#coitus interruptus

[relentless-yearning]

A reminder to charge your toys. Or get new ones if yours are having issues charging 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

[divorcedlizbartlet]

ARGUMENTATIVE, ANTITHETICAL DREAM GIRLS

@tww-femslashfeb day 12: domestic fluff

Established relationship CJ/Carol, Rated M, 1,634 words. CJ and Carol don’t get the Saturday lie-in they’d hoped for; Toby makes a routine phone call and gets a very non-routine response.

read on ao3 - excerpt under the cut

Carol can’t remember the last time she’d had a full Saturday off, but waking up, she can already tell this Saturday is gonna be a good one. She wakes in a bed that isn’t her own, tangled in sheets and using a warm body as a pillow. Even as she enters the world of consciousness, she doesn’t move away to sit up or stretch, just lifts her head enough to smile at the sleeping woman whose bed she’d spent a very pleasant night in.

In sleep, CJ looks calm and peaceful in a way Carol doesn’t see anywhere else. She’s still, her body relaxed, unbothered by the sunlight peeking in through the curtains or the way her own hair is falling messily into her face. Carol almost doesn’t want to disturb her.

She presses a kiss to CJ’s sternum, and begins brushing her thumb over the angle of her hipbone. Almost.

[massy2ly]

Style really be doing God’s work… Get this crotch blocker a life, PLEASE

[wangxianficrecs]

Overwhelming Enthusiasm by Shadaras

Overwhelming Enthusiasm

by Shadaras (@shadaras)

M, 1k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Casefic Exchange

Summary: When the library’s alarms went off, Lan Qiren wearily expected to arrive to find an apologetic Wei Wuxian—possibly with one of the young disciples who looked up to him—explaining that No really I didn’t mean to touch that, I’m so sorry, let me reset that for you. Kay's comment: This was actually really funny, though I would give it a light gore warning. Really enjoyed it and the flavour of a good uncle Lan Qiren who has considerably warmed up to Wei Wuxian post-canon. Excerpt: “Shufu.” Lan Wangji let out a long breath. “A creature attracted to Yang energy appeared unexpectedly. We may have, ah. Overfed it. Until it burst.” There was a wealth of understatement in Lan Wangji’s words. Lan Qiren stared at the lattice-worked carvings that edged the library’s ceiling and attempted not to imagine the sequence of events. Or how Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had ‘overfed’ such a beast. “I see,” he said neutrally. “Have you identified the source of this creature? I’m surprised it could appear within the wards.” “I think it snuck in with us,” Wei Wuxian admitted. “There aren’t any obvious holes in the wards, and I don’t think it manifested from any texts in here, though admittedly I haven’t had time to check yet. Also, um, you can turn around? If that would help.”

pov lan qiren, post-canon, canon era, blood and gore, aftermath of violence, coitus interruptus, good uncle lan qiren, nerd wei wuxian family feels, slice of life, everyday means everyday

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[hells-belle]

Ghoulette prompts you say?

Sunshine and Aurora getting up to no good in Cumulus' bed and she walks in on them.

This is a bit all over the place but in my defense, I- oh my god look over there 👉, she's taking her cock out!!

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Mild intox kink, coitus interruptus, descriptions of drinking.

“Unholy fuck-” Someone groans and Aurora closes her eyes, puts all her focus into drinking down what's left. It feels like she's been at this  hours, her throat working endlessly, arms trembling with the strain of keeping steady.

“That's my fuckin girl!” Swiss says from somewhere to her left. “Just look at her go!”

“She's perfect for it.” Someone else replies. An older ghoul. “Light weight but not a lightweight.’

Fingers dimple her calf as Aurora swallows the last drop and pulls away from the tap. She coughs and blinks, trying to focus on the face in front of her but that's when whoever’s holding her up on the keg starts to lower her down and the alcohol makes the world swirl violently until she's back on her feet again. One hand flies to her mouth, the other to her stomach as she rocks back on her heels.

“You're good, you're good.” Swiss calls out, slapping a hand on her shoulder, his touch bleeding quintessence and her stomach quits flipping and settles. 

“You good?” He asks.

“I'm good!” She screams, pumping both fists in the air, legs planted wide as her head hangs.

“She's good!” The crowd roars and Aurora giggles, wiping away a slip of drool that sneaks out of the corner of her mouth. 

“I didn't think I could.” She says earnestly to Swiss, hiccuping here and there. “But that was fun!”

“Party like a rockstar.” He says, playfully ruffling her hair. “You’ve earned it kiddo. Helluva first tour.”

She knocks the hand off her head and pounces on him for a full body bear hug, nestling her face in his pectorals, breathing in his cologne. He smells so good, smoky and spicy and clean. Laundry detergent had no reason to be this sexy. She wants to bite him. She wants to fuck him. Both? Both is good.

“You're the best.” She says woozily. She's pretty sure she's drooling. “If I try to walk, I'm going to fall over.”

“That so?” He hums, petting her hair. She hums back and burrows deeper into his chest. She's definitely drooling. She's too aware of the heat of his skin under his shirt, his fingers curling over her scalp and how warm she's getting all over, especially between her thighs.

“Should carry meee…” She tries. Her tail curls lasciviously around his leg as she tries to give him puppy eyes. He’s so easy, he’s got to be picking up what she wants. He probably threaded his quintessence with a little pheromone booster to get her like this, the bastard, just to see her suffer.

“Wanna fuck-” She whines, hands going to his stomach. Grabbing whatever handfuls she can before tickling her fingers down, aiming for his belt. If she can get her hands down his pants, she's going to get her way because she's got him wrapped around her finger and-

“Sorry, sweetie.” He chuckles, grabbing her wrist. “Not tonight.”

“What!” She says, still muffled. She hits her forehead against his torso and he chuckles. Lets go of her wrist, but guide her hand in to see for herself why he’s rejecting her tonight. She feels the scratch of his happy trail as it widens, but when her fingers spread at the base of his cock, she feels…she feels…

She feels metal. Warmed from his temperature, the soft skin of his cock between thick metal rings.

“Not tonight.” He says again with the slightest bit of strain in his voice, barely detectable, as she explores the cage around his soft cock. Makes a nice little gasp when her finger finds the ridge of his tip and rubs it. “Someone else has precedence, honey.”

She pulls away from Swiss to squint at him, focusing with all her might to keep her eyes from crossing. She pulls her hand out of his pants and jabs the same finger that’d been rubbing him at his nose.

“Then help me find someone who will.” She hisses. “Since you're so damn complicated.”

She licks her finger for good measure and grins toothily at the way he narrows his eyes at her.

“I’ll ask this whole damn room.” He says lowly. “You want me to do that? Shout out the fact that you're drunk and feelin’ slutty, see who grabs you first?”

She giggles, then moans when his clever hands find her breasts and squeeze before wandering further up. He pushes on her chin until she opens and grabs her tongue when she sticks it out at him. 

“I’ll lead you around by this.” He says. “Take you from lap to lap.”

She moans as he gives her tongue a little wiggle. She half expects him to kiss her but he doesn't. Just looks up to scan the room, make good on his word and toss her to the first interested party he sees.

“Have fun, sweetie.” He says, in a saccharine tone before he's nudging her away, one finger on her nose pushing her, causing her to stumble on her feet before another pair of arms catches her. Now she smells citrus and sun warmed linen and okay, sure. She's fine with this. As long as she gets fucked soon.

“Poor thing,” Sunny croons, spinning her around. It’s too fast, the room keeps going long after Aurora stops. Then Sunny’s kissing her forehead. Aurora looks up at her in a silent plea, grabbing Sunny's hand and putting it over the spot Swiss had squeezed earlier. Sunny rubs her, soothes her distress and easily lifts her up. Aurora's legs lock around her waist, just the right angle to rub her aching clit against the bulge in Sunny’s pants. She lifts her face and Sunny kisses her, licks in and Aurora moans at the sharp taste of cinnamon whisky still on her tongue. 

“Let's blow this popsicle stand, huh?” Sunny asks cheekily when they separate. Aurora smiles innocently before whispering into her ear, “As long as I can blow you afterwards.” And then the both of them are snickering, Aurora rocking with each intentional jostle Sunny gives her as they make their exit, catcalls and whistles following them.

“You just gonna grind on me?” Sunny teases when they're out of earshot. “Wanna see if you can cum before we make it to a room?”

It feels like she might. She can feel herself getting wetter with each step, hole clenching and aching with the desire to be filled. The seam of her pants rubs her clit just the right way and she gasps, rolling her hips to repeat the sensation.

“Sunny,” she whimpers. She thinks she’s drooling again.

“Yeah, baby.” Sunny says, kissing her forehead again. “I hear you. Smell you too.”

Sunny’s giggling again but Aurora’s not.  The clench in her gut is altogether too real, Sunny’s body heat and the effortless way she’s carrying Aurora like she weighs nothing, combined with all of the alcohol in her system is swirling around in her body like a vortex, circling as it looks for a spot to land.  She hiccups and her eyes roll back, falling shut as she coils tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter, her pants rub her and Sunny bounces her in one arm, she’s almost there-

“Close enough,” Sunny mutters and tosses Aurora on the bed. She arches her back and cries out as the pleasure dies down, writhing to undo her pants and shove them off so she can get a hand on herself, in herself, something-!

Then Sunny’s practically falling over in her urgency to join Aurora on the bed, knocking her hand aside and covering her mouth in a deep kiss that Aurora sobs into when Sunny hitches her hips close, bumps her cock to Aurora’s clit and adjusts so she can slide in, warm and soothing to ease the ache inside her. 

“Yes,” Aurora pants, when they part. “Oh, Sunny, yes,”

“Just take what you need,” Sunshine murmurs into her ear, nudging the head of her cock deep and just right. “There, sweetie? You like it there?”

“Right there!” Aurora wheezes, wriggling her hand in between their bodies to rub frantically at her clit. She’s never felt so sensitive before, everything amplified, every nerve in her body singing like she’s in a storm and lightning is about to strike.  She screws her eyes shut, lets Sunny kiss her anywhere as she focuses on the pleasure building inside her again. Sunny keeps the pace, keeps pressure where Aurora needs it and lets her do what she has to.  It doesn’t take long, her fingers rubbing over the slippery little bump as Aurora whines, wiggles, circles her hips and then she’s gone,  Arching up with a squeak of a moan that cuts itself off as her brain shuts off, lost to her orgasm as it rides her nerves, from the tips of her fingers to the curl of her toes.

“So pretty…” Sunny teases as she rocks Aurora through it.  “Was that what your audition was like? No wonder Papa chose y-”

Someone flicks on the lights. 

Aurora shivers, still reeling with aftershocks and turns her face, whining with discomfort at the sudden brightness.  She can feel Sunny’s whole body go stiff, break out in a wave of fresh sweat as her cock seems to twitch and deflate ever so slightly. Aurora makes a soft noise and clenches, trying to get it to come back.

Then Cumulus speaks.

“Sunshine…” She says dangerously, in a tone that brings to mind dark skies and the low howl of distant winds. “Why are you on my bed?”

Sunshine clears her throat and Aurora looks away from the plead in her eyes.

“This is-” her voice cracks and Aurora winces. “Your bed?”

“Unless you’ve switched your decor to perfectly match mine.” Cumulus replies, nearly sing song. Still dangerous. Calm.  “What have I told you about thinking with your dick, sweetness?”

“Don’t…” Sunny replies, heavy with guilt as she hangs her head.

“Because?”

“Because it gets me in trouble.” Sunny says miserably. Her cock has softened enough to slip out of Aurora on its own now and they both shiver at the feel. 

“Because it gets you in trouble!” Cumulus repeats, sounding pleased.  “Now, Aurora. Darling. Show me those pretty eyes now, look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Aurora looks wildly at Sunny for some kind of reassurance but like she had avoided it earlier, Sunny avoids her now. So she wiggles, gets her chin hooked over Sunny’s shoulder and blinks in confused terror at Cumulus.  Leaning against the doorframe, she looks like she’s got all the time in the world to make them suffer.

“I’m not mad at you.” She says sweetly. “You’re so new and unused to things. The blame for this rests solely on Sunshine here, do you understand?” 

She nods. There's nothing else she can do, besides cling to Sunny, hiding their debauchery from Cumulus as best they can. 

Cumulus smiles. Her dimples never fail to cause a flutter in Aurora's chest, even now, tinged with precaution as they may be. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as Cumulus raises a hand, hair standing on end.

Cumulus snaps.

Something rips Sunny away with a voiceless howl, gales of wind sending the pillows flying, knocking down decorations as Cumulus advances, her hair blooming around her as objects swirl. Aurora gasps as she's lifted by the air, gentler as Cumulus waves a hand. Her bed rearranged itself, and she reclines like a queen taking tribute on her silken sheets. Aurora cranes her neck, searches for Sunny and spots her curled up in a corner, staring and unable to move.

“Come here, darling.” Cumulus says, patting the sheets beside her. “You get to watch Sunshine's punishment now, won't that be fun?”

“Will it?” Aurora asks as she's settled gently on the bed again. Cumulus purses her lips and fusses with the sheets, drawing them up around Aurora so she isn't cold. 

“Call it a freebie.” Cumulus says, kissing her forehead. “A get out of jail free card.”

She twirls a strand of Aurora's hair between her fingers.

“You can come in now, Swiss.” She calls casually and the shadows of the door morphs into something solid, slinking into the room and closing the door behind him. He shoves his hands in his pockets and gives her a one sided grin when he spots her staring in amazement at him.

“Hey, honey.” Swiss says softly. “Cat’s outta the bag now, huh?”

“Keep that one warm.” Cumulus commands. “That's all I want you to do.”

He murmurs a soft acknowledgement and shucks his clothes off, folding them and placing the carefully on the floor before he kneels and shuffles over to Sunshine. If Aurora squints, she can catch faint glints of light reflecting off the metal of his cage and she aches all over again at the thought. 

“Serves me right for sending her your way.” He mutters as he straddles Sunshine, lifting his tail so Aurora can see the other piece of hardware he’s got between his legs, keeping him ready for whatever Cumulus wants him to ride. “Come on, can't keep our lady waiting.”

Sunshine just whines as his hands wrap around her, jerking her to full mast again. Aurora lays her head on Cumulus' shoulder, throws a leg over her lap and snuggles, happy to play the favorite for now. A manicured hand strokes up to the wetness between her thighs, circles softly over her sore clit and Aurora squirms.

“Too soon?” Cumulus asks. Aurora dares a glance from under her eyelashes as Sunshine moans like she's in pain. 

“Just give me a minute…” she whispers. Her eyes fall to the small, silver key around Cumulus' neck and her ears prick up at the barely-there noise of Swiss sinking down on Sunshine. 

“Make sure she hits your sweet spot.” Cumulus calls and Aurora giggles, bucks her hips into the hand. “I don't want either of you having any relief tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” They reply, equal in misery as Aurora gasps in pleasure as one of Cumulus' fingers finally sinks in. 

“You, on the other hand.” Cumulus says, pulling Aurora in close. “Are going to learn why it's better to stay on my good side.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Aurora replies, meek in tone but with a shit eating grin as Cumulus gives her one final kiss.

[bloodybosom]

[warpedlegacywrites]

Chapter 10: An Unexpected Guest

Someone unexpected pays an unannounced visit to the Kirkwall estate.

A bright moon presides over the docks and dances over the water as a solitary figure, hood pulled low over his brow, disembarks from one of the newly arrived galleys. He breathes deeply of the air, the familiar aroma of brine and blood filling his nostrils, welcoming him back to the City of Chains. It is a fitting greeting.  The streets of Kirkwall are just as he remembers – and yet not. An indefinable change, like a mirage that dances out of sight when he turns his head. Perhaps he’s been away too long. Memory is a fluid, elusive thing – he knows that better than most. Yet it is memory that guides him from the docks down into the basin, where people know better than to ask questions. He buys a kebab and swiftly devours it, ravenous from his long journey. South for honour, then north again for his own sake – twice over the Waking Sea inside of a fortnight.  Part of him wants to rest in Darktown. Weariness is settling into his bones, and old aches are growing insistent. He isn’t as young as he once was, and has never been gentle on his body. Time is dragging him down. But he can’t rest yet.  He takes the tunnel to avoid the moonlit streets and begins his ascent in shadow and silence, feeling his way along walls of pitch black, following the glowing trail of lichen and wrinkling his nose at the foul chokedamp. It’s unlikely his presence will cause much of a stir nowadays, but he prefers no more surprises. And he’d rather avoid word of his arrival making its way to the Viscount’s Keep for as long as possible.  It’s a long way up to Hightown, even with this shortcut. The stone is hard on his bare feet, and dangerously slick in places. He’ll be glad for smooth, dry marble again. When he finally emerges into the familiar cellar some time later, he’s disturbed to see the layers of dust left behind have been thoroughly cleaned. Someone has been here. 

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[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 9/22/23

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Tranquilium

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types

Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Jack Crawford

Additional Tags: Morning After, Snuggles and fluff, Fluff, Hannibal Lecter Loves Will Graham, Will Graham Loves Hannibal Lecter, Sleepy Cuddles, Bottom Will Graham, Will Knows, Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper, Hannibal Lecter is a Cannibal, Murder Husbands, Set in s2 e6, Light Smut, depends on your definition of light but ah well

Summary: Instead of Alana, Hannibal spends the night with Will on the eve of Futamono.

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That’s what I’m talking about, man. Every time I watched a new episode, all I could think was “Goddamn these two just need to fuck already.” Which makes me appreciate a good ‘Will and Hannibal sleep together earlier’ divergence, as often as I can find them, lol. And really, it should have been him instead of Alana in the first place. That might just be the Hannigram shipper in me being a little demanding. Demanding like Will when his morning fuck gets interrupted.

This one’s a little short, but enticing. Just the right amount of set up and pay off. Though I will admit to being slightly disappointed because I read this before I saw the episode and when I did see it, I couldn’t help but hope that, y’know, it’d be Will in the bed and not Alana. Oh well…

Some of the best Canon Divergent stories are ones where prior knowledge of the actual canon events isn’t necessary. This succeeds in that, given that I have adored it since way before I saw Futamono. And after seeing it, I appreciate this one even more because of how close it stays to the actual events. That’s another aspect of these types of fics I love: when the author is able to keep it close to canon, but different enough to put their own personal spin on things.

Also the mental image of Hannibal and Will having a nice, loving, lazy morning fuck is just beautiful. It’s what they deserve.

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Next Week: We’re going from Murder Husbands to Dreamhusbands, lol. And this one is an old favorite of mine. I can summarize it very easily: Arthur/Eames + Survivor. Which doesn’t come close to doing it proper justice. Plus any appearance by Jeff Probst is almost as good as seeing A and E fall in love on reality TV.

See you then!