#give me some GOOD SISTER CONTENT WHORES

[onlinedolly]

i'd love to hear ur jjk incest thoughts n hcs ... anything 🤲🏻

JJK INCEST RAMBLES

cw: incest (obv), mean getou, mentions of pregnancy, p in v, p in mouth, cock warming, blow jobs, lots of mentions of cum

an: i write dead dove/dark content please read my tags carefully and if these things make you uncomfortable please don’t read! as always MDNI!

GETO SUGURU:

he’s such a mean big brother, pressing against your tummy as his cock settles inside of you and you’re crying big crocodile tears.

“can you feel me, baby sis? all the way—“ he presses down on your tummy more, the pressure causing you to stir underneath him, “up here.” he laughs meanly, wiping away the tears that spill from your eyes roughly, with his free hand.

he pulls out a bit before ramming himself back into you harshly, sending a snot filled sob through your body. geto was a mean brother and meaner fuck, all confident in his movements as he rams into you at a rough pace.

your head hits the headboard repeatedly ad you whine out, “it hurts suguru please go slower!” to which he just laughs and picks the pace up, roughly grabbing your tit in his big warm hands.

you’re an overwhelmed mess when you cum, all tears and whimpers, as your body shakes and your cunt pulsates against his cock. he pulls out shortly after, stroking himself as he cums all over your stomach.

“can’t have my sweet sister pregnant can, we?” he snickers to himself.

TOJI FUSHIGURO:

you’d always been a shining jewel in your fathers life, a chance for him to start over after fucking up so badly the first go around. you were pretty and sweet and you loved your father so much, especially when you sat on his lap, his cock nestled inside you.

toji watched some show you couldn’t concentrate on as you cock warmed him. you shook like a pretty thing, your head nuzzled into his neck as you whimpered on and on about how much you needed him.

“good things come to those who—“ he readjusts his hips, causing you to take your father at a new angle that made you whine out, “wait.”

toji prides himself on training you into this, a pretty little cock whore for her own father. he didn’t think anyone else deserved you and who better to feel your tight cunt then the man who helped make you? he wraps his arms tight around you as he moves again, pushing himself deeper into you making you sob out.

“papa please,” you cry, placing soft kisses against the hollow of his neck. ‘you had been a good girl’ he thought, waiting so patiently for him to finish up his show. so in reward he grabs your hips in large, rough hands and picks you up before slamming you back down against his cock.

you cry out then, wrapping your arms around his neck as pretty little tears welled up in your eyes. you were already sensitive from sitting on his cock for what felt like ever and you didn’t know if you could take the ruthless pace he was bouncing you against him.

toji grunts loudly as he picks you up and drops you down against his large girth at a fast, dizzying pace. “that’s it, baby. feels good, don’t it?” he slurs out as he jerks his hips up to meet the pace he’s moving your body in.

“papa ‘s too much,” you sob out, your cunt drooling around his cock.

“too much? baby i’ve given you a lot worse,” he scolds, leaning down to pop a nipple in his mouth, biting down harshly.

when toji cums he stills the movement completely, holding your hips against his lap as he shoots his load inside of you. the minute you feel his cum spurt inside your tight cunt you cry out, chasing your own orgasm as you milk him greedily.

“gunna give me another fushiguro baby? betcha you’d look so cute swollen with a kid f’me.”

GOJO SATORU:

gojo’d been jealous when he found out your father was fucking you, a pretty little thing like you and he doesn’t think to share with his favorite brother?

he’d noticed you plenty of times, in small skirts and bows in your hair and he had to admit you’d formed into such a beautiful young lady. and so well trained too. it didn’t take much convincing to get you on your knees in front of him, his cock in your hands before he could even blink.

your father did a wonderful job in turning you into a pretty little cock whore, he’d have to thank him, he thought as you leaned in a licked a stripe underneath the base of his cock from balls to tip. she shuddered and you began kitten licking the precum off his tip, running his fingers through your hair and pulling.

“don’t tease girl,” he spoke sweetly, almost condescendingly, at his pretty little niece. and you just nod all kind and open your mouth before sucking him down in one go, you look up at him with doe eyes filled with tears as your nose tickles against his pelvic bone.

you hollow your cheeks once you take him all in and it causes satoru to groan loudly as he pulls rough against your hair once more. that’s when you begin a steady pace of sucking him off, up and down, your tongue lapping around his cock.

“god, your old mans been holding out on me, hm?” he moans out, thrusting his hips once, causing you to gag. he leans against the kitchen counter as you take him down your throat. he’s going to cum soon, he thinks, as he begins rolling his hips against your face.

his hips stutter as he cums, all of his muscles tensing as he rolls his head back and groans loudly. and just like a good little thing, you push yourself further down the length of his cock, swallowing anything he gives you.

he’s going to have to have a long talk with your father about sharing.

[arpicityandneed]

Imagine being Loki and Thor's sister, very sheltered and destined to one day be sent away from Asgard for a political marriage of some sort. They've both always been a little miffed about this arrangement, but they cope by taking all of your 'firsts' before you go.

18+ Dark Content. big brother!Loki, big brother!Thor. tw incest, creampie, dirty talk, spit roast. Cuckolding.

You grew up to be the most delicate flower the kingdom had ever seen, beautiful, kind, sheltered, and protected by the royal guard and your brothers until you were dependent upon them for everything.

They didn't mind.

Thor would stop mid feast if you needed him to read you a bedtime story, and Loki used every ounce of magic he had to make illusions that made you giggle and laugh.

But the threat of your marriage hung over all over heads like a death sentence. Especially once they learned you'd be leaving Asgard for good once you were married.

"Father, you must reconsider. How is she to exist outside these walls without us, married to a brute?" Thor argued to the AllFather while you slept soundly a few nights before you were to be sent off. Your new husband had made no effort to hide that he only saw you as a way to have heirs from a powerful bloodline.

"Their family has old blood Thor, old enough even our family recognizes it. It is a good allyship and that's final." Odin stared down his son ominously, and Thor felt his blood boil.

"If I may, Father, at least allow us to escort her to her new home. Give her some comfort at least." Loki spoke quickly, knowing if he didn't there would be another eye lost and not from his father's face.

Odin considered, for a moment before nodding tightly.

"But this is the last I am to here of this matter."

~

"I don't want to go. I want to stay with you. I wish I were marrying you and Loki instead." You wailed, fully sobbing as your brothers held you close after telling you what your father had said.

"Don't cry, little one. Please don't cry," Thor begged as he rocked you.

"It'll be alright sister, I have my magic. No one will keep us from you no matter how far apart." Loki tried to convince you but it just made you cry harder, clinging to his hand as Thor cradled you against his broad chest.

"No, b-because he'll own me. I'll be h-his and he'll get to make me b-bear his children..." Thor's jaw clenched and he looked to Loki quietly. It was easy enough for Loki to guess his brother's thoughts after hundreds of years, but for once Loki was in complete agreement.

"What if we put a child in your belly first?" Loki murmured as he brushed his thumb over your knuckles. For the first time since they'd told your about Odin's words your crying died down a little.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" You looked between the two of them with wide hopeful eyes, squeezing Loki's hand tight.

"Of course we would. Your ours, always have been and always will be." Thor's deep voice was gentle but completely serious. You wiped your tears, sitting up a bit taller.

"I'd much rather have your babies than his. I love you both, so very much." It was simply the truth, one the three of you all knew.

"Then let us show you how much we love you, sister."

~

The hours had blurred. What had started with gentle kisses and soft touched had long since devolved in hazy, animalistic sex.

"Another." Thor's massive hand slapped down on the fat of your ass, his cock pounding into your gushing insides relentlessly. Loki was groaning as you practiced deep throating him for the second time that night.

"Good technique. I think dear sister, fuck that's good, we've made you into a whore." Loki sounded pleased, Thor only growled in warning. They'd had this argument several times as the night wore on.

"Am I too lewd brother?" You'd asked when you'd demanded they teach you how to make them cum with your mouth so they could use you at the same time.

"Not at all, I quite like knowing you have some whorishness in you. Just needed to be nurtured." Loki purred as he kissed you, deeper than before. You heard a loud CRACK! and looked up to find Thor breaking the arm of the chair he'd been resting in.

"If that man touches you like we have I'm killing him. Allyship, war, all of it be damned. If he touches you I'm burning his kingdom to the ground." It wasn't a bellow like his normal good natured threats, this was quiet and deadly serious.

"Yes, yes. Only for us. Or Thor will kill your future husband." Loki laughed as he tugged on your hair forcing you down the last few inches until your nose was buried in his pubes. When you merely blinked up at him all pretty and wet eyed he barely got out a warning before he was coming down your throat.

You gasped for air when your brother released you. You'd lost count of how many loads you'd taken from them both, but each one made you feel greedier. You wanted to drown from the inside until you were marked irrevocably and their claim on you was undeniable.

"Breathe love, Thor give her space-" Loki combed your hair away from your face, trying to look in your eyes and check that you're okay.

"No!" You moaned as you fucked yourself back on your brother's girth shamelessly. "M-more, don't want to stop. Not till it t-takes. Please? Please please please," You begged shamelessly as Thor groaned and fucked you through his orgasm, each spurt squelching out around his cock onto the drenched sheets.

"Shh love, you know how Loki worries. We won't stop until you're with child. We promised didn't we?" Thor kissed your shoulder as he reached around to tease your clit, his fingers growing slick the more he played with your nub. "Because the only children you'll be having are ours."

"Even-"

"Even after you're married to that oaf, you'll still be good for us won't you?" Loki placed two fingers under your chin to make you look at him, your eyes glazed over and adoring.

"Yes."

[salmon-bagel]

Tf2 mercenaries x Seductress! Class! Reader

Warning: nsfw content, female reader, sexism

Scout

When Scout heard that there's a woman who's a professional at seduction, he had already started plotting.

"Hello, name is Y/n L/n, but you can call me the Seductress. It's nice to meet you."

"Heya, nice to meet cha' mommy- Oh, i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy-"

Constantly hits on you. Scout believes that you're the type of girl that's 'easy', someone who will let anyone bang them regardless of who they are.

That boy isn't going to leave you alone until you let him into your pants.

Even when he's not busy trying to get in between your legs, Scout is asking you for advice on how to woo the ladies. Considering you're a professional at flirting with people.

You go back and forth on giving him good advice and bad advice. Sometimes you feel bad that he can't get a girlfriend. Then again, you think to yourself that no woman should be within three feet of Scout because of how much of a horny asshole he is.

After some time, you did grow to have a soft spot for him. Since he's bullied a lot by the other mercenaries. He can be kinda cute when he's not being a complete jerk.

Soldier

Soldier treats you like the other mercenaries. Ruthlessly bleating in your ear when you're doing something wrong.

"GIVE ME ONE HUNDRED SQUATS NOW! I WANT THAT AMERICAN ASS NICE AND PERKY BY THE TIME YOU'RE DONE!"

He wants the best from you. Regardless of your gender, he'll push you to the limit until he's proud enough to call you a warrior.

Soldier tests that you're a good seductress by making you flirt with him. It's an ego boost on his part, but he's genuinely trying to make sure you're hot enough for the enemy.

"YOU CALL THAT FLIRTING!? I'VE HEARD BETTER FLIRTING FROM A MONKEY! AT LEAST THEY CAN PUCKER THEIR LIPS BETTER UNLIKE YOURS!"

Buys you clothing that he believes would work well when you're seducing the enemies. It's always american themed swimwear or lingerie. You began to believe he's just buying that for himself for you to try.

Whenever the team successfully wins for the day, Soldier immediately rushes towards and smacks your ass as hard as he can.

"NOW THAT IS AN ASS I'M PROUD TO CALL AMERICAN!"

Sniper

Sniper believes your work is very unprofessional. Considering he believes you have to whore yourself out to the enemy team. Instead of using your actual skills.

He says he has nothing against prostitution or sex work in general. Sniper just thinks that stuff you do should be kept behind doors and not on the battlefield. He says it causes too much of a distraction. However, you claim that 'distraction' is the point. Sniper doesn't seem to get it.

You honestly could care less what he thinks. Snipers throws jars of piss for a living, and he really thinks he has the right to judge other people?

The truth is you're good at seducing people. Too good. That it distracts him from doing his own job. Sniper has a tendency to watch you through the scope of his gun.

The way your body gets all hot and sweaty from the terrible heat, oh it does something to him. Sniper has imagined licking your sweat off your tits while you degrade him for being such a filthy fuck.

You are his go-to jerk off material. The women in his porno magazines don't get him off like they used. The only way he can relieve himself now is by imagining your fat ass bouncing on his cock.

When he noticed a pair of your panties in the laundry basket, Sniper couldn't help himself to inhale the sweet scent of your panties before putting them back.

Sniper knows he's a damn hypocrite.

He slut shames you for what you do, only to get off to you afterwards. The post nut clarity consumes him with guilt and shame.

Sniper still hasn't built up the courage to apologize to you.

Heavy

Heavy is one of the very few people who treat you like an actual human being. He was raised by a single mother alongside three sisters. Heavy knows to treat a woman right. Less he wishes to face their fury.

Heavy doesn't understand why you seduce the enemy. You're supposed to shoot at the enemy, not bat your eyelashes and wink! However, after watching your work on the battlefield, he gets to more of an understanding.

"Oh, I see. You lie to enemy and lure them in like fish? HA! Very clever!"

Absolutely loves gunning down the enemy that is distracted by you.

Is one of the few men who genuinely falls for you for your personality. Heavy knows you're drop-dead gorgeous, but he knows that beneath all that beauty is a truly intelligent woman. You earned your place on the team by impressing Mann Co., with your skills instead of batting your eyelashes and begging to be a part of the team. You make his heart swoon like no other woman has.

He likes to write you poetry. It helps convey how he feels for you because he's too bashful to put it into simple words.

Heavy is not afraid of anything. Nothing, not even death itself. However, it took him a lot of courage and constant rehearsal to ask you out on a date.

He hopes to start a genuine relationship with you. Heavy doesn't want a one-night stand or be friends-with-benefits with you. He wants you to be his girlfriend and maybe possibly his wife later down the line.

Engineer

"Well, I'll be! Aren't you the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Engineer is taken aback by your good looks and sauve personality. He genuinely questions why you wanted to be a mercenary. A beautiful lady like yourself is too of high risk to get hurt!

Will always be there to help you if it gets too much for you to handle.

However, he can be very overprotective over you on the battlefield. Engineer thinks it would be safer for you to stay on the rancho relaxo than getting shot at by the enemy. As much as you'd like to not do anything on the job, Mann Co. isn't paying you to be lazy. They see everything and will tell you to get off your ass and start fighting.

You have to beg Engineer that you can do it on your own. He understands your point of view and begrudgingly lets you fight with the others. Even if it means going against his code of defending and protecting a lady when she needs it.

While putting up dispensers and sentries, he can't help to admire you from afar. Engie believes that a guy like him has no chance with a girl like you. What woman would be interested in a bald man who has a robotic hand and locks himself away in his work? No gal that's who.

Engie fantasizes about working up the courage to flirt with you and ask you out, which would eventually lead to a rather sensual night spent together. He did try to ask you out once but miserably failed. Engie kept stuttering and mispronouncing words out of nervousness while attempting to seduce you. You couldn't make out what he was trying to say. Thankfully, Demo had the heart to pull Engie out of that mess of a conversation and save him from further embarrassing himself.

So now, he just admires you from afar. Dreaming that one day he'll get to win your heart.

Spy

Surprisingly, he wants to get to know you as soon as possible. It's not every day you get to meet a lovely lady.

When he learns of your class type, oh boy, this man will make you question if you're even meant to be the Seductress.

"Mademoiselle, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Do you know why they call Paris the city of love? Why don't I take you there and show you?"

"If the verb ‘to love’ didn’t exist, I would have invented it upon seeing you."

Spy leaves your entire face red and completely frozen after he's done talking to you. He's so flattering and charismatic. In comparison to the other men, he makes it seem like they're not trying at all. It isn't their fault, though, Spy is a natural at wooing the ladies.

You're surprised when Spy gifts you things that you really like. You never shared these intimate details with him before or with the other mercenaries. When you asked him how he knew what you specifically liked, Spy merely winks at you and grins. He has a way of receiving information without anyone knowing.

He has a tendency to kiss the back of your hand whenever you two are greeting each other. Spy is a gentleman and can't help himself to be sweet to a beautiful woman.

When Spy asks you out on a date, you agree to it because you have been meaning to go out. You felt like you'd go insane if you stayed in the base any longer. You put on your best dress and left with Spy into town.

After having a nice meal and a few glasses of wine, both of you give into temptation. Spy could hardly keep his hands off you when he drove you both back to the base. All your clothes came off the moment you reached his bedroom. You found it a little strange he refused to take off his mask. Oh, what the hell. He's hot and treated you to a nice date.

In the morning, you receive uncomfortable stares from the other mercenaries. Let's just say you and Spy weren't exactly quiet during your lovemaking. Unfortunately for the others, you decided Spy would become your fuck buddy.

Medic

He's been meaning to include a female subject in his experiments- I mean, he's glad to meet you!

You try your best to steer clear of him. However, on the front lines, it isn't so easy. When you're constantly getting shot at and stabbed by enemies, you'll need the Medic's help to get better.

When he sees you in action, Medic feels a new emotion that he's never felt before. Is this.. love? Maybe it is. Or maybe it's just lust.

Medic has never been infatuated with any woman. Except you. The way you lure in these pathetic men with your good looks and false promises, only to kill them afterwards- oh God, it makes him giddy. He feels like a schoolboy all over again!

Medic does routine check-ups on you. To make sure all your lady parts are in working order. In reality, this perverted fuck wants to have an excuse to grope you. Always gaslights you into believing he's not being a degenerate.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Why, of course! Breast cancer isn't something to take lightly!" He'd respond. You would understand, but after thirty minutes of him fondling your breasts, you knew what his true intentions were.

Medic writes you love letters and his dove, Archimedes, deliver them to you.

The letters start off relatively sweet. Medic writes that he views you as a Goddess, a truly ethereal being that is too perfect for this world filled with lesser mortals. And how he's the only man truly worthy for you.

Then, the letters take a complete turn the more you read it. He writes how he wishes to fulfill every filthy fantasy he's ever had with you. Oh boy, the list is long. For one, Medic wants to tie you down, gag you, and breed you like the filthy whore you are. Another consited of how he wants to fuck you on the battlefield while you're bleeding out and fingering your open wound as if it was your pussy.

You've stopped reading his letters and tend to light them on fire.

Demoman

"So, how much do you regularly charge for a quick shag?" He'd ask you before laughing his ass off.

Demo will never take you or your work seriously. Even if you politely ask him to.

He doesn't see what's so hard about showing off your tits and saying how much you love to suck cock. Demo believes you should've been a stripper if you wanted to tease men so desperately.

You frequently explain to him in detail how you help and provide for the team. You honestly can't tell if Demo deliberately forgets or because he gets drunk so often, he hardly pays attention to you while you talk.

Don't worry, though. After you've instilled the fear of women into him, he'll be gladly reminded that he shouldn't judge or ridicule a woman. If his mother were here, she'd knock some sense into him.

Demo apologizes to you, drinks, gets drunk, and apologies some more

"I'm sorry, lassie! It's just that I just get so lonely sometimes! What woman would give me, a one-eyed freak, a chance!"

He bawls on the floor, crying in front of you. You attempt to cheer him up by comforting him. Instead, you end up getting drunk with him.

Did you shag him in the heat of the moment? That's all up to you ;)

Pyro

Has no idea what you're doing to the enemy. Anything sexual you do is translated as innocent in their vision. Will never know what real seduction or sex.

Luckily, they think everything you do is nice and polite!

Regularly gives you grotesque gifts, which are usually human hearts and bones. You begrudgingly take the gifts because you know they mean well and don't wish to be disrespectful.

Pyro has a tendency to go through your closet when you leave your room. Or while you're sleeping. Either why, they steal your clothing and belongings. They pick out outfits and wigs they like along with makeup supplies. You wonder where you placed your dress and immediately begin searching for it. Maybe you left it in the laundry room. As soon as you exit your room, you see Pyro wearing your clothing over their suit. Fake eyelashes have been glued onto their eyes, and lipstick smeared all over the breathing hole.

You can't even be upset with Pyro. They're doing their best.

You let Pyro keep the dress they're wearing, considering it most likely wouldn't fit you anymore.

[anyca786]

"WED HER TO ME"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt! Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister) kissing, smut warning: p in v, d*ck riding, dirty talking, etc)

Here's the series

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the brothel chamber. Daenys stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She found herself nestled in Daemon's embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her.

The silk sheets, barely covering her breast, lay draped across her torso. Daemon, who had awakened slightly earlier, watched her with a tender smile. He reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of silver hair from her face. His heart swelled with a sense of contentment as he took in the sight of his sister.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Daenys stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled, her heart melting at the sight of Daemon. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. "Good morrow," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

But before Daemon could respond, a loud knock echoed through the chamber. The door burst open, revealing a group of King's guards.

Daemon's expression hardened as he quickly pulled the sheets over Daenys, shielding her from their gaze. "Get out!" he roared, his voice filled with anger. "The Princess is indecent."

The guards exchanged glances, their faces etched with disapproval. They advanced toward Daemon, their hands hovering over their swords.

"Daemon?" Daenys asked, her voice filled with worry.

Before he could answer, the guards seized him, dragging him out of the brothel.

Daenys, her heart pounding, scrambled out of bed. She wrapped herself in a robe and followed Daemon as he was escorted from the brothel.

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Daemon stood before King Viserys and Daenys, her heart pounding in her chest, pleaded with the King to spare him. "Brother, please," she cried, her voice filled with desperation.

Viserys, his face contorted with rage, kicked Daemon once more, sending him sprawling to the floor. "My Daughter?" he demanded, his voice cold and menacing.

When Daemon remained silent, Viserys kicked him again. "You won't even deny it?" he snarled.

Daemon groaned in pain. "I need to understand the charge before I attempt to discredit it," he replied, his voice weak.

Viserys' anger flared. "You defiled her!" he shouted, his eyes narrowing. He turned to Daenys. "Both of you," he accused.

Daenys' head hung in shame. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to process the gravity of the accusation.

"Still you say nothing?" Viserys pressed.

Daemon, struggling, replied, "Oh, what does it matter, brother? When we were Rhaenyra's age, we fucked our way through most of the brothels on the Street of Silk."

Viserys was stunned. "We were young men," he protested. "She is just a girl!, your niece!" he pressed.

"Rhaenyra's a woman grown," Daemon countered. "Better her first experience be with me and Daenys than some whore"

Viserys, overcome with fury, pulled out his dagger and placed it at Daemon's throat. Daenys gasped, reaching out to shield Daemon.

"Stay there," Viserys ordered, pushing her back.

"You have ruined her!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with anguish. "What lord will wed her now? In this condition?"

Daemon, his face pale, replied, "Who gives a fuck what some lord thinks? You are the dragon. Your word is truth and law."

Viserys was taken aback. "I have spent a lifetime defending you," he said, his voice softening slightly. "But your heart is even blacker than I thought. I should disinherit her, as I already did you, and be done with it."

"Wed her to me," Daemon said suddenly, his voice filled with determination.

Daenys stared at him in shock. "When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything," Daemon continued. "I want Rhaenyra and Daenys. I'll take them as they are and wed them in the tradition of our house."

Viserys chuckled in disbelief. "You are already wed," he replied.

"That didn't stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife," Daemon retorted.

"You are no conqueror," Viserys said, his voice laced with contempt. "You are a plague, sent to destroy me."

"Give me Rhaenyra and Daenys to take to wife, and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory," Daemon persisted.

"Of course," Viserys said, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "It's not my daughter you lust for, is it? It's my throne."

"Go back to the Vale, Daemon, to your lawful wife. Strive to restore whatever scrap of honour remains in you. Or don't. Matters not to me. As long as you are gone from my sight for good." Viserys said.

Viserys then turned to Daenys. "And you," he said, his voice filled with disappointment. "You are to remain here in King's Landing, wed an honourable man of my choice."

Daenys was aghast. "What? No," she protested, her voice barely a whisper.

Viserys removed the dagger from Daemon's neck and walked out of the courtroom. Daenys crouched down to Daemon.

Daemon smiled and wiped her tears with his thumb, " Come along with me?" He asked her hopefully.

Daenys exhaled and thought for a second, "Won't be the first time running away from here,"

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Daenys slowly cracked the door open of their shared bed chambers and saw Daemon sitting behind his desk, writing something. They started living together in Runestone after the unknown cause of the death of Lady Rhea Royce.

Daemon's eyes immediately meet hers.

"Haunting around the house?" He says with a smirk on his handsome face. His powerful aura and intense glare made her wet.

"I'm bored," She said with a seductive smile and walked over to him, and straddled his lap.

"Are you now?" He said as he crooked up one eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. Daenys wiggles her arse in his lap and finds that he's already hard.

"It looks like you could take a break as well from whatever the fuck you're doing," Daenys said before kissing his neck

His hands find her hips and help her to guide him, grinding against his cock. Her lips found his, and she suck his bottom lip into her mouth, which earned her a groan.

Daenys smiles a little before she starts kissing his lips as she sneaks her tongue inside his mouth.

Daemon tries to do what he normally does, which is taking control, but Daenya was not letting him today. She fist her hand in his hair and pulls his head back. Her hips grinded faster, soaking his lap with her juices.

Daenys wanted more. She let one of her hands travel down to his pants and unbutton it. She pull down his pants a bit and grab his cock in her hands, giving it a squeeze.

He groans in her mouth, which only makes her feel hotter and impatient. She started stroking his cock up and down a few times before grinding her soaked undercloth against it.

Daenys shoved the little fabric of her undercloth aside and hovered above his length. She breaks the kiss and looks deep into his purple eyes as she slowly let his big cock stretch her.

She lets out a soft moan when he's fully inside of her and starts moving slowly up and down, still holding his eye contact.

Daenys knew he was holding the urge to take over, but she was glad that he was giving her the chance to take charge. It made her feel powerful, thinking that this strong man is now under her control.

She started to quicken her pace and grab his hand to guide it to her clit. He didn't need any telling and started circling it.

The quickened pace gave her little bolts of electricity throughout her body. "Yes, that feels so good." Daenys moaned out as she heard him let out a restrained groan.

"Make me come,"she demanded. It's a bold move, but she was trilled to see that he's decided to obey.

Every time her hips meet his, she arched her back so his cock hits her perfect sensitive spot and each time she hits it, she felt herself getting closer and closer.

He helped her by adding more pressure to her clit. Her legs started to shake vigorously, and her core started to tighten.

"Yes, keep going, Daemon. I'm so close, my love, " Daenys said with a shaky, breathy voice.

It takes a few more thrusts before she comes. Daenys screamed out of pleasure and needed to hold on to his shoulders.

"That's quite enough." He says through clenched teeth. He then picks her off his lap effortlessly and turns her around so he can bend her over the table.

Daenys screams out again when he thrusts inside of her with force and starts fucking her hard, not giving her any chance to recover from her previous orgasm.

"Do you like that? Holding the power over me and seeing me squirm beneath your touch?" He grunts as he keeps thrusting in and out of her with no remorse.

All the paper and inks fall off his desk with the force he was fucking her. "Y-yes." Daenys managed to get out of our mouth while holding on to the edge of his desk for support.

"Wrong answer." He said and slaps her arse hard. He grabbed her arse cheek to start fucking her like no one else ever did before, making her see the Gods themselves.

He grunts and groans animalistic before Daenys feels him sucking the crook of her neck and then feels a sting on her left shoulder. Ecstacy floods through her veins as his cock twitches inside of her and fills her up with his come.

Daenys breathed hard and let herself calm down from the intense fucking. Daemon kisses the spot where he bit her and softly speaks against her skin. "I only obey to you, my Queen,"

He pulled out of her and turned her around, making her sit on his desk. He stood between her legs and started kissing her tenderly. It was soft and sensual and made her feel 'loved'

🥀

Daenys sat on the edge of their shared bed with a letter from Viserys, clutched in her hands.

Daemon watched her from across the room. He held a steaming cup of moon tea, his gaze filled with concern, "Here," he said, handing her the cup. "Take this." He reached out and kissed the top of her head.

They had both discussed the prospect of children numerous times. While Daenys had always dreamed of motherhood, she was apprehensive about the challenges that came with it. She had also expressed her concerns to Daemon, suggesting that he should marry someone who could give him heirs. Daemon, however, had always dismissed her concerns, insisting that children were annoying anyway.

As Daenys continued to read the letter, her expression grew somber. "What is it?" Daemon asked, noticing her change in mood.

"I'm invited to Rhaenyra's wedding," she sighed. "Rhaenyra is getting married to Laenor."

Daemon and Daenys still harboured a deep love and protectiveness for Rhaenyra. They wanted her to be happy, even if it meant seeing her with another man.

Tears welled up in Daenys' eyes as she read further. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she began to sob. Daemon pulled her into his arms, comforting her.

"I just want to know that she's happy with this," Daenys said, her voice muffled.

Daemon stroked her hair gently, waiting for her tears to subside. When she finally calmed down, he cupped her face in his hands. "To King's Landing, then," he said gently.

A/N- lets crash the wedding and give Viserys a heart attack.

[hyunnieshannie]

SKZ: In Bed

A shit show of a conversation was started in my writers club discord (Feel free to join!) with @maeleelee & @d4vekat-otp so here are my unhinged thoughts about how SKZ are in bed:

CHAN: SUB / SWITCH (SUB LEANING)

-He has so much control right now, even if it may not seem like it sometimes he just needs someone else to take control.

-Needs to be loved on and pampered, he's tired of taking care of his 7 kids all day

-Would love just being told what to do

-Seriously just tell him what to do, let him turn his brain off for once.

-SO SO SO in love with a calm, sweet, after care ritual:

- cuddling,

- kisses,

-a bath,

-snackies,

-hot chocolate,

- just be gentle with him after <3

MINHO: SOFT DOM

-Everyone imagines Lino as a hard dom. me included. based on his looks and demeanor but what if we based it off how he looks at Jisung?

-Suddenly the man is softer than SoonDoonDori

-Consent is sexy KING: asks if you're okay with everything he does

-SO SO SO passionate

-Gentle unless asked not to be

-Will bring the cats in after sex to let you cuddle up to them because he loves seeing his four babies all together.

-"want me to make you a snack?"

-SO MANY KISSES

-TIGHT cuddles, man will literally NOT let you go

-Would check in to make sure you're not hurt anywhere if he got 'too rough'

-Gives you his hoodie and sweats to sleep in

-HELPS YOU change into everything because "I'm changing the saying from No one helps you once you're fucked." (he's a lil dumb sometimes, he's doing his best okay?)

CHANGBIN: SWITCH (Depending on the day)

-Loves a good rough fuck

-but GOD WOULD HE LOVE being taken care of.

-Either manhandles you with his thicc muscles

- or pouts for you to be gentle with him

-IMMACULATE aftercare (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW SWEET HE IS WITH HIS MOM AND SISTER? HE WAS RAISED RIGHT AND KNOWS HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN)

-Massages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Bubble Baths <3

-Would CARRY you to the bath <3 (Even if you can still walk. he WILL carry you)

-HE PREPARES!!! Whether he assumes he's gonna get some, or not, hes ALWAYS prepared for what you'll need after just in case! (Like water and snacks, or advil) (he do get a little sleepy after sex please cuddle him)

-PRAISES THE FUCK OUT OF HIS PARTNER 100% SO SO SWEET. "You're doing so good," "You take me so well" JKBDSFJKBVSFKJBGSKJDFVBG

HYUNJIN: SERVICE TOP / SOFT DOM

-Soft boy, Shy when people compliment his looks BUT

-Behind closed doors, he KNOWS. He KNOWS hes hot. and uses it against you

-He's a slut (lovingly)

-LOVES roleplay LOVES being a character so he can forget he was shy earlier about receiving a compliment

-PRAISES YOU "you're so perfect." | "More beautiful than any art piece in any museum" | "Made just for me,"

-SENSUAL ASF

-He wants to be in control, but doesn't want to hurt you ever, only wants to make you feel good

-Will sketch you naked while you look fucked out (paint me like one of your french girls)

-The Most EXTREME Aftercare (it's such a long process)

-Will not let you lift a single finger, while he massages you, helps you bathe, puts lotion on you, gives you a face mask, changes you, and ultimately puts you to bed

-KISSES ALL OVER YOUR FACE before you fall asleep <3

JISUNG: SOFT DOM

-STOP DOING HANJI WRONG AND CALLING HIM BITCHLESS, WHO ARE WE KIDDING? HES NOT BITCHLESS AND WE ALL KNOW IT

-BIAS WRECKS EVERYONE EVERY SINGLE CB? EVEN IF JISUNG ISN'T YOUR BIAS... HE'S STILL YOUR BIAS.

-JISUNG MAY BE SHY BUT HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING.

-LOVES EDGING. (Ignores us on bubble forever, knows we want him, knows EXACTLY when to drop content, and leave us begging him for more)

-HEAD GAME STRONG. PROVE ME WRONG RN.

-LOVES watching you beg for him. "I don't think you deserve it though-"

-WHORE (lovingly)

-WOULD SEXT YOU WHILE EITHER ONE OF YOU IS IN AN IMPORTANT MEETING "How bad do you want me right now?"

-AFTER CARE INCLUDES CUDDLES AND ANIME

-LIKE SO MUCH ANIME (FOKN WEEB)

-Showers TOGETHER. you're not allowed to go in there alone wtf??

FELIX: HARD DOM. / BRAT TAMER

-WHY EVERYONE THINK HES A SUB??

-HATES being seen as a pretty, fragile, princess

-NEEDS to take out his frustrations but what BETTER way than to show his partner whos in charge (Spoiler: It's Him.)

-The type to fuck you against the wall

-Seriously. He wants to pick you up and fuck you against any flat surface he can find- especially- when you piss him off.

-Leaves SO MANY marks on you. "Everyone needs to know who you belong to."

-LOVES face fucking. L O V E S it

-PRAISES YOU (if you deserve it) "Just like that, you're doing so good"

-IF YOU DONT DESERVE IT THO: "Stupid little whore, forgot whos in charge again huh?" (NOT HAPPY. STILL SO HOT OF HIM THO)

-SWEET BABY DURING AFTERCARE, WHOLE 180 CHANGE, "Baby what do you need?" "are you ok my love?" "Thank you for letting me get my anger out..." SO SO SO SO SO SOFT

SEUNGMIN: HARD DOM. FULL ON SADIST.

-Man isn't just a dom. He's a mother fucking SADIST

-Teases you until you cry

-LOVES making you angry/frustrated

-LOVES watching you fight back (like the brat you are)

-LOVES it more to see you lose the fight (Source: Trust me bro)

-TOYS TOYS TOYS.

-LOVES Using toys to overstimulate you.

-THE TYPE TO DO GUIDED MASTRUBATION

-LOVES the power he has over you!!!!!!!!!

-DENIAL. DENIAL. DENIAL. THIS IS BEYOND EDGING. ONE WRONG MOVE AND HE WILL DENY YOU AT LEAST 7 TIMES.

-JEALOUS FUCKING. "so you wanna act up in front of other guys? REMEMBER who fucking OWNS you."

-AFTERCARE IS SO NICE WITH HIM THO. HES A TOTAL PUPPY. Following you around to make sure you're okay, like a dog with its tail between its legs he needs lots of attention, cuddles and kisses. He loves you SO Much, he can't help his jealousy issues...

JEONGIN: HARD DOM

-DOESNT want to be Baby bread. HES SAID IT. (he wants to be Daddy Toast fr)

-Hes SO innocent looking? RED FLAG. HES 100% A WHORE (Lovingly)

-LOVES using his hands and his tongue

-Will over stimulate you with them before he even THINKS of fucking you

-When he DOES fuck you, the grip he has on your body will leave bruises on you for a week

-WOULD MARK YOU SO MUCH

-Wants YOU to mark him in forms of hickeys or scratches

-CHOKING - HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS???????????? (Chanting: BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY yeah. Im part of the breath play cult...)

-ALL THE KINKS, HES A FUCKING F R E A K "You see me as a baby? I'm about to prove you wrong little fox."

-WANTS YOU TO WEAR A FUCKING COLLAR WITH HIS NAME ON THE TAG. "You're mine. don't fucking forget it."

-SUCH A BABY DURING AFTERCARE. WANTS CUDDLES, WOULD NUZZLE INTO YOU, BABY FOX IS VERY SHY AFTER LETTING OUT HIS DOM SIDE ON YOU.

Tags @chanlixiiee @amalieworldidk @jaebaebaegot7 @maeleelee @iadorethemskz @maenijw @hangin-out-with-the-street-rats @jinniespuppy @painstakingly-juno @lethallyprotected @elizalabs3 @jisungsbff01 @seungminslittlepup

[seeingivy]

HI RONNIE!!!! HOPE ALL IS WELL POOKIE!! i just have a suggestion for your gojo fics + ts songs if you haven’t done it already bc i havent rlly checked but gorgeous from reputation 😋😋😋

gorgeous

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: nothing much, just some good old thirsting for our favorite sorcerer

an: HELLO MY BELOVED BABIE POOKIE SWEETIE PIE FACE!!! of course I can do gorgeous (which this is actually the fourth time it's been requested for taylor as gojo so I had to do it as fast as I could) fun fact: this was one of my surprise songs when my older sister flew me out to see the eras tour in atlanta!!!!

--

The rosé is sweet as it trickles down your throat, immediately filling you with a warm, fuzzy feeling in the center of your chest. 

“We’ve only been here for twenty minutes.” Nanami says, reaching to take the bottle from you. 

“And I’ve had the longest week of my life. Please mind your own business, Kento.” you respond, reaching for the bottle back from him. 

A measly tradition from when you were masters students together is now the only reason you’re making it to the end of the week. After a load of corporate bullshit for Nanami, insane work hours for Shoko, and the most disorganized elementary school in the metropolitan area for you, the three of you come together to bitch and get drunk. 

Let loose. And let loose really means let loose, because the bartender hates you so much that he has a picture of the three of you printed on the front door with a very menacing Do Not Enter sign next to it. 

“Hi Toji.” 

“I’m going to permanently ban you from this bar one day. And I’ll feel no remorse when I kick you out on your ass either.” 

“Toji, stop flirting with me or I’m going to fall in love with you.” 

Toji wrinkles his nose in disgust, looking borderline offended that you would even say such a thing, as he places three beers on the table. You shoot him a wink and he flips you off in response as he walks back to his spot behind the bar. 

“So what is that asshat doing?” Nanami asks. 

You turn your head to find Hiro, the stupid pathologist you’ve been dating for the past eight months, doing some type of…interpretive dance in the middle of the bar with a blonde girl. Interpretive dance is a nice word for twerking on each other. 

“Networking.” 

Shoko and Nanami nearly burst out laughing before pushing their bottles towards you, which you happily accept. 

“You win. What an absolute idiot.” 

You all laugh as you watch Hiro go on, matching disgusted faces plastered on the three of your faces as his arms become more uncoordinated with each changing beat. You turn your head to the side, swallowing down your disgust with Nanami’s beer and silently thanking the Ancient Sumerians for creating the aforementioned beer for you to drown your pity in.  

The door of the bar swings open behind you and Nanami and Shoko lift their hands up, giving a polite wave, before sinking back down into their chairs. You turn around to look at who they were waving at and feel your breath get tangled in your throat. 

Are you drunk? Yes. Are you a little bit delusional? Probably. Is this probably a result of the idiot you’ve been dating doing some type of weird, inappropriate bird mating call on the dance floor that’s more embarrassing for you than it is for him? For sure. 

But the human personification of beauty just walked into the smelly bar and you think you’ve fallen in love. In lust. In whatever you can have with this man, because he’s literally the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

He’s tall, his defined arms peeking out through the white, buttoned collared shirt he’s wearing. His sleeves are pulled just past his forearms, because he’s a whore, putting the tiniest of veins on display and honestly, making you foam at the mouth. Not only is he built, not only is he fit but he literally has the face of a fucking angel. 

You’ve never understood that entire thing. Attraction at first sight. You need to sit down, get to know someone, before you can truly like them. And tonight, you stand corrected because there’s something magnetic about him. You can’t help but notice, can’t help but pay attention to him walking around the bar. 

You think it’s illegal. Because who the fuck walks into this dinky ass bar looking like that? Sparkly blue eyes, peeking from behind a pair of sunglasses, and perfectly tousled, snow white hair. Looks that could kill. Like literally kill, because your heart is beating so fast it’s going to explode.  

He walks past the door and takes a seat at the bar, leaning against the table to order his drink. And you’re sure your inhibitions are not present because of the bottle of wine and now four beers that you’ve downed, but you’re full on ogling him. 

Because your day, your week, your life can suck ass but you’ve grown enough to know that you should let yourself enjoy the little things in life. Which includes flagrantly gawking at this beautiful, beautiful stranger. 

“You’re staring.” 

You turn around to face Shoko and Nanami again, nearly twitching in your seat. 

“Who the fuck is that?” 

“Satoru Gojo. He’s a medical malpractice lawyer, he helped out a co-worker of mine a few months ago.” responds Shoko, placing a fresh cigarette in between her teeth. 

“His firm is right across from my office. I see him on the train sometimes on the way to work.” says Nanami, leaning over to light Shoko’s stick. 

“Do you know the things I would do to that man?” 

“What?” 

“I need that man. Horrendously. Biblically. Like we’re Adam and Eve, creating something new. Who the fuck looks like that? Who the fuck walks into Toji’s disgusting ass bar looking like a Greek god? Like an angel descended from the heavens?” 

“Are we talking about the same guy?” Shoko asks, blowing the smoke out of her mouth. 

“Shut up. Don’t act like you don’t go goo goo ga ga over Utahime every time you see her at one of my work functions. This guy is my Utahime.”

“Y/N. Stop.” 

“Shut up Kento. One night with Satoru Gojo and I’d literally lose my fucking mind. Like freak shit - on the table, in the bathroom, on the kitchen counter. Like you know that mind-blowing person you still think about when you’re a smelly, old senile person reliving your glory days when your husband cheats on you? That man under me would be MY glory days. He’s fucking gorgeous.” 

You feel a hand slide around your shoulder and the aforementioned gorgeous man is now sitting right next to you, his other hand resting on your knee. He’s smiling, his eyes even more dazzling when they’re filled with the sincerity of a smile. 

“Gorgeous, huh?” he says, reaching forward to pinch your cheek. 

You stick your face in your hands as you move away from his burning touch.. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He leans forward to shake hands with Shoko and Nanami, exchanging pleasantries with them. The traitors. 

“Were you planning on telling me he was standing right behind me listening while I listed all the ways I would do him, Kento?” 

“What do you think ‘Y/N stop it’ means?” he responds. 

“No need to be ashamed, sweetheart. I think it’s really cute.” 

You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to the other edge of the bench, drowning in your embarrassment as Kento and Shoko break into conversation with Gojo. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

“Hey babe. Are you ready to leave?” 

Hiro’s now standing at the side of the table, sweat dripping down the side of his face, as he gestures for you to stand up. And now it’s even more embarrassing, because Gojo looks way too excited to be meeting Hiro right now. 

“I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m Satoru Gojo.” 

“Hiro. I’m dating Y/N.” 

Satoru looks over, smirking at you, before he leans back - and sends your head into a tizzy in the process because who the hell looks attractive smirking like that. 

“Congratulations. You must be really happy together. Life changing.” he says. 

You can feel your cheeks burning. He’s teasing you. You just admitted all the things you would do to him out loud, about how one night with him would change your life, and not only did he hear but now he’s sticking it to your boyfriend too. 

You push past him in the booth, give Shoko and Nanami a halfhearted smile, before you drag Hiro out of the bar with you. 

--

You sit against the pavement, bumping knees with Itadori, as you both eye the empty parking lot in front of you. 

“I’m really sorry. My grandpa should actually be here any minute.” 

You look over at him, his pink hair tousled messily and the way he’s nervously fidgeting with the strings of his yellow hoodie. You give him a smile, knowing all too well the embarrassment of being the last kid picked up from school. Patiently waiting for someone to remember to pick you up. 

“Are you enjoying the third grade, Itadori?” 

“Yeah. I made a few friends recently which is nice.” 

“That’s always fun, kid. I’m glad you’re situating okay. Do you like the area?” 

“I kind of miss my old house. But it’s nice to spend time with my grandpa.” 

You feel your heart ache as you remember the little file they sent over, the written note from your principal pressed on top. That his parents passed away just before the start of the school year and his grandfather, one of his only living family members, wasn’t doing too well either. 

“Do you like your teacher?” 

He looks over, a shy smile on his face. 

“She’s okay.” 

You smile, reaching forward to mess with her hair. 

“Just okay? I think I’m pretty cool.” 

“Eh.” 

You reach into your pocket for the lollipop you swiped from your stash and hold it out in front of him. You watch his face light up, his excited little hands ripping the paper off. 

“Am I cool yet, Itadori?” 

“Freezing.” 

You smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze as a black car pulls up, stopping right in front of you. And out comes Satoru Gojo, in all his beauty, and one of your other students, Megumi Fushiguro. 

Megumi runs straight up to Itadori, holding out his hand, as he starts dragging him to the car. You stand up, awkwardly brushing your palms against your pencil skirt as Satoru walks up to you, a smirk on his face. 

And what the fuck is he doing here?

“Hi.” 

“Hello. Are you here to pick up Itadori?” 

“Sure am, pretty girl. Have a note from his grandpa, he’s not really feeling well.” 

You nod, ignoring the tingle in your hands as he brushes his fingers against yours to hand you the note. You pretend to read the note as you try to calm your breaths and look back up at him. 

Ocean blue eyes, staring into yours. 

“Perfect. Well, you’re good to go.” 

Satoru gives you a look before bending down to Itadori and Megumi’s heights, giving them the keys to the car and full access to playing with his stereo system. They both excitedly run into the car, leaving you and Satoru outside the school. 

“Are you not leaving?” 

“I thought we could chat for a bit.” 

You clench your fists as he takes Itadori’s seat on the pavement and gestures for you to sit next to him. You both eye Megumi and Itadori in the car, the two of them now sticking their faces too close to the air conditioning vents and manically laughing at how poofed up their hair is getting. 

“How are you?” 

“Satoru Gojo. Are you really making me sit here on the pavement to ask me how I am?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why?” 

“Well. I already know a lot about you. Your name, your occupation, how you feel about me. I feel like we skipped a few steps so we should backtrack. I didn’t even know you were my kids' teacher till about three seconds ago.” he says, smirking over at you. 

“Excuse me. How I feel about you?” 

“Oh, you know. On the table, in the bathroom, on the kitchen counter.” he responds, his voice all sing-songy. 

“Isn’t your wife waiting for you at home?” 

You can feel the jealousy seething in you already, because you know his answer. Because there is no universe where this man does not have a girlfriend already. The best ones are already taken. He leans closer, pinching your cheek in response. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“I think the whole my kid’s elementary school teacher cheating affair is cliche, Satoru. Dare I say, even more cliche than the nanny.” 

“But not as cliche as the secretary.” 

“Oh, of course not. That’s the holy grail of cliche cheating affairs.” 

He laughs, leaning back on his forearms as you both fall into the silence. Stupid, fucking gorgeous funny charismatic looking-

“No wife for me fortunately. Or girlfriend either.” 

That’s somehow worse. Because if he had a girlfriend, you could be jealous of her. Put her face on a cardboard box and kick it off a cliff. But he’s single. And now he’s just something you want but can’t have. Entirely attainable but not in your reach. 

Also known as, frustrating as hell. 

“Shame. I’m sure girls are lining up at the door to experience the joys of dating you.” 

“And you’re first in line, sweetheart.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as he stands up, the tension so unbearable you can feel it eating at you alive. He holds his hand out, that little tingle running through you again, as he helps you up, now dragging Megumi and Itadori out of the front seats. You give the three of them a smile, your blood burning, as they drive away. 

He sends you a gift the next day. A donation of classroom supplies you had been egregiously emailing all the parents about and a handwritten note. 

the start of a cliche <3 - satoru 

You try to wipe the smile off your face. The fluttering in your chest. The presence of him in your dreams and in your mind at all times. 

Suddenly, you’re seventeen again and you remember the biggest woes of your teenage life. 

The ups and downs of having a crush on someone. 

--

You clench the bowl of pudding in your hands as you ring the doorbell, which sprouts a large amount of commotion and noise behind the door. You give your hair one last pat down, after fretting over it for six hours in the mirror, as the door swings open. 

You’re met with Satoru Gojo and a pink apron hanging around his neck. 

“Nice outfit, Gojo. Can I try it on sometime?” 

“I’ll take it off and give you a show right now, sweetheart.” 

You feel your cheeks blazing as he drags you in, his warm hands taking the bowl from yours. You can hear thumping upstairs, which you’re sure is Megumi, Itadori, and Kugisaki making a mess of Gojo’s apartment. 

You follow him to the kitchen, taking a quick moment to totally check him out, before you make it to his mess of a birthday cake.

“There’s no way you’re going to actually give them that, are you?” 

“What’s wrong with it? It’s homemade. It has that Satoru charm.” 

“More like a stinky charm. What is that smell?” 

“The dishes. I need to do them because they’re kind of sticking to the pans. From this downright radioactive cake I just made.” 

You shoo him away, taking on the duty of properly making something out of the ruins of the "cake" Satoru had spread on his counter. From your vantage point, he has his back turned to you, which gives you full permission to ogle him once again. 

You realize that this is creepy. That no part of this is romantic and that he only invited you to Itadori’s little birthday party because you’re one of five people he actually knows in this city. But god is your heart beaming at the fact that the two of you are like this, together and alone. 

You’re mixing the frosting, a perfect light pink to match Itadori’s hair, and all you can think about is how good Satoru looks in a kitchen. In that run down t-shirt and sweatpants. Being all domestic. 

The way his arms look when he’s washing the dishes, how he looks when he puts things back into the fridge - his arm flexed against the handle. How reaching for the top cupboards makes the end of his shirt lift a little and you can see that muscled skin on his back. 

“I’m sure that the frosting is mixed by now. You’ve been going really hard at it.” 

You feel your face burn as you fill the piping bag, entirely embarrassed that he caught you staring. He makes his way over as you fill up the bags, the two of you frosting the entire sides of the cake together. At the end, you and Satoru take turns frosting the letters - the happy birthday in Satoru’s messy block printing and the itadori in your swirly cursive. 

He gives you a smile and it makes your heart all lopsided as he walks away. He goes toward the stairs, gesturing for all three of them to come down. 

You hear three pounding footsteps and then are bombarded with all three of them hugging you, pleasantly surprised at your arrival. 

“Are you here for my birthday?” 

“I sure am, birthday boy. I even brought you a gift, Itadori.” you respond, pinching his little cheek. 

He leans into your touch, giving you a hard hug before he lets go to run towards the kitchen. Gojo’s too busy strapping little birthday hats onto Nobara and Megumi's head as the two of you walk in, Satoru you a gleaming smile as he carries the last two hats over to you. 

“Purple or blue? Your pick, milady.” 

You point at the blue party hat which Gojo smiles at, before he lifts his hands to your face and secures the hat around your head. Some part of your hair gets tangled with the string, which Gojo fixes with the swiftness of his hands, immediately securing your hair back behind your ear. 

You could die happy then and there. 

He gives you a smile before turning back to Itadori - tickling him and screaming singing happy birthday into his ears, making the kid laugh so hard he’s crying out of his eyes. 

And you hate Satoru for inviting you. Surely he must know that something like this would only make you like him more. 

--

You turn your neck, just at the slightest angle, to get sight of him in your periphery. Keeping an eye on him is the only way to keep him at arm's length. And you’ve successfully avoided him three times now. 

More dressed down than the past few times you’ve seen him, Satoru is wearing a run down t-shirt and five inch inseam shorts - and he’s very excitedly chatting up Utahime and Nanami. You may be seeing things, but you swear he inches closer every time you move, the majority of his frame always turned to whichever direction you're standing in. 

Shoko starts poking your cheek aggressively to catch your attention, her face a few feet away from yours. 

“You know if you look from the side, it’s still considered staring.” she says. 

“Shut up. You’re acting like you weren’t staring either, Shoko.” 

“Staring at who?” 

You turn around to find the person attached to the voice and immediately walk away. Of course it was fucking Gojo. 

Even the sound of his voice is enough to make your heart race, like you're a six year old girl meeting your crush on the swings. You immediately race to Shoko’s bedroom, for a few seconds to calm yourself down. Sober up before you say something embarrassing again. 

When you make it to her room, you haphazardly shut the door behind you and fall face first into Shoko’s bed. You can still smell the laundry on her sheets, perfectly starched and fitted to perfection. You yank your phone out from your back pocket, quickly sliding through emails and making mental notes for your to-do list tomorrow to distract yourself. 

You hear the door open and close behind you, the tiny lock clicking against the frame. You turn around to find Satoru standing before you, his hands crossed against his chest. 

“Why do you hate me?” 

You frown, taken aback by his question. 

“What?” 

“Why do you hate me, Y/N? I’ve made every effort to be your friend, to be your anything and you keep ignoring me.” 

“When the hell did I ignore you?” 

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. Every time I walk up to a group you’re standing in, you walk away.” 

“That’s not intentional, I-” 

“I sent you everything on your wishlist for your classroom. For your students, because you wanted it really badly.” 

“And I appreciate that, I really do and-” 

“You didn’t even stop by to thank me. I’ve been picking up Megumi everyday waiting for you to come out.” 

“Thank you. Really, it’s made such a big difference and I’ve-” 

“Why don't you want to be friends with me?” 

You can feel the anger, the tension, the goddamn jumbled mess of feelings this idiot makes you feel bubbling out of your mouth as you start screaming at him, at the goddamn idiocy falling out of his mouth right now. 

“That's just the fucking problem. I don't want to be friends with you because I want to be more. You should take it as a compliment that I went out of my way to talk to everyone here but you. That I like you so much that I can’t stand to even be near you without telling you.” 

You can see the shock spread across his face as you keep rambling, the words stringing out of your mouth. 

“I don’t not talk to you on purpose. But every time I look at you, I can’t say anything to your face. You-you’re just-” 

“Just what?” 

“You make me so happy it’s ridiculous. You could smile at me and I’d be on the floor, giggling in my bed like I’m a twelve year old. You’re- your banter leaves me blushing, your smile makes my heart beat so fast, and you make me so happy that it makes me sad I can’t have you. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you for the literal second time now so can I please just leave before you humiliate me some more?"  

You can feel your chest heaving, a very wide eyed Gojo staring back at you with a smile on his face. You make your move to run past him, to literally avoid this guy for the rest of your life, but he grabs onto your wrist, pulling you back so you’re leaning into his chest. 

"Leave me alone. I'll probably just go die alone at home with my cats now."

“It's my turn to talk now.” he says, his voice low.

“What?” 

“It's my turn to talk. You’ve gotten to ramble about how you feel twice and you have yet to let me do it even once.” he deadpans, cupping your face in the side of his hand. 

You nod, your cheek searing from his warm hand on your skin. 

“You think I’m gorgeous. But I think you’re irresistible.” 

“Huh?” 

“You. are. irresistible. Every time I see you, every time I even hear about you, it makes my heart bloom in my chest. Remember that smiley face you put in the email about Megumi’s grades? I literally had to bite down on my hand to avoid fucking screaming about the entire thing. That one time you smiled at me from across the hall when I went to pick Tsumiki up from her class? I was on the fucking floor.” 

He brings his other hand up, securing it around your neck to angle your face up. His eyes are burning with something you can’t place and it’s making your stomach swarm with an array of butterflies. 

“And the first night I met you. Your little grumpy face with your hands curled around two bottles of beer. Giggling with Shoko and Nanami, laughing so hard you were crying. You are so, so goddamn cute, so fucking beautiful that I just had to walk over. To have your eyes looking in mine, even if it was just once.” 

He leans down, pressing his lips against yours, as you nearly melt into his arms, losing the agency you had over your footing. He must sense it because he immediately brings his hands down, lifting you up from your waist so you’re even closer to his mouth, his lips deepening the kiss. He breaks apart, whispering against your mouth.

“I’d like to meet your cats.” 

“What cats?” 

“You literally just said you were going to do die at home alone with your cats."

"Oh. Right. I live alone, that was kind of just an expression."

"S'okay. You've always had a flair for the dramatics."

--

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[grunge-princess-nymph]

🩷❤️‍🔥 Rock n roll is here to stay ❤️‍🔥🩷 ~ Smut

🩷 I knew that this was sudden, but I just really like the stories from @dearest-painter so much much.

Especially with that cliffhanger on that one with Lewis Legend. Might even make some kind of drawing of the pair.

Pairing: Yandere Lewis Legend x Starling!Fem!Nurse!Reader

Genre: Romance

Warning: Sexual Content, Sexual Activities

Fandom: Lollipop Chainsaw Repop

Summary: You recalled some memories of when you first became a zombie while having a one night stand with the one zombie who turn you into this.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing a smut story. So, I hoped you like it and let me know if I made any mistakes.

...Somewhere in Rotton World....

Just outside of a bedroom door in a broken down motel building, there were sounds of creaking and voices of heavy rough breathing that belongs to a man & a woman.

Inside, the entire room was a mess with a small pile of clothing on the floor, as well as a worn-out bra on top of a spread out leather jacket covering a pink outfit.

"AHHHH, GOD!.....OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!!....Lewis....!"

On the bed, you were hanging onto the bedsheets as you whimpered as the zombie lord of rock n roll was taking you from behind as both of your decaying skins were touching each other with every thrust.

Underneath the covers, you could feel your ass being filled with your lover's cock as if he was splitting your insides apart as he came deeper and deeper inside you.

Your breast were being squeezed together by his bare hands with two fingers pinching the nibbles causing your face blushed, into the same shade of red on the handprint on your right cheek of your butt from where he gives you one of those spanking sessions with the hand before getting started, just to remind you whose in charge on the bed.

"That's right, babe! Keeps screaming for me!" He said, smirking in pleasure. "That just keep turning me on every time!"

You both were in a dog & cat like position with him on top and you underneath him with your back pressing up against his masculine chest.

You bite down onto the pillow as you were holding on for dear life as you could feel the excitement rushing through you.

In your head, you were praying his cock doesn't get stuck inside you as the walls feel like they were putting on a fiest gripped around it, not wanting to release it.

"....I bet that prick you use to hang with doesn't make you feel as good as this, does he....?" Lewis laughed as he feels himself getting hard inside you.

Hearing that put you into alot of thoughts as you get reminded of the day you became what you are today.

You remember the time on that hospital bed where you had that "first time" after your sister got killed, only that one night stand wasn't that rowdy. Though, that doesn't change the fact that he can be a real animal in bed...

Apparently, you discovered that the zombie infection can be transfer to you through sleeping with a zombie or another person that is already infected. You would've known about that as both a nurse & zombie hunter, but in this case, it was with a dark purveyor. And you didn't know how the infection works with them.

At first, it started off with how a normal one goes with the skin declaration almost matching his, your blonde hair going into a much darker shade, your eyes changing a different color, and your heart stops beating.

But unnaturally, it cause you to have a complete different personality with your real one. It was more like a sexual personality. You've became more flirtatious & cunning, and behaved similar to either a slut or a whore. It's like you were in infected with a virus that contains a powerful hunger of lust for your new boyfriend.

Few years later, you were containing those same true romantic feelings for him in your new life in the world of zombies....

....And you were enjoying his love with every passing minute.

"...OH, MY....! ....IT'S SO BIG....! .....LEWIS.....PLEASE....DON'T STOP....!!!" You exclaimed as you arch back.

"Keep screaming for me, honey!" Lewis replied. "I don't plan on stopping anytime soon!"

You're inner slut was taking full control of you as your eyes glow in a bright shade of pink while in a dwelling mess. You were intentionally spreading out your legs to allow more access for what's to come inside. As you both were reaching the climax, you can feel your own hair getting tangled in the strings of his as you could feel his breath close to your neck.

The last time you both had done this before, it was you on top of him bouncing on his cock, his big, strong, & enormous cock. Something that your deceased ex boyfriend didn't had. Now, it was his turn this time, and you were praying that he doesn't tear you apart.

"Get ready, hun...I'm about to make you feel something much more greater than heaven itself..."

Before you knew it, he had pushed his entire dick far up inside your womanhood causing you scream out in pleasure as your walls were slammed opened as he released his cum splatting against them from the inside.

You were no longer brave, sweet, innocent, little angel anymore. Now, you were zombie, and Lewis was the demon who stole your wings.

A few hours after fuckin with each other, you both were now laying under the covers taking in some smoke as you were resting your head on his biceps and the music still playing the song, "Fatel Charm".

"That was one of the most intense fun time I ever had..." You said feeling lightheaded.

"...Wonder if you can top that for the next time, babe!" Said Lewis smirking down at you.

....The least you can say out of all that, you had one hell of a night.

[swimmingclass1978]

About me (it pretty late but what ever) :

- so my name is Ariel / Ane 😃

-im a minor if i ever follow your page and you have some nsfw content then dw it was either an accident or i followed you bc of some regular looking post

-your honor im just a silly guy when it comes to the ghostface mask on women (or particualarly hot men)

-im so desperate for a girlfriend its not even funny

-loyal to one mutal and the other one is low key just there lol

- james/remus/barty kinnes im waiting please notice me

-this is basically a call for help lol

-a hellenic pagan but its new so let me be, no convering christians allowed

-Lady Hecate devotee❤️

-slytherin/ravenclaw but if i like you then im giving kinda griffindor energy? Tho i get tired easily and my social battery is lasting max of an hour, in the end of the day im a slytherin bro all the creepy shit i know is proving it

-I'm fine with any pronouns really but mostly he/she, they is also great but she has a special place in my heart even tho i hate it sometimes and he makes me want to scream and giggle

-so im a girl kisser and ace but i don't think i would date amab people. Its nothing personal just my preference but it also depends. (Idk why i put it here its kind of personal need for me to say)

-my favourite colour is green, but like deep green or like dead green not neon green and i also love deep red and black OH AND PURPLE BECAUSE I SAW A DORCAS FANART IN PURPLR AND OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

-im a yapper here but irl i don't talk much

-i love love LOVE true crime, canibalism and necrophilia like if you ever gonna ask me how bodies decompose and then listen to me yap im gonna marry you without questions, with the respect to all the victims and their close ones. no one should have been harmed,

-my natice language is polish but i also speak english tho its not as good as i wish it would be. Im also learning spanish (DO NOT ASK ME ANYTHING IN SPANISH ITS SHIT) and im learning latin on duolingo (i blame donna tartt). I also took german for 2 years (can count to three) and japanise for a year (can onlu introduce myself)

-im obsessed with collecting little animal figures/plushies and giving them names????

-i love reading and all the crafty things like painting, drawing and diy and id love to learn book binding one day even if my printer doesn't agree with me (update: i've binded my own fic it went at least bad)

-im also a poet and a writer so i suffer from creativity more times then id like to but i unfortunatelly love it all too much 😔 i don't publish my poems bc i fear they are not very good but i wish to be a published book author one day

-if you are a hater or use any of these tags: anti <character/ship name> or pro <character/ship name> or you are a canon fanatic who can't stand people having fun then dni bcz i dont want any of your toxic bs on my blog or in my dms/asks thank you very much

- if you want to share you homo/transphobic bs then get out and never come back

-adhd

-im a sucker for good no voldy hogwarts jegulus aus tbh, amd anything that contains slytherin skittles or black brothers/sisters, i love them

-i'm an attention seeking whore when it comes to comments under my ao3 fics im not joking when i say this

-classic literature enthusiastist and Balladyna lover literalnie to moja zona wdym ze ona nie zyje? Zyje w moim sercu

-i hate waking up but i love staying up all night we exist

- jestem na humanie i imo to widać, bo ostatnio zapomniałam jak obsługuje się pierwiastki. Nie wiem też co autor miał na myśli więc chyba jestem w piździe everybody

-DMS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT TO BE FRIENDS OR TALK LOL

Fandoms:

-marauders - ao3 hates to see me coming

- percy jackson

-greek mythology

-twilight

-good omens, i love them but considering things that have been happening then i dont think we will be getting seson 3 anytime soon :((( (update: nail count your fucking days and pray i won't finf out where you live)

-the poppy war thrilogy (started reading age 9 and kinda reggret it but happily it didn't caused me as much of my mental health as i thought) (dont repeat my mistake tho) (i'm weird now)

- bsd but i cant remember all the names yet I know whats going on so its fine

-TPN in every daydreaming sesion i gotta do an au someone as the main 3 its an addiction to amgst at this point. Also im making a petition on recreating season 2 so it will follow the manga

-The secret history and dps my friends hate me in atumn because of those two

-LAPVONE I LOVE IT

-low key papierz polak aż trudno uwierzyć, że polski fandom się nie poddał po 2021

-WIELKI PROSTRACJA BELIVER JAKBY PROSZE WAS GŁOSOWAŁABYM NA NIĄ W WYBORACH PREZYDECKICH 🧍🗣

FAVE MUSIC ARTISTS/BANDS: Mitski, Dawid Podsiadło, Radiohead, Gigi Perez, billie eilish, tv girl, i fear that a bit tyler the creator and chldlish gambino since its winter again (i only listen to him in winter???), the hazbin hotel soumdtrack....?, CZAPEL ROAWR 🗣🗣🗣🦅🦅🦅🦖🦖🦖

FAVE FILMS/BOOKS/BOOK SERIES': Dead Poets Society (book and the movie), 10 things i hate about you, Chłopi (movie and the book), song of the achilles, illiad, lapvona, seven hisbands of evelyn hugo, balladyna kochana moja, prolly more idk its late now,

FAVE CELEBRITIES: Timothy Chalalamele, ATJ, maciej have to, doda, anne hatherway(?), gosia (matka z rodzinki.pl), chapel roar, jezu no nie wiem ethan i andy,

HOBBY: drawing, painting, reading, writing, crocheting, diy, watching edits, baking & cooking, listening to podcast, thrifting, collrcting random items, talking to myself, reading fanfiction and probably more but i forgot, cóż mogę rzec, no człowiek wielu talentów

Current body count: seven kids in my basement, three burried in my garden (i do not have a garden)

I can be very funny believe me ��🙏🙏

Im also a charlie kirk hater and a feminist full of hatered (i will judge)

I do not know math but my esseys and creative writing works are amazing (at least i've heard) (from my mama 😃)

Kins: Regulus; Sirius low key but its pretty minor (i wanna be him); Pandora; sometimes Barty?; dorcas AND marlene (i dunno how bro it just happened) (pick your favourite gay)

Im happily married to jegulus twilight au with reg as bella that got abandoned in february 2024 (UPDATE: one chapter was added a month ago we are so back) and to a demon james/human regulus au that is still ongoing but id let it tear me appart and i would apologise to the author( im talking about The Devil Tastes Devine by TheBiButterfly on ao3 (it has me in a chokehold tbh)) and to OTB by @solmussa (hi *shy*)

Ships: jeggy, wolfstar, dorlene, pandlily, marlily, emmary, rosekiller, bartylus, pancas, marylane, lilylane, any marauder lesbians, nobleflower, quillkiller, teddromeda, poppy x minnie (i forgot their ship name), evanreg, jarty, kinda rosekiller + lily, rosestarkillerchaser(any variant of them really), moonwater, percybeth(is that their ship name?), solangelo, (shin)soukoku, any legal lesbian ship thb, i also liked jily in the past but the toxic shippers ruined it for me :( i still love her tho thats my wifey

My ao3 fanfic:

there is a light, i feel it in me: COMPLETE, black brothers angst, jegulus, wolfstar +more, trauma healing, angst/fluff, everything pandora and barty are doing is great i do not make the rules

there is no time; we are all gonna die: black cousins angst, Narcissa Black Centric, no beta we die like the blacks, hurt/no comfort, basically idgaf if you dont like the characterisation im just being realistic

The Sun and It's Star: JEGULUS TWILIGHT AU (its back), Regulus + Black Sisters + Nymphadora are wizards/witches, James is a vampire, not so twilight but its twilight?(you'll read, you'll find out), black brothers angst, trans regulus black, Wallys A+ parenting style, disabled Regulus Black,

Face reveal (bros gonna be blinded by the face card frfr):

Im also a proud owner of this justin biber ahh haircut I thought it was a wonderfull idea few months back and i do feel the best in my skin i've ever felt since my dysphoria went almost 2lvl down but no one want to talk to me at school now i think its not very nice of them tbh im a great person sometimes

Thats all lol have a good time or whatever

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

content warning for grooming and incest

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i think my older brother was grooming me when i was younger

i apparently am not knowledgable about what grooming is, because ive described traumatic situations regarding other toxic/abusive people in my life without thinking they were groomers but the people ive been talking to about it told me that it was all grooming behavior, like showing me porn (sometimes literal csem) when they knew how young i was and telling me that i was special or something along those lines.

so about my older brother, there was definitely emotional incest happening but i dont know if thats the same thing as grooming. i remember him being really attached to me in a way that made me incredibly uncomfortable. my family in general has a codependency issue and i grew up thinking that feeling suffocated by them was symptomatic of my selfishness so i dismissed my feelings as just me being selfish.

my older brother dumped his emotional problems on me (we have a 5 yr age gap jsyk) and told me that i was the only person in the family that he could trust. i dont want to say "i took care of him" but i always protected him from my abusive father and i was afraid of making my brother upset in some way. not necessarily because i was "afraid" of him but because he pressured me to, with all the trauma dumping and stuff he was doing and telling me i was the only person he could rely on. so like id do his chores for him when he slept in or id cover his tracks whenever he did something stupid. all of this had my father call us twins and he compared our relationship to a married couple on tv.... it made me feel sick to say the least.

skip forward a few years and my brother started to fucking stalk me. i entered high school by the time he graduated and i guess because he couldnt watch me in person he resorted to texting people from my school on instagram and he asked them about me. btw he was creepy with them too, one of them was a friend of mine and you can guess what happened to our friendship. not only did he do this but he randomly accused me of whoring around and texting boys instead of texting *him* like i was cheating or something. and when he did that i was furious but i was like "omg i would never ignore you i promise im not talking to boys..." just so he could shut up. he continued accusing me of this btw and it made me feel disgusting.

i also have these other memories... theres the times he asked me to move in with him (keeping in mind his obsessive behavior towards me) and theres this other time he showed me a song he wrote with his friend that mentioned how good of a sister i was or whatever. i also have this random memory of him getting mad at me because i didnt want to sit on his lap.

writing all of this was triggering but its been on my mind. if youre curious about our relationship now i practically cut him off. i committed the crime of calling out his toxic behavior and ever since then hes been aggressive towards me and talking constant shit about me to his equally as disgusting wife. hes always been obsessed with me and behaving in strange ways but i wonder if it was more than emotional incest... like grooming. what he'd groom me for i dont know but its like he wanted to be the only boy in my life, like he wanted to be my boyfriend. for a very long time i thought i was being selfish for finding him uncomfortable but now that im a little older and able to articulate my feelings better he was and still is a clearly abusive person. btw if any of this sounds familiar its because i sent anons to agirldying before, im just summarizing all of this again and adding new info so i can give valid reasons for why i believe he might have been grooming me since i was 10 to age 16.

Hi 💔,

I'm (again) so sorry about what you've been going through.

I'm honestly not too sure where the line is between grooming and emotional incest but I can definitely see how there could be some overlap, or how emotional incest could be a foot in the door to grooming, or vice versa. I know a lot of people tend to think that grooming can only be done by adults, I know even just by experience that kids can do it too, though unfortunately there's very little out there explaining it in that context.

Although it's about adult relationships, I still found this article that April wrote helpful in context of my COCSA, so I'm wondering if this could be helpful for you as well. It essentially spells out each step of grooming: targeting the victim, gaining trust, filling a need, isolation, abuse, and maintaining the relationship. You may be able to identify how your experience aligns with that structure.

I also just want to say, you don't have to explain yourself, you know? This string of traumatic experiences are distressing for you, and while it's perfectly okay to talk about it as much as you want, I think it's also important to acknowledge how much space you're allowing your trauma to take up. You don't have to prove anything to anyone. We believe you, no matter how much or how little you explain what happened.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Worth my Weight in Gold-9

Bunny's Baby

They make camp near Bunny Boswell who has an interesting suggestion for the two adults.

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They'd just made camp near Bunnys Vardo at sundown. Aberama and Gypsy were busy preparing the camp for the night. Gypsy now helping to tend to two camps since the baby had just been born a few days ago. 

The girls were content to play and coo over the baby.

She desperately wanted to hold the little baby girl. She had a man and three girls of her own to care for and her older sister.

“When are you going to have a baby for us? I want a girl.” Nan smiled up at her taking a break from holding the baby's tiny little fingers. Seh had been so gentle.

 Bunny and Gypsy laughed.They both exchanged looks, the dark haired sister blushing furiously.  

“Like she’s ordering dinner.” Bunny mussed. She was enjoying the break while her nieces played with the newborn like it was a doll.

“It doesn't work like that hunny. It’ll happen when the timing is right. We also don't get to pick if it's a girl or boy.” Gypsy ruffled Nan’s hair affectionately.  The campfire was roaring now and she had a pot of veggies going. Hopefully Abe will be back soon with some meat. Bunny needed the protein for her and the baby. 

“Boys are gross, they pee on everything and smell stinky.” Esme added to the conversation. Bunny and Gypsy laughed, shaking their heads, as she only knew that in a few years her opinion would change drastically. 

“Umm excuse me? How many boys are you friends with? Should I talk to your dad? You seem to know a lot about boys?” Gypsy teased her daughter. Things were settling down for them all now that they were away from the Gold camp.

“We’ll I’m going to marry a Shelby boy and be rich.” She proudly proclaimed. She seemed very resolute in her claim.

“Oh, there is more to life than money.” The raven haired women added. She didn't need Esmeralda and Nan getting snooty. Their father dressed them all well and took very good care of everything and every possession he had. They weren’t dirt poor by any means. 

“It helps though.” Bunny mused  while bending down to cradle her baby. It was dinner time for at least the smallest Boswell. 

“So what happened with you know who…?” Bunny trailed off making eye contact with her sister. She’d only gotten a little bit of knowledge about Abe’s ex wife when she’d stopped by the camp. It was enough to peak her curiosity. 

“She said I would have problems conceiving. Probably not a good conversion right now Bun.” She nodded to the three little girls who were pretending not to listen. They could still hear though. 

“ She said that to you!? She cursed your womb…..I hope she gets the clap.” Bunny shot off loudly. The girls looked around confused. Gypsy signed and glared at her sister. She knew it was coming now. 

“ Bunny no! We don't talk about things like that infront of small ears and big mouths.”

“ What's the clap?” Esme asked, her voice echoing off the tree line. Gypsy rolled her eyes to her sister and placed her hands on her hips. 

“ It's a whores disease. “ Aberama said, walking off from a dark path leading away from the river. He was also glaring at Bunny. 

He’d dropped the wood he’d collected near the fire. Gypsy had been pleasantly surprised when he dropped not one but two hedgehogs into his hands.  It was getting into late spring so they stopped hibernating. They were also her favorite.  

She smiled at him and Bunny had caught it when he’d winked at his wife. She could see how affectionate they were with one another. 

The women dropped their voices but she knew he overheard snippets of their conversation. 

“ So nothing yet, he has 3 girls gypsy. Give him a boy Gyps. That'll show her.” Bunny’s soft suggestion pulled at her heart. She’d been trying. Honestly she’d always wanted a boy. 

“ What do you think we've been trying to do?” She gently challenged her blonde sister. 

“ Why don't I stay with the girls tonight? You two go off by the stream and….you know.” Bunny’s voice dropped to a low suggestive purr. 

A red crimson flush raced across the raven haired beauty's face. She liked the thought. 

“It'll be too much on you with all the kids. I can’t.” She was worried about Bunny even though the women bred like a rabbit. What if something did happen? 

“ I'm okay. I promise.” Her sister winked and tossed her head toward the creek. 

Gypsy turned and looked at Abe.  He was bent over correcting her fire. She liked that view too. 

“ If you insist.” They giggled in league with the plan. Aberama chose that moment to turn and exchange a concerned look with both ladies.  They were planning something and he knew it had to do with him too. 

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[riddlesmoon]

i just. suddenly remembered. some of my old ocs. this group of ocs i called elementals cuz i made them when i was 13 based off the different elements. and i would just stick them in every media franchise i got into because i was unoriginal. i kinda forgot about them since i got into yume'ing but i just suddenly remembered and was like what if they were in DOL

so i guess im just gonna ramble. for myself

the elements i use are air/earth, fire/light, and water/darkness. i dont wanna hear it i made them when i was 13 okay. so theyre each a pair of siblings. this is because i really liked mahoushoujo winx club shit back then so i was like yes lets make a full magical girl sister squad. then i became Woke and was like oh diversity so i stopped having them all be sisters so they could be different races. and gender'd them up. idk. 13yo me never heard of found family i guess (this may be a consequence of growing up lonely but no one really knows!)

anyway lets just go through each pair

AIR/EARTH

actually these two are not related by blood. the original idea was that Air is the oldest of the group of 6 and Earth is the youngest, and Air takes care of Earth after finding her out on the streets or whatever. except she is supposed to be kind of dumb and literally airheaded, or just... loses control easily (think tornados) so shes not very good at taking care of a kid... but she cares! not gonna lie... ive actually forgotten what i named her... Pearl. i dont know why i chose that. i still dont think its great but whatever. anyway, in DOL she'd probably be a harpy tf... though how does she get it at all... ideally i thought she'd actually be a harpy/a hawk but i dont want to overwrite the existing great hawk... ohh lol what if shes an offspring since GH has pregnancy content. btw we're gonna ignore the existence of a PC for now. but shit i also wanted her to be old. GH's MOM??? we'll come back to this.

and then Earth... Terra (very unoriginal ik) would probably be... i want to say raised by the wolves but i wanted to give Fire a wolf tf... what about fox tf...? idk i havent really decided i just want her to be wild and probably live in the forest. maybe actually part wolf?

WATER/DARKNESS

Aqua is cat tf. although, now that i think about it, something something cow tf something milk something liquid. but cat kinda stereotypically fits her. shes kind of a party girl who knows shes pretty and uses it to get her places. she has some issues, yeah. also genderfluid(haha) and very open to crossdressing and all that. shes def working at the brothel as a dancer.

her twin Luna isnt as flashy and prefers to stay in the shadows. and also, i did say the ocs started as mahoushoujo, so usually Luna has prophetic powers. not sure how much magic i wanna give them here but i like to think they play cards with Wren and it gives them an edge. also agender

ALSO Aqua is obsessed with the Ivory Wraith 💯

FIRE/LIGHT

okay so... i made these ocs in 2013, and yk... frozen came out then... so the original concept was, uh. Aiden accidentally set their house on fire and his twin Candidus did a "watch out!" move a la Elsa and hit him with a beam of light, blinding him. and then Candidus died 👍 but she becomes a ghost and "haunts" Aiden

soooo hm. maybe that orphans them? and im torn between having Candidus being a hallucination only Aiden can see or an "angel" everyone can see but shes like, not tangible.

anyway Aiden is a hotheaded mf who is ready to fight anything and everyone. doggg tf. maybe with demon...? unsure. would be a hilarious contrast with Candidus tho. like Aqua he knows hes hot(haha) but isnt as happy about getting attention for it. he'll act like its all according to keikaku but inside he wishes he could beat you up. half the time he does. if Aqua reacts by acting submissive (and coy) Aiden would start punching. hed call Aqua a whore while theyre both getting ready for a show or something. if he even worked there...

uhhhhhh. yeap. i should probably actually play dol again and see what the new stuff about the church is. im not religious at all so any angel motifs on Candidus are so made up lol. and also theres pirates(???) in the ocean? idk

also theyre supposed to be dysfunctional. the (homestuck influenced) "mirror versions" of the group are ages flipped where Terra is a much more capable of handling a volatile Pearl, Aiden doesnt have to grow up so fast (and ideally Candidus is still alive lol), and Aqua and Luna... er. i dont know actually they have the least issues of the group anyway.

yaaaaaay omg i actually made this bc i wanted to think about how theyd interact with the game npcs. Aiden/Candidus are school age and Aiden for sure fights Whitney (or maybe he is part of Whitneys gang?? idk...), thinks Kylars shit, Sydney prays for him bc poor guy lost his sister etc. Aqua and Luna are out of school, Pearl is also older (30s...?) and Terra. er. for legal purposes she has to be 18 right. which sounds kind of stupid theres no way rapechestershire gives a fuck about the age of consent since they dont give a fuck about consent. but honestly it still fits because i originally made Aiden/Candidus follow my age, so by now Terra absolutely should be 18. not a big deal anw i dont think she encounters the majority of townsfo—THE PLANTPEOPLE. hm. thonking. (about making her a plantperson. idk)

also wat if they were like the LIs and could be genderswapped. hmmm! ok whatever

also this is separate from my yume self ins who actually is a PC

[weewookinard]

"Tommy stops it!"

"Why babe, not liking what you see?"

"You're behind me you dork, I can't see you." Evan chuckles, trying to leave his boyfriend's embrace while he continues to cut apples.

He didn't notice Tommy taking off his shirt but can feel the warmth of his skin against his back. One of Tommy's hands is below his shirt and the other one is playing with the belt of his jeans.

"Come on babe, let me take care of you while you take care of me..." Tommy's voice is deep, full of lust, and for a moment Evan actually thinks about it. Tommy might sense it because he undoes the belt and starts to caress Evan's bulge, his hand between his jeans and boxer briefs. The contact is so good and Evan's body clearly loves what's happening.

"Tommy..." The sound is pleading, a moan accompanied with a movement of his hips. But then his mind comes back to reality and he gives a pat on Tommy's wrist, ousting the man. "No! Back off you whore, I'm baking! I need to get this done before Maddie and Jee arrive!"

Tommy's laugh makes him shiver, his breath so close to his ear, hot on his skin. "They're coming tonight babe! We have time..." His teeth sink into Evan's neck, flesh so tender and Evan moans again, melting with the touch... Before his senses come back again, laughing, pushing his boyfriend.

"Back off you horny beast! If we start now we will soil the kitchen and I'm not cooking on a counter full of come for my sister and her family!"

The idea makes Tommy freeze and he backs off, hands in the air as a sign of surrender, a smirk on his face. "Okay, no sex in the kitchen ever, I get it. Won't happen again, I swear."

Evan's face frowns suddenly as the words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'ever'?"

Tommy's smirk grows, a shit smile on his face, content of what he is doing. "Like, forever. Don't want to mess with your kitchen babe-"

"No, fuck off!" Evan's face is wearing a mask of false anger and Tommy cannot do a thing but laugh while he avoids the small quarter of apple Evan throws at him. "I swear Kinard, if you don't fuck me in this kitchen ever again you'll never be able to fuck me, period."

"Too bad really..." Tommy's mocking voice is full of love and laughter and Evan cannot resist the urge to kiss him. A sloppy, hot kiss that doesn't help with the situation his boyfriend caused in his pants. A situation Tommy is fully aware of. "Maybe we can fuck for the last time then? I want to say goodbye to this marvelous body of yours."

It makes Evan smile against his lips. "Go wait for me in the bedroom while I finish cutting my apples, and I'll show you what you'll miss once we're done."

Tommy is too happy to oblige.

(also on AO3, please send me some love there, i'm miserable)

Anyways now that i finished ranting...

I had a thought, if like Buck and Tommy were cooking... would they be the type to just chatter and cook. Or maybe cook while dancing and singing to the music they put on? Or maybe is there another option?

Any other ideas are welcomed in my comment section.

And if anyone see's this and want to make a fic out of it, feel free to do so! Just give me a link, because i need something to distract me from the upcoming holidays lol

[dehnali]

me waiting to see scarykate and trashley perform at the same gig tonight

[sunflowerharrington]

i wrote this as soon as i saw the post, i only had ten minutes to spare so it might be super bad. please excuse any grammar, punctuation or spelling mistakes if there is any

You’ve Never Been To Heaven, Have You?

pairing - platonic steve harrington x afab!reader, billy hargrove x afab!reader

summary - the post above by @straksverliefd 💕

some content warnings - oral sex (female receiving), name calling, steve and billy don’t have a rivalry

notes - i had this ALL TYPED OUT AND MY CONNECTION WENT SO I HAD TO STARY AGAIN IT WAS SO GOOD THE FIRST TIME SND NOW ITS JUST MEDIOCRE HELP

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The room began to spin as he lifted you up onto the counter, your wetness soaking the surface beneath you, his lips back on your neck all in one swift motion.

Steve pressed his ear to the kitchen door that had been shut, hearing your high pitched moans, and assuming you were in trouble he swung the door open and stepped into the room. But oh boy, he was so wrong.

“Fuck- Billy, fuck! Oh my god, fuck!” You screamed, your eyes squeezing shut as you approached your third orgasm of the night, the broad strips Billy takes at your pulsing core only broken by the sinful words he speaks to you.

Steve frowned as he watched, his feelings had been growing for you ever since you took El under your wing as your little sister, so seeing you a mess on his kitchen counter with another man’s head between your legs ignited a fire in his stomach.

“Looks like we have a guest,” Billy chuckled under his breath, his eyes locking with Steve’s as he licked one more strip up your folds, circling your clit painfully slowly with his tongue. “Hey, pretty boy. Wanna watch? I can give you some tips so you’ll actually get a bitch instead of pining over Nancy Wheeler for the rest of your pathetic little life.”

Steve contemplated for a moment, before slowly walking towards you and Billy, a tent forming in his jeans as he did so. Billy gestured for him to take a seat next to you on the counter, and so he did, kneading his fingers together in anticipation.

Your frazzled mind couldn’t comprehend the next words to leave Billy’s plush lips, too far gone, but something like; “So, first you gotta make sure she’s nice and wet. And look at that,” he said, pointing to your soaking folds. “She’s all ready. Just one look from me and her knees were already giving up on her.”

Steve nodded, his firm body of excitement taking space beside you, lifting your weak hands into his. Billy hummed, vibrating against your swollen clit, causing you to fly off the edge.

Steve watched wide-eyed as your face contorted in pure bliss, and he couldn’t help but begin to palm himself through his jeans.

“You like that? Such a dirty whore getting off while your best friend watches you,” Billy whispers in your ear, grazing your love between his teeth, one hand on the counter, knuckles white, and the other gripping Steve’s thigh.

“Wanna join, princess?” He asks, looking at Steve beneath his long, curly eyelashes, his stare full of pure lust. “I’m sure she wants you. Do you want Steve, darling?”

With a newfound confidence, Steve jumped off the counter and dropped to his knees in front of you as you nodded, wanting nothing more than a tongue inside you fucking you dumb.

Whether it was Steve’s or Billy’s, you didn’t really care.

“Wait,” Billy said sternly, lacing his fingers through Steve’s soft hair, gripping it and pulling him back. “Words, baby. We need verbal consent before we continue. Do you want Steve?”

“Yes!” You cried out, grabbing Steve’s head with your own hands, pushing his pretty face against your pussy as Billy let go.

“Now what do I do?” Steve asked, looking up at Billy, who just laughed.

“You seriously don’t know how to give head? I have so much to teach you, pretty boy. All of the ways to make my bitch fall apart within seconds.”

Your spine curled as Steve prodded at your entrance with the tip of his index finger, a moan escaping your lips. As Steve’s finger slipped inside, Billy grabbed both of your legs and spread them as wide as they could go, giving Steve more access to you.

“Don’t give her everything just yet, Harrington. She’s so pretty when she begs,” Billy stated, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that right, babydoll?”

You nodded, wincing slightly as Steve licked one strip up your sensitive, swollen pussy, and he smirked at your actions. Your moans filled the room as his fingers thrust in and out of you, until they slipped out fully, leaving you pulsing around nothing and wanting more. Then you felt his tongue licking small strips between your folds, circling your clit, and nothing. Not even a hint of pleasure.

“I don’t think I’m doing it right,” Steve sighed, standing up. “I normally don’t give up on things but I think she’s gotten so used to how you please her that there’s no way I’ll make her come.”

“I think you’re right, Harrington. But also, never give up, yeah? And stop going after Nancy, she’s with that freak Jonlathan Byers. If girls aren’t doing the trick, I know a guy…”

“I’m good,” Steve replied, and with that, he left the room. “And stop fucking in my kitchen, please. Just because we’re technically roommates, Y/N, doesn’t mean you get to fuck every guy in Hawkins in our kitchen.”

Billy snickered from beside you, curling his arm around your waist. “With an attitude like that it’s gonna make her want to fuck guys all over your goddamn house. Maybe even in your bed. So if I were you I’d shut up and let her do what she wants.”

The kitchen door slammed shut, and Billy’s hand was already slowly creeping back up your leg, his lips attacking your neck with loving kisses, his fingers pushing past your entrance and into your blissful core.

He wanted you to be his, and only his. Even though he tried to play ‘teacher’ for the evening, he would never let another man touch you. Ever again.

“Now, let me worship you the correct way, doll.”

[gotpineapple]

Under his mane (Part 8) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

This post contains NSFW content! Minors DNI

 When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.

 Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.

 Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.

 But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when he’d pull away.  

 But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.

 ”Tywin”, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. ”I am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years ago”, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.

 ”You taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasure”, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. ”Oh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl ”, she almost begged.

 Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: ”Then be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bed”

 ***

15 years ago in Casterly Rock

 There were many things Y/n Baratheon had been called.

”The tainted lady”

”The Prey among the beasts”

”Lannisters whore”

 All of those names left a mark on the Gentle Lady’s back. It was like all of the words where lashes of a whip.

 But even as the lashes fell, she continued to smile. She visited the orphans of Casterly Rock, visited the elderly people, spend time with the maids of the garden and smiled as she helped them to plant seed into the fresh spring soil.

She became the lady the Rock desperately wished to have after the loss of their lovely Joanna.

 Her mind was not something to be soothed. She felt guilt. Whenever she looked at Tywin Lannister, all she could do was feel deep unrelenting guilt. She was a tainted name under his protection.

 She was a pest sown into his keep. What could she do to return the favour of all he had done? She had nothing to offer, as a third child and only daughter of his long gone friend. The only sister of the King who at some point lost his care and decided to abandon his sister to chase a winter rose.

 She has Stannis in King’s Landing and Renly in the Reach. Both who could not help her give Tywin anything he already didn’t have.

She was a girl of 21 summers. Young woman who was never to know the love of a husband. Never to know the feeling of a babe of her own in her arms. She was forever the tainted lady.

 Talking with Tyrion did not help. He himself was an excile in his own family and his thoughts on favours were heavily changed by his only way of getting affection: whorehouses.

 Many times she had to ask for him to cease his talking of such things, for they only made her uncomfortable. But somewhere in the depth of his speeches, she found an desperate idea.

 If the people were to call the Tywin’s whore, why shouldn’t she return his help with her own favour? She knew naught of intimacy. She knew naught of love making. But she was desperate to not live as a leech for the rest of her days.

 ***

The sun was already down when Y/n readied herself. Putting on a flowy lavender gown, nothing too revealing but more intimate none the less. Dapping some rose oil to her neck and wrists, she took a deep breath. She was afraid to face the pain again. The hurt, the taunting, the humiliation.

 She knew it wasn’t like that for everyone but how could she expect to be treated as a lover when she was offering herself like this?

 Timidly she smiled at her guard as the started the long painful walk towards the Lord’s chamber. All her life she had been a good girl. She had been kind and gentle, a little too curious, honest and well-read for a lady many septas would say, but she was never a lady someone would be ashamed of.

 But the thoughts ringing in her head as she walked in the light corridors, were only rooted in her shame of what she had become.

***

Arriving at Tywin’s door she asked the guards to announce her. She had been in his study many times prior and the guards did not seem at all phased to see her.

 ”Lady Baratheon”

The guard announces as he opens the door for her and lets her in while remaining rooted outside as he had been taught.

 ”My lord”, she speaks smiling as she walks to take a seat across from the Great Lion himself, at his desk.

 ”What ails you my lady?”, Tywin asks her without missing a beat. Dropping down his quil he leans back on his seat to take a look at the woman before him. She looked all but ready to go to bed in her soft thin gown, body bare of any jewellery.

 She would never visit him this late, never, unless there was something deeply ailing her already troubled head.

 ”I have come to make you a-an offer my lord”, she says never taking her eyes off of his hands, not daring to raise her chin and look into his eyes. Tywin could see from his seat that the woman was shaking. Even in the dim light one could see how her whole posture screamed distress.

 ”Go on”, he encourages, having no idea what this offer could entail. They had had no business regarding Storm’s end. It was something they usually discussed before he took it to the King. Be it a scandal but Tywin knew Y/n was more than capable of understanding what is good for the people of Storm’s end and how to make it sound pretty to her brother.

 ”You have done an enormous favour to me in taking me here my lord. I can never repay you for the aid you have given me.”, she starts and takes a soothing breath,

 ”I-I wish to offer my- my body to you, for all the good you have done for me. The God’s know I will not be anyone’s wife”, she whispered the end still never once looking at the Old Lion in the eye.

 ”I see”, is the only thing Tywin says. His words make tears of humiliation rise into Y/n’s eyes. How could she have been so stupid to think he would take such an offer.

 A Lord of his status taking another Lord’s daughter as a whore. She was making mockery of them both. ”I am sorry, my lord, forgive me for insulting y-”, before she can finish her sentence and scramble up from her seat, Tywin rises.

 He takes four calm steps to reach her side. Kneeling by her seat, he gently puts a hand on her cheek and turns her glassy eyes to look at him.

 ”I will not make you a whore, Y/n”, he rumbles quietly. ”I will not take a woman who trembles at the thought of letting me near her. You have no debt to me. I enjoy having you here, I have no desire to exploit your body”

 Y/n gulps and raises a trembling hand to play with the lapel of his coat. ”What if I desire you?”, she asks, the question a lot more bold than her own voice.

 ”Then you shall wait till desire overrules your fear, little Sparrow”, he whispers before rising and planting a gentle kiss against her head. ”I shall escort you back to your chambers, my lady”, he then adds and goes back to being the stoic lion everyone fears.

 ***

Tywin gazed upon his wife as she sat on her knees on their bed. The beautiful Lady Lannister, on her knees just for him.

 Shrugging off his coat, and undershirt he takes a seat next to her on the bed. Stroking one of his war roughened hands across her thigh and bottom. Giving her bottom a rough squeeze he takes advantage of her gasp and pulls her in for another drowning kiss.

 Y/n’s back bends as she tries to keep up with the passion of her Lion. Feeling naught but desire in the cage of his strong arms she moans as he moves his kisses to her neck where he whispers. ”Be a good girl and help your husband remove his boots”

 As Tywin lets her go, she swiftly kneels on the floor and removes his boots. Tywin  once again raises her chin and nods towards his crotch.

 With slightly trembling hands, she opens her husbands breeches and pulls them down as Tywin raises his hips to aid her mission.

 A shiver runs down her spine as her husband makes his next wish. ”Will you now pleasure your husband?”, and so she does. She takes Tywin’s cock into her hand and strokes it firmly till he is fully hard. A tender hand on her head encourages her to kiss the hard shaft up till she gently licks swollen head.

 Tywin cannot help the rumbling moan that releases from his chest as she slowly takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks. Tywin’s hand only remains as an encouragement, they had long ago made it clear that if she were to pleasure him with her mouth: she is in charge of how.

 When she starts to see the small tremors in his abdomen, she halts her sucking and starts laying small kisses on the shaft again. ”Come up here woman”, Tywin says breathlessly as he sits up straight again.

 A squeak escapes Y/n as Tywin pulls her onto her lap and with fast rough movements maneuvers them on the middle of the bed, with him now on top of her.

 ”What a salacious little creature my wife is”, he teases and starts kissing collar, making sure to leave small marks behind as he does. When arriving downwards he starts sucking on her nipple.

 ”Only for you, Tywin”, she whimpers hips bucking against his cock. Her noises get louder as he continues on his assault, now deftly getting his palm on her other breast and taking the other nipple between his fingers, as he teases the other with his mouth.

 His hands encourage her hips, moving his own hips aside, he gets her to roll her hips against his thigh. Angling his thigh so that she will have no way to move but with rubbing her pearl against his rough thigh.

Soon he switches his assault the other way around, taking her left nipple into his mouth. As he does he lets out a rumbling chuckle as Y/n’s breathless whines get louder.

 ”Ty-Tywin, please, o-oh”, she whimpers as Tywin’s hands force her hips to move faster along his thigh. The friction hitting just the right spot as she lets out a high pitched moan.

 ”Is my little wife going to come? Go on, take your pleasure on my thigh, I can feel your quim sopping through your undergarments. Let it wash over you”, he encourages as her movements get more shaky and her noises louder.

 Tywin was no young boy, but he could have come just from the sight and feel of her rubbing her clothed little pussy against his thigh. ”T-Tywin! I’m-It’s- Tywin!”, Y/n incoherently squeals as her thighs start shaking and she reaches her climax.

 She grasps the Great Lion’s shoulders and pulls him tightly against her body as she rides her aftershocks. Tywin takes mercy on her, knowing the state of her head after such pleasure and starts gently kissing the side of her head.

 ”There we go my little sparrow, I have you. ”, he mutters against her, his other hand soothingly running up and down her thigh.

 Y/n takes her lower lip between her teeth and presses her face towards his gentle kisses. It felt good to be in his arms again.

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[harrysmaison]

Vi's 2022 Follow Forever!

It's 2023 for me now and I wanna say thank you to all the lovely lovely people that I befriended so far who made my dash (and in case of some, my life) so much more beautiful.

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