#after what felt like ages I finally made the captures I needed to make this gifset I've been trying to make for weeks

[einaudis]

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[youngbounty]

Something I noticed in The Boy Wonder #3 is how it shows Damian’s envy for Tim. It isn’t like with Jason, who believed Tim was a replacement for him. This is Damian wanting what Tim has and feeling unworthy because he doesn’t have it. It’s only in this issue that we see the shadow of Ra’s saying “weakness.”

The first time this is heard is when he’s with Tim talking about their plan. The narrator goes over how Damian is only working with Tim due to his failure to capture the demon in the last issue with Jason. This is the first time we see Ra’s shadow saying “weakness.” This is referring to Damian’s need for a chaperone or what he thinks is a chaperone. As readers that keep up with the Bats, we know Batman is only using this to teach Damian and Tim to work as a team.

The second time is at the gala when Tim is talking with Penguin, who offers him food and riches. Damian clearly despises this and finds Tim’s actions abhorrent. In Damian’s mind, Tim is using his father’s wealth to dulge himself in greed and gluttony. Those that keep up with the Bat comics know that Tim is putting on an act to extract information. However, Damian doesn’t see that. We see the shadow of Ra’s saying “weakness” once again, referring to Tim’s actions and why Damian refuses to participate.

The third time is when Damian leaves to do Robin work and Tim refuses to tag along. He questions Damian’s trust, believing he feels guilty for cutting the man’s head off, but questions if Damian feels bad because it is wrong or because he got caught. Ra’s shadow says “weakness” once again, showing a deeper meaning of what Damian considers “weak.” Even just feeling guilt or questioning his past guilt is considered weak in Damian’s eyes.

The final time is after Tim reveals his favor with Penguin was an act to go after the demon Damian is after. Damian confronts that he only made the incorrect assumption of Tim because he felt threatened by him, wanting to be more worthy than him. This time, Talia’s shadow joins in and we see a shadow of a dejected Damian. He feels greatly ashamed more for allowing his insecurities drive his choices instead of working with Tim or trusting him. Even his mother would disapprove, who ironically was the one who taught him the disgusting nature of gluttony and greed.

These show the root of Damian’s feelings toward Tim: envy. He feels this way because Tim has everything he wants. This makes sense when you consider the past comics. Unlike Jason or Dick, Tim is much closer to Damian’s age. He only got recently adopted, but was Robin way before when his parents were alive. He is not the blood son of Batman and was defeated easily by Damian, yet still has Batman’s trust and worthiness Damian doesn’t have. Tim isn’t broken like Jason or decided his own legacy like Dick, Barbara or Stephanie. Even when Dick took Batman’s mantle, Damian was expected to take it after he was older.

As a result, Damian sees himself as weak, unworthy and undeserving of the Robin mantle he was given. It feels that he only got to be Robin because of his eldest brother, not his father. Damian wants approval, he wants to be worthy of what he’s given.

From here, we see Damian pushing Tim out of the way to save him. It gives him the question he’s been ignoring, likely the very question he took as weakness: would Damian put his life on the line for another, then be strong enough to remember who he is when others try to force him on a different path?

Juni Ba makes it clear that Damian wants only approval he never truly had. His tension towards Tim was never out of hate, but jealousy. It’s only once confronting his insecurities that Damian is able to show us that he never hated Tim. That is his brother he will always put his life on the line for.

[peetaslefttoe]

@dumbpuss

Peeta x Fem! Reader. Maybe they’re at the bakery? Like you know he’s teaching reader how to bake and how to knead bread and it’s all sensual. The reader and him are together but because of his games things have been like really stiff between them? You can go wild with the details!

warnings: p in v, slight choking, AFAB reader

summary: request above 🫶

author’s note: ahhh thank you for the request i love this idea, i hope i did it justice <33

Masterlist pinned xx

The sweet aroma of flour and cinnamon filled your nose. Peeta stood beside you wrapped in an apron, he’s hands preparing ingredients from memory. You finally got this time to be alone with him. Things had been tense between you two since his return from the arena and this was just what you needed. You sit on the wooden counter top beside him while he works on a loaf.

“Okay, so now that we’ve made the dough, you need to knead it out,” he patted your waist urging you to jump down. You stood between his warm arms watching his hands carefully. He massaged the dough, rolling it under his strong hands. You felt a warmth growing in your stomach, his steady hands against the palpable dough and his torso supporting your back. You leaned back into his heat looking up at him.

“The dough darling, look back at the dough,” he smirked noticing the way you looked at him. You obliged looking down once more. You couldn’t help your thoughts wandering looking at his large hands. Imagining them around your neck, his comforting touch all over your body, his skilled fingers working into you. After what felt like ages he had molded the dough onto a sheet.

“Okay, now we put it in the oven, just turn the heat up,” you turned the dial all the way. “Perfect,” his praise brought fire to your cheeks. You stood back admiring his handwork as he placed the loaf into the burning oven, shutting the metal door behind it. He turned back to the counter patting the wood in front of him expectantly. You hopped up sitting down and looking into his big hazel eyes. He placed his muscled arms on either side of your hips.

“You’re not very discreet sweet girl,” he whispered, brushing your hair behind your ears.

“What’do you mean?” you asked, your voice breaking when you felt his splayed hand on your lower back.

“What were you thinking about Y/N?” he smirked at you cheekily.

“The bread…?” you replied shakily, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

“Ah ah, don’t be sassy with me sweetheart, tell me what you were thinking about,” he said lowly, maintins eye contact.

“Your… hands,” you finally said looking down at your lap. He tilted your chin back up, looking you in your eyes.

“Mhm and what were my hands doing?” he pushed further.

“Touching me…” you whimpered, his hands dipping down to run along the waistband of your skirt.

“Like this?” Peeta whispered, before cupping your face and kissing you gently. He pulled you closer deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He wound his hands into your hair tugging gently making you whimper.

“I wanted us to have a nice date after all the time apart, but your obsession with my hands is driving me crazy Y/N,” Peeta finally gasped out through the kiss. You leaned back capturing pointer figure in your mouth.

“Peeta,” you moaned against his hand, suckling on his finger.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his dominant facade fading away with the dance of your tongue on his fingers.

“Peeta, please, fuck me,” you whispered, kissing his hand and dragging your fingers up his back. He untied his apron and reached for his belt buckle. You stopped him, pushing his hands out of the way and undoing it for him. You pulled his pants and boxers down, his hard cock slapped against his toned torso. He gathered up your skirt holding it firmly at your waist. He hooked his fingers into your panties teasingly, he dragged them slowly down your thighs.

“Peeta please, I need you,” you groaned begging him to move faster. He removed your underwear completely before lifting your legs so your feet were on the counter, spreading you for him.

“My hands really made you this wet darling?” he said smugly. You whined bucking towards him. He smirked up at you and ran his hand through your soaked folds.

“Peeta,” you whimpered.

“What’s wrong sweet girl? I thought you liked these hands?” he teases you further, circling your clit.

“Peeta! Please stop teasing, fuck me please,” you begged shamelessly for his cock. He stood, pressing a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to your neck suckling and nibbling on the exposed skin. Just as you were about to open your mouth and beg him once again you feel him start to push into you. His thick dick enters you inch by inch. You wrap your arms around him tightly adjusting to his size.

“Just breath sweetheart,” he whispers. “Tell me when I can move,” he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. You breath for a few moments before you nod against his chest signalling him. Sometimes the way Peeta switches from his sweet passionate self to confident and dominate surprises you. One second ago he was kissing you gently checking that you were okay the next he has you pinned to the counter, his hand firmly around your neck. You moan loudly as he squeezes your throat tightly while ramming into your wet cunt.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it, you wanted my hands wrapped around your throat didn’t you?”

“Yesss,” you gasp through his rough strokes.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well aren’t you?” he gruffly speaks your praise. He drills into you, the bakery filling with the sound of your skin meeting. He moves the hand around your neck onto the counter beside your head for support with the other he dips his fingers into your empty mouth. Without pause you pull his warm hand into your mouth, suckling and licking his finger tips. He grips your jaw tightly with his thumb while you drool onto your chin and along his wrist. You moaned around his fingers feeling tension build in your core.

“You’re close aren’t you? Cum for me, please Y/N, cum all over me,” you whine at his words thrusting against his dick. With his words the heat inside you snaps flooding you with euphoria. Your pussy clenches around his thick cock, he whimpers, slumping over you while he wildly fucks your pulsing hole, filling you with his warm cum. He slows his thrusts riding his high while you embrace him, stroking his blonde hair.

[dixons-sunshine]

Girl Of My Dreams | Van x Fem!Reader

Summary: After being away at college for a few months, you come home to find your boyfriend more than happy to see you. However, something triggers a string of insecure thoughts, and it’s up to Van to ensure you that you are the girl of his dreams.

Genre: Slightly angsty, but mainly fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to cheating (there isn’t any because Van would never.), insecurities.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Requested by @cordelhya. This is my very first time writing for Van, so I hope I did an okay job. I hope y’all like this!

A small shriek left your mouth at the sudden, unexpected contact from behind. You were lifted off your feet and spun around, that familiar melodic laugh filling the air, making you giggle as well. When you were finally lowered back down to the stableness of the earth, you turned around and locked eyes with those stunning, cerulean-coloured eyes of your boyfriend of almost two years, a breathtaking smile on his face.

Before you could say anything, he leaned down and captured your lips with his in a sweet, tender kiss, his large hands coming up to frame your face. You instantly reciprocated, looping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. You nearly melted in his embrace, his familiar scent, his familiar touch, just him in general reminding you just how much you had missed him. How all those months away at college had proven that distance indeed makes the heart grow fonder.

You were the first to pull away. When you did, you smiled up at the blonde-haired man, admiring him up close for the first time in—what felt like—forever. God, how you had missed him.

“Van,” you said his name softly, one of your hands sliding up his neck to cup his cheeks.

Van smiled down at you as he instinctively leaned into your touch, his ocean-like eyes glimmering in the late morning sun. “Hey, Babe,” he greeted you in a voice just as soft, his hands moving down to settle on your hips. “Welcome back.”

You chuckled lightly at his words. “Thanks. It’s great to be back. I missed this place.” A beat of silence, before you continued. “I missed you.”

Van smiled softly at that. “I missed you, too. So much.”

Despite not really wanting to, Van stepped out of your embrace and instead extended his hand towards you, a silent offer for you to take it. When you did, he gently tugged you, making you fall into step beside him as the two of you began walking along the waterbed. The casualness of the small gesture made it feel like too much time and no time at all had passed.

“This place sucks without you, y’know,” Van commented, nudging your shoulder with his. “There’s only so much the rest of these lowlifes can do to keep me entertained when you’re not around. It gets lonely.”

Despite the joking tone he used, you knew that there was an underlying sadness to his words. It was no secret to you that Van longed to be able to do what you had done; go off to college, meet new people, make friends his age, and all the other things that came with being an independent young adult. But he could not. Or rather, he was not allowed to. His father needed him, and Van felt obligated to stay.

You called Van every night. He would reminisce about joining you at college, and even talked about enrolling to go with you next Fall. However, whether or not that would become a reality, you did not know.

You cleared your throat, hoping to make your tone as light and joking as your boyfriend’s. “I mean, I’m not surprised. I am pretty awesome.”

Van laughed and nodded. “Yeah, and not at all humble, it seems.”

“Why be humble when I know I’m amazing?” you joked, your heart thumping against your chest as you saw the beautiful smile you put on Van’s face. “It’s ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he retorted playfully.

“Yeah, and yet you love me.”

“Eh, temporary fit of insanity. Some counseling and I’ll be fine.”

You giggled and shook your head. “Now who’s the ridiculous one?”

Van hummed, pretending to think about it, before smirking. “Still you.”

He laughed when you lightly shoved his shoulder, moving closer to press a quick kiss to your temple, before helping you up the step and onto the wooden platform. He led you to the few lawn chairs right on the edge of the dock, before settling down onto one of them and watching as you did the same.

“So, give me the rundown,” he began, lounging back in the chair. “How’s college.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. Nothing to really complain about, other than the fact that I’m getting sick and tired of having to hear the people in the dorm next to mine going at it like fucking rabbits.”

“I think you mean “fucking like rabbits”,” he corrected you jokingly.

You chuckled and nodded. “Same thing.” You followed Van’s lead and settled against the chair, allowing the hot summer sun to bake down on you as you enjoyed the company of your boyfriend after so long of not seeing him. “What about you? How—”

“Van! Hey!”

The sound of a woman’s voice cut you off. Looking up, you saw a brunette, wearing a tight crop top and shorts so short that it left almost nothing to the imagination, approaching you and Van. Or, more so, just Van.

Van sent the woman a friendly smile, looking up at her through squinted eyes against the sun’s rays. “Allie, hi.”

“Hi,” she greeted him, a girlish giggle tumbling out of her plush, red lips. “Sorry to bother you when you’re hanging out with your friend, but I just wanted to ask—”

The woman’s voice slowly faded from your ears. A frown tugged at your eyebrows, and you focused on the wood of the chair instead of the woman and Van. Unwillingly, nasty, unwanted, miserable thoughts plagued your mind, and you had to resist the urge to just jump up and leave.

There was no denying that the woman Van was talking to was downright gorgeous. There was definitely also no denying that Van looked like he had been sculpted by Greek gods. Back in high school, all the girls had wanted him. You had been one of those girls not so long ago.

You never fully understood why Van had chosen you, but you chose to ignore that voice at the back of your head telling you that you did not deserve hm. However, as you watched Van interact with the woman, all those insecurities came flooding back.

You had been away at college for months. You had not come back home for Spring break, meaning that the last time Van had seen you was around Christmas. He went half a year without being able to see you. Half a year… That was an awfully long time, and anything could have happened in that time. Anything...

“Babe? Are you okay?”

The sound of Van’s voice snapped you from your agonizingly cruel thoughts. You snapped your head up and locked eyes with your boyfriend, and your heart almost melted at the concerned look on his face.

You swallowed at the lump in your throat and nodded slowly. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Where’d you go?” he inquired, motioning over to his own head to show you that he was talking about where you had gone mentally.

You shook your head. “Nowhere great,” you admitted softly, your eyebrows furrowing together once more. You did not really want to voice your insecurities to Van, but you knew that communication was important, so it was better to get this out of the way than let it consume you from the inside out. “Just thinking…”

“’Bout what?” he asked, leaning forward to see you better.

“Just…” you trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We haven’t seen each other in a while, and I’ve heard from some of my friends that their long distance relationships didn’t work out because of, well, lying and—”

“Cheatin’?” Van finished for you, a look of understanding crossing his features. He sat up properly, swung his legs over the side of the chair, and leaned forward to take your hand in his. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly, a look of sincerity on his face.

“First of all, don’t feel bad for bringing this up, okay?” When you nodded, he continued. “Okay. I understand where you’re comin’ from, and I don’t blame you for being scared about this. I know we haven’t been together in person for a while, but that did not change the fact that I love you, and only you. No other girl exists to me like that. I promise. When I’m lonely and I miss you, you know what I do?”

“What?” you asked softly.

Van reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open, before showing you the small picture in it; a picture of the two of you together, in a photo booth, smiling brightly at the camera. The picture had a few crinkles in it, showing that it had been handled multiple times.

“I look at this picture,” he replied, a small smile on his face. “I look at this picture, and I remind myself that the wait is worth it. That I’m gonna see you soon and that everythin’ will be better.” He closed his wallet and slipped it back into his pocket, before looking back at you again. “I don’t think you realize just how much I love you, Sweetheart. Why would I want to lose you, the girl of my dreams, because of some meaningless fling? Not only is that fuckin’ stupid, it’s goddamn mental. I mean, have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? I wanna know what they feed you at that school because you look good enough to eat.”

You giggled lightly at his words. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he agreed without a second thought. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got every guy at that school wantin’ you. But for now, and as long as you will have me, you’ll be my girl, and I will be your guy. Nobody else matters. Okay?”

You nodded, a soft, genuine smile on your face. “Okay,” you whispered. “I love you, Van.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” A few moments of silence passed, before Van tugged you up from your chair.

“Where are we going?” you asked in confusion, but allowed him to lead you away.

Van sent you a look you knew all too well, a look that had a shiver rolling up your spine. “You were right, though. You have been away for a while. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to properly take care of you, and I’m plannin’ on correctin’ that.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Then take me home, Van.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[julessworldd]

Hey babes! I finally got an idea that was too good to not waste. @valeskafics gave the inspo for this amazing thing 🫶🏻 love you wifey! Also @foxyanon for the tag

Warnings: cucking, age gap (reader is 19, Robb is 19, Jaime is in his 30s) pussy eating, fingering(F), oral(m and f), squirting, hair pulling, p in v, doggy, mentions of face fucking. Spanking, dubcon at first! , dom!robb 🥵 Mentions of beheading, war/battle, cussing. Theon being early season prev Theon(you’ll see) I probably messed a couple timeline things up. I’m not totally up to speed up to westerlands’ house: I didn’t want a westerling reader so house Swyft

I don’t own characters or rights of Game of Thrones, all credits for G.R.R and HBO. Enjoy besties 🫶🏻🫶🏻

A Lannister bride was today’s Targaryen marriage. The Lannisters were powerful and wealthy people. Even better if it was Lord Tywin’s son, Jaime. Tywin’s power bent the rule of a Kingsguard not taking a wife. Owning lands, fathering children. For that Swyft lord’s daughter Y/n it was a dream come true. She remembers seeing Jaime at a tourney at the rock. He was 17 and she was merely a preteen. But she was dead set on marrying the lion.

Y/n’s wish had came true, she married Jaime Lannister, former Kingsguard, son of the mighty Tywin. She loved life at the rock, gold, nice dresses. Better yet custom dresses that the fabric came from the Narrow Sea. A handsome lord husband, who loved to make her scream until his name was the only thing she knew. Jaime had ruined her for other men, especially since he was well blessed below in the belt. And knew how to pleasure her before his own needs.

After the death of King Robert, the realm had 4 kings who thought they were the true king. One was a Stark, the late Lord Eddard Stark’s son, Robb. He was around Y/n’s age, she was merely 19 after this spring. King Joffrey declared war on all the kings, Robb was moving south. He was apparently near the trident, that was close enough for her husband to pick up and head to battle. After a king screaming match, Y/n was with her husband. She made a promise to stay out of the way and let him ride to battle. Jaime was gone as he went after the Stark army, Y/n stayed like always.

Y/n was reading a book when the tent flap moved and revealed a Stark bannermen. Y/n’s chest tightened as she locked eyes with the bannermen. She tried reaching for the blade Jaime had given her. But she was thrown over the bearded man’s shoulder. Soon enough Y/n was carried to the Stark’s camp, she seen her husband. He was dirty, dirt had hidden his golden hair. He was tied up and had a chain around his neck. Her heart broke for her husband, he was so good at battle how did he get captured? Especially by someone who is three years younger his wife.

“Your Grace, I got Ser Jaime’s wife. What should I do with her?” The bannermen asked as he held her arm

“Leave her in my tent, she’ll forget about her lion after she has me in her cunt” Theon smirked as he checked her out

“Theon, she’s a lady no matter whose house she married in. Set her up a tent near mine” Robb said “Leave her with me”

The bannermen let go of her arm, Jaime was so pissed he didn’t say anything as he was dragged away. He thinking of ways to kill the foul mouthed Greyjoy. How dare he talk to his darling like that.

“What’s a lady doing in her husband’s war camp?” Robb asked

Y/n rolled her eyes “Whats a Stark doing riding south? Don’t you remember what happened to your grandfather, uncle and recently your father. King Joffery surely knows what he’s doing to do to you”

“Mouthy little thing” Robb smirked

“Fuck you” Y/n said, she had to restrain herself from spitting on him.

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It had been a few days since she had seen Jaime, she missed him. Missed his voice, his scent, how his hands felt on her waist. Everytime someone brought her food she begged to see Jaime. They ignored her. Theon asked what’s so good about the lion. She told him his cock and how he stretched her. Theon rolled his eyes and left.

A direwolf walked in her tent, she crawled to the corner of her cot. She had her knees to her chest

“Good wolf. Yeah, you. Go on I don’t have anything” she said trying not to sound scared.

“Greywind” Robb snapped his fingers and made the wolf sit the entrance.

“King in North” Y/n rolled her eyes

“Lady Lannister” Robb smirked

“I want to see my husband, please” Y/n sighed

“I’ll let you see him but on one condition, love” Robb said sitting on the cot by her feet

“What’s that? My family rides for Lannisters not Stark men” Y/n told the auburn haired king

“I want my way with you, but I want him to watch” Robb said rubbing Y/n’s foot

“Him who?” She asked

Rob was surprised she asked who instead of being offended and declaring her cunt for her Jaime only.

“Your husband, of course. I need answers and he hasn’t gave any so far. Seeing you beg for my cock will surely get to him crack” Robb said

“No! I’d rather you kill me than you fuck me” Y/n gasped

“I seen a Swyft flag this morning, a man looked like you. Is that your brother?” Robb asked

“Ryan, he’s my older brother. One of my father’s heir” Y/n said

“If you don’t let me do what I want, I’ll kill him and I’ll have you watch” Robb said

“Fine fine. Have him brought here, I don’t want the other prisoners seeing me like that or your men. Please” Y/n pleaded

“Well we think a lot a like, lady. Theon, bring the kingslayer in” Robb yelled over his shoulder

“Your Grace” Theon said before winking at Y/n before leaving

Y/n seen Jaime and got off the cot. She took in his appearance, he was practically buried in dirt. He had scruff, he looked exhausted. Old worn clothes, his hands chained behind his back. Y/n hugged him, Jaime leaned his head on her shoulder.

“My poor lion” Y/n muttered as she kissed his forehead as she stood on her tip toes

“Just let him do this twisted thing. Once I get out of here, it will be behind us, my sweet girl” Jaime whispered

Y/n looked at him but shook her yes. She led Jaime to a chair by the cot. Robb was still on her cot as he smirked. He patted his thigh, Y/n cringed as she looked over at Jaime. Jaime nodded his head signaling her to do what Robb wanted her to do.

Y/n climbed on Robb’s lap, the wolf wrapped his arms around her as he turned her to face him only. Her back towards Jaime, Robb squeezed her ass. He yanked her down by her hair and kissed her. Y/n had tears down her cheeks as she kissed him back.

Suddenly Robb had her dress off and pushed her on her back. Robb had her naked as he forced his shoulders between her thighs as he dipped his head to her cunt. Y/n whined as she felt Robb’s hot tongue tracing her hole. It had been a week since she had been touched. Jaime fucked her four times or more a week, he fucked her hard the morning he left the Lannister camp. Robb was eating her like a mad man, he rubbed her clit in tight circles with his finger.

She moaned as she grinded her pussy on his face as he licked her clit down to her asshole. Robb moaned, feeling her sweet cunt on him. Her stomach tightened as she came, her thighs wrapped around Robb’s head. Her hands clenched his auburn curls. Jaime was half hard from Y/n’s whines and seeing cum ooze out of her as Robb raised up.

Robb smirked as he turned his head towards Jaime. He gently raised Y/n up to his chest before stripping down. Y/n’s eyes flickered to Jaime, Jaime gave her a reassuring smile. Robb gently grabbed her jaw to kiss her, this time she clutched her fingers in his hair. Robb had snuck his fingers down to her hole, one finger rubbed the outside. He plunged his two fingers into her weeping cunt. Y/n moaned against his lips.

After making her cum again, Robb released his fingers. Licking them off, he flipped Y/n to her stomach. She was facing Jaime as Robb grabbed her hips. Bringing her ass up, he gave her soft cheeks a couple snacks. Y/n wanted to turn around and slap his face. That was one thing Jaime never did even do for teasing. His punishment was usually face fucking her and throat training her despite her whins. Oddly enough Y/n liked it when Robb slapped her ass, she felt herself clenched around nothing.

“I’ll show you why your father should have sent you to Winterfell instead of that ugly rock” Robb teased her clit

Y/n bit her lip to hide how she was enjoying this. Being fucked by another man while her beloved watched. Jaime however was slowly losing his cool. Y/n was his wife, her pussy was his nobody else’s, her body was something for him to cherish and push her boundaries of pleasure.

Robb finally entered Y/n and he was bigger and thicker than Jaime. Y/n moaned it had been a bit too long to not be filled. She missed cockwarming Jaime, but Robb found new areas to touch. Felt like he was going to rip her into two. Robb slammed his hips against her ass repeatedly, her moans were so sweet. Her cunt was tight, warm and kept him snug, Robb loved. He thought it was worth killing Jaime and having Tywin Lannister kill him for it. Your cunt was sweet but maybe not worth his sisters and family being killed.

Y/n moaned as Robb grabbed her by her long hair making her look back at him. Her eyes meeting his Tully blue eyes, a couple whins falling out of her plump lips. Robb stuck two of his fingers in her mouth. The same ones that fucked her cunt in front of her husband moments ago. She could faintly taste herself on his fingers. She swirled her tongue around his dights, Robb smirked.

“Guess Kingslayer did good, training you. The perfect lady wife, gorgeous body with a sweet cunt” Robb rammed into her

She wanted to knock his stupid teeth out for calling Jaime that. She was the only one who knew why Jaime did it. She agreed with him, sometimes betraying someone will help innocent people live another day. But that was soon forgotten as she came around Robb’s cock. Except he didn’t stop his thrusts until she squirted. He let go of her hair and she fell into the cot, she silently moaned as she came down from her hair.

Damn maybe her father should have sent her North cause Jaime never made her do that. Jaime! It hit her, he was there and witnessed the whole thing. She looked up as Jaime was fuming , his fits were clenched as his chest heaved. Robb chuckled as he seen the kingslayer’s reaction

“Theon! Take Ser Jaime back to his cell” Robb called his friend.

Theon walked in, Y/n saw his hard cock in his pants. Theon grabbed Jaime’s arm as he walked out of her tent.

Robb stood up getting dressed

Y/n watched as Theon was across camp

“You never asked him anything”

“I was going to but the gods blessed you with the best cunt the realm has had. Forgive me for being distracted, my lady” Robb smirked as groped her breast.

“He’s never made me do that” Y/n smirked

“That’s a shame, my lady” Robb said

Y/n crawled off the bed as she stopped in front of Robb. Running her hands down his thighs “Can I tell you thank you?”

“At once” Robb snapped his fingers like he did at Greywind

“Not a dog”

“No, but you did let the wolf have his way with you. After all you are a lions wife, maybe” Robb smirked

Y/n looked up at him and cocked her eyebrows. Robb had a point, a very valid one. How could she ever lay with Jaime without feeling guilty about this night. Of course if Robb released Jaime and her.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Now It's Always Summertime

History Professor!Reader x Student!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You're just trying to get your thoughts together for the upcoming semester, but there are a few distractions.

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Mentions of getting high, student professor relationship, age gap everyone is over 18.

A/N: I watched a Tik Tok that had the right vibes and this came to mind so here you go. A little treat.

You poured the black liquid from your stove top coffee maker into your glass mug. Your favorite mug with a world map on it. The steam bellowed from both the maker and your now full mug. The overhead lights of the office were off leaving the strings of fairy lights that adorned the bookshelves behind you and the warm glow of your desk lamp as the only sources of light. A Golden pothos falling over the sides of the shelves like waterfalls.

The leather bound notebook sat on your desk with coffee ring stains from setting your mug atop of the blank page. You always thought it gave the page character when one found its way to a page. You transferred your thoughts from the newest edition of the history text book you received for this upcoming semester. 

Going over your previous semesters lesson plan and improving on it with the new text book in mind. You taught a few different classes and with the short summer semester coming to an end only to pick back up. Before you'd have time to do anything it would be Autumn with a chill in the air worthy of the hot cup you sipped on.

A knock against the open doorframe brought you from your thoughts. Looking up over your glasses, hair slipping past your ear as your head moved. Your two favorite students stood in your doorway, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Neither were history majors, but you seem to have captured their attention as they've now taken two of your classes. Your Western Civ I class along with your Mythology class. The two were already in your schedule for the Fall semester for Western Civ II and Wanda somehow snuck her way into your Norse mythology class. 

“What can I do for you girls?” You asked setting your pen down and picking up your mug, refilling it once more before taking a sip. The two girls stepped in and closed the door behind them. Natasha coming around to beside you and looking at the notes you took. 

“Is this for next semester?” The redheaded Russian asked as her finger ran over the words, a small smudge coming at the bottom where the fresh ink resided. You took her hand in your own after setting the mug down. Much like a mother would you licked one of your own fingers and used it to wipe the mark away on her finger.

“It is and I'd appreciate if my notes could stay intact. My thoughts are jumbled enough without you smudging them Tasha.” You looked up at the red head with a smirk plastered on your face and hers adorned a blush as Wanda came to your other side arms wrapping around your shoulders. 

“We wanted to know if we could help you with anything?” You felt her breath on the shell of your ear. Your attention moving from the Russian to the Sokovian. 

“I'm sure you two could be studying for your finals instead of coming to ask if I need help.” You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, the smirk still on your face as her forehead found your cheek. 

“Need some stress relief.” She murmured against you making a chuckle bubble up from your chest. Wanda let out a whine in protest of your chuckle. 

“Well she needs a stress relief. I'm getting high later.” Your head spun back to the redhead. 

“Without me? Rude.” Natasha started laughing along with you.

“Well I can bring it if you say we can come over tonight and then we can all have a good time.” Natasha wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on your hand that was still in hers. Another whine falling past Wanda's lips is what made you give in. 

“Okay. Okay you two can come over. We'll get high and have some stress relief from finals for everyone's sake.” Both girls became excited at the thought of getting to come over. 

You lived a ways away from campus so you never worried about anyone seeing the girls come over since the three of you started up this throuple of yours at the beginning of the summer semester. 

The classes were smaller and the two girls had already caught your eye. Since neither was a history major you figured once they got their history credits you'd never see them again. The campus was huge and the history building was nowhere near where these two spent the rest of their day. Yet when you saw their names once more you knew you had to say something. So as the old saying goes; one thing led to another and here we are. 

You wrapped and arm around Wanda, pulling her into your lap where her face now buried its away into the crook of your neck. Natasha just leaned against you. More than content to have you against her stomach. You never thought this is where you'd be when you started teaching here, but you couldn't be more happy, more full, more loved than you are with these two in your life.

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well that was lovely. i love that we got to see them so long after the finale, after they've mellowed and settled into their relationship and their dynamic.

tongrak has come so, so far. he could barely confess his love to mahasamut in ep 10, and now we see him completely unashamed about being head over heels for mahasamut. there wasn't a single instance of denial or embarrassment about his love and desire for and eagerness to be with mahasamut - even when vie straight up accused him of having a kink for angry!mahasamut, his response isn't denial but "are you psychic". oh, how safe he must feel in this relationship to be able to fly so freely with this after everything we saw in the series, because to show this kind of devotion must feel so vulnerable.

and i love that mahasamut truly gets to be true to himself. i love that he still gets to do what he cares about; gets to live on the island, continue working, presumably take care of all the people on the island he protects and provides for. i also really love that tongrak never at any point dismisses the importance of mahasamut's work (which would be so easy to do by arguing that tongrak's rich enough that mahasamut probs doesn't actually need to work). but he knows that mahasamut loves what he does, and loves the island and the people so he's never dismissive of it.

and its so beautiful how they accomodate each other into their lives. mahasamut just spoils him so much and is so enamoured by everything tongrak does but there's subtle, more hidden things too, like how he knows tongrak likes things neat and tidy so he makes sure their home is neat before he comes back; how he knows tongrak was secretly enjoying his time with vimook even though he also wanted to rush back to mahasamut. he plans to take tongrak out to the sea because he notices a pattern of tongrak only settling after he's been to the sea even before he learns why tongrak loves the sea. and tongrak wanting to run back to mahasamut's side finishing his work early so he could but not pushing for mahasamut to come back with him, learning to cook for mahasamut, looking at furniture but refusing to buy it until he discusses it with mahasamut even though it's his money. like this is such a stable, loving, considerate relationship. they think of the other person and genuinely want what's best for the other even if it's not necessarily their preference.

i also love that as much as mahasamut's very 'dom' coded to tongrak's 'sub', there's glimpses of their true ages in moments like when mahasamut asks tongrak to "just see me off like this from time to time" and tongrak's face just softens into this overwhelming fondness and he kisses mahasamut on the forehead. mahasamut asks for so, so little but somehow tongrak's reaction shows us that he holds those instances with the reverence and adoration they deserve.

their love is so deep and sweet and tender and lovely and warm and i'm so grateful we got this.

fortpeat's performances were breathtaking. i'm desperate for a gif of mahasamut looking at tongrak as he turns away with the sparkler to kick at the water because fort captured 'besotted' beautifully in that 1 second (screenshots don't quite capture it somehow). it really felt like they immersed themselves fully into the roles, like there wasn't even really any awkward moments or interactions that made me second guess that they were 2 people very much in love and very, very sure of the other's love for them.

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Until He Gets Tired Of Me Part 1

Edited version of this fic

“Until he gets tired of me.”

That was Darlin's answer anytime someone questioned their relationship with Sam. A piercing but deep pain would shoot through their chest every time they said it. But it was always said in a joking tone and a movement to distract the other person from their face. No one needed to see how that thought may have hurt them. They knew what they were getting into from the jump. 

Vampires don’t age. They don’t make a habit of keeping long connections with humans if any at all. Despite knowing this, Darlin' felt safe. Safer than they had felt in a long time. They found that safety in Sam and were grateful for it. Nothing is ever truly guaranteed, and to have had Sam in their life at all was a blessing and a mercy. He made a promise to stay by their side.The man was no liar and they loved him for that. Him staying was all they could ever hope for.

As much as they hated the thought of Sam ever leaving them, Darlin' could never blame him. They'd fucked up so many times in their life. People’s well being were tested and some had gotten hurt. His Progeny, their friend, and the countless others Quinn had gotten ahold of before his capturing by the Department. They were reckless. In being so, caused Sam to strain himself to care and worry for them.

There were day they wished Sam would just pack up and go. To rid himself of the headache being their presence. But whenever they woke, he was always right there, holding them close and tightly.

He'd never do that, though. It was obvious to anyone who actually bothered to see them together. The tenderness in his eyes. The gentleness of his touch. The vampire was beyond sprung for the wolf. He was happy. Like he was finally healing. Sam wouldn't be going anywhere. Sam learned that about himself very quickly after the first couple of meetings. 

Darlin' knew as well. A part of their brain screamed to believe otherwise. They hadn't done anything to deserve his grace. His patience. His love. Love that was promised to them until the end of their time.

"Do you think Count Yee-Haw will stay?"

The question had been asked once again. This time, by a young boy named Carlos. He had gotten attached to Darlin' as a toddler and was one of the few pack members that was genuinely happy to see them back.

Count Yee-Haw was the nickname the pack kids had given Sam. Only they could call him that, though. It was a name bestowed upon him after the collective decided to put his vamp strength to the test. The poor man was literally dog piled and left to hold and stumble around with a minimum of 8 kids hanging off his frame like ornaments. It was a title he was growing fond of.

"Probably. At least until he gets tired of me." Darlin gave the boy a half-hearted smile and pulled the hood of his jacket over his face. He didn’t need the soured expression on their face. 

Carlos struggled against Darlin’s had that was still on top of his head and growled playfully. Truth was, he knew Darlin’ better than he let on. He had picked up on their scent on the edge of wooded areas before David knew of their return to town. He would always be loyal to the pack, but if Darlin didn’t want to be seen, he wouldn’t rat them out. Not before they were ready.

"I heard some of the adults talking. They said that he wouldn't stay when you get older."  Carlos admitted, irritation all too clear on his voice. "It's stupid. He obviously loves you. And you're happy now. Isn't that enough?" His voice was just above a whisper

The words spoken came from a place of care. Carlos had missed his favorite rebel and defender of Asher's antics. Truth be told, he was worried Darlin' would become uneasy around the pack and got MIA again. They were more stable with the southern vamp at their side.

Darlin' was about ready to hug the kid in an attempt to soothe his nerves. He typically didn’t get openly upset. But a single thought ran through their head. Carlos was a sweet kid, but what he said was just nice? Too nice to come from a tween.

"Besides. I don't think you'll ever stop being weird. And he already talks like an old ma-." Darlin' cut him short with a smack to the back of his head.There it was. Darlin’ couldn't help but smile to themselves. It's not like he was lying. 

"If you think that, why even ask?" They pulled the hood from over his head and he turned to face them.

"Because I know you hear them too. And I don't want you guys to go anywhere."

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Sam and Milo were coming back to the main hall. The casual conversation came to a halt when he heard his nickname. The following sentence fell from lips he was all too familiar with. Every vocal cue and tone. And today, it tugged heavy at his heart.

“Sam. Hey, you feelin’ alright? I didn’t think Vamps got sick, but uh…. You’re not lookin’ too hot.” Milo had caught the hurt across Sam’s face before he had the chance to sort himself. 

The vampire was brought back and forced himself to focus on the shifter next to him. He would have to talk with his Mate after they had gotten home. Sam forced a small smile and waved off Milo’s concern. Milo knew not to push too hard with Sam. He was recluse by nature and finally coming out of his shell to the pack. Pushing Sam could very well mean him closing up again. Not to mention that if he did, there was no reason to believe Darlin’ wouldn't either.

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Poetry Confessions

Elijah Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: writing poetry with Eli.

Wordcount: 0.9k

TW: none

A little appreciation post and a (late) happy birthday to one of my favourite irish lads, Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q Hewson.

Masterlist

Softly the rain outside played a melody she wanted to capture but just didn’t know how. It was such a sweet, soft sound that couldn’t be described in words. It was a echo but nothing more. Some sensual beating of natures heart. How could you capture a heartbeat?

The door creaked open and was shut close shortly after. Eli carrying in two mugs for the two of them. Both filled with the tea of their preference. The smoke of it was dancing through the air before dissolving into nothing. Cooling off.

He put them on his table before turning around to talk to the girl, who was sitting on his bed, about the song they were just about to write.

He invited her over to his after reading a bit of her poetry by what you could call rather an accident than for the reason of her offering it to him. Rob had given it to him, explaining that it was from a friend and that he should hold the papers for him while he set up his bass. The words memorized him and he could imagine a rhythm behind it. It was as if they were his own, but at the same time they weren’t. They told a story he saw himself in but he wasn’t the main character. They felt like one. Sharing a mind.

After talking to Rob about it and inviting her to a band practice before going to his home, she agreed to work with them. At first, she was mad at Rob for just handing the papers out like they were free advertisement and embarrassed that someone else besides her closest friends read her most conscious thoughts, but the lads were nice and she quickly bonded with them, which made her appreciate it a little more. Plus, she was now actively working together with people that she was convinced had a great future in front of them. For most people, you could tell if they were gonna be stars in their future at the mere age of 17, but with them, you just knew.

“What are you thinking about?” Eli asked, sitting down next to her. His eyes switched between her profile and the world outside his window. He watched the rain but to him it was a rather ordinary thing to admire.

“It’s beautiful. The rain, I mean. It’s so loud but so gentle,” she explained, turning her head to look at him. “I’ve tried writing about it, but I never really got to capture it’s beauty quite like I hoped to. It always seemed off.”

He had never heard anyone talk about nature like that - besides Bobby’s endless speeches about birds. But that - the rain and it’s magic - he understood it - not like the birds. He just sat there and watched her like he couldn’t comprehend she was real. What a mind, he thought.

“I think you can’t capture the most beautiful things in something like words or pictures. Reality is always more fascinating,” he answered, watching her to make her understand what he was referring to. Her.

“I don’t think that’s true,” she argued, pulling her legs up to sit cross legged opposite him.

Eli did the same, turning so he could look at her fully. “Then how do you explain your struggle with writing about rain?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just bad.”

“When you’re bad then I’m horrible. No, even worse than horrible. A total disaster,” he joked, making her laugh. “You wanna test it?”

“How?” She asked, intrigued by his offer.

“We each write one poem about something that we find semi beautiful and one thing that we are fascinated by. Then we see which one is better,” he explained his idea.

“That’s not gonna work,” she said.

“You don’t even wanna try? Party popper,” he said, looking bored at her.

She laughed at his behavior before finally agreeing to his offer. “Which one do we write first?”

“The semi beautiful,” he decided.

Getting paper and two pens, he hands her what she needs before they both think and create.

“I say, we write the other one now and then we compare them together,” she said after they both finished writing their first poem.

They kept on writing, letting their creative stream lead them where they went with their poem. Y/n noticed, how every 2 seconds, Eli would look up at her and watch her for a moment before continuing writing.

“Can you please stop looking at me?” She asked, feeling small under his gaze.

He was still writing, so when he heard her talk he quickly looked up. “Sorry, what?” He asked, still half immersed in his lines and verses. Not expecting her to voice anything while concentrating.

“I don’t like when people look at me when I write, so could you please stop that?” She asked him.

She didn’t want to be rude, but she felt uncomfortable when she knew someone was watching her while she was willing to write about something personal. It was a nagging feeling she couldn’t shake off. Some distaste she imagined reflecting in their eyes, disgust of her mind. Some sort of making fun of her while writing. She felt insecure with the knowing of eyes watching her, afraid she might fail in front of them.

“Can’t do,” he said, deciding to just shoot his shot. Now or never, right?

“Why not?” She asked, putting her pen down on her paper and looking at him.

“I have to focus on my subject while writing.”

[the-fiction-witch]

In The Eyrie P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Sharra Arynn (OC - Dark Hair / Plus Sized / Pale Skin) Rating - Sweet Word Count - 1261

Plus size OC described as 'Chubby' not meant in a derogatory way

Part One

As the guard led him out of the throne room and through the halls, Jace felt himself with mixed emotions at what was to come. When they reached the door to his betrothed, he was given a look by the guard. A silent warning to be on his best behaviour. The door was opened and Jacaerys moved inside the door slamming shut behind him, he found the chamber to be very beautiful, the grey Vale stone with curtains of blue and white, many windows and sweet stains and silks, furniture of dark wood and blue fabric, two balconies one to the courtyard and he thought of the woman who he had seen looking down at him, to think that may have been her and another balcony to the outside of the castle. He looked around and saw no one but he heard singing like a sweet songbird from the open balcony door. Jacaery’s eyes were drawn to the balcony he stepped out curious about the sight he might see.

The sight in front of him was not a surprise but the voice and melody were one he could not resist, he was stunned. He saw the grey stone balcony that overlooked the Vales rolling hills, birds came to a birdhouse built into the balcony walls, birds settling in before the storm took hold, and on the balcony stood a woman. She looked his age, with long dark brown hair, pale skin, and a beautiful gown of blue velvet and silver embroidery, She had a voice like an angel, but immediately he noticed she was chubby, she had wide hips, broad shoulders but she had freckles she wasn't a Westeros standard of beautiful by any means.

Jacaerys knew in the moment that this was his betrothed. After a long stare, he felt a knot fill his stomach at her curves. She was chubby, he didn’t know how to feel about this, it wasn’t like terrible but mildly disappointing to him, but he felt bad immediately for thinking that, she was still a beauty in that as well. She possessed a charm and a comfort that he had never seen before. As he stared at her, his eyes wandered over her form, from head to toe. She was not what he pictured as his wife but she was a welcome change of pace from the typical beauty of the realm. He took a deep breath and tried to settle the nerves in his stomach as he finally spoke. He didn't want to appear rude or disrespectful to his betrothed, there could be a chance that their romance could bloom. He took a step forward to the woman.

"My Lady." Jace bowed his head formally, He tried his best to ignore it and appear respectful.

She gasped as he spoke as she hadn't heard him arrive, "My prince," she bowed her head as she kissed the head of a baby bird before helping it into the birdhouse and closing the small doors, she turned to him her hands Infront of her stomach picking at her nails as she can barely met eyes with him,

Jace would chuckle gently to himself at the sight before him. The way she took care of the birds and how she fiddled with her fingers. It reminded him of his mother in a way, she had a delicate manner about her. He had not expected this girl to be his wife, but she had captured his attention. The way she looked at him was what caught him most. "You care deeply for those birds don't you?"

"I do, I have watched over them in my room now for six generations. I make sure to take them in before each storm," she answered "I'm - forgive me but... Please do not feel you need to make small talk with me,” she said which stopped him a moment, “I understand that the meer sight of me is likely enough for you to make your decision please do not feel you need to be polite to me. You may just go,"

Jacaery’s heart skipped a beat at the words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she really allowing him to back out if this arrangement made him uncomfortable? That moment was all it took for him to understand what kind of person she was. A kind, sweet, generous woman who was undeserving of anything but the best. At that moment, Jace knew he had to try and make this one work. "I won't be leaving, my Lady."

"why ever not?"

Jace's smile grew upon his face as he looked her in the eyes. "Because just from what you have shown me, I can already see that you are more than what I ever could have hoped for in a wife. I have never had the opportunity to choose my bride, and you were not in my mind as what I sought after, but you seem to be exactly what I need."

"Please... Do not toy and tease me Prince Jacaerys"

Jacaerys paused at her words. She seemed very guarded and he thought he could fix that. He took a few steps toward her, she had a beauty about her that was much more than looks. "I do not toy or tease, my lady. You have captured my eye, my heart, and my interest. I have no desire to joke in this matter."

she stepped back widening the space between them "I offer this to you now. You may go. Now. And I will think no ill of you, you have my permission to go, to leave, and I will not argue with you. Please go. I could not bear another jest..."

The Prince's smile faded as he saw the terror in her eyes. She truly believed that she was unlovable, he could see it in her eyes like she was damaged from previous rejections. He could see a part of himself in her. A part that hurt, felt unwanted, unloved by the realm and even his own blood had called him a bastard, and he felt somewhat unwanted becuase of it. "I do not joke in this, nor do I wish to mock you as some cruel jape. I came here and I saw you, the sight before me was all I needed to see. A beauty that makes everything appear dim by comparison." he explained, "I came here to wed you and I'll be damned if I leave without you by my side as my wife. Let the world mock and laugh at us, but I would rather have someone sweet, and kind, that I can love by my side instead of one who fits their mould of beauty with no way of kindness of conversation. I see a beauty and a strength in you that others may not. I would marry you tomorrow if I could. But I beg of you, give me a chance."

she nodded and after a moment offered her arm to lead them both inside

Jace was stunned when she accepted, taking her arm as he followed her inside. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, she had offered him the chance he had been looking for his entire life. She wasn't beautiful by Westerosi's standards but that didn't matter, she was beautiful to him. He glanced at her as he walked beside her, noticing her hands once more. They were soft, feminine, and full of beauty. Once inside, he couldn't help but notice the smell of the chamber itself and how it mixed with her sweet perfume. Everything about her was perfect.

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Unnie's Guiding Light

Synopsis: You don't have a formal leadership position as a member of BEBE on "Street Woman Fighter," but your relationship with Bada makes you a vital source of encouragement for the group. Your emotional support and nurturing demeanour support Bada's style of leadership, encouraging BEBE's unity in order to face the obstacles of the competition.

On "Street Woman Fighter," the pressure grows as you and Bada go further. Considering of the serious rivalry, every little thing counts. As part of BEBE, you're known as the eldest by just a year, but the weight of that age difference sometimes feels much greater.

As you are all together with the rest of the crew watching video of your groups' performances and the other groups critiques, you overhear some comments that strike a chord.

From LADYBOUNCE, Nob said: "If she's the oldest, why isn't she the leader? It doesn't make sense."

Lia Kim from 1 MILLION: "Leadership should come with experience and maturity, and she's older. It's confusing."

You can feel your crewmates' attention focused on you as a result of these comments hanging in the air. Bada gives you a knowing glance as she softly offers her support.

The truth is, you've always felt a bit hesitant about taking on the role of leader. Not because you doubt your skills, but because you've seen how Bada manages the responsibilities.  She is cautious, diligent, and utterly devoted. She frequently prioritises the needs of the group over her own, working to make BEBE better with each practise.

You, on the other hand, are more nurturing and empathic, providing emotional support when required. You've always admired Bada's dedication to her skill and her determination to lead, but you've also recognized the unique strengths you bring to the group.

You find yourself taking on the role of BEBE's emotional anchor as the competition heats up. As the group's leader, Bada frequently carries the burden of their expectations, and you are there to provide her support and assurance when she begins to have second thoughts.

After a particularly rigorous practise for the mega crew mission one day, Bada begins to cry. She senses the pressure building and starts to doubt her leadership skills. You had to sit on the side as cameras were recording and you didn't want to be seen in it,when they were done you rushed and wrapped your arms around her and hold her close, offering words of encouragement.

You whisper, "You're doing a wonderful job, Bada. "You've guided us so far, and your commitment is obvious. We all believe in you, and we're here to support you every step of the way."

Bada wipes her tears away and smiles in appreciation. "Thank you, unnie. Without you, I don't know what I would do."

After a few days, Bada and you sat in the practise room together as the other BEBE members went to work on their individual part of the choreography for the forthcoming performance. In the midst of the routine chaos, there came a quiet moment.

Bada turned to face you, her eyes glowing with affection. "You know, Y/n, I appreciate everything you do for the girls. You're like their guardian angel."

You gently laughed. "Well, I can't help it. They're like my little sisters. Besides, it's the least I can do to support you as the leader."

Your fingers and Bada's hand gradually entwined as she made her way to yours. "You're amazing, you know that?"

On your cheeks, a blush crept. "Don't say that. I'm just doing what any good unnie would do."

Bada leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "But you're not just any unnie. You're my everything."

Your heart skipped a beat as Bada's words sank in. Since you two had been dating in secret for some time, moments like this made it even more meaningful. You leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Just then, Sowoen bursts into the room, and you quickly pulled away, trying to act casual.

"Unnie! Look, I finally got this move right!" The excited member exclaimed, oblivious to the intimate moment she had interrupted.

Bada laughed, her fingers still entwined with yours behind your back. "That's amazing! Sowoen, keep it up."

You and Bada exchanged knowing looks as you couldn't help but smile in spite of the interruption. Whether you were secretly dating or not, times like these were worth it.

As the competition progresses, you often find yourself offering words of encouragement to Bada and the other members. You've become the group's emotional pillar, providing much-needed support during the tough moments.

One evening, when you're all relaxing, Bada comes over to you and smiles in appreciation.

"Y/N unnie, I can't thank you enough for always being there for us," Bada says with sincerity. "You may not be the official leader, but you're the heart and soul of this team."

You chuckle softly, touched by her words. "Bada, we all have our roles to play, and I'm just happy to be a part of this incredible journey with you."

The competition gets more intense as the days turn into weeks. Even though you don't wear the title of leader in BEBE as the oldest member, your contributions are crucial. Your constant support, emotional fortitude, and distinct viewpoint balance the team and support Bada's leadership.

Undoubtedly, you play a key part in BEBE as the Unnie. Your relationship with the members goes beyond merely teaching them how to dance; it also involves providing them emotional support and direction when they're in need.

During the competition, you often find yourself in the role of the dependable older sister, offering encouragement and a listening ear to your fellow members.

Minah sits down next to you one evening after a tough practise session, looking worn out and discouraged.

Minah: "Y/N, I don't know if I can keep up with this," she says with a sigh. It's very difficult."

You put an arm around her shoulders, offering a comforting embrace. "Minah, it's normal to experience overwhelm occasionally. All of us do. But remember, we're in this together, and we'll support each other."

Your words help lift Minah's spirits, and she manages a small smile. "Thanks, Unnie. I needed that."

You continue to be the group's pillar of strength as the weeks pass. When Lusher faces self-doubt before a certain part of the dance, you offer words of encouragement that improve her confidence. You assist Cheche in understanding her feelings and coming up with her own original interpretation when she is having trouble connecting with a particularly emotional part.

Your job as the trustworthy Unnie involves more than just dancing; it also includes providing support and direction so that each member can shine in her own particular way.

Everyone has the opportunity to speak privately to the camera while Street Woman Fighter is still being filmed.

Tatter says with a warm smile, "Y/N unnie is like our guiding light. She always knows how to make things better with her words."

BEBE continues to grow and develop as a family and as dancers thanks to your loyal support. Despite the fact that you don't have a formal title, BEBE's adventure on "Street Woman Fighter" is made all the more unique by your presence and advice.

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nights like this

Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble

Summary: You climb into bed with J for some snuggles.

Warnings- none, J style fluff, ages 18+

I was in the mood for this, so I wrote it. Who doesn't love a little soft J every once in a while, right?

It had been an extremely exhausting past couple of weeks for Joker. He came very close to being captured by the Batman, and he'd done everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen. So when he was certain that he was finally in the clear, he came straight home to you.

J has been asleep for hours since he's been back. He was extremely exhausted and went straight to bed after he ate. It's currently half an hour until midnight, and he'd arrived earlier in the afternoon. So he's been out for some time. You gave him time to recover, seeing how this is the first time he's properly eaten and slept in days. However strong and incredibly stubborn as the man is, his mind and his body can only take on so much before he needs a break.

You always take care of him when he comes back. Such as checking his body for injuries, making sure he gets cleaned up, preparing him something to eat, and anything else that he needed. Now of course, J never made you do these things. You do them because you want to. Because you care about him. He accepts the things you do for him, and he doesn't take advantage of your caring nature. Not that you would allow him to, which is one of the many traits he likes about you.

While J slept, you'd tidied up around the place and used a good amount of your time to relax. Doing what you would normally like to do when you have the chance. It was relaxing, and you felt much better knowing that J was home. But eventually, you began to miss him. Even though he was right in the other room, you couldn't help but start to feel lonely. After all, it had been a few weeks since you've had any form of intimacy together. And you wanted to make up for that. Taking into account that he's still sleeping, you decide to just get into bed and cuddle up next to him.

The bedroom is dark as you walk in. Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness while you tiptoe your way over to the bed. You find J widely sprawled out on his back under the covers. His soft snores indicate that he's probably in a deep state of sleep.

It had taken a long time for J to get comfortable and trusting enough to fall into a deep sleep around you. In fact, you can still recall the very first time that he did. Treasuring that moment forever in your heart, as it officially established his complete trust in you. So now when he goes to sleep he relies on you to watch over him. That is the only case in which he'll be able to get a good amount of rest. He's made it very clear that when one of you is asleep, the other is awake. Under no circumstances will he go to sleep at the same time as you. Because then no one would watch over either of you, and that would put you both in a vulnerable position.

Regardless, you have no intention on going to sleep. You only want to lay next to him, to be close and feel his warm presence. However, as a precaution, you set an alarm for thirty minutes from now on your smartphone. Just in case you happen to doze off.

You slip off your bottoms and toss them to the side. Left in your shirt and panties, you move carefully under the covers. Trying not to wake J in the process. You slide yourself in the area directly under his arm, getting as close to him as you possibly can. Luckily, your movements don't seem to disturb him one bit. He must really be out cold. Since you've made it this far, you use this opportunity to wrap your arm around his torso. That way, you can hold on to him.

After making yourself comfortable, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally. It was an effort well worth it.

You look up at J's face and simply stare at him. He had taken a shower recently, so his face is without his signature makeup. His scars are even more visible when he doesn't have all that paint covering them. You can't help but find them to be even more beautiful every time you see them. His body is warm, and he smells so good. Even after using your cleansing products does he still retain his own distinct scent somehow. You hope it'll always stay that way. Moving your hand to his chest, you can feel it steadily rising and falling with every breath he takes. You close your eyes and bask in his peaceful embrace. With every passing second, your chest swells with enormous amounts of love and adoration that you have for him.

J has never told you he loves you. But you'd like to think that somewhere inside of him he feels something close to love. And that's good enough for you.

You press your nose into him in attempt to feel him even closer. Holding him tighter and wishing your body could melt into his own. Your movements seemed to have roused him from his deep slumber. Shifting and stretching his limbs as he awakens.

He opens his eyes, blinking a few times before looking around and then down at you. "Mm, hello there."

"Hi J." You smile up at him.

"How long have I been out?" He yawns deeply at the end of his question. His voice deep and husky from sleep.

You trace your finger along his chest. "A few hours. Seven or eight, maybe. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to climb in bed with you."

"Missed me that much, huh?" J laughs. He doesn't mind that you're here with him. In fact, he likes feeling you pressed against him like this. It's been a while since he's felt you too, after all. He nudges you playfully, "don't go falling asleep on me yet, doll. I'm gonna need another hour or two."

"I won't. I only wanted to hold you for a bit. A few more minutes then I'll get up, I promise." You assure him. "Go ahead and get some more sleep. I know you need it."

J hums and closes his eyes. Moving his arm to wrap around you better, so that he can hold you more comfortably. His hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back a couple times before resting there.

You lay still in his grasp as he falls back to sleep. Head resting cozily on his chest, listening to the harmony of his breathing and the beating of his heart. Sounds you love hearing together. It's not every day you get to hear them. So you capture every bit of it that you can. Nights like these are ones you hold on to. They're where you feel at peace. The only downside is that you know that you'll have to get up eventually. That sooner or later J will get up, and eventually leave again. There will be nights where you get to lay like this, and some where you won't. As it has always been. That's what it's like loving the Joker.

But for right now, you don't want to think about eventually. You'll just bask in the warmth of this moment. Staring off into the darkness, in the safety of J's arms.

[taki-yaki]

Prompt idea based on Drizzt Do'Urden’s story, where his love interest and all his adventure buddies pass away but years later are reincarnated with their memories intact because the gods needed them to reunite with Drizzt to save the world again. So what if years later Astarion is alone (maybe Lae'zel is still alive since no one ages in the Astral Sea) but Tav and the rest reincarnate to adventure with him again. And just like Drizzt in this life Astarion and Tav have a longer life together and have a kid.

This gives me some angst vibes, but it makes for some good writing. I would see him becoming a bounty hunter of sorts after Tav passed, also in the epilogue, it seems that Withers does hint at him having the ability to just call the group whenever the world falls into danger again.

Astarion x Reincarnated Tav Headcanons

Many years have passed since your death, regrettably leaving Astarion all alone for him to travel across the realm of Faerun. Although in his years of living as an immortal vampire spawn, his past self would never be phased by such a thing, just seeing death as another way of time passing swiftly. 

Most of his former companions have passed on, except for Lae’zel who still wandered the astral plane, in which she never aged after centuries. The two sometimes meet up to talk with each other, but moments such as those are rare. 

But after everything he went through with the mind flayers, with you especially, this felt different, as if he was missing a part of his heart.

Now left all by himself to wander across the planes of Faerun, with the ring of the sun walker you gifted him all those years back, a final parting gift from you allowing him to walk in the sun once again. He even keeps a small locket wrapped around his neck, with a portrait drawn by Oskar Fevras, capturing every aspect of your face that could be contained on such a small canvas.

There are more dhampirs across the sword’s coast than before, thanks in part to the over 7000 vampire spawn who were released and went to live their lives in the Underdark, which makes it slightly easier to blend in with the locals in certain areas. Especially as a bounty hunter, travelling across the planes in search of any beast and bandits to slay, either for some quick cash or a meal. 

Although most residents from outside of the city have forgotten about the heroes who saved Baldur’s Gate and in turn the whole of Faerun from the threat netherbrain and the grand design as a whole, he’d still try to tell tales of your exploits to those at local taverns in hopes that your tale isn’t forgotten.

During these travels, he sometimes helps out with fledgling adventures, mainly in part to not become sloppy, some of these adventures are dhampirs who were raised in the Underdark, whom he gains a weird sense of kinship with.

He lectures the dhampirs about the tricks he’s learnt as a vampire spawn, encouraging them to not see their vampiric heritage as a burden, but more of a blessing in disguise.

Sometimes, whilst travelling with the young dhampirs, he ponders over what he could have had with you if you were here.

Some nights, he would reflect on that moment in the depths of palace dungeons, if rejecting the ascension ritual was the right choice. But he quickly reconsiders it after seeing others throughout his travels who were consumed by the unbridled power that pacts made with fiends from the hells had offered. Twisting what once was a desire to protect their beloved from harm into a lovesick obsession, wishing to keep them chained together for eternity for better or worse. 

Even if he had the means to become a true vampire, the gift of immortality would have been impossible to bestow upon you since your body was irrefutably damaged during your death. Despite the damage done, he would travel to his old grave in the city, leaving your favourite flowers atop his grave, in hopes that whatever remains of your soul, would find your way back to a suited resting place.

One night, after returning from a difficult hunt, he notices a letter addressed to him, written in a familiar fragile hand, simply instructing him to return to the city of Baldur’s Gate to meet in the Elf Song tavern.

Upon his arrival at Elf Song, he recognised a familiar face that he hadn’t seen in a few years, now spouting a few more wrinkles upon her face than before, Lae’zel who was seated at a lone table in the centre of the tavern.

“Tsk, took you long enough Astarion or has your travels across the lands also twisted your sense of time judging by that tail you’ve grown on the back of your head?” she teased.

Briefly reminding the vampire of his curly-haired ponytail that he decided to keep over a decade or two ago.

“Hmph, travelling across Faerun has given me more experience than ever before, all that time up in the stars has seemed to give you a new set of wrinkles since we last met, but I pull them off better than you darling” he’d quip back.

The sound of clattering bones approaching them soon interrupts their conversation. Speak to the two of the return of the dead three yet again, wishing to plunge the world into chaos once again.

“And you expect just the two of us to take all three of them.”

Even the once stubborn Lae’zel agreed with Astarion, nodding silently towards Withers.

“As I would expect, though I invest a portion of power in those who have challenged the gods long ago who are prepared for battle once more.”

His frail arm directs them towards the doors of the tavern. A sight that he hadn’t seen in years, his friends all alive and well, nearly thought that this was a simple hallucination of his mind or a case of some bad blood he drunk the night before.

A loud voice pulls him from his thoughts as a heavy hand clasps over his shoulder, “Fangs! I didn’t recognise you there for a second, gods it feels amazing to be back with the gang again.” Karlach, looking the same way she did during her tadpole adventures, with one or two fewer scars, lets out a quiet hum of approval before standing up from his chair brushing through the crowd for any sign of you.

After a few minutes of looking around in silence, everyone he knew was there, alive and well, with perhaps one or two visual differences, but no notice of you. He gets up to leave, coming up with some half-heart excuse.

Approaching his old grave in the city, flowers that were placed since he last visited now wilted. Perhaps it was wishful thinking that the crusty old skeleton could bring you back alive, staring at the stone in silence before a soft voice interrupts him.

“Excuse me.”

Probably another flower seller here to pester him, replying in a harsh tone, 

“Leave me alone, I’m not interested right now.”

Until he hears the voice speak once more in a quizzical tone “Astarion?”.

A voice he thought he had all but forgotten, turning around to see you alive in the flesh.

Even when the darkness swallowed Astarion, during your absence, you still kept his promise to find him again, as you always do. Perhaps it was the flowers that guided you back to him or your memories of him, but regardless you apologise for making him wait for so long.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds just staring at you softly, before walking towards you and embracing tightly, softly whispering “If it was for you, it was worth the wait.”

When you both embark upon your new adventure, he always sticks close to you holding your hand as tight as he can, even during the nights, holding your chest close to his ear, just to hear your heart beating in its rhythmic pattern, just to have the peace of mind that you won’t slip out of his grasp, disappearing once again. He tells you the tales of his travels and misadventures along the way, even about the current vampire and dhampir culture within some cities.

After the defeat of the dead three yet again, the gods, under Withers approval, decided to gift you and your comrades with a longer life span, partly in thanks and mostly as a just-in-case cause.

After the dust had settled, the two of you decided to purchase a home using the funds that Astarion had saved from his adventures as a bounty hunter. Enjoying the domestic lifestyle together.

One night he approaches you, sheepishly asking if you would be interested in having a third person in your relationship.

“What so like a child?”

“Only if you want to that is”

“After the tales you’ve told me of caring for the dhampirs I wouldn’t mind, even if it’s our own or another.”

He would spoil the child rotten of course, in his own way. But in the end, he’s relieved to finally find peace again with you by his side.

[bugwolfsstuff]

You don't have to be anybody you can never be. That's alright, let it out, talk to me

and after fucking ages. Here is the Asexual Connor Stoll shot ive been working on.

@thel1ghtningthief told yah I can do hurt and comfort :)

on Ao3

TW: a lot of internalized acephobia

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Connor thought the door to the Aphrodite cabin was pretty. It was a white door, with a brass knocker and pink stained glass at the top in a semi-circle. 

Connor has been standing outside of Cabin 10 for ten minutes, not because he was captured by the door’s beauty but probably because he was terrified. 

He didn't like being terrified, and he wasn't usually. Usually feeling terrified was reserved for monsters or Chris’s girlfriend Clarisse. 

But this was different. This was so, so, so different. You can kill monsters — and Clarisse but he doesn't think Chris would appreciate that — what you can’t do is kill feelings or lack thereof. 

But you can talk about it, his brain helpfully said. Which he thought was the exact kind of thinking he’d make fun of in a little kids’ tv show. He didn't like talking about his feelings. That made them too real. And even if he did talk about it with someone else, he couldn’t face them and their pity. He was a head counselor too; he didn't need pity. 

Unfortunately, he did have to face someone’s pity (or disgust, his brain helpfully added) this time. 

He took a deep breath and finally grabbed the door knocker. The metal was cold in his hands. 

He flinched, the sound of brass hitting wood was way louder than it should have been. He wanted to turn back already, maybe he could run away now and pretend he was playing ding dong ditch? 

But his feet were rooted to the ground when the door opened. 

Drew Tanaka scowled at him from the doorway. Her black hair was in curlers, and she had half drawn eyeliner on one of her eyes. She must’ve been getting ready for something before Connor interrupted her. Which hopefully meant she’d just slam the door in his face, and he could pretend this entire thing never happened. 

“What do you want, Stoll?” Drew snarled. (Oh, great she’s angry. This was a horrible idea) 

“Umm...” Connor’s mouth felt dry. Maybe he could run away? His feet were rooted to the ground. She should just slam the door in his face. 

Drew rolled her eyes. He wondered if she’d do that when he tells her. “Spit it out, Stoll! I don’t have all day! 

“Uhh, I need to talk to you about something...” he sighed, “... personal” 

Drew's expression changed and Connor’s brain screamed run. 

“Personal how?” Drew sighed, “It’s not to ask me out, is it? Cause I got a girlfrien—” 

“Am I broken?” He blurted out before clamping his hands over his mouth.  

He didn't mean to. He didn't want to say it. Saying it made it real. Oh gods. 

Drew looked genuinely caught off guard. She looked at him for what was probably a second but felt like a minute and her expression changed again; it was.... softer? He didn’t even know Drew Tanaka could be soft. 

“Broken?” Drew said. She bit her lip before she opened the door wider, “Come inside.” 

Connor hesitated. Drew raised an eyebrow; he expected her to snap at him, tell him to hurry up, but she didn't. Instead, she just held the door open. 

And against his ‘better’ judgement he went inside. 

The Aphrodite cabin was nicer than its door. It was a pale pink and white, with lots of posters of celebrities on the walls. It smelt heavily of perfume — the nice kind of flowery perfume you’d smell at funeral homes. Every bunk had different colored curtains and chests with names on them at the end of them. 

Probably filled with expensive things to steal, he thought. Though he tried to push it away, stealing from Drew was probably not a good idea. 

“Everyone out!” Drew yelled and all the Aphrodite kids left without protest. Connor tried to slip out with the crowd. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. All of his courage was shot out the window from just those two words. 

Drew grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door, “Nuh uh. Not you.” she led him to her bunk, “Sit.” 

Against his better judgment, he obeyed. There truly was no way out of this. He should be ready to deal with his entire life going down the drain. 

“Okay, so spill it, Stoll.” Drew said, crossing her arms, “why do you think your broken?” 

Connor squirmed under her gaze. All of the bad thoughts came up at once: 

This was it. Drew’s probably gonna laugh at you. Then she’ll tell everyone about how broken you are. How pathetic you really are. 

Tears pricked the corner of his eyes. He really couldn’t do it. 

But he had to. 

Connor gulped back the tears threatening to fall. He couldn’t cry, he just had to say some words and deal with the fallout.  

“I—I don’t like...” His face burned and he cringed at hearing his voice crack, “don’t like —you know— stuff.” 

Drew blinked, “You mean sex?” She didn't look disgusted or angry. Hell, she didn’t even look surprised. The corner of her mouth quirked up and—  

oh no, oh no oh no oh no, no no no no no no no no no no! She’s about to laugh! He knew this was going to happen! He never should have done this! 

Drew burst out laughing and something in Connor’s stomach curled, and his felt his eyes getting wet...and also maybe a few flowers in the cabin died — It’s an underworld Hermes kid thing, because he can’t just be a freak in one way.   

Drew was either a mind reader or he was just really easy to read because she instantly stopped laughing. 

“Sorry — You're not a freak, Connor. It’s just...” She made a face, “Thats it? Your worried about something as little as that? Your just ace, it’s not a big deal”.  

She bent down on her knees to his eye level. He could barely see her through his tears. He didn't mean to cry in front of her — he didn't mean to be such a baby. 

She looked uncomfortable, “Hey, Connor. I’m not very good with this comfort stuff, but you know it's fine, right?” She frowned, her nose scrunching up, “Right?” she repeated. 

She picked up a corner of her blanket and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. He appreciated the gesture; he just didn't have the heart to tell her false nails were scratching his cheek through the fabric. 

“But—but.” He grabbed the blanket, he didn't mean to, he just needed something to hold on to, Drew didn't seem to mind though. He whimpered, “I don’t know...Everyone else talks about sex and all that stuff but I don't want that—I don’t like all that stuff? Am I? —” 

“Don’t you dare say broken again, Stoll” Drew interrupted. 

Connor sniffled, a faint smile forming on his face, “complete and utterly damaged?” 

Drew sniggered before going back to her usual annoyed face, though he felt like it wasn’t because of the ‘no sex’ thing. "No, Con. You're not broken, you're not a perv, or a prude or anything else weird old people say. You just don’t feel sexual attraction, you’re Asexual. That’s fine.” 

He wiped his nose on the blanket. (okay, Drew’s lip curled at that one) “What about the love gods? Like your mom, or Eros?” He asked. 

Drew scoffed as if she’s heard that one before and maybe she has. If there was a name for it, then maybe he wasn't alone. “My mother is the goddess of love. Not just sexual love, all of it. And as for Eros, he’s the god of sexual love. If anything, it’s just less work for him.”  

“What about all those myths about your mom punishing people for” He struggled with the words, “...being like me?” 

Drew rolled her eyes, “Those myths are over exaggerated, and it wasn’t for being ace, it was for scorning love itself. That’s completely different. Your fine, Con”. 

Connor sniffled. She said it with such conviction he believed her. Maybe everything will be okay.  

She said it was fine, she said you are fine. You are okay. His brain rang, repeating the words over and over again and for once, he agreed with his brain. 

Drew smiled at him as if reading his mind again (or maybe he really was just easy to read), standing up, “There you go! And hey! At least you can joke about having an ace up your sleeve!” 

Connor giggled.  

It was okay. Everything is and will be okay, his brain repeated. 

Drew turned around to fix her makeup in a mirror, but she was still looking at him through the glass. 

“Plus, it's kinda hubris to think the gods care sooo much about little old you!” She called back, drawing on her other eyeliner, “What? Do you think the gods are all tuning into the Connor Show?” She laughed and the eyeliner pen shook in her hands, “I'm sure your life is a hit on Olympus”. 

Connor laughed, it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Seriously, why was he so concerned about it? It felt silly now that he was thinking about it. 

Drew turned around and put her hands on her hips. “And if anyone gives you shit about it, tell me! And me and Nyssa will deal with it.”  

He believed her, Nyssa was a Hephaestus kid and he’s seen what Drew can do during capture the flag. 

Drew glanced at a clock on a wall before pulling him up off the bed and pushing him in the direction of the door. “Right, there's my good deed for the day. Now shoo, I have a date in half an hour and I gotta get ready for my hot girlfriend!” 

Connor nodded, walking outside the cabin and into the night. Drew was definitely going on his personal do not steal from list for this, “Thanks.” He said. 

“No problem” Drew replied before shutting the door, leaving Connor to walk back to cabin 11 feeling slightly lighter. 

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Drew sighed contently and walked back to her mirror, pulling out her curlers. A bed with the curtains drawn made a noise behind her. 

She rolled her eyes and ignored it. She was more concerned about her curls. Her hair looked good not great. 

The bed made another noise. 

Drew rolled her eyes again, “You know, Piper, you're not very good at pretending to be a piece of furniture.” 

The bed sighed and the curtains pulled back. It was Piper, looking half asleep and with a very bad case of bedhead, Drew knew she was there the entire time. Charmspeak doesn't work on other charmspeakers. 

Piper sat up rubbing her eyes, “when did you get so...” She made a face, as if saying it would kill her,” .... Nice, Drew?” 

Drew scoffed, “You sound surprised.” She looked at Piper through the mirror, “How much did you hear?” She asked. 

“All of it. and I am.” 

As Drew took the last curler out of her hair, she turned to face Piper. 

“I’m not as bad as you think I am, Piper; anyone can talk to me about their sexuality, even you”. 

End.

[heavenlybey]

SPECIAL PRESENT

summary: It’s Ony's birthday, he receives a special present from a captivating performer after her mesmerizing show.

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The club is packed. The music is loud. Everyone is drinking and dancing. Ony’s eyes are observing the room while he’s sitting at the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of his business partner. He really didn’t have time for Armins lateness, he just wanted to go home after his long day. His eyes darting back and forth as the music thumped in his ears.

Ony breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted Armin across the club. He quickly made his way over to the booth, in the back of the corner of the club, where his business partner was sitting. "Finally, you're here," Onys said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I've been waiting for ages." Armin apologized profusely, but Onys was in no mood for excuses. They needed to get down to business, and fast.

As the two men were talking about their new business plan, Ony slowly stopped talking because of the lack of music and voices coming from the room, looking up he sees that everyone is captivated by the dark purple lit stage, a spotlight focused on a luxurious chair placed at the center of the stage. The air was charged with anticipation as the audience eagerly waited for the performance to begin. The sound of a seductive melody filled the space, setting the mood for what was to come.

As the music intensified, the silhouette of an alluring figure emerged from the shadows and gracefully approached the chair. Exuding confidence and sensuality with every step, she were dressed in a crystal-studded top and thong, capturing everyone's attention.

With a seductive glance towards Ony, the dancer slowly lowered herself onto the chair, her movements mesmerizing and deliberate. With each move, her outfit sparkled under the lights, creating a dazzling display that added to the magic of the performance. The spotlight intensified, illuminating her like a radiant goddess. As the music reached its peak, she started to sway her hips and lean back, letting her body follow the rhythm of the song. Her hands moved sensually across her body, accentuating every curve as she leaned forward and backward, teasing the audience with her captivating dance. The atmosphere was electric, and the crowd was completely enthralled by the dancer’s magnetic presence.

Throughout the performance, the dancer kept maintaining eye contact with Ony, making him feel like he was the only one in the room. His eyes never leaving hers, and he felt a rush of desire coursing through him. His eyes started to roam all over her body. Starting at her feet that fitted perfectly inside her high heels, her beautiful, dark long legs, your dyour big, full breasts, her beautiful long neck is the last thing he saw before coming to a halt at her beautiful big full red painted lips. ‘fuck, i need to have all that red lipstick wrapped and smeared over my dick tonight’, Ony thought to himself.

As the song progressed, her dance became more intense and intimate. She leaned into the chair, running your fingers sensually along its edges, as if it were an extension of your body.

As the song reached its climax, she stood up from the chair with a final flourish. She looks out at the crowd, her eyes glowing with satisfaction from leaving the crowd in awe. As she turns she glances one last time over her shoulder, her eyes connecting with Ony, looking up to him with a mischievous look in her eye. The room fell into silence as the last notes of the music faded away with the departing woman.

The audience was left in awe, still captivated by the spellbinding performance they had just witnessed. As the echo of the previous song lingered in the air, Armin subtly cleared his throat beside Ony. Ony turned his attention away from the now-empty stage. His expression seemed a bit flustered, mirroring the impact of the show on him as well. "That was truly incredible," he managed to say, his voice filled with admiration and amazement. As the crowd slowly began to stir, conversations buzzed with excitement about what they had just experienced. The energy in the room was palpable, and it was evident that the performance had left a lasting impression on everyone present.

"That is y/n, she is well-known around here, and her performances are highly sought after," Armin said, gesturing toward the empty stage. He retrieved a key card from his pocket and handed it to Ony, a subtle invitation in his gesture, “As a token of appreciation on your birthday, I'd like you to enjoy a private session with her. Consider it my special present to you,” Armin said to Ony.

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As the last notes of your captivating performance faded into the air, an unexpected invitation to Room A was extended to you.

Curiosity piqued, the only thing you knew were granted was that it was the guests birthday and you needed to treat him extra special. You followed the guard's lead, and you soon arrived at a door emanating an air of mystery. With a soft click, the guard unlocked the door using a key card, and it slid open, revealing a room drenched in dark red light. Your high heels echoed as you stepped inside, the door closing gently behind you.

The entire room glowed with the dark red light. At the center, a plush, velvet armchair beckoned, surrounded by opulent and sophisticated décor. As you ventured further into the room, a palpable presence made itself known. Your instincts kicked in, and you swiftly spun around, catching a glimpse of a silhouette in the corner.

"Your performance tonight was extraordinary," resonated a deep, velvety voice, sending tingles down your spine. The figure emerged from the shadows, revealing a man of striking presence. His towering frame exuded strength and allure, captivating you instantly. While you couldn't see his face clearly, his magnetic aura kept you on guard, adding to the enigmatic allure that drew you closer.

You offered a slight smile in response, hiding the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "Thank you," you replied, striving to maintain composure. "What should I call you?" you inquired, keeping the conversation flowing. He chuckled, his velvet voice carrying a hint of mischief. "You can call me Ony," he said, and the sound sent a pleasant shiver through your being.

His commanding presence demanded attention, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn to the captivating energy he exuded. Amidst the unknown, an undeniable connection seemed to grow, leaving you spellbound.

“And what can i help with,Ony” you asked. The man seemed to revel in the intrigue as he explained, "I wanted to see your performance up close." He snuffed out his blunt, displaying the tattooed artwork adorning his hand. Trying not to squirm over the way his gaze trail down your boobs as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap. Your hands roam around his upper body, wanting to feel all his hard muscles. Swaying your hips to the music, until your pussy is against his hard dick. His dick fits perfectly. His hands are slowly making his way up to run over your back to your ass, digging his thick fingers into it. Ony pulls your face back closer by the back of your neck, you can smell the whiskey mixed with the smoke.

Your eyes are heavy lidded as you look down on him, the feel of his heavy, thick dick under you has your pussy so wet! You start letting your fingers trail down your stomach to in between your legs. Ony’s jaw is tight as the muscles of thighs under you start to tense. He’s pulling your face down, closer to his mouth as he presses his mouth against yours.

You pull back, trying to calm yourself. “i thought you wanted me to dance?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop ma, keep dancing” he said with a slap on your ass before desperately kissing you again.

Suddenly you feel his fingers start to rip your skimpy bra in two, so that he can have full access to your full boobs. He’s watching your chest with heavy lidded eyes, slowly licking his lips, he watches you move with so much desire in his eyes. You start to feel his thick fingers smoothly slide your crystal studded thong to the side and sinking them into your warm, slick heat. He pushed two thick fingers deep inside you. Only a couple seconds in and the pressure between your thighs keeps on building up with every friction glide, and with every brush of Ony’s bulge against the top of your clit.

“Did i tell you to stop dancing? Cmon baby keep going” Ony said as he placed a firmly grip on your hip. He repositioned you onto one of his thighs as you kept riding his fingers. His mouth finding one of your nipples as he start teasing them, sucking on them. “oohh my g-god, yes Ony, right there”. You were so close, Ony sensed it too as he flexed his thigh underneath your clit. Digging your nails into his shoulders, you let out a silent cry as you came undone. Once he removed his fingers out of you, he bought them up to your face, smearing your lips with your wetness. “Taste yourself ma, lick em clean for me.” He roughly put them into your mouth causing you to gag a little.

As you high slowly started to settle down you realized that you were indulging into these prohibited activities, but you didn’t care anymore. It was clear you wanted him. The air between you two feels filthy and unhinged. You kissed him hard with a deep desire.

“Get on your knees.” ony demanded.

Slowly lowering yourself, feeling the hard ground touch your knees. Staring up at him with big eyes. He’s staring down at you as his biceps start flexing as his hands go to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper down. He releases himself, wrapping his big hand around his thick dick with a relieved sigh.

“open, let me ruin the rest of that pretty lipstick” Ony said as he put his dick in your face. You leaned over to him and slowly licked his tip, sliding it between your mouth and down your throat. He slowly started to thrust into your mouth. He swallowed hard. He couldn’t focus on anything beside how good your mouth feels around him and how good you looked with your mouth full of his dick and spit on your face because of how sloppy you are sucking him.

Digging your nails into his thighs als you continue bobbing your head. “f-fuck, y/n” he pants. Taking in the sight above you, the way his face scrunches in pleasure, when his head falls backwards against the velvet armchair with heavy breaths. He start grabbing your hair and starts facefucking you. You start feeling him push your face farther back with each thrust until your nose brushes against his happy trail.

“Y-Yeah just like that mama, fuck you feel so good.” ony groans. You started to gag and your eyes are starting to water right before Ony pulled away from your mouth. A trail of saliva keeping you connected before slowly dripping down your chin onto your exposed chest.

Ony picks you up while slamming his lips onto yours. Your swollen lips move across his as he lifts you up and throws you onto the bed. He rips your underwear off. The crystal studded thong in pieces somewhere on the floor. He forces your legs open to make room for him, you are spread wide open for him all to see. Both of you naked and overwhelmed with desire. You watch him, watching you as he is stroking his dick. Running his eyes over your wet pussy and fucking his fist at the sight of you spread open on the bed.

He gets onto the bed, in between your thighs. Slapping his dick on your clit to tease you. “You like this don’t you? Getting fucked by a man you don’t know. Such a filthy slut.”

“Yes” You whimpered out on the next moan as his dick keeps teasing you, sliding up and down your pussy. Lining up with the entrance of your pussy, Ony rocks forward in a quick thrust. The feeling of his thick dick inside you has you moaning so loudly. “O-ohhh my god, Ony you’re too biiiiggg”. Ony groans in approval as he keeps pounding your pussy. Tossing his head back, he bites his lip as he feels you gripping him tighter. “F-Fuck, you’re so..you’re so tight ma”. The sensation is becoming too much, he’s constantly tapping your g-spot with his tip. The feeling is so intense and overwhelming.

His eyes are low, staring at your face. Grabbing you by your jawline, your mouth instantly opening as he spits into your mouth. “That feel good mama? You like it when i put it deep into you? Y-yeah i know you do.” he rasped. “Y-Yes, F-Fuck oh my god, more onyyyy” you whined, your eyes are rolled back as he keeps pounding into you, in and out. His strokes becoming deeper as he gave you what you wanted. With his dick nestled deep inside you, his mouth licking on that sweet spot of your neck and his thumb circling your clit, everything is becoming too much. All you can feel,hear and smell is ony, his hard body full of muscles and his touch, it’s starting to feel overwhelming, your whole body filled with pleasure.

The pressure is building up in your whole body, “I think i’m gonna— ohhh my godd. Don’t stop.” you cry out. Ony start rubbing your clit faster, sensing your release as he was also close. You start feeling an overwhelming, intense rush of frenzy throughout your whole body. The both of you were a moaning mess. “S-shit ma, feels h-hah, feels so good. Cum for me.” Ony groaned out, his voice filled with desperation. You arched your back, your sensitive nipples grazing against his chest.

Heavy waves of pleasure starts going through your whole body, toes starting to curl as you came. The force of your orgasm so powerful throughout your whole body. Ony body started to tense up, his whole body going rigid as he exploded into his orgasm. He closed his eyes as the sensation courses through his whole body, groaning so loudly and shamelessly into your ear. Thick, warm strands of cum pulsing all over your clit, slowly making its way down to your entrance. His sweaty face pressed against the crook of your neck, as you both are still panting from the intense orgasm.

“Happy birthday, Ony” you said with a lazy smile.

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Let me help you

Pairings : Eren Jäger x reader

Tags : +18 only, Roommates AU, aged-up characters, voyeurism, sex toys, masturbation, dirty dancing, dirty talking, shamless smut where Eren makes reader sit on his dick.

Summary:  Coming into your room, Eren wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a scene. You were standing in front of your mirror dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy dark red underwear that left little to the imagination, languorously swaying and feeling yourself up.

A/N: I’m still not comfortable in writing full length smuts, this is a first attempt.

Please let me know if you liked it, I kind of have mixed feelings about it.

Part two

Tell me I’m not the only one who wants to have him like this, EVERY DAY.

Coming into your room, Eren wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a scene. The finals were approaching and he needed your notes. He knocked on your room’s door and called your name for a couple of minutes. Thinking you were studying while having your air pods on he decided to come in. to his surprise you were doing something else. Something he never thought he’d witness, not in real life at least.

You were standing in front of your mirror dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy dark red underwear that left little to the imagination, languorously swaying and feeling yourself up.

The sight of you moving your hips slowly and your hands running across your body made his brain go blank. He didn’t know how to react if he should leave or stay. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if this is real. Forgetting why he was here in the first place, he leaned against the wall watching your small hands squeezing your breasts.

You continued dancing as your thumb rub your bud against the fabric of your bra. The friction made your red tainted lips part and release a sweet erotic sound. Unable to move or look away, Eren let himself slide against the wall and sit on the floor. He folded one leg and brought the other against his chest as his eyes continued watching you.

The thin fabric of your panties hugged the swell of your ass perfectly and was making him rock hard. He was enjoying the show you were putting on for him.

You and Eren were roommates for almost a year now. Even though he refuses to admit it to his friends, you caught his eye the moment you walked into his apartment.

Watching you slide your panties down your legs, he found himself wondering what song you were listening to and who were thinking of. “Lucky bastard”. He grunts shifting to make himself more comfortable.

You parted your legs after you sat on the edge of the bed facing the mirror. You gave him a full view of your soaking intimacy. His eyes were following the movement of your fingers as they teased your clit. Drawing slow circles, you let low moans skip from you. they would move up once in a while watching your tongue wet your lips and teeth sink into the plush of your lower lip when it gets too intense.

He felt jealous, he wished it was his fingers playing with your needy core. His teeth capture your red puffy lips and his mouth sucks on them. he wished it was him you were thinking of.

Feeling the spam of your orgasm approaching slowly you squeezed your already closed eyes and let your head fall back. He was so mesmerized he didn’t realize you denied your orgasm. Feeling irritated you prevented him from such a blissful sight, he shifted once again trying to relieve some of the tension in his khaki shorts. The heavy groan that came out of you made him go wild.

He continued watching you giving him an answer to one of the numerous questions that haunted him for months while palming himself. He tried to imagine how would you look like bending while naked. He drank on the sight the second you reached for the dower next to your bed.

He tried to get a glimpse of what you fished out of the drawer but failed. He continued to lazily stroke his painful shaft as you parted your legs wider this time. You took your bra off letting it fall to your feet before you sat something on the floor.

Eren almost choke when he finally saw the large dildo you placed under you. in trance, he watched you going down taking in the sex toy slowly. The moans you released while watching yourself sliding the sex toy inch after inch inside your pussy made the pressure between his legs unbearable. It was stupid of him, to assume that touching himself while watching you getting off was enough.

It was somehow manageable at first but hearing you moaning his name as you moved your hips up and down, fucked out his mind. He had to do something, he had to have you in every possible way and he had to do it now. In one swift move, he discarded his shorts before walking towards you. you were about to slip the dildo back inside you when he gripped your hips, immobilizing you. you opened your eyes blinking in surprise.

He took off one of your air pods. “Why stuff yourself with this shit when you can have the real thing". He murmured in a husky voice. Tilting your head, you were met with dark eyes and a wicked smirk. “I can take care of you sweet thing”. One of his hands rested against your inner thigh waiting for your consent.

Your eyes gagged the moment they landed on his thick crotch. You gulped before bringing your eyes up. he moved your leg and inserted two fingers inside you. you continued watching him pleasuring you unable to block your moans and whimpers. "Do you want it?" He spoke against your ear. You tried to answer, you tried to come up with a reply but nothing came out of your mouth. Nothing but needy cries and whines. "You think you can take it?" You nodded. "Then place it inside of you". He released your thighs and watched you going down. “Good girl”. He groaned feeling your warm walls hugging him tightly. “So good for me”. he followed eyes fixated on the mirror. “So fucking good and tight”. he nipped at the skin of your neck. “How you about you cum on my cock? You think you can do it?” A wide smirk spread across his face when you nodded. “Show me”. He whispered after pulling you for a ferocious kiss.