#there's a comment: 'no; you're 17 and horny'
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SWEET 『cigarettes after sex』
MASTERLIST
popular girl x quiet nerd simon
warnings: kissing, horny and simp simon, cuming untouched. And sweetness ♡
cute little series I'm starting. I hope you like this as much as I do. Enjoy and leave any comments on where I can improve, but please be nice, I'm sensitive 💋 this isn't proofread as its currently just past midnight and I'm sleepy and don't want to overthink about posting this. xxx
『★』
Simon thought you didn't notice him staring at you all year. You're popular and he's... a nerd. The amount of picking on you would endure if you did anything with him... you didn't want to think about it.
Yet you couldn't help but smile at your Math teacher as he assigned Simon - the top of the class - to help you with your studies.
Here's the catch, you act dumb and stupid to fit in with your friend group when in reality, whenever there's a test, you never fail to achieve the A+.
"You won't be disappointed," you respond, heading out of class to see it empty.
None of your friends waited for you after class but you brush that aside, looking around for Simon. A minute later, you find him by his locker, taking all of his books and transferring them into his bag.
The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. "Hi Simon," your sweet voice rang out.
He jumps, dropping his bag, his books scattering on a pile at your feet. He stumbles over his words, eyes wondering over your gorgeous face. His mind was reeling at the fact you knew his name?!
"I... uhh..." he clears his throat, gathering himself. His crush, his godamn crush since forever, is talking to him. Him. "Everything okay?" His voice steadies out, playing it cool.
Your lips quirk, not realising his voice was so deep. You have to look up, yourself standing at 5'5 and him standing at 6'2. You're both 17, so there's still growing to occur.
"Yes, everything's good," you speak, unable to stop your gaze to trailing to his arms. Its so obvious he works hard at the gym. "Mr Barnes assigned you as my study partner."
His eyes widen slightly, taken aback. "Me and... you. Study partners?" He speaks slowly.
He sees your eyebrows furrow. Fuck sake, idiot, he curses in his mind, being an asshole isn't the way to go.
"Um, yeah, for Maths. My grades have dropped so..." You trail off. Does he not like you? You were so sure. He's always glancing at you.
His pause makes you reinforce the idea he's never liked you. "I'll get a new partner," you speak, beginning to step away.
He grabs your wrist, and your eyes snap to his. God, your eyes and politeness... is he still grabbing you? He is! Fuck! Think, think, think!
"Tomorrow after school?" He questions, way too nervous. He bets you can feel his hand shaking. "Your place?" Too bold, Simon.
But you smile, warm, lovely. "Sure, meet here after the last period?" Your unable to tear your gaze from his stunning chocolate eyes, so attentive and aware.
He finally let's go of your hand, relief filling him. He nods, feeling much too shy to speak.
You return the smile and walk by him. As you walk to the main doors, you turn and wave goodbye, and he is already looking at you. You see his lips form a small grin and wave back subtly.
『★』
"Today was so boring," you huff out to Simom as he sits in the passenger. He sits too still, scared to make the wrong move in case you would call off this whole thing.
You find it funny he didn't respond. So you ask a question as you turn out of the car park and drive to your house, which is fifteen minutes away. "How was your day?"
He takes a few moments to reply, "good," his deep voice speaks. You wait for him to elaborate but he doesn't. The truth his, his day has been terrible but his mood is ecstatic (on the inside) about being with you.
Fifteen whole minutes, he had to sit there and pretend he didn't care. Staying silent like a complete douchbag. The smell of your perfume, your pretty outfit - a black jumper, faded blue jeans, Converse, pretty earrings, hair, and makeup. Just you simply being next to him made him hard, his mind running wild.
No, no, no, no. He needs to respect you. He's 17, not a little boy. He is a virgin after all, you definitely were not. The amount of stupid boys that took your attention will never deserve you in all the lifetimes. He's stronger, more respectful, just so, so much better for you. He noticed your smile was strained and he wanted to punch every asshole that made you like that. He covers his crotch with his hands, hoping you don't notice his hand placement.
He's so wrapped up in his own thoughts that you opening your car door and exiting snaps him out of it. He ushers out, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he takes in your families property. A simple, modern but classy home. Adorable. His gaze quickly returns to you, pausing as he sees your looking at him already.
"You work out?" You question, noticing he's wearing a black sleeved long sleeved gym shirt. He wore it just for you. It shows off his muscles perfectly.
"Six days a week," he speaks, trying to show off a little. Douche, again. But you smile and he smiles back.
"I do pilates sometimes," you reply, walking up to your front door. Pilates, Simon thinks of you doing the workout, so feminine and simple.
You both enter and you close the door behind you both. "Would you like a drink?" You ask innocently, looking up at him. You knew you were standing too close.
He swallows thickly, his gaze glancing down to your lips for a sweet second. He got even harder. For fuck sake, Simon. Answer the damned question! "Water would be nice, thanks."
You nod. "My room is upstairs, down the hall to the right," you speak, turning and walking to the kitchen.
He stands there silent for a few moments, watching your body sway. He shakes his head. Stop it now, he thinks. He walks up the stairs as he takes in everything about his small journey. At the end of the hallway, there's a picture of younger you.
He always knew you were an only child, makes sense how much you're put together with your parents attention focused on one child. He can't help but smile, seeing how cute you are. You must've been around 5 or 6 he's guessing, your eyes still the same sweetness.
He enters your room and sits on the edge of your bed, looking around once again. Clean, tidy, and... pink. Lots of light pink and white everywhere. Now he knows what your favourite colours are. Bingo.
He hears your soft footsteps coming up. He takes a quick breath, needing to calm his nerves desperately. Just your presence has him all giddy. You enter the room and close the door behind you.
"Here you are," you talk softly, handing him his water. You sit further up on your bed so you're in the middle of it. He thinks for a moment, copying you timidly. You face him. "I hope you like popcorn."
He nods, looking down, noticing you have a bowl of popcorn. Now he knows your favourite snack. Bingo, again!
You relax for a little while, scrolling on your phone as you chew on some popcorn while Simon takes sips of his drink here and there.
You come off your phone and hear your mother coming into your room. You have no time to prepare yourself or to even warn Simon, but he's already looking at her.
"Hi sweet girl!" Your mother exclaims happily, entering the room, hands on her hips. "How was school-" she cuts herself off, finally noticing Simon. She grins. "And who is this handsome boy?"
"Mom!" You scold, stepping off your bed, ready to usher her out, but she pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek. You turn back at Simon, and he's gazing with a gentle expression, happy to see you and your mother's bond. "His name is Simon," you respond, pulling out of the hug.
Simon feels a slight blush form on his cheeks, shy once more. Your mom stops gazing at him too fondly for your liking and whispers in your ear, "he's a sweet one, I can tell."
You smile at her and glance back at Simon. "He's helping me with Math," you reveal.
Your mother's face brightens. "That's amazing, honey! Anyways, I'll leave you two to it, don't forget to lock the door-"
"Mom," you scold firmly this time. You love her dearly and you know she can tell that you like Simon.
She winks at you and leaves. You close the door and lock it. Simons muscles tense. You locked it? He doesn't want to think any further but he can see a blush on your face too.
『★』
Two hours. Two whole hours, Simon has spent one on one, simply inches away from each other. He easily covers his straining cock by having the popcorn bowl in front of it. He holds back jolts when you reach your hand for a snack.
You spent half the time looking at him and the other half wondering how his voice is so matured and dreamy. You did all the questions from your homework book and you played dumb on a few so he could lean in and explain it.
Simon grew comfortable in your presence. You are warm, soft and gentle. Everything he loves is you.
The thing he didn't expect at all was when you kissed him. You fucking kissed him. You and him! Kissing! He was explaining the most boring equation of all, leaning in more close, taking the pencil from your hand, your hands brushing together. He talks and continues talking when you catch gazes, noses nearly touching.
He wasn't sure whether Math turned you on? Or having someone tell you what to do? He was completely at loss, but once your lips touched his, the gates of heaven opened. You tasted of strawberries, sweet and addictive.
It was such a brief kiss, lasting a few seconds at most. His jaw goes slack afterwards. It was just a kiss, you don't want anything else. Maybe your thanking him for helping you? Both your hands stayed down at your lap, same with his. He's afraid if he touched you, he would never let go.
Should he confess? You've been staring dumbly at each other for about 30 seconds now.
"You're getting the hang of everything," he whispered smoothly. You sigh, feeling yourself growing wet. He was so good-looking and kind, too kind. He was huge, height and muscle wise, but his hands were so gentle.
In the moment, you place the popcorn on your beside table and climb on his lap. His eyes blow wide open as you take his face and lock your lips together once more. He moans into the kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.
He opens his legs, hands hesitantly holding onto your waist. Should he push you away or hold you closer? You deserved so much better than him. He's never kissed anyone before, and he's probably doing horrible. But he picks option two, he pulls you closer, fingertips pawing at your waist. He was right, warm, and soft.
You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, poking your tongue into his mouth, and he let's you, opening his lips, getting drunk off your taste. You sigh into the kiss. He's really good. You wonder how many girls he's been with, jealousy plaguing your mind.
You grind down on him, hips moving back and forth, needy to calm down your pulsing clit. He was rock solid. You swallow up his strangled moan, hips bucking up into yours like a pathetic mess.
Your hands move behind you, taking his hands and placing them on your asscheeks. He squeezes, becoming lost in everything you're doing. He wants to be in your mind, what are you thinking right now?
He pulls away and you look at him confused. His expression was pure pleasure. "Shit, no- fuck-" he groans, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.
"What's wrong?" You speak softly, stroking his hair. Due to you leaning more down, your clothed pussy was right against him. He felt his stomach tighten, pleasure rippling through his body. Don't cum, don't you fucking dare, Simon. If you speak once more with that honey voice of yours he's done for.
"Simon?" You whisper, hearing his breathing come out in quick pants. He whines into your shoulder, and you stare at your wall, completely confused. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you down onto him as he jerks his hips up a few times, riding out his pleasure.
"Are you..." you pause, thinking about the situation. You saw he was hard, it was obvious with the grey sweatpants he was wearing. But did he seriously just cum under a minute of kissing?
You wait until his breathing goes normal, his body relaxing. You try to get up off him, but he holds onto you tightly.
"I'm sorry," he speaks, the most embarrassed he's ever been. He's made you uncomfortable. He knows it. A disgusting pervert, that's what he is. He pulls his head from your neck, missing the smell of you. He looks up at you half-lidded.
Your hands stroke his cheeks. You grin. "Did you cum?" You speak gently.
He swallows, wanting to look away, blushing furiously. "...yes."
"Don't think you weren't so sneaky with the popcorn bowl," you respond, laughing as you watch his reaction to you catching him out.
He groans, resting his head against yours. He's dreading at the thought of letting you go. The prettiest, sweetest girl ever. So soft and warm, he thinks, sighing.
You laugh, making his head snap up at the sound. "Thank you."
He wants to throw himself off a cliff. He said that out loud. For the love of-
"I take care if my skin," you respond, cupping his face, "all over."
He feels himself grow hard again and that's when he can't be close to you anymore. Crossing boundaries is something he doesn't do, especially around you.
You yelp as he lifts you off him, not a muscle straining, carrying you like your as light as a feather. He places you on the bed and he stands up, covering the dark patch on the crotch of his sweatpants.
You giggle, covering your mouth. "I can give you a t-shirt of mine to cover up."
He nods. "Thanks."
You get up, grabbing a random t-shirt and handing it to him. You gaze up at him, tilting your head. He didn't understand how you were looking at him so happily, he was an asshole to you and was disrespectful-
"Would you like a ride?" You question.
He allows his eyes to admire you for a while before responding. "It's okay, my house is just five minutes away."
"It is?" You question, your smile widening.
He swallows. Damn you, you're teasing him. "See you tomorrow," he grumbles, walking to your door.
"Wait!" You exclaim, grabbing his book bag and handing it to him. You lean up, holding the back of his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
His right hand itches forward to hold you, but he stops himself. No, you've already taken enough from her. What have you given her? The fucking creeps.
He simply nods, keeping his feelings to himself and walks down the hall. It takes every cell in his body to not look back at your face. He can feel your gaze trailing on him.
"Thanks for letting me stay," he thanks your mother, giving her a nod. But she squeals, hugging him close.
"My little love likes you, I can tell," she speaks hushed, not wanting you to hear. Don't give him hope, don't. His mind still races, even your mom can see it, your gaze with more shine as you look at Simon.
He nods again, brain running a million miles an hour to even form a sentence. He walks away from the kitchen and leaves through the door. He closes it behind him and walks down the drive.
He waits until he's completely off the property before grinning and laughing, all while holding your t-shirt to his crotch. The street is quiet, not a soul around. He walks away, an extra leap in his step, happiness fulfilling him.
All in one day, you met up with him, you drove him to your house, you studied in your room, you kissed and he... he cringed hard, not wanting to think about it. You had him wrapped around your finger. He keeps smiling, though. Next Thursday, he'll be with you again.
『★』
EEEEK SO CUTE!!
Guys, Simon is NOT a perv!! I just wanted to include his conflicted thoughts because he loves her so much and doesn't want to make her uncomfortable 🤧. I'm not sure how many parts I'm hoping on doing, mayyyyybe 4... or 5... 😙. For you smut girlies, yes, there WILL be smut in upcoming parts and I hope my writing will be up to your expectations. Have a lovely day💗
Also!! Please note I am not trying to sexualise the characters at all, they will be turning 18 soon and it isn't a shock to anyone that they are doing these kinds of this at 17🤭
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In case I delete my damn Twitter (I really should), I want to preserve the only tweets I ever made that I liked. Which, unfortunately, was rating every Fire Emblem Final Boss on their fuckability (remixed).
I'm sorry.
(Note: I confess that I am not a monsterfucker, yes yes leave your angry comments below, and I will be ranking every boss on their most anthropomorphized form to even the playing field)
(Edited on 2/17/2024)
MEDEUS (FE1/FE3/FE11/FE12)
Oh boy here comes the most generic villain ready to offer me the most generic sex possible. How could I ever contain my excitement
VERDICT: Look tumblr likes to make evil sex with your evil spouse look de facto exciting but even the spark can go out of villain sex. If he's a boring villain in the streets he'll be a boring villain in the sheets.
DUMA (FE2, FE15)
Man I am so glad that the remake gave Duma a human form and I don't have to be talking about ~~Duma's wiggles~~
VERDICT: I will confess to not being particularly attracted to him, but.... Not to spoil anything but he's going to be one of the better picks on this list.
JULIUS (FE4)
He is a child.
VERDICT: He is a child.
VELD (FE5)
Oh boy, you KNOW he fucks with the same enthusiasm of a disgruntled middle manager fitting in a quickie between reruns of Home Improvement with a wife that he's a decade past loving.
VERDICT: I mean there are worse choices on this list but love yourself.
IDUNN (FE6)
Even putting her somewhat... neotenous features aside, the whole free will removal kinda makes the idea of sex with her pretty unethical at best.
VERDICT: And even if we ignore all that she got one rounded by Roy. Total turn off.
FIRE DRAGON (FE7)
There is no anthropomorphized form. It's just a dragon.
VERDICT: I have concerns about size differentials here.
LYON (as possessed by FORMORTIIS) (FE8)
Ok, ok, I acknowledge this one is kind of a stretch as those two are separate entities and the Formortiis you fight is NOT in the shell of Lyon but like. Give me a break. I know you horny fuckers want Formortiis to become intimate with your intestines. I'm terribly sorry this stupid post isn't for you.
VERDICT: Let's be real. Unless you're Eirika or Ephraim (or willing to put on some cosplay) he won't be bringing his A-game. If you are, though... oooh. Boy. The emotion would run high. There would be crying. I'll leave it up to you as to whether this is a plus or minus.
ASHNARD (FE9)
Unlike some other options on this list, it is at least 100% proven that he has had sex, if only as a means to an end. I honestly doubt whether he would fuck for any other reason to be honest
VERDICT: If, for some reason, being used as a genetic experiment isn't a turn off, he's absolutely going to ask if he can turn a family member of yours into a mindless war beast, probably immediately after the sex. If for some reason this still isn't a turn off, uhhhhh I hope y'all are happy together.
ASHERA (FE10)
While I could imagine most of the other characters in this list being open to the idea of sex, I really couldn't see Ashera being DTF. But...
VERDICT: She's hot in a scary Drakengard way, so I'd say it's worth at least shooting your shot. She'd probably turn you to stone, but that's the risk you take for love.
ROBIN (As possessed by GRIMA) (FE13)
Fell Robin is a great example of the effects of evil on human attractiveness. On their own, Robin is human tofu. They are a perfect 5/10. Being possessed raises their score to at least 6/10.
VERDICT: 6/10 is better than average. Why not.
TAKUMI (FE14)
As far as I know, he doesn't have an official age, but I see this character and I think "that's baby"
VERDICT: All I want to do is give him butterscotch candies and ask him how he's doing in school.
GARON (FE14)
Like Ashnard, at least you can say he definitely fucked. Quite a bit, considering the excess of children he has (discounting his propensity for picking them up off the streets) So, uh, he's got one thing going for him?
VERDICT: He has this expression the entire time.
The
Entire
Time.
ANANKOS (FE14)
man who fucking cares
NEMESIS (FE16)
He's the only final boss in Three Houses that doesn't turn into a big ol' monster so he's got that going for him (or against him, depending on your point of view.) Unfortunately, he is, however, a zombie, which I would rate as worse.
VERDICT: One certainly can't say he's slacking on the gym routine but... zombie. Does he smell? Ew.
EDELGARD (FE16)
It's everyone favorite problematic waifu! What is there to say about her that hasn't been said before.
VERDICT: No, I mean really. Uh... if you like her I said she was stinky and if you hate her Edelgard come step on me uwu. Everyone can be mad at me. It's fun for the whole family.
RHEA (FE16)
Rhea is a scary, scary woman and fucking her would ruin your life
VERDICT: Rhea can totally get it.
EDIT: As of this writing (2/17/2024) I have beaten Fire Emblem Engage, and have edited this section accordingly.
SOMBRON (FE17)
Like Garon, Sombron canonically fucks. A LOT. This does not mean he's necessarily any good at it, mind, but he's got to at least... know... stuff, right? He was able to turn the yaoification beam on Hyacinth so he's clearly not completely lacking in sexual appeal. He will NOT wear a condom tho, although who on this list would?
VERDICT: I feel like you'd need to have some very specific fetishes for this to be a good idea, but if you do... have fun?
As for Heroes, I will confess that I only played Heroes very briefly; I don't know shit about the story and will have to rely on the wiki. So if I get some stuff wrong, apologies that I didn't play a shitty gacha. I was too busy... uhhhh having sex with your mom (NOTE TO SELF DELETE LATER)
BRUNO (Heroes, Book 1)
This bitch loses shirts like a Yakuza character. His abs have more screentime than his face. He pops on screen and Yusuke Kozaki manifests behind you and whispers in your ear "don't you just HUNGER for his dick????"
VERDICT: Oh come on.
SURTR (Heroes, Book 2)
Uh... he was pretty good on my team for the brief moment that I played. Uh... shit let's consult the wiki
VERDICT: ...oh. He's not very nice at all. Yeah don't fuck him.
HEL (Heroes, Book 3)
Ok. Look. Listen. Ok. Ok. Look. Ok. Ok. Listen. Ok. Listen. Listen. Listen. Ok. Look. Ok. Look. Listen. Listen. Look.
VERDICT: ...
...
...yeah...
FREYJA (Heroes, Book 4)
Ok, she's cute, but... I don't know. I just don't vibe with her design. It screams "designed for lonely dudes" and I'm a lonely GAL thank you.
VERDICT: Bring back the goth milfs.
EITRI (Heroes, Book 5)
NO.
VERDICT: NO.
EMBLA (Heroes Book 6 oh my god how many fucking books are there)
Oooh, she looks deranged! I like that; I'm a big supporter for women's wrongs.
VERDICT: ...Admittedly, she has more "wet drowned rat" appeal than sex appeal.
Book 7 isn't actually done yet (I think) as of time of this writing so I'm DONE. NO MORE.
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I don't get this "they discussed nsfw themes with minors they are totally a predator" thing I see even on proship side of fandom. Don't get me wrong, if it was a random adult getting random minor roped into discuss fetish stuff with them, it's could be red flag (still — when I was a minor I was deeply interested in some s/m practics and spent a lot of time in bdsm circles reading, asking and talking about this stuff completely on my own will so it depends). For example, I have one friend whom I know since they were sixteen. We started from them making a nsfw art for my fic and immediatly developed into talking in details what other kinky stuff they can draw. Predatory? God forbid, just pure entusiasm about more art for rarepair! Recently — and it was hillarious and awkward — I joined a fandom chat with people I don't know. We talked for a couple of days, about nsfw topics too, then one of people there told that they tried to audition as main kid character in our show when there still was casting. I was like "wait, it was less then two years ago and they specifically asked for preteens, 13 yo max?" and they was like "lol yeah, I turned fifteen like month ago". I asked them privately if they are good with nsfw stuff I bring into chat and they were like "yeah?? or we won't ask you to join?? duh". Which is fair, since, again, they already read and commented a lot at my nsfw fics and I did the same for them and we had little chat about there at twitter before I joined the group chat. So like... it's fandom, it's the place where people under 17 regulary read, write and draw stuff they shouldn't see without parental approval untill they turn 17, and like how it should work? You shouldn't comment a fic if you don't know if author minor or not? Or like you can gush about how this and this is sooo hot in their fic but you can't talk about this in private? Minor can like all your nsfw stuff and tell you how good it is but if you link them to other creators with same themes suddenly you're a predator who sends porn to minors and worth a callout? I don't want to be like "back in my days" but I was hanging with fandom adults since I was 13 yo and nsfw stuff was discussed freely around me and I just haven't joined until I was interested in topic, which was probably around 15, and no one thought it was somehow unsafe or damaging for me, myself included, but like maybe I'm missing something...
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Now that I'm in my 40s, I don't particularly want to discuss horny stuff with teens in private. It feels weird in a way that it didn't in my early 20s.
But I despise how pearl clutching inevitably leads to the idea that even telling people kinks exist is "adult content". As a kinky teen, it was hugely formative to me to go read a bunch of adult perverts' web manifestos. I had all these informative books from the local sex-positive bookshops that talked about how to do bondage safely too.
I was able to get a lot of good info without really interacting with older people much, but that's harder these days. Lurking is more penalized. Search engines hide the ancient 90s sites. If you want to even find info, even just recs for books to go read on your own, a lot of that is through social sites that are all about interacting. That's just how it is now.
Seeing predators under every bush actually just cuts young people off from information and resources.
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#17: "he thinks i'm pretty"
warning(s): none
note: these are just characters and do not depict the actual people therefore the behavior of said characters won't be accurate to the actual people.
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"you're who san set me up with?"
"bro why do you sound disappointed?"
we stand in front of each other not really saying anything, just staring at each other.
"i don't know i feel like we've met before." seonghwa comments with playful smirk creeping up on his face.
SMASH.
"really? you don't look too familiar if i'm being honest."
now i don't know if i should tell him my friend stalked him and found him. would that be creepy?
"shall we?" he asks and i nod so we walk into the diner and place our orders.
when the waitress returns with our food we just sit in the awkward silence hearing nothing but the sound of silverware clanking against the ceramic plates.
"so we're just gonna pretend we haven't been talking for like 2 months?" he asks making eye contact with me for the first time since we walked in.
"you know, i was gonna ask but i didn't want it to get even more awkward than it already was." i respond, clearing my throat.
"you're a lot more shy in person, aren't you?"
"i wish, and you will too once you get to know me."
"so that means we'll be seeing each other again?" he questions, taking a bite of his food right after.
his voice is so deep right now which is distracting me to no end.
"that's only if wanna." i mumble in response and he let's out a brief, breathy laugh.
"i'd like that."
we spent the whole day just hanging out and talking, getting to know each other and laughing at dumb shit. conversation started getting easier over the hours and we feel slightly more comfortable around each other.
i could hear him talk all day, his hushed, deep voice is easily becoming addicting and now i'm left developing feelings for him all over again but this time the real person and not his online persona.
"wait so you becoming friends with san was a complete accident?"
"not accident. more like we saw each other the second time and figured why not exchange numbers. our first conversation was completely out of the blue but interesting nonetheless." i tell him as we walk aimlessly through the city.
the air is cool, pinching my skin ever so slightly to keep me present in the conversation.
"now seonghwa. what made you subscribe to my channel?" shit why did i ask that? now it sounds like i'm fishing for compliments. "actually-"
"you're a pretty girl making what my friends call comfort streams on a camsite. who wouldn't be interested?" he responds plainly, just straight to the point which makes me smile. he thinks i'm pretty.
"horny men." i respond dryly making him laugh briefly.
"good point... look, i hope you don't think i have bad intentions." he says, his tone shifting to that of worry and i shake my head to reassure him.
"you're lonely, i get it." i tease him and his head snaps to me.
"hey i'm not lonely."
"are too."
"hey."
"lonely." i say sticking my tongue out at him and making a run for it.
"zaraha!!" i hear a laugh as he says my name, running after me and that's when i pick up pace noticing he's approaching pretty quickly.
"hey slow down a bit, i'm not a fast runner!" i try asking him, a little out of breath but he's already caught up. "no fair." i breathe out when i feel his arms around me.
i look him in the eyes, getting lost in them a little too quickly. our faces inch closer before i change direction and place a kiss on his cheek instead.
"i don't kiss on the first date."
"let me take you on another then." he asks and i feel my cheeks heat up.
"deal."
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
tagged by @thefreakandthehair @stevethehairington @wormdebut @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @morningberriesao3 thank you loveliess
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
27 dresses starring katherine heigl and james marsden
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
138,103
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Stranger Things <3 My fics are all pretty exclusively Steddie or platonic Sstobin as the main focus, but I like to play around with the background ships - the best part of being super into a show with 14000 characters is you have so many opportunities for weird pair-ups
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
No Son of Mine
relax (lay it back)
TITS! magazine
Monsoon Season
relax (that's that)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I try to answer every comment I get because like, thank you for taking the time to let me know you read and liked my story you didn't have to do that and I love that you did
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
mmmm. I don't- HAHAHAHA okay wait, I was about to say "I don't really do unhappy endings" because I don't, but I did do a single angsty ending microfic as a personal challenge back in July
at the bottom you'll find all our friends
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
weirdly enough I think it was the sex tape fic I wrote for @inklessletter lmao that fic turned out so much more 'aggressively married' vibes than I originally planned. Just absolute sap city
Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Hope not lol
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
ADHD crack smut with a heart of fluffy gold
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I have written exactly one chapter of one crossover, which is a modern Stardust AU where Eddie is Tristan, Steve is the star, and 1980s Indiana is on the non-magical side of the wall. Also Eddie was trying to find the star so he could grab a chunk of it and barter it for a new electric guitar lmao. I really loved the premise I came up with and thought the first chapter was great; unfortunately the fic is fuckin cursed and will never be finished (by me. if anyone wants to take a swing at the story where I left it off feel free!)
stupid fucking star stuff
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
See #8
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don't think so!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes! @gorgeousgreymatter-x and I co-wrote the first installment of the yogi steve vs adhd eddie series as a birthday gift to @flintandfuss <3 we broke each other's brains with our linear vs non-linear writing styles lmao but it was a really fun project
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Steddieeeeeeee
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I started working on this goofy little crack fic forever ago where Steve was a member of the snooty grandmas-only Loch Nora Gardening Club, and he was all stressed out because the ladies had beef with the neighboring town's club and had somehow put Steve in charge of operation "publicly humiliate them by throwing a better annual fundraising party"
and then Eddie, being the impulsive horny dumbass that he is, was jokingly like "hey, you could come to my garden party some time" and Steve's like "you're in a gardening club?" "yeah, technically! sure!"
then Eddie drives him to Indy and pulls them up to this shady little sex club called The Pleasure Garden and Steve gets gently bullied by a drag queen lmaooo
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue dialogue dialogue. Also I think in weird synesthesia (some words taste bad, some memories smell like cinnamon, ya know what I mean) so I feel like my imagery toward the fun and funky side
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
All the silly important shit that goes around the dialogue. And writing a seamless big group scene - more than four people in a conversation and the pacing gets so ssx tricky
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Mmmm. I mean, I tend to avoid it unless the fic/character actually requires it. Like I did a Robin POV fic where Robin would think certain curse words in different languages because it seemed fitting for the girl who's fluent in four languages, ya know? Ooh, I do also love a good "character royally botches what they're trying to say" moment so foreign language phrases are fun for that
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Twilight
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I'm really just unreasonably proud of myself for writing almost 30,000 words of continuous story in 30 days. I've been trying to do that for years and never even come close
okay sick thanks for letting me ramble incessantly about myself this was fun!
as usual I'm late to the tag party but tagging a couple people anyway <3 @steddieas-shegoes @thisapplepielife @wormdebut @aidaronan @gorgeousgreymatter-x
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Tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop for this! Thanks for the tag. :D
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
152 across my three pseuds, 123 on my main/fic one, 25 for my art one, and 4 for my meta one.
2. What is your AO3 wordcount?
77,898
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mainly tokusatsu, and old anime. Though there's also some Zelda, and a few other things in the mix too.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Excluding the one that got hit by a kudos bot its:
Please Bird Call Responsibly (Ankh/Eiji, T)
A Reminder (Ankh/Eiji, E)
When It's Spring, and You're a (Horny, Horny) Bird (Ankh/Eiji, E)
Tell Me Your, Tell Me Your, Fantasy, Fantasy (Ankh/Eiji, E)
Hot Weather, Popsicles, And a Touch of Mischief (Ankh/Eiji, G)
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yeah! Sometimes I forget because memory issues, but I like to respond to comments whenever I get them.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
This one. (Post OOO 10th, probably the only thing I will ever write that's compliant with that film XD)
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
That's a good question. I would say this one?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I haven't gotten any yet, I think locking my comments to archive users only (mainly because of all the spambot problems) is a big reason why.
9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?
I do. I just write it for the ships and characters I want to center it around. I've always joked "You can tell I'm really invested in something if I write/draw smut for it".
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?
I do when I have the idea! They're fun to do. And I would say the fic where I make Ankh have incredibly awkward sexual tension with The Owner from Den-O is up there.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! Two times, both in Brazilian Portuguese. :D
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have not, but it would be fun to give it a try one day.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
AnkhEiji and Mayalock. I refuse to pick one over the other.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
There was this one WIP I had where Ankh and Eiji are dealing with a heat wave I don't see myself getting back to anytime soon. (Unless inspiration strikes during the summer.)
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and characterization! I've had people point it out to me before as well.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions of things, I've always struggled with that. Which is why its something I've been really working on with my writing as of late to try and improve at.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't think I've done it yet (If I have I can't remember right now, memory issues) but the approach I would take is italicizing it to differentiate it.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Pokemon! I'm pretty sure the first fic I actually wrote was a pokemon one. Though none of those have survived throughout the years.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I would have to say Wrap Me In Your Wings (And Hold Me Closer) is my favorite fic I've written so far.
Tagging @belovedstill @xing-hua @buddyaldridge @droppedalltheseoreos @dragonofeternal @setsuntamew (No pressure!) And if you see this and want to do it, go for it!
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Fanfic Writer Questions
thank you for the tag @cinehomophile !💜💜
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
38
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
84,620
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mainly the deer hunter and mean streets, but i have also written godfather fic in the past (which has since been deleted bc i didn't think it was very good lol). i've also written fic for parting glances (1986) and probably other things i can't remember but yeah.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
1. don't ask me to be lonely https://archiveofourown.org/works/45806962
2. oh, pretty baby https://archiveofourown.org/works/47108557
3. my boy https://archiveofourown.org/works/49263451
4. you're just too good to be true https://archiveofourown.org/works/46031446
5. moonlight lover https://archiveofourown.org/works/49926586
5. do you respond to comments?
usually i message the person privately bc for some reason it makes me a little anxious but sometimes i do! i love getting comments so i try to get back to everyone.
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i think it would have to be point of no return: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45937063 bc the literal whole point is that it's a death scene of johnny.
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
i have lots of happy ending deer hunter fluff / hurt/comfort but i think the happiest one is probably my beloved strawberry https://archiveofourown.org/works/46815451 in which mike and nick get a cat<3
8. do you get hate on fics?
thankfully no, but oddly enough i have gotten hate on uquiz before and people suicide baiting me on uquiz seems like a pretty unique experience lmao so lmk if it's happened to you as well.
9. do you write smut? if so what kind?
okay so this might sound dumb but i don't know what actually qualifies as smut like are all sex scenes counted as smut? or is it like more graphic / strictly horny lmao. in any case yes i have and do write sex scenes, mainly really tender and romantic sex.
10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?
i haven't personally wrote one but me and @cinehomophile had an idea for one which he is working on and we both kinda co-authored the general concept of. i shan't say more.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
no!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
not translated but i've had many podfics made of my work by the lovely dmitri!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes! i co wrote with my incredible boyfriend @ulyssesgays1995 a few times and also with @cinehomophile !!
14. what's your all time favorite ship?
this will surprise no one but it has to be mike and nick from the deer hunter. they mean so much to me.
15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
never say never lol. i have a few shorter wips stowed away rn but i plan to finish them i think!
16. what are your writing strengths?
i think i'm good at hurt/comfort and examining the deep pain of a character but then bringing them to a place of healing with the support of their partner.
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
i can never plan out a plot ahead of time i just go in with a vague idea and see where it takes me. sometimes it works out great but i wish i could formulate my ideas more clearly sometimes bc sometimes they feel overwhelming.
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?
it's so cool! i have never personally done it but i would love to try.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
it would've been something when i was REALLY young probably like anne of green gables if i had to guess.
20. favorite fic you've written?
without a doubt, my deer hunter sex work au oh pretty baby https://archiveofourown.org/works/47108557 it holds such a special place in my heart and writing it was extremely cathartic from me. tw for sexual abuse in this fic and in my answer to this question but writing the fic was a way for me to process and emotionally externalize my own experience as a victim of sexual abuse.
on that note, thanks to anyone who has ever read my fics, in both their developmental and final stages. (like @fredoesque who i have sent many a wip to.) i love you all and i love writing. can't wait to keep posting my work!!
i tag @melis-writes @meme-streets @rosesloveletters @mr-snailman 💜 no pressure if not ofc.
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Hey! May i ask an overprotective dad Shura (kotz) finding out that male reader (bronze knight) is dating Hyoga. Maybe he finds them kissing or making out or maybe someone accidentally tells him. Do whatever you’re comfortable with. Thank you! Have a good day/night
Not NSFW for character below 17 or 18, but i can do suggestive or allusion.
I made it more funny than serious, I hope you enjoy it.
Camus was feeling a little strange about the day. Hyoga was more punctual than usual and Isaac seemed to want to distract him from something.
The weirdest thing was that Deathmask seemed to be taking measurements of Hyoga and building something. Milo told him that he was building a coffin.
The usual, everyday stuff. Yeah, he built coffins for his friends; he took great pleasure in making coffins- okay, sarcasm aside, what the fuck was going on?
The answer came in the form of a very angry Capricorn saint. Behind him was his apprentice, who Shura regarded as a kind of younger brother, even a son.
--- Keep your student away from mine --- Shura, always so direct and unhesitating, seemed quite annoyed. Camus looked at the young man behind Shura and then at his two students, who were not supposed to be paying attention to the two saints. He looked more sternly and noticed how Hyoga's cosmos wavered a bit. There, he had found the culprit, now it was his turn to deal with his companion --- First his training and then his horniness.
--- His what? --- Camus looked again at Hyoga, who was giving him competition in terms of killing with his eyes with Shura --- I think there might be a mistake.
--- Boy, show him your leg --- Camus was seriously thinking of taking a vacation, or taking his disciples to Siberia for training to avoid these problems. With a little embarrassment, Hyoga showed the wound on his leg, provoked by the Capricorn saint --- they are only 13 years old, I don't want him near my son, my temple and if I see him again I'll cut off his third leg.
And with that, master and apprentice returned to the temple of Capricorn.
--- What a good relationship they have, he even told him son. --- Isaac commented, watching as both knights retreated into the distance.
--- I know what you are thinking, master --- commented Hyoga looking at Camus, who was waiting for his apprentice's response --- but, my love does not make me any less worthy of my armor and my manhood.
--- Hyoga, no one cares that you're gay --- commented Camus massaging the bridge of his nose --- you're 13 years old, the most intense thing you're supposed to experience is training or a very passionate kiss. Not fucking Shura's apprentice in the house of Capricorn.
--- We were in the dark
--- But you're not even quiet when you sleep Hyoga.
--- Shut up Isaac, don't interfere.
--- Silence me, Hyoga
--- Stop it, both of you… you'll give me a headache.
…….
--- Did I say I'm sorry? --- commented the young bronze knight, looking at his master from behind.
--- like 25 times and like the other 25 times, the answer is the same --- commented the saint arriving at his temple --- What have I always told you?
--- First the training, be well with me and then go out on dates --- replied the young man --- I am no longer a child.
--- But you are also not fully aware of your actions --- the young man knew that the Spaniard wanted the best for him, only that sometimes their views clashed because of their age. --- When I said I was going to let you make your own choices, I meant a balance. Until you reach 18, I can't let you do whatever you want. I know there are still actions you may regret.
--- I think I understand… so, it doesn't make you angry that I like men? --- commented the young man
--- No, in Spain there is all kinds of things, so I'm not surprised at all --- said Shura patting the young man on the back --- now go to sleep, as punishment tomorrow's training will be harder.
--- I was saying that everything was going well.
--- Go to sleep
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There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.
Rating: Honestly soft NC-17 due to what Buggy is doing at the end again.
Warning: Male msturbation towards the end again because Buggy can't help himself. A reference to a blowjob. Buggy fantasizes a lot, has self pity.
Word Count: 2,165
A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic.
Title comes from “Take Me To Church” by Hozier.
Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6
Chapter 6
“I can't find the cravat you gave me, Buggy.” Taron brought up a few days later after a meeting. Buggy had tuned most of it out as usual, filling his mind with images of Mihawk or Crocodile beating him senseless to keep him from even looking at Taron. He knew where the cravat was, hidden under his pillow in his room. They didn't have to know what he did with it.
“M-Maybe Richie took it.” Buggy chuckled nervously. “He likes things like that, you know. Just a big kitten sometimes.” He let out a loud bark of laughter, hoping it was a believable excuse, but the way the three were looking at him he wondered if he was a dead clown with that lie.
Thankfully Taron shrugged and moved on from the topic, bringing up meetings the three would have that Buggy would need to be present for even if the others did the talking. He breathed a sigh of relief; meetings where he just had to sit there was fine. The other two wouldn't want him talking anyway, he'd just fuck it up.
Once he was released, he headed for the tent, Taron trailing after him as they went over the planner. Buggy kept glancing back at them, the absence of the colorful cravat noticeable, but he couldn't give it back to them after what he had been doing with it. He would need to get them a new one.
“If uh, you want, you can get a new cravat from my… own collection.” Buggy suggested, nervously tripping over his words as they walked. “Only if you want, I'm not going to force it, you know.”
“Oh?” They glanced up, amused by his offer. “You're not going to just sneak one into my wardrobe then?”
“H-Hey, I was just trying to add some color to your wardrobe!” He shot back as his face flushed from the embarrassing reminder. “If you just dressed flashier it wouldn't be a problem, instead you look like you take clothes out of Croc’s dresser each morning!”
“Mm, you still don't like how I dress?” They asked as they looked back at their planner. “I don't know if I trust you to dress me, Buggy. Not to mention your clothes won't fit me.”
“You wouldn't be wearing my clothes anyway!” Buggy hated the shrieking pitch of his own voice right then. Why did he have to imagine that? Taron in his clothes, shirt unbuttoned, pants snug around their hips and ass. Buggy would prefer them to not have clothes on. He choked on the thought and turned red. Why was he acting like a horny teenager lately?
Taron laughed; it took Buggy a second to realize it wasn't his reaction they laughed at. They were laughing at the thought of dressing in bold colors and patterns, commenting how that wasn’t really what they liked to wear. They preferred darker, neutral colors with very little flair to them. Buggy's commentary on their wardrobe amused them, though anyone else would have been offended.
“Thank you for the offer, Buggy.” They chuckled as they grinned at him. “How about you surprise me with a new cravat, one your lion won't want to take?”
“F-Fine, yea, I can do that! Whatever, I'll find you an even better one than that last one, okay?!” Buggy shot back. “We can go look for it now if you want!”
“We have work to do.” They reminded him; Buggy deflated a bit. “Just some more paperwork.”
“Why, why is there so much?” Buggy whined as he stopped in his tracks and fell to his knees dramatically, pounding a fist on the ground. “I hate this! I've never done this much before in my life! It's not fair!”
He whined and sulked as Taron walked over and stood beside him. He tensed up when he realized how close they were. If he kept his head down they wouldn't be able to kick him in the face, and he had his hair under his bandana so they wouldn't be able to grab ahold of it. If he stayed down they couldn't hurt him. They have to be sick of him by now.
“Buggy.” They crouched beside him, putting their hand on his back. Their voice was gentle but firm. “I know it's a lot which is why I'm here to help you, remember? I'm giving you breaks when I feel you need it, keeping you on task, things like that. It's just a few forms that need your signature.”
He lifted his head up just enough to look at them. They weren't angry or frustrated at his behavior, once again more amused by the pirate's antics. They kept their hand on his back, a comforting feeling for him as he sat up, hoping there wasn't too much dirt in his face.
“After you fill out the forms we can go to your room and you pick me out a new cravat.” They told him gently. “But only if you'll be a good boy for me. Can you do that?”
He nodded, swallowing heavily as he thought of Crocodile kicking him in the stomach to discourage his body from reacting to Taron’s words. Why did they have to call him a good boy like that? He wanted to be good for them, to continue to earn that praise, but the way they spoke to him with a calm voice while he had a meltdown was almost too much for him to handle.
“I can be a good boy for you.” He mumbled. “Really.”
“Good.” They smiled, giving him a gentle pat on the back
“Why are you nice to me?” He mumbled as he looked up at them. “You work for Crocodile.”
“I do but if I used similar tactics on you that he would have used what good would that do me?” They told him as they moved their hand from his back. “You've been so good at getting the tasks and paperwork done that I don't need to threaten you, Buggy.”
“Would you have if I didn't get the work done?” Buggy asked. Taron smiled and touched his cheek. He leaned into their hand.
“Oh, I would have. You wouldn't have liked what I would have done to you.” They told him, giving his cheek a pat. “But you've been so good for me that all I want to do is reward you. I may need to get you better candy.”
He perked up a little at the mention of candy. Taron grinned and stood back up, offering their hand to him. Buggy took it, letting them pull him to his feet. He hated the idea of more work, it was unending, but the prospect of a sweet little treat as a reward was a bit of motivation to get the tasks done, even if he wanted to fuss and whine about it.
The two headed back to the tent and to Buggy’s office. Taron set the stack of papers down on the table before they went to start some coffee. Buggy took a seat and sighed, looking over at Taron as they busied themself. Buggy was still getting used to them, though there was still a bit of distrust. They were close to Crocodile, could they just be softening Buggy up before the final blow?
He wondered if Taron talked about him whenever they were with Crocodile. Did the two make fun of him when they were together in Crocodile’s bed and talk about how ridiculous he was? That he was pathetic, useless, and that Buggy was kept around just to be the face of the Cross Guild at this point?
Buggy slumped forward onto the table, letting his head thunk against it as he let out a pitiful whine. How did he get into this mess? Why did this have to happen to him?
“Buggy?”
He looked up, resting his chin on the table as he looked over at Taron. They had a frown on their face as they carried back his cup of coffee.
“Something on your mind?”
“Do you talk about me to Crocodile?” He asked with a sigh, dropping his head down again. Taron frowned at the question. Why was he so interested in what they did with Crocodile after hours?
“No, I don’t.” Taron told him as they set the cup down next to him. They took a seat and turned to look at him, resting an elbow on the table with their head in their hand. “He doesn’t think of you when he’s choking me with his cock if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Yes, that’s exactly what I was wondering. Buggy sat up and looked away as his face turned red. They said that so casually to him and he hated the image that popped into his head, the same image he jerked off too with their cravat, of them on their knees in front of Buggy, begging for his cock, and what they said didn’t help. He tried to think of Crocodile beating him into the ground to ignore his cock twitching, but it wasn’t helping.
“O-Okay, you know what, I think I can handle this paperwork without you.” Buggy said, voice cracking as he gave them a dismissive wave. “I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Go uh, have the day off. Enjoy the weather.”
Taron gave him a funny look. “Oh, so no taking me to your bedroom for a new cravat?”
“Later, okay, later.” Buggy insisted. “You, uh, are distracting me, talking about Crocodile, so I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Go… go hang out with him or something.”
They looked at him for a moment and Buggy wondered if they were suspicious of his change in behavior.
“Crocodile wouldn’t be pleased if I left you alone when you have work to do.” They replied as they leaned back in their chair. Buggy hated this, he needed to be alone just for a little bit to take care of this problem. He needed to slip back to his room, grab the cravat from under his pillow, and take care of himself. He actually felt mildly disgusted with himself for this but he had no other choice. “Though I suppose you have been working hard lately, so I’ll give you an hour.”
Grinning they pushed their chair back and stood up, leaning across the table to grab his chin. “However, you need to be a good boy and take care of the paperwork, do you understand? I’d hate for you to disappoint me, Buggy.”
Buggy stiffened in their grasp, his body reacting to their touch. He was grateful he was sitting so they wouldn’t notice the growing tent in his pants. Taron grinned, giving his chin a squeeze before they pulled back. “You can have one hour alone but then I’ll need to come back to make sure you’ve been good, understand?”
“I-I um, understand.” He choked out, his voice tight as he tried not to whine for their touch. Taron pushed their chair in and headed out, leaving Buggy alone. He was in no position to leave his chair, the discomfort was too much, so he gave himself a few minutes before undoing his pants and slipping them down his knees with his boxers, freeing himself from his clothes.
He felt pathetic for this, having to jack off after spending time with this person, someone he didn’t really know, someone who wouldn’t give him the time of day. What would they think of him if they found him like this? They’d probably tell Crocodile and Mihawk, the three of them laughing at how pathetic the clown was and how desperate he was for another person’s touch. The thought was horrifying to Buggy. He didn’t want any of them to know. It was humiliating enough to him that he never had sex, but to know that his assistant was having it with Crocodile after spending the day with Buggy? Did they hate him that much that Taron needed to have the thought of Buggy fucked out of them each day?
And that was a mistake because now Taron was in his thoughts, sitting in front of him, watching him touch himself as they urged him to continue, telling him he needed to be a good boy, that he was just so wonderful and doing a good job at pleasing himself. He imagined them putting their hand on his cheek, caressing his skin as they praised him on how proud they were of him for always doing a good job with his work, that he was getting better each day.
And he was starting to imagine Taron naked, taking their clothes off for him, telling him they wanted to make sure he was satisfied by their assistance-
And someone was calling for him, saying he was needed, and Buggy was cursing at being interrupted. Why couldn’t people solve their own problems?
#buggy the clown#buggy the clown x oc#buggy x oc#one piece oc#one piece original character#nonbinary oc#nonbinary original character
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by the @boltlightning the myth the legend
1. how many total works do you have on ao3? 31
2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 137,304
3. what fandoms do you write for? mostly potc, but i did toss out that one roland fic the other day. also at some point hornblower and his dragon will be published. i promise bolt. i will not abandon justinian. he also likely wouldn't allow me to anyways. he is likely just outside my window at this very second
(putting it the rest under a cut as this is a bit long)
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
a birthday dinner for two (tears of themis)
i would do it again (tot)
partners in everything (tot)
party in the mansion (fe3h)
learning to trust (fe3h)
of the five, learning to trust is definitely my favorite and the one that i think actually deserves the kudos. like not that the others are bad but tot is up there because of fandom popularity and then the other 3h once was for an exchange
5. do you respond to comments? usually!
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i was gonna put one of the potc fics here but it feels more bittersweet than angsty so i'll return to my hubert and edelgard pov azure moon fic that i remembered from last time (our paths end here)
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i'm p sure last time i did this one i did one of my tot fics which makes sense bc they're basically the only happy ones but i don't think i'd published this one yet? who knows. anyways partners in everything
8. do you get hate on fics? thankfully no but i did get a somewhat rude one that one time
9. do you write smut? only fade to black here and i don't think i've ever posted any of that anyways. don't hold your breath on this changing but also if you're following me expecting that kind of content to begin with you are. in the wrong place
10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? i don't usually but i have done hockey aus for two separate fandoms (3h & pb) so there's that. i wouldn't consider that too crazy though
11. have you had a fic stolen? / 12. have you had a fic translated? / 13. have you ever co-written a fic? keeping these stuck together with a no for me as well. i did do a back and forth writing thing with a former friend but that was for a personal project
14. what's your all-time favorite ship? i am not really a big shipper! i went through my charmed tag the other day so i guess i can say piper/leo bc i was very into them when i was watching. if we can extend ship to being not necessarily romantic then we all know that The Horny Lads have rewritten my brain
15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? great question! i can't think of any bc if i don't think i'll ever finish a wip i likely. don't want to finish it
16. what are your writing strengths? i'm good with dialogue especially banter and since i refuse to write fics where i can't get into the head of the pov character i'd like to think my characterization is solid
17. what are your writing weaknesses? society if i could describe things without suffering. i will blame the aphantasia
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i'm not sure i've given it much thought since i haven't done it before. i'd def be scared of messing something up
19. first fandom you wrote for? my first ao3 fic was for pb but i know i did fics before that. i'm gonna guess hp since that was my first fandom
20. favorite fic you've written? look i have to hype this fic up bc it has an audience of like five people but i put a lot of love and time into my fernand character study (the fallen knight)
i tag @writingbyricochet (not sure how much fanfic/ao3 you do since your blog is mostly original worksso feel free to ignore this/adapt as needed) and @philcoulsonismyhero and whoever else wants to do this!
#thank you bolt#i will always love our writing strengths and weaknesses being the reverses of each other#insert reverse flash joke which doesn't land bc i don't think you're a dc person but know that it brings me joy to make it#boltlightning
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neymar got exposed for dming another ig model right after his "apology" and her comment section is full of his fanboys saying she's a whore and that she can't blame married men for dming her if she posts pics of her in revealing poses????? the girl never even said she didn't want men to dm her she specifically said she didn't want men with girlfriends/wives to dm her and they're like she likes the attention and she's only exposing him for clout. it's crazy that they can't fathom that a lot of women don't want to me some guy's mistress regardless of how rich or famous he is. i swear his tiktok fangirls who keep saying "who cares he's neymar" are setting us back so much it's killing me
you know damn well i have opinions about that.
first of all, his apology never was an apology to begin with, it was (in my opinion) either a pr move for his auction/general image or, considering how much he mentioned them, a demand by bruna's family. in said apology we have not once heard the words 'i'm sorry' which are a crucial part of an apology. it wasn't an apology. one might even consider it manipulating bruna and trying to show his 'remorse'/'good will' to save his relationship.
then, i already said that i'm convinced the people he surrounds himself with are the biggest fucking enablers ever. somebody needs to put their foot down and tell him to grow the fuck up and stop behaving like an overly horny 17 year old with no braincells who fucks half the population and fucks everyone else over. something NEEDS to change, right now. in (my estimation) 20 weeks he'll have a daughter, he needs to know how to treat women by then to raise her right. if everyone continues enabling him, nothing will happen. he fucks up and is coddled instead of lectured, told 'congratulations' instead of 'you fucked up', showered in love instead of yelled at. spoiled.
now, onto this. considering the proof she showed, he's the one to dm her so she isn't to blame, at all. we're talking about a man who follows half the female population in both brazil and france as well as a few spanish and american women while having a pregnant girlfriend. he doesn't give a shit about women. probably sees them as objects for him to have fun with, at least that's what it seems like to me. he flirts and fucks without a care in the world. if a man cheats, it's ALWAYS on him and NEVER on the woman he cheated with. yes, she might have known he's in a relationship, but if she said no, he would've slept with another woman. it's not her responsibility to make sure he stays faithful, it's his. he has a commitment to bruna, the other women do not. (maybe human decency, but oh well, i do believe one could know he has a girlfriend considering it's a public relationship but it's still not exactly the women's fault)
blaming her is just typical sexism. she's a woman, she posts revealing pictures, therefore she's a whore and was begging for it. the fact that it's her body and her choice doesn't matter. and his fans are so fucking delusional, because if they were with him, they'd get cheated on as well. it's not a bruna problem, he always does. always. it's not fine because it's neymar, it's especially bad because it's neymar. this man is setting an example for younger generations of how cheating is okay as long as you get your girlfriend to stay with you, and if this continues, we'll live in a world even shittier than it is right now. the amount of fights i've had in the past weeks trying to get stupid ass boys to understand that what neymar is doing is NOT something they should copy "because it's neymar and he's a role model" but instead do the exact opposite of. it's exhausting, and it pisses me off. a woman cheats, she's a whore and should be broken up with and all future partners should be careful. a man cheats, it's fine because he's pretty and wealthy and a role model to younger guys, and everyone's crushing on him. what the fuck.
you're so right, this is setting everything back. we're never getting anywhere as long as we keep idolising men who have no respect for women and need to be taught said respect. i'm absolutely disgusted by all of this, i could keep talking for WAY longer. what a fucking bullshit world we're living in
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17 (im asking on anon in case I hate the fic lol)
i respect that...however i hope u enjoyyyy....... landscape, plotted and pieced - fold, fallow and plough by charlotte_stant...again, these are all unread fics from me so i cant provide u with a review of the fic, but here, i can provide u with a comprehensive review of the author!! bangers all around!!! never published anything that isnt a banger!! can do hot horny deranged scenes and can also do heart-wrenching beautiful scenes so idk what ur gunna get in this fic but i can tell u confidently you're gunna enjoy the ride!! don;t forget to leave ur kudos and ur comment and 'ey, i'd recommend checking out the rest of their fics as well!!
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Ah, Helena, I love and reread your works constantly! I would like to know number 3 and 17 from the deep fic ask!
Oh my. How did you manage to pick the hardest ones for me to respond to? 🖤
03: I'm strangely unattached to most of my rivamika stories. I'm probably only emotionally attached to the dynamics in Out in Search ("I'd be absolutely alone if it weren't for you/you're the only person who can actually understand me") and the scene where Levi knows Mikasa's pain as well as his own and runs her absolutely ragged in training to distract her from her grief.
There's something special about how he does it without need for recognition, that they aren't even romantically established, that it's a pure 'act of service' enactment of his love language, that he knows precisely what she needs and gives it to her without her even knowing he's doing it for her. If I'm a hopeless romantic, then it's for that kind of love: being understood to the core > verbal declarations and traditional grand gestures.
(Well, admittedly, I'm also deeply emotionally attached to the epilogue of Beyond the Walls, and only the epilogue tbh. I'm convinced everything I love about it is what people will dislike about it, so it's just sitting there unfinished in my drafts.)
17: I'mma be completely transparent here. I know many people? everyone? struggles to receive affirmation or compliments, but I am deeply fucked in that regard. When anyone tells me something kind, my brain listens to it for .01 seconds, then immediately produces a robust counter-argument with all the ways they're wrong. It's not stooped in insecurity, but how keenly objective and rational I can be. For every 1 kind compliment, I have 50 criticisms to add to it. (That's part of living with an OCD diagnosis and constantly having to do mental gymnastics to coach myself through ordinary interactions lol.)
So, I genuinely, genuinely struggle to read comments on my works. They mean the world to me and are absolutely a motiving factor to help me update and publish. (I write for me, but I do publish/post to engage with others, I admit that!) But I typically avoid reading comments for a few hours or days, cover my face when I finally do, and quickly exit out, blushing in half-terror, half-pleasure. For that reason, there's not really specific engagements that come to mind. :( It's why I struggle to respond to comments, didn't initially respond to any, and why I haven't once gone back to read old comments, even though I'm curious to see how many "familiar faces" there are of people I know now but didn't know back then.
This feels arrogant? but I'm really, really honored to have a few fandom friends and readers who insist on praising my writing and reminding me how much they love my stories, and that kind of sincerity and repetitive affirmation is the only way for my brain to actually believe and receive the encouraging feedback. Thank you, Hera, for being one of those friends. 🖤
TL;DR the ongoing affirmation from friends and readers who keep telling me they value my work has been the most life-giving, encouraging feedback and for that I'm eternally grateful.
(I do have to give a shoutout to my fandom bff though, who managed to cut through ALL of the aforementioned self-sabotaging bullshit by being so disarming and horny unconventional in their comments on Ao3. I couldn't tell you what the first one even was, but it made me lighten up and has helped me come out of my shell in fandom since then. That'd be @a-slut-for-smut ofc.)
Aha I sure can ramble. I've had bad anxiety from work stress lately, I think I needed the chance to engage in deep thought with a real distraction, thank youuu for the ask and thank you for being you (: 🖤
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Couples: Here's 19 Ways To Spice Up Regis Weekend In The Bedroom
- Introduce toys to the bedroom (aides, swings, Legos, video games, card games, tabletop games where thou can assume the visage of a holy knight, a wycked emperor, a valiant elf, a powerful orc, a tyre goblyne (post ‘tyre goblyne’ in the comments if you get this funny, funny reference), a wycked mage, a powerful cleric, a wycked bard, a wycked mage, a powerful troll, or a gorgeous woman orc).
- Try a little role play (lady boss and idiot male secretary, sensual graphic designer and idiot male client at a mid-size independent brewery in the northeast, voluptuous park ranger and distressed idiot male hiker who has neglected to pack water, house-wrecking girl-next-door munitions manufacturer and idiot male secretary, femme fatale school board chairwoman and idiot male skateboarder who was involved in a hit-and-run on school grounds and is threatening to sue if the school doesn’t buy him a new board)
-Buy an air fryer to produce delectable delites for the bedroom and beyond. Don’t forget to buy a towel to prevent crumbs on the bed.
-Air fried fruit cups
-Coax your partner into eating delicious air fryed foods. Don’t they look schmexy wolfing down the second tray of air fryer quinoa shooters? Aren’t you still in love with them?
-Spank your partner Regis-style. Did you know that Mr. Television himself was a long-time proponent of sexual spanking? Regis and Joy would spank each other several nights a week, sometimes for hours, while the buzzy glow of the television illuminated the otherwise unlit hotel rooms.
-Regis Boudoir photoshoot Featuring premium clam-inspired lingerie
-“Joy loves watching HSN while being spanked by me. She'd kill me if she knew I was saying this, but she loves seeing all the new products and appliances being demonstrated on television all while receiving punishment in the form of spanking. Ain't that something?"
-Clam juice-scented lingerie
-Sizeplay — Did you ever fantasize about 2 inches tall while a 14 foot tall Regis, dressed as Lady Wolverine, steps on your face with stiletto heels?
-addressing madame wolverine, while extremely microscopic, and wearing formal, gentlamanly attire of the finest qualitie: "...much, mcuh smaller than you, my ladyship..."
-the year is 3012: same-size voring has just been legalized by Nude Gingrixh 2 (virtual ginGRINCH software from MicroSexSoft)
-Watching a documentary, hosted by AI-generated Regis, wherein Nim Chimsky (language ape) signs syntactically correct erotic sentences, which are then spoken by a Regis Voice Synthesizer
-Mark Zuckerberg, to a wounded nation, minutes after the events of 10/17: "We are adding patriotic vore to the metaverse as a sign of respect for the thousands that just died during the tragic events of 10/17." (Puts on absolutely stupid looking computer hat)
-“babe that erotic sentence, syntactically correct, was conceived in the mind of an intelligent ape, and spoken by a computer in the style of regis philbin... (austin powers voice) does that make you horny baby?"
-Tie your partner up to the bed and then go play video games
-Regis 64 With Rumble Pack
-Put the Rumble Pack in your b*tt
-Sonic the Sexual Hedgehog is BACK with 64 bits of erotic, relationship-saving graphics. Watch as Sonic jumps in bed with you and your partner(s) to rekindle the flame with incredible speed. You'll be done in seconds and back to listlessly scrolling apps and checking stock quotes
- Air friar. Earth friar. Wind friar. Like that cartoon. Funny stuff,
- Some couples "get off" on the thrill of Regis Weekend being extended to Wednesday, October 4th. If you're one of those couples, you're in luck: Regis Weekend has been being extended to Wednesday, October 4th nd.
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Jungkook Fic Recs
《 I read all this fics and love them.》
Jungkook Fic Recs Part 2
01) Textbook love drabble 1
02) Textbook love drabble 2
03) Textbook love drabble 3
04) Fictional Men Vs. Boyfriend
05) WANDERLUST WITH YOU
06) 9:43 PM With Jealous Jungkook
07) Sick Mornings
09) teasing kisses.
10) “Don’t cry.”
11) in this paradise
12) Little Library Girl
13) IRRÉSISTIBLE
14) Invisible String (soulmate au ) Pt 1 Pt 2
15) mean girls
16) “This bed is too big.”
17) Jealous Of Bam
18) He is Love [Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || BONUS DRABBLE ]
19) Espresso Shots and Boob Talks
20) Mama Jeon and Jk trying to get it on but Bam keeps interrupting!
21) cockblocked
22) Until you were mine
23) The Love After 💜
24) Mr. Ice
25) Inevitable
26) Netflix and Chill
Hulu & Woohoo
IMAX & CLIMAX
27) Champagne Problems
28) Milestone
29) Babymoon
30) A Bam Protected Pregnancy
31) Still with me
32) Please Love Me
33) 6.43
34) Our Promise
35) A Lazy Saturday Morning
36) Friday Nights and Takeout 💜
37) in which jungkook is team not okay for the perilla leaf debate. [F]
38) Jungkook takes care of you when you're sick
39) Polarity
40) Lover
41) Can't Be Without You
42) Liars, Humans and Werewolves, oh my
43) The Beast Hidden Inside
44) Not A Creature Was Stirring
45) I have created my own worst enemy
46) Throne of a sinner 💜
47) Our little love affair
48) Imagine seeing those videos of shirtless Jungkook
49) [2:47am]
50) 12:21 PM
51) Naughty pictures 💜
52) 7:22 pm
53) The habits of a broken heart 💜
54) Prove it
55) [01:25] — FEELIN’ SLEEPY
56) 3:21 PM
57) hotter than hell 💜
58) With you
59) Protection
60) A TXT member has a crush on you
61) how about someone commenting on how 🌺jk is missing out since he’s only ever had sex with y/n or something like that and he’s not having it?
62) Love me again
63) Mine 01 💜
Mine 02
64) The East End
65) M.I.L.F 💜
M.I.L.F. 2
66) touch me wherever 💜
67) Bad influence
68) In the Soop
EPISODE 1. "If there's cameras does that mean we have to stop?"
Episode 2. “younger people aren’t as shy nowadays..” M
Episode 3. “should I be jealous?” M F
69) Stay with me
70) mine
71) Who do you belong to?
72) Unlike You
73) The Conqueror
74) pour up 💜
⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung
75) Brother Knows Best Pt. 1 💜
76) wherever there is you
77) WHITE BUNNY
78) Wishing for you
79) puppy love
80) Only In Books
81) I Love You [f]
82) Cry it out
83) argument with boyfriend jk except his brain is on horny mode
84) distractions
85) morning sun.
86) Lockdown
87) (road)tripping for you
88) Thank you, baby | Pt. 1
89) Not Like You
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Night Train
Well...my horny mind went crazy again, this is the result. It somehow got a little out of hand and didn't even turn out as smutty as expected, it's more erotic than sexy I'd say, but I hope you still enjoy it. If so, be so kind to leave a comment/reblog/like 💜
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x ofc (May Livingston)
Words: ~ 3.3 k
Summary: A ride on the night train leads to an unexpected encounter and to quite a few new experiences
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, fingering, virgin ofc, indecent behavior, half public sexual interactions
Unbeta'ed. English isn't my mother tongue and I'm not used to writing in the language of the late 19th century but I tried my very best. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.
Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. The poems are taken from "The Songs Of Bilitis" by Pierre Louÿs.
Wanna read my other stuff? Check my masterlist!
And now, get on board and enjoy the ride.
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When she saw him for the first time, he was walking past her compartment with big, confident strides, darting a glance through the glass pane of the door that separated her cosy retreat from the busy aisle, meeting her eyes for a brief moment.
I should have closed the curtains, she thought with a sigh, leaning back in her comfy seat with closed eyes. She was on her way to Dartmoor to visit her aunt and although she wasn't so extravagant to book a bed in the sleeper, she still had spent a good amount of money on a ticket for a private compartment. Four seats for her all alone, a small space that granted her privacy and spared her the dubious pleasure to be accompanied by complete strangers. It was going to be a long ride through the night and she intended on spending it in peaceful silence with some of the scones her mother had given her for the journey and her beloved books. It was probably the last opportunity to have some time to herself before her aunt showed her off at any social event to finally find her a husband.
The noise of the compartment door that was shoved open with a grinding sound startled her. She opened her eyes just to see the gentleman, who had glanced inside only a few minutes ago. He looked at her with a frown, cocking his head.
"Excuse me, Miss, but this is my compartment."
He closed the door behind him, shutting out the rattling noises, looking at her expectantly.
"There must be a misunderstanding, Sir. I booked this compartment," she said as calmly as possible. He was intimidating. A gentleman, of course, dressed in an expensive suit that fit him perfectly, his handsome face clean shaven, his chocolate brown, curly hair neatly done, but he was taller than any other man she knew and with shoulders so broad, he could very well have been a blacksmith.
She took her ticket from her purse and showed it to him. "See? No. 17, booked under my name."
The man took the paper from her gloved hands, studying it carefully.
"Well, you're right. Private compartment No. 17, Miss May Livingston…"
He rubbed his chin, obviously confused, looking back and forth between her ticket and his.
"I knew the ticket clerk was drunk…," he murmured softly before turning to her again. "I think they sold the same ticket twice, so unfortunately we're stuck with each other for tonight. I checked the other compartments, they are all occupied."
She stared at him, flabbergasted.
"But I booked a private compartment. Just for myself…"
It was a weak attempt to make an objection and a futile one, given the fact that the strange gentleman was already packing away his suitcase in the luggage rack. He plopped down in the seat opposite of her with a smile. "So did I, Miss Livingston. I think we don't have much of a choice, unless you expect me to spend the night on the floor of the aisle."
"Of course not," she answered sheepishly, "there should be enough space for the two of us."
Returning his smile she took a closer look at him while he raked out a newspaper from the holdall he had placed on the seat next to him. His appearance was very elegant and classy, his way of dressing traditional and with a certain finesse but what really caught her eye was his face. He was beautiful, way too beautiful for a man. His ocean blue eyes dominated his gorgeous face with the sharp jawline, the pretty nose, the chiselled features and the chin dimple. He was by far the most attractive man that had ever crossed her way. Not that she knew many men. She lived with her parents in the middle of nowhere and all men in her life were either relatives or servants, so her experience with the other sex was quite limited, but she had seen enough men to know that this was an extraordinary specimen.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes, by the way," he said, giving her a nod and a smile that made her blush.
"May Livingston," she replied shyly, although he already knew her name.
It was obvious that his presence made her a little nervous and Sherlock's cocky self was really flattered.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Livingston. I'm sure we'll get along very well."
He gave her another polite nod before he pretended to bury himself in the newspaper.
She leaned back and closed her eyes which gave him the opportunity to take a closer look at her over the edge of The Times.
She was a pretty thing. Beautiful in a very traditional way, her skin milk white with freckles that covered her cute, little nose and her rosy cheeks, her hair was strawberry blonde, sleek and shiny.
She had a slender figure that was hidden under a chic white bustle dress with tiny purple petals printed all over it and a beautiful, long neck that was screaming for sensual kisses.
Her delicate, feminine appearance reminded him of a flower. A beautiful white rose in full bloom, yet untouched but waiting to be picked, petals ready to experience the soft touch of a strong hand, her calyx exuding a sweet, seductive scent that was produced for one purpose only, to attract. He felt the rush of a well known, tickling sensation running through his body and he cleared his throat that suddenly felt tight. What he was thinking about was completely out of the question. Not like this. Not with an innocent, virtuous angel like her, who knew nothing about the indecent things that were crossing his mind. He shifted in his seat, turning over a page although he hadn't read a single word of the editorial yet.
The rustling noise made her open her eyes and look at him again. Sherlock gave her an apologetic smile.
"Excuse me, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep."
"I didn't sleep," May sighed, "I'm not even tired. Maybe it's a good idea to read something." She nodded at his newspaper and he started to fumble with it, offering her the culture pages although he usually couldn't stand it if someone read his papers before him. He wanted them neat and unused but he was willing to make an exception for her.
"Thanks, but I prefer books, Mr. Holmes."
She got up with a smile and tugged at the moss green traveling bag above her head that was richly decorated with the finest, colourful embroidery. It seemed to be stuck, though, because she kept on tugging but it wouldn't move.
"Let me help," Sherlock offered generously. He stood up and joined her with wavering steps because the train was rattling along at full speed now. Before he was able to do anything at all, May pulled with so much force that the bag fell down from the rack right on the floor where it burst open, spitting out at least 10 different books.
May blushed furiously. She squatted down hastily to put the books back into the bag and Sherlock did the same to be of help instead of just staring at the mess.
He took one of the books and a mischievous grin spread over his face.
"Golly, what do we have here?" he smirked and May squirmed with shame when she realized that of all the books he had picked the one he wasn't supposed to see. The one that was her favorite although it shouldn't be, although it was more than indecent, although it was in fact even more than scandalous.
"Les Chansons de Bilitis...The Songs of Bilitis. A collection of erotic poems as far as I know, interesting choice."
Of course he knows the book, May thought, rolling her eyes internally. She was still red as a tomato and he was still grinning but there was something else in his eyes. A hint of respect, of surprise. He seemed to be impressed. Was that even possible? A man who didn't feel shocked and offended by a smart woman who read a book like this?
She got up and straightened her back, jutting her chin defiantly.
"It is very interesting, indeed," she said as confident as possible, reaching out for the book. "Would you give it back to me now, please?"
"Not yet."
He plopped down in the seat beside hers and patted on the dark blue upholstery, indicating to her to sit down. May hesitated, unsure where this was going and a little excited, too. She sat down turning to him, feigning annoyance when in fact she was very curious what he was up to.
"I've wanted to read this for ages but I never found a copy in London," he explained, going through the pages.
"I found mine in Paris."
"And you like it?" Sherlock cocked his head, studying her expression carefully, looking her in the eyes. May realized with amazement that he was really interested in her opinion.
"I do," she said softly. "I don't pretend to understand everything because -of course- the desires of the flesh are nothing I've experienced yet, but I still love the poems, the language of love Louÿs uses, it's so powerful and exciting..."
She lowered her eyes, ashamed that her cheeks were heating up again.
"The desires of the flesh...," Sherlock repeated, his voice low, his eyes on her face.
She gave him an irritated look, wondering if he was making fun of her but his expression was serious.
"Well, Miss Livingston, it doesn't hurt to learn about something in theory before you put it into practice."
He smiled at her and a cheeky glimmer sparkled in his eyes.
"And then you have to be foolhardy enough to make a bold move and try what you've learned. On the living object so to speak."
He gave her a wink and May froze. This conversation had been completely inappropriate from the very beginning, and now it was getting frivolous, scandalous and oh so arousing. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably unsure how to react.
Sherlock turned to the book with fiendish joy, fully aware that she was in distress. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to be a damsel, who needed saving or a courtesan, who needed pleasure. She was lucky he was going to help her with her decision.
"Would you mind if I read some of the poems? Aloud?" Mr. Holmes asked innocently.
"Of course. I'd like that," May heard herself answer. Heavens, what am I doing? What for god's sake has gotten into me? She thought, desperately seeking for a rational answer to her unacceptable and irrational behavior. But there was no logical explanation, she just wanted this. She wanted to hear all the erotic, sultry words tumble from his sensual lips right into her ears.
Sherlock got up and closed the curtains with a smirk before locking the door. She gasped in shock, staring at him, equally appalled and amazed by his audacity. This gentleman was imprudent, shameless, immoral, how was she still so attracted to him?
He returned to his seat, took the book and started to read. To her big surprise he translated the poems from French into English with consummate ease while reciting them. He had chosen "Her friend, married" and read it in a low, calm voice. She liked the poem very much, it reminded her of the time when she was still a young girl, eager to find a husband, not the 28 year old spinster, who didn't need a man in her life, she was now.
"Our mothers carried us together, and tonight Melissa, my dearest friend, was married. The roses still are lying on the road; the torches still are flaming, flaming."
May zoned out a bit, hypnotized by his pleasant voice, but when he reached the final stanza, she couldn't help but look at him.
"Just as Melissa now, I shall disrobe myself before a man and taste of love by night, and later still small babes will feed upon my swollen breasts."
His eyes were on her now, his gaze caressing her flushed face. He gave her a small smile but he didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She knew what he was thinking and for sure he looked right through her, reading the dirty thoughts her brain just wouldn't stop producing.
Sherlock kept on reading. He chose the poems strategically, increasing the tension with each one on purpose. He loved seeing her squirming in her seat, shame, arousal, curiousity and terror mixed in her beautiful eyes. He wanted to pick this delicate flower tonight but first he had to bend the stem, to create a crack, a breaking point.
"Desire," he read, looking at her, spreading his thighs to make contact with hers. She let it happen.
"She stood against me, amorous and willing. Little by little my knee rose between her warm thighs, which spread as though receptive to a lover.
My wandering hand upon her gown sought her secret body, which alternately swayed in undulation, or arching, stiffened with tremblings of the skin."
May started to shiver when she felt his big hand on her thigh. It rested surprisingly light on the soft fabric of her dress. She knew she should get up with a jolt, screaming blue murder, but she did nothing like that. She remained still, granting him permission with a beating heart and a pleasant, unknown, throbbing feeling between her legs.
Sherlock chose the next poem wisely. It was called "The Kiss" and Sherlock knew it by heart, like he knew the whole book by heart. He'd read it when he visited a friend in Paris some time ago and he never forgot anything he read just once. So he started to recite it word by word without even looking at the pages. His gaze was fixed on May's face, jumping back and forth between her eyes and her lips.
"I shall kiss from end to end the long black wings spreading from your neck, oh, gentle bird, captive dove whose heart throbs wild beneath my hand!"
His palm followed his words and wandered from her thigh over the curve of her hip right to the spot above her heart and beneath her breasts, which were rising and falling quickly in her corset to the rhythm of her breath.
"I shall trail my light tongue along your arms and round your neck, and I shall drag the long drawn kiss of my nails along your tender sides."
May watched him with a thrill of excitement as he took her hand and freed it from the glove that was covering the pale skin. He brought her fingertips to his lips and when he kissed them ever so tenderly, she bit her lip to hold back the sigh that threatened to escape from her throat. His lips felt incredibly good on her skin, setting it on fire with ease, but when he let go of her hand and started to kiss her neck instead, she was close to fainting. She gave up her resistance and all virtue, allowing herself to release a soft moan that encouraged him to go on. He sucked gently on the sensitive flesh, his soft tongue drawing circles on her skin before his lips showered her with sensual kisses. She whimpered when he eventually pulled away to finish the poem.
"I shall take your mouth into my mouth as the child takes its mother's breast. Tremble! for the kiss sinks deep and should suffice for love."
When he closed the book after the last words, May was the one to lean in. She held his gaze and brought her lips close to his. When he finally kissed her, she closed her eyes and let go, forgetting everything she had been taught about decency, moral standards, chastity and honour. She just wanted to enjoy the sensation, his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, his touch that made her shake with desire. She had been kissed before, hushed, brief pecks, when the chaperone was distracted, but not like this, not with so much passion and for sure not with tongue. She was amazed how good it felt to taste him that way. She had always expected french kissing to be a little gross and sloppy, simply vulgar, but Sherlock showed her that it was nothing like that, it was sensual and intimate and very arousing. His hands were on her breasts now, stroking and kneading them through her dress, turning her from a chaste lady into an unbridled woman.
May's many unrestrained sighs and whimpers, that got louder with every touch, were music to Sherlock's ears. He loved the sound of her little sighs and whimpers and he just couldn't resist going one step further.
May gasped when he reached under the skirt of her dress but she didn't stop him and so he found himself fumbling with her knickers like a clumsy schoolboy before his long, slim fingers made it to the hot wetness between her thighs. He stroked her softly and at first she stiffened under his touch, pressing her legs together instinctively, but when he caressed the little bud that gave women so much pleasure, she opened up again willingly, bucking her hips to welcome him.
Her moaning increased by the second, her breath going fast, his name a whispered hint on her lips. His own arousal became astronomical the more May melted in his arms and under his touch, his erected sex pressing against the rough fabric of his suit. He let out a long hoarse sigh, before he whispered sweet words into her ears. They kissed again and he finally dared to penetrate her slowly with one finger.
"Mr. Holmes!" May shrieked with fright, looking at him with big eyes. She grabbed his hand but instead of pulling it away she just covered it with hers. "Sherlock...what about my... virginity?" she whispered, averting her eyes from his, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"Don't worry, dear, I won't rob it unless you ask me to. My fingers won't do any harm." He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, waiting patiently for her to decide what to do. When she finally lifted her head and gave him a nod, he went on, giving her the greatest pleasure she'd ever experienced.
When Sherlock felt her hand in his crotch, it was his turn to gasp. May caressed him through his trousers, shy and hesitant at first, but when she realized what it did to him, she became more and more confident, massaging his dick with firm strokes. She only stopped when her orgasm eventually swept her away, like a gigantic wave, a force of nature that unleashed an incomparable feeling of pleasure and satisfaction. She came with a deep moan that sounded almost feral, savouring every second, till it was over and she fell apart in his arms.
Sherlock held her close for a few minutes, cradling her gently. She looked at him after a while, her eyes full of tenderness.
"I've never felt so good in all my life," she said with a sweet smile he returned.
"I'm glad to hear that, my little flower."
"What about you?" She touched the bulge in his trousers carefully. "That's not how it's supposed to be, I guess."
"No, it's not," he grinned.
"So what can we do about it?"
May's curiosity was as sweet as it was sexy.
"Well, we could go to my sleeper compartment and I'll show you," Sherlock smirked.
"Your sleeper compartment?" She stared at him flabbergasted. "You said this was your compartment."
"A little white lie, darling. When I saw you on my way to the sleeper I knew I had to get to know you. To meet you, my future wife."
May laughed out loud. "You're future wife? You must be crazy."
"Crazy about you, May Livingston. I knew it from the moment I saw you sitting at the train station, buried in a book with a sweet smile on your pretty face. You might call it crazy, I call it chemistry."
"I don't call it crazy," she corrected him, "I call it magic...a wonder. And now take me to bed for an early wedding night and further explanations, Mr. Holmes."
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