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GOR Milestone Celebration!

Celebration time! 

So it seems that I have passed two major follower milestones that I didn’t celebrate at the time because I wasn’t in the right mindset. But now I am so let’s celebrate together, shall we? 

First of all, a big thank you to everyone who has clicked that follow button (not you, p@rn bots!) and tolerated me enough to stick around. I can’t thank you enough for your support, your comments, your reblogs and your likes. 

This celebration is open to all my followers and there’s no limit on the amount of asks. Just send in as many hearts as you like! It will be up until Tuesday Jan 24 11 pm CET.

💛 - Change POV - Let’s shake things up in my masterlist! Have you read one of my stories and always wanted to see the POV of another character? Now’s your chance! Send me the title of my fic, the scene you want me to rewrite and the character you want to hear from and I’ll write the scene from their POV. For example “Water - Bilbo”, then I will write that drabble from Bilbo’s POV instead of reader’s. (Note: with oneshots or multichapters you need to pick a specific scene, drabbles I can do the complete thing)

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Trauma

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#GOR Milestone Celebration #2.5-3k followers #Follower celebration

[be-my-ally]

Let Yourself Go

Overstimulated Reader! Request.

my darling, what a dream request - thank you anon! for both your very kind words + excellent request!!! this has consumed my brain for the past week; I originally intended it to be short like 2.5-3k, and then it turned into 4k and then I realised that in all of those words elvis had only been treated once so it turned into 6k. so this is 6.7k of pure, absolute, filthy smut just for you that i really hope lives up your expectations!

summary: slightly innocent!reader is convinced girls can't really orgasm - elvis sets out to teach her how wrong she is.

pairing: afab!reader/elvis (big daddy e)

warnings: 18+, 18+, 18+, tiny bit of daddy kink, implied age difference, oral (p+v receiving), p in v sex, fingering, mirror sex, overstimulation, very brief spanking. I think that's it? Reader does attempt to stop the proceedings a couple of times and elvis doesn't stop but it is all consensual.

wc: 6.7k

suggested listening: the end of such a night + of course, let yourself go.

You’ve not been together very long and you were still learning about each other in many ways. It confused you a little that he, who you knew had girls throwing themselves at him, would take the time to bother to get to know you better. He’d picked you out of the crowd and put you on his lap in his dressing room before he’d even learnt your name. When you’d told him, earnestly, that you didn’t expect to be married or anything but you were a good girl, who wouldn’t sleep around, you’d expected him to tell you that he wasn’t going to see you again. But no, he’d put in the effort and here you were, a few weeks later, at Graceland of all places. You’d been brought back with him after his engagement at the International ended for this year, allowing him a short break before he resumed touring. 

He’d taken you out on his bike earlier, showing you the sights of Memphis and you’d loved the rush, so unlike anything you’d experienced before. Despite the fact that you dreaded the call from your parents at the photos that would inevitably be published of the two of you - you hadn’t really been dressed to go out (the outing unexpected), nor had you been able to help snuggling into his back, your hand resting on his solid thigh at the lights. When you’d gotten back to the estate you’d expected a party - a celebration of his homecoming, and you’d been bracing to have to deal with losing him for the evening, but you’d been pleasantly shocked when he’d kicked everyone out after dinner, announcing that he wanted a night just the two of you. 

You wanted to tell him that his expectations were a bit forward, to not get his hopes and that you still weren’t sure you were quite ready to have actual sex with him but in all honesty, you were ready and only your (perhaps misguided) morals had prevented you thus far. You had been slightly surprised at how unbothered he had seemed at the concept of sex - he’d laughed you off when you’d told him you didn’t want to sleep with him on the first night; telling you that was all very well but would you sleep with him because he couldn’t “bear the long nights all on my lonesome”. He hadn’t pressured you at all, less than your last boyfriend for sure, and seemed to genuinely enjoy your makeout sessions as much as you do. To tell the truth, you weren’t really sure why anyone was that bothered by sex - it felt fine sure, but it didn’t blow your world apart, was mostly very awkward, and you couldn’t understand what the fuss was in general. 

You’d followed him into the bedroom, into his room, and while part of you wanted to inspect every little detail of this hidden, protected space, the other part of you could feel his impatience from the bed and when he smiles at you - all cheeks and teeth, asking; 

“Wanna have some fun tonight darlin’? Cleared the place out for ya, didn’t want you to go all shy on me…some girls get nervy at the number of people in the place. Get real quiet and the like, even though I tell ‘em I got the sound locked down.” You forget any desire to rifle through his drawers and instead stare at him, slightly confused - just hoping he’s not going to be disappointed; 

“Uh, oh, well, I can’t say I’m that loud anyways, always, I always thought that was just a thing girls, uh, exaggerated?” You look down, embarrassed that you may be having to burst his bubble - you don’t want to be the first to tell him that from what you know there’s nothing to be shouting about. But he doesn’t react in the way you expect - blinking at you from under his glasses and patting the bed next to him. 

“C’mere doll, tell daddy what you mean.” You sit where he tells you to, tiny shorts hiking even further, and you curl your legs up underneath yourself. 

“I don’t, sorry, I don’t understand what you’re asking? I’m just, just, saying that I never understood what those girls on the … on the … the stuff you like to watch, what they’re shouting about is all. Never seemed like anything worth carrying on like that is all.” He’s a little shocked but not altogether surprised - you’re young and a little sheltered, perhaps more than he thought at your reluctance to even said the word ‘pornography’ and he knows your only other relationships have been serious with boys from home, less about fun and more about futures, and he knows that they don’t always put the effort in they should. Still, he needs clarification - his eyes burning with curiosity; 

“You mean you ain’t ever .. got your rocks off? Never creamed those lil’ shorts of yours?” His thick hand finds its way onto your thigh and he flicks the hem of your shorts, practically between your legs. You giggle, pushing his hand off.

“Elvis. Don’t be silly, unless you’ve been with some funny sorta people - girls can’t do that! That’s… I might not know much but I do know that.” He looks back at you, utterly stunned, before smiling like all his Christmases have come at once, a full cheshire cat grin. 

“You - you ain’t never?” He’s shocked, but desperate to know your answer, taking his glasses off, leaning closer and waiting with practically bated breath in excitement, clenching his hands on his thighs. 

“I just told you E, that’s not something girls can actually do. Don’t you think I’d know! If you’re just gonna tease me I swear I’m gonna walk right out of here!” He laughs again at your indignation, shaking his head, 

“Naw little one, don’t do that, don’t do that - I just uh, I think I might be able to teach you a few things tonight is all. Just, ah, need to re-evaluate some things’all.” He frowns, “You know the other day, baby, when I stroked your little pussy and you pushed me off - told me you were all done?” 

You remember the incident he was talking about, He’d had his fingers up you, rubbing you exactly how you needed and you’d crunched with an involuntary shudder, couldn’t quite catch your breath properly and had told him to stop. You’d pushed him away in a panic that you didn’t know what was coming, but that that was certainly enough. He’d been a little worried then, worried that he’d pushed you into something you hadn’t wanted to do. But, he’d relaxed when you’d relaxed on the bed - he wasn’t happy with leaving you like that, on the edge, but he’d figured you were just shy, nervous that his entourage was a mere wall away. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him that you genuinely believed that was you finished. 

“Yeah, but what about it? We were done - I was done, it was starting to make me feel weird. I actually think we went too far.” He lets out a pure incredulous laugh, shaking his head. 

“Oh baby, baby. I’m gonna, I’ll teach you baby, it’ll be ok.” You nod, but you’re honestly a bit confused about what he’s even planning on teaching you, but you don’t want to tell him he’s wrong again. You suppose he does have quite the reputation, so maybe he does have some things to show you, you doubt it somewhat but keep that to yourself. 

“Right, yittle, need these all off of ya,” He tugs at your shirt, starting to unbutton it. “and these, these slutty little shorts need to come off, lemme see what I’m working with.” He’s practically crooning at you, slipping your shirt off gently, divesting you off your shorts - undressing you as if you were a babe. He strips you of your bra, leaving you in little white panties, before pushing you back onto the bed to lie flat. He doesn’t give you time to worry about your nudity, cupping your cheek with one thick hand, leaning over you to kiss you. 

His tongue slips in, it’s like he’s mapping your mouth and you don’t bother to fight for dominance, letting him in, submissively brushing your tongue against his. He pulls away slightly, grabbing a breath and you can’t help it, his pouty perfect lips too tempting, you surge forward to softly suck on his bottom lip, nibbling gently. He responds in kind, pulling your head back, baring your neck - he tugs your lip between his teeth pulling as he pulls away. You moan at the little sting, and he presses a soothing peck against it. Before trailing down and pressing little open-mouthed kisses at your cheek, mouthing at your neck - tiny little suctioning touches until his hand, which he’s not resting on, is trailing further down. His fingers spread across a breast, fingertips playing with your nipple. You can feel the heat coiling in your tummy - your throbbing heartbeat between your legs. He’s pressing little kisses down your soft stomach, and he grunts as he repositions himself - up on his knees slightly. It worries you briefly, he’s been using a cane as more than just an accessory more frequently lately - his youthful actions having been hard on his knees and legs, before your mind is wiped by his actions again. 

His hand trails lower, even as he continues to press soft kisses on your stomach, and he swipes down in a languid stroke over your panties, feeling your pooling wetness through the forming damp spot. He pushes it into you, rubbing you over them - the fabric catching slightly, along with your breath. He moves his head back up, sucking you by your collarbone and on your neck, hard enough to leave a bruise. The noises coming out of your mouth are unlike how you’ve ever heard yourself before, and as he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down and off - the dampness making them pretty much see through - you would normally cringe in embarrassment but as you watch him lift them to his mouth and suck on them you can’t do anything but stare in an absolute state of shock and arousal. He’s still fully dressed although his shirt is so lowly unbuttoned, his chest with its covering of hair, god even his nipples practically out, that it barely counts. You can feel his own arousal growing against your side, still confined in his tight, slightly flared, trousers the heat of it, and can’t help but wiggle against him. He folds your panties, scrunching them up, before shifting to push them into his trouser pocket. You gape at him, 

“Good lord, you can’t - they’re so dirty Elvis - you can’t keep them. They need to be washed!” He smirks at you, smirk turning to a grin as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, moving his hand away from you as he does. 

“Baby, when they taste that good, I’ll do what I damn well like.” He licks your cheek, and it's something that you would have found disgusting from anyone else, but somehow him doing it makes your heartbeat pulse in your core. He lets his hand come back down, lightly slapping against your pussy, you jolt forward, mouth falling open, and eyes rolling slightly at the sudden intense pleasure from it. He chuckles into your ear, tickling your neck, “Oh - you like that mama? Like that baby?” He does it again, and you’re horrified at the wet slapping noise - but also at the sudden surge of wetness, you can feel.  

“Oh god, Elvis, you gotta - gotta do that again. Please.” He obliges, patting you once, twice, three times before letting his hand fly slightly harder, you can feel your heat rising - and you shiver slightly. You’ve reached the peak of where you’d been before. Your heartbeat fast, and a constant thrumming at your centre. He laughs, teasing you in a low tone, 

“God, who’d have thought you’d be such a dirty fucking girl, letting me - begging me to spank that yittle cunt of yours.” He puts an inflection onto yittle, as if even when talking about your ‘cunt’ he’s unable to stop his penchant for baby talk. 

He uses his fingers to spread you apart, middle finger sliding in your slick. The metal of his ring is cold against your burning skin, sending goosebumps down your flesh. You think he can’t make you feel any better when he slips two of his fingers inside you. His huge square ring catching on your entrance for a moment and you buck your hips as he slides it in. He pumps them, in and out, as you squirm on the bed. Your eyes fall closed for a moment and he whispers to you, 

“You like that little? My fingers in you? Gonna show you how girls do it, teach ya how it goes.” You respond with a whine - his words causing a blush to travel from your chest. You’re simultaneously embarrassed at needing to be taught something about your own adult self and aggressively turned on by his narration. 

You’re breathless and while he’s looking at you with a soft smile on his face - pure concentration in his burning eyes, you can’t help but wonder what he’s getting from all of this attention on you. But to be the centre of his focus, him looking at you like you’re the whole world - the only thing in the world, is another level of high. Behind him you can yourself reflected in the mirror above - you look fucking debauched, unlike yourself and seeing him from above, in all his iconic glory, reminding you this is Elvis fixated on you brings you even closer to the cliff edge. 

He pushes into you, unnecessarily - his fingers were long enough he could reach with his thumb without having to strain at all - to reach your hooded clit. He finds it expertly, rubbing it just so. You shudder, and he keeps going just as he was, but kisses down your neck to your nipple again, swirling it in his mouth, pulling it with his teeth slightly and you can feel yourself about to fall. You panic at the unexpected and unknown feeling and try to throw him off, 

“Elvis! Elvis stop - stop I can’t - I can’t do it, it’s too much - you gotta, you gotta st-“ You’re thrashing about the place, arms flailing as you try to push him away, but his fingers don’t stop and he hushes you as he’s suddenly stroking this little spot inside of you. You can feel it’s different but can’t quite tell how until he crooks his fingers and presses. You shudder, your mouth falling open, although you’re still far quieter than he’d like - he makes a mental note that his aim tonight is to make you scream. And then you’re shaking, convulsing on his hand - stomach and core muscles clenching of their own accord. He rubs and strokes you through it. Your mind is blank and all you can feel is your thighs shaking - your head rolling from side to side. He keeps going and you keep going for him, clutching the covers in tight fists, mouth open in a silent scream as one of your legs randomly seems to jump about. He can tell you’re at the end of what you can do for him at the moment. He softlypulls his fingers out, trying to bring you down gently. His fingers leaving feather-light touches across your mound and thighs. 

“That good, baby?” He pats his sticky, wet hand on your tummy and you can’t speak, taking heaving breaths. 

“W-was,” You’re slurring as you come back to, your ears ringing, “Is that, what I’ve been missing? Is that meant to happen?” He laughs at you, finger drawing little shapes on your stomach, 

“Yeah, when you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing.” He puffs his chest out a little, clearly proud of himself, “A real man.” You laugh, and he kisses you again and again until your lips are swollen and bitten raw and you’re gasping for air. You lay back for a few more moments, looking up at him leaning over you. He moves his arm, and you’re not quite sure what comes over you, but the movement had spread his shirt even more and it’s not something you’d ever considered doing ever before, but he did do it to you earlier so you gain the courage to ask; 

“El- can I, can I…please can I taste you?” He raises a brow at your polite request, but is not going to turn down such an offer, 

“Sure baby, lemme get lil’ Elvie out now - “ You frown, interrupting him. 

“No, no… can I just… like you did earlier?” He looks slightly confused, his brow furrowed, but he agrees nonchalantly - clearly used to letting whoever do whatever they like with his body. 

“Sure - “ He starts to say something else, but you’re too distracted by the permission, rushing forward to kiss his chest, moving down to capture his nipple. He jerks,

“Christ - Oh lord,” You’re practically suckling him, one hand threading through his chest hair, feeling his stomach, the hard line where he’s definitely still muscular somewhere underneath but is soft and cushy above, grasping at his pillowy sides. His hips are bucking, circling with the effort not to throw you off accidentally, “Oh gods, baby, christ little one, lord, oh lord.” He’s unable to be silent, constantly babbling a stream of curses and praise. You pull off, and suddenly, you’re mortified. 

“Oh my goodness, Oh, Elvis, I - uh, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” You’re shocked at yourself but he’s panting, and you can feel him straining against his pants. 

“Oh darlin’, lord, darlin’ it’sss ok, it’s so good, so good baby. Love your lil’ mouth on me.” You smile a little bashfully as he pats at you as if praising a dog. “Think now little Elvis would too baby, get him out - show him how much you ‘preciate him too?” You pant back at him nodding your agreement. He’s resting further up on the bed than he was before, you’d both travelled around the last few minutes and he sits to take his shirt fully off, before unbuttoning his trousers finally and wriggling out of them. He shuffles further back and you get yourself situated between his legs, bracketed by his thick thighs on either side of you, their covering of downy hair tickling your sides. You lean down, gently stroking his hardening cock - but then pause, 

“Elvis, I ain’t ever - you gotta tell me how to do it.” He groans, his head falling back, 

“Goddamn, like you were made for me, fucking made for me honey,” he peers down at you, over the slight swell of his stomach, tucking his chin in - one of his meaty fingers stroked the side of your face before gently grasping your head, lowering it to his cock. “You gotta, gotta say hello little one, give ‘im a little hello kiss now - “ You do as he says, brushing your lips against the very tip. You’d seen it briefly before, so although not this close, and you had given him a … helping hand over the past few weeks so you’re not surprised to see he’s uncut nor at the size of him - generous in length and girth, but it’s still fascinating to you up close. You can't help but study it briefly - assessing how his foreskin is starting to retract back slightly and you absentmindedly reach for it, gently rolling it forward and back a little bit, unsure how far it should go. His hips jerk, 

“Christ, baby, you gotta warn a man first.” You smile, meeting his blazing blue eyes and amused expression. 

“Sorry - I thought me being here was warning enough.” He laughs and pats your cheek. 

“Right little one, back to work. Kiss down little Elvis, let him know how much you wanted to see him - ‘ You obey his orders, pressing little kisses all the way down his shaft. “Ok, now doll you're gonna take him in that hot little mouth of yours - gonna be re-eal careful of your sharp little teeth, got it?” You obediently bob up and down in a nod, making sure not to scrape him.

Instinct seems to kick in and you take a moment to suck down on him, flattening your tongue against his underside. His other hand finds its way into your hair accompanying the one still resting on your cheek and neck, hand spanning across the distance. His hip jerks forward and it causes his dick to knock further back than you were expecting and you pull back with a little cough.

“S’ok baby, sorry, felt so good, couldn't help myself, not gonna make you take all of him tonight, you can use your hand go on, show the rest of him how much you love him.” He pats you again and it’s enough encouragement for you to go back down on him. You do as he suggested, stroking and pulling him with your hand where your mouth can't comfortably reach, growing bold enough to reach down and delicately hold and stroke his balls. His hands are insistent on your head, not forcing you but certainly moving you exactly how he wants you. You can taste the thin salty trickle of precum starting to dribble out of him.

“That’s it, baby, I was already so close, just from touchin’ ya honey, just gotta suck me just like that, that’s it like a damn popsicle.” His hands grow a little rougher, tugging on your hair slightly, as his hips circle and his thighs clench around you. “Gonna, you gonna stroke me now, yittle, you just gonna stroke me, I’ll let you have a taste, give you a treat but that’s enough for now - ’s about you tonight, about you honey.” He's babbling now, and you're not paying much attention to his words coming out of his mouth except when his request filters through to your brain, and you pull off with a little wet pop, stroking him to completion. He squirts over your hand - ribbons of white hitting you on the chin and chest, moaning as he does and his eyes falling closed.

He leans back, breathing heavily as his cock finishes jumping about, slowly softening before your eyes and you glance around, before grabbing his discarded shirt to wipe your hand on. Before you can raise it to your chin to wipe it off of there he sits up and moves his hand from your face to swipe a finger through it. “C’mon baby, gonna have you swallow it next time,” You're uncertain about this, but don’t bother to say anything right now as he rubs his fingers on your lips, “Go on, open up honey, have a taste for me. Lick it clean.” You do as he commands, tasting the salty tang of a man’s cum for the first time. It's not wholly unpleasant, although you're not sure about the texture, but you can’t say you'd be jumping for joy at the prospect of swallowing his full load. He watches as you suck his fingers, licking them completely clean looking up at him under your lashes as you do. 

He leans forward to kiss you but then suddenly grimaces, frowning. Twisting slightly in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from his hips and back. 

“I’m sorry, honey, but I gotta- I gotta lie down again.” You frown, worried. 

“Of course! don’t - you’re meant to be relaxing!” He’s proven himself to you - taught you that there was something on the other side of the cliff edge and it was good. But you weren’t worried - didn’t see any reason to continue, you’d both been taken care of and you were now perfectly happy to be tucked up in bed for the night.

“Oh no, I don’t mean I’m done. Get over here, little girl…” He manhandles you, ringed fingers digging into your thighs as he arranges you over the top of him. He then lies down, sliding between your legs, before huffing a tiny bit as he heaves you up from his chest and down onto him. “That’s it, mama, right over my face. Lemme get to that poor little kitty of yours.” You’re confused as to what he’s going to be able to achieve from this angle - he can’t possibly just want such a closer look, can he? But then, without warning, he pushes his head up licking down your labia before pulling you off balance to literally sit on his face. 

“Woah - Oh, Elvis I’m gonna hurt you like this, I can’t just - I’m too heavy!” You try to move away but you can’t escape from his tight grip. 

“Ain’t gonna hurt a fly baby - lemme just.” And he pushes his tongue into you, spearing into your hole. You’re sopping wet already, his fingers having seen to that, and the noises are obscene - the wet smacking and sucking. 

“Elv-oh my god, Elvis you can’t-“ You try to get off but his hands don’t let you move at all - pinning you onto him. But as you struggle your thighs touch and you can feel the wetness and the stickiness that’s spread throughout - tangling your curls, sticking your thighs. “It’s- it’s - it’s dirty, you can’t, you shouldn’t - that shouldn’t, you’re not meant to do that.” You can feel him chuckle, the vibration making you gasp, but he doesn’t even respond, simply holds you down and goes harder.

You’re supporting most of your weight on your own legs but every time you clench or move you can feel his fingers digging tighter in - sure you’ll have bruises where his rings and fingertips have been. You can’t help but move, grinding onto his mouth. It’s outrageous and you can’t believe this is something people do, but now it’s happening you wonder how you’ve lived this long without it, without knowing how this feels. His tongue is flicking between lapping at your hole and your inner folds. Your hips circle and one of his hands comes around your thigh - curling around to join his mouth. He moves his mouth up to suck on your clit, and the warm wet pressure, the suction, the everything - it’s too much. You’re losing control again, fighting the panic for a second time that evening - but this time, the pressure is growing even stronger and though you recognise the feeling now it feels different. 

“Oh my god, Elvis, god, Elvis, Elvis please, please, you gotta stop! I’m gonna-” You grind your hips again, but he must be able to hear the sudden change in your tone - the sudden, very real, panic. And despite his instinct telling him not to he worries it’ll make you lose your relaxed state and he pulls away, kissing your inner thigh, 

“Relax baby, dontcha worry, oh my poor baby’s little neglected pussy - you’ve got no idea, just been waiting for a real man, for daddy, to show you what you’ve been missin’ all this time.” He croons into you, hands stroking your thighs, soothing you into compliance. As soon as you relax into his hold again he surges forward once more. Your folds are swollen and slick, feeling like they’re burning, you feel so hot. And your entire focus is on your cunt and Elvis. Unable to even think about your thigh cramping or your foot falling asleep. He kisses up you, capturing your little puffy clit in his lips again and sucks hard. You think you might be about to pass out - it feels so overwhelming, but suddenly the pressure changes - and as he slips a finger back inside you it starts to feel a little too similar to something else. 

Your panicked noises come back out, and you once again are begging Elvis to stop warning him; “I think I’m gonna pee, Elvis, seriously! I can’t - I can’t hold it! Elvis - daddy, fuck, I can’t, I seriously think I’m gonna - gonna pee.” But he doesn’t stop this time, not even to reassure you, just continuing his steady ministrations, speeding up, and the pressure is steadily mounting again, reaching the peak. Your orgasm rips through you and you have to throw your hands out to support yourself on the headboard to simply stay upright but you’re barely able to think about it, moving on instinct alone. You’re shuddering and he’s continuing, won’t leave you be. And then, the pressure seems to burst - slowly yet somehow quicker than anything you’re ever felt. It’s like your vagina is simultaneously your whole body and also entirely separate from your body as it clenches before you’re gushing, liquid shooting out of you. It drenches his face, it’s in his hair, in his sideburns, and he sits up, as you fall off of him to one side, and he’s glistening. 

You’re in a daze but a little embarrassed, both at him covered in your juices and that he was right and you were wrong about your abilities. But his reaction makes you second guess your immediate response - he’s grinning, licking his goddamn lips like he’s just eaten the best-tasting dessert of his life. He uses one of your discarded shirts to wipe his face off, smiling at the damp patches it causes. 

“There we are baby, Daddy got’cha there, got you to that special place - that’s what it’s meant to be like darling. Told you didn’t I, told you, you just gotta listen to me, let yourself go.” 

You lay back panting - you’re a little sore and a lot tired and you’re sure you’re done. You can feel his cock hardening against you again in a gentle coaxing sort of way, and you reach over a hand. You can do this, but you’ve just not got the energy for anything else - and your pussy is still pulsing, soft and swollen and puffy. He bats your hand away though, 

“Right, mama, gonna show you how it’s really done, you’re gonna reach your little o on my cock, and you’re gonna know that’s how it should be every time.” He kneels up on the bed, pulling you up onto your knees too, and he’s putting you exactly where he wants you. You want to refuse, but he’s so convincing, and you are a little curious at how he might be able to make even this so spectacular for you, an act that you’d been ambivalent about, mostly put up with; knowing it was something women just did to keep their partners happy. He manhandles you into the perfect position for him, your back slightly arched, hands clutching the top of the headboard and he brushes your sweaty hair off of your neck, kissing where it lay before. 

You stay where he puts you, slightly shell-shocked at your easy compliance, and at what he’s suggesting. You glance up from under your lashes and notice the huge mirror above the bed - you’d seen the one above yourself in the bed but not the glass above the headboard - and can see how you look. You watch your face contort slightly as he presses a few of his fingers into you again, testing if you’re ready. But you’re loose, in a novel sort of way - so aroused that it’s easy in a way it’s never been before. You’re studying your fucked out face, shocked at how wide your pupils are, the redness of your lips and cheeks, before you turn your attention to Elvis watching his rosy reflection - his hair sticking down, body and chest shimmering with sweat, clinging to his chest hair, his plush lips bitten red and his face still with a hint of damp, blue eyes sparkling. You’re about to utter something completely embarrassing like, “Oh my god, you’re so pretty,” or “I love you.” But you’re (somewhat thankfully) distracted by him rubbing himself on you a couple of times before fucking into you. You jolt forward, mouth falling open as he simply pushes his whole length in, immediately pulling back out to shutter his hips forward again - gripping your waist and pulling you back onto him too. You’re shouting, finally, garbled noises and moans as he gives you no time to adjust and instead slams you back and forth to him, his balls slapping against your wet skin. 

He spanks your ass and you shudder, the tinge of pain mixed with the pleasure of him hitting that spot in you, getting in so deep you feel like he’s in your soul and not just your body. You can feel yourself starting to go again, starting to ride the crest of that wave when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again and you can barely breathe, noises catching in your throat at the sight. 

“That’s it sweet, that’s it sugar, look at yourself,” He wraps an arm over your chest and grips your chin, pointing it straight at the mirror, “Look at us honey.” You can see him behind you, behind your flushed body - himself pink and damp with sweat from the exertion, its practically dripping down his forehead and onto his chest - he lets go of your chin and moves one hand to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples, the other to slip between your legs. You jerk when he strokes where the two of you are joined. It’s filthy. You’ve never been this visible like this before, having very much been under the covers with previous lovers, and your knowledge of positions was limited to on your back, on your front and your side. Very much lying down. The image of his cock sliding into your folds, the pink fuzzy base barely visible through your own fuzz and his hand splayed over your stomach as if supporting where he sits internally is filthy in the best possible way. 

You feel utterly surrounded by him, you can’t think of anything but how he feels, how he looks, you can’t sense anything else. You can’t see anything but him, it’s all him as you look around - the mirrors on the back wall and above you reflect back the image of the two of you, but your eyes skip over yourself only seeing him. His thick form. He’s muscular in a solid way, an accidental way, and the layer of softness that covers all of him, but especially over his tummy, only makes him more attractive to you, more real. When you close your eyes the vision of him is imprinted on your eyelids, and all you can smell is him. He’s got a slight sweaty musk to him from the exertion and activity, but under it you can still smell the hint of his cologne. His sheets smell aggressively like him, like the Vegas him and the home him - he must use the same products (or his laundry service must) wherever he is. The room too - there’s his unique blend of homely smells but also the heavy scent of the blend of his favourite specific brands of cigarettes and cigars. The smoke, despite him claiming he only smoked very irregularly, clings to his thick curtains and the drapes that surround the room. The room which screams, as much as the rest of his house does, of him - of solely him, of his outrageous, outlandish, tacky, wonderful, style. 

You aren’t able to have any of these thoughts though, as his fingers stroke himself before once again finding your clit. He captures it between his fingers, rolling it, before brushing his finger over it and before you know it you’re quivering - shaking as your orgasm overcomes you again. It’s too much, your body has barely had a chance to recover and while you’re not passed out you’re also not…all there. Your body slack as Elvis holds you up, just a rag doll for him to take what he needs for his own orgasm - chasing his completion. He does, barely a few strokes later, a litany of praises spilling out of his mouth, pulling out as quickly as he could, seemingly caught a little by surprise. And you can feel the last few sprays from him as he splatters over your already sticky and trembling body. You slump down without him holding you up by the waist and hips, and he catches you - laying you out on the bed. He lays next to you, panting, chest heaving for a few moments before propping himself up on an elbow next to you. 

You’re sore, internally and externally and worse - sticky, but he doesn’t let you sleep yet, running his cum-covered fingers through your soft pubic hair, before tracing shapes on your lower tummy, gently brushing lower and lower until his fingers are stroking through your sticky soft folds. You squirm, sleepy, and he hushes you, 

“C’mon baby doll, give me one more, gotta make up for lost time darling. Give em all to you tonight. One more baby, c’mon do it for daddy, give daddy one more.” He’s speaking lowly, so as not to disturb your sleepy state, but what he’s asking you to do is bringing you back to awareness. He’s barely touching you, nudging your little stretched hole with his wet fingers, barely pressing the outer rim before delicately stroking your sore, puffy, clitoris again. You feel your legs shaking, seemingly of their own accord, and can’t focus on anything he says, resorting to begging over top of his continued whispers; 

“I can’t, I can’t, Elvis please, daddy, please, it’s too much, I can’t,” but you’re already so close to the edge that you gasp, mouth open, as he inserts his fingers again, and it only takes him crooking them just so for you to shudder and scream. It’s borderline painful, and your legs are shaking, “Lord, daddy! Oh my god, Elvis, daddy, oh my lord. Oh - “ and as he continues to stroke that little place inside of you, as you ride the waves that wash over you, your words trail off to just noises. You're practically yowling as you slump over, still shuddering and stomach still convulsing when he slows his ministrations and pulls his fingers away. Your vision is white and black and you can't focus on anything he's saying through your ringing ears although you're aware he's talking. It takes a few minutes for your body to calm down, Elvis’ large hands gently rubbing you down like a horse after a race, and it's not until your heart rate slows again that you’re able to open your eyes and try to focus on what he's saying.

“Told you didn’t I, you gonna learn to believe your daddy now? Believe what he tells you?” He’s unbelievably smug and you can hear it in his voice, and in the way his eyes crinkle looking down at you. 

“Course, Daddy,” You blush, “Elvis. Of course, I just - I just didn’t know! I didn’t know what that was…inside me.” He laughs, 

“Well, not everyone can find it doll, it keeps itself real hidden like, less you’re just the right fit.” He squeezes your cheek as he says it before he pats you again and heaves himself up into standing. “Right honey, gonna have to get you all cleaned up - you’ll be drippin’ all night else.” You wince as he wipes at you with a little towel, even his expensive cotton too much abrasion on your still throbbing centre. You roll into the bed, far too exhausted to even stand up, and your eyes are closing as he comes back over with a glass of water, he makes you drink half and you do so, sleepily, while he maintains his grip on the glass. “We’ll have to shower in the morning honey, think you’re fixin’ for a snooze now.” He pulls the top comforter off, throwing it on the floor, and you can just see through your hazy tired gaze that there’s a large wet spot on it. “Least we ain’t gotta change the bed.” He mumbles as he climbs into it. You squirm as he pulls you close against your chest and his hands find their customary positions - one just a little too close to between your thighs but he pets and shushes you, humming a tiny lullaby that makes you fall deep asleep almost immediately. 

#elvis smut #elvis x you #elvis x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader #fic request!! #be-my-ally #big daddy elvis

[erradays]

hey guys thanks so much for 2.5 k followers on twitter and 3k on tumblr!

i never thought drawing legos would be a breath of fresh air not only for me but for the core of my style itself. I am grateful to each and every one of you! take a RedSon #MonkieKid

#Lego Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid #Red Son #ive stuff planned for later #small projects

[sturdy-nerdy-stitchery]

To start, please rebloggo the doggo!

Because you know you have followers that want to see a good pupper! Read more about her below!

I had my notifications set to show me nothing but reblogs. I remedy that today and saw all my notifications.

And then I checked my follower count!

Last I checked it was 2.5 k. And now, 3k of you follow me! 3k of you like my content! That's weird. Why?

Anyway, enjoy more content!

I'm back from vacation in Portland. My brother's wedding was so wonderful and I'm so happy for them! Having to meet with stressful family members who don't respect boundaries, was stressful but,

Chewy adult candy definitely helps.

On vacation, I decided to start a new project that's just for me. Not one of my patterns. Not for someone else. Just me. It's a fallout vault boy pattern.

And, this is my brother's dog, Lucy! She was the flower dog at the wedding! Isn't she so cute! She's a golden doodle who participated in the wedding by wearing a collar with flowers on it.

And then during the wedding, there was a box of milk bones out. She got treats from the table. She even got a tiny piece of cake.

My brother said that the next day, she was so lethargic and not her usual energetic self because she was in such a big food coma from all the treats. Her tummy was just so stuffed that she didn't want to move.

Anyway, I'm just trying to take it day by day. I think it's another cross stitch pattern break from designing. I just have to get better at advertising myself.

OKAY! LET'S CHANGE THAT! I'M GOING TO ADVERTISE NOW! BUY MY PATTERNS at

www.sturdynerdystitchery.etsy.com

Trust me. They are unique. They are nerdy. They are funny. Poignant. And you know you need something new to work on. Go on. Add to your WIP pile. I dare you!

Thank you and have a good day! ❤️

#cross stitch #cross stitching #dogs #doggo #pupperino #wedding #weed #weed queen

[look-at-the-soul]

Celebrate with amazing writers! 🎉 🥂 🎁 📖 There are some incredible celebrations going around of amazing people (in case you didn’t know) 😉 in some cases you can request a blurb or a story, or if you write, make your own story for beautiful people like them.

💖Just thought of doing this little summary in case you missed the post about it. Regardless of the amount of followers, I’m doing this to share their own celebrations, it could be 5 followers and I’d still be part of it ♥️ You can find each link below, (I still need to write for these celebrations)

In no particular order, here are the followers celebrations I already participated in 😍⤵️ (after the -> you will find my contribution to the celebration)

@shelbydelrey 400 followers celebration (cheating theme)-> Save yourself

✍️@dandelionprints 100 followers celebration -> Close your eyes, make a wish

✍️@raincoffeeandfandoms 2,200 followers celebration -> Make your heart my home

@peakyscillian 1.5K followers celebration -> The Photoshoot Part 42 (The Date edition)

✍️@acewritesfics 1K followers celebration

✍️@cillmequick Alex’s house party celebration

Join my own 900 followers celebration theme: 🐶🐾 (will keep this always open)

@cillmequick 100 followers celebration ->“After all this unreal time”

@gypsy-girl-08 Instagram moodboard for “The other woman”

@zablife 1K followers celebration -> “Someone like you”

@notyour-valentine 1K followers celebration (closed) “Ain’t she sweet”

@runnning-outof-time 2.5 followers celebration -> “New traditions”

@evita-shelby 500 followers/Bday (closed) celebration -> Black velvet

@gypsy-girl-08 3K followers celebration -> Collecting moments, not things

My own 900 followers celebration-> A new kind of love 💕🐾

Also, please, if I forget send me your link to add it to this fantastic list!

Note to readers: remember you can take a look at their celebration lists to find new stories you missed or participate in those that are still open. Most important, remember to share your comments and support because these incredible people leave their heart and soul in every story/mood board they share xx

#spread love #sharing is caring

[2-point-5]

hi, welcome to my blog. my old pinned didn't have much information so i decided to make a new one.

> hit the read more to continue

> introduction: the blogger

hello, im 2.5, but i do go by a couple other names, which you can ask for. i am a white disabled aromantic boy dyke, and am okay with any neopronouns (mutuals may use any except for they/them.) i am a minor.

> introduction: the blog

this is my main blog, and all posts here are fast reblogged, meaning i don't add tags. the only thing i consistently tag for is mcyt, but if you have something you need tagged, let me know and i'll do my best to remember to either avoid reblogging that or try to tag it.

i blog a lot about disco elysium and the mountain goats.

> explanation: discourse

i have pretty straightforward opinions on most discourse and that is that as long as no one is being harmed or endangered, it doesn't matter.

if you are on my blog to pick a fight, feel free, i don't mind.

> explanation: mcyt

as my bio says, i prefer mcyt fans not follow me. this includes hermitcraft fans, empires fans, mianite fans, and lifesteal fans. if i meant dream smp, i would have said dream smp.

exceptions to this rule are people who are fans but don't post about it or people who i followed first.

here's a post that explains the situation

> closing statement

if you find me too meanspirited or bitter, please feel free to unfollow. i try to make this a lighthearted place but i make no promises.

also bear in mind that i have 3k+ followers and if someone straight up fucking evil follows me or interacts with me i have no way of knowing.

that's all. thank you for coming

> end

[asymmetryestablished]

✨ Fic Announcement Post! ✨

Insubordinates, Chapter 1 (of 2)

800 words (out of ??? IDK I haven’t finished it yet but knowing me it’ll be 2.5–3k by the time I’m done)

rated: Explicit

pairing: Buggy/Mihawk/Crocodile

Cross Guild fic? Cross Guild fic! I’ve had this guy sitting in my WIP folder for about four months and finally poked the first part enough to post, so I figured, fuck it! Two chapters.

It’s basically a PWP, though the smut doesn’t happen until the yet-unfinished Chapter 2. It’s got some fun narrative voice, though. I tagged it for comedy.

CONTENT WARNING: threats of sexual assault. The threat is not followed through on, but it’s there.

#one piece fanfiction #quoth nsd #nsd’s fanfic introduction posts #one piece buggy #one piece mihawk #one piece crocodile #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #pwp #fanfic rec #one piece #wumpeece #wumpeece spoilers for that one mutual #it’s the clown. it’s the fucking clown

[asiantransman]

Top surgery in Spore - Dr Jane

Thanks to someone who is willing to share his experience with Dr Jane as a private patient. He is currently 4 months post-op when shared his experience.

“Actually everyone in Dr. Jane's department was very nice. From front counter to nurses. I was so impressed with them I bought them all coffee on last follow up. But then again ah, they not big on the pronouns thing. If any guy is particular, then he might want to bring it up. I'm at a life stage where things like pronouns don't bother me anymore so I didn't really care that they used she or called me her.

I was a borderline no-pass (i.e. Doc would do it if I insisted, but she cautioned high rate of failure at my size then) for Peri, but I really didn't want DI. My BMI was a 25-26 initially. I signed up at the gym near me, worked out like crazy almost daily for 2.5 months, controlled sweet and salty food intake (to reduce fat and water retention) and basically cut off all snacks. And I got to within Peri limits. 2.5 months after initial consult was my surgery date, and I was even small enough to do a Hemi-Peri without requiring the full-Peri.My surgeon was impressed with the size change. She expected to remove about 300-350cc of volume during my initial consult, but eventually only managed under 200cc of volume during the surgery itself. I'm successfully flat now and fortunately, had no complications.

I had a Hemi-peri with Nipple reduction in one session and didn't require drains or a post-op binder. I was able to transfer myself from the surgery bed to my ward bed immediately after waking from the anesthesia. Pain after that was a constant 1-2 out of 10 (more an ache than a pain really). Had dressings removed on day 10th post op and had almost no bruising and minimal swelling. I was maybe a B pre-op, and was glad I qualified for Peri. I had decent size areolas too, but pretty big nipples, so asked my surgeon to have the nipples reduced. I didn't get any drains, but my surgeon did say the human body is able to get rid of 20cc of fluid a day on its own.

I was given 3 different levels of painkillers after discharge and was told not to be stingy on them. Learnt something new because Doc said if you're in pain and resisting, the body would have an increased in blood pressure as a natural reaction which is not good for healing. So if feeling any pain, just take the painkiller.

I also had antibiotics and anti-swell. The antibiotics caused antibiotics-diarrhoea, so "self-paired" it with probiotics (just ensured 2 hours apart). Was told not to drink fresh press juice and any herbal stuff before surgery and no herbal / TCM stuff after surgery.

I'm a regular blood donor, and no blood donations 6 weeks before and after surgery.

I slept semi elevated (just put pillows behind back) to increase blood flow for nipple healing.

After Post Op 10th day consult, doc said all good, can shower, she gave Silicone Tape, but coz I did nipple Reduction too, I had stitches on underside (deliberately done there to prevent noticeable scars if any) of the nipple so it wouldn't stay stuck over the nipple. In the end I just changed to using self-purchased silicone gel

So the final bill came down to 12.5k (including GST). Medisave was able to be used for 5.4k. and Medishield paid out about 2k. My nett out of pocket in cash was slightly under 5k. 

Think just side note is this amount includes the below that are not mandatory:

- 2 nights in Single Bed ward (optional to go home rest same day post-op).

- Nipple Reduction which was about 2-3k.

Cost was inclusive of 2 nights stay in single room at private rate. Doc did say no need can go home after that (evident coz I could transfer myself from Surgery Bed to Ward Bed immediately waking from anesthesia) but I stay alone so didn't want to risk anything. Plus didn't want to worry about food and all

”

[arielgricio]

All nakedness will be punished

Special edition 30/30

10 Ed. - 0.5 $XTZ

10 Ed. - 1 $XTZ

10 Ed. - 2.5 $XTZ

What is explicit

what is artistic?

Who dictates what is forbidden?

and what is allowed?

This piece is a special edition to say that my art will not stop. After losing my twitter account with almost 3k followers for a picture containing artistic nudity, I am slowly getting up and trying to make my art reach those who love free expression and my work.

I dedicate myself 24/7 to producing my art, expressing myself, and making it available for collectors to find and support. When you support my work, you are supporting a dreamy artist who loves to share his way of seeing the world.

#tezos #tez #art #nftcreation #nftcreators #nft #cryptoart #nftartist #nftcollector #nfts #photography #nftartists #nftsale #tezos (xtz) #tezosnft #tezosart #objktcom

[kayla1993-world]

Concerned B.C. tenants, landlords still waiting on allowable rent increase for 2023

With an administrative deadline approaching and affordability dwindling, tenants and landlords in British Columbia are concerned about the allowable rent increase for 2023.

Landlords are only allowed to raise rents once a year and must give tenants three months' notice of any annual rent increases.

Notices of rent increases for January 1 must be received by Oct. 1. According to David Hutniak, CEO of LandlordBC, which represents over 3K property owners or managers in the province, it is one of the issues his members are concerned about, as the province has yet to announce the promised increase.

Hutniak said his members were disappointed by Rankin's announcement two weeks ago that the allowable rent increase, when it comes, will be less than the rate of inflation.

Rent increases in British Columbia are determined by a formula that takes into account the 12-month average percent change in the all-items Consumer Price Index for British Columbia over the year ending in July.

In British Columbia, that figure is 5.4 percent, with the unadjusted rate of inflation at 8% compared to last year.

Hutniak says he would not be surprised if the province announced a 2.5 to 3% increase, but having to guess creates a hardship for his members.

"The province's failure to follow that formula creates a lot of uncertainty," he said. "It's difficult for operators to budget, as well as anyone considering building rental properties here."\

Hutniak stated that landlords and property managers had to stretch to allowed increases over the previous three years, which included a rent freeze that began in March 2020 due to the COVID-19 pandemic. 

Rents could rise by 2.6 percent in 2020 before a rent freeze was imposed in March of that year, zero percent in 2021 due to the pandemic, and 1.5 percent in 2022.

Last September, the allowable increase for 2022 was announced. In an email sent to CBC News on Friday, Rankin's office stated, "government is finalizing the details of what the rent cap will be and will have more to say in the days ahead so that people have the information they need."

It previously stated that the increase would strike a balance between tenant affordability and landlords' ability to maintain properties. Dawne Pierce, 60, is a retired Lower Mainland renter who is waiting to see how much more she will have to pay in 2023.

To cope with inflation and high food and gas prices, she and her partner have already cut back on expenses, such as canceling subscriptions to streaming services.

She claims that a 5.4 percent increase would force others in her complex, many of whom are retired on fixed incomes, to cut back on other expenses as well.

"Where will the extra… come from?" she wondered. When the allowable rent increase is announced, there is hope that the BC NDP will follow through on a renters rebate promised in 2017 and again in 2020 to offset rising rents but yet to be distributed.

Before the 2020 election, the B.C. NDP's platform promised $400 per year to households earning up to $80K per year.

In March, the province announced a $110 rebate to alleviate the financial burden of rising gas prices.

[joshslater]

3K

It's exactly two and a half months since the 2750 celebration post and this blog/channel/whatever just passed 3000 followers. As has become my habit and tradition, these are the stories posted on tumblr since then.

Almost Frozen The world was altered and no one noticed. Almost no one.

Another Kyle Everyone should have a crafts hobby.

The Bros Share a lunch with the bros. Something might come of it.

Flesh Limited Simple bodyswap gone predictable.

Frequent Fleer Just a short ride from the hotel to the airport. Layovers are such a drag.

Hypothetical #8 A new hypothetical. Been half a year since the previous one..

Just a Phase Just another cursed object.

A New Perspective Some light scally hypno.

Matt and Liam Rewrite of a scallylad89 story where Matt tries out Liam's clothes.

Metamorphosis Once you hit a certain age your body will start change in ways that might confuse you. It's all normal.

Oopsical Human Trial He's so totally like overreacting.

Permafrost The haunted hairdresser strikes again.

Pop Quiz A rewrite of papermoon's "I'm a dumb jock..." theme.

Push and Pull I had an idea of a plausible dick transformation I wanted to write down.

Quarantine & VR With the university year barely started two students find themselves sharing flat for quarantine.

Strong Coffee I wrote a backstory for one of papermoon's captions.

Unexpected Haircut pt. 2.5 Part 2.5 in my rewrite of the Unexpected Haircut where I'm going a bit on a tangent in mental programming.

Unmuted Peeping Tom during zoom class has some immediate repercussions.

[thebadgerclan]

Congratulations on reaching 2.5 K Followers!!! 🥳 You deserve them ALL!! 💕 Will they be a celebration for the wonderful event?

Thank you! I'm not planning a celebration for any 2.X milestones, but when I hit 3k, I'll likely have something

[bnhaxhaikyuu]

Interest Check Results

We want to thank every single one of the 100 participants that took their time to answer our interest check questions! You’ve helped cement the path for this zine’s future and we couldn’t do this without you.

From the interest check results, we’ve decided on the following:

🔥 Moving forward, this zine will be for profit.

🏐 We will be looking to accept 20 - 25 artists, 10 - 15 writers and 5 digital merch artists.

🔥 The writers accepted into the zine will have a word count of 2.5k - 3k.

We hope these results met everyone’s expectations! Remember to keep an eye out for contributor apps opening in 6 days and for mod intros that’ll be rolling out soon!

For a transcription of the result graphics above, read on.

Are you interested in this concept?

99 respondents answered yes, and 1 respondent answered no.

With the majority answering yes, we felt that we had reached sufficient interest to continue with this zine.

Would you like to be a mod?

18 respondents expressed interest in being a mod, 55 expressed no interest, and 27 answered that they might be interested.

Should this zine be for profit or charity?

71 respondents answered that they believed this zine should be for profit, and 29 answered that they felt like the zine should be for charity.

Going on the majority’s opinion, we decided that this zine would be for profit.

Are you interested in contributing?

70 respondents answered that they would be interested in contributing, 7 answered that they would not be, and 23 respondents answered that they might be interested in contributing.

If yes, how would you like to contribute?

From 92 of the respondents that expressed interest and possible interest in contributing, 43 of them would prefer to contribute as writer, and 49 would prefer to contribute as artist.

Taking the above into account, we settled on accepting  20 - 25 artists, 10 - 15 writers and 5 digital merch artists.

How long should the word count be?

Regarding the zine’s word count, 23 respondents answered with 1-2k, 54 answered with 2.5-3k, 15 responded with 3-4k, and 8 responded that they did not read stories in zines.

Going on the majority vote, we decided that the official word count for the zine would be 2.5-3k.

#interest check #results #interest check results #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #bnha x haikyuu #zine #fanzine

[shions-heart]

hey there! so adulting is hard and I need money for Christmas, so I’m reopening my flat-rate commissions~

how things work

if you’d like to commission me, please send me a DM over Twitter (bella_writing), or an email to [email protected]. when requesting a commission, please be as specific as you can about what you want. this makes it easier for me to know exactly what to write to give you the best possible commission!

these will be short commissions. unfortunately, I don’t have time to write anything long, currently. the maximum word count I can do right now is approximately 3k.

prices

15 USD for 1k and under 20 USD for 1.5k to 2k 30 USD for 2.5 to 3k

45 USD for NSFW, as it takes more effort and usually ends up being around 3k by default (must be willing to provide proof of age if requested).

please let me know what you are willing to pay before I start.

payment

I accept only PayPal. I will send out an invoice prior to starting your fic. I require at least half upfront, the other half once I’ve completed the commission. I’ll send you a screenshot of the first page with the word count for proof of completion. after you send the second half of the payment, I will send you a PDF of the fic. if you would like to pay the full price upfront, let me know. I will be posting the fics either here on Tumblr or on my AO3, unless you request otherwise.

if for some reason I am unable to complete your commission after you’ve paid, I will refund you the half (or full if you paid it all upfront) you spent.

waiting list

I will take up to 2 commissions at a time. if you’re the 3rd, 4th, 5th, etc. person to contact me, I will let you know and you will be put on the queue. when I’m ready to begin your commission, I will contact you to make sure you still want it. these commissions could take up to two (2) weeks to complete. if I feel like one will take longer, I will let you know.

rules

I reserve the right to refuse any prompt/request I receive if I am uncomfortable with the content. requests that include rape/non-con, dub-con, incest, or underage sex will be automatically refused.

I am willing and able to write for the following fandoms:

haikyuu!!*

kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer*

daiya no ace/ace of diamond

no.6

hoshiai no sora/stars align

given

free!

promare

critical role

*my biggest fandoms at the moment

others may be discussed (within reason)! be forewarned: I do have my notps that I will not write (if you know me you can probably guess which, but if it comes up I will let you know and we can discuss a different prompt).

samples

samples of my writing can be found under “my writings” tag or at my ao3 profile

signal boosts are very much appreciated. :) 

THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY! <3

#haikyuu!! fic #kny fic #fic commissions #commissions #sycommissions #i'm a little nervous about opening these again #but i'm doing a lot better so! #also asdfghjkl christmas

[camelliagwerm]

3, 5, 21 & 31 🧙‍♂️

Cheers, Naomi. Sorry this was late.

fic writing asks

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Not any fanfics specifcally, no. Writers -- yes. Whenever I read one of @finiteautomatron‘s fics, it always wants to bring me back to writing because I love Cait’s writing -- the characterization, the structure, the themes -- that much.

But if we’re talking outside of fanfic, the Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter is a huge inspiration, but it’s not like that’s a secret. This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal el-Mohtar and Max Gladstone is another that is starting to becoming something of an inspiration too.

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

I guess I’m less likely to read AU stuff - particularly things like coffee shop or more mundane aus because a lot of the stuff I like are more SFF or Gothic Horror so something like a coffee shop au just doesn’t appeal.

Also when people tag a shitton of pairings for something that’s clearly not focused on that pairing. If I’m looking for a specific ship, I’m not gonna read something that only features them as a background pairing. FF.Net was onto something when they limited each work to 4 pairings max.

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Titles, titles, titles. I’m abysmal at them.

Alternatively, having to feel like I have to hit a certain wordcount in order to have it feel like a ‘real’ fic that I can then post. My brain be like “it has to be at least 2.5k if you want to post it” even though I very rarely hit that word count anymore. And I know why I feel like it has to be that long -- 2.5-3k was the average length of my weekly creative writing assignments at university, so part of me still sees it as the default for something to be an acceptable enough length to share.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Contrary to what is probably popular belief that Leonelle is my favourite -- mostly because she probably gets requested the most --  I would actually have to say Mina and Gretchen might actually be my favourites.

Gretchen is the most like me so her voice is the most natural to me vs. some of the other characters I do write for. I don’t really doubt my own writing decisions with her -- no “would she say this or not?” because chances are, yes she would. Plus I get to weave a little bit of British Lad Culture in with her so that’s always fun.

Mina is one of the more complex ones I have floating around in my head -- she’s my own take on the ‘mad’ wasteland doctor. I would like to think that she is, at heart, a good person but has a terrible way of going about things and struggles to maintain that balance between keeping to her oath to do no harm and having to do harm in order to help.

#roberthouses #answered

[gguksgalaxy]

Masters Week 2 & 3

September 7 - September 13

This week was still kind of chill. I completely forgot to write one of these so I'm not entirely sure what to put anymore. I did bake those cookies again! Same recipe but this time the vanilla ones: still amazing. I'm not entirely sure whether I prefer vanilla or chocolate, both are super good. Oh I made curry for the first time. Or well, first time, more so this type. I bought a curry paste from my local asian grocer and used that to make curry, and it was super tasty.  I had to hand in my first paper, which was super stressful. On Monday morning I noticed that I had fucked up and didn't follow the guidelines properly. So I had to rewrite the entire thing AGAIN. Though I managed to hand it in on time. I had fun at school too, but I was quite caught up with all my uni work that I didn't get too much time to myself.  Later that week I decided to pick up playing Fire Emblem Awakening again! Week Rating: 3.5/5 Something I learned: Read the entire fucking paper guideline. ALL OF IT. THREE TIMES.

September 14 - september 21

I'm so glad I did a lot of food prep for this week because boy it was not a great one. It started off okay, but I was already stressing with my second paper. Then it turned out I got only 1/2 marks for my first paper which made me sad. Additionally my Logic teacher decided to drop on us that making the take home midterm would take more than a day and bish I didn't have time. I had a fucking paper to write.  I was trying to stay calm but it all just kept kind of building and building between Tuesday and Thursday until a point where I just kind of crashed on Thursday evening. I was super drained and tired and kind of down so I just cancelled my uni work for that night and just sat down on the couch. Which turned into me writing a fic that I haven't touched in a long time. I wrote 3k, and I'm really proud of it. Though, I was kind of weirded out by the experience cuz I sort of dissociated when I wrote it. But according to my friends it turned out really good.  Work was okay this week, I got to stay late and make some good money. I also finished the midterm early (the teach was rlly just on a high horse). So I did start to feel better towards the end of the week, partially thanks to the lovely @fallinforkoo making my days a little brighter.  Lastly, on Sunday, I finally got to do some planning for one of my upcoming fics. Fool's Gold, a Jungkook Mafia!Au!! Week Rating: 2.5/5 Something I learned: I have ADHD

#Gwaen blab #uni blab #week review