#he is the most prettiest fucking man like DEAR me

[sl0wdiver]

What can I say I see Yassine's floppy hair flopping over his face and I'm sat 🧎‍♂️

[00angelyoon]

mdni!!!

wonwoo hard thots ୨୧

all im thinking about rn is abriding with wonwoo just like imagine him holding onto your hips while he pushes you up and down his defined abs like dear fucking god and your just a babbling mess head thrown back in pleasure fondling with your breasts and hes there just gawking at you praising you like “good girl use me however you see fit”

“make a mess on my abs pretty” “hottest thing ever my sweet” “most prettiest girl ever” and your letting out some guttural fucking moans and hes just edging you on then you lie back a little still riding up and down his abs and you stroke his cock from behind and he lets out the prettiest fucking whimpers and your about to cum and that just does it for you and you make a complete mess on his abs and your just riding out your high on his abs while pathetically whimpering.

and after all is said and done you take some pictures of his abs messy with your cum.

(im such a fucking slut for this man like he could do anything to me)

[theemporium]

Hello my dear!!! So - I know your requests are closed for now, but I just had to tell you I am OBSESSED with your Danny Ric x Sunshine series, and I had a thought for once they’re open again… I know that Sunshine isn’t famous or anything, but what if she dated someone who was/is before she started dating Danny (ex. Joe Jonas)? Like maybe they were childhood sweethearts or something, and her ex shows up at the Miami GP as a musical guest or something and Danny goes FERAL and protective of Sunshine? I just think it would be so cute and fluffy 😍🥰

you are a cutie🥹thank you for requesting!!! i changed it a wee bit but i hope you enjoy! and sorry for making you wait so long🫶🏽

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It wasn’t unusual for there to be famous faces dotted around the garage during the race weekend. 

Daniel was used to it and, if he was being completely honest, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing familiar faces around the paddock, talking and chatting with them and meeting new and old fans alike. He was a social butterfly and he thrived in these situations, even if some drivers found it a little distracting or stressful when they were trying to get on with their jobs. Usually, Daniel loved it.

Except when these celebrities couldn’t seem to catch the hint.

You were gorgeous. Hell, in the eyes of Daniel, you were the prettiest human to ever walk the goddamn Earth. He was obsessed with you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. You were his sun and his life revolved around you and your love. He pinched himself every day that you chose to be with him, to love him, to be his forever partner. 

However, it seemed one of Red Bull’s recent garage guests didn’t seem to catch the hint that you were not single nor were you ready to mingle.

If he was being honest, he didn’t know who the guy was. He had heard from a few team members that he was some big, upcoming actor that most of the world was going crazy for but Daniel didn’t care. He didn’t care if the man was the biggest name in the world. He was going after Daniel’s girl and he didn’t like that one bit. 

Most guests tended to stick to their guided tours or near the back so they were out of the team’s way, yet this actor seemed to have gravitated towards you. He had been blatant in his attempts with flirting and chatting with you, going as far as leaning on the table you were currently working on until it became near impossible to continue with your job. He could see the discomfort in your face, could see the way you were getting progressively more annoyed and, despite knowing you could handle yourself, the last thing he wanted was you to be on the frog page after punching the douche in the face (even if it would've been well-deserved in his eyes).

“Got a problem here, mate?” 

The man—his name was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to care to remember—turned away from you to look at the approaching driver. “Hey, Daniel, right? Huge fan. You’ve got a great team here.”

“Yeah, the best of the best,” Daniel said as he slided in behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder as your body relaxed under his touch. “Sunshine here has the best brain you could ask for in Formula One.”

The man’s gaze slid back down to you, his lips twitching upwards in what you assumed was meant to be a charming smile. “So, your name is Sunshine?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Daniel beat you to it.

“Ha no, I can call her Sunshine,” he said with a massive smile on your face, one that would leave the people around you and out of ear shot to believe this was a happy conversation. “You can mind your own fucking business.”

The man’s face immediately soured. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a guest, courtesy of Red Bull, and that is the only reason I’m not dragging your sorry ass out of the paddock,” Daniel continued, stepping a little closer so you were leaning back against him. “Now, you can leave now or you can sit in the back of the garage like a good dog and leave my girl alone to do her work. What’s it gonna be?”

“You can’t talk to me like that,” he insisted with a scoff. “Do you know who I am?”

“No, but I don’t really care. You’re on my turf right now, and what I say goes. If I don’t want you here, you’ll be gone with a snap of my fingers.” Daniel stated so casually, like his whole body wasn’t humming with the desire to just punch the guy in the face. “Piss off now.”

You had barely waited until he was gone before you spun around in your seat, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Are you taking lessons from Max or something? That felt very Mad Max-coded.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I was teaching him a lesson.” 

“No, you were jealous and it was hot,” you corrected with a grin as you reached towards him, your arms winding around his torso. “But thank you. I was two seconds away from throwing my laptop at his head.”

He laughed as he leaned down, hands gently holding your hair back as he kissed you. “Always here to be your knight in shining armour, Sunshine.”

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[yongislong]

staring + dreamies.

genre: when you catch the dreamies staring at you hehe, fluff, suggestive but not rly pft

note: hiiiiii... how yall doinnnnn.... :D

mark... genuinely cant help it LMAOO he cant!! he just needs to look at you sometimes. brings him a lot of comfort. you have also gotten used to him spacing out and looking your way while you just sit on your phone or laptop. his hand finds itself onto you hair/head every once in a while. is so considerate so he would for sure fix your mascara, lipstick or pick off an eyelash if he "saw something on your pretty little face" hehe. used to get flustered when you caught him staring but has grown more confident and you've grown used to him needing a glimpse of your profile huehuehue

renjun... wants to memorize you!!!!! corny yes but dear god he has to have you down to memory! he knows he's never letting you go but it's inevitable for him to want to drink up your expressions, pores, spots and individual hairs. likes to watch you in your natural habitats. has always said that your concentration face is the cutest thing he's ever seen. all of these things come in especially handy when he can't sleep. he's drawn you a million times. he has sketchbooks soley dedicated to you and your face pfttt. when you catch him staring he just smiles really brightly! so cute.... does a cute little "hiiii" too AHHHHH

jeno... what a shy manly man omg... would get a kick out of watching you be cute and cooking or stuff. very domestic! likes looking at you because he really think you're the prettiest most gorgeous and lovely person on earth, effortlessly! is honestly just staring in awe. traces your nose bridge whenever you lay on chest. mutters "wow..." a thousand times under his breath. will end up missing big scenes in movies because of this HAHA, you think it's endearing but you're also like!!! jen please watch katniss literally destroy president snow lol i promise it's more interesting (he disagrees)

haechan... oh boy. he is so annoying about it oh my god lmfaooo. just does it to fluster you and sometimes he just can't help but look at you though. likes to pinch your arm to get your attention in order for you to look back at him HAHA, especially when he's doing it because he wants to give you a compliment, "well hello there pretty, come here often?" likes kissing your cheek (and neck) after they get dusted pink. pokes your cheeks when he staring too, just a big cheek guy imo!! peppers you in smooches, gets flustered when you catch him sometimes... especially if he's looking at you from across the room. sends you a smile

jaemin... oh my god he just loves your face its actually so sickening! like ugh!!! he loves watching your mouth move, v enticing lol. his hands subconsciously find their way to to your lower lip. his hands always land on your thighs as well lol. looooves to stare at you in the morning or when you're sleepy because your puffed out face is the best thing to him. whenever you catch him, he is so confident, especially when you question him about it, he's like "why can't i stare at my gorgeous partner... freak.... you can't just look like that and expect me not to be obsessed with you" so sassy... but is actually so genuine sometimes it almost makes you cry

chenle... GGAAAHHHHHH so cocky!!! but it hits different because he will stare you down so hard and will lean in super close and run his eyes all over your features but when you look his face breaks out into the cutest little whisker smile in the world, just for funzies, mumbles out an exasperated "...cute......" mostly does it to fuck with you but it's a win win for him tbh, but won't admit it. is always staring at you because he can, but also because he always wants to make sure you're safe esp in public. has mastered understanding your facial expressions and tics.

jisung... "nothin... you just looked cute." simp nation. is actually more confident than he lets on. you realize this when he leans down to cover what you're looking at after he's been staring and not realizing it. yknow what i mean? like he's so tall so if he's watching you make breakfast or something and he's been staring for a while, he would bend down to have his face within your line of vision. what a cutie lol. you always pull his cheek when you catch him staring and he has to pretend he doesn't like it all while he's smiling and giggling AHA. likes to stare at you because he has to remind himself that you're real and that he has you all to himself <3

oh ma goshh hiiiiii haha ummm im still getting used to writing blurbs and headcanons again so sorry! was watching hunger games while writing this so HAHA, enjoy! i missed you guys!

[lumilovessmut]

My Messy Girl

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Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Trigger warnings: Smut (18+), slight choking, daddy kink, office sex, slight exhibitionism, p in v, established relationship, name calling: love, sweetheart, slut, dear, wifey, baby, mama, few mentions of breeding, slight pervert Nanami.

A/n: Hello my lovely readers! It's your lumi 🧡 So I thought I'd give you guys something special cause my hiatus is supposed to end around May but since you readers would want something I'm making this, I hope you guys will love it too 🧡 As always striving to make better quality fanfics for you guys. It would be really helpful if u guys can join my Instagram account also. I'll leave the link below, ty 🧡🧡🧡

Word count: 0.86k

Upload date: 10th March, 2024

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Everybody knows Nanami Kento was a clean freak. But if anyone were to see Nanami right now they would be astonished. His office is a mess, the papers on his desk is in a disarray, his couch is messy, and if it were normal working hours right now, everyone would have heard your pathetic, melodious moans. But the most surprising factor of all would be, the fact that Nanami Kento, the NANAMI KENTO is so messy right now that it is both a sin and a boon to look at him. He has you, who only came to deliver his dinner because it was very late and he may stay in the office for more hours. But the moment Nanami saw you, his world blurred and only your presence was worthy of his attention. The dinner you prepared in the cute bento box didn't matter only you did.

Everything was a blur, Nanami has been eating you out for more than what seems like eternity, his tongue laps at your entrance and he fucks his saliva into your hole, like a thrifty man in the desert he keeps sucking all your juices. The bridge of his nose serves to be a good spot for grinding your clit, Nanami was in heaven. "Baby, have I ever told you- fuck that you taste like the nectar from heavens? Yeah, keep going, just one more baby, just- fuck one more please darling, make a mess! make a mess, sweetheart I'm just a mess for you down there." "Nanami pleas- I-I-I can't n-no mor-nghhh please no mor-eek! Gonna ah! Gonna cum! Nanamiiiiiii!" "Don't worry princess cum, just like that mmmmmmgh, fuck you taste heavenly, keep cumming, mmmmm." Nanami, keeps tongue fucking you till you calm down, once he comes up from between your legs, you see the most breath taking view of your life, disheveled hair, your juices running down his chiselled face.

"Wanna taste yourself baby?", he comes and kisses you, "understand why I like your cum so much? Hmm? Answer me baby?", "Yes", you could hardly answer him, he looked too ethereal for you to comprehend anything else, without much thought in mind you brush the baby hair stuck to his forehead. "Wanna be come my Messy Girl?" Nanami suddenly asked you and to say you were shocked was an understatement cause you knew he hated messes yet here he his asking you if you can be his messy girl. You nod yes cause after all who would say to no to him?

The only thought your head is filled with is Nanami and the only thing your cunt is filled with is his cum and dick, he has been fucking you practically everywhere in his office, on his desk? Check. On his office sofa? Check. On the glass window looking down the city? Check. His thick girthy cock, throbbing with veins and his pretty flushed red tip banging at your cervix was bringing you closer to heaven than even death can bring you to. "Baby imagine someone were to notice us fucking like horny teenagers? Hmm? What would they think when the most polite person, the most beautiful- fuck, the most sexy person ever on earth is getting laid down in such a dirty, dirty, pathetic way? Scream for me my love, louder I want the whole city to know who is fucking you, who owns the most prettiest slut in town. You drive me wild babyyyy, I can't seem to stop thrusting into you even if I want to, my body craves for you my soul aches for you, without you I'm nothing- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum in yeah again, yeah? You like the sound of that? Does my wifey wanna become a mama? Yeah? Fuck Oh! Feels so good c-can't stop g-gah mmm fuck can't stop, focus on me baby, focus on me on my-aaah! On my thrusts cum with me, I said cum with me- Aaahh fuck fuck FUCK!! OHH feels tooo good baby."

You cum on his cock on command, your mouth opens in a silent scream, throat raw from screaming and moaning his name, your ears are ringing and your thighs are all sticky with cum and arousal, your eyes are rolled back into your skull and your back is arched beautifully, thick cum shoots inside of you one last time for the day, he slowly removes himself from you, your legs shaking like a lone leaf on a tree in winter. "Darling, don't let my cum go waste yeah?" He says while pulling up your panties which were ruined already due to your arousal. "Nanami? I-I'm tired." "I know baby I know, don't worry I'm here just you rest while we leave for home." He kisses your head and slowly lifts you and his work bag and goes to his car making sure you are well covered. The ride home is silent and peaceful, Nanami glances at you every now and then at your sleeping face. Once he stops at the red signal, he slowly takes the hand which he was holding and kisses it while saying, "Thank you my treasure, the only mess I love is you and only you.

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Thank you guys for making it to the end of another fic :)

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Until next time 🧡

Luv ya guys

[yourstrulyrika]

happy new year people. i disappeared for some time but i was farming for my babygirl ruan mei. also i have the biggest hungover so sorry if my fic below’s gonna be a bit rusty…?? but anyway!!

just look at her. i need HER

bdkdbdkdbdj!!! anyway to the actual smut now

characters — ethan winters, leon kennedy, chris redfield

type of fic — headcanons!! (i will write a proper fic one day no worries)

today’s topic: riding!

warnings — fem!reader, besides that none, it’s mostly comfort sex of some sorts because i looveee it, but there’s just a bit of angst in Leon’s and Ethan’s parts. mostly in Leon’s. also spoilers for re8.

Re8!Ethan Winters

— okay hear me out. after the whole village thing this man became PARANOID. who wouldn’t really? let’s assume you’re in place of Mia. he’s always over you after that, overprotective is not strong enough of a word. and you, being his beloved, couldn’t watch him stress himself into oblivion. and that’s where the idea came.

— at first, Ethan was a bit surprised. he’s a total service dom, of course he agreed, but you never really proposed this idea. not that he doesn’t like it!!

— so when you started peppering kisses all over his face, cupping his cheeks and kissing his pretty features, he let out the prettiest moan you ever heard. it straight out sounded *angelic*. and that just confirmed how excited he is beneath all this anxiety. you’re not even riding him yet, and he’s already the prettiest mess <3

— but when you actually took him inside? he’s sure he got *blessed*. that’s what he is. blessed. totally lost his mind the second you took him whole. and when you start moving? dear god, he’s so quick to cum, he’s a little embarrassed. but you comfort him and tell him it’s okay <3

— during the whole thing though, he’s always holding you. he’s never ever separated from you, nope, always holding your hand, or his hands on your hips, cupping your breasts or pretty cheeks and kissing all over you, just like you did to him <3 sex with Ethan is always so comforting to both of you. also, Ethan totally adores tits. like he loves your titties, no matter the size. just a thought <3

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy

— okay hear me out. i picked vendetta Leon because this man needs love. i genuinely love vendetta Leon so fucking much.

— he’s always so tired, doesn’t want to do a thing even when you’re around, he doesn’t even propose sex anymore. he feels *guilty*, like he’s neglecting you, but he’s just too tired to be his dominant self. he needs a break, and some love, desperately. and you plan on giving him just that

— he’s not sure why you stick around him. why you still love him when he’s a total mess. when you ask him to let you ride him, he didn’t know what to say. it wouldn’t be the first time, no, but it’s just— something in his mind. why would you want to do that? did you pity him? is that what this is about? but then you kiss him. and he agrees instantly, melting into the kiss.

— he actually got so hard when you straddled him. when you fished his cock out, it was already throbbing against his stomach. you started with showing love to him (and his cock), and he quite literally started tearing up. he needed this, even if he didn’t know that earlier. he’s not making much sounds, but you just know he loves it.

— he wanted to instantly return the favor but you made him just sit prettily and take it. he reluctantly agreed. when you start riding him, god, he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman. an angel, his angel. just watching how your pussy takes his cock, swallows him whole (no re4 pun intended btw), your juices mixing — it makes him lose his mind. he actually takes a bit of time to cum, and you know, Leon IS observant . so when he notices you growing even a bit tired, he takes control and guides your hips. no denials, nope, you’re being guided, end of discussion.

— when he cums, it’s inside you, vulnerable tears leaking down his cheeks. you kiss all of them away, and Leon smiles for the first time in eternity. he’s so grateful for you <3

Re8!Chris Redfield

— HAVE YOU SEEN HIS TITS? HAVE YOU SEEN THEM TITS????? dear god im feral for this MANWHORE!!! he is a slut. a whore. himbo.

— when you proposed riding, he was like yeah okay, because he’s a hard dom, okay? he’s a dom. he’s controlling the place even when you’re on top. you’re still *under his control* when riding him. and it’s fucking hot. if you want him to be sub, tie him up. that’s the only way btw.

— anyway! when you actually start riding him, his hands NEVER leave your hips. gripping them so hard he leaves bruises, makes you bounce hard on his dick just to see your body bounce. specifically your tits. if you’re doing reverse cowgirl though? dear god he loves it. loves slapping your ass, loves watching it jiggle. it either has to be ass or tits, he’s always appreciating one of them if not both. depends on how you ride him.

— his head is buried in your chest/shoulder, lets out the hottest grunt there dear god. it’s muffled by your skin, but it makes *you* cum on the spot. he just chuckles, praising you and calling you his pretty girl. also. he knows you love when he rubs his beard against your skin — he does just that. he loves making you clench around him, makes him feel powerful.

— so we all agree that Chris is HUGE right? Like 8 inches or 9. (this is literally the most, more than 9 inches would actually hurt you. remember that big cock is not everything !!! too big hurts !!! smaller don’t!!) also he’s fucking thick. fills you up so well. doesn’t matter if you’re chubby, skinny, whatever, he makes a belly bulge every time. and he ADORES IT. he cums on the spot when he sees that. and the amounts of cum he spills out? he fills you up like you’re a cream puff. filled with cum that if he pulls out, you’re leaking it down your thighs instantly. and he’s so proud of himself!

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sorry guys, had to disappear for a while </3 back to farming honkai i go. wish me luck, i have the biggest fucking hungover after new years eve ahhh. ALSO! ETHAN AND CHRIS NEED MORE SMUT. PLEASE. IM DESPERATE DIDBFKDB i love all ethan and chris writers lemme gimme u a kiss. happy new years again btw!!

[helaelaemond]

Before The Storm - Aemond x sister!reader

Pairing: Aemond x sister!reader

Word count: 3.6k

this was the second winner in this poll / osferth fic that also won the poll

Summary: Alicent and Otto have decided that Aemond will be used to broker an alliance with House Baratheon. As the only unwed adult child of Viserys, First of His Name, a betrothal with Aemond One-Eye is a commodity bound to secure alliances for the wars to come. Fuck the wars to come, though.

Aegon might be your husband and king, but it is Aemond that belongs to you.

Oral sex (male receiving, female receiving), penetrative sex, elements of possessiveness, jealousy, canon-typical incest, slightly nasty sex, little brother isn't so little anymore

Content warning(s): mentions of child marriage/rape (very brief), brief mentions of Lucerys' death

Rating: E

Tag list: @sylasthegrim / @arcielee / @myfandomprompts / sorry I forget who might want to be included

You keep your head down as the Small Council leaves the meeting chamber. Past you walks Lannister and Wylde and Orwyle. Beesbury is dead. Cole killed him, everyone knows it, but Mother protects him. And he protects you, you know. When Meleys had erupted from the depths of the dragonpit, he had shielded you with his body and had been ready to sacrifice his life for yours. He can be a cruel man, but he loves you. Just like Grandfather.

Just like Aemond.

The men in your life are not good. But they love you. Selfish though it is, that's enough for now.

You enter the chamber and find your brothers there, your mother and grandfather, too. Ser Criston keeps his place behind the queen. The dowager queen, that is.

"My dear, sit down," Grandfather says quietly. You take Orwyle's seat opposite Mother. It's strange to see Aegon at the head of the table now. At least he doesn't wear the crown now - it had looked so strange on him.

Aegon and Mother are talking. "... matter which, so long as it's one of them. Let him choose."

Alicent frowns. "It should be the eldest, as is tradition."

Aegon smirks. "And what if the youngest is prettiest?"

"The youngest is but thirteen-"

"Plenty of girls are ready for marriage at thirteen."

"Don't be obscene."

Aegon laughs, and shrugs. "My own wife was not much older."

Aemond taps his finger slowly on the wood of the table. You look at his long hand, his elegant digits, and it gives you butterflies. He hasn't touched you since the coronation, but he's looked. Gods, he's looked.

You slip into the seat next to Grandfather as he watches them talk. Opposite you, Aemond avoids your gaze.

"It should be the eldest," Grandfather agrees. You don't look at anyone but your younger brother, but you listen closely.

"But what if he doesn't like her face?"

"Her face is of no consequence; it's her father's forces we want, as you well know, Your Grace." The sarcasm with which Otto spoke the last phrase is lost on no one at the table. Aegon's expression sours.

"I suppose he can always fuck her from behind if she's ugly," he says spitefully.

Alicent looks down at her lap in despair. "Gods, Aegon."

You stare at Aemond. Understanding what they're talking about makes you want to shrink into nothing, to disappear between the cracks in the floor. Aemond is to have a wife. A wife.

"When do you wish for me to go?" Aemond speaks at last. He looks at Aegon with his own good eye, his expression blank.

"Tomorrow will do." Some of the bravado leaves the king when he shares a gaze with his little brother. "Take Vhagar, not a ship. She speaks louder than any of us."

Aemond nods stiffly. He looks between Grandfather and Mother. "Aegon will have Storm's End, and I will have this girl."

The smile that your brother gives Aemond is more genuine now. When he is truly happy, Aegon is quite pretty. It's a shame he refuses to find happiness, then, for the most part. Perhaps his Flea Bottom girls get to see that smile more than you. "Thank you, Aemond. Truly."

He's punishing you, you think. Your spiteful, inattentive husband is punishing you for finding your own happiness.

No one in the chamber has paid you any mind yet, but when you stand up and the chair loudly scrapes against the stone, all gazes are on you. The pressure of it makes your cheeks flush. Say something. Anything.

"Congratulations, brother," you say stiffly. Not that. "I wish you luck in the wars to come."

You sweep out of the council chamber as quickly as you arrived. Only Grandfather calls your name, but you ignore him. Panic swells in your chest. Only when you arrive back in your chambers od you allow yourself to cry.

"Sister?"

There is a secret passage that connects your rooms to the maze of corridors hidden in Maegor's Holdfast, and over the years, you and Aemond have learned it well. Through a concealed door behind a bookcase, he peeks now.

You sit cross-legged in your windowseat as you look across the city beyond the castle walls. A hundred thousand lights flicker under the night sky, orange against the ink of night. Atop the Hill of Rhaenys, the dragonpit looms mighty and foreboding. Your dragon is in there with Aegon's. Vhagar makes her lair on the coast, or in the Kingswood. She comes and goes as she pleases without restraint.

Aemond walks closer to you.

You wonder where Vhagar is tonight.

"You cannot ignore me forever."

"Why not?" you ask quietly. Don't look at him. Don't cave. "You're to have a wife soon. She will give you all I cannot."

Aemond's long strides bring him to your side in an instant, and he kneels before you. Taking the patch off his eye, sapphire and purple bear into you, you can feel it. It makes your skin prickle. "You give me everything."

"Not everything. I do not give you my hand. I do not give you children."

"We don't know that," he murmurs. "The babe in the cradle may be mine, we do not know."

You sigh. "That's the first time you've admitted that in so many words."

"Perhaps tonight is a time for firsts."

You snort. "Like proposals?"

"I begged Mother, the day she betrothed you to Aegon, to let it be me." He squeezes your hand. "I begged her, and Father, to let us wait until I was older so that I could marry you. You know this."

"You didn't try hard enough."

He kisses the back of your hand, your fingers. "I know. I know. Forgive me, sister. Please, please."

You pull your hand out of his and stand up, flitting over to another window and out of his grasp. He rises to his feet and watches you. He licks his lips and glances down in shame.

"Everything will change, Aemond."

"No. No, it won't."

You hug your arms around yourself. "It will. You'll have a wife." Anger suddenly boils in you. "A fucking wife! And what will I be then? You'll set me aside for some Westerosi bride who will give you trueborn heirs and her father's army and-"

Long strides bring him back to you and he takes your face into his hands. He forces you to look at him. The sapphire glints in the light of the fire. Shadows make his scar even deeper, rawer. "Look at me, sister."

All air has gone from you. You're powerless under him. Your eyes meet his.

"I'm yours, and you're mine. I will never love another as I love you."

"You don't know that, Aemond."

"Only a Targaryen can love a Targaryen." His voice is rich and warm, heat simmering beneath the surface. "That I know."

"For now."

He wraps his arms around you possessively and pins your body to his. He is tall and lean and strong against the softness of your curves. He has his place against you. "Forever.'

"You will swear yourself to a stranger and you will bed her, too. I will have to share you."

"As I share you now," he practically growls.

"That's not fair," you protest. But then his hand is in your hair and pulling it to turn your head to the side. His lips press against the slope of your neck and you bite back a sigh.

"No, it's not fair. Our brother gets to bed you and hold you and kiss you without worry."

"And I hate him for it."

Aemond gently bites over your pulse. "As do I."

"Perhaps when you bring your bride here, you can give her to him as a distraction while you have me."

He moves his lips to your ear and darts his tongue inside to make your knees weak. "You want that? Your husband to give my wife his bastards while I give you mine?"

Your fingers dig into his shoulders. He won't have you that easily. "Is that all I am to you? Some mare in heat for you to breed?"

When Aemond pushes you against the stone wall, you grip his sharp jaw and press until his lips open. When you spit into his mouth, he swallows gratefully. "You're everything to me," he groans. "Do that again."

"Aemond."

"Yes, sweet sister?"

"When you marry her, and when you fuck her, think of me."

His jaw is slack when your hand moves to his throat. "No."

You tighten your fingers slightly. "No?"

"I won't debase you like that."

A small noise comes from your nose that is close to a moan. You fumble with the buckles on his leather jerkin while he pushes your heavy dressing gown off. Underneath, you wear only a linen shift, thin enough for him to see your nipples peak. Since your children have come, your body has been much softer, wider and suppler, than before. You wondered, once, if he would desire you less now there is more of you. But it was nothing to worry about; as the years have gone by, Aemond's need for you has grown more and more desperate.

An addiction.

Before you can even push the leather off him, his hands are clutching you. He runs them up and down your back as he kisses you. His lips and tongue are wet and needy, coating yours with his taste. The pressure of his tongue against yours always makes you dizzy, and when it fills your mouth, you cling onto his waist.

"No one compares to you," Aemond whispers against your mouth. You swallow his moans gratefully.

"I want you to fuck me even when you're married."

The words are mumbled against his kisses, but he hears enough to understand. Letting you go only for a moment, he turns you to press your front to the stone wall, and he traps you against it with his body. Strong hands find yours, and he covers them as he pins them either side of your head. Trapped, all you can do is drop your head back against his shoulder.

"I'll never stop," he promises against your ear. Sharp teeth bite it, and familiar lips press below it. "I can't."

"Good."

"Keep your hands there," he tells you.

You're tempted to disobey him, but you don't want him to stop. His touches are firm down your sides, and when you lean back against him, he presses his hands between your chest and the wall. Aemond grasps your breasts and squeezes them, rolling them in his hands. Between his fingers, your nipples are caught, and the stimulation sends bolts of pleasure between your thighs.

"This is mine," he whispers. His long nose runs up the side of your neck and into your hair. It's so like his, almost silver. The blood of the dragon runs thick. It's in you, and it's in him.

Baratheon blood will not come between you.

"And what is mine?" you ask breathlessly.

Aemond groans softly. He slips so easily into High Valyrian, and the words roll off his tongue naturally. "Mirre yno, mandia. Qogralbar, mirre yno." All of me, sister. Fucking all of me.

"Pār ivestragī nyke emagon jemome, lēkia." Then let me have all of you, brother.

Hearing you speak the tongue of your ancestors always makes him hard. When you were younger and in the same lessons, it had made him blush, and sometimes he had to excuse himself when you practised - especially when you got fluent. How few things change. Except this time, he doesn't leave. This time, he moans out loud.

You turn around and force him against the wall this time. His jacket hangs open, and you fumble with the laces of his breeches. Inside, you find his familiar warmth. "Issi ao qopsa syt nyke?" Are you hard for me?

Aemond drops his chin, pleasure washing over his face. "You don't have to do that."

"Let me," you plead. "You never let me."

"You're worth more than this."

"Jaelan naejot sylutegon ao, ñuha jorrāelagon. Kostilus?" I want to taste you, my love. Please?

"Qrugh." Shit.

And then Aemond's hand is in your hair, and he's guiding your head closer, and you sink to your knees worshipfully. His cock is so pretty, you think. Pink and flushed, a thick vein running up the underside. You trace it with your tongue, a feather-light touch that has him tilting his head to the side. He doesn't let you suck his cock often. Sometimes, you practice on the wooden cock he gave you on your nineteenth nameday. It has a sapphire buried in the hilt.

"Ah, mandia." Ah, sister.

You wrap your hand around the base of him to hold him steady, and your lips seal around the tip. You swirl your tongue around his head; it's impossible to hold back the moan at the back of your throat when you taste the salt of his skin, smell the musk of his body. Tomorrow, a stranger will have claim to this part of Aemond. But for tonight, he's all yours. You suckle on the head and it earns you praise from your little brother.

Not so little anymore.

The taste of him fills your mouth. Your hand strokes his length and you remove your mouth only to gently pull back his foreskin. The tip of his cock is flushed and shining. Looking up at him, you press the flat of your tongue against his slit. His one good eye rolls back.

"Gods, sister."

"Gaomagon ao hae bona, Aemond?" you ask coyly. Do you like that? You kiss down his length, and press him against your cheek in careful slaps. His cock jumps in your hand, and you smile.

When your mouth takes in his balls, he groans and his head drops back against the wall. You stroke him as you suck him, setting a rhythm that he ends up matching with his hips. It's beautiful, the way Aemond lets go with you, how he trusts you. In his most intimate moments, it's you he needs.

"Sister, stop, stop, I'm-"

You release his balls from your mouth, heavy and wet, and look up at him with shining eyes. Gripping the base of his cock, you watch him as he pants and his face constricts. "Come on my face," you tell him with a heavy gaze. "Show me you own me."

He shakes his head. "I can't."

He thinks it's dirty and debasing, he's told you before. But you want his filth tonight. "Please," you beg shamelessly. "I want it, brother. Please, give me your seed."

His cock twitches in your hand. His body wants it so bad, you can tell. The muscles in his stomach are so tense, and his breathing is laboured. He's fighting it.

"I want it so bad," you whimper. You kiss his flushed head, and you lick the seed that has already leaked there. "Please. Please?"

"Sister," he groans.

You're wet between your legs just from sucking him. It's such a treat to be allowed this that you don't know how to be sensible anymore. Suddenly, you kneel up and pull off your shift. You spit on his cock, and with one hand you hold his base hard to stop him from finishing, and with your other you coat him. He's wet, now, when you press him between your bare breasts. Your fingers catch your nipples as you hold yourself, and you open your mouth to lick his tip.

"Oh, gods," he swears. "Fuck, I'm- I'm-! Sister, I'm-!"

He gives you what you want. As he fucks your breasts, he comes with a strangled cry of your name. Seed shoots from him in hot spurts and it splatters across your chin and nose and chest, some sticking to your hair. He paints you, and it makes you feel drunk on love, on power. This is magic of the old freehold, the blood of the empire. He's your god, and you're his queen.

Aemond is still shaking from his orgasm when he falls to his knees and claims your lips in a deep kiss. His seed is passed between your lips and tongues, rubbed into your noses and cheeks. He tastes slightly sweet under the salt, warm and familiar. You fucking love it.

His trousers are still around his knees when he lies on the flagstone floor and pulls you atop him. Now this is a treat that is often indulged - where he is hesitant to let you use your mouth, he is desperate to use his own. He wastes no time in pulling you to sit astride his face. Your knees are either side of his ears, and your thighs are his crown. Whilst his mouth takes care of your cunt, his hands never remain still. When he kneads your breasts, you lean back and brace your hands back on his thighs. He moans so prettily between your legs. You like it best when he licks and sucks on your wet folds but holds his head still enough for you to find a rhythm on his nose.

His perfect nose.

Aemond can barely breathe under you. It's his heaven. You grind down as his lips carefully pull on your folds and his tongue swipes between them, devouring you. His nose catches your clit with well-practiced movements. Long fingers play with your nipples, and it makes you crash around him. Your whole body shakes as you come, the silence of your open mouth scarcely hiding from Aemond how hard he's had you.

After, you undress him and push him onto the bed you've shared with him countless nights before. He fucks you hard. He starts behind you, pounding into you relentlessly, but it's not enough. Aemond likes to watch your face. So then, he pulls your legs to the end of the bed while he stands and fucks you with a hand around your throat. His seed is still on your face and in your hair. In a moment of depravity, he catches flakes of it dried on your skin between his teeth and lets them dissolve on his tongue.

But tonight is about you, too. About reminding him that his wife be damned, he's yours. Aemond Targaryen is your love, your property. And so you pull him on his back and settle on top of him.

"You belong to me," you tell him in a low voice. His cock is red and pulsing as you grind it between your cunt lips. His fingers dig into your sides. "You'll always be mine."

"I swear it. Yours. Please, sister. Be good to me."

When you grind up his stomach and reach behind to hold him in place, he groans again. You hold each other's gaze as you guide him back inside you.

Your heart leaps every time he slots into you like this. It's the one true place that is home. "I'll always be good to you, Aemond."

And then you fuck him, hard. He pulls on your hair and you slap his face, and he drags his nails down your back and you suck on his neck until bruises flower. Proof of your ownership. Proof he's yours.

His high collar will hide it tomorrow, until he undresses. Then his Baratheon wife will see. Perhaps she won't understand, though, if she's a maiden with her virtue. She'll learn soon enough, though.

Only a Targaryen can love a Targaryen.

Neither of you even think about stopping to let Aemond pull out. When he quietly whines your name and his stomach tightens and his chest turns red, you encourage him and chase him into oblivion. He finishes inside you, and you feel his spend fill you. With his cock in you and his fingers pressing hard against your clit, you follow quickly.

You see stars, you see fire, you see storms. You see him.

You collapse onto his chest and sink into a state of nothingness.

After a while. the feeling of him returns. He's soft inside you now, keeping himself warm in the depths of you. His hands are stroking patterns on your back, and his cheek is against yours. You can feel his spend leaking from you. No, you think. Stay inside me, give me his child.

"Stay," you murmur quietly. "I command it."

"I will stay until dawn, if you'll have me." Aemond kisses your cheek.

You nod. With a wince, you carefully lift your hips and he slips out with a wet noise. When you roll off him, his strong arms stop you from going too far, and he hugs you close to him.

"Nothing will change," he whispers after a moment of peaceful quiet. He rests your foreheads together. This close, it's impossible for you to see him properly. All you can really see is the blurry glitter of the sapphire.

"Everything will change, Aemond."

"No," he insists. Sleep is coming for him "I would sooner have a dead wife than one who stops me from loving you."

"Do not jest."

He kisses you sweetly. "It's no jest. You are my priority, always. I will take a wife, yes, but she will never come close to you."

"That does not mean you should joke about killing her."

"It is no joke, sister. If she tries to come between us, she will die."

When Aemond leaves the next morning, Aegon is proud, and Grandfather is hopeful. Even Mother smiles. Only you watch with a blank stare.

When he returns, it is not news of a dead wife he brings you. No wife at all, actually, but a dead nephew.

You have to hide your smile. It is a fair exchange.

[the-fiction-witch]

Good News

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty

Requested: can you also do one where yns father sold her off to Jack

I hummed to myself as I worked in my little patch of the garden, digging and planting little flowers. I saw my father approach and almost immediately I had a bad feeling about this. 

"Good News!" He gleamed, 

"Ohh?" I glared, 

"I have very good news for you dear."

"Oh? am I being shipped back to England?"

"Better."

"You're killing me?"

"Don't talk like that dear, it's good news."

"I stand by what I said." 

"I have found you a husband."

"This is terrible news." I sighed returning to my flowers, 

"Ohh for-" he sighed picking me up from the dirt and forcing me back to the house "You are to have a bath, wash and brush your hair, and put on your prettiest dress to meet your new husband."

"And what if I refuse him?" I asked as he threw me back into my room,

"You will not refuse him, it's already been agreed your dowry paid." he said "Clean. Now," he demanded shutting my door,

"What happened to me having a choice!" I yelled,

"You turn away ten suitors, you give me no choice you're marrying him." 

"UUuuuughhhhhh!" I yelled in frustration, I had a quick back and fixed my hair to the minimum my father would allow putting on my dull blue dress, nowhere near my best dress but I highly doubt this is anywhere near the best man. 

I went out and met with my father outside as he wore his good suit, I held my fan in my hand trying to both fan myself and hide myself from this whole situation.

"Straight." He demanded forcing my back straight, "And smile."

I rolled my eyes and forced a smile for him, 

"That's a good girl" he smiled kissing my head "Where is he?" he muttered, 

Luckily at that moment, the carriage came into view, I noticed immediately it was our carriage meaning Father sent it to pick him up rather than him coming to get me, well that's a red flag. 

Once the carriage stopped my mind ran through with who on earth my father could ever convince to marry me. And then he stepped out.

My eyes went wide, as I saw The Dr Jack Dawkins step out.

He hadn't even dressed up, in his usual attire hell he even still had blood on his sleeves! 

He was the new surgeon in town, we hadn't met yet I had just heard of him in passing and such,

I glared at my father and he just smiled back. 

"Miss Y/l/n" He smiled at me, 

"No." I snapped turning to go inside but my father stopped me and forced me back to my place, 

"Do excuse her Dr Dawkins, overcome with emotion."

"Yes ange-" I began but my father slapped my hand silencing me, 

"Shall we retire to the parlour for the celebratory drink?" he asked,

"That sounds lovely" He smiled, 

My father then forced me to walk with them.

I sat in my chair pouting as they discussed me as if I wasn't here. 

laughing and drinking between themselves, 

"I'll leave you two to... get acquainted." My father smirked before he left the room leaving us alone, 

"So? We're going to get married."

"It appears we are."

"I take it... you're not thrilled about this?" Dr. Dawkins asked,

"Should I be?"

"I thought every little girl dreamt of her wedding?"

"Not me." 

"Alright,"

"What are your intentions?"

"... to marry you, oldy enough."

"Why?"

"Why not? you're cheaper than a maid"

"How dare you!"

"Look, you're a maid, I don't have to pay, live in my house, and I can fuck. This is a win-win for me"

"I will make your life a living hell."

"So would every other woman."

"So you're just fine with marrying an unwilling woman?"

"I'm unwilling, your unwilling, most we can do is make the best of it." 

"And what am I meant to get out of this?"

"You'll be married so your father will stop bothering you, you get out of this house, bragging rights of having a well-renowned surgeon and doctor as your husband and given I work so much I'll barely be home so you can just... do whatever you want." 

"Fine." I sighed I wasn't happy about this but he had a point, my father would stop bugging me and as a doctor, he wouldn't really be around that much. "So you're a doctor?"

"Surgeon yes."

"Let me guess military?"

"Ex-Navy"

"That'll be why father likes you," I sighed, "So you'll be working at the hospital?"

"Six to ten most days." He nods "Eleven to five is all for you."

"Fine, you get days off?"

"If I'm not busy yes."

"time with friends?"

"Friday night down the cat and bagpipes"

"I'll allow it so long as you don't come home drunk enough to be hung over Saturday morning"

"...Alright." He nods

"Do you expect children from me?"

"Four."

"One."

"Three?"

"One."

"Two?"

"I'll allow two."

"Good, one needs to be a boy." 

"I'll see what I can do." I sighed, "One boy one girl?"

"I can find that agreeable." He nods, "social events?"

"Avoid at all costs."

"Well we agree on something." He smirked "You dance?"

"No."

"Thank god neither do I." he smiled "You cook? clean? laundry?"

"I'll cook and do laundry, you do dishes and handy work."

"Ohh no handy work is gonna be your forte."

"I meant fixing things."

"Ohh. Fine Anything you insist on in our home?"

"Give me a garden and I'll stay quiet."

"I can agree to that." He nodded getting up and coming over stroking my face, "Once we are married shall we start working on our baby?"

"I can agree to that Dr Dawkins."

"Just jack buttercup" he cooed giving my lips a soft sweet kiss, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you too" I smiled 

[violet-fluff]

💙 Levi x Reader

Letter from Santa

Yes, I know Levi’s birthday is on Christmas. But to keep this drabble short, I left that out.

Levi never understood why you would be so festive during Christmas. To him, it was just another holiday that would quickly lose spirit after the day is over. But to you, all of December is Christmas.

“What are you doing now?” Levi asks, as he leans against the wall to watch you work away in the mess hall kitchen.

Smoothing out your apron, you pipe frosting onto bare cookies. “I’m making treats for everyone tomorrow. Tomorrow is gingerbread day.”

Levi clicks his tongue with a roll of his eyes. “Gingerbread day? What kind of fucking day is that?”

“Now now, let’s not be a Scrooge.” You say as you try not to let his words get to you.

“I don’t see what the big deal of all this is. Just get someone a gift and get on with your day.”

You pause and turn to look at him, frosting slowly spilling out of your piping as you hold it up. “Are you here to help, or here to complain?”

Levi stares at you for a moment before walking out, causing you to shake your head.

—-

The next day, everyone gathers in the mess hall to eat the cookies you’ve made the night before.

Levi watches as you smile and mingle with the other cadets. “I don’t see the big deal with getting so festive just for a holiday.”

Hanji, your long time friend, swats his arm. “Leave her be and let her enjoy this. It makes up for her not being able to celebrate.”

“What do you mean by that?” He asks.

“Hmm, well Y/N didn’t grow up in the best home with the best parents. She was never able to do anything like this when she was a kid.” Hanji explains.

Levi grunts while sipping his tea. “I didn’t either, but you don’t see me prancing around with glitter and cookies.”

Hanji sighs. “People handle trauma in different ways, Levi. If this makes her happy, then leave her be.”

——

That same night is Christmas Eve, but you are done celebrating for the day as most of the scouts ventured out of base to be with their families.

There’s a knock on your door and you open it to greet Levi on the other side.

“Levi, come in. Did you need something before bed?” You ask with a yawn.

He shrugs. “Just making sure you aren’t out doing some weird Christmas voodoo shit before tomorrow.”

You can’t help but laugh. “No…I did that earlier.”

Levi looks around the room. “What? No letter to Santa?”

You hum in thought as you lazily sit on your bed. “No, I don’t write those anymore.”

“You used to? That’s cute.”

“When I was a kid, yes.” You say sternly but with a smile. “I would write to him every year. I wouldn’t ask for anything in specific, just if he had extra gifts to give if I could have one for being a good kid. I never got anything. The last time I did write to Santa, I did want something. It was a doll I saw in a shop window. It was the prettiest doll I had ever seen and it had a puffy blue dress with sparkles. When I handed the letter to my mom to send out to him, she told me that he would definitely get me the doll if he thought I was a good enough kid.”

Levi noticed you tried to hide your sad smile with a neutral one. “I didn’t get the doll. My mom said I wasn’t good enough that year…” You laugh to fill the awkwardness of the story you just threw onto him. “Anyway, I gave up after that! So no more letters to Santa. Unless you want to write one with me.”

“I’ll pass.” Levi says while feeling guilty.

—-

The next morning, you wake up and see fog out the window. Perfect Christmas weather.

You put on some warm clothes and open the door to head out but stop when you see a box on the ground. It’s a tiny box with a snowflake pattern and a letter pinned to the top addressed to you.

You open the letter to read it.

Dear Y/N,

I would like to personally tell you that you have made it on my nice list. As promised, I have brought you a gift. A token to represent someone with a real golden heart.

From the jolly man at the North Pole,

Santa

Your heart races as you finish reading the letter. You didn’t notice your face hurting from the giant smile going across your face.

With excitement, you open the box to reveal a golden necklace with a heart shaped locket.

A tear falls down your cheek as you gently touch the piece of jewelry.

“Thanks, Levi.”

[fishyvamp]

Deathslinger x reader? I think he'd play with his survivor and edge to the point of overstimulation 🥴

I know who sent this and I know she'll be okay if I tweak this a little, related to this post.

NSFW 18+ MDNI (Deathslinger punishing his "Entity" for neglecting their trials)

Deathslinger didn't know what what to think when he found himself in a room with strange things and a closet so full you must be wealthy... You look so pretty laying there sleeping. His rifle set to the side of the bed as he sat down fingers reaching out to caress your face softly. "I reckon yer the prettiest thing I've seen," he whispers watching as you stirred looking up in a dream induced haze. He was startled to say the least when your lips mashed into his aggressive needy hands gripping the front of his vest holding him tight. Rough boney fingers grabbing at your waist. It felt strange how eager you were to kiss him. Outward displays of attraction was not being something he was lucky have in spades, but here it was you were hungrily kissing him. His body seizing as he hears you whisper the most sinful thing he could think of with someone as attractive as you. "Fuck me old man, fuck me like I'm the last good fuck you'll ever have."

Well when you ask him so nicely, he'll do as he's told flipping you on your stomach, entity given strength more then enough to flip, mentally he was unprepared to learn you slept naked your beautiful sex exposed to him practically glowing under the light of those magic strings that were glowing on your walls his fingers finding your hole twisting and curling he can feel the way you writhe beneath him clawing like a beast at your sheets as you had been so willfully unprepared. Your moans like a wild animal in heat as you fight to stay still. Deathslinger chuckles pinning you down with his free hand keeping your face pressed against the mattress as he adds another finger cooing in your ear, "such a filthy whore, taken a strangers fingers in such a personal spot. Shouldn't you know better."

Deathslinger smirks feeling you flinch when his hand meets your ass so harshly. He loves the way your greedy hole is just sucking him. He loves the way writhe and scream. Fuck if he didn't know any better he'd swear you were made for this. His cock practically screaming at him as it presses against his trousers. Thinking he's got you good and ready he pulls out, grabbing the snake in him pants smearing the precum down his shaft giving it a few good strokes before he's pressed against you pushing in hard. What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length the tip kissing deep inside you stroking the sweet spot as you drags it out. Soft and infuriatingly slow strokes being made as he just lazily fucks into you.

Deathslinger's mind overwhelmed hearing you whine and whimper around him, "I'm only repaying ya back dear. Isn't a mite frustratin' ta made ta wait." His fingers digging in harshly as you try to move it along, but he won't. He's enjoying himself, enjoys the feeling of having you desperate. He'll fuck you nice and slow for hours denying you to the point of overstimulation, poor hole clenching and desperate. "How about this darlin? You open the trials back up to us and I promise to lettin' ya have right proper good time." He drawls.

Watching the way the sweat on your skin glows in the dim lighting, Deathslinger feels alive for the first time in a long time, loving the way his balls slap against your skin. You nod your head weakly agreeing to his terms and hold on for dear life as he pace becomes more aggressive speeding up bit by bit having you finally cum, but he's not stopping. He's got plenty of stamina and a stubborn streak, he's gonna get you to cum over and over again not stopping to let you catch your breath as he cums deep inside you breeding that greed hole letting you milk him dry. He doesn't stop then just grinding into you until he's hard again. You aren't going to be empty until he's had his fill.

[yunhohours]

CIX: Top 5 Kinks

request: could i request cix kinks? 🤪

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

p.p.s. can we get a round of applause for me for not giving every cix member a pet play kink thank u

byounggon

overstimulation (receiving) - he will whine the entire time but he wants you to keep touching him until he’s shaking and crying. he needs that fairly regularly. bonus points because he gets the best sleep of his life afterwards.

praise - this one goes both ways. he needs to know he’s doing a good job and he’s gonna tell you how good of a job you’re doing even if it’s barely intelligible and peppered with breathy moans! he gets so kittenlike under your praise it’s so cute </3

somnophilia - loves to be woken up inside you whether it’s your mouth or your cunt. he’s so sensitive it feels so good!! :( he won’t be the one to wake you or do any of the work for that matter, but he will be the best and prettiest pillow prince for you.

face sitting - smother him. he’ll let you. he’ll ask for it. his eyes are rolling into the back of his head even though his eyes are closed because my god, he must be the luckiest person in the world to have his tongue deep inside you while you hold onto his hair for dear life. lovessss how messy he gets.

handjobs - there’s just something special about a good ol’ handjob for gon. it’s like all the times he fucked his own fist and tried to imagine your hand instead except now it’s real. he also likes how easily you can give him one. one slip of your hand down his boxers and it’s game on.

seunghun

mutual masturbation - seunghun is no stranger to his own fist. they’re best friends. so, naturally, he loves to get himself off while watching you pleasure yourself for his view. it’s the prettiest thing he can imagine. he loves to instruct you on how to touch yourself for him. his ego loves when you listen.

dumbification - ohhh my god when you’re head empty only seunghun? his life goal. he gets so fucking cocky and can’t wipe the smirk off of his face when your words start failing you because he’s making you feel so good and he just has to rub it in. aww, can’t talk to me? no lights on in that little head anymore?

marking - seunghun is possessive. we all know that. does not want you to look at another man, does not want another man to look at you. but if other men must look at you, he’d like to leave behind some reminders on your skin that you’re his. and he likes to wear yours too. bonus points because every time he sees them, he’s reminded of exactly how they were made.

filming - similarly to what i mentioned with mutual masturbation, seunghun likes to be your director. he’ll film you, telling you to do this and pose like that for the camera. he likes making a creative little memory of your time between the sheets together. he will make you watch them with him whenever the urge strikes.

make up sex - seunghun likes to prove himself. there’s no better time to do that than when he’s got some ground to make up with you. sex after a fight ignites a special kind of ambition within him that he can’t quite channel otherwise. it’s always the most spectacular sex that feels more like a wet dream because irl sex has never been that good. ever.

yonghee

edging - yonghee is so mean in the sweetest way possible. he will coo at you and lay the thickest fake pity on you while he keeps bringing you just to the brink of orgasm, letting it die, and then starting again. he’ll be disgustingly sweet about it at the same time, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face and telling you how pretty you look for him and how well you’re doing.

phone sex - yonghee enjoys making you squirm and the fact that he can accomplish that just with his voice is… <3 he doesn’t usually engage in it planning to find his own pleasure, but sometimes he can’t help himself when he hears how breathy your voice gets or your little whines on the other end of the phone.

pet play - oh, you are yonghee’s kitten. he will not be shy to fully indulge. you’ll have kitten ears, a collar, a tail. he’ll scratch your head and call you to his lap. when he senses that you’re needy, he’ll refer to it as purring. what’s that? are you purring for me, kitten?

thigh riding - yonghee wants to take care of you okay :( sometimes it may not be the most feasible to take your clothes off or do anything that requires too much time or effort. in those times, he’ll help you get off on his thigh to hold you over. he won’t even be mean about it. he’ll guide you with his hands so you don’t have to do anything but feel good for him. he also very much loves watching how you only need his thigh to fall apart so he will still sometimes do this even if you have plenty ability to do more

finger sucking/fucking - just consider this the category for all things involving yonghee’s fingers. he loves to finger you because he can usually do so any time anywhere and just watch your face morph from the pleasure he’s giving you. he likes how obediently you suck on his fingers and he’ll sometimes stop you from talking/disagreeing with him by filling your mouth with a finger. shh shh shh, open.

jinyoung

oral sex (giving) - jinyoung loves going down on you because he can get lost in it. he easily learns how you react to even the most minor stimulation and he gets a bit competitive with himself about it. sometimes he wants to make you cum faster than last time, sometimes he wants to see if he can make you louder this time.

cockwarming - he wouldn’t like this idea initially upon learning about it, but when he thinks about how he can use it to drive you crazy… he loves it. he has a surprising amount of patience so he’ll sit you on his cock and wait for you to start squirming and begging him for more. then he’ll act like you’re just so incredibly needy, tsking at you as he gives you what you both want.

hair pulling (receiving) - he’d probably never be able to put into words why he loves it when you pull his hair, but he does. to the point that when you pull his hair, his eyes will sometimes roll into the back of his head. he has to recenter himself every time because it’s like he gets pulled out of his own body.

morning sex - jinyoung can get in his own head more often than he’d like and sometimes that can put a lot of unnecessary pressure on sex for him. morning sex is good for him because he’s usually still too foggy to overthink. he’s able to operate instinctively and starting the day with good sex will leave him in a more positive headspace for the rest of the day.

restraints (receiving) - similarly to the last one, being restrained forces jinyoung to let go. if he can’t see or touch you, he can’t place much pressure on himself. additionally, he gets very excited and sensitive to even the smallest of touches when you’re calling all the shots. give him head while he’s cuffed and blindfolded and you’ll never be able to think about anything else.

hyunsuk

quickies - hyunsuk loves quickies for a few reasons: 1) he usually gets to fuck the soul out of you for the sake of time and 2) they sometimes happen in places you two should probably not be fucking in the first place.

creampie - letting hyunsuk cum inside you is like telling him he won the lottery. he will never get used to the feeling of releasing inside you and then watching himself drip from you when he pulls out. his eyes will be transfixed on the sight.

choking - choking or being choked—hyunsuk likes both. he would neeever suggest or attempt to choke you on his own, but if he knew it was something you liked, he’d try it and find that he likes it too. but choke him back. you’ll be able to tell by his eyes and the surprised moan that he loves it.

jealous sex - this one has stipulations but if everything comes together just right, hyunsuk fucking loves jealous sex. for one, the jealousy has to be resolved. if he feels like you’re still making him insecure, this won’t happen. he needs to know there is no actual threat or problem. second, he will not admit that he likes this. but boooooy does he give you the fuck of your life every time! it’s very similar to seunghun and make up sex.

dirty talk - listen, he’d be so shy about this at first. he would not feel confident at all talking dirty to you, but he would know that every time you said something filthy to him, he had to try like hell not to cum right then and there. with time, he’d experiment with doing it more himself, and once he got the hang of it, he’d never look back. you’d never be safe again. in bed, out of bed, in text - he’s making your mouth dry as often as humanly possible.

[thegengarprincess]

It’s his day 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✨Lil appreciation post 4 the birthday boy under the cut :3333✨

*~<3~•~🐱🥁💙~•~<3~*

When I first found JO,Jure was always the one gravitated 2 the most N seeing the way he plays only made me wanna learn drums more.I always wanted 2 but he ignited that dream N 4 that I’ll always be grateful! not only is he extremely fucking talented but also extremely kind N sweet 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.I can’t help *not* smiling when I see all the photos N vids were he’s getting up 2 shit,it should be studied how him just being him *does* things 2 me atp :’333.PLUS HAVE U *SEEN* THIS BITCH/affectionate

HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO ADORABLE..

N HOT AT THE SAME *TIME* 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫!!!!!!!

Biting N gnawing them arms N tummy like he’s a goddamn chew-toy,dear *LORD*.Jure rlly is sunshine incarnite,only sparking when he’s around the ppl he lobes or ppl he doesn’t know N that’s something I’ve always lobed about him (cuz if U don’t lobe him then I don’t trust U :3).

As much as I owe so so so many things 2 the band,I also owe a lot 2 him especially.Whenever I’ve either had a bad day or was sick,content of him is one of the things ik will always be there N helps me more than anything on those days which is how I’ve come 2 adore not just him,but the rest of the boys aswell.

That damn smile N Beatles looking ass haircut was what drew me 2 him in the first place,the way he always preforms with so much lobe,charisma N magic N how he looks like an Angel under the lights,when during Novi Val he goes off 2 hangout with the others,cause mischief N be v v v v adorable cuz he’s always sat at the back of the stage never fails 2 remind me why he’s been my main man ever since the start.

Vse najboljše za rojstni dan Jure! 28 yrs of being the prettiest,sweetest,most talented,most precious,beautifulest,most adorable,most gorgeous orange kitty in the whole wide world,tho I’ve only known U 4 one.Hvala ker si ti dragi,ljubim te <3333333333!!!!!

*~•~<3~😝🎥🌻~<3~•~*

[historia-vitae-magistras]

It makes my heart soft for Arthur to treat Zee so gently not because she's his daughter but because she's a woman in a time where it was particularly awful to be a woman. He tried his best to respect her as a person and as his child without making her feel she's 'just' a woman. I'm curious how Lord Father would react to some poor bastard coming to ask him permission to court his daughter. I imagine it's that best laugh he's had in a long time, straight up doubled-over with tears in his eyes. Let's him know he'd have a better chance asking her directly but considering this start he's going to have a hell of a time. To quote Thedore Roosevelt: "I can either run the country or I can attend to Alice, but I cannot possibly do both."

ALL of this. It's not like the man isn't sexist because he is, but in a way that isn't purely Victorian. He's lived a long life; the first British person we know much about is Boadicea. He is the last son of a goddess who ruled with blood, sacrifice, fear and cunning. Brighid and he will have a testy relationship, but she was the high-status centre of the Celtic Christianity he will draw upon again and again. England's wealth before the empire was caught up in cloth. Women's work created him, and he knows that. As a child in the world of late antiquity, he sat at his mother's and Brighid's feet as they worked the loom. Disrespecting women's work disrespects most of his own history. Plus, if you read Anglo-Saxon poetry, there are these tantalizing hints that women's work was seen as more important to civilization than men's. He isn't a fantastic father, but he does view her as a person if nothing else. The sheer amount of regnant queens he's had.

And I do feel like he and Zee did direct any potential suiters to him first because very late Victorian/Early Edwardian courtship and society meant that his rejections on her behalf would pull any social blame of her being a bit haughty or potentially deviant and redirect it to him where it was fine. After all, a daughter's marriage is still much the father's prerogative. It was socially acceptable for her to remain unmarried as widowed men or even just men fond of their daughters often gave them the choice of staying home if they so wished. It could be a better setup, but it maximizes her freedom. Answering a question about why she is unwed with "because I'm a lesbian and I don't bloody want to be" is unacceptable and degenerate. But "Oh, I could never leave my poor dear Papa; he utterly depends on me" makes her ultra respectable and dutiful even if she hasn't seen the old fart since Christmas. It's also a way for Arthur to keep an eye on her. If people are writing to him about courting Dearest Eleanor, it's intel.

But the first time it happened? Oh, good lord, the man lost his absolute shit. Partially because she's his baby and just absolutely not, that's his last child. She's not even a century old; he does not care. She is a teenager now she is a baby. Two, the audacity some of these potatoes have. Whenever Zee puts effort into playing the part of being the beautiful young socialite in just the prettiest clothes, putting on her best manners, and utilizing all that intelligence for social purposes, he's got a line out the door. When Zee is cranky with him, she puts on a particularly flattering blue or green dress and goes to a dinner party and just fucks up the old man's week lmao. She goes on a social campaign to get her way about something, and Matt might end up taking a nap in a coffin on the dining room table to shut it all down if he's particularly irate with her because no one can come courting to a house in mourning lol. But man yeah, there is a reason her slightly anti-social ass wears so much mourning black to keep off.

[david-goldrock]

I once wrote a DND character for a friend. they didn't use it. I share it with you now

The text is not a backstory, but what the DM needs to read aloud to meet the character. he's a mute, so that would be difficult, but some people like the challenge

The party walks into a pub to see their old friend, Anasmor the old wizard, shedding a tear to a random orc ventriloquist doing a show in the center of the pub. "Do you know this guy?" Asks Shina the cleric, after greeting the old man. "Oh you really wanna know? It's not the prettiest story, you know, funny as Onrog may seem now. This man, and his family, tragedy hunts their past… You see, they were not that old, when it happened. 3, maybe 4 years old? His 2 sisters 8 and 9 respectively. It's unfair, I know, life isn't fair to anyone, but yeah, this is not a sensible amount of pain for even the mightiest of warriors, I agree. He saw it when it happened. The monster was probably planning it for months, but the moment struck on his birthday. The tentacle shot through the old clock they had on their wall, straight into his father's, Glormish's, mouth, eating everything from inside, leaving only the skin intact. Valora, his mom, managed to shout for the kids to run, they did, but with her shout the second tentacle shot, and killed her too. A child so young does not know how to handle such a thing, you see, so he latched onto the first idea he had: his mouth remains shut. How does he eat? I do not know my dear, legends say his back has a hole directly leading to his stomach, but those are probably fairy tales. I guess by the nice show he is making us you understand how he speaks 😉

They had a lot of luck, my friend. Most children would have died in the wilderness, but Lisha and Neera, his sisters, used to play survival games with their dad, so they knew what to do. Lisha quickly got them on Yorsh, the family horse, and rode 50 kilometers southeast to the nearest forest. There, Neera found a few sticks and stones, and made them 3 weapons: Lisha got the axe. Neera got the sword. And young Onrog got his first bow, a weapon to use against fish from afar, to keep one safe. It wasn't as fancy as the one you see on his back right now, but it was good enough for the fish.

Years have passed, many a year, 23 years in the forest if am exact. In this time the trio started to speak the "language" of the forest animals. At first it was a joke, get the rabbit to cross the river, get the snake to loop-de-loop, but slowly and surely, they learned. By now they can get any animal to do their deeds, with enough time of course. 23 years have passed, And I wandered into this very forest. The trio, who did not remember the look of an old man, almost killed me on the spot, mistaking me for a monster. When I told them of the attacks of the tentacles, the thousands of dead, Lisha and Neera told me to fuck off. They told me that they have paid their price and are not interested in anything more. Onrog though, seemed interested in revenge. He got nothing more than a kiss goodbye from his sisters when he went on the rampage.

Of course, as you know, the danger of the unuk-li is long gone, an achievement all but exclusive to our Onrog, but the lust for revenge doesn't die out, it changes targets. These days? On his downtime he does his little show in the pubs and celebrates his winnings, but he always has one ear open for adventure parties, and he will join anyone fighting a big enough treat.

Personally? I would caution against such troubles, but I am an old man after all, and adventure is the business of the youth. If you do choose to take him into your group, id warn you thus- if enough time will go without a treat, Onrog will accuse the innocent of the worst of things just to have an opponent. Keep your eye on him.

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 36

word count: 688

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

September 29, 1990

Dear Will,

This past month and a half has been nothing but absolute chaos. First off, I finally had my official gay bar initiation! I was invited back in August by my friend Alexis and some of our other friends from our Gender Studies elective course, which was good, because at least I’d be around people I knew. They ordered me this neon blue cocktail I can’t remember the name of, probably because I chugged it so fast (just kidding, I think it was called a Blue Lagoon), and I was instantly picked up by the Prettiest of Pretty Boys™. He introduced himself as Wes Butler, and we had sex in the storage closet of the bar. It was actually my first time “topping” (I put topping in quotations because you can’t really top if you’re both standing). But it was cramped, it was hot in a bad way, it was messy, and it ended quicker than it began. It was not a good time. Moral of the story: I don’t do closets. I spent my whole life in one, and lost you in the process.

If you thought that experience was weird, let me tell you about this nerd rave I went to last Friday. Some acquaintance from one of my lit courses told me about it after class, saying it was at a beat up old house on the edge of campus, at five o’clock. When I showed up, it was like I’d entered the drama club room at Hawkins High. Dim lighting, red ambiance, and about a dozen different fantasy and sci-fi related activities happening throughout the house. I was so overwhelmed, and I had no idea where the hell to begin. Despite my love for writing fantasy, I’ve tried not to interact with anything remotely nerdy at the risk of it reminding me of you and sending me into a downward mental spiral. I’m scared that one day, if the spiral is spiraly enough, I won’t be able to come back from it. But anyway, this guy came up to me and said “Is it me or do you not have a clue what’s going on, either?” I turned to face him, and my eyes nearly fell out of my fucking skull, because I was either hallucinating, or Eddie Munson had come back from the dead. We immediately sparked a conversation about how we were just normal dudes who like literature and D&D, and felt incredibly out of place amongst all the cosplayers, almost like it was a convention. I don’t know how exactly we got from Point A to Point Z, but within half an hour of meeting Walker Brooks, he was fucking me into his Lord of the Rings bedsheets. Out of nowhere, he started talking to me in Elvish– I actually looked up and translated the phrase he used most frequently, “N- a man boui an ada.” It means, “Be a good boy for Daddy.” Yeah… yikes. I won't be seeing him again.

It’s no wonder why I keep going back to Wyatt. When we hook up, it’s like he erases all the other bad experiences. He’s so gentle with me, which is honestly what I crave the most. I just want affection. I just want love, while most of the other guys I’ve been with only want to get their dicks wet. But Wyatt is different– he cares about me. He’s my friend, above all else. And because he’s my friend, he offers to listen whenever I need to talk, no matter what. I think he knows my entire life story up until this point. Which means he knows about you and everything that happened last year. Don’t worry, he doesn’t hate you. He just… isn’t your biggest fan. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of you, though, because you’ll never have any reason to cross paths with each other. If, by some miracle, a reason does emerge, I won’t hesitate to introduce you two. 

But it’s just pathetic for me to hope at all at this point. So I won’t. Hope, I mean.

Love,

Mike

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[lamoabss]

Steve Harrington in the summer is such a sight to behold. Scratch that. Steve Harrington in the summer is something that should be illegal. It should be a felony for the way the man has such a god-like aura around him when the heat strikes. While others are dying from the scorching rays of the Indiana sun, Steve Harrington is simply in his element.

Just look at a hypothetical with me, trust me.

Firstly, he’s always shirtless in the summer. It’s just a thing- not really too shocking. His skin is tinted with a slight tan, still covered in the endless dots and specks of freckles and moles. See, in the summer, Steve doesn’t burn. It should be unfair, but the sight is so incredibly gorgeous that one cant even be mad (except for Robin, who burns to a crisp with not even a second of sun exposure).

He also wears whatever old basketball shorts he could find in his within his drawer. Yeah, you know the ones that could be considered a public indecency? Those ones.

It’s also no surprise that he’s fairly in-shape too. From endless swim practices in high school, to the built up endurance from surviving the past years of Upside Down shit, it’s safe to say that he’s pretty built. This of course, makes him appear as some sort of fucking demi-god that just flew down from the goddamn sky.

But what really tops this whole Steve “the summertime God” look is the hair. Yes, we know that Steve is known for his infamous hair, but quite frankly summertime Steve hair doesn’t compare to anything else. To preface, when dear old Steve was a young child, he was blonde. Absolutely insane to comprehend at times, but also? maybe not. As he grew up though, his hair soon became darker, to some sort of hazelnut color. Which, if we’re being honest, fits him quite well. But, that’s what makes the summertime so special. Over the course of the year we always see him with the same luscious brown locks that never fail to make the teenagers of Hawkins stare in awe. But then, in the summer, it’s like a layer of hazelnut has been stripped from the color of Steve’s hair. It’s like the sun grants him with streaks of gold throughout his head of hair. Like the sun fucking knows he’s the king, and gives him the gold of which a crown would look like. Its pretty safe to say that in the summer, Steve has the most insanely beautiful blonde highlights.

Steve isn’t a stranger to the way his hair color changes slightly within the hotter months. It’s just that he never really cared too much about it? Or maybe he did. What’s clear though, is that whenever the summer rolls around, the kids always make fun of him for his “blonde bimbo hair” as they so graciously put it.

However, something different happens this summer.

It’s the summer after Vecna (or “AV” as Dustin likes to put it), and the whole party is over at Steve’s house enjoying the enormous pool on a hot summer’s day in Hawkins. There’s laughter and bickering, all wonderful noises to behold within the Harrington residence.

Enter Steve Harrington. He’s watching his kids swim around on this incredibly scorching day. Observing their happiness, he can’t quite help but smile at the family he has now acquired. But then, the kids all spot him, and what once was a feeling of fondness soon turned into something along the lines of annoyance and dread.

“Nice hair Steve,” yells Dustin from across the pool.

“Yeah, really like the new highlights you added in this time” said Max as she patted at her own hair, mocking a hairdresser or something along those lines.

Steve just scoffs at them.

“Aw c’mon Steve, don’t be mad,” whined Lucas, now in on the teasing too.

“At least you know you have the most prettiest hair here,” said Mike while batting his eyelashes.

They all snickered.

“Hey, d’someone say something about prettiest hair?” Said a voice coming from the slide door of the house that led to Steve’s backyard.

“Eddie!!” The party exclaimed.

Out walks Eddie, in his usual tight ripped jeans and t-shirt get up.

“Dude, how are you not like, sweating right now?” Asked Steve, attempting to strike up conversation.

Eddie just shrugged, but before the he could even muster up some sort of answer, his eyes were automatically caught upon the sight before him.

Were there, wait no. Were there blonde streaks in Steve’s hair? No, Eddie had to be hallucinating. Maybe he wasn’t immune to the heat like he originally thought. Steve looked like an absolute vision, and Eddie was not planning on being totally encompassed by the Harrington charm today, so forgive him for not having anything to say in the moment.

“Eddie?” Steve took a step closer, “you okay?”

“M’fine, yeaahhhh yup, never better Harrington,” Eddie shook out of the daze that he originally found himself in.

Steve sighed momentarily, realizing what might have made Eddie so hesitant to respond (or at least that’s what Steve thought).

“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” He asked, feeling like he lost yet again, another person to the party’s teasing antics.

“Hmm?” Eddie purposely studied Steve’s hair for good measure before he responded. “Oh the hair!” he attempted a chuckle, “No no Stevie, the hair is- it just looks like the sun bent down from the sky and kissed your pretty little ‘noggin.”

The party stopped their small chatter as soon as Eddie finished his sentence.

“Wait, Eddie you can’t be serious, you actually like his hair?” Said Max, interrupting the brief silence.

Steve froze. Shit, this is where it begins. He held his breath.

“Well, I mean yeah. It looks like sunshine.” Eddie said as he ruffled Steve’s hair with his hand.

The party just stared at Eddie.

“You’re so weird,” Max responds, before returning back to normal like nothing happened. The rest of the party follows in suit.

And so, the rest of summer, to everyone’s discretion, Eddie calls Steve sunshine.

(This is a concept inspired from my friend @marvel-ous-m , go check their work out 👀)