She comes up with an innovative new way to make their naps more restorative, AND she's willing to do all the work!
CW: Sexually explicit Content, Pegging
tags: Gentle femdom, pegging, sleepy sex, cozy intimacy, prone bone
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She hums into his lips, melted atop him like a popsicle on the pavement in the summer heat. Xavier's arms wrap around her softly, worming beneath the thick folds of her sweatshirt and tickling against her warm skin.
She leans her head back to admire him, the sleepy blush of their afternoon nap staining his cheeks and making his gaze fond and bleary. Gentle fingers push his bangs away from his face and she pecks a teasing kiss onto the center of his forehead. Xavier pouts softly, nudging his chin up and hinting where he would prefer the next kiss to be.
She chuckles, voice low and thick from sleep and obliges. He tastes sweet like the egg tarts they had shared before falling into each other's arms on the couch in the afternoon sun.
She groans into his lips, delving into his mouth with her tongue. Assertive, she claims his lips, and he's in no mood to fight her. She can feel his smile and the way his large hands firmly hold her closer to his body.
She kisses down his chin, pecking kisses against his jaw and settling beneath his ear. Her nose brushes against his hair and the scent of him invades her senses, making her sigh in contentment and nuzzle further into the crook of his neck.
Mischievous hands furrow beneath his clothes, catching on each of his abs as they tease and tickle him beneath her.
He makes a weak noise of protest, patting her softly on the ass and making her jerk. She pulls away, looking sidelong at Xavier whose face is the picture of cherubic innocence. She scowls at him, playfully nipping at his ear in response.
"Too feisty: it's sleepy cuddle time, not spicy cuddle time," he mumbles, hands flattening against her back in an attempt to pull her back against his chest and go back to sleep.
She squirms, wriggling out beneath his arms and losing her hoodie to his embrace in the process, like a snake shedding its skin. Xavier peeks through a slit in his eyes with a pout before grumbling and turning over. He clutches her hoodie to his nose: it was originally his, but it's her favourite to steal whenever she's in his apartment and so it's saturated with the scent of her shampoo.
She flops off the couch, getting her slightly numb feet beneath her and stands. She watches him turn all the way over until he's face-first in the cushions with his nose buried in the hood of her hoodie. Her eyes take in his inviting posture and glint with devious hunger.
Xavier pretends to ignore the rustling and the excited patter of footsteps that move from the bathroom to the bedroom, back to the bathroom, and landing at the base of the couch. Anticipation rumbles in his stomach; he knew the trap he laid was too enticing for her to pass up.
He feels the weight of her at the bottom of the couch, knees straddling his calves. She looks up the length of his body laid out before her, admiring his pert ass through his grey sweatpants. Her hands slide up the back of his thighs, squeezing his butt cheeks and making him jolt.
Xavier props himself up on his elbows and looks over his shoulder, a perfect pout forming on his lips as he looks up at her. This time, it's her turn to be the picture of innocence. Her loose t-shirt falls from her shoulder, another count of larceny, and is tied at the waist to cinch it in and accentuate the black straps of the harness on her hips. Below sits the bobbing tip of the silicone dildo.
His eyes draw up to hers, "I thought I said it wasn't spicy cuddle time." The words aren't particularly annoyed, or even filled with any protest. He's challenging her and trying to claim plausible deniability.
"Not to worry," she coos as her fingers hook under the waistband of his pants. "I'll do all the work and then we'll both be nice and tired for our second round of napping."
A smile tugs at the corner of Xavier's lips as he repositions to brace himself properly on his elbow, knees beneath him to kneel. "My partner is always full of such great ideas."
A thrill flushes through her as she watches his eager participation. Her hands flutter over him as she scoots up the couch to move her hips closer. She sidles up to him and the length of the dildo slots between his ass cheeks. The swirls of galaxy coloured silicone glint with star glitter in the light as she slides the toy back and forth.
She reaches over and squirts a generous portion of lube on her hand, snapping the cap closed with a click. She pumps the length of the dildo with lube, coating it. The wet sound is punctuated with shuddering, anticipatory gasps from Xavier; it makes her mouth water.
Using her other hand, her thumb slides into his crack and pulls it aside to expose his hole. She rims it with the remaining lube before sliding one finger in to coat his inner walls. Xavier makes a soft grunt, the ring of muscle tensing around the cold intrusion before relaxing.
Arousal pools in her stomach. Like an overfull bowl, it threatens to spill over the edge. She slides her hips forward, lining up the tip and resting it there for a moment. Xavier pushes back, relaxing his muscles and letting the dildo enter him.
They both pause for a moment before she pushes forward, slowly and steadily, letting him get accustomed to the girth of the toy until she's finally seated to the hilt. The buckles of her harness press against his glutes as she pauses.
Xavier wiggles against her and gasps, his fingers clenching against the fabric of the hoodie beneath him. She can feel her own arousal soaking through the harness and she ruts against him to hear him make that noise again.
He does; a soft-voiced breath that shivers over her senses and drives her desire for more. She slides back, withdrawing almost all he way before pushing in slowly and steadily. He rewards her with a high keen as the bulbous tip of the dildo presses against his sensitive inner walls.
She thrusts into him slowly, lovingly, hands grasping at his waist for leverage. Xavier's breaths sing over her senses, rhythmic and desperate and oh-so beautiful.
"Be more -haah- gentle!" He complains, squeezing his eyes shut as his forehead presses into the couch cushion.
She hums in acknowledgement, gently smacking his ass in parting, earning her a yelp in complaint, before she complies. She slows her thrusts, and pulls out of him, raising herself off his lower legs and tapping his thigh. He follows her guidance, lowering himself to lie down completely. She settles with her thighs bracketing his and re-coats the dildo with lube before lowering herself once more.
It takes a few exploratory thrusts, but she lines up with his entrance and presses inside. Xavier lets out a breath of soft relief, the toy filling him as he squeezes around it. She settles atop him. Her weight on his back is comforting in the same way as a heavy blanket in the winter. Her ear presses into the dip of his spine, letting the sound of his heartbeat and the gentle rumble of his moans fill her senses.
She breathes him in and thrusts shallowly, softly humping against his ass and hitting those places inside him that make him gasp and shiver beneath her. She burrows into his back, holding him and purring soft praises into the soft material of his sweater.
Golden light streams in from the window, tinging his ashy hair with warm sunshine. His body bounces back against her as he works himself onto the dildo, wanting to be filled.
She wraps her hands around his waist and slides them down his pelvis. Gentle fingers wrap around his cock and squeeze, tugging on him in time with her languid thrusts. He twitches in her hands, beads of precum bubbling over her fingers. She toys with him, palming softly over the head of his cock as she strokes him.
For a long time, they continue like that; soft strokes, shallow thrusts, and the warm intimacy of their bodies pressed together. When Xavier comes, it's gentle and beautiful: the slow unfurling of a flower bud into bloom.
She presses down on him, hands milking him and hips stilling deep inside, letting him control the level of stimulation. His hitching breaths begin to slow in tempo as he softens in her hands. She slowly pulls out of him and pushes herself up to press butterfly kisses to the nape of his neck. She wipes her hands on her tshirt and holds him to her chest.
Pushing up on one hand, she peers over his shoulder to give him a kiss and finds him already fast asleep. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, pulling up his pants and settling back on top of him. The gentle cadence of his breath lulls her to sleep as well as the sun dips below the horizon, blanketing the room in night.
dividers by @/cafekitsune
A/N
HI! THIS ONE GOES OUT TO @nekamix and some of our other new friends that are all XAVIER fiends and now i am too i guess LMAOOO <3 This was written in full in an hour over lunch on my work laptop. and beta read SO FAST by @hauntedbysmut so sdkandaks
THIS WAS SO FUN AND IM ON A HOT STREAK THIS WEEK I HOPE YALL ENJOY
"I'm sure I don't need to tell you where to go from here, he should be in his office." Yvonne smiles up at her with a knowing warmth in her eyes.
"Ah. Right, of course." She blushes and ducks her head after signing in, picking up the care package she had brought with her to the hospital. She balances the tea latte on top of the pastry box and swivels towards the hallway, making her way to Zayne's door. Tonight wasn't so different than any other evening for the two of them; both working late and managing to miss a planned date. She had called him, abashedly prepared to explain herself and ask for forgiveness when his soft voice had answered with his own apology.
"A patient is being transferred to another hospital, I'm concerned that his charts aren't telling the whole story so I need to go through them with a fine-toothed comb before he arrives for his surgery at Chansia city." Some of the words were muffled and she had imagined Zayne sliding his hand over his mouth to stifle a yawn.
"Oh. To be completely honest-" She had started to come clean herself, before he cut her off.
"You just finished a mission and need to put together the reports." He had guessed, the interruption tinged with hopeful mirth.
"Yeah…" She had sighed. A beat passed between them before she chuckled. "So much for the pop-up patisserie…"
"There will be others, and I admit I feel a little less guilty knowing you're in the same boat as me. They do say misery loves company, but I can't consider myself miserable if you're my company."
Her cheeks heat slightly as she recalls the exchange. It had fuelled her through her report writing and kept her warm as she had travelled home, taking a new side street and enjoying the crisp spring air at night. That was where she had found it: a second location for the very pop-up that they had planned on visiting. This one was out of the way, much less busy, and most importantly: open 24h a day.
She could barely believe her eyes as she stepped in, greeted by the scent of fresh cream and butter. She had gleefully picked out an assortment of seasonal novelty pastries and two drinks while formulating her surprise.
Now she approaches his door, anticipating his soft smile as he takes a bite, imagining the way that the fatigue will melt from his face as he enjoys the pastries with her. Her wrist raises to rap on the door, movements buoyed with the soft joy of sharing her love in a small tangible way.
There's no answer.
Her brows furrow and she knocks once more, a little more assertively.
No answer.
She's sure that Yvonne had said he was in here. In any case, she was a familiar sight and if no one was answering that also meant there weren't any coworkers or patients in the office. She opens the door softly, peering in for traces of her Zayne.
The lights are set low, but lamp on the desk is on. It casts soft warm light over Zayne's sleeping figure. His head rests on his forearms, and his back rises slowly and steadily with his breaths. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows and his coat is slung over the back of the chair. Her gut twists a little to see him overworked, but a tender fondness also sits in her heart knowing he wouldn't have it any other way.
She approaches the desk with soft footsteps, trying to sneak in and leave him the snacks as a surprise gift for when he wakes up. She's so focused on her own feet that she doesn't notice a bleary hazel eye peering out from beneath his dark hair, tracking her progress to the desk.
She steps gingerly, placing the box and cup in front of Zayne on the desk. Her lips purse as she picks up and moves the cup a couple times, trying to decide where the safest location is in case Zayne moves in his sleep. A soft scoff comes from the desk and she jumps, nearly spilling the tea.
Zayne turns his head; still lying on his forearm, but his face is now nestled into the crook of his elbow so she can see the slight smirk on his lips as he looks up at her with drowsy eyes.
"Am I having a dream? The pastry fairy that my mind has conjured looks an awful lot like my beautiful sweetheart." His voice is thick with sleep. He licks his lips as he looks pointedly at the box of pastries, then back to her.
"Do you want me to wake you up by spilling hot - well, warm - tea all over you?" She chastises him and rolls her eyes before plopping down into the seat opposite his desk. She takes a sip of his drink out of spite as he stretches his neck and straightens back up to sitting. His hand reaches out and she hands him the drink, watching him smile as he takes a sip. He closes his eyes in appreciation, and nods at her.
"It's delicious." He holds it up to look at the cup-sleeve, eyebrows bouncing in surprise as he recognizes the logo for the pop-up. He looks at her questioningly while taking another sip.
A triumphant smile washes over her features, "I found a second location!"
She nods towards the pastry box, emblazoned with the same logo, "But I didn't want to eat them alone. I thought you could use a pick-me-up."
"It's not good to make your glucose spike so late at night," he teases, placing the cup back down on his desk. It's almost empty already; despite his medical advice, he couldn't resist a sweet treat. Zayne stands, walking around the desk to lean over her back, nuzzling against her neck as he whispers, "Besides: seeing you is the only pick-me-up I need."
A shiver runs up her spine as his warm breath heats her skin. Her head tilts slightly to give him better access as he presses a gentle kiss to her neck, hands sliding over her shoulders. Her breaths shudder out of her. Zayne takes it as encouragement, fingers sliding beneath her arms to pull her up to standing. His lips never leave her skin, kissing and gently sucking against her pulse as he manoeuvres her to stand. Zayne's hips press against her, guiding her to lean forward against the desk.
She follows his wordless instructions, stretching onto her tiptoes and turning her head to kiss him. Zayne's hands roam her body as he devours his lips; taking her into himself hungrily. She tastes the remnants of sleep on his tongue as it delves into her mouth, claiming her assertively. Zayne gasps for air between kisses, as if he was drowning in her and he forgets how to breathe. His movements are languid and soft but with an undercurrent of desperation. Large hands cup her breasts, sliding down to her waist to raise the hem of her shirt up and over her head.
Zayne's cool fingers trace reverent patterns over her back as they make their way to the clasp on her bra. She shoots a furtive look to the door, suddenly realizing how exposed she is and trying to remember if she had locked the door on her way in.
The bra comes undone and slides off her shoulder with a soft rustle in the quiet room. Zayne's hands trace over her skin, one hand wrapping around to gently circle her nipple with his finger. Her toes flex in her shoes at the sensation and she bites back a gasp.
"Zayne we shouldn't, not when Yvonne is-!" She has to bite down on her lip to hold in the whimper that bubbles from her throat as he pinches her nipple.
"Shh…" He hushes her, kissing below her ear before whispering, "If that's the case we'll need to be very quiet, won't we?"
She arches back against him, grinding against the growing hardness in his pants. He holds onto her, fingers sliding down her sides and slipping beneath her skirt. He hikes the fabric up around her waist and slips one hand into the front of her panties. Cool fingertips find her clit and trace back and forth over the sensitive nub while he grinds his bulge against her ass, pinning her against the desk.
Her fingers grasp for purchase on the desk, catching on scribbled notes and crumpling them against her palm. She squeezes her eyes closed, mouth set in a tight line to stop from crying out. She dwells on the sensations across her body: the firm desk below her, soft lips on her shoulder and neck, cool breaths down her back, firm fingers squeezing her hip as he holds her in place, precise fingers stroking with intention between her thighs, and the hardness of Zayne's own desire pressed against her from behind where it patiently twitches through his pants.
Her knees wobble, thighs clenching closed around Zayne's wrist and making her lean more weight against her hands where they brace against the desk. A shuddering breath carries a soft moan as she tries to catch herself. Zayne's hand moves up the front of her body from her waist, his other fingers delving deeper between her pussy lips. He grasps her chin and turns her head up towards his face, silencing her with a hungry kiss.
"Quiet." The soft command is breathy but firm. Her eyes are wide as she nods, barely breathing. She swallows hard against the firm hand that barely grazes her throat. Zayne's eyes are dark and smug as he looks down at her through his lower lashes, lips quirking almost imperceptibly.
"Very good." His voice is low with desire, and she feels it ripple over her senses. She clenches around nothing.
His withdraws his fingers from between her legs slowly, thumb catching on the waistband of her panties and pulling them down and away from her dripping core. The elastic squeezes a tight band against her thighs, and they balloon slightly over the top. He doesn't bother to take them all the way off, instead he unfastens his own pants and lets his cock hit against her ass with a soft smack.
Zayne hunches over her, his large frame encompassing hers as his lips trail kisses down the line of her shoulder. His fingers return to toy with her sensitive bundle of nerves as his hips rut against her. He holds her head still with long fingers, delicately framing the column of her throat.
Her eyelashes flutter and she squeezes her eyes shut, pursing her lips to hold in her groans of pleasure. One escapes, it sounds impossibly loud in the open space of the office; echoing off of books and furniture and back into her own ears somehow amplified. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Zayne tuts softly into her skin as his lips find their way back to her ear. The heat of her flushed skin contrasts so drastically with the chill of his breath; Zayne's excitement allowing control of his EVOL to slip slightly and chill his skin.
"Do I need to give you something to keep you quiet?" The soft offer is punitive but teasing. She shudders, both from the cool air on her hot skin, and from anticipation of his punishment. She swallows hard, feeling his fingers flex softly against her neck. She nods once.
Long fingers slide gently up to cup her chin. Two of them pull down her lower lip and press into her waiting mouth. Her tongue swirls over the digits instinctively and he bucks his hips slightly in response, breath hitching.
Zayne positions himself to slide between her thighs, holding her face with his large hand as she sucks on his fingers. His forehead rests against her shoulder as he draws back and forth; the apex of each gentle thrust pulling the head of his cock against her swollen clit.
Her fingers dig into the desk for support, squirming to push back against him as he pins her in place. Her lips remain firmly closed around his fingers, muffling her soft moans of pleasure. Zayne mumbles quiet praises into her skin, his own grip tightening to betray his tenuous grasp on his self-control.
He pulls back once more and reaches between them, fingers parting her swollen folds and lining his cock up with her entrance. He shushes her once more for emphasis before pressing into her, ever so slowly.
Her walls quiver around him, anticipating that fullness she so desires. But it doesn't come. Instead, Zayne withdraws; tortuously slowly until just the tip remains teasing at her entrance. She stifles a sob, chest heaving once in frustration. Zayne shushes her again, letting her clench and twitch at the absence of him before pushing back into her; once more it is tortuously slow.
She feels every inch as he fills her, pleasurable tingles racing up her spine. This time Zayne pushes about halfway before withdrawing; the drag of him along her desperate inner walls makes her eyes water slightly and she tries to push back against him to prevent the inevitable. His grip tightens, a silent threat.
Outside, footsteps pass by the door. Low murmurs of voices season their conversation with unintelligible medical jargon as they make their way back from surgery. She holds her breath, freezing. Her heart hammers in her ears and she can swear they'll hear it from the hallway and come in to investigate why Doctor Zayne is inducing cardiac stress in his patients.
They don't, and the voices fade with the footsteps leaving her in the heavy silence of their syncopated breaths. She doesn't even realizes how tense she is until Zayne moves her head back to face him, saliva coated fingers sliding out from between her lips as he ghosts a kiss over her lips before replacing them.
The breath she was holding deflates in her chest as she relaxes, letting him resume his agonizing movements; pushing slightly further each time only to withdraw. Her walls tense and clench around him, aching for sensation. Finally she feels his hips press flush against her ass and lets out a full body sigh of relief. Zayne's lips hover beneath her chin and kiss her softly in praise.
After all this, she's wound so tightly that when Zayne finally thrusts into her properly she all but comes undone around him; legs quivering, eyes squeezing, teeth gently biting down on his stifling fingers. He holds her upright, slowly continuing to fuck her with long, deep strokes.
Her hands cramp, gripping the edge of the desk as her orgasm crests, steadily building into the next. After so much agonizing teasing, the pleasure thrills through her; melting her coherent thoughts into mush as she folds over. A rag-doll in his strong arms.
She feels him twitch inside her; his pace becoming uneven but no less punishing. Puffs of cool air crystallize ice shards in her hair as he leans over her. She's merely along for the ride as the head of his cock draws nudges against that sensitive spot inside her, making her spasm around him again.
The overhead fan turns on, and she notices that the thermostat in the room is lit green indicating that the temperature is outside the control parameters. She scoffs around Zayne's fingers; she can't even tell if its blowing hot or cold air over her between her own warm body and Zayne's freezing breath playing games with her senses. Droplets of cold sweat spatter against her bare back as Zayne thrusts into her, harder now. The sound of his hips smacking against her bare ass is drowned out by the din of the air conditioner and he thrusts one final time.
Zayne pulls her against him, scarred arms tightening around her waist and chest. His fingers leave her mouth and his lips find hers; desperate and hungry. He whispers her name against her lips as he comes with a shudder and a gasp. She takes all of it into her; hands no longer supporting her now free to lay atop his and twine her fingers into his.
They come down with heaving breaths and chagrined smiles. She turns to look up at him through her eyelashes; mild embarrassment still colouring her cheeks as the ramifications of their tryst flash through her mind.
Zayne kneels in front of her; pulling over a box of tissues and cleaning her up with soft touches. He presses a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, hazel eyes twinkling from between her legs. He moves closer, another kiss. His hand repositions and begins to lift her thigh.
She's about to protest when they're interrupted by a beep. She freezes, eyes wide with confusion and horror as she looks back down at Zayne. His lips fold into a slight downward pout as he pulls his pager off his belt and checks the message. He sighs in disappointment, the heavy breath pushing cool air over her exposed cunt. She shivers and watches as he stands.
"I suppose I can enjoy eating the rest of my dessert later." Mirth twinkles in his eyes as he reaches past her to snag one of the pastries from the box. He takes a bite and the flaky pastry crunches between his teeth, cream dripping onto his lower lip. He holds eye contact as his tongue slips out and licks the droplet of cream suggestively.
She swats at him and pulls up her underwear, folding her skirt back down her thighs. She lets out a flustered puff of air as Zayne kisses her forehead, letting a few crumbs fall into her hair, and turns back towards to door to answer the pager. She brushes them out of her hair and shakes her head as he opens the unlocked door, pausing momentarily to raise his eyebrow a fraction of an inch. He looks back over his shoulder at her and smirks, letting the door fall closed behind him.
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
A/N
I wrote this as a birthday gift for a friend but i had sO much fun writing it!!!! I was feeling a little crazy for Zayne for a bit there honestly. This got out all my insane cravings :D Thanks for reading!
Hi gorgeousss can i get 1,4,8,16,17,18, 28, 32, 33, and 39? <3
Anything for you, my darling. 😘
1. Compliment your writing!
Of course you picked this one. 😆 I think one of my greatest strengths lies in plot building. I enjoy creating a cohesive picture from beginning to end and adding literary elements like foreshadowing and allusions to future events that may not immediately come into play. I like playing with the world of the characters and finding creative ways to include things that are canon but not necessarily in a canon way. AUs have always been a love of mine, but I also like the slow building of relationships and characters who are relatable and enjoyable to read.
4. Post a screenshot of one of your favorite comments.
For obvious reasons. 🤣🤣🤣
8. Share the last line that you wrote.
16. What is one of your favorite words or phrases to use in writing?
Subconsciously, "suffused" is a favorite to write. I can't tell y'all how many times I've come across it when rereading my own work and have no recollection of actively choosing it. It is at the point where I seek and destroy it every now and again to mix up word usage.
17. What trope is your favorite to write?
I love a friends to lovers/enemies to lovers trope. And fake dating. 🙃
18. What trope have you not written yet but want to?
I haven't written a true enemies to lovers yet, and I would love to. Gonna have to figure out who and how and all of that first though.
28. Which fic is closest to your heart?
Immutable Gravity. That fic took half a year to write, hours of sitting at my keyboard, sometimes crying over how terrible a section looked/read, and is also my greatest joy. I learned a lot about myself as a writer during the whole process, and it forced me to improve in a lot of areas overall. The whole thing was humbling and gratifying in equal measure. It was my first longfic, and the time I spent with my betas, the incredible comments from weekly returning readers, and the payoff of finishing it and feeling like I had accomplished something incredible for myself combined make it my favorite fic (I've written) to date.
32. Which fic would you most like to write a sequel to?
I think Rave Bae would be fun to write a sequel for. I've considered it a multitude of times whenever I remember it.
33. Which of your fic titles is your favorite?
I have to go with Bad Roleplay. I think the title really threw people off, because it is one of my least interacted with fics, but the whole thing is kind of a joke, and that's the part that makes me love it so much.
39. Pick one of your fics and share an image to go with it.
So, the other day, when I was discussing AO3's policy on solicitation, a tumblr user came at me saying that AO3's "no monetization/solicitation" rules were "bullshit" because nexus mods allows fan created mods to get paid.
Look at me.
Look at me right now.
AO3 protects you.
AO3 protects you and your works.
It protects your works from copyright strikes and DCMA takedowns.
It protects your work from advertisers.
It protects your work from overzealous legal challenges.
It protects your right to post adult content.
AO3 is non-profit and AO3 will never try to use you or your work to make a profit for themselves and AO3 will go to bat for you if someone tries to legally challenge you or your works.
As game developers continue to argue about the value of generative AI tools, some genAI inventors are trying to claim for copyright on their
"Thaler's lawyers complain that if the Copyright Office's reign of terror continues unchecked, it 'will have irreversibly and negatively impacted AI development and use in the creative industry during critically important years.'"
TUMBLR'S RECENT UPDATE IS AWFUL AND WE SHOULD COMPLAIN LOUDER AGAINST IT.
Hey so, I thought maybe we should participate in a blackout day to protest against the new tumblr update.
Let's try March 19. So that people have time to see this and plan for it.
Do not log in or use tumblr for 24 on this day.
Reblog this and make a tag chain to maximise visbility—the more people aware of this awful update, the better.
Circle the date on your calendar, or set a reminder on your phone. As a bonus it will be a good break from social media. Spend the day doing things you like—start that book you've been waiting to read, go outside, watch a good movie... just do anything except open tumblr.
I think we should show tumblr that we are not happy with this update in every possible way we can.
File support tickets with feedback (SEE BELOW ON HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK), post about how this update makes you feel, reblog other's posts about this update, offer as detailed and honest feedback as possible to tumblr—WE DO NOT WANT THIS UPDATE!!
Remember that WE are the end consumers.
WE build their platform, WE fill it with posts, WE are the reason they generate revenue, WE are the reason this platform has power, and for these reasons WE should feel satisfied with the service they provide. ESPECIALLY if you pay for tumblr premium, you are entitled to make a complaint about the platform you are PAYING.
I used to like tumblr and I'd like to cling to it, but this update is just horrible. It makes me not want to continue posting at all. It is utterly demotovating as-is with my being mature labelled, but this update is just intolerable. I do not know how I will feel motivated to post at all in the future if this update is not rolled back.
I know I don't have much reach, especially with a label on, but I hope this reaches at least a few people.
Please participate if you care. Please reblog and tag people you know. Send every bit of feedback to tumblr that you possibly can.
I really don't want to see my once favorite site ruined beyond repair. I really want to continue enjoying this site. I have a community of people here which I have built over years, a community which I deeply love and appreciate and cherish interacting with. My blog thrives on being able to see feedback in reblogs on my post. The whole point of posting is that people see it and engage with it. This update is at best nonsensical and at worst, going to shred off many creators from the platform and rip apart any last bits of fun we have using it.
SEE BELOW for more information on the update & how to send a support ticket to give feedback.
HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK THROUGH SUPPORT TICKETS
Go to tumblr support
Select the category "feedback"
Write in formal, polite tone—try not to sound rude, but constructive and earnest about how dissatisfied you feel about the update and its effects
EXAMPLE: I am writing regarding tumblr's recent update. I am not happy with this feature and do not see myself enjoying the platform with this being implemented. Please rollback this update.
IMPORTANT LINKS
Comment your feedback on tumblr's twitter
Here is the original tumblr post stating the update change
This post by @thatlittleegyptologist explains the effects of the update
Dear tumblr please listen to our feedback and rollback this update.
Can everyone who reads this PLEASE reblog it?!?!? Libraries literally saved my life as a child!
Being abused at home, bullied at school and lost in the world, the library and all the books I could escape to the most amazing worlds, kept me alive!
I would walk to the library, and spend all day, from 10 am to 9 pm reading there!! I got special awards for how many books I read, I wrote little blurbs on why i loved the books (probably why I love to BETA and do ARCs)
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE Just hit the green arrows and the reblog!!!
As a 50 year old woman, the library offers me so much. Digital art pads to borrow, 3D printing, book clubs that are face to face (yeah, the introvert likes face to face because a moderator will stomp on anyone getting snarky)
New books in LARGE PRINT! I’m visually challenged and as much as I love my kindle, The feel of a real book in my hands will always be a beloved feeling!
Our library also has quarterly books sales of almost free books!! For 5$USD we get in a day early and can buy as many as we want. Anyone else has to wait and there is a limit for the first 2 days.
Also many, many libraries have inter library loan(it may be called something different). This means if they don’t have the item you want, they can get it for you. This may include photocopy/pdf of articles. This can also include along with books and DVDs, microfilm/fiche which is also a huge resource. Check around for libraries that are listed as depositories if you want to look at government documents.
Remember that many colleges and universities have open stacks for the public. You will likely have to pay a membership fee but you will get to stuff.
The library was one of my favorite places to go as a kid and I still live to go and just. Sit and read. Or do homework. The university I’m at has a massive 8-story one I love to just wonder around in~ Great places
I used to wander about the fiction section in my local library, and choose books with the most interesting titles - I discovered two amazing authors that way
As a writer, I like to visit libraries, and I do not ask to be paid for visiting bookshops or libraries. Writers mostly don’t get paid (very successful ones do appearance fees sometimes) but often writers wish for travel expenses as writers don’t tend to be rich enough to fund travelling about. Publishers tend to send writers to bookshops (if they send us anywhere, also rare!) as people can buy books in the bookshops which makes the publisher money. (Almost never enough for a publisher to break even on a book tour.)
it would be excellent if there were arts funds to send writers around to libraries. I know I would go! I know we all in the book biz are operating on slim margins but also in the knowledge this is important and joyful work.
Speaking of work, I often write in my local library. It’s free and beautiful. Everything else in this thread is more than true!
She's decided that she wants to be a mother, but what she can't decide is who should be the father.
This is a VERY VERY VERY belated birthday gift for my dear beta reader and best friend @hauntedbysmut I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
Pairing: Poly!MC x ALL LIs (At the same time, yeah)
6.8k words
CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Gangbang
Tags: Breeding, Dacryphilia, mentions of pregnancy, lots of creampies, spitroast, double vaginal penetration, some oral sex
read on Ao3 or under the cut
It was honestly beyond her wildest dreams that they had all agreed, and now, leaning back against the bed in her apartment with her mind reeling, she wonders if she was really going to be able to handle this. It had started as a teasing probe to each of her lovers: "Do you want to help me make a baby?"
Those moments play back through her mind as she regards each of them, now in her bedroom in various states of undress.
"It's a big step, kitten. Sure you're up for the challenge?" Sylus had teased her, unable to hide the earnest softness tinging his crimson irises. She had asked him first, not out of any specific preference, but because it felt safe to do so. Sylus' teasing manner made an easy soundboard for her more serious thoughts. The two of them would volley the topic back and forth with playful jibes, allowing her to process what it was she was really feeling.
Sylus had leaned in with a cocky grin, nipping at her ear and whispering with a low voice, "If that's what you want then why not be even more greedy? I'm certain I could give you twins, or triplets."
But that greed had inspired something else in her: it had suffused through the planning of the act itself, percolating through her daily thoughts and coalescing into a desperate need for all of them.
All of them together.
Some were less enthusiastic about this plan than others: Xavier's galaxy of blue eyes had looked up at her in near-disbelief.
"You think I'm not enough?" He had accused, lip jutting out in the beginning of a pout. She had taken a deep breath, readying herself to weather one of his moods. Xavier had always been possessive of her: making this situation work required clear communication and boundaries to avoid conflict. Despite the effort, they made it work: both too stubborn and too crazy about each other to allow the openness of their relationship to interfere with the love they shared.
"That's not what I said and you know it." She had indulged him, taking his face between her palms and shaking him slightly. He had glowered up at her without any real heat or malice, simply laying the bait for a trap she was willingly stepping into.
She had smiled coyly at him, playing along. "Think of it as a gift for me."
"I can give you that gift alone: don't need anyone else when 9 months from now you're going to have a beautiful blue-eyed baby in your arms even if we do this."
A thrill had raced up her spine as he snatched her around the wrist, easily pinning her hands and turning her to face the wall.
"I may as well get a head start then, since you've already told me what you want."
With the most reticent participant convinced, it was becoming more real.
"Statistically speaking: more partners during ovulation is more chances for fertilization, but that's where the science ends," Zayne had patiently explained when she first brought up her idea, his fingers steepled before him with his elbows resting on his desk. His brows were furrowed and she could practically see the thoughts as they whirred through his mind. She had reached out to him, fingers sliding up his scarred wrists to place her hand atop his and twining their fingers together. He had leaned into her touch, lips grazing her knuckles in a chaste kiss. The racing thoughts paused behind his hazel eyes and his expression melted incrementally, like a snowdrop pushing through powdered snow.
"I'll refer you to a fertility specialist. For now, let's track your cervical mucus and position. No more drinking, cut down on coffee, and start making a real effort to get proper sleep." The shift into clinical mode was only interrupted by a flash of fond giddiness as his eyes paused over her stomach.
"I'm looking forward to helping you plant our little jasmine."
Things were becoming real: doctor's appointments, tracking hormonal changes, late night research into online parenthood forums, and the actual day itself. The calendar on her phone marked innocuously with a glazed donut emoji.
"So you still wanna go through with this, pips?" Caleb had asked, not trying to question her resolve, just checking in on her. "It's…a lot, you know?"
She had flopped onto his chest, burrowing her face into his chest as his arms curled around her. He had nuzzled into her hair, nose rubbing little penguin kisses against the top of her head.
"I do want to." Her lips had smeared the words together with her face pressed so far into his chest. He had pulled her up to him, kissing her softly on the lips; a soft peck full of promise and desire. The kiss had told her everything she needed to know but he still said the words anyways:
"You're going to be an incredible mother."
Throughout the planning and the organizing, those words had buoyed her. Obviously it had affected others too: one day at Rafayel's art studio, he had wrapped her in his arms from behind, hands cradling her stomach as he kissed along her shoulder up her neck.
"Whatcha thinking about?" She floated the question that he often asked her back towards him.
"I'm thinking about the dimensions of my next beautiful canvas." His hands had slid beneath her shirt to flatten against her skin. "Lemurians paint symbols of prosperity on the stomachs of expectant mothers to bring their clutch safely into the world."
He had leaned into her, inhaling the scent of her perfume from the pulse-point beneath her ear. "You'll look even more beautiful that way: a mural of my love on your skin."
The weeks had passed leading up to the day, and now it was actually time. They all had gathered at her apartment, assessing each other, making awkward small talk, and then moving to the bedroom. Her feelings are jumbled, somewhere between a kid in a candy store and a bull in a china shop. Excited and overwhelmed but aware of the tenuous cooperation that could disintegrate between the actors onstage at any moment.
"Everything alright, sweetheart?" Zayne checks in on her, hand resting on her shoulder. He's almost nude, wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs and his glasses. Her hand lands atop his, grasping around his cool fingers.
She nods at him, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek against his knuckles. He raises his thumb to caress her face.
"Alright. You need to give us direction, tell us what you want and when you want to take a break. We're all here for you." He reassures her. She breaths a slow sigh of relief, the words soothing an anxiety she hadn't realizes was building within her.
"Seems to me like you need a little bit of a warmup." Sylus smirks from the chaise he lounges on, wearing a loosely fastened robe that does nothing to conceal his body. "How about I have a little taste to help you relax, kitten?"
Four pairs of eyes swivel back to her: a beat passes. She nods again in agreement. "Come here, Sylus."
Sylus' eyes light with excitement, pupils widening as he licks his lips. He saunters over to her, past the other men with his gaze fixed on her. Something in his gait makes her feel like prey being stalked, her anxious heartbeat pounds in her ears and she swallows in anticipation. He unties the loose knot at his waist, leaving the robe behind him on the floor to show off his physique. Her eyes are hungry as they rake his exposed skin, anxiety melting into liquid desire. Sylus catches her gaze and she sees that molten lust mirrored in his expression.
Sylus kneels before her, chest level with the bed. He raises his chin to look down on her with a haughty smirk. "Come down here, kitten. You're going to behave today, right? We want to be on our best behaviour when we have an audience." His words have a teasing lilt, but the tone is low with want; raspy and rough on the edges.
She shuffles down the bed obediently, entranced by his crimson gaze. Her calves slide off the bed as Sylus patiently waits. His expression stays infuriatingly smug but she can see the way his chest heaves and a slight flush creeps up his ears. She slows down her movements, sliding in to place with her thighs slightly apart, leaning back against the bed at an incline.
"Such a good girl, playing nicely today." Sylus purrs as he leans down, lifting up her legs to rest her knees over his shoulders.
"Don't get too used to it," she bites out, flushing and shooting embarrassed glances up at the other men in the room.
Sylus chuckles, the sound melodious as it reverberates over her skin from where his lips perch on her inner thigh. "So it's not just me that you misbehave for." He smirks knowingly, making eye contact with Zayne who rolls his eyes and turns to pour a glass of water. Sylus laughs again, kissing her skin and trailing his lips up towards the apex of her thighs.
"Are you ready?" He checks in, locking eyes with her from between her legs. She swallows once, a shiver of excitement running down her spine, before nodding. Sylus growls softly as he dives in, the scent of her arousal suffusing his senses.
She gasps as Sylus' nose slides over her clit, fingers clenching in the bedsheets and muscles tensing to hold her upright. The ends of his hair tickle her inner thigh as he makes out with her cunt, kissing along her slit. His tongue slides through her folds, parting them and coating his lips with her juices.
She whimpers softly, skin heating as she watches him, transfixed. As she lets out a soft cry she hears a muffled rejoinder from across the room. In a daze, she tears her eyes away from Sylus and meets Rafayel's magenta-hued gaze. He's flushed, boxer briefs constraining his erection as he ghosts his palm over the fabric.
She breaks eye-contact as her eyes squeeze closed, Sylus' mouth encircling her sensitive nub and sucking softly. She opens her eyes again, eyes imploring Rafayel as she lifts her hand to reach out for him. She sees him hold himself back, eyes flicking to the man between her thighs with slight doubts. Her brow furrows, concentrating past the waves of pleasure that crash over her as Sylus' tongue delves inside her.
"Raf-haa- Rafayel, please?" She calls out to him through her gasps. As she speaks, Sylus pauses; he leans back slightly, eyes dark at the interruption as they scan the room. They land on the artist and flash with something between intrigue and hunger. He licks his lips, breaking a strand of saliva that connects his lips to her dripping cunt.
"She's asking for you."
Rafayel's eyes dart to Sylus', drifting slightly past him to stare at her cunt, glistening with saliva and arousal. His throat bobs as he takes a step forward, then another. Rafayel comes up beside her, sliding up the bed as her arm loops around his neck, pulling him towards her in a clumsy kiss. The artist moans into the kiss, soft voice tingling through her senses and coalescing in the pit of her stomach.
"Cutie, you're so -!" He bites out, burying his face in her neck and sucking a hickey below her ear.
Sylus dives back in, not wanting to be forgotten as he probes her entrance with his tongue. She quivers and clenches around the intrusion, arching her back and clawing her nails into Rafayel's back where she clings to him. Her thighs start to close around Sylus' head and he growls in approval, sucking on her clit and urging her towards her climax. Her other hand finds it's way between her legs to grip a handful of silver hair and tug hard, guiding Sylus mouth where she wants him most. She can feel his smile against her skin as he complies.
Rafayel peppers her chest and throat with kisses, sucking on those sensitive spots along her neck that are committed to his memory. His hands roam her body; gently circling her nipples, tracing ticklish lines along her sides, cupping and squeezing at her breasts. Her eyes close and she lets out a keening whine as she concentrates on the simultaneous sensations of two mouths on her body. Plush lips place reverent kisses to her decolletage before sharp pain bursts from her collarbone as Rafayel bites her, hips rutting against the mattress impatiently.
The surprise makes her quiver around Sylus' tongue. Her thighs twitch as she changes the angle of her hips, using his broad back as leverage to drown him in her essence. His tongue withdraws as he leans back only enough to slide his fingers into his mouth for lubrication. He resumes sucking and kissing her as he slowly inserts one finger inside her and curls it against the spongy spot inside her. She sees stars and tightens her grip in his hair to pull him away before it overwhelms her.
"Sylus it's too -haa- it's too much!" She whines, throwing her head to the side.
"Giving up just like that, kitten?" He goads, removing his fingers and sliding them through her folds.
Her chest heaves as her grip loosens in his hair, Rafayel kisses down her jawline and flashes a mischievous smirk down at the other man. He traces his way over to her lips, kissing her passionately as he holds her. His tongues slides over her teeth, gently sucking her tongue into his mouth. She returns the kiss, sighing into Rafayel's kiss and gently tugging his lower lip with her teeth.
Making use of the distraction, Sylus positions two fingers at her opening and thrusts them inside her. She tenses at the intrusion, but her cry is muffled as she bites down on Rafayel's lip. He gasps against her and Sylus only chuckles, focusing his attention on her clit as he fucks her on his large fingers.
It isn't long before she comes apart under their combined assault, thighs squeezing against Sylus ears as she arches against the mattress. Her nails dig into skin, she doesn't know whose, maybe her own, her eyes are closed tight as her orgasm wracks through her with a shriek.
Sylus and Rafayel slow down, soothingly rubbing their hands down her sides, her legs, and apologetically kissing bite marks and overzealous hickeys. Sylus slides her legs off his shoulders and climbs onto the bed. He pulls her lips away from Rafayel, who scowls at him, and kisses her on the lips. The scent of her arousal mingles with the slightly metallic taste of blood and sweat. As she kisses them, her breathing slows and her eyes focus.
She gives Sylus and Rafayel each a parting kiss before pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. She can feel the cooling wet spot beneath her but can't bring herself to feel anything except desire as she surveys the room. Caleb and Xavier stand at opposite ends of the room, each emanating very different but equally intense energy. Zayne watches her, the veins on his arms stand out as he flexes his forearm, gripping the back of a nearby chair in a failed display of nonchalance. Her mouth waters as she looks him up and down before beckoning to him.
"Zayne, I want you."
Zayne moves towards her, "How do you want me? Tell me what to do and I'll be sure to follow every instruction."
She swallows and looks over her shoulder, then back to him. "Sit up there."
Zayne's lips quirk slightly as he complies, removing his boxer briefs and sliding onto the bed. He opens his arms as she climbs atop him, his touch is so cool against her flushed and abused skin. She positions herself over him, bracing against his waist as shes grinds on him to lubricate his hard cock.
"No kisses for me?" He feigns innocence as he looks up at her with wide hazel eyes, twinkling with a warm mirth which mitigates the hidden demand in his words.
She scoffs self-consciously, brought back to reality from the lusty haze she had been residing in.
"Please kiss me, Zaynie." She smiles at him as his hands cradle her face and pulls her towards him. His lips smile against hers as she melts into his embrace, like they're the only people in the word. He clings to her as he positions at her entrance, letting her sink onto his cock slowly.
She let's out a long whine against his neck as he fills her, catching her breath as he bottoms out. She furrows her brow and squeezes experimentally around him, earning her a gasp from Zayne as his fingers dig into the divots of her hips. Her breaths shudder over his cool skin, coalescing into puffs of mist as his evol creates an aura of cold air around them.
Zayne's hand trails up her back, making her shiver slightly. His long fingers wind through her hair, grasping a handful close to her scalp and pulling her head back to look in her eyes. He leans back and scans her while breathing heavily, doing a quick visual check-in. Her eyes are hazy as she looks back at him, wiggling on his lap to get legs under her properly. His brows twitch together only slightly as she moves against him, tightening his fist full of her hair.
She whimpers slightly, freezing and pleading with her eyes.
"Use your words when you want something." Zayne chides her, tilting his chin to look down at her over his lower lashes with a slight smirk. "You were doing so well at it before."
"Please Zayne," she begs, "can I please move? I want you."
"Better." He loosens his grip slightly as he leans back, nodding to indicate approval.
She blinks slowly and swallows hard. Her hands slide down Zayne's chest and abs, settling on his waist for balance. She rocks her hips slowly, feeling the hard length of him inside her and the friction of him against her clit. Her fingernails dig into his sides, the texture of his cold, scarred skin beneath her hands is grounding.
Gradually she sets a steady pace, rocking and grinding against him, feeling the ridges of his cock against her inner walls. She leans over him, hair falling out from behind her ear. Sweat soaked strands stick to her cheek and forehead. Zayne's eyes drink in the sight, letting go of her hair to hold her by the hips and guide her movements.
"Good," he praises, breathing heavily, "during ovulation the cervix changes position, becoming softer and higher. Can you feel it? Feel how deep you can take me." He pulls her down, grinding her down onto his hips to fill her fully.
Her body follows his subtle instruction; grinding and bouncing slowly on Zayne's cock as he conducts her towards a climax. Her head hangs loosely, shoulders bunching together as she arches her back. She's panting from exertion as she looks up to him, lustful desperation eclipsing her eyes.
"So you like to be fucked like that, huh?" The biting remark makes her lazily turn her head. Xavier approaches the bed with an imperious pout perched on his lips, chin tilted up and sapphire eyes flashing in the low light of the room.
She juts out her lower lip, words forming on her tongue to retort but instead she just bites back a moan as Zayne angles his hips and thrusts up to meet her. The thought bubble pops inside her mind as sparks of pleasure tingle through her senses. She just stares dumbly back at Xavier as he walks up to her.
Long slender fingers cup her chin. Xavier's thumb slides over her mouth, pulling down her lower lip. His eyes trail down her body, fixating on the place where her hips bounce on the other man, watching as her cunt envelops his cock. His gaze darts back up to her face, glinting with a cruel, dark light.
Xavier's grip tightens on her jaw as he pulls her to face him, sliding his thumb between her parted lips. She sucks on his finger obediently. The hunter spares a short glance down at the doctor before climbing onto the bed himself.
"Typical; doctor's appointments always seem to run long. Let's get a head start on the next round," Xavier quips, pulling down his underwear and tapping his erection against her cheek. Her tongue swirls around his thumb as she looks up at him, doe-eyed.
"So beautiful like this, but not as beautiful as you look with my cock in your mouth." He removes his thumb, pumping himself once before positioning the tip between her waiting lips. Without further ado he slides into her mouth, face scrunching as her hot wet mouth welcomes him.
She slurps on his cock, messily sucking on Xavier as she continues to ride Zayne. Firm hands on her jaw and hips keep either from falling out as her whole body bounces. Impatiently, Xavier starts to fuck her mouth; holding her face still as he thrusts. The tip of his cock hits the back of her throat and she gags slightly, eyes starting to water, but doesn't give up. She moves as much as she can to try to swallow him, the taste of Xavier's precum amping up her desire.
She feels Zayne twitch inside her and looks down through salty tears to see him enraptured by the sight of Xavier face-fucking her. His hands urge her to move harder; slamming her hips down to meet his and making her thighs and stomach jiggle. She lets out a muffled cry around Xavier's cock as Zayne slams into her, twitching against her walls.
"Such a good girl, taking care of us both. Do you want your reward?" Zayne pants, a pink blush creeping up his ears. She can only respond with a low groan around the dick stuffed in her mouth. Xavier throws his head back as the vibrations hum over his sensitive skin.
Zayne lets out a breathy chuckle, thrusting his hips up to meet hers and burying himself to the hilt. His cock twitches, spraying hot cum inside her. Her fingernails scratch trenches along his lower stomach as she squeezes and grinds down on him. Her high-pitched whines are punctuated with lewd slurps as she comes while still sucking Xavier's cock.
Xavier's hips start to stutter, urged towards orgasm by the sounds and stimulation she makes as she climaxes. His thoughts drive him towards that singular goal before he's stopped by a big hand, cold and metallic.
"That's not where you're supposed to finish." Caleb interrupts, swallowing as he meaningfully glances towards Zayne's softening cock as it slides out from between her twitching thighs.
Xavier brushes off the bionic arm and glares at the pilot before pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. He manhandles her onto her knees, unabashedly stepping overtop of Zayne to kneel behind her and drive into her in one brutal thrust.
Her head pops up in surprise as her overstimulated cunt is suddenly filled again. She gasps as Xavier's cock hits new angles inside her, his balls slapping against her ass as he drives into her hard and fast. One of his hands reaches around her, fingers circling her clit while he pounds her. The pace is intense, making the whole bed jerk and shake with each thrust.
"Ah! Xavier!" She calls out his name before she crumbles; elbows wobbling as she collapses. She braces her forehead against the bed and lets out soft moans into the bedding. Another orgasm sparks through her like a firework; fizzling through her senses and staining her sight with flashes of light. The world blurs as her eyes well with tears of overstimulation.
"Such a good bunny, you take me so well." Xavier pants, soft breathy voice textured with need. His hips slam into her one final time as he comes, his seed mixing with Zayne's inside her sloppy cunt. She shudders under him as he collapses over her, pressing open mouth kisses to her back while softening inside her. He slides his hands up and down her sides, squeezing the soft folds of her waist before withdrawing.
His fingers replace his cock; two fingers scooping up the dribbles of cum that spilled from her pussy lips and pushing them back inside her.
"Let's make sure this takes, although if it doesn't then I'll just have to fill you up again." Xavier's whisper caresses the shell of her ear and she shivers, arching back against his fingers as he slowly teases her. He leans back with a gentle chuckle, watching the sticky cum coat his fingers as he pushes it back inside her.
Zayne leans over, brushing her hair away from her face and cupping her chin. His finger caresses her lower lash, catching a salty tear with fascination and reverence. He looks over her shoulder at Xavier, who is staring intensely at her sloppy cunt as he fingers her.
"Are you alright? Do you need a break?" He checks in with her, reaching over for a bottle of water. He unscrews the top and hands it to her. She gratefully takes a sip, the water drips from her lips onto her breasts. Zayne's eyes watch the droplets roll down her skin. She catches him ogling and lets out a single chuffed scoff, hand sliding up to squeeze his thigh. Thighs still wobbly, she reaches behind her to tap Xavier's wrist, indicating he should stop. She locks eyes with him and he smiles softly, haughty aura disintegrating into warm familiarity in his post orgasm haze.
"I'm ok. I think I've made Caleb wait long enough." Her eyes flick over to him as she says his name and he perks up like a dog hearing his favourite word. She flops onto her side then rolls onto her back as she beckons him. Caleb immediately sheds his underwear and takes a step forward before hesitating.
"You sure pips? It's ok…" he offers, but his wide eyes betray his eagerness.
"He said he's fine to wait, so maybe someone else-" Rafayel starts, teasingly stepping forward.
She shakes her head to stop him. Rafayel juts out his lower lip in a faux pout but his eyes burn and scheme with magenta-hued mischief. He flops onto a chair, idly fiddling with the fringe on a decorative throw pillow. Sylus chuckles and languidly strokes himself from his post in the other corner of the room. She rolls her eyes and focuses back on Caleb.
"Caleb, come here, I want you. I can handle it." She reassures him, holding out her hand. He steps forward, intertwining his fingers with hers and holding them to his heart. She leans back, pulling him down with her. He follows her movement, pulling her hand above her head and pinning it there with his arm. He uses his other arm to support his weigh as she slides beneath him.
Her legs wrap around his waist and her free hand reaches between them to position his cock at her entrance. She lifts her chin, seeking his lips. Caleb's lips smack against hers, clumsily kissing her as her legs pull him into her. He groans against her lips as he slides in, stretching her steadily until he bottoms out.
"Fu- pips you feel so good!" He moans, pausing there, deep inside her. She squeezes his hand above her head. Her other hand slides up his back, pushing his face into the crook of her neck.
"It's good Caleb, kiss my neck while you fuck me." She instructs, wriggling on the bed to adjust.
"Yes ma'am." He growls into her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Grazing his teeth down her jaw he pulls back his hips, pulling almost all the way out of her before slamming back into her. His lips latch onto her pulse, sucking new hickeys and renewing the marks left by Rafayel earlier. Her neck stretches, turning her head to the side to give him better access. Her toes clench and curl against the dimples in his back as the ridges of his cock rub against her inner walls.
Caleb releases her hand, sliding his fingers down her arm to cup her breast. He teases at her nipple while nibbling gently on her earlobe. Her fingers curl against his scalp and she nuzzles into the top of his head, holding him closer as his hips continue to piston into her. She lets out content gasps of pleasure and coos of encouragement as Caleb tenderly makes love to her. Each stroke churns the sticky mix of Zayne and Xavier and her together, pushing it deeper into her and sloshing out of her dripping cunt.
He speeds up his pace and she clings to his broad back, along for the ride as he drives her into the mattress. His thrusts getting more forceful, making her slide up the bed with each stroke. Her arms wrap around his neck and she buries her face in his broad chest, biting down on his pectoral muscle, right near the nipple.
Caleb gasps, ass clenching as he presses himself as deep as he can, the tip of his cock just shy of her cervix.
"So deep -nng!" She cries out, fingernails scratching along his back, marking him as hers.
"All for you, pips, I'll give you everything. Everything you want." Caleb pants, words punctuated with long hard strokes that make her feel every inch of him as he drives into her. Her hands ball into fists that pound weakly against his shoulder blades before flattening to dig in to his skin.
"Caleb, can you come for me please, can you come inside please?" She pleads, voice cracking slightly with overuse.
"You want it pips?" He pants into her ear.
"I want it please-!" She gasps, squeezing around him as slow waves of pleasure envelop her senses.
"Fuck pips! When you squeeze me like that, I-!" Caleb exclaims, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming irregular as he spurts inside her, continuing to thrust as she milks him dry.
He breathes heavily, chest heaving as he lowers her onto the bed and disentangles her limbs from around his neck and waist. He draws his hand gently down the side of her face, his index finger tracing lines of salty dried tears.
Her face is flushed, sticky with sweat and tears, eyes completely blissed out as she smiles dazedly up at him. She reaches out to mirror his action and he leans into her palm, smiling.
"How touching." Comes a smug voice from the other side of the room. "You spark such affection in everyone around you, kitten."
"You say that like you're immune." Rafayel volleys back at Sylus, feigning nonchalance.
"I didn't say that at all, seems like you enjoy misinterpreting me."
She looks back and forth like she's watching a tennis match as Rafayel and Sylus banter from across the room, erections bobbing comically with every small movement. The words wash over her as a single thought forms in her mind.
"Both of you."
Rafayel and Sylus pause their verbal sparring match to fix her with equally incredulous expressions.
"Cutie… you really want that?" Rafayel's usually light voice is low. His face is serious, and filled with desire. Luminous magenta light lurking below deep dark water, an angler fish laying a trap.
Sylus' omnipresent smirk widens into a grin as he stands. His voice is practically a growl as he approaches. "This is the sort of greed I like to see."
For a moment, she balks; two pairs of predatory eyes survey every movement with intensity. She swallows hard, mouth suddenly dry. They lay in waiting, watching for a sign to proceed.
A moment passes, her heart pounds in her ears. She closes her eyes and then opens them heavily, looking up at them from beneath her lashes. A nod.
They descend on her.
Rafayel steps forward, quickly cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. He sucks her lower lip into his mouth and groans. She leans towards him as Sylus approaches, licking down the column of her throat and biting her collarbone. She flinches, hand coming up to smack against his chest as he laughs against her skin. Rafayel releases her lip, moving his kisses along her cheek and sucking on the soft skin beneath her ear. She whines, turning her head to give him better access.
Sylus makes use of the opportunity, capturing her lips for his own and groaning into the kiss. His large hand cups her breast, squeezing and thumbing over her nipple. The two of them maneouvre her between them, lying her down on her side with Rafayel behind her and Sylus in front. Rafayel reaches around, grasping her other breast and pinching her nipple, making her gasp.
"Don't forget I'm here too, cutie." He whispers in her ear. She breaks from Sylus' lips and turns her head to meet him for a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. Sylus uses the break to get his bearing; sliding his hand down her thigh to grasp the underside of her knee. She jerks slightly as he tickles her, letting out a whine of complaint and pounding her fist against his chest. He catches her wrist with his other hand, forcing her palm open with his thumb and twining their fingers together.
"Now now, kitten: don't get feisty," Sylus teases, but his tone of voice doesn't hold any threat of punishment. To the contrary; he seems to be enjoying the game, goading her into fighting back even more.
She glares up at Sylus through heavy eyelids, lashes fluttering as Rafayel continues to pepper kisses down her back, grabbing and kneading at her ass and breast. The artist bucks his hips, sliding his cock through her slick folds. His sticky precum adds to the cocktail of cum and arousal dripping out of her. The blunt head of his cock drags over her clit making her arch back towards him, and squeeze Sylus' hand.
Sylus watches her expression hungrily; eyes dragging down her body to see Rafayel's cock peek out from her folds as he thrusts against her from behind. He licks his lips and grips her thigh, raising her leg up to position himself between her legs. Rafayel pulls back, reaching over her leg to spread her labia, sliding his fingers through her folds to expose her twitching opening.
She inhales sharply as the cool air hits her sensitive skin. She watches in a daze as Sylus positions the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly pushing until the head is inside. She clenches on that amount, aching to be full. Sylus' fingers dig into the plush skin of her thigh as he gasps.
"Kitten," he warns, "there won't be any room for him if you don't relax."
Rafayel nuzzles into her shoulder, whispering in her ear as he takes a hold of his cock, sliding the tip around her entrance, "Just relax cutie, let me in and we'll make you feel so full. Isn't that what you wanted?"
She nods dumbly, letting out a shuddering breath and unclenching. Rafayel's tip catches on her entrance and he pushes slowly, his cock sliding along the other man's and stretching her out sublimely. Her eyes squeeze shut her mind shuts down with the singular focus on the sensation of two cocks pushing into her. Her cunt flutters around them in a weak climax as she's overwhelmed by the feeling; each ridge and vein so pronounced against her strained walls.
Rafayel lets out voiced breaths against her shoulder, fingers sliding over her clit to help her relax, his other hand fisted in the sheets. His brow is furrowed, wavy purple locks sticking to his sweat-dewed forehead.
"So tight, cutie!" He bites out, muffling his moans in the crook of her neck.
Sylus pants, each breath coming out as a growl as he stares intensely at her face, watching her take them. His fingers are digging into her thigh hard enough that there will be a bruise in the morning but he doesn't care. The primal urge to mark and fuck and fill has overwritten his thoughts as he drinks in her expression.
She spasms around them again, slow small orgasms wrack through her like waves against the shore. Her lips part, hot air puffing from her lungs and drool dripping onto the pillow. She arches weakly, breasts squishing against Sylus chest and ass pressing into Rafayel's hips.
"Such a good kitten," Sylus coos, voice cracking slightly, "but you can let us take over. We'll make sure you feel good."
Her eyes flutter open to look at him and nod weakly. She braces her forehead on Sylus' chest to look down at their conjoined bodies, she feels impossibly full. Her hand falls from Sylus chest and rests on her lower stomach, feeling them stuff her, from the outside. They all let out a simultaneous groan as she squeezes around them.
Sylus moves first, readjusting his grip on her thigh to lift her leg even higher before withdrawing until only the head of his cock remains inside her then slamming back into her. They collectively gasp as he does it again, setting a steady, punishing, pace.
Rafayel keeps his hand on her clit, playing with her as he gently rocks his hips against her ass, rutting into her without withdrawing, feeling the friction of Sylus' cock rubbing against his. He kisses and sucks at her neck, renewing the hickeys he left earlier and overwriting the love bites from Caleb with his own mouth.
Her whole body bounces as they both piston in and out of her and all she can do is go along for the ride, becoming pliant and melting into the combined assault. Her thoughts have evaporated, consumed only by desire and id. Hot skin on hot skin, wet flesh on wet flesh; she is a being of solely sense and feel.
The novelty of sensation has her riding a single overstimulating high, orgasms becoming almost painful as tears sting her eyes. Her face is wet, saliva and tears and sweat mingling and blurring her vision. She keens as Rafayel unrelentingly tweaks her clit, crashing her into another orgasm.
He bites down on her shoulder and starts to fuck her in earnest, matching Sylus' strokes in a complimentary rhythm. They fill her each in turn, syncopating and lining up to thrust together, making her scream. The pace increases, she can't tell whose cock is pushing and whose is withdrawing. The sound of combined breaths, and grunts, and moans is punctuated by the slap of skin.
In her fucked-out reverie she can't tell who comes first, she just feels the heat of hot cum inside her, adding even more lubrication to the other cock as it continues to slam into her. Then the other, filling her so impossibly full that cum drips out of her. Her vision is bleary, muscles sore, abused cunt hot and twitching. They pull out, one at a time and she feels so empty, immediately longing for the sensation of being full again.
She isn't left wanting for long as fingers slide against her skin, collecting droplets of escaped cum and pushing it back into her. Sylus and Rafayel nuzzle into her on either side, kissing her chest and shoulders soothingly as she melts into the mattress under their care. Her hair is brushed aside and a straw is placed at her lips, she looks up to see Xavier holding a bottle of sports drink with a straw towards her, tender eyes drinking her in.
She smiles wanly at him, exhaustion painted on her features as she sips at the electrolyte beverage. Xavier sits at the base of the bed, holding it out to her until she finishes drinking and nuzzles into Sylus chest. He nuzzles his nose against the top of her hair. Faintly, she can hear Zayne's voice chiding Sylus and Rafayel before she's lifted by Caleb's evol and carried to the bathroom.
"Next month we bring snacks too." She mumbles as she's placed unceremoniously on the toilet to pee. A mixture of scoffs and laughs meet her remark before she's cleaned up and brought back to the bed. She falls asleep almost immediately, surrounded by the warmth of several bodies.
dividers by @/cafekitsune
A/N
YOU ALL DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE HAUNTED! She really is the reason I'm able to keep writing and she deserves the world but i was late and so her birthmas gift was several months late T-T. I had a BLAST writing this and it really was something new for me. GO SHOW HER SOME LOVE TOO, she has some AMAZING work posted so please give it a read <3
In the background of Caleb and MC's fake dating whirlwind, Tara and Jeremiah find each other and embark on their own beautiful love story.
Tags: fluff and smut, romantic fluff, falling in love, making out, grinding, blow jobs, cunnilingus, smut, clothed sex, vaginal sex, switch! Tara, switch! Jeremiah, love confessions, aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, premature ejaculation, HEA
This is the third time I've tried to post this 16.5k beast on here, and every time, Tumblr rejects it. So, rather than spending another hour formatting, I'm just dropping the link to it on AO3 and popping out.
You can read the full fic here.
This fic is a spin-off oneshot from the Caleb x MC/reader longfic I wrote, Immutable Gravity. This oneshot follows the events in Immutable Gravity, but you don't need to read it to understand what is happening in this story.
I talked with someone who works in book publishing, and they mentioned they get a lot of AI slop these days. I asked how they know what's human-written, and they said that there's one thing that will reveal AI slop without error, and that's the author not knowing their own creation.
A real author can talk about their story for hours. They love to elaborate every character, every twist, every detail. Because those existed in their head long before they ever made it to the paper. They were loved before they were written.
AI slop wasn't. It was just vomited into existence.
Someone who generates their story with AI will never bond with their story the way real writers do. That's why they may not know what to say when they're asked why did the character do this, or even remember the scene in the first place. It's something they read, not something they wrote. And to a writer, those are not the same.
There's a unique bond between the creator and the creation. If your writing doesn't come of you, you'll always lack that.
I keep hearing soon we won't be able to tell. And perhaps, in a superficial sense, that's true. But there is a difference. It's not em dashes or repeated words. It's whether the story was made by someone who loves it and cares about it.
If the writer's eyes light up when asked why did the character do that? and they start their very own Ted Talk about that specific scene...
