#such a way to start an email you're writing to your boyfriend people

[saekkas]

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

summary: in which they get to see you as a drunk, giggly mess.

includes: isagi, sae, rin, kaiser, yukimiya, bachira, nagi, karasu, aiku, kunigami, reo.

note: the whole gang is here! i had so much fun writing this, it had me giggling the whole way through.

❥ SUCH A BABE! patiently holds onto your hand wherever you go and definitely guards your drink whenever you need to use the bathroom. he tries to stay sober, quietly sits on the bar talking with an acquaintance, sipping on orange juice whilst keeping his eyes on you. he honestly thinks it's a bad idea to get drunk on a sunday night, mostly because you're in a house full of intoxicated people, and definitely because you have a test that is worth 40% of your grades the next day.

but hey, when you looked at him with such pretty eyes, begging to come to the party, how was he supposed to say no?

"it's okay," he mumbles, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back as you wretch into the toilet bowl. "that's it, let it all out."

his other hand is holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and he grimaces when you lurch out for the umpteenth time, quietly making a list of all the things he'll need to get for your hangover tomorrow.

"i am never drinking again," you groan, slapping a hand onto your forehead to wipe off the sweat, muttering a thank you as he dabs a cold cloth across you face and lips. "please remind me to never drink alcohol again. i am banning it from my life starting from this instance."

"we both know you don't mean that." you tilt your head, squinting against the light that's illuminating your boyfriend's figure. "it'll only happen if you have better self-restraint."

rolling your eyes at the teasing smile he has on his lips, you raise your hands in grabby movements before squeaking as he lifts you in one motion.

"woah," you gasp, swaying on your feet, "handsome and strong? how did i manage to get such a catch?"

you eye the red spreading from his ears to the tip of his nose, grinning when he coughs before sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck.

"i take it back. you're super cute too."

"shut up." he groans before tugging you into his embrace, hands snaking around your waist. "let's get you home, yeah?"

"mhmm." you mumble before puffing your cheeks and pouting your lips to imitate a kiss, "kiss me first before you go, or however that line is supposed to go."

"no offense," he mumbles as he tries to evade you, pushing his palms onto your lips when you lean in too close. "but i'm not kissing you when your breath smells like vomit."

"meanie."

your pout disintegrates when you feel his lips press against your temple, the familiar scent of his cologne engulfing you as he wraps his sweater around your form.

he feels you tug at the shirt on his back as he leads you out of the club, his eyes meeting your drowsy gaze as you blink slowly. "can we buy some mushroom soup before going home?"

"yeah," he chuckles, hand coming up to ruffle your hair whilst the other intertwines your fingers. "we can stop for some mushroom soup first."

definitely cooks you said mushroom soup + buys you bread and porridge to help with your hangover! also emailed your professor first thing in the morning so he could cuddle and lay with you in bed the whole day <333

ISAGI, yukimiya, nagi, bachira, sae (i honestly think sae would be the type to do this, especially when he's down hard).

❥ CENTER OF ATTENTION. is the textbook definition of flirty; charming smile with lidded eyes, ruffled hair, and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. he's got a drink in one hand, rolled up sleeves on both, and you on his lap. feels the prying eyes on his figure and it makes him smirk, hand tightening on your waist as he whispers into your neck.

"hi, sweet thing." his muffled drawl is met with your giggles and he reaches down to take your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss on the skin. "have we met before? i feel like i know you."

"i don't think we have."

he watches you roll your eyes, a smile threatening to break out on your lips. his eyes trace your tongue as it darts out to wet the muscle, gaze breaking contact when he hears you clear your throat.

"you're right," he smiles, lifting a finger to trace along the apples of your cheek. "i would definitely remember an angel like you."

"such a charmer." you lift a hand to encircle his neck, your hands playfully tugging at the ends of his hair. you eye the way he bites his lip, smiling innocently when a shiver runs through his body. "bet you say that to all the girls."

"hmm?" he's adjusting his stance, pulling you higher on his lap before nudging your nose with his. "what other girls? i'm only here for you, pretty."

"only for me, huh?" you mutter against him, breath mixing with one another. you press a short kiss onto his lips, smirking when you lean back and he follows. "i like the sound of that."

he hums when you press back into him, lips following a path down the side of his neck to his exposed collarbone. you press a last peck to his lips, mouths deepening in a kiss when he holds you tighter against him.

"try to keep up, handsome."

he's blinking his eyes the moment you slide down from his lap, whining when you leave him with a wink and a wave of your hand before disappearing into the sea of people and lights.

"what have you done to me, sweet thing?" there's a smirk on his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, ruffling the strands even more than you did. "feels like i'm losing my mind."

he plops down from the chair, placing a tip at the bar before going off to look for you. he raises an eyebrow at the number of people looking his way, shrugging off the attention. it's only when he goes into the bathroom, wide eyes looking at the lipstick marks you've left on him, that he realizes what they meant.

"fuck that's hot," he chuckles before tapping at his phone, sending you a voice-note.

"i got your present, pretty," he rasps, "now be a good girl and let me return the favor."

karasu, kaiser, aiku (yeah bolding all three because i screamed through writing this one).

❥ WATCH DOG PRIVELEGE is what he calls it. there's no other reason for him to be undressing you with his eyes, stare lingering on the exposed skin of your neck. he promised to drive you home and keep you out of trouble, and that's exactly what he's going to do the moment he sees you stumbling from the dance floor.

"alright, that's enough. let's go home."

he grumbles at the sound of your whine, gently tugging you until your back hits the front of his chest. a small flicker of a smile appears on his face when you let out a small 'oof,' followed by a chuckle as you spin yourself to meet his gaze.

"hey, let go! i have a boyfriend and he's a big famous soccer player!" you're squinting against the shade of the club, quietly cursing the darkness obstructing your vision before you recognize his face. "oh, hi baby! i didn't see you there."

he shakes his head at your intoxicated state, reaching down to place a hand on your wrist to stop you from straying away. "hello," he mumbles into the crown of your head, pressing a soft kiss that has you giggling. "had fun?"

"yeah. but it would've been better if i was with you."

he eyes the way you practically vibrate with excitement, gently stroking a hand through you strands in hopes of calming you down. he watches you snuggle into his chest, feels the way your hands snake around his middle.

"i've been with you all night, though?"

"no," you pout, "you were watching me. watching from 2000 feet away and being with me are two totally different things!"

"well i'm here with you now, aren't i?" he notices the way your eyes slowly flutter, a drowsy yawn escaping your lips. "i'll be with you at home too, how's that sound?"

he waits for the nod of your head before gently picking you up into his arms. he feels you place your head on his chest, your arms looped around his neck.

"don't fall asleep on me just yet," he grumbles as he walks out into the night air, "we still need to change your clothes and do your routine."

"i don't care about skincare!" you whine, snuggling further into his hold, "i'll wake up as a bloated hippo tomorrow. fuck skincare! just wanna go to bed."

he gets you into your pajamas when he arrives home, removes your makeup, and pulls you in for cuddles as he lays on the bed. he presses a kiss on your nose when he hears you start to snore the moment your head hits the pillows.

definitely rolls his eyes when you wake up hungover and bloated the next day, exaggeratedly sighing when you pull him into the bathroom to do your skincare routine together.

"oh come on, i know you like wearing the matcha mask i bought!"

he tries to keep the lovesick expression off his expression but when you press a kiss on the tip of his nose with a sly smile on your face, he knows you've caught on to him straight away.

kunigami, reo, rin.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi rin x reader #michael kaiser x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #aiku oliver x reader #reo x reader #karasu x reader #yukimiya x reader #isagi yoichi imagines #itoshi sae imagines #itoshi rin imagines #michael kaiser imagines #nagi seishiro imagines #bachira imagines #kunigami imagines #oliver aiku imagines #reo imagines #karasu imagines #yukimiya imagines

[shadesofecclescakes]

Are you a big fanfic reader? What have you read lately and what's been your favourite fic so far?

Oh mannnnnnnnn. Why don't you ask me to pick a favourite child while you're at it???

Just kidding. I don't have kids. But I assume having to pick a favourite would be hard if I did.

So, am I a big fanfic reader? YES. And what haven't I read lately? We are lucky enough to have so many talented writers in this fandom that it's possible to subscribe to numerous multi-chapter fics to the point where you're just constantly getting update emails. Which I do. It's great. It gives me something to do at work aside from, y'know, work.

*Me at work being smug about being paid to read porn* (Also I just wanted to look at this gif)

So what is currently on my endless update list? Coming up after the cut!

I am an absolute whore for human AU, so if you like that then you will probably like:

The Cure for a Broken Heart by @rofell

a medical student AU based in the Canadian medical system (I'm a Canadian so I was pretty excited about that). It manages to tackle the continued systemic discrimination of Indigenous people in our medical system (and in general), homophobia and the ensuing trauma from those things all while also being informative, funny, sweet, romantic and hot af. Like. It's so good.

Free by @maaikeatthefullmoon

This is another one with with a heavy topic that also does a great job of making sure to break it up with some excellent fluff, hurt/comfort and humorous moments. And it's handled with the sensitivity and thoughtfulness necessary to write something that takes place in a mental health ward and deals with some intense situations. Definitely make sure to read those author notes before diving in. They lay it out very thoroughly.

The Sincere Way by @tsyvia48

A martial arts AU. Crowley is a karate sensei and Aziraphale is his student. Slow burn that keeps you on the edge. The screams I have scrumt at my screen over this one. Plus you learn a lot about karate (but it never gets boring or over-explainey. Excellently balanced) which is pretty cool. Mostly light (there is some angst. This is the Good Omens fandom. I think we are all sad, wet chihuahuas at heart). Funny and sweet.

Terminus by @emotional-support-demon-crowley

Plus One by @caedmonfaith

Astronaut AU. Aziraphale is an astronaut who meets his mission controller, Crowley, over the comms system when he finds himself in need of assistance.

Super cool concept and really well-done in my opinion. Like, I don't do any space or physics-related work (ok I straight-up failed math 9) but I find it entirely believable. And it's well-written which is the entire point. Cute, funny slow burn with an intriguing mystery happening in the background.

Aziraphale has family money but a shitty family (except for Muriel! Never Muriel!) and his shitty brother Gabriel is getting married to shitty Michael, an Earl's daughter.

Aziraphale's family disproves of his entire life pretty much and he has been lying to them about having a boyfriend. Now they are expecting him to bring said boyfriend to the wedding. His famous footballer friend sets him up with their mechanic, Crowley.

It starts as a slow-burn but becomes a hilarious, smutty romp that just gets more and more insane. The chapter titles alone have made me cackle out loud.

Some older human AUs I'm a huge fan of include Old Vines by @sevdrag. Crowley owns a vineyard and Aziraphale is a wine critic. It is so amazingly written. It makes me think of the author Joanna Harris (Chocolat, The Five Quarters of the Orange) because it's SO beautifully, vividly descriptive that I end up craaaaaving wine. So have a bottle on hand if you're giving this a read.

Also the love story in this. My god. I devoured it. The story and the (many bottles of) wine.

There is also Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device and mortifyingideal. It's a Strictly Come Dancing (Dancing with the Stars in North America) AU and it is so. Fucking. Good.

But it comes with a disclaimer. It's unfinished and looks likely to stay that way. But honestly? Still worth it. It's nearly finished (I think) so you have most of the story. And it's just SO good. It's been a while since I read it but it was one of the first human AUs I read and what got me hooked on them.

If you're still with me...nice! Just know that was me holding back and that isn't my entire list by a long shot. If you want more recs, feel free to message me and also share your own!

I just finished Slow Show the actor AU by @mia-ugly and yes please.

Some serious angst, pining and hot hot smut.

There is another long-form multi-chapter actor au I loooved but I can't remember the name for the life of me. Just that the show they were on was basically good omens and that they swapped roles with great success (inspired by the whole Michael thinking Neil wanted him to play Crowley when he wanted Aziraphale thing).

Thanks for the ask! That was really fun!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fan fiction #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic rec #ask

[feyhunter78]

AAAA I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM ❤️❤️

Thank you!!!! 🥺🥺 I'm excited to see y'all's reactions to the newest chapterrrrr Also, I lied about the smut it's in the next chapter, but there is some suggestive type stuff unfortunately it's from Todd

Pink Pastels Pt 9

Description: It's Saturday, and you're at a sports bar with Todd, until you find yourself on the roof with Spiderman.

Pt 10

It’s Saturday. One of your two days off, and all you want to do is relax, but here you are at a shitty sports bar, beer already spilled on your shorts by some drunk idiot, your boyfriend completely ignoring you as he pounds his fist against the bar, screaming at the TV. His team is losing, you assume, as you push away from the bar, drink in hand, and wonder back to your table.

You pull out your phone and scroll through your email, responding to a few, ignoring others, until finally you see a response from a kid in your class’s mother.

Jessica Tompson: Ms. Y/N, I will be available at six PM on Monday to meet with you regarding Tommy’s behavior. I look forward to getting to the bottom of this issue.

You smile and send her a quick response back; you’ve been trying to get Tommy’s mother in for a meeting since October. Tommy wasn’t a bad kid, he just needed extra support and attention, and potentially some ADHD testing. But you knew people were hesitant to test their kids, afraid to “label” them, even though those “labels” could really help their kids in school.

You couldn’t count how many times you’ve explained that identifying where kids are struggling can get them access to accommodations that they need to thrive. Such as extra time on assignments or a quieter, smaller room to take tests in, so they weren’t as distracted. Sure, they wouldn’t get these things forever, but if they got them now, it would help them learn how to self-regulate for the future.

You tap your fingers on the tabletop happily and bound over to Todd. “Hey, guess what, I’m finally getting that mom to come in and talk to me.”

“Who?” He asks, beer in hand, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Tommy Tompson’s mom.”

“Oh, the hot one with the nice rack?”

One of his friends high-fives him, and you put on a tight smile. “I don’t really look at my students’ parents like that, but maybe?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got eyes, sue me.” Then he slammed his beer down on the bar. “Are you fucki—that’s bullshit, Ref!”

Miguel wouldn’t say things like that, he wouldn’t ignore you for football. He’d congratulate you, slip between your legs, his full lips parted, his pink tongue finding a hom— You shake yourself out of your thoughts.

This was crazy, you shouldn’t have done that… Should have stuck to fantasizing about a celebrity, or well, you should’ve been thinking about Todd, he is your boyfriend.

“What a shitty call, Ref!” You echo him, and that earns you a smile thrown your way, and an arm around your shoulders.

You just want things to go back to how they used to be, but honestly, you’re not even sure it used to be good. Maybe you just didn’t really know any different, but now after, all those little chats at pickup, during parent teacher meetings, and then the day at the zoo? How is it that a man, who barely knows you, treats you better than your boyfriend of years?

You walk home with Todd leaning heavily on you, his lips are on your neck, sloppy and clumsy, missing that certain spot on your neck in favor of slobbering all over your skin.

“Todd, maybe we need to slow down a bit.” You say carefully, trying to pry him off you.

“Again?” He sighs heavily, annoyance clear in his tone.

Your face flushes, shame burning through you, and you bite your lip to keep the tears at bay.

When you first started dating you were so new to everything, you’d had a few boyfriends before, but they were short-lived, almost chaste. Todd on the other hand was a complete and utter manwhore.

“I thought you were over all that.” He grumbles, trudging along the sidewalk, refusing to look at you.

He wanted everything fast, fast, fast, and you were dragged along for the ride, anxious and unprepared.

“I am, I am, it’s just you’re drunk, and your head is going to hurt in the morning…” You tell him, helping him up the stairs and through your apartment door.

He makes a beeline for your living room and flops down on your couch. “So, what, I want you, and you’re my girlfriend, so.”

You try to hide your grimace, but he sees it and groans.

“You’re always like this, I swear, such a prude.” He throws an arm over his eyes and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out.

You blanch, there’s no way he’s just going to jerk off, drunk, in the middle of your living room, right?

“Todd, seriously?” You snap, grabbing a decorative pillow and hurling it at him.

He ignores you, pumping himself, grunts and groans spilling from his lips. You used to find him attractive, you’ve always liked when he was vocal but now? Now it feels traitorous to hear him instead of Miguel.

But you’ve never heard Miguel, your mind was just making things up, that’s what dreams and fantasies are.

“You’re such a dick.”

He sat up, still gripping his erect cock. Was it smaller than you remembered? “Maybe I wouldn’t be if you’d do your job.”

"My job?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

He points at his cock, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, there’s no way he means what you think he means.

“Good girls suck their boyfriend’s dick.” He says it with such certainty, that it sounds ridiculous.

You bust out laughing, doubling over, gasping for breath. “You’re so full of it.”

“I’m not, you’re just a—” then he goes quiet, and you look up to see him passed out cold, cock still in hand.

You stand there for a moment, flabbergasted. There’s no fucking way that just happened.

Throwing a blanket over Todd, you head for the fire escape a different blanket in hand, climbing up to the roof, and sitting on the edge of the roof, feet dangling, your hands behind you supporting you as you lean back.

You let out a sigh, tilting your head up towards the night sky. It feels good out here, cool breeze, the sounds of the city at night, the gentle coo of the pigeons the apartment manager cares for.

A soft thump draws your attention, and you jump scrambling away from the edge, and turning on your heel. Only to come face to chest with Spiderman.

“I wish it was that easy to get everyone off the ledge.” He says, a hint of humor in his voice.

You remember what he looks like, and his face, mask? is everywhere, but it’s different when you’re not terrified or watching some grainy news footage.

“And he’s funny too.” You joke, giving him a small smile.

He tilts his head, scanning you, then reaches out and his gloved thumb brushes across your cheek. “You were crying?”

Were you crying? You touch your face, your fingertips coming away damp. “Oh, I didn’t even notice, it’s just been a long day.”

You spread out your blanket and sit, your back against the wall, and you pat the space before you.

“Won’t your boyfriend be upset if he found out, you’re sharing a blanket with a masked hero?” He teases, sitting in the space you made for him.

“My boyfriend is currently passed out drunk with his dick in his hand.” You tell him, the low light making you braver than you’d normally be.

He goes silent, the eye parts of his mask widening, and you think that’s his version of raised eyebrows.

“He was drunk and pissed at me because I didn’t want him to slobber up my neck, so then he whips it out, and when I tell him to stop, he calls me a prude and says I should do my job , which is such an asshole thing to say.” It feels good to ramble, to just vent all your feelings onto this masked semi-stranger.

“Do your job?” Spiderman asks, his eyes narrowed.

“He said, and I quote, good girls suck their boyfriend’s dick.’ Literally so ridiculous…” You trail off as Spiderman rolls his shoulders back.

For a moment you’re hypnotized by the movement, the sheer mass of muscle.

“…shoes?”

You snap out of it. “I’m sorry?”

“Did you like your new shoes?” He asks, and you hear a smile in his voice.

Wow, y/n, rude much? You didn’t even think to thank the man who not only saved your life, but also replaced your shoes.

“Yes, thank you so much, how much do I owe you?” You go to pull out your wallet but realize you left it in your bedroom.

“No, it’s alright, consider it an apology for not getting there fast enough.” He holds his hands up in a pacifying manner.

You purse your lips but nod. “Alright, well, again, thank you.”

You’re fiddling with the necklace Gabi and Miguel got you, and it seems to catch his eye. “That’s pretty, your boyfriend get you that?”

You shake your head, dropping the pendant. “No, it was a gift from one of my kids, I’m a teacher.”

“That’s cute, do you mind if I?” He motions towards it slightly, and you lean forward, letting him catch it between two long fingers. “Very nice.”

“Yeah, I think it’s really sweet.” You smile up at him, breath catching in your throat when he releases the pendant close to your skin, his fingertip brushing the tops of your breasts.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to touch...” He says quickly, retracting his hand.

You give him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, it was an accident.”

“What’d your boyfriend say?”

“About the gift? I don’t think he even noticed.” You scoff, brushing your hair back from your shoulders.

“No, what did he say after you turned him down?” His voice is lower, warmer, spreading across your skin and seeping into your bones.

“Oh well, he tried to argue then passed out.” You giggle, Spiderman’s masked form still inches from your own.

Spiderman lets out a low hum and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “He phrased it all wrong, good girls don’t suck dick, they take cock.”

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[elvisabutler]

for my own private collection

summary: having a boyfriend who's a pornstar means everyone gets a piece of him. you request a piece all for yourself. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1217 warnings: austin butler as a pornstar. edging. masturbation ( m and f ). orgasm control. mild daddy and mommy kink. mild dom/sub undertones. sex tape? me making one joke re: one night in paris. author's note: welcome to day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler. this was fun. everyone thank @dreamersparacosm for this being pornstar austin because i struggled a little with this because my previous attempt felt boring. this does not feel boring.

"You know you could just buy one of my movies, right? Or- I'm pretty sure I have them on my hard drive. At least one, you know the one with Liv and Luke-" Austin starts to say before getting cut off by your answering huff over the phone.

"Yes, because I enjoy watching one of my best friends getting railed by my boyfriend and one of my other friends. Makes total sense, babe." Your tone is biting and not for the first time Austin is reminded of why everyone nicknames you Viper after every time they're on the receiving end of this tongue of yours. "No, I want- everyone else gets to see you play with your cock, beg for mercy from Olivia all sorts of things. I just- I want to watch you. I want to only see you."

Austin sighs. "A personal tape?"

"I- I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. I wouldn't pay for it, obviously but you could give me that. One Night in Austin." You have to bite your lip at your own joke, it's not funny, really especially after knowing the details behind Paris Hilton's tape, but still you think it's a little funny.

"I was about to say yes, but I don't know if I can after that Paris Hilton joke." He pauses and tries to bite back his own laugh. "Give me a couple days, okay? Three tops, depending on the mail."

"You're sending it via the mail? Are we in the 90s?" You ask incredulously, shaking your head at the phone.

You can actually hear Austin's shrug and picture his face. "No, but if you want something private for only your eyes, I have to go low-tech."

After all, he's got enough of a following that he doesn't put it past anyone on the web to somehow hack into his email and get the video. He's seen it happen with his ex and he's seen it happen with so many people in the industry. Better safe than sorry. You hum in acknowledgement before letting the topic go.

When the mail arrives on Saturday you're excited, it comes in an unmarked envelope with Austin's looping handwriting writing out your address and the note attached simply says "for your eyes only".

It takes you a minute to set up your blu-ray player to play the DVD but when you do you settle onto your bed and watch your boyfriend wave at the camera, grinning his signature grin that he reserves only for you.

"Someone wanted a show, a private video without paying." He smirks, moving to show off how he's completely naked. "She's lucky I'm kind of in love with her."

You can't help but laugh at the comment before you focus on what he's doing. You notice he's already hard, leaking and that he almost looks like he had been playing with himself before he turned on the camera. Your hand moves to between your legs, slowly starting to rub at your clit, you think you should grab your vibrator but knowing how Austin is- how his cock already looks, you don't think this is going to be long.

"I've already been playing with myself, baby." His hand moves to stroke his cock, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. "Been telling myself that my girl wants to get a show and I know what she'd like. What she likes when we're together." He pauses and grips his cock a little tighter. "Been wanting to come for a little bit already. If you were here you'd be edging me for hours, wouldn't you?"

He's not lying and you know it, as much as you enjoyed being edged by him- seeing his relief after you let him come was something else. Seeing how his mouth would fall open with whimpers and sighs did something else. Your breathing quickens as you feel your cunt getting wetter, feel your juices starting to pool as you watch him.

"You've got your hand in your cunt, baby? Your vibrator? Playing with your clit as you watch your baby boy play with himself?" The video of him has him murmuring low enough that when you shut your eyes you swear he's there. You swear you can feel his body in front of you, feel his breath against your cunt. "Are you just waiting for Daddy to tell you that you can come? That you can stick your fingers into that greedy cunt of his."

You whimper at the words and Austin's video laughs. "You can't decide which one of me you want, can you baby? I wish I was there. Wish I had my face buried in your pretty pussy. Wish I could see you dripping for me."

It's as if your pussy hears him, and you find your fingers are sliding quicker- easier with the increase in fluid coming from you. You are dripping for him and he's barely done anything on camera. Is this how everyone felt when they watched his videos? Your teeth bite at your lower lip as you keep watching, your breath coming quicker as you tease your clit.

"This is a long video, baby, tell you what. You come for daddy right now. In the next minute or so, and I'll spend the rest of this video just edging myself. Begging mama to let me come. Begging my favorite person in the whole world to let me come."

The noise that leaves your mouth is embarrassing or would be if anyone other than you were around to hear it and you have to stop yourself from shoving your fingers in yourself before you hear another laugh from the television.

"I know you had to have liked that. You make a decision? Time's a ticking and I- I'd hate to know that this was wasted because you didn't come at least this first time. Come on, baby. Come for Daddy. Come for me as my reward for making this for you in such notice."

Your chest is heaving as you furiously play with your clit, wishing you actually had grabbed the vibrator, it would have made this quicker, would have made it so you didn't think you were going to run out of time. Your ears faintly register hearing Austin countdown from one minute and somewhere around 15 seconds you start to panic, start to try every trick in the book to get yourself to come. It never usually takes this long when you're focused. Austin gets to five seconds and you're right there before you hear it. You hear the one phrase said in the one tone that always does you in. He makes himself sound like Elvis, an old trick he picked up from a silly porno he did right around when you met him but the accent always does you in.

"Let yourself go."

You come with a shout at that just as Austin says one on the screen. The amount of fluid that comes out of you makes you pretty sure you squirted but you're not a hundred percent sure. When your eyes open you're greeted by Austin looking at the camera with hooded eyes and a smirk. "Good girl. Now Daddy's favorite and best girl gets her reward. You ready for round two?"

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[mae-gi-writes]

More love, more us, more healing . mark lee

Burnt out and overworked, your boyfriend Mark decidedly takes your mental state into his hands and shows you that life is much more than just jobs and routine.

Genre: fluff, angst, feelings of anxiety and helplessness, mark is a cutie.

A/N: For all those who are struggling with their day-to-day life, this is for you.

Song inspiration: More - Sam Ryder

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"No."

Mark looks at you as if you've grown two heads, "what do you mean, no?" He demands with wide eyes.

"No means no. I need to finish this chapter before I can chill out," you don't even bother looking at him as you type out the words, the sounds of the keyboard bouncing off the walls of your Air BnB apartment that you've rented out for this week.

"You're in Dubrovnik," Mark leans over the table to catch your eye, though you do a good job of avoiding his, "there's no way you're being the slightest bit productive--"

"Mark, please. I'm really trying to finish this here," you send him a look that shows you're actually serious, "just give me ten minutes and I'll be good to go."

A sigh escapes his lips and he collapses into the chair next to yours, looking out at the panoramic view of the seascape speckled with shards of white from the reflection of the sun.

You're actually surprised and glad that he's listening to you, and resume typing up the last chapter for the story you've been posting online for free. It's easy getting back into that headspace when the silence overtakes the room, the quiet buzz of the air conditioner providing good background noise to channel your focus.

But all that is quickly shattered when Mark suddenly bolts upright, chair squeaking. He grabs onto your forearm and tugs you up to standing

"What the--Mark!"

He closes your laptop and drags you out of the door.

"Mark!" You're fighting against his iron hold even if you know it's in vain. He's not going to let you go so easily, so soon, "I didn't even save my work!"

He responds with a mere “later” as he continues dragging you out wherever he’s planned this small adventure.

Your mind immediately starts racing to all the things you still have not yet done; you forgot to send that work email that had been promised this morning, your files still need to be sorted and you briefly remember seeing your colleague’s message pop up on your screen as you were writing out your story instead of focusing on work. You mentally groan; why couldn’t have started with the ones that needed your attention the most?

It’s always this weird downward spiral in which you realize that you haven’t accomplished what you hoped you would. And then, the disappointment seeps through. Followed by shame and irritation.

Mark must have seen the look on your face, for he’s quick to press a kiss to your forehead. You blink, steered right back into the present.

“You’re getting distracted again,” he grins lopsidedly as he always does, that crooked smile that always gets your heart beating a little faster somehow, “stop that brain for a minute,” and he presses a finger to the same spot he’d kissed earlier.

“I’m trying,” you mumble out.

It’s not just work. It’s the fact that you’re not even doing a job you particularly enjoy. You spend your days wasted away at a desk, filing paperwork and printing stuff for people upon request. So whatever you do after work-hours has to be decidedly productive or towards your ideal career, that’s what your brain has trained you to think, anyway.

Every day upon coming home, it’s routine to dump the laptop and work bag on the couch before opening up your personal PC, where you’d type away at a new chapter in hopes of getting it done by the time Mark gets home for dinner. You take a small break during dinner to have nice, simple conversation, then you switch to the small art pieces you’ve been trying to create and that means splitting your time between actually making the art work and actually managing the Instagram page.

There’s no time left before bed. And the next day is the exact same cycle all over again.

No sooner have you started this so-called ‘productive’ routine that it turns toxic, though you don’t see it. Mark does and he’s reprimanded you multiple times for it.

“That much social media ain’t good for you,” he used to say as he watched you from his spot at the sink. He’s the one on cleaning duty while you’re the one cooking. It’s only fair that you divide the tasks.

“I need to do it.”

“You don’t need to do it.”

“Yes. Yes I do,” you looked at him then, “easy for you to say when you write songs for a living. That’s literally the best life anyone could ever ask for.”

“It’s a job,” Mark replied, “at the end of the day, we’re all tired.”

He’d been right that time. He’s always right.

But he came from a place of success. He had multiple opportunities to show his talent. Had the choices given to him.

And you always had to grovel as if you were being left behind.

“Alright, we’re here.”

Mark’s voice jolts you back to the present and you snap back to attention, only to gape at the entirety of seascape that dwarfs you over the horizon, beyond the bus windowpanes from behind which you’re watching. Mark’s hand finds yours, squeezing softly as he leads you out of the vehicle and it isn’t until you’re stepping onto the pavement that he throws his arms out, head tilting back up to the sky.

“Breathe in!” He sucks in a loud breath and you giggle, swat his arm for good measure, “stop it. You’re so embarrassing.”

“That’s my middle name baby,” he winks at you, causing you to swat him again as embarrassment takes over. Always the one with the flirting, even after four years together.

The roads in Dubrovnik aren’t like normal city streets. They follow the flow of the mountain, winding up and down, going narrow then expanding wide whenever it allows for space. They are flanked by multitudes of rocks and a rich foliage of green adorning the houses that line the street.

You spot other tourists making their way down the stony steps leading to the beach, where Mark is currently directing you. Beyond lies the glimmering turquoise sea water sloshing up to the bank of jagged rocks from where people are currently jumping off of. In the distance, you hear the sound of waves, the call of seagulls, the chatter of voices.

Life, in general.

"Shall we?" Mark gestures towards the stone steps leading to the beach and you nod mutely, still on the fence about leaving everything behind. Aren't you just wasting time like this? Maybe you should--

All thoughts scatter when he tugs you to him and before you know it, he's sauntering down the said stairs, whistling a tune under his breath, you in tow.

"Mark, I--"

"If it's about doing something productive, I don't wanna hear it."

Your laugh escapes you before you can stop it, "actually no, it's about the beach thing."

"What about it?" He turns to look at you and his sunglasses slip down his head to his nose. Your laugh increases tenfold and if you had taken notice of him, you would've seen the grin widening across his face.

"Well, I wanted to tell you that I'd prefer the shade," you say, following down the rest of the steps until you reach the rocky floor leading to the water, "it's hot and I don't feel like burning myself."

"That can be arranged princess."

You flush once more, swat him on the arm, "stop it you idiot.”

"You like it when I call you that huh?" Mark teases as you move to a shadier area and you pull a face at him, knowing that hitting him won't have any effect anyway.

People are everywhere; lounging along the beach on towels, sunbathing like cats in the sun, plunging in and cliff jumping like there's nothing else more important in the world.

You’re about to say something, only to be interrupted by Mark grabbing your cheeks and squishing them up.

“Gotta smile a little,” his voice is bubbly and yet, it’s the tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart feel all fuzzy, “life’s good. Right?”

“Right,” you mumble, mystified that this amazing man would want to go out with the likes of you.

But true to his promise, Mark is right. The water does cool you down and allow the thoughts to melt away as you submerge yourself. The freshness makes you gasp, hairs on the back of your neck rising with goosebumps as your body automatically moves to provide some warmth.

You can’t help but yelp when he inevitably splashes you with water, “Ugh Mark!”

He laughs, shrieking as you splash him back, “okay okay!” He giggles, ducking this way and that in an attempt to avoid your assault, “truce! I call truce!”

You lower your hands, lowering your guard and it’s only when you’re swimming away that his hands come pressing down on your shoulders.

He dunks you headfirst and you come up screaming.

“You are so annoying!” You push seawater and hair out of your eyes, hands blindly splashing him some more.

“Oh gosh Y/N,” he’s chortling and choking on water, hands coming up to shield his face, “your face! You should’ve seen your face!”

“I hate you!”

“No you don’t!”

And in a flash, his arms weave around your waist.

He blocks your arms at your sides, cages you in his hold until you’re face to face.

He grins at you with adoration in his eyes and you find yourself grinning too.

“You’re an idiot,” you murmur while his forehead leans against yours.

He chuckles softly before one of his hands slide up to cup your cheek, “an idiot for you, surely.”

“Oh stop it with the sweet talk.”

“But how am I supposed to woo your pants off?” He pouts.

“Easy. You don’t.”

"I so do."

Your hand clamps down onto his mouth, “you talk too much.”

He mumbles a string of incoherent words that make you laugh even more, only to lick your hand.

You yelp, pulling away as he smacks his lips, “hmm. Salty.”

"You are disgusting."

"But you love me."

"Not when you do that, no."

"You dooo," he whines like a kicked puppy, "you can't live without me Y/N."

Sighing, you're well aware that he's saying the truth, "you're right. I cannot--"

He's quick to interrupt with a kiss. He grins at your astounded expression. Then, heat flushes right up to your cheeks.

"Idiot," you hide your face into the crook of his neck so as not to show your embarrassment but it's of no use. Mark pulls you away to grin at your flustered expression and you know, despite the fact that you hate how transparent you are, Mark loves it terribly.

"Cute," he steals another kiss before you cab say anything else, and you splutter, "y--you--"

"Yes? I? Blew you off your feet?" He nuzzles his nose with yours, "as I always do?" And proceeds to kiss your cheek, giggling.

This is presumably what you love the most about Mark. He makes you forget the troubles of life if only to live in the moment. You can let go of everything and just be for a little while, you can relax and be yourself. The self that isn't weighed down by the numerous impossible tasks set for you.

You get cold soon enough and decide to warm up in the sun, sitting atop rocks with both legs dangling as you talk about everything, about life, about what you should do for the rest of the day.

"I'm hungry." You tell him after a while.

He hums, "what shall we eat? I know they're famous for their seafood."

You decide on walking along the street, as per what Mark likes to refer as "Hakuna Matata" style. That is, until you stumble upon a hot dog stand.

"You want that?" Mark asks after noticing the way you keep glancing back at it.

"Do you?"

He slings an arm around your shoulder with a grin, "if you want it, I want it too."

Afterwards, you decide to visit the famous Old Town, a tourist village of old stone buildings, millions of stone steps winding in and out of the main road as if you've stumbled into a fairytale. Your eyes take in the red-tiled rooftops, the buildings made up of stone pieces and the beautiful architecture that surrounds it. And you suddenly realize one thing:

You're incredibly lucky.

You are lucky to be here. Lucky to even have the opportunity to see all this.

And yet, you had been stressing about work and about not meeting deadlines.

It's when you're sitting outside on the steps leading to a random cathedral eating ice cream that you voice this out to Mark.

"Yeah you stress a lot Y/N. Sometimes you gotta just--" Mark gestures a wave with his hands, "let it go."

"I know," you mumble, finishing off the last of your ice cream, "it's easier said than done though."

His hand rubs comforting circles over your shoulder. Then, he motions for you to get up.

"Come on," he wipes the dust from his shorts, reaches a hand out for you to take, "let's go do something wild."

Turns out that "something wild" means cliff jumping on the edge of the open-air Pub that overlooked the ocean.

"You want me to jump that?" Your fear gets the better of you. You peek over the rock edge down at the deep aquamarine of the water below and wonder if this is the day you'll die.

"You better, because there's no other way down than this one," one of the other boys who had climbed up after you and Mark says. And then off he goes, catapulting into the water with a huge splash and a cry.

You look at Mark, "you want to kill me."

He laughs, a hand circling your waist before he presses a kiss to your forehead, "you want me to go first?"

"No no," you know that if Mark goes first you'll never have the courage to jump, "I'll go."

And so you do.

Taking a deep breath, you try to atabilize yourself and close your eyes. Then, without thinking twice, your feet kick off the stone and push yourself into the void, adrenaline rushing through your body.

You float in mid-air for a moment and you can't help the scream that tears out of your mouth.

And then the water hits. Your body plunges into the depths.

It's refreshing. It's cool, and the sound of rushing water fills your ears as you float up to the surface.

A grin blossoms across your face as you look up at the rocky cliff.

"Wooo!" You yell at Mark, "this is so cool!"

"Woo!" He yells back, "catapult! Incoming!"

And a second later, he's splashing in right beside you and you laugh. A full, deep-bellied laugh for the first time in ages.

"Pretty cool huh?" He pushes his wet hair back from his face and you help him, an affectionate smile on your lips, "yeah, pretty cool indeed."

"See? You would've missed all this if you were cooped up in your room," he nudges your arm with his as your hand finds support on his shoulder.

“Maybe I would’ve finished my work earlier,” you joke.

“But you’d just go back to work on something else,” he pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “at least you get to enjoy yourself a little.”

“Have you ever considered doing a ted talk?” You ask him as you start swimming back towards the ladder, the cold finally seeping into your bones and making you shiver, “you might want to switch careers.”

“Nah but then I wouldn’t be able to personally counsel my girlfriend,” he looks up at you while you rummage for some dry towels. Tossing them at him, he continues, “where’s the fun in that?’

“Your girlfriend can do just fine.”

“Can she?” He raises a brow, “I don’t doubt it. But she still needs someone.”

It’s the way he looks at you as he says those words coated with nothing but a deep, full-fledged affection that makes you want to burst out into happy tears. You blink them back fiercely, turning away so as not to make a fool out of yourself as you grovel for an answer, “stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” His grin widens. He moves closer, chest almost touching your shoulder before he leans in and ever so slightly, murmurs into your ear, “like I love you?’

“Yes,” you narrow your eyes, “exactly that.”

Laughing some more as he winds an arm around your waist, he squeezes you to him, “love you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Love you too.”

As the sun falls over the coast of the island, the pair of you decide to dash back to your little accommodation for a quick shower before deciding to have an early dinner by the beach. You walk along the shore spanning from one coastline to the next and as the golden hour comes up to unfurl its dreaminess onto the Croatian landscape, you can’t help but lose yourself in the beautiful way the sun glimmers over the waves to cast amber light over its surface, the sky turning a bright pinkish orange with cotton candy clouds that makes you dream forever.

You find a little spot by the rocks where the waves lap up at intervals and, with your Mcdonald burgers in hand — as basic as you are despite the abundance of amazing Dubrovnik food in the area — you sit back and watch the sun cast a final goodbye over the horizon before its like disappears.

“I actually don’t want this day to end,” is what falls out of your mouth when the final slithers of the sun drop away from view to cast shades of blue over the beach, “I don’t think I’ve laughed that much in a while.”

“It’s nice to see you like that,” Mark turns to you then, that same soft smile gracing his lips and making your heart tickle. He presses his shoulder to yours, a gesture of comfort that warms you up, “you work so much that I tend to forget how you look like when you smile—“

“Don’t be so dramatic—“

“I’m not, Y/N.” His eyes find yours, “I mean it. You come home always tired and I don’t know what’s going on because every time I ask you, you brush me away and say you don’t want to talk about it. That’s fair enough, but do you know how helpless I feel when you’re literally sleepwalking around the house? It hurts me more than you think, Y/N. And it’s worse because I can’t do anything about it.”

Everything he says rings with truth, and despite the fact that he’s being gentle and is actually saying this for your benefit, you can’t help the tears that swell up in the corner of your eyes and you look away in fear that he’ll see you sniffling, hating how ignorant you’d been of what Mark was going through because you were too wrapped up in your own little world to care.

“I’m sorry,” is what you mumble out, “I didn’t realize how bad it had become.”

Mark shakes his head before his arm weaves around your waist to tug you closer, “no need for sorry’s,” his lips ghost over your temple, “I just want you to smile more, to be happier, to have things to laugh about.”

“I’ll try to take care of myself more.”

“Yeah and I’ll be there to bully you if you don’t,” he grins against your forehead.

You push at him in response, though there’s a wide grin almost splitting your face in two as you nuzzle even closer to try and hide your face into the crook of his neck. A comfortable silence takes hold and you bask in the serenity it brings; here with Mark and with remnants of salt on the tip of your tongue, you allow yourself this moment to enjoy the lapping of waters, the soft rocking of boats tied to the harbor, the call of birds to signal the end of the day. And you know that you’d live for more days like this with Mark at your side.

“Hey,” Mark’s murmur causes you to blink up at him, only for his mouth to descend on yours, sealing that moment with a sweet kiss.

You stifle a breath to kiss back, one of your hands sliding up to press along his neck to deepen it. His tighten his hold around your waist and as your bodies press together, your mouths start moving in sync, slowly, slow waves softly bobbing and meeting half-way. Goosebumps rise along the back of your neck, heat coiling through your stomach the more you keep kissing, the more your lips chase each other’s as if there’s nothing else in the world that matters but this moment, this touch from him to you, from you to him.

Mark tilts his head to the side and you angle yours as you feel the warmth of his tongue licking along your bottom lip. You open up to him, allowing him to delve in as a soft whimper jumps out from your throat. He grunts in response and pulls you even closer if that’s possible.

As light-headed as you feel, you pull away in order to halt yourself from getting too carried away by the magic of it all. You are in a public space after all and definitely not in an appropriate one to exchange such intimacy.

Mark’s forehead finds its way to yours and he grins down at you wickedly, the same little mischievous boy that has stolen your heart for safekeeping.

“Thank you,” you breathe out in the comfortable silence wrapping you up in a cocoon of warmth you’d like to call home, “thank you for taking care of me.”

“Thank you,” he says back before pressing one last kiss to your lips, “for loving me.”

“Ew, how are you so cheesy?” You try to wrinkle your nose, even lean back for good measure, but he beats you to it by caging you in his hold and chuckling when it’s clear you won’t be able to get out so easily.

“Just for you, baby,” he smiles at you easily and your heart melts in your chest.

Mark’s right. You need to stop, and breathe, and live a little more. All this time you’ve been running around the clock in a competition against no one but your own shadow, and at the end of the day, you’re still human. You still need to rest, to have peace, to have love. And to be loved.

To be loved, and to give more love.

And you can’t think of anyone else you’d like to share it with other than Mark.

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[johannestevans]

Bunch of new pieces this week!

Good evening!

Apologies for the lack of email last week, and the lack of bonus erotica episode too - I'm traveling back and forth at the moment as I try to sort out flat stuff, and unfortunately my asthma is kicking my ass at the moment and making it really hard to sit and record audio even when I have the time. I'm hoping after some rest my chest will chill out a bit and I'll be able to record by next week, but unfortunately it's not predictable.

I had a great time at Bristol Pride and met some of you guys, so if that was you, thanks so much for saying hello!

I will be at Leeds Pride in August, too, so looking forward to that.

Before I get to media recommendations and my new works published in the past two weeks, just your reminder that I am now running a trans erotica publication on Medium!

I'm reccing a favourite in my Media Recs section below, but since starting off, there's 20 new erotic pieces there to peruse, and I'm so, so excited to see a broad swathe of authors and works as time goes on and the publication reaches more people.

Trans Erotica on Medium

Please don't feel that you have to be transmasc or MLM to submit just because I am, by the way, I'd love to see more transfem and trans woman authors, as well as lesbians and WLW, submitting too!

Here are the Submission Guidelines, and here's a basic guide to Medium to get you started if you're new to the platform. Want a prompt to get you started? Here's the July 2023 prompt set.

Media Recs

Fashioning a Fop by Damien Locke- Short fiction. An 18th century tale of a trans man discovering himself through dressing in men’s clothing for the first time. This piece is fucking spectacular, so gorgeously written and with such wonderful 1700s-style prose, very hot, very fun!

What's in the Tea? by Achilles King - Short fiction. 18+ Erotica. Cis M/M and Cis M/Trans M. This is a gorgeous little piece playing with massage and the drugging effects of a particular tea, and I love the power play in this one.

The Music Man (1962, dir. Morton DaCosta) - A musical! I've been in the mood for musicals the past few days, and I enjoyed this one a lot more than I expected - a lot of the music has really stuck with me, I love the brass band stuff and the rapid patter pace of the show, especially because I love a conman. With that said, Marian Paroo is a ridiculous name for a woman - the librarian love interest should be a man. I also watched and enjoyed Sweet Charity (1969, dir. Bob Fosse), and I never realised Big Spender was from this show! So that was fun.

I had a gay movie marathon with my boyfriend, Lewis, so first we watched A League Of Their Own (1992, dir. Penny Marshall) and Thelma and Louise (1991, dir. Ridley Scott). These are both great films, obviously - A League of Their Own is a semi-biographical story about the first female baseball league in the USA during the war, and the second is a crime drama with two besties/lovers stuck in an escalating spiral after one of them shoots an attempted rapist. Lewis was surprised that Thelma and Louise is actually gay, so just FYI, it really is actually gay! It's not a happy ending and it's not uncomplicated, but Thelma and Louise are such great characters, and I love them a lot.

We also watched a favourite of mine, which is Gods and Monsters (1998, dir. Bill Condon), starring Ian McKellen and Brendan Fraser. If you love sexy manipulative old gay men fucking with the heads of younger mostly straight men who don't know how to deal with being the object of a man's desire, who are terrified of queerness on so many levels, but are also drawn to the novel and new? Yeah, baby. This is the flick for you.

Goetia (2016) - This is a point-and-click videogame that I played on PS4, although I also have it on PC, and I just finished it today. If you're interested in demonology and you love a 20th century haunted house, this is a short game with some great character writing and a really engaging mystery - a lot of it is pretty fucking creepy, and while the ending didn't entirely land for me, I enjoyed the game enough that I do want to recommend it. This is fucking difficult as a puzzle game, though, so definitely keep a notepad and pen handy.

We also caught the Super Mario Bros. (2023, dir. Michael Jelenic and Aaron Horvath) movie, and it was grand - it was honestly very well-paced, funny, and they did a lot of creative stuff with the source material, plus I'm obviously disgustingly horny for Bowser at all times, so it was good food for my libido.

With that said, it was a bit too aggressive with the heterosexuality, and the racial politics of the whole thing are... Fucking bad. Like, there's a lot to unpack there that I'd need a whole essay to pick apart, and as a white dude I really don't know that it's my place - there's always been some racism in the franchise, like the British studio's addition of a lot of anti-Black coding in making Donkey Kong 64, but just the whole vibe of the Mushroom Kingdom's worship of Princess Peach is like... Weird.

And lastly, I watched and loved The Wicker Man (1973, dir. Robin Hardy), and I have an extensive review below.

New Works Published

June's Top Short Story: Agony and Ecstasy

June's most popular short story of mine was Agony and Ecstasy!

Erotic short. An abbot takes a stranded sailor on for… personal duties.

6k, M/M, rated E! Age difference, virginity kink, some naivety, some oral and anal, first time enthusiasm.

On Medium / / On Patreon

TweetFic: Notes of Lavender

A secretary bonding and connecting with the only male secretary at work. 1960s. Featuring lavender marriages and LESBIANS.

On Twitter

New Podcast: A Stranger's Visit: The Story, Episode 4

Fantasy short. A priest of Freyr receives a strange visitation.

3.6k, rated T. MB. Originally published May 29th, 2021. A little bit of Norse godliness versus Norse priestliness. Featuring Esben. Adapted from a TweetFic.

RSS Feed / / On Spotify / / On Google Podcasts / / On YouTube

New Podcast: Temple Service: The Story, Episode 5

Romance short. A servant at the temple to Hephaestus lusts after an olive-tender.

Rated M, 2.2k, cis M/M, some ancient Greeks! Originally publiushed June 3rd, 2022. A temple servant and a grove-worker, lots of teasing and banter and flirting.

RSS Feed / / On Spotify / / On Google Podcasts / / On YouTube

Romance Short: Sickbed Trade

One sailor tends to another in his sickbed.

Just a little M/M piece with some love and intimacy. 500w.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Film Review: The Wicker Man (1973, dir. Robin Hardy)’s Spit in the Face of Cops and Colonialism

Exploring The Wicker Man’s themes of authority and control on its 50th anniversary.

On Medium / / On Patreon / / On Tumblr

Erotic Short: Intensive Care

A paediatric nurse takes some time after work with the Head of Psychiatry.

3.4k, cis M/M. Some fucky power play between coworkers, both of them very aware of each other’s character flaws, featuring age difference, size difference, riding, oral, anal, lots of physical intimacy and affection, with a hint of overstim at the end.

CW for mentions of past trauma, implied rape and sexual abuse, and incest. None of these things are explicit or present-day, and they’re discussed in the context of unpacking a trigger and some invasive thoughts.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Essay: The Relief of a Queer Audience as a Fruity Stand-Up Comic

Explaining one's existence takes time.

I’m a stand-up comedian.

Last week, I did some comedy at a queer-run, queer-centred open mic — suddenly, a twelve-minute set fit into six, because I was in a room full of queer people who knew exactly what I was talking about...

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Public Performance

A vampire shows off his toy for a club.

1k, cis M/trans M. A vampire fucks his trans boyfriend in a crowded nightclub as people dance below them.

Featuring some chem sex with the drugging effects of a vampire belt, public sex, fingering and vaginal sex, overstimulation, and implications of a fevered gangbang in the aftermath.

On Medium / / On Patreon

#musings #original fiction

[xox0rinny]

Fifty-Three Percent

Making up for not writing Dance to Forget lol. Sorry I never finished writing it but I'm thinking of continuing it after I finish the current story I'm working on right now.

Pairing: Keeho x Black f!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst??, College AU

Summary: You're feeling down after failing a test you thought you'd pass. But your boyfriend, Keeho, helps you feel better. (Based on a real story, without the boyfriend)

I walked in the door of me and my boyfriend's apartment. I just came back from my Physics class. We got our tests back and I had thought I would do good, but I only got a fifty-three percent. I thought I knew everything I needed, but apparently I didn't. I don't even know how I got most of the answers wrong when I looked back and saw that they should've been correct. I swear I hate that professor.

I sat my bookbag down on the couch and sat down. I took my shoes off and grabbed the TV remote. I just wanted to watch TV and forget all about my classes. It was sort of easy, considering the fact my classes were done for the day. But no matter how hard I tried, I kept thinking about the test. I really hoped it wouldn't bring my grade down because I was paying for classes and I didn't want my money to go to waste.

My temper hasn't changed since I got the test back about and hour and a half ago. Then suddenly I hear the front door open. I turn my head in annoyance to see who it is, even though there's only one other person who lives here.

It was Keeho. He walked in and hung his jacket up on the rack beside the door and took his shoes off. Once he spotted me his face lit up, then dropped.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" He asked, walking over to me on the couch.

"I'm fine." I say harshly.

I didn't mean to be so aggressive but I couldn't help it. He could clearly sense that something was off. He sat down on the couch and opened his arms, a signal for me to hug him.

"Tell me what's wrong.." He said softly as I gladly accepted his embrace.

"The stupid Physics professor failed me. It's not even that I did bad, it's just that I didn't put my answers the exact way he did so it's wrong. Like that's so stupid. Why can't I write down my own answers? Copying yours just seems lazy and like you don't understand the material. It pisses me off so much." I angrily ramble.

His kissed the top of my head, probably kissing my scalp because my braids exposed it.

"It's okay, my love. You'll do better next time. And if you don't, bring it up to him. Matter of fact, let's write him an email right now." He said, trying to get up from his spot on the couch.

"No! It's fine. I'm just a bit upset." I say, pulling him back towards me.

"No it isn't. If your answers are right, then you should've gotten an A. And he made you upset so I have a few words to say." He says with more of an attitude at the end.

I roll my eyes and laugh. Keeho was always protective of me. He would always have his hands on me when we're in public or tell people off when they disrespected me. I loved him for it. So I pulled out my computer from my bag and pulled up my gmail. I typed in the professor's name and handed him the computer.

"Oh I know him! Jiung was complaining about him earlier too!" He gasped. He then started typing fastly and had a concentrated look on his face.

I looked over at the screen and saw that the email was surprisingly very professional, yet sternly talked about my grade and his job as a teacher. He looked over at me for approval.

"Send it." I say with a sly grin.

He hit the send button and closed it. He set my computer down on the coffee table and hugged me.

"I don't like seeing you upset. Next time he, or anyone does anything to upset you, tell me." He says with a stern, but caring look.

"I will babe, don't worry." I smiled at him.

#yoon keeho #p1h keeho #p1harmony #keeho x reader #kpop idols #p1h jiung #x reader #black reader #female reader #school

[sparksnevadas]

Hello Sparks!!!! I just realized i forgot to do my usual 'post-chapter freak out in your inbox'.

I feel like it's a given to say it was incredible, but it absolutely was. The way you're able to pull off switches in tone so well is astonishing. I was screaming over every part of this chapter.

Mumbo's powers (which to be fair aren't a secret anymore, but a further view of them in action? !!!) and unsettling silly guy villain Keralis? The reveal that they bombed Doc's party and put themselves in peril because Bdubs can't be bothered to read letters and Scar doesn't check his email? Spectacular. The Mumbo Ough was great, and the reminder that everyone at the function knew Grian as Poultryman is so fun.

I know it's already been mentioned but,,, the parallels. I am going to tear my hair out. The way Scar allows both Mumbo and Grian to see him at his lowest and weakest, trusting Mumbo to shave his face and letting himself finally break down to Grian,, and how in-between them he's so unflinchingly vicious and coordinated? How he can go from his all powerful supervillain facade at Doc's party, pressing a knife to a potential ally's throat with steady hands and well rehearsed threats, to the Mayor's office which is so terribly unorganized and genuine that it hurts, letting himself slip in Grian's arms? Something about Scar's two sides and the persona of the villain he puts up to seem strong in order to continue being the mayor where he can actually help people and put his true intentions forward. Something. I don't know I'm too busy screaming because SCARIAN KISS!!!!!!! IT HAPPENED!! THE SLOW BURN SLOWBURNED (slowburnt?) AND WE'RE HERE!! I read it and had to stand up and walk around my room for a minute.

I'll try and make the last things I'm being insane about short so this ask isn't crazy long.

How as soon as Grian wakes up his first instinct was to jump in front of Scar and Mumbo, using his injured wings as a shield against the guys who had just absolutely pummeled him? God. (And how they cut holes in the jacket and put his wings through? Crying)

REN?? Gihasm rendoc crumbs? I'll die. On the spot. (Also, for the flower Doc was wearing, was it Keralis that gave it to him? Or Ren's favourite or something?)

Since both Keralis and Scar are mayors and Villains, I can't stop thinking about how funny it would be if X was also a villain, but just extremely terrible at it. He keeps getting caught and people can obviously see it's him but he just goes ''No, of course not! That was my twin! My uh, evil twin! Evil Xisuma!"

ALSO CUB CRUMBS! The first pseudo-dialouge from Cub in the story! I'm absolutely vibrating. I rotate gihasm Cub in my head frequently. I can't imagine him finally being broken out and told that his mostly inept brother has not one but two boyfriends and stole both of them from the hero association.

Also, is there anything that no one has mentioned or noticed you would want to (and can) share? I absolutely live for all the little details that you put in

Hi Scopop! No worries, youre under no obligation!

Aww youre really sweet! I worried a little that the scenes went too fast to feel connected or worth it, but i really wanted to explore all the new characters a bit. Glad it worked well!

I could say what his power is? If you want/if its unclear?

But yeah keralis’ power also took me off guard! I sorta knew i wanted one where he could shift/morph his body bc that could explain why hes a little uncanny (his big ol’ eyes) to look at. I started writing a villain using shadows and realized, hey! This has gotta be keralis! His power makes him a little off putting and undectable— more than once doc has been jumpscared by keralis sneaking into his office and reprimanding him for cursing or not sleeping enough.

And of course, the emails… i mentioned in another chapter that X had been trying to meet scar for a while + that scar doesnt meet with politicians. At that point i had already decided that keralis was going to be a mayor too, with him and etho subtly pushing doc to form an alliance with scar (etho bc he wants to help bdubs, except he didnt tell bdubs he was doing that)

Ough.

I love parallels i love symmetry i love making small details matter,,, i mentioned this in another ask but scar being vulnerable and trusting grian finally allows grian to see him as… well, as a human. When youve spent so much of your life deciding someone is bad bc of one side you see of them (reinforced by everyone around you), you realize who dont see that person for who they are. Sure, grian had caught glimpses of scar’s personality before, but now he’s living in that reality. And… he likes it. He likes scar, and the way he asks for help and protects his own wholeheartedly. He sees a whole person, who loves loudly. And he wants a little more of it directed at him.

… i need to move on, i could spend too much time psychoanalyzing grian in gihasm.

Anyways. Scars right though. Villains like a scene. Doc just wish it wouldve not stopped his party? He was introducing a new recruit to everyone!

The slowburn slowburned. Yknow, literally a few days ago i was wondering if gihasm deserved that tag bc its so clear to me/sveryone that theyre in love. But uh. I suppose ill keep it <3

I wanted the kiss to be absolutely unexpected and i wanted it to be sugar sweet. Im so so so glad people liked the surprise. Grian can love just as strongly as Scar if he lets himself. Thats our first direct hint of it. But like you point out, grian already loved scar before realizing it. Standing between doc and scar/mumbo with no armor on and a too-bug suit jacket? Only letting scar get close when he was losing consciousness? Yeah. Boys in love.

They ended up having to wash the stuff off of grians wings, hence the dampness. Mumbo and scar both have noticed grian’s own home remedy for making clothes fit and they went ahead and cut open to suit (probably with the same knife scar was threatening doc with, actually). Doc, btw, called a time out bc despite everything, he respects poultryman and doesnt want to burn (literally) that bridge yet (figuratively)

Rendoc crumbs :) the flower on docs suit was meant to represent that he has a lover— and then him touching it while talking about ren was supposed to connect those two dots.

Honestly that would be hilarious! Wish i had thought of it. But alas, i have a short backstory on x that im hoping i can put in somewhere. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cub my beloved. I hc him as aromantic/asexual (or at least on the spectrum) and i imagine he gets out, sees scar with two boyfriends and goes “what.”

(To grian) “Werent you a hero?”

Grian shrugs.

“…Okay. Well anyways Scar-“ very nonchalant.

And yes!!! Thank you for asking if there were any other details. Ever since i got this ask ive been thinking of what to mention (also sorry for the delay, was VERY tired when i first got this)—

SO. The new recruit doc has is Iskall! Thats why the pronoun changes. Iskall is shown talking to Cleo (Osiris) at the very end as they’re leaving. Its his first time at a Doc party and hes so nervously excited! :D

Anyways thank you so much for the ask Scopop! Always a delight to see a long comment/ask (but of course dont feel pressured). Glad you liked the chapter <3

#gihasm #its scopop! #talking to friends

[perexcri]

helloo! i think this is now…my third time leaving an anonymous ask in your inbox? i do not remember but it’s been no less than three.

i don’t recall precisely what i said in the other two but i believe it was mainly me raving about to hell and back again, a flower that resembles you, and irresistible.

i enjoy your writing immensely and whenever i get the email notification that you’ve posted a new work or chapter it brings a smile to my face.

that being said, could you possibly pay for my therapy after tonight? i have never cried as intensely while reading a fic, maybe while reading any written work at all, as i did while reading “beneath these boughs, my devotion blooms.”

yes i did read the tags beforehand. yes i did read both of the inspiration posts beforehand.

yes i did start crying like a little bitch when i got to the line “you took me home.” yes i kept crying like the aforementioned little bitch the rest of the way through.

i have been an avid reader of all things perexcri since september and you never fail to amaze. even when you make me sob like a baby over fantasy boyfriends who are devoted to each other (helplessly so, if you even care.)

ahhhh hello anon!! i remember your message about thaba, aftry, and irresistible!! you're always a kind presence here, so thank you for stopping by :D

i'm glad you like my writing though 🥺 that means a lot to me!!

but AHHH IM SO SORRY FOR THE TEARS T_T i will gladly contribute all twelve of my dollars to your therapy if it helps at all!! i'll also send you tissues and flowers as a consolation 💐 i want my writing to make people feel things ofc, but then i end up feeling a little bad when people say they cried because of it (though i've also been laughing maniacally at the comments i've gotten and your ask,,,that fic infected my brain so i'm glad to have spread the disease to others so i can be free 😌)

oh and the you took me home thing,,,my friend idk what happened, but the idea of home ended worming its way into that fic so hard. i usually try to have one or two motifs or images to draw on when i write a fic just to make things feel more cohesive, but idk why HOME ended up being one of those things for this fic. even weirder because i decided to make magnolia trees so important to it, and those are one of the more popular trees where i live. and i don't like where i live!! ugh so weird how we internalize these things and then they end up coming out regardless

all that aside, i am glad that you read it and seemed to enjoy it :') and that you like my writing in general!! like i already said, it means a lot to me, especially because sometimes i either get too much in my own head or i can't tell if people actually like my stuff. it's stupid, i know, but messages like yours help remind me that people are reading and they are enjoying it :]

anyway, i'm glad you read it!! thank you for being such a kind and lovely reader, and i will continue for as long as i am allowed to be a devoted writer (helplessly so,,,,,,,also if you even care 🙄)

thanks again friend 💜💜💜

#ask #beneath these boughs

[ivyruins]

I've seen a lot of artists post their beautiful drawings here. As an artist myself and for other artists too, can we perhaps get an LIs reacting to seeing a sketch of themselves in MC's sketchbook? I think it would be such a. Cute little scenario <33333

a/n: this was really sweet!! I myself am an artist as well, so this was very fun to write :)) made it different for each boy because I know people react differently to someone else seeing their drawings + accommodates a few different types of art. enjoy!

+ really restraining myself here because I love writing it intimate and emotional, but xyx would definitely pull a "okay I like it picasso"

Li's reacting to seeing a drawing of them

Nightowl (sketch/doodle)

your current sketchbook had been nightowl's notebook. he had only used a little bit of it before he didn't need it anymore, so you had stole took it for your own sketches.

he had found it laying down on the bed once. (you hadn't scribbled out his name at the front, instead added a '+ y/n!' right after his name. he beamed). he had picked it up to see some of his old notes, skimming through his old (dreadful) handwriting from back when he was still in school, until he stopped at a page.

his eyes widened when he sees himself in your artstyle. he knew you were into drawing, but he didn't know you drew anything else besides doodles of the bloomic characters, but here it was. a sketch of him, with his eyes closed and mouth opened in a smile you told him how much you loved, and a little speech bubble beside him that read "cutie <3 "

nightowl literally takes a picture so he could have it saved in his phone. he doesn't even tell you he saw it, but the next time you opened the book to continue drawing, you'd find a little sticky note on the page you drew him.

saw your drawing, you're so talented! I love you so much <33!!

Quest (digital art)

you sneak glances at quest, who was busy typing away at an email from his laptop. working from home had worked in your favor. you had been trying to draw quest for a while now, and this proved to be a perfect opportunity to do so. unfortunately, your boyfriend had superhuman peripheral vision, and he starts to become suspicious of you sneaking glances at him.

to be fair, you weren't even being subtle about it. you'd look up at him, look back down to fix a tiny detail, then look back up. it didn't take a genius to know what you were doing, but quest pretends not to know. at least until you were finished. it was easier this way. he could concentrate, and you could work with it.

he fights the urge to chuckle at your concentration, though. he finds your annoyed huffs and scrunches of your nose to get the detail down just right absolutely adorable.

you didn't show him afterwards, and he let it go. he didn't want to force you to show him what you made, but it did make him deflate a little, thinking you had given up on it.

the next day he opened his laptop, he finds a print with your unmistakable signature in the corner, and a little heart next to it. a smile made its way to his face, as he sticks the print on the wall where his work was.

he calls you afterwards, and you could tell how much he loved it from the affection in his voice.

NakedToaster (traditional art)

"you can't not show me, you drew me didn't you?" toast asks, voice gentle with an edge. you could tell his curiosity was getting to him, "I've seen your art before, and i love it."

you sigh lightly, slowly giving in, "art is subjective,"

"I have good taste, then." he replies, as if that doesn't dismiss the meaning of subjective, and gently pries your book from your hands because they knew you wouldn't give it yourself. he did it slowly, though, as if he was giving you a chance to pull it away from him if you really didn't want to. you let him.

he takes a look at your drawing; pencil smudged to shade, sharp strokes blending with duller ones, his hair was unkempt, his glasses askew. you didn't draw him like a portrait to be hung, but more of a photograph for yourself. it was him; your toast. the one only you get to see, with his bed hair during gaming and his cheeks dusted red from small compliments. it felt personal, and he could read your admiration just by looking at it.

"you don't have to pretend," you say, rubbing your forearm when he was silent for a beat too long, taking it negatively, "its okay if you don't-,"

"its- its beautiful." he blurts, wanting to immediately dismiss your bad thoughts. his eyes remain on the drawing, sheepish at his sudden admission, but it was evident that he was being honest. you knew him, and you knew he doesn't lie, "i love it. I love you. so stop thinking so low and start giving yourself more credit,"

you sigh earnestly, feeling a heavy weight lifted off your shoulders as you lean into him.

Xyx (painting)

the paining of xyx and cat sat on top of the easel. you had spent a good amount of time on it, and now, stepping back to examine the final product, you smiles, satisfied.

it was absolutely perfect. there were a few bumps during it, but you had managed to cover them with little decorations. you had turned wrong brush of color beside cat into a leaf, and now you had decorated the background with different types of plants you had in your home. it was like a family portrait, you, xyx, cat and your beloved plants.

you hear the door open from behind you. you didn't have to look back to see who it was. the soft murmur of "jesus," followed by the feeling of his palm on your shoulder confirmed it was none other than your lover.

you hadn't realized it yet, but cat had slipped in just as the door closed, and once you noticed the little feline, it had already stepped on the splattered paint on the floor, paws on your canvas.

"you little troublemaker!" you laughed, pulling cat away before the whole easel was ripped to shreds, "look at you, taking all the credit," you chuckled, looking at the small paw in blue paint at the corner of your canvas that cat left, right over where your signature was.

"looks like I got cat's approval," you grinned up to your boyfriend who was still admiring the painting from afar, "did I get yours?"

"you're fucking amazing," he mused, walking over to place a kiss on your forehead. you got your answer.

#blooming panic #nightowl #xyx #quest #nakedtoaster #I started off writing this as a reaction... and it gradually got longer ehe #this is pretty self indulgent. I'm probably toast's mc in this #toast would grab the nearest metal pipe and smash your small self esteem because he Loves You (trademarked) and he'd never lie #I feel like something is off with this one so I'm posting it before I stare at it too long #I hope it's okay :'))! #blooming panic x reader

[barzysunflower]

hello! i just got accepted into the uni and program of my choice!! could you write a barzal x reader fluff regarding this please

i hope you have a good day :-) i absolutely love your writing btw hehe

note: first of all congrats that’s absolutely amazing and thank you!! second, I assumed you got into grad school (?) so this is what the blurb is about, but I guess that’s just a small detail.

mat barzal x reader

word count: 667 (& no warnings)

you get into grad school

You were an anxious wreak, had been for days now. The decisions for your grad school applications were about to come out and you were only given timeframe, not an exact date. So when three days passed and you still hadn't heard back, you assumed the worst. The people closest to you had been great about calming you and reassuring you, especially your boyfriend, Mat. He took you out for dinner or brought home your favorite takeout, took you out of the house to literally do anything but let you stare at your laptop waiting for an email to come in. Now, only the fourth and last day the university could give you their decision, you were already prepared for the worst.

Mat walked into the kitchen where you were still eating your breakfast. "Okay, I gotta go to practice. Promise you'll do more than just refresh the app?" You just nodded in response to which he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed a

gentle kiss against your cheek. "Don't worry, you'll get in, babe. You're a perfect candidate."

"Yeah, but so are a thousand others." You pouted.

"They're idiots if they don't pick you. Ok, I gotta go, but please don't stress too much." He gave you a long kiss before leaving for practice.

For the next couple hours you busied yourself with random tasks and compromised with yourself to only check every 30 minutes. And finally, after checking three more times, you got an email saying your application has been updated. Your hands were shaking as you clicked on it, but a huge wave of relief crashed over you when you read the words you were dying to hear. A loud scream escaped you and you started jumping up and down. Then you reread the words again and again to make sure your mind wasn't ticking you. But know there it said it: Accepted.

The first person you wanted to call was Mat, but he was still in practice and couldn't pick up. So you called your parents and your best friend and waited until you could finally tell Mat. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, so-", but he was interrupted by you screaming into the phone. "YOU GOT IN?!"

"Ya!", you managed to get out, still very excited.

"I told you! Aw, I'm so proud of you! Ok, we have to celebrate. We'll go out tonight, eh?" He could tell you weren't able to talk so you hung up and he made his way back to the apartment after making a quick stop.

*****

"Hey, hey! Where's my future grad student?" Mat's voice carried through the apartment and you jumped up excitedly off the couch. He walked in with some flowers and a little bag in his hand. You sprinted to him and jumped into his arms. Laughing, he caught you easily and embraced the hug.

"I did it!" Your smile was as wide as it got, so was his.

"I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it." He kissed you gently and carried you into the apartment, setting you down on the kitchen counter. "I got these for you." He handed you the bouquet and the little bad. Smiling you smelled the flowers and gave him a kiss.

"Thank you." The bag contained your favorite box of chocolates.

"I didn't have time to pick out an actual gift, I wanted to see you as soon as possible, so I'll get something later."

"You don't need to get me anything! I'm only accepted, now I have to do well. Plus, these flowers are enough. I love them." You pulled him into a hug and kissed him. "And I love you. I know I haven't been super fun to be around the last couple days."

"It's ok, I understand, don't worry. I love you." He pulled you close so your head laid against his chest. He pressed a kiss on top of your head. "My little smart-ass."

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal blurb #new york islanders #hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #ny islanders #nhl blurb #blurb #nhl fic

[forbidding-souda]

hey hey! i love your writing and i was hoping you could take my request :D can you please write korekiyo, byakuya and ryoma (or kaito, whoever you prefer writing) with an ultimate idol/singer s/o? thank you so much in advance <3

Korekiyo Shinguuji, Byakuya Togami, and Kaito Momota with a SHSL Idol S/O

omg I like never get kaito asks this is so exciting I love kaito. whenever i send asks it's always either hagakure, mondo, shinguuji, togami, or kaito. this is absolutely golden

"You are so determined and I have respect. But you research the most random shit ever" -my boyfriend asking me why i'm still awake and I tell him I'm reading an essay about the cultural significance of idols in Japan

"What makes idols particularly unique to entertainment acts anywhere else in the world is largely due to the emphasis on marketing their stories of growth and development over time. And this aspect of idols is what makes them an important symbol in modern Japanese culture as it embodies the values emerging in the wake of the reconstruction of Japan after the second world war. Further, the depiction of these values reflect how these ideals are still important to Japanese society and that is reflected both in the marketing and the fans’ reaction to that marketing." this is so interesting

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ He also mansplains the purpose of idols to you. He just loves their significance - he loves the manufactured storyline that the sponsors let play out. They want to watch you grow, he says for the fifth time in your relationship, and you give them that; that's why the love you so much. He's also a bit cynical. You listen to him talk with a small smile on your face, nodding your head, sometimes stroking his hair just to make him feel smart. He says some genuinely content things sometimes, too. He always makes sure to clarify that he doesn't love you for your image - for your 'ideal perfection' - but instead for you.

❤ You always, on social media, share the random history facts you learn when with him. Your accounts feed looks like a wikipedia page.

❤ You're inspiring millions and educating them on random culture facts? Wow you're so smart!!

❤ Your agency doesn't permit you being seen in public with him but you do go to whatever public even the is invited to or hosting.

❤ ^ It adds to the whole "intelligent with history" thing you have going on. People seeing you in museums and art exhibits just makes you look more interesting.

❤ He is surprised at how you hold the stress. He knows it's a stressful job, but the way you smile and talk all nice in public makes the job look easy.

❤ It would be funny if he would replace his usual hat with one that has your agency on it. Showing his vague support!

❤ He will never talk about you in public or support you specifically in public because he knows that if your 'romantically innocent' image is ruined, your reputation could go down. Being the SHSL Idol, he isn't sure how down it will go, but you express your major concern for it.

❤ Wota - passionate male fans of idols. Shinguuji knows a bunch about them, and he does not hesitate to creep them out if they start acting suspicious. His boo thang is an idol! He's defensive over them.

❤ In a more canon-Shinguuji view: he would use being close to you as a tactic to lure in young woman to kill them.

❤ You would be perfect bait.

❤ If you started as an idol as a kid, his sister had probably heard of you. Maybe she was even a fan.

.

Byakuya Togami

❤ The only con to dating you is the amount of emails he gets to his business email from your fans. They ask a lot of questions about you - always wondering what your favorite food is and what it's like to live with you. He originally mass deleted them all, and then he started paying someone to delete them, and now he just lets you go through them and answer them. You answering them helps with your reputation, too. Plus - you can sit on his lap in front of his computer as you do so.

He holds your hips, keeping you in place - no salacious wiggling allowed. You sit right between his thighs as you type away at his computer. He's surprised at how different your typing portrays you. You absolutely do not talk like this in real life - especially not to him.

"It is quite unnerving the amount of details these questions ask for." He says softly into your ear.

You just shrug, humming nonchalantly. "They're bold enough to ask them, I might as well give a cute answer."

"Your patience is remarkable," he says. "You're good at what you do."

The praise makes you smile and you're happy he can't see it. He sounds so impressed with you - his voice so content, so affected - you can't believe this is the same Byakuya you met in high school.

"Thank you very much."

❤ The agency would usually manage who you date and who are seem publicly with. They absolutely do not even try when it comes to the Togami Empire. They don't dare.

❤ I imagine him being like a soccer mom but with an idol significant other LMFAO.

❤ Your fans love it when you tweet about him. I feel like they'd create fan edits of the two of you (LMFAO) and have like threads where they write facts they know about him from you. I doubt he has a twitter page - does he even know this is all happening? Does he know people are talking about him? That's up for you to decide.

❤ The idea that one day you'll graduate and became apart of an empire is so bewildering to you. It won't be like your coworkers - you won't become an actor, or a vlogger, or study abroad. When you graduate, you'll run the world.

❤ I can see him paying for reflexology, hair salon stuff, massages and the like.

❤ This family absolutely approves of you as the public significant other to Byakuya.

❤ You dating him also makes him appear more lively than he actually is - so when he's mean to people, they often don't take him seriously (he hates this but you think it's funny).

❤ Togami practically owns your agency. He keeps his eye out on the treatment of the idols under it. One of your colleagues is getting harassed? Byakuya will literally fire them as if he's their boss. And since he's The Byakuya Togami, no one is going to stop him.

❤ He absolutely cannot mentally handle hearing about people thirsting for you. It gives him headaches.

❤ Angry Togami slouching at his desk with loud, bubbly pop music playing in the background.

.

Kaito Momota

❤ He loves the way you motivate everybody. You consider your purpose as an idol is to make your fans happy and encourage them to live their best lives. When you and Kaito first met, you talked about this, laughing it off and explaining it as if it is something casual. To him, it's more than casual. It's all he'd ever want in a partner - somebody who uses their influence in the same way he would. And you do a hella good job at being so positive, when he watches your videos and your interviews, even he starts to feel a lot lighter. You're like the sun.

"You're a superstar," he kisses your forehead, "the biggest star in the galaxy."

You continue typing away on your phone. Ever so often he will cover your face with kisses whenever you're emailing someone, or updating your social media. It's whenever he deems you 'distracted'. When he pulls away, you find yourself leaning closer to him, waiting for more. He doesn't kiss you again. You look up.

He is staring right at you with his bright, purple eyes. It freaks you out a little bit. "Ah- what?"

"Nothin'! I just like looking at you."

You roll your eyes before turning your head away from him. What a typical Kaito answer. Still, you can't help but feel a bit flustered. "Jeez."

Finally, he gives you what you want, attacking your face with his pecks.

❤ Ah he probably calls you sunshine or starlight. Especially when he is talking about you to one of his friends who don't know that he's dating an idol.

❤ He also loves it when you hold handshake events, or anything where you can get personal with your fans. Sometimes he'll want to go on a date but when you tell him you have a meet-up, he sounds more excited about that.

❤ I think he'd carry around a polaroid of you and him in his wallet - with your signature on it, just so if somebody else sees it he can hear their opinion on you. He loves it when people gush about you to him. He's like "I know - they're so great, aren't they?"

❤ Probably wears your merch just casually lmfao.

❤ But he won't tell anyone that you two are dating. If they find out then he won't deny it, but he'd never go out of his way to 'expose' you like that. Your agency expects you to give the impression of romantic naiveness.

❤ I doubt he'd even realize the objectifying of you done by other men. If he sees any of it he'd just be like "ugh they ARE gorgeous, you're so right" and then not think anything of it.

❤ Though, oddly enough, your agency did ask you to do some suspicious angled shoots for a magazine. When Kaito saw you on the front cover, in a simple store selling magazines, he gasped so hard that everyone turned to look at him.

❤ And then he bought it.

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[nicoleheichou]

Now All I See Is Color - chapter 7: on the house

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

"Ya ready for our next stop?" You follow him to his car, looking over today's schedule and going through your emails seeing if you missed anything. "But there's nothing else on your schedule?" You look over at him and he shoots you a smile.

"It's not on the schedule." You can tell he's enjoying himself, being able to tease you. You can't help but roll your eyes. You realize he's not going to tell you where you're going next, saying something about how it's a surprise. After about 15 minutes of driving you finally stop in front of a restaurant. "Onigiri Miya?"

You can't help but feel confused. Was it his family's restaurant? You walk in, the bell over the doorway ringing, signaling customers. "I'll be with ya in a minute!" A voice says from the back. Atsumu ushers you into one of the stools by the counter. After a few seconds a man walks up to the both of you. "So this is the infamous y/n, huh?" You look up to see Atsumu? No. It can't be, his hair is parted differently and his hair is a different color. You think about how it's still going to take time getting used to being able to differentiate people based on hair color now.

"Angel, this is my twin, Osamu." Breaking you away from your thoughts, Atsumu points at his brother. "Ah, nice to meet you Miya-san." He scowls at the name. "Call me Osamu. That's what everyone calls me. And it's rude to point at people, ya know?" He glares at Atsumu and you can't help but be amazed at how similar they were. "Anyway, what can I get ya started?"

You glance over at Atsumu who just gives you a nod. "Pick whatever ya want angel, I'm paying." You don't miss the look Osamu shoots his twin. "Tsumu, you already paid for my lunch, it's okay."

"Actually don't worry about it y/n. Order whatever ya want, it's on the house." Osamu slides you a menu to look over, Atsumu looks over your shoulder and tells you which ones are his favorite. "Not you though, yer still paying and ya don't get a discount either." You notice the blonde deflate beside you, glancing over you see him pouting. "Come on Samu! I had a crazy day today." The other twin just rolls his eyes.

You finally give your orders and Osamu gets to work on making them. It was pretty slow since the dinner rush hadn't started yet. The only other people in there at the moment were an elderly couple who were finishing up their meal. You take in the decorations and the way the restaurant is set up and you can't help but giggle at how some of the colors clashed with each other. "What's so funny angel?" You look over and see Atsumu staring at you with interest.

"Did you notice that the color scheme is mainly black and white but the chairs for some reason are hot pink and green?" He looks over you and starts to laugh. "What's so funny?" Osamu says while placing your orders in front of you. "We're laughing at how ya have hot pink and green chairs with yer black and white theme." Osamu's eyes instantly widen. "What are--holy shit! Are ya soul--?" Before he can finish his thought Atsumu is slapping his hand over the other's mouth.

You smile sheepishly at him not really knowing what to say. You haven't even told your boyfriend about it. "We haven't told our significant others, so keep it between us. Am begging ya." Atsumu says while moving his hand away from his mouth. "Your secret's safe with me." He reassures the both of you before motioning for you guys to eat. The rest of the time is Osamu telling you embarrassing stories about not only Suna but Atsumu as well. You decide to say your goodbyes once the dinner rush started. You had an eventful first day of work to say the least.

a/n: and we're done with written chapters for a bit. yay! lmaooo. i hate my writing. but hope you guys are enjoying it. 😌

oh what i'd do to have some onigiri made by osamu. 🤤

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[sunlightbabe]

oh oh oh could u also do 5 with thomas (basically this is me trying to make sure u don't run out of asks bc i really like your writing lol)

ellie you are such a sweetheart!! thanks for being Hella Patient with this one 💛 i saw some people on the dash lamenting a lack of new thomas content so i’m going a little out of order with my asks to provide some hehe x

5) Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

You were nearly bouncing with excitement as you followed Leo through the hallway.

Two months. It had been two months since you had last seen your boyfriend. Two months full of texts and late night phone calls, of face time sessions both quick and long, of sending silly memes and selfies and songs and just about anything that made you think of Thomas.

You didn't like to admit it, but it was hard sometimes. You were so proud of his success, because god knows the whole band deserved it after all their hard work, and you felt impossibly lucky to be by his side throughout this journey. But it was hard, the nights spent alone in bed, the quietness of your shared apartment. You felt selfish, almost, for wanting him with you when he was out living his dream, so you tried your hardest to stay positive and supportive.

Some nights, you weren't as strong as you'd like to be.

It wasn't intentional, but one night, you ended up venting to Leo about everything you were feeling. He listened and soothed you as best as he could over the phone and said that he would figure something out. The following morning, you received an email letting you know about a plane ticket with your name on it.

You owed him the world's best birthday present, truly.

The hotel was quiet. You didn't see a single other person as Leo led you up to the sixth floor, a cocky little smirk on his face. In the elevator, you thanked him profusely and even managed to sneak a kiss against his cheek.

"And he has no idea?" you ask in a whisper.

Leo shakes his head. "It will be a complete surprise."

He leads you to the end of the hall and stops infront of a door that looks indistinguishable from all the others, yet the sight of it sends your pulse skyrocketing.

"Good luck," Leo says with a wink, unlocking the door with his keycard before heading back down the hall. You watch him for a moment before turning to the door, hand hovering above the door knob. Only an inch or two of wood separated you from your boy.

Inhaling deeply, you step inside and shut the door behind you.

"Leo?" an all too familiar voice says, and hearing it in person sends a delightful shiver down your spine. "Is that you? Damiano was just asking where you went off to..."

Slowly, you walk further into the room and see Thomas standing by the windows, hunched over his suitcase. You watch him pick up a shirt, sniff it, and then toss it over his shoulder.

"He was asking about dinner plans already. I don't think he's even had breakfast yet."

"And you?" you ask. Thomas goes still, another shirt falling from his hands and back into the suitcase. He turns to look at you, a look of pure shock on his face as he processes that yes, you're really here. "If you haven't, we could maybe go grab some? There was this really cute cafe I passed-"

In a few quick strides, Thomas crosses the room and pulls you into his arms. You practically melt into the touch as his hands grasp tightly at your jacket, your own hands smoothing across the warm expanse of his back. Thomas nuzzles into your neck and holds you as close to him as physically possible.

For the first time in two months, you feel like you can properly breathe.

"Hi bunny," you exhale, voice wavering with emotion. "I missed you so much."

Thomas squeezes you tighter before pulling back, and before you can say anything, before you can comment on the way his eyes are starting to water, Thomas kisses you.

It's forceful and insistent and your toes curls in your shoes. Thomas's lips move against yours like he'll never get this chance again, like he's making up for lost time. You squeeze your eyes shut as you kiss him back with just as much emotion, resting one hand on his cheek. When you tease your tongue against his lower lip, Thomas gasps, and when you open your mouth for him, Thomas shudders.

The two of you stand there, chest to chest, mouths moving together, for as long as you can.

"Fuck," Thomas gasps before going in for another quick stolen kiss. "How did you-?"

"Leo." You kiss him three times in quick succession. "We need to do something nice for him for his birthday."

Thomas grunts in agreement before kissing along your jaw, hands clutching you tightly.

"How long are you here for?" he asks, fingers digging into your skin as if to keep you with him for as long as possible.

"That depends, I think, on how long you want me here?"

Thomas doesn't answer, not with words. He kisses you again, just as desperately, just as lovingly, and you understand him completely.

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#5

for my own private collection

summary: having a boyfriend who's a pornstar means everyone gets a piece of him. you request a piece all for yourself. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1217 warnings: austin butler as a pornstar. edging. masturbation ( m and f ). orgasm control. mild daddy and mommy kink. mild dom/sub undertones. sex tape? me making one joke re: one night in paris. author's note: welcome to day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler. this was fun. everyone thank @dreamersparacosm for this being pornstar austin because i struggled a little with this because my previous attempt felt boring. this does not feel boring.

"You know you could just buy one of my movies, right? Or- I'm pretty sure I have them on my hard drive. At least one, you know the one with Liv and Luke-" Austin starts to say before getting cut off by your answering huff over the phone.

"Yes, because I enjoy watching one of my best friends getting railed by my boyfriend and one of my other friends. Makes total sense, babe." Your tone is biting and not for the first time Austin is reminded of why everyone nicknames you Viper after every time they're on the receiving end of this tongue of yours. "No, I want- everyone else gets to see you play with your cock, beg for mercy from Olivia all sorts of things. I just- I want to watch you. I want to only see you."

Austin sighs. "A personal tape?"

"I- I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. I wouldn't pay for it, obviously but you could give me that. One Night in Austin." You have to bite your lip at your own joke, it's not funny, really especially after knowing the details behind Paris Hilton's tape, but still you think it's a little funny.

"I was about to say yes, but I don't know if I can after that Paris Hilton joke." He pauses and tries to bite back his own laugh. "Give me a couple days, okay? Three tops, depending on the mail."

"You're sending it via the mail? Are we in the 90s?" You ask incredulously, shaking your head at the phone.

You can actually hear Austin's shrug and picture his face. "No, but if you want something private for only your eyes, I have to go low-tech."

After all, he's got enough of a following that he doesn't put it past anyone on the web to somehow hack into his email and get the video. He's seen it happen with his ex and he's seen it happen with so many people in the industry. Better safe than sorry. You hum in acknowledgement before letting the topic go.

When the mail arrives on Saturday you're excited, it comes in an unmarked envelope with Austin's looping handwriting writing out your address and the note attached simply says "for your eyes only".

It takes you a minute to set up your blu-ray player to play the DVD but when you do you settle onto your bed and watch your boyfriend wave at the camera, grinning his signature grin that he reserves only for you.

"Someone wanted a show, a private video without paying." He smirks, moving to show off how he's completely naked. "She's lucky I'm kind of in love with her."

You can't help but laugh at the comment before you focus on what he's doing. You notice he's already hard, leaking and that he almost looks like he had been playing with himself before he turned on the camera. Your hand moves to between your legs, slowly starting to rub at your clit, you think you should grab your vibrator but knowing how Austin is- how his cock already looks, you don't think this is going to be long.

"I've already been playing with myself, baby." His hand moves to stroke his cock, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. "Been telling myself that my girl wants to get a show and I know what she'd like. What she likes when we're together." He pauses and grips his cock a little tighter. "Been wanting to come for a little bit already. If you were here you'd be edging me for hours, wouldn't you?"

He's not lying and you know it, as much as you enjoyed being edged by him- seeing his relief after you let him come was something else. Seeing how his mouth would fall open with whimpers and sighs did something else. Your breathing quickens as you feel your cunt getting wetter, feel your juices starting to pool as you watch him.

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#4

you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )

rating: M, though occasionally this just slides into X, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a plot. So minors, shoo shoo.

relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla see the warnings. really read them, you need to for that last bit to make sense.

word count ( this part ): 5.1k. i don’t think they’ll all be like this. either that i’m going to write basically the war and peace of reader insert for this fandom.

warnings ( overall, just so you don’t start this and stumble into something several parts in ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), character bleed, talk of poor treatment of subs, talk of sub drop and subspace with them also being entered, dom/sub, choking, collars, possessiveness, a pretty unhealthy relationship that likes to masquerade as a healthy one, zipper riding, slapping of various body lower body parts, bdsm, oral ( f and m receiving ), public sex, slight sugar baby/sugar daddy elements but it’s not quite that. ALSO THE BIG C VIRUS IS A PLOT POINT. i’m probably missing some but if i did they’ll probably come up later.

author notes: so eventually this fic gets to it’s original point which was that @floralcyanide saying something about ass slapping during the priscilla and elvis scene in the bedroom before he ends up going to the international and we all cry. @sassy-ahsoka-tano really wanted that fic and i was like I’M GOING TO DO IT. then @satninbeaulieu and i went a little buckwild. a lot buckwild. seriously if y’all saw our chat together. when i tell all of you that this fic is basically everything including a kitchen sink i’m not necessarily lying. but please, seriously don’t ignore the warnings, this fic goes places and i want to make sure everyone is having a good time. also if you want to be tagged for this, message me because i will probably forget otherwise.

also! credit to mpmarypoppins for the moodboard. i’d do it the fancy way with tumblr but as we’ve established i’m an old lady and would probably break something.

ALSO. because lord have merthy the lovie anon reminded me, this is definitely going to be a series and i'll link to the previous parts, all that jazz when the next parts come out.

You knew better than to fool around with co stars, you had seen enough issues crop up in the time you've been trying to slowly make your way into the industry that you know it's a bad idea. You swore to yourself after the last time you would never date or fool around in any capacity with someone you are starring in something with. Then you met Austin Robert Butler and everything changed. 

He was always on the outskirts of your knowledge, the guy who you've seen in all these shows but not someone you connected with a guy almost a decade older than you. The irony of your age difference didn't escape you, how could it, a nearing 30 year old would be pretending to be in love with an almost 21 year old when the real people had almost the same difference albeit in a creepier fashion. The idea of you getting the part is not one you considered in depth, you had seen your competition and when you arrived at the building you had actually run into Olivia Dejonge who looked like something had maybe gone wrong. You didn’t dwell on it, because you knew that way would lead you to messing up and this is important. You had to focus on the task at hand, because truth be told you were probably going to be crushed if you didn’t get this part. You might not look identical to Priscilla but then again, from what you remembered of Austin and from what you’ve seen even with dyed hair, he didn’t exactly scream Elvis Presley to you. In fact he kind of screamed the nervous unassuming guy that should be famous because all young girls love him but there’s also about fifteen of him that pop up every few years. He was pretty cute though and maybe that might have influenced your decision to audition. You wanted the part but were far too nervous until they announced the lead and what was the harm in shooting your shot.

You opened the door slowly and peeked your head in to see Baz and Austin talking about something. They both stopped and turned to look at you, Baz with a smile and Austin with a head tilt that you felt was mildly questioning, but with how his eyes roamed your body when you fully stepped into the room maybe you read the questioning look wrong, perhaps it was just initial confusion. You started to fiddle with your ring with a dove on it before anyone spoke.

 “Y/N!” Baz called, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of him and Austin. “Come in, I was just telling him about you.” 

 Your lips quirked up into a small smile, “all good things, right? I don’t think I’ve done anything that embarrassing lately."

 “All good things, Y/N, I don’t think Baz has it in him to say a bad thing about any of the people who’ve come in today.” Austin answered before Baz really even had a chance to open his mouth. He still stared at you over his glasses as if you were the most fascinating person on the planet though and from what you had seen, that wasn’t usually his MO, honestly the whole thing was kind of weird. But you figured it might have just been the way he was sizing up his potential romantic leads. You had to shake your head for a moment before looking at Austin again. 

 “I don’t know if I should take that to mean a good thing or not. But if from what I’ve heard about you Mr. Luhrmann, I’m in for a bumpy ride if I get the part, maybe it’s just your way of buttering us all up.” You quipped, trying to not stare at Austin. 

 The director grinned and laughed slightly. “I’m afraid you might have caught me, Y/N, but with any luck I’ll still be able to show you that it’s not nearly as bumpy of a ride as some would lead you to believe.” 

 You couldn’t help the way you shrugged as you sat in the chair opposite of Austin. “I’m going to hold you to that if that’s the case.” You paused and raised an eyebrow at Austin. “Do I have something on my face, Mr. Butler? It’s a little rude if you didn’t tell me.”

 He opened his mouth once, twice, and then swallowed as he looked you up and down before he finally answered his voice sounding a little deeper than it had been when he previously spoke. “Sorry, you’re- You’re the first girl I’ve seen today that just made me pause. And your skirt rode up a little. If you want me to point out something that’s wrong.”

 Your eyes widened as you opened your legs just a bit to shimmy the offending fabric down. “I’m so sorry, this was the first thing I grabbed. Should have known better. Pants, always the better option.” 

 Austin for his part let out a low chuckle when he responded back that you swear sounds more like Elvis Presley than is necessarily possible for someone who you know regrettably is from California. “Not when you want something underneath them.”

 "Who told you that you had to take off pants if you want something underneath them, Daddy. I’d hate to see what happens when you can’t get them off.” You mouthed off quiet enough that Baz couldn’t hear you and but Austin could. You looked him up and down before settling on his lap to attempt to prove your point. This was weird. This feeling was weird, you’re not usually this mouthy to anyone, let alone someone who- no, Austin Butler is not a dom, no, you’re just being bratty to a sub or a switch or maybe someone who isn’t even the scene.

 Baz looked between his two potential leads and tilted his head. He knew he needed to give them a warning that they were about to start the chemistry test, but honestly, Baz felt he was already interrupting something between both of you. Still, you needed to not be in a chair, Austin could probably stay in his, but you need to be on the floor, he needed to see what exactly that would look like from a blocking perspective without the set at first. “Y/N, could you get on the floor, right where you are, just on the floor instead of the chair. Priscilla’s-”

 “Supposed to be on the floor for this, I saw.” You finished for him before slowly making your way to the floor. Austin eyes followed you and you shivered slightly. 

 You had felt kind of this way once upon a time when you had fooled around with your older costar right around the time you turned eighteen. He had been married and you really shouldn’t have but everyone always says that the girls with daddy issues always have a daddy kink and maybe you weren’t the exception to that fake rule. The thing was that your co-star had been a Daddy, or at least a dominant when he didn’t try to be your Daddy, whereas when you look at this idiot in front of you no part of him screams that. In fact he looks like at best a switch, maybe a pretty bratty sub, dressing like a boho Professor Elvis Presley, flannel on the top and fitted slacks at the bottom with glasses that wouldn’t look out of place on your mother’s face. Yet your brain was telling you the opposite, your brain zeroed in on how his thigh was tensing up and how you could see his hand and his foot stopped doing a nervous shake it had been doing for almost the entire time you’ve been in the room. Was he reacting like this because you got down on the floor? You shifted a bit, adjusting your skirt once again before settling on the floor, your legs folded off to the side underneath you and you looking up at Austin. You could see his eyes widen just a hair and you heard the exhale that forced its way out of his lungs but- no. No, he wasn’t a- he- he was always following Vanessa Hudgens around like a puppy of a man, there wasn’t a- no you were not going to follow your brain down this path. You were a professional, there was time to dwell on these thoughts when you weren’t at his feet and feeling more comfortable than you had in almost half a year. 

“Baz, does she have to be on the floor, I mean this is a chemistry test-” Austin started, staring at you with an intensity you do not want to place but your brain is filing away anyway. You played with your ring as you listened. 

“I want to see how this would look- go with it Austin.” Baz said, motioning for the two of you to begin. 

 All the lines in the beginning were yours, you knew this going into it but you had been prepared to just walk around saying them, you had a whole motion that you had planned. You adjusted it though, careful to not hit Austin as you did. But not hitting Austin required looking at him for an extended period of time and that was beginning to be a problem as your eyes wanted to focus on his fingers- God they were long- on his lips and was he always this attractive. Focus.

“He’s just really lonely and quite frankly so am I. And they didn’t really know what to say after that so I went to bed.” You leaned a little up into Austin’s lap when you said the line knowing fully well that wasn’t in the script but it felt right to do. Austin was looking at you in a way you weren’t too sure how to describe. It’s acting but there almost feels like there’s an added bit to it, that it’s just Elvis looking at Priscilla but it’s also Austin looking at you and- you could suddenly understand how she would fall head over heels for a guy ten years her senior. How she could be so obsessed with him and how even after his death she could still be so linked that she's not Priscilla Beaulieu she's Priscilla Presley. 

Austin huffs out a laugh as Elvis and leans down, almost close enough to kiss you and reaching out almost like he wants to pull you in for one. “I have never met anyone like you.”

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677 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#3

good girls clean up their messes

summary: austin didn't used to have a housewife kink and neither did you. funny how life-uh- finds a way to change that. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 2100 warnings: housewife kink. unprotected p in v ( though can be read as committed relationship birth control situation ). cleaning kink? minor breeding kink. praise kink. brief mention of the pandemic and how austin was a recluse for a bit. author's note: welcome to day 25 of kinktober, housewife kink with austin butler. this was fun. truly i'd actually have written more but i had this view of cleaning in my head vs anything else. so honestly, anyone asks and i'll write a whole big long thing about it but for now, enjoy this little tiny thing. also thank you @pennyroyalcreep for being the one to ask for this. i had hoped someone would choose austin for this kink vs anyone else so i was pleased as punch about it when you did.

You were never made to be a housewife, you've told Austin this on more than one occasion. Even when you first met him and were first talking to him, you told him that despite how perhaps you looked it, all warm and inviting, it wasn't your sort of style. Life had a funny way of changing those things sometimes. It started out slow, after all you were the one with a faintly normal nine to five-ish job, he was the one who had to jet across the world half the time. It made sense that you would keep where you were living and he at least- stopped by clean. You weren't a heathen, you knew how to make your house look presentable. The first time Austin had come back from being away for a while was the Elvis press tour and he had been expecting to see the house in some sort of disarray, maybe you hadn't been keeping up with the laundry or maybe their were dishes piled up in the sink. Instead, what greeted him was his girlfriend- the woman he fell in love with when the world went to shit, he became a goddamn recluse for six months, and everyone had let things fall by the wayside- in her pjs doing the dishes with these stupid little green gloves that in your own words- "kept me from getting dirty while cleaning".

All Austin could think about when he saw you that way is making you as dirty as he could. His teeth bit at his lower lip, picturing you taking off those gloves, making a show of it as he just sank to his knees and showed you just how much he appreciated your effort to keep the place clean. In fact, that had been what he decided to do the moment he wrapped his arms around your waist and you had let out a small gasp at his clothed erection.

It got worse after that, with him finding every excuse to just watch you clean and you finding that you didn't mind. You wanted to show Austin how you could keep things going, wanted his praise telling you how good you were, how he had the best girlfriend that he'll marry when he gets just a minute to himself. How you made everything so clean only for him to dirty it up with you. How you clean up the kitchen when the two of you cook knowing fully well he wants to have his dessert on the table, spread out on the tablecloth, chasing your pleasure higher and higher until he has to suck on your clit just so in a way that has you almost breaking the table when you come back down to Earth with a thump.

Bikeriders is- complicated when it comes to him coming home and you hate it, it's led to you having to show him FaceTime videos of the clean bedroom and the dishes and him forcing them to let him take a break because he just wants to eat dinner with his girlfriend. It's led to praise being over text and over the phone with him stroking his cock and you curling your own fingers inside yourself or using that one vibrator Austin hates. You miss him and he misses you just as much if his moans are anything to go by, if his grunts and whispers of your name are anything to go by.

It's a Saturday and you find that there's more than a bit more dust in the house than you'd like, that and you've let the glass door leading out to the backyard remain a little too dirty for your liking. Austin had mentioned the possibility of being able to fly in for the weekend, something about an award or a round table discussion but he hadn't told you when he'd be coming in. You take a chance on him coming in early, choosing to be a little silly and wear a French maid costume you had bought for yourself last Halloween and turn on your cleaning playlist, allowing the mix of electroswing, rock and jazz fly through the air as you got started on your efforts. The door is easy enough, done in about thirty minutes and left to settle before you would go back and see if you missed any spots. Now came the hard part, the dusting that usually would have you sniffling by the end of it but you hoped it would be different this time.

Your wish is granted, just not in the way you planned for it as Austin opens the door to the house and walks in only to find you bent over, no underwear under the costume you're wearing and he has to bite his lip to swallow the groan that threatens to escape him at the image and the knowledge. He knows perfectly well how engrossed you get in your music when you're cleaning, having once snuck up on you and swayed to the beat of the music for what felt like ten minutes- it was only five- before you realized his presence and had abandoned your task. You're near the window you had just cleaned, dusting the bottom part of an end table nearby and Austin drops his bags quietly, allowing himself to sneak up on you until you feel his hands grip your hips. The gasp that leaves you is closer to the breath leaving your body, especially as Austin uses his grip to pull you into a standing position, feeling just how hard you've already made him.

"Hey baby." He murmurs into your ear, kissing the side of your neck and nipping at your earlobe. "No panties and you're dusting in this. You love painting such a pretty picture for me, don't you?"

The voice you have, the one that normally snarks at him leaves your head right in that exact moment knowing fully well you need to use it. Your answer is predictable because of it. "I have to make sure my hardworking man comes home to a nice clean house." You swallow and shake your head a little, ignoring how Austin's hands are sliding up your torso, making their way to your chest. "I've seen how messy his hotel rooms can get."

His laugh vibrates against your back and the noise slips into one ear only to settle in your brain, you missed hearing that laugh in person. "Low blow. Valid, but is that any way to treat me after all this time?"

A giggle leaves your mouth unprompted as you try and focus on dusting once more. "Yeah, maybe just a little."

He hums as an answer to your sass, cupping your breasts as he grinds against you slowly. "Want to fuck you, baby. Want to make a mess of you while you clean."

Your breath quickens just slightly as you grind back against him, allowing you to feel the roughness of the fabric of his pants against your bare ass before you pull away, smoothing down your skirt. "I've still got to dust around the door, Austin."

The noise that comes out of him when you moves sounds like a growl as he pulls you against him again. When he speaks it comes out almost as a whine. "I can just flip up that skirt while you're dusting, baby. Promise I won't make you smudge the nice clean window with your body. Just want to fuck you against the door."

You know your neighbors can likely see what Austin's doing, see how he's slowly pinning you against the door, the front of your body pressed against the cool glass, giving you some relief from how hot just having Austin pressed against you is making you feel. Your answer comes out in a pant.

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treat me nice

summary: your boyfriend has a two new kinks he didn't quite realize until elvis. the pair of you explore them.

rating: M, once again minors, under 18 please go far away from this.

word count: 4450. we are not talking about it.

warnings: feminization to a point? it's austin in lace underwear, it technically applies. dom/sub dynamics. orgasm denial. use of the words baby boy, mama, angel, sweet boy and ma'am. squirting. oral (f recieving). use of the word snowman as a safe word. that might be it, i don't necessarily know what applies here.

author's note: this is @floralcyanide's fault through and through. basically i read just friends and was like damn i owe you the lace panties fic now. then it turned into inexperienced sub austin (because the efc server is a bunch of heathens!!) as well and i just went mildly feral. i guarantee i will write out scenes from this relationship in this fic at a later date because i'm very fond of this relationship i wrote in here. also yes i am aware of that this is a bit much but unless austin butler himself comes and tells me to stop i shall do what i want. also no beta we die like men, etc. oh and yes i am working on my other stuff promise. but 30 with a kid and like a job and a half. time is not my friend.

It starts out innocently enough, you notice Austin touching his lace top while playing as Elvis like it's a new sensation he doesn't know what to do with. You can't blame him though, you remember your first time wearing silk and finding yourself touching it over and over again to feel it against your fingertips. After a while though, and once filming is starting to get farther and farther away from those lace tops you start to realize that Austin takes his time with your lace underwear more than he used to. He'll slowly slide it down your hips and almost play with the fabric in between his fingers as he does.

You have a theory the more it keeps happening, a theory that just maybe Austin likes the feeling of the lace on his skin. You're not sure if it's sexual in nature until one night when Austin asks you to leave your lace underwear on for a second while you grind against his naked cock. He eventually ends up pushing them to the side, allowing him access to your core but you saw how his eyes rolled in the back of his head after every brush of the lace against his cock.

That night helped to put things in perspective for you in more ways than one. You and Austin share everything when it comes to kinks and your sex life because that's what you should do in a relationship, but he had never mentioned this one. It had to be new and that sent a thrill through you because the pair of you hadn't had a new kink to explore together and while you love Austin there's a part of you that missed all the times you had done it with an ex.

You both have the night off, him from filming and you from your own job and you suggest watching a movie in bed cuddled up. Austin's head is in your lap as you choose to watch a film that doesn't have Elvis in it for once because you had to put your foot down somewhere. Paying attention to the movie isn't exactly your strong point right now though, instead you find yourself just allowing your hand to run through his black hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp just to hear the pleased hum come from his mouth.

"Aus? You still with me?" You ask hearing his breathing settle into something you only usually hear when he falls asleep.

"Yeah, baby, it's just that your hand feels nice." He shifts to allow himself to turn his head to look up at you from your lap. "It's helping me relax."

Oh.

You have never asked Austin if he knows if he's a dom or a sub or if he didn't even consider that scene, but that statement leaving his mouth as casually as it did gives you a clue. You had a faint inkling but this was almost confirmation. This was going to make the gift be even better than you thought. You wouldn't just be giving your boyfriend a gift, you might be giving your pretty boy a gift.

Your lips quirk up into a small smile as you use your grip to pull his face up just a bit so you can kiss him. "Is that right? You needed to relax a bit, baby?"

He nods bringing his hand up to touch your face. "You know how I can get too much in my head."

"Mmhmm, I do. I think you're still a little in your head. But I've got something for you if you let me get up." You move a little, giving him a cue to move his head and allow you to get up. He obliges and you quickly grab the box you had hidden under your bed. It takes you a minute before you're back and you hand it over to Austin. "Open it."

He holds the box in his hands and shakes it like a little kid before he pulls on the ribbon tying it shut. The lid pops off and he's presented with a pair of pink lace underwear in a shade not entirely dissimilar from the lace shirt he wore as Elvis. His voice is a little tight when he speaks. "You got this for me?"

You nod slowly, your eyes searching his face for some sort of tell bht for once Austin actually manages a blank face. "Mama has to treat her baby boy right. And he's been so good lately and so stressed out."

"I'm not-" He inhales sharply, shutting his eyes as he starts to fiddle with his hands. "I'm not your baby boy."

"Are you sure about that? Do you think you want to be?" You question knowing very well that you're toeing a very thin line that can either make Austin bolt or achieve a goal you both want.

"No." He pauses before letting out a shaky exhale, allowing himself to play with the fabric of the underwear in his hands. "Please?"

"Oh honey. Come here, let mama touch you. I've got you." You open up your arms to have Austin come into them only to find that he's chosen a completely different route of being on his knees in front of you with the underwear brushing against his cheek. Despite knowing that he wants you to dominate him, in the moment your brain shuts off and you find that you wish you had a camera, wanting to commit the image to memory.

Instead, though, you find your hand just carding itself through his hair not pulling but allowing yourself to just feel it against your hand. Austin for his part takes it to mean that you want him closer to you and he ends up just nuzzling at your thigh while looking up at you. "Can I touch you instead, ma'am?"

His question is almost to quiet to hear but you do and it causes a smile form on your face before you crouch down and hold his chin, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "You can, but how about we take this to the bedroom?"

His answering grin was such a marvel you swear if you weren't already in love with him you'd have fallen right there.

And so it went that way with the pair of you exploring in ways you didn't think were possible. It was exhilarating to say the least, watching Austin fall apart beneath you, taking care of him and exploring this goddamn lace kink that the film had given him. It's not hard to get him into some lace shirt for a photoshoot or for an interview but you haven't had nearly as much luck getting him into a pair of lace underwear outside your home. That is until Austin surprised you one night a few weeks before the Met Gala was supposed to happen.

"I want to try it." He states with zero context with his head on your chest in bed after a particularly interesting session involving a strap on, an ascot stolen from the Elvis set and edging.

"Try what? I know I'm not- I know I'm not your domme in this moment but, angel, you've got to provide me with more than the word it."

"The-" He bites his lip before exhaling the next words. "Underwear. The lace underwear."

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My #1 post of 2022

she’d like to cuddle up to me

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )

rating: M, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a big plot. So minors, shoo shoo.

relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla.

word count ( this part ): just shy of 6k. this is apparently war and peace. i don’t know. it’s eaten my brain.

warnings ( this part ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), dom/sub, choking ( implied ), zipper riding ( not quite, but sort of ), oral ( f receiving ), public sex. multiple orgasms but maybe not quite overstimulation. close but not quite.

author notes: so. once again, you want a tag, message me, i’ll tag you. or leave a reply and tell me and i’ll add you. beyond that, thank you to my partner in crime with this fic @satninbeaulieu  and anyone else who has put up with me talking about this. also, this will probably make it’s way to ao3 at some point, don’t know when. maybe this week. we’ll see, my schedule always looks at my plans and laughs. also i hate the ending line of this, but i removed a chunk of this to save for next chapter or something later on. this was already too long, y’all. and not betaread because i live on the wild side.

this is part of the you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series. specifically it’s the second. the first part is here.

The first thing you do when you get home is stalk Austin or more accurately you looked at a few- no more than 10- gossip blogs to try and check the status of Austin's relationship to Vanessa. It should worry you that your reaction upon reading that they broke up a couple months ago is sheer relief. Yes, maybe once upon a time the idea of being with a guy in a relationship didn’t phase you but you learned your lesson like a good girl and knew that you were better than being the side chick. You also knew that most of the time when you were the side chick it was because the guy was an asshole, but truth be told that was honestly most men. Maybe including Austin, but your mind hadn’t quite decided on him beyond being mildly mortified at what happened. 

You had expected to hear something from Baz sooner rather than later but it took a full week before you got the call with him telling you that you had gotten the part.You put the phone on mute before letting out a shout of victory before unmuting it again and telling him thank you as he told you he planned on the first table read being about a week from now. Thankfully you hadn’t made any plans, so it was no real problem. The call ended without too much fanfare beyond your initial excitement and within about 5 minutes your phone dinged with an email containing the script. If you happened to dance while printing it out in your apartment no one could judge you. 

The week long lead up to the table read had you trying to make arrangements to stay in Australia for the foreseeable future instead of your New York apartment. In between calls to iron out all your tiny details of getting most of your life transferred clear across the world you’d read the script. Everyone knew how Elvis’ story went so it’s not like anything in it was too new to you but you still found yourself enraptured enough that you audibly gasped while on the phone with someone causing them to have to ask if you were alright. Not your proudest moment.

Soon enough though you found yourself on a plane to Australia and in a car heading to the studio. You weren’t nervous before but the closer you got to the studio the more you felt your brain buzzing and your foot becoming jittery, tapping to an unknown rhythm. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as you toyed with your ring. There was no need to be nervous. You had impressed Baz, you were a phenomenal actress. So what if Austin was going to be there and he had known you were going to be there before you did. So what? It was fine, it was going to be fine. 

“That’s Cilla. That’s my Priscilla.” You bit your lip remembering hearing that through the door before- you weren’t going to think about that, you were not going to think about being on your knees in front of him, being on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You most certainly were not going to think about how you might have thought about it more than once since then. 

This was going to be a problem, you already knew it which is what has you groaning into your hands as your uber driver pulls up to the studio to drop you off. “You going to be okay, ma’am?”

You look at him for a second before answering, moving your hand from your mouth. “Yeah, I’m going to be fine. I’ll tip you in the app, I totally don’t have any cash on me. Sorry.”

The driver shrugs. “It’s alright, you’re not in the US, not required but thank you.”

You hum as you exit the car and grab your bag, pulling down your dress as you did. The walk into the studio felt longer than you’d have liked it to, but you figure that was just because of your outfit and nervousness all balled into one tiny bit of stress for you. You’re early to the read and you’re expecting to have no one in the room when you arrive only to hear the one voice you were mildly dreading hearing.

“Y/N.” Austin says softly and a little breathlessly when he looks up at the noise of the door opening. Your heart skips a beat when you look up to see what he looks like. It’s not a Boho Elvis look this time. No, instead he went with something more put together, a simple white shirt half unbuttoned and black jacket with black slacks. Of course, the headband on his head and the glasses made it seem a little more soft, a little warmer and more gentle than it had any right to be. Truth be told, it had the tension leaving your body the longer you looked at him.

“Austin.” You smile slightly before giving him a little wave and tilting your head. “You’re here early.”

He laughs. “Yeah, if you ever meet Denzel Washington- promise, not trying to name drop, Dove- but if you ever meet him he’ll tell you it's a thing I do because I did it during Iceman Cometh. Started when my mom would drive me to auditions and now that I can drive myself around or call an Uber, it’s just stuck. Allows me to meditate on things. Focus myself.”

For not the first time since you did the chemistry read, you’re struck by how your brain just finds Austin fascinating. You have had one view of him and here he was turning it on its head- turning you on your head. It’s strange but you feel as if you might have found a fellow actor who might understand how you are. It’s method acting, but it’s not, it’s just allowing yourself to fall into a role and allow yourself to be in the moment as this person. And while you were running late according to your own time table, Austin and you were the only people there for the read. Even if you hadn't been on your knees for him not even two weeks prior, you’d have found his dedication a little attractive. 

“I get it, Austin.” You twirl your dove ring as you speak. “I do the same thing. Though I’m normally the first person in the room. Didn’t know I’d have competition. Especially since I wanted the seat you’re sitting in.”

“You could sit next to me.” He pats the seat next to him with a grin as his voice pitches down just a bit. “Gotta have my best girl by my side. My ‘Cilla.”

You don’t normally laugh very easily but the sincerity in his voice makes you chuckle as you walk to take the seat next to him. “Your ‘Cilla. Guess that makes you my Elvis.” You pause and sit down, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up as you do. “My King?”  

Austin’s eyes are focused on your thighs and your ass when you sit down and you notice but you choose not to comment just yet. He might have been able to be a dom but that look- no self respecting dom looks at you like that when you can make fun of it. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “Elvis hated that name, you know. Felt there was only one king and it wasn’t him. I have to agree with hating the name but that’s mostly because that’s not what I want you calling me.”

You raise an eyebrow at Austin, as you hear the door open another person coming in whose name you feel like you need to know but you haven’t met everyone yet so you suppose it can be forgiven. Your response is softer, more murmured so that they couldn’t hear you. “What is that supposed to mean? Do you have something else in mind, Mr. Butler?” 

You’re teasing and you know it. You’re being a brat and you know it. You are suddenly aware that you have no underwear because you forgot it in your rush to get out of your apartment early. You feel faintly like an idiot with this knowledge but your face does not betray any of these things, instead choosing to remain blank, looking at the door as another newcomer comes in. For his part Austin’s only reaction is a slow inhale and exhale before he speaks. “Well it’s not Mr. Butler if that’s what you think. Something that starts with a d.”

The first response that comes to you is dick followed closely by dumbass and then Daddy. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you decide to throw him a bone. “Dumbass? Duke? Daddy?”

At the last word, his arm migrates to the back of your chair and he pulls you in a little closer. “Third time’s the charm little dove.Though, dumbass? I’m hurt.” 

Despite your better judgment you shift a little closer to Austin, scooting your chair over just a hair. “That’s the least offensive name I could call you, Butler. It’s also true if you think I’m calling you Daddy. Remember, we had this conversation the last time. Was my blowjob that good that you forgot everything before it maybe a little after it?”

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