the-californicationist

[the-californicationist]

@kit-williams once again, I have no idea what the hell this is, but I need it 😵‍💫👹

just learned about aquilan shield custodes... oh to have a huge golden bodyguard following you like a scary dog 24/7, not even leaving you alone to sleep... it'd be a shame if he got a little too possessive, even more so than his duty could justify... a shame if one of the emperor's finest found himself utterly besotted with his ward, wanting things that custodians aren't made to want... a real shame if you became the prize and obsession of your big golden boy, knowing that there was basically no force strong enough, not even space marines, to keep you away from his affections... 👀

Having a Custodes get attached to you would be a weird fucking thing. I mean most of them are super stoic even more so than Astartes, but they are capable of emotion. I mean in Saturine Valdor smiles at a guardsmen making a joke about stripping naked and running into battle, and in another book I can't remember a few custodes joke about another having a stick up his ass.

An Aqulian Shield being placed in change of protecting a particular human and having to spend so much of his time protecting you, perhaps you don't even know he is there at first, until he eventually reveals himself to you. You know he's always watching now, always making sure nothing ever happens to you. You're his charge, his one and only to protect and make sure the future comes to pass.

He doesn't know what love is, but surely this feeling in his chest in that, yes? His overwhelming desire to keep you away from everything, to keep you in his light. Can Custodes love? He's heard of Astartes tempted by such a thing, but could the Emperor give him such a flaw? He doesn't know, but he knows he wants you.

[the-californicationist]

Hiii

First of all I wanted to thank you for your amazing fics 🤩. They have become a part of my life and I can’t live without them anymore 🥹💖

Secondly, I wanted to ask about a fic if you would consider. 🫶

Price is injured in his thigh and we are a medic. When attending to the wound the tension rises and a little bit of teasing from our part? 😌

Also, Price can’t take us like he wants because of the wound but we can do 69?

Or maybe something more thrilling! I know you are the greatest in ideas and writing! ❤️‍🔥

Thank you a loooot. (*＾3＾）/～♡

Do No Harm

After being shot in the leg, Captain Price is put on strict bed rest by his medic: you. When he threatens to break your orders, you decide to use your rank against him.

AO3 Link

TW: female reader, face fucking, hurt/comfort, come play

When the captain got shot, all hell broke loose. Ghost and Gaz retaliated swiftly, and the bomb that Soap rigged to blow the enemy encampment was more than a little overkill. The four of them had shown up back at your makeshift base, sweaty, bloody, and exhausted. 

“What happened?” You asked the tall lieutenant, searching his face as he removed the skull mask, looking for signs as to how serious it was. 

“He took a hit to the thigh. Dead bloody center,” the tall Brit rolled his captain over, the latter of whom let out a torrid string of curses and shouts, nasty enough to make you blush. 

You inspected the wound, but his clothing was in your way. Ripping your scissors out of your chest armor, you set to cutting him out of his trousers, and you tried not to let the panic get the best of you. 

The truth was that you were keeping a secret. You were sleeping with their captain. You and John had broken a series of rules (and furniture) over the past four months, enjoying each other in the most primal, carnal way. Every night that he was on base, he sneaked into your medbay, aching with something other than pain and searching for his cure. 

You knew it was wrong. It was so far beyond protocol that you wouldn’t be surprised if they court martialed you when they found out, but you didn’t care. You were addicted to him. When he was away for too long, you crawled through the hallways and out into the common rooms with a slick problem between your legs. Something only his fat cock and filthy mouth could solve. 

He was terrible with you. Nothing was off-limits. He used you like a toy, and his fervid want was enough to burn you alive. In the darkness, his grasping hands and hot breath scorched your skin, searing across your belly, pinching your nipples, playing in your lips, all for the express purpose of making you come. It was his favorite thing. By the sixth, the seventh, when you were begging him to squeeze his pulsing rod inside of you, pleading in whispered cries for him to fuck you, he would chuckle with a dark joy. Teasing you, calling you his pretty little plaything, reminding you that you were fully at his mercy. 

It was hard to see him like this, but you were good at your job, and luckily, the bullet had gone right into the muscle. No broken femur, no arterial damage. Your predator would live to hunt you another day. 

“I need everybody out. Come back in an hour,” you commanded. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Gaz replied, leading the others out of the clinic to debrief and regroup after a hard night. 

You sliced through his canvas pants, slipping the shears through the fabric to reveal his bare skin. He never wore any underwear, which you were always quick to rib him for. Then, you inspected the wound. They had packed it in the field, and as you removed the dressings, more and more blood pooled out of the hole, obscuring your view. You worked as fast as you could, administering as much anesthetic as you had on hand, knowing that it wasn’t enough. He was doing everything he could not to writhe in pain as you threw stitch after stitch. 

“Jus’ wanted to get me alone, didn’t ya?” He teased you through gritted teeth. His voice was weak, but he was feisty, which was a good sign. 

You smiled down at him, joking around,

“You know it. But, you’re lookin’ a little worse for wear today, Captain. Might have to get my fix somewhere else.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, grabbing the side of the table hard enough to make the metal frame whine when you hit a nerve with your needle, “Another man lays a fuckin’ hand on you, and he’ll wish he hadn’t.” 

“Can’t have you reopening this wound, John. I worked hard on these stitches.”

“How’m I gonna sneak in to see you tonight?” He looked up at you with softer eyes, a youthful gaze on his face. 

You pitied him, winking cheekily, 

“Might just have to keep you here for observation.”

His whole body relaxed then, relieved in a way you hadn’t expected. You had just been kidding around, but his reaction made you change your mind. If he felt better with you in your clinic, you’d add it to the orders. The last thing you needed was your headstrong man limping through the base just for a chance at some action. 

You finished up, cleaning the wound and surrounding skin, wiping down the rest of him as best you could. He was filthy, and the water in your bucket was full of sand by the time you were done. But, he still smelled like the sun and his sweat, and it was enough to make the animal part of your mind practically salver at the idea of how his skin must taste. The saltiness, full of his pheromones… you chastised yourself for even thinking about it. 

He was finally asleep, full of morphine and exhausted from his ordeal. Gaz popped back in, and you told him you’d be keeping their commander overnight. You thought you’d gotten away with your little game, but there was a knowing glint in the sergeant’s eye that told you he knew more than you thought. 

You tried not to stress about it. His men were loyal to him, and you knew they wouldn’t rat you out. But, still. You made a mental note to be more careful in the future. 

Your bedtime routine was short and easy. You slipped into some shorts and one of John’s abandoned tee shirts. Luckily, it looked like everyone else’s tee shirt, so no one was the wiser. You could always say you stole a larger one from the supply room. But, it smelled like him, and you slept like a rock when you wore it. 

You climbed into bed, and before you could even think about going to sleep, the ache between your legs reared its horny head, coaxing you to touch yourself, disguising itself as a tingle, an itch that needed to be scratched. As soon as your fingers pried apart your soft petals, you discovered the truth. You were soaking wet, and your core was hot like molten lead, giving your digits no resistance as you played with yourself, slipping them in and out of your slick folds. 

You heard a noise escape from your throat against your will, and you tried to hold it back, rolling your eyes from the slam of pleasure that rushed to your head. You were dizzy with want, and even though you tried to quiet the sound, you could hear your own wet flesh popping and sluicing with more and more of your precome, preparing you for an encounter you knew you couldn’t have. 

You came quickly, and without much warning, clenching down on nothing, biting your hand to keep from screaming for him. You peeked over your shoulder, and luckily, he hadn’t woken up. You thought about how nice it would feel to have his big body curled against you as you crashed into a deep slumber, the scent of your wet hand and his old shirt mixing together and lulling you to sleep. 

There was no way to tell how much time had passed, but when you woke, it was still dark. Your eyes darted over to the clinic table, and John was… missing?

You sat up with a start only to find him fully naked at the end of your bed, getting ready to crawl in beside you. 

“John!” You hissed, “What are you doing? You can’t be walking around.”

“Gotta have you, love. I’m so hard, it hurts.”

“You were shot in your fucking leg, Jonathan Price. Let me see the dressing.”

“Quit fussin’ over me, girl. C’mere,” he covered you with his body and grabbed your wrists, forcing you to lay beneath him, flat and vulnerable. He set to pulling away your clothes, making quick work of it, sighing raggedly when he felt your naked body beneath his own. 

But, he was in pain. You could see him adjusting and readjusting, trying to figure out how he could fuck you like he wanted to, unable to find a solution. 

“John,” you whispered, feeling his mouth on your neck, “We can’t. You’re going to hurt yourself. Don’t make me order you to stop.”

“I’m your commander,” he breathed, threatening you with his teeth, leaving a bruise on your sensitive skin. 

“Don’t…” you gasped as his fingers found your gooey center, “Don’t confuse your rank for my authority, Captain Price. You’re under my care.”

He glared at you, coming to a pause, leaving his fingers in you to play in your hole, gently pulsing in and out, teasing you just enough to keep you on the edge, 

“You want me to stop? Hm?”

The more he teased you, the more hot slick collected on his hands, sticky and clear, covering his fingers and making him harden with every moment. 

Then, he took a sharp breath in through his nose, and paused, hiding his grimace in the crook of his arm. You canted your hips, removing his hand from you, fed up with his defiance, 

“John, that’s enough. If you make me restitch that wound, I will have to do it without drugs. We’re out of anesthetic.”

“Please, love,” he held you close to him, letting you feel his hard length as it rolled against your tummy, making a trail of precome across your skin, “I need you. I’ve missed you so bad. Lemme fuck you. Put my cock in you.”

“Hold on,” you shifted your body so that he would turn on his side. Then, you lay opposite him, your head laying at the foot of the bed, bringing you face to face with his swollen, hungry cock. 

In this position, you could suck him off, and he wouldn’t need to use his thigh. 

You licked your lips, trailing them across his cockhead, collecting his salty pearls of pleasure and wearing them like gloss, suckling from his tip as softly as you could just to taunt him further. 

“Ahhh, fuck…” His sigh was delicious. All of that pain and all of the stress that had made him so tense rushed out of him, making his skin pebble with bliss. 

Without hesitation, John bent his head, pulling your hips to his open mouth, and wrapping your leg under his arm, eating your pussy and groaning with a lurid, feral pleasure. 

The feeling of his soft lips and scruffy beard against your sensitive skin flung you into a spiral of pleasure. You could feel his warm tongue prodding and exploring through you, greedily splitting you to get to your hot, honeyed center. 

You wanted more of his taste, so you went to work, stretching your jaw to accommodate his girth, taking him deeper into your throat, using your tongue to trace a wet circle around his head when you needed to catch your breath, teasing him just beneath his foreskin. When you did, his cock throbbed for you, egging you on, eager to drip its load into your mouth. 

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Gonna make me come,” he threatened. 

Suddenly, you felt his fingers dip back inside of you. He was aggressive with his fondling, shoving two of his thick digits deep inside of you, curling them cruelly to press upon your most pliant, responsive spot. 

As he fucked you with his hand, he let his tongue lap against your clit, making you whine around his dick, muffled by his shaft. You felt his hips begin to thrust forward and back, desperately fucking your throat, getting closer and closer to releasing his orgasm inside of you. 

You couldn’t wait to taste him. You wanted him to use you. You didn’t want to hurt him, but the truth was — as hungry as he was for your body — you needed him just as badly. 

You felt your body begin to tense, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have you coming on his hands. He kept his pace, knowing your favorite rhythm, humming to himself as he devoured you, sucking up every drop of your wetness as if he’d never drink from your tight font again. 

Your toes curled, your legs tried to close in on themselves, stopped by his body trapped between them, and something snapped inside of your core, letting loose spiraling sparks of pleasure, breaking you apart over and over, only for each gentle lick from his tongue to put you back together. 

“Mmhm,” he praised you, “Good girl. Just like that. Rub your come on my mouth.”

You did as you were told, no longer in the driver’s seat when it came to your body, fully trained to submit to his will. You shamelessly smeared your pussy across his bearded jaw, humping lewdly against him, all for him to whisper gratefully between licks, 

“Yes, more. More. Give it to me. Fuck my mouth, love. Fuck, I love it. Fuck…”

All the while, he was thrusting into your mouth, deeper and deeper, choking you on his hardness. But, you let him. You allowed him to use you, holding onto his hips for dear life, breathing in every gap that he left, gasping for air, feeling yourself getting dizzy. 

“Are you ready for me?” He groaned, peering down at you between your bodies.

You moaned something you hoped sounded like a yes, and he turned his full attention towards you. You felt his fingers leave your pussy, only to wrap themselves through your hair, sticky and messy, making a strong, merciless grip at the base of your skull. 

He fucked you in earnest, then. It was gratifying to hear his satisfied grunts, and as you felt his cock swell even more, you knew he was about to come. Your mind wanted air, but your body wanted his load. You wanted to feel it slip into your  throat, hot and milky, pouring down your neck like a salacious prize. 

Finally, he went stock-still, and the only thing that moved was his cock. It throbbed inside of you, shooting rope after rope of heavy come down your tongue, painting your mouth white. 

He removed himself from you as quick as he could, pulling your head back up to your pillow, bringing you face to face with him, whispering in an animalistic tone, 

“Lemme see it, pretty girl. Open up. Let me… ahh, yes. That’s it.”

He dipped his finger into your mouth, gathering up his own orgasm onto the tip, smearing it around your lips like he was putting on your makeup. 

You were panting, gasping in the air you so desperately needed, and you tried not to swallow, gathering up as much of his foaming fluid on your tongue as you could, sticking it out for him, showing him what a good girl you could be. 

He took more of it onto his hand and dipped down between your legs, painting your swollen folds with his spend, mixing your come together like some ritual. 

You couldn’t help but whimper. You were overstimulated and raw, and he shushed you, bringing his hand back up to play with your soft nipples, 

“Shh, it’s okay, love. It’s okay. Kiss me.”

You felt his mouth crash into yours, and your own heady taste invaded your senses, folding in with his, making your body roll itself against him, begging him for more. 

“Leg already feels better. C’mon, love. Give us the go ahead, hm?”

“I will tie you to this bed, John Price. Don’t test me,” you looked up at him before laying your head on his furry chest, breathing when he breathed, watching his hairy belly rise and fall. 

“Promise?” He chuckled, pulling you closer and holding you there all night, unwilling to compromise, claiming you in every way he knew how. You dozed against him, sated and happy, wondering how long you could keep a secret this good. 

Sorry for the wait! Work is hellish right now, but as soon as this semester is over with, I'll be posting more. Thanks for letting me know your thoughts.

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[the-californicationist]

I want to start writing fanfiction again but I don’t even know where to start. I can’t commit to a full fic just cause I’m so busy and writing is more of a hobby :”) any recommendations? should i start on drabbles? should i write my drafts on my notes app? idk, it’s been a while 😭

Honestly, I think drabbles are great. I don’t do them often but tons of tumblr writers seem to enjoy them, as do their fans. But, if you have characters and a plot idea that feels even the least bit cohesive, I’d recommend writing it out little by little, putting down the scenes you are dying to write and then connecting them up as you go.

As far as writing apps go, I’m a GDocs girlie myself. Makes it easy to save and access my work from any machine. Great grammar and spelling suggestions if you turn them on. And free. Yay! But I’m sure there’s more out there to choose from. A dedicated writing app would be nice if you’re using your phone, for example. Whatever feels the best! Fanfic is and should be pure, unadulterated hedonism!! 😅🩷

Can’t wait to read your work!

[the-californicationist]

these stories are all fire. gems - youre amazing!!

Writers confident challenge! list your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! and if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! 💌

Feel free to answer whenever you can! I know you’ve been stressing!

It can be either WIPs or actual published fics!

Tats, I adore this question. I'm going to be that person and say "I love them all!" But I have a few I am giving a little extra love to right now.

The Price of Pegging. The only complete work I have published. A love letter to myself and my gender identity, wrapped up in some steamy hot smut. 😄

Everything else is WIPs, surprising no one who knows me. 😉 These are in no specific order.

Corporal Distraction - I love this premise. I love a "forbidden" romance and the consequences that come with it. I love that it's got a twist to it. I love the aesthetics and tweaks I've given both canon and OC characters while keeping to their original source material.

Brix - The first CoD fanfic I started. Inspired by @the-californicationist's "Gunslinger" (AO3) and Thing's "How Many Days I'll Bleed" (AO3) stories. I consider these two authors to be two dear close friends of mine as well. Also, a bit of catharsis for my shitty experience working in the orchard industry.

Museum Muse - Puppy play. Kink Dynamics. Fat OC. Art as a means of learning to be loved. Just...ooey gooey cuteness. (Needs serious re-working, but I adore the premise.)

Fruit Cocktails - I adore the idea of different species of bats being vampires. It's a fun premise and one I want to explore further. I just need to improve at my murder mystery skills. The layers of nuance and worldbuilding I have here are delicious.

[the-californicationist]

When I enjoy someone’s writing, as I do yours, I ignore summaries, tags, and notes. I realize their intended purpose, but had I utilized them, I wouldn’t be confessing this to you. Shifter fics aren’t my cup of tea, and yet, here I am 6 chapters deep into Ursa Major. The blossoming connection (professional and personal) between John and Doc has me eagerly anticipating the raw moment of vulnerability when he unveils his true self to her. Although I keep an open mind, the genre of shifters still eludes me. I may never find myself actively seeking out these stories, but the AO3 tab persistently open alongside my finance-related work tabs is a testament to your writing. I acknowledge the slight contradiction, but I look forward to reading the entirety of this series.

Wow honestly that means so much to me! And you know, yes, this is a shifter fic, but I don’t really read that many shifter fics, so all the major tropes are sort of unknown to me. I was actually worrying that die hard shifter fans would be turned off by my version of it, so perhaps it’ll be more palatable for non-shifter fans? I’m mostly just being uber self-indulgent and just writing my own horniness in there 😅🩷 Hope it turns out to be something you enjoy! Thanks for sticking with me.

[the-californicationist]

Ursa Major (Ch. 06)

it's finally out. jesus i felt like i had to fight a whole ocean full of sharks just to get this out into the world. my personal life has been... spicy. and i'm just so grateful for y'all's patience. hope you like it! warning for a bit of smut!

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[the-californicationist]

omfg!!!! i am SOBBING. i am BEYOND IMPRESSED!!!! this is everything i ever imagined when i wrote gunslinger, and i am just floored by your talent. FUCK!! <3 <3 <3 i love this and i can't thank you enough for caring about my story enough to create it. this is so meaningful to me. it honestly feels like magic. thank you thank you THANK YOU!!

Captain Price & Miel for @the-californicationist 🤎🐎

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[the-californicationist]

CALI! my mind immediately started running wild when i saw this: https://youtube.com/shorts/FIMK9Y7UNRo?si=DKOQ_CKGrTG9RAON omg the way i can see ghost wearing this and soap always tugging on it when he wants to talk to him or smth and ghost finally gets tired of it and RUINS the poor man by tugging on him iykwim 😼

lol omg for me this was nearly a jumpscare because... i own this one O_O lol husband bought it for valentines day this year and it... it definitely has the expected effect.

i could just imagine that - every time Johnny yanks his chain - Ghost feels the rush of sparkling pleasure head straight for his cock, tightening his balls. Only for Johnny to release him and Ghost can finally take a breath again.

Wears it when he's napping on the couch, and Johnny wakes him up with it, shocking him out of his sleep, making his half-hard dick press against his pants.

Finally, when he sees Johnny reach up one more time, passing him in the common room, Ghost retaliates, jamming his hand down the front of Soap's pants, grabbing his fat shaft and squeezing him just as hard as his mate has been squeezing his neck all day.

"Keep that up, and you'll be the one chokin', Johnny..."

[the-californicationist]

Porn with world-building visuals for extra enrichment

hehe thanks for the summary. happy to provide enrichment for everyone's enclosure ^_^

[the-californicationist]

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send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

[the-californicationist]

Thank God this exists

The Day is My Enemy (5)

Author: @deadbranch Pairing: werewolf!Captain Price x fem!Reader Summary:  John is understanding of your hesitance and gives you a way out even as he’s buried in you. Word Count:  1.4k Warnings:  18+ MDNI, p in v sex, knotting, massaging of testicles, impolite language, emotional turmoil. A/N:  For a chapter that’s nearly 100% smut, there aren’t a lot of warnings here.  One might almost call this chapter wholesome, but I don’t know who that one person is.  Again, I highly recommend reading the lore post on knotting, if you haven’t already.

SERIES MASTERLIST

THE DAY IS MY ENEMY (5)

John startles you with a sudden jerk of your arm that results in you sprawling against his chest, knees on either side of his lap, your slickened cunt pressed against the underside of his hard cock.

He wasn’t rough, per se, but the movement was unexpected.  The sudden closeness and intimate contact would’ve normally given you pause, heat rising in your chest and cheeks, but your body’s singular focus on the act of mating has your limbic system firing like exposed wires.

There’s no embarrassment here.  No awkwardness.  No hesitation.

 “Will you do the honors or shall I?” he asks carefully between nuzzling your chin and stroking your lower back.

Without missing a beat, you reach between your bodies to grasp him at the root of his erection.  Together, you observe with mutual excitement as his cock disappears, one inch at a time.  He doesn’t rush your descent.  If nothing else, he supports some of your body weight, hands under each glute, fingers identing your flesh.

Previously, you hadn’t considered yourself small.  Tight.  Whatever men claim during the throes of lust, hoping that saying the words, such heated and simple praise, will prompt the woman to clench all the more around one’s cock.

That being said, John Price resets everything you thought you understood about your own anatomy.

You can’t descend any further, but your labia are only just touching his knot.  If he were to knot you properly, he’d have to sink his dick in at least another inch.  Trouble is, you haven’t got another inch.

You’ve made do with other men, wolves, and non-wolves alike, who had more length than necessary.  Generally, if you coaxed them into your pussy before becoming fully hard, you could take them down to the balls.  As they went about the usual pump and grind, your respective anatomies would adjust over the course of the evening’s activities without loss of pleasure or the introduction of discomfort in either of you.  The girthier the cock, the more challenging it was to use this trick to accommodate for excessive length.  You always referred to it in your mind as a numbers game.

Truth be told, you never turned down anyone for their perceived dimensions, but you’re having doubts right now as you make eye contact with John, likely failing to keep a vaguely helpless look from emerging in your expression.

John doesn’t disappoint as he quickly pieces together the problem, placing a hand on your cheek, thumb sweeping over the soft skin by your mouth.

“Different position, perhaps?”  He looks so very serious, the skin around his eyes creasing with concern as his pupils look downward and up again, acknowledging the mechanical problem between you.

You smile but don’t make any other movement to acknowledge his question.  A moment passes where you’re unsure.  This isn’t you.  You’re hovering over the lap of the legacy wolf you’ve been ignoring for more than a year, most of his cock nestled deep in your body as his bulging knot teases the primordial instincts you’ve tried so very hard to suppress.

His obvious sympathy for your situation makes this worse.  This is a pity fuck.  He’s letting you ride his dick because you’re hurting, and he knows the resulting lack of focus harms combat readiness and safety.  There’s no way the entire battalion won’t know that you fucked Price.  Your scent likely filled the hallways from the front door all the way to Price’s room.  They’ll be talking about it at breakfast, even if both of you wash each other’s scent from your bodies first. 

The warm grip of his hand rouses you from your spiraling trance as he makes you look at him.

“Hey.  It’s okay.  All of this is okay.  But if you’d rather seek relief elsewhere, I understand.  Not too late to take a shower, get dressed, and be on your way.  As far as I’m concerned, you came here for advice and then you left.  No harm done.”

As he coaxes reassurance back into the space between you, he begins to soften.  He must be the kind of man whose arousal is dependent on the consent and enthusiastic desire of his mate.  The other person, you correct yourself silently.

As his erection diminishes, his knot pushes teasingly into your pussy as you descend.  John’s eyes dilate as he realizes he’s all the way in but for his knot.  It wouldn’t take much now to just…push it in the rest of the way.

“Thank you for offering to make this go away, John.  But I need this.  You need this, too.”  You nuzzle him gently, rocking forward against his knot.  You look down between you and then meet his gaze again, his eyes wide with anticipation and uncertainty.  You smile.  “May I?”

He nods abruptly.  “Please.”

You recall the diagrams, the videos, the advice from other wolves.  Knotting isn’t a big deal unless you make it a big deal.  It’s only a big deal if you do it with the same partner three times.  Once won’t hurt anything.  Just do it.

Reaching between you again, you carefully compress one side of his knot to let it slip inside you, then compress the other side, letting it slip in as well.  No turning back.

He takes in a long, ragged breath as his knot rapidly engorges, his head falling back against the couch as his blood pressure dips aggressively.  You gasp, gripping the back of the couch as the internal pressure overwhelms you.  Tears spring to your eyes.  His knot is bigger than you’d expected, but with this being your first time to be knotted, you weren’t sure what you were expecting.  You’ll be stuck like this for at least the next twenty minutes.

After the uncomfortable, rapid expansion phase, his knot lodges in just the right place, positioned where it will remain until his knot goes down.  There’s a distinct lack of room remaining in your vaginal canal for anything but hope that you’ll both get the relief you need from this, but he still manages to fill you with cum, his testicles pulsing subtly against your perineum as each wave of orgasm washes over him.

The only way you know to ensure his knot goes down in as timely a manner as possible is to help him empty his balls, to finish the cycle you’ve started.

You kiss the underside of his jaw, head still tipped back, rocking your hips, providing the small amounts of friction that are still possible despite being locked together.

Hoping to speed up the process, you reach behind your hips and massage his testicles gently with your hand.  Previously in a daze, his eyes fly open as he grabs your wrist, the one so methodically massaging his balls.

“Don’t.  Please.  Too sensitive.”

“I’m sorry, I thought it would feel good.”

“You…Christ…you’re not wrong.  Just…it’s been too long.  Too much right now.  Just…”

Rather than finishing his thought, he pulls you into a kiss that feels like more than utility, function, form, or purpose.  He kisses you as though he’s been waiting a lifetime to touch you, his lips sampling how you taste, but also hoping you’re enjoying this too.

You roll your hips gently with every press of your lips, every lick of his tongue, every gentle squeeze of his hands on your hips.  You startle when he takes hold of a nipple between a calloused knuckle and thumb.  He breathes a satisfied growl as you clench around him in involuntary response.  His cock twitches as another wave hits him, his balls contracting again beneath you.

“I’m glad we have all night,” you whisper against his lips.

“Me too…and all day tomorrow,” he says with a lazy smile, his lids half-mast as he looks up at you.  “They’ll talk about us no matter what, you know.”

“Then let’s get the most out of this.  Let’s show up to breakfast still smelling like each other.”

The comfortingly loud rumbling intensifies in his chest just before he erupts again inside you, his balls tightening.

“Deal.  But if you keep talking like that, we might miss breakfast.”

Next Chapter [coming soon]

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[the-californicationist]

👁️👅👁️

scrambling to the floor to lick it up like a dog

[the-californicationist]

A fucking buffet of delicious writing about delicious man butts 😈

lol man butts ;))))

[the-californicationist]

lol this is cute

Reblog if you want a shitty summary of your blog in your inbox.

Always

[the-californicationist]

Thank you so much for the rec!! 🩷

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

💕 = 18+ content 🟪 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: It Only Takes a Spark (Purge Trooper Cody x f!Inquisitor Reader) by @vodika-vibes 💕 Time After Time (Commander Cody x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino Theirs (Commander Fox x f!Reader x Commander Wolffe) by @vodika-vibes 💕 Don't Stop on My Account (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist 💕 One Spotchka Too Many (Captain Rex x f!Reader) by @twistedsarchive Captain Rex x OC Nia Ficlet by @eternal-transcience 💕 The Last Word (Fives x OC Mal Darroch) by @ariadnes-red-thread Shattered Sunrise (Mace Windu x OC Danica Morrow) by @pickleprickle The Choices We Make, The Paths We Tread by lildropofmagic (AO3) The Number Lads by @jgvfhl

The Bad Batch: The Hostage by @kybercrystals94 Freeze Thaw by AnEchoInHere (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: 💕 This Tender Love (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess 💕 Worth the Risk (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Revelations by shOokspeared (AO3)

Republic Commando: 💕 Off the Grid (Niner Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino

Batman: Lavender Blood by @starkskypines

Hetalia: Axis Powers: Grey Skies Over London by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net) Every Generation by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net) Gutters by Glassamilk (ff.net) Ditches by Glassamilk (ff.net)

Call of Duty: 💕 Riptide (Price x f!Reader) by @the-californicationist

Crossover AUs: Edward's Babysitting Service (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover) by orphan_account (AO3) Conversations With Patronizing Jerks (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Star Wars Crossover) by @basketofnova

Art:

The Clone Wars: Republic Troops 501st Poster by @boggsart Clone Wars Band Art by @pinkiemme Captain Rex Art by @vivaislenska Captain Rex Art by @kheimerios Captain Rex Art by @rackcty Mace Windu Art by @mudpuddless Fives and OC Elara McTavish Art by @aliettali OC Kazi and OC Daria by @eyecandyeoz (from I Yearn and So I Fear by @enigmaticexplorer) Clone OC Atlas Art by @orionfrommars

The Bad Batch: Bad Batch Selfie Art by @collophora Happy Ending Bad Batch Art by @mroddmod Hunter and Omega Art by @blxem1lk Hunter Redesign by @snw-faatuatua 🟪 (TBB S3) Hunter Art by @soularsss 🟪 (TBB S3) CX-2 Art by @notnyxxy Tech Art by @rexxdjarin Tech and Phee's Children OCs by @nightskyfoxyy A Place to Hide by @the-rain-on-kamino

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Young Boba Fett Art by @mrs2224

Jedi: Survivor: BD-1 Art by @eriadus

Batman: Batman's Boys by @inverted-typo

How to Train Your Dragon: Meatlug Art by @spacenintendogs

Call of Duty: Wraith by @bluegiragi

GIF Sets:

The Book of Boba Fett: Kia Kaha, Kia Maia, Kia Manawanui by @bobafettdaily

[the-californicationist]

On this same note, as an author, I would deeply appreciate when a reader alerts me that I’m missing a tag. Tell us! We will fix it. Sometimes we miss one, and it’s just an accident. Please, tell us.

But. Any author who mumbles something about spoilers this and surprise that - or who refuses to remove/add tags - report the fic!

Triggers are not “spoilers.” If you need to shock your reader to engage them with your story, you need to stop and think about if authorship is really the right path for you. Hurting people for the surprise factor or for shock value is never okay. And that’s what you’re doing. You’re hurting people.

I firmly believe that it’s the reader’s responsibility to interact with media that is appropriate for them, but it is also the author’s responsibility to be truthful about the contents of their work. It goes both ways!

Tag. Your. Shit.

If you migrate from Wattpad to Ao3....

I'm fucking begging you to actually tag your works properly AND DO NOT CENSOR WHAT YOU WRITE OR TAG !!! Terms like "unalive" "sewer slide" and other censored terms are NOT welcome here, and you wont be punished by the algorithm for talking about death and blood and stuff BECAUSE THERES IS NO ALGORITHM ! Also making place holders IS NOT ALLOWED BY AO3 TOS. It just clogs up the archive for nothing, if you do this, thats a sure way to get your stuff reported. Please learn how Ao3 works, its nothing like Wattpad.

[the-californicationist]

re: writing asks - 18 & 27 if you please 💖💖💖

of course mads! <3 <3

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

This is from what I lovingly call "Trashcan Fic" where I wrote this big long fic and then threw most of it right into the trashcan. I published the surviving part as "Troubleshooting." The rest of it really was unusable garbage. But, here's a bit of it:

Price was lost in the space between himself and her, his mind crawling around in the dark of the room, fully off of its leash and rabid. He knew he had no right to leer at her like this. She should scorn his lurid gaze, or perhaps cry out, even, offended. But, then, the unthinkable: she smiled. His cock pulsed against his will, begging to be fed into her pussy until she surrounded him, dripping around him and burning him with the heat of her core. Her smile was a sparkling message of excited consent, of ripe desire. Price thought he might be losing his mind, but she bit down on her fleshy bottom lip and raised a suggestive eyebrow as he watched her voyeuristically from his perch. Knowing she had his every nerve on edge, she used her hands to rub big spirals around her breasts, circling in until she reached her hard nipples, pinching them and using them to shake her tits side to side, forcing their weight back and forth so that when she let go, they would keep their momentum, hypnotizing him with their movement.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

Hearing other people's thoughts! I love it when I write something and someone can say - oh, my God! That's what I wanted to see!

Idk it's just the best feeling. I love making people feel feelings and get lost in worlds where they get to unwind and have fun for a bit. That's what drives me to practice, and that's why nothing I write is ever good enough. I want you to be able to SMELL him right off the page, goddamnit. lol

#cali answers asks #we don't talk about trashcan fic #an unusable google doc of drivel