#all the thig we could had

[pollyna]

The could have done the funniest thing ever with Future!Lucy Preston, or even the saddest one, making her hug Flynn in front of everybody (or kiss him) but nope, nope.

[foulphantomllama]

A really quick one here. I was bored while looking at my phone and when I saw this picture of Taeyeon, I decided to write down some things. Enjoy!

Taeyeon x Male Reader

A Good Morning

She was sleeping like an angel. Despite the fact that she was nearly 13 years older than me, she was looking younger. Even younger than me when I cut off my beard. It was a very long night for both of us. She was so tired that she just fell asleep.

She was sleeping half naked. She has her panties on but no bra. Laying on her face, her bare back was looking so sexy. And let’s not forget her side boob from my angle. I couldn’t resist anymore. I hold one of her ass cheeks and start rubbing it. I was massaging her while she was sleeping. And she was slowly waking up. She was saying something but it was so unaudible. I took her panties off so I could rub her pussy. I put my fingers into her pussy and started finger fucking her. This time she was fully awakened. She was trying to hold my hand as she moans. I grabbed her hand and put her middle finger inside my mouth her pussy was getting wet. I stooped finger fucking her and make her turn on her back. I lay down beside her. Good morning she said to me, while grabbing my cock. Over my underwear. She put her hand inside my underwear and get a good grip. My cock was rock hard. We were dating for nearly three months and this was literally the first time I was this hard.

She told me to take off my underwear. I do as my mommy commands. Everytime. She leaned on my cock and kissed the tip of it. She gave it a good lick from its head to my balls. Then she got all of it in her mouth. She started sucking my cock while looking at me right in the eyes. As her head down and up with my cock in my mouth, I hold her head and started to fondle her hair. She likes this very much. My cock was all wet with her saliva. She put my cock out from her mouth and started stroking it with her gentle hands. I hold her boobs with my hands, rubbing them hard. They were too soft. She asked if I wanted to cum on her boobs. She did not waited for my answer. She hold my cock and spit on it. And put it between her boobs. Squeezing her boobs while my cock were between them. She gave me the best titjob I’ve ever had. I cum on her boobs she cleaned herself and came back to bed. She sat on top off me and started rubbing her pussy to my cock, so that I can get hard again. Her gaze was giving me a boner everytime so I did not take a lot of time for me to get another booner.

She put my cock inside her and started riding me. I was in shock because we put no condom on for the first time in our relationship. “No condoms?” I asked. “No condoms.” She replied as she was jumping on top of my cock. It was impossible not to cum early while she rides me. I was able to keep my cool and do not embarass myself. She was only getting faster. “I’m going to cum” she said while her voice cracking. She stopped and and came all over me. And she slumped down on me. “Are you still hard?” she asked me while she put her head on my chest. My cock was still touching her thigs of course she knew I’m still hard.

Taeyeon got up and lay beside me. She was on her back. I get in between her legs. She wrapped her legs around me. After I put my cock in, she was already moaning and telling me to cum inside her. I hold her waist while hammering her pussy. I was so close to get off all my cum inside her pussy. She was biting her lips and rubbing her tits while maintaining the eye contact with me. Then I cum inside her.

I laid beside her after I finish. She hugged me from the side, put her head on my chest. We both needed a shower because we were just soaking wet from sweat. She went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I followed her and joined her inside the shower. But that is a story for another time..

[alottiegoingon]

the last night

shauna shipman x fem!reader

summary: shauna comes back after 19 months in the wilderness

warnings: shauna and r had a situationship, very suggestive content but nothing explicit, wilderness time, mentions of mental illness (depression, anxiety), r cheating on her actual gf, manipulative shauna (?), angst but happy ending, not proofread

"i can't believe you're leaving me," you complain in a purposely whiny tone, your voice ringing in shauna's ears as you sit across from each other on the bed. she grips her familiar journal while you help her go through her checklist of essential items.

"i'm not leaving you. It's only a week," she murmurs, her head bowed over her journal, but her eyes lift to catch yours. a playful smile dances on her lips, secretly entertained by your antics.

shauna played as the midfielder for the yellowjackets, a girls' soccer team. their recent victory had secured them a spot in the nationals in seattle, and it was all she could talk about.

you were genuinely excited for her, but the thought of spending so much time apart made you anxious. it wasn’t a full week, technically, but you couldn’t help worrying about shauna meeting someone much cooler in a much cooler place.

"remember the last time?" shauna reminisces about her trip to denver five years ago, also for soccer. you were just middle schoolers then, and you were forced to make new friends while she was gone for days. "you found new friends," her voice crackled slightly.

"so we are friends now?" you say, your voice constricting. shauna doesn't look up but you hear her snort, contrasting with her muscles tensing up. the silence settles in and you don't wait any longer to fill it, not wanting to make things any weirder than they already were.

"anyway. it's just not the same now," shauna understood your words perfectly well, especially considering the kind of friendship you had. still, she questioned.

"why's that?" she inquires, her hands absently rubbing the pen against her journal as she finishes her list.

"you know why," three words of yours were responsible for the abrupt stop of her writing. shauna places the journal and pen aside, focusing on you.

"because no one is as cool as me?" she quips, a self-satisfied grin spreading across her lips.

"that's debatable," you retort, feigning skepticism as you mock her with a playful expression.

"you hurt my feelings like that," her false frown deepens as she leans in.

her hands move surreptitiously toward your legs, eventually landing in a gentle and not so innocent touch on your knees. inch by inch, she traces your skin with her fingertips until her full hands were on your thigs and crawling up to your waist.

"i'm so sorry," you try to keep yourself unbothered by her touch but she's smarter. her nose strokes your cheek, stopping to give your upper lip a messy kiss, and she kisses her way town to your neck.

brushing your hair out of the way along with the heart necklace, her teeth gently grazes on your skin.

"nuh-uh. this won't do," her hot breath into your skin makes you shiver. "i have a better idea."

𖠋

everyone remembers where they are when an upsetting event happens. the death of a celebrity, a natural disaster, a medical trauma. you remember, clear as water, where you were when you read the newspaper. walking back home.

it was all over the news. flight 2525, the private plane that lottie matthews' dad had chartered, had disappeared. the plane shauna was in. making everything worse, the news would often use the word 'crash' instead and you couldn't bare the idea.

soon enough, it hit you that the night before her trip was the last time you would ever see her again. the only thing more unbearable than that was the uncertainty; not knowing if shauna was still out there.

after a month of silence, you thought you had your answer.

people don't move on from things like that, not completely. especially if their best friend was envolved. spending your days in bed, skipping meals and not going to class became part of your new routine. you lost track of whether it was day or night, whether the sun was shining or not. your mind was consumed by her.

moving on or not, life goes on and the world doesn't slow down for anyone. after six months, normalcy had returned for most. apart from the parents and a handful of students, the yellowjackets had faded from people's memories, just like their plane. this pissed you off. you barely had time to grieve as the rest of the world rushed forward.

forcing yourself to merely exist, not truly live, you returned to class. like a ghost, you attracted curious glances and avoided them like the plague. after graduation, college was the next step.

a year later, shauna’s parents asked if you wanted anything from her room. something special, or perhaps just to visit. you were certain it wasn’t a good idea, but you went anyway. under her pillow, you found an envelope from brown university—the same school you were attending, the place you and shauna had planned to go together.

that was all it took to break you down into a sobbing mess on her bed.

𖠋

things got better. not perfect, not the way they used to be, but better. you weren't alone anymore but always had to push away the idea of losing all of your friends at once, one in special. luckily or not, college kept you busy.

"have you finished tomorrow's essay? It's so boring I might just drop the class," your girlfriend says, dropping a pile of old books on the cafeteria table and sitting across from you.

"i have dark circles under my eyes, what do you think?" you groan, lifting your head. she leans over the table to kiss your forehead.

"i think you still look pretty, baby."

"thanks, but I'm not letting you copy my work."

"worth the shot," she chuckles, placing two cups of coffee on the table, sliding one towards you.

your plan was to finish that damn essay and be completely free. the cafeteria was buzzing with students, but at least they were minding their own business. that's what you get for studying in a campus cafeteria.

"did you hear what happened to them? i'm so glad they're alive. It must have been so tough," her sudden comment startles you, taking a moment to register.

you swallow a lump in your throat as you glance over your shoulder at the TV, where crowds of people are watching the news: 'yellowjackets rescued'.

"holy shit," you whisper, the shock setting in as you realize you hadn't revealed not only your awareness of their situation but also your complex connection with one of them.

𖠋

a week after shauna got back, her parents had called you your stomach was turning upside down and your anxiety levels were through the roof. you couldn't manage to put your feelings into words.

you knocked on her bedroom door, too anxious to wait, just to announce yourself. for the first time in almost two years, shauna stood before you. she bore a few scars, nothing too severe; her hair had grown longer, losing its waves; her eyes seemed somehow larger, fixed on you as if she had just saw something extraodrinary.

she leapt from the bed, a cautious gaze scanning you, before rushing toward you and embracing you tightly.

her arms wrapped around your shoulders, her fingers digging into your clothes so intensely it almost hurt. you reciprocated, holding her waist tightly to keep her close, unsure when the tears started flowing, but you feeling your shoulders becoming wet.

"hi," she whisper between tears, her voice crackling.

"hi," you echo her. "i thought i would never see you again."

"i know," she sniffs, clinging to you. the last thing she murmurs for the long time you two spent hugging.

shauna was back, but she was much quieter, easily irritated, and frightened by everything. she had every right to feel that way, but you were worried. no one was allowed inches close to her journal and you respected that, encouraging her to write about her feelings.

your finals didn't matter anymore; nothing else did. for the next few weeks, you were constantly by her side. even waiting outside the bathroom door like a loyal dog.

however, you weren't the same as before. you weren't as touchy or intimate, especially after shauna discovered you were dating someone else. she became distant and strange, pushing you away and ignoring your calls.

"hey, I bought you a new book. It's from that author you used to like before..." you stop yourself mid-sentence. "you know."

forcing a smile, you place the book on her desk. her vacant eyes meet yours, but she remains still, lying in bed staring at the ceiling.

"is everything okay?" you ask hesitantly, walking towards her and offering your hand.

the silence lingers but she accepts your hand and joins you.

"shauna?" you say. as soon as she's on her feet, she drops your hand quickly.

"everything is fine," she says sharply.

"right... it's just that you've been acting weird lately," you explain, trying not to upset her.

"in case you didn't know, I was trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere for almost two years," she snaps, her body stiffening.

"yes, i know," you say, inhaling deeply. "but I—"

"don't you have to go back to your girlfriend anyway?" she interrupts, glancing at the door and then back at you. she clearly wanted you out.

"no, I don't," you reply, frowning. "is she why you're acting like an idiot?"

she snorts, taking a step forward, her eyes narrowing.

"It's funny how I'm the idiot when you've replaced me with someone else so quickly," you would feel bad thanks to the pain in her voice if it weren't for her absurd words.

"replace you?" you scoff. "she's my girlfriend, shauna."

"and what was I?"

"you were my friend! we were friends."

her face shuts down completely, lips parting as if ready to shout something, but she stops herself. you weren't sure if you agreed with your own words, but it’s too late now.

"i thought you were dead," you say, taking a deep breath to keep your voice steady. shauna, however, seems perfectly fine with letting her voice rise.

"you sure did," she says, shaking her head slightly.

"well, you left me."

"not because I wanted to, you fucking idiot!" she snarls, suddenly pressing her forearm against your collarbones and pushing you backwards. you gasp in surprise as your back hits the cold wall.

"shauna! what are you doing?" you try to push her away, but she’s stronger than you remember and hold you in place.

"do you ever think of me when you kiss her?" she whispers, ignoring your question. her breath is ragged, her chest heaving. she tilts her head slightly, studying your face. then she leans closer, her lips just brushing against yours.

you can hardly make sense of her words, stunned by her sudden change in behavior. your mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out.

"answer me," she growls, pressing her arm harder against you. her jaw clenches, making you yelp, and you immediately whisper a faint 'yes.'

she smirks, crashing her lips into yours. though you hesitated for a moment, you quickly recovered, syncing your movements with her rough rhythm. when you try to pull her closer by the hips, she lets go of your chest, grasping your wrists and pinning them along with you.

the urgent kiss didn't last much longer as she trailed her way down to your jawline with small bites and feral kisses, eventually reaching your neck. in her preferred area, you cry out her name when she sinks her teeth into your skin, drawing blood.

when did she got so into biting?

[whoreburslut]

Kinktober: Day 4

•thigh riding & sex pollen

gender neutral reader

sorry it’s a day late i was very eepy

i might be a day behind for a few days but i’ll catch back up

at the store you are walking in the flower section, looking for a nice decoration for your living room. you are just browsing as you feel yourself being drawn in by this one plant, a nice singular flower stood straight up and perfectly in bloom. this would compliment your living room perfectly you thought.

driving home with the flower safely fastened in with the seatbelt so it doesn’t topple over, it seems like the whole car is is filled with it’s sweet aroma. arriving home you start to feel hazy as you get out of the car and take the plant up to you and wils apartment.

setting it on the counter in the kitchen, you feel flushed as you use the counter to steady yourself. you start to feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, wondering why this strong wave of lust has hit you as there had been nothing that could have provoked it.

wilbur enters the kitchen after not hearing you move after coming in, he’s immediately hit with the strong stench of the flower. you could smell wil before you could hear him, the musky sent of his cologne driving your pheromones wild. the aching sensation between your legs, only growing when he speaks.

“are you ok?” the concerned voice of your friend asks, the plant’s aphrodisiac nature is now in full force for you. now wanting to throw yourself at your long time best friend, he looks like walking sex just stood there. it takes all of your strength to push past him and go to the living room.

wilbur walks over to the flower and smells it, overpowering sent hurts his nose. he quickly hurries to the living room to check on you again, your standing in the middle of the room coat discarded and fanning yourself with your hands quickly. wil comes over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, and that simple touch makes you moan, you realise this and you snap you spin around and push him down on to the couch.

“what the fuck?” he gasps unaware of your state, “please wil i need you so bad” you say in a whiny voice moving closer too him, you lean in and start moving your lips closer to connect them with his. he puts a hand on your chest slowly loving you away, “we really shouldn’t do this” he says reluctantly as his eyes start to slowly darken.

you move your arms sensually up your sides to take your top off and discard it on the floor, your nipples harden at the cool air contrasting with your hot body. you kick of your shoes and go over and nestle in his lap, his hand come up to rest on your hips as an automatic response, this sends your hips jerking forward as the slightest bit of contact has you feeling euphoric.

“fuck it” wilbur practically moans as you realise that he is fully hard underneath you, he moves his legs wider so you have to move one of yours in between his two to stay comfortable. you realise that you are now hovering above one of his thighs, he pulls you down on to it and starts guiding your hips to grind on his thigh.

thanking your self for wearing jeans today as they are giving you the friction you so desperately desire, wil takes his hands off your hips and taps you twice on the thigh signifying you to stop. “stand up for me babe” he whispers you neerly came at the intimate pet name, knowing you longed for nothing more than to be more than friends.

he puts his hands to your jeans to unzip them, and toughing them down your legs roughly. his hands merely brush your bare thighs and you moan again, ripping your underwear down your legs as well they both get tossed to the side in quick succession. he grips your hips harshly being pulled back, down on to the same thigh he grunts in your year “if my bitch is so needy, they can get off on my thigh all on their own”.

wilbur moves his hands to rest behind his head, no longer touching your body. you whimper loudly at the loss of contact but you waste no time grinding on his thigh to get yourself off, the roughness of his jeans doing wonders for your lust. your knee accidentally brushes against wilburs growing erection, he moans in surprise his hands fly to your hips again helping you gain more friction, as he can feel your movements becoming sloppy with fatigue.

he brings one of his hands down in between you both to help you get off, you are letting all of your moans out not caring how loud you are being as you two live alone. wilbur kisses the pulse of your neck and that sends you over the edge, cuming on his jeans making his whole thigh soaked with your juices. you look down between you both to see the crotch of his pants also damp to where he came in his pants at the sight of his best friend using him.

you slump in to his chest shaking, the flower having made you ten times more sensitive due to how horny you were. you feel yourself being lifted bridal style, you are transported in to a room that is not your own, but as you are placed on the bed it smells like him. you curl in to a ball burying your face deep to inhale him, you feel the bed dip behind you then an arm drape over you. you shuffle back a bit and your back is touching his chest and you feel at home, in his bed spooning.

he’s stroking you hair as your on the edge of sleep and you hear him say “i really hope this doesn’t mean we’re just friends anymore” as he believes your already asleep, he kisses the back of your head and pulls you in tighter.

this happens a few more times to the both of you, before you and wilbur realise it is the flower that is causing the issue.

and maybe you don’t even get rid of it…

[mingyusluvr]

already over | csc

“I like my bed but it likes you too...”

MDNI !!

Plot (barely): In which Seungcheol and Younghee have been on-again-off-again for years but it's time to break the cycle.

non-idol!au, fwb/situationship

Genre: Smut. Some fluff if you squint (If you know me irl look awayyyyyy I beg.)

Approx. 1.0k words.

Inspired by “Already Over” by Sabrina Carpenter — v clear references to it.

“If you don't want this, tell me to stop.”

Younghee let out a sigh, letting her eyes flutter shut. Instinctively leaning into his touch at the side of her face while his lips trailed down her neck. “You know I can't do that.” 

This was their cycle. Seungcheol and Younghee had been doing this back and forth for years. They both knew they were better off as friends, they never worked as a couple for more than a couple of months, going no-contact for months after that. But all it took for them to reunite was a simple call from either party. When one of them said 'jump,' the other asked, 'how high?'

They'd sit across from each other like they were right now, talking for hours on end about how they shouldn't talk for hours on end.

“We're–—,” Younghee would start and Seungcheol would finish for her, “better off as friends. Yeah, I know.” Then he'd lean in, his lips barely touching hers, giving her an out. Time to pull away, but she never did. Effortlessly, he could make her fall where she stood in a way no one else could. His lips were familiar yet they still managed to light up a new unknown part of her soul every time they collided.  Even just separating for air elicited little whimpers filled with yearning from the both of them. Clothes were quickly removed. Shirts, pants, underwear, all scattered along the floor as a familiar heat began to pool in their nether regions. Seungcheol leaned over Younghee, his hands on either side of her head, holding him up while his silver chain dangled in her face. Her hands touched everywhere they could reach, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When one of her hands wrapped around his cock, Seungcheol couldn't help but let out a low grunt, “Fuck.” She gave him a few agonisingly slow strokes before focusing the pad of her thumb on the tip, already leaking pre-cum. 

Seungcheol’s lips were on her neck sucking on every tender spot he knew so well, fingers rubbing against her folds. Younghee let out a gasp as his first finger entered her. And then a second. And then a third. Sliding in with ease. “Fuck. All this for me?”

“Don't act so surprised.”

They could easily get each other off like this, and had it not been months since they'd last seen each other, neither party would mind that as a first round. But not now. Not when they needed each other so desperately. 

Seungcheol held her gaze as he aligned himself with her entrance. He loved to tease a little before he gave it to her. Tapping his hard dick against her sensitive clit. Her eyes were one of his favourite parts about her. Big round eyes. So expressive. They conveyed her desire in a way that words never could.  “You're killing me here.”

“Patience, baby. We have all night. Literally.”

“You know I've never been pat—” She was cut off by the sound of her own squealing and he thrust into her without warning. Her walls were so exquisitely suffocating, they coaxed a low moan out of him with almost every thrust. Looking down at her was almost the cause of his demise. He'd always thought she was most beautiful like this: Her eyes rolled back and her mouth ajar, with his hand wrapped around her neck as he pounded into her. Her entire face flushed. Her mind completely overtaken by bliss, barely able to form sentences. If you asked him to define perfection, this moment right here would be his answer. 

Out of all the men Younghee had been with, not a single one held a candle to Seungcheol. He knew her body like it was his own and made it his personal mission to make every climax better than the one before. “Oh, fuck, Cheol.” Her thighs tightened around his waist, holding him as close to her as possible. She was close. She always wanted him as close to her as possible when she came. And he wasn't far behind. Her nails dug into his back as she reached her peak. The sharp sensation sending him blissfully over his own edge, filling her to the the brim with his seed. He didn't know, but one else had the privilege of having her raw.

“Uh— I love you, Younghee. So much.”

“I love you.”

***

As the morning sun crept over the horizon, its rays cast a warm glow over the two sleeping forms intertwined under the covers. Younghee was the first to stir, she usually was but even in his sleep, Seungcheol held her tight. Sleepy groans of protest leaving him when she tried to move. “Not yet.”

“I was just going to make us some coffee.”

“Coffee can wait.” He grumbled, burying his head into her neck. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle, shaking her head lightly. She knew him well enough to know fighting him in this state was futile.

“I want to wake up like this everyday.”

Younghee sighed. They'd done this song and dance several times in the past. “Seungcheol…”

“I'm willing to fight for it if you are.” Sleep still laced his words but he was dead serious about every word. “Couples therapy, individual therapy, whatever the fuck. I don't know.” He caressed her waist as he spoke, feathering kisses along her jaw, “I just don't want to be apart again.”

“Yeah?” She didn't know how long this stint would last. But she knew she felt the same way, she loved him. Always has and she believes she always will. 

He propped himself up onto his elbow, leaning over her as his other hand went to tuck her hair behind her ear. His hand lingered longer than it needed to. He couldn't help it. Even first thing in the morning, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “Yeah.” 

Younghee let out an overly dramatic groan, rolling her eyes playfully as she shoved him away from her. “Ugh! Now. Can I go make us coffee?” 

“Fuck off.” Seungcheol retorted – his words carrying no bite – before leaning back in, his hands tickling her relentlessly wherever they could reach.

———

a/n: thank you to @chanichanvhan for proofreading 🫶🫶 also this is my first time writing smut soooo lmk what you think? reblogs appreciated always. if you've reading this far ilysm pookie 🫂

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

"Fulfilling A Fantasy"

Tags: Smut 18+🔞 MDNI | Established relationship | 1st f!anal | Anal prep w fingers/toys/mouth | Anal Penetration | Spanking | Praise | Garreth is a bit obsessed with this fantasy~ | Aged up 21+ | A|N at the end.

WC: 2,745

MC was laying naked on her stomach atop the bed. She had a pillow under her hips that made her ass stick up in the air. 

Garreth was pulling out several toys he’d collected for this very occasion along with a sizeable bottle of lubricant. He lined them up next to her legs and kept rubbing his hand over her backside and thighs. 

MC looks back at her boyfriend. “That’s a lot of plugs…” 

Her nervousness was made clear well before all of this started. Garreth promised to stop anytime for any reason, no questions asked if she wanted him to. 

“Well, I may have gone a bit overboard. Some of them are just for pleasure and not really prepping…” He picked two up and compared them. “This one,” He lifted a tapered egg-shaped plug. “It's more for stretching and… well it is also pleasurable.” He smiled. His cheeks were already pink from his flustered state. “This one,” He lifted the other. It was tapered and longer with three bulges. “This is a bit more for pleasure. I probably won't use all of them.” He raked his hand in his hair, visibly excited. 

He relaxed on one arm next to her legs. He was also already fully naked. 

“Well…” She wiggled her hips a little. Garreth’s gaze shot to her ass region in an instant. She smiled at the effect this was already having on him. “I’m ready when you are.” She finished. 

“We will take it slow.” He reassured her, “We go at your pace, little witch.” 

His lubed finger slid over her slit up to her ass. He rubs in a circular motion. It felt a bit chilly on her skin but warmed very quickly.

“Mm… No one has ever touched me there so.” She lets out a soft laugh. “It’s a bit… interesting.”

“I really like touching you there…” Garreth spoke in a low voice.

He’d brought this up to her more times than she could count during the course of their relationship. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, it just felt a bit too taboo to her and made her nervous to try something out of the box. But she trusted her boyfriend. Plus, the way his face lit up when she agreed to it made her more happy than she dared to admit. 

He was already obsessed with grabbing her ass and keeping his hand on it when he could get away with it. She knew he was a bit obsessed with her body at this point and very much loved the effect it had on him. 

His finger gently pressed inside her.

“Whew…” she breathed. The lube made it easy for his finger to intrude. 

She jerked her hips when he moved his digit in and out. 

“You’re doing so well, just relax.” He rubbed her thigh comfortingly. “You will get used to the sensation after a bit.” He reassured her. 

She blushes when he starts to play more. He moves his finger all the way in, twisting and pulling out. He dripped more lube onto her ass as he did this, getting her insides nice and coated. 

Garreth was between her legs while her ass was propped up in the air like some kind of art piece on a pedestal. Her legs were spread to accommodate his width and he could see everything from his viewpoint. 

“It’s a bit… humiliating.” She tries to joke but her breath hitches when a second finger presses against her hole. 

“It’s just us. No need to feel embarrassed.” He kissed her inner thigh and slowly adds the second finger. 

His free hand moves up her waist and down to her knee. He caresses her skin, making her feel more comfortable and reassured. 

“Do you have to watch like that?” She laughs breathlessly. 

“Yep.” He sent her a smirk when she looked back at him.  

The intrusion didn’t feel normal for a while. It was nice, just strange. She could feel how relaxed her hole was getting and whimpered when he removed his fingers. 

“Shh, shh,” He was grinning. “I’m just getting a toy now, okay? I’ll put something inside you again, don’t worry.” He pats her thigh reassuringly, teasing her. His delight was obvious that she was enjoying herself too.

She buried her face in the pillow to hide her blush. Was she really starting to crave the sensation? 

A blunt object pressed against her asshole and she tensed. It was covered in lube, feeling a bit cold. 

“Relax, little witch.” He soothed. 

She relaxed and squeaked when he pressed harder. 

Garreth sighed, squeezing her ass cheek with his free hand. “I’ll take it slow. Let me know if you need to stop.”

It took a few minutes of him slowly pushing, but soon she was shuddering as the plug fit snugly all the way in. 

“Gods…” Garreth let go of the toy and let it sit inside her. He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, spreading them wider, pushing them up, and kneading them. “How does it feel?” 

She looked back and noticed just how hard his cock was slowly getting. 

“Feels fine, it's good. I’m comfortable.” 

He nodded, working hard to fix a smile on his lust-filled face. “I’m going to move it a bit now.” 

She nodded and felt him start to pull on the plug. He pulled just enough to take it out halfway before pushing it back in.

“Woah…” She gasped.

“Good, bad? Need a break?” He stood still. 

“Good! It's fine. It just feels so… interesting. I’m kind of liking it…” She sends him a small smile. 

Garreth’s face lights up as he starts to tug on the plug again. He doesn’t remove it all the way and keeps pulling and pushing it back into her. 

She felt quite stretched at this point and told him so. “I think I'm ready for the next size up..” 

“I was about to say, I think you’re ready for a bigger one.” He agrees and slips the plug out. He sets it off in another pile away from the unused ones and looks at his pile. 

He seems to be thinking for a long moment and MC pipes up. “Everything okay?

Garreth gave her a small smile. “Yeah! I was just thinking. It’s just… you’re doing so well. I was thinking of skipping the medium and going up to a larger one. Would you want to try?” 

“I will try. I feel very ready…” 

Garreth swallows thickly at her words. This was most definitely his biggest fantasy come to life. 

He gets the larger plug, saturates it in extra lube then presses it to her ass.

“We’re going slow, okay? Tell me the second anything hurts and I’ll stop.” He reassures her, touching her leg lovingly. 

“Understood.” She agrees. 

She takes the plug slowly. It stretches her deliciously and she clenches her eyes shut. Okay, now it was starting to feel good.

Garreth is breathless as her hole accepts the larger plug so readily. 

She notices him give his cock a few pumps while her hole stretches much farther than it ever has before. 

She whimpers as the plug gets to the largest part, breathing through the stretching with her hands digging into the bedsheets. 

Garreth bites her thigh, kissing along the skin up to her cheek. He bites her ass cheek and groans when her hole finally sucks in the last bit of the plug.

“Ah… Woah…” 

She feels a light smack to her ass, then another one as Garreth spanks her. He squeezes the flesh and leans in, kissing around the plug. 

She moans at all the sensations, rubbing her chest into the bed. 

His tongue runs all along the rim eagerly. He pulls at the plug and keeps licking and stretching her. 

“Garreth!” She moans breathlessly. Little tremors of pleasure skittling through her body from the epicenter of her backside. 

His tongue slides all around, his saliva lubing the plug even more. 

He pulls the plug out and pushes it back in, over and over while MC mewls and twitches below. 

When she easily takes the toy with no resistance, Garreth removes it and tosses it in the ‘used’ pile.

He spanks her again and grips her cheeks. 

“The next size up is my cock,” He breathes heavily. “Do you want that? Do you want me?” He spanks her ass again and groans. 

“Yes… I want you… Please,” She begs, looking back at him as he adds lube to his cock. 

He strokes himself and lines himself up. He then folds himself over her body, pressing his chest to her back, arms on either side of her face, caging her in. 

“I’m going to stay still, and I want you to push back into me at your own pace, okay? Can you do that for me?” He moves her hair to one side and plants sweet kisses along her shoulder. 

She nods eagerly and pushes her hips back. He adjusts himself so he’s perfectly angled at her asshole then cages her in again. “Slow, little witch.” He teases. 

She goes slow, moving back against the blunt tip of his cock. She feels it stretch her as she presses harder. 

“Mm, that's it. Take your time.” He encourages her.

She does, pressing slowly as moments pass. Finally, the thick head of his cock pops passed the tight ring of her ass and they both gasp. 

“Yes!” She takes a breather. “Oh… The stretch feels so good.” She whimpers. 

“Fuck…” He pants. “Yes… That's my girl.” He praises her, nipping at her shoulder with gentle bites.

Neither of them expected to get this far tonight. The training was supposed to be a build-up over the course of the weekend, but he’d made her feel so relaxed and took his time, her body acclimated very quickly. 

Garreth panted as MC started pressing back again, taking more of him. 

“Take my cock in your ass,” Garreth moaned, losing himself in the moment. He always got chatty when things heated up. “I’ll make you feel so good,” His lips trailed over her shoulder along the back of her neck. 

She trembles as she dares to take in more of him. Her knees quake as she slowly presses back for more. 

She moans louder and Garreth starts breathing heavier. His fists shake as he holds his body weight up so as to not crush her. 

“Take more, take more of me. Go slower if you need to. I won’t move.” He promised, breathing harshly into the back of her hair. 

The sensation of his cock sliding into her felt never-ending. 

“Oh… it feels so deep.” She catches her breath for a moment. 

“I’m not even halfway,” He kisses her neck and ear. “All the toys were short… just to help prepare you for penetration… Is this okay?” 

“Yes, Garreth! Gods….” She allows her body to acclimate for a moment more before pressing back again to take more of his cock inside her. 

His chest presses down on her back and she can see just how much he's stopping himself from thrusting all the way to the hilt.

They both groan the farther he’s in. Finally, fucking, finally his hips press directly against her skin. He was all the way buried inside her. 

“I need a minute,” Garreth drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, breathing deeply. 

“It feels… feels a bit violating.”  She lets out a small breathy laugh. 

Garreth inhales deeply “In a good way?” 

“Oh, yes.” She reassures him with a smile on her lips. 

“I’ve been wanting to “violate” you for a while now.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and so does she. 

She pushes back a bit, trying to encourage him to move.

“Ah, fuck…” He groans. 

“You’re so deep,” She moans, gripping the sheets. “I feel so full.” She adds quietly.

“Say that again, MC. Tell me again,” Garreth pleads, forehead pressing into the back of her head. 

“I feel so full, Garreth. You’re so big…” 

Garreth lets out a burst of air, tickling the skin on her neck. 

“Mm, and I’m going to keep filling you up, nice and deep, over and over again, little witch.” His voice is sinfully low. “Do you want that? Hm? Tell me,” 

“Yes! I want you to keep filling me up,” 

“Oh, gods…” He groans and adjusts his position minutely. “Ready for me to move?” He scrapes his teeth over a sensitive spot on her neck. 

“Yes… start moving a little bit,” She braces herself for the foreign feeling. 

“Let’s see how well you take me,” He whispers in her ear and kisses it before he gently moves. 

“Oh, gods!” She yanks on the blanket. 

He rocks his hips slowly, filling her to the brink before pulling out again. 

“You’re doing so well,” He rocks a bit faster when she doesn’t protest. 

She moans and sucks in breaths. “I’m going to fall apart, fuck…” 

“I’m just getting started,” He uncurls himself from her and sits on his knees between her legs. He lets out a moan at the sight of his cock in her ass and starts thrusting. 

The absence of his body heat makes the air in the room feel cold on her back. She shivers as she whimpers little cries of pleasure. “So full…” 

“Yes,” Garreth drives his cock home, again and again. “Your ass takes my cock so well,” A quiet ‘fuck’ falls from his lips. “I’m going to fill you up even more with my cum, my little witch. Do you want that? Want me to cum deep inside you?” 

“Yes! Oh, Garreth…” She pants as he goes faster, fucking her at his normal stride. 

Garreth’s hands grip her ass. He sits back and spreads her cheeks, watching himself fuck into her. “Ah… MC…” 

“That angle! Yes!” She desperately pleads.

“I never want this to stop,” He huffs as he fucks her at the angle she requested. “You like this angle? Is it pressing against all the right spots?” 

She found her center of gravity again and started pushing back into each of his thrusts. The angle he was hitting her made her feel all kinds of good things inside. 

“It is, Yes! Oh, don’t stop,” They find a matching rhythm and speed up together. 

He spanked one of her ass cheeks and squeezed the other one, gripping and pulling her with each thrust.

“This is better than my fantasy,” He let out a breathless chuckle. 

Her neglected pussy was slick with desire. Garreth reached around and rubbed her little clit. 

She was yelling out ‘yes’ and ‘more’ as he touched her intimately. 

He used his other hand to smack her ass again and then she was falling, flying, shaking under him. Her orgasm hit her like a bus. 

“Gods, that feels good,” Garreth commented on how her walls squeezed his cock as she came. 

As her orgasm ended, she started to squirm and whimper. He removed his finger and went back to chasing his own release. 

His hands dug into her ass, thrusting faster and faster. His knees dug into the bed and each thrust sent her body jolting forward. The pillow below her hips gets pushed and pulled, almost becoming useless. 

“AH!” Garreth moans louder the closer he gets. “I’m close,” He alerts her. 

“I want it!” She mewls into the bed. “Cum inside me, please” She begs him. 

“Fuck…” His hips studders. “Tell me again!” He demands as he huffs air. 

“I want your cum! Please, fill me up!” 

Garreth thrusts into her deep one last time and his cock throbs hard as his eyes clench shut. 

He curls back down on top of her against her back, keeping their bodies locked. His moans fill her ears as his body pulses with pleasure. 

His chest is much warmer now against her back, sticky from sweat, but oh so comforting. His familiar musk fills her nose and her whole body relaxes in his embrace.

“Just gonna…” Garreth kisses her neck lazily. “...stay inside you until I get hard again.” 

She laughed and Garreth cracked a smile. 

“I have a feeling you’re going to want to do this more often.” She spoke quietly between them, resting her cheek on the bed and looking up at him. 

“Oh, you bet,” He chuckled. “If you’re up for it.” 

They relaxed like that, catching their breath and having some pillow talk before Garreth’s body inevitably reset. 

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Thanks for reading! ❤️-Ash

AN: I wasn’t sure what to call this. A fic? A HC? A drabble? A babble!? Regular fic writing has been making me feel too intimidated lately to do. I decided to write it like this. The story flowed easily and I really enjoyed it! Not sure if this will be a regular format going forward but I’m just happy I was finally able to write without feeling impending doom. lol

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ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ "ᴴᵒᵗ" ᵂᵉᵃˢˡᵉʸ ᵂᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵒᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᶦᶜ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ

[delreyshit]

Fulfilling dreams

Summary: After escaping from the city with Joel, things get tense between the two of you when you reveal your big dream, to get pregnant and be a mother. Joel is willing to help you with that, of course.

Note: there is not much to say other than that this is +18. I hope you like it, English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I have.

Being involved in a lot of trouble for having helped an old man, was not what I expected for my life. I always imagined that being paired with a soldier would make everything easier, within this apocalypse. Clearly, I never thought that by saving someone's life, my man would make sure to throw me into misery for having betrayed him. Since I escaped with Joel's help from the hustle and bustle of the city, my life had become more hectic. He assured me that he would help me find a safe place as a token of his gratitude for saving him from certain death. For 4 weeks we were traveling without resting. The horses and the different types of vehicles with which we moved exhausted us, so when we arrived at an old, but safe town in Wyoming we took refuge in a stable, not far from the central square of the town.

I sighed a little tired as I lit a cigarette near the campfire. "I finally find you, you've been missing all day," Joel spoke behind my back.

"I was taking long walks, that's all. I needed some alone time." He mutated to just nodding. I watched him grab an axe and large pieces of wood, cutting them on the dry ground. "Do you plan to stay and live here, girl? It's beautiful around here." "I'm not sure yet, although it seems to be a quiet place." "Well, if you stay, I hope you won't be bothered by my company." I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" "I've been longing for a life like this, in the countryside or anywhere that's far from the city and the problems." I smiled at his confession. After spending so much time together, Joel had placed a clear trust in me.

The bounce of the wood on the earth was heard over our pleasant silence. "Can you believe it?" At any moment humans could disappear. I mean, apart from the fungus that has spread around the world, it's hard to have babies under these circumstances," I mentioned almost melancholy.

"What is that thought about?" Joel asked me, as he moved the wood to keep the fire alive. "I don't know, I always dreamed of having a baby, they are so adorable and... I think I was thrilled to see all those kids playing near the village. I haven't seen a few little ones play happily in a long time." He didn't say anything for a good few seconds, I just watched him approach the bench where I was sitting, settling next to me.

"Babies can be tender, yes... But they are a great burden. I'm surprised that at just 25 years old you dream of being a mother," he murmured in his hoarse voice. "I was supposed to try to have one with my ex. He was willing as long as neither I nor the baby bothered him... Besides, he thought that this was how we were going to save our race" I said with my fingers forming quotation marks. "Was that the guy you lived with, who tried to kill me?" I nodded. "I see, what an idiot," he said with a grimace of displeasure at the memories.

"I guess you won't do any more dirty work, Joel," he shook his head. "That's part of my past," he assured me. The fire was lit, with intensity and affection. Inhale the smoke and then let it come out with pleasure. "Well, maybe..." after all, you save our generation, my dear," he said with a laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to be a mother so much, maybe we can get a safer place where you can get pregnant and raise your little ones."

"I don't understand," I blurted out, confused.

"It's not difficult to understand."

"No, it's just that, for that I would have to sleep with someone first, and I don't have anyone to do it with. A couple, of course," I mentioned amused, not caring about the words she spat out in front of Joel. 

I shuddered as his palm reached my thigh, gently squeezing my pants. His mouth crept up to my ear and then shrewdly said: "You have me, child. You're right, we have to preserve the species... And what better than the two of us to lift it." I remain silent, I don't know if he is teasing me or serious, his face does not show expressions of mockery, but at the same time he remains defiant.

"Stop kidding, Joel. You should have been an actor, I almost believe everything you just said," I answer with a nervous laugh, moving away little by little to maintain a prudent space between us.

"Don't be too alarmed, I'm just playing with you. But if one day you decide to be a mother, here I am... Young lady." He said with a half-smile, too joking for my liking. He got up from his seat and with a soft gasp stretched his back. He looked at me with compassion and stretched out his arm towards me. "It's getting late, I think we should go into the cabin." I held onto his hand as I stood up, his rough palm gripping me firmly but carefully at the same time. I can feel sleep invade me as we walk to the door of the house, I shake my head trying to stay awake until I reach my bedroom.

"Good night, Joel," I shout through the corridors that lead us to our rooms.

"Rest, child," he exclaims from the living room. 

The days passed peacefully, Joel and I toured the entire town, visiting pastry shops, bakeries and a couple of other shops. Although there wasn't a great deal of tension or awkwardness between us, I couldn't help but think about what Joel had previously proposed to me. Every time I looked at him, every time he looked at me, I imagined what it would be like to have a baby together. In my head I wondered what traits our little blessing had, maybe his nose or his eyes, even his personality. Joel may be an older man who is even in another stage of life, but does all that really matter, now? I arrived from the market with plastic bags full of fruits and vegetables. I hurriedly dropped them off at the inn, anxious to see Joel.

While I was shopping, I had decided that I would risk talking to him and seeing his true intentions, I needed to get the doubts of what we talked about that night out of my head. I don't know if I was more excited about the small possibility of being pregnant, ok that Joel fucked me until I could be pregnant.

-

 We got drunk in a pleasant kiss, where our tongues danced together and in need of... More. Apparently it was enough for me to remind him how ready he was to make me a baby a few nights ago to light the heat flames in his crotch. We walked blindly to his bedroom, kicking open the door and very nimbly cornered me against the wall, while he locked us in the bedroom. With one of his large hands he held my wrists over my head, the other, he slid between my body, reaching my center dressed. He cupped it firmly, making me moan between his lips.

We separated so we could breathe and a thin layer of saliva held us together like a spider's web.

"I'm going to get you pregnant and you're going to thank me, darling."

"Yes, please," I whispered desperately. He pushed me against the bed as I undressed in a hurry. His fingers got tangled in my jeans and in my panties at the same time. I gasped in surprise as he threw them to my knees.

"Honey..." he murmured with a pleading brow before me. Almost immediately he knelt down and completely removing my garments, his large hands guided my thighs towards him, opening them and massaging the flesh. He wasted no time and with much lust, his tongue traced a whole path in me.

Licking, spitting and masturbating... He tortured me a lot and I liked it. My fingers run through his hair decorated with some gray hair, tightening and pushing him deeper. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying every sensation that runs through my delicate nudity on the cream-colored sheets. Just when I'm a mess of moans and twisted movements, the moment I feel like I'm going to get rid of it he pulled away rudely. Between soft gasps he watched as he stood up and began to undress. He takes off his shirt, belt and pants, leaving him in old boxers, marked by his great erection. I try to sit with the annoying pain between my legs at his sudden absence, my fingers caressing his hips while my nails catch on the worn elastic.

I'm sure of the pride Joel feels when he admires my pale face, my mouth drooping at the proud stiffness that hit his stomach.

"You're the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time, missis," he murmurs as he holds my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Joel, please."

"Please, what?" "Fuck me," I hummed impatiently. Almost like a primitive movement in his being, he holds me by the shoulders and with great force and speed he lays us both down. I feel his hands hold my lower back up to my butt, massaging it and opening it. He moans as he moves between my legs to line up the red head of his cock at my entrance.

"Treat me with love, please," I whisper against her cheek.

"Of course, beautiful. Now, launder your hips... Do you want to?" he growled against my mouth.

He penetrates me carefully, making me feel every vein that begins to run through my walls.

"Fuck."Exhale."You're so tight."

 After a few minutes, their movements become precise and slow, but with strength and consistency.

"You're going to be full of me, sweetness," He moans through clenched teeth. Once again, he retreats and with sweat running down his forehead, he charges vigorously. With a faster rhythm, coming out almost completely from me and then hitting my skin with his heavy balls.

"Every drop, you're going to take it and you're going to be grateful." -Fuck... Joel, I'm going to-"

"Do it, damn it. Lubricate my cock, darling."

My body shudders and my vision is obscured by the tears that run down my face. I cling to Joel's broad back, clawing like a cat as I moan his name, losing control of my orgasm. A sweet warmth brings me back, the huge cords of cum paint me inside, very deeply. A storm of pleasure envelops us, defeating us completely on the mattress. Joel shifts and lies down next to me as I continue to recover from the exquisite feeling he left in me. His burly arms guide me to him, carefully embracing me.

The sun illuminates my face through the thin curtains, when I turn to look for Joel I discover him sitting, admiring my naked silhouette.

"Good morning," He murmured in a voice hoarse with sleep.

"I hope you have energy, my dear. We have no way to make sure you got pregnant last night… You have to keep practicing, at least until your belly grows," He said sensually.

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Leonardo x Reader

Words: 1,042

Summary: A break on a cold day, before tackling the big task of cleaning the library, in your boyfriend’s arms, cozy under your favorite blanket, was just what you needed. You didn't expect taking the "warming up" that far. Not that you were complaining.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Non-Penetrative Sex

For Week V of Ikemen Prompts at @ikemenprompts, prompt(s): Library and Sweet & Spicy Wintertime hosted by @xxsycamore, prompt(s): Touching under the blanket and favorite blanket

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You loved Leonardo, but sometimes he was just exasperating.

You shouldn’t be surprised to find him sleeping on the library’s floor. What should have been a high stack of books was now tumbled to the floor beside him, others open around.

But finding him in random spots like this hadn’t been so common during winter. It almost looked like he had better sense for once.

Of course he didn’t, and before you was the proof. As if you needed one.

Sighing, you gathered all the books and set them aside, before returning to his room and grabbing a blanket.

“You really should sleep in your room, you know?” You chuckled, kissing his forehead as you adjusted the blanket over him. “Not that you care. But for me, seeing you this vulnerable makes me want to take advantage of you.”

You leaned in to kiss him, but before you could, Leonardo opened his eyes a crack, giving you his usual smile.

“Then why don’t you, cara mia?” He asked, his husky, sleepy voice making you shiver.

The blanket fell aside as he reached for you, tugging on your arm, making you tumble forward, right into his embrace, before he threw the blanket over both of your bodies.

“Leonardo! I have to get back to work.” You finally managed to protest, trying to push yourself to stand up and leave, but he wrapped an arm loosely around your waist.

“Well, I think it’s about time you get a break. You work too hard, sometimes.”

“I’m not working too hard. And you were only pretending to be sleeping?”

“No. I woke up to the around of your sweet voice saying such naughty things.” He caressed your lips with a thumb. “And you’re cold. That’s enough reason for you to take a break. We don’t want you getting sick, do we?”

He turned you around so you were sitting on his lap and adjusted the blanket to keep both of you warm.

You gave in then. A break was just what you needed. In your boyfriend’s arms, cozy under your favorite blanket. Maybe a quick nap. You should have known that last part was out of question now that Leonardo was awake.

Instead, what you got was a hand groping you while the other hugged you to him.

“Leonardo. Here’s not the place for this.” You tried to protest. But it sounded unconvincing even to you. “Anyone could walk in.”

“No one will come here when they know you will be cleaning.”

“Sebastian could.”

“I think he’ll be a little too busy with you being here to supervise.” Like always, you couldn’t argue with him. Leonardo had already thought of everything. “Besides,” he added, teeth grazing the tip of your ear, “no one would even notice, as long as you stay quiet.”

Easy for him to say when you were the one who had him nibbling on your ear, as well as a pair of hands sneaking under your clothes, one cupping a breast, and the other tracing patterns on your thig.

You had to bite back a moan when he pinched your nipple, and a whimper still escaped when he rubbed over your clit with the heel of the other hand.

Despite his words, Leonardo seemed intent on making you anything but quiet.

“Seems like you’re warm already, cara mia. Do you want to stop?”

He was such a bastard sometimes! He started this, and he already knew your answer. In any other place you would have attempted to take over. Turn the tables on him. But here you just wanted this to be quick.

Didn’t mean you wouldn’t do something later.

“I want you to stop teasing me already.” You reached back with both arms and tangled your hands on his hair, pulling his head closer to your neck.

Sometimes you had such an urge to have him bite you, despite knowing he wouldn’t. What you got was him sucking on your skin, leaving marks you probably would have some difficulty hiding. Which you wouldn’t mind if they hadn’t been made while you should be working.

His hand on your breast moved down, light touches tickling your skin, making you squirm, while the other hand finally pushed your underwear out of the way, fingers making direct contact with your clit, then slipped down to tease your entrance before moving back up again.

“You’re so wet already. Is it just me, or does the risk of getting caught excites you?”

You couldn’t contain your moans for long, as his hands explored more of you, making every inch of skin tingle and burn. A louder whimper came out when his hand moved down your other thig, and an even louder moan when it moved back up, fingers twisting your clit lightly.

“That’s it, cara mia. Let yourself go. Think of nothing but me, and let me hear you.”

Your grip on him tightened as he brought you to your climax, his hands still teasing you until it subsided and your body went limp.

“Good girl.” Leonardo adjusted your position and the now-messed-up blanket to cuddle you to his chest and keep you warm. Not that the heat between you was cooling down already. “It feels better now, doesn’t it? Rest a little, and you can get back to work a little warmer.” He kissed your forehead.

From searing hot to sweetly warm. The shift would feel strange coming from anyone else, but with Leonardo, you just accepted it and snuggled into his chest.

“What about you?”

You could feel how wound up he was, and it was only right you helped a little. You weren’t so tired that you couldn’t.

“As much as I would love your help, if I get started now, I’m not going to let you go for the rest of the day.” He chuckled, kissing you. “I’ll get my books and go back to my room when you go back to work. Maybe take a bath. But if you find me sleeping again, I wouldn’t mind you ‘taking advantage’” Leonardo winked at you, making you blush.

You knew if you found him sleeping in his room for once, it would be on purpose, but that wouldn’t keep you from doing just that.

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[depressed-cookie-dough]

Amm hii my first ever public brain thought i have these often but yee i didn't see much of lyney so i took it out to try and write something about him ^^...

What would people say now, when the the representative of Inazuma is being so drunk

How did you get here you you don't know ether you really wanted to see him and plus he said you can come to see him anytime you want so no harm is done here right, at least that is what you tell yourself.

As you opened tent he was in you slowly walked to his sleeping form it would be be shame to wake him.. And you jumped on him.As he jolts awake he panics a bit but sees its you and instinctively hugs you back "well hello mon chérie";"hii, and i told you to not call me that if you don't tell what it means" he only giggles at that of course you could ask someone in city or court what it meant but you afraid someone is going to make fun of you after all you were one of most respected person in city of Fontane and that that is why you shouldn't be here even worse drunk as you are now, honestly you just wanted a little escape from your thoughts thinking of him all day so it was better idea to get drunk and actually see him great life choices, "soo ~ why did you come here to see me not that i mind". "honestly idk i just want to see you"

L:ou is that so, soo what do you want to do

Y:honestly i don't know i just want to spend time with you so anything is fine

L: wanna go around the festival ground i think i can turn merry go round for a little bit

Your eyes sparked as you tug him out tent

Y:What are we wait for lets goo

He only watched you amused honestly you are such different person out of court house so lively and energetic noting like that reserved figure. He got his hat and cape which looked really funny on his pj but he still looked good god he always does dose he. After walking a bit you got there at first it was nothing special but once he got it light up it was beautiful you quickly rushed to it sitting on one of horses, lyney slowly got to your side holding one of support bars for his safety. You laugh and giggled whole time

L:you know i prefer you like this happy with honest laughter

You turned your head to look at him but because of amount of alcohol you had your head spined and start falling forword he rushed to catch you

L:hey carful we don't want you to get hurt

You crashed your head on his chest as he try to keep you on the house

L"See i told you to be careful you could gotten hu.. "

" you smell nice" your drunk ass said would you hate yourself for it if sober YES, are you now proud of it also yes. He stares for a second as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further it his neck

L "hey hey slow down there that pa it sensitive"

"is it now" you kissed it congratulations you might fucked up your friend.. And he moaned never mind you don't care

"OUU that much sensitive ~" as you smirked and looked at him you could swear his eyes were beginning for more

L"i don't know how much you drink but you are not acting like your self maybe i should take you home "

And ou boy did you not like the idea you wanted to stay with him so as any saint person you hugd him with your legs too

" no, home is lonely, here with you better "

He soften his eyes at your wish but still wanted to do right thig after all you had a couple of drinks so your not thinking straight and he didn't want to use that

L "i can stay with you in your room until you fell asleep"

As soon as that left his mouth your was back in his neck this time tho you took small bite enough tho for lyney to grabs your hair and yeests it backwards.Now he did want to scold you but look in your eyes that begged him to continue just a bit more made him question his decisions.. But too late for that now because he was slowly closeing distance between you

As his lips touched yours there was feeling of addiction right behind he want to be slow with you to give you chance to back away, ou but you had other plans as you made him physically not able to get closer to you as he is now and it surely didn't help how you grinded on him. He groaned softly this is not okay he needs to stop you before he can't himself

L"Cheri you really need to stop and get your head clear "

But you didn't like that idea and wanted to continue but this time he read you and firmly grabbed your chin and spoke in most serious voice he ever used

L" salope now i believe i told stop now be good little bitch and stay still "

And boy you did was that all that can make you stay put just one degrading word and you are done you wanted to smack your self but before you got chance you felt fingertips on your cheek and mouth

L" I would love to continue this will you one you are more sober butt until then this must satisfi your hunger "

He watched as you look at him ou and boy did he want to ruin you image just how much his pride would be.

He slowly picked you up and you did feel kinda dizzy he was saying something but you were falling and didn't hear what.

As you opened your eyes you instantly got pictures in your head that by the way hurted like bitch.

You want to cry because of stress why did it had to be dream, as you tried to lay on your back you here mumbling behind you. Fastly turning around to see who and to your luck he was there now slowly opening his eyes

L"morning cheri did you sleep well "

"i think i told you not to call me that "

L"ou but you didn't mind yesterday did you now " he said with grinnin. He is not going to let that one go until you retire that is for sure, as he slightly moved to get closer to you he whispered

L" if you don't mind helping me fix that problem you made yesterday "

[finchyyy]

Kinktober Day 23 (praise kink)

Praise kink+ Seungmin=Kinktober Day 23

You can Seungmin were good friends, both of you knew each other since you guys were ten. Now your nineteen, siting on the couch and watching a gibli movie with a cup of ramen. Seems like a calm evening right? Well little did you know that Seungmin was panicking in the kitchen.

"I want to drink some water I'll be back." Seungmin said as he got up from the sofa and walked towards the refrigerator. Water was the last thing on his mind, the only thing there were your thighs. Those shorts were barely doing their job. Not to mention the shirt you were wearing, it hugged your figure perfectly however, Seungmin had to snap out of it. He could not risk his bond with you just because of his sexual fanaticizes.

His thoughts were interrupted as you walked in the room "Everything fine? You were staring at the frigde for a long time." You said while closing it. You leaned against the counter as you spoke "Okay, tell me whats wrong?" "Nothing actually, I just zoned out thinking about something." "May I know what that something is?" You curiously asked the male in front of you.

He took a moment to register what you were saying as he was only staring at your body. "Oh uhm I was thinking about the...Constitution?" You started walking towards him,"I know you are somewhat smart but you will never think about the constitution in your whole life, tell me what is the problem?" You found the answer to the question as you looked down to see a painfully obvious bulge "Fuck I'm sorry, I dint mean to get hard." Seungmin replied in a panic tone as he walked towards the door. "If you want me to leave I will, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable." He said, clearly embarrassed.

He was fully expecting you to kick him out of your house however, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a kiss. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He slowly started moving his lips and melted in your kiss. It was like a windy day, messy but refreshing. You pulled away as you look into the eyes of the male, "Was I the cause of this?"

"Yeah" Seungmin said as he met your eyes back "but I can't help it, you're so pretty." You were not handling Seungmin's complements well, that was shown when he saw your cheeks turn into a light shade of red. Seungmin smoothly picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. He kissed you one more time however, this time it felt different. It felt rushed and powerful. Seungmin roamed his hands all around your body while kissing you. Due to the lack of oxygen, he pulled away, only to see plump lips covered with his saliva. Fuck, that only got him harder.

Seungmin stood up from the counter and bent down until his face reached your thighs. He lifted your shorts and sucked on the surface of your inner thigs, leaving dark marks. He could not resist himself when he heard you moan. "Take of your clothes and underwear." The older commanded.

You were eager to know what was going to happen next as a result, you quickly removed your clothes and underwear. You were left naked in front of your best friend. It was supposed to feel weird in your mind but it did not? You felt comfortable with him, you didn't feel exposed. When you removed your clothes, Seungmin looked at you with lust and admiration. "Fuck, your even more beautiful then I thought." He said as he slid his fingers inside your clit and oh boy he was skilled . God he knew how to use his fingers well.

"It fe-els good" You said while stuttering. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved being the reason you're making beautiful sounds. "Does it?" "Yes, fuck I'm about to cum." That motivated him to put more effort, he slid another finger and applied more force. Just after a few seconds you released your juices, making a mess on Seungmin's fingers.

Seungmin held the fingers in front of you, asking you to suck them. You did as told and replaced the cum on his fingers with your saliva. "You did so well,darling." When you heard that comment, you could not help but close your thighs. Being the observant person Seungmin is, he noticed that little action. "Do you like it when I praise you?" You were caught off gaurd when you heard his question. "Yes, I love it when you praise me, I love it so much." "Fuck I can't take it anymore, can I fuck you?" "You would be more then welcomed to." you said as you smirked at the boy.

In just a second Seungmin released his dick from his pants and boxers "Tell me if you want to stop ,okay?" You rubbed your thigs as you were slowly to get frustrated from not being touched. "Impatient, I see." He said as he slid his dick inside your folds. The sudden action made you moan loudly. He could not control it anymore, he knew that he had power over you and it made him go crazy. He started thirsting at a faster pace, earning more unholy sounds from you.

"Oh fuck-k" Seungmin groaned, "Your taking my cock so well ,love." "God your going to make me cum." When you said that Seungmin got impatient, he wanted to see the pretty sight of you cumming. He kept his thumb over your clit and started rubbing on it. That was your last straw, it was the last thing he did before your juices shot out. After a few thirsts, he came.

Both of you were lying on the kitchen counter, "That was amazing y/n, you took me so well." "Ugh don't start with the praises, otherwise we will have another round." "Well, what if I want that to happen?"

(a/n- IM SORRY i feel like the smut in this was really rusheddd I feel like i need to improve the way in which i write smut cause its not the best hopefully this kinktober will give me more experience )

[laffy-taffy-creations]

An Cumhachd A Thig Le Cùram

The Power That Comes With Caring

This is my secret santa gift for @esperosisdoeswriting! Their prompt was Villain and/or monster dad that is quite evil but very much loves and adores his power-less child. Found family highly encouraged. I hope you like it Esper!

WARNINGS: violence, death, cussing

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Supervillain was shoved in the direction of the cop car. "Alright, ALRIGHT I'm going! Fuck off!" he said while walking in that direction.

How angry he was. These stupid heroes treating him like nothing more than a herd cattle! It was infuriating.

If Child weren't nearby he'd tear out the throats of everyone around him.

He sat down in the back and was closed in there for a bit. Apparently getting him into custody wasn't the first priority.

He heard squabbling. One of the voices sounded like Child. They were probably so scared right now, those heroes taking their parent away from them, no wonder they were resisting.

Eventually the car started moving, the person in the passenger's seat asking Supervillain questions.

"Yes, I kidnapped them." "No, that kid is not someone I kidnapped." "My history of torture does not apply here." "Those heroes? They're dead. Pissed me off too much while I held them hostage, kept asking for food or water." "Her screams were oh so delightful. You should've been there." "Leave the kid out of this."

He had no reason to hide anything he did. Infact he took much pride in all his crimes.

And why wouldn't he? He was Supervillain. He marked everything thoroughly once he realized the cops would never find him.

He was… ticked off about that, to say the least. Child was just a kid. A powerless one at that. If there was ever a group of people that would take advantage of them, exploit them, even abuse them, it would be the police and heroes.

Except now they had. And now they had Child too.

They arrived at the agency. "C'mon, get out. We're putting you in custody."

"No."

"No?" one of the heroes sneered.

"Tell me where my kid is or I'm not getting out of this damn vehicle."

Laughter. Laugher that made the supervillain see red. Laughter that made him almost break the cuffs right then and there.

"Tell me where they are right now or so help me-"

He was cut off by a sniggering hero, "You're infront of a hero agency. Whatever you do, you have an army's worth of heroes to contend with. You ain't gonna do shit."

"Tell me where they are."

A superior walked up to the group. "What's the hold up? I need him in a cell, STAT."

"He won't leave the car unless we tell him where the kid we found in his house is."

You fuckers that's my child.

The superior sighed. "Just tell him, we can't waste anymore time."

One of the heroes rolled their eyes then turned to Supervillain. "Fine. They're being brought to our agency and held in an interrogation room for a while where you can't get to them while we figure out why they were there."

He finally stepped out of the car, satisfied with that. Child would be here too. He was okay with that.

He was led down into the facility, celebratory cheers following him at every turn while the heroes led him on.

Something isn't right.

He could sense it. Deep down. Call it parental instinct. Something was wrong.

He stopped moving. The heroes started shouting at him, pushing, trying to drag him. He tuned them out. Their methods didn't work as his body didn't budge.

Then, he heard it.

His child was screaming.

And so the cuffs broke.

Red, red, everything was red as the screams turned from a child's fear to adults' pain. He lashed out, tearing out their throats, hearts, lungs, whichever of the vital body parts was closest.

The shadows of his power stretching far and wide and terrorizing the whole damn agency.

He would not stop until he found his kid.

Rushing through the halls, leaving marks across every surface his shadows scraped. Like a wild beast searching for its prey.

You fuckers better pray to whatever gods you follow that I'll be quick.

People started fighting back, there was electricity, punches, force fields, weapons. None of it was Child. And so the rage continued.

He hunted, hunted, tracking down the heroes that stole his child, took them from his home.

Clawing his way through the bodies separating him from his kin.

And there they were. Child, crying, backed against a wall while Supervillain crushed the skull of the hero they were cowering from.

His mind cleared, his child was in front of him. And he had just killed.

Out of everything, that was his one rule. No villainy in front of his kid. In front of Child. But now…

He walked forward, wary. Would they even look at him the same? Would there be fear in their eyes?

He knelt down in front of them. "Hey. I'm… sorry you had to see that. I understand if you're-"

"PAPA!" Child suddenly lunged forward and buried their head in his chest, sobbing and shaking like a leaf.

He was stunned, to say the least. "Yeah, it's me." He stroked their hair a little bit.

They cried and cried, finally safe, finally secure. They didn't care that Supervillain had just murdered every hero in the building, they were finally okay because their father was here.

And he wasn't leaving them any time soon.

He wasn't Hero afterall.

[elevant39]

Narrative in ACZ

So this time I want to talk about the narrative in ACZ and why I personaly love it. So what I love about ACZ (and the reason why it´s my favourite in the main line series) is how it kinda works like a legend or a fairy tale. What I mean by this is that there is not a single "correct/canon" version of the game. This is possible because the gameplay isn´t actually taking place durring Belkan war. What we are playing is what Brett Thompson´s documentary thinks happened in it. The problem is that he doesn´t really have all the details. The closes he can get to them is Pixy, since he actually knew Cipher more personally and was with him the longest time, the only other people being Eagle Eye and PJ and.... yeah... But even then it´s been 10 years so most Aces will not remember everything. All that remains it´s their emotions and memories about Cipher and the effect that he had on them by shoting them down.

Even Pixy himself isn't really that reliable (It´s funny because he is also partly a narrator of the game with Thompson). Not only did he knew Cipher only up to Stage of Apocalypse, but Cipher literally changed his life by preventing him from launching V2 (and causing all the suffering that he later witnessed on the ground Zero). Cipher in a way saved Pixy, by stoping him from something he could never come back from. So I wouldn't be surprised if Pixy´s view of Cipher probably isn't completely objective. And this ties to Cipher and the Ace system. Cipher isn´t really a character. He is a perfect vessel for player, he is like a rorschach test. He is what ever we want him to be. And this is thanks to the Ace system and how it allows the player to roleplay Cipher how ever the player wants. Do you believe Cipher was a total merc?; Do you think that the Razgriz route is the one for you?; Or do you want a mercenary that becomes a knight but after Pixy´s betrail falls back to his merc ways?; Or maybe you like a knight that becomes merc and after a lot of retrospective after Pixy´s betrayal becomes a soldier? All of these and infinite more are possible. Which is why I kinda hate when some people in the fandom insist that there must be canon route. Because having one defined route would kinda kill all of this. Sure people might still talk about them, but why waste your time on all of these non-canon routes? When merc is totally canon because of AC5? Why try to analyse your story in your own route when the only that matters is the canon one? So why I am bringing this up? Becuase this (infinite interpretation) combine with complete erasure of who or what Cipher did is what makes ACZ acts almost like a legend of fairy tale. Because the only way Cipher can live on is throw the stories of others like Pixy and other Aces. But since it´s been so long nobody will ever trully know how it all went down. Simular thigs happens with fairy tales and legends like Cinderella, there isn´t one true story. In some versions the fairy godmother doesn´t even exist and she got her dresses from hazel nuts. In others there were 3 nights with balls that Cinderella went to. Sometimes she has help from all sotrs of animals others it´s just pigeons. Sometimes her step mother locks her up, other she is given the task to separate peace from ashes perfectly. But still there are some constants, because these constancs are what make it a tale of Cinderella. And same could be said about the Belkan war. Cipher and Pixy will always win in B7R. They will liberate Directus and destroy Excalibur. Pixy will always leave for AWWNB. PJ will always buy flowers for his girlfriends. And Cipher will always fight Pixy in the end. But everything else? We simply don´t know and more importantly can´t know. And that is what is so beautiful to me. Because then the interpretetion of the story and Cipher can be anything you personally believe. And the story doesn´t force you to one interpretation of it. But it encourages you to think about the story and why your version is the one that you like specifically. So yeah this is why I love this game so much and why it´s my favourite in the series. Thanks for reading.

[emmawithtwoms]

MY TAKE ON SIRIUS BLACK

I feel like Sirus and Walburga's relationship has so much potential to be way more toxic than usually depicted.

I'm gonna use canon references here, and explain my opinion, here goes:

When Sirius escapes Azkaban and needs a place to stay, Grimmauld place is the last house he wants to go to, now, many might say that it's obvious why, his family was extremely abusive, but how abusive are we really talking about here?

We know that Walburga's portrait loaths Sirius with all her being, and yells at him constantly, aided by Kreacher, but then WHY would Sirius hide away in her room when he is sulking?

Same thing with Regulus: the very first thing Sirius does once he is back in that house is to clean everything: there is not a single corner of that house that he does not turn inside out in order to get rid of evrything that belonged to his family, except for three rooms: His Room, Walburga's room and Regulus' room.

If he hated him that much, how come he didn't even open that bedroom? He could have offered it to Harry to sleep in, but instead he kept it as if his brother had just left.

Could it be a way of mourning a family he wished he had? A brother he wish he could have known better?

Stay with me for another bit.

The only thig Sirius says about his childhood home is that he loathed his whole family, he never said anything about being phisically abused, although we can imagine that happened, seeing the magnificent collection of dark artifacts in that home.

The only time Sirius speaks about his brother all he says is:

"I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically Royal...my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them...

"He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded...

"Stupid idiot, he joined the Death Eathers...

"They thought Voldemort had the right idea, they wew all in for the purification of the wizarding race...

"the got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, but I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first...

"He was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort's order, more likely; I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out."

OOTP CH.6

Now, Sirius doesn't say that anything actually bad to him happened in that house, but we can see lots of resentment towards Regulus. And even tho he could have called him any kind of names, the only things he said are that he was "Soft enough to believe them, a better son and an Idiot".

Here comes what I think happened in that house:

Sirius and his family had that kind of "I'm doing this because I love you" relationship: I believe that Walburga and Sirius had a kind of sick love between them, same thing for the brothers.

I think that Walburga was the kind of parent that would punish Sirius each time he would do something "bad", and it would be very stern and abusive punishments, to then close them with a kind caress on his face while she told him "You know I'm just doing this because I love you, Sirius" or "I just want what's best for you, darling." And that brought to this extremely toxic and codependent relationship where Sirius actually felt bad for disappointing his parents, even tho he knew he never did anything actually wrong.

I then believe that the constant comparison with his brother brought a young and affection starved Sirius to act out even more, to just wanting to be seen by his parents, and that made him develop a strong resentment towards his brother, who was much better than him at playing their parent's game.

I think Sirius actually loved his brother in his own way, and kinda felt responsable for his downfall: the word soft is the real key here, I interpret it as a way of saying that all Reg actually wanted was their parent's approval, and he ended up genuinely believing him, as I believe Sirius would have done if he ended up in Slytherin.

And I support this because Sirius actually reserched things about his brother's death, obviously it's all filled with hatred, but still he wanted to know what happened to his little brother.

Everything changed when he was 16 and he ran away from home, but we don't know what really happened, we can only imagine what the last straw was that made him run to the Potter's.

I firmly believe that Sirius would have been much more similar to Regulus, had he never known James Potter.

So, I think that Sirius not tearing apart his mother's portrait (He could have slashed it as he did with the Fat Lady's in PoA), him not touching his brother's room and taking refuge in Walburga's are all signs that he actually mourned a family he never had, he wished to be loved as a child, and never really realized what made it all so hard for them to be such a cursed family.

So yeah, this is my take on Sirius's relationship with his family, I would gladly talk to someone about ths because I really spend too much time analyzing Sirius Black.

[invisibleraven]

working in the garden together / rose & julie

Whenever Julie needed to find her mother for anything, she knew there were three places she should look: the kitchen, the studio, and the garden. Today, the garden was the winner.

"Hey mija," Rose greeted her, swiping at her brow, uncaring that it left a streak of dirt behind. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could bring me and Flynn to the movies tonight?"

"It's Sunday, so you have school tomorrow. I don't think so baby girl."

"We'd be out by ten!" Julie argued.

Rose sighed-she never liked being the mean parent, much preferring to be the cool, nice one. But Ray was at Carlos' game, and she didn't have it in her to summon Victoria for back up. "Julie, I said no. You two can go Friday night if you want, have a sleepover afterwards and everything. Just not on a school night, okay?"

"Fine," Julie grumbled, rolling her eyes.

Rose fully expected her to stalk back into the house-typical teenaged behaviour-it is what Rose herself would have done at Julie's age. But instead Julie knelt beside her, pulling a weed out from amongst the cilantro.

"You missed one."

"Thanks. You want to help? Would go a lot faster with four hands."

"What are you doing besides weeding?"

Rose nodded to a few pots off to the side. "I want to put those sunflowers under the kitchen window, so I need to move the rhododendron first."

Julie nodded, gathering her hair back and grabbing gloves, helping her pull the rest of the weeds before they moved on.

It was quiet work at first, which Rose got, figuring Julie was still a little peeved about the whole movies thig. She'd talk when she was ready.

"Why sunflowers?"

Rose shrugged. "I like them? They're bright and cheery, easy to look after. Plus their your papi's favourite."

"I always figured he loved roses best," Julie snarked, which made her mother snort.

"He used that line on me when we were courting, but in the end-turns out he likes sunflowers more. But they pair better with dahlias anyways," Rose replied.

"Why are dahlias your favourites?" Julie asked, carefully uprooting the bush she was working on.

"They're pretty for one," Rose stated, sitting back to take a break as the space they needed was cleared. "They also mean inner strength-something a girl like me needed growing up in San Juan with a mother like mine. They remind you to be kind even when others are not, and represent devotion-something I had plenty of, even if it was towards music and men my family disapproved of."

"They like papi," Julie remarked.

"They like him now, yes," Rose replied. "When we were both struggling art students living in sin here in LA, not so much."

"Did his parents like you?" Julie asked. She didn't know much about her paternal grandparents, never having met them. She assumed they had passed, but it was still odd that they were never mentioned or had any pictures around the house.

"They never met me," Rose replied. "They disowned your father before we even met. But... I think that's his story to tell you, when he's ready."

"So... he has no family?"

"Of course not! You, and me, and Carlos, heck even your tia, we're his family!" Rose insisted. "Plus the Petal Pushers, and Trevor, and all his friends. Blood doesn't make family mija, love does."

"I like that," Julie stated.

"I thought you might," Rose replied. "Now let's get these sunflowers planted, and then we can have a nice glass of lemonade before we start on supper. How do you feel about enchiladas?"

"Very much in favour of."

Rose grinned, stretching as she stood to grab the pots, Julie smiling as she popped up much faster, but Rose could only shake her head at her daughter's cheek-she got it from her after all.

Julie was hers-something she nurtured and helped bloom-just like her garden. And even though she could see that she was starting to grow beyond her, Rose couldn't wait to see how she blossomed as she did.

[multiverseofstrangeness]

Daemon Targaryen x whore!OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys! I tried my first smut ff. I hope it worked as I wanted it. So please enjoy this one. Don´t be so rude it was my first time writing this kind of content. If it is bad: I am so sorry. But I hope ya enjoy it. Have a great night/evening/day.

House of the Dragon Spoiler!

Warnings: Smut (18+), rude language, fluff

Words: 984

His view flowed over those three girls. One of them was tall, the other was small but had big breasts, and the last didn´t know what to do. She stood there and looked down at the floor. He smiled.

"My Lord you have to choose."

He looked at the man behind the girls. He was the man who owned the brothel.

"Let me see."

He walked around those girls. All of them were perfect. He knew when he took the first two, he would have fun as always. He knew the last one was new in the business. He knew that would be somehow different if he takes her.

"I chose the last one."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? She doesn´t have any experience."

He nodded and waved so the others left, and the owner curtsied and left. The girl swallowed. She got sold by her dad because they didn´t have enough money. It was her first time with a man in a room, and she was completely naked.

"You shouldn´t be scared I won´t hurt you. It is your first time isn´t it?"

She nodded.

"Let's talk a little to warm up. You can put your dress on if you want."

So she did. He sat down on the mattress and pointed next to him. She sat down and looked at the floor. He lifted her chin.

"When you wanna attract someone, you should look them in the eyes."

She looked up. He was stunned by the blue of her eyes. They sparkled in the light of the sun. He smiled.

"I will ask you a few questions and you just have to answer. Alright: Where are you from?"

"The north My Prince."

"Great, but please stop calling me My Prince it won´t erect anyone. Next Question: What is your name, Sweetheart?"

"Isabella."

"What a beautiful name."

As he said that he leaned back and watched her looking at him. He smiled and she smiled shyly back.

"Why are you here?"

"My father sold me. After the death of my mother, we didn´t have enough money. All the money I get, I have to send to him."

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was the right choice.

"So let me teach some simple things about that what will happen next. First: look me in the eyes no matter how ugly I am. Secondly: Touch me and don´t be shy. Men like it to be touched in certain areas. Third: If you are ready with a man, go to the toilet you won´t like to be pregnant, then your father won´t get money anymore. The last one: Remember all the time: Most things are just played by you. So you just play that you get an orgasm. But if that is real, don´t be so loud."

With the last sentence, she started to smile.

"Good that´s a beginning."

He touched her shoulder and massaged it slowly. She breathed in.

"Don´t worry, Darling. I know what I am about to do. If something happens and doesn´t suit you, say something, and I´ll stop, Alright?"

She nodded. He leaned forward to her and moved her face in his direction. His lips were parted, and she looked him in the eyes.

His Lips met hers. She felt how soft they were. She could feel one hand on her cheek and another on her waist. Her left hand slightly moved into his short hair. She never felt hair that was softer than his. He smiled and brushed one hand over her cheek. He slowly pushed her down. The soft cushions in her back got her back to reality. She felt his hand traveling down her body. She felt his cold hand meet one of her Legs.

"Tell me, honey, are you still a Virgin?"

She nodded, and he sighed. His right hand brushed a strain of hair of hers out of her face. She smiled and stroke over his cheek.

"You are too innocent to be a whore."

She blushed. He pressed his lips once again on hers. She felt the desire grow in her stomach and how his kisses got faster and with more passion. She felt his right hand on her inner thigh and sighed into his mouth. He used the moment and let his tongue slip into her mouth. As he touched her neck, she winced.

"Darling, I think if just found your soft spot."

He smiled and snuggled into her neck and started to kiss it. She sighed once again. He smiled.

"If you allow this step: I would like to put down your dress."

She looked at him. As he saw the insecurity in her eyes, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

"My dear, I already saw your body, and believe me, it is the most beautiful thing I´ve ever seen."

She smiled and opened the knot of her dress. He helped her to slip it down. She felt his cold hands on her back and got goosebumps.

As he freed her breasts, he smiled and lightly touched them.

"My dear you got beautiful breasts."

She laughed at this comment. He cupped her breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt under his touch how her nipples hardened. He put his mouth over one of them. She moaned as he stroked, at the same time over her inner thigh.

"That´s what I wanna hear."

She pulled him to her lips and kissed him with such urgency that he was stunned.

"I think you are ready now. Don´t worry it just hurts for a second, then you will feel like heaven."

He leaned his forehead against hers. Before he put his cock in front of her entrance he said:

"After this, you´ll be mine."

And he moved into her. She never felt better. It was like heaven. He was right this was heaven.

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What is it? It’s a duck

More bs incorrect quotes, more here, not related, just pure ridiculousness I like to pull out my ass every so often: 

If It walks like a duck

If it Talks like a duck

Also my inspo for one of the scenes below: 

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You snorted watching the puppy mount its toy, his eyes locked on his target as he started wiggling his hips, clearly determined to hump it itll it could squeak no more. 

“Butters!” You couldn’t help but whip your phone out, tears streaking down your face while Bucky rolled his eyes at the romping pooch. “Oh my gosh, Isn’t Butters so cute Bucky?” 

“No” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, he wasn’t jealous of the 2 lb furball smaller than his hand that had all your attention as of late. Not at all. 

“C’mon, how can you not laugh” 

“Oh but when I do it, its stop Bucky, go to sleep Bucky, use your right hand Bucky, porn is free Bucky” 

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You: I know you took it

Bucky: I didn’t do anything *innocently pouts*

You: I saw you eyeing it Barnes, where’d you put it

Bucky: I would never look at, so much as eat something as childish as dunkaroos y/n. In fact, I’m so insulted, I’m going to my room. 

*Leaves to go to his room, snickering to himself while he goes and pulls out the box, ripping open the packet, dunking his finger in the frosting* 

Bucky: No one ever has to know

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Steve: How was your walk in the park

Bucky: Fine

Sam: How’s the weather out, was thinking about going for a run

Bucky: Fine *his eyes suspiciously glancing around the room* 

Steve:...Did something happen Buck?

Bucky: Nope.

*Meow*

Sam: Did you just meow?

Bucky:...yep. Can’t a grown man meow Sam. I spent years under ice, just got my life back, finally sort of free and you’re telling me I can’t meow? Meow, I’ll meow all I want. What does the doggy say? bow wow, what does the kitty say? Meow meow

*meow*

*Bucky panics*

Bucky: What does the moo cow say? AAHHHHH!

Sam: Okay *throws his hands up, scrunching his face when he notices movement in Bucky’s leather jacket” Motherfucker what are you hiding

Steve: Okay, spill Buck

*Bucky reaches into his coat, pulling out a tiny white stray kitten*

Bucky: Her name is Alpine

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You: That bitch has Dunkaroo frosting on his lips, I can see it 

*You narrow your eyes at Bucky as he walks in, cookie crumbs and a the tiniest smearing of frosting on his pouty bottom lip*

Sam: How you gonna prove it 

You: Watch

*You walk over, grab his face, squishing his cheeks together* 

You: Right. There! See?! I can see it right there! It’s my dunkaroos all over your face!

Bucky: Is not

You: Is too

Bucky: is not

You: Is too

Bucky: Go a head and taste it then, prove it

You: Fine!

*You grab his face, smash your lips onto his, letting your tongue slip past his parted lips. He growls against your lips, picking you up by the backs of your thigs and placing you onto the counter, the both of you saying fuck all to oxygen*

You: I can taste-the icing-on your tongue *You’re out of breath, his hands coming up to grab your waist*

Bucky: You sure about that?

You: No, let me check again *Grabs his shirt, your hair tangling into his locks, kissing him again*

Sam: Good grief, we get it, he stole them! 

You: I-I knew you took them *you pant, your forehead resting against his while he huffs out a laugh*

Bucky: Should’ve stolen this instead *Grabs you for another kiss*

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