I write emotionally intimate stories - even in smut. Love is one of my favourite things
I may write about some taboo topics or kinks, please block me if you aren’t interested in them - these include pet play, omorashi/piss and somnophilia.
so. I really. hate tiktok, this is all ficton and if any death threats or arguments in my dms or inbox are sent to me it will be an auto delete and auto block.
Me and @astrophxge have both received horrific messages in the past over FICTIONAL KINKS WITH CONSENTING ADULTS.
This is OUTRAGEOUS. You guys have no sense of fandom and fanfic etiquette and i am heavily disappointed in the newer fanbase.
WHAT JUDE SAID!! The tiktok in this post is what got me said horrific messages before I asked op to please stop naming my fics and people are sharing POSTS in the comments too??? Please guys it’s common sense that we don’t do anything to get people harassed. It’s not 2020, stop acting like it.
Happy 21st birthday to my pookie baby shnookums toaster oven rose toy gardener Rowan / @mrs-calhoun 🤎 I luh you so much! Mwah mwah 😽
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! - F! Reader, pet play, forced intox, dubious consent kinda, blowjobs.
“Mouth open, pup,” Noah’s voice is so soft, even as he tugs on your collar to make you look at him. “Treat time.”
You open your mouth obediently, eyes fixed on his own lips as they curl into a pleased smirk.
“Good girl,” he plucks a treat from the little box beside him, placing it onto your tongue gently. “Stay.”
You shift your weight, mouth watering slightly, but not making any moves to close it.
“That’s it,” he coos. “Eat your treat, pretty.”
You chew with a pleased hum, a subtle strawberry flavour spreading across your tongue mixed with something else you can’t quite place. It’s almost earthy, barely there.
He cups your cheek affectionately, and you turn your head to nuzzle against his open palm. His hands smell of pine, plain soap and the inescapable tang of sweat.
He doesn’t flinch when he feels your tongue against his skin, shaking his head in amusement. “Silly girl. My hands can’t possibly taste better than your treat.”
You hum again in response, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent deeply. A torturous sight for a man so easily undone by you, trying hard to maintain the control you’ve handed over to him.
It is through sheer audacious willpower that he manages to overcome the urges to take you then and there, allowing you to curl up by his feet instead. He wants you to feel the effects of the treat before he is to do anything.
His cock twitches in his pants when you whine softly, your eyes finding him in confusion as you begin to feel hazy.
“What…?” You murmur, sitting up again.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, hand coming to cup your cheek again, thumb brushing over your spit-slicked bottom lip.
The confusion on your face should not be so beautiful, the way your brows furrow and your lips pucker softly. Nobody’s army could drag him away from you now, not when you’re so pliant and trusting.
You focus on the bulge in his pants like a bloodhound would zero in on a scent.
“That wasn’t a normal treat, was it.” It’s not a question. You know, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when your head is fuzzy and all you can see is the outline of his cock through a fabric barrier.
“No, baby,” he lifts your chin up with the tip of his finger, leaning down to give you the ghost of a kiss that leaves you chasing for more when he pulls back.
Subconsciously, you know you should be more upset that he’s forced an edible into you, and a strong one considering the way your world is quickly narrowing down into you and him, everything else washing away in a heady wave of warmth.
“S’ beautiful like this,” he breathes. His free hand trails down to fiddle with his belt and zipper. “Want another treat? No surprises this time, pup.”
You nod and scramble to settle properly between his legs, clumsy, eager.
“Oh, so desperate to taste me, hm?”
You paw at his thighs in response, silently begging him to take the damn pants off. He chuckles and obliges, shimmying them down his legs along with his boxers until his cock springs out, hard and flushed.
You waste no time in leaning forward and taking the leaking tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to clean up the slightly bitter liquid already coating your tastebuds.
He groans, one hand fisting into your hair immediately. “Fuuck, just like that. Good girl.”
You take him deeper, gagging as the thick head hits the back of your throat but not stopping. You’re determined to take it, always eager to please him.
His head tips back against the couch cushions, eyes screwing shut in bliss. “Keep going, that’s it, fuck-”
Humming around his length, you jerk off what you can’t fit in your mouth, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth.
He lets out another choked moan that turns into a hiss of overwhelmed pleasure, his cock twitching against your tongue.
“Shit, pup… g’na cum, keep going.”
It only takes a few more moments of your mouth on him before he’s spilling down your throat in hot, thick ropes that drip down your chin and paint your chest a pearly white.
You only let him go when you feel him softening in your mouth, twitching through the aftershocks. He stares down at you, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips.
“Was that nice, beautiful?” He rasps, watching the way you wipe your mouth.
“Mhmm,” you lean your cheek against his thigh. “My favourite.”
“Oh, puppy,” he chuckles. “I know.”
You sigh sleepily, licking your lips. You can feel yourself drifting off to somewhere even further as you stare up at him adoringly.
“Now, want me to take care of you?” He murmurs:
You don’t remember what you said. You don’t think it matters, because you’re in for a long night either way.
This is a little thing I wrote for the lovely @xoxotiffanysheree over on Discord! Decided to queue it up to post here while I’m away :)
No warnings, just a short little Ryland Cuddles thing.
The front door clicks shut behind you, louder than usual to your already overwhelmed senses.
Work sucked- it always does, but today was especially hard. One thing after another, piled onto your shoulders even if it wasn’t your burden to bear. Exhaustion weighs on you heavily with each step toward the kitchen, where you can hear Ryland pottering about.
He looks up, face lighting up when you enter the room. It quickly turns into a frown when he sees your own expression.
“Hey, hon,” he murmurs. “Hard day?”
“Mhm,” you nod. Tears prick at your eyes, the same ones that have been threatening to spill since your lunch break. “I-“
“Hey, shhh,” he steps forward and gathers you into his arms, one large hand coming up to rest on the back of your head and press your face into his chest. “I got you. Let it all out.”
The dam breaks and you cry into his shirt, tears soaking the fabric quickly. When your knees buckle, he scoops you up and carries you through to the living room.
“Oh, baby,” he kisses the top of your head, sitting down with you curled up on his lap. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a bad day.”
When the tears finally subside into sniffles and tiny, hiccupy sobs, you pull back to look him in the eyes.
“There’s my pretty baby,” he smiles softly, wiping some tears away. “Better?”
You nod weakly, leaning into the sensation of his warm hand against your cheek. It’s comforting, grounding in a way you so desperately need.
“Wanna stay like this?” He cups your face properly, not needing words to know what you need.
“Yes please,” you croak, wincing at how rough you sound. “This is nice.”
“Okay,” he smiles. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you lean back into his chest. “Thank you.”
Ohhh pwincessss, I’ll be inactive for the week while I’m away in Italyyyy 😛😛 but I have a couple things drafted and I’ll try to write more on the train to the airport
@mrs-calhoun has made a request and I love her dearly and she’s been good so I’m going to fulfil it. Hi.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT- F! Reader. Pet play, varying degrees of punishment, slapping, spanking, deepthroating, degradation.
Ryland: I think it depends on how bratty you’ve been. If you’ve been good but just let a swear slip out, it’s “language, pup.” In a firm but gentle voice, accompanied by a short tug on your leash.
If you’ve been an absolute brat, oh you’re in for it. Say “fuck” one time and he’s pulling you over his lap, pulling your jeans down and spanking your ass until you’re crying. He’ll make you count, too.
“Bad girl. What did I say about swearing, hm? Pups don’t swear.” As his hand cracks across your ass.
Driver: I see him as the type to make sure you definitely won’t do that again. He’ll give you a look, eyebrow slightly quirked, and say “and you were being so good for me.” Before edging you for hours. He’ll only let you cum when you promise that you’ve learned your lesson, legs shaking and tears streaming down your face.
Lars: He’s probably the softest of the bunch. “Language, sweetheart.” With a little frown. He’ll sit you in his lap and kiss you breathless until you’re desperate, then he’ll deny you for the night. “I’m sorry, but you have to learn your lesson.”
Noah: He’d sigh deeply and shake his head. “That mouth of yours, darlin…” before kissing you to wash your mouth out. He’d tug your collar gently to keep you close, his other hand on your hip. Then he’d fuck you deep and slow, keeping you on the edge and murmuring “good girls don’t talk like that.”
Holland: depends on how drunk he is! It’s either a look and a tsk or a “the fuck did you just say?” before he has you choking on his cock, his belt attached to your collar as a makeshift leash. “Dirty mouthed brat,” he’ll mutter, forcing the tip down your throat until you gag, drool dripping down your chin.
Luke: another “it depends” but… I’m gonna give you this. One slip up and his hand is gripping your chin, making you look him in the eyes. He’ll lean in close and growl “that mouth has better fucking uses” before forcing you down onto your knees, one hand fisting into your hair to keep you still as he feeds his cock past your lips. He’ll use you as he pleases until tears are running down your cheeks then pull out to cum on your face. “Will you do that again? No? That’s what I thought.”
Colt: He’d stop and tilt his head at you, quirking an eyebrow. “You wanna repeat that, pretty?” and when you shake your head he’ll chuckle. “Cute.”
He’ll make you suck him off, thrusting lightly. “That’s it, use that pretty mouth right. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck you.”
Once he’s satisfied, he’ll fuck you in doggy with a strong grip on your collar to tug you back whenever he wants and catch your lips in a hungry kiss. He can playful too but sometimes you just push his buttons a little too much…
Ok I’m about to go to bed but I need you guys to yell at me to LOCK THE FUCK IN please it’s June 11th and I leave for a week long trip on June 14th. I have nothing queued. I need to write. So. Also look at my nails
Driver/Luke with reader who has a sensitive spot on the nape where they're just cutely rubbing readers neck and they press their thumb into the spot and reader lets out an uncontrollable noise and a full body tremble and driver or luke are like, Oh yeah? Really?
oh yes!! i can see this for both of them so well😵💫
going with Luke because I've had a bit of a Luke brainworm lately😣
He's truly just trying to fuck with you. Lazily massaging your neck on the couch, he gets an idea, causing a smirk to appear on his face. One of his hands strays away from the intended area and he presses down with his thumb. A soft moan escapes your lips at the pressure and chills are sent like electricity all throughout your body. You go still for a second before trying to act like nothing happened but of course Luke's not having that. "Uh uh, what was that?" Leaning forward, pulling you back towards his chest, trying to get a good look at your face. You move your head to the side in a poor attempt to hide. He quickly takes hold of your chin with his other hand, making you look back up at him. Your eyes meet his, he's just smirking at you, relishing in this new discovery. He does it again, and he relishes in your reaction. Without a second thought he takes your throat in his hand firmly and pulls you into a messy kiss. With teeth clashing, and tongues fighting for dominance, he repositions the two of you, pushing you back onto the couch before climbing on top of you, lips never breaking apart. “You’re gonna be making those sweet noises for me all night.”
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HI GUYS... im so sorry i have been MIA for a while, was really preoccupied with the new discord server, but then i had some personal things go down but hopefully ill get back in the swing of things in no time. i hope this little thing is enough to hold yall over until i can post something!🤍🤍
OKAY FIRST EVER PIECE OF WRITING FOR HENRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!
The cold, never-ending hammering of rain against the glass over the window and the metal of the fire escape somehow created a warmth and coziness within the apartment as Henry's thrusts echo the fast pace of the rain.
You feel his lips press to the side of your neck, not so much a kiss, more so just resting there, taking you in, like you're his tether to reality. He picks up a hand that was curled into the mattress and holds your cheek, pressing your skin deeper against him whilst he takes a deep inhale, the smell of you and the rain mixing with the pavement filling his senses.
Before you can even get used to the way he’s filling you completely on each thrust, he adjusts your hips and he somehow reaches a deeper part of you, somewhere that makes your legs tremble with pleasure.
‘Mmm, that's good?’ you feel him mumble against your neck.
‘Mm. Mhm, yeah.’ It takes extreme effort to even get that out, the way he feels inside of you muddling your brain into mush.
The only source of light was the amber glow from the street lights sifting through the droplets on the window and painting the scene of the two of you with a golden brush.
His thrusts got harder, faster, as his hand snaked up to grasp the roots of your hair. You can feel how he’s starting to lose control, his hips snapping harshly, now with no rhythm or pattern. He’s practically rutting into you as whines tear from his throat completely unashamed.
‘P-please, please, I just, mm, I need it, please,’ Henry’s babbling words spill out, his desperation to cum triggering your walls to squeeze tight around him. A final push.
You whisper to him to let go and that’s all he needed.
He pulls out almost instantly, his hand barely touching his cock before thick ropes of white paint your stomach. His body becomes jelly-like as he lays down on top of you, the only sounds being the thunder now cracking outside and your shared heavy pants.
Slowly, he pushes his hair back from his forehead and takes another deep breath before placing his lips on yours. The moan you let out into his mouth would be enough to get him hard again if he hadn’t just come moments before.
He gives you another chaste kiss to your lips before trailing more and more down your neck, your chest, your stomach. He takes a pause from his kisses to lick a stripe across you, cleaning you from his cum.
His eyes bore into you throughout his movements; they feel like weights, making sure you don’t roll your eyes back or close them even for a second. He can’t have you missing you watching him where he feels most comfortable.
The heavy fall of rain comes down harsher as he moves further down, right to where you need him most.
‘Please,’ you whine, knowing he was about to give you everything and anything you wanted.
