#liam neeson smut

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Confessions {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

approx. 1,000 words

Summary: You and Anakin blow off some steam by getting drunk together. When you return back for the night you are greeted by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Kenobi who insist you get to bed. As Qui-Gon prepares you to sleep, he hears your drunken confessions; of love and insecurities.

Warnings: F! reader, insecurities, drunkenness, (Anakin and reader are in their 20s), reader and Anakin are platonic, angst, 18+

As you return back to the grounds from your impulsive bar hopping with Anakin, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are the first people you see. Disappointment is clearly written all over their faces, since two of their best Jedis are coming home past curfew and three sheets to the wind.

"sshhhh Ani, someone could hear us," you giggle out whisper yelling as he trips over his feet like a new born giraffe.

"Sorry, which way do we go," he asked with a tilted head, not sure if he could recognize the corridors in the dark.

"This way, follow m-" you started as you turned left but were cut off by the strong chest of Master Qui-Gon who was just around the corner.

Behind Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan, who could not hold back his giddiness. He wasn't angry at your antics. He loved that you and Anakin were acting like normal young people but had to put on a poker face for Qui-Gon as he handed down punishments.

Your cheeks were flush, scarlet with embarrassment for getting caught by someone you respected so highly. You were always trying to please Qui-Gon. It was an unspoken truth that you were his favorite padawan; because of your discipline in learning the ways of the force and in the longing glances you both exchanged over the past many months.

Qui-Gon's piercing gaze fixes on Anakin, and then shifts to you, his brow furrowing as he detects something beneath the surface. He knew that bar hopping wasn't your idea. Anakin was corrupting the sweet girl beside him, and Qui-Gon was not going to stand for it.

"Anakin, Obi-Wan will escort you back to your quarters," Qui-Gon ordered, putting an end to the night's activities. "And you," he turned and lowered his gaze to your sheepish figure, "come with me."

You nod in comply and Qui-Gon gently takes you by the hands, leading you to your bedroom. Yawning the whole way there, Qui-Gon's anger fades into protectiveness, just wanting to make sure you don't hurt yourself and sleep off as much as you can of what will be a massive hangover.

He shuts the door quietly, as to not startle you with any loud sounds and sees you struggling to remove your tunic. Your arms are stuck three quarters of the way out and the twisting of your shoulders isn't making the fabric roll up your back as you hoped it would.

"hhmph! Qui, could you help me, pretty pleasssssse," you slur out to him for assistance. He doesn't want to risk any impropriety but seeing you struggle was enough to throw all of the norms out the window.

"Relax your arms," he said, reaching for the hem of the shirt to pull over your head. Free from the straight jacket tunic, you stood before him in your lilac lace bra.

He let out a shallow breath as he looked down at you, remarking to himself how soft and cuddly your skin appears to be, and the way the lace of the bra seems to be painted on your breasts, fitting perfectly to the swell of your chest.

In no time flat you have removed your bottoms and exposed you cheeky bum to him, clad in lilac panties, matching your bra.

Oblivious to the tension of the situation, since your mentor is a foot away from your practically naked form you ask, "would you tuck me in?"

He nods, and follows you to the edge of the bed. He watches you cuddle into the silky soft sheets and nuzzle up to your pillow. Qui-Gon loosely drapes the blanket around your form and shift to get up as you reach for his wrist.

"Is there something else you need of me?" he asked, thinking you would ask for another blanket or for a glass of water.

You hesitate, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over you. "Can you… stay? Just for a little while? Just to talk?"

"What is it you would like to talk about?" he inquired, knowing you already confide in him as a mentor for your Jedi training. For some reason he could sense that this would be a different kind of conversation.

"Qui-Gon?" you say barely a whisper.

"Yes?" he replies, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering attention.

"Am… am I pretty?" you ask, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What?" Qui-Gon's brow furrows in confusion. "Of course, you are," he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You are beautiful, both inside and out."

Tears fell at the corners of your eyes as Qui-Gon's words wash over you, colliding with some of the negative feelings of your own body's image in your mind. The alcohol had gotten the best of your emotions.

"Then why… why don't boys like me?" you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "I mean, I try to be nice and friendly but no body seems to look at me. Like I train, and I train, and I train but I am still soft and nervous around people. I feel like this is a never ending cycle of disappointment. I'm too ugly for my own good."

You end your rant with a heavy heart and a long silent pause. You slowly lift your head from where it is on your pillow to see if Qui-Gon left. Instead, his gaze meets yours with a flicker of angry passing through his eyes.

"They are complete fools," he said passionately. "They fail to see you for your truest form. You tower over them in intellection, and float by them with elegance and grace."

"But Qui-" you sit up and raise your hand to stop him but he continues.

"No, you should never feel less than because these dumb boys don't see what I see in you."

For the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you are worthy of love.

"I'm sorry for getting so worked up. Its time to rest now," he says, settling in next to you in bed, sat up, and rubbing your back soothingly over the covers.

You welcome the feeling of his hands and of his warmth radiating over the entire bed.

"Thank you," you whisper to him as you drift of to sleep.

Of course, starlight. I want you to feel loved. I will always be here for you.

[sturnsreader]

scars

TW: self harm

!! requested by @sturns-posts !!

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“y/n?” you heard your boyfriend, matt, call from upstairs. you sighed and made your way up stairs to find matt on his laptop. you walked around the corner and smiled walking up to him.

“yes matty?” you asked cheerfully.

“are you okay?” he asked sounding concerned.

“yeah, why?” you asked confused at by the sudden worry.

“well, im just worried about you.” he sighed. you noticed that he kept looking back down to his computer screen to making glances at your arms.

“you would tell me if you weren't, right?” he asked.

you gulped wondering what he knew.

“yes, baby, please dont worry about it.” you nodded quickly before turning back to go downstairs.

he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his arms playing with your hair.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again repeating himself. you nodded into his chest before he pulled you back leading you into his room. he didn’t say a word, just sat you on his bed and opened up the screen. on the left hand side of the screen was a recent picture of you in mcdonalds that a camera man had taken, on the right hand side was the same photo just zoomed into your wrist. your scars visible for the world to see. you read the headline over and over in your head sighing.

'HAS TWITTER TROLLS PUSHED MATTHEW STURNIOLO’S GIRLFRIEND OVER THE EDGE?'

“what is this? you told me you stopped a while ago and if you felt like that you were going to tell me. did i do something wrong?” he asked pointing to your wrist on the screen with teary eyes. you couldn't speak, your whole throat had closed up.

he noticed and pulled you onto his lap staring into your stinging eyes.

“i love you so much and i want nothing but for you to be the happiest girl ever. i let anyone hurt you. whether they're old or new, i don't care because i'm here for you now and i always will be." he smiled before kissing your forehead softly. a tear escaped your eye making you smile.

“we don't have to talk about this now, whenever you're ready.” he smiled resting your head onto his chest as he wiped the tears off.

| 2 hours later |

“hey, i know you wanted to go to the cabin back in massachusetts, so were going with nick and chris tomorrow morning!” he said with a smile while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“baby, you didn’t have to”

“shh, i wanted to.” he said as he hugged you around the waist.

you waited at least 10 seconds before letting go. matt’s hugs were the most comforting thing ever. “can you help me pack, please.”

matt shook his head up and down with a big smirk while grabbing your hand and walking downstairs to the bedroom.

“oh, how long are we staying.”

“since were with nick and chris we are staying for a week and a half, but soon we can go alone.”

he was digging through the closet trying to find a bag big enough before you made him stop.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more, my love” you could tell he meant it. “we are going down to nick and chris’s house tomorrow morning at 4 am. i know its early but i want to get there earlier, if its okay with you.” he said right after he found a perfect suitcase to fit all your stuff.

| two days later |

“hey babe i was scrolling through things to do here and there is a tattoo parlor like five minutes away from us can we PLEASE get tattoos together!” nick said excitedly.

“shut up you have been rambling about tattoos the whole time we-“ chris said as you cut him off.

“nick i would LOVE to get a tattoo with you and i know exactly what i want. follow me!” you said as you go to find matt in the store.

“im getting a tattoo with nick and i just want you to draw stars around my scars.” you say while going through your purse to find a pen.

matt looks at you in awe as he takes the marker and draws the cutest stars ever. you start to tear up. you look up at him as he concentrates on drawing them all.

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not my best work but i tried 🥲🥲

i hope you enjoyed and if you have anything you need to talk about message me! i love you guys sm🩷.

[obsessedlovers]

seeking for stars

(a tale of stars and sorrow part 1)

Qui-Gon Jinn x female oc

- smut / +18

- bondage

- age gap

// "Feel, dont think.", I gasp, not able to do anything more than melt under him, his motions, his presence. //

"Master", i say, greeting the tall, calm man entering the archive. It's a quiet afternoon, my shift gets finally close to its end. The jedi slowly passes the endless rows of shelves, holding every memory of the universe.

His deep measured voice draws me in his direction. "I want to speak to your master Jocasta Nu." Just for a second, i blink, feeling overwhelmed by his capturing aura. "The master is on a mission, may i offer my help instead?"

The Jedi Temple Library is one of the most important places of research and knowledge in Coruscant and the whloe core worlds, often sought out by members of the Jedi Council. But only the masters work on these requests. I am part of the educational jedi service corps. But i was a jedi initiate, a poor one for sure.

Qui-Gon looks down on me, not unfriendy, rather inquiring. He is tall, way taller than me. His blue eyes fix me with a piercing gaze. "What's your name, apprentice?" "Riaye Chas, master."

"Riaye, show me where the holograms of the great hyperspace war are located." I nod, leading the older man through the library aisles. The archive rooms are vast and extensive, although i am learning for years now to be an archivist in the corps, i still get lost.

I feel a bit uncomfortable as the jedi master follows me, as if i could feel his glimpses burning on me. He is so close, his robe lightly touches me. As we finally come to the right corridor, i sense his intense feelings and determance.

Just as I'm about to show him the holograms, Qui-Gon steps towards me. I am pushed against the shelves. "Master-", I start off suprised. His long hair falls against my neck, even through his thick robe I can feel his muscles keeping me in place.

But its more than this. I can feel him slightly using the force, using it to stop me from moving, building a protective, sound-insulating field around us and the corridor.

My breathing speeds up. I look up into his eyes. "You're not good at hiding your feelings." He's so close that his beard softly brushes me. My heart races. "Do you want me to touch you?" I nod, too fast. He chuckles, already running his fingers under my robe, untying the laces.

Qui-Gon steps back, looking at my naked body. Than he lifts his hand, and suddenly the laces of my robe start lifting up from the ground, winding and tying one of my arms to my thigh, one behind my back.

Standing on one leg, feeling the tense grip of the strings slowly wraping around my breasts, exposing them to him. I feel my pussy clenching, waiting for him to fill her. Qui-Gon comes closer, glazing at his work, running his fingers over my tied up body.

He bends down, his lips kissing my skin, the strings cutting in it.

My legs started trembling. He forces himself into me, pushing into my throbbing parts. I cannot help but moan. My voice encourages him, he starts moving in me, slowly first but than harder. "You're so big master."

I am hardly standing, he holds me in position while pushing into me. His robe falls loosely from his shoulders, but he has barely taken off his clothes. I feel even more exposed.

Qui-Gon loosens the ties, the strings fall on the ground within one motion. My body trembles from the tension. The jedi master turns me, his hands on my hips. He takes me from behind, fucking me relentlessly.

I cannot hold on myself, his moans are so dark yet so soft. I tremble into one orgasm after another. I feel Qui-Gon using the force, pushing my buttons, pressing softly against the most sensitive spots as he thrusts into me.

I look into the corridors, fearing someone could stumble into this scene, into me, being fucked by a member of the Jedi Council. He seems to notice my fears as he utters his direction, aiming directly for my weak spot.

"Feel, dont think.", I gasp, not able to do anything more than melt under him, his motions, his presence.

I practicaly sink down, allowing him to pound even deeper into me. I can feel that he's close now, his aura flickers around him, stretching out until it nearly burns me. I am force sensitive, but I never really got to use it. Now, as Qui-Gon is so close, i feel the force soaking me, infusing me. I feel powerless and more powerfull than ever at the same time.

Qui-Gon increases his pace, his moans get restless, nearly desperate. I merely manage to take it, feeling overwhelmed by coming over and over again. The force reacts to him, it reaches out to me, my body, nearly burns me.

I clench around him, I feel his cock pulsating as his cum fills my pussy. My legs shake as its warmth runs down my legs. I look at him, unsure what to do.

[dreaminghour]

Fandom: Down with Love (2003), The A-Team (2010)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Catcher Block/John "Hannibal" Smith

Characters: Catcher Block, John "Hannibal" Smith

Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Slightly Out of Character because author has not seen The A-Team (2010), Size Difference, Crack Crossover, Podfic Welcome, Ficlet

"I'm so sorry, darling. The darnedest thing," Catcher said. "I was just on my way out the door to meet you when this big Irish Wolfhound forced his way in, pushed me back inside and began nuzzling me."

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[liam-neesons-best-girl]

I'd never miss a lecture.

In my feels, so there may or may not be a professor!qui-gon fic in the works

Master Jinn's Lightsaber Tech 101

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Journaling {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

Summary: Qui-Gon finds your journal and decides to make all of your wishes come true.

Warnings: f!reader, drabble, invasion of privacy (reading a diary), smutty, 18+ mdni, NSFW

As a way to cope with stress and to organize your mind your oh so loving boyfriend, Qui-Gon, suggested journaling and it has become an everyday occurrence for you. Writing about the little things that make your day or the things that frustrate you. Writing out everything in your mind helps you release any pent up aggression that could cloud your ability to think properly.

One day when you are journaling, you decide to break up the day with a long shower. Unbeknownst to you, Qui-Gon enters your room after you have slipped into the ensuite of your quarters.

He saunters in comfortably, knowing the room like the back of his hand because of the many nights he has spent with you in his arms. He is surprised to find your journal left open on the page you just finished before going to shower with the ink still drying.

HIs curiosity was raised to see what his pretty little girlfriend was feeling today, getting a glimpse into life through your perspective.

The entry began as such:

Today I walked around the gardens and took note of each flower type. I plan on pressing them for my floriculture class and making botanical drawings in my sketchbook. I hope Qui-Gon picks some of the blue hydrangeas for me, they are my favorites.

How sweet, he thought smiling to himself, making a mental note to gather the flowers tomorrow morning. As he skimmed further down the page he saw your thoughts had drifted to something far different from flowers and your usual innocent self.

He found himself re-reading the same passage:

Qui-Gon is such a loving boyfriend. I am so lucky to have someone so gentle and sensitive to bare my soul too. I enjoy making love with him soft and slow but there are times I wish he would throw me onto the bed and have his way with me. Still be my darling boy who would never hurt me, but use his powerful frame to dominate me and use the filthiest language.

Even so, I could never tell him, I'm too embarrassed. What if he thinks I'm a freak? Would he never want me again?

Qui-Gon can't help but feel the need to adjust his trousers after reading your words. He couldn't fathom your feelings of shame, he never wants you too feel guilty for wanting him.

He scrambled when he heard the water turn off in the bathroom, deciding to place the journal back on the bed and act as though he just arrived.

You walked out of the bathroom, steam flooding out from the doorway, in just a bra and panty set. The black lace exciting Qui-Gon even more, like you knew he would come over that day.

"Hiiii, handsome," you greet, slinging your arms over his shoulders. He hugs you back, cupping your ass and kissing your neck, not like his typical tender greeting.

You squeal, a jolt of excitement rushing through you. "Qui-Gon, are you feeling alright?" you say, pulling away to search his face for any sign of concern. All you saw was lust in his eyes.

"I need you, starlight," He says groping you further. "Let me take what is mine."

You whimper out an 'okay' because you think that if you speak too loud you may wake up from this dream.

Qui-Gon starts making out with you and directs you over towards the windows over looking the courtyard of the Jedi temples. Below are few people, none of which are actively looking up to see you.

He pulls away from the kiss and flips you so your ass is flush against his pulsing cock, breasts smushed to the window for any on-looker to see.

"Qui, what if someone sees," you say, fearful of any reprimand may come from the council members.

"Let them. They will know you are mine for the taking, and mine alone." he growls, making you more wet by the second. He knew if you really didn't like this you would have asked him to stop. The thrill of being caught egged him on to continue.

He forcefully yanks his trousers down to his mid-thigh, too caught up in the moment to fully remove them and reaches down to move your panties to the side to gain entrance into your dripping pussy before slamming into you.

"I know you like this, my star, just begging to be fucked, coming out of the shower all warm and inviting," he rants into your ear to elicit the most toe-curling moans from you.

He fucks like an animal in heat, grunting, panting and marking you as his own, love bites splattered over your neck and shoulders.

You both come down from your highs sweaty and chests heaving when he turns you to face him again and you recognize your sweet baby boy.

"I don't know what came over me, my love, was it alright for you?"

"Yes, Qui, I needed that too," you say as you caress his face with a reassuring smile. "Now, come cuddle with me?"

Without a word, he guide you over to the bed and lift the sheets for you to get in first. He sheds his remaining clothes and spoons you, feeling proud of his ability to make you feel so loved and understood by your partner.

Little does he know that Obi-Wan thinks he saw you and his master through the window in a compromising position. He can't rid of the thought of your plush breasts against the glass, jiggling with each thrust, on display like his own little dirty show. He'll have to meditate over these new found feelings.

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the summer i wrote | one

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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You loved Dahlia's beach. It always smelled salty with a hint of expensive barbeque if you were in the city. But near the countryside there was the sweet smell of honeysuckle. That's where you would rather be, where the tall grass met the sandy dunes. The sounds of hooves on pavement and bustle around the farmers market on a hot weekend afternoon.

This summer was no different. Your stomach churned, rumbling in excitement as you neared the beach house. It was huge. Five bedrooms with enough bathrooms. Too many patios surrounding it. Turquoise colored pool with a small waterfall. The house was a blueish gray color with white accents. Calm and minimalistic, much unlike the other grand colorful houses on the street. It sat like a diamond around other stones in a non normal way. The most priceless of them all. Placed directly in front of the beach but not close enough to tourist spots so it was always quiet. It was always such an amazing way to spend the three months in between school. You looked forward to it every year.

But that wasn't all you looked forward to.

Your mom honked as you guys entered the driveway. A wide smile plastered on her face. Your mom seemed to love this place more than she loved you, even if she denied it when you asked. You knew the truth. Summers at the beach house were the only time she got to see her best friend, Camryn.

"Hey!" A voice squealed from the porch. You shuffled out of the car, legs aching after a long 5 hours. As you stretched you were met with Cam, arms spread jumping for joy. Practically knocking you over. They were best friends from high school. Going to college together and even sharing a dorm room. With how they acted every time they met, you were convinced they had separation anxiety. They didn't get to see each other throughout the year. Other than here of course. For they lived states apart, Dahlia's being a quiet beach town that was located in the middle.

Camryn engulfed you in a bear hug first, gushing about how pretty you are. Making you do a spin in your dress. Once she pulled away she did the same to your mom whose high pitched voice could be heard from the beach. As they talked about how ‘different’ each other looked. You watched as they walked inside hand in hand when your eyes met his.

Milo.

He radiantly smiled as he trotted over to you. The classic hands in pockets, ruffled hair, and expensive glasses. It was like he had a glow up every year whether it was him dressing better or maybe getting a bit taller.

"Hi" He cooed embracing you in a tight hug. The smell of his overpriced cologne filled your nose. It reminded you of sugary trees and cool waves. Much like the beach house. He was another reason you loved the beach house so much. Without him you were stuck with two middle aged ladies whose celebrity crush was Liam Neeson and only watched tv shows made by Shonda Rhimes. He was fun. He never made you feel left out or alone. He was everything any girl could wish for. Tall, smart, rich, and incredibly good eye candy.

"Hello, Milo." You smiled as he let you go.

He ran a hand threw his hair looking down at you. Eyes trailing down your body strangely. His expression was unrecognizable. Your face heated up turning your head to avoid his gaze. He touched the bottom of your dress. Yanking the fabric gently.

"This is a little short isn't it?" He questioned eyes meeting yours. Lips curled up in a sly smile. Rolling your eyes you scoffed slapping his hand away. He acted like a big brother sometimes. Especially with your clothes. Every summer complaining about how short your shorts were or how revealing your bathing suit was.

"Oh shut up you do this every-" The sight of someone else on the porch caught your eye. "Who's that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

Milo turned around and nodded in acknowledgement as the boy made his way down the stairs. Bleached blond hair slightly overgrown and wide smile on display as he made his way towards you two.

"Y/N this is Ross, Ross Y/N. He's staying the summer with us this year." Ross reached his hand out to you. Clad in silver rings that looked a bit out of your price range. Does Milo have any Middle Class friends? It was unusual. No one ever came to the beach house from back home. It was like a unsaid rule between everyone. Written in big red letters 'No Strangers'. The dads didn't even bother coming even though Milo's paid for it.

"Nice to meet you." He looked you up and down a tongue swiping over his lips. "Milo didn't tell me how pretty you are."

"Dude!" Milo exclaimed punching his shoulder rolling his eyes.

"Thank you." You beamed softening your voice. Milo scoffed walking towards the trunk slightly bumping into Ross. But he didn't seem to mind, hazel eyes still trained on you.

"So where are you fr-" Ross was cut off by a slightly pissed off Milo. "Are you guys serious? C'mon Ross help me with these bags." Ross walked away backwards eyes still focused on you with that addicting smile of his.

"See you inside?" He whispered loud enough for you to hear him.

You didn't respond. Only nodding as you strolled inside.

a/n: soooo what do you guys think? im still trying to figure out this tumblr writing stuff im so used to just reading ive never written and posted anything on here lololol. pls be patient with me! a few tips and tricks would be greatly appreciated!!

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[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐞🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.1k

genres: established friendship

warnings: voluntary usage of sir, desperation, gentle!dom!matt, slight blasphemy, biting, slight choking.

notes from bambi: no use of y/n, poc friendly, first work, please enjoy!

pt. two here, pt. three here

“MATT CAN YOU COME HERE?”

“WHAT.”

“JUST GET IN HERE!”

“Do I have to?”

“YES UGH.”

Matt opened the door to his bedroom. “What do you want, kid.”

You lay curled up on his bed, wearing an oversized tee and faded blue underwear hidden underneath his plaid bed covers, staring intently at your phone screen. “I've been trying to figure this out for a solid twenty minutes and I need your help.”

“What's up?” He settled on the bed next to you, slinging an arm behind his head.

“So I’m reading this smut thing right.”

“...Sure, why not,” Matt said, tossing his hand up in exasperation at the apparent lack of anything sacred.

You grinned, enjoying his moment of discomfort. You normally went to him for sex advice, especially after a rather awkward encounter last summer left no room for privacy in your friendship, and it served to make the two of you closer in almost every way. Shaking the memory away, you dial back in. “I don't understand the position they're in right now.”

“Hate when that happens. Lemme see?”

You handed the phone over, picking at a nail in the absence of mental stimulation. Looking around his room, you sighed, feeling at home in the familiar space. His wall decor, all woodsy-themed, the handful of Liam Neeson photos still clinging to the wall, and a new addition from you and Chris’s combined efforts to make a Lego brown bear figure - it turned out pretty good, and Chris loved it so much he dedicated a whole Instagram post to ‘Scruffy the Bear’. 

“What the fuck…” Matt muttered, and you turned back towards him. 

“Mm?”

“This makes no sense. How are her ankles-”

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT. WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?”

“I'm invested now. Come here.” Matt leaned forward and patted the bed space in front of him, still staring, brow furrowed, at the offending device.

“Ouuu, what are you gonna do to me?” you snarked, languidly making your way across the checkered plaid.

“Shut up. Okay so she…no. They started out… facing each other? Why?”

“No idea,” you replied, sitting criss-cross in front of Matt, nudging his outstretched legs to the same position. He leaned forward, elbow on his knee, still reading. “ It says, ‘Her ankles crossed in an x behind him, and he…’ Okay, so like…”

Matt pulled his knees up, separating his legs. “Come here, I think she's sitting right in front of him, and her legs are wrapped around his, like, middle.”

“Sure,” you said, getting into position, “But where are his legs?”

“I'm assuming they're under hers? Beside hers??” Matt said, annoyed at the dismal lack of description. “But how would I know?”

He slid his legs underneath yours, his hands going behind his back to hold your calves. “I think she was closer…” He murmurs, his voice lowering the closer your bodies became. “Something like that.”

Your legs wrapped fully around Matt’s torso, knees pressed against his sides to keep you from falling back into the bed. You felt the heels of his feet press gently against the soft panty fabric covering your ass, and realized you were staring down at his stomach. You looked up to see his pale blue eyes fixated on you. 

“Hi.” Breathy.

“Hi.” Breathless.

“I think I’m gonna-”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, moving his hands from your calves to wrap them around your back, acting as support for your disrupted center of gravity. The phone lay forgotten on the bed. 

Noticing, you cleared your throat and picked it up dipping your head back towards his stomach to scroll to the next scene. “So once they're here…it seems like they just go into it?”

“No way,” Matt said, leaning forward and pressing his forehead gently against yours. “That's mad uncomfortable.” He smelled like mountain air and freshly-cut pinewood. Quit smelling him, you freakazoid.

“Well I’m sure that doesn't matter if you're horny.”

Matt tilted his head and nodded. “True. There's just. So many other positions. That aren't nearly as complicated.”

“I don't know…I kinda like this one,” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

“Hm?”

“What?”

“What'd you say?” Matt asked, pulling away to look at you again. A smile threatened to creep onto his lips. Quit looking at his lips.

“Nothing, what was the next thing…” you said, turning your attention to the phone once more. 

One of his hands left your back, the other tensing against your skin. Matt brought his free hand up toward you, a calloused knuckle underneath your chin and his thumb right below your bottom lip. You looked up slowly, guided by his gentle fingers. “What did you say, hun?”

That smile had fully formed now. You couldn't help but return one of your own. “I didn't say anything.” You put the phone down, letting your hands make contact with his chest. Moving up his body, towards his collarbones, snaking around to meet behind his neck, slipping through the soft curls at the base of his hairline. His thighs, pressed against the outside of your own, began to tremble ever so slightly.

“I heard something,” he insisted, making a gargantuan effort to drag his gaze upwards from your lips. Matt's thumb lifted from your chin to pull on your bottom lip, puffing it out and opening your mouth in the process. “Come on, I know you remember,” he breathed, his voice low and steady. Your heart thumped in your chest - how long had that been going on?

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open in strict obedience to his fingertips, brows tilted upwards, assuming an expression of innocence. “Sorry, Matty…I forgot.”

It now stands to mention that his pelvis had been pressed against yours this entire time, and at this moment, a hardness seemed to grow in what little space remained between your sex and his. A shiver buzzed up your spine, and the hand on your back flexed in response, tightening its now-possessive grip on your body. Matt let out a shaky breath. “Forgetting…that’s not good, is it?”

“No sir.”

His hard-on seemed to leap to attention. Matt’s eyes stayed locked on yours, almost as if they were searching for something.

“What is it?” you asked softly.

He blinked a few times, shaking his head, gaze still fixed. Tearing his eyes away, Matt leaned toward your shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. His hand fell away from your chin to hang in the space between you.

“Gonna…Tryin’ not to…do somethin’... might regret.” Matt's words were poorly enunciated, almost as if he was preoccupied. His cock throbbed against your panties, blood pulsing hard enough to pound through the thickness of his sweatpants. 

Looking down, you realized his neck lay open…exposed. As if in a trance, you dipped your head, lips making contact with his soft skin.

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COMING SOON WIP⚠️

Planning to write for Cooper Howard because he’s my current hyperfixation whom I cannot for the life of me get out of my head and need to write for him or I won’t ever be able to write for any other characters I love or have WIPs for. So this came to me inspired by the 2009 movie Chloe starring Amanda Seyfried, Julianne Moore, and Liam Neeson and the Manhwa “The Emporer Is Hard To Please” By Jeongha but of course it’s my own spin on these tales. This is going to be filled with angsty drama, tension, lots of pearl-clutching smut, and twists. P*rn with heavy plot. Barb is just as much a character in this because she’s a fucking babe.

This is only a draft but here’s what I have in store so far!! Lemme know what yall think 😬

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Mr. Howard’s So Damn Hard To Tease (MDNI+18)

Pre-War!Cooper Howard x Virgin!Fem!Reader, One-Sided Barb Howard x Fem!Reader

Summary: Barb Howard hires you to seduce her estranged husband, Cooper Howard, because —despite their separation—she wants him to have that fire in him that he’s losing throughout the ugly divorce process. In exchange for any success with bringing him out of his funk, Barb promises you an acting gig; something you’ve fought tooth and nail to obtain. Unfortunately…Cooper proves to be a lot harder to tempt than you could have ever imagined.

Warnings below the cut ⚠️

Tags/TW: Age Gap (Older Man, Younger Woman), Acting Teacher x Student, Sugar Daddy!Cooper, Sugar Mama!Barb, HEAVY SMUT, HEAVY ANGST, Dark!Yandere!Reader, Bondage/Toys, Daddy Kink, Innocence/Corruption Kink, Sub!Reader/SoftDom!Cooper, Loss Of Virginity (Bloody), Spit Kink, Degradation Kink, Mentions of Erectile Dysfunction due to declining mental health, mental Dacryphilia, Scratching, Biting, Hair-Pulling, Stockings/Socks Kink, Choking, Wrist Watch Kink, Big Dick!Cooper, Unprotected sex (p in v), Anal play, Nipple Play, BDSM (Master Kink), Pet names (Bunny), Teasing!Mean!Reader, SoftCore-PS!Reader, Oral sex (m and f receiving), Creampie, Breeding Kink, Reader has tragic backstory, Mommy/Daddy Issues, One-sided feelings (Barb x Reader), kissing including (girl on girl), Public Sex, Spanking, Fingering, doggystyle, mating press, full nelson, missionary, cooper is a freaakk, voyuerism/cucking (Barb sees a vid of a steamy sesh with you and Coop), masturbation (m and f), no good people in here except for maybe Cooper, Some Violent Situations, Fallout Lore-Divergent but with some elements of Lore and much more!

[thesassypadawan]

Training Day (Qui-Gon x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: Training Day, that special time of the week when you and your master work your body…mold it…teach it to take his colossal cock.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Size training and…Qui-Gon’s fat dick. Padawan reader is of age.

- “Remember. Concentrate on the moment. Feel. Don’t think,” Qui-Gon mutters. One big hand lovingly tucking your braid behind your ear. The other gripping your waist possessively.

- “Yes, master,” you whimper. Beads of sweat trickling down your neck, your back. Straddling his wide lap, fat tip wedged tightly in your sopping cunt.

- A warm smile spreads across his face, blue eyes hungrily sweeping over your trembling form. “Good. Shall we continue your ‘training’ then, padawan of mine?”

- Nodding, you take in a shaky breath as you slowly start to sink down on his cock. Soft, desperate mewls falling from your lips; tears already stinging at the corners of your eyes. Despite only having taken half of him. “It-it’s too m-much… I-I can’t…”

- Long fingers rub soothing circles into your sides. Trying to relax you, coax you on. “You can… Doing so well… Keep it up…”

- With a weak sob, you continue. Gummy walls clenching, fluttering from the feeling of his impressive length scraping your insides…of him splitting you open. “M-Master…”

- “Almost there,” Qui coos. His words gentle and caring, but his actions… Hips buck upwards, forcing those last, girthy inches into you. Burying himself to the hilt, filling you to the absolute brim. “Per…fect.”

- Tipping your head back, you cry out. Pussy spasming; struggling to adjust to that burning ache, to being stretched beyond your limits. Tears now flow freely; rolling down your cheeks, onto your heaving breasts. “B-big…h-hurts.”

- “Ssh, it’s all right.” Lips press against yours, in the crook of your neck. Trailing to your jaw, kissing tenderly while he slowly ruts. Pulling out, then driving deeper with each thrust. “You’ll come to love it soon enough.”

- Placing his other hand on your waist, Qui-Gon quickens his pace. Guiding your movements, molding you…breaking you in. And all you can manage to do is hold on, nails scratching at his toned back…babbling incoherently.

- “Such a good girl,” he grunts. Slamming into you brutally; bullying and bruising your cervix repeatedly. Teeth nipping, marking up your sensitive skin. “So small…so tiny.”

- You’re so close, so embarrassingly close. The delicious mix of pain and pleasure has you reeling, your mind growing hazy. Begging for… “Nnghh! P-please just…please j-just make me…c-cum!”

- “Anything for you, little one.” His fingers find your clit, toying with and rolling it. Pinching so hard that your vision goes white, whole body tensing around him. Juices gushing out, coating him in your sticky mess. As you come completely and utterly undone.

- “Excellent,” Qui praises, whispering affectionately in your ear. “You did such a wonderful job. Now…”

- Before you know what’s happening, you’re suddenly pushed back onto the sleep couch. Your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, his hand caressing the bulge protruding from your stomach. “…let’s try learning another ‘form’.”

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[liam-neesons-best-girl]

nsfw, f!reader, 18+, smutty drabble

So everything about this photo is scrumptious, but specifically that little mole above his waistband dangerously close to his nether regions

This feels like an impromptu photoshoot where you said you wanted to capture his effortlessness

Upon seeing the photo you would scrap the session after a couple of shots and go over to leave wet open mouth kisses on his mole to remind him of the love you have for his beauty marks, scars, or stretch marks

The placement of his arms over his chest is giving shy and subby vibes

The chain (which is assumed to be a rosary) is quite long, and it would definitely hang off of his neck and dangle over your breasts as he fucks you

The little pudge at his hips would be the perfect place to grip when he reaching climax as you squeeze it out of him

LIAM NEESON (1994) BY RICHARD AVEDON

[chaosandorder46]

Master fic list

I decided it was time to make a master list. 🤷‍♀️

Witcher

Tissaia/Yennefer centric

1. I’m OK, You’re OK (6108 words; uni AU)- Tissaia's anxiety is not under control. Yennefer totally gets it, and Triss is a therapist, because of course, she is.

2. And Then There Were Three (26,290 words; domestic fluff)-Tissaia and Yennefer are happily married, and want a child to complete their family. The process won't be easy, but they have each other and their ride or die friend group. Some fluff, some angst, and shenanigans arise on their journey.

3. Self Control (1,149 words; fluff and smut)- Dr. Tissaia de Vries has legendary self control. Unless Yennefer of Vengerberg is in the room.

4. Come to my Office, Please (3,123 words; Eventual smut)-A private message gets sent to the entire group and puts a series of events into action.

5. Stars Fell on Aretuza (1,210 words; hurt/comfort)-It's the first Ascension Ball since the Thanedd Coup, and the first in decades not coordinated by Tissaia de Vries.

6. You Mistake the Stars (31,647 words; whump)- Yennefer saw Vilgefortz as a way to get off of the pig farm, but ended up in a worse situation. When she casts an errant portal and ends up on the Isle of Thanedd, she meets a cast of characters that will change her life.

7. Such a Good Turkey (2,606 words, crack fic)- It's close to Thanksiving on The Continent and no one has any chill.

8. I Might Love You More than Coffee (46,484 words; fluff)- Yennefer is intrigued by a mysterious new regular at her coffee shop, The Lodge. I'm no barista, so I'm relying on my extensive coffee consumption experience for the details on this one.

9. Le Tits Now! (3,939 words; crack fic)-It's the holiday season and everyone is in various states of festiveness. Shenanigans to follow...

10. And I Swear My Breath Turned Silver the Day Your Hair Did (4,942 words; angst with a happy ending)-I've never really written a real fix it for the Thanedd Coup before. I pretty much just ignore it by writing modern AUs or insinuate that everything turned out ok.

This is a somewhat canon compliant (until it's not) fix it for the Thanedd Coup fall out. I've had it in progress for a while and seem to be having trouble working on my other fic until this one is done.

11. What’s Lost is not Lost…Keep Looking! (1,380 words; crack fic)-Ciri's beloved stuffy is missing. Tissaia and Yen are ready to go all Liam Neeson from Taken, but the answer may be closer than they think.

12. Now the Air I Tasted and Breathed (Has Taken a Turn) (WIP; angst with a happy ending)-Ok, so....remember the musical episode of Grey's Anatomy (Song beneath the song)? Um...this is the Witcher version of that. Kind of, though (in my imagination) the characters aren't singing, it's just a montage of scenes with the song playing. If you aren't familiar with Black by Pearl Jam, listening is a good pre-reading activity. :)

13. How did we get THIS way? (3,933 words; crack treated seriously) - An alternate version of Rinde if Tissaia had shown up a bit later. OR...Tissaia de Vries accidentally crashes an orgy.

14. Nothing Sweeter Than a Bitter Cup of Coffee (13,681 words; light angst and crack)-More coffee shop shenanigans ensue when Rita shares some news with Tissaia.

15. More Indelible than Ink (WIP, fluff)- Tissaia is the proprietor of deVries Ink and Paper Shop and leads a very quiet, normal life...that is until a stunning raven-haired tattoo artist walks into her store.

Sabrina/Triss centric

1. The Kids are Alright (5,399 words; mutual pining)-Sabrina breaks her arm badly teaching novices non-magical self defense. Rita and Triss help her and Triss uses her chaos. The healer becomes the patient and Rita is sick of their shit.

2. Downtime (1,034 words, PWP?)- Sabrina's office has a network downtime and she needs something (or someone) to do.

3. What We Lost at Sodden (8,858 words; hurt/comfort)- This is another Sodden Hill story with a focus on Sabrina and Rita's experiences. I feel like Sabrina was too OK, too soon after Sodden, and I would love to have seen more of Rita's experience being charged with holding down the fort, knowing her friends were fighting for, and losing their lives.

4. The Things I Regret (2,036 words; hurt/comfort)- Written on the the one year anniversary of my mom's death. We had a very complicated relationship and I've been surprised at how I've felt since she died, vs. how I thought I would feel. I also had lunch recently with a friend who has gone no-contact with her mother due to her refusal to acknowledge her childhood trauma. These human experiences are always so interesting to me...if a bit painful. So, why not write about it? 😁

So, once again poor Sabrina gets to be a stand in for therapy. I mainly chose her because of her conduit moment, we know she has some issues there. 😁

5. Put Out the Fire in Your Head and Lay With Me Tonight (2,226 words; fluff and smut)-Sabrina is exhausted and stressed. Triss helps her relax. This is all fluff with a little bit of smut and nearly no plot. Just like I like to write. 😈😍

6. Burnout (10,501 words; hurt/comfort)-Sabrina is burnt out and coping as only Sabrina can, which is to say, not at all.

7. Aretuza (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair) (1,465 words; tooth rotting fluff)- This is a snapshot of an Aretuza where they all live happily ever after, even if the novices are a bit ...incapable.

8. The world was on fire (and no one could save me but you) (22,760 words; angst with a happy ending)-IMO, this is the angstiest thing I've written, so be warned. None of the major characters die (I could never) but there is some death.

9. The 14th on the Hill (8,985 words; angst with a happy ending)-Another spin on Sodden, but this one pulls from book lore as well as Netflix lore and HCs.

Group shenanigans

1. Icks (1,116 words; crack fic)-Tissaia learns a new term. Everyone shares an ick in their relationship.

2. Triss’s Greenhouse (429 words; crack fic) -Tissaia needs to relax and Triss has something for that.

3. Beige Flags (770 words; crack fic)-Tissaia is slowly learning tik tok. She needs an explanation of beige flags.

4. Another Fic Where Triss is Stoned, but with Pokemon (965 words; crack fic)- This is a crack fic, but based on a real life conversation. No need to take this seriously. :) This is based on a video game called pal world That is essentially a rip off of pokémon... And they have guns.

5. Hanging Around (5,593 words, crack treated seriously)- Ok. I was inadvertently sent on a side quest to tell an important, and very serious story. It is based on the delightful video below which gave me several much needed laughs. This is set in the AUMC universe where Tissaia is a pathologist, Yennefer and Rita work in the hospitals PR department, Triss is a nurse and married to Sabrina, who manages the lab. The slides in question are stained blood and bone marrow which are used to microscopically diagnose blood disorders, such as leukemia. I think that is all the pre-reading needed.🤭

6. After Sodden (29,044 words; modern AU; slow burn?)- Ciri is an environmental activist, but accidentally commits a bit of eco-terrorism. She's now a fugitive and turns to Yennefer for help.This was inspired by a Tumblr prompt...I have taken a LOT of creative liberties here. (Read: I don't follow instructions well).

Wheel of Time

• I (Critically) Care A Lot (7,677 words; Hospital AU)- Moraine and Siuan have a tense working relationship. Or do they?

• You’re Going to Make Me…Late (8,493 words; hospital AU)-Siuan applies for a new job.

• I’d walk to the depths of a world down below (and demand to get back what some circumstance stole) (1,867 words; crack)-Siuan is dead, like...dead dead. And Moiraine has to go to The Underworld to get her back.

[spaceventurer]

Hungry - Qui-Gon Jinn steamy blurb.

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn x padawan!Reader

Summary: You wake up and walk in to Qui-Gon making breakfast for you, if only you'd realise what you're wearing...

Content/Warnings: Fluff and suggestive content. 18+.

Words: 262

Requested: No

While stretching out your arms above your head, you let out a deep sigh. You rub your eyes and walk out of your room.

“Good morning. I made some breakfast if you’re hungry?” Qui-Gon says with a pan containing scrambled eggs in his right hand and a brown spatula in the other. You smile thankfully at him and he puts the eggs on a sandwich which he then puts on a plate. He hands the meal over to you and his fingers brush lightly over yours, which causes you to have a fizzy feeling.

“Thanks Qui-Gon,” you say while grabbing a fork to eat. You lean on the counter and begin a small talk with your master. Just about the usual stuff, you know, the past missions and the upcoming ones.The conversation slowly starts to die but then master Jinn says,

“Darling, I think you should know you look amazing.” Qui-Gon smirks as he looks you up and down. And it’s at that moment you realise what you’re wearing, just his t-shirt with nothing underneath it. A cold shiver makes its way up to your body at his interested eyes that scan all over your body now, leaving no part unseen. Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks you almost choke on your food in embarrassment.

“Now don’t choke on that. However I do know something else you may choke on..” He licks his lips. Okay now you’re really- really hot. A small gasp leaves your mouth as he starts cupping your cheeks and looking from your eyes to your lips…

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

That smolder 😰🥵😻 I am malfunctioning

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

The Orange Peel Test with him . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would respond to the orange peel test with their partner.

ICYMI: The orange peel test is a trend circulating that poses the scenario for one partner to present the other with an orange and no context or instructions. If they peel it, their love is "for real" lol

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Bryan Mills x reader, Hannibal x reader

Warnings: f!reader, drabble, they all pass the test, light kissing

Bryan Mills (Taken)

he is always happy when you want to cook with him or vise versa

the orange in your hand doesn't really pair well with the lasagna he is making but he brushes it off, just focusing on the task at hand to not cut his fingers

you take off your shoes, coat, and purse, placing the orange on the counter with your belongs before you scoot off to the restroom to change out of your work clothes and get washed up to help prep dinner

he thinks for a minute and decides to stop his work and peel the orange for you, also getting you a glass of water and a small bowl of mixed nuts, the perfect post-work pre-dinner snack

he also sneaks some nuts for himself (he loves almonds)

when you return to the kitchen he smiles and starts asking about your day

you sit on the bar stool in front of him and notice the snack and water that wasn't there 5 minutes ago

"for me?" you question

"for you" he says with a slight grin, thinking nothing of it

you can't believe how lucky you are to have a man who doesn't need step by step instructions to be thoughtful or affectionate

"can you put down the knife" you ask, rounding the counter to be by his side

he does so and you give him the tightest hug

you stay like that for a while because he is never the one to pull back from a hug first

Hannibal (A-Team)

you meet up with him in his make shift barracks, which is really a tent on desert terrain but at least it is some privacy for the two of you, away from his team

he greets you with a hug and a cocked brow when he sees the picnic basket you've placed on his bed

"what did you pack?" he asks, placing the basket on his lap to make room for the two of you to sit and go through the contents of the basket

he pulls out some meaty sandwiches you made for him, since you aren't too big a fan of deli products, miscellaneous fruits including oranges, and two cans of sparkling water to quench the thirst

ever the show off he declares a challenge

"you know I can peel these in one piece" he says pointing to the orange you just picked up to eat

"I'll believe it when I see it" you egg him on

you know this is just a rouse for him to peel it for you and not get any juices on your pretty dress or have to lift a single finger when around your strong boyfriend

he also feels indebt to you for making him such a lovely, impromptu lunch date

you were impressed to see he wasn't just blowing smoke and was actually able to peel it in one piece

watching his skilled hands be so delicate to such a fragile fruit was relaxing, and (not going to lie) a bit of a turn on

he hands you back the orange ready to eat and you, so cheeky, squeeze one of the wedges at him to splash him with the citrus's juice

with a mouth full of his sandwich he retorts, "I'll get you back when you least expect it, doll"

Qui-Gon (Star Wars)

he found you under and orange tree reading your book of poetry, enjoying the chirping birds and soft wind dancing on your hair

laying down by your side you extended your legs, an open invitation for him to rest his head on your lap as you read aloud to him

after a short time your belly began to growl, alerting him to your hunger

You lean up and say, "I'll just grab a ripe orange"

but he stops you, gently laying you back down against the tree and reaches up to grab the juiciest looking one

"let me feed you, my love" he'll say, not only peeling the orange for you but then ripping a part the wedges to feed you piece by piece

he kisses you in between bites, tasting the sweet citrus on your tongue

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]