#‘oh I’m leaning more towards this fave!!’

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

#it’s Nanami Kento rn #i WAS going to say #‘oh I’m leaning more towards this fave!!’ #but I’m actually like lord farquad when he’s trying to choose his princess #so now I’m asking tumblr HA #crimsonkenjii rambles

[pascallatte]

Ay Pedritooo

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: Moments in which fans saw how good of a pair Pedro and Y/n is. 

Date: October 2013

Warnings: paparazzi cause they’re shit, age gap (still platonic, Are they though? 🤨), hitting

A/n: YAYYY new fic!! Posted this a little later than my usual time but at least I got to share this with you guys already. 😊

THE OFFICIAL COMPILATION OF PEDRO PASCAL AND Y/N L/N'S MAJOR SIGHTINGS OF 2013

P.s. Not really major sightings just those of my fave Pedrito and little ducky videos and the last one cause I like what he did despite hating paps.

Vid 1: A fan run-in while buying drinks at the airport. March 2013

The video began with the camera facing the fan, who seemed to be in a state of shock. She was seen gasping and standing stiff at whatever she was seeing.

“I’m not-“ she began gulping while covering her mouth in shock. “I’m not joking guys, I’m gonna fucking cry, Im gonna,” she tells the camera while looking at the same spot since the video started.

“Guys look, look, look, look, I cannot think of anything at the moment Oh my GOD,” she says as she flips the camera and the one and only Pedro Pascal was shown.

“Ask where they’re going, you might be on the same flight.” Her friend told her jokingly to calm her down.

“ Can I? Can I go there? Can-can I say hi?” She asked before hesitating and walking closer

Her friend nudges her and brings her phone up to record and capture her friend's sudden meet and greet. As the friend was seen walking towards Pedro, Y/n was slowly entering the camera and then stood next to Pedro before pointing at something from the variety of drinks in the freezer.

“Oh my gosh! oh my gosh, they’re together!! On a trip!! Ahh, Pedro’s here what do I do” the fan ranted as she debated whether to go up to them. Seeing her friend slowly panicking she tries to calm her down and warn her, telling her to lower her voice as they were a mere 5 ft away from them so whatever she was saying can be heard. And if luck wasn’t with them, it was evident, because Y/N was seen looking behind for a bit before pulling Pedro down to whisper something. Pedro was seen ever slowly nodding before looking towards the two girls and waving, making the girls release soft shrieks that can be heard in the video.

Gathering up her confidence, the fan walked closer and asked if she can take a picture with Pedro, to which he nodded with a small smile and moved them out of the way to let other people pass. She tries to hand her phone to her friend, but since she was the one recording and her other hand was carrying their bag she can’t.

A soft, ”I can take the picture for you guys,“ was heard before the camera pans to you who was already reaching for the camera with a smile.

ahh, y/n’s so sweet, and the way she told Pedro that a fan was walking up to him. girlllll! you be doing one for us Pedro girlies to imagine stuff.

In shock both girls can only nod and before they knew it a couple of pictures were already taken. The fan was seen facing Pedro to say something to him but she froze as her mind and body still can’t process that she was seeing her idol. 

Pedro who sees her state softly asks, “Hey, hey, are you ok? You want something to drink?”. The girl was only able to respond with a nod and shaking her head sideways to answer the second question. With that, the fan leaned closer in an attempt for a hug and to her surprise Pedro accepted immediately, to show his appreciation and to calm the starstruck fan down.

You were then seen on camera once more, but this time to return the phone to the friend who was recording before approaching the pair. You were seen trying to console the fan by telling her silly things and before you know it the fan got a hold of herself and was seen thanking Pedro and you.

Pedro was seen chatting with her for a bit more before you tapped him on the shoulder and told him something. Looking back at you he looks at his watch before mouthing the words “Wait for me,” before approaching both girls.

“Sorry, but it appears that our flight had started boarding and we really don’t want to be late, so if you could please excuse us it would be great. Also, F/n, thank you for your kind words earlier it’s deeply appreciated. Hoping we can cross paths somewhere again,” he said somewhat apologetically. The girls responded with short no’s and “it’s ok, we understand, hoping to see you soon too.”

The girls waved at the pair as they leave after checking their things out.

Vid 2: fans recorded a conversation between Pedro and y/n during their first trip to Amalfi Coast. July 2013

You were both sunbathing on one of the sun loungers placed near the shore on Amalfi Coast, you are seen laying on your stomach, in a bikini, reading a magazine while Pedro was sitting up, only in some beach shorts, trying to take look at the menu.

“Y/N!” Pedro screamed at your ear to grab your attention.

Jolting up, you hit him with your magazine and switched to lay on your back instead. “Ay Pedritoooooo, ¿qué quieres?” You asked him rather bothered that he interrupted your reading time.

Huffing, he looked at you through his sunglasses before handing you the menu. “I just wanted to ask you what drink you wanted from that stall over there,” he was seen pointing to the stall just a few feet away from them.

Turning to look, you squinted as it was too bright to see things clearly. Sighing, Pedro removes his sunglasses and calls out to you again.

“Hey ducky, look here,” he said to you and as you turned you were immediately greeted with a hand on your head and glasses fixed upon your nose. With a small smile, you lean up from where you were laying, to mess up his hair.

“Ahhhh, muchas gracias,” you said affectionately.

“ No hay problema, mi patito,” he said as he nudged you with the menu once again, and this time you took it and scanned the choices.

While waiting for you Pedro decided to lay on his own sun lounger, but not even a minute has passed since he’d lay down, and a lady was seen walking towards them carrying a tray filled with snacks. As soon as she nears them she immediately calls out to him.

“Mr Pascal? Am I right?” She asks

Confused, he sat up before looking towards their visitor.

“Yes, you’re right” He started out slowly and once it was confirmed it was him, the staff placed the tray down on the table near the chairs.

“Sorry but a friend of mine, who owns the stall at the very far end of the beach front is a really big fan of yours,” she said, rather ashamedly.

“But she’s too shy to approach you herself so she told me to tell you that she’s been a big fan of yours for years and she’s wishing that she can have the strength to come up to you soon,” she continued.

A little taken aback, he can only clear his throat before replying, “Oh thank you,.... for the support I mean.” He began nervously as he looked at you who was not paying attention to what was happening.

“Yes, thank you but you guys didn’t have to bring in the snacks, that’s a little too much from your end,” Pedro added while smiling up at the lady staff.

“No no, she insisted that I bring this to you for you to have a more relaxing day and she hopes that you’ve been enjoying your stay here.”

Pedro lets out a breathy laugh before replying with a small “thank you,” as he stands up and gives the lady a handshake.

Nodding the staff looks at him before saying a quick, “ Thank you for visiting our country Mr Pascal, hope you and the little lady have an enjoyable stay.” Then leaving all of a sudden.

It was seen that you perked up as soon as you were referred to as “the little lady”, so when the lady left you looked at Pedro, mouth agape.

“I’m a little what now?” You said confused.

Pedro began laughing at that and replied with a loud “Little Lady!! She called you a little lady HAHAHA”

“I mean she’s not wrong you are little, just not a lady.” he continued

Gasping loudly, you hit him again but this time with the menu, “If I’m not a lady then what am I??” You said with a small pout.

Laughing he pinched your pout, “ a duck, y/n, you are a little duck.”

You tried to look mad and offended but that didn’t last long because as soon as he cracked a small smile, both of you broke into a laughing mess.

Pedro was seen leaning down to rest his head on your stomach while being sat at the opposite sun lounger. You were still laughing when he did that so you opted on resting the menu on top of his head. That continued to be your position for a good minute and a half until you calmed down. You were seen ruffling his hair to make him look up at you before pointing to the menu in hand. 

excuse me! !Mr. Pedro Pascal, what in the heavens am I watching. The glasses, the Spanish conversation, the nicknames, the position they are in, don’t tell me this is just to fill in a person’s physical touch need cause ahhh I can’t talk right now. And y/n living every Pedro girlies dream right now!!!! Also, the staff calling y/n a little lady, when she didn't recognize her.

“I’ll probably just have my usual, thank you for asking me though,” you said to him.

“Okayyyyy, buutttt,” he paused as he moved closer, “to spice things up I'm going to get you something they recommend, how ’bout that?” He said teasingly.

A combined snort and giggle were heard from you before you pushed him away.

“Why’d you ask me to choose then??” You asked with your eyes peering up at him as he stood up.

“I don’t know just wanted to ask you in case you liked something different, but you didn’t so I’m gonna do it for you,” he said full of confidence.

Pretending to be annoyed you hit him once again before giving up, “fine, just make sure it tastes good alright?”

In feigned offence it was his turn to ruffle up your hair, “Of course!!! I know what you like remember, I’ll just choose something I think you’d like don’t worry.”

You were seen nodding in response before Pedro was seen putting on a shirt and then walking towards the stall.

From afar, it was seen that a few bystanders, surely fans, approached Pedro for some pictures and autographs.

Pedro is that one sibling that asks if you own the snacks in the cabinet only telling you that they ate them already, but Pedro’s not really giving sibling vibes if you guys get me. is it just me but I find it weird and a little creepy that someone was able to record this whole video and post it online without being spotted, like ever.

Vid 3: Pedro was caught by paps outside of a restaurant. September 2013

The flashing of camera lights are what greeted Pedro as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant. Putting on a smile, the politely waved while lengthening his steps for him to reach his car at a faster time. But that was deemed impossible as the paps blocked his only path towards it.

Softly sighing to hide his annoyance he looked at them saying, “good evening, if you might create a path for me to walk through it would be appreciated,” as he tried to make way for himself.

“Sorry guys but I don’t want to be late for this, I really have to go. Come back another time.” He said as he found a space he can pass through.

The majority of the paps let him pass but a couple of them continued to trail him towards his car, bombarding him with questions along the lines of “why are you in such a hurry?” “you just have to answer some questions for us.” “Pedro, Pedro, Look here!!”

I fucking hate paps, but this video is only here cause he looked good, he was kind enough to entertain them after he was bombarded, and that look on his face when the reporter asked about the beach trip video.

Sighing for the nth time that night, he stopped and told them that he would ask a few questions before having to leave. The paparazzi nodded enthusiastically at that and began asking him simultaneously.

“Pedro!! Here, is a question. Why is it that you’re alone for dinner tonight? You’re usually seen with a friend or family what’s up?” The man asked loudly

Looking at the man he shook his head before answering, “I’m assuming the friend you’re asking about is either Sarah or y/n and all I can say is that-uh, their both busy, as well as I am and me being alone doesn’t really mean anything.” 

“Here!! Look here,” the lady said with great effort. Looking to his left, he found the woman before nodding. “Pedro speaking of Y/n, have you heard of the rumours surrounding the both of you?”

And that caught his attention. It wasn’t that they were both inactive on the "World Wide Web", it’s just that they don’t really spend that much time searching themselves up just to find made-up stories and theories under their name.

Squinting his eyes he looked straight at her before asking “What rumors are you talking about?”

The paparazzi boomed at that question each of them answering the question on their own. Shushing the others he urged the woman to speak.

“ As I was saying, the rumours. The rumours that you guys are dating. It started after your trip to the Amalfi coast, a few months back. What can you say about that?”

With a knowing look on his face, Pedro can only shrug before moving on to another question. After entertaining a final question, he then ran to his car and drives away as soon as it started. Leaving the paparazzi with their own interpretations and theories on his answers and reactions.

A/N: Last compilation, for now, will post individual stories in the following days. also sorry for my shit Spanish, my dad did tell me I don't count as Latina cause I can't speak it for my life. Oh also let me know if you guys want a background check on y/n, it will also help you guys understand some points that were and are to be stated. don't be shy to message!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

[forever-rogue]

Hiiii beeeee

Saw you wanted some inspo, so from the sunshine prompts:  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜ with the sunshine being r and a grumpy Joel who’s very soft for her🥺✨

AN | Okay but this! Sunshine!Reader and Joel are two of my faves💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“If you keep scowling like that, it’s going to be permanent,” Joel shifted his gaze to you as you sat down across the table from him. He let out a small huff as you beamed at him, “oh wait - your face always looks like that. Pity, you’d be so handsome if you smiled.”

“Sunshine,” you could see that he was fighting back a smile as the corners of his mouth twitched up, “what’re you on about, coming in here like that, huh?”

You set your elbows on the tables and tented your fingers, resting your chin on them. Narrowing your eyes, you watched him closely for a moment before leaning towards him, “I’ve decided that you’re still handsome.”

He couldn’t hold back his laugh this time around as you sat back and crossed your arms over your chest in satisfaction, “happiness looks good on you, Joel Miller.”

“Well, sweetheart, how can I not be happy when I’ve got you buzzing around all the time?” he took a sip from his beer, long and slow as your entire face warmed up; he always had a way of making you shut right up, “you’re like a little bumblebee.”

“Ahh, I knew there was a softie under that tough old exterior,” you bounced right back and grabbed the bottle gently from his grasp and tipped some of the amber liquid into your mouth, “I’d almost wager that you like me.”

“That might be pushing it,” he threw his arm over the back of the booth, looking around the bustling cantina. He liked it here, liked this, liked you; it almost felt like life was normal. He supposed this was normal now…and it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. You finished off the bottle and pushed it to the side, drumming your fingers along the sticky tabletop. You hadn’t thought about exactly where this conversation was going - you’d just seen Joel and gotten excited at the prospect of seeing and bounced right on over, “you wanna get out of here?”

“Sure?” your voice was high and nervous and you sounded less sure than you’d intended on, “yeah - yes. What’d you have in mind?”

“C’mon,” Joel stood up and shrugged on his jacket, motioning for you to follow him. You wasted no time in following, not immune from the titters and stares from the other patrons. Jackson was big, all things considered, but people still had nothing better to do than gossip, “ignore them. They’ll talk either way. S’long as you don’t mind that is…”

“I don’t care,” you promised, falling into step with him and trekking into the cool evening air. The chill was more than you’d expected and a shiver ran down your spine immediately. You hadn’t said anything and decided to try and not let him see how cold you were so he wouldn’t suggest just going home. But Joel caught onto you immediately and took his catch off and draped it around your shoulders before you could protest. Butterflies fluttered your tummy at the kind gesture, “thank you.”

“Can’t have you freezing on me,” he said gruffly but you knew exactly how he meant it. 

“Much obliged,” you teased, “where is it that you’re taking me? This is how I’m going to get murdered? 

“You think I’d really make that obvious if I was going to take you out to get murdered?” he tutted in amusement as you followed him through the quiet and deserted streets of Jackson, “c’mon, at least fifty people saw us. It’d be like I was wanting to get caught.”

“I dunno, I’m not a murderer I wouldn’t know what I’d do,” you grinned as you tucked your hands into the pockets of his jackets, his smell all around you, warm and comforting, “but thank you for the reassurance. Besides, we both know you’d miss me if I was gone.”

He slowed for a moment and you could feel his arm brushing against yours as he looked at you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing you’d probably just be left such a bumbling mess, “yeah. I would miss you.”

You made a small sound of content before nudging his arm right back, “I’d miss you too.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as he continued to lead you towards the outskirts of the Jackson. After walking a few more minutes you eventually made it up a small hill where the trees were cleared and you had a clear view of the starry night sky. You looked up in awe; you hadn’t bothered to look up in so long, that you hadn’t even realized just how beautiful the sky was. 

“Wow,” there was a giant smile on your face, and while you were always beautiful, Joel couldn’t help but think there was something even more magical than normal about you tonight, “it’s beautiful out here. The sky - it’s all so clear.”

“I found this spot a while ago,” he admitted as he took a seat on the ground and patted the space next to him, “it seems so obvious but it’s just out of the way enough that people don’t come here often. I like to come here to think sometimes.”

“Well thank you for sharing it with me,” you sat down next to him, keeping a small distance between your bodies with your knees just touching, “consider me honored.”

“Hmm,” the two of you sat in silence for a while; with anyone else you would have considered it awkward but with him it was just so…comfortable. That’s one of the many things that you liked about Joel - everything felt so easy with him, “you think awfully loud for someone so quiet.”

“I’m not…shut up,” you groaned without malice, hiding your face in your hands, “you are too perceptive sometimes, Joel Miller.”

“That’s just what I do,” he enjoyed getting you all flustered and caught off guard. People were usually much more honest that way, “you want to tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly after a few moments. 

“Don’t know what you’re thinking about or if you want to tell me?”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you,” you shifted slightly so you were facing him, allowing yourself a single peek at those pretty brown eyes of his. You found nothing but gentle curiosity peering back at you, “‘cause I’m scared that you won’t like what it is.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, sunshine,” he promised and you were almost positive that he was being honest, “I don't think even if you confessed that you were secretly a murderer I’d adore you any less.” 

Adore you. That made you feel so warm and fuzzy that your brain almost combusted. You opened and closed your mouth a few times while trying to decide exactly what to say and how to say it. 

“I, umm…I was just thinking about how much I like you…spending time with you,” you managed to choke out after a couple moments of quiet contemplation. You felt like a teenager with an awkward crush right then, rather than a grown woman. Joel’s mouth ticked up in a small smile as your face felt like it was on fire, “this is nice. And um, I guess I’m saying that I…like you…like you.”

“Mhmm,” he was loving this, and you could tell. At least he wasn’t yelling at you and didn’t seem disgusted, “so what you’re saying is that you have a crush on me?”

“I-I…it’s not a crush,” you squeaked out, which only caused him to laugh, “ugh, you’re so insufferable Joel Miller.”

“Yeah, but you like me,” he grinned as you rolled your eyes, “c’mon sunshine, it’s fine to admit. It’s all out in the open.”

“Well, my feelings are out in open,” you raised an eyebrow at him, “you could share with the crowd or tell me to fuck off and leave. Or we could both pretend that none of this ever happened.”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Well duh,” you answered, “it’s basically the law that you have to tell me now.”

“Sunshine, you’re not dumb,” he mirrored your position and leaned in, leaving only a small distance between your bodies. You could feel his warmth radiating onto you, “I wouldn’t give just anyone my jacket after all. I like you, like you too.”

“Oh gross,” you laughed softly, “that���s super gross. Feelings.”

“They’re the worst,” he agreed and you leaned in towards him, wanting, wanting, wanting.

“I think, Joel Miller, that you should express those feelings and kiss me,” your entire body was practically vibrating with excitement as you leaned and closed the little bit of remaining gap between the two of you. Joel effortlessly took over, his hand gently finding your face as he kissed you slowly, but deeply and with meaning. You weren’t sure what kind of feeling you had been expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. 

You’d had your fair share of first kisses but this was, by far, the best one yet. You didn’t want it to end, only parting from him reluctantly when you were both breathless. He pressed his forehead to your and laughed softly, “how was that?”

“Super gross,” you beamed at him, warm and soft, before stealing a few more soft and gentle kisses, “I love it.”

“You’re something else, sunshine.” his hand slid to your neck and he gently traced his fingers over your soft skin, “I definitely like you.”

“Yeah, I definitely kinda like you too,” you whispered, wrapping your fingers tenderly around his wrist, “was this your plan all along?”

“Hmm, not entirely,” he confessed, “I just want to get you out here to enjoy the view. You just happen to have no poker face, so I wanted to see if you’d finally say anything.”

“You could have said something too!” you shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek, “you’re just as bad.”

“I would have said something eventually but you beat me to it…”

“I was coerced into it!”

“It was voluntary,” he insisted, “and you know it.”

“Yeah well…fine,” you agreed, “just shut up and kiss me again.”

“Now that I can do, sunshine. With pleasure.”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x sunshine!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal

[sunnyangy]

After school treat 🍃

- Umemiya

or any of your faves <3

The heat of the sun was burning your skin as you sat on your desk in your class, next to the window. The class was boring, and you didn’t even understand what the teacher was trying to explain. But you knew that soon, the bell would rang and you could get out of this class. You couldn’t wait to get home, and finally relax after this hard day of class and chores at Fuurin High. Today you didn’t do much saving, but more like washing off graffitis on the walls. After around 10 minutes, the bell finally rang. Everyone got up and started gathering their things, you included. You put all of your belongings in your bag, and got out of your class. You walked towards the stairs, but you suddendly felt arms get around you, as a weight was like dropping on your back. And you heard a familiar voice : your boyfriend’s voice. Umemiya’s voice. He laughed against your ear as he hugged you close, before kissing your temple and making you turn towards him.

« How was class love ?? » he asked you with his usual big smile, looking adorable, even if you had to look up to meet his gaze. He put his hands on your cheeks before giving you a quick peck, without giving tou time to answer. He then grabbed your hand, and walked towards the stairs.

« Was good but pretty boring towards the end » you answered, with a soft sigh as you interlocked your fingers with his. He looked at you, and smiled.

« From what I heard, you did a good job today ! I’m proud of you ! » he said with a bigger smile, ruffling your hair with his other hand. You made your way out of the school, as you two walked towards the center of the city, where all the stores were located. Your hands were moving back and forth between you, as you walked towards the mall. Firstly, you went to a clothes store. You picked many items with Umemiya’s help, before going to try them all as he watched and gave you his opinion. But if you listened to him, you should take everything because everything suits you so well. You ended up taking a dress and some shirts, one of them being Umemiya’s choice and gift. He also took some jeans and a shirt for himself, that you also helped to choose. You then went to a media store, where you looked at games, CD albums, mangas, anything you found. You got some mangas, as Umemiya got some books on plants and vegetables. After paying, Umemiya brought you to an ice cream shop, and got you a vanilla cone, and a chocolate cone for himself. You two sat on a bench, your bags put to the side. He had an arm around your shoulders, and was eating his ice cream as he explained to you « why tomatoes should be in direct exposure to the sun ». You didn’t understand everything but you were happy that he was sharing his passion with you, as his eyes were shining and his smile was one of the cutest. He finished his cone faster than you, and kept talking. As you ate the last piece of the ice cream, you wiped your mouth and hands with the napkin, before putting your hands on his cheeks. You looked in his eyes for a split second, but you had time to see the surprise in his eyes as you kissed him lovingly. He smiled in your kiss as he leaned in too, kissing you deeply and full of love. He then pulled back, looking at you with a loving gaze. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, before softly telling him

« Thank you for the treat, Umemiya. »

He smiled even more and pulled you in a hug, a hand in your hair and the other on your back.

« You’re welcome princess ! »

Oh how adorable Bofuurin’s leader is. You know this isn’t the first or the last time he’ll take you out and give you a treat, as you, his precious princess, deserves it.

y’all i love Umemiya so much you don’t even understand HE’S THE SWEETEST HE’S MY MANNNN

#fluff #anime fluff #hajime umemiya #umemiya hajime x reader #umemiya #wind breaker #windbreaker #windbreaker umemiya #umemiya fluff #windbreaker fluff #windbreaker x reader #i want to be windbreaker’s official writer

[sapphire-writes]

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

previous part 4 // next part 6 // series masterlist

summary: Breakfast with Baela spilling all the dirty details about last night. And what are you and Aemond anyway? Enemies with Benefits? warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (explicit sex, degrading language, choking) word count: 2.5k note: your fave academic rivals are back at it again, hope you enjoy loves!

There is something inherently magical about the dining hall on a Saturday or Sunday morning. The way groups of friends trickle through the doors, piling their plates with eggs and bagels, reuniting with each other after the antics of the previous nights. Some wore the same outfits they had on when they arrived at frat row, others in sweats and sunglasses. 

You wore the latter. 

It would be hard to deny that there was something going on between you and Aemond Targaryen as you walked into the dining hall clad in his signature black hoodie. The fabric engulfed your frame, the red etching of Fire & Blood across the front the only pop of color. Stomach growling you made your way to the line for eggs. 

“Excuse me,” a familiar voice says, causing you to turn.

Baela’s eyebrows have nearly disappeared in her hairline as she scans your outfit.

“No fucking way,” she says in disbelief, “no way are you hooking up with your arch nemesis.”

“He’s hardly my arch nemesis,” you counter, face flushing.

“You once told me you wanted to behead him,” Baela argues, flicking your shoulders, “and now you’re giving him head-”

“BAELA,” you say her name through your teeth.

“It’s my cousin, and it's gross,” Baela says, but her smile is teasing, “absolutely foul of you.”

“You’re so rude,” you say through a giggle, “What about you and Jace? You two hook up?”

“Oh, you are not changing the subject that easily,” Baela says, grabbing her plate. 

You walk towards a table, plopping yourselves down. 

“Do you really want to know the dirty details? He is your cousin after all,” you ask, fidgeting with the hoodie string. You hope most of the hickies are covered, you didn’t check before leaving. Aemond had told you to go one ahead, he had some last-minute school work to finish. 

You and he had quite the eventful night after the hookup at the frat.

“Of course, I want the dirty details,” Baela says, taking a bite of toast.

“Okay,” you say, breathing shakily.

Baela waits with anticipation, leaning forward.

“It’s really good, insanely good like I can’t even believe it’s real good,” you tell her, causing her to squeal with excitement.

“Where, how, when, what the fuck?” Baela says laughing.

“The first time in the study room after you left,” you tell her.

Baela’s jaw drops.

“In the fucking library?” Baela hisses, “you’re a goddamn pornstar.”

“That’s not the worst,” you groan, placing your head in your hands, “last night at the frat, literally on a couch. Jason Lannister fucking walked in on us.”

“You’re fucking joking,” Baela says but you shake your head, “what has happened to you?”

“I’m like possessed,” you tell her, “he fucking does something to me.”

Baela nods as if she understands you completely.

“That’s fabulous,” she tells you, “entering your slut era, and I am here for it.”

“Just with him though,” you tell her, taking a bite from your plate, “I’m not hooking up with anyone else.”

“Is he?” Baela asks.

“Nope,” you tell her, “just me.”

“So what are you doing exactly?” she asks, “like enemies with benefits? Are you dating?”

A flash of worry enters your mind. What are you doing? You didn’t really talk about it outside of only sleeping with each other. Did you want to date Aemond?

You chew your lip, thinking. Baela drops her fork and it clatters against her plate.

“Girl you better figure that shit out,” she tells you, “define the relationship, and fast.”

You nod furiously.

“But back to the sex,” she says, lacing her fingers together, “tell me more pleeeease.”

You laugh, shaking your head. 

“It’s just perfect,” you tell her, “like the way he talks to me during it..”

“What does he say?” Baela asks, eyes wide.

“So many things,” you tell her, “and he does this thing with his tongue-”

Baela’s eyes shift behind you.

“HEY AEMOND,” she says, much too loudly and cheerfully. 

Your jaw drops as Aemond slides into the booth next to you, his leg brushing against yours. If he’s heard any of the conversations, his expression gives nothing away.

“Baela,” Aemons says politely, before turning to you, “morning Y/N.”

“Morning,” you reply, sure that your face resembles that of a tomato. 

“What’re you ladies chatting about?” Aemond asks, taking a sip from the mug of coffee he brought with him. 

“So many things,” Baela teases, eyes flickering to you, “I hear you’re banging my bestie.”

You choke on your food. Aemond’s eyebrows knit together in concern as he places a hand on your back, patting firmly as you cough. 

“Jesus Christ Baela,” you hiss. 

Aemond only chuckles as Baela smirks, sitting back and crossing her arms.

“You know, I should be furious,” she tells you both.

“Really?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath.

“Surely family members are off limits,” Baela says, “but you two are cute together, so I’ll allow it.”

Your cheeks are burning as you look at Aemond. Together. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t correct Baela; he simply takes another sip of coffee. Baela flicks an eyebrow, smiling down at her plate. She was clearly testing the waters. 

“So what’re your plans for today?” Baela asks.

“Um, not sure,” you tell her, “I should get some lit reading done, to be honest.”

“Mind if I crash?” Aemond asks, glancing at you sideways. 

He’s holding his mug to his lips, taking another sip. But his other hand has crept onto your knee, traveling up your leg. You swallow hard as his long fingers wrap around the meat of your thigh.

“Yeah of course,” you tell him, watching his mouth quirk up into a smirk.

“Works for me,” Baela says, finishing her breakfast, “the room’s all yours.”

“You’re not coming back?” you ask, your heart suddenly beating faster. 

Baela has been your roommate since freshman year. She smiles at you knowingly.

“I’ve got plans with Jace,” she tells you, getting up, “won’t be back for hours. Might sleep over his.”

Your mouth drops open in surprise.

“You didn’t tell me!” you accuse, frustrated at missing out on the dirty details of Baela’s night.

Baela only winks at you.

“Fill you in later, have fun cuz,” she says nodding to Aemond before departing. 

Aemond raises a brow at you, but you simply smile at him finishing your breakfast.

Soon after, you’re escorting Aemond to the dorm you share with Baela. 

“Home sweet home,” you tell him, opening to the door.

It’s almost comical watching him enter the room, having to lean down to make it through the door frame. He inspects your comforter, the cute knick-knacks on your shelves, and the stack of books on your desk. 

“Nice,” he says, picking up your copy of Jane Eyre. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, sitting on the bed, “so what homework are you doing?”

“Oh we’re not doing work,” he tells you, causing you to frown.

“Aemond, I told you I don’t want this getting in the way of my studies.”

“And it won’t, but we have to talk about something first,” he says.

Your heartbeat has increased, and your mouth has gone dry.

“About what?” you ask. 

Aemond looks at you, scanning your body. You swear you watch his pupils dilate as his gaze roams over the hoodie you wear. 

“You told Baela something,” he says, walking closer to you, “something about my tongue?”

You blush furiously.

“That’s just girl talk you weren’t supposed to hear,” you mumble, embarrassed.

“I liked what I heard,” he says, taking your cheek in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Yeah?” you whisper.

Aemond answers with a kiss, open-mouthed, and immediately enters your mouth with his tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands skirt down your ribs, resting on your hips. You moan against him, feeling his thick cock already hard and eagerly pressing against your center. His hands move to remove his sweatshirt, finding you only in a lacy green bra underneath. He groans bringing his mouth to kiss the tops of your breasts as his hands work the clasp on your back.

You throw your head back as your breasts become free and he takes on in his mouth sucking greedily while fondling the other with his hand. His fingers tweak at your nipple while his teeth graze the other, every nerve ending in your body alive and burning with need. Aemond switches his attention, leaving sharp lovebites in his wake, as you tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He kisses you once more, before pulling you off of the bed. You’re confused for a moment until he lays down on his back.

“Hop on,” he says, motioning.

You remove your pants, before you move to straddle his waist, when he stops you, hands on your thighs.

“What?” you ask him.

“Up here,” he pulls at your legs, jerking his chin, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Your heart falls into your stomach, and you can feel your clit pulse at the thought.

“Are you sure?” you ask, biting your lip.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything ever,” he assures you, slapping the back of your thigh impatiently.

“Okay,” you say nervously, moving up toward his face.

You can feel his breath against your center, cooling against the wetness that is already there. Your thighs shake as you feel him press his nose against you, the tip of his tongue spreading through your folds. You brace yourself against the wall, your forehead nearly resting against it. Aemond hums against you, sucking on your clit.

“Oh shit,” you moan, thighs clenching around his head.

Aemond groans, hands digging into your ass, before moving up to your hips.

“I said sit,” he growls, pressing you fully on his face. 

Your nerves take over momentarily as you press down on his face before Aemond truly begins his delicious torture. His tongue flattens against you, sucking harshly on your clit tearing a strangled moan from the back of your throat. His hands slap harshly against your ass, as you feel his tongue work its way inside you. Fuck how long is his tongue?

It feels so fucking good as you grind your hips against him, riding his face as he fucks you with his tongue. Incoherent moans spill from your lips, cheek pushing into the wall. You’re sure your neighbors hate you if they’re home but you can’t find it in you to care. His nose brushes against your clit and you’re shaking above him and he holds tight as your orgasm crashes over you. 

“F-fuck,” you whimper, trying to get off of him, incredibly sensitive.

“Uh-uh,” he hums against you, slapping your asscheeks once more.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg as the coil in your stomach is already winding tightly once more as he thrusts his tongue inside you.

It's firm and warm and presses into you just right as you circle your hips around it, fucking his tongue like it's his cock. 

“Oh god, oh fuck Aemond,” you nearly sob as you come undone again.

Only then does he release his grip, maneuvering your body off and onto the bed. You’re laying on your back, blinking the stars from your eyes as he removes his clothes and connects his lips with yours. You moan as you feel the wetness on his chin and mouth, taste the ecstasy of your release. His cock is hard and demanding, pressing against the softness of your inner thighs. 

Aemond lays beside you, turning so your back is flush against his chest. He lifts your, sliding effortlessly inside you, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Aemond snakes a hand between your breasts, bringing it to rest against your throat, with just enough pressure to make you whine.

He slams his hips into you, turning your face to kiss you once more as he continues to pound into you. The angle makes your walls squeeze against him, your pussy a vice taking him in and out. The noises in the room are obscene, wet slapping sounds and your mewling echoing throughout the small room. 

“Fuck I love this pussy,” he growls, kissing the side of your face down to your neck.

“Oh fuck,” is all you can say, the pleasure nearly blinding you.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he praises, “taking my cock so fucking well. Fucking made for me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, feeling him smirk against you.

“So pretty like this,” he purrs, “just my pretty little slut, huh?”

You moan, pussy clenching around his cock. Aemond turns your head towards him, fingers firmly holding your jaw. 

“Say it,” he tells you, his brutal pace unrelenting. 

“Aemond,” you whine.

“C’mon baby, be my good girl,” Aemond croons, holding your chin in his hand, “prove to me you’re a good girl, huh?”

You’re staring at him, nearly too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence. But the way he looks at you, the way his cock is sliding in and out of you, pushing against your sweetest spot; it makes your body grow hot with need, the need to please him.

“I’m your pretty little slut,” you whimper.

Aemond’s smile is ravenous, a wave of confidence overtaking him. 

“Yeah you are,” he says, rewarding you with a kiss, “Come all over my cock baby, that’s a good girl.”

Your moans reach a new pitch as you clench down on him, milking him for all he’s worth. Aemond groans, biting into your shoulder as he paints your inner walls with his cum. His pace begins to slow as you both come down from your orgasms, keeping your bodies intertwined. 

Aemond presses a tender kiss to your shoulder as you try to regain your breathing. 

“Go out with me,” he mumbles against your shoulder, so low you think you’ve misheard him.

“Huh?” you ask.

“Go out with me,” he repeats, and you turn to face him, “on a date.”

You smile, propping yourself up on one arm.

“You want to take me on a date?” you ask.

Aemond’s smile mirrors yours, silver hair cascading on the pillow beneath him.

“I do very much,” he admits, “I’ve liked you for a while, Y/N.”

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“You’re incredibly smart and witty,” he tells you, “and beautiful.”

“These are unusually nice words to tell your nemesis,” you tell him, earning a chuckle.

“Nemesis?” he asks.

“Baela says we are,” you tell him.

“I don’t think you do this with your nemesis,” he says, leaning up to kiss you.

“I think you’re right,” you agree, “and I’d love to go out with you Aemond, on a proper date.”

You lay on his chest, playing with some strands of his hair. His heart beats steadily, the rhythm lulling you into a post-coital trance before he speaks again. 

“I’m really glad I met you,” he murmurs.

“You say that now,” you tease.

“It’s true,” he insists, lacing his fingers through yours.

You smile, holding his hand.

“I’m glad I met you too, Aemond.”

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[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 1 - Leather & Latex

Ghost x Soap - 4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon goes to a kink club looking for a masochist to beat. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!ghost, sub!soap, sadist!ghost, masochist!soap, heavy painplay, undernegotiated bdsm because i didn't want to write it all out sorry lol but everything is 1000% safe sane and consensual

note: this is really not one of my faves of the month and i hate to start out on a not so strong note but oh well 🫠 hope you guys enjoy!

Simon leans against the bar, scanning the crowd for a potential play partner and swirling his glass of water lazily.

There are a few displays, but they rarely match Simon’s severity. He can hear Valeria whipping someone on a public stage, but her subs can never handle more than one session a night. Valeria’s as mean as he is - she puts on a good show, but always manages to get to the real painsluts before Simon can.

He needs someone who can take a few hits. Tonight his fingers twitch with the need to beat a pretty thing black and blue, he craves the pained cries and tears of a sub suffering so beautifully for him. None of his usual play partners are free tonight, all either coupled off already or busy, which means he’ll have to test drive someone new.

Always risky. In his experience, subs have a tendency to overestimate their pain tolerance when it comes to him. He tries to make his expectations as clear as possible going in, but it’s a coin toss on whether or not the sub will actually understand.

He’s contemplating moving to another club, listening as Valeria’s sub goes from shouting to screaming, when someone sidles up beside him.

The man is big, standing taller than almost everyone around him but barely eye level with Simon’s chin. He’s muscular too, defined abs and pecs displayed by his lack of a shirt. He’s got a chest harness on, one that wraps just under his tits and between them, a leather strap crossing across his collar bones and over his shoulders. There’s a little d-ring in the center - Simon imagines it’s for a leash to be hooked onto, considering his collar-less neck. He’s got something covering his groin at least, just a tiny and tight pair of leather shorts that Simon would bet money let his ass cheeks hang out. 

He’s wearing an orange band on his right wrist - submissive, everything goes. Simon’s black band burns on his left - dominant, S&M

He raises his eyes back up the man once he’s done with his perusal, lets them linger appreciatively on his body. Simon’s always liked bigger subs, the ones who look like they can take a few blows and come right back for more.

The mohawked man smirks at him when they make eye contact, leans into Simon’s personal space with an elbow on the counter. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

Simon only cocks an eyebrow at that. He’s wearing his own leather pants and a tight latex top with a surgical mask over his nose and mouth, meaning there’s very little skin left uncovered for this sub to see. “Cocky, are we?”

The sub hums a little more, moves even further into Simon’s space. Surprisingly, he finds he doesn’t quite mind the intrusion. “Aye, I know I look damn good tonight. You lookin’ for someone to beat?”

Ah, right to business. Simon finds he likes this sub more and more every minute.

“Yes,” he replies, turning his body fully towards his potential partner and straightening up. “Need someone who can take whatever I decide to give. You gonna give out in the first twenty lashes?”

That gets him a snort, the smaller man moving so close they’re nearly bumping chests. “I hope that’s your warmup. Takes a lot to hurt me, I’m a right painslut. You up to the challenge?”

Simon gives the man another long look, assessing him a bit more, trying to gauge how much of his tone is bravado and how much is genuine. “What’s your name?”

“Johnny. Yours?”

“Simon. But you’ll call me Sir. Are you good with the traffic light system?”

Johnny perks up, like he hadn’t expected such an easy agreement. “Aye. You want to do this in private or on a stage?”

Simon shrugs, already abandoning his water and stepping away from the bar. “Up to you.”

“Showroom, then.”

Simon smirks at the decision, somehow unsurprised that this little sub is a bit of an exhibitionist. He strides off to the showrooms, doesn’t bother to glance over his shoulder to make sure Johnny’s following along.

There are already several people sitting in the audience for the impact-play room, watching another Dom carry their sub out through the one-way mirror. Simon holds the door open for Johnny once they’ve both cleared their intent with the dungeon monitor, confirming that they’re using the traffic light system as safe-words and that they’re going inside with no intention of having sex, just of beating and being beaten. Johnny’s antsy through the whole discussion, nearly bouncing on his toes in anticipation. It makes Simon’s lips curl beneath the mask, makes him want to grab the boy and force him still.

He pulls the mask off once they’re alone in the room, uncaring about their small audience seeing his face.

“Och, you really are handsome,” Johnny flirts, sliding up to Simon’s side and eyeing him like he’s his next meal. 

Simon wraps a hand around his throat, has him pinned against the wall before Johnny even realizes he’s been moved. “That’s not how you refer to me, Johnny.”

The smaller man smirks, licks his lips and leans forward so Simon’s nearly choking him. “You really are handsome, Sir.”

That earns him a backhand to the face, gets Simon a sharp exhale and wide eyes in return. “Watch the attitude. You’re already getting the beating you want so badly, bratting won’t get you anywhere with me.”

This time, Johnny’s “Yes, Sir,” sounds far more sincere. 

He pulls him away from the wall with a hand on his shoulder, sends him stumbling towards a Saint Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the room with a smack to the ass. “Stand there, back to me.”

Johnny swings his ass as he walks, sends a sultry look over his shoulder. Simon is careful not to give him anything, just crosses his arms and stands tall.

He moves forward once Johnny’s leaned on the cross, straps his ankles and wrists into the attached cuffs and double checks he’s not cutting off any circulation. He stands in front of Johnny for a moment, cups his chin and stares deep into the sub’s eyes to try and get a feel for his headspace. His eyes are clear, sparking with anticipation.

Johnny smirks up at him. “You’re gonna beat me black and blue, aren’t you?”

Simon can’t help the twitch of his lips. “Oh, I’ll break you, boy.”

“You’ll try.”

That gets Johnny his second slap of the night, an open-palmed crack against his cheek.

“Watch it. You okay with being naked, or you wanna keep those little shorts on?”

Johnny snorts a laugh. “Take ‘em off, they’re hardly covering much anyway. Get the harness off, too?” 

Simon scowls at the expectant tone when he steps around Johnny, yanks his zipper down and leaves the shorts hanging loose around one ankle. He gives Johnny a few harsh blows to his ass, goes until his own palm buzzes pleasurably at the sting. If they were doing anything more than a little painplay, Simon would take the time to work on Johnny’s attitude.

“You just naturally a brat, is that it? You’ll speak to me with respect if you want your beating.”

That gets a moan, has Johnny shifting in his bindings. “Sorry, Sir.”

Simon gives his cheek a smart tap, then a squeeze. He’s got quite the ass, this Scotsman. Simon can’t wait to paint it red. He steps back after a moment of feeling him up, scans his options for the night where they hang against the wall.

He starts off with a flogger. It’s a lightweight thing, with thin leather tresses that’ll make for a nice but decently intense warmup to see if Johnny’s as much of a painslut as he claims. It’s light in his palm, and he swings it in the air a few times to stretch out his wrist and build up a bit of anticipation.

He starts laying strikes when Johnny starts wiggling again, paints them across the boy’s shoulder blades and a bit lower to turn him a light pink. His skin is tanned, so it takes a bit of work on his part. Johnny’s silent at first, still squirming around like he can hardly feel anything, so Simon increases the force of his swings at just a bit of a faster pace than he would’ve with another sub.

Johnny lets out a little sigh, like he’s relaxing into something pleasant, but he stays stiff and upright on the cross. No flinching, no cringing, no whimpering or whining.

Simon smiles to himself. First test, passed.

He continues his warm up, lays harder and harder strikes along Johnny’s shoulder blades and mid-back until he’s painted a nice rosy color, watches him settle a bit as the sting starts to sink in a bit more. By the end of the warm up, Simon loosened his dominant arm and wrist nicely, and set the tone well enough for Johnny to stay quiet and still.

At least, that’s what Simon thinks. Until he steps away to set down the flogger and pick his next tool, when Johnny looks over his shoulder with a confused look.

“That’s it?”

Simon raises an eyebrow. “That’s your warm-up.”

Johnny almost looks disappointed, resting his chin on his bicep. “Oh.”

Simon doesn’t speak, let’s Johnny stew in his own silence until he decides he’d like to finish his thought. It doesn’t take long.

“Are your twenty lashes gonna be like that?”

He fights down a smirk. “It’s a warm-up, Johnny. And you’ll be taking far more than twenty lashes, don’t start getting greedy.”

He doesn’t look fully mollified, but Johnny’s lips tilt up in the corner and he turns his head back to the wall. Simon rolls his eyes at Johnny’s back - God save him from bossy subs. If they were any more committed to each other, Simon would lock Johnny’s little prick up for an attitude like that. He’ll have to settle for humbling him with a few whips. Not the least fair trade-off in Simon’s mind.

He picks up a cat-o-nine with particularly thin leather tails, the type that should leave Johnny hissing if Simon uses it right.

He repeats his process, swings the tool through the air a few times to let Johnny hear it move, let him try and guess what’s coming. Again, he only makes contact once Johnny starts his squirming again.

He whips across the already pinked skin. Johnny sucks in a sharp breath at the first hit, releases it loudly and seems to steel himself for what’s coming. Simon can’t help his smirk now, laying lashes noticeably harder than he might with another sub.

There are clear markings across Johnny’s back where the tails hit, little raised red lines making a nice addition to the base color he’s already got going. It takes Johnny a bit longer to go still this time, takes a bit to settle into the pain but taking the whipping nicely once he does.

The color looks good on him. Johnny’s an incredibly muscular man, and the way he stiffens in anticipation of Simon’s next swing - the way his back muscles spasm a bit against his own will when he hits a particularly sensitive spot - has Simon chubbing up in his pants.

He lets out occasional little sighs at the sting, noises that seem entirely involuntarily as he starts to truly lean into the pain.

Simon adjusts his cock and gives Johnny a break after nearly 30 lashes, doesn’t say anything as he waits for whatever smart-ass remark he’ll get. He shifts back to the wall of tools as he waits, picks his next instrument.

Johnny doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t glance over his shoulder this time, stays nice and still, loose, like the pain is starting to get to him.

“They got anythin’ more intense back there? No offense, Sir, but it’s lookin’ like your bark is bigger than your bite from this end of the leather-”

Crack!

That gets a loud cry from Johnny, his head thrown back and his spine arching away from the pain. The bullwhip feels good, familiar, in Simon’s palm, and he turns it a bit as he watches Johnny blink wide-eyed, watches him sink back into the correct position with a stiffer posture.

“Still think you can take your twenty lashes?”

Johnny huffs, hangs his head and shakes out his shoulders as best he can in his bindings. Simon watches as he slowly unlocks each of his muscles, smirks at the sign of an experienced painslut. Johnny knows damn well that the tenser he is the more he’ll hurt, and as much of a whore as he might be for his whippings, twenty lashes with a bullwhip are hard to take even loose-limbed.

Simon lets the whip drag on the floor, then cracks it through the air next to Johnny’s side. He laughs when the boy nearly jerks himself off of his cross, let’s his voice echo menacingly in the room to work Johnny up a bit more.

“Gonna have to be still if you don’t want to hurt yourself, Johnny. Be good now.”

Johnny drops his head a bit, groans as he clearly talks himself into going still. He does so a moment later, body nearly deadweight against the cross.

“Attaboy,” Simon rumbles. He snaps the whip, watches the sharp stripe of red form on Johnny’s back and nearly smiles when he cries out again. “Start counting.

Crack!

“Ugh, fuck, th-three.”

“Nope, you didn’t count the first two. Start over.”

“You’re fucking kidd-?!”

Crack!

“Fine- shit, one!”

Crack!

“T-two, Christ…”

“I don’t think I like your tone, Johnny. Start over. With respect this time.”

He really does smile at the agonized sound Johnny lets out. Poor little maso, doesn’t even know what he’s got himself into by baiting Simon all night.

“We’ll do twenty-five, just to make sure all that nasty attitude is properly beaten out of you. Remember to watch your tone.”

Crack!

“One, Sir!”

“There you go, Johnny, good boy.”

Crack!

“Two, Sir!”

The lashes look very nice along Johnny’s back. Simon almost wants to step forward and trace them with his tongue, watch Johnny cry out at the sting soothed by the soft muscle, whip him across that same spot and watch him wail…

Crack!

“Five… five, Sir!”

Simon’s careful not to let the whip wrap around at any points, lands his lashes in firm safe-zones to avoid any serious injury. It’s got the extra perk of layering his lashes on top of each other, making Johnny scream when he gets one after the other in nearly the same spot.

Crack!

“Seven, Sir… fuck…”

He doesn’t allow himself to fully sink down as he whips Johnny, he knows he needs to stay alert in case his sub’s tone shifts to anything that indicates real danger, but he lets himself float into Domspace just a bit. He feels powerful as he whips Johnny.

“Ten, Sir!”

Johnny’s shoulders quivers, and Simon adjusts himself in his pants again. There’s something so satisfying about bringing such a large, strong, masculine man to his knees (metaphorically, of course, seeing as Johnny couldn’t fall to his knees if he wanted to, tied up as he is). Johnny had walked through that club like he owned the place, head thrown back and showing off every piece of his body he could get away with.

“T-Twelve, Sir!”

It feels good to put him in his place. To metaphorically grind his heel firmly onto Johnny’s back, have him literally writhing and shouting while tied to a cross, taking his lashes like a good boy. The sight of such sharp red lines over all those hills and valleys of muscles…

“Sev… seventeen!”

“Seventeen what?”

“Sir! Sir, sir, seventeen, sir!”

Crack!

“Ei-Eighteen, Sir! I’m sorry, so sorry, Sir…”

“That’s alright, you’re still doing good, Johnny. Check in with me - you alright to keep going?”

The look Johnny shoots over his shoulder is almost offended, and surprisingly put-together considering his previous cries. “Course, Sir. Am still green. Will let you know if am not.”

Simon almost snorts. “Back around. You’re not done taking your lashes.”

There’s a smile on his lips when Johnny obeys his command. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hm. Keep counting.”

Crack!

“Nineteen, Sir!”

Simon’s surprised Johnny’s as coherent as he is at this point. He’s never pushed quite so far with a play partner on the first night, but Johnny’s eyes had been nearly clear when he’d glanced over his shoulder, only a few light traces of tears down his cheeks.

Crack!

“Twenty-two! S-Sir!”

His last three lashes are the hardest, even though Johnny’s already taken so much. He wants the boy broken down to pieces, wants him sobbing and unable to control it, wants him trembling and gasping for air in Simon’s arms.

Johnny nearly screams the final numbers, each of them laid one over the other.

“Twenty-five! Twenty-five, S-Sir!”

“Hmm, good boy, Johnny. Took your lashes well for me.”

Simon lays the cruel whip back in its place, steps around in front of Johnny and cups his chin to raise his face and make eye-contact.

Those last few lashes did their job, Johnny already looks far more fucked out than he had only minutes earlier. The stream of tears down his face is constant now, but his brow is smooth and his lips quirk up into a little smile, giving Simon all of his weight and trusting him to hold him up.

Simon strokes his leather-clad thumb over Johnny’s chin. “Color?”

Johnny doesn’t answer right away, clearly focuses on cataloguing himself and the pain now that it’s not coming so consistently. Simon’s glad to see him take the time to answer truthfully, continues to stroke across his chin for a bit of comfort. Eventually, Johnny blinks back up at Simon and says, “Green, Sir.”

He can’t help but smile a little. “Want to go a little longer, then?”

That gets him a smirk. “If your arms aren’t tired yet.”

Simon backhands him, lets his chin go so he jerks into his own arm and muffles his groan into his bicep.

“Never met a brat who’s quite as much of a painslut as you. It’ll be fun to watch you beg.”

Johnny’s canines peek out behind his lips when he grins. “Do your worst, Sir.”

Simon gives him a sharp little tap to the cheek, another to his ass when he walks away. “I’ll make you regret that, Johnny. You’ll be sceamin’ yourself hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”

The gloves Simon slips on after taking his off are heavy, a little warmer than he’d usually like for daily use, but the sharp spikes down each of the fingers are what really matters. He tests one with a fingertip as he talks to Johnny, smirks at the sting.

“You wish. Haven’t had a Dom make me cry like that in years, you think you’ll be the one to break my streak?”

Simon smirks as he hovers just at Johnny’s side, feels the heat emanating from the sub’s body and watches sweat drip down his back.

“Oh, I know I will.”

He lands a sharp smack against Johnny’s bared ass, makes sure to curve his fingers just so to make sure Johnny feels each and every barb.

He yelps, jerks away from the sting and squirms a little in his binds. Simon bites his tongue to keep from laughing as he watches Johnny’s face go from teasing and a little dazed to shocked, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

He doesn’t wait for another response, only begins to rain down smacks on Jonny’s ass. He’s careful not to slam the spikes too deeply - doesn’t know how Johnny is with blood, doesn’t want the dungeon monitor to make it his business when Simon is so close to bringing Johnny down - but that doesn’t blunt the impact any. With the spacing of the spikes and his own fingers, it’s nearly impossible for him to not layer the hits over one another.

Simon angles himself just a little further forward, to get a better look at Johnny’s face as he starts to writhe, starts to try and run from the pain. His face is scrunched up beautifully, tears dripping down his chin and to the floor. He grits his teeth against moans.

They go like that for a bit. Simon moves himself fully behind Johnny to land slaps with both hands at once, spends some time with just Johnny’s upper thighs for a bit so they don’t feel neglected. His whole back is red, from shoulders to thighs, and the sight gives Simon that rush he’s been itching for all day.

When Johnny goes from moans to whimpers Simon moves to the front of the cross, places his gloved-hands lightly over Johnny’s chest to get his attention.

“Look at me, Johnny.” Simon waits, gives the sub as soft a smile he can when Johnny’s teary eyes meet his. “Color?”

It takes a moment, but Johnny stutters out, “G-green,” with a breathless pant, his body loose against the cross.

Simon hums as he wraps his arms around Johnny, presses his elbows tight to the boy’s ribs and places his hands firmly on Johnny’s shoulders. “Good boy.”

He drags down over the lashings, watches with rapt attention as Johnny screams.

His face goes red with it, veins popping in his neck, spit dribbling down his chin, body fighting to get away from the pain even tied as firmly to the cross as he is. Simon smiles, strokes his hands up and down in uneven patterns without easing the pressure.

“F-fuck, fuck, oh my God, sir- sir, I- fuck!”

“That’s it,” Simon chuckles, gives a few harder presses into place he knows Johnny’s more sensitive and relishes in the sound of his scream cracking. “Scream for me, boy, c’mon.”

He follows commands beautifully, Johnny. Simon’s not sure he’s ever been so satisfied watching a sub break down, watching them lose all control and go into the pain completely.

He lets himself indulge in Johnny’s pain-filled expression for as long as his boy can bear, drags his hands up and across his most sensitive spots, squeezes his ass a few times to reignite that sting.

Eventually Johnny manages to blink hazy eyes up at Simon, murmurs, “Yellow, Sir,” softly, tears still dripping down his cheeks and his breath hitching.

Simon can’t hold back his smile as he takes the gloves off, unchains Johnny and eases his limbs down. The Scot is all dead weight in his arms, but Simon’s more than strong enough to carry one subbie out of a showroom.

He’s careful with the way he carries Johnny so he doesn’t aggravate any painful spots - he hefts him over his shoulder, keeps a hand behind both of his knees to hold him steady and resists the urge to stroke his glowing ass, to feel how the heat emanates from it. There’s a little drunk giggle from over his back when he flips Johnny up.

The previous Dom and sub have cleared out the aftercare room just outside of the showroom, meaning Simon’s got free reign to coax his sub for the night down to planet Earth.

He lays him out, stomach down, on a long leather couch. The furniture’s upkeep cost must be insane considering how many sweaty bodies have laid across it, but it’s in pristine condition as Simon sits.

He tucks Johnny’s head into his lap, turns his face to the side and gives him long, slow pets down his mohawk. Johnny hums a bit at the contact, burrows his face deep into Simon’s stomach and reaches his free hand down to wrap around Simon’s ankle.

He’s endearing when he’s blissed out, his little face peaceful and his limbs loose, his back covered in Simon’s marks and his sub seemingly all the happier for it. He’ll have to get some soothing cream in a few minutes, have to properly take care of Johnny’s body when he’s not conscious enough to do it for himself.

But that can wait. For now, Simon leans his head against the back of the couch, continues his soothing motions through Johnny’s hair, and thinks about how he’ll coax the sub into another session sooner rather than later.

#this one is so much longer than it was supposed to be im so sorry lol #ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #bo writes #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john mactavish x simon riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 1 #ghoap smut #ghostsoap smut #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #hey google how do i get people to see my fic without putting it in the tags for people looking at like gifs and stuff #kinktober

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Holy shit, Always on the Sidelines had to be one of my favorite fics. As a person with chronic pain I always feel like I’m pushed to the side and like I’ll never find someone who will love and care for me like that.

If you wrote more I would def be happy

(ok. im fangirling a lil bit because i absolutely LOVE your jamie tartt fics and i cant believe my fic has become one of your faves! anyway, here's a lil snippet after the events of Always On the Sidelines!)

Here On Out

Summary: You're out with Jamie and your friends, but then your leg decides to act up and you have a bit of a breakdown.

A/N: hurt comfort! also, i headcanon that Jamie is a 1D fan.

You're really fucking bummed out. You were having so much fun hanging out with Jamie and the boys, your friends, because, yes, his friends are now your friends and they all adore you and you them.

Anyway, you'd gone to a club with them that was having a One Direction night. Drinks were flowing and you were having so much fun dancing with Jamie, then singing at the top of your lungs with Keeley, taking shots with the guys. It was all so much fun...but then your knee started acting up.

You excuse yourself from the dancefloor and Jamie follows you with concern. But you brush him off, not wanting to ruin his fun.

"I'm just gonna rest for a bit. Go have fun." He hesitates and you practically push him back towards the dancefloor, "Go! I'll be fine!"

"Alright. But you tell me if it gets worse and we'll go, okay?"

"Okay," you shoo him away and as soon as he turned his back, you hobble your way to the bathrooms so you can cry.

As soon as you enter the women's room, you lean against the counter and let out a sob. You curse your knee for causing you so many issues. You can't play football, you can't be on your feet for long, you can't even last having fun with your fit as fuck footballer boyfriend! You felt so...broken.

Two women, a brunette and a red head, enter the bathroom laughing but then stop when they see you teary eyed. They immediately rush over to you, "Oh my God. Are you okay?" The red head asks.

"Do we need to kick someone in the dick?" the brunette asks.

You chuckle, "No. I'm fine...kinda."

"What's goin' on, babe?" the brunette asks, looking genuinely concerned for you.

You shake your head, "I had a knee injury a while back and it starts to hurt if I'm not my feet for too long or doing extensive movements."

"Do we need to get you someone?" the red head asks, wiping away some of your tears.

You shake your head again, "No. It'll go away eventually it's just," you let out a deep breath, "It just makes things complicated for me. Like, I came here with my hot boyfriend and we were having the best time and now my knee started hurting and I had to step away-"

"Why isn't your boyfriend with you?" the brunette asks.

"I told him not to worry about me. Didn't wanna ruin his fun."

The door opens again and Keeley lets out a sigh of relief, "Fucking finally! Jamie's looking all over for you! You're not answerin' your phone!" She suddenly takes note of your teary eyes, "Oh shit. I'm getting, Jamie."

"Wait, no-Keeley!" but your cries fall deaf on her ears as she rushes out in search of your boyfriend.

Red head looks back at you, "Wait, was that Keeley Jones?"

You nod, "Yeah."

Moments later, Jamie comes in, hand over his eyes, "Is everyone decent? No one with their undies down, right?"

You can't help but snort, "You're fine, Jams."

Jamie drops his hand and zeroes in on you, "What's going on?"

"Holy shit," brunette starts to freak out, "You're Jamie Tartt! You're-"

Keeley steps in, pushing red head and brunette out the door, "Right! Let's go dance, ladies!"

"But I still need to wee!" brunette exclaims.

"Hold it in!" Keeley replies aggressively.

It's now just you and Jamie left in the room. Jamie slowly approaches you, hands on your hips to steady you, "What's wrong?"

You let out a sob as you tuck your face into his neck, "I feel so broken!"

"Love, you're not broken."

"But I am! I can't keep up with you and I fucking hate it! I hate hurting all the time. I hate making you cut your time short when we're out with friends. I hate that you can't fully enjoy yourself when we're together. I-"

"Hey, hey. Look at me," he pulls back, gently holding your face in his hands, "You're. Not. Broken. Your injury doesn't define you. I mean, look at grandad! Sure, he had to retire 'cause of his leg, but he's still out there coaching us, giving us a hard time, still doing the things he likes to do. He doesn't let his injury stop him.

"And you shouldn't either. I don't care that if we have to leave parties or gatherings early because your leg hurts. All I care about is you and how you feel. I don't like you being in pain. That's why I always check in on you. I don't want ya sufferin'." He wipes the tears the slide down your cheeks.

"What if you get tired of me? Get tired of taking care of me?"

Jamie shakes his head, "Never. I experienced life without you and I was fucking miserable. Besides, like how cuddly you get when I take care of ya. Makes me feel loved and shit."

"Jamie Tartt, you're such a softie," you playfully say, nudging his shoulder.

"Only for you, love," he murmurs before kissing your forehead. You two stand there, just cherishing each other's presence for a bit.

Keeley then pops her head in and says, "You two coming out soon? 'Cause a line is forming and these girls really gotta go."

Jamie steps back and asks, "Can you walk?"

"I can limp," you reply.

He shakes his head, "Piggy back then," he turns his back to you, crouching down a bit.

You do your best to hop onto his back and he lifts you with ease. Keeley opens the door wider for you both, "Thanks, Keeley," Jamie says and his looks at the line of waiting women, "Sorry, ladies! Me girl wasn't feelin' well!"

Keeley follows the both of you to the booth where everyone was sitting and taking a break from dancing.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Dani asks.

"My leg again," you sheepishly reply and the boys nod their heads in understanding.

"Feel better," Isaac says.

Colin chimes in, "Do you need help to the car?"

"Nah, mate, I've got it!" Jamie replies and pulls out a few hundred notes, passing them to Isaac, "Hope that covers our drinks and some of you lot!" the guys raise their glasses in cheers to Jamie and wave good-bye to the both of you.

Keeley and Roy follow you two out just in case.

"Can this count as some of me trainin', grandad?" Jamie asks.

"No," Roy rasps out and you giggle.

"Prick," Jamie mumbles with a smile.

When you get to Jamie's car, he helps you in and then gives Roy and Keeley a d hug good-bye. Roy nods at you and Keeley blows a kiss your way. You wave at them until Jamie drives away.

_____________

When you get back to Jamie's, he carries you to the bedroom you share. You undress while he runs a warm bubble bath for you.

Once it's ready you get in and he quickly undresses, sitting behind you. You sigh in relief as you lean back against his chest and he starts to softly massage your knee.

"See? Cuddly," Jamie murmurs against your neck and presses a kiss.

"I love you," you whisper as you close your eyes and let the water warm your body up.

Jamie's smiling wide. This isn't the first time you've said it to him, but it still makes him all bubbly inside when you say it.

"I love you too. Always will. From here on out."

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt imagine

[asteriastarr]

soo you;re bored i see

how about part 2 to the messing around before class one you did. that was awsome and i N E E D pt 2 for it!

from ya fave fangirl - Maddy!!!!!

A/n: I FINALLY UPLOADED BESTIES! Sorry for the long wait- uh just a warning, this one may not be the best (at least at the end)- I did hint more towards Y/n being a plant monster like venus by mentioning the fact her blood is green and stuff. Also yes, yes I did look up Deuce's middle name for this.

PT 2 to this

POV: Deuce and Y/n skipping class

Deuce and Y/n walked down the halls, scanning for any teachers before bolting down towards one of the secret passageways, this one in the form of a statue of a harpy. Y/n pulled down the statues left wing, causing it to move aside allowing them to go through.

The passageway was dark, damp, dreary and often had a weird decaying smell that they had no idea of the source, and yet, this was where Y/n and Deuce would go to get away. They didn’t mind the fact the stone bricks was growing mold, or the fact the ground was always slippery and uneven which often caused Y/n to trip over and Deuce having to steady her. They didn’t mind the fact it was near impossible to see anything other than their eyes without a flashlight, nor did they mind the fact the walls kept sprouting vines that would attack Deuce (particularly since it was Y/n doing that as revenge for him laughing at her for tripping).

As long as they were together, they didn’t mind.

Y/n pulled her flashlight out of her bag and switched it on, Deuce doing the same. The two pointed their flashlights at their faces as Y/n leaned against the cold stone wall, a sigh escaping her lips as she ran her free hand through her hair.

“Is it bad that I found that oddly stressful?” Y/n asked, leaning her head back on the wall, lowering her hand from her head to summon a vine to hold her flashlight for her.

“No, I did too.” Deuce responded letting out a small laugh.

“Do you think Draculaura knows my blood would technically be… greener than red? Since you know I’m pretty much a plant.” Y/n pointed out raising a brow as she lifted her head to look at Deuce.

“Who knows, I was more focused on Heath ‘You would be SUCH a cute couple’, ‘You should ask her out dude.’” Deuce mimicked making Y/n laugh before groaning.

“I never wanna go to that class again.” She groaned slamming her head against the wall.

Deuce chuckled before speaking.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, we can just skip Mr Komos’s class for the rest of the year, hang out in here.” He suggested.

“Nah, I don’t really feel like failing that class, my parents would kill me.” Y/n shrugged.

At this, Deuce merely smiled and spoke without thinking.

“Well, you could always come stay with me for the holidays, they can’t kill you then.”

Y/n once again moved her head off the wall to look at him, quirking a brow.

“Oh? Is that an invitation your extending Mr Gorgon?” She asked smirking.

“And so, what if it is Ms L/n?” He asked, smirking himself.

“I suppose I’d agree, although it depends.”

“On what?” Deuce asked raising a brow.

“On how much I like you at the end of the year.” She shrugged causing Deuce to playfully scoff and roll his eyes.

Y/n laughed at his behaviour for a moment before turning serious.

“Do- do you think our friends see something we don’t?” She asked looking at him.

“How do you mean?”

“I mean all of our friends think we’re a couple, they constantly ask us if we’re together and I kind of understand why.” Y/n mused.

“I don’t understand…”

“I- Deuce…” She sighed before speaking “Do- do you like me? Because and- I hate to admit this because you are my very best friend and I fear what may happen to our friendship if I do admit this but- I really, really like you Deuce Phorcys Gorgon- like a lot, so much so it hurts.”

Deuce paused, looking at the girl of whom’s cheeks- just like she’d said- had gained a greenish tint.

“Y/n… I do like you, more than you know- when you’re not around, I can barely breathe, I can’t stop thinking about you Y/n, you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart- Y/n my heart is yours. If you asked me to, I would die for you. Y/n I- I love you.” Deuce spoke.

Y/n gazed into his green eyes, her own eyes welling up with orange tears.

“Can- Can I kiss you?” He asked tentatively.

Y/n nodded, the flashlights flickering as the batteries grew low.

“Are you sure because I really want to-”

“Just kiss me you idiot.” She breathed stepping closer to him.

He dropped his flashlight and closed the gap between them, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss as the flashlights died, leaving them in total darkness, their eyes closed as they kissed- only pulling away to breathe.

“Might be a good idea to… not tell our friends about this.” Y/n breathed, her arms wrapped around Deuces neck and her forehead leaned against his “They’ll be relentless.”

“Yeah, probably.” Deuce breathed, looking into the girl’s eyes.

#deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon x reader #live action deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon g3 #live action deuce gorgon x reader #gorgon #g3 monster high #live action monster high #monster high g3

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Tasty- Chapter 1

A new short series for y'all! Mostly smut with plot. #sorrynotsorry ;) Also can we talk about how fucking cute Tom Holland is?? As much as I do have love for Toby McGuire and Andrew Garfield, Tom is my fave. Enjoy!

Summary:  Peter just wanted to have one night of fun.  Then that night of fun almost killed him.  Now it won’t stop haunting him.  And he’s loving it.  *Curvy/plus size, female reader Warnings: mostly smut with plot, some physical pain

It was Peter’s 27th birthday.  His coworkers from his job at The Daily Bugle took him out to a local bar that had dancing bar girls.  It really wasn’t his kind of place, but he went along with it.  It was nice to go out for fun for a change rather than on patrol as Spiderman.  He drank the fifth drink shoved in his hand, the alcohol not doing a lot to his high metabolism thanks to the spider bite all those years ago.  He could drink anyone in the bar under the table.  As the night drew on and his coworkers became increasingly drunk he could feel a slight tipsy sensation edging his brain as they whooped and hollered at the bar girls dancing on the counter.  He had a feeling like someone was watching him and turned, looking around the bar until his eyes met a pair of black eyes staring back at him.

He felt a jolt of his spider sense run through him, making him blink and when he looked at the eyes again they were no longer black but Y/C/E.  Peter shook his head as he took in the rest of the figure.  A woman, shorter than him by just a few inches, curvaceous, and a hunger in her eyes as she stared at him that made him feel excitement mixed with a strange sense of fear.  She gave him a lopsided smile, a smirk that screamed danger, then licked her lips and bit her bottom lip as she gave him a long look up and down.  He wasn’t always one to initiate a flirtatious encounter but felt an urge to go to her.  Peter smirked back at her, shoving down the trepidation he felt and walked over to her.  Happy Birthday to me, he thought smugly.

Peter approached her and leaned up against the wall she was standing by.  “Hey,” he greeted her, hoping it sounded more ruggedly handsome than he thought.

“Hey,” she cooed back at him, her smirk deepening.  “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Peter.  What’s your name, beautiful?”

She giggled at his compliment.  “Y/N,” she said, offering her hand out to him.

He shook her hand but didn’t let go of it, instead twisting his fingers so that he loosely held onto her fingers as he gazed at her.  “You here alone, Y/N?”

“Yes,” she said, her fingers squeezing.  “Looks like you're here with some buddies.  Happy Birthday, by the way,” she turned her body to face him more.

“Oh, thanks,” Peter shrugged shyly.

“How old are you?” Y/N said as she took a small step toward him.

“27,” Peter’s eyes widened slightly as her face leaned towards him, the hand he was holding pulling his arm behind to her lower back and rested it at the top of her pants.  “How old are you?”

“A lady never reveals her age,” Y/N winked at him, her hand now running up his arm and lingering on his neck for a moment before playing with the hair at the nape of his neck softly.

“Sure, but a lady needs to be of drinking age,” Peter said a little more seriously, not wanting to get in any trouble.

Y/N laughed at that, her laugh dancing around in his head, making him feel giddy.  “Of course.  I’m 33,” she said.

“You like slightly younger guys?” Peter asked, his eyes narrowing at her teasingly.

“Sometimes,” Y/N said as she looked up at him through her lashes.  “You like slightly older women?”

“Love them,” Peter said as he leaned down, his nose gently bumping hers, making her smile widen.  She set her drink down on a nearby table and her other hand looped around his neck with the other one, her nails giving his head a good scratch.

“Hm,” she hummed, her eyes darting from his eyes to his lips and back.  “Can I give you a birthday present?”

“I love presents,” Peter said as he stared at her lips, his voice coming out as a husky grumble.

Y/N licked her lips again then pulled him down and kissed him.  Peter’s hand at her back fisted into her shirt, pulling her body closer to his as he deepened the kiss.  She blindly pushed him towards a dark part of the bar, turning so that he was pinning her against the corner of two walls.  His hands gripped her hips as she opened her mouth for her tongue to lick along his bottom lip.  He opened his mouth and tasted her back.  The kiss became increasingly frenzied, tongues licking frantically and nipping and sucking each other’s lips.  He moved to start kissing her neck but she stopped him and kissed his neck first, licking along his jugular roughly and sucking at it as her hands slid down his shoulders, one stopping at his upper back to keep him close and the other roaming down to his pants.

She slipped her fingers past his belt and under his underwear, her fingers grasping his cock and slowly pumping his shaft.  Peter almost buckled, his hands plastering against the walls to keep himself upright.  As she continued to stroke him she moved her lips back up to his mouth, lewdly kissing him then sucking on his tongue at the same speed she was stroking his cock.

Peter moaned loudly, his breathing erratic.  When she let go of his tongue he gritted his teeth and his hand dipped into his pants to stop her.  “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

Y/N giggled.  “That’s kinda the point.”

“Not here,” Peter said, his eyes sweeping around them to make sure no one was looking.

“Your place or mine?” she asked, her tongue licking along his neck again.

Peter quickly pulled her outside and hailed a cab.  He gave the driver his address then turned to Y/N who was already pawing at him to pull him close again.  They made out in the cab, the driver turning the radio up louder so he couldn’t hear their moans or panting breaths.  As soon as the cab pulled up at Peter’s apartment complex he threw some bills at the driver then nearly ripped Y/N out of the car and towards the door.  They made out again in the lobby, the elevator, through the hallway until he was finally able to get his door unlocked.  Once he had closed it behind them he pushed her towards his bedroom, her hands pulling his shirt off.  They reached the bed and she pushed him down onto it first.  “Sit against the headboard, handsome,” she instructed him.  He quickly obeyed and moved himself up against the pillows.  “Good boy,” she praised him, cocking an eyebrow at him.  She slowly removed her shirt, revealing a lacy, bright red push-up bra.  Peter groaned at the sight.  She then pulled her pants down to reveal the matching lacy bottoms, her thighs jiggling as she got on the bed and started to crawl towards him.

“You smell so good, you know that?” Y/N whispered as she pulled his pants and underwear off.  

“Holy shit,” Peter whimpered as she laid down in between his legs.  Her hand returned to his cock, slowly stroking him again.

“I just wanna taste,” she glanced up at him, then licked the tip of his cock slowly.  Peter’s head fell back against the headboard, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him.  She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started slowly sucking him, her tongue licking around him as she bobbed her head up and down on him.  Peter had never been given such good head before.  His hips trembled as her fingers dug into his thighs, her head and mouth doing all the work.  She sunk her head down so far that he hit the back of her mouth and instead of gagging she just swallowed, the tip dipping down into her throat.  Peter shook, a deep moan falling past his lips.

“FUCK, how did you…ungh,” Peter whined as she pulled back up and gave him a hard suck before popping her lips off of him.

“Got your blood rushing,” Y/N sighed as she straddled his lap, her clothed pussy grinding down on his cock slowly.  “Feel good, handsome?”

“So good…so good Y/N, God,” Peter gripped her hips, helping her grind against him.

Her hands slid up his torso, giving his nipples playful flicks and tweaks that made him rut up against her.  She kissed him again, her tongue entangling with his again and giving it another suck as her hands then ran down his arms, pulling his wrists behind his back slowly.  “I can smell you…best thing I’ve smelled in a long time,” Y/N licked along the side of his mouth and down to his neck.  “Gonna taste you…you bloody tease,” she moaned as she sucked along his jugular again.

A part of Peter’s brain was screaming at him that something was wrong, the way she was talking about him smelling good was weird and abnormal, but his cock felt so good being rubbed by her underwear, her own wet arousal seeping through her panties onto him making his eyes roll back in his head.  One of her hands tightened around his wrists to keep his arms back, her other hand coming up to grip the back of his neck and pulling it further to the side.  “You gonna cum for me, handsome?”  She sniffed him as he nodded, his hips trying to thrust up into her harder.  “Cum for me,” her voice suddenly changed, a deep resonant command filling his head and making him feel more aroused than he had ever felt in his entire life.  It made him desperate as he felt his balls tighten and he tensed before his cum spurted onto her hips and his stomach.

Y/N suddenly hissed and bit him.  Peter’s mind short circuited.  The confusing mix of pleasure and pain made him jerk against her, his hands trying to pull out of her hold but her grip was unyielding.  His desperate moan as he came morphed into a yelp and grunt as he felt her teeth sink into his neck and she sucked at the vein.  His spider senses kicked into overdrive, making him panic as he tried to fight her off.  Y/N moaned deeply as she sucked from him, her hand at the back of his head almost ripping at his hair to keep him still as she drank from him.  Peter squirmed until he could feel himself start to get tired, his eyes fluttering as his strength depleted slowly.

“What the hell…?” he mumbled as the fight in him gave up.  His body slumped against the headboard.  His vision slowly blackened, the sound of her heavy breathing becoming distant until he was gone.

#marvel #smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #vampire!reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #vampire #short series #chapter 1 #tom holland #curvy reader #peter parker x curvy!reader #spiderman x curvy!reader

[chapel-of-rizztual]

okay also, if you’re down for my fave rare pair rn

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜ for Popia/Swiss? ✨

“Wait, you think I’m cute?” 

Copia stood a little dumbfounded in the doorway of the ghouls dressing room. Swiss’ confession knocked the breath out of him a little. 

“Just like this or…all the time?” He gestured to himself in his full papa getup. 

Swiss finished applying black paint to his face, throwing the brush on the desk in front of him and turns to face Copia directly. 

“All the time.” Swiss says it like it’s obvious. 

“Oh.” Copia feels his eyebrows hit his hairline. 

“You don’t have to look so shocked, you know? You’re cute. It’s not that shocking.” 

Copia pull at his collar nervously.

I-well, you know?” He waves his hand awkwardly. “Nobody has ever said that to me before.” 

Swiss tuts at him. 

“Well isn’t that a shame.” He takes a step towards the nervous looking Copia. “I’ve been flirting with you since the day you summoned me, I can’t believe you’ve never picked up on it before.” 

Copia let’s himself be pushed up against a wall by the multi ghoul. 

“I-well you flirt with everyone, no?” 

Swiss grins down devilishly at him. 

“True. But I always paid a little extra attention to you.” He runs a claw along Copia’s jawline. 

Copia stutters, feeling himself flush red at Swiss’ attention. Swiss grins down at him again before cupping his face in his hand, pulling him on for a kiss. It’s filthy, more tongue then anything,  Swiss licking  into his mouth with a passion Copia had never felt before. He grasps at Swiss’ waistcoat like a lifeline, afraid if he lets go he might topple over. 

Swiss pulls away with a smirk plaster on his face, wiping away a smudge of black lipstick from Copia’s chin. He leans further down to lick along the shell of Copia’s ear. 

“I’ve seen the way you move those hips on stage, old man.” He grabs at Copia’s hips, pulling them so they’re pressed flushed against his own. “Maybe after the show you can show me what they can really do.” 

He’s off Copia and out the room in a blink, leaving the poor older man gasping against the wall, desperately trying to clear his head before the show. 

#I just think copia should be flustered all the time #Swiss ghoul #ghost headcanons #the band ghost #copia #papa emeritus iv #Ask game #ask me stuff #thank for the ask!!! <333 #my writing

[allieebobo]

Hii I’m not sure if you’ve heard of this artist but do you think the Entire Album titled “Nicole” by NIKI is pretty relatable to Qiu’s and (angsty!!!) Sam’s dynamics with MC? More so with Qiu because they’re mostly written with the perspective of something that has already ended (but I like to indulge 🙈) Not asking because I’ve added multiple songs from the album to my personal playlists for them or anything ahaha 👉🏼👈🏼

For Sam:

1. Before (this would be further in the game if things have gotten harder for them and MC; could be either POV too 🥲)

For Qiu:

1. High School in Jakarta

2. Backburner

3. Milk Teeth (maybe)

For Both:

1. Oceans & Engines (a fave)

2. On The Drive Home

3. Take A Chance With Me (leaning more towards Qiu imo)

And what’s cool is that NIKI is a Southeast Asian artist (specifically from Indonesia)!! And she attended university in the US (as well as works on her music here) so I feel like some of the conflict/displacement that comes from that is present in some of the songs here (even if it’s just in the background and not the focus of her songs). Anywaysss yeah there’s no need to listen to all of that but I thought I’d share anyways! 🙈 Hope you have a good day/night regardless!! ❤️

Oh my god thanks so much for this rec!! I can absolutely hear that "straddling of two worlds" kind of vibe from her music and I absolutely love that -- speaks to me deep in my soul.

I haven't listened to all of the songs yet but Oceans & Engines particularly stood out and I listened to that one on repeat.

The first and last stanzas just scream Qiu or even Nat ("my great lost love" excuse me???)

Thank you!!! I have a feeling this is going to make it to one of my most listened to artists of this week / month <3

#if #asks #ct:os #interactive fiction #college tennis: origin story #merry crisis #sam #qiu #song recs

[licorice-tea]

Pirate Bias

Pairing: Nico Robin x reader

Content: reader is a straw hat/ pirate fan (just like me fr), a little nervous around their fave, robin! could be sent as platonic or romantic since its just a first meeting! part of my 100 follower event <3

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: (cringe title? perhaps…) I'm not really into kpop so I hope I used the term “bias” correctly lol :) also I haven't really edited this super closely yet, so if there are grammar mistakes I'm sorry about that!!!! pls enjoy, ty to the anon who requested!

The last thing you expected to see upon entering the bar for a midday pick me up, or the last people you expected to meet rather, were the Strawhat Pirates. Yet there they were, in all their glory: from the boyish captain to the grandiose cyborg, the latest addition to their crew. Still in a state of disbelief, your eyes scan the bar trying to get a headcount on every one of them.

And low and behold- almost the entire crew is somewhere within the dimly lit bar. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper are gathered around an old arcade machine. Zoro and Nami are at the bar, and Sanji and Franky are eating at one of the few regular tables. It's kind of strange to see them all in such a normal setting, acting like normal people instead of, well, The Strawhat Pirates. “What are they doing here, of all places?” You wonder. The only one you don’t spot is one Nico Robin, with her gorgeous black hair and blue eyes. Perhaps she’s watching their ship; you’d heard that was common for pirates, to leave someone to watch the ship since being attacked was always a possibility.

However, your curiosity is overridden by the pure excitement in your veins. To say you're a fan of the Strawhat Pirates would be an understatement- you had followed their story closely through the World News ever since the events of Alabasta. You thought they were just what the world needed: people who fought for such righteous ideals as freedom and happiness and peace. Still, Robin is your favorite, so it is just the slightest bit disappointing that she isn’t among the others. If she was, you’d surely approach her and strike up a conversation, even compliment her on something. Her intelligence, her power, her beauty…

“Hi there.” A calm voice greets you to your left.

You turn your cheek and blink in astonishment when you find Nico Robin in the bar stool next to yours.

“Oh- hi!”

“You’ve been watching my friends. Why is that?”

“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone would notice, um… I just, well, I’ve heard all about you guys from the World News, and, gosh this is embarasing, I just think you’re a really cool crew!”

Robin tilts her head and leans her head on her hand. You can’t decide if she’s suspicious or -, so you continue rambling. “I don’t mean you any harm, really I… I have your wanted poster on my wall!”

At this shocking and unintentional reveal, Robin quirks a brow and her lips twitch up in the subtlest of smiles. “Is that so?” She laughs politely behind her hand. “I didn’t know I had a fan!”

“Well, y-yeah, I guess you do!” You laugh along, albeit more awkwardly.

Robin hums contemplatively. “So, are you on a crew yourself? Or a marine division perhaps?“

You shake your head rapidly. “No, no I… I couldn’t live that kind of life. I’m not as strong as you guys…”

“That’s too bad,” she smiles softly, “I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Really?” You didn’t mean to sound like such a fan, but you couldn’t help it. It was Nico Robin, for fuck’s sake; she was practically your pirate bias!

“Mhm. What’s your name?”

You smile back and shake her hand. Her grip isn’t espescialy firm, but it is stable. “Y/n, it’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nico Robin,” she nods and extends her hand- the one she isn’t resting her chin on- toward you in greeting, “but I suppose you already knew that.”

You can barely contain the way your smile breaks out into a grin. “Yeah, I did.”

“So, I expect you want an autograph then?”

Your mouth gapes- is she serious? Not that you’d turn down an autograph from the Nico Robin, but… isn’t that kind of a weird thing to ask for? Especially when all you want is just to talk to her, and get to know her better, too.

“I’m kidding.” She laughs again, but it’s more unrestrained this time around. Then she looks around the bar at her crew mates, and back at you. “Come on, y/n. Let me introduce you to the others.”

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #x reader #nico robin #robin x reader #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #straw hat pirates #straw hats x reader

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

I'm hardcore craving more urban content 😭

how about urban is having one of those days where all he does is cling to his gf? he isn't sad or anything, just so in love with her that he doesn't want to be away from her. all day he shadows her, insists on coming along when she runs errands, cuddles and hugs her a lot, gives her lots of lil kisses and compliments 🥺

she doesn't mind him being like this one bit and quite likes all the affection, so to spoil him she makes his fave food for dinner and says they can spend the evening snuggling on the sofa together and he's so happy about everything 🥺🥺

(I'm always hardcore craving more Urban content let's be honest.)

Urban had been practically on top of you all day. Not that you minded, you thought it was cute how he was trying to hide how much he wanted to be by you. Not that he didn’t want you to know, he just didn’t want to seem overbearing. No matter what room of the house you went into, within minutes, Urban found some excuse to be in there with you. 

Urban pouted when he walked into the bedroom a couple minutes after you did, finding you getting ready to leave. Urban sat down on the bed, watching you do your hair in the bathroom.

“Where are you going baby?” Urban asked.

“I have to go to the store, we need to go grocery shopping today.” You told him and he nodded.

“Oh okay.” Urban said, he wanted to go with you, you could tell. “Can I come with you?” Urban asked.

“Of course, you can baby.” You told him and he immediately smiled, standing up from the bed to get himself ready. Urban was ready before you, standing next to you in the bathroom.

“Your hair looks pretty.” Urban told you, pushing it behind your shoulder so it was out of your way.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “Ready to go?” you asked him, and he nodded, grabbing your hand, and intertwining your fingers.

The whole time you were grocery shopping, Urban barely let your hand go and if he did, he was resting his hand on your back or your hip. He just wanted to touch you or be near you. Any opportunity to kiss you, it being your lips, your shoulder, your neck, it didn’t matter, he took it.

Once you got home you decided to make dinner. Urban standing right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“What are you making baby?” Urban asked and you turned towards him.

“Your favorite.” You told him and he smiled, kissing your lips.

“Do you need any help?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Nope, I’m good.” You said and he nodded. “Do you want to go pick a movie or show and we can watch it after dinner and cuddle on the couch.” You suggested.

“I like that idea, but I also want to stay right here, so we can pick after we eat.” Urban said, kissing the top of your head, keeping his arms wrapped around you as you turned back to focus on cooking dinner. Urban rested his chin on top of your head while he watched.

#urban wyatt #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

could you do a blurb with tom and you two are just all cuddly and cute in bed and yeah lol you can choose the dialogue but something like that

Joy for the holidays

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - You and Tom have matching pjs and cuddle in bed.

Warnings - None just Fluffy love

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Since it is now the Christmas season, thought to create it a little festival.

Snow covers the roof tops of most houses, kids playing outside with their family in the snow, Cars driving by to look at the pretty lights through the night.

“I bought you Christmas pjs,” You grin at Tom, “We are matching,” you twirl around in yours, giving him his.

“Thanks, Darling,” Tom takes the pjs from you, packing the rest of the shopping away, “I’ll change in a min, then we can cuddle,”

You run up stairs, hiding under the covers as you hear foot steps. Tom lifts up the covers to find you, “Who do we have here?” He grins, taking his hands towards you to tickle.

“Oh no not the tickle monster!” You gasp.

“Stop,” You laugh, Tom eventually gets into bed with you with his pjs on.

“Would you date me if I was a Christmas tree, snow elf?” You giggle into Tom’s toned chest as you hide your face at the nonsense question.

“A Christmas tree.. snow, elf?” Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow, “I did hear that correctly? Didn’t I?”

“Yes,” You squeal, none stop giggling at his reaction.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Tom teases you, looking at your face dropping instantly to pouting, “Oh no, I’m only joking darling,” he hugs you tight.

“Of course I would,” Tom kisses your forehead to make you feel better.

“You said you wouldn’t,” Pretending to be upset, you try to turn away playfully.

“You know.. I would, baby,” Tom reassured you, “Cuddle meeee,” he squishes you with his strong, toned arms keeping you in place.

“Tommy,” You whine, “Are you sure? Before I cuddle you,”

“Omg,” Tom breathes out laughing, “Yes,”

“Mm ok good!” You smile once again snuggled up to tom under the warm covers while having matching pjs on.

Tom caresses your jaw line, pulling you in for a passionate kiss full of meaning and love. He pulls you closer to him as he slips his warm tongue into your mouth. Snogging the face off of you.

“Your warm,” You sigh on repeat, “You are too love,” Tom strokes your locks as he relaxes further into the bed.

“You do smell nice,” Tom smells your hair, “Do I?” You chuckle, “You do too,”

“Mm, yep.. my fave fragrance,”

“My Beautiful Angel,” Tom peppers kisses around your face as you giggle.

“Says yourself,” You grin, taking Tom in for another kiss.

“What can I say?” Tom winks, joking.

You playfully push him, him only bringing you back deeper into his chest.

“You can’t escape,” Tom teases, “The cuddle monster has you got you now!”

“Oh, that’s ok!” You smile, looking up to his beautiful, honey warm eyes as he looks dumbfounded.

“What?” You giggle, “I love your cuddles.. don’t be surprised,”

“Nothing, I’m just dreaming into your eyes,” Tom breathes out, catching his breath as he flickers his eyes between yours and your lips.

Tom leans into capture your lips into a soft tender kiss full of bliss, raw passion. You close your eyes, filling the taste of each other.

You both pull apart, yet going back to connect again.

“How was Christmas shopping with your brothers go?” You beamed, finally back to talking to each other.

“It was good, got lots of presents for people.. including you,” Tom smirked, teasing you.

“That’s great, I did shopping with your mum don’t forget,” You tease back, “Might of gotten you some bits and bobs too..”

“Well, can’t wait,”

You run your hands through his hair as you both relax and close your eyes, “We should build a snowman tomorrow,” Tom mumbles.

“Mm, Yh we should,”

You sigh turning over on your stomach, feeling Tom’s warm hands go under your shirt to rub your back.

“Mm, that feels nice!” You hummed, smiling.

“Does it Darling?” Tom kisses your temple, “Yh, your hands are so large and smooth,” You sink into his chest more as him relaxing you takes over you.

“Are you tired?” Tom strokes holl your hair, admiring the way you sleepily look at his face, “Go to sleep, my Christmas tree, snow elf,” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“You need your beauty sleep to build the snowman,”

“Mm,” You purred, smiling, “Night,”

“Goodnight, Love you so much Darling,” Tom gives you a goodnight kiss.

“Love you so much too, Tommy,” You pout your lips against his as you kiss, falling back into his warm, toned chest. You close your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #lovers #christmas fic

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

ooooooooh i’m gonna send u many many of these and hope u are still doing them………

2, 5, 8, 17, 21, 64, 65, 74

(you absolutely do not have to answer all of these. or any of them. MWAH <3)

Thank you my wonderful friend :)

2 answered here.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son.

Yes! I made a few, but most recently for there is no other land https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6UK9NfK7D2yGyKcnl2rcbK?si=sYww7vJjTWyETpZJcjyzig&pi=u-b9oh9EvcRD-m

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

I do not seek it out, I probably should. I definitely don’t take it well at first (see above) but I like to think after that I make use out it. Truth be told, I wish I was better at taking it because I’d love to improve myself as a writer so please send me any you have (or anyone, or as an anon if you don’t feel comfortable). I feel like with fandom, there’s not much constructive criticism, it’s either lovely lovely comments or random anonymous, mean but not helpful comments (which I thankfully have not received much of but have seen it).

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

I cannot think of any I love the most haha So I'm going to share this paragraph and you can pretend it's a run on sentence from ignite your bones:

He was pissed at Jamie right now, too. Pissed that the muppet had wormed his way into Roy’s heart years ago. Pissed, he forced his way into a tiny crevice and made it a chasm big enough for Sam, and Isaac and Colin and every other Greyhound under his charge over the years. Because now he cared about them. Now he had to worry about them. Now he had to worry about Jamie.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

I'm still trying to write a fic with @fanficfanattic I'm not sure I could handle a whole ass book.

64. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?

Oh there are so many! and do not recognize us as we pass by you is fave, as is i saw the end (it looked just the middle) by @antitheticaally, oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) by @jamiesfootball, To All The Better Places by @asteria-argoand All I Have (And a Little More) by @kvetchinglyneurotic just off the top of my head.

65. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?

I really like there is no other land because I use song lyrics so much and I feel like it fits the fic really really well. I also love hope the skin heals where the pain enters because I feel like it also fits the story well.

74. are you a planner, pantser, or planster?

I'm a planster, leaning more towards panster than planner. I usually have a generally outline, sometimes it's just in my head. My longer fics have an outline but the shorter ones, some definitely all full panster mode especially the whumptober shorter ones.

#thank you thank you :) #writing ask game #ask box is always open

[lighthouseofstories]

Devotion

10.09.2023

TW: Soft NSFW, Creampie, Oral Sex-Female Receiving, Vaginal Penetration.

A Happy Late Birthday Hawkins! Our mystical tarot man has quickly become one of my faves! This was in part inspired by the song 'Devotion- by Hurts) if anyone wants to have a listen.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for. 

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you. 

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so. 

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips. 

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you. 

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside. 

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out. 

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover. 

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours. 

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his. 

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with he rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance. 

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alright to continue, It has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolish weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance, being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way that no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you. 

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshiping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense. 

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach. 

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb where he secretly hopes it will take. 

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest. 

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together. 

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you. 

Barely awake, you smile at him. “ “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.” 

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for. 

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you. 

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head is tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so. 

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips. 

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you. 

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside. 

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out. 

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover. 

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours. 

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his. 

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with the rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance. 

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alrigh to continue, it has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolsh weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance,being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way which no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you. 

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshipping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense. 

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach. 

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb. 

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest. 

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together. 

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you. 

Barely awake, you smile at him. “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.” 

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

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