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ebonytails Ā· 3 months ago
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lettucedloophole Ā· 1 year ago
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hi apologies if youve alr made a post abt this (if u have, then maybe u can add a link to that specific post?) but i just wanted to ask for ur perspective bc this is smth i keep getting hung up on and i rlly only trust u to answer:
why would abolishing gender be harmful to trans ppl if transphobia stems from emphasis on traditional gender roles, and the abolishment would further their focus on relieving dysphoria thru physical sex change instead of relieving it by having to conform to sociological femininity and masculinity as a means to adapt in this patriarchal society?
thank you for taking the time to read and answer this <3
no worries! i haven't made a post about this before since no one's asked, but i'll answer it right here for you.
the answer is, it wouldn't be harmful. abolishing gender would ultimately be the best for everyone, but especially lgbt people & women. however... the contextualization of this point is what makes or breaks it. let me explain--
trans people have a negative reaction when people discuss abolishing gender not only for the same reason cis people might (a kneejerk reaction to protect the status quo), but also for the very valid reason of wanting to defend transness in a transphobic society. it's the same reason why some gay people will react negatively to the fact that homosexuality is a social construct, and therefore cannot be innate; most people use this argument to justify homophobia & patriarchy.
the thing is, to abolish gender, sex must also be abolished as it's the primary method of naturalizing gender. sex is a social construct-- it's not natural. however, terfs and any garden variety conservative will reify gender through the naturalization of sex. they'll say, "cis women and men are natural, but trans people aren't. therefore, they must be eliminated." similarly, "heterosexual people are natural, but gay and bi people aren't. therefore, they must be eliminated." eliminated can mean killed or, forcibly dissolved into the "natural" categories via bullshit self-loathing propaganda.
a really easy way to understand why this is so upsetting to trans people is just comparing their situation to gay people or women's, really, as they are so similar. if you walked up being like "wow i cant wait for gays to be abolished<3" ofc people will assume you mean it in a homophobic sense rather than a complicated, radical feminist sense, and if you're focusing on the abolition of minority groups in particular, it does likely stem from bigotry. not saying that you've said anything like that lol, but those examples are the best way i can illustrate the point.
also, everyone on the internet hates radical feminism, so regardless of how eloquently you explain your point & how sensible it is, if you associate it with radical feminism people will ignore what you say, misinterpret you so severely that it seems deliberate but could very well be internet stupidity, and also throw tomatos at you. šŸ˜­ radfems, matfems & a handful of marxist, anarchist, intersectional fems + womanists are the only ones i trust to not be covert antifeminists.
last p.s.: we don't know what a society outside of patriarchy looks like. assuming people will continue getting sex changes assumes the existence of a natural sex binary, though it's possible people may change "sex" characteristics as they please. trans people's issue is not only being forced into gender roles, but a hatred of transness which puts them into a catch-22 regarding survival under patriarchy-- they're "reifying patriarchy" if they transition, but plagued with dysphoria, martyrs to a post-patriarchal world centuries away from us if they don't. perhaps, a similar scenario would be if you told a gay or straight person to simply see people as gender/sexless and to experience attraction, to give affection as though we lived in a post-patriarchal society-- it just wouldn't be possible, and for the gay person who is particularly vulnerable under patriarchy, it would more likely be traumatizing. dworkin put it so succintly in woman hating...
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i hope that wasn't too repetitive or long, i just wanted to be thorough. admittedly, this is kind of a loaded answer if you aren't familiar with sex as a social construct, so if you have anymore questions, feel free to ask!
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sierrale8ne Ā· 3 months ago
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paige bueckers x black!fwb!oc next part here
nsfw // 4.3k words, dom!paige, sub!oc, use of marijuana, tongue play, oral/face sitting, fingering, overstimulation, tribbing, use of vibrator, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, fingering, filth tbh.
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venus šŸ’ 3 attachments: 3 videos
venus šŸ’ heard ur back in ct and i fucking miss you so come see me? we can do some more of thisā€¦
pherbo Iā€™m omw pretty lady, I missed you too
By any and all means, Venus and Paige were not dating.
They never hung out outside of their hookups and most certainly didnā€™t text about anything other than free time, sex, boundaries, sex, weed, parties, and how could I forget: sex.
Or at least it started that way.
They had met through one Paigeā€™s many teammates, during one of the many late nights where Venus fell victim to her side hustle and was supplying randoms on campus with some wonderful weed.
Paige wasnā€™t what one would call a smoker, but she dabbled in it from time to time (sure she was an athlete but she was also a college student); and one faithful night, when she found herself in dire need of a high she sent the girl a text. Except rather than only getting weed, she received what was probably the best head of her life. An orgasm so powerful she probably blacked out for a few seconds. It started a very deep and consistent sneaky link relationship. They both used one another for sex, and very shamelessly at that.
Venus sat at the barstools in her apartment after arriving back home from running some errands, her tattooed hand rolling a nearly perfect blunt. The humidity of the Connecticut heat causing her to only wear a thin, white, cropped tank top and some True Religion shorts. She didnā€™t think much of the videos she sent to Paige, she had been a tease the entire time the blonde was away, this was not her first time filling her messages with vulgar texts.
But Paige? She definitely cared.
The sight of the girl she so desperately craved with her legs spread in the drivers seat of her car. The 95Ā° heat covering her body in a sheen of sweat as she trailed her hand underneath her shorts. Paige could assume that Venus was soaked, as the wet spot in her jeans practically gave her away. She was saying something nasty into the air, the microphone picking it up, but Paigeā€™s eyes were simply glued to the screen. The second video, where her shorts had now been discarded and her pink cotton panties were pulled to the side; fingers lolling in and out of her dripping pussy. It nearly made Paigeā€™s heart beat out of her chest.
And the last video was probably Paigeā€™s personal favorite. It was a shortened clip from the last time they were together, nearly a month ago. Venus on all fours, tits bouncing, back arched, and her legs spread so wide as she got absolutely recked by the blonde and her strap. The video turned her on so bad she had to watch it again when she got in her car. She simply couldnā€™t get the image of her ass out of her head. To hear Venus moan out ā€œPaigeā€ along with repeated curses made her body heat up tremendously. Her girl, crying out her name, in their sex tape. It was unreal.
Paige was in walking into Genoā€™s office with Aubrey and Jana when the texts came in, it was a very close call and a blessing that they didnā€™t get a glimpse of the vulgar videos on her phone, and that she sported an air-pod in her ear.
After three long hours and practice had ended, Paige sped the entire journey to Venusā€™s home, rushing up her stairs before barging into the apartment. She kicked off her Nike slides with ease, before navigating the apartment sheā€™d known very well and finding Venus seated in her kitchen.
ā€œDid you lock my dooā€”ā€
ā€œShut up.ā€ Paige cut her off, spinning the girl around in the stool she sat in and pressing her lips to Venusā€™s. Her lips tasting like strawberries and the slight smell of weed wafted to her nose as well. Venusā€™s tongue was soft, warm, and so wet. The girl practically salivating over Paige and the feeling of her soft lips.
Venus groaned against the blondeā€™s lips, snaking her hand to hold the girls slim waist while Paigeā€™s wrapped around her neck squeezing it with her large hand. The feeling of their tongues clashing forcing a similar groan to come from Paige. The athlete pulled away, nearly whimpering at the sight of Venus and her swollen lips. The girl stuck her tongue out hungrily, Paige meeting it with her own, before sucking the muscle in her mouth. The scene so nasty and pornographic it had both of them falling apart into a puddle, arousal sticking to the insides of their thighs. Saliva had spread to outermost corners of their lips.
ā€œYouā€™re so fuckinļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ fine. What the fuck?ā€ Paige laughed, finally breaking their vulgar exchange and moving her hand from Venusā€™s neck.
ā€œI donā€™t know if youā€™ve ever looked in a mirror.ā€ Venus commented, turning her chair back around so she no longer felt so little under Paigeā€™s gaze. She reached for the blunt she rolled bringing it to her mouth and lighting it. She took a few puffs, the feeling of the substance in her lungs relaxing her body almost instantly.
Paige took it from Venusā€™s lips, placing it between her own. ā€œI gotta take a shower, V. We can finish this in a minute, aight, baby?ā€ Handing the girl her blunt back.
ā€œDo you have to?ā€
ā€œVenus thatā€™s nasty. Iā€™m all yours when I get out.ā€
ā€œFine.ā€ Was all she responded with, practically huffing as she shooed Paige off to her bedroom to get clean. Though she really didnā€™t care. Venus was so hungry for her she wouldā€™ve taken her right there in her kitchen, sweat and all.
She stayed put in her seat, her growing high making her needier and needier. Paige on the other hand, post shower, was getting dressed in the spare clothes she had left the last time she had paid Venus a visit;boxers and a grey hoodie, before mindlessly snooping around.
She had gotten a better look at all the framed photos that decorated her dresser, jaw slightly dropping when she saw the framed photo of Venus and herself clad in signature UConn navy cap and gowns. Paige in a white button up and dress pants, and Venus in a flowy white dress with white strap up heels. The pair matched in smiles as they stood by one another.
Paige had known that their original fuck buddy agreement had completely changed over the last nine months. Overtime, their scheduled hookups led to sleepovers, and weekend trips. They were no longer just hooking up, a different level of intimacy that had been achieved. It was scary, that all it took was a little lotta bit of sex, for Paige to fall harder for Venus, but she had her in a way that no one else did. She would be grateful for what she had.
The blonde girl kept snooping, before seeing the red vibrating toy that she didnā€™t know the girl owned, innocently sitting on Venusā€™s bedside table. She smirked, calling out for her and asking her to come to the bedroom before taking a seat on the edge of the bed; vibrator in hand behind her back.
Venus sauntered into her bedroom, looking as delicious as ever. The girlā€™s slightly toned abs on full display, and highlighted even more by the sweat that adorned them. A blunt between her clear polished fingers and her lashes falling heavy on her red eyes.
Paige didnā€™t have a kink for body mods per se, but she definitely was wildly attracted to the ones that adorned Venusā€™s body. The full tattoo sleeve on her right arm along with the piercing at her navel was one thing, and the dermalā€™s on her back drove her insane whenever she had Venus in doggy. But the blondeā€™s absolute favorite? The snake bites on her tongue. The feeling of the cool metal running across her neck, abs, and pussy was almost otherworldly. Paige fell speechless whenever she thought about it.
ā€œGot some new jewelry, you like?ā€ Venus asked, gesturing to her stomach. The silver butterfly jewelry decorated with three smaller diamonds, the way it dangled was mesmerizing.
ā€œAlways.ā€ Paige responded. The girlā€™s voice was low, she was lusting over her like an animal. ā€œI saw our picture on your dresser.ā€
The blunt made its way back between Venusā€™s lips. She smiled, picking up on the small blush that coated the girlā€™s ivory cheeks. ā€œWe look cute right?ā€
ā€œWe look like a couple.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s what my mom said when she saw it. Remind me to introduce you two.ā€
Paige was slightly taken aback, but she had to keep her composure. ā€œYou want me to meet your mom?ā€
ā€œI mean, sheā€™s met all my friends. I should probably introduce her to the one Iā€™m around damn near everyday, right?ā€ Venus shrugged, fumbling over her words as she searched her brain for some sort of reasoning. ā€œUnless thatā€™s too personal for usā€”ā€
ā€œItā€™s not. I donā€™t mind.ā€ Paige cut her off, nervously biting her lip.
The pair smiled awkwardly at one another, more matching grins adorned their features. Paige called her closer with her pointer finger, bottom lip still tucked between her teeth before clearing her throat.
ā€œUm, I saw something else in here too.ā€ She spoke, not giving Venus a time to respond before pulling the toy from behind her back. This is what she was here for anyways, sex. Not the flirting and nervousness that came with having feelings for her. ā€œWhat you using this for? You know Iā€™m a call away.ā€
Venus tried to hide the heat that came to her face, embarrassed that Paige had her favorite intimate toy between her hands. Though embarrassed, Venusā€™s current intoxication masked it well.
ā€œIā€” well you were on the cruise, andā€”ā€
ā€œShow me.ā€ Paige spoke, slapping the toy into Venusā€™s palm and taking the blunt between her own fingers, taking a drag with a smirk. Even being underneath her at that moment, Paige still held so much dominance over the tattooed girl. She knew that, and always took advantage.
ā€œShow you?ā€
ā€œUh huh. Show me how you fucked yourself when I was gone, V.ā€
Venus was under a spell. She did whatever Paige asked almost immediately. So she brought her hands to the hem of her tank top, letting the material drop between them. Her full tits made Paigeā€™s mouth water, nipples hardened by the blondeā€™s strong gaze. Her shorts followed, shimmying them down her thighs. Left in her panties, Venus opened her legs slightly, showing off the wet patch between them before taking them off and letting them join the rest of her clothes.
Finally lying in bed on her back, Venus spread her legs to reveal her sopping wet cunt. Her clit swollen and covered in arousal. She turned on the vibrator, it was only on the lowest setting, but the feeling of it up against her clit made her let out a whine.
ā€œI havenā€™t even touched you yet and look at how wet you are.ā€ Paige cooed. ā€œMissed me so bad you had to use this? I bet it didnā€™t even get you off like I do. Did it?ā€
ā€œMm, oh fuck. No, Paigeā€”ā€
The nature of Paigeā€™s words was something that made her feel even more pleasured. ā€œI know it didnā€™t, baby. Turn it up a liā€™l more.ā€ The athlete demanded, shifting her position to finally pull the black boxers off her hips and the hoodie off her body, leaving her in just a sports bra.
Venus followed her directions, turning it up a few more notches. ā€œP-please, Paige, please.ā€
ā€œWhat do you want, ma?ā€
ā€œI-I wannaā€”fuckā€”taste you. I wanna taste you, P.ā€ The girls voice was shakey. The vibrations on this low of a setting did nothing to soothe her desires, she needed something more.
ā€œYeah? Want me to let you eat my pussy? Cum all down your throat, right? Thatā€™s what you want? Want me to sit on your face, ride that pretty tongue you got?ā€ Paige teased, straddling her waist.
Venusā€™s hips bucked against the vibrator, lip tucked between her teeth as she looked up at Paige. The athlete began slowly grinding her hips down against Venusā€™s abdomen, the snag of her clit against her piercing made her jolt.
ā€œAnswer me, V.ā€
ā€œShit, Yes! Please! I want you, want you on my tongue so bad, P.ā€ Venus whined, desperate for any extra touch, any excuse to soothe her growing oral fixation.
Paige reached behind her, pulling the vibrator off Venusā€™s clit and tossing it nearby. She scooted her body up Venusā€™s torso before hovering her pussy over the girls face. Her eyes shifted growing darker.
Paige took the blunt from the nearby ashtray, grabbing the lighter as well and re-lighting it, sticking the substance between her lips and taking a few puffs. She was teasing. Slowly rotating her hips over Venusā€™s face as if to mock her.
ā€œStop fuckinā€™ moving.ā€ Venus attempted to demand but it came out as a whimper.
Paige didnā€™t listen. Slowing her movement to brush her clit against Venus lip, a dramatized moan living her lips. Finally tired of the antics, Venus reached for the girlā€™s waist, pulling her flush to her face and attaching her cunt to her lips.
She was soaked. Her arousal effortlessly dripping onto Venusā€™s tongue and down her chin as the girl ate her out like a last meal. Paigeā€™s moans coming out low and deep at the feeling of the cool metal on her tongue running through her pussy.
ā€œAww yeah, baby. Just like that. Youā€™re doinā€™ so good.ā€ Paige praised, her head slightly tipping back as she moved her hips faster.
Venus on the other hand had her thighs spread as she brought a hand between them. Paigeā€™s groans and taste spurred her on more, she applied more pressure on her clit before slipping two fingers inside.
ā€œYouā€™re such a fuckinā€™ slut. I taste good?ā€ Paige sunk a hand into Venusā€™s hair, wrapping it around her hand before lifting up so she could speak.
ā€œYeaā€” mā€™ my God you taste so good.ā€
ā€œStick your tongue out, for me.ā€ She asked, and Venus did so, allowing Paige to grind her clit on Venusā€™s piercing. She was growing breathless and Venus groaning against her didnā€™t help. ā€œThis what you wanted? Wanted me to put my pussy in your mouth, right?ā€
Venus reluctantly removed her fingers from inside of herself, dedicating her attention to making Paige cum. Her high spurring her on further, she was so desperate for the girl to cum on her tongue she would do whatever. Her fingers, coated in her own slick slipped inside the blondeā€™s pussy as she sucked on her clit. Swirling her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
ā€œImma cum, fuck, Iā€™m gonna cum, V.ā€ Paige whimpered, gripping the girls hair harder and tugging her closer.
Curling her fingers to hit that spot, Venus nearly melted away when Paige finally came on her tongue, broken moans and praises falling from the blondeā€™s lips went straight to her pussy. She was dripping onto her sheets. She didnā€™t stop pumping her fingers nor did she stop moving her tongue, still eating the girl out just a bit slower now.
When Paige had finished riding out her orgasm, she broke free of Venusā€™s grasp, reclaiming her spot straddling her waist. The blunt they were sharing was long forgotten, now tossed somewhere on the bed. Paige knew Venus would be pissed, so she just decided to make her forget.
She leaned over, tongue out as she licked her own cum off of Venusā€™s chin. Humming at her own taste and following that by connecting their lips.
The sloppy exchange seemed to be full of nothing but spit swapping. Maybe being high made them even nastier in this moment, but truth was they were also just feins for one another.
Pulling away sloppily, Paige doted soft kisses onto Venusā€™s jaw, before rising in vigor when she reached her neck. She sucked dark purple marks across the girlā€™s brown skin. Occasionally meeting the skin with a bite. Paige smirked, a dark chuckle leaving her lips. ā€œMā€™gonna fuck the shit outta you.ā€
ā€œYeah?ā€
ā€œYeah. Show you why itā€™s just me. You donā€™t need that fuckinā€™ vibrator, you donā€™t need some other girl when you got me.ā€
Venus wasnā€™t clueless to Paigeā€™s obvious possessiveness when it came to her and their arrangement. She wasnā€™t necessarily opposed to it. It was nice to have someone be protective over her in this way, she wouldnā€™t mention it though.
ā€œItā€™s only you, P. You know that.ā€ Venus panted.
Paige shot up, straddling Venusā€™s right thigh and letting the left rest on her broad shoulder. She rolled her hips forward, meeting the girlā€™s sloppy cunt with her own. She was so damn wet, arousal instantly dripping to her thighs.
ā€œWeā€™re never going this long without sex again.ā€ Paige groaned, feverishly rutting her hips. The friction was a beautiful feeling, Paige had wondered why they didnā€™t have sex like this more often. The intimacy of being pressed against each other in such a manner was addictive, she wanted it all the time.
Venus was so sensitive that the touch had her legs shaking and stomach convulsing. She sat up on her elbows getting a better look at the mess between her legs. Her cunt glistening, the noise of their clits against each other bouncing off the walls.
Before getting to know the girl more personally, Venus never understood the overwhelming campus obsession with the blonde basketball playerā€” from both guys and girls. But after a few conversations, which all shamelessly led to sex, she got it. Paige was a charmer. She knew just what to say and just what to do to have Venus falling for her apart for her.
ā€œSuch a pretty girl.ā€ Paige mumbled, pulling her eyes off of where they connected and up to Venusā€™s flushed face.
Venus reached up to Paigeā€™s covered chest, muttering slurries of, ā€œtake it offā€ until the blonde slowed her hips and pulled off her sports bra. Venus was happily met with the sight of the girlā€™s supple breasts, hardened pink nipples instantly being tugged on by Venusā€™s fingertips. ā€œGo faster, fuck me faster. Please.ā€ She whimpered, locking eyes with Paigeā€™s blue ones.
ā€œFuck, V.ā€ The blonde groaned, pushing Venusā€™s leg further back as she ground her hips faster. The stimulation at her nipples more than enough to make her let out another loud moan. ā€œThere ya go, chase it, baby. You got it, Venus.ā€
Her name fell from Paigeā€™s lips so smoothly. She listened without a second thought, bucking her hips against Paigeā€™s clit some more. The action of her leg being pressed against her stomach adding a different type of pressure there. Eyes rolling and moans free falling. Paige hadnā€™t heard her being this loud in quite some time, nearly screaming when Paige added more pressure in her movement.
She was hellbent on getting Venus to cum. She would work for hours if thatā€™s what it took. Her head leaning back, letting more moans fall directly into the smoke clouded air. Paigeā€™s hand grabbed hold of her neck, pushing her further into the mattress until Venus was whimpering at the sensation and they were both soaking one another and the sheets. ā€œIā€™m not playinā€™. Keepā€”fuckā€”keep moving or I swear Iā€™ll stop.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t.ā€
ā€œYeah you can, ma. Just fuck me back.ā€ Paigeā€™s words were blending together, her dominance as present as ever, but it was still clear she was just as close as Venus was. ā€œMy dirty girl, you like it when I fuck you like this?.ā€
Venusā€™s tattooed hand reached to grip at her grey bedsheets as the other trailed to Paigeā€™s slim waist. Her fingers gripping and guiding her a little too tight that bruises would definitely form in a few hours. ā€œI loveā€” I love it. So good, Paige.ā€ She fought to keep her eyes open and maintain eye contact with the woman above her, but it was hard with her orgasm approaching.
Nothing could stop the whines and whimpers that left her mouth as Paige sloppily continued fucking her, the blondeā€™s orgasm nearing as well.
ā€œIā€™m gonna cum, P. Donā€™t fuckinā€™ stop!ā€
ā€œCum all over me, mama. Want it so bad, wanna feel you cum. Please, give it to me.ā€ The blonde panted, sweat dripping down the bridge of her nose. ā€œAh shit, V, please.ā€
Their bodies nearly shattered as their orgasms rushed through them like a wave. Paigeā€™s nails dug into Venusā€™s thigh as she stilled. The marijuana lacing their veins made it ten times more powerful, Venusā€™s eyes rolling back as she covered Paigeā€™s cunt in her cum. ā€œOh my Godā€¦ā€ Paige gasped, bringing a hand down between their legs and running her hand through Venusā€™s folds and collecting the mixture of their cum on her fingers.
ā€œYouā€™re so nastyā€”ā€
She was cut off by the blondeā€™s lengthy fingers slipping into her mouth, catching her by surprise but she welcomed them eagerly. Venusā€™s tongue swirling around as their creamy arousal coated her tongue. Paigeā€™s other hand dipping between her legs again and prodding at her hole before sliding in.
ā€œCan I keep fucking you, baby? Please?ā€ Paige rambled, voice hoarse from her post orgasm state. Her fingers drove into Venus with ease, toned arm flexing constantly had the girl in a daze.
Venus pulled Paigeā€™s fingers from her mouth allowing her to finally moan out the way she wanted to. She was such a slut under Paigeā€™s blue eyed gaze. ā€œOh my God!ā€ She cried, the overwhelming feeling making her jaw fall slack. ā€œPaige!ā€
ā€œI wanna see your pretty face when you do it again, give me one more, ma.ā€
Paigeā€™s fingers jabbed into that gummy spot again and again until Venus was gushing all over the sheets, letting out soft moans and whining chants of ā€œah, ah, ah!ā€
ā€œShh, just listen to how much youā€™re cuminā€™ for me.ā€ Paige said, her hand, once in Venusā€™s mouth, now clamping over it and keeping it closed. ā€œWetting your bed up like the slut you are. Youā€™re mine though arenā€™t you, baby?ā€
Screaming out into Paigeā€™s hand, Venus came again, tears staining her cheeks and cum staining her thighs as she nodded at Paigeā€™s words. Her cum spilling around Paigeā€™s fingers, the white ring around those knuckles made Paigeā€™s eyes turn to hearts. Paige was right: her vibrator couldnā€™t come close to giving her the orgasms she just did. Her breathing erratic and eyes fluttering shut as her legs trembled.
ā€œP-Paige, itā€™sā€” sā€™tooā€” fuck! Stop! Too much.ā€ Venus whimpered, eagerly clawing on the blondeā€™s strong bicep with one hand, and attempting to push her fingers out with the other. But Paige kept going, slowing down her fingers just a bit but still applying crazy pressure to Venusā€™s clit.
ā€œYouā€™re mine. You hear me? This pussy is mine. Nobody gonna ever make you feel the way I do.ā€
ā€œIā€™m yours, P! I promiseā€” holy shit iā€™m gonna cum.ā€ Venus cried, her stomach convulsing and eyes squeezing shut. ā€œPaige, please. I canā€™t.ā€
ā€œLook at me.ā€ The blonde asked, spreading the girlā€™s legs wider and Venus came one more time, jaw slack as she had no more moans to give. Her legs shut almost immediately and Paige smirked at the girl underneath her. She had effectively proven her point all while making the girl of her dreams drift off to cloud nine.
Reluctantly, Paige pulled out her fingers before feeding them into her mouth and sucking them clean. The sight forcing multiple groans from Venus under her.
Tears staining cheeks. face all flushed out and bloodshot eyes now even more red (if possible). Paige looked down at Venus in admiration, she was the only one to ever get her to cum like that: and she took great pride in it.
ā€œI want a kiss.ā€ Venus voice now gone from all her screaming. She spoke softly, not really knowing how else to subtly ask her partner for a kiss, so she opted for being very direct.
ā€œOh, Iā€™m sorry, baby.ā€ Paige apologized, wiping the remaining tears from Venusā€™s cheeks. ā€œCan you say please?ā€
Rolling her eyes, Venus smiled. A short ā€œpleaseā€ escaping her mouth. Paige happily leaned into her, removing her legs from in between Venusā€™s and hovering over her. The blonde placed a soft kiss to her lips, their tongues almost instantly meshing together. Venus moaned at her taste on Paigeā€™s lips, sloppily kissing her back in an attempt to catch her breath as her legs hooked around the athleteā€™s waist.
ā€œAww, you like how you taste?ā€ The blonde chuckled.
ā€œShut up. Freak.ā€ Venus was too fucked out and definitely too high to keep up. She pulled away and nestled her head into Paigeā€™s neck, wrapping her arms around the girl and lazily flipping them over to straddle her. ā€œIā€™m yours, huh? Sounds awfully relationship like to me.ā€
ā€œAre you complaining?ā€
ā€œI-I donā€™t know.ā€ Venus admitted, ā€œI like it when youā€™re possessive, even though you pretend youā€™re not. Youā€™re obsessed with me.ā€
Paige adjusted her head to look up at Venus rather than her body, her eyebrows furrowed. All the words she wanted to say: I want to be with you, I need you, I love you, all suddenly getting stuck in the back of her throat. ā€œMaybe I am.ā€ She decided to respond with. ā€œCrazy ā€˜bout you, I canā€™t lie.ā€
Venus hummed, slightly nodding her head as she looked at her, unable her growing blush. ā€œI might be crazy ā€˜bout you too, P.ā€ Her fingers traced over the hickies sheā€™d left across the ivory skin. ā€œWe made such a mess.ā€ Venus laughed, briefly changing the topic.
ā€œWe can clean it up later. I wanna cuddle.ā€
ā€œPaigeā€”ā€
ā€œNo.ā€
ā€œā€”This bed is filthy, and I need to shower, and we said no more sleepovers.ā€
ā€œJust ten minutes, Venus.ā€ Paige wined, pulling Venus to lay down next to her, her blue eyes drinking in all of Venusā€™s gloryā€” somehow finding her even more gorgeous in her fucked out state. ā€œIā€™ll be outta your hair after, I promise.ā€
ā€œFive minutes. Thatā€™s it.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll take it.ā€ Paige mumbled, draping her arms around Venus warm body and shutting her eyes as she rested her head on Venusā€™s shoulder.
It was not only five minutes and Paige definitely did sleep over again.
authors note this is my first time posting on tumblr, so hopefully you guys enjoy it. iā€™m thinking of making this a short series maybe 3-4 parts (mostly all smut, freaks) i have a part two in my drafts, so lmk if you want some more of pherbo and venus! (i imagine venusā€™s fc to be @/killmarni iykyk sheā€™s so bad šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø)
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loveandpeaceanddoughnuts Ā· 5 months ago
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Sorcerer!Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader
While fighting a curse you're hit with an aphrodisiac. Nanami comes to your rescue but the effect doesn't wear off after he exorcises the curse, uh oh! [ao3]
cw: dubcon (aphrodisiac), brief tentacle-y curse, hurt/comfort
wc: 2897
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You could do missions like this in your sleep. It was just bad luck, really. Nanami had reluctantly agreed to split up with you after you convinced him things would be much faster this way. And besides, you could handle yourself, you thought. Famous last words, and all that...Ā 
The curse had been hidden in the attic, its bulbous eyes glowing faintly in the musty dark. It surprised you, wrapping a long limb around your ankle before you could muster the cursed energy to defend yourself. You managed to cut off the appendage with a sword thrust, but the place where it had touched your skin burned cold. A tingling feeling crept up your leg.Ā 
You turned back to it furiously, cursed energy flickering to life in the palm of your hand. But before you could advance, your leg went numb with a jolt. You hit the ground hard, dead weight from the waist down. It must have some sort of paralyzing defense mechanism, one that was steadily creeping up one side of your body.Ā 
Four more dexterous limbs shot from the darkness, clamping around your wrists and ankles. You cried out as they pulled taut, lifting you helplessly off the ground.Ā 
ā€œFucking hell. One of these perverted ass cursesā€¦ā€
As you writhed, the appendage curled tighter around your wrists, shifting to hold both above your head in one tentacle-like grasp. The newly freed one snaked its way along your jaw, pulsing steadily forward despite your attempts to jerk away.Ā 
Your skin crawled at the contact, a vaguely wet invasion of cool flesh. It pressed against your lips, seeking entrance. You snapped your teeth, trying to keep it out, but it flattened itself to slip past your clamped jaw. The moment it got through, lolling fat and heavy on your tongue, something clicked off in your head. Your defenses melted away, replaced with an overwhelming need.Ā 
A trickle of slick oozed slowly between your legs, your cunt suddenly clenching around nothing. A far-off, faint voice in your head begged you to resist, that the curse was using some sort of aphrodisiac to lower your defenses, but the voice faded into silence with a tender caress from the tentacle in your mouth.
You hung limply, eyes half-lidded as your awareness narrowed to each point of contact between the curse and your body. You needed to feel more of it- wanted it so badly you ached. The curse complied, its wide eyes still blinking from the dark corners of the attic as its appendages opened you up, spread and suspended in the center of the room.Ā 
Self-preservation fled your body, and your desperate writhing slowed to a stop. The curseā€™s tentacles slunk down your arms and legs, tugging roughly at your uniform. The sound of ripping fabric seemed very far away.Ā 
A fire was steadily building in your gut, licking outward until your whole body cried out for release. You needed an orgasm more than you needed escape, needed air, neededā€¦
Nanami.
The sorcerer appeared in the room like a vengeful god, rage twisting his chiseled features as he spotted you. He swung his blunt sword into the body of the curse where it hid, effortlessly ripping it apart with his ratio technique. He didnā€™t wait to see if the blow had landed, of course it did, he was Nanami, before running for you with a shout of your name.Ā 
Exorcised, the curse dissolved in a slow crawl, wet limbs becoming black char, then emptiness. The curl of slick muscle around your ankles and wrists disappeared and dropped you hard to the wooden floor. You gasped and choked as the tentacle that had been probing your mouth followed them.Ā 
Nanami was at your side in seconds, his practiced hands checking for injury. You were too far gone to notice the way he trembled in relief as he found none. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders, studiously keeping his eyes averted from your shredded uniform.Ā 
With the curseā€™s invasive touch ripped away, you were left even needier, the aphrodisiac burning through your system. You whined high in your throat, blown pupils locked on the sorcerer leaning over you with such concern. His shoulders heaved with exertion, stretching his tight blue dress shirt. You wanted to sink your teeth into the leather of his harness, a suddenly ferocious urge that hurt.
You surged up on your knees, clinging to the bottom of his jacket. Your mind was blank except for the thought of getting him between your legs, using him to fill the impossible void in you. ā€œNanami.ā€ You panted. ā€œNanami, fuck me. Plea-hah-please. Please fuck meā€¦ā€
Nanami pried your fingers off his suit, looking down in horror at your dazed, needy expression. ā€œYou- I- what?ā€ He bent down and grabbed your face in his hands, searching for your sanity. His voice was sharp with worry. ā€œDid that thing hurt you?ā€
You shook your head quickly, frustrated that he was talking instead of shoving you down and filling you. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, aching, wet, and so painfully empty. ā€œNot hurt. Just,ā€ you shifted in his jacket to swipe two fingers between your folds, searching for a hint of relief. ā€œJust wanna, need to- fuck I need to cum so fucking bad-ā€Ā 
Nanami staggered, blindsided by your begging. He quickly realized that the curse had done something to you, hadnā€™t just overpowered you by brute strength. The sorcerer swore under his breath. He had to fix this. He couldnā€™t linger on how close he was to your exposed skin, the way your blush slunk down your neck to the top of your chest, maybe even lowerā€¦couldnā€™t take advantage of you like this, no matter how many times he had wondered exactly what you looked like naked. What you sounded like under him. The blonde bit his lip hard, swallowing his want.Ā 
He knelt down next to you and pulled you into his side, rubbing your back a little roughly as he tried to soothe you. ā€œListen to me. Youā€™re under the influence of something, a residual part of the curse. You donā€™t know what youā€™re saying.ā€Ā  You tried to squirm tighter against him, your hands scrabbling for any part of him you could grab and yank closer. Nanami was gentle as he caught your wrists, folding your clutching fingers into his palm.Ā 
ā€œMmmngh please Nanami, need it so badā€¦ā€ you whined. ā€œNeed-hah- need you so fuckinā€™ badā€¦ā€ He swallowed hard and the twitch of muscles in his neck made your mouth fall open.Ā 
Heat rushed through his body when he saw you pressed against him like that, glossy lips parted, skin bare under his jacket, your chest heaving with little panting breaths. He felt his cock jump in his slacks and hated himself for it. ā€œPlease, you have to listen to me.ā€ His voice cracked. ā€œIā€™ll help you, get you back to campus, Shoko will know-ā€
You caught him by the tie and dragged his mouth to yours, crashing into him sloppily. Your tongue lolled against his lips, desperate to taste him, to get inside. Nanamiā€™s eyes blew wide, then fluttered shut as he reached for the back of your head and held you to himself. You felt the rigid planes of his body relax, his lips impossibly soft, kissing you back almost lovingly- before he snapped back in control.Ā 
You felt like crying as he tore away from you. ā€œWhat the fuck, come back, canā€™t-ah-ā€ Your need was a black hole and you were falling into it, torn apart, spaghettified. ā€œPlease help me, please, wonā€™t make it back to-ā€ you shuddered and fell back, head rolling.
That brought him back, corded arms supporting your neck and knees as he lowered you to the ground. When you met his gaze through the swirling fog of your arousal, it felt like an electric shock. ā€œKento,ā€ you murmured, drooling a little down the side of your chin.
Goddamn it, why did you have to use his first name? He wiped away your drool with the back of his hand, brushed your hair off your forehead. He dragged one hand down his face as he sat down heavily beside you. ā€œDoes it hurt? What youā€™re feeling?ā€
To your credit, you tried to rally your two remaining braincells to answer him. You cast your focus down your body, trying to name the raw ache that was pulsing in you. ā€œNot exactly p-painā€¦ā€ you grimaced, pressing your thighs together and lifting your hips, trying to escape the pressure. ā€œA little, maybe? I just-hah- just need. Need more than anything. Canā€™t- canā€™t breathe for it.ā€ The incoherent explanation was all you could offer him, unsure yourself if you needed to be fucked, to cum, or just to ride out the ravaging desire.
You tried again to cum against your own fingers, slipping in the sopping wet of yourself when you reached down. Hot tears pricked at your eyes when it wasnā€™t enough, hardly a bucket on the inferno even when you squelched three fingers in. ā€œGod damn it!ā€
Nanami was staring, frozen, as you fingered yourself. His sharp cheekbones and the tips of his ears were stained a dark red. He groaned softly as you dragged your fingers out, his own fingers twitching to hold you when you arched your back and cried out in frustration. It hurt to see you like this, hurt even more to not be able to fix it.
ā€œWhat can I do?ā€ He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, steeling himself to an impossible task. ā€œTell me what you need, please.ā€ His voice was ragged, frayed at the edges, but he couldnā€™t keep watching as you suffered like this.
You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle the scream that a new wave of lust ripped from you. The anxious tilt of his head, the tick of the muscles in his clenched jaw, the way his broad hands reached for you, they felt like blows to the chest. And it hurt so good.Ā 
ā€œKento, please. Iā€™m begging you. Please fuck me- mmmnghhh-ā€ you moaned into your hand, arousal seeping down your thighs, puddling on the edge of the jacket you still wore.
He sucked in a slow breath and pushed aside the jacket to reveal your body underneath. His first, slightly hysterical thought: you really did blush all the way down. You bucked your hips up under his gaze, silently begging him to come closer. He placed a tentative hand on your hip but jerked back when the tiny action made you moan as if he was bottomed out in you. Sweat beaded at his hairline and rolled down his back. Almost unconsciously he whispered, ā€œThis isnā€™t how I imagined our first time.ā€Ā 
It wasnā€™t how you had imagined it either, and you had imagined it plenty, but the part of you that mightā€™ve cared about that was long gone. You grabbed Nanamiā€™s hand and pressed it against your aching pussy, slicking him in your juices. You hissed through clenched teeth, ā€œNeed it now Kento,ā€ and yanked him closer again by his leopard-print tie.Ā 
He seemed to understand you that time and shook his head as if making a decision. ā€œThis is just to help you, okay? I canā€™t- donā€™t know what else to do. Iā€™ll buy you dinner, later, take you out for real. Earn it.ā€ He shifted to free his throbbing cock from his slacks as he made the promise, not sure if you were even hearing him.
Nanami lined himself up with your soaked cunt, sliding his swollen head along your folds. Your arousal collected on the tip, and he stroked himself hard a few times, coating his shaft in your wetness as a makeshift lube. He always had been methodical. He planted his hands on either side of you, caging you in as you writhed underneath him, needing more more MORE.Ā 
ā€œAre you sure you want this?ā€ He asked, biting his full bottom lip. True, you werenā€™t exactly yourself right now, but he wasnā€™t going to take chances. Wanted to be sure that this was the best he could do for you, right now.
ā€œGod yes, wanā€™ you so bad Kento,ā€ you slurred, lifting your hips to meet him. ā€œNeed you toā€¦hah- fuck this outta meā€¦ā€
He bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, sliding inside you at the same time. You shrieked at the relief of fullness, finally, every twitch of his cock and brush of his lips amplified by the aphrodisiac. It felt like you were being broken apart and put back together, your body rebuilt to fit his length perfectly. You instinctually locked your legs around his back, earning a huff of surprise from the blonde as he was bent over you and pushed deeper.Ā 
ā€œAre you okay?ā€ He groaned into your hair, dragging himself out ever so slightly before rocking back in all the way.
You clutched at his neck in response, running your fingers frantically over the sharpness of his undercut. The closeness of him was overwhelming you, your senses heightened by the curse. You could smell his aftershave and the vague vanilla of his cologne, taste the green tea he had had with breakfast, the metal and salt of his fear-sweat from thinking he could lose you to the curse. You sucked it all in like air. His hands anchored you to the ground as you bucked and squirmed against him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock when he didnā€™t keep moving.Ā 
The dim haze of your mind worked out that he was waiting for a response still, noticed the twist of his lips and wide, worried eyes behind the glasses. ā€œY-yes, Iā€™m good,ā€ you panted, still clawing at him. ā€œFor fuckā€™s sake, donā€™t-ughh- stop! Need more!ā€
He didnā€™t need to be told twice. Nanami snapped his hips into you, gripping the softness at your waist to drag you up and down on his cock. He didnā€™t usually start like this, fuck, never wouldā€™ve gotten here so fast, but you all but growled at him if he tried to take it slow or make any sort of love to you. So he fucked you. Faster, harder, obeying your whimpered commands like the gentleman he was.Ā 
His long fingers found your clit and rolled it hard, drawing you up and up into the orgasm that had drowned everything else out. He stroked you like he had done it hundreds of times, understanding your body implicitly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your straining neck. He kept up his punishing rhythm as he worked your clit, his thick cock stretching you deliciously, reaching places inside you that had never been touched. The fire inside you reached its peak, and you thought for a terrifying moment that youā€™d combust right there, burning up underneath him. Somehow, you went up and over the blaze, coming undone with a howl that was lost in the expanse of his chest as he held you close.Ā 
You sobbed his name, and it was that, after all the roughness of your coupling, that pushed Kento into his own orgasm. Ever the gentleman, he slipped out of you when he felt his release closing in and came with a broken groan into his fist. Hot spurts of cum spilled from between his fingers, and he stroked your hair desperately with the other hand, his lips at your neck.Ā 
Dimly, he realized that you were still wearing his jacket around your shaking shoulders, and he trembled. Fucking hell.
You blinked up at him, coming back to yourself, the aphrodisiacā€™s fire mercifully quenched. You still felt high on the afterglow of your orgasm, but the realization of the things you said and the way you acted fell into a pit in your stomach. You remembered what Nanami had said about your first time, and the pit grew spikes. ā€œOh, Kentoā€¦ā€Ā 
Nanami looked at you with such relief when your voice sounded like you again, and your heart melted. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking your breath away. ā€œOh god, it worked! Are, are you alright? God, Iā€™m so sorry.ā€ His lip trembled and he tried to steady himself, looking at you with glassy eyes.
ā€œIā€™m okay, Kento. Really, I am. And donā€™t apologize,ā€ you hid your face against him. ā€œThank you.ā€
His broad shoulders shook, his harness creaking with the effort. It took a moment before you realized that he was crying. ā€œKento? Iā€™m okay, I swear.ā€ You pulled away to cup his face, lifting his glasses to thumb away the tears pooling on his long lashes. ā€œI needed you and- Iā€™m the one that should be sorry. I told us to split up,ā€ your voice broke as you started to cry too, and you curled up against him.
You and Nanami held each other tight as the adrenaline wept out of your systems. He hiccuped as his crying softened, and the unexpected sound from the stoic man, somehow stranger than his tears, broke the tension. The two of you laughed, the sound like sunlight breaking through clouds. You used your fingers to shape his hair back into his signature part, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
You leaned back just enough to smile crookedly at him. ā€œI think you said something about taking me to dinnerā€¦?ā€
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evil-lovergirl Ā· 2 months ago
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req. byĀ melxiqz on wattpadĀ .Ā  .Ā  .Ā can i get a uh... dazai x gn reader reader....nsfw...reader has spine... tattoo..
!Ā  Ā  short nsfw drabbleĀ . . .Ā dazai osamuĀ . . . >> includes thigh-fucking [char. giving], begging [char. giving], hickeys [char. giving], dazai is very touch-starved, he really likes your tattoo, like he licks it and shit, he's just a wet cat </3, reader sleeps shirtless and pantless (still wearing shorts/boxers),n dazai is sleeping nude, lowercase intended >> sorry thigh-fucking was literally the only way i could think of where he sees your tattoo. also "laurel" refers to the poisonous laurel flower. i was a little tired of dazai calling reader belladonna every story and the laurel flower is really pretty
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"it's late, 'samu." he hears you attempt to reason with him as he presses his chest against your back, his slender hands already pressing against your chest.
"pleasee? jus' for a little bit, jus' tonight.." he whines as he presses his bulge against your legs, dick already hard and weeping pathetically as he pressed his cheek against your back.
"just for tonight," you relent eventually, knowing that you'd both do this another night again anyway. he lets out a happy sound before one of his hands fall from your chest and down to your thigh as he carefully slips his cock between your thighs, letting out a quiet huff as he slowly begins to move.Ā 
he keeps his eyes shut for a moment before he looks at the back of your head, then his gaze traces down to your tattoo. his eyes traces each inch of the ink-stained skin on your back, hand on your thigh tightening as he speed his thrusts up a bit more.
Ā his mouth lets out another moan or two before he latched onto your shoulder blade with it, teeth gently pressing against your skin before your hand moved to gently swat him off. "don't do that. i can't hear you, then."
he huffs as he lets go before a whine interrupts him, your hand having retreated and gently prodded at his tip between your thighs with each of his thrusts. his fingers are basically clawing at you, even though his nails were much too short and blunt to reach your skin, anyway. he pants, tounge lolling out like a dog before he glanced back at the tattoo.
deciding that, in his fuzzy mind, licking your inked skin was the second best thing he could do if he couldn't suck, he dragged his tounge across your tattoo with whines escaping hing him as his thrusts between your thighs grew faster yet sloppier, mewling whenever the palm of your hand met the sensitive tip of his dick.
"i love you, i lov-e y-youu, soo muc-- ah, ah..!- so much," he whines out, repeating the words like a broken record on repeat, nearing his climax as his fingers dragged across your chest pathetically and his hand tightened and shook against your thigh, leaving behind red marks in their wake.
"i love you too, osamu. won't you cum for me?" and that's what sends him over the edge, loud mix of a mewl and a moan escaping him as he came all over your thighs and the bedsheets, head buried in your back.
"looks like you had fun," you mused as your hand moved away from his spent tip before gently intertwining with his hand on your chest still, but now much weaker.
"i love you, my laurel," he mumbled softly, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily before kissing your back rather gently.
"i love you too, 'samu. go to sleep, unless you wanna clean up now?"
"noooo..."
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dancingbirdie Ā· 1 year ago
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Idk if youā€™re taking requests but if so could you do bottom Astarion with an afab Tav?
Hi hi! Thanks for giving me the opportunity to write more plotless smut! Hope you enjoy xoxoxo.
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Take What You Need
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader
Words: 1K
Warnings/Tags: top!fem!Reader, bottom!Astarion, penetrative sex, penis-in-vagina sex, soft fluffy lovemaking, plotless smut, sweet domestic bliss
Summary: You and Astarion share an uninterrupted bath time, complete with fluff, smut and domestic bliss.
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The bath water had grown tepid, not that either of you noticed. You were too lost in the moment, too love drunk within this brief escape to heaven. How the two of you had managed to carve out such sacred time alone was a true stroke of luck. There werenā€™t many opportunities these days to spend time like this.Ā 
Neither of you were about to waste this gift.Ā 
Straddling Astarion between your thighs, you had an incomparable view of his delicate, pointed features. His lean, muscled chest. The sharpness of his jawline. His beautiful carmine eyes, how they darted about, taking in every inch of you poised above him. You marveled at how the water drops, peppered throughout his dampened curls, glistened in the dancing candlelight. He was stunning, in a tragically gorgeous sort of way.Ā 
ā€œA copper for your thoughts,ā€ he murmured, lifting your hand from the water and drawing your wrist to his lips. His nostrils flared slightly as he breathed in your scent, felt the thrumming of your pulse beneath the thin skin.Ā 
ā€œAre you sure you want to know?ā€ you smirked, watching him lavish open-mouthed kisses against your wrist. ā€œTheyā€™re rather lascivious.ā€Ā 
You felt him twitch and begin to harden beneath you once more. That burning desire deep within you didnā€™t need rekindling, but his subtle movements caused the blood in your veins to quicken nevertheless. Your hips answered him with a gesture of their own, canting down to rut against him.Ā 
ā€œAgain already, darling? Greed is a deadly sin, you know,ā€ he crooned, dipping his other hand beneath the water to touch you where you so desperately craved. His thumb easily found that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs and caressed it with a deft stroke.Ā 
ā€œAnd Iā€™m your supplicant, begging for absolution,ā€ you breathed, rocking yourself into his hand.Ā 
His throaty chuckle at your retort had goosebumps skittering across your exposed chest. You let loose an unabashedly loud moan as he leaned forward to capture your breast in his mouth. He sucked, hard, as his other hand released your wrist to capture your other nipple between his thumb and finger. Between that and his continued ministrations beneath the water, you couldnā€™t help as your head lolled back, mind inundated with the luxury of Astarion touching you everywhere, everywhere that mattered.Ā 
He released your breast with a soft pop, lifting his head to take in your now fully-bared neck.Ā 
ā€œI adore when you get this worked up. You look delicious enough to eat,ā€ he breathed against your chest.Ā 
You knew what he was asking without really asking. You were all too happy to comply.Ā 
ā€œUse me,ā€ you whispered, eyes clenched shut as his thumb continued to flick against you, maddeningly slow. You could feel the blunt tip of him poised at your entrance, just barely parting your folds. ā€œTake what you need.ā€
Astarion laughed darkly at your wanton reply. ā€œSo charitable. I could say the very same to you.ā€
You lifted your head up to stare at him, confused.Ā 
Giving you a devious little grin, he guided one of the hands you had braced on the side of the tub down beneath the water, to where his length stood at attention.Ā 
ā€œTake what you need,ā€ he parroted your words, although they sounded so much sweeter coming from his silken voice.Ā 
Needing no further encouragement, you repositioned him beneath you and speared yourself atop him. Both of you groaned at the sensation of him stretching you once more, that delicious tightness giving way to the even headier sense of absolute fullness.Ā 
Your hands came to rest flat against his chest as you began to move, rocking up and down atop him. Your thighs burned after a few moments, exhausted from your earlier travels, but the dull ache only encouraged you to piston your hips harder.Ā 
The rhythm you had found almost toppled as Astarion pulled you in closer, mouth descending upon your neck as his fangs broke the delicate skin there. That familiar icy feeling flooded your head and upper torso, the perfect contrast to the growing heat pooling in your stomach. You lifted a hand to cup the back of his head, keeping him close as he fed from you.Ā 
In your lust-dulled gaze, you registered the ripples your movements were creating in the water. It was a marvelous sight. An echo of your loversā€™ embrace. A dance made possible only through the two you, joining and parting, joining and parting, over and over.Ā 
ā€œI want to taste you as you come, darling,ā€ Astarion murmured against your neck, breaking your focus on the rippling water. He paused his feasting long enough to slip a hand between you and resumed playing with your clit.Ā 
The added sensation all but overloaded your mind. You whined out a garbled reply, your hips bucking with even more fervor. He met you swipe for swipe, matching pace easily as he bit down once more on your neck.Ā 
You knew you wouldnā€™t last long. It was futile to resist that call to unravel, to explode, to freefall. With a final, frenzied jerk of your hips, you stuttered to a halt as your release barreled through you, taking with it any sense of time and spatial awareness.Ā 
You barely registered Astarionā€™s euphoric groan as he took in the taste of your blood, as his hands clutched at your hips, hard enough to bruise. Pumping into you once, twice more, he found release of his own and clutched you tightly against him. You were a boneless thing, slouching atop him, fingertips grazing the surface of the water.Ā 
After a few moments of blissful silence, Astarion began to stir beneath you. Gathering you in his arms, you could feel his preparation to stand.Ā 
ā€œGoing somewhere?ā€ you murmured sleepily.Ā 
ā€œTaking you to bed, darling, before you fall ill in this cold bathwater,ā€ he returned, kissing your temple and rising from the water with ease.Ā 
ā€œAfter all that transpired here, it would be a heavenly way to die I think,ā€ you yawned, wrapping your arms and legs more tightly around him.Ā 
His laugh, true and full and delightedly boyish, was the last thing you remembered before falling into a peaceful sleep. Ā 
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hellfireloserclub Ā· 11 months ago
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for @steddiemicrofic's prompt "pine"
Forest fire
508/M/content warning drug use.Ā 
ā€œDude, you're pining so much it's like staring at a forest.ā€ Eddie turned his attention to the joint he was rolling, trying his hardest not to get distracted by his own hopeless one sided attraction.Ā 
Steve lolled his head, snaking his mop of hair into the side of Eddie's neck, tickling at the spot right under his chin.Ā 
ā€œI don't get it?ā€ he blinked up at Eddie, eyes hazy with the last round of weed.
ā€œIt's a pun. Pine tree, forest, your pining. Obviously moping over some unrequited love. Did Wheeler turn you down again?ā€ Talk about self sabotage. Eddie wouldn't ever have Steve. He knew that,Ā  but he wanted him to be happy. So he would support him in his romantic endeavours. Cheer him along every step of the way.Ā  Even if it did feel like throwing himself on his own sword.Ā 
ā€œWhat are you on about Eds?ā€Ā 
ā€œYou've been distant all night, practically tripping over that bottom lip of yours.ā€Ā 
Steve shuffled his head deeper into his shoulder, it wasn't snuggling.
Eddie had to keep telling himself that.
It was just cold, and Steve didnā€™t like to smoke joints in the house. The pool house, however, was very much in limits. It had become a regular thing for them both to curl up in the wicker chair and share space, air, breathā€¦
Bad Eddie no, stop it.Ā 
Steve just craved touch when he was stoned, that was all.Ā 
He always seeks you out though. The traitorous part of his mind provided. It didn't help that Steve's breath was ghosting his cheek now as Steve tried to read his expression and understand his words.
The lip reading was also high on the list of things that were out to kill him.Ā 
Steve staring at his lips was sending all the wrong messages to his fragile brain. And Steve would stare all the time even when he was wearing the government issue hearing aids.Ā 
ā€œI don't know why you keep bringing her up?ā€ Steve whispered, eyes narrowing as Eddie lifted the joint to his own lips, lighting it and taking a hit. Without thinking he lowered the blunt to Steve to take a drag. He expected Steve to take it from his hand, but the younger man lent in taking a draw straight from Eddie's fingers, never once breaking eye contact, blowing the smoke back into Eddie's face on the exhale.Ā 
Fuck that was hot.Ā 
Eddie's brain really needed to fuck off.Ā 
ā€œI know. That's why I did it.ā€ Steve was staring straight at him when the smoke cleared, a mischievous grin on his face.Ā 
Brain to mouth filter? Not on Eddie's watch. Apparently.
He quickly pulled another hit trying to hide his flush, but Steve was watching every move.Ā 
ā€œYou should try that move on Nance.ā€ Eddie coughed out.Ā 
Steve reached out gently, pulling them together until Eddie could feel Steve's lips ghosting his own.
ā€œI tried it on you.ā€ Steve rolled his eyes. ā€œBut apparently you can't see the wood for the pine trees.ā€Ā 
Ohā€¦ oh..Ā 
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leclsrc Ā· 1 year ago
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team effort āœ“ļøŽ cl16, cs55
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genre: 18+, pwp (very little plot), filthy, fem!readerĀ 
word count: 3.3kĀ 
It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now youā€™re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing. (sequel of sorts to this but can stand alone just fine)
nsfw warnings under the cut!
18+ becauseā€¦ alright. a threesome, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (M receiving), handjob (F receiving), double penetration (crowd leaves), dirty talk (degradation), crying, breeding, rough sex, size kink, requires suspension of belief regarding the inner workings of anal and positions apologies, spit kink (crowd leaves again)
probably the most requested thing i get, and i felt like practicing my pwp writing soā€”i hope you like it everyone! :) love auds
ā€œHey, you brought the pretty girl,ā€ teases Carlos, a glass of alcohol in hand. He pushes it into Charlesā€™ hand and you watch as your boyfriend takes a sip, vision semi-obstructed by how dark the place is. ā€œMind if I get a picture?ā€
ā€œCourse I did.ā€ Charles smiles, and his left eye drops into a subtle wink. ā€œAnd sure, she begged to come anyway.ā€ His teammate laughs. ā€œNothing I havenā€™t heard before. Come say hi to the others.ā€
Your face turns hot when it registers what heā€™s just said, but itā€™s too late to get a quip in; a gentle hand at your waist is guiding you through the crowd of people, by the DJ booth, and into the seats just beside it populated by several familiar faces. You accept and return a few hellos and heeeys from Lando and Pierre, among others, and when a shot is offered to you by Danny, you take it.
Charles lets you wander around the area for a while to get used to the place, watches you laugh about something with Carmen and try your hand at the DJ table with Lando, combing your hair over to one side. You take a few shots because George feels like ā€œletting looseā€ (he takes two).Ā 
He sees a patch of concealer just below your collarbone; granted, itā€™d have been hidden if you were wearing something less low-cut than your dress right now, but he spots it and he immediately realizes what it is with an amused laugh.
When his eyes glide upward from your cleavage, he finds youā€™re already looking at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth tugged into a pretty smile. He sees you excuse yourself, walking right into his arms, pouting. He tips his glass over to your lips, pours some of his drink in.
ā€œWhatā€™s the matter, baby? Wanna smoke?ā€ He leans against the railing of the VIP area, seating himself there and pulling you close so youā€™re pressed up against him. You inhale his scent, his cologne, nip at his jaw. You always get so touchy when youā€™ve got some alcohol in you.
Thereā€™s a blunt or three being passed around, you smell it. ā€œNothing. I think ā€˜m getting a little tipsy, I donā€™t want to crossfade.ā€ You blink and itā€™s like your eyelids are droopy with honey. The partyā€™s thick with the heady scent of tequila, mixed perfume, weed, and saturated with heavy bass. If youā€™re totally honest youā€™ve lost track of time.
ā€œThere you are,ā€ goes a voice, and you tense.Ā 
ā€œI was looking for you, too, mate.ā€ Your boyfriendā€™s arm reaches to someone behind you and shakes. ā€œGirlfriendā€™s feeling a bit tipsy.ā€ He pulls his hand back in, rests it over your the small of your back.Ā 
ā€œYou okay?ā€ Carlos leans in, his voice hot against your ear. You blink, in a daze of tipsy and hot, nodding. Youā€™re in between them now, still pressed against your boyfriend. Slowly, your head lolls onto Carlosā€™ shoulder, exposing your neck. If you stepped back just a bit, you realizeā€”
ā€”youā€™d feel Carlosā€™ dick pressed against your ass. ā€œA little tired,ā€ you say, opening your eyes to meet your boyfriendā€™s. Normally theyā€™re green, but now theyā€™re so dark you can barely tell. The limited lighting doesnā€™t help. Your knees are weak with the way you resist the urge to grind back onto Carlos, whoā€™s laughing, observing your ditzy face.Ā 
ā€œLetā€™s get you out of here, huh?ā€ Charles smiles. Heā€™s always so sweet. Doing what you want, what you need, a nice guy in that respect. So he can take what he wants later. He and Carlos down the rest of their drinks, and theyā€™re both ushering you out the back exit and directly into the parking lot.
Itā€™s a direct replay of what happened a few months ago, and what happened a few times afterward. After dinners, races, nights outā€”it wasnā€™t too frequent, but enough that it became a thing. Enough, too, that you could grow antsy if it didnā€™t happen for too long.Ā 
Your boyfriend brought a different car today, his Range Rover with a spacious backseat youā€™re being guided into. The lack of heavy bass and strobe lights help you feel more sober, but donā€™t help with the arousal at all. As you climb, your dress hikes up a bit, and Carlos catches a peek of your panties underneath, white and almost see-through, showing the outline of your pussy.
Theyā€™re on either side of you, your breath hitching when they lean in closer, lip caught between your teeth and eyes screwed shut. Your boyfriendā€™s hand grazes your thigh and you spread your legs, involuntary, sighing a low please. Please what, you donā€™t even know.
ā€œYou want this?ā€ Charles asks. He takes things slowly, a dreamy smile on his face, eyebrows knitted together. His hand moves upward, and he runs a few teasing fingers over the lace of your white panties, pressing them harder until youā€™re starting to squirm, breathless ahs leaving your lips.
ā€œPlease,ā€ you say, voice small and desperate. ā€œYes.ā€
Your approval makes them more excited; theyā€™ve both missed this more than theyā€™re willing to let on. Your mouth is half open, letting out noises, eyes half-open; Carlos wonders what youā€™d look like covered in cum. Both his and Charlesā€™, splayed all over your pretty waiting face.
The first time this happened, Carlos watched for the most part. Heā€™d been chained to the driverā€™s seat, listening to the wet noises of Charlesā€™ fingers fucking into you. He made eye cotnact with you right as you came, a long, drawn-out moan leaving your mouth. He fucked you another time. And heā€™s missed the feeling. Heā€™s missed the sight of your fucked-out face, moaning on his cock, or his teammateā€™s, or both.
You press your lips to Charles and he encourages you to part them, slowly deepening the kiss until youā€™re moaning into his mouth, hips bucking up into nothing. ā€œPlease,ā€ you say, ā€œgive me something.ā€ Anything, youā€™ll take anything.
Carlos brings two big fingers to his mouth, laves his tongue over them, and brings them to the apex of your thighs, pushing aside the lace and fucking them into you, one by one. You gasp into Charlesā€™ mouthā€”his fingers are so thick, pumping in and out at a brutal pace without waiting for you to adjust to the strength. You whimper, breaking the kiss because everythingā€™s too much, head leaning back and eyes meeting the grey ceiling of the car.
ā€œGod, sheā€™s wet.ā€ You hear the teasing smile without looking up. ā€œAnd tight.ā€
ā€œI know,ā€ your boyfriend says, smiling as he sucks a hickey onto your throat. Your legs quiver.Ā 
Itā€™s Charlesā€™ voice again, sweet and deep against your ear. ā€œFeel good?ā€
ā€œYes,ā€ you say, nodding eagerly, lifting your head up and looking right at him.Ā 
ā€œThank him,ā€ he orders. They always do this, make you talk and use your words when your brain is all scrambled and going a thousand different directions. Itā€™s only worse when they start talking about you like youā€™re not there, using dirty words and sliding into native languages you canā€™t understand, but they can, and they laugh watching you whimper for more.
ā€œThankā€”thank you,ā€ you whisper, turning from your boyfriendā€™s face to Carlos.
ā€œYouā€™re welcome, princesa. Youā€™re going to make us feel good, too, right?ā€
You nod.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you start now?ā€ The instruction comes from Charles and you follow suit, hands going from your sides to the tents in their jeans, grabbing at the huge bulges there. Youā€™re losing grip, Carlosā€™ big fingers are moving faster, feeling your orgasm approach faster.Ā 
Already? Shiiit, your boyfriend says with a low laugh. Go ahead and cum first, baby. Go ahead.
His words are so sweet, kissing up and down your neck, the stimulation pushing you further until youā€™re cumming from just two fingers. The messy squelch of Carlosā€™ fingers moving in and out of you gets them both so hard, aching to fuck you, take you apart, make your voice raw. Your moans grow louder and louder, legs trying to close around the hand in between themā€”theyā€™re held open by two free hands and you have to lie there and take it.
ā€œā€˜M cumming,ā€ you gasp, tension bursting inside you, pussy contracting around Carlosā€™ digits. You squeeze at their bulges again, wishing you had the coherency to undo the buttons and the zips. They get the message, undoing their jeans just enough to pull out their cocks.
ā€œWanna suck you off,ā€ you say, turning to Charles. Shyly, you add, ā€œBoth of you.ā€
The only way to do that is by kneeling on the limited floor space of the car. Thereā€™s not much space, and you shuffle around a few times, but eventually you find a position, legs folded and on your knees, in between the two of them.
Theyā€™re both looking down at you with dark eyes and devious, teasing grins that feel downright evil, hands wrapped loosely around their cocks. They jack themselves off a few times, and you hoist yourself up higher to watch closely, brows furrowed.
ā€œOpen your mouth,ā€ Carlos says sharply, tone low and rushed. You obey, sticking your tongue out, and watch as he rubs the precum off his tip and onto your tongue. He laughs, looking at your boyfriend. ā€œLook at that. Like that?ā€
ā€œYea,ā€ you mutter, turning a bit to let your boyfriend to the same, letting your spit drip down from the tip so the glide is easier. He slaps your cheek with it, laughs at the way you pout, and advises Carlos to do the same. You turn again, taking Carlos into your mouth until heā€™s prodding at the back of your throat and itā€™s wet all over.
They love seeing you like thisā€”with their precum being smeared al over your shiny, spit-covered cheeks and lips, tongue peeking out to get a taste every time they drag their cocks closer to your mouth. ā€œSheā€™s pretty, isnā€™t she?ā€
ā€œSucks dick like she was made for it,ā€ Carlos says, punctuating his sentence with a quip in Italian. They both laugh as you gag around Charlesā€™ dick, jerking Carlos off messily. Youā€™re choking, precum coating the back of your throat and wrist wearing out.
ā€œYou look so pretty, baby.ā€ Your boyfriend says, grunting with pleasure.
ā€œPretty lips, too, yeah?ā€ Carlos says, his hand shadowing yours and making you jack him off faster.
ā€œShe canā€™t reply, Carlos. Too busy gagging on my dick,ā€ Charles says, and your eyes well up with embarrassment that youā€™ve basically soaked through your panties from their words alone. You want them to cum, cover your lips and eyelashes with them so you can scoop it off and let them watch you swallow it. Be good for them, their good girl.
But they never like cumming if itā€™s not in you, or after theyā€™ve been in you, so you anticipate the way youā€™re guided off your boyfriendā€™s cock by your hair. They tug your head backwards, a bit on the edge of roughly, exposing the column of your throat, littered with spit and lovebites.
Your pussy is getting wetter, dripping through your panties and onto your legs folded underneath. Itā€™s the first thing they inspect when they heave you back into the middle of the backseat, bent over Carlosā€™ lap so your ass is on full display for Charles and, if he cranes his head, Carlos, too.
Itā€™s humiliating. Your mindā€™s so hazy you can barely tell whose hands are whose, groping at your ass, pulling away the lace to reveal your puffy, wet cunt and letting the thin strip of fabric snap back to make you yelp. Two fingers push into you, going fast instantly until youā€™re sobbing for them to slow down. Itā€™s Charles. You can tell because you feel the metal of his rings.
Thereā€™s a third at that point, stretching you out further, getting you even wetter and more desperate. You cum easily, overstimulated, tears rolling down your spit-streaked face as you quiver with it, blinking them away as youā€™re guided back into the middle. They maneuver themselves so theyā€™re facing each other, your pussy right above Carlosā€™ tip, which is just beside your boyfriendā€™s.
Youā€™re itching to sit yourself down, feel the familiar stretch of his dick, big and barely fitting when he stuffs himself inside you. Itā€™s addictive. But thereā€™s something Charles wants to do first, evident because heā€™s not yet letting you ride Carlos, his big hands bruising at your hips. ā€œWeā€™ve done enough to your pretty pussy, havenā€™t we? Your lips, too, that cute mouth.ā€ He coos, almost. ā€œBut thereā€™s something we havenā€™t even touched tonight, baby.ā€
Carlosā€™ hands spread your cheeks apart and Charlesā€™ spit-soaked thumb rubs over your tight hole, causing you to shiver. Oh, God. You squirm above their laps, heart beating with nerves and arousal, pussy rubbing over the tips of their dicks as you go. ā€œIā€™m nervous,ā€ you whimper.
ā€œAw, go give Carlos a kiss,ā€ your boyfriend says, his voice teasing and goading. You lean forward, slotting your mouth onto Carlosā€™ soft lips, parting them with your tongue immediately. He gets you all needy when you kiss him, smiling and enjoying your mindless, needy little grinds. As you kiss him, messy with spit and tongues colliding, you feel fingers teasing you again.
You whimper, Carlosā€™ hands roughly pulling the low-cut top of your dress down to grope at your tits, roughing them up, flicking your nipples. You moan out loud, caught up in the multiple sensations; your boyfriend loosens you up until his finger goes deep, deeper, bottoming out and stretching your ass out.
He collects some of your slick to lube another finger up, stuffing two into your tiny little hole. You gasp with the new feeling, lips open against Carlosā€™, who wraps a hand around your throat to guide you into kissing him again. Distractions. Pleasure.
ā€œJesus, sheā€™s tight,ā€ Charles says, not addressing you at all.
ā€œSheā€™s being really good for me up here,ā€ Carlos replies, squeezing your tits. ā€œTaking everything I give her.ā€
ā€œGive me more,ā€ you beg, licking over his lips until heā€™s parting them to kiss you messily all over again. Youā€™re unaware, lost in the numb pleasure and dull painful stretch, that there are three buried in your ass now. He should prep more, Charles figures, but heā€™s impatient, just wanting to wreck you already, fuck moans out of you until youā€™re crying.
He nudges the tip of his dick against your ass, slipping the head in and listening to your ohhh as he goes, groaning. It hurts, Charles, you whisper, but your whine is swallowed into a kiss.Ā 
ā€œRelax, baby,ā€ he says, gritting his teeth. ā€œJust relax.ā€
Youā€™re so tight, squeezing him so, so tight as he bottoms out.
Youā€™re clenching around him so hard he could cum, pump all his cum in you and watch it leak out. But heā€™s patient. Heā€™s sweet. He lets Carlos finally coax his own cock up your cunt, where the glideā€™s easier, but the stretch now is unfathomable. You blink tears out of your eyes, ones of pain that slowly become unbelievable pleasure, moans spilling forth from your lips, slick gushing out of your puffy cunt.
Carlos thrusts upward, deep, and eventually Charles finds a rhythm too, your legs spread and eyes rolling back with how fast theyā€™re slamming into you. You want to move, you want to avoid the pleasure from how overwhelming it is, the way it feels when they both bottom out at the same time ans you can feel the way your stomach bulges with Carlosā€™ cock.
ā€œSlow down,ā€ you whine, but they only laugh, watching your face grow more sweaty and flushed and debauched.
ā€œFeel good?ā€ Charles asks. ā€œUse your words, love.ā€
ā€œSā€”so fucking good,ā€ you say, words punched out of you thrust by thrust. Carlos leans forward, brings his flushed forehead just flush of yours, both of you bobbing in time with their thrusts, and spits messily into your half-open mouth. Most enters, some splatters over your lips, and your eyes darken with it. Youā€™re certain youā€™ve cum again just from that.
ā€œSwallow it,ā€ he laughs. ā€œBe a good slut.ā€ His eyes break from yours and meet Charlesā€™, and they exchange a few quips in Italian before your boyfriendā€™s hand is raking you backwards, leaning over and spitting again. He pushes your cheek around a little, laughing at your docile, fucked-out face.
ā€œSwallow that now,ā€ he says. ā€œBoth of them.ā€
Obediently, you shut your lips, your whimpers pausing as you swallow their spit down. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment.
ā€œThere you go,ā€ Carlos says. Youā€™re absolutely falling apart on their dicks, wet and messy and hot, your legs quivering with it. Carlos slams up harder, pressing your lips together again so he can feel your moans, hear your cute little voice saying Carlos please let me cumĀ  right by his ear.
He pulls out, moving himself higher to use your mouth instead; the added space gives Charles the opportunity to fully bend you over, on your knees and too weak to use your elbows, face smushed against Carlosā€™ dick. Youā€™re shaking, pussy still trembling and tears of overstimulation rolling down your cheek. Youā€™re struggling to take his dick well, but Charles keeps fucking you, determined to finish.
He pushes you down so your back arches deeper, your lips parted around Carlosā€™ huge cock. ā€œThatā€™s right,ā€ he groans. ā€œTake it, come on, be a good girl for me.ā€ Ā 
ā€œSheā€™s so tight still,ā€ he says to Carlos. The latterā€™s hand strokes over your hair, pulls at it, grips at either side of your throat so he can fuck your face properly. He fucks your throat hard, watches you cough and squirm around his spit-coated cock, his balls slapping your face every time he bottoms out. Heā€™s closeā€”Charles is closeā€”and youā€™ve cum twice again now, pulling off and whimpering Iā€™m cummingā€” before finishing, gushing release all over your thighs.
ā€œItā€™s our turn now,ā€ Charles orders. They pull you off at the same time, and you go on your knees again on the floor, gazing up at them with big eyes and a flushed, pretty face, lips pink and puffy from having just been fucked.Ā 
You reach two hands up and jerk them both off again, both their hands guiding you to go faster, faster and faster untilā€”
You flinch, the first hot spurt landing just on your cheek, then your lips, then a bit on your nose. Somewhere in between, Carlos presses his tip to your lips, coaxing them open so he can shoot cum on your tongue and chin. They lean back, collapsing onto the backseat, heaving sighs.
They both look down at you, your nasty, cum-coated face, smiling up at both of them. Carlos blinks a couple times and then smiles. ā€œHey, mind if I get a picture?ā€
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lesbianextdoor Ā· 9 months ago
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Modern! Mizu x Fem! Reader Headcanons NSFW!
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Im gonna be honest this list was originally just to help me get down Mizuā€™s personality and everything else before I started writing.
I have a hard time writing whenever I donā€™t really have a clear understanding of characters written out in front of me lol
please excuse any misspellings I am very tireddd
. . . .
- A very serious girl, aloof, smart, blunt and says what comes to mind, polite, can be cocky when it comes to something sheā€™s particularly good at. Sheā€™s awkward though and socially unaware
- Caring and thoughtful when you get to know her, type of girl to get you your favorite snacks without even asking. Can get possessive/jealous not in an ugly way but in a cute way, notices when your mood changes and asks whatā€™s wrong immediately
- Is super smart and helps her gf study when she needs it. She prefers quality time over gifts, unless itā€™s hand written letters she folds for those and keeps every single one, even the envelope
- Not really a fashion gal, just wears baggy clothing and slouches a lottt, lots of rings and a few ear piercings on both sides
- Letā€™s her gf dress her up, makeup, hair, etc..
-I would say she does sports occasionally but is more of a gym person
-I envision her as a hot loser lesbian girl who doesnā€™t know sheā€™s hot
NSFW PART ā€¼ļø
Mostly likes to top but if reader gets the chance she actually top Mizu instead since sheā€™s cute asf as a bottom
- Top Mizu makes lots of grunts and just gets lost in the feeling so she stops talking LOLL, lots of breathy moans
- Bottom Mizu is a HUGE whiner and begger, loud asfff makes cute whiny noises (usually doesnā€™t like bottoming cause of how she gets)
-Mizuā€™s gf praises the fuck out of her and basically worships her when she bottoms (she loves her pillow princess)
- When her gf tops she will most likely be tied up (Mizuā€™s gf loves seeing her tied up, writhing and struggling to move as she touches her)
- Mizu is high key a masochist and likes to degrade her gf, her gf is into it, has a breeding kink she is unaware of,
- Mizu was unaware that straps existed until her gf introduced her to the toy. They then the following day went shopping for one (and bought a pretty blue one). Although Mizu felt odd owning a plastic dick, but after fucking w it she felt so powerful. Which lead her to develop a complex about her strap and fucking abilities
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here2bbtstrash Ā· 2 years ago
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Since Iā€™m in lovvvvve with Jimin being all subbyā€¦ may I please request reader sucking/edging jimin off until he begs for her pussyšŸ”„šŸ™ˆ
Thank you and I love youuuu happy jihope month šŸ’œšŸ«¶šŸ¼
HI JAZ ILY šŸ„ŗ i kinda cheated a little bc my brain...... really wanted to write fleshlight porn idk i have no excuse. but i hope this still gives you what you were looking for šŸ„° stan sub!jimin forever and ever !!!!
~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~
pairing: sub!jimin x dom!reader wordcount: just over 1k but i won't tell if u don't contains: subbbbbby jimin, reader is pretty soft w him šŸ„°, edging with a fleshlight hehe, orgasm control/denial, crying, quick mention of brat taming, one face slap, dumbification if u squint, mentions of ownership, teasing, BEGGING, noona kink (sorry šŸ™ˆ), unprotected sex, jimin comes immediately, we love him anyway
~*~
Jiminā€™s got his mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out, showing off the places where heā€™s soft and pink the whole way down.
Eyes closed, lids flickering, keeping time with the pace of his hips. Twitching, shaky, humping up into the toy in your hand as you work it over his cock. The slide is easy, his shaft slick from his own mess of precum and the thick squirt of lube you prepped him with.
Thereā€™s a loud squelch for every sloppy pass of silicone down his length, a dirty fucking sound, but Jimin is too gone for the sour-shame shivers that drew his nipples up tight when you first started pumping him. Heā€™s chasing the feeling entirely now, all animal. Brainless.
You want to take him in your mouth and bite downā€“ on the fat muscle of his tongue, the weeping head of his flushed-dark dick, everywhere.
Chew him up and spit him out, pretty baby boy.
ā€œY-yeah,ā€ Jimin pants, tongue thick in his mouth. ā€œOh, fuck.ā€
The muscles of his thighs roll and flex as he fucks himself closer, his cock rabbiting up into your grip, strokes punctuated by desperate little whines, wet gasps. His voice is wrecked, wrung out with pleasure. ā€œJust like that, fuck, fuckā€“ā€
All at once, you pull the toy off and watch as denial crashes over Jimin like a wave.
He collapses against the bed, a shattered groan torn from the back of his throat. Shivering, hips still jerking with enough force to smack his useless cock against the flat plane of his stomach, like heā€™s trying to get himself over that so-close edge untouched. His balls are drawn up tight, surely heavy and aching with pent-up release, enough that a fresh, fat teardrop of it leaks from his slit.
When you drag your gaze back up his body, you find more tears glittering at the edge of his lash line.
You shift up to straddle Jiminā€™s spread, shaking thighs as his hips finally still; youā€™re so turned on you may very well be dripping wetness too.
ā€œAre you going to be a good boy now? Not a little brat anymore?ā€ you ask softly, and he nods, bottom lip twisted between his teeth.
ā€œUse your words.ā€ You know heā€™s not too far gone for it.
ā€œY-yes. I will,ā€ he sniffs. ā€œBe so good.ā€
Itā€™s so easy, the pliant way he moves when you grab his jaw with your hand, tilting his chin up to force his gaze to follow. Doesnā€™t even flinch at the slap you deliver to his cheek, just because you can.
ā€œThen tell me who owns you.ā€
ā€œNoona does,ā€ that sweet little broken voice mewls.
ā€œYeah? Who does your cock belong to?ā€
ā€œNoona,ā€ Jimin answers as you tighten your grip on him again, pressing the blunt edge of your nails into the smooth, soft skin beneath them. ā€œTo noona. My cock belongs to noona.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s right, baby. Itā€™s mine to do whatever I want with. To play with for as long as I want, hmm? Even all day?ā€
ā€œLove it,ā€ he gasps. Thereā€™s a flush to his skin all over, blooming hot want; his chest heaves with it. ā€œLove it when you play with m-my cock all day. ā€˜Cause itā€™s y-yours.ā€
ā€œAw, baby.ā€ That deserves its own reward. ā€œYou are a good boy, huh?ā€
His fingers twist helplessly in the sheets when you flick a thumb over the brown bud of his nipple, just once. It kicks through him like an electric shock, you can feel it, his hips bucking up between your legs.
ā€œYeah,ā€ he whines. Reiterates, ā€œā€˜M yours.ā€
So fucking perfect. ā€œWhy donā€™t you tell noona what you want, then?ā€ you purr.
A tear drips down Jiminā€™s face as he breathes his confession like a sinner. Like heā€™s ashamed to even ask for it, good boy that he is. ā€œWant noonaā€™s pussy.ā€
ā€œIs that right?ā€
All it takes is your thighs spread a little wider for you to sink low enough that the folds of your cunt kiss his glossed-wet shaft. Jimin outright moans when you roll your hips, dragging your pussy along his needy cock once, then again.
ā€œJust like this, baby?ā€ You move slow for the delicious slide of him over your clit, and itā€™s torture good enough to have you both leaking slick.
It takes Jimin three tries to get the word out. ā€œInside,ā€ he finally whimpers. ā€œWant in, noona.ā€
ā€œYeah, you wanna fuck me? Is that it?ā€
A sob wracks his chest as you keep grinding your slit on him, slow-burn sparks popping in your gut as he loses it beneath you. ā€œPlease, noona. Wanna come, wanna fill it up, be a good boy. Please let me in.ā€ Heā€™s babbling, spine arching up like his bodyā€™s pleading too.
ā€œOh, baby,ā€ you murmur. ā€œHow can I say no when you ask for it so pretty?ā€
Jiminā€™s shuddering like a plucked string, as if every inch of him is hovering on the edge of indulgent blackout pleasure. Heā€™s still begging, an endless pleasepleaseplease drooling out over his tongue until you finally, finally line yourself up to the fat head of his cock and let him stretch your pussy open.
Youā€™re halfway down his shaft when he gasps, ā€œIā€™m coming.ā€
ā€œGood boy,ā€ you rasp, greedy for it now as you take him entirely. ā€œGive me whatā€™s mine. Did so good, saved it all for me.ā€
You can feel the hot pulse of his cock squeezed tight by your walls, pouring out thick spurts of cum, giving back everything you worked up in him. Tears spill down his face, the sweet fucked-up relief kind, like his whole body is shattering to pieces, coming all the way apart.
Jimin takes his time with his long-denied orgasm, his hips shoving up in twitchy aftershocks until heā€™s worked his way through the last of it. His cock throbs, spent and empty inside of you.
ā€œWhat do you say, baby?ā€ You reach both hands up to swipe your thumbs over the tear tracks on his face.
ā€œThank you, noona,ā€ Jimin breathes, his voice softer without that raw edge of need coloring his words. He nuzzles his cheek into the palm of your hand, smudges a kiss there too. The creases under his eyes deepen in an afterglow smile, all the desire shot through him now replaced by the molten warmth of praise.
ā€œYou know the rules.ā€
You tip forward to grab your small purple bullet off the nightstand, then let it drop carelessly onto Jiminā€™s torso, where it tumbles down to rest in the hollow dip beneath the swell of his ribcage.
ā€œKeep that pretty little cock where it belongs and make noona come, too.ā€
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perotovar Ā· 10 months ago
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into the beat of the night (interlude) "shake"
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pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: swearing, this is honestly just pwp, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (referenced), overstimulation, frankie being a god damn menace, sub!river this time, takes place sometime after ch6 but could realistically be read as standalone as long as you know they're together. if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 1.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario
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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.
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Frankieā€™s often thought about how lucky he is: his honorable discharge, whatever got him out of Colombia mostly intact, and Marisolā€™s presence when he wasnā€™t sure he had anything to keep going for.
But he thinks walking into that goth club might be slowly making its way up the list for him.
ā€œF-Frankie,ā€ River panted, looking pleadingly up at him with big, wet eyes. ā€œPlease,ā€ they whined. They dug their blunt nails into his shoulder with one hand, and gripped around his wrist with the other. ā€œIā€™mā€“ā€
ā€œShhā€¦ā€ Frankie smirks, speeding up the pace of his fingers. ā€œIā€™ve only got a few more minutes before I gotta leave for work, okay? We still need at least two more.ā€
River groaned, swollen lips parted as they watched those thick fingers of his appearing and disappearing inside of them. They had been at it since Frankieā€™s alarm clock went off early that morning. He woke up in a determined mood, and River lost count of how many orgasms Frankie had given them. Their head lolled back against Frankieā€™s arm, long hair draped over the only thing keeping them upright. Riverā€™s legs trembled, one foot dangling off the dining room table, and the other planted against the surface of the table.Ā 
Frankie watched their eyes glaze over and the blush on their cheeks deepen in color. They were close, he could tell. ā€œYou gonna be good and give me another one?ā€ He grinned, removing the two fingers inside them, a satisfying squelch hitting his ears. River moaned weakly at the emptiness, their chest heaving before they gulped and nodded as they looked up at his face. He pressed the pads of those two fingers against their clit and rubbed in tight little circles. ā€œCā€™mon, baby,ā€ he grumbled against their neck before sucking lightly at the tattooed flesh.
River whined pathetically, their thighs shaking even harder around his arm. The hand that was around his wrist moved to brace themselves on the table. Their fingernails dug into the table as they scratched against the wood. ā€œF-fuck,ā€ they moaned, biting their lip. Blood thundered in their ears in time with their rapid heartbeat. ā€œI-inside, please.ā€
ā€œOnly because you asked so nicely,ā€ Frankie smirked, his bear paw of a hand covering them entirely as he swirled around their clit a few more times. His middle finger teasingly moved from their clit down to their opening at an agonizingly slow pace, making River groan in frustration. He chuckled darkly, slipping the tip of his finger inside them until it was as deep as it could go. Riverā€™s whole body went taut briefly before relaxing, their hips meeting the rhythm his hand was making in a gentle wave. ā€œMmm, very good,ā€ he hummed, kissing up their neck until his lips latched onto their earlobe to nibble lovingly.
The surface of the table between Riverā€™s legs was soaked. Theyā€™d built up a little puddle as Frankie pulled orgasm after orgasm out of them, and it was about to get even worse. Their eyes shot open as the feeling low in their tummy feltā€¦ different. ā€œFrankie,ā€ they whimpered, looking at him with those big eyes again. ā€œIā€™mā€“ Itā€™s notā€“ā€
Frankie looked at their face with mock worry, slipping his ring finger in alongside the middle one. ā€œWhat is it, sweet thing?ā€ He grinned, picking up the pace of his fingers again. Their pussy was loud, wet squelching sounds filling the air around them. He pressed the pad of his thumb against their clit and rubbed hard. Riverā€™s eyes rolled back and they moaned out into the apartment, unable to speak.
ā€œCanā€™t even say anything, can you?ā€ He pouted, his tone saccharine. The arm holding them up moved slightly so he could tangle his fingers into their long hair, the tips running over the back of their neck teasingly. He gripped onto their sweaty hair and forced them to look him in the eye. ā€œYou gonna come? Look at me when you do.ā€
Riverā€™s entire body shuddered as they nodded obediently, biting their lip.
ā€œGood,ā€ Frankie grumbled lowly, watching their face closely. It didnā€™t take much longer after that for their face to twist in pleasure and for their hips to halt all movement as they came hard. Riverā€™s body shook like a leaf as wetness covered Frankieā€™s entire hand. ā€œMmm, thatā€™s it,ā€ he hummed comfortingly, the hand on the back of their head cradling their neck. Riverā€™s hips rolled with the waves of their orgasm, making them whine pathetically. ā€œShhā€¦ā€ Frankie kissed their forehead, keeping his curved nose buried in their hair. They wrapped their shaking arms around Frankieā€™s torso as the last few aftershocks wracked through their body.
ā€œC-canā€™t go again,ā€ they panted, face buried in the fabric of his t-shirt.Ā 
ā€œā€˜S okay, baby, I know,ā€ he smiled, kissing the top of their head. He slid his fingers out of them, one final gush of slick landing in the little puddle on the table. Frankieā€™s hand gripped Riverā€™s hip and pulled their body towards his own so he could hold them for a few moments. They stayed wrapped in each otherā€™s arms for a little while until River came down and could breathe evenly again. ā€œWas a big one, huh?ā€Ā 
River hummed in satisfaction and nodded against his chest. Their hair was messy and sticking to every part of their sweaty body.Ā 
ā€œYou want some water?ā€Ā 
River squeezed their arms around Frankieā€™s soft middle before saying, ā€œYes, please,ā€ in a quiet voice.
ā€œYouā€™re gonna have to let go of me for that, RĆ­o,ā€ Frankie grinned.
River pouted before reluctantly detaching from him. He looked over their flushed face and relaxed body, smiling to himself. He leaned over and pressed his lips to theirs in a gentle kiss, but it slowly built to something deeper. River hummed into his mouth and cupped his cheeks with their hands. Frankie parted and pressed his forehead to theirs. ā€œBe right back,ā€ he whispered, eyes never leaving their face until he stepped into the kitchen next to them.Ā 
ā€œWait, donā€™t you have work?ā€ River asked from the table, pointedly sitting next to the little puddle they created. ā€œAnd could you grab some paper towels?ā€ They added quietly, a blush creeping up their neck.
ā€œI can be a few minutes late,ā€ Frankie said as he came into the dining room, a glass of water in one hand and a roll of paper towels in the other. He handed them the glass first and set the paper towels next to them on the table. He made a little growly sound deep in his chest at the sight, but forced himself not to act on it. He couldnā€™t be that late.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll take care of it,ā€ River smiled shyly, taking a big gulp of water.Ā 
ā€œYou better,ā€ Frankie smirked, hands laying on their thighs as he stepped between their legs again. ā€œWant you to take a shower while Iā€™m gone, okay? And do one of those weird face masks you like so much. Since I canā€™t be here to take care of you properly,ā€ he frowned, kissing their cheek.Ā 
ā€œYes, sir,ā€ River rolled their eyes and pinched his hip. They took another drink of their water and set the empty glass behind them on the table. ā€œYou better go.ā€
Frankie sighed and nodded, giving them one final, proper kiss before he stepped back. He reached the door and grabbed his keys from the little dish on the table. When he looked back, River was leaning on their elbows on the table, one leg gracefully draped over the other. Their tattooed skin was shiny with sweat still and they were perfectly content with staying naked right on his dining room table. A shiver traveled down Frankieā€™s spine at the sight of them.
River waved their hand at him and giggled mischievously. ā€œGo!ā€
Frankie shut the door behind him with a smile on his face, and a tightness in his jeans he hoped would be gone by the time he got to work.
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The Lost Dragon 2 - Enraptured.
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Summary:
Aemond and Vaelys attempt to deal with growing problems in the realm, but a surprise arrival leaves everyone stunned.
Warnings - Kissing, Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - P in V Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Interuptions, Anger, Pain, Blood, Shock.
AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN
Word Count: 3700
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.
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ā€œIvestragÄ« issa rČ³bagon aoā€ growls Aemond (Let me hear you).
Ā ā€œA-Aemond. Oh god. Pleaseā€ moaned Vaelys.
ā€œI know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for meā€ whispered Aemond.
Vaelys arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.
ā€œFuckā€ groaned Aemond, his fingers digging into the flesh of his wifeā€™s hips.
ā€œGod. Yes. Aemondā€ moaned Vaelys, as he began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.
Vaelys took one of Aemonds hands that was on her hip and brought it towards her head.
Knowing what his naughty wife wanted, Aemond placed his large hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress, her back arching beautifully.
His cock reaching deeper inside her as he moved with such ferocity it could rival an animal, his long silver hair unbound, sticking to his sweaty back, his abdominal muscles flexing taut as he pounded into her.
Aemond then grasped both of Vaelysā€™ arms and held them behind her back as he thrust into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoing around their chambers.
Her screams of pleasure muffled by the mattress.
Ā ā€œFuck. Vaelys-thatā€™s itā€ moaned Aemond.
He took hold of Vaelysā€™ hair, twisting his fingers into the messy silver braid before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.
Aemond held Vaelys tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.
One hand grasped her hip, his blunt fingers digging into her flesh. Whilst his other released her hair and moved to her throat, squeezing gently.
ā€œGive it to me pleaseā€ pleaded Vaelys her head lolling back onto Aemondā€™s shoulder.
She reached behind her and tangled her fingers into his silver hair, turning his head towards hers.
Their mouths meeting in a messy kiss.
Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen, as he thrust his cock inside Vaelys.
ā€œI want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-ā€ muttered Aemond as he once withdrew from his wifeā€™s wet heat and propped himself up against the headboard.
ā€œ-Aemondā€ exclaimed Vaelys breathlessly.
Ā ā€œRide meā€ replied Aemond as he pulled Vaelys on top of him. His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.
Ā ā€œOhā€ gasped Vaelys as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.
ā€œThatā€™s it baby, take it. Take all of meā€.
Then the sound of knocking made both of them pause momentarily.
ā€œIgnore themā€ urged Aemond as he placed his hands on Vaelysā€™ hips and encouraged her to keep moving.
ā€œOooh Aemondā€ gasped Vaelys as she rolled her hips against his.
Vaelys dug her nails into Aemondā€™s chest as she moved her hips against his. Aemond let out a frustrated snarl as the sound of knocking continued.
ā€œFUCK OFFā€
ā€œYour Grace-ā€œ
ā€œWhat?ā€ snapped Aemond as he planted his feet on the mattress and began thrusting harder and deeper.
ā€œT-The council has requested your presence at a meetingā€.
ā€œI donā€™t give a flying fuck-Iā€™m busyā€œ snapped Aemond, his fingers digging into Vaelysā€™ hips.
ā€œW-What sh-shall I tell them?ā€
ā€œT-tell t-them-thatā€™s it. Fuck-your taking me so well-my wife, my Queen-ā€ moaned Aemond, his head lolling backwards against the wooden headboard.
ā€œY-Your Grace?ā€
ā€œFUCK-tell them Iā€™m performing my duty as husband, and I shall be there once my desires have been thoroughly satisfiedā€ replied Aemond.
ā€œB-But Your Grace-ā€œ
ā€œI swear the next person to interrupt me whilst I'm making love to my wife will be skinned alive and fed to Vhagar-ā€œ snarled Aemond pausing momentarily.
As no more interruptions came, Aemond resumed his hard thrusts.
ā€œA-Aemondā€ moaned Vaelys as he sat up, moving his hand to her breast and taking her nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive rosy bud.
ā€œThatā€™s it-gods itā€™s so goodā€ groaned Aemond his face pressed against his wifeā€™s soft breasts.
ā€œAemond-ā€œ whimpered Vaelys.
ā€œLet go baby, I can feel you clenching around meā€ exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.
Vaelysā€™ thighs began to burn, as she felt her second climax approach.
Ā ā€œAEMONDā€ screamed Vaelys as she peaked.
Her husband threw her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end, his hands grasping the headboard.
ā€œGod. Vaelysā€ groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed, collapsing on top of his wife, breathing hard.
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Aemond stormed into the council chambers, his usually composed demeanour shattered by his fury. His singular eye blazing with anger as he glared at the assembled council members.
"How dare you disturb my morning with the Queen," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I will not tolerate such interruptions-"
His words were sharp and biting, laced with the intensity of his emotions.
Aemond's temper flared as he strode forward, his steps echoing loudly in the chamber.
ā€œYour Grace-ā€œ muttered Thaddaeus.
"I demand to know the reason for the intrusion," he continued, his voice rising with each word. "And I expect an explanation immediately."
Isembard cleared his throat, his expression hesitant as he addressed the enraged King Consort. "Your Grace-" he began cautiously, "We have received a number of complaints regarding the recent tax increases."
Aemond's eye narrowed dangerously at the mention of taxes, his anger flaring anew. "Taxes?" he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "You dare interrupt my morning with my wife over taxes?"
His fury was palpable as he spoke, his frustration boiling over at the thought of such trivial matters intruding upon his private time. Aemond's temper flared, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to contain his rage.
ā€œIt is a matter of-ā€œ
"-How dare you waste my time with such petty concerns," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you have any idea what I could be doing instead of dealing with this nonsense?"
Isembard recoiled slightly at Aemond's outburst, his own discomfort evident in his expression. "I understand your frustration, Your Grace-" he said carefully, "-But the complaints are becoming increasingly vocal, and we felt it necessary to bring them to your attention as the King Consort"
Aemond's jaw clenched at the explanation, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to regain his composure. With a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, his features hardening into a mask of regal indifference.
Aemond's voice softened slightly as he spoke, the fire of his anger tempered by the memory of his vow to his wife. "I understand that matters of the realm are important," he said, his tone measured and controlled, "But so is the attention that I pay to my wife."
He paused for a moment, his gaze flickering with emotion as he thought of Vaelys and the bond they shared. "Since the loss of Jacaerys-" he continued, his voice tinged with sadness, "-We vowed to make more time for each other."
Aemond's words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the sacrifices that were made in service to the realm. Despite his frustration, he knew that his duty as a husband was just as important as his duty as a ruler.
"I will discuss the complaints about taxes with the Queen on the morrow," he said firmly, "But let it be known that my time with my wife is not to be taken lightly-"
With that, Aemond turned and strode out of the council chambers, his mind already turning to the plans he would make to ensure that he and Vaelys had the time together that they both deserved.
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Aemond stood at the doorway, watching silently as Vaelys bathed. The warm glow of candlelight danced across her skin; casting shadows that only served to accentuate her beauty. His heart swelled with adoration as he gazed upon her, marvelling at the sight of his wife.
She was exquisite, every curve and contour a testament to her grace and elegance. Aemond felt a rush of emotion as he took in the sight of her, his love for her overwhelming in its intensity.
How fortunate he was, he thought to himself, to have such a woman by his side.
Aemond couldn't help but be in awe of her. She moved with a grace and elegance that never failed to captivate him.
As a mother, she was nurturing and devoted, her love for their children evident in every interaction. Aemond felt a swell of pride whenever he watched her with Sovia, Daevyn, Aemon, and Rekara, knowing that they were blessed to have her as their mother.
As a wife, she was his rock, his constant companion and confidante. Their bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by the trials they had faced together. Aemond cherished every moment they spent together, grateful for the love and support she offered him without reservation.
And as a Queen, she was formidable, her leadership guiding their kingdom through times of peace and prosperity. Aemond admired her strength and determination, knowing that she would stop at nothing to ensure the safety and well-being of their people.
In every role she played, Vaelys was nothing short of extraordinary.
With a soft smile playing upon his lips, Aemond lingered in the doorway, content to simply watch his wife as she bathed, his heart filled with nothing but adoration for the woman he loved more than life itself.
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Vaelys shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a small frown creasing her brow as she rubbed at the small of her back. The ache had been nagging at her for days now, and sitting through the council meeting was only making it worse.
As the discussion turned to the issue of taxes, Aemond's suggestion caught her attention. Lowering the prices of grain and other tradable goods would undoubtedly ease the burden on the common folk, she thought, nodding in agreement as he spoke.
But then the topic of livestock was raised, and Vaelys couldn't help but grimace. With more dragons to feed than House Targaryen had ever had, the strain on their resources was becoming increasingly apparent. It was a problem that needed to be addressed swiftly and decisively.
"Perhaps we could explore the possibility of establishing more efficient feeding programs for the younger dragons-" Vaelys suggested, her voice tinged with concern. "-Perhaps we could consider seeking out additional sources of food to supplement their diet."
She glanced over at Aemond, seeking his input on the matter.
Aemond nodded thoughtfully at Vaelys' suggestion, his gaze drifting to the window as he considered the issue at hand.
"Since we allowed the Dragonpit to be open access, the dragons have been given the opportunity to hunt more freely-some of the larger dragons have even taken to hunting over the seas for whales. Mayhaps Vhagar and Vermithor can be encouraged to share some of their spoils with the younger dragons, it would supplement their diet without putting undue strain on our livestock."
Aemond's words were met with murmurs of agreement from the council, and he nodded in satisfaction. "We will continue to monitor the situation closely," he said firmly, "-and make adjustments as necessary to ensure the well-being of both our dragons and our people."
As the rest of the council members began debating about other matters, Aemond's gaze flickered with concern as he noticed the subtle signs of discomfort on Vaelys' face.
Her brows were furrowed slightly, and he could see the tension in her shoulders as she shifted in her seat. It was clear that the pain in her back was bothering her, and he knew it had been troubling her for a few days now.
He reached out a hand to gently touch her arm, his touch light and reassuring. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I've noticed you've been in some discomfort lately."
Aemond's eyes searched hers, his expression soft with worry. He hated to see her in pain, and he would do anything to ease her suffering.
Vaelys offered Aemond a small, reassuring smile, though the discomfort in her eyes betrayed her attempt at nonchalance. "I'll be alright" she replied, her voice calm but strained. "It's just a little backache, nothing to worry about."
But Aemond wasn't convinced. He could see through her facade, knowing her well enough to recognize when she was downplaying her pain. He nodded at her words, but his expression remained troubled.
Turning to Daeron, Aemond spoke with authority. "Daeron, would you please escort Vaelys back to our chambers?" he requested, his tone firm but gentle. "I'll conduct the rest of the meeting in her absence. She needs to rest."
Daeron nodded in understanding, rising from his seat to offer Vaelys his arm. "Of course, Your Grace," he said respectfully, his eyes reflecting his concern for her well-being. "Come, let's get you some rest."
Vaelys offered Aemond a grateful look before allowing Daeron to lead her from the council chambers.
As they departed, Aemond's thoughts were consumed with worry for his wife, determined to ensure that she received the care and rest she needed to recover from her discomfort.
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As the council meeting began to wind down there was a sudden flurry of activity at the sudden arrival of Daeron, his expression panicked as he burst into the room.
"Aemond! It's Vaelys," he exclaimed breathlessly, his voice filled with urgency. "There's something wrong with her."
Aemond's heart clenched in fear at the news, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Without a moment's hesitation, he leapt to his feet, his chair toppling over behind him as he raced from the room, his only thought to reach his beloved wife as quickly as possible.
As he approached their chambers, the sound of Vaelys' screams pierced the air, sending a chill down Aemond's spine. He broke into a run, his heart pounding in his chest as he threw open the door and rushed to her side.
"Vaelys!" he exclaimed, his voice hoarse with panic as he knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. "What's happened? What's wrong?"
ā€œIt hurts-ā€œ sobbed Vaelys.
Aemond's heart clenched with helplessness as he beheld Vaelys on her knees by the bed, her cries of agony tearing through him like a dagger. He turned to Daeron with a sense of urgency, his voice strained with desperation.
"Daeron, go! Fetch the Maester immediately," he commanded, his tone urgent and fraught with worry.
Daeron nodded quickly; his own expression filled with concern as he dashed from the room. Meanwhile, Aemond knelt beside Vaelys, his hands hovering over her trembling form, unsure of what he could do to ease her suffering.
Vaelys winced as another wave of pain washed over her, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. She turned to Aemond with pleading eyes, her voice strained with agony. "Aemond, please-help me out of this dress," she whispered, her words barely audible over her cries.
Aemond nodded, his heart aching at the sight of her suffering. He reached for the laces of her dress, his fingers fumbling with the tangled knots in his haste. But as frustration threatened to consume him, he made a quick decision.
With a determined glint in his eye, Aemond withdrew his dagger from its sheath, his hands steady as he carefully sliced through the fabric of her dress. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room, but Aemond paid it no mind as he worked to free Vaelys from her constricting garments.
"There," he said softly, his voice tinged with relief as he helped her out of the ruined dress.
Gently, Aemond guided Vaelys to lay on the bed, his arms supporting her with tender care. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her pain evident in every strained breath she took.
"Easy now," he murmured, his voice soothing as he adjusted the pillows behind her to make her more comfortable. "Just relax, Vaelys. The Maester will be here soon, and heā€™ll take care of you."
"No, Aemond," Vaelys gasped, her voice strained with effort as she clutched his hand tightly. "I can feel something-down there. You need to have a look."
Aemond's heart skipped a beat at her words, his mind racing with disbelief.
But he knew there was no time to waste. With trembling hands, he shifted his gaze downward, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the unmistakable sight of a baby's head emerging.
"Gods," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur. "Vaelys, you're-you're giving birth."
ā€œW-What?ā€ gasped Vaelys.
Aemond squeezed her hand tightly, his fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and awe. "You can do this, my love," he urged, his voice filled with unwavering faith. "Squeeze my hand and push with all your strength."
With a determined effort, Vaelys pushed with all her strength, her face contorted with exertion as she fought through the waves of pain. Aemond stood by her side, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her summon every last ounce of her courage.
"You're doing amazing, Vaelys," he murmured, his voice filled with pride and awe. "Just a little more, my love. You've got this."
And then, in a rush of relief and disbelief, the moment finally arrived.
With one final push, Vaelys brought their child into the world, a tiny, silver-haired babe.
Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he beheld his son for the first time, his heart overflowing with love and wonder. He reached out with trembling hands to take hold of the newborn, his eye brimming with tears of joy.
"I can't believe it," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "We have a sonā€.
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As Aemond cradled their newborn son in his arms, Vaelys lay back on the bed, her breaths still coming in ragged gasps from the exertion of childbirth. The Maester examined her with a practiced eye, checking for any signs of distress or complications.
"How could I not have known?" Vaelys murmured, her voice laced with disbelief. "I didn't feel any different, no morning sickness or anything-I still had my monthly bleedings."
The Maester nodded solemnly, his expression sympathetic as he continued his examination. "It's not uncommon, Your Grace," he explained gently. "Some women experience what's known as a hidden pregnancy. The symptoms can be subtle, or sometimes even absent altogether."
Vaelys let out a soft sigh, her brow furrowed with confusion. "But how is that possible?" she asked, her voice tinged with wonder. "To carry a child without even knowing"
The Maester offered her a reassuring smile as he finished his examination. "It's a rare occurrence, to be sure," he replied. "But it does happen from time to time. The important thing is that both you and the babe are healthy".
"But what about-the wine and the food?" she asked hesitantly, her voice tinged with guilt. "I didn't know I was-I must have consumed things that I shouldn't have, what about the moon tea. How can we be sure that didnā€™t have an effectā€
The Maester offered her a gentle smile, his tone reassuring as he laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Your Grace, while it's always best to err on the side of caution, many women have enjoyed the occasional indulgence during pregnancy without any harm coming to their babes," he explained calmly. "As for the moon tea, it is a mystery for sure-but from what I can see, your son appears to be healthy and strong, albeit a little smaller than usual."
Vaelys let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she took in the Maester's words. "Thank you, Maester,"
Aemond however had been on pins since the surprise arrival of their son.
"Maester, you mentioned after Rekara's birth that Vaelys shouldn't have any more children," he began, his voice laced with concern. "Is there any risk to her health now?"
The Maester considered Aemond's question thoughtfully before responding. "Your Grace, while it's true that Vaelys faced certain risks after Rekara's birth, it seems that the blood of the dragon works in mysterious ways," he explained calmly. "Despite the challenges she faced then, Vaelys is doing remarkably well now. Her health appears to be strong, and there are no immediate concerns."
ā€œBlood of the dragon indeedā€ muttered Vaelys as she gazed at Aemond who was still cradling their son.
ā€œI just canā€™t believe it-I mean it doesnā€™t seem realā€ exclaimed Aemond.
ā€œYour telling me-you think I would know I was with child or at least know I was in labour; Iā€™ve been through it enough times beforeā€œ replied Vaelys as she shifted on the bed.
ā€œIt seems as though our byka zaldrÄ«zes wanted to surprise usā€ whispered Aemond (Little Dragon).
ā€œConsider us thoroughly surprised-ā€œ muttered Vaelys.
ā€œWhen do you think he was conceived?ā€ asked Aemond.
"It must have been just before the battle of the Stepstones," Vaelys murmured, her brow furrowed in thought as she looked up at Aemond. "When everything was so uncertain, and we didn't know what the future held."
Aemond's breath caught in his throat at the mention of the battle, his mind flashing back to the harrowing events that had unfolded on those distant shores, the sacrifice that was made.
"What shall his name be, Your Graces?" Ā asked the Maester, his voice soft and respectful.
Aemond's gaze met Vaelys', a silent exchange passing between them as they considered the question.
After a moment, Aemond spoke, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling within "Jacaerys,"
With a tender smile, Aemond carefully placed their son into Vaelys' waiting arms, the babe nestling contentedly against her chest.
Vaelys' eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she nodded in agreement, her voice choked with emotion. "Jacaerys," she echoed softly.
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rodolfoparras Ā· 10 months ago
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Blue collar Price returning home from work all exhausted and sweaty and tired, kicking off his boots and just collapsing on the couch, so you gotta massage his feet, kiss him all over and maybe reward him for being such a good and diligent worker šŸ˜Ŗ
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Price saying you donā€™t have to do anything for him heā€™s just happy to take care of his boy but those very same words have you kneeling down on the floor, before sliding his cock in your mouth
Youā€™re in no rush to get him off heā€™s not even fully hard on your tongue but he absolutely loves the heat of your mouth loves watching you work yourself up and down his soft cock, using gentle hands to fondle his balls
And his head is lolled back, blunt nails clawing at the old couch he loves so much while bucking his hips up into your mouth, the only words escaping his lips are ā€œthank you ..thank you..ā€
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airytaurus Ā· 1 year ago
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placements in my birth chart that just make senseā­ļø
šŸ«¤virgo asc- now this one I relate too in some parts well mainly Iā€™m only a teenager a still need too grow into my rising sign but also I guess I donā€™t pay attention too my characteristics that much lol. But I am definitely critical of the smallest things and notice everything and anything, perfectionist especially when it comes too something I love , I have a very awkward/shy appearance at first , definitely that RBFšŸ¤­gets nervous and anxious over the smallest situations no matter what itā€™s literally my biggest annoying trait about me. I also tend too over analyze things especially people because their energy gives it off I also am very and I mean very adaptable no matter what which I think is a good trait every one should have , plus I make good conversations with people but Iā€™m not that approachable but the few friends I do have yea Iā€™m also I am very resourceful and can find anything out in a second.
SCORPIO MOON- this is definitely the most controversial moon sign apparently and I see why from some angle firstly I am a easily jealous person and holds an insane amount of grudges (going to therapy for that) and I have issues being fucked over in friendships mainly. But besides the negatives about scorpios I am loyal and trustworthy of my friends and always supporting them no matter what and always be by their side , I communicate and expect reciprocation because a friendship should be 50/50šŸ˜. Also I resonate more with my moon sign because it sounds more like me in so many ways like I want a deep and emotional connection with people I always like being a safe space for someone plus I always feel the need too have control over everything even my overthinking 3H moon thingsā™ļø.
taurus sun- letā€™s see I fit every stereotype lollā€¦ nah but most do what I read about taurus is so me literally I love food , being by myself , chilling doing absolutely nothing and equality along with keeping everything together and stabilized. I value my alone time and being with the people I love even my expensive taste in clothes , shoes basically anything materialistic and I hate people who tell me what to do constantly itā€™s makes me slow down even more , I am hardworking and my main goal is too work and get $$$$ too afford my expensive lifestyle. I am very mellow , down -to- earth and realistic asf I hate people that play dumb or just oblivious to their surroundings itā€™s ANNOYINGšŸ˜.
10H MERCURY IN GEMINI- letā€™s just start off by saying I am a chatterbox when Iā€™m around people I feel comfortable with literally anything and everything will have my talking for HOURS. I legitimately can sit and talk about shit I donā€™t know most of the time like itā€™s something Iā€™ve been doing , I make no sense and make lots of jokes and very versatile with my conversations no topic makes me uncomfortable at allšŸ˜„. I also can be judgmental when people talk because some people just sound dumb when they talk itā€™s like no way these people are REAL???!! I also when I talk filter what i say at times or how I say it but for the most part I am blunt and realistic with Iā€™m saying which I think everyone should do , I also love teaching or guiding people with knowledge or fun facts itā€™s my strong suit and makes me feel good.
1H virgo Saturn- bruhh all these years Iā€™ve wondered why Iā€™m so insecure or donā€™t like being in the spotlight that much or just had so much self doubt and now Ik whyšŸ˜­šŸ§. I am overwhelmed by how I look or how I am dressed or my appearance, I make everything a 2 hours makeup routine because the slightest bit of overthinking has me like ā€œok I have too look goodā€. But Iā€™m also an achiever and have some sort of self confidence and too myself which I think is good and I am assertive when I need to be.
Uranus opposition ascendant- no wonder why relationships give me the biggest cringe because I canā€™t stand be told what to do or have my freedom monitored every time I go somewhere. I am attracted or drawn too strange and weird people and strange/eccentric are drawn to me igšŸ˜­plus Iā€™m surprised I have this aspect because I am a committed type but at the same time give me my space and freedom dawg I find being independent in a relationship is so hot and attractive.
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thunderxleafart Ā· 4 months ago
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Heya Thunder, hope everything is well on your end!
Do you mind dropping any 8 x 9 headcanons you have?
Hey, thanks for checking in! :)
I'm doing alright, just trying to get back into the art groove LOL Hope everything is well on your end too! ^^ As for your question, I'd absolutely LOVE to drop my 8 x 9 headcanons >:D ~ 8 x 9 Headcanons ~
-Unlike 10 x 11, I see their relationship as more of a slowburn/"Will they won't they?" type dynamic. -The events of "Donald's Duck" is really what kicks off any romantic feelings; they bounce off each other so well, it feels so natural and good and-oopsie! Now they're catching feelings!
-No one was quite sure what to make of their little thing at first; are they a couple or just really good friends?? They act like an old married couple sometimes, but then again they really could just be friends.... - Donald is also just a flirt in general which only confuses things more LOL - They don't actually "get together" in any sort of romantic sense for quite a few years. There's a lot of dancing around and neither really make a definitive move. Donald is too much of a flirt and, admittedly, not the best when it comes to dealing with deeper feelings, and Duck doesn't want to "ruin" this good dynamic they have by reading into things too much. (After all, Donald's so charming he could prolly get anyone he wanted, why would he want Duck of all engines?) (Safe to say, most of Donald's genuine flirting went right over Duck's funnel as a result LOL) - Eventually one of them just kind of blurts it out and the other goes; "Wait... you thought I didn't like you back???" Hilarity ensues LOLL - Donald is definitely the kind of witty, charming flirt that will turn into a spluttering mess if someone he genuinely likes shows any interest back. And Duck finds that absolutely adorable/very endearing. xD - Donald is one of the only engines who gets away with calling Duck "Monty". He also uses a slew of other nicknames/pet names, including; Sweetcheeks, Sweetheart, Darling, Duckie, Darling Duckie and Waddles. (Jokingly) - Duck doesn't use pet names but doesn't mind the ones Donald's given him. (Honestly he kinda loves it) - Dilly is basically Donald's daughter and Duck is her step-dad. It's a whole thing LOL - Duck is always able to tell the Scots apart. They don't know exactly how he always knows, but he just does. (They've tried every trick in the book, nothing has ever worked LOL) - These two have the absolute best banter.
Favourite Things About Each Other ~
Donald about Duck: How assertive/no-nonsense he is, his voice (he loves listening to his passionate rambling.. most of the time LOL), how hardworking he is, and just how blunt he can be. Duck about Donald: How relaxed and "no-fucks-given" he is (especially since he overthinks a lot LOL), his humour/sharp wit, his good work ethic, and that little twitch he does when he's trying not to smile at a bad/lame joke but is clearly failing.
Honestly they're easily one of my absolute favourite TTTE ships. They're opposites in a lot of ways but that's what makes them work so well together. Duck brings out the more mature side of Donald, and Donald brings out Duck's more playful side. They bring out the best in each other and it's so good. They're also just super cute and silly and I love them ;;;
Thank you for the question!! <3
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thoodleoo Ā· 2 years ago
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if you keep your cats outside, this post is for you. not as a post of judgment, but as a plea.
fair warning. it is going to be graphic. it does not have a happy ending. to be blunt, it fucking sucked. but if you keep your cats outside, this is the risk you take.
i'm farmsitting right now. today was the first day. i didn't head out till late, because i was eating dinner with my family. it was already dark when i pulled up to the apartment on the property.
as soon as i got out of my car, i heard meowing- that low, guttural meowing of an animal in pain. after fumbling for some lights, i found the source. i also found the giant smears of blood she had left behind after dragging herself a few feet away.
the nearest emergency vet was 20 miles away. i wrapped her up in a towel, put her in my car, and started driving like hell. i called her owner and let her know where we were headed, but i had very little hope. her eyes were bulging. her body was limp. her breath rattled as she bled into the carseat. i had no idea what had gotten her, or how long she had been there, but she was cold and barely alive and caked with blood.
the vets rushed her back and got me into a room to fill out paperwork. i had her owner on the phone, but her owner was about to board a plane. there was talk of letting me make the decision about what to do with her if her owner had to take off before the vets came back. and it was a decision i felt comfortable making, because i knew from the moment i picked her up that she was gone. thankfully the vets gave an update before the owner had to leave; there was very little chance of this cat surviving, even with extreme intervention.
the owner chose euthanasia. by then the adrenaline had worn off and i was shaking as i signed off on it for her. they brought her back for me to say goodbye- this cat i barely knew. i still cried. i was told that they didn't mean to rush me, but there was a chance she might crash while i had her. i gave her a scratch and sent her back. her little head lolled as i handed her back, because she couldn't hold it up. i was not in the room with her as they helped her pass. i've already been there far too recently. she wouldn't have even been aware that i was there.
tomorrow i will have to clean the blood out of my car and wash away the spot where she was lying out in the cold. it's far too late for that tonight, and my eyes hurt too much. i have the other cat locked up inside, because i don't know if whatever got her is still out there.
please. keep your cats inside.
merry fucking christmas.
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