#might want to outline it first 👀

[astrophileous]

help I'm in the middle of writing the next part of The Countdown and I just got an idea for a smutty and angsty spencer fic that I can't get out of my head

[persephone1700]

Oops!... I did it again- Michael Gavey x Reader

Hello again:)

Here's part 2 out of three of Michael Gavey x Reader.

I wanted to incorporate more the dynamic between reader and Felix cause it will be important for the final part, just to add some drama.

Also how Michael lurks in the shadows silently watching 👀 I feel like his character will absolutely be obsessed with your every move and would absolutely be replaying every situation fearing for the worst.

Remember to be kind, English it's not my first language and these are definitely my first fics ever written so excuse any grammatical errors

Special mention to @anukulee

This is a short one with some smut. Final part (3/3) will be dirtier so I kept this light…

In case you are wondering I was listening to Britney Spears Oops! I did it again when i was editing this out, and definitely changed the title I had drafted, just because Michael would absolutely believe reader is playing him out. Listen to it afterwards, a massive hit!

Do enjoy!

Warning Tags: 18+ Only, Smut, Oral Sex (Male receiving), Stalking, Obsessive, Jealousy, Pessimistic, Embarrassing, Hatred.

Part 1

He thought it would be more painful, the embarrassment he would feel if he came in his boxers at the simple sight of her moaning while he ate her up, so he tried to focus solely on her. 

He failed.

You started breathing heavily at the way his fingers slithered inside you and his tongue moved against your pearl. Fueled with pleasure, your back arched, and your fingers tightened their grip on his hair, pulling him closer. His touch was electric, and your eyes opened, locking your gaze with him. 

Then he lost it…

His cock started throbbing against his boxers, seizing as he came undone at the sight of you. He moved back, and in a hurry, he got up, turning around in fear you might see the stain in his beige pants, clearly showing his lack of self-control.

His sudden move made you curious, so you stood up and made your way over to him. When you noticed what had happened, a smirk appeared on your face. His cheeks grew red with embarrassment; he thought you would make fun of him, but to his surprise, you didn't.

"I... am sorry. I didn’t..." A plea came out of his mouth, trying to find a reasonable excuse.

 How could he even justify himself?

"It's okay. Why don't we switch places?" you asked, smiling as you started pushing him against the chair.

Michael swallowed hard as you pushed him gently but firmly onto the chair. His heart pounded in his chest, and he looked up at you with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

"It's okay, Michael" you repeated, your voice soft and soothing. "Just relax."

You knelt in front of him, your hands moving to his thighs. The way you touched him, with a mix of tenderness and urgency, sent shivers down his spine. You looked up at him, your eyes dark with desire, and he could hardly believe this was happening to him. 

Sweet baby Jesus...

Your fingers traced the outline of his erection through his pants, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. His breath hitched, and his hips involuntarily bucked towards your touch. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock.

Michael's eyes widened, his face flushed with both arousal and nervousness. He watched as you wrapped your hand around him, your touch gentle and exploratory. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through him as you began to stroke him slowly.

"You feel so good," you whispered, leaning in closer. Your breath was warm against his skin, making him shiver. You kissed the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum, and his entire body tensed in response.

You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head before you slowly slid down, taking more of him in. Michael's hands clenched the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he fought to control himself. 

The sensation of your mouth on him was almost too much to bear.

Your movements were slow and deliberate, your tongue and lips working together to drive him wild. His hips bucked again, and you placed a hand on his thigh to steady him, increasing your pace slightly.

The sounds that escaped his mouth—groans, gasps, and moans—filled the room, echoing off the walls of the private study room.

Michael's breath came in ragged gasps, and he could feel the pressure building on his stomach, the sensation of your mouth driving him closer and closer to the edge.

His hands found their way to your hair, tugging it , his fingers tangling in the strands as he held on for dear life.

"I-I'm close," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained.

You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his, and he saw the desire and determination in your gaze. You obviously didn't stop and your movements turned more insistent, your mouth working him with an intensity that made his head spin.

Michael's entire body tensed, his muscles coiling as he felt himself teetering on the brink. With a final, desperate groan, he came, his release hitting hard and fast.

His hips jerked, and his hands tightened in your hair as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his body trembling with the force of it.

You continued to suck him through his climax, swallowing every drop, and only pulled back when he was completely spent.

Michael slumped back in the chair, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at you, a mixture of awe and gratitude in his eyes. Your lips were slightly swollen, and you wiped the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, smiling up at him.

"How was that?" you asked, your voice soft and teasing.

"It was... incredible," he admitted, his voice still shaky. "I can't believe... I, uh... I... thank you."

A soft snort left your mouth at his shy demeanor appearing once again. After everything you just did, he still couldn’t meet your eyes or speak without stuttering. Before you could say anything else, a knock on the door caught your attention.

"We are about to close!" a shout from outside. The librarian said. You and Michael stayed quiet and then heard him move away to the other part of the library to instruct the other students the same thing.

Laughter erupted from your chest at the thought of almost being caught red-handed. You stood up and quickly fixed your clothes before moving towards the table and gathering your things.

"See you later, nerd." You leaned over to where Michael was sitting and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, smiling.

As you made your way out of the study room, Michael fixed his clothes quickly with trembling hands, trying to regain his breath.

"Son? Did you hear me? We are closing in 5 minutes."

He looked over to where the librarian was standing, his cheeks fully red. He grabbed his things and made his way out, placing his things over his pants so his situation would not betray him.

Michael could not stop thinking about you for the whole weekend, his mind drifting back to you. As his hand slid down his boxers, he closed his eyes and replayed the scene in his mind over and over again.

When Monday arrived, the classes you shared together became unbearable.

His desire for you had only grown. 

Every time he closed his eyes and his mind drifted away, he found himself thinking about you. Replaying every sound and squirm you made when he was between your legs, the sweet taste on his lips...

After tasting you, he only wanted more. 

A week had started to gone by, and you had only spared him your usual glances and smiles, but he wanted and yearned for more than just that. 

He spent most of the classes you shared together just looking at you and studying your reactions, searching for any hint that you were going to talk with him.

It pained him that you didn’t pay him the attention he demanded of you, the attention he thought you would give him after having you on your knees for him.

You had continued with your life the same way it was before, with your stupid friends, and it was driving him insane as he watched your interactions with Felix.

There was something about Felix that got under his skin—his easy confidence, the way he seemed to effortlessly command attention, and the undeniable chemistry between the two of you.

Why did he care so much?

When Thursday arrived, he was too desperate, almost going insane as his mind swirled around with all kinds of theories. He decided to settle it and walked over to the dorm room he knew you had, his heart pounding on his chest playing on his head all the ways that this conversation could go.

As he arrived at his destination, the sound of laughter reached his ears. He noticed Farleigh, Annabeth, Venetia, and some other students sitting on the grass smoking and talking about something surely stupid.

Your window, just above their heads, had the curtains open and the lights turned on, and he immediately noticed that Felix and you were in your room. You two seemed to be arguing about something.

Yes. Yes. She’s finally drifting away from him. She has finally realized what a tosser he is.

But of course, he was wrong. 

His illusion shattered as soon as it came when he noticed how Felix laughed bitterly at something you said, and how he moved closer to you, his hands cupping your chin and kissing you.

His face went pale, as he walked away in a hurry. Too afraid that someone had seen him spying on you.

in truth he wasn't spying. He clearly never intended to see that. Gods what would give to erase that image now, how you were between Felix's arms as he crushed his lips against yours.

As he sprinted away, his thoughts spiraled into chaos. He decided that all this time, the fool had been him and all his thoughts and theories became a reality.

You had used him. 

How could he have been so stupid?

It was all a cruel joke.

Each self-deprecating thought struck like a dagger, cutting deeper and deeper.

Yes, you had probably used him to make fun of him with all your stupid friends, gloating about what you did, laughing about his embarrassing sex life and how touch-deprived he was.

Vapid cunts.

The humiliation cut deeply, gnawing at his insides like a relentless beast.

He decided he must avoid you at all costs.

But for him, avoiding you proved impossible....

[muffinsin]

Can you write one where for some reason Cassandra Dimitrescu just gets really turned on by her girlfriend? Like, her gf could literally just be eating a banana and she’d be really hard. Cassandra is really embarrassed by this cause she doesn’t want her lover to think she’s just some horn-dog and tries to hide it, but her gf easily notices and starts teasing her. (Maybe some fucking too?) Thanks!

-Touch-Starved Anon

👀👀👀👀

Let’s get into it!🙌 just a lil bit of switch Cassandra-

Masterlists

She stares, and she knows it. No matter how hard she attempts to tear her eyes from you, though, it seems entirely futile.

Cassandra’s cheeks sport a crimson color that is accompanied by warmth as she watches you. She’s sat on the bed as she stares at you from across the room.

You stand by her desk, papers and weapons scattered about. You’re organizing them as you normally do, and she opts to watch you like she always does. However, her boredom-induced stares and her dramatic whines for you to hurry up both came to an abrupt end when you began eating your snack.

At first, Cassandra hardly paid attention to it. Soon, that changed.

She sits with her face flushed and lips dry, golden eyes set entirely on you.

Cassandra forces herself to be quiet. The forces down every whimper before it can pass her lips, and every little whine. She’s rock hard, her cock straining against her underwear at the mere sight in front of her.

Now, it’s not quite the sight one might assume. You’re not in a state of undress, or trying to turn her on, even. You’re merely eating your lunch, a banana.

She’s incredibly embarrassed for getting turned on and riled up this badly from it.

Still, Cassandra can’t peel her eyes away. She watches your tongue and lips move around the fruit, and can’t help but imagine it’s her your mouth is tasting.

She feels her cock twitch as you lick and bite, and nearly whimpers as your tongue slides against the shaft of the banana for a mere moment before you take a bite.

You frown when you catch the view of your girlfriend in the corner of your eye, her arm reaching out to grasp a pillow and move it to her crotch.

Cassandra gasps when you turn to her, her body on fire and a light flutter in her chest.

She watches with wide eyes as you stalk towards her, and manages to bite back a whimper just in time before it could pass her plump, dry lips. Her eyes are set on you and her pupils are dilated. The poor thing is panting.

Cassandra feels her cheeks warm up even more when you cup one, your fingertip grazing her chin. “W-What is it?”, she asks, as though she really believes you’re this oblivious to what’s going on with her.

A small smile comes to your lips.

She gasps audibly when you drop in her lap in the next second, the pillow the only thing separating your body from hers. Cassandra bites back a moan when you move a little, the pillow rubbing against her hard bulge.

She feels warmer and warmer with each second, her blush spreading all the way to her neck and the tip of her ears.

She’s painfully riled up and needy, but it seems as though she isn’t going to take ownership of it.

You hum, as though considering her silly question, and as your hand tips up her head, you’re granted a proper view of her flushed cheeks and beautiful, golden eyes.

Cassandra gasps when you move on top of her, a small scowl on her face when you grip her chin and have her face you properly.

“Are you feeling well, Cass? You’re all warm and pink”, you coo. You decide to give into her little game of denial for the time being.

Still, she only shakes her head stubbornly. “I’m perfectly fine!”, she scoffs, yet you hear the waver in your voice when you keep eating and stroke a hair strand behind her ear.

She’s staring wide eyed at you, her nipples erect and their outline visible through her dress. You’re sure the pillow you’re sat on hides her bulge, too.

Cassandra gulps as she watches you keep eating, your tongue sliding alongside the fruit almost teasingly before you take a bite at last.

She bites her lip, then, to her greatest embarrassment, a single whimper falls from her lips when your finger pulls her bottom lip free from her teeth again.

You raise an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on your lips.

With parted lips and her tongue darting out for a mere moment to wet them, she watches you finish the fruit with your last bite.

Her face is bright warm and even Cassandra notices herself twist the blankets underneath her fingers. She feels precum drip from her twitching cock and could swear she is able to smell your arousal.

She gasps sweetly for you when you push her backwards, brunette curls of hair hitting white sheets.

When you hover above her and pull the pillow away, you nearly coo at her large bulge and adorable, embarrassed whine.

“Darli-ing”, she groans, her hips automatically bucking up when you do as much as stroke your fingertip over the obvious bulge in her dress.

“Ssshh, Cass”, is your only hushed reply when you begin to peel the tight dress off her pale skin.

She’s shivering as it is taken from her, and whines when your hand brushes up against the dent in her underwear. And as you lean above her, you manage to hear the quiet, breathless whimper and moan passing her dark painted lips. It’s adorable, really, just how hard she is trying to prove she didn’t get turned on by you going about your life.

Now, however, she will take ownership of it.

Cassandra gasps audibly when your leg moves between hers, your thigh slotted against hers and grinding against her deliciously.

You feel the precum sticking to her and smile in excitement when your lips make contact with the soft, overly sensitive skin of her bared neck.

At the first touch, at the first lick, at the first bite and sucking of sensitive, pale flesh into your mouth, you are rewarded with loud, eager moans and gasps. You feel her twitch against your thigh, precum dripping and drooling from her tip and down her thick cock.

When your hand slides up her thigh, your fingers squeezing and groping, her blush seems to only worsen.

“You’re such a naughty thing, baby. You know that?”, you tease, but laugh when her hips raise eagerly for you to pull down her underwear. Naturally, you grant her the silent wish, and when your hand slides across her wet tip, she moans beautifully for you.

“Can’t…help…it”, she moans, golden eyes struggling to stay open when you slide your thumb across her tip and tease it.

“You want me to take care of you, Cass?”, you tease, laughter slipping from your throat when her eyes immediately find yours again and her fingers tighten their grip on the sheets.

“What do you think?”, she hisses, and before you can even properly grasp what is happening, the flustered woman sits up again, her hand tearing from the ripped bedsheets to grab a fistful of your hair.

She’s rough, but doesn’t hurt you in her movements. Not yet at least, for you see the sadistic shimmer in her dark golden eyes as she forces you to kneel before her.

You’re caught completely off guard, and as you sink on the floor on your knees, you feel your own cheeks burning up. Despite the crimson coating hers, she seems perfectly in control yet again.

“Off with your shirt”, she hums. She’s shamelessly ogling you, and licks her lips when you do as you’re told and unbutton the front of your shirt, then allow it to fall down. “Bra too, morsel”, she hisses, and you gasp when the hand in your hair tightens its grip and yanks backwards.

Your head is tipped back, and you can’t help the audibly gasp when she leans down enough to drag her teeth against your cheek. “Don’t test my patience, pet”, she coos. Then, you shiver as her lips move and you feel her near your ear. With a quiet cackle, she adds “unless, of course, you’re so very eager for Mommy to punish you instead”

Your hands fly to the straps of your bra, your eyes set on her in submission when you pull it from your chest.

Next, you feel yourself tugged closer, your cheek smudged against the inside of her thigh. From the angle, her cock looks even larger than usual. You gulp, and feel yourself squirm as she laughs.

“Go on, then, morsel. We haven’t got all day”, she hums, her eyes closing in content when you move forwards and drag your tongue up her cock. She’s groaning and for a second, you feel the pain of her grip on your hair tightening before she loosens it again.

Cassandra watches as you begin to move your lips and tongue, sucking, licking, kissing. Worshipping, just as you should.

She’s groaning and moaning for you, her grip on your hair like a leash to keep you in place where she wants you.

Her breathless moans and low groans fill the room as your tongue does quick work of covering her in spit and her precum. You moan as it hits your tongue and dig your nails into her thick, strong thighs.

Really, you know better than to touch yourself without permission, even as you feel an undeniable, relentless ache between your legs.

You shriek in surprise, however, when she yanks you again, and as your mouth opens automatically, her cock is shoved inside and your face is pressed up against her base and held there by the tight grip she has on you.

You whimper, the urge to gag growing stronger and stronger as you feel her rub up against your throat and twitch inside of you. Cassandra merely laughs, her eyes challenging- daring- you to attempt to move away.

Alas, you’re left squeezing your eyes shut and whimpering, the ache between your legs nearly unbearable and her scent surrounding you fully.

She’s down your throat and keeping you in place effortlessly, a constant reminder of her dominance over you.

Then, at last, you seem to be allowed up. Only that the second after her grip eases and she pulls you up a little, you’re already pushed back down.

And again. Harder, and again. Faster, and again.

You’re moaning and whimpering, groaning and feel tears run down your cheeks automatically from the futile gagging around her cock.

You realize, she’s fucking your throat. No, not quite that.

She’s making you do it.

With her frustratingly seductive lips parted and sinful moans passing them, she throws her head back at the feeling of your throat around her.

You squeeze her thighs as your own rub together in a desperate attempt to stop the urge to reach down and pleasure yourself. You know, you can’t do so without her permission. You also know you haven’t got it; though perhaps you can earn it.

When you begin to attempt to swirl your tongue around her as best as you can with your bobbing head, it pulls a breathless chuckle from her.

“That’s it, pet…!”, she groans, her golden eyes squeezed shut. You’re a little surprised at just how riled up your girlfriend seems to be.

The naturally so enduring woman is moaning and shivering, her cock leaking precum into your mouth and twitching madly. You feel its warmth and smile around her when her thighs shake occasionally.

When you allow your teeth to drag alongside her cock for a mere moment, her hips jerk up and her grip on your hair tightens.

A cute, embarrassingly high pitched squeak is pulled from her, even as she is fast to recover.

“Ngnmm! Y-Yes, pet!”, she moans, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. You yearn to kiss them, to grant her a sweet taste of herself.

You can tell she’s close, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson and a warm hue, her thighs quivering beneath your fingertips, her cock twitching and her grip on you tight.

With only another few bobs of your head, brushes of your tongue and teeth against her sensitive skin and gropes of her thighs and hips, you feel her cum.

She’s moaning loud and high pitched, her head thrown back and her nipples hard.

The poor thing is trembling for you, hips jerking and thighs trembling when your tongue brushes up against her sensitive cock.

You reach up to grasp her wrist, and with a tight squeeze her fingers untangle from your hair and you’re allowed up for air again.

She watches through heavy eyes when you rise, and squeaks in surprise when your hand connects with her chest and she is pushed back down on the bed.

“Good girl, Cassie”, you whisper as you straddle the panting woman, the back of your hand coming up to her cheek lovingly. She leans into the touch, warm cheeks rubbing softly against your knuckles.

You couldn’t be happier.

[gojo-mochi]

Softy, darling, hello! I'm happy to see you again!

Would it he alright to request Yakuza(or Mafia) Daddy Toji? You have full reign over if you want it to be smutty or fluffy 🌸 Just... I'm always down to be on my knees for him 😩👀

THIS TOOK WAY LONGER AND WENT WAY TOO LONG KDSAJ FDSF BUT I CANT HELP IT FOR TOJIIII ALSO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN TOOO WAHHHHH (//ω//) CW: Blood, clothed grinding, groping, Toji's Cock Mafia AU-ish

Word Count:2.7k

Also I made this other fic but scraped it but here it is if anyone wnat to check it out..

Ah, you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to come to this party and on a Sunday of all days. You sigh to yourself and look around the room of dancing sweaty bodies, taking a swig of your drink. Wincing at the taste of it, another mistake you made was trusting your friend to make you a drink. Whatever it was, just a few sips was enough to make your head pound.

You lost your friend about an hour ago, amidst the chaos of bodies jostling against each other in this unfamiliar house. You take a look at your phone to check the time. 11pm, you did not want to stay here after 12am; you had stuff to do tomorrow, and you wanted at least a few hours of decent sleep. You send a quick message to your friend that you were leaving the party and toss your drink in the trash as you walk to the door. 

The crispy, chilly air bites at you as soon as you step out of the humid mess of the party. You hug your jacket closer to your body and start to head home; luckily, your home was only 10 minutes away from the party by foot. Still, it was late at night, and this area was known to have unsavory folks hanging around, so you decided to take some shortcuts you knew and jog your way back home.

The street lights buzz above you as you jog under them, a hand in your pocket, holding on tightly to a pocket knife. It wasn’t anything big, but should be enough to deter anyone from attacking you or at least give you enough time to run away. You soon come up to your first shortcut, a long alleyway that would save you about 3 minutes to get back home. 

You steady yourself and take in a deep breath, getting ready to run through this alley in one sprint. There was only one dingy dim light that barely illuminated the alleyway, so you pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. Pointing it ahead of you and making sure that no one was hiding in any corner, you take off. 

The sound of your shoes hitting the pavement echoes all around you as your eyes dart around to catch any ambush waiting in the dark. Unfortunately, you didn’t count for a person lying down in the middle of the alley. You trip forward and land right on top of the stranger. Your phone flew out of your hand during the trip and bounced down the alleyway, the phone light shutting off as it skidded across the ground. 

The impact of your fall dazes you a little; your head spins, and you shut your eyes, trying to steady yourself. Planting your hands on something solid to push yourself up, you find that the “ground” you were groping starts to move. You scramble backwards, trying to get some distance from you and the stranger, and then finding your hands to be oddly wet. 

You try to look at them under the drab lighting, making out a dark-colored substance staining your hand. Your heart drops to your stomach, now knowing that this could be blood and the person you just tripped on might be a victim in dire need of help. Or on the other hand, this could just very well be a trap, and you’ll be the one that ends up bleeding out on the ground. 

Whichever it was, you knew that you needed your phone back quickly. Either to call for help for the stranger or for yourself if it comes down to it. You push yourself up on your feet, reaching around to grab the wall and scoot yourself alongside it. With the small lighting you have, you can barely make out the shape of certain things. The overfilled dumpsters, the outline of the stranger on the ground, random trash scattered around the floor. 

And one of those unidentified trash on the ground must be your phone. You just needed to walk a little closer to the area where you think you saw it land. 

“Hey…” 

You jump out of your skin and scream when you feel a hand grab your ankle and a groggy voice call out to you. The stranger keeps a tight grip on your leg as he starts to pull himself up. Grabbing your hand next and almost pulling you down with his surprising strength. 

You stood there frozen, unsure of what to do as the man got back up on his feet and stood at his full height. Towering over you in this dark alleyway, with your back against the wall, defenseless. 

“Hey.. you a part of the Curses?”

‘Curses?’ You were unsure of what the man was talking about, but with the way he spat out the word “Curses”, you can assume that it would not be a good thing to say you were. 

“N-no, I was just trying to go home, sir. And I found you on the ground; I swear I didn't do anything to you! ”

The stranger leans in closer to you, his breath washing over your face. Everything about him terrified you; you couldn’t move an inch in his presence. 

“Tch, your house nearby?…ugh”

The stranger tips forward, his head falling on your shoulder. His full weight suddenly collapsing on you made you back up against the wall just to stay standing. His hands then grabbed onto your shoulders as he rasped out, “Take me to your house…now.” 

“Wh-what? Isn’t the hospital a better option?”

“No! No hospital, if I wake up. In a hospital, you’re the one that's going to end up dead..got it?”

His voice lowered down in a deep tone, making the threat seem all the more real. His hands squeeze on your shoulders harshly and then drop down as the man passes out on you. This time you were more prepared and caught him before both you and him fell to the ground.

But, now the real problem was, how were you going to drag this man all the way back to your house? You could just ignore his threats and call an ambulance, but you felt like he wasn’t really kidding about his threats. 

Sighing to yourself, you decide to suck it up and drag you and him down the alley, making sure to pick up your phone along the way, walking all the way back home. You weren’t sure how you made it back home; whether it was the adrenaline from the alcohol or the fear of possibly being killed, you made it back in one piece. 

Luckily for you, it seemed like no one was out tonight, so no one saw you drag an unconscious and bloodied body inside your home. You couldn’t drag the stranger up to your couch, so you dragged him next to the couch and rested his head on a pillow on the floor. While catching your breath, you take a look over at the man you brought home. 

Tall, with a large frame and muscles, which you totally did not feel up while dragging him here. Dark, kind of fluffy-looking hair, an old scar on his lips, and a handsome face. If he wasn’t covered in dried blood and grime, you might be attracted to him, and there's also the fact that he threatened to kill you too.

You sigh, pondering if you should call the police or not, as you went to grab a first aid kit and some towels. You really couldn't do much if it was a serious wound, but you thought if you helped clean him up a little, he would be less inclined to murder you in your sleep. You kneel down next to him and start with his arms and face, cleaning off all the blood, and applying ointment and bandages where it was needed. 

As you were done, you looked down at his chest, your cheeks heating up at the sight. You glance back up at his face to see if he was awake, while your hands tug at the hem of his shirt.

“Umm, hey, if you can hear me, I need to take your shirt off to clean you up. Totally not doing it for any indecent reasons, of course!” 

He doesn’t twitch at all; you take this as a sign to continue forward. You lift up his shirt extra carefully, your fingers barely hanging on to the edge of the cloth. 

‘Fuck, why does this guy wear skintight shirts? This fabric practically stuck on to his abs and his chest…” 

It was also mostly stuck due to the blood, but either way, this means you had a harder time trying to peel it off of him. You got the shirt up to below his tiddies, revealing a deep gash on his side. You wince a little at the sight, balling up his shirt so it stays up and grabbing some gauze and wipes to clean the wound. 

You were just about finished bandaging the wound when the stranger woke up and grabbed you by the throat. His eyes were hazy-looking as he looked around the room for any signs of another person or threat. His grip on your throat was tight enough to leave you gasping for air. You clawed at his arm, trying to do anything to get him to loosen his hold on you. 

The stranger’s eyes soon landed on all the bloodied gauze and medical equipment laying around him. He raises an eyebrow and lets go of your throat; you immediately start coughing up spit, reaching up to soothe your poor neck. Glaring at the stranger during your coughing fit. 

He glares back at you, and you cower down quickly. He makes a move to stand up, only to stumble on taking his first step. He stumbles back into the couch with a loud groan, looking down at you from his position. 

“Hey you, why am I here?” He snaps his fingers at you, expecting a quick response. 

You got up on your feet to answer, fully annoyed and angry this time. Still a little scared of the man, but there was no way you were going to let him treat you like this after all you did. 

“You are here because you threatened to kill me if I took you to the hospital after I found you passed out in the alleyway.” You poke at his very firm chest with each “you” to emphasize your point and anger with him. Luckily he didn’t bite or slice away your finger, just responding with a soft, “Hmm.” and an uninteresting look on his face. 

“So, I did... Well, cutie, it looks like you're stuck with me for the time being then.” He sighs loudly and settles back on the couch, arms and legs stretched out in comfort. “Little hot in here, isn’t it? Why don’t you be a good host and turn up the AC for me, yeah?” Taking off his shirt as he orders you around, the stranger throws his shirt on the ground and gets extra comfy on your couch. 

Now, the stranger you brought to your home to care for out of the kindness of your own heart (and a small threat to your life) is laying down shirtless on your couch and making demands of you like it was nothing. Your cheeks heat up as you grab his shirt and throw it back at him, stomping over to speak straight to his face. 

“Listen, I know you are scary and strong-looking, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole to me in my own home. When I took care of your wounds and dragged you all the way here and saved you from dying in that alleyway!” 

The man just blinks at you surprisingly for a few moments, throwing his shirt back on the ground, which almost made you blow another fuse. 

“Toji.”

Now you were just confused, “Huh?”

“Toji, that’s my name; I should at least give you that for saving me after all. And, don’t worry, cutie, I’ll make sure to pay you handsomely for helping me out.” And with that said, Toji pulls you in by the wrist and hoists you up on top of him. Your hands are now on top of his naked chests. Which you finally got a good look at, and you noticed that along with the various scars he has, Toji also has a tattoo on his left arm. A weird purple dragon and worm hybrid design, wrapping around his biceps all the way down to his sleeve, followed by a set of chains wrapping around the other way. You were sort of mesmerized by the design, not noticing Toji’s hand finding its way down to your hips as he bucked up his own.

Grinding his crotch right on you, and he just kept going, making you bounce up and down as he grinded in all the right places. His hands wander down and under your shirt, ghosting over your skin. His touch was like a fire on your skin; his light touches made you crave more and more of him. He was a master at this, knowing all the right moves and things to say and do. 

“That’s it, baby, grind on me. Let out all the stress I know you've been holding; you can just let me do all the work, cutie.”

His hand moves up and slithers under your bra, pinching your nipple gently. A lewd moan escapes your lips, and in the back of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but it has been way too long since you gotten some action, and Toji was an asshole, but a fucking hot asshole. 

“Good girl, just let go and let me take control of your sweet little brain, yeah?” 

Toji purrs out sickeningly sweet comments all the while smiling wickedly. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you down for a feverish kiss, coating your tongue out with his own and kissing you like you were two lovers who haven’t seen each other in years. His hand grips your hair, tugging lightly whenever you try to pull away for air. Not letting even an inch of space get between your bodies. 

When his other hand starts to unbutton your pants, that's when your brain kicks itself in the ass and you push yourself off of Toji. A thin trail of spit is left on your bruised lips as you disconnect yourself and stumble off the couch. Your knees shake from the whole encounter, and your heart races in your chest. 

Toji looks unamused but not mad as he looks at you, still laying down on the couch. You catch enough air in your lungs and steady yourself as you speak. “Th-that was not; I didn’t mean to-ugh! We shouldn’t do that again; you shouldn’t do that again!” 

Toji chuckles at you, grabbing and rubbing his bulge openly in front of you as he smirks. “You sure about that, baby? You sure seem like you were having fun.” He pulls down his pants, just enough for his cock to spring out. Hard, leaking, and massive... “I know I was having lots of fun, heh.” 

You tear your eyes away from his cock and shake your head, stomping away from Toji in a huff, as you scream back to him. 

“I’m going to my room, and you better be gone in the morning! Or, I swear, I’ll call the cops on you!”

You stomp all the way to your room and slam the door, locking it behind you as you flop down on your bed. Screaming into your pillow as your emotions well up inside of you. All the events catch up to your body as you start feeling sore all over, your eyes closing shut as you ignore the oncoming tears and the wet spot on your pants. Hoping that when the morning comes, that Toji will leave quietly and you can pretend that this night never happened.

[justporo]

HELLOO!!! I have been obsessing over Astarion soooooo much, so I dashed over here the moment I saw you XD

Could I maybe request something with softer morning sex for Astarion? I’d imagine that sex in a romantic/soft light would be basically unknown to Astarion, so I’d loveee to see how he’d end up acting in something meant to feel intimate and connecting above all else.

No need to preform, no need to plan, just something gentle.

First of all, thank you for the request - I was working something out for this for quite some time now.

So this is a little different, because it‘s from Astarion‘s POV which I was a bit afraid to write because I really have to nail his character. So I hope I did him and your request justice!

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (shamelessly based on my Tav)

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

(Also try and imagine this in Astarion's voice? Because I think that helps 👀)

Spaces In Between

I open my eyes. Immediately, I can feel the sunlight caressingly warm my back with its gentle touch. I close my eyes again for just a moment, savouring the feeling of the light upon my body - a sensation that always makes me yearn for more and I hope that I will still have some more time to enjoy it. To have a few more of these tranquil moments since I broke my chains of enslavement and before I will become a creature of the night once more when we‘ll figure this whole mess out, finally.

But when I open my eyes again I turn around to the one thing that has already become more important to me than the feeling of sunlight on my pale skin: her.

I turn and lay on my side, thin blanket draped around my waist and other than that bare. And so is she - my beautiful Tav. She‘s sitting on the edge of the bed in which we very much enjoyed each other‘s company last night, some of it even only talking and holding each other. Because who would‘ve thought that after all the miseries in the world I’ve had to endure the most unlikely thing would happen: meeting someone who actually gave a rat‘s arse about me, more even, someone who cares for me, someone who sees more in me, someone who wants to be with me… for me. And of course me falling for that someone. We truly live in the most unlikely version of how things could have turned out - not that I‘m complaining.

I see how she stretches and softly yawns. Her arms and upper body forming a long elegant curved line outlined by fingers of light falling through the windows. Her reddish hair drops from her hands down her freckled back. I‘m torn between admiring the delectable view and grabbing her and devouring her delicious self right on the spot.

I settle for something in between.

„Not staying for a cuddle?“, I ask her with a pout and use the words she‘d used on me back then - the first night I had her. Back then when I didn‘t know yet why it had felt different to hold her. Somewhere in between then and now things had changed.

It feels forever ago and she‘s probably already forgotten about it. But when she turns her head around and smirks, I know that she hasn‘t - if it could, my dead little heart would stutter.

„I didn‘t want to rip you from your dreams just yet“, she says, her arms slowly coming down, her upper body turning to me - revealing just how pleasantly naked she is, right in front of me. Gods, she‘s a vision.

„Oh, don‘t worry, my love, I feel like I am still dreaming“, I respond with a grin and stretch out an arm - an invitation for her to join me in an embrace.

She giggles at my answer which makes her nose scrunch - yet again, my withered heart might give out.

She climbs back into bed towards me. „Also, since when do you need to steal my lines?“, she says as she shuffles towards me, her eyebrows are raised. She‘s become so much more sassy since she‘s been with me - I‘m such a good influence.

I place one hand on my bare chest and make a shocked face: „My love, when did I ever have to resort to stealing anything?“ „Yeah yeah yeah, you‘re full of shit, Astarion“, she responds without even looking at me while she lifts up the blanket covering me to scurry under it - did I mention I love her?

She tangles her legs with mine and moves to embrace me fully but I softly press her shoulder down so she lays back while I‘m on my side, leaning on one arm, so I can fully take her in.

We talk and joke and laugh. My eyes and hands keep wandering over her face and body. Her beautiful face with these open silver eyes, the scar over her nose and those tattoos bending away from her lids that make her look so fierce - even though she admitted to me she had them done in a fit of youthful rage. Her body is so soft and warm beneath my hands. She‘s become my sun.

Her warm hand is on my chest while mine explores her. Charting the curves of her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. She‘s full of elegant curves, never-ending liquid motion.

I‘m kissing her now, softly, but it‘s still all teeth and tongues - because in between conversation and trying to imprint her body on my mind, I found, I had to show her how much I love her.

The kiss quickly loses any innocence it had, her hands start to roam my body as well why mine rubs decreasing circles on her breast until it has reached its peak. She moans softly into my mouth which I can only answer with a groan. Knowing how she feels for me, how much she wants me - me, and not just a body - almost breaks me.

My desire for her is rapidly growing, like a wildfire - all consuming.

And I want her - like I possibly never wanted anything in my life; or un-life for that matter.

„Do you-“, I start to ask but her hand immediately grabs my shoulder to pull me down more to her and she nods eagerly while pressing her lips to mine again. I happily give in to my cravings and climb onto her, supporting myself with one arm and with the other grabbing one of her roaming hands to tangle my fingers with hers and push our joint hands down next to her head.

I am in between her legs that wrap around me. Her foot slowly wanders down my calf and almost turns me insane while I smoothly enter her, making her gasp.

She breaks the kiss and her eyes widen when she feels me inside of her - the silver in her irises look molten, swirling with lust and need.

I feel her heat and her wetness and relish the thought that it‘s me that has her writhing and moaning and wanting more.

Her free hand is on my back, softly wandering over it and the lines of a life I‘m trying to forget. Trying to be just here with her.

I move my hips and start kissing her neck and her hand grabs my neck softly, starts caressing the back of my head and tangle in my curls. The soft touch almost makes my eyes roll back in my head while I trail kisses from her one ear to the other.

Then her hand curls at the back of my neck, just the right amount of painful to heighten my pleasure. She arches her neck for me in an invitation - an invitation I might not be able to resist.

I can feel her pulse quicken under my lips while I keep moving - our bodies connecting time and time again taking us both further and further up.

Her intoxicating smell surrounds me, her scent heightened by her rapid heartbeat and lust. It‘s beckoning to me like a siren song, bewitching me, urging me to give in.

But this other need is way more urgent to me. So I kiss her again, teeth only grazing her skin but not drawing any blood, my pace quickens and becomes more desperate.

I lower my body weight almost fully onto her, desperate to feel her soft curves against my body. Being fully skin to skin with her - nothing in between. And she arches her back, her body pressing into mine in an even more intense way.

I look at her face again and see soft pleading in her eyes - wanting me to gently push her over the edge and then jump head-first to join her.

And I am more than willing to be her servant in the cause. I push up again, the sudden loss of body contact making her whimper softly, and I move to let the hand that was holding hers sneak in between us to help her give her what she desires.

But to my surprise she grabs my hand and looks deeply into my eyes while she‘s positively shivering and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasures. „This is about you“, she whispers. Her face and hand nudging me to let go and fall back onto her.

And I hesitate - just a moment - not used to being the one whose needs have priority. But she keeps pushing me, her hand at the back of my head again, pulling me down to her again.

And so I give in fully - giving myself to what I desire most in this moment and to her. Bodies, minds and hearts fully tangled in each other. Quickening the pace yet more, feeling her heat, hearing her and mine ragged breaths.

And then I fall, once more, for her but also for my pleasure, throwing my head back, eyes rolling into the back of my skull, moaning her name while the height of lust pulsates through me.

When I come back down I know she‘s patiently waiting, not expecting anything in return. But I still want to give it to her. She deserves it, every minute piece of affection. She who helped me break my chains, she who offered me her heart and soul with no other motive behind it than wanting to be mine.

I slide from inside her and quickly move down, making her gasp once more in surprise. I press my mouth to her core and start to suck and work my tongue around her most sensitive part - tasting her and myself through it.

It doesn‘t take long. She‘s eager to join me in my fall. And I feel it when it hits her, waves crushing through her, making her moan and press her thighs together around my head while I won‘t let the tip of my tongue stop moving - directing her through her downfall.

And this is where I want to stay - in between her legs, her body wrapped around me, in between the last day and the next, in between the last challenge and the next mortal peril; knowing there‘s no in between between her heart and mine.

[steddieas-shegoes]

saturate me, i can't get enough

rated e 4,066 words cw: please read full note below the cut in regards to terminology used in this ficlet/warnings A really big thank you/shoutout to @patchworkgargoyle for proofreading this and giving me a few great suggestions to make sure this was absolutely perfect for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! Also available on ao3.

This labor of love (and smut) is for my favorite transmasc Steve truther, Gerry. I am so grateful for your contributions to this fandom, and I am even more grateful that you welcome me into your chaos (Tig threads I'm lookin' at you 👀). While I may still not think my writing could be a gift to anyone, let alone a talented writer like you, I will just be positive that you'll enjoy this for what it is which is soft and tender fuckin'.

A VERY SERIOUS NOTE FOR EVERYONE ELSE: I am very much a cis woman. I spoke with Ger before even starting on this because I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with me even attempting to write transmasc Steve. I am using masculine and feminine terms for lower anatomy that he uses in his own fics and his own life with his express permission to do so. If you think this might be a trigger for you, please don't read. I wrote this specifically for Ger, and realize that it may not be for everyone. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing!

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If Eddie had known what exactly he was getting into when he asked Steve on a date, he probably would have done it a lot sooner.

He tugged on the silk ropes around his wrist, just tight enough to keep him in place on the bed, but still loose enough that he knew he could pull out of them if he had to.

Steve refused to tie them any tighter.

“Need you to feel safe with me, Eds,” he’d said with a soft kiss to his lips.

As if he could feel anything other than safe with him. As if he hadn’t spent the last five or so months falling in love with him, learning what makes Steve Steve, figuring out how he could fit in Steve’s life.

Somehow, Eddie ended up naked first, tied up in his own bed, breaths heavy with anticipation of what was to come.

And he had very little idea of what was to come.

He’d already been surprised at how quickly Steve took charge of their date, their first kiss, the torturous ride back to Eddie’s apartment where Steve’s hand just brushed against his cock every minute or so.

Now, he was at Steve’s mercy entirely.

Just the thought of Steve leaving him like this while he touched, and kissed, and bit every part of his body was enough to have him leaking.

“Can’t believe how good you look like this,” Steve groaned from his spot between Eddie’s legs.

Oh, his shirt was off.

Finally.

Eddie whined as he saw Steve’s one and only tattoo, a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, on his left side just under the scar from his top surgery.

He wanted to trace the outline with his tongue, maybe mark it up so that it wasn’t just black ink, cover him in purples and blues that would take days to heal.

But he wouldn’t be able to do that now, not with his hands tied above his head and his legs spread wide enough that he couldn’t get leverage to pull himself up or Steve down.

Next time.

“Steve, please,” Eddie begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for at this point other than touch.

“Sorry, baby. You’re just so distracting.”

Eddie knew he was blushing, could feel the heat on his face and neck, on his chest.

His hands were sweaty where he had them clenched into fists, somehow already overwhelmed before even being properly touched.

Steve’s fingers glided across his chest, pausing to pay attention to his only nipple, laughing to himself when Eddie jumped.

“Sensitive? Maybe this one got all the nerves from the other one being gone,” Steve smirked as he leaned down to flick his tongue over the soft, pink flesh of his one remaining nipple.

It was like an electric shock, a fire burning through his veins and Steve’s tongue was the match that lit it.

He arched his back, chasing the feeling as far as he physically could, pouting when Steve pulled away.

“Hey,” Steve touched his cheek, smiling when Eddie relaxed into the touch. “I know we’re moving fast, but I kinda wanna take my time with you. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, thankful that Steve said it first.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of going as far as they could as fast as they could, not at all. Eddie would be happy with anything.

But taking their time?

He would take all night.

“Wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea,” Steve whispered, breath hot against his lips as he leaned back in.

“Me too,” Eddie’s voice trembled.

Steve’s palm settled against his chest, no doubt feeling how hard and fast Eddie’s heart was beating, but not saying anything about it.

Eddie could feel his pulse in his fingertips, in his toes, in his hair.

“You like being tied up?”

Eddie nodded, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and letting his mind drift to thoughts of being like this hours.

“You want me to do what I want? Not let you pick?”

Eddie didn’t even care about his teasing tone, his knowing smirk.

He wasn’t asking for an answer, he was asking for control, and he already had both.

“I think you want me to take over, ride your face maybe? And then your cock?”

Steve was spot on.

Eddie couldn’t count the amount of times he’d pictured that exact scenario in his head. Just last night, while he was cooking dinner, he thought about the way Steve would taste, how he would look while Eddie took him apart with his tongue, his fingers.

He hadn’t even gotten to picture his cock inside him when the fire alarm started beeping to let him know he was burning his supper.

“Yeah, that’s what you want. Don’t even have to say it, I can see it all over your face,” Steve teased.

He could only imagine.

Steve got off the bed, shushing Eddie’s whines with a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Just getting everything else off, Eds.”

It was said to calm him down, but it just caused him to cant his hips upwards, seeking any type of friction on his leaking cock.

Steve’s eyes never left him as he stripped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his feet stepping out of the pant legs as quickly as he could without tripping.

He joined him on the bed again, settling between his legs and staring down at him, eyes holding so much affection that Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it, where to put it all.

When they made eye contact, Steve smiled softly down at him.

“You okay with this?” He asked, wanting to be sure before they got too carried away.

“More than okay,” Eddie nodded. “Wanna taste you so bad, Stevie.”

“I can make that happen.”

Steve untied one of his hands from the bedframe, but didn’t let it touch any part of him yet.

“This is only so you can tap out if you need to. You’re not allowed to touch anywhere except my leg. Three taps if you need to stop, okay?” Eddie nodded. “Show me.”

Eddie waited for Steve to climb up a bit, straddle his chest, the warmth between his legs enough to make him forget for a moment what he was supposed to be doing.

“Eddie. Show me,” Steve’s voice was stern enough to grab his attention again, and Eddie focused on making his shaking hand tap his thigh three times. “Good boy. You can keep your hand there if it’ll help you remember, but no moving unless it’s to tap.”

Eddie’s head felt cloudy already, something he so rarely experienced with anyone, something he hoped he’d get to keep experiencing with Steve from now on.

Steve shifted back down for long enough to leave a kiss on Eddie’s lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he let out a laugh.

“I can feel your heartbeat between my thighs. A bit excited, aren’t you?” Steve teased him again, but Eddie wasn’t complaining. If anything, it just made his heartbeat louder with anticipation at what he was about to get.

“Need you,” Eddie managed to say.

Steve didn’t wait any longer, scooting his body up so his pussy was level with Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie groaned, lifted his head an inch so he could be even closer.

He needed it, needed him. He couldn’t wait any longer to get a taste.

Eddie’s tongue lapped at Steve’s hole, the only part he could reach at the moment, but it was enough.

Steve let out a long moan, gravelly voice letting out a long “yes” as he rocked his hips forward to get Eddie’s tongue inside.

Eddie closed his eyes and let himself be surrounded by Steve.

His slightly musky smell, the sweat that was rolling down his thighs, the surprisingly sweet slick dripping from his pussy, all of it was better than Eddie could have possibly imagined.

The noises got louder as Steve adjusted himself directly over Eddie’s face.

He pulled away just enough for Eddie to catch his breath, but Eddie didn’t want to catch his breath.

“Need your cock, please,” Eddie begged, not caring if he was breaking an unspoken rule, not caring if he suffocated for it.

But he didn’t get in trouble. In fact, he got exactly what he wanted when Steve settled back down, his dick rubbing against Eddie lips in silent instruction.

Eddie opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and moaned.

“God you’re so good,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand on his thigh, squeezing as he rocked back and forth, taking things slower than Eddie expected him to.

Eddie whimpered, letting out what little breath he had as Steve rested more of his weight on his tongue.

“You made me so wet just laying there, all tied up for me, hng,” Steve groaned.

The hand squeezing Eddie’s moved to the headboard, giving Steve just a bit more leverage to bear down and chase his own release on Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie could feel his fingernails digging into Steve’s thighs, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop unless Steve made him.

He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin, his cheeks, his neck, probably making a mess of his hair and the pillow under him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Steve was making low groaning noises now, his pace getting faster every few thrusts back and forth.

Eddie opened his eyes, wanting to try to see what Steve looked like from this angle.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Steve’s head was thrown back, his arm muscles straining as he held onto the bed, leg muscles and stomach tensing as his pleasure started to crest.

The flush that Eddie had barely gotten to enjoy before was now covering his hairy chest and his neck, a few drops of sweat dripping to his stomach.

Eddie hoped he could lick them up after Steve came.

Steve let out a loud whine and one of his hands fell to Eddie’s hair, his fingers tugging at his roots in a way that reminded him he had no control over any of this.

Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands the best that he could, curling his tongue into a sharper point so that on the next thrust, Steve’s dick was given more pointed pressure.

“Fuck!” Steve yelled out. He looked down at Eddie, hair flopping into his face. “You wanna suck it, baby? You can if you want.”

He sounded so close, breathlessly framing his own wants as something Eddie wanted. And Eddie did want those things.

He was starting to realize he wanted everything with Steve.

It should have been a scary thought, especially when this was just the ending of their first date, but instead of worrying about it, Eddie used all the energy and muscle he could to lift his head up and start to suck on his dick.

“That’s it,” Steve panted, holding Eddie’s head against him, not giving him a chance to move away again. “You’re so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard, fuck.”

Eddie started to nod, and the extra movement seemed to set Steve off.

He felt Steve’s thighs clench, then loosen, then clench again, his hand tightening in Eddie’s hair, and a long moan left his body.

Eddie moaned too, and the vibration sent Steve over the edge.

Steve slowed his pace, but didn’t get up, letting Eddie slowly lick along his folds, gathering up the slick dripping out of him.

When Eddie’s tongue brushed over his cock again, he flinched, but let out a huff of a laugh.

“Sorry, baby, you got me so oversensitive already. You’re too good at that,” Steve said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good at what? Being used?” Eddie managed to ask, voice hoarse.

Steve looked down at him as he moved down to settle against his stomach instead.

“Good at being good for me,” he finally said, seriousness ruined by the hint of fondness in his tone and smile.

“Always wanna be good for you, Stevie,” Eddie admitted.

Steve looked at him for a moment, searched his face for any sign of him lying or being too sex-drunk to be realistic.

But whatever was on Eddie’s face must have shown him that he was serious.

“Yeah, baby. I think you could be,” Steve leaned down to kiss him, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Eddie’s lips and tongue, like he wanted to know what they tasted like together.

Eddie felt his cock pulse, felt the tug in his stomach that let him know he was probably much closer than he should be just from eating Steve out for five minutes.

He didn’t have time to be embarrassed though; Steve was moving down his body further, reaching a hand back to touch his cock.

“Wait!” Eddie leaned his head away.

Steve pulled his hand away and looked at him, frowning as he took in the panicked look on Eddie’s face.

“I just, um, I’m close. Like, pretty sure if you touch me, I will cum all over your hand and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again.”

Steve snorted out a laugh.

“What’s wrong with that?” Steve asked, slowly tracing his fingers across Eddie’s waistline, not even looking as he got closer to his cock.

“I…I don’t know?” Eddie admitted.

And truly, he had no idea why he shouldn’t cum. That was the goal of this, and Steve was making it pretty clear he didn’t mind if he did, might even prefer if he did.

The only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want any of this to end.

“Eds, you’ve been so good for me, I kinda want you to feel good, too. Unless you really don’t want to-”

“No! I do!” Eddie ignored the way Steve was trying to cover his laughter. “I just thought you wanted to ride me.”

“Ohhhh. I see. You’re being selfish.”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, teeth audibly clacking together.

No one had ever called him selfish in bed, not even jokingly.

But Steve’s tone wasn’t joking. His face wasn’t joking.

“I guess you think I don’t wanna see you squirming because I’m wringing the third orgasm from you in less than an hour? Is that it?”

“Uh…”

Steve clicked his tongue.

“I planned on you begging to stop soon enough. Unless you want to stop now? Seems like it might be hard to go to sleep like that, though.”

Steve’s brow raised as he glanced behind him for a moment at Eddie’s red and dripping cock, then looked back at Eddie.

“No, please don’t stop. I…can I be inside you?” Eddie was desperate, and didn’t care if he sounded like it.

“You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up good, make sure I feel who I belong to?” Steve asked as he slowly moved back further, his hand firmly grasping the base of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie whined, bucking his hips up, but not making the contact he needed.

“You can if you promise to clean me up after,” Steve’s hand slid up Eddie’s dick slowly, the pressure not nearly enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him whine.

“I promise. Please,” Eddie nodded, his one free hand making a fist in the sheets while his still tied up hand tugged on the binds.

Steve didn’t respond with words, just sat back and guided Eddie’s cock along the inner lips of his cunt, moaning at the sensation.

“So warm,” Eddie groaned.

“Gonna get me all wet again, baby,” Steve rocked his hips slowly, teasing the tip along his folds and against his entrance. “You’re leaking worse than I am.”

Which may be true at this point. Eddie had spent enough time licking up as much of his mess as possible.

Steve sat down on his cock with no warning.

He hissed, clenching his fists and curling his toes to fight off the impending orgasm.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the way Steve’s pussy sucked him in, clenching around him in a way that left him shivering and panting.

“Good?” Steve asked, smug grin the only thing keeping Eddie from losing it completely.

“Yes, yeah, so good, fuck,” Eddie threw his head back, arching his back as Steve slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down.

Fuck, Eddie wasn’t gonna be able to hold off. He’d just have to live with the embarrassment.

Steve reached up to untie his hand, grabbing his wrist and massaging it in his own hands as he moved his hips in circles.

“Wait, you didn’t-”

“Yeah, I did.”

“When?” Eddie knew his brain hadn’t been working for a while now, but he was certain his eyes had been. Steve hadn’t stretched himself on his fingers this entire time, and going from just Eddie’s tongue barely breaching his entrance to suddenly sitting on his cock, no matter how wet he was, had to be at least a little painful.

“Bathroom when we got home,” Steve shrugged.

Steve had been fingering himself in the bathroom not even an hour ago. Without Eddie. Without even making a noise.

God, Eddie was so fucked. Literally.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, smug grin back in place as he guided Eddie’s hands to his own hips. “Think you can do this part or do I have to do everything?”

Eddie gripped his hips, hoping his fingers would leave bruises, and let himself have this. It may only last for another minute, but he was going to make it worth every second.

He lifted Steve up, then dropped him down, smirking at the loud yelp Steve let out.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, this is just a preview,” Eddie growled out.

“Promise?” Steve gasped as Eddie shoved his hips up as he pulled Steve down.

“Swear. Every night you want me to from now on, Stevie,” Eddie slowed his thrusting, felt the tension building in his abdomen.

Steve groaned as he placed his hands on Eddie’s chest and started lifting his hips up on his own, clenching as he moved up Eddie’s cock.

He quickened his pace, little whimpers leaving him every time his ass met Eddie’s thighs.

“You feel so good, Stevie, gonna cum,” Eddie whined as his thighs clenched.

“Yes, yes, please. You’ve been so good, Eds,” Steve nodded, not pausing for a second.

Eddie’s eyes closed without his permission, Steve’s words hitting him right in the chest, making his breath leave him in one long, drawn-out moan.

Steve didn’t slow down, lacing his fingers with Eddie’s and pushing them backwards onto the sheets as he rode Eddie through his orgasm.

“Kiss me, please,” Eddie begged, opening his eyes to look up at Steve’s flushed face. Sweat was beading along his hairline, bangs flopping into his eyes.

Steve’s lips hovered over Eddie’s, not quite making contact, but close enough for their breaths to mingle together, for the small whimpers Eddie was unintentionally letting out to be swallowed by Steve’s hungry tongue as it grazed against his own.

Eddie was coherent enough to pull one of his hands loose, reaching up to cup Steve’s jaw as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

“Can I?” Eddie asked, moving his hand down his neck, tracing a finger along his collarbone. He looked up at Steve’s wide eyes, felt his pace slow to a stop.

“Can you…?” Steve asked, breathless as he tried to figure out what Eddie was trying to ask him.

“Can I touch your cock? Want you to come on mine.”

Eddie felt Steve clench around him, his cock almost over sensitive enough for it to be painful.

“Yeah, I’m close,” Steve admitted, pulling his other hand away to sit back so Eddie had easier access to his dick.

He was dripping, and Eddie’s cum was leaking from his hole now that he’d stopped moving and Eddie was starting to get soft.

Eddie’s fingers gathered up as much as they could, gliding down to where his cock was still inside him and away a few times, just to tease.

“Eddie…”

“Sorry, sorry. Just like touching you,” Eddie smiled up at him, at the way Steve’s back was arched, at the way his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself up.

Steve grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his dick, impatience finally taking over.

“I like you touching me too, but if I don’t get to come again soon, you won’t touch me again for the rest of the night,” Steve snarked.

Eddie loved him.

He didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers so his knuckles rested against the sides of his dick, still teasing, but at least where Steve wanted it now. He didn’t move for a moment, wanted Steve to be desperate enough to rock forward.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whined.

“Look who’s begging now,” Eddie teased. “You’re so hard, sweetheart. Should’ve told me you were this close earlier. Would’ve taken care of you.”

Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Eddie’s knuckles started dragging up and down his dick.

Watching Steve fall apart above him like this, making him fall apart, especially when he’d been the one in control all night, was making Eddie feel unstoppable.

This was all he ever wanted: making Steve feel good in any way Steve wanted or needed.

Eddie started jerking his fingers faster, watching as Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuuuuuck,” Steve groaned, shifting his hips up for more pressure, for anything else he could possibly get.

“That’s it, Stevie. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you.”

And just like Steve’s words had done for Eddie before, Eddie’s must have been the final straw for Steve.

Steve’s thighs shook as he came, his fingers digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he fell forward, trapping his hand against his pulsing dick.

“Hmm,” Steve moaned out as his grasp loosened, leaving half-moons in Eddie’s skin.

Eddie knew he would be hard again soon. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if he got hard while still inside Steve.

But Steve’s eyes opened, and Eddie somehow fell further.

“I don’t wanna stop,” Steve whispered, leaning in to kiss along his jawline, letting his teeth gently brush against his chin before pecking his lips.

“I’ve got perfectly good fingers. Or…” Eddie leaned up to kiss him, smirking when he felt Steve grind against him. “You could also fuck me.”

Steve’s responding groan was muffled by Eddie’s chest, a laugh immediately following.

“As much as I would love to, and will as soon as I have energy, I was thinking maybe we could just…stay like this?” Steve looked up towards the end, a pink blush coating his cheeks unlike anything Eddie had ever seen on him before.

Steve didn’t get embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t get flustered, at least not where others could see him.

He was Mr. Charming, the smoothest guy around, the one who always knew how to respond in a flirty situation.

But right now, all Eddie saw was vulnerability, his eyes mirroring back the love Eddie felt but hadn’t put into words.

“Like this or on our sides?” Eddie whispered, not wanting the moment to be broken.

“Like this for now.”

Eddie gave a single nod, not mentioning that they should probably clean up a little, or the fact that Robin would be home soon and the bedroom door was wide open.

Steve kissed his chest before he settled with his head in the crook of his neck, breath hot against Eddie’s pulse point.

Eddie’s cock was hard again inside Steve, but both of them ignored it, savoring the feeling of finally having each other.

Steve was asleep quickly, and Eddie let his mind wander as he traced his fingers up and down Steve’s back.

This first date felt a lot like the beginning of a long future.

–

When Eddie woke up the next morning, his cock was in Steve’s mouth, and Steve already had two fingers in his hole, lube slowly dripping between his cheeks.

“What a way to wake up,” Eddie moaned.

Steve pulled off of him, already smirking, lips red and glistening with spit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie. Keep going,” Eddie’s voice was rough from sleep.

“You got it, baby.”

[ethicstownpod]

Audio drama ask meme: Creator edition

The last one was extremely fun, but I want this one to help people help promo their wonderful shows!

1. What stage of production is the most fun for you?

2. What’s a role in a different show you’ve heard one of your cast members in and just been absolutely blown away by?

3. Show us an excerpt of script you’re extremely proud of.

4. Is there a specific episode that was especially fun to work on?

5. Be honest, which is your favourite character to write lines for?

6. You have to turn your podcast into a different type of media: what do you go for?

7. Tag a show you think would make a great crossover with your own (and maybe make it happen, who knows 👀)

8. Pick a character from your show and put together an outfit you think they’d wear.

9. If your show was a different genre what genre would it be and how would the plot change?

10. Recommend a couple of other shows for people who like your own!

11. Share a fun bts fact people might not know.

12. Share something about a future episode that will mean nothing right now but will one day.

13. What’s your favourite portion of sound design from the show?

14. Share a show meme.

15. Are you working on anything else outside of this show?

16. Briefly outline your process for making a season happen.

17. What’s something that inspired your show?

18. What’s something you’d like the audience to take away from your show?

19. Do you have any playlists/music you listen to while working on production?

20. What’s a moment from the show that just absolutely took your breath away when you heard it come together for the first time?

As always, please reblog, share, and enjoy! No need to send asks!

[captainswanwipwednesdays]

CS WIP Wednesday Challenge (an evergreen list)

A new WIP writing challenge every week! Dust off your keyboards and bust out your red pens, because we're summoning the muse whether she likes it or not 🧚‍♀️

Feel free to jump in and out as you please - just make sure to tag us so that we can reblog all your updates!

If the week's prompt doesn't work for you, write anything you want! Write what calls to you! Just write something! The same fic can also be used for more than one prompt!

Week 1

👻 The WIP haunting you most (you know which one it is - it's the first one that came to mind when you saw this challenge)

Week 2

👵 Your oldest posted WIP (can you even remember what year it was when that one first went up?)

Week 3

🥰 Your favorite WIP (which one do you actually WANT to be writing right now, regardless of what anyone else thinks of it)

Week 4

🕛 The WIP that has gone the longest without an update (have pity on us readers please)

Week 5

💡 The WIP that has all the notes/outline already done but you haven't managed to start (that's half the work done already!)

Week 6

🎂 The WIP you most recently updated (more cake!)

Week 7

🤏 Your shortest WIP (as in the one that will be the shortest, so short that you can totally write it... right? right.)

Week 8

🤷‍♀️ Any WIP - 500 words (shake that muse until words fall out - any words at all!)

Week 9

📜 Your longest WIP (look how many words you've already written! What's a few more?)

Week 10

🫶 Your WIP with the least amount of notes (let's give it the attention it deserves!)

Week 11

☝️ A oneshot WIP (come on, you can do it! It'll totally stay a oneshot....)

Week 12

🔥 That smutty WIP/scene you've been avoiding (suck it up and write the smut - or fade it to black - just don't let a little smut stand in your way!)

Week 13

☹️ The WIP you started and abandoned/decided not to post (don't let that WIP be an orphan!)

Week 14

🙌 Your posted WIP with the most comments/kudos/notes (give the people what they want!)

Week 15

✍️ That one scene/bit of dialogue in a WIP you don't want to/haven't been able to write (make them do the thing or say the thing even if they do or say it badly!)

Week 16

🃏 Dealer's choice (whatever your heart desires, writers, that's all we want you to have)

Week 17

😈 A new WIP (You've already got so many on the go... what's one more?)

Week 18

😭 That WIP that's going to be so long and involved you don't even want to think about it (Time to bite the bullet and write that first/next sentence)

Week 19

🪈 The WIP you talked about but never started (we're waiting - time to pay the piper...)

Week 20

👀 Let someone else pick which WIP they'd love you to update (it's not peer pressure if it's your friends right?)

🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋

Feel free to send me any suggestions you might have and we can add them to the list - There will be a weekly post as well for each topic as a reminder.

Happy Writing!

[blorb-el]

hey! ive been reading your fic where clark kinda raises kon 👀👀 it's SO good! can we expect an update soon? (just curious, not trying to rush you!)

thank you!!! yes definitely update will come Soon, I really wanted to finish edits on chapter 7 last weekend but it did not quite happen. BUT. I did just finish another page of edits tonight, only four more to go, so i think this upcoming weekend is a realistic goal!

i might still tweak this but here is the draft's opening little snippet. before stuff gets going :)

There is a hand touching its face. It must be Lex, because the hand is gentle. Clark turns its head into the hand, and it pulls away, and the Green forces it down again.

There is a hand on its jaw. It opens its mouth. What is put in is strange. Small and cold. It is not difficult at first to keep its throat open but the thing just keeps going and going, and Clark is afraid, and gags, and tries to struggle, and the Green forces it down again.

There is a high, clear, cold ringing note in its right ear, and muffled sounds around it. Clark tries to turn its head, to hide the part of it that is hurt, to protect it from a blow, but there is a hand touching its forehead, steadying it, and murmured words it can’t catch on to no matter how desperately it strains to rise and listen, and the Green forces it down again.

There is a strange weightlessness, and a dark silhouette above it, yellow light outlining it.  Clark stares up at the shape and swallows around the tube in its throat as its body desperately drinks in the light, awakens to the various pains across its body. Low voice, nightmare snarl. The shape looks off to the side, shakes its head sharply. Then the bigger shadow is standing beside the smaller shadow, Green in its fist, and the Green forces it deep.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Ah, here we are! 

This is your mandatory post about my new fic and next fic ‘L’appel Du Vide’ (LDV) - also known as the mavid rwrb au. As usual, I thought I’d share some info about the fic so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into. So, here you go. 

Is this fic based on the Red, White, and Royal Blue movie or book?

I’d say both. But it’s primarily based on the book because I like the book better and there is more material for me to work with. 

2. Do I need to watch the movie/read the book to read LDV?

Not at all. If you’ve not read/watched rwrb, you don’t have to. It won’t affect your reading experience, I promise.

3. Does the fic have the same plot as rwrb?

Yes and no. This fic is an adaptation because I have to change the story to fit my characters. For example, Max is not going to have a bi-crisis like Alex did and David’s backstory is different because god knows Albert ain’t no Arthur Fox! So, the characterization and flow are quite different. But since it’s based on rwrb, many of the ‘key scenes’ are there - but they’re just adjusted and changed to fit my characters. 

4. How many chapters and whose POV is it from?

Similar to the books, the fic will be from a single POV - Max’s. But I will include a David chappy because we haven’t gotten his POV in so long and I’m mad about it. There are 20 chapters in total - this might change slightly if I decided to experiment with the outline. 

5. Is it true this fic has smut? 👀

Apparently so 👀 Look. It’s in the outline. I intend to write it. But this is my first time writing smut and some of you know I struggle with it and am self-conscious about it. I also find it weird to write sex scenes about people I know (I KNOW MAVID OKAY?). But this is a writing challenge and one I’m willing to explore. So, let’s see how it goes. Max and David’s relationship begins as a sexual one as it does in the rwrb book. So, there will definitely be sex scenes for sure. I just don’t know how smutty or explicit it will be. Y’all know I hate saying erection! And trust me, there will be many erections in this story. 

6. What’s the posting schedule?

Ah. This is the tricky part. I’ve decided to do a weekly posting schedule for this fic. In other words, one chapter per week. I’m going to be a bit busy in April and May. So, I know I won’t be able to commit to two chapters a week. I might try to whenever I can. But I’m setting one chapter a week as the target. 

Are you excited to write it?

Very much so! The last few fics I’ve written (TLND, IALS, FMF, LBAF) have been very heavy - both in plot, themes and writing. Even the posting schedule was so intense. While there are definitely heavy themes in LVD, I see this fic as more of a rom-com. So, I think it’d be fun to write! And I love writing Max pov when he isn’t suffering hehe. I really want this fic to be a fun one!  

A gentle reminder that this is not a malec fic, so please do not ask me for their povs or scenes or try to make this fic about them. I’ve seen that happen with my other mavid fics and so I hope it won’t be the case for this one. 

Finally, a quick shoutout to @gospi and @ladyoflilies who have been bullying me and supporting me behind the scenes to write this fic and have been excited as as I am. 

The first chapter will drop tomorrow (it’s already written and was written months ago!). Until then, here are some (theme) songs for you to listen to. See you tomorrow! 

[lo1k-diamonds]

Help me choose my next series...

I have two outlines that work for an ongoing event, and I thought to write both (I want to write both) but I might not have the time, so help me choose where to start!

The first one is Survival Tactics - Jungkook was banned from coming home for years, but he's asked to come back to lead the Jeon family after his brother dies in an accident, only to find out that his widow is the one that got away, and that he can't trust her.

The second is Stellar Behavior - Yoongi is an officer who can't let Jimin be put away for a crime he didn't commit. There's only one person who has the evidence to save him - and you're not going to make it easy.

(Both have angst and smut 👀🔥)

Thank you for your help! 💜

[arlerts-angel]

Hello! I imagine reader waking up in the morning and going to the bathroom to take a shower but they forgot to lock the door and Armin comes in.... At first he just stares at them embarrassed but then he joins them *wink, wink* he talking dirty too....Dom! Armin + reader...

Bye! Have a great day and take care!!!!❤️

note: nonny!! 👀😩 foaming at the mouth rn! also, thank you and you too!! 🫶🏻 sorry this took so long i hope it's worth the wait!

cw: dom!armin x afab!reader, unprotected piv sex, lots of dirty talk. pet names used: good girl, pretty, pretty baby

you rinse conditioner out of your hair, warm drops of water pelt against your skin. the glass door of the shower is a little foggy, blurring the outline of your body. you slide the door open to grab your body scrub. in the same moment, your roommate opens the door.

"shit-!" you freeze, both staring at each other. once you're able to move again, you quickly close the door. "shit, i'm so sorry." he says.

is he really sorry, though? you can't see it, but he's got a shit-eating grin on his face and his dick may as well have been out as hard as it was against the fabric of his boxers.

"mind if i join you?" he asks, quite boldly. you'd never deny a moment like this, but he doesn't know that... right? "uh, sure. why not? you've already seen everything." he drops his boxers eagerly and steps into the shower with you. you look him up and down, definitely looking a little too long at his erection... drooling even? try as you might to deny the thoughts crossing your mind, but he knows. he can see your eyes, the way your thighs squeeze together ever so slightly, the trail of saliva from your slightly open mouth. he knows.

you shake away your thoughts when you feel his hand on the back of your head, strands of your wet hair between his fingers. he tilts your face up, so you're forced to look at him. "can i kiss you?" you nod, unable to form a comprehensible sentence. he leans in and presses his soft lips against yours.

before long he's telling you to hold onto him tight. he presses your back against the shower wall and kisses your neck softly. he aligns his dick with your entrance. you both moan as he slides his length into you. "fuck you're so tight. i knew you'd feel good." he whispers in your ear. the first few thrusts of his cock were gentle, allowing you to adjust. now, without hesitation, he fucks you relentlessly, holding you by the hips and slamming the tip of his cock right against your sweet spot. "rub your clit for me. i want you to cum on my dick." you oblige, sliding your hand between your body and his to rub little circles around your clit. "that's a good fucking girl. look so pretty when you touch yourself. even prettier taking my dick." you moan his name followed by something inaudible. "what's that sweetheart? can't hear you." he taunts. "said you fuck so good." you reply through breaths and moans. "yeah? how sweet. just for that i'll let you cum twice tonight." he says as he pounds into your already sore pussy. "fuck– armin 'm gonna cum." he smirks. "think you can you hold it for me? i'm almost there." you nod and hold back your orgasm as long as possible. his thrusts grow more intense as he gets closer to cumming himself. "such a fucking good girl. cum for me pretty baby." he groans, releasing his hot load deep in your pussy as you cum simultaneously.

here you go babes eat up ♡ ̆̈

[wildelydawn]

that trio fic of ferran, pedri and gavi sounds super good like, i'm listening 👀📢

Alright my friend, buckle the fuck up because I have 1500 words for you (none of it is smut, this is just the lead up). I might end up finishing this some day because I've outlined the rest at the end, but for now, enjoy.

-

“Fuck, I just want someone to get me off,” Ferran complains as soon as they’re back at the hotel. 

Pedri had every intention of just going to sleep. He’s not one to drink, but after being told, “We’re on vacation,” for the hundredth time that night, he decided to have “something fruity, since he’s from the tropics,” as Gavi so eloquently told the bartender. She had rolled her eyes: either too drunk herself to realize who she was serving or simply totally oblivious to football. 

“It’s not the tropics,” Pedri had argued exactly once before getting lost in a mango strawberry something. God, was it sweet. And no one stopped him from ordering three more, especially since Gavi would complain about his beer and then “hold” Pedri’s drink for him.

Yeah, real clever.

So when he fumbled around with his wallet to get the hotel passkey out, his first stop was going to be the horrendously expensive mini fridge to drink all the water he possibly could. But leave it to Ferran to invite himself in and for Gavi to follow them around, his tail between his legs like a wounded dog at the shelter.

Yeah, all three of them are coming home alone. Except Ferran’s the only one who’s actually mad about that.

“I can understand both of you being alone, but I seriously thought that one girl was down.”

Pedri tries to catch Gavi’s eye, to silently ask Which girl? Ferran had talked to at least a dozen.

Gavi, though, is far more insulted. “What do you mean you understand us being alone?”

Ferran groans. “Well, you look like you’re twelve, and Pedri’s wearing those awful jeans, so. Let’s face it. Not the best wingmen.”

Pedri looks down at his outfit. “What’s wrong with how I dress?”

“If you have to ask.” Ferran sighs and plops down on the couch. 

Gavi snorts. “If you were any better with women, you wouldn’t need a wingman. Or to chat up a whole fucking bar.”

Pedri agrees, but he’s finally managed to get the cap off his water. He drinks heavily, polishing off the first bottle before cracking into another. His head isn’t so fuzzy. It was worse half an hour ago, when they were in the cab, but standing is a bit of a struggle, and, God, is he thirsty. 

“Says the guy who talked to exactly two people before getting piss drunk.”

“I’m not piss drunk,” Gavi argues back. “Why does everything have to be about getting laid? Why can’t we just be on vacation and have fun?”

Pedri shoots him a dirty look. “Bro, going out was your idea!” 

“If we had it your way, we’d never go out again.”

“Yeah because we wasted four hours, a couple hundred Euros, for nothing. I could’ve stayed home and watched-”

“Oh here he goes, fucking Game of Thrones-”

“I still haven’t watched the ending!” Pedri shouts. “I thought we were supposed to be relaxing!”

Ferran leans back into the sofa cushions, watching the both of them. “As much as this is entertaining, I’m still mad at you idiots.”

Gavi turns back to Ferran. “Why are you mad at me?!”

“Because neither of you helped and you probably made it worse-”

“Okay, for the last time. We didn’t prevent you from getting laid. Take it up with your tiny dick and terrible pick up lines.”

Ferran scowls. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious! We’ve been here two days, and it’s like you’re hellbent on getting your dick wet!”

Pedri nods along because Gavi is right. Ferran has been on the prowl since they landed. He even hit on the lady at the lobby, who flushed very prettily before making a show of her wedding ring while checking them in. 

“You’ve got a couple million. Hire someone,” Pedri says without thinking. Both Gavi and Ferran stop their squabbling to turn to Pedri, shock on their faces. “What?”

“Uh, wow. He must be sloshed.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Pedri groans, a hand over his eyes. He needs to pee. Drinking water that fast, not smart. “It’s a solution.”

“Yeah, no thanks man. I know you’re into the whole MILF thing, but I would prefer someone from this generation.”

Pedri registers the insult. Ferran poking fun at his tenacity to run after older women, but the slight comes from a man who’s sitting alone on his couch, positively bitchless, so he’s not that offended. 

“Damn, what was her name again? Maria? Do you think I could find her on Insta?” Ferran has his phone out. “She has to be on Tinder.”

Gavi turns to Pedri. “He’s hopeless.”

“It’s only 2:00AM,” Ferran scowls again. “Just because you guys are prudes doesn’t mean I have to suffer.”

“Can you go suffer in your room, then?” Pedri asks, but Ferran pays him no mind.

“None of these girls look like they give good head.”

Pedri groans. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Spoken like a true prude-”

“Theoretically, men do suck dick the best,” Gavi says solemnly. Pedri doesn’t know how or from where, but Gavi’s managed to find a beer to crack open and drink. 

“What?”

“I mean, girls can suck dick pretty well, but obviously a guy would know better.” Gavi takes another sip of his beer as if debating dick sucking skills is just another conversation topic between the bros. “Because he’s a guy.”

“What?”

“Are you stupid?” Pedri asks abruptly. “Or just drunk?”

Ferran holds up his phone. “I’m trying to figure out what he’s saying while swiping!”

“He’s saying that because guys get their dicks sucked, they probably know how to suck dick better than a girl,” Pedri explains. He feels his ears getting redder at each time the word “dick” leaves his mouth. 

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Ferran says with a laugh.

“Well, have you ever had your dick sucked by a guy?” Gavi challenges. 

“Uh, no,” Ferran chuckles. “But I’ve had some pretty great blowjobs before, all from women. So, if you don’t mind…” Ferran points to his phone.

Gavi snorts. “Good luck with that.”

Pedri anticipates the conversation to be dead but Ferran, who’s never really been one to shut the fuck up, immediately complains, “God, this app sucks. What is wrong with this city? Is no one trying to get laid?”

“Maybe they just don’t wanna suck tiny dick,” Pedri giggles, then bursts out into laughter. He laughs and laughs, turning away from them as Gavi and Ferran continue their argument. God, I need to pee.

“Everyone’s probably too drunk to get laid-”

“Then why are they on the fucking app as available-”

“Just give up already!”

“No, I’m horny, and I’m going back out there.”

“Really? Really? You think that’s safe?”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s safe, I came here to party, you’re both fucking downers, and I’m gonna get my dick wet, like you said I should-”

“Get on the couch-”

“No, I’m leaving- what are you doing-”

“I’ll fucking do it-”

“What the fuck-”

“You said you wanted to get your dick wet-”

“Wait, Gavi-”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Pedri announces to literally no one before throwing the bottle over his shoulder and walking to the bathroom that’s across from the kitchenette. He shuts the door behind him, sighing at the peace and quiet. Thankfully, it seems Gavi and Ferran have stopped fighting.

Maybe they’ll leave now.

Pedri unzips his allegedly ugly pants and pisses into the toilet, yawning as he does. Of course, it would be nice to be with someone right now. But he’s woefully single, and, to some degree, Ferran is right. His love for older women doesn’t translate well into finding a steady relationship. Not that he’s on the hunt for one. As much as they failed tonight, he can’t deny wanting intimacy. Nor can he blame Ferran for being so goddamn feral. They’re on this vacation to blow off steam. 

Maybe tomorrow night, we can actually go have fun.

Pedri resolves to be a better wingman as he washes his hands and towels them off. He opens the bathroom door and comes out to the living room, ready to tell his friends that tomorrow’s a new day, with new women, and a new chance at love.

The words die in his mouth when he sees what Gavi is doing with his.

“G-Gavi?”

And Ferran is just sitting there, on the couch, his pants shoved down to his ankles, a wicked smile on his face, half shrugging like “What? It just happened!” Like Gavi tripped and fell mouth first into his lap.

“Care to join us, Pedri?”

(Okay, so after that, Gavi proceeds to blow them both before they basically reduce Gavi to a total mess. I'm talking about bullying Gavi a little bit since this was his idea, and then praising him for sucking dick so well. Ferran insists on fucking Gavi first because he's the one who's actually desperate for it while Pedri is just awestruck, like "God, that's my best friend and he takes cock like a champ" before deciding that he needs more of Gavi's mouth. They end up spitroasting Gavi to high heaven and basically swapping between who gets his mouth and who gets his ass. And of course, it ends in some snuggling after. Maybe Ferran leaves halfway through the night because he's like "Okay, that was nice, but I do actually want pussy at some point" but Gavi and Pedri wake up late and fuck in the shower because that's what best friends do.)

EDIT: This is now a full story on Ao3.

[jeonghoneyss]

hi for the wip game I want to know about 2 baddies (1 porsche), jeongho long flights, and jay ibn jafar? 👀

helloooo <3 thanks for the ask, sorry it took me so long to get to it!

2 Baddies (1 Porsche) is actually one of my transformers wips, so i won't bore you too much with the details. the porsche in question (mirage) is also one of the baddies. in this one he makes a pet of a stray kitten and his human friend (noah) has to deal with it.

here's a short snippet from my (messy) outline (i do my outlines in notepad, hence the forward slashes in the place of italics):

"You're being weird," Noah says. Mirage's headlights flicker. "No, I'm not. /You're/ being weird." Noah is unimpressed. "Did you get that comeback from Kris?" Mirage whines. His hand is still pressed to his chassis, and Noah is starting to wonder if there isn't something seriously wrong with Mirage. He's getting tired of Mirage's weird evasions, like he's trying to hide something, and so he tries-- "Come on," he says. "I thought we were boys?" Mirage looks at him. The sincerity is sudden and heavy, and then he says, "Yeah. Yeah, of course we're boys. You rearranged my insides, man, of course we're boys!" "Should've never put you back together again," Noah mutters. "So then tell me what's going on," he continues, and Mirage, suddenly looking incredibly guilty, tries to pretend nothing's going on. Noah's not having it. Mirage pops his glove box open. Inside, staring up at Noah with huge, wet eyes, is a kitten. "I couldn't leave it!" Mirage says, defensive. "Look at it, Noah, how could I leave it? It was in a carboard box, all alone, what was I supposed to do with it?" "What are we supposed to do with it /now/, Mirage?" Mirage doesn't say anything. His silence is loud. Noah has a horrible feeling that he knows what's coming. "Can we--" and here it is, and what is Noah supposed to /do/ when Mirage is looking at him so pleadingly? His optics look as big and wet as the cat's eyes. A gear inside Noah's chest thunks. "Can we keep it?" "You got /pets/ on Cybertron?" Noah asks, in disbelief. "It's /cute/," Mirage protests. The kitten interjects with a meow.

jeongho long flights i answered for april telomirage here, but to give you a summary, it's about cadet pilot yang jeongin and his coming of age. he leaves his mother's house and goes to train as a space pilot; he finds a family in his new crew. minho clocks that he's got some mommy issues and proceeds to help him work through them in the most annoying way possible.

here is a short snippet:

‘We’re a team,’ Minho says. ‘We look out for each other. You’re part of our team too, Jeongin.’ We’re not a team, Jeongin wants to scream. He doesn’t want anyone’s empty words and meaningless platitudes. He doesn’t want Minho to humour him.

i think you already know all there is to say about jay ibn jafar at the moment! jay is part genie, but he doesn't realise it until he's off the isle and in auradon; scar and shere khan live in the caves next to hades; lots of thoughts about jay's relationship with his dad and the 'no team in i' mentality vs being part of a crew vs having friends. harry hook is there and he's an absolute bastard. i might look into the captain hook etonian good form/bad form thing from peter pan too, or that might be another wip

here is the summary paragraph i did (there isn't much actual writing at the moment):

Jay’s first lesson is that a treasure is something that will rescue you. (Jay, perched on his Baba’s knee, learning. Your child is your wealth, after all.)  Then, a treasure is something that makes you happy. A treasure is something that you need. A treasure can be stupid and wrong and pitiful. A treasure must be protected. You could be protected, too, if you were treasure enough. Protecting things makes you feel good. You could protect a treasure, maybe. You can’t protect your treasures. Your treasures don’t need protecting anymore – so why are you here? You lean into giving everything you think you can give them, so that they keep you around, even though you can’t give them your protection anymore. You know you have a treasure, and it’s not a shameful secret you have to struggle to admit to yourself anymore. Your treasures consider you a treasure, and it’s news to you, and you don’t have to be their protector, you can lean on them, too.

[dropout-if]

I'm super curious as to what inspired each of ur stories. 👀👀

AAA this! Thank you.

The Deal first came to be back in 2018 I think. I had just played The Arcana and I fantasized of making a visual novel of my own. The firsts drafts of The Deal thus came to be, and once I grew obsessed with IFs and finally overcame my fear of coding I decided to rewrite it. I really really like Dante's Divina Comedia and just wanted to reimagine it lol + the topic of grief and how different people cope with it is very interesting to me.

Dropout I think I've explained a few times, but I started writing it because of both stress and frustration because of school + my fear of people moving on and leaving me behind. I think it's fun/very healing to write so much pain and to have the possibility to grow from it^^

Love Bites is how I cope from writing angst lol. I've been an intern at a couple offices and really really liked it there (surprisingly). The topic of Human Rights is very interesting to me, so I've always wondered how Monster Rights would work in a slice of life/realistic setting. (I might be wrong but this came from me obsessing with One Piece and the Gyojin species years ago).

+ not really an if I plan to write or outline in a long time but Sed is me coming to peace with Spanish history and the Civil War lol (I was very tormented by it because of my exams). I think not so many people outside of my country have as much context to it as Spaniards do. And it's always fun to Rewrite History^^

[leiawritesstories]

20 Questions for Writers!

Thanks for the tag @writtenonreceipts!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 and counting 👀

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

226,575

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily for Throne of Glass, but I'm always open to writing for more fandoms :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Chef Rowan

Fly The Black Flag

Until Proven Guilty

Wild Proposal Stories

Quarter After One

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!! Comments are one of the best parts of being a writer/creator and it makes me happy to both receive and give them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Late-Night Dances, which involves MCD🫣🫣 or really any of the handful of fics I've written where a character doesn't make it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooh maybe Fly The Black Flag? I kind of borrowed the ending from POTC but changed some things, and a little while later, I was able to write a sort of epilogue/outtake where Rowaelin have a child, and it was super fluffy and cute and heartwarming.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? I don't think so, this community is genuinely wonderful and so supportive :))

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do, hehe. I've only ever written F/M explicit content

10. Do you write crossovers?

Well......sort of. I like to sneak in characters from the other SJM books if it's possible and if it works, and once upon a time I tried to write a crossover fic that has since been abandoned 😂. But if it's ever in the cards, I'd love to properly write one!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also nope, but that would be so cool

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Possibly 👀👀👀 @mariaofdoranelle

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Rowan x Aelin. They will never not be an OTP.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably The Only Option, which has a whole plan/outline and some notes for the plot but will probably never be anything more than what it is. This also happens to be the fic that sparked my main idea for an original novel, so it might never be more of a fanfic, idk.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know lol. I think I can write family dynamics/kids pretty well, but I grew up with a bunch of siblings so it's kind of easier for me to write sibling and family dynamics. I'm also the proud (?) owner of an inner angst monster that I call Frederick, and he's very very good at having ideas for making situations painful 🤭

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely consistency. Even in oneshots, I'm prone to forgetting what I wrote earlier or if they're linked oneshots/in the same setting or world, I tend to forget or change details about the setting, which just bothers me SO much. And don't even get started on how horribly inconsistent I am in long fics 😭😭 like, I'm a hella planner, but somehow I'll be rereading old parts of a draft (hello, Until Proven Guilty) and realize that there are big glaring gaps from the earlier parts to the later parts and just cry over the plot holes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it! If the language is significant to a certain character, particularly to their background/development, I love to see dialogue in another language. Wish I spoke better in the other languages that I sort of know (Spanish/tiny bit of Italian) so I could incorporate it into writing. I think it's also super super amazing how some writers can create original languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bloody Jack Throne of Glass! Started writing and never stopped lol ;)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i had a whole lot of fun writing DILF Rowan, which came from a prompt. also really really enjoyed The Assassin and the Princess, which is a sort of alternate canon reimagining.

some tags if you want: @mariaofdoranelle @elentiyawhitethorn @tomtenadia @house-of-galathynius @rowanaelinn and anyone else who wants to!!!