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[uncertainmess]

Echoes in the Dark

A new chapter of my fic, The thread that remains… is up!!

Summary:

Chained to memories not his own, Shouta has recorded the dreams that carve into his soul…buried himself in history… . . . ...until a pair of green eyes threatens to unravel it all.

[jsfix]

Tease

Kinktober Week One - Ruined Orgasm

Pairing: x Reader

Summary: you send your boyfriend a mirror pic while he’s on patrol

Warnings: MDNI, this is my first time writing smut/kink, reader with a vagina but no pronouns or descriptions, reader wears their bfs shirt, oral + vaginal fingering (r receiving), teasing, lots of commas probably, sexting ig, he’s kinda mean, it’s not discussed but they do have a safe word, you don’t come.. obviously. I think that’s it pls tell me if i’m missing any thx

WC: 975

AN: this was originally meant to be a Tim fic but then I was like ‘thiiis doesn’t sound like him’ so it’s for whichever bat boy yall want it to be :) feedback is appreciated and welcomed!!

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This was not your fault. Really. It wasn’t. Sure, you may have sent a slightly risqué photo to your boyfriend while he was out on patrol. But it wasn’t even that bad! Just a tasteful mirror pic of your upper half - messy hair, his favorite crop top hiding your chest but showing the expanse of your stomach down to where the picture cut off at your panty line. But you only sent it because that morning he had woken you up with a trail of kisses down your neck, hands wandering across your thighs inching closer and closer until - the alarm went off. He pulled away and, upon seeing your reaction, gave you a grin as he got ready for the day. 

That was fine. You got ready for work and went about your day. Until he’d sent you a voice message at the end of your lunch break that had you feeling really glad you’d decided to put on headphones before opening it. His moans flooded your ears, you could hear the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his length, the hitch of his breath just before he was about to come. He came with a loud groan of your name. 

So, yeah. It’s not really your fault that you’ve been.. frustrated all day. One thing you could blame yourself for, you suppose, is forgetting that you can’t out-tease the tease. 

There was a glint in his eye, a slight smirk on his face when he came home. He found you on the bed, eyes raking up and down your figure as you smiled innocently up at him. 

“Hi, honey,” you said sweetly, “how was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, moving to take off his suit. 

You stood up to help him as you usually did. It was kind of a night-time routine. You couldn’t sleep while he was out protecting the city, your mind refusing to relax until you saw him again, safe and, mostly, unharmed. You’d catalogue any wounds he had before going to the first aid kit to get the supplies you needed. Tonight, though, he only had some bruises. Humming in approval, you looked back up at him. 

He took your face in his hands, smiling down at you before giving you a sweet kiss, then another kiss, rougher this time. You rested your hands on his bare chest as your kisses grew more and more intense. 

“Got my text?” You asked when you pulled up for air. He didn’t answer, that glint in his eyes returning as his mouth moved down to your neck. You sighed as he began sucking the skin there, hands reaching up to tug at his locks. 

His hands found your hips, pushing you gently until the backs of your knees hit the bed frame. He followed you as you laid back on the mattress, continuing to leave marks. He continued his kisses down your body to your clothed chest, taking a nipple between his lips over the fabric and sucking. You let out a moan. 

“Love you in my clothes,” he muttered, his hand coming up to cup the other side of your chest, kneading it. 

“I know.” His lips quirked as he switched sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, hands caressing your hips as they jolted when he bit down. 

“Fuck!” You breathed out, moving your hips to grind against his before he pressed down on them, trapping you against the mattress with a tsk. 

“Slow down, baby,” he cooed, lips pressed against your stomach, leaving marks on his way down. He stopped right when he reached your underwear, avoiding where you needed him to suck at your thighs. You whined his name, fighting against his hands trying to find some friction. 

“God, you’re so needy,” he teased, biting down on your sensitive skin then using his tongue to soothe. 

“So desperate.. is that why you sent me a nude on patrol?” 

“It wasn’t a nude” you groaned out before deciding to mention his text from earlier that day. “And what about your-” you moaned as he finally brought his lips to your clit, pressing a kiss against it. 

“My what?” He smirked, this time licking against the wet patch on your underwear just as your lips parted. You gave up on trying to speak, moaning again sucked your clit through the fabric. 

“Please,” you moaned his name, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He took off your underwear, fingers just barely pressing against your clit, making you whine as you tried to move your hips to make contact only for him to pull away. 

“Okay,” he snickered, moving back down to stare between your legs, parting your lips and watching you pulse, slick pouring out of you.  He let out a groan before taking your clit between his lips. 

The press of his tongue moving up and down your slit made moan, hand reaching again to tug at his hair, tugging harder as he slid a finger inside of you. He moaned into you, his own hips pressing against the bed to chase his own pleasure as he thrusted a second finger inside. 

The pleasure was overwhelming - your back began to arch, stomach tightening, hands tugging harder at his hair. Just as you felt yourself about to come, he pulled away from you with a groan. You cried out his name in frustration.

“Baby,” He ran his hands against your thighs soothingly, voice soft as he called your name, “You okay?” You nodded, your breathing calming as he wiped a stray tear from your face. “Maybe that’ll teach you not to tease.” He laid a kiss on your forehead before heading towards the kitchen to get you a glass of water. It wasn’t until he came back that you noticed the wet patch on the front of his boxers.

[teamdilf]

Romance

Tagged by @foxeareddevilish - thank you!

Post your favorite romance scene that you have written!

This is from In Another World, my Solavellan time travel AU. The premise is that after Solas is murdered by the Executors, Iris travels back in time to the moment of the breach. The Solas of this timeline finds himself suspicious of Iris’ behaviour, leading to a far different dynamic between the two of them. It’s complete and published on AO3 if people are interested in reading it.

Solas stands up and begins pacing around her quarters, bracing his abdomen with his left arm. “With the veil in place, a once-mortal elf would have needed an immortal to tie their life to their own, yet such an act would have guaranteed your death when his own heart stilled.” He continues pacing and she waits, defeated, for Solas to piece together more of their life together as he mutters in Elven. “Unless you lived in the Fade. Not necessarily the Vhen’Theneras; that may not have been enough to rekindle your connection to the Fade.” He switches to Trade and she scowls at him but opts not to remind him again that she speaks Elven fluently. “How did you survive the raw Fade? With the anchor as a beacon, surely powerful demons must have descended upon the two of you, yet you say you were married for two decades. Was it a demon who murdered me? I find that hard to believe - with the orb even the most powerful demon should not have bested me…”

“Your name means ‘Pride’,” she mutters. “My Solas was significantly humbled by the time we married, though I hope you will not have to endure all he did in order to reach that humility.”

“What convinced him to stay his hand, in the end?”

“You care for me.” Solas hesitates and then nods his head. “It’s not the way it was the first time around because we’re both filthy fucking liars and I have a lot more information that you’re trying to squeeze out of me, but you care. I care for you; not because a version of you became my husband, but because you’re clever, kind and so utterly brilliant that it drives me mad. You’re also foolish and prideful and your little stunt in Haven would have been the end of me had you not survived. Were I not drowning in my grief, I probably could have figured out my story wouldn’t hold up to your scrutiny. For whatever it’s worth, I don’t like being dishonest with you and you may be surprised to learn that Solas promised he would be honest with me when we reunited and he kept that promise as best he could. It was hard for him, given his history - given your shared history, I suppose, but he trusted me. I don’t know how to work together beyond our duties to the Inquisition because there is a sharp misalignment of our goals.”

Solas stops his pacing and faces her, his gaze hot and she fidgets with her fingers, looking away from him. “I am not your husband, Iris.”

“Nor do I expect you to be. I’m not the woman he met 30 years ago any longer; pretending to be at all was folly.”

“Would you tell me something about him? Not something from my life, but something from his life? The pieces you shared.” His request is soft, his manner gentler than it’s been throughout their entire conversation.

“We made music together - he played the harpsichord and I played the violin. The songs were for our ears alone but they were beautiful. Romantic.” Her eyes sting and she blinks rapidly, warding off her tears. “I sang the first song we wrote together as he died so he would know I was there. That he wasn’t going to die alone. He was scared, Solas. He didn’t want to die.”

Solas goes quiet and covers his mouth with his hand, looking out the window at the Frostbacks. “Thank you for doing that for him. It meant a great deal.”

“You aren’t him,” she says, repeating his words back to Solas, eyes stinging once more and she wipes at her eyes, hoping he does not see her tears.

“I am enough of him to understand what it would have meant and why he loved you so.”

Tagging @daisywalletchains and @gefionne if you’re interested!

[anoodleyqueer]

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

madoka magica more like madoka tragica amirite

[unicornpopcorn14]

For the hurt comfort prompts, how about "Just breathe, it’ll be over soon" or "Asking them every two minutes if they need something" for skk? I think the kind of scenarios that would lead to them saying/doing those things for each other would be interesting!

Skk whump || 8.5K words || One Shot

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

(Sorry for the long wait on thiss :'> Hope you enjoy <3)

Hurt/Comfort prompts

[disaster-j]

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

Summary:

Black did not care for school when he was eight and had his baby brother at his side. He doesn't understand why hia thought he'd go willingly now that he doesn't really have to. But Todd beams at the idea, immediately jumps at the opportunity to act like a normal kid like that fucker Sean. Black would like to remind Todd that normal kids can't crack a man's skull open with a light punch but hia's giving him that look that clearly means he'll be forced to consume vegetables if he opens his mouth so he wisely keeps it shut. Thankfully, Sean is not smart like him and opens his stupid hole despite the warnings. "That's fucking dumb, you two can't go to school! What if you kill someone?" "It's highly likely. You know, it's a stressful environment. Lots of unknown variables. Could very easily kill someone." Apparently, the pros of getting an actual education outweigh the cons of murdering some teenager as far as hia's concerned. Maybe Black was better off with the scientists.

Hey hello hi! Would anyone care to read the fic that was my biggest passion project for most of 2022 which i wrote and finalised several chs for but didn't end posting anything before my hyperfixations got away from me and i fell into a writer's block hellhole?

[fightingforcreativity]

Masterpost

For the @buckybarnesbingo

A big thank you @dreaminglypeach who betaed most of my work and made it possible for me push out one piece after another.

Everyone at the bbb discord, you guys are amazing too and it was terrific to join you in the Round Ribon Madness!!!!  Fills: B1: Thirst ~ Guarding You- Chapter 2: Guard Your Heart ~ Rating: E ~ WinterIronHusbands B2: Kink: edging ~ Competitive Edge  ~Rating: E ~ Stucky, hinted Stuckony (prerelationship) B3: Lost their powers ~ BBB November 2020 Round Robin  ~Rating: G B4: Collateral damage ~ BBB Discord Party Round Robin  ~Rating: T ~ Stucky, FrostPepperony  B5: Bucky/Tony ~ The Muse's Mark  ~Rating: M ~WinterIron

U1Kink: you're such a tease ~ Your Teasing Makes Me Hot  ~Rating: E  ~WinterIron U2Image: Tony fixing Bucky's arm ~ The Difference Between Before And Now  ~Rating: M ~ (pre) WinterIron U3: Graveyard ~ HYDRA's Dolly  ~Rating: T   U4: Rhodey/Tony/Bucky ~ Are You Sure About This?  ~Rating: E ~ WinterIronHusbands U5: Partner in crime ~ Catch Me If You Can  ~Rating: E ~ WinterIron

C1: Presumed dead ~ A Letter To The Dead  ~Rating: M ~ WinterIron C2: Jealously ~ And They Were Roommates  ~Rating: T ~  WinterIron, one-sided Justin/Tony C3: Free square ~ Stupidi in amori  ~Rating: T ~Stuckony C4: Kink: knife play ~ I Trust You  ~Rating: M ~ Stucky C5: Mind control or brainwashing ~ The Name You Gave Me  ~Rating: M 

K1: Kink: body worship ~ To Love Every Peace Of You  ~Rating: E ~WinterIron, (background) Steve/Rhodey K2: "Are you even trying?" ~ BBB Round Robin Fic - October 2020  ~Rating: T ~ everyone is poly because Avengers   K3: Kink: body modification ~ Modify Babe  ~Rating: M ~ WinterIron K4: Writing format: outsider POV ~ The Name You Gave Me - Chapter 5: A List Of Sins  ~Rating: M  K5: Great depression ~ The other Earth (-Beginning-)  ~Rating: M ~WinterIronWidow

Y1: Murder strut ~ Not Again  ~Rating: E ~ WinterIron Y2: Bodyguard ~ Guarding You - Chapter 1: En Garde  ~Rating: E ~WinterIronHusbands Y3: Take the shot ~ Guarding You- Chapter 9: Guarding You  ~Rating: E ~WinterIronhusbands Y4: Surprise dancing ~ Missed Dance- Second Chance  ~Rating: G ~ WinterIron Y5: Rescue mission ~ The reason why Fury doesn't do vacations.  ~Rating: T ~WinterIronFury

[uncertainmess]

Anyone willing to beta read?

Heyo! So, for those of you who are familiar with my works on AO3, you already know what kind of stories and pairs I write. For those of you who don't...I write for the MHA fandom.

My main pair is AiDeku, which I know is not everyone's cup of tea. So, if it is not yours, please ignore and move on. I also write Eraseminc, dadzawa, dadmight, and just general fics, mostly with loads of fluff and just comfort vibes. I am getting back to writing after quite a few months, and I don't have a beta reader. So, if anyone is willing to help me out, or even just help as a sounding board so I can discuss ideas and such, I would be extremely grateful! Let me know if you are interested, and thanks in advance!! ✨