#fuck 👏 him 👏 on 👏 the 👏 floor

[redmyeyes]

❝ I want you to fuck me. ❞

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[f1rodrigo]

the mclaren boy mystery | part three

l. norris / o. piastri

summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna

a/n: honestly i have no clue how long it's been... but I KNOW it's been LONG. and i am incredibly sorry. but wow is it easy for things to just get away from me but i finally got the motivation and want to continue this so here we are! who knows how long it will last but let me not get ahead of myself with any promises. i hope you all are well and enjoy! MWAH <3

part one | part two

sweet relief series | valentine's day

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yourusername keepin it classy 🍸 @/alexandrasaintmleux

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user1 not sure classy is the word i'd use...

⤷ user2 seek help<3

user3 WHEN TWO WAGS MEET UP TO MAXIMIZE THEIR JOINT WAG

⤷ user4 stfusshdf im crying

⤷ user5 the way we don't even know for sure if shes a wag

user6 shes so IT girl i cant

alexandrasaintmleux my girl

⤷ yourusername mwah mwah mwah

user7 oscar in the likes bro im gonna end it all

user8 with alex... charles in the likes... double date...walk with me here

⤷ user9 just cause charles liked doesn't mean he was with them 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷ user10 fr like his gf is in the post 😭

landonorris text me back maybe

⤷ yourusername desperate much

⤷ user11 WHY DOES HE NEED TO TEXT HER WHEN THEY SHOULD BE TOGETHER??????

⤷ user12 bc she was there with oscar... piastri nation RISE 💆‍♀️

⤷ user13 my jaws on the floor i don't know what to believe anymore

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yourusername yee... haw?

p.s. a shoutout to @/oscarpiastri for the chugging tips...

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user1 omg ok. can everyone just stay calm.

user2 ARE WE READING THE CAPTION. I REPEAT ARE WE READING THE CAPTION

⤷ user1 great so that'd be a no.

oscarpiastri not sure they boded well seeing as about 5? seconds after that photo there was wine down your shirt... but you're? welcome?

⤷ yourusername …mind ur business piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri hey you dragged me into this mess first

user3 ynoscar nation its been amazing, i think we're nearing our well deserved victory

⤷ user4 LETS NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES

user5 such excellent wag material here guys i NEED to know if she's dating one of them

user7 fuck landoscar DATE ME! LOVE ME!

user8 ynlando nation it feels so over 😪

⤷ user9 WE CANNOT GIVE UP NOW

user10 user landonorris found dead in a ditch

user11 this is certifiably INSANE what do YOU MEAN chugging tips???!?!?!?

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landonorris 100 stickers, 100 races, and a brand new trophy to add to the mix 🏆❤️

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user1 the writing on the second pic he is so unserious

user2 ur honor i love him 🥲

yourusername special weekend. congrats.

⤷ user3 why am i getting friend vibes

⤷ user4 fr just grasping at straws now huh 😭😭

⤷ user5 no but the periods???? its giving my mom when shes mad at me

⤷ user6 "special weekend" WHAT DO U MEANNNNN

⤷ user7 maybe it has something to do with the 100th race and podium....... 😭

oscarpiastri good job 👏

⤷ user8 maybe landoscar are dating

⤷ user9 CORRECT!

⤷ user10 at least oscar can add an emoji

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oscarpiastri not our weekend... but the company makes it a bit better. 🇲🇽 here we come!

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user1 you're joking. you're fucking joking.

user2 THE LAST SLIDE YN IS IN THE LAST SLIDE

⤷ user3 PLUS THE CAPTION??????? its giving soft launch im sorry this is basically confirmation

⤷ user4 but like its really not though

mclaren 🧡🧡🧡🧡

user5 nah am i the only one thinking they're just fucking with us at this point 😭

user6 are we forgetting that there are also two other girls in that picture

⤷ user7 well... yes BUT they've been known to be friends of oscars so its like...

⤷ user8 so its like he posted a photo of his friends! yup!

⤷ user9 no fr like yn is also known to be friends with oscar? its all just internet speculation how is this confirmation

⤷ user10 well we've never got a grid post from lando of yn sooooo

⤷ user11 valid point

user12 on to the next!! keep pushing, we love you<3

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lando.jpg team mclaren

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user1 this is adorable

user2 NEW JPG POST AKA MY REASON TO LIVE JUST DROPPED

user3 CAPTION LAST SLIDE OH MY GOD IS THAT YN

⤷ user4 I THINK SO SHE WAS WEARING THAT TOP IN COTA

user5 ynlando has never been so alive holy shit

user6 forget ynlando!! we've got oscar in a jpg post 🥹

yourusername 4life

⤷ user7 im in a puddle of tears

⤷ user8 this feels so much like confirmation guys!!!!!!

⤷ user9 idgaf if they're dating or not either way this relationship is so adorable wtf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

user10 ynoscar truther clocking in! i pretend i do not see!

user11 i'm going to pass out

user12 he considers her part of team mclaren 🥲🥲🥲🥲

user13 i swear they see us freaking out and are like here’s more content to confuse the fuck out of you even more

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part one | part two

taglist:

i know it has been a while so just message me or reply to be removed or added <3333

@landoscar-f1 @urfavnoirette @imsiriuslyreal @geniusalpaca @wadupppp

@tinyhrry @clemmisser @itsprashimusic @leclercdream @eugene-emt-roe

@lozzamez3 @sbrn0905 @ririyulife @not-nyasa @bloodyymaryyy

@ihatetakumi @orangetreekid @ares10156 @susieees-blog

@loloekie @sarx164 @evie-119

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[finniestoncrane]

PREWAR COOPER STUFFS ❤️‍🔥 DESPERATELY needing some fluffy morning after/Sunday morning routine with his wifey 😩👏 him being VERY grabby and just an absolute horndog dkfnfnrk (he is down bad for reader)

Morning, Sunshine

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k hello post divorce cooper, please hit me up, i'll make you eggs (also post-divorce barb i know you're a baddie but that's just my type so i'll make you eggs too pls lemme make you eggs too...ANYWAY) but please this is so cute and i have made it gender neutral as you corrected so everyone enjoy being cooper's little chef and getting caressed by this hungover idiot 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive things, mentions of alcohol, angst

Cooper stumbled into the kitchen, his feet shuffling on the floor as though they were made of lead, unable to lift them any higher. He groaned as the light from the windows assaulted him, and you smiled without turning to him, offering a brief, hushed 'good morning'. He returned the greeting with a groan. His entire body felt weighed down, the ache of sleeping in one position all night, lacked out in a drunken stupor after he had pawed at you and attempted to fuck the lingering stress out of his body.

And now he was in his own kitchen, messy from the small gathering of friends from the night before, stressed once more and hungover as shit to boot.

But there you were, by the stove, the source of the wonderful smell that had woken him up and had him drifting from the sancutary of his dark bedroom to face the world. Even when he was hungover, or sick, or just too damn tired to accept reality, he did it anyway. Who knew how many more mornings there were for him to see? That looming threat, the dark secret he had to keep to himself, one not even Barb knew was the real reason for their divorce. The source of his agonies, but also, the reason he felt so inspired to wake up each morning and spend as much of the time he had left with you as possible.

"I wasn't expecting you out of bed any time beforeat least midday, Coop."

"Then you shouldn't have started cooking something so god damn delicious."

His voice grew closer as he made his way, instinctually, towards you.

"I'm sorry, did it wake you up?"

"It did, but there's nothing to apologise for."

He was behind you now as you stood in front of the burners, a pan in your hand, your signature omelette cooking over the heat, your grip wobbling a little as Cooper looped his arms around your body. Everything he did stole your attention, pulling your focus with his charismatic personality, the way he commanded a room the moment he entered. And it didn't help that he had begun to kiss at your neck, letting his lips drag along your prickling skin as he moved down to your shoulder, nuzzling back into you as he sighed. The satisfied moan on the exhale had your stomach tensing, eliciting a soft moan of your own in reply.

"You want me to make you something to eat?"

"Please, darlin'. If that isn't a bother."

"Never is for you, Mr Howard. You get a coffee and take a seat, I'll be right with you."

Once he was seated with his mug, the morning newspaper to the side of the place setting at the kitchen island, you turned from the stove to plate up the omelette for him. It was the first you had properly looked at him that morning, and you could feel your breath hitching as you took him in. Even in this state, bedraggled, skin greasy with a sheen of sweat, hair unkempt and slicked back in messy waves, his breath, which you could smell over the countertop, still tainted with the cocktails he’d been making the night before. Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. And those same eyes couldn’t help but fall to his chest, his robe hanging open, exposing his torso down to his navel.

You wondered if he’d bothered to find any underwear to put on before covering himself with the short robe when he’d stumbled out of bed.

“Oh, sweetheart. You made this for yourself.”

“You eat first, I’ll make one for myself just now.”

Cooper flashed you a grin, one you remembered seeing so often in press photos, at promotional events.

“You really are a doll, know that?”

You returned his smile, turning back to the stove as he ate a few bites of the omelette with a satisfied groan. Cooper took a sip of coffee, watching you over the top of the mug. Every day could be the last. He didn’t want to believe it, but it always hung in the back of his mind. He’d lost Barb to Vaut-Tec, lost Janey, at least partly, to the divorce. He’d lost his sense of security to the war, his work to the paranoia that had burrowed inside of him. You were all he had now, and intended to cling to you with everything he had. Holding your hand tight at the party last night, clutching your body in the bed as he fucked you, passionate, desperate. His fingers entwined in yours as you slept, then holding you in his arms, your body smooth and warm.

Cooper stood up from his chair, unintentionally quiet to the point where you didn’t even notice he had moved until he was right behind you again, pressing himself against you so tight that you could feel the beginnings of his erection pushing into you. With a firm hand, he took your wrist, guiding you to set down the pan, switching the stove off and turning you in a choreographed spin so that you were facing him, your chests together, eyes trained on one another.

“You got enough ingredients for another, right?”

“Uh… yeah? Why?”

“I just think it might be ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”

His hands slipped down from your lower back, cupping both of your cheeks as he raised his eyebrows in a silent, questioning plea. Every moment with you was precious to him, every inch of your body worth placing a kiss to, worth tasting and savouring. Why not make the most of your time together by making sure you were as close to each other, as pleasured and satisfied, as possible?

So, when you blushed, biting your lip and giggling, he knew you agreed, and he took your hand and pulled you back to the comfort of the bedroom with you, hoping to relieve himself of a little more stress.

[vvallent1ne]

Taking What’s Not Yours

sebastian solace x gn reader :))

ehe. the hyperfixation is bad …

i honestly wrote this because a friend asked me to, so thank you to them!! 😊

wc: 1,401

small description: you haven’t seen sebastian in a good long while.

warnings: hugging, sexual innuendo(s)??, just a lot of tension overall tbh, seb is kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, but nothing actually happens besides hugging you FREAKS, seb and reader both love each other 😊, small relationship doubts from reader, honestly just a very anxious reader altogether, seb is tall as fuck, reader is a human prisoner!!, reader is GENDER NEUTRAL !! 👏👏

song that inspired fic: taking what’s not yours by TV Girl !!

This run around the Blacksite was particularly taxing. You’d been here for hours and you still haven’t gotten past door 45. The entities really seemed to have it out of for this time around, appearing more frequently than usual.

Maybe they were all just cranky today. You understood.

To make matters worse, you had accidentally flashed Eyefestation with your flash beacon out of fear and enraged it. Great. Just what you needed. You had also previously opened a false door out of pure impatience and got a big chunk of your health taken off. You were low on health and patience today.

Luckily, you knew that Sebastian’s room would be coming soon, and this realization brought a heat and hue to your cheeks. You were excited to see him. Him, a monster you once feared, turned into the man you were excited to see. You sighed to yourself, knowing that you were stupidly falling head over heels.

Soon enough, you had walked into room 49 and immediately heard the familiar sound of the metal of Sebastian’s vent hitting the concrete flooring. It used to startle you, but now, it brings you a sense of comfort.

“You know where to find me.” His sirenic voice cooed from inside the vent, practically drawing you in. You could feel your face slipping open with an idiotically happy smile as you began to maneuver down the vent.

“I know where to look.” You responded, your glee evident in your tone. How many days has it been, you wondered, since you had last seen him? Did he miss you, as you missed him? Did he share the same aching of your ribs, the enclosing feeling that you were far from the one you loved? You hoped he did.

You paused at the eye of the vent, right before his office, and furrowed your brows in worry. What if he wasn’t happy to see you? What if he was enjoying his break from you, a “silly human” as he liked to call you.

Were you reading too much into this, or too little?

“Hey now, you know I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” He teased, the last pasty said under his breath, but still heard by you. Your cheeks warmed, questioning if he truly did mean it in that way or not. You shook your disruptive thoughts out of your mind and continued to crawl outside of the vent and into Sebastian’s office.

You turned your body around so that you could land on your feet instead of your face. You had learned from a previous encounter that Sebastian was never going to let you live that down. Hell, even if you died, he wouldn’t let go of it.

“Woah now, don’t hurt that pretty face of yours again.” He chuckled, the memory flooding back into his mind. You noticed the small compliment thrown in with this teasing. Pretty, huh? He should look in a mirror. The realization soon set in that he had called your face … pretty? You felt your entire body heat up once again. Why was he being so flirtatious today?

Throughout you two’s relationship, though only having begun a few weeks ago, Sebastian had never been this charming with his compliments or as… direct with his innuendos. This side of him seemed like a completely different person. What had changed about him since you were gone?

You made a conscious effort to ignore his fluster-inducing compliment and made sure to land securely on your feet. You looked a bit to the right, expecting him to be in his normal place.

Instead, your eyes caught view of him practically right in front of you, his height towering over you like a human to an ant. That was also, coincidentally, how you felt around him as of now. Like a small, crushable ant.

You had to crane your neck all the way up to look him in his three eyes, and you noticed that each of them lingered only on you. It felt weird to have so much of his attention on you all at one time, you were practically squirming under his vice-like gaze.

“Long time no see,” You spoke, trying to alleviate the awkward tension you were feeling. Sebastian, on the other hand, seemed to have no problem with it. You moved around him, heading towards his tail to hopefully be cleared of his stare, but it was of no use. “How’ve you been?” You asked genuinely. You were told once that the best way to get someone’s attention off of you, was to get them to talk about themselves.

However, Sebastian just stared at you, as apathetic as ever. You guessed that he saw through your tactic, and you were now suddenly very nervous. He slithered his tail away from you, right as you were about to buy a first aid kit for your wounds, and came towards you with his upper body.

He lowered himself down as far as he could without discomfort, and his arms were around you in an instant. You stood there, still, unmoving, for at least seven seconds. Your mouth gaped and your eyes shot wide open, not at all expecting his gesture. You eventually snapped out of your dazed state and wrapped your two, music smaller arms, around his neck.

Despite being a combination of a bunch of cold-blooded fish, he was still the warmest thing you’ve ever felt. You practically melted into the hug, and he grasped your waist with two hands to keep you upright. His other hand came to the back of your head, pushing you into his clothed chest and playing with your hair.

So this was heaven, huh?

You’ve never felt so loved, so doted over, so cared for. All of the horrors from outside these four walls faded into a distant memory in the back of your head. That’s what Sebastian did. He protected you, inside and out, and held you like you were the most important thing in the world to him, and you held him the same. Because it was true. You were his world, and he, yours. Any and all of your doubts about him from your time away dispersed the second he touched you, held you, loved you.

In a place where there was no love to be found, he gave you the supply you had been missing. And so did you.

“Cut the small talk, I’ve missed you so.” He spoke in a hushed whisper against the shell of your right ear. You reddened immediately, however you weren’t sure if it was because of his words, or the fact that he was so close to you. Maybe both.

“Really?” You spoke, a teasing lilt in your voice. You hadn’t even realized how sultry it had sounded until it came out of your mouth. Your eyes widened m, fearing his reply, and praying it wouldn’t come with more teasing—you don’t think you could candle any more of it.

“Of course I do, I have no customers as great and pulchritudinous as you.” He replied, every word sounding genuine. You weren’t quite sure what that last adjective was, but you were blushing anyway. Damn him and his attractively wide vocabulary.

“You best not.” You spit back, unbridled jealousy obvious in your tone. You were too tired to try and hide it. Plus, Sebastian figures out everything you seem to be hiding regardless. He seemed to see through you almost, as if you were made of glass.

He gripped your hips tighter at the covetousness dripping from your words, his claws lightly grazing your skin through your diving gear.

“Oh, is that so?” He chuckled before smugly smirking down at your face, buried in his rumbling chest. “My, do you truly believe that anyone else could make me feel the things that you do, mon chéri?” He finished his teasing question by prying your head off his chest, using his third hand to grip your smaller chin, forcing you to look at him when you answered.

“I don’t know how I make you feel…” You trailed off. His eyes on your face, your cheeks, your lips, made you doubt anything you had said. You wanted him to approve of you so, so badly.

He looked down at you with an almost predatory hunger. His eyes became half-lidded as he leaned down to face you head-on.

“Would you like me to show you?”

[getmeoutofhell]

could you do slasher house with a reader who’s a vampire :33 like which slasher would let them feed on them and etc etc 🧛🏻‍♂️🩸

Reader being a vampire in the Horror House headcanons!

being a vampire in a house full of evil spirited murders is something you don’t think of. as you arrive at the place, the slashers act like you’re one of them. well i mean, in some way you are right?

now, let’s talk about who would let you feed on them.

well, i know for a fact freddy would definitely let you feed on him, i think. maybe in dream world only tho, because you know he’s useless in real life. in the real world he’s all like “you ain’t sucking my veins, vampie!” but in dream world he’ll say something like “drink me baby!” or something like that.

as for some of the others, not a chance. more specifically micheal is saying hell no. 😂

if you’re out hunting or whatever, one of the slashers will be there with you. they like when the get the victim close to death, and then you step in and finish them off by taking their blood.

back to freddy he may find you attractive for being a blood thirsty creature. although aren’t they all blood thirsty? 🤔

anyway, you’ll have fun in the house. sometimes jason will let you drink his victims blood, he’s so sweet you just can’t help but love him.

hannibal knows that you don’t like garlic, so when he makes your plate of food, he won’t put none on there. sometimes if he pre seasons his food, he’ll let you know that there’s gonna he garlic in it. he’s a respectful human isn’t he? :)

patrick couldn’t give less of a fuck. i’m lying he is now more freaked out and worried you might try and steal his blood. so when he sees you, he immediately runs the opposite direction. you’re slight offended. he doesn’t wanna look like a raisin, what can i say?

oh yeah let’s talk about the sun light. you, valak, and malthus hate that shit. don’t worry, you won’t really be around it, since you know you’re not the only one who hates it. the floor their on is pretty dark, so that’s good.

as for the rest of them, they’re fine with you being a vampire. once they get to know you they fuck with your vibe.

the ghostface group think you being a blood sucking physco is awesome! going into more detail mickey alteri is gonna try to smash. that’s up to you if you let him 😂👏

[your-nanas-house]

Fuck...ing mommy

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X Stepmom!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, cowgirl, blowjob, handjob, p in v, boobies job, stepmom x stepson, kissing, age gap (Robert 25 and Y/n 39) mention of impotence and an unhappy forced marriage.

◇ Summary: After a mistake Y/n made things go pretty intense in the penthouse.

◇ Note: An AMAZING collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989 , a wild one. Hope you enjoy...👏.

It definitely wasn't a good day, at least not for Robert as he got out of the car, slamming the door out of anger. Maurice Fischer was in a horrible mood today, and he didn't have any issues with taking it out on his son. Whole day Robert had to deal with backhanded comments and getting called names on every minor mistake.

That’s why, as soon as his shift was over, he jumped into the car pulling off the parking lot as fast as he could. Fishing in his pocket for a card to enter the penthouse they were currently sharing because of the flood in his own apartment a couple levels lower.

The front door made a soft click noise as he entered, allowing him to enter and throw his suitcase on the couch with a deep sigh.

The silence echoing through the space was… unusual, but since it was one of the first times this year when he was home this early, he brushed it off. His stepmom was the usual one to keep the house, with her energy… she was probably busy, at that time, with the chores his dad had left her, so that was probably the reason because she wasn’t near the front door, ready to greet him at the entrance, offering something to eat and a small talk.

The young man sighed loudly, his frustration clear as he tried to free himself from the tie that was getting tighter and tighter in his mind. His coat hanging where it should, his rich shoes resting right beneath.

A scoff escaping his lips when he saw a crease in the tie his mom had gifted him on his 18th birthday.. he needed to fix it, quickly. With a steady and quick pace he walked to his father’s bedroom to grab the number of their trustworthy dry cleaner.

His mind was long gone in the worries concerning his participation in business, and repeating the stressful situations that happened that particular day, so he wasn't paying attention.

As he walked in the room, his light blue eyes on the floor while walking with a goal, a feminine and sensual voice brought him back to reality, making him freeze in place. “Home earlier, huh” the voice purred, attracting his gaze in a magnetic way.

His heart was beating like crazy at the view that he had in front of him… his stepmom was on all four, thin lacy lingerie “covering” the best parts of her mature and feminine body, Her ass sticking out, up in the air as the fabric of the thong, almost completely trapped between her round firm cheeks… her back arched in a delicious way, allowing her round big breasts to press against the soft mattress, the lacy red cloth rubbing slightly against the quilts as she wiggled her butt and that way all her body. Her nylon stockings hugging her long legs, stopping mid-thighs, held by her matching garters in a teasing but extremely seductive way.

“Been working all day, honey” she whispered, arching her back more. Robert’s body got more worked up as his eyes slowly widened and stared shamelessly at her, noticing the silky blindfold that covered her eyes… sinfully angelic, he thought.

“All day long for you” she interrupted his trance in a smooth, silky voice that caressed his mind in the most pleasurable way. It felt like… honey almost, buttery soft tone with a hint of desperation— a deadly combination which on top of the unusually delicious sight, made his mind go blank, and his cock hard at an alarming rate.

With good timing, almost like she knew what she was doing, Y/n smiled, biting her bottom lip while she slid smoothly down on the bed, her body flat against the mattress… her round, perky ass was so noticeable, even in that position.

“I think I deserve a little reward, don’t you agree?” she teased, making Robert’s gaze race back and forth from her barely covered body, to her beautiful face. Little reward? He chuckled internally. That poor lady, Robert thought as he remembered that she was sleeping with his old father.

I'd give you a huge one, his snug mind added, as his hard cock twitched in his pants.

The older woman rolled on her back slowly in a sensual way, her hands playing with her hair before she pushed her breasts together, tongue swirling over her plump lips.

”I need it. Now.” She breathed out, rolling over on her belly again. With the wine red blindfold still intact, she crawled upwards, towards the end of the bed.

Seeing that the situation was progressing with each second, Robert's mind tried to fight the desperate urge to just.. give her what she wanted, because he shouldn't.

Of course he shouldn't, after all it was his.. stepmother.

As soon as she reached blindly in the air, he couldn't help but not leave her hanging, he wanted to be a good stepson for her.

With one single step he closed the distance between the bed and his shins, as he stood right next to the bed.

With a hungry smile on her lips, she reached for his thighs, pressing her hands flat against the material of his expensive pants rubbing them up and down.

”Mmm I've been hungry all day.” She murmured softly, biting her bottom lip softly brushing her face against his clothed boner… her tongue daring to come out to lick the fabric of his suit pants, before rubbing her cheek against it… letting a purr escape her. Damn if he was lucky that she was so disgusted by his father to have to wear a blindfold behind the closed door of their bedroom.

Consequently a long desperate sigh left her lips, which were pressed against Robert’s lower stomach… After she pulled it out of the pants,(don’t like it) she reached for the button, opening it up with a swift move. Draping her little fingers over the band of his boxers, she slowly pulled them down with a smile.

A smile that quickly turned into confusion as a huge penis jumped out of the underwear, hitting her in the face. Knowing exactly how.. not well endowed Maurice was, her suspicions arose as she tried to wrap her hand around the massive girth, unsuccessfully.

Her blood run cold, she quickly got pale as worry and fear slapped her out from her horny state “Maurice-–” she murmured, her voice cracking due to all the emotions.

Robert shivered, his mouth softly open, as he thrusted unintentionally forward, his leaking tip touching her slightly open mouth, smearing his precum against her lips… making her hand tighten around his thick cock and her body jolting back.

Y/n quickly removed the blindfold to reveal her wide eyes

“ROBERT!” she exclaimed, jumping off the king size bed so that she could grab a robe and cover her half-naked self in pure panic and shock. “Oh my god, dear. I’m so sorry, I.. I thought it was your father” she quickly explained, blaming herself without hesitance.. her view of her stepson innocent, seeing him as too young for this kind of thing.

Robert opened his mouth, attempting to say something.. anything as he tucked his rock hard cock back into his pants in a rush, his eyes staring at her tongue which cleaned her lips from him.

As soon as he managed to do so, they heard a slam of the front door.

”I’m home!” Maurice yelled in that typical, grumpy and annoyed voice. This man was forever unsatisfied.

Hearing it, Robert looked Y/n the eyes again, shooting her last apologizing look before retreating from her bedroom, and rushing to his own bedroom.

Y/n was frozen, standing in her room and hugging herself lightly, trying to shake off the guilt of the fact that… she liked the view of her stepson with his cock in her hand.

Admitting easily to herself that it was the most exciting sexual encounter she had for the last few years, ever since she married her husband… and the way his dick felt in her hand, she thought before quickly shaking her head. I need to stop, she added internally before heading to the bathroom to take a shower, rubbing her temples while trying to think about the chores she had to do before the day would have ended.

~~~~

The morning after the older woman woke up like usual, she prepared breakfast for everyone, leaving it in the kitchen before starting to take care of the house like the good housewife Maurice wanted her to be.

She managed to clean up their bedroom and the bathroom before she started to gather around the dirty clothes around the house, a soft music following her as she walked around. Entering what was Robert’s childhood bedroom without any worries, confident it was empty since the time and her everyday life would suggest that he was at work as well, since Maurice was long gone… in all the years ever since she joined the Fischer family, it was the first time for her to live together with Robert.

So it came up as an extreme surprise when she found him still in bed, his hair a handsome mess, a sleepy expression on his face… one hand on his stomach and the other behind his head, a clear visible bulge covered by the blanket that was covering him.

“Oh gosh, sorry, darling. I thought you were already at work” she explained, focusing her eyes on the dirty laundry basket, not noticing her stepson’s lazy gaze traveling all over her body, taking in her outfit. Silky white shorts, a revealing almost see-through tank top that allowed him to see her bare chest under the white fabric… her hard nipples pressing against it.

Robert’s body getting more and more excited at the view, his already hard-rock cock twitching and leaking, almost wetting his pajama pants… luckily not the blanket as well.

“I’m here to take the dirty laundry, honey. Can you show—” she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes stopping on her stepson who was sitting on his bed, his morning-wood so deliciously noticeable now.

His veiny hands pulled up his shirt, revealing his muscular abdomen and hair path under the navel. As the shirt went up further, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his muscular pecs and smooth, broad shoulders.… short dark chest-hair peppering his upper chest in an almost aesthetic way. Y/n’s jaw fell slack, at the utter shock she felt.

In her eyes, he was always so… innocent. Delicate and broken.

The same man she saw as a boy… was now boldly looking her straight in the eyes with the confidence that made her feel intimidated. Something she hasn't felt… for a while.

Gulping the knot that formed in her throat, she kept staring even though Robert was witnessing her hungry gaze.

With one eyebrow raised in a cocky manner, Robert rose from his bed, standing a few feet across Y/n. Without a second of doubt, he pulled down his pajama bottoms, standing completely naked in front of a woman that should be… like a mother to him.

Y/n’s eyes were wide open, as the laundry basket fell to her feet. She wasn't able to hold it, not when that massive cock that she tasted not so long ago, stood proudly looking right into her eyes. The pink tip was leaking with a clear fluid as it throbbed slightly.

Robert picked his pajamas from the floor, coming closer as he handed it to Y/n looking down at her with a serious expression.

”There you go” he said in a low, raspy voice as his Adam's apple bobbed on his throat. He could see the hunger written all over her face, he just… needed to push a little further to make her take the first step.

Her eyes closed for a brief moment, she cursed under her breath while picking back up the basket, placing his clothes in it before trying to focus on something else… like the sock that “dropped” from the bushel.

The older woman shifted, bending automatically down to grab the piece of clothing and place it back in place… accidentally brushing Robert's erect cock with her round ass, earning a low grunt from him.

As the younger man shook softly because of the jolt of pleasure, Y/n's reacted immediately as the panic settled, making her turn around without thinking… so that she could check on her stepson, worried to have hurt him somehow.

“Oh gosh, sweetie, sor—” she tried to apologize, freezing as soon as the leaking organ slapped her across the face making her gasps softly…and Robert groan. He was so glad of her clumsiness.

Her eyes were blown out, her mouth slightly agape, while her body completely froze in place… the air making her notice the pre-cum which had painted her beautiful face.

“Shit, mama, are you trying to kill me or something?” Robert murmured under his breath, his big hand now holding the base of it as his heavy balls tightened visibly, getting her attention immediately.

Robert noticed it, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips as he gripped it harder. ”Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.

It took her a moment to try to speak, words dying down her throat as she just hummed a confirmation… not really registering his question. Robert chuckled, seeing her state. He had the upper hand now.

His left hand slowly moved onto her head as she didn't move from the spot so close to him. His right hand stroked his length lazily as the other one caressed her hair gently, scratching her scalp softly.

”Do you need something, mum?.. huh?” he couldn't help but keep teasing, seeing her hungry eyes staring at his pulsing, veiny cock.

She glanced up, hearing the tone of his voice, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly before she finally spoke

“Seems like you're the one who needs something, eh… mommy doesn't like being mocked” she informed him, licking his angry red tip without warming— collecting the pre-cum that was threatening to drop. He didn't expect it, at all, and his head flew back immediately, followed by a hiss, due to the sudden sensation of her warm tongue on his sensitive tip.

”Fuck!” He spat out, grabbing a hold of her head.

His beautiful eyes fluttering shut as he felt the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him. His patience was basically non existent as he saw her, kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Robert’s hand pulled her head down, making her choke around his girthy member as he hit the back of her throat with each thrust.

His heart pounding inside of his chest as his hips speed up the pace, wet, slapping noises filling his bedroom in a sinful but delicious way. Robert couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

Y/n struggled to contain all of him in her throat, saliva dripping down her chin along with the tears that fell from her eyes. She was a mess, all because of him.

”That’s a good mummy” He hissed out, pulling her down and keeping all of his cock down her throat for a few longer moments.

Y/n silently prayed that he would let go of her head soon, as she couldn't breathe around his thick cock that filled up all of her throat to the brim. A musky, masculine scent hitting her nostrils since her nose got pulled against his pelvis… her chin making contact with his balls with each move, as he greedily kept pressing her against his body.

As time passed, her hands tried to claw his muscular thighs.. her nails digging in his pale freckled skin as a warning to let her go.

He finally got the message, pulling her away with a hiss as Y/n eagerly tried to catch a breath. His cock was a mess, completely covered with spit and throbbing. The red color showing how desperate he was for release.

”Get up” He commanded suddenly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders before pulling her up.

As soon as Y/n got on her feet and managed to clean her face, she came closer grabbing his jaw suddenly… making Robert’s eyes go wide in surprise.

”Look, sweetheart…” She started out before the other hand went to grab his needy cock.. a little too hard for his liking, causing him to wince.

”You won't tell me what to do, baby. I’m your mommy not your slut” she whispered into his ear, the grip on his member tightening even more. ”Got the message?” She asked with the sweetest mum voice she could pull off, making him nod obediently. ”Good boy” she praised softly.

As soon as the last words left her lips, she pushed him on his king sized bed, watching as he stared at her. Like she was the most beautiful thing on the earth.

Y/n smiled seeing it, as she undressed slowly, putting on a bit of a show. Before he knew it, she was straddling his thighs and stroking his pink cock with both hands.

Her touch was soft but determinate, she wanted something and was for sure going to get it…. To take it from him.

Robert's body was shaking in pleasure now, her teasing touch was driving him crazy… making his back arch and his breath go heavier.

“Y/n—” he hissed, making it sound almost like a curse or invite/suggestion to speed things up. Hearing it, she looked up angrily, one of her hands landing a harsh slap on his face.

”That wasn't right now, was it?” She asked, still stroking his dick. ”What do you call your mummy, Robert?” Her tone was so soft and gentle, that he almost believed her good intentions.

”M..mommy.” He repeated with a whine, making Y/n chuckle.

”Good boy” She praised, leaning down and kissing his tip. “Such.. a good boy” she hummed at the taste as soon as she licked her lips clean.

Her free hand wandered on her stomach… slowly up to her bare breasts to play with her nipples. Taking a small break from the handjob to focus on her own body, pinching and brushing her thumbs on her erect nipples… causing her back to arch and her hips to shift against Robert's.

Her eyes glancing down, meeting his amazed gaze before she leaned down her chest now hovering above his face in a teasing way.

His stare daring to move from her tits to her eyes, stretching his neck to reach her face as soon as he noticed her leaning in for a kiss… A long, passionate and sweet kiss that got more intense as she grinded her bare pussy against his cock.

It didn't last that long since the older woman was getting a bit impatient by the mere feeling of his responsive length.

“Getting mommy all wet, huh?” she whispered, biting her bottom lip, excited by the situation “Can you get your mama's titties wet too, honey?” she requested sweetly, lowering her chest so that he could reach it with his mouth.

The pressure her teeth were giving to her bottom lip increased as Robert attacked her swollen chest, hiding his face between what he was willing to call heaven so that he could wet them just as his mommy had requested him…. Licking, mouthing and spitting on them till she was satisfied enough.

Enough to move away and kneel down back on the floor, happy to rest her legs on a soft carpet instead of a cold floor. Her hands busy teasing her breasts close to his cock before finally squeezing it between them.

A hum left her body as she watched Robert react to her actions, bouncing with the thrusts he was giving as he fucked desperately her boobs.

“Mommy!” He whined, increasing his speed desperate for more, his balls now slapping against her tits every time he made them reach the base of his member.

“Yes, my good boy” she cooed, letting him hold her big breasts as he wanted, so that she could reach his balls with her small hands, playing around with them while her eyes watched his cock appear and disappear between her chest.

Her eyes closing quickly and her mouth opening as he shuttered, thrusting up his hips before freezing completely.. shooting his load on her face and boobs, earning a soft hum of approval from her.

Robert was panting, his eyes still blown out at what just happened. Y/n watched him with a grin as she scooped up some cum with her fingers, before shoving them in her mouth with a hum.

”Fucking naughty” Robert scoffed with a smile, watching her.

With her actions, it didn't take a long time for him to grow hard again, and Y/n wasn't shy about watching the whole process. Her gaze didn't falter for a moment as she stared at his cock growing harder, bigger with each passing second before he was ready again.

I missed it, she thought, thinking of how long it always took for Maurice to get ready, if she was lucky enough that he'll.. get ready at all, that is.

Robert’s hands remained above his head as he watched her get up, rubbing her clit lightly with a quiet purr. Coming closer, she threw her leg over his, straddling his lap while grabbing his cock in her small hand, stroking it again. He was still quite sensitive, so he hissed quietly at the sensation.

”Fuck.. give me a moment, mommy” He asked, but Y/n just shook her head, lining him up with her slick entrance.

”I waited long enough.” She responded almost arrogantly with a smile, as she slammed down taking all of his impressive length into her tight heat with a loud moan.

Her back arched at the sensation, she could feel him filling her up completely, a bulge present in her lower stomach. “So big, baby” she moaned out impressed, squeezing her walls teasingly around his cock, earning a low desperate moan from him.

“So-fucking-big” she murmured through gritted teeth, bouncing hard at each word “Want to…feel you deep balls inside of me, baby!” she quickly added, rolling sensually her hips with the goal to reach her own peak.

Her smaller hands resting on his abs before moving in a teasing pace up to his pecs… remaining there for support, so that she could finally bounce wildly on his length. Accepting the stretching feeling and the pain mixed to a pleasure she didn't feel in ages.

“Fucking hell” she cursed, her ass smacking against his thighs at every rough and fast bounce— her breasts following the movements of her body, moving in a hypnotic way, making her look like a tiny angel who was there to ride the sin out of him or so was Robert's view of that moment.

They both missed the sensation of passionate sex, and the thrill of the “taboo” to all of it was just an addition.

He so desperately wanted to wrap his bruised lips around her nipples, suckling on them like a needy infant… burying his cock deeper inside of her cunt, railing it till they would have both reached their peaks. He was quite sure that his father never gave her an orgasm before, and even if he did, it wouldn't come close to the one HE would have given her now.

”So… beautiful” He breathed out with half-closed eyes as he kept moving, trying to spend all of his cum inside her as soon as his climax started to hit his whole body, making his muscles relax under her touch.

His eyes rolled back as she continued to bounce, milking his cock as another orgasms built up not long after.

His hips shuttered upwards and his hands grabbed her hips, rolling her in a quick motion with the back against the mattress so that he could fuck his cum deep inside of her sensitive pussy making her squirm. His head was buried in her breasts all along, even as he kept pumping.

The pleasure so strong that Y/n didn't pay attention to her top half enough to notice.

Only after a couple minutes, Robert slowed down to a stop, laying on top of her with his mouth still attached to her hardened nipples as he kept sucking.

Y/n sighed deeply in satisfaction, looking down at him with a grin and cocked eyebrow.

”Well… are you hungry, baby?” She asked with a giggle, patting his head. Robert tilted his head to the side, laying on her breasts with a cute little smile.

”Mhmmm.” He hummed softly.

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[xzaddyzanakinx]

Just an idea for your next series, maybe best friends brother Anakin…your best friend would be totally pissed you were sleeping with their older brother Anakin so it’s gotta stay a secret but it’s so hard because…he’s Anakin 👏

Oh our best friend would hate us.

Backshots over the kitchen table at 3:00am. Sneaking into his room. Sucking his cock in the garage bc ‘he might be hungry, let me go check.’. His tongue buried in your cunt after a day on the lake, lusting over you and being unable to have you. His hand clamped over your mouth as he pounds you into the floor of his sisters bedroom while she sleeps in the bed just feet away.

“We’re going to 7/11 do you want anything?” Anakin asked his sister.

“A slushee!” She answered, looking over to you. “A blue one, don’t let him lie to you and tell you I like cherry.” She said seriously.

“You have my word.” You snorted.

As soon as you made it out to Anakin’s truck you laid into him, chiding him for his choice of excuse. He should’ve known better, why not say Dollar General? You can get the same snacks there, sans slushee’s. Now you actually *had* to go to 7/11. Less time for him to pull you over into his lap and down onto his cock.

Less time for him to give you a semi-obvious hickey because he just can’t help himself. He needs everyone to know you’re taken, but his sister is oblivious, at this point he’d have to be fucking you in broad daylight for her to realize you were involved with her brother.

Wasn’t the suspicious squirming and smack to Anakin’s chest as he pumped his long fingers into your needy cunt from under the blanket not enough of a clue? Didn’t she find it strange that you hopped up from the couch and tugged your shorts into place while Anakin struggled to stifle a deep chuckle?

Shouldn’t it have been disgustingly obvious when Anakin unashamedly sucked his fingers clean as he stood up to follow you out of the living room, far away from movie night with your best friend?

His unrelenting need for your pussy would be the downfall of this secret relationship, but that’s okay.

He hates secrets.

[fryingpan1234567]

listen I knowwww Roach should be British. he was on a British task force. he’s got the flag on his uniforms. but when @fixfoxnox said southerner Roach I just couldn’t not love him okay leave me alone

anyways. southerner Roach shenanigans

(I guess you could call this a Something in the Orange fanfic since he’s besties with Jackson in this scenario as well as dating Ghost and Soap……… but it’s general enough it’s probably fine ANYWAYS)

Roach’s accent, while it normally only lightly flavors a few of his words, gets considerably thicker when he’s visiting home

I mean like he does the thing southerners do where they somehow mash entire sentences into one word and the others are just like “……….what” but Jackson is nodding like he understood

Like. They’re all at dinner together somewhere. Somebody brings up the rodeo at the state fair. The Europeans have no idea what they’re talking about. Roach just goes “y’ain’tneverheardadat??” and Soap nearly has a stroke trying to figure out what he meant but Jackson continues to eat soundly like he didn’t hear anything wrong

COWBOY👏 HAT👏 RULE👏

HELP

No no no they go to some random dive bar for one of their birthdays. It doesn’t matter whose. Jackson and Roach both have cowboy hats because OBVIOUSLY and like. They exchange this look that the others can’t figure out whenever one of their boyfriends steals their hat via flirting

(They tell them later and then can’t stop laughing while Soap and Ghost and Gaz are just sitting there like uh oh)

After that the hat stealing is very much purposeful

Square dancing to fucking Timber by Kesha and Pitbull in said dive bar because that’s just required idk what to tell you

Soap and Ghost seeing Roach ride a horse for the first time and visibly bluescreen

Roach recognizing people from high school in his hometown even tho he hasn’t seen them in like 20 years

He likes Taylor Swift but only her old country-adjacent stuff

Ghost and Soap couldn’t figure out his aversion to any kind of substitute milk until he took them home and they found out it’s because he grew up drinking milk that literally came from the cows he has in his backyard. They own two cows. And a few chickens. Very resourceful

Jackson and Roach dragging the 141 to Roach’s family’s Super Bowl party one year because in the southern states it’s a huge fucking deal

The Europeans being like “………this is quite possibly one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen in my life” but their boys are having fun so it’s okay

God help the rest of them. Jackson and Roach are rooting for opposite teams.

There’s screaming, there’s wrestling on the living room floor, there’s spilling food and beer everywhere. The amount of rubbing it in after a touchdown lands is fucking crazy, and they’ve shouted about stabbing each other every single time

Eventually, maybe with a bit of googling, the others get into it. Soap hasn’t stopped shoving Mrs. Roach’s buffalo chicken dip in his face since he’d discovered it when they’d arrived, and Ghost was letting the kids use his tattoo like a coloring page while he chatted with Roach’s dad and brothers. Gaz kept getting elbowed in the ribs whenever Roach and Jackson tousled on the couch, and a couple times he was asked to hold Jackson’s beer so “I can kick some sense into this dipshit,” usually followed by Roach’s maniacal cackling. Price was banging around in the kitchen with Mrs. Roach. Nobody knew how he’d gotten dragged into that, but he seemed to be enjoying himself

On the topic of bringing the boys home to the fam oh my GODS thanksgiving

Ghost is not a dessert person. He’s never been a dessert person. But he had four slices of Mr. Roach’s apple pie, so,,,,,,,,, apparently he is actually a dessert person

Obvi Roach is good with all guns, but he was hunting with his dad and brothers by the time he was like six. He knows how to work a shotgun like he breathes

(Ahem being southern is why he’s so fucking stubborn btw if anyone was wondering)

Roach and Jackson both are religious Dolly Parton listeners

“DID U GUYS KNOW SHE WROTE JOLENE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ON THE SAME DAY—“

Ghost and Soap wake up one night because there’s a weird noise outside. They poke Roach awake like “???? what was that??” and he was just like “oh yeah the woods make noises sometimes. don’t worry about it. if something actually wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t hear it coming” and promptly passed back out

“Yea I’ve seen a skinwalker before” “FYM YOU’VE S E E N O N E ? “ “It was in my backyard?? Relax it just wanted the coyote that always tries to kill our chickens. I didn’t really mind”

Gaz suggests investigating a weird figure he saw in the woods. Roach laughs out loud and Jackson smacks him in the back of the head like “that’s how you fucking die you idiot”

“Y’all’re lucky we’re here to stop you from doing somethin’ stupid. Fuckin’ city slickers” “What did you just call me”

The deafening sounds of crickets and locusts puts Roach to sleep almost instantly every night. Ghost barely sleeps every time they visit.

”IT IS SO FUCKING LOUD IF ONE MORE BLOODY CRICKET—“ “Simon not everyone needs literal dead silence to sleep—“

No matter how many pillows he stacks on top of his head he can’t escape it

Oh. Oh. The Europeans CANNOT do southern heat. They’re passed out on the porch while Jackson and Roach and Roach’s brothers play football in the front yard

Roach makes killer lemonade and iced tea nobody talk to me

He has a rusty blue ancient pickup that he says is his baby. One of the wheels is misshapen and the bed squeaks dangerously every time they hit a pothole, but he won’t get rid of it EVER

Roach introduces Soap and Ghost to catching fireflies in jars with his nieces and nephews. They are. So in love with the concept.

It gets turned into a competition, because of course it does, and it looked like Ghost was going to win— but then the youngest of the participating children silently held up a jar that was too bright to look at and audibly buzzing from the amount of bugs inside of it. They cut their losses and embrace the fact that they’ll never be That Good

Southern👏 sunsets👏 there ain’t nothing like it

Soap has a sketchbook dedicated entirely to doodling Roach doing farm things

Roach had a horse he took care of in high school. Her name was Peaches and he literally cried when he found pictures of her in his room

Ghost LOVES the sweet old border collie Roach’s parents have. That dog has seen many a stampede, and he’s herded just as many. What a man. Ghost does not leave him alone Ever

gods fuck me bro I could literally talk about southern Roach F O R E V E R (idk if you can tell from the long ass post Jesus Christ)

good morning/ night/ 4am lmk if you want more of this

[stevesjockstrap]

I’ll See You at the Reunion

For @stevieweek 👏

Steddie • Rated E • read on ao3 • no UD, transfem Stevie, classroom sex, lap sex, lingerie

Hand wavey timeline things where Steve and Eddie are in the same grade, it’s fine everything’s made up and the points don’t matter

The Hawkins High gym seemed smaller than he remembered. Eddie frowned as their class president handed him a name tag. He tried to put on a more pleasant face for her as she bristled at him.

Slapping the sticker onto his black dress shirt, grumbling as he was proclaiming himself ‘Edward Munson,’ he immediately sought out the snack table.

The awkward small talk as they all ate tiny hors d’oeuvres was about what he had expected. He kept an eye on the clock, the same big black clunky thing he’d remembered from his time here, wondering how long was enough to make an appearance and get out of there. He’d much rather be warming his bar stool at his regular dive bar shooting the shit with the boys like any other Saturday night.

A flash of highlights and big brown eyes caught his eye, drawing his attention to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Picking his jaw back up from the floor, trying to tune back into the conversation he was supposed to be in, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at her from the corner of his eye.

He excused himself instead to lurk. From what he could tell, everyone wanted to speak to this woman as much as he did. Every time someone walked away from her, someone else took their place. The woman would speak politely to everyone, engaging adorably and charmingly with each person who approached. Eddie couldn’t place how he knew this person, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew she was familiar. He hoped she wasn’t the wife of one of his classmates.

Unable to help himself, he creeped closer from where he had been staked out in the corner, staying to the wall but needing to be able to see and hear more.

Then he saw it, a flash of the name tag on her tight red dress. Harrington. Written in a looping cursive — nothing like the handwriting on his own name tag. She must have had to improvise.

Steve Harrington, now even more beautiful and soul crushing as Stevie. Now he realized the voluminous hair, the gorgeous eyes, the moles and freckles all should’ve given it away immediately. All the same features he had memorized years ago.

Even with this new information, maybe especially so, Eddie couldn’t keep himself from staring. He wished he could somehow get the courage to go talk to her.

Almost as if the universe heard his prayer, he watched as Stevie excused herself from the current crowd around her and walked towards him, but without looking at Eddie walked through an exit door. Without thinking, Eddie followed.

In the dim hallway, he looked around quickly before frowning. Where had she gone?

“Are you following me to fight me or fuck me, Munson?”

Chuckling, he turned and found Stevie tucked into a doorway. “Well we know I’m not a fighter.”

She smirked at him. “Oh? So what are you then?”

Eddie couldn’t help but move closer to her, pulled in by the sight. Like a moth to a flame. His mouth took over before his brain caught up. “Whatever you want me to be, baby.”

He could tell that equally shocked and satisfied her, a demure smile breaking across her face, her eyes sparkling. “I always wanted to do it in Mrs. Thomas’ room.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie breathed as his hand was taken and she lead them through the dark corridors.

As soon as they entered the familiar classroom, Stevie pushed him down into the teacher’s chair and straddled his lap. His hands slid over her hips and to her tiny waist, marveling in the way the dress hugged her. “You’re so gorgeous,” he panted.

Stevie smiled, making her eyes sparkle again. It was unlike all the polite smiles he’d seen her bestow on everyone in the gym, and he was already becoming addicted to it. “You know, I always had a thing for you, back in the day.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Wh-what? You’re joking.”

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, smirking at him. “No, I was always jealous of the way you got to be yourself. Loud, jumping on cafeteria tables to preach to everyone. Obviously I, well, couldn’t. In a lot of different ways,” she gave a small sad laugh.

“I was sort of obsessed with you,” Eddie blurted out, making her laugh for real.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded as they pulled his shirt off together. “You were so perfect. Are so perfect. I didn’t realize, but you were the basis of my, uh, tendency to date beautiful bitchy people.”

“Bitchy, huh?” But she didn’t seem insulted. She giggled as she traced her fingers over his tattoos, the whine he let out as she thumbed over his pierced nipples.

“Bossy, authoritative, knows what they want, you could say,” he grinned as she reached behind her to unzip her dress.

“Uh huh. And how’s that been going for you?”

He was distracted as she shrugged out of the straps of her dress, letting his gaze follow the delicate lines and lace of the bralette.

“Eddie?”

“Oh, um.” He shook his head to clear it, but unable to stop his hands from tracing around and over the black lingerie. “None of them were right, in the end.” Leaving his hands cupping her, he looked up into her eyes. “None of them were you.”

Their lips met and Stevie quickly deepened the kiss, rolling their hips together. She pulled away to gasp as Eddie’s hands found their way down to her bottom.

“This ass of yours, baby,” he panted, squeezing and encouraging her rocking in his lap. “You don’t want to know how many dreams I’ve had of it. Can’t believe they’re coming true.”

She pulled at the length of her dress between them, going up on her knees and Eddie got the idea quickly, helping her pull the dress up over her head. His hands returned to their rightful place, even sliding the tips of his fingers beneath her matching lace panties.

“More black lace, huh?” He teased her, grinning up at her flushed face. “Did you know someone would be peeling off your pretty dress tonight?”

She kissed him hard, making him groan as her teeth found his bottom lip. “I hoped,” she sassed. “I wasn’t sure if you would show.”

“Oh fuck,” he breathed again as she restarted the movement on his lap, circling her ass on his hard cock.

“Not this time, big boy, but I think maybe soon, if you play your cards right.” She flashed him that same cocky smile he loved from years ago.

Eddie groaned, tightening his grip on the cheeks in his hands, determined to leave bruises. Marking her.

“Anything, sugar, anything you want,” he promised, trying to hold back his orgasm.

That spurred her on, speeding her hips up as he used his hands to pull her hips back and forth. When she started kissing down his neck, he pulled the bralette up to play with her, figuring out what she liked. A quick hard pinch to her nipples had her crying out, echoing around the empty classroom.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.

“Go ahead, baby. Dirty up those pretty panties for me. Wanna see.”

Stevie leaned back, changing the angle and looked deep into Eddie’s eyes as they rocked together. She was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

“Sweet talker,” she gasped and he realized he’d said that out loud.

“That’s nothing, Stevie. You’re not going to be able to shut me up. You’re so perfect. Love watching your tits bounce. You’re gunna make me come in my pants like a teenager. Oh fuck, please tell me you still have the beemer. Need to see you all sprawled out on it as I-“ he chuckled against her lips as she kissed him, presumably to try to quiet him. It did it’s job however, as they rutted together, both coming apart as they devoured each other’s mouths.

When they’d caught their breaths, Eddie pushed her hair away from her face. “So, you staying around here? I can’t deal with Jeff’s fucking know it all face if I brought you back to mine.”

Divider by @/fuctacles 🖤

Title from Reunion - Bon Jovi

[chaos0pikachu]

one of my favorite scenes in LITA is from ep06 and not simply b/c Payu and Rain bone like they're single handedly trying to repopulate the moon kingdom okay it's the wild ass escalation that occurs that unlocks Rain's must mate now instincts like first of all Mame said they were gonna get every dollar, nickle, and dime outta that damn drone so Payu's gotta race a background extra from Pit Babe and Payu walks out and Rain is already eying his man up like Survivors on the island be eyeing up cookies after six days at sea and shit like Rain wanted to nomnomnom Payu while Prapai's in the back like "only two more episodes left and it'll be my turn" so obviously Payu wins b/c that ponytail game gives him extra alpha powers - I just KNOW Mame is salty she didn't get the budget for the first omegaverse show - or whatever and Rain LEAPS into Payu's arms like something outta a mid-century European film like Payu's just returned home from war and not an easily winnable race against a Walmat Branded Kinnporsche character

makeout ensues okay okay this is normal and then nah they fucking GO FOR IT literally suddenly we're at Payu's house which is made entirely of floor to ceiling windows indecency laws?? we 👏 don't 👏 know 👏 her 👏 and now they're just stripping down so quick Paul Verhoeven is taking notes for Showgirls 2 they have more bravery than a US Marine making out on an open floor plan steps rushing into the bedroom eating each other up, licking each others tongues, and then Rain's riding Payu as if he took the lyrics to WAP and Girls in the Hood as a challenge he's spelling his whole name out, legal name AND nickname as if he wasn't a virgin literally a month ago but Rain said he's nothing if not a fast learner baby!! meanwhile Payu is fucking WRECKED that man is seeing holy sights, he's seeing the big bang, he knows the secret of the universe via Rain's bussy and Rain is such a fucking brat about it like "you think you're wrecked now wait till I start calling you daddy in a month" and Payu's like "typically I would spank your ass for that but my ponytail is shook out right now"

and then the next day Rain gets kidnapped by a fucking Gotham City villain

[lipglossanon]

Dare

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subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, Leon being a little insecure about his mommy kink 👏, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, slight mention of lactation kink

not proofread ✌️

Title from Dare by Gorillaz

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Sitting on the couch, you’re surfing through random channels trying to find something to watch. You’ve been home alone all day and are pretty bored at this point.

After another hour of mind numbing TV, you finally hear someone coming through the front door. You’re pushing up off of the couch trying to look and see who it is only for Leon to come walking into the living room to flop down onto the couch next to you. 

“Long day?”

He only mumbles an answer, finally straightening up to sit next to you. 

“Why am I even on the track team? I hate  running,” he groans, rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes while his head rests on the back of the couch. 

You smile to yourself and actually take in Leon’s track shorts (which were definitely short) and his faded white tee that’s practically glued to his skin it’s so small now. 

“Cause you said you like track?” you answer, pushing back strands of his hair. 

He blows out a breath and drops his hands to his side, turning his head to look at you, “Never let me lie to you like that again.”

This time you laugh at him, low and sweet making him grin at you. 

“You’re such a dork,” fondness zips through your chest as you run your fingers through his hair again. 

Leon suddenly raises up to grab you around the waist and bring you into his lap. 

“You should baby me since I’ve had such a tough day,” he murmurs, blue eyes hooded, “cheer me up or something...”

“Or something,” you repeat with a laugh, “aww, my poor baby has had it so bad huh?”

“Yeah,” he brings you closer to him, widening this thick thighs so you can sit more firmly on his lap, “it’s been a long and tiring day.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” you coo at him, running your hands through his hair as you press a soft kiss into his jaw. 

He sighs shakily as you continue to press kiss after kiss against his jaw, down to his neck and across his Adam’s apple. You nip the skin there before repeating the process to the opposite side. You continue to kiss across his jaw until you press a soft kiss at each corner of his lips making him whine when you pull away. 

“Uh uh, relax pretty boy,” you kiss his bottom lip, “let me make you feel better.”

You rock down on his thickening cock, making him grip your hips tight with a groan. 

“God—“

You bite your lip, already wet from when he pulled you into his lap. You shift back and forth as you work your shorts down your legs and toss them in the floor. Sitting back down on his legs, you grin at his hungry look when he stares at your panties. You pat his cheek and he flushes hard when he meets your eyes. 

You giggle, “You’re being such a sweet boy for me, Leon.” 

You rock against his bulge with another sigh. Then slide backwards towards his his knees to reach down into his running shorts. He moans breathily when you pull his hard cock out to stroke it lightly, pulling the foreskin down and teasing the fat, dripping tip. 

“Even your cock is pretty, Leon,” you press a soft kiss into his neck as he whimpers. 

“Want me to jerk you off, baby boy?”

“Please,” he blurts out quickly, “please, will you—I just, fuck!”

You pull your hand away to spit on his cock before going back to stroking his cock. Precum oozes over your fingers every time your hand moves down making a sticky mess. Quickening your pace, you feel his thighs tremble underneath you. 

“F-fuck, fuck, so sensitive, momm—“

His mouth snaps shut as his eyes dart back up to you, anxiousness written all over his features. Your clit pulses with your heartbeat as slick continues to fill your panties. 

“What was that, pretty boy?” you slow your hand down until you’re barely jerking him off. 

He arches, chasing the feeling you’re denying him. 

“N-no, please, I can’t,” tears shine in his big blue eyes, “it’s embarrassing.”

You pull your hands away from his cock and he keens. You shift up to straddle him better, soaked panties pressing down on his dick making him squeeze your hips with a moan. 

You wrap your hands around the nape of his neck and tug him closer. Pressing a soft kiss to his red bitten lips, you grind down on him. 

“Leon, I’ll never make fun of you for something like that, okay?” you kiss him softly again, “can’t you feel how wet you make me?”

“Yes, god yes,” he groans, eyes heatedly dragging down your body to see the outline of your cunt through your wet panties. 

“Mommy,” he whispers in the space between you, eyes so wide and nervous, “mommy makes me feel so good.”

“Yeah?” you eagerly roll your hips down, “what do you want from mommy?”

A punched out groan leaves his chest as he kisses you hungrily, sloppily licking into your mouth. 

“Wanna suck mommy’s tits,” he pants against your lips after the kiss, “wanna taste mommy’s pretty cunt and fuck her hard.”

You moan and grind against his cock, sticky panties clinging to both of you.

“Let’s go to my room, Leon,” you murmur against his lips.

“Can we—“ he pauses with a blush spreading across his cheekbones, “can we do it here?”

“Such a naughty boy,” you giggle making him blush harder, “you gonna split me open on that big cock where anyone can see?”  

He whimpers and bucks up into you, “Yeah, yeah, please.”

“Please what?”

“Mommy,” his pupils dilate til there’s only a thing ring of blue, “pretty please mommy, I’ll be so good.”

“Since you’re asking so nicely I don’t see why not,” you whisper nipping his bottom lip, “such a sweet boy.”

You stroke his cock softly, teasingly, making him thrust up into your hand. 

“Wanna be your sweet boy,” his eyes are hooded, cock leaking all over your fingers, “mommy’s good boy.”

You kiss him then. How could you not? He’s so soft and sweet under you, pretty lips just begging you for hot rough kisses. You kiss until there’s no breath left. You kiss until his lips are swollen and red. 

Your hand also never lets up as you slowly jerk him off, precum wetting your fist making the glide nice and smooth. You rock your hips into his lap, slick dripping through your panties and down your thighs. 

Once you pull away from him, he’s grabbing at your ass to pull you even closer. 

“Mommy, can I suck on your tits? Pretty please?”

In reply, you pull your shirt off and his fingers are already pulling your bra down so your breasts spill out of the cups. His mouth eagerly latches on a nipple and he moans as he suckles at the hard bud. 

“Leon,” you gasp, feeling his teeth nip and bite your nipple before soothing it with his hot tongue.

“Wanna drink mommy’s milk,” he presses the words into your skin as he swaps to the other breast, hungrily sucking your nipple. 

Red hot arousal burns through your body at how into this Leon actually is. You let go of his cock and he whines. You shush him as you move your panties to the side and sit down on the tip of his dick, letting him slip the first few inches into your fluttering walls. 

“God, mommy,” Leon’s head falls back to rest on the couch, eyes shut tight as his grip on your hips tightens til he’s hurting you making you grind down harder as pleasure zips through your body. 

“So wet, so wet for me,” he whines pathetically, bucking his hips up into your pussy until you’re seated completely in his lap, dick buried deep inside your cunt. 

“Aw is it too much for my little baby,” you coo, running your nails across his shoulders, “do you need to pull out?”

“No, no, no,” he quickly shakes his head before burying his face in your breasts, “s’not too much, mommy. Feels so good.”

“Maybe we should take it slow then,” you giggle at him followed up by a breathy sigh as he sucks at your hard nipples. 

Leon’s arms move from your hips to wrap around your body, holding you up allowing him to piston his cock in and out of your soaked pussy. 

“Slow down for me,” you murmur as your hands tighten on his shoulders.

He whines and moves over to suckle at your other nipple, ignoring you to grind his tip deep into your squelching cunt as he fucks you even harder. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan, as Leon fucks into your pussy with deep hard thrusts, “you’re being such a bad boy, Leon.”

“Sorry,” he drools on your chest.

“Just can’t help it. Mommy’s so wet inside,” his hips stutter as his tip grinds against your cervix, “squeezing me so tight. Fuck, mommy’s pussy’s so good”

He mouths across your breasts latching on to a hard nipple, eyes glazed over as he humps into your cunt. 

“Leon,” you gasp out a whispering laugh, “you’re so pussydrunk.” 

He only whines in reply, rutting his cock into your fluttering walls as he swaps over to suckle your other nipple. Your buds feel swollen and sore from his mouth. 

Your hands tangle in his hair and lightly tug, “And you’re eager.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, letting go of your hard bud with a pop, “wanna cum inside my mommy.”

You shiver and clench around his dick, “What a dirty boy.”

“No,” he whimpers, sloppily kissing your neck, “I’m your good boy, just wanna put a load deep inside mommy.”

“Fuck,” you moan, rocking your hips down to meet Leon’s, “you wanna cum inside me? Wanna cream mommy’s tight pussy?”

Leon whines pathetically and nods, repeatedly bullying his fat tip against your cervix making you cry out as he grinds against your g-spot. 

“My baby boy’s being rough on mommy’s pussy,” your eyes flutter when Leon’s fingers slip between your bodies and start to circle and flick your swollen clit, “oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah, fuck, cum for me mommy, wanna feel you squeeze down on my cock. Let me breed your perfect pussy like a good boy,” he’s rambling as he thrusts harder into your cunt, knocking the breath out of you, “mommy’s tight wet pussy is gonna cream all over me, fuck, want it want it so bad.”

“Leon, oh I’m so close,” you moan, a high keening whine caught in the back of your throat as your pussy walls flutter and pulse around his dick. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants into your neck, lips dragging against your sweaty skin, “can I breed you mommy? Can I stuff my load deep inside mommy’s pretty cunt?”

“Fuck, I’m—“

You bite into Leon’s broad shoulder to muffle the wail that escapes as you clamp down on his cock like a vice, climax shaking your body as you cum so hard you see fireworks.

“So good mommy,” Leon whispers, hips still pistoning into your soaked pussy, cunt throbbing as your orgasm keeps going and going. 

“Cum in me, baby brother,” you nip the shell of his ear, “fill mommy up til she’s dripping with your cum.”

“Mommy, oh fuck,” a broken mewl leaves his lips as he buries his cock into your pussy, tip spurting hot sticky cum all inside your fluttering walls as they continue to milk his dick. 

“Gonna breed you so good momma,” he slurs, sucking a mark into your neck as he slowly humps your cum filled hole. 

Your nuzzle Leon’s jaw and give him a sloppy kiss as you catch your breath. Slumping into his chest, you laugh to yourself. 

“That was pretty intense.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, petting your back, “wasn’t weird or anything right?”

You raise up and give Leon a sweet look, “Like I said earlier, you’re fine, people have kinks and that’s totally normal.”

His expression smooths out as he smiles shyly at you, “I just don’t want you to—“

“Ah ah,” you press your fingers to his lips, “only positive vibes post sex, Leon. Now snuggle me before we go get cleaned up.”

“Okay,” he grins at you, flushing as he pulls you into his chest again, “thank you.”

Sighing, you let him rub your back as you relax into his arms, “Don’t mention it.”

[tototalks]

Okay, I must apologise for the frequency and length of these posts, but SO 👏 MUCH 👏 IS 👏 HAPPENING 👏

These chapters have been such a ride 😂

- Big up Jord and Aimeric finally getting to do the horizontal tango… and Damen finally getting to interrupt the horizontal tango!!

- I am nothing if not a slut for wacky hijnks and tomfoolery, and am therefore loving this whole Metal Gear Solid mission. 😁

- A great amount of respect has to be given in recognition of the sheer WILLPOWER demonstrated in these chapters, because if I saw Mr. tall, dark and handsome rip bars off a window with his bare hands I’d wanna climb him like a tree too - Laurent you are a saint. 🫡

- OMG NICAISE’S EARRING! - Got to love Laurent playing the part, looking like a SNACC, and suddenly Damen is like “Y’know what, what’s a flogging? Didn’t even feel it. Pain? Don’t know her.”

- “He’s expensive” DAMEN YOU BITCH 😂

- Imagine being in the weirdest situationship ever while hand feeding the man who half beat you to death some gentrified artisan sourdough or some shit as he makes himself comfy on your crappy floor bed. Damen is honestly God’s strongest and most confused soldier. The enemies to lovers reaaaaally starting to kick in.

- “Pretty face and devious mind isn’t your type.” Captive Prince is a comedy actually.

- Honestly, haven’t met Jokaste yet, but immediately I cannot hate her as of right now. I support women’s rights, and more importantly, their wrongs associated with wanting power over people who don’t deserve it.

- I love the conversation they have by the fire, with Laurent admitting that Damen is a strong man. Such a great natural progression towards respecting each other as people before moving onto anything more. BIG FAN 🥺

- Idk how I’d feel if I was hiding on a balcony and heard the soldiers looking for me going “This isn’t our guy, this dude fucks.” 💀

- Charls’ horse earns MVP for lugging around Damen’s heavy ass cross country. Your sacrifice is noted lil guy. 😔✊

- Aight. I smell a fuckin rat in this camp and I currently live in fear of who it might be 😫

[football-whore]

Praisy

Request by anon: Praise k!nk judeeee.

A/N: Im sorry that it took over 4 months to write this but i finally started to do it👏 and Im writing this with a fever so im sorry for any mistakes.

WARNINGS: Pet names, Sum swearing, Smut,Oral(for both), fingering and my english ofc.(ALSO a little cringe but whatever)

PAIRINGS: Jude x fem!! reader.

SUMMARY: You know Jude had a praise kink so you decided to tease him by calling him names, but it didnt end like you thought.

MINOR DNI!!

NOT MY GIF (creds to owner)

You were sitting on your couch when you got an idea to tease Jude a little and your idea was to use his kink which was a praise kink.

Jude was sitting next to you playing fifa on the big tv screen, so you decided to crawl over to him. ”Babee..” you moaned trying to get his attention which worked. ”What is it love?” He asked still focused on the screen.

”Are you a good boy?” You asked smirking and he started blushing ”im what?” He said looking over to you. His english accent was one of the things you loved and you thought it was so hot.

”I asked you if you were a good boy..” you said and he threw the ps5 controller out of his hands. ”Baby stop it!..You know how that makes me feel..”He said biting his lips.

He slowly pushed your back onto the sofa and opened your legs so he could get between them, making your legs go around his waist. He pushed his body against yours so you two only had a little space inbetween you two. He slowly started to kiss your lips trying to take off your shirt in the process. He pulls away from the kiss looking at you with lustful eyes. He took off his shirt and continued to take off your clothes.

Soon you were only in your underwear. ”Fuck babe!..you look so hot” Jude says looking at your body with lust.

Slowly he wrapped his arms around you unclipping your bra, making your breast bounce as they come out. He threw your bra on the floor and attacked your breast.

You moaned as you felt his hands on your breasts playing with them. His hands were hot and kinda sweaty from playing too much fifa. He slowly took his hands off your breast continuing onto your lower body, he took off your pants leaving you in your panties.

He hooked his fingers into the rem of your panties pulling them down, reaveling your already wet pussy.

”Damn..your already wet for me..” he said biting his lip as he started to get hard.

He lowered himself so he was facing your wet entrance, pulling his mouth onto his as he starts to eat you out. You moaned as you felt the contact of his warm mouth on your pussy.

He pulled away sticking a finger into it ”you like that dont you..” he groaned as he felt your tight folds wrapping around his finger. He lifted himself so he was looking right into your eyes as he fucked you with his finger. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he pumped in and out of your tight pussy. He felt your walls tighten around him and felt your juices come all over his fingers.

He pulled out licking the juices off.

“You taste so good” he said and kissed you, moving down to your neck sucking on it.

He pulled away and stood up taking off his sweat pants and boxers, sliding them down throwing them somewhere on the floor. His big member already hard wirh precum coming out of it. He sat down and pointed to the floor to tell you to sit down infrount of him.

He spread open his legs and you wrapped your finger around his member, stroking his hard cock.

His groans filled the room and soon your lips were around his member.

You started to suck it gently, but Jude put his hands in your hair forcing you to suck deeper and rougher. ”Omg how are you so good at this!” He groaned already feeling his high. You saw him close his eyes as he filled your mouth. ”Your so good you know that love?” He said as he lifted you so you sat ontop of him.

He rubbed his still hard cock. ”Are you ready love?” He asked and you nodded, he slowly stuck his member inside of you.

You felt a pain as it entered. ”Can I move?” He asked and you nod. He started to slowly thrust and you felt the pain turn into pleasure.

You gribbed onto his bare shoulders as he thrust digging your nails into the skin. His thrust began to get faster and deeper making you an moaning mess. ”J..Jude!” You moaned making him want you even more. His thrusts became rapidly groaning as he felt your walls wrap around him.

You arched your back as you felt him slam in and out of you, enjoying how his member stretched you.

He gribbed ontl your hips digging his nails into you as he continues to slam into you. You already felt the knot form in your stomach, moaning out his name ”J..Jude I’m close!” You moaned.

He bit his lip slamming into you a last time before you felt him throb inside of you. You felt your high come digging your nails even deeper into the skin of his shoulders. He slowly pulled out of you coming onto your stomach.

Jude was panting heavily slightly shaking as his own high come, letting go of your hips. You smiled at him and laid your head onto the crook of his neck.

”You’re such a good boy..”

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to write but I kinda have been getting back my anime obsession so I have been busy with that. But I hope you all love this❤️❤️

[dollfaceksj]

i hope yoongi and oc share tents together <333 so that someone could not sleep that night +we’re not using yoongi for jungkook we made out fgs i hope you get me! jungkook should realize his mistakes and that he should treat oc AS A GODDESS 👏

sawry but you just gave me an idea and it isnt this one.

warnings: angst, this one is pretty long guys, reader gets bothered, TENSIONNNN

forgot to mention what jk looks like so he’s just wearing a sweatshirt n sweatpants, hair like wednesday!jk in seven mv🤪 link to taglist at the bottom of the post

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #9

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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?

ACCEPT his request of hearing him out 64,9%

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his big black eyes pleading with you as he awaits your response has your resolve crumbling by the second

*sigh*

let’s see what he has to say

you rub your forehead as you slowly turn back to the seating area and sit down in your previous seat

he takes a quick breath and sits down across from you, elbows on his thighs and he leans forwards

“i wanna start by saying i’m sorry,” he starts, his fingers anxiously fidgeting and picking at the loose flesh around his nails

you glance down at his hands before back up at him

it’s weird to see him being nervous

“i shouldn’t have said those things. i shouldn’t have ruined your night just because i wanted to tease you and joke around. i didn’t realize the impact of my words at the time.”

you squint your eyes at him, did you really give him a chance to speak and he’s saying the same thing he said when he came to apologize about saying he doesn’t like you?

“why did you say those things?” you ask, you need more of an explanation on how he can just say that to not only you but to his fucking senior

like where does he get the fucking nerve

he quietly sighs at your question and runs his hands through his wavy black locks, the palms of his hands rubbing into his eyes as he thinks about his answer

you lean back into the seat and throw your leg over the other, impatiently tapping your foot against the floor

“should i remind you of the time we don’t have?” you nod toward the train driver, reminding him of the fact you’re still on a train that will leave soon and you need to get off

like you know you said he thinks the world revolves around him but geez

“i don’t know, okay? i just,” he shakes his head and looks up at you. “i just really wa–”

“we ready?” you hear yoongi’s voice coming from your side. you turn to look at him and nod before rising to your feet

jungkook sighs, head still in his hands

probably should’ve picked a better time to talk it out, dumbass

you reach for your suitcase but both men suddenly lunge at you to help you

“oh,” you say surprised as they both stand facing each other, hands on the suitcase

“you’re good, i can take it from here,” yoongi politely says to jungkook as he starts tugging on your suitcase

“let me do it,” jungkook starts, “they’ll need you at the front to navigate because they’re not that good with direction.”

feeling like you’re in a kdrama rn

yoongi glances at you for a moment as if to ask for permission to go on ahead

???

he doesn’t need to ask you for permission when it comes to anything

there’s nothing serious going on between you and yoongi

you’re just saying that now because you’re still hoping for something to happen between you and jungkook and you’d feel guilty if yoongi took whatever you two have seriously

that is such BULLSHIT

jungkook is gross HES GROSS!!!

you don’t hope for anything!!!!

“he’s right, they’re really bad with direction,” you mumble. you watch as yoongi slowly drops his hand from your suitcase and nods before taking his own luggage

did jungkook think he could send yoongi off to have more time to speak to you?

you allowed him to and he gave the most basic bitch talk

you don’t even turn to jungkook when you file out of the train with yoongi, leaving jungkook behind with your luggage because he said he could handle it, did he not?

you gather with everyone in a circle, everyone’s checking if everyone’s here, checking luggage and everything

you don’t even look at jungkook as he drags both his luggage and yours to the circle

enjoy!

it’s a short walk to the actual camping area and when you’ve finally made it, you breathe out in relief

“let’s start with their tents,” seokjin tugs on joon’s arm, leading him to hyunjoo & isabella to help them out with their tent

it seems like hobi and yoongi are sharing a tent

seokjin and namjoon are sharing a tent

jimin and tae are sharing a tent

you luckily brought your own tent<333

you just love privacy.. but who doesn’t

and apparently so did he who shall not be named

but it doesn’t matter

everyone is busy with their own tents

you nudge yoongi’s hip with yours

“i got my own tent, you know.” your flirtatious words make him chuckle

“are you implying what i think you’re implying?” he responds before squatting and fixing up some loose ends on his tent

you huff. “and what do you think i’m implying?”

he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head at you. “your minx antics are distracting me.”

you laugh and hit his shoulder before deciding to go fix your own tent

get away from him you’re on DEMON time

you didn’t think about how sharing a tent with someone means they’d help you set it up

cause you’re alone

and now you’re

:)

a dumbass

trying to fix your tent

hm. it says if you turn this rod this way..

..and you take that bit and put it there…

…and if you do this then the zipper should be on that side..

for fucks sake.

it’s been 5 minutes.

you sigh as you drop it, rising to your feet and staring at the pathetic attempt of putting together a tent in front of you with your hands on your hips like a soccer dad

ugh

everyone is seemingly still busy but they look successful

and you look a fool

“you gonna let me help you?”

you turn your head to the side, eyes meeting with big black tapioca pearls accompanied by pretty lashes and thick brows

why

why

why

can he just!!!!

leave you alone

you stare at him for a moment. “shouldn’t you be fixing your own tent?”

he nods behind you and you turn to look in that direction, noticing how his tent is ready

the hell

everyone else is still fixing their tents and they’re duos

he did that

this quickly

on his own???

you’re pretty sure he never leaves the house

let alone gone camping before

so how????

“so?” he closes the distance a bit more, looking down at you from his height

you click your tongue and shrug your shoulders. “i wouldn’t want to appear as attention-seeking.”

he sighs at your pettiness, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes

“yeah well, you weren’t exactly the nicest to me up till that point, were you?”

huh

what

“what?”

“did you mean everything you said to me? about me? like how i’m not good for anything and that i’m nothing but a fuckboy?”

you blink at him

you did say those things in the heat of the moment

if he had said those words to you you would have gone batshit fucking crazy

not to mention how you were acting toward him even before the night at the club

well.. no, you didn’t mean those things

is this his way of implying he also didn’t mean the things he said to you?

he sighs at your lack of response and scratches the back of his head. “forget it, y/n. i just want to put up your tent. will you let me?”

he does look sincere

hmm

well

whatever

might as well make him work for it

you nod toward your tent and take a step back

he wastes no time and gets to work on your tent

this is gonna be a loooong night😕

it’s 20 minutes later and everyone is now around your tent, trying to fix it

it seems like something is wrong with your tent

great :)

just what you needed

“yeah, the tent is fucked. how much did you pay for this joke?” seokjin asks as he rises from his squat position

you think about it. “like… 80 bucks.”

he shakes his head. “you should go ask for your money back cause they ripped you off.”

of course it’s YOUR tent that’s messed up

you sigh and place one hand on your hip, the other scratching the back of your head

“well, what now?” jimin asks as he’s still trying to fix your tent, not wanting to give up

“you’re gonna have to join someone’s tent.” yoongi says to you as he walks around the flat tent toward you

taehyung beams, “oh, in ours!”

“i’d love for y/n to join us but the two of us barely fit in it.” jimin is the voice of reason and they all sigh

hoseok says, “but you’re alone in your tent, aren’t you?”

there’s

no fucking way

is he implying..

for FUCKS sake

you try to fight it but you can’t, your eyes automatically snap towards jungkook

but he’s already staring straight at you

“yeah, i do. she’s welcome, of course.” there’s that arrogance that you know and love–

know and hate.

you hate it!

you glance at tae and joon and as you suspected, they’re glancing at each other

are they really planning on protesting that?

you don’t like how they act like you can’t make your own decisions

you step forwards. “alright, then.”

your eyes shift to jungkook and he’s staring at you, his eyes narrow at you for a split second and his lips slightly twitch

you can’t tell what tf he’s thinking

but it doesn’t matter

it’s just to SLEEP. nothing else

seokjin pulls everyone out of the awkward silence that has settled around you. “great! now shall we get started on dinner? i’m starving.”

yoongi and seokjin are in charge of dinner right now

hyunjoo and isabella are helping them out

hoseok and namjoon are working on the campfire

jimin and tae are organizing the tents and arranging a seating area around the campfire

leaving you and jungkook to just.. stand around

you’re just standing by the people cooking and jungkook is testing out a seat made by jimin

“oh, y/n!” seokjin calls out to you

oh fun

“hm?” you spin on your heels to face him

“can you and jungkook go to the closest store and pick up a few bottles of water?” he asks as he stirs whatever he’s stirring. “take my car.”

he kind of asked it but it feels more like he’s telling you to do it

and what are you going to say to your senior? no?

you can’t even drive but you know jungkook can

fuck

“okay.”

seokjin hands you his car keys and you gather all your courage to walk up to jungkook right now

he looks up from his phone as you toss the carkeys in his lap

“let’s go, gamerboy. we’ve got duties.”

you don’t even pause as you walk straight past him, heading toward the car

ooof

the look on his face is one you won’t forget

he looked happy you were acknowledging him but quickly stopped smiling when he realized it was only because you were given a task

it doesn’t take long for jungkook to join you, unlocking the car and getting inside

you get into the passenger seat and look up the closest grocery store

which is

a 35 minute drive.

if only the car blew up rn…

you set your phone into the cupholder next to the gearshift so he can see the navigation on your phone

he buckles his seatbelt and so do you, and he slowly reverses out of the spot and starts driving

the car drive

is so

tense

and

quiet

you’re just staring out the window

the silence disappears when his fingers dance across the car radio and turn it on

he skips a few channels before realizing all of them are shitty and just settles on one

you continue to glare out the window

this silence is TOUGHHH

“do you need something from the store?” he asks quietly, right hand managing the gear shift and the other is turning the steering wheel

and he looks so fucking good

“no.”

he sighs at your short answer and turns the music a bit louder, maybe an attempt at drowning out his own thoughts

the roads are pretty empty so you’d gotten there in about 20 minutes

jungkook was definitely going way over the speedlimit but if he gets a fine, seokjin will definitely tape it against jungkook’s door

you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out, making jungkook copy you

he follows close behind you as you enter the store

once you’re inside, he skims past you and disappears into the store as he goes to look for water

hmm

you on the other hand let your eyes roam the snack section

ooo kinder

doritos

CHEETOS

you’re scanning the bags of chips and bars of candy until there’s a presence next to you

thinking it’s jungkook, you look up at him

but

it’s not jungkook

and for the first time, you really wish it was jungkook

you frown as there’s a guy, probably in his mid thirties

standing

next to you?

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he says, eyes drinking you up

gross.

you squint at him as you put the bar of kinder back in it’s rightful place. “thank you.”

“you here alone?”

you keep browsing. he isn’t being overly creepy and isn’t invading your personal space so you don’t really feel threatened. just grossed out. “no.”

“what kind of crazy person would leave such a beautiful woman unattended?”

you internally roll your eyes at his cheesy line but mumble, “an actual crazy person.”

he takes the kinder bar you just put back and waves it at the cashier, who then nods at him

okay, maybe he’s a regular?

he then hands you the bar

you frown at it but take it nonetheless, free food is free food

“you wanna go ditch your responsibilities and join me for a night?”

just as you turn to look at the man, another presence is pressed up flat against your back

“how about you fuck off?” jungkook’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations down your entire back

the man glances at jungkook and takes a step back

“hey man, shouldn’t leave a pretty girl by herself. i didn’t know she was your girl.”

bruh you literally… told him….. you weren’t alone?

well. ur not jungkook’s girl.

UR NOT.

jungkook continues, “well, now you do. get the fuck on, man.”

wha

did he just

okay

😂😂😂😂😂

he actually

does look intimidating rn

he’s towering over this other man, staring him down and clearly asserting his dominance

the guy glances at you before shaking his head and leaving the store

you slowly turn to him, his black eyes staring you down and a slight pinch in his brows

he looks really fucking annoyed

“thanks,” you mumble, referring to getting the guy off your back

he didn’t have to imply you two were in a relationship though but whatever

you watch as his eyes drop to the kinder bar in your hand

he doesn’t reply but instead takes the kinder bar out of your hand and tosses it aside before grabbing another kinder bar and a handful of other bars, chips and candy before heading to the counter

he pays for the sweets and the water

ouuuuu

you watch as he picks up two packs of 6 water bottles on his own, plus the bagged candy between his fingers

he’s

uhhh

kind of hot rn 😭😭😭

“let me help you–” you reach out but he just turns his body sideways so you can’t reach the water

“just open the door.”

you blink at him a few times before holding the door open and walking out with him

there’s a group of men just sitting by the side that weren’t there before

you open the trunk to help him load it in but he shakes his head, he just hands you the bag of sweets and says, “get in the car.”

he’s so

different?

you kinda

you kinda l*ke it

BE QUIET!!!!

you stare at him dumbfounded before actually complying and getting into the car

the ride back is even quieter than the ride there

but whatever right

it’s not like you want to talk to him

so you just

enjoy

the silence

upon your arrival, it’s already gotten rather dark out. you move to unbuckle your seatbelt but a hand on your bicep stops you

ahhh shit. here we go again

you glance at him over your shoulder and jungkook is staring straight ahead, out the windshield, hand on your arm like he doesn’t realize he stopped you

“sorry.” he takes his hand back. “listen.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “why should i?”

“because you were right.”

hm?

everyone loves being told they were right

so

let’s actually hear him out

you settle back into your seat

he finally glances at you and you cross your arms as you wait for him to speak

“you’re right. i am childish.” he stares straight at you as he’s speaking and it’s SO intense

“so i’m coming to you as a man now and i’ll own up to everything.”

you tilt your head to the side in intrigue, a slight pinch in your brows which makes your pretty lashes kiss your brow bone

his eyes quickly scan your entire face before he continues, “the reason why i was pressing you and taunting you was because i wanted you to give in.”

his words from when he came to pick up his sneakers pop into your mind

‘i just wanna see how long you can go before eventually wrapping around my finger.’

you respond with, “yeah, you already made that clear.”

“no, listen to me,” he says as he places his hand on the compartment between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat, next to the cupholders

the intensity radiating off of him makes you want to listen

“i’m saying that my pride was too tough to swallow.”

uh

what???

why would he have to swallow his pride?

you frown. “i don’t get it.”

he sighs in frustration and closes his eyes for a moment. “i wanted you to give in, not to prove a point but because..” he pauses, “because i want you. i just didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself. because i never had to before.”

oh

oh

oh okay

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

wow

😀😀😀😀😀

how

do you even react

to that

he’s not done, though. “but you kept holding onto it like a dog with a bone and my patience was running out. i was not used to the feeling and i didn’t understand it at all. i lost my temper and said some shit i shouldn’t have, like a little kid. i’m sorry.”

now THATS how you apologize, ladies and gents!

he apologized like a normal person now

you blink at him a few times

he’s being sincere

you know he is

you want to accept his apology. you really do

but you’ve gotta get your lick back somehow

you quietly sigh. “come here.”

??

he frowns. “what?”

“come closer,” you chuckle, curling your index finger right next to your face so he knows where you’re requesting his presence

he wastes no time leaning into you but you stop him by his chin with your index finger right before his lips touch yours

you gently press your finger into his chin to push his face back from yours a few millimeters

you say, “apology accepted.”

he glances down at your lips before back at your eyes, his breath tickling the skin of your lips

damn

he is so damn close

“but that’s only because i love it when men–” you pause for a second.

“i love it when boys look and sound absolutely fucking pathetic.”

oh goodness

HELLO????

you see his adam’s apple bouncing up and down in your peripherals

you pucker up your lips just enough to graze his lips, basically pressing a soft peck to his lips

that peck only lasted half a second but….. his lips are … so soft

“that’s a thank you for this,” you say as you pull away and hold the bag of sweets up

you swing the door open without a second thought and get out, swinging the bag of snacks back and forth and leaving jungkook to deal with the reality of what just happened and the packs of water

jungkook: 2

you: 2

to be continued

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Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally. 

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips. 

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

[melrosing]

anyway I'm gonna start posting My Own Robert's Rebellion Adaptation ep by ep because.... GRRM's never gonna do it?? I have too much time?? both?? stay tuned

rules are I can fuck with timelines a little as a treat, but not so much that events/character ages & development are changed. so for example Aerys doesn’t actually make Tywin hand till four years into his reign I think, but who actually cares when Jaehaerys died, let’s say it was a little later and that Tywin was made Hand straight off

finally I am picturing a two season show where this one ends w Harrenhal. anyway

Next Part: Episode 2

Episode 1: Aerys' Dad Dies

We open on the body of King Jaehaerys II, lying in state at the Sept of Baelor. There’s a silent congregation standing around him, and closest of all his children, Aerys and Rhaella. Between them stands their young son, Rhaegar

At the King’s council as they discuss next steps from here. Right now, Aerys seems faintly charming, albeit with a jagged edge. There’s mention of Rhaella’s new pregnancy, and a fear that the distress of losing their father might cause her ill health. Everyone wants the transition to Aerys’ rule to be smooth as possible, so he must choose a Hand asap. His council have ideas; Aerys has one of his own 🦁

We are introduced to Tywin Lannister, travelling in a golden coach (obvs) to King’s Landing. With him are Joanna and their year-old twins. Tywin looks pleased with himself; Joanna notes he’s not Hand yet, but Tywin has no doubt he will be

The Lannisters are greeted jovially by Aerys, who is a little too familiar with Joanna, making her, Tywin and Rhaella equally uncomfortable. Aerys is introduced to the Lannister twins (inadvertantly meeting his own future murderer - 🚨 kill bill sirens 🚨 ), and welcomes all. Generally just appears a bit too upbeat for a funeral, because as a human being he is just fundamentally Off

The funeral: burning Jaehaerys’ body in a ‘manmade pyre’. Aerys mumbles they used to have dragons for this, the implication being that there’s something faintly undignified about this for a Targaryen. Rhaella weeps, and Rhaegar stares hard into the flames because he is a weird 👏 kid 👏

Rhaella and Joanna take a walk through the gardens of the Red Keep. Rhaella implies having noticed Aerys’ behaviour towards her, and that she has noticed it before. Joanna quietly asserts that she does not invite it. Rhaella says she knows - Aerys is like that

Aerys and Tywin meet for post-funeral drinks in Aerys’ solar. Aerys comments that he finds Rhaegar kind of strange and bookish, and believes he has too much of his mother in him. More generally, we see both the familiar and the fractious in how Aerys and Tywin engage, and have some sense of the two being childhood friends (insofar as either of these men even know what a friend is ❤️). Aerys offers the position of Hand to Tywin. Tywin plays a little hard to get, but ultimately agrees. A rare Tywin smile is witnessed x

The coronation: Targ aesthetic dialled up to eleven, because I imagine the more insecure Targaryen kings would cling to it in the absence of dragons. Aerys passes the dragon skulls on his way to the throne (some heavy-handed visual foreshadowing by urs truly xo). Watching on are the heads of the greathouses and their young scions: Aerys death stands all about him in the room, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Rhaella too receives a crown, and somehow doesn’t looked thrilled about it

Final scene sees Rhaegar sitting crosslegged on the floor of his bedchamber with a book and a candle, singing a Valyrian song to himself - the words are not translated