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[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now - part four preview

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

Warnings- just suggestive in this, but the story is NSFW, reader and Gojo are on their date hehe. After like over a month and a half (sorryyy) of no thoughts on this, it finally came to me today, so expect the update this week! <3

The wind is gently blowing your hair around your face, the soft light of the setting sun casting pinks and golds across your skin, and for a moment his breath catches, seeing your tired eyes light up, your pretty smile. It makes any and everything he’d have to do to protect you worth it, your giggle as you lean forward, a hand brushing across his thigh now, making him ache for you.

“This is beautiful, Satoru. Thank you so much for this.” Your lips press on his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, the salty sea spray mingling in the air with your perfume, heady and intoxicating.

He swallows a bit, arm wrapping around you now as the two of you sit at the table, food plated by the best chefs he could hire, on his own damn boat he bought for a date, but all you can focus on is him. In his pretty blue eyes, and the way the sun is casting shadows from behind him, illuminating his tall figure when he leans low, brushing a thumb across your cheek.

It’s warmed from the sun, but soon hot under his touch, his bright blue gaze that makes your heart pound. “It’s all worth it.” He murmurs quietly, he knows you don’t grasp his meaning fully, but you kiss him softly, drinking in his sighs, while his touch drifts to the small of your back.

Anything is worth your presence.

“This food looks amazing but I doubt I can pronounce it. It’s insane.” You say softly, eyeing the plates then, and he tries to hold back just lifting you on it, swiping every fancy dish across the wood planks beneath you, and eating you instead.

He doubts that will wait much longer, not with the glimpses of thigh from your high cut dress, not with the way that necklace is dangling precariously against your collarbone that he wants to litter with bites. He takes a breath, putting on an easy smile then. “I don’t either, I just asked for super fancy shit.”

You giggle at it, his sincerity, and he grins so boyish and charming, it melts your fucking heart. “I feel like you can’t be real, and it scares me.”

“Not real?” He frowns a bit, while you take a nibble of one of the perfectly set dishes, sighing as it hits your taste buds, nodding a bit. “What’s that mean?”

“Too good for me? More than I deserve? Too amazing-”

“The fuck?” He glares at you, gripping your chin now, snowy lashes lowering as you sit there, fork clattering from your hand.

“Sorry I-”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You fucking deserve everything. Okay?” You blink back emotions, words that shouldn’t spill yet but threaten to, taking a shaky breath and nodding.

“I’m just so tired, Satoru. I’m sorry.” He relaxes his grip, long elegant fingers dancing along your jaw, sighing now as the boat gently dashes through the water beneath you two, and for a moment he’d like it to carry you both away. Far the fuck away. “Thank you for everything, for every moment with me.”

“Don’t thank me for it, right now all I can think of is-” Your phone starts going off then, lighting up at the table, he frowns over at the name as you sigh, ignoring the call. “Your mom?”

“She’ll stop after a few, it’s for money.” You’re so used to this, it infuriates Satoru then, the next call he answers, before you can stop him, covering your mouth in shock, eyes wide as he casually answers.

“Your daughter is on a date, Mom. She can’t give you any money I’m afraid,” you hear her yelling and panicking, but he just sips on a glass of wine, winking at you, as if to tell you he’s got it. “I’ll make a deal, leave her alone all day and night, and I’ll give you some instead.”

“Don’t do that!” Your whisper is brushed off, as he smirks, and you can’t hear her voice anymore.

“Your daughter deserves a day where she’s not carrying all your fucking burdens, mmkay? Great, I’ll send that over tomorrow, meet you soon I’m sure.” He hangs up now, eyeing your shocked face with a shrug. “She’ll leave you alone for a bit.”

“You can’t just pay everyone to leave me alone, this is my mess, it’s-”

“It’s not your mess. You got stuck with hers. And baby Imma fix it all, okay?” He cups your face with both hands, and you’re ended, any resolve, or waiting for the right time, it all falls from your brain, replaced with one thing instead-

You need him.

You need him in every way.

You slam your lips on his then, hot and desperate, he exhales and drags your body against him, until he’s picked you up, sliding plates over and stepping between your thighs, feeling the heat of your needy cunt even over the layers of his pants and the dress he’s slipping up. You cry out against him when he bites the lower lip, the one you’ve bitten to hell, the pain sharp and sweet, soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

“I need you, Satoru,” you whisper now, eyeing him with a dilated, lidded gaze, your little hands grabbing at his dress shirt, feeling the hammering of his heart against your palm. “Please.”

Who was he to deny you anything?

I'm so excited to get back to this oneee I can't wait

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[mercuryw1tch]

You wanted jazzprowl? I'll give you jazzprowl preview of The Healer's Saga Now I disappear and go work my 10 hour shift lmao

[smilesthroughfandoms]

I'm writing a Squid Game fanfic, and I'm publishing the first chapter next week! Here's a sneak peek 😉

Gi-hun pulled out the gun-lighter and held it in front of the man. Instantly, his arms shot up, eyes going wide. He looked to Gi-hun, almost as if to ask him what he wanted, or to please not shoot him. Gi-hun, feeling an odd sense of pity for the man, pulled the trigger. A flame flickered to life from the barrel of the gun. The businessman’s lips settled into a firm line, staring at Gi-hun. Silently asking him, “Did you seriously just do that?”

“I come from a very long line of Buddhists, so find another guy to preach to,” Gi-hun told the man, gesturing with the lighter to anywhere that wasn’t here before clicking it off and setting it in his lap.

The businessman lowered his arms. “I’m not here to preach to you about religion, Mr. Seong. I come here with a business opportunity for you… Of sorts, at least.”

His name from this stranger’s mouth sent ice through his veins. Gi-hun turned to look at the man beside him, eyes narrowed with justified suspicions. “How did you know my name?”

“I know many things about you, Seong Gi-hun.” The businessman smiled. “I know that you’re forty-seven years old. Your birthday is October 31st, 1974--A Scorpio with a Taurus moon sign, very fitting. You attended Daehan Technical High School and graduated in February 1993. You worked at Dragon Motors, Assembly Team One, until the company laid you off ten years ago. Then you opened a chicken shop, and then a small snack bar. Both failed. You now work as a chauffeur. You’ve been divorced for about three years, your daughter is ten years old as of today--congratulations to her, by the way--and you owe a collective sum of four hundred and ten million won to loan sharks and banks. Your mother is also currently suffering from Type 2 Diabetes and can’t afford any treatment, and your daughter and ex-wife are due to move to Los Angeles, California, by next year.”

Gi-hun stared at the man, anger born of fear at just how much of his life this stranger knew. “Who are you?” Gi-hun asked. Was this guy with Mal-chin and Sunshine Capital? Or was he tied to the mob? Gi-hun was pretty sure he didn’t owe anyone in the mob money, but now he wasn’t sure. “What business of yours is all that?”

“I am simply a Recruiter, Mr. Gi-hun.” The man explained to him with a gentle smile that didn’t quite suit his face. “It is my duty to know things about all potential clients of Origin Labs!”

“And… what exactly are you “recruiting” me for?”

“A sleep study.”

Gi-hun blinked. “A… sleep study?”

“Yes, a sleep study.” The Recruiter nodded. He opened his briefcase, and sitting on top was a crisp, freshly printed pamphlet. On the front, stylized like the old atompunk cartoons Gi-hun used to watch as a kid, were happy, smiling, sleeping men and women tucked into some odd, futuristic-looking bed… tube… thing. ‘Origin Labs! Wake Up to a Better Future’ is printed in obnoxiously pink and black font over a simple green background. But Gi-hun’s eyes are drawn almost immediately to the stacks of money tucked neatly into the briefcase.

“If you agree to participate, you and a group of randomly selected individuals will be given your own bed to sleep in for a randomly determined amount of time. You will be monitored by a group of scientists who will take and monitor your vitals before, during, and after your rest.”

“And you’re asking me to participate in this study… because?” Gi-hun asks the Recruiter, though his eyes do not leave the stack of money.

“Because you have something we want, and we have something you want.” The Recruiter explains. “Origin Labs is looking for… specific candidates. Those who haven’t had a true moment’s rest in a long time. Those who could benefit from a long, rejuvenating sleep. And, in return, you will be compensated handsomely.”

[boredfandomchild]

snippets for ch 3 of bite me (ch 1&2 here)

sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter written. my kids were hit with a bug so they've been sick all week and I've barely slept let alone written anything.

I'm doing my best to get it out this weekend though 🖤 it's getting long so maybe I'll split it into two???

anyways, enjoy!

(also these have not been edited and may change slightly once published!)

more explicit snippet beneath the cut

this snippet contains waking someone up w a blow job (so slight dubcon). but both parties are very happy & into it but if that bothers you, don't read it 😘

[reality-warp]

A long awaited RB preview (of a chapter that needs editing)

“How did you know?” I asked. I wasn’t really surprised, and didn’t bother to hide it.

“I sensed and suspected during your instruction…” he explained, keeping his voice low, while keeping an attentive gaze over my shoulder for any prying eyes or ears. When he looked back at me his expression softened from caution to something almost grandfatherly. “But I can see it in your face clearly now.”

I nodded, a little shiver running down my spine with the recall — the emotions and thoughts coming back as if they happened moments ago.

“I have… memories now. Hers and mine. Mostly mine… and a name. My name.”

Tindomiel. 

It rang through my mind like the words of a childhood song I’d been struggling to remember for years. But I didn’t speak it aloud, some shapeless instinct in me holding it back.

“Ah…” He looked genuinely sad, and made no effort to mask it. “And you have not yet shared it with your companions?”

“Not yet.”

“You should,” he stated, gaze drifting toward where Legolas and Gimli had headed to see Haldir and his brothers off. “Though I would advise you choose your moment wisely… and privately.”

“I was planning on it…” I couldn’t quite restrain a somewhat dry smile up at him. “Though I don’t suppose you can tell me why you’re giving me this advice now that I have my name specifically?”

He smiled, the sadness not quite leaving despite the warmth of it.

“You should know by now, Eleanor, that it is the prerogative of a Wizard to be cryptic,” he murmured softly, reaching out to rest a weathered hand on my shoulder. “So I hope you won’t begrudge me one more piece of veiled advice: Tread carefully with the answers you pursue weilding that knowledge, especially now. Each answer you uncover will have far-reaching consequences, for you both. Many that you cannot yet see or understand yet.”

I hadn’t told Gandalf any details of what I’d experienced in the memories during the palantir attack, but somewhere in my guts, I was utterly certain he knew exactly what I’d seen. Who I’d seen. Every detail. And he understood in unfathomable detail all the consequences of what was to come, now that I had this one crucial piece of the puzzle resting in my hands at long last — whether I heeded his warnings or not." Amabilis Insania (Rávamë's Bane: Book 3) Chapter 3: A White Tree Burning

[heckthatbork]

Stan: gee idk if this space salamander has heard of hospitals, I should check

The axolotl, patron saint of several thousand hospitals for physical and mental health throughout the multiverse: yeah I’ve heard of them :3

[ghxst-bird]

“Uh,” Yuji says eloquently, caught off guard by the mere fact that anybody’s mother would be calling. He didn’t even know parents did that in a school like this! But… maybe it’s actually normal? Fushiguro only really had Gojo-sensei, and Kugisaki wasn’t on speaking terms with her family, and Yuji-… well, Yuji didn’t have anyone to call him either.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” The woman says, sounding genuinely stressed, “Is this a bad time? I can call again later. It’s just- Suguru hasn’t been calling back recently and his father and I are worried sick. He’s a sensitive boy, you see? And-”

“No! No,” Yuji cuts in quickly, giving himself a mental shake, “Sorry, maybe he got side tracked? There’s a lot of-” Curses. Exorcisms. The soul crushing ordeal of being known.

“Homework…” He finishes lamely.

“…Oh, yes. I understand.” The voice says after a moment, sounding so crestfallen that Yuji feels like begging on his knees for forgiveness, “All the same… Will you let him know his mama would like to hear his voice if you get the chance?”

— sneak peek of 27 Bones chpt. 9: Like Our Treehouse In The Sun

[fictionrealms]

Forget About It->Chapter Preview

Sylus x Non MC x MC

TW:

physical abuse, mention of SA, verbal abuse, trauma, abusive relationships, toxic relationships, suspected child abuse, single parent, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, heavy angst, inner turmoil, more tags to be added, MDNI

The Vibe:

Good Boy->Paris Paloma

Summary:

Your life was never supposed to be this way. Running and hiding wasn't something you planned for. But your love for your daughter saved your life--maybe you can save his too.

Snowflakes litter the dark fabric of his jacket when you bring your eyes back to him. He's still holding your hands. But there's the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Who knew that the big, bad leader of a crime syndicate had a soft spot. Could be soft at all. For a moment, time seems to stop and it's just the two of you standing on the sidewalk. But your peaceful reprieve is shattered by the sound of your name being called.

"Not now," you breathe, eyes closing.

"How's my spawn?" Your daughter's father's voice is so close now he could be standing behind you. "And who's this?"

You turn slowly. Face fixed in the perfect practiced picture of indifference. This is the first time since you left that you've encountered him in the wild. Seen him in person versus a picture on social media. Which is the reason you deactivated your Moments page. You don't need any more reminders of the life you escaped by the skin of your teeth.

"My daughter is fine." You say, tone clipped and precise. "This is S—"

Sylus cuts you off. "Skye. You must be the donor."

Your ex raises a brow at him. And you take a moment to survey him. What was once dirty blonde hair cut close to his head is overgrown. Greasy and hangs in his hazel eyes. Dyed a sickly kind of green that resembles what one coughs up when they're sick. When you were with him, you made him shower regularly. Made him take care of himself. But now that you've been long gone? It looks like his care of his appearance and hygiene went with you.

"I think you mean father." His voice is harsher now, directed at Sylus as he surveys the man that trumps him in height by at least a foot and a half.

And Sylus laughs with a shake of his head. "Sure, if you can tell me her favorite color."

"Easy. It's green." Your daughter's father smirks at you.

"You must think I'm referring to her." Sylus wraps an arm around your waist. "I mean her daughter. Her favorite color is pink. Though sometimes it changes to blue or purple. Depending on the day and season."