery. The time of year entails long sleepless nights dwelling on the past. The loneliness of the inability to enjoy the things that he once did. And worst of all less and less time with the sun. The only thing left he has of the other man. The only reminder that Regulus isn’t completely crazy, that this man once did exist beyond a spiritual level. That he once walked the earth loving Regulus wholeheartedly and promising to do everything in his power for him. 

Because this man was not just a ray of sunlight he was the entire sun, outshining every other star in the sky. Impacting everything around him with his positive light. And now that he’s gone Regulus doesn’t know how people continue to function, to move about there day to day lives. 

In lieu of wallowing in heartache Regulus has debated moving to a place much warmer and sunnier than this. Somewhere where the sun shines all year round. Where it never hides from him. But an invisible force constantly ties him here. All the memories made, the emotions felt, the lessons learned, they all are here. Leaving this place would be leaving them behind, moving on. And thats not something he’s ready to do. Not now and probably not ever. 

People have moved on around him despite how much they care. He knows its not fair for them to stay here and sink with him into the bottomless waters of his sorrows. None the less, he likes the drowning, he doesn’t know of any other option. At least one that could even come close to representing how vast his love was and still is for the other man. How much his life has been altered. How greatly he is affected by this.

To Regulus nothing truly feels real anymore. He’s since lost care in the passing of time. It has no effect on him when he grieves this fully. When his life is only a ghost of something it used to be. Feeling like both an eternity and yesterday all in one, it’s been years since he lost the love of his life. His better half. His sun. His James.

[flintandthegendercrisis]

Some Things Aren’t Made to Fly

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Fin?” Xanthe asked, holding a pair of fake wings. The fake wings have a cool metallic feel to it. The sunlight reflecting off of it. Her own black, real wings opening and closing slightly. Finley looks at his brother, Xanthe, with a look of determination in his eyes. His hair flared as the fire ignited before calming down to a more manageable phase.

“Yup! A hundred percent sure!” Finley paused as he looked at the wings again. “The wings are fire-proof, right?” Xanthe would nod her head, a small smile appearing on her face. “Yes, it’s fire-proof. Let me put them on you, try not to move much.”

Xanthe starts to put the fake wings on Finley. Finley would move his hair away from Xanthe’s view, trying not to burn her. There would be a few seconds of silence as Xanthe readjusted the wings so that it sat comfortably on Finley’s back. “So, tell me again why you wanted to do this?” She asked, finally satisfied with where the wings were. Finley would turn to face his brother. “Because I want to fly with you and Ender! I can’t really do that without wings, now can I?” He said, putting his hands on his hips.

Xanthe would sigh, shaking her head as her wings puffed up. “No, I guess not.” She responded. “Exactly! Now, how do I use these?” Finley gestured towards the wings resting closed on his back. Xanthe would take a few steps back. “Try propelling yourself up with your fire, the wings should start working once you get into the air.” Xanthe said, picking up a bucket of water she brought with her. Finley nods. He crouches close to the ground, his hands catching on fire before launching himself into the air. A small fire replaces where Finley once was.

Xanthe throws the water on the fire, extinguishing the flames. She would throw the now empty bucket on the ground before launching herself into the air to join her brother. Sounds of laughter would fill the air as Finley and Xanthe flew around.

Suddenly, the wings would stop working and Finley started to plummet to the ground. The wind filled his ears as it rushed by. He was too paralyzed to make any type of sound. Was this how his life was to end? Ended by a malfunction with the wings? As the ground grew closer and closer, he closed his eyes and waited for the eventual impact with the ground.

But that impact never came. Instead, he was met with the feeling of the soft fabric of a shirt and the sound of wings flapping. Finley held onto the shirt as a way to ground himself. “Are you ok?” A voice said. It was Xanthe, she sounded concerned. It was silent for a few seconds as Finley recounted what had happened previously. As realization dawned on him, he started to cry. Tears rolling down his face, some clinging to his cheeks as his breathing started to get uneven, his grip on her shirt getting tighter. He buried his face into Xanthe’s shirt.

Xanthe didn’t mind that her shirt was getting wet. She started to comfort Finley as she landed on the ground, her wings closing. “You’re ok now, I’ve got you.” She whispered, holding Finley closer to herself. “Can we go home..” Finley said, his voice small and soft. “Alright, let’s go.” She responded.

Xanthe started to walk home, carrying Finley as he wasn’t willing to walk. He was still in shock, but he started to calm down. He decided that he wouldn’t be flying anytime soon.

It turns out that some things, or some people, aren’t meant to fly.

[impider]

⇀ ⋯  ❛ you're the first person i've told . . .  ❜ lorelai jones / @spidersiren

an  inhale  breathes  life  into  his  chest  ━━  a  sharp  reminder  that  he  has  been  holding  his  breath  for  far  too  long  .  it  is  an  instinct  to  having  his  head  below  water  ,  both  literal  and  figurative  ,  as  there  is  water  in  her  eyes  too  .  deep  ,  dark  ,  somber  waters  that  come  up  to  his  neck  ,  paired  with  a  soft  frown  that  pulls  him  under  by  his  ankles  .    he  doesn't  look  away  .  his  hand  comes  up  to  provide  a  palm  for  her  to  rest  her  face  against  ,  a  thumb  to  rub  patterns  on  the  wet  curls  that  decorate  soft  skin  and  ,  before  he  knows  it  ,  he's  holding  his  breath  again  .     "  thank  you  .  "  it  comes  out  as  a  breathy  sigh  from  him  ,  still  catching  his  breath  from  having  to  cough  the  water  out  of  his  lungs  minutes  before  .  he  sits  on  the  concrete  she's  pulls  him  to  ,  rakes  a  free  hand  through  his  own  wet  hair  and  clears  his  throat  .  there's  so  much  to  thank  her  for  ,  it  overwhelms  him  as  he  tries  to  make  sense  of  which  of  her  heroics  this  gratitude  is  for  .     that  same  free  hand  touches  her  shoulder  in  effort  to  bring  her  closer  in  the  water  and  further  into  his  lap  where  hands  brace  his  thighs  .  "  thank  you  for  trusting  me  .  "  ━━  ' with  this '  ,  would  be  fitting  but  is  dropped  from  his  whispered  words  .  voice  low  and  fingers  twirling  in  the  dark  hair  against  her  cheek  and  shoulder  blade  ,  he  leans  forward  to  press  his  lips  against  her  forehead  .  less  kiss  and  more  resting  them  there  ,  needing  to  feel  ,  to  let  her  know  that  he  is  there  .  living  ,  breathing  ,  holding  her  secrets  without  turning  away  (  without  disappearing  below  the  depths  of  the  ocean  or  even  her  eyes  )  .     he  moves  his  face  to  rest  his  cheek  on  the  top  of  her  head  ,  holding  her  in  this  small  embrace  .  "  i  guess  that  makes  me  special  .  "  he  teases  with  a  small  smile  .  "  thanks  for  that  too  .  "

[bamboo72498]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Castle (TV 2009) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kate Beckett/Richard Castle Characters: Kate Beckett, Richard Castle Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, family stuff, just Rick Castle being a great dad and Kate Beckett falling even more in love with him Summary:

a fluffy little thing about Beckett realizing once again just how great of a dad Castle is to their kids.

[voidtekarc]

The Truth

"Arc, you don't have to visit us as much as you do. We know you come around a lot and we're very thankful for helping us out, but really, we are absolutely fine."

Arcuris's mother spoke with a smile at her boy, placing a hand gently on his shoulder as he stopped for a moment to look at them with sweat on his brow from doing a lot of heaving lifting for them while they were moving.

Arcuris sighed, "I want to make sure everything is alright with you and father. Things have been a little bit too hectic lately for my liking to really let you two out of my sight."

His father walked up to the both of them and he shook his head, "Son, you've done more than enough for us. You don't need to be coming to see us all of the time." He raised a brow in thought and looked back down to him, "I understand everything happened in Garlemald was…" He paused and sighed heavily as he peered to the ground momentarily, "…unbelievably sad, but you can't be spending every waking moment making sure we are alright. Didn't you visit that girl that met us at Broken Lamp?"

He could hear his mother say, "Ah, yes, the Elezan girl. She is a Sharlayan, isn't she?" She looked a little disappointed when she mentioned her.

Arc's father shot a glance to his wife and shook his head and grumbled, "Clodia…"

Arcuris pinched the bridge of his noise and looked to them, hearing this once more was tiring but he would have none of it, "Look, I know I'm bullheaded and hardly take no for an answer. And you'd be right. I'm not, not helping you. I'm your son and I am going to look after the two of you…"

His father Lucius looked to the side and sighed before looking to his wife Clodia. He peered back to Arcuris and smiled slightly, somewhat of sadness in his face, "Arcuris we really need to tell you something."

Arcuris peered back to the two of them and frowned, "You usually don't say my full name unless It's something extremely important…" He decided to rest against a nearby fence post and looked to them with his hands resting on the railing to support him." Clodia frowned and closed her eyes as she stood near her son. She put her hands in front of her and looked to the ground in front of her for a few moments. Collecting herself she looked back up to Arcuris and frowned, "We…one morning we woke up to the sound of a little one crying outside our door, Arcuris." Tears ran down her face and she mustered up courage once more, "That little child was you, Arc."

Arcuris felt confused at first. He peered to the side and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to say I was going to be a big brother again." He smiled sarcastically, trying to play off what he was just told and asked once more to be sure of what he was just told, "I'm not your son?" He peered up to them once more. Now, tears were starting to form in his eyes, blinking to try and keep them away.

Lucius closed his eyes and helped his wife, "We're telling you this, Arc, because you deserve to know after everything has happened."

Arcuris wiped the tears from his eyes and held his face in his hands as he spoke through them, "You waited to tell me this after I've been through multiple wars, lost my brother, my wife, and when I was thirty one years old after the fall of our homeland?" He was shaking out of anger and sadness before looking back up to them, his eyes red from the outburst of emotions, "I think you were a little late on this one!"

Clodia frowned and peered ashamed to her son once more, "We're sorry, Arcuris. We were always afraid to do so. We didn't know when the best time to do it was. You need to live your life, Arc. We love you but we don't want to see you keep coming here and not going forward with your own life. We watched you struggle for years to try and start over again and we've always been heartbroken seeing you go through everything you have."

Arcuris sniffed and kept sitting on the fence as he peered to the side with his hands now in his lap, "I guess I was the miracle baby of the family. Not so much of a fucking miracle after all now."

Lucius shook his head, "No, you were there when you needed us. When we needed you, son. Even if you're not our child by blood, you are our son and you always will be. We will always love you." He frowned, himself trying to fight back his own tears, "If you need time to process things, or even if you don't want to talk to us anymore, you can. We will never hate you for it if you do. We will always love you, Arc. But you need to go live your life and not worry about us every waking moment. We will be fine, son."

His mother gave him a reassuring smile, "You could even find your birth parents, Arc. Maybe they could explain everything?"

Both of his parents hugged him tightly and he returned the affection. He sniffed as he closed his eyes as all of them held one another. The moment passed before his parents started to walk away before Arc spoke up, "I love the both of you. I always will."

He turned to face the distance, resting his hands on the fencing before rubbing away the tears that stained his face, exhaling a deep sigh as the wind gently lulled him into a trance.

[modern-hepburn]

Homeless

Who am I without my burdens, Devoid of constant disarray? My tears have nourished me so long I’ve grown familiar with dismay But who am I without perversion, My feast of melancholic gray? I’ve built my home upon recursion I do not know another way.