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cobaltperun · 2 days

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Can I request the motorcycle scene!? I need it!!😩🙏🏻

Biker Girl

Cairo Sweet x Female (GP!) Reader (Request) (Smut - minors do not interact)

Basically Genius 11.5

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You were in your garage, checking to see if you had everything with you. Cairo said she wanted to go for a ride and that she’d meet you at your house, which was a bit unusual, but you figured she wanted to stretch her legs a bit, and it wasn’t that long of a walk to get from her house to your own.

You finished putting your elbow guards and made sure you were comfortable before taking your helmet.

The doors of your garage opened and Cairo came in just as you were about to put your helmet on, you turned to look at her, the wide grin on your face turning into confused frown. “Baby, I know you like seducing me, but you know I won’t let you ride it unless you’re properly dressed,” you still swallowed the lump in your throat. Those denim shorts were going to be the death of you, and her blouse hugged her figure perfectly.

Cairo smiled seductively and caressed your cheek as she straddled you. “You misunderstood, I want a different kind of ride,” she whispered right in your ear and your eyes widened and in any other situation you would have winced at the sound of your helmet falling onto the floor.

“Oh, that,” you remembered what she said she wanted to do, and well, Winnie still reminded you of it occasionally, just to mess with Cairo.

Her thumb brushed against your lips and her gaze softened. “I know it’s sudden, we don’t have to do anything,” she assured you, but instead of answering, you pulled her closer, your hands grabbing her ass as you kissed her deeply.

She moaned as your tongue slipped into her mouth and began grinding against you as her hands slipped under your jacket. She didn’t want to strip you off anything, she wanted you like this, because damn, you looked so hot right now.

“Well, I did say I’ll grant your every wish,” you muttered turning the engine on.

Cairo felt her heart beating rapidly, she’s wanted this ever since she first thought of having sex with you. She hastily stripped off her blouse and bra and stood up, turning away from you and in a tantalizingly slow way, while lightly swaying her hips took her shorts and panties off. “So,” she looked back at you over her shoulders and noticed you were clenching your fists. “Are you going to make me cum all over your motorcycle?” she challenged you as she once again straddled you. The vibrations of your motorcycle sent shivers down her spine, but it was nothing to the pure eroticism of the situation she was in. Completely naked, bare on your lap while you had all of your clothes on. Fuck, she needed you inside her.

You nodded, recognizing the desperation in her eyes as a signal to be quick. You twisted your body a bit, moving until you could push your hand between the two of you and insert a finger into her pussy. “So wet and I barely touched you,” you teased her.

“I came before I left my house,” she confessed, though it felt much better when you were the one making her cum. You huffed, moving until her ass was touching the fuel tank while you supported her weight with your arms.

“You want it? Take it out,” you had to make sure not to lean all of her weight on the tank, so you couldn’t exactly use your hands for anything other than holding Cairo up. She unzipped your jeans while kissing your neck and you shuddered when you felt her fingers on your cock. She took it out of your pants, removing them just enough for you to be comfortable and stroked it, moaning into your ear as your head pressed against her clit.

“Are you going to wreck my tight pussy? Hmm? Cum deep inside me, fill me up and then fuck me again?” she dragged her tongue to your ear and bit lightly and you didn’t need to see her face to know she was smirking at how hard you were getting. You leaned your forehead against her shoulder, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “You know how much I love when you fill me up, when your cum drips down my thighs instead of being wasted in a condom,” she’s been taking pills since you got together.

“Fuck, keep talking,” you grunted as she rocked her hips against yours, making sure your cock was slick and wet for her.

“Yeah, you love that, don’t you?” she guided your cock to her entrance, and you pushed it inside. “When I tell you to,” she let out a guttural moan in the middle of the sentence as you pushed the last two inches inside her. “cum deep inside me. When I cry out your name, when your cock turns me into a mess and all I can beg for is you.”

You started thrusting and Cairo grabbed onto your jacket as her legs wrapped around your hips. She whimpered and you felt her hard nipples through the fabric of your shirt, you felt her body heating up as you dug your fingers into her soft flesh. “I do. I should grab a condom anyway, you know,” she pressed harder against you, whining at the very idea of condom being between your cock and her pussy. “Just to hear you begging, crying for me to take it off,” you gave into her begging almost immediately, but damn, it was glorious while it lasted.

“Please don’t,” she cried, what little dominance was in her giving way to her needs. “I need you raw, it feels so good when you fuck me like this!” she hugged you tight, her moans the melody that could never be replicated as you kept thrusting into her wet pussy. “It feels like you’re holding out on me when you fuck me with a condom on,” she was confessed and you pulled her in for a kiss, and though it took some effort you moved your hand to her cheek to caress her gently.

“I know, I’m just teasing you,” you assured her, fucking her like that for a bit more before you had to pull out. “Turn around, keep your hands on the handles,” you breathed out, and if you weren’t so turned on you would be amused by how quickly Cairo complied.

With the engine purring beneath her, and the vibrations being much closer to her clit now Cairo’s breathing became more rapid as her empty pussy pulsed awaiting your cock. “We’re so doing this again,” she told you as you penetrated her again, harder and rougher than before, seeing as she was more than stretched enough by now.

“You sure?” you moved your hand beneath her and rubbed her clit, all the while pushing her harder against the motorcycle and she felt her orgasm quickly approaching.

“I’m close!” she moaned and then you revved the motorcycle up and the powerful machine shook beneath the two of you, pushing her over the edge with a cry so loud she was willing to bet someone heard her.

“That’s it, moan for me,” you slowed down, knowing how sensitive she got after an orgasm and instead focused more on slowly kissing the back of her neck, her shoulders and back. “Just a bit more and I’ll fill you up,” you promised, turning the engine off and the thought of you filling her up with cum made her pussy clench harder around your cock.

“Please,” she whispered, looking back and meeting your eyes, and she was sure the lust she saw in your eyes was present in her eyes as well.

“Cairo,” you moaned her name, and she felt your cum spilling deep inside her, pushing her body into another, albeit much smaller, orgasm and she would have dropped all her weight onto your motorcycle if you didn’t hold her body up. “I’ve got you,” you whispered in her ear softly and she slumped into your arms as you lifted her up and carried her through the garage all the way to your bedroom. “You were amazing,” you kissed the side of her head as she snuggled up to you the moment you lowered her onto your bed.

“Mhm, you too,” she felt her body calming down, the bliss of her pleasure slowly fading away and being replaced by the pure happiness she felt wrapped up in your arms. “We’re definitely doing that again,” she sighed, feeling sleepy as you massaged her gently. She purred, running her fingers through your hair, just how you liked it.

“Absolutely,” you agreed, sighing contently. “I love you,” you whispered, kissing her softly.

“I love you too, my madness,” she said it so easily, much easier than she ever thought she could say it. But this was you, her best friend, the love of her life, and she felt no fear showing and telling you how much she loved you.

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honeygrahambitch · 7 hours

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Will and Hannibal were welcomed into the headmaster's office. A short bland and almost bald man with glasses that made him look like a mole was sitting at a desk. His hands were clasped and he tried to look very important and serious.

He greeted them with a nod.

"It would have been better if both of Lizzie's parents were here. I will politely ask the one of you who is not her legal gardian or parent to leave." He said after looking at Will and Hannibal from head to toes.

Will sighed. It was not the first time in their life when that was happening.

"We are Lizzie's parents."

He rolled his eyes.

Hannibal forced a smile to mask his annoyance. He was sure the reason they had been called there was a total waste of time.

"Oh, ah...I see. This explains everything. Take a seat then." The mole replied unsatisfied with the situation. "You probably know why you are here."

"We don't. Your secretary called one hour ago and only told us to rush to school. She wouldn't even say if Lizzie was alright."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about her. She is."

If she hadn't been, Hannibal would have turned every member of the school stuff into a different type of appetizer.

"We had an incident. She stabbed a colleague's hand with a pencil."

Both Will and Hannibal looked as if they were still waiting to hear the incident.

"They are kids." Will said.

"No, no, not a colleague of hers. She stabbed a colleague of mine." The headmaster explained.

Only then did Will and Hannibal's expressions lit up. Not with anger or shock. But with pride.

"We are assuming she was not unprovoked. You should call her here, she should assist to this conversation." Hannibal said. He wanted his child to have a chance to speak for herself.

"I... wouldn't do that. The teacher screamed, the janitor rushed into the classroom, tried to take her away from the teacher...and she bit the janitor."

"The janitor put his hands on our daughter? To "take her away"? Why would he touch her?" Will asked leaning forward, a vein on his temple almost popping up.

"She wouldn't let go of the pencil, it was an emergency. And up until you arrived, she bit three other members of our staff. This behavior is unacceptable."

Hannibal got up from his seat. "I would like to see my child now, I can imagine in what state she is if no adults in this institution could handle her properly."

"We-"

"She is seven." Will raised his voice over the headmaster's. "Once again, what did the teacher do to her?"

"Well...she might have suggested... that... you see... You have to understand, this teacher is old school, she has her own values, she didn't mean to insult anyone."

"Are you done stuttering?" Will asked as he got up from his seat and walked next to Hannibal.

"The kids were talking about their families and the teacher might have insinuated that you... Are going to hell...cause...you know." The mole explained awkwardly and fearful.

"I don't." Will said. "I might raise hell here though." He threatened, making the smaller man hoping for his chair to absorb him.

"And why exactly did you feel the need to call us all the way here? Because you wanted to apologize in person?" Hannibal asked, his tone dominating and demanding at the same time.

The headmaster felt like the gazes of the two man might slowly burn him like acid.

"I... actually...yes. Absolutely. We apologize for this incident which was absolutely unethical and unacceptable on our side"

He sounded like a mouse who was squeaking, cornered by two cats.

Will nodded. "Where is Lizzie?"

"Second door to the right."

"He will make a good Thanksgiving turkey." Hannibal whispered to Will as they left the room, their hands brushing against each other.

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thetarttfuldickhead · 6 months

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A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

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19.

Keeley grabbed a third glass of cava from the tray of a passing waiter, and took a slow sip while she surveyed the room. It was brilliant, this; she was glad she’d come. When Celia, her contact at Bantr, suggested she attend the event to “meet a few people, do some networking” Keeley had felt as nervous as she did excited, with some small, insecure part of her fearing that the other guests would dismiss her as a fraud; an upstart; an ex-model wannabe PR guru.

But everyone she’d met had been perfectly nice and respectful and interested, and had treated her just like a real PR consultant.

Which was only fair. She was a real PR consultant. She’d proved that, too, by setting up several meetings with people who might be interested in sponsoring Richmond, or using the players in their campaigns. All in all, a damned good night’s work, if she did say so herself. (Rebecca had also said it, rather more eloquently and with a staggering number of exclamations points, whenever Keeley rushed off to the loo to text her the good news.)

It might have been a perfect night, Keeley thought, if it hadn’t been for her nagging concern over Jamie (and over Roy, who’d been doing better since he started the pundit gig, but who still struggled to adjust to life outside of the pitch and had taken the whole Secret not-Santa Jamie affair surprisingly hard).

She’d convinced Roy to let her be the one to reach out to Jaime after yesterday’s ill-fated confrontation, but so far Jamie hadn’t returned either her calls or her texts. Well, he hadn’t half an hour ago, at any rate—

Keeley picked up her phone to check, but there was nothing from Jamie. From Roy, however, she had several messages. She opened the conversation, and felt her eyes widen as she read:

Something’s come up and I’m heading back to my place.

Can you come?

I’m bringing Jamie.

Keeley blinked at the screen, and then blinked at it again. The message still said the same thing, compelling her to type out a not entirely unserious reply in a vain attempt to ease her sudden sense of foreboding.

in a body bag?

Roy’s response was immediate.

We’re not fighting.

But he’s a mess and I need your help with him.

Sorry, I know you’ve got that mingle thing.

But can you come?

“Fucking hell,” Keeley muttered, but she was already draining her glass and walking toward the exit. What the fuck was Roy doing with Jamie after they’d agreed it was better if Keeley were the one to talk to him? And why was Jamie a mess if him and Roy weren’t fighting?

And, most importantly of all, how long would the “not fighting” bit last?

She had better get there fast.

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As it turned out, she must have been closer to Roy’s house than Roy was, or else her Lyft driver was better at navigating London traffic, because Keeley arrived at Tregunter Road before Roy did. She’d no more than let herself in, though, before the door opened again behind her and Jamie, immediately followed by Roy, stepped inside.

Keeley gave a little gasp at the sight of Jamie. There was a small bruise and cut on his forehead, and his eyes were suspiciously red and puffy. Keeley looked to Roy, who hastily shook his head. “Wasn’t me, babe. His arsehole dad stopped by.”

“I fell,” Jamie muttered. He sounded sullen, but the way he was fidgeting with his sleeves suggested nerves or embarrassment rather than resentment.

“He fell because his arsehole dad shoved him,” Roy elaborated.

“Oh.” Jamie hadn’t told her all that much about his dad when they were together, but from what little she’d gained, arsehole sounded about right. She hadn’t known it came with shoving, though. Or worse. “Hey, babe,” she said, walking up to Jamie and reaching out to gently brush a few strands of loose hair out of his eyes, coaxing him to look at her. “You doing all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Just… I mean, things with me dad, they’re a bit shit, but I’m fine, you know. It’s just scratches, this, it’s nothing.” He gestured toward his forehead. There were plasters on his hand, she noticed, and was surprised by how angry the sight of them made her feel. Angry, and heartbroken for the deprecating, resigned way by which he brandished them.

Jamie must have seen some of it on her face, because his weak attempt at a smile faded entirely, and he drew back a little, averting his eyes. Keeley’s heart twinged in sympathy.

“Oh, Jamie,” she said, and then, without really thinking about it, she drew him into a tight hug. After a moment of hesitation, he went willingly, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. He was warm against her, solid in the same way Roy was solid, but unlike Roy he gave himself completely over to the hug, melting into her touch as she ran her hand over his back.

“We’ve got you, babe,” Keeley murmured into his hair. It smelled just the way she remembered it, clean and sweet with spicy notes of fennel leaf and eucalyptus from his Aesop shampoo.

It stirred something within her, that smell, and the feeling of his familiar body pressed against her. She smiled, a little ruefully. Pavlovian.

“I’ll put the kettle on,” Roy said behind them. “You two get comfortable on the couch.”

So Roy wanted a moment to himself but wanted her to stay with Jamie, then. Fair enough. Keeley wouldn’t have minded the chance to talk to Roy in private, get some more details on what the hell was going on, but she could see why he’d think keeping an eye on the younger man might be a good idea; though subdued, there was a skittishness to Jamie that rather gave the impression he might bolt if left to his own devices.

“Yeah, that sounds good, doesn’t it, Jamie?” she said, releasing him from the hug but putting a hand on his arm to steer him toward the sitting room. “Come on, it’s right through here. And I swear, even though it looks like it’s made for people who hate to feel good, Roy’s couch is actually really comfortable.”

Granted, she hadn’t spent too much time on it, as they tended to stay over at hers rather than Roy’s, but there’d been enough evenings curled up in front of a show while Roy made her dinner in what he termed “a properly stocked kitchen” for her to have brought a few pillows (in shades of grey and dark purple, in deference to the black leather) and a huge, soft, pink blanket (in deference to Keeley’s own happiness). (Roy had narrowed his eyes at the blanket, but hadn’t made any protests.)

Keeley sat down, patting the cushion right next to her. Jamie obediently took his assigned seat, and she didn’t hesitate to tug him closer, until he was leaning on her with his head resting on her shoulder. As she began to run her fingers through his hair, noticing how much longer the strands were than the last time she did this, he gave a shuddering little sigh.

Jamie had always loved to be held.

They sat like that for a while, talking quietly about a bit of this and that, Armani’s new line and Keeley’s job, while the tension slowly but surely left Jamie and he grew more and more relaxed against her—until the sound of steps in the hallway announced Roy’s imminent arrival.

Jamie made to sit up, seemingly concerned about the other man walking in on him half-draped over his girlfriend, but Keeley tightened her grip to hold him in place. Roy had asked her here to help with Jamie; he could hardly object to her doing just that.

As it were, Roy didn’t bat a lid. “Didn’t know if you took milk,” was all he said as he put the tea tray down on the coffee table.

“Uh, yeah, usually, yeah, but it’s fine without.”

Roy didn’t respond, but added a splash of milk from a small jug to one of the cups and handed it to Jamie, and then gave Keeley another before joining them on the couch.

Jamie lifted his mug to his lips, only to immediately lower it again after the first tentative sip. “There’s sugar in this,” he said accusingly, looking at Roy like he suspected the man of trying to poison him.

Roy looked… slightly embarrassed, Keeley noted with some interest and some amusement. “It’s supposed to be soothing, you prick,” he growled, but without any real heat. “My grandad used to make it like that when I was upset. Your next game isn’t until Saturday anyway, one cup of sweet tea won’t do much damage.”

“Oh. All right.” Jamie tried the tea again. “It’s good,” he allowed. “Thanks. And,” he added hesitantly after a moment, “thanks for, you know, doing this. Letting me be here. I never… I mean, you didn’t have to do that, and I know you were upset about the gifts and all that.”

Keeley looked up, meeting Roy’s eyes over Jamie’s head. He looked uncertain, which was a rare but not altogether unpleasant look on his handsome face. He didn’t say anything but gave her a little nod, go on.

“We weren’t upset, Jamie,” Keeley began, but paused as Jamie snorted and Roy rolled his eyes. “Okay, so Roy was a little upset,” she amended. “But mostly because we were confused, yeah? You never got along with Roy and suddenly you’re doing all these really nice things for him and not telling anyone about it and that’s sweet, you know, but it’s also really fucking weird.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was a bit mad I guess, yeah.”

He sounded more sheepish about it than upset, and Keeley smiled. “Little bit, yeah,” she agreed. Then she sobered. ”And I’m sorry things got weird the other day. I just thought it’d be good for us to talk things through, you know? But, I shouldn’t have tricked you into coming over to my place like that, making you think we’d be working on your brand. We could still do that later, if you want.”

At that, he twisted his head to look at her, a small, hopeful smile on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, sure. It’ll be fun.” It would too. Her skills had developed considerably since the last time she’d helped him with his PR, and there was no denying that she felt a tiny, professional thrill at the thought of finding out just what she might accomplish with Jamie Tartt now that she was a bit more experienced. And God knew his brand could do with some polishing, after the Lust Conquers All debacle.

For the first time that night, Jamie’s grin was undiminshed and genuine. “Mint.”

“Great! We’ll set something up for after New Year’s, then. A proper meeting this time, I promise. Before that, though… think you can explain it to us, babe? About the gifts?”

He looked away from her. For a long time he didn’t answer, just played with his rings while considering, and sneaking the occasional glance at Roy.

Thankfully, Roy kept quiet.

“Yeah,” Jamie said eventually. “Yeah, all right.”

#every time i sit down to write a new chapter i'm like #'oh but this will be a properly short one'#AND YET THEY NEVER ARE #i'd not be unhappy about this if it weren't for the fact that i am now litterally running out of time #chances are that tomorrow's chapter till just be the synopsis i wrote for it #namely 'roy has a lot of feelings about what jamie's told them'#keeley jones #jamie & keeley #jamie's christmas carol #my stuff #fic

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blaithnne · 4 days

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Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

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