I stan BTS (was supposed to see them today 😭), BlackPink, Mamamoo (Hwasa is queeeeen ❤️), ATEEZ, TXT, Chungha, and a few more. I listened to kpop in high school, and got back into it recently after taking kpop dance class at a studio for exercise. When did the dances get so HARD?!
The last two I watched are My Hero Academia and Food Wars (which was my new favorite before it took a turn into AWFULNESS). I also got back into kpop, so there’s that.
SMUT #14: Behave.
I wrote Oshitari Yuushi with my OC, Shigohara Minako because... yeah.
A/N: Jesus, this is filthy. Y’all did this to me, I hope you know that. This is also my first time writing smut wahoo hope you’re pleased with it. Now I’m off to find holy water or something. Y’all are going to look at me so differently from now on wtf did I just do
NSFW under the cut, do not read unless over 18+.
Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (use protection in real life pls), pure smut, mild dirty talk, Oshitari is kind of a dom here, sub OC, mild choking/breathplay if you squint, mini-angst near the end, i’m sorry this is pwp filth.
Oshitari Yuushi was beyond frustrated.
It was another one of those fancy gala events, where the upper crust and their offspring dressed in formal wear and exchanged pleasantries over thousand-dollar-pours of vintage champagne. Tonight was celebrating the jasmine flower first bloom - or something equally trivial, it was always just an excuse to hold a party. There was one every other week; he was used to it.
Except. Except. What he wasn’t used to was one Shigohara Minako, the current subject of his affection, taking every opportunity to toy with him. It started with a few “accidental” grazes here and there, teasing smiles and winks. As the evening went on, her moves got bolder - she’d slid her bare leg against his under the poker table. When he shot her a warning look, she’d bitten her lip and raised her brows coyly.
He was wound up and painfully hard by the time the second half of the evening rolled around. When she deliberately swirled her tongue around her drink straw — well, that was it. He grabbed her by the arm, yanking her with him. “I’m taking you home,” he growled.
“Now?” she feigned surprise. “But it’s still early.”
“I’m taking you home.”
When they reached her home, he was practically shoving her up the stairs towards his room so he could have his way with her. She smirked, taking the stairs one delicate step at a time. “Impatient, are we? Yuushi, you know I can’t walk in these heels very well--”
“Shut up.” He immediately scooped her up in his arms, making her yelp, and started taking three stairs in every step until he reached his bedroom.
After he locked the door, he whirled to face her, the look in his eyes practically feral. His hands went to tug at her dress. “This. Off,” he commanded.
She obliged, but took her time removing each garment, giving him a show until she was entirely naked. He shed his own clothes at a record speed.
“Like what you see?” she asked, lip curving seductively.
He practically pounced on her, pushing her onto the bed, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. “You know I do,” he said, palming her curves. “God you were such a tease tonight.” His lips found her neck, nipping the skin there. “Trying to seduce me like that. I wanted to bend you over the banquet table and take you in front of everyone.”
Her thighs clenched at his words. “Mm.. ah… probably- would’ve- made the party more interesting,” she said in between the frantic meeting of their lips.
“You were toying with me because you were bored?” His tongue worked against his cheek. “Think you need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, one hand at the nape of her neck, pushing her head down into the pillow. He smirked, hearing her sharp gasp. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like being manhandled like this?”
She nodded, whimpering incoherent words into the pillow.
“God, you’re gorgeous like this.” He dipped two fingers into her wetness, tracing slow circles around her center.
Minako cocked her head to the side. “Well, don’t keep me waiting,” she whined, wiggling her ass at him enticingly.
Crack! He smacked her on the left cheek. “Behave,” he said roughly, his breath hot in her ear, the words causing arousal to shoot straight to her core.
“Yuushi… I’m ready,” she whined again. “I just need you inside me, please.”
“Don’t know if you deserve it,” he grunted, positioning himself behind her, rutting against her slightly. “Being such a tease at dinner. Trying to get me hard.” He plunged two fingers into her, making her cry out. As he withdrew them, she bucked back against him, but he kept her held down with one hand on her neck.
“Yuushi—”
He pressed his hard length against her thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” His hand wrapped around her throat, not quite squeezing, but a reminder that he was in control.
“Yes, yes anything—” she choked out. “Please Yuushi, just— I need you—”
“I love it when you beg.” In one sharp thrust, he buried himself within her. Her back arched as she gasped, she nearly came right then.
“Yuushi… that feels so good,” she breathed, her body jolting forward with every move, hands desperately fisting the sheets for something to cling onto.
His hips snapped against hers, setting a punishing pace even as the minutes wore on. “Fuck, yes,” he cursed under his breath. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her back towards him with every move. “You’re— ah, so fucking perfect, Minako, you know that? You’re so perfect, were you made to fit me?”
His words of praise encouraged a familiar tightness to form. “I’m close, Yuushi…” she babbled, clutching the bedsheet underneath. “I’m close… I’m so close...”
“Already?” He chuckled as he pounded into her. “Such an eager girl. Getting off so quickly.” He punctuated each word with a spank.
“Yuushi...” Her breath quickened, vision starting to blur. “I’m... I’m gonna—”
He suddenly slowed down and fisted one hand in her brown hair, yanking her head back to trail kisses down her jaw and the side of her neck. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” he murmured in that low Kansai dialect.
“I… what?”
“Tell me, princess…” His hips rolled, drawing out the thrust, making her moan under him. “Behave, and I’ll give you what you want.” He slicked one finger with his tongue, and used it to apply pressure against her clit.
“Oh god, Yuushi…” Her jaw was going slack with pleasure, writhing under him.
“Say it…” he said, withdrawing completely to grind against her at achingly slow pace. “Say it.”
“I’m yours—” she panted helplessly. “I’m yours, Yuushi, please! Please just—” Whatever words she was saying were lost on her lips as he slammed into her again, increasing his speed until she was crying out, shivering beneath him. A few more thrusts and he followed her over the edge, groaning lowly in her neck.
“Holy hell,” he croaked as they both collapsed in a sweaty heap onto the bed. His thighs were practically quaking with exertion, but he managed to push himself upright. “Be right back,” he murmured, before going to the bathroom to clean up.
He reemerged with a damp towel, tenderly cleaning the mess on her, before tossing it into the laundry and pulling her into his arms. “You okay?” he asked, pressing his lips to her hairline as he stroked her hair. “I wasn’t too rough?”
“I’m great,” she murmured contently, snuggling against him. “Damn Yuushi, I’m going to have to tease you more often if it means getting punished like that.”
He reached down to spank her bottom lightly, making her squeal. “Naughty girl.”
She curled up closer, resting her head on his chest. “Yours,” she corrected, stifling a yawn.
“What?” he said, feeling his heart go warm and soft.
“Your naughty girl,” she repeated sleepily, her eyelids already starting to droop.
He smiled. “Mine,” he echoed quietly, almost mournfully, as she drifted to sleep in his arms. “Mine.” For a moment, he even dared to believe it.
But they both knew she would leave in the morning after. They both knew he would pretend he didn’t care, pretend he was ok with it, pretend he wasn’t affected by it. They both knew that all it took was another look, a text, a smile, from her, and they would do this all over again.
In these moments, he could pretend she was his. But in reality, every little piece of him, every broken and battered part of his heart, body, and soul — belonged to her and to her only.
That, they both knew.
SMUT #14: Behave.
I wrote Oshitari Yuushi with my OC, Shigohara Minako because... yeah.
A/N: Jesus, this is filthy. Y’all did this to me, I hope you know that. This is also my first time writing smut wahoo hope you’re pleased with it. Now I’m off to find holy water or something. Y’all are going to look at me so differently from now on wtf did I just do
NSFW under the cut, do not read unless over 18+.
Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (use protection in real life pls), pure smut, mild dirty talk, Oshitari is kind of a dom here, sub OC, mild choking/breathplay if you squint, mini-angst near the end, i’m sorry this is pwp filth.
Oshitari Yuushi was beyond frustrated.
It was another one of those fancy gala events, where the upper crust and their offspring dressed in formal wear and exchanged pleasantries over thousand-dollar-pours of vintage champagne. Tonight was celebrating the jasmine flower first bloom - or something equally trivial, it was always just an excuse to hold a party. There was one every other week; he was used to it.
Except. Except. What he wasn’t used to was one Shigohara Minako, the current subject of his affection, taking every opportunity to toy with him. It started with a few “accidental” grazes here and there, teasing smiles and winks. As the evening went on, her moves got bolder - she’d slid her bare leg against his under the poker table. When he shot her a warning look, she’d bitten her lip and raised her brows coyly.
He was wound up and painfully hard by the time the second half of the evening rolled around. When she deliberately swirled her tongue around her drink straw — well, that was it. He grabbed her by the arm, yanking her with him. “I’m taking you home,” he growled.
“Now?” she feigned surprise. “But it’s still early.”
“I’m taking you home.”
When they reached her home, he was practically shoving her up the stairs towards his room so he could have his way with her. She smirked, taking the stairs one delicate step at a time. “Impatient, are we? Yuushi, you know I can’t walk in these heels very well--”
“Shut up.” He immediately scooped her up in his arms, making her yelp, and started taking three stairs in every step until he reached his bedroom.
After he locked the door, he whirled to face her, the look in his eyes practically feral. His hands went to tug at her dress. “This. Off,” he commanded.
She obliged, but took her time removing each garment, giving him a show until she was entirely naked. He shed his own clothes at a record speed.
“Like what you see?” she asked, lip curving seductively.
He practically pounced on her, pushing her onto the bed, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. “You know I do,” he said, palming her curves. “God you were such a tease tonight.” His lips found her neck, nipping the skin there. “Trying to seduce me like that. I wanted to bend you over the banquet table and take you in front of everyone.”
Her thighs clenched at his words. “Mm.. ah… probably- would’ve- made the party more interesting,” she said in between the frantic meeting of their lips.
“You were toying with me because you were bored?” His tongue worked against his cheek. “Think you need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, one hand at the nape of her neck, pushing her head down into the pillow. He smirked, hearing her sharp gasp. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like being manhandled like this?”
She nodded, whimpering incoherent words into the pillow.
“God, you’re gorgeous like this.” He dipped two fingers into her wetness, tracing slow circles around her center.
Minako cocked her head to the side. “Well, don’t keep me waiting,” she whined, wiggling her ass at him enticingly.
Crack! He smacked her on the left cheek. “Behave,” he said roughly, his breath hot in her ear, the words causing arousal to shoot straight to her core.
“Yuushi… I’m ready,” she whined again. “I just need you inside me, please.”
“Don’t know if you deserve it,” he grunted, positioning himself behind her, rutting against her slightly. “Being such a tease at dinner. Trying to get me hard.” He plunged two fingers into her, making her cry out. As he withdrew them, she bucked back against him, but he kept her held down with one hand on her neck.
“Yuushi—”
He pressed his hard length against her thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” His hand wrapped around her throat, not quite squeezing, but a reminder that he was in control.
“Yes, yes anything—” she choked out. “Please Yuushi, just— I need you—”
“I love it when you beg.” In one sharp thrust, he buried himself within her. Her back arched as she gasped, she nearly came right then.
“Yuushi… that feels so good,” she breathed, her body jolting forward with every move, hands desperately fisting the sheets for something to cling onto.
His hips snapped against hers, setting a punishing pace even as the minutes wore on. “Fuck, yes,” he cursed under his breath. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her back towards him with every move. “You’re— ah, so fucking perfect, Minako, you know that? You’re so perfect, were you made to fit me?”
His words of praise encouraged a familiar tightness to form. “I’m close, Yuushi…” she babbled, clutching the bedsheet underneath. “I’m close… I’m so close...”
“Already?” He chuckled as he pounded into her. “Such an eager girl. Getting off so quickly.” He punctuated each word with a spank.
“Yuushi...” Her breath quickened, vision starting to blur. “I’m... I’m gonna—”
He suddenly slowed down and fisted one hand in her brown hair, yanking her head back to trail kisses down her jaw and the side of her neck. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” he murmured in that low Kansai dialect.
“I… what?”
“Tell me, princess…” His hips rolled, drawing out the thrust, making her moan under him. “Behave, and I’ll give you what you want.” He slicked one finger with his tongue, and used it to apply pressure against her clit.
“Oh god, Yuushi…” Her jaw was going slack with pleasure, writhing under him.
“Say it…” he said, withdrawing completely to grind against her at achingly slow pace. “Say it.”
“I’m yours—” she panted helplessly. “I’m yours, Yuushi, please! Please just—” Whatever words she was saying were lost on her lips as he slammed into her again, increasing his speed until she was crying out, shivering beneath him. A few more thrusts and he followed her over the edge, groaning lowly in her neck.
“Holy hell,” he croaked as they both collapsed in a sweaty heap onto the bed. His thighs were practically quaking with exertion, but he managed to push himself upright. “Be right back,” he murmured, before going to the bathroom to clean up.
He reemerged with a damp towel, tenderly cleaning the mess on her, before tossing it into the laundry and pulling her into his arms. “You okay?” he asked, pressing his lips to her hairline as he stroked her hair. “I wasn’t too rough?”
“I’m great,” she murmured contently, snuggling against him. “Damn Yuushi, I’m going to have to tease you more often if it means getting punished like that.”
He reached down to spank her bottom lightly, making her squeal. “Naughty girl.”
She curled up closer, resting her head on his chest. “Yours,” she corrected, stifling a yawn.
“What?” he said, feeling his heart go warm and soft.
“Your naughty girl,” she repeated sleepily, her eyelids already starting to droop.
He smiled. “Mine,” he echoed quietly, almost mournfully, as she drifted to sleep in his arms. “Mine.” For a moment, he even dared to believe it.
But they both knew she would leave in the morning after. They both knew he would pretend he didn’t care, pretend he was ok with it, pretend he wasn’t affected by it. They both knew that all it took was another look, a text, a smile, from her, and they would do this all over again.
In these moments, he could pretend she was his. But in reality, every little piece of him, every broken and battered part of his heart, body, and soul — belonged to her and to her only.
#50 from Fluff/Romance/General-- You're a terrible liar. Any pairing 👀 (Stay safe!!)
Fluff #50 -- “You’re a terrible liar.” Wrote RyoSaku for y’all (also kinda a future fic, but not too far into the future.)
“Game and match, Seigaku’s Echizen! 6-3.”
From the sidelines, Sakuno cheered for her boyfriend as he shook hands with the Yamabuki 3rd year. It was the first game of the season, the first one since he’d been appointed captain, and he had already led Seigaku to a decisive victory. She beamed with pride.
“Amazing,” a reporter muttered from next to her, snapping pictures rapidly. “We’re probably going to see Echizen on the challenger circuits this year, won’t we?”
“Yeah, it would be a waste of his talents if he just stuck to playing in high school,” another reporter agreed. “It’s the perfect time for him to start playing outside Japan.”
At this, Sakuno’s eyes suddenly widened. ‘That’s right…’ she thought to herself in realization. ‘Ryoma’s probably leaving soon…’ She always knew that he had to take his talents elsewhere… but she didn’t think that it’d be so soon. Especially since after crushing hard on him for five years, they’d finally, finally begun dating.
She quietly excused herself from the group to be alone with her thoughts. It was a particularly hot day. After strolling through the grounds for a couple minutes, Sakuno leaned up against a tree trunk, taking refuge in the cooler shade.
Before long, a shadow appeared in front of her. “There you are. I was looking for you, where’d you go?”
She smiled halfheartedly. “Ah, just for a walk.”
He peered down at her. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing’s wrong.” She forced a cheerful tone in her voice. “You played amazing today, Ryoma-kun.”
He lifted his cap slightly, to get a better read on her face. “You’re a terrible liar, Ryuzaki.”
“I… what?”
He knelt down on the grass. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
Her breath caught, and it took her two tries to get the words out. “I mean… You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” she finally said, fiddling with the bottom of her skirt. To her horror, tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “To achieve your dreams? You can’t do that here.” You can’t do that if you’re stuck here.
He flopped down next to her, resting his head on her thigh. “What do you know about my dreams?” he said, looking up at her face.
His golden gaze held hers, intense and unwavering, and Sakuno felt her face heat up. “Um… to be the best tennis player in the world, right?”
“That’s true…” He hummed, low in his throat, and she felt her heart drop slightly. “But I have a lot of dreams,” he said. He shot her a look, his expression unreadable, before pulling his cap down over his face.
She thought about asking him what that meant, but fear took over and her words died on her lips. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest.
A few minutes later, she checked her watch and nearly yelped. “Ryoma-kun, we’re going to be late for the closing ceremony.” She attempted to move her leg, jostling the cap from his face. “Come on, we have to go.”
“Just a little longer,” he mumbled, without opening his eyes. “Just stay with me a little longer.”
Sakuno sighed exasperatedly. They were going to be reprimanded again. He was always getting her in trouble, into some sort of mischief. As responsible as she liked to think she was, he could probably get her to do almost anything.
The thought was both treacherous and hopeful. For him, she’d do almost anything.
For fluff how about #6 for the first pairing that comes to your mind? Love you and hope you're doing well 💖
#6. Compliments won’t pay my drinks
I wrote Oishi x Akane future fic LOL wow this drabble got so needlessly long.
It was rare for Shuichirou to venture into a bar. As a student in his final year of med school, he was accustomed to staying up late, but only to study notes and charts. He hardly went to social events, and never drank alcohol aside from the occasional beer. So stepping into a bar past midnight was unheard of, at least for him.
But tonight, he really could use something stronger. The last few clinical rotations had taken their toll on him… and well, his personal life hadn’t been going so great. He’d been so focused on school that his girlfriend finally decided that she’d had enough, and dumped him.
He’d dated the same girl throughout med school, though looking back, it was never a good fit. She seemed content to coast through school with mediocre grades, get matched with a third-tier residency program, and have an unremarkable life. It was a far cry from his first girlfriend, a girl with fiery red hair and an equally fiery ambition, perhaps too much so. They dated on and off throughout college, before her career led her down a path away from him.
Shuichirou shook his head a couple times, making his way over to the only bar within walking distance of his school. Either way, he was alone and stressed, and alcohol ought to help with that.
He plopped down onto a barstool and waved a hand over at the bartender. The girl a couple seats down gave him a smile, and he tried not to blush. She was really pretty, he noted, with her radiant ginger hair, not unlike his first girlfriend, funny how he’d been thinking about her a lot—
Wait a minute.
He did a double-take. “A-akane?” he blurted out, jaw dropping. “You’re here?”
“Hey, Oishi.” She smiled again, lifting her glass at him. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Y-you’re in Tokyo?”
She swiveled to face him, crossing her legs. “Just for the summer. Got an internship to complete before I take the bar exam next year.” She tilted her head back, downing the rest of her drink in one gulp, and Shuchirou couldn’t help but admire the line of her throat.
He cleared his own, blushing slightly. “You look great,” he said.
Her lip curved upwards, eyes sparkling. “Compliments aren’t going to pay for my drinks, but thanks.”
He blinked, taken aback, before chuckling. He’d almost forgotten how flirty she could be. Moving to the seat next to her, he flagged down the bartender, “One more for the lady… and I’ll have what she’s having.” The bartender set two glasses in front of them, giving both a generous pour.
He took a sip of the amber liquid and nearly spat it out. “Really?” he said, as she giggled at him. “You enjoy this?”
She hummed as she took another sip. “Well, now that I’m about to be a real lawyer, I figure I should get used to Scotch.”
They spent the next few hours catching up, talking animatedly about their lives. Before he knew it, the bartender was closing up and ushering them outside the bar.
“I should probably hop on the late-night bus,” she said, checking the schedule on her phone. She looked up at him, her turquoise eyes aglow in the light from her cell phone screen. “It was really good to see you,” she said, the ghost of an invitation in her voice.
Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in his veins, but he felt emboldened to take her hand, lacing his fingers within hers, making her gasp softly in surprise.
He’d never been good at making the first move, but when she leaned against him, her body soft and pliant, he moved one hand down to her hip, pulling her to face him.
“I missed you,” he murmured, gently pressing his lips against hers, tasting the scotch on her breath. “I still think about you.”
“Then we’re even,” she responded, locking her hands behind his neck. “I’m staying on the other side of town. I’ve been coming to this bar for the last two weeks hoping you’d show up.”
His heart hammered against his chest. “You could’ve called.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t know if you wanted to see me. I figured I’d just give you an opportunity… if you wanted one.” She raised her eyes to his.
“I do,” he breathed.
“Yeah?” She grinned, leaning even closer so that their bodies were flush together.
“Yeah. It’s always been you,” he said softly, and dipped his head down to kiss her again.
p r o m p t & trope l i s t — send me a request and I’ll write it :)
— these are a compilation of prompts and tropes I’ve created and found here on Tumblr and internet. I will be adding more.
— don’t forget to check my fandoms post to see who and what I write for!
TROPES
1. Christmas
2. New Year
3. Valentine’s Day
4. Mother’s Day
5. Father’s Day
6. Wedding
7. Arranged marriage
8. Babysitter
9. Coffee shop
10. Book store
11. Fake dating/marriage
12. Forbidden love
13. Pet store
14. Parent
15. Teacher
16. Flower shop
17. Locked in a room
18. Bed sharing
19. Stranded due to weather
20. Next door neighbors
21. Bakery
FLUFF/GENERAL/ROMANCE
1. You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.
2. Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?
3. You expecting someone?
4.Do you need a place to stay for tonight?
5. Look at us, we’re basically a couple already.
6. Compliments won’t pay my drinks.
7. Maybe, just maybe, if I get a free drink I might consider talking to you.
8. That won’t work. Try again.
9. You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
10. Do you trust me?
11. Can I kiss you?
12. It’s lonely here without you.
13. Is that my shirt?
14. You own my heart.
15. We’re more than friends and you know it!
16. I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight.
17. It was you the whole time.
18. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you.
19. I’m not going anywhere.
20. You make me want things I can’t have.
21. Steal the blankets again and I’ll put my cold feet on you.
22. You’re in love with her.
23. I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.
24. Are you even listening to me?!
25. I didn’t think you could get any less romantic.
26. You make everyday worth living.
27. You’ve shown me what love feels like.
28. You’ve always felt like home.
29. I can’t imagine a world/life without you.
30. I am home.
31. I’m right where I belong.
32. Can’t you stay a little longer?
33. You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.
34. You make me want to be better.
35. I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.
36. I think you’re just afraid to be happy.
37. Why haven’t you kissed me already?
38. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
39. I can’t stay away from you.
40. I’m better when I’m with you.
41. I tried my best not to feel anything for you, but I failed.
42. I don’t want to be alone right now.
43. I don’t trust myself around you.
44. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.
45. Can we just lie here for a moment?
46. I’ve never hated you. You just… make me feel things I don’t understand.
47. If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you.
48. I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.
49. Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.
50. You’re a terrible liar.
51. You’re the only person I want to be with tonight.
52. You’re not going anywhere.
53. You were always good for me.
54. You’re more than just a one night stand.
55. I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.
ANGST & SAD
1. I can’t stand the thought of you.
2. Don’t fuck this up.
3. How stupid do you think I am?
4. You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?
5. Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.
6. I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do about it.
7. I’m not gonna lie. This isn’t how I planned for this to go down.
8. I can’t do the things you do.
9. I might never get another chance to say this.
10. Tell me I’m wrong.
11. How much of that did you hear?
12. I thought I could trust you.
13. Are you just going to leave me here?
14. Don’t. I don’t have to hear your pathetic excuses anymore.
15. You knew about this all along, didn’t you?
16. I still believe there’s a good person in you.
17. It was necessary.
18. I’m sorry this had to go down like this.
19. What the hell is wrong with you?!
20. Is that how little you think of me?
21. I’m too sober for this shit.
22. It’s not that easy.
23. You’re more than that.
24. She’s hot, but she’s evil.
25. Well, behaved women rarely make history, do they?
26. That’s not what I meant and you know it.
27. I have to tell you something.
28. Why am I not surprised?
29. She’s not yours.
30. There’s no us. There never was.
31. I made a mistake.
32. Please, don’t walk out that door.
33. When were you going to tell me?
34. The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.
35. Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?
36. If i asked you to stay, would you?
37. I don’t know who you are anymore.
38. I trusted you.
39. Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.
40. You crossed a line.
41. There’s no turning back from this.
42. I needed you, and you weren’t there.
SMUT — 18+
1. Don’t make me take you home and punish you.
2. I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.
3. You’re more than just a one night stand.
4. Like what you see?
5. Try to stay quiet, understand?
6. We’re in public, you know.
7. I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.
8. Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.
9. Make me.
10. Stop teasing me so much.
11. You’re in trouble now.
12. First one to make a noise loses.
13. Mine.
14. Behave.
15. What did you just say?
16. Come here.
17. Watch me.
18. If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.
19. If you insist.
20. Could he make you feel as good as i do?
21. You make a sound and its game over.
22. If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.
23. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.
24. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.
25. What? Does that feel good?
26. If we get caught i’m blaming you.
27. We have to be quiet.
28. Tell me again.
29. Say it.
30. If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?
31. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.
32. You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.
33. I really want to kiss you right now.
34. Then do it.
35. You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.
36. Who said it had to be on the bed?
37. She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.
38. Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. Thats cute.
39. Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.
40. I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.
41. There’s people here.
42. I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.
43. Fuck you.
44. I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.
45. You can’t tease me like that and expect not to be punished.
46. I’m gonna strangle you.
47. Is that a promise?
48. You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?
49. Stop distracting me.
50. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.
51. Saddle up doll.
52. What are you doing in my bed?!
53. If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.
54. You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.
55. Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.
56. I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.
57. Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.
58. If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.
59. Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?
60. You’d better watch your fucking mouth.
61. I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.
62. Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?
63. I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.
64. Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.
65. If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.
66. I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.
67. Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.
68. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.
Hey y’all I’m bored in quarantine, but not ready to commit to writing a full chapter of anything. I may be tempted into a drabble. Even something nsfw? Maybe. No promises
Please take care during this worldwide crisis Fyeri! I always seem to turn to these stories dear to my past during times of distress. Looking at old PoT stories makes my heart lighter than it has in a while. This period of being forced to move apartments amid Covid-19 and intense work demands--I've been so tired for so long. But I remember you saying years ago how tough adulting and work was, and I don't feel so alone. Thank you for creating a sanctuary of stories we can always go back to.
AWWW you are the sweetest ❤️ I’m so happy that my writing can help you get through tough times. I am sheltering in place (SF Bay Area is on a lax lockdown) and I’m super lucky that my work has allowed us all to work from home and given us everything we need.
I can’t imagine what it must be like moving apartments suddenly while this is all going down! It might seem lonely, but you are not alone, I promise! Take a break if you can, just for a mental health recharge. Do something that makes you happy. This is a stressful time. I believe in you, we can get through this together.
(P.S I think it’s been like 6 years since I said “adulting is hard.” Guess what, it’s still hard. It’s always going to be hard but in a different way each time. And also something I wish I knew earlier on: no one else really knows what they’re doing either. 😆)
All first drafts are shit. Here’s a before and after of one scene in the latest chapter of TCAFS, in case you’re interested in my writing / editing process.
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