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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: PG-13 to start. Chapters will be rated depending on content. Warning: Slow burn. AFAB nonbinary character. Buggy is touch starved and a virgin who thrives on praise. He's also a bit of a mess because he's thinking he's going to finally be killed by Crocodile. Set with the Cross Guild but won't be a poly fic (as much as I love that unf). However, mentions of past/somewhat present TaronxCrocodile stuff. Also Buggy is bratty, whining, a little pathetic. He doesn't want to do anything. Word Count: 1.8k A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic. This came from another fic I wrote for another fandom that I never posted but it was pure self indulgent. I decided to do it with the clown and change it up. Originally thought of making this a dom!Buggy fic but after a poll and how I started writing it, I decided to stick with sub!Buggy.

Title comes from "Take Me To Church" by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Taron stood in front of the entrance to the large circus tent. This was where they were instructed to go after being informed of their new job from their former employer who sought them out. Sir Crocodile appreciated how Taron kept things in line with his casino, managing schedules, appointments, and other things he was too busy to deal with at the time. After several meetings between Mihawk and Buggy, where he saw the latter was refusing to do his share of paperwork, forgot about meetings or showed up late, and every other little thing that came with this role, Crocodile made the decision for Buggy in getting him an assistant.

With his connections, Crocodile made contact with his former assistant, requesting their presence on the island for a new job, which Taron was delighted to have. They enjoyed their time working with him before and were pleased they had the opportunity again, but when they arrived with their bag in hand, ready to work with Crocodile again, they were confused when they were instructed on where they needed to go.

Once they arrived at the tent, standing in front of it as they wondered if they could just return to their old job, they decided to take the challenge. Crocodile said this individual was difficult, that he mismanaged paperwork, missed important meetings, the likes, and that Taron was brought in to put Buggy on the right track. 

They survived working with Crocodile so there was no doubt they could survive this Buggy the Clown. 

Crocodile gave Taron instructions on what was needed as well as permission to enter Buggy’s tent to find him. With a flyer in their hand they knew who to look for: a clown with blue hair and a red nose. Shouldn't be too hard. So they entered the tent, noticing this was an actual circus with a lion, performers, everything, but no Buggy in sight. 

They went looking, ignoring the stares, whispers, and pointing in their direction as they went to find his room. They were told he was lazy, that he may be still in bed, so as they walked around, they found what they figured to be his room, another area in the massive tent with walls and curtains for a door. Not knowing how to properly knock, they let themselves in.

The bed in the middle was fairly large, though smaller than Crocodile’s. The lump on one side of the bed had to be Buggy, so Taron set their bag down and went over to it, giving him a shake.

“Captain Buggy?”

Nothing, he kept snoring. Taron gave him a few more shakes, increasing the force each time. When that didn't work, they yanked the blanket off only to throw it back on.

“What kind of pirate sleeps naked?” They muttered before giving the mattress a kick and shouting, “Captain Buggy, the Marines are here, wake up!”

That seemed to do it. He jumped up, blankets falling off and exposing himself as he stood up on the bed, eyes wide with fear as he turned his head frantically for the threat. “Where?!”

Taron pushed their glasses back up their face before putting their hands on their hips, looking up at him. Buggy blinked sleepily down at them and frowned.

“Who are you?”

“Your new assistant.”

“My new- I didn't hire you!”

“No, Sir Crocodile did.” They informed him as Buggy dropped to his knees on the bed, looking at them with a frown. “He feels you need help managing your schedule and paperwork so he brought me on to help you.”

“Why did he decide that without me?!” Buggy demanded, looking them over. Taron wasn't dressed flashy enough to work for Buggy. Their dress was too similar to Crocodile’s, from the cravat to the shoes. They looked like someone who Buggy would end up owing money to and having his knees broken for not paying them back. They were shorter than Buggy, wider as well, looking like it would take a lot to knock them over. They wore glasses, their brown eyes looking at him through thick frames. Long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, keeping it out of their face as they looked at him.

“Because he wants to be sure the person could get the job done.” Taron replied as they crossed their arms. “You're still naked.” They went over to what they assumed to be his wardrobe and opened it, looking for something for him to wear. “I worked with him for ten years so he knows I can handle anything.”

They reached into the wardrobe, pulling out a shirt and pants for him. They didn't care what he wore as long as he was dressed, but when they turned and saw him sitting on his bed, blanket over his lap as he looked at them sulkily, maybe it wasn't the right outfit.

“I'm not wearing that.” Buggy said with a glare. “Those two don't go well together.”

Taron shrugged. “I don't care what you wear, but you have a meeting in ten minutes with Mihawk and Crocodile, so I suggest you put something on for it.” They looked back at the clothing options before looking at Buggy with a grim expression on their face. “They explicitly said for you to not be late to this one.”

“Ten minutes?!” 

“It was fifteen but we wasted five minutes.” Taron told him as Buggy snatched the clothes from them and hastily put them on. They found his hair brush and handed it to him. While he wrestled with bedhead they retrieved his bandana and hat. “This should help.”

“I’m dead if I’m late again.” Buggy grumbled as he put his hair up before tying the bandana on to keep it all in place. He glared over at Taron as he grabbed his hat. “Not that I care, but what’s your name, you pest? Coming in here and waking me up late for my meeting, I should fire you for that!”

Taron looked amused by the empty threat. “My name is Taron and you don’t have the authority to fire me, only Crocodile.”

“I’ll take this up with him then!” Buggy snapped as he headed out of his room with Taron following after them. The two of them made it out of the tent before Buggy stopped and turned around. “Stop following me!”

“I’ve been instructed to make sure you make it to the meeting.” Taron told him. Buggy glared at them before he started walking again, grumbling under his breath about annoying assistants and other unkind things. Taron wasn’t bothered in the slightest by his petulant behavior. Their previous employer was a politician who didn’t know what he was even doing in his role so Taron did all of the work while he was just the face of the office. Once they reconnected with Crocodile and were told the job expectations, Taron realized they would be doing the same job again, but Crocodile would deal with the clown if he got out of hand. 

“I don’t need an escort!”

“Mm, I don’t care.” Taron said as they followed behind. “We’re almost there.”

Buggy turned his head to glare at them once again while his body kept stomping along. Taron didn’t flinch at his Devil Fruit powers. They had seen plenty while working with Baroque Works. 

They made it all the way to the meeting room where Crocodile and Mihawk were already seated. Buggy stomped over to his seat and sat down, still glaring at Taron for how his day was already going. They said nothing as they took a seat beside them, pulling a pen and notepad from their pocket. Crocodile glanced over at Buggy with a smirk.

“He’s early.” He said, cigar clenched between his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. “How did you manage that?”

“I informed Captain Buggy that the meeting was in ten minutes.” Taron told him as they clicked their pen. “It got him moving, which is what we needed.”

Buggy’s jaw dropped at being lied to as Crocodile chuckled and Mihawk looked over some papers. The meeting started without much fuss, just Buggy pouting in his seat while Taron took notes.

~

“I don't like you, Taron.” Buggy announced after the meeting. “You wake me up from my beauty sleep, lie to me, and then spend the meeting interrupting my thoughts!” He turned to look at Crocodile. “Why did you hire them for me? They're terrible!”

“They’re less likely to kill you than me, clown.” Crocodile told him without looking up from a stack of papers. “You’ll do as they say, understand?”

“What?! They said they were my assistant!” Buggy complained as he pounded his fist on the table. “They’re supposed to listen to me then!”

“I listen to Sir Crocodile.” Taron said as they looked over their notes. “And I only interrupted your ‘thoughts’ because you were nodding off in the meeting.” They looked over at Buggy. “As for liking me, I’m not here for you to like me. I’m here to make sure you do your job, Captain Buggy.”

Buggy stared at them for a moment before looking pleadingly at Crocodile. He really didn’t want an assistant, especially one that previously worked for Crocodile. Who’s to say Taron wouldn’t threaten to kill him with every conversation, or actually follow through with it? He wanted to throw a fit over this, that at least he should get to choose, but Crocodile glanced at Buggy with a look in his eyes that scared the clown into sucking it up and nodding.

Just because he was agreeing now didn’t mean he would behave, however. 

~

Taron was given space in Buggy’s tent for a room. They put their things away before walking off with Crocodile, leaving Buggy and Mihawk behind as he continued pouting about the situation. If the two really thought he needed an assistant, they should have said something. He could have asked Alvida or someone, not have Crocodile 2.0 helping him out. Buggy had his eye on the assistant as they were in their new room, putting things away from their one bag. It was just some clothes, that was it, no personal items of any kind. It was a little odd to Buggy.

“I don’t trust’em.” He mumbled as he watched them leave. For all he knew, Taron was brought in to eventually assassinate him once Crocodile finally had enough of him. It was inevitable now. He wondered if he should have Cabaji start working on his obituary soon. 

He waited a few minutes before returning to the tent. Buggy wondered how much longer he had left to live.

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This took a hard kink into mommy land that’s all— the return of Dornish!reader and trashbaby!Aegon

Half-mad in love

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Mommy kink, tit sucking, cunnilingus, mommy dom/baby sub, slutty pet names AGAIN, v!fingering, general angst, dumbass raccoon Aegon, dornish reader is a bit dark, frottage, premature ejaculation, general filth

You sipped on some Dornish Red in the Martell’s grand tent. Aliandra, although merely a girl, loved men. Therefore with strict supervision under Ser Lyonel handsome knights of Reyne, Buckler, and Caswell entertained the princess. You snorted behind your cup, thoroughly enjoying the cock-measuring contest. The men were simple if they thought this was anything more than a mummer’s play.

You casually pulled down your thick hair from the pins holding it up, letting it cascade down your shoulders. The boy of Caswell’s eyes flickered over to you— throat bobbing. The long night would come again before you’d remotely consider the dunce. You drained your cup and an attendant dutifully refilled it. It was mid-tourney and you were bored.

The dragon prince you’d bedded had averted his gaze and kept far away from you after the incident in the woods. Aliandra’s cousin Taron dryly remarked, “The fires of hell are hotter than the dragon’s flame.” You shrugged and kept your eye out for another bedmate. So far the Arryn of Gulltown had been a decent lay. Still your mind crept back to teary violet eyes and trembling lips.

You’d never experienced such a pretty sight. His whines, uttered pleas, and sheer need. You crossed your legs to stop the burgeoning ache in your loins. Picking at your silks, you thought of the prince’s less desirable traits to dissuade your impulsive thinking.

Another cup of wine down and you were quite drowsy and tipsy. Aliandra had reached her peak too, giving each of the knights a kiss on the cheek. Lyonel glared them down, a sturdy hand on the pommel of Dawn. The sleepy girl questioned, “Did you not like them?”

Changing into your sleep linens you shrugged, “Too green.”

Her brown eyes sparkled and the princess teased, “Does the hellmaid yearn for the prince?” Your spine straightened and you snapped out a no. Aliandra sing-songed a ribald tune about riding dragons. You began to laugh while ushering her to bed.

Ali laid back, staring at you. She yawned, “Maybe you should chase him down.”

“Maybe you should sleep silly thing,” you chided, tucking dark tresses behind her ear. You kissed the princess on the forehead and blew out the candle. You padded to the main section, searching for some water to drink. Taron played cards with young Bryn Yronwood, the two drunk as skunks. Taron laughed, “The dragon slayer!”

You narrowed your eyes and snapped at the attendant for some refreshment. You gulped down the water, ignoring the two idiots. A swish from the the main entrance drew your eyes. One of the Cargylls stood politely at the entrance. Lyonel— dozing on the pillows gruffed, “Yes? Is it something urgent Ser?”

The twin nodded and replied, “The Prince Aegon requires Lady Uller’s presence in his tent.”

Taron and Bryn giggled like girls, you and Ser Dayne sharing a look. You raised a brow and asked, “Any other information that could be offered? Being from Hellholt I do not always expect hospitality from dragons.” The white knight fought back a smirk.

“Ah- The Prince simply requires your company and attentions,” the knight almost looked bashful.

You deadpanned, “So Aegon sent you here to tell me that he wants his cock wet?”

More laughter rumbled about.

With a shrug you turned to the rest of the Dornish company, “Well off to see the dragon! Men, don’t get too rowdy without me. Lead the way Ser Cargyll.” The man bowed his head and held open the heavy curtain for you. You slipped on some espadrilles and followed along.

The Kingsguard bluntly stated, “He’s in quite a mood. Drunken tantrums. Then he requested you. I don’t dare to assume what goes on in the man’s head.”

“A child more like. Tell me Ser Cargyll, has the Prince truly grown up past ten-and-three?,” you questioned. Aegon’s grand red tent with golden dragons adorning the frame came into view. You shivered with what lay inside. The knight brooded before finally answering, “Eh- not much m’lady. That’s all I shall say on the matter.”

You smoothed your hair back, steeling yourself for the mercurial princeling. Cargyll stopped outside, ushering you in with a vague gesture. So you’d face this alone. Inside was a wreck. What once was a perfectly fine space was littered with bottles and cups slammed around, broken glass, and upturned furniture. You wrinkled your nose in disgust at the childish display.

You gingerly stepped through the mess towards a bedroom setup. Slumped in the bed was the prince himself. He was bedraggled, bloody, and snoring. You crossed your arms and stared. Even in slumber, his face was wrought with emotions. Something pulled in your gut at the wretch. Twisting the vulnerable and unloved into your plaything was so very fun— an Uller blood curse you’d been told.

Aegon whimpered in his sleep, twisting and turning. He mumbled, “Mommy- don’t- m’sorry!” Your mouth split into a grin, suddenly very interested in his dream. Aegon rolled onto his belly, hips rutting into the down of the bed. He whimpered again, “Ah- mmh! Please mommy it hurts.”

At this point you couldn’t go any further without feeling too lecherous— which you were feeling plenty of. You carefully drew yourself onto the end of the bed, toeing off your shoes, and curling your feet under your legs. A shaking hand reached out to touch Aegon’s twitching calf.

Violent violet clashed with your own smoky eyes. Aegon bolted upright and gasped before stuttering, “W-Wha-What are you doing here?!” His chest heaved in shock, a hand running through his disheveled hair. You groused, “You had your guard dog come get me from my tent. Said you requested for me.”

Aegon’s hands cupped his reddened cheeks as he clenched his eyes shut. The blonde groaned, “Of fucking course I did. After thrashing the place I presume?” You smirked at the agonized Targaryen and murmured so very lowly, “And what a sight I came in to. Rutting and whining in the bed like a puppy, begging for mummy.”

Aegon’s annoyed expression turned into one of frantic shock. His lips gaping, brow furrowing, shifting through a range of emotions before stuttering, “N-no I was not! Lying Dornish wench.” You simply crawled further into the prince’s space, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. Aegon trembled and weakly denied your claim, shaking his platinum curls.

You cocked your head, a sultry leer plastered on your face. Your hands untied the front of your linens, exposing your breasts to the panicking Aegon. The poor thing’s breath came out in a thin wheeze. You purred, “You’ve been such a bad boy— again. I thought you’d learn a semblance of manners after last time sweetling.”

Aegon’s composure broke, falling forward onto his belly, that empty head of his pillowed on your thighs. Violet eyes were glued onto your full tits, watery with need. Aegon mewled pitifully. You teased, “I know you need someone to show you some love, manners, how to be a good boy. Like a good mommy should.”

Aegon cried, “Pleaseplease yes mommy, wan’ be good!” His slim hips were desperately rutting into the mattress. You lightly slapped his cheek and tutted, “Stop humping filthy babe, you only get pleasure when I say you can. Got it?”

Aegon nodded eagerly, hands fisted into the bedding. You wrapped your hand into his knotted locks and hummed, “Do you think you’ll come all over yourself if mommy lets you suck her tits?” Aegon looked as if he were gonna sob— you knew he would spend too quickly but the wretch wanted a taste so, so, so bad.

The silver prince brokenly moaned, “M’sorry, forgive me, I don’t k-know,” a look of determination flitted over his soft features, “I can bounce back, won’ take long, please mommy.” You yanked his hair, a pained yelp filling the room. You jabbed, “Don’t need your cock to pleasure me. I’ll let you have a suck.”

You laid back, laughing easily, your hair strewn across the down like a halo. Crooking a finger, Aegon scrambled up your supple body. You grabbed his soft cheeks and pulled those plump lips to your own. The man whined into the kiss— struck enough to barely do anything but drool. You whispered, “Settle down sweetness, I’m not going anywhere. Hands on my waist.”

Purple eyes flickered down to your waiting tits but he dutifully placed his hands on your soft waist. Aegon slotted himself like between your legs, you moaning when you felt the dampness from his weeping cock. Aegon kissed you back, licking into your eager mouth. Your hand skated from his cheek to that pretty, pretty neck still mottled with faded bruises. Your tongues danced against eachother, lips sensually sliding with wet smacks.

Aegon’s hips trembled and twitched, you smacking a hand on his flank in warning. He whined into your mouth, “S’rry mommy.” The kissing resumed until you knew the babe was in agony— your bare slit’s own slick was mixing with his copious pre-spend. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy at the realization he still had breeches on. Poor horny pup.

Aegon drew back, spittle falling from his swollen lips. He mewled, “Can I? Please mommy? Jus’ a taste.”

“Go ahead sweetling. You may touch, rut, get it out.”

Like a feral animal his hands pawed and kneaded at your tits. You threw your head back with a breathy moan, sliding a palm to the nape of Aegon’s damp neck. You squeezed it gently, reminding the prince who ran the show. He mewled and suckled eagerly, thanking you in between gasps. The prince rutted against you, the soaked fabric of his breeches dragging against your sensitive bud.

You demurred, “So eager, poor baby just needed a tit.”

Aegon’s lips suckled at your breast, whining and grunting like he was hurt. His other hand groped before switching— the Targaryen couldn’t get enough. He cried out, “Ah- s’good mommy, thankyouthankthankyou mommy ngh!” Your lips tilted up at his pathetic tone, absolutely drunk in power. Heat flushed your body with an intense need coming over you. To have this prince, this dragon rider, mewling and sniffling from you set your body alight.

You yanked him back by platinum locks, Aegon whining, “Mommy nnno!” You shook your head and deftly untied his breeches, releasing the man’s cock with a wet slap. He hissed at the air hitting his flushed member, so full it was purple. You gripped his chin roughly and demanded, “Sweet boy, you’re gonna fuck me until you spend, and if I don’t come your pretty head better get between my thighs. Understood?”

Aegon’s glassy eyes bore into your own before he dumbly nodded. He murmured, “Yes mommy, anything f’you.” Lying back down, you pulled up your linens to expose your own puffy heat. The prince’s eyes rolled and his cock visibly dribbled more pre. With a wanton, absolutely whorish cry the prince entered you.

Your nails dug into his shoulder and moaned lowly at the snug fit. His cock filled you up nicely, pulsing and stretching your tight walls. Aegon sucked in breaths, pitiful little whines of ‘mommy’ on the exhale. You cooed darkly, “Relax sweet babe, hold it if you can.”

Aegon clenched his eyes closed and whispered, “M’sorry, don’t be mad, g’nna cum mommy you feel sooo good, fffuck s’warm!” You kissed his pouty mouth and thrusted into stilled hips, the princeling cumming with a wail. He dug his face into your tits and babbled, “Oh fuck! Gods! Mommy, mommy, oh gods it’s too much, ah I can’t!” You rubbed his back with a lecherous smirk, enjoying the seemingly endless load from the sobbing blonde.

Boneless and trembling, Aegon sniffled and slid out. You cocked your head and spread your legs to remind the pussy-drunk fool. He wiped his tears, pale face splotchy and red. He whimpered, “S’ry.” You smacked his thigh and snapped, “Stop apologizing, you’re doing fine. Now be a good babe and eat me out. You do know how to do that, right?”

Wide eyes, a low sob, and a shake of the head was the answer.

You idly wondered what the Cargyll knight thought of the wanton raucous echoing through the chambers. Shit- probably half of the camp could hear!

You sighed, “R’hllor bless you. Spoilt babe. Just get down there for now, I’ll show you.”

Aegon got onto his belly again, spreading your thick thighs with a squeeze. He murmured something unintelligible. You leaned up to direct the prince, stating, “You know how to finger a wench, so just do that but lick at my clit. Move around and when I get loud you’re doing something right.”

Aegon dove right into it. He slid two fingers into your soiled cunt, whining at the slick and spend coating his digits. “Crook up, use your damn mouth.” you breathed. Aegon whimpered, “Yes mommy.” Your toes curled when his pink lips sealed around your rosebud, deft fingers digging into your sweet spot. You cried out happily with an arch of your back.

“Good- ah R’hllor’s fires- good boy!”

Aegon flicked his tongue and entered his ring finger, sending your thighs to clamp around his neck. The prince gasped into your sex, moaning, “Yes mommy, don’t stop!” You laughed at the Targaryen whining like he was the one getting fingered. A good idea for later.

You were getting close, choosing to pluck at your hardened nipples to speed yourself along. Aegon swirled his tongue into a circular motion— you tightening all over in response. A slim hand gripped his hair and you howled, “That’s it! Don’t stop- FUCK!” Your body seized and you gushed onto the prince’s lewd embrace.

Aegon mewled, lapping and swallowing gluttonously. You writhed through the aftershocks, praising the quick learner of a Prince. Aegon’s wide eyes peered from between your legs. You’d paint a picture if you could of the sight. You hoarsely huffed, “What is it?”

Aegon asked, so very hopefully, “Did I do alright mommy?” His glazed eyes told you the babe was still fuck-dumb. You thumbed his chin and cooed, “Yes sweetling, did a great job.” He melted into you, still squeezing at your thighs.

With a sigh you called, “Come up here, princeling.” Aegon pressed his body next to yours, nuzzling his pale head into your tits, almost purring. He asked in a muffled tone, “Will you stay with me now?”

You frowned and stated, “No, I have to be back to my quarters at some point or Ser Lyonel will come swinging with Ali in tow.” Aegon pulled back and pouted. He grumbled, “Who cares, I’m a Targaryen.” Your lips stretched into a smarmy smile as you retorted, “Dorne does not submit fully to your family. If you need me so bad…fly down on your golden beast.”

Aegon declared, “I will. I swear on the wretched seven.” You patted his cheek and shook your head, “Silly princeling, just stick to your whores. Let us enjoy the time we have.” The Prince sniffled, tucking his face back into your pillowy chest. You rolled your eyes and idly scritched his scalp, thinking about unrealistic futures.

You’d leave when the dragon prince drifted off into sleep. Then the affair must end, your heart was destined for Dorne. No dragons, parades, and petty politics were in the fires of your future. Still you uttered, “Sweet thing, sweet sweet princeling.”

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We pull the tail, now we see who bites.

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is going to probably be my first post because I have a Josh Hutcherson image in my drafts but I got too lazy to finish this, so this is going to be short and sweet. I just watched the Robin Hood 2018 adaptation for the 2nd time, and it’s great! Besides my Pookie Taron Egerton is in it so who could ask for more?? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and I highly suggest you watch the movie. ( It’s on Spectrum for free. :] ) Btw hopefully I can get that Josh Hutcherson image done soon.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries.

Wc: 1.2k

( Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol. )

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, hit you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

" I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. " You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

" Hey! " You heard Rob say from across the room, " Where are you goin- "

"I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. " You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. " Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. " He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off. " The cuts- uhm. " You stutter, " Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it. " you were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

[ I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon. ]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

~

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

it felt amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, low, groan from him, making a shiver run down your spine. You decide to go upstairs to see Rob, shirtless, only in his pants, with a wet bloody rag on his thigh where he got impaled. You tried your best not to say anything weird or out of pocket when you approached him.

" Do you want me to patch you up? " You decide to say, trying hard to only stare at his injury and nothing else.

" Yes, please. " He said, panting. You tried your best to hide it, but he noticed when you clenched your thighs together at his low voice and the state he was in right now.

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you kiss me? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he was just a few minutes ago screaming because he got impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

~

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 Filmes Do Feriadão 2

Prepare a pipoca e o refri, acomode-se em casa no sofá e faça em uma maratona de filmes bem divertidos que vai fazer você esquecer o mundo lá fora. De gêneros como: dramas a aventuras épicas, há filmes para todos os gostos. Se você é um amante de filmes, está vai em frente! Confira os filmes em destaque: 

Pânico no Lago 2

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Terror / 2007 

O chefe de polícia local se une a um paleontólogo de Nova York para achar o monstro que anda apavorando a cidade. A surpresa vem quando eles descobrem que estão enfrentando não apenas um crocodilo gigante, mas ( 3 )  três  

Pânico no Lago 2 TVRip Telecine Action

Velozes & Furiosos 7

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Ação / 2015

Velozes e Furiosos 7 acompanha Dom (Vin Diesel), Brian (Paul Walker), Letty (Michelle Rodriguez) e o resto da equipe após os acontecimentos em Londres. Apesar de terem suas chances de voltar para os Estados Unidos e recomeçarem suas vidas, a tranquilidade do grupo é destruída quando Deckard Shaw (Jason Statham), um assassino profissional, quer vingança pela morte de seu irmão. Agora, a equipe tem que se reunir para impedir este novo vilão. Mas dessa vez, não é só sobre ser veloz. A luta é pela sobrevivência.

Velozes & Furiosos 7 - Trailer Oficial

Kingsman: Serviço Secreto

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Ação / 2014

Eggsy (Taron Egerton) é um jovem com problemas de disciplina que parece perto de se tornar um criminoso. Determinado dia, ele entra em contato com Harry (Colin Firth), que lhe apresenta à agência de espionagem Kingsman. O jovem se une a um a equipe de recrutas em busca de uma vaga na agência. Ao mesmo tempo, Harry (Colin Firth) tenta impedir a ascensão do vilão Valentine (Samuel L. Jackson). Adaptação da série de quadrinhos criada por Mark Millar e Dave Gibbons.

Kingsman: Serviço Secreto | Terceiro Trailer Oficial Dublado HD | 2014

A Família do Futuro

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Comédia / 2007

Lewis (Daniel Hansen) é um jovem responsável por invenções brilhantes e surpreendentes. Seu mais recente trampo é o escâner de memória, uma máquina que o auxiliara a encontrar sua mãe biológica, o que permitirá que ele enfim tenha uma família. Porém antes mesmo de utilizá-la a máquina é roubada pelo Bandido do Chapéu Coco (Stephen J. Anderson). Lewis (Daniel Hansen) recebe então a visita de Wilbur Robinson (Wesley Singerman), um jovem misterioso que o leva em uma viagem no tempo. Já no futuro Lewis (Daniel Hansen) conhece os Robinsons, a família de Wilbur Robinson (Wesley Singerman), que o auxiliara a recuperar o escâner de memória.

Trailer | A Família do Futuro (2007) Dublado

Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte: Parte 2

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Ação / 2011

Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte - Parte 2, Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe) e seus amigos Rony Weasley (Rupert Grint) e Hermione Granger (Emma Watson) seguem à procura das horcruxes. O objetivo do trio é encontrá-las e, em seguida, destruí-las, de forma a eliminar lorde Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes) de uma vez por todas. Com o auxílio do duende Grampo (Warwick Davis), eles entram no banco Gringotes de forma a invadir o cofre de Bellatrix Lestrange (Helena Bonham Carter). De lá retornam ao castelo de Hogwarts, onde precisam encontrar mais uma horcrux. Paralelamente, Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes) prepara o ataque definitivo ao castelo. 

Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte: Parte 2 - Trailer 2 (legendado) [HD]

Transformers

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Ação / 2007

Durante anos os Autobots e os Decepticons, duas raças alienígenas robóticas, duelaram em Cybertron, seu planeta natal. Esta guerra fez com que o planeta fosse destruído, resultando que os robôs se espalhassem pelo universo. Megatron (Hugo Weaving), o líder dos Decepticons, vem à Terra em busca da Allspark, um cubo de Cybertron que possibilita que qualquer aparelho eletrônico seja transformado num robô com inteligência própria. Megatron (Hugo Weaving) encontra a Allspark, mas fica congelado no Ártico. Décadas depois outros Decepticons chegam à Terra, numa tentativa de encontrar a Allspark. Seu surgimento logo alerta os principais países, em especial os Estados Unidos, que tem uma base militar no Qatar atacada. Enquanto o Secretário de Defesa John Keller (Jon Voight) tenta descobrir o que está havendo, reunindo todas as forças e informações possíveis, Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) tem preocupações mais simples: conseguir uma boa nota no colégio, o que lhe garantirá seu 1º carro. Mas o que ele não esperava era que o veículo escolhido, um Camaro antigo, tinha vida própria.

ransformers (2007) Trailer #1 | Movieclips Classic Trailers

Por Água Abaixo

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Comédia / 2006

Roddy (Hugh Jackman) é um rato de estimação que vive em um luxuoso apartamento em Kensington e tem dois hamsters, Gilbert e Sullivan, como mordomos. Um dia surge no local Sid (Shane Richie), um rato sujo que é expelido pelo esgoto da pia. Sid (Shane Richie) acha que tirou a sorte grande, mas Roddy (Hugh Jackman) quer se livrar dele o mais rápido possível. Para tanto tenta enganá-lo, dizendo que a privada é na verdade uma banheira e tentando convencer Sid (Shane Richie) a entrar nela. Porém Sid (Shane Richie) não é bobo e empurra Roddy (Hugh Jackman) para a privada, dando a descarga em seguida. Roddy (Hugh Jackman) passa pelos esgotos e chega à cidade de Ratópolis. Lá ele encontra Rita (Kate Winslet), uma ratazana que trabalha com seu barco que é a única que pode auxilia-lo a voltar para casa.

Flushed Away (2006) Trailer #1 | Movieclips Classic Trailers

Star Wars: Os Últimos Jedi

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Ação / 2017

Star Wars: Os Últimos Jedi , depois de encontrar o mítico e recluso Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) em uma ilha isolada, Rey (Daisy Ridley) busca entender o balanço da Força a partir dos ensinamentos do Mestre Jedi. Paralelamente, a Primeira Ordem de Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) se reorganiza para enfrentar a Resistência.

Trailer final - Star Wars: Os Últimos Jedi - 14 de dezembro nos cinemas

Homem-Aranha

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 Ação / 2002

Peterc é um estudioso que vive com seus tios, Ben (Cliff Robertson) e May (Rosemary Harris), desde que seus pais faleceram. Inteligente e com um grande interesse pela ciência, Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire) tem dificuldade em se relacionar com seus colegas, por ser tímido e por eles o considerarem um nerd. Até que, em uma demonstração científica, um acidente inesperado faz com que aranha modificada geneticamente pique Peter (Tobey Maguire). A partir de então seu corpo é quimicamente alterado pela picada da aranha, fazendo com que Peter (Tobey Maguire) possa escalar paredes e tetos, emitir pelos punhos um fluido ultra-resistente semelhante à uma teia de aranha e passe a ter um "sentido de aranha", que o avisa sempre que há perigo por perto, além de superforça e visão ampliada. Inicialmente Peter (Tobey Maguire) pensa em usar seus novos poderes para ganhar dinheiro, adotando o nome de Homem-Aranha e se apresentando em lutas de exibição. Porém, ao permitir que um ladrão fuja por não considerar sua função capturá-lo, o fugitivo acaba assassinando seu tio Ben (Cliff Robertson). A partir de então, Peter (Cliff Robertson) decide não mais usar seus poderes para proveito próprio e sim para enfrentar o mal, tendo como seu primeiro grande desafio enfrentar o psicótico Duende Verde (Willem Dafoe), que na verdade é o empresário Norman Osborn após ter sido exposto à um gás experimental que lhe deu uma segunda personalidade e grande força física.

Spider-Man (2002) Official Trailer 1 - Tobey Maguire Movie

Avatar

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Ação / 2009

Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) ficou paraplégico após um combate na Terra. Ele é selecionado para participar do programa Avatar em substituição ao seu irmão gêmeo, falecido. Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) viaja a Pandora, uma lua extraterrestre, onde encontra diversas e estranhas formas de vida. O local é também o lar dos Na'Vi, seres humanóides que, apesar de primitivos, possuem maior capacidade física que os humanos. Os Na'Vi têm três metros de altura, pele azulada e vivem em paz com a natureza de Pandora. Os humanos desejam explorar a lua, de forma a encontrar metais valiosos, o que faz com que os Na'Vi aperfeiçoem suas habilidades guerreiras. Como são incapazes de respirar o ar de Pandora, os humanos criam seres híbridos chamados de Avatar. Eles são controlados por seres humanos, através de uma tecnologia que permite que seus pensamentos sejam aplicados no corpo do Avatar. Desta forma Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) pode novamente voltar à ativa, com seu Avatar percorrendo as florestas de Pandora e liderando soldados. Até conhecer Neytiri (Zoe Saldana), uma feroz Na'Vi que conhece acidentalmente e que serve de tutora para sua ambientação na civilização alienígena.

Avatar | Trailer Oficial Dublado

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Friday Releases for March 31

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for March 31 include Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Tetris, Murder Mystery 2, and more.

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, the new movie from John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein, is out today.

A charming thief and a band of unlikely adventurers undertake an epic heist to retrieve a lost relic, but things go dangerously awry when they run afoul of the wrong people.

Tetris

Tetris, the new movie from Jon S. Baird, is out today.

The game you couldn’t put down, the story you couldn’t make up.

Taron Egerton stars in a new Apple Original Film inspired by the true story of how one man risked his life to outsmart the KGB and turn Tetris into a worldwide sensation.

Murder Mystery 2

Murder Mystery 2, the new movie from Jeremy Garelick, is out today.

Four years after solving their first murder mystery, Nick and Audrey Spitz (Adam Sandler, Jennifer Aniston) are now full-time detectives struggling to get their private eye agency off the ground when they’re invited to celebrate the wedding of their friend the Maharaja (Adeel Akhtar) on his private island. But trouble follows the Spitzes again when the groom is kidnapped for ransom soon after the festivities begin — making each glamorous guest, family member, and the bride herself a suspect. MURDER MYSTERY 2 sends Nick and Audrey Spitz on a high-stakes case that finally gives them everything they’ve ever dreamed of: a shot at their detective agency finally becoming successful… and their long-awaited trip to Paris.

Rye Lane

Rye Lane, the new movie from Raine Allen-Miller, is out today.

Yas (Vivian Oparah) and Dom (David Jonsson), two twenty-somethings both reeling from bad break-ups, connect over the course of an eventful day in South London - helping each other deal with their nightmare exes, and potentially restoring their faith in romance.

Kill Boksoon

Kill Boksoon, the new movie from Sung-hyun Byun, is out today.

At work, she’s a renowned assassin. At home, she’s a single mom to a teenage daughter. Killing? That’s easy. It’s parenting that’s the hard part.

Space Oddity

Space Oddity, the new movie from Kyra Sedgwick, is out today.

When Alex gives up on earth and decides to leave it all behind for a one-way mission to Mars, an unexpected romance forces him to choose between an uncertain journey to the stars or an even more uncertain journey of the heart.

A Thousand And One

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A THOUSAND AND ONE follows unapologetic and free-spirited Inez (Teyana Taylor), who kidnaps her six-year-old son Terry from the foster care system. Holding onto their secret and each other, mother and son set out to reclaim their sense of home, identity, and stability, in a rapidly changing New York City.

BAIT

BAIT, the new movie from Mark Jenkin, is out today.

Martin Ward is a cove fisherman, without a boat. His brother Steven has repurposed their father’s vessel as a tourist tripper, driving a wedge between the brothers. With their childhood home now a get-away for London money, Martin is displaced to the estate above the picturesque harbor.

Smoking Causes Coughing

Smoking Causes Coughing, the new movie from Quentin Dupieux, is out today.

SMOKING CAUSES COUGHING follows the misadventures of a team of five superheroes known as the Tobacco Force - Benzene (Gilles Lellouche), Nicotine (Anaïs Demoustier), Methanol (Vincent Lacoste), Mercury (Jean-Pascal Zadi), and Ammonia (Oulaya Amamra). After a devastating battle against a diabolical giant turtle, the Tobacco Force is sent on a mandatory week-long retreat to strengthen their decaying group cohesion. Their sojourn goes wonderfully well until Lézardin, Emperor of Evil, decides to annihilate planet Earth.

The Power

The Power, the new TV series from Raelle Tucker, Naomi Alderman, and Sarah Quintrell, is out today.

The world of The Power is our world, but for one twist of nature. Suddenly, and without warning, teenage girls develop the power to electrocute people at will. The Power follows a cast of remarkable characters from London to Seattle, Nigeria to Eastern Europe, as the Power evolves from a tingle in teenagers’ collarbones to a complete reversal of the power balance of the world.

Troublemaker

Troublemaker, the new game from Gamecom Team and Freedom Games, is out today.

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Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale

Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale, the new album from Tyler, The Creator, is out today.

The Great Escape

The Great Escape, the new album from Larry June and The Alchemist, is out today.

I’M REALLY LIKE THAT

I’M REALLY LIKE THAT, the new album from DJ Drama, is out today.

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Taron Egerton: My Handsome Bad Boy!

Note: This wasn’t a request but it is something that I was very excited to write and I really hope that you enjoy it too. Please excuse all the mistakes in this.

P.S.: This is day 7 of the imagine a day.

Enjoy!

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April 1st 2014 was a day that neither Tess or Taron would forget. It was the day that they met and although their relationship took awhile to develop, it was worth the wait in the end. “Good morning my angel.” Taron said as he walked into the bedroom with a tray full of breakfast foods. Tess sat up and smiled at her husband. “Good morning handsome.” Tess said as he set the tray on her lap and sat next her. “This smells amazing. Thank you baby.” Tess said as Taron leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. “You’re welcome. I have a gift for you by the way.” Taron said as he carefully got off the bed to retrieve the gift bag he had gotten for her. “You didn’t have to get me anything. Being married to you is enough.” Tess said through a mouthful of eggs. “First of all, thank you and second of all, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” Taron said as he handed her the bag. Tess looked at him with her brow raised and he smiled sheepishly as he knew that his eating habits weren’t that great either.

 “Just open it please.” He said as he sat back down and watched her in anticipation. Tess opened her gift and a huge smile spread across her face. “This place is really expensive baby.” Tess said as she looked at him. Taron had booked his wife a spa day at a well known spa called beauté celeste (Heavenly Beauty in French). “It’s our first anniversary and I wanted to do this for you. I know things have been kind of crazy lately and I felt that it was time for you to have some time to yourself and just breathe.” Taron explained as Tess smiled even bigger. “Sarah is going with you as well. You two need a good catch up.” Taron continued as Tess put the gift to one side. “I love you so much Taron.” Tess said softly as the two of them got caught up in a romantic morning.

Meanwhile at the Madden household, Sarah was rushing around trying to wrangle her and Richard’s two kids, David and Jessa. David and Jessa were twins and loved keeping their parents on their toes and this morning was no different. “Richard! Can you please come and get your children. I need to go.” Sarah called from the entry way. “Just a minute.” Richard called from his den. “You said that five minutes ago and right now I’m tempted to let them play out the front unsupervised.” Sarah called back with annoyance. Richard hearing this jumped up and went to get his children so that his wife could go. “Right, say goodbye to mama.” Richard said as he held each child on either hip. “Bye mama.” Jessa said sweetly before laying her little head on Richard’s shoulder. “Bye my little ones. I love you all.” Sarah said as she hurried out the door where Tess was waiting. “I am so sorry bub. The kids wouldn’t listen and Richard didn’t want to leave his bear cave.” Sarah said as the women laughed and drove in the direction of the spa. Once they had arrived, they were escorted to where they would spend the next few hours being pampered.

With Tess being out of the house, it was time for Taron to put the finishing touches on the special dinner he had planned for his wife. Before I go on and tell you what he had planned for the night, you should know this. Both Tess and Taron had a great sex life but like with anything, it was beginning to get a little too predictable and while they were cuddling on the sofa one night, Tess had suggested trying something new like role play or bondage to spice things up. Taron had made a mental note to use the idea of bondage and role play for their one year wedding anniversary.  

When the time got closer for Taron to get himself ready, he stood in front the mirror and tried to decide whether or not to shave and whether or not he should leave the hoop in his ear. After careful consideration, he decided to leave the scruff and leave the hoop in his ear. He smiled to himself as he knew exactly what was to come. Taron dressed himself in his tanned suit and gave himself the once over, knowing that his wife was going to flip over this whole idea of him dressed the way he is.

(for people other my main chick, this is the level of scruff on his face. Thank you @sarahegerton96 for editing this for me.)

(for people other than my little Sugar Pop, this is the suit that Taron puts on and this is also showing you the length of his hair. If you haven’t guessed already, this is a Dean Karny role play imagine.)

When Tess got home, she found the house empty. She went over to the kitchen to grab something to drink and as she passed the breakfast bar, her eyes landed on a note from her husband. Tess smiled to herself and picked up the note to read it. 

‘My darling Tess, I hope that you have enjoyed your pampering. I look forward to hearing all about it over dinner. Go to our room and look in the closet. In there you will find something waiting for you. Once you have changed, go to the Hilton and at the front desk, ask for Mr. Edwards. There you will be given a key, go up to the penthouse. I will be waiting patiently for you.

Love always,

Mr. Edwards.’

Tess felt butterflies erupt in her belly at the thought of what could be waiting for her and at the thought of Taron using an alias. She rushed upstairs to the closet and there her eyes landed on a beautiful floor length black dress. 

(Black dress Taron chose for her.)

Tess grinned from ear to ear and ran her fingers over the material. As she stared at the dress for a few minutes, an idea popped into her head. She went to her lingerie stash and pulled out her newest set that she knew Taron would like. When she was all ready, she rushed out the door and went to the Hilton just as the note had said to do. 

The Hilton was full of important people and Tess felt a little out of place. She held her head high and walked to the front desk. “H-hello, I’m supposed t-to meet M-Mr, Edwards.” Tess stuttered as she felt her nerves rise in her chest. “You’re one lucky woman.” The clerk said as she smirked and handed Tess the key to the penthouse. ”Enjoy your evening Tess.” The clerk said as Tess looked at her slightly taken back. She went to the elevator and walked to the room where she was to meet her husband. When she unlocked the door, she was met with a path of tea light candles which led to Taron leaning back in a chair staring seductively at his wife. Tess knew something was up by the way Taron was sitting there in a candle lit room with seduction oozing from every pore on his body. Taron stood up and sauntered over to Tess, never breaking eye contact. Tess bit her lip as his fingers brushed against the skin of her neck. Taron placed soft small kisses on her exposed skin. Tess moaned lowly and Taron smirked to himself. He gently took her hand in his and looked her in the eye. “We better be quick before my wife catches us.” Taron said, now sporting an American accent. Tess was putty in his hands. She looked at him and she could see the smirk in his eyes. Taron led her to the dinning area that was adorned with the most lavish of decorations. Tess’s jaw dropped in awe. She was floored with just how amazing everything looked. As they stood at the table, Taron pulled out the chair. “Why thank you Mr. Karny.” Tess Teased, now understanding where this was going. Taron smirked and walked to his seat. “So tell me, what do you have planned for us tonight?” Tess said seductively. Taron bit his lip and leaned forward, as did Tess. “I’m not telling.” Taron whispered dangerously. Tess squeezed her legs shut as she felt her husband’s foot rub up her leg. The couple ate dinner while they flirted and Tess was finding it hard to concentrate on anything.

Just as they finished their food, Taron abruptly stood up and Tess jumped. “Is everything ok?” She asked with concern. “I want dessert.” Taron stated as he took her by the arm and pulled her into him. Taron captured Tess’s lips in a intense kiss. Tess moaned into the kiss and Taron chuckled against her lips. he pulled away and his eyes instantly turned black with lust. Tess lowered her head to his neck and began to kiss just below his ear. Taron’s eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure washed over him. Tess smiled as she felt the vibration of a moan in his throat. To tease him farther, she took the earring between her teeth a gently tugged on it. Taron turned to putty in her hands and she knew it too. Taron slightly pushed her away. When Taron raised his brow at her, she knew in that moment that he had well and truly become one with Dean Karny. 

(from this moment on, I will be referring to Taron as Dean.)

Dean threw Tess over his shoulder and stalked over to the bed. He placed the woman on the bed and opened the bedside drawer. Dean pulled out bondage rope, a blind fold and a gag just to start with. He gave her the side eye as he gaged her reaction. She looked at him with wide eyes. She felt the flutters of excitement course through her veins. Dean turned fully toward her and slowly removed her dress. What he didn’t expect was the brand new sexy lingerie underneath. He felt his cock twitch and he had to supress a moan. 

(The lingerie she wears.)

“I think I killed him.” Tess giggled when Dean didn’t move and kept his eyes on her body whilst drooling. He snapped out of his daze as he glared at her the way he had never done before. Tess immediately stopped her giggles and held her wrists for him, knowing what he had planned. He laughed darkly at her. “Lay back and place them above your head.” He replied as he tied the gag around her mouth. Her pussy started dripping at the idea of what was to come. She did as she was told. He took his time with binding her wrists to the bedframe. Tess let out a cry when he purposely tightened the rope. Tess whimpered and Dean lightly smacked her thigh. “There will be no sound from you other wise I will not let you cum. Do you understand me?” Dean warned. Tess nodded in agreement and he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He breathed out. Tess felt shivers down her spine and out of nowhere, Dean pulled out a feather. She looked at him questioningly. He took the blind fold and placed it over her eyes, making sure she couldn’t see. when he was satisfied, he picked up the feather and began to run it over her body. Tess tried her best to supress a moan but the closer he got to her dripping core, the harder it got.

Dean stopped his motions and got off the bed to strip himself of his clothing. As he did so, he watched Tess’s body writhe in impatience. “Oi.” He said. Tess stopped and tried to pout but the blindfold and gag made that next to impossible. Once Dean was fully naked, he hovered above her panties and eventually kissed her core over the cloth. Tess bucked her hips and Dean sighed. “Keep doing that and I’ll stop.” He said sternly. Tess wanted to whine but she knew that she better not. “Good girl.” Dean praised as pulled her panties down with his teeth. When her bottom half was exposed to him, he licked her juices until he could feel Tess begin to shake. He knew that she was close but he wanted to tease her a little more. He pulled away from her and watched her for a few minutes. Just when she thought he had left, Dean thrusted his fingers inside of her, causing Tess to cry out. Dean ripped his fingers from her and Tess whined. “I guess you don’t want to continue.” He teased. Tess tried to talk and Dean decided to place his hand over her neck and slightly squeeze. “Shut your mouth.” He said sinisterly. Tess trembled as Dean shoved his cock inside her causing her to cry out as she felt her walls being stretched to the max. He allowed her that one cry as he knew that she usually needed a little coaxing before he pushed himself in. 

Tess pulled at the rope as she felt her orgasm building. Dean felt her clench and he pulled out and decided to take her blindfold and gag off. “I’m not letting you cum.” He said simply as he hovered over her and removed her bra so that he could devour her breasts. “Shit. Fck me daddy.” Tess screamed as Dean bit down on her nipple. She arched her back into him and moaned. “Stop moaning or the blindfold and gag go back on.” He mumbled against her skin. “I can’t help myself.” She whined. Dean smiled up at her. “Tell me what you want sweet cheeks.” He replied. “I want you to fuck my brains out please daddy.” Tess responded as Dean bit his lip. He felt his cock twitch and so did Tess. She knew what to call him now if she wanted to get what she wanted. Dean invaded her pussy again but this time more harshly. “Fuck yes daddy. Harder.” Tess begged before she bit his collarbone and scratched up and down his . Dean growled and snapped his hips into her with a force neither of them had ever experienced before. She never thought that her husband had this much stamina in bed. Sweat dripped from Dean’ s hair and glistened against his skin as they both reached their climaxes. Tess knew she would feel the after effects in the morning but for the ecstasy that it brought to her body, it was worth it. Dean flopped on top of Tess as they panted more than they ever had. “I know you’re spent my handsome bad boy but can you please release my wrists?” Tess asked when she had somewhat caught her breath. 

(I’m now switching back to Taron.)

Taron nodded and slowly pulled out of his wife and undid her wrists. He fell to the mattress with sweat still rolling off his body. Tess laid her head on her husband’s chest. The sound of hi heart racing was enough to cause her pussy to become wet once again. “I didn’t think you had that in you.” Tess said as Taron tiredly smiled down at her. “I didn’t expect you to be on board with this or for you to call me daddy.” He replied. Tess looked up at him and kissed him passionately, letting her tongue meet her husband’s tongue. Both of moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Think you have enough energy for round two?” Tess asked. “Yes but not for that level. Just enough to make love to you slowly.” He replied as Tess smiled and move a wet strand of hair from his forehead and laced her fingers in his hair, causing him to close his eyes. Tess got on top of her husband and slid him inside and they continued to make love well into the next morning.

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[khaleesi-ren]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Rocketman (2019) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Taron Egerton/Richard Madden, Richard Madden/Froy Gutierrez Characters: Richard Madden, Froy Gutierrez, Taron Egerton, mention of Brandon Flynn Additional Tags: Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Sexting, on line sex, Voyeurism Summary:

Maybe Froy is finally the guy who will help Richard to overcome an old ghost that continues to play with him.

[oh2e]

You know those people who look such a way that you can’t quite decide if they’re attractive or not? Yeah I hate that. Give me a clear cut distinction any day

[mavspeed]

what’s it like to hate rocketman knowing it already has major Oscar buzz, had phenomenal test reactions, and is gonna go down in history as one of the few gayest movies ever like I wanna know how that L taste for y’all

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

HEADCANON MASTERLIST

Dating Would Include

Marvel

Date Night Avengers Dating All the Avengers  Dating Loki as Persephone Dating Sam Wilson Peter Parker Steve Rogers Pre-Serum Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes 1940s Bucky Barnes Tony Stark Bruce Banner Clint Barton Natasha Romanoff Thor Loki All of the Avengers

Harry Potter

Dating James Potter Dating Sirius Black Dating Remus Lupin Dating Harry Potter Dating Draco Malfoy Dating Ron Weasley Dating Fred Weasley  Dating George Weasley

Grey’s Anatomy

Dating Derek Shepherd Dating Mark Sloan Dating Alex Karev Dating Jackson Avery Dating Owen Hunt Dating Lexie Grey Dating Meredith Grey Dating April Kepner Dating Cristina Yang

TV

Dating Jim Halpert Dating Dean Winchester Dating Sam Winchester Dating Nick Miller Dating Joey Tribbiani Dating Chandler Bing Dating Ross Geller

Movies

Dating Tangerine

Real People

Dating Jesse Williams’ [Justin Chambers’ Sister] Dating Elvis Presley Dating Sebastian Stan Dating Chris Evans Dating Austin Butler Dating Dom Harrison [YUNGBLUD] Dating Tom Holland Dating Tom Hiddleston

Being Would Include 

Marvel

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter Being Tony Stark and Wonder Woman’s Daughter Being Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter’s Daughter  Being BFF’s with Thor  Being Steve Rogers Girlfriend and Bucky’s Sister Being Steve Rogers’ Girlfriend and Tony’s Daughter

Real People

Being Pregnant With Jesse Williams’ Baby [ONE] Being Pregnant With Jesse Williams’ Baby [TWO] Being Pregnant With Jesse Williams’ Baby [THREE]

NSFW Alphabet

Elvis Presley Dom Harrison [YUNGBLUD] Sebastian Stan Chris Evans Austin Butler Dean Winchester Sirius Black [Marauders Era] Remus Lupin [Marauders Era] James Potter [Marauders Era]

Mood Boards

Harry Potter

Daisy Evans Lily Evans Sirius Black James Potter  Remus Lupin Peter Pettigrew Marlene McKinnon Alice Fortescue Frank Longbottom Severus Snape

Social Imagines

Texts

Texting Your Boyfriend Taron Egerton  Dating Jesse Williams  Engagement Leak by Tom Holland 

Instagram

Having a Baby with Jesse Williams Playing Xbox with Tom Holland  Birthday Outings with Dean Winchester Chris Evans x Erin O’Connell Wedding Day Scott Evans on Chris’ Wedding Day  Erin O’Connell x Maria Vega  Winchester Family Outings 

Twitter

Dating Jesse Williams 

Snapchat

Late Nights with Tom Holland 

[rorywritesjunk]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: PG-13 to start. Chapters will be rated depending on content. Warning: Slow burn. AFAB nonbinary character. Buggy is touch starved and a virgin who thrives on praise. He's also a bit of a mess because he's thinking he's going to finally be killed by Crocodile. Set with the Cross Guild but won't be a poly fic (as much as I love that unf). However, mentions of past/somewhat present TaronxCrocodile stuff. Also Buggy is bratty, whining, a little pathetic. He doesn't want to do anything. Word Count: 1,850. A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic. This came from another fic I wrote for another fandom that I never posted but it was pure self indulgent. I decided to do it with the clown and change it up. Originally thought of making this a dom!Buggy fic but after a poll and how I started writing it, I decided to stick with sub!Buggy.

Title comes from "Take Me To Church" by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7

Chapter 2

The first few mornings were rough. Taron was an early riser, already dressed and ready when they would enter Buggy’s room with a cup of coffee for him before waking him up. They would try shaking him awake before kicking the mattress, and when that didn’t work they’d pull the blankets off, ignore his naked body, and shove him out of bed. Each time he landed face down on his nose, startling him awake. As he screamed threats and obscenities at Taron, they’d open up his wardrobe and start picking out his outfit. That usually helped to get Buggy ready faster as he didn’t trust them to pick out the right clothes.

This was the fifth day. Buggy was sitting at breakfast with a swollen nose from his wake up call. He was already dressed for the day, not looking forward to more paperwork Taron would find for him to deal with. They really were good at their job. They didn’t allow him to get distracted, already threatening to use a sea prism stone on him if he tried to use his powers to get away. 

The reward for a job well done was a piece of candy which Buggy hated to admit but he looked forward to the little treat they’d pull from their pocket and set on the table after he signed ten different forms. One time they even put their hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch, but it was followed by a gentle, “Good job, Buggy.” before they went to get him a refill on his drink.

It… was hard to relax around them. In many ways they reminded Buggy of Crocodile, which as he tried to ask questions about Taron, trying to get to know them, there wasn’t much coming out at first. All he knew was that after dinner, Taron would head to Crocodile’s tent for a few hours before coming back to sleep in their own bed. 

Buggy strummed his pen against the stack of papers, looking across the table at Taron as they filled out a planner of Buggy’s meetings and appointments. It was almost lunch time and Buggy had been at this for hours. Taron did let him get up and stretch his legs, even if he whined and fussed the entire time about sitting for long periods of time, how his back hurt, his hand was covered in ink, everything sucked, but Taron tuned him out, pointing at his chair after he walked around the table a few times.

The day dragged on.

After lunch, Buggy was forcing himself to head back to the table to complete another mountain of paper when Taron stopped him.

“Let’s take a few minutes to get some fresh air, okay?” They suggested. “You’ve been working hard today, Buggy.”

He hated how in just a few days having this stranger give him such simple praise made him yearn for it. Mihawk and Crocodile would never say such words to him, yet Taron said he was doing a good job so kindly he thought he'd lose his mind for a moment.

“It's bright outside.” Buggy whined as the two of them walked along. He was dressed in some of his best clothes, wearing his hat and jacket, looking every bit of what a pirate captain should look like. Taron was just… not as eye-catching as Buggy in their clothes. That bothered him. If they were going to remain his assistant then they needed to have a different look. He side-eyed his assistant, looking them up and down. “Why do you dress like Crocodile?”

“I dress like me.” They replied, hands in their pockets and not looking at him. “Does the way I dress bother you?”

“Yes! You work for me, you should dress to impress!” Buggy insisted as he stomped his foot and glared at them. “Where's the color, where’s the glam? You look too much like Crocodile.”

“I like my clothes.” They told him with a glance in his direction; Buggy thought they looked amused, but it was fleeting. “I'm sorry I don't dress to your standards, but remember, I work for Crocodile to help you out.” They kicked a small rock out of their way. “You don't have a say in my appearance, Buggy.”

“Why?! That's not fair!” He huffed, clenching his fists.

“Life isn't fair.” Taron stopped abruptly as Buggy took a few extra steps ahead of them. “Come on, let's get back to the tent. We need to keep on schedule with the paperwork. I imagine you'll be caught up by the end of the week.”

“Why does it even matter?” Buggy grumbled as he reluctantly turned to follow them. This was so frustrating. He wondered what it would take to have Taron add a little flash to their outfits. It was bad enough that Crocodile hired them without asking Buggy, but the fact they dressed like him was terrible.

It wouldn't be too hard to sneak a sparkly cravat into their wardrobe, right?

~

Taron was off to Crocodile’s tent which for Buggy was the perfect time to sneak some flashy things into their wardrobe. He had Cabaji help him look for items in what Buggy thought to be their size, and if he replaced a shirt for a shirt then they would have to wear it.

Usually Taron was gone for a few hours which gave Buggy plenty of time to get into their clothes and change things around. It was worth the risk. He took their clothes out of their wardrobe, tossing them into piles on their bed while Cabaji removed the hangers, swapping their clothes for the ones Buggy picked out.

“These look like Crocodile's hand-me-downs.” Buggy said as he pulled a dark colored vest out, holding it against himself with a disgusted look on his face. “It's ridiculous.”

“That's because they are his hand-me-downs.”

Buggy froze and looked at Cabaji. He looked terrified, staring in the direction of the door. Swallowing nervously, Buggy turned to face the inevitable. Taron was standing at the door, expressionless, thankfully alone but that didn't help soothe Buggy’s fears. They were back earlier than Buggy expected. Why, why did they return so quickly? Why weren’t they with Crocodile? Were they about to kill Buggy?

“Is there something you need from my wardrobe?” Taron asked as they approached Buggy. They looked him over, reaching out to the vest he still felt, their fingers brushing over the fabric. “This isn't your color, you know.”

Buggy nervously watched as Taron leaned forward, hand reaching out but instead of grabbing Buggy by the throat, they took the garment from him. He slumped against the wardrobe. He didn't know what Taron was capable of, they must be strong, and they were finally here to get rid of him. Their other hand reached out and touched his face, causing him to flinch and jerk away.

“Buggy, I'm disappointed by your actions.” They sighed softly. “No candy for the rest of the week, I'm afraid, which is a pity because the paperwork tomorrow is going to be tedious.”

They stepped back and looked over at Cabaji. “Can you help him with this? I'm going to wash up. My clothes better be back on their hangers and in the wardrobe by the time I come out.”

They ignored the two as they grabbed their robe and headed out of the room. The other two stood still, both holding their breath as they waited to be sure they were gone. This… was a bad idea, going through their things, but Buggy was just so frustrated with the situation. He shoved the hanger back into the wardrobe and slammed the door shut.

~

Buggy kept glancing over at Taron during a meeting. They weren't saying anything yet around their neck was a lavender cravat with a shimmer to it, the one Buggy left with their things. They actually wore it and while he felt proud, he still awaited the inevitable.

Four days after rummaging through their clothes he was still alive so far.

He wasn't really listening to what Mihawk was saying, lost in his own world as he kept a nervous eye on Taron. They were taking notes, glancing up every few minutes at Mihawk as he spoke, nodding along with his words. Buggy swallowed nervously and finally glanced over at the other two members of the Cross Guild. Crocodile was looking over some things, a cigar in his mouth as his eyes darted across the papers in his hands. Mihawk was discussing something about whatever, Buggy had honestly tuned him out a while ago, so he didn’t know what the swordsman was going on about and didn’t really care.

Taron was just taking notes.

When the meeting was over and the two of them were released, Taron followed behind Buggy back to the tent. Crocodile had insisted there were more forms that needed Buggy’s signature and the clown didn’t understand where these were all coming from or what they were for. Taron followed behind Buggy, clutching the forms to their body as Buggy wondered if he could get a break. At least with Mihawk and Crocodile he knew when the punishment was coming, but Taron he couldn’t read. Nothing had happened yet, but Buggy knew it was just a matter of time before Taron would punish him for something.

They arrived back at the tent and to Buggy’s office. Taron placed the stack of forms at his seat before they went to make a fresh pot of coffee. Buggy just stared at the small mountain of papers, wondering how he could get out of it. He took a seat, brain trying to think of something.

He opened his mouth with some kind of excuse ready when Taron came over with a hot cup of coffee for him. They set it down before holding a piece of candy out to him. He tried to take it but they closed their hand and pulled back.

“This is an encouragement for you to start working, Buggy.” They told him as they started to unwrap it for him. “I decided the little rewards really do help you and that withholding them may not be the best choice if I want you to be productive.” They reached over for him, taking hold of him by the chin before pressing the sweet to his lips. “But you need to be good, Buggy, can you do that for me?”

There was that unsuspecting gentle touch that had Buggy gasping in surprise, nodding along with their request as they pushed the treat into his mouth carefully, letting their thumb rest against his bottom lip before releasing him and pulling back. Buggy’s heart was pounding, face flushed, and he tried not to choke on the candy as he watched them as they went to their own chair to work. The strawberry flavor of the candy was mellow, just enough to keep him focused on it as he kept an eye on Taron as he signed the papers.

He wondered what other rewards they would have for him.

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(from Dom Holmes's IG story just now)

The erasure is total, you guys.

The copy of the script I bought at the Ambassadors (in April, before they changed posters + programme + all the merch) still showed Taron's name. As it should, really??? Because TECHNICALLY on the 15th of March 2022 HE WAS PLAYING M ON STAGE????

Are they trying to gaslight us? Hello? 🙃

[illfoandillfie]

You Can Make It Up To Me

Ok sorry if its too late or its already been done just thought id ask anyway, for the 1000 followers celebration why not throw it back to the early days, what about a sequel to "I'll make it up to you" based on another time rog comes home after being away for a while? Maybe reader cant keep to her promise this time? 😊 have been hooked on your writing since I read that fic!! ❤

I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, edging and denial, chastity belt, oral sex (male receiving), facial, mentions of spanking though it doesn’t really feature, mentions of cockwarming though it doesn’t really feature either, it’s really just a fuckload of edging lmao

Words: 9,307

A/N: Listen, ya’ll should know by now I have a denial kink. You suggest a fic with edging and i fucking run with it.

This was another request from my 1000 followers celebration roughly a year ago. Apologies to the person who requested it for taking so long, I hope you’re still around and you see this! 

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You’d thought edging for a week was hard. Oh how wrong you’d been. A week was a piece of fucking cake compared to the two months you’d been asked to endure this time. Stupid Roger. Stupid you. You’d been a fool to agree to the edging challenge again. You let Roger sweet talk you and convince you it’d be fun and hot and maybe he was a little bit right. Maybe you were turned on just from the suggestion of being edged for an extended period of time. He knew that and he used it against you as he cooed about how much he loved seeing you desperate and how good it had been last time he’d been away and how much fun you’d had playing with it all those times since, but they’d all been so short and wouldn’t it be fun to go for longer. And that was all very true, but you’d still been an idiot to agree to it. Two months! What had you been thinking? You supposed it could be worse. They could have been doing the whole tour in one hit, leaving you with much longer to get through. But that was by the by really. You’d never have lasted longer. You hadn’t even lasted the two months you’d agreed to. Roughly half a month from Roger’s return and you’d fucked up. Gone over the edge without meaning to. And he was going to call at the previously agreed upon check in time and you’d have to tell him and then be punished when he got home. Maybe you could distract him, get him talking about the tour and stuff. Technically you were meant to save all the chatting for the end of the week when he could call earlier and spend longer on the phone but maybe he’d be so homesick he’d forget about the rules you’d agreed on. Or maybe you could just lie about it and get back into your edging routine and still be the same drippy mess he expected to find waiting for him on his return. Ten minutes until he was supposed to call. You had to make your mind up now.

 “Love?” “Hi Rog,” You were still apprehensive about the call but the weary drawl in his voice softened your worry, “you sound tired.” “Only just got back to the hotel, how’s my girl?” “Good, how are you? How’s the tour going?” “Love, you know this isn’t a social call, it’s a check in.” Damn. So much for distracting him. “Sorry, I just miss you.” “I miss you too Y/N.” “So let’s just talk for a minute.” A feeble last ditch effort really. “We can talk. About how your edging is going. Tell me what my slut’s been up to.” Double damn. “I’ve been edging Sir,” “Good. How many times today?” “Six.” “Only six?” “I, uh, I got caught up doing o-other things and, um, didn’t have as much time today,” you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. “Is that so? This from the same slut who told me about how she’d been so desperate while driving the two minutes to the supermarket that she’d pulled over halfway to knock one out.” His weariness seemed to evaporate with every word, “What were you doing that was so distracting?” “I- um, it was, um,” He let you stutter and sweat a little before he cut you off, “I’m starting to think you weren’t too preoccupied. I’m starting to think you disobeyed me.” “It was an accident,” you sighed, “I was edging and I slipped up and came. I’m sorry.” “Oh, love, that’s okay. Mistakes happen. And I know we’ve never done it for this long before and it must be so hard to keep stopping.” “It’s so hard!” you half laughed, relieved at his reaction. “I know. You’ve done so well.” “Thank you,” “But you know I will have to punish you when I get home right,” “Sir?” “Not because you slipped over the edge, that I understand completely. But you tried to hide it from me. So you’ll have to make it up to me.” “Yes Sir. How?” “I’m not sure yet. Have you edged much since you went over?” “No, I haven’t touched myself at all. I wasn’t sure I could start again and keep up with it.” “That’s okay. You did such a good job getting this far so we’re not going to worry about edging any more for these last…how many? I think ten days of the tour, whatever. You can have as many orgasms as you want. But I want you to keep count for me okay?” “Okay, yeah, I can do that.” “Yeah? That’s my girl. Why don’t you run grab your vibrator and let me hear you have one now,” “Now?” “I need something to wank to if I’m going to get to sleep any time soon.” “Right, give me two minutes to grab it.” “Take your time, love.”

 You hurried to the bedroom to pull open the draw where you kept your toys, not wanting to keep Roger waiting longer than you had to. Your fingers slipped a little as you quickly plugged it into the wall and positioned yourself, picking the phone up and pressing it back to your ear. “Okay, I got it,” “Let me hear it,” You turned it on for a couple of seconds. “Good girl. Now, what are you wearing?” Despite how worn out he must have felt Roger took his time. He made you describe the underwear you wore and told you how he wanted you to touch yourself over your knickers, made you tease yourself while he listened. He told you where to put the vibrator and on which setting and for how long. And you followed every instruction as best you could. You could feel the weeks of edging like every unachieved orgasm was gathered in the pit of your stomach. They made you ache for release. You told Roger as much, less eloquently, begging and whining rather than full sentences. There was a fear he’d lied about letting you cum or that at the very least he was going to make you wait for it. But he didn’t. All you had to say was please Sir and he told you to let go. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Relief washed through every inch of you as your pleasure cracked moans subsided. But he wasn’t finished, and he wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He gave you half a minute to catch your breath and thank him and then he told you to put the vibrator back against your clit. When you whined about being sensitive, he mocked you. His poor pathetic slut who was so worked up she just had to have an orgasm. “But I haven’t had mine and I told you I wanted to listen to you while I got off.” You came again as his grunts of release echoed down the phone line and he let you stop. But he was gentle as you caught your breath, soft words of praise making you feel warm and treasured. He made sure you were okay, reminding you to drink some water and get some rest, before he wished you goodnight, the tiredness returned to his voice, stronger than ever. But his parting reminder to keep count and expect his call the next night sent a shiver down your spine.

 Over the six and a half weeks since Roger had left you’d grown accustomed to X-rated dreams. Most nights ended with an edge or two and most mornings began the same way so it was no wonder your dreams quickly picked up the theme and ran with it. In them Roger returned early to surprise you and fuck your brains out. Or else he took you on tour and dressed you in skanky clothes that left nothing to the imagination so he could use you whenever he needed. Sometimes he’d share you with rooms full of men you didn’t recognise but understood worked with the band. Once or twice you’d woken up on the verge of release and cursed dream Roger for being so arousingly evil. You hadn’t expected to have one of those dreams after Roger overstimulated you on the phone but you woke the next morning grinding against the bunched up sheets, with a vague memory of Roger plowing you over his drumkit while a crowd of fans cheered him on. It wasn’t until you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes that you realised it couldn’t have been real. And it was followed by a moment of panic that you’d gone over the edge in your sleep before you remembered everything. The recollection brought a smile to your face as your fingers slipped between your legs. Still a little sore but you could avoid your clit, focus on trying to imitate the way Roger could finger fuck you to orgasm. You were laughing as you came, blissed out on just the notion of being allowed an orgasm. And not just one, as many as you wanted. It was tempting to take another just because you could but instead you forced yourself to get out of bed and start your morning routine. Of course you had to make some adjustments. You’d taken to edging in the shower each evening but instead you allowed yourself the luxury of a bath, coming with the tap gushing directly into your clit. And instead of mindlessly edging while you spread out on the couch and read, you let yourself get off to the erotic novel you were halfway through. It was incredible, even without Roger there to help. The tingle you’d get right before it hit, the one that used to make you pull your hand away. And then the rush of the actual release that made your whole body tense up before relaxing completely. You’d grown so accustomed to edging, gotten so used to the constantly building high that never ended. Actually being able to finish was like a drug and you kept going back for another hit. It was five times when Roger called though he made you do a sixth, once again explaining what he wanted, asking you how it felt. You didn’t complain, didn’t even consider it.

 It was the same most days though the number of orgasms you got out declined as Roger got closer to coming home. You were guaranteed one with every call he made to check in on how you were going, but more often than not it ended up being two or three. And he’d always ask for how many you’d had that day and then your total number of orgasms. Whenever you gave him the new numbers you could hear the scratch of a pen as he wrote it down. The night before he returned you reached thirty-nine. “Thirty-nine?” Roger let out a whistle that made you chuckle. “You wanna hear one more? Make it an even forty?” “No,” “Oh, really?” “It’s hilarious how disappointed you sound. But I think I’d like to give you number forty myself, in person.” “I suppose I can wait for that,” “Not long to go,” “You gonna miss touring?” “Yeah, a bit. But I’m gonna be even happier being back home with you.” “Getting to use your slut more like,” He let out a soft, breathy laugh, “There’s that, but also just getting to sleep in the same bed as you sounds so good right now. And your tea. I haven’t had a decent cup since I left.”

 You held off on the last orgasm, looking forward to one at Roger’s hands and not just his voice. A little hint of denial to round out the separation. A nice way to bookend the experience, even if you hadn’t managed to last the whole time. But your days of free flowing orgasms meant that his return wasn’t like last time, when you’d be so desperate for release you’d tried to jump him on the front steps. You could wait, let him get settled first. He’d probably want to shower, maybe eat something better than the plane food, maybe sleep off some of the travel, before sex even crossed his mind. Or rather, because it was Roger you were talking about, he was probably thinking about sex already but he’d want to make sure it was good for both of you even if that meant waiting a day or two. So you did what you could to make his return more comfortable, making sure the kettle was on when he arrived, calling out from the kitchen when you heard the door open. He greeted you with a tight hug and a soft kiss and followed it with a contented sigh as you handed him his favourite tea cup and led him out to the couch. He pulled you in close, entwined your fingers again as you chatted and relaxed. You figured that’s how the rest of the afternoon and evening would be, that you’d order take out and stay on the couch until you were ready to shuffle off to bed. So, when Roger’s hand, palm still warm where he’d been holding the teacup, landed on your thigh and began to creep higher, you were a little surprised. “Remind me what your total number of orgasms was again,” “Uh, thirty-nine Sir. But we don’-” “So you didn’t sneak in one more after I hung up?” “No, I wanted to wait for you.” “I’m here now,” “You sure you don’t want to rest? I can wait a bit longer,” “Love, I’ve spent the last however long sitting on a plane, think I’d like to do something a little more…physical.” You couldn’t stop from giggling, couldn’t deny your excitement at the turn the afternoon was taking. “Is that a yes?” “Yes, definitely.” “Then why don’t you go to the bedroom and strip. I’ll finish this perfect cuppa and meet you there. We could do your punishment too, if you’re up for it.” “What’s the punishment going to be, spanking or something?” “Or something,” he said with a laugh. “Okay, yeah, let’s get it over with then,” Roger just laughed again as he leaned forward to kiss you and then sent you on your way.

 “Good girl,” he cooed as he entered the room and saw you kneeling on the bed, your clothes scattered around the room, “You wanna know what your punishment is?” “Please,” “Well, because you tried to get away with cumming without permission, I’m going to edge you again. I think one for every orgasm you had sounds fair, don’t you?” “What? But…” “But what, love? You didn’t think I was going to give you a little spank and then forget about it, did you? I can’t have my slut thinking it’s okay to lie to me.” “But you said I could have those orgasms,” “I know. They were a reward for trying so hard to hold off for me. I’m not punishing you for accidentally going over the edge,” he stepped towards you as he spoke, reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your skin softly, “Sorry, I should have been clearer when I left that I wasn’t going to be upset if you didn’t last. Two months is a very long time and it’s hard to keep edging when you’re on your own, especially if you’ve never gone that long before. All I wanted was for you to try and you tried so hard and did so well. I couldn’t be prouder. But then when you did go over, you tried to keep it from me and that’s not on. I expect you to tell me when something like that happens. Otherwise what’s the point in agreeing to all this submissive stuff?” “Sorry, Sir, I know I should have told you,” “Thank you but you’re not getting out of it so easily. Lie back for me,” With a deep breath you did as he asked, shifting against the mattress to get comfortable. “Remind me what your safe word is,” “Red, Sir,” “Good, don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” You nodded as you watched him walk to the cupboard, your hands already rising over your head in anticipation. He chuckled when he saw you waiting, “so you agree then, I need to tie you down.” “Thirty-nine’s a lot, I won’t be able to stay still,” “Of course you won’t, you’re a needy whore who likes to cum more than’s good for you. Spread your legs for me too, I’m going to tie your ankles.” You did as you were told, earning another chuckle from Roger as he took one wrist and tied it to the corner of the bed frame.

 He made you wait there, on display and unable to move, spread eagle on the bed, as he stripped down to his briefs and then stood over you, looking you up and down as if deciding how best to torture you. “Already a little wet,” he said softly, fingers brushing over your pussy. You stayed quiet, worrying at your lip. “I said,” he slapped your thigh and made you jolt, “Already. A little. Wet.” “I’ve been thinking about this since your last call, Sir.” Another slap, this one directly on your pussy, “Hmmm, thirty-nine orgasms in ten days and you’re already asking for more? Such a good slut for me. I’d have loved to see what kind of a mess you were by the time you accidentally came.” You whined as his fingers teased your entrance but he ignored you and kept talking. “I’ll do my best to get you dripping again now but I think I might need to give you a hand getting started, huh,” his fingers left you as he moved to the draws and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. He spread a dollop over two digits before slipping them inside you easily. Instinctively your hips rose to meet him, encouraging his fingers to sink deeper into you. “Maybe I’ll give you a few weeks break and then we might try again, see if you can’t go the whole two months while I’m here. I’ll help you be a good girl, keep you from going over. And then we can see just how drippy you get. I imagine you won’t be able to wear knickers for more than an hour before they’re soaked through. But it’ll make you easy to use. A self-lubricating little toy for me to play with. So desperate and needy.” He grinned as he stretched you out, using his other thumb to collect some of your rapidly pooling arousal and spreading it over your clit, paying close attention to how you jerked in your restraints, watching for any sign of the release you weren’t allowed, “You like the sound of that?” “Y-yes, Sir,” “Thought you would. I definitely do.” He shifted the position of his fingers seamlessly, almost second nature. “Fuck, close, ‘m close,” He pulled both hands away from you, smoothing them over your thighs, “Thank you for telling me.” The familiar disappointment of a subsiding orgasm made you sigh but otherwise you kept quiet, not wanting Roger to hear you complain after just one edge. The first of many. Roger waited thirty seconds before he started in on you again, enough time for the orgasm to completely disappear so he could slowly rebuild the pleasure to the same point before he pulled his hands away again. There was another half minute pause before he repositioned his fingers where you so badly wanted them to be and began building you up once more. “What a pitiful little whine that was. And we’re only just getting started, love.” Roger stilled his fingers as he laughed again. “Fuck,” “Maybe. If you’re lucky. But for now,” he curled his fingers inside you, watching every reaction closely as he pumped them into you, stilling as you neared the edge again. He didn’t remove them though, just held them in you as you calmed so he could begin again as soon as you’d settled. “That’s three done, thirty-six to go,” You groaned but nodded your acceptance.  Roger played you as well as he would any of his instruments, keeping you right at the edge as you jerked and jolted in your restraints, desperately trying to get just a little more, one more thrust, one more stroke, anything to finally feed the craving. It was blissful torture. But it was so much better with him physically there. Edging for him on your own was fine but nothing beat the way it felt to have him do it for you. The pure submission, the total lack of control. He owned your orgasms. You willingly gave them to him and now he owned them, controlled them.

 Roger enjoyed it as much as you did, the evidence becoming clearer with every pleading whine you gave him, though you were too distracted to notice. It only became obvious to you how turned on he was when he got up to take his underwear off and your eyes fell to his erect cock. He settled himself back between your legs and tapped the head of his dick against your sensitive clit. “What d’you think, slut? Should I fuck you now?” “Please,” “Awww you really want it don’t you?” “Yes, yes Sir, I really want it,” “My good little whore likes Sir’s cock, doesn’t she?” “Yeah,” “Especially in her cunt,” “Yeah,” “Yeah. But we have a problem.” Roger shuffled over you, straddling your hips, “See, it’s been a while.” “Months, Sir,” Roger chuckled, “Exactly, months. And I just worry that I’m going to enjoy being in your cunt again so much that I forget to edge you. And I don’t want that. Not after you’ve been so good for me.” “It’s okay Sir, you can fuck me. I promise I’ll be good,” “I know you would try to be good, but accidents could happen and I’m not ready to let you cum yet, even accidentally. What kind of a punishment would that be? So, instead, I’m going to use another hole I’ve missed, okay?” You agreed, though really it didn’t feel like you had many other options besides taking it or safe-wording and you definitely weren’t ready for things to end. “Good girl,” Roger cooed, leaning forward to kiss you softly before he repositioned himself. You giggled as he somewhat clumsily turned around, but the laughter died as he moved to kneel over your face instead. “Sir?” Roger wrapped his hand around his cock, “Yes, slut?” “Can I have my hands please?” “I think you can manage without them,” Roger said, “But how about this?” He leaned forward to release the ties around your ankles before settling back, his bollocks resting against your lips. He seemed to be waiting so you opened your mouth, laving your saliva over them with your tongue. “Good girl,” Roger hummed as you sucked one testicle into your mouth, a small part of you hoping that if you did enough, he’d be lenient and reduce your punishment. “If it get’s too much, stamp your foot okay?” You raised your legs so your feet were flat on the bed and stamped one to show you understood. “Good girl,” Roger said, pressing a kiss to your knee before he readjusted his position, letting his cock find your mouth.

 At first Roger contented himself with rocking slowly, letting you grow comfortable with the position. You had no control over how deep he pressed into you or how often but he kept his movement measured and careful, making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you, and you kept up as best you could, running your tongue along his length and sucking on his head. It got harder when he leaned forward and attached his lips to your cunt. The distraction of being edged with his tongue made you lose focus as you bucked your hips in a weak attempt to get more pleasure. Which meant you were taken by surprise when he suddenly thrust into your mouth, pushing himself into your throat. You wished you had your hands so you could grab his arse or jerk him off, but you made do as best you could, eyes watering as you moaned and he gave another sharp thrust. As he got closer to release he slid deeper into your throat, unable to control himself as easily while he was concentrating on edging you again and again. Each time he’d tell you how many edges he’d given you but you stopped listening. Between the jolts of pleasure from his tongue licking along your slit and the weight of his body on yours and the strain on your jaw as you kept your mouth open for him and the dizzying gasps of air you sucked in as he remembered himself and pulled out of you before sinking back in just as deep, everything else seemed fuzzy and distant. Your hands grasped at thin air in an attempt to break loose and touch him and your hips rose to meet him until he held them down. You moaned around his cock and whined with each new edge which only seemed to spur him on. At some point, after you weren’t sure how many, Roger decided he’d had enough of edging you like that and sat up a bit higher on his knees. He gave you a brief warning and let you take a few extra breaths before he fucked your mouth for real, unrelentingly using you for his own pleasure. You knew he was getting closer by the way he was grunting and the small twitches in his cock and you tried to prepare yourself for a mouthful of spunk, tried to ready yourself for how it would feel when he came on your tongue. But then he stopped and pulled out of you entirely. You were surprised by his sudden disappearance as he swung his leg back over you and got off the bed. Surely he wasn’t going to edge himself along with you? Surely he was going to use his release as another way to torment you, telling you how good it felt and mocking you for wanting the same. It was hard not to feel a little disappointed too. Especially when you could see how hard he was, his flushed tip proof of how close he’d been. “Sir?” you croaked out, voice scratchy and throat sore. Roger ignored you, as he walked back to the end of the bed, wiping his mouth and chin. “Sir, didn’t you want to finish?” “Awww, did the whore want my cum that bad? Don’t worry slut, you’ll get it, just not to taste. I’m going to put this load where it belongs. In my cunt.” You gasped as Roger pressed the tip of his cock into your heat, bracing yourself for the rough fuck he was sure to give you. But there was no thrusting, no pushing deeper. He held his tip inside you as his hand slid up and down his shaft, pulling himself over the edge with a grunt.

 You were left squirming and aching to be filled, to feel him inside you properly, as he left the bed again and moved towards the cupboard. A combination of your juices and his dripping onto the sheets. You knew what was coming but that made it all the worse. “Do you remember how many I said you had left?” he asked as he plugged the wand vibrator in and gave it a test pulse. “No Sir,” “No? You really should, I said it only a few minutes ago,” “I don’t know Sir,” “Well it’s a good thing I know then. Otherwise we might have had to start all over again and kept better count.” You trembled at the idea, part terrified of it happening, part wanting it to. “You only have to last 5 more. Not very many, is it?” “No Sir. I can do five,” “I know you can. Because you’re such a good girl for me. My good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” you swallowed thickly and took a steadying breath waiting for the buzz of the vibrator to start again. Roger made you wait a little, building the anticipation and the tension as he refrained from doing what you expected. He let the soft head of the toy rest against your clit, laughing when you jolted at the contact. And only once you’d stilled did he turn it on, leaving it on the lowest setting. Instinctively you tried to move your still unbound legs, but Roger gave you a slap to your thigh and warned you to behave or else he’d tie you down again and give you extra edges. You whimpered a small, “Yes Sir,” as you did your best to keep still though it got harder with each edge. Roger was careful to pull the machine away as soon as he saw signs of your impending orgasm, never letting you get too close lest his reflexes be too slow. He didn’t want any accidents to happen now, not after he’d been edging you for so long. He counted down each one, giving you ample breaks between to calm yourself again. When you finally heard him turn off the vibrator and say you were done you cried grateful tears. He untied your wrists and pulled you into his arms, soothing you with soft words of praise and gentle touches.

 “How do you feel?” He asked softly once you’d sufficiently calmed, leaning back and placing his hand on your cheek as he studied your face. “Bit sore. Really want to cum. But good.” “Yeah? You’re okay?” “Yeah I’m okay. Might need a few minutes before I can do more though. The fortieth orgasm I mean.” “That’s alright. In fact, it’s perfect because I’ve got a surprise for you.” “A surprise?” “Wait here, I’ll grab it from my suitcase,” You nodded, intrigued, and leaned against the bedhead to wait, letting your eyes close for a moment as he left the room. Roger returned and handed you a glass of water and box tied off with ribbon. You were definitely curious now, the box larger than you’d been expecting. You pulled at the bow with one hand as you drank with the other, letting Roger lift the lid from the box. You didn’t understand what you were seeing until Roger explained. “It’s a chastity belt,” You almost did a spit take. “I saw it while we were exploring the shops of one of the towns we were in and I thought it might be fun to try it out, if you’re interested.” You placed the cup down and reached into the box to pick up the metal device, “Looks a bit medieval, doesn’t it,” Roger chuckled and agreed, “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. But while I was edging you I thought maybe it would be fun to make you wait a few extra days,” “You want me to wear it now?” “Only if you want to. If I’m being honest, I hadn’t planned to show you today. I was going to save it for after the rest of the tour, but you know how impatient I can be,” he laughed, his hand falling to your rub softly over your knee, “If you’d prefer to cum now I will very happily make that happen. More than once. But if you did want to test it out I’d also be into that.” “How would it work?” “Well, um, you’d wear it all day, when you’re at home and when you go out. The guy who sold it said it’s very discreet and will go under most clothes without showing. You have to take it off once a day to clean it so I was thinking that you could wear it all day and take it off at night when you have your shower. That way it can be cleaned and dry out over night and you wouldn’t have to worry about it not being comfortable to sleep in.” “And um, how would, uhhhh, bathroom stuff work with it?” “Well, there’s a slit at the front that can be opened so you can pee but isn’t it kind of hot if you have to ask me to unlock it every time you have to go to the bathroom?” “I hate to admit it but yeah it is,” you laughed. “I could also unlock it for other reasons. Maybe if I really really wanted to fuck you.” You shifted excitedly. It had been too long since you’d had Roger properly, and especially after his little teasing stunt just before, but you tried to sound more casual as you said, “That’d be fun,” “Think I’m probably more likely to use your mouth though. So much less hassle.” “It’s kinda unfair that you promised me number forty and now you’re not going to pay up,” “I’ll give you forty and forty-one and forty-two and as many more as you can handle. Right now if you want. Or after a few days of having your cunt locked away.” You stomach clenched at the thought, “How long were you thinking?” “I don’t know. The part of me that likes symmetry says ten days since that’s how many days of tour were left when you stopped edging. But really anything you want is okay with me. If you tried it for a day and decided it wasn’t for you that would be completely fine. And, like I said, if you don’t want to do it right away we don’t have to.” “I think I want to. Maybe just a day to start, see how it goes. If I want another day I’ll let you know.” “Really?” You laughed at how excited Roger seemed, “Yes, really.” “I fucking love you,” “I am very loveable,” Roger laughed and pulled you into a kiss.

 He joined you in the shower, helping you wash off the sweat and other fluids left from the torture you’d just been through. You took turns washing each other’s hair as you relaxed together, letting the hot water sooth any aches you felt. But there was a layer of excitement too and a few nerves at the prospect of wearing the chastity belt. Once you were thoroughly cleaned and dried, Roger helped lock the belt into place before you both got dressed. It was an odd sensation but thrilling too. It made you hyper aware of your own desperation. Every time you moved, sat down, you were reminded of how impossible it would be to touch yourself or get any sort of release. You only wore it for a few hours that first day, asking Roger to unlock it when you got up to change into your pyjamas. Together you worked out how best to clean it and hung it up ready for the next day. Roger kissed you good morning when you woke and asked if you wanted to try a full day of it. You agreed and, after visiting the bathroom, let him once again fasten the belt into place. It was even more thrilling the second time. In part because you had a better idea of how it operated, how it felt to wear it, but also largely due to wearing it out of the house. Roger decided to take you out for an early lunch, grinning cheekily as he made the suggestion. He knew full well you’d spend every minute of the excursion with your mind on the belt, wondering if anyone could tell you were wearing it. He was right. But it only made you wetter. Once you were home Roger checked in with you, asking how it was going and if you were still interested in wearing it. “It’s good. Still feels a bit weird but not what I'd call uncomfortable. It’s just very obvious to me that it’s there. But fuck I’m horny,” Roger laughed, “that makes two of us. I swear I’ve been half hard since I put it on you. Was even worse when you asked me to unlock it so you could pee.” “Jeeze Rog. I’ve been edged and denied, what’s your excuse?” “Shut up, there’s just something super hot about me holding the key to your cunt,” You chuckled, leaned towards him and gave him the most sultry look you could muster, “You know you could use that key whenever you want.” “Maybe later, love. Right now I really should unpack my bags, do some laundry.” “But that can be done any time,” “So can you,” Roger laughed, leaving you with a kiss to the temple. That night, after you’d taken the belt off and cleaned it, Roger edged you again, kissing you as his fingers explored your slit and your hand pumped over his cock.

 On the third day Roger disappeared into the back yard with a guitar. A question about the grocery shopping list sent you seeking him, and you found him sitting on a chair under the shade of a large tree, plucking at the strings. It was almost a shame to interrupt what seemed like such a serene moment. He spotted you though and waved you over, pulling you onto his lap. His fingers moved to the front of you shorts, seemingly automatically, but he stopped and chuckled when he met the firm resistance of the belt. “Oops,” “Forgot did you? Lucky,” “You're not enjoying it anymore?” “No, no, I am, but I’m also getting really frustrated,” “Yeah?” “There is literally no way to relieve any pressure when I’m wearing it and you keep edging me before bed and honestly I want you to fuck me so bad like I just feel kind of empty all the time cause it’s been so fucking long since I had more than your fingers in there and I'm used to just being able to pull out a toy and make myself feel better even if I’m edging. It’s fucking torture not being able to touch anything and not being even a little bit in control of my own pleasure.” “Do you want to stop?” “Hell no. I just want you to fuck me,” “Oh really?” he chuckled, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised my slut likes being completely denied,” You recognised his tone, the one that meant he was pent up and wanted to take it out on you. Hope that he’d do it, that he’d unlock you and give you a good hard pounding, made you sit up a little straighter. Your head was buzzing with ideas of Roger filling you with cum and locking you away again, but they were interrupted rather rudely by Roger growling at you to kneel. You nodded, a little disappointed but more just happy to get some sort of attention, and settled on your knees, intently watching as he stood and unbuckled his belt, the jangling noise of the metal sending another wave of desire through you. He’d barely managed to push his pants down just low enough to get his cock out when you reached out to stroke him, mind so thoroughly focused on him that you barely noticed the itchy tickle of the grass under you. But before you could he slapped your hand away. “You’re here to watch. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. C’mon needy whore, I don’t have all day.” You nodded as you did what he said. Roger waited, watching you for any signs of impatience but soon rewarded you with his fingers, two of them sliding towards the back of your throat until you gagged. He pulled back and then did the same thing again, slowly beginning to fuck your mouth with just his digits. You could feel saliva pooling on your tongue, his fingers gliding through it until they were slick and shiny. That’s when he moved his hand to his dick, slowly spreading your drool over his shaft. You whimpered as he brushed his thumb over his tip, letting out a small hiss at the contact. You leaned forward slightly, intending to lick his length and replace his hand but he stopped you, his free hand holding you in place, and you realised what was happening. He knew you wanted to be fucked and he was going to deny you that as well as your orgasms. He wasn’t even going to fuck your mouth. All you could do was sit there, whining and watching as he jerked himself off. Every so often he dipped his fingers back into your mouth, either to gather more of your spit or just to hear you gag, you weren’t sure which. A small part of you hoped he’d just push you down onto his cock but as his hand sped up, expertly pleasuring himself, that hope withered away. He was close. You could see it in the way his smooth strokes stuttered, hear it in his groans. If you’d looked up you probably would have found flushed cheeks, and lust blown eyes, but you couldn’t drag your eyes from his cock, right in front of you, pulsing as he neared his release. And then he came with a guttural moan. You jolted as the first drops hit your cheek, but he was already holding you in place, making sure you stayed still until he was done.

 Roger looked down at you, the fist still milking his cock slowing down once more, though he didn’t release himself. You swallowed thickly, shifting on your knees as the temptation to wipe your face and get up rose. “Stay there, slut,” Roger said softly, reading your mind, “you look so good on your knees. Just a toy I use to masturbate with.” You nodded, agreeing, your eyes already drifting back down to his dick. “You want it don’t you? Wish I’d just use you properly,” You nodded again. “If you’re very good I might...” he lay his cock on your tongue, “let you have it,” It took all your strength not to close your lips around his girth as he rubbed his dick over your protruding tongue but your resilience seemed to impress him. Slowly he pushed himself deeper, allowed you to suck on his head for a moment. “Maybe I should use this time you’re all locked up to train you. Teach you to be a filthy oral whore.” The suggestion made your cunt throb but there was nothing you could do to alleviate the desperate desire to be touched. Not even squeezing your thighs together helped. “I’ll teach you to be so desperate to suck cock that you won’t ever want to take the belt off. And when I decide to use your cunt you’ll wish it was your throat,” Roger pulled himself from your lips and you were once again forced to watch as he wanked in front of you. Right up until he stopped and walked behind you. “Sir?” His presence came close again, right up behind you, “Shhhh, slut, I’m still here,” Roger gripped your chin from above and tilted your head back slightly.   “Fuck you look so hot like this, drives me fucking wild to see my little toy all soaked in cum. Close your eyes,” You did, heart racing with the uncertainty of what he might be planning. There was a tap on your forehead as the tip of Roger’s dick landed there. “I’ll reward you with some more edges tonight. Maybe I’ll even give you a ruin, if you’re very lucky. I want you so desperate that all you think about is my cock. Twenty-four seven. So desperate you’ll beg just to be allowed to suck me off.” You couldn’t see what Roger was doing but you felt it when he came again, jizz running from your forehead down the side of your nose, onto your cheek and over your top lip, dripping onto your waiting tongue. Roger stepped back and you heard the zzzziiippp of his fly being pulled up followed by the jangle of his belt, but you didn’t move. He stroked his fingers down the side of your neck, offing you a soft, “good girl,” as he moved back round to take in your appearance. “Jesus this is….you look so fucking hot,” you could feel the breath of his laugh as he leaned forward, his thumbs brushing over your closed eyes, making sure they hadn’t been caught in his crossfire, “alright, you can open your eyes now, and close your mouth if you want,” You carefully opened on eye and then the other, able to taste Roger as you swallowed what you’d caught on your tongue. “Did that make you feel any better?” “I don’t know if I’d say better. Wetter? Definitely.” “You’re a bloody poet, love,” “I try. You wanna help me up or did you have more in you?” Roger held out his hand with a chuckle, pulling you to your feet. When you were closer to eye level he paused, eyes roaming over your face, and then leaned in to peck you on the lips. It was unexpected but appreciated, though not quite as much as the damp face cloth he used to clean you.

 The next morning Roger asked if you’d like to put the belt back on and you said yes. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. Each time he reminded you that you were allowed to say no and then, when you assured him you knew that, helped lock it into place. At some point (and sometimes at multiple points) during the day he’d use your mouth, only needing to click his fingers for you to drop to your knees for him. He made sure to compare you to vacuum cleaners and other objects. Metaphors that would normally have made you roll your eyes or tell him he was disgusting, but which now turned you into a whiney wet mess. Admittedly they weren’t all good. The time he said you had a mouth like a black hole you’d nearly choked as you started laughing with your lips already stretched around him. He’d apologised and said he’d cut back on the sci-fi comparisons so you could finish the job properly. At night you’d have a shower and change into pyjamas, often forgoing PJ pants since Roger liked to edge you while you weren’t wearing the belt. He’d slip his fingers into your panties while you watched TV or as you were settling down to sleep. But not once did he try to actually fuck you. It was infuriating and frustrating and such a turn on. Until it stopped being hot.

 You’d woken up that morning as excited and enthusiastic about the belt as you had been the previous few mornings but by the afternoon it had started feeling uncomfortable and oppressive. You came to the conclusion that denial and edging was fun but you needed a more definite time period to work within. When Roger had left and said you’d be able to orgasm again when he came back in two months’ time, that had been exciting and hot because there was a time limit. A light at the end of the tunnel that you could see and count down to. Something to aim for. Denial wasn’t just about not cumming, it was about challenging your own expectations of yourself and maybe trying to beat your previous record. What you were doing now didn’t have that specificity, that goal to work towards, and it was beginning to feel like you were being punished for nothing. The constant empty ache you felt didn’t help. Of course denial usually came with aches and desperate needy feelings but something about this time was different. Usually Roger would relish fucking you as much as possible, all the time telling you not to cum or else he’d have to spank you. It was always hard holding back as he took his pleasure but it was rewarding too and it helped relieve the tension that constant edging could cause, even without finishing. Sometimes, if you’d been good and he wanted to be nice, he’d give you a ruin as well. And even if he ended up being mean and leaving your arse pink and smarting from his blows, you got a certain kind of enjoyment from it. But with the chastity belt and the refusal to fuck you, you weren’t getting any relief at all. After thinking through it all, you decided you needed a break from the belt. It would be fun to try again another day but maybe with more discussion and certainties. You looked over to the other couch where Roger was stretched out. “Hey, Rog?” “Yes, love?” “I think I want to stop.” Roger looked away from the TV, his attention shifting to you, “You mean with the belt?” “Yeah. I think I’m close to using my safeword. It’s just feeling kind of not good at the moment. Can you please unlock me?” “Okay. Of course we can stop. C’mon, I left the key in our room,” Roger held out his hand for yours, brushing his lips over your knuckles as he pulled you up.

 You sighed with relief as you stepped out of the belt, already feeling better, if not a little embarrassed by just how obviously wet you were. Roger stood, about to say something, but you pulled him into a kiss instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “Well,” he said with a laugh, “I was going to ask what else I could do to make you feel better but I think you’ve made it quite obvious,” “Need you Rog. Literally need. I’ve never meant it as much as I do now,” “Jesus, okay,” he was already fumbling with his fly one handed, “We really did a number on you, huh,” You nodded, dropping your hands to help him get his pants off. As soon as the zip was down he kissed you again, leading you towards the bed. “How do you want me?” “Don’t care, just fuck me,” “For as long as you want,” Roger pushed on your shoulder and you fell back onto the bed, watching as he kicked his pants and underwear off. You whined when he took too long but he soothed you with a kiss and then more down your neck, until he met the neckline of your t-shirt. He didn’t bother removing it though, just squeezed your breasts through it. You were glad, sure you’d implode if you didn’t have him immediately. Instead he kissed your lips again, fiercely, as you reached for his cock, willing him to hurry up and get hard enough. As soon as he was ready he pushed your hand away and pressed into your cunt with an ease that was somewhere between ridiculous and pathetic. “Fuck you’re soaked,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. Even if he had been speaking to you, you’re not sure you would have heard, much too preoccupied by how full you suddenly felt. It was such a contrast from the previous week of aching for it and all you could think to say was thank you, over and over as Roger slowly fucked into you. “You gotta stop squirming so much, love, or I’m gonna slip out,” You clenched around him at the suggestion, smiling when he tightened his grip on your thigh. Roger brought his fingers to your clit, circling it as you whined, your orgasm already so unbelievably close. It didn’t take much more than a couple of light circles around your clit to tip you over the edge. You weren’t sure you’d ever cum quite so hard from quite so little stimulation but you could barely speak, your breath catching in your throat along with your voice. Roger kept his fingers in place as he calmly thrust into you, egging you on, pushing you through the most well-earned orgasm you’d ever had. But he was by no means done with you. He gave you a few moments to calm and catch your breath, and then he shifted your legs over his shoulders, one at a time as you tried to brace yourself. He sunk deeper with the change of position, picking up his pace to fuck you harder, keeping a firm grip on you so that, even though your back arched and you writhed under him, head falling to one side and then whipping around to the other, you’d remain in place on his cock. With every thrust, every squeeze of his fingertips, you felt yourself drawing close to the edge again and you begged Roger, through gasped breaths, not to stop. He didn’t. He wouldn’t have even considered it until you told him to. “I can feel how close you are, love. Come on, cum for me. Show me just how much you like being fucked and cum,” “yes, yes, fuck yes,” “That’s right, good- good girl, f-fuck you’re tight. Fucking feel your cunt pul-sing. You’ve missed that feeling haven’t you?” You just nodded, head still foggy. “Think you’ve got another one in you? Or do you want me to stop?” “No, don’t stop,” Roger chuckled and pulled out of you as you whined but it was only so he could flip you onto your stomach and pull your hips up. Before you could even begin to complain about the sudden desertion, he was back inside you, pulling you back onto his cock as he rammed into you. “I want to hear you this time. You know I like how loud my slut gets,” There was no way you could deny a request like that, not when he was making you feel so good, filling you so perfectly, giving you exactly what you’d so desperately needed. You babbled for him, a mess of curses and half conceived thoughts about how good it felt mixed with whines and moans. And that only made him fuck you harder, until you came again, screaming his name. He fucked you through it, though he grunted with each thrust, holding off his own orgasm until he was sure you were satisfied. You swore you nearly came again as he spilled himself inside you before both of you collapsed bonelessly to the bed.

 You complained when Roger pulled out of you again, but he did make a good point about not wanting to crush you. And he made up for it by pulling you close and kissing you as much as he could, in between checking how you felt and if you were okay now. “Yeah, better,” you sighed, running you hand over his arm, “I really really needed that,” “I could tell. Sorry I made you wait so long,” “No, it was fun too, the waiting. But not forever, y’know.” “Yeah I do. If you ever want to try the whole chastity belt thing again we’ll be better, figure out how to make it fun again,” “Sounds good. But maybe not for a while,” “No, not for a while. I like fucking you too much to give it up again so soon,” You laughed at that, leaned in to kiss him again. “You’re probably too tired but, uh, I could go again if you wanted,” “Now?” “Maybe a minute?” “A minute sounds good and I’m not too tired. But if I was, maybe we could sleep like that, with you in me?” “Really?” “I don’t think you’ve grasped quite how badly I’ve wanted you since you first showed me the belt, how badly I still want you,” “I think that can be arranged then,” he laughed again, kissing you once more as he rolled back over.

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Dada, *I babble, sinking in to baby space, and I fall asleep safely in your arms, nuzzling your neck and cuddling in close, as I doze through the night*

Hello Loves~

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Taron Egerton: Manners Maketh Man!

Note: This is for @sarahegerton96. I hope that you like this. Please excuse the mistakes in this. 

Please Note: This is where things get Interesting!

Enjoy!

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Pineapple, dancing, castor oil, spicy food, exercise. Sarah tried it all and she was just about at the end of her rope with the pregnancy. She was now 41 weeks and even more uncomfortable then she had ever been. There was one thing that she had yet to try but she knew that this point, there was no convincing Taron. “Please babe. You put me in this position.” Sarah whined. “Oh no you don’t. It takes two to tango and besides, it will hurt the baby.” Taron replied. “Taron it won’t hurt him. How many times did we have sex when you didn’t know I was pregnant?” Sarah asked in annoyance. “No Sarah.” He said simply. “Fine then. I’ll just call Richard and see if he would like to come and fuck me instead.” Sarah replied nonchalantly as she pulled out her phone. Taron’s jaw tensed and his eyes grew dark with anger because he knew that she was somewhat serious. Ever since seeing Rocketman, Sarah wanted to have a threesome with both her husband and Richard. “That’s not funny Sarah. You know I feel about that since your little confession after watching Rocketman.” Taron said darkly. “Oh come on, you know I’m only teasing. You’re the only man I’ve got eyes for, even though a threesome would be nice.” Sarah replied as she placed her phone back down. “I know you are but it’s not happening while you are pregnant with my son.” Taron replied as he stepped dangerously close to his wife. “Upstairs.” He whispered as he hovered close to her lips. Sarah couldn’t budge, she was too caught up in what had just happened. “Now.” Taron continued as he warned murderously. Sarah gulped and nodded as she made her way upstairs. She was thankful that the girls had not been in school that long and still had hours left.

Taron followed closely behind her and when they reached the bedroom, Taron ripped her shirt in two. Sarah bit her lip as she saw just how amorous he looked in that moment. Sarah’s pants soon followed and before she knew it, she was on the bed in front of him. “It’s not nice to tease people. It’s very rude.” He said as he slowly crawled over her very pregnant body. Taron kissed her jaw and made his way down to her neck where he vigorously attacked her with bites. “Fuck.” Sarah moaned as he reached her sweet spot. Taron stopped and looked her dead in the eye. “There will be no talking, no moaning and definitely no touching me. You break any of these rules, you will not be allowed to cum. Do you understand me?” Taron said ominously. Sarah nodded and she bit her lip. “Good girl.” Taron replied as he went back to assaulting her neck. It was so hard for Sarah not to moan as she felt her husband remove her bra and place his warm, wet tongue on her nipples. Yes her breasts were sore but the pleasure she felt in that moment, made the pain disappear. 

Taron growled as he was met with Sarah’s dripping wet pussy. “So wet for me my little slut.” Taron snarled as he forcibly inserted his fingers into. Sarah bit her lip to try and supress her moans. Sarah arched her back as best she could and Taron pulled her closer. He let his tongue ghost over her very sensitive clit. His tongue swirled around her in the most torturous way possible and soon, Sarah could feel her climax beginning to grow and much to her disappointment, so could her husband. He removed his fingers and Sarah whimpered at the loss of contact. Taron looked at her and raised his brow. Sarah knew that she had messed up. Taron got off the bed and began to undress himself slowly as a way to farther tease his wife. Sarah was finding the task of not making a noise harder than she thought. Once all of his clothes were removed and on the ground, Taron walked over the box of sex toys and brought it over to the bed. He picked up a vibrator and turned it on and placed it over Sarah. Her body shuddered under it and Taron knew that she was close. He pulled it away and this time, Sarah was able to avoid her need of moaning. “I’m going to mark you as mine tonight you little slut.” Taron spoke as he began to pound into her relentlessly. 

“Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth of yours and let the neighbours hear how good I make you feel.” Taron said breathlessly. Sarah didn’t need to be told twice. “Fuck me baby, you feel so good.” She cried out in pleasure. “I’m close.” Sarah panted. “Cum for me.” Taron instructed as he felt his climax building as well. A few more thrusts in and Sarah let herself go as she moaned his name like a prayer. Taron followed not too far behind her and pulled out, flopping next to her. “Fuck me, that was amazing.” Taron said with a smile. Sarah looked at him. “If that’s what it takes to get you to fuck me that hard, I’m going to make it my mission to make you more jealous from now on.” Sarah replied with a mischievous smirk on her face. Taron looked at her and place his hand on her cheek and allowed his thumb to softly caress her cheekbone as he leaned in and captured her lips in an intense passionate kiss. 

The couple laid on the bed wrapped up in each other’s arms. Just as Sarah’s eyes closed, Gary started to move around, causing his mother’s eyes to snap open. “Can I not have one moments peace with your daddy please?” Sarah whined. Taron kissed her temple and untangled his arms from around Sarah’s body as he moved down to her overgrown belly. He kissed her bump and looked up at her through his lashes. “Mummy and daddy are in the middle of some special bonding time.” Taron mumbled against her skin. Gary kept moving and that’s when Taron got an idea. Taron moved away from his wife’s belly and began to sing as he rubbed the bump.

https://youtu.be/cW-qLcK1LxM (Just ignore the ending of the video. Just listen to the lyrics he sings as that is what he sings to his unborn son.)

Just as Taron was getting out of bed to go and start on lunch for himself, Sarah and of course Gary, Richard called and asked if he could stop by to drop something off. Taron agreed and walked downstairs. Sarah sat in the bed and smiled to herself as she replayed the recent events of the day. “Really Gary, my bladder is not a squeeze toy.” Sarah whined with exasperation as she got out of bed to use the toilet. When she was done, she started to walk downstairs but was met with Slight discomfort and some very mild ‘Braxton Hicks’. “Het Richard.” Sarah as she waddled into the kitchen. “Hi Sar- you make such a cute penguin.” Richard teased as he pulled her in for a side hug. Sarah groaned in response. Taron stood there smirking at his wife. “What are you smirking-” Sarah started to say before Taron turned to Richard. “I had to take action and do something to get my son out of there.” Taron said as Richard fist bumps his friend. Sarah, being annoyed and heavily pregnant, just flips the men off. Richard held his hands up in defence and Taron tried to hug her but she brushed passed him.

“Shit. I forgot to get avocado.” Sarah said as she shut the fridge door. She turned to Taron and smiled sweetly at him. “Pop tart, can you please go to the shops and grab some?” Sarah asked whilst batting her lashes at him. “You know I can’t resist you when you talk dirty to me.” Taron replied as he grabbed all that he needed. “How is that dirty talk?” Richard asked with confusion laced in his voice. Taron to face him. “I’ll tell you another time mate.” Taron winked. “No you will not Taron.” Sarah warned. Taron turned to face her as he smiled cheekily and walked out of the door. Sarah rolled her eyes and went back to pulling a mug out of the cupboard. “I’m going to make some tea, do you want some?” Sarah asked as she looked at Richard who sat at the breakfast bar as he let his eyes roam over her body. They locked eyes and Richard motioned for her to join him. She approaches him as he stands up and licks his lower lip seductively. “Kiss me Sarah.” Richard mutters against her lips. The kiss is hungry and needy. “Fuck me Richard. I need you now.” Sarah moans as he lips dance across her neck passionately. Her fingers lace themselves in his hair as she tugs gently. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Richard said as he removed Sarah’s shirt and bra. He swirled his tongue around her nipples as she moaned his name in ecstasy. He then kissed his way down to the waistband of her jeans, taking the zipper between his teeth and pulling it down whilst looking longingly into her eyes. “Please Richard.” Sarah begs as she bites her lower lip, supressing a moan.

He pulled away from her long enough to remove his pants and boxers, discarding them on the ground. Sarah’s eyes traveled down his body and landed on his erect appendage. Richard walked closer and lined himself up with her. “Are you sure you want this Sarah?” Richard asked for the final time. Sarah nodded her head and Richard pushed himself into her dripping wet core. Both adults hissed as they adjusted to each other. Richard began to moan her name as he picked up his pace. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah.

“Sarah, are you ok?” Richard said as he waved his hand in front of her face. She shook her head as she snapped out of her day dream. “Yes I am, sorry. What were you saying?” Sarah asked with embarrassment at what she had just pictured. “I said the water had finished boiling.” Richard said. Thank you.” Sarah said as she went to make the tea for them. Once the tea was made, Sarah handed him a mug and he took it gratefully. Sarah took her own mug and went to join Richard at the breakfast bar. Unfortunately for her, Sarah’s water broke as she went to sit down. “Fuck, I think a little bit of wee came out.” Sarah moaned. Richard looked at the woman and chuckled. As a little more fluid trickled down her leg, she realized that it wasn’t wee, it was the fact that her waters had in fact broken. Sarah quickly stood up and turned to face Richard. “Richard, I need you to promise me that you won’t freak out.” Sarah said as she placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. “Ok.” Richard said with concern. “My water broke. I’m going to go and get changed and grab the hospital bag. Can you get the car ready and call Taron to tell him to meet us at the hospital?” Sarah asked calmly. Richard’s face drained itself of colour as he started to panic. “Oh my god.” He hollered as he jumped up from his stool. “Relax Richard. I’m alright, everything is fine.” Sarah replied as she walked upstairs to get changed. Sarah put on a maternity nappy and a pair of Taron’s navy blue sweatpants.

Sarah walked downstairs and had to stop herself from laughing as she saw Richard running around like a chicken with no head. “Richard! I told you to calm down. Everything is under control.” Sarah said before she doubled over in agony as an excruciatingly painful contraction took over her body. Richard rushed over to Sarah’s side and she grabbed his hand in a bone crushing grip. “Fuck woman.” He whimpers. “How did T put up with this twice?” Richard asked and Sarah gripped his hand tighter as another contraction took over her body. “Right, let’s get you into the car.” Richard said as Sarah slightly released her death grip. Richard helped her into the car before she spoke up again. “Call Taron again and tell him to forget the damn things.” Sarah said through gritted teeth. Richard did as he was told and he was thankful for Taron’s quick reply. “Where are you?” Sarah asked as her contraction eased. “I’m just about to pay for the avocados.” Taron responded. Just as Taron explained, Sarah was hit with another contraction. “Forget the fucking avocados, they’re not important. Get your ass to the hospital!” Sarah screamed through the phone. “Sarah just relax and breathe.” Taron said as he bolted for his car. “No vagina no opinion. Shut the fuck up.” Sarah replied through gritted teeth. Once Richard and Sarah arrived at the hospital, he helped her out of the car and walked her inside. Unfortunately for Richard another contraction ripped through Sarah’s body. She grabbed his hand in another bone crushing grip. “For god sake, can someone help us please.” Richard screeched as the pain shot through his arm. Two nurses came running toward them. “How far apart are your contractions?” One of the nurses asked. Sarah glared daggers at the woman. “I don’t know.” Sarah spat as more pain coursed through her veins. The nurses looked at each other an decided that the best thing to do would be to get Sarah admitted.

“You can’t come back here sir. Family only.” Someone said as their eyes landed on Richard. “I came here with her.” Richard replied with slight panic in his voice. “Are you family?” The person asked. Sarah growled. “Fuck off bitch, he is family.” Sarah replied spat. The person jumped slightly. “Is he the father?” The person asked. Sarah had had it with this person. “Listen, I am in labour. I am in pain and all I want right now is to push this watermelon out of my ass and sleep. Either shut the fuck up and let him by or fuck off and leave us the fuck alone.” Sarah bellowed and the person finally let them through. After all the commotion, it was determined that Sarah was about 5cm dilated (for those of you that don’ t know, it just means that she’s half way to pushing). “Where the fuck is my husband?” Sarah screamed in questioned. “I’m going to check. Hold on.” Richard said as he pulled out his phone and walked out of the room to call his friend. 

“Where are you mate? I think she’s broken my hand.” Richard said whilst looking at his hand. Taron nervously chuckled. “About that, I’m stuck behind a really bad three car pile up.” Taron explained as he bit his lip. “How far along is Sarah?” Taron asked. “Let me ask. Hold on.” Richard replied. He popped his head into the room and looked at Sarah. “Sarah, how dilated are you?”  Richard asked. “5cm.” Sarah replied simply through her breaths. Richard popped back out of the room. “She said 5cm.” Richard responded. “Ok, hold on a minute.” Taron said as he waved a police officer over. Richard could hear his friend talking to an officer. “There is nothing they can do so what I need you to do is tell Sarah that I’m stuck in traffic but I’m calling in a favour. She’ll know what that means.” Taron said as he and Richard hung up. “Is he coming?” Sarah asked hopeful. “He said that he was stuck behind bad traffic but he’s going to call in a favour.” Richard said as he sat down in a chair beside the bed. Sarah’s head fell back in relief. “Thank fuck.” Sarah breathed out. 

As she was told to pushed, Taron burst through the door with the avocado in his hand. “I told you to leave the fucking fruit.” Sarah groaned out as a contraction tore through her body. Taron grabbed her hand and she was told to push. “Good job Sarah. Breathe in, hold it and push again.” Dr. Edwards said as Sarah pushed and death gripped her husband’s hand. “Jesus woman, take it easy. That’s my good hand.” Taron teased. “I’ll do more then break your fucking hand. It’s not your bitch ass hand you have to worry about.” She shouted at him as she looked down at his crotch. “Not Mr. Pickle.” Taron whined. Sarah ignored him and pushed until the baby’s head was visible. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have gone down there.” Taron said as he looked at the scene down below. “9 months too late for that you prick.” Sarah seethed. “Sorry babe but you weren’t saying no at the time.” Taron said as his wife continued to push. After a few more pushes, Taron’s cries weren’t the only ones that could be heard. Gary was placed on Sarah’s chest and she cried as she looked at his little squished features.“Congratulations on your little boy daddy. Would you like to cut your son’s cord?” Dr. Edwards asked. Taron nods and wipes his tears away with the back of his hand. “I can’t believe I have a son.” Taron mumbled to himself as the doctor guided him where to cut. When the cord was cut, he went back up to his wife and gave her a sweet and loving kiss. “I love you so much. I’m so proud of you.” Taron said as he sweetly brushed Sarah’s hair away from her face. “I love you too pop tart.” Sarah said sleepily as the little boy stirred in her arms, gaining his parents attention. “Oh my little Tarebear.” Sarah said as she kissed the boys head. Both adults watched in adoration at their newborn as he stretched and stuck his little tongue out at them. About an hour or so later, it had been decided that Gary Taron Egerton was to be the baby’s officially name. His parents were so in love with him and they couldn’t wait to see their daughters’ reactions.

(Just Picture this little bun with dark sandy blonde hair)

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“Ellie where are you going?” Nova hollered at her sister as she was left standing by the flower section of the shops with Richard. The man had picked them up from school and got them ready to meet their brother. A few seconds later, Ellie ran back with a little white bag. “What’s in the bag lass?” Richard asked as he held the metallic helium balloon that caught Ellie’s attention when they walked in. “A surprise for daddy?” Ellie questioned with her puppy dog eyes. Richard and Nova laughed and the trio walked to the check out to pay for the items.

Once they reached the hospital, the girls ran a head of Richard and straight into their father’s arms. “Daddy!” The girls called in unison as they threw their arms around his neck. “We missed you.” Ellie said with a smile. Nova nodded in agreement and kissed her father’s cheek. “I missed you both as well but I believe there is someone upstairs that wants to meet you. Shall we go and see mum and meet your little brother?” Taron asked as he stood up and took hold of the girls’ hands. Taron led them to Sarah’s room and knocked on the door before opening it. “Hello my two favourite darlings.” Sarah greeted as the girls climbed on to the bed on either side of their mother. “We have presents.” Nova declared and Ellie nodded excitedly. “Awww thank you sweethearts, that’s really sweet.” Taron Replied as the girls got off the bed and went to Richard who handed them their gifts.

First up was the single red rose the girls had both picked out and of course the balloon for Gary. “The balloon is from Ellie and the flower is from Ellie and me.” Nova explained. “It’s beautiful and very thoughtful. Thank you so much.” Sarah said as she took turns kissing and hugging her daughters. Next up we’re the gifts for their daddy. Ellie held out her little white bag. Taron smiled at his youngest daughter. “What’s this?” Taron asked as he took the bag from Ellie’s hand. “It’s a doughnut. I thought you might be hungry.” Ellie explained as she smiled brightly. “Thank you my love but why a doughnut?” Taron questioned and Ellie’s smile faltered. “Aww no princess, don’t be sad. I was curious as to why you brought me a doughnut, that’s all.” Taron said as he hugged the girl whose little heart was still hurt. “I got it for you because when I saw it, I thought of you and how sweet you are.” Ellie replied with sadness. Taron kisses her head and took a bite of the sweet. He hummed in satisfaction as the flavours hit his tongue. Chocolate with Salted Caramel drizzle. Once Taron had finished his bite, it was Nova’s turn.

She handed him the bag with a goofy grin and he looked at his oldest with suspicion. When his eyes landed on the gift, he burst into a fit of laughter. “What is it?” Sarah asked as she watched her husband’s laughing fit. He turned the shirt and onesie around for his wife to see and she too burst into a fit of hysterics. “What intrigued you to buy this particular one?” Taron asked with curiosity. “Because even though I’m still grossed out, he’s no longer a hypothetical pizza bun. He’s my little brother and I love him so much already.” Nova explained. “It’s perfect sweetheart, thank you.” Sarah said as the girls made their way to the bassinet their brother was in.

While the girls where preoccupied with running their fingers through Gary’s dark sandy blonde hair, Sarah and Taron took the opportunity to ask their friend a very important question. “Before you take the girls home mate, Sarah and I want you to know that we are so grateful for what you did today while I was stuck in traffic. It really meant the world to me to know that I had someone like you to trust and confide in. We also want to ask you this because both Sarah and I trust you with not only our lives but also the lives of our children should anything ever happen to us. That being said, we were wondering if you’d like to be Gary’s godfather.” Taron wondered out loud. Richard let a face splitting smile grow on his handsome features. “I’d be honoured, thank you so much.” Richard answered happily. “It’s the least we could do. You have been amazing Richard and not just today. You’ve helped us with so much and this is the best way we can think of to say thank you.” Sarah added and both men smiled. “Alright my wee lassies, shall we head home and give mummy and daddy some alone time with Gary?” Richard asked as he stood from his seat and handed the newborn to his mother. “No.” The girls whined in unison, making the adults laugh. “We Can come back after school tomorrow and see mummy, daddy and Gary ok?” Richard said as he grabbed the girls’ jackets and ushered them out the door after letting them bid their parents goodnight.

As Sarah was feeding Gary that night, Taron removed his shirt to get ready for burp duty. He looked down at his wife and son and smiled upon them. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You gave me a son today and made me the happiest man on this planet. I’m so proud of you my angel.” Taron said as he gave his wife a sweet and loving kiss. Sarah Smiled sleepily at him. “I love you too pop tart.” Sarah chuckled tiredly and handed Taron his son. “Get some sleep my angel. We will be just fine.” He said softly as Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut. Taron walked the baby over to the big window and stood there burping his son. The lights of the city below, twinkled like stars in the sky and as Taron looked at Gary, the little boy started to fuss in his daddy’s arms. Taron started to sing a Welsh lullaby to him and instantly, the baby was asleep.

Taron lounged in his make shift bed with the baby on his chest and ran his fingers through his son’s full head of hair. He lowered his face to his son’s small head and kissed it tenderly. “My precious boy. You are so loved already not just by me but by our girls as well. You have no idea just how much joy you’ve brought with you little one. Rest easy and I will be here when you wake up. I promise to protect you and I promise to teach you how to be a proper gentleman because after all my dear boy, manners maketh man.” Taron said as he turned his attention back to the twinkling city of London.

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