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l0v3tast3 · 10 months

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the pervy older bf konig was amazing, pleaseee can we get one for price!! on my knees begging cos damn the konig one hit the spot mammm

god i love john price so fucking much. he makes my daddy issues go off the damn charts and his voice?!?!?! good god (*♡∀♡) also uwu tysm ily anon i hope you like this!!! <33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18, john is late 30's), body worship, semi-public s3x, car s3x, mirror s3x, he fucks you while you're on the phone with your mom, dirty talk, abuse of pet names, edging, overstimulation, tiny bit of dacryphilia, some fluff, john is basically your sugar daddy

✎ word count: 1.6k (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who wouldn't take his hands off of you even if there was a gun to his head. you're just so soft and full of youth, it makes him feel a little bit younger too. he's obsessed with smoothing his hands and his lips over every inch of your skin, always taking his sweet time with you, always making sure to worship every bit of you before he presses your thighs to your chest.

✧ ˖ ° he doesn't take for granted what you give him; he makes sure to thank you in the best way he knows how. it's after a lavish dinner and a stroll along a beautiful river that involves him buying you flowers and chocolate from vendors open late. john always means to end the night with just a kiss, opening your door for you and leaning against the car to watch you walk down the street back to your house (you make him park a few houses down so your parents don't see him). somehow the drive always ends with the car parked in some inconspicuous spot so he can fuck you in the backseat, because you insisted that you couldn't stay at his house overnight without your parents asking too many questions.

✧ ˖ ° despite your disapproving whines and squirms, john still takes it slow while he has you laying in the back of his car. he does it mostly because he loves how your legs shake when he builds your orgasm slow, but also because he knows that your parents will call you to check in soon. sure enough, while he's got two fingers buried knuckle deep in you and his mouth latched around one your nipples, the buzzing tune of your ringtone sounds from your bag on the floor. you barely notice it until his mouth pops off your breast and his fingers nearly slow to a halt, and he's holding up your phone for it. "answer it, love. don't want to make them worry, right?"

✧ ˖ ° when you have the phone in your weak grasp he presses the answer button and sinks back down, grinning while he hears you stutter out your greeting. he picks up the pace again, curling his fingers into the spot that makes your hips jerk. your hand is pressed into your mouth as you try to listen to what your mom is saying. her bleating practically becomes white noise when john's tongue licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and starts laving across it. you manage to spout out that you'll be home soon, you and your friends lost track of time, and john makes sure the call is actually ended when you throw it onto the floor again before he finally makes you cum.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who absolutely loves fucking you in front of literally any reflective surface. bedroom mirror, bathroom mirror, entryway mirror, windows, the tv, anything will suffice if he can see your pretty tits bouncing while he fucks into you from behind. it's high on his (long) list of his favorite ways to have you.

✧ ˖ ° if you're standing up, he'll use one hand to keep your hips lifted high enough to line up with his, the other wrapped around your neck and partially holding your jaw to keep you looking at yourself. "look at how pretty you are, darling, don't y'see how beautiful you are? say it, love, tell me how pretty y'are. c'mon, know you can do it." when you try to avert your eyes in embarrassment he'll use the hand on your throat to press you into his chest, slowing his hips until he's dragging his thick cock back and forth across all the spots that make your brain go haywire. "you know the rules, darling, won't let you cum until y'say it. well? don't start being a brat now. we both know how that goes, don't we?"

✧ ˖ ° it's also a semi-regular occurrence for john to bring you shopping at higher-end stores and fuck you in the secluded dressing rooms. he sits and tells you how gorgeous you look in each pretty dress and outfit you try on, always doing a little spin for him that makes his dick twitch in his too-tight pants. after a particularly short sundress or skirt he follows you into your fitting room, feeling you up before you even get the chance to squeak about how he's not supposed to be in here with you. john loves watching you scratch at his arms as he holds you up to fuck you, one hand shoving his middle and ring fingers to keep you quiet. it's addicting how quickly he can make you forget that you could be caught by someone at any moment.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who might as well shine an actual spotlight on you when he brings you with to formal military events that he's "required" to attend (you always overhear about people skipping out when you're there). he tells you not to worry about buying a dress for it, and when you show up to his home you find he spent probably hundreds on a dress, heels, and all-matching jewelry, all matching your favorite style and colors. and he does it every time you go to an event, always buying you new things; not to mention the matching set of lingerie he gets you for each outfit.

✧ ˖ ° john makes sure to always wear a coat long enough to cover his straining cock when you squeeze his hand or press yourself closer to him when he brings you with. he knows you're nervous, never straying from his side and always glancing to make sure he was still next to you, but of course he wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to. there was always a hand on your back or waist or holding yours, kissing yours knuckles in between brief chats with other officials and soldiers.

✧ ˖ ° the way you cling to him while he introduces you to everyone he makes small talk with for a few minutes makes him so eager to leave already, to finally get home and rip off your dress (you've learned by now that he doesn't care how much he spent on it just to destroy it). just you being dependent on him made both john's heart and cock swell; you were so adorable with your puppy eyes looking up to him for what to do next.

✧ ˖ ° john wants nothing more than for you to rely on him and to trust him enough to take the reins for you. that especially applied to your sex life, of course. "there y'go, sweetheart, that's my girl. just let me handle it all. all you have to do is lay here all pretty and take my cock. i'll go slow, sweetheart, don't worry. i know you're still sensitive, but you can cum for me one more time, can't you? oh, don't whine, love, i know you can do it, just one more for me. you feel so good around me when you cum, don't you want to feel good too?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who is obsessed with making you cum. he only uses the threat of edging you as a way to get you to say or do whatever dirty thing he wants; the rest of the time, he prefers you to be a blabbering, overstimulated mess. he's known (by you) to spend hours going down on you, switching between his mouth and fingers when either gets tired. when you tug at his hair and try to push him away, you always get "jus' one more f'me, darling, know y'can," and a quick kiss to your thigh before he's right back at it.

✧ ˖ ° the sight of you trembling and twitching from the overload of pleasure he gives your little body is just the most satisfying sight in the world to john. after sating his near-constant hunger for your sweet cunt, he'll crawl up to hover over you and press kisses across your face, gently wiping away the trails of tears that escaped during his mouth's endless assault. "y'with me again, love?" he asks softly, pressing little kisses to your swollen lips until you start returning them. the moment is sweet and slow before he's pressing his cock into your tight hole, pushing deeper and deeper until his fat tip is kissing your cervix.

✧ ˖ ° john doesn't give you enough time for your nerves to calm down before he's thrusting into you; the gasps and whines and tiny pleas that stumble out about needing a break. "but i already gave you one darling, just now, remember? shit- so fuckin' tight, even after i spent so long workin' y'open- hah, don't try to squirm away, princess, just take it- fuuuck-" he groans. john's calloused hands collect your smaller ones to intertwine his fingers with yours and hold them above your head, nose-to-nose with you as he coos down at you about how well you're doing for him.

✧ ˖ ° every time he gets you into his bed (or yours, or any bed, really) you know you're in for a long night. john will fuck you until you're about to pass out. he lives for pushing your limits, finding new tricks to get you to cum faster or harder for him, molding you to his cock and drilling it into your head that he's ruined you for any other man.

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iamasaddie · 6 months

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paring: Joel Miller x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,3k~ warnings: ER; explicit sexual content; mentions of smoking; oral [m receiving]; light dirty talk; not beta-ed; no use of y/n a/n: something I whipped up right now as I'm struggling to quit smoking and I know Joel would find the right way to help me. dedicated to my chère @milla-frenchy i love you and i believe in you <3 MASTERLIST

"You know that shit is bad for you, baby."

"Oh, come on Joel, just this last one, I am going to die if I don't smoke right now."

You felt your lips itching for a burn of a filter, your lungs needing the smoke feeling them. You'd been smoking for the last ten years, deciding to quit cold turkey when you got to Jackson. Smoking was a nervous habit, something you picked up instead of biting your nails and chewing your lips raw. You felt good about yourself the first day, proud that you could go 24 hours without even thinking of a poorly wrapped cig that you were used to in the post-apocalyptic world, but now, as your two day streak hit, you weren't so sure you could make it.

Your mood worsened with every hour, everything seemed to piss you off, the last straw was when Joel asked you what was for dinner and you told him to go fuck himself before breaking down in tears. He knew it wasn't you talking, he went through the same bullshit himself, even though his was thirty years earlier and accompanied by as many nicotine patches as the town's drugstore could provide. You weren't so lucky, but he was focused on helping you out.

"You know, the thing that makes you want to smoke is oral fixation."

You raised your eyebrows at him incredulously. What kind of scientific bullshit was that? What made you want to smoke was some kind of shit that made you addicted to cigarettes, it wasn't a fixation.

"Trust me, baby. You know I've been through that before. That's what the doctor told me, you just need to find a thing to fixate on, and you'll forget all about smoking."

He nodded, as if to make his words sound more trustworthy. You were still doubting, though, it kinda sounded like a load of crap. If quitting was so easy, why were people in the QZ ready to all but kill for a pack of fresh cigs?

"So what do you suggest I fixate on?" You asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Some people eat snacks, like chips, or carrots." You punched his shoulder, and he whined leaning away from you on the couch you shared.

"Joel, where the fuck am I supposed to get chips? And it's not the season for carrots, plus Jackson is pretty comfortable, I know, but there's no way people will give me extra snacks just so I don't start smoking. We still have food rations," he scratched his beard, and you sighed. You were doomed. You scrambled to stand up and go to your secret stash of smokes that you hid behind the cupboard, but Joel quickly grabbed your wrist, making you fall into his chest.

"There is another way." His voice dropped low, a cadence you weren't used to hearing in the middle of the day, and you felt your body's usual reaction to his rasp. Heat started pooling in your lower belly, for a moment you forgot why you even started to get up.

"Yeah?" You turned your face to him, your lips almost connecting. "And what's that."

"How about you get on your pretty knees and I'll give you something to occupy your greedy mouth with?"

You raised your eyebrows, chuckling when you saw him keeping the same expression on his face.

"Now you're just making up stuff to have your dick sucked, old man."

"Just entertain me, if I'm wrong I'll go bring you a pack myself."

You considered it. It was a win-win for you either way. If he was right, you'd be rid of your bad habit and satiate the already burning need for your man. If he was wrong, you'd still get to have him, and enjoy a smoke without an accusatory glare from him. You shrugged your shoulders, slowly lowering yourself between his thighs. God, when you took your place there, nothing besides having his thick cock in your mouth as soon as possible crossed your mind. Maybe he was right.

You made a quick work of his pants and boxers under his intense stare. Joel didn't say a word, just lifted his hips helping him free his stiff cock. It desperately begged for your attention and you felt saliva pooling in your mouth at the mere sight of his beautiful tan shaft surrounded by salt and pepper curls around the base, the tip of him dark red and shining with his interest already.

"Come on, honey, take a drag, I see how much you want it."

He wasn't wrong. You hated how he was never wrong. You lowered your mouth, letting a fat drop of saliva lather his dick and he hissed as soon as it touched his burning skin. You didn’t wait for long, letting his pulsing head breach your lips and you both moaned at the intrusion. No cigarette in the world tastes as good as Joel’s precum erecting your tastebuds. He was salty, and you pushed him further down into your mouth, sucking on his steel-hard shaft like you would on a cigarette filter. He was way thicker, though. The girth of him pleasantly stretching your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue as you started bobbing your head up and down slowly. Fuck, he had a point. His taste, the smooth texture of his cock gliding along your tongue and punching bruises into your throat gave you more pleasure than the toxic fumes filling up your lungs.

Joel groaned, placing his hand on your head, and making you take more of him down your throat. "Good girl, just like that. We’ll get you addicted to sucking my cock and you won’t ever think about the damn smokes."

You were already addicted to his cock, had been for some time, but the sound of his fucked out voice made you squirm, wetness pooling in your panties as you started moving faster. Your lips got tighter around him while your tongue caressed the sensitive underside of him. You hummed, delighted in the way he started throbbing, your mind focused on one thing only: his cum down your throat. Fuck, the way he opened up your throat shoving more of him down it until you felt his coarse hair tickling your nose. You stayed like that for a moment, breathing through your nose and letting him feel how your throat contracted around his cock, milking him. "Good - fuckk- good job, baby, gonna fill you all the way up. Every last bit of you, won’t leave a spot for smoke, just gonna be full of my cum."

He gritted his teeth, words coming out slurred, and you brought your hands to his balls, squeezing the tensed up flesh gently and rolling it in your palm. He didn’t have a chance to warn you, just pushed your head off a little, leaving only the pulsing head in your mouth as he filled it with the salty load of him. Fuck, it was a mouthful, like he’d been keeping it for a few days, just waiting for this moment. You felt it pooling on your tongue, cementing the crevices behind your teeth, filling your mouth up like smoke. Joel’s chest heaved and he looked down at you, the last drops of his cum dripping from the head and staining your lips in milky white. He took his hand off your head, cupping your cheek.

"Swallow." You let his load travel down your throat, finding its rightful place inside you. "Good girl."

You placed your head on his thigh, looking up at him and seeing in his eyes that he was far from done with you.

"You know I hate it when you’re right." You pouted.

Joel just laughed, collecting an escaped drop of his cum from the corner of your lips and pushing it back into your welcoming mouth.

***

Two days have passed before you felt the familiar pang of need in your lungs. You were enjoying the mild autumn weather when the itch returned. Without giving it a second thought you hurried back home, finding Joel in the process of cooking you dinner. Taking your hat on the go, you scurried to the kitchen and Joel turned to the sound of your thumping boots.

"Take off your pants, Joel."

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shes2real · 15 days

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Featuring 🌷: cody rhodes + female!reader

Warning ☁️: blowjob, swallowing, somnophilia, fingering, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, dacryphilia, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word count 🌷: 859

Scenario ☁️: After having a naughty dream, Cody needs a little help from his wife.

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As Cody lies awake, he glances upwards with his hands behind his head as his wife sleeps snuggled on his chest. As he watches her, a surge of desire courses through him. His erection is a throbbing reminder of the wet dream that he’d just had.

Cody's gaze lingers on her, admiring her tranquil innocence. The sheets, barely clinging to her naked body, grazed against her skin. At that moment, she seemed to resemble an angel. One hand lay gently on his stomach, fingers tracing invisible patterns, while the other delicately cradled her face. With each rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, her breaths were soft and even, filling the room.

The thought of making love to her while she was sleeping so deeply was definitely turning him on even more. Cody moved with a careful grace, his every movement calculated to avoid disturbing her slumber. One hand traced gentle patterns across her erect nipples, while the other, eased the sheets away from her form. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains provided a perfect glimmer of light.

He slowly began rubbing her clit, as he gently kissed and sucked on her breasts. She remained in a deep sleep as Cody continued his gentle touches. Cody brings his fingers between her legs, groaning as he slips his fingers inside of her.

Her wetness tightened around his digits as her eyes fluttered halfway open. She murmured in a drowsy tone,

"Baby?"

Cody leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her skin as he placed a tender kiss on her lips. He slowly scissored his fingers in and out of her, “Can you help me out, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice low and soothing.

With a slow nod, the weight of sleep gradually lifted as her hips began to grind against his hand. As Cody massaged her g-spot he watched her intently as a loud gasp escaped from her parted lips.

“Make a mess on my fingers baby.” He cooed as he watched a thin trail of drool oozed out her mouth.

As she reached down to grasp his hand, her fingers trembled against his skin, her body writhing in pleasure as her soft moans mingled with his name in the air. Her body arched, every muscle tense with the effort to resist the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Cody pulled out his fingers, tasting her sweet juices as she watched.

“Can I taste you, please?” She whispered.

His eyes met hers with a tender expression, his lips curving into a gentle smile that reached his eyes. With a graceful movement, she sat up, the sheets sliding down her body. He mirrored her action as he leaned back against the plush headboard. He parted his legs slightly, allowing her to crawl in between them.

Her mouth watered as she saw pre-cum oozing from his tip. She arched her back intently as she leaned over to take him into her mouth. She skillfully wrapped her tongue around his tip before sucking on it.

Cody's eyes closed as he basked in the feeling of her mouth.

"Mmm," he moaned, running a hand through her hair, as she sucked nice and slowly before relaxing her throat.

As she deepthroated him, Cody was a groaning mess. Throwing out a few encouraging praises as he tried to compose himself. “There you go,” he groaned, “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” He stilled his hips into the mattress. He was so close.

Before she knew it, thick ropes shot down her throat.

After he came, she sucked on his sensitive tip before pulling away and looking up at him for validation, “Did I do good?”

“So good,” He said, his voice breathless as she climbed onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist.

As he guided himself inside of her, a sigh escaped their lips. Her tight pussy swallowed his thick member as she grinded against him. “I swear your pussy was made for me.” Soft moans escaped from his mouth as he wrapped her into an embrace.

“Codyyy…fuck me!” She sobbed as her grip tightened.

Cody groaned in approval as his hips thrusted deeper into her. Successfully targeting her spot, he slammed her onto him as he prodded at her sensitive walls.

The sounds of her wetness became louder as she began to coat his dick. She looked into his eyes, on the brink of tears.

“You’re so beautiful when you cry for me, baby.”

Her tears caused him to grip her hips and bounce her onto him as her walls squeezed him. Cody felt his own orgasm as he began to throb inside of her. “Cum with me,” He groaned through gritted teeth.

The two came as she bounced slowly, riding out her high. The two panted before he pulled out slowly. Cum started oozing out of her as he placed a finger inside of her, plugging her up.

As she rolled onto her side, the weight of exhaustion pressed against her eyelids. The mattress dipped under his weight as he eased behind her, lifting her leg up.

“Cody…”

“Shh,” He whispered as he reentered her. “You’re such a great helper.”

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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 1 month

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Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

lost in the fire — LH44 x reader

cw: switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #smut #formula 1 #f1 #fanfiction

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 6 months

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Yo listen. Most of y’all don’t realize how fucking wild the difference between Howl’s Moving Castle (Diane Wynne Jones, 1986) and Howl’s Moving Castle (2004, Studio Ghibli) is.

Dramatic recreation:

Movie Howl: Teehee, a new cleaning lady? Cool! I see you’re cursed but bet we can deal with that. In the meantime, wouldn’t you happen to know what in the hell happened in my bathroom? Did you try to ruin my life or smth? Ah well, I look better this way anyway.

Book Howl: BEGONE FROM MY SPIDERS YOU FAUL HAG. I don’t do crack, I am the crack, Methany. Now excuse me, while you and Michael will attempt to solve stuff I should be dealing with, Imma do my best to bang Sophie’s sister. BUT IF I COME BACK AND FIGURE YOU HAD TOUCHED MY STUFF SOPHIE I SWEAR ON THE POWER OF TEN THOUSAND CRACKHEADS-

On the other hand… Sophie is like:

Movie Sophie: Ah, so this is the infamous castle… I’ll just clean up… Wait, that Howl guy I’ve heard so many stories about… He’s actually nice and attentive in his own way… I’m in love.

Book Sophie: BICH WHAT DO YOU NEED THEM SPIDERS FOR ANYWAY!? YOU ARE TRYING TO DO WHAT TO WHOM? COME CATCH THESE HANDS I SWEAR TO GOD…. Now that he’s gone, I’ll look for the hearts he’s feasting on, I know that son of a gun has them stashed away somewhere. Whooping ass can wait a bit, I need my elderly beauty nap and I need it now.

Meanwhile Michael and Calcifer are still living thic-ass legends and I can’t appreciate them enough.

Bonus for those who read the book:

Someone: Is your man possessed by a fire demon?

Sophie: No, he’s just British.

#howl's moving castle #howl pendragon #sophie hatter #calcifer the demon #michael fisher #the book just took the story to 11 #holy shit it’s so good #it makes me laugh out loud

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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do you write for cersei and jamie?

can you write cersei and jamie showing their innocent little sister/step-sister pleasure and praising her along the way 💕💕💕

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“I do not think we should be doing this.” You whimpered out; even as you hardly knew what was wrong the situation still seemed bad for you to do. “Shh, does it not feel good?” Cersei whispered into your ear; her soft, bare body brushing against your own. You could only nod; words were lost to you.

“You want me to feel good too, don’t you?” She locked eyes with you; manipulating her sweet girl so well. “Yes, yes I do..” You whimpered; nodding your head so easily. “My sweet girl.” She purred into your ear. Your hands shyly began to move over her body now; brushing down her arms.

“We will wake him up.” You whimpered out; slowly looking towards Jamie sleeping peacefully beside you. “Why? Are you thinking of being loud?” Cersei couldn’t help but tease you some more. “No, of course not..” You whispered into her ear, hardly knowing what she could be on about.

Cersei only giggled before pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to your neck. Your mouth watering scent moving over her. “It seems your whispering is not so quiet.” The voice of your brother moved through the room. A soft gasp escaped you as you turned to lock eyes with his own sweet ones.

He hummed and began to turn on his side. “Did our sister kidnap you from your bed again?” He couldn’t help but tease. “She did.” You hummed; instantly burrowing into Jamie’s neck as you so sweetly mouthed at him. Cersei’s smirk only widened as she watched you; their training had you melting for them both.

“I was just showing our sweet girl how to touch herself.” Cersei hummed; smirking as Jamie’s interest peaked. The knight raised an eyebrow as his fingers slowly moved through your locks. “Can you show me?” He hummed. He watched in delight as you ducked your head so shyly; a blush easily moving over your cheeks.

“You want to feel like that again, do you not?” Cersei hummed as you whined. The sheets falling from you as you moved to lie on your back. The two of them crowded you as they fought against reaching out to touch. Your whole body shivered at their dark eyes full of desire only placed on you.

They watched as your delicate hands slowly moved down your body; staying clear of those pretty, sweet breasts of yours. They both chuckled whilst greedily watching you. “Such a sweet girl.” Cersei cooed into your ear as you finally gained the courage to slip your hand in between your thighs.

Jamie only burrowed closer; his hardening cock brushing against your side that had your wetness gushing. Your body could only react on instinct, especially the ones they had given you. “Good girl.” He whispered into your ear; the praise coming from him especially had you whimpering.

You locked eyes with him; your body arching from the sheets as your fingers slipped through your soaked folds. Your body jolts at the swipe of your clit. “Are you wet?” Cersei purred into your ear. You whined and burrowed into Jamie’s neck at her question whilst he only chuckled in amusement.

“Show us…I’m hungry after you woke me up.” Jamie purred into your ear whilst your fingers moved easily; circling your clit. You blushed brightly at his words as you slowly moved into Cersei to hide from him. Sometimes, you did not know who was worse. Her own soft hands moved to those ample breasts of yours.

Her fingers brushed over your pebbling nipples as you whimpered. Their names easily fall from your mouth a little too loudly. “Do you need something in that pretty little mouth of yours?” Jamie purred. His smirk only widened as he watched you blush madly; completely lost for words as usual.

Jamie slowly moved his own hand to join you. “Poor sweet love..” He hummed, leaning closer to rest his head on your own. You shivered against him as your lips sweetly parted; his eyes following their movements. Your eyes only widened even more when two of his thicker fingers slipped inside your weeping pussy.

“Do you like that?” Cersei purred into your ear; her hot mouth already mouthing at your neck. You whimpered as your head fell to the side; giving her more room as her soft breasts brushed against your back. “He feels so good, I promise.” The lioness continued to purr her delicious words to you.

Jamie’s thumb swiped against your sensitive clit that had you crying out; your soaked walls fluttering around his fingers. “You will have to be quiet, sweet love.” Jamie whispered before leaning close. You whimpered when your lips finally met his. Jamie’s body melted for you as Cersei watched in delight.

Her eyes darkened as she manipulated the situation in front of her. She watched as you both lost yourselves in each other whilst you timidly began to rock against his fingers. “Good girl, so good.” She whispered sweetly into your ear as you whined. You head to lean away from Jamie to catch your breath.

Jamie reached for you in hunger; his fingers moving into your locks and passionately capturing your soft lips once more. Cersei couldn’t stay watching for long as her own hand moved in between your legs. She pinched your clit without warning, which was enough to have you squirting around Jamie’s leisurely thrusting fingers.

“Cersei.” Jamie scolded as he watched you fall apart. His cock only hardened at the mere sight as his fingers still stroked your spongy spot. “I want her fucking delirious with pleasure.” Cersei moaned and watched your body shake. Her dark chuckles echoed in your ear as you whimpered so prettily.

“How does she feel?” Cersei whispered as her fingers roughly rubbed your clit still. “Tight…so tight and warm…” Jamie mumbled out and she took her opening. “Imagine her around your cock.” She hummed, manipulating him so well as his fingers quickened. A third finger was pushed inside your weeping pussy as you cried out.

“Or her mouth.. “ Cersei hummed. Her wet fingers are moving up to your mouth now to mute you. Her fingers slipped inside and she watched your eyes lock on hers; widening even as you began to suck on them. “Good girl. Our sweet, little one.” She purred and watched Jamie’s pleasure take over him. Oh, how easy he was to play with. Something he shared with you, she thought to herself.

#cersei lannister x reader #jamie lannister x reader #request

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akutasoda · 7 months

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Helluu, can I request Jouno and Teccho (and anyone else if you want to add) with an s/o that is insecure of their thic tight 😭

Btw, your writing is really good <<:

in my eyes

synopsis - you had always felt insecure of them, and they just didn't see why you would be

includes - gin, jouno, tecchou, ayatsuji

warnings - gn!reader, insecure reader, fluff, comfort, wc - 740

a/n: hello! and thank you :D. this resonated with me alot, i still hate mine haha

gin akutagawa ★↷

↪she knows a thing or two about feeling insecure and or not liking apart of yourself. but she had soon learnt not to care about it, it was apart of your body and thats what made you, you.

↪so whenever she picked up on your insecurity, or you had told her, whichever came first, she initially would leave it alone. it was your issue and she didn't know that if interfering would make it worse. but if you started hating it a bit too much, or you ahd asked her about it she would do something.

↪she would reassure you that they were nothing to be insecure of, and she wouldn't tell you but she personally did love them. they were apart of you and therefore she loved them.

↪she would often subtly comment on how they flattered you or just complimented you. she wanted you to learn to love them the way she did but if you never did that was okay as well, she just wants you to atleast oay no mind to them.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪being blind had ment that he had found ways to look after his appearance in different ways. but even through that he never cared what other people thought of his appearance. it was just how he was and he was proud of who he was, how he looked so why should other people's opinions matter to him.

↪whenever he found out, wether it was through you telling him or him picking up the slight changes in your demeanor around the subject or something else, he was quite honestly outraged. not at you, but at your thoughts for making you even doubt your own appearance and making you feel that way.

↪he hadn't understood why you would even think about yourself in that way, your thighs were apart of you and that meant ot was included in the reasons he had loved you. would absolutely try to build up your confidence, to make you see what he saw but he knew that wouldn't just happen overnight.

↪he would always pay attention to if you felt down and immediately tried to lift your spirits. to try and rid your mind of any negative thoughts, thoughts that he wished to rid of entirely.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

↪he had not much cared about how his body was. he looked after himself sure but never really gave it two thoughts about outside of that. it was just how he was and he didn't care what other people thought.

↪so however he had found out, you telling him or him finding out by picking up on clues, it had made him confused in honesty. why would you have amy reason to doubt your appearance, to him you were the best looking person in the world.

↪but he did understand one thing, that he would absolutely try his hardest to bring your confidence up. to make you see what he saw and was determined to get rid of those insecurities. he hated seeing you down and wanted nothing but happiness for you.

↪he would try and subtly comfort you more and more, try and make you comfortable in your own skin and would try and show you just how muched he loved all of you.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪someone who never really cared about his appearance. sure he took care of himself but he didn't care what people thought of him or cared about how he naturally looked. it was just apart of him, why would he give it a second thought.

↪realised very early on your issue with your own body image, specifically your thighs. but knew it could be a sensitive subject so waited until you would tell him or if he noticed it getting particularly bad he would interfere. but would prefer to wait until you were ready to talk about it.

↪he would hate to see how it brought you down and made you feel that way. he would always remind you that it was a natural part of you and that it made you the person he fell in love with. he understood not everyone could brush off things like he could so he would always be ready to help you with any problems in appearance.

↪would want to help you achieve a self confidence that made you forget about your insecurity. you had no reason to doubt your looks, you were amazing and nothing would affecct that.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd gin #gin x reader #bsd jouno #jouno x reader #bsd tecchou #tecchou x reader #bsd ayatsuji #yukito ayatsuji x reader #ayatsuji x reader

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sinning-23 · 6 months

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Ripples (Usopp x Siren!Reader)

Warnings: mild violence? reader is hungies

Enjoy

The sound of his name in honeyed tones draws his attention. Usopp whips around almost instantaneously, searching for the source of the sound. It sends shivers down his spine skin prickling with goosebumps as he swallows hard. It was intriguing, to say the least.

It's hard to shake, but he blinked curiosity away and continued to walk with the rest of his crew. Nami stopped when he did to try and figure out why he seemed so jumpy all of a sudden before continuing onward.

They trudge through the greenery still, and the same tone, more...desperate sounding calls him again. Yes, so sweet, so inviting, but also needy...like the voice had be craving for something...for him. His chest heaves with labored breathes as he becomes more and more determined to find the source. Who was calling out...And so feverishly too.

What needed him so bad?

"Usopp!" Nami calls, grabbing his wrist as he shakes out of the stuppor once more.

“What’s your deal?” She questions with a whisper, pulling him close so as to not draw attention or concern to them.

“You don’t hear it??? ” He swallows hard, pupils blown wide as his voice coming from something so angelic made him... warmer, somehow.

"What? No, just calm down. The sooner we get out of here the better." Nami huffs, releasing him, only for Usopp to turn away and follow the voice, and call off his crewmates drowned out.

He twists around trees, bushes, vines, and stumps, the air getting more moist as he ventures on, clawing any shrubbery out his way. He sinks into mud, and gravel, calfs becoming suken into the soil as he reaches a pond of sorts, rocks covered in moss, bluebells,and painted ferns.

Its too quiet, even the sound of what should be frogs groacking and bugs chittering away is nonexistent. Usopp's stomach twists at the severity of his situation, now waist deep in what feels like quicksand. Twisting, turning and struggling does n good ashe only digs himself further down, the ripples in the once still water before him becoming more and more prominent...and a hell of a lot closer.

He cries out for help, a plead that is only met with silence and the shoshing of mud. He calls again again, the last time being shuhsed by the sound of his name, laced with sugar. He gulps, fear thic in his throat. in front of him is just barely half a face, apair of shining (e/c) hues starign right back at him.

It rises more, nose, lips, nec and collar being revealed. He's still cautions, not in much a position to run away. He let your webbed hands and sharp nails trace his face, twirling one of his locs between your pointer and thumb.

"Let me save you, Usopp" You hum, feeling the fear in him melt away. He leans into your touch, his body slowly becoming less and less tethered to the mud and more to you as he's dragged into cool water. Your hands wander, pulling his shirt, then his body closer to yours, your tail doing its best to avoid grazing him.

His pupils fill the brown of his eyes and you smile, teeth sharp and ivory colored. He tries to tread water, his feet no longer touching the mossy and rocky botton of the pond. Your nails work quickly at tearing the fabric of his shirt, letting it slide off and sink to the bottom. He doesn't speak, only resting his head against your shoulder as you ready your teeth to sink into the flesh of his shoulder.

He’s sweet, the metalic and bitter sweetness makes you hum in delight,l. You tear away a sizeable chunk, the pain sapping him out of his trance, but this far too late. His screams are cut short when you pull him below the waters surface. He fights to gasp for ait but you're quick o pull him back down, sinking yout teeth into him again.

His mouth and lungs filling with water once more when he screams and crimson mixes with the clear water, the signs making you grin. The sound is muffled by water. He doesn't stop though, his final attempt to escape serving useful when trio tugged him away from your unrelenting grasp.

A hiss slips past your lips as the three look at you with a look you loved far too much. Fear. You slip back into the water licking the blood form your lips and razored teeth.

Nami had managed to grab Usops hand mid drown as Luffy and Sanji helped pull her back AND drag him from your grip. They made haste to leave the area but upon further speculation....they had realized their swordsman...was gone.

And…

unfortunately, all Zoro needed to hear was the sound of 'Luffy's' voice, calling out to fim from the wet, mud and moss-covered path ahead.

#x reader #headcannons #reader is a mermaid #reader is a siren #fantasy #one piece #one piece usopp #usopp one piece #ussop x reader #one piece live action #one piece live action usopp #opla usopp #opla x reader #one piece netflix #opla

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thevampirediariesuniverse-1864 · 6 months

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Tony stark smut

Not for proper under 18 !!!!!!

You were tony steaks personal assistant. You did everything for tony . One day after a long meeting tony was down in his lab. It was 2 am at the moment. You still saw tony was up working on his suit. You decide to walk down there. As you walked down the stairs into Tony’s lab you saw him on his couch screwing with his arm piece on his suit. You sat down on top of the table. Tony looked at you..staring at you semi spread legs “mr stark you really need some rest” Tony continued to stare at you without responding.

“Yeah I guess your right” tony stays seated working in his arm piece when he sets it down look at you. He looks directly at you spread legs and up them. E starts to feelings tingle in his pants ..his duck is getting hard for you ..just at the sight of you like this at the thoughts of taking you right there on the table

“Come on mr stark” you say to tony , “look just give me a few more minutes down here” you start swinging your legs back and forth. “You really need for rest” ..”have I ever told. You how hot you are Yn ,” you lion at tony stunned “like look at you , your thic thighs your big but and giant boobs ..ugh..I can’t take it”

“Mr stark?” You ask again.when he stands up and marches to you,he stand between your legs as you sit on the table. “Mr stark ….” You breath out questioning. “Shh..honey ..shh” he places his hand on you thigh ..and rubs you thigh “mr stark..” you’d at again , “tony” tony corrects you. He starts to push your skirt up as he starts kissing your neck. You start to moan “oh Tony mmmaahh Oohhh” “that’s a good girl , let me hear you baby” tony reaches up grabbing your panties pulling them down “good girl …good girl” he coos to you as you moan back to him

He pulls your panties down. You jump in shock. “It’s okay honey, I’ll be gental” his fingers draw circles in your Clint as you moan . He moves them back and forth. “Good girl , good girl.. so fucking hot” you moan again “alright baby , I’m putting them in now okay ?” You nod your head as tony slowly puts one finger in you . You main out as his finger gose in “there you go baby , there you go” he starts slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he adds another. You moan out grabbing his shoulders. “Hey ,hey” he pulls his fingers out,”no coming until I’m inside you”

“Are you ready for me honey ?” You nod your head as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his dick. “Spread your legs for me” you’d press your legs open for him “good girl” he pushes himself slowly into you he’s a moaning messing manning your name “oh Yn , Yn! Oh ..’mm you feel so good ..so tight” you cry out as tony pushes inside you

Tony bottoms out in you. He releases a breath putting his fore head against yours as yu both breath heavily. “Ready?” You nod you head at his question. Tony slowly starts to move ..pumping in and out slowly “there we go ..such a good girl for me” you moan out as he starts going faster “that’s it baby , let me hear who you belong to !” You main out “tony ! Mmm tony ..ooh!”

Tony starts pounding into you. The table starts rocking back and forth your bare ass on the glass table as tony pounds into you rocking you back and forth. You whimper as he dose so. “Mm mm mm” you whimper out Tony’s hand creases your cheek as he pounds into you”it’s okay honey , your doing so good for me !”

“Tony ! Tony ! I’m gonna ! I’m gonna!” You cry out your orgasm not far “I know baby ..me too!” You scream out as an orgasm rocks threw your body , as dose tony moaning your name loudly.

Tony takes you in his arms hugging you “good girl , you did so good” you hold onto tony,he picks you up bridal style carrying you to the bed lying you down getting in and cuddling up to you his arms wrapped around your waist “mine ..mine ..all mine” you him I. Agreement when he continues “I love you so much”

“I love you too tony”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #avengers x reader

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drunkjaked · 2 years

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OBLIVIOUS ft lee heeseung

perv hee.. + smut w a ‘plot’ from me??? + 4156 words

be gentle w me please <333 full fic ver of this blurb type thing idk whatever, ty for sending an ask abt this bae - u know urself 🫶

Thoughtful and quiet, Lee Heeseung was the sweetest boy you had ever met. And probably the smartest too.

He typically only made an appearance during lectures and was nowhere to be found for the rest of the week.

Until Park Sunghoon’s party.

Seeing Heeseung with Sunghoon’s crowd was interesting, he was completely different to the way he was in class. Party Heeseung was chatty, and made everyone around him laugh.

Though his shyness wasn’t completely gone - clear in the way he’d look around the circle after saying something, just to see if people actually thought it was funny - there was a certain.. sexiness to the Heeseung you saw standing in the kitchen.

(It became immediately clear that ‘Sunghoon’s’ crowd may actually be Heeseung’s crowd given the way that Jake Sim looked at him with wide, excited eyes - hanging onto every word he said.)

He held a lollipop between his lips, cheek swollen with the way it sat in his mouth. Pulling it out with a pop every time he had something to say. His lips were cute, pouty, red - though you couldn’t tell if that was natural or due to the artificially coloured candy between them.

Roped into the role of designated driver, you weren’t exactly enjoying the party you were at. Completely sober and all too aware of your surroundings.

Though completely blind to the way Heeseung had been looking around every room he was in to spot you, often leaving after you just to be near you. Or, near enough.

The night’s chill greeted you as soon as you pulled the backdoor open, and it was completely still outside. Taking a seat at the garden table, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to text the group chat and let them know where you were, sighing as you read the time.

23:24. Still on the wrong side of the evening.

Too wrapped up in your own sobriety to hear the door open or even take notice of the figure who’d joined you, you jumped in your seat. Hand clutching your chest when you saw Heeseung standing by the chair next to yours.

“You okay?” His voice was sickly sweet.

You nodded.

Heeseung nodded too.

In the dim light of the backyard, you were shameless in your ogling. Eyes trailing over his body more than once. Really, really taking in the way he looked in his cropped jacket, the way his legs seemed to go on forever in his black jeans.

“You can,” you swallowed. “You can sit if you want.” You finally said, having to drag your eyes off of him, finding interest in the cup in his hand instead.

His hand. His fingers. Long. Thick.

He laughed through his nose, placing his cup on the table and taking a seat.

“Heeseung.” You said, though your voice came out soft, he wasn’t supposed to hear it.

He did, though he almost couldn't believe that you knew his name.

And the sound went straight to his cock, jeans becoming tighter around the crotch and he cleared his throat as he adjusted the way he was sitting. “Hmm?”

You shook your head. “I just like your name.” Reaaaal smooth.

“I like the way you say my name.”

Heeseung used a thick finger to push his glasses up, looking quickly over his shoulder before turning his attention back to you. Had his side profile always been so angelic?

“I didn’t know you knew Sunghoon.” He said, though his voice made it seem like a question, lilting up towards the end.

You grinned at this. “I didn’t know you knew Sunghoon.”

He shrugged. “I’m sure there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“What do you mean by that?” Your head tilted to the side, eyes pushing into a slight squint.

A breathy laugh slipped from him and an adorable smile spread on his lips that took over his entire face. He lifted his cup to his mouth after a while, watching you over the rim. Wiggling his brows and laughing when you did. Because you did.

“You want some?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes locked on his fingers. Again. A nod.

Heeseung ignored your hand as you reached out for the cup, instead bringing it to your lips for you. His free hand rested on the nape of your neck, as he poured the drink into your mouth.

With driving home on your mind, you were quick to tap out. Though mostly you were overwhelmed by the heat of his hand on your skin. The slight smirk set on his pretty lips.

You couldn’t tell what you found more surprising - his boldness or the fact that he was drinking.

For a while, you watched him turn his cup on the table. Oblivious to the fact that his eyes were trained on its rim, desperately waiting for the light to catch your lip gloss so he could put his lips directly over the spot where yours had been.

His cock ached in his pants when he found it. Sweet and sticky vanilla flavoured gloss grazing his lips, his tongue. More than he needed to breathe, he needed to kiss you. Craved it.

Heeseung was thankful for the low light and the table that hid his crotch.

He spent a lot of your conversation licking his lips, suppressing moans at the taste of you and peach schnapps on his tongue.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever laughed so much, clutching your stomach while it ached from chuckling. His charm was palpable and you were beginning to understand Jake’s adoration.

The two of you chatted about nothing for an hour or so before Jay Park came rushing out, pretty brows pulled together with a crease, insisting that there was an emergency and Heeseung was needed upstairs ASAP.

He frowned a little at the news, though he was quick to perk up when you told him that you’d talk soon, okay?

Heeseung’s hug was longer than you’d been expecting, though nice nonetheless. And if you’d been paying more attention to anything other than the way his arms felt around you - you might have picked up on the way his nose nuzzled into your hair. The way he sniffed it. Inhaled like his life depended on it.

The way your eyes flicked back and forth between his eyes and his lips when he let go of you couldn’t have been unintentional. Right? But he was just a little too drunk to distinguish real life from fantasy, though not quite drunk enough to have the confidence to kiss you.

You did your best to hide your disappointment.

Conscious of the sound leaking from your earphones, you turned the volume down on your phone before entering the class. Eyes glued to the floor as you made your wa-A voice sliced through your music.

Sweet. Shy. Heeseung. He mumbled your name softly, as if unsure of your name or if it was even you at all.

The smile on your face was immediate. “Hey.”

He wore a smile to match yours, clearing his throat before saying: I saved a seat for you, and lifting his bag from the seat to his right.

Of course he was handsome - that much you knew. But it was only in the lighting of the lecture hall that you were able to get a good look at him. Black hair sitting flat against his forehead. Brown eyes, wide behind his wire glasses. Lips lacking the red that had coloured them on Saturday night.

The more time you spent observing him, the more the smile on his face began to fall. All confidence, self-assurance, gone like it never existed. A tiny quirk in his sweet lips being the only thing left when you decided to take him up on his offer.

Unsurprisingly, Heeseung didn’t have very much to say to you, linking and unlinking his hands on the desk. His cute lips parting and then sealing shut again as if the words were dying in transit from his brain to his mouth.

You didn’t realise he was distracted by the way your nipples push against your thin shirt.

Both of you were thankful for the lecturer’s arrival, a stack of papers clutched firmly in her hand that she wasted no time in distributing.

And there was a pit in your stomach when your essay was returned to you face down, a blank sheet of paper and the back of a staple staring up at you from the desk. Mocking you.

To your left, Heeseung’s essay sat like a trophy. Text justified, and a glaring 20/20 written and circled in red pen. This is excellent, Heeseung! scrawled underneath as if to add insult to injury. Though he was too busy sending a text to his mother to take notice of your grade.

As soon as he sent the text he looked over at your paper, immediately putting his phone down to cover his own mark. Cheeks heating up when you leaned in to whisper, good job. The hair standing up on his neck where your breath fanned his skin.

This is when he knew you’d be a problem.

The 7/20 on your own essay, combined with the see me after class written under the last paragraph were enough to make you wince - and Heeseung’s cock ached in his pants, hard immediately from the tiny sound. Though you were too wrapped up in your bad grade to notice the way he shifted in his seat, untucking his shirt to cover the bulge in his jeans.

“Do you think you could tutor me?”

He nodded.

A few months of tutoring seemed to be enough to have you hot for tutor, and also bring your score up from a 7 to a 19/20. You squealed and hugged him in class when you saw your grade.

Heeseung had to hide the bulge in his jeans again.

He’d found himself doing that a lot over the time he’d spent tutoring you and was sad to see it come to an en-We should grab coffee after class. You whispered to him, your hand resting casually on his thigh. “You know, to celebrate.” He wondered if you could feel the way his skin was burning under his pants.

Coffee very quickly became dinner, then drinks, then lips on lips, hands in hair. Giggles passed between mouths, and a mumbled please touch me. You wasted no time obliging, hand soft on his pretty cock. Tip red, glossy.

Heeseung finished quickly too, making a mess of your mouth and chin. And after stretching out the cunt he’d been dreaming of, he came even quicker, hot cum covering your stomach. He very nearly came again at the sight of you collecting some of it on your finger, bringing it to your mouth. You hummed around it. Good boy, you praised.

As if something clicked in his brain, it became his mission to hear it again. Heeseung’s sweet lips pulled your clit into his mouth, pausing to inhale your scent. Your shared scent.

The next few weeks were much the same, though you’d found that less and less alcohol was required. And more and more time was spent with his head on your chest. His girlfriend’s tit in his mouth.

Heeseung’s move was gradual. Natural. He already had a drawer with some of his stuff in it. A toothbrush in your (shared) bathroom. His favourite mug in your (shared) cabinet. A box of LEGOs in your (shared) living room that he’d been saving for a rainy day.

The two of you spent your weekends drinking with his friends (Our friends according to him), he wasn’t as shy then, acting out a little in hopes of being punished at home. And spent weekdays in the library studying after class. Well, Heeseung was studying. And you would watch. And Heeseung would blush.

It proved to be kind of perfect seeing as Heeseung insisted on doing the laundry - and still insists after a year and a half. His kiss is sweet as ever, pouty lips so soft on your own. Hands less curious, more desperate. Eyes still wide, though (somehow) they hold more stars. His balls sensitive, cute.

He squirms on the bed when you hold them in your mouth, crying out that it’s too much when your hand jerks him off at the same time. Despite his cries, he insists that he’s green and he grips the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

You’re generous with the kisses you leave on his dick. Starting from the base, leaving a trail of wet pecks all the way to his head. Lips wrapping around his tip as you suck on it. Tongue swiping the underside and darting across his slit.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him in. As much as you can manage, anyway. Though it doesn’t stop his hips bucking up from the bed, cock pushing until you gag. A strangled sorry falling out. Sweet boy.

Throat aching slightly, you take him out of your mouth. From between his legs, he looks so sweet, so precious. Lips parted, plump from kissing, biting. His perfect hips rock into your hand, and you can feel a pulse between your thighs just watching him.

Heeseung is a mess under your touch. Breath laboured. Moans ripping through the room. It’s obvious that he’s close with the way his body starts to tremble. Stomach contra-“Why?” He whines at the sudden loss of contact.

No, no, no, no, falls from his sweet mouth in strings as he watches you stand up from the floor in front of him. Eyes impossibly wide as he mumbles please and I’m sorry, over and over in an effort to get you to sit back down.

You don’t.

His back is warm against your chest, skin damp with sweat. Waist slim between your arms as you reach around the back of him, sandwiching his thighs with your own.

“What are yo-” His question is cut off by a gasp. Your fingers are soft on his nipple, rolling the skin between them. Pinching. Pulling.

Despite how much he thinks about you, he’d never once thought of this. Had never even considered how good it might feel to have your tits pressed to his back while you play with him however you like. Your breath on his neck.

The sensation is overwhelming for him, and his breath comes out in long puffs. Chest rising and falling heavily as he stutters through the word close, his hand gripping harshly at your thigh. Fingernails digging into the soft skin.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.” You coo, and he huffs a sigh in response, rolling his hips against your touch.

His other hand is big on the back of your own as he presses it flat to his chest, trembling in your hold. You use your thumb to rub his nipple and he sinks into you. Pressing on his toes to push himself back as if he wants to merge with you - become one.

Heeseung’s thighs tense between yours, and he shudders a little, head falling back briefly, hair tickling your shoulder. He squeals at the way your other hand strokes his length, wrist loose as you jerk him off. Just the way he likes, you give the most attention to his tip, squeezing and twisting at the skin there, all while his back arches away from your chest.

He writhes against your body, an oh coming out of him when your hand trails from his nipple to his balls, holding them in your hands. Massaging them. “You like it?” You ask, leaving a kiss on the column of his neck. Sucking a mark onto his skin.

All he can bring himself to do is nod in response.

Your lips are soft on the spot behind his ear. Teeth skating over its shell. Voice a whisper when you tell him to be a good boy and cum for me. And seemingly on command, Heeseung’s cock twitches in your hold, his balls contracting and relaxing.��

With a sob, he paints your hands white, his release hot, sticky, all for you - and the feeling is enough to (further) dampen your underwear. Your own arousal forcing the fabric to cling to you. You leave him no time to calm down, strokes only quickening. And he thinks the sensation may kill him. Slick. Hot. Tight.

The hand that played with his pretty balls slides up to hold him just beneath his head, finger trailing up the underside of his cock, and his tip is so slick against the palm of your other hand when they make contact.

Heeseung cries out, entire body squirming at the feeling. “Sto-fuck.” He whimpers, sniffling a little. “Please.” Hot tears slip from his eyes as he screws them shut. Grip on your thigh faltering. Though, again, he promises his colour is green when you ask him.

Your hand closes over his head, rubbing him while he thrashes between your legs. Pornographic moans falling out of him, each one louder and higher in pitch than the last. You alternate between this and jerking him off with both hands.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” You coo, grinning when he cums for the second time. “Always so good for me.”

The praise makes his cock twitch. If you notice, you don’t say anything.

As always, the weekend comes and goes quicker than he realises, and after spending the day doing laundry, Heeseung falls asleep with his head on your chest, your hands playing with his hair.

He hates waking up without you, a frown on his face as he takes notice of your absence. Though he supposes he should at least be thankful for the fact that your scent still lingers on the linen.

Rolling onto his stomach, Heeseung lays with his face in your pillow. Hips rocking against the mattress. Your scent is everywhere, it’s everything, and with his eyes closed it’s almost like you’re still in the bed with him. A long groan falls from his mouth and into the pillow, muffled by the fabric. And he reluctantly stills his motion when he hears a door close somewhere in the apartment. You’re - still - home!

Still home and wearing his shirt as you walk around the kitchen. Your arms stretch above your head as you groan. Hem of the white garment rising, though not quite high enough for your ass to peek out. Which is a shame, he thinks.

Heeseung wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush with his torso. Leaning down to leave a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Good morning.” He mumbles, lingering slightly. Distracted by the way his and your scents mix on your body. It goes straight to his dick and he’s hard instantly, grinding against the curve of your ass.

“I don’t wanna be late for class.” You whisper, letting your head rest on his chest.

Heeseung holds your tit through your - his - shirt. Eyes falling shut as he squeezes it. So soft, he whines.

“Baby.”

“Hmm?”

Your voice lacks its usual conviction when you tell him later, your hips moving against his. Hand his hand down your body. Past the hem of the shirt. You guide him to the spot between your legs.

Heeseung sighs, when he feels you. Feels how wet you are. Because of him. His chest swells with pride at the way your breath catches in your throat. And he thinks this might be better than any breakfast he’s ever had.

You don't normally look inside your underwear drawer, often just reaching in and putting on whatever you grab. Though today, the drawer feels unusually empty - and being a Monday, you can’t help the curiosity that overtakes you because laundry day was only yesterday.

And, like always, you find everything you’d put in the hamper clean and folded away or hung up where it belongs. Except from your panties, apparently. But there’s no time to investigate.

You spend the whole day in class wondering if your boyfriend is throwing out your underwear in an attempt to get you to try going commando as he’s suggested. More than once.

In a not so rare instance, Heeseung finds himself thankful that you’re gone, fishing the black lace you’d been wearing the other day from his pocket, and his cock is rock hard against his sweatpants.

The material is soft on the skin of his face, and he can’t help but bury his nose in the fabric. It’s like you’re there with him. Wet pussy over his face. Just a breath away.

He tugs his sweatpants down, palming himself lightly through his boxers. A smile gracing his lips at the feeling of the slight stiff patch in the fabric. There’s a knot in his stomach when he takes a sharp inhale, and he already knows he won’t last long.

When he pulls his own underwear down, his cock smacks his belly - precum leaving a trail against the toned skin. His index finger slips around in the small mess he’s made, and it tickles a tiny bit when his finger passes over his belly button.

But he’s not patient enough to entertain this for long. With your scent in his nostrils, his fingers wrap around his dick, hand bigger, rougher than yours. He tries to ignore this fact. The feeling of his thumb swiping over his tip, spreading the leaking precum, was very you. And he cries out into your underwear, shivering when some of the lace falls into his mouth. He grows harder in his palm, eyes watering a little from how guilty good he feels.

Heeseung’s mind trips back to the first time he’d been lucky enough to get his head between those thighs he loves so much. The first lick of your hole - his new favourite flavour. Favourite thing. Laying back on the bed he remembers the way you trembled under his touch. Begged for him. More. Cried out for him. Heeseung. He lets go of his cock. Hand flying to his hair. Tugging. Pulling. The way you had. The way you do.

But it’s not enough.

Releasing his hair from his grip, his hand finds his length once again. Jerking off harder. Faster. And he hates that he has to stop touching himself, even for a second - just long enough to spit in his palm before continuing.

As he breathes you in, he finds it hard to believe that he’d lived a life before knowing what you smelled like. That there was a time where he could think about anything other than when the next time you might sit on his face would be.

With some struggle, he pulls the panties from his face, bunching them up in his hand and fisting his cock with them. Making sure his head is completely covered, desperate to finish on the thin material.

While he catches his breath, he brings the (now) cum covered fabric back to his face - moaning into his hand at the way the two of you smell together. Heeseung and YN. YN and Heeseung. Melting into each other. One and the sa-The blissful moment is cut short when he hears you calling his name from another room.

After cleaning himself up as quickly as possible and making sure to conceal the evidence, Heeseung’s lips are pressed into their usual pout when he appears in the doorway, brows raised and doe eyes wid-immediately stinging with tears when he sees what you’re holding.

Your brows are knitted together as you stare at him, seemingly in the middle of what looks like some kind of internal debate - and he’s curling and uncurling the toes on each foot alternatively. Left. Right. Left. Right. Le-You clear your throat and Heeseung watches as you turn your attention to the red cotton in your hands.

He knows he should speak. Explain himself. Tell your that it’s not what it looks like. That he must have put it there by mistake. Claim that he’s recently started sleepwalki- “Is this my used underwear?” Your voice is quiet when you speak, holding the material out towards him.

There’s a pit in his stomach, a lump in his throat. Oh, Heeseung. Wearing all of his thoughts and feelings on his face. He takes a step back when you take a step towards him. Afraid of what’s to come.

“Is this my used underwear?” You repeat.

He says nothing.

With a tiny smile, you approach him. He doesn’t move. ”Wow.” You whisper, holding his cheek in your palm. The pad of your thumb wiping a stray tear. “Here I was, thinking you were a good boy.”

His bottom lip trembles, his hands holding onto your wrist. “I am.” He frowns. “I’m your good boy.”

“No,” you shake your head. “You’re a pervert, Heeseung.”

He whines at the sound of the word. Shaking his own head. Humming in disagreement.

“What was this doing in your pocket then?”

With no words, he takes your hand in his, pulling you along to your shared room. Heeseung lifts his pillow, though he’s too ashamed to look at you, screwing his eyes shut as he hands yo-And you sound excited when you say: You’re using my dirty panties to jerk off? Oh, baby, you’re so cute.

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beneathashadytree · 11 months

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Hello,How do you feel now? I Hope your get better❤️Anyway congrats for your 2k followers,you really deserve it!

I love your stories and writing so much,and for request, could you please write spicy story about Albert James Moriarty having jealous sex with reader ? You can add little fluff in the end too👉👈prompts: 47, 63,64

LET HIM WATCH - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : this is obviously very NSFW, messy sex, cumming inside, jealousy sex, implied exhibitionism, cum-eating, dom!Albert, sub!reader, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filth smut

Word count : 1.3K words (oh shit—)

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I’m feeling quite alright now, thank you very much. You’re really too sweet! I’m glad to be celebrating this event with all of you guys. I honestly usually write under 1K words for this event, but this request was so good that I just ran with it. I hope it’s to your liking, though I apologize for being so late!💗

Prompts : "Be quiet. We're not alone." "You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more.'" "I want to love every inch of you tonight."

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Albert Moriarty was a risk taker, and anyone who knew him well enough was aware of that. He liked to act on his whims (which always actually were carefully-constructed plans that depended a little too much on chance) despite knowing that he might very well lose it all, and he loved nothing more than pulling the rug from underneath everyone’s feet without them realizing. He was a wicked man, through and through.

But more wicked than anything he’d done was the way he was currently fucking his sweetheart half-dumb with his back against the wall in an abandoned drawing room, the loud sounds of the party still going on in the ballroom next-door.

Their fists were bunched in his smart shirt, desperately trying to hold onto anything as his cock mercilessly drove deeper into them; deep enough for them to jolt in his arms and arch their back in such a lewd way that, paired with the sex-drunk look in their hazy eyes and their kiss-swollen lips, it almost had him cumming on the spot.

This was much more frenzied than they’d ever seen Albert try to bed them. In fact, the way he wildly snapped his hips upwards as his arms pulled them deeper into his chest and faster down his cock was almost determined to fuck the common sense out of them.

They were already far too gone; after all, under no circumstances had they ever expected to find themselves being pumped full of his cum—not once, but twice—in the room next to the one where all the nobility of the ‘Ton mingled and chattered.

But how could they focus on anything else, when every vein and every ridge of him dragged against their walls so deliciously? How could they form a coherent thought, when his swollen tip abused that one spot that drove them mad with lust and had them writhing in his arms and crying his name like a wanton whore?

“Albert! F-fuck, slow down—!”

He clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval, an almost-condescending smile on his perfect face as he saw how their actions contradicted their words. They were pushing back to meet every single one of his thrusts, eager for the pornographic squelching that came with the meeting of skin against skin and his cock into their sopping hole.

“You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more,’” he chuckled. His hands had a mind of their own at this point. One had sought purchase in their thigh, fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises that had them squirming delightfully in their seat for days afterwards, while the other had reached up to pinch at their hardened nipples through their fancy clothes. “And I need to fuck you well enough to leave a mark inside you. After all, no one can do this but me, hm?”

A strangled moan left their mouth as he drove in particularly deep to punctuate the point he was trying to make.

“Your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God, yes. Sir, yes, sir. Only you, sir.”

With a tug at their thick locks, he smashed their mouths together, hungrily kissing them as if they would die if they weren’t connected in every single way possible. Teeth gnashed and tugged, and tongues tasted and sucked, so messily that he could swear he could see them drooling a little past the corner of their mouth.

Breathily, after pulling away for a moment, he asked, “Not even Lord Harrington?” What they could muster was only a small sound of dazed confusion, to which he tugged at their hair again and forced them to meet his burning emerald gaze. “He seemed awfully friendly with you earlier. Going on and on about his lands and perks, I presume?”

“N-no! Albert, I would never—“

“It isn’t a matter of whether or not you would, darling. Of course you wouldn’t,” he chuckled half-heartedly, though there was anything but mirth in his voice. He slammed up into them, his pace growing unforgiving, and causing them to twist and whine out another plea. “After all, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you like this. I always knew you liked it rough. I wonder, what he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock and begging for it harder?”

In a rather ironic twist of fate, the door handle of the drawing room was being twisted open at that moment, and Albert barely had a few seconds to pull the both of them behind the curtains and press them up against the window. Footsteps resounded in the room, and he could hear the sigh of what could only be Lord Harrington himself sitting in an armchair and pulling out a cigarette in the furthest corner of the room.

Albert’s cruel smirk showed just how delighted he was at this turn of events. Before they could even register what was happening, he began pounding into them again, earning a surprised keen of pleasure, before he clamped his hand over their drooling mouth.

“Be quiet,” he hissed into their ear, “We're not alone. Or do you want Lord Harrington to see you all fucked out and desperate for my cum?” When he felt them clenching around him at his words, a jolt of surprise and arousal ran through him. “Oh? Looks like you do want that. Want him to see your pathetic little hole stretched around me? I could arrange that, darling. Just say the word.”

A pinch to their aching nipple, and then a tap to their thigh urged them to push harder against him and take him in deeper. Impossibly fast and ruthless, Albert paid little mind to the fact that Lord Harrington was smoking a mere few meters away from them and could very easily hear them, if not see them altogether. After all, it seemed like his naughty sweetheart had taken a liking to the idea of getting caught.

With a practiced hand, he reached down to teasingly touch them right where they liked it, mixing that with his firm grip. His other hand muffling their breathy gasps and shameless moans, it didn’t take long for him to feel their muscles spasming around him, their orgasm coming crashing into them. That delicious feeling alone coaxed his throbbing length to spill inside their warm walls, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling from where they were joined so messily, and down their flushed and bruised thighs.

In a daring display of lewdness that almost stunned him, they scooped his release from between their thighs as he pulled out of them with a low hiss, and stuck their fingers into their mouth. A satisfied hum, and they were licking every drop off their wet fingers. That sight alone kindled yet another raging fire inside of him; one that couldn’t be satisfied with a mere quick fuck behind the curtains.

“Just so you know,” they shakily whispered, clinging onto his lapels as they still seemed a little exhausted from their passionate craze, “It’s not his presence that makes the difference. It’s the thought of you showing us—me, off. That’s all, really.”

Albert could only swallow thickly, as he felt his heart thud in his chest. He barely registered the fact that Lord Harrington’s footsteps had taken him out of the room and closed the door behind him. All he could think of at the moment was that he couldn’t think of a more perfect person to have fallen so irrevocably in love with.

With a gentleness that had been absent from his fit of jealousy, he began to readjust their rumpled and half-strewn clothes. Clasping their sticky hands in his, he pulled them in closer for a tender, almost-laughably-chaste kiss to their soft lips.

“Let’s go outside and bid everyone our farewells. We can make it back home before ten.” He glanced at his watch for confirmation, then nodded. Brushing back their hair, he met their eyes, no less sensual, but all the more fond. “I want to love every inch of you tonight.”

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glitteryinknotes · 5 months

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There isn't that much content to go on really, but Astarion's solo "epilogue" at Withers' party caught me by surprise. Truly.

The image of Astarion post-game that crystallized in my mind after experiencing emotionally & thinking through every single aspect of him, every dialogue, every tiniest bit of content BG3 gave us was of someone with much more maturity, awareness, experience and peace of mind, but at their core - still a chaotic rogue, loosely handling their morality and mostly chasing after the nearest pleasure, nearest excitement. Still someone gracefully prancing the edge of a "good guy" and an "self - serving decadent". That was probably the reason why I gradually stopped thinking about him that much, I just left the Astarion of my mind to do as he pleases.

But... At the Patch 5 reunion, unromanced Astarion says that he has willingly taken up the life of a heroic adventurer and seems rather content with thic choice. I was rather dumbstruck after this confession, but in a positive way. He gets to put his rogue skills to use, gets to murder people, to breathe in the sweet chaos of a battle, but overall... He does it for a good cause, it seems. I am quite sure he enjoys the attention, praise and glory this gets him, that he and his funky ego relish being the event and the hero of the hour, being lauded, admired and thanked, but even so, he seems to be doing the so - called "good thing" out of his own volution, and putting some good into the world, even if in his own way and to his own satisfaction (but after all, that's how the psychological mechanism driving the instinct of doing the "good thing" works for all of us). And he seems genuinely happy with that way of life.

It would seem I misjudged our favourite vampling after all. He may be even a bit better of a person now than I believed. Still Astarion... But just a tad better of a "human" being.

Good for him and good for us. I am so proud of that little bastard's character development.

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dadbodsandbellies · 11 months

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Pt 2 (Source: Thic-as-thieves)

Today was our wedding and my fiancé is now my husband. Since we both are from the New Mexico area, we wanted a cowboy themed wedding - matching our upbringing and how we both grew up. While my husband is ready to give birth, he didn’t tell anyone about his pregnancy (and I didn’t either since he didn’t want me sharing the news yet), but during his speech, he announced that we were gonna have a baby, and exposed his round mid-section. Everyone came up to congratulate us even more after hearing those news. While the party was still going on, I noticed I couldn’t see my husband. When I found him, he was in the dressing room, no shirt, cradling and talking to his belly. I knocked, and he motioned me towards him. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his belly, while my arms wrapped from the back of him. I held him and our unborn son close and we just felt the night slip away.

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yourlocalwriterandreader3451 · 1 month

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The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings for thic chapter: hints of PTSD?, slight violence, mention of blood, kind of sad Laurie at the end

Chapter Four

(Sentences written in italics are when the characters are speaking in Spanish)

The next morning, Laurie was gently shaken awake by Billy and she instinctively shot up, quickly getting to her feet. She had been classically conditioned to be up and at ‘em the second somebody wakes her up. Just another fucked up thing she was used to after living with Jesse and the gang for three stupid years. Laurie knew that Jesse must’ve figured out she had left, maybe he sent a search party out for her to bring her back? However she knew better than to think that. Jesse didn’t care about her enough to do that, he wouldn’t waste that man-power on someone like her.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Billy reassured, raising his hands in surrender. “Take it easy, kid.” He was shocked to have gained such a wild reaction from her just for waking her up. Once he’d seen that Laurie calmed down he spoke again. “We need to get moving.”

The traveling was long, but the duo made do. The rides were usually quiet, the two just enjoying each other's company and every so often pointing out wildlife that they thought was interesting. Laurie would get especially excited whenever they would run into deer.

After a good few days of riding Billy and Laurie finally made it to the city of Chihuahua. An old man sat on the tall hill that Billy and Laurie were riding on and the two decided to approach and see if they had made it to the right place. Artax nickered, snorting as he tossed his head.

“This Chihuahua?,” Billy asked as he pulled his horse, Brandy, to a stop as Laurie did the same with Artax beside him. The young red-head strained her neck, trying to get a better look at the old man that Billy was trying to speak to. However, there was no answer. Billy and Laurie exchanged looks before the younger girl shrugged and coaxed Artax into a lope, heading for the city.

The two of them did eventually find out that they were in the right place, checking into an inn and going up into their room. Laurie sat on the small chair in their room, drawing in her sketchpad while Billy looked out of the window. Both of their heads turned to the door when a little boy appeared, he looked to be about 9 or 10 years old.

“Do you two want me to clean your boots?,” the little boy asked in Spanish. Laurie got up, opening the cracked door fully with a soft smile.

“I just cleaned mine, but I’m sure my friend here would appreciate it,” Laurie replied, also using Spanish, her small smile faltered slightly when she noticed the boy was on a crutch but she quickly countered her reaction as Billy also handed the boy his boots before taking out a silver coin and giving it to him.

“This is upfront,” Billy said, “You’ll get the rest when you bring our boots back later. We need them in an hour. You understand?”

“I understand, thank you, señor, señorita,” the boy said before hobbling away on his crutch, holding the boots in his hand tightly.

An hour later, Billy opened the door to see if the kid who had taken his boots had left them by the door. And much to the outlaw’s dismay, they weren’t. And Laurie couldn’t help but crack up when Billy cussed under his breath and stormed downstairs to buy those shitty second-hand boots. Laurie followed, still hunching over a little bit as she giggled. She found it amusing that he had fallen for a scam, even though she too had been fooled by the boy. It was much funnier to laugh at the actual victim in this situation.

Billy and Laurie stepped outside, by now, the little red-head had calmed down from her laughing fit as she looked around the unfamiliar city. Hoping to find the familiar face of her mama, but to no avail. The city was very much alive, full of people smiling and laughing with each other, trading or buying items and other goods such as food that Laurie could have never even dreamed of having back at Jesse’s ranch. A grin spread across her face as she and Billy walked through the city.

She could definitely get used to this life.

Laurie went over to a fruit stall, taking an apple and handing the vendor some coins, smiling widely as she took a bite out of the fruit and raced back to Billy, basically dancing in excitement as her hands waved around a little bit. The apple was sweet as she took another bite into it. The fruit back at the ranch wasn’t very good, so Laurie never ate the fruit back there despite having a strange love for apples. So the girl was thrilled to find an apple that was actually good and that she could eat. Billy couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s excitement, he was a bit perplexed by the way she expressed her excitement but he didn’t stop her because it wasn’t hurting anyone.

However, when he caught sight of the little kid who had stolen his shoes now trying to pick-pocket another kid, he immediately ran after him, calling him a ‘little thief’ in Spanish. Leaving poor, confused Laurie alone with her apple before she ran after Billy, yelling at him to stop. The chase didn’t last long, just as Billy and Laurie ran into a laundry line circle, the two were ambushed.

Laurie was socked in the face while Billy was being manhandled by a couple of other guys, he tried to grab his gun but that was quickly kicked away. Laurie was being pinned to the wall of a house as she struggled but to no avail. She wasn’t much of a fighter, given her size and how scrawny she was. And whoever had her pinned was using that to his advantage as he quickly pulled the scrunched up cash and compass from her pocket. He then pulled her away from the wall, throwing her to the ground. Laurie kicked him in the shin with a yell.

A loud gunshot rang out, causing the group of muggers to scatter like rabbits, stealing Billy’s gun as they booked it. Laurie heaved, she could feel the blood drip from her mouth and run down her chin before dripping into the dirt. Billy saw this and stumbled to his feet, rushing over and helping her up, visibly concerned for the young teenager. The man who had helped them noticed that Billy was still struggling and he sighed, taking him and slinging his arm over his shoulder.

“You’re a tough kid. I could use someone like you. That kid with you could also be useful if we put some more meat on her bones,” the man said to Billy as he helped him walk.

Laurie followed next to them and pretended like she didn’t basically just get called the runt again. It wasn’t anything new to her, but it hurt even worse coming from a stranger.

But little did young Laurie know that this meet and greet would be the start of something much bigger than she was.

Literally and figuratively.

A/N:

Shorter chapter because I'm tired, comicon was a lotta fun tho

Again, constructive criticism is appreciated <3

Billy and Laurie are my loves

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