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mermaidgirl30 · 7 months ago

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✨Caught In the Act✨

Pre-outbreak! Joel Miller x Roommate! fem reader

A/N: Thank you to @littlevenicebitch69 for showing me that video that sparked the inspiration for this fic 😘 No beta, but I had so much fun writing this one!

Summary: Thinking you’re home alone, you decide to unwind in bed, but the last thing you expect is to have Joel Miller, the man you’re renting a room from, find you naked in bed.

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only MDNI

Tags: Vibrator use, porn with plot, yearning, feelings, infatuation, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, roommates

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The sunlight trickles against the sheer curtains as the room swelters with heat. The buzzing sounds fill the bedroom as your hips rock against the silk sheets, your fingers curling with every meticulous circle the vibrator makes against your swollen clit.

“Joel,” you moan freely, knowing he isn’t home, not at this hour of the day. It’s just you and your breathy whispers of his name, pretending the vibrator is his thick fingers stifling an orgasm from your needy clit, pretending the dampening sheets are his greying tousled curls as you tug and pull, pretending his large tongue is consuming you entirely as another moan slips from your lips.

You shouldn’t be thinking about the man you’re renting a room from like this, shouldn’t be moaning his name while your vibrator is pressed firmly against your bundle of nerves, but you just can’t help yourself. He’s just so hot the way his veiny hands open whiskey bottles as his strong muscles clench tight around his button-up flannels he always looks so damn good in. And he’s so fucking sexy the way he smirks while his Southern drawl falls from his plush lips every single time he talks to you with those big brown eyes that you just want to sink into. You can’t help but want him all the time, even though you really shouldn’t.

“Ohhh, fuck,” you whine as you hit that spot, right where it feels like you’re about to shed your orgasm at any second. So you speed up your motions, pressing down harder as you moan his name again, letting it fall off your lips like he’s here with you now, like he’s taking you exactly how you like it.

You’re breathing so hard and focusing on your ragged breaths and the sounds of the whirring vibrator that you don’t even hear the door being jarred open or see the brooding man that stands against your bedroom door. You don’t notice until you hear that thick, undeniable voice that only belongs to one man. That man being Joel fucking Miller.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Moanin’ my name and I ain’t even touchin’ you? Must want it bad,” he chuckles, a large smirk pressed on his mouth as he leans with crossed arms against your painted door frame.

You jump from the sudden intrusion and shut the vibrator off, panting and sweating from your almost orgasm as you work to throw the covers over your naked body. “Jesus, Joel! I didn’t know you were home. I'm sorry… I.” Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to see you like this!

He stops you mid sentence, holding up his large palm as he clears his throat. “Ain’t gotta apologize, sweetheart. Why don’t you just carry on? Besides, I could hear you moanin’ my name the moment I stepped in the house. Not gonna lie, it kinda turned me on. And then walkin’ in and seein’ this? Well, jus’ pull those covers back and let me see that pretty glistenin’ pussy. You want a little assistance there?” he nods, eyes darkening into black pits as you see the outline of his hard cock beneath his worn jeans.

You swallow and choke on your own spit, eyes widening as you slowly reveal your slick center to him once again as you spread your legs wide. “There ya go, sweetheart. Look at how fuckin’ wet you are. Goddamn,” he groans as he rakes a large hand slowly over his greying scruff. “Go on, be a good girl and turn the vibrator back on for me,” he replies in a raspy tone that sets your core on fire.

You slowly press the button, letting the vibrations slow your pounding heart rate as you stare up at the man you’ve been dreaming about from the moment you stepped foot into this house. “You want me to…”

He nods, dropping his jaw open as he takes in just how wet you already are for him. “Yeah, put it back on that pretty clit, sweetheart. Wanna see.”

Your mouth parts open the moment you place it on your throbbing mound, your mouth dropping open as you gaze up into pitch black eyes that want to consume you whole. You hold in a moan, spreading your legs wider as the vibrator circles against your puffy clit, but what feels even better is Joel standing there drinking down the image of you getting yourself off while he watches.

“Goddamn, darlin’. Look at you,” he whistles, untucking his flannel shirt from his jeans as he stalks over to the edge of the bed, kicking his boots off as his body weight makes the bed cave as he crawls on top of the sheets.

“Joel,” you whine, watching his big black eyes come closer as he props himself up beside you, one hand coming down on top of yours while the other tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Let me jus’ give you a hand there, sweetheart. Let me take control,” he growls, grabbing onto the end of the vibrator as he presses it further into your folds, circling slow, meticulous circles as he draws a breathy moan from you.

“That’s it, Attagirl,” he praises as your back arches off the bed, taking the vibrator a level up as he grinds it against your slick folds.

“Ooooh, fuck,” you whine, twisting your fingers into the soft material of his flannel while his gorgeous face hangs just over yours, his big eyes making another wave of slick slip from your center.

“Feels good, don’t it? Yeah, right there,” he purrs as he pushes it down close to your dripping hole, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs start to shake.

“Yes, Joel. Please, don’t stop,” you beg as you grip his forearm with a tight fist.

“I’m not gonna stop till that pretty pussy’s soakin’ my hand, sweetheart,” he smirks, turning the vibrations up even higher as your body hums with electricity from his touch. “If I would’ve known sooner that you’ve been wantin’ this, I would’ve already been on my knees with my mouth between your thighs,” he groans as another moan comes crashing through the room.

You start to feel the coils snap in your belly, and then hot heat starts to slide down your spine as your orgasm starts to break. “Joel, I’m not gonna - fuck, I’m coming!” you scream as you let the floodgates open and latch on to his veiny wrist.

“Jesus Chris, you’re fuckin’ soakin’ me,” he says in awe as slick sprays from your pussy, coating his hand in your release as your back arches off the mattress and your body hums with your intense orgasm. Joel works you through it, calling you a good girl as he shuts the vibrator off and just slowly circles it over your aching center until you’re coherent enough to open your eyes and breathe normally again.

He throws the vibrator to the side and slides a calloused hand carefully from your neckline, in between your breasts, skating down your abdomen, and ending right above your mound. He smiles down at you as he takes his time to ghost his fingers over your soaked folds, stifling a whimper from your lips as he hovers over your puffy clit.

“You look so pretty comin’ undone, darlin’. Wanna see it again, this time wanna really feel it.” He presses the pad of his thumb down on your bundle of nerves, drawing meticulous circles, making you cant your hips up as you soak in the way his fingers feel like pure magic.

“Oh god, please,” you beg, throwing your head back as he slips a finger inside your dripping hole.

“I got you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel real good now, jus’ hold tight.” Before you know what’s coming, he crashes his lips down on yours and swallows a moan as he curls another finger inside, stretching your walls as he reaches that soft spongy spot that you can never reach yourself.

You lean into the kiss, breathing in his woodsy scent, tasting the sweat of the Austin sun on his lips, feeling the way he slips his tongue inside your mouth and swallows every sound you make while he repeatedly fucks his fingers deep inside your pussy, making you feel like you’re floating on thin air.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your fingers through his dark tousled curls as a groan leaves his lips and enters your mouth while he repeatedly takes the breath from your lips. He licks inside you while his thick fingers make wet, obscene sounds as he fucks deeper, uncoiling that same tension he already snapped just minutes ago as he repeats the process all over again.

He unhooks from your lips, finds a steady rhythm as he slips from your hole and full on rocks his fingers up and down your folds, brushing the heel of his wrist over your puffy clit that screams for him to take you over the edge again.

The room is suddenly too hot with his weight on your chest, his expert fingers moving at an impossibly fast pace as your core burns hot and bright, begging for him to make you come again.

“Jesus, fuck - I’m right there. God, it feels so fucking good, Joel,” you stifle as your jaw slackens and your body starts to vibrate the more his fingers work and work at your core.

He slips two fingers back inside you, hitting that one spot that makes you see stars, and then he’s whispering filthy words against your parted lips. “Such a good fuckin’ girl lettin’ me use these fingers on that pretty pussy, wonder what you’d feel like takin’ my cock next,” he smirks as he nips at your bottom lip, pulling another moan from your throat.

“Please, Joel,” you beg.

“Is that an invitation, sweetheart?” he chuckles, raising a thick eyebrow as he looks you deep in the eyes with those beautiful brown eyes that are blown wide.

“Yes, want your cock, Joel. Want you to - oh, fill me up - fuck,” you whine as you feel your release start to flow down your insides.

“Yeah, fuckin’ spill for me, that’s it. Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls as he presses deep inside that spongy spot, and then you’re completely done for. The slick pools down your core, covering Joel’s knuckles and the inside of your thighs as the orgasm takes a hold and knocks your head back against the cotton pillow.

“That’s it. So pretty, baby,” he coos as he works you through it once again.

The fog fills your brain as every euphoric feeling takes its hold on you, holding you down against the damp sheets as you focus on the man that hangs above you. When you finally come to your senses, Joel uncurls his fingers from your core and pops the digits into his mouth, sucking and groaning as he indulges in your sweet taste.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you taste better than a shot of whiskey,” he groans as he delves his fingers back inside you, collecting slick on the tips of his calloused fingers and brings it up to your lips. “Open up, sweetheart. Try a taste,” he purrs.

You part your lips and allow him to enter. You take his two fingers and suck, glancing at him with glazed over eyes as your sweet taste slides down the back of your throat.

“Goddamn. That’s picture worthy, sweetheart. You suckin’ on my fingers while you lick off your own slick? Jesus Christ, you’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me,” he murmurs as he looks at you with wide, blown out eyes.

You giggle as you tip your head up, wrapping your fingers around the collar of his flannel as you tug, pulling just enough to expose a trail of dark chest hair that’s saturated in sweat. “Just like you’ll ruin me. But I’m okay with that. Just need you right now,” you pant out, popping open more of the buttons of his flannel until he gets the hint and throws it off, exposing his broad, muscular chest that’s beaded in glistening sweat, and his happy trail disappears under the material of his dark jeans.

“You want me inside you, sweetheart?” he whispers as you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and start popping open the top button.

“Yes, want your cock inside me. Please, I need you,” you beg as he smiles down at you with glossy brown eyes.

“Need me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you nice ‘n deep?” he smirks as he unzips his jeans and slides them off his legs, his boxers following swiftly after.

You gulp as his massive cock springs up against his soft tummy, taking in just how big he is as precum spills from the slit. You gawk at him when he wraps a hand around his large length and starts spreading the precum up and down his shaft meticulously.

“Mhm,” is all you can get out as you watch him stroke himself up and down. Fuck.

“Spread those legs then, sweetheart,” he smirks as he positions himself right between your legs. You can only whine and knead your breasts together as he takes the tip and slides it along your folds, collecting slick on his swollen tip that’s red and throbbing just for you. He rubs it along your overstimulated clit and chuckles when you pant his name out.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he drawls as he positions himself at the entrance of your sopping wet hole. “Such a messy girl, too. All this for me? Goddamn. Gonna fill you up real good.” Before you have time to say anything, he thrusts inside you, filling you so full as you gasp at the wide stretch he makes.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight, darlin’. Jus’ needed this big cock to stretch you out, s’that right?” he groans, caging you in with his muscular arms as he ruts deeper inside you, filling you to the brim with every languid stroke of his massive cock.

You throw your head back, clawing your nails down his broad back as you moan nonsense while he generously slides his thick length back and forth, slipping out just enough to ram back inside you with a sting to your insides as his tip continually kisses the back of your cervix.

It’s like you can’t get enough, need more of him, need every inch of his skin to crawl into yours as he takes you to the edge again. You’ve never felt a stretch like this, never been so cock hungover, not until Joel fucking Miller slipped inside you, and you’re afraid you won’t ever get enough of him now.

“More,” you beg, panting from every motion of the snap of his hips, moaning every time he’s deep inside your clenched walls, splitting them open with every single rutting motion he gives.

“You want more, sweetheart? I’ll give you more. Yeah, give you jus’ what you want,” he smirks as he bends your knees up, folding you into a pancake shape as he crawls over you with his beautiful, broad body. “Careful what you ask for. Might not be able to take it,” he chuckles, eyes darkening with trouble written all over them.

He spears inside you, thrusting so deep that you swear you feel him inside your stomach, hitting that spongy spot that makes you gasp as your back arches off the damp sheets. “Fuckkkk,” you moan, your voice carrying through the entire room as his deep grunts collide with yours.

“Yeah, s’right. Take it,” he growls, nipping at your collarbone as your fingers fist in his tousled curls. “Be a good girl and come on my cock,” he demands as his hips thrust violently against yours.

You have no more control. The room is heavy and hot as your musk and sweat collect over the other, your fingers dragging down his back as you clench up and let your sweet release slip out, coating him in your slick. “Joel, feels - fuck, I’m coming,” you moan into the shell of his ear.

He stills his thrusts for a few seconds, feeling your walls clench around his cock as you start to soak him, the flow not stopping even as you tilt your head back and scream from the blistering heat that settles in your core.

“Oh, that’s a good fuckin’ girl. Squeezin’ so tight, milkin’ me with that slippery cum, Jesus Christ,” he moans as he thrusts back into you, not wasting a moments time as he chases his own release.

You settle into a fog, his deep pants and groans reverberating off the walls as his heavy hands settle on your hips, fucking into you so deep that you feel drunk and so full of him that you swear you should be satiated, but you’re not. You’d let him pump you full of his cock all night in every different position, if only you could continue to do this night after night.

“‘M not gonna last, sweetheart. Where do you want me?” He grinds his teeth together in concentration as he tries to hold it in just a little longer.

“Inside me. Fill me up, handsome,” you purr.

His jaw ticks, and something like fire lights in his glossy eyes, and a devilish smirk forms on his plush lips as he thrusts once, twice, three more times and then pounds you as hard as he can. He leans his forehead against yours and lets out a guttural groan, feeling the white ropes of cum paint the back of your cervix as he gushes all inside you.

“Fuck me,” he moans, not willing to move till he has all of him spilled inside your walls. He slowly pulls out of you, and you feel the warmth of your own slick and his release mix together as it gushes outside your pussy and down your thighs.

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess you are, ain’t ya,” he smiles, staring at your legs splayed wide as he dips a finger down against folds, collecting the mixed cum together on his index finger. “Open up, pretty girl,” he smirks.

He takes his index finger and slots it between your glossy lips, letting you lick and suck on his finger. You swear his eyes widen even further as his black pupils expand into pure lust. “So good,” you moan, wrapping your lips around his finger as you tease and suck on his slick covered digit.

“Goddamn, look at you. You’re jus’ a wicked little tease, ain’t ya?” he groans, dragging the finger from your lips and pulling it into his warm mouth, sucking with a deliciously hungry groan that makes your eyes widen with heat. “Delicious,” he smirks as he pops his own digit from his mouth, grinding out another moan from your throat as he topples on the bed beside you.

You both breathe raggedly as you look from one to the other, both locked in a heated staring match, his fingertips lingering on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to his glistening chest. “That was…”

“Unexpected, but amazin’ all the same,” he finishes with a smile curled around his mouth. “You’re tellin’ me you’ve been livin’ in this house for moments, and you weren’t plannin’ on tellin’ me you thought ‘bout me in bed?” His eyebrows raise, and he looks at you square in the eyes, a sly smirk crossing his mouth.

“I didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out,” you say with your lips molded together in a tight gesture.

“Kicked out, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his tousled curls. “Sweetheart, I found you in your bed moanin’ my name. Hell, you could’ve told me that first day you walked in. Think I would’ve taken you right there on the counter if I knew you were into me,” he chuckles.

“Get out of here,” you laugh as you playfully push him in the chest. “You would not have.”

“Oh yes I would. Thought you were a knockout from the minute you came through the front door with those little daisy dukes and those beautiful eyes. Shit, I’ve had a thing for you since day one, sweetheart.”

You purse your lips and give him a once over, assessing his genuine brown eyes that seem covered in softness. Holy shit. He’s being serious. “Really?” you ask breathlessly.

“Really,” he nods, curling his fingers through your hair and pulling you forward, till your mouth collides with his in a long, sensuous kiss that sends music running through your ears. His lips feel like velvet, and his tongue tastes like cinnamon.

When you fall away from his lips, he smiles. “We gonna make this a habit?”

“Do you want to make this a habit?” you ask with a raised brow, hope stirring in your chest.

“I mean, ‘course I do, darlin’. A pretty thing like you should be fucked well and taken on nice dates. Think we got the fuckin’ part down, jus’ gotta take ya to dinner now.” He winks and flashes his honey-glazed eyes, and you feel as if you could drown in those syrupy eyes.

“That what you tell all the girls who turn into your roommate?” you giggle.

“Now, sweetheart. You’re rentin’ a room from me. If you wanna be roommates, then technically you’d need to stay in my room, in my bed, in my arms,” he smiles as he pulls you flush to his broad chest, draping an arm around the back of your hip as his fingers softly tease at your soft skin.

You hum into his touch, giving him a dreamy smile as you drag your nails against his silver scruff. “Roommates, huh? Is that what we’re gonna be?”

“Roommates, fuck buddies, lovers… s’hard to say, darlin’. But I like you, and I’d like to explore whatever this is.” His tone is so sincere that it makes butterflies flit through your stomach at the possibilities of what this could turn out to be.

You push your fingers through his messy curls, reveling over his deep groans as you drag your nails down his scalp. “I like you too, Joel. A lot, actually,” you blush.

“Figured as much when I caught you moanin’ my name while usin’ that little vibrator on your pretty pink pussy,” he winks, making you blush at the way he drags out the words and keeps his brown eyes locked tight on yours.

You shake your head and groan when he drags his thick thumb over your lower lip. “Bet I’m not the only one. What have you been thinking about at night, in the shower, in your bed?” you smirk, making his cheeks redden at the mention of it.

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. You know I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you, too. Been wonderin’ how sweet you were. Turns out you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever put my lips on.” He curls his lips into a delicious smile and flips you over to where your back is flush with his sweat-covered chest, lacing his calloused fingers with yours as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his scruff scratching softly along your jawline.

You lay there in the twisted sheets, inhaling the musk that makes up Joel Miller, embedding his woodsy pine scent deep into your memory. This feels… right, like this is where you’ve always belonged, in his arms.

“How’s ’bout I take you on a date Friday night? We could go see a movie, I’ll buy you a big thing of popcorn, hold your hand, maybe pull you into my lap so I can kiss you all I want, then I’ll take you back home and make love to you in my bed all night long.” He places a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you melt into the feel of him.

You squeeze his hand and brush your lips over his knuckles, giving him a lazy smile as you turn to look back at him over your shoulder. “Okay, cowboy. You’ve got a deal.”

He brushes his lips over yours and pulls you close so he can trace his lips over the shell of your ear. “Alright, pretty girl. It’s a date. Now, how ‘bout we go take a shower, and I can make you some dinner. Maybe go for round two after with my mouth between those pretty thighs of yours,” he whispers as a chill runs down your spine, heat building back in your core.

You huff out a laugh and stifle a groan. “Mmmm, alright then, cowboy. I’m all in.”

He presses his lips against yours and then tugs you up from the bed, lacing his fingers with yours as he leads you to his room. “Gonna take you for the ride of your life, sweetheart,” he smirks.

“I’m counting on it,” you smile.

And so it begins.

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Sleepy Humping Princess

pairing: Ari Levinson x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Beefy!Ari comes home to fuck his bimbo baby awake, hopefully knocking her up in the process. He loves coming home to that naked lump under his bedsheets (Beefy!Ari) (Somnophilia)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“Aww baby look at that pussy all plump and glistenin’ for me” Ari chuckled walking into his bedroom, seeing a lump under his covers, only to reveal his naked woman who had fallen asleep waiting for him. Running his fingers down her slit, he watched her writhe and hump against his hand subconsciously, his own cock hardening at the mere sight of her tits smushed against his pillow she was hugging.

“mmm Ari” He heard her whimper in her sleep, her sleepy eyes slowly blinking open as she lifted her head slightly, her cute sleepy face peering up at him gleefully. “S’jus me sweetness, be a doll n’ go back to sleep for me okay? M’ jus gonna have a little fun with my girl” He cooed bending to press a soft kiss to her pouty lips, her eyes already closed as he softly set her head back down onto the pillow.

Her whimpers and soft burbles of satisfaction only made his heart grow warmer while she cuddled in deeper into his side of the bed, only giving him even more access to her honey centre from behind. Shifting off his sweatpants he slid in behind her, his cock immediately hardening at the warmth simply given off by her pussy, her lips moulding around its head as it sucked his tip like a mouth.

“ah fuck, always so welcomin’ n’ warm. Pussy kissin’ my cock so well” He groaned rubbing his red bulbous tip through her folds, her mouth letting out small breathy gasps in between sleepy moans and whines. One of Ari’s hands went around her torso, softly kneading at one of her breasts, his fingers tugging at her hardened nipples. “Need ta’ turn ya around n’ suck those tits baby, need ‘em in my mouth”

Humping against her ass sloppily, covering his shaft in her juices, he let his plump reddened lips plaster kisses all over the back of his lover’s neck, when all of a sudden she turned her head to the side. Y/n’s eyes still half closed but her mouth pouting and puckering up to reach Ari’s, his tongue instantly pushing through her wet lips to explore her hot mouth. Her soft lips sucked on his tongue passionately, while Ari’s hands helped her hips roll against him, her clit being nudged each time his cock pushed through her thighs.

“mm that fuckin’ tongue of yours, stick it out for me princess” Holding her jaw open his tongue dribbled spit onto her waiting tongue, which was wagging around rapidly to catch every drop he was willing to offer her. His lips pursing over hers fully, in a sealing kiss; all whilst his hands were busy playing with her breasts, skilfully shifting her to face him.

Once she was finally face to face with him, her eyes shifted down to his pulsing shaft in between her legs, his lips sloppily kissing her cheeks and neck. “You smell good Ari” She mumbled feeling his fingers tug on her nipples, his hips effectively thrusting between her folds, just enough to leave her wanting more. “Yeah? You like being fucked by a dirty older man? Jus’ got home and you’re already naked n’ waitin’ for me” He taunted spitting right onto her lips, watching hotly as she licked her lips before kissing him.

“Now let me get a good look at these beauties, so so perfect, cause they’re yours” He swooned cupping both of her tits gently, moving them in circular motions, taking his sweet time to kiss and love on each one; Y/n’s hands affectionately running through his hair, keeping his head close to her chest. “You may be an older man, but you’re my man aren’t you?” She whispered kissing his forehead as he looked up at her, his mouth letting go of her nipples, coming up to whisper against her lips, “If I was to be anyone’s I sure damn hope it’s yours”

Returning his attention back to her globes “imagine these fulla milk, tummy all round n swollen like the bimbo you’re meant to be, my girl” Flicking her nipples one last time, he reached down so his fingers could feel just how wet she was. Smirking at the reaction some simple foreplay got out of her, this was his dirty girl he loved.

“You ready sweets? You jus’ tell me when ta stop alright?” He kissed her temple sweetly, “mhm I know”

Hissing out he slid himself in slowly, feeling her inner walls grip onto him like a glove, his hairy arms pulling her closer to hug her against his body. Her leg draped across his waist as he bottomed out inside of her, his hand resting on her ass, the both of them just looking at each other with so much lust, love and passion. “Oh fuck babe, you take me so well, should put a ring on ya jus for that”

“Don’t joke about that Ari! Unless you’re on one knee then I don’t want it” She huffed pouting, only for that pout to be kissed away almost instantly. “Guess i’ll have to invest in a rock then? You prefer Gold or silver honeypot?”

“Honeypot? that’s new”

“Suits you, that’s what you taste like” Smirking he slowly started to thrust into her soft puffy hole, gasps and hiccups leaving her each time his hips smacked against hers, his tongue having to lick up the spit spilling from her gaping mouth; giving him an excuse to assault her tongue with his. “Closer, I-I need you closer” Y/n whimpered feeling her clit being rubbed raw from the friction between them, her arms hanging around Ari’s neck as he hugged her while they rocked back and forth.

“You like this sweetness? My body right up against yours while I take your sweet pussy, givin’ her all she needs n’ wants”

“I-I love you, fuck”

“Of course you do, you dont know any better sweet pea, ya need me” Ari cooed pushing back some of her hair behind her ears, her face furrowed and her lips bitten by her teeth as Ari continued to pump his baby full of his warm cum, completely overriding her orgasm because he just kept going. “Gonna fuck my cum back into your princess, keep you all warm and stuffed for the winter. You like that?”

“Want it so bad, wanna feel you up here forever” Y/n motioned towards her stomach, even smirking up at Ari mischievously, kissing his chest lovingly as he grunted and jerked his hips up harshly, “My filthy girl, ya love gettin’ fucked like a whore don’t ya? Want me to knock you up and keep you swollen so there’s nothin else for you to do but get f-fucked”

Ari couldn’t help but whimper himself when he felt her walls clench around him, his hands splayed on her back to hold her even tighter, his head on her shoulder as she kissed his temples while letting out stuttered moans of her own. Both of them whimpering, Ari at the feeling of her pussy clenching as she milked his cock, and Y/n when she felt herself being pumped full of her older lover.

Pumping his cock in and out softly, they both looked down to see the mixture of their cum creaming around the base of his cock, connecting their centres erotically. “Ever tell you how sexy you look full of me?” Ari chuckled gently pulling out with a groan, sitting up a little smiling at the glowy naked woman beside him; her eyes looking up at him as if he was the most beautiful man on the planet.

“Ever tell you how sexy I feel full of you?” She quirked back sitting up to face him, her face swooping in to kiss his plump swollen lips as she intertwined their hands. “Hmm you feelin’ okay? I did wake you up from a seemingly great nap” He whispered against her lips, fixing her hair behind her shoulders as she smiled and nodded, pecking his lips one more time.

“I was waiting for you anyway, needed you in bed with me, it gets lonely ya know” She whined kissing up his cheeks and neck ,as she felt him pull and tie her hair up using one of her hair tie that are usually around her wrist. “Well what do you want princess”

“I need you to-to smother me again, like ya did last night Ari baby” Y/n already shuffled herself onto her side, waiting like a happy puppy as she watched Ari smile and position half of himself on her. His arms fully around her, instantly feeling at ease with his weight on her, like a weighted blanket. “This smotherin’ ya enough?”

“I truly wish you’d just lie fully on top of me, but I fear I may die Ari, so yes baby thank you”

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Part 1: Ari x Bimbo!Reader

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konigsblog · 1 year ago

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simon who doesn't like to make you cry ever at all but when you cry from his cock feeling so good he loves it.

from "fuck- are you cryin'?" to "you look so pretty, eyes waterin' like that"

absolutely hates seeing you upset, but when you're crying because it feels so good? god, it does stuff to him. his thrusts start off shallow, pushing in inch by inch and pulling away, avoiding your clit just to mess with your brain :( he doesn't care if you're juices and dripping down your thighs and your legs are trembling from desperate you are, be quiet and let him use your hole.

but when he begins going deeper, rougher, faster, he doesn't warn you. suddenly shoving himself far inside your pussy, nearly piercing your womb with his hard and aching thrusts, slamming into you again and again and forcing you to look into his eyes!! he'll slap you across the face everytime you look away, yanking your head to look into his lustful eyes, adoring the way they glisten and water. “fuckin' hell..” his voice is husky amd quiet, stopping his pace for a second before pounding into your cunny harder :(((

you can't make a sound because he's going so rough on you, his words causing your precious pussy to clench around his size, drilling him in further. panting for air, slapping you harshly across the face everytime a tear slides dowm your wet cheeks, humilating you for being greedy and needy for his touch :( “look at you.., what a needy and pretty girl, aren't you? want my cock, huh? look at those tears.. eyes waterin' and glistenin' all f'me..”

and he'll drag out your orgasm just to fuck with your mind. he'll get you all hazy and dizzy, eyes unfocusing as he continues to shove himself into your aroused, sex dropping with cum. “p..plea...” you fuck yourself back onto him while he thrusts into you, the loud skin slapping sounds getting louder and faster as he chases hia orgasm, making you cum around his fat cock :(

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umnitsa · 1 year ago

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You should mess with Jim - 6

Summary: The fun continues!

A/N: There we go, our soft bear having some fun. I hope you guys enjoy it! It'll take longer to post, but I'm still writing it! <3 Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Sex, piv, no condoms (this is a loving fantasy and I didn't want to write them, but hey, please do not do that!)

“Hey.” You said as Jim stirred, squeezing you into a bear hug, and nuzzling your hair.

“Hey.” He answered, growling. He chuckled, after a pause. “You really drained me.” You giggled, he continued, “I feel like an old man, who can’t even stay awake after an orgasm, but in my defense, it was a really good one.”

You looked up, at him; he was looking down at you, a huge smile on his face. He licked his lips, and the smile took a predatory undertone. It made you shiver.

“My turn.”

Jim kissed you deeply, his hand covering your breast; he squeezed firmly, then ever so gently brushed his thumb over your nipple. He broke the kiss and moved to suckle on your nipple, fingers brushing gently over the other.

You buried your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently; he sighed and you whimpered, as he moved to suck on the other nipple. He pulled his head back and blew air softly on your peaked nipples. You shivered, to his delighted laughter.

Jim slid one thick fingertip around your nipple, enjoying the feeling of your moist skin under him. He hums, playing gently, until you started squirming. You tug on his hair, needing more. Jim stops, pulling back, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“I don’t like pain, so be careful. You should also know no amount of hair pulling will make me speed up, or move.” His expression was soft, but his voice was low and authoritative. Stern. “You can beg, begging goes a long way with me.”

You whined, nodding and feeling yourself getting wetter with the casual display of dominance.

“Good.” Jim said softly, sliding one hand down your belly, still smiling. “You say no, I stop. You say stop, I stop. I want you to enjoy every dirty thing we do together. Ok?”

“Ok.” You said, nodding. You gasped when you felt his hand cupping your pussy. His middle finger gently pressed between your labia, he rocked his hand; sliding his finger along your slit, notching the pad of his finger teasingly.

You combed his hair with your fingers, caressing the back of his head gently. He smiled, kissing your nipple, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. He played with you until you were on the verge of tears, whimpering and trembling.

With a sigh, Jim stopped, pulling his fingers from you. He moved slowly, getting on his knees between your legs, as he sucked on his fingers. His eyes fluttered close and he hummed, a soft smile on his face.

“I’m gonna take my time, honey. I hope you don’t mind.” He said softly, then lowered himself to lick along your slit. He hummed, clearly delighted. You braced yourself, a fleeting thought reminding you’re about to experience what you only saw in all those movies.

Jim pressed his face against your pussy, grunting, nuzzling your clit while his tongue moved slowly against your hole. He growled, languidly moving against you.

You looked down and you saw him frowning, concentrated, his tongue slithering into your folds, teasing your hole with little pokes and prods. Your eyes rolled back; you moaned, unable to deal with the dual sensations of seeing him and feeling his tongue at the same time.

Jim was lost in sensation, your skin against his face, your smell, your taste. You whimpered, squirming against him, your hands pressing his head, caressing his hair.

He rejoiced in the feeling of your thighs pressing on his ears. This isn’t for show. This is real.

Your hips trembled on his hands, tensing and spasming, your whimpers a distant noise muffled by flesh and skin.

“Jim, please…” You whined.

With a sigh, he raised his head, pushing two fingers into you. His face was wet, glistening, his eyes glassy. He licked his lips, enjoying your flavor, then looked down at his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mused, in awe. “His eyes met yours, he licked his lips. “Come for me, please, honey.”

His pleading voice hid an order, somehow, and you felt as if you didn’t have a choice. You tightened against his fingers, making him moan and go back to licking your clit.

You came with a racket, whimpering and mewling, your hips pushing against his finger.

“Fuck.” He cursed softly, pulling away, on his knees, watching you. You had never seen him harder, in any of the movies. Precome pulsed freely, making his cock glisten under the lights. He squeezed the base of his cock, throwing his head back with a moan.

You watched, your mouth hanging open, your eyes half lidded. He looked so sexy it rendered you momentarily dumb; not one thought crossing your head.

“Do you want to rest, honey?” He asked, laying down by your side, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist, your hips, your ass.

“I do need one moment.” You chuckled softly, your legs still trembling.

Jim chuckled, hugging you tight against his body. He rested his cock between your legs, length pressed against your slit.

“How can you stay still like this?” You asked. You felt so desperate, just the feel of his thick cock between your legs was enough to make you squirm and thrust, sliding against his length with languid moves.

“I’m a patient man.” Jim chuckled into your ear and kissed your neck and your shoulder. “You’re so needy.”

“I need you. Inside of me.” You complained.

“I thought you needed a moment?” Jim teased, still chuckling.

“I changed my mind!” You whined, pushing against him.

Jim kissed you, deeply, slowly, lovingly. You felt yourself melt under his attentions, his hands moving all over you. You felt your body stilling, until you just felt your cunt pulsing against his length, your body completely relaxed.

He watched you, smiling as he caressed your back, your hips, your ass, his hand smoothing and grabbing every inch of skin he could reach. You sighed, closing your eyes.

Jim moved, slowly, laying you on your back, one of your legs propped over his folded thigh. He kneeled, massaging your ankle down to your thigh, as he straddled your other leg. He kissed your foot gently as he moved, until the head of his cock was notched into your hole. He then hooked your leg around him, leaving you on your side.

He kept massaging you, distracting you with caresses. You melted under his big hands sighing.

“Relax, honey.” He ordered, as he pushed inside you.

Jim grunted, watching your surprised expression. You gasped, wide eyed, and turned your face to look at him.

“I know, I know… It’s big, but you can take it.” Jim growled softly. “That’s exactly what you came here for, wasn’t it?”

You blinked back tears of pleasure, nodding eagerly.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight.” He squeezed your thigh, then pulled back and grabbed your ass cheek, raising it a little so he could see your hole stretched around his cock. “You take me so well… so warm.”

Jim closed his eyes and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips. He started moving his hips gently, slowly, kissing and licking your palm, suckling on your fingers, every movement of his hips and tongue unhurried, deliberate.

You expected him to move faster, but he never did. He just kept the steady, sedate rhythm, dragging you gently to the precipice of your pleasure.

Jim grunted softly as he moved, moaning against your palm whenever you squeezed him. You wanted to come, you could feel him close, pulsing inside you, his teeth scraping against your palm.

“Please, Jim, please…” You whined, watching him with big, watery eyes. “Please, baby, I can’t take this slow, I want to come!”

“Shhhhh, darling, you can take it.” He comforted you, dragging your hand to cup his face. His beard scratched and tickled your palm, and you dragged your fingernails against his cheek, petting him. “We are so close.”

He didn’t speed up, but his thrusts got stronger, with him grinding against you every thrust, pressing your clit. You felt your legs tense, with the head of his cock dragging against that special spot inside you.

“There. There.” Jim mumbled, and kept torturing you with his unhurried thrusts, watching you closely, his eyes half lidded.

You got lost in the soothing movement, and your orgasm took you by surprise. You tightened around him, making him smile, throw his head back. His hips ground against yours in small pulses; with a roar, he spilled inside you.

Jim crumbled beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and crushing you against him.

“Fuck, honey.” He mused, distracted, his voice low and dreamy. “Been fucking my way through life; never like this.”

“Hm?” You grunted, nuzzling him. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” He yawned. “Exactly he way I wanted.” He kissed your shoulder, your neck, then nuzzled your hair. “ ‘s like you were made for me.”

You smiled, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow.

Jim propped his head on his arm and watched your naked body curled with his. He watched you breathing deeply, his mind lost in a pleased daze.

His mind raced through countless encounters, countless partners, the cameras, everything and everyone demanding him to be a machine. You just took him, however he wanted. You took what he had to give at the moment, and you didn’t complain, didn’t frown, didn’t make him feel bad.

You squirmed and his cock twitched, threatening to rise again.

He had to remind himself he was a patient man.

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yulesmistress · 8 months ago

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My first story I’m finally publishing, hope you lot enjoy it lolz.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warning: This is SMUT.

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/369395515?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=yulesmistress

There I sat..in a studio, with the bass guitar that had lingered and taunted my dreams since I was a young lassie. God, it was beyond ethereal...the way the polished wooden neck felt upon my honored left hand, the girthy twang of the strings ringing as my rough fingers plucked and strummed them. Now before this, I would've thought,

"Shit, this is THE dream, my dream...it couldn't possibly get any better than this."

I can't even begin to fathom that fucking stupendous thought.

Why, you might ask..?

A sweet, sing-songy voice suddenly strokes my eardrums, contrasting with the low, gravely sound of my bass. Mmm, how could I possibly ignore this painfully familiar voice, the voice in subject that I had studied for many, many hours. The person to which the voice belonged to I had also, madly, studied. His low eyelids slowly unveiled his tantalizing globes, just like how the sun peeks over a horizon, as his eyes greet mine in his usual stern manner.

Geeeeooorrggee Harrison.

He crept me a shy smile, appreciating me only from the corner of his eye before continuing to rehearse Old Brown Shoe with the lads. I bit my lip, hoping to sustain the violent quivering that activated as soon as his gaze shone on me.

I still cannot believe I am in a studio...with the Beatles...playing with George Harrison and the bassman himself Paul McCartney. I questioned my worth as I sat so feebly in that room full of musical geniuses. I wasn't sure how to contain myself—how to manner myself. But, obviously, I had no other choice but to conceal these brash admiral feelings...as they all felt I was a pretty impressive artist. After all, they had invited me to jam with them, and I wasn't going to fuck it up by revealing the fact I was somewhat of a fangirl. I couldn't.

bannerrrrr

After a few eventful hours of mindlessly jamming and productive writing, lunchtime came around. With Paul, John, and Richie's temporary absence, George and I were abandoned in the studio with only the suffocating tension of one another. I resumed on my bass quietly, slouched on an uncomfortable chair as I faced the ceiling. However, the subtle sound of George stumbling over some thick wires had deflated the dome I was in.

"Fucking hell.", he cussed sharply under his breath.

My slightly tired eyes shifted to the cigarette that was once in his mouth, noticing it was now lying on the ground. He was still venting the smoke through his lips from the previous puff he had taken, which I had found oddly attractive.

"Tragic."

I shot him a fake-sympathy frown, which earned a low chuckle from him.

"You don't 'appen to have a Marlboro on you, do you, Madame?"

George's words interrogated me slowly and smoothly, his thick accent tickling the tip of my tongue as I pulled out the precious pack of cigarettes I luckily had. A wide grin magically appeared on his cheeky face, causing me to chortle at his reaction as his hand began to eagerly reach for a ciggie.

"Ah-uh."

I cooed, averting the pack of cigarettes from his grasp as I swayed them tauntingly in his face. George shot me a befuddled look, his propped up eyebrow leaving that hint of playfulness in his expression that his face so beautifully displayed.

"My, where are your manners Mr. Harrison..?"

I noticed a cherry hue that enriched his cheeks as I teased him. Did he enjoy this?

"Oh, my sincerest apologies, me gracious queen.", he sarcastically remarked.

With a swift movement of his long fingers, he managed to snatch a ciggie and prop it in between his glistening lips, then without warning, approached my face daringly close to slowly ignite his cigarette with my own. My eyes shifted down at the touching tips of our cigarettes...steadily watching as a familiar ember glow emerged from the toxic paper. George then clasped the smoke with two of his slender digits once it was properly lit, and exhaled a cloud of toxicity right in my face. I noticed his bashed expression and prominent features through the sheet of smoke that was now flowing between both of our faces.

Why was that hot? I panicked internally.

This was only one of the subtle, steamy moments I had encountered with George.I had noticed it, and I knew I wasn't going fucking crazy.

He had to be into me.

The shameless flirting that painfully teased me, oddly leaving me wanting more. The sheepish glares he would sneak my way from across the studio, followed by the rather riskier glares that would trail from my operating fingers...up to my lips...down to my tempting cleavage which—of course—I had left there on purpose. The way he'd somehow always seemed to find an opportunity to interact with me in any way. The stone ball of tension that would clump up in my chest everytime his presence neared me. His peculiar shyness and tint in his cheeks when I would catch him staring particularly hard. His admiration of my musical abilities that he was never afraid to express; How my skills were a sort that he has "never seen before and should be more recognized." George saw me...saw me as a woman with "crazy good taste", with personality, not as the stereotypical 60's birdie who would try her hardest to be the perfect girl for her man. Who would make sure to shut up and stay to the side, only arising when a man needed her for sex, children, food, marriage, comfort...for anything he wished for. Because that was all women could be according to society. However I refused to stay within these ridiculous boundaries society had set up for me, and actually be a woman who was aware of her own wants and feelings in life, and wasn't afraid to express these things in any way she pleased.

I mean shit, it wasn't illegal was it?

George saw a true character in me, and so I did him. Although he had usually been the discarded one during band sessions, his lack of brashness only melted me into him even more. I knew he was a genius. After all, the ones with the finest ideas are forced to keep quiet, so the egotistical ones can propose as they please. George had this perplexing detail about him...about his aura...about those eyes that had grabbed me by my heart and reeled me in shamelessly. I wanted to know all of him—not just what the papers had claimed.

Shifting back to the present moment from my short tunnel of thought, I quickly noticed the blinding gray haze had already slipped away, leaving George's gradually red face and mine only mere inches away. My eyes widened for a split second and an alarmed cough heaved from the edge of my throat, as I attempted a fake smile.

He definitely noticed.

And it definitely turned me on.

"Hey-uhm..I was actually working on some stuff last night for..."

I didn't finish my sentence, for the reason that when I stood up and positioned my hands to prepare to strum a new bassline, George had halted my fingers with his own, turning my beloved bass in a different direction.

My heart did not jump.

No—it damn near performed backflips at his sudden taking of action. I swallowed quietly as that overwhelming feeling overcame me; y'know, that suffocating warmth where you're sweating but you're not really sweating..? He had noticed my use of gimmicks to attempt to change the subject, but he didn't want to change the subject. Nor did I, at least not anymore after weeks of this anticipation-filled taunting of ours. I shifted my attention up to his eyes and they were already fixated on me, just as I expected them to be as I felt his gaze sifting through the tender grooves of my ego when I was looking down at my instrument earlier. He sent me a look that I can only decipher as need.

"Y/n"-

His yet to be gathered words are quickly cut off before he can even finish my first name. That look was all George needed to do to send me over the edge. I dropped my bass (which pained me to a great extent, but at that moment I couldn't care less) in order to grasp his face with both hands and pull his lips to mine in a heated kiss. I felt his body jerk the slightest bit, in reaction to the sudden feeling of my lips daringly welcoming his. Both of George's eyebrows shot up, eyelashes fluttering shut as he proceeded to kiss me back in a slow, painfully sweet manner.

I am literally kissing George Harrison right now.

It was incredulous. The sentiment of his lips were incredulous. With each rhythmic pucker in which his mouth morphed into mine, a fluid saccharine dispersed through my veins. After 5 incredibly steady seconds, our lips parted with only the sound of a wet smack followed by synchronized panting. I inhale shakily, parting my swollen lips in awe as I peer up at his flustered face. Something was suddenly...different about George's demeanor. From his taunting frame displayed an aura that was 10 times more powerful than it was five seconds ago, that had me questioning whether I should be scared—or excited—or both.

"George..."

My words trailed off into a cry as George longingly pressed my figure against his, demolishing any space between us that could interfere with the intertwining of our rutty bodies. With one of his hands applying pressure to my lower back forcing my crotch to bump against his, and the other holding the back of my neck to ensure I was strictly only inhaling the air that left his mouth which still had a smoggy hint to it, he kissed me once again deeper than before.

We were in a rut, like caged fucking animals who haven't been able to interact for years. The slow, sentimental kissing we had partaken in just seconds ago had quickly turned into a hot, sloppy make-out, as several chairs, guitars, and drinks had been repeatedly knocked over consequently from our passionate fondling. Oh, how passionate it was. The harmonic "huffs" and "puffs" reverberated off the studio walls, blending with the sound of George's groans, which I earned from from occasionally tugging at his silky brown locks I cherished so much. He had then slipped his eager tongue past my inviting lips, as it explored every empty space inside of my mouth and occasionally swiveled its wetness around mine. After traversing around the room in a lustful tango for what seemed like forever, I eventually felt a cold collision between my back and the wall behind me.

"Shit, Harri...", I wept to his right ear, the grip I had on his shirt growing even tighter from the shifting levels of our hot clothed sex down below. Our bodies were inseparable at that point, being so close that I could sense the heat that radiated from George. Suddenly I felt the corners of his moist lips expand into a smile against mine.

"What 'appened to 'Mr. Harrison?'"

The pitch of his voice steeped lower than usual, however he still had that undertone of mockery that rang through my ears and shot signals down to my aroused areas. Huffing a light chuckle through his nose, he urged to continue his hand's exploration of my vulnerable body...however I had interrupted his hungry gestures.

"You're gonna have to prove yourself for such a title...", I whispered as I took both of his veiny hands within my grasp and started to slither them down over my chest, then eventually to my stomach...then lastly I guided him to where it ached for his infectious contact the most. When I shifted my attention back to his face, his peering velvet pools indicated he had took me on to this "challenge".

George had surely understood the assignment.

We both heaved out a sigh as his yearning fingers started to slide under the waistline of my jeans, and very slowlyyyy dipped into my sopping panties. I bit my lip as my eyebrows caved in, anticipating the electric touch of his fingertips. He tapped the slick residue from my aching heat, almost as if he was testing the waters, jaw clenched tight from the wet abundance that coated his fingers. I could tell it was turning him on like crazy. While humming blissfully through pursed lips, George gently pushed his independent digit inside of me making sure to curve it at that perfect angle which ever so slightly hit my sweet spot, before drawing his drenched finger back out. A whine escapes my mouth at the emptiness of my needy muff.

"Fuck, I can't", he exhales while looking at my squeamish body.

"What do you mean"-

"I can't wait any longer, I want to taste you."

Leaving a beam of excitement shooting through my core, he lifted me up with both hands supporting my ass, and lied me on the piano. As the shock of the cold surface raised my restricted nipples almost immediately, George skimmed his hands down my body, then slid down my pants so only my lacy underwear remained. The corner of his lips formed a coy smile when he noticed the decently sized dark spot that lingered on the fabric of my crotch. Then as he licked his lips once more, he pulled my panties aside with a singular finger, exposing my—

"Pretty cunt", he buzzed while he admired the not-so-still picture that was now displayed for him. His word choice seemed brash, but the way it slurred of his tongue was so gentle...in a way that made him seem strangely humble.

He's unreal, I thought as a wave of shyness came over my body in reaction to the sight of him observing my sacred parts, urging me to quickly close my legs. However before the skin of my thighs could smack together, George pulled them back apart, revealing his cheeky smile.

"Ah-uh."

A tingling pink hue scattered through my face when I realized that he was mocking me from our little Marlboro situation. The sass of that man.

George didn't waste a second re-entering his finger into my seeping twat, following that slow, steady rhythm he had performed just seconds ago. He knew exactly where to hit. Every dip and protrusion of his experienced feeler that rubbed against my sensitive walls shot pulsing signals through my body— and catapulted me into a fucking orbit. My stomach caved in as I tensely watched his finger disappear in and out of my pussy, each time coming out shinier than before. My front teeth sank into my bottom lip in attempt to hide restrained whimpers that escaped my mouth...until he snuck in a second finger (it wasn't sneaky at all) with a wet kiss to my clit. Unable to bear the dilated size and girth of his two fingers alone pumping into me so sweetly, my head flew back and I started let every gasp and moan he triggered spill shamelessly from my lips. I couldn't tell if he wanted me to beg for mercy...or serve me by satisfying any desires and fantasies that I wished. George was so alluring...so complex. I loved it.

"Yes...thats it, love, don't hold back. Am I makin' you feel good?"

He knew what he was doing. He was fully aware of the dramatic effects he had on my body, but he just wanted to partake in toying with me further. George's thick accent that bled through his vocabulary only turned me on so much more with each syllable rattling my core—making it so much more harder to choke out words, therefore I only nodded my head obnoxiously to satisfy his question.

"Mm-mm, I need to hear you. Let me hear how good my fingers make you feel. C'mon...", he encouraged as his tall frame draped over mine; long strands of chocolate hair gracefully tickling my hot cheeks. As he serenaded my soul with his words, his fingers were gradually fucking my insides faster and faster, each stroke producing a raunchy squelch that became more and more audible. Torpedos of pleasure repeatedly shot through my body with each time George flawlessly curved against my G-spot, never missing a beat. Finally, I folded my neck to desperately look at his eyes which were keenly observing every facial and bodily reaction that was fingered out of me. His staggering orbs then peered into mine, hassling me to give him that audible closure he yearned for, as his locks shuddered from his jerky movements. I managed to to cry out one more shaky moan before panting out,

"Yes Mr. Harrison, it feels so good. I want you so bad...I want to come all over your fingers. Please."

George plastered an appreciative smile on his face in attempt to mask the fact my pleading and name-calling had drove him fucking feral; the suffocating protrusion in his pants making it evident already. His right hand crept down to the band of my undies, retracting it so it would audibly slap against my skin. His eyes shot up to mine.

"May I?", he questioned as he continued the fiddling of my intimates.

I bobbed my head once and with that, he hooked his fingers under the east and west ends of my panties and sluggishly pulled them down to my ankles, slick rubbing off on my thighs on the way down. George took his time enjoying every twitch and squirm of anticipation that ran through my legs, subconsciously swiping his tongue over his lips several times before I was finally free of any restraints. His attention shifted to the wall clock for a brief second before returning back to the helpless—dressless—woman that was now naked and ready for him.

"Sorry, love. Im going to have to make this quick", he says before flashing a smirk.

Why?, I thought as I turned my head around to try and look at the clock, however my thought was mercilessly pushed away by George's wetness invading my eagerly displayed pearl. My teeth almost immediately captured my bottom lip at the surging pleasure that quickly dispersed through every nerve that claimed my system.

Boy, did he have some magical tongue.

George steadied himself by setting his hands on my jerking hips as his tongue flicked heavy stripes and circles around my clit—every motion erupting huffs, moans, groans, and squeals from my core to the edge of my lips. And with every lewd sound and dirty prompt that shamelessly spewed from my mouth, a groan, hum, or chuckle from him followed...each one a wet vibration to my clit. His encapsulating eyes flicked up second after second to capture every reaction that was sucked so graciously out of me. Every once in a short while my eyes would meet his, and I could tell this man was enjoying every jerk and squirm my body made, every cave and expansion of my stomach, every pant I heaved like a dog in heat, every direction my eyes would turn whenever he hit a particularly sweet spot....he made sure to absorb everything. While my hands were desperately trying to grab something for support, they just so happened to meet George's messy mop, tugging tightly until it urged a groan from his lips—and an addition of two fingers inside of me.

"Oh god..." , I whimpered as the mixed sensations of Georges gentle kisses and licks to my jewel and his skilled digits rhythmically pumping inside my heated walls pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I watched tentatively, noticing how between kisses his gaze would shift constantly between the hot sloppy juices that exited my body and coated his fingers, and the priceless facial expressions that morphed my face...almost like he struggled deciding which view was better.

"Right there..?, he cooed with his mouth hung open, being entranced by the image before him and wanting more of it. I helplessly nodded my head as he continued to course his curious muscle around my clit, pleasantly tossing it around and sucking it occasionally with his pillowy kisser. With a few more bumps his fingers had flawlessly pressed to my G-spot, that all-too familiar sensation started creeping up from the depths of my core like a volcano, as I felt the earth-shattering eruption overwhelm my body.

"George..!", I cried, squeezing his left hand that still rested on my waist—which was now elevated a few inches off the piano—I experienced a high I've never done before. Patches of color and patterns masked my vision in a striking haze as I bared the painfully-sweet orgasm that possessed my body.

Damn, all he did was eat me out.

Once I recovered, I fluttered my eyes open to see George below me—messy hair, flushed cheeks, and...wet clothes? I quickly scanned the area and noticed the piano speckled in a water-like fluid, along with my own clothes.

Oh.

Once I realized what George had evoked out of me, I shot upwards and closed my legs shut, hands flying to my mouth in embarrassment.

"My, where are your manners?", he mocked once again with a stupid smile tweaked in his lips, standing up straight to uncover my bashed face with his hands.

"Don't act so posh now, you devil."

He mumbled something sultry under his musky breath before dipping his head in for another kiss, however before the edges of our lips could meet, a parking vehicle catches our attention from outside the window. Our heads turn simultaneously as our eyes slowly track a familiar figure strut out of the car and closer to the studio building.

It was Ringo.

#george harrison #george harrison smut #the beatles #the beatles smut #60s

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year ago

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(WIP) Music Monday Tag | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @thesingularityseries

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

I'm hungry like a wolf I bleed like a wolf I'm lost and I'm lonely I hunger for you only Don't leave me now, don't break the spell In heaven, lost my taste for hell Taste for hell I'm hunted like a wolf I feed, I feed like a wolf I'm lost and I'm lonely I hunger for you only Don't leave me now, don't break the spell Into the wild with me, Into the wild

Under the stars Pull yourself from the tar Black lakes were glistenin' Use your hand to stop the ripplin' Now we're still again, so we're setting fires Burn the rest, crawl on the pyre Watch the smoke fill the air The dark ain't goin' nowhere I, I'm waiting for the slow waxing and wane I'm watchin' for that soft lunar decay The night can't hide you Or the dark that comes too

Sleep with me, worship me Pray like I'm your god Find the light in my voice Treat us like It's blasphemy, pray we don't get caught Let me be your only choice Confess to me I'll be your judge Promise I'll condemn Question your belief in me I'll deny you of salvation I'll be the reason you repent Kiss me like I'm a conviction Beg for divinity in my breath

Couldn't wait to see you from another side I was on my way, you on my mind So we, we talk it out again I was hoping we could keep our love on side Couldn't lose a friend, couldn't decide We say we need talk again So oh, I don't mind anytime of day is fine Wishing that I'd never kept it bottled up I was half alive so long Now my love is lost A lonely show And I know it's sad to see you in another light to me still I wait for your call but you're not there anymore

Listen, sad puppy breaks my heart, he gets to break yours too, so I'm not alone :D

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @strafethesesinners @strangefable @unholymilf @purplehairsecretlair @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @madparadoxum @voidika @macs-babies @florbelles @theelderhazelnut @harmonyowl @cassietrn @aceghosts @shellibisshe @jillvalentinesday @clicheantagonist

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vintageshanny · 2 years ago

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Officer Presley and the Librarian - Part 4 - Sensitive Spots

Writing Prompt: “Do it again. Please.”

Content: Big Daddy Elvis, oral sex, gets a little filthy but still a lot of fluff too, 18+

As always, I appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs. Let me know what you think. Link to series page is at the bottom. 😘

The whirr of the air conditioner kicked in, causing your eyelids to flutter open. What time was it? A glance at the clock on the bedside table told you it was just past noon. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept this late, but it had been an…intense night. Intensely passionate. It started replaying in your mind. After you had handcuffed Elvis and worshipped every inch of his body, he had insisted on pleasing you, even though his body was not quite recovered.

“M’sorry, dear, Little Elvis has had quite a day…he seems to be napping,” he murmured with a little embarrassment as he knelt over you on the bed, using his fist to try to wake the sleeping giant. You gently reached out and patted his soft member. “That’s okay, he deserves some rest, all snug in his blanket,” you smiled. Elvis smirked at that, a little blush spreading over his cheeks. “My mouth is ready for action though, honey, I’ll tell ya for sure,” he whispered as he leaned down and started kissing and sucking on your neck. “Mmm,” you moaned, arching your back a little so he could wrap his arms around you and unhook your bra. He pulled the straps down, removing it from you and tossing it to the floor. “Baby, you’ve got the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” he gently kneaded them with his fingertips, making the flesh there jiggle. An embarrassed little giggle escaped your lips. “And the prettiest pussy,” he said, leaning down and spreading your legs apart so he could get in between them. He ran his fingers softly over the patch of hair and down to your lips, spreading them apart. His face was so close that you could feel his warm breath against your most sensitive area. A little shudder ran through your body as his fingers slid through the moist folds. “Look at’chu baby, jus’ glistenin’ for me,” he spoke lowly, the vibrations of his voice entering right into you, causing arousal to just pour out. “So wet, jus’ from the sound of my voice,” he sounded pleased with his abilities. “Mmm, daddy, don’t tease me,” you begged. “I’ll give you jus’ what you want, honey,” he leaned even closer and lapped up your arousal with his tongue, causing “Oh, Elvis,” to reverberate through the room. “Baby, it just drives me wild to hear you scream my name like that,” he cooed into your pussy. He started a full-on assault with his tongue, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, holding you open for him as you squirmed from the intense, overwhelming pleasure.

To your surprise, he just kept going after you came the first time. “I know there’s more in there for me, baby,” he whispered when you tried to push him away. “Jus’ relax, let me take care uh you good, honey.” After the third orgasm, you were shaking so hard you could barely speak. “El-El-Elvis, I c-c-can’t, that’s too, that’s too much, i-i-it feels too good,” you managed to gasp out, tears rolling down your cheeks. He finally pulled away, rubbing his hands soothingly over your shaking legs. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked, wiping the tears from your face. “Y-yes, I just, that was just, wow,” you rambled almost incoherently. “I feel the same about you, honey,” he smiled. “Just wow.” As he grabbed some tissues to wipe off the glistening sheen you had left on his face, you noticed Little Elvis was standing at half mast, his head just slightly visible from inside the foreskin. “I guess he couldn’t stay asleep through all that?” you grinned, motioning to him. Elvis chuckled. “Well by tomorrow, he should be good and ready for whatever you got planned,” he winked. He took some pills from his bedside table and swallowed them. Seeing the concern on your face, he explained, “These jus’ help me get the rest I need, they’re all prescription, no need to worry.” He kissed your forehead and settled back into the pillows. “You gotta work tomorrow, baby?” he mumbled, sounding very sleepy. “No, the library’s closed on Sunday.” “Good, I’ll have ya all to myself then,” his voice trailed off at the end. The sound of his gentle snoring eventually lulled you to sleep.

A little shiver ran through you, and you weren’t sure if it was the cool air of the room or the events of last night. You snuggled in next to Elvis’ thick warm body. He was like a furnace emanating heat to keep you warm. He stirred a little bit in his sleep, throwing a heavy arm over your body. It felt so comforting to be this close to him, to have him literally wrapped around you. Then the doubts started to creep back in. What are you doing here? Letting yourself fall for this man? Waiting to have your heart broken? Last night had felt so intimate that it scared you. The way he took delight in your pleasure, the way he soothed you and wiped your tears, it all felt so much like you had made love, not just the casual sexual thing you assumed he did all the time. Maybe you should go before it got too deep, before your feelings for him crossed the point of no return. You decided to take a shower and clear your head a little bit. Gently pulling yourself out from underneath his arm, you got up and headed for the bathroom.

As the warm water ran over your body, you managed to calm yourself down a bit. You’re having a good time with this man. Just keep having fun and see where it goes. Don’t let the past sabotage everything. You vowed to have a fun day and not overthink every little thing. Well, you vowed to try your best. You started humming to yourself, wondering what Elvis might have planned for the afternoon, when you heard the bathroom door open.

“Baby? What are you doin’? Are ya tryin’ to leave me again?” he asked in a sleepy little voice. “N-no,” you responded, peeking your head out of the shower. “Don’ lie to me, honey,” his tone sounded a little dark, making a nervous pit form in your stomach. “I’m sorry, I was thinking about leaving when I got up, but I calmed myself down,” you tried to explain anxiously. “I’m just nervous about all this, how fast it’s moving, how I feel about you…” your voice trailed off. Elvis’ ears perked up at that. “How do ya feel about me?” he asked, moving closer to the shower. You considered how to explain this without saying too much or getting flustered. Then you sighed and decided to just be honest and let the chips fall where they may. “I, um, I know it’s so soon, but I really felt something last night. I feel like maybe I’m, um, falling for you,” your voice was a whisper by the end, your eyes closed, afraid to look at him and see his reaction. Elvis tried to suppress the huge smile spreading across his face. He slipped out of his robe and stepped into the shower with you, wrapping his arms around your trembling body. “I think I’m falling for you, too,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear. You opened your eyes and stared into his, searching to see if he was telling you the truth. “Baby, I know you’ve been hurt before, I can tell, but ya need to jus’ stop tryin’ to run from this and trust me when I tell ya how special you are to me. What ya did last night with the handcuffs and kissin’ me all up and down my body, well, I don’ let just anybody make me feel, uh, vulnerable like that.” “Really?” you blushed. “Yes, really. I told ya, honey, I feel such a special connection to you. My sexy little librarian.” You put your hands on Elvis’ shoulders and pulled him down into a passionate kiss, the water running over both of your bodies.

“Speaking of being sexy and vulnerable,” you awkwardly tried to segue, “there is something else I wanted to try with you.” “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” Elvis raised an eyebrow at you. “I’ll show you when we get back in the bed,” you teased. “Well, what are we waitin’ for, then?” he turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you. “You giggled as he led you back into the bedroom, and you gently pushed him down onto the bed. “Lay back against the pillows,” you instructed. “Before we start, tell me where you’re gettin’ all these sexy ideas from,” he said with a gleam in his eye. “Well,” you said a little embarrassed, “sometimes the girls I work with talk about their, um, boyfriends, and what they do together. And I guess I’ve been waiting for someone I feel comfortable with to try those things.” You could feel your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “Hmm, so I’m your guinea pig for all your naughty fantasies,” he chuckled. “You’re not a guinea pig,” you laughed. “You’re just the special man I’ve been waiting for.” “I like the sound of that baby,” he said with a big cheesy smile. “So what are you gonna do to me this time?”

“Well, I heard there is a very sensitive spot on a man that will drive him crazy if you touch your tongue to it,” you whispered. “What spot is that, baby?” he asked, his breath growing rapid with anticipation as he watched you remove your towel and climb up on the bed next to him, your naked bodies brushing against each other. You shrugged a little bit, too embarrassed to say it out loud. “Can I just show you?” Elvis smirked a little bit, “You can just show me this time, honey, but you need to work on using your words. I know you got a lotta words floatin’ around in that big brain of yours.” You blushed as you reached down to Little Elvis, gently caressing him with your hand before you moved it lower. Elvis gasped a little bit as you fondled his balls and then reached underneath them to brush your fingertip lightly along the stretch of skin between his balls and his tight puckered hole. “This is the sensitive spot I want to lick,” you whispered as Elvis moaned at the touch of your finger. “Damn honey, you are a nasty lil’ girl, aren’t ya?” he breathed out. “Only for you, daddy,” you said, your face flushing a bright red. You continued gently rubbing him with your fingertip, watching as Little Elvis grew harder and harder in front of your eyes. “Has anyone, I mean, have you, um, can I do that for you? Can I make you feel good like that, baby?” you asked nervously. You wanted to ask if anyone had ever licked him like this before, but you were afraid to hear the answer. “Honey, I think maybe you could do whatever you want to me,” he said with his eyes half closed and filled with lust.

You moved down between his legs and put your mouth on his leaking cock, while still running your finger across that smooth little patch of skin. After swirling your tongue around the bright red tip of him, you then moved lower and ran your open mouth across his balls. “Goddamn,” he moaned out as you kept moving lower. Once you reached that special sensitive spot, you pushed your tongue against it, licking it up and down. A high-pitched cry came pouring out of Elvis’ mouth as his legs trembled around you. “Are you okay?” you whispered nervously. “Do it again. Please,” he begged. You ran your tongue over his skin again while you wrapped your hand around his cock and moved it up and down. “Oh, fuck!” he yelled out as his hips bucked up. You wondered what would happen if you just went down a little bit more… You grabbed his thighs and opened them as far as you could, moving your face down to his hole. You wrapped one hand back around Little Elvis as your tongue darted into that tight little space. “Oh, goddamnit baby, fuck, holy fuck,” a string of expletives left his mouth as his entire body shook under the spell of your tongue. You could feel his cock pulsing in your hand and you knew what was coming. You quickly moved your head up so you could catch his warm load of cum in your mouth. You sucked him dry as he moaned out your name. “Oh, baby, fuck, you are amazing honey.” He caressed your hair as he finally started to soften inside your mouth.

You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before hopping out of bed and going back into the bathroom. “Where ya goin’, honey?” he called out. “I need some toothpaste or mouthwash or something,” you replied, finding a bottle of Scope and sloshing some around in your mouth. “Oh, why? Was it, I mean, you d-d-didn’t like that, or w-w-was something wrong?” he stuttered out nervously, feeling a little embarrassed. You spit out the mouthwash in the sink and walked back to the bed, holding his face in your hands. “Baby, no, I loved making you feel good,” you said, staring into his eyes. “My friends just said you’re supposed to wash your mouth out after doing that,” you explained. Elvis smirked a little and said, “I guess that makes sense. These friends, sweetheart, do they really exist? Or is this just you trying to hide your naughty side?” You laughed a little bit and blushed. “No, of course they exist. I’ve never, um, I’ve never done anything like that before,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands. Elvis laughed and pulled your hands down. “Darlin’, you are so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he teased, causing you to blush even more. “Let me tell ya somethin’, honey, I’ve never had anyone do that ta me before. I’ve never felt that good before, I’ll tell ya for sure,” he said, pulling you in for a kiss as your face lit up at that revelation. “I just love making you feel good,” you murmured into his soft pillowy lips. “The feeling’s mutual, baby.”

Elvis stood up and grabbed his robe, wrapping one around you as well. “Let’s go downstairs and get some breakfast, honey,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he tied the front of the robe for you. You looked down and smiled at the monogrammed “EP” on the front of the robe. It felt like you belonged to him now, which excited you more than you wanted to admit. “Breakfast? It’s almost 3:00 in the afternoon,” you said with a quick glance at the clock. “Yeah, it is a little early for breakfast, but that’s okay. You really made me work up an appetite with all this love-makin’,” he teased and swatted your behind as the two of you headed downstairs, lacing your fingers together on the way.

Thank you to these lovely ladies for all the support and encouragement: @whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen @ellie-24 @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @from-memphis-with-love

#elvis #writing prompt game #officer presley and the librarian #officer presley #big daddy elvis #sexy #elvis x reader #elvis fan fic #i love this man

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tabitha42 · 3 months ago

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The Wizard's Apprentice - Chapter 53

Saffron is just a lowly apprentice with barely a successful firebolt to her name. So what chance does she have with the arch mage she's slowly falling in love with?

Gale x Tav, slow burn, eventual smut

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The evening had been spent planning their infiltration of Moonrise. Halsin had to remain at camp, being the only one of their group that couldn’t pass for a True Soul, and he was quite happy to stay and rest with Thaniel. The others decided to split into two groups - Saff, Gale, Wyll and Karlach would try to talk their way in as True Souls, while Astarion, Shadowheart and Lae’zel decided to see if they could find a way to sneak in. It was best to cover all their bases, they decided.

Saff spent some time with Halsin and Thaniel after that, attempting to trigger the vision again, or perhaps see something else that might give her some answers, but nothing they tried helped. Eventually she gave up and headed back to her tent.

She was intrigued to find what appeared to be an illusion of Gale standing outside the door.

“Good evening!” he greeted with Gale’s usual cheery manner. “I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale.”

Saff looked at him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes slightly as she tried to figure out exactly what she was looking at.

“Programmed Illusion?” She asked, but he shook his head.

“Not quite, but a good guess. If I were a Programmed Illusion, I would simply be following a predetermined script, and I would not be able to respond to you like this.”

She hummed in thought as she stroked her chin.

“Major Image?”

“Another good guess, but no. Gale is quite too far out of range for that one.”

“Too far out of range…” she murmured to herself as she went through the possibilities in her mind.

“Simulacrum?” She suggested, but quickly spoke again before he could reply. “No…” she said, reaching out to touch him, and finding her hand passing right through him. “You’re not physical.”

“Indeed. Simulacrums also possess all the original’s memories and personality, whereas I possess only a portion of his.”

She smiled to herself as she mused that the illusion clearly possessed the portion of his personality that enjoyed games like this.

“Oh! I know!” she gasped suddenly in excitement, “Project Image!”

“Correct!” he said happily, touching his nose with one finger as he pointed at her with the other. “Though an imperfect casting of it, given the limitations the orb and the tadpole have placed on him.”

“Still looks pretty convincing to me,” she complimented.

“Ah, yet you saw through it immediately, did you not? A perfect casting would be almost indistinguishable from the original.”

“Maybe I should be glad it’s not indistinguishable,” she considered. “I wouldn’t want to think I was speaking to Gale, only to find I was speaking to an illusion. Anyway, speaking of speaking to Gale, you mentioned an invitation?”

“Ah, yes! Simply follow yonder path, and you will find him,” he said, gesturing to a path leading into the trees. It was a path she’d walked many times before now, leading to the clearing they often did their lessons in.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile and a nod, then turned to follow the path, as requested.

As she headed down the path she wondered what Gale had planned for them both. Perhaps it would be similar to their night together in the Underdark. He knew she’d been struggling with the constant darkness in this place, maybe he’d created another illusion for her. She couldn’t deny, she’d quite welcome that right now - even an illusion of the sun was better than no sun at all.

She stepped out into the clearing to find the illusion he’d created, but she’d never expected anything on the scale of what awaited her.

Instead of the ever-present darkness that hung in the sky, a great starscape stretched out above her. Auroras shone amongst the glistening stars, bright and beautiful. It took her breath away, so much so that she almost didn’t notice Gale sitting on a blanket ahead of her, illuminated by magic, arms reaching up as he perfected the illusion above them.

As she approached he lowered his arms and looked up at her, a fond smile on his lips. She returned the smile and sat down next to him.

“I love this time of night. There’s an almost reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you’d almost believe the dawn will never break. The cradle of eternity. The timelessness of lovers… that most beautiful of fantasies.”

She met his eyes at those words, her heart melting when she saw the way he looked at her.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, leaning in, losing herself in his eyes. He lifted a hand and gently brushed his fingers over her cheeks, sending shivers of excitement through her at the tenderness of his touch.

He leant in and closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. She lifted her hand and rested it on his chest as she felt the gentle, loving press of his lips against hers. They’d had so little time to dedicate to each other with everything else that had been happening, and even the times they had spent together since arriving here had often been somewhat rushed, or perhaps more lustful than loving. Not this time though. This time she could feel all his emotions in that kiss. The way his fingers so gently brushed over her cheek and ran through her hair. The way that even when they parted he stayed close, resting his forehead against hers. The way he held her, as if he never wanted to let go…

She opened her eyes and pulled back to look at him. Only now did she see the anguish in his eyes as he met her gaze.

“Gale?” she whispered, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

He winced and sat up from where he’d been leaning back with her. She sat up with him, watching as he looked up at the stars with a deep sigh.

“Tomorrow we head to Moonrise. Tomorrow… we may find the heart of the Absolute. And I will have to make my choice,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“What…? I thought you’d already made your choice,” she asked in disbelief.

“I had. But… it is so easy to refuse your fate, when it is so very far away.”

He closed his eyes for a long moment, before opening them again.

“I have no desire for Mystra’s forgiveness. I would be quite happy living the rest of my life never speaking to her again. But… what if there is truly no other way? Malitas believes Mystra commands this because she wishes me dead, but I am not so sure. Perhaps I am being naive, but I don’t think we can discount the possibility that my using the orb is the only way to defeat the Absolute. And if that is the case…”

He closed his eyes again, steeling himself against the thought of what he must do.

“If that is the case, then I will not sacrifice the world to save myself. If that is the case… then this may be my last night alive.”

He looked up at the sky, a distant look on his face.

“And if this is the last night I have, then I want to spend it under a canopy of beauty and wonder. Not under the darkness Shar would shroud us in…” he said wistfully, staring up at the stars.

“Gale,” Saff interrupted firmly, taking his hands in hers and bringing his attention to her. “This will not be your last night alive. We’ll find another way, no matter what it takes.”

He smiled softly as he reached his hand up to her cheek.

“Always so optimistic. One of the many things I love about you,” he said fondly, before his expression shifted to one more serious and he lowered his hand to hers. “But life is not a fairytale, you know that as well as I do. Not everyone gets their happily ever after. Plenty before me have had to make the ultimate sacrifice for the good of the world, as I’m sure plenty after me will too. We cannot ignore the fact that the threat we face is great enough that this may be our only way to defeat it. And if that proves to be the case… then I don’t want to squander my last night alive.”

“Gale…” she whispered, her voice cracking. He could feel how tightly she was holding his hands, hers shaking slightly as she clung onto him. “Please… don’t think like this… there’s always another way…”

“Saff,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Believe me, I don’t want to do this. I want to live… with you.” His voice began to crack now as he started to think about everything he wished for, everything he longed for, that he might never get. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake every morning by your side and fall asleep every night with you in my arms. I want to come home every evening to you and share everything with you. The thought of not being able to do that, the thought of leaving you behind, alone… it breaks my heart more than I can say. But if that is to be our fate, then I wish tonight to be special. To be worthy of my last night with you. To experience as much as we can of that life in one night.”

She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to hear his words, refusing to believe that could be the case. He wouldn’t have to do this, they’d find another way, there was always another way…

Wasn’t there?

She thought of the books she’d read, both fairytales and real stories, told by those who’d lived them. The countless adventurers who had saved the world over the centuries. In fairytales there was always another way, but in the real world…?

Gale was right. Life was no fairytale.

It broke her heart to think about the life they could never have if he had to use the orb. To think how unfair it was that he had to give up everything to save everyone. But if it were to happen, if she were to be left alone, with only memories of him to keep him alive… then she’d want to experience everything she possibly could with him now.

Slowly she opened her eyes and met his gaze. There was so much concern in those deep, brown eyes of his… she couldn’t imagine never seeing them again after tomorrow. The thought made her heart ache, but she tried to focus on the present, rather than squander this time with him by worrying about the future.

“Alright,” she said quietly, her voice wavering. “Let’s make tonight special.”

He finally managed a smile, then leant in and kissed her on the forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered, then sat back again, squeezing her hands in his. “I want it to be perfect. To bond with you through more than just flesh - to bond in the way the gods do, intertwining our spirits in visions of the Weave.”

She looked at him in surprise, trying to understand what he was proposing.

“Gods? Oh, don’t bring the gods into this… I’m no goddess.”

“Oh, you are. Believe me, I would know,” he said fondly. “But forget the gods then. Let this just be about us. What would be our perfect night, hm? After all this is done. I’ve spent so long imagining what we might do, where we might go. Where I would take you were we back home. So let’s imagine it, shall we? The perfect night in Waterdeep?”

The perfect night in Waterdeep… she’d imagined many times what it might be like to return home with him. Her heart fluttered and she managed a smile, despite the tears that threatened to fall. She nodded, and he returned the smile, then stood up and offered her his hand once more. She wiped the tears and took his hand, standing with him.

“The scene is this…” he started, turning and lifting his hand. As he did so, her eyes widened as she felt a charge of Weave in the air and the world around them shone white. As the light faded, she found they were standing in what appeared to be a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, and even more books were piled up on the floor. Paintings adorned the few spots on the walls that weren’t taken by bookshelves, and sculptures nestled in any gap they could find. She spotted a desk, covered in parchment and papers. Candles dotted the room, casting everything in a soft, orange light, while gentle piano music danced in the air. There was no doubting where this place was - Gale’s tower in Waterdeep. She felt a rush of warmth as she looked around. It was beautiful. Even the knocked over piles of books and haphazard stacks of papers made the place feel loved and lived in.

“You and I stand in the room that is the centre of my universe,” he said as he began to walk forward, one hand ahead of him as he finalised the illusion, the other hand still in hers. “The sculptures, the paintings, the walls enlivened by the spines of a thousand books,” he said, gesturing proudly to his home as he walked forward with her. “The grand piano plays the Lliirian Suites all by itself, and as we look out beyond the arches that lead to the terrace, we see the weary sun take its daily dive into the sea.”

She gasped slightly as the doors opened up to reveal the waterfront that stretched out ahead of them, the water glistening in the sunset.

“Gods…” she whispered in awe as she walked up with him to the edge of the balcony and leant on the railing. “It’s… beautiful…”

She allowed herself a moment to take in the sight ahead of her, before glancing back into the room behind them, now bathed in sunlight.

“Is this really what your tower is like?” she asked, looking over at him.

“It is indeed,” he said happily, leaning against the railing.

“It’s incredible,” she whispered, before a slightly sad smile came to her lips. “Though it could do with a few plants,” she said softly, trying to sound as if she were playfully teasing him, though she couldn’t stop her voice wavering at the realisation that all the things going through her mind, the idyllic fantasy of living here with him and calling this place her home, might never come true.

“Yes, you’re right,” he said with a nod, his voice also wavering just slightly. “Then it would be perfect.”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment, both trying to push away the creeping reality that threatened to shatter the fantasy they longed for. Saff eventually leant into him, resting her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and they both looked out to the sunset. They stayed there together for a long moment in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

“It’s even more beautiful than in the mountain pass,” Saff whispered eventually, deciding she wanted to lose herself in the fantasy just a bit longer.

“You think so?” he asked, glancing down at her.

“I do,” she replied firmly, looking up at him. “The mountain pass was amazing. But this, this is…” she trailed off slightly, looking out again as she leant into his chest. “This is home,” she whispered, a longing in her voice. Everything about this place felt perfect, felt right, even if it was just an illusion.

She felt him squeeze her tightly at those words. Though he said nothing, she could tell how he was feeling in that moment. Delighted that she’d want to live with him here, distraught that she might never get the chance.

“Home. Yes,” he said softly, as if trying to remind himself there was still a possibility he’d be able to come back here at some point. “You know, this balcony is my favourite spot. Many times, evening turned to night then back to daybreak once more while I sat there, lost in words,” he said, turning to nod at the bench behind them.

“I can see why… I would do the same,” she said wistfully, then finally moved away from him to go sit down. She looked up at him with a smile, wordlessly beckoning him to join. He met her smile with one of his own as he walked over and sat down next to her. As he did she noticed the small table next to where he sat.

“What’re you reading now?” she asked, nodding to the book that sat on the table.

“Ah, this one is called ‘The Art of the Night’,” he said as he leant over and picked it up. “It details the first thousand nights of a newly wed king and queen.” He looked over at her with an excited smile. “They turned everything they did into an art. The art of taste. The art of conversation, time honoured and newly acquired. The art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. The art of the night itself.” He looked at her now with a twinkle in his eye. “I say we take a page from their book.”

She looked at him in curiosity, still not quite understanding exactly what he was suggesting.

“Can I see?” she asked, nodding to the book.

“Of course,” he said, handing the book to her.

She wasn’t quite sure what to expect when she opened it, but it certainly wasn’t what she saw. Her eyes widened as she read through and began to understand what Gale was proposing.

“Are you able to do this?” she asked, looking back at him. This level of magic was well beyond anything she could ever hope to cast.

“Yes,” he answered confidently. “It is not the sort of thing I can do all the time. This whole illusion is not something I’m able to do all the time, but for tonight, for you, I can,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

“You don’t need to do all this just to impress me,” she replied, her voice soft as she met his eyes.

“I know. Believe me, I know,” he said firmly, taking her hand in his. “You have stood by me through thick and thin. You have seen me at my lowest and stayed by my side. You have proved your love for me time and time again. I do not do this because I feel I need to impress you - I do this because I want to open myself to you, to show everything to you…”

He leant in and lifted his hand to her cheek, cupping it gently as he looked into her eyes.

“This may be my last night alive, my last night with you… and if it is, then let it be worth a lifetime.”

Her heart fluttered as she looked into his eyes, and finally, she nodded.

“A lifetime,” she echoed, leaning in to rest her forehead against his. He closed the gap and kissed her, holding her close for a long moment, before pulling back.

She met his eyes, then looked down at the book. Quickly she flicked through, til she found the pages she’d seen mentioned in what she’d read. Two handprints, one on each page. She glanced up to him to check she’d got it right, and he nodded, shifting back slightly on the bench to give her room to place the book down. She did so, then rested her hand on the page closest to him. She felt a charge of weave as her fingers began to glow blue, which intensified as he placed his hand next to hers. Their eyes met once more, a spark of connection, a flurry of warmth and belonging.

She felt him take her hand, but when she looked down, it wasn’t her hand that she saw in his. Not quite. She looked up again to see Gale, not the way she knew him, but ethereal. Not his physical body, but his spirit, his very essence. As he leant back and floated upwards, she let him take her with him, feeling suddenly weightless as the two of them ascended into the sky. She looked down, seeing their bodies still there on that bench as Waterdeep faded away below them, and soon they were surrounded by endless stars.

The view around them took her breath away. She’d never seen anything like it, never even imagined ever being able to feel like this. He floated next to her, holding her hand in his, smiling as she took in the beauty around her.

Finally she looked over at him, feeling like he was her grounding in this otherwise impossible place. Were she here alone she’d be lost, scared… but with him, she knew she was safe.

She pulled herself towards him and cupped his cheek.

“It’s still you, isn’t it?” she asked, looking at the blue, spiritual eyes that looked back at her.

“It’s still me,” he assured her, cupping her hand in his.

As their hands touched she felt a spark pulse through her, a familiar warmth, a familiar love. It reminded her of the moment they’d spent in the Weave together, how she’d felt so completely in touch with him, lost in him, his feelings melting into hers until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. And now as he leant in and kissed her, she felt it again a thousandfold. A bonding of not just bodies, but souls.

He leant back enough to meet her eyes again, and when he spoke now, the words did not come from his mouth, instead she heard them in her mind, his voice soft and delicate.

“When you wake, it will be back at our camp. Back in our small, dirty, bloody patch of existence. But stay with me now. There are endless worlds out there. Countless ways to declare love. Infinite ways to express it. Too much for one night…”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers now, as they had done so many times before.

“...But we shall try.”

He caught her eye for a moment, a smile on his lips. She could feel his excitement, his eagerness to share his world with her.

He looked over as he lifted her hand with his and she followed his gaze. His fingers traced her skin, sending waves of tingling sensations, like ripples on the surface of water… until finally he dipped his fingers in.

She gasped at the feeling of his hand merging with hers, becoming one with hers, the ethereal blue of their hands now shining a bright white. It was like she could feel him within her, not just physically, but… more than that. So much more than that. She leant her head back, shuddering slightly, getting used to these new sensations that ran through her. As her eyes closed she felt his lips on her neck, his hair against her skin, the familiar touches of physical love weaved with the unfamiliar warmth of the astral.

She felt his hand on her thigh, lifting her leg, and as she bought her head forward, their eyes met. There was a moment between them, a silent question, a confirmation that she still wanted this. With an excited smile she nodded, and as their bodies came together all semblance of coherent thought melted away.

She fell apart in his arms, in his warmth and his care, in everything that he was. She gave herself to him, as he gave himself to her. She was a great ocean and he the moonlight that danced on her surface, the sun that dived deep into her depths. They were the wind in the leaves, the cascade of the river, the sunset over the mountains. They were the singing of birds and the flutter of butterflies, the twinkle of stars and the gleam of auroras. The ripples of their love became waves in the endless sky and together they lit up the stars.

Somewhere, where physicality met spirituality, she felt his hands over her body, the strokes of a hundred fingertips. His lips left kisses that echoed through her mind, through her soul, an endless melody. As his kisses reached her mouth and she kissed him back, she gradually began to grasp the magic around them. She raised her arms and wrapped them round his shoulders, every brush of skin and hair feeling like a blossoming warmth inside her. They parted from the kiss and their eyes met once more. She saw not the familiar brown of his, but she didn’t need to - she could feel him there, around her, within her, part of her. And, she knew, he felt the same.

A smile came to her lips as she felt a breath on the back of her neck, despite looking at him in front of her. She glanced to the side to see another Gale, then to the other side to see another.

Show off, she thought playfully.

Are you not impressed? He thought back.

You already know the answer to that.

She fell into him once more as he dived into her. More hands, more kisses, an intertwining of body and soul, lost together in the cosmos. Every thought, every emotion, touching the edges of infinity.

The stars shone as the symphony inside her built to a crescendo. Somewhere she hoped Gale was feeling the same, and somewhere she knew he was. She held onto him tightly, in every way she could, riding the waves of their pleasure as far as they would take her, higher and higher and higher…

Finally they crested the peak and together they soared on wings of starlight.

#gale #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav

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mccek · 2 years ago

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I feel like a alien in my own land

And though I’m grateful you saved me

The homies hating me lately they can’t relate

They think it’s fake the way ya grace has just shaped me

My neighborhood's crazy

Just like a baby I’m trying to cradle it in my own hands

And Lord knows I’m knowing I ain’t the Savior

But the least I could do is try to lead ‘em to him

And we are so broken in our behavior

But imagine what we could do if my people knew Him

When I never had nothing the hood was there

But I didn’t have nothin’

I couldn’t care

Then I met the risen Christ

And was given life

So now I’m living life to give ‘em life

What, I shouldn’t share?

Betraying the homeboys I wouldn’t dare

But if I say I love ‘em gotta tell ‘em the truth

The followers follow us

And then get swallowed up by the same game

That swallowed us it’s obvious we failing the youth

Huh

You see that Ruger in his hand glistenin’?

That little shooter thinks you’ll love him if he busts for you

But you were just using him for your ambitions

And he couldn’t see nothin' because he trusted you

He gave his life for your hype

He’s doing life for a stripe

And you won’t even write bro a kite

You need the lil homies living wrong to get it on

That’s why you ain’t the one that’s trying to fight for what’s right

For real

Hope you listen I ain’t dissin’

I’m trying to plead with you

And every rellie that’s in it done got some influence

The lil’ homies is listened to what you feed

If you

Said it he did it ain’t no coincidence

The big homies raised us to die for em

On the other hand it was Christ gave His life for us

They said that love’s earned

So we would ride for em

But God loves with no return

Somebody lied to us

REAL HIP HOP 😉

Wednesday vibes Pt.76 (2)

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scots-gallivanter · 3 months ago

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FIVE

Whaur glistenin’ sands lay streikit

Ablow the sunset sky

Noo a wan wide sea is reestin’

An’ the yammerin’ sea-birds cry,

An’ a wheengin’ win’ rings eerily

I’ the salmon nets oot-by.

DOROTHY MARGARET PAULIN, Solway Tide (1936)

THREE SHAGS SLOPE about the scarred strand, and godwits graze along the wrack line. Were it not for the former MoD factory beyond the shore, Powfoot village might be a beachcomber’s paradise but, after an explosion in the 1960s, tons of rubble were dumped over the barbed wire to be slowly sculpted into something else by the waves and winds.

The better of the two beaches has an intertidal dyked paddling pool, and there were stake nets there for centuries, but they too are gone. In the 1980s, when I was jobless, I often pilfered flounders from their mesh. The fishermen only wanted salmon and left a few flounders – poor man’s plaice –flip-flopping in death’s anteroom for me to scavenge. I was told they were stuffed with Vitamin B12. They weren’t for the gourmet, but they’d do until my giro came.

Today scintillating swifts skim the sea, like a shoal of tiny hovercrafts, whimsical in their synchrony. We hear golfer’s clubs clanking in their caddy on the links beyond the gorse. Gone are the many visitors who once disgorged from trains in Cummertrees a mile away, for the seaside or to relax along a string of ornamental man-made lochs. Nowadays there’s a circular walk among the mature trees and shrubs that colonized the silted-up waterway. At Cummertrees stand the only Edwardian three-storey houses of their kind in Scotland, a reminder of the local gentry’s plan for a ‘Blackpool of the North’ at the beginning of the 20th century. The lost resort.

A sanderling sings a sea shanty, and waders twitter and tinkle to the phantoms of the firth beside a tar-boiled lane flatter than Holland. The scrubland crackles. A tractor shooms past Killers Wynd, Priestwood and Howcreek. The wind often howls across many miles of sea to these parts where pink thrift blooms, but it’s down to a whisper this glorious day. There are no verticals: just sea, sky and infinity in a dizzying dazzle, past where salt-panners once laboured.

When travel writers William Daniell and Richard Ayton passed by on their Voyage Around Great Britain in 1814, they came upon Powhillon, a cluster of a dozen mud huts.

‘Yet in these miserable hovels I found the people exceedingly decent in their manners, with their minds improved and refined by education...highly civilised, intelligent, and moral,’ wrote Ayton. ‘There was not a man or woman in the village that could not read and write, nor a single hut without a book.’ Powhillon is now a farm owned by the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust.

We reach Brow Well, a former spa immortalised by Robert Burns, who came here to bathe and take the mineral waters, a prescription that hastened his death. He was thin as a rake, gaunt, shaky and weary when he visited Ruthwell manse for tea. The minister’s daughter, Agnes Craig, reportedly, offered to draw the curtains to keep the sun out of his eyes, but the bard replied: ‘Let the sun shine in upon us, my dear young lady; he has not now long to shine for me.’

When he was 12, the author Allan Cunningham saw the bard return from Brow to his house in Dumfries, and wrote: ‘The ascent to his house was steep, and the cart stopped at the foot of the Mill-hole Brae; when he alighted, he shook much and stood with difficulty; he seemed unable to stand upright. He stooped as if in pain and walked tottering towards his door: his looks were hollow and ghastly, and those who saw him then expected never to see him again.’ (James A Mackay, Burns Lore of Dumfries and Galloway, 1988)

The Southern Scottish Counties Burns Association runs an annual service at the Brow Well to commemorate his passing. The Brow Inn, where Burns stayed for three weeks, was demolished in 1863.

We make for Ruthwell church, not to say our prayers but to rewind to the golden years of the kingdom of Northumbria –and a remarkable piece of Christian heritage, an ancient Anglian cross that bears the earliest extant piece of written English, the 18-foot tall, eighth-century Ruthwell Cross. When the church is closed the key is kept in a blue box outside the adjacent bungalow.

In 1640 the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland denounced the cross as an idolatrous monument. It had survived the incursions of sea-rovers, but Reformers viewed it as a Papish totem pole to be vandalised and dumped. However, a succession of forward-thinking ministers saved it. Gavin Young broke it in three and laid it in a pit in the kirk, and the congregation sat on it for a century and a half. Then along came the Rev. Duncan, who reconstructed it and erected it in his glebe. Later the Rev. James McFarlan stopped it being moved to Edinburgh by knocking part of the church wall down to hide it. There is a piece of it missing, alas. Robert Nicol, the parish minister in the 1980s, told me he lived in hope that someday he would pop into someone’s byre and see it above a door being used as a lintel.

Visitors come from around the world now to see the cross, and to stop at the Savings Bank Museum. For Duncan founded the world’s first savings bank in Ruthwell in 1810. The TSB planned to shut it down and move it to Edinburgh in 2022, but there was a successful protest.

Seventeen saltpanners were swept to their deaths in a flash flood in 1627. Thirteen bodies were recovered and were buried in Ruthwell kirkyard.

#solway #munitions #Powfoot #cummertrees #brow well #robert burns #Ruthwell #reformation

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legendtraineremily · 1 year ago

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Snowy Wasteland:

A Star Wars Parody Carol of “Winter Wonderland”

Sensors ping, are you listenin’?

In the halls, ice is glistenin’

There’s Walkers in sight,

We’re fighting tonight

Hiding in a snowy wasteland

Gone away is the Death Star

Here to stay is a smuggler

He sings a love song

As the Princess leads on

Hiding in a snowy wasteland

In the meadow we can ride a tauntaun

And pretend his outside doesn’t smell

We’ll patrol a lot with Mr. Tauntaun

Until a giant Wampa wants a meal

Later on, we’ll conspire

To bring down the Empire

And face unafraid

The escape that we made

Hiding in a snowy wasteland

#star wars #nerd stuff #parody song #christmas carol #original content

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abysshearted · 2 years ago

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@cursedstar hehes in continuing the pain

laying in the other's arms, kaeya couldn't help but just roll into dainsleif, his heart racing as he tried his best to see through the fog that was his abyssal pain. ocean blue eye glances up at the bough keeper as he let out a soft sigh and shook his head.

"you... don't have to keep that promise... i know you have other things to do than watch over me." he mutters, fully knowing the fact dainsleif keeps bumping into the traveller and aids them in their search for their lost sibling.

his gaze drops to the ground, the diamond in his eye glistenining from the tear that formed. "i'll only hold you back." he whispered to himself, hoping dainsleif never heard that.

#cursedstar #` ⭒ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⸻ a life of deception at its finest #` ⭒ ✦ 𝐈. 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 ⸻ destiny will never release the soul #if you thought i wouldn't continue this #you're mcwrong

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avatar-anna · 2 years ago

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A Nice Surprise

so...no one asked for this, but i'm in a domestic!harry mood

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“Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin,’ in the lane, snow is glistenin,’ a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight…” Y/n hummed along to the song that had been playing on the radio just seconds ago in her car. She always found Christmas carols ironic, seeing as most of them were about white Christmases, winter wonderlands, and the joys of cold weather when it was barely cold enough to see your breath outside in Los Angeles. Winter wonderland or mornings out on the water to surf, she thought the songs were catchy and did a pretty good job of getting her into the Christmas spirit.

Unlocking the front door of her house, Y/n stepped inside and hung her keys up on the hook on the wall. After work, she’d gone out to buy gifts for her family. She had a list of everything she needed to get in her purse, and happily scratched off each one when she found it. Y/n didn’t usually like shopping for herself, but there was something satisfying about knowing exactly what a family member wanted and going out to find it. And now that she had a daughter, she couldn’t help but feel smug as she picked up the last doll in the store that all the other moms wanted to purchase for their daughters as well.

Speaking of daughters, she looked down at her belly. Y/n was barely showing, and she still feared that something would go horribly wrong. Even with all the modern advancements in medicine, pregnancy and giving birth could still be so traumatic. Not to mention that this time around she would be having twins. The news was certainly cause for celebration, but Y/n would always worry, would always think about possible outcomes until Harry distracted her.

Her doctor told her everything looked perfect at her last appointment, and Harry consistently told her not to worry, so she tried to be positive, which was easy when her two daughters were around. The thing that kept her mind at bay the most was cuddling Harry and Simone, her oldest, on the couch and watching a movie while baby Colette slept soundly against her chest, and maybe taking a walk along the beach, too. Though after being on her feet all day, Y/n felt like skipping the walk and settling for just watching the sunset from the deck chairs on their back patio. Sometimes Y/n wondered if she and Harry were even ready for one new baby let alone two, but those thoughts were fleeting, and it was easy to let them go when Harry was more than excited about her having twins.

As Y/n walked through the house, she realized Simone didn’t seem to be home. She, along with the two dogs, was always the first person to greet her when Y/n came home, but she only got the two dogs today. Curiously, she walked further into the house after sufficiently petting her dogs. At the faint sound of music and finding little candles leading upstairs, Y/n really began to wonder what the hell was going on. Following the candles all the way to the door of her bedroom that was slightly ajar, she tentatively walked inside.

“Harry! What the hell are you wearing?”

Nothing. He wasn’t wearing anything, the only thing keeping him looking decent being a small Christmas gift that left very little to the imagination. Y/n had turned around when she saw him, her cheeks flaming red. She had been ready for a relaxing night huddled up on the couch with her daughters and husband, and now it seemed Harry had very different plans for tonight.

She could practically hear his grin as he spoke. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before. How do you think you wound up pregnant three times?”

Harry loved how flustered Y/n got when either of them tried to “spice things up.” After having Simone at such a young age, enrolling her in school, and their conflicting schedules, and with Colette currently not sleeping through the night, both of them found it a little harder to find time to be truly alone, so they took liberties where they could and seized opportunities when they had the chance.

There was a rustling on the bed that told Y/n Harry had got up from it, and then he was right behind her, his hands landing on her shoulders to turn her back around. Looking up into his face, she saw that he’d gotten a haircut sometime today, the sides a little shorter than they were this morning. It made his features look more pronounced, his jaw and cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. Opening her mouth to comment on his little surprise, his haircut, apologize for acting like an idiot, anything, Y/n immediately clamped her hand over her mouth and rushed to the bathroom instead, dropping down to her knees so she could empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. A minute later, Harry was there, holding back her hair and rubbing soothing circles into her back until she was done.

When she felt strong enough, she flushed the toilet and let Harry help her to her feet. Facing him again, she saw that he’d slipped into his robe before coming to help her, which only made her feel bad for ruining his plans, whatever they were. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, walking over to the sink so she could brush her teeth and rid herself of the lingering horrible taste in her mouth.

“What for? You only threw up at the mere sight of me,” Harry joked.

Y/n glared at him for a moment, but once she was done brushing her teeth, she walked over to him and fell into his awaiting arms. “Whoever said morning sickness gets better with each pregnancy is a liar,” she mumbled. Then, looking up at him, she said, “I know you probably had…plans for us, but I’m really tired and I feel gross, and I probably killed the mood just now. Can we take a raincheck?”

Harry squeezed his wife and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, lovey. How about a bath instead?”

He knew that there was a slight possibility that his plans for tonight would fall through, but he had prepared for that. He bought some bath bubbles with a very subtle scent, knowing that anything too strong would make Y/n nauseous, he bought sparkling cider in lieu of wine, and he got her all her favorite sweets. Harry also knew that her mood swings might make her more than eager for his original plans for tonight, too, so he held out hope and focused on enjoying an evening alone with his wife.

Y/n nodded and let Harry get everything set up, more than happy to let him do this for her. It had hit her all of a sudden. She’d been mostly fine all day, working and walking around the large mall a couple minutes away from work to buy presents, but now she felt exhausted, four months of being pregnant hitting her out of nowhere.

Harry helped Y/n into the bathtub and got in behind her so that her back was resting comfortably against his chest. He felt her relax against him, almost purring when he began to undo the braid her hair had been in all day and comb his fingers through it. Grinning, he kissed her cheek and asked how her day was. Y/n told him, her voice quiet as she rested against him, letting his hands soothe her tired limbs. It wasn’t until she got to her return home that she remembered that Simone and Colette still nowhere to be found.

“Harry?”

“Yes, my love?” he replied, kissing all along her bare shoulder and neck.

“Where are our daughters?”

Harry paused for a moment when Y/n leaned her head back to look him in the eye. His grin was a little sheepish as he said, “Uncle Niall took them out for an evening of fun.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at him. “That sounds ominous.”

“They’ll be fine. I just told Niall to take them to a movie and ice cream or something so we could have a couple of hours to ourselves.”

“Oh…okay,” she said before turning to face forward again.

Harry thought her response was a little odd, but he didn’t question it until he heard her sniffle. “Lovey, are you crying?” He was familiar with Y/n’s behaviors during pregnancy, but the crying always amused him. His wife hardly ever cried, so to see her do it at the drop of a hat was definitely interesting.

She sniffled again and raised a hand to her face, presumably to wipe a tear away. “Yes, but it’s just the hormones. I really wanted to see them and then they weren’t here and then you were so loving and it’s all too much so now not only have I ruined your kind gesture by throwing up, but now I’m a crying mess of hormones too.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her as best he could. He pecked her cheek a couple times, one of his hands sinking into the bathwater to rest on her baby bump. “I love you so, so much. Even if you’re a crying mess of hormones, you’re my crying mess of hormones, okay?”

Y/n huffed a small laugh and swatted at Harry’s arm, but his grin only widened. When she finally calmed down, he said, “And if you want, we can call Niall and he can come back early. Just say the word.”

“Yeah?” Y/n asked, and when she looked back at him again, her eyelashes were all stuck together and her eyes were still glassy, but her voice wasn’t wobbling anymore.

Harry kissed her, his thumb brushing lovingly against her cheekbone as he held her face in his hands. “Yeah. Spending time with my girls is one of my favorite things, you know that.”

Y/n smiled, and Harry thought it was the most beautiful thing. “And what’s your favorite thing?”

“Well, you would’ve known if you hadn’t thrown up. I had some pretty great tricks up my sleeve for tonight.”

“Oh fuck off,” Y/n muttered at his teasing, but Harry only gasped at her.

“Babe, you can’t swear! They can hear you,” Harry gasped, and she knew he wasn’t teasing this time.

“Okay, first of all, we don’t know that they can hear—”

“I just know, okay? And I’ve read that even at this stage, babies can—”

“Harry shut up!”

“See, that’s exactly what I’m saying. You can’t—”

Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist and brought it to her stomach. “Harry. Shut up and feel. They’re moving.”

Harry did shut up then, too entranced by what Y/n had said to focus on anything else. The bathroom went absolutely silent while they waited for the babies in her belly to move again, and when it did, Harry gasped, utterly in awe. “That’s—” he tried to say, but he couldn’t find the words.

“I know,” she replied, knowing exactly what he meant. Then, raising her free hand to her mouth to hide her smile, she asked, “Are you crying?”

He didn’t even try to hide it, just grinned and nodded, kissing her over and over again.

They stayed in the tub until the water went tepid. Once they were ready to get out, Harry stepped out of the tub first so he could get a towel for his wife. Y/n grinned at how delicate he was with her. Harry had always been careful with her since they found out she was pregnant, but this was different somehow. Like now that he had felt their babies moving around, her pregnancy felt all the more real.

Y/n normally was more than capable of getting out of the bathtub herself, but with the baby, she didn’t want to risk possibly slipping and falling, so she reached her hand out for Harry to take. She shouldn’t have been surprised when her husband wrapped her in a towel and lifted her out of the tub, carrying her over to their bed. She laughed as Harry set her down as gently as he could instead of playfully tossing her onto the mattress like he normally would have. Still wrapped in her towel and Harry in his robe, Y/n pulled him down to her and kissed him, threading her fingers through his still damp hair. While her hands stayed in the same place, his were everywhere—tracing the sides of her arms, the curve of her waist, even her stomach where he could feel the tiny bump that seemed to be growing every single day.

At one point, Harry shifted so that he was on his back, letting Y/n put her weight on him. Their kiss was interrupted when she heard something crinkle, though, and pulled the forgotten gift from where Harry had laid on top of it. “What is this?” she asked him, eyeing the box curiously.

Harry blushed a little and tried to take it out of her hands. “Nothing. Just—Nothing.”

“Oh come on. Tell me,” Y/n whined, doing her best to pout at him. Harry was a lot better at it than she was. “You can’t keep secrets from me when I’m carrying your child. Children. I’m carrying two of your children currently.”

Harry’s responding look was incredulous. “I can’t believe you just said that,” he said, but motioned for her to open the box anyway.

Leaning in to kiss Harry once, she took the gift and opened it, eager to see what had made his cheeks all pink. Y/n looked at him with raised eyebrows when she peeled away two sheets of tissue paper and saw what was in the box. With two fingers, she raised it up so that it was hanging from her hands between them.

“Wow, you really did have plans for us tonight,” was all she managed to say without laughing.

“It’s not like that,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. “I just know you’ve been uncomfortable sleeping lately and I thought wearing something like that would help, but when I got online, there were so many options and cuts and colors, so I figured I’d make it a little festive.”

“And you love me in red.”

“Yeah. I do absolutely adore you in red.”

Y/n inspected the nightgown closely. It was fairly simple, which led her to believe that while Harry had claimed he wanted something that would be fun for the holidays, she could wear it beyond Christmas too. It was cool to the touch, the satiny red fabric soft under the pads of her fingers. The lace on the bodice looked hand stitched, and she noticed that the tag was conveniently missing. She didn’t like Harry spending so much money on her, but she’d learned a long time ago that he loved giving, that he got a kind of thrill from seeing someone open a gift he’d picked out.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, still running her fingers over the fabric. Y/n was aware of the fact that she was still in her towel from the bath, and suddenly wanted to be wrapped up in the nightgown. Harry had been right when he said she’d had trouble sleeping as of late; she was always too hot and too uncomfortable at night, and she knew that it would only get worse as the babies in her belly grew, but she loved that Harry did whatever he could to ease some of that discomfort.

“Mm,” was all Harry said, or didn’t say.

Y/n looked up at him, only to find that he had a far away look in his eyes. She knew that look, knew that he was most likely picturing her in his gift. “I’m assuming this was a bit of a self-indulgent gift, too.”

“What? No,” Harry said, but they both knew he was lying. When Y/n pressed him with a look, he sighed in mock defeat. “Okay, so it’s possible that I fantasized about you in that nightgown with you on top of me. It’d be bunched around your hips because of my hands,” he paused then and pursed his lips like he had more to say but wasn’t sure he should continue. Eventually he did. “And I may have noticed that you’ve filled out a little in the chest department, so it’s possible that I also imagined you practically spilling out of this thing.”

Y/n was quiet for a moment, taking in Harry’s “possible” fantasies. It was pretty tame as far as those kinds of things went, and honestly, after knowing him for so long, it was not nearly the oddest thing she had ever heard him say. However…

“Chest department?”

“Shut up, I was trying to be polite. You were complaining about them the other day, but I will never ever complain about them. Ever.”

Y/n was only teasing, though. She loved how attentive to every little change her body went through since they found out she was pregnant. And while she’d complained a little about her change in the “chest department,” that was one thing she liked about pregnancy. Aside from the babies themselves, obviously.

Without saying anything else, Y/n stood up and walked back into the bathroom, nightgown in hand. She ignored Harry’s protests and shut the door behind her and quickly got to work.

Y/n fixed up her hair, combing it a little and fluffing it at the roots, hoping it didn’t look limp around her shoulders. Next, she rubbed lotion into the skin of her arms and legs before spritzing a little perfume onto her collarbones. Once she was satisfied that her skin was soft and moisturized, she touched up her makeup that she’d had on all day, cleaning up smudged mascara under her eyes and adding a little more blush to her cheeks. She wanted to look good for Harry, to make up for putting a stop to his initial plans for tonight by throwing up almost as soon as she saw him. She didn’t know how long they had before Niall came back with Simone and Colette, but she figured they could make the most of it.

When she thought she was ready, she slipped the nightgown on and examined herself in the mirror.

Harry’s desires of seeing her spilling out over the top of the nightgown would have to wait another day. It seemed he had bought the nightgown a size or two larger than her usual size to accommodate the baby bump that would continue to grow in the next few weeks. But if she pulled the nightgown tight, she could see her bump through the satiny fabric, and the sight alone left a lump in her throat, tears of joy threatening to spill over her eyes.

Running a hand through her hair one last time, Y/n opened the bathroom door again. Harry was waiting on the bed in almost the exact same position that she’d found him in when she’d come home from the mall earlier. The sight made her sigh and shake her head, but she met him on the bed anyway, eager to make any wish he had come true.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::i also have a blurb about how niall's evening with the kiddos went, so lmk if that's of any interest to anyone!

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