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animasola86 · 27 days

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SMUT DRABBLES*: Toy

A/N: Another snippet of a smut scene, *a little more than a drabble, but oh well, it kept evolving. Again, you can imagine any character here! This time, we have some oral sex, deepthroating, masturbation, edging and a little dom/sub dynamic.

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 689 // AO3

He's given her a toy to practice with.

It's big, looks like his cock, can be suctioned to surfaces. It's intimidating.

She's kneeling in front of it, imagines she's sitting between his legs, arms folded behind her back. Eyes closed, tongue extended, exploring the stiff ridges, round edges, hard, cold material. Not the same.

It's better when it's covered in her saliva, warmer, but it's not him, doesn't twitch and throb, there are no groans and grunts, no hand gripping her hair, guiding her head, forcing it deeper.

It's all her. She sucks on it, hollows her cheeks, slurping it into her mouth, tongue flicking around it. Eyes closed, imagining him, remembering his scent, his taste, his dominating presence.

She pushes her head down on it. It's so rigid, too hard, unyielding. She forces on, tongue flat against it, lips strained, back of her throat. Her body jerks when she gags around it, coughs, splutters, keeps going. Eyes watering, can't breathe, imagines his big hands on her head, pushing down.

It's in her throat, she's dizzy, there's so much spit, no precum, only her. No air. She holds it, hears his voice in her memory. “Good girl.” Back and forth, head bobbing, tip on her tongue, tip in her throat, up and down, in and out.

There's no release, no thick creamy cum filling her mouth, dripping down her throat, filling her belly. Just spit and tears. She practices until she almost faints, fighting the gag reflex, getting better, wanting to make him proud.

She's drenched once she's done, sweat, spit, tears, arousal. When she forces herself to stop, she falls over, hands between her trembling thighs. Fingers not enough. The toy is off the wall and slips into her with ease. She's shaking, can barely hold it, wants him to hold it, push it in and out, mercilessly, ignoring her whines. Forcing her to the edge.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

His voice is in her head, so close, so warm. She fights the pleasure trying to devour her, pulls it out, pants, pushes it back in, always close. She's whimpering, crying and sobbing, pleading with her eyes squeezed shut.

“You may come.”

Relief. Release. Exploding pleasure, body convulsing, hips off the ground, thighs pressed together, shaking, gasping, coming so hard she's seeing stars. The toy is forced back in.

“Again.” She obeys, keeps going, pushing further. All for him, through tears and hand cramps and body spasms. Mouth wide open, gasping for air, for reprieve.

Her head is being lifted, supported by strong hands, his scent fills her nostrils, something warm on her face, bent back, neck tilted, upside down. Warm and heavy and soft. Him.

“Keep going.” Fingers cramping around the toy, imitating his cock, and the real thing slips into her gaping mouth, straight into her throat. She doesn't gag, doesn't open her eyes, feels her throat bulging, feels full on both ends. Content, satisfied. Sucks around him as he moves his hips against her face, in and out, tip on her tongue, tip squished in her tight throat.

“Gag.” She does, body convulsing, cunt clenching, spit and precum in her mouth. She's so dizzy. “Good girl.”

The reward comes with a groan, a grunt, a jerk of his hips, tightening balls slapping against her nose. Release. The toy is forced out, muscles tense, fluttering, her hands and thighs wet, a muffled, helpless moan from her stuffed throat. She can taste him as he fills her mouth, rewards her for her effort. Warm, sticky, thick, slipping down her aching throat, gulp, gulp, gulp.

The pressure is gone, he remains, his taste on her tongue, heavy in her belly. His hand on her sweaty face, caressing, wiping away the remnants of her devotion, a thumb pressing against her quivering lip.

“Such a good girl,” he says, and she smiles softly, tiredly, eyelids too heavy to open. “Now turn around. We gotta practice on the other hole today.”

A deep shiver, instant tension, anticipation. She scrambles to her feet, turns, positions herself, presents, ready for more practice. For him.

“Yes, sir.”

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christinesficrecs · 7 months

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devilander · 4 months

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I don't know your rules so I hope this is ok.

Homelander being bored one day and finding boxes full of your old things that your parents kept and he can't pass up on an opportunity to learn more snoop about you. He finds old teddy bears/ drawings/ pictures. Ya know, the typical nick knacks that a proud parent thinks they might be useful someday. It mads him a bit sad that he missed out on so many 'just being a kid' moments but he is enjoying the glimpses that he finds when he sees you in your little league uniform or you soaking wet with a big grin on your face at some waterpark.

You eventually find him all surrounded by memories and see the glassy look in his eyes, you just can't help but crawl in his lap and comfort him. You talk about some of the stuff you guys find, laughing at some. You tell him you promise to make as many happy memories for Ryan and by extension him in the future.

Again, sorry if this is not what you were looking for. Please ignore this or DM me if you want something specific. My brain worms are always a wigglin'.

You finally agreed to move in with Homelander a few months ago. More of a formality, since you already lived in his penthouse most of the time. Yet your parents were so delighted—it was funny, actually, how enchanted they were with him. Their baby girl with America's hero! And he was a charmer too!

Though you lacked for nothing in his house, your parents kept sending housewarming gifts; just trinkets, silly things. Two pairs of white slippers with red stars in them—that one had warranted a full-blown laugh from both of you.

A blue blanket your father had knitted—that one left Homelander at a loss of words. He stared at it for a moment, then silently put it in the bed.

And the boxes! Four boxes filled with knick-knacks; mementos from your childhood and teenage years you were unsure if it'd make Homelander uncomfortable, so… It's not like you hid them (as if you could hide anything from him, anyway), more put them in the very back of your closet and chose not to speak much of it, only mentioned in passing.

“My parents sent even more stuff! Can you believe it?”

The next day, as you left for work, Homelander decided to snoop. It wasn't even snooping, really. You lived with him, you shared it all. And, c’mon, you were an open book. He could read you in a second, knew each flicker of your eyes, every change of breath, the way you scrunched up your nose unconsciously.

He opened every box, sitting on the floor, surrounded by glimpses of your childhood. A picture of you, in your little league uniform, all smiley and proud. A kind of an ugly drawing of what he supposed was meant to be you and your parents. An enormous, threadbare shark plushie you once said was your favorite thing when you were seven.

It was all so mundane—yet his eyes prickled. This was something he'd never be able to share with you.

So lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice you'd already come back, and was walking toward the bedroom.

“Hey, you,” you whispered softly. Your chest contracted painfully when you noticed his glassy eyes. It was an effort not to cry too.

“Hey, babe.” He laughed, but it felt hollow. “Juuuust checking some things you tried hiding from me, missy.” He wiggled his finger in your direction in faux annoyance, but you saw it for what it was.

“Baby…” You crawled towards him, sitting in his lap, touching his cheek. “I didn't want to hide it, I just didn't want to upset you.”

“Why would I be upset?” He snorted, now holding a picture of you when you were thirteen.

You groaned.

“Please laser this right now.”

“Why? You look so… cute.” You tried to snatch it from him, but he wouldn't let it. “Awnnn, look at those buck teeth. You look like a rabbit.” He snickered.

“You mean, mean man!” But you giggled too.

As you found more pictures and drawings, and even one Homelander plushie—that he'd never let you live it down—the mood slowly lightened, and you both laughed as you told him all your embarrassing childhood stories. You knew your parents would tell him all anyway.

After a while, you were just laying down in each other's arms, sharing languid kisses in peaceful quietness.

“You know,” you murmured, fingers caressing his hair. “One day, you'll have all of this too. With me, with Ryan, with our future babies. We'll be the happiest family in the entire world.”

He then held your face so tenderly, eyes glassy again—but those were happy tears, a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

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scarlet4rose · 4 months

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possesive/obsessed jess mariano? where jess is so inlove with the reader that he stalks her and follows her everywhere idk

hmmmm alright, I'll try

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obsessed with you, Jess x reader

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° you spent your whole life in Stars Hollow. every day was the same. until the day jess mariano came to town

° you noticed him right away, but he had a bad reputation from the beginning and everyone around you told you to stay away from him. so you did.

° but what you didn't know was that you had caught his eye as much as he had caught yours. and he had no intention of staying away from you.

° every morning you would walk past luke's diner on your way to school. as soon as jess had figured this out, he kept an eye out for you every morning to see when you would walk past the window. he wrote down the time you would usually walk past and would be looking at the clock every few minutes, not being able to concentrate on his work whatsoever.

° he would also voluntarily go to school just to see you there

° he breaks into the school at night and goes through the principal's office looking for your student file and schedule.

° he memorizes your schedule and waits for you after every class. but you just smile at him and continue to ignore him.

° you drive him crazy, but on the outside he tries to remain as cool and unaffected as possible

° one day he sees you kneeling down to a boy after a fight in the schoolyard and worrying about his well-being. his heart stops. he thinks he has a genius idea

° a few days later, he deliberately insults some random boy. he makes sure you're close by and can see everything. he starts a fight with him, but after a while he doesn't fight back at all and lets himself be hit again and again. when it's all over, Jess's face is all bloody and he purposely remains lying on the ground. he waits a bit. and then there you are

° you bend down to him, your face shocked, you put your hand over your mouth. Jess can see your hand shaking. all because of him.

° you help him up and walk him to the school nurse. Jess doesn't even feel that bad, but he still leans on you when he walks just to be closer to you.

° the nurse is taking care of Jess. you're about to leave when Jess starts moaning in pain and is totally exaggerating, at which point the nurse decides to tell you to stay and wants you to take him home.

° you reluctantly agree and stay by his side. Jess makes every effort to keep from smiling.

°when you walk him home, he thanks you every few seconds. when he notices that you blush in response, he continues and showers you with compliments, which you dismiss slightly embarrassed. after all, you're still trying to stay away from him, as everyone around you has been telling you to do.

° you take him up to his room and lay him down on his bed. you look around a bit, then Jess gets his camera, which had been lying on his bedside table, and takes a photo of you out of the blue. you in his room! for him, it's like a dream come true, a moment he has to capture. you're absolutely shocked and set him straight. "Jess, what the hell are you doing?" jess just grins "did you just swear? did I just make miss perfect swear?"

° you get a bit shy: "I'm not as perfect as you think". Jess' heart starts pounding. you're so damn cute to him, he can hardly stand it.

° Jess is running out of excuses to keep you in his room. he makes you get a glass of water. and then some ice. and then a second blanket from the closet. he doesn't want you to leave, but you're starting to feel silly ;) and say you have to go back to school. Jess can't do anything but watch you go.

° the next day he has the photo of you in his room developed and hangs it on his wall

° Luke notices the photo and asks his nephew how he knows 'this girl'. Jess just smiles and says 'this girl' will soon be his girlfriend.

very soon.

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the end ;)

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deepdisireslonging · 6 months

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No Cum November Part 11: One Last Ride

It’s finally the end of the challenge. The Winchesters make up for all of November’s edges and stolen orgasms.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings/Promises: oral (male receiving), double penetration/split roast, dirty talk with a side of praise!kink, overstimulation

Word Count: 875

Note: Happy end of the series! For those of you who participated, I hope you had fun. For everyone just reading along, I hope you enjoyed every word. Here is the last chapter. Feel free to reblog it to share with your mutuals, and comment and/or gif me your reactions. Happy reading!

Part 10: Good Vibrations

With the end of the case finally come and gone, Dean drove the Impala at break-neck speeds towards the bunker. Or at least that’s what you assumed. There was an awful amount of back roads being taken. Not that you could see the road from your position on the floor of the back seat. And you couldn’t move your head much with Sam’s cock down your throat.

He kept a strong, steady grip around your head. So you could keep a strong, steady suck around his. You hollowed and twirled your tongue as best you could. Sam was desperate, still holding out with the end of the challenge, but riding the edge with you as Dean raced. The agreement was you all could cum once you reached the bunker. With each speed bump and pothole, Sam’s length suddenly filled you. Your messy gagging noises made both of them groan.

“How’s she taking you, Sammy?” Dean gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands to keep from palming himself. If he started to, he’d have to pull over. And then you’d never make it to the bunker.

Sam panted for enough breath to answer. “Perfect. Like she always is. Taking me so deep, aren’t you, baby?” His voice cracked while the car jostled over another rough stretch of road. He dug his fingers int your hair, pulling you back and forth. “Bet she’s dripping. Bet she hasn’t stopped dripping all month. How bad do you need us, baby? Hmm?”

All you could do was whine.

The Impala revved harder. The bunker must’ve been in sight.

The wheels squealed over the smooth concrete of the garage. It was barely in park before Sam had freed his cock from your mouth so he could lay down across the backseat. Dean yanked open the door, half-dragging you out so he could flip up your skirt, shoving your head back towards his brother’s length. They filled you at the same time. You didn’t care. You were all desperate for each other, desperate to cum. Through their grunts and sighs, the guys kept your skin buzzing with praise.

“You’ve done such a good job, sweetheart. Taking us like you do.”

“Oh, Baby- wanted to make you cum all month. Can’t wait to watch you cum. Watch those eyes glass over. Catch you when your limbs go weak.”

“Won’t be five minutes. Can’t wait to fill you up. Can’t wait to watch me drip out of you…”

“So close- come on, keep moving. Take my cock, all of it. Close-“

“Me too. Need you- Cum for us, sweetheart.”

“Come on Baby, cum for-“ Sam broke off with a high moan as his release filled your mouth.

Spaced out as you were, you weren’t able to swallow much. It added to the mess already dripping from your mouth onto his stomach. Dean continued to thrust tortuously. You tried to relax. To let go. But your arousal only seemed to fly higher and higher, never risking coming down.

Had you forgotten how to cum?

Then Dean reached around for your clit. And Sam dug his hands under your shirt to knead your breasts. The circling around your clit, and the pinching of your nipples added just enough. Stars sparked behind your eyes. Your vision brightened, darkening around the edges. Your release kept coming. And coming. Even though Dean’s thrusts stilled to almost nothing. Even though Sam had frozen with rapturous attention. Your walls clamped down and flexed, wringing out as much pleasure as you could handle. It didn’t register when Dean’s release spilled into you. Or when the boys shifted, Sam scooting back deeper into the car so Dean could fit inside. All you knew was that you were cumming. And soaring. And suddenly very tired.

Dean pulled you into his lap. Gingerly, he settled your thighs on either side of his hips. His gentle kisses all around your face brought to back to the present. You melted onto his shoulder. He smiled as you sighed into the crook of his neck.

“How you feelin’?” He ran his nose over your forehead.

“Wonderful,” you breathed.

From the side, Sam hummed in agreement. “Worth the wait?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” Sam’s hand began to smooth up and down your thigh. “Because we’re not done with you.”

“What?”

You jolted as Sam’s hand dipped between your thighs, toying with your slick and clit. Dean’s hands ran up your sides before moving over to your breasts. In the flipside of what they did to your earlier, Sam circled and flicked over your clit while Dean massaged your breasts, rolling their peaks between his fingers. You arched and squirmed in his lap. It wasn’t long before you were crying out. You dug your hands into both of their hair, searching for a way to ground yourself.

Sam nuzzled his nose around your sweet-spot behind your ear. “I wonder how many orgasms we can give you. Not just tonight, but for the whole month. What could we call that, Dean?”

“Double-Penetration-December? Thirty-one un-holy nights? Um-“

“How about you two make love to me as often as you like and forget the fancy name?”

“Okay.” “We can do that, yeah.”

You smiled against his lips. “Then take me to bed, boys.”

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pettydollie · 8 months

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I have a request if you are interested? :)

A teen!dad jess. He has a best friend from New York (she can have a name or it can be Y/N, you can choose) (they are endgame, jess never had feelings for Rory but she has feelings for Jess, it won't go anywhere) Jess and his best friend have a kid, they co-parent (whether they are dating already or in the future is up to you) Jess gets sent to Stars Hallow, she ends up moving to stars Hallow to, to be close to Jess and so their kid can be with him too (she is emancipated, plus Jess knows she's coming because they keep in contact) if anyone reading this would like to turn this into an actual story, I'm totally down for reading it :) if you choose this request, I look forward to reading it. Thank you!!

hi noonie!! this is my first requests omg wowowow i think this is a great idea! im sorry if its kinda sloppy and not how u wanted! but i hope u enjoyy ! wc: 1.7k also i saw how you said that jess knew she was coming, but whats more fun than a suprise? ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As your best friend grabbed his bag and walked towards you and your one-year-old son, you forced yourself to keep your composure. You didn't know how you were going to okay without him. You'll still see him when he comes back to visit for holidays and such, but it won't be the same. You didn't want Jess to leave and neither did he, but he had no choice. He walked over to you and S/N. Reaching out for his father, S/N cooed and Jess took him from you. Jess held him preciously like it would be the last time. "Be good for your mom kid." He kissed his head.

He put down S/N into his crib before walking over to you and grabbed both of your hands. "I'm going to call you twice a day. Morning and night, okay? If there's anything you need, I'm there for you." He explained clearly. You nodded your head as you chewed on your lip, unable to form words. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug. Jess Mariano was your best friend. Having S/N was an accident, but you and Jess both believed that everything happens for a reason, so you kept him. And neither of you regret it. Your relationship is a little odd, but you love him nonetheless. You pulled away and kissed his cheek. "You'll be okay." You whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek. "And so will you, Y/N. You're the strongest person I know." You smiled softly at his words and gave him a picture of the three of you. He grinned and held it tightly. "Don't miss your bus, buddy." You joked. He ruffled your hair and waved goodbye.

A year later, you still feel the same as you did before. You know, the same day the two of you created a child, the same day you gave birth, and the same day he left. And you were panicking. "Oh, S/N, I'm so excited!" You jumped around making S/N giggle. He bounced along with you. "But I'm nervous too. What if he found someone else?" Then you gasped. "What if he cut all of his hair off?" You exaggerated just to see S/N's goofy smile. "This isn't about me though. This is all for you!" You tickled him (ugh, he's so darn cute). You grabbed your luggage, held S/N on your hip, and left the apartment. Stars Hollow was a cute name, you had to admit. You were thrilled to live in a small town! When you arrived, you stepped off the bus and looked around. Just as you imagined, it looked great! But maybe you should’ve told Jess you decided to be spontaneous and move to Connecticut. On the other hand, Jess could be on the verge of dying from boredom, so a surprise is the perfect thing to cheer him up.

“Thoughts, S/N?” You asked, clenching your hand into a fist as a pretend mic to his mouth. Your adorable son stared at you with his gorgeous eyes. Damn he looks just like his mother. Kidding, he’s an exact replica of Jess. Anywho, you accepted his answer and began to explore.

45 minutes later, you realized that you didn’t plan this out well enough like you thought. Even after talking to Jess everyday on the phone for an entire year, you didn’t know where exactly he was located. Fortunately, you took notice that people often went into a cute little diner called “William’s Hardware Store”, so you followed the crowd into the diner a little bit confused because this didn’t look like a hardware store. You walked in and almost immediately, people started turning to look at you. But atleast S/N enjoyed the attention.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and walked over to the stools at the counter and sat next to a girl around your age. You placed S/N in your lap and took in your surroundings. The girl you were sat next to turned around and gave you a bright grin. “Hi! You’re the new girl, aren’t you?” Her voice was sweet like candy (in the best way possible). “That I am! I’m Y/N. And this dude here is S/N.” You grabbed his hand making him give a little wave. She giggled. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. And you too, S/N.” She tickled his belly quickly and perked up to you. “I’m Rory!”

You looked to where a boy was coming out of a hidden room and THERE HE WAS IRJAHDJWHS

Thank goodness he didn’t cut all of his hair off. You suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach, which you hated. Rory turned to face where you were looking and scoffed. But he was right out the door as quickly as he came. “Not the best of friends?” You asked, jokingly. “Jess? It's.. kind of weird right now. But yeah, no.” She informed you. You nodded. Weird? Like romantic weird?

“Hey, what can I get you?”

You turned away from Rory and looked in front of you. This looks EXACTLY like who Jess explained to be his uncle, Luke. You remember seeing a sign saying “Luke’s” bellow the hardware store sign. Backwards baseball cap, plaid shirt, scruffy facial hair, this must be him. “This is Luke, Y/N. Luke, Y/N just moved here from.. where?” Rory introduced and then turned to you. “New York.” You replied. “Oh, welcome. What part? My nephew Jess is from New York also.” Luke smiled. “Same as him.” You responded. Rory and Luke looked confused and you felt awkward again. Not the right choice of words.

That was until Luke’s face changed from “what is she talking about?” to “ohhh THAT Y/N!” You're glad you didn't have to explain.

“Y/N! It’s great to meet you! How are you? Is this S/N?” Luke looked below to see S/N’s cute lil chubby face. “Yup, this is him!” You held S/N up higher so Luke could see him better. “Wait you know Jess?” Rory asked. “Father of my kid. It wasn’t planned, but things happen, you know? Anyway, he’s my best friend. We’ve know each other since childhood, actually.” You explained. “Wow, this is amazing! So- so you live here now?” Before you could answer Luke, he rushed up and walked to a phone, dialing a number. “I'm gonna get him to come back right now, don't worry."

“Oh, uh. Well sure, I suppose.” You muttered. “Um, well I have to go home to my mom, but it was great meeting you! See you around!” Rory waved goodbye and left. You mentally smacked yourself on the forehead. You were never good at first impressions, EVER. Just a few seconds after Rory left, the door opened again to reveal a sweaty Jess with a panicked expression. “Where’s the fire? Why’s everyone so calm?” He ran over to Luke. “Here, lemme show you.” Luke placed his hand on Jess’ shoulder and guided him to your seat. You fixed your hair as quickly as possible.

Jess stood and stared. “Wh-What are you doing here?” He brightly smiled. He looked down at S/N, who stared into his eyes. He took him from you and rocked him slowly. “Hey, kid.” Jess kissed S/N’s head. “Hi, Jess.” You spoke shyly.

He then turned his attention back to you. “Hey,” He gazed. You stood up quickly and wrapped your arms around him. Luke took S/N from Jess so he could hug you back fully. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispered in your neck. “I missed you.” You told him, pulling away. Although Jess always had trouble expressing his feelings into words, it was a little tense when he didn’t respond back to you.

Luke awkwardly turned to you. “Sorry, Y/N, I gotta get back to work.” He apologized, giving S/N back to you. “It was nice meeting you.” You smiled. He winked and walked back to the kitchen.

"Sooo, how have you been?" You asked, trying to start a conversation while bouncing S/N in your lap. "I've been alright." He put his hands in his pockets and began to speak when a blond chick wrapped her arms around him. "Hey. Where were you? I thought we were gonna go to my place." She prodded. She then turned to face you. "Aw, cute baby."

Of course he had a girlfriend. He was always cool and popular in school, so why wouldn't he be here? You were terribly mistaken to think otherwise. But now you felt a weird pit in your stomach. This was a bad move. You shouldn't have come here. But no, your son needs his father. So, you decide to be brave for S/N.

"Can we do this later?" He mumbled to her. "So you expect me to be okay with this? Ugh, what's the matter with you?" She stormed out of the diner before Jess could respond (not that he wanted to). "Trouble in paradise?" You questioned wholeheartedly. Although you were disappointed, you weren't going let this get in the way of your friendship. He scoffed. "Shane is definitely not my paradise. Look," He got serious for a moment and sat down on a stool next to you. "I'm happy you're here. Really, I am! But you came at a bad time." He told you. "Love triangle?" You joked, thinking back to how Rory said things were weird between them two. "How'd you know?" Jess' eyebrows furrowed. Oh. "Lucky guess." You shrugged. Well, this can't get any better can it? "It was nice seeing you. I should go start unpacking though." You stood up and switched S/N to your other hip. "Listen, let me get things sorted out and I promise I will be with you." He grabbed your hand. "Sorted out? Jess, you shouldn't feel forced to be with me. It's okay, I promise." You tried to reason with him. Why did he make it seem like he had no other option but you? Clearly he has choices.

"No, no. I need to be with you. Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I was gonna go back home?" He asked. You nodded. "That's because I wanted to be with you and my son. But you stopped me and I listened. So, now you're here and I'm gonna be the best damn father I can, alright?" He let go of your hand and ran behind the curtain. All of a sudden, S/N began to cry.

a/n: i'm gonna do a part two dont worryy! im just tired rn but i will try and draft something later tonight and maybe post it tmr xx this was a little hard for me to write since jess would be more mature as a father (atleast i think so) and he wasnt alone like in the show yk? but i had fun nonetheless :)

#SORRY IF THIS WAS BAD #i have mixed feelings tbh #next part might be a lil suggestive #jess #jess mariano #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x y/n #y/n #reader #gilmore girls #jess gilmore girls #gilmore girls x reader #jess mariano fanfiction #fanfic #h3artands0ul #𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸 ☕️

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kittenwalker · 2 years

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The Evans getting turned on by you.

notes : hiya i’m starting a series where it would be how the Evans (Evan, Tate, Kit, Franken Kyle, Frat boy Kyle, Jimmy, James and Kai) would react to you doing something and requests would be greatly appreciated, thank you!! xxx

here’s a little preview, xxx

Evan Peters :

- wearing his clothes really turn him on ( but he would definitely rather you naked ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) )

- preferably his shirts or hoodies, it would look very baggy and long on you and Evan would find that hot.

- he thinks you wearing his clothes is like a marking that your his

- you would walk out of the shower, his shirt draping over your small frame

- Evan would see you and dramatically gasp and act like he fainted then running over to you like a little kid

- “ you look wonderful in my clothes, you should wear them more often “ he said in a low grunt then he unexpectedly picked you up and put you over his shoulder. Making you shriek, surprising you with the swift move. After carefully laying you down, he would smother you in kisses.

- it would either end up with cuddles or a steamy, segssy time

Tate Langdon :

- seeing you choke on his cock pushes him off the edge

- he loves deep-throating and fucking your mouth

- likes to see you go all the to the base of his dick and gagging on it

- “ Come on y/n, you can fit it all the way you’ve done it before “ he says encouraging you to take him whole. You opened up your throat pushing the rest of his cock into your mouth, closing your mouth around it and hollowing out your cheeks. Tate would throw back his head in pleasure, accidentally pulling your hair in the process. After a few more thrust into your mouth, he would release his load into your mouth. “ Good girl, and now good girls get rewarded. “

- he would then continue to pleasure you as a exchange for sucking him off

Kit Walker :

- he thinks you look hot being angry ( like literally when your on fire, he’ll think your hot. get the pun? ok i’ll stop )

- he would cut you off in the middle of your rant or argument and just kiss you to make you shut up. Making you so confused but going along with it.

- “ My boss made me do another shift tomorrow even though I specifically told him I was busy the next day! ” you shouted out of frustration, putting both your hands onto your temples. Massaging them so you wouldn’t get a migraine. “ Well did ya tell em again that you’re not available the following day? ” “ Yes, yes I did Kit! But that bastard ignored it.” you replied, kicking the pillow in front of you. You kept going on about how your boss was an ass, until Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips on to yours, making you stop talking. “ Thought ya take the hint when my eyes was going all over you “ he muttered in a deep voice while making love bites on your neck. “ Let’s take this to the room, yea doll? ”

- would only want to pleasure you so that your mind could take time off after being angry

Frat boy Kyle Spencer :

- he loves to see you dress up sexy

- roaming his hands over your body

- shooting you with compliments left and right

- would want to just ditch the event you were getting ready for

- walking out of the your room, you asked Kyle to open his eyes then giving him a twirl. He would look absolutely star struck, eyeing your black silk dress exposing a bit of your breast. His hands roaming all over your frame, he leaned into kiss you but you backed away knowing his trick. “ Nonono, I know what you’re tryna do, one kiss and we’re not leaving hmph? ” “ Maybe let’s just skipped this one, please babe. “ he pleaded but you shook your head “ Nope I spent way too long getting ready for it to go to waste, c’mon let’s go .” you walked away from his grip, hearing him groan.

- he would make a fuss out of it and try to leave the party early

Franken Kyle Spencer :

- he doesn’t really understand what getting turned on is

- but he loves your love bites and bobbies

- he would then get hard but he wouldn’t know why so you’ll help him take care of it

- you were helping Kyle bathe and he would beg you to come in with him. Mostly because he feels shy being naked under your gaze, so if you don’t shower with him. He’ll just pull you in so that now you’ll be wet and mind as well take a shower. But it’ll turn south because it would just end up with you two making out in the bathroom. “ Suc-ck n-neck ” he’ll say so you'd give give him hickies and you would do as told. He plays with your breast while you’re sucking on his neck, kneading them like dough and pinching your hard nipples.

- you would also just end up having shower sex because Kyle would be too impatient

Jimmy Darling :

- dirty talk is his thang

- you in silk lingerie would make in make him do flips

- you moaning while his fingering you

- honestly just combine all of the above and he would drop dead

- you would notice Jimmy being tense up the whole day due his new act that he is going to perform tonight. So you decided to give him a little treat in the caravan at the end of the day. 12.33 am, Jimmy would be coming back soon so you slipped on his favourite lingerie set. Then you’d lay in a sexy position on his bed, waiting for him to walk in. “ Hey darling I’m bac- woah ” his eyes opening wide, definitely not expecting this. “ Like what you see? ” walking up to him and palming him while whispering into his ear. “ Let me take care of you tonight alright? ” you said while kneeling down

- he would definitely give you aftercare

James Patrick March :

- lovessss to see you beg and call him zaddy

- would purposely do something out of your favour just to see you beg

- while having sex you’ll have to call him daddy or you would get punished ( sometimes you would intentionally disobey him so he could punish you, which is usually spanking. )

- “ Do you want me inside of you my dearest? ” he said, teasing you. You nodded hungry for attention at your cunt. “ Use you pretty mouth dear, come on, beg for it .” “ Daddy please enter me, I really need you to make me come. ” “ Good girl y/n ” James praises

- you usually are exhausted after sex, so James would clean you up and tuck you into bed.

- Giving you a goodnight kiss on the forehead

Kai Anderson :

- he likes it when you sit on his lap

- you would see him working very hard for his cult that day and would want to distract him a bit ( but would deeply regret it after )

- when he is working, you asked if you could on his lap and he would let you but you couldn’t distract him too much.

- testing the waters, you moved around trying to grind him but just said you’re trying to get comfortable.

- you knows he enjoys it but he also had a lot of work to complete

- you could feel him getting hard underneath, so you would full-on grind him until he got mad and carries you into the bedroom.

- he then violently throws you on to the bed and makes sure you learned your lesson to never do it again.

Peter Maximoff :

- he likes you riding his dick

- would absolutely die if you praised him

- when you ride his cock he always stares at your tits going up and down

- " yes y/n just like that " peter moaned while you bounced up and down. " Fuck maximoff, your cock is hitting all the right places " you whimpered, tugging on his soft sliver hair. His ears tingling after hearing you praise him.

- would swallow all of your cum that has spilled out.

god i’m so sorry if this was absolute ass i kinda struggled writing this :’)

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thefirst3chapters · 1 month

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Overanalyzing the Danes family again and thinking about how they react to change:

Liz appears to have an affinity for material objects. When Luke goes to Liz and TJ's place in S7, they have lots of Renaissance faire decor, supplies for making jewelry, quite a few other decorative items, and what appears to be a sizable Beanie Babies collection. That could just be their style, but it's interesting that Luke mentions in S4 that Liz has ended up in situations where a guy leaves with her belongings and clears out her bank account. Perhaps having a lot of physical things around her that aren't very expensive and probably aren't family heirlooms makes her feel safe and gives her a sense of control when everything else changes. Those things might not be as likely to be stolen, and if they go missing she can acquire more.

In S6, Liz tells Luke after a successful run selling jewelry that she doesn't know what to do with all the money, and Luke's suggestion of putting it in a bank hadn't occurred to her. Maybe when Liz came across some money she liked going to thrift stores and getting as much as she could afford. I'm picturing her finding yet another lava lamp or doll and saying, "I feel a connection with this one, don't you think it belongs with us?" while four-year-old Jess, who has been dragging around Curious George Learns the Alphabet for months, stares at her blankly.

Most of the things Jess seems to value are sources of ideas (books and music) or have a clear practical purpose (his clothes, watch, and car). One notable exception is the bracelets he has in addition to the one he temporarily keeps from Rory, and there's that ring he has in AYITL. Maybe there's a story there, and it's possibly an interesting connection to Liz's interest in jewelry (cue the everlasting Gilmore Girls theme of being like your parents even if you don't realize it or try to resist it). Twice we see Jess moving out of town with just what he can carry, and it happened offscreen when he went back to New York. Luke points out that Jess doesn't have much when first gets to Stars Hollow, but he doesn't seem to mind and says that Liz will send the rest later. In that episode, Liz tells Luke it will be that Friday. When all this stuff arrives 10 episodes later, there is of course comedic value in Luke's frustration at being trapped by mountains of boxes, but it's interesting that there is so much, and Jess doesn't seem to care about most of it. Did Liz think Jess would be comforted by this in the way she might be? Even with the extra space when the addition is built, a lot of those things realistically would not have been kept. Jess doesn't seem to own much besides books when he's in his New York apartment either.

Liz is more gregarious than Luke and Jess, but she also appears less affected when people she loves are absent. Liz calls Luke to see if Jess got to town alright in his first episode but famously doesn't ask about Jess going back to New York for the holidays. In S4, Liz is happy to see Jess both times he is in town, but she doesn't go out of her way to find out where he is or if he's okay. In S6, when she projects her concerns by telling TJ that he's going to mess up their child and throws things at him, she tells Luke that TJ left her like all the guys before him, but she's calm about it because of her "new come-what-may philosophy." Luke's the one who intervenes and gets TJ to come back while Liz is busy making new friends, and then Liz is glad to reconcile with him. Maybe Liz's apparent ease with all of this and her inclination toward meeting new people is how she's gotten through all of the losses she's experienced. She's predisposed to moving on.

Jess isn't social by nature, and as a teenager he's extra resistant to being around other people. However, in the two examples we see, once he gets emotionally attached to someone, it's for life. Being estranged from Luke and Rory affects him deeply and for a long time, and when he reconciles with them he makes it clear how important they both are to him. When he's working at Truncheon, he and his co-workers are friends, and he's conversational enough to be a successful businessperson in that environment, but April still notes that "men in this family aren't chatty" when she meets him.

For Luke, the circle of people he likes being around is small, but to those people he's extensively loyal ("Once Luke Danes is in your life, he's in your life forever"). The absence of someone he cares about clearly distresses him, and he tends to seek solitude in response. His apartment isn't cluttered, but he seems to have kept high school trophies, and he has a strong emotional attachment to things that are connected to his family: the diner, the "William's Hardware" sign, the boat, and his grandmother's bedroom furniture. Luke's life has been a bit more stable because he's the one who stuck around to take care of his parents and run the family business, and he's often hesitant to accept change. When metaphorical storms uproot Liz and Jess and take them elsewhere, they have contrasting coping mechanisms that they take with them while Luke stays behind and tries to hold down the fort, and eventually Jess finds stable footing and is able to help him. Or something like that.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls meta #liz danes #jess mariano #luke danes

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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ride it.

author’s note: just an unhinged little drabble about riding azriel 🥵

patience has never been your strong suit.

azriel knew that. so when he found you lingering at the door of his office hours after you announced that you were turning in for bed, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. his shadows informed him of your presence and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked up from his paperwork to find you standing there in your pretty little nightgown, head cocked as your hair cascaded past your shoulders. the soft glow of the faelights enveloped you in a dreamy light as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth.

“i thought you were going to sleep, little love.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you murmured. “our bed’s lonely without you.”

your words absolutely melted his heart. “c’mere then, bunny.”

then you padded across the room, crawling into azriel’s lap with no hesitation. he chuckled softly as you weaved your arms around his neck, breathing in his night and cedar kissed scent. the soft sigh of satisfaction that escaped your lips sounded like music to his ears. you pressed your cheek against the solid plane of his chest, relishing the feel of your mate. the feel of home.

for a little while you’d be content just to sit there with him as he does his work, but then you’d grow restless, squirming in place, unable to tamper down your need.

“hold still, little love. i’m almost finished.”

you sighed into his neck. “just wanna feel you, azzie.” you grazed your lips against the hollow of his throat, the warmth of his skin making you flush with desire. "please."

how could azriel deny his mate? especially when you asked so nicely.

the shadowsinger bunched up the fabric of your dress, his hands traveling past the hem and sliding against your thighs. you shivered against him as he freed his cock from his trousers, the skin on skin contact almost making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“c’mon then, pretty girl. show me how bad you want it.”

you took his length in your hands, staring directly into his eyes as you sank down into his cock. azriel groaned as your warmth and heat hugged around him, walls pulsating as you drenched him with your arousal. you’re dripping, juices coating him as he filled you to the hilt. the little mewls coming out of you as he gripped your hips made the shadowsinger dizzy with desire.

“so wet for me. feels so good, bunny. been thinking about riding my cock all night, haven’t you?”

you nodded, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you wriggled against him, desperate for movement. “missed you so much. i feel so empty without you inside of me. i need you, azzie.”

“i know, bunny. but i’m here now.” he kissed you fervently, lust and desire dancing on his tongue as he guided your hips into a gentle roll. “that’s it, little love. keep rolling your hips just like that. you ride me so well.” he thrust his hips upwards as you grinded against him, your sex squelching and throbbing. “feels so fucking good, princess.”

the sensation was overwhelming. you’ve never felt so filled and stretched as your cunt clenched around azriel’s cock. “gods, you’re so big, az. i love the way you fill me. more, please.” your words are a garbled mess as you slam your hips down, fucking him until you’re seeing stars.

“don’t fucking stop, bunny. i love when you’re desperate for my cock. my pretty little princess turns into such a greedy little whore when she fucks me.” azriel gripped the back of your head, making you look at him. “ride me harder. just like that, fuck. gonna cum inside you. bet you’d like that huh, bunny?”

“yes. gods, yes az.”

the shadowsinger growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he spurted inside of you. his cum dripped down your thigh, but you kept riding him, throwing your head back as his shadows circled your clit. azriel's fingers joined the effort circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he growled into your ear.

"you're making a mess, bunny. use me, fuck me. i want to make you cum. i want to make you scream." you keened, gasping as azriel latched onto your nipple, swirling his wicked tongue around your stiffened peaks. "there's my good little slut. come on, bunny. cum for me."

the orgasm hit you, white-hot and blinding, slamming in on all sides. you're trembling in azriel's lap, nearly sobbing from how good the sex was. your legs feel weak, your head swimming with overwhelming pleasure.

"that's it, little love." azriel wiped your tears and kissed your temple. he swept you up into his arms, his wings cocooning you in red and gold. "you did so well, bunny. let's get you to bed. you wanna cuddle, don't you baby?"

you nodded, tired eyes fluttering as he cradled you against his chest. "yes, please." he chuckled as you nuzzled into his neck. "i love cuddling with you, azzie."

#I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS HELLO #azriel #azriel smut #azriel fic #acotar smut #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff

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yunggoblin · 2 years

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Simon Says - Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley (18+)

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female!Reader

Summary: You play a game of ‘Simon Says’ with Ghost.

Warnings: 18+, Riding, Rough Sex, Minors DNI

Word Count: 886

“Atta girl, easy.” Ghost’s words rang through your ears as you tried to calm yourself down, sitting on his lap nude whereas Ghost still had his gear on. The room you two were in was dark and you could only see your way around was by touch.

“You’re so big.” You whimpered as the tip of his cock head nudged further inside of you, you had to pause, taking a quick break to catch your breath.

“I didn’t say stop.” Ghost growled, looking into his eyes the makeup around them slightly smeared but not showing his skin.

“S- Sorry sir.” You squirmed against his lap only to make him grunt at how your cunt squeezed him so perfectly.

“Keep going” Ghost placed his hand upon your bare waist. “Or I’ll make you keep going.”

You shutter at the hollow threat he offered, making you break out in goosebumps. You slowly pushed yourself down his full length, biting your bottom lip to stop the moan that threatened to spill. Ghost adjusted his large self in the small chair you both sat in. The movements made you gasp as his cock nudged further up, you glared at him as you could tell he was smirking underneath the layers on his face.

Your cunt became wetter as you took more of him inside of you, a loud breathy moan left your lips only to be felt by a gloved hand covering your mouth. “Naughty little girl, it’s like you want us to get caught.” Simon laughed lowly. “I wouldn’t mind putting on a show for them, poor bastards have nothing to jerk off to as it is.”

Your eyes darted towards the closed door, you could hear your teammates talking loudly about whatever they were doing in the other room, most likely blaming Soap that he’s cheating at cards.

The thought of having Soap or any other teammates of your walking in catching you on your leader's lap made your pussy quiver around him. “Oh, someone likes that idea.” Ghost grunted feeling your cunt pulse around his aching cock.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, your face heating up at the fact that it turned you on even more.

Placing both hands upon Ghost’s shoulders you made sure not to mess with the items still attached to his vest. Pushing yourself up by your aching knees you slammed back down onto his cock, fully having him inside. You both let out shaky moans.

Ghost’s dark eyes rolled in the back of his head from your movements, the chair underneath you both slightly creaking louder with each roll of your hips. It didn’t help that Ghost bucked his hips upwards making the mixture of the chair creaking and wet squelching sounds echo in the room.

“That’s it baby, take my cock.” Ghost’s gloved hand gripped at your hair, tugging it as you rode him faster. “Look at you.” He hummed. “Taking my cock so well now aren’t we? Hungry little cock whore.” Ghost planted his feet on the slightly rotten wooden floor and bucked upwards.

His cock pulsing deeply it hits your cervix. “Simon!” You gasped his real name out loud, he placed his hand behind your head pulling you close to his neck, giving you a hint to bite it to shut you the hell up. Taking the hint, you dove your teeth into his flesh, moaning as he kept thrusting his cock deeper inside of you. Ghost groaned through gritted teeth. “Fuck yes, fuck yes.” His free hand gripping your waist, helping you slam down onto his cock, meeting his thrusts.

“I’m going to come.” You panted against the cook of his neck.

“Fuck, I’m close. Hold it.” Ghost demanded.

“I can’t!” You muffled your cries as you bit down on him once more.

“I said to hold it.” Ghost pumped his cock inside of you over and over again, not letting up on the brutal pace of trying to meet his climax. Your pussy ached from how fast he was going, your stomach tightened as you began to see stars in your blurry vision. “Where do you want it?” He moaned, his cock twitching in you.

“I- Inside of me, inside Lt.” You repeated, desperate to come, desperate for his warmth to be inside of you.

“Hmm fuck, come, come for me baby.” The hand on your waist slid down, grabbing your ass tightly as you rocked your hips against him, his rough tactical pants grazing over your sensitive clit driving you over the edge. Your cunt squeezed his cock tightly, milking Ghost for all he has.

“Bloody h- hell.” Ghost grunted, his ropes of come shot inside of you, his legs and hips sputter to the overwhelming feeling of coming so hard. “Fuck, I needed that.” His voice was rough with a hint of tiredness.

You stayed there on his lap, sweaty and creamy in between your thighs. You could feel his cock still hard inside of you, using it as a plug to keep all of the juices in.

“I like that game.” You hummed against him, breathing heavily.

“Such an obedient little girl.” Ghost chuckled, his hand coming down roughly on your ass. “Simon says, get ready for round two.” He purred, rolling his hips as his hard cock pushed your mixed juices into you further.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s Masterlist

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444rockstargf · 4 months

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THUNDER. - jack thurlow

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: thunder. - blue banisters

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: if you're on fire, just keep burning...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly

female!reader x jack

word count: 531

contents: angsty, toxic relationship, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes

lightning flickered through the windows of the ghastly eerie house, jack’s voice coming out as booming thunder as his explosive nature broke free once again. your eyes scanned the room as you sat in front of him on the bed, your heart sinking at the cruel words he spoke.

there were broken picture frames, shattered bottles of alcohol, cigarette butts decorating the room, making it look like the worst storm hit it.

but jack hadn’t been this stormy a few hours ago. you and him had been at the bar with a few of his friends. ones that you never liked much. you sat at the counter, fidgeting with your thumbs as you listened to him chat away with his buddies. you glanced over at him, seeing the way he beamed with joy as bright as the sun. but nobody knew of the rainy day that would arrive after the party.

you were counting down the days until he would finally strike a bolt through your weary heart. until the day he would roll to the next girl and rain on her parade instead.

his harsh words cut through your thoughts, making your blood curdle. “you just have to be all gloomy everytime we go out, huh?! i have no clue what to do to get a goddamn smile out of you!” you looked down sadly, knowing that he was right. you had left the bar at midnight to go smoke a cigarette in the parking lot, needing to get away from the buzz.

he met you out there, a bottle of alcohol in his hand glinting from the moonbeams. and just like that, his sunshine was gone. you saw the rage flicker in his gaze, a storm brewing in his mind.

every argument led to a breakup that lasted as long as a shooting star. he would send you back home, saying that he never wanted to see you again. then he’d show up at your front door in the middle of the night, dressed in a suit with a bouquet of roses in his hand as tears flowed down his hollow cheeks.

the night would end with you two cuddling in bed, his head on your shoulder and his arm wrapped around your waist as if losing you was the scariest thing in the world to him. and as much as you loved to see the rainbow after the storm, you could never manage to find the pot of gold at the end of it.

you could never tell what was going to be on the forecast. he had always been wild and unpredictable like that, but you love that about him.

he had a burning fire inside of him that made him unlike any man you’ve ever known. he kept you ablaze, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were the one that burnt him out. and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do.

you and him both knew that the end of the relationship was inevitable, but you wanted to hold onto the warm of his flame for as long as you could before this wild candle of yours stopped burning for good...

author's note: this isnt the fic that I promised yall! its just a short little one that ive been meaning to get out :))

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everythingelseisextra · 11 months

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The Women Of Birmingham

Request: No Description: After years of ruling alone, your power comes into question with the return of the men from war. An attempt to bargain goes awry. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence, sexism Word Count: 1999 Author's Note: Similar story, just edited and improved

Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it was burnt in one. There’s a certain precarious paranoia to leading, a kind of constant worry that the life you built for years will be taken away. At the same time, there’s pride. Strong, running through your veins in a way you hadn’t felt before you took power. That a woman, low-born and considered hopeless, had taken over Birmingham, ran the streets without mercy. The underworld belongs to you, Hades or Anubis or Hel, and you live as judge, jury, and executioner. Finally, for the first time in your life, you feel as though you’d made it.

Your women creep along the smoggy and filthy streets, sentinels in the constant tide of petty criminals and broken promises. It’s a small circle of trust you’ve created, one you regulate with an iron fist, because if someone questions you, tries to take over, they need to be gone. They need to be dead. Your reputation precedes you, and people bow their heads as you pass, murmuring greetings. Police avert their gaze. Drunkards stumbling away, worried they’ll disrespect you.

Before you took power, your mind was filled with fantasies, with helpless wishes of romance. The pattern on your wrist seems to match no one, and you’ve given up on checking. You don’t need a soulmate. You need the bloodthirsty stain on your soul, the lack of mercy in your hands, you need to be a bullet in a gun. Sometimes, while you’re sleeping, you get flashes; sooty, pale skin, terrified blue eyes, and claustrophobia.

During the war, your rule was unquestioned. The remnants of the Peaky Blinders focused on staying alive in the brutality of Birmingham. Your women kept the city moving, culling the wild edges of personality, succeeding without fail at maintaining order.

Then the men came home.

Thomas Shelby demands respect in silence. He’s done nothing to earn it but expects it regardless, seeking the same treatment you receive without doing any of the work. He knows you from afar. His movement within the city has so far been respectful, keeping to himself, twisting the thoughts of others and slowly building his reputation. Now, though, you watch as his meddling fingers toy with the edges of your territory; the racetracks.

You could lose them without taking a hit. That’s not your concern. As soon as he sets his sights on your territory, a war will start. It blossoms on the horizon, curling dark clouds into a hurricane, and you sit in silence and wonder to yourself how to nip it in the bud.

“Kimber still follows your orders. You don’t need to do anything. It’ll take care of itself.” Mary, a small woman with eyes like a falcon’s and a mind like a steel trap, leans on the table you sit at, looking down at you. Your eyes flick up to meet hers, and she looks away, stepping back, realizing her mistake.

“You don’t understand the Shelbys. If it’s not this, it’ll be something else.” You lean back, toying with the knife in your hand.

“Okay. Yes. Sorry.” She bows her head and you smile faintly, running a finger along the edge of your knife.

“Speak with Grace. Confirm that tomorrow is Black Star Day. I don’t trust Campbell.” Your lip curls at the name. “Send me Rose on your way out.”

Mary nods and steps back, leaves the room without another word. You sigh, return to carving out symbols on the table, turning the dark wood into hollowed out flaxen. This restaurant you sit in, abandoned past sundown, appears ghostly in the hanging lights. All wood and smooth edges, grain hardly smoothed from the dark oak. The Dog House, it’s called, and it sits away from the chaotic ebb and flow, a station of rest for someone like you. Here, attention can shift from you, and you can blend into the shadows, sit away from the sights of those looking for guidance or orders. Usually, that is.

Rose wanders in. Of your women, she is most eloquent. A poet by nature, a liar by choice, she serves as your ambassador, your spokesperson, and your dealer. Talented and highly valuable, but fear backs even the bravest off their own skills.

You speak to her without looking up, stopping her in her tracks. “How afraid are you of Thomas Shelby?”

She shakes her head, eyes respectfully on the ground in front of her. “I’m not.”

“You will meet with him tonight and request a meeting before daybreak. You’ll have backup hidden around you. Might be able to prevent a gang war.” You flip your knife around your hand, spinning it thoughtlessly.

“As you want.”

You smile faintly. “Always as I want.”

Afterwards, you wish you could’ve heard them speaking. Wish you would have listened in, been close enough to hear the words exchanged. Tommy, standing there, hands in his pockets, head tilted, lips slightly parted, cap pulled low over his brow. Mary, sturdy as always, dress swirling around her ankles, pale cream coat loose on her shoulders. Feet inches away from a brownish puddle of Birmingham muck. And, you, in an alleyway behind them, knife clutched in your hand, ready. The weight of a gun on your hip, touching your thigh, consoles you, protects you, assures you. Ready. Across the road, two more sit in wait, ready to defend your sister in crime, as she speaks to a giant of the city.

It happens quickly. Mary finishes a sentence, Tommy nods, says a few words. Mary’s hand drifts to within her overcoat, where a gun sits in ready, slow, methodical, as though he wouldn’t notice if she was casual.

A gunshot. Tommy’s hand, clutching a gun, raised at his side.

A small body dropping, splashing, covered in mud and sewage and the stench of the city’s outflow. Pale dress splattered with ruby and earthy brown and stinking gray.

Without thinking, without planning, you dart out from the alleyway, come up behind him, and stab your knife into his shoulder, hard. Yank it out, go for another hit, then shoot back when he swings around. He takes two steps towards you, hand on his gun, then jerks back. Your backup has him by both arms, holding him almost off the ground in their grip. You pull your gun, prepare to shoot, line it up with his forehead. Stare without blinking into bright blue eyes.

His eyes widen, he squirms, tries to thrash out of the grip of the two women holding him, and fails. Then, he goes deadly, horrifyingly still. Not limp. Not a surrender. A steady, threatening wait, a predator biding its time, hunting. His eyes settle onto yours. You expect terror. You expect the flare of self-protective adrenaline to spark at you from the blue, expect something like begging for repentance in his expression. Instead, you meet ice. Your blood goes cold along with it, affected uncharacteristically by the lack of fear of death. What could push someone to stare the reaper in the eyes and not blink, even smile, prepared and ready?

By the time you find yourself, he’s speaking. “Listen.”

You laugh and press the cold barrel to his forehead. But, out of sheer curiosity, you stay quiet.

“If it’s war you’re looking for, you’re in the wrong place.” Blood drips from his back, but he stays steady, his eyes staring straight into yours.

It would be easy, so easy, to slit his throat. Watch the flesh separate, the blood spill out, all that brilliance inside of him wasted in seconds. You push your gun to his forehead, tilting his head back, and stare down at the vulnerable skin, pale and smooth, untouched.

As if reading your mind, his low voice speaks, and you feel you have no choice but to listen.“The Shelbys, the Lees, whoever is left from France…Lot of enemies you’d be making.”

You pause, then, in one breath, speak. “Drop him.”

His body hits the ground, hard, and you watch as blood billows out of his shoulder, stains the fine blue suit he wears. You step forward and kick him hard in the ribs. He grunts, curls into himself, stays down.

“An eye for an eye,” you say, just loud enough for him to hear it. “Don’t fuck with the women of Birmingham.”

“You’ve been meddling.” Campbell’s nasally, horrible voice bounces off your ears and hits hard against the cold walls.You stop in your tracks, stare at him in front of you, hair on the back of your neck raising as he speaks. “I thought we had a deal, though, I couldn’t expect the likes of you to understand loyalty.”

“Collateral damage.” You widen your stance in the alleyway as if prepared for a fight, blink through the fresh light of the dawn and focus on his silhouette darkening your path out. “Won’t happen again.”

“Oh, but it will.” He wags a finger at you, patronizing. “You… ladies have no self control. You understand me when I say, except for Grace, you aren’t meant for men’s jobs.”

You nod slowly, a sick feeling of disgust twisting around your spine, curl your hand into a fist, then relax it. “What do you want from me, Campbell?”

“‘Sir,’ to you. I’m doing you the justice of giving you a warning.” His smile turns his lips into thin slices of flesh, bulging where they meet the rest of his face. “I am tired of playing games. I plan to clean up this city and rid it of gangs and wild women like you once and for all.”

To a man who thinks himself a god amongst mortals, a warning and a threat are the same thing. You walk forward, continue your way through the alleyway, knock into his shoulder as you pass.

“I expected nothing less than a thank you!” He calls after you.

You let his words roll off your shoulders, continue on. Down the filthy sidewalks, eyes on your destination, only a few blocks ahead. Building upon building, all the same gray, square formation, cobblestone roads and children running and playing, horses spooking, men heaving hammers in niches. Clanging, laughing, vomiting, yelling. You block it out, set yourself in order, start to try to focus. A plan settles in your mind without much thought, a child of the panic throbbing your heart in extra beats, toying with your perceptions.

Your stomach flips when the risk dawns on you, the gambit you’re preparing to perform. As always, an iron grit pushes you forward, stubbornness of making a choice urging you towards the building you’re quickly gaining on. Rather roll the dice, put your life on the line, gamble with everything you have, than wither away, sit and watch, give up the ground you’ve taken. Women nod at you from enclaves, smile through their work to greet you, stop and wave as they hurry their children around. You return their salutes, though never offer a smile.

You open the front door without knocking, slip under a curtain, make your way up into the betting house, where gamblers make their shout and squint at papers and talk in loud, unhinged voices, and a blackboard chalks horse’s names in mediocre handwriting.

You find a man, any man, wearing a suit and pull him aside. He yanks his arm away from you as though you bit him, and you hold back a smile.

“What?!” He speaks as though his mouth is full, though you know for sure it’s empty, given how gaping it becomes.

“I need to speak with Tommy Shelby. Now.” You look past him into the bustling room, full of shouting, sweaty men, grinning and excited to throw away their money.

“Give me one reason not to throw you out.” The man steps closer to you. “Didn’t you stab him?”

Your hand slips into your pocket, toying with the hilt of your knife. “An enemy of his enemy is his friend. We have an objective in common, I believe.”

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thegettingbyp2 · 5 months

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33. With Jess Mariano

Date Night

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‘Are you ready to go?’ Jess asked as he ran down the stairs that led to the diner from Lukes apartment. Every Friday night, you and Jess had a date night, however this date night was different. This marked your one year anniversary of being with Jess and he’d promised you that it was going to be the best date night yet.

‘Yep!’ you replied, grinning at him as he walked towards you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a kiss.

‘Happy Anniversary, baby.’

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Jess had thrown out all the stops for this date. He’d started by driving to a small Italian restaurant that was just outside of Stars Hollow where you had a romantic meal and a moonlit walk around the lake that was next to the restaurant. After driving back into Stars Hollow, you both decided to go and see a movie and luckily for you, there was a sofa free at the back.

You were both trying to stifle your laughter as his lips pressed against yours, his body practically pushing you into the sofa, one of his hands riding up your thigh until his fingers slipped underneath your skirt and lightly grazed against the crotch of your panties. ‘Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?’ he murmured against your lips as his finger lightly traced up and down your panties, making your head fuzzy.

‘Jess, this room is full,’ you whispered, sitting up, Jess’ hand still brushing against your panties, ‘of course people would notice.’

‘Then you’d better be really quiet,’ he whispered, widening his eyes comically as he maintained eye contact, hooking your panties to the side and sliding his middle finger into your pussy.

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and your hand came out to grip his shirt in your fingers, pulling him closer until you could press your lips against his, using his lips to muffle your whimpers. ‘Jess,’ you whined as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you before pressing a second finger into you.

‘Gotta be quiet, baby,’ Jess murmured into your ear, speeding the pace up a bit, letting his thumb drift up to your clit, pressing down and rubbing circles causing your hips to buck and his fingers to sink deeper into your pussy. You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips at the feeling and Jess’ free hand was quick to come up to your mouth, covering your lips with the palm of his hand. ‘What did I just say?’

‘M sorry,’ you mumbled through his mouth, your hips moving against his hand automatically as you chased your orgasm.

‘You gonna cum for me?’ he teased, pressing harder on your clit and crooking his fingers inside you. ‘You gonna cum for me in front of all these people?’

His words tipped you over the edge as you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning too loud as you let your orgasm wash over you. Jess kept rocking his fingers into you until your thighs began to quiver from overstimulation, pulling his fingers out and resting them on your thigh, squeezing softly.

‘I love you,’ you murmured softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you let your eyes drift closed.

‘I love you too,’ he replied, kissing the top of your head, before whispering in your ear, ‘maybe for our next anniversary, we can come back here and I’ll fuck you instead.’

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little-emerald-snake · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 4

Breath Play - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1k words

After Sebastian had finished his wizarding education he had decided to invite his girlfriend to live in the small Feldcroft home, claiming it was far too big for just him all by himself after having lived with two other people for most of the time. She was delighted to join him and they spent their free time, when not working for the ministry, reading their respective books in comfortable silence together.

She’d gained an interest in rather spicy romance novels as of late, which Sebastian was happy to take her to an amiable bookstore that kept a great selection of when they had the time. She’d selected a new one this week that the bookkeep mentioned was a little more intense than her previous selections.

She’d happily taken it anyway, cracking it open as soon as they’d arrived home, her legs comfortably draped across Sebastian’s lap. It didn’t take her long to see what the shopkeeper had meant, right now the main character was being pinned down by her throat as her lover gave long languid strokes into her.

She shifted, pressing her thighs together as she kept reading. Sebastian had noticed the movement and gave a low chuckle that sent heat straight to her core. Liquid fire burned inside of her as she read on, Seb’s fingers rubbing small circles into her calf, his other hand still holding his own book.

A full blown smirk spread across his face as she pressed her thighs together again. The main character describing the stars she saw as her lover restricted her airway. Heat proliferated through her now as she expeditiously climbed the ladder of need. Sebastian no longer was reading, his full attention focused on her now as her breathing had quickened. “Care to share what has you so bothered, love?”

She flushed, handing him the book, pointing to the page she had been reading. His smirk persisted as he took the book from her and began scanning the page. His eyes widened, causing heat to blossom over her face. He finished the page, his gaze turning absolutely feral as he zeroed in on her parted lips.”Does this idea really excite you, love?”

She swallowed nervously, nodding as her tongue darted between her lips to wet her lips. He wasted no time, sliding her legs off of his lap and placing them back on the couch before gently climbing over and straddling her legs. He bends, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, one hand placed gently beside her head to hold him up while the other traces up her side teasingly.

She kisses him back, her urgency emanating into their fevered kiss. Sebastian nips her lip, eliciting a gasp which only spurs him on. His free hand sliding up to the buttons of her blouse, eager to expose her soft skin, the promise of unexplored pleasure hanging thickly in the air between them.

A wanton moan from between her lips being the final straw in his resolve. He shoved her blouse off with a bit of help, his fingers crawling up her skin, erupting goosebumps in their wake. Her thighs eagerly pressed together as his fingers teased lightly into the hollow of her neck. He chuckled darkly, wrapping lithe olive fingers around her through and squeezing gently at first.

The gasp she produced had him squeezing harder, watching her face as her eyes rolled back and she canted her hips up toward his. He smirked, letting go only to reach down and help her out of her skirt, bra and panties. He crowded down into her space again, his fingers coming to wrap around the bobbing of her throat and once again eliciting a breathy moan from her.

Sebastian’s eyes glittered with intrigue as he carefully watched her hips lift with excitement, her eyes meeting his with a silent plea on her lips for more pressure. He watched carefully as he squoze harder, her eyes fluttering closed as she whimpered feverishly. He sat back on his heels, bringing his other hand teasingly over her exposed breasts, gentle touch bringing her nipples to eager peaks.

He chuckled softly as he tweaked each one, eyes roaming her delicious body laid out in front of him. He finally brought his hand to her heated sex, wet with excitement. He lifted his hand on her throat just enough to let her get a gasp of air in before bringing his thumb to her sensitive nub, gently sliding down to dip into her juices and spreading them upward.

She whimpered as he teased her needy sex, her hips needily bucking at his ministrations. He watched her eyes intently as he spun his hand, sliding not one but two digits into her soaking wet sex. His thumb was still teasing her sensitive clit as he went, coaxing whimpers from her sweet lips.

Sebastian curled his digits inside of her, clamping his fingers down harder over her windpipe at the same time. He moved his fingers slowly in and out of her. He knew she’d be making more than broken moans if his hand wasn't fully cutting off her air supply. He continues letting her get a gasp of breath every once in a while when he can tell she's starting to really need it.

His fingers inside of her speed up as he bends down, lips wrapping around her clit which causes her to push her hips up with need. She looks down and meets his eyes, his fingers curling up again while he presses hard against her throat. A soundless cry leaves her as her eyes roll back and Sebastian coaxes her orgasm closer, fingers moving fast and lips applying perfect suction to her clit.

She’s cumming hard, pushing her hips into his face as stars dance in front of her eyes. His hand leaves her throat and she sucks in a deep breath which causes colors to suddenly return to her vision and the intensity of her orgasm to rush through her. She lets out a breathy laugh between gasping for oxygen and meeting Sebastian’s eyes with hers as he teasingly licks her sensitive clit, retracting his fingers from her soaked heat. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you go through.”

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mirabai0821 · 8 months

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Confession? Go see a priest.

Pairings: Tav x Halsin x Astarion Rating: Gen Summary: One does not fault a rose for needing both earth and sun. Or Tav passess out after confessing her love to both elves.

“Well, that was dramatic.” Astarion tried to sound light but all the biting sarcasm he meant to deploy had been hollowed out of his words. She scraped all the artifice from him, leaving him without the shield of his dry humor. Now whatever was said had to sink into him, finally forcing him to deal with whatever emotions got stuck.

“Now Astarion,” strangely, though, the levity Astarion could not find had made its way to Halsin. Once again Tav had humbled him. Three hundred and fifty years of wisdom and experience but this fragile, short-lived little thing managed to teach him something wholly new. He felt so absurd it turned a corner into amusing. The smile Astarion could not muster would not leave Halsin’s face. “Surely you, of all people would think declarations of love should be dramatic?”

“Fair point, I do love the theatricality of it all, right down to the timely faint.”

As Tav, slept, the elves sat in silence.

“Well?” Halsin asked.

“Well what?”

Halsin glared.

Astarion rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, you meant to ask, ‘Is there a way?’”

Halsin kept glaring.

“Well, do you think there is? Why am I the one forced to come up with an answer? This better not be your way of designating me 'the one with all the answers' in this little triad of ours.”

Halsin chuffed, amused. "A simple 'yes' would've done."

"Oh darling, you're gonna learn quickly I am nothing simple."

"All the better then. I like a challenge."

Astarion waved an accusatory finger in Halsin's face.

“Don’t you get any ideas, you oaf. I can barely sort out my feelings for this one,” he thrust that finger back at Tav. “Much less my feelings for you.”

Halsin's added his eyebrows to his hairline. “And are there feelings?”

“Of course there are.” He began to list them off his fingers like a mother’s shopping list. “Jealousy, envy, spite, a not inconsiderable amount of lust, more jealousy and…”

Halsin winced, dreading the rest.

“Appreciation. Friendship. Maybe even affection if you squint.”

Halsin blushed. “Astarion.”

“No, I mean it. You were there for her when I couldn’t be." The dry humor bled away again, honesty taking up its place. "I’m not…strong. Not like you or the others. I wanted her to protect me, but when she needed protection it was you that stepped in. I'll never forget that.”

“You are stronger than you look, little star. But should ever that strength fail you, look to me.”

It was Astarion’s turn to blush. “You’re not gonna confess now too are you? I can only handle one confessional per day. You’ll have to wait, or see a priest.”

“Like you, I’ll only confess to lust and affection…for now at least.” Halsin hummed thoughtfully, fixing a serious stare on the paler elf. “She loves you, Astarion. That alone would have been enough for me but it’s more than that. I don't care for you for love of her. I care for you for well... you.”

“You are confessing!” Astarion feigned a scandalized gasp.

“Maybe I am,” he relented. “But I think not yet. My heart hopes though, that we can figure that out together.”

At long last, after this whole whirlwind of a day, a grin as wide and deep as the Chionthar broke across the vampire’s face. It stretched so far it hurt. But it was the good pain though, the kind that’s good for the body. “Oh, how blessed am I to receive two lovers in a day where most only get one,” he preened, his words wholly and earnestly absent of even a hint of sarcasm. He meant what he said to Tav that day. She made him want everything. And now that included the elf on the other side of her. Starved for love, desperate for it, and now, in the span of minutes he had a surfeit of it. But with him, and his thirst, he could drink it all. And with them, he knew he'd never be thirsty again.

#tav x halsin x astarion #tav x astarion #tav x halsin #halsin x astarion #tavalstarion #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #listen #i wasn't too fond of how Halsin's “poly” option worked #nor astarion's particular response to it #SO WE GO AGANE #tav is not a machine for which you can swap out parts #she is a custom job that requires custom parts #two of em #at the same time

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