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begging on my knees for arthur x trans man reader. but please god. bear reader. all i ever see is twink trans man rep and it is so depressing for my poor bear heart. nsfw or not, i just want arthur to feel loved and to be able to pretend it’s me making him feel like that 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Thank you, anon, for the request! I have to say —- this is a good one to start us off, especially with the specifics. This is what my account is all about. Bear (no pun intended) in mind that, because of the fact that this request is so unique, it may not be perfect, but I’ll try my hardest to be as inclusive as possible. So, without further ado . . .

Arthur Morgan W/FTM (Bear) Reader;

—- Before anything else, Arthur is extremely impressed by your appearance, to the point where he may be initially a bit surprised. He’s used to being the strong one in most situations, so seeing someone other than himself who has a somewhat similar physique? Color him smitten.

—- No matter how tall you may be, Arthur will want to wrestle with you, obviously. Of course, at some point, he’ll ‘accidentally’ lose, and allow you to pull him into a headlock or something similar. He’ll never admit it, outwardly, but being able to genuinely become manhandled by another person is a subtle turn-on for him.

—- On the topic of your physique, it won’t be rare to occasionally catch Arthur’s gaze lingering for a few extra moments, especially upon your biceps. Again, it’s just so rare for him to come across another man who carries a physique similar to himself, and he can’t help but admire you. Confront him about it, though, and he’ll adamantly deny it, and probably tease you for even suggesting such a thing.

—- He’s not particularly used to being comforted by anyone; at least, not in an intimate sense. He’d grown to push the desire aside, into the back of his mind, until you’d come along. Suddenly, all he wants is to be comforted, and treated like something much more fragile than he’s used to.

—- If Arthur comes home, or back to camp, after a long day of working, be prepared to offer him a place to lay his head down onto. Whether this be your chest, stomach, or somewhere else entirely, he’ll be planted to that spot for as long as possible. Don’t expect much conversation —- he prefers the luxury of being able to relax in silence, and it’s much easier to listen to the sound of your breathing, like that.

—- Sometimes, when Arthur’s feeling particularly sappy, he’ll fall asleep whilst resting against you, solely because of how comfortable and protected he feels. The sleepiness particularly overwhelms him, though, if you decide to run your hands through his hair, or massage little patterns into his skin. Sometimes, if he falls into a deep enough slumber, he’ll leave a small puddle of drool against your shirt, and become mildly embarrassed when noticing it after regaining consciousness.

—- Expect lots of nuzzling from Arthur; he’s practically obsessed with how satisfyingly fuzzy you happen to be. This can manifest itself in subtle ways, like him brushing his cheek against your own after he shaves, just to feel the difference between the textures. He also loves to come up and hug you from behind; it gives him more of an opportunity to slip his hands beneath your shirt and feel the fuzziness of your tummy, or reach up and do the same with your chest.

—- He loves seeing you walk around in slightly more revealing clothing, even if it’s nothing more than skipping the last button of your shirt, and leaving more skin available. Seeing your chest hair poke out through the top of your shirt, for some ‘unknown’ reason, causes him to absolutely lose his mind. Lots of staring ensues, enough to catch your attention a multitude of times, much to his embarrassment.

—- Picking up something particularly heavy, without anyone helping you do so? Arthur is practically obsessed with watching you do that, and will openly remark on how strong you are, and how he’s impressed by your ability to outdo yourself. He’ll occasionally remark about how he’d ‘never be able to do something like that’, just to see whatever response you shoot back at him.

—- Arthur won’t tolerate any sort of criticism towards you, or your identity; you’re much more of a man than most of the folk within his life, and he’s willing to die on that hill. He may not jump at the idea to behave as though you ‘need to be protected’, but he’s more than capable of defending you in your absence. He won’t allow anyone to talk shit —- you make him feel safe, and he’s not willing to let something like that go.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x trans male reader #ftm reader #male reader

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mlm-ficcollection · 2 months

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mlm-ficcollection · 2 months

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Jasper Hale X Male! Reader (part. 2)

(I'm only a little bit ashamed that I forgot to post the second chapter on here. Anyways, enjoy!)

(Part. 1)

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The newborn lay in bed, glaring up at the unassuming and undeserving roof, and wondering how someone had just managed to come out for him.

After the incident, (y/n) stormed off into his room to cool off a bit (before he murdered Edward. Which he would be justified in doing thank you very much).

Coming out was, or had been, important to him. It was supposed to be a heartfelt moment of acceptance and love, a chance at something he'd never gotten before. And he knew that the others weren't blind to that fact either. He'd seen the look in Carlisle's eyes. The doctor certainly wasn't stupid. He knew he had his suspicions.

But this was not how coming out was supposed to go. He wished he had a rock or something just so he could chuck it at something (someone).

A soft knock came from the door, interrupting his seething. (Y/n) growled in frustration, turning over in the bed and facing away from the door.

"Fuck off Edward! Apology not accepted, go fuck yourself."

A small pause came from the other side of the door, sounding vaguely like someone stifling their laughter.

"... Well, what if it's not Edward?"

(Y/n)'s eyes shot open and he sat up with a start, recognizing the southern drawl on the other side of the door as definitely not Edwards. He slowly laid down again,

"Come in Jasper."

The door opened and closed, and the man approached the bed. (Y/n) did not avert his gaze from the roof. He felt no need to. The sheets of the bed shifted a bit as Jasper laid down next to him, staring at the roof as well.

For some reason, it didn't feel awkward. It just felt... safe, and calm.

"What're we lookin' at?"

Jasper asked, blinking at the empty grey roof. The newborn hadn’t the heart to tell him he was just glaring at the roof and imagining chucking rocks at his brother.

"It's new to me, this whole vampire sight. I can literally see the tiny insects on the roof." (Y/n) answered, not technically lying.

"... I'm not sure I like it. I lived in blissful ignorance of how I was surrounded by bugs before."

Jasper let out a huff of a laugh, and then they fell into a comfortable silence once more. There was tension brewing under the surface though, as if Jasper was waiting to say something that he didn’t quite know how to phrase. That wouldn’t surprise him. The man wasn’t exactly a star at navigating social interactions, mostly opting to stand back and observe.

Brooding, (y/n) had called it once, to which Jasper had responded with the most unamused of looks, making him throw his head back in laughter.

"You know it's okay right? To be gay, I mean."

Jasper stated, breaking the silence, but not the gaze on the roof. The poor roof had been subject to their scrutinising gazes for quite a while now.

(Y/n) didn't know how to respond. He couldn’t exactly argue. He knew it was technically not wrong - but some part of him still believed it was. His whole life he had been told he was wrong, a sin, a disgrace.

"... Is it?"

He mumbled, more so to himself than as an actual question. Life lessons were not always so easily unlearned. Then again, he had been taught vampires weren’t real too, and that had been unlearned pretty quickly.

Jasper frowned. (Y/n) wondered if he had upset him, as the silence between them stretched on.

"... I'm gay too, y'know. Sorta. I don’t really know all the… Words. Labels. Alice, uh, tried explainin’ but it ain’t sticking." He motioned noncommittally with his hand,

“I like women and men.”

Bi, (y/n) thought to himself, while also reeling from the weight of the words Jasper had just spoken. (Made sense though, that he had a hard time with the labels. From what he knew, Jasper was from a time you were either gay or not. Preferably not.)

…

Bi. Jasper was Bi. Jasper liked men and women.

“Wasn’ easy to come to that conclusion. Confederate Texas wasn’t the most open a’ places, believe it or not.” (y/n) snorted. Jasper smirked at the reaction, but continued. “I had to… Unlearn a lot of stuff, I’m sure you can imagine. Alice helped a lot. Anyway, it’s not wrong.”

They fell back into silence again after that. They tended to do that. Neither of them minded it.

(Y/n) couldn’t just… Unlearn everything on the spot.

But with time he’d get there.

“Thank you, Jasper.”

He responded eventually, looking over at the blond. He nodded at him.

“It means a lot.”

And Jasper simply nodded in response, returning the newborn's gaze before averting his eyes, back at the roof.

They both laid there, watching the roof. Or maybe just thinking. It didn’t matter.

Eventually, Jasper stood up to leave, nodding goodbye to the newborn once in the doorway. The newborn held up its hand, tipping a pretend cowboy hat at him, eyes twinkling mischievously. Jasper rolled his eyes. The fond smirk on his face was still there when he closed the door.

…

Jasper was bi. A tingle of hope spread through (y/n)s body, shooting through him like adrenaline.

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Time passed, and… Nothing happened.

A couple of longing looks, a couple of too many lingering touches at training, but still, nothing. Let it be known that neither of the two men had a reputation for being fantastic at communication. It was likely that neither of the men wanted to assume the other one liked them back for fear of being wrong, of accidentally pushing the other away, of ruining what they had.

It was disgustingly adorable and horrendously frustrating to watch.

“I don’t get it.”

Alice declared, standing by one of their very large windows and peering out. In the woods, Jasper and (y/n) were training once more. Jasper brushed a hand against the newborn's shoulder, and Alice had to turn away from the window to stop herself from throwing a rock at them.

“How can they be this oblivious! I don't understand!”

“They are both afraid of making a mistake,” Edward stated from his place on the couch, distantly gazing into the trees. He seemed to be listening to them, more so than watching them. “Each wallowing in their own personal pit of self-doubt.”

“Yes, but it’s so obvious!”

Alice dramatically gestured with her hands - and it was obvious that this was killing her, not being able to just… Tell them that they were both wrong, that the feelings were requited. To not be able to help them.

“We have to let them take their time.”

Alice spun around, and there was Carlisle, coming down the stairs slowly. His gaze was set on the two men in the woods as well, before he looked over at Alice, his eyes gentle, and kind, and understanding.

“They have to realise it on their own. We can’t force their hands on this.”

He was right, of course. And Alice, if anyone, knew they’d get there eventually.

But holy shit could they take their time.

#jasper hale x male reader #twilight #jasper hale x reader #x male reader #male reader #twilight x reader #gn reader #jasper hale x gn reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen

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mlm-ficcollection · 2 months

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"For as long as he can remember, Harvey Winters has been running.

Well, turns out there's no running from Jasper."

I wanted to make you all aware of a Jasper Hale X Male! Oc fic that I'm writing on ao3! It's based on one of the best Roleplays I've ever had, and it would make me very happy if you guys checked it out! It's just the first part, and it's from Harvey's perspective.

I think you guys will enjoy it!

#jasper hale x male reader #twilight #jasper hale x reader #x male reader #male reader #twilight x reader #jasper hale #jasper hale x oc #jasper hale x male oc #jasper hale x male! oc #twilight oc

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mlm-ficcollection · 3 months

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Sit Still: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 6, Dubcon/Frottage Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Slight dubcon, frottage, sex with clothes on, grinding, kissing, neck kissing, marking, low honor Arthur Morgan, dominate Arthur and submissive Reader, sleeping, slight cuddling Summary: With the whole camp noticing Arthur’s darker turn recently, Dutch sent you out to keep an eye on him.

The gang isn’t entirely sure what’s been going on with Arthur. All Miss Grimshaw told was that he’d told Mary-Beth that he’d been killing people without reason. Even Dutch is concerned, shutting himself and Hosea in his tent to talk about their son. You heard John telling Abigail not to let Jack near him for now. Kieran’s been shyer around him. Uncle hasn’t asked him for money. Something is wrong with the Van der Linde work horse, his mind isn’t as it should be.

So being alone with him is a little unnerving.

Dutch warned you explicitly before you left for this overnight job. “Watch him.” He said. “Tell me what you think.”

You glance up at Arthur. His eyes are fixed on the fire as he pokes it with a stick. He seems fine right now and he was pleasant enough on the ride out, telling a few jokes and making idle conversation. Dutch trusted you with this little ruse, a half baked job to observe Arthur’s mental state, because he knows you can handle yourself. You could fight him off at the very least, get to your horse, and you can watch him unlike Micah or Bill.

Still, your heart races.

“What’s got you all worked up?” Arthur mutters, eyes fixing on you as he sits back on his bedroll across the fire. “Somethin’ Dutch said?”

Your breath hitches but you shake it, keeping your cool. “Just cold out here, should’ve worn a better coat.”

Arthur hums, his eyes boring into you so hard you can feel it.

He just seems different, very much not himself. You know Arthur well enough to know he’s not usually the kind of man to feel so off putting. He’s an outlaw, sure, but he’s usually the type you’d feel safe sharing a camp with. Right now you have half a mind to think he might slit your throat in your sleep. But it’s Arthur, he wouldn’t do anything like that. He wouldn’t.

“Cold, huh?”

You meet his eyes for a moment, that same bright color shaded by the dark flames. They look menacing somehow, even though you’ve seen them scrunched with laughter and accompanied by flushed cheeks. You just nod.

“Suppose I am too.” He says without a hint of a shiver. “Maybe we should share, keep each other warm.”

You feel a twinge in your chest. Share? With Arthur? No doubt you’ve thought about it, cuddling up to him in his tent on cold nights at camp. And you especially thought about it when you were up in Colter. But now, with the way Arthur’s been these past few weeks, the thought makes you nervous.

“I’m alright, Arthur.”

“No.” He says gruffly. “I insist.”

You stare for a moment. Insist?

Then Arthur moves, standing and walking off into the dark. You assume he goes to take a piss, not overly concerned about his whereabouts. He’s too far away to see for a while so you give yourself time to think. Arthur Morgan… insisting?

It happens fast, hands shoving your shoulders and weight on top of you before you can do anything. You’re pinned to your bedroll and when you look up, it’s Arthur’s dazzling eyes looking down at you. He’s sitting on your legs, just below your gunbelt, his hands holding your wrists on either side of your head.

You swallow your nerves before you speak. “Arthur?”

He shushes you, soft and smooth, as he moves your wrists together so he can hold them with one hand. You don’t have the present mind to protest anyway. With his newly free hand, he unbuckles your gunbelt and you mindlessly lift your hips to let him pull it off.

“Good boy.” He mutters, his hand settling on your stomach. “Sit still fer me.”

You don’t dare move when he lets your wrists go. Arthur could kill you in a second if he really wanted to. Even if you still had your guns, no one is a faster draw than him. He shifts up your legs a little, leaning forward so his body covers yours. Your mouth goes dry when you feel it, Arthur’s dick pressing into your own. It’s hard, straining against his pants as he begins to grind into you. He hardly bothers to spare you of his weight, leaning hard into you and his arms only serving to sit beside your head as he breathes against your neck. His legs are spread over you, leaving only your own legs as a probable means of escape.

But do you want to?

Arthur’s an attractive man, usually a good one too. The Arthur you know would have asked before pinning you down, he would’ve been more gentle about it. But this… this feels good too. Arthur’s dick rubbing yours through two layers of pants has already gotten you half hard, and when you feel his lips at your neck, you become solid. Arthur groans against your skin, his hips digging against yours further and faster. He’s sloppy, needy, and you wonder why he doesn’t just shed the clothes keeping you apart.

In a way, you’re thankful he doesn’t.

“Ya feel good, boy.” He murmurs, his lips pressing wet, hot kisses along your neck.

“Arthur…”

He shushes you again, moving his head to kiss you properly. He’s warm and he tastes so deeply of whiskey you have to wonder if he’s drunk. The movement of his hips distracts you before you can think much about it. Fast, impossible good ruts that make your clothes rub heavenly against your sensitive dick. And when paired with Arthur’s rough lips on your own and the force of it all, you feel yourself getting close.

Arthur pulls away from the kiss, sitting up slightly as his hands return to hold your wrists. You haven’t moved them, you’ve barely moved at all. Only the slight jut of your hips or the squirming of your legs, nothing Arthur has noticed. He grinds down against you, a low groan coming out of him and you have to hold your own expressions in.

“Knew you’d be good.” He mutters. “Just wait ‘til I do this proper.”

You feel a hitch in your throat, then the waves over take you as Arthur ruts faster. You grind up into him and you can hear him chuckle as he leans down to suck a mark into your neck. Your vision blurs a bit as you come down. There’s a new feeling that accompanies the same heavy weight of Arthur, a wet warmth in your pants. Arthur has drooped into you, his breathing slow and steady and his arms wrapped around you. Timidly, you move your arms around him once you hear the gentle snores.

You have no idea what you’ll tell Dutch now.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x male reader #red dead redemption x male reader #rdr2 #x male reader #nsfw

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mlm-ficcollection · 3 months

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Sharing clothes with Arthur Morgan

Paring: Arthur Morgan x male!reader

Warning: sex mentioned a few times.

Summary: Very short headcanons about sharing clothes with Arthur

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It started with you borrowing his shirt.

Back before you were really dating and more so just fucking, you'd done it of accident

You'd nearly forgotten about the man you'd brought home, rolling out of bed and picking up the first shirt you saw on the floor.

Forgoing any other clothes and heading to the kitchen to cook, only to be forcefully spun around a few minutes later by a mildly possessive Arthur.

“That's my shirt.”

“I'm borrowin’ it, you can have it back in a minute.”

When you turned back around you could still feel his presence behind you, and see his hands caging you against the counter in front of you.

“Looks good on you..” he hummed out, sleep still evident in his voice.

You smiled to yourself but eventually had to break away from him to continue preparing breakfast.

As your casual fucking turned into dating your habit of wearing his clothes increased.

Stealing his hat straight off his head, then disappearing on a hunt for days.

“Accidentally” washing your clothes together and claiming what's his was yours.

Wearing his spare coat during the winter seasons.

Complimenting him on his clothes only to steal them later.

Buying him new clothes that you knew would end up back with you eventually.

Arthur isn't completely innocent either.

He's a clothes thief too, thought he might not be as conniving as you were when it came to this particular area of theft.

He’ll purposefully steal your clothes after sex, you hardly even realize it until you see him walking around camp wearing them.

Getting confused as to who clothes are what.

“That’s my shirt!”

“It was mine first!”

Your clothes eventually become a giant mixing pot of both of your things until it is impossible to tell what used to belong to who.

#arthur morgan x male reader #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #male reader #rdr2

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mlm-ficcollection · 5 months

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duped [rome’s writing]

pairing: gale dekarios x gn!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

content warning: gale getting cucked by himself, magical sexy time, restraints

romie note: “Guys im too lazy to be making my own accounts okaie? so here i am posting on moons which i might be doing from time to time cuz gawd dawm can Gale absolutely RAIL ME- i mean cuz i miss writing,,, love you guys -rome 🖤”

Although Gale was never keen to share you, there was one exception he would always allow - his mirror image. Call it vain or selfish, but he couldn’t let another have you, and he made up for that with letting you have twice as much of him. It’s how you ended up here.

“You’re so pretty Gale,” he shudders as you come up behind him, fingers raking over his shoulders and down his chest as you kiss and nip gently at his neck. His wrists fight against their restraints as he tilts his head back into you, begging for more without saying a word. You’re quick to pull away from him, leaving him groaning as you make your way around him to the bed, a grin forming on the duplicates face as you pull him into a light kiss.

Gale can’t tear his eyes away as you sink to your knees, his twins hand entangled in your hair as you plant kisses on chest, then stomach, before giving on kiss next to the base of his cock.

“Does he taste like you too?” You tease, turning to give Gale a smirk. His own cock is straining against his pants, begging to be let out, touched, and sucked till he was seeing scars. His hair was a mess and his face burning bright pink as his lips lightly separated as his voice comes out in whimpers.

“Yes,” his flush grows dark as he averts his eyes from you. “I made sure he was the same in every way.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him before turning your attention back to the clone in front of you, licking a long stride up his cock and tasting Gale in your mouth. His hand twists in your hair as you repeat the motion again and again dragging light whimpers from both your men.

The replicate has the same impatience as Gale, stopping your teasing and moving ever so demanding, sliding his dick slowly into your mouth. He pushed your head down till your fully at his base, choking at the fullness prodding your throat before pulling out, allowing you air before taking it away once again. He sets a relentless pace, turning slightly so Gale could get the perfect view of him fucking your mouth raw. Spit dripped down your chin as you moaned around him causing the duplicate to whimper and grip your hair harder.

Gale pulls against his restraints once again, a wet patch forming on his pants as his cock leaks and begs to be sucked like the one in front of him. He whimpers and bites his bottom lip as tears prick his eyes, he aches for your touch but can only helplessly watch as you pleasure his mirror image instead. He watches the ways you hollow your cheeks, thighs clenching together as you try to get some sort of friction for yourself as you gag and whine around him.

He adores your eagerness, the way you would do anything for even a replication of his cock. He could cum from the sight alone. Utter devotion to him and him alone. His clones hips falter and you eagerly pick up the pace for him, bring your hands up to continue pumping him as your leave your mouth open sticking your tongue out awaiting his release. His cum releases in hot strips, coating your tongue, face, and chest and you swear Gale must’ve modified him so that he would come twice the amount just so he could see you covered in his seed.

“You are so perfect,” Gale whimpers out, trying his hardest to immortalize the scene in front of him, to sear it into his brain. He would happily forget all his knowledge of the Weave, of Mystra herself, just to have the sight of you pumping his weeping dick, covered in his cum forever in his mind.

“Gods, please, please release me,” he mewled.

“Why should I?” you smirk, climbing onto the bed and getting onto your hands and knees. Gale is just out of reach but his duplicate moves around you teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. “Seems like he can fuck me just as you could.”

Gale seethes as your mouth falls open whining in pleasure as his twin continues teasing your slit up and down. “Please, I’m begging you.”

You pretend to think it over, reaching out a hand to rest of his thigh right as his duplicate fully sinks into you. You let out a shocked gasp that quickly turns into loud, whiny moans as he pulls back out till just the tip of his cock is inside you before slamming in once again. Your nails dig into the real Gale’s thighs as you get fucked from behind. He’s relentless like his true twin, and all you can do is moan and stare into the eyes of the man in front of you. Pure desperation come from his pleading eyes as he can only watch your bliss, cum and droll dripping from your open mouth and onto the bed below you.

“Gale— fuck, please,” you moan out and you aren’t sure which Gale you are begging for. The clone is filling you up so perfectly, exactly the same way the real Gale would, pounding into you over and over again, hitting all the right places. Your eyes rake over Gale’s body, the sweat rolling down his chest, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the arms of the chair. For a brief moment, you debate allowing him free, letting him fuck your mouth till you can’t breath or talk while his clone fucks you till you can’t walk. As tempting of an idea as it is, you barely get time to register as the replica brings his fingers down to further your simulation and brings you over the edge as he rails you into the sheets, an unforgiving hand at your lower back pushing you down. Gale’s name falls from your mouth over and over as if he was your only salvation, hips stuttering against yours as his twin fills you up with his cum. You gasp for breath, clawing at the real Gale’s thighs unable to do anything more than whimper and shake as you are filled to the brim before the clone of Gale releases his grasp on you and disappears before you have a chance to even look back at him.

Meanwhile the Gale in front you tugs at his restraints, a glossy tear streaming down his face as he attempts to throw himself at you. You smile lazily, dragging yourself from the bed and sitting on his lap, legs falling on either side of him lazily. You card your fingers through his hair and capture his lips in a desperate kiss. His cock is straining hard against his pants underneath you, his own cum leaking out of you onto the rough fabric of his robes.

“Please,” his voice is a broken cry, and you gently roll your core against him reveling in the way he desperately ruts his cock back against you. You continue the motion, rocking yourself back and forth against him despite how sensitive you are, mewling happily as he bites and sucks at your neck, grinding up into you.

“Gods you feel amazing,” he whines. He feels so dirty rutting against you desperately, thighs covered in his own sticky mess as you fall apart against him, hands wrapped tight in his hair as you subconsciously continue to roll your hips into his desperate to fell him cum despite having felt it twice before. Your throat is raw and your voice is barely audible as you whisper the incantation to release Gale from his bonds.

His hands immediately fly up and entangle themselves around you, one in your hair tugging your head back and the other around your back to support you as he grinds his member against you. It’s embarrassing how fast and how hard he cums once he’s able to fully touch you, body quivering as he shakes and ruts against you, creating a mess in his pants as he cums. His arms wrap around your torso, pulling you close as he capture your lips in a short but sweet kiss as you both try to catch your breath. He legs stumble, barely working as he pulls you both out of the chair, lying down on the bed side by side.

“Next time I want you both” you whisper, looking over to lock eyes with the brown ones next to you.

“Agreed.”

#gale dekarios #gale dekarios x reader #gn reader #Bg3 #Nsfw

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mlm-ficcollection · 5 months

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Astarion x Reader x Halsin (Plus the drow twins lol)

WARNING: this is 18+. There is sex. Reader is a trans man. Readers genitalia is referred to as cunt, clit, etc. Douple pen. Bottom reader.

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“Why, I haven’t seen you before. You must be new,” The woman at the counter greeted, stopping whatever she was doing and turning her attention to the three of you. The sound of a violin playing as the smell of alcohol wafted through the air and hit you, like a punch to the face with a fist full of poison. It smelled terrible. But something underneath the putrid smell of it kept you, something sweet and addicting. Like sweet tasting poison. Dangerous to consume, but difficult to stop. “What would it be, sweet?” The woman’s kind eyes stared into you, studying you.

What services do you provide?

She laughed, her skin creasing as she smiled. “We’re a brothel, sweetie, what do you think?” You deadpanned, not realizing you had walked right into a sex house. “Ffion is missing and Naoise is busy at the moment, but the twins are available,” She motioned to the curtains, “just beyond the curtains and you’ll find them.” She went back to whatever brothel business she was doing before you walked in. You were curious, as anyone who accidentally walked into a brothel was, deciding why not see what this place has to offer and followed the music into the small room. A teifling woman was dancing, if you could call moving your body and shuffling your feet that, as a dwarven man played the violin.

“A new face! Looking for another chapter of dirty lore for your biography?” The male twin, Sorn, scanned you with his eyes. Shyness crawled up your chest as his eyes lingered on your body, a hungry look, like a predator sizing up his prey.

“You have but to ask, and we can grant you a moment of pleasure.” The female twin, Nym, held a sultry tone as she took your hand, caressing the tiny scars that littered it. You started to feel hot, feeling the blood rush into your cheeks. “Don’t be shy,” she continued to stroke your arm with soft touches.

“An intriguing pair. Takes me back to my youth,” The giant elf watched as Nym’s fingers gently caressed your skin, how your breathing picked up just a bit. Astarion was amused, how such little touch could have you giving a big reaction. He wondered how you would hold up in bed, if at all.

“I have never seen a creature as fair as this pale beau,” Her hand went further up your arm, her fingers ghosting over the fabric over your chest as she stared at Astarion.

“Well, I have never imagined I’d be on the paying end of the brothel.” He mused, watching you squirm in Nym’s arms. The feeling of arousal was prominent in all three of you.

“Are they your partners? How wonderful. I’m sure we can come to an… agreement.” Sorn suddenly appeared on your other side, chest pressed into your back as he lifted you other arm, hand around your waist. The touch from both of the twins sent tingles down your spine and into your groin, sweat dripping down your four head as you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together.

I’d like to hire both of you.

“We need another, if you truly want us both.” You could feel the eyes of the other patrons in the room, but you payed no mind, relishing in the feeling of the two’s touch against you, wishing that Sorn’s hand would go just a little lower.

“I’d love to try this again, now that I’m free to find my own desires.” Astarion watched as the twins handled you, drinking in the view of you unfolding to simple touches.

“Perhaps you’d care for a little extra company,” Halsin was no better, enjoying how you squirmed and gasped at the mercy of the two.

“We need a shower of gold before we head up,” The shirtless of the two was quickly handed a bag of gold.

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The five of you settled on the bed, the twins on one side of you and your companions on the other. Nym kissed your neck, trailing her hand down your shirt, stopping over your belt buckle. You groaned, the heat in your pants was uncomfortable, sticky. You wanted her to hurry up, to take off your pants and rub you. Gods, you were turned on. Sorn’s hand appeared from behind you, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, teasing you with light touches. Your shirt sagged off your shoulders as you leaned back, breathing heavily as you felt Sorn breathing onto your neck. Nym kissed up your neck, kissing your jaw, and finally planting her lips on yours in a heated, open mouth kiss.

She cupped your cheek as she unbuckled your belt, pulling back and staring into your fucked-out face, panting as her hand disappeared under your pants.

“My, you are soaking wet,” she spoke, her fingers weaving through your folds, “such a handsome man,” she kissed you again, two of her fingers sliding into you easily. You groaned against her mouth, breaking the kiss as you leaned your head back against Sorn’s chest, grinding your hips onto Nym’s fingers.

The two companions were already stripped, cocks hard as they watched the twins have their way with you. Astarion crawled towards you, taking his place beside Nym and slowly removing your pants, loving the way your legs spread as Nym moved her hand. Halsin had switched places with Sorn, letting you lean and arch into him as you were finger-fucked. Astarion discarded your pants and boots behind him, watching as the giant wet stain in your underwear seem to grow bigger.

Your legs spread wide, thighs quivering as Nym’s palm rubbed against your swollen clit, fingers moving an agonizingly slow rate. You looked absolutely divine.

“Sush a good boy,” Halsin whispered into your hair as you arched again, feeling the fluid of your arousal pool at the bottom of your underwear, wetting your entire bottom half.

“Hm,” Sorn hummed as he kissed the other side of your neck, hand sliding down your body, “We should get these restrictions off, don’t you think?” He tugged at you underwear. Nym removed her fingers, a dissatisfied groan leaving your throat as you reluctantly closed your legs. Astarion slid off the last piece of clothing you were wearing, throwing it behind him.

“Look at you, darling. You’re absolutely wet,” he practically purred, hand dipping into between your folds, smothering his fingers in your arousal before dipping his fingers back into your wet cunt. Your head fell against Halsin’s shoulder, a sigh of content rising out of your throat as you closed your eyes, moving your hips onto Astarion’s hand. You felt Halsin’s hand glide down your side, slightly pulling you up to slide his already lubed hand under you, prodding his fingers against your ass. You shuddered, the feeling of his cold finger entering your behind was awkward, having never felt something like that before.

The twins continued kissing you all over your body, hands roaming where you never dared, sparks of pleasure being sent right to your core as you clench on all the fingers, hands gripping the sheets. Sorn caressed your chest, fingers flicking your nipple as he left sloppy kisses behind. Nym’s hand roamed where it likes, roaming lower, and lower, until it stops just before your cock, teasing you. You let out moans and groans as you felt their hands all over you. Halsin added another finger to your ass as you relaxed, legs bent almost to your shoulders as you spread them as far as you could.

Nym’s fingers slid beside your clit, slowly moving, but never fully touching. Sorn’s hand still groped your pecs, tracing scars from battles and surgeries, kissing behind your ear. You whined, fucking whined, and embarrassment shot up through your body. You have never whined before. Not at the teifling party, not in pain, not when pleasuring yourself, not even when you licked the dead spider.

You covered your face, leaning your full body weight onto Halsin as you feel all movement stop.

“No need to be embarrassed.” Halsin caressed your side as he spoke softly, adding a third finger. Sorn carefully moved one hand away from your face, Nym moving the other.

“You sound exquisite,” he whispered, Sorn leaning into you with a kiss. You felt Nym kiss up your neck to your ear, the same way Sorn did, “Let out the sounds of pleasure, darling. You need no fear.” She spoke softly, her soft hand trailing down your body once again, rubbing your clit in small circles. You moaned, the stimuli from all four of them was almost too much. You had never had so much attention on you. Sure, you had a fuck every now and than, but never had four people pay all their attention to you. It was nice, so very, very nice.

“Are you ready?” Astarion removed his fingers, coating his dick in your arousal from his finger. You groaned as Nym stopped, feeling Halsin also take out his fingers.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” He spoke softly, lifting you up to hover over his cock, already lubed up from whatever he used. His cock slowly slid into your anus, stretching your walls like you’ve never felt, a burning passion between your legs as you tried to relax. It was big. You stopped only halfway down, giving time to let your ass adjust to the girth, thighs shaking as you gripped onto Halsin’s shoulders behind you, back arched, Halsin holding onto your hips. Astarion stroked his own cock, moving closer and bending over, kissing your thigh before taking a long lick up your soaked cunt, wiggling his tongue against your swollen clit.

He felt you shiver, heard you moan his name, watched as you slowly started to sink onto Halsin’s dick once more. You bottomed out, hips against Halsin’s, the feeling of Astarion’s breath against your clit sending more shivers through your body. You were breathing heavily, thighs covered in your arousal fluid and Astarion’s saliva, horny beyond anything you’ve ever imagined. You felt Astarion’s tongue against your clit, slow laps at your cunt to distract you from the discomfort through your ass.

“My, I feel we should be paying you for this.” Sorn kissed you again, tongue adventuring into your mouth, clothes discarded as he groped at your chest and stroked himself. Nym, clothes also discarded, kissed your neck, her own hand going between her thighs and rubbing her clit. She moaned into your neck.

The discomfort subsided, grinding onto Halsin, hearing, feeling him let a deep groan. Astarion lifted himself from you, positioning himself and looking towards you for conformation. You moaned, spreading your legs as wide as possible for him. He stopped stroking himself, leaning up and grabbing your jaw, “Words, darling.” His voice was deep, demanding you give verbal consent, knowing he won’t do anything until you confirm you want it.

Yes, please, Astarion.

You moaned as he let go of your jaw, sliding his cock in. He groaned, his hips meeting yours as he stilled, waiting for you to give him the okay to move. You never felt so full. Nym moved to you clit again, slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned and quivered, your thighs shaking as you clenched around the two cocks inside you.

Halsin was the first to move, slowly pulling out before easing back in, catching your head on his shoulder once more. Astarion followed, more roughly, pulling out and sliding back in with ease. You let out a loud moan, louder than any of the other ones, one hand gripping Halsin’s arm, the other gripping onto Nym’s as her fingers sped up, rubbing you harder and faster. Sorn kissed and bit your neck, hands groping and pulling at your nipples.

The pleasure was like nothing you’ve ever experienced. The feeling was burning; it hurt so good. You wanted it to stop. You wanted it to never end. Sparks of pleasure rippled your entire body, your back was arched impossibly high as your legs tried to spread even wider, mouth open and letting out screams of pleasure. The feeling of the two speeding up, Nym’s fingers rubbing your clit, Sorn groping and kissing you, it was all too much. So much. The burning desire between your legs grew intense, the hot pit in your abdomen ready to burst with every thrust, kiss, and rub.

The two elves groaned, almost in unison, as they came close to their own climaxes. Thrusts became sloppy, breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

Astarion gripped your thighs, holding them apart as he bared his teeth, hips stuttering as you suddenly felt the warm liquid inside you.

Halsin held onto your hips as tight as he could, slamming his hips into you as he groaned, body rocking as he released inside of you, thrusting through his orgasm.

Your body convulsed as Nym assaulted your clit, thighs quivering and held open by Astarion as you arched, moaning, screaming as you came, eyes rolling into your head, Nym rubbing you through it. Your cunt pulsated, the stimulation becoming too much as your thighs closed, body shivering at every touch.

The room was filled with heavy panting, the three of you recovering from the orgasm. You slumped against Halsin, to tired to move, eyes threatening to close. Halsin wrapped his arms around your waist; Astarion leaned over you, kissing you softly. “How was that, my dear?” He whispered against your lips. You held a tired smile, wrapping your hands around Astarion’s neck and leaning against Halsin, sandwiching yourself between the two.

It was amazing.

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every day i log into tumblr.com and search "gale x male reader bg3" "gale dekarios x male reader" "gale of waterdeep x male reader" and expect the results to be any different than the last

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐱 GN! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: (this is a Drabble!) after a long day of fighting goblins and the like, Tav is feeling the repercussions

Word count:

Warnings: description of overstimulation(?)

A/N: reader is tav, reader is selectively mute, reader is autistic :0 (like me >:)), this fic serves as autistic meltdown comfort, allistics can still read I know a lot of people have similar experiences with panic attacks and the like <3

I deadass saw Like zero autistic fics in this fandom and was like “fine… I’ll do it myself…”

Gale didn’t know what he’d done wrong.

Barely an hour had passed since the party had set up camp and he’d just begun cooking dinner when he attempted to start small talk with you.

Barely two words into his question you’d sprinted off without a sound, running into the surrounding forest and leaving Gale utterly confused.

“What’d you say this time?” Came Astarion’s sassy drawl, he was lounging on a nearby crate, stretching out in the sun.

Gale didn’t respond, his grip on the camps spoon ladle tightening.

“Heeello.” Gale greeted, drawing out the vowel as he took a seat next to you in the grass.

The tide had risen in the small nearby lake leaving barely an inch left of sand before the ground turned to grass.

“Is… is everything alright?” He asked, keeping ample distance between the two of you. Gale did not want to risk having you run off again.

You kept your head buried in between your legs, two hands pulling roughly at your hair in frustration.

“Are…” He said, unsure how to continue. “Hm…”

You picked up your head slightly, glancing feebly at Gale. Slowly you shook your head.

“…‘No’…. Okay…” he hummed, picking at stray blades of grass. “Can I… can I help? I’m sorry if I caused you distress…”

You shook your head again, also beginning to pick at the grass.

“Was it all a bit much?” Gale asked, looking out towards the lake. “Today… I mean…”

You nodded your head, letting out a deep sigh.

“Would you like me to… stay?” Gale asked, immediately wincing at his words. His mind started to spiral, over thinking his own question. What if you wanted to be alone? What if you hated him now? After all you’d run off when he’d tried talking to you…

Before he could get up and leave you looked up at Gale, slowly nodding your head in silent permission to stay.

Gales eyes shone, a small smile making its way across his lips.

“Ah… okay.” He sat down beside you, still leaving a good amount of distance. “I love you.”

And despite not being able to say the words back, despite not being able to even look Gale straight in the eyes he knew you’d said it back.

#Gale x Male reader #Gale x gn reader #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3

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Haircut //Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn! reader.

Summary: Jasper did a thing while he was in a mood.

Angst/Fluff. Jasper icon by @jasperhaleobsessed

The vampire steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. The water dripping down his yellow hair, his pale hand wipes the steam off the mirror above the sink.

Golden eyes stare at his reflection.

Paper white skin decorated with deep scars. His muscles tensed up. He leans over, his hands holding hard on the sink, cracking it slightly.

It hasn't been a great week.

No, it hasn't been a great month. Year. Decade(s).

Since Victoria and her wannabe army of newborn vampires showed up he's been spiraling each day. Slowly, the glass have been a drops away from spilling.

The memories just flooded his mind everytime he closed his eyes.

They're always there, but they're more vivid this time, he doesn't like this, Jasper knows this cycle too well, he doesn't want to be part of it again.

He thought he was getting better.

Jasper's been pushing you away and he's an idiot for that because he needs you, he needs you so so so bad but Jasper just can't tell you he's struggling. And he doesn't know why that is. Maybe he feels ashamed for being so weak, so broken.

There's a reason why you and him have been together for almost fifty years. You just bring the best of him and make the pain go away. Always.

A smile creeps on his face but it goes away quickly, he sighs and looks at the mirror one more time.

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"Jasper? Sunshine, you in here?" You asked while stepping inside the Cullen's house. The ironey flavor of blood still in your mouth after a successful hunt.

"...yeah." He mumbled from upstairs there was a slight shake on his voice. No waiting for you at the door? No bouquet of flowers? No forehead kiss? No 'Darlin' I missed ya.'?

Something happened. Something bad.

You approached your shared bedroom opening the door slowly.

Your eyes try to process what their seeing.

Jasper was sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes unfocused starring at the locks of hair on the floor. His pale fingers holding a pair of scissors, shaking.

And of course his hair. Short. Cut at random lengths after a fit of raw emotion. Anger. Sadness. Desperation. That's what his aura is filled with.

"Sweetheart..." You called softly and closed the door behind you. The vampire doesn't react to your presence at all, he just looks straight ahead, deep in thought.

Jasper catches on the steps getting closer to him and a gentle hand tilt his chin up gently to make his eyes meet yours. His almost numb expression makes you want to cry. The golden color of his eyes holds no shine, they're dull and empty.

"Hey, sunshine." You whisper softly and cup his face, leaning on your touch and a small gasp leaving his lips, if he was human he'll be all tears right now.

"Oh—it's okay, sweetheart." You whisper reassuringly. The blonde wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close, burying his face on your chest, taking a deep breath and drowning on your comforting scent.

You stroke his now short hair.

"...sorry" He whimpers against your chest trying to find some peace with your touch.

"Why are you apologizing, cowboy?" You whisper softly and caress his face, he can't look at you right now, he feel so ashamed because you're seeing him like this.

"... because— I'm a mess." His voice breaks and he holds closer to you. You just stroke his hair and kiss his forehead.

"...and my hair is ugly now." He added, a bitter chuckle follows. You take the scissors from his shaking hands and brush his hair down.

"May I fix it?" You asked before cutting anything.

"Can you?" He asks hopeless as he closes his eyes, he feels defeated, tired, he just wants to sleep but he can't sleep because of his nature.

"Well... either way I think you'll look handsome bald." You try to lighten the mood and it surprisingly works because his frown turns into a smirk. He nods and allows you to fix his hair.

You lean down to kiss his lips, a tender, slow and gentle kiss. He holds the kiss for longer, the feeling of your lips against his are a great distraction from the memories that are haunting him.

Jasper closes his eyes as you work on his hair. He doesn't know if the silence is dreadful or comfortable.

"Do you want to talk about what happened? I'm very worried about you, don't think I don't notice how distant you've been." You whisper with a serious expression.

He shakes his head slowly, the idea of discussing his feelings and pain being something he is not ready to do just yet. Your touches help in distract him.

"...maybe later, darlin', I'm sorry." Jasper whispers as he keep my eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of your fingers through his hair to avoid a relapse of his previous train of thought. He takes a couple of deep breaths as the gentle movement of your fingers helps him calm down and have a clearer mindset.

"Done." You said softly and clean his sweater from the fallen hair. You take on his image, his new look.

"You look real pretty, Jazz." You smiled, Jasper returned the smile in a much weaker way. He doesn't check himself in the mirror, he trusts you and knows you did a much better work than he did.

"....thank you, sugar." He whispers, feeling a little tired from all this. He holds your hand and kisses your palm.

"Cuddles?" You whisper back, he nods and picks you up to throw you in the bed with him.

He nuzzles his face on your neck, holding you so close to him. He takes a deep deep breath and closes his eyes.

".... you're- stuck with me forever...I'm sorry. You deserve someone better. I'm so sorry, sugar." He whispers against your skin.

"I'm happy to have you forever. I don't want anybody else." You whisper back and kiss the top of his head. He smiles weakly and hols you close, nuzzling to you like a needy kitten.

"...and I'm happy I got you too. I don't know who I'll be without you." Jasper closes his eyes and leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

"I love you so much." You whisper.

"I love you more." He answers.

"hmmm, I don't think so. I love you more than that." You speak teasingly, he chuckles softly and hugs you tightly.

"I love you a hundred times that." He answers with a weak voice.

"Well, I love you a thousand times that." You speak with a following giggle, Jasper chuckles and kisses your lips once more.

He's going to be okay. Here in your arms.

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A/N: heyyyy, here's an angsty fic because an idea came to my mind thinking about why did Jasper has such a radical haircut in between movies. And I was like "that's how you cut your hair after a breakdown." Y'know? So here's this, hope you like it, requests are open!

#jasper hale x male reader #jasper hale x gn reader #Twilight

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Absolutely LOVED LOVED LOVED the Jasper scar kissing fic, I love me a wet cat man, it’s such a good but rare characterization of him. I know you’ve done submissive smut with him before, but could you do one as a sort of continuation where reader (preferably trans male but gn is fine too) just takes such good care of him and makes him feel good? Love a good boy vampire bf moment

The moment I wrote the fic I wanted to do a spicy part two, here it is, hope ya like it! And I hope it's what you had in mind!

Navy blue sweater and marble skin// Jasper W. Hale

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn!reader.

A/N:I'm running out of Jasper pics send help.

Smut. Sub!Jasper. Blowjob.

Jasper was going to scream.

After much needed cuddles and words of affirmation you returned to kiss his scars, one by one.

Your lips were so gentle against his scar filled neck, making him shiver and tremble slightly at every touch.

Sensitive. He was extremely sensitive right now. The vampire didn't know he needed this. And he needed it bad.

You looked up at him and your hands roamed down his chest painfully slow until they found their way under his sweater.

His golden eyes meet yours and his pale lips releasing soft gasps of pleasure as your own slowly got more heated on the kisses.

Jasper moaned shyly. The sound making you shiver with excitement.

Your fingers wandered around his skin, until they reach his back and you scratch it all the way down to his hips.

He arched his back and moaned loudly at this, it was too much for him already.

You lifted his navy blue sweater and matching baby blue dress shirt, revealing that beautiful marbel torso, his pale abdomen glistening with the sunlight that leaks from the curtains.

Which is also adorned with scars of bites, you don't even want to know how those ended in such an...intimate place.

Jasper bites onto his clothes to keep them up for you. How thoughtful. But he's still a little insecure about how he looks.

He doesn't get rid of his shirt, just let's you have a peek of his bare skin, and that's okay with you, if he doesn't want to reveal himself fully at the moment, then you'll respect it and work with what your given.

Your hands roamed down once again, stroking his skin just to feel his legs tremble under you.

But your eyes were filled with love and raw adoration.

"Oh." You whispered, Jasper already knew what you were going to say, he expected you to ignore it, to don't realize about it.

"Someone got pretty excited." You smirked and your fingers brushed down his torso until they met his hard member.

He whined at your touch.

"Want me to make you feel good, Jaspy? Hm? It's that okay?" You spoke ever so gently when asking about taking this a step further. He nodded before you could finish.

You smiled and kissed down his torso, making him shake with pleasure. You unbuckled his belt.

"D-don't take them off, please." He spoke softly, you nodded and just pulled his pants down slightly, he nodded back in approval.

Jasper breath heavy, groaning at your loving but torturing slow touch.

"S-stop t-teasin' me." He whimpered, His voice sounding muffled by the sweater he's biting.

You chuckled and with one finger you touched his aching cock from above the cloth of his boxers.

He whined and bit harder on the sweater.

"Darlin'! Please." Jasper whispered with a whiny voice, you smirked and released his large member from his underwear, he groaned.

"What a sight." You whisper and kissed teasingly the tip of his already leaking cock.

"Aren't you the prettiest vampire there is?" You gave a long lick to his member, making him moan in delight.

"I could eat you up- hm, but I suppose that's your thing." You chuckled at your own words, Jasper was going crazy, he needed you, and you know that, you're just torturing him and testing his patience. Waiting for him to break.

"Please, please, please, need ya so bad, sugar." There it is. You smiled victoriously, there's just something into making your boyfriend break down to a begging man.

"Good boy." Those words coming from your mouth make his melt completely, he's yours.

Your tongue flickered at the tip of his cock before leaving long and sloppy licks.

"Handsome, obedient and all mine? I think I'm the luckiest person on earth." You spoke softly, meeting his gaze.

Oh sweet lord.

The sight that is infront of you.

His pleading face.

His messy honey blonde hair.

The way his jaw is gripping on his sweater, and his saliva leaking from the corners of his lips.

"Oh aren't you the most beautiful thing on earth!." You spoke softly and caress the side of his thigh, Jasper moaned once more. You make him feel...Loved. Worthy.

His pale fingers stroked your hair, tugging a little harder, making you groan in pleasure.

You smiled and return to the task at hand.

Jasper whimpered silently and you gave longer licks before you started sucking, your head bobbed up and down.

The vampire with his now hoarse voice called your name between moans, his grip on your hair tighten and soon after he was making you go at the speed he fancy the most.

Making you choke on his twitching cock, pressing your head down while you gagged then pulling you away.

His legs shaked and his cock twitched inside your mouth, your tongue played with the tip of his member.

Loud moans leave his lips, his chest rising with each heavy and rapid breath.

"Hmmm, you taste so good, pretty boy." You whispered as your hands kept stroking his cock, the moans and whimpers never stopped from his part.

"Are you close, dear? Is my pretty boy ready to come all over my face?" You smiled as he mumbled something you couldn't really understand, he nodded rapidly.

"Please, need to come, need you, please." Jasper mumbled again, a little louder this time.

You bobbed your head again, going all the way down. Jasper is in a state of euphoria. Extreme pleasure.

You pulled again, panting and moaning softly as your hand stroke his twitching member.

"Oh! Oh! I'm gonna-" He cut himself off with a loud moan as his seed shoot on your face.

He looked at you, his hearth would be going crazy if he was human.

The image of you with his cum all over your face was something he'll never forget.

You wiped his seed of your face and meet his gaze, his eyes wide and shining brightly.

"Did you like it? Are you feeling alright?" You whispered before reaching for something to clean him.

"I love you." He whispered back, you smiled.

"I love you too, Jaspy." You leaned over and kiss his lips, cupping his jaw, the vampire leaned on his touch and immediately went for another long session of cuddles.

You pulled away with a smile.

"Let's get cleaned first." You kissed the tip of his nose but he didn't let you go, holding onto you tightly.

"Or not, we'll wait." You chuckled and kissed his forehead before filling his face with kisses, making him smile and hold even tighter.

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A/N: I hope this is good, I've been so busy and I'm sorry for all the people that request things, I know I take a lot of time, but I'm just very busy.

#nsfw #jasper hale x male reader

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Could you do FtM reader who is a little bit of a hellion and Jasper has his hands full containing their hobby of setting things on fire?

While in the moment of throwing shit into the bonfire Jasper started at their request, could they talk about how Jasper is going to be right there when they get their top surgery?

I love writing reader as a little gremlin, an absolute menace, a little demon.

Pyromaniac//Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x Trans!Male!reader.

Fluff.

You were walking around the forest with Jasper, holding his hand while you jumped around and wander around the nature. Throwing some rocks at the trees and admiring how the birds flied off the branches.

"Jaspy." You looked at him.

"Yes, darlin' boy?" His golden eyes met your gaze and saw your mischievous smile, the vampire smirked, already figured out your next couple of words.

So here you are now, after walking a couple of minutes you found the perfect place for a nice bonfire that will keep you warm and entertained.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" You jumped excited as you saw Jasper getting logs gathered around on a pile.

In forks is always rainy, random logs and sticks are wet and don't light up like you want. Which is a great thing for Jasper because you don't get to burn the first piece of wood you encounter..

Jasper formed a nice looking pile of the most dry logs he could find, he reached onto his pocket for a lighter.

"I got it!" You spoke and hold the lighter on you hand with a huge smile on your face, Jasper's cold hand remove it from yours.

"You're not supposed to have these, pretty boy." He spoke softly and with such a gentle but authoritative tone that never failed to make you listen to him, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I suppose I can't have this either?" You took a small bottle of lighter fluid from the pocket of your hoodie.

"No, darlin'." He sighed and took the bottle from your hand, he leaves a quick kiss on your lips before pulling away and bend over to light up the fire.

You smirked and whistle at him, making him stand up rapidly and feel flustered. He mocked being offended and leaned back down to the log pile.

"That wasn't very gentlemanly, mister." He narrowed his eyes and you laughed.

"Never said I was one." You spoke between chuckles.

The fire quickly spread through the logs, the crackling sound and the warmth hit his face. You sat down next to him, not too close to the fire that sometimes you forget it can hurt you. It just looks so pretty to you, so comforting. You chuckled, the fire reminded of your texan vampire boyfriend in a way.

Jasper looked at your eyes, the small smile on your lips. You looked amazed, mesmerized by the wood catching fire.

You began to throw small sticks to the bonfire, smiling as you saw them get consumed by the flames. Resting your head on his shoulder, you were deep in though and the vampire could tell.

"Is there something wrong, sugar?" He spoked softly, his hand holding yours.

"I'm just thinking stuff, Jazz." You whispered and nuzzle closer to him, he wrapped his arms around you and hold you close.

"Um, can I ask you something, handsome?" You looked back at him, Jasper meet your gaze and nodded.

"Well, you know— I'm getting my top surgery soon and um—" You mumbled, getting nervous about asking him something like this.

"Mhm? What's with that, darlin'." His voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Well, I just want to know if— you'll be there to take care of me, um, I don't really have anyone but you and, I just want to have you with me, I'm actually really scared and—"

Your nervous rambling was cut off by a kiss on your lips.

"I'll be there. Don't worry, darlin'. Everything will be alright, and I'll be right by your side to hold your hand." He whisper and caress your cheek before leaving another kiss on your lips.

"Ma' beautiful, handsome sweetheart. He's all mine and I ain't letting him down." He kissed down your jaw and neck, making you feel all tingly.

"Oh how romantic, cowboy." You teased, Jasper chuckled and hold you close.

Your eyes returned to the fire, making you feel all warm and safe even if you're so close to such a dangerous thing.

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A/N: hey! Hope ya like this! Requests are still open!

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Sleepy // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x AFAB!reader

Summary: Jasper's night hunger.

Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Fluff. Soft!Dom!Jasper. Inappropriate use of vampire gift. Scent kink. Fingering. Creampie. Aftercare.

The night breeze made his yellow hair fly delicately. His silent steps approached a specific home in Forks, one that always had the window of the second floor opened.

Jasper slides inside like a cat luring around for shelter and food.

His golden eyes soften at the sight.

Your body is all wrapped up with blankets, he closes the window so you can be warmer tonight.

Jasper leans closer and can't help but drown on your scent.

His gentle lips brush against your cheek, you shiver and mumble.

"...cowboy?" You speak softly as your hand tries to find his in the dark.

"Yes, darlin' thought I gave you a little visit." The blonde whispered against your ear as he takes your hand and kisses your palm.

"What hour-"

"Shhhh don't open your eyes, dove, it's too early, you need to rest." Jasper whispers once more and places a finger on your lips, he uses his discreet gift to keep you calm and sleepy.

The vampire takes on your image once more and a smiles, his cold finger caress your bottom lip. Jasper chuckles softly at you already nodding to his non spoken request, you know him too well.

His cold lips meet yours in a soft and gentle dance. His hand wandering around your neck, tracing your artery down your collarbone and sliding into the warm blankets that cover you up, you gasp at the sudden cold feeling of his hand.

"Can I, darlin'? Just need you so bad." He whispers and kisses your jaw. You nod once more.

"Just....Jaspy.." You mumble, you look almost sedated from his ability, he notices this and reduces it a notch, feeling a little embarrassed about going all the way with it.

"Jaspy..." You call again feeling more aware of your surroundings, he hums against your skin as he leaves soft kisses along the length of your neck.

".... don't wanna...rough...gentle... please?" You asked sleepy, Jasper smiles and nods.

"Of course, sugar. Everything ya want. I'll ask something in return, can I?" He whispers against your ear, making you moan softly.

"....I'll be quiet, sir." You cut him off, the vampire chuckles again and rewards you with a slow and sensual kiss.

His hands travel down your chest as he slides under the covers with you.

You shiver as his cold hands hold your thighs, sliding down your shorts to reveale that you're not wearing underwear.

"Oh...someone was waiting for me." He purrs against you, leaving a tender kiss on your neck, making you moan in embarrassment.

His fingers trace circles on your thighs. You groaned loudly.

"Shhhh, you said you will be quiet, darlin'." He whispers against your chest as his lips traveled down your collarbones and his hands got rid of your shorts.

You mumbled an apology in your sleepy state, he smiles and his fingers caress the inside of your thighs. Your shy and small moans makes him more hungry.

The vampire groans against you, his heavy breath crashing against your skin as he takes on your sweet scent. You seem delicious lying so defenseless on your bed, he can feel the blood pumping through your veins and it's smell alongside with the creams you use for your night routine.

You are appetizing.

Your unconscious form makes out the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants being pulled down.

Jasper takes your hand and makes it touch his hard cock, you blush intensely as your hand takes a shy hold of it.

"Look at what you're doing to me, sweetheart." He mutters against your ear, making your sking crawl and a small moan leave your lips.

"It's only fair you take care of it, isn't it? I'm going to lose control and you wouldn't like that, would you? Leaving me all needy." Jasper keeps whispering.

The blonde smiles and kisses you check sweetly, you turn so he kisses your lips instead, Jasper chuckles and locks his lips with yours.

"You're not that cruel to me, are ya? To leave me like that." He whispers once more and you shake your head once. You need him as much as he needs you. You're as equally, if not more, desperate than him.

His pale fingers slowly make their way in between your thighs, caressing your already wet pussy.

You moaned at the sensation, you warm walls and his cold fingers make you shiver once more.

Jasper kisses your jaw and nuzzles on your neck as his fingers start making a slow movement on your clit. A moan leaves your lips as he slowly gets comfortable with it.

He rests his head on your chest, hearing your heart beating faster and faster with each gentle stroke.

And finally he buries two fingers inside your warm wall, you can't help but disobey him and moan soundly, your back arching.

"No, no, no, sugar, keep your pretty mouth shut, we don't want to wake up anyone, do we?" He whispers a little more sternly, your mouth immediately went shout, you tried to drown your moans.

You hold onto his free hand, he smirks and caress your skin with his thumb.

"Shhhh, quiet, sweetness. You do sound like you're having fun. Am I making you feel good, darling?" He asks with a much sweeter voice, you nod slowly, he smiles as he sees you going in and out of your sleep.

".... please..." You whisper groggily. He hushes you again.

"I'm just preparing you. I don't want to hurt you, be patient." Jasper explains and leaves a kiss on your forehead as he buries his fingers deeper into you.

He releases his aching member from his boxers, the vampire groans softly and rubs it against your clit in a teasing manner.

You moan again, your legs shaking in anticipation. You're not exactly awake and you don't want to either, it makes it more fun. He takes your legs and spreads them a little more, he doesn't want to bend you like he normally do because you look so peacefully asleep like this.

Jasper moans against your ear as he slowly introduces himself into you. You feel a tingly sensation on your stomach when his soft whimpers fills your ears.

He catches up a nice and steady rhythm as he pounds on you, you feel your body shake with the movement but that doesn't seem to wake you up.

The vampire buries his cock deeper, his hips clashing with yours as a louder moan leaves his lips, he mumbles against you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are, praising your body.

He's already pussy drunk.

"Oh, darling, nghhhh, oh, s-so good, you feel so good, nghhh, please, need more." He mumbles against you as he starts going faster and deeper on your, you moan loudly and feel your eyes flutter open for a couple of seconds.

Jasper keeps his rhythm, his dick twitching against you, making you gasp in pleasure.

"Nghh, I-I-inside...wanna cum inside you.... please, please." Jasper begs against your skin, you nod and kiss his trembling lips.

He finishes rather quickly but he has no shame about it. You feel too good. With a long and delicious moan for his part, the vampire fills you with his seed untill you're dripping.

"Ngh...god...t-thank you, sugar." He takes a second to let you breath and calm down, watching your chest rise and fall with each deep but shaky breath. He kissed your cheek tenderly.

"Want me to make you-"

"...just... wanna sleep....cuddle..." You speak before he finish his sentence, Jasper nods and pulls away. You whine.

"S-stay... please..." You mumble as your eyes close again.

"Let me clean us, I'll be right back, dove." He spokes softly as he grabs a wet cloth to clean you up. When he returns from your bathroom he find you curled up like a kitten and in a deep slumber.

Jasper smiles and takes in the image before cleaning you, leaving kisses in between your thighs and sweet caresses.

The vampire wraps you in your blankets and holds you close to his chest.

"I love you so much, my darlin'." He whispers before cupping your face and leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Tomorrow is going to be a perfect day, he's going to spoil you and pamper you all day, cook for you and give you so much cuddles and kisses to compensate the interruption of your sleep.

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A/N: So....how ya like it? Sorry for being away so long, I'm been very busy but hopefully I'll have some free time to work on requests and all that, sorry. In the meantime have this! Also, yes, the Halloween special is going to probably come out on Christmas.

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