#I am eating my words and they are delicious with that spread on top

[carpe-mamilia]

Ghosts’ Larry Rickard Explains Why They Chose the Captain’s First Name

Photo: Monumental,Guido Mandozzi

It couldn’t be a joke. That was one rule laid down by the Ghosts creators when it came to choosing a first name for Willbond’s character. Until series five, the WWII ghost had been known only as The Captain – a mystery seized upon by fans of the show.

“It was the question we got asked more than anything. His name,” actor and writer Larry Rickard tells Den of Geek. “Once we got to series three, you could see that we were deliberately cutting away and deliberately avoiding it. We were fuelling the fire because we knew at some point we’d tell them.”

In “Carpe Diem”, the episode written by Rickard and Ben Willbond that finally reveals The Captain’s death story, they did tell us. After years of guessing, clue-spotting and debate, Ghosts revealed that The Captain’s first name is James. At the same time, we also learned that James’ colleague Lieutenant Havers’ first name was Anthony.

The ordinariness of those two names, says Rickard, is the point.

“The only thing we were really clear about is that we didn’t want one of those names that only exists in tellyland. It shouldn’t be ‘Cormoran’ or ‘Endeavour’. They should just be some men’s names and they’re important to them. The point was that they were everyday.”

Choosing first names for The Captain and Havers was a long process not unlike naming a baby, Rickard agrees. “It almost comes down to looking at the faces of the characters and saying, what’s right?”

“We talked for ages. For a long time I kept thinking ‘Duncan and James’, and then I was like ah no! That would have turned it into a gag and been awful!” Inescapably in the minds of a certain generation, Duncan James is a member of noughties boyband Blue. “Maybe with Anthony I was thinking of Anthony Costa!” Rickard says in mock horror, referencing another member of the band.

Lieutenant Havers wasn’t just The Captain’s second in command while stationed at Button House; he was also the man James loved. Because homosexuality was criminalised in England during James’ lifetime, he was forced to hide his feelings for Anthony from society, and to some extent even from himself.

In “Carpe Diem”, the ghosts (mistakenly) prepare for the last day of their afterlives, prompting The Captain to finally tell his story. Though not explicit about his sexual identity, the others understand and accept what he tells them – and led by Lady Button, all agree that he’s a brave man.

Getting the balance right of what The Captain does and doesn’t say was key to the episode. “It wasn’t just a personal choice of his to go ‘I’m going to remain in the closet’,” explains Rickard. “There wasn’t an option there to explore the things that either of them felt. That couldn’t be done back then – there are so many stories which have come out since the War about the dangers of doing that.

“We wanted to tell his personal story but also try to ensure that there was a level at which you understood why they couldn’t be open, that even in this moment where he’s finally telling the other ghosts his story, he never comes out and says it overtly because that would be too much for him as a character from that time.

“He says enough for them to know, and enough for him to feel unburdened but it’s in the fact that they’re using their first names which militarily they would never have done, and in the literal passing of the baton”.

The baton is a bonus reveal when fans learned that The Captain’s military stick wasn’t a memento of his career, but of Havers. As James suffers a fatal heart attack during a VE day celebration at Button House, Anthony rushes to his side and the stick passes from one to the other as they share a moment of tragic understanding.

“From really early on, we had the idea that anything you’re holding [when you die] stays with you. So it wasn’t just your clothes you were wearing, we had the stuff with Thomas’ letter reappearing in his pocket and so on. And the assumption being that it was something The Captain couldn’t put down, it felt so nice to be able to say it was something he didn’t want to put down.”

Rickard lists “Carpe Diem”, co-written with Ben Willbond, among his series five highlights. He’s pleased with the end result, praises Willbond’s performance, and loved being on set to see Button House dressed for the 1940s. He’s particularly pleased that a checklist of moments they wanted to land with the audience all managed to be included. “Normally something’s fallen by the wayside just because of the way TV’s made, it’s always imperfect or it’s slightly rushed, but it feels like it’s all there.”

Rickard and Willbond also knew by this point in the show’s lifetime, that they could trust Ghosts fans to pick up on small details. “Nothing is missed,” he says. “Early on, you’re always thinking, is that going to get across? But once we got to series five, there are little tiny things within corners of shots and you know that’s going to be spotted. Particularly in that very short exchange between Havers and the Captain. We worried less about the minutiae of it because you go, that’s going to be rewound and rewatched, nothing will be missed.”

The team were also grateful they’d resisted the temptation to tell The Captain’s story sooner. “We’d talked about it every series since series two, whether or not now was the time, but because he’s such a hard and starchy character in a lot of ways you needed the time to understand his softer side I think before you had that final honest beat from him.”

“What a ridiculously normal name to have so much weight put on it for five years,” laughs Rickard fondly. “Good old James.”

From Den of Geek

#bbc ghosts #bless you larry for doing all these den of geek interviews #I wonder if they just did one marathon session with him #inside ghosts was kind of disappointing this week #I guess Ben just wants to let the episode speak for itself and you're like yes but I would like to hear you talk about every detail #trust me we will be interested #long post #I really thought they loved the joke of nearly saying the Captain’s name so much that they'd never reveal it #so it's so lovely that they were like no this is not a joke name; he's a real man with an ordinary name #and we are going to tell you that in the most devastatingly romantic way #I am eating my words and they are delicious with that spread on top #also 'that's going to be rewound and rewatched' = 'I know you people are loopy so here is content specifically for you' #bbc ghosts spoilers

[prettyboyformasks]

Hello! Please more FTM!Graves 🥺 please!!! I need more!!! Anything, I'll take anything (eating him out eating him out eating him out!)

OMG OFC ABSOLUTELY

holding onto ftm!graves' thighs, keeping them spread while your tongue circles around his clit. your grip has to be so fucking tight, though, leaving red marks on his pale skin — all because he's so sensitive and keeps trying to close his legs.

"keep 'em open, phil," you mutter, licking the slick that's dripping down his pretty pink slit. he huffs in response, but tries his best to keep his legs open for you. after all, he doesn't want you to stop. he's a whore for your tongue.

your tongue.

switching positions so he's sitting on your face, you don't even have to remind him to sit, not hover, because he's riding your tongue like the needy bitch he is. you wiggle your tongue around, tasting his pink, gummy walls while your thumb presses against his clit.

you mumble praises against his cunt and words of degradation when he slows down. "fuckin' whore, speed up," followed by a smack to his ass. you knead the tender flesh, resuming your praise when he finally speeds up again.

"gonna— hnnngh—" he mutters, grinding his clit against your lips. his thighs are shaking, his hips are stuttering as he cums all over your face, coating it—and the bed—in that delicious, clear liquid he knows you love.

his body collapses on top of yours, but you don't stop. no, he's all yours, and you do what you want. you pull his hips up so his pussy is in front of your face, and you slide your tongue between his soft lips. you knead his thighs as he whimpers, lazily humping your face.

you let out an amused chuckle and push two fingers into his leaky cunt, curling them against that spot you know drives him crazy. he lays still, his hands balling into fists as he grabs the sheets below him. his eyes are rolling back and he's rocking his hips against your fingers, babbling out pleas and whines.

your long fingers poke against his cervix and you laugh as he shivers. "feel tha', my dear?" you murmur, your lips pressed against his right ass cheek. "feel how fuckin' deep i am? how good your greedy little cunt swallows my fingers?"

he gives quick nods, mostly focused on riding the digits inside of him. he moans your name as he buries his face in the mattress, his toes curling while he cums on your fingers.

"that's right. you're mine."

#ftm!phillip graves #ftm sub #ftm bottom #ftm ns/fw #ftm smut #call of duty #cod smut #call of duty smut #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #smut #cod #phillip graves cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader

[filthymunson]

Some Like It Rough.

Boyfriend!Eddie. Roommate! Steve. Mature content. 18+. Smoking weed/high sex. Oral (fem receiving). Mentions of drug use, threesome. Dirty talk, pussy slapping, light choking, (minor) breeding kink. M/F/M. Begging. Domination. (Fem) switch. Dungeon master/sir use.

Word count - 4.2k.

“Eddie,” giggling softly as your boyfriend playfully pretends to be playing air guitar, standing on your shared bed as he dramatically whips his hair. “What do you think babe? I think I could give all the rockstars out there a run for their money,” dropping his body next to yours, the town “freak” gazes at you curiously, before turning his attention to the slow burning joint resting in his ash tray. “Want another one babe?” speaking before taking a drag, and letting the smoke leave his mouth in rings, before turning back to you. Handing you the lit joint, Eddie rests his head back against the wall, and focuses on you as you smoke. Letting his curious brown eyes run over your body as your chest rises and falls whilst you exhale the smoke. “Thank you Eds,” speaking lightly as you hold the joint between your fingers, you tilt your head and grin hazily at your boyfriend. “I wonder if Steve is home from work yet,” murmuring softly as you hand him the joint, and move to rest on your knees as you tug down your shirt slightly. “We would have heard him come home, if he’s here, he’s probably out with Robin.” Nodding as he speaks, you climb off of the bed and open the door to your bedroom. “I’m hungry. Want anything?” “Whatever you’ve got,” speaking as he lazily holds the last of the joint between his lips, and finishes it off, following you into the tiny kitchen you share with Steve. Running his eyes over your frame as you rummage in the pantry, Eddie moves behind you, lightly tracing his fingers along your exposed stomach, and rests his head against your shoulder. “I could actually eat you, now that we’re on the subject,” speaking into your ear as his hand creeps underneath his shirt that you’ve got on, watching your hands explore the cupboard for something to eat.

Cupping your breast in his hand, you shift slightly as your hand tightly grips onto a box of crackers. “Eds, Steve could be home any minute,” speaking softly as he starts moving his lips across your neck, and circles your nipple with his thumb. “Mhm. Like I said, he probably won’t be back for hours,” murmuring against your ear as his lips press against your neck warmly, resulting in you dropping your head back slightly, and arching your chest further into his hand. “That feel good?” “Yes, feels so good Eds, don’t stop,” breathing out as his thumb swipes against your clit, before you find him pressing his lips against your neck again. “What about when Steve comes home?” “I don’t care, I just need you to keep doing that.” “Use your words. Doing what, sweetheart?” Breathing against your ear as his fingers move along your skin, Eddie dips his fingers beneath your underwear, and hums softly. “There she is…there’s my second favourite girl,” rasping in your ear as he draws another moan from you while slipping his fingers into you. “Table,” speaking roughly as he drops his hands from you, before you hastily climb on top of the table, and gaze down at Eddie on his knees in front of you. “Good girl, always so good for me,” grinning as his hands spread your legs, you brush your fingers through Eddie’s lengthy hair. “Am I allowed to have my snack now?” “Always Eds. It’s yours,” speaking softly as his mouth dangerously moves along your thigh, Eddie kisses your skin, before finally settling his mouth against you.

Sweeping his tongue along your folds, you gasp softly before tangling your fingers into his hair. You whine softly as his lips and tongue move deliciously against you and you find yourself getting lost in his touch. Draping your leg over his shoulder, you slip your hand under you shirt, as you touch and pull at your nipples. “Feels so good Eds, don’t stop,” breathing out a moan, Eddie moves closer to you, as his hands keep your legs apart. Not hearing the door opening, the two are hidden from view as Steve steps inside their shared home, and drops his bag by the door. “Hey guys, I’m home! And I brought-“ getting cut off as a sharp moan rings out from the kitchen, Steve suddenly spots you on the table, and raises his eyebrow as he sees Eddie suddenly rise up from the floor. The realisation of what he just walked into hitting him, Steve stumbles slightly, accidentally knocking over the lamp on the small table by the door, cursing softly as the crash rings through their home. Catching Eddie’s gaze as he clumsily puts it back, he stands up straight and clears his throat. “Pizza. I got us pizza. Hungry? I’m hungry, let’s eat, unless you’re already full- I mean, if you haven’t had something to eat- I mean,” babbling as Eddie grins. Swiping his ring clad finger across his lip, he licks it clean before he gestures Steve to the kitchen, and helps you off of the table. “Cover up sweetheart. I think we broke Steve.” Watching Steve as he hastily turns his attention back to the pizza, his hair falling across his eyes as he busies himself with putting the pizza out for you all.

Eddie tilts his head as Steve keeps quiet, and the curly haired metal head turns his eyes back to you, as you’re leaning against the counter. “Hungry babe?” Nodding as you tug your shirt down your thighs a little, and you move to the table to grab some pizza. “Thank you Stevie,” speaking lightly as you take your plate, and the blonde nods before moving to his spot on the couch. Moving behind you, Eddie takes his slice of pizza and slips his hand under your shirt. “Eddie,” laughing softly as his hand brushes against your underwear, and you stifle a soft moan as his rings dig into your skin. “What did I do?” Speaking lightly against your ear, he presses his hand to your thigh and moves to the couch. Noticing Steve silently focusing on his food, Eddie bumps his shoulder against his, and nods as a thank you for the pizza. “How was work Harrington?” “What? Oh. It was fine. Quiet mostly. Robin and I just did inventory all day. Then she had to go home for an emergency or something.” “Is she okay?” Speaking up as you sit on Eddie’s thigh, you bite your pizza before resting your legs on top of Eddie’s, and furrow your eyebrows worryingly for your best friend. “I told her I’d call her tonight. So I’m not sure for now.” Catching his gaze briefly, Steve focuses on your face, before shifting in his seat. Eddie tilts his head slightly, and drags his fingers along your thigh, keeping his attention on your skin. Dropping your eyes to your boyfriends hand, you feel Steve’s gaze on you both before lifting your attention to him, and you raise an eyebrow curiously. Hastily dropping your plate to the coffee table in front of you all, you turn your focus to Eddie, before trailing your fingers through his curls gently. Pressing your mouth to his, you grin against his lips as his hand grips onto your hip, and you briefly open your eyes to find Steve watching you both. “Eds, do you trust me?” “With my life sweetheart.” Nodding as you move from his lap, you stand in front of Steve, grinning at his confused expression, and stand between his knees. “Do you want to join us?” speaking softly as you take a seat between Steve and Eddie, before draping your legs across Steve’s lap. “I..what?” “You, Eddie and I. It was a complete accident that you walked in on us, but I can wager that since you walked in, you’ve thought of nothing else since, am I right?” Speaking softly as you move yourself to sit on Steve’s thighs, and gaze at the blonde.

Turning your attention to Eddie, you lightly grin as he keeps eating his pizza, and remains quiet in his seat. Focusing on Steve again, you sweep your fingers against his hair, pushing back the styled quiff he has. “You can absolutely say no and there’ll be no more talk about it, I promise,” letting your voice drop to a slight whisper, and you drop your hand to your lap. “Okay,” speaking lowly as you move to take yourself from his lap. “Okay?” “Yeah..I think so,” nodding as he speaks, Eddie suddenly moves in his spot, and Steve gazes between the two of you. “Is that okay with you Eds?” Nodding eagerly as his hand slips under your shirt again, he grins as your nipples instantly harden under his fingers, and he stands up from the couch. “If you’re in the mood to fuck Steve, that’s fine with me sweetheart.” Watching Eddie move to the armchair across from the couch, the metalhead takes a seat and watches you both with a hazy grin. “Eds, maybe some of your magic will help, light us up another one,” speaking softly as you retake your spot on Steve’s lap, you catches the blonde’s chin between your fingers and make him look at you. “Do you want some of Eddie’s ‘special help’, or do you think you’re good without it?” “I..um..maybe? I’m not sure,” speaking lowly as he shifts in his seat, and brushes his thigh against your barely covered pussy.

Emitting a soft whine from you, you rest your arms around Steve’s neck and brush your nose against his, before he feels you breathe against his lips. “Do that again, it felt good,” whispering softly as you straddle his thigh, you catch Steve’s eyes as he hesitantly grabs your hips, feeling more confident as you nod that it’s okay, before he jolts his leg harshly, and gets a moan out of you. “Y-yeah, like that, again,” mumbling your pleas against Steve’s mouth, as you feverishly press your lips to his, he hungrily devours your mouth, before finding yourself suddenly on your back, with Steve’s thigh between your spread legs. “Fuck..you’re so hot,” speaking lowly as he drops his head to your neck, he works a faint purple mark into your skin, before rubbing his jean clad thigh against you harshly. “Steve, that feels so good, don’t stop,” whining as his lips smother your neck in kisses, you catch Eddie’s gaze from across the room, eyeing up the tent in his pants. “Steve making you feel good baby?” “Yes, yes, so good. He’s rubbing my pussy so good for me,” speaking as your hand moves across your breast, Steve’s hand harshly slaps your own, before yanking your hand away. “No touching. Only Eddie and I can do that. Right Munson?” Catching your boyfriend’s gaze, Eddie nods at Steve’s words and leans back in his chair. “You heard the man, sweetheart. No touching.” Focusing as Steve’s hand slips between his thigh and your clothed pussy, he harshly rolls his fingers against you, and settles on his knees.

“So wet already…kind of pathetic, the simple movement of my leg against your desperate little pussy hm?” Letting your eyes catch Steve’s again, you notice the slightly darkened hue to his eyes, and nod hurriedly as he speaks to you. “Jesus, Harrington. Who knew this was hiding beneath all that ‘cool guy’ exterior and complex?” “Don’t judge a book by its cover, Munson.” Resting yourself onto your elbows, you catch Eddie’s smug grin, and bite your lip as Steve’s fingers press against you. “You want this hm? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you planned this all out in that dirty little head of yours. Encouraging Eddie to lay you on the table so he could eat that sweet little pussy, knowing I’d walk in on you both. Such a little slut,” speaking against your ear as he harshly drags you against his thigh, you whine and roll your hips down to feel some friction against you. “Don’t move. Stay still, I want to see how fast Eddie and I can make you cum for us, so stay there. Munson?” “Yes sir?” Joking lightly as he puts out his joint, and joins the pair on the couch. “Enough of that,” Steve speaks softly as his cheeks tinge pink, causing you to raise your eyebrow and you remain still as instructed. “You know somethin’ dude? She just loves authoritative titles. Don’t you sweetheart?” Flickering his eyebrows at you to continue your game, you nod before swiping your tongue against your lip. “Yes dungeon master, I do.” “What do you want to call Steve, babydoll? I’m sure he deserves a nickname for looking after you so well.” Stroking his calloused fingers through your hair, Eddie lifts your head to rest against his lap, and tangles his fingers around your loose locks. “Tell him, he’s waiting.” “Sorry to keep you hanging on…sir.” Feeling Steve rut his thigh against you harshly, you let out a soft yelp as he grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

“I swear you’re just looking for a punishment. Maybe I’ll borrow Eddie’s rings, and make you count to 10 as you count down the slaps I’ll give your pussy, while I wear them.” Resting on his knees as Eddie raises his eyebrow, his attention turns to you, your boyfriend grinning smugly as he’s aware of the affect Steve’s words are having on you. “Is that a promise? She just loves having her pretty little pussy spanked. It drives her wild.” Speaking as Steve furrows his eyebrows, Eddie’s ring-clad hand comes down on you roughly, emitting a loud moan from you. “See? She’s just the filthiest little whore,” stroking his fingers against your soaked underwear, Eddie brings his hand down against you again, and grins as your body writhes desperately. “Look at her. She’s absolutely aching for it. She’s soaked through. She just loves when you spank her like that.” Feeling Steve’s cock against your leg, you roll your hips and drag yourself against him, whining softly as you feel him brush against your clit. “Please, please. Need you both so bad, need you in me.” “Go on Harrington. Show her who’s in charge,” speaking from his seat, Eddie parts his legs slightly as he settles into the armchair and watches the pair of you on the couch. “She just needs a good fucking, maybe it’ll satiate her enough before I fill her up as well.” Turning his attention back to the woman underneath him, Steve groans softly at the wild look in your eyes, before he feels your hand moving across his jeans and across his hardening cock. “What are you doin’?” “Helping you, you’ve had me laying here long enough. Now it’s my turn to drive you wild,” speaking huskily as you fumble with his zipper, you yank down his jeans and watch as he kicks them away. “Eddie baby…you’ve got to see this. Sir Steve is packing, you were right, they had to be calling him King Steve for something.” Resting on your knees as you gaze at Steve with awe, you brush your fingers against his dick before pressing your lips along his thigh, and directly against him over his boxers.

“Be a good girl for him, sweetheart. Show him how that pretty mouth of yours works.” Nodding lightly as Steve arches his neck backwards, he runs his hands through his hair as your lips wrap around his cock, and allow yourself to tease your fingers against his abs. “How does she feel?” “Fuck..so good, she’s got a mouth on her, for sure.” Tangling his fingers into your hair, Steve tugs harshly on you, resulting in a muffled moan from deep in your throat. “Such a good girl for Steve huh? Always so obedient for me aren’t you?” Speaking roughly as he joins the pair on the bed, Eddie’s calloused fingers drag along your spine to your hip, and tugs you back against him. “Feel that sweetheart? Do you feel how hard you’re making me, and Steve? Such a greedy little angel, one cock isn’t enough so you’ve got to have two. Gonna have you absolutely screaming our names for us.” Bringing his hand down against your ass, you jolt forward against Steve, choking slightly. “Get up. It’s our turn now, you’ve had enough time to play with us.” Yanking you back upright against his body, Eddie drags his fingers against your nipples, tugging on the sensitive bud roughly. Catching Steve’s eyes briefly, you crook your finger to gesture him forward, before brushing your tongue against your lip. “Come here, wanna kiss you again,” speaking softly as he sandwiches you between himself and Eddie, you waste no time in shoving your tongue into his mouth, and grab at his hair, before pulling his leg between yours.

Dragging yourself against his thigh, you moan softly as Eddie’s hand travels down between your legs and harshly rubs circles against your clit. “Gonna fuck yourself on Steve’s leg huh? Gonna cum all over his skin for us? Show him what a little whore you are, wanna see you rub that sweet little pussy against him until you’re screaming for us,” growling in your ear as his fingers delve into you, Steve falters as Eddie’s words push him closer to his release, and keeps you held against his body as your tongues hungrily wind around each other. “Attagirl, so good for us,” relishing in the hot squelching sounds from between your legs, Eddie brushes your hair away from your neck, before harshly licking and biting at your skin. “Please, need you both, can’t wait anymore,” whining into Steve’s mouth as your body aches with need and desire for both men, Steve grins hazily before falling still. “I don’t have a-“ “you don’t need it man. She’s on the pill. Go wild.” Catching Steve’s bewildered look, Eddie chuckles against your skin, and shakes his head. “Is it just me, or does Steve seem a bit in awe at the fact he gets to cum in you?” Lifting his gaze to Steve, your boyfriend moves back from your body, and gestures to Steve. “You know you won’t get her pregnant, right?” “Y-yeah. Right.” Suddenly the energy in the room shifts slightly, as Eddie crosses his arms across his chest. “Unless that’s what you want, Harrington.” “I uh..” Furrowing your eyebrows as you gaze between both men, you suddenly catch onto what they’re subtly discussing, and you turn to Steve.

“Don’t be embarrassed. We all have our own interests.” Feeling Eddie’s arm snake around you, you turn to look up at your boyfriend and he grins lightly. “I bet Steve here, is just dying to fill you up, and make sure you’re filled to the absolute brim of him. I’m sure he’s just thinking about all the little Harrington nuggets running around. Although I must say, the idea of you pregnant and carrying a baby is delightful, I’m sure Harrington’s got a secret love for it.” Turning your attention back to Steve, you notice his fingers tightly digging into his palm, and you rest your hand against his chest. “Relax. Eddie is just kidding…although I do like the idea of you filling me up, and fucking me absolutely stupid,” speaking softly as you ease up the tension trapped within his hand, you brush your fingers against his, and lead him to the bed. Watching Eddie as he undresses, your eyes fall to his jeans, and watch his fingers expertly unfasten his zipper. “Bed. Now.” Nodding as you do as you’re told, you climb onto the bed and join your boyfriend, and playfully swipe at his dog tag necklace. “Whatever you say dungeon master.” Gesturing Steve to join you, Eddie swipes his hand along your back, and between your legs swiftly. “Eds, that feels so good,” whining softly as you hold yourself up, Steve kneels in front of you, and holds you still. “What do you say Harrington? Gonna fill her up real nice? Pump her full of those little Harrington nuggets? Bet she’d look super damn pretty all pregnant and rounded huh?” Groaning softly at your boyfriends’ words, Steve shifts slightly and you grin. “Come on then Stevie. Use me as your own personal toy,” speaking into his ear as you push his cock into you, you let out a satisfied whine, as his hands pull you into him, and he dips his head into your neck. “If it’s too much, let me know and I’ll stop,” nodding at his words, you gaze back at Eddie, and gesture him to cement himself against your back.

“All yours baby,” assuring your boyfriend as he lines up to slip into you, and you collectively moan as he settles to let you adjust. Turning back to Steve, you nod slightly, gripping onto his arm as he starts drawing in and out of you, before holding you to him, and harshly slaps his hips against yours. Suckling a bruise into your neck, Steve winds his fingers into your hair and tugs your head back. “Fuck..that feels so good, don’t stop,” begging your roommate to keep fucking you, Eddie slowly moves his hips against your ass, and rests his hands on your hips. “Such a good girl. Taking both of us like this. You’re just so greedy,” rasping into your ear as his hand slides up to your throat, Eddie circles your neck with his hand, and tilts your head back as he tightens his grip slightly. “Fuck..yes,” rasping out as his grip tightens, Eddie chuckles slightly as his thrusts get faster and harder, matching Steve as they both drive into you. “How’s she feel Harrington?” “So good. She’s sucking me in so good, such a hungry little pussy huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Bet you’d look so pretty all fucked out with me running down your legs.” Feeling your eyes slightly roll back in your head, Eddie holds you tight against his chest, keeping his hand around your throat as he and Steve work you to your release.

“C-can’t hold out much longer, gonna cum, need’ta feel you both,” begging as your body tingles and jolts harshly with theirs, Eddie turns your head to his, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth, and groans against your lips. “Gonna cum for us baby? Yeah? Only when we decide,” panting heavily as his fingers work on your pussy, you let out a hoarse scream, before dropping your head to Steve’s shoulder. “P-please, can’t wait anymore. Need it so bad, need you both to cum in me,” babbling as your body aches, Steve feverishly slams his hips against yours, groaning heavily as you tangle your fingers into his hair. “Good girl, cum for us yeah? Cum all over Stevie’s cock, he’s waited long enough.” Feeling Steve’s hand tweaking at your nipple, you let out what is possibly the most filthy moan you’ve ever let out, before feeling yourself let go, and gushing all over your thighs and the two men either side of you, as you feel Steve shudder roughly, and feel a pool of heat fill your pussy. “Holy shit baby, did you just-“ “I think she did,” laughing loudly as he groans, Eddie digs his fingers into you harshly as he works himself to his orgasm, and Steve holds you up against him, helping Eddie get off while he fucks you. Feeling Steve’s fingers comb through your hair, Eddie desperately grips onto you, and grunts deep in his throat as he pushes himself to his release. “F-fuck baby, gonna cum, can’t hold it,” whining as he cups your breast, Steve slips out of you, and falls back onto the bed, allowing Eddie to hold you to him to finish. “So c-close,” growling in your ear as he thrusts a few more times before you feel him shudder against you, a familiar sound filling your ear as he slumps against your back, and lets you slip down onto Steve’s chest. “Fuck..that was…” “incredible,” finishing your roommates sentence, you tilt your head up to kiss his jaw, and settle into his body. Feeling Eddie slip behind you, his arm rests across your body, and Steve closes his eyes, allowing you all to lay in silence until Eddie’s voice suddenly fills your ears. “So…same time next week?”

Enjoy the filth. 💋

#Steddie smut. #steve harrington smut #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson smut #Steddie. #stranger things #stranger things smut

[francesminos-tt]

Curious cat prompt fill. Blind!joff riding his husband into oblivion.

Joffrey carefully balanced himself on top of Daeron, straddling the alpha but dared not to fully sit on him. Daeron had been a good husband to him, always tending to his needs and making sure Joffrey found pleasure in their sex sessions. He taught Joffrey about the pleasure of the flesh, exploring the omega’s body inch by inch, giving him new sensations each time.

Joffrey wanted to return the favor. Despite his blindness, Joffrey was eager in bed, not ashamed of giving in to desires. He offered to make Daeron feel good on the alpha’s 19th nameday.

“Tell me what to do, husband. I will try my best to give back to you.” Joffrey told Daeron a fortnight ago, “I will learn.”

“You don’t need to be pressured to pay me back, dear Joffrey, for your existence is my reward.” Daeron took him into a crushing hug and kissed his eyelids, “But I appreciate your gesture. Maybe we can try something different this time.”

Now, Joffrey was on top of his husband, trying to take the dominance of the alpha. The idea of Daeron under him excited Joffrey, making him feel like a real living creature, not a doll pushed around by men.

“Sit down on me.” Daeron instructed as he gently pushed Joffrey down, “Can you find my cock?”

Joffrey reached his hand down, searching for Daeron’s swollen cock. His fingers landed on soft skin. Joffrey spread his palms and felt the firm muscles of Daeron’s stomach. Joffrey knew immediately that he was touching Daeron’s stomach. He knew Daeron’s body like the back of his hand, perhaps even more familiar with the alpha’s body than Daeron himself. Joffrey was blind, but his other senses were sharper. The omega trailed his hand down, passing Daeron’s navel, until he found a small bush of soft hair. Joffrey smiled. He knew this feeling, and he knew that a few inches down, he would find Daeron’s cock.

“Good boy.” Daeron praised as Joffrey grabbed his throbbing length and squeezed gently, “Now, lift your hips a little and line it with your entrance.”

Joffrey did as he was told with anticipation building in his stomach. He was highly aroused, the excitement of pleasuring Daeron and dominating the alpha making his heart pounding against his ribcage.

“Now sit down on my cock. Put it inside you.” Daeron told him, his hands on either side of Joffrey’s waist, “Slowly. I want to see your wet pussy eating me all the way.”

Joffrey’s entrance twitched at Daeron’s vulgar words. More slick rushed out of him, bathing Daeron’s cock in a hot shower of desire.

“Am I excite you, Joffrey?”

“Y-yes.” Joffrey nodded, his lips parting slightly like a fish out of water.

“Good.” Daeron guided the omega down, feeling the wetness of Joffrey pussy slowly envelope his cock. “God, your pussy feel so good.”

Joffrey smiled, rather proudly. He descended himself on Daeron’s cock, letting the length stretching him bit by bit, until it was completely inside.

Daeron let out a low moan. How come Joffrey managed to melt his very core every time no matter how many times Daeron had put his cock inside the warm wetness of Joffrey’s pussy before? The view was magnificent in front of him. Joffrey’s naked chest was covered in beads of sweat, like a string dew on a leaf. Daeron wanted to lick them all clean.

“Come on, move. Whatever you like.” Daeron told him, “Remember how I fucked you before? Now it’s your turn.”

Joffrey bit his lower lip as he began to roll his hip. It was strange to take Daeron in this angle, but it wasn’t bad. Joffrey was free to chase his own pleasure, rolling and bouncing on Daeron’s cock, as if he was riding a dragon.

“You are doing good, baby.” Daeron said between uneven breath. His hands moved up to cup Joffrey’s breast, kneading the soft flesh as he liked. The beads of sweat dripped into Joffrey’s cleavage, down his stomach and navel. He looked so delicious, Daeron found, this blind boy he had fallen in love with all these years ago.

“Do you feel good, husband?” Joffrey asked as he continued to ride Daeron with abandon, “Tell me what to do. I will make you the happiest man in the seven kingdoms.”

“Touch yourself.”

Joffrey did. He began to rub his clit fiercely, the other hand playing with his swollen nipple. He rolled his head to the back and moaned loudly, his walls tightening around Daeron’s cock.

“Easy, Joff, or I am going to come now.” Daeron took a deep breath when Joffrey squeezed him again.

But this time, Joffrey didn’t listen. He rode Daeron without mercy, like a true dragon rider.

“Come, spill your seeds inside me.” Joffrey ordered.

Now it was Daeron’s turn to obey.

#house of the dragon #joffron #hotd #daeron x joffrey #joffrey velaryon #daeron the daring #abo dynamics #curiouscat archive

[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm (P5)

Includes:

Mentions of domestic violence.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x female reader (Principal x Student)

Summary:

Y/N and Larissa’s connection continues to flourish as the days continue. Y/N gets up to no good with her friend group.

Word Count:

3.2k

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The smell of waffles wafts up your nose, your eyes opening almost instantly. A gentle humming sound comes from the kitchen making you smile. The sun falls on your skin as you sit up, swinging your legs over the bed. You stand up, checking your bandages as you walk towards the kitchen. As you get closer, you recognise the song Larissa’s humming and you can’t help but sing along.

“And I’ll keep leading you on, if you keep leading me into your room,” She yelps, spinning round to face you as you start singing. A cheeky grin pulls at your lips as she walks up to you. “The drinks are all gone, but that’s fine baby, so am I.” You continue as a smile pulls at her lips. She never realised how beautifully you sang before. Your hand lightly grazes her hips making her take a sharp breath.

“I’m about to take you back to church, tell me your confessions baby, what's the worst?” Your eyes begin to slowly wander down her body, down to the dip in her dressing gown where her skin is exposed. A smirk grows on your lips, regaining eye contact with her as you sing the next lyrics. “Baptise in your thighs till it hurts, 'cause I’m about to take you back to church.”

Larissa’s core burns with desire, her hands grabbing your hips to keep her stable. You can hear her heartbeat increase as you let out a chuckle. “Good morning.” A cheeky smile on your lips as you still maintain eye contact.

“Your voice is stunning darling.” She says, not wanting to admit that your voice singing that song made her weak in the knees. “Thank you… but you may wanna check the waffles, the lights been green for a while.” Her eyes widen as you say this, whirling around to flick the switch. “Fuck!”

“Me.” You take a seat, leaning back in the chair. Smirking as you watch her knuckles turn white as she grasps the bench. She stifles a groan under her breath knowing that’s exactly what she wants to do. Truth be told, her self-control hadn’t improved since the drive to the hospital, she still craves the feel of your skin against hers, needs to hear you moan her name as she claimed you as hers.

Clearing her throat, she serves up two plates of waffles topped with whipped cream and maple syrup. “Breakfast, my lady.” She places the plate down in front of you before taking her own seat. “Well thank you, my lady.” A smile spreading on your faces as you jokingly mimic her. “Just shut up and eat darling.” She shakes her head, grinning. You take a bite, your eyes widening. “This is fucking delicious.”

She laughs. “Thank you, darling, old family recipe.” Her smile softens as her eyes glaze over. “I reckon they would’ve loved you.” She gives you a small smile as you look up at her.

“I don’t have any family left. My mum and dad split when I was young and I went with my mum. Dad left, I haven’t seen him since I was 7. My mum died in a car crash when I was 11 so I got raised by my grandparents for the rest of my childhood. They’re both dead now, have been for about a decade.” She continues, your heart aching for her as her eyes tear up. You reach a hand over to her. “I’m so sorry, my childhood wasn’t much better so I can empathise with you on that one.” She squeezes your hand, encouraging you to go on, knowing you struggle with being open so have never had the chance to say this out loud. Taking a deep breath, you continue.

“I’ve never met my dad. Mum told him she was pregnant, he accused her of cheating and left. He came back only for a DNA test when I was born. Sure enough, I was his and he left again. I grew up with my mum and my nan. My nan started abusing me at the age of 3 up until I started attending Nevermore. Mum still doesn’t know about the abuse, I didn’t want her to worry about me and destroy her relationship with my nan even further. I got beaten with wooden planks, spatulas, anything hard enough to hurt. She would wrap cords around my neck as a punishment and even rip half my hair out by getting my hair caught up in a beater. I blamed all my injuries on accidents. Mum and I were always so close when I was a child, until I grew too much like her, stubborn and short-tempered. Both of us started lying to each other until it got out of control. I ended up in psych wards, attempting to take my life every other week. It broke us. Now, every single time I see her, we fight.”

Her thumb gently caresses the back of your hand, her soft skin touching yours relaxes you. “I have seen you knock a full-grown man, twice your size, out cold from a punch to the jaw, why didn’t you defend yourself from your nan?” She softly asks, recalling the time we had the self-defence unit and the coach told you to give it your all. A single chuckle escapes you. “I don’t hit family. They can hit me all they want, I know I can handle their punches. They’ll break under mine.” A small smile crosses your face as she stands up, pushing her now empty plate to the side as she pulls you into a hug. You gently wipe a falling tear from her cheek before relaxing into the hug as she rests her head on top of yours.

“I wish I was as strong as you darling, you’ve been through so much. You deserve the world.” She gently places her lips against the top of your head. Lifting your head, you look at her.

“Riss, you already are. After everything you’ve been through, while a different type of trauma from mine, it’s still trauma. You have survived so much and still have shown me nothing but compassion. Something I’ve never been able to do. You’re so fucking gorgeous, your smile always brings me joy, you have such a kind and protective heart, I could list a thousand more reasons as to why you make my life better. Riss, you are so strong and I wish you could see you how I do.” Tears form in her eyes again as you smile up at her.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” She whispers, scared that her voice will break if she tries to talk any louder. You’re taken aback at such a question. “How could I not? You’re stunning Riss.”

Her hand rises to your cheek, her face slowly leaning closer to yours. Your eyes dart down to her soft lips before you close the gap, gently placing your lips on hers. Electricity shoots through your veins the moment your lips touch, both of you have been waiting for this moment. Your hand reaches up, placing it on the back of her head as the kiss deepens. Your lips moving against each other, slow and tender turns to passionate and heated. Her other hand runs down your side as you wrap yours around her lower back, pulling her body closer to yours. Her lips fitting perfectly against yours, she moans into your mouth as you gently take her lower lip between your teeth.

Eventually, you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air as she rests her forehead against yours. “Believe me now?” A smirk pulls at your lips as she smiles, embarrassed. “I think so… I might need a little bit more convincing though.” Your eyes glint with desire as you brush your lips against hers.

“Riss, you are and will always be, the most beautiful woman I have ever met and if I have to spend the rest of my life proving it to you then so be it. You’ve shown me what compassion is, let me do the same.” She smiles, after always being in second place, it was nice to be someone’s first.

Larissa’s ringtone sounds from the next room. Giving you a quick kiss, she leaves your embrace. As she leaves the room, you pick up your plates, running the hot water in the sink. You can’t stop smiling, still half expecting to wake up and the kiss to be nothing more than a dream. Quickly washing the plates, you let the sink drain. You dry the plates and rummage through the cupboards till you find where they go. Placing them down, you shut the cupboard, turning around and using the bench to support you up. You run your thumb over your lip, giddily smiling.

“Darling?” Larissa’s voice brings you back to reality. “Hmm?” Your head tilted to face her, thumb still on your lip. “That was Marilyn, supposedly some of the younger students have broken into a brawl out by the archery fields. I need to go sort it out.” You nod, placing a kiss on her lips, your hand on her chest. “Go sort it, I’ll probably go see what everyone’s up to.”

“Stay out of trouble and don’t reopen your arm. Oh and…” Her thumb reaches out and wipes her lipstick off your face. “Can’t have other students seeing my lipstick on your face now, can we?” She gives you a wink as she leaves the room. Hearing the door close, you walk over to the closet, grabbing out your standard outfit. Picking up your phone, you call Enid. “Hey Y/N!” She answers almost immediately, and the sound of the others yelling their hellos at you fills the room. “Hey, where are you guys at? I’m bored.”

“Lakeside, guessing we’ll see you soon?” She says. You grab your coat and start walking out the door as you reply, “Yep, I’m leaving now.” Cheers come from the other end of the phone. “Alright see ya soon.” You say your goodbyes before ending the call, putting your phone into your pocket and pulling your jacket closer to your body.

The lake slowly comes into view as you stroll through the woods, guided by the sound of your friend’s laughter. Walking past the last grove of trees, you see everyone sitting in a circle. Enid, who is sitting in between Wednesday’s legs, calls out your name making everyone turn. “Hey guys,” you smile, taking a seat between Xavier and Eugene.

“Where were you yesterday? We came by Principal Weems’ office after school to see if you wanted to hang.” Ajax says, leaning up against a tree. You chuckle. “I was in surgery.”

A mixture of concerned “excuse me?”, “what the fuck?”, “Why?”, and “are you ok?” sound from your friends.

“I’m fine, guys. Just accidentally severed a vein running away from Ms Thornhill yesterday.” Ajax laughs at your comment. “She was so pissed, it was quite funny.”

“Shouldn’t you still be in the hospital if you severed a vein?” You give a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of my neck. “I may have self-discharged the moment I woke up.”

“Y/N! What the fuck?!” Wednesday exclaims.

“What?! Laris- Principal Weems was sleeping on the makeshift bed next to me. I felt bad having her stay in the hospital with all the beeping which I could barely manage myself. So when I woke up, I called the nurse and discharged myself.” You shrug as if it’s no big deal.

“You are one of a kind, I’ll give you that Pebalbs,” Xave says, shaking his head in disbelief. You grin. “Why thank you.”

“I’m not an expert on people but I don’t believe that was a compliment.” Eugene quips.

“My dearest Eugene, the secret to getting an insult, is turning it into a compliment.” You say with a grin.

“Do you guys wanna do something fun? I’m bored.” Ajax asks, slinging his arm over his knee.

“Yea I’m keen.” Enid quips.

“What were you thinking?” You turn your head to look at him, earning a shrug.

“I don’t know, I just want to do something fun.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Well, Larissa just got a call from Ms Thornhill before I called, some students broke out into a fight by the archery fields so both of them will be caught up for a while, what do you say we go to the botany class and have some fun? Ajax, do you have your nerf gun?” Grins spread across everyone’s faces as Ajax pulls up his pant leg, revealing the gun tucked into his shoe.

“Alright, let's go then,” Wednesday says, hands on Enid’s hips as she helps her stand. Xave stands up, offering you his hand. Taking it, you rise to your feet as everyone else follows you back to the school.

Walking through the corridors, you head up to the botany class. “Enid, you’re up.” You say as she brings her claws out. Slotting one into the keyhole she turns her hand until a click sounds. “Ah brilliant,” Ajax says, pulling out his gun as you open the door.

“Alright everyone, go wild.” You say with a grin, picking up a pot plant before dropping it on the ground with a loud smash. Everyone grins, spreading around the room as an echo of bangs and crashes sounds out. Ajax, re-enacting ridiculous movie scenes, rolling over the ground onto his knee, shooting at the plants. Wednesday is smearing the dirt from the pots over the tables while Enid clears Ms Thornhill's desk onto the floor. Xave is throwing pot plants at the walls as Eugene karate kicks the plants over. You walk up to the blackboard, picking up the chalk. A few minutes later ‘Ms Thornhill can suck my dick’ is written over the board in graffiti lettering.

Looking around the now ransacked room, you grin. “Alrighty guys, I think our work is done, let's go before anyone comes.” You say, cracking open the door and peering out before holding it open for everyone to walk through. “We should probably head back and get cleaned up. I don’t think we’d look very innocent walking around covered in dirt.” Eugene says. You look over the group, all of us with dirty hands and streaks on our faces.

“Probably a good idea, I will see y’all when I see you,” Xave says, shoving his hands in his pockets as he grins. You nod, “It was great fun. See you all when I see you.” Everyone says their goodbyes as you separate from the group, heading to Larissa’s room.

“Riss?” You peek your head into your room. No response, thank god. Quickly grabbing a towel, you dash into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Taking off your bandages, you examine the extent of your new injuries. Apart from a few more stitches, it looks the same as it did after the doctors originally fixed your wound. Undressing, you pull open the shower door and step inside. Taking a breath as the hot water flows down your body, you run your hands through your hair. Getting some shampoo, you rub it between your hands and lather it onto your head.

Stepping back under the shower, you rub your hands through your hair, washing the shampoo out. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a stream of shampoo water run down your eyelid. Running your hands under the water to clean them, you try to wipe the shampoo off your eyes.

“Fuck!” You scream as you open your eyes, the stinging of the shampoo was instant. “Are you ok baby?” You jump, not realising Larissa had gotten back. “Jesus fuck Riss, I didn’t realise you had gotten back! I’m fine, promise.” You reply. A faint chuckle is heard over the sound of the water. “I only just got back, I’ll let you have your shower.” Thank god, you chose to leave when you did. Grabbing the conditioner, you apply it to your hair.

Letting it sit, you grab your razor, shaving yourself clean. As you finish, you wash your conditioner out and turn off the shower. Stepping out, you quickly dry your hair with a towel before wrapping it around you. Chucking your clothes into the washing basket, you open up the door. Larissa looks up from her book, her eyes growing dark with desire as she sees you walking out in your towel.

“Fucking hell darling.” She mumbles as she marks her page in her book, getting up from the bed to walk over to you. Wrapping her arms around your body, she places a kiss on your lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to be back so early.” You say, giving her another kiss. “I was supposed to be back earlier, Marilyn already had most of it under control. Some students just reported hearing smashing noises from the botany classroom right as I was on my way back so I had to stop by there. The entire room’s been trashed.”

“Oh?” You say, hinting at her to continue.

“Most of her plants are destroyed, there’s dirt everywhere and a rather obscene message on the blackboard- ‘Ms Thornhill can suck my dick.’”

A grin spreads across your face. “I think I like whoever did it, clearly we share the same views on her.” She looks at me with an eyebrow raised. “Look, I know you and Marilyn don’t always see eye to eye but would you at least try to be civil with her and not trash her classroom?” She sighs, shaking her head in amusement.

“How’d you know it was me?” You sheepishly grin. She chuckles. “Let me think, you don’t like Ms Thornhill, I recognised your graffiti, whenever something happens it's always you, and the rather obvious fact that you’re having a shower in the middle of the day after supposedly hanging out with friends. Though I have to give it to you, it was a rather creative idea.”

You raise your hands in a surrender motion. “Aight you got me… I need to switch up my style don’t I?” She laughs. “Just a lil bit.” Leaning down, she brushes her lips against yours, sending an electric shock through your body. “I’ll let you get dressed.” She says, unwrapping her arms from around you, going back to her book. Opening your phone, you quickly type a message to your group chat.

You: Larissa knows I trashed Ms T’s room. Don’t think she suspects u tho so u should be off the hook.

Pressing send, you quickly put your sports bra on and a pair of black baggy pants. You flop back onto the bed next to Larissa with a dramatic sigh, earning a gorgeous smile from her.

“Fuck you look good with a belly button piercing.” She says, her eyes lingering on the jewellery in your midsection. You look down at the piercing that you had completely forgotten about. “Why thank you. I got it a couple of years ago in Jericho at the Harvest Festival.” You rest your head on her lap, letting out a yawn. Her hand reaches down and strokes through your hair as she smiles. “Well, it looks stunning on you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, a soft smile on your lips as the sun falls on your skin. Her hand still lazily playing with your hair, you let yourself doze off for a nap.

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A/N: I can’t believe I’ve made it 5 chapters without writing smut. I believe this is a new record so congrats to me.

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #forbidden romance #forbidden love #gwendoline christie #nevermore

[eldritch-spouse]

So this is 8 of em but uhhh yeah for you Pinnie wife.

Morel

Starter: a nice cuccumber salad

Main: rare cooked staked with mint and duchesse potatoes

Desert: hear me out, bacon chocolate chip cookies (sweet and salty are nice)

Grimbly, i feel like Grimbly would eat the most luxurious meal ever or this

Main: white slices of bread with strawberry on it with sugar

Desert: creme brûlee for some reason

Gallon

Starter: tomato soup... like a very rich tomato soup that will be delicious

Main: pig, pulled pig meat.... with a nice alcoholic drink (maybe on top of the meat to be put on fire as a lil show)

Desert: cheese cake, i don't know why but that is it! Or something with marshmallows.

Santi

Starter: strawberries covered in chocolate or cherries (to feed you 🤣)

Main: something light, creamy chicken parmesan (he feeds you that as well)

Desert: himself! C'mon darling, you filled your appetite with his help so it's only natural you help him out too now, right?

Vinnel

I am so sorry, this thing terrifies me and i love him but.... no food, no food even comes up! Just like.... vile gross food to peer your reaction (or peanuts for some reason, throws em at you.)

Nebul

Spicy food.....

for starter kimchi,

main tteoboki (also a lil chewy)

uhhh desert, probably a drink as well, some drink that peps you up.

Sybastian

No food (different reason) i feel like.... the only thing that comes up is Sybastian stealing and sneaking all sort of snacks and just.... spitting them out for you

Patches

Baby boy will prepare all the food, have a nicely set table for the two of you alone, until you get interrupted. Fruit salad at first,

makes a mac and cheese!

As desert some pieces of apple with pisang ambon!

Oh my God you crazy bastard (affectionate), you actually went through with it!

I honestly agree with plenty of these, but unfortunately, I will now proceed to choke you over the screen for uttering the words "bacon chocolate chip cookies".

The shiver that spread through my body was so viscerally horrendous that I must hold you accountable now.

#Morell oc #Vinnel oc #Gallon oc #Nebul oc #Grimbly oc #Santi oc #Patches oc #Sybastian oc #fandomsfanman

[thatpunnyperson]

Since the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival is coming up this friday September 29th in the northern hemisphere, I tasked myself with making many mooncakes, and they all came out differently than any mooncakes of mine have ever come out.

So if anyone has any recipes they like, or filling ideas, or stories about mooncake making or eating, comment or reply it write in the tags

I'm including pictures of this years mooncake baking adventures under the cut

Along with my usual recipe that I've made 2 years previously, I made a second recipe that has slightly different ratios:

The lump on the left is the new recipe, while the lump on the right is the normal recipe, which is especially wild because both recipes make roughly the same volume of filling and intend to use every bit of dough for every bit of filling. So, the ratios are wildly different.

Mooncake dough is also only 4 ingredients, like any pastry: flour, fat, sugar, salt. For mooncakes, the flour is typically low-gluten flour like cake flour or glutinous rice flour (which actually has zero gluten, but it's very starchy and mimics gluten), the fat is a neutral-flavored oil like canola or peanut oil, the sugar is ~golden syrup~ which is an invert sugar like corn syrup or (to some degree) honey, and the salt is actually created through adding something called "kansui" (pronounced sort of like "can" like a can of soup, and "shway" like you're saying the word "sway" with an "sh" at the beginning instead of just the "s") or alkaline lye water. The golden syrup is acidic because of the inversion of the sugars, so the basic kansui neutralizes the acid and creates a salt. You can also add extra salt if the dough isn't the proper saltiness, but you dont have to.

My 3 fillings were very non-traditional because I've been making the same honey pistachio filling for years and wanted to try something different:

Image 1: pistachio, honey, and rose

Image 2: coconut, honey, and date

Image 3: dried apricots in apricot preserves

I had tried to make filling that would be sturdy enough to hold up the pastry, because in previous years, the pistachio filling (without rosewater) did a decent job but always created kind of fat bottoms as the pastry heated and sagged. So I was like, "I'm sure I can just add rosewater to the pistachio mix, and I'm sure medjool date balls wrapped in coconut with honey would work well, and I'm sure the dried apricots would absorb the extra apricot preserves moisture, and these should all work."

Turns out the 2 different doughs didnt actually make too much difference, because the fillings were kind of a disaster lol. A delicious disaster, but still a disaster:

The coconut honey date ones are on the far left, the pistachio rose ones are in the middle with floral muffin wrappers, and the apricot ones are on the far right in a random assortment of solid colored and floral muffin wrappers.

The coconut honey date ones had the most difficult filling to wrap because the coconut somehow got incredibly wet, though I am unsure from where the moisture came. The coconut mixture was literally sweetened shredded coconut, canola oil, and honey, and something happened to make the sugar syrup in the coconut itself come out. It was very weird and made nestling the little ball of date deliciousness in the center very difficult. But then they baked up perfectly??? And taste great, which is unsurprising since dates dipped in honey and rolled in coconut is a classic egyptian snack/dessert.

The pistachio ones were the ones in which I was most confident, and yet they started to collapse halfway through baking, so I evacuated them from the flat baking sheet and into a muffin tin for the remainder of their baking. However, this resulted in them kind of collapsing in the middle because the diameter of their spread-out bottoms was the diameter of the TOP of the muffin tin wells, so they kind continued spreading into the open space under them and thus collapsed. But they taste amazing, so I'm not complaining.

The apricot ones were clearly going to be a problem from the moment I scooped the filling into the first pastry disc to make the first apricot mooncake. Way too runny, no amount of cornstarch would help me. I hoped for the best and made 3 mooncakes and put them on a baking sheet, but a minute into baking revealed that they would not be able to actually hold themselves up. So again, I evacuated them into a muffin tin and then made the remaining apricot mooncakes in the muffin tin from the start. They ended up browning way differently and the material between the mooncake walls and the hot oven air definitely made the mooncakes cook slower. However, since the fillings are precooked, I simply had to cook the mooncakes enough for the pastry outside to cook, and then I could take them out of the oven. And they taste pretty dang good, if I do say so myself, but I am also a slut for apricots and am clearly biased.

So that is my Mid-Autumn Moon Festival Mooncake Adventure 2023. I will be troubleshooting all 3 of these fillings, and also trying new fillings around the december holidays because marzipan/almond paste would make an excellent filling, as would some weird gingerbread filling. Or pumpkin pie? So many options, so many mooncake possibilities.

#punny makes mooncakes #mid-autumn moon festival mooncake adventure 2023

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Sweet Suite

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

A suite... sure... try the fanciest suite in town.

"Are you kidding me?" I ask as we go in.

There's a kitchen, and entire living room with huge double doors looking over the water, a balcony, and of course an amazing bedroom and bathroom.

"There wasn't much available, Emmett."

I'm not sure whether he means he wanted a nicer place or one a little bit more normal and I'm afraid to ask.

Instead I go out onto the balcony and that's when I lose my damn mind.

'Seriously? How? Huh?'

Is that a jacuzzi?

I walk out onto the deck because it's too damn big to be a balcony even if we are on the top floor and look at the view.

Only random vowels come out of my mouth so I give up and plop onto the lounge chair.

"I'll sleep out here, you can have the rest of the room."

I tell Finnegan when he sits in the chair next to me.

"Nope, not happening but we can lay out here all afternoon if you really want to."

"I want. Very much."

A nap is calling my name but I'm also starving.

"Need some food first."

"I'll get the menu."

Hot damn, we don't even have to leave this room.

Honestly, I don't feel the need to but I will take Finnegan to the beach if he wants to go.

Maybe we'll go out for dinner afterwards.

Whatever he wants, I'm really here for the ride.

This is what he wanted and needs and I'm gonna let him lead.

"I want a cheese plate and their house salad, please."

He holds the menu out to me and I take it but I only understand about three quarters of the words.

'What's an aoili? A tapenade?'

Well, it's hard to ruin crab cakes so I'm gonna order them anyway.

He's inside unpacking when I finish the call.

"Twenty minutes, darling."

"Great, thank you."

He looks a little bit lost or overwhelmed and I am too but I'm sure it's for different reasons.

He decides to try out the bed and lies down.

"Oh nice, this will do."

"Want a nap? You can get one after you eat and then we can do whatever you want."

"That sounds really good but I think I'll make some coffee instead. I don't want to sleep the weekend away."

Coffee it is.

There's a fancy Keurig type machine here so two cups of coffee is easy.

I pour mine over ice and sip it until lunch arrives.

Apparently those fancy things are a sauce and some sort of spread.

I'm not sure which is which but they're both delicious on my crab cakes.

Finnegan has been quiet but I'm not pushing the conversation because he may just need time to decompress.

I really don't know what's best at this point.

"I know you want to chill on the deck but can we go to the beach later? At least for a walk?"

"Of course darling, we can go now. We can swim, build a castle, whatever."

"But the deck?"

"It'll be here when we get back." 

Might be a good way to spend an hour or two after dinner.

"Thanks Emmett. I appreciate you coming with me, especially last minute. Work is just... Well I don't want to think about it until Monday. I feel like everything is going wrong since we left here two weeks ago and maybe part of me thinks it'll be better now that we're back."

I've felt that way too but he had a much harder time with the burglary than I did and I don't want to imagine what's going on at work.

I tell myself that it can't be too bad or he wouldn't be able get away.

I have no doubt he's busy but nothing is on fire and that's probably as good as it'll get for a while longer.

"I'm going to change."

That's when I realize that I didn't answer him.

"Finnegan? Sorry, I was in dream land. Things back in Baltimore will get better but I understand what you mean, this is a safe space for you and heck, for me too a little bit and I'm glad we're back."

I give him a minute but I need to change too and it's nothing I haven't seen before.

He's standing in front of the dresser holding his rainbow trunks in one hand and his sharks in the other.

I hate that I feel so awkward.

Am I allowed to say anything?

To help him decide?

He tosses the sharks down, then picks them back up again.

"I'm being ridiculous. This is not an important decision."

He puts them both on top of the dresser, spins them around and mixes them up and then picks one.

Ah, his eyes are closed.

He's so funny.

"Rainbow it is."

"Never a bad choice in Rehoboth."

We have matching red trunks that we bought last time and I put mine on. 

They're a bit shorter than I would usually choose but Finnegan had been fairly insistent.

"Damn, those are nice on you, Emmett."

"Thanks. I'm glad you approve. We need to get you some sunscreen. I brought the sand toys, should we bring them?"

"You did?"

"Of course. Is that a 'yes'?" 

Finally, a smile.

A quick nod and then he's off, dashing into the living room.

It's taking him longer than I expected but I'm pretty sure that 'Little Finn's going to make an appearance. 

Maybe we can have a lesson tonight, it's been awhile. 

Damn, that sounds really good. 

Really really good. 

I think I need to be in 'Dom-mode' as much as he needs to be 'Little Finn'.

God I'm turned on, maybe he'll be willing to get off before we head out. 

I want to tell him to come suck my cock but we're not there right now. 

I also don't want to ask because treating him like Finnegan is gonna hold him back. 

I take a deep breath and blow it slowly out of my mouth. 

Watching him prance around in just shorts all afternoon is going to kill me... Kill.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah darling?"

"You okay?"

Him noticing sort of jolts me out of my head and I walk over and grab my backpack. 

"Of course. You ready?"

"Yeah."

He takes my hand as soon as we're in the hallway and I give his a squeeze. 

"We have to buy some sunscreen first and then we'll hit the beach, okay?"

"I know, stupid sun. Can we hurry?"

"It won't take long, I'm sure the hotel gift shop has some." 

As fancy as this place is, we could probably request someone spritz us. 

"Okay."

It's going to be okay. 

This is just what we needed.

[sawyerquinnbrown]

The Reluctant Traveler

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I am on a trip. I am on a trip to see people who I want to see but who unfortunately live far away from me. We must suffer for what (and who) we love, which means that I am on a multi-state travel adventure that began yesterday. And I am not going to be grouchy about the travel.

I woke up at 8am yesterday, which to a normal person seems like a lovely time at which to wake, but if you’re funemployed and your sleep schedule is borked, it is a #struggle. I awoke at that time so I could take public transit to the airport, but when my alarm went off I pulled up the app on my phone and adjusted it to wake me up half an hour later, figuring I’d Lyft it to O’Hare.

No, get up and take the train, you big baby.

So I took the train. It took about 45 minutes longer than it was supposed to, which was fine, as my flight was delayed.

As I was going through the airport to find my gate, I spotted the Garrett Popcorn stand, and I said to myself, No, Sawyer, you will be spending too much money on this trip as it is, and I made it about ten feet past the kiosk before looping around to get some goddamned popcorn.

Okay, tangent: the first time I tried Garrett Popcorn was on a trip to Boston in preparation for my top surgery. When I tore into the caramel pecan deliciousness within the bag, I suddenly could not stop eating the best popcorn I’d ever eaten. There was so much of it and it was so good, I wanted to tell everyone. I offered some to the people around me in the airport, and when I arrived, all of the friends I saw. I had to spread the word: holy shit this popcorn. Can you believe?

I again got my beloved popcorn and had an uneventful flight to NYC. Navigating the MTA to get to my hotel was similarly uneventful, unless you count me huffing and puffing to carry my enormous suitcase up a thousand stairs. (New York: why so many stairs? Do you like punishing people with large bags?) Finally I arrived to my hotel in Chinatown.

Let me tell you about the hotel. The things the hotel room does not have: a mini-fridge, a hair dryer, a coffee maker, comforters on the beds, a second nightstand by the other bed for my sister who’s traveling from Massachusetts. (I took the bed with the nightstand. Elder sibling’s prerogative.) One thing the hotel does have, though, is a sign on the inside of the hotel room door explaining that the hotel is not liable for any stolen objects and we are welcome to purchase padlocks at the front desk for $5.

This hotel is a budget hotel. I would say budget-friendly but considering that I paid $500 plus a $100 security deposit for one of the cheapest hotels I could find, I’d say that almost every hotel is fairly budget-hostile. But, if I may address the hotel: Hotel, if you think someone is going to steal my stuff, the padlocks should be complimentary.

Before meeting up with my Brooklyn-dwelling sister and her boyfriend to see an improv comedy show, I needed to obtain dinner. I also informed my sister, via text, that my hair was going to be a mess and everyone would just have to deal with that, to which she replied, I cannot understate my level of concern!

So dinner. I figure, I’m in Chinatown, I should get some Chinese food. I found a place nearby with promising pictures of food in the windows and headed inside, where I found out no one spoke more than a few words of English. We managed to communicate enough to get across that I was there for dinner, and that I would like some duck. I figured, I have eaten duck before, I have had duck at Chinese restaurants before, I know I will enjoy duck.

I did not enjoy this duck.

Feeling shamefully white, I ate a few bites of the astonishingly red vegetables and duck parts (I’m not sure which parts they were; everything was just shapes in red sauce. There was bone involved, though), then paid and left, leaving a good tip. From there, I went to a diner near the improv show’s venue and ordered a basic bitch turkey club with french fries.

You don’t have to say anything, I’m already embarrassed, okay?

Tonight I will see my sister perform as Inga in Young Frankenstein, though, and for that alone it was worth the 7 1/2-hour journey from my front door to the hotel! See you next week, when I will still not be at home and may have more travel adventures to recount!

This post is not sponsored by Garrett Popcorn. But you should have some anyway, it’s really good, and you have to believe me because no one is paying me to say it.

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[theguarding-dark]

The Reluctant Traveler

Here's a post from my personal blog.

I am on a trip. I am on a trip to see people who I want to see but who unfortunately live far away from me. We must suffer for what (and who) we love, which means that I am on a multi-state travel adventure that began yesterday. And I am not going to be grouchy about the travel.

I woke up at 8am yesterday, which to a normal person seems like a lovely time at which to wake, but if you’re funemployed and your sleep schedule is borked, it is a #struggle. I awoke at that time so I could take public transit to the airport, but when my alarm went off I pulled up the app on my phone and adjusted it to wake me up half an hour later, figuring I’d Lyft it to O’Hare.

No, get up and take the train, you big baby.

So I took the train. It took about 45 minutes longer than it was supposed to, which was fine, as my flight was delayed.

As I was going through the airport to find my gate, I spotted the Garrett Popcorn stand, and I said to myself, No, Sawyer, you will be spending too much money on this trip as it is, and I made it about ten feet past the kiosk before looping around to get some goddamned popcorn.

Okay, tangent: the first time I tried Garrett Popcorn was on a trip to Boston in preparation for my top surgery. When I tore into the caramel pecan deliciousness within the bag, I suddenly could not stop eating the best popcorn I’d ever eaten. There was so much of it and it was so good, I wanted to tell everyone. I offered some to the people around me in the airport, and when I arrived, all of the friends I saw. I had to spread the word: holy shit this popcorn. Can you believe?

I again got my beloved popcorn and had an uneventful flight to NYC. Navigating the MTA to get to my hotel was similarly uneventful, unless you count me huffing and puffing to carry my enormous suitcase up a thousand stairs. (New York: why so many stairs? Do you like punishing people with large bags?) Finally I arrived to my hotel in Chinatown.

Let me tell you about the hotel. The things the hotel room does not have: a mini-fridge, a hair dryer, a coffee maker, comforters on the beds, a second nightstand by the other bed for my sister who’s traveling from Massachusetts. (I took the bed with the nightstand. Elder sibling’s prerogative.) One thing the hotel does have, though, is a sign on the inside of the hotel room door explaining that the hotel is not liable for any stolen objects and we are welcome to purchase padlocks at the front desk for $5.

This hotel is a budget hotel. I would say budget-friendly but considering that I paid $500 plus a $100 security deposit for one of the cheapest hotels I could find, I’d say that almost every hotel is fairly budget-hostile. But, if I may address the hotel: Hotel, if you think someone is going to steal my stuff, the padlocks should be complimentary.

Before meeting up with my Brooklyn-dwelling sister and her boyfriend to see an improv comedy show, I needed to obtain dinner. I also informed my sister, via text, that my hair was going to be a mess and everyone would just have to deal with that, to which she replied, I cannot understate my level of concern!

So dinner. I figure, I’m in Chinatown, I should get some Chinese food. I found a place nearby with promising pictures of food in the windows and headed inside, where I found out no one spoke more than a few words of English. We managed to communicate enough to get across that I was there for dinner, and that I would like some duck. I figured, I have eaten duck before, I have had duck at Chinese restaurants before, I know I will enjoy duck.

I did not enjoy this duck.

Feeling shamefully white, I ate a few bites of the astonishingly red vegetables and duck parts (I’m not sure which parts they were; everything was just shapes in red sauce. There was bone involved, though), then paid and left, leaving a good tip. From there, I went to a diner near the improv show’s venue and ordered a basic bitch turkey club with french fries.

You don’t have to say anything, I’m already embarrassed, okay?

Tonight I will see my sister perform as Inga in Young Frankenstein, though, and for that alone it was worth the 7 1/2-hour journey from my front door to the hotel! See you next week, when I will still not be at home and may have more travel adventures to recount!

This post is not sponsored by Garrett Popcorn. But you should have some anyway, it’s really good, and you have to believe me because no one is paying me to say it.

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[f1nalboys]

I am BEGGING for an AFAb!reader x Sidney x Tatum Smut. Yours are top tier, B!

creaming i mean creaming i mean- hehehe ily anon!!!! it means a lot that you think that :,) this is a continuation of my other sid x reader x tatum fic i did!!!!

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Sidney Prescott x Fem!AFAB!Reader x Tatum Riley

WORD COUNT: 939

WARNINGS: nsfw, threesome, oral (afab receiving), doggy style, dirty talk, slight degradation, slight praising, this is actually kind of tame/, implication of future sex lolz, sid calls her strap her cock, not proofread!

“You ready to live out another one of your perverted little fantasies?”

Sidney’s words send a shiver down your spine and you swallow hard, answering with a wiggle of your hips. You were on your knees, sitting up with your elbows and Tatum was in front of you, legs spread, breathing hard. Her mouth was covered in your juices and she licked her lips with a smile. “Well? Are you, Y/N?”

“So ready. Been dreaming about this for so fuckin’ long - Shit!” Your arms give out on you as Sidney swipes the head of the strap through your soaked folds, bumping against your clit. You were still sensitive and the sudden shock of pleasure had your legs shaking. Both Sidney and Tatum laugh at you and you can feel your face burning hot in both embarrassment and pleasure.

“Why don’t you start putting that pretty mouth to work before I fuck you,” Sidney coos, running her hand down your back, goosebumps raising in its wake. With a shaky nod you lean in, breathing in Tatum’s scent before licking a slow stripe up her slit. She tasted sweet on your tongue and you were captivated by the way her head tilted back against the pillows.

Another lick, more confident, and you bite back the urge to plunge your tongue inside her. You wanted her to fall apart over and over again, have her fingers tangled in your hair forcing your head down against her cunt until you couldn’t breathe anymore. Sidney’s hand cups your heat and you moan, bucking your hips against her palm. Tatum grabs the back of your head and pushes you in close, gasping at the feel of your nose bumping against her clit.

Sidney’s slender fingers move through your folds, spreading your arousal over your clit before slowly pushing two of them inside you. “So tight for me, fuck, Y/N,” She groans, the pump of her hand slow and shallow. You can’t respond; you were tongue fucking Tatum now and, even when she let go of your head in favor of gripping the bedsheets, you weren’t planning on pulling back any time soon.

You had dreamt and thought about this moment dozens if not hundreds of times before, your own fingers inside you the way Sidney’s were currently, imagining how sweet they both would taste, how fucking hot the moans they’d let out would sound. And here you were, on your knees, buried in Tatum's cunt with Sidney stretching you with her fingers. It was better than you had ever imagined.

“Fuck, you’re tongue! Shit, baby, god. Please use your fingers, god, m’so close, wanna cum so bad,” Tatum whines, back arching slightly when you slip a finger inside her. “Harder, fuck! Fuck, you’re amazing, oh my fucking god-” You add another finger, tongue swirling around her clit quickly, scissoring your fingers inside her. She cums, letting out a choked moan.

Just as your movements begin to slow, Sidney thrusts inside you without warning, the strap stretching you deliciously. “Oh fuck! Fuck, Sid, shit!” You try your hardest to keep your fingers moving inside Tatum, her body jolting with each pump, but Sidney was fucking you at an animalistic pace and your brain was growing foggy. All you could focus on was the building pleasure in your gut, the sound of skin on skin, the feel of her fingers digging into your hips as she forced you to take more of her.

“Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” She pants, unable to take her eyes off of your cunt, watching her strap disappear inside you. “Isn’t she Tate? Fucking beautiful like this, eating you out, getting fucked. God, why didn’t we invite you over sooner?” She reaches around you and begins to play with your clit, the pit in your stomach growing with each circle. “You’re gonna cum, alright? Be a good little whore for us and cum on my cock, alright baby?”

When you cum you do so with a cry, your legs shaking and eyes squeezed shut. Your senses were flooding with pleasure and you were fucking overwhelmed in the best way possible; you never wanted to stop feeling her fuck you, never wanted to stop hearing her call you a good girl the way she was right now.

Sidney pulls out of you and you collapse onto the bed, gasping for air, and she can’t help but grin. Tatum was watching Sidney with a smile and motions for her to sit beside her on the bed. “We really should’ve had you over months ago, y’know that?” Tatum asks, running her hand through your hair and you laugh. Your eyes are closed and you open them when you feel the bed beside you dip.

“How’re you feeling? Didn't hurt you, did I?”

“I feel so good,” You hum, staring up at Sidney. She had taken her strap off and was sitting down beside Tatum, looking at you with her eyebrows etched together in worry. “You felt great. You both did, I mean… shit, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

Tatum laughs, throwing an arm around Sidney. “Y’hear that? We fucked her silly!”

“Technically I fucked her silly, Tate,” Sidney says, kissing her on the cheek. Perring back down at you she runs her fingers down your cheek, smiling. “M’glad you had fun. So… you wanna come over next weekend too?”

“Definitely. Did you two get that movie to try and ‘woo’ me?” You tease, sitting up onto your elbows. Tatum flushes red and shrugs; she did. “You’re lucky it worked. Now c’mon, I wanna watch an actual movie.”

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[dracowars]

This is my first request kinda nervous 🥴anyways can u do a y/n gets a migraine and Draco takes care of her and can it be fluffy ? Or do whatever u want 😄

let me take care of you | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where y/n suffers from a migraine

a/n: thank you for requesting! <3

warnings: migraine, mentions of taking medicine

universe: harry potter

“Good morning, darling“, Draco’s voice trills happily through the dark room, lit only by a faint light from the hallway after Draco has entered, brining you back from the land of dreams to reality. “It is time to get up!”

Grumbling, you snuggle even more into the thick blanket of your shared bed so that only the top part of your head is sticking out, allowing you to breathe. Last night, you already had the feeling that something was wrong, that somehow your body did not feel like a part of you. And this morning you quickly realize that your gut feeling was not deceiving you and you woke up with the worst migraine ever.

With a sweeping flick of his wand, Draco floods the room with light, magically opening the curtains, only causing another grumble to escape your throat. Anytime you have these kinds of terrible headaches, you are extremely sensitive to sounds and, especially, light. But right now, your body is still too weak and drained from sleep to manage to say anything.

You feel the warm duvet covering your body lift as Draco slips beneath and snuggles up against you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head while his hands cup your waist tightly, supposedly trying to give you a comforting feeling. On any other day, you would enjoy being woken up by him like this, but not today. Not when that throbbing pain is about to make your head burst.

“I am already making breakfast for us”, he softly murmurs before placing several kisses on your cheek. You, on the other hand, frown and move your head away from him in order to avoid him.

“I am sorry, but I am not feeling well..”, you whisper, your voice still hoarse from sleep and too weak to be any louder. It is hard to miss the concern that suddenly crosses Draco’s face.

“What is it? What is wrong?”

“My head is about to explode”, you pout ruefully and turn to him with your eyes closed. Without even having to say another word, the room darkens completely all of a sudden. Draco knows that you often suffer from migraines and therefore also known what to do and what not to do when you are not feeling well.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I will bring you your breakfast so you can eat something in bed if you feel like it”, Draco reassures you immediately, snuggling even closer without constricting you too much. “The medicine should be downstairs. Stay in bed and rest all day, okay?”

You nod in agreement with what he is saying, your head already hurting less from the darkness that now reigns in the room. You try to give him a small genuine smile, which he is happy to return before getting up, but not before kissing you on the forehead first.

A little later he comes back with a glass of water and the much-needed medicine, as well as a small tray on which said breakfast is nicely arranged and sending off a delicious scent. Thanking him with a short kiss, you swallow the pill and ignore the good-looking breakfast for the time being. Right now, you do not really feel like eating.

“Tell me if you need anything else, alright?”, Draco offers as he wraps his hand around yours tightly, still looking at you with concern in his eyes. In response, you spread your arms to invite him into another hug and cuddle session, which he gladly accepts and joins you in bed again.

With Draco by your side, you soon feel much better.

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[crossroadsandloudmusic]

Ok literally did not except y’all to like the Uzui fic as much as y’all did. Tbh it made my day and I just wanted to say thank for all the likes and comments it really has helped feel a bit more confident about my writing. Therefore I made a part two to my first Uzui fic and I will warn you it is a lot more sexually explicit than the first so be prepared. If you have any writing tips, suggestions, or request I am open to all, in fact immediately after posting this I will be writing MY FIRST REQUEST FIC AND ITS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL IDEA I CANT WAIT TO SHARE IT WITH YALL!!!!

This is for y’all!! Please enjoy🙏 @ra-dawg13 @mamanaga

warnings: smut, nsfw, sexually explicit, graphic content, sex, dirty talk, (etc.)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Whew, that was a wonderful workout! Wasn’t it boys?” You called as you stretched your sore muscles. Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu had underestimated the intensity of your training regime, they now laid and sat in the dirt trying to catch their breath. You’ll have to admit it was a terribly hard session you all had just had, it even had you a little winded. That morning just before dawn, you woke the three up and you all began with stretching, then to weights. Three solid steel railroad tracks were to be pressed, carried, and crunched for hours on end, at noon the tracks were to be stacked on top of one another and then held above your head for another hour. Then it was on to sword training, which lasted till well into the afternoon. After swords it was breathing techniques, and then to top it all off a fifthteen mile run with a three mile cool down. Ran with a 100 pound sandbag vest of your design.

Smiling at how well the boys were coming along, you walked over to their exhausted bodies.

“Don’t forget to stretch or else your muscles will get tight and tear.” You said softly as you undid the straps holding the sandbags together. Now relieved of the heavy weight they began to stand and started stretch as well.

“What should we do now (L/n)san?” Tanjiro asked, visibly exhausted. Zenitsu and Inosuke hadn’t said a word, only stood and stretched alongside him. You could tell the workout had taken a lot of mental strength as well as physical.

“Well...I was thinking...maybe some flexibility training!” You said enthusiastically.

Zenitsu and Inosuke both looked at you with hollow eyes; dread spread across their faces.

“But since you boys did such a good job today and hung in there even when it got tough, I’ll let y’all have the evening off! You deserve it!” You said as you smiled cheerfully. Instantly a sigh or relief came from all three, you couldn’t really blame them though, your flexibility training was almost torture. Chair splits, flat splits, back bends, anything you could think you did but more intense. Although it was painful and difficult it helped your performance in battle, therefore it was necessary.

You stood from your stretching and wiped a sweat soaked lock of hair off your forehead.

“I’m going to the spring to take a bath, and when I get back I’ll cook something for us to eat, ok?” You said as you turned to walk back to the house. A weak yay came from Inosuke as he continued to stretch. Tanjiro and Zenitsu only looked and nodded. You laughed quietly, they’d be asleep before you even made it to the spring.

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Once in your room you changed out your perspiration covered uniform into something a bit more comfortable. A soft bright orange yukata now covered your body, you could feel yourself becoming more relaxed. The robe had been a gift from Kyojuro, an old one he had but didn’t use anymore so he gave it to you as you didn’t have one. He had laughed heartily as you had thrown it on in that instant and did your best impression of him.

“I AM THE FLAME HASHIRA, I VOW TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT AND BE EXTREMELY LOUD! DELICIOUS!!!!” You yelled in your best Kyojuro voice, this caused the most joyful laugh you had ever heard. He laughed for a good five minutes before patting you on the back and said that the robe looks good on you. It had been a tender moment between you, he was the older brother you never got to have and you were thankful for that. This had also triggered another memory, one of Tengen. Since you and Kyojuro had gotten closer, Tengen had become ornery. More hot tempered than usual, being short with you, giving off handed comments or blatantly ignoring you. So one day after his attitude had been exceptionally disgusting you decided to confront him,

“Tengen.” You said as you approached him. He was sharpening his blades and hadn’t even looked at you.

“Tengen!” You said again as he ignored you the first time.

“Tengen! What in the world is the matter with you?!” You said sharply, he still had not even looked up.

“You have either ignored or been flat out rude to me. What is your deal?” You hissed.

He stood up, setting his swords on the ground.

“You know exactly what’s wrong with me.” He growled.

Before you could protest he pushed you against the tree, one hand on your chin the other gripping the bark above your head.

“Don’t think I’m stupid (f/n). I’ve seen the way you have been acting around Rengoku. The way you look at him, the way you follow him around like a lost puppy. Accepting gifts from him, wearing his old clothes. It’s insulting.” He spit.

You hadn’t realized that this was what had been making him so upset, but this was no reason for him to act so repulsively towards you. You ripped his hand from your face.

“Tengen, you get jealous so easily. If you had only asked, you would have realized that me and Kyojuro are just friends. I’m allowed to have friends, you know.” You huffed as you went along your way, you weren’t going to give into his little temper tantrum today.

Soon after he came personally to apologize which you had accepted and as it seemed from that point the two of you friendship had rekindled.

To be honest you were not really sure what to call yours and his relationship. You had been awfully close there for a while but nothing romantic had happened except for the occasional marriage proposal. You had always chalked it up to it being a joke, but since the other night things had seemed a bit different. Before you two had mindlessly flirted with the other, again you had thought it was just his personality.

But the other night he seemed gravely serious. The way he spoke to you with such a matter-of-fact tone, the way he gripped and groped your body. The way his body reacted against yours.

You hadn’t given it much thought but now you feared you had made a mistake. Had you accidentally led him on? No, because you wanted it to. You thought of Tengen when you imagined having your first time, your first everything had always been with Tengen. Whenever these thoughts came to you, they filled your body with electricity. A deep warmth pooled between your legs as your fantasies ran wild.

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You stepped out into the soft orange glow of the evening sun, with a towel in hand. You stepped cautiously on the foot stones leading to the warm spring on the backside of your estate. It was a game you subconsciously played every time you went, if you slipped off a stone you lost. Arms out on either side you jumped from stone to the other never losing your balance. The closer you got the warm the stones became, the spring was heaven on earth.

Before slipping off your robe and stepping inside you took a quick look around. Although you hadn’t heard anything you had the unshakable feeling of being watched. Scanning the scenery you saw nothing out of the ordinary but your eyes fixed on a place deep in the woods. You stood and watched for a moment waiting for something to move but nothing did. You then proceeded to remove your robe and step into the steaming spring.

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Back at the house, boys now sat and groaned in their shared room.

“My legs are killing me, I don’t think I can stand even if I tried,” said Zenitsu as he rubbed his thighs.

“She’s ruthless, what do you think she will make us do tomorrow, Tanjiro?” Now questioned, Zenitsu.

Before Tanjiro could answer, there was a knock on the door. Tanjiro stood, walked to the door, and slid it open.

Standing there in the doorway was Tengen. Both looked equally surprised to see the other.

“What are you doing here!? Where’s (y/n) I need to speak with her!” Demand Uzui.

Tanjiro dumbfounded stammered,

“You can’t!”

“I can’t, what?” Questioned Uzui.

“You can’t speak with right now, she’s busy!”

Tengen leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh yeah, what is she busy doing right now?” Tengen questioned with a look of interest on his face.

“She’s bathing, she will be back in a little while.” Tanjiro said bluntly.

“Perfect timing, I’ll go find her now.” Said Tengen before he stepped off the porch and vanished from sight.

Tanjiro yelled after and ran outside to see which direction he had gone. Running back inside and snatching the paper door open to their room he yelled,

“THAT PERVERT!” Both Zenitsu and Inosuke looked at Tanjiro confused.

“What are you talking about, Tanjiro? Who was at the door?”

“Uzui came looking for (y/n), and when I told him she was bathing he went looking for her!” Screamed Tanjiro.

A deadly serious look came over Zenitsu, arches of electricity began to pop a sizzle around his body.

“You mean to tell me...you told him…SHE WAS BATHING! OF COURSE HE WAS GOING TO GO FIND HER, HE'S A PERVERT, A DOG. A SICK FREAK! AND YOU JUST TOLD HIM WHERE SHE WAS! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!!” Shrieked Zenitsu.

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The warm water had done miracles to your aching body, you hadn’t felt this relaxed in quite a long time. It was magical you thought to yourself as you tilted your head back.

“This is a good look on you, (y/n). I wish I got to see this more often.” An undeniable voice said from in front of you.

Immediately you drew your knees to your chest and your arms to cover the rest of your body. You had no idea how long Tengen had been standing there, how long he had been staring at your naked body.

“Don’t cover up now. I was really enjoying the view,” cooed Tengen.

“What is wrong with you? How long have you been watching me?” You asked, astonished.

“Not too long, in fact I just got here. Tanjiro told me you were bathing so I figured I’d come join you, I need a good soak myself.” He said as he started to shred his clothing.

Shocked by the situation and a little bit of curiosity you watched Tengen as he took off his shirt revealing rippling muscles. Then his shoes, socks, head piece, till he was finally down to his pants.

He looked down at you staring at him, he smiled and chuckled a bit as he stood to face you completely. Without taking his eyes off you, he undid his belt and buttons. Then he dropped all that was left, he gave you a moment to admire his size before stepping into the water.

“You like what you see?” His words brought you out of your thoughts, as much as you wanted to you couldn’t look away.

“Go on, don’t be shy, tell me what you think.” He flexed his muscles and watched you scramble for your words. His member was already getting hard twitching for some relief. He took it in one hand and gave it a couple strokes before releasing it. It was huge, thick veins grew up the sides all the way to the pink tip.

“You’re...so...big.” Was all you could stammer out. Tengen laughed and thanked you as he too sunk into the warm water.

With his size, water spilled over the sides and into the fresh grass, his chest above the water’s surface.

“I see why you do this so much (y/n). I’m relaxed already.”

Still you said not a word, too shy to speak now that both of you are naked and only feet apart.

“Where is your confidence you had the other night, you had no problem teasing me then? Why stop now.” You blushed deeply. As you watched him lean back, his hand once again wrapped around his dick. He pumped slowly and sensually, he watched you the whole time. As he continued his breathing picked up, he moaned lewdly.

You were nervous but more than that you were turned on, you could feel your body heat rising the more he moaned and sighed. Slowly you opened your legs to give him a better view.

When he saw what you were doing he stopped.

“Come here, I want you to help.” He demanded. Obediently you went and got closer to him. That was not enough for Tengen, he wanted you much closer. He grabbed your wrist with one hand and your waist with the other, and sat you on his left leg. He bent down close to your neck and whispered,

“I’m tired of your teasing, (y/n). Just give me a little release and I’ll give that and so much more.” His voice melted you and made you even hotter. Much to his approval your fingers wrapped around his thick member and you began sliding up and down. Instantly his head went back, guttural moans escaped his lips.

“Just like that, keep going,” he praised as you squeezed him and started stroking faster.

His breathing was heavier now, he bucked his hips into your hand as you continued.

His hand now slipped between your legs, softly he raked his fingertips across your opening. Still focused on him you hadn’t completely noticed what he was doing till he said,

“Open those legs a little wider for me, baby.” To which you quietly obliged. But instead of giving you any type of stimulation he stopped.

“What do you say to me?” He asked sharply, you looked at him in confusion. He suddenly but gently grabbed your throat, his thumb rubbing soft circles in your chin.

“You will call me Lord Tengen. When I ask you something you say, yes Lord Tengen. Am I understood?” He asked as he stared at you deeply, with his lust filled eyes.

“Yes, Lord Tengen.” You said submissively.

“Good girl, you are learning so well, you deserve a reward.” He said as his fingers ran up and down your slit causing you to jolt back in his chest. You moaned deeply as he found your spot and gave it a couple smooth rubs. He continued this till you were a moaning, shaking mess. He groaned at the sight of your legs wide open, shaking in pleasure.

“Oh Tengen this feels so good please, please don’t stop.” You begged, he sped up to see how close he could get you. Which earned louder, dirtier moans and a melody of thank yous. He couldn’t help but stare at you. He had wanted this for so long, to be craving his touch; begging for more. He wanted so much more, he wanted you bent over taking him any way he pleased. He wanted to have your lips around cock, drool dripping from your mouth as he forced you to take him deeper, he wanted to hear you gag and gasp for air. He wanted your legs on his chest as he railed your soft cunt for hours. He wanted to hear how good he was making you feel and he was the only one who could ever please you this way.

Suddenly without warning he shoved a finger deep into cunt causing both to moan in ecstasy. You were so deliciously tight, and his larger finger was so deep. Together you moaned as he slowly fucked you with his digit.

“Such a good girl, doing such a good job. Are you ready for another?” He said between moans.

“Please Lord Tengen, I want to be fucked by your fingers please.” You begged, your fingernails digging into his bicep, a poor attempt at keeping your inevitable orgasm away. He then slipped another one causing you to throw your head back and scream his name. Swiftly he began to fuck you harder, curling his fingers to reach a spot deep inside of you.

“Oh I’m so close, I’m so close, Tengen I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my fingers.”

The tension that had been building in your lower abdomen for the past couple minutes now exploded sending your body into shockwaves as you rolled your hips to keep up with your high. You sat back limp into his chest as he drugged his fingers out and over your clit one last time, causing you jolt from the overstimulation.

“That was beautiful, I could watch that over and over again (y/n).” He said while his hands roamed your body.

“Let’s see how much you like this.” He picked up your limp body and held you over his cock. Your legs still shaking, he slid the tip back and forth on your slit. Gently he lowered you onto his dick, one inch at a time.

“How does this feel, baby? I’m not going too fast am I?” He asked concerned, you only nodded, encouraging him to go further. He was so impossibly large, his fingers were big but now his dick stretched you so much it burned, your insides not used to the feeling squeezed and trembled. The feeling of you clenching around him almost made him cum that instant but he had a couple things he wanted to do with you first before he let go. Finally he pushed you all the way to his hilt.

“Oh, fuck, (y/n).” He cursed as he felt how tightly you squeezed around him.

You felt so full, never had something been so deep inside of you.

“It’s so deep.” You breathed out as you panted.

Tengen groaned as he felt himself twitch, surely a bulge would be showing in your abdomen. Once again Tengen lifted you up, supporting you with his hands under your thighs. You had been right, he could pick you up as if you were weightless.

As he held you up he started to push in and out of you at a blistering pace. You both moaned as it slowly went all the way in, he held you in place so you could again feel how well he filled you up.

“Does this feel good, am I being gentle enough for you?” He asked sweetly as he pressed a soft kiss into your forehead.

“Ah, yes, it feels so good. Please give me more, Lord Tengen.” You whispered sultry. A groan caught in his throat, he loved that name. But most of all he loved hearing your pretty little mouth say it. He obliged to your last request and had picked up the pace quite a bit. Sensing you were enjoying yourself he decided to become a bit rougher with you. His hands gripped your thigh and ass, squeezed tighter. His voice shuttered and stammered as he tried to sing your praises. Soon he was slamming into you, sending waves of warm water flying over the springs edge.

“You feel so fucking good...oh fuck, yes keep taking me so deep. I want to feel you cum around my cock. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum.” He shoved up into you violently. He had been waiting on this for so long and now he had it. He was going to unravel you just as he had intended.

“I’m gonna fuck you better than anyone ever will be able to. I’m going to fuck you so now your only thought is of me, and me only. Fuck, this is what you get for teasing for so long, do you think Kyojuro could fuck you like this, huh? How about Sanemi, could he make a slobbering mess from just his fingers? I know Tomioka could never send you over the edge like I can.” You moaned even harder as he rammed up into. His worry for hurting you disappeared, his fingers digging ever so harder into your soft skin.

“I want to hear you say it, say I’m the only one who could ever make you feel this.” His arms now wrapped around your torso, one hand cupping your breast and the other in between your legs. Now with the added stimulation a similar tension pulled in your stomach.

“Yes, yes, you are the only one who could make me feel this way, Lord Tengen, only you!” You screamed as he fucked you impossibly faster.

“Fuck, good girl. I love this side of you. You should be obedient more often.” He said he knew how much it was going to get you riled up.

“Fuck so close. Baby, is this what you want? You want me to fill you up?” His thrust became uneven. His breathing deeper. His moans are more ragged.

“Yes Tengen, please I want it deep inside, please!” You too were approaching your climax. His dick deep inside of you, his fingers flicking your clit so beautifully. It was so close, your muscles clenched in anticipation.

“First, first you have to cum for me. Cum on my dick, baby. Let me hear those pretty little moans.” He cooed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Although his rhythm was sloppy, he still thrusted into you. Desperate his and yours release.

He rubbed circles on your clit perfectly, not to rough and not too soft. He kneaded your breast in the other hand, at times giving your nipple a soft pinch. Soon your release came washing over you in a tide of intense ecstasy.

The way your body convulsed and trembled due to immense pleasure sent Tengen over the edge. In one final swift thrust he coated your walls in his cum. Filling you all the way so beautifully, he was reluctant to pull out.

Still gasping for air, your orgasm had been so intense you could hardly move. Tengen had since washed himself off and stepped out of the spring. When you came back to reality you looked to see that Tengen was dressed, his swords on his back.

“That was quite extravagant (y/n), but your endurance needs work. You are all out of energy, while I still have three more rounds left. You need practice but you’ll make a flashy lover with time. I’ll be back next week.” He turned and winked at you before taking his leave.

Quickly you was yourself as fast as you could. The boys probably worried about you at this point. Sending waves of water splashing out the sides, you dried yourself and threw your robe back on, hot footing it back to the house. Halfway back you stopped and saw that trickling down your thighs was Uzui’s juices. You wiped it off and tried to compose yourself the best you could.

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Entering your house, you were met with three nervously smiling faces. Afraid of what they might have seen or heard you spoke up first.

“Y’all ok? You seem a little nervous.” You said cautiously, then almost immediately Zenitsu wrapped his arms around you,

“Oh (y/n)chan, are you ok? We are so sorry we let Uzui get past us! Did he see you? We are so terribly sorry!” He sobbed, his head shoved into your chest. You breathed a deep sigh of relief. They hadn’t seen you in such a compromising position.

“ZENITSU LET GO OF HER!” Yelled Tanjiro as he tried to rip Zenitsu off of you.

“Did Uzui really come by, I had no idea.” You lied quickly.

Once Tanjiro pried Zenitsu from your waist, and too much of Inosuke’s delight, you began to cook for you four. Relieved from the possibility that you might have gotten caught, you sat to enjoy your food till a troubling thought came to mind.

What exactly did Tengen plan to do when he arrived next week? Was this going to become a regular visit? Would he try to convince to marry him again? What if you liked the idea of being with him like that on a regular basis? Maybe the idea of getting married wasn’t such a bad one after all?

Tired of thinking you put up a bowl and went to check and see if the boys had settled in for the night. You slid the door back to see all of them in various positions fast asleep. Next to Tanjiro, sat Nezuko watching them. You smiled and waved, closing the door so they could get some rest. You all needed it after the day you had.

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[claireunoia]

FEELINGS MUTUAL ➪ sirius black & james potter

「 SYNOPSIS 」 / sirius knows about the little school girl crush you have on james, so why not invite him on the fun? ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / dom!sirius x sub!reader x kindadom!james

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 2537

「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (female receiving) / cunniligus, degrading, HELLA DIRTY TALK LIKE DAT NASTY NASTY, a tad of cuckolding, nipple play, spitting, daddy kink, fingering, sirius holding your legs while james eats you out, dumbification, praising, lots of pet names. typical filth. bad writing :-| i think that’s it?

➪ a/n : ❝ heyy sexc baes, first off i wanna say a short piece of this was dictated to my boo el but she wanted me finish this into a whole fic so here i am AFTER MOTHERFUCKIN YEARS WITH THIS PIECE *sorry bae* listening bc im whipped for that mf. she’s currently not here rn due to her taking a break from here but i’ll still pay my respects to her with this. so here y’all go, my first ever threesome fic & sirius black/james potter fic. i really hope y’all enjoy this mwah! ily <333 @thotbutpurple ily bb, hope ur taking care of yourself!!!❞

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“such a pretty little princess, aren’t you hm?” he purs right against your ear. his finger tracing and dancing across the features of your face delicately. his other hand rubbing at your breast deliciously, a hard pout on your face as you tried to hold in the moans you wanted to let out so bad into the air.

you quietly whined back at him in reply to his words, a small grin coming to life on his face as he watched you, his mouth moving down to suck your very evident nipple through your shirt. you whimpered out this time, the feeling of his mouth and the shirt caused more friction at your peak and it felt so good.

when he rose back up he examined the wet spot that contained his spit covering the expanse around your nipple through the white tank. the sight making him groan before latching to your other nipple, making sure to give it the same treatment as the other one. while doing this, he started to pull on the nipple that no longer had his attention. a whine leaving you at the harsh tugs, your hand moving down to rest on the top of his to slow his movements against your poor nipple.

but sirius lightly swatted your hand away, a clear “move your hand” coming from him, making you whine in defeat once more. “daddy, please it hurts” you cried, yes it hurt but it felt so good at the same time as he kept sucking and tugging on the hard pebbles. sirius scoffed, a mocking whine leaving him “it hurts? aww, but i know you can take it princess so don’t act like you can’t” he told you with a stern glint in his eye, raising his head up from your chest to sit up and look down at your desperate state.

“don’t you think it hurts me the way you keep looking at james every time you see him?” sirius says with a faux sadden tone, his eyes lighting up in amusement when he sees the confused look on your face.

“don’t play dumb, pet. i see the way you look at james and i see the way he looks at you right on back. you think i’m blind?”

of course, you had a little thing for james. he was so cute and addicting to talk to but no matter how much you had a small crush on him you’ll never ever cheat on sirius. from the little nickname you gave each other or the little friendly touches, sirius saw through it all and read through it all. he knew you had a thing for him and it didn’t bother him one bit. it actually amused him and now was the perfect time to act on it and tease you about it.

“i know you have a crush on him” sirius whispers like it was such a big secret. his lips spread into a grin when he saw your eyes widening.

you frantically tried to cover up the undoubtedly truth, “i’ll never leave you sirius-“ but his finger came to rest on your lip, stopping you from speaking the rest of your sentence. “shh, i know baby” he finger tracing your bottom lip before pulling it down, letting it go just to see it pop right back into place.

he then moved over on his side, laying right next to you on the bed. starting to move his hand down underneath the blankets covering your naked bottom half to land at its awaiting destination. your pussy was throbbing in such need for your daddy, been wanting him to touch you for the longest you both lied here. “god damn baby, you’re so wet” sirius grunted in awe as he kept feeling how your pussy was practically weeping on his hand.

you started to move your hips upwards, trying to grind into his hand to cause more friction on your clit. sirius quickly killed that thought once he saw your motive. “don’t be greedy, pet. you’ll take what i give you, understood?”

you nodded with a whimper, “yes daddy, i— i understand” sirius placed a soft kiss on your forehead for being an obedient princess—his obedient princess.

sirius fingers itched down your slit and landed at your hole where all of your arousal was collect. he prodded at it before finally letting his fingers sink into you. his fingers immediately get very well acquainted with your walls. a loud “fuck” escaped your lips, a desperate cry that sirius relished in before slapping a hand against your mouth.

“shh, princess. you wouldn’t want jamsie to hear you moaning so loudly for me...”

sirius drawls out his words, his fingers continuing to pump into you at an almost rough pace; causing you to whine out once more behind the hand covering your mouth. a sudden wide smirk was slowly being created to life on to sirius face as he studied you in thought for a couple of moments. with a finger rubbing on your clit he whispered the words to you in conformation, already knowing his thoughts were correct. “... or do you?”

you didn’t how to reaction to his words as he kept pounding his fingers into your pussy, your words incoherent behind his hand “i bet you want jamsie to fuck this little pussy of yours, don’t you?” sirius mocked with a chuckle, removing his hand away from your mouth to see you all in your glory.

“it’s okay, if you do. i promise i won’t be mad” at his reassuring words you finally felt the need to reveal the truth sirius already knew about. with a sheepish nod of your head, sirius smirked almost wickedly. “you know he’s up around this hour, go on and scream for him baby. scream for the person you want to fuck your pussy, princess”

and sirius left you no other choice but to do exactly that because his fingers practically went even faster inside of you, his other hand joining down to rub and play with your clit. loud cries continued to escape your lips unconscionably from sirius delicious actions against you. but unknowing to both you and sirius, james was right outside of your door, his ear pressed right against the wood to hear the cries of yours clearly. the sounds enchanting him further like he was in a caught in a spell and you were the witch. 

in pure curiosity he wrapped his hand around the knob of the door to twist it very lightly, pushing the door open slowly and studying as he possibly could; not wanting to give away himself. once he had the door open at a good distance just to see what was going on his mouth dropped. there you were, his sweet close friend being finger fucked by his best mate. and what suddenly came from sirius mouth had james mouth dropping down damn near to the floor.

“i bet you want jamsie to fuck you while i watch huh? you’ll love that won’t you? wanting my mate to fuck you hard just the way you like it” and your loud, panting, stuttered reply to sirius words made james cock instantly harden against his pajamas pants. “yes! yes, i want him to fuck me so bad” a dry chuckle left sirius mouth as soon as you finished talking, a low ‘good girl’ dripping from his lips in a soft coo.

sirius had removed his fingers from inside of you to rub at your swollen clit at a steady pace when your gaze flicked up, the clear sight of james standing at the door was something you were never expecting to meet in this whole predicament. his eyes widened as he seemed to catch your gaze, forgetting how to move suddenly. your eyes matched his, your hands going to tap at your boyfriends arms. the action seemingly moving way past sirius head.

“j-james...” you spoke up, the word coming out like a broken moan. “you’re even moaning his name? you really are a slut for him, huh?” you huffed and let a little whine escape you “no- sirius james is t-there”

sirius motions against you stopped immediately, his head snapping up to the bedroom door sharply. quickly meeting his mates bright eyes. james was quick to stutter out an excuse or anything to explain why he’s standing there but sirius dismissed him with a smirk. “come here” the simple command was both shocking and even more shocking. you and jame both stared at sirius like he grew three heads.

“i think you came at the perfect time, jamsie. we should welcome our guest with open arms, shouldn’t we darling? it’s what a good girl with manners would do” sirius proposed with a look of desire aimed at the both of you, a wicked idea currently floating around in his mind. sirius gave you a look, silently asking you if you want him to join. you eventually said yes after a couple of deep moments of thinking to yourself.

“have a seat, james” sirius teasingly patted a spot on the bed with a heavy hand, the sound echoing the room. james listened to his mates words and took a seat on the edge of the bed, his posture almost awkward as he tried to sit down with his erection poking out uncomfortably against his pants.

”look little one, his dick is almost bursting out of his trousers at the sight of you naked and spread open” as the words left his lips your eyes quickly flicked down to james bottom half. his cock in fact making a huge, prominent print through his pants. making your mouth water and pussy leaked even more of your juices.

“g-god, sirius she’s so fucking wet. she’s dripping on the sheets”

james whispers in awe as his lustful irises bored into your pussy, his huge hand coming up to rub at his erection. trying to soothe the urgent ache that’s placed upon his cock at the sight of you all sprawled out with sirius holding you. the long-haired man chuckled darkly, his lips colliding against your neck to start placing wet little kisses against the flesh before beckoning a long finger towards james.

“come eat this little slut’s pussy” and james followed the order so quickly you’ll think he was a blur.

as soon as james plump lips made contact at your pulsating clit, placing an open mouthed, wet kiss to the bud; your legs were immediately squirming in reaction to get away from his mouth naturally. but as quickly as you did so, sirius strong hands gripped your thighs tightly. his hands moving to the underside of your thigh, lifting them up and back towards him, holding you down and leaving you openly exposed and spread right in front of james. you swore you felt your literal heart beating at your clit when you heard the little low groan leaving james lips at your dripping center, his mouth salivating as he began thinking about eating you up like you were his last meal. and james did exactly that.

his lips came wrapping tightly around your engorged clit, sucking the bundle of sensitive nerves into his mouth. licking and suckling at you repeatedly, the sounds of him feasting off of you quickly becoming the only sounds in the room besides your loud cries and moans. with your mouth wide agape and eyes starting to roll to the back of your head you can hear from above you sirius growls and groans as he watches james eat your pussy out. you turn your head to look up at your boyfriend with blissed out, doe eyes. whimpers profusely leaving you minute by minute, second by second.

sirius sees your little stare through his peripherals and looks down to make direct eye contact with you. sirius sees your already spent face and mockingly pouts, the loud sounds of james slurping at your pussy overpowering his sirius’s faux coos.

“aww, baby, what? huh? is james eating that tasty little pussy of yours so fuckin’ good? so good you can’t even fuckin’ speak?”

at each question he throws at you, you can’t answer with a complete sentence because you don’t think you can. which sirius chuckles at making sure to place a sweet kiss at the side of your head, reminding you just how much of a good girl you really are for him.

“james, spit on her clit”

doing what he’s told, james listens. his saliva shooting harshly from his mouth and landing right on your puffy clit. the sensation feeling different but you loved it, the downright nastiness of it making your head twirl. your body flinches back as best as it could in sirius’s hold on you.

“look at the slut, she fuckin’ loves it” sirius laughs.

“mhm, spit on it again”

james listened once more and spat on your clit, the sound of your gasps making him feel right to the edge of exploding. james then lifted a hand to rub his spit all over your pussy, mixing your arousal together in the mess. his tongue running over your folds once more before pulling back with a smack of his lips. “god, pussy so damn good” sirius hums in agreement, “the sweetest fuckin’ pussy there is”

“d-daddy- james…” you babbled out quietly with a needy whine, your legs jerking and pushing against sirius hands that were holding you open, he is way more stronger than you and easily held you down to a point where you can really move your thighs at all anymore. “what is it, my pretty dumb baby? i know you’re not done just yet, love”

you just whined out in reply, not having the energy to come up with a full sentence to answer him with.

“you like this don’t you? me holdin’ your legs down while james eats away on that little pussy of yours until your all sensitive?”

he notices the way you opened your mouth and tsks a warning.

“proper words, baby”

“,yes daddy” you nod.

sirius smiles before his head tilted a bit to james that was below you, “tell him” you nod obediently at his command. looking down, your eyes immediately finding the intense hazel irises staring right back up at you intensely. his tongue gently massaging your folds, lips placing a kiss at your clit before sending you a small wink with a grin that made your heart skip a beat. “i like how y-you, eat me out jamsie” you manage to stammer out, your mouth opening wide into a little gasp when you suddenly feel the vibrations on your core due to james chuckling against you.

he pulls away from you momentarily.

“and i love eating this pussy out, sweetheart”

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[buckyownsmylife]

I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

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“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

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“woah, my love, my darling

i’ve hungered for your touch”

the smooth crooning of the righteous brothers permeated throughout the vaulted ballroom, quiet chattering adding to the ambience of the room.

the web awards ceremony was very unique in and of itself — the event was held in what was essentially a victorian castle, giving the show an almost royal look which seemed odd for a party full of internet influencers.

thankfully, most in attendance were dressed to the nines, perfectly embodying what the creators had in mind. you and sakusa had received numerous compliments throughout the night, the most memorable coming from ariana grande and bretman rock.

by the time you were seated for the actual awards portion, you were reeling. these literal celebrities knew who you were?? it was insane and you couldn’t help from spiraling a bit in your chair.

“angel, are ya okay?” atsumu’s gentle voice shook you from your thoughts, his warm hand resting on the small of your back. you let out a shuddering breath and nodded before shooting him a grateful smile.

“yeah, thanks,” you whispered, resting a hand on his knee. he went to respond, but he was cut off by the lights dimming, signaling the start of the program.

after the first awards were introduced, the show flew by very quickly and by the end of it, your hands burned from clapping and your face hurt from smiling ear to ear. (un)fortunately, the hyper house didn’t win their nomination but you enjoyed your time nonetheless, even getting a hug from taehyung after bts won their award.

after all the awards were given out, you were honestly exhausted and ready to just pull off your heels and collapse in your warm bed for the next 10 years but iwaizumi had other plans.

your “beloved” manager insisted that the house network at the unofficial official after party that was being hosted in another ornate ballroom nearby.

you did your best to talk to other creators and get to know them but your social battery was swiftly running out and you were afraid you were starting to give some of these people who you greatly admired a bad impression.

gently excusing yourself from a conversation with halsey, you dragged yourself to the snack bar before grabbing something that looked sort of edible and shoving it in your mouth.

a deep sigh left your lips as you turned from the table to observe the hordes of people laughing, dancing, and mingling, just barely noticing a new presence by your side.

“this isn’t exactly your scene, i take it,” toorū’s playful voice greeted you as he leaned back against the table, taking a spoonful of caviar to his pink, glossy lips. you hummed in agreement before taking another unidentifiable-yet-delicious snack and eating it quickly to avoid conversation.

out of the corner of your eye, you watched as oikawa shook his head as though he was debating something with himself before apparently coming to a conclusion, and turning towards you.

“look,” he began, his tone entirely too serious for such a lively event. “i’m really sorry for what i’ve said to you before. there are literally no excuses for what i’ve done and said to you but i just wanted to let you know that i really am sorry.”

what?????

“uh,” you stuttered, unable to form a word, let alone a response, to his surprise apology. a part of you was aware that you were gaping at him unattractively but you could barely process what on earth was going on and why he was suddenly apologizing to you.

toorū opened his mouth to respond, to maybe take you out of your misery, but he was quickly interrupted by sakusa placing a soft hand on your elbow.

“do you mind if i cut in?” oikawa’s mouth shut as he gave kiyoomi a tight lipped smile and a shake of his head. “good. would you like to dance?”

all you could do was nod before you were swept away onto the dance floor, barely registering the song changing into unchained melody, allowing couples their time for a slow dance.

“a long, lonely time

and time goes by so slowly”

sakusa placed his hands carefully on your waist, allowing you to wrap your arms around his. leaning down, he whispered in your ear, “is this okay?”

you nodded again before laying your head on his shoulder as you swayed back and forth. kiyoomi was unsurprisingly an amazing dancer, leading you through the steps with no problems, his chest vibrating beneath you while he hummed along with the music.

“and time can do so much

are you still mine?”

it was easy to loose yourself in the steady movements to the point where you almost didn’t hear sakusa speaking to you. “hm?” you asked, lifting your head to look him in the face.

you were genuinely shocked to see the light pink blush spreading across kiyoomi’s cheeks and chest as he gazed at you with something akin to nervousness in his eyes.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry it took so long to for me to see who meiko was and i’m sorry i hurt you in the process.” his words, while succinct and to the point, were heavy with emotion and regret.

before you could answer, sakusa carefully pulled you back into his chest to resume rocking you back and forth, his head resting on top of yours.

“don’t say anything right now, just... just stay. please?”

“okay.”

kiyoomi’s arms tightened around you as he let out a shaky sigh. this was all he needed. everything else faded away, things and problems ceased to exist — nothing mattered but you tucked safe and securely in his arms.

“i need your love

i need your love

god speed your love to me”

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god speed your love to me

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