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hannieehaee · 2 months

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luna, my beloved,

can i get a very down bad (and also very horny) woozi, please?? he just gives me the vibes of a very obsessed boyfie when he's truly in love.

also, i love your works so much!!!! ♡♡♡

18+ / mdi

content: simp!jihoon, established relationship, afab reader, smut, dry humping, very fluffy, jihoon is insanely in love with reader its disgusting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, etc.

wc: 2157

a/n: thank u so much!! <3 i rewrote this four times bc way too many scenarios of woozi being down bad plagued my brain (still do), so i hope u enjoy what i came up with <3

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even after months, jihoon was unable to understand this weird feeling in his chest. one that he only ever got when he was around you (and on occasion whenever he thought about you). it was some sort of inexplicable heaviness. the beating of his heart would speed up and it would feel as if time slowed down. every touch and every breath felt like a sensible decision, and his thoughts would turn into static.

sometimes it was just in the background. sometimes he'd hold your hand or listen to you rant about your day and still be able to act as a functioning human. but there were times in which it simply overtook him.

he had had relationships before; both physical and not, but he had never experienced this feeling before. jihoon was unsure whether or not he liked it. it made him feel weak, but also made him feel more.

there were instances in which this feeling would be accompanied by lust. one accidental peak of a sliver of skin of your thigh and his lips would go completely dry. one grace of your hand a little too close to a sensitive part of his body and his knees would buckle. he was unsure if you knew about how easily it was for you to get him ready to plea for even one touch, but the truth was that it didnt matter. there was no space in his empty head to think about it in those moments.

truth was, jihoon was insanely enamored by you. some (soonyoung) would call him 'down bad' for you, but jihoon liked his term better. being enamored entailed that jihoon adored everything about you, with the pleasure you gave him included among those things. though there were times in which his lust simply grew so big that jihoon could admit to simply being down bad horrendously for you.

currently, that feeling in his chest was ever so present, and he knew that his lust was just about to take over. nothing had yet happened, but still, he felt a desperation that brought a crimson color to his ears. just looking at you as you slept beside him had him holding in a whine of your name.

to be fair, you looked angelic in this moment. you were facing him – although your face was almost completely pressed up against your pillow. your arms were wrapped around your chest in front of you, causing your breasts to press up together in the form of soft mounds peeking from under your tank top. your blanket was covering most of your body but still gave him sight of some of your shoulder. your hair was covering most of your features yet he could still rejoice in your mushed up face as you seemingly made yourself as small as possible. soft breaths coming from you were the only thing he could hear. his senses were all overtaken by you, even as he leaned down and quietly smelled the floral scent from your shampoo.

the beating of his heart was so loud he was sure it ran the risk of waking you up.

it's not that he was nervous, he was simply too caught up in you. every emotion you ever made him feel was making its way to the surface, causing his hands to clam up and his lips to run dry. he wanted to touch you so badly, but he knew that the moment he did, he would fall to his undeniable lust for you. it was hard for him to simply adore you from a distance, as his carnal feelings for you would always take over somehow.

however, his need for you won, making an embarrassing side of himself take over and pull you closer to him in order to wake you up un the softest way he could. he began to pepper kisses on the nude sliver of skin your shoulder offered him, breathing heavily as he prepared himself for what he knew would come as soon as you arose from slumber.

it was only a few moments later in which you began waking up, murmuring his name in that soft morning voice he loved so much.

he hadn't mean to sound so desperate that soon, but the moment he felt you begin to arch against his hold, – encouraging him to keep kissing any available skin – he couldnt help his pleas to let him have you in a way he relished in knowing only he had the privilege of having you.

"a– angel, please ... need you so bad ..." were the first words out of his mouth, murmured against your neck as his hands rubbed at your hips through the blanket.

"hoonie? what's wrong?", you were clearly still half asleep, only taking in his touches but not computing the words he was saying. but it was fine. he could be more specific if need be.

"you're so soft ... so pretty. can i have you, angel? please?" he didnt care how desperate his first words to you that morning sounded. he never felt any shame in showing you just how badly he always wanted you.

"oh, hoonie ...", you breathed, removing the blanket from the way and pressing yourself even closer to him.

the two of you were now curled up against each other with no distance between your bodies as you faced one another. with your lack of clothing, – him in just boxers and you in a tiny tank top and booty shorts to match – jihoon was now able to feel you up as he wanted; something which he took advantage of immediately.

he finally disconnected his lips from your skin, now making eye contact at the close proximity between you. however, before even being able to express his want for you once more, his lust won over him again, making him press his lips against yours with urgency.

he moaned and whined against your lips, his hips searching for yours as he positioned himself above you. there was no way for him to help himself. you were just so soft and pretty and beautiful and perfect. nothing couldve possibly interrupted that cloud of lust that was taking over him.

jihoon still had trouble processing how such a pretty girl could ever be his. he knew he was in love with you since the day he met you. just from a first glance, he thought you the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. speaking to you as acquaintances had been hard, but befriending you had been the biggest challenge. even back then, his feelings for you manifested in very noticeable ways. all his friends would mock him for the way he'd stumble over his words or stare at you a little too much. luckily for him, this did not last long. by some grand act of god, you had found some sort of liking towards him, giving him various obvious openings for him to finally ask you out (and admittedly, it took a lot of silent encouragement from you to get him to finally act up).

upon starting your relationship, it didnt take long for jihoon to make his adoration for you known, constantly letting you know how perfect he found you in any and every capacity. all his defenses would go down when he was around you, causing him to wax poetic whenever his emotions took over him – not to mention the endless files of love songs he had produced since meeting you. anything you desired, he would deliver just for the promise of your happiness.

your relationship had him thinking that maybe his past self suffered a grand deal in a past life; just enough for karmic retribution to grant him the girl of his dreams in the next.

and that's how he felt at this moment, grinding his clothed cock against your cunt as you whined into his mouth. could life get better than this? better than having the love of his life mewling into his mouth as he carelessly canted his cock into the warm heaven between your legs? he couldnt help but groan at the reminder than you were all his, and that he had access to every inch of your breathtaking body for his and your pleasure.

"fuck ... wanna fuck you, but you feel so fucking good like this– shit ..."

"dont stop ... i can cum like this. promise!", you cried whilst pulling at his hair, assuring his mouth stayed glued to yours.

as much as he wanted to keep letting you lick into his mouth and pulling at his hair, he was craving the two mounds that were pressing up against his chest. without further thinking, he disconnected your lips, groaning at the way you tried to chase his lips before hearing you whine once again due to his rushed removal of your top and the feeling of his tongue toying with your tit.

he practically devoured your tits, licking and nipping at every inch of them before using the tip of his tongue to play with your nipples. the way you cried his name had him losing his inhibitions, making him grind even harder and faster against you. your gorgeous and warm cunt was the only thing in his mind.

despite wanting to give you an orgasm just like this, he needed more. he needed your cunt strangling him as he chased both your highs.

"can i fuck you? please ... i know you wanna cum like this, but i cant last ... wa– wanna last for you, but you just feel so ... so fucking good."

"please, hoonie. fuck me .."

he hadnt moved faster in his life, discarding his boxers and your shorts in order to prepare himself for you, but suddenly it hit him.

"baby ... c– condom? do you have any?", he had forgotten to buy new ones before you stayed over last night, so he was hoping against all hope that maybe you had some in your discarded bag in the living room.

"no, hoonie, i .. i don't have any," your eyebrows were furrowed in concern, but he could tell you were still lightheaded from the pleasure you had been feeling just a few moments ago.

"oh, i ... i can just dry hump you? yeah, uh, i'll just–", he couldnt help himself in sounding deflated. he wanted your cunt so fucking badly, but had stupidly used his last backup condom last night.

"or ... you can just .."

his head perked up at that, halting before even starting to grind his hips against yours again.

"baby– "

"just go without it, hoonie. i trust you," you gave him a soft smile, holding onto his cheek before pulling him down for a peck.

"oh, i ... fuck. y– you– " his brain was short circuiting. raw? you were going to let him have it raw? oh. oh, fuck.

"baby, please i need you so fucking badly."

he could never say no to you. as per usual, he gave you exactly what you wanted, ignoring how badly this moment would ruin him; corrupt him and smear his brain with thoughts of your unfiltered cunt for years to come.

and ruin him it did, as he immediately lost himself the moment he entered you, groaning at the warmth and wetness coating his cock.

"you're perfect. god, fuck ... you– you're going to ruin me, arent you? you al-already have, shit ... you're my dream ... love you so fucking much, oh fuck ... make me yours and never give me back, i– i need to be yours. need you every day, fuck, please ..." he babbled senselessly as his hips went crazy against yours, drinking in every cry you released and groaning at every scratch of your nails against his back.

he was already close from having dry humped you through his boxers while he made out with you earlier, but now he knew his end was just around the corner. begging you to cum inside was likely out of the question, but his body demanded he at least try, except you somehow beat him to it.

"baby, inside, please! need you to fill me up ... fuck, please ..."

he had no way to respond other than by crying your name against your neck, relishing on the sound of slapping skin as he chased his end inside you with the desperation of a starved man.

with multiple expletives and confessions of love hidden between cries of pleasure, the two of you came one right after the other, kissing each other all throughout your highs.

now jihoon felt nothing but unfiltered bliss. he held you in his arms and caressed your body to the best of his tired ability, continuing to tell you sweet words of affirmation as you did the same in return.

jihoon was more than fine with being obsessed with you if it meant having you all to himself like this. he would gladly get teased about being down horrendously bad for you as long as he had you in the end.

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eelnoise · 7 months

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zoro x afab reader

c/w: choking, slight cum play, praise, use of the word 'slut', oral sex (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, soft!zoro, slightly possessive zoro

a/n: i put my whole pussy into this because i'm so biblically down bad for this man. someday i'll figure out how best to format my fics but until then please take this sloppy setup

word count: 2849

Zoro prefers you close. He prefers to see you, to hear you. Hell, even just knowing you’re in a room with him is enough - provided you’re in his vicinity. Much like his swords, you’re precious to him. He needs to protect and care for you, to keep you pristine and without blemish.

And just like his blades, you’re nearly always at his side.

You don’t mind at all. You’re sated to indulge in what you know means a lot to Zoro, so you find yourself in the training room alongside him, curled up on a bench with a book open in your lap.

This quality time usually comes with a caveat - Zoro’s inexplicable and hungry arousal after a workout.

Zoro doesn't notice the shift in his body, the way his heart pounds in his chest, or the way his cock hardens against his thigh. He's too focused on his training, too absorbed in the rhythm of his breathing and the burn in his muscles.

Of course, when Zoro's attention turns away from his own breathlessness and toward the source of his arousal. His eyes lock onto you, taking note of the book in your lap and wondering how long until you set it aside for something else. Something naughtier. His gaze holds for several long moments before Zoro finally breaks the silence.

"You know," he says gruffly, voice roughened by exertion, "it might help if you stopped pretending to read that damn book." His tone is teasing but there's an undercurrent of desire in his words - a clear indication that he wants nothing more than to see you put down those pages and come crawling to him instead.

You look over at him and tilt your head in interest. "Pretending?" You reply, a bemused look etched onto your face. "And why would I be doing that?"

Zoro smirks, his teeth flashing white against the backdrop of his tan skin. "Oh, we both know you haven't turned a page for a while," he says casually, leaning back on the weightlifting bench with nonchalance. "What's the matter? Lost in thought?"

Damn him and his observation haki.

He pauses, letting his gaze drift down to the curve of your breasts before snapping it back up again. "Or maybe you just enjoy watching me sweat." A slow grin spreads across his features as he waits for a response, anticipation coiling tightly within him.

Your guilt is plastered upon your face at his words and a warmth that hadn't been there prior now washes over your cheeks. You'd been caught staring, and staring at him while he's this horny was not exactly the wisest decision. The flustered expression you give him makes his cock twitch almost painfully.

"Fine." You admit, closing the book and placing it to the side. "I was watching. So what?"

Zoro's smirk grows wider at your admission, a dark and predatory gleam lighting up his eyes. "So what?" he echoes, voice low and throaty. "Well, since you asked..."

Without further warning, Zoro pushes himself off the weightlifting bench, his muscular form moving with surprising grace and fluidity. In a single, almost impetuous motion, he's on his feet before you, towering over with his intimidating presence. His hand reaches out, fingers curling gently around your chin as he tilts your head back to meet his gaze. "I think it's time we found out just how much you like watching me sweat." Zoro says, his voice now little more than a rough whisper.

With that, he descends upon you, his lips crashing down onto yours in a possessive, hungry kiss. His tongue darts out to claim your mouth, demanding entry as he presses his hardened length against your soft stomach.

You allow him entry, tongues quickly meeting in a lustrous dance. You taste even better when he's this worked up, and he wasn't about to take it for granted. At the sound of a soft mewl from your lips between breathless, wet kisses, Zoro has to fight the urge to take you there and then.

No. He wants to savor this, to savor you.

The sound of your arousal sends a shiver down Zoro's spine, fueling the fire burning deep within him. He moans low in his throat, his hand sliding up your back to grasp at your hair, pulling gently on those silken strands.

Without breaking the kiss, Zoro steps back, drawing you along with him. His other hand reaches down, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and pulling it upwards in one swift motion. The fabric rides over your head, revealing the skin of your torso. His eyes drink in the sight of your smooth soft stomach, hardened nipples peeking through your bra clearly visible even beneath the thin material.

A growl rumbles low in his throat as he trails his fingers lightly over your skin, tracing lazy patterns that send shivers down your spine. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "And all mine."

"Yeah?" You coo, your sultry tone undeniable. "You want this pretty girl to scream your name?" You know that you're in no position to ask this question, simply teasing him is enough to drive him fucking crazy when he's this rabid for you. And the more you do it, the harder he'll fuck you.

But he isn't in the mood for your game this time. As far as Zoro is concerned he's going to fuck you until you can't see straight anyway.

"You already know the answer to that question." Zoro growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your skin. With that, he spins you around, taking a seat on the bench in your stead. His hands slide down your hips, tracing slow circles as he teases the fabric of your panties. "On your knees," he commands, his voice a dark rasp.

Zoro's heart is racing now, his blood pounding in his ears as he watches you comply, deliciously delicate form kneeling before him. You look up at him through your lashes, a challenging glint in your eyes that does nothing to dampen his arousal.

"Spread your legs," He demands, the rough tone of his voice alone causes you to sigh in arousal. "Show me how much you want this."

You do as you're told, spreading your thighs and pulling your panties to the side, glistening pussy on display and offering yourself to him. "Mmm," You purr, gaze glassed over with lust. "Wanna make you feel so good, baby."

Zoro watches each word leave you in slow motion, transfixed on how each syllable curls off your pretty lips. Before he can think, he's freeing himself from the confines of his shorts and letting his thick, desperate cock fall right into your face.

Zoro groans deeply, his hips jerking forward as he feels the heat of your breath against his engorged shaft. It takes every ounce of self-control he has not to come right then and there, your eager anticipation driving him wild.

He watches, his heart pounding in his chest, as you lower your head and take him into your mouth. Your lips slide smoothly over the head of his cock, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through his entire body. Zoro's hands come to rest on your shoulders, his grip firm but not quite enough to hold you in place.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice ragged with desire. "You're so good at this."

With that, he pushes gently against your head, urging you to take more of him. Zoro watches as you obediently open your mouth wider, taking him deeper into your throat. Wet, sloppy sounds echo around the room, fueling his lust even further.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his hips starting to rock gently against your face. "Sucking me so well like the good little slut you are."

Your eyes don't leave his, even as you bob your head up and down, each pleased groan of pleasure or soft words of praise sending out a pang of arousal right to your desperate, weeping pussy. You run your tongue flat against the underside of his length and swirl it around the tip. The mix of saliva and pre-cum coats your busy lips and drips down both your chin and his cock.

He allows for you to pull back for a moment to take a breath, long strands of fluids attaching your mouth to his cock. It's just a moment, though, for as soon as you've recovered he forces your head back down onto him with a forceful motion. You gag around him from the sudden filling of your throat, but he loves the sound.

"Fuck," he breathes out, tangling his fist into your hair and beginning to move your head at his own pace. "Gonna let me cum on that face, right baby?"

"Mhmmm~" You hum, making his dick vibrate from the tone. He grunts in reply, shoving your head right against his pelvis, nose buried in moss green hair as the back of your throat is hit over and over again. Zoro's free hand moves to the front of your neck, grasping it tightly to feel the outline of his cock rut into your warm, slick mouth.

Tears beat at the corners of your eyes and your fingers dig into his thighs as he nears his release. Zoro's hold tightens around you, his soft grunts of pleasure having turned into louder, filthier moans.

Suddenly, he pulls your lips from him with a wet pop and a whine. He holds you in place by your hair - pressing his cock tip to your swollen bottom lip, and instinctively you lull your tongue out against it.

"Shit," Zoro hisses out when you plant a series of open-mouth kisses on it, quickly moving to pump himself with his other hand. "You want my cum in your mouth?"

"Please," you whine, throat a little rasp from how greedily he had face fucked you. "Wanna taste you; need you on my tongue~"

Your words send him over the edge. Zoro tugs at your hair tightly as long, drawn out, and slightly whimpered moans fall from his lips. Thick, white ropes of his spend coat your face and tongue while his hips slowly grind out his high. You, without question, swallow the pool of his seed in your mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Zoro growls, rubbing in the cum on your lips with the head of his dick. "You look so good painted in my cum." He leans forward, releasing his grip on your head, eye taking in your used, messy appearance as if committing it to memory.

Zoro snatches you up then, grabbing you by the hands and swapping your positions so that you’re now sitting on the bench. "Lean back," he demands, tone gruff and low as he hovers over you. "Show me that pretty pussy."

You oblige, of course, leaning on your lower back and spreading your legs open to him like a gift before sliding your panties down, leaving them hooked around your ankle. Zoro grabs onto your thighs with large, calloused hands and spreads your pussy lips open with his thumbs. Without warning he lunges forward, capturing your clit in his mouth with a hungry moan.

He's devouring you, eating you like he would a peach. Zoro slurps your clit loudly and inches two fingers inside your soaked folds. "Fuck!" You cry out, your own digits teasing your nipples. "Feels so good, Zoro~"

His mouth works over you so fucking good that you're already on the precipice of your release. He's flicking his tongue and lapping at your sensitive flesh, your hips buck forward along his lips, coating them in your wetness. Zoro groans against you, vibrating your soaked folds and thrusting his fingers deep within you, curling them so deliciously against your g-spot.

"You like this?" He grunts, taking your cunt-flavored juices greedily. "Tell me what you want."

"Wanna cum!" You sputter out, voice rasp and quivering. "Wanna cum so bad, please…" You're begging. Desperate cries for your sweet release ring in his ears and he absolutely loves it.

Zoro drills his digits into you harder, feeling just how your inner walls flutter around them. "Gonna make you cum, baby." He growls, taking your moans as encouragement. With a series of hard sucks to your clit, you come undone. A sharp, high-pitched scream emits from your throat, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

"Fuck," Zoro says, pulling away from your pussy and leaning over your sweaty, heaving form. "So fucking pretty." He reaches forward, using the fingers that had been deep in your cunt to wipe some of his leftover cum from your cheek before sliding the digits into your open, willing mouth and forcing the taste of you both onto your tongue. You suck on his fingers, licking them clean.

Then, with one sudden move, his lips are on yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. Zoro doesn't care about the leftover cum smeared across your soft lips, and you don't care about the taste of yourself on his. The kiss is messy, it's sloppy and it's full of teeth and tongue, but as long as you're tethered to him, as he's bound to you, nothing else seems to matter.

Zoro breaks the kiss, but his lips rest just on top of yours. "Think you're ready for my cock now, baby?" He asks, though he knows the answer and you know just how hard he's about to fuck you.

"Fuck," You sputter out, feeling his dick twitch against your slit. "So ready. Need you to fuck me so badly~" Your words are weak, and your voice is raspy, but the look on your face tells him that you're genuine. Genuine and ready for him to fill you.

Zoro smirks, his eye gleaming with lust. "Then take it." He says roughly, shoving his thick cock into you with one quick motion. You gasp, body arching off the bench as he buries himself into your pussy to the hilt. "So fucking tight." Zoro hisses, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move, thrusting his hips forward in a steady rhythm that has you crying and clawing at him in absolute ecstasy.

Large hands dig into your hips - and you already know that by the end of this, you'll be marked with ten fingertip-sized bruises. Zoro's movements become more frantic, his growls and low grunts of pleasure meeting your salacious cries and whimpers in a cacophony of your entwining lust. Your pussy milks his cock and it makes his eyes roll back into his head with how fucking good you feel, how warm and tight you are around him, how perfect you are.

Zoro grits his teeth, jaw tensing in an attempt to avoid cumming too quickly. But it's hard, so, so hard to not let go and fill you with his seed like the good little cumdump that you are. He picks up speed, forgoing whatever rhythm he had going as he loses himself in the sensation of fucking you.

The tip of his cock hits your cervix hard, each slam of his hips into yours making you see stars. "Zorooooo~~~" you wail, completely cock-drunk with a glazed-over expression. His heavy balls slap against your ass and echo throughout the room as he drills himself into you at a nigh inhuman pace.

The only word left in your vocabulary seems to just be his name, judging by the jumbled, quavering mantra of disjointed syllables that fall from your swollen lips. He can't take it any longer. The way you're calling for him, crying his name over and over as he bottoms out in you without mercy - it's all too much. "Fuck!" Zoro hisses, his death grip on your hips somehow tightening. "Gonna fucking cum, baby. Gonna cum right inside your tight little pussy."

You feel his muscles tense, and with a loud cry of your own name as a warning, Zoro erupts into you, head thrown backward and hips jerking violently while his cock throbs and fills your pussy to the brim with cum - so much that it surprises you.

"Fuck." Zoro pants, collapsing onto you as his chest heaves from exertion. He presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, heart racing from the intensity of their intimacy. "So good."

As you catch your breath, you hold him close. Both of your chests are flush together, and you swear that you can feel his heartbeat. Arms wrap around his broad shoulders, one of your hands slipping into his hair to gently caress his scalp in a comforting way. Zoro hums in satisfaction as your soothing embrace works wonders for both his mind and aching body.

“Thank you.” Zoro breathes softly into the crook of your neck, his voice barely higher than a whisper. He knows he doesn’t need to thank you, but he wants to. You kiss the top of his head and smile.

“Zoro,” You begin, your voice soft and sweet. “I love you.”

He looks up at you then, one slate-gray eye shining with affection. He smiles.

“I love you, too.”

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viaoverthemoon · 10 months

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Neighbors

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

I said I would do requests and requests you all shall get!

This one was suggested by my bsf <3 He messaged me when I complained about having no requests and offered this idea! Shout out to bestie!

Summary: You're new in the neighborhood and Leon takes quite a liking to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, taunting/mocking, hair pulling (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Omg, if there are any mistakes, pls don't make fun of me. I just got new nails and it's a little hard to type on my laptop ;-;

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Read at your own risk!!

Enjoy! <3

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You throw the final box into the pile, wiping the sweat off your brow.

The process of moving into your new home has been a long one, but also a necessary one.

The hot sun beams down on your skin, sweat dripping from every crevice. Your muscles are weak and ache for rest. You turn around and look at your new home, a sense of pride coursing through your veins at the fact that you'd managed to complete everything on your own.

You're so deep in your feeling of accomplishment, that your hardly notice the sound of footsteps approaching you.

"Hey!" The sound of a yell catches you off guard, your shoulders jump and you turn around.

You're met with arguably the best eye-candy you've ever laid eyes on. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly framed face and a soft jaw. Kind eyes with a hint of mystery behind them, and those arms were something out of a mafia film. You wanted to take a bite out of them...

You realize your gaze had been wandering longer than society would deem friendly.

You feel your cheeks heat up and shake your head to rid of your less than neighborly thoughts.

"Hi! Sorry about that. I was really in my head I guess."

He looks at you, sheepishly smiling. "No, it was my bad, sweetheart. I didn't mean to startle you," He steps closer and offers his hand for you to shake while trying not to stare at your tits through the transparent shirt. "You must've just moved in. I live next to you. Names Leon Kennedy."

You shake his hand and tell him your name, trying to ignore the increase of your heart rate at the pet name. His smile remains through your interaction. He asks about your interests, your family, your life. And you do the same. You don't get many answers, but regardless, after a few minutes, you both feel rather close to one another.

Leon offers you dinner over at his place another day, which is an offer you can't and won't refuse.

❁

The day finally came.

You dress in a simple sundress, bringing a bowl of cookies with you as a gift.

Leon answers the door with a bright smile, welcoming you inside of his home.

His home is hardly decorated, but somehow still feels home-y. He explains that his job causes for him to leave on constant business trips, so he never really had time to decorate.

There's a type of tension in the room. It doesn't have a name, or a describable feeling, but it makes the room feel small. Causes the both of you to feel hot. Your conversations are relaxed, but seem to have some kind of unspoken meaning behind each joke.

At one point, you needed a break from the inexplicable heat.

You ask Leon if you can get something to drink from his kitchen. He, of course, says yes and leads you there, pointing to the cabinet that holds the glass cups.

Only, when you stand on your tip-toes to grab a glass, Leon's large physique is suddenly pressed against your back.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, and a small gasp leaves your lips as his lips skim along your ear.

He has you trapped against him, his arms gripping the counter on each side of your waist. You slowly sink back down onto your heels, grabbing the counter as well for support when your legs begin to feel like jelly. "Leon... What are you doing?"

His hands move away from the counter, fingers slowly tracing from your hip to your waist, where it rests as he whispers into your ear.

"I think we can both feel this... feeling between us... So why don't we stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase, sweetheart?"

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Everything seems to be a blur after that.

You only remember Leon's lips on yours, hands wandering and fondling anything he could get his hands on. He'd littered you with hickeys and bruises, slipping off your panties and throwing them off to who knows where.

And now, you lay bent over the arm of his couch, sundress shifted upward over your ass and Leon brutally pounding into you.

Your moans are muffled by the soft cushions of his couch, your hands gripping the fabric for dear life. Your legs have completely given up on you, lying limp and only moving to jerk every time Leon's hips hit yours.

Your hands grip the couch tighter and your pussy clenches around him as you whine out muffled praise.

The sound of skin slapping skin is borderline pornographic, the wet squelching sound only making the atmosphere so much hotter.

Leon grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you up and pressing you back flush against his chest. "What was that, sweetheart? I didn't hear you.."

A loud whimper escapes your lips, your nails scratching the arm of the couch. "Said- Said it feels good! It feels so good, Leon!"

He laughs and you moan when he manages to hit somewhere deep inside of you. "Yeah? Feels really good, huh?" He growls and thrusts into you at a faster pace. You cry out, your legs going numb. And you would've fallen flat on your face if not for Leon's hands that grab your hips.

"Mhm! Yes!" Leon groans as your moans get higher and higher, your toes curling as he try's a new angle, this one causing him to hit that sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

A desperate sob mixed with a cry tears its way out of you. "Right there! Ah! Yes-!"

You writhe in his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. He runs his hands over the sides of your body, gripping so hard you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

His thrusts get sloppy and erratic as he begins to grunt and growl in effort. "So pretty... You gonna cum baby? You gettin' close?"

He mocks you- actually mocks you. His words come out as though he's cooing at you, taunting you. Even though you feel like you should be offended by his tone, instead you feel even more aroused by it.

Your back arches and short, pitiful gasps leave you. "Fuck- Yes! 'm gonna c-cum, Leon! Gonna cum jus' for you-!"

You hardly finish the sentence before your release forces itself out of you. You cry out, electricity flashing though your veins, as your orgasm seeps all over Leon's dick. He somehow cums at the same time as you, heaving a deep and shameless moan.

The both of you take a moment coming down from the high, mouths hung agape, breathing shallow, and covered in sweat.

Leon finally pulls out of you, watching your body twitch while his seed leaks out of you. He glances at your face, seeing your blissed out expression. An amused smirk sits on his lips when you turn to look at him. You want to say something snappy, but your lungs haven't fully recovered. So, you settle for just flicking him off, muttering a small, 'fuck off'.

I think its safe to say, you would be seeing your new neighbor a lot more often... <3

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Omgg This took forever!! Finishing writing and proofreading at 3:20am aND I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE 2PM!!!!

Anywaysss, Hope y'all enjoyed!! <3

Requests are open!! <3

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sionisjaune · 4 months

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In light of this, please enjoy some scraps of a charles/damiano pwp that is languishing in my gdocs. Dedicated of course to kay @onadarklingplain, vice president of charles/damiano nation:

It’s Damiano’s apartment, and Vic and Ethan are sharing the spare room, and Thomas flops on the couch, leaving Charles with—

“Come on,” Damiano says, beckoning. Charles follows him to his bedroom. He can hear Victoria snickering down the hallway.

Charles doesn’t know what he was imagining, but the bedroom doesn’t look like the kind of room that would belong to Damiano. All traces of leather and lace are conspicuously absent. Charles must have been picturing a—a sex dungeon, or a coffin that Damiano rises from at dawn like a vampire, but there’s a bed in the center of a blandly carpeted room and grey sheets on the bed. It looks like Charles’s apartment.

Damiano strips to his briefs, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, and digs inside the nightstand until he produces a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Charles watches him crack open the window and light one, sticking his head out into the night each time he takes a drag.

“You know those are bad for you,” Charles says. “You can do a test where they measure your lungs, to see how good they are working.”

Damiano shrugs. “I’m a rockstar. I’m supposed to be bad for me.” He lifts his wrist from the window ledge and offers the burning cigarette to Charles. Ash floats from the end and lands on the carpet. “Want one?”

Charles shakes his head. He doesn’t understand how Damiano isn’t shivering with the draught coming in from the window. “I’m not allowed in my contract,” he says.

Damiano pulls his head out of the window and fixes Charles with a weighty look. The black lining his eyes is either smudged eyeliner or abject exhaustion. Both are equally likely this time of year. The band are finished touring for the year, and Charles is done with his disappointing season, and both Charles and Damiano have their respective breakups, too. It’s only three days before Christmas, and the kind of evening Charles could entertain loosening his grip, just for a few hours.

“I’d walk out if that was in any contract of mine,” says Damiano. “And anyway, one puff won’t kill you.” He extends the cigarette for Charles, wedged between two tattooed fingers. The cherry burns bright orange, a jolly invitation.

“No thank you,” says Charles, swallowing. Damiano just shrugs again and sucks down the rest of the smoke, flicking the butt out the window.

Damiano shuts the window and tosses a bundle of clothes at Charles. “Bathroom’s there,” he says, cocking his head to the right of the doorway. “You can ignore Ethan if he’s in there—doing whatever the fuck to his hair.”

“Okay,” says Charles. He swallows again. His throat is inexplicably dry. Instead of clutching his borrowed pyjamas and trudging to the bathroom, he drops the bundle on the floor, strips out of his shirt and pushes his jeans to the floor.

Damiano lifts an eyebrow, leaning his hip against the window frame. Charles stands there, in his boxer-briefs, breathing in the acrid after-smell of Damiano’s cigarette.

“I thought you were never going to get it,” says Damiano. “It’s been a while since my routine took this long.”

“Your routine,” Charles repeats, sliding his fingers into his own waistband. The hair beneath his navel prickles, just beginning to grow back after waxing.

“Yeah,” says Damiano. “You know. The one where I let my groupies follow me back to my apartment three days before Christmas.”

“That can’t be a routine,” says Charles, thinking about the girlfriend-shaped mess he got himself into the last time he invited a fan back to his apartment after a consolatory yacht party.

Damiano gives him a terribly obvious look. “Come over here,” he says.

Charles closes the distance between them with steps that feel clumsy but are by all accounts quite normal. He and Damiano are exactly of a height, standing close together, but Damiano’s wild hair, curling at his cheekbones, and the makeup around his eyes, make him feel larger, realer. Charles can see the errant speckles of glitter in Damiano’s eyebrows and the red rims of his eyelids. The script tattooed on his collarbones reads IL BALLO DELLA VITA, and one of his nipples is pierced and inked with a heart.

“You can touch me,” says Damiano, raspy.

Charles licks his lip and traces his fingers over the naked woman on Damiano’s bicep.

“You like women?” says Damiano. Charles nods. “And men?” says Damiano.

Charles retracts his hand from Damiano’s arm and replaces it at his side. He looks Damiano in the eye, sharply. “What do you think,” he says.

Damiano laughs—a small, throaty noise—but he places his hands on Charles’s waist, thumbing at the muscles of Charles’s abdomen—all of his blank, tanned skin.

“I think you’ve been denying yourself,” says Damiano. His thumb strokes over the skin above Charles’s waistband, and Charles shudders. “You keep telling yourself that you’re not allowed to have what you want.”

“I can have it,” says Charles. He leans in.

The kiss tastes like ash and smells like Damiano’s leather and cherry cologne, and Damiano has enough hair that Charles can get his hands in it and cling. Damiano’s torso is wiry and thin against Charles’s, but he has the muscle to jerk Charles around, to spin him and back him up against the bed, so that Charles’s calves are smacking the bed frame, until he has no choice but to tip over and fall into the sheets.

Damiano stays on him, kneeling over Charles’s torso and mouthing at his neck. He scratches his varnished fingernails all the way down Charles’s chest on his way to Charles’s groin, pausing to leave a sucking bite on his hip.

“What do you want, Charles?” Damiano asks, his cheek pressed to the shiny material of Charles’s boxers. Charles can feel the vibrations of Damiano’s throat in his dick. He wants—he wants to resolve the tense awareness that’s been vibrating between himself and Damiano since the first meeting—when the show ended, and Damiano stumbled offstage, nearly naked and drenched with sweat and turned his dark eyes on Charles—sharp and sober although Damiano was obviously exhausted—and Charles had the sense that Damiano was everywhere around him, like Damiano was leeching out of his own skin, unable to be contained by one human body.

“I want,” says Charles, squirming. How can he even say it? He wants the crushing force of Damiano directed at him in a concentrated beam. He wants to open Damiano up and pour him out and soak in him. He wants to invite Damiano inside his body and take him to the track so he can feel what Charles feels.

Damiano crawls back up Charles’s body so that his face is hovering above Charles, his hair falling in a dark, tousled curtain. He brushes a knuckle underneath Charles’s eye, and it comes away wet.

“I’m going to choose,” says Damiano. “I want to do a lot of things to you.” His thumb finds the hinge of Charles’s jaw and presses until Charles’s mouth opens. His throat clicks when he tries to swallow. “Can I fuck this?” Damiano asks.

Charles nods mutely.

Charles wakes under the covers—Damiano's foot is touching his calf, and his face is mashed into the pillow, contorted weirdly.

Charles leaves him there and wanders out. A smell wafts from the kitchen. Victoria and Ethan are cooking pancakes over the stove, in their underwear. Thomas is wrapped in a fluffy robe, reading an honest to God newspaper on the couch. Victoria is gesticulating with her slim vape and speaking rapid Italian while Ethan flips the pancakes expertly.

When Charles walks in, Thomas gives a low whistle and a slow clap.

Victoria pauses and spins around. Her eyebrows climb towards her hairline. "Shit," she says, turning Thomas. "We owe E twenty euros. He had December 20th."

"Fuck," says Thomas.

"Good morning!" says Ethan, dumping the pancakes on a plate.

#i am a damiano buzzcut denier... and i'm proud of it #charles/damiano #i wrote this

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ryejism · 2 months

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requested — switch!ryujin, switch!reader, itzy 6th!member, lots of praise, soft sex. enjoy <3

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ryujin was beautiful. the most beautiful person you think could ever roam the earth, sometimes you didn’t even believe she was real, let alone your secret girlfriend. being able to proudly flaunt her and show her off was only something you could dream of happening after this whole thing. when the group disbands, when you all go your separate ways, when you hopefully, continue a less restrictive life and relationship with ryujin. but for now, you had to endure it, unless your company approved it, but no way in hell would they ever.

“ my body is so sore. “ ryujin spoke, stretching out her limbs and muscles. the soft whimper that left her mouth as she stretched sent an unbearable feeling to your core. it had been so long since you engaged in any intimacy with her as you were busy with comeback preparations and promotions, and it was really starting to play its effect; sexually frustrated with the urge to just go down on your girlfriend for hours, and cuddle her afterwards.

“ you okay, baby? “ ryujin turned towards you who sat there staring at the floor with a blank expression.

thankfully you were both alone in the dressing room for the time being, so a cheeky pet name or two didn’t hurt to say.

your mind began to flood with endless and endless thoughts of everything you could be doing with your girlfriend. dates, cuddling, sex, kissing, etc. if it wasn’t for your contracts. you thought about holding her tightly in bed until you heard her soft snores that confirm she’s in a comfortable slumber, exploring every inch of her body with your tongue, eyes, and hands for the millionth time, thrusting into her with your fingers as you watch her eyes roll back in pleasure and swollen lips part to reveal the prettiest of whines for your ears. you needed her inexplicably bad, and so did she.

“ yeah, i’m okay. just… frustrated with how our relationship has been the last few weeks… “ you trailed off and ryujin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “ did i do something? “ she inches closer to you on the sofa, kissing your cheek and putting her hand on your back. she genuinely looked concerned that she had fucked up in a way.

“ no, baby. not at all. “ you reassured her. you could visibly see the way a weight fell off her shoulders. “ i just really really miss you, you know? “ and she definitely understood.

she let you cradle her lap, kissing her with the most passion you could muster up with the longing that fear someone would catch the two of you.

“ i love you. “ you breathed out between kisses, and she repeated it back to you, genuinely. your heart filled with butterflies as you finally got to have even a tiny moment with your girlfriend.

cockiness clouded her brain as she tried to take you right then and there. she guided your hips towards her, trying to make you grind against her. and for a brief moment, it worked, you felt relief and everlasting wanting for your girlfriend more than you already did. you felt the same feelings you used to get when you’d get intimate with her. she hasn’t teased you or even gave you the slightest bit of friction in weeks, but this, this was the closest you ever got to it.

“ i wish we could do this properly, but someone will come in here soon. “ she pouted and placed a kiss to your cheek. you groaned, climbed off her lap, and fixed your hair from how she messed it up during the kiss.

“ when we get home? “ you asked excitedly.

“ maybe. “

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the ride to the dorms was fucking painful. you knew ryujin would find a way to make time for you, especially after you expressed your mutual neediness for her. so you expected for a lot returning home, your pussy anticipates her, wetness forms within your underwear at the thought.

she immediately dragged you to her room before anyone could see, and slammed you to the door after shutting it.

“ you have no idea how badly i’ve needed you and— “ you got cut off by her lips latching onto yours, and her hand cupping your crotch.

“ yeah, baby? “ she rasped into your ear. you just nodded eagerly as her hand rubbed circles onto your clit through your clothes.

you were thankful the girls had celebrated their first win for the comeback by coming home and blasting music, dancing, drinking and singing as loud as they could. it drowned out the sounds you and ryujin were going to make together.

“ wait, baby. let me… “ you pushed her away, looking deep into her soft brown eyes. she knew you wanted to call dibs first and take her before she went down on you. she allowed it as you kissed her all the way to her bed, gently setting her back down onto the pillows.

you hovered over her, kissing her slowly before you two broke out into a giggle at yeji attempting a high note and failing in the next room over.

“ why don’t you want to be out there with them instead? “ you asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

“ why would i want that when my pretty girlfriend is on top of me, wanting to fuck me for the first time in months? “ she smirked. she was right, you’d rather celebrate this way instead. the reward of tasting her is better than any of the alcohol and sweets that were being shared next door.

“ correction, you say that as if i haven’t wanted to. i have, just couldn’t. “ you joked at her.

“ mmm… you’re wasting time then baby. prove it to me, you have me now. all of me. “

you dived straight into the crook of her neck and kissed and sucked all the spots that left the reddest marks. she’d have to use makeup to cover them up, but she didn’t mind. she loved the toe curling pain and pleasure she felt at the same time from your teeth.

“ all mine. “ you pecked one of the marks and tugged at the hem of her shirt for assistance in removing it, she of course, obliged and helped remove it. her bra also coming off at some point during the process.

you were speechless by her body everytime. you’ve seen every inch of her more times than you can imagine, but it never failed to amuse and arouse you. this was the longest you gone without her though, so you definitely felt even more eager.

her perky tits that were just the perfect size in your hands looked empty, and you knew where your next set of red and purple marks belonged.

“ please, honey. “ she whined. you couldn’t resist how pretty and pathetic she looked, so you wasted no time.

you sucked on her nipples just how she liked, while your fingers tugged and twisted the other, turning them to a darker shade of pink. they were wet with all your spit, which resulted in her whimpering at the way the cold air brushed against them. so pathetic and pretty.

she fisted her hand in your hair and pulled tightly on it whenever you felt particularly good around her. she was very sensitive, completely opposite to how she acts when she’s on the giving end.

she can be your obedient little submissive when you want her to be. she trusts you to take care of her and make her feel good, so who is she to deny the offer?

“ i missed this. “ ryujin said while she felt your kisses trickle down her torso. you spent extra time kissing and tracing the muscles of her abdomen with your tongue.

“ me too. so much. “ you said between kisses. she felt butterflies at the sensation of your smile against her stomach. she was so, so in love with you.

“ can i? “ she looked down at you who had your fingers hooked around the waistband of her sweatpants, grey ones to be exact. it was always one of those really specific turn ons you had and she was well aware of it.

“ yes, go ahead. “ was all you needed to hear before tearing them off along with her panties, which were fucking soaked not to mention.

you were immediately met with the sight of pretty pink, glistening folds. you spread her lips apart, admiring the way her hole clenched around nothing at all and how her arousal just kept building up. you really got a full, in depth view of her pretty, soon to be ruined cunt.

you don’t know what was wetter, her aching core, or your mouth that was salivating and impatient to devour her whole. “ fuck baby, i almost forgot just how sexy you really are like this. “

she blushed, turning her head to attempt to hide into the pillows. a cheeky smile plastered on her face but quickly contorted into pleasure when she felt you place a light kiss directly on her clit, amazed at how easily you remember her body on the first try.

you noticed her immediate reaction, and repeated it a few times. when you say you want to kiss every inch of her, you mean it.

on the fourth kiss, you stayed still to lap up some of her wetness with your tongue. it darted inside her hole, but quickly met back up to her clit where you paused to latch your lips around it and suck gently.

the prettiest of sounds were heard from above you, loving the way she can so easily fall apart underneath of you.

you pulled away from her pussy, breathing heavily to catch your breath before going back in. your tongue licked up her slit a couple times, tasting every single drop of her arousal.

fuck, she tasted incredible.

you were starved of her for so long, and you remembered just how much you really had missed her. you wrapped your arms around her legs and lost all composure you previously had.

she cried out for you, no regard or worry about if the others could hear. they definitely can’t, and even if they did, they’re too drunk out of their minds to care or even pay any attention.

she sounded so pretty combined with the sound of her squelching pussy and your soft hums as you ruined her so beautifully. it’s what she deserves after looking so pretty for you everyday. it’s hard to resist every single urge that comes upon you daily.

you’d fuck her like this every minute if you could, though not humanly possible even if you had no restrictions on your relationship.

to make matters worse ( or better ), you slipped one finger inside her warm hole. her back arched and her voice cracked at a high pitched moan due to the extra feeling.

you chuckled against her after noticing her reaction, clearly the drought was getting to her.

she wanted to cum ages ago, she was going to, she might’ve. but she was holding out for as long as she could so you wouldn’t stop.

“ baby- baby, i can’t take it anymore. please! “ she breathed out, and her hand fisted your hair one again. it hurt. it really fucking hurt, but it felt so good to know you were making her feel like this. “ oh my g— “

and she came. she swears her vision went blurry while her high rushed over her. your face, chin, and hand were coated in her liquids as she squirted. you milked her dry, fingering her till no more spurts of her juices came out. she was completely and utterly fucked beyond any sort of comprehension.

she heaved, and laid there in complete silence, eyes closed and breath heavy. you pulled away from her completely, licking your fingers clean.

“ one more round. “ she suddenly regained her composure when you kissed her sweetly.

“ you got another one in you? “ you joked, admiring her ruined state and wondered how she’d be able to pull it off when she’s this tired. she nodded softly. all you could think about was how stunning she looked with her hair disheveled and sweaty, lips swollen and cheeks flushed a bright pink. fucking hell, you’re in love with her.

“ mmm, i owe you too don’t i? or do you not want me? “ she pouted sarcastically.

“ no baby, i need you. really badly actually, like right now. “ you started to hump her leg that was between yours.

“ ah really? “ she smirked and placed her hands on your waist. she guided you to a medium pace as you kissed her breathlessly. this is the friction you’ve been craving, what you’ve been needing, imagining.

“ wanna grind on mommy’s thigh? is that what you want? “ the way she spoke sent an indescribable feeling down to your already sensitive core.

“ mhm. “ you whined pathetically.

“ take these off, baby. let me see it. “ she tugged your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. her fingers toyed with your clit, eliciting pretty sounds from you that made her horny all over again. it’s gonna be a very, very long night.

a/n — this is for the anon that requested this prompt months ago but i accidentally deleted it😭 i apologize so i did my best to remember what it was

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #ryujin smut #kpop smut #ryujin imagines #lgbtq

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flowerandblood · 11 months

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Wicked prayers, sweet penances (6)

[modern! priest • Aemond x Strong • female]

[warnings: sex content, domination, religious guilt, incest, fluff]

[description: Aemond, a deeply religious person, enters the seminary, wanting to fight the thoughts, that have been poisoning his mind for years at the sight of his niece. He returns home as a priest, but the desire he has been running away from returns to him again. A story full of incest, sexual tension and religious guilt.]

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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After they confessed their love to each other, their case was already sealed. If either of them thought the other was seeing it as a fling and fun, their doubts were dispelled.

They faced a situation where every solution was bad. They decided that since they are doomed to suffer anyway, they prefer to suffer together and enjoy each other as much as possible.

For some inexplicable reason, this was a relief to Aemond. When he asked her honestly how she felt about everything that was going on between them, she told him that she was terrified, but at the same time she had never gotten up in the morning with such joy before in her life.

She told him, that she thought what she felt for him was worth whatever punishment she would receive. If at first she felt a little ashamed of her behavior, there was no trace of it now.

After that conversation, they started kissing again. Aemond didn't even pull his cock out of her, and after a few minutes he came inside her again, whispering in her ear that he couldn't live without her.

They realized that one mistake of theirs would cost them everything, so they were very careful not to meet in public. His niece did not approach him in church, even though his parish priest knew she was his family and often invited her for tea. She always refused.

Viserys's 70th birthday was approaching, which he organized at home, but grandly and with pomp. He invited his whole family. They both wondered how they should behave around the family. They wrote about it the evening before the event.

Persephone: Maybe it's best if we pretend you're still not talking to me? The sudden warming of the relationship can cause a lot of questions, and yet no one knows that we have been dating since my mother's wedding.

Aemond sighed softly as he stared at the screen of his phone, his back against the wall. He had to admit it sounded reasonable. He was afraid something in his eye would betray him.

He feared Aegon the most. At the wedding, he'd already noticed that he was watching her. He had to be very careful around him and refrain from any kind of glance in her direction.

Hades: You're right, that will be the best solution. Do you think we should say hello at the beginning?

He sent a message, and a moment later his phone showed that he had received a reply.

Persephone: I don't know. We can make it, so that I come to you and say hello, you answer me and we go our separate ways. That's probably the most natural thing to do. Will you stay home tomorrow for the night?

Aemond pursed his lips. He wondered what was on her mind.

Hades: I haven't thought about that yet. Maybe. And you?

Persephone: Me, Luke and Jace are definitely staying, because there won't be anyone to drive, while my mom and Daemon are drinking too. It's already arranged with grandpa.

Aemond had to admit that the idea of spending the night with her was tempting, but he feared they were putting themselves at risk. He thought hard, analyzing everything.

Hades: We'll see how it goes, my love.

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The next day, Aemond arrived home in the afternoon before the party was scheduled, because his mother had asked him to bring a few things - wine, flowers and a cake ordered especially for the occasion. Even though he was nervous, he was also happy that he would be able to spend the whole day with his niece.

As he entered the house, he saw Jace greeting his mother. They just looked at each other, Jace said a quick "Hello", to which Aemond replied the same. He headed for the kitchen, to put the things Alicent had told him to bring. His mother followed him, thanking him for his sacrifice.

When he entered the room, he saw that his niece, Baela and Helaena, were standing at the counter, talking cheerfully about something. When they saw him, Beala and she fell silent, his sister looking at them uneasily. He tried to keep his usual cold expression, but he didn't seem to be able to hide the twinkle in his eye at the sight of her.

"Hi." She said with an uncertain smile, her gaze warm. Aemond was silent for a moment, looking away so as not to look at her.

"Children, when will you finally start talking to each other?" Alicent asked, looking from him to her, making them both give her a shocked look.

"After all, you were inseparable as children. Forgiveness is very important, Aemond, whatever happened between you two, you should know that." She said clearly impatient with their behavior, which had been going on for years.

His niece shifted uneasily at the counter, suppressing the smile that pushed across her face as she looked at him defiantly. He thought he'd gladly slap her ass for making those faces. He cleared his throat, unpacking the wine onto the counter.

"I know, mom." He said calmly.

"Please, clear it up in front of us. I want everyone to be happy at dinner, and no one to have any misunderstandings or arguments behind their backs." She said, folding her hands in front of her, looking at them expectantly.

Aemond pursed his lips, wondering what he should say, completely taken aback. He saw his niece staring at him in horror, wondering if he would be able to think of anything fast.

After all, he couldn't admit that he hadn't spoken to her all these years, because he had discovered that he had fallen in love with her. He thought for a long moment, but on the outside it looked like he couldn't articulate the thoughts, that were in his head.

"After the accident with Luke, I wanted to take it out on you, for what happened to me. For the fact that it was your brother's fault. I wanted you to choose me over him, and you didn't want to take sides." He said finally, his jaw clenched. He thought, surprised, that it was partly true. He loved her and felt betrayed.

He saw her blink, feeling that he hadn't completely lied. She pursed her lips, looking at him in pain, apparently not realizing until now that he felt that way. She swallowed loudly.

"I… had no idea what to do then. I was furious with Luke, I didn't speak to him, but he was crying so hard. He's my little brother. I couldn't leave him. Or you. But I understand your anger, and I'm sorry that I let you down in some way then." She spoke honestly, with a slightly trembling voice.

Everyone around them looked at them in surprise, wondering what to do next. They didn't know what to do either, they turned away, ashamed. From the side it looked surprisingly natural, as if such a confession left them at a loss as to what to do with themselves. Alicent squeezed her son's arm.

"I'm proud of you two. I hope you're both feeling a little better."

After this short exchange, slightly embarrassed, trying not to look at each other, they helped the rest to set up food and drink. There were two tables in the living room, joined together to form one long table. No one was assigned a seat, everyone could sit wherever they wanted.

Aemond decided to stay away from her as much as possible so as not to tempt himself or her. His niece sat down with Baela and Rhaena, they were chatting cheerfully about something, apparently something related to their University.

Everyone stood up and sang a loud "Happy Birthday" as Viserys entered the room. He already had trouble walking and was practically bald, but fortunately he was under the care of good doctors. He still had many years of life ahead of him, under the care of his devoted wife, who made sure he took his medication on time.

Jubilarian sat down in the middle of the table, next to him sat his wife. Everyone took their seats. The only person who was late was Aegon. Aemond saw his mother lean out, looking anxiously down the corridor.

Half an hour later, the door opened. Aegon entered the house, kicking off his boots, greeting loudly. Aemond squeezed his eye shut, hearing at once that he was drunk. He got up quickly and go out to meet him, to see what condition he was in. He staggered slightly, his eyes amused and misty. He smiled and stretched his arms out wide for a hug.

"Brother! I have returned as the Prodigal Son!" He called out and laughed.

Aemond stared at him in disgust. He prayed for him every day, but deep down he knew it would take a miracle for him to stop drinking. After a while their mother joined them, the voice of conversations from the living room could be heard in the background. She dropped her hands helplessly, shaking her head.

"Aegon. It's your father's birthday. You promised me!" She spoke softly, painfully, not wanting anyone to hear. Aegon shrugged.

"I feel good. I'm in a fantastic mood. I don't understand, where is the problem?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, wanting to enter the room, but his mother stopped him.

"Go upstairs, take a shower, take a quick nap and come downstairs. I'll tell your father you don't feel well." She said quickly. Aegon laughed.

"I said I felt great. Are you deaf or what?" He asked in frustration, yanking her hand away as he went to greet the guests. He congratulated his father loudly on his birthday and started hugging everyone in turn.

When it came time for his niece, he looked at her appreciatively as she stood up to hug him. He hugged her tightly and she laughed, saying it hurt.

"You look beautiful, niece! Are you talking to my stupid brother yet? He's been staring at you the whole wedding party. I think he wants you." He purred softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Several people turned to face them, she and Aemond looked at each other in horror. They looked away quickly, red and humiliated. Alicent looked at her son enraged.

"Aegon! What kind of comment was that? What's wrong with you!" She asked, shaking her head.

"What? I know that in your eyes he is holy and I am divine punishment, mother. But the priest also has his needs, right?" He asked, clearly amused by the commotion he had created. Daemon watched him, he was stretched out in his chair.

"Careful now. One more word and we'll go to the kitchen and I'll cut your fucking tongue out." Her stepfather told him, looking at him calmly and menacingly at the same time. Aegon looked at him defiantly.

"He's been in the family for a few months now, and he thinks he's going to be in charge here. You're a guest in my house." He said pointing his finger at him.

"In my house." Viserys said, rising from his seat. "In my home, Aegon. Please, leave. I don't want to see you here tonight. Go to sleep in a brothel or some other place where you'd rather be, than with your family." He said tiredly.

Aegon pursed his lips, pale, furious.

"As you wish, father. I don't give a shit." He said, turning tensely, quickly putting on his shoes and leaving, closing the door with a loud slam.

Aemond felt his heart pounding hard. His mother was talking to him in a reassuring voice, but he was watching his niece, who was shaking all over, crying, Beala hugging her comfortingly. He sat down quickly in his seat, taking a sip of his wine.

He and she looked at each other quickly. He could see, that she was as scared and devastated just as he was. She sat down in her seat, still shivering slightly. He didn't know what was worse - that his brother said it out loud or that what he said was true.

Everyone returned to normal conversation, but the atmosphere was uneasy. Aemond watched as his niece got up, all pale, saying she was going to bed early.

She made her way up the stairs without giving him a single glance. He looked down, thoughtful. He stood up suddenly, his mother gave him a questioning look.

"I'll talk to her." He said calmly. She nodded understandingly and squeezed his arm.

Aemond climbed the stairs. He knew that she occupied the same room as when they were children, and she stayed with them during holidays and weekends. He knocked softly on her door.

There was no response, so he went inside. She jumped up, startled when she saw it was him. Her cheeks were still red from tears, she was crying again. He closed the door behind him, turning the key in the lock.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, scared.

He didn't answer, he just walked over and sat next to her on the bed. He pulled her to him, embracing her tightly. She immediately hugged him, pressing into him like a pillow, and cried into his chest. He stroked her head steadily, neither of them speaking for a long moment.

"You shouldn't be here." She said in a low, weak voice, sniffling. He kissed her hair tenderly at her words, pressing his nose into it.

"I told my mother I'd go talk to you." He said calmly, his thumb stroking her cheek. She looked up at him, their faces millimeters apart. His hand traced over her skin subtly and gently, making her shiver.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked softly, his voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to end it?"

She stared at him in horror, her mouth slightly parted, trembling. She sucked in a breath.

"And you?" She asked softly, her voice breaking slightly.

He looked at her in pain, not knowing what to say. His heart was constricting unpleasantly, he felt a stab in his chest. He had lied to her once before and hadn't seen her in years. He thought he was telling the truth this time.

"No." He said quietly, embarrassed and desperate for his attitude.

He moaned in pleasure, as her lips pressed against his in a greedy, desperate kiss. Their mouths caressed each other fast and hungry, with the wet, loud sound of their saliva.

He looked at her pleadingly, as he saw her quickly undo his pants. He couldn't say no, he needed it as much as she did. He helped her take off her panties.

She rose, straddling him and sat on him, pushed herself onto him slowly. They breathed into each other's mouths, their foreheads pressed together tightly, staring at each other helplessly.

She began to rise and fall on his cock, thrusting him into herself to the end, both of them gasped with delight, feeling this kind of closeness.

She started to move fast and aggressive on him, moaning softly, his hips responding brutally as they fucked, holding their faces together. They both panted quietly, trying not to make any loud noises.

"I love you." He whispered helplessly, looking at her beautiful face, red with tears. He knew it was all his fault. "I love you so much."

His niece kissed him deeply, passionately, squeezing his hair, pressing his face to hers.

"I love you too, uncle." She whispered into his mouth between loud, wet, dirty kisses. Her hips moved fast against him, his cock thrusted deep and hard into her, throbbing and swollen.

They flinched and stopped moving, when they heard someone come upstairs. After a second they heard a knock on the door. His niece wanted to get off him, but he wouldn't let her, holding her tight.

"Everything's all right?" Alicent asked in the hallway, obviously taken aback by the whole situation.

"Yes. We're talking." He said calmly, stroking her buttocks steadily. Her hazy eyes stared at him with horror and admiration at the same time. "Give us a moment."

"Yes... yes, of course." She said calmly. After a moment they heard her footsteps on the stairs.

It wasn't until they were sure she was gone, that Aemond turned her onto her back and began to fuck her with all his strenght, covering her mouth with his own hand.

They fucked like animals and their orgasm was animal too - hard and aggressive, flowing through their entire bodies. They stifled groans of pleasure, writhing beneath each other in fulfillment.

Aemond stared at her, panting softly. He knew that from now on, something would change between them.

"I want you for myself."

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MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE: An Insufferably Queer Film Review

I rewatched MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE (1987) for the first time since it came out last night and WOW I have some thots about this thing. We enjoyed roasting the living shit out of it but there's a few gold nuggets in there despite the brutal budget cuts that impacted the plot and what not.

Contains plenty of spoilers.

God bless Wardrobe

OK so … the film doesn't bother to set up any real motivations for the characters, and He-Man (an incredible looking Dolph Lundgren rrrowrrrr) has almost no dialogue which is such a fucking waste. But this complete lack of narrative framework means we can apply OUR OWN explanations to events.

From the very beginning Skeletor has this obsession with He-Man, which will simmer and then culminate in a final showdown. But before we get to that hot mess, we have to wade through the middle of the film.

He gets as much screen time as He-Man.

Meet the utterly repulsive dwarf scientist Gwildor played by Billy Barty, a rinse-and-repeat of his performance as an utterly repulsive magic troll in Legend (1986). This dwarf is the film's Jar Jar. His face is like a deep dish pizza after an acid attack. His real mouth is visible behind the immobile thick prosthetics and it makes for some truly disturbing close-up dialogue shots. Please, pan away from Pizza the Hutt and give us another shot of Lundgren's pecs please I am begging you, DP

We find ourselves in Gwildor's hobbit hole, and he's a magical inventor. So he has this cylindrical object, it's not clear whether it's a weapon or a teleporter but I'm calling it the Butt-Reamer 9000. Inexplicably, there are two of these things and Skeletor has the other one, and wants to collect both of them. So Skeletor has an excuse to go hunting He-Man as he's hunting his missing McGuffin, er I mean sex toy.

Features rotating ticklers, a big improvement over the Butt Reamer 8000.

The thing about the Butt-Reamer 9000 is its magical power to make even this promising setup devolve into a grind as it whisks the Eternians into the magical, enchanting world of a 1987 New Jersey parking lot. WHO WROTE THIS?

The entire middle of the movie is pretty much hot garbage and involves police detectives, arson, vandalism, high school prom, and other dumb bullshit. Aside from the distractingly naked He-Man, the good guys are an utter bore and include some Eternians, some regular Earth humans and their quotidian concerns which really brings down the fun of the movie. (No, baby Courtney Cox, I don't care about your imminent breakup with your mediocre boyfriend!)

The film owes a second mortgage to Star Wars and steals a lot of ideas from it, from bad guys in shiny black stormtrooper helmets, to heroes shooting blue lasers, baddies shooting red.

Let's turn from this depressing state of affairs and focus back on our cherished villain blorbos.

(L-R: Karg, Evil-Lyn our goddess, and Blade.)

Evil-Lyn is beautiful, evil, a cold bitch queen. Gurl you can do so much better than sticking with this loser Skeletor.

Dump! Him! He's gay anyway!

Skeletor is a shit lazy boss of Greyskull and makes Evil-Lyn run the goddamn place in general. He literally shoots the messenger at one point. Great for morale, there, Skel buddy.

Look closer. Fierce!

There's a number of budget rate henchmen on the job, including Karg, who used a whole can of aqua net this morning and is running around in a white fur capelet with a massive bouffant. He is just doing his best okay, really it's hard to look fabulous around these other bitches.

Blade definitely deserved more screen time

Also, Blade, who had a slutty costume of silvery scale maille or something, and was a bit like a sci-fi bondage Riff Raff / space Judas Priest. Best side character costume.

So, there we have it, the queer coded villain roster of the film.

This homemade collage is for sure taped inside Skeletor's locker at school

Note the gigantic brown eye.

Finally, thank Satan, we return to Castle Greyskull, though it's more like beige-and-brown-skull. But aside from the questionable use of faux marble finishes, this is a quality villain lair with hard points installed directly in the floor of the living room, convenient death pits, and an excellent throne setup that I'm pretty sure they recycled for The Fifth Element.

He-Man is captured alive and brought before Skeletor. Blade does the honors with a 15 foot glowing red bullwhip to He-Man's naked and oiled back, much to the delight of dyed-in-the-wool sadist Evil-Lyn.

Movie is getting good now. Was the side quest to Jersey really necessary?

Skeletor, though, watches this action from the throne and has a lot of interesting responses. We had to conclude that Skeletor is a big old bottom but won't admit it. As a dom he is utterly ineffective. He's trying to make He-man kneel and all this shit but He-Man is not submissive at all. Skeletor is … lol. He really just wants to smell He-Man's dick.

The depths (heh) of his bottom nature will become apparent shortly. But first, a costume change.

Skeletor's glow up --- i'm every woman.

Honey we know you're just trying to impress He-man.

Werk tho.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Hole

The gigantic sky-sphincter directly behind the throne has slid open wide… "Begin! The Goatse Ritual! Join me, He-Man, as I become LORD OF THE GAPE" But He-Man's phallic symbol shines bright in defiance. In the end, Skeletor is vanquished symbolically by his own nature and instead of his hole swallowing He-Man, a gaping hole swallows Skeletor instead.

They don't really explain what happened to Evil-Lyn after He-Man's inevitable victory in final man to man combat but she was too smart to get caught sleeping in there and must have survived. What a hot evil competent BABE. After the events of the film end, I vote that Evil-Lyn seduces Teela (the good guy solder lady) and has a hot toxic lesbian affair with her.

Evil-Lyn serves cunt in hell 4 evar

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Nice fanart

Another breakdown on Buzzfeed if you enjoyed mine this is even more gay headcanon

The movie is free on Tubi if you want to subject yourself to it.

ArmoredSuperHeavy, 19 Aug 2023

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Y'all want some... Astarion porn?

Title: In the quiet night

Tags: romance, smut, lots of feelings and hand-wrapping and noises and stuff, explicit, argument, slightly angry sex, mention of use of alcohol

Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav (both POVs)

Under the cut, because, y'know, porn.

warning: emotional breakdown in the tags

ok, so here it goes. hope ya enjoy!! :D

The night is turning dim in the hour before dawn. A canopy of stars stretches above, their distant light casting a gentle, ethereal glow over the campsite. Tavir is lying nestled in her bedroll, curled up in a ball, snug and warm. The muffled sounds of laughter and distant music swirling through the air from the lakeside are punctuated by the crackling of the dying campfire. The flickering flames dance like ancient spirits, their warmth still offering comfort as they slowly dwindle.

Drowsy as she feels from a little too much wine, her mind won’t allow Tavir to slip into peaceful slumber quite yet. Unacknowledged during the last few days, unbidden images of Astarion’s face emerged in her mind as soon as she closed her eyes; the outline of his lips in a wicked grin when he suggested she lie with him, the haughty look in his proud eyes when she refused; the way the moonlight caught in his hair tonight whenever she dared to steal a glance during the party; the way they were drawing circles around each other, watching each other out of the corners of their eyes. He must have found it hard tonight, amidst the many people mingling, chattering, and celebrating, to be the sole focus of attention and satisfy his seemingly unquenchable desire for shallow adoration. And so she saw, every now and then, a glimpse of his face when he thought that no one was looking. She was, and still is, inexplicably struck by the absence of the usual layer of callous nonchalance and almost indecent self-regard in his expression. It hits her, now that she is free to search her own mind for the cause of this unsettling restlessness, that something has been different for a while now…

Tavir tosses and turns for several minutes, trying to quieten the nervous movement of her fingers playing idly with a loose thread on her wool covered pillow, working through some lingering uncertainty.

What in the nine hells is going on? She told him: ‘No.’ And for good reason. ‘Too close.’, she said, and meant it. Too presumptuous, too cocksure of himself, too theatrical – and impossibly irritating. And she is too impatient for that. Having lived for years with no company but her own hasn’t exactly made her more willing to indulge people’s vanities and little manipulations. So why then this gleeful feeling at the thought of his face? His lips soft, close to hers. His voice, low and urgent in her ear, hands at her neck-

Suddenly aware that her heart is thudding, her eyes snap open and she can feel her brow furrowing. She stares angrily into the dim light cast by the dying embers behind her. Then, a low chuckle meets her ears.

“Aww, what’s the matter?”, the now familiar, drawling voice punctuates the otherwise peaceful atmosphere, “Bad dream? People making too much noise?”

Astarion is sitting on the ground not ten feet from her, lounging against an old fallen tree trunk, bottle in hand.

Tavir sits up, the warm cover falling from her shoulders, and looks back at him, annoyed and embarrassed. Her quick mind has a biting remark half formed, though she is still feeling a little woozy, when she notices the forced expression on his face: Sour-- trying, and almost failing, to fall back into his usual sneering tone of voice.

She stares.

“What?” He says somewhat aggressively, then leans his head back against the tree, eyes still fixed on her face. “Am I sitting too close?”, he scoffs, lips pulling up in a sardonic leer, failing to hide the genuine bitterness in his voice, although she can hardly believe it.

No one is watching now. His usually haughty expression still isn’t back. Instead – is she seeing this right? – the bitterness in his words is palpable.

“Why aren’t you with the others?”, Tavir asks, ignoring his rude tone.

He shrugs one shoulder in a non-committal gesture and averts his eyes.

She stares a moment longer.

He doesn’t answer.

“Why wake me, then?”, she snaps, about to turn her back to him.

“Oh, excuse me, my dear.”, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I forgot. I shall maintain a proper distance from now on.” He gets up, a little unsteady on his feet. But he doesn’t walk away.

They glare at each other. His thinly veiled criticism of her demand to keep some distance between them stings. What right does he have to question her wish? All newly blossoming tenderness for him quickly drains from her mind, to be replaced by the desire to gain the upper hand. After all, she left well alone. Every time they crossed each other’s paths at the party, she circled back, avoiding him. So, he noticed.

After a few moments he turns as if to walk away, but then reels back round and hisses at her. “Don’t think I didn’t realize what you were doing tonight! Discovered some new-found interest in the toy you threw aside yesterday, did you?”

“What?”, she blurts out, indignant, feeling somewhat trapped. “Don’t flatter yourself, pretty boy.” She puts venom in her voice. “I simply told you ‘No’. Hardly my problem if- “

“If what?”, he snaps.

In her anger and embarrassment, Tavir can’t quite bring herself to say it. Naming this strange thing between them would mean acknowledging it to him and how is she supposed to do that, when-

She splutters irritably, searching for an excuse, better yet, a defence, but he gets there first.

“Oh, perish the thought, darling. How silly of me to delude myself- “, he is back to his usual self, snide and aloof, but the anger still visible in the crease between his brows. “How could I ever presume that her majesty would deign- “. He trails off, stands apparently undecided for a moment, then walks back to the fallen tree trunk and slumps down on the ground, bottle raised to his lips.

He looks so genuinely hurt that Tavir can’t help but stare. She feels a strange remorse twisting her face and turns away. The tenderness, some sweet longing is still there, underneath the anger and embarrassment.

A few moments pass in silence.

He caught her unawares. She feels an unfamiliar vulnerability pulling at the corners of her mind. She tries to push it back beneath the surface, refusing to admit, even to herself, what is truly bothering her.

“Tavir.” He speaks her name in a voice so soft she wouldn’t even recognize it as his, if she didn’t know he was the only person close enough for her to hear.

She doesn’t look up. “What?”

He repeats her name, “Tavir.”, quiet and intent.

She half-turns and peeks at him over one shoulder.

“Come here.”

Tavir sits up, looking at him fully once more.

He beckons. His eyes are half closed, head leaning back, the ghost of a smile playing around his lips.

Tavir can’t supress a small grin of her own. But she still hesitates and quickly composes her face. There’s a gleam in his eyes now, a little wicked perhaps, but not dishonest.

She can’t help but feel a little gleeful. Her blood is still hot with the rush of anger and defiance, and it does nothing to calm this strange new desire for him.

She slowly gets to her feet and with a few steps has closed the distance between them, her torn linen skirt swaying around her hips a little more than is strictly necessary. She steps over his legs, offensively close, and plants her feet on either side of him. Astarion looks up at her, seemingly unperturbed. Tavir fixes him with a haughty look in her eyes, almost leering. “I hate when you act the cocky schoolboy, you know.”, she says, some trace of bile still in her voice. She places the ball of her foot on his bent knee and pushes down. “It’s so…”, she pauses, searching for the right words, and extends one hand down to him, allowing him to keep her steady as she lowers herself onto his lap, “…disingenuous.” She places one hand on the side of his face and moves her lips close to his. His breath catches.

“I don’t care for these antics of yours.”, she goes on, slowly and intent, voice more tender now. “This ridiculous façade – “. She takes his hand in hers and places a tentative kiss on it, measuring for his reaction. “I’ve seen enough of that side of you.” Her thumb grazes his cheekbone. “When you asked me to lie with you- “. His eyes are darting back and forth between hers. “- I said no, and I meant it.” She pauses. “I don’t want the façade. Astarion-” Her gaze wanders along the outline of his lips, then back up to his eyes, warmth creeping up her face. “I want to see you- “, she readies herself, “-bared.” His nostrils flare and he takes a heavy breath. But almost immediately his eyes harden a little, one eyebrow pulling up. His lips part as if to speak, but Tavir withdraws her hand from his face. Holding his hand in both of hers now, she turns it over and, in an adoring gesture, she places several more kisses on it, soft lips ghosting over his palm. Then she fixes him with a small smirk and takes two fingers in her mouth, sucking gently.

His other hand jerks up and grabs her thigh. He just manages to supress a growl. Tavir takes her time, fixes him with an insolent glint in her eyes, lets him feel the warmth of her tongue. Then, smiling up from under her lashes, guides his wet fingers down between her legs.

***

Astarion can feel the warmth of her body seeping into his blood. She places his fingers between the soft folds of her cunt and starts rolling her hips against him. He groans at the sensation, the brazen bare facedness of her lust. Then, the cheeky grin fades from her face. She closes her eyes and presses her lips tight, revelling in her own pleasure, her own mask slowly slipping.

She has put his own desire for her perfectly into words- to see her bared. What until a few days before was intended as a feat of self-preservation has, much to his astonishment, been turning into genuine desire. A little taken aback at her refusal to play along with his all-too-well practiced routine, it was only afterwards that he began to notice the languid movement of her hips, the cheeky glint in her eyes. But over the past few days, his attraction to her has been turning sour. ‘Too close.’ The words still sting. They made him realize how worryingly deep his little infatuation has become. He was slightly revolted at his own churlishness when she reminded him just a few minutes ago of his ridiculous pining.

But now, Astarion is not quite sure how, their little quarrel has brought her close after all, into his arms.

She leans her forehead against his. The smell of sweet wine fills his head, and he means to kiss the taste from her parted lips, but Tavir withdraws. His hips want to jerk up to touch her, rush against her. She digs her nails into the back of his hand between her legs and hums with pleasure, then wraps both arms around him, her body moving closer. He tries to kiss her again, hold her tight. His free hand grapples at her back, but she averts her face. Why is she pulling away from him? He can think of nothing now but the need to be closer; to feel her squirming beneath him, press his body against hers, only dimly aware how easy, how natural it feels to keep his mind from falling into its old habit of wandering. A low moan escapes his lips at the thought of pushing himself into her. He searches her face, seeking connection and drinking in her expression contorted with lust; but her eyes are closed tight with the obvious pressure building within her. He can feel her warmth over his aching cock, her wetness on his hand where he is caressing her. His fingers slip easily into her, and she gives a little squeak that finally and completely dissolves any will he had left to not lose himself in her completely. Struggling for some restraint, control, out of habit, Astarion feels his brows furrowing. When Tavir hides her face in his neck and he feels her tongue slipping over his neck, he reaches for the string holding his trousers, meaning to free his straining cock. He will feel her against him, one way or another. She sits up on her knees and pulls down his trousers. He grabs her neck, a bit too harshly perhaps, and holds his cupped hand in front of her face.

“Spit.”, he mutters, voice hoarse. Her eyes glint, dark with lust, and she complies. He fixes her with his gaze, takes himself in hand behind her back and begins to stroke up and down his length.

***

Tavir is ready to melt at the look in her lover’s eyes. The heady mix of prideful glee and lustful oblivion on Astarion’s usually so composed face sends her reeling with pleasure.

She has him there.

She reaches behind her, takes him in hand and slowly slides onto his cock. His hips snap up against her. Unwilling, or unable, to give her full control, he grabs her hips and pushes her down against him. For a moment, her instinct overrules her faltering resolve to not give every bit of intimacy so freely. She grapples with the sensation of him filling her body, filling her head, and she moves close to his face. His eyes soften suddenly. They stay like this, locked into each other’s eyes, until the feeling of him straining against her walls becomes too much. Even with the overwhelming waves of release washing over her, she cannot move her gaze from his when he comes.

The tension leaving her body, she slumps into his arms, head blissfully empty and a little woozy again. When she sits up and looks at him again, there is a yearning in his eyes, soft and round, that quite disarms her. She feels the urge to kiss him, finally, sink into the softness that comes after; she feels that all her pretence is stripped from her.

And then something snaps back into place.

She hasn’t even realized that the sounds of distant music and chatter are still in the air around them. The others are nearby, a sharp reminder that it isn’t only the two of them here.

The two of them?

What does that even mean now? Even with the feeling of his warmth still inside her, she still cannot quite acknowledge how much she yearns to give herself to him. He is searching her face hungrily, questions in the small lines around his eyes.

She feels besieged.

Tavir averts her eyes and gets to her feet.

She forces herself not to notice the puzzled look on Astarion’s face. She only notices out of the corner of her eyes that he is scrambling a little where he is still sitting, trying to pull his trousers up.

She can still feel the soft tingle of his cum dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

Tavir means to step to the side and return to her bedroll perhaps, or even to walk towards the edge of the forest. Just get away. Anywhere, now.

But Astarion grabs her by the wrist, and she turns back, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Tavir.”, he almost whispers, voice so gentle again, so earnest, she wants to stomp her foot in frustration.

Reluctant, she lets him pull her back. He holds on to her waist, holding her firmly in place, and looks up at her.

“Stay.”, he says quietly. “Stay with me tonight."

At last, Tavir gives in.

He has her there.

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Fic thots below the cut, nothing upsetting or anything but might not be interesting for everyone, and it's also Astarion's-relationship-with-sex headcanon territory and we all know this fandom just loves that so be warned for hot hot takes (not really)

I'm thinking of maybe like ... including a third sex scene in the fic? Like in the game there's 2 before his confession as far as I know/for my playthroughs, and one after the end to his quest (canonically, presumably there's more happening off-screen).

So the first time it's at the tief party, and they're both like ... dissociating and it's kinda meh in the moment. For Astarion it becomes more significant in hindsight, for Hira it's just another mediocre elf to add to the pile.

Then's the second time, and I think Hira's trying to actually be present, because they like Astarion just a little bit more and since he's inexplicably asking for seconds, they figure they owe it to him to at least try to make it less bad. And they succeed! It's less mechanical and perfunctory, and they put on their own "ough I'm a seductive yet sensitive tiefling who has feelings for you and you're so special" thing, which Astarion falls for because he has no concept of anything (and Hira's being extra nice because he's not really a mark of theirs), and he's like ... Wait this should suck more? Why does this feel kinda nice actually? And it's still not mindblowing trauma-ending sex, but the fact that they're so very gentle and attentive and weirdly loving is so new to him that he doesn't know what to do with it. (Nor the cuddling afterward rip in pieces)

And then I'm thinking that maybe there's a third time, in early Act 2, where Astarion gets suddenly horny and just sort of initiates without thinking, without it being something he planned beforehand, and feels terrible during and after because he's now using them for his own gain in more ways than one. Like when he sort of enjoyed himself last time, it was still in the mindset of "well I have to do this, I have to use them and if they insist on being nice, then that's their perogative." This time, it's fully just "hey, you turned me on and did a good job last time, let's have sex" and in his mind that's him using them again, but for sexual pleasure this time as well as his Simple Plan. And he doesn't know where his own desires begin and where his habits end, or why it's just them specifically, or what to do with the fact that he's kinda starting to feel things that he can't name, but this is still technically just a ruse. So right after he's like eugh ... Why did I do that? I should stop doing that, but why? My plan was supposed to work and it is working so why does it feel bad?

Idk. Does that vibe? I think it kinda vibes. I'm trying to fill in some blanks and add some angst where it feels appropriate.

AND HIRA OMG. Would have to write a separate post on their POV in this mess.

#bg3 #worsties to lovers #bloodsong #these are just thoughts btw #it will take months to get there in fic time anyway so like #it's all academic #but i have been rotating the idea in my mind #it's all just 'how do i make this sad but also weirdly heartwarming'#which is basically what i do with all my romances tbh ...

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smokeandcherrysoda · 24 days

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SFW 1 & 10 + NSFW 11 for Riverbaron! SFW 4 & 14 + NSFW 3, 4, 9, 12, & 13 for Lewrivman? 👀

Yyaaayyy my first ask on here wooo! Thank you lovelllleeyyyyy!!!

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1. Who cooks?

I think they would take turns. And whoever is home first would probably always have something ready when the other gets home.

10. Any pets? Plants?

If taken in raccoons count as pets. Then they have those from time to time till they can take them to a rescue. Kirby has definite cat vibes. So i think he takes on strays as well. And he does have house plants too! Regular ones and pot ones. 🤣🤣

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11. Favorite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

Baron's favorite thing is eating Kirby out and if he's not holding their thighs open he's holding Kirby's hands while he does it. Sometimes he just lets Kirby's thighs squeeze his head while they squirm, their fingers laced together as Kirby comes apart for him.

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4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

I think Kirby definitely fixes most of them. But it might depend on the house? If it's his house he definitely fixes it cuz "there's a knack too it i got it!!" But i do think he would team up with both the others as well. I feel like him and Win would work well together in fixing things. But with them and Gator it could go either way. Like sometimes they 100% argue while they fix things cuz Gator won't fucking listen. But sometimes Win comes home and finds Kirby on Gator's shoulders, Gator holding his legs, as Kirby reaching up to whatever needs fixing and getting it sorted.

14. Who is the highest maintenance? Do the others mind?

Gator 100% is the highest maintenance of the three. I think Win comes after him. And then Kirby. But i don't think any of them would really mind either way. Though Win and Kirby definitely tease Gator about it from time to time, especially when they're running late and he's STILL not ready.

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3. Any kinks they clash on?

The only thing i can really think of is that if Win and Gator enjoy rough stuff he'd kind of step out and let them have fun on their own. A little bit of rough stuff is fine, but anything more than like, being held down, they really don't enjoy. Definitely no hitting of any kind. Growing up in the places be did really just makes him uncomfortable with it.

4. Oddest places they've had sex?

I feel like for Kirby and Win it's probably out in his garage, cuz we know she cannot keep her hands off him when he's messy and dirty from work. If its all of them, i wouldn't even know??? But I'd guess maybe in the bed of Gator's truck somewhere. Maybe after the fair that night we talked about! Pulled off onto a dark field somewhere on a backroad.

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediately turn offs?

Kirby being dirty i think would do it for both Win and Gator. They fucking just, pounce on him when he's done after work.

Gator being efficient, like him being good at shooting, like if they go to the shooting range. And his over all efficiency with things. And how smart and observatant he can be. He's not overly vocal about it i don't think, but he sees things and will act accordingly and i think those actions in response to problems would really make Kirby and Win feel seen and loved by him and make them feel a bit feral.

With Win i think her boys seeing her play with her band would make them absolutely feral. Gator likes watching her drive her beautiful fucking car. And Kirby for some inexplicable reason loves watching her bartend. Loves the way she moves so fluidly behind the bar when she's moving and mixing drinks.

And i think on another level, when they're all high and cozy and feeling safe at home, that saftey and warmth that none of them have really felt before, kind of makes them all feel fuzzy and needy sometimes.

Kirbys turn offs are really just the hitting or violence. I honestly think Gator would only like roughness every now and then, and maybe wouldn't even like being the person doing the roughness. Unless he had a bad day maybe and just needed to get some stress out. I'm not sure about Win, i feel like she could go so many different ways. And it would really depend on her mood.

12. How are their afterglows?

I think they're very aligned in this and all get super sleepy and cuddly. Gator maybe the least cuddly, especially if it's just a quicky, but if its bedtime sex then its all cuddles all night. They just turn into a tangle of limbs and fall alseep.

Oh! And Kirby laughs a lot after sex i know that. Especially if its really good. Like the first time Gator makes Kirby cum he thinks he did something wrong cuz Kirby just starts laughing. But its good laughter. Just genuine happiness and bliss bubbling out of him.

13. Who's loud? Who's quiet? Does anyone try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Kirby's pretty quiet. Whimpers a lot. Little breathy laughs and sighs. I think Win and Gator would BOTH try and get them to be louder, probably by teaming up and doing all the things they know he likes. It works every now and then but he generally just starts whispering "fuck fuck fuck fuck" and other curse at them. In the rare cases he IS being too loud, putting something in his mouth shuts him up, usually a couple of fingers does the trick.

I think Win can be quite when she needs be but is naturally pretty vocal. Anytime Kirby uses their mouth on her though she has trouble staying quiet. A skill he teaches Gator. I think keeping her quiet would just be shoving a hand over her mouth, which i think would actually make her enjoy it more so its like, double edged sword type deal.

I think Gator forces himself to be quiet. Especially since he lived at home for so long and there was always SOMEONE around. So he had to be quiet. But i think with enough encouragement from Win and Kirby he would get louder for them. Especially if the encouragement was sweet words and gentle touches. He'd go a bit feral for it i think. For them. Both of them. As for keeping him quiet. I reallllyyy enjoyed the whole panties in his mouth thing you wrote!!! Thats definitely top notch silencing. I think Kirby would use their fingers in his mouth. Or just kiss him breathless when he's being loud until Gator is just whining into his mouth until he's finished.

Aaahhhhh i hope this is okay im not... i didnt wa a pressume about Win's wants and likes in the bedroom so i feel like i didn't write enough for her but i tried!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

#asks #ask game #oc: kirby rivers #lewrivman #riverbaron #oc: win lewis #gator tillamn x kirby rivers #gator tillman x oc #joz 💚

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elderflowergin · 9 months

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hot take on ha do-yeong:

he liked his wife just fine and enjoyed being married to her; pretty much all she had to do was to protect the family (and the family business by extension). park yeon-jin’s fatal error wrt to ha do-yeong was not in the affair or the bullying (which are both bad things, sure) but her total refusal to fix the problem. this is consistent with how she’s behaved all along; if he expresses any issue, she’s always turned it around on him (“your friends are acting weird” “why do you care so much about them” “you’re acting weird” “well YOU’RE playing go with my nemesis! YOU’RE cheating!” and he’s always walked away, giving her the impression that she wins.

so of course when he says come and sort this out because it is fucking up our stock prices, she’s going to flip it around on him again (and this time it’s on his lawyers, people whose vested interests lie in not believing her paper-thin excuses) except the argument is no longer theoretical and has consequences, and when push comes to shove she’s not capable of protecting her family or his family business.

as it stood the decision for ha do-yeong was very simple, and his wife gave him no reason to stay. the more interesting version of this story is: what do you do when you have committed to life with a monster who says she’s changed? if she rescued your stock prices with a stunning performance of redemption, if the affair was a one-time error? how hard do the burn scars hit you? but she never did it again. she slept with her high school friend repeatedly. but you love your child unconditionally and it was your wife who gave her to you. but then: burn scars on a completely wrecked shell of a person. counterpoint: the sex is amazing (counter counter point: what does that say about you?) and nothing has to change. but you’re sleeping next to a person who did that. men are quick to punish betrayal, especially of the sexual kind, but here’s someone who’s learnt to look at the whole picture, who is perhaps detached enough to do so. are we saying it still doesn’t marinate in your brain, making you wonder “what if”, pushing you to inflict minor cruelties on her, or worse, masterminding her controlled destruction?

tl;dr: ha do-yeong liked park yeon-jin, inexplicably! and jung sung-il should someday do a gone girl type murder show, just sixteen episodes of us wondering if he’s the murderer or not.

#netflix glory #gin text post

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chalkrevelations · 6 months

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Every time I think I'm just exhausted and done with it, something else comes up, and this time it's these quotes, supposedly from JoJo:

Bad people don't need to have a backstory. They're just born sluts.

and

Boston is such a fun character to write - yeah, unpredictable. He's like, he doesn't care. He doesn't have morals, so we just go with the flow.

(I've seen these floating around in a few places now, and if anyone can give me a source for the interview these quotes appear in, I'd be grateful.)

Which, if these are accurate quotes - number one, to me they pretty much spike any argument that the show was trying to subvert or undermine the slut-shaming and other judgemental, cruel and sometimes criminal treatment of Boston by the other characters. It also shows me why the undermining that they did do was to any character development and cohesion we'd seen from Boston throughout the first 11 episodes, in an attempt to make him as awful as possible so they could set the character and the BostonNick relationship on fire at a point when those two were communicating better than anyone else on the show. These quotes help make a little clearer the inexplicable decision to have him - despite his clear communication of his desires and where his boundaries lie throughout the show up until that point - be panting after random cock so bad that he barely remembers Nick's existence, let alone finds himself able to keep a promise he made to his romantic partner, and then lie about it. Because he's a slut, ya know, and he just can't control himself because he's just born bad, not like respectable heteronormative wannabe-monogamous gays.

Anyway, these quotes also put me in mind of Top's comment at the New Year's fireworks in Ep 12 when he tells Boston, "Don't compare yourself to me," which on the face of it is about the work he's done "earning" Mew's forgiveness (yeah, let me know how that goes), but now strikes me as also being meta-textual commentary. Don't compare Top to Boston, don't dirty Top by comparing him to the man he - and the narrative - not only decided in the very first episode was beneath him but also threw that attitude in Boston's face from jump. Top isn't like Boston - he isn't actually a Whore, he didn't really want to be a slut, he has trauma, that's why he does drugs, that's why he sleeps around - not like Boston, who sleeps around because he has no background, no backstory, no reason to justify it, he just enjoys sex and doesn't chain physical intimacy to emotional intimacy. Not like Top couldn't have settled into a monogamous relationship and had someone to sleep with every night, instead of getting tired of his own leftovers after three months, until he's healed by the power of Madonna Mew's virginal love.

Top bookends Boston's story in the narrative by slutshaming him, at the beginning of Ep 1 and the end of Ep 12, and in both cases, he's putting Boston down, stepping on him, to make himself look better.

But Boston is just a villainous chaos agent with no morals. So no, this isn't some subversion of how society and their own compatriots treat promiscuous or polyamorous queers. It's apparently deserved cruelty that's fun.

#how very mew of them #boston (of)#top (of)#the monster in the closet #only friends #only friends the series

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de-pointe-du-lioncourt · 5 months

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Thinking about my Durges. I have 5 of them and specifically 2 I have existing simultaneously (although I like to think about all my Tavs and Durges together and interacting, but I digress.)

Rambling below

Delirium, my tiefling who grew up an orphan on the streets of Elturel and didn’t have anyone to help her through the urges, giving into them often and honestly enjoying it. Becomes a warlock and fights in the Blood War mostly to satisfy those urges but also because she finds friendship with the other tieflings, particularly ones without families, who needed protection from the war that they were suddenly dragged into. She inexplicably starts having even worse urges and Fel shows up to get her to go to Baldur’s Gate.

Then Tavish, growing up with a loving mother and father, specifically a father who was a warlock of Bhaal and understood the urges, helping Tavish to overcome them. He lives a fairly normal life and despite his parents’ well intentions, all the work done to keep those urges at bay has made some wires get crossed, specifically causing him to think everything he feels comes from the urge, like his attraction to others. When he’s older, he makes his way to Baldur’s Gate because it was where his father grew up.

Him and Delirium meet, both Bhaalspawn, but very different from each other. She’s a little bit evil but perhaps after fighting the war she’s a lot tamer than she used to be. That doesn’t stop her from corrupting Tav slowly. They’re genuinely friends and consider each other family in a way, and she thinks she’s doing the right thing, showing Tav that giving into the urge isn’t always a bad thing. She introduces him to Gortash, who she’s been in a sexual relationship with for some time, they enter a weird little poly V, and all while Tav is getting worse, she’s getting better, more “normal.”

When they get tadpoled, it’s like all their slow and subtle personal growth skyrockets. Like they almost switch personalities with one another. Almost. Tav starts struggling HARD with the urges, after all those years of never giving in but then being told that what he feels is natural, he needs to kill. Desperately. But he knows it’s wrong and tries to fight against it. Delirium sorta just stops feeling the urges, or more that she’s killed so much it’s like she’s gotten it out of her system and can ignore it.

Another thing she doesn’t really feel as much is the need to do anything sexual, even though she still feels that desire. Luckily, she’s into Wyll who is the perfect gentleman. Before the tadpole, she was very sexual, and especially with Gortash, and the two of them brought Tav into their freaky little relationship and helped him learn about his body and what he was into sexually (which is. A lot.) But now Tav is hyper sexual and to his delight he runs into the priest of Loviatar and has a one off with Lae’zel and gets into a relationship with Astarion that starts with sex but evolves into something much more than that.

When they meet Gortash again, so many things have changed. Delirium doesn’t want anything to do with him but Tavish… is intrigued. He doesn’t remember him really, but Gortash knows all these things about him, his body, what makes him tick. But he’s in a relationship now and the want to do things with this tyrant is just one more thing he struggles with.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 dark urge #nsft #durgetash #tavstarion #tavwyll #the dark urge but as a metaphor for repressed queerness? yeah

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pedroisghosties · 5 months

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I've got to fill the void

(no outbreak!Joel x f!reader)

This is dedicated to all my daydreaming girls 🤍

No summary because it will lowkey ruin the fun, everything you need to be aware of is in the warnings (it's worth it, I promise)

Rating: +18 MDNI

Warnings: smut, established relationship, age gap (reader is in her mid 20's Joel in his early forties although it's never mentioned), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, not mentioned but reader enjoys being the stay at home wife for Joel, tiny bit of angst more for reader irl rather than Joel and reader in the fic, dirty talk, husband Joel, soft Joel, Joel isn't a dad in this, they're both horny and in love, no description of reader although it was written with a plus size girl in mind.

A/N: so here's my first fic finally, I wrote this with so much love and inexperience but here I am. Please lmk if there's a tw I should add.

Huge thanks to @xintothewoodswegox for being my beta and encouraging me every day to write something, I would've never considered writing (and posting it) if it wasn't for her, to @creedslove for also encouraging me and telling me that it's okay if I changed my mind mid fic.

You cursed to yourself as you walked through your vegetable patch collecting tomatoes, the rustling leaves on the ground and the branches of the trees above you swinging violently with the frigid air, the cold seeping through your thin cardigan and sending chills down your legs.

Wearing one of your flowy dresses hadn't seem like such a bad idea this morning with the sun burning hot up there but apparently the winter was trying to make itself present after 5pm everyday now.

Quickly picking the tomatoes and a few potatoes you hurried back inside, Joel would be back home soon and you didn't want him waiting for dinner knowing he always came home starving.

But first, you had to start a fire, the sun was going down quickly and the chill started to creep inside the cabin, having to cook dinner while freezing didn't sound too appealing.

An hour or so later, with dinner almost ready, you heard the front door open and the sound of some very familiar boots in the entryway.

Joel in his usual flannel shirt, jeans and boots combo was standing there, hair disheveled probably from running his hand through it one too many times and a frown on his face, although he tried to put on a smile for you as soon as he saw you come in his line of vision you were faster and quickly caught on his frustration.

You leaned against the wall, wiping your hands with a kitchen towel, “Hey there, handsome. Bad day at work?”

Joel let out a loud sigh and then a tiny chuckle, “I guess I'm pretty bad at hiding my emotions huh?” He was trying to take off his boots by stepping on the heel of each shoe.

You quickly approached him, arms fully extended at your sides in a horizontal position, signaling for a hug, Joel gave in immediately and buried his face in your hair while you did the same on his neck, both of you wanting to take in the smell of your lover.

It might seem silly but the love you felt for Joel was inexplicable, you knew he was the one for you. Ever since you were little you imagined marrying someone who you would be able to call your safe space, someone that would make you love your birthdays, someone that would be there for you through thick and thin, sickness and health, someone that would be nothing like your dad, simply someone like Joel.

Marrying him was the best decision ever, when he proposed out of the blue, in the middle of love making you thought it was a joke, something said in the heat of the moment but when you saw the seriousness on his face and the way he seemed nervous while speaking convinced you that it was real, it was finally happening. “This isn't how I had planned to do it but I couldn't wait anymore, I hope it’s okay with you?” You only managed to blurt out a “Yes!” before the tears took over. The next thing you knew he was quickly thrusting into you, getting both of you to an orgasm while he kept whispering against your lips how much he loved you, how he couldn't wait for you to be Mrs. Miller.

And two years later, here you were, happily married and with the house of your dreams.

Pulling away from the hug you took Joel's face in your hands giving him a quick kiss before saying, “Lemme make your day better by saying I made your favorite, you hungry?”

“Oh god, I don't know how I missed the smell sweetheart, I'm starving actually, guess I was too busy looking at my pretty girl.”

You felt his hand creep towards your butt cheek, kneading it and giving you a wink.

“Easy there.” you took his hand off your butt. “Dinner before dessert.”

Joel gave you a pout. “Always a party pooper.”

You ignored his complaints and quickly dragged him to the kitchen, making him sit on the kitchen table so you two could eat.

Joel as usual complimented your food, if there was something Joel loved more than you as a whole, it was your food, he would go crazy for it and well, they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and Joel proved that to be very true.

As soon as you finished eating you sent Joel straight to the bathroom, it was the weekend and Joel had surprisingly decided to take two days off so you wanted a movie night with your man before he went back to work for a whole month without break.

You heard the shower turn off while you finished the dishes. It didn't take long for Joel to come up behind you, arms around your waist, flush against your back and already dressed but his hair still dripping wet.

“Joel, go dry your hair, you're dripping all over me.” You could feel his smirk against your neck.

“Mmm, I like you wet baby.” As if on command you felt your arousal starting to stain your underwear, Joel had that power and he knew it.

He knew how much he affected you, everything he did made your hormones go crazy like a teenager with a crush.

Every time you saw him doing hard work you would find any excuse to ogle your own husband from the porch. While he cut the grass with one thin white shirt, drenched in sweat making it almost see through even though it was kinda chilly outside, when he worked on your vegetable patch being so soft despite him being a big man with hands calloused from the hard work he always did, or even just the domesticity of him helping you do laundry or the dishes.

You were obsessed with him and you knew he was just as obsessed with you, at least you hoped so, if the way he already had the front of your dress pulled down to roll your left nipple between his index and thumb was something to go by.

His right hand helped pull the other side of your dress exposing your bra-less chest to the chilly air, nipples going rigid, the fire must be dying down you thought to yourself.

“Joel, the fi-” He didn't even let you finish the sentence.

“Shh beautiful, let me have this, I'll fix the fire when I'm finished with you.”

You knew protesting was pointless, he was already pulling up your dress and sliding off your underwear and you would be lying if you said you didn't want it.

You had missed him, a lot, which could be considered ridiculous because just this morning he had fingered you while you jerked him off, promising yourselves that you couldn't take long because Joel was already late for work so touching each other was the best option.

But here you were again, both of you starving for more. The only sounds in the kitchen were your gasps and moans as Joel circled your clit, fingers trailing down towards your hole to gather some of your slick, quickly going back to your greedy nub, drawing circles making your eyes roll back, your head too heavy filled only with thoughts of Joel lolling back against his shoulder.

“Get my cock out baby, know you want it.” Desperate to feel him inside you, you reached back into his sweatpants, zero surprise on your face when you noticed he wasn't wearing underwear, it only made the whole thing easier.

Joel only let you give him a few pumps before he took over and bent you over the sink, his right hand in between your shoulder blades making you arch your ass and burying himself into you.

He stayed there for a second, giving you time to breathe but quickly starting a fast pace, you tried to find something to hold onto but the motion of his thrusts and the effect his cock had on your already dizzy head were making it impossible.

A hiss left your mouth, an odd sound after all the moaning you had been doing for quite some time now, Joel grabbed your chin twisting your head making you look at him, asking with his eyes what was bothering you, never stopping the motion but only slowing down.

“The sink is cold… here.” you tried to explain with your hands that your boobs were pressed against the cold sink, Joel quickly caught onto the problem and put a hand around your neck, hauling your body back against his, the other hand resting on your lower belly, this position was way nicer especially for your poor chest.

He dragged the hand around your neck back towards your tits, kneading one while he sped up again, hungry for his and your release.

His hand on your lower belly sliding down towards your clit, making twisting and messy movements against it, you knew it wouldn't take long for him to finish and he wanted you to be there with him, he was just as desperate as you.

Indeed it didn't take too long, you both were already on the edge, with his cock constantly knocking against that sweet spot and his fingers on your clit, it only took him a few more thrusts and you went over the edge, Joel following suit, a mix of groans and whimpers. Your legs shaking, threatening to stop functioning, thankfully Joel had a death grip on you.

Still coming down from your highs, Joel kept kissing every inch of skin he could reach while repeating praising words after each kiss.

“Always so good for me.” kiss “My beautiful wife.” kiss “I love you so much.” kiss.

“Joel baby, let me go clean up.” You chimed with a snicker.

“None of that.” he decided that was the perfect moment to pull out, his seed almost dripping out of you if he hadn't put two fingers inside, his other hand dragging your underwear up your legs to put it in its place.

“You're gonna keep me inside while we watch a movie like the good little wife you are.” you listened carefully “And when we are done, I'm gonna fuck you again while I'm still dripping out of you.”

With your panties in their place you turned around to see a smug look on his face, you only managed to give him a quick nod.

“That's my good girl, finish up baby, I'll go fix the fire so we can pick a movie together.”

With that he walked away, leaving you cock drunk and cold, you had completely forgotten about the fire dying down until he mentioned it again.

Three quick snaps in front of your face brought you back. Your mom looking at you as if you were crazy, she had probably been at it for a few minutes now.

“You okay darling? I've been calling your name over and over, you seem lost.” She was looking you up and down as if looking for any possible injuries.

You shook your head slightly, “Yeah mom, it's okay, I was just thinking about… stuff.” You jerked your hand next to your head, signaling your spiraling thoughts.

“Alright.” She still seemed a bit skeptic, but probably saw no use in questioning you further. “Come downstairs, dinner is ready, help me set up the table, yeah?”

“I'll be right there.” you gave her a crooked smile.

She gave you a curt nod and without another word she turned around and closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sinking feeling of reality washing over you, tears pricking your eyes as the shame took over, you were a grown adult dreaming about someone you'll never have but you couldn't stop.

Furiously wiping your eyes, you stood up and took a deep breath walking towards your door, your mom would start calling your name again if you didn't hurry.

It was fine, you thought to yourself, you were capable of telling what was reality and what was a delusion, you could manage it just fine even if every night you laid on your bed with sleep already clouding your head still thinking of him.

It was perfectly fine, this wasn't the first nor the last time you dreamed about him, maybe the next time, your dreams and him would come true.

This was written as a coping mechanism for my daydreaming and the emotions I go through when it happens to me. This does not represent everyone's experience but if there's someone out there that can relate and found this fic comforting in some way then I feel completed as a writer.

This blog will always be a safe space for sharing all the delulu scenarios, no judging, no questioning and thank you for reading.

✨Likes, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller tlou #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

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daysofourlivesrecaps · 11 months

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Tuesday, 30 May 2023

Some days (or some Days, I guess?) they move us from one set of plots to another, entirely unrelated set of plots that do not overlap any of the others in the slightest and we end up with a bit of whiplash. And this is exactly what happened today.

Xander checks in with Gwen regarding the newspaper that they co-own and co-manage. And look, I adore both of these very British, very pretty people. But I have an exceptionally hard time believing that they've managed to keep *an actual print newspaper* in business this long between the two of them.

Xander has heard that Gwen let the ad sales manager go, and suggests Chloe (with her background in opera singing and... whatever the hell she did at that fashion company) for the job. Gwen pushes back, suggesting that it would be unethical to hire Xander's current girlfriend. But Xander denies that anything is going on and Gwen concedes, figuring that she must have read that in next week's Soap Opera Digest or something.

Chloe is visited by Brady, who offers her that same nebulous job back at the fashion company. The company is not called Basic Bitch (Amanda: BITCH!) but is in fact called Basic Black. Because his name is Brady Black. Also I'm pretty sure their logo looks exactly like that of the rival soap, The Brave and the Bold The Bold and the Beautiful, but I have been unable to find evidence to support this.

Chloe says "nah, I shouldn't come to work for my ex-boyfriend. That would be unethical. Besides, Xander offered me a job that I'm definitely qualified for!"

Then Xander returns home and he and Brady glare at each other for a few minutes.

Over at the Kirakases...

We know, Maggie. RESTING IN PEACE. For christ's sake, poor John Aniston has been gone since November. When the hell are you people going to stop playing this game?

Justin, having heard that Alex lost his job when he blew that big deal, has come to plead with Maggie to reconsider. Because nothing says "I am a powerful entity in the business world" quite like having one of your parents grovel for forgiveness on your behalf.

In Chicago, Maggie's daughter Sarah is still inexplicably hanging out with Rex, the living embodiment of Crayola's Atomic Tangerine crayon. They're visited by Bonnie (a sort of working-class Anna) who immediately figures out that Sarah's pregnant (mostly because she's hiding it so very badly) and that the baby is actually Xander's.

Xander put on a clown mask and kidnapped Bonnie and Susan Banks (the woman, not our cat) in the events that ultimately led to Susan (the human)'s death, but Bonnie has somehow forgiven him for this and joined the chorus of people insisting that Sarah should just give him another chance.

And look, I think they were a great match. They were both quite sexy and extremely funny together. I bought their connection and I enjoyed seeing them together. But people keep gaslighting Sarah into thinking Xander didn't do exactly the awful things she dumped his Scottish ass for. And I wish they'd stop.

Back in Salem, Alex is stil moping about losing his job, so he's hanging out with Stephanie. Then Chad returns from Greece and gives Alex the same jealous bullshit that happened when their positions were reversed. It's a good day for dudes pumping up their chests at other dudes, I guess. But not in the sexy way, like you want.

Alex leaves them to their uncomfortable couch sex and takes off. In the square, he runs into Gwen and asks if she still has that ad sales job open. "You, a man I was recently fucking, would be perfect for this job and not at all an unethical choice! Unfortunately, the position is taken."

Then she pretty much begs him to get back in bed with her with her eyes (seriously, look at that) and also with her actual words, but he stands his ground on the whole "working on myself and the way I treat women" thing. Which is honorable and probably the right thing to do, but also I feel exceptionally bad for Gwen. Won't someone think of poor, horny Gwen?

Then Alex runs into Brady, who realizes neither of them really have a lot to do right now so he offers Alex the job that he wanted to give to Chloe. And Alex accepts, realizing that he needs to do something interesting soon or he'll end up being replaced by that exceptionally boring character that this same performer also plays. (Because look, he's a fine actor but he's not good enough to make me believe he's two different people who look and sound nearly identical and just dress a little differently.)

Then he returns home to his dad, his Auntie Maggie and his ABSOLUTELY FOR SURE STILL ALIVE UNCLE VICTOR, where he's offered his old job back. But he declines, because he's gotten a much better (worse) offer from Brady.

And honestly, as "dudes in therapy learning a little humility" arcs go, this was a pretty big moment for Alex! I'm proud of the beautiful idiot!

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