#fab fanfic

[aias-fxtns]

obsessed🥹🤌

The List Of My HOTD Reader Insert Works:

The list received a makeover. There is no longer a second one. All is here, in one place.

Requests are closed! Please stop sending them to me, and respect me enough to understand how I'm unable to be doing anything outside my schedule right now!

Aegon II Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Daeron Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Daemon Targaryen

Baela Targaryen

Otto Hightower

Gwayne Hightower

Alicent Hightower

Cregan Stark

Harwin Strong

Criston Cole

Jason Lannister

Tyland Lannister

Davos Blackwood

The List Of My ASOIAF Reader Inserts Works:

Oberyn Martell

Aerys II Targaryen

Rhaegar Targaryen

Arthur Dayne

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Jon Snow

Euron Greyjoy

Tywin Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Robert Baratheon

Eddard Stark

Brandon Stark

Lyanna Stark

Roose Bolton

Ramsay Bolton

Jaqen H'ghar

Sandor Clegane

Khal Drogo

Styr the Thenn

Ser Duncan the Tall - A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

The List Of My FAB Reader Insert Works:

Aegon I Targaryen

Visenya Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen

Maegor I Targaryen

Torrhen Stark

Orys Baratheon

Aegon (The Uncrowned) Targaryen

Daemon I Blackfyre

Aerion Targaryen (Brightflame)

Dune Crossover

Requests are closed!

About Me

[deceitfuldevout]

Highest Bidder

Dark!Robert Fishcher x Sugarbaby!Reader

Word Count: +3,066

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Loss of virginity, Human auction, Housewife kink, Breeding kink, Misogynistic remarks, Insults, Just plain abuse, Robert is a warning himself.

Author's Note(s): I have been thinking about this for a hot minute. Inspired by @mypoisonedvine Robert Fischer fic go check it out!!

You couldn't stop checking your phone for an update. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Did he bail? Part of you had hoped so. It would make things a lot easier. Years ago, if someone had told you that you'd be auctioning off your virginity, well, the first thing you'd do is laugh in their face.

That was before everything went to shit. Your parents ended up in neck-deep debt trying to pay off your college, borrowing money from some sleazy loaner company. Soon having no choice but to debate on filing for bankruptcy. Everything they've worked hard for, gone. You didn't want them to worry about that anymore.

This wasn't a huge deal for you. Personally, you've never had any luck with guys and would rather get this over with. Growing up you were always the awkward, ugly duckling of the friend group, so a boyfriend was out of the picture. Only sharing an innocent kiss with a childhood friend, but that was a long time ago. It was only after you reached your 20's where you began to bloom.

He'd bought your outfit and covered the cost of everything. He wants you ready and waiting for him, all wrapped up like a pretty present. He's very particular about these things, even making a list of errands to run before the big day. He requested for photos of the hair and makeup you'd be wearing for the evening. Scolding you every time you did something he disliked. He wouldn't even try hiding it. You reread his previous text message: Change the makeup. It makes you look like a cheap whore. You scoff at the response...how rude.

Even before all of this he would try to test your patience. Sending messages like, 'Do you know who I am? You should be more grateful that I'm giving you this much attention," or "Anyone would be lucky to be in your position,' which made you physically roll your eyes. This morning, he had given you a call as a reminder of where you would meet. He send you the hotel address with money for a cab.

He made sure to give you call in the afternoon as a reminder of what to do after arriving, ending it with, "I don't want to hear any complaining when I get there." before hanging up. You grumble a stray of curse words, this had better been worth it...

You couldn't believe your eyes on how luxurious the hotel was. It's entrance had been decorated with marble and brass statues. There wasn't a drop of it that didn't scream 'money'. You sheepishly sign in, allowing a worker to carry your bag to the room. It had taken a while before you could reach the top. Part of you was impressed, he had really gone all out.

As soon as you enter the room there was this sort of romantic ambiance to it. From the lighting, to the breathtaking scenery of the city. It was all so...dreamy. But this was no dream. You were going to have sex for the first time with some old, rich geezer, gross. You take note of a shopping bag left on the bed, opening it to find a lingerie set.

You held the fabric, inspecting the material. White lace, with hints of glitter that shine in the light. At least the old man has good taste. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, humming at the sight of it. Not bad...hell, you looked fantastic.

Suddenly the door knob jingles, then a heavy knock follows. You leapt from the bed, approaching to open the door for him. But before you could reach the knob it slams open. A man enters, sporting a well-tailored suit, dressed to the nines from head-to-toe. His hair is combed back, a few strands dangle against his forehead. As you scan the man's face, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

There's a light rosy hue to his cheeks. You first notice the striking blues of his eyes and how long his lashes are. He looks like he'd have no problem at all searching for someone. So what is he doing paying for someone like you? For a moment, you were in awe of his presence. Staring back at the man like a deer caught in headlights.

The meeting today had taken its toll on Robert. He was supposed to meet with you hours ago, but there had been an emergency with the company's shareholders. He could practically feel his blood boiling, to the point where it felt almost difficult to breathe. He tugs his tie off and yanks for his shirt to open, a few buttons go flying. He lets out a huff, scanning the room with his blue orbs for something, more specifically, someone.

"So you're the one I've been talking to eh?" a hint of humor in his voice, "Let me guess, you're a good girl caught up in the wrong crowd? Is that it?" he taunts, "I'm sure you've 'never' done this before," the corners of his mouth turn upward into a sinister grin. His eyes are emotionless. Cold as ice. Yet why did they seem so comforting? As if you've seen them before.

He drops his suitcase at the end of the bed, turning towards you. He eyes you up and down, as if he were deep in thought, "Give me a spin," and of course you follow his orders. He raises a brow, "Come here," he commands. You stare back at him, unsure of what he'd just said. Robert sighs, he doesn't have time for this. He's slightly drunk and exhausted from work. Right now he just wants some hard, animalistic fucking.

He tugs your underwear to the side, examining his prize. He bunches up the waistband of your panties before yanking the fabric down. You held your breath, now riddled with anxiety. This was a bit too...casual for comfort. He fists the fabric, holding it to the side while the other hand held your hip.

His voice is deep, much deeper in person, "Hold it for me," he wants to get a good look at his purchase. His thick fingers slide down your pubic area, grazing against the bare skin, he hums, "Even waxed yourself like I told you to, good girl." he slaps the side of your hip, as if he were examining livestock. Your stomach coils at the realization. Never in your life have you felt so...objectified. Still, now wasn't the time to back down. He pushes you against a desk. Until you were now leaning on the table.

He spreads your folds with his thick digits, examining them closely. He held your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly. You let out a whine from the sensation, bucking your hips from the sudden discomfort. He retreats his hand before flipping you over. His chest now against your back. He pushes you against the table, bending you over for a better view. He was in no rush.

He rubs his fingers over your bare slit. His thumb caresses your bundle of nerves. As soon as he retreats you finally snap the fabric back in place. Now lowering your head with embarrassment. He grips your chin, lifting it until you're face-to-face, "No don't hide from me now..." he plops himself on a chair, tilting his chin up, "Why don't you make yourself useful and help me get this off?"

If you weren't getting paid you would've scoffed at his rudeness. It was obvious he was into power play. Being in total control of everything. Now wasn't the time for letting your emotions emotions get involved. You help him remove his coat and tie, even unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He's still wearing his pants, now unclasped. He stares you down, a smirk now lingering on his cold features, "Take off your clothes,"

When you start to quickly unclasp the garter belt, Robert's voice booms, "Stop." he orders, "Do it slower," he leans back in the recliner, already palming his erection. You shyly unclasp your belt, letting the straps fall off each shoulder. His hand grazes on an exposed breast, sending shivers down your spine.

He chuckles, "Oh...don't tell me you're that sensitive?" a crude remark. Your brows furrow, why did he have to tease you so? He notices your obvious discomfort, "Don't worry darling, your only job is to fuck," as if that would make things better, "Do you know how to suck cock?" he questions. You give him a hesitant nod, "No...I've never done it before this is my first time--"

"I didn't ask for a whole life story,"

"...No," your lips press in a thin line. He was really pushing it, "So you've never had sex or sucked cock before, tell me, what have you done?" he pulls out his member, already hard and leaking. It's tip was flush pink, the same as his lips. He spits into his palm before working himself up, he knows you're nervous. He wants you to be intimidated by him. He pumps his shafts with slow strokes, "Tell me, what gets you off..." he sighs.

You look down to your feet, suddenly his voice booms, "No, do not look away," to which you began to tear up. His voice is soft now, "Sweetheart, look at me," he huffs. You look up at him now with tearful eyes, he groans, "Oh...that's it..." stroking his cock faster. A finger points directly at you in a 'come hither' motion. You walk towards him, still eyeing his shaft. How was that going to fit?

You felt warm despite the lack of clothing, there's a pooling sensation between your legs. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. His tongue darts against a breast. He teases the bud with his teeth. He made sure it was swollen and sensitive before giving attention to the other breast.

You never knew it could feel this...good. As soon as your hands reach for his hair he instantly stops, Robert remembers the reason why you're here. It wasn't to see him. You only wanted one thing, and he doesn't have time to play pretend. He just came here to collect what he's owed. At the end of the day, you were just a hired whore. He swats both hands away, giving you the cold shoulder. He lifts himself from the seat, throwing you against the carpet. You're confused at the sudden mood swing. It frightens you. Where the hell did that come from?

"It's a shame, you were doing so well," Robert sits up, his leaking cock now presses against his abdomen. He's pissed. He paid you for your time, you were suppose to focus only on his needs. Every word that came from his mouth dripped with anger, "It seems like you need a reminder on whore etiquette," he knows you've probably fucked a few before him, this was all part of your little roleplay act.

"I'm not a whore!" you detest lying, what made him not believe you? Forget it...this wasn't worth an argument, "You know what? You can take your money back asshole! Fuck this and fuck you--" a hand grips around your neck. He'll have to show you a thing or two of what comes with selling yourself out, especially to a complete stranger. You've always knew deep down that you'd regret your first, but this was downright terrifying.

This man, he didn't even see you as a person. As a human being. To him, this was all a transaction that was paid for, "What did you think that website was for? It's a human auction. Not just your cunt. Meaning I own your ass for the next few hours," he leans in, pressing his nose against yours, he growls, "Remember your place..."

Robert pulls you up by the hair, throwing you onto the bed. You scramble to get away but he's much stronger. He began to wrestle you. To which you land a slap on his cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You pause, now too scared to move. He touches the tender skin, it would surely leave a bruise tomorrow. Which just so happens to be an important meeting, "You little bitch..." he grips your jaw until it aches, forcing your mouth to open.

He takes the opportunity to spit inside, covering your mouth and pinching your nose. You felt like you wanted to gag. Finally, after fighting to hold your breath, you swallow. He grins, "See? even if you try to fight me, I always get what I want..."

You, of all people, should know this about him. Instead you try putting up a fight, "I hate you! I hate you! Let me go!" thrashing around. Both of his hands now pressed against your throat. He scolds, "If you want it to hurt I'll make it hurt like nothing else..." he flips you over, pressing his body against your own, making it harder to breathe.

He lets his pants slide down. Tugging off his boxers. He spits a wad into his hand, that should be enough to get comfortable, for him. But for you? Well, he wants it to hurt you. Otherwise, how will you learn? Whores like you deserve to feel pain. That's what you get for teasing him in your photos. He growls into your ear, "Time to try my pussy..."

He yanks down your panties before pressing his leaking tip against your opening. He muffles your cries in his palm. You couldn't hold back the tears. This man is going to break you! As retaliation you tilt your head to the side and bit into his forearm. He grunts from the pain, it only encourages him to carry out your punishment. He thrusts harder, grinding down his hips to reach as deep as he could go.

You sob from the pain, going limp from shock. All you could do was cry into his hand, bracing yourself against the cushioning below. You turned your head to face the mirror, taking a good look at your own sad, pathetic reflection. You were being dominated by a complete stranger. How did it get to this point? When did you become so pathetic? So desperate to the point where you became a whore for hire?

He held you close to his chest. He knows now you're too tired to fight him off. He kept jutting his hips back and fourth, moaning in your ear with a deep grumble. You could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. It repulses you. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were of skin-to-skin slapping, Robert's insults, and your muffled cries.

"Fuck....fuck m'gonna cum..." he grunts. He rubs his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scented perfume. He drags his face across the soft, supple skin. He can tell by the shimmer that you applied an expensive lotion earlier. Of course you wanted him, what woman wouldn't? He's handsome, rich, successful, he's the entire package.

So why were you begging for him not to finish inside? You were just being stubborn, that's all. He'll have to remind you of who's in charge, "I bought this pussy fair and square. If I want to put a baby in it, then bitch, I will," he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting until the skin breaks. He doesn't stop thrusting his hips. Plunging his cock deep inside to coat your womb. He moans, furrowing his brows from the feeling of your velvety walls.

"You think you're better than me huh? Old enough to fuck but not old enough to get knocked up, yeah fucking right" he huffs, "You just wanted an excuse to be whore..." His voice becomes hoarse, as the pleasure began to increase, "Fuck...fuck I'll buy you a big house just so I can fuck you in it...hm...yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" he doesn't stop his vigorous thrusts, "I’ll fuck some babies into you hm? You'd like that? I’ll give you a baby with blue eyes…something to remind you of me…" he flips you over, locking an arm around your neck.

All you could do was whine as you wait for the inevitable. Robert licks a stripe against your ear. He grunts with satisfaction, "Want you to remember this for the rest of your life....every time you think about your first time, you'll be thinking of me...." he fastens his pace. All you could do was stare back at your reflection. A tear trickles down your cheek. You couldn't help but agree. It was true, this moment would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Robert knows it. That's what gives him such an ego boost. He felt like he was on top of the fucking world. He growls in your ear, "Remember this, I.Fucking.Own.You." before unloading his spunk deep inside. He muffles a moan in the crook of your neck, bowing his head down to feel the bliss of it all. Fuck, he never came so much in his life. Was it the adrenaline or the pussy? He doesn't care. All he knows is that it's money well spent.

He slowly begins to pull out, hissing from the pleasure your pussy gave. He moans at the sight of his shaft dipped in a crimson tint, "Fuck me...if that isn't a sight for sore eyes..." he's made sure to mark his territory. He flips you over, you're too scared to even look at him.

He slides his hand from your stomach to your pelvis, "Hold on...I want to see it.." giving your lower abdomen a light push, forcing the rest of his seed out. It's mixed with a string of red. His lids are hooded, there's a twitch to his features. He grins, "Fuck...guess you weren't lying about me being your first..." he chuckles, "And here I thought you were just another lying whore..." playing with your emotions.

Robert lifts himself from the bed. He retrieves his belt on the floor, tying your wrists to the bed post. He doesn't want to risk you running away from him. Not while he still had a few hours left. He fixes himself in the mirror, coming his hair back to how it was before. Making sure that there wasn't a single strand out of place. He admires himself in the mirror. He felt like a fucking champ. Like nothing in the world could stop him, and so far there hasn't been.

Robert knew this was a good idea the moment he saw your profile online. He'd been tracking you down for quite some time, it's been a while. His obsession growing with each message sent. He had to own you. Mind, body, and soul. It was a good idea to install the hidden camera in the hotel. He could only stare at you from his office, viewing you changing into the set he'd purchased, admiring yourself in the mirror. He had to wait another agonizing hour before work was finished.

He notices the way you'd tried being presentable, all for him. How you would constantly check your phone just to see what his orders were. Submissive, compliant, needy. So fucking needy. That little pussy of yours needed his cock to break it in. He doesn't want it to end, he tosses a few bills onto the mattress, you don't even flinch. Your mind had already escaped.

Robert leans in, caging your body with his arms, "Why don't I keep you as my little plaything, hm?" he knows you've recently graduated. But what use was a degree compared to what he could give? What greater reward than being his pretty little housewife? You might as well put those looks to use. He plants a kiss against your lips, humming in satisfaction, "Need a good girl to balance me out..." he begins to rant, "And if you ever think of leaving me, I'll send a video of us fucking to your parents,"

But the thing is, you never told him who your parents were. It was then when the pieces began to fall into place. How could you be so stupid? His username was R-Morrow.

This was no other than the owner of Fischer Morrow, the man responsible for your landing parents in deep debt. Of course they trusted him, because he's your childhood friend. You lift yourself up and face him. Your voice in disbelief when you question the identity of the strange man, now with a tearful look, "R-Robbie?" you whisper. He pauses for a moment, head turning to the side as he looks your way, "Did you miss me?"

"...Why? I-I don't understand..." you began hyperventilating. This wasn't happening. Your childhood friend had taken your virginity. At one point, he was your entire world. He approaches you, no longer a lanky young boy but a man. He cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. He sighs, "Don't you remember the promise we made? To find each other?" his eyes bore into yours, "I could only dream of it, but now?" he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, "Now you're finally mine..."

[the-fab-fox]

⚡︎ BET, an AceBek love story.

Ace is backed into a corner when four out of five of his best friends set him a bet after he announced that he could make anyone from their year fall for him. Unfortunately, the others got to choose who he'd woo. The choice? Sebek Zigvolt. It shouldn't be too bad. Sebek's as much a part of the friend group as the others. But it's also Sebek. How will he manage to make the stuffy Diasomnia freshman fall for him before summer arrives? All he knows for sure, he's definitely got his work cut out for him.

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[gasps-inspanish]

From one of the Whumptober 2024 prompts I did, Day 6

The first person Roy made eye contact with was Jason Todd. He was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, right across from Roy’s bed. He was wearing a hat, probably to cover up the white part of his hair, and looked relieved when he made eye contact with Roy.

“Oh you’re awake” Dick said suddenly from his left, causing Roy to look at him lazily. He was sitting in a chair and holding Roy’s hand. Standing behind him was Ollie.

Roy couldn’t look away from Ollie, suddenly 15 years old again when Ollie found his stash. He shouldn’t care what Ollie thought anymore, he was an adult now. He didn’t need Ollie.

But then what was he waiting for?

Ollie smiled softly at him, and Roy was taken aback. Dick squeezed his hand and Roy automatically squeezed back.

“I’m not mad Roy” Ollie said softly. “No one is mad at you”.

[plotwhatplot]

Funpoison😈😈🔥🔥

my danger days hyper fixation rolled back around and punched me in the face so imma be writing a lot of killjoys stuff as i gather the balls to publish my smut lol

remember kids the killjoys r fictional and r not mcr <3

*this is also sum slight context for my party hcs btw bc yes*

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context: uhhhh... u may get the picture if u have a dirty mind.. just read- (this is an aftermath of another wip smutfic of mine)

*about 11 am*

Party poison: *walking out from around the hall stretching bc cunt* morning hoessss <333

everyone: good morninggg

Jet star: u and ghoul r up late

fun ghoul: oh yeah uhhh we couldnt rlly sleep :/

Party poison: uh- yeah type shi

kobra kid: well clearly yall were up at like 2 am💀

Fun ghoul: wha- wait how did u know that?

Kobra kid: uhhhhh long story short i got up last night to go to the bathroom and decided to take a smoke break outside before bed and uhhhh maybe dont leave the car windows open? (poor kobra, always the paragraph guy)

Fun ghoul: 😦

Party poison: 🫢

Fun ghoul: im going to kms-

Party poison: *wheezes*

Fun ghoul: STFU....

Party poison: okokokok im shutting up-🤭🤭🤭🤭

Jet star: wait whats going on-

poison, ghoul, and kobra: nothing :)))))

*they had car se-*

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context: elaboration on my mini skirt party poison headcanon, also kind of a prequel to my upcumming fic (hehe cummi-)

fun ghoul: alr guys and me party r gonna go hit the rave,

Party poison: *walking out from behind him in a mini skirt shorter than my attention span (that is extremely extremely short)*

Jet star: AY WOAHWOAHWOAH- *covers the girls eyes*

Party Poison: what?

Jet star: BITCH WE CAN SEE YO POOSAY ‼️‼️‼️THERE IS A MINOR HERE👿👿👿👿

Party Poison: oh right i forgor srry😶

Kobra Kid: *sips diva tea*

The Girl: what is this the fucking korn concert why cant i see😰

Jet star: one moment sweetie, *turns to ze hoez* GET OU-🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

Party Poison: ok ok im going hoe😭🙏

Fun ghoul: *grabs a condom from a drawer discreetly as he walks out*

Jet Star: r u fucking fr rn💀

Fun Ghoul: stfu before i throw ur ass to a scarecrow <3

The girl: whats that thing😃

Kobra Kid: *from across room* CANDY-

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context: elaboration on the party poison gun kink headcanon that i said i would not elaborate on (im writing a fic with it)

*fun ghoul minding his own business, possibly with a little friend in his pants bc u never know*

Party Poison: is that a gun in ur pants or r u just exited to see me?

Fun Ghoul: which one u want it to be?

Party Poison: uh-

Party Poison: *stares into the abyss*

Fun Ghoul: exactly <3

Party Poison: FUCK YOU

Fun Ghoul: exactly <3

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ok so yeah thats all i can come up w/ rn, its kinda short compared to my last lil set of scenarios i did but whtvr nevermind (hello hello hello hello how low *nirvana rizz*)

[eiivens]

One of my favorite things about being a writer (especially on ao3 and within fanfic spaces) is when things come full circle. There has been two, maybe three instances, where I have found out that one of my favorite ao3 authors has read and bookmarked my fic before I even found their works.

It's weird, yet so riveting, mindlessly going through the bookmarks of my fic and finding users who found my stuff before I found their stuff, and then when I got attached to their writing/fics, finding out they also liked mine beforehand??? AND liked it enough to bookmark it???? That is so CRAZY and, by far, one of my favorite feelings.

I've been closely following a dazai/chuuya fic for a few months now, checking their profile for updates like any other sane person, and today I recognized their username bookmarking my fic TWO YEARS AGO, just know I lost my mind for like 15 minutes.

[thebowiestroker69]

Record player // George Harrison x reader

Warningz: none? Reader is gender neutral

Summary: meeting George and the other Beatles (only Paul + John) at a record store. 1962

Note!!!: this is my first time writing 4 George so if it sucked that's why!! This wasn't revised but I think it's fine lol

You  slip on your coat and your shoes, flicking the lights out before locking your front door and stepping outside into the chilled air. It was a nice, slightly breezy day out and You had decided to head out to a small record store you had seen downtown.

You're house wasn't too terribly far and, as aforementioned, the weather was surprisingly nice that day. You walked past your apartment, then down the street, the wind blowing lightly against your face. You turn a corner or two, leading you up to the front step of the small, brick building housing the record shop. As you step in, you find yourself inside a warm and dimly lit brick shop, filled with musical instruments and records of all genres. The place is dusty and a little dingy, but not at all in a bad way. A record player sits off to the side next to the checkout counter, and the wall opposite it is lined with various instruments, (mainly string) with one lone drum kit resting in the corner.

As you walk in, you greet the cashier politely and begin to walk around, exploring the unfamiliar store. You flip through the records closest to the counter, beginning with the jazz, just searching for anything that you might like.

    The shop was small and relatively empty aside from your quiet presence.The records were organized in alphabetical order, so that was the order by which you searched them, taking out and holding any that interested you. Through the A's, B's, C's, then to the D's and. .. . . You turn your head to look at who enters as the shops bells ring

A loud clamour interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the small shop as a group of three ragged boys walked in, instruments in hand. One boy, the one with an almost baby-faced look (Paul obviously) haphazardly set a guitar onto the front counter, asking if the guitar could be repaired. You tried hard not to stare as you eyed the instrument, it was in rough condition alright. The sides of it had burn marks on it and the whole fretboard looked as if it had been run over by a bike. Poor thing.

In spite of this condition, the boy just leaned a leather sleeve covered arm against the glass counter and gave the shop owner a cheeky grin. The taller One of his mates shakes his head at the boy, while the other seems to be looking away and smoking a cigarette, nonchalant about the situation. You glance back down, opting to focus back on the records and silently watch how this whole scenario  might unfold.

The lad with the dainty face, who you soon find out is named Paul, starts trying to convince the store owner that surely the guitar isnt beyond repair. Because of the small size of the store, you have no choice but to overhear all of this, listening to the interaction as your fingers trace their way over to the E section. ..Elvis. . .Ella Fitzgerald. . . You took notice of how some of the records were out of order, like someone had put them back that way and they just hadn't been checked. Without realizing it, you soon become engrossed in the task of looking at the records, picking up new ones every so often.

You don't look at the group any more because of your focus, and cease to notice how the group had mostly dispersed across the store. It seemed that Paul had shifted from trying to convince with the owner to just settling for buying a new guitar, and was browsing around along with one of his mates. The third one, taller with an obviously curled mop on his head for hair, was peeking over, eyeing the records just across from you.

You hardly notice him, then hear a sudden "thunk!" Which wakes you up from this focussed state. You look over to see the source of the sound, eyes falling upon the taller lad as he reaches down to pick up the record he dropped, at least that's what you figured considering the noise and the timing. his eyes meet yours for a long second before he reaches a lanky hand back to the shelf putting the record back in its place.

You try your best not to notice, but as you continue browsing, the same lad seems to be stealing glances in your direction. He hadn't noticed you prior to locking eyes with you when he dropped the record, and it had just then sunken in to him that there was someone so beautiful and eye-catching next to him.

Time had passed with you taking your time to look through the store. Soon enough, his friends take notice of his quite obvious interest in you, with Paul elbowing him and telling him to quit his staring, and the other saying he ought to make a move before you notice and think hes creepy.

    You begin glancing around the shop, searching for a title of a record you would recognize, looking, scanning, searching and. . . . finding it. You calmly walk over to the record, it was one from an artist you had enjoyed listening to in the past and wanted to hear more music from, so you were so happy to find that they had that. You try to pull the record out from the shelf it was on, only to find that it was so wedged in between others that it would hardly budge. You spend what had to have been at least two minutes tugging at the vinyl before you heard a "need any help?" Coming from the taller lad, who was now at your side. "Uh, yeah that would be great." You reply, glad to at least get the record out. He pries it out with ease, handing it to you almost in one whole motion. "There. Glad I could help ya"

   You look up at him as hes speaking, now noticing how cute his face seems, with his prominent canines that almost resemble fangs alongside his well shaped jaw and lovely dark brown eyes. He looks down at you in a caring way, passing the vinyl over to you. You then take it in your hands, your cheeks reddening slightly as he continues to gaze at you for a moment.

You notice that from behind him, one of his friends seem to be looking at the two of you, one snickering and the other half whisper half chanting, sort of cheering him on.

    He looks back at his friends before looking shyly back down at you. "Ey, . . . Good choice, that's a nice album, great listen" he motions to the record, now in your hand. you could feel yourself acting shyer than usual, considering how attractive he was "oh, yeah. Thank you. I haven't been able to find much of this artists music."

   "Right. They're pretty good though, aren't they?" He scratches the back of his neck when saying this. You nod back up at him, happy that he's sharing this with you.

    He walks to the glass checkout counter, with you following not too far behind, record in cupped in your hands. He gently handed the cashier the set of guitar strings he's buying, then turning back to look at you, holding his hand out. You look down at his hand, mildly confused.

  "The record." He paused, looking back up at your face, thinking about how pretty you looked "I'd like to pay for it, if thats alright with you"

You're eyes widen as you hear him say that, definitely not expecting him to make that sort of offer towards you, someone he had just met. He waits patiently for your response, a moment of silence passing between you two. His mates continue to watch the scene play out with you and him.

   As the silence continues, it nearly becomes awkward, though you cut through it when saying "I hardly know you, I don't even know what your name is."

   He pauses, taking a moment to let what you said sink in "it's George, and you seem sweet." He looks to the side, adverting his gaze out of shyness, his face reddening slightly "besides, you're real cute. I wouldn't mind buyin it for ya"

    Your eyes widen as you look up at him, still in a surprised state as you nod your head again, saying "I'm y/n, and uh, that's so sweet of you. Thank you" allowing him to buy. You look happily back up at him, his eyes meeting yours; cheeks flushing a shade darker at his kindness. He passes the money to the store clerk, then hands you back the record, slipping it into your hand suprisingly gently. He guides you outside of the store, exiting himself then holding the door open for you to join him.

   You step outside, noticing the rest of the lads staying behind to talk to the stores manager once again. You thanked him again for buying your record, to which he stops you mid-sentance, telling you that it was no problem and he was happy to for someone as cute as you are.

    As you tell him that you'll be walking back home soon since you've bought what you had planned to, he looks deep into your eyes. "Could I have you stay just a minute longer?" He inquired, taking hold of the cuff of your sleeve, pulling you a little very gently.

Your eyes meet George's, with his cheeks flushed a shade of red, and an awkward but longing gaze looking down on you. "Sure, but only if it's short" you respond

He hesitates for a moment, gathering up the courage to say what he wants to without embarrassing himself. "I was wondering if you'd like to be mine."

A shocked look spreads across your face, not quite expecting this. You continue to listen intently, with George finishing what he wants to say "I know. I know we only just met, but I've got a good feeling about you, you know? You're real cute, kind, have great music taste." He points a long finger down to the record currently being held under your arm. 

"You seem like you would make a lovely partner, y/n" George continues, looking off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness.

    Your expression shifted into one of sheer flattery and happiness, a smile spreading across your face as you heard his words. "I would love to!" You nearly yell, the excitement getting to you, almost forgetting you had only just met George. Though awkward, he came off as surprisingly charming and was so, so handsome in your eyes.

He smiled back at you, his fang-like canines poking out against the bottom of his pretty lips. "Ah, that's great love."

His gaze shifts back to the inside of the shop, where his mates seem to be paying for the instrument, almost a second away from walking out the door and approaching you.

   "In that case, how about you meet up with me?  Same place, this weekend? We could go out to eat after" George makes another offer, and its one you know you won't refuse. He seems to have slightly shaken off the initial nervousness, with a more comfortable tone to his voice.

You smile once more "yeah, that sounds great!" As you speak, Paul pushes his way through the door, guitar in hand, causing the bell on the shops door to Ring out. Paul starts chatting with George and as the lads get to talking,  you figure it would be best to start walking back. Turning around, you lift your hand, keeping it low as you wave back at George.

   Though hes being pulled in the opposite direction by both of the other lads, he turns his head around one last time.  Looking at you walk away, he half-shouts "I can't wait to see you again, y/n!"

   You feel your cheeks flush as you continue waving back in response, flattered by him. His words linger in the air and You cant help but smile at them, filled with excitement as you make the walk back to your apartment. You almost thought you were crazy, but you couldn't wait to see this beautiful, kind acquaintance again too.

[nerdytextileartist]

Roy and Lian Harper in “Rules For My Dating Teenage Daughter”- Pt. 2

Roy, narrating: I ran the rest of the way to the headquarters. When I got in, it was foggy. I couldn't find Dick, Donna or the guys. Speedy looks around, when a yellow blur rushes him and knocks him to the ground. Speedy looks up and see "Kid Flash", though he appears to be heavily burnt. "Kid Flash": Oh look, guys. It's the fifth wheel. I didn't invite him. Did you? "Aqualad", "Wonder Girl" and "Robin", all just as heavily burnt and disfigured as "Kid Flash", surround Speedy along with a growing wall of fire. "Aqualad": Nope. "Wonder Girl": Why did you come back? I thought you didn't need help from a "stupid girl". Speedy, struggling to his feet: Donna, I- "Robin": We don’t need a deadweight like you. “The Teen Titans” push Speedy into the wall of fire, Speedy panicking as thick black smoke smothers him.  Suddenly, he sees one hand reaching out through the smoke, followed by another.  Speedy grabs them both and is pulled out of the smoke by Wonder Girl and Robin. Wonder Girl and Speedy exchange terse looks. Wonder Girl, coldly: I thought you went home. Speedy: I was going to, but it…looks like you guys could use some help…if you’re fine with it coming from a stupid jerk like me. Wonder Girl’s expression softens, smiling a little. Speedy: So where are we? (looking over and sees Kid Flash whizzing around and atop Antithesis while Aqualad is riding the Kraken from the 1981 film “Clash of the Titans” as it grapples Antithesis) Is that Garth?! Robin: Antithesis is back.  My guess is that his presence is letting me bring you guys into my head. Wonder Girl:  Antithesis tried to get to us one at a time, so we’re keeping him off balance by two of us hitting him at the same time.  Hopefully, we can wear him down enough so I can use this (holds out her hands and the Lasso of Persuasion appears) to make him leave our dimension. Speedy: So basically, we’re using our imaginations to beat him up? Beat Speedy: I’m game. Wonder Girl nods and winged sandals appear on Robin’s feet who then flies towards Antithesis, throwing glowing Batarangs that explode when they hit Antithesis but avoids Aqualad and his Kraken.  Kid Flash scoops up Speedy as they race towards Antithesis as he shakes off the exploding Batarangs.  Speedy makes the motion of drawing a bow, an actual bow materializing in his hands.  An arrow, crackling with electricity, is nocked and ready. Speedy, shouting: Garth! Aqualad looks up and nods.  He whispers to the Kraken to let go of Antithesis, who is stumbling.  Speedy lets loose the arrow.  The arrow transforms into a bolt of lightning and hits its mark, electrocuting Antithesis until he is quite charred and punch-drunk. Wonder Girl twirls and swings the Lasso of Persuasion, its loop growing until it is big enough to envelop Antithesis’ massive head. Wonder Girl pulls and the loop tightens around Antithesis’ neck.  Antithesis struggles as Wonder Girl jerks the Lasso, throwing Antithesis to the ground. Wonder Girl, firmly: I want you to leave this dimension and NEVER come back! The Lasso of Persuasion glows and, despite Antithesis’ struggling, he fades away as do Aqualad, the Kraken and Kid Flash.  Speedy looks at Wonder Girl, she looks at him, and they each exchange a small smile as they fade away. Roy, narrating: We all woke back up, but not only was the floor of the cave wet ‘cause Garth left the shower running, my phone was buzzing with a ton of texts from Ollie.

[thetormentita]

fire and blood - prelude

Bad decisions bring great tragedies.

Pairing: Original Male! Targaryen x Viserys Targaryen (platonic), Aemma Arryn x Viserys Targaryen

A/n: let me put a third brother in the equation, not all is viserys and daemon loving/hating each other 🤔

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, basically Aemma’s corpse is witnessing everything

Rating: Mature (+16)

Tagging: @novaursa @maegelletargaryen

Bitter tears run down his face as he leans over the body consumed by grief and desperation. The only thing he can do is embrace him tightly, being his support despite his own feelings.

Poor Aemma, she did not deserve such an end.

“Aemma…” Viserys whispers with a trembling voice, his heart heavy with sorrow, the sharp sting of loss piercing through him. “How could…?”

Another sob.

Maekar would gladly tell him how could it happen, how his blind thirst for an heir had clouded his mind, but he stays silent. It is useless to remind his brother of the biggest mistake of his life.

It is cold in the room, the chill seeping into their bones, wrapping around their grief as if to solidify it, make it something tangible. The fire in the hearth had long gone out, its warmth a distant memory, much like the laughter that once filled this very room. Only the rumour of the dresses of the Silent Sisters dares to break the silence as they finish with the dead body of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Maekar takes a deep breath, fighting back his own tears, as he observes the lifeless face of her goodsister, the sweet and pliant Aemma, and memories from the life spent together come to his mind, hitting it like a hammer hits a nail.

“What am I going to do?” Viserys, once the pillar of them three, always with a clear mind and a polite and agreeable spark upon his eyes clings to him in despair, his voice barely more than a whisper lost amidst the cold walls of the chamber. The Silent Sisters, sworn to the service of death, continue their sacred duties with the solemn grace that their office demands, their movements both methodical and gentle as they prepare Aemma's body for its final journey. The air is filled with the faint, haunting scent of flowers and herbs, a poignant reminder of life in the midst of death.

“Carry on” his own voice low as well, his mind going to the girls who have just lost their mother in a cruel attempt of his father to preserve their line, once the greatest and shiniest of the whole realm. “Nyra and Aly need their father now more than ever.”

He steps closer to the side of Aemma's body, his hand hovering but not quite touching the cool, pale skin that once glowed with warmth and life. The room, draped in shadows and the soft glow of candles, seems to close in on him, amplifying the weight of his grief and responsibility. A deep, aching sorrow grips his heart as he thinks of the young girls, their future forever altered by this tragic event. Rhaenyra, with her mother’s intelligence and fiery spirit, and Alysanne, who inherited her mother’s kindness and grace, now must navigate a world without their guiding light. The thought of them facing the harsh realities of their destiny without the gentle hand of their mother to guide them pierces his soul. He has always known that the path laid before them would be fraught with challenges, but he had hoped to shield them from the cruelest parts of their inheritance for as long as possible. Now, with their mother gone, the onus falls on him to be both shield and guide. He must tread carefully, for the world they inhabit is not kind to the faint of heart or the innocent.

His eldest brother looks at him, despair etched deep within his eyes, a reflection of the burden that now weighs heavily upon their shoulders. It's a silent communication, a shared understanding that their lives will never be the same. They stand together, on the precipice of a future fraught with uncertainty, yet bound by a resolve to protect and nurture the young sisters behind them.

“I will help you with the girls” Maekar mumbles, soft spoken yet firm in his resolve, his voice barely above a whisper but laden with determination. The weight of his promise hangs in the air, tangible and solemn. “But they need their father, Viserys” Viserys nods, the movement almost imperceptible, his eyes weathered from the storms of past regrets and shimmering with the fragile hope of redemption, meets Maekar's gaze. “Nyra and Aly need you by their side, do you hear me?”

Maekar's words cut through the thick fog of despair that had been clinging to Viserys, a clear beacon in the tumultuous sea of his thoughts. Maekar has lived shadowed by his elder brothers, but it had let him learn from them and their surroundings, that much that even Viserys had trusted him enough to give him a seat on his council as a mere advisor, showing him his gratitude for having negotiated during the council at Harrenhal. What he had never expected was to become the voice of reason in Viserys’s darkest hour.

“I’ve got you” he mumbles as his brother sobs bitterly into his shoulder, the weight of the crown heavier on Viserys’s head than any physical burden could ever be. “I’ve got you, brother.” Maekar leans over his brother’s head and just kisses his head, softly, closing his own eyes as he tries to keep himself steady.

…

He frowns as he approaches the Council’s room, the news of a new meeting so soon after Aemma’s passing unsettles him deeply. The kingdom is still mourning, the air thick with grief, and yet the wheels of politics grind on, indifferent to personal loss.

“Gentlemen.” he greets them as he comes into the room, ser Harrold following him closely.

All eyes are upon him, clearly expecting Viserys instead of the youngest dragon. As he takes the round stone from the tray and puts it into the King’s place, he raises an eyebrow at them all, almost expecting them to complain about the absence of their monarch. Maekar takes sit on his brother’s chair, his posture both a reflection of his lineage and the burden of the crown he never had the chance to bear one day —not that he wishes it.

“My Prince” Otto Hightower speaks after clearing his throat, his voice modullated and carefully measured to convey respect and a hint of caution, "the realm appreciates your presence here today, in lieu of King Viserys. We all understand the troubled path that now His Grace has to—”

“I am not my brother, Otto. Let’s get straight to the point, shall we? My nieces await.”

Of course. The girls. With Daemon expelled from court after his rejoiceful incident at the brothel and Rhaenys on Driftmark with her own family, his priority is to look after his nieces, to let them know they are loved and supported after the lose of their mother.

Oh, sweet Aemma.

Quickly the meeting drives them to the treasure, the grain and the state of the city after the failed tourney for the late Baelon’s birth.

If only Viserys would have been more measured…

“There is also the future of the princesses on the table, as well as the matter of succession.”

Maekar raises an eyebrow at the Grand Maester, silently, his blood boiling at the dispassion of his brother’s council, wondering for a mere moment how many of those faces he would change.

“Succession, you say Mellos?” he tries his best to not lose his temper “How could you dare to speak of such matters when you have been the one to open my goodsister like cattle?” he bangs his fist on the big wooden table, some of the lords around it get startled by his reaction. “Aemma is dead because of your blade, Grand Maester. Yours! You haven’t even waited for a whole day to let our family mourn her and her baby to think about replacing her with another and separate my nieces. Shame on you! Everybody out! Now!”

Maekar stands, his finger pointing the doors of the council chamber as his other fist is clenched tightly, his knuckles white in tension, trying his best to not lose his temper.

Only when the rest are gone, the Master of Laws approaches him, slowly, careful not to provoke him further. “Prince Maekar,” he begins, his voice low and steady, aiming to inject a calming influence into the charged atmosphere, “I am terribly sorry for your loss. I know you were close friends with the Queen and I understand the impact her passing has had on you. Losing someone of such prominence and personal connection is never easy.”

“Thank you, lord Lyonel” Maekar’s face softens for a moment, showing a glimpse of the profound grief he's been trying to mask with anger. He sits again, his posture slightly deflated, the weight of his sorrow momentarily displacing the fury. “I— This will be hard, specially for the girls.”

Lyonel Strong sits by the Hand’s chair when ser Harrold closes the door, leaving them alone, apart from the rest of the court. They quickly connected, both of them having similar targets for the realm, and they had been seen before walking through the corridors or discussing over any text from the library or projects of laws.

“They will be well guarded, my prince. My daughters are with them, and I think there are other young ladies around them for them to not feel alone.”

Maekar nods, silent, his thoughts seemingly wandering to the safety and well-being of Rhaenyra and Alysanne.

“Mother passed when I was just a little lad, you know? Father said it was about two moons before my third nameday.” he clenches his jaw as he speaks, clearly the memory still a tender wound that had never fully healed. "I never really knew her, but I know that the girls will do, and the thoughts about Aemma will sting on them. I— I feel so hopeless when I think I will not be able to protect them from that harm.”

Maekar has been there for the entirety of their lives. Having watched them grow up from sweet babes to young and promising women, he feels a duty so deep it's etched into his very soul. “You're not alone in this,” Lyonel says softly, the warmth in his voice aimed to soothe the heavy burden Maekar carried. "We have each other, and together, we can provide a stronghold around them. Sure the matter of another royal wedding will be put over the table, the same with them, but I give you my word that we will give them the future they deserve.”

[deceitfuldevout]

Struggle

Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count: +1,857

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Misogynistic remarks, Manhandling, Play fighting gone wrong.

Author's Note(s): I was inspired by a soundgasm audio

You and Neil were childhood bestfriends. As thick as thieves. He had been there for you since day one. You grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and eventually became co-owners of gumshoe movie store. Neil was always the one who wiped away your tears. He was your shoulder to cry on after a nasty breakup. One of the perks of living with your best friend are movie nights. You and Neil would pick out some movies to share.

He knows you love them as much as he does. His was up first, then yours would be after. You would switch the order every weekend. Neil's choice was alright, it was one of those old western movies. You on the other hand picked something newer. One of those action movies with a powerhouse female lead. You thought it was going well. That is until Neil scoffs, you turn to the side and look at him, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No it's just...do you really think she could take them all down in hand-to-hand combat?" out of everything the movie had, that was his biggest concern? Your brows furrow, "Are you saying you could take her on?" now sitting up. Neil tilts his head, "Well, I mean yeah? She's a twig, it'd be hard not to win," he's dead serious about it too. You don't take his remarks seriously. It's not like he meant it, right?

That's when you felt the need to speak up, "Neil it's just a movie, and besides, size doesn't matter in a fight," when you turn your attention back to the screen Neil looks away, "Size doesn't matter?" he's taken aback. He pauses the movie, "Let me get this straight: You're confident that size doesn't matter?" he wants to test this hypothesis out, "Because I'm a lot stronger than you," it's not that Neil thinks he is, it's that he knows so, "I don't mean to sound insensitive but, there's also a biological factor,"

You turn towards Neil and raise a brow, "You're that confident you'll win?" previously, you've won the last several fights against him. But then again, you were both nine years old. He nears, "I bet I could pin you down in less than ten seconds," he wants to test out that theory. So, You decide to test it out, getting into position, "Three...two...one-" but before you've had a chance to even find solid grounding, Neil already has you pinned to the couch.

It stuns you, for a moment you were left in disbelief. How did he? When did he? It was so fast you hadn't even seen it coming. You try lifting yourself up but Neil shoves you down with a light 'thud'. When you try to sit, he does it again, only harder. This was nothing to him. He didn't even seem tired. For a moment you question yourself. Had Neil been holding back the entire time? It was almost surprising how strong he was. "C'mon...fight back, I said fight back..." Neil hovers over you. Both of his legs now straddling your sides.

He manages to trap both your wrists together in one of his hands. You try to pulling them free but his grip is unbreakable. You've never noticed how strong he actually was. Sure, he'd let you sit on his shoulders during concerts, or even lift you up in a hug, but this was the first time you've really noticed his concentrated strength. It took little to no effort pinning you down. He leans in, now face-to-face, "Do you give up?" he taunts, "Just admit that I'm stronger than you...there's no use fighting it..."

You didn't want to lose that easily. You kept twisting and turning in an attempt to escape. It was futile. Neil had won fair and square. His hands began to roam under your shirt, playfully caressing your rib cage. He brushes his fingers against the bare skin. You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish feeling, "O-ok ok! You win!" a burst of laughter erupts from you. After a moment, Neil finally stops. He takes in the sight of you, staring at the peaks forming on both breasts. He licks his lips, ducking his head down. He places a few kisses on your jawline, then down the side of your neck, all the way to your shoulder.

They quickly turn into wet kisses, then suckling. It felt ticklish. Neil had always been overly handsy around you. Even sharing a first kiss in grade school. His hands grip your hips in a tight grasp. You grab his wrists and start to pull, but it was like trying to move metal bars. His brows furrow, obviously annoyed now. He pulls both your arms above your head before tugging at your shirt. It didn't take much for him to drag it up. He knows you detest wearing a bra indoors. He doesn't mind that at all.

You gasp, "Neil! What the hell?! S-stop!" At that moment you did something you never thought would happen. Never in a million years would you have imagined putting your hands on him. You slap Neil across the face. His hair falls down to his forehead. There's a visible red mark on his cheek. His jaw clenches. For the first time ever, Neil Lewis is at a loss for words. You scramble to the other side of the couch, attempting to fix your disheveled clothes. You look back at your best friend in disbelief.

His pupils are blown with lust. His cheeks are a flushed pink as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, "Let's make a bet, if you can break free, I'll let you go," he captures your ankle, pulling you across the couch towards him, "But if I manage to keep you pinned..." he cups your mound, digging his finger into the slit, "I get to tryout this pussy..." he's dead serious too.

You couldn't believe it. This isn't him. This isn't the same Neil who would comfort you after a nasty breakup. Or be the first one to wipe away those tears away whenever someone tried to hurt you. This wasn't just anyone saying it, this was your best friend. He may have a reputation of being a notorious prankster, but this was taking it too far. You start tearing up, "Neil, you're scaring me..."

He snickers, playfully swiping at your tears with his tongue, "C'mon, keep fighting," he shook your shoulders, "Fight back if you don't want it," his expression changes. It contorts into a snarl as he starts tugging at the fabric of your clothes. You try to fight him off. Neil grins with delight. This was all a game to him.

It was entertaining to Neil, watching your feeble attempt to stop him. He rubs his hard on against your mound, bucking his hips a few times with a moan, "Yeah keep struggling, no matter what you do...I'm bigger than you...stronger than you..." he juts his hips again, only harder this time, "Fuck you have no idea how much this is turning me on..." his voice is much deeper. There's just something about the thrill of it that turns him on. No matter how much you twist and turn, or how hard you try, it was nothing compared to his strength.

Neil may be on the leaner side but he could manage in a fight. His free hand reaches under the waistband of your panties. He lets out a gasp, "Oh fuck..." rubbing his digits up and down your slit to collect any slickness. He yanks down the fabric with ease, taking in the sight of your folds. Neil moans, "Already so wet, yet I haven't even touched you" he clicks his tongue, inspecting your now glistening folds. His eyelids are hooded as he examines the slickness sticking to his fingers, "My, my, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this..."

Neil lowers his head to your mound. He whispers, "Lemme just..." he flattens his tongue against your core. He gives a long stripe from your leaking hole to your clit, wrapping his lips around it with a moan, "Mmm..." his eyes are blissfully shut. His lashes flutter with pleasure as his brows furrow in delight. Fuck...you taste so good. Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Neil never saw a flaw in you. All those ex's were dumb as shit for dumping you. But no worries, he's here to make up for it.

His fingers slide in with little to no resistance. He began to pump them vigorously in and out your channel. Your toes began to curl from the angel he hit, throwing back your head in pleasure. Neil releases your clit for only a moment, "Fuck...you're enjoying me using you huh?" he teases, then returns to tasting you. He adds more pressure to that sweet, spongey spot inside.

You came, hard. A gush of arousal hits Neil's face as he sucks in your bud. He's having the time of his life, moaning through your climax. He parts, now licking his lips, "Who knew you were such a slut?" he chuckles. His cock twitches at the sight of your tuckered-out form. He's eager to finish what he's started.

Neil frantically unbuckles his belt. He lets his pants slide off, reaching into his boxers to pull out his semi-hard cock. He gives it a few tugs before aiming the leaking tip at your entrance. Neil had never been more desperate in his life to feel a woman. He's only ever imagined this moment while lying in bed late at night. But now? He's not going to waste another second. He buries his cock deep inside, muffling his moans into your shoulder, "M'yeah...just stay still and be my cocksleeve, yeah?" Neil thrusts his hips at a more rapid pace.

You could hear him choke out, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..fuck!" Neil was right. He is too strong. All you could do was lay there as he took what he wanted, staring blankly at the ceiling as he chases his high. He suckles and kisses against your skin to mark what was his. He sighs, "So good...so good for me..." he playfully licks against your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. His hands held your head in place as he dips it inside.

After he's finishes inside Neil doesn't let you go, no. Instead he manhandles you onto his lap. You're still pierced by his cock. You could practically feel it still twitching inside. Neil catches his breath, he has an arm wrapped around your waist. He leans back against the sofa, pulling you in with him. He reaches for the remote to play the movie. Unbothered by what just happened. You're splayed across his chest with your shirt still on.

Every now and then Neil lazily juts his hips up just to feel you gripping him. He rubs small circles on your lower back, reaching down to squeeze your ass. He doesn't look away from the T.V., not even after he hears you sniffling. You choke out, "I-I hate you..." those words don't bother him. He knows you can get a little emotional and doesn't think too much of it. He places a kiss on your temple, "No you don't," he's sure of it.

[the-fab-fox]

♛ DOTH PROTEST TOO MUCH, a JeiVil smut fic.

Vil and Jade had a... unique arrangement. There was no rhyme or reason for it. No set time for their exchange. Yet they wound up finding each other intertwined all the same. They're latest tryst was rather risqué in it's location, but Vil paid it little mind. What mattered to him was getting their business over and done with. Now, if he could just get the other to shut his frustratingly pretty mouth about useless things.

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Just a friendly reminder!

[envydeanwrites]

For @starcrosseddeancas 's Dreamy Drabble Week

#8: adventure

Dean really should have thought of this before he got neck deep into a relationship with Castiel. Sure, Dean is outdoorsy — he likes being outside and busy and walking through forests — but what Castiel is doing is dragging him to the top of a freaking mountain.

Out of breath and feet aching, Dean is tempted to beg Castiel to stop and let them rest.

"Only a short way to go to the top!" Castiel calls back to him. He doesn't sound like he's even broken a sweat.

"Great!" Dean says with a half-hearted thumbs up.

Dean can feel the weight of the ring in his backpack and decides that he'll find a smaller hill to propose on because he's not doing here with sweat dripping down every part of him.

Castiel, obviously, reaches the summit first, touching the stones at the point. Dean drags himself to it a few moments later and feels relief pour through him.

Dean closes his eyes and misses Castiel getting on one knee. It's only when a nearby hiker pokes him does he realise

[emo-sonic]

Episode 2 of Tales from the Zones (Killjoy Legends AU) is available to read now

TW: blood

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63176473/chapters/163165963#workskin

[thebowiestroker69]

My fanfic concepts list + ones that I've written

- perhaps this is a little too niche? But (for context) John Lennon and Bowie worked on music together + John was the main thing that got David into drugs ,, so maybe a thin white duke x John Lennon x reader

- Period comfort headcanons 4 the fab four

- David Bowie x Alien!reader

- young!(Teen) Ringo Starr x (ALSO TEEN OBVIOUSLY)Reader

- maybe teen Ringo Starr x reader where they meet while he's hospitalized??

- this is a big maybe but Yoko x John x reader poly

- Ringo Starr x artist!reader or all the Beatles x artist! Reader

- smth with George Harrison!!! I rlly wanna write 4 him but haven't gotten a good grasp on like,, his personality yet if that makes sense

- some sort of Pattie Boyd x reader where she gets with the reader instead of Eric Clapton

Note: plsss send me some suggestions/tell me if u like these!! I'm in the middle of a Ringo Starr x reader rn which will be up very soon.

[nerdytextileartist]

Roy and Lian Harper in “Rules For My Dating Teenage Daughter”-Part 1

In the Titan Tunnels, Roy is sitting at a table, replacing the string of his recurve bow. Across the table, Lian is watching him. Lian: So, what was your first date like? Roy, looking up: Who are you askin' out? Boy? Girl? Enby? Lian: Eugenia Espinosa. She's in my math class. (growing more smitten) She's tall, she has a backpack with all these cute little patches, she can jump a fence wearing a long skirt. Roy: Hm. So, is she into parkour? (Lian nods)  What do you got planned if she says “yes”. I could see you two jumping around Alley Town, watching the sunset. Lian, uneasily: Yeah, something like that. It's weird. I've probably seen her around Gotham for the last three years and never really noticed her 'til now. Does she even like me back? What if I ask her out and she just looks at me like "Eww, get away from me"?! Roy, setting down his bow: Okay, story time. (Lian perks her head) You asked me what my first date was like, so here we go. Lian turns her attention to Roy. Roy: This takes place during a time some people would call "Teen Titans: Year One". Dick, Wally, Donna, Garth and I just defeated Antithesis and saved the Justice League. All of us were riding that high and it was then when I decided to shoot my shot and ask Donna out. Lian: She said "yes"? Roy: Yeah. When I went back with Ollie, I asked to borrow the Arrow Car. He said "no", but I got him to change his mind. Lian, skeptical: Weren't you like my age when you joined up with the Titans? How did you not get pulled over by the cops? Roy: Honestly, I have no idea. Then again, Donna's favorite spot was a pretty secluded beach, but anyway, Ollie told me these three rules- "Don't bring her home, don't knock her up, and don't wreck the car". Lian: You wrecked the car. Roy, laughs: That was pretty obvious. Lian: How'd it happen? What happened with you and Donna? Roy: Remember Donna's favorite spot? After I picked up Donna in the Arrow Car, I drove over to the beach and we walked along it and we, uh, talked, as the sun went down. When we went back for the car, it was gone. Donna wanted to call Ollie and Titans for help, but, dumbass that I am, I insisted on finding the car myself and decided to give Ding-Dong Daddy's chop shop a visit. Lian: Ding-Dong Daddy? Roy: Our villains had some dumb names back then. Anyhoo, Donna and I tracked the Arrow Car down, but, uh, Daddy had already modded the car with a machine gun and was getting to run me over, but Donna slammed her fists down on the hood and totaled it! (sighs) I wish I could say that I thanked her for saving me and that we explained everything to Ollie, and we lived happily ever after. Lian: It didn't go like that. Roy: I yelled out her and told her that I didn't need help from a girl and told her to go home. She left and I called a tow truck to take me and the car back to Ollie's. Beat Lian: That can't be the end of the story! Did you apologize to Donna? What did Dick, Wally and Garth say about this? Roy: I'm getting to that. So, I'm in the tow truck with the driver and I'm still pretty steamed. Flashback- Roy as Speedy is in the passenger seat of the tow truck, fuming. The driver is a man with a hunched back. The Driver: Really did a number on the engine block. Did you drop a boulder on it? Speedy: My date punched it. Driver, blinking in disbelief: Huh. Now, why would she go and do a thing like that? Speedy: I had the guy in my sights! I would have stopped him and the car! She didn't have to do anything! Driver: Seems to me that she didn't want to see you become roadkill. I've been there before, wanting to prove that you're capable, that you have the right stuff. Nothing wrong with that, but nothing wrong with wanting to jump in and help people you care about. Speedy huffs. The driver is silent. Speedy: Stop here.