#egf2022

Hi!

Man, I've been having a really hard time sharing the past few weeks...I just can't get my brain out of this dark arena it's trapped in...hence Baz being a sad sack on my last share (the sun as Simon)...but I'm just gonna suck it up and grab a bit from my wip and post it bc I really need to break the seal and get back in the game here. It's NSFW bc that's how we do, that's what I'm working through and it's what Simon and Baz are working with (very happily).

Just a little meta thought here on PWP, something that's been on my mind...Smutty scenes may not always have a lot of plot...but they always have PURPOSE for me. There is an emotional depth that Simon and Baz are reaching for...a place they are reaching toward, of deeper closeness, love, support. Not every *moment* has to be that...but overall...the meeting of them together in physical closeness creates something that is more than the sum of its *physical* parts. Whether it's soft and tender or rough and boundary pushing. And I get that from *everyone's* PWP...like even if the purpose is just FUN. There is so much value in that. For Simon and Baz and for the reader (at least if the reader is yours truly 😄) Just wanted to assure anyone who like feels weird or embarrassed or like deprecating about their fic being PWP. Anyway...I don't know why I'm writing a book here...didn't mean for this to be a journal entry 🙄.

Ok, I don't know...here's a grab from the EGF fic that is just plugging along over here.

Simon and Baz have switched some power dynamics throughout this fic...NSFW below the cut.

I’m back on my drunk!Baz bullshit:)

Here’s what I’m working on for the @erotic-grope-fest . It’s looking good and juicy. I have only prepared the foreplay, and I’m still working on the smut per se, ups, but it’s something.

“That’s right, love,” Baz says, and I buck my hips into him. “Come for me, Simon.”

I’m going to regret this, but I groan when I push him until his back is on the couch and trap his wrists in my hands.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I can’t come,” he frowns. “Not with you like this. You’re drunk.”

“Oi, with this again?” he’s getting angry.

“Yes, because I can’t let this happen when your inhibitions are low, Baz. It’s not moral.”

“And talking to me with your penis out is.”

And because I just wrote this for the second fic… here:)

He licks the side of my neck and I curl my back at his touch, but he takes my throat in his hand and presses hard.

“Colour?” he asks me.

Oh, so this is what he’s doing. Alright.

“Green,” I breathe out; he pushes his hips further and I bite out a moan.

“Don’t hold back.”

Anyhow, I have a friend that’s scared of me because I’m an ace who’s repulsed by dicks and writes cis gay smut, so he’s confused at why is it so fun to write it, but it is. It’s like my little porn amusement park. So, yeah, Idk:)

My contribution to @erotic-grope-fest! Thank you Pal for organizing this most lovely of fests, Baz deserves nothing less!

Based on and inspired by "Drain Me" by @facewithoutheart <3

Fill You Up

I want to fill you up forever Be the reason that you live Fill you heart up with my blood Yours to take and mine to give

“So good,” he whispers, lips wet and shining with saliva and precome. “You taste so good. I want to swallow you whole.” I shouldn’t find this as erotic as I do, but this is Simon, and of course eating people turns out to be a huge turn on for him. (I should add cannibalism to the list of his love languages, right next to homicide.)

When Simon wakes up from a biscuit-themed wet dream, Baz has no other choice but to indulge him and roleplay his own "demise by mastication".

This was supposed to be for @carryon-countdown, but now it is my piece for @erotic-grope-fest!

I'm so excited about this fest, thanks @palimpsessed for organising.

Inspired by this by @stardustasincocaine

Baz gets home late, and Simon is not pleased. He decides to punish Baz. Truly unhinged monsterfuckery ensues.

There are dom/sub elements to this fic, and things do get pretty rough, so please mind the tags before you read if any of that kind of thing bothers you at all.

It’s HERE!!! Happy @erotic-grope-fest day everyone! The inimitable @stardustasincocaine​ and I collaborated to bring you this absolutely filthy masterpiece. Tessa seriously outdid themselves with the art for this one, I cannot wait for everyone to see it! Check out the preview below or just read the whole thing on ao3!

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Simon

It’s almost eight, and Baz is nearly two hours late getting home. This is not what I was hoping for tonight. The food I made has gone cold on the kitchen counter, and I’m currently tucked into the corner of the couch, knees curled into my chest, wrapped in a huge fuzzy blanket and feeling quite sorry for myself. By the time the door finally opens and Baz rushes in, I’ve settled into being thoroughly annoyed.

“Simon,” he says, eyebrows pulling together in the middle like they do when he’s distressed, “I’m so sorry, my class ran long and then I missed the train and—”

“You didn’t call me,” I interrupt quietly. Dangerously.

Baz blinks, absorbing my tone.

“I left my phone in Professor Wexley’s office,” he explains, bending to untie his shoes.

I rise from the sofa, letting the blanket fall as I cross to the doorway. Baz looks up at me and freezes, one shoe still tied. I put one finger under his chin, forcing him to keep eye contact with me as my tail snakes up and wraps around his throat. He swallows, and I feel his throat shifting.

“I made you dinner,” I start; Baz opens his mouth, but I move my finger from his chin to his lips. I’m not finished. “I made you dinner, and then I watched it get cold,” I tell him.

Baz whimpers softly in the back of his throat, a sad, sympathetic sound. It goes straight to my cock.

“You didn’t call me, you didn’t text,” I continue, “and yes, I know you forgot your phone, but that was very irresponsible of you, don’t you think?”

He nods quickly. He’s still crouched on the floor, and I press the finger that has been resting on his lips into his mouth, past his teeth to slide against his cold tongue. His eyelashes flutter as he sucks on it.

“I think… you deserve to be punished,” I breathe, “don’t you?”

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