#i just want to be a rugby player's wife

[mydream-synopsis]

professional rugby league player togame who will never forget to kiss the tattoo on his ring finger before each match while he scans through the crowd for you

[pirateprincessblog]

player 9

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: footballplayer!yunho, coach!yunho, whippedforhernephew'scoach!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: gagging, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: is it soccer or football? football or rugby? either way, i'd let yunho demolish me in the locker room (or in the middle of the football field). :)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"it's called soccer, dumbass."

"no, it's called football, dumbass."

"you don't know what you're talking about." your brother rolls his eyes, then stuffs his mouth with the hotdog you had made for game night.

"there's a ball, and you kick it with your foot. what part of that seems to be the issue?"

"football is an entirely different sport-"

"oh give me a break-"

"god, it's like you both are sixteen again. is that just a natural thing? no matter how old you get you'll bicker like this all your life?" your mother complains, sipping her cucumber water and judging the calories on the table with a single eyebrow raise.

your brother's son, your nephew, laughs in your lap. you laugh with him, seeing the ketchup mess on his face and his sticky little fingers.

"and what are you laughing at, you little rascal? come here!"

the young man grabs the child from your lap, tickling the life out of him as a punishment for mocking his father. he playfully reaches towards you for help, and you do, tickling your own brother to make him stop.

"oh god, my white couch!"

"stop that, our daughter came back after many years apart and you care about the couch?" your father scolds his wife.

"it's not like that-"

"hush! is it 2:1? is it?! yes it is!" he jumps, spilling the beer all over the just mentioned couch.

"oh, heavens." her voice is light, and she looks like she is about to faint.

the four of you snicker, and silently cheer with another hot dog.

you forgot just how boring your town is. you do nothing but lay in your bed watching tv shows, walk to the local bakery, and drive your nephew to school. he is almost glued to you twenty four hours a day, and you don't mind. he is the squishiest thing ever, always listens to you, and helps you piss off your brother.

he doesn't have much of a mother figure in his life. your brother works a lot, and your parents are raising him. his mother died during birth, and even though they begged to save her and not the child, it was too late. your brother didn't want the baby at first. pushed it away, yelled at it, saying it took away his wife and his will to live. then, he started therapy. he started getting better, and started spending time with his child. your nephew has all the love he could possibly get, but your arrival changed him. he has become very attached to you; sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night just to sleep in your bed, making his kindergarten teacher call you mid playing just to tell you that he built a rocket out of clay, to only eating when he sits on your lap and you feed him.

much like this morning.

"auntie?" he mumbles between the waffle bites.

"yes, pumpkin?"

"will you watch me play soccer today?"

"it's football!" your brother calls from the living room. "you broke my kid."

"i didn't break him, i just passed him some of my IQ."

the man sticks his tongue out towards you, making his son giggle.

"don't you want grandpa to take you?" your father makes a disappointed face, teasing his grandchild.

"i want auntie to take me! and then you can meet my coach! and then you can see how cool our new jerseys are! we are only allowed to wear them at the stadium and not take them home because they are new. i really wanted to show it to you but coach wouldn't let me. he says i'd make it rip it as soon as i enter the house!"

"oh, how dare he!" you say, noticing your father's wink as a sign to support him.

"and sometimes he yells at me! but grandpa told me that he just means well, and that he only wants to teach me so i can be a great player like him! did you know that he is going to play the- the- oh no, what's it called again, grandpa?"

"the derby?"

"yes! that! he is going to play in a few weeks! he is so cool!"

he may not be able to feed himself, but instead of that, he can talk. all day long. and just sometimes, your ears become irritated. so you agree to drive him. you blast the music, muting his babbling from the back as he sits in his car seat. can anyone blame you? it's a two hour drive. you don't have the energy for it today.

you finally arrive, and after making sure you've locked your car and rolled the windows up, you finally let him lead you inside. you can barely keep up with him, he is too excited to see his friends. you see other women standing near the group of children, and you let go of your nephew's hand so you can greet them. after all, you'll be coming here quite often it seems.

"hi, just wanted to introduce myself."

"oh, the new stepmom?"

"what? no- i- what?" you're just as confused as them, and you look over to your nephew.

"oh, i'm so sorry! he keeps talking about his new mom and we just thought-"

his new mom? your confusion disappears when you see the little boy pointing his finger towards you, excitedly showing you off to his friends.

"no, no. i'm his aunt." you inform them.

before they get to say anything, the doors on the side of the stadium open, revealing a tall male wearing a jersey. you hear whispering behind you, maybe even a particularly long exhale, and you have to say that you agree with them.

the coach is stunning. he is drop dead gorgeous, and the more you look, the more self conscious you feel about your lazily picked outfit today. he is so tall and lean, his waist probably smaller than yours. his lips are plump and a pretty pink colour, and his hair a dirty blonde, almost a mullet. no wonder all the moms were dipped in makeup and dresses. you wore your brother's hoodie with his favorite football team logo on it, short leggings and zero makeup.

"hi, ladies." he greets, smiling at the group. he surely knows his impact.

his gaze stops on you, catching you red handed. you must've been staring at him weirdly, because he smiles wider your way, then finally lets the kids inside to change and get ready for the practice. all except...

"coach jeong! can my mom please come and watch me?"

"mom?" the coach is caught off guard, glancing your way.

"oh, no no, honey-" you try explaining. that man needs to know you're single.

"please?" the boy puts his palms together, and does his best puppy eyes to convince the man in front of him to let you in.

"well i- i guess. come in then." he holds the door open for you.

other women do not seem to take interest in going in and watching their children. instead, they greet the coach, then head over to the nearby café. your nephew tugs at your hand, smile so wide his eyes turn into half moons and he doesn't even see you.

"you little rascal." you scold him, ruffling his hair.

he runs off to the locker room, and you watch him drag the backpack that is almost bigger than him across the floor.

"well, this is an odd surprise. i didn't know he had a mother. not to be rude, of course."

"oh, i am not. i am his aunt." you finally explain.

"ah, so that's the case. i was wondering. you look so young."

he smells of freshly cut grass and a hint of manly sweat, mixed with some type of cologne. his face is clean shaven, giving you a chance to notice his sharp jawline as you walk together towards the football field.

"he is a gem, really. but, god, can he talk."

"i know. he got that one from me." you joke, knowing your nephew has outbursts of energy often.

yunho laughs, then opens another door for you. you finally step into the green field, nostrils immediately filling up with the pleasant smell of freshly mowed grass. you were never one for sports, but you gladly watched a game or two with your friends and now family. you wouldn't do it willingly on your own, you have more interesting things to do. but you don't hate it.

you also don't hate it when yunho places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the chairs where you've seen coaches and other member's of the team sit during matches. you thank heavens for the early winter sun and long sleeves, otherwise he would've seen the goosebumps from an innocent touch like that.

"have a seat. if they kick a ball in your direction, i'm sorry on their behalf."

"real comforting for my first live match, thanks."

the children run out on the field after changing, taking their positions on a white line in front of their coach. you study his moves, and needless to say, you find yourself squirming in the plastic chair quite soon. he is stern. he gives orders, guides them, and cares for them. you are turned on by something as simple as his yelling over the field. you never knew you could be so turned on by someone doing their job.

he starts the warmup, doing the squats and pushups with them. his arms aren't that big, but they are still muscular and decorated with bulging veins.

"coach, remember when you made us do pushups with your backpack on our back?" one of the older kids says.

"yeah, so? want another session?"

"no, no! i was just wondering if you could do the same." the rest of them start smirking, especially your nephew, and yunho scoffs.

"of course i can."

"but not with the backpack! with her on your back!" he points his little finger towards you, and you scoff.

"i don't think that's approp-"

"he can't do it," you accidentally interrupt, trying to save him.

he looks at you, one eyebrow cocked. you swear you could slip off the chair from the sudden rush of arousal.

"oh, really?" he asks, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"really." you decide to tease back, to see just how far it gets you.

"well why don't we try?"

he gets into the position, not even allowing you to decline. the team starts cheering, your nephew the loudest of them all.

"come on, now. sit on me."

you choke on your saliva. he smirks to himself, and you are ready to wipe it off. he likes teasing, doesn't he. little narcissist.

you walk over to him, purposely sitting on his back with force. but he holds, his wide back a comfortable seat. his arms start working his body. and your jaw drops at how easily he is doing the push ups with you on his back. the cheers get louder, seeing their coach effortlessly carry a person like that. he does a few more, just to show off, until you get off of him. your nephew runs over, hugging your leg and cheering for the handsome coach. yunho winks at you, then proceeds to train the boys.

your stops to the stadium become your new hobby. you sit on the same chair, watching the man teach the young ones, occasionally catching a glance or two from him, then arriving home and falling asleep mid day to the thoughts of his arms and voice. some days you fall asleep from simple thoughts, and some days you need a locked door and a buzzing device.

with each practice, he finds a way to somehow touch you. last time, he asked you to help him set up a new net on the goal frame. he couldn't "reach it", so he held you by your waist in the air while you secured it. if he can carry you around so easily, could he also carry you as he thrusts into you back in his office? or in the back of the-?

"guests! get up!" your mother knocks on the door, and you are quick to throw your gadget under your pillow, stopping the fantasies in your brain.

poor thing has been working non stop for the past few weeks, and still doesn't do a good enough job. sure, it gets you over the edge, but seeing yunho's slender fingers spin that ball so effortlessly when he is busy watching the kids play is just making it more complicated. not sure if on purpose, but lots of times he toys with the little hole on the ball that is there for inflating it. he circles it, slowly and carefully, eyes not leaving the green field. your eyes are locked on the ball and the middle finger rotating on the ball, mouth going dry as you almost feel that same finger circling your own hole.

"see? told you he's a gem." he interrupts your drooling one day.

"huh? oh, yes. absolutely." you catch a glimpse of your nephew celebrating victory.

you miss the way yunho bites his lip, hiding another smirk forming. he knows he has you wrapped around his finger, and he can almost smell the arousal off you. at first, he enjoyed teasing you for fun. but now? seeing that you've started showing up in short knitted winter dresses and knee high boots? it gets him going too. especially when you put those sunglasses on when you get in the car and help your nephew in his car seat, looking like a really hot young mom.

a mom he'd like to fuck all day every day in the back of the car after she drops her kids off at school.

"guests? who the hell is it?" you ask more yourself than your mother.

you throw on a sweater and the first pair of jeans you find, then check if you've put the vibrator away just in case a certain child decides to come in the room and snoop. it is securely locked in your drawer, along with a local newspaper cutout with yunho's figure on it, the jersey proudly stating his last name and his player number: nine. he looks dashing, so why not? you're not doing anything weird with it. just masturbating to it. no biggie. everyone does that.

it is a random wednesday and middle of the day. nobody familiar is coming to your mind when it comes to guests. but when you go downstairs and join your mother in the kitchen, you freeze. the big glass door to the patio is open, revealing the very coach you were just touching yourself to sitting on your favorite chair near the pool. your father hands him over a beer, like they do this every day.

"what is the coach doing here?"

"your brother invited him to wish him luck for the game next week." the woman simply explains, lining up the various cheese bites on toothpicks on the oval plate. "here, take this to your father while i grab a few more beers for them. for an athlete, you'd think he drinks less."

"mom!" you scold, in case he might have super hearing.

you carry the plate in one hand, while you use the other one to fix your hair. yunho is quick to notice you coming towards them, a smile forming on his lips as he examines you head to toe. you look cute in maroon and black, that oversized sweater hiding your waist from him. ever since he lifted you in the air that day to fix the net, he has been dreaming about holding that waist again. he wants to bite into it, leave purple marks all over it, kiss it and whatnot. you are just that addictive, and you didn't do anything but exist.

"hi, coach."

something about you calling him coach is setting his body on fire. it has the same effect on him as the word "daddy" or "sir" would have on someone else. he decides he enjoys hearing it from your lips. he hopes he'll get to hear it in a shape of a moan or gasp too.

"hi, my lovely assistant. did you know that your sister actually knows a thing or two about football?"

"soccer. and no, this dumbass right here?"

all three of you roll your eyes at his correction. yunho snickers, taking a sip of his beer.

"yes. she helps me set up the training ground and comes up with very interesting and actually beneficial stuff. the other day she even managed to score against our thirteen year old goalkeeper!"

you squint your eyes at the man, holding grudge for mocking you. he is half right, you did set up the training grounds for the kids. and you did score against the thirteen year old goalkeeper. go you!

"cheese?" you offer, stopping their little bullying session.

"why, thank you." he takes one, then continues his conversation about the upcoming game.

you run back to the kitchen, helping your mother with more drinks. you hear your nephew somewhere, and his quick and heavy footsteps.

"careful, i'm holding liquid!" you warn before he can bump into you.

you make your way towards the patio again, ready to secretly start flirting with his coach. you don't know how. you'll figure it out. only this time, he doesn't notice you coming, and stands up while still talking to your family. he doesn't hear you warn him over your nephew's loud and bad cover of the teenage mutant ninja turtles theme song, and walks straight into you, spilling the beverages all over his white t-shirt and your maroon sweater. you almost slip on the wet tiles, but his hands are quick to grab your waist and steady you. your body is pushed against his, soft breasts pressed against his own firm chest, your heart almost breaking through your ribcage and hitting his.

"shit, i'm so sorry." he finally lets go, then bends over to pick up the half empty cans of beer.

"oh, just leave it! i'll clean it up!" your voice is squeaky, hands still trembling from the interaction you just had.

his grasp is so firm, you want him to pick you up again just so you can feel that rush of lust one more time. the way his slender fingers pick up the pieces of glass from the floor shoots arrows to your core. a task so simple that it has you wondering if your brain is healthy for getting turned on by it.

"sweetie, will you go get coach yunho a new t-shirt so he can change? yunho, go with her, she will clean that up for you." your father offers, completely oblivious of your death glares.

the young man gladly accepts. he follows you quietly through the house, not yet speaking. you unlock your room, then let him in.

"ah, so this is what this door is? your nerdy little room. always wonder every time i come over."

you rummage through the pile of unironed clothes on the ironing desk in the corner of your room, trying to tell the difference from your brother's and father's plain white t-shirts.

"so you come here often?"

"not that often," he walks over to your nightstand, looking through the window above it, "they sometimes invite me for dinner or lunch as a thank you for training their grandson. say, why do you keep your room locked?"

you plug the iron into the socket, then wait for it to warm up as you turn to face him. his fingers are tracing the corner of the nightstand, somehow seductively.

"to keep my nephew from snooping." you laugh nervously, seeing how close his hand is to the forbidden drawer.

"right," he hums, nodding his head.

the iron makes a sound, notifying you that it is ready for use. you turn your back towards him, ironing the creases in the soft fabric. you hear him walk around the room, probably admiring your poor taste of room decorating when you were seventeen. you didn't manage to redecorate much, only bring in some things from your old home. like the very toy that is buzzing in his hand right now.

"interesting."

"god, give me that." your cheeks are flaming hot.

you hid today's pink pleasure, but forgot about the yesterday's one, also from an interrupted session. he holds the silver bullet vibrator in his hand, playing with the settings on it.

"give it back! it's dirty, how can you even touch it?"

"oh, so it's recently been to places? i don't know, looks pretty clean to me."

you reach for the shiny item, but he is quick to throw it in his other hand. he smiles, amused by your poor attempts at getting the gadget back.

"we can do this all day, or..." he points it towards you, like a magic wand, "you can show me the proper use of it."

your heart drops, and your stomach feels like a centipede is walking all over it. your mouth goes dry, and your eyes feel like they're going to jump out of the sockets.

"what?" you manage to say.

"show me how you use it." he simply says.

"you're crazy. here's your t-shirt." you grab it from the desk, avoiding eye contact with him.

you hear his wet one drop on the floor, and he reaches for the one in your hand. instead of grabbing the clothing item, he grabs your wrist, pulling your body into his bare one. you gasp, eyes looking up into his as his other hand snakes around your waist, vibrator still secure between his fingers.

"those jeans are driving me crazy." he admits in a whisper. "and looking at that bed, i can't stop imagining you using this on your dripping little cunt after coming back from my practice."

you hate that he is right, but you won't tell him that. ever.

"i have more attractive things to masturbate about." you whisper too, eyes dropping down on his pink lips.

"like what?"

"like that substitute coach from monday morning?"

"ah, so your little hole only clenches for song mingi? got it."

he lets go of you, throwing the vibrator on the bed. you gulp as you watch him wear the freshly ironed warm t-shirt, eyes running down to his v-line and defined abs. he is so damn hot.

"i should get back there. wouldn't want anyone to know how desperate you are for me." he winks.

"i'm not desperate!" you reach for a pillow, ready to aim it at that smirking face.

the next few days, you ask your father to take the boy to the practice. he is sad, but if you look at yunho one more time after a good training session, after his jersey starts sticking to his skin and reveals all his curves and hollows, after his sun kissed skin starts shining from sweat, and after his veins start bulging even more, you might drop on your knees at his feet and just take him in your mouth right there in the middle of the field. with nobody around, of course.

the derby is getting closer and closer, and you go to the practice one more time before it accompanying your father. you sit quietly as you watch him fidget in his usual spot. he doesn't yell today. he doesn't instruct. he doesn't do a warmup. he lets the kids play whatever they want, just shushing them when they start cussing and punishing them with burpees. he is nervous about the game, that you know.

"hey," you call after practice.

your father is busy helping his grandson change his footwear, while you busy yourself with comforting the coach.

"it'll be good. you'll win, i know it."

"our goalkeeper is kinda shit. he has been alcoholizing himself the past few days, too nervous about the derby. i'm afraid he is going to get some kind of poisoning, or that he'll show up drunk. or hung over. i don't care about the win at that point, our image will be destroyed."

you hum, looking over at the dark clouds approaching in the distance.

"get some sleep tonight. if you want, call me. i am known to put people to sleep with my talking."

he laughs, sincerely. nothing flirty this time. "will do, darling."

"i'll see you tomorrow then, coach. hopefully with a trophy in your hand."

the game went fabulously. they destroyed the other team, despite the goal keeper being a little hung over just how yunho predicted. they all cheer, your nephew is going crazy in the front row, and so are you. shiny confetti is flying everywhere, some of it landing on yunho's head. he is holding the trophy above his head, pure happiness on his face. he is cute.

the celebration continues in the decorated basketball hall, drinks and food already served and music already blasting. the audience is slowly leaving to join the team in proper celebration, and it takes almost half an hour for the place to properly empty before you can move. a few families stay behind, cleaning after everyone and collecting lost items to hand them over to the doorkeeper later. you and your mother stay to help, collecting all the confetti and food remains.

"miss! miss!"

you turn around, almost bumping into a woman. she holds a backpack in her hand, and hands it over to you.

"would you be a sugar and go give this to player nine in the locker room? their coach had to go and didn't have time to give this to him."

"but-"

"thank you so much! i've gotta run."

and indeed, she does run. your mother nudges you with her elbow, rushing you towards the stairs and to the entrance under the bleachers.

you do not know where you are going. the hallway is empty, and there are no signs on any doors. you almost reach the end, hopelessly dragging the heavy backpack with you. a door to a locker room is half opened, and you decide to knock. receiving no response, you carefully enter, the strong smell of body spray pinching your nose.

"coach?" you call.

he doesn't answer. you set the backpack on one of the benches, then make your way towards the other side of the room. a jersey is discarded on it, the number nine proudly facing up from the bench. you reach for it, feeling the fabric in your hand. he smells so good. not a strong scent, like the rest of them have. he is more of a soft vanilla mixed with slight sandalwood. you bury your nose in the fabric, surprised that even after sweating so much after the game, the jersey isn't smelly and wet.

two hands creep onto your waist, startling you and making you jump.

"i snooped through your things, so now you have to snoop through mine?" he teases.

you feel his naked wet chest press against your thin blouse, and a slight bulge in the back of your pants. he turns you around swiftly, allowing you to take a good look at him. he is fresh out of the shower, smelling absolutely heavenly. his hair is not yet dry, waterbeads sliding down his neck and collarbones and disappearing down his v-line into the towel he has so carefully wrapped around him. it hangs low on his hips, probably on purpose.

"aren't you going to congratulate me?"

"congratulations?"

"i was thinking about a different kind of congratulations. something like..." his finger pulls at the belt hoop of your pants, then lets it snap against your skin, "this."

"you have to play another match to get to that point," you tease.

"do i now?"

truth is, you wish for nothing more than to get down on your knees and have him twitch in your mouth. you so desperately need it. so you let your hand reach for his towel, easily undoing it and letting it fall on the floor. you don't look down just yet, eyes locked with his. yunho finally grabs your face by your jaw, pulling you in for a hot kiss. his tongue is quick to find yours, circling it and rubbing it all the right ways. your blouse doesn't get unbuttoned. ripping it open seems faster to yunho, firm hands shredding the fabric and letting buttons fly to the floor. you gasp at the action, and he is quick to place his hands on your breasts. you're thankful for wearing a decent bra today, not one of those you had as a teen.

"i'll have to see you wearing my jersey and bouncing on my cock one day after practice. think you could do that?"

"i think i very much could," you say, excitement running in your veins.

yunho sits on the bench, trying to pull you into his lap. you stop him, dropping down on your knees. a proper congratulations.

you take a moment to admire his length. he isn't thick, but he is very long. he feels hot under your fingers, eager to be taken cared of. your tongue gets a first taste of him, and soon after, you're struggling to take him in. he is too big for you, but the pleasure is too good for him to back away. he grabs your hair, pushing your head down to make you swallow as much of him as you can.

"yunho?"

you freeze around his cock, eyes going wide. you are hidden by a row of lockers, but only a few steps in and the whole situation would be visible to the poor intruder.

"keep going," yunho mumbles, caressing your cheek.

you slowly start swallowing him again, working your tongue around him.

"yes?" he says, masking his pleasure well.

"everyone is waiting for you, man. they already finished off that fruit tart you were waiting for!"

"let me just take a quick shower and i'll be right there."

"if you say so."

the door shuts, and yunho spares no time in ramming his cock into your mouth a few more times before pulling you off and picking you up. he slams you against the lockers, hands firm on your thighs. he manages to take off your pants, not bothering with the panties. he only pushes them aside, and not even bothering to stretch you out beforehand, carefully inserts his hot muscle inside of you. it is no use biting your hand down to hide the noises, his pace continiously ramming into the soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back.

"you'll have to be a bit more quiet, baby." he says, voice low and raspy.

you look at him, your body completely relaxed in his hands as you take every pump he has to offer. yunho looks at you as if he is trying to hypnotize you, with eyes so focused on your face, examining every single reaction you have to his moves.

"we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt again, would we?"

you shake your head, unable to speak. you can only moan, louder and louder, as your fingers desperately tug on his still damp hair. having had enough of your loud noises, yunho carries you to the bench, cock still buried deep inside of you. he lays you on the bench, then reaches over your head to grab something.

"open up for me," he instructs.

you do, and he gently places his jersey between your lips so it muffles your moans.

"good girl," he praises, then continues his moves.

the fabric in your mouth proves itself useful, successfully muffling the noises you make. not long after, you feel the pleasure building up in the bottom of your stomach.

"fuck, you're clenching so much, i'm going to cum soon," he hisses, hands desperately gripping your waist.

you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take the message and make you cum too. he recognizes it, and brings his hand to his mouth, wetting his fingers. he then places them on your clit, rubbing the tense bud in ways that have your back arching from the bench, mentally begging him for release already.

"fuck-" he groans, speeding up.

you bite down on the fabric, focusing on reaching the sweet release, clenching your walls to help him reach his too. he moans, for the first time, throwing his head back as he fucks his seed into you, filling you up until you can't take it anymore and let it spill on the bench. the new warm sensation inside of you triggers your own orgasm, your hands reaching for his as you twitch, orgasm washing over your body in multiple ways.

yunho holds your hands above your head, pressing kisses along your exposed collarbones and neck, calming you as you get down from the high. it takes you a while to come back to your senses, feeling yunho's hair tickling your bare skin as he still peppers your skin with kisses.

he laughs fondly, seeing what a mess he made out of you. removing the jersey from your mouth, he wastes no time in kissing you properly, this time a bit softer than before.

you pull away, the cold air from the air conditioner finally hitting your bare skin and sweat, making you shiver.

"so..." you breathe out.

"so..." he repeats.

"when is your next match again?"

feedback greatly appreciated! 💕

[frogchiro]

Cowboy Casanova

Day 2 entry!! Yay! Today we have our favorite american slasher, Graves! I hope you enjoy reading♡

Warnings: nsfw, mentions of blood, death and a tiny bit of gore but not too much, it's slasher Graves, general pervy, creepy behavior and just kinda toxic and obsessive Graves, stalking

Philip Graves is a particular man. Coming from an extremely rich and privileged background, basically from the beginning he had or would get everything he would ever want. When he wanted his very own horse at 8? His papa got him one from the best breeder. He wanted a fancy pick up truck at 16 to show off to his peers the moment he got his license? His parents gave him the keys with a smile. He wanted to bang a girl when he was in college? Here she was, hopping on his dick an hour later.

But the thing about Philip Graves was that he's a very jealous and possessive man. He might be called a spoiled brat born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he jealously covets and protects what he cherishes; the gifted horse had the best everything it could ever want and it peacefully died of old age, the pick up truck was thoroughly loved and taken care of and is still in his garage used for recreational rides, as for the girlfriend? Well...yeah sure he dumped her like a week after but at least he snatched her right from under some shit-for-brains rugby player.

But as years passed by nothing seemed to excite him anymore, sure he had his fun in many ways, even picked up a new hobby or two, but even the screams and begging of his victims didn't do the trick anymore. Now that he's pushing 40, Philip's mind starts to wander to places he never thought it would; a pretty floral sundress or skirt moving around his home, a sweet smile and soft eyes greeting him when he gets home from wrangling his ranch, the delicious smell of a nutricious, fatty dinner wafting through the kitchen and the pitter patter of tiny feet clumsily running towards him, a flash of a tiny pink dress jumping at him. A family. Something Philip never thought about in his youth but he guesses the 'biological clock' wasn't complete bullshit as he thought. The problem was that no one really interested him, no one made his heart squeeze and his cock stir to make them the candidate for Philip's wife and those certainly weren't the women in town. No, it had to be someone perfect, a perfect wife, mother, partner for life but there was no one...

Well... his problem solved itself quicker than he thought with your arrival in town. A sweet looking young thing, you looked just about 20 and like a frightened doe when he first saw you get out of the bus one evening with just a measly backpack and a suitcase, not nearly enough to be moving in here but later when he did his own research and asked the local sheriff after you he found out you were apparently staying here and Philip would be lying if he said that his cock didn't pulse in his jeans with happiness.

He didn't believe in love at first sight, fuck no, that was some bullshit in those terrible romantic comedies and such, he didn't have time for this but with you? The blonde man knew you would be trouble with your big, doe eyes, soft body and those broad hips he was sure would carry a baby for him, his baby...

He found put that you were renting a room in old Margery's home in exchange for working in her orchard and helping her around her little farm. Pff, if he had it his way, if only you came to him for help, you wouldn't ever have to lift a finger again, just be sweet and nice and cook him dinner buuut well, here you are.

You may ask, how did he find out all these things about you? Well the thing about Philip is that he's very persistent and once he sets his sight on something, he will get it even if he has to resolve to some...unethical methods like stalking although he'd rather call it 'gathering information for good, future use' which leads you now to the present where the blonde man is hiding behind some bushes and trees to look at you getting ready for bed.

He still can't believe his luck, your room is on the upper floor facing the dark orchard where especially at night like now, Philip can go undetected and he takes full advantage of it. He watches you undress from your pretty pastel sundress, your tits and soft tummy on show, not to mention your hips and thighs.

"Ohh you're just asking for it darlin', ain't ya?" Philip growled lowly to himself as he watched you slip into a nightgown, a modest thing but still pretty plus it showed off a lot of your cleavage and Graves licked his lips before biting his lip at the thought of suckling your cute nipples, marking up your tits so that everyone would know that you're his-but what is that? What are you doing, you little songbird?

Philip's train of thoughts was abruptly cut short when he saw you dimming your lights and slipping a hand under your nightgown, the other one slipping off the shoulder strap down and starting to finger at your nipple. From this distance and due to the darkness around he couldn't see well but he saw your brows draw in tight, your pretty lips falling open to gasp as your fingers worked probably on your clit.

"You little fuckin' tease..." came growled from Philip, his teeth gnashing at the display, a sudden weave of possessiveness washing over him. Suddenly he's jealous of everything, even your bed and nightgown that they get to witness your pleasure and not him. Not your future husband and father of your babies, it doesn't matter that you haven't formally met yet, he will make sure you will soon.

For now though he needs to retreat, go back to his huge but lonely and quiet house and jerk off until his cock is red and raw, balls empty and his belly and chest splattered with his sperm that he grumbles should be inside you but he has to make do for now.

Just you wait little love, soon you will be by his side and then no one will even think of coming between you♡

[blingblong55]

TV Crush -141

Based on a request:

This is my first time sending a concept of mine so I apologise if my concept is absoulute dog shit So I'm from Ireland and rugby is extremely popular here and when I watch it me and my mom are really rowdy and we just flatout simp for some of the men so I can imagine a female reader at the TF141 base in the lounge just watching a rugby match and absolutely gawking over one of the players and soap joins in after being curious as to what the reader was doing and then the rest of the task force walk in the room to just the reader and soap absolutely drooling over the players😭 (Have a good day or night💋���)

F!Reader, platonic!relationship

Normal day at the base, you sit by the television, the common room has the best channels, especially your personal favourite, Sky Sports. The men at the base use it mainly for football, mainly Ghost and Price but you recently started to use it for Rugby. The sport is quite intriguing, fun and easy to follow along. And, as your weekly favourite match began, Soap rushed to the sofa with you. "Think they'll do the montage?" he asks you and you nod. "If they don't I'm sure, we'll see a fan-made one somewhere."

As the match went on, you gushed over George Ford and his beauty as well as how amazing he did in this match. Soap chuckled anytime you blushed or giggled at the camera angles the channel gave you. "holy fuck that man- Soap! Oh my...look at the- ah...dude...the fucking- oh my!" you kept hitting his arm and he laughed. "I mean, personally I think Anthony Watson is much better looking." You nod, "I mean he is hot- Soap...look at the way he looks at the other team!" you blush and he shakes his head. "And to think he is married- ow what was that for!" he says as he rubs his arm. "Don't you dare break my fangirl moment right now." A promise to another punch if he dares break your heart.

As you two argue and gush over the men, Gaz calls Price in. "Wouldn't surprise me if they were-" That's when he hears you and Soap giggle like school girls. "Never mind." price says and then Ghost walks in. "They're doing it again?" he asks the other two men who just nod.

"If he asked for it, I'd lick the sweat off him," you comment to which Soap playfully hits your arm. "Same but you're nasty out loud, lass." The three men just watch in amusement as Soap and you cheer for when the attractive men of the teams come on screen and boo when they aren't on screen. "One of these days we'll have to put them on leashes or they'll bite any man that resembles any of those lads." Gaz comments and Price, like a tired father nods. "They'll end up getting us in trouble if we don't control them."

"Agree with that." Ghost comments. After the match, you and Soap do the usual social media scan, looking for any of the thirst traps any other fan has made. But in the middle of the weekly blushing and thirst comments said out loud, you and he ended up thirsting over the much older but still attractive, older men in the acting industry. "I don't condone cheating but if he wanted to have fun for a night with me before going back to his wife, I'd give him a pass." A comment to which Soap nods, "Honestly if I were to be with this exquisite piece of art, I'd brag every minute of the day." You hum in agreement.

"They'll be the downfall of this task force." Price says before passing out a cloud of smoke. "Aye, but at least it gives us three hours to ourselves." Ghost comments. "Anyway, you lads want to head to the mess hall." Gaz offers and both men nod, to which they all leave the room. "Fuck do I need an older man inside of me." you sigh out and Soap pats your shoulder, "One day my friend."

A/N: I have no idea where this is headed...

[ashbrat488]

Ashbrat488 Fanfic Masterlist

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale - State of Grace - Complete

Grace Carson was friends with Ransom Drysdale throughout school. Best friends actually, but only in private, their friendship breaking apart after graduation. She went to college, coming back to Boston to work at Harlan's publishing company as an editor. But when Harlan dies, she's thrown back into Ransom's life at the bequest of Harlan himself. Will they be able to get along well enough to carry out Harlan's wishes or will their differences just be too much, leaving Ransom without his inheritance.

Henry Cavill

Henry Cavill AU - Foul Play - Complete

Millicent "Milly" Bailey loses her mother just before her high school graduation and decides to move to England with her newly found father, Darren, she didn't know about until she turned 16. Now she's an American from a small town in Iowa, thrown into a new country and a new culture at one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. She's quiet and mostly likes to keep to herself until she catches the eye of a handsome rugby player, Henry Cavill. Henry thinks it's funny to tease Milly, bullying her with the help of his friends. That is until his last year of school where he really needs to buckle down and obtain the proper grades if he wants to be scouted for the England Rugby Team. Neither of them are happy when the dean, Milly's father, puts them together in their last year for Milly to help him graduate. Can they learn to see eye to eye and get along or will everything fall apart before graduation?

Captain Syverson - Flower In The Desert - Complete

Violet Becker is the daughter of the Major General, and despite her ranking, she refuses special treatment when she gets sent to the middle east in the midst of war. Constantly underestimated her whole life, she finishes medical school and is itching to put her new skills to work. She is left under the command of Edward Syverson who has sworn to her father to protect her. Can he keep his promise or is having to take care of a woman in the middle of a warzone too much for even him?

August Walker - Candy - Ongoing

August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly. To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires. However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

Drabbles

Calahan Skogman (Baseball AU) - Sliding Into Home

Sebastian Stan AU - Hope In Love

Bucky Barnes - Torn Pages

Cole Turner (Chris Evans) - Codename: Turtledove

Ransom Drysdale - Speak Now

Steve Rogers - Happy Birthday Captain

Jake Jensen - Dessert

Ari Levinson/Steve Rogers MFM - Pure Smut

Lloyd Hansen/August Walker MFM - Pure Smut

Sherlock (Henry Cavill) - Sherlock And His Cane

Ewan McGregor - Better Than Revenge

Author's Note: I only write for readers over 18. I write a lot of smut. Please do not engage or read if you are under 18. I *do* take requests... I also have a lot more stories on Wattpad (including a lot of Chris Evans) if you would like to check them out there.

Also, all my female characters are always original. No, I do not write y/n or reader stories. I prefer to create actual characters. Just my preference

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

So originally, I was gonna rate this four stars, but after a few chapters I was fully invested. A “why choose”, fake dating, friends to lovers? Yeah, I knew this was gonna be a rollercoaster. And boy, I was NOT disappointed.

There’s the ex-rugby player who says the infamous “don’t fall in love with me” line, the sweet “boy next door” who’s secretly been in love with her for YEARS, and then the ex-teacher who’s ten years older than her. It shouldn’t work and for a few chapters everyone’s worst fears come to pass, but this foursome pulls themselves together to talk everything out.

Faking with Benefits is filled with humor, spice, and DRAMA! Seriously, don’t let the cover fool you. The spice is.. well, you’ll see.

* Wow. I totally don’t blame Layla’s date for bailing. lol. Too strong, girl. Too strong for a first date.

* Hottie Zach to the rescue 😍

* Zach and his pet names are kinda swoon-worthy, ngl.

* Lol she’s drunk and hitting on her old teacher. Nice.

* Oohhh. I was wondering why “sweet” Josh seemed kind of dick-ish to Layla when she drunkenly stated she’d pay them for relationship advice. He loves her.

* Aww. Luke doesn’t wanna fake date his ex-student. I like that he has boundaries, but I’m excited for those to vanish. He should totally take Layla on as his date to the wedding his ex keeps inviting him to 😂

* Goddamn. She’s so bad at dating 😬

* Oh la la. Layla’s got a sharing kink 😏

* Those kisses… 🥵 wtf haha. 6/10.

* Luke is starting to hurt MY feelings lol.

* Oh wow. Josh really went in while Zack and Layla were kissing. He found her weakness and totally doesn’t know 😂

* Oohhh. She bold now. She wants both of them to fuck her for practice 👀 Luke is gonna fly off the fuckin handle if he walks out and sees them.

* Goddamn. Josh CAN EAT 🤭

* And Zack… that dude really took her to pound town. Along with Josh. Those two would ruin me.

* Oh no. Finding out Zack had an ex who died when they were eighteen is so sad 😭

* C’mon, Luke. Just make a move, for fuck’s sake!

* Ugh. Luke and Layla’s outing was going so good! And then Donny, an ex-something, had to go and ruin it. Fuck that dude.

* I want Josh and Layla together so bad! And with Zack and Luke, but Josh! Oh my goodness.

* Luke finally snapped! Thank god haha.

* Goddamn. Luke is very… dominant. I did not expect this 😏

* “Okay, babe. I don’t know how strong the human head is, and I don’t think it matters. There’s no weight capacity. Just sit on his face, and if he dies, he dies.” // “Damn straight. Bury him alive. Lucky guy.”

* Ayyyy. She’s at the ex-wife’s wedding with the ex-husband. Be petty!!

* She has to move to America if everything with this collaboration works out? 😬 None of the boys are happy. They all caught feelings but no one wants to fess up.

* Fuckkkk. She leaves in a week. Just reluctantly says they’ll end their experiment before she has to leave and Zack is not happy. The one who didn’t want her to fall in love with him doesn’t want her to leave. Damn.

* Goddammit, Zack.

* Well this wedding reception is an absolute shit show. Josh desperately wants to tell Layla he loves her, Zack is intending to break things off, and Luke’s es-wife is telling him that Layla is a whore. wtf.

* Wow. Luke and Zack fucked up. Poor Josh. How’s that gonna go for him?

* The fucking drama. I can’t. My heart hurts.

* Well I’m happy they came to their senses, but fuck. Zack and Luke were kind of harsh. Zack especially. I don’t want her to give in and forgive, but I know she will.

* Oh wow. She lost the collaboration with the designer in New York because of the podcast. This sucks.

* So after crying and groveling, all is well!

* And now she’s taking them has her dates to the high school reunion. Oh fuck 😂

* Damn. Drama at the high school reunion. I totally saw that coming.

* Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. They GOT MARRIED!

[worldsfromhoney]

I’ve been so much on the fence about this that i think i consulted three servers i’m in and had a very reasonable breakdown during an intense convo with one of my best friends.

BEHOLD this is the result of my externalised inner struggle

🥁🥁🥁🥁 *drumroll* 🥁🥁🥁🥁

WiP intro: Imposter Syndrome

A What Shouldn’t Have Been Written short story.

Ok ima face it: idk what to do here so i’ll just wing it and i hope it’s enough 😵‍💫

Status

Will finish the first draft by 10/06

Posting date: 10/09

WiP tags

#wip: imposter syndrome

#wip: wshbw

#oc: del bonnaire

#oc: jo bonnaire

#oc: conn

#oc: mrs. bonnaire

What it on

A horror short story where society has found a way to let people change their skin—literally. And Del Bonnaire has had his eye on a particular one for years. With a dying mother and a grieving dad, what can stop him?

Genres/Themes

horror/thriller

suspense

sci-fi

family

morality and ethics

NOTE: there’s a hella more tags and warnings but they’re available on Inkitt and Wattpad so please look before you read!

Characters

Those who matter anyway ✌️But! They all show up! They all matter!

Del Bonnaire

A daddy’s boy is what Del puts in every social profile he has. And that’s exactly what he is. Recently graduated from university and turned 22 years old. He’s delayed his coming-of-age ‘changing’ for 7 years and has batted away the legal notices. An inch taller than his rugby player of a father, with a lean form (genetics, darling, he’ll say), and rare green-hued eyes—he’s a catch for the skin centre. But there’s a reason he’s delayed and the time has finally come.

Jo Bonnaire

Del’s father and [redacted]. Despite being a sports boy throughout his entire life, barring from going professional, he doesn’t like being put to the spotlight. A devoted husband who attends to his wife’s every want and need, even to the point of predicting it. Very sticky though, as his rugby lads would comment. Recently turned 40 as he got Del early in life. Comes from old money and works as a behind-the-scenes philanthropist. He seems normal enough… right?

Mrs. Bonnaire

Del’s mother and [redacted], and Jo’s wife and [redacted]. She’s a pretty isolated person and neighbours gossip it’s because she got sickly after her first husband’s death. An utter miracle that someone like Jo had taken her in, they’ll also say. No one’s seen much of her family than her father who was seen rowing with Jo one night and never came back. Past schoolmates say she was very different in the past—a political activist against the ‘skin change movement’. Where’s that woman now?

Conn

Del’s childhood best friend. He and his aunt are the Bonnaire’s closest neighbours. Rather than him keeping Del, it’s more of the way around with how others see him always being comforted and apologising after a fight. Like a puppy whining after a particularly slick kitten, the other kids say. Handsome enough in his own right—brunette, grey eyes, dimple—but overshadowed by Del’s dark, tall, and handsome vibe. He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind much of what Del does anymore.

Dr. Katz

The doctor assigned to Mrs. Bonnaire’s case. One of the most renowned doctors in the hospital and the only one willing to take on the case. Not because of its queerness or impossibility but because of the two Bonnaires who stand guard day and night. You’re just imagining it, the charmed nurses reassure her, but she isn’t buying it. In the end, she’s right not to.

Snippet

NOTE: the snippet here is from the first draft which is crap so you will be reading crap 🥰

I think I give him an answer but it gets lost as a muffled mumble in his shirt. I’m not ready to let go. There’s a beating heart and a chest that rises and falls properly with no help so near that I don’t want to let go.

…and that’s all for now!

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Eleanor, the Channel 4 people tell me the day before we meet, is very keen I watch the third part of her new series, The Couple Next Door. The problem is that the audio on my preview copy of this episode is so wildly out of sync I can’t follow what’s going on. Anxious hours pass, but by nightfall the problem is sorted and I soon understand why Eleanor Tomlinson ― she who was Mrs Poldark ― wants me to see it. There is plenty to discuss. And the sex is wild.

Tomlinson is Evie in this compulsive six-parter. The daughter of strict religious parents, she has been together for ever with her first boyfriend, Pete, and they are now expecting a baby, which is why they are moving to a larger house in a quiet Leeds suburb. Their neighbours, the couple next door, are something else, a mesomorph cop and a vampy yoga instructor both temperamentally unsuited to the quiet Truman Show-like community in which they live. The old terms for them would be wife-swappers or swingers, but we would probably call them polyamorists these days. Anyhow, you know what I mean. By episode three of what you could call a complex relationship drama, but which is really a sex thriller, it looks likely that Evie and Pete will RSVP in the affirmative to their new friends’ approaches, which are about as subtle as a Bogof sign in a supermarket.

Plot-wise, The Couple Next Door is a slight departure for Tomlinson, not just because the role does not require a period corset but because while she has played many rule-breakers, they usually settle down. The most famous example, of course, is her Demelza in the BBC’s Poldark, a character who started off feral but ended up doing the dishes and giving birth to Captain Ross’s many progeny. After a bit of a scrap, she even accepted the pectorially blessed mine owner back into her bed after his seduction/rape of a childhood sweetheart (which is more than Tomlinson would have done, she told one interviewer). In this series we watch the butter melt in Evie’s ingenuous mouth, first slowly, then very quickly indeed.

We meet on the poop deck of a canalside café in Hoxton, east London, where we are having coffee.

It’s a dangerous game, I say, this extramarital sex thing. Copulation has consequences. Does she agree?

“Do I agree with adultery?”

Does she agree with me?

“Well, look, in terms of ― I don’t know what you call it ― couple-swapping, I guess, it’s not for me, but that doesn’t mean I would judge anyone who wants to do it. I think we’re now in a time where people are liberated and feel at home expressing themselves and who they are. They won’t be confined to certain boxes any more. So if it works for you, then terrific. It’s not a route I would explore.”

We discuss the series’s pristine under-populated precinct, actually a new-build housing estate in the Netherlands chosen by the show’s Belgian director, Dries Vos. “He’s kind of leant into the idea that suburbia is a bit creepy and a bit entrapping. I think everyone has the fear that their life is suddenly going to become scheduled. You leave for work at this time. You go about your day. You get home at this time. Eat your dinner, have your chat and go to bed. It’s that fear.”

Well, that’s the fear of marriage, I say, and she agrees. But she also means that now she is 31 she sees that her twenties flashed by, half of them consumed, professionally, by Poldark. “You just want to say, ‘Stop! Let me just go back to being 18 for five minutes.’”

Talking of marriage ― as I was at least ―Tomlinson last year wed Will Owen, a 28-year-old rugby player with Clifton Rugby Club in Bristol. I suggest The Couple Next Door might feel a strange project for someone who 15 months ago exchanged marriage vows.

“Actually not at all, no, because it’s just a character,” she says. “It’s just a character who is very different from me and I can get stuck into and enjoy playing. My personal life doesn’t really come into any of my work decisions.”

And this is where things with the sharp yet warm, canny yet open Tomlinson get interesting: her work decisions. I am not divulging with whom Evie ends up having the sex of her life in episode three, but it is epic lovemaking. On closer inspection, however, it does not count as TV nudity. My next sentence will sound prurient, but I promise it is relevant to showbusiness in the era that dawned when HBO turned up the lights at The Sopranos’ Bada Bing! club and upon which ― thanks, Netflix and you fellow streamers ― the sun has yet to set. In this sex scene there are no (female) nipples visible and certainly no genitalia. I ask whether this squared with what Tomlinson has previously said about her reluctance to do nude scenes.

“I have done nudity before but, for me, it’s based on each project and how necessary I feel it is. And I didn’t feel like it was for this. I mean, there was a conversation where they were pushing for it and the harder they pushed for it, the more I felt like saying, ‘No, you’re just not being creative here. There are

so many more interesting ways that you can show this.’ So much of it comes down to the chemistry between the actors and working with the intimacy coordinators. You find a balance. You don’t need to show everything, because ultimately that immediately pauses everyone’s concentration. They’ve just seen something and they’re actually not invested in the scene any more.

“I think because [the show] is so obviously about sexual exploration, it would have been such an obvious choice to have nudity in it. I actually think not having it makes it more interesting.”

So she had a conversation?

“I quite enjoy the conversations where someone tries to tell me why it’s necessary. And if, after they’ve been through my rigorous checklist of questions, I believe that it is necessary ― and I already know at the beginning whether it is or not ― then I would enter into another conversation about it.”

But they’ve never convinced her yet?

“Well, there was one project in which I was convinced and that was a film called Colette a couple of years ago, with Keira Knightley and Dominic West. And because of my character and who she was and what she meant to those two very real characters ― it’s all based on a true story ― and because it was so much from the female gaze, so much about the female exploration of sexuality, I felt like it was necessary for that particular role. But I’ve yet to find a role since.”

Or before?

“Yes. Also, there’s an element of self-preservation that comes into it because you’re opening yourself up to be screenshot and paused, and those pictures end up online and will for ever be there. So it’s a very serious thing that you have to decide. I think if you have the confidence to do it as an actor or actress, great. And it’s not that I don’t have the confidence; it’s just that for me it has to be character-driven.”

It must also take confidence to say no. Younger actors may not have it.

“And that’s the thing. Whenever I’m on a project that younger actors are involved in and they have to do sex scenes, I always make a point of speaking very openly to both parties or all parties about it and just make sure that everyone is comfortable and they don’t feel forced into anything or that they’re frightened of anything. At the end of doing it as well, if they want to talk to someone about what they’ve been through that day [I’m there]. Because it’s a pretty weird thing.”

It is pretty unusual to find on television investigations of female sexual appetites at all. Pete, Evie’s partner, and Danny, the police-biker neighbour, almost too obviously embody two contrasting varieties of adult male human. As Pete, Alfred Enoch (formerly of Harry Potter) is slight, cerebral, an investigative reporter on what is left of his local paper. As Danny, Sam Heughan (the Outlander star but here leather-trousered not kilted) is seriously built and seriously dim. His home features a very big television and little in the way of reading matter.

Does Tomlinson have a type?

“I’ve never had a type. For me it’s all about personality and a sense of connection and, you know, someone who can really make me laugh, someone I can be totally myself with. I always hate that saying ― what is that saying? ― that he or she is punching… I hate that.”

Punching? What does that mean?

“If a guy is dating a girl who is very good-looking, someone might say to him, sort of lad talk, ‘Oh, he’s punching above his weight.’ I hate that. I’ve always tried to steer clear of that and just get to know people for who they are. Particularly these days, with apps and phones, everything is so based around what you look like.”

Certainly her husband looks nothing like Harry Richardson, the actor whom she dated for a year after he was cast as Demelza’s brother, Drake, on Poldark in 2017. Richardson is neat and svelte; Owen, his Instagram account reveals, has biceps that could crack coconuts. Playing centre, Tomlinson explains, Owen is not involved in scrums, but there have been a couple of “bad scrapes” and “quite a few trips to A&E”. “It’s just one of those things where you go, ‘OK. And breathe.’ ”

They met through a friend who was married to Owen’s team captain at the time. “They dragged me along to a rugby game. I hadn’t ever really seen any rugby before but there he was and suddenly I was very keen to watch more rugby, let’s put it that way.”

For ten years in London she lived alone but, when lockdown was declared in March 2020, the couple decided to hunker down with his parents, his two sisters and their partners. The younger sister was a little awestruck at first, as one of her go-to films growing up was Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, in which Tomlinson had starred aged 15. She quickly got over it.

“Covid just sped everything up, didn’t it? Suddenly, I was in their space and with them all the time. And it was quite an amazing thing, really. I just feel very lucky that they are who they are and that they accepted me in the ways that they did. We forged a bond, or I did, with all his family that would have taken us years otherwise.”

Tomlinson and Owen married in July 2022 at a country hotel in the Cotswolds. According to the Daily Mail, which is reliable on such things, she wore an off-the-shoulder Pronovias gown and Christian Louboutin heels (he was in a three-piece lounge suit, incidentally). Among the credits for the big day was her publicist, Victoria Raeburn-Wales. But there was no need to PR their happiness. “He’s a gentleman and I feel very lucky to have found my one,” she says when I offer my congratulations.

Had she planned to marry in her late twenties or early thirties? Her reply rather explains who she is.

“I think at some point I thought, ‘Yes, I’d love to get married,’ but I’ve always prioritised my career. I’ve never really thought, ‘This is what I want. This is when I want it.’ It’s always just been working as hard as I can, following the jobs, and trying to find someone who understands that is quite tricky.”

Yet marrying an actor would have been hard too?

“I love what I do, but I couldn’t think of anything worse ― well, obviously I could ― than to come home and have the same conversation as basically what happened in my day with someone else,” she says. “It would drive me crazy. Also, there’s an inherent competitiveness in my soul. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, if you’re working and I’m not, it’s not going to go well.”

Born to an actor, Malcolm Tomlinson, and a singer, Judith Hibbert, young Eleanor decided to become an actress aged ten on the set of The Bill, where her father was working. By 14 she was playing Jessica Biel’s younger self on the very profitable Hollywood romantic mystery The Illusionist. Back home she was in the Doctor Who spin-off The Sarah Jane Adventures and Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland.

A lot of her education was perforce conducted on sets with tutors, which made keeping up with her friends at Beverley High School back home in East Yorkshire hard. “There were a “couple of instances where I felt a little bit ostracised”, she admits, but in any case she was quite “insular”, lacked confidence socially and was not particularly academic (but always worked hard).

In 2013 Bryan Singer cast her for a main role in Jack the Giant Slayer but the $185-million movie flopped. She now knows never to predict how something will be received. The stars were aligned for Poldark, however. In 2014 I went to report on the making of the first series and arrived at the West Country shoot feeling sceptical. Having rewatched some of the original Seventies series, Poldark seemed faintly ridiculous and hardly worth reviving. Yet talking to the new version’s star, Aidan Turner, and its writer, Debbie Horsfield (Tomlinson was not around that day), I felt intimations of greatness. Its first season duly averaged more than eight million viewers and made Turner the hottest hunk on television, although not so distractingly that people failed to notice how seductively good Tomlinson was as his young wife.

I wonder whether she feared nothing in her future career would make the same impact but she says no, because she so enjoyed making Poldark. “I learnt so much. I mean, I was 21 when I got the part and 26 when it ended. I just did so much growing up. I learnt so much about myself as an actress.”

Since it finished in 2019 her career has known ratings triumph and ratings disaster. Stephen Merchant’s BBC1 comedy The Outlaws, about a gang of community service ne’er-do-wells in which she plays the troubled influencer Lady Gabby, is going to a third series and next year she will feature alongside Leo Woodall (The White Lotus) in Netflix’s adaptation of David Nicholls’s One Day. Her big break into American TV, The Nevers, however, was cancelled swiftly by HBO, despite having been created by Joss Whedon of Buffy the Vampire Hunter fame, and Sky black-holed Intergalactic, a kind of female Blake’s Seven, after one season.

“I’ve had to grow a thick skin,” she says.“I wasn’t always thick-skinned. Every job that didn’t go my way used to break my heart, and every time a job finished I would just cry for weeks because I missed all my friends and I missed the role. I missed that thing of being away and being part of a company.”

Although she had been in the business for a decade even then, it was Demelza who migrated her from ingenue to leading lady. She made the role her own partly by insisting that the fiery peasant girl who lands Ross should be a redhead, although in Winston Graham’s Poldark books Demelza was dark-haired and Tomlinson is naturally dark blonde. (She wasn’t, by a long chalk, even born when Angharad Rees played Demelza redheaded in the Seventies series.)

“They fought back on it a bit. They wanted her to be blonde at some point, but I remember feeling this kind of drive. I was like a dog with a bone, and that role came up and I just wouldn’t let it go. It just consumed me for ages. I was put through the wringer with auditions and chemistry tests ― whatever they are ― with Aidan and then eventually the role was mine. But even going forward, it was like I inherently knew who I wanted her to be and her having this kind of fiery red hair. It just felt so right to me, and in the end they agreed.”

And red she has stayed?

“To be any other colour would feel really odd. You build a brand. I became known as Demelza and I suddenly thought, ‘Well, why would I change it now?’ Because something finally worked, you know?”

The other day, she says, she turned down a tempting part because it did not “feel” right. I say she is fortunate to be able to make such choices.

“I’m very fortunate,” she says. “I feel very, very lucky to do what I love doing. But, you know, it doesn’t always work out. It’s not always rosy.”

But when it does, it is clearly all-consuming.

“I can’t describe it. It just makes my heart beat faster. Finding a script, reading a script and getting into the character ― whether it’s an audition, whether it’s the offer of a role ― it just makes my heart beat faster. It drives me.”

There will, I promise, be many hearts beating faster when The Couple Next Door starts. It’s good. Just keep your cardiologist on speed dial come episode three.

The Couple Next Door begins on Monday, November 27, at 9pm on Channel 4. All episodes are then available to stream

Andrew Billen has been a journalist for 40 years, including two stints on The Times from 1984-89 and from 2002 to the present. He specialises in interviews with celebrities, politicians and writers as well as writing long-form features for the magazine. For ten years he was also The Times's television critic.

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[angeldcgs]

i added a couple new muses and i'd love to get some threads going so like this for a starter from one of them <3 they're listed below the cut, along with some wanted dynamics/plots for them, but you can lmk if you wanna know more about any of them or brainstorm smthn new!!

duncan slater (h.arris d.ickinson fc)- he/him, 26, bisexual, switch, mechanic/d.rug dealer

goes by "dunc" or "slater" most of the time, star rugby player in high school until he got kicked off the team for beating a kid half to death during a game, hotheaded and grumpy 80% of the time.

wanted plots/connections: a customer who owes him money, boss' wife/daughter, someone he trusted to sell some of his supply for him but then they just do all the d.rugs themselves and dunc is pissed, daughter of a cop who arrested him

rosalind "roz" flannery (r.achel w.eisz fc)- she/her, 49, pansexual, dominant, housewife

spoiled daddy's girl turned bored housewife, only with her husband for the money and appearances but luckily he's never around so she can have her fair share of trysts!! always has a gaggle of lovers who she cuts loose when they inevitably develop feelings for her. head of several charity organizations bc it looks good for her reputation and, once again, she's bored af.

wanted plots/connections: age gap + wealth gap (p much a sugar mommy type of deal, but maybe they're reluctant to accept her gifts because of pride), husband's assistant/intern/business partner, former lover from her past ("the one that got away" type beat), idk she just needs younger men to walk like a dog (figuratively.) (unless.......)

amani parker (m.yha'la h.errold fc)- she/her, 27, queer, dominant, con-artist

a chameleon of a person, able to adapt her personality to whatever situation in order to get what she wants. internally very callous and calculating, selfish, ruthless, but she'll make you think you're besties if she wants something from you. never really had anyone to genuinely love and care for her, would probably crumble to pieces from the smallest bit of affection.

wanted plots/connections: daughter/son/child of someone she's trying to scam, a fellow scammer trying to scam the same target as amani, a private investigator of some sort who's pretending to date her in order to get more info about her scams (but they fall in love fr, obviously)

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Oh, let me tell you a tale.

I went to a women's college. It had a rugby team. No sooner had me, my mom, and her extremely gay wife sat down in the benches of the amphitheater for orientation, then had the captain of said rugby team materialized in front of us like a stocky gay fairy godmother desperately waiting to turn some field mice into cleats for me because this girl had sized me up and just knew she wanted me on her team.

Funny how often people in her position seem to decide that about me, the girl's football coach did the exact same thing over study hall in Senior year.

Anyway, being me, I say yes, but only for the first year because it becomes very clear very fast to literally everyone that I am too much of a danger to myself and others to be allowed to do anything but cheer on the side lines but the captain and I stay friends for the rest of her 2 years there and my GOD the stunts this girl half my height would pull.

She was constantly in some kind of cast from rugby games, but whenever we were on a costuming project together, she would just be hauling around metal pieces and bolts of fabric twice her height like they were nothing. I once saw her lifting hay bales at the stables and almost walked into the creek. Like yeah I'm gay, but also she's strong as shit and feared nothing and no one. She was a double major bio-chem, med school track, rugby captain who still made time for all us gay lil firsties in costuming while bringing home championships every year.

And somehow so many rugby player I know has a story like this? There are just all these incredible athletes who have varying levels of relationships with safety while pulling all sorts of cool and amazing athletic stunts and frankly it pisses me the fuck off that every year these women got no attention and no funding despite their hard work, because "no one cares about women's sports".

Why can't it just be sports? Because some of these women could blow the men they'd be competing against out of the water? Because trans people might get validated along the way??

Absolutely wild. Just let people compete to their level.

God, anyone else remember when everyone understood that the correct feminist position about sports was that women should be allowed to compete with men because they're just as capable? When it was a trope in media to have the mysterious star athlete who just blew everyone else out of the water to take off her helmet and reveal that she was a woman the whole time?

Now people are rabidly arguing that supposed "men" (trans women) have inherent insurmountable biological advantages and cis women are too weak and dainty and unskilled to ever compete and must be protected, and then they try to call themselves feminists who are being silenced as if that's not just the mainstream sexist patriarchal opinion

Anyway, desegregate sports. There was never any reason to separate them by gender in the first place

[cattatonically]

Dead Serious Case #3: Mr. Bruce Reyes (Crawshanks Guide to the Recently Departed, book 3)

Synopsis

Tristan Everett was finally getting used to the strangeness that was his life. Being able to see the dead and helping them solve their unfinished business and cross into the light wasn’t so bad after all, especially when he was accompanied by his best friend, dead drag queen Dusty Le Frey. His boyfriend, sexy Scotland Yard detective Danny Hayes, now knew the truth about Tristan’s “gift,” and they were about to move in together officially. Life was good.

That is until Death—honest to god, Death (aka The Grim Reaper)—pitches up in Tristan’s kitchen with an unusual stop Dusty’s ghostly hookup Bruce from crossing into the light, which may result in dire consequences.

Determined to do the exact opposite, Tristan and Danny assemble their own ragtag gang of one prickly witch, one snarky psychic private investigator, one living drag queen with an affinity for feathers, and one dead one with an affinity for a deceased rugby player in tiny shorts. Together they must solve a forty-year old cold case, while juggling a dose of the flu, a broken leg, a supernatural storm, and an immortal death deity with the looks and temperament of a sexy but grouchy CEO.

Seriously… what could possibly go wrong?

My Thoughts

Who knew finding the remains of Dusty’s rugby player boyfriend would bring about so much chaos? Death knew, apparently. Because that is a thing that happened that I was not prepared for.

The appearance of Death – and his apparent crush on Chan – certainly upped the ante for Tristan in this book. We’re at the midpoint of the series, and I suppose we were due for some major drama, chaos, and activity. I just wasn’t expecting it all to centre around Bruce – sweet, charming, rugged rugby player Bruce. But here we are.

From beginning to end, I couldn’t put this book down (of course, I had to for work and sleep, but I definitely didn’t want to!) Every step of the way, I was hooked on what Tristan and his ragtag group of spiritualists – for want of a better word – were planning to stop what effectively could be the end of the world. To stop the chaos, they more or less caused their own brand of chaos, and this honestly amused me probably far more than it should have.

But what matters is that they made it work, and their group grew stronger bonds together (though I think they were all rather dismayed by Death being designated as part of their group, which I personally found hilarious). And honestly, I do love this found family theme that’s playing along the edges of this series.

Danny is on the outs with his blood family, but he’s building his own family in London in the form of his work partner and her wife, and the friends Tristan’s met throughout his adventures as a medium. They’re really creating a solid foundation of a stable social circle, and I’m loving every second of it.

This book was pure chaos from beginning to end. But so much good came out of it. I can’t imagine things escalating much more from here, but who knows what the rest of the series has in store for me. One thing I know for sure, Tristan has a loving family backing him, no matter what he’s going to face next.

[qnewsau]

'Intimidating': Broncos' Ali Brigginshaw on meeting wife Kate

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/intimidating-broncos-ali-brigginshaw-on-meeting-wife-kate/

'Intimidating': Broncos' Ali Brigginshaw on meeting wife Kate

Broncos NRLW captain Ali Brigginshaw and her wife Kate are one of the sport’s ultimate power couples, but Ali has shared their awkward first meeting years before they tied the knot.

Ali and Kate shared a beautiful public kiss in the stands after the Brisbane Broncos won their first premiership title in October 2018.

In December 2019, Ali got down on one knee and proposed to Kate at Ali’s 30th birthday party in Brisbane. Twelve months later, the couple eloped to New South Wales and tied the knot.

“We first met in 2009, and I was so intimidated by her,” Ali told the Courier-Mail in a new interview.

“She was so pretty, and because of that I didn’t have the courage to talk to her,” Ali recalled.

“She thought I was a bitch because I never spoke to her, but I was just so intimidated by her looks.”

The two women were reunited years later and became fast friends.

“We just clicked. It was easy from the get go. It was like I’d needed that time to grow,” Ali explained said.

“We didn’t have the same interests at all. We were complete opposites. She didn’t even know I played rugby league.

“She just liked me for me. It’s cool to be with someone who’s different from you.”

‘It was like a dream come true’

Ali Brigginshaw is captain of the Brisbane Broncos Women’s squad and Australia’s longest-serving Jillaroo, Australia women’s national rugby league team.

She’s also the proud stepmum to Kate’s two children, Addision and Alfie, from a previous relationship. Ali said parenting is “a dream come true” for her.

“I always knew I wanted to be a mum, but I just didn’t know how that was going to fit into my future,” she said.

“When I met Kate and she had the kids, it was like a dream come true.

“I love being around kids. You are constantly learning along the way. Sometimes it’s challenging, but it’s rewarding beyond words. I love helping young kids. I’m good at it.”

A few weeks ago, Kate wrote a sweet tribute to Ali, “a wonderful role model and ultimate partner,” on Mother’s Day.

“Ali is the epitome of goodness. We’ve been raising our kids together for the majority of their lives and she has not missed a beat,” Kate wrote of her partner.

“Being a stepparent is/can be a thankless job. It’s a role that involves a lot of responsibility and very little glory.

“It takes a very special person to love and care for someone else’s kids and that in itself deserves the utmost respect and recognition.

“Our family isn’t defined by last names or by blood; it’s defined by commitment and by love.

“Thank you for choosing to love all of us.”

More on Ali Brigginshaw:

Broncos captain Ali Brigginshaw seals Grand Final win with a kiss

Ali Brigginshaw and wife Kate eloped and got married

Broncos star Ali Brigginshaw named NRLW player of the year

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[bisluthq]

Catching up cause I just realized you’re back!, but noticed the convo further down about the Kelce fam where you mentioned “do they ever shut up” lmao, as someone that followed the Kelce’s before, they actually don’t divulge that much regularly, however, this year has been different because Travis and his brother Jason played in the Super Bowl against eachother (first time in history for 2 bros, so the news made a big deal of it) and then Jason released a documentary last month, so there’s been a lot more press on (also fairly new) podcast and then interviews with their mom (which was actually super sweet and hilarious, that’s where she shared the bit about his name origin), and then mix the Taylor plot twist in and it’s gotten out of hand. The parents just have zero media training, and Jason’s wife Kylie doesn’t like the spotlight at all, and has been vocal about how much she doesn’t like giving interviews. Most of the candid funny headlines have all derived from the podcast where it’s just Travis and Jason talking to them. Just thought I would throw that out there since I’m pretty sure anyone else on this blog will probably only want cliff notes on anything associated with them. 😂 And I am happy to supply in the future.

Yeah I really like that family from what I’ve heard of them but like I’ve just been flabbergasted by the sheer amount of time they spend talking 😂😂 It’s not a bad thing at all because they don’t seem to say anything bad - they just, as you said, seem to lack media training. Like having a podcast where two super great football players who also happen to be brothers discuss football and life is obviously a good idea and is appealing af to listen to for sportzfans (I’d listen to something like that for the sports I follow tbh like if two brothers were in F1 or in international rugby or in the Premier League or when the Williams sisters were playing if they had a podcast it’d genuinely be very appealing to me personally) but when you throw Taylor in you wind up with this absolute barrage of info lol.

[safereturndoubtful]

Day 20 - at the museum at Campo de Geres

In September 2020 I was travelling in the old T5 in the Pyrenees on route to Tresviso in the Picos de Europa and we were beset with 10 days of rain. Looking back now I can’t see how we managed in such a small space, with only an MSR to cook with outdoors, no heater, and just a very simple leisure battery working from the engine.

After 4 days I took an AirBnB just across the border from where we were in France. I booked one night, then privately arranged with the owner a few more, to sit the rain out.

The following year, 13 months later, I had the Crafter, and we had a week of rain at Grazalema in the south of Spain, pretty much the only rain we had on the course. Heavy rain, that barely let up for 5 days. We stayed on the edge of town, getting out for dog walks, coffee treks, but nothing much more than an hour. There is much more comfort of course in the Crafter, all mod cons..

In April 2022 our arrival into Slovenia coincided with their last bug snow fall of the season. But it was really only two days for which it was difficult to get out, after that it was beautiful. And, it just happened to be a big weekend of sport.

Back in October of last year I was in Hemavan in Arctic Sweden and we caught the first snow storm of the season, which came early. We were confined to the van for a couple of days, not down to choice, but that it was not possible to open the door, the wind and blizzard was so strong.

So that’s by way of an introduction to now, when we have had rain pretty much consistently for a week. It’s been light most of the time, but nonetheless wet. We have been out for some longer hikes, and certainly tested the drying ability of the garage of the van (which has been good).

Today, Sunday, is a much better day, and we are just about to get out. But yesterday the cloud was low and the drizzle set in.

We went out in the morning onto a ridge at 750 metres asl, from the van parked up at the Campo de Geres museum at 600, and followed it for several kilometres to the village of Covide.

It’s a big sports weekend of course, so we were back to follow the rugby.

In Michael Palin’s Golden Gordon one Saturday comes, and the Cup tie against Denley Moor Academicals kicks off. United only have four players (and three pairs of shorts), whereas the captain of the Denley Moor team is the famous bankrobber Eric Olthwaite. Things look bad, but Gordon arrives with the old team who take to the field. Davitt opens the scoring with his bald head, and, shock of shocks, Barnstoneworth eventually win 8 – 1.

“8 BLOODY 1!”

Gordon returns home and after smashing the house up again, ignoring his wife who wants to tell him she is pregnant, and says very reluctantly..

‘I think I might give football up for a bit..’

I feel similarly about rugby at the moment. Though, as Gordon did, in the end I’ll probably stick with it..

[whumperooni]

♡♡ Todoroki Degens Masterlist ♡♡

A compilation of all my Todoroki incest focused content!

Enji Todoroki

Fics

take me by the hand (tell me it’ll be okay)  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, not quite choking but kinda choking, oral, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampies) 2.3k wc

wind down  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, somft Enji, finger sucking, fingering, oral, cock warming, somnophilia (kinda) 942 wc

Crop Top  (Endeavor x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, humiliation and degradation, possessive behavior, creampies, and Enji being a horny old dick over his daughter’s clothing choices) 1.9k wc

midnight (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, angst/no happy ending) 2.6k wc

sweet damnation (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, a touch of misogyny, feelings of shame, tw dubcon (kinda), size kink) 5.4k wc

it’s not a party without some tears (Enji x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw drinking, tw dubcon/noncon, tw angst, tw violence, tw toxic relationships, possessive behavior) 1.2k wc

embers (burning for you) (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw drugs, masturbation, tw incest, all characters are aged up, scent kink (kinda), rough sex, lite humiliation, daddy kink) 2.3k wc

burning, burning, burning (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest; a/b/o; tw noncon; tw dubcon/noncon; tw breeding kink; knots; violence as in rough handling, clothes being burnt off, etc; mindbreak) 3.4k wc

Thirsts/Rambles

Papa Enji scolding Little One thirst/ramble (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, sex toys (mentioned, not used), feelings of shame and humiliation, anxiety)

“cuddle time” with Papa Enji thirst/ramble (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw dubcon/noncon, tw grooming, tw toxic environments, oral, fingering, thigh fucking, tw angst)

Enji with an adoring little daughter-wife (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, blowjobs, a touch of somft)

Somft times with Enji sucking his daughter’s tits (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, an abundance of Somft)

Enji taking care of his lil one during her heat (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, a/b/o dynamics, tw breeding kink)

Dirty old buck Papa Enji thirst   (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest)

Sweet Papa Enji and his little one in the kitchen ask  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, no smut!)

Rough doggy style thirst ask (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, breeding kink, rough sex)

Cockwarming daddy Enji while he winds down from work drabble/musing (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, ass eating, blowjobs, cockwarming)

Sleepy after work cockwarming with daddy Enji (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw: incest, cockwarming)

Sofmt Papa Enji and leetle keeses (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest)

Quarterback!Enji and lil seester (Enji x Sister!Reader; tw incest, cheating)

Enji and his daughter in the kitchen wearing an apron (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, breeding kink)

Gilf!Enji thirst  (tw incest but not, like, Explicit incest)

Natsuo Todoroki

Fics

Indulgence  (Natsuo x Sister!Reader;  tw incest, but like...nothing happens, incestuous  thoughts/desires, a smidge of praise kink, head scritches, guilt and  denial of feelings, just a bit of somft, it’s reader’s turn to long after their sibling)

Coming Home (Natsuo X Sister!Reader; tw incest- though it doesn’t get explicit, manipulation, drinking)

Laundry Day (Natsuo x Older!Sister!Reader; tw incest, panty kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, masturbation)

Thirsts/Rambles

Natsuo shamed by lil sis + foot job  (Natsuo x Sister!Reader;  tw incest, footjob, shaming natsuo)

Natsuo and sister relaxing in bed + tiddy sucking  (tw incest, tiddy suckin’)

Rugby!Player Natsuo with lil sis (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest; blowjobs, sweaty Natsuo being gross)

Natsuo drunkenly eating out his leetle seester (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw noncon, pussy eating, innocent reader dealing with Shameful and Confusing Feelings)

Natsuo stickin’ his dick in his little sister’s mouth while she’s asleep musing (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, noncon, blowjobs…kind of?, somnophilia)

Dentist!Natsuo with a lil sis who keeps eating sweets  (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest)

Natsuo’s little sister surprising him with her college acceptance letter  (no ship but you can read it as Natsuo x Reader if you want!; no warnings needed! just somft and loving siblings!)

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

Fics

Pit Stop  (Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, watersports, forced piss swallowing, exhibitionism, blowjobs, cum swallowing, humiliation, crying/crybaby!reader, noncon/dubcon, nonconsensual video taking, mean mean mean big brother Touya)

What’s mine is mine (Dabi x Sister!Reader; Keigo, Jin, and Tenko; tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior)

Thirsts/Rambles

Touya spying on his little sister (Dabi x Sister!Reader; tw incest, voyeurism, masturbation, some misogyny, uhhh idk what to call it but reader’s friend feeling her up)

Dabi accidentally fucking his lil hero sis (Dabi x Sister!Reader; tw incest, mean horrible Dabi, yandere!Dabi at the end)

Fuyumi Todoroki

Mini Fuyumi-nee somft fingering thirst (tw incest)

Mini sucking Fuyumi-nee’s tiddy thirst (tw incest; masturbation)

Sleepily nursing Fuyumi-nee while she touches herself  (tw incest, nursing, masturbation)

Rei Todoroki

Rei Somno Thirst (Rei x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw noncon, tw somno, oral, fingering)

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto-nii grooming his lil sis ramble/thirst (Shoto x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw dubcon, yandere, tw grooming, tw possessive behavior)

More than one Todoroki

Fics

Belonging (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u)

for shame (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, feelings of shame and humiliation, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding/pregnancy talk) 1k voice recording celebration

Thirsts/Rambles

Enji being possessive over his lil gurl during her heat  (Enji x Daughter!Reader ft. Touya and Natsuo; tw incest, a/b/o dynamics)

Papa Enji giving his little one a tummy bulge while Touya-nii and Natsuo-nii watch  (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tags/warnings: incest, belly bulges, breeding kink, voyeurism, cucking (i guess), drooling, (sighs) ahego i guess)

Fuckboi!Natsuo drabble (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader; tw: incest, drinking and drugs, fuckboy behavior, Natsuo being a stupid petty little brat and inevitably fucking himself over) pt 2 here

Natsuo suckin’ on his lil sis’s tiddies and making Enji jealous��(Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism)

Rei showing her little one how to please Enji mini thirst/musing (Enji x Reader, Rei x Reader, Enji x Rei x Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink)

Baby sis getting taken advantage of by big bros Natsuo and Touya musing  (tw: incest; manipulation; breeding)

Lewd Mini Todoroki Degens musing (tw incest)

Gilf!Enji fucking his granddaughter while a jealous Natsuo watches (Natsuo x Daughter!Reader; Enji x Granddaughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, possessive thoughts and behavior, voyeurism, unintentional cucking)

Family cumdump getting fucked by Natsuo-nii and then pleasing Mama  (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Rei x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, fucked up family dynamics, oral)

Peeping Tom Daughter (Enji x Daughter!Reader x Rei; tw incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism, tw dubcon)

Touya + Reader + Natsuo mini-thirst/ramble (Touya x Reader x Natsuo; tw incest, dom/sub dynamics, oral)

Touya cucking Natsuo thirst/ramble (Natsuo x Sister!Reader x Touya; tw incest, tw cucking, humiliation, tw breeding kink, creampie eating)

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hi again! sorry i wasn't spesific enough on the kind of headkannons i wanted. could you maybe do BE au future kathony children? thank youu :)

Okay so there’s got WAY longer than I anticipated… so they are below the cut but I hope you enjoy them

Edmund Anthony Bridgerton

Is the spitting image of his father, however he’s not too serious. He was outrageously clever in school. He has his mother’s wit and competitive streak and having spent a lot of time watching his Aunt Sophie, he’s got her observational skills so he’s a force to be reckoned with.

He was not a rugby player, much to his father’s dismay, whilst he had the build as a child, when he became tall and lanky more like his Uncle and actually followed his Uncle and Grandfather’s footsteps and rowed.

He studied Law and Business at University and eventually went on to take over from his father as CEO of Bridgerton Enterprises but as he worked his way through the ranks, he wanted to know the business from the inside out but before he took over, he actually rowed for Team GB and went to the Olympics and won two gold medals. One in the single Scull race and one as part of the team.

He however got an injury when he got back playing Pall Mall with his cousins and siblings and the resultant injury made competitive rowing hard so he stopped after that and concentrated on his career.

Edmund and Charlie were thick as thieves and had to be rescued on more than one occasion after they had gotten really drunk on a night out. The first time this happened, they called Kate, being the lawyer, they had assumed they would not get in as much trouble. They had been wrong. The second time they called Sophie which had been an even bigger mistake and the third time, they just rung their Uncle Phillip, it was just easier… however after Phillip had had to ring Michael, as they had gotten stuck in Edinburgh… they realised that perhaps they had to tone it down.

Edmund went on to marry a woman who worked as a designer at Penwood. Sophie had introduced them and eventually Sophie handed over the designing part of the business to Edmund’s wife, a woman called Victoria Ledgwick

It became a source of amusement in the family that Edmund married a woman with the same initials as his grandmother whilst his cousin Violet married a man with her grandfather’s initials.

Miles Benedict Bridgerton

Miles seemed to inherit his Uncle’s musical abilities, from the age of 2 he was showing signs that he might be more musically gifted than the rest of his family. Francesca always said the gene had to be there somewhere, given she was the musical one in the family and she had spent a lot of time with her nephew teaching him to sing and play the piano.

He had a beautiful singing voice, it was the sort of voice that everyone stopped and listened to but the way he was able to play an instrument, it was instinctive.

Miles was really close to his cousins Caroline and Belinda and he was in the same school year as Caroline and he spent a lot of time with her and her friends. Miles is actually the one to introduce Caroline to her future husband Geoffrey.

Out of the three children they had initially, Miles was the quiet one. He preferred to watch rather than partake but he was the one who was always pulling the best pranks of his family. He had learned from his Aunt Eloise but being so quiet, naturally no one assumed it was him.

He had the Bridgerton appetite but he had inherited the ability to cook unlike most of his Uncle’s and he had his mother’s genes when it came to handling spice. He loved being in the kitchen and spent a lot of time helping his aunt and father with Sunday dinner along with Violet who started helping at the age of 6, he would cook with his mother and he had decided that whilst he loved his music… food was his real passion and that was what he concentrated on.

He did not go to University, he took on a kitchen job at the age of 17 whilst working on his A-Levels, and managed to work his way through the ranks. Anthony offered to help his son by putting him in contact with Daniel Willis, the owner of Clove Club but Miles was determined to make it on his own.

At the age of 22 he was given a lucrative head chef position at Veeraswamy and by the time he was 30 when he opened his own restaurant together. He had his first Michelin star within 6 months.

The photo of the award hangs proudly in the entrance, his father crying rather freely for the world to see.

Miles spent a lot of his youth being unsure of who he was a person, he felt confused as he crushes on both his male and female classmates and he didn’t know who to talk to about it and it had only been by accident that his Uncle Ben found out… (and by accident his Uncle Ben found him snogging another boy when he had come to drop Violet off at a dance class)

Benedict had helped he realise that maybe he wasn’t straight and after he had listened to his Uncle explain about how he had been at University and before he had met his Aunt Sophie, Miles realised that perhaps he was Bisexual.

He came out to his parents at 21, only days before Alex came out to the rest of the family as Gay. it had cost Miles £10 to Will as he had weirdly been sure that his cousin was straight as he only ever seemed to be around women…

But the two formed a close relationship over this and they helped each other feel more comfortable with their family, knowing they weren’t alone. They had their families' love regardless and that was more than most people could say… however when their mother’s tag along to Pride with them… they had never been more embarrassed and did ditch them both disappearing off with some friends they had made through Alex’s then boyfriend.

Miles didn’t marry until he was well into his 30’s, he had been so busy with work and he had been with men and women, both sometimes but eventually it a woman he fell in love with, a restaurant critic of all people, a petite woman who had come into his restaurant to interview and she had been the rudest woman he had ever met… she had been one of the first people to critique his restaurant and the two butted heads for three years, arguing and fighting.

It was resolved after he had thrown a tantrum one evening and called her and said “if you think you can do it better. Come down here tonight and fucking prove it…”

Nothing got proven that night other than the worktop in the kitchen was really bloody sturdy…

The entire family had thought the story hilarious as like his father and mother, they had gone from enemies to lovers and completely skipped the friends part.

Charlotte Sophia Bridgerton

Anthony’s little whirlwind. He had wanted a mini Kate and that was exactly what he got.

From the moment Charlotte came rushing into the world, in what (until Lucy), was the quickest birth in the history of the Bridgerton’s… she had been on the go.

Charlotte didn’t learn to walk, the moment she was on her feet she ran around. She was in A&E more times as a child because she ran and didn’t walk than both of her brother’s combined.

Violet and Mary had thought it hilarious.

Charlotte was stubborn but she was loving and gentle and very much the boss of the family. She had her father in the palm of her hands and when she was little Anthony would take her to the office and he would often go into meetings with glitter and all sorts of makeup on and Charlotte and Violet could be heard screaming as they ran around together in the Bridgerton Enterprise headquarters.

The two girls were inseparable like their mothers, and both had their mother’s temperaments and complement one another. They were only separated from one another by one school year and Lottie deferred her Uni application by a year so she and Violet could go together as Will had gone of to the academy.

Will was her other partner in crime, given that he was the same age as her, born a day apart, but only by the space of about 30 minutes. Kate had gone into labour with Lottie within hours of Sophie… and gave birth before Sophie. A source of great annoyance and hilarity between the two best friends.

Lottie worked with her Aunt Sophie with the charity for a year. She loved Animals like Violet had but she had always had a penchant for horses and the larger animals, whereas Violet was more the smaller animals, so whilst both girls were going to study Veterinary Studies, Lottie was focusing on larger animals and equestrian care than the smaller animals.

Lottie was quite the horse rider, she took after her mother and when she had heard about her father’s Aunt Billie who had been able to ride a horse backwards, Lottie took it as a personal challenge to do it herself… nearly giving her father a heart attack in the meantime.

She also decided she had to go one better, and so she had learned to jump the horse over a hedge whilst riding backwards… after being dared by her older brothers…

The first she had tried she ended up in the bush, with a broken arm… Edmund and Miles had been grounded for the entirety of Charlotte’s confinement and made to wait on her hand and foot…

Violet had been the one to point out, whilst they were sitting playing with their barbies that the way to do it was to rig a different saddle and give Lottie something to hold onto… so the day after Lottie’s cast came off, the two girls spent the afternoon rigging up something on the saddle and Lottie went off again…

And managed it.

The family didn’t know if they should be cross or amused that they worked it out… given that Charlotte was only 9 and Violet 8…

Lottie was very much a daddy’s girl. She would only settle as a baby if Anthony put her to bed and her first words had been Dada, unlike the boys who said Mama…

Lottie and Violet were the best of friends and very much like sister’s so it hadn’t been much of a shock that the two girls fell in love with brother’s.

Violet had met Ed first, picking Will up from practice one night to bring him to dinner with her and Lottie. Violet had then dragged Charlotte to one of the England games Will and Ed were playing in and she met Jack Bennett.

Jack played for Bath and this thrilled Kate and after their first time meeting him, she turned into Violet and started planning her daughter’s wedding… Anthony grumbled but when he watched his nephew and daughters and niece’s boyfriend win the Rugby World cup he had burst with pride.

Pride which was dampened a bit when he watched Jack drop to one knee and on national TV asked his daughter to marry him. (Anthony had known it was coming but still…)

And Like Benedict. He had been inconsolable the night before Lottie married.

Mary Edwina Bridgerton

Mary was the shock arrival for the Bridgerton family.

Kate and Anthony were sure they were done having kids, to the point Anthony had actually had a vasectomy a few months before Mary was conceived… Anthony was teased mercilessly by his brother’s when this had happened after he had made so many comments as a teen about not having kids when in his 40s…

Mary had been a difficult baby to carry and Kate had been very sick with her, finally understanding a bit of what Sophie had been through as Kate was as sick as a chip with Mary.

Kate had fainted at work and it was then that they had learned she was pregnant.

Mary was breech and so was born via caesarean section and Anthony had never been more scared in his life and was pretty sure he would have vomited and fainted if it wasn’t for his brother being a support.

However Mary was perfectly healthy when she was born. She was the perfect blend of Anthony and Kate, she had her mothers frizz and her father’s chestnut hair but she was more reserved that her siblings but given the age gap it was to be expected.

She spent a lot of time with her cousin’s and much to her father’s dismay was really close with Janet and John Stirling given they were close in age to her.

Unlike her siblings who were the outdoorsy type, Mary preferred being indoors with a book, she was studious and she had a logical mind and loved puzzles and really enjoyed watching her cousin Alex working on his architectural designs. Watching the shapes and the methodological way he worked.

She loved research and she wanted to help people, she was 8 when she saw William with a broken nose and a concussion from his rugby training and she had helped him with his dizziness and she loved caring for people. When her grandma Mary took sick, she was there helping her mama care for her. Whenever one of her siblings took poorly she looked after each of her family members.

She surprised no one when she said she wanted to go into medicine. However, she decided as her cousin and her sister both married rugby players and her cousin was one and she spent a lot of her youth watching rugby that she wanted to specialise in sports medicine.

She trained and became a Doctor, she specialised in head injuries and looking after those, wanting to minimise the trauma and early onset of dementia and alzheimers that the injuries could cause and this would become her life's mission. She improved the quality of the protective head equipment and managed to convince the RFU to make t mandatory, she made head injury replacements no longer optional and they were a permanent change rather than just a 10 minute check and she managed to bring around great change in the game with her innovations.

The head gear and rules became the MEB initiative and she was awarded an OBE for her services to the sport.

Mary, like her sister, married a rugby player but unlike her sister, she married a woman. This was the other thing that spurred her on. Mary and her wife Marsha became a home for all the injured animals that Violet and Charlotte helped heal who didn’t have homes.

When Marsha retired from rugby after a severe shoulder injury, they bought a farm, Mary had said her house was already like one so she might as well live on one.

Mary was 15 when she realised that she didn’t like boys after a boy kissed her and she had thrown up on him but when her best friend at the time, Annette kissed her… she felt all the butterflies that she thought she was supposed to feel.

Alex had been the one to talk to Mary, he had seen her struggling and he had a feeling he knew why as he recognised all the same behaviours in himself when he was younger and one day when she had been watching him work, he had asked her about it.

She broke down in tears and told him and he had shared with him how he had felt. How his parents had been so accepting and how he had wished he had come out to them sooner as he was able to be himself.

So over sunday dinner the following week, Mary came out to her entire family. Like ribbing off a band aid she told every one (though she did tell her mother and father separately first, Anthony had cried and promised he loved his daugther no matter what and he had been thrilled that she was comfortable enough to tell him)

The family didn’t even act shocked. John just groaned that he owned Lottie £20. Mary would have been offended but Lottie took her out for dinner with her winnings and pointed out that they were Bridgerton’s… they took bets on these sorts of things.

Miles pointed out that he lost £10 to William for betting against Alex and Mary felt a little less put out.

Alex had been jubilant and he had taken his little cousin under his wing and vowed that she would never have to go through a Pride like he and Miles did, banning both sets of parents from going and he had helped Mary and looked after her.

When Mary had a daughter via surrogate she named her daughter Alexandra, after her cousin who had helped her accept herself when she had been so sure no one else would.