#like its not hard to love me he just wants to get it right in whatever way that looks like

[isaidlandowecanbeworldchampion]

Pretty Girl Part 2 || LN4 x Reader x OP81

A/n: Hiii, so its done hope you enjoy, if you have any advice on how to make my writing better it would be appreciated or even more fic ideas :) - Love from Pookie <3

Warnings: smut, threesome, Oral ( M & F receiving), Cumplay, dom!landoscar, honorifics (sir), discussion of DP

LANDO: i know you can hear us.

LANDO: come join? 

Oscar looked at his phone in… awe? The small text bubble appearing moments after he had heard Lando saying those lewd things. His cock was so hard, straining against his jeans. 

“Fuck it” he murmured, standing and making his way to Landos driver room. 

—-

Y/n pulled off lando when she heard the knock at the door, looking up at lando with her head tilted.

“Go on, pretty girl. Go and see who it is” Lando smiled sweetly.

She stood and padded softly over to the door, opening it slowly. Oscar groaned at the sight of her debauched face. Drool dripped down her chin and onto her breasts, her white shirt going see through where it was dampened. 

She held the door and he entered quickly, joining Lando near the bed, “Are you sure,mate?” He asked.

Lando nodded and Oscar turned to look at her, tilting his head in silent question. She nodded and made her way towards Oscar, kneeling in front of him and Lando. 

“Please, Osc. Wanna make you feel good” Y/n murmured, looking up through her lashes at the man, “Want your cock” 

“Use your manners, y/n.” Lando warned. 

“Want your cock… sir” She corrected. 

Oscar groaned again,”Gonna be the death of me, baby.” He shoved his jeans and underwear down and guided y/ns head towards his cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked the underside before taking it into her mouth. 

It was heaven. Oscars head was thrown back as she sucked him into her mouth. Y/n moaned lightly, and Oscar looked down at her. Lando had his hand in her hair, basically fucking her mouth onto Oscars cock. He moaned loudly. 

“Fuck… gonna cum if you keep that up, Lan” He growled. 

“Good” Lando hummed, “Gonna come for me, Osc? Gonna cum on our pretty girls face?”

Oscar barely had time to pull out of y/n's mouth before he was cumming thickly onto her face and neck. His breath caught in his throat as Lando crouched down and began to kiss y/n’s neck, licking Oscars cum off the girl's skin. 

Once Lando had his fill, he stood again;  Grabbing Oscar by the nape of his neck and pulling him into a messy kiss. Oscar could taste himself on Lando’s tongue. It felt filthy, and so so right. 

Y/n mouthed at Lando’s cock and he moaned into Oscar’s mouth. 

“Are you getting needy, darlin?” Oscar cooed down at her, “Need me and Lando to make it better? Bet you’re fucking soaked for us.”

Y/n moaned and leant back, spreading her legs so the two men could see her dripping pussy. She moved to run her fingers through her folds, to show them just how wet she was for the two men. 

“Don’t you fucking dare” Lando growled, dropping onto his knees to lap at her folds. He groaned into her, “Osc, come’re. Tastes like heaven” 

She was moaning uncontrollably as Oscar joined Lando at her cunt. Lando moved his head and watched Oscar lap at her clit before slowly inserting two fingers into her cunt. She was clenching around his fingers, as he thrusted them in and out, almost screaming with how good it felt. Oscar brought his tongue to her entrance, lapping her sweet juices. Obscene slurping noises echoing around the room. 

“Fuck, Osc” She panted, “please, I’m gonna come” 

Lando pulled his fingers out harshly as Oscar removed his mouth from her clit. Her entrance pulsing around nothing as she whined at the loss

“Tsk, tsk, y/n” Oscar hummed, “Gotta ask nicely if you wanna come, darlin”

“Please” Y/n whined, “please, sir. Wanna come”

Lando hummed and returned his fingers to her entrance, slicking them up with her juices before shoving them back in, fucking his fingers into her. He added another, her cunt clenching tightly around him. Once Oscar was sure she was close, he sucked harshly on her clit. She came hotly, almost screaming in pleasure.

The two men weren’t done with her yet. Oscar propped himself against the bed, manhandling y/n onto his lap. 

“Gonna ride me?” he grinned, lazily. “Gonna let me fill you up, huh darlin?”

Y/n wasn’t sure where this version of Oscar came from, but she liked it. She nodded as she sank down on his cock, Lando mouthing kisses against her neck before leaning over and capturing Oscars lips in a kiss too. She moaned at the sight of the two men, and bounced on Oscar's cock. 

Lando rubbed his palms against her ass before spanking her lightly. 

“Good girl” he murmured. 

Oscar grabbed her hips and began slamming her down on his cock, fucking into her g spot perfectly. She was moaning uncontrollably, too lost in the pleasure to do anything except take it. Lando’s hand came down to where her and Oscar’s bodies met, rubbing circles onto her clit. 

Oscar was sucking marks onto her neck and tits, lost to the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock, feral with how good she was being for him. 

Lando’s cock was suddenly in her mouth, muffling her moans as he fucked her face while Oscar took her cunt. He pulled out with a pop of y/n’s mouth and Oscar pulled her in for a messy kiss. When they separated, Oscar moved to lick around Lando’s tip. Y/n joined him, sharing Lando’s cock between their mouths as they fucked. 

Her orgasm struck her, everything flashing white as she squeezed impossibly harder around Oscar and almost screamed in pleasure. Oscar followed soon after her, pumping his second load deep into her cunt. Thrusting lightly through his orgasm. 

As soon as he pulled out, Lando was there replacing Oscar’s length with his own. 

“Gonna take me too, honey?” He thrusted into her cunt, “Gotta fill your pretty cunt up and then fill your ass up too.”

She moaned at his lewd words before a knock at the door made Lando slap a hand over her mouth. 

“Lando? Can you find Oscar and get down to the garage? Zac needs to go over some of the data.” Zac’s assistant called through the door. 

“ Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute” Lando called. Thrusting harder into Y/n. 

“Gotta be quiet for us pretty girl” Oscar whispered, rubbing his fingers in circles on her clit to bring her to the edge faster. 

Lando smashed his dick into y/n impossibly fast and soon, due to the pleasure that both Lando and Oscar was giving to her she came again. Spasming and clenching around Lando as she gushed and squirted over Oscar. Lando followed soon after, his cum mixing with oscars in her cunt before dripping out around his cock and onto Oscar’s. 

Oscar picked up her spent body and lay her on the bed while Lando found a cloth and wiped the mixture from her still sensitive entrance. She hummed and curled around a pillow, smiling at the two men. 

“Go do your job, Boys” She murmured, “Can come back and fill me up again later”

Lando smiled down at her and rubbed a hand over her back. “Think you can take both of us when we get back?”

She nodded.

Fin.

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[floralcyanide]

ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ― ᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴀʟᴅsᴏɴ

sugar daddy!art donaldson x afab!sugar baby!reader (nsfw)

a short introduction to you and art's relationship.

⤳ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mutual orgasm, penetrative sex, age gap (reader is mid 20s)

⤳ word count: 0.4k

⤳ author’s note: I have been struggling to write anything for weeks now and this sorta poured out of me. it's not much but I think I may make this into a blurb series. maybe. idk yet. I'm sorry it's definitely not what y'all wanted or expected. it's not for me either, but I think if I don't do the blurb series, this will be the beginning of my hiatus for now. much love!

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Art had ripped off the cute outfit he had picked out for you in a pinch, and it hadn’t even been on for more than ten minutes. Today at practice, he had tentatively braided your hair into two plaits after the rubber band holding your ponytail snapped clean off. Now, he’s gripping them with fervor as he slams into you from behind. Your ass is up in the air with your back arched as perfectly as you can muster despite your sore muscles from earlier. The mix of your pleasure seeping out of you as Art pounds into your welcoming cunt echoes in the room, along with the front of his thighs smacking the backs of yours.

“Just like that,” he leans down to growl in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, hmm? You like me pulling your hair like this?”

You nod, whimpering an incoherent response as you’re delirious from the feeling of Art driving his cock into you. It’s hard to form words at this point. Art chuckles cockily, shoving your face down into the very mattress that he sleeps on every night with his wife. This fact doesn’t slip far from your mind the entire evening or didn’t every evening before this. Tashi, however, didn’t care. As long as you and Art focus on your aspiring tennis career, you can do as you please at the end of the day. Tashi saw herself in you. And after all, there had been an agreement. Art would care for you in numerous ways as long as you played tennis and were coached by him and Tashi. Everything was fine this way and has been for a little while.

Art lands a harsh smack to your right asscheek before gripping it to ground his thoughts, driving himself deeper inside your fluttering walls until he eventually hits your cervix. You elicit a sharp cry at the feeling of unbridled pleasure at the sensation, causing Art to repeat his exact motion over and over until you cum around him, your orgasm washing over you in violent waves. Art finally cums shortly after as the feeling of you losing control underneath him sends him over the edge. You lay on your stomach on the bed, catching your breath as your eyes are heavily shut and unwilling to open. Art runs a hand down your back soothingly, giving you a moment while he pads to the bathroom to retrieve something to clean you up with. 

You still can’t get entirely used to someone taking care of you like this. And for now, you’re going to relish it to its full extent. 

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[luvlyhee]

“i don’t think i could stand to be — where you don’t see me”

pairing. hyung line x fem. reader

genre. fluff, est. relationship wc. 658 warnings. skinship + jealous enha + not proofread (don’t we love it)

— where they think not being your centre of attention is the worst feeling ever. so he goes to fix that. extra: i feel alpha after i write about jealous guys 🐺

LEE HEESEUNG would be annoyed to say the least. he wouldn’t hide the fact he was annoyed either. the moment he saw some guy trying to get all over you, he hurriedly rushed to take his spot right beside you, snaking an arm around your waist, squeezing it.

“hey baby, who’s this guy you’re talking to?” he asked, looking at the guy with a death glare though his tone sounded so friendly.

“oh nothing, he just wanted my number cause we’re in the same class,” you replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“you still need her number pal?” heeseung would ask. the guy immediately shook his head and ran off in a fury, “good thing he knows his place hm?”

SIM JAEYUN would be trying his utmost best to steer your attention away from some unknown guy who didn’t even deserve an ounce of your attention. kissing your cheek while you were talking to the guy, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear; making you all flustered you couldn’t even hold a proper sentence. making sure that guy knew that you already had someone. aka him.

“you smell so sweet baby, like that rose i gotcha the other day,” he would murmur against your neck, his eyes glaring at the guy who was trying to hit you up.

immediately, the guy suddenly said he “had plans” and rushed off, leaving him alone with you.

“why’d you do that?” you chuckle and roll your eyes playfully, running your fingers through his locks.

“just doing what a boyfriend should do.”

PARK JONGSEONG hates it. he hates seeing another guy talk to you. that thought alone made him sick to his stomach. if he had a choice he’d go right up to the guy and give him a bruise; a warning.

he’s stand behind you like a guard dog protecting its owner— a bodyguard protecting his principal. his hand never leaves your waist, gripping it firmly to show who you were with but not too hard to hurt you. no he could never hurt an angel such as yourself.

you couldn’t see jay’s expression but it was one of annoyance and vex. can’t this guy just go away so jay could have you all to himself?

if knives could shoot out of eyes the guy would be dead by now. seeing how jay was so intimidatingly staring at the guy, he scurried away and left.

“why’d he leave so suddenly?” you ask as you tilted your head upwards to look at your boyfriend.

“mm not sure baby, you’re too cute for anyone to resist.”

PARK SUNGHOON would be the most petty guy in the world. the moment he saw another guy getting close to you, his blood boiled. why are you talking to another guy when you have him? the park sunghoon?

the moment you go up to him, he rolls his eyes at you and scoffs, his arms folding themselves in front of his chest.

“back from talking to your other boyfriend i see?” he remarks and turns his head to the right, looking away from you. you tilt your head, your brows furrowing as you try to get him to face you, “hoon, was it about that guy i was just talking to?”

he pauses for a moment before nodding his head and turning his head to face you, his arms unfolding themselves and going to cup your cheeks, “am i not enough for you pretty girl?”

you pout and rush forward to hide away your reddening face into his chest, the cool leather fabric rubbing against your skin—making you feel comforted since it belonged to your boyfriend.

“you know i’d never leave you for another, in fact i think you’ll be the one to leave me for someone else,” you chuckled before pulling your face away and resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

and to sunghoon that was the only reassurance he needed.

luvlyhee 2024

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[petew21-blog]

Like father like son, Part 1

Father P.O.V.

My ex-girlfriend is a witch. Fucked up right? Yeah I never believed in any of this and she knew. And after cheating on her she said she would "make me believe". What a load of crap. I thought. Well, not anymore. Me and my son found ourselves in each others bodies. It happened just as we were normally chatting. We weren't that close, cause I was working most of the time and he was out with his friends enjoying his teen years. I wanted to get close to him, but he seemed to not want to open up to me.

If you have seen a movie Vice Versa where the Dad and son swap bodies while touching the skull. Or is it a transformation? Ah, doesn't matter. Well it happened a bit like that too. We swapped bodies literaly. The clothes stayed where they were previously.

After the initial shock and realisation that it was my girlfriend who caused it, we went to get information from her. My son had to drive, cause his body didn't have a license yet. The start was horrible. He couldn't even keep his eyes on the road, so I had to yell at him what to do. But eventually we got to her house.

On the front door was a note that said:"Went on a holiday for a month. And to my lovely ex-boyfriend - having sex with someone else makes it irreversible :) have fun"

Yeah, so we found out that we were fucked until she got back from her holiday. A month in my teen son's hormone filled body and him in my horny middle aged one. Our chances are very slim I tell you

We got back home, staying quiet on the ride home. We went into the living room and got on the sofa. Then we made a deal. We had to respect our bodies as if it were our own, no sex allowed, no drugs and alcohol. We had to scratch the alcohol, has David said he wants to enjoy the adulthood. But besides that we agreed on everything. We then proceeded to tell each other the details of our schedules. I had to mentally prepare for being in high school again and he had to prepare for a real job. I was actually kind of happy to get back there. I missed being a teen, having less responsibilities etc. Being you, enjoying life, music, love, sex. Ah, fuck. That's gonna be hard

We even had a talk about respecting each others privacy, but after we thought about it, we came to a conclusion that there was no way we could avoid looking at our new bodies naked. We had to take shower some day, or take a shit. All of these are gonna be pretty intimate so that's why.

We agreed that our bedroom's are gonna me our own places that the other can't got to.

And so we went on and parted our ways while leaving to our bedrooms. Maybe we shoould have went to each other's bedroom, but we haven't thought about that. All our clothes were in the other room, but neverminf. My room has its own access to the bathroom so I'll enjoy that.

I took off my shirt first. My sons's athletic lean teen body just being there. My finger tips touching my haird, my lips my cheeks. Tracing my neck, through the ridges I now had, going down to my beautiful abs covered in hair. I was getting hard, is it weird being hard from touching your son's body? Jesus that sounds horrible. But I am not touching my son, he is touching himself, I am just the one in control now.

I got on the ground and took off my jeans. Revealing black boxers with KISS logo and two hairy and long legs. Quite similar to mine actually. Genetics is strong I guess

I headed to the bathroom to get a proper look and clean my new body. I can't neglect my son now.

I took off his boxers. His dick flacid now, but still big. "That's my boy". I went to the bath and turned on the water. But I had no intention in lying in the water now. I had much exploring to do. I started from my feet. The beautiful and clean feet. No hard skin. I took the water and sopa into my hands and brought it up everytime I explored a part of his body. Everything wet marked a place I already knew now

I was now soaping his body above the waist line, enjoying the tight skin of his body. Being young is so amazing. He is mostly hairless, if you don't count some private areas.

I was now soaped up completely, just scrubbing the body up and down. Enjoying every movement I took.

Wow his butt is really nice, almost woman-like. Maybe I could let some guy fuck me. Wait, I can't do that. We can't have sex in each others bodies or we would seal the deal. But masturbation is not off the table I guess.

I took my middle and index finger to try out the resistsance of his hole. Nah, this hole already knows what is about to happen. And then it hit me. Fuck, his prostate his so sensitive. I went and pushed my fingers inside, while my other hand started jerking my already throbbing cock.

It couldn't have been long cause I was almost collapsing from the abundance of strong emotion and stimuli. I shot cum into the bath and then got down into the water.

What a body. Maybe this month isn't gonna be so bad after all

I got out of the shower, to find my body in his own clothes staring at me

"Wow, dad. I see you didn't waste any second huh? Hope you enjoyed it"

"Dave, it's... I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I haven't been this horny for so long. I couldn't control it"

"It's fine dad. I am gonna do the same tonight"

The rest of the week went on pretty smoothly. There were some embarassing moments, like hearing myself having an orgasm in the other bedroom, or finding open porn videos on tv, but besides that not much. I was enjoying being a young guy in high school again and having David's friends around was really great. We hung out all the time. But his friend Liam seemed like he wanted to be more than friends with David. Which complicated things a bit. I was in David's gay body now and his body wanted Liam. But I was holding on

One day we were on a beach just enjoying the weekend. We played some beach volleyball and then we got back to our towels to sunbathe

Andrew, my straight friend, then said:"David? Isn't that your dad with a new chick? Damn, he scored a nice one this time. Would like this one for myself too. Look at those tits."

And he was right. David was walking around with a blonde woman that had a hand on his waist. What took me off guard was that my body started making out with her and grabbing her tits. Not caring who might see.

Wait, does this mean what I think it means? Are we really stuck like this now? I just hope he didn't have sex with her

A story request from inbox: Hi, can you write a story about a closeted widow muscle dad swapping with his straight twink son and somehow their nethaw body fits their role? The dad in his twink son's body came out as a bottom gay and the sun in his muscular dad's for found a girlfriend which he fvcks every night. Thank you

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #gay to straight #father and son

[supercutszns]

luke castellan comforting his gf?

btw i love ur work 💗💗

wc + pairing: 0.9k, luke castellan x reader

oh i really needed this,,, if i stop writing comfort fics i’m dead i will literally write a thousand of them over and over they could be exact replicas and i would not care. sorry this took such a long time i've been in a big writing slump and i really don't like this but we have to start somewhere <3 every time someone requests a comfort fic i get very happy inside! i know this isn’t my best work like at all but hopefully it’s enough for now

Luke’s good at finding hidden things. A playing card wedged between wooden panels. A camper that always trudges at the back of the line. He can find something at its most sheltered and pluck it right back where it belongs. He’s good at that with you, too. When you wedge yourself somewhere tough, he slips through the cracks every damn time. 

You’re exhausted. You don’t know what time it is, how long you’ve been here, or how you can stop it. You just couldn’t get up this morning and your siblings let you stay sick. You imagine an alternate version of this day over and over, where you’re up and alive and contributing to something. But that’s not today. But it should be. You dream it until tears press against your eyes but you’ve got no energy to push them out. 

Feeling like this isn’t a constant occurrence, but it happens. Luke finds his way in each time, wedging open the slightest crack in your door or coming in through the window. He comes bearing gifts, he jokes. You don’t ask him where he gets the things he brings you—snacks, chocolate, plastic figurines to place on your windowsill. Menial things you like. Luke has his methods, and you know he loves you too much to reveal them. 

“Got some offerings for a goddess here,” he says when he sits down on your bed, knuckles brushing your arm. If you’re too tired to answer he never minds, he just crosses his legs and pulls your head into his lap. He smooths the hair away from your face to massage your scalp, and lets you rest. He doesn’t ask you for anything. Doesn’t force you to speak. You do when you’re ready. 

“I don’t feel good,” you admit hoarsely, blinking back tears. 

“That’s okay.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “You just rest.”

It almost makes you laugh. “I’ve been in bed all day, Luke.”

“Mm, yeah, but you’re not really resting,” he says without judgement, letting you cling to his body as you pull yourself up to a seated position. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

You press your face into his neck so the warmth can distract you. Sometimes you say a lot, sometimes you say a little, like your mouth has separated from your body. It almost always ends with, “I feel like shit. I don’t know what to do.”

Luke is patient with you, but never overbearing. He knows you shut down when things are laid on too thick. “Want to take a nap?” He offers, threading his hands through your hair. “I can take you to my cabin, it’s cooler.”

He’s right, so you let him, and he steals you away without a fuss. The sheets smell like him, so even if you want to be alone, he still grounds you. When you fall into his bed you curl into a ball like an armadillo, like you can squeeze the rot out of your bones if you compress hard enough. Luke slots himself beside you after confirming it’s what you want, pressing kisses into your shoulder, until you turn into him and starfish over his body. “You let me know if you need anything, angel,” he murmurs, swiping your hair away from your face. “I’ve got you.” 

You manage to doze off, with his arms loose around your back and his chest underneath you. When you wake up later with a kiss of late afternoon breeze, you’re struck with the disorienting feeling of a good sleep. “Luke,” you mutter, digging your nose into his neck. 

He rouses too. “How’re you feeling?”

“Still bad.”

“Mm.” He kisses your forehead, squeezes you against him. “That’s okay. Want me to go grab you some food?” 

“Can we talk a little before?” 

“‘Course,” he says gently. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw. 

Sleep has pieced together some of the words you need, and Luke brings them out of you with hardly any effort. You have what’s probably a fragmented reason at best, but he doesn’t care. He keeps you anchored to him as long as you want him to, rubbing your back and letting you take your time. Once you’re done with the conversation, Luke diligently wipes your tears and kisses you. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“Anytime,” he grins. “I mean, I do love you. Nothing else I’d rather do.”

You let your forehead rest against his. Your throat feels thick but you get the words out, “I’m worried I’m going to feel this way forever.”

It doesn’t feel good to admit. Luke’s face softens, and he presses a kiss between your brows. “You won’t,” he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms. “You’ve got time.”

The length of the day moving around you matters a little less when Luke shields you from it. His knuckles rub across the ridges in your back until you’re sure the texture of his shirt is imprinted on your face. 

After he goes off to bring you some food, you find the strength to go wash your face in the bathroom. It’s practically nothing. Practically. At least you settle back into his bed, the blankets aren’t as heavy as before. You don’t feel better yet, but Luke’s got plenty of time for you. (He’ll pawn his kids off to Chris. None of them need this grilled cheese anyway.)

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[theodorenmyth]

Riddle brothers who’ve always been protective and possessive over reader who is oblivious to their behavior. One time a student was trying to ask reasserting for notes when Tom and mattheo popped up with scary expressions…the poor student almost pissed their pants😕. Like literally reader has scary dog(s) privilege. Some students might say that the reader tamed snakes metaphorically.

- 🎊anon

The Snake Tamer's Privilege

Pairings : Tom Riddle x GN! Reader x Mattheo Riddle Summary : At Hogwarts, you unknowingly wield the protection of Tom and Mattheo Riddle. Their intimidating presence keeps others at bay, leading to rumors about your ability to "tame snakes." Despite the fear they inspire, you find safety and comfort in their constant, fierce loyalty. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1k+

You’ve always thought Hogwarts was an enchanting place, with its high towers, moving staircases, and halls filled with ancient magic. It’s a world where mysteries and knowledge abound, and you’ve thrown yourself into your studies with enthusiasm. You’ve made friends, found favorite spots in the library, and discovered a love for potions. Yet, amidst all this wonder, you’ve remained blissfully unaware of the storm that rages around you.

“Hey, can I borrow your notes from last week’s potions class?” The timid voice of a fellow student pulls you from your thoughts. You look up, blinking as you recognize the boy from your house. He’s standing a few feet away, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“Of course,” you say, offering him a friendly smile. “I’ve got them right here.”

You rummage through your bag, oblivious to the growing tension around you. It isn’t until you hand over the notes that you notice the student’s eyes widen in fear. He’s not looking at you anymore but at something behind you.

“Is there a problem?” you ask, turning to see what’s causing the commotion.

Standing there are Tom and Mattheo Riddle, their expressions dark and menacing. Tom’s piercing gaze seems to bore into the poor student, while Mattheo’s more casual demeanor does nothing to lessen the threatening aura he exudes.

“Is everything alright here?” Tom’s voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes, I was just borrowing some notes,” the student stammers, his face paling.

“Notes?” Mattheo steps closer, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not bothering our dear friend, are you?”

The student looks like he’s about to collapse. “N-no, not at all! I’ll just… I’ll just return these later. Sorry to bother you!” He practically sprints away, clutching your notes as if they might save him.

You turn back to the Riddle brothers, confusion written all over your face. “What was that about? He just wanted to borrow some notes.”

Tom’s gaze softens when he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “We were just making sure no one’s giving you a hard time.”

“Yeah,” Mattheo adds, his tone lighter now. “You never know what some people’s intentions might be.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I think you two scared him half to death. He’s probably going to be too terrified to even look at me now.”

Tom steps closer, his expression sincere. “We’re just looking out for you. Hogwarts can be a dangerous place.”

“Dangerous?” You raise an eyebrow. “It’s a school, not a battlefield.”

Mattheo laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “You’d be surprised. Anyway, let’s get you to class. Don’t want you being late because of that little incident.”

As you walk with the Riddle brothers, you can’t help but notice how other students part ways for you, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear. You’ve heard whispers, of course. A group of first-years were whispering among themselves, casting furtive glances your way. You could hear snippets of their conversation.

"Do you think it’s true? That Y/N tamed the Riddle brothers?"

"Must be. I saw them scare off a seventh-year the other day."

Rumors about how you’ve somehow managed to “tame” the Riddle brothers, metaphorically speaking. They call you the “Snake Tamer” behind your back, not that you understand why.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you say, glancing between the two boys.

“Sure,” Mattheo replies, his grin widening. “What’s on your mind?”

“Why do people seem so scared of you two? I mean, I get that you’re both… intense, but it’s like they think you’re going to hex them or something.”

Tom chuckles softly. “People fear what they don’t understand. And we’re not exactly the most approachable people, I suppose.”

“But with you,” Mattheo interjects, “it’s different. You see us for who we are, not just the reputation that precedes us.”

You frown, trying to process this. “So, you’re saying people are scared of me by association?”

“More or less,” Tom says, his tone gentle. “But it’s not a bad thing. It means they won’t bother you. You have… how should I put it? Scary dog privileges.”

You laugh at that, shaking your head. “Scary dog privileges? That’s one way to put it. I just hope I don’t end up isolating myself because of it.”

“You won’t,” Mattheo assures you. “We’ll make sure of that.”

The days pass, and you become more aware of the way the Riddle brothers’ presence affects those around you. Students give you a wide berth, professors watch you with a mix of curiosity and caution, and the whispers follow you everywhere. But through it all, Tom and Mattheo remain by your side, their protectiveness both endearing and bewildering.

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One afternoon, you’re sitting in the library, buried in a particularly challenging potions text, when a shadow falls over your book. You look up to see another student, this time a girl, her expression hesitant.

“Hi,” she says softly. “I was wondering if you could help me with something from potions class?”

Before you can respond, the Riddle brothers appear as if from nowhere, their presence looming.

“Something wrong?” Tom asks, his voice smooth but laced with warning.

The girl swallows hard, her eyes darting between you and the brothers. “N-no, nothing’s wrong. I just… I’ll come back later.” She scurries away, leaving you staring after her in exasperation.

“Guys, really?” you say, turning to face them. “She just wanted help with potions.”

“We’re just making sure no one takes advantage of you,” Mattheo says, his tone unapologetic.

You sigh, closing your book. “I appreciate it, really, but you’re going to scare off everyone at this rate.”

Tom’s expression softens. “We’ll try to be less… intimidating. For your sake.”

You smile, touched by their concern. “Thank you. I know you’re just looking out for me.”

As you gather your things, preparing to leave the library, you can’t help but feel a surge of gratitude. Hogwarts might be full of mysteries and dangers, but with Tom and Mattheo Riddle by your side, you know you’re safe. After all, not everyone can say they’ve tamed the metaphorical snakes of the school.

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[noveauskull]

Hellooo, I am am in love and obsessed with the way you write wuwa men 😍😍

May I request Wuwa Men with a reader who's a bit of a cumslut and could not wait until they're back home to get their fill?

How WUWA MEN Deal With You When You're Impatient (NSFW)

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characters: geshu lin, jiyan, mortefi, yuanwu, aalto, calcharo, scar x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, overstimulation, penstration (piv), spanking, fingering, oral (f! receiving), cockwarming, tit groping, hickeys, pleasure dom yuanwu

GESHU LIN:

You'd send him photos of yourself and texts saying how wet and desperate you were for him to get home. Knowing fully well he hates it when you get him riled up when he isn't even around you right now, but that just makes you more excited cause it means that he'll fuck you even more harsher than usual.

And that he does. You'd hear someone ringing the doorbell frantically, not letting a single ring finish before another one comes, and you wouldn't help but grin when you open the door, seeing Geshu Lin panting with sweat on his forehead, his tie loose and the coat of his suit on his arm.

"Strip. Now."

He'd make you cum for hours and hours on end, all the pent up stress he had from work would be pummeling into your soaking wet gaping hole. His cum filling you to the brim, and your ass red from all the spanks he's been giving you for disturbing his work.

"You're such a dirty slut. I'll fuck a week's worth into you so that you won't disturb me again"

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MORTEFI:

When you send Mortefi text messages of how needy you were, he'd reply with a simple "Don't worry, I'll be home soon so hold on, okay?", and that'd make you so frustrated cause you need him now, yet his best responses were so calm and collected.

However that's what his texts looked like, it turns out that when you're finally on the bed with him, his cock is drilling into you nonstop. You could barely gasp for air when he keeps going, no matter how much you try to grip onto him or the bed for support you're going to end up faltering and having tears grow in your eyes from the stimulation.

Even when your hole is completely full of his creamy white cum, he's still fingering you to fish out any orgasms that you had left in you. You'd completely forget that you were the one asking for this in the first place, but its okay, regardless, Mortefi will make sure to keep you satisfied.

"Is this enough? Hm? You want more? Okay, let's keep going then"

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JIYAN:

He'd be so embarassed when he receives your texts telling him how badly you needed him, along with a few provocative photos. You knew that he gets hard immediately when he sees you even half naked, so you took that to your own advantage and teased him.

When he comes home, he's dead silent. You'd be the one to give him a hug and to assure you nothing is wrong, he'd hug you back. Only to pick you up and throw you onto the bed before taking off your underwear and spreading your legs open.

He'd mumble in your pussy, telling you how badly he wanted you, it turns out that even though you were the desperate one somehow your energy went to Jiyan from a few texts.

When he gets his fill from your pussy that's when he's removing his belt and pants to shove his cock into you, putting your head on his shoulder to hear your sweet moans with every deep thrust he gives you.

"I'll return you all the love you gave me at work right now, so hold onto me"

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SCAR:

Forget about how you got him like that. He's already an hour home early and he's shoving his dick inside you right off the bat, pressing your body onto the couch as he fucks you from behind.

He'd groan at how wet you are, how easily your pussy could take him since you prepared yourself before hand. His hands gripping onto your hips as he forces you to take every thrust he gives you without holding back even for a second.

His hand would grip your chin, forcing you to look at him as he gives you a hungry kiss, his tongue twisting and sucking onto your mouth like he's a man starving for food, his other hand gripping and groping your breasts at the same time.

Scar would try to merge his body into yours, he wants to be one with you forever. And you bet he's keeping his dick inside you when you two are done until tomorrow morning.

"You're so naughty, at this rate I should get paid for fucking you as well"

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CALCHARO:

Calcharo did tell you that if you wanted him home early all you could do was leave a text, but sometimes you like to text a bit more than he asks you to.

So when he comes home he's staring at you with dark eyes, his hands moving before his brain as he runs his hands around you, leaning close to your ears to whisper at you.

"You're such a slut"

He'll say that, but you can tell you got him desperate too, the way he fucks your hole as it grips onto his cock, the way his precum leaks out of your hole as it mixes in with your juices, you know that despite him being tired from work, he still has stored up energy to fuck you until you're satisfied.

"Give me one more, didn't you want this?"

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AALTO:

He probably already relieved himself in the office, since it'd be troublesome if he walked around with a hard-on at work. But that doesn't mean he won't keep going for you when he's back home.

At first he'd fuck you because you wanted it, and he'll make sure he's doing a top tier job. That's until he goes pussy drunk of course. He'll lose control over the way your cunt tightens around him when he presses the right spots.

He loves the way your eyes would roll back each time he grinds on you, and he'll even give you marks so that when they fade away to the point of being unintelligible, that's when he'll know that you need more of his loving.

"I love it when you tell me how much you need me babe, do it more, tell me how much you need me again"

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YUANWU:

When he gets your texts telling him how much you needed him it makes him smile. You're so cute the way you beg him to hurry up and come home, and he will come home, with a sweet smile as he pats your head when you hug him so tight.

Whatever you ask for he'll do it. You want him to fuck your cunt loose? He'll do it. Want him to eat you out until you can't squirt? He'll do it. Want to suck his cock dry? He'll let you do it.

He believes in satisfying you before himself, and to him, he thinks that if you still need to ask him for more sex, then that means he hasn't been giving you enough.

"What else do you need? Don't be shy, I'll help relieve you until you're satisfied"

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A/N: Ty for the fun request anon!! hope you liked it!

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[mo-ondrcps]

♖ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 ´ˎ˗

❛ dreaming of wearing jiyan's shirt leading to a heated encounter with him.❜

: ̗̀➛ bodyguard! jiyan x rich! reader warning(s): the following contains smut. minors dni. content: dom! jiyan, sub! fem reader, unprotected sex, biting, katoptronophilia, nipple play, teasing, praising, fingering genre: au — modern, implied — secret relationship word count: 1.2K author's note: celebrating now that i finally got jiyan after so many pulls.

    Curiosity bit you after realizing you've never had the chance to wear one of your boyfriend, Jiyan's clothes before. Almost all of your friends who are in a relationship had their skin graze the soft garments of their partner's clothes, may it be a shirt or a jacket they often wear. Their scent had always lingered on the fabric until it would be replaced by your friends' before they give it back.

    Jiyan would let you use one of the shirts, except the selection was something he rarely used, making it boring for your enjoyment. He always reminded you that if your parents ever saw something suspicious that would indicate you're dating each other, would lead to him getting fired on the job and you both didn't want that no matter how much you love each other.

   So, while your parents are away for a meeting, you stole one of Jiyan's often worn, black shirt from his bed while he was busy in the showers of his room. You felt triumphant, slipping the soft material on your body while giving yourself a twirl in front of the mirror. Jiyan's shirt was rather plain without any extravagant designs on the front and back portion, though it was large, dropping down to the middle of your thigh like a dress. You took the edge of the fabric to your nose, sniffing it softly, identifying traces of his strong cologne that made you melt in place.

"You think you're very sneaky, aren't you, love?"

    You jolt from where you stood, turning around to see Jiyan's tousled hair from the shower, dropping along his shoulders. He often wore his hair in a high ponytail, but seeing him right now, leaning against the door frame of his bathroom, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, was proving much more attraction to your eyes. Not to mention the water droplets from his hair, tracing down along his biceps that crossed over his toned chest before hitting the floor.

    His gaze on you was narrowed, golden eyes darkened in delight that made your arousal pool between your legs. Suddenly it became too hard to breathe in his presence, but Jiyan allowed you to drink in all of it while he walked towards you.

"I'd have you punished for stealing my belongings, but..."

    His voice trailed in a low whisper near your ear that made you shiver while his hand held onto your thigh, tracing his soft touch upwards until he reached your heat. His two fingers prodding the damp fabric of your panties before slipping them inside, rubbing slow circles along your aching clit. The sensation made your head lean to his shoulder, moaning and gasping for air against his ministrations.

"You look cute in my clothes. Maybe even more cute after I make you come in my mirror."

    Jiyan pulled a nearby seat, placing it in front of his mirror before taking off his towel, allowing his erection to be free of its constraints. He pulled you to his lap, not exactly to sit on his cock just yet. Much to your disappointment, it made Jiyan chuckle.

"Jiyan... Need you."

"I know, love. But be patient with me."

    His voice lingers next to your ear again like wisps of intoxicated perfume aimed to make you drunk on him. Jiyan's hands lingered on the waistband of your underwear, taking a good grip of the edge before tearing the fabric away with force, making you gasp while he tossed it to the floor.

"But you're not patient, are you?"

    A low growl left his lips before plunging two fingers into your wet cunt, making you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion. Now you regret teasing him.

"I never said I'll be patient. Not when my love is wearing something I own."

    Jiyan's fingers pushed in and out of your cunt with quick motions, eliciting a series of moans that fell from your mouth. Your head fell back on his shoulder while your legs were stretched open with the support of his other hand gripping your thighs. The sight made him growl in anger that you couldn't distinguish until your chin was forcefully pulled back straight to eye the mirror.

"Watch the show, love. Didn't I tell you? Or should I remind you?"

    Hot. Jiyan could be a little strict with work and your protection as your bodyguard, but now you wish he could be equally commanding like this for your future bedroom activities. Either that or it was because of his shirt that clung to you for support in this heated moment. It still made some of your release spill on his fingers that only spurred him to go faster, pounding into you with much force that made your back lean against his body.

"J-Jiyan... I'm-."

"That's it, my love. Let go. Come on my hands like a good princess."

    Jiyan rubbed his fingers against your walls, pinching your clit, making you moan and spill your release on his hands, ruining a bit of the mirror. It made him hum in approval, peppering kisses on your neck before taking a bite on your collarbone, leaving a mark that made you moan.

"Jiyan! My parents would know."

"Forget them right now, princess. I want you to know you belong to me."

    He took his length in his hands, rubbing the tip over your wet folds before delving deep into your walls, hitting your cervix with harsh thrusts. It made him smirk at the sight of you moaning while you came undone in front of his mirror. Your eyes were shut, pleasure over taking your senses before interrupting it with another bite on your nape.

"Eyes on the mirror, love, or I'm stopping here."

    A whine escaped your lips, eyes wandering to the mirror once more to watch him pound his cock in harsh thrusts while his hands roamed underneath the shirt, pulling the fabric upwards. It was just enough to reveal your chest without completely shedding the shirt away to fondle your hardened nipples. His fingers pinched the sensitive buds before rolling them between his thumb and index finger. His golden eyes lingered on your shoulder, smiling fondly at you despite your moment of intimacy before gracing your nape with a light kiss.

"See how mesmerizing you are princess? All for me... to protect, to love,... to touch."

    Your moans were loud, having no other choice but to keep watching your boyfriend praise you through his touch and words that made you grow increasingly wet.

"Where do you want me, love?"

"Inside."

    That made Jiyan's desires for you grow wild, punishing your cunt in ruthless thrusts, fueled by the thought of claiming you like this. The fear and caution of your relationship with him had been discarded for a while in this moment of pleasure, desiring nothing but each other.

"Fuck. Moan my name, love."

    His command sent you on the edge of an orgasm. Your hands loosely tried to find something to hold on to while your release tainted his cock and mirror. Jiyan groaned at the sight, thrusting his hips before slowing down to release his load inside, perfectly filling you up. His warm breath tickled your neck while he rest his head on your shoulder.

"Alright,... You can wear what I wear. Just... not when your parents are around."

    Your chest heaved, a small smirk forming on your lips.

"I'm sure you can handle it with or without them around the house. Maybe I should wear your button-up shirt next."

    Jiyan responded back with a growl instead, pushing his fingers down your sensitive cunt once more that made you moan.

"If that's a challenge. Let's do it right now then. Get changed."

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[teddybeartoji]

lets pretend that i didnt lost this and had to retype it

listen me listen me right !!! back to wolf toji and bunny reader with shiu as the caretaker that lets toji get away with too much but also loves spoiling you bc your just so sweet and adorable

one day, shiu comes home after running errands and tells you and toji that he got a collar to help with toji's biting problem since he knows the both of you will be going into heat soon and he doesn't want toji biting you like a chew toy

toji's grumbling, snarling at shiu that he's not putting on a damn collar but he's confused at the tiny pink thing shiu pulls out. its a cute pink collar, thick but with soft cushioning on the inside a big heart ring in the front. probably for a leash or something, but toji knows that thing isnt going to fit on him.

"it's not for you, mutt," shiu grins playfully, ignoring the glare toji shoots his way at the nickname. instead, he walks up to you and clicks the collar on you, stroking your hair as he coos at how pretty it looks on you !! "its so that if the big guy goes into rut while im away, he wont rip into your throat because he can't think with the right head," shiu jokes, flicking tojis nose.

but a week had passed since then and you had come to like the collar. not just because of how toji would tug on it to pull you into a kiss or how shiu would tug it to get your attention on him when you were fixated on something else. no, it just looked pretty on you!!

one day ur left at home with toji while shiu goes out for the day for business stuff, whatever boring things he had to do. that poor man didnt realize you were going to literally get turned into a creampuff with in 30 minutes of him leaving

toji is INSTANTLY on you when he realizes shiu is gone. poor thing is too rut-brained that he cant even figure out how to get the collar off so he's just gnawing on it, sinking his teeth into the leather as he growls about how stupid the collar is for covering up your pretty neck from him, that shiu doesn't know what he's talking about, all while he's ripping off your clothes.

shiu told the BOTH of you to let him know if either of you go into heat so he can come home and be a good caretaker and make sure you both are still eating and drinking water and that toji doesn't accidentally bite his cute lil' bun too hard anywhere. so, he expects you to tell him to calm down and wait for shiu to get home like a good little bunny, but instead you just look at him over your shoulder with the cutest little pout and tell him 'jus' the tip won't get us in trouble, right?'

and he tries, he tries soooo hard, just fucking his tip in and out of you but then you get pushed into your own heat and you go from reminding him only the tip to 'why aren't you putting in more?? do i not feel good enough??? why dont u wanna be all the way inside me toj???'

and he's shutting you up with one thrust to push all the way inside, shushing you through huffs and growls, telling you he'd stay inside of your sticky cunt for the rest of his life if he could, that you were so hot and wet just for him and he never wanted to pull out of you, keep you nice and stuffed full of his cock and cum until your tummy gets a little bigger from how full he's pumped you with his seed

cue shiu coming home to the two of you fucking like animals (hehe) on the living room couch, your face pushed into the cushions and ears flopped down while your little cotton tail is swishing around like crazy, hearts practically in your eyes when you realize shiu's home, because now he can watch and see how good toji is, see that the big wolf should be able to bite you because hes so good, he's fucking you so deep.

plus, you'd look even prettier with toji's bite on your neck instead of a collar :33

I AM LOSING MY MINDDDD

LUNNNIEEEE????!!!!?!?!??!!!????? HAKDJSJWJFVDKDNEJ YOU'RE AMAZING YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I LOVE YOU. FIRST OF ALLLLL OMFG I JUST KNOW SHIU COULD NEVER SAY NO TO YOUU AAAUUUUGHHHH YOU FLUTTER YOUR EYELASHES AT HIM AND HE'S ALREADY FOLDING (AND TWITCHING IN HIS PANTS)(HE'S SO WEAK)(HE'S SO HOT). SECOND OFF AAALLLLLLLL... "GET TURNED INTO A CREAMPUFF"😭😭😭PLS THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ADORE U SO MUCH<333

AND MMMMMMMMM TOJI'S DIRTY TALK ALWAYS FUCKING KILLSSS MEEEE FFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKKK "HE'D STAY INSIDE OF YOUR STICKY CUNT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF HE COULD" 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 WHATTHE FCUUUKKKKK WAIT ANDAND THE MEAN GRIN HE'D GIVE SHIU??????? HE CAN SEE THAT SHIU IS HARD JUST FROM WATCHING TOJI FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AND IT'S ALL JUST SOOOOOOOO🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCKIN GMEAL IDK WHAT I DID TO DESERVE YOUU HOOLY FUCKKKK<3333

#LUNNNIEEEBABYYY #HAVE I TOLD YOU RHAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU SLREADYYY #YOU AND YOUR GLORIOUS BRAINNN #FUUUUCKKKKKK #THIS IS SOFUCKIGN HOT I CNA'T #PLEAAAASEEEEEE #WANT HIM PANTING IN MY EARR WANT HIM GROWLING ANF HOWLING #MMMMMMMMMMM #WANT HIS CLAWS IN MY SKINNN #FFFFUUUUUUCKKKKKK #MWAHMWAHMWAHHHH #lTHANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUU #RRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH #lunar <3 #friends!! #toji #wolf!toji #bunny!reader #toji smut #toji drabble

[soobnny]

shall we dance? — bang chan. strangers to lovers. fluff. chan gives you his shoes when your feet hurt. conversation inspired by a scene in little women. (0.9k words)

Bright lights pollute your vision, and it’s getting hard to hear anything over the music echoing around the room. 

Nobody told you how hard it’d be to look for quiet, even just a thin line, amidst one of the nights teenage girls will be writing about in their diaries when they get home. Quaint gestures of friendliness are starting to feel a little forced. Friends of a friend mingle around, clad in the prettiest dresses they spent months looking for. 

You’re not quite sure if you’re enjoying the night or if your thoughts are just a little clouded because no one has asked you to dance. All you know is that your brand new heels are burning holes on the soles of your feet and you don’t think you can handle another look of pity from your friend. 

Maybe it’d be best to mask yourself amongst the massive curtains decorating the corners of whomever’s house this is. You’re sure you saw a room there when you’d first walked into the house. So, with your gaze straight ahead at what’s meant to be the dance floor, you start backing up–step by step, careful not to startle anyone’s periphery. The sight of you sneaking away might be the laughing stock of the town. 

“Hi.”

The sudden voice startles you. You don’t expect anyone else to be in there, especially when the night is reaching its high. 

“Hi. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was here.” You smile sheepishly. Though, you suppose being caught by one is better than the burning gaze of a hundred. 

He has a cute moon smile, eyes morphed like crescents, and he isn’t unattractive either. He’s opposite the spectrum–almost breathtaking–clad in a white dress shirt with a few unbuttoned at the top. You’re sure it costs more than everything you’re wearing tonight. His hair is wavy, but effortless in a way you know that he’d spent maybe a minute to get it to look that way. How is someone like him hiding away from the crowd? If he were to step out, you’re sure that hundreds of girls would line up even just to look at him. 

“It’s alright. Don’t mind me.” He’s still smiling, though a little more effortless now. “Stay, if you’d like. It’s a little overwhelming out there, no?” 

“I won’t disturb you?” 

He shakes his head cutely, hair bouncing a little as he does. 

“You’re Miss (Last Name), right?” 

You’re surprised he knows your name, maybe a little tempted to ask how. But with the way he’s dressed, and how he’s comfortably lounged in the room, it would be safe to assume he’s the son of whoever owns this house. He must be acquainted with at least a few of the guests his father invited. 

You return his smile. He’s looking directly at you, patiently waiting for your confirmation.

“Ah, yes. But I’m not Miss (Last Name), I’m only (name). Last names bring heavy expectations, and tonight, I just want to be (name).” 

His smile grows.

“Well then, I’m only Chan.”

The air feels easy, a few giggles escaping both your lips after you’d both introduced yourselves. The unpleasant awkwardness of just meeting someone is almost non-existent. 

“Don’t you want to go out there and dance?” You fiddle with your fingers, shifting your feet a little before returning your gaze back on the boy. 

“Would you like to dance with me?” 

Heat crawls up on your cheeks. You don’t know why you feel embarrassed. Maybe it’s because minutes ago you’d been sulking over not being asked to dance. And while you’d love to, your brand new heels are killing you—you think scars are forming from the way the skin of your feet that’s in contact with your shoes feel like they’re burning. 

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” You shoot him an apologetic look.

“Why not?”

“My feet are burning. I don’t even think I can walk.” You laugh, sitting down and taking off a heel to show him your ankles. Just as you’d suspected, it’s painted bright red. Just a bit more friction and you’re sure it’s going to start bleeding. “But I really, really would’ve wanted to dance with you.”

Chan crouches down to inspect your ankles, a respectful hand on your foot to assess if there was any scarring. Then, he starts taking off his own shoes. You don’t even get to ask him what he’s doing, not when he’s pushing his massive shoes in front of your feet.

“Wear mine. Then it won’t have to hurt.”

“But then you won’t be wearing—”

He gently slips his shoes on yours after taking your heels off for you, even despite your protests that he’d be wearing nothing but his socks. 

Chan offers a hand out to you, and it’s only then you realize a few silver rings decorating his slender fingers–the ones that are a few inches from your own hand.

When you take his hand, you first discern how big it is compared to yours. He’s very tall, shoulders far broader than yours. It’s driving you a little crazy. Then, your eyes trail down to his massive shoes that’s now on your feet. 

Your attention on his shoes is short-lived when you feel a palm grazing over your waist before settling itself in a gentle grip. The music is muffled, but it’s loud enough that you can still dance a little to the beat. 

“Now, shall we dance?” 

#bang chan fluff #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #stray kids oneshot #stray kids drabbles #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #bang chan fafic #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #chan drabbles #chan x you

[cutiecusp]

Vegas Part 2

So, this is part two to a set about our fave captain and a night in Vegas. 🎲♣️🎇

TW:/ Smut, coupling, talk of kink, brothers best friend trope. MDNI!

Sealed with a kiss.

His hands come up to cup your face, gentle holding you still as his lips explored you. The silver band cold on your flushed cheeks.

Urging you open, he devoured you whole, nibbling your lips, pressing his tongue against yours, a guttural moan trapped in his throat as he presses his body tight against yours.

"Mine." You hear him say, your back pressed against the bathroom cabinet.

"Such a pretty sight, dove, all for me." he continues. His hands leaving your face, and settling on your hips before turning you around, making you face the mirror.

"Look at you, so beautiful." He rumbles, his voice thick with desire.

You look at yourself, and you see all the memories of last night, the bite marks, the bruised flesh, and you look past it, and see more.

Your eyes are sparkling, your cheeks are flushed. You look happy.

"John, you know you'll have to let me out of this bathroom at some point." you admonish gently.

He huffs, and pulls away.

"I suppose i had better get some food in you." He relents.

💚

Holding his hand, you make your way out onto the restaurant terrace. You spend the next hour getting to really know each other, laughing at each others jokes and work escapades.

"You know, Johnny was right about you, love." John admits.

"You are something special."

You blush and finish your breakfast. His hand finds yours again, and you realise you havent felt this way about anyone, ever.

You return his easy smile, and pull him to his feet.

"I suppose i should check in on the girls, its supposed to be a girls trip after all." You say.

"Yeah, we need to facetime your brother at some point." He adds.

Pulling out your phone, you see a number of notifications from Johnny, and the girls on the trip, and you find the group chat swarmed with pictures of your wedding.

"I guess i must have dragged you down the aisle." You tease, showing him the pictures.

"I think we just got ahead of ourselves. i already knew i liked you before i met you." John admits, a little sheepish.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you saying you stalked me, Johnathan?" You mock tease, clutching your invisible pearls.

"Less of the attitude, dearest or ill be forced to put you over my knee." He returns.

You blush heavily, unable to meet his gaze.

"Oh," He says softly. "You like that?"

At your nod, he pulls you out of the chair, and over his shoulder, you let out a giggle as he leaves the terrace and gets you into the lift to your room.

Caging you in, his broad arms either side of you, he leans in.

"Anything else i need to know, dove?" He asks, his voice low and deep.

You bite your lip in anticipation, your eyes travelling up his body.

"I like it when you take charge." You admit softly.

He hits the button, forcing the lift to stop between two levels.

"That so?" He asks, his fingers tracing up your side, tracing the swell of your breasts.

He lowers his head, and pushes your chest up to his mouth, encompassing your nipples through the fabric, before sucking hard, pulling a moan from you.

"Here's what we are going to do, wife." His voice like honey. He presses his body against yours, his leg between yours, creating friction where you want it most.

"I want you to take what you need, rub that beautiful body against mine. Get yourself close."

You nod, your body already obeying his command, heat flickers in your lower belly as your eyes roll with pleasure.

John kisses down your neck, taking care to kiss the bruises from the night before.

You maintain a rhythm, circling your hips against his thigh, the pressure of the fabric stimulating you further.

"J-John." you gasp. "Its a lot.."

"I know dove, but it feels good, doesn't it?" He replies easily.

You nod, as you feel yourself stumble through your feelings, he pulls away. His body taut with control, his breathing heavy.

"Not yet, the next time you come i want it to be on my face." He smiles, pressing the button to resume the lift.

💚

His eyes bore into yours as he pulls you into his side, anticipation flushing over you as you get closer to your room. After what feels like ages, you two get out and make your way down to your room.

Lifting you bridal style, he steps over the doorway with you, cradling you in his arms.

Placing you down on the bed, he pulls his top off, and you can't help but admire the body underneath. Strong muscular arms, a broad chest and a killer smile that would disarm anyone.

He leans over you, places kisses on your lips, cheek and neck before removing your clothes, leaving your top half bare to him.

"Absolutely beautiful." He says quietly, worshipping your skin under his touch as he makes his way down your body, before peeling your jeans and soaked underwear off.

"Fuck, love. Already so wet for me." He exclaims softly, taking you all in. His breath cool against you hot skin as he lowers his mouth to you, keeping eye contact as he licks a stripe between your folds.

Your hands tangle in his hair, almost greedy as you rock your hips against his mouth.

"John.." You breathe, white hot flashes appear behind your eyes as your legs shake. Holding onto his hair, you let out a whimper, the pleasure almost too much.

"Please, John.. please." You beg, searching for relief.

You feel him part your folds with his fingers, before entering you, slowly pumping his fingers inside of you, repeatedly hitting the most sensitive parts of you.

The pleasure is eventually too much, and you find yourself close. Afraid he will pull away again, you pull his face closer by his hair, certain that if he was to suffocate, he would go a happy man.

You reach your peak, sobbing his name over and over as you come, letting go of his hair, you pull him up for a kiss.

Tasting yourself on him makes your stomach flutter with need.

"John, please.. I need you." You say against his lips.

He nods, before ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, and kneels over you.b

"How, sweetheart?" He asks. You roll over onto your front, presenting yourself to him.

He caresses your spine, and slaps your behind, making you squeal a little.

"Ready for me, dove?" He asks before pressing himself into you, stretching every last inch, to the point where you feel like you could burst.

"Yes, John.. fuck.." You exhale, feeling full.

You feel his hand slip over your shoulder, and gently adds pressure to your neck, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

"Such a pretty necklace, wife." He teases as he snaps his hips to yours.

"Don't look away, and I'll let you come again." He adds, his face flushed with arousal.

You nod, unable to look away. His eyes stared into your soul and found heaven.

His pace became more erratic, as he arched your back slightly.

"Play with yourself, love. Show me how you make yourself come. But you wait for me. Understand?" He says gruffly.

Your fingers trace circles over your clit, your cheeks pink, your eyes sparkling, and your body so responsive to John's.

A moan is torn out of your throat as he fucks you deeper. Pleasure tearing through your skin, making it feel like it's on fire.

"I'm close, dove. You ready?" He asks.

"Y-yes John." You gasp, feeling yourself tighten around him.

"Come on, pretty girl. Come for me. Come for your husband." John urges, as his hips collide with yours, and you feel him come inside you.

Stars flitter behind your eyes as you find your release, blood rushing to your head as you gasp for air.

He pulls out, and rolls onto his side, pulling you in for a cuddle. Pressing a kiss to your temple, you wait a few minutes before speaking.

"6 days of this?" You laugh

John looks at you at laughs, gruffly.

"Well. What happens in Vegas doesn't have to stay in Vegas.." he twiddles your ring on your finger.

"Happy to call it forever. Dove."

You lean over, and brush your lips over his.

"Seal it with a kiss." You tease.

💚

A/N I wrote this in a hour, so forgive the proofreading! @xoxunhinged has been my biggest inspiration so this is all thanks to her. Wasn't sure how I'd end it. But I hope you like it!

@misshugs @thevoiceinyourheadx @frudoo @rynbeerose @muneca-lemon-steppa @shadowdark00 @enjisbf

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #fanfiction #fanfic #john price x reader #captain john price #john price

[artsyannierose]

Talk to me about how Angel always being scared of ruining his first healthy relationship (with Husk) so he tries to be as “easy to love” as possible but Husk loves him flaws and all:3.

(Btw I cherish your doodles)

Huskerdust doodle just for you anon <3

I COULD TALK ABOUT HUSKERDUST ALL DAY ANYDAY YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON

Well let’s see hm Angel has had little to no experience in relationships

Like bro was a closeted gay when he was alive and presumably had no proper “relationships” with anyone other than Valentino and…well we know how that turned out

So he probably is going to have a hard time even comprehending the fact that Husk even loves him for who he is as a person and not to bed him like literally everyone else has

Like honestly when was the last time ANYONE gave Anthony/Angel Dust aftercare??? I’m willing to bet never. Everyone he’s ever slept with never stayed till morning or let him get even maybe a glass of water, he was just kicked out after business was done and done. Then he would just cope with all of it with drugs and Valentino I assume

Now he’s got a man who already made it clear that he doesn’t want this fake Angel Dust persona that everyone else wants to sleep with because of what they see on their TV screen, but is rather interested in getting to know this broken boy behind the facade. Nevermind the fact that they are together, Husk is first and foremost his best friend (aside from Cherri but like Cherri is his bestie to get into shit with yk) and the kind of understanding they share is way beyond “yeah you’re hot let’s fuck” like Husk is no fuckbuddy if hes fucking Angel then obviously he’s there to stay (which i love about him)

So Angel’s automatic response because of the derogatory way Valentino has treated him would be “omg I can’t mess this up i canNOT mess this up” and he would do everything in his power to make sure Husk is thoroughly comfortable and never shows any signs of disgust or such if ykwim. Husk is a bit too flustered at Angel flirting a bit too much? He’ll dial it back tenfold. Husk pins his ears back at listening to Angel vent about Valentino doing something shitty to him? Angel will change the subject. He’d probably be so overly cautious about Husk’s little reactions that Husk probably isn’t even aware of himself

Because the problem now is Angel thinks Husk loves him for how Angel makes him feel rather than Husk loving him for who he is. He’s just. In denial man. So he tries to basically “pay him back” by being the perfect boyfriend, and i say this assuming they HAVENT slept with each other yet because if they haven’t figured this out Husk would probably say its too early lmaooo. So when I say being the perfect boyfriend, i mean like cuddles and kisses and helping each other out, venting, all that cute stufffff

I’m sure Angel is just trying to doeverything he can without like alerting Valentino to the two of them because BOY that would end badly.

Anyway one day Husk asks him why he’s not really being himself (because of course Husk can read him because why couldn’t he) and Angel’s like “wdym” and Husk just prompts him like “you hide all the bad parts from me much more now than before (like before they got together) and maybe Angel isn’t even aware of this until Husk points it out. It’s gonna take him a second to open up just because he’s not used to it but Husk just makes him comfortable, he’d total all put Angel in his lap and just purr until he’s comfortable nskdnfssfiwvagfjnderhgr

Angel finally pours out his insecurities like a tide and hides his face in Husk’s chest while everything just comes out once he’s started. After hes done he would say something like “I didn’t want you to see me like this…im so sorry” but just bury himself further into Husk while Husk is just taking a second to process everything he just said.

Hed probably do something sappy like tilt Angel’s chin up and peck his lips before telling him “What makes you think I wouldn’t love you past your fears and flaws?” (IDC I WANT SAPPY IM. HERE FOR SAPPSYYPYYPY)

Hold on holy shit creativewriting burst right here SHORT DRABBLE YALL I WILL REBLOG THIS WITH A SMALL FICLET

ANYWAY YES HUSKERDUST ANGEL PROBABLY WILL STYART CRYING AND HUSK WILL JUST CUDDLE HIM CLOSER AND WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS WHILE ANGEL CRIES ABOUT HOW MUCH HE LOVES HUSK

GOSHHHHHHH I love them sm I’ll shut up now ok bye

why can I write an essay for Huskerdust for free and not write one to save my English grade-

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #artsyannierambles

[poppy-metal]

i wanna have a messy ass break up with college patrick, like be so off and on and off and on, and one day after your latest break up that got particularly loud and messy you get so sick of him you just want to hurt him. so you track down art in the cafeteria. you pull him away from his friends and say into his ear “me and patrick are over, for real this time. let’s go to your dorm and you can fuck me right now.” whether you’re really over or not, art couldn’t care less. he nods gormlessly and you drag him by his wrist up to his the dorm he shares with patrick and you fuck the everloving shit out of art all over their room. you’re so aggressive with everything but he fucking eats it up, matches your energy and doubles it until it looks more like cannibalism than intercourse. you kiss with teeth, you throat his dick so far you make yourself splutter and choke and then you go back in for more, he eats your pussy so nasty that he has to use all his upper body strength to keep you from twitching away from from him. you tell him “hurt me,” words you never said to patrick. you take a secret pleasure in giving art privileges in one day that patrick never got over the months you were together. you give them to art so freely because he would never ask, would never think to hurt you, which makes you want it all the more. but maybe the pleasure isn’t so secret, because art knows everything about your sex life with patrick. everything. he knows you were never so wild with patrick. so he takes secret pleasure in defiling you in ways patrick could only wank about. you fuck until the room stinks and the duvet cover has come off and the sheets pinged off the corner of the bed and your hair is a birds nest and you leave with a limp because he fucked you so good. he wanted it for so long and the second you gave it to him he didn’t know how to act, didn’t know what the word restraint even meant. patrick’s gonna be pissed. who gives a fuck

oh shit.

i imagine you only dig the knife this deep because patrick said some truly unforgivable shit - provoked by your own nasty remarks but still, he knew about your insecurities, knew it and still said "you think you have anything i cant get from some other tight pussied freshman?" he'd said it to wound and it had. cut so deep, deeper than anything he'd ever said before, the need to lash out, to hurt the way he'd hurt you was too strong.

its not like his dynamic with art isn't easy to prey on either. you've seen the way art looks at you. you've talked about it with patrick, even giggled about it, used it in foreplay with him - because unlike you, the thrill of a little competition got him hard as a fucking rock. but he would never be okay with you actually doing it, of art one upping him without his say so or input. and art was practically dying for an excuse to betray patrick. to stab him in the back and knock him down a peg. his resentment towards patrick was obvious to you - as prominent as his desire for you was.

so yeah, its easy to seduce him. and the thing is, art knows hes being used. he knows you know how he feels about you - and he knows you're doing this for revenge. he knows somehow, in a fucked up way, hes still not your first chocie, patrick is. so he fucks you like he hates you - and he lavishes in how that makes your pussy strangle his cock. he takes what he can get and he makes the most of it, hes going to imprint himself into your memory. going to dig his nails into your skin and leave marks, bite so hard the imprint of his teeth lingers, reshape your cunt to the mold of his dick - his name spilling from your lips. his cum dripping from your well used cunt. "tell me you love this. tell me you want me to cum inside you - tell me."

you tell him all sorts of things. its easy to get you babbling with a cock inside you, is the thing. you tell him you've always wanted him, you tell him you'll be with him after this, that you want him, more than patrick, and maybe you mean some of it, maybe you dont. its hard to tell. you leave him when he falls asleep.

you dont stay around to watch the fallout happen. you leave with the satisfaction of a good fuck, a life altering one, and the bitter sting of knowing you cant come back from this. that the hatred you've sewn from this act will be too deep, that art and patrick will never be the same, and neither will you.

you dont know if you want patrick to confront you. you dont know if you want him to hate you and get in your face for this or if you wanted this to sever any and all ties with him, finally. and you dont know if you feel bad for lying to art, feeding him lies so he'd fuck you harder, painting a pretty picture for him - maybe you wanted to hurt him too, as an extension of patrick. maybe you just got a little too drunk on power. on the notion you were important enough to ruin a lifelong friendship.

patrick could fuck whoever he wanted, but he'd never find a girl who'd fuck up his life like you had. and that made you smile.

#ask #frens <3 #SUPPORTS WOMENS WRONGS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[artyandink]

magnetism

FBI!AU

Summary: You and Dean Winchester, the best Major Crimes has to offer. You’ve been assigned on the same case, but even though you two maintain a certain level of moral integrity, you can’t help but let that go in the hotel room you’re both staying in. Just one moment can’t hurt, right?

A/N - This is for the Jensen-A-Thon and could also be the prequel for another series I have in mind, might be titled something similar hehe. Stay tuned and let me know if you’re interested!

This was supposed to be professional.

“You goddamn tease.” Dean growled in your ear before nipping the earlobe, his calloused hands smoothing up from your body to reach your chest, grab hold of your blouse and rip it apart, buttons clattering to the floor and eliciting a gasp from you, low chuckle from him. “Workin’ me up all day in that tight skirt and goddamn heels- d’you know what you do to me, darlin’?” You were marked with an array of small and large purpling bruises down your neck and behind your ears as well as his cologne all over you, the musk of coffee and floral washing detergent only adding to the dizzying mix.

Your head was tipped back, as a result of him pulling roughly on your hair to give him the access he wanted. “Dean…”

“Yeah, just like that, baby. Love hearin’ my name from those pretty lips.” He threw your legs apart as wide as they’d go, standing between them and grinding into you so you’d feel him through his slacks, his teeth gritted as he felt the warmth through your dampened panties. Or maybe soaked, he couldn’t tell.

He’d find out soon enough.

He ran his nose along the length of that pretty neck that he now owned, littered with his marks and clouding his better judgement with the perfume you had on, the morning espresso and sweet pheromones that tore his inhibitions piece by piece.

Dean had snapped five minutes earlier, straight lifting you onto the kitchen island, the only brace being the edge of it. From there, you’d felt his lips on yours, hand moving up to rest on your throat, movements hard, demanding, as he grabbed your shin and pulled you closer.

Now he was kissing down the valley of your chest, kneading one in his palm over the fabric of your bra as the other snaked around to undo the clasp. He looked up at you as the bra and torn open blouse fell away, lipstick smeared, hair all messed up and no longer neat, with your skirt bunched up around your waist and showing your clothed pussy, the material covering it soaked.

There was a switch in his brain.

He began kissing every freckle he could reach on your body, his index hooking into the band of your panties, pulling and snapping them against your skin, making you jolt and whine his name. “So damn sensitive.” He chuckled, the words sending vibrations against your skin. “Don’t get touched much on the job, huh?” He slapped your thigh when your only response was a whimper. “Words.”

“No, Dean.” You replied shakily, and Dean bit his lip and groaned, though you didn’t catch the first part as his mouth was hovering above your collarbone. But then he raised his head up to face you, and you saw the extent of what you’d done to him. Hair sticking up in different directions, lips swollen and reddened, neck covered in your lipstick prints, tie no longer there and shirt partway undone. He looked like a wet dream.

He grinned slightly, nudging your nose with his before nipping your bottom lip. “S’what I like to hear.” Then he bent by your ear, removing your panties with a flourish. “Be loud for me, sweetheart. Wanna hear you scream-”

“Hey, you listening? Homicides and organised crime across the States not interestin’ enough for you, princess?” You stopped staring at the wall, the apparently very interesting wall with its boring, cream, floral wallpaper, and your eyes landed on Agent Winchester sitting on the bed, scratching his scruff in irritation, the laptop set on those powerful thighs in the slacks which looked like they were practically painted on. Green eyes set on you, eyebrow quirked, long, thick fingers resting on the keyboard of his laptop. Shirt straining on that broad chest in a way that should be illegal. Ironic because you’re the FBI of all people. Had you not worked together, you’d have straddled him on that bed, unbuttoned your blouse and- “Cause I’m not repeating this once more after this.”

Of course it was your imagination.

“Y-Yeah, go ahead.” You nodded, doing a quick check of yourself. Blouse intact, skirt was firmly ending at your lower thigh as usual, and by your discreet mission to rub your thighs together, you gathered intel that your panties were still on. Albeit soaked through.

You were gonna have to change those before it became a distraction.

Oh, boy, sweet Jesus, holy guacamole, you were in trouble.

But at least you could revisit that daydream at night. And maybe have him finish off the job the next time around.

This was so unprofessional.

I’d appreciate feedback in the forms of comments and reblogs, lovelies! Thanks for reading!

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#dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #spn #dean winchester x you #spn masterlist #magnetism #fbi!dean winchester x reader #supernatural au

[petew21-blog]

Uncle Noah's view

"You have such a nice view from this window, uncle. You can see the whole street from above like some king or whatever. You really must have worked hard to get a house like this. I guess being a lawyer has its perks. And also having a buff sugar daddy that you got yourself, haha. More like, I got myself."

"Oh, here he comes in his fancy car, talking to OUR neighbor. I just hope I'll be able to fool him enough to make him think that I really am you. Gotta make it believable, cause I can't do your job. That would be too hard and I don't have the knowledge or the capacity to do it. But I won't give up this body. I have been drooling over you for years. And your husband even more. But I still think that he wanted to fuck ne back then on your wedding. He was eyeing me the whole evening. Well, if that will be the case, I'll do to him what I did to you"

"Which brings me back to you on the floor again. Hope you don't mind being an old smelly piece of underwear. I really want to put you on right now, but having too much clothes on wouldn't be good for my plan"

"I think you look good, few cum stains then and there from me. Would be funny to turn you back in now to see how you would be covered in cum. Maybe I'll do that once Paul is at work. Gotta have some fun while I'm home alone, right?"

"Those beautiful packs of yours. The ones right here, covered in hairs. Trail of love to your beautiful package. But judging by the way your hole feels now, that you haven't been really needing to use your dick that much. Don't worry, I won't let you down. Can't let Paul have any bit of suspicion"

"I guess you must still have some sort of vision even in this form, so I'll put you ever the shelf in the bedroom to have a clear view over us. I hope you'll like to see your husband fuck your nephew with his enourmous cock. Man, I can't wait to get him inside of me. To feel his pulsating dick in me, riding him, feel him hitting my prostate. Fuck, Noah. Why did you ever complain about your life, I have no idea."

"Ohhh, here comes Paul."

"Hey, honey. I have been waiting for you"

"What a lovely surprise waiting for me already prepared" Paul said as he unbotten his trousers. This is gonna be wild

#clothes tf #inanimate tf

[mschievousx]

now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

series masterlist

n. interlude: violet

violet has always been a strong woman. to take care of seven children and another one on the way, there was no questioning her abilities. just like how a wise wife makes for a strong husband, a loving husband makes for a happy wife.

and violet is beyond happy with her family right now.

with the addition of the silvas, she found a new friend of her own. the adults met in a ball hosted by the queen. the silvas were fairly new in central london just months after arriving from the countryside with a thirteen-year-old boy and a four-year-old little girl.

the patriarch is a military general, she learned. it must be hard for the children and his wife. and so, she bonded with the viscountess silva—sharing her worries and moments in the married life and vice versa.

the boy, she has met. he was an outgoing child and played with her two eldest sons the most. lance was a smart one—very knowledgeable about politics and its science but not offending. he would join her sons whenever their father would discuss about the duties of a viscount and all that it entails.

the little girl, she only met after a year. violet expected her to be a shy, reserved child. oh, how wrong she was.

on their first meet, loraine had no problem in directly asking why she has six children. she was not offended, of course. the girl was simply curious, and violet answered that it is what happens when two people love each other so much.

she did not expect, however, that little loraine would turn to her parents and ask them, do you not love each other so much? violet did not know how to react. fortunately, armand ruffled his daughter's hair and replied, you should thank the heavens the walls are thick.

his wife slapped his arm immediately with a laugh of her own. oh, how quirky the silvas are.

the peculiarity of the said child did not end their as they currently find themselves at the bridgerton's garden. the now six-year-old girl neared the viscount and viscountess on the side as she lost in the game against the bridgerton daughters. the sons and lance were playing cards on the next table.

raine sat on the grass as she looked up to the adults, "lady bridgerton, your husband is lovely."

violet smiled, reaching for her husband's hand as the man laughed at the child's remarks.

"I want to get married." she added with a pout.

"oh? who do you have in mind?" the viscountess asked the little silva.

raine looked up and away as if contemplating hard, "someone like your husband."

edmund laughed at her response as he brushed her hair, "darling, i am afraid there is only i."

the girl clicked her tongue and let out a small groan, mimicking an adult, "no one alike at all?"

"well," he began, trying to think of who could possibly be like him, "my eldest is probably the most similar to me."

at the mention of the eldest, raine grimaced immediately, "anthony? eugh..."

she did not think twice to express her disgust despite the fact that they were just on the adjacent table. the said son turning to her and spoke in a teasing tone.

"as if i would marry a cheeky brat like you."

"as if i would marry an old rake like you." she did not miss a beat in replying, sticking her tongue out to mock.

the adults were nonetheless shocked at the girl's words, their brows raising followed by a soundful laughter from edmund.

"raine!" lance called her for a scolding. he has no problem of her sister calling them rakes because they honestly are. it is only because of the parents present.

anthony placed his cards down instantly and stood up, set to chase the girl as the latter scrambled to run herself, using benedict's seat as a shield.

"ben! stop your brother!"

he snickered at the panic of the little one facing his eldest brother, "oh, no. you are not involving me on—"

"have you no guts?!" she challenged and he immediately found himself putting an arm in front of her to block anthony away with a laugh.

violet, on the other hand, laughed at the whole exchange as well before whispering to her husband, "are we going to ignore how the girl knows the word?"

edmund only chuckled with a nod to their third son, "she learned it from colin."

the viscountess had to close her eyes. of course she would learn it from her own sons. yet, a smile was tugging at the ends of her lips.

her family was quirky as well in their own way.

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with nothing to do, most gathered in the drawing room: violet having her tea while listening to her daughter, francesca learning the pianoforte, eloise reading a fairytale, daphne teaching francesca, colin and his newspapers, and benedict with his paint and canvas.

out of all of them, raine took interest in whatever the second eldest son was doing.

"ben, what are you doing?" she said as she peered from his front behind the canvas.

"i am trying my hand at painting." at the mention of art, she immediately went to his side to see him in action.

upon observing the canvas though, she frowned, her face contorting almost in disgust.

"rubbish. it's just messy lines."

"it's—" benedict turned to violet at once for help, "mother, do you hear her? are you letting the child talk like that?"

just to tease her son, she chuckled with the girl, "loraine's not wrong, dear. they are lines."

he sneered at his mother, "i am getting to it. this is the process."

raine continued to observe his piece in a very contemplative and serious manner, putting her fingers on her chin in thinking. in just no more than fifteen seconds, she shook her head sidewards disapprovingly.

"do not pursue it, ben." the mentioned man glaring at her intensely.

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it was a fine afternoon, with no issues so far. thank god! she cheered. it was rare to have a moment of silence in their home with her children.

rightly so because just as she was about to take a bit of a biscuit, eloise came running inside with immense hurry.

"mama, come!" she exclaimed, dragged her mother without any warning.

"what is happening?" violet asked with worry.

her daughter exclaimed, "raine climbed a tree!"

"what do you mean she climbed a tree?"

she exited their house, only to be greeted by his sons gathering near the tree. violet looked up and lo and behold—there indeed sits at a branch of quite a high tree a seven-year-old loraine.

"oh god," she placed a hand on her chest in concern.

benedict can be heard persuading the young silva to come down, "raine, get down. it is dangerous."

the girl looked down on them with a cheer in her voice, "have you seen how it looks up here? it's amazing!"

he exhaled tolerantly at her excitement, "yes, i have. come down now."

"no, everything looks more wonderful here." she stubbornly replied.

benedict had no choice but to tap anthony, gesturing for him to position himself directly below the girl. the latter nodded, understanding what he is planning.

he patted the trunk a couple of times, finding where he can settle his grip. as soon as he did, he climbed it with ease, reaching the girl on the left branch. he settled beside her, trying to find the right chance, looking at anthony below them.

"see?" raine turned to him with the widest innocent smile he has ever seen, "this way, you can be a few feet closer to your father."

he paused, not knowing what to respond. it was childish, really, but it was also one of the best things someone has ever said to him. and so, he raised his hand to her head and ruffled her hair.

his warm feelings did not last long though as the girl opened her mouth to speak once again with a grin.

"i doubt you can paint something like this."

he glared at her intensely, "stop talking about my painting."

"stop painting."

he gritted his teeth at that, placing a hand on the young silva's arm, "good bye."

"ben—"

and she was not able to continue what she was about to say when it was immediately replaced with a yelp as she fell. anthony caught her with ease, letting her down as she was struggling against him.

"that was uncalled for!"

violet let out a breath she did not know she was holding during the entire exchange. that trio will be the death of her.

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armand has arrived back from his duties after two months. the viscountess silva wasted no time to invite the bridgertons for a sleepover in theirs. the silvas may be just a family of four, but they certainly had a lot of room in their home.

the bridgertons arrived in the afternoon—violet insisted that they will have lunch at theirs prior because it would be too much for the silvas to shoulder four meals.

after they have settled and dispersed to do their own things while their parents bonded, the eight-year-old marched to where they were in the leisure hall, finding violet's second eldest too with his pad and brush.

"benedict, you fool!"

he turned to her with a look of clear confusion, "what now?"

"why are you using my equipment as models?"

ah, yes. across benedict were raine's glasses, flasks, tubes, and beakers, arranged carefully in an aesthetic manner.

he looked back in front and realised that it was hers. at first, he really thought they were lance's and the latter even allowed him to use them when he asked permission.

he turned back to her and shrugged, "i have been painting flowers and vases and fruits. i would like to try a new one and glasses are perfect to experiment with since they are transparent."

"what did my innocent tools ever do to you..."

she walked towards her things and returned them carefully to their respective places before she turned to grab a stool. the young silva placed it in front of him at the right distance, sitting with her back straight

"now, go on."

benedict raised a brow on what she was tryimg to do, "do you want me to draw you?"

she gave him a sarcastic smile, not wanting to concede, "no, you want to draw and i just happened to be here."

he conceded but not without a shot of his own, "if it comes out plain or unpleasant, know that it is not my talent but you."

she let her mouth fell at his comment, only picking it up when she turned to her mother for support.

"mother! are you really going to let him speak like that?!"

armand, along with the two viscountesses, laughed at their banter.

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it was fairly a normal night, unless you take in the fact that it was the death anniversary of her mother. it has been six years, and while it has been long since she could laugh again, an air of longing still remains.

and so, the fourteen-year-old asked daphne and francesca to play the piano of a concerto they all wrote together—raine wrote most parts, considering that it is a tribute for her mother. she took her violin and stood beside the piano, the family gathering close to hear them play.

it was not a single-themed piece. all throughout the music, you could hear notes that dripped of grief and loneliness, yet of joy and relief at the same time. the three of them were playing flawlessly, embodying every message and emotion they wanted to convey.

"do not look at her like that. she is a child."

violet muttered as small as she chould after noticing her son's gaze at the young silva.

"i am not." he turned to her mother right away, denying what she said with a fearful look at the same time—as if he was caught doing something he should not, "i am simply wondering."

he turned back to their performance, trying to control his expressions as what his mother said shook him even after his denial.

"she is interesting, smart, and funny." he complimented with awe to dismiss the previous idea, "and quite artistic too, it seems."

he laced his voice with a familiar smirk on his lips just as they ended their piece, "god really has his favourites."

the lady in question smiled serenely, walking to her father and hugging him in a comforting manner. with lance away on his duty, it was only him and her. however, right now, the bridgertons are proving to be a good source of solace.

violet pushed the topic behind, following her son's humor, "are you now envious of the child?"

"no," he said, eyes never leaving her form, "i am admiring."

the matriarch could do nothing but trust his son—trust that he knows what to do, understands it cannot be now, and cares to wait for the right time.

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they have gathered at the bridgerton's garden once again for a fine day. this one is surely void of any problems, i assure—if you could just please ignore gregory and hyacinth chasing each other, colin and eloise arguing about social matters, and benedict glaring at anthony's back.

honestly, violet is grateful for at least two children of hers that could converse peacefully with one another.

"stop staring daggers at your brother." she said discreetly, trying not to move her lips in fear of the pair in discussion hearing. she sat with her tea settled on the table, observing her children with benedict beside her, sketching on his pad.

"i am not." he firmly denied once again, eyes going back to his drawing as if invested on it.

she hummed dismissively, completely not believing him this time, "anthony is simply teaching her his duties."

he dropped his pad on his lap and turned to his mother, "what for?"

recounting what the girl's father and her talked about days back, she divulged, "armand will pass the title again to her when she debuts."

benedict was honestly surprised by that. lance, who has been the viscount for three years, died two years past, making armand the viscount again during this time. now—or three years from now, to be exact—he would be passing the title to his child again.

"why? it is not a duty for someone so—" he paused, trying to find the words as he turned to her as if she was the answer itself, "pure."

violet understood what he meant. however, she would also beg to differ. the girl was a bundle of things. she was almost frightening—a jack of all trades and master to all.

"she is quite capable, i can see. if anyone is going to be it, it is her."

lady bridgerton continued as benedict ultimately closed his pad and placed it on the table. before she could do anything, he was already well on his way towards the pair.

they both raised their heads from the papers they were discussing and turned to him, anthony asking him, "what are you doing here?"

he raised his eyebrows, pitch going high as he defended himself, "can't i be interested of my brother's tasks as well?"

"you never are." the elder indifferently shrugging.

he insisted, "well, i am now."

raine narrowed her eyes at the man interrupting what she likes to call as her 'time to be pretentious'. she dismissed as well, "stop bothering us, ben."

benedict scoffed and let out a mocking chuckle at that, "oh, i am bothering you now?"

she nodded with ease, clueless of his internal emotions. she grinned at the idea that just came to her mind.

"unless you are going to marry me... because i would gladly let you whisk me away."

"no!"

benedict firmly rejected after a short pause, retracing his steps back to his mother again. he left them be, but not without tapping his brother's arm in good nature. a gesture that says he is not taking it seriously. yet, there was a grumble in every step he took away from them. his mother, however, knows best.

violet certainly did not miss the way her son's mouth stammered before saying no without conviction.

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