#lafayette smut

[littlesunshine1223]

Hello

I would like to order Hamilton (Smut)

Something like John Laurens x fem.reader in a modern au and they are a couple and live together but their relationship is too complicated because John is too jealous and the reader is someone with a lot of friends and they have too many arguments.

In one of those discussions they stop talking and ignore each other, then the reader goes to a party with the Schuyler sisters and dresses up looking very sexy just to bother John.

The reader returns late at night and a little drunk and they start to discuss why he believes that she was unfaithful to him and she just to bother says that it is true (although it is a lie).She complains to him out of jealousy but he just doesn't want her to leave him for someone better.

I don't know how to explain, but do they reconcile?

Sorry, I'm embarrassed 🥹😅

Cruel Jealousy

John Laurens X FEM!Reader (modern au)

(TW: smut, swearing, jealous sex, slight mention of alcohol, etc)

“I can’t believe you! All you ever do is piss me off! Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the way you were hanging all over my friends?!” John yelled at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. It was another fight, the same argument over every little thing you did when he was around.

“Do Not roll your eyes at me Y/N! You’re half drunk and it’s nearly 2 in the morning. Also that dress you’re fucking wearing is way too revealing, some random guy could’ve coped a feel at any point!” John once again exclaimed upon your non-listening ears.

Your mind felt fuzzy from the couple glasses of wine you’d drank at the party as you chatted with the Schuyler sisters. John continued to rant about how what you’re wearing is revealing and how you were supposedly flirting with his friends. But he didn’t know what really happened, as you were walking over to get another drink you accidentally slipped over the bottom of your dress and Hamilton caught you before you hit the ground. In John’s eyes he saw you hanging all over Alexander, he didn’t know the full story and wasn’t letting you explain what actually happened.

You snapped back to reality when you heard him exclaim that he thinks you were cheating on him with his friends. “What made you think that I’d ever cheat on you?!” You asked him in disbelief. He looked at you with his eyes brimmed in tears, “You’ve ignored me for the past two days, you wear clothes that practically show off everything, and all you do is hang all over everyone you come close to like they’re a damn playground! So just tell me, tell me the truth…have you been seeing someone else?!”

You thought for a moment before answering. Your drunken thoughts only fueled the flames of the argument when you told him that you had slept with his three best friends.

He looked at you in disbelief for a moment but once he snapped out of his gaze he heard you complaining how none of his best friends didn’t take you back to their houses after the party. You saying this made something inside John’s mind snap as he was pushed over the edge. He walked towards you angrily, grabbing you roughly and pinning you to the wall. His lips found yours hungrily. The kiss slowly became a makeout session until he pulled away. “You’re lying right through your fucking teeth.” He purred into your ear seductively.

His hands slipped from your hips to your thighs, one hand slipping between your legs. His fingers and palm rubbed you through your pants which made you moan for him from the friction. “You like that baby? You like pissing me off just so I’m rough with you? Bet you want me to fuck you like a whore. If you wanted me to touch you so bad then get on your knees and suck me off. Clearly you wanted a dick down your throat since you were flirting up my friends.” He smirked as you slipped down to your knees. You unzipped his pants and tugged them down along with his boxers to reveal his nod fully hard erection.

You licked some pre that was oozing from his shaft which made him let out a shaky breath. “Stop teasing me and just suck it properly.” He warns in an irritated tone but seconds later you take him into your mouth properly and suck as hard as you can, causing him to let out a gasp which faded into a moan. The more you bobbed your head and ran your tongue over his sensitive skin the more he tugged at your hair and thrusted his hips into your mouth.

“Damn baby, feel so fucking good.” He whined as his hips kept bucking into your mouth. His sounds of pleasure kept getting more desperate and slightly higher in tone as you continued to suck him off. After a few moments passed he came down your throat with a broken moan. “Baby, go back to the bedroom and strip. I’ll be in there in a minute.” He whispered into your ear seductively. You do as he says and walk back to your shared bet room. You strip your clothes off and lay spread out on the bed, legs open and hands behind your head.

John walks in after a few moments and immediately positions himself between your legs. He tossed his clothes off and grabbed the lube from the nightstand before lubing up his still erect cock and pushing it deep inside you. Both of you let out sounds of pleasure but you had to admit that the stretch from his girth stung a little bit. He noticed your whimpers nearly immediately and kisses you deeply. “It’s alright y/n, I’ll wait till you’re ready for me to move.” He continues to kiss all over your face until you tell him you’re ready. The seconds you tell him that he starts thrusting slow and deep, not wanting to overdo it too soon.

A couple moments pass and his thrusts get rougher and you swear you feel him in your stomach from how deep he is. Your moans and sounds of pleasure only fuel his thrusts and make him throw his head back with a groan of your name as he pounds you oh so harder. “Hell, maybe if I get you pregnant then you’ll stop whoring around with my friends. You’ll look good all stuffed and swollen because of me.” He rambled as his mind got fuzzier and fuzzier from how hard you’re squeezing his aching hardness inside you.

The pleasure was becoming too much as you got closer and closer to your climax. You felt his hands grabbing at your own, after getting a hold on your hands he holds them and ruts into you deeper and harder. “C-Close!~ Jo-John!~” you moan before hitting your peak and cumming around his cock when it was balls deep inside you. John throws his head back with a moan before he pulls out with a wet pop noise and cums on your chest with a whimper as his eyes rolled back for a second or two.

He lays on the bed next to you, both of you panting. “Did you mean what you said?” You turn your head to face him. “Did I mean what?” “Did you mean what you said about getting me pregnant just to make sure everyone knows I’m yours?” Johns face went red at the question but after he over came his embarrassment he kissed you and nodded. “I hate when other people look at you like they’re just waiting to pounce. I just…I don’t want you getting hurt. I love you too much to just stand around while you tease some other random person.” He explains to you. You couldn’t help but kiss him deeply on the lips while snuggling closer. “Here babe, I’ll go get a rag to clean us up then-” he offered but you cut him off. “Who said we were done?” A smirk formed on his face before he kissed you deeper than ever and pinned you down to the bed.

It was going to be a long night…

[rocketqueen1989x]

he’s so fucking beautiful

[earthchica]

Funny How Times Flies | 5

terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader

summary: you and terry have been locked in your relationship for five months, and with the holidays approaching, you both agree to finally meet each other’s families.

warnings: explicit smut (18+), slow jams, making love, oral (f), fluff, encouragement, family gathering, angst, anxiety, mention of a pregnancy scare, mention of kids and marriage, thanksgiving, words: (4k)

Note: Hiiii. I hope y'all eat some good food today and have a good time with your family. Please enjoy! Let me know your thoughts and if you want to be tagged in future parts.

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You and Terry have been dating for nearly five months, and it has been so wonderful. Like any couple, you've faced ups and downs; for instance, Terry hasn't found a job since moving to Lafayette, and you had a pregnancy scare.

Fortunately, both of you were relieved to discover you weren't pregnant, but it did spark an honest conversation about wanting kids and getting married to each other one day.

Living together now has undeniably grown you both as a couple. You've fallen more deeply in love with Terry than before. Just waking up and seeing his handsome face every day was everything.

Of course, both of you established clear boundaries that have fostered responsibility, trust, and respect in your relationship. A gentle breeze pulled you from your thoughts, and you adjusted to the soft sunlight that filtered through the trees.

You gaze over at Terry, and you can't help but smile at him laying on his back on the picnic blanket. His eyes were closed peacefully, and his chest rose and fell gently with each breath.

You turn your gaze away from him and absorb the atmosphere around you. The park presents a stunning autumn scene, filled with the sounds of chirping birds and the rustling of fallen leaves.

Though the day's warmth is slightly more intense than you'd hoped for, it only adds to the coziness of the moment. You blink, pulling yourself out of your daydreaming, and turn your attention back to Terry.

You can't help but wonder what he said moments before, triggering his soft chuckle. You feel a warmth spread through you, a mix of affection and curiosity, and you can’t wait to hear what’s on his mind.

“I’ve been trying to find the best way to express this, but I’m not sure how—” Terry starts, his words tumbling out in a rush as he begins to ramble, quickly losing his train of thought.

You watch him with concern, sensing his hesitation. “What is it, T?” you ask gently, placing your hand softly on his arm to offer reassurance.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly looks directly at you, his eyes sparkling excitedly. “I want you to meet my family,” he declares, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Surprised and nervous, you widen your eyes and respond, “Really? You mean, like… your parents and your family?” Terry nodded eagerly, his bright, expressive eyes gleaming with warmth and genuine affection.

A wide, sincere smile stretched across his face. “Yes, baby! I want my family to finally meet the incredible woman I’m in love with,” he proclaimed, his voice infused with enthusiasm that hung like a melody in the crisp air around you.

“They’ve been constantly asking about you and are practically excited about getting to know you!” His heartfelt words enveloped you in a comforting embrace, easing the nervous flutter of uncertainty gripping your stomach.

The notion of becoming part of his family ignited a joyful spark within you, painting vivid images in your mind of laughter-filled gatherings and shared experiences.

Yet, despite the warmth swelling in your chest, you couldn’t shake a twinge of hesitation. You glanced at him, unsure of the expectations swirling around this moment.

Noticing the uncertainty in your expression, Terry's demeanor shifted. The enthusiasm in his eyes dimmed slightly as a shadow of concern crossed his face.

He shifted his gaze downward, struggling with his own words. Clearing his throat, he spoke again, his voice softening to a more tentative tone.

“But if you don’t think you’re ready for that, then it’s completely okay,” Terry said, his sincerity evident. He rose from the soft blanket as he took a few steps away.

You stood up immediately, your heart urging you to bridge the space between you. With a gentle resolve, you walked toward him and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Terry, I'm ready"

The sweetness of your voice prompted him to turn around, and in that moment, his expression shifted. Wonder flickered in his eyes, quickly replaced by gratitude and hope.

"I would love to meet your family, Terry!" you said with a warm, inviting smile, excited at the thought. He paused for a moment, his expression shifting to one of surprise.

"Wait, are you sure?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Yes!" you replied confidently, your heart racing. Terry’s face broke into a bright smile, unable to contain his joy.

He scooped you up effortlessly and spun you around in a playful circle. "Terry, put me down!" you laughed with exhilaration and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm glad to hear that! I was going to ask you if you wanted to go with me this Thursday coming up for Thanksgiving," he said, gently setting you back on your feet but still holding you close.

"Of course I want to go! But only if you come with me to my parents' house tomorrow," you proposed, playfully poking your lips towards him, eyes closed in anticipation. "Seal it with a kiss."

He leaned in and kissed you passionately, sending a warm rush through your body. "Mmm, Terry…why do you have to do that with your tongue?" you purred, biting your lip.

You gazed up into his eyes; the playfulness between you was real. He shrugged, a smirk dancing across his lips. "Don’t act like you don’t love it," he teased.

Terry suddenly grabbed your ass, causing you to squeal in surprise and delight. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of affection and lust.

-

It was a bright, sunny day, the kind where the warmth of the sun seemed to create a joyful atmosphere. You and Terry strolled hand in hand along the familiar path to your parents' ranch home.

As you approached the front door, Terry glanced down at his clothes for the fifth time, a nervous look on his face. “Do I look good?” he asked, adjusting a collar that didn’t need fixing.

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection. “Sweetie, you look absolutely handsome. Stop worrying! Now come on!” you reassured him, flashing a warm smile before pressing the doorbell.

After moments of waiting, the door swung open, revealing your mom with a beaming smile illuminating her face. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around you in a tight, loving hug.

“Hi, Mama,” you said, relishing the comfort of her embrace before gently pulling away.

“Hey, my baby girl—Oh,” she began, stopping mid-sentence as her eyes landed on Terry.

“Oh, hello! You must be Terry. It's so nice to finally meet you! We’ve heard so much about you!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a firm, welcoming hug.

“We would have loved to meet you sooner, but…” she teased, giving you a playful glance filled with maternal affection.

“It’s truly nice to meet you too, ma’am,” Terry replied, a little taken aback by the warmth of her greeting as he pulled away, looking genuinely pleased.

“Come on in, you two!” Your mom said, stepping aside to let both of you enter. The interior of your childhood home felt inviting and warm, filled with cherished memories.

Terry's eyes widened as he took in the various elements that hinted at your upbringing. “You have a lovely house,” he said, glancing around the cozy living room and noting family photos adorning the walls.

Each picture told a story, capturing moments of laughter and love with you and your parents. He added, “It feels so homey here.” You looked up at him and felt pleased to see the look in his eyes.

“Why, thank you, honey!” your mom replied, closing the front door gently behind you. Her eyes sparkled with appreciation, and Terry nodded admiringly at her.

His earlier nerves started to dissipate, and he switched his attention back to you, a sweet smile lighting up his face. Your mom led you both into the living room.

Your dad and some other family members were waiting there. He was seated on the couch, a comforting presence exuding the authority of a protective father.

"Hey...now, there's my sweet pea," your dad said, clapping his hands and standing up. He quickly crossed the room to envelop you in a warm, tight hug.

"Hi, Dad!" you said with a chuckle before pulling away from the hug to motion him towards Terry. “Who’s this?” Your dad asked, glancing over at Terry, his brow slightly furrowed.

Terry shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a subtle sign of his nervousness, while you instinctively squeezed his hand, offering him strength.

“Dad, this is Terry, my boyfriend,” you proudly introduced him, smiling warmly at your dad. “And Terry, this is my dad.” Terry took a deep breath, clearly feeling the weight of your dad’s scrutinizing gaze.

You shifted your eyes nervously between them, hoping this potentially awkward moment would pass without incident. “Terry, huh?” your dad began, his expression severe and unwelcoming.

“So, Terry, what are your intentions with my daughter?” your dad asked. Your heart raced a little at the question, but you understood your dad's protective instincts came from a caring place.

Sensing the moment's gravity, Terry straightened his posture, his voice steady and confident. “I intend to treat her with the respect and the love she deserves, sir. She means a lot to me;"

Terry moves his eyes away from your dad to look at you. "I love her and care deeply about her. I see myself spending the rest of my life with her, honestly.”

Your heart fluttered as you smiled at him, and Your dad nodded thoughtfully, a satisfied smile slowly creeping onto his face as he assessed Terry's response.

“Good answer. If you treat her right, we won’t have any problems. But let me be clear: if you hurt her in any way, you’ll have to answer to me and my shotgun.”

Terry was confused on the last part until your dad pointed the shot gun above the fireplace. He nodded, quickly understanding. “I understand, sir. I promise,” Terry replied.

“Alright then,” your dad said, visibly relaxing now. “Welcome to the family, son.” He extended his hand, and Terry shook it firmly, smiling genuinely.

Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, you laughed lightly. “Okay, let me introduce you to everyone else,” you said, taking his hand again and leading him deeper into the living room.

With a bright smile and eagerness, you announced to your family, “Hey, everyone! This is Terry, my boyfriend! Terry, this is my Uncle Eddie, my dad's brother, and his wife, my Aunt Clara,”

You pointed to each as you went along, “And over there are their kids, my cousins, Mia and Jalen.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Terry said, offering a warm smile as he waved, his nervousness fading as he engaged with your family.

“Welcome! It’s about time we finally met the guy who has our niecy smiling so much!” Aunt Clara exclaimed, her voice full of warmth as she pulled Terry into a hug as tight as your mom’s.

“Yeah, if you keep making her this happy, we’ve never seen her glow so bright!” Mia joked, her playful tone earning hearty laughter from the group.

You rolled your eyes at their teasing but couldn’t help but smile wider. “Alright, alright! Enough of that!” you said, laughing along. As the conversation flowed effortlessly.

The atmosphere in the room became lively and inviting, filled with laughter and childhood stories from your family. Soon, you all were around the table, and Terry gradually relaxed, engaging with everyone.

The mouthwatering aroma of the food wafted through the air, filling the room with the comforting scent of soul food, which always brought a sense of warmth and joy during family gatherings on holidays.

Dishes brimming with fried chicken wings, ham, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread were spread across the table, each a testament to home-cooked love and tradition.

After everyone had gathered and offered a heartfelt blessing over the meal, you all began eating and drifted into a conversation about anything.

Your parents asked Terry a series of questions to learn more about him, curious about his interests and background. You chimed in with answers to ease his nervousness, sharing details that highlighted Terry's personality and values.

As the conversation progressed, your dad seemed particularly fascinated by Terry's marine background. The more they talked, the more your parents began to appreciate him.

Their growing fondness for him was reflected in their expressions and laughter. It was clear that Terry was making a solid impression, and you couldn’t help but feel happy seeing them get along so well.

“So, Terry,” Uncle Eddie said, leaning back in his chair with a stern demeanor, “Since you've been done here, have you found a job?” He asked.

You and Terry exchanged an apprehensive glance, silently communicating the unexpected question. “Uh...no...I’m still looking for a job, sir,” Terry replied, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

“Wait, you’re telling me you’ve moved here to be with her, but you’re not working? Sounds like a cozy arrangement,” he remarked, his tone sharper.

Terry kept his composure, responding steadily, “I’m actively looking for a job, sir. Moving here was a big step for me, and I want to ensure I find the right fit.”

Aunt Clara chimed in, “Oh, come on, Eddie! It’s tough out there with the job market right now. Give the boy a break.” But your uncle wasn’t finished.

“Sure, but it sounds like he’s just living off her. What’s he contributing?” he pressed, crossing his arms, a challenging look in his eyes.

You felt the tension rise and placed a reassuring hand on Terry’s lap. “Unc, please chill out. Terry has been incredibly supportive of me, and he’s been working hard to find a job that suits him.”

“Supportive, huh?” Uncle Eddie countered. “What the hell does that even mean? How supportive can you be if you’re not bringing in income?”

Terry spoke up, his tone calm but firm. “I may not be working right now, but I’m doing everything I can to help around the house and support her emotionally.”

Your dad jumped in, sensing the growing hostility. “Alright, Eddie, that’s enough. Everyone’s situation is different; judging Terry without knowing him is unfair. He’s trying, and that's what counts.”

“Exactly,” your mom added, giving Eddie a pointed look. “Remember when you were struggling to get started? It takes time, and moving to a new place is hard. Terry deserves our support, not criticism.”

Mia and Jalen nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Pops, you’re being a bit harsh,” Jalen said. With a sigh, Uncle Eddie relented slightly. “Well, he’d better step up soon if he wants to stick around,” he muttered.

The conversation gradually shifted back to lighter topics, but you felt proud of Terry for standing his ground. You squeezed his hand, and he smiled slightly in appreciation.

After dinner, everyone moved into the living room to talk and play games; you took Terry's hand and led him upstairs into your old bedroom.

“I’m really sorry about my uncle; he can be quite overwhelming at times,” you said, observing Terry as he scanned your room uncertainly.

It felt like the silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. He was lost in thought, maybe processing everything around him.

“Terry, baby, you know you can talk to me,?” you asked softly, your hand finding his shoulder gently. You assured him he could lean on you, especially in such moments.

Terry turned towards you, revealing the anxiety in his eyes. “I want to give you what you deserve and to provide for you; I can't do that without a job,” he began.

“Terry, don’t worry about my uncle; he just like talking shit. You’re doing your best, and I love you so much for that,” you reassured him.

“It’s not all about what you provide; it’s about the love we share and the support we give each other. You are a good man with a good heart. Remember, we’re doing this together.”

Terry looked into your eyes, his expression softening. “You always know how to lift me up.”

Desiring to lighten the mood further, "I know, handsome" you said with a playful grin, “How about a joke? What do you call fake spaghetti?”

Terry raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “I don’t know, what?”

“An impasta!” you giggled, and to your delight, he broke into laughter, the tension easing away.

“What? That was terrible!” he chuckled, cringing while shaking his head, but the smile on his face told you it had worked.

“Well, I have plenty more where that came from!” you teased playfully, stepping closer to him, eager to close the distance between you.

Your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss that seemed to capture the essence of your togetherness and love. When you finally pulled away, you gazed into his eyes, which sparkled with affection.

“I love you, Terry. I truly believe things will work out; we just have to keep the faith,” you said earnestly.

“I love you too, baby. Thank you,” he replied softly, a genuine smile lighting up his face and warming your heart. Hand in hand, you both left the cozy confines of the bedroom.

Just as you stepped into the hallway, Uncle Eddie appeared unexpectedly, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you. “Hey, there you are!” he exclaimed, but his demeanor quickly shifted to one of concern.

“I was just looking for you two. I want to apologize for my earlier behavior. I’m really sorry, Terry, and I’m sorry to both of you. It was unnecessary,” your uncle admitted, sincerity evident in his voice.

You glanced at Terry, who nodded in acknowledgment. “It's cool,” he responded, showing he appreciated the gesture.

“Um, Terry,” Uncle Eddie continued, his tone shifting to a more serious note.

“I remember you talking about your jiu-jitsu training in the Marines. How would you feel about a job at my training school?” His eyes reflected genuine interest, and you gasped in disbelief.

Terry’s expression transformed into one of astonishment. “What? For real? Really?” he questioned, his voice a mix of excitement and surprise.

“Absolutely! It’s the least I could do after everything. Plus, I could really use someone with your skills and passion. We can discuss the details later,” Uncle Eddie said, his voice laced with enthusiasm as he reached out to shake Terry's hand firmly.

“Oh, and you both are a beautiful couple. I wish you two the best,” he added warmly, glancing between you, showing a sense of remorse for his previous actions.

“Thank you, Uncle Eddie,” you said, your smile wide as you appreciated his words and the generous offer. He nodded, visibly relieved, before turning to make his way back to the living room.

Feeling pride and excitement for Terry, you squeezed his hand tightly. “See? Just like I said, things work out,” you beamed at him, confidence bubbling within you.

Terry grinned back, his self-assurance visibly restored. At that moment, it felt as though everything was finally aligning perfectly in your lives.

-

A few days passed, and the long-awaited day finally arrived: Thanksgiving. Today, you will be meeting Terry's family, and you have been preparing for this moment.

Terry carefully backed into a parking spot, allowing you to take in the cozy, welcoming home adorned with autumn decorations. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the introductions ahead.

Terry touched your lap and said, "You have nothing to worry about, baby. My family is going to love you, I promise." His comforting words boosted your spirits.

You both stepped out of the car and took a deep breath to ensure you looked presentable. Hand in hand with Terry, you walked toward the front door.

Just as you reached the halfway point, the door swung open to reveal a brown-skinned, petite, slim woman with dark brown, short hair. She stepped out of the front door to greet Terry, and when her eyes shifted to you.

You smiled shyly and said, "Hi!" Your heart raced a little as you stepped into Terry's mother's welcoming presence. She was beautiful, and it was clear where he inherited his good looks.

"Oh, hi, beautiful! Welcome to the family!" she exclaimed with warmth in her voice, and before you could respond, she enveloped you in a tight hug.

The sweet scent of her perfume filled your nose, instantly putting you at ease. You smiled back at her, and the warmth of her embrace made you feel accepted.

As you pulled away, you glanced at Terry, who was watching the exchange with a beaming smile, who was delighted. His contagious happiness made you feel even more welcome in this new family.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Richmond," you said, pulling away from the hug. She grinned and replied, "Oh, it's very nice to meet you too. Come on in."

As she walked you into her beautiful house, you exclaimed, "Wow, something smells good!"

Mrs. Richmond smiled and said, "Yes, dinner is almost ready. Terry, you and your girlfriend should get settled into the guest bedroom. Not everyone is here yet."

“Sure, Ma,” Terry replied, leaning down to kiss his mom’s cheek quickly before effortlessly grabbing both of your suitcases. You followed him upstairs to the cozy guest bedroom.

After freshening up and gathering your thoughts, you felt excitement mixed with nerves. Once you both returned downstairs, Terry introduced you to his dad.

"Nice to meet you, young lady" He welcomed you with a warm smile and a firm handshake. You couldn't deny how much Terry resembled his father.

Mr. Richmond exuded kindness, making you feel at ease right away. Then you met with his brother and sister, and things went similarly well; they were full of laughter, tales, and good-natured teasing.

His uncle was funny. "I see you, nephew" his uncle whispered, giving him a nudge. His niece and nephews, bursting with energy, excitedly informed you about his favorite movies and toys.

Terry's family welcomed you with genuine smiles, complimented your appearance, and was happy to finally meet you. This warmth washed away lingering nerves and filled your heart with a sense of belonging.

As you settled into the family dynamic, you laughed and joked with Janelle, his older sister. Her vibrant personality made your conversation flow easily.

However, while sharing a light-hearted story, your gaze drifted toward Terry. You couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he played with his nieces and nephews.

Janelle noticed your distraction, followed your gaze and her expression turned knowing. “Wow?” she said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You shifted your attention to her, feeling caught. “What?” you asked, feigning innocence. Janelle continued, “I’ve never seen anyone look at my brother like you do. You’re really in love with him, huh?”

Her words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily stunned that she had picked up on your feelings. You laughed shyly, brushing your hair back as you contemplated responding.

"Yes, yes, I am!" Your gaze drifted again to your boyfriend. Terry caught your gaze, and you both looked at each other lovingly. Before he could react, one of his nephews tackled him to the ground.

You giggled quietly and turned back to Janelle. "You know. I have known Terry all his life," She began with a smile.

"And he's never introduced anyone to the family before," Janelle said with a warm smile, "but until now, you might just be the one, girl. I'm really happy to see my brother with someone like you." Her words surprised you, and a swell of warmth filled your chest.

"Wow! Thanks, Janelle. That really means a lot to me, and I sincerely hope I am," you replied, feeling a rush of warmth and happiness. The atmosphere around you was inviting, and it felt like you were beginning to carve out a place in their family.

You and Janelle moved on to discuss—everything from favorite movies to embarrassing childhood stories—until Terry approached, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey, do you want to join us for a game of spades?" he asked, nodding toward his mom and Shawn, seated at the smaller dining room table.

"Yeah," you answered. After a few lively rounds of the card game, filled with laughter and friendly banter, you felt more comfortable with his family.

It was nice to connect and share these moments. Once the game concluded and the evening wound down, you and Terry bid goodnight to everyone.

Hand in hand, you ascended the staircase to the guest bedroom. As you removed your jewelry, relishing the feeling of the day winding down.

Terry wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin gently on your shoulder, creating a cocoon of warmth. "Wasn't it so bad after all?" he asked, his voice low and comforting.

You placed your earrings carefully in your bag and, still caught in his embrace, shook your head in agreement. "So why were you so nervous?" Terry asked, turning you to face him.

His eyes searched yours for an answer. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to convey your feelings through the embrace.

"Honestly, I should be asking you the same thing!" You said, looking up at him sweetly. “Nah…I asked you first, baby girl," Terry replied playfully.

His expression softened into that sweet look you adored—the kind that assured you that you could share anything with him, the look indicating that, from the very beginning, you were meant to be together.

"I don't know," you started, feeling vulnerable yet open. "I just had this notion in my head that they wouldn’t like me, you know? But, of course, I was proved wrong. Your family is incredibly sweet, and I love them."

"I feel the same way about your family," Terry said, his expression earnest. "And honestly, even if things hadn't gone perfectly, it wouldn’t matter because I never let you go. Plus, I feel you’re destined to be Mrs. Richmond."

Your heart flipped at his words, and your eyes sparkled with joy. You couldn't hold back the surge of emotion; you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

"I'm never letting you go, either, Terry. I’m forever yours!" you declared confidently, resting your foreheads together. Terry kissed you, but it became a bit heated. *edited* added some smut

Terry placed his hand under your skirt, feeling his fingers caressing against your now wet panties. You put a hand on his chest, halting him just inches from you. "Terry, we're not about to get it on in your parents' house."

He flashed a playful smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned in closer, pressing his warm chest against yours. "Come on, baby," he urged, his voice low.

"All we have to do is be quiet." You raised an eyebrow in playful disbelief, curiosity mingling with a hint of challenge in your gaze. "Oh really? And how exactly do you plan on keeping me quiet?"

A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned in slightly, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You know you love it when I get loud."

Terry took a step back, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I promise this time will be different. Just trust me. I’ll lock the door and play some music to drown out any sounds," he whispered, leaning in to gently kiss your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

His words and the warmth of his breath against your skin made it hard to resist. You could feel your resolve softening as the moment's thrill washed over you. Slowly, you found yourself giving in, your heart racing with excitement.

Terry went to the Bluetooth speaker on the dresser, connected his phone, and began playing some slow jams. He turned back to you, giving you a look that you couldn't deny.

"Fine," you finally said, a smile creeping onto your lips and the lust hanging in the air. You pulled him down into a kiss, and both of you began taking each other's clothes off.

Terry lays you down on the bed, and you let a light moan as he begins kissing your inner thighs before giving your wet pussy lips the soft pecks it deserve.

You cover your mouth, trying to keep quiet as he spreads your legs out a little wider before going back to eating you out. You removed your hand from your lips and bit your lip.

You began rolling your hips to feel his face against your pussy, "Terry...ahh, it feels so good," you whimpered, and he looked up for a second with your juice on his face.

Terry plunging back between your legs and your eyes rolled in the back of your head, secured your hips up an inch to get a little bit more.

He let out a little growl, gripping your lower back to rock your hips against his face, soaking his nose and mouth. "Oh fuck…Terry. So feels good."

You cried in pleasure; that was always music to his ears. Terry couldn't get enough of hearing you telling him how he made you feel and the pleasure he gave you.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head when you felt his tongue hit a good sweet spot. "Mmm, you're doing good, baby," He declares so deeply, voice sending shrinks down your spine to your dripping cunt.

Terry dives back in, tongue dipping in and out of your hole at an unforgiving pace. You gripped the sheets, "Yes, just like that." You whisper, feeling yourself get already close.

"Does my good girl need to come?" Terry asked in a whispter, and you nodded, shaking and tense. "I'm so close Terry…can I cum, please?" you whimpered, voice wavering more and more.

"Cum for me, baby," he ordered and you did, crying out his name…shaking from the mindblowing climax. You lay there quietly, trying to get yourself together.

Terry began kissing up your body to your lips, and you moaned tasting the juice of your cum on his tongue. You felt his hand grip your plump waist and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Terry pulled away and smirked, filling you up perfectly; you silently him as he moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him tight.

His forehead leaned against your forehead, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. The thrusts were slowly and gently, the breathless moans between you, and the music wrapped around you like a warm embrace.

"Shit...baby, you're the best thing that happened to me; you lift me up, love me for who I am, and I'm forever thankful you know that," Terry whispered, kissing your neck.

"Yes, ahhh Terry. I'm so happy I met you on that trip, you give me so I'm thankful for you, too," you whispered, getting emotional as you looked deeply into his beautiful eyes.

Terry wipes your tears away and kisses you for a few minutes before lifting your leg to be on his shoulder to go deeper. "So deep, so fucking deep Terry"

You let out a light moan, placing your hand on the back of your leg to keep it steady as the music drives out the sounds of your skins slapping togather.

"Fuck, I love you baby." Terry moans, leaning his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes deeply, thrusting a little faster, setting a steady rhythm.

"Ah…Terry….I love you, I love so fucking much" You moaned softly, feeling your pussy clenching around his dick. Terry kisses you and feels yourself getting ready to orgasm.

"I'm gonna come," You whispered in a moan, pulling away from the kiss. "You're gonna come, huh? Fuck Me too, baby, I'm gonna fill you up, would like that," He whispers in your ear.

"Yes, yes, fill me up with your come, please, Terry, I need it," You said, pulling him into another kiss as he thrust a few times, and you both came together, muffling each other's names.

You felt the streams of his hot cum dropping out of your pussy once he pulled out. "Mmm, that's all me coming out of you" He smirks, glancing down at your pussy proudly.

You and Terry went to take a warm shower together. The steam filled the small bathroom, creating a cozy atmosphere as you washed away the fantastic sex you just had.

Once you finished, you both slipped into soft pajamas, feeling comfortable and relaxed. As you settled into bed, you turned toward him and rested your head gently on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Terry wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer with a tender embrace, his hands softly caressing your arms. At that moment, everything felt right, and you knew nothing could stand in the way of this beautiful love between you both.

[jazzyvalentine]

WELCOME ALL!! (This will be my first fic on here so I’m sorry if it’s stupid😔 and it’s also my first time writing smut so please tell me what I need to improve on)❤️ and it’s also a bit long…… that’s what she said

Warnings⚠️: shower sex, p in v, spanking, choking, cursing, breeding (I think that’s it frfr)

Inspo: Lenny Kravitz’s ‘Heaven Help’ original version music video on YouTube🫶🏼

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It had been a long day at the office today. A fourteen hour shift because Randy, my boss requested I work two extra hours today because Lafayette had called out to go see his "hot date." Whatever the hell the reason, I don't care. None of my business. All I know is I would like to lay down now and take a shower later, my feet hurt after wearing those damn Mary Jane's all day long at work. Hands clammed up from so much typing I have to go run them under the sink tap in the bathroom in some hot water at work before I clocked out earlier.

      I walked into the flat and sighed, kicking the devil shoes off my achy feet and took a look around. The entire space was spotless. My brow bounced up as I curiously took in the clean smell of fresh air. Slash should be home by now, his car is even in the apartment's garage so I know he's here. I glanced at the clock on our wall shelf. 8:26 PM "Baby?" I called making my way down the hallway to our small bedroom. Silence. I figured he must be sleeping. But the closer I got, I could hear faint music playing from behind the bedroom door. I furrowed my brow with a confused pout on my lips as I slowly pushed the door open, having been already a little cracked.

I smiled at the sight of my wonderful boyfriend sitting on the bed with his back turned to me. I walked over, gently placing my laptop bag on the dresser and crossing the room to sit on our floor level bed, wrapping my arms his neck loosely as I kissed his shoulder lovingly. His arm stretched behind me to wrap around the small of my back, pulling me to sit over his plush thigh. "Hey, babygirl," he smiled at me, eyes trailing my face, "how was work?" He spoke gently as he leaned in to kiss my cheek sweetly, free hand rubbing my knee.

I grumbled rolling my eyes at that question, "the same bullshit as always... how was the studio" I scowled, but it turned to a grin at him as I asked the last part, my head tilted to the side just a little, swinging my legs over his hips to straddle his lap. I leaned in and quickly pecked his lips. He let out an airy chuckle as his hands found my hips, resting just above my waist on his forearms. "Same here. But hanging with Lenny and his guys was fun, and I definitely enjoyed recording with an excuse to play... so, nothing really to complain about." He grabbed my hand in his and brought it to his lips, tenderly kissing my knuckles as his black orbs bored into my eyes with such an intensity.

Lenny Kravitz had called Slash up about a week ago to see if he wanted to feature on his new song, 'Always On The Run," and Slash was ecstatic about Lenny's generous offer. They went to school together back in the day, but hardly spoke during that period just because they ran in different groups. But they've rekindled and I am personally overjoyed for them. "That's amazing baby!" I exclaimed excitedly, grabbing his face in my hands and smushing my lips against his. No matter what, I will always be proud of him. And I plan on telling him that at every chance I get.

His big hands smoothed over the loose strands of hair that flew from the bun at the back of my head. He swiftly pulled out the bobby pins and hair ties holding my hair in place loosely. Locks of hair flowing down my mid-back. His face was stone cold as he leaned down to kiss my neck, lifting me up and my legs immediately locked around his waist. Turning around, he laid me down on the bed, looming over me like a dark shadow. My hands snaked to the back of his neck pulling him down to meet my lips. I sighed into the kiss as his tongue darted out and licked my heavy bottom lip, begging for entry. And I immediately complied. My lips parted as his muscle slithered against mine like a snake.

The tips of his fingers gently toyed with the end of my black blouse, silently asking for permission. I barely nodded my head before he began unbuttoning my shirt. Normally he rips the shirts off of me. I guess he's feeling generous tonight considering I have very few work shirts left because of his feral ass. I smirked to myself but that smirk was quickly wiped from my face as he bit down on my lip, tugging at it gently. My breath hitched and a shuddery moan fell from my bruised lips.

My back arched into him from the duvet. He smiled down at me innocently as he pulled the shirts off the rest of the way off of me, leaving me in my pants and lacy black bra. His hands immediately reaching for my breasts, kneading them and kissing the flesh above the cups pooling out from the tops. "Ohhh... baby, just look at you. You're so beautiful." He had a goofy, adoring smile on his face as he sat up looking down at me. His hands toying with the waistband of my slacks as he leaned down to press his lips to my forehead and moving down to my lips. He held the kiss for a few seconds. It was sweet. Not filled with lust like it usually would be, but sweet love. Showing just how much he loves me by praising every inch of my body with his lips.

He pulled back, breathing heavily with a sheen of saliva connecting our lips as his eyes raked over every feature of me. The intensity of his stare making me feel meek, a pink flush rising over my skin. The music changed on the radio that was echoing from the walk-in bathroom, 'Heaven Help' by Lenny Kravitz began playing. Slash chuckled at the ironic song that started playing. "Fuck, I missed you so much today." He muttered against my skin as he nudged his nose to the valley of my breasts, inhaling the sweet aroma of my perfume and skin.

A single hand reached around behind me and I lifted from the bed ever so slightly to assist him in removing my bra. I sat up as he pulled the straps down my arms, my breasts bounced into my place as he tossed the bra on the head of the bed. His plump lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking lightly making me moan lowly, hand threading through his curls as the tip of his tongue flicked my sensitive bud. One of his hands pinched and squeezed at my other nipple making me grind my hips into his. My head fell back against the satin white sheets as I gasped into the crisp air of our bedroom, the open window blowing in cool air of the night.

My eyes flew open as I hastily unbuttoned the few buttons on his flannel at the bottom and making quick work of taking it off of him. He smirked and sat up pulling it off, tossing it to our hardwood flooring. I sat up with him, my hands smoothing over his broad tan chest, watching closely how it heaved with uneven breaths and smiled softly at him. "I love you, my moon. You are the only thing on my mind." His voice was soft, low and a bit raspy with desire. I paused before giving him the biggest lovesick grin I've ever mustered. He leaned down and bit the side of my neck making me whimper as my nails dug into his sides, tracing the patterns of the tattoos littering his muscular frame.

"Mmm.. you taste so good, baby," he hummed, I panted as my toes curled, feeling him pressing against my clothed thigh. He moved away and took one of my hands, pressing it to his heart and taking one of his own hands and placing it at the top of my breast. A shock of electricity shot up my spine. I could practically hear and feel our hearts beating in sync. The unmistakable smell of him filled my senses. Cigarettes, aftershave, and the sweet smell of coconuts in his hair.

My head lulled back ever so gently. Slash held the back of my head as he kissed my shoulder and down my arm, moving to the tips of my fingers, taking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them, moaning at the slightly sweet and bitter taste of my skin. I looked down at him through hooded eyes, biting my lower lip. "You're beautiful..." I mumbled softly.

Slash paused his ministrations of affection for a few seconds to speak up sweetly. "You're even more beautiful." His voice low with need, but gentle as a baby's love. His fingers brushed my cheek, smiling softly. "I love you," I muttered pressing my lips to his jaw, my hands roaming over every inch of skin that I could reach. Feeling his veins and muscles flexing with every touch under my palms, moving together in sync.

We stood from the bed and shuffled across the room. The remaining articles of clothing that littered our bodies being thrown around the bedroom and the doorway to our walk-in bathroom as we stepped through the door. Our lips connected all the while, the only guides we need being our bodies and a candle Slash had previously lit before I had gotten home to turn on the shower tap, sliding open the shower door as the room began to fill with steam. The music grew louder as we entered the bathroom.

Slash pushed me against the wall of the shower, the cold tiles against my hot back making me gasp softly. Our bodies being caressed by the water as he kissed my neck, large hands gripping my thighs. He effortlessly lifted me up and held me against him, he moved his kisses down to my shoulder. "You are... my world..." He groaned against me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

He bit down on my shoulder as he rubbed the head of his hard cock along my slit before pushing into me slowly. I cried out and gripped onto his back, my nails scratching down his skin, breaking it. He hissed through his teeth and lowered his head to take my tit into his mouth. My cushiony thighs tightened around his hips, jaw going slack as he set a deep and slow pace. "Fuuuck... oh my g.." I moaned, cutting myself off as my words got caught in my throat. He bottomed out without warning and slammed back inside of me, thrusting in and out of my slick hole as he moaned looking down at where we connected, throwing his head back. He slowly started to pick up his pace, feeling me squeezing his cock that was buried deep inside of cunt.

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3rd person pov

Slash held back a guttural groan just to hear her small whimpers and whines. Slash's mind fogged up with nothing but her, his love for his beautiful girl and showing it to her so she won't ever forget who loves her this way... who fucks her this way. Who fucks her this damn good that she can't speak. "Such a good girl." He cooed against her lips, lips latching onto hers and sucking her tongue.

End of 3rd person pov

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I cried out as I felt his tip prodding at that sweet, spongy spot in me. My walls squeezed around him as he shifted. Slash pushed me further into the wall, pulling my legs over his shoulders to pound into me deeper. My grip on him tightened, eyes rolling back and crossing as he raised his hand and it landed down on my ass. I jumped at the sting on my supple skin, whimpering as his thrusts grew deeper, quicker and harder. A pornographic moan came from me, feeling like I was in the clouds. My hands holding the sides of his neck as he whimpered, his mouth falling open as he panted against my skin.

I shakily craned my neck to suck and kiss his Adam's apple, feeling it bob under my lips. I left a big hickey in my wake and his grip on me tightened in a bruising hold, no doubt leaving marks on my hips for me to blush looking at in the mirror in the morning. I began to feel the band in my gut tightening and it was only a matter of time before it snapped. The steam in the bathroom making my head spin as my legs locked around the sides of his head.

"Baby... I-i" I cut off with a whine as he moves a hand thrown to my slick, thumb ferociously rubbing my clit. My back arched into him and I felt him hit that spot perfectly. I screamed, barely remembering to breathe as his thick, long cock pulverized my insides. No doubt even rearranging my guts. No coherent thought in my head as I babbled and cried away. His name falling from my wet lips like a prayer.

Slash smirked as his breathing grew more ragged, feeling the way my body tensed and spasmed. He groaned, panting loudly as his hand wrapped around my throat. Not squeezing tight enough to suffocate me, but just enough to mix pain with my pleasure. "Mmm... you close baby?" He teased, nipping my earlobe. His teeth clenched together as his hips jerked and he growled lowly as he quickened his pace, if that was even possible. My head fell back against the wall of the shower, nodding wildly. No words coming out of my mouth, too brain dead fucked to talk.

"Fuck! Come on... y-yes, yes!" He moaned loudly, free hand coming down to smack the side of my outer thigh, again a second time, and then once more. His eyes rolled back in his head as my body slid up and down the tiled wall with the force of his powerful thrusts. My legs shook violently along with the rest of my body as my hands gripped his curls tightly, tugging on his hair. He was close too and he knew it just as much as I did. "Please, baby!" I cried, tears pooling from my eyes and running down my puffy cheeks.

His arms locked me into place, thrusts becoming sloppy and unrhythmic. His face rested on the crook of my neck as he whined, lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along my shoulder. "I'm here... I-I'm right here, baby. I'm here, cum for me beautiful." He encouraged, voice a sweet whisper. His hands moving to hold the back of my head and press against my lower back making me arch against his abdomen.

His mind filled with the thoughts of his love for her. His sweet angel...

Slash's eyes screwed shut, mouth opening and tongue darting out from between his lips to lick at the sweet spot on my neck right by my pulse point. The sound of him letting go filled the bathroom, my name falling from his full and bruised lips like a mantra over and over again. Cries fell from his mouth as drool dribbled at the corners of his lips. And with a few more deep, quick thrusts, my mind clouded in euphoria as the band finally snapped.

One last scream before a calm washed over me like a wave upon the sand after an unforgivable storm in the ocean. My hands holding onto him for dear life as I felt his load spill, shooting deep inside of me. I gasped for air but he sucked it all right back out of me. I felt as if I died and was reborn in his being, and I could have sworn my heart stopped for a minute there. "Fuck, I-I love you," I whimpered as he pressed his forehead against mine and kissed my lips lovingly. He lowered us to the floor of the shower, both of us far too sensitive to be standing right now.

Pulling me into his lap and kissing my temple lovingly as his hands rubbed the bruises on my hips. His face filled with pleasure but his movements slow and gentle, arms wrapping tightly around me. He held me up to his chest, hands stroking my back.

He laid his head against hers, eyes closed as his lips ghosted her cheek, a breathless whisper coming from his lips. One hand brushed through her damn locks. "I love you... my precious angel." He said smoothly, voice so full of love.

My eyes shut out of exhaustion. I felt him press one more kiss to my forehead before standing with me in his arms, "let's get you to bed." He whispered kissing my cheek lovingly as he smiled down at me with hearts on his eyes. I reached up to turn off the shower, turning the faucet. Slash stepped out with me in his arms and grabbed our towels.

I nodded sleepily and nuzzled into his chest. The candle was blown out, radio turned down and we made our way back to the bedroom. He set me down at the edge of the end and helped me dry off before dying himself off with his own towel and climbing into the bed beside me.

He reached his arms out to her, wanting for her to come and lay on his chest. "C'mere baby." He cooed softly, gently tugging her hand to pull her closer to him. His other hand patting his chest as he spoke to his beautiful lady. He was so in love with her, absolutely completely head over heels in love with her.

He smiled gently as his girl, Rayshel laid to rest on his torso, her chest pressed against his side. His arms wrapping around her shoulders, holding the smaller girl close to him. He felt how she quivered against him and frowned a little, hoping he hadn't hurt her. "You okay, my love?" He murmured, kissing the lobe of her ear. She nodded and hummed quietly.

"I love you, Slash." She whispered making him smile, feeling her lips on his caramel skin until she pulled back and laid back down on his chest. "And thank you, for tonight." Slash held her face in one hand as his eyes scanned her sleepy, fucked out face. "I love you more. And anything for you, babygirl. Sleep well." She nodded gently and did just as told, immediately passing out on the spot in his arms.

Slash laid awake for a few minutes longer. Thinking of just how lucky he is, and how he couldn't wait until tomorrow when he'd go pick up the ring while she visited with her mother for a little while. And with that; small snores came from him as his chest rose and fell with even breaths, falling into dreamland with his amazing girlfriend, soon to be fiancé. There is nothing he wouldn't do for her. Light snores fell from his lips as he fell into a peaceful state of slumber with his best girl in his arms. He couldn’t ask for anything more or better.

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[smilingformoney]

Rickmas Day 6: Wrapped Tightly

Character: David Friedman (Judas Kiss) Relationship(s): David/Charley (OC), David & Sadie Warnings: smut, use of riding crop, dom/sub dynamics, age difference, daddy kink, reference to past alcoholism

Based on Stormy Reunion

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

“How many?”

“Er —”

“HOW MANY?”

“Fourteen?” Charley guessed, knowing whatever answer she gave would probably be wrong.

“Wrong answer.”

Charley yelped as the riding crop struck her backside so fast she heard it whipping through the air.

“Let’s start again, shall we? That was one. Now what do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He hit her again, and she gritted her teeth to stop herself from crying each time.

“Two. Th - thank you, Daddy.”

The doorbell rang, and David hesitated.

“Be quiet, maybe they’ll leave,” he hissed. He placed his hand on her rear gently, caressing the burning skin soothingly while they waited for the visitor to leave.

“Do you think they’re —”

A knock on the door. David sighed. He left Charley where she was, bent over the arm of the couch with her hands cuffed behind her back and face muffled against the cushions, bare arse in the air. She daren’t complain about being left like that while David, who was still fully dressed as if he were about to head off to the precinct, put his eye up against the peephole.

“What the fuck,” he muttered before opening the door slightly, just enough to look out at his visitor, very much hoping Charley was hidden from view.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, hello to you too, Detective,” Sadie replied. “Is that any way to greet your favourite FBI agent?” She glanced at the barely-open door. “You inviting me in or what?”

David glanced back at Charley, who silently mouthed what the fuck? at him - completely understandably, given her position. He turned back to Sadie and said, “Can you wait just two minutes?”

“Alright, I —”

Before she could finish the thought, the door was closed and David was hurrying over to Charley to release her from her cuffs.

“Go get dressed,” he instructed her.

“What’s going on?” Charley mumbled.

“You remember I mentioned my buddy Sadie in the FBI? She’s just turned up on the doorstep for some fuckin’ reason, and I don’t think you want her seein’ your bare ass, do you?”

David pulled her to her feet gently and she shook her head.

“Only you get to see my ass, Daddy,” she giggled.

“That’s right, babydoll,” David replied with a kiss to the side of her head. Normally he’d soothe her sensitive skin and look after her after hitting her, but they’d have to forgo that for now. He’d make it up to her later.

“Go on, be a good girl and get yourself dressed.”

As soon as she was back in the bedroom, David returned to the door and let Sadie in, who walked in as if she lived there too.

“Now what have I done to deserve this sorta welcome, Detective?” she said snarkily.

“Not callin’ ahead for one thing.”

“I called you five times!” Sadie said indignantly. “Not my fault you ain’t pickin’ up.”

David glanced at his phone on the table with a frown, and realised that he did in fact have five missed calls and voicemails from Sadie.

“Well, I was busy.”

“You sure were!” Sadie laughed. She bent down to pick something up, and David realised far too late that he’d left the riding crop on the coffee table.

“Now I get it. Where is she, huh?” Sadie glanced around, as if hoping Charley would be lurking in a corner somewhere.

“In the bedroom. I didn’t fancy givin’ you a view of her ass bent over the couch soon as you walked in.”

“Ain’t it a nice ass?”

“It’s a lovely ass, but it’s not for you to be lookin’ at,” David said firmly, taking the crop back from her. “Now, are you gonna explain why you just showed up on my doorstep or not?”

“Just passin’ through. Had a lead out in Lafayette, figured I’d pop in and say hi on my way back. Hoped I’d get laid too, but I s’pose that’s outta the question.”

Sadie plopped herself on the couch and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Ain’t you gonna offer me a drink?”

David sighed. “You want a drink, Agent Hawkins? I ain’t got nothin’ alcoholic, mind.”

Sadie gaped so wide she almost dropped her cigarette from her mouth. “Nothin’? Man, what the hell’d I even come here for, then? Fuckin’ and drinkin’ are about the only things you’re good for.”

“Sorry to disappoint. You want iced tea?”

“Yeah, sure.”

David went into the kitchen to dig Charley’s iced tea out of the fridge, hoping she wouldn’t mind, and it was when he was pouring two glasses that he felt her arms wrap around him from behind.

“There you are,” he said warmly. “I wondered when you’d come out. You okay, babydoll?”

“Mmm,” Charley replied. David turned slightly to wrap an arm around her shoulder and look at her. She looked sleepy, but she’d managed to dress herself and even brush her hair.

“You mind if I give Sadie some of your tea?”

“No, s’okay,” Charley replied, her voice still quiet. It was clear she was still in subspace - she was probably a little in shock that their scene had been interrupted, and here he was not even providing any aftercare.

“You want one too?”

She nodded, and David just about managed to pour three glasses with Charley clinging onto him. He put them on a tray and balanced the tray on one arm while the other stayed firmly wrapped around Charley’s shoulders.

“Charley, this is Sadie. Remember I told you ‘bout her?” David said as he placed the tray on the coffee table with Sadie’s help once she realised his other arm was occupied.

“Hi, Sadie. Heard a lot ‘bout you.”

“And I ain’t heard nothin’ about you!” Sadie replied, looking at her curiously. “Charley, is it?”

“You wanna sit with me, babydoll?” David asked Charley quietly. She nodded, and so David sat at the opposite end of the couch to Sadie, letting Charley sit on his lap and curl up against his chest.

“Boy, I sure have interrupted, huh?” Sadie remarked, although she made no indication of going anywhere, instead helping herself to her drink. “Don’t worry, I get it. I got a sub of my own these days. He gets real clingy after too.”

“She’s not usually this bad, but I think she’s a li’l in shock since you interrupted. She’ll be alright, though, won’t you, babydoll?”

David kissed Charley’s head reassuringly and she nodded.

“So she your girlfriend or what, Friedman? Or you just fuckin’?” Sadie asked, taking a drag from her cigarette.

“We’re together. We been together about three months now.”

“She met Jess yet?”

“Not yet. Monica knows about her, though, and we agreed they ain’t meetin’ yet. She goes to visit her parents the weekends I got Jess.”

“Talkin’ of parents - she looks young enough to be your kid. How old is she?”

“Twenty-nine,” Charley replied sleepily, her eyes still closed as she laid her head against David’s chest.

“Goddamn! Almost feel I should be arrestin’ you for cradlesnatchin’. Say, Charley, how old’s your daddy?”

“Sadie —” David said warningly.

Charley opened her eyes and looked up at Sadie.

“Why, don’t you know how old Dave is?”

Sadie laughed. “Hoo boy! She ever bratty to you, Dave?”

“Oh, yeah. We do all sorts - you know I like to switch it up. She’s amazin’ on top.”

“Better’n me?”

“Way better.”

Charley seemed to be more awake now, and she unstuck herself from David’s chest to reach for her glass of tea.

“Wait, did you two fuck before?” she asked.

“Dave told you all about me but not that we fucked?” Sadie said with surprise.

“Hey, that was a long time ago. Your friendship is much more important to me than those few dates we went on,” David replied. He kept his hand on Charley’s waist, knowing even if she was more awake now she probably hadn’t fully recovered. “But yeah, Sadie and I went on a few dates after we met. Slept together a couple times, but never really felt right. Decided we make better buddies than we do anything else.”

“Hey, we’re pretty good partners on a case too,” Sadie added.

“Yeah, that’s true. Without your help Matty Grimes might not be in jail.”

“Then for that we thank you,” Charley said. “I’m real anxious ‘bout meetin’ Jess ‘cus I don’t think Monica’s gonna like how young I am, but I figure if she says anything I’ll just remind her I ain’t never been jailed for accessory.”

David scoffed. “Charl, it don’t matter your age. You make me happy. Monica’ll hate you just for that.”

They all laughed then, and David tried to take a sneaky sip of Charley’s tea, but she pulled it away. “Nuh-uh, mister! You got your own on the table there.”

“Sure, ‘cept I got a pretty little thing sittin’ on my lap and I don’t wanna disturb her.”

Charley slid off his lap and sat down next to him. She stuck her tongue out at him; he rolled his eyes and leaned forward to grab his drink. When he sat back, he put an arm around Charley’s waist and let her settle in next to him.

“How’d you two meet, then?” Sadie asked.

“You wanna tell it, Charl?”

“Sure.” Charley took a sip of her drink, then said, “‘Bout three years ago, I was singin’ down at Banana Joe’s once a week. After my set I saw this gorgeous man sittin’ at the bar —”

“Yeah, and I was next to him,” David interjected.

“Shush!” Charley laughed, nudging him slightly. “Anyway, I saw Dave sittin’ on his own nursin’ a whisky. He looked sad and hot, I was sad and hot, so I got to flirtin’. Came back here’n had the best sex of my goddamn life, then did it again most nights for… about a month or so, I think? Then I moved away to try and make it big in New York, fucked that up, so I came back to New Orleans. Dave was good enough to put me up while I found my feet, that turned into catchin’ feelings so I never left.”

“Yup, that just about sums it up,” David agreed.

“Well, ain’t you two just the cutest! Dave tell you how we met?”

“Yeah, you were workin’ on the Hornbeck case together. I remember hearin’ about that one in the news. They never mentioned the officer that cracked the case was so hot, though.”

“Why, thank you - oh, you mean Dave. Yeah, he’s alright, I guess.”

“Whaddya mean, alright?” David said indignantly. “You were just lamenting that you weren’t gonna get to fuck me, now you’re sayin’ I’m just alright?”

Charley laughed. “Don’t worry, boo, I think you’re smokin’.”

“Then that’s all I need.”

She kissed him on the cheek, then said, “You mind if I go get a nap?”

“‘Course not, darlin’. Let me know if you need anythin’, you hear?”

“Of course I will. I love you.”

“Love you too, Charl.” He gave her a gentle kiss, then let her excuse herself back to the bedroom.

Charley woke up a few hours later some time after midnight when she felt David’s weight on the mattress as he climbed in behind her. She immediately turned around and wrapped an arm around him. He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya.”

“S’okay. Sadie still here?”

“Nah, she’s headed back to Georgia. You okay? You seemed a bit out of it when we got interrupted earlier.”

“I was, but I’m alright now. You always look after me so good.”

David smiled. “Glad to hear it. You wanna go back to sleep? I was just gonna read for a bit before I turn in.”

“Nah, I’m awake now. I say we pick up where we left off.”

David looked down at her, and she was looking at him with that mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Oh yeah? What you got in mind, babydoll?”

“Somethin’ like this.”

She pushed his shoulder until he was lying on his back, then swung a leg over so she was lying on top of him.

“Lemme fuck you, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear, causing a wave of lust to wash over him. “I wanna ride you so bad…”

“Mhm, Charl… how am I s’posed to say no when you ask so sweetly, hm?”

Charley grinned mischievously, her hips wiggling over his crotch, the friction of her body against his causing his cock to twitch to life.

“Look at you, babydoll… what’d I ever do to deserve you, huh?”

“You treat me good, for one thing,” Charley replied. She lowered her hips a little further, trapping his half-erect cock between them. “Takin’ me in when you had no good reason, lettin’ me stay even when I told you ‘bout my problem.”

“Naw, c’mon, now. It’d be mighty hypocritical of me to kick you out for that when I got a problem of my own. How long you on now, anyway?”

“Fourteen weeks yesterday,” Charley said proudly.

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you. Doin’ better’n me, anyway. Reckon I’m six weeks now. Ah, fuck!” He hissed as Charley rolled her hips over his swollen cock, the thin fabric barriers of their underwear feeling like a prison.

“You’re doin’ so good, Dave.”

“Ah, I’m no good at bein’ sober, Charl… but I got somethin’ I am good at, an’ that’s keeping my baby girl happy. Now, are you gonna ride me or what, sweetheart?”

“I sure am, Daddy.”

Charley raised her hips to allow David to pull his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. Impatient, she pushed her wet panties aside rather than take them off, and sank down onto David’s waiting cock with a satisfied moan.

“That’s it, darlin’,” David groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, you’re so wet… your cunt feels amazing, wrapped tightly around my cock like that… I reckon I could happily spend my life buried inside you.”

His hands gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to resist moving her hips for her.

“How do you want it, Daddy? Hard and fast or soft and slow?”

David grunted, his mind fogging over with desire.

“Whatever you wanna do, babydoll.”

Eager to please him, Charley happily set about bouncing hard on his cock, causing the bedsprings to squeak loudly as she rode him.

She loved how vocal he could be. He was a wildcard of a man, never shying away from letting his feelings show, and that included in bed. Thank fuck they lived in a detached house, no shared walls meaning no neighbours to complain about their loud fucking.

David grabbed at the vest Charley was wearing and pulled it over her head, discarding it somewhere on the floor to worry about later. He saw her tits every day, but fuck, they never lost their charm, especially when they were bouncing up and down in time with her hips. He kept one hand on her thigh while the other grabbed her breast, his large, calloused hand squeezing the sensitive flesh.

“Mhm, fuck, you fill me up so good, Dave,” Charley panted. “I ain’t never had a cock like yours, Daddy.”

“And you never will again,” David said with a proud grin. “My cock’s the only one you want, right, babydoll?”

“Sure is,” Charley whined. “Feels so - so good… ah, fuck…”

David had begun thrusting his hips upwards to match hers, his cockhead rubbing up against that sweet spot inside her. He let out a moan that almost sounded like a whine when he felt Charley’s walls squeezing him, her tight, wet cunt enveloping his cock perfectly.

His chest was glistening with sweat, the moonlight creeping in through the curtains the only source of light. He was breathing heavily, his brow knitted slightly causing that adorable little crease to appear between his eyebrows, and his mouth hung open as his moans slipped out from between his lips. He was beautiful.

“Fuck, Charl, I’m not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that…”

That only spurred her on more. Charley leant forwards to kiss him, their lips meeting in the moonlight as they swapped spit and kisses and moaned into each other’s mouths. Charley’s breasts were pressed up against David’s chest, their equally sticky sweat mixing, and David moved the hand that was on her breast up to her neck to wrap around her, squeezing slightly on the sides as he tried desperately to cling on to his last semblance of control.

The hand around her neck was the last straw for Charley, and she could feel her orgasm building. David could clearly feel it too, because he took over their movements by snapping his hips up urgently, the hand that wasn’t gripping her throat grabbing her waist to hold her still while he fucked her from below.

“I can feel your cunt squeezing me,” he growled in her ear. “You gonna cum for me, baby girl?”

“Uh-huh,” Charley mumbled feebly. “Gonna - gonna cum for you, Daddy, your cock feels so good…”

“Good girl. You milk my cock, sweetheart, I wanna feel you squeeze me as I make you cum.”

It only took a few more thrusts from David before he felt Charley’s walls contracting around him, and he took it as his cue to tighten his grip on her throat, even as her moans spilled from her lips, the body she was once so in control of now spasming erratically as she came, David’s firm grip on her holding her steady as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, and it was only when her moans died down and her body went limp that he let his own orgasm rip. He clung onto her tightly as he filled her up with his seed, crying out her name and squeezing her spent body tightly until she’d taken every last drop he could spare her.

A short while later, David had cleaned her up, made sure she’d had a pee and a drink, and now the two of them were laying in bed together, both spent, David gently stroking Charley’s hair as she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

“Charl?” he whispered in the darkness.

“Hm?” she grunted back, still just about conscious.

“I love you.”

She hummed happily and cuddled him closer.

“Love you more,” she mumbled.

David smirked. That was impossible, he knew, but he decided not to argue the point, instead wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her close as they both drifted off to sleep.

[anthonys237thfreckle]

“hello? scarlet speaking…”

scarlet. 19. she/her. anthony ramos fan!

i’m mostly here to reblog and write hamilton/anthony ramos content - hoping to write fics- feel free to request!

here’s my masterlist xox

more about me below!

𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ��� ⋆｡ ˚

what + who i write for (so far!!)

★ hamilton: john laurens, alexander hamilton, lafayette, eliza hamilton, phillip hamilton!

★ in the heights (movie version) : usnavi de la vega, benny, nina rosario!

★ twisters: javi rivera (that’s his last name I think?)

request angst, fluff, headcanons, imagines, anything!

what i will not write + some rules:

★ SA, abuse, incest, non con

★ I can do smut, but nothing mentioned above.

★ please be above 18 if you’re gonna request a NSFW!

some fun facts!

★ i hate ginger!

★ i’m doing two degrees!

★ i LOVE cowboy boots (its an obsession)

★ i’ve watched hamilton live and almost got locked out of the theatre

★ i wish anthony ramos was real i love him

that’s about it guys! remember, my inbox is always open! leave a message!

[xo-myloves]

This is really random but can you tell me as much as you can about Izzy Stradlin rq? .. i'm doing research! (For private purposes hehe)

Shit man, I know a lot but I’m bad about being on the spot, I’m literally gonna put all the shit I know and put it in a chat gpt summary so it makes more sense! I hope that’s okay!

Izzy Stradlin, born Jeffrey Dean Isbell on April 8, 1962, in Lafayette, Indiana, is an American guitarist, singer, and songwriter. He is best known as a co-founder and former rhythm guitarist of the iconic rock band Guns N’ Roses. Stradlin played a pivotal role in the band’s early success, contributing significantly to their songwriting and distinctive sound.

Early Life and Career:

Stradlin developed an interest in music during his teenage years, influenced by bands like The Rolling Stones and Aerosmith. After moving to Los Angeles, he formed several bands, including Hollywood Rose with his childhood friend Axl Rose. This collaboration eventually led to the formation of Guns N’ Roses in 1985. As the rhythm guitarist, Stradlin co-wrote many of the band’s classic songs, including “Sweet Child o’ Mine,” “Paradise City,” and “Patience.”

Personal Life and Relationships:

Stradlin is known for maintaining a private personal life. He was previously married to Aneka Kreuter; their marriage ended in divorce in 2001. As of 2016, Stradlin was living in or around Ojai, California. 

According to available information, Stradlin has been in relationships with several individuals over the years, including Angela Nicoletti (1986–1987), Desi Craft (1985–1986), and Pamela Manning (1984). He has also had encounters with Suzette (1987), Monique Lewis (1985), Valeri Kendall (1984), and Adriana Smith. Details about these relationships are limited, reflecting Stradlin’s preference for privacy. 

Friendships and Collaborations:

Throughout his career, Stradlin has maintained friendships with several musicians, most notably Axl Rose, with whom he formed Hollywood Rose and later Guns N’ Roses. Despite leaving the band in 1991, Stradlin has occasionally reunited with his former bandmates for performances. He also formed the band Izzy Stradlin and the Ju Ju Hounds, collaborating with musicians like Rick Richards and Charlie Quintana.

Current Life:

Stradlin continues to lead a low-profile life, occasionally releasing solo music and making guest appearances. His preference for privacy means that detailed information about his current personal life and relationships is scarce.

In summary, Izzy Stradlin’s contributions to rock music, particularly through his work with Guns N’ Roses, have left an indelible mark on the industry. Despite his fame, he has managed to keep his personal life largely out of the public eye, maintaining a level of privacy that is rare in the music world.

(Now looking at this, I could’ve fucking wrote this, I’m just lazy and doing smut 😔🙌)

[krylng]

requests!

visit my profile, drop in a request!

characters I will do:

-Daveed Diggs(person)

-Aaron Warner(book character)

-Kai Azer(book character)

-Any character from Hamilton (actually except for ensemble)

-turn washington’s spies Lafayette

-probably more, i’ll lyk if i can do it or not.

-Conrad and/or Jeremiah Fisher

-Severus Snape

-Draco Malfoy

-Harry Potter

~~~~~~~ THINGS I WILL WRITE:

-smut (18+)

-angst

-fluff

-head canons on characters in a situation or feeling

-pairings with two characters

-basically anything that isn’t on the list below. v

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE

-r4pe

-inc3st

-any form of sa

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you @brendadaaedestler and @nerdywriter36 for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

At the moment, 39!

What's your total AO3 word count?

137,637

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

"send your cutest delivery boy" (special instructions, Tyler's POV) (Wednesday)

The Valentine's Day Curse (Wednesday)

wet face towels (Wednesday)

can I have this dance? (Wednesday)

My Halloween Angel (Wednesday)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! But I'm usually really really late LOL. But I respond to them because I'm just. always so beyond grateful when I actually get comments, especially since I rarely ever do.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

OOOH. Either neverending bloodstains (Phantom of the Opera) or on the precipice of Madness (Phantom of the Opera)??

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

OOOOh good question. That's either gotta be Angels In Hell's Kitchen (Daredevil), Talking to the Moon (ATLA), or a place where you don't need to talk all the time (Phantom of the Opera)!

Do you write crossovers?

I have WIPs of crossovers! Multiple, actually! There's an HTTYD x WOF one, and another one about kid geniuses from diff books! but I never went that far with it (it was fun tho)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not exactly but kind of?? I wrote a Hamilton fic once about Lafayette hugging and kissing Hamilton and Laurens platonically and how they were embarrassed by it, and how they ended up realising that it's okay for Lafayette to be that affectionate. And I got a comment that was annoyed that a lot of people are "forcing" men to be soft and affectionate or something. I can't really remember tho because I didn't read the comment (my friend told me not to LOL)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, and I never plan to.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think someone said they would once on FFnet?? But idk if it ever happened.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have several WIPs, and a finished one that was for whumptober that I wrote with @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom! (The prompts we used were Mind control, kidnapping, and shock collar)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Probably Raoulstine and Hiccstrid 🥹🥹🥹

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

No NO I REFUSE to think of any of my WIPs this way I will continue to tell myself that I will finish ALL of them some day.

What are your writing strengths?

Many people have told me that characterization is one of them!! I think another might be writing emotions??

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and like... exposition.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I really wanna write a HTTYD fic sometime, and also a Hiccstrid fic! I've just been focusing on so many others that I haven't had the chance to yet. I've also been wanting to do Zootopia, and, well. Supernatural, once I finally start watching it LOL wjdjwjdjsjjd (I. already have ideas-)

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

OH GOODNESS. That's a very good question... maybe a place where you don’t need to talk all the time (Phantom of the Opera), aka my Deaf!Raoul fic! I really enjoyed writing that one.

Or perhaps Talking To The Moon, my only ATLA fic!

Or maybe Woe Is We, an unfinished Wednesday fic I have!

Or maybe My Dear Nutcracker, my newest fic!! This one DEFINITELY has a special place in my heart, so!!

Tagging:

@rose-red-ink @incomingalbatross @clawedandcute @rainintheevening @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom

@authortobenamedlater @ladyphlogiston @darling-gemini

[juliusceasersblog]

Masterlist

Hello! I am Julia, I am a 20 y/o writer and AVID reader. I am apart of SOSOSOSO many fandoms! Here are fandoms I will write for. (Keep in mind that I am just getting started writing again. Please be patient and know that I am doing my best. I am still in uni so it may be hard doe me to upload as much as I'd like. Please please send me any and ALL requested for characters that seem appealing to you!!) But, here are some things I will NOT write for. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, incest, stepcest, necrophilia, somnophilia. I am writing smut and all you'd have to do for a certain character is dm me or request it !;)

Harry Potter.

Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Wesley

George and Fred Wesley

Severus Snape

Luna lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Tony Stark

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Vision

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Miguel O'hara

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Leia Skywalker

Padmé Amidalla

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han solo

Lando Calrissian

Rey

Poe Dameron

Kylo Ren

Diabolik lovers

Ayato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Kanato Sakamaki

Azusa Mukami

Shu Sakamaki

Kou Mukami

Yuma Mukami

Reiji Sakamaki

Cordelia

Ruki Mukami

Yui Komori

Subaru Sakamaki

Carla Tsukinami

Kou Mukami

Shin Tsukinami

Richter

Natasha, Pierre And the great comet of 1812

Pierre Bezukhov

Natasha Rostova

Marya Dmitriyevna

Fedya Dolokhov

Anatole Kuragin

Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

George III

Marquis De Lafayette

George Washington

Peggy Schuyler

Thomas Jefferson

John Laurens

James Madison

Hercules Mulligan

Maria Reynolds

Eliza Schuyler

Philip Hamilton

Interview with the vampire

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe du Lac

Claudia De pointe du Lac

Aarmand

Santiago

Loustat

Claudeline

HOND

Claude Frollo

Phoebus

Esmerelda

Arcane

Jinx

Vi

Sevika

Caitlyn

Jayce

Viktor

Silco

Ambessa Medarda

Wicked

Elpheba

Fieyro

The outsiders

Darry

Sodapop

Ponyboy

Dally

Johnny

Two-bit

Steve

Cherry

Marsha

Curly

Tim Shepherd

Angela Shepherd

Voltron

Axca

Romelle

Klance

Allurance

Gotham (2016)

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Bruce Wayne

Selena Kyle

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Alfred Pennyworth

Harvey Bullock

Tabitha Galavan

Barbra Keene

Lee Thompkins

Jervis Tetch

Jonathan Crane

Jim Gordon

AHS

Tate LangdonViolet HarmonLana Winters Kit WalkerJimmy Darling Micheal Langdon

MPHFPC

Enoch O'connor

Alma Peregrine

Anastasia

Anastasia Romanov

Dimitryi

Gleb Vagonof

Black Butler

Alois Trancy

Ciel Phantomhive

Claude Faustus

Sebastian Michaelis

Invincible

Mark Greyson

Nolan Greyson

Samantha (Atom Eve)

Ghost B.C

Any of the papa's

Any of the ghouls!

UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Viktor Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Gladiator i & ii

Emperor Commodus

Emperor Geta

Emperor Caracalla

[talesfrommedinastation]

Hello from Medina Station!

Howdy, call me Dr. Meat Muffin.

I'm a busy program director and writer, with a Ph.D in science education. When I'm not writing passive aggressive emails and reviewing terrible papers, working, I like to write and draw.

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'Far Past the Ring' is my epic crossover of the world of The Expanse and Star Wars' The Bad Batch.

As of November 5th, 2023, the main story is complete. Side stories will be popping up, ranging from explicit smut pieces to simple conversations between characters. Some take place in the Star Wars universe, some in The Expanse, and some, well, in between.

Watch for them :)

Read on WattPad here

Read on AO3 here

Reddit AITA written by Sjael Drummer

Side Story: Good Enough

Side Story: Tenye Fo Me, Teki

Side Story: Mi Omega

Side Story: Kom Wanya Xom

Side Story: Implants

Side Story: Showza me dem Setara

As a science writer, I really wanted to explore the meeting of the two universes that seemed to respond to physics and biology in wildly different ways.

Additionally, I love The Expanse. Like, inhumanly so. And if you like Star Wars, I hope that this inspires you to watch this amazing show.

Finally, I also wanted to write a neurodivergent love story between an ASD individual and a neurotypical individual. I hope that I have done it justice.

'To Guard Against Titans' is the sequel to 'Far Past the Ring'.

If you want even more violence, sass, banter, warmth, and Adults Doing Adult Things, well, come on down.

Read on AO3 here.

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Some Guides to 'Far Past the Ring':

OC: Sjael Drummer, Ph.D

OC: Tanke Drummer, MD

OC: Timon Chapelle

Minor OCs

Art (there's a ton!)

Author's Note: The Indigenous Future

Author's Note: On Neurodiversity and Relationships

Author's Note: Space Living

Author’s Note: On Neurodiverse Parenting

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The TechiVerse!

If you like the concept of 'Into the Spiderverse', but are still heartbroken by the last finale of The Bad Batch, well, this one's for you!

Read it here on AO3

The OCs!

The non-canon Techs!

A collaborative project between multiple content creators (@wrenkenstein @moosethren @ilikemymendarkandfictional and @techs-stitches, plus yours truly. The characters used belong to their respective authors, all of whom are tagged here in this post)

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Doug Talks Star Wars

My neighbor is an irreverent Boomer from Lafayette, LA, with all sorts of ideas and thoughts regarding a galaxy far, far away. I've taken to texting him regarding animated Star Wars shows and man, his Southern sass is magical. Enjoy!

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters: Side Character Edition!

My redneck neighbor Doug on ‘The Outpost’

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Pabu'

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tipping Point'

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'The Solitary Clone'

My redneck neighbor Doug on why Tech is a Florida Man

My redneck neighbor Doug on Space Cajuns, aka Belters from The Expanse.

My redneck neighbor Doug reads my fanfiction

My redneck neighbor Doug wants to write my fanfiction

My redneck neighbor Doug wants to cheer me up with 'The Clone Wars'

My redneck neighbor Doug writes Star Wars smut/fluff

[ntzsche9]

So, hi! I'm Verne (they/them), practically a queer elder in my 30s, brand new to tumblr (dunno how I ever missed the boat), and I only ever seem to write in the 20 minutes or so between pulling up to work and clocking in, or when I'm putting my toddlers down for a nap but don't want to crawl out of their beds and address the chores I gotta do while they're out of the way. I've written poetry, prose, and roleplayed in the past but got away from it for years and years, and only recently started writing again. I have notebooks and lists of story ideas but the few things I have fleshed out are mostly silly character-based "what if?" scenarios, because those are the most fun to me. Too many of my stories are me simply wanting to write a scene, developing a bit of a world around it, then losing interest entirely. I hope this blog can change that a bit, help me focus on following through or figuring out how to better develop small ideas into something longer.

Interests:

Post-apocalyptic

Near-future dystopias

Scifi/Fantasy (urban) with magical realism

History/AltHistory (especially lesser-known and marginalized stories)

Horror, dark, violent, and mature themes

Queer everything. I can't write heteros to save my life and I'm not all that sorry about it.

Sexy melodrama and smut with too much plot

Fanfiction (I could read/write Fallout stuff all day)

Some Favorite Authors:

Octavia Butler

Nnedi Okorafor

VE Schwab

Starhawk

Madeline Miller

Ta-nehisi Coates

Becky Chambers

Emma Donoghue

Looking for:

Community, inspiration, other writers to follow, and problem-solving tips in storytelling and sticking to stories when things get tough. I really just need some folks to talk to when working through all the things in my head. Open to the occasional tag but I'm not great at responding.

I have plenty more little bits of nonsense in various states of readability, like character backgrounds, alt-ending scenes, slice-of-life banter between characters, etc. These will be posted under the tag #ntzsche misc

Noteworthy WIPs:

Bad Blood - A Fallout Nuka-World fanfic (#ntzsche Nuka-World)

My longest story is a fanfic, but with a cast of characters largely not in the Fallout 4 DLC. I intend to eventually write this in a way that someone who hasn't played the game would be able to easily read.

Lafayette, the son of a 'retired' raider, left his abusive father to find his place in the world and was taken in by an eclectic trauma-bonded found family that inspires him to be a better person and shows him love he is certain he doesn't deserve. When his father comes across them in a raid, Lafayette is given the offer to join him, and he agrees in order to save the settlement and his little brother. Lafayette finds that being with his dad again, and being the son he always wanted him to be, isn't nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. He struggles to maintain the person he wants to be with the person he suspects he is, all while a cast of scheming raiders, wastelanders, and slaves vie for power in the raider city built within the rusted remains of an amusement park.

Salem's Child (#ntzsche Salem)

A background on one of the lesser Nuka-World characters that I got carried away with.

Andrew Rook doesn't look like his parents. He looks like someone they are desperate to forget. Growing up in post-apocalyptic Salem, Massachusetts has it's perks, though. In a fading settlement run by incompetent men who would rather blame the population of feral black cats for their problems than try to solve them, Andrew and his two best friends build a world in their imagination that shields them from the wretchedness of the wasteland and the people they have to rely on to survive.

Hechizo

Another character background that I would love to expand into a few short stories around.

Mateo Zavala was born in the vibrant and tight-knit community of Navarro. His great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, a pre-war ghoul, is still the ruling matriarch, and it's hard for her not to play favorites when she has over 300 living descendants.

The Crash (#ntzsche Crash)

A what-if real-world rewrite of an event from another story. I just really enjoy writing these two.

Gabe always knew his functional alcoholic roomie would get into a terrible car wreck some day, but he never thought he would be dumb enough to be in the car with him. When the consequences of the wreck threaten to destroy Dave's life, Gabe finds himself doing everything he can to hold those pieces together. The love he harbors for his straight, polyamorous best friend runs deeper than either of them are ready to face, and find that Dave's injury turns their relationship completely on end.

[aceofwhump]

HEY! ok so first I live for your posts and your whump lists! I need help finding some Loki, Lafayette and Keith fanfic

Loki from Marvel

Lafayette from Hamilton, Turn, etc.

Keith from Voltron

Hiya! Okay I'm not gonna be the best help here cause I've never read anything for Keith or Lafayette. But I do have tons for Loki cause I'm obsessed with Loki whump. Here's my favorites:

First of all read everything written by unintentiallyangsty because all of their Loki fics are INCREDIBLE!

I also greatly enjoy the works by Lise so check out their fics too.

being me can only mean feeling scared to breathe (if you leave me, then i'll be afraid of everything) by imadetheline Summary: Loki doesn’t remember the last time he slept through the night, but he does know it’s been a while since he woke up screaming. Or: Loki has a night terror while onboard the Statesman and his older brother is there for him.

You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore by GalaxyThreads Summary: Five months after Thor drags his half-dead brother to Earth to plead asylum, things take a turn for the worse. With the older Asgardian out of commission and a sizeable threat overshadowing them, Clint becomes aware of two facts: One: Loki was tortured, mind-controlled, and manipulated into attacking Earth. Two: Loki knows none of this. (gen, no smut)

Made Myself at Home by gandalfthemorallygrey Summary: Loki has been running himself ragged ever since the rebirth of the multiverse, desperately searching for Mobius. But an unfortunate encounter with a knife ends with him at the mercy of the Avengers shortly after their Battle of New York. This should be fun.

coming all apart by hamartia9167 Summary: It turns out that violently tearing yourself out of every thread of time and space simultaneously has repercussions. After he and Mobius make it out of the Temporal Loom, Loki falls apart physically and psychologically. But for once, he’s not alone.

the façade and bravado by Shyane Summary: In which Loki tries his damnedest to make himself out as a villain and fails spectacularly.

hard road series by bereft_of_frogs Summary: Loki is brought back to Asgard after being defeated in New York, but his condition rapidly deteriorates.

lay my head down by chthonics Summary: When a TVA mission finds them back in the Gobi desert, the heat becomes too much for Loki's body to handle. Luckily, Mobius is there to help.

Lol well okay then! When it comes to Kaz Brekker whump please check out the following tag on my blog for some good recs:

https://aceofwhump.tumblr.com/tagged/kaz%20brekker

[protect-daniel-james]

Ask game! Number 9 please?

9. What inspired you to write your first fic?

To be honest I can't really remember the first impulse? I suppose since I loved historical books/movies, I enjoyed the sort of "tender loving friendships" between the main male characters (e. g. Three musketeers), and it just... led me to this. But the first fics I read were from the Star Trek fandom, because I couldn't read English fics back then, and the Star Trek ones were the only ones being written/published online in my native language lol. So all my knowledge of Star Trek lore comes from those days (and honestly I'm not into sci-fi and space stuff at all otherwise - but I saw a couple of the OG Star Trek episodes because I was curious haha). My mum actually found out and she was surprised - not even by the 18+ smut (I was like 13?) but rather by the alien stuff? (iirc Spock's dick was green etc.). So yeah. Since then she knows I read and write fanfics.

The first fic I can clearly remember actually writing (and trying to translate into English) was a Lewis & Clark one after seeing Night at the Museum. As I said, history stuff (and very niche since they're in the movie for about 5 seconds overall), yay. I pride myself in shipping Hamilton/Laurens way before the Hamilton musical existed. I was obsessed with the American war of independence and with the French revolution, so yeah, during my first shipping period I shipped the hell out of all these huge historical figures (Washington/Lafayette daddy kink forever). Once again, I showed early signs of being obsessed with fic research - I read a lot of their letters for -research purposes- etc. I only started writing football fics in 2018, after watching Croatia - funnily enough, football became subject of my academic research then, and I managed to study abroad for two years, writing a footy thesis for my Master's degree - and it all started with some silly fanfics.

[allsfairinloveandpoetey]

Maddie’s fan fiction recommendations <3

includes: Hunger Games, Criminal Minds, Marvel, Harry Potter, Stranger Things, Hamilton,

Key: 💋 - Smut, 🫂 - angst, 🧸 - fluff

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair -

Coriolanus Snow -

backwards reflection - 🫂

dirty secret - 💋

Peeta Mallark -

Katniss Everdeen -

nothing yet

Joanna Mason -

nothing yet

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid -

queen of hearts - 💋

sub!spencer - 💋

oh no - 🧸

Aaron Hotchner -

Emily Prentiss -

Marvel

Bucky Barnes -

Wanda Maximoff -

Peter Parker 3 -

Couldn’t help myself - 💋

Harry Potter

Theodore Nott -

Lorenzo Berkshire -

Mattheo Riddle -

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington -

Robin Buckley -

Hamilton

Marquis de Lafayette -

Thomas Jefferson -

Alexander Hamilton

I’m aware my tastes are slightly odd but here’s different stories that I read and was like woah. Anyway, here’s a playlist (mostly Taylor Swift) of different songs I think you could listen to while reading. You can look at my about me page to see my other tastes :)

[jacepens]

Foreigner's God

Intro: I'm pretty sure this is just the result of me listening to Foreigner's God by Hozier on repeat. It's pretty short and just religiousy/artsy suggestive not-explicit smut

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, suggestive

Like I said, it's not explicit but its suggestive enough to go under the cut

There was Lafayette again. In his room, in his bed, under his sheets. 

He awoke to his sinful kiss and hands that warmed skin gone cold years ago. Lafayette only needed to take one look at him to see his every weak point, and then delicately unfurl them so he might have George as he was not hidden behind walls of protection.

There is Lafayette - always Lafayette - settled deep in his heart and body, and George is gasping, groaning against the beauty above him, so heavenly behind lust-clouded eyes. 

He presses his forehead to George’s, urging more with each delicate sigh. And he gives. Gives with all the conviction of a devoted worshipper. To make Lafayette feel worshipped. To worship Lafayette.

And what better way is there to worship than to give your body to your God?