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imyourbratzdoll · 2 months

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Hey babe!! I'm beyond obsessed with your recent Lloyd/Ransom lollipop fic! Could we perhaps get a follow up where Lloyd tests out said lollipop on reader?👀🥵

hi baby! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to do your request! I hope you like what I've done.

last part to wedding crasher and the prequel lollipop

summary - after your ex ransom crashed yours and lloyd's wedding and revealing your dirty little secret. your now husband wants to try it out for himself on your honeymoon.

warning - smut, food play, being called a slut, daddy kink.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine and divider by @newlips

After the wedding and your ex crashing it, Lloyd decided during your honeymoon that he should be allowed to experience your lollipop kink. So, that’s exactly what he did. After a lovely romantic dinner, he led you back up to the room and threw you on the bed, reaching over with a devilish smile as he pulled out a strawberry lollipop from underneath his pillow, bringing you into a rough make out session before he begins with his plans. Which leaves us too now.

“Stay still, Pumpkin. Let daddy fuck you with this sweet treat.” Lloyd growls, you’re sprawled out on the bed, lips puffy and swollen from your husband kissing you roughly, your cunt dripping as you anticipate what’s going to happen. Lloyd lies between your legs, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyes your glistening folds. One hand grips your hip, holding it down while the other rubs a strawberry flavoured lollipop between your folds. The lolly bumping against your puffy clit causes soft whimpers to fall from your lips. “I chose strawberry for us, Pumpkin. So, whenever you see anything resembling a strawberry, you’ll think back to this night.” He smirks, “Be a good girl for daddy.” He says with a hint of a warning behind his words, knowing how greedy you can be once he gives into your desires.

Your eyes roll back as he pushes the sweet treat into your cunt, his cock twitches as he watches you practically suck the thing in as though it were your mouth doing it. “L–Lloyd!” Smack “Daddy!” You moan as he coats the lolly with your juices, picking up the pace and swirling it around, hitting your sweet spot.

Lloyd thrusts the lollipop faster and harder into your sweet cunt, his thumb connecting to your puffy clit, groaning as your back lifts from the mattress and you begin to squirm. Your fingers curl into the bedsheets as he fucks you hard, slowly turning you into his kinky little slut with each movement. Lloyd huffs out a chuckle, “Huh, your ex was right. You are a kinky little slut.”

His words cause tingles to erupt throughout your body, juices flowing out of your now strawberry-flavoured cunt as you cum. You slowly sink back into the mattress, hazy eyes locking onto Lloyd’s as he gently pulls out the lollipop, you whimper as you watch him put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the treat as he collects your taste. Your eyes widen as he crawls up your body, leaning over you with the lollipop hanging loosely in his mouth. He hums, “I think I just found my new favourite treat, Pumpkin.”

The rest of the night is filled with everything imaginable, not leaving the bed until two days had passed and you were utterly fucked out.

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roosterforme · 11 months

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The Birthday Blues | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley loves celebrating your birthday. It's his favorite day of the year. But you're almost too upset to celebrate, and you don't seem to want to tell him why.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, swears, mentions of trying to get pregnant

Length: 2800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"Roo?" you mumbled when you thought you felt your husband touching you. Was it morning? Or were you still asleep? You must be having a dream, because you felt good. No, you felt fucking great.

"Happy birthday, Baby Girl."

You cracked your eyes open, searching for the source of your pleasure, and then you saw that Bradley was nestled between your thighs, eating your pussy.

"Oh!" you gasped. That's why you felt like you were melting into a pool of pleasure. Because you actually were. You watched Bradley's head bob slightly as he licked long, languid stripes along your pussy. The early morning light was turning his messy bedhead hair a pretty copper color, and when you pushed your fingers through it, he kissed your thigh before returning to his task.

It was your birthday. You were thirty one. And you were pretty sure he wasn't going to stop until you came at least one time on his face. So you propped yourself up on one elbow to watch the show.

"Is this my birthday present?" you whispered as Bradley's mustache brushed against your clit.

"Just one of many," he rasped before kissing his way up and down your slit. When you were sufficiently moaning for him, he wrapped those pretty lips around your clit while you played with his hair.

Each little flick of his tongue had you gasping and asking for more. But he knew your body like the back of his hand, and he was drawing this out on purpose. Every time your voice got higher in pitch, he eased back the pressure until you calmed down. And then he started all over again.

"Roo!" you whined, practically riding his face as he held your hips down on the bed. "Let me cum! It's my birthday!"

The devilish look he gave you should have been enough warning, but a minute later, he was fucking you with two fingers and sucking your clit just right. When you felt the prickle of his mustache on your skin, your head tipped back against the pillow, and you felt yourself squeezing his thick fingers as you whined his name until you were laying in a limp, boneless pile.

Then you felt his warm body weight on your sensitive skin as he kissed your lips. His mustache was wet, and he let you lick his face clean.

"I need to be on base in thirty minutes," he rasped, making no move to leave you or the bed. "Fuck, why didn't we take today off? It's the most important day of the year."

"Because we burned through all of our vacation time for our honeymoon," you reminded him.

"It was worth it," he whispered next to your ear before he climbed out of bed. You watched Bradley step into his flight suit before he disappeared into the bathroom. You desperately wanted to coax him back to bed, but you also really wanted Bradley to leave for work.

He kissed your lips one more time and said, "Birthday dinner at seven. I'll let Tramp out before I leave. I love you, Baby Girl."

And once he was gone, you dashed out of bed and into the bathroom. You dug around in the closet for the pregnancy tests you bought yesterday after work.

"Come on," you whispered, pacing around the bathroom and bedroom after you peed on the sticks. This could potentially be the best birthday present of your life, even better than a birthday morning orgasm from Bradley.

When your timer went off and you checked the tests, tears of frustration filled your eyes. You tossed the tests into the trash and got dressed for work.

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It was actually unfair. Finding yourself on the verge of crying at work on your birthday shouldn't have been happening. And now as you sat in your office, swiping tears away, you realized you were just angry at yourself for taking the pregnancy tests in the first place.

But you had been trying for two months. And you'd spent the last decade trying your damnedest not to get pregnant. And if you knew there might have been something wrong, you'd have stopped taking birth control months ago. Because you and Bradley had been having very frequent sex for weeks now, and you felt like you were disappointing yourself and him, too.

You closed your computer and carried it down the hallway to your lab where your newest coworker Cat seemed to be having a great day. She was laughing with your other labmates just like you would normally be doing, but you weren't feeling like yourself. So you just kept your head down and got your work done.

You knew you shouldn't have done it, but you texted Bradley and told him you were simply too busy to make it down to the cafeteria for lunch today.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: really? everyone wanted to see you. i wanted to see you...

And then you started crying again. Because the negative pregnancy test was getting to you so much, you were letting Bradley down even more.

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"I think you should wear the dress you wore on our first date," Bradley crooned next to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "You look so good in red."

You wiggled out of his grasp and finished unbuttoning your uniform shirt. As you removed your pins, you said, "Our first date was in the summer. It's too chilly out today."

Now he was looking at you like he was trying to figure out what he had done wrong. "I'll keep you warm. Or you can wear one of my sweatshirts over it if you want to. Or you can wear leggings and your oversized sweater. It's your birthday. And you're perfect. And you're going to look perfect."

But you really weren't perfect. You sighed and nodded at him. "I'll just throw on something casual. You said it doesn't matter what I wear."

You could tell he wanted you to wear that red dress. But you were feeling like punishing yourself for being in a bad mood on your own birthday. And you were bloated. Plus you'd gained a few pounds on the honeymoon and over the holidays. You'd look terrible in that dress right now. But Bradley just nodded his head once as you walked away from him. "Anything is fine, Baby Girl."

"Great," you muttered, pulling on the leggings and sweater. The car ride was painfully quiet, and as soon as he got on the highway, you knew where he was taking you. You bit your lip to keep the tears at bay.

"Did I piss you off today?" he asked as he parallel parked the Bronco in front of the hot sauce restaurant he'd taken you to on your first date.

"No," you whispered, closing your eyes against the tears you could once again feel. You were emotional because your period was starting, not because you were pregnant. And that thought was making more tears burn your eyes.

"Sweetheart, if you're not feeling it, we can go home," he assured you. "I won't be upset. I should have let you pick what you wanted to do today."

"No, it's fine, Roo. I love it here. You did good," you said, trying to infuse your voice with the excitement you usually felt when he surprised you with silly little things. Normally you would have been climbing across the seat to wrap your arms around him, excited that he brought you back here, but instead you climbed out your own door onto the sidewalk.

"Okay," he whispered a moment later, taking your hand in his larger one and kissing your fingers. "I'll let you order both meals and eat half of each one. I know you love doing that here." Bradley guided you inside as a smile found its way to your lips.

"I do love that," you told him. Soon you and he were sitting side by side in a booth, and he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You were pouring out little samples of various hot sauces onto your plate and tasting each one while Bradley sipped a beer. He helped you rank the bottles in order of deliciousness, and then you ate half of your meal and half of his.

"Let me buy you bottles of your top three draft picks," he joked, taking out his credit card to pay the bill and asking the waiter to add on a few bottles of the hot sauces you liked best.

"Thanks, Roo," you whispered, kissing his cheek. This wasn't so bad. You'd get over this sadness like you had last month. It would just take a few days, and you could blame it on your period.

Your husband took you by the hand, but instead of leading you back to the Bronco, he crossed the street with you. "Thought we could walk along the pier? For old time's sake?"

You looked up into his eager face in the dim glow of the streetlight. He just wanted to please you, just the same way you always wanted to please him. So you nodded and started out along the pier where you'd spent plenty of time getting to know him and making out with him so many months ago.

When you leaned against the railing and looked out at the dark water beyond, Bradley rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. "Promised I'd keep you warm," he murmured next to your ear.

You smiled. "You should have put that in your wedding vows."

His soft sigh as he rubbed his hands along the front of your body made you feel a lot better. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday dinner. I wasn't joking, this really is the most important day of the year. My very favorite day of the year. Besides our anniversary."

"I love you even more than I love hot sauce."

The promise fell from your lips as he chuckled and said, "I hope you don't lose your taste for spicy food when you're pregnant."

The chilly night air started to seep through the fabric of your sweater everywhere that he wasn't touching you. Your face fell into a frown. The dark water no longer looked peaceful. Tears filled your eyes quickly, as if they had been right there at the surface, just waiting for another excuse to drip down your cheeks.

You tried your best to keep it together, but Bradley knew right away that something was wrong. He spun you in his arms until you were facing him. "Please, Baby Girl. Please tell me what's going on. If I made you upset, you need to tell-"

But you just shook your head and pushed him gently away from you, and Bradley looked like you had slapped him across the face. "I'm not pregnant, okay? I'm not. I took a pregnancy test this morning, because my period should have started today."

"Sweetheart, that doesn't matter. We have time-"

"Just stop it, alright?" you asked, wiping away your tears as he reached for you. "Please, just stop talking. Let's go home."

Bradley rubbed his hand along his lips and mustache before he nodded. When he held his hand out for yours, you didn't take it. Rather you just strolled back up the pier toward the street a few steps in front of him, continuously wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands.

When you reached the Bronco and went to climb in, Bradley jogged up behind you and buckled the seatbelt for you. He didn't try to kiss you, but he did run his thumb along your knuckles as he whispered, "Love you."

But you pressed your lips together against the pain in your heart instead of responding to him. And then he took you home in silence, not even bothering to choose a playlist to listen to.

Now you'd upset your husband by telling him the truth about what was bothering you. He probably thought you were insane, losing yourself like this for the second month in a row. Blaming yourself for not being pregnant yet when you knew, deep inside your mind, that you hadn't actually done anything wrong. But you felt the uncontrollable, hateful desire to blame yourself anyway.

You were still dabbing at your eyes with your sleeves when Bradley pulled into the driveway. He killed the engine and turned to face you, but you were out the door and heading for the front porch before he could get a single word in. After wrestling with your key for a moment, you shoved the door open and nudged Tramp to keep him inside. But when you turned the lamp on, you froze in place.

Your entire house, literally every surface you could see, was filled with yellow flowers. Tulips, roses, daffodils and zinnias. Everywhere. Just like he had done for you last year. You squeezed your eyes shut, but you could feel Bradley's presence behind you.

After you sucked in a breath, you peeked into the kitchen and saw more flowers along with pink champagne in the ice bucket next to a beautiful confetti cake. Music was playing softly through the small speaker you kept next to the sink, and you recognized the songs as ones from a playlist Bradley made for you when he had been deployed. Your breathing was getting ragged as you sobbed into your hands.

"I'm sorry," Bradley murmured. "I had Nat and Bob bring everything over to surprise you. Give me a couple minutes and I'll get it cleaned up."

"No," you gasped, crying harder. "It's perfect."

You looked up at him through your tears, and just shook your head. He was hesitating to touch you now, and you hated that. And a second later, you were stumbling forward into his arms.

"Don't clean it up," you whispered. "I love it."

You could feel him slowly wrap his arms around you as you buried your face against his chest and sobbed until you couldn't cry any longer. He just held you there while your head throbbed, gently rubbing your back and shoulders until you were done.

As you sucked in a deep breath, he whispered, "You know, you're not alone here, right? You're literally never alone, because I'm here, too."

You swallowed down your guilt and looked up at him. When you nodded he kissed the tip of your nose.

"I don't want to have to keep telling you every month that you're not the only one trying for a baby. I don't want you to keep thinking that. This is 50/50 here, Baby Girl. You and me."

"I'm sorry."

He kissed you hard on the lips, effectively silencing you before whispering, "You're not allowed to apologize on your birthday."

You smiled up at him, half laughing and half sobbing. "Fine. I won't then."

He pulled you flush against his body and you took his face in your hands as he said, "We've got plenty of time, Sweetheart."

You ran your thumb along his scars. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

"Never," he promised, his voice growing deep and raspy. "You could never."

"But-"

He kissed you hard again. "All you ever do is make my life better. I wouldn't lie to you about that."

Instead of trying to argue with him, you just nodded and let him kiss you until you were smiling. He was right. You had plenty of time to do everything you wanted to do together.

With Bradley's lips gliding along your forehead, you whispered, "Should we have some cake?"

A few minutes later, you were sitting on the piano bench next to him with Tramp in your arms, and Bradley played and sang Happy Birthday. He kissed you about a million times as he poured two glasses of champagne and sliced into your birthday cake. Then you stood in your kitchen which smelled like all of the floral arrangements, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind once more. You laughed every time he kissed your cheek and opened his mouth for some cake.

"Thanks, Roo," you whispered before you fed him a bite. You'd make sure he had his favorites for his birthday, lemon cake and beer. And maybe with a little luck, in a few months when he turned thirty seven, you would be skipping the beer in favor of something non-alcoholic.

"I hope you enjoyed the best day of the year," he murmured. And you realized that all the best parts were when you were with your husband, living in the moment instead of worry about what you couldn't control.

Later, when you were ready for bed and snuggling up on his chest, you told him, "You could never disappoint me, either."

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daughterofyore · 1 year

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hiii !! loved your george post your writing absolutely amazing.. i was wondering if you could write about george and readers honeymoon or george fucking reader on even days (intense smut and angst i beg)

thank you anon who I definitely don’t know- ;) I’ll do two different stories for you, one for the honeymoon and one for even days :)

Honey Sweet.

King George x f!reader

[[Queen Charlotte (netflix)]]

category; heavy smut, fluff

wc; 2,783

a/n; You and King George have been friends for years, playfully teasing each other and sneaking improper meetings with each other. You marry and your honeymoon is very, very spicy. The naughtiness you both tried to tame flares.

!!W!!;; nsfw, light bondage, virgin, degradation, praise kink, lowk rough sex, gagging, breeding kink

The wedding had been a grand affair. Lavish, sprayed in the finest jewels and freshest flowers. All those of importance in attendance. Anyone who was someone sat along the gallery and watched as you walked up the aisle. Your train felt miles long, the skirts of your wedding dress billowed around you as you traveled up the aisle. You could see him, standing at the altar. Your first time seeing him since your secret rendezvous in the garden. He looked, spectacular. You admired him, devilish smile grinning down at you. You swore his eyes were glazed as he watched you approach.

When you finally stepped onto the altar he took your hands in his, he whispered a gentle “You’re beautiful.” Before turning to face the Bishop. The pair hearing the bishops words but not really listening. The tension between the pair of you was palpable. You watched him in your peripheral, a smile creeping onto the corners of his lips. A man of mischief, it seemed.

“I now proclaim you man and wife, King and Queen of the United Kingdom’s.” The bishop smiled, looking between the pair of you as you both turned to face each other. “You may kiss your Queen, sire.” George smiled down at you, grinning from ear to ear. How lucky were you to marry the love of your life? Your childhood best friend? The man you truly, utterly adored. George stepped close to you, holding your hands close to his heart.

“I love you.” He whispered, loud enough for only you to hear. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Quickly before you could register what had happened he bit your lip, sly enough nobody else could notice it. You withheld a yelp, looking at him with slightly widened eyes. “That’s a hint for what’s to come later.” He smirked down at you, squeezing your hands as you turned to face your court. The Ton rose, applauds erupting in a cacophony of celebrations. The pair of you strode down the aisle, hand in hand, united before all.

You entered Birmingham House, fresh into your honeymoon respite. The house staff applaud you as you entered, and George thanked them gratefully. You nodded and thanked them, the pair of you beelining for the grand stair case. Red carpet and flowers from the reception lining the bannisters. George leaned down to your ear, whispering “I would run up these stairs right now with you in my arms if I could, but your wedding dress is much too heavy for me.” You chuckled, looking up at him. “You look ravishing in it, I must say.” His grin widened, you couldn’t help but scoff at his flattery.

“And you, my dear husband look delicious in this white and gold uniform.” George bit his lip, looking like he could devour you this very moment if given the chance. He would, once you were in your chambers.

“I cant wait to rip that beautiful dress off of you.” You felt butterflies erupt into flight in your stomach, your knees almost buckling. “But for now, I’ll admire your strength in carrying the thing.” He stopped at the stairs. He stood behind you, waving handmaidens away as he scooped up your train and skirts, lifting the weight so you could climb the stairs. “First act of marital duty, help my wife to bed in her wedding dress.” The pair of you laughed, climbing the stairs in tandem. The staff admired the pair of you, if this was your first night they were sure the pair of you, were a match made in heaven.

George swung open the doors to the chambers. A crackling fire blazed in the hearth, a grand ordained varnished mahogany four poster bed sits at the far centre wall. Curtains drape across its corners, and of course the room is themed in the famous royal reds. The moment the doors closed behind you, George dropped your dress, turning you around to face him. “I’ve been wanting to devour you the moment I saw you at the bottom of the aisle.” He slipped his fingers beneath the lacy sleeves in your shoulders. “But I have had to wait, and now, my dear wife, I need your attention.” You gulped, your core ablaze. He stood before you, breathing deep as if to calm himself. “I must ask you, I knew we have had our own improper dealings…” he was referring to all the times the pair of you slipped away in gardens, never going the full mile but, playful kisses, bold touches were most certainly exchanged. But never did you expose your bodies or go a step too far. You were friends first, then this romantic attraction had grown. And now here it was, in full display as you stood before each other. Wedding rings brand new and heavy, the sexual tension pulsating between you. “Are you comfortable with going the whole way tonight?” You looked up at him, through your lashes and sucked in a breath.

“I’m ready for anything if it is with you George.” He smiled, immediately leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. His kiss was feverish, desperate nearly. He yearned for your attention, your body. He had controlled himself for so, so long. He had desired you from the moment the pair of you had met and now it was finally coming to fruition. He slipped an arm around your waist, pressing you into his front. He licked your lips, nipping at them gentle. He sucked the tiny sting away, before finally slipping his tongue against yours, dancing around your mouth. Your breath escaped you, gasping against his kiss as he explored you. He took it as an invitation to delve deeper, gently guiding you backwards to the bed.

He lay you out like a feast. Bracing himself over you with a hand each side of your head, he lowered himself down to kiss you again. He brought his head to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin where your neck and shoulder combined. Your skin popped out of his mouth with a wet smack, and he grinned. “Marked as my wife, I think I’ll do that more often.” You smirked you at him, wrapping your hands behind his neck.

“You dirty thing you.” You chuckled, guiding him back to your lips to kiss him again. He pulled you up, kneeling onto the bed and stepping around you, undoing the various buttons and ribbons with meticulous care. Ever so slowly he undid each fasten, achingly slow and you felt the fiery need in your core grow. Once you were free he came to stand in front of you, pulling you up as he slipped hands beneath the sleeves and pulled down the dress. Teasingly dragging the fabric over your skin and watching it fall from your body. You were adorned in lacy white lingerie, specifically for this moment. The dress fell to the floor, piled at your feet. The white garter around your thigh squeezing your flesh. He sucked in a shaky breath as he admired you, drinking in the sight before him.

“Oh the things I will do to you tonight my queen.” Without another word he ripped his own suit off, throwing the shirt to the side and yanking his trousers down till he stood in briefs. He guided you back to the bed, laying you down and crawling on top of you once more. He pulled you up till you lay completely on its mattress, then he began to turn his attention to your breasts. He grabbed the corset, yanking at the ribbons and pulling it off of you. Your breasts fell free, without a moments hesitation his mouth latched to your nipple, sucking and grazing his teeth over it. Your fingers snaked through his hair, tugging slightly. Your leg raised to wrap around his waist. He groped your other breasts in his hand, massaging it, squeezing and pulling gently. He turned his attention to the other nipple, leaving the other swollen and puffy. He brought his fingers to it as he sucked the other, pinching your nipple and causing you to squirm from the sensitivity. He chuckled against your skin, loving your reaction. The soft skin was heaven for him, this was perfection. You were perfection. He could not imagine himself in any other reality than this one, right now.

His lips left your nipple with a pop, and he licked a trail to your stomach. Kissing you lovingly and snaking his way to your waist. He toyed with the hem of your panties, playing with them as he looked up to you. “Ready my dear?” You nodded, gasping a quick breathless yes as he pressed two fingers to your slit. Rubbing the fabric between them and savouring your juices as they soaked it. He bit the hem of your underwear, dragging it down over your thighs and off your legs. He took it from his mouth, gently turning you over and bringing your hands behind your back. So smoothly he created a makeshift handcuff with the lacy white fabric, tying your hands behind your back. He rolled you back over, spreading your legs and diving into your cunt.

You squirmed beneath him, trying to pull away. He only yanked you closer to him, holding you still as he explored your folds. Licking long lazy lines up your centre, tasting you. He reached your clit, immediately beginning to lick and suck it. You arched your back, unable to contain your ecstasy. Moans escaping you as he played with you. He brought a finger up, inserting it agonisingly slow and working it in and out of you. Feeling you widen and soak his hand, he stuck in a second, then a third. He pumped his hand in and out of you, curling his fingers to reach that particular spot that made you cry out his name. Your moans rang through the room, your hands clawed at his head, simultaneously begging for him to continue and stop. He never slowed his pace, keeping steady rhythm in playing with your clit and pumping his fingers into you. “Oh George you’re going to- to make me cum!” You could barely speak between your moans, yet you felt him smile against you. He didn’t miss a beat, working you towards that orgasm. It was your undoing when he placed his other hand on your swollen clit, rubbing it fast and without mercy.

“Cum for me darling, show me what a good girl you are.” You cried out beneath him, his touch electrifying. The orgasm ripped through you, and he continue his ministrations throughout. Riding it out for you, leaving you a pile of mush and sweat. Breathing heavy. He grinned down at you, watching you catch your breath. “We are far from done my dear, I still have to put a baby in you.” You swore it was almost your undoing again, before he climbed off the bed and stood at its edge. He grabbed your thighs, pulling you off the bed with great care and guiding you to your knees. He pulled off his briefs, admiring his handy work at your makeshift handcuffs. “Show me what a good slut you are, wife. Suck me dry.” His cock stood hard and tall, he pressed it against your lips. You licked a slow line from its base to its tip, George moaned above you.

You took him in your mouth, sucking the tip and only taking him half way into your mouth. His size made it hard to full take him, so you made up for it in sucking him hard and licking his tip as beads of precum leaked. He looked down at you, grabbing a handful of your hair and guiding your head up and down on his dick. He began to face fuck you, creating a steady rhythm of in and out. Working his way deeper into your throat each time. “Such a pretty little slut aren’t you wife? Sucking my cock like this.” He admired the way your tits jiggled with each thrust he pushed into you. Without warning, he pushed himself into you to the hilt, his balls against your chin. “Take it, take it like a good girl.” Your toes curled, gagging on his cock as your eyes watered. He pulled out allowing you to catch your breath, before slamming back in. He repeated this over and over again, choking you on the sheer size of his cock. He was a moaning mess above you, muttering ‘yes, yes’ with each thrust.

“Oh I’m going to cum, drink it all wife. Don’t let a drop go to waste.” He thrust into you three more times until finally, it was his undoing. He came long strings of cum into the back of your throat, forcing you to gulp it down or choke and gag. He watched you swallow, admiring you and how pretty you looked. “My beautiful little slut, drinking my cum so eagerly.” Once he had finished he pulled out, leaving you gasping for air. He let go of his grip in your hair and picked you up, walking to a desk in the corner. With one hand he swiped the contents to the ground, grabbing the panties tied around your wrists he lay you across the table, ass in the air and your breasts pressing into the smooth cold mahogany. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand my dear.” You could hear the grin in his voice, this side of George was something you hadn’t expected, but you loved it. You wanted more of it. You needed him, every inch of him.

He spread your legs with his foot, then grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them for a clear view of your cunt. He pushed two fingers inside you, lubing them up before quickly pumping his cock. He lined the tip with your entrance. You could feel the head of it slipping inside, he slowly entered, letting you adjust to his size. He stayed pushing in till he was completely inside you. He waited until he felt you adjust, then slowly pulled out. He gritted out behind closed teeth how tight you were, how wet you were. Your moans and pleads of him to fuck you pushed him to the edge. He knew you were accustomed to his size, so without warning he pounded into you. Shoving you up the table and a resounding clap ricocheted off the walls.

“Fuck George, yes!” You cried, your front flush with the wood. He pulled out and slammed into you again. He kept your legs spread, yet held onto the panties tied around your wrists and used them to hold you in position. He fucked you relentlessly, moaning above you as he pounded into your pussy.

“Oh fuck, you delicious heavenly thing. My wife, taking my cock like a good slut.” He rammed himself into you again, picking up the pace and without mercy slammed himself into you. His balls slapped against your clit, it was overstimulating. “You look so pretty like this, bent over my desk, bare to me and being fucked so brutally.” He pounded into you with each word, not giving you a moments rest. “I’m going to cum in you, you will look so beautiful while you grow our heir inside you.” This realisation fuelled him, and as you cried out his name he slammed himself into you to the hilt, over and over again.

“Fucking hell I’m going to cum!” You yelled out, followed by a chorus of moans and pleas. He smiled at you, watching you rock back and forth on the desk with each thrust.

“Cum for me pretty slut.” He said as he reached a hand around your thigh and rubbed at your clit. It was your undoing, you released and a moan so loud escaped you. George muttered a ‘fuck, yes’ and suddenly you could feel a pool of warmth growing in core. His seed spilled into you, filling you. He stayed inside you, breathing deeply for a moment. The pair of you could barely catch your breath, stars dancing in your eyes from the level of ecstasy you had just reached.

George lifted you with such gentle care, he stayed inside you, but guided you to the bed. He lay down and placed you above him, he kept himself inserted into your weeping cunt. “I refuse to let any leak out my lovely wife.” He smirked at you, but you couldn’t help but kiss him.

“If this is how we fuck my love, we will have a lot of babies.”

#bridgerton series #bridgerton spoilers #queen charlotte #king george x reader #king george bridgerton #king george x f!reader #king george smut #king George and reader smut #king George x reader smut #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton smut #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton

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elly-grace · 17 days

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Take me to paradise

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Warning: terrible attempt at writing smut, pregnancy

Thank you @funnyjb for proof reading and the request!

The morning sun shone into the windows of the bungalow where you and Joe were staying. Yesterday was the day you finally married the love of your life. Joe and you caught a flight late last night so you could spend as much time as you could in the Bahamas.

You were excited to have Joe all to yourself, he had been a hard man to get alone recently. You roll over to face your husband, you just admire him for a few minutes before finally deciding to wake him up with a kiss.

“Well that may be the best way to be woken up.” His morning voice was extremely sexy. You knew Joe planned something for the day, but a quickie wouldn’t hurt would it? As if Joe knew what you were thinking he flipped you over so he was on top of you.

“What is my beautiful wife thinking about?”

“Just how sexy you look and sound in the morning.”

That was enough for him to start to lean down and kiss you. His lips suddenly found their way to your neck, then collar bone, then your stomach. Then he stopped and looked at you with a devilish grin.

“It’s time to get ready, we have stuff to do.”

“Joey, you can’t just make me wet then not do anything about it!” you whined out, feeling incredibly frustrated that he would do that to you. But he didn’t budge, he just kept that stupid grin on his face.

“Later baby, I promise.” he said, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue. Then you had an idea, you waited till he walked away then started to touch yourself moaning loudly. It didn’t feel as good as you were making it sound but you wanted to get his attention. When he heard you moaning he dropped what he was doing and made his way back to the room.

“Were you touching yourself?”

You look at him innocently.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Don’t lie to me, you know exactly what I mean.” You could see the lust in Joe's eyes.

“So what if I was? You weren’t going to take care of it.”

That was it, he had enough of you teasing him. He pinned you to the bed and started to create friction between the two of you.

“Oh I will take care of it baby”

The tension between the two of you only grew. Joe’s look was primal, looking at you like you were his prey. The two of you had had sex plenty of times, but never once did he give you the look he was giving you now. The feeling in your stomach only gets stronger as things progress.

“Joe” you breathed out.

“Yes.”

“Please”

“Please what?”

“Please, make me yours.”

“You already belong to me”

The next day

The next morning Joe woke up before you, he walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make you breakfast. The two of you stayed in bed all day, between your rendezvous and just enjoying each other's company. Joe knew you would be sore after the day you guys had. When he finished making breakfast, he comes back into the room with your breakfast and wakes you with a kiss. You stir awake feeling his lips on yours.

“Good morning baby, I made breakfast.” he said then placed the plate on the bed in front of you he made pancakes. You smiled at him.

“Good morning Joey. Aww my favorite, thank you!”

Joe stole a pancake from your plate and started eating it. The two of you enjoyed breakfast together. You were loving having your husband to yourself, with no one else around. As the two of you finish breakfast you guys decided on going to the beach today.

You went into the bathroom to start getting ready, you had packed three swimsuits but couldn’t decide which one.

“Joey!”

“What's wrong baby?”

“Nothing, I can't decide which swimsuit to wear”

You show him the three swimsuits hanging up.

“Okay baby, let me take a look.”

He looks behind you at the Swimsuits he sees a beautiful orange ruffled off the shoulder top. He points to it, “wear this top with black bottoms.”

“Joe I’m not going to a bengals game. We're on our honeymoon.”

“Just please wear it” he pleaded with you and you gave up.

The two of you finished getting ready then headed to the beach which was private due to being attached to your bungalow.

You look up at Joe who is looking at you, you both smile at each other.

“LAST ONE TO THE WATER IS A ROTTEN EGG!” Joe screamed as he ran to the water. You laughed at your husband's behavior, but didn’t run to the water like he thought you would. Then you see him come out of the water and run back to you.

“Were on our honeymoon, lets have some fun Y/N”

“I’m good here where I can stay dry, plus I think we had plenty of fun yesterday.”

“Not that kind of fun.” he said then picked you up.

“JOSEPH LEE BURROW DON’T YOU DARE DO WHAT I THINK YOUR ABOUT TO DO!”

You yelled, smacking him in an attempt to get him to drop you. Your attempts were futile, your husband threw you into the water then got in himself. He had a smirk on his face, and started laughing when he saw your face. He thought you looked adorable when angry and you for sure were angry right now. Joe knew you wanted to tan but now you were in the water.

“It’s not funny.”

“Admit it, it kinda is. You thought you would stay dry while at the beach.”

You started to laugh with him.

“I love you so much Joey”

“I love you too.”

Your honeymoon continued to go great until the 5th day. You were violently ill, you kept throwing up. You wanted to cry but you didn’t have the energy for it. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed, didn’t feel like eating and Joe was extremely worried. Yet Joe came and offered to make you soup every hour, he was trying to give you space, not that he didn’t want to be there for you. It was because he couldn’t do anything to help you feel better which broke him.

Then it hit you, you were late, maybe your period was finally coming and just making you sick. But when you went to the bathroom and you still hadn’t had your period you go in your toiletry bag and grab a pregnancy test. You and Joe weren't planning on having kids this soon but if it happens it happens. You only had packed some because your mom told you it happens more than you'd think where the newlyweds get pregnant on the honeymoon.

You waited ten minutes and then gasped, when you looked at the test. Tears start streaming down your face, you were excited to start a family with Joe even if it wasn’t planned.

“Joey!”

Joe ran into the bathroom and saw the test in your hand and the tears streaming down your face. Taking large steps towards you he hugs you and looks at the test, then the tears brim his eyes.

“You're pregnant?”

You nodded.

“I know, we planned on waiting a year or two.”

“You're pregnant!” he spoke excitedly and picked you up and spun you around

#joe burrow x reader #joe burrow #nfl x reader #nfl #x reader

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emjiroki · 11 months

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A smutty snack for Mr.Toji Fushiguro

We're looking at honeymoon destinations as we speak

18+ under the cut

"What happened to all that big talk at the bar huh?" Toji asked, a devilish look in his green eyes as he held your hips still, laughing as you whined and tried to move up.

"You're- You're too big" you squealed as he thrust his hips, burying even deeper inside of you. He was stuffing you so full you could practically feel it in your chest.

"Nah I'm not Kitten" he cooed at your whining, "I fit just perfect". The bulge in your lower belly said otherwise despite all the wetness leaking out and making the base of his cock creamy. Your thighs were shaking as you pulled off, leaving only the head in to try and catch your breath before he was pulling you down and impaling you again, a sharp cry electrifying the room as he rammed up against your cervix.

"Fuck" you moaned as overstimulated tears began leaking down your cheeks. This was too much, he was too much. The groan that puffed from his chest was borderline sinful as you clenched around him helplessly, Toji sitting up so you were chest to chest as he rocked you up and down.

"Need more of those pretty sounds babygirl" he purred, pressing his face into your breasts to suck up a bruise before gripping your thighs. Toji had you turned around onto your stomach before you could take your next breath. He hummed appreciatively as his big hand gripped your ass cheek, slapping it till it stung and you were trying to wiggle away.

"Might just have to fit into this pretty little hole next"

#I NEED HIM TO WRECK ME OKAY?#frothing at the fucking mouth #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader

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sophswritingthings · 6 months

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One more incorrect quote:

Reader: You can return this, it's what I was gonna wear on our honeymoon night

Mizu: ... There's nothing in there but lipgloss?

Reader: *smirks*

Reader: Suffer

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): kinda suggestive but whatever

a/n: PFTTTT mizu just crying "I wish we had a fucking honeymoon GOD DAMN IT"

word count: 98 words / 548 characters

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"hey, mizu, my love?" you call to her, watching as she appeared around the corner. "you can return this; its what I was gonna wear on our honeymoon."

she raises an eyebrow, looking at the bag as you hand it to her. the bag was practically empty, besides some rouge.

".. darling," mizu gazed at you, "you do realize there's only rouge in here, right? where's.. where's the clothes?"

a devilish smirk crosses your lips.

once she sees that, her heart drops.

"suffer," you snicker, looking back down at your book.

"now im really wishing we had a honeymoon."

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#mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu #incorrect quotes #shitpost #ask #asked and answered #request #x reader #blue eyed samurai

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dracoxsworld · 1 year

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ARRANGED - Draco M. x Reader | PART 3

“Morning sleeping beauty.” You said to the blonde-haired boy

“What- what the hell?!” Draco exclaimed when he noticed the handcuff on his wrist.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure they don’t trust us anymore to be escapees.” You replied, looking down at your handcuff.

“Do you even remember what happened?” You asked him. He looked you and shook his head.

“They sent dementors after us.” You said. Draco all of a sudden noticed the change in your tone, it was a lot more monotone than before, you spoke in an almost concerning level of calm. Like you were asleep.

“Dementors? Father isn’t supposed to be able to do that,” He said “After the war… He.. they shouldn’t have access-“

“Draco, your family has proven that they can have access to anything they please at this point.” You said irritability. “I’m sorry.” You apologized, your head was pounding, you weren’t sure what the plan was going to be, and neither did he.

“You have a fair point. Father always had a way with things.” He said, focusing on his pale hands.

Your hands rubbed your eyes and then dragged down your face. You were stressed. “So what now?” You asked him. He was silent.

There was a knock at the door, it opened and it was Lucius. Draco’s body froze completely, seemingly in fear. You’ve never seen Draco Malfoy so scared. “Well you two, that was quite the scene.” He started.

He came up to you, as you sat at the edge of the bed. His wand tilted your chin upwards. “I’m guessing you convinced my son to run away from your fate.” He said, his tone reminded you of a poisonous, lethal snake. “You’re correct.” You said, matter of factly. Honestly, it was your idea. But also to cover up for Draco, who still was frozen in fear but at the same time, sitting up straighter once Lucius pointed his wand at you.

“Father, leave her alone, please.” Draco said, voice shaking. “

“Shut it, Draco.” Lucius spat, his dark eyes shooting at his son.

He looked back down at you. “You, my darling, are a bad bad influence.” Lucius “Your family doesn’t exactly hold the spotless reputation, either.” You commented. Lucius gained a devilish grin, he grabbed your shirt by its collar.

“You’re just as twisted as the rest of us, Y/N. Don’t you understand? It’s in your blood.”

“Father!” Draco yelled. Lucius dropped your shirt immediately from shock. You fell back into the bed, rubbing the back of your neck from the shirt digging into your skin. “Before I go. You’re both husband and wife.” Lucius said, walking towards the door, seemingly forgetting what he had just done to you. You and Draco looked at each other. He looked apologetic. “We decided to finish the job since you both decided to take a run for it.” Lucius added. “Happy honeymoon.”

Lucius left the room, leaving you and Draco alone. “Shit.” He said under his breath. You sighed, absolutely nothing went according to plan. You weren't exactly surprised it had gone to a complete shit show, it was rather typical compared to the rest of your life.

You and Draco were released about an hour later. Maggie, the worker who had helped you get ready for your wedding yesterday, released you both.

"That was quite the wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Maggie said, leading you out of the bedroom. You turned her head in confusion, but then remembered you were both married. "Yes, well, we love the element of surprise, Maggie." Draco said sarcastically. "I suppose so, anyhow, Mrs. Franchies has made you both a breakfast. Mr. Malfoy, I was told to warn you both, and I plead you to actually listen; that the Manor has high security outside. Please, for both of your safety, behave." Maggie said calmly. She looked over at you with pleading eyes. "Please, Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy. Do as you are told." You both reluctantly nodded.

You and Draco both quietly sat at the dining table. It was elegant and could seat probably 40 people. It was black, and the chairs matched with velvet dark green cushions. "Mrs. Franchies is a lovely chef." Draco said quietly. "She'll bring us our breakfast any minute. Eggs, toast, everything you can think of." He said, a bit more confidently. "With orange juice, of course. Freshly squeezed-" "What are we going to do?" I interrupted him. He just stared. I started to tear up. "Stop crying, we'll find a way." Draco said with a bit of a stern tone. You looked up at him.

"We are in a heavily guarded manor. We couldn't even escape with our magic." You said to him, with confusion. "How do you expect we-" "Maybe we should just accept our fate." Draco sneered. "Maybe it's your fate to marry someone you don't love, but it's not mine." You snapped back.

"We are married, Y/N." Draco stressed. "You'll never marry your precious Nicholas." You could feel steam bursting out of your ears. You stood up at the table. Draco's eyes widened "I am done with this conversation, if you won't find a way, I'll leave on my own." You left the dining room, tears falling down your cheeks, you heard Draco calling after you, something about blowing this out of proportion.

You laid in your elegant bed, sobbing quietly to yourself when you heard a knock at your door. "What?" you called out. You heard the door open and you looked up. Draco stepped into the room with a plate of breakfast. "You're not supposed to have food in here!" you whispered. "Well I can't just let you starve." Draco said, sounding annoyed with you already. He sat at the end of the bed on your side, handing you the plate. You sat up. "Listen. I know we aren't the biggest fan of each other, but we should make the best of the situation, Y/N." Draco said after a moment, he was looking at his knuckles, trying to avoid eye contact. You ate some food, waiting for him to continue. "I was impressed by you, ya know." Draco admitted. He looked at his ring finger, and perked up. "I completely forgot!" He said, getting up from the bed. You watched him with curiosity. He opened his bedside table drawer and pulled out a dark green velvet box. He went in front of you and gave you the box. You took it in your hand and ran your thumb over the soft velvet. "Open it." Draco said softly.

You opened the box and your eyes widened. Two rings sat in the box, your initials above your ring, a round cut ring with an emerald. It looked beautiful, you must admit. Draco's initials were above his, a black ring with a snake engraved. Typical.

"You don't have to wear yours, at least when you're here." Draco said, taking his and putting it on. "Just.. when we're out, so people don't question anything. People should probably have the impression we're happy." He said.

You looked up at him. "I'll wear mine." You decided, Draco looked surprise. You picked up the delicate looking ring and slipping it on your finger. "You're lucky I am sympathetic." You said to him. He gave you a faint smile, and sat next to you on the bed. "I must admit, you did amazing in that battle." He complimented. You felt your face go hot, but you shoved food in your mouth before he noticed. You nodded, chewing your eggs and toast. "I'm not surprised, though. You were amazing in Hogwarts." You swallowed your food, and smiled faintly. "I suppose you're good too, you protected me quite a bit. Even afterwards, you defended me from your dad." You said. "You're my wife now, I have to. Even if we don't particularly like each other."

"I think we can eventually like each other." You admitted. Draco raised his eyebrows at you. "I suppose for the time being.. we have to, right?" You suggested. He nodded. Draco looked into your eyes, he didn't say anything, he just stared. His face moved closer to yours, and as almost as if you two were magnets, you connected. You felt his lips on yours. They were gentler than you thought they'd be, caring, almost. His hands naturally went up to your face and gently cupped it in his hands, your hands then landed on his biceps, wanting to keep them where they were.

You both pulled away and looked at each other.

"Effective start, Mrs. Malfoy." Draco teased.

#draco malfoy #draco fic #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco fanfiction #draco x reader smut #draco malfoy smut #draco #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy series

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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George Weasley Masterlist

Join the Taglist

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Series

North Star - (ongoing) a biography of George’s life with a heavy dose of romance

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North Star Drabbles, Moodboards and Other Various & Sundry Things

Charmed, I'm Sure

The Mixtape

Nyx

The Magpie and The Maine Coon

George & Y/N Moodboard

Chapter 39 Moodboard

Christmas with George & Y/N

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North Star Smut

NSFW Alphabet for George & Y/N

The Honeymoon

The Birthday Boy

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Trilogies and Mini-Series

The Matchmaker (Complete)

Dreamgirl (Complete)

Impervious (Ongoing)

Life with George Weasley (Complete)

Act Like You Mean It (Complete)

The Serpent and the Lion (Ongoing)

Second Chance Soulmate (Complete)

Begin Again (Ongoing)

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Oneshots

Oh, Brother

Take Care of Each Other

Star-Crossed

Days Gone By

Meet the Weasleys

Time After Time

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Wonderful You

Baby Fever

Turning Point

Christmas Confessions

Gamer George

First Date - George x male reader

In Love and Oblivious

George Weasley x Tall Reader

The Next Generation

Happy Hour

Jealousy

Worth It

Voices Carry

Pillow Fort

The Bookworm

The Odd Couple

Bad Day

A Weasley Halloween

Happy Haunted Birthday

Soulmate AU

Early Morning Surprise

From Thorns to Flowers

Sanguine Moon

Fell on a Stick

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Smut

Oh, So Quiet

Sweet Beginnings

Something New

Alone At Last

Delightfully Devilish

After the Party

Take It Out On Me

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Headcanons

Christmas with George Weasley

George Weasley, Cat Rescuer Extraordinaire

Baking with George Weasley

Little Things George Does to Say I Love You

Weasley Twins Flirting with You

A Love Letter from George Weasley

Life with George Weasley

George sees you w/o glasses for the 1st time

George x shy reader

George and Fred as Dads on Halloween

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Photo Inspiration

Photo Set 1

Photo Set 2

Photo Set 3

Photo Set 4

Photo Set 5

Photo Set 6

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Events

Building George & Fred's flat

Part 1

Part 2

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zablife · 9 months

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An Evening at Arrow House

I've reached 2K followers, darlings! To thrill my dark little heart ❤, will you accept my invitation for some devilish fun? I'll begin with a brief story of why we're here.

Tommy has eloped with a young bride the family has deemed untrustworthy from reputable sources. The couple has just returned from their honeymoon in Paris and now the new Mrs. Shelby would like to meet those closest to him. The couple spares no expense for their lovely housewarming party, but it's ill-fated from the beginning as those Tommy holds near and dear try to run her off with tales of horror. Every room holds a surprise and each guest a secret, but what could they be?

That's where you come into play! Can we get Mrs. Shelby to crack under the weight of our deviousness? Let's try, it will be such fun!

🔪 Write a short fic for a character or a room within Arrow House that would frighten the poor Mrs. Shelby into leaving.

💋 Send an ask for a secret about a guest in attendance and I'll write you a blurb about them that will make your hair stand on end.

🔪 Make a moodboard for me about the evening, the darker the better!

💋 Send an ask requesting inspo for a room and/or guest (with or w/out weapon just like Cluedo!!) moodboard.

🔪 Suggest a song or playlist for the evening bc we'll need music!

** All OCs welcome to join in the fun!!**

This celebration is now CLOSED. You can read all finished work HERE.

Inviting some lovely moots 💌: @springsteens, @theshelbyclan, @dearshelby, @shelbydelrey, @christinasyellowflowers, @evita-shelby, @look-at-the-soul, @peakyswritings, @solomons-finest-rum, @l1-l4, @madame-wilsonn, @amysteryspot, @murderousginger, @callsign-fangirl, @gypsy-girl-08, @noforkingclue, @the-makingsofgreatness, @twvstedsouls, @thomashelbyswife, @cillmequick, @runnning-outof-time, @peakyltd, @raincoffeeandfandoms, @moral-terpitude, @call-sign-shark, @brummiereader, @everythingelseisextra, @thegreatdragonfruta, @jomarch-wannabe, @holacia3, @pacifymebby, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @dandelionprints, @there-goes-thefighter, @dreamlandcreations, @notyour-valentine, @pherelesytsia, @little-diable, @toms-cherry-trees, @theshelbyslimited, @violaobanion, @mystcldydrms, @huntingingoodwill, @emotionalcadaver, @daisyblinder, @potter-solomons, @multifandomwriter56, @flysafepapi

#zablife 2K celebration

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czgif · 9 months

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Vlastimil Brodský and Iva Janžurová in Devilish Honeymoon (Ďábelské líbánky) 1970, dir. Zdeněk Podskalský IMDB

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katzenmas · 4 months

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Outlander

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── This idea came to me in a vision while i was rewatching the show. This first chapter is more of an introduction because the reader (SPOILER AHEAD) hasn't travelled back in time yet. I wanted to get this chapter out of the way as soon as possible so i can start writing the more interesting ones hehe. This fic will be a Johnny Soap MacTavish X Reader, but you are technically married to Graves in this chapter. He won't really show up after this unless you're talking about him.

Warnings : Some suggestive dialogue, implied sex. No use of Y/N, Female Reader ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

PART 1 Inverness, 2018 People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars. Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. The little inn did not look like a place people would disappear in. Mrs. Baird’s looked like any other run down Highland bed and breakfast. With peeling paint and near dead flowers, the smell of cigarette smoke stuck to the walls in the rooms. Mrs. Baird herself almost looked like her inn. In her late sixties, always bustling and talking, still she made no objections when Phillip turned the room she rented us into a second office. His laptop and papers strewn around the desk, walls now had something akin to maps tacked onto them. It was your husband’s great idea to take a second honeymoon trip. Inverness was a strange choice, the setting so different from the one you were used to in Texas. But when Phillip came to you with two plane tickets and news that a one month break was needed, you wouldn’t even dare to turn him down. Walking down the rickety stairs of the inn, you found your husband sitting in an armchair near a fireplace, a book about the Jacobite rebellion in his hands. He looked so peaceful sitting in the maroon chair, the flames from the fire basking him in a soft glow. “How long are you going to stand there and stare at me Mrs. Graves?” your lips quirked up in a smile as you walked over to your husband. He set his book down on a coffee table and beckoned you to sit across his lap. Your hands found their home looped around his neck and he smoked into your collarbone. “I don’t know Mr. Graves, you make a fine subject for staring, maybe I’ll never stop” you giggled and ran your hands through his hair. The sudden quietness behind you two told you that Mrs. Baird has put down her broom and was covertly watching you. While golf and fishing are Scotland’s most popular outdoor sports, gossip is the most popular indoor sport. And when it rains as much as it does in Scotland, people spend a lot of time indoors. “She’s staring again” You mumbled and Phillip donned a devilish grin. Suddenly he hoisted you up and ran the length of the stairs to your room. The sudden change made giggles erupt from your mouth as you clutched tighter to him. ‘“What in god’s name are you doing!” You yelled at him through fits of your giggles and your husband threw you down on the bed, before getting on it himself. He was halfway sitting up, with his knees digging into the mattress and he smiled at you. “I’d hate for the dear old thing to be disappointed in us,” he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and down, creating a piercing rhythmic squeak. The footsteps in the hall stopped abruptly. After a minute or two of bouncing, Phillip gave a loud, theatrical groan and collapsed backward with a twang of protesting springs. You giggled helplessly into a pillow, so as not to disturb the breathless silence outside. Phillip waggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle,” he admonished in a whisper. “She’ll think I’m not a good lover.” “You’ll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans,” You answered. “Two minutes doesn’t deserve any more than a giggle.” “Inconsiderate little wench. I came here for a rest, remember?”

“Lazybones. You’ll never manage the next branch on your family tree unless you show a bit more industry than that.” Both of you chuckled as Phillip moved to lay next to you, bringing his hand around your middle and squishing you closer to his chest. That’s how sleep found you, being held close by your husband’s strong arms as his rhythmic heartbeat slowly lulled you into sweet sleep. The rustling sounds of your husband getting dressed stirred you from your dreams. You slowly sat up in the bed and stretched, the downpour outside has finally stopped which meant you two would be walking around town tonight. “ Let’s stop at that pub from yesterday. That might’ve been the best salmon I’ve ever eaten” Phillip noticed that you woke up and started making plans about today’s escapades. First you were going to meet some tour guide that would drive you two to some historical sites and then back to Inverness. “I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs.”

“Well, why not?” said Phillip. “It only means ‘Englishman,’ after all, or at worst, ‘outlander,’ and we’re all of that.”

“I know what it means. It was the tone I objected to.” Phillip searched through the bureau drawer for a belt. “He was just annoyed because I told him the ale was weak. I told him the true Highland brew requires an old boot to be added to the vat, and the final product to be strained through a well-worn undergarment.”

“Ah, that accounts for the amount of the bill.”

“Well, I phrased it a little more tactfully than that, but only because the Gaelic language hasn’t got a specific word for drawers.”

You reached for a pair of your own underwear, intrigued. “Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments?”

Phillip leered. “You’ve never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts?”

“ No and I’d rather not hear about it now. Off to the bath you go, the stench of the fire still clings to your hair” You playfully messed with it and your husband smiles, cupping your face in his hand and kissing your brow.

“Only if you join me”

The walk to the town square was a bit hard, dull ache between your thighs after Phillip decided to fuck you senseless in the shower, was making itself known. Taking small steps you idly window-shopped. Your husband was on the phone, talking to the tour guide when your eyes caught sight of a vase. It looked tacky, the colors were bright and the shape was a bit lopsided but the drawing depicted on the vase itself was beautiful. A myriad of large stones in a valley, the sunset drawn behind it was basking the stone in a soft glow.

Soon you found yourself meeting Phillip at the crossing of the High Street and the Gereside Road and you turned up the road together. He raised his eyebrows at your purchases.

“Vases?” He smiled. “Wonderful. Perhaps now you’ll stop putting flowers in my books.”

“They aren’t flowers, they’re specimens. And it was you who suggested I take up botany. To occupy my mind, now that I’ve not got nursing to do,” You reminded him.

“True.” He nodded good-humoredly. “But I didn’t realize I’d have bits of greenery dropping out into my lap every time I opened a reference. What was that horrible crumbly brown stuff you put in Tuscum and Banks?”

“Groutweed. Good for hemorrhoids.”

“Preparing for my imminent old age, are you? Well, how very thoughtful of you.” You two laughed as suddenly a small green car stopped in front of you. The man in the driver’s side seat looked no more than fifty. Big rimmed glasses sat atop his small nose, wild curly hair had bits of gray in it and you noticed one golden tooth as he sent a smile your way.

“ Mr. and Mrs. Graves! Pleasure to meet ya, I’m Colm I’ll be takin’ ye to Craigh Na Dun”

#call of duty x reader #call of duty au #outlander au #cod x reader #johnny soap mctavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #alternative universe

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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Can I request some lost boys headcanons where the reader gets like, crazy turned on by vampire strength? The thought of one of the boys just casually lifting their entire bike, or throwing me onto the bed like I weight nothing? *chef’s kiss*

The Lost Boys x Reader Turned on by Strength Headcanons 💪

Thank you anon for this request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

If you’re with the boys before you learn their secret, you may find yourself completely baffled as to why they show such impressive strength. You have no idea how they can move things or pick up objects that are hundreds of pounds. When you learn what they are, it all makes perfect sense.

Now your confusion shifts into arousal at such a sight.

The boys can lift or move up to 5000 pounds. They’ve gotten quite skilled at masking how much they can take. Since they have to pretend to be human, they have to remember to “struggle” with certain objects. They’re usually good about this but can sometimes slip up. That’s how you noticed it in the first place.

You stand back and admire what they can do at first. You loved to watch Dwayne deadlift a whole car to toss in a landfill to destroy evidence of a hunt. A sense of awe overwhelms you as Marko casually bends a metal beam to fix how crooked it looks.

They’re so nonchalant about their power, yet you’re completely mystified.

It makes you start acting a little boldly. It starts off fairly simple. You ask them to help you move boxes or rearrange the furniture. The boys adore you, so they’re more than happy to help.

Then you start to see what they can do with you. Perhaps you fake a cramp in your leg and sweetly ask if one of them can carry you. Paul gives you a goofy smile before scooping you up in his arms like a groom with his bride on their honeymoon.

Just that little taste has you hooked. The more they show off, the more turned on you are by it. Even if you think you’re being coy about it, they definitely notice how you’re reacting to it.

So they start to get quite flirty. Dwayne strips off his jacket before lifting up their bikes to take into his makeshift shop to repair. Marko grunts and moans loudly as he pushes around heavy rocks in the cave. Paul pretends to work up a sweat and moans about how hot he feels after working so hard. Anything to get you feeling hot and bothered.

David is the smuggest of them all, of course. He flashes that devilish smirk before picking you up whenever he pleases. He adores the shriek you let out when you’re suddenly hoisted up into his arms. He’ll even remind you how small and fragile you feel to him.

“Awww you’re so cute. It’s like I’m holding a kitten~”

And you better believe they’re going to show off that strength in the bedroom. They’ll throw you over their shoulders and happily carry you whenever you want to get frisky. Your heart flutters when they pick you up and throw you on the bed like a ragdoll.

They’re massive show-offs when it comes to crazy positions for sex. They’ll pick you up and fuck you against the wall, flip you upside down, or just go at it for hours just because they can.

And they’ll definitely remind you how much stronger they are. How they can pick you up and do as they wish because they’re big, bad vampires. That really gets you going.

You find yourself stroking their egos more. You squeeze their arms more, admire their chests, and talk them up with flirtatious compliments.

“Oooh my! Have you been working out~?”

The more you feed into their confidence, the more they’ll show off for you. All of you benefit from their strength. It’s all so much fun.

#the lost boys #tlb #lavender headcanons

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Pumpkin Love

Thank you to @kyra75 for Halloween prompt #27, "Haha! This pumpkin looks just like you," for Tobias & Casey. I tweaked the line a tiny bit, but the meaning is the same! I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I pulled in some inspiration from their honeymoon, which was just about a year ago.

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Rating: Teen Words: 1,250 Summary: Casey looks forward to celebrating a tradition with Tobias during a fall family weekend away. It leads to some interesting discoveries... and some creative measures as well. A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober Halloween | @choicesholidays Halloween

Casey opened the screen door and stepped onto the back porch. The old wood floorboards creaked underfoot with each step she took, as soon as her feet hit the grass, there was silence. She closed her eyes and lifted her face toward the sun to relish the peace and tranquility. Casey Carrick may have been a city girl at heart, but every so often, an escape like this was just what this doctor ordered. Her thick wool sweater kept her warm when the breeze picked up, rusting the leaves that were barely hanging on to the branches above. When the fell to the earty, surrounding Casey in a kaleidoscope of yellows, reds, and burnt orange swirled around her. It was the perfect Autumn day, and few things in life could make her happier.

Two giant pumpkins sat waiting for her on a weathered picnic table at the far end of the yard. Laying the carving tools out before her, she got as comforrbale as one can get on an old, wooden bench. The air was nippier than expected and a chill ran through her. So the strong arm that quietly encircled her waist paired with warm lips settling against her cold cheek were ever more welcome today.

“For you,” her husband smiled, placing a cup of warm cider in front of her.

“How do you always know exactly what I need,” she smiled.

Tobias took a seat across from her, a devilish smirk on his lips. “Now, baby, take it easy. Can I really give you exactly what you need this weekend? It’s a family getaway, after all.”

“Isn’t that why you brought the white noise machine for your mother’s room?” she winked.

“And apparently, it worked like a charm,” Tobias acknowledged. “Not one sarcastic comment from her this morning.”

“Not one?” Casey gasped. “Did you take her temperature? Is she feeling OK?”

“Well, not one about any noise coming from our bedroom last night,” he chuckled. “She had plenty of other sarcastic comments.”

“Phew,” Casey grinned as she returned to carving her pumpkin. “I feel better now. Where is Vivian, anyway?”

“She just left... took Sammy into town to get some things for dinner tonight,” he reached across the table and gently took her hand just as she finished carving an eye. “Which means we’re alone.”

“I know,” she nodded. “Perfect time for us to carve our pumpkins.”

“Our pumpkins? But...”

“But nothing,” she playfully scolded. “The white noise machine can work overtime tonight... but we have to finish our carvings to take our picture later.”

Tobias groaned in disappointment. “I’m being turned down for pumpkin carving! Is this what happens when you get married?” he teased, groaning even louder when Casey’s foot crashed into his shin. “Hey!”

“Hey, nothing! Don’t act like you’re some poor, neglected husband, Dr. Carrick. I take very good care of you.”

“Damn straight you do,” he agreed. “But I was hoping to get out of pumpkin carving.”

Casey turned to him, disappointment in her eyes. “Why? I thought you liked carving pumpkins with me. You know it’s a requirement to love all things fall if you’re going to be with me.”

“Oh, I know. I believe it was in our vows,” he laughed. “Sometimes I’m convinced that just one more pumpkin muffin or spiced cider will turn me into Jack the Pumpkin King.”

“Worse things could happen,” she smiled, returning to create her masterpiece. “So why the opposition to carving with me?”

“It’s not the carving... it’s wearing the damn thing on my head after.”

Casey dropped her pumpkin and paring knife to the table. “Wait... what? You don’t want to take our pumpkin head picture? Tobias! That’s... tradition!”

“Tradition? We did it once... on our honeymoon last year. One time does not a tradition make.”

Wiping her hands, Casey nudged her chin toward Tobias’s phone. “Pull it up,” she demanded, circling the table to sit beside him. “Pull up the picture.”

“Fine,” he smiled as she nuzzled under his arm.

“See,” she grinned. They both looked at the picture of them standing in a field, Tobias reaching out to hold her as they tried to balance the giant pumpkins on their heads. It wasn’t an easy thing to do with all their laughter. “That was so much fun!”

“It was,” he agreed.

“And we look so cute! Why wouldn’t you want to do it again?”

“It’s not the picture...” he stalled. “It’s the pumpkin guts.”

“Pumpkin guts?”

“Yeah, pumpkin guts. I guess I didn’t scoop well enough and had pumpkin goo all over my head.”

Casey snickered as she lifted an ice cream scoop from the table and handed it to her husband. “Sounds to me like you need to do a better job de-groping your pumpkin this year.”

“I suppose...,” he said, mulling over his pumpkin. “But I don’t even know if this is the right pumpkin...”

“Ha!” Casey laughed. “It’s the perfect pumpkin! I picked it out because it looks just like you.”

“It looks just like me?”

“It sure does. It’s much more you than last year’s. Now, just make it your own.”

“But the goop!” he groaned, sounding more like a six year old than the grown father he was.

Casey knew what needed to be done. Stradling his lap, she pulled him into a tender kiss.

“I’ll tell you what, Dr. Carrick. I’ll help you de-goop your pumpkin and if, by some chance, I don’t do a good job, well, then I’ll just have to join you in the shower to aid in the de-gooping process,” she teased. Reaching over she gave his earlobe little nibble before continuing. “Just be sure to put the white noise machine on extra loud before I join you.”

“Heh,” Tobias chuckled as he lifted her off his lap, then rushed to the other side of the table, ice cream scoop in hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You are not touching my pumpkin!” Tobias insisted. “I’m going to to as shitty a job as I did last year... maybe worse. If my choices is de-gooping a pumpkin or you de-gooping me... well, you know what I’m picking, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” she giggled. “But now, I’m going to leave mine extra goopy, too!”

“Nice,” he hissed, leaning over the table for a kiss. “I can’t wait to de-goop you.”

Their flirtation came to a halt when a car door slammed in the driveway nearby. They turned to find Vivian staring at them with baby Samantha on her hip, and a judgemental glare on her face.

“Do I even want to know?” she asked.

“Nope,” Tobias beamed. “But ma, after Casey & I take our pumpkin photos... just turn that white noise machine up really loud... ok?”

Vivian shook her head as she marched toward the cabin door.

“I don’t know how I let you convinced me to come,” she teased.

“Because you love us?” Casey grinned.

“Hmmm,” Vivian hemmed.

“Because you want another grandchild,” Tobias added.

“See, at least I know you’re good for something,” Vivian smirked. “I’m taking Sammy inside, you two do your thing.”

The couple were still grinning when Casey pushed a paring knife Tobias’s way.

“Get carving, sir,” she demanded. She ran her fingers through some of the pumpkin pulp on her plate, then reached over and slatered it on Tobias’s face.

“What the heck is that for?” He wailed.

“Insurance,” she winked. “I have to make sure you’ll be meeting me in the shower.”

“Oh, just try and keep me away.”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

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#choices fanfic #open heart #choices open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfic #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #choices stories you play #halloween #fic reqs

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Our Wedding Night ~ LF [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.5K

⤜PAIRING: Felix X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Dirty blood continuation, honeymoon, sweet, soft, fluffy, sub!Felix, whiney felix, moaning, smut, praising, virgin, first time together, cum denial, oral (m receiving) riding, creampie, breeding?

⤜MASTERLIST

Continuation of THIS fic.

A/N: This probably my third or fourth try with writing the member as a sub so please let me know how it was and where I can improve? I love learning where I can get better x thanks guys I hope you enjoy! @critssq

Words couldn't even begin to describe the happiness that you were feeling now that you were officially married to Felix. The high elf. The love of your life. There were so many words to describe him and right now, one of those words was "needy". Very needy in fact.

"Lix" You breathed out when you felt his lips on your neck, your eyes fluttering shut. It was the first time either of you was alone together all day and you had longed for this moment. To feel his arms around you and hold him and be held by him. The two of you had your first dance together and after that everyone was pulling you away to speak with you and congratulate you on the wedding. It seemed as though everyone was pleased with your married which you loved, though the attention had been a little too much for you.

"I missed you," He whispered, wrapping his arms around you from behind. the two of you had barely gotten into the room before he made it known how needy he was for you all day long. Giving you longing looks, trying to steal you away from the party so he could take care of his incessant need for you.

"It's our wedding day and I've not gotten to see you for most of the day." You didn't need to see him know there was an adorable smile on his lips as he continued to pepper your neck with kisses and small sucks. Despite the two of you having slept together before, tonight was being held up to high expectations.

There were a lot of expectations to come from it, including getting pregnant which a lot of people had decided to wish you luck with all day. The thought alone made your skin heat up as you imagined people knowing that you and Felix were going to have sex in his room. Well...Your shared room that was.

"The joys of being King and Queen," You teased him rolling your hips back against him as he whimpered a little when you felt how hard he was beneath his pants. You'd dreamed about this a lot of times before, you imagined all of the ways he would be in bed and you'd touched yourself to it before. The wedding night was always something you fantasised about.

"I need you," He whispered, not caring how desperate he sounded to you, you were both just as desperate as one another. You smirked to yourself pulling away from him, you'd gotten an underwear set specifically for this night and you wanted to wear it for him.

"Get me out of this dress first," His hands began to scramble to find a zip for the gown, whimpering as he struggled to find some way to get you out of the thing.

"C-Can't find it," He whispered almost sounding sad that he wasn't able to undo the gown but he continued to search for a zip, a tie, anything.

"Lixie," You giggled as he continued trying to find it, whining and pouting when he couldn't locate it.

"There's no zip baby," You cooed as he looked at you, his bottom lip trembling a little as he realised you were teasing him.

"This is mean, you're teasing me." You rolled your eyes playfully and pointed toward the bed.

"Go and lay on the bed," You ordered with a devilish smirk, disappearing into the bathroom.

When you came back out you expected to find your husband waiting for you patiently but that wasn't what you found. Instead, his clothes were strung around the room and you saw him on the bed. His hand already eagerly fisted his cock, his lips parted as he moaned your name out. You wondered how many times he had done this when you hadn't been in the room and what he pictured while he touched himself. Did he picture the same things as you when you touched yourself to thoughts of him? Carefully and quietly you made your way over to the bed and wrapped your hand around his cock, starting to pump him in the same rhythm he had been pumping at. He gasped loudly and looked at you with wide eyes, feeling suddenly ashamed that he'd been caught fucking his hand at the thought of you.

"Hi baby, having fun?" You teased as he whined out looking at you and whimpering loudly. You were dressed in an all-white and lace underwear set that had his hips bucking. You were better than he had ever been able to imagine and he couldn't believe that you were all his.

"So excited, huh? You couldn't wait two minutes for me to come out of the bathroom before you started fucking your hand?" You asked as you slowed your hand down making him grumble something under his breath

"Answer my question Lixie," He whimpered at you, his eyes finding yours as he shook his head.

"T-Too excited," You smirked leaning down and carefully taking him into your mouth, His moans were so high and whiny it was almost too much for you to handle and you wanted to hear more.

"Y-Yn...F-Fuck," He whimpered as he bucked his hips, thrusting softly and sloppily into your mouth. You took his whimpers in stride and continued to take him into your mouth, glancing up at him through your lashes to find your husband moaning your name out with his eyes crewed shut.

"Feels s-so good..." He whimpered as he tried to hold himself back from finishing so soon. He was doing the technique of naming all of the kings before him to try and stop it but your mouth felt too good around him. So warm and inviting. You gagged around him as you took him to the back of your throat causing him to groan.

"ugh fuck yes." He whimpered, his head falling into pure bliss and he forgot all about holding back from finishing inside of your mouth. You pulled off him with a pop and smirked as you began to pump your hand fast around his cock, squeezing softly whenever you knew he was close.

"You wanna cum, Lixie?" You questioned innocently as he looked down at you, nodding his head frantically as you smirked. As much as you enjoyed sucking him off and hearing his whimpers you wanted to feel him, you'd been throbbing since you'd seen him in his suit that morning.

"I want to ride you first, okay? Can you hold off while I ride you?" His mouth fell open as he nodded at you, barely being able to find the words to say as you kicked off the panties on your matching set and got onto the bed. Hovering above him as you held the tip of his cock at your entrance. You bit down on your lip when he said that and you rubbed him against your folds again and held him still at your entrance.

Leaning down and kissing him deeply as you slowly sank down onto his cock. You both whimpered out as you sunk down completely, your nails digging into his shoulder as you moaned his name out.

"G-Give me a second," You hissed feeling a slight sting as Felix peppered you with kisses, never once letting you go as he kept his hands on your hips. Even after the times you shared together, he always seemed to stretch you out and you could never quite get used to his size.

"Y-You can move baby, you can move." You breathed out as you began to slowly raise your hips only to fall back down onto him as he whined out loudly.

"S-So sensitive baby, it's cute." You breathed out as you continued to ride him slowly, smirking as he let out whines and whimpers of your name,

“I just want to make you feel good, Yn.” He moaned out as you bent down to kiss his nose softly, moving your hips up slowly until he was almost out of you until you pushed back down onto him.

"Oh shit," His head rolled back against the pillows beneath him and a string of whimpers and curse words flew from his lips. No one would ever believe their King was like this and it was all for you. Only for you.

To everyone else, Felix was a fearless leader but for you, he was your husband, the whining and submissive husband you adored.

“So good.” He managed to stutter out as you moved, smirking as he praised you a little. You knew how much Felix loved being praised, you'd seen the small jolts he got whenever you would praise him for day-to-day things and you were damn sure you were going to use them in the bedroom.

You slowly began to roll your hips up and down as you rocked against him, your thighs already starting to hurt but you didn’t care, seeing him whimper below you took all the pain from them away. You moaned his name out as you reached behind you and pulled the bra away, Felix instantly attached his hands to your breasts.

Sucking and biting on one nipple while his hand worked on massaging the other, you didn't know where he'd seen all of this but you didn't care. The pressure of your orgasm was building and you moaned louder for him.

“You feel so good, baby.” You moaned out in praise to him, the sucking stopped and he looked up at you. His eyes widened as his mouth formed an "O" shape around your breast. It was cute seeing him blush so deeply, his little elf ears turning red as he bucked upwards. The small action from his hips made you cry out his name and you smirked, pulling yourself all the way off of him before sinking back down and making him cry out in a string of curse words.

“Lix! You're so fucking big. Filling me up so fucking good," You teased, he looked up at you a smile tugging on his lips, he was too weak to form a full sentence for you. He began to thrust upward into you, holding your hips so he could control the speed of his hips.

"Yn...F-Fuck Yn I can't-" He tried to speak but his head started to shake and he whimpered at you. You knew exactly what it was that he was trying to say and you giggled to yourself.

“You wanna cum? You wanna come in my pussy?” You teased, picking up the pace as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own release. You had no idea where this side of you was coming from but you were rather enjoying it. The way that Lix cried your name out as he nodded. The small whines and whimpers as he got closer and closer to his release, it only further turned you on making you move faster against him.

“Ugh fuck! Fuck! Y-Yes, I’m so close.” He whimpered, you smirked and clenched around him on purpose, you felt him twitch against your walls and you pulled off him and hovered above him he cried out as soon as you got off him. Small whines fell from his lips over and over again as you looked down at his twitching cock hitting his abdomen. No cum leaking from him as you let out a small giggle.

“No, no! No! please.” Felix begged, bucking his hips up as he tried to pull you back down onto his cock, he'd been so close and it was fading away quickly.

"Shit Lixie, you that desperate to cum inside me?" You asked as you slowly lowered yourself down onto him, moaning out loudly as you held yourself still. Felix moaned out as he nodded his head at you, holding back the urge to thrust up into you not wanting you to stop again.

"W-Wanna get you pregnant, m-make an heir." He grunted as you suddenly clenched around him at the thought, moaning out his name louder as you nodded at him. Your insides clenched as you whimpered, bending down to start kissing him on the neck, sucking in the same spot as before and running your tongue along the sensitive skin.

"F-Fuck, fill me up, baby. I wanna feel all of you." You moaned out in his ear. Felix wasted no time in thrusting up into you roughly and quickly. Chasing his high with such determination it made you giggle a little.

"So tight...S-So good." He moaned out as you reached down and rubbed your clit as you felt yourself getting closer again, his tip hitting the deepest parts of you. His thrusts hitting deeper than before, Felix's hands found their way back onto your hips and you smirked a little feeling him roll you down onto him.

“Oh shit,” You cried out clenching around him again your lips kissing him deeply as you mumbled how much you loved him against his lips bucking against him whenever he would thrust into you so deep it felt as though he was in your cut.

"Felix! F-Fuck! Felix!" You cried out as you felt everything inside of you snap, your orgasm pushing you over the edge of the cliff and Felix was the only one to catch you. You threw your head back in pure bliss as your

“Fucking me so good baby, you made me cum...C-Can I make you cum now?” You smirked doing your best to hold eye contact with him, your mind was racing and you could have sworn you were seeing stars. Each thrust sent you over the edge once more as you felt another orgasm building up deep inside of your gut.

"You gonna cum for me?" You asked as you met his rough thrusts,

"Y-Yes. W-Wanna cum so bad," He moaned out as he sucked on your breasts looking up at you as if he was looking for permission. The sight alone tipped you over once again.

“Cum for me baby.” You moaned out to him, that was all it took, he lost control his thrusts turning erratic as he grunted your name out loudly. You felt hot streams of cum filling you up and you giggled a little, almost as though you were drunk on love.

You collapsed down onto his chest, both of you panting and sweating, he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled tiredly as neither of you bothered to pull him out of you, you just wanted to stay like that for a little while longer.

"I love you," You whispered running your fingers across his sweaty chest as he chuckled tiredly,

"I love you too," He looked down at you and smiled seeing you so happy. He'd been worried that not getting to spend much time with one another at the wedding was going to annoy you but all of this made up for it.

"You think that worked? Or shall we go again?" He asked as you felt him twitch inside of you making you giggle.

"Already?" You smirked feeling him growing harder as you nodded at him leaning up and kissing him deeply.

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 63: Family Time at the Ruins

The Story of a Family

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Cullen had organized another get together for their generation, and while Jade certainly wasn’t an option to bring along, Luigi did have two girls he was excited about asking.

Noemi was his first choice, but she still refused to let his family see them in a dating context. Amaya on the other hand was quite happy to tag along, maybe a little too happy with her devilish grin and comment “a whole crew of your relatives! The possibilities abound, hmm maybe … but no, not yet.”

Luigi breathed a silent sigh of relief when Amaya started the night as quiet and calm as everyone else who gathered around the bonfire to say hello.

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Her quiet didn’t last though. She broke the ice with Denton and a now obviously pregnant Bridget in spectacular fashion:

“Looks like someone won the grand prize for hard work in the bedroom! When’s that big ol’ bun due to come out of the oven?”

Bridget was not amused, firing back that she didn’t discuss her personal life with complete strangers before storming away. Denton apologized, saying she was just “extra touchy” lately, blaming “all those hormones” before hurrying after her. Luigi didn’t quite know what to think. Amaya’s comments had certainly been unusual, but they were friendly enough, and it was Bridget they were dealing with after all.

Deciding to let it go he took Amaya’s hand and headed over to check in with Cullen and his date Angeles.

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Luigi was glad Amaya took a softer tack in meeting Cullen and his girl. The two of them had just started going steady, with Angeles planning to move into Cullen’s apartment in the city soon. She was helping him highlight downtown “hot spots” on Simstagram and having a grand time.

Luigi couldn’t help but compare their relationship to the two he had going. While he and Amaya had good compatibility, able to enjoy themselves even in impromptu and harsh conditions like their wintery Komorebi date, Cullen and Angeles had more in common. Because they shared so many interests, it was easy for them both to pursue the same goals. It felt much more like the amazing compatibility he shared with Noemi.

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They wished the pair good luck with their move and headed to the grill where Luigi had spotted Tess and Hunter making everyone a snack.

Amaya’s face split into a huge grin at the sight of Tess, and Luigi waited to see how things would go. He was relieved when she seemed to hit it off with the pair.

“Oh, what an amazing exoskeleton! Luigi, you didn’t tell me you had such an interesting family!” As Tess showed off her upgraded hardware, Hunter smiled and joked that they should just cross their fingers that it didn’t start raining!

Hearing Bria begin strumming a popular melody at the pavilion a few feet away Amaya clapped her hands in delight, telling them she “loved this song”. Hunter invited her to grab a plate of the hot dogs he’d just finished and “head to the show”, leaving Luigi and Tess to continue chatting.

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Luigi just smiled and nodded when Tess commented “She’s a character” once Amaya and Hunter were out of earshot. He already knew that Hunter had, in fact, popped the question shortly after Tess’s phone call, and asked her how the wedding planning was going.

Tess replied that it was moving right along. They were both happy with a simple ceremony at The Collective and Luigi’s official invite would arrive soon.

She surprised him when she went on to say that they were already starting to think about children. She of course wasn’t going to be “much help up front” in that regard but was looking forward to motherhood. Hunter had expressed an interest in carrying the baby and they had an appointment at Peppino’s clinic scheduled to talk about their options after their honeymoon.

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Luigi was happy to see that Amaya and Hunter seemed to be having a good time when he and Tess joined them a few minutes later.

He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and waved as his almost step-brother Scott rejoined the crowd that had formed around his musically inclined lady love. He and Bria hadn’t gotten any less enthusiastic about each other since Luigi had gotten to know her better at Winterfest and were currently on a quest to find the perfect wedding rings. He offered Scott best wishes, saying he bet Bria couldn’t wait to become “Mrs. Bailey-Moon”.

As soon as she heard Scott’s last name Amaya pretended to swoon, and when she found out that child star Orange was actually Scott’s grandfather, she let out a genuine squeal of delight. Turning to Luigi, she chided him for “Keeping Secrets”, winking and saying "we absolutely need to spend more time with this handsome fellow and his talented bride-to-be". Scott took it in stride, thanking her for the compliments before replying "Grandpa Orange is always happy to meet a friend of the family. We should absolutely get together for dinner soon".

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It was late afternoon by the time everyone said their goodbyes. Arriving back in town Luigi pulled out the blindfold he’d worn on their previous date, holding it up before leaning in close and whispering a suggestion of how the pair could end their day “on a high note”.

Her face looked really torn. “Oh man! That would be awesome, but I promised my mom I’d take my little sisters to the pier this evening so she could get in a little quality time with her current squeeze.” She traced a finger around his chest. “Up for helping me watch them first?” Luigi shook his head “I wish I could, but I only have a couple hours before practice.” Amaya nodded in understanding, giving him a tight hug and a playful pat before letting him go. “We’ll get there soon, hot stuff.”

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Heading home in a romantic mood, but without a “dance partner”, Luigi debated calling Noemi but decided that didn’t feel quite right under the circumstances. Instead, he stuck with his first and most reliable lover, himself. As he got busy, he reflected that the day had gone well up until the end.

Amaya was an interesting sim, no doubt about it, but she was also friendly and fun. Other than Bridget, who could never be counted on to like anyone, she’d gotten along quite well with everyone and that was a huge win in a sim he was considering adding to his close-knit family.

After all the talk of co-habitation, engagements, and babies Luigi felt like he was “lagging behind” the others socially and he hated that, but he reminded himself he was also the only one in college. He’d get there, and in the meantime, he had the pleasure of having two sims that made his heart skip a beat, which was not a bad spot to be in at all!

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