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jarofstyles · 6 months ago

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This can be read as a standalone I think, but! Here is a second part of Merlot! It's spicy and sweet so I hope you guys like it. Unsure if there will be any more parts (I’m open if you guys have more ideas!) but I do love a good dilfrry.

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Warnings- smut, age gap relationship, anal (for those who asked ur welcome!), unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom/sub elements

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Harry was by far the best man she had ever dated.

Their age gap was evident at times, but not in a bad way. It was rather cute when he had been confused about videos she sent or his own excitement to show her the movies or books he was referencing. The added element of their dynamic was learning from one another. Harry had been teaching her about publishing and helping her flesh out the first draft of her book while she sat in his office some days, helping him out in return by getting him coffee or lunch or an occasional shoulder massage when he got particularly stressed. An unofficial assistant of sorts.

“I feel like if I have to write the word ‘said’ one more time, my brain is going to explode.” She grumbled, pushing her laptop across the couch and leaning back on it. The leather seat in his office was by far the most comfortable one she had sat on and he happily invited her to come into the office to see him as often as she wanted. It was both practical and selfish on both ends.It was easier to work in a space like this and with the understanding that Harry really did have work he was doing, she focused on her own stuff. A quiet pair of people working in each other’s company.

Add in the fact that he was the boss man, it made it much easier for her to come and go as she pleased.

“Mm, sometimes authors get stuck with words in their novels. They’ll have phrases they repeat a few too many times, usually gets called out in editing and fixed. It’s not a bad thing. But with words that are action words like that, there are options. Y’know, depending on the scene and tone. Murmured, muttered, peeped, whispered, whined, moaned, huffed, grumbled. Those sorts of words.” He tapped his pen against the desk as he lifted his eyes to her.

It didn’t get old. Seeing her pretty face sitting in his office looking the way she did, much more comfortable than the night they’d first met, but still appropriate for an office setting.

Sometimes he did let his mind wander into the roleplay aspect, wondering if she had been his real assistant if he would have made a move. If Y/N was the Y/N he knew now? Probably. Scandalous.

Today she wore a pair of black flowy pants and a matching turtleneck, but on top she had a chunky knit cardigan that was utterly adorable. It had yellow moons and stars, a deep purple color with sleeves she had to push up so they didn’t hide her hands. His girl leaned into the office aesthetic when she came in so she didn’t stick out too much but with him or when they were at his place or out together, he loved seeing her dressed in her normal clothing. She looked soft, whimsical almost. Like a little fairy.

“Hm. Good point. I need to write down all the synonyms in my notes app and defer to that because if I’m getting tired of writing it, I know whoever ends up reading it will get tired of seeing it too.” Her lips puffed to blow a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun, brows furrowed as she failed and made her hand ready up to tuck it behind her ear instead.

Again, cute.

“Not necessarily.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. “We’re our own harshest critics. I doubt they’re paying that much attention to that. The majority of people will be paying attention to world building, character development, plot, sex scenes, all that fun stuff. The exact wording isn’t always the most important thing. But it shows that you care about quality.” He shot her a grin. “So you will be successful.”

“Mmm… and not because I’m fucking the publishing head?” She grinned as she stood up, stretching her arms out.

“Well. That helps.” He wouldn’t deny it. She had a leg up, but he wouldn’t publish just anything. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t publish shit work. It isn’t worth the reputation of my company. Your writing is genuinely good, my sweet.” He knew the drill by now. Her heeled boots were kicked off by the couch and she made her way over to him, the tiredness starting to hit her as she happily perched herself on his lap.

“Good to know.” She snorted before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. The facial hair had grown but he was shaping it currently. She promised she’d be okay with whatever he did to it but didn’t want anything to happen to the mustache. That wasn’t allowed to go. “What are you working on? Anything fun?”

“No, nothing incredibly interesting I’m afraid.” His hand squeezed her hip underneath the cardigan. “I was working on some contracts earlier but every so often I pick up some submissions and read through them myself. This one is very bland, unfortunately. There’s potential, absolutely. Their writing style is lovely, but the plot falls flat and the characters are one dimensional. S’like they chose a specific stereotype and did nothing to differentiate them.” It was unfortunate.” It was a shame he came across all too often.

“It’s obvious this person is trying but they’ve never observed or met someone with these traits. I don’t think you absolutely have to follow the rule ‘write what you know’, but I think a lot of the best works come from drawing from our own experiences. Romance, for them, doesn’t seem to be a passion. They’d do better with mystery with their writing style as it is, but they have to improve on other aspects first.”

“Is it hard for you to see stuff like that?” She asked curiously, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “I can tell you’re a little disappointed with it, so I have to wonder if it happens a lot.”

“It does. And it is hard when you see someone with potential not living up to it but I have faith that if we send them some constructive criticism notes that maybe they won’t see it as an attack but as a place of genuine care. I’m going to have someone meet with them I think, give them my notes and have them explain it in nicer terms than the plain ones I used. Maybe they can work on it again and add more and we’d have a best seller.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can see they care about it in the way they put details in, but it needs more.”

There was something incredibly attractive about listening to him talk about it. It was always attractive to see someone care and talk about their passions; but Harry was on another level. She could see it on his face that he was disappointed and knew the person could do better. While it made it all the more nerve wracking for her own novel, she had him working with her along the way.

He never told her where to go with her story in terms of ideas, but how to improve the mechanics. Reading over bits and telling her to take away a certain detail and add more in other places, or giving suggestions about how things could flow smoother. He’d listened to her storyboard, after showing her the author equivalent of it, and gave his honest feedback from a publisher's point of view and then from a boyfriend’s point of view.

Sometimes it was more obvious that he was the one with miles more life experience in these instances but she couldn’t be upset about it when it only aided in strengthening their relationship.

“I see.” She looked at the manuscript on the desk with the red pen of doom. “Oof. The red pen is out… and you’ve used it a lot.”

“Well, there are errors.” He chuffed, kissing her cheek in return. “Did you get enough done?” The word count goal had been 3,000 for today, but he didn’t make it for her. It was all on her. He simply helped keep her accountable.

“I did more. I think… 4.5?” She tilted her head trying to remember. “Now my head feels like soup.” It did feel like mush right now. That was why the laptop was closed and abandoned and she was finding comfort in the man. It was like a reward.

“That’s ace, my dove. Amazing.” He praised. The pride he felt for her was earned fair and square. She had been applying herself more now than ever. Since their first night together they hadn’t really separated, seeing each other at least a few times a week. Her work ethic was there as she had zeroed in on what she wanted. “Why don’t we finish this up and go back to mine, mm?”

Harry had been holding off all week. He’d gone a bit rough one night and even though she said she was fine, he wanted to give her body time to relax. As much as he loved sex, he had wanted her body to enjoy it more than anything else. Not be overly swollen and sore the next day.

Today was going to be the day to break that. A full week of nothing but heated kisses, and she was as needy as needy could get. He felt her perk up at the mention, sitting up straighter in his lap.

“Please! Let’s go. We can get food on the way home but I think we have some pressing matters to attend to.” She sniffed, standing from him and offering a hand to help him up. “Chop chop. Get a move on, mister.”

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Two rounds in and he knew she could take it. Her poor cunt was a mess and he knew that as pretty as it was all drippy and swollen, she had been aching for him to get a try into her other hole. They’d had a proper discussion about it, and he had effectively been edging her the entire night. Fair? No, but she knew how he rolled. The promised pleasure first, experiments after. Just in case she wanted to stop, she got something out of the night.

She’d been warming his cock for a bit as he held her in his arms, cooing soft praises about how good of a girl she was, how brave she had been to ask for something new tonight when he felt her get impatient. She didn’t need to say it. He knew her well enough now to understand what she wanted. Pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against her asshole, pressing against it and spreading the sticky cum over the rim. “Want me t’fuck this tight little ass too? Fill you from both ends."

“Wanna try.” She nodded, panting as her cunt contracted and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. “You’re so big I… I dunno if I can take it. Go slow.” Y/N knew she was slightly cock drunk but she also trusted him. He’d made her feel good already, took his time with everything else why wouldn’t she want to test this with him?

“Okay, my sweet. Just relax.” Harry wasn’t nervous, but he was cautious. His girl was precious cargo, and he wanted to make sure it felt as good as it could. He’d done the work of stretching her with his fingers, but it was going to be a challenge to get him in there regardless. He slowly pushed his thick head past the tight rim of her back hole. Watching her face intently, his own contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good, doll," he encouraged softly. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."

The pressure was intense, and she hissed out a breath as he slowly pushed more and more of himself into her. His thick head stretched her wide, and he paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation. "Breathe." The reminder was whispered as he realized she was holding her breath, his hand carding through her hair tenderly.

"That's it, baby. You're taking it so well. Always do so good f’me." He praised, his voice low and soothing. He slowly pushed more of himself into her, inch by inch, his thick prick spreading her wide. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly filled her up.

As he slid deeper, Harry could feel the intense pressure and stretch around his girth. Her tight little hole was gripped tightly around his shaft, the muscles fluttering and contracting as he pushed his way inside. She felt like she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate his bigger size- but she was. Slowly but surely, he sunk into her fully.

She had done it.

“Fuck.” She sobbed out, clinging to him as he got down to the base. Never in her life had she felt so full that way, so stretched. Only Harry could make her feel this way. It wasn’t just the physical feeling, but the emotional one too. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone else. His guidance was priceless.

"You're doing so good, You’ve got it all in. Jus’ gotta let it adjust." he soothed, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Giving her a moment to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears. "You feel so hot around me, doll. So tight. Knew y’would be."

“I wanna be… I want you to feel good.” She whispered, looking at him with wet eyes. “It’s just so big. I’m tryin’ to take it.” It surely wasn't a beginner cock but she wasn’t known for taking the easy way.

"You're doing so well, baby," he reassured her, his hands never leaving her. He slowly pulled out halfway before sinking in again, a little faster this time. "That's it... take me all the way in."

It was the fourth time he did it that she felt the pleasure. Both from the action and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her swollen clit, making her gasp. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her head back, slowly relaxing into the bed.

He watched her face contorted in pleasure, his heart swelling with pride. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. As she opened her eyes, he began to pick up the pace, his hips pressing against hers. "M’so proud of you. Look at you, taking every bit of me.”

Y/N sent him a blissed out smile as her hand slipped between them, rubbing her own clit slowly as he fucked into her ass. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing frantic, and it felt good just to be. Her muscles relaxed, making it feel even better as his cock filled her hole. Soft moans left her mouth as she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so he was close. “Are they the best holes you’ve had?”

Harry’s face was lax in his own pleasure as he felt her tight ass clench around his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. “They are. So fucking tight, so perfect. Can’t compare them t’anything else.” He kept up his steady rhythm, loving how her body moved with his. “You feel so good. Can never get enough of you.” He whispered, brushing a stray hair out of her face before stroking her puffy lip. They were so pretty. Kissing wasn’t something he’d thought much of before, but he hadn’t kissed Y/N. She had changed everything for him.

“Better than that silly ex wife?” She prodded, watching with a little smirk as she watched him think it over. Y/N had a feeling she was by the way be was acting, but she wanted to hear it.

"Way better." he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Little minx, y’just need to ask that, hm? No need to be jealous. She never gets t’have me again. Only y-you." He stuttered as her hand moved around his neck and she squeezed down hard on him. "Her holes were nothing compared to yours, doll. Nothing."

Y/N giggled as she choked him a little bit, watching his eyes widen before pulling. It was obvious that while he was the big man in charge- she could have fun too. “That’s what I like to hear. I’ll tell you a secret, Harry.” Her lips brushed his as she kept the grip on his throat. Her lips were swollen and sensitive, the coarse facial hair brushing it and making her want to moan. “None of the boys my age have ever made me cum. They never fucked my ass. Never fucked me raw. And you did it all.”

"And I'm gonna keep doing it," he rumbled, eyes burning with lust as she kissed him. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently and pulling her deeper into the kiss. “You’ve got a man now, no need to think of those boys.You want me t’keep being nice to you? Keep making you cum?”

“If you keep fucking me like this, I do. Want my man to be so, so nice to me.” She gasped as he pushed all the way in, balls rested snug against her ass as he slowly humped into her, the comfort of the fullness making her fingers work harder on her clit. “Gotta- Gotta prove you can keep up with me, old man. That you c-can live up to the hype. I like the bit of silver at your temples but…” Her moan was broken as he pulled out and pushed back in, jostling her. “Gotta prove why older guys are b-better for pretty little things like me.”

"Oh, I'll prove it to you," he growled, picking up pace as he pounded into her tight ass. She had no idea just how badly he’d needed her to walk into his life. Thank god she had. This was everything he had ever wanted. "And right now, you need me to wreck this little hole until you can't walk straight. You need me to show you how a real man handles his woman. I'll give you everything you crave, everything you need. You just have to let go and trust me.” The man had every intention of proving how much better he could be for her than she could ever imagine.

"Fuck, look at this cunt." He muttered, reaching down to spread her dripping pussy apart. "It's absolutely soaked, just dripping down. Love it, hm?” The smugness in his tone would usually make her scowl but there was no denying it. The proof was right there. It was undeniable. “You're so turned on, baby. It's making it easier for me to fuck this tight little ass of yours." The glossy, hard flesh glistened with slick, dripping down onto the bed beneath her. His own cum intermingled with her own, making his movements smoother as he pushed in and out of her, coating her holes with their combined essence.

Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clenching and unclenching around his thick cock with each thrust, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her body was feeling tingly, her legs trembling as he fucking into her ass, the sound of her arousal and his hips hitting her skin filling the room. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly fucked.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he took over and began rubbing her clit with his own thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cried out, her pussy gushing as she came harder than she would have imagined being fucked like this. She was so overwhelmed that she could only hold limply onto his arms as he continued to pound into her, his thick cock stretching her hole as it thrust through the waves of her intense orgasm.

His face contorted, vein bulging in his neck as he struggled to hold back. "You feel too good, baby. I can't... I can't hold back any longer." His heavy balls drew up close to his body, ready to unleash another load inside of her. The feeling of her taut muscles milking him, the way she clung to him with every fiber of her being, it was too much. He was sensitive himself, but he wanted to deliver everything she wanted.

"Please, Harry...Please,come inside me... I wanna feel you fill me up. Want it everywhere." She panted, her voice desperate with need. Half of the fun of sex was seeing him lose that control he so easily held in all other scenarios. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He deserved it.

His restraint shattered at her words. "Fuck, you're gonna get what you asked for."

With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and let go, his hot load pulsing into her hole in thick ropes. She felt each ribbon scalding her , marking her as his. "That's it, take it all... That’s m’girl.” He kept cumming, his cock twitching as he filled her. Ribbon after ribbon filled her up until she was overflowing with his load, almost overwhelmingly so. He finally slowed, his chest heaving, before gently pulling out of her ass, his cock glistening with the evidence of their fuck.

With a sense of possessive pride, he watched as his cum began to leak out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. It was satisfying in the filthiest way. Primal and caveman in every sense of the word, he loved knowing that he had done it. He’d taken every one of her holes and made her his in the dirtiest type of way. He gently spread her cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his mark leaking from her. "Look at that... You're so full of me, S’that what you wanted?”

“Mhm.” She smiled, slightly drunk on the orgasm and the fact that he had pushed her further than anyone else had before. it was a good feeling in her body, the beginnings of soreness and the calming heat of his hands as he caressed her the way he wanted. “Exactly what I wanted. Think M’gonna have to keep you around so we can do that again.”

“I’d hope so.” He laughed tiredly, pushing back down to take her mouth for another kiss. “I’m far from finished with you, sweet little thing. But I think I’ve ravaged your body enough. Think you need a bath and some tea, get you ready to sleep.”

Aftercare wasn’t something she’d experienced in any other relationship either, but she realized now it was probably a Harry exclusive thing. He was phenomenal at it. A lot of things, honestly. He experimented with her responsibly, took care of her after every round of sex, checked in on her, made sure she was eating proper meals, and helped her with her career. She’d lucked out with him. Whatever his ex wife was thinking, she had no clue- but she wasn’t about to waste a single bit of him.

“Do you have chamomile?” She asked softly, pecking his lips in return.

“What do you take me for? Course I’ve got it.” He scoffed, pinching her chin. “But if I didn’t, I’d find some for you. Know it’s your favorite. Added it to the grocery list, along with your cereal, your rancid battery acid energy drinks, and the sweet and salty popcorn.”

“It’s good battery acid, I’ll have you know.” She giggled, carding her fingers through his hair. He did have a bit of gray going on the temples but it was sexy. Just hearing how much he cared and put effort into the tiny things made her giddy.

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk about your poison in the morning. It’s time to get clean and go t’sleep. Tomorrow may be the day you write five thousand words. You never know.”

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ivorycello · 10 months ago

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An Introduction to the Lifesteal SMP - Season 6 Starts on July 6th

The Premise

Lifesteal is a competitive, PVP based soft-anarchy server, with one core gimmick: In the server, if you kill somebody, you can steal one of their permanent hotbar hearts, with a maximum of twenty hearts. If you drop down to zero hearts, you are banned off of the server, unless another player revives you with an expensive item called a revive beacon.

One of the biggest draws in the fandom is the incredibly organic improv storytelling that arises from the server, with the competition extending past simple combat. Players clash as they all attempt to enact their own plans, creating moral and emotional conflicts that draw in stream viewers and make the server incredible to follow as events unfold.

Watching Lifesteal Streams and attempting to have a complete picture of what is going on is very time intensive. Luckily, starting in season five, they do weekly sessions where the most important events usually happen.

How seasons work

Each season runs independently of each other, and the entire world resets when they move to a new season.

There is no in-universe lore explanation for what happens during a season reset. Some streamers may choose to treat it like they’re playing a different character, but most choose to leave things that happened in previous seasons in the past while still acknowledging it. Knowing what happens in previous seasons may help you understand things more, but is not necessary in the slightest.

Is Lifesteal a roleplay server? Kinda, kinda not.

Please respect that creators have different levels of interest in rp and are primarily on the server to make youtube videos of a particular niche.

Lifesteal is unscripted, though different players will create and enact elaborate plans with insane amounts of effort, but all of this is with the goal of a genuine, entertaining reaction.

Most members enter every situation with the primary goal of creating a good video, and their actions often reflect this. Videos are designed to be standalone content. Each video tells a complete story, and doesn't often tie into other videos or arcs. Lifestealers will also twist the narrative in order to create a linear storyline, including changing the order of events, or even just straight up lying. (We’re looking at you, Mapicc.) Due to this, with few exceptions, it is near impossible to gain full context of an arc or event via video alone, as so much context and information will be glanced over or covered up. Streams are a much more reliable way of understanding the full story.

New and leaving members

The eight new members announced so far for season six are:

Derapchu

Ecorridor

Chiefxd

Kaboodle

Flamefrags

SB737

Hannahxxrose

Manepear

Members who have left over the past season are:

ItzSubz_

Vitalasy

Parrotx2

Rekrap2

Poafa

Midmysticx

Branzycraft

Where to watch Lifesteal

There are a few active streamers and uploaders, who we will introduce below, and there is also a fan-run archive of all Lifestealer vods that you can access here.

The archive runs as far back as 2020, though only becomes mostly reliable around July 2022, when the project started. The archive also has links to every members’ youtube and twitch account, as well as any vod channel they may run themselves!

POV Recommendations Frequent Streamers: If you want a consistent pov to watch, and be able to follow a consistent storyline here are your best choices. PrinceZam: Zam was lifesteal’s most consistent streamer in previous seasons and puts a very large amount of effort into his rp and storytelling. Goes live at random times for long hours. Kaboodle: Kab is a new addition this season, but she consistently puts an incredible amount of effort into rp and storytelling. She streams most days at 7pm EST! ChiefXD: New Member who streams daily at 11am EST. HannahxxRose: New member, frequent streamer, but we don't know how her streaming style will adapt to lifesteal yet. Derapchu: He’s a little bit of a freak. Australian but has a bad sleep schedule so he streams at US friendly times or earlier. Does pretty long streams. Pangi: Has been on hiatus, but usually streams regularly around 2-4 PM EST at an EU friendly time for shorter hours. He typically does sillier, shorter projects. 4CVIT: Frequent streamer when he does stream, but may go inactive for long periods of time. Kinda roleplays, one of the better builders on the server and likes to keep projects secret from chat.

Honorable Mention: Follow these people anyway, they’ll probably go live for big events or random streams. Minutetech: Typically streams large events and sessions Mapicc: Occasionally streams, mostly important events Ashswag: Occasionally streams, mostly important events Jumper: Occasionally streams Bacon: Occasionally streams Woogie: Frequent streamer at the start of the season, but will become less active when college starts again for him Roshambogames: Occasionally Streams, mostly important Events

Youtube: Current Season: Frequent Uploads: Mapicc: Uploads frequently on main and 2nd channel, however he is known for lying a lot in his videos. It’s a little bit funny. Minutetech: Long videos about huge arcs, mostly truthful but may simplify some stuff. Wemmbu: Long videos about huge projects. FlameFrags: Medium length SMP videos. ChiefXD: Has an episodic style, we are not sure how that will change for lifesteal as he is a new member. Jumper: Mix of long form videos and short videos about a variety of topics. Squiddo: Fun, High Effort and Energy videos about a variety of topics. Lots of custom art. SB737: Uploads often but unsure if he will upload Lifesteal.

Do Not Upload as Frequently But Its Good When They Do Planetlord, Roshambogames, Ashswag, Spokeishere, Princezam, Baconnwaffles, ECorridor, Pentar, Clownpierce

Past Seasons, we linked povs that cover full seasons or large amounts of a season, but other non listed members still have fantastic one off videos about single events or arcs. Link All Videos Playlist (updated infrequently)

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiRXq4v6FXPn8D15UEAY6oZuPF23-NTG8 Mer S4 Summary Document

Lifesteal Season 4 Directory (public access version) Cog S4 Summary Doc

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1E0Mi2s64to6BzoAJuWHw16lnJpdEdYBXfd62tC7O0jY/edit?usp=sharing Minute S5 Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6xtt50MzkHWil_vQbgkll9rZTDyfI5k1 Spoke S4: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYmAm1lW6hlgK3WHPORSYeC80PVNUuUcZ All Parrot Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLu0onnEWPanttCW1zIfh25bQ_b5sBo8_p Clownzy S3 Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLCUTLKqDTev0e1y9Paex97_KP-TpF6QIs

Squiddo S5: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLlWJegiCG6X_iKkO-CEd6J9GMAhkzYjVn&si=Kx6lLPLZQeexGdio Baconnwaffles1: https://www.youtube.com/@baconnwaffles1/videos

Princezam S3: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmPnYnLs0WLoJTEdRpFBMTS21X631LKtu&si=37bk0Gs1haPYOSEd Mapicc, warning. Unreliable Narrator. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsiSq_WYMOAV7HPEqn8QY_981n19u2qO0 Roshambo: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaa_QQN2V8hZ78ACgXFOGt4tGcfDPTp_B

Stream Etiquette

Do not stream snipe / metagame, which includes sharing or hinting at any info whatsoever, even silly things, about another creators playthrough that the streamer wouldn’t know otherwise, you will get banned in all lifestealers chats. Information revealed via videos is considered fair game.

Do not backseat game or backseat lore Lifesteal Members on Tumblr

Several Lifesteal members have public tumblr accounts they use to varying degrees. Because of this, we use the #Lifesteal Spoilers tag to mark posts they shouldn't see because of metagaming reasons or when we just don’t want them to see it. They’re mostly chill, please just block them if you don’t want to deal with them. hdusa - Princezam lowkeywaffling - Baconnwaffles0 Neverpoor - Ashswag TheRealSquiddo- Squiddo BigPangolinMan - Pangi

Fancontent:

Lifesteal has a big fanartist community and we encourage you to join in!

Duo Name List

Lifesteal Animatics and Edits Wormhole Zine

Minecraft Roleplay Analysis - Barrier Blocks

#lifesteal smp #mcyt #mcytblr #hannahxxrose #lssmp

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Swaying (2) (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (6) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

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viciousblondybae · 2 years ago

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REGULATIONS / RULES 💋

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First off, all people involved and characters must be over eighteen to interact with this blog. If you’re a minor or a personal acc, please stay away.

Crossovers & Ocs are welcome.

Plotting would be preferred if you wish to interact with me outside of tumblr. Otherwise, I’m open to any sort of interaction as long as the first point above is respected. If you’re a multi-muse blog , please specify which character you are planning to use!

Tell me your triggers if you have any since I’ll be implying mature themes (language etc..)

No drama or any forms of abuse, you’ll be blocked without questioning.

Be patient , I usually reply as soon as possible. If anything, let me know if something is coming up. I wouldn’t mind starting a new thread!

Keep IC & OOC separate. ( to avoid mixing them)

For ships you’ll have to interact with Ms.Holli to make the chemistry happen ;)

I don’t mind writing nsfw but I feel comfortable doing this in private and with a plot to add-up. I don’t do ‘drps’ like that.

No god-mod / controlling of my character, thank you.

And finally have fun because that’s what roleplays are for!

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saiyanprincessswanie · 8 months ago

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Mine to Ruin

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari just wants to ruin you.

Word Count: 1728

Warnings: Little soft dark not really, a little possessive, fingering, oral fem, smut, talks of anal at the end, multiple orgasms, roleplay kinda, light choking, light breeding kink (non-pregnancy version), Friends with Benefits and oops someone catches feelings. Also used quotes, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else” & “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” (In bold)

A/N 1: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 Birthday Bonenanza! #happy birthday siri 2024. Hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you enjoy this. 💜

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo & dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N 3: This can be read as a standalone fic. But if you are interested in this couple read Give Me One More.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps, or third-party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

Your hands smoothly ran down the black cocktail dress that you were wearing as you took your features in the mirror. Would he like what you chose just for him? You smiled thinking about his reaction to you all dolled up. Your stilettos were a gift from him and as promised you were going to wear them just for him.

Turning away from the mirror you grabbed your purse and headed to the front door. Tonight was the grand opening of a club run by the gentleman in question, Ari Levinson. You have both known each other for years and to say you were attracted to him is an understatement.

That man was hot as hell with his longer hair you could run your fingers through, his neatly trimmed beard and a body you could tell was built underneath his suits. You haven’t tasted the forbidden fruit yet but hoped one day you would.

Grabbing your keys you headed out the door for a hopefully fun night ahead of you.

Walking up to the front door of the club you bypass everyone standing in line and give your name to the guy at the door. The man smiles at you as you walk into the building. The inside is busy with partygoers and you take in the scene around you. You wondered where Ari was but decided if he wanted you he could find you.

Walking up to the bar you ordered your favorite drink. As you are waiting a man walks up beside you and clears his throat. You glance to your right and see a handsome man standing next to you smiling.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing in a place like this alone?”

You grab your drink and smile back at him. “Who said I was alone?”

The man chuckled at your reply. “Touché.” Offering his hand he says, “I’m Andy.

Shaking his hand, your eyes look him over as you say your name. He seems harmless enough and a bit nervous as he lets your hand go. You both make small talk as you take your drinks to a table. You learn he is a widower and a former attorney turned entrepreneur. He is a partner in this club along with his friend Ari.

You swear you could feel a chill go down your spine at the mention of his name. You knew he was watching you. The feel of his eyes on you made your knees weak. Just as you were going to say something to Andy you felt a hand slide down your arm and wrap around your waist.

Ari kissed your shoulder and chuckled darkly. “I see you met my business partner and friend Andy.”

Andy looks between the two of you and grins. “I didn’t know she was with you. It was a pleasure meeting Ari’s woman.”

Ari’s woman? This must be a joke. You both have always been friends so this was news to you.

Ari grips you tight as he leads you to a private elevator. Once inside he pins you to the wall. “You haven’t been here more than fifteen minutes and you’re already flirting with another man? My friend of all people.” He growls out at you but all you can do is smile at him.

The elevator’s door opens on the second floor and he grabs your hand, dragging you down the hall to his office. As soon as you both enter the office he slams the door behind you.

“Want to explain why you were hitting on my friend?” Ari’s dark blue eyes gaze into yours. You have never seen him like this before and frankly, it was hot.

“Well he did approach me first and all we did was chat. There was no flirting involved. Why are you jealous?” You pouted at him trying to get him to calm down but he ignored it.

His hand came up to your throat and squeezed just enough that it had your arousal flood your panties. This was new and you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him then.

“If I was a betting man I would say you did it to get my attention. Well sweetheart you have it now.”

He let go of your throat and crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours as you let him dominate the kiss. This is what you have wanted, no, craved for so long. Ari walked you backward to his desk and bit your bottom lip.

“Do you know how long I have wanted this? I have dreamt many nights of having you on my desk and fucking you till you scream my name. Tell me you feel the same way.”

He lifted you onto the edge of his desk and slid his hands up your thighs as he pushed the dress over your hips.

Your head tilted back as he kissed down your throat. “Yes, Ari. I want this so much. Please ruin me!” You moaned out as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your clothed pussy. His fingers dip into your panties as he starts playing with your clit.

Ari chuckled again and whispered into your ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. Now let me worship you as you deserve to be.”

Ari kissed his way down your body and knelt in front of you. He pulled his hand free from your panties and started dragging them down your legs. By the time he got them off, he was kissing you up your thighs to where you wanted him most. Your fingers ran through his hair gently as he gave a kiss to your clit. You took a shuddering breath as he licked a stripe up your pussy and kissed your clit again.

Ari groaned against you. “You are so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?”

You moan as he starts to suckle on your clit and your fingers take purchase in his hair. “Yes, Ari! Only for you! Only… for… You.”

You feel his fingers press into your cunt and start to work you over. You swear he knows exactly how to work you as he curls his fingers and makes a come hither motion. Your orgasm is starting to build faster the more he sucks on your clit and fingers you. Within moments you are cumming and screaming his name like a prayer. Ari works you through your orgasm and starts to slow down as your thighs clench together almost suffocating him.

Ari goes to stand up and licks your arousal off his lips and beard. He loves seeing you half dazed and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Ari quickly takes his jacket and shirt off. As you lean back on your elbows Ari discards the rest of his clothes. He groans at how you look and he can’t wait to be deep inside you.

Pulling you off the desk he turns you around so he can unzip your dress. The dress falls down your body and pools at your stiletto shoes. You go to take the shoes off but Ari tisks at you. “No sweetheart those stay on.”

Kicking your feet apart he gently bends you over his desk and slaps your ass. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? It’s been years that I’ve imagined this and now you’re mine.”

Ari rubs his cock against your pussy getting his cock covered in your arousal. He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. The groans you both let out fill the air as he starts to pick his pace up. There is nothing you can do but hold onto the desk as Ari fucks you hard and fast. The echo of skin slapping against skin fills the air along with your moans. His fingers dig into your hips as he pistons in and out of your pussy.

You scream his name over and over again as you try to push back against him. Higher and higher Ari seems to take you as tears of pleasure fill your eyes.

“God this pussy is clenching me in the best way. If I had known how good you feel I would have bred you sooner. Do you want that sweetheart? Me filling your pussy up with my cum and breeding you? Then everyone would know you were mine. Mine to ruin.”

That was all you needed to hear as you moan his name over and over as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches around his cock and sends him over the edge as he groans your name. His hips frantically thrust making sure you took all of him. When he comes down from his high he is kissing his way up your back and to your shoulder. All you can do is hum from the pleasure he just gave you as he pulls you back against his chest and kisses your lips.

“Is that just what you needed, sweetheart?”

Slowly you open your eyes and chuckle. “That was perfect babe. From you being a little possessive down to wanting to breed me I swear you played your part to perfection.”

“Well, you did say you were into the breeding kink. So I wanted to try it out with you. Thankfully we don’t have to worry about anything since you are on birth control. But honestly, I love trying out all these scenarios with you. It keeps our relationship fun and exciting. I can’t wait to see what you want to try next.”

You grinned as you let out a sigh. “Ya know we haven’t tried anal before. I think you mentioned that was on your list so maybe we'll do that next time.”

It was Ari’s turn to let out a groan. “Now you have my full attention again.” His cock twitched in your cunt.

You let out a laugh at his statement. The both of you have an amazing relationship built on trust and that is something that took forever to build. Maybe one day you could be more than friends with benefits cause honestly you were in love with him. You wondered if he felt the same way. For now, you are going to enjoy these moments and figure out your feelings later.

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theresattrpgforthat · 2 months ago

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Do you have recommendations for working class sci fi/space opera games?

I've been enjoying reading through Traveller and Orbital Blues and reading books like The Expanse about just regular people making ends meet IN SPAAAACE. So I'm curious if you know of any other games matching that regular people doing regular things but also exciting things threaten the status quo.

THEME: Working Class Sci-Fi

Hello, I hope you find something in here that suits your fancy!

Comet Express, by Dice Doctor Games.

Inter-galactic delivery is perilous

Dangerous people need dangerous goods transported to dangerous places.

This is where Comet Express gets in. The safety of our delivery crew is secondary to the successful delivery of your precious cargo.

Why would anyone in their sane mind do this job? Three reasons. One Money. Two Thrill. And Three, who said you were sane?

Comet Express is all about just trying to get your job done and go home - alive. You're all part of a trading company that values its cargo over its crew, with a successful job being determined with the condition your cargo is in by the end of the job.

What's interesting to me is that I don't see anything on the page that says that you can fail. Your roll determines whether or not you avoid risk; but from what I can see, you can do well, do poorly, or somewhere in between. It's typically assumed that at least some of your cargo makes it to your final destination.

What's also interesting is that your character dying is no excuse to get the job done. Character creation is meant to be quick and simple, so if you die, just roll a few d6 and you'll have a new grunt to move the payload.

I think that perhaps the biggest weakness of Comet Express is the lack of roll-tables for the GM. There's a few in this brochure-sized game, but most of the outcomes are rather vague, and still require a lot of improv. If you're a GM that likes to come up with everything on your own, this won't be an issue, but a new GM might struggle.

Pressure: Industrial Science Fiction, by Osprey Publishing.

A science fiction roleplaying game of bringing law and order to the dark and dangerous corners of the universe.

Pressure: Industrial Science Fiction Roleplaying is a rules-light, story-focused game of facing the darkness at the heart of humanity’s fragile and claustrophobic existence – both on Earth and among the stars. An entirely standalone title, Pressure also develops and expands upon the mechanics and setting introduced in the Those Dark Places roleplaying game.

As highly skilled agents of Special Operations Squads, players are tasked with cleaning up after the Corporations – investigating links to organized crime, neutralizing rogue weapons research, negotiating with rebel leaders on orbital stations, and hunting down whatever that black-budget excavation team ‘awoke’ out in the Procyon Sector…

The universe is a dangerous and hostile place; the Hypercities and the Deep Black alike hide powerful foes. But you have the tools, the training, and the resources to face these dangers… you hope.

Pressure has a unique game system, although pieces of it sound familiar. There's Attributes and Skills that will add modifiers to your basic dice roll, as well as a stress mechanic called Pressure, which you will have to test yourself against every time your character suffers something shocking or disturbing. Already this sounds like a much better mechanic to me than a sanity or madness degeneration!

Thematically, this definitely looks like very hard sci-fi, with trained military operatives in space being the core focus. This is a space-horror game, although what kind of horror that is feels like it's up to whatever the table is interested in.

If you want to read a full review of the game, check out what Lowell Francis has to say about it on his blog, Age of Ravens.

Transit: The Spaceship RPG, by Fiddleback Productions.

TRANSIT takes place beyond our home planet, allowing you to traverse the unlimited depths of space and explore worlds outside our own galaxy.

Your role as an Artificial Intelligence is to inhabit an interplanetary vessel, manage your resources, and direct your crew. You’ll deploy your ship’s officers into the field, hunt down criminals, engage in interstellar combat, and deliver supplies and colonists to remote settlements.

You must rely on your resources to complete missions by acting through your ship, tech, and crew. Three different AI types – Combat, Command, and Support – lend themselves to varied and interesting game play, but it’s when an AI is paired with a ship that the real diversity in character creation comes to the fore.

TRANSIT is more than just an intergalactic skirmish game. When your interests and those of your crew are aligned, things can go very well, but when you and your crew come into conflict, they turn from asset to liability. They’ll think you’re insane, but you’re just trying to survive and complete your mission. How did it come to this? What will you do next?

While skimming the reviews for this game, I came across a big fountain of praise for TRANSIT's index. I love a good index, and am often saddened when a game has a poorly organized index, or doesn't have one at all. A book that you can reference well is infinitely easier to use.

On top of this, TRANSIT feels like a really unique combination, as it's both a skirmish game and Powered by the Apocalypse. Those are two things I don't normally think would be put together! It's also got a really unique perspective, since you are playing ships, rather than the people inside them. Is your AI going to be human-like, or something completely different? Find out in TRANSIT.

Voidhunters, by Fox Tale Games.

It has been forty years since the end of the last Great War, in which the Espiri Empire consolidated victory against Salvatori forces. The war was hard-won – planets were bombarded, resources were leashed to build grand war engines and vast voidborn battleships, and though the embers are slowly burning out, the winds of rebellion are relentless in stirring dissent.

But the war is of no concern of you and your crew. You are voidhunters, freelancers tasked by government and private clients to search for treasure in the depths of space. It’s dangerous work, but it pays the bills, and it’s always interesting.

From empty war hulks drifting powerless through space, to locked-down laboratories hiding unfinished weapons, tech and viruses, to the ruins of the Asar, the ancient space-faring civilization that came before your own, every episode of Voidhunters can take you and yours somewhere new.

Voidhunters feels a little closer to science fantasy, because it describes itself as a soft sci-fi setting, with magic and mechs. It's inspired by media such as Cowboy Bebop, Rogue One, and Firefly, where danger is supposed to be constantly present, while opportunities to be a hero are still around the corner.

The game uses d20 dice pools, and characters are a collection of Abilities, Skills and Talents. Ability scores determine your target number to roll under. Attributes & Skills give you dice. Talents are special things your character (and only your character) can do.

An interesting extra detail in Voidhunters is that matching your target number is even better than rolling under; it reduces the number of threats the GM can roll at you, and allows you to set yourself up for a better chance for the next time you roll as well. Otherwise, the GM will be able to collect threat dice to make things harder to do, or even more dangerous if they feel like it.

If you want a bit of action movie pulp in your space drink, maybe consider Voidhunters.

Free Spacer, by Christoph Sapinsky.

Free Spacer is a contemporary science fiction tabletop roleplaying game. It leverages the newest space sciences, takes into account biotechnology, and brings the internet to the rim of the quadrant.

As a Free Spacer, you’re a crew member on a small starship, an outsider, and a contractor. You’ll explore new worlds, investigate dangers, negotiate contracts, operate your starship, and do science!

As the Game Master, you have a wealth of tools at your disposal to build whole worlds and manage the machinations of sector factions in the ongoing Cold War. You’ll be able to easily run conflicts, spaceflight, fabrication projects, and other challenges, while quickly generating new locations and characters.

Play to find out how the crew gets the job done, the choice they make, the rules they break, and the length will go for their Patrons.

The author of Free Spacer says his principal purpose of the game was to make it feel like science fiction, and everything I'm seeing from it looks like hard sci-fi. The setting is a deeply imperfect future; no faster-than-light communication, a sector-wide cold war, and the need to negotiate contracts for every job.

The game uses 2 different kinds of dice: d10's and d6's. d10's contribute to your chances of success, while d6's contribute to your chances of failure. All of the rolls are player-facing, with the GM contributing threats and complications, which definitely feels a little reminiscent of Star Wars FFG, down to the non-binary dice results. You can succeed, you can miss, but you can also have a little bit of both worlds, which I think has the potential for nuanced storytelling.

Space Ambulance, by Bully Pulpit Games.

Space is a huge inconvenience. It’s big, it’s dangerous, and it is between you and anywhere interesting.

Once upon a time it was so outrageously hazardous that people traveling through it were killed now and then just for being there. Of course today spaceships are safe and sensible and no one dies in old-fashioned ways like “hull depressurization” or “reactor explosion”. Today spaceships are smart - smarter than you and me - and they are carefully built with safety in mind. You are far, far more likely to be killed by falling out of bed than you are by a spaceship failure.

And yet.

Sapient beings are amazingly fragile and incompetent. We touch things we are told not to touch. We eat too much, or too little. We make poor choices about who to make friends with. We fall out of bed. Sometimes, through no fault of our friendly and safe spaceships, we get in trouble in space.

When this happens, every second counts. You need to call an ambulance - a space ambulance.

Space Ambulance is a game about the dedicated professionals of the space ambulance services. You will explore the lives and loves of the crews, both on the job and off, as they perform dramatic (and not so dramatic) rescues, fill out paperwork, and await their next thrilling (or not so thrilling) call.

Space Ambulance advertises itself as focused on the drama between the characters, so I'm guessing it might be something like Grey's Anatomy - in space! Bully Pulpit Games in general intrigues me with a lot of the concepts they put forward, so I think that whatever you pick up from them, you're in for a solidly good time.

Xenopolitan, by Willy Elektrix.

Xenopolitan is an RPG about everyday life in an alien metropolis. Live the life of an extraterrestrial person with real world problems. Play as a human or extraterrestrial entrepreneur, student, artist, social worker, politician, reporter, criminal, detective, or anything else, and experience life in this galactic future-scape.

Setting: The year is 2099. Ingress is a city with 90 million people from thousands of different species and planets. It flies in the skies above Earth and is a hub for extraterrestrials conducting business with various Earthling corporations and governments. Players are denizens of this sprawling, cosmopolitan city, and their backgrounds and goals can be as diverse as the city’s population.

Xenopolitan really does feel like an alien slice-of-life rpg. The entire book is dotted with in-world excerpts, like newspaper obituaries, reviews of various artists, and even dating profiles for NPCs!

The game uses Fudge Dice, also known as Fate Dice, if I'm not mistaken. It also uses a d10 as a Luck die, which doesn't really contribute to success or failure, but ether adds a benefit or a complication. The things you'll be rolling for appear to be rather mundane things, like figuring out how to break up with your girlfriend, or trying to pass your driver's test.

At it's core, Xenopolitan is about making it in a big, big city. Each character will have personal weaknesses and drawbacks that they'll have to work to accommodate or overcome, such as a criminal record, a responsibility to take care of someone else, an undocumented immigration status, etc. If you want to mix the speculative, goofy elements of sci-fi with the mundane, everyday struggles of modern life, you might like Xenopolitan.

Additional Cool Things...

Last Fleet, by Black Armada Games.

Arkyvr, a toolkit for Mothership that has players cast as a documentary crew.

Holdfast Station, by Lampblack and Brimstone.

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Space Westerns Rec Post

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shewhowas39 · 9 months ago

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my Astarion smutfics

helloooo! since a few new peeps have come across my recent smutfic (and sine i accidentally deleted my masterlist like a dope) i figured i'd write up a little post with my smutfics. pretty much all my fics are established realtionship, idiots-in-love type fics, because smut with feelings is my fave. so if that's your vibe, here ya go.

these first four feature Astarion and June (my dark urge), and are set in the same universe/timeline as my main fic, Juniper & Starlight. but they can all be raad as standalones.

Give Me a Minute to Hold My Girl - a fluffy/smutty/bit of emotional hurt/comfort fic in which Astarion and June bang on Gortash's desk. (quickie, piv sex, smut with feelings, soft dom Astarion, a bit of petty Astarion)

Hard to Concentrate - a fluffy/smutty fic in which Astarion wants attention while June is trying to concentrate on a spell. time to see how long it takes to distract her! (dirty talk, oral sex, piv sex, multiple orgasms, Astarion being a little shit)

Nonsense - a silly/smutty fic in which the whole gang partakes in some pipeweed in order to de-stress, but Astarion discovers it may have unexpected (horny) effects on the undead. (sex pollen, piv sex, needy Astarion, June gets absolutely railed)

Liars' Night - a fun little 2 chapter fic set on Liars' Night, the Forgotten Realms versionof Halloween. It's 3 years after the events of the game, and everyone coms to Gale's tower in costume. Astarion dresses as a professor in hopes of seducing his nerdy wizard girlfriend, but June's princess costume is doing something to him. (costume roleplay, switchy sex, fucking in Gale's library, orgasm denial, oral, piv sex)

(and fwiw chapters 19, 21, and 27 of the main fic are also quite smutty, if you wanna skip the slow burn. i'm not judging.)

and then my very first bg3 fic was a standalone, not attached to J&S, featuring a nameless, afab Tav

Welcome Home - a fluffy/sweet/smutty fic in which Tav surprises Astarion with a Manficicent Mansion spell on the one year anniversary of Cazador's death, and they smash in their new magic house. (soft dom Astarion, light bdsm elements, blow job, oral sex, piv sex, multiple orgasms, smut with feelings)

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The 10 Most Anticipated TTRPGs For 2025!

EN World’s annual vote on the most anticipated titles of the coming year, and yes, some games have appeared on this list in previous years.

10) Starfinder 2E (Paizo Publishing) The Starfinder Playtest Rulebook brings Starfinder into a new age of compatibility, as Starfinder switches to using the same rules engine that powers the popular Second Edition of the Pathfinder Roleplaying Game. Inside this playtest for the new edition, you’ll find six new classes, 10 ancestries, new skills, new feats, futuristic equipment including augmentations and upgrades, new science-fantasy spells, and more!

9) Alien - Evolved Edition (Free League) Expanded and updated core rules and a new cinematic scenario for the award-winning RPG from Free League and 20th Century Studios. Based upon feedback from thousands of players over five years of adventures, the Evolved Edition of the Core Rulebook delivers an updated and streamlined version of the ALIEN RPG fans know and love, along with additional new artwork, new content, and a variety of new tools for players and Game Mothers alike, all fully compatible with previous releases and game material.

8) 13th Age 2nd Edition (Pelgrane Press) A New Edition of the Award-Winning Heroic Fantasy Game! The coolest and most fun parts of traditional d20-rolling fantasy gaming plus story-focused rules, now with updated class and kin powers, fearsome new abilities for your favorite monsters, and revamped icon connection mechanics!

13th Age 2E has been in this chart three years running! In both 2023 and 2024 it came 3rd in the poll!

7) Coriolis: The Great Dark (Free League) Free League's original sci-fi RPG returns. Join expeditions to faraway stars and delve deep into ancient ruins.

6) Dolmenwood (Necrotic Gnome) Dolmenwood is a fantasy adventure game set in a lavishly detailed world inspired by the fairy tales and eerie folklore of the British Isles. Like traditional fairy tales, Dolmenwood blends the dark and whimsical, the wondrous and weird.

This is Dolmenwood's second appearance in this chart, coming in at #5 last year!

5) Terry Pratchett's Discworld: Adventures in Ankh-Morpork (Modiphius) Adventures in Ankh-Morpork, the Discworld tabletop roleplaying game, catapults you onto the streets of the Big Wahoonie, and once you've dusted yourself off you can adventure to your heart's content. With imagination and some shiny math rocks at your fingertips, your story on the Disc awaits. Based on the popular Discworld fantasy series by Sir Terry Pratchett, Adventures in Ankh-Morpork is an officially licensed tabletop roleplaying game set in its most recognisable city, complete with Sir Terry's iconic wit, humour, and humanistic satire.

4) Draw Steel (MCDM) A Fantasy RPG where your character starts, at level 1, already a hero. Maybe even locally famous! You might meet in a tavern, or start in the middle of the action! Whether you’re a group of local heroes sent to investigate mysterious goings-on in the nearby haunted wood, or famous mercenaries plotting and scheming in the big city, the MCDM RPG makes building adventures and fighting monsters fun. Basically, any adventure or story you’re running in your current Fantasy RPG, you can do that in this game. Just, in a more straightforward and fun way, unburdened by sacred cows from the 1970s.

3) Daggerheart (Darrington Press) Daggerheart is a fantasy tabletop roleplaying game of brave heroics and vibrant worlds that are built together with your gaming group. Create a shared story with your adventuring party, and shape your world through rich, long-term campaign play.

2) Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere (Brotherwise Games) The Cosmere® RPG is a "living" RPG that will grow as Brandon Sanderson writes new novels and expands his universe. This original system is designed to tell standalone stories in the Stormlight™ or Mistborn® Settings -- or sweeping Worldhopper™ campaigns that move between different worlds and realms!

1) Legend in the Mist (Son of Oak) A rustic fantasy tabletop RPG based on the acclaimed City of Mist. Spin a fireside tale of unlikely villagers setting out on a quest into a greater unknown world, rife with peril and mystery, in the vein of The Lord of the Rings, The Wheel of Time, Princess Mononoke, and many other classic fantasy stories, or create your own legendary realms with the game’s open-ended system.

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𝔑𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫 Mike Schmidt x male reader

Summary: A request that I received from a friend of mine. “Abby forces the reader and Mike to roleplay with her, with Abby being the personal royal guard, reader the prince and Mike an assassin. Both of them notice the tension between them especially when Mike has to kidnap the reader and interrogate him, but of course there's a child around so they push the thought to the side, that is until that night where Mike or the reader starts the roleplaying by being their character, then smut ensues.”

Tags: Part 13 of this series of Mike Schmidt x male reader but can be read as a standalone as usual. No use of Y/N. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Mike is a perfect grumpy older brother. Lots of sensual tension. Smut. Fluffy smut. Top Mike. Dom Mike. Bottom reader. Roleplay but nothing too explicit. Anal sex.

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Abby is absolutely beaming as she stands before you, her arms wrapped around your left arm, vibrating with excitement. Her makeshift paper weapons crinkles slightly as she shifts, puffing out her chest like a true knight standing guard before their royal charge.

"You have nothing to fear, Your Highness!" she declares, squeezing your arm with all the strength she had. "I’ll protect you from the evil forces that threaten this kingdom!"

You try to keep a straight face, but the energy radiating off of her is infectious. The grin you're holding back finally breaks free and you laugh.

"I feel safer already," you tell her, earning a proud nod.

Across the room, Mike sits slouched against the couch, arms crossed, brows furrowed in deep, long-suffering irritation. He watches the two of you with a deadpan expression that only deepens as Abby tightens her grip around your arm, glancing at him with barely contained amusement.

"And as for you, assassin—"she says, turning her sharp gaze toward her older brother, spitting the word out like it personally offends her, "—if you dare lay a single hand on the prince, you will not escape me!"

Mike lets out the longest, most exasperated sigh you've ever heard.

"Why am I always the bad guy?" he grumbles, slouching even further.

"Because you're perfect for it!" Abby fires back at her older brother without missing a beat.

Mike levels a dry, unimpressed look at her. "Perfect for it?"

You let out a snort and Abby dissolves into giggles, her arms tightening around yours as she leans against you for support. The two of you laugh together, your shoulders shaking, and Mike watches, lips pressing into a flat line.

His gaze flickers toward you, it lingers just a little too long.

Something about that look sends a warmth curling in your stomach.

"Real funny," Mike mutters, shaking his head. But he's watching you now, more than Abby, like he's committing the sight of you smiling, laughing, enjoying yourself to memory.

Abby, still grinning, shoves a crumpled piece of paper at you.

"Here," she says. "Your crown."

It's unevenly cut, scribbled on with what looks like cheap yellow highlighter, but she places it on your head with all the reverence of a true coronation.

"Your Highness," she says solemnly.

Mike, still watching, huffs a quiet laugh through his nose.

"You guys are ridiculous," he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face.

"You're just mad 'cause you're losing," Abby taunts.

"I'm literally just sitting here," he deadpans

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she says, turning back to you with that same bright grin. "You can count on me, I won't let you out of my sight!"

And she doesn't.

For the next few minutes, Abby paces, arms crossed, looking around the room as if an attack is imminent, dramatically "scouts" the area for any lurking threats.

Mike, meanwhile, is still unmoving on the couch, watching all of this with thinly veiled amusement.

He then shifts, sitting forward, stretching out his legs and running a tired hand through his hair. He cocks his head slightly, eyes locking onto you. His gaze is heavy, slow, dragging over you like a predator sizing up prey.

In a blur of movement, he sidesteps his little sister, grabbing her by the shoulders and gently, but firmly guiding her backward onto the bed. She yelps as she lands, her paper sword flopping to the side.

"HEY—!" She yelps and giggles in protest while trying to regain balance.

He's on you in an instant.

You barely register the sensation of being lifted, arms curling instinctively around Mike's shoulders as he sweeps you up effortlessly, holding you in his arms and making your stomach flips.

"Mike!" you burst out, laughing, your fingers clenching at the fabric of his hoodie.

Mike, still entirely in character, only huffs, tightening his grip.

"Quiet," he mutters, already moving.

You hear Abby's outraged cries behind you as Mike bolts from the room, your laughter echoing in the hallway.

The slam of the door echoes through the small space, sealing you and Mike away. The distant sound of Abby's protests barely registers. Your pulse is hammering too loudly in your ears, your breath caught somewhere between the leftover laughter from the chase and the sharp realization of just how close he still is.

He hasn't let you go, leaning against the door to block any attempt Abby was making at opening it.

His body is warm, solid and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the faintest hitch of breath as he exhales.

The game feels very different now.

Mike is still holding you, chest rising and falling against yours, one arm hooked under your knees, the other braced across your back, pinning you against him like he's not quite ready to set you down yet.

His grip loosens just enough for your feet to brush the ground, but he doesn't step back. Doesn't put any real distance between you. Instead, his fingers tighten just slightly at your waist, grounding himself as he shifts his weight, pressing you lightly against the nearest wall.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just you and me, your Highness," he says, dragging out the title like he's testing how it sounds in his mouth, voice low, rough, edged with something that sends a spark of heat curling deep in your stomach.

Your breath hitches, caught somewhere between the lingering remnants of the game and the sharp, undeniable tension settling thick in the air.

Outside, Abby's small fists bang against the door, her muffled voice filled with laughter.

"You coward! Come out and fight me!"

Mike huffs a quiet chuckle, barely sparing the door a glance. His focus is all on you now.

His eyes flicker over your face, slow and deliberate, and fuck, the way he's looking at you makes your skin prickle with heat.

You swallow hard.

"Are you… uh, are you gonna lock me in a tower or something?" you try to joke, but your voice comes out weaker than you intended.

Mike hums, tilting his head slightly, considering.

"Nah," he murmurs, leaning in just a fraction closer, his breath ghosting against your cheek. "I think I'll keep you right here."

Your stomach flips.

The space between you is nonexistent now, his body practically caging you in against the wall, his fingers still resting against your waist, pressing in just enough to remind you that he's there, that he's touching you.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"You're not nearly as afraid as you should be," he murmurs, voice dipping into something dangerously low, something that makes your spine go rigid. "Makes me wonder… you like being manhandled like this, don't you?"

A shiver rakes down your spine.

Is he seriously gonna keep the act even without Abby around?

Your body betrays you without a single word and he catches it immediately.

His grip shifts, fingers brushing just under the hem of your shirt, barely skimming the warm skin beneath and it takes everything in you not to react, not to make a sound.

He chuckles, low and deep, the sound vibrating against you.

"You do like it," he muses, pulling back just enough to look at you again. His eyes are dark, lidded, full of something you definitely shouldn't be indulging in right now.

He leans back in, close enough that his lips are just brushing your ear again and what he says next makes the heat in your stomach plummet.

"If we were alone right now, I'd have you on your knees so fast you wouldn't know what hit you."

Your breath stops.

Holy shit.

Was he seriously keeping this up?

He was enjoying this. And fuck, so were you.

Heat pooled deep in your stomach, sharp and electric from how well he was doing it. Driving you insane to the point of making you grin. A slow, wicked thing that you know he wasn't expecting.

"Yeah?" you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. "That's a promise?"

Because if this was just a game to him, then fine. You could play too.

Mike's breath hitches just slightly, enough to let you know that you got him, even if only for a second.

"MIKE! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Abby's voice, bright and full of energy, shatters the moment like a hammer through glass.

Mike groans, pulling back just enough to glare at the door, running a tired hand down his face.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters under his breath.

You bite back a laugh, still riding the high of what just happened.

He kisses you.

It's fast, barely a peck, but fuck, it still leaves your lips tingling, leaves your stomach flipping wildly as he pulls back.

Mike looks back at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, something dangerous still flickering beneath his grumpy exhaustion.

"This isn't over," he mutters.

Fuck. You can't wait.

You don't even have time to react before he turns and unlocks the door and Abby soon storms in, paper sword raised high.

"Unhand the prince, you villain!"

Mike barely has time to react before Abby whacks him across the arm, her tiny strength amplified by sheer determination.

"Ow—Jesus, Abby—"

"That's Sir Abby to you!" she declares, striking again, relentless. "You have been defeated! Surrender now!"

Mike groans, throwing his hands up in surrender, stepping away from you.

The moment the ‘assassin’ is defeated, Abby is back to pacing the room, chin held high, arms crossed, the very image of a victorious knight. She's already explaining the next phase of the game, something about restoring order to the kingdom, but you can barely focus.

Not with the way Mike keeps looking at you.

He's doing a shit job at pretending nothing happened. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, slow and absentminded, his jaw set like he's grinding his teeth, fingers flexing at his sides like he doesn't trust himself to move.

You don't think twice before moving toward the floor and sitting right between Mike's legs. Your back resting against his chest comfortably as Abby flops onto her stomach in front of you, explaining the next silly chapter eagerly.

You shift to get more comfortable.

And fuck.

You feel it.

The hardness pressing against your backside. Mike's entire body tenses behind you, fingers digging into your waist on instinct, a sharp inhale barely masked by the sound of Abby's excited chatter.

You swallow hard as Abby gets up to run towards her room to gather the things she needed but that you didn’t paid attention to, hands bracing against your thighs as you try to keep your breathing steady, try to pretend like you didn't just press right up against Mike's hard-on, like you aren't feeling the heat of his breath ghost against your ear.

"You little shit." The words are low, growled into your ear, but there's no real heat behind them. Just desire. His hands tighten their grip, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, not pulling you closer but definitely making sure you don't move any further.

Your stomach twists, heat pooling low, fingers clenching into fists against your thighs.

You want to push back, want to grind against him, want to make it worse, but Abby is soon back inside the room, still chirping and still completely unaware.

So you bite your lip, swallow down the smug grin threatening to creep onto your face and pretend like you don't notice the way Mike's hands remain glued to your hips or his breathing being a little too shallow.

It's a game you made for him to keep him engaged.

A different one.

And you're winning.

The rest of the game goes on, but the real battle is happening in stolen glances, in subtle touches, in the way every accidental brush of fingers or shift of weight feels like a deliberate test of restraint.

You see the way his jaw clenches every time you lean too close. Feel the way his fingers twitch every time you shift near him.

And every time Abby isn't looking, every time she's too focused on her next move, he shoots you a look. A silent warning.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

It isn't until much later, when Abby is curled up on her bed, blanket pulled up to her chin, soft snores filling the room, that the dam finally cracks.

In the quiet, you and Mike lay tangled together on your and his bed.

He exhales slowly, arm draped over your waist. His body is heavy against yours, warm and solid, his breath steady but edged with the last remnants of the day's exhaustion.

"She always makes me the bad guy," he mutters, voice rough, tired, barely above a whisper

You huff a quiet laugh. "She probably just likes me more."

Mike groans, nudging his face against your cheek in protest. "Not helping."

You grin, pressing back into him just slightly, enough to feel the way he molds against you so easily. His grip tightens, fingers dragging lazily over your waist.

"Fuck, I'm so tired," he grumbles, voice muffled against your skin. "But if I sleep now, I know I'm waking up at four A.M. like some owl."

You snicker at the accuracy of it. "Like that one time you woke up, couldn't fall back asleep and kept tossing so much you nearly kicked me off the bed?"

Mike groans again, this time more dramatically. "Don't remind me."

Oh, but you remember.

You remember the way he'd shifted restlessly, the frustrated sighs from the way his body refused to just fucking relax.

And you remembered what you did to help.

What you would always let him do.

The thought makes your stomach tighten, a slow, familiar heat unfurling deep inside you. Because when frustrated he was always so fucking hot. So eager to completely wreck you until there was nothing left but exhaustion and satisfaction.

Mike, still unaware of the direction your thoughts have taken, shifts against you, his arm tightening, his hand pressing firm against your hip like he needs the contact to ground himself.

You swallow, a smirk playing on your lips. "I could help you sleep, you know."

Mike makes a sound low in his throat, half a chuckle, half a groan. "Yeah?" His head tilts, shifting just slightly, enough that your lips are suddenly millimeters apart. His breath is warm, slow, teasing. "You gonna knock me out with a punch?"

You laugh, short and breathless against his lips, feeling his own curl into a smirk. The tension stretches, tightens, every second dragging out into something unbearably thick.

"I mean," you murmur, tilting your head just slightly, "after all, I am still being held hostage by the…" You pause, pretending to think, letting your fingers graze along his arm. "What did Abby call you again?"

Mike's eyes flicker, amusement laced with something much darker. "Pretty sure she called me a 'dirty rogue’, or some shit like that."

You hum, pretending to consider. "Right. That."

His fingers twitch against your hip.

You lean in, voice dipping lower. "I just want to make sure my captor trusts me."

Mike's breath catches.

His grip tightens.

And then, in a voice so low and rough "The naughty prince," he murmurs, "offering up his body for salvation."

Heat rushes through you, molten and consuming, and that's the moment where there's no turning back, no pretending this is still some slow, innocent game.

The air snaps.

Mike's mouth crashes against yours, hot and hungry, his grip locking tight around your waist as he rolls you fully onto your back. His body hovers over yours, heat bleeding through fabric, a solid weight that leaves you breathless.

His stubble scrapes against your skin as he moves from your lips to your jaw, down the line of your throat, his teeth dragging over your pulse point before he bites down, moving over every inch of exposed skin, lips, tongue, teeth working together to mark you up as his. By the time he's done, your skin is hot and tingling, littered with bruises and bites, proof of his ownership.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him in, and the groan that rumbles in his chest is vibrating against your lips as he deepens the kiss.

His hand drags down your body, rough and possessive, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt before shoving it up, exposing skin to the cool air.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," he mutters, his lips trailing down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing just enough to send a shudder raking through you.

The hard line of him is impossible to ignore, hot and thick against your thigh and you arch up into him, reveling in the way his breath hitches and how his hands move, restless and greedy. Rough, calloused from years of hard work and they trace over your skin with a kind of reverence that makes your stomach twist.

Mike's grip tightens on your wrists, pinning them above your head as he presses his forehead to yours, his voice dipping low, rough.

"No one's coming to save you now," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your mouth.

Your breath catches, a slow, delicious heat coiling low in your stomach. "Is that so?"

Mike hums, dragging his lips down, keeping on pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your throat.

"You’re now mine to do whatever the fuck I want with," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “…and you don't even know the half of it, your Highness."

Your head tips back, a moan threatening to escape, but Mike is quick, dragging his mouth back to yours, swallowing the sound before it can leave your lips. His tongue presses inside, deep into this demanding kiss.

A set of fingers dip lower, pressing into you with a slow, torturous precision. You gasp against his mouth, your back arching off the mattress as he works you open, his touch impatient, unrelenting.

You try to bite back a noise, but he catches your reaction immediately, smirking as he adds another finger, stretching you, pressing deeper, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You grip his wrist, nails digging into his skin. "Stop teasing."

Mike chuckles, low and dark, but there's a glint in his eye now, something sharp and wicked.

"You don't give orders here, prince."

Your stomach flips, your cock twitching at the way he says it. His movements grow more insistent and purposeful. His free hand grips your thigh, spreading you open beneath him, and you're already trembling and on the verge of coming undone beneath his touch.

When he finally pulls his fingers away, you barely have time to register the loss before he's pressing the thick length of himself against you, dragging the head over your entrance, teasing you with slow, deliberate movements.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his voice nothing but a rough whisper.

"I'm the one in charge."

He pushes inside.

The stretch is sharp, overwhelming, your body adjusting around the thick length of him. No matter how many times he's had you like this, the feeling of him pushing inside, stretching you open, always leaves you breathless.

"Jesus," Mike grits out, his fingers digging into your hips as he sinks deeper. "You're taking me so well."

You can't even form words, can barely breathe, your body tightening around him as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. He groans, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he exhales, breath warm against your skin.

His first thrust is slow and deliberate, making sure you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls before pulling back and slamming in again, the force knocking the air from your lungs.

"Fuck—"

Mike grins against your skin, his pace quickening, each thrust hitting deep, rough, unrelenting. His grip on your hips is bruising, his breath ragged as he fucks into you with single-minded determination, as though he wanted you to feel every inch of him with each thrust.

You could barely respond through clenched teeth, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your head falling back against the pillow as pleasure rippled through you with each powerful thrust. His name escaped your lips in a breathless moan and the sound seemed to drive him wild

Mike groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest and into you, as his hips began to move faster, the control he had been clinging to slipping away. One hand slid down to grip your thigh, lifting your leg higher around his waist to allow him deeper and you cried out at the new angle, your body arching against him.

His other hand slid up your body, pausing to tease your nipple before moving to cradle your jaw.

His hips snapped forward again, harder this time, and a deep groan escaped him as he buried himself to the hilt. His hand slid down your body, gripping your waist tightly as he began to move faster, his rhythm building into something desperate and primal.

The friction was almost too much, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you, building into a heat that coiled low in your belly and he seemed to sense it, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he leaned in to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

His tongue delved past your lips, exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched the movement of his hips. He swallowed your moans, his teeth catching your lower lip as he pulled back.

Your body locking up as pleasure consumes you, your release spilling between your bodies. Mike groans, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own high, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slams in one last time, his release spilling into you in hot, pulsing waves with a broken, guttural sound.

The room is still thick with heat, air heavy with the scent of sex and the shared breaths between you. Mike hasn't moved much, his body still draped over yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress like he's too spent to even consider shifting.

"You good?" you murmur, running lazy fingers through his messy hair, feeling the way his breath stirs against your neck.

Mike grunts, barely lifting his head, his lips brushing against your collarbone in something too lazy to be a kiss, but too deliberate to be anything else. "Too tired," he mutters. "You're my problem now."

You snort, pitching his side. "I'm your problem? Pretty sure you're the one who kidnapped me, villain"

He huffs a laugh, finally shifting just enough to glance up at you. Forehead glistening with sweat just like your own, his eyes still heavy-lidded with exhaustion and something more.

"Yeah, well," he shrugs, "if I remember correctly, you didn't put up much of a fight."

You roll your eyes. "Was I supposed to?"

Mike smirks, shifting so he's hovering just enough to look down at you, his hands lazily tracing the curve of your waist. "You should know better by now," he murmurs, his voice dipping into that low, teasing register that always gets to you. "I like when you put up a fight."

Heat flickers down your spine, but you refuse to let him have this one so easily. Instead, you lift a brow, lips quaking into a smirk of your own. "Someone was moaning pretty loud for a guy who claims to like resistance."

Mike freezes.

You feel the way his grip tightens, his breath catches before he exhales sharply through his nose. His jaw shifts, lips pressing together in a tight line like he's running damage control inside his head.

You grin. Got him.

But instead of getting flustered, Mike does what Mike always does. He retaliates.

With no warning, he shifts, rolling you onto your stomach before yanking you back against him in one swift motion. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest, his lips ghosting over your ear

"You really wanna test me right now?" he murmurs, his voice low, gravelly, edged with amusement before clapping a hand over your mouth.

"Alright, that's enough outta you," he mutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You can hear the smirk in his voice, feel the way his chest rumbles slightly with quiet laughter.

You bite his hand.

"Ow—Jesus," Mike pulls back, shaking out his fingers. "Did you just—did you seriously—“

"Don't dish it if you can't take it, rogue," you shoot back, rolling over to face him with the smuggest grin you can muster.

Mike glares at you, but there's no heat behind it, just that familiar exasperation you know he secretly enjoys. He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm too tired for this," he grumbles.

You chuckle, shifting so you can rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath you. His arm comes up instinctively, draping over your shoulders, fingers tracing mindless patterns against your skin.

Excitement lights up your insides to see how he gets his revenge.

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