#you bet your sweet little arse!

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i’m watching AHS roanoke while working on things

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Fore!

Leah Williamson x Reader [Tooth-rotting, diabetes-causing sweet af fluff]

Leah meets the hottest golfer she’s ever seen.

word count : 2.3k, there will be more parts coming soon!

Based off of true events, I do play college-level golf and I thought it would be fun to incorporate that into a story!

“Come on Leah, our tee time is at ten fifty!” yelled Jacob from the living room. They had planned on playing some golf today, but Leah couldn’t pick an outfit out and was becoming frustrated. “Give me a minute you arse! We won’t be late!”

Finally deciding on something to wear, they headed to the Abbey Hill Golf Club (a/n this is a real course in Milton Keynes!) where they were just in time for their tee time. “What was it you were saying about not being late, sis?” Jacob quipped, earning a hard smack on the upside of his head for his mocking tone. “Shut it before I shove this club up somewhere you don’t want.” “Alright, alright, I’ll bring the cart around.” He answered with a laugh, walking over to the golf carts searching for the one with the number 6 on it.

“Just you then, Y/N/N? Right, you’re gonna have to pair up with those two then. The course is pretty full today, that’ll speed up play.”

“Right, thanks so much Greg!”

“You’re welcome, kid. I’ll give you a tenner if you beat your own course record!”

“I’ll hold you to that, Gregory!”

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Greg paired us up today, I hope that’s okay!”

Someone taps Leah’s shoulder and she swears time stopped. Standing before her is the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had the most beautiful smile and was dressed in the cutest golf outfit. She looked professional, like she knew what she was doing, not like herself.

“Um, are you alright?”

“What? Oh fuck, yes. Um, what did you say?”

You giggle at her flustered answer. “Fuck,” thought Leah, “I think that’s the cutest sound in the world.”

“I’m Y/N. Greg wanted us to play together since the tee times are full, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh no, not at all! My brother and I just came out to have a little fun but we’re not that good so I hope we don’t slow you down. You look like you play golf a lot. That’s a really cute shirt you have on, perfectly paired with those trousers. I really like your shoes too, mine are really beat up.” “I love you.”

You giggled again, amused by her rambling. “Don’t worry about it! I just came out to have a little fun but I did bet Greg ten pounds if I could beat the course record today so you’ll need to be witnesses.”

“Course record? Just how good are you?”

“I’ve played my fair share of golf. Between secondary school and college, I’d say I’m alright.”

If Leah had a ring, she’d be on one knee proposing to this girl right now. Jacob finally pulls up with the cart and starts to lock the bags to the back. Leah, in a split-second decision to abandon her precious baby brother, tells him he can have his own cart and that she’ll share with you.

“If that alright with you, of course.”

“Not at all; what’s your name again?”

“Shit, where are my manners? I’m Leah, that’s my brother Jacob. Jacob this is Y/N.”

“Hello Y/N, Greg set us up eh?”

“Yeah, I won’t be too much trouble!”

“You’re alright, just beat my sister and let her take you out, we’ll have a fantastic day.”

“Jacob, I swear–”

“See you two on the first tee!”

A deep blush creeps up Leah’s neck as she rummages in her bag for something she isn’t looking for. You smile fondly at the woman, finding her obvious nervousness extremely attractive; her brother’s request more of a hope than a dream now.

You hop into the driver’s seat, looking back at her still rummaging but now with added grumbling. “You ready, Leah?” you ask with an amused voice, her head popping up as she stood straight and smiled, walking to the passenger side and sat in the cart. You headed to the first tee, the course looking beautiful this time of year.

Jacob stood on the first tee with a cheeky smirk on his face, driver in hand. You park right behind him and get out, grabbing your glove and driver before walking up to him. Leah copies you, following quickly behind you.

“Leah normally plays the reds but I knew you’d come up here to the men’s tees.”

“The women’s tees are too short for me, I like a little challenge anyway.”

Leah, under the guise of stretching, listening intently to your conversation with her brother. It made her stomach do flips and fill with butterflies as you spoke so elegantly about golf. She knew it was the same way she did about football but there was something so hot about the way you spoke that made her heart want to jump out of her chest.

“Would you like to start us off, Jacob?”

“Yes! Then my sister can show off her swing to impress you before you undoubtedly bomb in perfectly down the fairway to show her how it’s done.”

Leah swears she nearly committed first degree murder right then and there. You let out a comical laugh, clutching your stomach as you watch Leah come over and smack her brother hard. He does eventually play his first shot, which isn’t bad, and it’s now Leah’s turn.

“Good luck!” you tell her, smiling softly. She blushes, setting up her shot way too much to the left out of nervousness.

“Leah, too much left darling. Come over a little.” You say nonchalantly, giving her a thumbs up when she corrects herself. Her brain has short-circuited, the pet name you used making her last two braincells abandon her. She manages a shot, ball going only about 50 meters before coming to a stop. You clap nonetheless, telling her it was a good shot. She blushes even harder when you give her a high five, walking over to the tee box to play your shot. Just as Jacob predicted, you hit a drive straight down the middle, flying way past both their balls.

“Wow, that was impressive.” “I love you.”

“Perfect, that was my intention. Come on, let’s get to yours.” You tell her, taking her hand and walking back to the cart. You get in and make your way to her ball. Her face held an expression of pure shock, staring at you with her perfect blue eyes. You could only smile shyly, your boldness was a surprise to everyone in the cart.

“You’ve got 215 meters, Leah.” You tell her as you approach her ball, pulling out your rangefinder and shooting the distance for her. You sat back into the cart and let her hit her ball. You knew she wasn’t going to get there with one shot but you always tried to make anyone you played with enjoy the sport regardless of their talent level so they didn't feel intimidated. Having been surrounded by coaches who made you resent golf while playing in college, you made it your mission to have people enjoy the sport; for golf to be a hobby and not a chore.

“Thanks, what should I play?” she asks, wanting your expert opinion she convinced herself; truthfully she just wanted to hear you talk about golf. “Well, how far does your 5 wood go?” “120 meters if I don’t waffle it.” “Ha! Wonderful, use that.” “I love you.”

She does, in fact, waffle it. But she laughs it off and tries again. This time she does hit it good and it lands beside the green. “Yes Leah, that was great!” you give her another high five and see Jacob already by your ball.

“100 perfect meters. You hit that drive a long way down here.”

“Thanks Jacob, this is one of my longest ones on this hole I think.”

“Which club do you want?” Leah asks, wanting to return the favor. “Pitching wedge please.” you tell her, grabbing it from her and playing your shot. It flies past the hole a little, leaving you with 15 feet for birdie. You smile and wave a little as they impressively clap. Jacob catches the lovesick glint in his sisters eyes as she watches you like you're the only person in the world.

“You’re a goner, aren’t ya?”

“Hook, line and sinker Jacob.” “I love you.”

The three of you spend the next 4 hours playing the most fun round you’ve had in a while. Leah ends up playing a 102, Jacob was better with a 95 and you won ten pounds from Greg after posting a course record of 63.

She was a little sad that the round was over, packing her bag much slower than was necessary. She didn’t see that you were doing the same. Jacob said goodbye and left, winking at her and teasing her. She shoved him and smiled happily, nervous about not wanting the day to end. You had just about plucked up the courage to ask her out when you stood and there she was, almost as surprised as you were.

“Uh, fuck. I was j-just wondering if you would w-want a drink or something.”

“Depends, would that mean that it’s a date?”

“Only if you wanted it to be.”

“I would love nothing more. Well, you eventually but, we’ll see.”

//

“You’re WHO?!”

“You saying you didn’t recognize me?”

“I hate that I have a feeling you’re more amused than offended that I don’t know THE Leah Williamson.”

“It’s honestly refreshing.”

You laugh as arrive at your car. You wordlessly grab both golf bags and pack them into your boot. You close it and smile at her standing there, hands shoved into her pockets as she rocked on the balls of her feet.

“How about a little lunch? I know a pretty good café I think you’d like.” She nervously suggests, somewhat scared that you would say no.

“I’d love that, Leah. Quit being so nervous, I don’t bite.”

//

“Could I do the cranberry and chicken wrap please? Maybe an iced latte to go with that too, please.”

“Make that two. I’ll pay.”

“Leah, I couldn’t let you do that.”

“It’s a date remember? I asked, I pay.”

“What a gentlewoman, you are. Makes a girl weak in the knees, you know.”

“I’ll catch you doll, don’t worry.”

Leah doesn’t think she’s ever been able to talk to anyone the same way she could with you. You were the perfect listener; attentive and engaged. You also spoke so eloquently and had the best jokes she’s ever heard. It’s not till the café owner comes over at 7PM to let you both know that they were closing did you realize the time.

You both walk hand in hand down the streets of late-night Milton Keynes. Leah insists on getting ice cream, beating you again at handing over money to pay. You both settle on a bench at a nearby park and enjoy the cold dessert. Your hands don’t leave each other’s, her thumb softly brushing over your knuckles.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I don’t think I would be able to sleep tonight if I didn’t tell you.” She blurts out suddenly and it sends a dark blush up your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I lied.”

“What?”

“I lied, of course I knew who you were. How could anyone not? I was fangirling so hard but I had to keep my cool so I didn’t scare you. I’m sorry.”

“That’s the best lie anyone has ever told me.”

You continued to eat your ice cream, sitting closer to her as your laced fingers sat in your lap. Ice cream cones now finished you both just enjoyed the cool Milton Keynes night.

“Are you from here?” Leah asks as she mindlessly plays with your fingers. “Yeah, but we moved around a lot as kids because of my dad’s job. I moved back here for secondary school but went to the US for college.”

“A great friend of mine studied in the US while playing sports too.”

“Alessia? I’ve met her, she signed my jersey one time.”

“Signed–which game did you come to?!”

“I was at the Euro’s last year. Loved watching the final, I had a sore throat for a week from all the shouting. I had just come back from graduating so I thought I’d enjoy a little soccer.”

“It’s football, love.”

You laugh and lean your head on her shoulder as she takes the opportunity to slip her arm around your shoulder. You don’t protest, leaning into her. She smiles wide, grabbing your hand to hold with her other. It was past 11PM, both of you walking to your car begrudgingly at the reality of a perfect date coming to a close. You get in and suddenly have a burst of confidence. You lean in and to your surprise, she does too. Your lips meet and it's like fireworks. Her lips mold to yours perfectly, tongues swiping and tangling like a practiced tango. You pull away first, hand cupping her beautiful face and stroking her cheekbone.

“I don’t want it to end.”

“Then don’t let it.”

“Stay the night?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[choerypetal]

Mon amour / Gambit

summary: a little prompt, of gambit loml who is a brat when it comes to love, after a hards day at work. (also the deadpool hyperfixation is REAL y'all this movie was so good)

ps ; english isn't my first language so i apologize for grammar errors.

enjoy!

“Merde,” 

Gambit's voice echoes in the recesses of your mind, a hauntingly familiar presence. You hear his distinct footsteps approaching, drawing your attention away from whatever occupied you. Gambit, indifferent to your preoccupation, lets out a sigh as he leans in close, his voice a seductive purr, "Mon amour."

He craved attention, no doubt about it, which brought a smirk to your lips. Your eyes stayed fixed on the book you were reading, resisting the distraction of whatever scheme Remy had concocted. But it was obvious—today, he wanted you all to himself. His hands, bloodied and crusted with remnants of his victims, spoke of a hard-fought battle. Growing impatient with your silent treatment, a slight edge of frustration in his voice, he murmured, "Why ignore such beauty?" 

You scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. How thoughtful, you mused, leaning back to meet his gaze. With a pout, you sighed, "Pity," pausing briefly. Remy 1, You 0, he mused with a matching scoff. Rolling your eyes, you continued, "I was going to offer to help you clean up, but..."

"Oh sweetheart, you know you've already lost the bet." You knew it too, of course. Even as you wanted to silence him, you couldn't help but admire and love him. His fingers lightly caressed your waist, tempting you to melt into his embrace. After all, you were his. Undeniably. 

Closing your book, you swiftly tucked it aside and turned to face him, your gaze challenging. You noticed his lips curving into a smirk. "But what?" he asked, his eyes never leaving you, his fingers trailing from your waist to your chin, holding you captive. "But maybe instead... we can still have a little bit of fun?" After a moment of silence, your lips formed into a pout once more. "Pretty please..." Your sweet voice, so magnetic to him, drove him mad as he leaned in, his lips craving yours. “And then after… I can clean us up.” 

Oh, he loved the idea—every bit of it. His purr turned into a heavier groan as his fingers gently gripped your chin. "Oui, ma chérie, I am all yours." When you stood up, wiggling your hips with your hands intertwined with his, Remy's hand delivered a swift, delectable slap to your arse, and he followed you like a lost puppy.

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Sweet girl pt.4

dbf William Afton x fem/virgin reader

synop: William finds reader sunbathing and goes after the opportunity, even with the risk of her dad catching the two of you.

warning: smut, corruption, coercion, inappropriate relationship, exhibitionism(?) William is as always pretty creepy and manipulative.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

A/n: This one is pretty dirty at the end, just a heads up if you're into playing around with cum.

The view was fortunate, is the first thought to enter William’s head when he sees you like that. Completely unaware of him, facing away with your head buried in some book as you try to pick up some sun on your back. Vulnerable to him, the only thing keeping you safe was the french windows of your house, separating the fox from the rabbit. 

He’d come over meaning to return some kind of wrench to your dad, in hindsight you remember the conversation in passing, how you hadn’t been paying attention until you learned William was coming. Your father’s car wasn’t in the drive but he let himself in anyway, a flimsy hope of catching you home alone pushing him to. He called out, he’s not a complete criminal, “Anyone home?” and the like, all to no reply. Maybe he would have crept up the stairs to find your room, with you in it would have been delightful, but he still could have busied himself if you weren’t. Now that’s a thought, he bets your room is sweet, probably a tonne of pillows and teddies, some kind of soft light-coloured duvet, that air of innocence you’ve managed to maintain all this time. Delicious. 

Maybe he would have done that, if not for the music. Some sort of summery, perhaps Spanish influenced guitar, muffled through the house as though it were close by, so he looked for its source. And by God, is he glad he did.  

Your house has a knack for letting a lot of light in, keeps the place bright and airy, and now he sees why, not a stitch of curtains to be found on the large glass windows, and not much of a stitch to be found on you either. It’s the most tantalising sight, your legs bare and leading up to the plump of your arse in such a little bikini, the kind that ties with string at the hips. He notes its practicality for an adjustable fit but also its practicality for other reasons. Just watching through the glass, he palms the growing hardness in his trousers as he considers his options. 

Santana, you think to yourself when the next song on the playlist you found begins to play, your dad likes this song, you reckon you do too, though you can’t really decide from one or two listens. And you’re not really concentrating, not with your novel open in front of you, which after days of forcing yourself to read was finally getting interesting. Occupied. Distracted. Easy. 

That’s why you don’t hear the back door slide open. 

In fact, you don’t hear anything. Not the door. Not the footsteps on the grass. The only thing that makes William’s presence known to you is his shadow on your book, his large frame stealing your light. It’s a chilling sight, the kind of realisation that pushes you into slow motion; there’s someone behind you. 

You twist around so fast that your sunbed almost tips over with the force of your body against it, knees tucked up and eyes pinned open wide. The weight of adrenaline in your veins blinds you to the sight, it takes a few seconds before you realise that it’s him, and fear for your life can subside. Well, marginally. 

He can’t help but laugh at the frantic way you turned, all reflex as evident in its clumsiness, he should have said something, but hindsight is 20/20. 

With your chest still heaving, you try desperately to calm yourself down, “William?!” You say, with no real thought as to why. And at the predatory grin on his face you remember how little you're wearing, your skimpiest bikini, all straps and little substance so you can pick up as much sun as possible. You regret that now, especially with how blatantly his gaze is on your cleavage. “How uh did you get in?” You think the question as you ask it, concern making your brows raise. 

Finally managing to bring his gaze to your eyes, the sly expression on his face doesn’t budge an inch. “Door was unlocked.” His words are nonchalant and you nod, wishing you had a towel on hand to cover up with. Your dad was a bugger for leaving the door unlocked, case proven that any fucker could just walk in. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, my fence hopping days are long over.” 

You give him a small smile, though you’re not entirely convinced, with how persistent he’s been with you so far you don’t doubt he’d break and enter for another taste; and that thought makes your stomach flutter. 

“So… what are you doing?” Your voice is small, pinched with nerves, his stature over you right now is insanely intimidating, so tall you swear he could pick you up and toss you around like a dolly. 

“Just enjoying the view, it’s a lovely day.” He makes a point of looking you up and down, leaving you no question as to what view he’s referring to. You’re art, the way you’re propped up on your arms, nipples peeking through the tiny bikini top, your legs shiny in the sun pressed together to hide the part of you that sings to him. 

You look up at him shyly, uncertainly saying, “Yeah it is-” Your words go dry in your mouth when William’s hand come to your leg, a firm grip on your ankle that traces up more gently over your calf. You shiver at the touch. 

“This isn’t… My dad will be home soon.” You start trying to explain why him coming onto you right now wasn’t a good idea, but when your core is fluttering from his touch it’s pretty persuasive. 

“That is such a shame.” His tone is dripping with sarcasm, the false sadness practically tangible. As he speaks, he catches your ankles, lifting them so he can sit at the bottom of the sun bed, where he lets your legs lay over him, resuming grazing over your skin. “And here I was hoping to spend some time with you. It’s just a terrible set of circumstances, isn’t it?” He continues equally as mockingly and you can’t help but giggle. It’s manipulative, you think, how insistent this man can be without seeming too pushy, he has you wrapped around his finger when if anything it should be the other way around. 

“”But what if-” You start, but he cuts you off like he can read your mind. 

“We’d hear the car.” He offers, it’s flimsy but you’re willing to hang on to anything that would allow his hand to travel further up your leg, closer to where you need him. 

You murmur a quiet ‘okay’ and the moment it leaves your lips it’s replaced by the older man’s tongue, his body coming easily over yours and taking you away from the heat of the sun. He wants to be patient with you, slow and deliberate but it's hard when your skin is so soft under his fingers and you’re so receptive to the quick progression of this kiss. And it is quick, the way he invades your mouth is rough and dirty, making your back curve off the sunbed into him. 

It’s scary how much you want it, you can’t help it, pulling at his shirt, digging your fingers into his shoulders, spurring him to slide his hand between your legs. The spark is instant, electric pleasure throughout your body, it’s easy for him but your heart is pounding. You melt into it, that perfect way he finds rhythm on your clit, stoking that insatiable pressure in your core. It builds quickly, a slippery flame on a mountain of kindling, leaving you squirming under him as he moves away from your lips and begins sucking a sequence of kisses down your neck. 

The angle of his ministrations change, a finger trailing down through your folds and resting firmly on your entrance. You jolt, a short whine escaping your lips. Something close to dread seizes hold of you, you’ve never done that before, never had anyone inside of you and it makes you nervous. Doubly so, when you consider how easy it is for him to have you spiralling. 

“I need to feel how tight you are, lovely.” William speaks against your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across your body, “You gonna let me?” He’s asking but teasing your hole already, your wet heat is just begging for him to slip inside, you know it, he knows it, and so despite the nerves you nod, rolling your hips slightly and resuming his stimulation on your clit yourself. 

He’s nice enough to press a single finger in first, slowly at that, letting you adjust to the feeling and waiting until your body relaxes a little before he moves. It’s nothing, but the way you’re clinging on to him says otherwise, scared but not willing to let go of your end that’s still rearing despite the intrusion. 

“Such a sweet thing.” He coos besides your ear, distracting you from the second long finger which joins in. It doesn’t hurt but it’s strange and you can’t help but gasp. His name flees your lips in a desperate way and he hums an answer against your skin, not that you had a question to begin with. You just can’t think straight, not with the pace of pushing his digits in and out and the rhythm on your nerves that has your climax tightening its fist around you immediately. 

You lose control, shuddering as you cum, the new sensation of having something to clench around making a moan tear through you. It’s hot the way you’re so desperate for him, the most basic of things making you lose your mind, and William tries not to think about how perfect that little cunt is going to feel around his cock, squeezing around him like you are his fingers right now. Eager. Pliant. Fragile.

William pulls out of you and as you begin to regain your senses you realise that you hate how pathetic you are. Only taking because you don’t have the agency to give anything yourself, it’s embarrassing. You want, need to make him feel good. 

“I- I want…” You try to speak coherently, but it's a struggle you’re still reeling from your climax, lost in the after waves mulling over you, making your pussy clamp around nothing, impatient with the urge to feel his fingers again, maybe more. He completely scrambles your brain every time and it’s not fair because you can’t seem to do the same, but you want to try. The night outside your house springs to mind, he had seemed so addicted then, like he needed your touch to survive, exactly how you feel right now.  

William hums some acknowledgement into the crook of your neck, slick with saliva from his assault there, he doesn’t stop the way you’re squirming has his cock throbbing and he has half a mind to make you cum again for his own gratification. 

You try again, forcing the thought out of you, “I want you in my mouth.” You manage, though it’s quiet and your face burns with the words. He blatantly laughs, partially in surprise, before shifting his frame to look at you. 

“What?” He knows what you said, he just wants to hear it again. 

You keep your eyes away from his, forcing yourself to commit to the idea even when you can’t imagine doing it. “Can I suck your cock?” The second you ask it in that sweet voice of yours he could have bust, so cute, so eager to please. 

“Course you fucking can.” There’s a hint of disbelief to his voice that you pride yourself on, you want to be able to surprise him , even though it scares you a little. William moves, standing up, leaving you to sit on the sunbed at the perfect height to be confronted by the arrogant bulge in his trousers. His cock is weeping, desperately hard in that way that you always manage to make him, intentionally or not. Your lip is between your teeth as you watch him reach for his belt, a pang ringing through your core when you think about how big his hands are and what they were doing to you moments ago.

He frees himself, stroking his dick at the sight of you and your obvious nerves. “You know what you’re doing, sweet girl?” He asks you with a wicked grin, god something about you just looking at his cock drives him fucking mad. 

“Not really.” You say shakily, resenting the need to be honest. 

He chuckles again, your innocence amuses him, “Come here.” 

You obey, sitting forward and lifting your hands to take a hold of his cock, it gives you a thrill to touch him, to hear his breath change at your action. So you stroke him eagerly until you have the courage to bring your head closer, his hand instantly cupping the back of your head. He guides your lips to his cockhead, sniggering as he taps his tip against your mouth, some of his precum coating your chin. 

You take the initiative to open your mouth and hesitantly stick out your tongue to taste him. It surprises you that it’s not unpleasant and so you settle into it, swirling your tongue around him before parting your lips enough to take his tip, lightly sucking on him. 

He groans, “That’s it, baby. Use your hands.” You obey, resuming stroking him whilst toying with the most sensitive part of his cock. He knows you’re not trying to tease him but fuck, his knuckles are white at the back of your head with the effort not to bury himself down your throat and use you like the little doll you are. 

The grip in your hair hurts a fair bit but it has you tingling and spurs you to try harder, hollowing your cheeks as you attempt to take more of him, you only half succeed, unable to cope when his cock digs into the back of your throat. He moans when your throat spasms around him, the fluttering making his need to cum very apparent. 

William begins to guide your movements a little, battling with the selfish need to fuck to completion and you whine unintelligible protest. It’s a lot to get used to and your panicked eyes say it all when you glance up at him. 

“Fuck.” He hisses when he meets your gaze, his voice hoarse with arousal, “You can do it. Just like that- gonna make me fucking-” You recognise the inability to get out a complete sentence and your pride makes the tears in your eyes worth it. Your thoughts are lewd, you want him to cum, want it in your mouth, you want to taste it. Want to swallow it because you know it’ll please him. 

But it’s cut short at the crisp sound of a car door slamming shut. The hawk like turn of William’s head confirms it, your dad is back, that absolute piece of fuckin- He lets go of you, rushing to right himself as you did the same, moving swiftly across the garden to grab the towel you left by the door. 

You sit back on your sunbed, praying that you don’t look as shattered as William, who’s left high and dry, forced to leave his shirt untucked with the meagre hope that it’ll obscure his raging erection. 

“Fucking hell.” He curses under his breath. He’d laugh if his cock wasn’t throbbing. 

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly, the sound of the front door closing cutting through the empty house. Clearly you dad wanted to be heard, whereas William previously hadn’t. 

“It’s not your fault.” He smirks a little, thinking about how pathetic this situation is. He takes a seat beside you, leaving the respectable amount of distance a middle-aged man should leave his friend’s daughter, whilst trying to think of an explanation for his presence here. 

Your father wastes no time in moving through the house looking for you, his calling yielded no response so he heads to the back garden. Emerging from the door, already speaking, “Hey, y/n. I’m back from- William? Didn’t expect to see you here…” The confusion in your dad’s voice is evident, he’s smiling but his eyes are narrow as he assesses the sight before him. 

You smile at your dad as best you can, glancing at William when he starts speaking, a crack in his confidence that you hope only you notice. “Chris. I was just after dropping off the socket wrench you leant me, I left it in the kitchen.” 

Your dad turns to look back towards the house and you jump in, an idea of an excuse coming to mind. “I was telling him about my book,” Suddenly you’re holding it, as if you were all along and William grins, what a good girl you are. “It’s getting really good, I was probably talking his ear off.” You cross your fingers that your sweet demeanour is enough to settle your dad’s obliviousness.

“No, it does sound good. I’ll have to borrow it.” He manages to deliver it in such a way that it sounds like he’s humouring you, being polite to a young lass’s rambling, it’s sold and your dad bought it. 

“Oh right.” Your dad agrees, smiling at his good daughter who’s so well-mannered and respectful to everyone, he’s proud of you. But so is William. “You want to stay for a cuppa?” He asks his friend and William grins at the fact that your dad isn’t the only mug in the house. 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” 

He nods, turning to you, “Want one, sweetie?” 

“Uh yes, please.” With a word of understanding, your father heads back in the house to sort the tea out, the very moment his back is turned William leans close to you. 

“Aren’t you a good liar?” He chuckles his voice playfully dark, you smile but look down. You never used to be a good liar, that must be something this has cultivated. That he has cultivated. Still close to you, William speaks low and full of twisted intention, “Finish it, sweetheart.” 

You look at him confused but it quickly dawns on you what he means. “Don’t be crazy, my dad is-” 

He cuts off your sensible reasoning, with some of his own, “It won’t take long. Just with your hand, come on.” There’s an immature glee in his eyes as he takes your hand and quickly undoes his belt with the other, you don’t resist, in fact you’re brimming with excitement. This is so stupid, so dangerous, there’s no lying your way out of your hand in his trousers, maybe that’s what makes it sweeter when he places your hand on his cock. 

You stroke him quickly, your head is on a swivel between the mouth-watering sight of William tilting his head back in pleasure and the door where you’re willing your dad not to appear. There’s no finesse in it, it’s almost frantic, your hand sliding up and down his cock at a fast pace, trying to push him over the edge as quickly as possible. He’s close, all this fucking around has him begging to finish, its almost unpleasant how much he needs to cum and it shows in the near scowl on his face as you get him closer and closer. 

“Shit.” He curses, and you catch the tensing of his body as he finally touches his peak, ridgid as he can’t help but meet your fist as he cums. He spills in your hand, it’s ill thought out some of his release lands in the grass at his feet, but most on himself or trickling down the back of your hand onto the sunbed beneath. Messy and desperate, but he hardly notices through the overwhelming relief. 

You breathe out loudly, realising that you’ve been holding your breath for a fair while in anticipation, you’re almost giddy with excitement. He seems to finally notice the mess because he laughs, reaching for the towel around your body and using a corner of it to try to clean up. It looks pretty fucking bad, but it’ll have to surfice. 

You wait nervously for him to be done so you can also use it to wipe your hands, he recognises what you’re wanting to do but he has a different idea. He snatches your wrist and brings it to his mouth in a pretty startling way, he’s strong enough that you have no say in the matter, and can only watch as he licks his own release off the back of your hand. He sniggers into the action at the look on your face, near horrified, so sexually inept. It makes him want to do the most depraved things just to see that wide-eyed look. It’s gross, you think, to taste himself on your fingers like that, screwed up even, but you can’t deny the way you’re squirming, rubbing your legs together just to feel a sliver of stimulation. 

He’s well on his way to ruining you. 

[writingsofwesteros]

I love the step dad Daemon 👀🥵, and her being Nyra and Laenor’s daughter 👀, her moms only “true born daughter” tainted by Daemon 👀.

But also what about Rhea Royce’s secret bastard daughter 👀, his sudden willingness to stay in the Vale having nothing to do with his wife (they hated each other still probably) half of Damon’s love of corrupting his step daughter would be pissing off “the bronze bitch” as he called her mom Lmao.

AN:I should be sleeping but this was too hot. Hope you like it x

NSFW

“Shhh,” Daemon whispered into your ear as his hand not so gently moved over your soft lips. Your whimpers of pleasure are muted instantly. “You have to be quiet.” He ordered as you were nearly falling apart. “Or do you want your mother to see you being a little whore?” He darkly teased you.

His cock brushed against your spongy spot that Daemon had introduced to you. You gently shook your head at his words; a soft blush coming over your cheeks. A dark smirk was your only answer as he pushed deeper inside you. He had already ripped your dress to pieces with promises of many gifts.

Your soft, ample breasts were bouncing in front of his face as his free hand moved onto the headboard. Gods, you had been such a treat when he first visited his wife’s home. He had ruined you so completely just under her nose and the rogue Prince was loving every moment and he knew you were too.

Giving how wet you were and how easy you fell into his bed now. You were even coming to him now; much to his delight as his arrogance only grew. “Good girl.” He whispered into your ear as your soaked walls fluttered around him. “I should breed you. I bet you would look so good.” The Prince continued to purr.

You whimpered and shook your head; the shame it would bring to your mother. “Shh, I do not think you would have a choice in the matter.” Daemon hummed; brushing your noses together as his thrusts only quickened. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around your chambers.

Two of his fingers slipped inside your hot mouth as he looked down. Your moans hummed against him as you began to suck. Your own hips rocking to try and keep up with his thrusts but he was always so fast; so hard. All you could do was take it. “Fuck, look at you.” Daemon hummed.

You whined and blushed under his attention. “Daemon..” You whimpered out. Drool falling from your lips as you blinked so innocently up at him. “Shh, Y/N..” He ordered and harshly thrust into you enough to knock the breath from you. Your body shook and you could only whine as you squirted around his cock.

His chuckles sounded out as he only fucked you harder. He was so good at keeping his climax from coming over him; for now anyway. “Y/N…have you seen Daemon?” The sound of your mother’s voice just outside your door had you stilling completely underneath him. It seemed to have the opposite effect for Daemon. 

“You should answer her.” He whispered into your ear. His thrusts never stopped as your wetness completely coated him. You knew the sheets beneath you both were soaked as you hiccuped in pleasure; your heart pounding in your ears. Your mind softened for him, which Daemon took great delight in causing.

The moments ticked by in silence as he only chuckled into your ear. “Not here…” You called out; voice broken in pleasure as your eyes nearly rolled back. “Gods, he is pathetic.” Your mother continued as your legs wrapped around Daemon as if to pull him closer; pull him deeper inside you.

“Hopefully he goes soon.” Her voice continued to move over you as your hands slowly moved to Daemon’s bare arse. You began to palm him; your nails moving over his soft skin as you shook beneath. “Yes!” You cried out as he began to touch your spot with each thrust. “Oh, do you want me to go, sweet girl.” Daemon whispered into your ear.

Not that you were hearing anything now as you hid into the pillows. Your whimpers muted as your mother finally left the corridor. “Oh, you are a delight.” He hummed as he slowly moved your leg over his shoulder. The new position had him falling deeper inside you than ever before. “Oh..oh gods!”

“Shh, I got you…” Daemon whispered; brushing your noses together before passionately capturing your soft lips. His tongue moving over your bottom one as his own stomach began to tighten now. Your fingers soon moved towards his locks and began to pull. It was then that he decided to flip you both over. 

“Don’t you dare stop.” Daemon ordered as your cries echoed louder. Your hands settled on his chest as you bounced on him. Your soaked walls flutter once more as you seemingly choke on pleasure. You couldn’t concentrate any longer; all you knew was him and the pleasure he could give you.

He slapped your arse again and again; each time you tightened around his cock. The passion between you both was only growing as he snapped his hips. His free hand roughly cupped your breast as he pinched your nipples. The marks he had already given you were already beginning to darken.

“You are mine, aren’t you?” Daemon hummed as your head fell back in pleasure. Those dark locks cascading down your back. “Yes, yes…oh gods, I’ll be anything you want.” The words were falling from your lips before you could stop them. They were enough to push Daemon over the edge.

A soft gasp escaped you as he released deep inside you. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down so he could stuff you. Your own legs were quivering as his larger hand moved to your weeping pussy. He quickly rubbed over your clit until you were squirting around his cock once more.

Your body glistened with sweat as you collapsed on top of him. You burrowed into his neck to hide from the world as his touches slowly became more gentle now. His hand moving up and down your back as he shushed you. “Good girl..” He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as praises fell from his lips.

Daemon smirked as he softly mouthed at your sweet neck. Oh he would have, he’d have you completely. His hand slowly moved to your stomach and began to stroke you as you easily fell asleep. He wondered if he should stay for your mother to walk into the scene in the morning. Or better yet; have her walk in as he was taking you again.

Gods, he was getting harder already and your whimpers were so fucking cute. He couldn’t stop himself from beginning to rock his hips once more. “No..sleepy…” You babbled and he only shushed you as he took from you all you could give. Daemon chuckled as you began to move even as you whimpered in overstimulation.

[mothiir]

Because I am a whore with a size kink, I am going to ask you this: Which Primach would be best at sex? If hypothetically, they found a person skilled or strong enough to take their horsecocks.

Personally, I think it would be something between Magnus, Horus or Vulkan.

Magnus is a psyker so, in turn, he could do absolutely his evil little hearts would want. I think he would find somebody to sleep around the easiest because he can change his form at any time. He, along with Konrad, I think would be honestly the kinkiest little shits ever

I would headcann Horus to have multiple mistressee and love affairs. Also, canonically, he kinda has a breeding kink and wants little Primachs (not quite as the books, but something similar). He's the type of dude to think that sex is only for making babies but he also loves making babies

Vulkan, my beloved 😍, is the gentlest and most attentive amongst his brothers to humanity. He would obviously be a loving partner who, in my opinion, would first wait to marry his lover then make love to them. He doesn't have sex or simply fucks them, HE MAKES LOVE TO THEM. He would the most romantic and gentle. To get into his pants, he would have to actually and genuinely love you. He is either the first or second tallest Primachs so he would obviously be very careful. Also this man has to have a praise kink and you bet your arse that he is going to worship his partner when they make love

yes okay so i would agree that vulkan would definitely the best in bed and here are some additional points:

canonically the salamanders have families on their home planet that they visit - its not really made clear if these are wives/husbands and children or parents, but i choose to believe that it is both, which means that the salamanders fuck. they take after their daddy <3

vulkan is a very very large primarch, which means penetration in general is off the table for him — he doesn’t want to risk hurting his partners. unlike some people (cough, emperor, cough) he won’t chance tearing them open back to front by just jamming his dick in there.

as a result of the above, he really likes intercrural sex - which, for those of you who don’t know, means thigh-fucking. he’ll ask his partner to put their knees tight together and happily go to town.

he also really likes oral - both giving and receiving. he will make you see stars, and then planets orbiting them, and will encourage his partner to sit on his face so he can really get in there. he’ll get very touchy while doing it, holding their hand and stroking their back and mumbling praise between their thighs.

because yes you are totally right! he has a praise kink, and he is very open about it — he will tell them how wonderful they are, how soft and sweet and how well they take him. it tends to be more soft and romantic than outright filthy, but hey i’m sure he’d be happy to get filthy if you ask nicely.

time for the sad bit: i see him as a serial monogamist. unlike most of his brothers, he actually has the emotional capacity to not only court a human but to deal with their inevitable aging and death. he will stick with his partner as they age, letting the relationship transition from the raw physicality of youth to the domesticity of later middle age to the twilight years. he never makes them feel lesser than hm; he values mortals for their shining bright lives, made all the sweeter by their briefness. unlike some (coughEMPERORcough) he does not let the loss of his loved ones jade him or blunt him to his humanity; instead he sees it as a way to reconnect with what matters, and what he is fighting for.

like all primarchs, he’s sterile and can never have children of his own blood, but he is more than happy to adopt any child that his partner already has, as well as whatever war orphans are hanging around

at heart he’s a family man. and isn’t that the tragedy?

[hlficlibrary]

✤ PWP Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ glimpse of the silhouettes by orphan_account {E, 7k}

Harry isn't sure what the rules are for this. It's hard to believe that there are any, that's there's a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?

2️⃣ Makes Perfect by checkthemargins {E, 8k}

"What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?" Louis presses. "Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don't know, a pillow or something. Whatever it'd fit around."

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. "It's different, though, innit? When it's a real person. A pillow won't snog me."

"Why should it?" says Louis. "You can't even take its bra off."

3️⃣ take my breath and i am yours by feathered {E, 5k}

Louis has never gotten a hickey. Harry gives him one.

4️⃣ give you my fever by beautlouis {E, 10k}

And he’s wanted it even more since he met Louis, it's driven him insane, he spends 90% of his life turned on because of Louis and he’s had no relief at all. He’ll wake up at night too hot and itchy, with Louis warm and sweet smelling next to him, and unable to do anything but wank unsuccessfully, with no release.  “I can try,” Louis says, close enough that Harry’s eyes cross a little trying to look at him. “I want to, I’ve never been with anybody, like, I’ve snogged people, lots of people, but I’ve never—touched anyone.” He clears his throat. “I’d touch you, Hazza.”

Harry’s breathing picks up. “Yes.” He doesn’t think there was a question but he’s a little overwhelmed. “Yes,” he repeats, dizzy.

 *x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first

5️⃣ baby thinking of you keeps me up all night by ballsdeepinjesus {E, 9k}

Louis sputters in response, shaking his head wildly. Harry moves closer, placing his hand on Louis’ chest and trailing it up towards his neck to curve around. “I am younger than you. Bet you like that. Think you can push me around.”

Louis fishmouths, glaring at Harry who reminds him suspiciously of a shark at the moment. He smells blood in the water.

“Is that what this is about, Louis?” Harry asks. He leans in and fits his mouth against Louis’ earlobe, huffing hot breaths into his ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

[harry is a 19 y/o singer and louis is a 29 y/o actor with no love for teenage popstars.]

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Listen to the signs by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 10k}

Louis hates Harry's cliche taste in home decor. When his (sort of) innocent prank gets revealed, Harry shows him why words are so important.

💎 Pretty Miscalculations by @hellolovers13 {E, 5k}

After rudely interrupting Louis’ Christmas shopping, Louis offers Harry a choice and an opportunity to try out his new purchases.

💎 Nothing but Time on His Dirty Hands by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {E, 2k}

Harry enjoys his daydream about Louis Tomlinson.

💎 Stroke of Twelve by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus {E, 2k}

He was close, he was so close, and he knew it was much too soon; the countdown to midnight hadn’t even begun yet.

Or the one where Louis wants Harry to hold off his orgasm so they can come together at the stroke of twelve on New Year's Eve.

💎 beg me silently by @nouies {E, 2k}

“So, your boyfriend…is he planning a magic night for you at home?”

Louis snorts. “He’s not, actually. He’s pretty hardworking, you see, so he comes home late.”

“Such a shame.” Harry walks towards Louis, so close that they’re sharing the same space. “You’re so beautiful, Louis. If you were mine, I wouldn’t make you wait for me.”

[the-fiction-witch]

Bump P3

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Requested: Please do a part 3 Part 3 please 🙏🙏🥺

I woke with a yawn, given how utterly exhausted I had been the last few days. Still not convinced I had caught up on sleep. I pushed myself up slowly trying not to make too much noise. But My heart sank as I saw the little bassinet at the foot of our bed was empty! Panic Immediately set in but It quickly ended as I saw the most beautiful sight. 

Y/n sat up in the bed with a cushion between her and the headboard, her hair pinned up where she had been sleeping, her little nightie around her sweetly, one strap pulled down and her breast revealed with Sebastian cuddled in her arms, Him slowly feeding from her breast. she smiled down at him gently stroking his sweet little head. 

I smiled leaning on the headboard, unable to look away from her as she worked. 

"Good Morning," She smiled, 

"Good Morning," I smiled closing the gap between us and gave her lips a sweet kiss, "and good morning to you too" I smiled giving his head a little kiss "You having a nice time with mummy?"

"He's enjoying his morning drink," She giggled 

"I bet he is, as much as I long to stay, I need to get to work,"

"Of course, We will be here waiting for you."

"I know you will, have a nice day darling"

"You too."

"And You. Be good to your mummy" I told him, 

I quickly got out of bed and got dressed for the day ahead giving them both as many kisses and cuddles as I could manage before heading downstairs and grabbing some toast and marmalade "Thanks Elis," I told her as I took my breakfast she simply nodded working on y/n's breakfast, so I took my bag and headed to work. 

It had been a fairly usual day, checkups, appointments, Sneed pouting like a child where I bruised his nose. I was on fairly minimal hours now only coming in a few hours a day to do my most urgent work, at least for a while. I was concerned given my walk that... I wouldn't have a job to return to and I almost didn't. Snivelling Sneed had gone to Prof to tattle on me, and of course, Prof was going to fire me for insubordination, arrogance, leaving my post, and so on but the moment Sneed mentioned WHY I left unexpectantly, even Prof in his newly sober state almost kicked him up the arse for trying to stop me. When I returned to work Prof even apologized for Sneed and he had sent a few maternity items to the house as an apology and a gift for y/n. In fact many around town had sent things to us in the days since Sebastian was born, which was incredibly kind of them, Even if the nurses had been pestering me, well everyone had really about when they all were to see him, as we had yet to take him out in public or even reveal his name. I had told her it was up to her but I think she just wanted to keep him all to ourselves a little while longer. I had surgery this afternoon nothing major my last job of the day, was just an arm amputation so I was in the room with Sneed as we got prepared, hetty rushing around with another couple of nurses in order to get things prepped and ready. 

When suddenly I spotted a sight indeed, She arrived to the prep room. 

Dressed in her little black boots, usual stockings and other such dress elements, her beautiful little grey dress, her hair pinned up, with her little hat on, as well as her little gloves which she just slipped off as she entered. I smiled so widely almost crying, that she had come to visit me at work, and given I hadn't seen her in anything but her nightie in about two months, she looked so mesmerizingly beautiful. But then I noticed she wasn't alone as with her she tugged with her a little wicker carriage closed up to hide him from the heat. 

"Good Afternoon," She smiled of course immediately getting everyone's attention 

But I couldn't hold back any longer I rushed over and gave her a cuddle and a kiss "Awww Hello darling, you came to visit?"

"Of course I did," She smiled

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you, I thought perhaps everyone could meet him?" she smiled 

"I think that's a wonderful idea." I smiled and honestly as if the hospital was psychic. Honestly, I think one nurse may have just seen her coming in with the pram and thus told everyone else! almost all the nurses, Jim, and even prof all lingered outside the door. So we let everyone in much to Sneed's annoyance and I gave her a kiss letting her take charge of this moment. 

She giggled a little to see how everyone was so excited, and she pulled back the cover slowly pulling him up into her arms so everyone could see him. "Ladies and gentlemen I proudly introduce. Sebastian William Dawkins." She smiled, 

And Immediately there was CHAOS! 

All the nurses wanted to see him and coo over him, they all got their chance to hold him, I was congratulated by everyone in the room! which is strange I really didn't do much, he got a million compliments from everyone saying how cute he was, how sweet he was, how well-behaved he was being, Hell Even SNEED! cracked a smile when he got a turn to hold Sebastian. Until at last he found his way back to me so I could have a cuddle again.

"yes Hello, Hi little guy" I smiled giving him a cuddle 

"Congrats. Really." Sneed said a moment of peace between us

"Thank you, Now everyone out we have a surgery to do." I told them and everyone begrudgingly left but Hetty, and sneed. "Ohh I know I know I want to cuddle you a little longer but Daddy has work to do. Go on then back to your mummy" I smiled giving his head a little kiss and handing him back to Y/n, but the moment I did I noticed his little hand, in it he held the short chain from Sneed's Waistcoat clearing having stolen it without him noticing, Y/n and I looked at each other rather sheepishly but all we could do was laugh "That's my boy." 

"Slippy little devil" She giggled putting him back in his pram with his blanket "So? can we stay?"

"Stay?"

"to watch, I figured Sebastian could watch his daddy work." 

"You are too sweet, of course, but just remember everyone is going to make a fuss of you,"

"I know, It's okay. I'm sure he's excited to get such fuss"

"I'm sure of it." I smiled "Alright as soon as I'm done with the surgery we'll head home" 

She nodded and took the pram with her to the viewing area so she and Sebastian could watch, I continued to sort out and organize I offered my coin to do the flip as usual but he handed it back 

"You do it."

"Thanks," I smirked a little, So we headed out and of course, did the surgery, it wasn't all that exciting but I often glanced up to Y/n seeing her holding Sebastian so he could watch until finally It was over so I cleaned up and met y/n in the entryway "Hello, daddy do good?" I asked as I pulled Sebastian into  a cuddle 

"Aww he loved it, he adored watching his daddy work. A future little surgeon I'm sure of it." 

"Absolutely, future Dr Dawkins right here." I smiled "Shall we head home then?"

"Of course, dinner's waiting" She smiled putting Sebastian back in his pram, so we headed home together, we sat down to dinner and then sat by the fire having a drink each while she fed Sebastian.

"You are the best mother you know that?"

"Awww thank you Jack, you are an excellent father" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss, 

I heard the front door but didn't think much of it. 

Until Elis spoke up. "Uhhh Ma'am." 

we both perked up and immediately I had a heart attack! 

Y/n quickly handed Sebastian to me and fixed her dress as she stood up and turned to see the man in the doorway in his naval uniform, So I quickly put Sebastian in his crib and stood too. 

"Hello, Father," She smiled 

"y/n! sweetheart!" He gleamed so eager to see her but he then looked at me and Sebastian confused about who I was and why I was here. "Wha-"

"I...I Have some new father." She said "I uhh i-" She began nervously but I took her hand standing with her to keep her close "I got married father, while you were gone."

"M-married!"

"I did, This is my husband Dr Jack Dawkins. We fell in love Father and I know we should have waited but we wanted to be together so badly, I do hope you're not angry."

"Y/n, my sweet daughter, I'm not angry" he reassured and she ran giving him a tight hug "I'm so happy you found who makes you happy," He smiled pushing her back gently and turning his attention to me "Please to meet you Son." He said offering his hand 

"Sir." I smiled shaking his hand 

"Doctor?"

"Surgeon sir. Surgeon Leftiant actually, New to Port Victoria" 

"Ahh good man" He saluted "Captian myself."

"Ohh sir." I saluted back "I'm sorry she never said-"

"I wasn't when I left" he winked "You take care of my daughter?"

"Yes sir, I have a job at the royal Hosptial."

"Well I am sorry I missed it all you two, But I look forward to getting to know my son in law" He smiled bringing her hand and giving it to me 

"I look forward to getting to know you too sir."

"Thank you Father" She smiled 

"Anything else I've missed?" He laughed

"Well..." She blushed going to fetch Sebastian and he looked shocked but very happy "You're a grandfather too."

"A-A Grandfather!" He smiled overjoyed "May I?"

"Of course" she smiled handing Sebastian over to her father he held him gently in his arms sweetly crying at the sight of his grandson 

"His name?"

"Sebastian" She smiled 

"Oh?" He asked curiously

"Captain Sebastian Grimm, Got me my job in the navy without him I'd never be here, or with y/n."

"Understandable" He nods 

"Sebastian William Dawkins" She smiled telling him Sebastian's full name "After your father."

He wiped away his tears, "My grandson, I cannot think of a better sight to return home to" He smiled before he handed Sebastian back to us and then hugged all three of us tightly. "I am so happy to be home."

[meowmeowriley]

Don’t mind me while I scream incoherently about the latest chapter of WsDB because holy shit was it good!!!

Ghost is the biggest shit ever and I love that for him (he deserves those strawberry’s).

all the gifts from his family the skull jumper were really well thought out (Soaps gonna lose his shit when he finds out Ghost’s part Scottish) The Akubra!!!! and the Skull omfg the sweet and twisted fluffy feelings 😭 They’re both in love and neither of the dumb arses realise it yet (I bet everyone else does though)

Poor price though he’s so worried for is anti social son. Ghost: *going out of his way to show affection and share things about himself with the team* Price: *sweating* wondering if he needs to call an ambulance or a priest first

Were Prices photos an 09 reference? How old is that hat?! I forgot you mentioned that Gaz’s girlfriend would be a spider! She must cop so much shit all the time (good on Kyle for not letting anyone add to it) I have a couple questions about her but all ask them later. Soap is so excited about his big family and ghost is about to go “hold my beer”. THE SPIRAL holy shit, like yes Ghost you do need therapy but that’s besides the point, your fucked up feelings are both weirdly sweet and reciprocated. Soap would 100% honour and respect every part of Ghost dead or alive they match each others freak. So your telling me that at the family show and tell Roach brought a photo of him with the rest of the 141 acting like idiots because they’re his family (your paying my physic bills because my heart just broke)

I love how Gaz and Roach are initially shocked by Ghost being trans but after it wears off they don’t actually care (meanwhile soap is in the background trying to do math) it’s just a thing like the sky is blue, the earth is round and Ghost is trans. The bigger shock is the whole rabbit situation, I can’t wait till soap finds out exactly what type of rabbit Ghost is. (Especially after what he just said lol) and Ghost’s last words for the chapter amounting to “I wouldn’t betray your trust but I have and will continue to fuck with you.

Sorry it's taken me a while to get back to this, but I wanted to give people a change to read it since this is a bit spoilery for chapter 3. ❤ Hopefully its been enough time, let's dive in!

Ghost being a little shit is one of my favorite parts of this fic, he deserves to be a menace.

Soap and his Akubra have been rotting my brain since it was first mentioned, and it will come up again. The man looks damn good in that hat.

Soap giving Ghost a fucking rabbit skull of all things, he's trying so hard to get into Ghost's good graces, and had no clue at the time how fucked up that action was 😂 next chapter will have our first taste of Soap's POV and his realization of the implications of his actions.

Price watching Ghost come out of his shell like 😰 lol the poor guy, he's never seen Ghost act like this and he's worried the man is losing it.

So Price's photos were a bit of a personal headcanon of mine, because Modern Warfare's Price isn't the first, only Price in the Call of Duty games. There was a Captain Price in Call of Duty and Call of Duty 2, who looks similar but his accent is way thicker and the timeline is set in WW2. There's also mention of a Johnathan Price in COD Black Ops. It's never explicitly stated (to my knowledge) that that man is one and the same as our Captain from MW. Anyway, I like to believe that the Price family has been sending their boys off to be Captains for generations.

Please ask about Gaz's spider GF, I love her, and want to talk about her!

Roach's family photos was fun and sad to write. Basically, by joining the military he severed ties with his old gang, who were all he had. So the 141 means everything to him. This will be important later. 😈

Ghost: I'm trans

Everyone: huh, okay, didn't know that. Woulda never guessed.

Ghost: also I'm a rabbit

Everyone: minds blown, chaos, worldview shattered

And lastly, as much as Ghost is fucking with and going to continue fucking with Soap, trust that I have all kinds of mental and emotional fuckery planned for you lot, my lovely readers. 😘

[toomuchracket]

shy gf watching ross workout and she gets all blushy and ross teases her abt it.. then they fuck obv

he lets out a little groan as he moves and you respond automatically with a little squeaky gasp and his head just snaps up to look at you and smirk like "you alright there, love? having a nice time?", and oh god look at his arms look at the sweat running down his body look at how flushed he is, the exact same sort of flush he gets after you... all you can do is take a deep breath and nod, and ross giggles and winks at you and continues. but you're getting turned on as you watch him, increasingly so, to the point where you can't get comfy because you're so wet - ross clocks this, of course, and gets up and holds a hand out to you like "fancy a shower?", and you'd be remiss to say no. it starts out sweet, in fairness, him behind you as the water heats up, but it soon gets freaky - his hand comes up to rub your nipple and pinch it as he says "you really liked watching me, didn't you, love? saw you shuffling around on that seat. bet if i checked now, you'd be wet", and you just breathe out "please" before he slides his hand down your body and between your legs. he moans like "fucking soaked. want me to fix that for you, my girl?", and you whine a plea and boldly rub your arse against him; ross groans again and says "brace yourself, then", before bending you over and quite literally fucking you STUPID from behind. by the end of it, YOU feel like you've done a workout lmao, but you wouldn't have it any other way <3

[foxyafroninja]

Thoughts I have about MW141 crew

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Prompt- Bar fights (you get in one)

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Price 🧔🏻‍♂️-

Personally I believe Price would let you fight a little. At least let you get a few good punches in before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and starts pulling you away.

“Alright that’s enough of that dear. You’ve made your point.”

Will probably chastise you a little later as he patches you up about controlling your temper

But is also proud that his training with you is sticking and you can hold your own in a fight.

Soap 🧼-

Will 100% let you fight your own battles and is cheering you on as you kick ass

“Hey man aren’t you going to stop them?” Soap-“ Are you nuts!? Look at em’ go! KICK THEIR ARSE, BABY!”

Would probably have a betting ring going as you fought.

Is so proud of you after it’s over. Kisses you so passionately and is kinda turned on by watching you kick ass.

Gaz 🇬🇧-

Oh this sweet boy is trying to stop it before it even gets that far. He’s already stepping between you and the other person.

“ Trust me mate, you REALLY don’t want to do this”

He isn’t scared that you’ll GET hurt he’s scared that you’ll maybe take it a bit to far and get them banned from your favorite pub

Is fighting right along with you if it kicks off. Not because you can’t handle yourself, but because you’re a team and teams stick together.

Ghost 👻-

Not even phased when he hears the punch. Just tosses back his drink and he is right there with you

“Nobody fights alone, yeah?”

Literally a tag team “free bird” choreographed type fight. Like omg you two are a deadly whirlwind of fists. It’d be beautiful if it wasn’t so scary.

Walking out of the pub side-by-side after taking out like 15 people. That’s the 3rd pub this month you are banned for life from but who cares. You can drink at home.

Alejandro💃🏻-

Another boy who hears the punch and just casually watches from near by, enjoying the show

“Oi, you gonna stop ‘em?” Literally laughs in their face. “ Hermano, I don’t feel like losing an eye tonight.”

Steps in as soon as you break a bottle. Slaps the bottle out of your hand, tosses you over their shoulder and walks out of the bar.

Smack you on the ass as you try and get free. “ That’s enough out of you gato montés”

Graves 🤠-

Is already throwing the first punch in your fight. Nobody talks to his S/O like that and keeps their teeth

Southern gentleman pride dictates he must beat that person to a bloody pulp. The fact you are helping him do it is just a bonus.

Will make sure they apologized to you before he knocks them unconscious. Not like you can understand what they said they are so messed up but it’s the principle.

Has never been more in love with you than in this very moment. “Darlin’ you are so sexy when you are mad… let’s get out of here.”

Rodolfo 🇲🇽-

Sees where this is heading and is trying to stop it before it starts. It’s been a long day can’t they just have a nice night out

Starts pulling you away and then hears the person say something under their breath about him. You freeze and he lets out a deep sigh “So close”

You are throwing punches and kicks even as he is pulling you off the person. You are locked on and ready to kill.

Eventually drags you away and chastises you a little for starting a dumb fight, but it warms his heart that you are so willing and ready to fight for him.

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Aw man that was fun lol I’ll have to think of more of these things.

[knight-of-flowerss]

Ubbe x Shield Maiden!reader

FLINGS OF WAR

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Ubbe was a polite man, well rounded, never raised his voice unless needed, but when it came to battle, that was all out the window.

Ubbe is still a man. Men have needs, urges, that need to be met. And with Margarethe so so far away, it was making him pent up. And a pent up Viking is not one you want to be around. Maybe it’s good in battles where the anger is needed but when it is just on a ship or setting up camp, you wanna give that blue balled cunt a punch in the face.

Now as a shield maiden you took great pride in yourself for all your accomplishments, especially being the leader of a well known only shield maiden army. You never let a man boss you or your women about. Especially not some Ragnarsson that thinks they own everyone.

Ubbe was basically a foot up your ass with everything you did. You wanted to train your women? Why aren’t you training them with the rest, your not better than us. You wanted to have first grabs on the soup you and your women supplied all the meat for? Why are you being greedy, there’s more than just yourself and your little she-wolf pack here. Yep, a literally kick to the crotch anytime you tried to do anything.

But there was one day. One day when you found him in the woods with one of your more, annoying, shield maidens. You had heard all kind of moans and groans coming from there as you went hunting for tonight’s food.

Finally, you peeked behind a tree and spotted someone’s bare arse cheeks, covering your mouth with your hand as giggles nearly sputtered out. Peeking further, you saw that bitch Aada, on her back like a whore for whoever that man was, then, his head tilted back.

Ubbe fucking Lothbrok.

Jumping out from behind the tree you scream, “AADA! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? YOU LOOK LIKE A SLAVE GETTING FUCKED BY HER OWNER, GET OFF YOUR BACK YOU WHORE!”

Aada jumped up, gathering her cloak to shield her nude body from your piercing eyes. While Ubbe just fucking laughed. “Aww, poor little ___ can’t stand to see me impale another women without her having first grabs like she does with everything.” That cocky little fucker.

“Go.” Ubbe said sternly to Aada who was just sitting there in shock. She quickly gathered her garments and scurried away. “So.. how long were you standing there? I bet you where wishing it was me, i bet your pussy’s soaked just watching me fuck her. Isn’t it baby?” Ubbe smirked while he said that, already knowing it was true.

Remember how I said Ubbe was a pain up your arse, he literally was. By the sense that the pain was his thick cock slamming back into you over and over as he grabs your hair and pushes your head down on whatever surface you’d be fucking on that day.

“Shut up Ubbe. Why where you doing that? Why Aada? Why one of my shield maidens? What about me?” You swore you saw his dick twitch through his pants as you stepped closer, cleavage nearly busting through your shirt.

“I’m a Viking warrior, I take and make it mine, just like Margarethe and just like that sweet pussy that draws my cock to fuck you senseless.“ you looked up at him, “Then why don’t you ever do it? You only ever take pleasure with my ass, why not take me as yours?”

He laughed a little then let out a strained sigh, “You want me to take you right on the forest floor don’t you?” You bit your lip, “Please Ubbe, claim me, make me yours, show everyone who I belong to.”

His large, veiny hands grabbed your throat and brought you closer to him, he slammed his lips down onto yours, aggressively taking control as you gasped into his mouth. Said hands then ripped your shirt and harshly grabbed onto your plush tits, squeezing them and eventually letting go of your lips to bend down and suck your hard nipples.

While he’s giving your tits some much loved attention, he pulls your pants down your legs and forces his fingers inside your sopping pussy, squelching as he fingers your fast and hard.

Your legs buckle underneath you as the sluttiest moan you’ve ever had spews out of your mouth, echoing through the forest.

After pushing your pants fully down and off your legs, Ubbe pulls one of your legs above his shoulder, kissing down from your tits to your pulsing, wet pussy. He latches onto your clit, sucking on it harshly and giving it some much needed attention. Your whole body starts to shake as you can feel yourself nearing your peek, I mean, who could blame you for cumming this early? You have a literal sex god working wonders on your clit and thrusting his long, thick fingers inside of you.

You grab onto his hair and double over, trying to retain some balance. Your moans are all you can hear apart from the squelching and sucking from Ubbe eating you like it’s his last meal before battle.

“Holy fuck Ubbe im gonna cum. Baby I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck fuc-“ The the son of a bitch just stops. Panting you look down to him smirking, “WHAT THE FUCK UBBE I WAS SO CLOSE!” He laughed, “I wanna see you work for it,” he took your leg off his shoulder and started to lie down, “I wanna feel that gorgeous pussy fucking itself on my face, desperate to cum. C’mon baby, fuck my face like the little whore you ar-“ with that you planted your pussy on top of his mouth, grabbing his hair, and fucking that cocky mouth ‘til you cum.

Eventually, after a few minutes of grinding on his mouth, you where close, you needed to cum. Desperately. But Ubbe had other plans, again.

He pushed you off him and forced you to the floor, you were just about to start screaming at him before he thrusted his thick cock inside of you. Your mouth which was just open to curse him out let out a gutteral moan as you arched your back on the forest floor.

Ubbe fucked himself into you like a wild animal, grunts and huffs were all you could hear above you. It was his first time inside your pussy and he was gonna make the absolute most of it, his left hand gripped your throat as his right harshly pawed at your tits. Your left hand grabbed your tits aswell, as your right hand travelled down your body to hastily stroke your clit.

You were both lost in the heat of the moment as your peaks were in view, “I’m gonna fuck my children into you my love, I will take you as my wife after this war is won and I’m going to give this pussy pleasure each and every night. You will be the mother of my children, not Margarethe, you. Im gonna cum soon are you ready sweetheart?”

You nodded and he dips his head down to lazily kiss your lips, his hips driving into you at a phenomenal pace. Your whimpers and moan grew louder and louder until you latched your legs around his hips and pushed him deeper into you, making you cum hard.

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Hiii! This was asked by an anon so I unfortunately can’t tag them but yep here it is! I feel like I’m still in writers block but this was still fun to write either way :) also sorry if it’s bad I haven’t wrote in a WHILE😅

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Tags: @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @thethreeeyed-raven @naaladareia @thelirofnorthlands

[blueraineshadows]

Imelda Reyes Plays Boss

WARNING ⚠️ This is dirty!!! Filthy, filthy smut! F!MC x Imelda Reyes 🌶 NSFW at all

Things get really steamy in the girls Slytherin bathroom - dirty talk, boss bitch, girl on girl, bi

MC moaned, her head twisting from side to side as she neared release, panting and gasping. She couldn't believe this was happening, or how fucking horny it was...

It all started when she went to bathe after Quidditch practise...

The bath water was nice and hot. MC sank into it with a sigh. That had been one intense Quidditch practise and she was going to feel it tomorrow.

She heard the slap of bare feet across the floor and cracked open an eye to see Imelda marching towards the tub beside her. The privacy screens were there, but it wasn't completely private. Imelda spotted her and paused, she arched a brow, and then went to her tub. The water ran, there was a rustle of removed clothing, and then she heard Imelda's relaxing sigh.

MC relaxed again, eyes closed, beginning to drift.

"What's the deal with you and Sallow then, MC? Are you fucking, or what?"

MC's eyes flew open at Imelda's question and she looked towards the privacy screen that seperated them. Blunt, and to the point, as usual. "Erm, no, we're not doing anything like that."

"You kissed him yet?"

MC blushed. "Yes."

A sigh. "I see."

"Why do you ask?"

Silence. It stretched and MC thought Imelda may have decided she'd had enough of the conversation. She heard the slosh of water and movement behind the screen. Then Imelda appeared around it, naked as the day she was born. She leant a shoulder against the wall, looking down at MC in her bath, water dripping off her limbs.

MC squirmed a little under Imelda's scrutiny and moved to cover her private parts. Imelda smirked. "No need to be shy on my account, ain't nothing I've not seen before,' she said. "You've got pretty tits, MC. I can see why Sallow gets all dribbly when you're near him."

MC flushed. Her eyes dropped to Imelda's breasts, smooth globes peaked with dark tips. Imelda's smirk deepened. "Obviously, you like lads if you're snogging Sallow," she said. There was a cheeky glint in her eye now. "Have you ever kissed a girl, though?"

"No," MC said. She licked her lips. What the fuck was going on?

"Wanna try?"

MC just stared at her. Was this a joke? A prank?

Imelda gave a little half shrug. "No skin off my nose if you ain't into it. I just get a little horny after Quidditch practise sometimes. A quick snog might do the job, unless you want me to get you off too? I'm good, trust me."

Imelda's gaze wandered down to where MC's hands were covering her pussy. She licked her lips. "I bet you taste good."

MC gaped. Not just at Imelda's bluntness, but also at the slow trickle of heat that was gathering where her hands were clasped.

"You're thinking about it, I can tell."

And that's how MC ended up with her arse perched on the edge of the bath tub, legs wide while Imelda, on her knees, finger fucked her to within an inch of her life. Imelda hadn't been lying when she said she was good. MC felt the quiver of her release deep in her pussy as Imelda thrust with one hand, and swirled with the other. MC watched in fascination, Imelda's face deep in concentration, fierce and in command like she was on the pitch.

"I knew your pussy would be sweet," she said. "Look at you, spitting spunk over my fingers like a good little bitch," Imelda hissed.

MC moaned, her cheeks flushed and tight, hands gripping the edge of the tub. She had opted out of the snogging. Too personal. This, however, this was turning her on more than she thought.

Imelda punished her nub, grunting as she serviced MC. "Come on, bitch, give me the goods," she demanded. "Cum, cum for me. Just think how much dear ole Sebby would be creaming in his pants at the sight of this, his cock all stiff and throbbing. I bet he wants to pound this pussy so bad."

Imelda was panting, her own face now flushed with excitement. She kept one hand swirling on MC's clit, three fingers spreading and rubbing that little delight. Imelda's other hand went to herself, rubbing vigorously, her hips bucking. She gave a little cry, watching as a blob of MC's juices slid from her slit. Imedla groaned, her hand on MC going slack for a beat as she crashed into her own release. MC felt a tight clench at Imelda's moans of pleasure, and then she was cumming, moaning in her own pleasure and shock.

Imelda stood and licked the fingers that had been in MC. "Sweet," she said. Her face grew stern. "This is between us," she said. "And don't even think about it becoming a regular thing. That's not my style."

MC nodded. She hadn't been planning on telling anyone anyway.

Imelda bent to wash her hands in the tub. "You did good out on the pitch today, MC. Keep it up."

With that, Imelda sauntered round to her side of the privacy screen, leaving MC a stunned, flushed mess on the side of the tub.

[petermorwood]

That was lunch, made quick-and-simple * but dressed up nicely for its photo-op.

* Very quick-and-simple; it was based on a packet of just-add-water oxtail soup, because there are some days when I Could Not Be Arsed, even a simple tomato soup that’s just a couple of tins of tomatoes, an onion, some garlic, some peeling, some chopping, some oil, some seasoning, some cooking, some blending...

Yeah. Enuff said.

However, that didn’t stop me from a few grab-and-chuck-in enhancements - and once I’d announced that, @dduane​ said: ”Write it up for your followers, and take pictures.”

So...

The enhancements were some orzo and a splash of red wine vinegar from the cupboard, sweet paprika, smoked paprika, cayenne (it’s cold today) and ground caraway from the spice drawer, and some frozen red and green sweet pepper from the freezer.

(Side-note - I slice and freeze my own peppers on cookie sheets, then bag ‘em; also onions and carrots, i.e. the sort of thing I’d take from the freezer, weigh frost and all then throw straight into a pot when making soup or stew. Casual approach? You bet... :-> I’ve never done a price comparison, but I bet it works out cheaper-by-weight than buying them that way.)

So I made the soup as per instructions - add water, stir until boiling, heat down and simmer 5 mins - adding everything else at the beginning and extending the simmer to 15 minutes because of the orzo and peppers.

Then it went into a bowl, got garnished with a dollop of plain yogurt and another grind of chilli, and behold:

Soup even with pasta in it works better with bread, and it just so happens we’ve been baking interesting loaves recently.

So, some First Draft and Second Draft herb bread went into a bowl and onto a plate - these, like the cutlery, are mostly meant as photo props - and behold:

For something which started as little more than flour, salt and flavourings, that soup turned out remarkably well; warming, filling and tasty.

As for the bread, the 2-D herb loaf is just as good as the 1-D, but more herby since DD doubled the amount of herbs while reducing the variety. It’s possible for too many different herbs to argue with each other and end up cancelling out the very effect you’re hoping for, something I suspect happened with the 1-D loaf.

2-D loaf used just basil, tarragon and an “Italian Seasoning” (bought as a packet, put in a jar, so no ingredients list, sorry!) which seems to rely on oregano.

Also, confession time, I wrote in the 1-D recipe that DD was using pumpkin-seed oil (since ETA’d to correct); she actually used olive oil since she couldn’t find the pumpkin-seed oil because someone (cough) had put it away without saying where.

The 2-D bread did have pumpkin-seed oil, which affected both the colour and - wow! it’s nice - the flavour. This now makes us both wonder about using walnut, hazelnut and similar unusual oils in an otherwise basic bread recipe, such as the one I bake every couple of days for the house.

Something ELSE to experiment with. :->

[girl-next-door-writes]

My Mother Will Start To Worry

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader 

Summary: Just some cute domestic style fluff with the lovely Mr. Steven Grant. 

Word Count: 1173 words 

Prompt: #10: A and B bake/cook together. 

“Are you sure about this love?” Steven asked for the tenth time since you had bustled into his kitchen carrying a large variety of bags.  

“I am certain about this. Look, I know you don’t want to be a bother, that you hate feeling a burden, but this will be fun, and I WANT to do this for you. So, get that cute arse of yours into this kitchen and help me figure out what I’ve got for which recipe. I’ve not made any of these yet, so they might turn out totally crap, but that’s part of the fun.” You gave him a bright smile and he found his feet moving of their own volition.  

Steven picked up the pile of papers you’d placed on the counter, raising an eyebrow as he fought to hold back his own smile. You were always so thoughtful and the warm, fuzzy feeling he got when you were around was rather addictive. Of course, you would have gone out of your way to include him in little things, that was just the kind of person you were.  

It had been a few days ago, the two of you sitting on your sofa watching old episodes of The Great British Bake Off. Steven had felt the most relaxed he’d ever been in his life, snuggled into the cushions and chuckling at all your little comments on the bakes.  

“I bet that tastes gorgeous! I mean, just look at how good that gingerbread tree looks!” You had enthused. 

“I wouldn’t know, not like it’s vegan, is it.” He’s shrugged, totally unaware of you now staring at him as he carried on watching the program. It wasn’t a big deal to him, he was used to not having things, but you were floored by this revelation.  

Of course, you knew gingerbread wasn’t vegan what with the eggs and stuff, it just had never really occurred to you how many treats you took for granted that you couldn’t share with the sweet man sat beside you. Memories of baking with your family surfaced, and you realised that Steven possibly never had that, and that made you feel so sad.  

That’s why you had landed at his place late this morning with a whole host of things for baking a vegan sweet feast. Not that you had any idea how it would turn out, or if the recipes you’d found online were any good, you just wanted to give Steven an experience.  

“Okay, so you’ve got orange and cranberry cookies, pinwheel cookies, gingerbread?” His head shoot up and he looked at you with confused surprise.  

“Yeah, I found a vegan gingerbread and thought we could make gingerbread men. If it goes really well then, we could maybe attempt a gingerbread house next year.” You hummed as you lined up ingredients, completely unaware of the affect your words had on Steven.  

You had just implied that you would be spending next Christmas together, and his heart was doing flips. You saw a future with him? He’d hoped you did, but to have it confirmed in such a casual manner, as if he should already know, had him practically vibrating with happiness.  

“I’ve also got one there for a chocolate cake too. I thought it would be nice for us to have some desserts we can share, you know?” You looked over the kitchen counter at him and tilted your head a little, unable to decipher the expression on his face.  

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s- that’ll be...” He couldn’t form complete sentences, his mind still on the fact that you wanted to stay, that you intended to stay, and that you were finding ways to intertwine your lives.  

An hour later and the kitchen looked like a bombsite. There were mixing bowls and spoons and pans everywhere, but neither of you noticed the mess as you were too busy trying to follow the recipe for the chocolate cake.  

“Okay, but when it says ‘a large avocado’ does that mean all of it?” 

“Well, that’s what it says.” 

“But does it mean ‘all’ of it or just the insides?” You frowned at the piece of paper once more. This was supposed to be an easy one, but it was definitely far from it.  

“Let’s go with the flesh, the insides. I think that should be okay.” Steven looked at you with a hopeful smile.  

“Okay, you keep mixing and I’ll sort the avocado.” You nodded, grabbing a kitchen knife. “You know, I would never in a million years thought of putting avocado in a cake.”  

“Well, after this you might never do it again. Might taste bloody awful.” Steven chuckled, watching you with such tenderness. In all honesty, he didn’t care what it tasted like, he was enjoying the process and the experience of baking together.  

It was early evening by the time everything was done, washed up and packed away. On the kitchen counter sat a plate with a rather gooey looking chocolate cake, a cooling tray of slightly burnt orange and cranberry cookies, and a tub of hideous looking pinwheel cookies whose colours had all ran together creating rather a horrific effect of a frog in a blender rather than beautiful Christmassy swirls. The two of you were lounging on the sofa, a plate of tiny gingerbread men on the table in front of you.  

“You’ve got flour in your hair.” you giggled as Steven’s cheeks flushed red and he ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to look more presentable. “The salt and pepper look suits you.” 

“Oh yeah, the looking like a prat thing does it for you, does it?” He chuckled, trying not to freeze as you reached over and ran your fingers through his unruly curls.  

“You don’t look like a prat. More like a badger.” You smirked, now satisfied you’d brushed the white powder from his locks.  

“If I was a badger then I’d be hibernating, so you wouldn’t have to be worrying about vegan anything. Then again, if I was a badger, I’d have a hard time being vegan.” He frowned.  

“You are adorable, you know that?” You leaned in and kissed his cheek before he could even register your movements.  

“Yeah, well, gotta be something, right? Not like I’m a baker.” He watched you lean over and pick up a gingerbread, biting it’s head off and chewing thoughtfully.  

“I don’t know. I think with a bit of practice you might get a Paul Hollywood handshake.”  

Steven wasn’t as convinced, but he appreciated your encouragement. Perhaps the two of you could do more things like this together, things he’d never really attempted on his own. It definitely made it more fun to have a partner. That word seemed to float around in his chest. Partner. Whatever you two had, you hadn’t put a label on it, but he was rather hopeful you might.  

“Hey! Don’t eat ‘em all!” He pouted playfully, reaching over for a gingerbread. This was certainly something he could get used to.  

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

A pet play sub/dom x reader fic of Julian with smut, dirty talk, teasing and aftercare? 👉👈

*NSFW PET PLAY JULIAN X READER FIC* "Good Pet"

Julian had a new pet he enjoyed playing with, that pet was you.

He walks into his living room and has in one hand his glass of rum and coke with the ice cubes loudly clinking and in the other he's gripping a silver metal dog lead that's just over 2 feet long. He turns and playfully whistles as you slowly come round the corner with the leash attached to a black leather dog collar around your neck. You're wearing a black leather bra and panties.

As you compliantly walk into his kitchen you're greeted by him and how hot he looks, he's wearing his usual outfit tight black tshirt showing off his muscles and black trousers, a small satisfied smile curls up on his lips as he carefully tugs on the leash leading you over to the couch and sits himself down. He sits very relaxed with both legs apart, one hand on his rum and coke that's on the arm of the chair and the other on the leash. You obediently kneel in front of him staring down at his black leather Harley Davidson boots like a good little pet, you're so close you can smell his cologne and it makes your knees go weak.

“Look at me,” Julian commands firmly and you stare up as you do you're greeted by his handsome tanned face staring down at you, his prominent nose, icy blue eyes and jet black hair, he's smirking smugly showing the dimples on his cheeks he loves how submissive you're being for him he finds it so cute but also hot, dominance is simply something that runs in Julian's veins, he reaches a hand out stroking your cheek tenderly. “Is my little kitten hungry?” You nod fiercely and he grabs a tiny round chocolate sweet from a bag nearby on the table and holds his hand out flat as you eagerly eat it from his palm.

“Attagirl” he silkily praises stroking your cheek with his finger tips his gold ring brushing the side of your face and then he removes the leash from the silver ring on the collar. “Come lay on my lap” You lay on his lap the way you know he wants you to with your arse underneath his wide beefy chest, you can feel the warmth of his body heat, the collar feels thick on your neck. He lovingly carresses your underwear with his big hand and even with the most minimal contact he can feel they're partly soaked. He chuckles lightly.

“Mm someone's awfully wet eh?” Julian coos rubbing the crotch of your panties in a teasing manner, looking down at you as your head is laying sideways on a black silk cushion, those words make your clit throb with desire and your knees weaken even more. “How long has it been since I gave you my cock? A few weeks now?” He rips your panties off in one sweep and exposes your glistening soaked pussy to the air. “Poor baby so horny and desperate for me to fuck you aren't ya? Look how soaked you are tsk tsk tsk” You moan silently arousal spikes through you and you buck your hips uncontrollably on his knee feeling ashamed you had no control over your body's reaction to his playful teasing words, he gently laughs at this finding it amusing. His fingers slide up and down your sensitive flesh becoming drenched and it tickles but feels so good. “You been a naughty girl? You been touching yourself without my permission when I'm not around?” you let out a muffled “No” into the cushion. His fingers travel down and they mildly rub your swollen clit making you emit a loud whine.

“Good. You fucking like that? I bet your pussy is throbbing so bad right honey?” This makes you even wetter to his absolute delight and the pulsing in your pussy is now worse than before and you whimper. “Aw what's the matter sweetheart? Does it hurt? You can't take it anymore?” You look over at him as best you can from the pillow and try to shake your head frantically with tears misting in your eyes for how desperate you are for any sexual relief from him. “Want me to make it better? You want me to make you come?” You twitch your hips again with a small tear running down your cheek and rub your clit against the fabric of his trousers for any kind of relief he'll let you have your hips slowly move forward.

“Yes, God yes please,” you needily whine being reduced to a begging tortured wreck practically humping his knee he smiles devilishly at the slick sopping wetness between your legs and gently begins rubbing your arse cheeks.

“Say the words kitten” Julian purrs seductively.

'“Yes master..please, please make me come'“ Julian takes a sip of his drink and puts it down then from underneath one of his cushions he gets out a hot pink rampant rabbit dildo he turns it on as it buzzes and lightly brushes it up against your entrance. Where the hell did he get that from? You feel him push the hard yet silky toy inside you and your eyes widen in surprise as you gasp. You moan out uncontrollably as he slowly moves it in and out of you but not doing much else to sexually torture you, how cruel. You gasp louder feeling it poke you, you pretend it's his cock, you're so moist you're a filthy saturated mess and you're practically dripping on his knee. He loves it. He's still going at a torturous slow pace and you know because you've used that particular dildo on yourself before that those two “bunny ears” on the underneath side tickle and stimulate your clit in a divine manner you desperately need him to put those on your clit and make you climax you've never needed anything more in your life.

“Juliannnn,” you whine his name as if saying it causes you physical pain. “please make me come, pleeeasse?” He presses down on the button and the vibrating pleasure between your legs stops.

“Why did you stop?” You ask croakily.

“You called me the wrong name” he says sternly.

“Sorry master” you whine and he chuckles triumphantly at what a mess you are and lightly slaps your arse, he presses the button again this time putting it on a higher speed and you spread open your legs as much as you can to encourage him to let the flicking vibrating ears find their way to your neglected clit. They do and it feels like pure heaven as they tickle, flick and vibrate on the bundle of nerves. You close your eyes, gasping and moaning your body squirming on him and the couch.

“Oh my, oh my God” you moan helplessly against one of his silk cushions. He pushes it in and out at a faster pace now.

“You like that you little slut?” His masculine voice teases.

“Mm, yes I love it so much,” you mewl helplessly. “Feels so good..ah” he moves the dildo in and out of your sensitive flesh rubbing the ears against your clit and stimulating it at the same time, it feels like pure sweet bliss and and you can feel the waves of pleasure rippling through you as the heat swirls in the pit of your stomach, he speeds up even more brutally pushing the thick buzzing delight in your cunt you want to cry it feels so good and you know with how big his muscles are that arm is not going to get tired anytime soon. He's looking down with a sly smile as your moans and cries have got louder and you're panting, you keep bucking your hips involuntarily, your nipples have hardened and they're wonderfully brushing up against his jeans everytime you move. Your eyes roll back in your skull Julian pushes your hair out of the way so he can see your wrecked blushing face and your desperate scrunched up expression. He grabs your hair pulling it back ever so slightly forcing you to roll over and lay on your right side staring down at you hungrily like he wants to devour you, he wraps his arm around your chest and pulls you up as you lay sideways but both legs are spread one is on top of the couch, he leans down and kisses your neck softly while he jack hammers you with the toy with the other hand in the most orgasmic way.

“That's it baby you gonna come for me kitten?” He whispers darkly in your ear looking down at you as he drills and twists your cunt with it, the rabbit ears work their magic as you're so close tears are forming in your eyes and your breathing is erratic and out of control, you're moaning so loudly you can barely hear all the dirty awful things he's whispering in your ear. You look up at his black goatee and the cruel grin he has on his face.

“Yes, yes master i'm-i'm gonna come ohhhh fuuuuck!” you breathlessly pant and feel dizzy and then with one last push and one last exquisite stroke of your clit everything feels too hot, your body dissolves into pleasure you feel like there's an explosion it makes you cry out and shake as he holds you close and watches you orgasm. He gradually slows down as tears stream from your eyes spoiling your makeup, he removes the toy and you wince slightly at the loss of contact as he throws it on the floor he looks down at the puddle of your come that gushed from you onto his jeans and some on the expensive stolen leather sofa and he laughs silently, if anyone else had made a mess on that couch he'd be angry but you're his pet and pets get special treatment.

Your breathing has slowed down a bit but you feel light headed, your clit is painfully sore, your head spinning you feel slightly drunk, the powerful orgasm took it out of you and you're done in. He sits you upright so you lay on his chest so gently it takes you by surprise considering he was mercilessly pounding your pussy with a dildo barely 3 minutes ago. He kisses you delicately and wipes the tears away from your eyes with the pad of his thumb. Your hair is a mess, you're a mess and you feel physically shattered. His arms are big and he's so warm, you feel safe and protected in his hold. He knows the rush and emotional impact of this ordeal is something that's hit you like a train.

“You ok honey?” Julian asks calmly rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. You gently nod.

“Such a good girl,” he praises gently in your ear and his somewhat rough hand gently strokes your back. “You came so hard” you begin to cry from how overwhelming yet euphoric the experience was and you wrap your arms around him your face buried in one of his plump pecs and you silently thank him.

“You're welcome sweetheart, since you've been such a good kitten how about I give you a nice bath?” You nod against his chest and he smiles warmly as he kisses your sweaty forehead and princess carries you to his bathroom.

You're naked in the bath tub the water is warm and soapy and you're struggling not to fall asleep as he gently bathes you with a blue wash cloth. When he's done he gets you out of the bath lifting you like you're as light as a feather to him, he gently dries you off and wraps you up in your favorite dressing gown. He princess carries you to his bed lays you down and lets you sleep. You've never been happier to be someone's pet.

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