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prismatic-bell · 1 year

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SO YOU WANT TO HELP THE RAILWAY WORKERS: A CHECKLIST

If you don't know what I'm talking about, here's a news article.

This is a shitty, shitty situation, and unfortunately we're in a position where all we can do is make it less shitty. BUT. WE HAVE THE POWER TO DO THAT.

Grab that phone and your unlimited data plan, because we're about to flood some phone lines, babes. Start by texting "Sign PZPAKG" to 50409 to sign the action letter written by Resistbot. Once you've done that, reblog this post (if I see more likes than reblogs on this post I'm gonna shit lead) because there are links in here and Tumblr search will eat it, and this will only work if we get a ton of eyeballs on it.

First, you'll want this link, which lists all 100 State Senators. (If you live in Massachussetts or Rhode Island, skip down to "Ready to do more?" Don't call your Senators yet.) Yes, I'm aware this webpage looks like it was made in 2006, I'm extremely sorry (your tax dollars at work), but you do what you gotta. You're going to start by looking up the Senators from your state. This site will direct you to their official webpages. Look for "locations," not "contact," because most of them use email contact forms as a first line of contact these days. You want phone numbers. You should find at least two--one in Washington, DC and one in your state's capitol. (Some may have more than one in-state. I know here in AZ Kelly and Sinema have both a Phoenix and Tucscon office, and Kelly also has one on the Navajo Nation.)

Pick one, it doesn't matter which. Call it. You may get either a staffer or a voicemail. (If it's voicemail, listen carefully to the prompts. If it says voicemail is full, go back and try the other phone number.) Staffers are pretty friendly, but can occasionally seem a little disconnected or brusque. If that's the case, it is not you--your call's probably been routed through a switchboard and they're experiencing lag. Don't worry about it, just say your bit.

HERE IS THE SCRIPT I USED THIS MORNING: "My name is [legal name] and I'm a constituent of Senator [name]'s from [my town]. I'm calling in support of the railway unions in light of this frankly extremely bad deal they're being asked to accept. If railway workers are so important to our economy that Congress can get involved, then they're important enough to deserve paid sick time. I'd like to encourage the Senator to vote NO on any bill that doesn't provide railway union workers with at least seven days of paid sick time."

Total time elapsed for me doing this: about five minutes.

OKAY. READY TO DO MORE? Some Senators have already signed an open letter saying they're in support of providing sick time to railway union members. Those Senators are Bernie Sanders from Vermont, Kirsten Gillibrand from New York, Tammy Baldwin from Wisconsin, Cory Booker from New Jersey, Sherrod Brown from Ohio, Ed Markey and Elizabeth Warren from Massachusetts, Jeff Merkley from Oregon, Alex Padilla from Callifornia, and Jack Reed and Sheldon Whitehouse from Rhode Island. Give them a call next. HERE'S THE SCRIPT I'VE BEEN USING: "My name is [legal name]. I'm actually an Arizona resident, but I wanted to thank Senator [name] for supporting sick time for railway union members. I was really disappointed to hear President Biden basically decided to get involved in union-busting and I'm glad to hear the Senator is on labor's side. Please encourage them to stay the course and get that sick leave pushed through." If you're from Massachusetts or Rhode Island, feel free to say something about how you're glad your state is standing up for labor when you're calling your own Senators on that list. You can say that to any Senator on this list if they happen to be yours, obviously, it's just definitely got even more of an impact if you're already a constituent.

OKAY. WANT TO KEEP GOING?

I've got one more assignment for you. This is the list of committee members for the Committee on Health, Education, Labor, and Pensions. There are ten of them and some of them overlap with phone calls you've already made, so you're almost done. If you look at the script below and then look at the committee members and go "you think Republicans give a shit about this?," I am begging you to at least call Lisa Murkowski and Mitt Romney. Yes, the majority of the Republican Party is a nuclear trashfire. Yes, they're Republicans. But if you said "Nina, you have to go to dinner with six Senate members and three of them have to be Republicans," my picks would be Murkowski, Romney, and Liz Cheney. We might actually be able to make a dent in Murkowski and Romney if we try hard enough, and yes, "try" is important here. Fuck Yoda and his do-or-do-not bullshit, if activists in this country only went for sure things we'd still have chattel slavery and no votes for women. YOU GOTTA GET UP AND TRY.

SO HERE'S YOUR SCRIPT FOR THE COMMITTEE MEMBERS.

"My name is [name]. I'm calling because Senator [name] is a member of the Committee on Health, Education, Labor, and Pensions. I'd like to encourage him/her as a Committee member to lead by example in this current situation with the railway unions, and vote NO on any bill that does not provide railway workers with at least seven days of paid sick leave. I'm sure Senator [name]'s position on this committee has given them plenty of examples to know a healthy and organized labor force is far better for our economy than a sick and demoralized one."

GO BLOW UP THE PHONE LINES LIKE YOU'RE GUY FAWKES UNDER PARLIAMENT. The railway workers have had our backs all through Covid. It's high time we had theirs.

#politics #direct action #grassroots #unions #this is what all those words mean by the way

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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WIBTA for insisting my husband's online friend sign some sort of lease or contract for moving into our house?

So my husband has a friend from a MMO that he met like 5 years ago. This guy moved across the country to get away from his toxic family and live with his partner there. This partner left him earlier this summer, shouldering him with the full financial responsibility for the apartment they used to share, which he could not afford alone. When he heard about this, my husband offered to help, because the friend doesn't have any closer connections and really doesn't want to return to his toxic family, if they'd even have him back. A couple years ago my husband and I bought a house, and it has a guest bedroom, and my husband offered it to him without asking me first. "If you can't find somewhere affordable in time let me know." He did tell me almost immediately afterwards, though. It's his nature to offer help when he has the means to do so, whether it's a friend or a stranger in the Walmart parking lot who needs their engine jumpstarted. I love that about him, but I feel like it's gone a bit far this time.

I've only spoken to this guy myself a couple times when I still played this MMO. We don't know what he looks like, and my husband only just recently learned his real name (he never felt the need to ask before.) But my husband trusts him, and I want to trust my husband. I still have my reservations, though, because I don't know him, and also because after years of living in crappy apartments and with crappy roommates, I highly valued finally having our own private home, where we can be as indiscreet as we like, stay up as late as we want on our days off, and have a place for our friends to crash for the couple nights a year when we can actually get together and get real drunk. But despite all this, I told my husband ok, as long as it's only temporary, and only if he doesn't find any other option before he has to vacate his current apartment. Because I didn't want to be the reason that someone my husband considers a friend to be homeless, or back with an abusive family. There is a verbal agreement/understanding that the friend needs to find a job here ASAP, start paying rent once he has a paycheck, and be looking for a place of his own while he's here.

Well, his friend wasn't able to find anything else, and my husband has already bought a plane ticket for him, and one box of his things has already arrived at our house in advance of his arrival, so it's too late to rescind the offer. I spoke to my mom and mother-in-law about it and they are EXTREMELY skeptical, being older people and all and not really understanding the idea of internet friendships. But after talking to them, I'm more anxious about this than I initially realized. Moms and I floated the idea of drafting some kind of contract or rent agreement or something, so that we have some sort of recourse if this person isn't trustworthy or things go pear shaped. But my husband insisted it isn't necessary to go that far, that this will definitely be a short term thing, but in this economy I really doubt that.

I know now I should've pressed the issue earlier. If I pushed against it hard enough I think my husband would have dropped it. But I also genuinely don't want to be the reason this guy's homeless. It's entirely possible he's a perfectly trustworthy guy and is as nice in person has he has been online. I thought a written agreement would be a fitting compromise since it's definitely too late to pull back without being the asshole for sure, but I want some measure of protection. I'd do some legal research first to make sure it's done correctly. But WIBTA if I insisted on that? what would tumblr do?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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compacflt · 6 months

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Hi, big fan of your fics. I've just found your Tumblr and binged everything Icemav-related. When reading about Icemav's political beliefs, I've gotten curious. Does Bradley share the same political beliefs as Ice (and Mav)? Does being raised by them or them pulling his papers influence how he votes? Or there are other factors in the play (e.g. generations, social media)? How about Jake and the other Daggers? How does this young generation of the Navy perceive politics (elections, gender, etc.)? My apologies for bombarding you with questions. But as a non-American, American politics have always been something we must pay attention to. I've seen many interesting interpretations on Tumblr but it feels more or less wistful than realistic, but I might be wrong (again not an American) so I would love to see your perspective on this. Thank you.

a good politics roundup post before i leave this blog

icemav & their conservatism: here, here, here

ice’s NECESSARY conservatism as commander of the pacific fleet (i.e. officers who are most likely to get promoted to the highest ranks do NOT break the service line when it comes to domestic politics, so by necessity ice would’ve had to keep his mouth shut, he Cannot be both a four-star and a revolutionary, like he just can’t; and being a revolutionary is otherwise antithetical to his character anyway): here, here.

and the original “ice & mav politics post” which is being updated here: here

I’ve gone back and forth on everyones politics over the last year of me being involved with these characters, but let me just tell you where I’ve ended up headcanoning them politically, if ur interested

ice: reagan democrat. “educated moderate” who was more right-leaning pre-9/11. now just a regular ol liberal (did you SEE those gay little round glasses in tgm? no way this guy isn’t a straight-up lib) with absolutely no strong feelings about most domestic politics besides “fascism bad”. Has some foreign policy opinions that areeeee questionable at best, like all members of the military elite (hangman voice: DO NOT ASK ICEMAN ABOUT CHINA. WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE). foreign policy neoliberal favoring the dovish side of the spectrum. A force conservator (“let’s save our military assets [read: my boyfriend maverick 🥺] for when we really need them, not for any old conflict. the deterring specter of the American war machine should outweigh the risk of underperforming”). He’s in favor of marriage equality of course, but treats it like a privilege and not a right. would be sad/upset if it got repealed but wouldn’t necessarily fight for it. “well at least my marriage will always be legal in california so i just won’t leave, problem solved.” Normie median Biden voter.

mav: political wildcard tbh. original 1986 mav is DEFINITELY right-leaning (i think i’ve written elsewhere, “he fully believes bill clinton is an affront to god”). i get young republican vibes from him. Full on patriotic (but dispassionate) 1980s reaganite anti-commie neoconservative. but after the 2010s i am very confused tbh. Tom cruise’s political aura is an insanely confusing one. idk. No matter what, Mav has some Hot Takes that a.) can immediately be shot down by ice using Facts and Logic at any time and b.) are not strictly partisan. He’s registered democrat just to support marriage equality (his marriage is his top priority but he doesn’t care about Other gays’ marriages, only his own), doesn’t care about any of the party’s other lines. Votes however ice tells him to. I get real “kind clueless libertarian” vibes from 2022 maverick tbh. Especially with the “isolating himself in a hangar in the middle of the mojave desert.” that has a political connotation to it for sure. bro just does whatever he wants out there

also, ice & mav live in San Diego, which… while in blue/democrat leaning California…is famously a bastion of right-wingers & has a hitler particle level off the charts… (sorry its not my favorite place in the world). That’s why they’re both continually so disgusted by San Francisco (a metonym for effete liberal homosexuality). Theyre from San Diego, hatred of SF & liberal SF politics is kinda par for the course down there.

Bradley: as u will see in the extras i definitely hc Bradley as an activist, but because he’s… in the navy and also like in his 30s… It’s not college campus activism, it’s just “things all of us in the left wing can agree upon” activism. so, like, BLM or pride, etc. He’s an “in this house we believe” yard sign liberal. He is 38 years old. hes a solid millennial so not politically hip with the kids (me)

Bradley & ice/mav disagree on the VISIBILITY of politics. Ice & mav, who did live through the vietnam era draft/near-dissolution of American society in the 60s and 70s, are not in favor of possibly losing their job/honor they have fought and killed for, for the sake of a political statement. And they believe their relationship IS a political statement, whereas Bradley would rather encourage them to treat their relationship like, I don’t know, a relationship that has a right to exist independent of politics!

Jake and the other daggers: idk. i don’t really give a shit about the daggers sorry. They r blank slates 2 me. jake especially is canonically frat-boy sexist in a way that gives me the heebs, much like original 1986 maverick and ice. But the navy tends to be the most left-wing (or thought of as left wing in common thought) service of the military, if that helps. But it is also the most traditional service of the military, and by traditional I mean BRITISH!!!! 🇬🇧💂there’s so much pomp and circumstance and hoity-toitiness that comes from the navy’s origins in the Royal Navy. A lot of sticking to outdated tradition in the very fabric of the navy itself, while the navy’s enlisted demographics shift younger and more left-wing/“revolutionary…” some interesting conflicts there. Like that one sailor who got blasted by multiple congressmen on social media for (with permission!) reading a poem about their queer identity on the USS Gerald ford’s intercom a few months back, if I remember correctly. Hoo boy the Takes that day were wild. Younger Americans tend to be more liberal but YMMV with officers, who are by nature trying to uphold outdated traditions of the navy for the sake of keeping the navy a unified service

i am of course writing carole as a christian republican who has gay friends and a gay kid not by choice but by the Grace of God

#i realize some terminology in this post is so hyperamericanspecific that you may need to Google it #like the in this house we believe yard sign #it’s… like… i can’t even describe it. it’s a kind of well meaning liberal who can sometimes be a little cringe.#and Reagan democrats (which ice is) are a whole political subgroup in and of themselves #maybe not Reagan democrat but like conservadem? but no that’s different too #blue dog democrat? but not sure he’s that conservative #THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY HAS BECOME SUCH A BIG TENT POST TRUMP THERE ARE 50.000 TYPES OF DEMOCRAT YOU CAN BE #san francisco as a metonym for effete liberal homosexuality of course (it’s where im from 😎😎)#it’s a ten hour drive from SF to San diego like they might as well be different countries. san diego secede from the US when 🙏🏽#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #icemav #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #normie median biden voter ice #the navy is liberalizing but veeeeery slowly #most of the conservative pressure ive seen towards the navy is external! policymakers & budget drafters etc #the navy is very liberal BUT that makes it a laughingstock among conservatives!#so a desire from higher-ups to push the Navy more conservative to be taken seriously…is kinda understandable #when being taken seriously means more ships more capability more money etc #instead of GOP culture-war-pilled pennypinchers going ‘hey why are we givin the gay service so much money’#take this post with a grain of salt. i have never been old enough to vote in a federal election.

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cycwrites · 4 months

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A (Few) Day(s) in the Life - Lingerie

A very overdue second chapter of random glimpses into the lives of my favorite girls.

This was meant to be a short, fade to black ficlet while I tried to remember how to do this words thing. Close enough.

Thank you to everyone who has ever left me a comment on AO3 (I owe so many responses over the last 3 years) or sent me a message on Tumblr, encouraging me to continue after all this time. I’m really hoping to finish a few things next year as I still owe everyone a Staubrey origin and cliffhanger reveal.

For @tiny-maus-boots and @kimmania. I honestly don’t know if I’d be here without your unending support and encouragement in life as well as writing.

And for Rylee, who somehow convinced-slash-hoodwinked me into thinking about the Mitchsen chapter, which in turn reminded me I needed to get this one done first.

Words: 3600ish (aka the 2nd shortest thing I've ever written.)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter 1 (and the whole Nowish Universe) on AO3

Master Post for Tumblr

And just because, the Spotify playlist that helped me write pretty much every Pitch story.

A Pitch Perfect Lifetime

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~S~

Wednesday, October 11th, 2017

“Is it dumb that I’m nervous?”

Stacie turned to look at Aubrey who very clearly was avoiding looking at her. Which meant she missed the loving smile that Stacie aimed her way.

“Bree.” Aubrey didn’t turn, merely slid another hanger to the side and intently looked at the clothing behind it, which was exactly the same style and color. “There is a list of things you are not, and dumb is definitely on it.” Stacie resumed going through the rack in front of her, deciding this was one of those times that Aubrey needed to pretend they weren’t having a discussion about whatever was bothering her. She knew they’d eventually get to the heart of it. “Were you nervous with Chloe?”

A pause. “No.” Another few seconds filled with the sounds of hangers sliding along metal racks. “Chloe is home.”

“Are you saying Beca’s less?” Stacie grinned even though they still weren’t looking at each other.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” Very snooty, very amused but then a longer pause. “But my history with Beca is more…”

“Spicy?” Stacie looked over her shoulder and saw Aubrey’s beautiful smile in profile.

“I suppose that’s one way to put it,” Aubrey agreed wryly. “But that’s not quite what I meant.”

Stacie looked around them and lowered her voice even though there was no one else near them in the shop. “You guys have been alone before.”

“Not like this, no. Not since…” Aubrey’s voice was even quieter and Stacie had to strain a little to hear it. “You and or Chloe have always been in the house or within minutes of getting home.”

“Really?” Stacie turned and rested one elbow on the rack. “I’d have sworn…” She thought for a minute, watching Aubrey’s hands as they ran down lacy fabric. Their movements were graceful but precise. Controlled.

Chloe had a convention she wanted to attend the following week and it was Stacie’s turn to go with her, leaving Aubrey and Beca at home to hold down the fort. It was something they had done many times before, but it was the first time since beginning their new shared life together.

The nerves were making a kind of sense now, Stacie mused, reaching out to run her hand down Aubrey’s back before moving past her to another rack of lingerie. She didn’t know yet what exactly was going on in her beautiful wife’s head, but since Aubrey was at least dancing around the subject, it hopefully wouldn’t be too long before she could help work through it.

Briefly she wondered if Beca was nervous before deciding that of course she was. The two women were far more alike than either of them usually admitted to. In fact, she’d almost be willing to place a large sum of money that whatever was setting off Aubrey’s nerves was at least partially in Beca’s mind as well.

“Bree?” Stacie waited until Aubrey turned and held up a random negligee. “What about this one?”

“Hmm?” She turned, eyed it narrowly from top to bottom and pursed her lips before giving a single dismissive shake of her head “No.”

As she turned away, Stacie sighed and hung it back up before moving to stand next to Aubrey and flip through the same rack, though she wasn’t paying any attention to the clothing in front of them. “Are you turning your nose up at everything in every store we’ve stopped at today because you can’t find anything you think will make a good impression on the woman who already loves you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Another precise sliding of hangers from right to left.

“You’re using your high voice, Bree.” Stacie nudged her gently with her elbow. “The denial tone doesn’t work on me anymore.” She’d used to think it was just haughty and dismissive – and okay, sometimes it was – but now she knew that it usually hid uncertainty and a need to look in control when Aubrey felt anything but. “You could wear the Bella uniform and she’d still think you’re one of the three hottest women she’s ever seen. She’d be dying to rip it off you.”

Aubrey snorted. “That last is true – mostly because of the PTSD it would cause.”

“Ooh, yeah. That’s probably true.” She waited a moment, trying to figure out the best way to help. “It’s true though. She loves you and when I asked if you wanted to pick up matching lingerie, I didn’t mean to make you think you needed to dress up.”

“No, I know.” Aubrey glanced at her from the corner of her eye. “And I know I don’t, but…” She bit her lip in a very Chloe manner that made Stacie smile. “I want to make it special.”

“The fact that you exist makes every day special, love.” She leaned over and kissed Aubrey’s cheek. “For all of us. What’s really going on?”

With a sigh, Aubrey finally turned to face her, sheepishly meeting her eyes. “I have a lot to make up for.”

“What do you mean?” Stacie’s brow furrowed.

She wondered if there was something else she was missing, having obviously not realized that the two women had never been fully alone together before. Sure, she and Chloe hadn’t yet either – a circumstance they were happily changing next weekend as well – but that was more random luck than anything. She knew how they all felt, knew them better than herself some days, and it had never occurred to her that any of them would be hesitant. Not with how much they loved and trusted each other.

Then again, she reminded herself, they were only three months into their new phase of life. A fact that she found hard to accept since it felt like they had been together for years this way. Plus, Aubrey and Beca were built a little different. More prone to listen to their darker fears even knowing they shouldn’t. Not anymore. And now that Stacie was thinking about it that way, things started falling into place.

“I wasn’t nervous with Chloe because she’s been my home for years. But with Beca…” Aubrey continued, looking down and then back up through lowered brows. “I worry she… It’s just that, the first year I was so terrible.”

“Aubrey.” Stacie very much wanted to reach out and hold her but didn’t think it was the place even if it was the damn time. “You’re both so far past that –”

“Rationally I know that!” Aubrey raised her hands in frustration but kept her voice low. “Or tell myself I do.” She signed softly, shoulders slumping. “But does she know?”

It was said so plaintively that Stacie pulled her into a hug, potential audiences be damned. “Know what, love?”

“That she’s as necessary to my continued existence as you and Chloe.” Aubrey pressed her face into Stacie’s shoulder, the words muffled but the worry coming through loud and clear.

Stacie thought about the way Beca would sometimes watch Aubrey in their quiet moments – while one or the other was working quietly on a laptop on the couch; when Aubrey was taking pictures of her garden, trying out her artistic angles while sober – her eyes so filled with peace and love… Chloe had confided to Stacie that on at least one occasion she’d had to make up some excuse and leave the room because it had moved her to tears.

“Oh… I’m very certain she knows.” Stacie kissed the side of her head. “But I’m definitely behind Project Woo Her if that’s what you want. I will never say no to looking at all these sexy outfits and picturing you in them.” She leaned down and whispered in Aubrey’s ear. “And to imagine Beca slowly removing them from you.” There was nothing more beautiful in Stacie’s mind than the image of any of them being together.

With a laugh, Aubrey stepped back, her smile genuine and more than a touch wicked. “Don’t think you’re going wind me up and lure me into the dressing room, lover.”

Relieved at the teasing, Stacie lifted her chin at the challenge. “Don’t think I’m ever going to give up trying.” She turned Aubrey around and patted her on the ass. “Now, let’s find you something that’ll make Beca’s legs weak before you even lay one silken fingertip on her skin.” Aubrey flashed a wink over her shoulder and Stacie felt some of the tension drain from her. It was likely only temporary, but she’d just do her best to draw the rest of it out or, at the least, keep Aubrey distracted for the next week.

In part she supposed that’s why she had made the suggestion that they go shopping for the non-boring sleepwear that Beca said they should bring over. Both because she wanted to reaffirm, once again, that this was all okay and she was one million percent behind this amazing new life they were making as a foursome. But also, that she expected Aubrey and Beca to enjoy any and all of their moments alone just as Aubrey was encouraging Stacie to do with Chloe. Sure, it might be a little strange to just be two bodies instead of three or four, but they all knew each other inside and out – puns absolutely intended – and she couldn’t imagine it feeling awkward for any of them.

It certainly hadn’t phased Aubrey just a few weeks earlier when she and Chloe had finally realized what had been growing between them for years.

Then again, the rest of them didn’t have the contentious history that Beca and Aubrey did, and the last thing she wanted to do was dismiss Aubrey’s worries and make her feel worse about them. Maybe she’d just have to have a talk with Chloe to see if there was matching nerves and anxiety at the Beale-Mitchell household and see what they could do to help their partners relax. She smirked to herself as she continued that thought and realized that even if she and Chlo failed, once the other two were past the first few minutes they would help each other relax just fine. Repeatedly.

After a couple more minutes of perusing, holding up various outfits up to each other and dismissing them, Stacie pulled a white bustier and panty set and held them up. It was satin and lace, zipped down the center and it was solid with none of the peek-a-boo cutouts that she normally bought. Simple and yet it called to her to try it on.

“Hey Bree? I’m going to go try this one.”

“Oh?” Aubrey turned and Stacie held it behind her back. “Seriously?” She pouted and Stacie laughed.

“You’ll see soon enough.” The pout deepened and she relented. “I won’t make you wait until we’re home – you’ll get to decide if we buy it or not.”

“Oooh, I’m in charge today?” Aubrey’s eyebrows rose in delight.

“For now.” As Aubrey laughed behind her, Stacie made her way to the fitting rooms and found most of them unoccupied. Taking the one against the left wall, she locked the door behind her and quickly stripped, knowing that Aubrey would be drifting closer as she looked for the perfect outfit.

The straps over the shoulder were adjustable and fit comfortably and when she zipped the top closed, it wasn’t constrictive. The front of the bustier came down to points that would pair perfectly with nylons and garter straps if one were so inclined.

Each room had tri-fold mirror on one wall so shoppers could get a better idea of how everything looked from all angles and after a couple minutes of turning this way and that, Stacie decided she approved. She’d also decided that Aubrey would look utterly fucking delicious in this same outfit in black and definitely with nylons. Satisfied with how it fit her, she opened the door and found Aubrey only a little way away, holding up another bustier and panty set that was all silk, lace and almost matched the color of Chloe’s eyes.

“We’re definitely going to have to get that one for her,” Stacie said softly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah?” Aubrey tilted her head as she eyed the outfit. “I think so too.” She finally turned her head and toward the dressing rooms. “I thi –” She stopped mid word, her eyes widening and her hands going slack, suddenly nerveless fingers losing their grip on the hanger and letting it fall to the ground, utterly forgotten.

It immediately brought to mind the night she’d proposed; Aubrey had reflexively dropped the rib that she’d been eating when Stacie had brought out the ring. It almost shamed her to admit it, but her ego purred under the immediate desire that lit Aubrey’s face, even as she marveled that this beautiful and complex woman was hers to love forever.

Then Aubrey was moving, a not-quite-casual swift power walk that bordered on a charge. Stacie was unprepared as her wife pushed her back into the fitting room, closing the door behind them. Stacie started laughing as Aubrey’s hands began to run over her hips and thighs; the amusement at the best reaction she had ever gotten in public from Aubrey filtering the slow building sizzle as the touches burned with serious intent.

“Bree?” The chuckles still bubbled up but they were followed quickly by the urge to moan as Aubrey’s fingertips dipped just under the edge of the panties and slid back and forth.

“Can you be quiet?” Aubrey’s lips were busy pressing kisses to her exposed upper chest and Stacie took an involuntary deep breath, lifting herself closer and it was Aubrey’s turn to chuckle against her skin.

“Me?” Stacie found herself in the unfamiliar position of having her mind short circuit and having to sprint to catch up with her normally restrained in public spouse. “You’re the loud one.”

Aubrey’s head snapped up, indignant. “I am not!” To her credit, it was whispered and not shouted like it usually was at home. The corner of her mouth twitched. “That’s Beca.” She slowly backed Stacie up until she was against the wall.

“Oh, right.” Stacie licked her lips as Aubrey’s hands resumed their wandering over her body. She flicked a look at the door and was grateful to see that even in her rush to get them in the room, Aubrey had locked it behind them. “You’re going to get us kicked out of here before we can buy these, aren’t you?”

“Not if we’re quiet.” She paused, just the slightest bit, giving Stacie the opportunity to stop things before they got too far.

As if.

“Well, I did say you’re in charge…”

With a familiar wicked glint in her eyes, Aubrey’s fingertips once again dipped under the edge of the panties but this time she pushed, her palms skimming down and taking the fabric with them until they fell to the floor. Her nails ran back up the outside of Stacie’s thighs and up her sides to trace the edge of the bustier, tickling as they barely grazed her skin. “God, you look amazing, Stacie.” She flattened her hands and ran them over Stacie’s breasts to her stomach, curving them around her ribs before retracing her steps. “You feel so good.”

It was unspoken that they would need to be quick as well as quiet. There had only been a handful of times that Stacie had been able to coax Aubrey into anything even half as risky and all of them had been at night and most with alcohol. She knew without being told that if she hadn’t come before Aubrey reached whatever timer she had going on in her head, Stacie would have to wait until they got home.

Aubrey’s fingers were on the zipper of the bustier and Stacie could tell she wanted to do it slow, teasingly, but they just didn’t have that sort of time. She pulled normally, as if this were any normal trying on of outfits, but the second Stacie’s breasts were free, her lips covered one nipple and sucked lightly.

Stacie’s head rebounded lightly off the wall as she jerked in pure reaction and she winced at the small thump, hoping it didn’t carry. She tried to say something, anything, to keep anyone from asking if she was okay, but even a simple “Oops” wouldn’t pass her lips when Aubrey’s hand slid down and cupped her center.

“I think that one looks great, Stace.” Aubrey’s voice was shockingly even for someone who’s lips brushed Stacie’s nipple as she spoke for the benefit of an audience that might not even exist. “Try the other one.” As if her middle finger wasn’t slightly stroking Stacie’s clit in all the right ways to make her whimper even though that was definitely not in today’s rules.

‘Let’s hear it for Posen control,’ she thought giddily, her legs parting to give Aubrey a little more room. But even as she really hoped Aubrey didn’t expect her to answer, she looked down and saw Aubrey’s eyebrow lift in challenge.

Goddamnit.

She licked lips suddenly gone dry and took a deep breath. “Sure, Bree.” She was rewarded by Aubrey’s mouth on her breast once more, tongue swirling to match the motions of her middle finger.

Stacie could already tell it wasn’t going to take long, the sheer fact of Aubrey – her unbelievably sexy but usually-proper-in-public wife – taking her in broad goddamned daylight, even if they were in a locked room, was enough to throw her halfway to orgasm; she could hear people talking in other rooms for fucks sake and Aubrey was still touching her and showing no signs of stopping.

With an ease brought about only by familiarity and deep trust, it didn’t take long for Aubrey to have Stacie wet and writhing against her. She swallowed the gasp as those long, skillful fingers filled her in a way guaranteed to reduce her to a trembling mess in their bed. Except she was plastered to a wall and had to lock her knees to keep herself upright as Aubrey took her in complete silence, their eyes locked together.

She would have thought it was the images of them in the mirrors that surrounded them that would have done it, but it was Aubrey’s gaze softening from wicked determination to sensual devotion – a distinction and emotion Stacie had never known before Aubrey – that pushed Stacie to the peak. She reached down with her hand and gripped Aubrey’s wrist, pulling up until Aubrey understood what she was after and thrust deep within, her palm tight to the curve of Stacie’s body; letting her set the pace and take what she needed. Her eyes closing involuntarily, Stacie rolled her hips, rising and falling, chasing her release until Aubrey leaned forward and raised ever so slightly on her tiptoes to whisper in Stacie’s ear.

“Come for me, mon Soleil.”

Her body surrendered instantaneously. She pulled harder on Aubrey’s wrist, her hips driving downward in rocking spasms as she rode Aubrey’s touch. Eventually her body slowed and she realized she had no idea how much time had gone by, though she was very aware she didn’t have enough time to sink into the blissful lassitude spreading through her muscles in the aftermath. They had to pull themselves together – or apart as the case may be – and clean up. There was also no way they were leaving without buying the garments that had been so gleefully stripped from her.

In several variations.

Leaning against the wall, she kept her eyes closed for another few moments, enjoying the languor before she had to hustle back into her clothes. Except she heard another zipper and looked around to find Aubrey digging into her purse one handed. She couldn’t help it; she started laughing as Aubrey pulled out a pack of wet wipes.

“Always prepared, aren’t you, love?” Just one of the legion of reasons she had fallen in love.

Despite the hint of rose in her cheeks, Aubrey handed over several. “Never know when they might come in handy.” In a lower aside, she half muttered, “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to go walking through the shop with you all over my hand.” A pause. “You’re definitely going to go pay and I’ll meet you in the car.”

Stacie merely smiled. “’Kay.”

It didn’t take long to clean themselves up and for Stacie to get dressed. When Aubrey left the room, power walking like a champ, Stacie took another moment to rearrange the outfit on the hanger and hopefully make it less obvious the room had been very occupied.

When she went back to the rack, she kept an unobtrusive eye on other shoppers but no one seemed to be paying any special attention to her. Deciding to stop worrying about it, she picked up the same outfit in black in Aubrey’s size, as well as a red outfit of similar design that caught her eye. It took only another moment to find the blue lingerie Aubrey had been holding and bring all four outfits up to the counter.

Finishing the transaction without the cashier giving her any sort of knowing look, she pushed her way through the door and out into the bright sun, wishing she’d brought her sunglasses with her. Lengthening her stride, she headed down the block to where they’d parked the car, anticipation singing through her veins like champagne. She couldn’t wait to get Aubrey home and in bed to return the gift she’d just been given…

And maybe later they’d invite Beca and Chloe over and see who was louder once and for all.

#aubrey posen #stacie conrad #chloe beale #beca mitchell #staubrey #bechloe #bellas squared #a shared lifetime #cyc writes #a few days #pitch perfect fanfic

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 7 months

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Send me your fav fics, like, the ones u keep rereading at all times.

I'm mostly interested in the artists/characters tagged, but if u have something mindblowing that's from another fandom, feel free to send it to me.

Here are some of my favorite fics. The ones with a (!) Include smut. (Although I'm pretty sure most of you won't care lol.)

BTS >

BTS Hogwarts AU Masterlist - @btsinned (idk if the tag works, the link should)

Every member has their own one shot, definitely worth reading if you're in love with Hogwarts like me : ).

BTS Masterlist - @imaginekpoplikethis

I have been in love with this blog since I found it. All of their work is worth reading, especially Mixing It Up ( completed series, featuring bad boy Min Yoongi falling in live with his lil detective Y/N.) And 7 Years, (completed series, featuring bad boy Jungkook falling for Y/N, the first fic I fell in love with ever.)

Crush (JK oneshot) (!) - @jungxk

Where Reader has lost her memory and Jungkook and her fall in love all over again. I've read this so often, holy shit.

Just Make Room (Jk Drabble/one shot) - @jjksblackgf

There's not much to describe, just a quick cute read, to make you feel giddy.

Anpanman (JK Oneshot) (!)- @honeymoonjin

In which you and your best friend Jungkook go to a marriage therapist,, without being married.

[ Pls send me Jin fics, I love his quirky personaily but I haven't really found stuff I'd like to reread again and again yet. ]

Stray Kids >

The Coffee Shop Series - @hanjisick

All members have their own one shot, very cute.

Miguel O'Hara -

El Trato (The Deal) - @messylustt

A short series featuring you (a weak human) in which your boss, the leader of the Spider Society, falls in love with you. (!) Only the last/second to last chapter includes smut but there's tension in most chapters.

This is just a random bit of the amount of stuff I reread ( I have a idk-how-many-pages note on my phone with even more links lol.) But like, enjoy.

And send me ur own faves : ).

OH ALSO FOR THE YANDERE/FANTASY LOVERS-

Undying Love - @minuyu

Yandere prince x fortune teller reader. Legit the best book I've read in my entire life. The link will bring you to quotev, as she did not post this story on Tumblr, but you can read it on Wattpad too. It's not completed yet, as she's rewriting it, but I trust it will be.

I don't want to spoil anything, so no description, but holy shit the way it's written is so beautiful. Definitely worth your time.

#idkeitherman #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #bts x reader #stray kids x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #stray kids #fic recs

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henryoaksbirks · 5 months

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Little DNDads Headcanons I Have

notes - listen, I've really needed to do some dndads headcanons, I haven't written on tumblr in ages on my main account and this is my current hyperfixation, so why not here??? I hope you all enjoy tee hee

~ ~ SEASON 1 ~ ~

henry oak definitely messes with his cuticles. like whether he's pushing them back or chewing on them or whatever, he's always messing with them

ron has a bunch of little train sets in the basement and no one can change my mind

carol and deryll have matching custom sports jerseys for the wilson family and they are very cute and very cheesy

scam likely only wears night gowns to bed, no objections please

glenn has really bad insomnia, but never wants to keep nick up, so he usually sits out on the balcony right outside of his bedroom and plays the acoustic guitar to the stars as if he's singing to morgan

mercedes loves braiding the twins's hair. like usually just little pieces, so they run around with one little braid, but it's really cute

paeden has one piece of clothing from every one of the dad's children

jodie has one of those workout bars above his door frame and does three pull ups every morning before making coffee

erin can't sleep without vince by her side, and by by her side, i mean she always rolls over on top of him at night

~~ SEASON 2 ~~

scary really loves hello kitty and most of her room has hello kitty merch, but when she got all gothy, she started collecting more kuromi merch

normal really likes taking long walks by himself and they usually lead him to a little lake down by a park where he feeds geese and tells them his problems. this is the only time he's really okay being comfortable enough to take off the mascot costume

lincoln definitely has a nightlight shaped like garfield because he's afraid of the dark

hermie sees rocky horror picture show live once a month and KILLS it when he dresses up. his dream is to be in a production and play magenta

taylor is actually really smart, especially weirdly in geography and could name every single country on a map

that's all i got for now :) lmk if you want more and follow me if you do tee hee

2023 | @henryoaksbirks @tonberry-yoda

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imthefemalemonster · 1 year

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Hey honey! i just read this and gosh definitely one of the hottest things i've read in the last few days🥵🥵🥵🥵 With that being said i was wondering if i could get a soft Dom! Daemon x sub fem!reader x sub! Aemond with whatever kinks you want. Just Daem being good and taking care of his subs, with some fluff and aftercare please? (bonus if the 3 have an established relationship with each other)

Hello love ♡ Thank you so much for your sweet words, I put all my insanity in it (!) Like I said I haven't written much xreader in my life but I recently become obsessed with this threesome so I'm DEFINITELY writing more, I tried something with your absolutely amazing prompt with some of my favorite kinks sooo, I hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Checkmate

Daemond x Female!Reader - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader (Threesome smut - Dom/Sub)

⸻ Summary: Battles and wars rage outside, but the one in bed with your lovers, King and Prince are more important than the rest of the world.

Tags: Established relationship, Shameless Smut, Threesome F/M/M, PWP, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Soft!Dom - Sub, Armor / Sword / Mommy / Breeding kink, Orgasm, Aftercare, She/Her reader

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: I’m now obsessed with this pairing so offering you more Daemond x Female!reader - This is soft!dom Daemon and sub!Aemond and reader, I put some of my favorite kinks in here so read at your own risks. (read tags!) Requested by anon on Tumblr, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut prompts: here & here

⸻ Words: 3874

The cold air of the morning mercilessly hit your body as you were standing inside the tent, on your knees, waiting. You were ready, just like you were asked to be once the sun would set. Your lovers had yet to arrive. The battle was raging near, everything you hoped for was seeing them come back. Often you were coming with Daemon and Aemond. Because Daemon was possessive, dominant, because it’s the way you built the relationship. He would not let his lovers, his pets, his sexual partners away for long. He craved you both near him, at all times, despite the risks. All three of you were living for the risks, it only made things better.

When Daemon would come back, you would both heal his wounds if needed, ease his pain, and most of the time please him until your bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Never would he let you get hurt, but never would he let you disobey either. It was a relationship of power and strengths, he possessed both, you were his, as was Aemond.

The relationship had started only between you and Daemon. He had once conquered your castle, then your mind, your heart, your body. A love soft and dominating. Daemon never hid how he considered your relationship, he wanted you to be a good, submissive wife, he would treat you well, love you, protect you, and you would obey, you would give away to all his desires. It satisfied you both. But as time had passed, you met with several people, some you never cared about, some who interested you. Both Daemon and you were not against another person joining, but no one ever lived up to your desires or expectations, until you met with Aemond. It has never crossed your mind before meeting him, fiercely fighting, showing off at the training ground, but who else than a younger, as arrogant and clever, as strong and brave as Daemon, could fit better? Daemon read your mind like an open book when you started to show interest in his nephew. It both surprised you, but Aemond never hid his obsession for long with you both. So it started, Aemond and you, the Rogue Prince’s lovers, little pets, Prince and Princess like he loved to call you. He was not your Prince, not the Slayer or the Rogue, he was your King.

Relief filled your heart and body when softly, Aemond entered the tent, breathless, but alive and well at first sight. You both exchanged a soft smile, no words needed, work was to be done. If he was there, Daemon wasn’t far. Aemond lost no time, he moved toward you, you were kneeling next to your King’s chair, which was facing the tent’s entrance. You stood still at the left side while Aemond was removing his armor, clothes in a sensual haste. Brushing some part of his skin, torso and arms with a fabric, he kneeled in front of you when he was done. His hair loose, eyepatch off as the dark lilac contrasted with the bright blue. He risked a move, brushing your chin with his fingers, a gentle motion to indicate, without words needed, that all was fine. The battle went smoothly, another victory, which would only mean that the man would come back eager, ready and hungry.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

The voice, guttural, but with a soft tone to it, a threat, but which felt more like an invitation. Aemond withdrew his hand, head down as he faced toward his uncle. The man fierce, standing at the tent’s entrance, the smoke and light of the day outlining his impressive armor and posture. A threat and a treat.

“My Princess”, he whispered, advancing toward the chair. When he reached your body, knees on the floor, a smirk was born on his lips, satisfied, pleased, burning with anticipation, with need. You were wearing the short silk dress he loved so much, outlining perfectly your body, breast, hips, waist. Your legs nude for his lustful eyes, collarbone and neck ready for ruination. Head tilting, you looked up to him, your name was a signal, you were authorized to look up.

Eye on the floor, Aemond breath was quiet and regular, almost inaudible. Daemon went past him, standing in front of his chair, turning back to face the tent’s entrance, both his lovers at his feet. He softly caressed your head, thumb running circles in a gentle but controlling manner, you were waiting for any orders, anything that would please him, the usual or not.

“Aemond. Look at me.”, he turned his head to his nephew, who raised his eyes immediately, “Clean Dark Sister’s hilt. Let’s play with it a little today.”, he grinned. Aemond only nodded, catching the long and heavy sword, hands shaking. It was both an honor, and mysteriously menacing too. The younger Prince did as he was told, fabric in hand, carefully cleaning his uncle’s sword. While he was working, Daemon turned his attention back to you, the vile smirk still on his lips. Wrinkling your eyes, soft smile on your face, cheeks reddened but body shivering at the cold, you looked perfect, naive, innocent, ruinable, a body to manhandle as he wished, the one he loved to desire, to hold, to take care of.

“Take my pants off, sweet Princess”, he breathed, voice low, like it danced on the wind, “I’ll keep the top, I know my sweetheart will love to rut against it while Aemond has some fun with his new toy.”

Head tilting, resting on your shoulders, you smirked. So it has begun, the game. You nod, still on your knees as you advance to carefully take him off his armor, only the bottom part, then the pants, the underwear, freeing the large and angry shaft resting inside. Heart racing, you bit your lips at the sight, how impressive he was, both in armor and with his cock out. Mouth salivating, you withdrew your hand from his crotch, waiting for more commands. Aemond had moved back next to the chair as Daemon sat on it, with enough space next for you.

“At my side Princess, mouth open and ready.”, he rasped. You stood up, like a feline, crawling at his side, both hands on his armor, painted with blood, dirt and other substances unrecognizable. Still on your knees, breast squeezed against the hard material, sensitive and hard nipples burning hot against the cold. He hummed, lips brushing yours as you clung to his armor, fingers inside the collar.

“Aemond”, he called, turning his head to his nephew, standing between his opened legs and visible member, ignoring your needy lips as you pouted, “You’ll take care of that hilt will you? Lick it till it’s clean and it shines. Maybe then you’ll deserve to choke on my cock.”

Aemond lips slightly parted away as he met your excited gaze, both you and Daemon staring down at him. He obeyed, raising his body a little to reach for the top, holding the heavy blade still while his tongue assaulted the hilt. Daemon watched as the younger Prince’s mouth moved around, saliva dripping, noises loud and wet while sucking the top on his mouth. A hand behind your back, holding you close, your breast was languidly rubbing against the hard armor. You sensed his fingernails digging in the frail fabric against your skin, a signal you understood immediately as you leaned in, lips closing around his left earlobe, teeth nibbling at the rough skin.

“You look so good beneath me, little Prince.” Daemon raised his hand, a message for Aemond to stop, “Good boy. Never been cleaner.”, he laughed darkly, “Now get over here, suck my cock and give us a good show.”

Aemond happily obliged, moving closer, a hand resting on his thigh as the other reached for the hardened base, gripping the cock in full hand. Your lips left Daemon’s earlobe, focusing on his cheek, Aemond in your peripheral vision, shyly licking the top, tongue circling around, playing with the precum dripping at the head. The sight had you shaking, thighs squeezing as your core burned, absolutely wet when Aemond lowered his head, bobbing on the large cock, moaning when it reached deep inside his throat.

“Is this making you wet?”, rasped Daemon against your cheek, skin shivering at the words. You whined when his hand left your back to travel to your waist, then the inside of your thighs, Aemond gagging noises, fast pace having you desperate, cunt aching, begging for any touch. You weren’t wearing anything under the silk dress, as Daemon commanded. His fingers painfully scratched the skin, reaching for your slit, a grin on his face as he savored having you waiting, unable to beg or ask for friction. You will wait, endure as he pleases.

Aemond moaned loudly, his uncle’s body tensing, as he gagged, taking his dick faster and deeper, stroking the cock as its base, pushing it inside mercilessly. A hand in Aemond’s loosened hair, Daemon finally let his fingers slide needily against your burning core, your wetness as lube. He pressed two fingers against your lips, parting them as his thumb aggressively assaulted your clit, drawing whines and sobs out of you as your hips rubbed against his harsh digits.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You moaned, no words allowed yet, head nodding, erratic, hot, burning. No thoughts, only Daemon fingers teasing your insides.

“Speak.”

Swallowing back saliva, some drops dripping on your chin, you stared into his dark lilac eyes.

“Y-yes.” He raised an eyebrow, waiting. It was hard to focus, Aemond moans and wet pop in your ears as Daemon’s cock left his mouth, face red and lips swollen, “I nee-need you - your fingers.”

“Where?”

“In-inside me.”, you whined.

He grinned. ‘Good girl’. Finally he entered, two fingers at once, no mercy, only chasing his own pleasure as he watched your face, your body and cunt melting around him. Hips rutting, meeting the harsh trust of his digits, lips collapsing together as he grabbed your chin, eating your mouth as everything he ever owned depended on it. Nipples scratching against the fabric and his armor, Aemond observed your blissful figure, from your legs shaking, hands lost on Daemon’s hair, loosening them, the shape of your breast showing through the clothes. He waited, cock hardened, painful against his own pants, drunk into the sinful sight of his King and Princess.

You screamed when Daemon split his finger inside, scissoring you open, his wrists’ motions rough against you clenching walls. You were close, so close he could feel it too, and as he knew, he paced faster and faster, nails scratching inside. You felt like your hole would eat him whole and never let him leave, your core taking the shape of his digits forever. Stomach aching, your body ablaze, vision fading to black as you came on his fingers.

“Fuck”, moaned Daemon, the both of you breathing heavily, “All that only from my fingers Princess?”, he smirked, “What will it be when you sink on my cock?”

You smiled, overwhelmed but satisfied, thinking you could ride him instantly despite the orgasm, mind hazy with lust only. Daemon turned his attention to his nephew, his knees as painful as his cock, still watching you, stroking him the best he could through the fabric.

“Open”, ordered Daemon, pressing his fingers full of your juices against Aemond eager lips. He opened, taking his tongue out, circling it around the older man’s digits, drinking it like a nectar offered by the gods themselves. Daemon grabbed your neck with his other hand, squeezing it slightly. “Dress off, and get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You obliged as he let you go, walking the best you could the few centimeters separating you from the bed, crawling onto the mattress and drowning into the soft sheets, legs spread, back against the cushions. Daemon abruptly stood up, you could see in him the patience growing thin, his cock sucked but still too neglected for him, he needed a release inside one of you, possibly both if the man could do it. Aemond watched him as he undressed, the rest of the armor and the clothes hitting the floor in grand nonchalance. He moved toward the bed, hand signaling Aemond to follow him.

“Take your pants off”, he rasped toward his nephew, “You are riding me first, be good and I shall let you cum.”

Aemond nodded, licking his lips, exchanging a quick excited glance with you as you took out your tongue in a childish gesture, a silent but arrogant laugh on his face. Daemon approached you, caressing your cheeks, fingernails scratching the skin in a possessive manner.

“You’ll mount that vigorous cock too, pretty Princess. But now your King desires that sweet whorish-breast around his lips.”, he paused, “So be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your submission aroused him you knew, so slightly parting away your lips, humming, legs spread, elbow bend, hands withdrawn around your face, you waited for him to take you, possess you whole. He sat on the bed, mattress shifting under his weight as he rested his back between your legs, head on your breasts. Aemond followed, swift and silent as usual, shaft hard and leaking, hiding his arousal at the idea of finally riding his uncle behind his perfectly played submission to his elder. The younger Prince climbed on top of Daemon, the older man losing no time as he grabbed his thin waist and hungrily sank him down on his cock, hole dry and unprepared.

“U-uncle!”, the yell only annoyed Daemon who dug his fingers deeper into Aemond’s waist, bruising the skin. You sensed his body shift as he pushed you deeper into the cushion, you stood on your elbows trying not to get crushed under his weight, his back broad against your sensitive breast.

“Did I tell you to talk?”

The Prince shook his head, breath heavy, head inside him, scratching painfully at the entrance.

“That’s how you call me?”, questioned Daemon, voice low, filled with a mix of lust and menace, “Is that how I told you to call me?”

“N-no.”, stuttered Aemond.

“Behave.” Daemon’s jaw clenched.

Aemond placed both hands on Daemon belly, his whole body tensing, cock filling him up to the brim. He was used to this cock, his whole adapting fast, but the burning sensation was surprising at first, explaining the sudden yell. But he was good, always, so he took it. Lowering himself completely he moaned loudly, immediately

“Louder”, ordered Daemon, “Louder boy, you can be louder can’t you?”

Aemond nodded, raising his legs, a sinful gesture before sinking back down again, mouth open, tongue out, fucking himself open on his uncle large cock. Each thrust felt like it reached deeper, it opened him larger and larger, walls clenching around Daemon as the older man grunted at the sensation.

“Tight”, he grunted, “Still so tight after taking so much dick up his ass.” Daemon’s comments only made Aemond’s pace faster, more desperate, erratic, his own cock leaking, bouncing against his belly as he worked himself on top of Daemon. Letting his nephew fuck himself on him, Daemon turned his head to you, your burning core against his back, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples as you watched Aemond moans and ride his uncle’s cock. Your body shivered as you felt a hot, wet sensation, observing as Daemon had slightly moved to your right side, head resting under your breast, pressing kisses and biting the soft skin. Right hand firm on Aemond waist, his left hand moved to grope your left breast, vigorously massaging it, palm full of it as it rubbed against the sensitive bud. His mouth found your right nipples as your arm held his head close in a nurturing gesture, fingers smoothing his hair. His lips closed around the pink bud, sucking it noisily in his mouth as he bited it repetitively. He broke contact, catching his breath as he eagerly licked long stripes.

“When you’ll be full of me”, he mewled against you, words going through you, his breath penetrating deep, “I’ll feed off you little Princess. I’ll be hungrier than you for my cock and mouth around and in that sweet pussy.”

The idea had you moaning, accompanied by his harsh tongue assaulting the bud. Full of him, swelling with his child. It wasn’t a desire, it was a need. Both for your future child that you couldn’t wait to hold and love, but for him too. What he had loved first with you was your motherly gestures, your mother-like personality, your maternal embrace. You didn’t know much about his, but the instant you got intimate, you knew he needed control as much as reassurance in the arms of the women he loved. You never refused him, if he wanted to be cradled in your arm, you would oblige. It made you feel whole, happy, content. The sexual appeal to it only made it better.

You were taken out of your thoughts as you felt Daemon shift, leaving your breast wet and sweaty, cunt still dripping wet and needy. He must have felt it considering the way he stood up. Aemond had not stopped thrusting but had gotten slower and slower, approaching release, but his uncle had other plans in mind.

“No cumming for you yet. Get off my cock.”, grinned the older man. Aemond obeyed, not without letting a sob out when he felt empty, cock hurting and burning as he grabbed it, knowing he couldn��t stroke himself but trying to hold on to it and focus. “Remember your place.”, breathed Daemon, a finger going from Aemond’s base to the top, digit pushing against it playing with the precum as his nephew cried out, silently begging.

“You turn, Princess”

You moved aside, letting him move back into the cushion. You were surprised when he didn’t let his back fall on them, instead he stood still, legs spread and slightly bent, steadying himself on one hand.

“Turn me on love.”, he breathed, the other hand stroking his cock gently, slow but harsh motions, breath heavy as he wouldn’t hold long his release.

Moving above him, wet and shaky, he let go of his cock to grab your waist, not pushing you on his length, waiting for you to guide his cock inside, your soft fingers on his burning member ripping a dark guttural groan of him. He wouldn’t hold a few thrust before coming.

“Come here my slutty Prince”, he voiced toward Aemond, the boy lost in his thoughts, hand still at his hardened base. He moved Daemon’s right side, on his knees, still gripping himself so hard he thought he could sever his own cock.

“Kiss.”, the Rogue Prince ordered. You hesitated no second as your lips crushed against Aemond’s, mouths and tongues meeting in each other, loudly, desperately fucking each others lips.

“Come pretty boy, all over us.”, commanded Daemon as his nephew was painfully stroking his member.

The motions of your lips, the noises and deep kisses, tongues massaging one another were enough for Aemond as he aggressively fisted his cock between his two lovers, yelling incoherently as he came, hips jerking forward, breaths erratic.

“Good boy.”, grunted Daemon, his hands now on your waist, pushing you down on him, hips meeting yours at an harsh, irregular pace as your legs and breast were bouncing in a synchronized and mesmerizing rhythm in the full view of the two hungry men. You wanted to scream, yell as you moved up and down Daemon’s shaft, his cock, veins, every details scratching open your inside, walls clenched so tight it overwhelmed you in pleasure, eyes closed, only focused on your pace. With each thrust now, accompanied by Daemon’s animalistic grunts, you could feel him hitting spots deeper and deeper within you, his motions feeling like he wanted his seed so deep it would reach your stomach, even your throat, your whole and entire body if he forced hard enough.

“Fuck, fuck!”, shouted Daemon, grabbing Aemond’s hand which rested on his own knee, fingers meeting, like he needed his support, like he wanted him to join. You three were connected as he spilled inside, as waves crashed through you, like ships on the uncompromising, violent sea. “Take it all pretty. All my seed. Want you to swell with our child soon. Want to breed you so good you’ll ask again and again.” You wrapped his cock, milking him to the last drop, making sure none would go to waste as you rested on his legs, needing both the men’s physical support not to simply faint on the bed, overwhelmed by the orgasm.

A few minutes passed. Breaths steady, Daemon motioned toward you with his head, a silent message for Aemond to hold you until you could move on your own. The younger Prince moved his hand around your waist, laying you down on the bed above the sheets, resting at your side, slightly above you as he caressed your head. Daemon had stood up, moving inside the tent away from the bed.

“It didn’t hurt love?”, he questioned, looking toward Aemond.

“It w-was just…surprising”, smirked Aemond, shrugging his shoulders.

Daemon laughed, reaching for the table, wetting a cloth.

“I know you can take it”, said Daemon, raising his eyebrow, it was not a question but a fact, “I know you love it too.”

Coming down from your high, eyes partly opened, you smirked looking at Aemond as he smiled back. There was always complicity between the two of you, maybe the link between, two dominated who knew each other all too well.

“Both of you want to make me mad don’t you, little slutty things?”, husked Daemon, hand gesturing toward the both of you, “I wonder who plays with who sometimes.”

“Hm. A little menace… disobedience makes you fuck even better”, whispered Aemond, hand brushing yours in a loving gesture.

“It’s the flame in your eyes”, you murmured, fingers intertwined as Daemon approached again, the wet cloth in hand, “A little threat makes us a bit more aroused, even more submissive.”

“I can see that”, commented Daemon, delicately washing your core off the sweat and wetness, “But I mustn't go too far.”

You shivered at the friction, Daemon’s touches leaving you to help clean Aemond, the men exchanging a quick kiss and caresses. You bit your lips, he wouldn’t hurt you, ever. He liked control, he liked the submissive bond you both had with him, your motherly breast and touch, Aemond’s likeness to a younger him he loved to dominate, to conquer.

Done with you both, Daemon joined you in bed, his broad body next to Aemond’s who rested his head against his shoulder and scars, eye closed, already meeting with sweet dreams. Nobody said anything anymore, it was time for silent love, unsaid words and delicate touches, you climbed on top of Daemon as he brushed the back of your neck, legs resting between his, head facing Aemond’s. You closed your eyes, full of your King, soon his child you hoped, soothed by the noises of the wind dancing outside and the breaths of your lovers.

#daemond x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #fics #smut #**mine #♡♡♡♡♡♡#almost 4k words of pure shameless smut!#i'm very normal about these men #thank you ♡#anon #ask

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Answering an Ask

In an unusual way, because my darn tumblr be broken and didn't show the ask in my inbox! Fortunatly, @edutainer2022 PMed me to make sure I got it! ^^

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Hi! Just in case the asks act out, some ask game points for you:

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

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🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Platonic and/or familial! While I can and will write romance, there's always a heavy focus on the friendship of the characters, more than the romantic ^^

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🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

Well, I don't actually write Smut at all (closest I'll come is Lime, and usually I'll only write Orange. I've never actually written even a Lemon, let alone anything more hard core than that), and the closest I get to Crack is 'here is a silly thing that canonically could happen' rather than true crack.

Sooooo....

Drama (angst, fluff, serious, comedy, and bunch of other stuff rather than a heavy focus in just one type.) FAR and away my favorite.

Angst & Whump (as old fanwoman is old and I go by the definition that ANGST is mental/emotional 'harm' that may have a physical element or trigger, but is all about the emotions and mind. Meanwhile Whump is physical 'harm' that may have an emotional/mental element or trigger, but is all about the physical). I generally prefer it to be an ELEMENT of a story, and I strongly prefer hurt/comfort, but I do have some instances fics / ficbits that are (mostly) solid angst and I'm more likely to have Angst scenes / elements in my works than Fluff

Fluff: tends to be only sparingly and mixed in admist other things, and even my 'pure' fluff pieces like A Cure for Boredom were cahracter and fan-lore explorations alongside the fluff. Mostly because pure fluff BORES ME ^^;;

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🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

Ellipses, probably XD I actually try to alter my writing style to a degree depending on who the viewpoint character is, but I am ANYTHING but brief (even though I know brief / less is more is the 'in' thing now). So I tend to have lots of details and asides and descriptions and trend much more towards being VERY wordy

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Oh yeah, many things XD There's always at least ONE 'fix it' in every fic I write. Sometimes small, sometimes BIG... I try to give my reasoning for any / all changes, I do my best to respect that other people may have totally different takes than me. But yeah, there's always fix-its in my fics for things that bug me or that I flat out hate

Heck, in an example that I'm currently writing (well, re-writing as back in the Naughts this darn thing was COMPLETE and now I'm re-writing it from memory XD ). In As the Wyrm Turns and my fanfic Universe in general....

I moved Marineville. I've always HATED that it's canon location for a REALLY LONG LIST OF REASONS THAT ARE VERY VALID DARN IT, so I moved it to Maine (Isle Au Haut specifically). On top of solving most of my list o' issues, it also meant that I could have the Aquaphibians living in or near 'Atlantis' ^^

#ask game #(technically)#edutainer2022

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What do you think Jon and Damian would pick for their college majors? Who’s more stressed out at the end of the semester?

thank you for this question, anon, because i have strong opinions on this!! strong to the point that in all of the college au's that i've written (or am writing 👀) damian and jon's majors are always the same, even if it's not mentioned and it just lives rent free in my head

damian is an animal science major with a pre-vet concentration. does it make more sense canonically that damian would probably work for and/or take over wayne enterprises and should therefore be majoring in business? yes. but he will forever be an animal science major (and eventually a veterinarian) in my head. "oh, but nightwingbb, he never shows any interest in being a vet, he just likes animals!" and to that i say one of my best friends from college hated science but loved animals, so she majored in animal science and now she loves her job as a vet tech so HA

jon is an education major. i know that in and out of canon, he's usually written as a journalism major, but i didn't want to make him a copy/paste of clark. plus, i was a journalism major in college, and i honestly couldn't see jon enjoying the major. since news is all digitized now, half of the required major courses aren't even on journalism anymore. i learned video editing, social media management, photoshop, basic web coding, etc. and i just couldn't imagine jon getting as into that as i am. after deciding he would Not be a journalism major, i actually struggled with what jon's major would be for a while when i first started writing navigating life back in 2020. i even posed the question here on tumblr asking for ideas because i was simply at a loss. then @liameowlia pointed out that jon is good with people, has a strong will to help, and radiates empathy and suggested i go from there. that, plus a fanfiction that i cannot remember ANYTHING about aside from the fact that it depicted jon as a teacher (literally don't even remember what the story was), led me to education major jon <3

apologies for the rant, anon, i know you probably didn't want a whole dissertation on WHY i chose these majors for the boys, but to answer your next question:

jon is definitely waaayy more stressed than damian come end of semester finals seasons. damian is haughty and overly confident and probably feels like if he studies for even just a few minutes, there's literally no way in hell that he won't pass his finals. not to mention that he's a classic rich kid who doesn't have that "if i have to retake this class, it'll cost me $3,000" stress hanging over his head lol

#damijon #jondami #this was a fun one to answer!#college damijon my beloveds

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The extent of my knowledge of Jewish anything is almost entirely from Tumblr blogs I follow (a mix of Jewish blogs and random ass reblogs). I've no open and out Jewish people at work or in my town, nor a synagogue or Jewish center close to me (according to Google maps and my own local knowledge). When people talk about Zionism, the average non Jewish person seems to be using it in a shithead racist way, as a stand in for the word Jew, or specifically Jews who live in Isreal or those that intend to move there at some point.

The few times I've seen it in a more academic environment, it feels like a politically ideology, but also sometimes a subset of a Jewish religious identity. I'm not expecting a definitive, always right definition; but when Jewish people talk about Zionism, is it more along the lines of a political identifier or what?

Oof.

You know, that’s a hard one. I’m going to start by directing you toward the core definition of Zionism here, just to be sure we’re on the same page.

And then I’m going to say I think it’s kind of…several things? It’s political because the existence of a state is political. It’s religious because Jerusalem is built around our spiritual center, the remains of the Temple, and that has been true for 3500 years. Our connection to the Temple Mount was ancient before the first stone of al-Aqsa was laid on it. Indeed, it’s even in the psalms, first written in the 500s BCE when we were in the middle of the Babylonian exile—“if I should forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither, and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.” To put that into some kind of perspective chronologically, the Bronze Age began circa 3300BCE, and brought with it some of the first writing systems. The first written mentions of “this is our beloved homeland where we worship our G-d”—which, keep in mind, are only the first WRITTEN mentions, and it’s pretty well accepted that Torah and parts of Tanakh were actually oral long before they were written down—those first written mentions are equidistant between the invention of writing and the invention of the iPhone.

Given what I ended that last paragraph with, I think it’s probably easy for you to see how this is also deeply personal for a lot of Jews. I converted, but I was converting back in after my family assimilated only about 100 years ago. That sounds like a hell of a long time if you’re American, but compare it to 4000 years of Jewish history, and it’s a drop in the bucket. People who lived lives I can only imagine have laid hands on the Western Wall, and they might have had my cheekbones. Go back far enough and someone may once have had a conversation asking their neighbor how the hell they could grow silphium in a part of the world it doesn’t even grow but not keep a basic olive tree alive, and that person’s conversation is echoed today in me saying “tomatoes are easy, it’s mint I keep killing.” My footsteps with their very distinctive crooked toes have already crossed a land I’ve never set foot in. There’s something in that fact that goes well beyond political or religious and into feelings I’m not sure there’s a name for.

I’m not sure it can be summed up as simply as “is it political or what.” Which isn’t to say it’s an unfair question—it’s a totally fair question, especially if this is a topic you’re new to. I just think it may be a question so big that there’s no way to give a satisfactory answer.

#you ask nina answers #Nina blogs Judaism

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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 5 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know if you want more. Also, I haven't written in this verse in literally years so I hope it feels cohesive. Let me know! I have one more chapter planned but not written yet so it may take a lil while. If you guys want more than that you have to let me know. Also, I have a Joel miller x reader in the works requested to me on tumblr. We have made it to 15 followers on tumblr lmao come join in the squad! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut do not interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, oral sex, multiple orgasms, cumming untouched, facials, attempted orgasm denial

Summary: Negan expresses doubts and things look grim for a while until they don't.

When I wake up the next morning, Negan is gone from the bed. I figure he's probably busy running an empire, so it makes sense, but part of me is still a little sad I'm alone. I have imagined waking up in his arms so many times it feels a little disappointing to be on my own.

So I put on my clothes then enter into the living room area and there’s Negan eating breakfast and reviewing some maps at the dining table. He’s wearing these black reading glasses that make him look very sexy in my opinion.

He looks at me, lowering his glasses on the bridge of his nose, then back to his maps. He doesn't greet me.

That’s strange.

“Hey,” I say. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“What?” he asks breaking into a smirk, but his expression is distant. “Mad at ya? What makes you think that?”

Maybe I'm just overthinking things, but something in his vibe is definitely different. He's looking at me guiltily like he's my teacher about to tell me I'm failing tenth-grade English or something. Not like a guy who wants to fuck me.

“Nothing,” I mumble, forcing the thought away. “So what are we doing today?”

“I was thinking,” he begins, avoiding my eyes. “I think it’s time to get you back to Alexandria.”

“ What?” I spit, feeling like I've just been socked in the chest. I don’t believe this. “After everything I told you about Rick you think that's a good idea?”

“What? No, not like that,” he replies dismissively. “I’d beat the shit out of him first to get him to leave you alone and all and I’d always be there to reinforce the idea, but then I think you should get home to your family after.”

“Did I miss something?” I ask, thinking he’s kidding. “I thought it was cool to stay here for a while…”

I try to sit down in his lap, but he frowns and pushes me away lightly.

What the fuck?!

“Shit, do you not like me anymore?” I ask incredulously, so deeply hurt by his rejection I don’t even tear up. “I mean, are you embarrassed by me or something?”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m not one to beat around the bush: I'm ending things between us,” he says softly, avoiding my eyes. “It’s for your own goddamn good too, believe me.” He narrows his own eyes when he sees the disbelieving look on my face. “I mean we’re mortal fucking enemies for Christ sake!”

“That can’t be the reason!” I nearly shout, absolutely flabbergasted at this turn of events. “You didn’t care about that yesterday!” I shoot back, still not fully believing him. “This is bullshit. I know you like me.”

“Do you?” he asks in amusement, but perhaps also cruelly. “Yesterday you thought there was a distinct chance I was a goddamn evil supervillain who was manipulating the shit out of you to get to your dear old dad. Maybe that’s all this was.”

I swallow, studying his face. Is he telling the truth? He can’t be, can he? I know what we’ve been feeling is real, right? I’ve never liked someone as much as I’ve liked him. But then something clenches in my stomach.

“Is that why you won’t all-out fuck me?” I ask, dejectedly, my heart now in my throat. “Or let me see your dick? ‘Cause you never really liked me?”

That would make sense. Maybe he really did play me. I’m crying now too, my lip trembling. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. That’s just fan-fucking-tastic. But it would explain why he’s been so slow to have sex.

“Hey, don’t fucking cry!” Negan exclaims, panic and guilt covering his features. And then his light eyes turn into an even worse expression: pity. “We’ve only had a thing for like a couple of days! You can’t like me that much. What about your merry band of Alexandria men? The ones who wanna fuck you and all. How about them? What do you have to cry for?”

“Fuck you,” I say, rubbing the tears from my eyes. “I made them up. There are no guys back at Alexandria who want to fuck me. I made them up to make you jealous. Because I like you, okay? You make me feel so safe and special. I don’t believe you could fake how nice you’ve been to me. But tell me right now it was all fake and I’ll b-believe you I guess. I’ll leave you the fuck alone. I respect boundaries…”

I am straight-up ugly crying right now like a little kid and I wipe my nose on my sleeve, sniveling. Be more pathetic! I think to myself. But that asshole really did hurt my feelings.

“Maybe I happen to believe you’d be better off without me,” Negan begins slowly in his deep, gravelly voice, not really meeting my eyes. “Maybe I believe I’ll hurt someone as genuine as you.” He looks up at me. “I’m an asshole, Y/N, what can I say? I have five wives. And you’re just this kid with a shining light in her. I’d kill anyone who lays a finger on you and I’d never fucking live with myself if I hurt you or put that light out.”

Oh. So that’s what this is about. He’s scared of hurting me. I’m flattered, but he really is a fucking idiot!

“So then don’t hurt me,” I tell him. “It’s that simple. I mean, you asshole, breaking up with me — whatever this is — hurts so fucking bad. Don’t do it. And choose not to hurt me in the future. And then keep making that choice. You’re a smart and capable man. I think you can treat me right if you try. And what am I? Some of grandma’s fine fucking China? I can take a little heartache if need be. I’m not a pussy and you said it. And here’s the last thing I’ll say about this: you’re catching feelings for me. I know it. I see it in your eyes.”

He blinks at me funny and I know I’m right.

“Need to get your eyes checked then,” he mocks stubbornly.

“Fuck you, don’t push me away because you’re afraid,” I tell him.

“Fine,” he relents with a sigh. “Let’s just say, you may have a smart little brain in that hot fucking head of yours,” he admits, uncrossing his arms. “Maybe I am falling a little too fast. And maybe it fucking terrifies me.”

Aw, that’s actually really sweet! I knew the feelings I’m feeling weren’t one-sided. I wonder just how deep he’s fallen because I know I am head over heels. He just had to be a dick about it though…

“I haven’t felt this way since…” he trails off.

“Since Lucille?” I finish for him.

“Fuck. How’d you know, kid? It’s like you can read my goddamn mind. But yeah, since Lucille. She was a real spitfire, same as you. Only you’re a bit softer and sweeter. She would have liked you…” he trails off again, looking distantly into the past and over his bat which is lying on the chair next to him.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Negan,” I tell him honestly. “I bet I would have liked her too.”

He reaches out a big hand and ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away, grinning stupidly.

“So now that we’ve got that angsty shit out of the way, you won’t try to send me home now, right?” I ask. “And you’ll kiss and touch me again ‘till I can’t breathe?”

He looks like he’s trying to resist, but pats his lap and I sit in it, my heart beating quickly.

“Maybe just maybe you’ve convinced me to let this shenanigan continue,” he breathes into my ear and I shiver.

“Apologize for scaring me,” I command, grinding down on his lap.

He grunts in surprise and starts to get a little hard.

“I’m not big on apologies,” he tells me cockily. “Plus maybe you scare me a little.”

“In a good way?” I ask, grinding down on him again.

“In what I now think is a very good way. And maybe I’ll make it up to you right now for failing to see it from the start.”

He reaches his hand down my pants and starts rubbing my clit and I let out a whine.

“You know what would really hit the spot?” I ask as he works me, trying not to sound so absolutely wrecked by him. “And would prove your undying devotion to me?”

“What’s that?” he asks cockily, sticking a rough finger deep inside me and I moan. His finger is so big and fills me up so much compared to one of mine.

“If I could see your cock?” I whimper as he begins to finger me at an earth-shattering pace, in and out.

He grins.

“How do you ask, baby?”

“Please, Daddy can I see your cock?” I ask nicely.

He reaches his other hand down and undoes the button on his khakis and pulls out a very hard-looking dick. I may not have seen too many dicks in my day, but I do know a nice one when I see it. It is long and girthy and the reddish head is nearly purple. Goddamn. My mouth waters.

“Can I touch it?” I whine eagerly, now soaking wet.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he chuckles. “But not until you cum.”

“Well then get to work!” I challenge, grinding into his fingers, dripping down into his lap.

“With pleasure,” he chuckles. “Ride my fingers, baby.”

He rubs my clit some more with his thumb and then curls his finger deep inside me. I practically seize.

“Jesus,” he laughs, his eyes lighting up. “All this for just one finger?”

“And your dick,” I remind him, moaning. “How about another finger?”

“So greedy," he chuckles in approval. "But anything for you, baby girl.”

He does as he’s told and I feel so good and turned on I’m going to cum soon.

“Now, tell me what you like about old Negan Jr,” he commands, licking the shell of my ear, stroking his cock. “Since you were so goddamn eager to see him.”

“Do you mean your dick?” I snicker incredulously.

“At least I don’t call it my goddamned ‘meat wand’ or my ‘quivering’ fucking ‘manhood’ like I bet you read in some of those romance novels I saw in your bedroom. That could be arranged.”

“Shut up!” I snort, wanting to ask him how he knows so much about romance novels. “Keep fingering me, asshole,” I say because he’s stopped. He starts up again, hitting just the right spot. I let out a low moan. “But I’ll bite. Your cock is so hot and big, Daddy. I don’t know if it will fit in me.”

“You are very tight, princess,” he agrees, adding a third finger, pushing in and out of me so fast I see stars.

“And it looks like it will stretch me so well,” I whimper. “Can’t wait to suck it.”

Negan groans.

“Can I touch it now, please?” I whine, dangerously close to the edge.

“Not until you cum on Daddy’s hand. Go on, baby girl,” he tells me fondly.

He fingers me so hard and so fast I lean back into him and cum with a small sob, and he doesn’t stop until I am an oversensitive, spasming mess.

“N-negan!” I moan desperately, only a puddle of a human being at this point.

But even then he doesn’t stop, grinning a wicked grin, and I am riding over the edge again and I cum twice around his fingers as he hits that perfect spot inside of me, letting out a little scream.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Negan grins in my ear as my body stops its spasming. “That was so hot.”

“That’s the first time I’ve cum from you,” I remark, panting. “But not the first time I’ve cum because of you. That felt so good, Negan. Way better than when I touch myself. Can I touch you now?”

“Anything for my dirty girl. Go on,” he teases as I look into his dancing hazel-brown eyes.

I reach down between my legs and stroke his throbbing cock and the soft flesh is hard as diamond.

He groans deeply, smiling at me stupidly.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for that,” he tells me. “Wanted it to be just right for you.”

“Me too,” I agree. “But it always would have been just right. Don’t you know?”

I spit into my hand and start working his cock and Negan moans appreciatively into my ear and my heart pounds deliciously.

“Feels so good, angel,” he whines in my ear. Precum is leaking down my fingers. The shaft and fat head are so swollen. I love when he calls me that.

“Can I put you in my mouth, Daddy?” I ask, reaching down to touch myself, even though I am so spent. Heat still surges between my legs.

“Are you sure, baby? Don’t wanna make you lift a finger,” he tells me seriously. “This is allegedly my apology to you.”

“Who said this was for your benefit?” I ask. “Plus maybe I like spoiling you too.”

“Well, aren’t you a goddamn sweetheart. If you insist…Fuck!” He groans as I get between his knees and bring the warm head to my mouth. “Shit, Y/N, I’m not gonna last if you keep sucking me like that. Taking me so well…”

I am so wet between my legs. He tastes so good and those hot little moans and groans he makes against me are driving me insane. I take as much of his length as I can fit in my mouth which is about three-quarters. The rest I jerk with my hands.

“I’m close, baby,” Negan grunts. “God, just looking at you. Can’t remember the last time I was this fast to cumming. But watching you cum from my fingers alone, twice no less. That just tickles my fucking balls! Literally. Fuck!” he grunts.

And just as he’s about to cum, I think, I pull off of him completely and squeeze his cock.

“Y/N?” he asks desperately, staring down at me, thrusting his cock into midair. “What the flying fuck—“

“Think you get to act like you’re leaving me and then cum? Dream on.” I announce, playing him at his own game, getting back at him from before. I let go of his cock.

Negan starts to laugh, but then his face contorts into a look of utter reverence and he cums anyway, untouched, squirting cum all over my face. That asshole!

Looks like I fucked up the timing or maybe he’s just that in control of his body...Goddamn.

“Oh my god!” Negan laughs through panting, when he calms down a little, his mouth wide open. He looks awed, almost starstruck. “That wasn’t on purpose, I swear! You’re just that hot I couldn’t fucking help it I guess!”

He throws his head back, snickering with laughter as I wipe cum out of my eye.

“You’re so fucking adorable I can’t get enough of you. Literally. First, you give me an amazing blowjob, and then you think you can play my game? But you just weren’t fast enough, baby. I love it! I told you no one will ever be as bad as me. Oh, come on, lighten up.”

“Maybe I’m smiling under all this jizz…” I say. “You wouldn’t know though. Now, help clean me off, you complete motherfucker.”

His eyes soften down at me and he takes off his undershirt to clean me up. He pulls me up into his lap, against his bare hairy chest.

“You’re a sweetheart. Truly.” He tells me. I lean against him so tightly I can hear his heart beating, not wanting to ever let go. “That’s part of why you scare me so much. I’m sorry I was a dick, alright? That shit about sending you home was dumb of me to even suggest when I care about you as much as I do. I think I just don’t know how to deal with how I feel about you, Y/N. It’s new for me.”

“You’re also just a dick,” I point out. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Haven’t cum like that in ages,” he tells me seriously, his voice vibrating through his body against my ear. “Just from looking at someone like that. You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you thought you could play me! But God, you looked so pretty with my cum on your face,” he muses. “That image is going in the spank bank for sure. Even if you ditch me for my dick behavior. It’s gonna be in the motherfucking spank bank hall of fame.”

“You’re so gross,” I inform him. “And a dick and a jerk and an asshole, but somehow I still like you. So I guess I’ll take you back.”

“Who said you ever let me go? I’ve got you fuckin’ wrapped, baby.”

He leans down to kiss me long and hard and I positively melt into his mouth and I know he’s right.

“Negan!” Simon suddenly calls from another room. I look up and sit up straighter and so does Negan. “Bossman, we have a goddamn visitor. You’ll never guess who it is…”

A/n: Can you guess who it is???? Feedback please or just leave a like or reblog if you enjoyed!!!!!! Chapter 6 will be coming soon but I have to finish writing it and know that people actually want me to post it.

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