#writing this

[dirtygir1]

so many thoughts running though my head but i’m just thinking ab being a resident and coming onto Jack and he’s so fucking nervous and conflicted he can’t even look at you (yes. i’m writing this soon.)

he’s invited you into his home for a drink after a a shift, just to see if you’re liking ptmc and the night shift rotation in general. he starts freaking out when you kiss him, rubbing at his chest over his shirt. “i..i can’t do this with you.” he breaths into your mouth, though he doesn’t pull away. in fact he’s got his arms stiff as a board on the side of him while you’re on your knees on his couch, rubbing at his biceps.

“mmm..why not?” “because i’m your attending, and you’re my resident,” he shakes his head, groaning when you deepen the kiss. “it’s..it’s an abuse of power and it’s…” a throaty sound comes from him when he feels you drag your hands up his shirt, nails so taunting against his skin that feels on fire. “it’s not right, you’re so young.” “yeah? i am?” you say against his lips, feeling him nod against you.

“think i’m a big girl, i can make my own decisions.” you’re not met with a fight when you pull his shirt over his head, and his eyes stay towards the ceiling as his breath heaves. you’re almost nose to nose as you bite your lip, searching for his eyes while they bounce around everywhere but you.

“Jack,” you lure him with your finger under his chin, forcing the contact while he licks his lips, a dirty, remorseful expression on his face. “do you want this?” your eyes don’t leave his until you kiss at his cheek, trailing lower and tonguing at the scruff of his jaw, feeling him relax in your touch with a sigh. he squirms in his seat, his legs spreading under you as he grabs at the inside of his thigh. aww.

“y..yeah. yes, sweetheart. jesus,” he finds the peaking skin under your top as he grabs at your hip, the hand hot against you as you suck on his neck. “i’d..ohmygod, i don’t even know what i’d do to you.” he ticks his head over in the slightest, giving you more room as you kiss down to his collarbone.

“honey it’s unethical, it’s not safe i-i mean i’m your boss—” “Jack.” you finally lift up, he’s got these big puppy eyes looking back at you. “take off your pants.” “okay.”

[kira-loves0905]

Caleb is a teenager. All hormones and irrational decisions were prominent at this era of his life. Of course, he had his fair share of.. exploring beyond his years.

Which is why his stiff exterior perked up at the sounds upstairs. His game screen on pause, fingers clutching the controller tight.

What the heck is happening?

"Z-Zayne.. I can't do it-"

"..just breath in when I tilt it up."

"ow!"

"be quiet." Caleb heard the rustle of sheets. It can't be right? It can't be. His best friend (begrudgingly) and his meimei..

"it's so hard!"

"no, it's not. you just need some stretching."

"please, Zayne. I-!"

that made Caleb snap.

he tosses the controller out of the way, uncaring whether it hit the TV screen and made it cracked. he made it upstairs within record time as his legs burned from the sudden force.

WHAM!

"what the fuck- oh.."

silence.

it stretched out the same way as Caleb's thoughts stirred— he tried to comprehend the scene before him. MC was sat by the bed with the future doctor behind her.

it wasn't what Caleb thought was happening.

"good, you're here." teenage Zayne tilts his glasses upright.

"..what are you guys doing?" Caleb forces his breath to become stable.

"stretching her stiff neck."

"sorry, gege." MC sweatdrops, smiling sheepishly. "I'm late in our gaming hours."

"no, that's fine." he stammers out, shaking his head. "just what is- like, what is happening here, pips?"

"well," Zayne answers for her, which ticks Caleb's infuriation. "a certain someone made her stay up late playing games. now she can barely move her head without wincing."

ever the calm boy, Zayne continues to massage MC's shoulders and rotating her head. he glanced up at Caleb, the boy's silence made Zayne smirk.

ah, boys.

"since you're so interested at what we're doing." Zayne's hands just pressed a tad firmer on MC's skin. "I'll do you next."

Caleb has never bolt out of the room so fast in his life.

[local-lover-boy]

My husband

The first time you call Neuvillette your husband, even though you two aren't married

You were at a social banquet full of the upper class and government officials. Neuvillette had insisted you come with him, not wanting to go by himself as he has been for the last 400 years. Though he wanted to stay glued to your side for the entire night, as soon as you two walked into the room (hand in hand) he was immediately whisked away to converse with various officials. This left you to try to navigate the social networking alone. As the Iudex's lover you were expected to be polite and knowledgable, and personally you wanted to keep most of who you are out of the public eye. So you always brought the conversation topic to something having to do with Neuvillette.

A group of government officials of lesser importance and reporters had formed a semicircle around you, chatting away about the current state of affairs. When someone turned to you to ask for your opinion, you began to think back on what Neuvillette had said about the subject. "Well, my husband-" before you could finish that sentence, you felt a hand on your back and a presence to your right. You turn to see your lover next to you, with the giddiest smile on his face. He locks eyes with you for a moment, eyes full of vulnerability, searching yours. Swiftly, he joins the conversation, seamlessly bring back the flow and entertaining the group around you. The moment between you two was so brief that no one around you even noticed there was a moment. But to you and Neuvillette, the moment was an eternity where millions of words of love were exchanged.

Eventually the night came to an end, and Neuvillette held your hand once more and you began walking back to your shared home. Once you both were out of earshot of the guests he turned to you and almost whispered "Husband?" with a shy smile on his face. You giggled and began to curl into yourself as much as you could (which wasn't much, you were standing and Neuvi had your hand). "Maybe..." you responded. "It just felt right.... it came naturally..." you continued. "Does it bother you?" you asked. "mmmm no not in the slightest, I quite like the idea of being seen as you your husband.... I like the idea of being your husband," He confessed. You held both his hands and with eyes as big as saucers you asked "Really?" He shuffled a little closer and said "definitely," before he leaned down to give you a soft kiss.

[send-me-to-the-exr]

Enjoltaire AU where Grantaire doesn't actually speak french bc he moved to Paris for an exchange program and liked it (and a certain person) so much that he decided to stay. Les Amis are all fluent in English so they all speak English for his benefit. However, sometimes Enjolras gets really flustered during an argument and yells something in french. Grantaire has no idea what it means, but he assumes it's something like "I hate you god you're annoying" . One day he looks it up one day and turns out all this time Enjolras has been saying stuff like "God I love you" or "I really want to kiss you right now"

[adult-sauce]

@butchcockiness2

Transmasc Daddy who's been teasing and torturing his princess's prostate and pussy with his fingers, pussy pumps and sensitivity lotions until she's a babbling and drooling mess. Biting and sucking on her nipples until she squeals and making them puff and stiffen up until they're hard enough to cut diamonds before putting them in clamps as she howls in joy and agony. Daddy fucks her prostate with his T-dick and silicone cock until she squirts and comes all over herself, as her pussy is scrambled by a Hitachi at max setting. Daddy cuddles and cock warms her as she sobs and shudders through another orgasm whispering into her ear that she's such a good girl for taking it all so well.

This post is about transfem/transmasc lesbian sex

[to-get-to-the-sky]

To be a modern writer isn't to gaze woefully out of rain-streaked windows beside candlesticks running with wax... It is to sit in a perfect semicircle shrimp position over a laptop, jabbing at the keyboard frantically with both index fingers as though the force of each press will make the story flow faster. Oh, how we evolve.

[lostinlovingrevery]

ooooh i need logan jerking off in front of you and you don't let him cum, telling him to slow down every time he gets close and forcing him to edge himself but the moment you call him a pretty boy who's so good for listening to you he just busts right there involuntarily.