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Anonymous asked:

Heyy , so i had this smut idea for a while now, but bare with me please cuz my English isn’t that good lol . Anyway it’s about arthur and f!reader who’s been teasing arthur with a lot of touches and stares all day. But they were all busy that day so nothing happened. Then at the end of the day arthur finally got to be with her alone to sort things out (if you know what i mean) and confront her.

Ik … not very fluent in English lol , but I really really LOVE your writing so i figured i should maybe request something

Hello again, my lovely Anon!

Thank you for the "ask"! This was certainly a fun one to write out. I wasn't sure if you wanted Arthur and reader to be friends with longing tendencies, or in an existing relationship. I went with the latter. Hopefully that is okay. Either way, it ends up with some steamy goodness. If you need it tweaked the other way, let me know.

LEATHER AND LACE - CLOSE, BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH

Summary: You and Arthur have been trying to get some time alone together all day, to no avail. But by the end of the day, Arthur finally gets what he wants.

Warning: 18+ please. Minors - DNI; NSFW

*This is not my image. I have found it posted on multiple pages on Pintrest but can't find the originator. If anyone knows, let me know for specific photo credit.

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The early morning sun tries to cut its way into the woods, cutting the dewy mist with its beams of warm, golden light. The burgeoning glow sets the birds into motion, their busy little chirps filling the brisk air around the camp.

You are dead tired this morning. It was a long, hard day of chores yesterday and when you had turned in for the night, all you wanted to do was rest your weary head on that lumpy pillow of yours atop of that squeaky cot. And with all of the hustling and work lately, Arthur was hoping to have a little “private time” with you last night, too.

But much to his disappointment, you had already passed out the moment your head hit the pillow, already fast asleep before he could even get his boots off. So with a sigh and just a bit of frustration, Arthur lumbered onto the cot next to you for the night.

So this morning, you are reluctant to crack open your eyes when the feeling of Arthur’s heavy arm makes its way around your waist, slowly exploring your midsection and creeping up to your breast with his fingertips. His chest is pressed up against your back as he spoons you tightly to him, his skin radiating a comforting heat that sinks down through your skin and into the very center of your body. You can already feel his half-erect cock finding its place against the bottom of your rear.

In this precious little moment, you are faced with a “difficult” decision: do you try to get some very much-needed sleep? Or do you give in to the temptation of your beloved outlaw?

“G’ Mornin’, Darlin’”

His low, raspy voice, cracked with remnants of sleep, floats its way into your ear and breaks through your mind’s thoughts…and that is all it takes for you to decide. A smile slowly emerges across your face without you even opening your eyes.

“Good morning to you too, my lover.” You playfully reach up to encircle your arm around his head, turning your face back towards his. Your greeting is met with a simple low groan of approval as Arthur’s lips seek out the cuff of your ear.

You gently roll over onto your back, looking up into his awaiting face. His hair is rumpled from the night and his eyes are still heavy-lidded with fatigue. Yet those eyes still sparkle like the bluest sky as they meet your own. And your heart could burst at how that is the first thing you get to see in the morning.

He leans down to gently catch your lips into a kiss. It’s the first of many to come for the day, knowing you two. You push your body upwards to flatten against his, your leg bending up to entwine with his burly ones. A soft giggle emanates from your throat as you deepen the kiss and run your hand along his cheek and up behind his head to pull him down to you. Arthur is quick to roll himself to climb over you, settling himself between your spread legs. Your lips press together, repeatedly working over the other’s as his hands begin to explore along your chest, grappling at the tender flesh there.

You lift your hips just a bit in invitation as Arthur rocks back and forth ever so slightly. Your eyes roll back as your fingertips drag along the thick muscles of his back, trailing through the soft body hair that scatters across his wide frame.

“Arthur? You in there?”

Your eyes shoot wide open, instantly snapped out of your blissful reverie at the deep-sounding voice coming from the other side of your shared tent. Arthur seems to be oblivious to the intrusion at first as his motions atop of you do not slow down in the slightest.

“Arthur?” the voice repeats.

Finally, Arthur collects his thoughts enough to respond.

“Go away, Bill,” mumbles Arthur, pausing in his administrations only long enough to warn the burly man outside the canvas, as he has no intention of stopping right now.

“There’s a group of us heading out. Got a tip on a stagecoach coming through.” Bill pushes insistently. “Come on, we gotta go.”

“Not now, Bill!” barks Arthur as he keeps kissing you, his teeth nipping at the tender skin of your neck and collarbone.

You are trying not to focus on the fact that someone is not only outside your tent at this inopportune moment, but actually having a conversation with Arthur as his erect cock is rubbing against your aching heat, mere moments away from being embedded into the warm cradle between your legs.

“Well, Dutch is askin’ for you. So what do you want me to tell him, then?” Bill asks impatiently.

“Bill!” you suddenly snap, lifting your head to turn your burning gaze over Arthur’s broad shoulder towards the tent flap. “If you do not walk away from this tent right now, so help me God…!”

“Oh!” Bill’s eyes open wide and his face suddenly turns beet-red as the realization of what he is interrupting becomes all too clear. “Oh, sorry! I’ll..uh…come back, I guess.” He snickers as he abruptly turns to hurry-off back to the waiting group.

An exasperated sigh pushes out of your nose as your head plunks back against the pillow. Arthur has finally stopped the amorous actions, but still lays overtop of you, motionless and reluctant to move.

“Well, that just killed the mood,” you huff, noting how Arthur’s face has turned down into a hard frown.

Arthur takes a deep breath to steady himself. “I know I said I can never leave the gang, but there’s moments like this that I am open to the discussion.”

“Don’t tease me, now,” you warn as a tiny grin creeps its way across your lips. Arthur just rolls his eyes and sits up, playfully pushing your legs to the side so he can sit at the edge of the cot to get himself dressed.

Back at the hitching posts, Bill approaches the waiting group with a smirk on his face, shaking his head.

“Where’s Arthur?” asks Dutch impatiently, his gaze looking past Bill’s shoulder when he does not see the man in question in attendance. “You were supposed to go get him.”

“He’s…uh…busy at the moment.” Bill offers this obscure excuse to the men with a quirked eyebrow.

Dutch’s ringed hands land on his hips, his impatience growing by the minute. “Busy doing what, exactly?”

“More like, busy doing who?” chuckles Bill.

It only takes Dutch a moment to realize what Bill is talking about before his dark eyes roll to the heavens. “Oh, for Christ’s sake…”

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Fortunately, the coach job didn’t take too long. Arthur had begrudgingly pulled himself from your warm and loving arms to drudge over to join his companions. He got a good ribbing from the men, as was expected, but all it did was aggravate his already irritable demeanor. He wanted to spend the morning buried between your legs in his tent, not between Bill and John on their smelly horses.

By the time the men get back to camp, you and the other girls are already embedded into more chores. Seems there is always something to do. In fact, the moment he gets back to camp and unpacked, Ms. Grimshaw is quick to get Arthur to the wood pile, stating that the firewood is already low again. He shoots you a quick glance, your eyes meeting briefly across the camp, before giving her an exasperated sigh as he reluctantly heads over to the ax to get started.

As you work with your needle and thread to mend shirts and darn socks, you delightfully treat yourself to observe Arthur as he chops the firewood. His strong arms slam the ax down onto the chunks of timber, causing them to splinter in his wake. His muscled arms flex with each blow, his wide shoulders set beautifully with each stroke. His burly legs set into a wide stance, the tendons there rippling beneath the fabric of his trousers with each jarring blow.

The sight of it makes your heart race so fast that it skips a beat in your chest, knowing that this hulking man belongs to you. Your legs involuntarily cross and squeeze your thighs in an attempt to contain your arousal, a feeling that has yet to be quelled since your abrupt separation this morning. You try to finish your mending as quickly as you can so that you can steal away to go over there.

“Hey, you,” you call to Arthur as you eventually saunter over, swinging your hips with a cheshire-cat-like grin on your face.

Arthur lifts his head as he tosses a heavy piece of wood as if it were feather-light. The second his irritable eyes land on your beautiful form floating towards him, the tension melts away from his weathered face. He stands up straight, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, you.”

You hand him a cup of cool water, which he gratefully accepts as your fingers linger across his knuckles like an ivy vine. You intently watch him as he gulps the refreshing liquid down, observing how his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. God, how you want to plant your lips all over his neck right now. You shift your weight from hip to hip and bite your bottom lip as you watch him.

You step up even closer, bumping your hip into his and giving him that look. Arthur looks at you with intrigue. He swipes the back of his gloved hand across his mouth, wiping away the water droplets that escaped his lips. He dips his head to kiss you, but halts mid-stride when you hear Ms. Grimshaw’s shrill voice hollering for you from across the camp.

“Y/N! Quit foolin’ around with Arthur and get over here! I ain’t done with you yet!” You and Arthur turn your heads to see the woman standing in the clearing, arms crossed and face twisted up in annoyance.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” Arthur mutters. He turns back to you and the disappointment is plain on your face. You could be off wrapping your legs around this man’s waist, but no. You are needed elsewhere…to stitch holes in socks.

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And so it goes for the rest of the day. It's as if the universe is purposely trying to keep you and Arthur apart. But Ms. Grimshaw is shrewd. Normally, you and Arthur can get a lot of work done when paired together. But when the two of you are acting more flirtatious than usual, the only way she can get anything done is to completely separate the two of you. Like wound-up teenagers, you and Arthur are known to play around and get distracted, sometimes even disappearing altogether. So the matriarch has been keen to assign you tasks on opposite sides of the camp.

Seeing an opportunity to catch you alone, Arthur comes up to you while you’re cooking. You are over at the food wagon, stirring the heavy cast-iron pot for tonight’s dinner when you hear the grass and leaves crunching behind you. You don’t even have to turn around to know he’s behind you, as the scent of leather and cigarettes, mingled with clove, permeates your senses. It’s a familiar fragrance that will immediately set your mind to race, making your blood run hot.

Arthur pushes his chest up against your back just enough to create that electricity. You suck your lip in between your teeth to silence any wanton noise that would be in danger of bubbling up from your throat. You turn your head slightly to the side, catching the pale blue color of his faded work shirt as he runs a single finger down the length of your arm.

“Ah, Mr. Morgan, there you are! I haven’t seen you all day.” Mr. Pearson suddenly appears out from behind the wagon with an armload of ingredients for you to cut and chop for tonight’s stew.

“Glad you’re here! Listen, did I ever tell you about the time I got into a fist-fight with a fella from town? He was an honest-to-God boxer. But I was too quick for him, you see. It was a good fight, too.”

Mr. Pearson is so wrapped up in his own story that the disappointed groan that comes from you goes unnoticed. Arthur’s brow settles into a hard, dangerous frown again. If it wouldn’t land him a stinging slap upside the head from Ms. Grimshaw, he’d land his fist in the portly man’s face just to shut him up. On and on Pearson goes, excited to have a captive audience for his rambling. You try your best to be polite and smile and nod along, but Arthur has never been one for social etiquette and quickly finds an excuse to walk away.

After you suffer through yet another one of Mr. Pearson’s stories and manage to get tonight’s dinner going, you set off to find Arthur again. The sexual tension is building and you can’t wait too much longer to deal with it. You finally locate him over by the horses.

Arthur is preoccupied with getting Buck saddled up, fixing the straps of the saddle and filling his saddle bags with provisions. He’s bent over at the waist, checking Buck’s hooves for any muck or debris, and you come up behind him, slowly running your hands up his back, pushing your fingertips into the muscle. You can feel Arthur shudder from your touch. But he quickly switches gears, muscles stiffening up under your hands.

“Quit. I can’t be startin’ that now,” he quickly scolds you.

“Oh really?” you purr as you press up against him, thinking he’s playing hard-to-get.

“I mean it. Knock it off.” He spins away from you, putting his hand on your forearm and holding you at arm's length as if you were something offensive.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. “Excuse me?” Your arms cross indignantly over your chest in disbelief.

But he doesn’t mean to be cruel. He has to focus on what needs to be done. He can’t get sidetracked by those improper thoughts of you. And he has so many of those thoughts about you right now.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Look, it ain’t you, alright? I gotta head out. Dutch needs me to handle something for Strauss.”

You give a long frustrated huff. “Figures,” you mumble under your breath, taking a step back even further away from him.

“Don’t get mad at me for it!” he snaps.

“I’m not.”

His ocean-colored eyes flash at you. “Yeah, you are!”

“Arthur, if I was mad at you, you’d know it,” you snark back.

“Oh, so this look on your face is one of joy, then?” he says with dripping sarcasm as his hand waves inches from your nose.

You slap his hand down, your eyes narrowing at him. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I ain’t bein’ in ass!” His voice raises in volume as his limits get tested. He drags his hand over his face in frustration. “Nevermind. Can we deal with this later? I got things to do.” He plants his hands on his hips in impatience.

“Of course you do.” You give him an eye roll, your hair tossing in the air, as you spin on your heels to head back to the campfire.

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Later that night, you are walking through the camp. Arthur is nowhere to be seen, which is annoying. You grab the water bucket and head over to the edge of camp to dump it, when you hear a whistle. Confused, you follow the noise as it leads you to the tree line. Suddenly, a massive hand shoots out of the shadows and clamps over your wrist. It's Arthur. He holds his finger up to his lips in a shushing motion, tilting his head to indicate to follow him before you can even utter a word.

You quietly follow as he leads you away from camp and into the dark and awaiting forest, confused as to what in the world he’s up to. When you get to a thick collection of trees, he stops.

“Arthur, what are you doing-” but you can’t get another word out before he spins on you and roughly grabs your face, crushing his mouth into yours. You can’t even breathe, as he sucks the air right out of your lungs. He backs you up a few paces, hands still clamped around your cheeks, until your backside hits a tree, trapped and unable to move anywhere else.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Can’t wait a damn second longer. I gotta have ya and have ya now.” He grabs at the fabric of your skirt without warning or permission and starts to hike it up, but you are quick to grab his wrists.

“What?! Out here? Arthur, someone is going to see us!” you gasp, shocked at his brazenness.

“Don’t care,” he grits out as he pins your body to the tree with his own, his lips attacking your neck. He maneuvers your hands away from his own in order to keep pulling at the skirt fabric which is the only barrier between him and his prize.

“But Arthur-” You try to take a second to try to talk some sense into him, but he silences you again, shoving his tongue down your throat. Your hands shoot up to his shoulders with a feeble push to try to get him to stop. But by releasing your grasp on his wrists, it frees him to reach up further under your skirt and yank your bloomers off, ripping them at the seam.

The sudden jerk causes you to gasp and it’s as if a switch has been pulled within you. The culmination of pent-up desire has come to a head as you no longer care about the world around you two. You look up at him with hungry, needy eyes of your own, but see nothing but pure lust reflecting back at you, like looking into the face of a wolf.

Your own pupils are blown wide with yearning and briefly flick from his captive gaze to his full lips. And with that brief glimpse of approval from you, Arthur shoves his arms under your thighs and lifts you up off the ground, slamming you back into the tree trunk. The motion causes the wind to briefly knock out of your lungs as your arms wrap around his shoulders to hold on and keep yourself from falling to the ground.

His hips grind harshly into you as his mouth devours your jawline and neck. You can feel how hard he is under the fabric of his trousers. Your precious little gasps only spur him on faster. Arthur fumbles with the buttons of his pants, pulling out his rock-hard cock. You can feel the tip of him rubbing hotly against your inner thigh, the length of him dragging along the folds of your heat. He seems impossibly rigid at the moment and you take a split second to wonder if it's actually painful for him. The thought of it causes you to desperately whine and moan in anticipation.

Arthur can be soft and attentive as a lover, and he can also be hot and passionate. But, every once in awhile, he can be just outright insatiable. A downright, dirty outlaw.

“You like that, don’t you?” he smirks, pleased with your reaction to his thick manhood teasing your sensitive skin. Cocky bastard.

All you can do is nod, your mouth agape and gasping for air.

“Good. ‘Cause I ain’t about to stop now.” He lines himself up to you and pushes in, burying himself until his pelvis is flat against yours. You cry out with a wanton little whimper, your head thrown back until it knocks onto the bark behind you with an ungraceful thud. Arthur is large between his legs, always a tight fit within you, but you have zero complaints about it.

“C’mon, baby, let me hear ya,” he coaxes in your ear. He immediately starts to pump into you, quick and desperate. Your back begins to drag along the tree as he ruts into you. The tree bark cuts into your skin, even through the fabric of your blouse, but you couldn’t care any less.

“Jesus, Arthur,” you moan. “Right there…(gasping) just like that…just like that.” You try to lean back, pushing your hips towards him and he grunts with a devilish grin.

“That’s right, girl”.

The beautifully lewd symphony that the two of you create could be heard by anyone in the area if they are close enough. Moans and stifled screams wrap around the wet sounds of tongues and lips clicking, while the unmistakable sound of skin against skin vibrates throughout the ring of trees that encompasses you.

Arthur lets your one leg drop down so that he can use that hand to reach between you. The pads of his fingers find their way to that sensitive bundle of nerves nestled within your folds and he begins to curl and rub. His other arm that is still hooked under your knee pulls your hip up, opening your gait even more, allowing his cock to ram into the back wall of your cunt with full force.

It's too much. You loudly cry out at the additional stimulation, your breath gasping as your hands pinch into the meat of his shoulders.

The sight of you coming undone before his eyes is enough to melt his mind. You lean forward this time, burying your head into his shoulder and letting your whole body go limp in his arms like a rag doll, giving in to sweet pleasure and just letting him have his way with you.

When you cling to him, he immediately pulls his hand away from your heat and lifts you back up again to get better leverage. He pounds into you even harder, chasing that euphoric ending. You are completely at his mercy now, mercy which will never come. The sexual tension that has been building all day like the pressure of a tea kettle boiling some water has finally been released. And like that scalding hot water, Arthur’s lust burns you.

“Baby, I’m…I’m close…” he sputters, his forehead digging into your temple. You can’t even form coherent words to give him a reply. In fact, you couldn’t care any less about anything he is saying right now, only about what he is doing.

Your climax is a tidal wave as your hands dig into his shoulder like the claws of a bobcat. The painful sensation of your fingernails cutting into his flesh is enough to push him over the edge as he quickly drops your legs, pulling himself out of you before his spend is sent hurling into the grass at your feet. Lightning clouds his vision as Arthur lets out a loud moan of release, not even bothering to try to hold anything back. His rough hands clasp the rough bark of the tree behind you, snapping pieces of it off in his palms as he braces himself for his own overstimulation.

As his large body comes down from its high, Arthur hangs his head, leaning it against your collarbone, his chest heaving for air. Your legs are shaking, trying to keep upright as you bring your hands up along the sides of his face, cupping his cheeks. Your thumbs begin to stroke his cheekbones to calm him and you press light kisses to his temple as you catch your own breath.

He slowly pulls his face back to look into yours. Both of you are left speechless. That feral beast that drug you off into the woods to be devoured is no longer in front of you. The man you recognize and love oh-so deeply is back, that sweet grin on his lips.

“What the hell was that?” you pant out in surprise.

“A man’s got needs,” he smirks with that devilish grin. “And I needed you.” He shakes his eyebrows suggestively at you as he kisses your still-trembling lips.

“I guess so."

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jumbojazzcats93 · 3 months

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Maybe One More - Ghost

Part 1

Summary - The climax of months of teasing.

Tags/Warnings - Banner by @/saradik-graphics, Picture by lilj_adflixit on Pintrest, MDNI 18+, smut, wrestling, sub/dom dynamics, male sub/female dom, a little overstim @glossysoap @divine--serenity @violet-phantoms @quietlyignoringyou @randointhecloset @h0n7e @thychuvaluswife

A/N - This can be read as a part 2 or a stand alone.

He should've stayed in the bathroom. He should've come back and said he was done. That the session was over. You would've called him a sore loser for calling it quits after a loss, but fuck... He should've stayed in the fucking bathroom.

Simon's gritting his teeth as he once again, found himself in the submissive position. He's losing his mind. He's hot. He's sweaty. He's still pissed about your attitude yesterday, and he's pissed you managed to tap him today.

He's frustrated from the way your hands press against his body, the way your legs brush against his cock, the way you breathe harshly against his skin. It was exciting enough to manhandle you, but it was making his head buzz to be manhandled by you. It's beginning to make him desperate and it's part of the reason he's sweating. Taking control at this stage is almost impossible with how little blood flow is getting to his actual head and it's only going to get worse if he doesn't tap out. You'd locked your leg around his and pulled, dropping him to his hands and knees before coiling around him. Simon knew the set up for a rear naked choke like the back of his hand and as you leaned back, forcing him into a sitting position, you planted your feet between his legs and spread them apart to prevent him from gaining any purchase. Honestly, it was merciful of you to not fully tighten the arm you had around his neck.

It was obvious he had lost and tapping was the only logical thing for him to do, but his pride was burning at the potential of being tapped twice in a row. Your hot, heavy breaths against his ear made his face burn even more and his grunts began sounding a bit more sexual than he wanted them to. You suddenly chuckled low and hot against his neck, "Tap out already, Riley." He made an attempt to resist a bit more, but your arm tightened just enough for his pride to finally cede and he tapped your arm twice. He could feel you release a soft huff of air as your body went slack behind him. Your arms loosened and uncoiled from his throat, elbows staying on his shoulders you rested one hand on his head and leaned your head forward against his back.

"Maybe now that i've proven my merit, you'll show me a bit of respect as your equal, yeah?" He could only splutter a small laugh of bewilderment, "It has nothing to do with respect, L/N." He closed his eyes and relaxed against you a bit, "Your ideas were just shit." A shocked noise left you, and a smile fought its way on his face. It was silent for a couple of seconds as you both breathed heavily on the mat. Your sudden, breathless laughter was infectious, and he began chuckling as well. You dropped your arms from his shoulders, sliding your hands down his back and onto his still spread thighs. Shock jolted through his body. Your voice held amusement and a lilt of something alluring as you lifted your head and muttered, "You must enjoy pushing me to my limits, huh?" Heat pulsed in him, and he became hyperaware of your hands gripping the edges of his gym shorts. His eyes flew open, "Y/N-"

"I think you need someone to check your ego, Si." You cut him off in a whisper. He swallowed thickly and felt your palm slide warmly against the bare skin on the top of his thigh, "I think you need someone to teach you to how to relinquish control." Simon tried stuttering out some incoherent protests, but you grabbed his jaw and forced his face to turn and look at you. His cock swelled at the sight of your heavy eyes considering him and the glimpse of your tongue running along the edge of your canine, before you pressed your lips to his cheek and whispered, "Shut up, Simon."

You let go of his chin, but between the feeling of your breath against his cheek and your hand suddenly palming at his half hard cock over his shorts, he decided that he couldn't do anything but sit there and pant. Your fingertips dug firmly into his thigh while your other hand slid into his shorts and massaged his balls. He watched the movement under his shorts with bated breath as you firmly wrap your hand around the base of his cock and gently squeeze. Clenching his jaw, his brows drew together and his eyes fluttered shut; he let his head tip forwards. He could feel you smile and give him another wet, licking kiss to his cheek and then jaw before suddenly your hands were pushing his shorts down his hips. Giving just enough space for his cock to sit freely.

"You might have to tap out a third time today, Si." You affectionatly teased against his skin. He tried to respond and only managed a whimper that caused you to giggle. Simons face flushed hotter when you spit in your hand and began slowly working his cock. You mixed your spit with his precum as you lightly massaged the tip. A breathy moan pushed from his throat at the sight and sensation. Your legs were still holding his spread and your other hand had slid up under his shirt to rest against his hairy stomach. As you began to slide your hand further down on his cock, he noted your fingers couldn't wrap all the way around. Glancing at your face, he had a newfound desire to see if you were pleased with him; his cock throbbing in your hand at the look of quiet satisfaction in your eyes and the sight of you biting your lip.

It was new for a woman to take control of him. For him to let a woman take control of him. A tight moan slipped out of him as your hand found a consistent pace to edge him at. Control was always in his hands, but this... You were definitely toying with him. Judging by the way your hand worked to milk his cock, you knew what you were doing. "Spit." You slowed your hand to a stop on his cock causing him to try and move his hips, though because of the way your legs still pinned his, he was unsuccessful. A noise of confusion came out of him instead of words and your hand left his cock to open, palm up, as you repeated, "Spit."

It clicked, and his whole face flushed again. You were definitely trying to show you were in control here and as much as he didn't want to give you the satisfaction, his cock twitched and dribbled precum at the realization. He reluctantly spit into your hand, and you cooed, "Ohhhh, such a good boy..." as you wrapped your hand around his cock once again. Your other hand reached down to play with his balls as you pumped his cock at a faster pace than before. You pressed wet languid kisses all along his jaw, cheek and the corner of his mouth with a grin on your face. His hips were minutely thrusting into your hand and he could feel his stomach tightening as his orgasm built up. Panting, he squeezed the hands wrapped around your thighs and jolted when you gave his balls a teasing little squeeze.

Simon's cock began pulsing as his orgasm hit and one of your hands moved to squeeze the base of his cock while the other kept stroking. Cum spurted out onto the mat and he moaned loudly while you giggled, "Ohh, good job." and then, "You're such a good boy, Simon." into his ear; allowing his cum to trickle down your hand. The realization that you weren't stopping caused a desperate moan to slip out of him. You were prolonging his orgasm for as long as you could until overstimulation kicked in. Suddenly, remembering your comment about him having to tap out a third time; his hand frantically tapped your thigh and you immediately let his cock go. Opting to fix sweet kisses all over the side of his face and hug onto him, instead. Trying to catch his breath, he closed his eyes and leaned back into you.

Fuck.

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paddockbunny · 6 months

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Don’t Blame Me - Part 1

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on a plate? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : Multi-part imagine Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, no strong warnings but it’s not intended for minors. And I know Max isn’t everyone’s thing so Max Verstappen warning too Images : curated from Pintrest

Brazil ‘23

“This is a bit…odd.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you as he pressed the button for floor 9 upon entering the elevator. “What is?” You replied sheepishly. You hadn’t really been paying much attention for the last ten minutes. Your brain switched off the moment you checked you had everything from the back of the chauffeur driven car. Truth be told you were still feeling the effects of the sleeping tablet you had taken the night prior. All you wanted to do was delve straight into the big hotel bed and nap, not listen to your boyfriend drone on and on about something he found out of sorts. “We’re all in the same hotel. All of us. All the drivers.” His bottom lip jutted out a little as you glanced at him. It was odd, Max was right. You had accompanied him on several weekends (at his heartfelt insistence) and you had never known the teams to put their drivers in the same hotels - well, ok, maybe one or two teams did but not the whole grid.

After the initial thought of it being a bit strange wore off the first thing you couldn’t help but think of was how this meant Daniel was staying here too, in the same hotel. He would be sleeping somewhere in one of the many rooms of the same hotel as you were. Sleeping, Daniel, hotel plus you.

Christ, calm yourself! You thought. This whole crush you had developed on Daniel was getting ridiculous and completely out of hand. You didn’t even know the man existed at the start of the year and now suddenly you were borderline obsessed with him. This was the type of thing a shrink would have a field day with. There was probably something weirdly wrong with your psyche at fancying your boyfriends best friend and ex-teammate. But then again, look at him?! Ugh! You scolded yourself again when you thought about how fucking hot he was. And right then, right as you were thinking of Daniel’s full perfect pouty lips crashing down on yours your boyfriend nudged into you and broke you out of your daydream. “Sorry, I’m still tired.” You pouted in an attempt to cover up what you were thinking about. There wasn’t a time when you didn’t make a miraculous goal saving recovery when thinking (or fantasising) about Daniel. You had become a master at it. An expert. Max smiled sympathetically. “We can have a nap when we get in.” He ran his hand down the back of your head, his fingers momentarily getting lost in your tresses. You smiled genuinely because Max was so sweet and gentle with you. He had a loving, nurturing side that not many people got to experience. He was a gentleman at heart.

As soon as you got into the hotel room you were spending the next six nights you practically ran toward the bed. Hotel rooms all began to look the same when you were in them as often as you had started being. Max wanted you at as many races as possible. He claimed he drove better with you there and he got a better nights sleep with you in his arms. But there was a small little part of you that thought he simply enjoyed showing you off. He liked gloating that you were his girlfriend and making other men jealous. As you sat down on the big fluffy duvet covered bed you moaned in satisfaction. Hotel beds and bedding were always a hit or a miss and this one, well, it was perfection. You felt Max’s intense stare as you kicked off your shoes and arose from your position to take off your jeans. As the dark material pooled at your feet you swore you heard Max try to hide a groan. He was a lingerie man and just the sight of you in a thin scrap of black lace fabric got him going. But sex with your boyfriend was the last thing on your mind. You just needed to nap, rest and try forget that somewhere in the hotel Daniel was probably doing the same (or showering….stop thinking about him naked! Your inner monologue scolded you). With the thought of him swirling around your head you held your hand out toward your boyfriend as you peeled back the covers of the bed. “Join me.” Max’s face lit up “Not like that” you let out a short, amused laugh “come snuggle.” Max pouted, his bottom lip jutting out momentarily before shrugging and ridding himself of his zip up and his own jeans.

Max’s arms engulfed you as you lay with your back to his front, hard up against him. With the faint whisper of a smirk you pretended not to feel his semi graze against your butt several times. Max was possibly the most libidinous man you had ever met. He was always ready to go, anytime, anywhere. He was like a horny teenager. It rather amused you how hot for you he was. But as you nodded off you weren’t dreaming of all of the ways Max could make you moan. You weren’t dreaming of him above you or between your thighs. No. As your eyes closed and breathing laboured your regular scheduled fantasy showed up right on time. The feeling of his big, veiny hands slowly winding around your little waist made your breath catch in your throat. You could practically feel the stubble burn of his beard against your soft thigh as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most. A small, stifled huff fled passed your parted lips as the desire to be left with a stinging reminder of him upon your flesh gripped hold of you. Even asleep you could feel the twisting, grappling, burning way down deep in the pit of your stomach for him. Daniel. You could envision him staring up as you, taunting you from between the apex of your thighs. Smugness written all over his face. Blood rushed between your legs at the thought of it and even in slumber you couldn’t hold back your soft moan. The thought of his perfect dreamy lips, his silky wet tongue, his hot breath against the most intimate part of you sent a shudder all across your body. Another moan followed and you felt a pair of lips caress your naked shoulder. You so desperately wanted your dream to have turned into reality that you were startled by the voice that came from the lips still attached to your skin.

“Having a dirty dream about me?” Max (sounding delighted in the possibility) purred lowly. He ripped you from your own imagination. Pulled you back from having hallucinations of Daniel’s tongue against your slick folds. You didn’t want to expose yourself that you were thinking carnal thoughts about another man - one that he was such close friends with - and you sure as hell didn’t want to have sex with him after you were pulled out of a sleep induced, orgasm hunt. So when you felt his hand run across the skinny elastic of your panties you grabbed hold of it and flipped on to your back to look at him. “Chris Evans, actually.” And Max laughed. “That’s not fair. I can’t compete with him.” You smirked knowing how well you had played it and that you had covered your filthy little fantasy about Daniel well enough your boyfriend bought your rouse.

But the incredible image of Daniel looking up at you with hungry, devilish eyes - and an even hungrier, waiting mouth - never left your mind.

Find Part 2 Here

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clovernumber3 · 4 months

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♡₊˚ 🦢・₊ ♪ ✧

Penny For your

Thoughts?

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊ ♪ ✧

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A/n: Small little silly one shot for the bbg himself Gojo. [I haven't written in months because of a write block and school >-<]

Plot: Silly little picnic date with Your hubby gojo. With some juicy tea convo with him [+my adoration and obsession with cats]

Contents: afab!reader. Really fluffy FLUFFY fluff. With some crack from gojo obviously. PROOF READ!

Song: Show me how by Men I Trust

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"Hun, your gon' kill me with that sundress." Gojo confesses while eyeing you up and down, admiring you from your vanity as you apply some lip gloss on your nice lips.

"You think so?" You ask teasingly while pursing your lips for the gloss to settle in all the corners of your lips. You set the lip gloss on your vanity table, when Ime, the rescue cat you got with satoru, comes making a grand entrance, seriously cat walking like a Victoria's Secret Model. She mews like she was gracing you with her presence.

"Babe, our cat is being a super model again." You say a little annoyed. She's been like a biological daughter to your husband.

"Stand still Ime, gon' click some photos of ya." Satoru hunches down, laying flat on his belly while having an abnormal speed for clicking photos. And Ime matches that speed with posing.

Classic Gojo. [Refrence of the Megumi Scene]

"Damn, babe, it's almost 11:30. We gotta move before we miss the warm sunlight." You looking worryingly at your leather watch. You pick up Ime and her bag, filled with some cat toys, cat food and her adorable kuromi bow that she absolutely adores.

"Babe, remember to grab the picnic basket, oh and the sunscreen, it's on the couch." You say while you try to pick up Ime, she's as big as your hand, but she runs fast as hell.

"Gotcha'." You say, in triumph as you catch your trackstar kitten. "You excited to go on a picnic with mum and dad, Ime?" She mews in response. You took it as a yes.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Gojo parks the car nearby the small slope, big enough to fit a willow tree. Underneath that slope lied a nice big flower field of tons of flowers. Lily of the valleys, tulips, daisy's, all sorts of asthetic flowers on pintrest. You quickly whip out your phone to snap some photos to tag Satoru in for your story.

You were the first to reach the slope, with Ime in your arms, she was a little restless, eager to run and jump in the flower field. You couldn't help but smile at the small silver cat.

You laid the picnic cloth and sat on it with Ime picking at some flowers you brought up along the way up. Satoru joined later after getting Ime's bag snd the picnic basket.

Soon, Ime got tired. It was routine that she would curl into your lap if you were there, taking the most sweetest nap you've ever seen.

This was some moments where Satoru was a gossip buddy.

"So, remember that girl that would post everyone's embarassing photos on FaceBook?" You say, sipping on some ear gray tea your brought in your thermo flask. "Ohhh, her. Her name was Pomi right?"Satoru remembers, looking at you, waiting for you to say something.

"Well, I heard her husband cheated on her." You say with grin on your face. "Oh woah...Serves her ass though." Satoru remarks, with sass in his face.

"She was so not pretty. I could see her acne popping up zits everywhere." Satoru was so in the mood for gossip right now. "Oh my gosh that so mean Babe." You said, giggling.

"There's more." You add. "there's more!?" Satoru looks rather shocked at that.

"I heard that after she found out, she grabbed a hair straightener, which was like steaming hot, and burned HALF his face off." At this point, your dear husband's jaw was ON the floor. That was so much tea so process in one sentence.

"Now she's in the mental hospital getting some therapy. And her husband in still in the hospital. I heard his skin melted off like butter." You add as you sip your earl gray and eat your sandwich.

At this point, Satoru's jaw was underground right now.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

After having that rather one sided tea session, you and Satoru started cloud-gazing. Talking about the most random shit ever [mostly from gojo].

"Okay, hear me out, but, what if... we turned into silly raccoons for a day because of a curse." Satoru said blankly, honestly letting anything slip out his mouth at this point.

"That's the same thing like the cat one you asked Babe."You giggle at his silliness.

Then suddenly, you can feel yourself rolling down the slope, slowly rolling into the flower fields.

"Don't worry hun, your knight and shining armor is here!" Satoru exclaims as he rolls down the slope with you. Ime was already down with you, lying so peacefully and unbothered, her breaths steady. Satoru bumps into you gently. Some grass and pollen got into his hair, it made him look like a kid that just got done playing outside. You couldn't help but laugh. "What? Do I look funny??" Satoru asks confused. You whip out a mirror to make him look at himself. "Oh my god." Satoru says showed right before laughing with you.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Before you knew it, evening came. This meant you could see the sunset you've been dying to watch with Satoru.

The skies were a warm orange, with pink mixed in. It was like a melting of two colours blended together. Making the sky look like a freshly painted canvas.

"Hey hun, you know I love you right?? Like really big. It's so big that it will be bigger than the universe." Satoru confesses, out of the blue. This makes you feel nostalgic. This was the same position and flower field where you two confessed to eachother in high school. Sitting in the grass, with Ime now curled in Satoru's lap.

This day was perfect.𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

.𐙚✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ 𐙚.

Thank you so much for reading this fic!

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated♡

All rights for this work of fiction belong to clovernumber3

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 10 months

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a warriors love

pairing: neteyam x female omatikaya!reader

WC: 1.7K

warnings: shouting, mentions of cuts and blood. took inspiration from the recomms kidnapping the sullys in the forest.

summary: you have an argument with neteyam out of fear

A/N: lowercase on purpose, sorry if that bothers you. this was something i just word vomited in my doc. Inspired from a prompt i found off pintrest, “you can’t protect everyone” “i have to try”

does the end kinda suck... maybe but i wanted something short and kinda left off for imagination.

been in the drafts since march 12

masterlist

the quiet was eerie. everything felt too still as if time froze and you were the only one to notice the change in your environment. it was like you just lost the ability to hear anything besides your own body.

everything was so loud just moments ago. shouting of commands, the breathing in your twitching ears, the sudden onslaught of bullets and arrows raining hell upon your captive form along with the three sully children and their human companion.

your heart was pounding in your ears but your instincts kicked into gear and you kicked and bit the sky demon and ran deep into the forest with the others, hands tied in front of you and legs pushing you further into the trees.

it all stopped when you toppled into another body, one you weren’t sure of being friend or foe so you struggled in their strong grip. their arms caging you against their chest and you could feel the tears stinging against your eyes and the choked feeling growing in your throat, your screams showing your growing fear. only when you felt the barest touch along your cheek and the gentle whispers of comforting words did you stop your fighting. the tears only flowed faster.

“mawey yawne. mawey.” (calm beloved. calm)

neteyam’s soothing voice sang within your ears and deep within your brain. a hand petting your braids atop your head, even digging his fingers to feel your scalp. his other hand pressed to your back, making your chest flush with his, encasing the both of you in a reality check.

you were alive. you escaped. he saved you. his family was safe.

and all that led to now. you sitting on the floor of your small mauri, eyes focused on nothing before you with your body hunched over your crossed lap. hands mindlessly picking at skin and twisting or bending fingers, or a knee bouncing to an unknown sound only you can locate. even a small rocking motion came upon your body, it was like you were in a fixed trance.

his arms being wrapped tight around your shoulders stopped all functions. slowly you realized what was happening and sluggishly you moved your arms securely along his waist, a firm tug to pull him impossibly closer. your faces tucked into the crooks of each other's necks, deeply inhaling the other scents, feeling the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out.

“neteyam…” your lips brushed his skin, and you gave a tremble to his name. he shushed you, his nose rubbing against your pulse point. his lashes a light tickle on your neck just below your jaw. “focus on your breathing first. your heart putters like that of a hummingbird's wings.”

neteyam pulled away and you started to panic, but all he did was place a hand against your heart and he tugged one of yours to do the same, “follow my heart. listen to my breathing. calm and steady.” you closed your eyes to just focus on the thump thump thump of neteyam’s steady heart.

when you felt relatively calmer, less jumpy you peeled your closed eyes open and stared directly into neteyam’s clouded golden orbs. they looked to be shadowed by different emotions, only one you can see at the top of his emotional surface. anger.

a hand limply touched his cheek, just a ghostly sweep of your fingertips. and before you could move further or speak, fast-paced steps echoed against the cave walls and entered your mauri. kiri walked forward with a woven basket of herbs and salves but stopped short when she looked up from the floor to the two of you still seated in front of each other, neither moving away only straying your eyes to her.

“oh, uh… sa’nu and sempu (mom and dad) sent me to fix any wounds. grandmother is busy with others.” she shuffled on her feet, noting the heavy air.

neteyam stood up and walked over to his sister, taking the basket into his hands, “i shall mend her wounds. stay with tuk and lo’ak, make sure they are okay.” he gave a squeeze to her right bicep and she nodded to the both of you before walking away.

neteyam moved quietly as he worked preparing the paste that would keep any cuts from getting infected and set aside the herbs for wrapping or for swelling bruises. you just watched as he kept his head and eyes down focused, mouth pulled into a thin, tight line showing he was keeping words to himself.

“neteyam… please don’t keep thoughts to yourself. tell me what troubles your mind.” a hand resting on his knee.

his movements stilled and you thought he was about to open up, but instead he mumbled lowly, “this might sting,” and he scooped the thick yellow paste onto two fingers and slathered the medicine along a long and red cut to your forearm. you flinched in his hold, eyes shutting tight with your fingers closing into fists and your breath sucked in through your teeth.

you heard the mumbled “sorries” and felt his hold that was firm but his fingers were delicate. he moved from the cut on your bicep to a cut along your collarbone. the sting wasn’t there as he worked so you focused your attention back on him, needing to hear his voice and thoughts.

“‘teyam, please. i-i know what happened was scary, but not talking to me is worrying me more. it was not our intention to get taken hostage by the demons, they caught us off guard as we were exploring, and- and i know we… yes we went to an area that was off limits. but- but everything was cleared and when i started to get worried i told them we needed to leave and that’s when they arrived, and that’s when we had lo’ak call in.”

neteyam just worked, not stopping to look at you or speak with you, his eyes stayed on your damaged skin. it was making you frustrated. you didn’t mind his silence usually, but it was always a welcomed silence when both of you just wanted to soak up the other’s presence, this was an angered silence. he was giving you the silent treatment.

“neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan i do not appreciate this silence. i would rather have you yell at me than ignore me as i am trying to talk to you. i know you have some words dancing on your tongue just waiting to be spewed in my face, well speak them.” you jerked away from his gentle touch and you missed it, but he was hurting your heart.

he stayed on his knees, head bowed as he stared at his hands, palms facing the sky. his braids closed off his face, his emotions that you usually could read like an open book, but now he was a clouded sky that wouldn’t let the sun shine through.

your lips trembled and eyes watered, your arms covering your stomach as a protective blanket from this vulnerability. “when i was being choked by their hand around my throat and my queue being tugged harshly, i thought i was to die in that moment. they held knives at each of us, ready to stab if we were to make any move to freedom. and- and as the night crept upon us as they waited for your sempul (father) so they could kill him along with us, i just thought of you. thought of your smile and your comforting laughter that i have to wrangle from you most of the time because you can be too stubborn for your own good. how i would miss the touch of your fingers on my skin, rubbing circles into my hips or caressing my cheeks as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. how there were so many words i have yet-“

“i could have lost you! you could have been killed long before we arrived to help! i would stumble upon your lifeless body! do you not know how that would completely break me apart? i wouldn’t be able to live without you, without your soothing words and quiet company. i- i would want to die right with you, even if it hurt my family…i wouldn’t- your loss would just rip my heart out of my chest and completely tear it to shreds.”

his words shrieked loud like a ikran’s cry within your eardrums. your whole body stopped moving and you stood motionless, the air stolen from your lungs and your heart forgetting its automatic beating. your arms fell from their protective hold on your stomach before your feet carried you back to neteyam, knees crouching to the ground. with a hand, you tucked it under his chin and pushed his head up to make proper eye contact and that’s when your heart completely broke in your chest.

his usual glowing irises were surrounded in a red hue from the running tears that left stains under his eyes and along his cheeks. thumbs jumped into action and swiped away the pain that this situation has caused him, you hated seeing him so stressed and worn out.

“ma ‘teyam… i hadn’t meant to put us- put you in this type of position. i never want to be the cause of pain for you and- and i know this whole problem could have been avoided if- if i was a bit stricter with lo’ak and his impulse decisions. but we must now focus on our present.” you connected your foreheads together, thumbs still running over his cheeks.

neteyam wrapped his hands around your wrist, his nose bumping into yours, “i’m supposed to protect you, protect my family and i have failed my purpose.”

“no neteyam. your sole purpose isn’t to be a protector… well actually kinda is- anyway, what- what i am trying to say is. you cannot save everyone neteyam, sometimes Eywa chooses whose life ends if it keeps the balance.”

“i have to try. i have to try and save everyone, especially my family and you. life would never be the same if any of you were to leave in a tragic way.” you pushed braids behind his ears, “and life would be dull and fruitless without you, neteyam. we must protect each other, that is our purpose.”

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buttertrait · 7 months

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Studio Ghibli tattoos!

I'm back with another tattoo set! Originally i wanted to create starfires tattoos from the comic by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo, and so i drew these adorable little soot sprites that she has on her arm and i was obsessed with them so i thought, why not just make a whole ghibli set and i love how they turned out! they're defo not perfect but im still really happy with them. if you have any issues let me know, and i hope that you guys enjoy <33

BGC

13 swatches (one swatch with all the tattooos together and individual swatches)

teen to elder, both frames

custom thumbnail

credit goes to the og artists, i found most of these off of pintrest and google!

DOWNLOAD: (free as always) SFS | (alt) MEDIAFIRE

#i really wanted to make some lil ghibli tattoos so im very excited about these #ts4 #ts4 cc #ts4 custom content #ts4 tattoos #ts4 mmcc #ts4 cc download #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #sims 4 tattoos #sims 4 mmcc #alwaysfreecc #always free cc #my cc #cc finds

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 9 months

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•“𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 42!Miles x Y/N

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and miles have made some prank wars only for you to lose your edge control

𝐀/𝐍: I’m so sorry yall for having not get in stories , hopefully this one shot helps. Idea is from a pintrest post

Minor spanish, blame apple

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Fluff, Funny, Cute,Broken Spanish

Miles I hope you didn’t take my edge control” you shout hoping he hears you from the living room.

You and miles were about to go out for a little bit to his parents house .

But you guys have started a prank war. So you guys like to pull random pranks on eachother not matter what.

But you were going to do a little bit of your edges . Yet you couldn’t find it at all. You had searched your hair bin it wasn’t there. You checked the bathroom in your room and you checked you bedroom.

Now you were checking your dresser to see if it was on top or if slipped and fell.

“Oh my god , there ain’t not way it got up and decided to just head out” you say to yourself as you started to get slightly annoyed.

“Miles I know you got my edge control” you said as you go to the living room

You look around he’s no where to be found , his game was on pause so you went to main. Bathroom.

You saw miles in the mirror suing it edge control to lay his edges down.

“Miles I know you lying” you laugh as you see him

“No no you wish , Mis bordes están matando” (my edges are killing) he says you start to laugh at him

“That’s what you think” you tell him

“Estás enfadado, lo hice mejor que tú (Your just mad I did better than you)” he tells you

“Yeah yeah , Lo que digas, amor (what ever you say love)” you tell him .

He finishes laying three down and you start to smile , but he was a little right , he was killing it

“Hold up lemme take your pictures “ you tell him as you pull out your phone from your back pocket.

You start to take regular pictures than point .5’s

“Nuh uh delete them point .5s finna make me look goofy” he tell you as you show him the pictures

“Already look goofy with them edges” you tell him .

“Nuh uh , I be slaying” he tells you

“I can tell , not lemme put your edges back so mama Rio don’t be on me” you laugh as you get the edge brush off the counter

“Well I got proof of me killing everyone”

“Yup babe that you do”

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serpentandthreads · 6 months

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[Pick-A-Card] Are you a soldier, poet, or king?

[From left to right, pick one of three photos of roses + mirrors. Images found on pintrest.]

I've found several versions of this song, and all have been appealing to me. I figured, why not make a short and fun pick a card reading based on it? If y'all haven't listened to the song, feel free to go ahead and listen to it before picking an image.

[Pile One] The Poet

Uplifting Aspects: The Sun, Page of Cups, Seven of Swords (rv)

Young at heart and a soul much older, pile one are the poets. You are creative and have a unique charm to your personality. That charm comes in the form of optimism and having fun no matter what it is you do. This may draw attention to you, but take it as a compliment: you shine like the sun.

Some may think of you as naive and childish, but you are very self-aware. You know what you like and what brings you comfort. You are a dreamer. There are a dozen ideas for what path you want to walk in life, and it is so hard to choose just one so you try to live them all in some way. You often do this through your art.

Challenging Aspects: Strength (rv), Ace of Cups (rv), The Tower (rv)

Dear pile one, your joy and optimistic outlook on life may not come without some internal struggle. Your battles happen in your head with yourself. Poets seek to find the beauty in life and often will also find tragedy in it. This causes some fear and anxiety in you, but don't allow yourself to be paralyzed. You must learn not to be discouraged by this.

Self-doubt, imposter syndrome. You question yourself. Your abilities. The truth. Despite the reassurance you get from others, you still get that lingering "what if" in the back of your mind. Again, you can not allow yourself to be discouraged by this. You must move forward.

[Pile Two] The King

Uplifting Aspects: Ten of Wands, The Star, Five of Wands

Ambitious and honorable, pile two are the kings. You have a respectable sense of responsibility and will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. As a king personality, you tend to find yourself in the spotlight, but that is natural for you. You are a strong and intense presence. This can be intimidating yet admirable to others.

Competition and growth are what encourage you to keep moving forward. Even during times when you feel exhausted and ready to give up, there will always be a spark there to light you up again. Many admire you for your perseverance, and some envy you for it.

Challenging Aspects: Seven of Cups, Ace of Swords (rv), Seven of Wands

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Your sense of duty can be both a blessing and a curse. You may frequently find yourself in situations where people look to you for answers. Sometimes, you may have them. There are also times when the options seem endless, and there are no true solutions to the problem at hand. Yet others expect you to make the hard choices.

Your neverending desire to achieve your goals may also come with a cost. You may sometimes find that others perceive you as cold and rigid, lacking in empathy. This may have cost you relationships of all kinds. Your competitive nature may have caused you trouble. Competition can bring out the best and worst in people.

[Pile Three] The Soldier

Uplifting Aspects: The Moon, Five of Cups (rv), Four of Swords

With an unbreakable spirit and the bravery to match, pile three are the soldiers. Many think of you as mysterious or closed off, but you're just mindful of where you use your energy. You're calculated and observant. All of this may result in you having very few relationships— it's not that you don't want meaningful relationships, you just see people for what they are.

Y'all are more likely to make peace with your past than poets and kings. Your sense of awareness is rather unique because, rather than dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, you are more concerned about the present. You can't change the past, and you can never be too sure about the future, but you do have control over how you approach life now. In the moment.

Challenging Aspects: Knight of Wands, Ace of Wands, Queen of Pentacles

Your fighting spirit may come with a hot temper and impulsiveness. You may be quick to judge, or you may simply judge harshly. Best mind your words, pile three. They cut just as sharp as a sword.

Y'all may also find that you have difficulty expressing yourselves. Yes, you have opinions about others and are morally conscious about right and wrong. How do you feel, though? Can you name your emotions? You spend so much time perceiving others and predicting what others are going to do next that you may become disconnected with yourself. Ground yourselves, pile three.

Deck Used: Tarot of the Divine

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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waiting for a girl like you ♡

Stepbrother!em x innocent!reader

Warnings: stepcest, blackmail, manipulation, smut.

Highly recommend listening to the song while you read this. Pictures found on pintrest.

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Eddie got home from his Hellfire Club meeting and immediately went to find you, having thought of a dozen more ways to tease you while he was with the guys trying to focus on his campaign. Well pretending to focus at least. Ever since your mom married his uncle and your two small families moved in together and became one, he’s found himself focusing all his attention on you. His life’s completely changed, big new house on the other side of town, a new stepmom, a new dog, and most of all you. His new sister. Sweet, innocent, two years younger than him. Eyes wide with wonder when you two first met, a couple months after your mom and Wayne had started dating. You’d reached your hand out politely to shake his, introducing yourself with a sweet smile. He knew then looking at your pouty glossed lips, round breasts hugged under your turtleneck and plush thighs peeking out under your plaid skirt that you were going to be the death of him. But she’s your sister now Eddie, don’t be a perv. He battled in his mind with that thought for a couple weeks. Songs that played on his van’s radio reminded him of you. It feels so right, so warm and true, I need to know if you feel it too Foreigner whined on. Ultimately, he decided he liked you too much and you being his stepsister was reason enough that it’s okay. As long as no one else found out. So after he and Wayne moved in, he quietly started to tease you, pulling on your ponytail, flipping your skirts up when no one was watching. He’d press his body into yours as you rinsed your cereal bowl out in the sink, him reaching for an unnecessary item in the shelf above you. “G’morning princess.” He said burying his face in your hair, his hips pressing yours into the rounded marble of the counter, “How’d you sleep?” He asked, his hands coming down to settle on your hips. You’d scoffed and pushed him off of you with a look of disgust as he smirked and gave you a coy wink. You started off as more of a challenge than he was hoping for but he’s slowly starting to wear you down.

So on this Friday afternoon, as he tiptoes to your bedroom door, planning to slam it open and scare you, he stops when he hears your whining. His heart starts to beat faster as he wonders why you could be crying. Did he finally push you to the limit? He leans his ear to the door, listening closer. Frustrated sighs and whiney crys between hiccups of moans and gasps. His eyes widen as he realizes what he’s hearing. You, his innocent little stepsister, are touching yourself. But it doesn’t sound like you’re doing a very good job. He feels blood start to rush to his cock as he thinks about your soft fingers rubbing your sweet little pussy. Untouched by anyone’s fingers but your own. He’s shocked you’re being so loud but with no one else home, you must think you’re in the clear. Wrong. So so wrong. He debates bursting through the door and embarrassing you but he decides to keep this information in his back pocket until he can come up with a plan to use it against you. Later that night, you find yourself in his room as he forces you to watch some gory scary movie that makes your stomach turn. He’d told you to wait until mom and Wayne went to bed then come to his room in your pajamas. “Like a slumber party?” You’d asked eyes sparkling as you hugged your brown teddy bear close to your chest. Lucky bear. “Yeah, babe,” he fought the curling corners of his mouth to avoid looking like he was having too much fun “just like a slumber party.” You smiled with a sweet humming noise, excited to bond with your new brother.

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So you did as he said, appearing in his doorway in your soft baby blue nightie, matching satin panties hidden underneath. You were fresh from a hot bath and you smelled like rose petals, your skin impossibly smooth and soft. “Why can’t we just watch this downstairs, tv’s bigger down there?” you questioned. “Cause we can’t, it’ll be scarier in here. C’mon don’t be difficult.” He said, patting the side of the bed he’d scooted over to open up for you. He was lounging in his loose plaid pajama pants, shirtless, the pants rolled over on the top dipping low and exposing the lines that lead to his crotch. His room always has a funny herbal smell that you can’t place. You shrugged and crawled onto his bed, sitting with a bounce and settling stiffly against his pillows. He watched your tits jiggle with your movements, sighing out a small laugh as he asked whatever God was watching him why he deserved someone as hot as you to be in his bed. But he didn’t want to overthink that. He’d look up to the sky with silent thanks later if the night went the way he wanted it to. He hit play on the remote and turned the volume up as he tossed it out of the way. He scooted closer to you, taking one of your hands in his, examining your delicate fingers. “Lay down” he demanded softly, pulling your hand until you slumped down beside him. “M’not tired Eddie. I wanna stay up late!” You said with a pout. “I know you do.” He said laughing at your defiant tone. His tongue swipes his lower lip a couple times as he lets his eyes dance up and down your body, all hairless and sunkissed. Were those sparkles catching the light as your chest rises and falls with your soft breaths? Maybe you wanted Eddie’s attention as much as he wanted yours.

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“Y’know how pretty I think you are right?” He asks, fingers still interlocked with yours. “I know Eddie.” You say gently. He tells you every chance he gets. He lifts your knuckles to his lips and kisses them softly. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever met.” He means it too. “Aww Eddie. You’re so sweet. Well.. most of the time… when you’re not being weird.” He screws his face up in mock confusion, eyebrows pinching. “W’dya mean weird?” “Like yesterday when you made me sit on your lap.” Eddie’s cock’s starting to stiffen at the memory. “And then you asked me to kiss your neck when I sat down..” you took your lower lip into your mouth, nibbling nervously. “You don’t like when we do those things? I thought you wanted to be close to me?” Eddie asks, brown eyes going full puppy mode. You giggle, “I do want us to be close but.. I don’t know. Don’t you think siblings shouldn’t be that close?” “We’re stepsiblings though, sweetheart. S’different.” You nod. “Besides, you make me feel so special when you do those things with me.” He pulls you closer, your head resting on his bicep that’s stretched behind your head, eyes watching his jaw as he talks. “Do I make you feel anything?” You thought for a moment, eyes looking around the room. “S’okay, you can tell me the truth. Won’t get upset.” He says, his thumb and forefinger coming up to turn your chin back to look at him. “I guess I did feel.. something. Yesterday. In my.. special place.” Your hands fly up to cover your face after you say that. “Hey, hey” he says, hands coming up to pull yours down to his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast but you don’t say anything. “You don’t have to be embarrassed princess. What does it feel like?” Eddie’s fully hard now, his hand reaching down to adjust his painful erection, hips lifting off the bed. Your eyes flick down to see why he’s squirming and your jaw drops when you see the tenting in his pants. “Um.. I guess it feels tingly and.. kind of throbbing?” He couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped up his throat. “Is that normal?” You ask as innocent as an angel. Eddie’s nods, “Of course, baby. Very normal. I feel the same thing. In fact, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

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Your eyes widen. “Sometimes when I get really tingly and my dick starts to throb-” he palms his girthy erection through his pants, “I have to rub it until it feels better.” Your breath speeds up as you watch his hand tighten around the shape of his cock. Your thighs clench and you run your palms up and down your knees, feeling them get clammy. “And earlier today when I got home, I think I heard you trying to make yourself feel better too?” Your mouth widens as your eyes begin to water in embarrassment. “N-no I wasn’t..” “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Eddie said, hands coming up to cradle your warming face. You wanted to melt into a puddle and run back to your room all at once. But Eddie’s tattooed torso and soft voice was making that tingly feeling start up in your core again. You groan as your hands come up to hold his forearms. “My friend told me it’d be easy. But s‘not Eds. I couldn’t do it.” He nodded, shifting his lap uncomfortably. “It’s not easy when you first start out. Especially since you’re a pure, untouched flower.” He says stroking your cheek with his thumb. You like how he looks at you. Like you’re the only girl in the whole world. “But if you want, I can help the tingly feeling feel much better.” You nod frantically. “Are you feeling it right now?” More nodding.

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Eddie tells you to lay back down so he can take a look. He pulls your hips towards him as he kneels in between your legs. “Oh wait” he says as he softly smacks the side of your thigh and jumps off the bed. “Ah fuck” he grunts as he steps on the remote he tossed earlier. You giggle as you watch his hair bounce with his quick steps over to his stereo. He pops open his foreigner cassette (that he bought at a store where no one would know him only so he could listen to it while he jerked off thinking about you) and inserts it into the machine, hitting play and skipping to the song he wants. His favorite song for you. He returns to the bed and softly sits down between your legs again. He places two fingers on either side of your waistband and pulls down, revealing your wet folds to him. His eyes darken as he takes in your pussy for the first time, having thought about it a million times. But this is so much better than anything he could’ve dreamed of. “Perfect.” He whispers feather soft. Your smooth puffy lips shimmer with the juices seeping out of them. He takes his thumb and forefinger and gently spreads them apart, strings of wetness connecting them. You inhale sharply at his cold touch, exhaling a small moan at the feeling. With you spread open he can see your tiny hole and the clear, milky fluid leaking from it. Your clit peaking out of the top looking red and engorged, probably still sensitive from your rubbing earlier. Eddie has to remind himself to breathe as he lets his fingers trace up and down your folds. You squirm and tense up, the walls of your pussy fluttering and releasing every couple seconds. “Doing ok baby?” He checks in with you. You moan a soft “mhm” as you sit up to rest on your elbows and watch him. The fingers on his right hand gently pull up at the top of your pussy to expose your clit more, rolling it under the pad of his thumb. You moan loud and whiny and he shushes you. “Don’t want our parents to hear right princess?” You nod, biting your lower lip nervously again. “I want you to make some noises but just quietly. Put your hand over your mouth if you have to.” “Ok Eddie.”

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As the warm rich voice and soft drumbeat of Eddie’s cassette echoes in the room, you begin to see stars. Eddie’s on his stomach, biceps curled under your thighs, hands splayed across your stomach, nighty pushed up to your collarbone. His mouth is sucking softly at your clit, tongue swirling it and flicking gently. His rough hand reaches up to palm your breast, flexing his palm over your nipple and pulling it as it hardens. Your hips buck up into him and he uses his other hand to keep you held in place, smiling against your pussy. “Eddie” you whine, fingers fisting the bedsheets around you. He switches hands to play with your other tit and reaches out his free hand for one of yours, interlocking your fingers in his with a soft squeeze. He laps at your folds like it’s his last meal. Your hand drops his as your fingers fly to his curls, pulling gently and getting lost in them. He groans at the sensation, bringing both hands to spread your lips as far apart as they’ll go before licking a thick stripe deep inside you. You moan loudly behind your hand, eyes getting blurry with tears. He slowly inserts his longest finger in the place where you need him most as his mouth continues to suck at your clit. He pumps in and out slowly, curling his digit and rotating his wrist in a smooth rhythm. You wonder how many girls he’s done this too, a jealous pit forming in your stomach. But when he looks up at you with hearts practically shimmering in his eyes, that thought floats away and the feeling in your stomach is replaced with something much more tight and urgent. The new feeling made you whimper and squeeze Eddie’s shoulder. He gave you a knowing look as he inserted another finger and sped up his pace. Much faster. “You feel it coming baby? Don’t fight it, I wanna see how pretty you look coming on my fingers.” You squeezed your eyes and let his fingers pull your orgasm out of you with a loud cry, forgetting to cover your mouth. Eddie doesn’t care, watching your face as your eyes flutter and you repeat his name through pants. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” You whine, grabbing his hand to slow him down. He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his eyes, turning them to see the glistening wetness before he puts them under his nose, inhaling deeply and then sucking them clean. You scoff and giggle out a “Gross Eds!” “Taste so sweet babygirl. And you did so good for me. Wasn’t I right? I can help you anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.”

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