#&&. answered.
imaging wanda/natasha taking r from behind, the pace pushing r into subspace at a quick rate with how dizzy her mind gets from the pleasure. R trying to crawl away, saying “it’s too much,” but they grab her waist and bottom out again, and r just goes limp and moans
(they know she’s loving it)
😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
“t-too much, mommy! m-mommy!” she cries out, trying to pull away from the sensations sinking into her belly and crawling up her spine, but wanda’s not happy with that. she told r what would happen if she kept acting up and she refused to take the easy way out, so now she’s gonna take what mommy gives her and nothing more or nothing less. wanda grabs r’s hips and pulls her back onto the strap, affectively pushing the toy deeper then it had gone the entire time, forcing r’s eyes to flutter shut. it’s the last push she needs to spiral downward into the fuzzy state and wanda drinks the entire thing up, “mommy told you to fix the attitude, now you’re going to take what i give you like a good girl.” and r just collapses onto the bed and lets wanda have her way
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jeno and curruption kink?
mmmm yes jeno is your first boyfriend ever and is very sweet and a gentleman, all the while up until its your first time. youre sitting on his lap and youre all shy but hes secretly turned on by it all, "you like this?" he whispers in your ear as he strokes your thighs, stopping at your pussy and rubbing your clit through your panties and all you can do is whimper. jeno smirks and says, "look at you, you can't even speak properly. dirty girl." you open your mouth but only moans come out and he rasps, "what do you want me to do baby girl? use your words." and he'd be sooo happy to comply with your requests because he feels so fucking proud to be the one to take your innocence away <3
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Anything with Mat PLEASE
when you woke up mat was still a warm sleeping presences next to you. his warm strong body pressed up against yours as he lightly snored. you moved slowly turning into and pressing closer to him hoping sleep would take you back to the peaceful world maty was is in that moment. opening your eyes you looked up at your sleeping boyfriend, his hair was stark against your white pillow cases, his head was half under the pillow, his chin up with his arms tucked around his head.
He was so pretty at all times, but mornings like this were so different. hips features were soft and peaceful, his perfect pink lips parted just slightly, a whistle of his breath filled the quietly bedroom. you really thought you could spend the rest of your days just looking at him.
rubbing your hand over his bare chest you got closer, leaning into his warmth, soaking it in before the enviable would come.
you never fell back asleep, instead spending your morning staring and admiring mat. he never moved, his lips would twitch every so often, as it looked like he was trying to talk. you smiled and just watched.
maybe an hour later he stirred, taking a sharp breath and stretching his whole body out and rolled to find you. he smiled sleepily as his hair stuck up.
“oh, mornin” his voice was sleep filled and deep.
“mornin sleepyhead”
maty made a small soft noise closing his eyes again and settling back into the warm spot he’d been in.
“you sleep good?” he asked still with his eyes closed.
“mhm, you?”
“the best actually, and i got to wake up my favorite person, that just makes it better”
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penny from @ask-all-the-kindergarteners hands you a tulip!
[Felix]: Teddy seems to be... erm, preoccupied at the moment.
[Felix]: --But I promise I'll show him the tulip once he gets back! Thank you again. How sweet of you.
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Hello, dear 💕
So you asked for a couple of fic recs, and i’m not sure how long it’s been since you’ve last read one so these might not be the best lol but here goes nothing 😉
1. @oh-my-damn / The Stranger on wattpad is the best smut and romance combo novel you will read, darling! but also check out her masterlist cause every single thing she writes is gold (check her ari fics, they’re a killer!)
2. @evansbby / Preying On You Tonight reached its glorious end a couple of days ago and it was honestly singlehandedly the greatest piece of fanfiction i have ever read
3. @universitypenguin / The Princess and The Lawyer is the best Lloyd fic out there. No competition. Zero.
4. @time-for-a-lullaby / EVERYTHING and ANYTHING Chris (yet go for Arranged first if you havent already read it)
5. @jtargaryen18 / His Inheritance is a whirlwind
6. @onsunnyside cause i have to and its blasphemy if you dont mention her in recs at this point. Also Flamingo King, dear. Yes.
7. @disturbedbydesign / I Love You I Hate You, i believe was the name of the best Ransom fic i have read on her. Her Denis fic is also surprisingly and insanely good!
8. In case you’re into stucky, just in case, @musette22 is ya girl!
I know i’ve left off so many amazing writers cause i’ve read so many amazing fics throughout last year and this one too and i’m sorry for that and if this isn’t helpful and you’ve read everything already 😅🥰
Oh wow! Thank you so much! I haven't read any of these so this is perfect!
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Send ⚔️ to see them in something they might wear for sparring or practicing combat.
@velviquinn | not accepting.
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the confession alone is more than enough to throw erin completely off guard, but it’s the sound of the all-too-familiar voice, echoing in the foyer of her two-bedroom condo again, after what feels like an eternity, that makes the muscles in her legs stiffen and the hair on the nape of her neck stand up. her natural instincts urging her to pull him into a hug, assure him that everything will be okay in the end, pretend he’s still hers and she’s his — that it’s the two of them against the world, the way it used to be a few years back. oh, how easy it would be to forget about everything and… but the more rational part of her wants to just stand here, linger in the doorway for a while longer, and pretend she hadn’t heard him, wishes the ground beneath her feet would open up and swallow her whole, get her out of this strange, uncomfortable situation. why would he say this now? why did he have to say this?
clearing her throat as she contemplates her response, she absently brings one of her now shaking hands to her dainty necklace and, to occupy her fingers with something, anything that will help her fight off the urge to reach for the redhead, begins to fidget with a small, heart-shaped pendant. she opens her mouth, but closes it almost immediately, her heart pounding away in her throat, keeping her from forming any coherent sentence. for someone who’d been subconsciously dreaming of something akin to this moment, she feels completely lost and unprepared, nowhere near ready for this kind of conversation. the gifts and letters that he’s been sending her, all the flames that, perhaps involuntarily, they have slowly rekindled, every little thing that she’s been trying to ignore for the sake of their significant others and her own peace of mind… they’re standing right in front of her now and she can no longer run away from the feelings that she’s so desperately tried to suppress for the past few months.
gaze dropping to the floor, examining the pink nail polish on her toes, she struggles not to get emotional, not to overthink the meaning of this unexpected visit. ❝ 𝐚.𝐱𝐥, ❞ she whispers, a soft plea ringing in her voice — not here, not now, let’s not go there… she’s just managed to put her life back together, to move on, or at least that’s what she’s telling herself. if they have this conversation, it will leave her nothing but a shell of the woman she is. but she can’t just close the door in his face, tell him to leave because it’s her weekend with sebastian, scold him for complicating every little thing, remind him that he should be writing letters and sending flowers to a different woman. god. she’s never been strong enough to stay away from him. she doesn’t want to stay away from him. ❝ would you like to come in? it’s almost dinner time. i’m making ‘ghetti and meaty-baws, ❞ she offers shyly, a hint of a smile on her lips because that’s how sebastian calls them. meaty baws. she thinks it’s adorable. ❝ speaking of bastian, ❞ she’s quick to change the subject, although it breaks her heart, ❝ he’s been grouchy all day. i think he might be coming down with something. he keeps complaining about his throat and has a stuffy nose, watery eyes, sneezing… you know the drill. but i’m sure he’ll be so happy to see you, ❞ she explains, opening the door a little wider and inviting the singer to come in with a subtle hand gesture. ❝ see the pile of blankets on the couch? he’s in there somewhere. would you like something to drink? we have apple juice. i can make you coffee or tea? ❞
@rcsechild
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matty using a toy on you
NO BC i literally jsut saw this picture of a guy with the rose toy in his mouth and i said “that’s matty coded”
matty is a firm believer that toys are tools and not enemies because at the end of the day his goal is to make you cum and make it good, so why deny yourselves the privelige of that? i would say you’ve both garnered a bit of a collection since you got together. his favorites are the little tiny bullets he can tuck into your underwear when you’re in public (that’s another story for another time though). you’re sat between his legs, facing a mirror and he has a vibrator pinned to your clit, just firm enough so you get to feel the vibrations but they’re not strong enough to push you over, you’re mewling and whining and gripping onto his wrist, trying to get some semblance of relief. he’s not letting up, though, and instead is just kissing your neck and nipping at your shoulder telling you “trust me, it’s gonna feel better like this” he ticks the vibrations up a bit, and when you are so close you can taste it, he’s bringing you back down. there’s a thin sheen of sweat on your limbs, and a bulge pressing into your back and it’s just frustrating you at this point. he does this a few times, and there’s tears pricking at your eyes and your nails are digging into his wrist and he just kisses your cheek and tells you to look at yourself and see how absolutely fucked out and sexy you look like this. you peel your eyes open and groan at your own reflection, attempting to puppeteer the vibrator on your clit. he only shakes his head and laughs at you before he’s turning up the vibrations again and letting you completely melt over the edge, loud moans and curses of his name. <3 bc in my head matty is the edging aficionado.
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r riding the strap until she gets tired and whiny for them to push her onto her back and do it themself 🫣
your hips stutter for the third time, thighs trembling as you straddle wanda’s waist. natasha’s grip on your hips is harsh, but equally unhelpful as you attempt to keep up with the pleasant rhyming you’d found half an hour ago. shaky moans slip from your lips and coat the air in lust, wanda’s eyes dark and unmoving as she watches the way your face crumbles in frustration. she’s been teasing you all day, she’s been working you up only to leave you dry, but when she’d finally pulled you into the bedroom and stripped down to expose your favorite strap, you’d thought the games had ended. they hadn’t, and now you were the one edging yourself as you grew tired and shaky on top of her toned body.
natasha notices your rapidly declining pace and smirks, her breath hot as it spans across the shell of your ear and creates goosebumps across the expanse of skin that’s visible beneath the inky darkness of your bedroom. the moonlight is slim, but blinding, and it provides just enough light for wanda’s face to be painted in perfect illuminance.
“what’s the matter, dorogaya? need mommy to help you?” natasha coos condescendingly, her nails digging into the skin around of hips as she tightens her hold maliciously. you don’t fight the pain that spreads across your hips, merely nodding your head with incoherent babbles falling into the room.
wanda doesn’t need any further convincing. before you can recognize that natasha’s grip has slackened, your back meets the softness of expensive sheets and silk, and wanda’s hips drive into you a punishing pace, the only trace of natasha still visible being her sinister smirk as she toys with her nipples just behind wanda.
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angry sex ?
tbh idk who would fuck u until ur dumb
omg i could see johnny doing this. you not-so-accidentally made him horny in public even after he told you to behave, so you knew you were in for a rough fuck when you saw the glint in his eye. later that night he would have your ass up, on all fours as he entered you without warning. "you just had to be a fucking tease," johnny grunted as he mercilessly thrusted his hips into you. the stinging slaps he laid on your pussy just heightened the pleasure even more, making you clench around him. "this is what you wanted, right? such a slut for my cock," he hissed, and you were so lost in ecstasy, all you could do was whine, and you dont even realise that tears have rolled down your cheeks. johnny will definitely make you cum multiple times after that. he'll tell you to never try something like that again, but of course you do just so he can fuck you dumb all over again :)
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Eyes-from-across-the-room with Barzal at a little bar where he’s playing guitar please! 🙏
“Is that who i think it is?” you asked your roommate as you glancing over at the stage.
“I dont know, who are you looking at?” she sounded more annoyed then you would have liked to hear.
“the guy on the stage with the guitar” you matched her tone and she just shrugged at you before getting up and going to get a drink.
You continued to stare at the guy trying to place his face in your head. He looked so familiar, he was handsome with a well structured face and dark fluffily curly hair, he was big too. His fame was hulking a little over the smaller musicians on the stage with him.
Hockey.
Holy shit that was Mat Barzal.
Your eyes widened as you connected the dots and Mat seemed to notice you at that moment, he looked over and made friendly eye contact as you froze. He flashed a wide knowing grin then tipped his beer at you before sipping it.
The next song stated and you just watched as her performed, taking a few sips of his beer during the show. In awe you watched him get off the stage and walk toward you raking his fingers through his hair before stopping in front of you.
“Hi there” he smiled again.
“H-hi” you choked out a little.
“You okay sweetheart?” he reached out rubbing his warm hand over your upper arm.
Nodding you cleared your throat.
“Let me buy you a drink, then maybe we can get to know each other a little”
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wanda pissing on u bc she needs to mark her territory teehee <3
This is 1000% sorority president!Wanda behavior and yes it did serve to derail me from editing the last few paragraphs of my fic to write these few paragraphs but I mean look at her, she’s so hot and possessive
Like, lounging around in her room with some other girls, but Wanda sees you paying too much attention to one of them and not only does she rip you away from the conversation, but forces you to move to her bed so she can sit on your lap and have to all to herself.
And eventually she’s wriggling around so much you can’t even watch the movie anymore, but she’s already mad at you so you don’t dare say a thing about it. Wanda just refuses to leave you alone for one second with the others for fear you’ll get up and start hanging out with them instead.. You’re used to her getting off on you too so you don’t think this is anything different until she’s already done it and you’re so blindsided you fall out of off the mattress, large wet spot clear as day on your borrowed sleep shorts.
“What a fucking baby, pissing all over us like you don’t know any better.”
You’re so dumbfounded you can’t say anything back, but when everyone believes her and starts giggling amongst themselves all you can do is wait for Wanda to yank you off the floor and into the bathroom, gripping your arm so tight it’ll definitely bruise. “Don’t you dare tell anyone or I’ll spank your pretty ass raw in the living room until you actually do wet yourself for everyone to see.”
Which yes, does scare you for a little until she gives you a nice big kiss before turning on the shower, “It’ll be our special secret, little sis.”
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you're too good for him. / @wroteguilt
lucy gray's eyes raise from the table in between them. immediately she understands why he's chosen to speak now, while lexi and her date are off getting them another round of beers. "how do you know?" the question settles, kicking up the emotional dust that remained dormant for almost fifty years. "lexi's the one who set me up with him. you don't trust her judgement?" it was a can of worms to open, given how lucy gray and stefan met. had she not recalled lexi speaking so highly of her best friend, she might not have stopped long enough to recognize who stefan was in the first place.
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“i’m going up to my room now, where i may die.”
howl's moving castle sentence starters | open
peering up from the space she currently claimed— half of the couch, which usually remained unused aside from herself and random house guests. she currently sprawled across the cushions, back pressed to the seat as her head dangled off, shoulders half supported by the floor as hair haloed out around her head in ribbons of pink painted bronze. her mother hadn't been a fan of the dye job. esme would be appalled at her scuffed sneakers brushing against the wall. at her father's words, she squinted, shooting him that look before speaking. not that she needed to, he could hear her thoughts from a mile away, but it added emphasis to the words somehow to punctuate them in the air. ❛ there can't be two emo teens in the house at once . . . ❜
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@weaverots 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ﹕ ❛ it isn't mine. ❜ ( HEY REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ASTARION WALKING INTO THE TOWER ONE NIGHT TO GALE HAVING JUST MURDERED A GUY TRYING TO KILL HIM. )
ִ ࣪ 𖤐 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏’𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 — well — he did kill the guy he was supposed to kill [ vile bastard too , from the intel he received ] , he just hadn’t expected his target to have so many godsdamned friends. one easy kill turned into two , which turned into a more vexing five. and that five devolved into an entire gang of heathens crawling from every crack and crevice of that godsforsaken hellscape of a city.
he was days away from home , from waterdeep. and after killing far more people than he had bargained for , far more people than he could have even counted , astarion managed to evade more threats. he didn’t go straight home , he was probably gone for another couple of weeks after that , just making sure no one was following him. suddenly , the payment wasn’t worth it , and if ever sees that fucker again , 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.
he’s only been back for a day — and no , he hasn’t elaborated yet on why he was gone longer than usual this time [ over a month ] , only that it’s probably time for a little— vacation , so to speak. it’s not like they need the money , but astarion just likes to hoard gold like a godsdamned dragon , or a bird collecting shiny , pretty things for his nest. he just didn’t want to worry his husband , not if there was nothing to worry about.
his guilty conscience was getting to him earlier in the day , for withholding information and dodging questions , he needed some air. to clear his mind and prepare himself for confronting gale with the troubling information of how an entire mob of people are possibly hunting him down — and how better to soften the blow than to buy his husband all of this favorite things [ new books , a fancy new robe , some candles that smell like a rainstorm ] ? he even made some purchases for the lovely morena dekarios , some seeds for her garden. would these work ? probably not. but it’s better than nothing.
and he’s regretting the book purchases as he lugs his finds home , gone so long that the sun has once again come and gone [ he will forever cherish gale’s absolute magical genius , channeled into one simple little ring that allows him the opportunity to even shop in the daytime to begin with ]. but as he gets closer to the tower , he notices that the front door is already wide open. 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆. but the closer he gets , the stronger the metallic scent of blood hits his senses , and with it grows immediate panic. his shopping bags hit the ground as fast as his hand crossbows are in his grasp from where they rested upon his back.
he’s slow , though he wants to run. he’s careful and quiet , though he aches to shout gale’s name. if he had a heartbeat it would be pounding out of his undead chest. without a sound , astarion is creeping up the stairs. fuck , please don’t be dead. but he doesn’t even make it halfway up before gale is seen coming down , and as soon as he is in eye sight , the spawn is both worried and relieved to see him — worried because the wizard is soaked head to toe in blood. hand bows still in hand , he lunges forward , forearms grasping against gale’s shoulders , red eyes wide , ❛ by gods , are you alright ?? ❜
𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.
oh — oh , he sounds pissed.
astarion’s mind is reeling , as gale firmly takes him by the forearm to lead him up the rest of the way , bloodied dagger in the other hand. the spawn isn’t sure what he was expecting , but seeing three dead men on the floor of his study isn’t the first thing. the look on gale’s bloodied expression says everything the words he’s not using isn’t , and astarion’s lips part in a fanged , nervous grin , letting a humorless , breathy chuckle roll from his throat , ❛ well , i suppose this is a bad time to tell you that i don’t think i’ve ever been more attracted to you — ❜ he bats long , white lashes in his husband’s direction , trying to keep a look of innocence upon his porcelain features.
but he breaks rather quickly. he knows he should take this more seriously , he’s just — unsettled , that these people followed him all the way to his home , putting gale , and his majesty , and yes , even tara , at risk. ❛ and probably— an excellent time to tell you that i may or may not have murdered a person who apparently had a lot of friends , ❜ he weakly gestures to the corpses littering the floor , his voice still light , hoping to ease the tension. and , he really just can’t help himself. he tends to lean hard into flirtatious tendencies when he is uncomfortable , ❛ all of those sparring lessons really paid off , huh ? i keep telling you , my love , people underestimate you when they really shouldn’t , ❜ he rambles off the flattery as he dares to move closer to the angry wizard wielding a blade.
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@vitalphenomena as andy said: you should be like a nail.
and then we danced.
she stares at him. he stares at her. it's all very sergio leone. (mutt must have seen that movie three times, at least, and in a different language each time, when it was new and top-billed.)
he reaches first for the proverbial pistol in the side-holster. " i'll nail you to the wall, then, if you bring it up again. "
violent threat his words might be, he doesn't mean it. doesn't mean his voice or expression has to give that away. she should know him better than to expect that.
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