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stardustvanfleet · 9 months

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Backstage Baby (Jake Kiszka x Groupie!Reader)

SMUT. 18+ ONLY! MDNI!!!!!

PAIRING: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

WORDS: 4k

WARNINGS: Dom!Jake. BASICALLY PWP. rough unprotected sex, edging, daddy kink, light choking (blink and you’ll miss it), mix of praise and degradation, nicknames (baby, princess, good girl, slut), my obsession with jake’s silver medallion, ending with flirtatious fluffy aftercare.

A/N: i’ve been writing band rpf for years, but this is my first gvf fic! ever since seeing them in boston on 9/15, i have literally been walking around in a daze, daydreaming about going backstage with jake……. and this is the result lmfao. title inspired by B-Side Baby by Adam Ant. i’m always looking for more gvf friends to discuss ideas with….. and also just cry and lose my mind with LMAO. anyway— i hope you enjoy! XO, li

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No matter how many times you saw Jake up there, he still made you breathless.

That furrowed concentration on his brow as his expert fingers flew across the strings… his hair falling across his shoulders… the way he would rock and grind against his guitar, glowing under the lights as sweat dripped down his forehead, his chest bare and slick from perspiration…

You didn’t really ever plan on becoming a groupie. The effect that Jake had on you had been intense enough long before you started following Greta Van Fleet around the country, before you’d even once thought you’d ever be in a room with him smaller than a stadium. But you hadn’t expected anything like the way things had actually gone. They had always said real life was stranger than fiction, but you had never thought its twists and turns could be this earth-shattering.

It had started with the eye contact. The first few times it happened, you couldn’t be sure if you were imagining things, your head perhaps fuzzy from the thrill of numerous front-row nights in a row… but when Jake crouched down and leaned towards you mid-solo, his eyes meeting yours with a jolt of electricity, a wicked smirk on his face, you realized with a heart-stopping shudder that no, you hadn’t been imagining his eyes on you.

Those looks would intensify as the tour continued. He’d always somehow find you in the front row, letting his cool and confident gaze rest on you as he played, just long enough to leave you squeezing your thighs together involuntarily. One night, you had been approached by a stagehand, who simply passed you a note with directions to an afterparty, and even though the note had no signature, something deep down told you exactly who it had been from.

That was your first night with Jake, and you had left the next morning with aching legs that felt like jelly. Since then, every night had been fucking cinematic.

Tonight was no exception. It had been damn near impossible to take your eyes off of Jake before you’d even had any opportunity to speak to him, but now, knowing exactly what he was able to do to your body, how fucking incredible he could make you feel… seeing him like that onstage made you positively throb throughout the show, taking all of your energy just to keep your composure.

As the concert winded down, you slipped out of the pit up front, making your way to the backstage entrance. The security guards, who recognized you by now— still an odd feeling — let you in. You headed towards where you now knew the band would be coming down once they left the stage, your heart already pounding with anticipation, heat already beginning to pool between your thighs. You took a deep breath, tugging on the hem of your top, which you had intentionally chosen due to its short length: you loved the way it highlighted the curves of your waist and hips, and hoped Jake would too.

And, as always, once they emerged, it seemed as though everything was happening at once– pulling out earpieces, handing off instruments and passing equipment along – but your eyes were only on Jake, and, you realized with a shudder that wracked your entire body, his were on you.

Once his guitar had been handed off, Jake wasted no time in heading right towards you, grabbing your wrist, and leading you down the hall. He didn’t need to say anything; you knew exactly where he was taking you, and you instantly felt a wave of overwhelming desire wash over your every inch. It was truly absurd how little he had to do to turn you on.

He pulled you into his dressing room, and immediately pushed your back up against the closing door. Jake’s large hands pinned your shoulders against it, a soft clicking sound occurring as the door locked automatically. His lips collided sloppily with yours, kissing you with a hunger that sent your head spinning, sparks of heat igniting deep within your core.

When he finally pulled back, grazing your bottom lip with his teeth as he did so, a shiver went down your spine, and it took you far longer than intended to regain composure and open your eyes. When you did, his heavy-lidded dark eyes were on you, pupils blown wide with desire. The dominance behind his expression was enough to cause an involuntary whimper to escape you, the sound of which brought out a smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“So needy today… What a dirty girl,” he said, his tone dripping with authority, making your knees immediately weaken. His eyes never left yours as he continued teasing, knowing by now what it did to you. He leaned in, making sure you got his next few words right in your ear. “You wanna get fucked tonight? Hm?” His voice was low and seductive, leaving one hand on your shoulder to keep you pinned to the wall, while his other one stroked first down your arm, then back up, your skin lighting up under his touch. As his body pressed up against yours, you could feel him, rock-hard and throbbing against your thigh, the sensation almost overwhelming as you found yourself nodding your head as hard as you could, already difficult to find the words.

That wasn’t enough, though, not for Jake. The hand that had been stroking up and down your bare arms moved abruptly to your jaw, holding it firmly in place so his gaze was locked on yours. “I asked you a question, princess.” Your lower lip trembled desperately as Jake tilted his head ever so slightly, his expression and tone just the right amount of patronizing as his hips began to roll at a slow but steady pace against you, breathing out, “You want this cock?”

“Yes, fuck,” you managed, already feeling lightheaded at just his words and close proximity.

“There you go,” he chuckled condescendingly at the sound of you using your words for the first time. He continued to rock up against your thigh, letting the hand on your jaw slide to your throat, but not lingering there too long, not giving you yet what he knew you wanted— just staying long enough to drag his long fingers down the sensitive skin of your neck, as if examining every inch of you. What a fucking tease.

“Jake, please,” you found yourself begging, taking your free hand and gripping the lapel of his black jacket— all he was wearing over his tanned, sweaty torso, which had been making your head spin all night— “I’m so fucking hot for you. So fucking wet for you. I want you so bad, please…”

The sound of your desperation made a low sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl rumble in Jake’s throat, and if your panties weren’t soaked through already, that alone would have been enough to get you there.

Your begging had satisfied him, for now. Jake finally released his grip, freeing you from your position pinned up against the door, only to lead you over to the white leather couch in the corner of the room. Before having you sit, however, there were two things that needed to be done. First of all, he shrugged his black jacket off from his shoulders, throwing it to the floor behind him, leaving him standing before you in nothing but those sinfully tight pants and that silver necklace that drove you wild. Through your lightheadedness, you could tell how horny he was, too— his pants left almost nothing to the imagination, and the sight of the achingly large bulge straining against the tight black fabric was making your head swim, to say nothing of the heat between your thighs.

That was when he lowered himself just enough that his lips were in line with the top button of your jeans, and you felt all breath leave your body as he looked wickedly up at you. Going slowly enough to make you squirm, but not so slowly that you’d protest, Jake unzipped your bell bottoms. His gaze never left yours as he pulled them down your legs, revealing inch after inch of your skin to him, his tongue flicking out across his own bottom lip hungrily as he watched himself undress you— this gorgeous present, all his to unwrap.

As you had anticipated, your light pink panties were so soaked they had been rendered essentially useless as a means of covering you up, and the feeling of Jake’s eyes devouring the sight of your pussy through them were only making you wetter.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes glancing up to meet yours for a moment before looking right back down at the burning heat between your legs. After a second or two of him just looking intently— as if committing the sight to memory— he spoke, saying, “Drives me fucking crazy…” as one of his hands found its way to the inside of your calf, stroking slowly up, further and further, “...how fucking wet you get for me, before I’ve even touched you. Goddamn.”

“Jake, please,” you begged again, your voice cracking a bit as you spread your legs to give him easier access to your inner thigh, his long fingers stroking and massaging you only centimeters from where you needed his touch the most. “I need your fingers… I need them… please.”

Your final “please” had such an undertone of neediness, desperation, it must’ve been exactly what Jake had been looking for-– and immediately, your eyes rolled back into your head as his long middle finger began to stroke deliciously up and down your clothed slit. He started at your entrance to gather your wetness through your panties, then slid upwards and flattened his fingertip out, letting the pad of the digit trace tight circles over your throbbing clit. Immediately upon the contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, you cried out, clapping a hand over your own mouth as you, in a cloud of arousal, watched Jake play with your pussy from his position between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he kept up his steady, rhythmic circular motions.

Time seemed to stop for what could have been seconds or minutes as Jake massaged your clit and teased your entrance through your dripping panties, and it was only when your eyes were watering and whimpers were falling from your lips that he pulled his hand back, the loss of contact making you let out an involuntary whine.

But once his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, you realized he wasn’t teasing any longer— he was escalating. The thought made you shudder as he tugged the soaked scrap of fabric down your legs, Jake’s face flushed with heat, that gorgeous hair of his falling across his shoulders and sticking to his forehead.

Once your panties were off, he tossed them to the side, standing up and leaving you trembling on the leather couch as his hands moved down to his own waistband, his eyes meeting yours and his tongue once again swiping across his bottom lip hungrily. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he moved to pull his pants down— which, at this point, were pornographically tight— and, Jesus Christ, he looked angelic as they came off. His skin was glowing with sweat, and warm light from the dressing room’s lamps was glinting off the silver medallion around his neck. When he took his cock out, you let out yet another involuntary whimper.

Hard and thick, the tip already glistening with his arousal, just the sight of it made your mouth water. He wrapped his hand around his length, beginning to pump it up and down just slightly as he lowered himself onto the couch next to you, watching with blown-out pupils as you pulled your crop top over your head, revealing to Jake that you hadn’t worn a bra underneath it, your tits bouncing free. The realization made him growl under his breath between strokes of his cock, groaning, “Fuck… you do that for me?” Your nod made him groan all over again, rasping out, “Mmmm… you’re such a dirty girl… C’mere.”

The simple command was all you needed, giving into your desire and practically pushing yourself against his slick, toned body. The feeling of his hot skin against yours alone made you moan out loud as Jake’s hands found your hips, pulling you into his lap. Once you were straddling him, you were so close to his cock that you felt entirely lightheaded, knowing that if you rocked forward, your clit would get the most incredible friction rubbing up against his length…

But you didn’t have to do anything yourself. Before you could organize your thoughts, Jake was kissing you again, messy and filthy, his tongue and teeth everywhere, his mouth moving sloppily from your lips to your neck and back again, and suddenly you hadn’t any thoughts left at all beyond Jake, his hands, his body, and the feeling of his cold silver medallion pressing up against the skin of your breasts— grazing your nipple, making you gasp into his mouth, eliciting a dark chuckle form the man beneath you.

One of his hands took yours and guided it to his cock, and when your fingers wrapped around the velvety skin of his length the both of you shuddered in unison. Jake’s mouth immediately dropped open from the pleasure, murmuring another, “Fuck, princess,” his other hand slipping between your legs to start toying with your clit again. It didn’t take long for your legs to start to tremble. You were aching for him to fill you up.

You both worked each other like this for a minute or two, eyes growing more half-lidded and cheeks flushing ever pinker as you built up to the main event. Finally, after what seemed an achingly long time, Jake finally spoke, words coming in between his heavy panting that was making your whole body tremble.

“You want it, baby? You want this cock right now? You want Daddy to fuck you like the cute little slut you are?”

You moaned so desperately you hardly recognized your own voice. He always knew exactly when to bring things up a notch, and how. You were nodding your head before you could even speak, finally finding the words to beg, “Please, Daddy. I need it, I need your cock,” staring at him with lust-blown doe eyes.

Jake let out a true growl this time, and sat back further, spreading his legs wide, his cock thick and hard and waiting, your wetness all over his thigh from where you had been straddling him. When he spoke again, his voice was low and authoritative. “Then sit on this fucking dick.”

The sound that left your lips in response to his words was something beyond desperation. With trembling thighs, you positioned yourself over Jake as he gave his cock another couple strokes, lining himself up at your entrance, and saying lowly, hotly, “Look at me.”

You obliged without even having to think, and with your eyes on each other, taking in every little change in expression, you started lowering yourself onto him. Slowly but surely, you felt every single inch of his hard cock stretching you out, and as you took all of him as deep as possible, you made sure to keep your eyes right on his as your mouth fell open. He loved to see what he was doing to you.

He only waited a moment, giving you enough time to grab onto his shoulders for leverage, but not enough time to catch your breath, before his hands found your hips. His fingernails dug into your skin, something sexy, dangerous, and dark in his eyes that you instantly recognized. Oh. There would be no working slowly into things tonight. Tonight, Jake was entirely in control.

Roughly, quickly, he lifted you by the hips, before pushing you right back down onto his cock, making you cry out in ecstasy. It was only a moment before he lifted you right back up again, then shoving you back down onto him, giving you no rest from the sudden and overwhelming pleasure. His sense of timing, perfected from years of playing guitar, was more obvious than ever as he started to build up a rhythm that was dizzying in its relentless repetition. The way he was filling you up felt so fucking good, and it only intensified when Jake began to fuck up into you while pressing you down onto him, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back anymore, starting to moan out his name as he fucked you.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Jake groaned out, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead onto his chest, “Such a good girl… taking my cock so fucking well. Goddamn. So fuckin’ filthy.”

“Fuck, fuck, thank you, Daddy,” you were moaning, broken sounds falling nonstop from your lips as Jake slammed his cock into you, but when your eyes threatened to roll back into your head, he once again took your jaw in his large hand, forcing your gaze to stay on his.

“I told you to keep your fucking eyes on me when I fuck you.”

You whimpered, biting your lip, Jake’s relentless pounding hitting you right where it felt the best, the angle at which he was fucking you giving him perfect access to your sweet spot.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, fuck, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged, the combination of his cock filling you up and that low, sexy voice of his right in your ear completely emptying your mind of any other thoughts besides how fucking good he was making you feel.

Jake was speeding up now, and it was getting harder and harder for you to keep your eyes on him with the pleasure building so intensely within you. You knew you were close, and his labored gasps and breathless growls made it clear that he wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck, baby… that perfect pussy… she’s gripping me so fuckin’ tight,” he was groaning against you, and you were nodding desperately and moaning out obscenities, tears forming in your eyes from the unyielding ecstasy. One of your arms was still around his shoulders, while the other had a white-knuckled grip on his silver necklace as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts.

He must’ve been able to tell you were close by the way your thighs began to shake, the way your moans turned into desperate, tiny whimpers, because you didn’t even have to say a word before Jake sucked his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and slick before lowering them to trace tight circles onto your clit.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was all so much; so deliciously overstimulating— Jake’s cock deep in your pussy, his fingers working your clit just right, his dark eyes looking at you so intently that even the act of him simply watching you as you fell apart felt so fantastically filthy and sinful.

“Does my little slut wanna cum?” Jake growled through gritted teeth, still thrusting up into you as he managed one of those patronizing smirks that drove you wild, “Not yet. Not until I say so.”

You let out a desperate whine, whimpering weakly, “Jake— fuck, please, Daddy.” Every word took all of your focus and energy to stammer out, with Jake surrounding what felt like every inch of your body, from his cock pumping in and out of you, to his fingers on your clit, and the heat of his skin against yours.

“Be a good girl now,” he continued between grunts, fucking you deep and hard, his lust-blown eyes never once leaving yours, “I’m gonna count down. Then… and only then… you cum on my fucking cock.”

You managed to make the only sound you could— a whimper that sounded so pathetic and slutty you hardly recognized your own voice. Trying to find words now would be hopeless. It was all so much. It felt so fucking good. Tears began to spill from your eyes as Jake’s thick cock slammed against your g-spot over and over again, in perfect time with his calloused fingers relentlessly circling your clit.

He chuckled condescendingly. You could tell— he knew you were too fucked out to answer him.

“Here we go, princess… five…”

You were trembling, moments away from the edge, utilizing every bit of energy you had left to hold off the orgasm that threatened to overtake you any second.

“Four… three…”

You could barely breathe. Every sensation, every feeling, was layered on top of one other. The pressure on your clit. Jake’s eyes, watching you unravel. The feeling of his cock swelling inside of you as he pounded into your cunt. His other hand still gripping your hip for leverage, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.

“Two…”

He leaned right in, giving you a look so fucking intense and hungry that you felt yourself go lightheaded, that heat building, building… so close, so fucking close… he just had to say…

“One. Cum for me. Fucking cum.”

The moment the command left his lips, it was all over. The white-hot coil within you snapped, and your body was overtaken with bliss, shaking uncontrollably as you clenched down onto him, the feeling of your release all around him making Jake groan out a pornographic, “Oh, fuck.”

He kept up his pace as he fucked you and worked your clit through your orgasm, repeatedly biting his lower lip in concentration as he groaned out, “That’s it, baby, give it to me, soak my fucking cock.” The pleasure was dizzying, damn near overwhelming, and through your haze it was impossible to tell for just how long he helped prolong your climax while chasing his own.

With a delicious moan and a string of obscenities, Jake pulled out of your cunt just in time, thrusting into his hand and covering your stomach in his cum. Even through your post-orgasmic haze, the sight of him cumming all over you was so incredibly filthy you found yourself whimpering all over again, watching him through glazed-over eyes as he rode out his high.

When you both finally collapsed onto each other, panting, covered in sweat and cum, Jake groaned out a breathless, “Holy fuck,” before taking his hand and running it through your hair. There was a tenderness in his gaze and a softness in his tone as he asked, “Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, slowly but surely coming back down to Earth. When you managed a dazed grin, he chuckled a little, smirking affectionately. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips— this one far more gentle, but no less passionate. When Jake pulled back, he breathed out, “That was so fucking hot, baby… goddamn. You’re something else.”

You felt a blush creep up in your cheeks as he stroked your hair, then your back, his tender touches grounding you as you caught your breath against his chest. It was only after a good long while, once the stickiness on your stomachs became too much to bear, that he helped you to your feet, your thighs already feeling a familiar ache, knees still wobbling a bit. By now, you had found your words, and you thanked him, giggling shyly despite yourself.

He wrapped a plush towel around you, cleaning you up as best as he could, grabbing another towel for himself. It was after this, though, that he spoke.

“Come back to the hotel with me tonight.”

His words took you by surprise. Yes, you’d been to his hotel rooms before— but generally, you’d head there in order to fuck, not after it already had taken place. He must’ve been able to read your expression, because he continued, “I wanna take care of you, baby. It’s the least I can do… there’s a jacuzzi, we can get a nice bath going for you… and there’s a king-sized bed…”

And… you were blushing again. Of course.

You chewed on your bottom lip with nervous excitement, your heart already starting to beat faster. “Jake… that sounds perfect.” He smiled at you, looking utterly radiant, and you felt butterflies in your stomach all over again as he put his arm around you. “C’mon, gorgeous… let’s get you some of my clothes to put on. I’ve got a sweatshirt in here somewhere…”

As you melted into his touch, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The night was only just beginning.

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A/N: thank you so so much for reading!! i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts either in the notes or through tumblr DMs. my ask box is always open for filthy thoughts, and i’m always looking for more gvf friends to discuss with 🥰 i’m also starting a taglist for any new fics i post, so be sure to let me know if you want to be added! XO, li

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bat-in-the-valley · 1 month

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God I’m so obsessed with Harvey.. I haven’t written a fic in like a year and I don’t think I’ve ever written smut, please excuse how terrible this is about to be. Takes place during the 10 heart event. Sorry if I still write like a 12 year old wattpad kid. Images not mine

18+ nsfw below the cut TW: Oral both m and f receiving, cringe, fingering, dirty talk slightly, reader is described as wearing a dress and having a vagina.

It had been about six months since you moved into the valley. Usually you had a hard time making friends but you had quickly integrated into life in Pelican Town. You had even managed to woo the town doctor. This morning you woke to a letter from your boyfriend asking you to meet him at the railroad tracks south of town.

As you approached the tracks he told you that you were just in time as a hot air balloon landed next to you. The portly little man who stepped out of the balloon told you that you had two hours and that he would be at the saloon. You wondered if it was hard to pilot a hot air balloon while drunk. You brushed off the thought as Harvey lead you into the balloon, “I thought you were afraid of heights?” You asked worried for your sweet boyfriend.

“I am yeah… but I’m determined not to let that stop me from doing what I want. I’ll try not to be scared.” As soon as the balloon started to lift he was right next to you, his head crooked into your neck. His beard and hair tickled your face and neck, you could smell coffee and cologne on him. He smelled like the forest sandalwood and wildflowers. The setting sun glowed on his skin the orange light bouncing off of his green eyes. “It really is beautiful up here, you can see the whole town. Everyone looks like little ants busily scurrying about their business,” he said. “I can see the farm, it still looks so overgrown. It’s been really difficult cleaning it up,” you sighed. He grabbed your hand, you could feel him shaking as he tried to suppress his fears. “Things take time, my love. Rome wasn’t build in a day.” Harvey chuckled.

You looked up at him, admiring his face… honestly you really wanted to sit on it. “Honey… could I maybe help with your nerves?” You asked, pecking him lightly on the lips feeling the tickle of his neatly trimmed mustache. “How would you like to do that, Darling?” He flushed. “Do you want me to show you? It’ll certainly take your mind off of things,” You teased. His adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded his okay. You kissed him once again, your hand behind his head pulling him in deeper and playing in his soft hair. He groaned into your mouth, you could feel the anticipation in the air. Slowly you started to kiss down his jaw, his neck down his body taking your time to get to where he really wanted you.

You pressed kisses down his stomach, his thighs and over his still clothed erection. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling them down with his boxers allowing his shaft to spring to life. He looked down at you, eyes half lidded and full of desire. Slowly you stroked him feeling him flinch at the touch of your hand. You could tell he was trying to keep quiet, his teeth bit his lip till it bled. You took him in your mouth slowly bobbing your head, he became undone mewling your name. “Holy Yoba… fuck- darling.” He panted. What you couldn’t take in your mouth you pumped with your hand, wanting to make him feel the best you could. As you kept up your relentless pace his sounds became louder. He started to shake, “baby I’m gonna- cu” He was cut off by his sharp intake of breath as the warm fluids filled your mouth and trickled down your chin. You swallowed but before you could clean yourself up Harvey pulled you up to kiss him. His fluids were still on your face, he could taste himself on you and his mustache became damp.

“I don’t think it would be fair if I was the only one to cum tonight…” He growled, pushing you to the floor. Your dress you picked to impress him splayed up revealing your lace underwear. There was a damp patch where your desire pooled. Harvey’s fingers looped under his fingers scraping your skin stoking the fire that burned within your belly. You whined, “please, please touch me.” He leans to kiss you again, trailing down your neck, kissing over your clothed nipples. His fingers draw circles on your thigh intentionally torturing you.

Harvey ran his finger down the slit of your entrance, kissing your jaw and smiling into your skin when you flinched at his touch. His mouth found its way to your clit where he nipped and sucked causing you to buck your hips up to his face. He licked first in small focused circles around your aching clit and then in long flat strips down your entire vulva. You moaned and screamed his name out to the heavens, certain the whole town could hear who you belonged to. “Hush baby, you wouldn’t want the whole town to know how I’ve ruined you. Or would you? Is that what you want for everyone to know who can make you feel this way?” He teased. Harvey’s middle finger entered you making wet noises as he thrusted it into you at a slow pace. His mouth connected to your clit again, as he entered another finger. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as he kept a ruthless pace. You felt the pleasure coming in waves through your whole body. Your legs began to shake as he held it with his strong arms face still deep in you like a starving man. Your vision blurred as you reached your climax, your release thundered through your body and he kept his pace as you rode it out.

After you both hand finished you helped each other back into your clothes trying to make it look like nothing had happened. Harvey glanced at his watch, “Oh Yoba, we’re thirty minutes late. How do we get down?”

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cellard0ors · 5 months

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Don't think I've done this in The Full Deck Series, so here we are:

Turn about is fair play.

This is Laura's predominant thought when she wakes up on a lazy Sunday to find Travis fast asleep next to her.

She grins at the sight of his mussy hair, his slightly open mouth with just a touch of drool and a little wheeze coming out - not quite a snore, but not silent breathing either.

Travis looks like the kind of man who needs about a million years of sleep, so, seeing him so passed out and comfortable is a sweet sight

However, she can think of a better one.

This in mind, she craftily makes her way deep under the covers...

Cut for naughty

Travis is only wearing boxers, so it's easy enough to work them off and find her target. Even limp, Travis is a decent mouthful and she draws his unerect dick between her lips.

It's a little disappointing she couldn't start with some morning wood, but she's sure that phenomenon might lessen with age. Getting aroused, however, has never been a problem for the man once he gets going and there's something extremely stimulating about feeling him grow bigger and harder in her mouth.

Laura works smoothly, simply - kissing and licking and suckling at him and she hears his breath deepen, feels his hips flex lightly, but she's pretty sure he's still asleep. Adorable.

Laura ups the ante, begins bobbing her head in earnest and when the firming spongey head of his cock bumps against the upper ridge of her soft palate she hears the sound she's been longing for.

The sound of awakening acknowledgement.

Travis huffs and curses sleepily, a slurry 'th' fu'k?' and a strange giggle works up around his length, because Laura can't help herself. More so when he pulls the covers back to expose her, putting on display the fact that she's very rigorously going down on him.

His head tosses back on his pillow, back arching, neck open and Adam's apple bobbing as he moans her name in sheer rapture. Laura preens under the praise, one hand easily dipping down to play with his swollen sac and now he whimpers.

It's such a luscious sound. It makes her feel so goddamn powerful and she hollows her cheeks, drinks him in more sharply and he rewards her with a rough, shallow thrust.

Laura was prepared for it though, welcomes it, and Travis's hands are clumsy, trying to find purchase within the sheets, within her hair and she lets out a sound of lusty encouragement, because she adores when he pulls on her hair when she's doing this.

Direct me. Control me. Make me take you.

She doesn't say those things, but she thinks them and hot heat floods between her legs. Jesus, she wants to draw off. She wants to climb over him, mount him, ride him for all he's worth.

But she wants him to cum and for her to see it more. She wants to give him the ultimate 'good morning' so she slowly releases him, peppering kisses all along his throbbing shaft as she purrs, "Where do you want it?"

Travis can only manage a confused, almost wounded sound and she whispers, "Your cum, baby. Do you want it in my mouth?"

She presses the tip against her lips, kissing it, before sliding it along one of her cheeks, "On my face? Or..."

She draws this word out as she carefully releases him and slithers upwards, as she grabs the bottom hem of her sleep top and curls it up and over her head, tossing it to one side to bare her breasts.

Laura's hand goes for his cock again, intent on running the tip along her chest only for him to let out a choked noise and shoot up.

Travis's eyes are...wide. Almost frightened. And that was not at all the reaction Laura expected. Travis rubs at his face, shakes his head and the look of humiliation that floods his expression breaks her heart.

He does his absolute best to quickly mask it, to hide it, and yes - a year or two ago, before they fell in love, she might have missed it. But Laura can read Travis now - like a book cover to cover - and she keeps her tone even as she asks, "What's wrong?"

"It's stupid." He says finally and she almost snorts, because it's clearly not, but she doesn't push. Pushing never worked before and it's not going to work now. Patience is the key and while it used to take him damn near a millennium to break, he's been doing it quicker and quicker since they got engaged.

Hence no pausing now as he mutters, "It's...sinful."

There were a lot of responses Laura thought she might get. This wasn't one of them. Travis keeps his eyes averted, "One time Ma, um, caught me."

His eyes slant to her for a second, then away, "Um. Y'know."

He doesn't explain. He doesn't have to. Laura can't even imagine the horror of Constance Hackett of all people catching someone masturbating. Especially Travis, her whipping boy, and he winces as if remembering it quite clearly, "She...was pretty upset. Said a lot of things she didn't mean-"

Laura hates when he adds this, but she lets it slide (for now) so he'll continue, "-but she made it very clear that I wasn't to do that anymore. Especially, ah, let...things...get out of control."

She gets the idea that 'things' is his euphemism for his seed. Something he confirms with, "Ma made a point of how that was a gift of life, a gift from God, and that it was only supposed to be used in the process of making babies. Albeit that that then rolled over into how I shouldn't expect any woman to want my children, what with me being a demon spawn and so on..."

Travis waves one of his hands as if to push the old conversation aside, "Either way, I...ah, obviously didn't stop... y'know...I just got more clever about it. Did a better job of keeping it a secret. But, um, wh-when she caught me that first time...I-I had a magazine and I was thinking about..."

His eyes finally rise, but not to Laura's face. They rest on her breasts and the heavy heat of his stare makes her nipples pebble, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as his gaze practically physically touches her and she sucks in a breath, "I see."

He just shrugs, obviously embarrassed, "Like I said... stupid."

Laura, however, is intrigued, "So, you've never-?"

She gestures to her face, her chest, and he watches with sad eyes before shaking his head, "No."

After a beat he adds, "I mean, you know I've had sex. But I've almost always been..."

He trails off but she catches the 'inside' and that tells her what she needs to know. An entirely inappropriate thrill shoots up her spine at the revelation. Travis is in his fifties and this is something he's never done with anyone.

Laura decides to test the waters, "But you've thought about it?"

The blush that takes Travis's face! The beetroot red that splashes on the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones as his jaw clenches and he nods. Then the rough timbre of his voice, "Back then...now..."

And that's when she knows he's thought about it with her in mind, specifically, and she's sure he thinks their little interlude is over, the moment ruined, but if there's one thing Laura Kearney is not, it's a quitter, and one of her hands descends back down to his softening cock, gently caressing it, "So...you never answered my question..."

Travis looks from his dick to her and then back again, clearly befuddled and perfect, as she asks slyly, "Where do you want it, Travis?"

"Laura?" It comes out slow, haltingly, but Laura is beaming. She's grinning from ear to ear as she starts rapidly stroking him again and she moves back downwards, using her mouth once more to rile him to full hardness

It doesn't take much.

Once again he's full and hard and ready and Laura is begging him, "C'mon,baby...I want it."

The groan that punches out of him at that. He looks so tormented, but so wanting, and she's tender, words honey, "It's okay. It's not sinful...I want you to spill on me..."

"Laura, please..." He sounds like he's being tortured, but in a fantastic way and Laura leverages herself up, runs her breasts along his sensitive skin and the near savage look in his glazed dark eyes answers her question without words, "Okay, Travis. Let me take care of you."

She presses her slim breasts together, pushes them so they form a plush surface for him to press against, press into, and the moment the head of his dick makes contact, Travis is lost

A wild cry tears up through him as he grabs at her, hands hard and bruising as he starts thrusting wildly up against her, against her breasts, her tight tits, and he breaks apart like glass, shattering in a million pieces.

Laura moans along with him, delighted as his hot release floods all over her chest. It paints her, wild spurts of it coating her skin and then, still lost in the euphoria of his climax or maybe gripped by some insanity associated with the 'sinful' nature of his actions and needing to cover it, he starts licking at her.

Travis is licking his own cum off of her and it's glorious. Laura hasn't even orgasmed, yet she feels like she's on the lull of her own afterglow as he slowly pulls away and looks up at her as if she's some deity come to earth to save him.

"Mmm, never got a chance to say it..." She sighs and wraps her arms around his neck, "But...good morning."

The chuckle he lets out at that makes her whole world light up and he just smiles, looking forever like the boy she fell in love with, "Good morning."

#hackearney #travis x laura #cellar answers #filthy filth!!!

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cosmica-galaxy · 4 months

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Hi, hello! Sorry to bother again but can you tell me more about the Drill mimic species? I don't see you talk about them and the Clock mimics enough so am curious to know sm about them ☕👀

-PART 1- Drill mimics: -Drill mimics are similar to Speaker Mimics; in which that they are very social to other remembers of their species and they have a close relationship with their sky bound counterparts, the speaker mimics. -Drill mimics live in the deep parts of the underground and inside of deep connecting burrows, similar to moles or ants. They raise young, drag prey down into their lairs for feeding, and they have underground citadels that they do all of their communal living in. Since they nearly all have liquid diets due to their proboscis, they feed mostly on liquids from plants and fluids of living creatures, like Skibidis. -Drill mimics can actually "lose" their "drill" when they start getting older while they are young. Their underdeveloped "drill" falls off when they begin to become an adolescent, which is quickly replaced by the sharper and more efficient adult-variety. The discarded "drills" can even be harvested for equipment usage, like using them for needles, crowbars, or chisels. Even while young, the "drill" is quite strong and can last for a very long time! -Drillets are raised among other drillets for safety and when a parent comes to find their baby, they will make a series of "drill spins" in a certain way or tone to find their baby, similar to penguins. -Some Drill mimics are able to venture out on the surface with little effect from the sun. These drills are usually darker in color and have "shiny" aspects to them. Like their drill being a solid color, usually black or yellow, and the "drill part" will take on an ore-like sheen. Some have even been documented to have some themed after precious gemstones, like rubies, gold, or even diamonds! -Drills find precious gemstones to be mostly building materials or overall useless. They have limited visual input, so the "beauty" of the gems don't seem to phase them. However, they are more than willing to trade the 'useless rocks' for something that can benefit them; such as fruits, processed goods, juices, skibidi hostages, or even fabrics. Which makes them a great source of trades for ores and gems! -As a result of these easy trades, the alliance has made a great deal of getting ores, material, and gems for their equipment for the war effort from these mimics and the drill mimics get a bunch of unique and delicious deliveries of organic food right to their own personal domain! A win-win! -Drill mimics are also quite friendly and like having their underside of their "drills" scratched gently. They are easy to bond with and will quickly warm up to you if you offer them a nice juicy piece of fruit, soft vegetable, or even a small animal to eat on. -Drill mimic "venom" has also been harvested for studying purposes and to be weaponized against the skibidis. A single dart loaded with even a few ounces of their venom is enough to paralyze a large skibidi in moments. Perfect for stealth-based missions and silent killings. It has also been reversed engineered into a vaccine for parasite afflicted units. Similar to a stun-gun, the darts are capable of killing a parasite and freeing a unit. Even large or "special parasites" can be killed with a single dart. Sharpshooters have been given these special vials for their missions and have had major successes in ambush missions. -Drill mimics are also very adamant about defending their territory. Skibidis that trespass over their claimed lands will not be taken lightly. The moment the drills feel threatened from above, they will form a pinch maneuver from under ground and come at the invaders from multiple directions. Pulling each victim underground, drain them of their fluids, and spit the drained corpses back out as a warning to any other trespassers.

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #skibidi tag #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi mimic

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arcanemoody · 10 months

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Listening to two season 5 era Nygmobblepot playlists I put together that, while very catchy and grounded in a love story I hold dear, are far from joyful. Particularly Ed's which is post-5x11, where he knows he has BIG feelings, but feels clotheslined by his actions in season 3. "That" is not something he can ask for from Oswald, so he's settling for staying in his orbit and keeping the knives out of his back.

i'm getting sentimental over you (tommy dorsey and his orchestra)

you don't know what love is (chet baker)

rehab (amy winehouse)

april fools (rufus wainwright)

don't say nothing bad about my baby (the cookies)

(what can i say) after i say i'm sorry (dinah shore)

telephone (electric light orchestra)

to love somebody (janis joplin)

am i blue (billie holiday)

last dance (donna summer)

they didn't believe me (dinah shore)

i'll call you mine (the zombies)

everything happens to me (chet baker)

i'm not okay (i promise) (robyn adele anderson)

just a gigolo (louis prima)

show me the way to go home (irving king)

keep yourself alive (queen)

the way you say goodnight (magnetic fields)

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And Oswald’s bridges the end of season 4, when he finds Ed’s dead body and goes through the standard Penguin ‘stages of grief’ in early season 5: try to stop feeling and make the world eat shit. All of which lands him squarely in the middle of the Haven crisis and, shortly after, Pena Dura: staggered by senseless death and how much Ed still doesn’t understand.

suffragette city (david bowie)

gatsu (guts' theme) (scooby)

glory and gore (lorde)

last nite (the strokes)

new town (the vitamins)

habanera from carmen (georges bizet)

real men (joe jackson)

house without windows (roy orbison)

stay with me (lorraine ellison)

faust (paul williams)

nightclubbing (david bowie)

have mercy on the criminal (elton john)

the way i do (bishop briggs)

stop the world and let me off (patsy cline)

don't look back in anger (scott bradlee's postmodern jukebox feat. maiya sykes)

sally go round the roses (the jaynettes)

i would die 4 u (prince)

prince charming (adam ant)

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Because. As much as I love a renewed accord awakening new passion... I need them both to do a melancholy conga line of raw suffering until someone forces them to talk it out at knifepoint.

#fandom playlist #nygmobblepot #gotham #this is a little self-indulgent #but i've had a hard day #and i don't care

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worldseer · 25 days

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A list of tweets I'd make if I had a Twitter and it wasn't a cesspool of bs

Levi Ackerman is Hozier-coded as a lover. No I will not elaborate if you do not understand.

Today's crisis: Am I autistic? The answer: My friends say I am.

"The sun and moon are lovers." No, it's the moon and the Earth. Sun's the fucking queen bee in Solar System High School. And yes, Jupiter is the fuck boy.

I don't think Hozier knew I would break beneath the weight of the fucking EMOTIONS I AM HAVING!

I saw a post today about how the inside of angels look like the messy wires of old computers and shit, and so my gender envy and catholic guilt decided to spit roast fuck me for an hour-

I got the autism that makes me memorize the most useless and horrifying facts known to man. How am I supposed to use that in the economy we have today? How will knowing that some ants enslave other ants help me in any way? Yes I just met you and you told me your name five seconds ago. No I don't remember it. Why? Sorry, I zoned out can you repeat everything you just said? Nevermind, just processed it all- what were we talking about? Right, the noises dinosaurs made-

People will tell me that babies are wonderful, like we all didn't see that giant baby thing from RE: Village and didn't collectively shit ourselves.

Sometimes I think I've gotten over the Catholic Guilt and then I get so much post nut clarity that I feel guilty and nearly research nunneries to join.

I think somewhere along the way, I got fucked up pretty bad because I don't think I should look at horrible things and think "would".

So far my 'hear me out' list contains Adam Frankenstein (the creature from the infamous Gothic novel Frankenstein) and Deadpool and all I've learned is that I do not care if a man has scars, as long as he looks like he has fat tits.

I've said I'm bisexual numerous times but I think the actual definition of what my sexuality is is that I am attracted to men who are in desperate need of therapy and women who would be mean to me. And an occasional monstrosity with vague gender.

This is the most boring fucking apocalypse ever. Where are the creatures? The ability to become unrecognizable? The eventual fate that all is lost and that I've become but a being of the forest?

#shitpost #this is all just a shitpost #Of random thoughts I find funny #enjoy degenerates #my writing #writing

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crown-ov-horns · 2 months

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I said I have 4 storylines of Good Omens fanfiction (including the Crossover with Legion). Had I said that today, I would've lied. There's five.

["Diary entry" under the cut, so there's no litany on an unwilling scroller's feed]

NOTE: I haven't seen S2 of GO, not do I intendt to, so beware of canon divergence

Well... The 5th one is less a coherent storyline, more a concept. I was playing Gardenscapes, and suddenly thought "What if F!Crowley were my Antichrist's mother?"

You know, maybe Crowley owed Satan a new Antichrist, or something. I guess, she'd have screwed up this one, too... Well, she'll gladly take over the world, she just won't destroy it.

The conversation (between myself and myself) went about like this:

Me: ...

Also me: what if?..

Me: for fuck's sake, not again

Also me: Lady Crowley...

Me: please stop

Also me: Was Maxine's mother?

Me: whyever would she be her mother?

Also me: because she owed Satan for the ruined Apocalypse, and had to carry the next Antichrist

Me: Maxine doesn't want the Apocalypse, she's a sane politician

Also me: works for Crowley

Me: she also has black hair and blue eyes

Also me: Satan has black hair and blue eyes, Benedict's not his faceclaim, anyway

Me: fine, why would her last name be Frost?

Also me: Satan goes by Lucian Frost on Earth

Me: why would he ever go by the surname Frost?

Also me: a not to Dante's Inferno

Me: I hate you

Also me: 🤪

Me: you're killing me

Also me: with pleasure 😊

[End dialogue.]

Now, like I always do with any new idea, I of course collapsed down into the daydreaming pit, which often turns fanfiction, and original stories alike, into Tolkien-level complex universes you'd need a lifetime to fully explore.

I thought, it could be funny. When Max meets Anathema and Newt's daughter Agnes in Oxford, they can bond over their unhinged families.

"You'll probably think my parents are weird as fuck, they have a pet raccoon they dye black, and pretend is a cat."

"Honey, no, I get you. My mother mentally abuses her house plants, and wears sunglasses at midnight."

Rich people things, I guess. I mean, they're both nepo babies, who would ask questions about why their families are weird. Who would ask questions about why a rising star politician's mother mentally abuses her house plants.

There's a lot of potential for comedy. Crowley's issues with her sister-in-law, for example. Satan and Michael... They have a strange dynamic. The last time they spoke to each other is mentioned in the Book of Jude. But, they both have the familia ante omnia, blood is everything mentality. They support each other's political aim. They would kill for each other. And, Michael feels very protective (possessive, even) over her niece (the family mediator, why do you think she's a perfect diplomat). It would annoy the Hell (Heaven?) out of Crowley. Still, in the end, she and Michael would probably kill for each other, also.

I'd imagine Satan forbidding any contact with his disowned son... I don't know. In my fanfictions (where he is a thing), Maxine and Adam usually do have eventual contact, and consider themselves siblings (do keep in mind, though, Max would always choose her father over her brother). Satan doesn't mind her not wanting the Apocalypse, as long as she's loyal to him. He sees good points in her arguments against. He never really cared for it, anyway, it was mostly the armies.

Also... Maxine rides horses, ever since she was a child. Crowley doesn't get along with animals, everyone knows that. But. She's the nightmare equestrian mom (think soccer mom, only worse - much worse). How does she get along with Max's animals?.. Well, Titan (the hellhound) actually likes her. Ulysses (the horse) tolerates her. Horus (the falcon - yes, Max's so posh she's in the falconry hobby)... I have no idea. He'd probably sit on her shoulder, sometimes. But, Crowley's anxious around him, since snakes aren't usually friends with raptors.

At first, I thought about conflict between Crowley and Maxine. For example, her refusing to ride in the Bentley, because she (every author must place pieces of them in their characters) despises Queen. But... I don't like writing that. I like writing loving, healthy relationships between mothers and daughters. So, it's more "What do you mean you're bad at being a demon? You caused the Fall of Humankind. None of them can compare to you", and"You'll be the perfect Secretary-General of the United Nations, honey". We love mothers and daughters supporting each other here. ❤

I even thought of cute scenarios, like Crowley coiling in Max's crib, because she's anxious, and wants to protect her baby.

Max is fiercely protective of Crowley. That's why she'd be in conflict with Beelzebub - funny enough, for a similar season to the other stories (Beelzebub causes the death of her adoptive mother, after she realizes she's raising the Antichrist). Beelzebub hates Crowley, and the Beast of Rev. will show her very sharp teeth, should someone threaten her mom. Satan's on his family's side, don't worry.

Actually... You know why this story is cool? Horrific things happen to Crowley in my other fics. Not this one. Actually, she's doing great. She's the Queen of Hell. Damn... She'd outrank Beelzebub. She could terrorize... Her? Like I said, I haven't seen S2, Ι don't know the pronouns, and I don't care, you can get them right if it matters to you (I just know in S2 an actress from Bridgerton played her (?)).

As for Satan/Crowley... As long at Crowley's female, I don't mind it. I like it. Good for you, you little serpent tempter. Because, you know I always romanticise the Devil.

Have I any ideas for smut? You bet I do. I even have crack ideas... You know that picture of a female wolf protecting a male wolf's throat? Think that, but Crowley's coiled around Satan in her snake form, and snaps at anyone who wanders close.

So, I let this out into the web. Now I'll have to actually do it. Wish me luck. 😑

#diary pages #writing journal #fanfiction ideas #good omens #good omens fandom #good omens fanfcition #writer problems #fanfiction writer #crowley #lady crowley #female!crowley #satan #the antichrist #maxine frost #crowley x satan #crowley is maxine's mother #this is like an actual diary entry #when i think about crowley and satan... hell it's actually hot #satan knows how to make br**ding kink work alright and I intend to show it #crowley could rub so much salt in beelzebub's wounds - she's the queen of hell she outranks (?)#seriously i don't care about this characters canon pronouns and I will use whatever pronouns I wish #the thing that matters is crowley's the big b*tch in the yard now and Satan will always take his wife's side #seriously i can think of so many cute scenarios but also funny but also... the smut okay #the serpent and the dragon #lucian frost is such a great name though it's very aesthetic very dark academia old money #maxine's opinions on beelzebub and gabriel reflect my own #seriously i need to put in an equestrian mom crowley scene into whatever i make of this that would be hilarious #why do i feel Crowley and Max's bond here is going to be everything #i have so many wips i'll need a lot of whiskey i guess i better start plotting and better start writing not killing time on here

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