#Like... so men have hips like mine sir

[gatheringbones]

[“It was only after I came out as a dyke that, for the first time in my life, I felt ready to celebrate being a girl, and I did. Actually, I overdid. Armed with Esther Newton’s Mother Camp, Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble, and Joan Nestle’s A Restricted Country, I embraced femme. I dressed up in short flowery dresses, pushup bras, satin panties, and lacy stockings. I paid great attention to my long, curly, perfectly-coiffed hair, my glamorous makeup, and especially my pouty lips. I spritzed Lola’s smell on my skin—Estee Lauder’s Private Collection—and painted my nails. I wore all of it with black combat boots and a brilliant sense of irony. I reveled in my girliness, went over the top, learned how to tweeze my eyebrows and line my lips with a lip pencil.

My gender presentation was unmistakable: blatant female sexuality. I was a proud, in-your-face, take-no-prisoners, uppity, don’t-assume-I’m-straight-because-I-wear-lipstick-and-dresses femme dyke. Because femmes are always assumed to be straight or sleeping with men, and I do sleep with men, I made sure to always have a butch on my arm so I’d be read as femme. Even though I was sure I’d be mistaken for straight, the boys took one look at me and steered clear. It was as if I was too much of a woman for them to handle, like I was a handful, and I was. But butch girls love a handful—a handful of tits, a handful of ass, a girl who needs to be handled, a girl who can handle herself.

How I figured out I was a femme had a lot to do with the women I was attracted to and the dynamic between us. When I was in junior high, I used to mess around with a friend of mine named Angela. Angela was one of those girls who developed early; I remember she had big breasts in like sixth grade. We mostly kissed and touched over clothes, and we played out various boy-girl scenarios. I was always the girl—my early femme roots. My favorite of all our little scenes was the one where she was my male boss and I was the secretary. The boss made me have sex with him and told me if I didn’t I would get fired. Now this was all before Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill and the media awareness/obsession with sexual harassment. I remember she’d tell me to suck her dick and push my face unmercifully into her crotch, which smelled amazing,. The drama of it all—the force, the degradation, the power games—really got me off. After that, there was no going back to simplicity. I was hooked on the power.

Jen really epitomized all the girls I was attracted to then and still am. Being with a butch girl, I was valued for my combination of strength and vulnerability, for dressing up, for wanting an arm to hold onto, hips to wrap my legs around, being able to give my body over to her and say, I trust you, I’m yours. My butch loved me in low-cut dresses, appreciated my sexual voraciousness, worshipped my inner slut. I reveled in the fact that I could be strong and submissive all at once. Surrender and still be a feminist. Being a dyke is not just about who I fuck and love, it’s about being a girl who doesn’t play by the rules.

Butch girls don’t play by the rules either, and I love butch girls. Girls with hair so short you can barely slide it between two fingers to hold on. Girls with slick, shiny, barbershop haircuts and shirts that button the other way. Girls that swagger. Girls who have dicks made of flesh and silicone and latex and magic. Girls who get stared at in the ladies room, girls who shop in the boy’s department, girls who live every moment looking like they weren’t supposed to. Girls with hands that touch me like they have been touching my body their entire lives. Girls who have big cocks, love blow-jobs, and like to fuck girls hard. Every day, it is the girls that get called Sir that make me catch my breath, the girls with strong jaws that buckle my knees, the girls who are a different gender that make me want to lie down for them.

Someone else said it about me recently and it’s right on target: “She gets off on all different sorts of people sexually, but she falls for butches.” Like the poet who bought her first strap-on with me and then wanted to sleep with it on. The shrink-in-training who got harassed every time she drove down South. She did look so much like a fifteen-year-old boy: blue button-down shirts, neatly-combed blond hair. The ad exec who had names for her dildos and used to love for me to spit-shine her wingtips. The photographer whose face was so mannish she could pass almost anywhere. The writer who wanted a body like Loren Cameron’s. The telephone repairwoman who drove a truck. The cook who had a boy’s name. The academic who got cruised by gay men on Castro Street. The cornfed farmboy from the Heartland with arms so hard and strong you swear they’ve been working the land, not the iron at the gym.

And there’s the one who’s got the James Dean stare down, and dresses like a clean-cut fag, and looks at me like she could look at me forever and never blink or grow tired or move from the spot she’s in. She’s a girl who loves girls like me—girls in velvet bras, girls who want to surrender to her mouth. She’s a girl who isn’t afraid to throw a femme down on the bed and fuck her. Possess her. My kind of girl. This girl is different.”]

tristan taormino, from this girl is different, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

#tristan taormino #bi literature #gender stuff #femme #currently reading #terra preta

[sanjisblackasswife]

OP Men With a Girlfriend with a Fat Ass. (Black Fem! Reader)

Ft. Monster Trio, Kid, Law, Ace, & Shanks

A/N: Yeah boobs are great…but nobody talks about anime dudes loving ass like commonnnnnnnnn. + I think women in OP don’t have big butts. Like…they have the tits sure and Ik they have A FORM of a butt but like…they ain’t got a fat asssssss

CW: A whole lotta nonsense.

Luffy

You are the sole reason he is a butt guy rather than a boob guy

He likes having you walk in front of him for obvious reasons

He doesn’t realize how much he stares though it’s kinda just subconsciously a thing he does with no shame behind it

Your butt has a literal mind of its own when you walk and it’s just mesmerizing to him

He never touches it though

On purpose

When Luffy hugs you he mostly enjoys wrapping his arms around your hips and thighs and lowers himself to pretty much hug your butt with his face

You remember when Luffy had to hide under Boa’s coat and his body was wrapped around her body—-yeah like that that’s how he hugs you from behind

It’s so soft pls let him bite it.

There was a few times you caught him staring and he’d laugh it off scratching the back of his head before you almost scold him for not paying attention as you talked

If you both are sexual in your relationship your ass is something he holds dear when sleeping with you.

Luffy grinds on ur soft and plush butt while you both are sleeping, at first you couldn’t sleep because of this but you’ve somehow gotten used to his erratic thrust against your ass

When you lay on your stomach and watches you shift just to see your butt jiggle

He’s so amazed on how it still moves even after you stopped shifting

All in all Luffy loves dat ass.

Zoro

Ass eater fasho

Look at him.

Booty Hunter Zoro

He loves the booty more than anything else on you.

He was actually shocked on how fat your ass really was when you stood naked in front of him the first time KSHSSHS

You always wore jeans and they were so so tight (still looked good in them though) he just didn’t register HOW BIG your butt really was

“Fuck, you have a fat ass, babe.”

HE SLAPS IT SO HARD

And he SLAPS IT ALOT so be prepared

He doesn’t care either how much it hurts he loves watching it jiggle afterwards

Like sir excuse me you left a mark

Absolutely sleeps on it when you both nap.

Zoro is another one that just stares at you when you walk across the ship

Lord help you if you wear a sun dress

You have almost all thongs so when you wear looser clothing your butt is free to move how it likes

Makes you do mostly leg workouts to watch you squat

Swears you’re doing it wrong just to be behind you when you do it

“No, Y/N you have to go lower like this.”

“Get Ya dick Off me!”

He does ask you such stupid ass questions about it though

“So it’s not heavy when you fight?”

“Zoro what the hell are you talking about.”

“All of…that you’re carrying behind there.”

Mf…

Sitting on his face or eating it from the back once is a must if you want to use his mouth

“Imma suffocate you.”

“It’s okay i can hold my breath really long.”

Zoro is a Ass man and you just made it worse so congratulations

Kid

Same as Zoro. Eats dat ass for breakfast, lunch, and dindin

He enjoys watching you put on pants

“Something you need?”

“Just enjoying the show.”

He thinks your butt is nothing but temptation and something to distract him

Blames you for it completely because how dare you.

“PUT THAT AWAY!”

“WHAT?!”

“THAT BUTT OF YOURS I CANT FOCUS WITH IS SHAKING IN MY FACE ALL DAY—“

“HELLO—?!”

He has caught Killer watching. Killer tries to say he wouldn’t know because of his mask, but he know he’s looking right at your butt sway back and fourth

He uses it as a stress ball sometimes KSBSJSKS

Actually compares your butt with his

“Mine is bigger.”

“You mean flatter.”

“I hate you.”

Sanji

Definition of “Don’t know what to do with all that ass.”

When he first met you he of course adorned your beauty. Granted you always worn baggier clothing than the rest of the girls on the ship, since you were a bit heavier and insecure Sanji didn’t give af about that anyways he still liked you, but after the 2 years you loss some weight and gained the strength and confidence you always deserved and finally started to wear more revealing clothing and which revealed your true shape.

“Y/N-Y/N SAN YOUR BODY IS—-YOUR BUTT IS SO—“

Bleeding on sight. You were wearing some cut shorts with a tied shirt and the shorts cupped your round butt so beautifully.

Crush him with your thighs and butt pls

When you walk you tend to sway your hips a lot making your butt move and it catches his attention so fast all he wants to do is rub it :((

He gets hard a lot when you wear bikinis

NEEDS a reason to touch your lower half at least once a day or he’ll combust.

“Would you like me to rub sun screen on you, my princess?”

His lotioned hands always tease around your smooth fatty cheeks when he massages you

Speaking of massages he gives you one every night and that either leaves him a horny mess or fucking into you from the back

You shook your ass on him once while dancing and he just COULD NOT handle what he seen and bled on you

“Please do me the honor of sitting on my face.”

Okay so…there was this one time Sanji fucked you in the kitchen and he asked if he could try something knew and you said okay, he bent you over and poured honey on your ass and licked it up.

You were shocked and turned on all at once.

When you wear skirts you’re such a damn tease to him the way the back of it always ends up shorter than the front and it always hits the bottom of your cheeks so beautifully

VERY PROTECTIVE BTW

Immediately kicks around mfs that say anything derogatory about your shape

“She has to be a slut with a body like t—-“

One to the head now you know he dead

Yeah Sanji and the rest of the OP boys do not play about people talking about your body. It’s theirs for a reason who is anybody allowed to talk crap about it?

Law

He’s more of a thigh man but since you’re natural best believe you have those to match with them two beach balls you got back there

He always under estimates how you look in clothing.

“I don’t think this will fit—“

“It will It’s Just your unifo—-oh.”

Ass is still sitting pretty in a jumper.

Law’s stupid ass tends to read about bodies with larger mass of fat on specific areas and if it’s normal

NOT TO BE MEAN HE LOVES YOUR BODY HE JUST WANNA MAKE SURE YOURE COMFORTABLE AND HEALTHY PLS

He cuddles the butt and if your have stretch marks or cellulite he traces /pokes them with his fingers

“Stop that!”

“Your ass moves even when you talk, fuck..”

Absolutely cannot handle you doing reverse cowgirl

Cumming in minutes you didn’t even properly adjust to his size

He taps or plays with the fat of your thigh when he is in thought. So much so there is a small bruise that formed because he always did it in the same area

Wants you to sit on his face, but embarrassed to ask

DO NOT HOVER OVER HIS FACE HE HATES THAT SIT ON HIM.

You did it and he did the most obnoxious moan inside you

Makes you wear nothing but your panties when you both are alone.

Ace

“Suffocate me with your thighs please I don’t want to be alive anymore.”

He uses your butt as a punching bag sometimes KSHSHSISK

Like you’ll be looking the other way talking to him and he’ll be behind you lightly punching each cheek for his own amusement

He wants you to wear his shorts so bad???

“I can’t fit them.”

“You can—look they stretch!”

He just plays with your butt a lot and like 90% of the time it isn’t even sexual he just loves the fat of your ass sm.

He thinks you look like a mf goddess with how your body moves when you dance

He absolutely loves when you ride him but he does it in front of a mirror so he can watch your wet ass bounce in him.

“Stop Doing that or imma sit on you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

When he hugs you from behind he tends to dry hump you and sometimes you don’t notice KSHSHSKS

Falls asleep on your ass

Has thought about eating your ass

He just really loves your ass

Shanks

So. Many. Butt jokes.

He was drunk and barged into your room one night to find you laying on your stomach in your panties reading and kissed your ass

“Wha—?”

“I was craving something for my tooth so I kissed your butt…cuz you have such a sweet ass.”

You hate this man sm.

You have to sit on his lap once a day or he’ll pout. Literally pout all day.

Rubs your butt constantly when he is beside you.

Doesn’t give af who is watching because who gone stop him?

Another ass eater

HATES when other men look at your ass.

That’s his ass who tf are they to look and gawk over it?

Would prefer if you wore No panties when you wore skirts

Makes stupid excuse for you to bend over a lot

Absolute menace because he in fact an ass man

You’re actually the first woman he has been with with an ass like yours so when he sees it he sometimes gets flustered you never see it though.

Unlike Law doggy style and reverse cowgirl is the go tos. Your jiggly booty is his new treasure.

Dry humps you sm you swear he’s like a dog in heat.

When you guys go shopping he likes to be in the dressing room with you to watch you struggle to put on pants.

“Baby did you get the right size these feel too small?”

“No.”

“WHY?”

“Cuz look..” -casually pokes the fat that couldn’t get in the pants.- “sexy.”

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[fanfic-compass]

~Intrigued~

Human Alastor X Reader

Summary: The Reader is a Young Woman who recently started working as a dancer in a Jazz bar in New Orleans. There she quickly gets noticed by Alastor who needs to get to know her.

Word count: 1K

Warning: Mimzy

(Picture is Not Mine)

It was something about the way she moved. Something about the way she swayed her hips to show off her magnificent body that had Alastor fascinated and intrigued. Usually he wasn’t someone who stared at a woman, he was classy and decent but as soon as he saw this young woman dancing he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Not that he wanted to.

She was the new dancer in the bar, he hasn’t seen her before. She was new and interesting and Alastor absolutely wanted to know more about her. His eyes were fixed on her the entire time that she danced and whenever she even looked at one of the other men or winked at someone, he felt a wave of jealousy like he never felt before.

And then this young wonder left the stage. Alastor looked around the bar but he couldn’t find her anymore. That was when he was suddenly approached by someone. That person touched his shoulder which startled him for a moment and without even thinking about it he shoved the person off. Only then he turned around to see that it was actually one of his closest friends.

“Mimzy!” He said happily.

“Alastor, darling. You didn’t even tell you would come over today”

“Well, it was a spontaneous visit. And may I say I absolutely made the right decision. I just watched your newest dancer. She is an absolute jewel.”

“Yes she is, very young and very talented too. She brings in many men from the streets who all wanna take a look at her. Not the typical beauty but she definitely knows how to move.”

“Very intriguing indeed.” Alastor admits. “I would very much like to meet her in person.”

“She will start serving drinks in a short while. But darling, don’t you distract her too much, I still need her.” With that, Mimzy left Alastor alone.

And just like she said, the young dancer came back into the bar, wearing a nice satin robe and carrying a tray of drinks. Alastor walked towards her and gripped her arm, making her turn around and look up at him.

“Stunning performance, my dear. Now please be a good girl and bring me a glass of Whiskey, no ice.”

The young dancer was confused for a moment, asking herself if she should know who he was but then she nodded and left. A short moment later she came back to him with a large glass of Whiskey.

“Here you go, sir.”

“Thank you, my dear.” Alastor said as he took the glass from her and drinks its contents in one big gulp. Then he puts the glass on a nearby table and smirks at her. “Now, darling, how about a little dance?”

Without waiting for her to answer he pulls her into him and starts gently swaying from side to side with her. He holds her very tightly and makes sure that she couldn’t move away from him.

The young dancer didn’t know how to respond and in a weird way she was even intrigued by the man. She met many pushy men before but this one was different. He was rather charming actually. He looked deeply into her eyes and she looked into his. She was drawn to him, like he put a charm on her. They danced for a long while and she felt the sudden urge to just lean in and kiss him and she noticed that he must have felt it too. She noticed how his face got closer and closer as he slowly leaned down towards her. She closed her eyes but before she could feel what she wanted, no, needed to feel so badly, Alastor had to pull away.

The young dancer opened her eyes again and saw the reason: Mimzy.

“Alastor” Mimzy said. “Darling, don’t you wanna dance with me? You always do, I’m just waiting for you.”

“Mimzy, my dear…” Alastor said and gave her a sharp look. “Didn’t you just see me dance with this lovely young lady?” He took the hand of the younger woman.

“But you always dance with me.”

“But not tonight. And now, if you don’t mind I would like to keep dancing with my lovely darling over here.”

With that Alastor turned around and brought all his attention to the young dancer in front of him, making Mimzy go away in anger.

“I’m sorry about her, my darling.” He said softly.

“You must be very popular when she is fighting for your attention like that. But then again Mimzy is fighting for all the attention all the time.” The young lady giggled softly.

“Yes, well, she does enjoy attention a lot. But she is not getting mine tonight. Not when I have such a lovely young woman such as yourself right here in front of me.”

They continued dancing for a long time but once again Mimzy interrupted them by reminding the young lady that she had to serve drinks to the other guests and couldn’t dance with one man all night long. Alastor kept smiling at the whole situation but the young dancer managed to see a hint of annoyance in his smile. So she decided to be bold and gave him a gentle little peck on the cheek which put a more genuine smile on his lips.

“My dear, how about I wait for you until your shift is over and then we take a nice walk through the woods? Would you like that?”

“Oh that sounds lovely.”

“Then, let me give you something so that you won’t forget that I’m waiting for you.”

Alastor pulled her closer to him once again but this time without hesitation he pressed his lips onto hers in a firm kiss. His arms were wrapped around her waist and she brought her hands up to his neck and then into his hair.

The kiss they shared was full of passion and desire and when Alastor pulled away with a wide grin, the young girl knew she was in for a real treat.

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[usernameforaboredcat]

Black & Red (Shanks X F!Reader X Mihawk) SMUT

Anonymous request (I got chu)

Just a simple day at the beach drinking turns into something way more hot and steamy than expected.

A long fic, have fun babes

Warning ⚠️: age-gap, threesome, groping, double penetration, deep throating, maybe some others that I forgot idk its sex ya know the type of shit youre signing up for.

“Shaaaanks, come on! It’s too early to drink, we’ll be up all night again”.

“Don’t worry about it so much sweetheart! It’ll be fun!”.

That’s the last coherent conversation I remember before getting shit faced and passing out on a beach with Shanks. No matter how many times I tell myself ‘you gotta stop doing this, I don’t care how hot he is I can’t be drinking this much’ but do I ever listen? No of course not! Have you see him? That man is so hot and fine, all I can do is easily submit to anything he asks. I mean it's not the first time he's easily made me submit to something, which ended in a lot of hookups or alleyway deepthroating. Hehe...

I awaken from my slumber as I feel myself being shaken. “Wakey wakey sweetheart”. I hear an all too familiar and soothing voice. I groan and snuggle more into his chest. “Nooo. You made me drink and gave me a hangover”. I mumble. “Does it make you feel better knowing that I have one too?”. He asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“A little”.

~

I yawn as I walk back to the cove the crew was camping at, coming back from some private business time…I had to pee. I see the crew already partying and drinking again. Seriously? “Hey! (Y/n)!”. I look towards Shanks, seeing him drinking with an unfamiliar man with a large sword sitting next to him, a long coat and a large hat. “Have you ever heard of the 7 warlords?”. Shanks asks me, the man turning to look at me. “Uh yeah…I’ve heard of them…”. I answer nervously, I think I already know where this is going before he can even finish. “This is Mihawk! An old buddy of mine! He’s one of the warlords”. He explains, using his free hand to usher me over.

I walk over to the two men, Shanks pulling me over to sit on his lap. "Come on (Y/n), don't be shy now and say hi!". He tells me, as if I'm a child. Sir, I'm 20. I turn to look at the warlord, man is he an attractive man. "Hello". I greet him. "Hello, young lady". He greets back. I turn to look up at Shanks, tugging on his shirt to draw his attention to me. "So what's this about? Why are we partying again?". I ask him, tilting my head slightly. He smile and laughs. "Ya know that Luffy kid I told you about? He finally got his first wanted poster!". He answers happily.

I remember him talking about that Luffy kid. Shanks told me how he met him years ago, the dumb little kid who cut his cheek and ate the gum gum fruit. He isn't any younger than me, the more I think about that the more it kinda makes me feel weird. Still, I'd like to meet him one day.

"Huh, look at him". I mutter under my breath, but I know Shanks heard me. As if the conversation is forgotten about, Shanks now holding out a filled cup of booz to me. "Enough yappin! Take a sip, dear". He orders me. 'Uh, I really don't wanna drink'. I take the cup from him, taking a sip from it. "Atta girl". He coos, his hand now sitting on my hip, rubbing up and down with his thumb. I feel a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of his hand running straight to my core. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how to get my body going.

'God, I hate him'.

~

My breath quickens as I feel a jolt run through my body, whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I try to hide them. "Ssshhh, not so loud baby". Shanks whispers into my ear, his finger not stopping it's abuse on my clit. I throw my head back into his board shoulder. "Sh-Shanks, pleeeease~". I whimper out. "Hm? Please what? Need me to fuck you already?". He asks in a deep tone, his hot breath down my neck. "I-hhh I!". I stumble on my words, needing him to give me just a second to cum. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Shanks". I feel my body freeze, but Shanks doesn't stop. "Oh, hey Mihawk". He pulls his hand away, my legs giving out and I collapse to the forest floor.

"What's up? You leaving already?". Shanks asks the other man. "I was thinking that, yes". Mihawk confirms. "Oh come on, you just got here. Why not have a little fun with (Y/n) and I? I don't mind sharing that pretty face". He offers the man. 'HUH!?'. I turn my head behind me, looking over to the men. I look over to Mihawk, seeing that he's already looking at me dead in the eyes with a hungry look. "You're too open with sharing your toys, Shanks". He comments, taking his sword off his back and setting it against a nearby tree. The two men walk over to me, Mihawk standing in front of me as I feel Shanks crouch behind me. "You don't mind, do you sweetheart?". Shanks asks me, pulling me back so my back is against his hard chest, using his hand to rub my chin. "N-No". I stutter out nervously, looking up into Mihawks almost glowing eyes.

Shanks chuckles as his hand goes down to my shirt, pulling it up to expose my bare chest. "Good girl~". He hums into my ear, nuzzling into my neck. I shiver and shut my eyes as Shanks's cold hand goes down to my chest, groping and grabbing at my tit. I let out a soft moan, feeling him twist and play with my nipple. Shanks's head rises once again, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Come on baby, show the war lord what that mouth of yours can do". He orders. I hum with a nod, finally opening my eyes to look up at the warlord.

I break eye contact to see a growing bulge in his pants, only half hard. I grab the hem of his pants, slowly pulling them down. His half hard shaft rises up slightly, hanging straight out from his body. I reach up and grab him by the base, Mihawk letting out a very quiet groan. I lean forward and close my lips over his tip, licking his tip. I look back up to look into Mihawks eyes, slowly moving my head back and forth as she stares down at me. "Oh don't try and ease me into, unless Shanks hasn’t taught you properly”. He comments in an unimpressive tone.

Shanks chuckles from behind me, his hand sneaking up to the back of my head. “She can take it, I have her working that throat of hers every night like the slut she is”. He responds, gripping my head and moving my head for me. I moan into Mohawks cock as Shanks moves my head for me, shoving me down on his cock more. I cough as I feel myself getting shoved deep down, feeling him deep down my throat. Shanks moves his hand away, but I keep the pace he set and continue to deep throat his cock. “That’s better”. Mihawk compliments. “Yeah, she’s a good girl, aren’t ya sweetheart”. Shanks chuckles, sliding his hand down my back. My body jolts when I feel Shanks’s hand back in my panties, running his finger through my wet folds.

My body shivers as I feel Shanks use a free finger to poke it in and out of my aching pussy, causing me to just need more friction. My body was already so close to being filled, but now we're back to square one. My body is tingling painfully, needing release finally. I start to moan painfully onto Mihawks cock, breathing through my nose quickens as tears build up in my eyes. I try to move my body, needing more than just the tip of Shanks's fingers inside me. "Shanks, your pet is getting restless". Mihawk tells the red head. Shanks chuckles. "I can tell, she's trying to suck my fingers in". He confirms. Mihawk then grips the back of my head aggressively, speeding up his pace and slamming down into my throat. "Don't worry dear, you can get fucked as much as you want once I'm finished". He tells me, his penis tip punching the back of my throat.

Shanks chuckles again. "Look at you, you'll get all the cock you want. I bet a whore like you is loving this". He whispers into my ear. "I can't wait to see you drenched with cum". He adds in a deeper tone, licking up my neck. "Take it, take Mihawks cum, take all the cum like I trained you to". I shut my eyes as tears spill from my eyes, struggling terribly to breath. My body feels like it's going to explode, ready to gush all over Shanks's hand. With a few twitches of his cock, Mihawk slams all the way down my throat his warm cum fills up my throat. I cough on the cum, gulping it down. Mihawk slowly pulls out his dick, sucking on the left to leave not a single drop. "Good slut". Shanks compliments. "You did train her good, I commend you that Shanks". Mihawk tells him. "Wait till you feel her pussy, perfection". Shanks respond.

Shanks pulls his hand away from me as I let out an annoyed whimper, pushing my body slightly to let my body fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I breath heavily as I try to catch my breath, my body shaking and loosing its mind from not be able to cum again. A cold hand on my ass makes me jump, I look lazily over my shoulder to see Mihawk kneeling behind me. I turn to look in front of me, looking up to see Shanks looking down at me with a smirk. He gently grabs my chin, rubbing it with his thumb as his smirk turns into a loving smile. "You're such a good girl, if I wasn't clingy I'd let people pay for them to fuck you. You're perfect mouth, pussy, ass, everything. Other men wish they could get one night with a goddess like you". He praises, his words going straight to my core. The mental image of getting fucked and covered in cum while Shanks watches, full bukaki as he just sits happily.

"Would you like that? Or would you rather some weak desperate men pay to watch me fuck you, show them how to really please a woman". He adds. That hit my core harder, Shanks cucking a guy. Some poor bastard watching Shanks fill and fuck my pussy full of cock and cum. I feel a warm tip rub against my folds, rubbing at my tip and poking at my hole. "Go ahead Mihawk, I wanna see the faces she makes when being filled by another man". He tells the other man. Then without warning, Mihawk easily slides his cock fully inside me. A whimpered moan escapes my lips, my legs shaking at the feeling of being filled finally. "Now isn't that a pretty face". Shanks points out, palming himself through his pants. "Sh-Shanks~". I whimper out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need...yoooooou". I moan out, craving more. I struggle to keep my body steady as Mihawk ruthlessly pounds into my body, slamming deep inside me. It feels weird to have another cock inside me, being so used to Shanks monster in his pants. Mihawks length is kind of refreshing, feeling his tip slamming into my curvix.

Shanks chuckles as he looks down at my wanting face, eyes begging for something from him. "You really have been a whore all along, being stuffed with cock and still needing more". He hums. He sits up more, pulling his pants down and his cock smashing me in the face. "Go on then, take the cock you so desperately need". He tells me. He slides his cock into my mouth, my body quickly jolting back and forth. I moan onto Shanks's cock, breathing rapidly through my nose. I can't breath, my body is shaking so much. 'FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM AND WE'VE JUST STARTED! FUCK BUT I NEED TO CUM!'. I give in, moaning loudly as my body finally releases as my body shakes violently. Mihawk hisses, pounding faster. "What's wrong buddy? She cum and squeeze ya?". Shanks asks him. "Indeed, she's trying to strangle me". He responds, causing Shanks to laugh.

"Props to you, I would have cum at her clenching like that". He chuckles. "You're just weak". Mihawk comments. I'm surprised I can still comprehend what they're saying, my whole body is weak and my head is fuzzy. I can't go on, cumming and still being fucked is driving my body crazy. I can tell that I'm finally giving out, because now I can't hear properly what the two are saying. Everything stops, feeling arms wrap under my legs and I get hoisted up with Shanks's cock popping out my mouth. I feel my back press against Mihawks chest, him holding me out spread legged. I see Shanks standing in front of me, he strokes my cheek loving me. "Sh-Shanks...". I pant out. He pulls his hand away, letting me lean my head against Mihawks shoulder.

My body jolts, fulling waking up at the feeling of Shanks sliding into my insides. I pant at the pain, reaching to grip hard onto Shanks shoulder. "That's it, you can take it". Shanks reassures me in a soft tone. My body relaxes, feeling the two men filling and stretching me out. My body felt so stuffed, I thought I was going to rip in half. The feeling didn't get any better when the two started to thrust in sync, thankfully going slow on me. Every breath was a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Their pace speeds up, my mouth drooling from them massing up my insides. The feeling is indescribable, being fucked hard and stuffed to the brink of ripping. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I don't even know if I could cum again.

Their paces speed up, going full speed in and out my pussy. I cry and scream out my moans, digging my nails so hard against Shanks's shoulders that I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood. I could feel my freedom apporting, feeling the two older men twitching and their thrusts growing sloppy to out of sync. Next minute, Shanks lets out a groan as he finally cums. He sits and stays there panting, staying inside me. Soon enough, Mihawk cums again for a second time. The two pull out of me, Mihawk moving me to be laying in his arms. I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, my brain fuzzy and hazy. A warm hand strokes my face softly, a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good job baby, you can rest". Shanks soft voice luls me to sleep, I finally pass out in Mihawks arms.

[bonus]

The two older men walk out the forest and back onto the beach, the other pirates noticing the passed out younger girl in Mihawks arms. "Is she okay?". Benn asks. "Did something happen?". Yasopp asks. Shanks waves them off. "Don't worry she's all fine, just a little shaken up". He reassures. "Why? Did something happen?". Benn asks. Mihawk chimes in. "Just some scary monster".

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[rissararity]

Wrote a little fic inspired by this meme. Art is not mine!

Astarion/Half succubus bard oc. Cat calling, references to SA, comfort, friends to lovers, partners in crime, protective Astarion

Might eventually become a more put together fic, if it does it would be a slow burn friends to lovers

“Do we have any other takers? Any more bets? How about you, sir? Betting man?” the gorgeous bard beamed while she played a melody to raise anticipation on her lute.

“You know what? Sure.” The man tossed a couple gold into the pot.

The crowd cheered while Astarion gave a close lipped smile, eye fucking a couple of the women in the group.

A few more coins trickled in, clinking against the others.

“Now watch and be amazed as I throw this dagger, up to the second floor, it bounces handle side down off that, that then that,” he pointed to a couple of things, “and into the center of that barrel.” He announced with a flourish, parading around dramatically.

While he distracted the crowd, the bard cast a little spell to ensure he’d succeed. Astarion felt the power and confidence surge as her spell took effect, making a big show out of throwing the dagger.

While it flew through the air, Liv took the opportunity to pick a few pockets then make her way to the front before the trick shot was over.

As the blade hit home, the crowd was a mix of cheers and jeers.

“Aww better luck next time, friends!” She offered a supportive smile that hid the inward smirk she felt.  She validated a few peoples feelings and casually got each of them to walk away.

The bard scooped up the gold while the rogue retrieved the dagger. They smiled at each other for a moment before quickly and discreetly leaving the area.

To an outsider they’d look like lovers exchanging a look. But they knew they were shit eating grins of victory, and they were in fact not lovers, but 200 gold richer.

Each.

As they reached the end of the alley, they waved to Gale, who stood with hid arms crossed. “Again? Really?” he glared, falling into step on Liv’s other side.

“Oh relax, you benefit from the spoils too. Most of this ends up going to potions and gifts for you.” The half elf snickered, purposely hip bumping him.

The wizard’s glare softened and he ducked his head. “I suppose that’s true. But if you two get caught, you’re on your own.”

The elves smirked at each other, “Somehow I think we’ll manage.” Astarion turned his ruby gaze to Gale who rolled his own.

The men grew uneasy while the trio walked by a group of men who began to whisper after them, staring at Liv in particular. The vampire could have torn their heads off with his bare hands for the disgusting way they spoke about her.

Gale glared back at them, putting an arm around her shoulders protectively. “Honestly, Liv, we can’t take you anywhere civilized.”

“I’d hardly call this place…much less those meat sacks civilized.” Astarion agreed, now wishing he’d been the one to grab her first.

“I’m not doing anything on purpose.” She muttered, dropping her chin.

“Boo hoo, it must be so hard being effortlessly gorgeous.”  The vampire rolled his eyes.

“When I cant go anywhere alone without being hassled, propositioned or having wives threaten me for stealing their husband’s eyes-“ “And hearts.” Gale added.

“Right. A few of them did say that.” She pouted, “I know I can more than take care of myself but I get so…” she crossed her arms over her ample chest and shivered with a frown.

The group had noticed fairly early on she seemed fairly oblivious to the leers she got everywhere she went, and that  when she no longer was, the attention made her extremely uncomfortable.

She could flirt her way out of trouble no problem but was easily flustered and nervous if a man just started commenting on her body. It made pit in her stomach that stayed until someone else from her party found her.

Even Shadowheart had played the role to make the men think they had no chance.

She sighed, “And Astarion,” he looked at her. “You sound jealous when you say stuff like that. You’re too pretty to be jealous.”

Gale smirked as the vampire’s jaw dropped for a moment, blinking in surprise “I…er..um..you’re absolutely right.” He pushed his hair from his face and shook out his shoulders, “You passed the test.”

Liv rolled her eyes while the wizard shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

Red eyes grew annoyed as he saw this, prompting him to cross his arms and pout, “I’ll meet you back at camp.” He strode of into the masses of people on the street.

The pair laughed, keeping their leisurely pace.

“He adores you,  you know.”  Gale told her once their laughs became little giggles.

Her cheeks grew dark, “No, he would have made a move by now if he did. We’re just good friends.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

She mimicked him, raising her own and dropping her voice, “Yes, that is so.”

The wizard made a face, “You’re too good at that.”

Wind whipped her long blonde hair around while carrying her laugh.  “What can I say? I give a performance like no other.”

Liv yelped as a hand seized her elbow. “I bet you do, babe. Why don’t you come with me and give a private show?”

Her entire body froze as ice set in, eyes wide with fear as her legs stopped moving.

“I’m going to give you one chance to let go of the lady and be on your way.” Gale’s voice dripped with venom in a way she’d only ever heard in situations like this.

The barbarian sized him up then laughed, yanking her arm confidently, causing her to stumble closer. “Fuck off, mate. If you can’t defend your woman, don’t bring her outside.”

They couldnt go throwing magic in the middle of town, the creep knew that.

What he didn’t expect,  was Gale to cast a hold person spell, locking him into place.

He then gently unfurled the man’s fingers from Liv’s arm and put a protective arm around her waist. “You need to learn some manners. Best hope we don’t ever meet in a battlefield.”

The man’s eyes burned with rage as Gale pressed a kiss to the still shocked bard’s temple and led them back into the crowd.

She pressed herself into her companion’s side all the way back to camp, trying to match his breathing the entire way.

No one knew what caused this reaction in her, but they had an idea. None dared broach the subject and figured talk if and when she wanted.

Normally in battle, she was fearless and thoughtful. But when confronted with someone like that barbarian she locked up.

When they returned to camp, Astarion had already thought up a snappy quip-the perfect amount of sting and sass.

Unfortunately,  it died in his throat as soon as he looked over at them. One look and he knew.

Gale was softly rubbing her forearm, reassuring her while he led her to his tent.

The vampire frowned and exchanged a look with the wizard on the way.  He immediately regretted his hasty exit earlier. He noticed pursuers were more easily deterred when she was with more than one man.

Astarion silently crept over to listen, able to hear their magic friend leading her through breathing exercises. When she’d calmed down, Gale finally left the tent to get some dinner.

He was about to stand only for Shadowheart to beat him to it, heading toward Gale’s tent to comfort the half elf.

 Annoyed as he was, he knew for Liv’s sake that only one person could be with her at a time.

Much to his dismay, she stayed for an entire hour and a half.

He started to head over only to stop in his tracks when the tent door moved and Liv emerged, looking tired but otherwise okay other than her red cheeks and the fact that she used a spell to change her appearance to the one she preferred-the one that more clearly showed her half-drow ancestry.

Her skin kept its pink hue but her hair shortened to a pixie cut, blonde at the root morphing into silver tips that sat perfectly in place. Her blue eyes shifted to one bright blue and one silver. A ring sat in her septum above her lips that wore a coat of black paint, matching her winged eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Her pointed ears were dotted with two in her cartilage on both sides, and a silver ring on the lobe. She bore tattoos of solid black up her throat with flame-like tendrils licking at her jaw, a small flame adorning her forhead.

This was who she preferred to be. Who she felt the strongest,  and most confident as. It was also her defense.

The others knew not to be surprised or comment on what she decided to look like that day. The long blonde look was always used for public performances; it had even earned her the title “The Angel” by word of mouth.

Astarion thought she was perfect both ways, but he knew the other men liked The Angel, while Shadowheart and Karlach shared his adoration of who he dubbed the demoness, the little devil, and simply the drow.

She hadn’t noticed him,  and headed for her bedroll by the fire.

Astarion’s chest tightened as he realized he was too late to comfort her. If he hadn’t ditched her this probably wouldn’t have happened. They’d be sitting around the fire while she played her lute and told them legends and stories.

He should have stayed. This was his fault.

He should have stayed.

Jaw clenched,  he thought, I’ll never abandon you again, my angel. You have my word I will remain close at hand.

What he couldn’t see, was her small smile as their tadpoles relayed the message in his voice.

In fact, he'd been so distracted that all his thoughts of guilt and protectiveness were made privy to the blonde.

He didn’t know it, but they grew closer that night without him ever speaking a word.

--

The following morning when they returned to the little town of Hodge to continue their search for information. Gale noticed Liv go out of her way to insure they passed by the same intersection from last night.

It was fairly early and the roads were fairly clear,  blue sky above them.

As they neared it, Gale stepped forward and took her hand. To everyone’s surprise, she turned her blue and silver gaze to Astarion and held her other hand out to him.

Shadowheart pouted as the visibly confused vampire somewhat hesitantly took her hand and walked on her other side.

Liv squeezed both of their hands as they strode down the road like they owned it. When they got to the next street, she pressed a kiss to the back of Astarion’s hand and gave him a grateful look before letting go and repeating the gesture with Gale.

The vampire blinked in surprise as an odd fluttering feeling danced in his stomach, Gale’s cheeks darkened a little as he returned her smile.

He followed her blindly like they were magnetized, eyes wide as he tried to make heads or tails of this feeling.

Her still short hair shined like silver in the sun, contrasting the warm, sunny light from the blonde near her scalp. Even painted with dark makeup, she was breath taking-silver septum ring glinting back at him a top her confident smile.

Especially when she was exuding confidence like she now was, leading them through the streets to their first contact.

Her rapier carefully tucked into her overcoat, lute strapped to her back, she walked through intersection exuding joy once again.

Astarion’s maroon eyes stayed locked on her profile while he continued to remain at her side. Gale went to talk to Karlach, leaving the two side by side leading the group.

The vampire's eyes flicked down to her hand, yearning to hold it again; to feel her soft, dainty hands in his calloused but well manicured ones.

The butterflies in his stomach hadn’t quite settled down yet-he’d heard some young women gossiping recently and learned that’s what it was called.

Though if it meant what they insinuated it did he refused to believe that was what was happening to him.  

He supposed Liv was pretty enough…oh who was he kidding?  They didn’t call her The Angel  for nothing. She was beauty incarnate, in both of her forms. Her movements were naturally elegant and graceful, her acrobatics during battle were unreal.

Everywhere she went an air of lavender and vanilla followed. You couldn’t be in a bad mood when she was around-he would know. He tried.

She was exactly what Cazador would have sent him after.

At that, he looked away from her shamefully. He didn’t deserve to walk beside her, figuratively or literally. His steps slowed so he could merge with the others but this stopped when her hand brushed the back of his – making his breath catch for a moment as sparks shot up his arm.

She caught his eye and winked, a small smile on her soft lips.  “Walk with me, Astar.”

He was about to scold her for the nickname but for some reason from her he didn’t mind it.

“Gale holds your arm through town.” He murmured quietly as they walked.

Her cheeks darkened, “So he does.”

“It’s only fair-rr- I mean….proper.” He collected himself. “It’s only proper that a lady gets escorted.” He raised his chin, keeping his eyes ahead.

“Of course.”

“After all, you tend to get sidetracked and lost.”

“Sounds like me.”

“Hells forbid you see a cat!”

A  little annoyed now, she glared, “Are you gonna do it or what?”

“Of course I am, don’t be stupid!” Came his rushed reply just before he almost aggressively looped arms with her like Gale often did.

Behind them, the entire team silently laughed. Gale crossed his arms over his chest, batting away Shadowheart to pretended to try and loop arms with him. He turned away from her and glared playfully before pushing her into Karlach who caught her then gave her arm a reassuring pat before going back to minding her business.

Astarion glared venomously at any one that looked at them too long, thankfully only a few people due to her still being in little demon form. He felt like her bodyguard, and as such had to be the scary dog that made outsiders keep their distance.

And unlike most bodyguards,  he actually HAD bite.

Meanwhile, Liv was blissfully unaware of the mission he’d given himself, waltzing down the street casually.

When they arrived at their agreed upon meeting place, Liv wanted to go in alone but the entire group was quick to shut that down.

“Just in and out-it’ll be quick. Everyone leaves happy, no big deal.”

Astarion’s lips quirked up in a grin while he held his laughter, little sounds sneaking out. Karlach immediately began to belly laugh, drawing the attention of a few townspeople. Gale sighed and shook his head while the bard looked at him oddly.

“Sweet summer child.” He pressed a patronly kiss to her temple and hugged her cheek to his chest for a moment.

With knit brows, she let him hold her for a moment. “Anyway, any alternative plans then?”

“Well, you aren’t allowed to go anywhere alone so write that down.” The vampire rolled his eyes, missing her little smile.

“Our best bet here is to not arouse suspicion, and to appear as normal as possible to blend in. I think Liv and I should go in together,  since we look the most like the locals." The wizard spoke up.

“Human, you mean?” Shadowheart asked, crossing her arms at the other half-elf.

“And not head to toe in armor. Not exactly common garb in these parts.”

She relented, “Liv and I could go. Two women won’t look odd and I’m sure she has an outfit I can borrow.”

Gale gave a snappy retort, angering the Cleric. They bickered over who was going in with Liv until Karlach  physically turned their heads to show them Astarion had already whisked her away and toward little café, both in all their silver headed glory.

After casting an apologetic look over her shoulder, she spoke “You didn’t ask me to put on the angel.”

He paused, “I’ll never ask you  to change, darling. However you feel best is how I want you.”

She squeezed his arm, smiling up at him while he avoided her gaze.

Luckily everything went according to plan for once and they got another lead.

Before they returned to their team, waiting in the distance in the town square, they decided to slip out the back door  to see if they could make a few extra coins.

Liv put on the angel to aid in the con on her own accord, excitement in her stomach as she and Astarion approached a small group of people already with a game in progress.

---

“Where is she? I need to see her.” Astarion pushed past Shadowheart and headed toward Wyll’s tent.

“She’s going to live. Don’t interrupt her healing session. It’s…private.” She trailed after him, wishing Wyll hadn’t taken some personal time away so he could cast a hold spell.

Ordinarily  Shadowheart was stronger than Astarion, but now he was in a protective rage, eyes blazing like a wildfire as he sought his little devil.

This fueled him to overpower her, tugging free of her grip and delivering a sharp shove that sent her on her ass, blinking in shock.

He entered the bubble of silence cast around Gale’s tent and froze as he recognized the sounds of lust and sex, as well as the all to familiar scents that went along with it.

His blood ran cold as he hid and peaked in. He knew what to expect but was still aghast when he saw Gale on top of Liv.

Liv’s nude body was dotted with scrapes and bruises from their last fight, her head lulled to the side, eyes half open. She didn’t react much to the wizards deliberate, confident thrusts, her breasts bounced in recoil to punctuate each one.

Gale bit his lip, brows knit as he began to speed up. Liv's shallow breaths along with a few gasps softly joined the other sounds.

Astarion felt rage like never before and had the biggest urge to reach straight through Gale’s back and pull out his still beating heart.

But he knew that was a bad idea.

Liv’s head turned to the other side and she accidently met the vampire’s eyes, her own going from half lidded to wide, cheeks ablaze.

Feeling much like a scorned lover,  though not sure why, he silently sneered at her and left.

--

The following morning, the air was tense between the two troublemakers-Astarion and Liv.

Gale hadn’t noticed him, and she hadn’t told him.

She avoided her rogue as much as possible without drawing attention, seeking a distraction.

Otherwise back to her normal self, she pulled her violin from her bag of holding  and began to play an upbeat jig, a smile on her face as she watched Karlach and Wyll prepare breakfast.

Gale and Shadowheart clapped in time with the music, smiling and enjoying the morning.

His eyes narrowed at Gale as he approached, considering how he could catch the wizard’s robe on fire, stopping short to watch the end of the song.

Liv hesitated a bit upon seeing him, but being the professional she is, she didn’t let it hiccup the song. Gale noticed the jovial mood in her eyes dulled, and used his tadpole to connect to the vampire -immediately realizing what had happened.

The bard finished the song with a flourish of her bow then bowed for the applause  that came from everyone that didn’t drink blood.

Gale connected to Liv for a moment to see if she knew, appreciating that she told him the truth and didn’t make him search her memory.

I think it’s time to tell him, Angel. He’s the only one that doesn’t know and he’s clearly upset.

She sighed, I have to, now. We can’t keep going like this.

He gave a short nod, then made an excuse about wanting to show Liv how to feel the weave so they could both go into the woods together.

They were correct in assuming Astarion’s jealousy would have him tailing them.

Once they were away from camp, his body froze mid-step as Gale cast a hold person spell on him.

The pair turned around and headed over to him, ignoring the slew of curse words falling from his fangs.

“What in the hells do you think you’re doing?!” He growled at last.

“We need to talk- and by that I mean you need to listen. We can’t have you attacking Gale or running off before we explain.”

He glared at her, inwardly annoyed that the passing breeze carried over her lavender scent.

“I’m not sure what I saw other than the two of you acting like a couple of randy teenagers.”

Liv crossed her arms, nodding, “That’s exactly why you’re stuck right now.”

Gale’s lip quirked up for a moment at her flat tone before he spoke, “That’s all you saw? Are you absolutely sure there was nothing else of note?”

“Gale, darling, I’m not going to comment on the size of your staff if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

The wizard blinked in shock, blushing,  “No! No that’s not what I meant.”

Standing slightly behind him, Liv giggled, cutting herself off when Astarian glared at her again.

“Think back. Really think-I’ll even help you.” She cast a focus spell on him while he huffed and closed his eyes.

His mind’s eye took him back Gale’s tent, his eyes glued to the scene before him. Liv looked exhausted from their last battle. Her body was scraped and bruised here and there and bags sat under her eyes.

Her baby blues lacked the spark they usually held.

The vampire knit his brows, growling at the other man. “Did you do something to her?”

Gale’s jaw dropped, Liv spoke up and vehemently denied it.

“It’s not like that either. I look right as rain today, right?” she gestured to her face- bright and clear as always.

He nodded.

“You know I’m a half elf, right?”

“Of course. Drow-correct?”

Liv smiled, happy he remembered that given her normal, warm and sunny appearance. “Right. Well…it turns out…the other half wasn’t human.”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed Liv is much more adept at magic than a normal bard…hells I’ve been trying to convince her to let me train her as a spellcaster…”

She rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, the other half…my father…was an incubus. So…I’m half elf half-“

“Succubus.” Astarion sneered, “It all makes sense now. The power you hold over others with the simple toss of your hair.”

They waited to see what he would say next, giving him a moment to think.

“That’s why you look so much better than you did…last night.”

She nodded, “I seem to have an odd mix of traits and abilities. My little demon appearance can’t be washed away by any manor of magic because it’s still real. When I take after my father, I become the angel. But my mother was the drow.”

“It doesn’t trigger my detect magic ability either.” Gale added, “Because of her half succubus nature, every week or so she needs to be…reset, or she gets sickly and weak.”

“That’s why she’s gotten so much stronger since the began traveling together.”

Liv blushed and shuffled her feet, “Look, I’m really not as smooth as I pretend to be-its an act.”

The vampire was quiet for a long while, “So when you say you cant sleep alone-“

The half elf gasped, “Not every night! God’s Astarion I’m not an animal! Gale told you…once a week. I try to hold out for as long as I can though…” she looked down, “I know it’s a big ask. More often than not I just need to cuddle.”

Gale patted her shoulder, a kind smile on his lips. “I assure you it’s no toil for us. I admit it can be difficult when you’re…in rough shape but knowing it’s the best way we can help you-“

“Mmmhm nothing to do with the fact that you get to have sex with her, I’m sure.” The vampire cut him off, winking when he was done.

The wizard’s warm brown eyes widened, cheeks darkening-it was certainly not a chore, but an honor.

Liv quirked an eyebrow at him, stifling a laugh and trying to force the corner of her mouth down.

Astarion relaxed as he watched her reaction to this. His jealousy faded as he realized for Gale, and hopefully Wyll, this was a friends with benefits situation, not a romantic relationship.

“Oh do let me go now. I’m listening.”

After a nod from Liv, Gale released the hold spell.

Astarion straightened himself and pushed his hair back, shaking off the stiffness. “The girls were already aware, I’m assuming?”

Liv nodded. “Unfortunately, my succubus healing only seems to kick in with men. I guess I need a…bridge to transfer.”

“You had sex with Shadowheart?”

Gale raised an eyebrow, “You tried to.”

“Well yes, but for a different reason. It’s not the same.”

“If anything, my reason is better than yours.” Liv glared.

He tilted his head, “Is it? Who’s to say? Besides, it only makes sense to gather as many…potential healers as possible and keep one on hand at all times. It was smart of you to try, since the two of you normally pair up when we split.”

Silence for a beat.

"Though I must tell you, I thought we were closer than this, little angel.” He turned to her. “Why was I the only one left unaware of your…condition? Did you not want my…” he gestured to his body, “help.”

Gale turned to her, too, curious.

The bard blushed, keeping her eyes on the ground. “We've always been great friends and I didn’t want to risk making it weird.”

“So you didn’t think it weird to proposition your companions weekly to steal their energy when they orgasm?”

Silence.

“It's really not bad. One sip of a health potion and you're back to rights.” Gale defended her.

“Alright, well,” he approached Liv, who shyly looked up. “This doesn’t change anything between us, darling, not if you don’t want it to.” He tilted her chin with one finger. “But if you decide you do, I assure you I’m more than capable of not treating you any differently if we slept together; dearest friend of mine.”

Her cheeks blazed, lips parting in shock. Gale rolled his eyes and looked away while the two had a moment.

He knew his friendship with Liv was clearly different than whatever it was she had with Astarion, so hearing her admit that hadn’t stung like one might expect. It was no secret the two had more in common, more laughs and a knack for getting in and out of trouble.

Gale, as well as Wyll, knew what this was.

Giving the half elf a wink, Astarion turned around and headed back toward camp.

She didn't ask for his help yet, but he hoped she would.

And when she did he would be whatever she wanted him to be; a simple friend with benefits due to a caring heart and sense of obligation or...maybe...

Well he wasn't sure but he was looking forward to her helping him find that out.

#astarion #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 memes #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bandurs gate 3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #bg3 fanfic #dom astarion #protective astarion #astarion is baby girl #astarion is a cat

[melodygatesauthor]

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Club Blue Jones X f!Reader

Blurb 5 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut - Sex Worker Reader

“Look how wet she gets,” one of the men said from the audience.

“Mm, yes gentlemen,” Blue said, addressing them but looking right at you while pumping his thick cock in and out of your arousal drenched cunt. He leaned into you, “make sure to smile baby, nobody wants a sad little fuck toy,” he whispered.

You curled your lips up, moaning louder in an attempt to look happier. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy your time with Blue - in fact you loved it -, but you didn’t like being on display like that. Having so many onlookers while your boss showed you off made you uncomfortable.

“That’s my good girl. Just remember that no matter how many of them are looking at you, you’re mine, alright?” He snapped his hips forward, letting out a breathy moan as he did. “Even when they’re fucking you, they don’t own this body like I do.”

You didn’t respond, knowing Blue wanted you to just be a doll, and nothing else, but his words made you feel good. They made you feel like you were his, and no one else’s. It was as if, for a moment, you could forget that you were on a stage with an audience watching Blue fuck you senseless.

“How much can she take?” Someone else asked.

Blue huffed, slamming into you so hard the table underneath you shifted. You cried out, feeling his thick cock overwhelm you and make your cunt flutter around him. You leaned up, grabbing onto the lapel of his coat, your back arching as his movements became too much.

His hand closed around your throat roughly, “she’ll take whatever you give her, right babydoll?”

His fingers tightened around you threateningly.

“Y-yes sir…”

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[hunterbunter3000]

Can we have more with sweetheart and Kruger plssss 🥰

P.s I love your writing ❤️

EEEEE OF COURSE ♡ (and thank you! 🥹🥹 that means alot to me♡)

I'm so sorry I used Google translate for some of the language 😔

Content under the cut!

Tiny headcannon of mine that König is Sebastian Krueger's younger step-brother.

Krueger: Hallo again, kleine Göttin. (Hello again, little Goddess.)

141 Sweetheart, a bit nervous that this man is TALLER than König: Uh, hey Krueger!

Another dumb headcannon of mine is that Krueger is 7'1.

141 Sweetheart, whispering: König what the hell did he call me--

König grips her waist and pulls her close to him.

König, frowning: sie wird dir nicht gehören, Bruder! Dieses Mal nicht! (She's not going to be yours, brother! Not this time!)

Krueger: Oh? Und du denkst, sie wird dir gehören? Ich weiß bereits, dass hier viele Männer um ihre Zuneigung kämpfen. (Oh? And you think she's going to be yours? I already know that many men here are fighting for her affection.)

Krueger, stepping closer to the two: Glauben Sie dass es Ihnen gelingen wird, ihre Liebe zu gewinnen? (Do you think you will be successful in winning her love?)

König: Es ist mir egal, ob ich gewinne oder verliere. (I don't care if I win or lose.)

König, looking at Sweetheart with love in his eyes: As long as she is in my life, I couldn't be more happier.

141 Sweetheart: I am so confused--

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When Krueger met Sweetheart, he was still apart of Chimera. Nikolai said he needed to provide Task Force 141 some new weapons for a 'messy' mission. Krueger had the urge to come with him when Nikolai said his old friend was bringing someone along. 'For protection.' As Krueger explained his reason to his leader. Nikolai snorts and shakes his head. He agrees anyway.

When they arrived at the meeting spot, Price drove up not too long after them. The Capitan got out of the car first then a tall woman who made Krueger's heart stop beating. Oh, how Krueger folded so hard when he saw Sweetheart.

Nikolai explained that she was still quite new to SAS, but moved quickly up in the ranks. She was gonna be a Sergeant in a couple of months. Krueger was quite intrigued. Nothing was new that she moved up in the ranks quickly, many good soldiers have done that. But what intrigued him was her knowledge of weapons. She broke them down like she was reading a children's book to you. Pointing out which thing does what with manicured hands and fluttering dolly eyelashes. The proud look on Price's face mixed with admiration made Krueger's hair stand up.

"Very knowledgeable, young lady!" Nikolai said as he looked up at her. She chuckles as her hands clasps together near her meaty hips. "Thank you kindly, sir! Sorry, automatics get me in an explaining mood."

Nikolai chuckles. "Not a problem, Sweetheart."

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart.

He called her Sweetheart.

Krueger's eye twitched. Nikolai and Price started talking again while she stood there, eyeing the big loadout with her hands behind her back, resting on her behind.

Stop it, Krueger. Enough. Stop looking. Stop walking towards her. Stop.

He couldn't control himself. His feet moved him out of the shadows and made a stop right behind her. Her perfume swirled up to his nose, the sweet and airy cocoa aroma teasing his willpower.

Her scent travels through his blood stream, wraps around his nerves and tangles in his brain. It's apart of him, forever.

Fuck, he wants to devour her.

Her high pitch yelp snaps Krueger out of his trance. He looks down at her wide eyes and her figure crouching behind Price. "Krueger! I thought you were staying behind." Nikolai asks. Krueger doesn't answer him. He's too busy staring at her pretty hands resting on her Capitan's shoulders.

They shouldn't belong on there.

His gloved hand hangs out for her to shake. "Sebastian Krueger. Apart of Chimera. Nice to meet you."

Price shakes it instead. "Capitan John Price. Task 141. Likewise."

That wasn't meant for you.

Sebastian's grip tightened in rage. Price narrows his eyes at the tall giant's sudden hostility. He could tell that handshake wasn't for him. Krueger lets go and moved his hand to her. She stares at it until her brain cogs move again.

"Oh!" She steps from Price and Krueger's shoulders relax. "Call me Sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Krueger!" She says with a smile.

Her smile...

Oh he's fucked.

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That was so long for no reason omg

I'm still trying to get used to writing like this- like full on fics? So this is like practice! Lol let me know what you think!

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[silvermarley]

Mafia boss!Tanjiro x reader? Smut please Sorrrrry- if you don't want to do it, you can just make a tanjiro smut headcanon Sorry, I'm super awkward with this kind of stuff :3

Of course! I hope you like it :)) I kinda did a lot sorry 👩‍🦯

Mafia Boss

Tanjiro x F!reader

Warnings: kinda yan!tan, semi public sex, aged up!tanjiro, you guys are married, degrading, daddy kink, fingering, the whole mafia part is bad don’t mind it 😭

A/N: you’re also wearing a skirt-

Being a mafia boss’ wife wasn’t all too easy. From always watching your back, to people hitting on you on a constant basis.

But you loved the thrill of it, and you loved Tanjiro.

He would always buy you beautiful jewelry, clothing, you name it.

He would also have people secretly watch over you and protect you. They would report their findings to him if anything happened.

Tanjiro was no innocent man. He sent people out to kill and steal, all behind the scenes.

His office, on the highest floor of his building, was filled to the brim with expensive items. Even his chair.

He spends most of his day there.

As of right now, he was working on some deal with people only he knows.

He was, until one of his agents knocked on the door with the secret code only him and his lackeys knew.

You never needed a secret knock, as he would know before you even got there that you were coming.

“Enter.” He says, not looking up from his papers.

“Sir, a unidentified man is trying to make moves on Miss Y/N, what do you want my team to do?” The agent asked. It was one of the men that was tasked with protecting you for the day.

“Kill him. Not in front of her though, she doesn’t like to see it. You know what to do once he’s dead.” He shoos him away.

“Yes, sir.” The agent bows, before repeating Tanjiro’s instructions to his team through a headset.

Jealousy, or rather anger, flowed through him. You were his. How dare some low life try and take you from him.

Maybe you needed a reminder you are his? Yeah, he thinks you do.

After a little bit, he called for another agent, to which another responded swiftly.

“What do you need, sir?”

“Bring Y/N to me.”

They nod, before leaving the room just as fast as the other did.

You were visited by the agent as you were walking home.

“Miss Y/N, the boss wants you to go to his office. Please come with me.”

“Ah, alright.”

He walked with you. He didn’t talk, so you decided to strike up a conversation until you got to your husband’s building.

Once you got to the door of his room, the agent bowed and then left.

Why would he call you so suddenly? Did something happen?

You opened the door to see him staring back at you, his head laying on his hand.

“Come in and lock the door.”

You did just that.

“What’s wrong darling?” You asked, unsure of why he looks frustrated.

“Hm, I heard that someone was trying to steal what’s mine.” He replies, patting his lap signaling for you to sit on it.

“What do you mean? Are you.. talking about the guy who was flirting with me earlier?” You question as you straddled his lap.

“Correct, my love. It seems you need a reminder of who you belong to. I’ll make sure everyone knows your mine. All mine.”

You couldn’t respond, your face flushing a rosy red.

He chuckled a bit to himself at your bashfulness. His hands slid up and down your sides, under your shirt.

“I think marking you up would let people know, don’t you think?”

Your heart beat faster as you nod. You wanted him to mark you up, claim you as his over and over. After all, you only want him.

He loves how pliant you are for him.

Tanjiro pulled your shirt off, immediately kissing and sucking on the exposed skin.

He bit your shoulder, making you let out a sound half way between a yelp and a moan.

This action made you grind your hips on his, just a little bit.

“You really are enjoying this aren’t you? Such a slut, just for me.” He smirked sadistically.

He was losing what little patience he had left. But he wanted to make sure this moment never leaves your thoughts.

After moving his papers, Tanjiro picks you up and places you on his desk.

You sat up first, but he got up from his chair and loomed over you. You moved and laid on your back.

“Hm. Good girl.” He seemed satisfied with your submission.

He slots himself between your legs. He hummed as he unclamped your bra and threw it aside.

He latched his lips on your nipple. You moan softly as he swirls his tongue on it and fondles your other breast.

After giving them both the same treatment, he makes more marks going down further and further.

He stops, his hands taking ahold of your skirt, quickly removing it.

Now you’re left in only your underwear while he’s completely clothed. You writhed under his touch.

You couldn’t help but grab at his shirt, hinting that you didn’t want to be the only one unclothed.

He takes the hint and plays along with it a little, unbuttoning his shirt halfway and unbuckling his belt.

You whined. All this waiting was making you needier for him. You wanted him now, but he was being such a tease.

“Patience.” That’s all he said as he went back to undressing you, taking off your panties.

He licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy. “All mine, and so wet for me. I haven’t even done much.” He grinned, taking pride in it.

His slender fingers glide over your folds, gathering up your slick. Then, without much warning, he inserted a finger into your dripping hole.

You arch your back because of the sudden pleasure.

Pumping it in and out, he would soon add another finger making you get closer to cumming.

He kissed and sucked on the skin of your thighs.

Only his fingers could make you feel this way. It felt amazing and you didn’t want it to stop.

“Ah fuck!- Please!” You beg, not really knowing what for.

“Aw, please what princess?”

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please daddy!”

He groaned. Speeding up his fingers, he wanted to be inside you now, but he wanted to make you cum first.

You pawed at his arm and whined as you orgasm came crashing down on you.

He took out his fingers and pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his cock hit his stomach.

You were squirming in anticipation again, wanting him to fuck you more than anything at the moment.

His right hand slides up your chest to grab ahold of your neck, which was littered with hickies and bite marks.

At the same time, he used his other hand to line himself up at your entrance.

He easily slides in, to which the two of you moan together.

He doesn’t waste time and thrusts slow at first, picking up the pace by the second.

His cock hits all the right places, the places that make you moan like a whore.

“My cock is the only one to make you feel this good huh, baby?”

You nod, unable to answer properly. He doesn’t take this.

“Use your words.” His pace picks up, pounding you harder, purposefully making it hard to respond.

“Y-yes daddy, only yours!”

He rewards you by rubbing your clit along with his harsh thrusts.

Tanjiro feels you tighten around him, making his breathing more unsteady.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk hard, to the point your knuckles turned white.

You were in pure ecstasy.

You felt your orgasm creep up on you again. And soon, you cummed hard on his cock.

But he didn’t slow down.

You whimpered and twitched as he overstimulated you, chasing his own high. Your hands went to his back to claw at it.

“Gonna fill you up.. make you completely mine, leave my mark on your cunt.” He growled.

“Please..” you gasp.

He’s bringing you close to another orgasm already, he’s not far along either.

Something about filling you up made him go just a bit faster.

His grip on your neck loosens as his hands slide over to land on the desk on either side of your head.

You’re about to cum again. You can tell he’s about to as well.

“Fuck princess, gonna cum with me?”

You nod. His thrusts get sporadic and sloppy.

You moan loud as you cum for the third time, him cumming with you, filling your cunt with it.

He takes a second, not pulling out. He pulls you back with him as he sits back in his chair, you on his lap again.

“Keep it in while I do my work, yeah?” He kissed you.

“Okay..” you say, out of breath.

He continues his work as you cockwarm him.

#levys friends #kny smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #KNY x reader #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x reader

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Peace Offerings Pt.6

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Series Summary: Joel makes a bad impression on the reader when he cuts in front of her at the radio station in the QZ. Abe, a father figure to her and an informant of Joel’s, informs her that the two have something in common: A brother in Wyoming. Joel reluctantly follows Abe’s wishes when he asks him to take the reader along to help find her brother too. As the journey goes on, she finds that despite his best efforts to make her think so, Joel isn’t a complete asshole, and maybe even a little… attractive?

Series Warnings: Slow burn, Age gap (reader is 34, Joel is 56), 18+ Minors DNI, Sexual Themes, Violence, Injuries (depictions of blood, bruising, broken bones), Cursing, Grumpy!Joel, Minimal depictions of reader's appearance (hair color/length.)

Chapter Warnings: Creepy men (raiders) & Attempted SA (NOT Joel dw <3)

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Part Six

Joel and I dug graves for the boys right next to each other in the field behind the motel. We shoveled and moved the bodies in silence, a soft sniffle escaping from me here and there, but Joel stayed straight faced and silent. Once they were covered and I’d placed the makeshift crosses above them, we’d decided it was time to move on. 

         We’d been on foot for a few miles when we came across a vacant gas station. Joel forced the door open and held his gun up to make sure there weren’t any unwanted surprises. Once the coast was deemed clear I followed him into the dusty shack. The shelves had been mostly picked over except for a few cans and bags of things here and there. The most important thing I’d found was an old box of tampons. “Score.” I celebrated under my breath before shoving them into my bag. I had lost track of my period with all of the stress of the journey, but the full ache in my abdomen indicated it was oncoming. 

         Joel and I met at the front of the store again and agreed we’d gotten everything we could before heading back out onto the road. We’d begun walking but stopped in our tracks when we heard what sounded like a wolf whistle. I whipped my head around to see where the sound was coming from, and spotted a hooded man crouching behind an abandoned car. “What do we have here?” Another guy appeared from behind a closer car. “We don’t want any trouble.” Joel said, raising his hands. I copied his movements. “We don’t either, friend. But see, this territory is ours, and we’ve been livin’ off of that gas station for a couple weeks now, so I’d say we have dibs.” The guy said in an obnoxiously condescending tone. Air puffed through my nose as I tried to hold in a mocking laugh. His eyes shot to me, “What’s so funny, sugar?” His tone slightly lowered. I shook my head and kept my eyebrow raised in judgment at him, “Nothing, friend.” He placed his hands on his hips and pushed them towards me, “That’s what I thought. Knew a good lookin’ girl like you’d know not to disrespect a man like me.” I could feel Joel’s anger rising just the same as mine, but I kept cool. “And what kind of a man are you, sir?” I asked before stepping forward, and letting my eyes travel up and down his frame. My tactic of making him insecure was clearly working when he answered, “The kind who ain’t afraid to hit a lady. What with gender equality and all.” I balled my fists up and couldn’t control myself any longer. My knee connected with his crotch, and he doubled over momentarily before grabbing my shoulders and throwing me to the ground. By this time, the other guy that had been hiding had beelined for Joel and the two were in hand to hand combat. I yelped as my back made contact with the hard concrete and the wind was knocked out of me. The man stood above me with a menacing grin. I scrambled to get back to my feet but the heel of his boot was planted on my abdomen. “Look at you. Like a stuck little bird.” He taunted. I tried to roll out from under his foot, but as I turned to my stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. I tried to kick and thrash, hoping he would drop me, but his grip was too strong. I heard Joel hollering after him but he was in a chokehold. “Let fucking go of me.” I shouted. “Can’t just yet, baby. Gotta teach you a little lesson about keeping your mouth shut.” He dragged me behind the gas station. A sickening feeling of dread filled my body as I realized what the man’s plan was. He threw me to the ground and kept his body on top of mine. 

          I shrieked and squirmed, trying to make this process as hard as possible for him. He became frustrated and raised his fist before bringing it down into my side. Agonizing pain spread up through my rib cage. My head flew back upon impact and my vision went blurry. I’d begun to accept my fate, but was incredibly relieved when a bullet pierced through the man’s skull and his body dropped to reveal a wild-eyed Joel. He practically ripped the man off of me and knelt down, “Did he-“ I cut him off, “No. Thank you.” I breathed. He let out a breath of relief and helped me to my feet. I winced at the pain in my side, but insisted it was nothing. 

           “Should’ve just let me handle it.” Joel grumbled as we walked off. “Negotiating wastes time. Would’ve been easier just to shoot ‘em.” I argued. “Wasn’t wasting ammo over some hicks. Next time, you let me do the talkin’.” He said sternly. “Not like you were the one who ended up behind a gas station getting your clothes torn off.” I mumbled angrily. “Again, wouldn’t have happened if you’d just kept your goddamn mouth shut.” Joel turned and stood, causing me to almost run into him. “You’re just like them.” I grunted. “Excuse me?” He said, his eyes squinting with astonishment. “You think of me as a small, weak thing. Just like they do. Telling me to shut my mouth, to obey you, and follow your lead.” I said, my voice wavering as tears of frustration threatened to fall. He breathed deeply through his nose and pressed his lips together, “Don’t you ever say that. I have done everything in my power to keep you alive and be respectful towards you.” He seethed. “Respectful?” I questioned, my voice filled with disbelief, “Telling me to shut my mouth is respectful? Barely talking to me and treating me like a piece of cargo is respectful?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t have to take you with me on this trip. I could have damn well told Abe to fuck off and gone off on my own. Would have been a hell of a lot easier, but I chose to do the right thing for once. All I asked was for you to follow my direction so we don’t get ourselves killed. I’m already doing my part. I don’t owe you friendly conversation, or emotional support.” He lamented. I stood there staring at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry for experiencing all of that shit and having a human reaction to it. I’m sorry I haven’t yet become jaded and calloused by the shitstorm that the world is like you have. But just like no one forced you to bring me with you, no one is forcing you to be my emotional support. You could have left me sobbing on the ground, I would have snapped out of it at some point, but you chose to comfort me. As for friendly conversation, we’re spending months together. Would it be such a bad thing to build some kind of trust? I promise I’m not trying to be a burden, or to cause more issues. I’m trying to get to my brother just like you are. It’s not my fault shit keeps happening to us.” He kept his eyes on the ground, “I know. I didn’t mean to blame you. I just… I was worried he was gonna..” He stumbled over his words. “Well if we’re not getting invested in each other you don’t need to care about that. We agreed to just get out of things alive and move on.” I said sternly before continuing to walk in front of him. I trudged along but my body flew to the ground when my foot got caught on something. “Shit. A trip wire. Get up!” Joel yelled and grabbed my backpack to lift me off the ground. I stumbled, but got to my feet and ran as fast as possible.      

       Trees whizzed past as Joel and I raced through the woods, trying to get whoever was after us off of our trail. “Don’t go straight, zig-zag!” Joel called out as he veered around trees and rocks behind me. The impact of the ground caused the�� pain in my ribs to spread across my chest, laboring my breathing even more. Joel must’ve heard my wheezing because he reassured me, “Just a minute more and we’ll probably have cleared ‘em.” I nodded, not having enough air to answer. We came to a clearing and Joel slowed down, leaning over to rest his hands on his knees. I did the same, but as I tried to catch my breath, my vision was blurring again. This time I wasn’t able to shake it, and felt myself collapse to the ground. Joel’s voice calling out my name sounded far away as I lost consciousness. 

I woke up to a figure leaning over me and slapping my face gently. My name fell off of his lips followed by “Stay with me. C’mon.” I blinked, trying to regain my vision. Joel’s face became clear and I looked around. We were in a room. The walls were wooden logs stacked on top of each other, and the familiar musk of a cabin filled my nose. “Where are we?” I asked groggily. Joel handed me my canteen before explaining, “We’re in a cabin. Not far from where you collapsed on me.” I took a swig and put the cap back on while swallowing the warm, yet refreshing liquid. “Damn. I don’t remember walking here.” I grunted as I sat up, my side filling with the same searing pain that had knocked me unconscious. Joel shook his head, “You didn’t.” I shot him a questioning look, “You carried me?” My cheeks reddened at the thought of his arms wrapped around me, bearing my dead weight. I should have been embarrased, but to my dismay, I’d found it the slightest bit attractive. “Yeah. Not far. Just wanted to get us out of sight.” He explained. “Sorry you had to do that. And thank you.” I said. He just nodded and turned his attention to his backpack. “Joel?” His eyes shifted up to look at me again. “I’m sorry I compared you to one of them.” I said sheepishly as I played with the cuffs of my sweatshirt, “You’re nothing like them, and that was a really shitty dig. You’ve done a lot for me already, more than you’ve needed to. So thank you.” He kept his eyes on me and pressed his lips together before giving me a slight nod, then stood up from the side of the bed I was laid on and began to walk towards the door. “You’re still an asshole though, just in a different way.” I teased. He stopped in his tracks and turned to glance at me once more. I swore I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile. “Get some rest.” His gravelly voice commanded before he disappeared into the hallway. I laid my head down onto the soft pillow, and fell asleep with a slight smile on my face. 

I woke up drenched in sweat. The room was darker than before, signifying that it was late into the night. I was pretty sure I’d woken myself up screaming, so I tried to slow the heaving of my chest by taking slower breaths, but the images of my gored brother continued to flash in my mind. I whimpered and smashed my head into my pillow, attempting to beat the irrational fears out of my mind. None of my usual tactics worked, and I realized I wasn’t getting back to sleep, so I painfully sat up and stood up off the bed. I opened the door slowly, avoiding the inevitable creaks from the old hinges. The hallway was dimly lit by the moonlight shining in through a large window at the end of it. It was propped open slightly, and the wind rippled through the thin fabric that was draped across it. I continued to explore the small cabin, and looked for another place to try and clear my thoughts. As I turned a corner, I jumped about four feet off of the ground and screamed bloody murder as I came face to face with a tall figure. “Shhhhhh it’s me.” Joel’s voice pierced through my panicked shrieks and his hands wrapped around my fists that I’d been blindly throwing around. “Fuck, Joel. What are you doing?” I breathed. I was relieved to know it was just him but also pissed that he would sneak up on me like that. “Findin’ out what the fuck you’re doin’.” He snapped back. “I couldn’t sleep. Was just finding a place to clear my mind.” I explained, still catching my breath from the fright. I leaned my back against the wall. “I see. This about Sam and Henry?” He asked. I sighed, “My brother. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it.” I said as I pushed up off of the wall and began to walk back towards my room. 

         “I ain’t sleepin’ either.” Joel said, stopping me in my tracks. Another peace offering. “Hmm. Too bad you ain’t keen on friendly conversation.” I said, mocking his southern twang. “Doesn’t have to be friendly. Could just be conversation.” He said in a suggestive tone. That was the first hint of charisma I’d ever experienced from him. It pulled a slight chuckle from my lips, and I subconsciously walked towards him. “You mean you’re willing to engage with me for more than five minutes and about something that’s not a travel plan?” I asked, hiding the excitement in my voice behind sarcasm. “We’ll see how much of it I can take.” He mumbled. We were not only having a casual conversation but were, dare I say, flirting? 

          I plopped into the couch that had been pushed up against the front window of the cabin. Joel sat back into the chair across the room, sipping something from a glass. I perked up, “Is that?” I asked. He nodded and offered me the glass. “Where did you find it?” I asked again as I accepted it from him. “Took a bottle from Bill and Frank’s reserve. The bottle’s gone. It was back in the truck, but I had some left in my flask.” He explained. “Oh… I won’t drink your last few sips then.” I said, holding it out for him to take it back. “Nah… you need it more than me.” He said waving me away with his hand. I hesitated at first, making sure he was serious, and then took a swig. There was about a sip left and I insisted he take it back. He obliged. 

“What makes you think I need it more than you?” I asked, licking the remaining sweetness off of my lips. He thought for a moment, mulling his words around his brain, then spoke, “You were havin’ nightmares.” I nodded. “Bout what?” He asked, his tone staying monotonous so as to not expose his curiosity. I sighed and turned my head, regretting the fact that I’d agreed to talk to him. I’d wanted to continue to throw his words back into his face, but even he was going against his previous statements now. I was breaking him down, brick by brick. 

“It’s a recurring one. My brother getting ripped apart by clickers. It’s the ugliest death possible, so of course my brain would decide it should be the focus of my dreams.” I said sarcastically. Joel just nodded, taking in my words. “I don’t know why that’s the one. I’ve gone through so much other shit that could easily be in my nightmares. Why am I dreaming about that specifically?” I lamented. “Cus that’s the thing you’re most afraid of.” Joel answered, “Simple as that.” I clenched my jaw, “Guess so. What do you dream about?” I asked. He swirled the last sip of the whiskey around in the glass before gulping it down and saying, “Don’t dream much these days.”   

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[zablife]

Jealous of Your Love

Jack Nelson x wife reader

Summary: Jack becomes possessive over his wife after Sir Oswald Mosley flirts with her during a business meeting. He is unaware that his wife has unresolved jealousy issues of her own.

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted to know how Jack would react to Mosley flirting with his wife and then she admits she feels equally jealous when he meets with his mistress.

Warnings: language, mention of cheating

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Nelson. My fiancé so enjoyed your company at tea yesterday. She said you were an immaculate dresser, but she didn’t tell me you were quite this lovely in person,” Sir Mosley said as you entered the drawing room of his estate. Jack’s jaw clenched at the sound of your name in his mouth. He didn’t care for the devilish smile he was giving you and he pulled you into his side possessively. Your eyes darted to his as his fingers pressed into your hip sharply. You tried not to grimace in discomfort, but your husband’s iron like grip was going to bruise if he didn’t let you go soon.

When Sir Mosley and Mr. Shelby had crossed the room, you leaned into your husband and whispered, “Jack, you’re hurting me,” and he let go, but still kept close to you as you took a seat near the fireplace. 

He immediately claimed the seat next to you, spreading his legs wide, touching his knee to yours and draping a hand over your thigh casually. You knew he wanted to seem impervious to these English bastards, but you knew better. He was staking his claim.

The other men were ogling you and that was surely sending him into a frenzy. If he could have fucked you right there over the sofa, he surely would have to prove to the two gentleman that you were his and his alone.

As the meeting got underway, you sipped the champagne you’d been given when you arrived. Jack’s eyes darted back to yours frequently during the conversation watching your lips touch the rim of the glass and you wondered if his mind was on business at all. When you had drained your glass, Mr. Shelby offered to get you another, but Jack leaped to his feet to fill your glass instead. 

When negotiations resumed Jack began making aggressive demands of his new business partners. You wondered if he wasn’t being impolite. Although you didn’t think your hosts would notice as they already felt all Americans were ill-bred and pushy. 

When it came time to leave, you stood, slowly straightening your skirt as Jack shook hands with Oswald and Thomas. The men approached you as well to wish you a good day. Sir Mosley took your hand in his to lightly place a kiss upon your gloved hand. “It was my pleasure,” he said holding your gaze a moment too long for your comfort. 

“The pleasure was all mine, Sir Mosley. Thank you for the invitation,” you had replied politely. You noticed his lips curl up in a smile that showed his teeth and he looked as though he might bite into your tender flesh if you hadn’t pulled away quickly.

Mr. Shelby wasn’t much better. While he didn’t smile, he did look you up and down as though he were undressing you with his piercing blue eyes. You had to take a step back to stand slightly behind Jack for him to look away. 

As you hid your face in your husband’s arm, he ushered you out to the waiting car muttering under his breath, “Jesus Christ, what a couple of horny assholes.” You had giggled at that comment because while you were thinking it as well, you would never have said it out loud and certainly not in that language.

As you drove back to the hotel, you knew something was on Jack’s mind. He silently stared out the window on the way back to the hotel in a brooding way that told you not to disturb his thoughts. You wondered if it was the business deal. Perhaps he felt he hadn’t gotten everything he wanted. Then you began to wonder if you had been a hindrance to his negotiations.

Jack continued his torturous silence when you reached your suite upstairs. You thought he was intent on sulking all night, so you removed your hat and gloves and kicked off your shoes, eager to have a long, hot bath. 

Jack had other intentions. He pulled you close to him in that same bruising grip he had employed earlier and pulled your chin up harshly to meet his gaze, “What the hell was that, y/n?” 

“What are you talking about, Jack?” You replied, confused by his sudden change of mood.

“I mean telling Mosley it was a pleasure. You want to fuck him?” He said with a growl.

You tried to pull away from your husband in anger, but his grip only tightened further like a vice and his fingers sunk into your cheeks until he was pushing your lips together. You shook your head as best you could before he threw your head away.

“God, Jack, what’s gotten into you? I was only being polite to your business partners,” you said trying to catch your breath.

Jack ran his hands up and down your body hungrily as he asserted, “You’re my wife though, y/n, mine,” he said emphasizing the last word to be sure you heard him.

“Who else would I belong to, baby?” You asked softly, knowing he needed nothing more than a little reassurance when he got like this. “I love you so much. You’re the only man I’d ever want,” you said placing your hands on his face gently to ground him in the truth you were speaking.

You felt his body relax at your touch and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath in. When he opened them he looked at you intently as he began, “Don’t know what I would do without you, angel. If one of those bastards ever laid a hand on you, I’d…”

As you felt his fists clench at his sides, you cut him off saying,”You’d kill them. I know, sweetheart, but you don’t have to worry about that.”

Jack leaned down to place a searing kiss to your waiting lips. You returned his passion before pulling away slowly. There was something you needed him to know and now was the best time to illustrate your point.

“Jack, the way you feel now, the indignation, the rage…Baby, that’s how I feel when you’re with her.” You didn’t need to say her name, Jack knew you meant his mistress. “You think I don’t feel what you do? Sometimes I want to kill somebody too,” you said looking down, suddenly afraid now that you’d spoken up about your long-held grudge. It wasn’t that you minded a quick fuck from a whore. You knew he was a man with insatiable needs. You took issue with the woman he’d been seeing regularly for six months, leaving you alone and upset too many nights to count. He knew you knew, but it was an unspoken thing between you…until now.

Jack swallowed harshly, breaking away from you to fix himself a drink. “Jack, did you hear me? I don’t want you to see her anymore. I’m begging you,” you said firmly, tears forming in your eyes as you realized how you truly felt, a mix of pride for speaking up and fear of rejection lingering in your mind. You held your breath waiting for your husband to turn from the bar. When he did, he slammed his glass down and crossed the room in long, even steps. 

He loomed over you holding up his left hand. For a moment you wondered if he was angry enough to strike you, but then you noticed a look of vulnerability in his eyes. “You see this?” He asked. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to see, Jack,” you said with a sigh.

He tried to remove his wedding ring and it didn’t budge. He couldn’t get it past his knuckle. “You see? It does’t come off. Not for her, not for anybody. I haven’t taken it off since the day we got married, y/n. That means somethin’ to me,” he said approaching you and cradling you to his chest. 

You nuzzled into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as he placed his chin on top of your head. 

“I’m not good at showing it, but I love you. Only you,” he said softly, rubbing circles into your lower back to soothe you. You nodded against him, allowing your mascara to run over his shirt front. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine, sweetheart…forever” he said into your hair. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” you repeated to him in a whisper and in that room, in that moment you did belong to each other completely. 

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[hunnythebee]

Late Nights at 79s

18+ MINORS DNI 18+

Chapter 4: A Late Night

The others finally arrive to your apartment and you learn quickly that Fives isn't the only dominant one.

Explicit - 3.1k words - first person - female reader

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Tags: Reader x Echo, Reader x Fives, Reader x Jesse, Reader x Kix, Reader x Rex, Jedi!Reader, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, the 501st, Coruscant, 79s, poly?ish, kissing, no use of Y/N, no beta (WE DIE LIKE MEN), I tried my best to edit, THIS ONE IS PURE SMUT

WARNINGS and fic below the cut

NO YOUNGLINGS BEYOND THIS POINT

Warnings and Explicit tags: nudity, exhibtionhism, voyeurism, dominant/submissive, sub!reader, choking, uses of terms like (slut and whore), breast fondling, threesome, g@ngbang, vag!nal, an@l, oral m!receiveing, creamp!e, @nal creamp!e, throatp!e, facial, cum play, everyone gets involved, consent is key, aftercare is sexy

Please let me know if I missed anything

Echo stared at me in a way that sent shivers up and down my spine. Kix was smirking at the sight of me in the pale yellow silk robe. Jesse was the first one to speak.

“No need to be so formal, sweetheart,” he stated plainly as he approached me and put his hands on my hips. “We all know why we’re here.”

I inhaled sharply as his fingertips dug into my flesh. My gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and back again. I didn’t understand why I was nervous. Possibly because there were four men standing in my home, all ready and willing to fuck me. 

Hold on. Four? 

I looked around with a look of confusion. Jesse laughed, grabbing my chin lightly and bringing my focus back to him.

“What? Is four not enough?” He smirked.

My eyes widened at his bluntness earning a chuckle from him in response. 

“I’m just kidding. Rex wishes he could have been here, but he’s got an early start tomorrow.” Jesse leaned in close to my ear, “but he said that he’ll just have to make up for it some other time and to give you this.” 

Jesse pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that made me weak in the knees. He broke away with the biggest grin. I glanced around the room to see how the others reacted to that. Echo was standing just behind Jesse, Fives and Kix were right behind me. All the men were smirking with a fire in their eyes. The same fire sparked inside me and all my nerves burned away into excitement. I licked my lips and spun around in Jesse’s grip so I could face the two men behind me. My ass pressed against Jesse and I could feel him getting harder by the second. I leaned my head back against his chest and locked on to Kix. I gestured for him to come closer, beckoning him with the motion of a single finger. He did as I asked and I draped my arms over his shoulders, pulling him into me and effectively trapping myself between the two clones.

Kix's hands found my neck and trailed up into my hair. He laced his fingers into my crown and brushed his lips teasingly against mine. So light that I wasn't entirely sure he had touched them at all. I let out an involuntary whimper.

Jesse leaned down into my ear, while Kix continued to tease me with the possibility of kisses.

“What is it? Do you want him to kiss you? Want to feel his lips on yours with my cock pressed against your ass?” Jesse’s words made my mind go numb and the overpowering need crept back in. I nodded in agreement to his words.

Kix pulled at my hair lightly and spoke so close to my lips that he brushed them with every syllable, “Use your words.”

My eyes rolled back and I shut them as I moaned again from the tension on my scalp.

“Yes…” I moaned. 

Jesse’s hand snaked up my body and to my throat, he grasped it with gentle pressure as he growled into my ear, “Yes…who?” 

A chill ran through my body. I’m not sure when he did, but Fives had somehow told them. Regardless, I was glad he did.

“Yes, sir.”

Kix finally pressed his lips to mine. He was slow, deep, methodical. He worked me open, licking at my lips lightly, and without even realizing it I had given into him completely. Moaning into his mouth as he explored and tasted every bit of mine, our tongues dancing around each other. He lulled me into a trance, and I would have completely forgotten about the surrounding men. 

I would have, if not for Jesse kissing my neck and grinding against my ass as he whispered, “That’s a good girl. Such a good little Jedi slut.”

My eyes flew open and my mouth froze. I locked eyes with Fives. He took a step forward, clearing his throat. “We hadn’t discussed talk like… that yet. She may not be into it,” he warned.

I appreciated Fives’ concern with my boundaries, but my reaction hadn't been from them being crossed. In fact it had been quite the opposite. Kix had pulled back from the kiss when I had frozen, and Jesse’s grip was loosening around my neck. I mentally cursed myself for what I was about to do, but in all honesty, I didn’t care anymore. I reached out with the force and wrapped Jesse’s hand back around my neck with even more pressure than before. I shot Fives a sultry look that said everything he needed to know as I bit my lower lip and moaned.

“Mmm… I think she likes it, don’t you Fives?” Jesse said with the same air of cockiness that Fives had.

“I want to hear her say it.” He commanded indirectly. The fact that they were talking about me and not to me should have pissed me off, but instead it was making me unbelievably wet.

“Well?” Kix probed. “Tell us what you want.”

My brain felt as if it had completely melted, but I managed to stutter out, “W–want to be your good little J–jedi slut, sir.”

I was too lost in my own arousal to notice the shift in the room. The men circled me like hungry wolves, their eyes alight with desire. 

Jesse's voice hummed in my ear, "Look at them. Look how badly they want you. Feel how badly I want you." He finally released me and I stood at the center of the small circle. 

I spun slowly, taking in the face of every clone I had invited in. A wave of confidence washed over me. These men were here for me, wanting me, craving me. I smirked at the thought. 

I took the hands of Kix and Jesse, guiding them down the hallway towards my bedroom. Fives and Echo followed close behind. The door slid open to reveal my modest room, stark yet warm. I didn't have much in the way of decorations, but the massive bed and floor to ceiling windows made up for it.

I guided them over to the foot of my bed and that was the end of my control. Jesse slipped from my grasp and sat on the bed in front of me, his gaze a fire on my skin. Kix pulled me into another kiss while Fives and Echo positioned them at the head of the mattress, content to watch this unfold for now.

Kix broke the kiss off and spun me to face the bed, the three men watching me intently. I felt Kix hands reach for the loose bow on my robe and the fabric slid effortlessly off my body to pool at my feet. I was bare in front of these men, all of them in varying states of undress. Echo was no longer donning his armor plates and had ditched his shirt. Fives was still lounging in the towel he had wrapped around himself after the shower.

Then there was the man directly in front of me. Jesse had removed everything while Kix had been preoccupying me. His hard cock flexed as his hand reached for my waist. My heart hammered in my chest as I let him pull me in. I stood between his open legs as he nipped and sucked at my bare skin, working his way up to tender breasts. 

His hand hooked the back of my knee as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, urging me to straddle his lap. 

I followed his lead and settled down into his lap, the head of his cock pressing against my swollen clit in the process. I whimpered at the contact. Jesse’s attention shifted from one breast to the other and his hand drifted between our bodies. He rubbed his cock through my wetness and I gasped. Jesse released my nipple.

“So wet for us already and we’ve barely even touched her yet. She’s being such a good little slut, don't you agree?” His voice was rough and his words vibrated through my entire body. The two men behind him hummed in agreement but then a voice came from behind me.

“Hmm… such a good girl. How much do you think she can take?” Kix gently wrapped his hand around my neck, gently coaxing my head back so that we made eye contact. Jesse teased my entrance with his tip as he responded, “Not sure, guess we just have to find out.” 

Jesse pressed me down onto his cock, filling me completely. A loud moan escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered shut.

Kix’s hand tightened around my throat, “Ah ah ah, eyes open and on me.” Still adjusting to the stretch of Jesse’s cock, I forced my eyes open. Kix looked different than he had before, he was composed and domineering with a look in his eyes hungrier than any of the others. 

“Good little Jedi,” he said with a slight smirk. I was hypnotized, and then Jesse thrusted. My eyes wanted to shut, but I did as I was told and remained as I was for Kix. Jesse began to drive up into me, hitting the right spot with every stroke.

“Fuck, her pussy feels amazing. So warm and tight. You need to try her Kix.” Jesse sounded intoxicated as he continued to thrust into me, my moans nearly drowning out his voice. 

Kix had my head in his hands, watching my face contort with pleasure, but my eyes never  left his. 

“You enjoy her for now, I want to watch her cum first.” 

His blunt confession caused my pussy to flutter around Jesse, making him curse and thrust even deeper. I was a mess of moans and cursing now, and Kix was devouring every moment of it. 

I felt Jesse lay back beneath me and his cock shifted to a different angle inside me. I wasn't going to last long in this position. His thrusts were slower and more deliberate now, but that's exactly what I needed.

“Gonna… fuck… ‘m gonna cum…” I managed.

“You cum when I tell you to,” commanded Kix. “Understood?”

My whole body was tense in anticipation of the release but I listened and nodded, “Yes…”

“Yes…?”

“Yes…Sir.” 

“Good girl, just a little longer.” 

Jesse had me right there, right on the edge. My whole body was shaking and I wanted so badly to give in, but something deep inside me craved to follow Kix’s orders. Jesse’s thrusts were perfect, every stroke was everything my body craved. I could hear Jesse beneath me, moaning and cursing as he sunk into me. I wanted to look. I wanted to see his pleasure, but again. Kix’s orders held me in place. Frozen and in a continuous state of near-release.

“Please… please sir… please I want to cum. I need to. I… can't hold-” I was cut off by my own moans. Kix's eyes flashed wickedly as he watched me unraveling beneath him. Without breaking eye contact, he finally commanded it.

“Cum.”

Just one word and my whole world melted. My orgasm ripped through my body, knocking the air out of my lungs. My eyes rolled back, breaking from his finally.

“Such a beautiful Jedi slut when you cum like that,” Kix praised as he released my neck.

 I collapsed forward onto Jesse’s chest, my eyes closed and my body trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Jesse had stopped pumping halfway through to give me a moment to breathe. Jesse's thick arms wrapped around me and held me tight against him. His cock still buried in me, no one moved.

A few still moments passed and Jesse whispered quietly in my ear, “Are you okay?”

I lifted my head from his chest, and finally looked into Jesse’s eyes. A look of relief painted his face when he saw mine.

My eyes were heavy and I felt like I was on the strongest spice in the galaxy but I was beaming at him. The biggest, dopiest grin.

“I've never been better.” I answered. A tension in the room I hadn't noticed before, released. 

I felt Kix’s hand gently massage my back, “I knew she could handle it.” 

Fives and Echo shot him a look that I couldn't see.

Jesse chuckled, “I know we can… be a little intense. We don't cut loose like this all the time though.”

I sat up and stared down at Jesse, “Maybe we should change that.” 

My words were punctuated by a roll of my hips. I watched in satisfaction as Jesse’s eyes rolled back. I shifted again and a guttural groan erupted from deep within his chest, his jaw clenching as he attempted to keep his composure.

I looked to Fives and Echo as a grinded against Jesse a third time. They had long since abandoned any semblance of clothing and were now palming themselves slowly, taking in the show that was being put on at the foot of the bed. I was about to make a suggestion when my thought was interrupted by Kix’s gentle kisses along the back of my neck.

Jesse had reclaimed control and was guiding my hips on him. Kix kissed a trail along my neck to my ear and gently whispered as he gripped my hair in a fist. 

“Give him a kiss and thank him for letting you cum on his cock.” Kix commanded as he bent me back over so that I was face to face with Jesse. As soon as our lips met,  we melted together. Kissing Jesse was intoxicating to say the least, tasting of breath mints and whiskey. I had almost lost myself completely in the kiss, but I managed to break away to whimper against his lips.

“Th-thank you for letting me cum o-on your cock.”

And then I was lost in him again, the feeling of his mouth against mine and his cock inside me was overwhelming. I was pulled from my haze when I felt a second cock rub up against me from behind. It was Kix.

Jesse moved from my lips to my ear and asked in a low voice, “which hole?”

I whimpered my answer, my voice too weak for Kix to hear. 

“Which one did our slut pick?” Kix asked in anticipation, rubbing the head from one entrance to the other. 

“She chose ass,” responded Jesse.

Kix hummed excitedly as he pressed a thumb inside of the untouched hole. “Is that so?”

I moaned into the crook of Jesse’s neck as the new stimulation was added to my pleasure. Jesse slowed his thrusts, pacing with Kix. He was working me open carefully, delicately, so slowly I began to beg.

“Please… please I need you so bad. Fuck my ass Sir. Please please ple-” the last plea was interrupted by the head of his cock stretching me out. Jesse stilled his thrusts as Kix sank into my ass. I felt as if I couldn't breathe, the pleasure immeasurable. Never had I felt so full in my life. Kix bottomed out, his pelvis flush against my ass. 

“We’ll start slow,” he assured me as he began to pull out for the first thrust. I winced and whimpered, adjusting to the feeling. Already missing the feeling of him inside. He thrusted, filling me once more. A guttural, primal moan escaped my lips.

“My turn,” proclaimed Jesse as he resumed his thrusts. The pair of them fucking into me caused my mind to go completely blank. I was a mess of moans and pleas. Jesse’s arms wrapped around my waist and Kix gripped my hips. Both progressively picked up pace, eventually matching up with their tempo and speed. There was nothing else. Just them and me. And then there was a third pair of hands.

My head was lifted by the gentle hand of the first man. The one I had started my night with. Echo.

“Open that pretty little mouth for me,” he ordered. I did exactly as he asked, nice and wide. He tapped his tip against my tongue and I sucked him in. Echo’s hand fisted my hair as he began to fuck my mouth. I did what I could, but being as cock-drunk as I was it wasn't much. Every hole was filled. Jesse in my pussy. Kix in my ass. Echo in my mouth. 

My orgasms had blurred together at this point, my body was weak and trembling as these men pumped into me. 

Jesse began to grunt and moan much louder than before beneath me, his thrusts getting needier and more erratic.

“Fuck… gonna cum… feels so good… ahh” Jesse released inside my pussy. He peppered my breasts with soft kisses as he softened. Echo pulled himself from my mouth and shifted so Jesse could climb out from underneath me.

Kix took this opportunity to pull me flush to his chest and thrust up into my ass with reckless abandon. The new angle caused a whole new wave of pleasure to crash over me. He held my throat with one hand and touched my cum soaked pussy with the other.

“Look at them. This is what you’ve done to us.” I opened my eyes to see Fives and Echo excitedly stroking themselves while Jesse was coming down from his release. 

“Make them cum for you my good little whore.” Kix bent me back over and I took Echo back into my mouth. I worked him with my mouth till I felt him tense up and then I thrusted him deep down my throat, allowing all his cum run down into my stomach.

Echo fell back onto the bed and was replaced by Fives. He knelt in front of my face, moments from his release he merely commanded 

“Stick out your tongue.”

My mouth and face were painted in his cum, hot and sticky. I took what made it into my mouth and swallowed, not breaking eye contact.

Finally it was Kix’s turn. He pressed my face down into the mattress creating an arch. He moaned and pounded into my ass, several long hard strokes and he was gone. He spilled inside me and pulled out, but instead of falling onto the bed beside me he stood behind me for a moment longer. Any cum that dripped out he pushed back in with his thumb. 

“You keep that inside you, understood?”

All I could manage was a small nod.

“Good girl,” and with that he was beside me.

I was scooped into his arms and held against his bare chest. I could hardly open my eyes but I could feel everyone caring for me. Hands massaging my legs or caressing my hair. A warm wet towel cleaning my body. Kisses on my cheek and forehead.

I hadn't planned on it but I drifted off to sleep that way. Not a care in the world, and doted on by the men I had brought home with me.

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[damn-stark]

Part 4 The offer

Part 4 of The Lion and The Dragon

A/N- ;) enjoy, I liked writing this part

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!fem-reader

Warning- Angst! language, forced marriage, slow burn, mentions of injuries and blood, VIOLENCE, grimy men.

Episode- takes place before 1x08

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“You know what I’m thinking that this may not be a great idea,” Nyra murmurs and gets closer to you the more you continue to walk down the Street of Steel.

You scoff and brush off your friend. “Do not worry, Nyra nothing will happen, we will be quick.” You come to a stop in front of a steel shop to look at the armor on display.

Nyra clings onto your arm and keeps a lookout as you gaze around. “You should’ve brought Ser Erwin,” she hisses. “Or your uncle. Or Prince Aemond!”

You roll your eyes and move deeper into the shop. “I told you hundreds of times already he didn’t want to come, so I came myself. They won’t even notice that we’re gone…at least he won’t. Besides, ser Erwin and my uncle would have told on us. No fun in that.”

“No fun in getting kidnapped or assulated,” she remarks.

You sigh and pat her arm and walk further inside, catching the attention of the owner this time.

“What are you ladies browsing for? Something for your husbands?”

You huff and stop by an eye catching shiny thin silver sword. “Not quite,” you retort. “More for a warrior.”

“Warrior?” Nyra mutters to herself.

The owner comes close but keeps his distance. “Have you got measurements? What are you in for? I got long swords, short swords, and daggers. Even nice pretty ones for the ladies if that’s what you are into.”

You tilt your head and hum. “How much would it cost to get a golden lion pommel?”

The man shifts his feet and puts his hand on his hip. “Gold?”

“Hm.”

“How much do you have?”

You sigh. “I am not looking to get swindled, sir, so please be honest or I am happy to move along.”

The man lets out a deep breath and falls at your side to look at the same sword you’re fixated on. “It all depends on the size and design. Is this for you?” He tries to glance at your face but you make sure to tilt your head away. “I am the best shop on the Street of Steel, so it won’t come cheap.”

“Really?” You scoff and smirk. “That is what every shop has told me. What differs you from them?”

“First quality, this is the finest metal you will see in all of Westeros,” he tries to sell his material, but you’re not interested anymore. “I don’t collect my silver from just any mountain top, I collect…”

You tune him out and slowly begin to turn away to head out without a thing. “Right,” you cut him off. “Well what a lovely sword you have, I will return if I cannot find another.”

The man chases you out to keep trying to sway you. “You will not find any better than mine!”

You wave. “Good day sir!” You guide Nyra further down the street and this time she tries to pull back.

“No, we are far enough we are drifting to unknown streets—”

“Would the lovely ladies want to see their future?” An old woman offers and actually sparks your attention.

Yet Nyra pulls you away. “She will just steal our money. My mother said all the real witches don’t work in such public domains.”

You look over and see her smile smugly before she goes serious again when you turn to a more ominous street.

“Stop, let's turn back, you have got your weapons, some very pretty silks and dresses, we need to head back.” She urges in fear.

You stop and turn to face her and grab her hands. “Nyra, this is just a shortcut to the Street of Flour.” You offer her a gentle smile and squeeze her hands. “I want to get your strawberry pastries for accompanying me today. That is it and we can leave.”

Nyra licks her lips and averts her gaze to think about your suggestion for a moment. “You do not even know your way through the castle halls,” she snips. “But,” she sighs. “Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you. You are the one who will get fed to the dragon.”

You grin and let go of her to turn and continue down the ominous street. “Why is it that you always think I will get fed to the Prince’s dragon?” You remark.

Nyra gasps. “Because he owns a beast, and I have heard that the last woman he bed he fed to his dragon. That’s why he did not take a wife until you came along.”

You giggle and shake your head. “That is absurd. Who said such a thing?”

Nyra goes quiet and smiles mischievously. “I heard from a bird or two.” She shrugs.

You look at her quite confused for a second since she was not really one to keep the sources of her gossip a secret, but you’re quick to brush off your curisoty the futher you walk down the street and see too many curious eyes and malicious smiles.

Meanwhile, Aemond from the castle wasn’t easy to brush off your attitude after he turned down your offer to go to the markets. He hardly knew you to suspect if you would actually leave without permission or not, but he just needed to make sure considering you had already obviously lied to him.

Yet when he finally reached the outside of your room, the Golden Knight was standing at his post outside your door. When the Knight saw Aemond approach he stood up straight by the door and didn’t say a thing, he let Aemond knock.

However, there was no response so he knocked again. And once again there was silence from your side.

“Where is my wife Ser?” Aemond asks and only partially acknowledges the Knight.

Ser Erwin keeps his eyes ahead and answers all he knows. “The Lady’s handmaiden entered early in the morning, neither have left since, my Prince.”

Aemond hums and knocks a third time but doesn’t announce himself, he just waits for a second before he opens the door and walks in himself.

When he walks in though he instantly takes notice of your neatly done bed. There’s no smell of lavender, roses and apple essence like when you were usually inside your room. There weren't any breakfast plates, or a chatty handmaiden. Your room was empty.

“Knight!” Aemond calls, and the Knight quickly rushes in. “Where is she?” Aemond demands to know and swiftly turns on his heels to face the Knight with fury. “Where is my wife?!”

Ser Erwin glances around the room and just looks confused. “I swear I do not know my prince, the Lady has not walked out of her room.”

Aemond glares at the Knight and begins to approach him. “There is only one door in this bloody room, either you stop lying for her, or I will cut out your tongue.”

Ser Erwin clenches his jaw and holds the Prince's gaze. “I swear to the gods I do not know where the Lady went. She must have gone out the window.”

Aemond sighs deeply and turns to storm towards your balcony, but doesn’t notice anything by the walls, or any rope. Not like he needed to know now, he’d get the information out of you, as of now all he cared about was finding you. And he had an idea where you had gone.

“Come,” he orders the Knight as he turns to stride out of the room. “We are going to find my missing wife.”

——

“See,” you nudge Nyra as you walk out of the bakery. “We’re all done, we’re going home now.”

Nyra clenches her jaw and huffs out of her nose. “We still have to make it to the castle.” She keeps her eyes peeled and doesn’t stray too far from your side.

You sigh and try to make her feel more comfortable on your walk back to the castle. “I thought you’d be happy about this adventure given that my dear husband might catch me and have to scold me. Meaning we’ll be close.”

Nyra shakes her head. “Nope, you thought wrong because it’s my career on the line. And you as well.”

“Don’t worry about your career,” you assure her. “If anything happens I will blame myself. And besides he can’t fire you, nor can anyone else, you’re my handmaiden, the decision falls to me. You’re my responsibility.”

Nyra grabs your arm as you both turn into a more ominous street and counters you. “Except if the Prince or the Queen think I am a bad influence on you. And let's not forget your uncle too!”

You shake your head and ignore the people catcalling you both. “My uncle may carry the Lannister name but he will not force you home, not if I have anything to say about it. And,” you smirk. “I’ve always been his favorite, I’m his sweet spot.”

“Not like he has much of a choice.” Nyra retorts sassily. “Between you and the five nightmares back home.”

You exhale deeply and come up with another response to try and comfort her worries, but then some one creeping from behind interrupts you.

“The respectful courtesy after a compliment is a thank you.”

Nyra claws her nails into your skin, but you just pat her hand and walk faster to try and get out of the street quicker.

“Where are you two beauties off to in such a hurry? The lad was just trying to be nice.” Someone new adds in a menacing tone.

Regardless of how they sound, or the fact that they keep following you, you continue to ignore them and keep walking.

“Please stay, we will show you a great time,” a third man says.

You draw in a deep breath, and clench your jaw as you sigh. You’re about to turn to a more public and louder street but then one of the three men grab your hand and pull you back, causing Nyra’s grip to slip off you.

“I said stay,” the first man says and bores his deep brown eyes in your face.

You scoff and yank your hand away from his grip and snap back. “You will not want to touch me again, sir.”

“Why?” The second man taunts you. “Are we not pretty enough?” He steps closer to Nyra and licks his lips as he smirks.

You step towards her and grab her wrist to pull her behind you. “If you know what is best for you, you will go on about your day.” You narrow your gaze and slowly begin to hide your other hand behind you to begin reaching for a dagger Nyra was pulling out of one of the bags she carries.

“Says who?” The third man laughs. “You? Oh I am shaking in fear.” He scoffs. “Come on now I said let’s have a good time and that’s what we will do.” He lunges towards you to try and take you by force, but you already have your dagger in hand and swing, managing to gash him across his dirty face and causing him to stop and stumble back.

“You fucking cunt!” The man curses as he grabs onto his bleeding face.

You smirk at him and in that moment, to try and catch you off guard, a fourth man jumps out from a closed door and grabs Nyra, but you quickly drop your bags and pull your second hidden dagger hidden within your bracelet and throw it at his hand, causing his grip on Nyra to falter, and letting you use a second dragger to storm over to him and stab his eye.

When he lets go to cry out and reach for his eye, Nyra slips away and steps back as the other three try to surround you.

“Funny thing about men,” you begin to taunt them cockily as you pull out your last dagger and slowly turn to face them. “They never can get their own heads out of their ass to think women are far more capable than they are.” Your smirk deepens as you notice the look of burning anger in their faces as you spoke.

Without a word, the second man screams and charges at you with his long sword, but you are quick to catch what way his swing is going and parry the other way, catching the first man try to startle you, but you quickly raise your daggers and cross them to block the man’s attack.

He gasps. “What the—”

You snicker. “Don’t cream your pants now,” you banter and use your leg to kick him back, and slide under his arm to then grab the side of his face and slam his head into the wall so he can fall unconscious.

“You’ll pay for that!” The second man yells at you before he tries to swing at you again. This time you only block his move before pushing him back and swinging your dagger up to stab his chin. Yet he grabs your wrist and quickly spins you around to press your back against him, and press the edge of his sword against your throat.

“Now that’s a good girl,” he whispers in your ear, blowing in hot and rancid breath against your face.

You clench your jaw and draw in a deep breath you let unfurl out of your nose.

“You’ll be coming with me now,” he continues and suddenly presses the blade closer to your throat, actually managing to cut a bit of your skin. “Come any closer now girl,” he says and turns you both around to face Nyra holding a bloody dagger. “And I will kill her here now.”

Nyra drops the dagger and puts her hands out. “Please,” she pretends to beg. “Please.” She sheds a few tears and begins to kneel. “Take me instead, do not take my Lady.”

The man tilts his head and snickers as he falls for her trick, unknowingly letting his grip on his sword and on you falter. You catch it however and throw your head back, managing to hit his nose and causing him to yell out and let you go.

You then proceed to snatch his own sword and threaten him with it, catching the third man standing idly by still grabbing his face.

“Yield,” you warn the second man. “Or I’ll end your life with your own sword.”

The man lifts his head proudly and doesn’t stand down. “You won’t dare, woman. I am not afriad of you, you weak cunt.” He smirks.

You narrow your eyes on him and snicker. “Don’t worry I won’t take offense, you expect me to act on rage right? I’ve been taught better than to give into a man’s weeping ego.” You twist your hand and the sword. “Yield man.”

The man scowls but he doesn’t give up, instead he stays quiet and just simply gives his answer that way.

“Fine,” you exhale. “I suppose it’s your end.” You pretend to go for his throat but instead you stab the sword into his crotch just so you know he won’t die.

“YOU!” He bellows and falls on his knees as he writhes in pain. “Y—YOU BITCH.”

You raise your head and glare at the third man, but he quickly gets on his knees and just raises his hands so you wouldn't do the same to him.

“You have about let’s say,” you taunt and sheath your daggers. “Maybe ten or five minutes to get that little guy stitched back up.” You walk over to Nyra to make sure she’s okay first. “Then again I doubt it will lift ever again.” You peer back and see him glare at you.

“Are you okay?” You ask Nyra as you face her.

Nyra nods and musters a relieved smile, she parts his lips to speak, but she then catches something behind you and freezes as her eyes widen as if she's just seen a ghost.

“What?” You ask and turn around. That’s when you see Aemond, and Ser Erwin at his side.

Neither man says a thing, Aemond just looks at the man holding onto his bleeding crotch, the other running away, the one unconscious, and the last one lying limp on the ground behind Nyra. A faint and quick smirk does tug on his lips, but he doesn’t let that show when he meets your gaze. No, he looks enraged and even more terrifying.

Yet you don’t fall to your knees or cry, you pick up your things as you hold his gaze and slowly smirk at him with confidence before turning and grabbing Nyra to continue walking home. Now albeit Aemond and Ser Erwin followed.

And surprisingly enough the way to the castle was silent. Sure Ser Erwin wouldn’t say a thing, but Aemond, you defied him, you expect some sort of argument. Instead he stays quiet, he doesn't let his gaze drift to you, he just follows Nyra and you home.

It was making you uneasy.

“If you have something you want to say,” you blurt as you make it in the Red Keep without fuss. “Say it.”

Nyra glances at you nervously, but doesn’t say anything over the way you were abrupt with your comment.

Aemond doesn’t bother to look at you, he just responds dryly. “Not here. You wouldn’t want to cause a scene would you?”

You swallow and clench your jaw, falling silent once again after that, but this time feeling a knot in your stomach as you begin to anticipate the conversation he was willing to save for later.

It was so bad that with each step you took towards your chambers, the worse you felt, to the point it felt like you were going to throw up.

Luckily it didn't happen, but once you did reach your door, Aemond set himself in front of it to block your way in. He looked at Nyra and then at Ser Erwin behind you.

“Ser take the handmaiden to get checked for any wounds.”

You keep your eyes on Aemond and sigh, but you feel Ser Erwin hesitate as did Nyra.

“It’s okay,” you assure them both. “Go.”

Nyra slips her arm away from yours and puts down a bag to curtsy at Aemond before leaving with Ser Erwin, leaving you alone with Aemond now.

“I hope,” he begins to say without animosity as he reaches down for the bags Nyra had set down. “You enjoyed your time at the markets.” He opens the door and lets you walk in first before he follows and closes the door behind him.

“I quite did,” you answer slowly since you anticipate what he wanted to say. “It was nice exploring the streets of Kings Landing. It’s a lot different than home.”

Aemond hums and walks over to the table you walk to and sets the things down at the same time you do. He continues to stay quiet and just watches you. He follows your figure as you walk to a mirror and finally speaks on the matter you’ve been waiting to hear.

“Tell me did you choose to ignore my demand, or is it that you simply forgot?”

You damp a cloth in the bowl of water to begin wiping off the blood that spilled from the thin gash on your throat. “I choose to ignore it,” you admit and feel as if your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

Aemond hums and nods slowly. “Right,” he says under his breath. “In doing so you got assaulted by delinquents, got hurt and got your handmaiden in danger.”

You shrug and brush him off. “I had it under control.”

Aemond scoffs and begins to get annoyed by your attitude. “Is that why you’re cleaning yet another wound?” He says with more frustration. “Because you had it under control?”

You nod and still continue to stay nonchalant, even if in the inside you were completely freaking out. “Yes. I did.”

Aemond huffs out in anger and snaps back at you. “I gave you one simple order. Stay inside! And you completely disobeyed my command!”

Now though, you grow angry too. “<I am not your prisoner!>” You counter in high Valyrian as you throw your cloth down and turn to face him. “<I may be your wife but I am not a prisoner for you to treat me as such!>”

Aemond’s anger falters at the sound of your High Valyrian, and can’t help but stand in disbelief as he looks at you between anger and surprise.

Yet he doesn’t express such feelings, he continues in his anger instead. This time he argues back in High Valyrian as well.

“<I may have to start treating you as one.>”

You blink rapidly and can’t find what to stay as you get caught off guard by his response. Aemond notices and begins to approach you with this menacing and narrowed glare.

“<Do it,” you spat. “I dare you. But just know I will find a way to defy you.” You swallow thickly and stand your ground as he stops inches away from you. “Again and again.>”

Aemond lips curl to a deep set smirk and rebuttals. “Who do you think you are? You are my wife, mine! You will listen to me whether you like it or not.”

You raise your head and lean in closer, causing him to look down at your lips before he holds your gaze.

“Or what?” You spat.

Aemond scoffs and begins to smirk. “You think you’re so mighty you can’t even have a fight without getting hurt. You’re weak.”

“Am I?” You say smugly. “Those four men I just took down don’t think so. Nor does any other man I’ve beat in tourneys.”

“Tourneys?” Aemond scoffs. “Tourneys are only filled with pampered Knights with no real battle experience. And you are nothing more but a spoiled girl pampered by her old Knight.”

You clench your jaw and continue to hold his gaze. “If you think me so weak then teach me. Are you not such a great swordsman, huh? Unless..” you lick your lips and slowly smirk at him. “You’re nothing but a pampered Prince yourself.”

Aemond slightly tilts his head and presses his lips together as he keeps the corner of his lips turned to a sly smirk.

However, he just smirks, he doesn’t say anything in that regard. He hums and steps back before he points to your cut. “You might want to take care of that before it gets infected, or my mother sees later at dinner.” His eyes linger on you a bit longer before he turns and just walks out with nothing said.

He just leaves you with your heart racing, your jaw slightly ajar, and your body ablaze.

——

There was too much left unspoken with Aemond. He left too abruptly, left you thinking too much about him.

It’s not something you liked.

You didn’t enjoy thinking about how close he was when he was angry. How his blue eye pierced into your very soul, or how his smirk made you feel like you wanted nothing more to wipe it off by kissing him.

It was tortoure thinking about him, knowing that he was as menacing as people said, yet not the monster people murmured solely for his appearance and mysterious persona. Then again there is still so much you need to know about him.

“All done,” Nyra tells you and steps to the side, causing you to look up and take a better look at the red and black dress that had recently been made to go more with the Targaryen house colors now that you were married to one of them.

“You look very sexy in black,” Nyra compliments you smugly.

You raise your head and straighten out the single gold Lion pendant that holds elegant and soft low cut black material over your chest. “There’s hardly any gold,” you point out, and carefully feel the soft black long sleeves that felt like soft dragon scales under your fingertips.

Nyra lets out a deep sigh and walks back to you to grab your shoulders and give them a gentle squeeze. “You’re a Targaryen now. You may still have your fathers name, but you’re a Targaryen.”

You drop your gaze and huff. “Still I don’t quite understand why these colors. I mean I like them, but have you not noticed that Aemond and his family wear a lot of green? They all wear different shades, but it’s green nonetheless.”

Nyra leaves your side and adds something to your comment. “Except for Princess Helaena. I haven’t seen her wear green. And your husband wears a lot of black.”

You laugh softly and turn to walk to your vanity and put on your golden rings. “It suits him well with his brooding nature.”

Nyra snickers and nods. “That is right.”

You smile and pick up your lion head ring to put it on with pride. Yet as you see Nyra walk over to help you with your jewelry you frown and change the subject. “Are you sure you’re okay after today's events?”

Nyra meets your gaze and offers you a soft smile as she nods. “I am. I didn’t get hurt at all thanks to you,” she assures you in the Meereenese accent she’s tried hard to hide over the years. “I was just surprised, that's all.”

You sigh with relief and hear a knock rap on your door that makes Nyra rush to it and leave you to talk louder. “And you doubted my skill!”

Nyra scoffs as she opens the door, revealing a single servant girl who stays outside the door.

“I’ve been sent to tell you that dinner will be shortly.” The servant announces.

You offer the servant a gentle smile and nod comprehension. “Thank you…uh…what’s your name, love?”

The servant looks up quite confused, but says her name nonetheless. “Alyssa, my Lady.”

“Thank you, Alyssa. I’ll be there,” you let her know.

Alyssa offers you a genuine smile and bows her head before turning and scurrying off.

Nyra shifts around and faces you with an exaggerated frown. “It’s too bad I cannot go with you to dinner.” She whines.

You smirk at her and don’t wait to begin walking to the door to head out. “Oh I will remember every bit of it just for you my dear.”

When you reach the door Nyra clings onto your arm and walks out with you, letting Ser Erwin close the door. “Oh please do, I want to know everything that was said. I want to know it all even if all there was was awkward silence.”

You turn your head and assure her with a nod.

Nyra sighs and pulls away as you cross the hallway intersection. “Do enjoy yourself my dear, and smile.”

You feign a grin and bow your head. “I will!” You wave at her as she begins to walk backwards to a different hall. “See you later.”

Nyra waves, and when she’s no longer in view your smile slowly begins to fall and your nerves begin to rise.

At least it was noticeable until Ser Erwin began to distract you as he began to walk at your side to address you. “I hope you’re well, my lady? After what happened today I mean.”

You glance over at him and scoff softly before nodding and speaking. “I’m good, I just got a scratch, but that’s nothing compared to how those men were left.”

The corner of Ser Erwin’s lips lift slightly before he picks at your comment. “Was it you that took those men down?”

You hesitate knowing how most men feel over women holding swords, but nod in agreement nonetheless. “Yes, I did.”

His smile falters but he looks at you with slight shock. “That’s…I’ve never met a highborn Lady who wields a weapon.”

You chuckle and nod slowly. “We are a rare finding, but you mustn’t tell. It stays between just you, me and the known party, alright?”

Without hesitation Ser Erwin nods. “Of course,” he assures you with a slight smirk. “But if I may add one last thing. I was quite impressed. Three men down all by yourself, and one so frightened he ran away.”

You meet his gaze and feel your face begin to burn before you smile shyly. “Thank you, Ser.” You swallow thickly and pay attention to the stairs you begin to climb down. “I do hope,” you add in a more serious tone, “that my husband wasn’t too harsh when he found out I wasn’t in my chambers.”

Ser Erwin sighs. “It’s quite alright, the Prince wasn’t as upset with me as I anticipated.”

“Good,” you say as you reach the bottom of the stairs and finally head to the intended hall. “I would have hated to have lost such a good and nice protector.”

Ser Erwin smiles softly and gets quite bold. “And I would have hated having the dishonor to leave your side.”

You blink in disbelief and feel your breath catch in your throat.

It’s just…it was unexpected. His response.

“Uh, thank you,” you say softly and hide your smile as you reach the doors of the hall. Ser Erwin lets his eyes linger on you before the doors are opened, ending up having to leave him behind now to walk in the hall where the Queen, and Helaena already waited.

“Queen. Princess.” You curtsy.

“Please,” Queen Alicent interjects as you stand up straight and walk to your seat. “You don’t need to curtsy everytime you see me now. We’re familiars, it’s quite alright.”

A servant pulls your chair back, letting you slide on your seat, and get pushed in whilst you respond. “Sorry, it’s instinct for me to do so. It will take a while to get used to.”

The Queen offers you a gentle smile. “I understand more than you know. This all must be different. I mean the change.”

You nod in agreement and feel relieved that she understands. “Yes, it quite is. I mean it’s not so drastic but…” you pause as the door opens and Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond walk in.

All eyes shift to them, but Aegon notices the silence. “Please, my Lady, continue with what you were saying. Let our presence not stop you.”

You nod stiffly and shift your eyes to Aemond as he walks to this seat across from you.

“…life here at the Red Keep is different compared to my life at Casterly Rock,” you finish saying.

Queen Alicent keeps her smile offered to you and seems to want to add something, but Aegon interjects first. “Is it?” He asks as he gets wine served. “How so?”

You glance over at him and answer a bit quieter. “It’s louder. The Red Keep is a lot busier. Everywhere I go there’s people. Home was a bit quieter even with all my siblings. And it’s bigger here, I’ve gotten lost more times than I like to admit.” You grab your cup of wine and shift your eyes down.

“And…” you continue in a quieter voice. “It’s lonelier it seems.”

At the sound of your comment the Queen swallows thickly and lets her eyes linger on you until Aegon interrupts in the same cocky tone. “Well I do hope it gets easier. And perhaps my dear brother helps ease your estrangement.”

Aemond ignores his brother but just briefly glances at you as you place your cup down, and then focuses on his mother as she speaks whilst dinner gets served.

“Let us share a prayer.”

Everyone goes quiet and she gives a short and sweet prayer before continuing with what was going on.

“Returning to our previous conversation, I imagine it will take time, Aegon. It’s not quite easy forgetting a home you have lived in your whole life. You have lived here your whole life, she has not.”

You smile softly at the Queen, and she notices your gesture, but also notices the cut on your throat and grows visibly concerned. “Are you alright? What happened to your neck, dear?” She asks.

You quickly look at Aemond, and he looks at you to share a knowing look. You half expect him to blurt the truth since he knows, but he stays quiet and lets you answer.

“Oh, I took a nap earlier today and slept with a necklace on, and it cut my skin.” You lie without giving anything away.

Helaena looks over at you with a pitiful frown and interjects. “You must be more careful.”

You grab your fork and look at her to share a sweet smile. “I should, yet I can’t seem to learn my lesson.”

At the sound of your comment Aemond scoffs, but doesn’t raise any suspicion, he just earns a quick glance from you before Helaena continues.

“You must accompany me for a walk in the garden tomorrow.” She smiles with enthusiasm.

You grin at her and nod. “Of course,” you assure her. “I was planning to go already. You read my mind.”

Helaena giggles and then lets everyone, including you, eat the dinner served with only the sound of the musician's melody to fill the room. And only stares to be passed as Aemond kept stealing glances at you when you weren’t looking; stares of curiosity and interest after today's events and your quarrel. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, he felt magnetized, and only Alicent noticed her son's interest.

“Tell me, Lady Lannister,” Aegon speaks up after a while of silence. “Is it true you know how to speak High Valyrian?”

You set your fork down and nod as you look over at him. “Yes, I do. I’m still learning anyway.” You smile faintly as your interest over how he knows gets piqued; has Aemond told him already?

“How is it you know?” You ask.

Aegon raises his cup and shrugs. “A bird or two told me.”

You hum and look back at your food before the Queen proceeds to chime in. “Why is it that you’re learning?”

“Uh, well, one, I enjoy learning new things, languages especially. More so after getting told that I can’t. Two,” you smile shyly. “When I learned I was going to marry Prince Aemond, I made it my job to learn.” You avoid Aemond’s stare even as you feel him looking at you.

“That’s very sweet,” Helaena says sweetly. “Don’t you think so, Aemond?”

Said man just hums as his brother stifles his laugh.

“Who’s teaching you?” Helaena asks out of curiosity.

You smile at your plate. “My handmaiden,” you answer. “She’s from Meereen.”

“Is that so?” The Queen probes.

You meet her gaze and nod. “Yes. Her family was one of few from there that spoke High Valyrian.”

“That’s quite impressive,” Aegon interjects with a sly smile. “I may just have to meet this handmaiden of yours.”

The Queen sighs and you just feign a smile.

“And,” Aegon continues. “Just so you know, whenever you wish to learn more, you can always come to me, sweet goodsister.”

Your eyes slightly widen in surprise and you fall speechless since you can’t find a way to decline his offer.

Thankfully Aemond interrupts before you have to say something. “Now how is it that she’ll learn from someone who hardly knows how to speak it himself?”

You smirk at his response and wait for Aegon to counter.

“Well I do know some, so I still can be of some help.” He smirks at his brother and then raises his cup at you.

You raise yours back and add a snarky comment back. “<We can teach other then, goodbrother.>” You smirk.

Aegon sets his cup down with a frown, making you think he’d be upset, but he chuckles instead out of genuine amusement and leaves it at that.

Actually not much else is said after, dinner ends soon thereafter and you have nothing else to do but return to your room with just Ser Erwin following behind you.

Aemond doesn’t bother to speak to you, nor does he have even the nobility to walk you to your room. You’re alone until you reach your room, and even if Nyra welcomes you back, she doesn’t ask about dinner, she just quickly prepares your bath before she leaves your room in a hurry.

You know her, you know she hasn’t made many friends or if any at all, so that can’t be an excuse. It was something else, or one person.

Hm.

Interesting that she hasn’t told you about a thing, she’s always quick to share news that is hers and that isn’t...

Unless it’s someone she shouldn’t be seeing.

You sigh deeply and sink deeper in the water to think more profoundly and avoid thinking about Aemond and what he’s been stirring in you.

“What are you hiding?” You ask yourself and close your eyes to rest them.

However, only seconds later after a second of peace, the door suddenly flies open and someone barges in completely startling you. When you peek back you notice Aemond in front of the door looking somewhat baffled.

“Oh,” you breathe out in relief. “By the gods it’s just you.” You sink back in the water and feel your heart still pounding at the thought of having him see you nude; even if has already, just twice.

“Pardon,” he says after he clears his throat and shuts the door. “I didn’t know you were in the bath.”

You hum and reach over your cup of wine. “Doesn’t matter,” you dismiss him. “I thought you were someone else if I'm honest.”

You hear Aemond swallow thickly before he takes a step further inside. “Really?” He scoffs. “Perhaps a Golden Knight?”

You chuckle and shake your head as you sip from the cup. “No,” you correct him. “More so a dark haired, sharp tongued friend. She left in quite a hurry tonight, I thought she had returned. Nevertheless, you’re here so may you pass me the small golden flask behind me?”

There’s a bit of hesitation before you hear approaching footsteps, and then see the flask from the corner of your eye.

When you reach back for it, the moment you take it in your hand Aemond makes sure to quickly pull back as if he’s frightened. It makes you feel a bit smug that you can cause such a reaction, but also quite confused that you did cause him to behave in such a manner.

“So,” you begin to probe as you make more bubbles in your bath, creating a stronger scent of lavender and a sweetness that begins to entrance Aemond. “Do you need something or are you just here for a visit? Because if so I’d appreciate it if I could see you.”

Once again there’s a bit of silence before he pulls a chair to the front of your bath so you can finally be face to face, noticing he still looked quite taken back.

“So,” you continue to press, this time with a more cocky smile as you play with your bubbles.

“Do I need a reason to visit you, wife?” He retorts.

You scoff softly. “Considering since we’ve been married you have never bothered to visit me, yes. Is that so wild for me to assume?”

Aemond lowers his gaze and hums.

You proceed to lift your leg to cross it over the other, making sure he saw the entire time.

“I hope you enjoyed dinner,” he interjects, making your cockiness falter.

You slowly avert your gaze and nod softly. “Yes, I did. Your mother was very lovely,” you admit. “If I am honest, she quite scared me before.” You smile softly.

Aemond scoffs as if it’s the most absurd thing. “My mother?”

You nod. “Yes, she’s a very intimidating woman, but now,” you say and slowly lift your eyes to meet his gaze. “Now that I have talked to her, she’s very sweet.”

Aemond stays quiet but the corner his lips slightly tug upward. Just slightly.

The silence lingers, and it’s not awkward and uncomfortable, but there is tension neither of you can seem to shake, or know how to break.

Yet it’s a silence that lets you finally study his scar; how deep it is against his flesh, how long it is on his pale face. He’s averting your gaze so he doesn’t notice your stolen glance, or how tempted you looked to feel it under the tip of your fingers.

Honestly it’s a scar that suits him and his persona. Some men have scars and it’s quite ugly, but his, it’s as if he was meant to have it. It looked good on him.

And his eye, he had such a pretty blue eye. Still you had to wonder why he was here….

Nevertheless, the bath was getting cold.

“Aemond,” you call, and he quickly looks up without a fault. “Could you help me with my towel?”

Aemond’s eye lingers on your gaze for a second before he gets out of his seat and grabs your towel off the chair beside the bath.

As you slowly begin to stand up he keeps his eye averted, but he’s so compelled by you, by the water dripping off your body, that he can’t help but look at you as you begin to climb out of the tub. And before you can swing your other leg out, he stretches his hand out and offers it to you.

It’s quite surprising, but you quickly take it and feel your breath catch in your throat, and your heart flutter as you feel the warm and soft flesh of his hand. Albeit he then carefully wraps the towel around your shoulders and lets you wrap it around your body all by yourself. Making sure to stay close to you the entire time.

“I am sorry for the way I acted earlier today,” Aemond interjects, making your eyes quickly shift over to him. “I could have handled myself better.”

Oh. That’s…Hm.

He’s just making you feel a whole lot more….well…a lot. He’s making you feel a lot of feelings.

“Well,” you clear your throat and walk to your vanity. “I…am sorry too. I was too harsh.” You sit down and pick up a small flask of oil and slowly meet his gaze as he turns to watch you. “Still….I don’t appreciate being treated like a prisoner.”

Aemond nods. “I understand.”

You smile softly and nod slowly. “Good,” you mumble and begin to apply the oil on your arms.

“And,” he continues and holds your gaze as he clasps his hands behind him. “Maybe…you would find pleasure in joining me in a training session tomorrow.” He offers.

Your smile widens but you’re in disbelief, afraid this is a joke to get back at you for the way you yelled at him earlier. “Are…are you serious?” You ask.

Aemond nods. “I don’t jester.”

You scoff. “Obviously—” you pause and grin. “I would really love it.”

The corner of his lips twitch to a smile. “Good…I will come by to walk there together.”

You beam at him and nod. “Okay, thank you.”

Aemond nods and turns to begin heading out, but you quickly stop him. “Aemond.”

Said man stops to look back and wait.

“Would you like to spend the night?” You ask and stop what you’re doing to completely focus on him. “It’s been some time since we have been together.” You suggest.

Aemond smirks faintly and nods.

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[codslvt]

Sitting at my desk on the base, one of my soldiers comes in. “Yes ma’am is there something you need?” She sits down in the chair with a glaring look on her face. “Men. Just men, do you know how much of an asshole ghost and konig is? They won’t stop teasing me” I chuckle at her rant. “Well Kay, you know how those two are. And 90% of the time they are flirting. Trust me I know, they do it too me all the time” she pouts and I laugh lightly watching her with my arms crossed. “They said that I wasn’t pretty enough to have sex with” this causes both of my brows to shoot up and I lean forwards on the desk. “Did they now? Those boys are young and stupid. You can’t possibly believe them?”. She pouts again and my eyes drop down to her lips and back up. “But price, it’s not fair that they act like I’m someone so….” She trails off and I smirk. “So what Kay? You can’t believe them when they say that they think you aren’t pretty right?” I stand up walking around my desk and leaning against it next to her. “You are beautiful and their opinions shouldn’t matter. It’s more of- finding the right guy for you” the blush rises on her face and I smirk again pushing my self off the desk and crouching down next to the chair. “Uh you - you think I’m beautiful?” She questions me and leans closer to my face. I give her a simple nod and she reaches out caressing my cheek. I close my eyes letting out a small breath to keep my composure. “I think your very beautiful Kay.” I say simply opening my eyes back up. She leans closer pressing her lips gently against mine. “I think your a very sexy man as well sir, and forgive me for being too forward but… I really like you.” I smirk yet again, my own body leaning towards her. “Oh yeah?” I tease brushing my lips down her jaw to her neck and grazing my teeth across the sweet skin of it. She lets out a small gasp and my hand comes up to her neck, tilting her head and I kiss her neck gently. “Your so addicting my sweet girl” my lips trail kisses down to the crook of her neck, sucking it lightly and she lets out another moan. “Please” she whines, her hand sliding up the back of my neck to pull me closer. “What do you want my sweet girl?” I muse against her neck. “ you please I want you” i smirk against her skin, kissing back up her jaw to her mouth. “I’m right here.” Our lips brush against each other and a small growl of pleasure leaves my mouth. She makes contact first, sliding her tongue against my lips and I open letting her in, our tongues tangle, playing with each other. She sucks my tongue and my eyes close fully letting a moan out. I grab her hips and sit her in the desk. My fingers toying with the edge of her shorts “what do you want” I whisper against her jaw. “You. I want you to touch me please” she whines, her hands fisting my shirt. “That’s all?” Smiling against her neck again, biting slightly harder and she moans again. “Yes please John please” her head falls back. “These shorts.. a daring choice my love, don’t you think? They barely cover anything. One small movement and I’ll be touching that sweet wet cunt of yours” I suck her jaw line coming back up to her mouth. “Please price” she moans out and a shiver goes down my spine.

My my, this girl may be the death of me.

Help 😭😭😭 pt 2?!

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[iridescentxstars]

yandere!jongin x fem!reader || possession + dom/sub dynamics — anon || wc: 760~

— blindfolds, 'public' (you'll see), marking, dirty talk

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

"On your knees," his deep baritone voice echoes around the eerily quiet room and you obey quickly. Hands resting on the top of your thighs, back straight with your head lowered so you would be looking at the ground if you weren't wearing the blindfold Jongin had put on before you came here. His hand rests on the top of your head, indicating that you can raise your head, "good girl," he says as his hand caresses its way to your chin, holding it firm.

You shiver with anticipation, the room is quiet but as you begin to focus on your other senses, you can hear people breathing softly and smell the cologne in the air that mixes with Jongin's. You suddenly realise what he's got in store for you and you feel that tingle in your core as it gets wetter.

He told you that this was a punishment, that he was going to show you what happens when you allow others to stare at what is his. Yet, this feels almost like a gift.

"Can I take off the blindfold, sir?" You feel his thumb trace over your bottom lip and open your mouth, sucking on it as he pushes it in.

"It wouldn't be much of a punishment if you got to see what was happening now, would it?" You know you can't pout, it's hard to with his thumb slowly moving in and out of your mouth. "I've noticed that men love to stare at you and you seem to encourage them, don't you?" You start to shake your head but a low hum coming from Jongin stops you.

You shouldn't lie, not when he already knows the truth.

"Since you love to show off what is mine, I thought I'd make it clear that you belong to me." You shudder at the way he says that. You know you're his, there's no doubt about it but the thought of Jongin publicly proving it by fucking you in front of strangers has you slightly glad you push his buttons sometimes.

Jongin starts off slow, undressing you in front of everyone and his hands take their time to tease your nipples so they are pretty and perky, tracing calloused fingers over your hips as he pushes down your pants and panties. He has your moaning softly without doing too much more than this, knowing where every sweet spot rests because he's taken the time to learn your body well. Your hands don't touch him, he commanded you to stand there and let him play with you as he pleased.

You are the perfect submissive, trained to know when to push and when to obey.

You feel his bare chest against yours after some time and wonder when did he have time to take his shirt off? Has it been off this whole time? You gasp as his fingers find the hood of your clit and begin to play with it. "You should see their faces," Jongin breathes into your ear, your legs spreading slightly so he can dip his fingers into your soaked core. "Licking their lips, wishing they were tasting you but they can't." He nips at your earlobe and you whimper, knees shaking slightly. "Only I'm allowed."

"Only you, sir." You whisper through a moan.

"Louder." He growls, pushing two fingers in and causing your lips to part at the feeling. You repeat it louder to please him and Jongin hums, slowly fucking you with his fingers while kissing down your neck and marking you. Or, adding another mark to your already-covered skin. "Bend over for me now," here it comes, what you've been waiting for, Jongin to take you and claim you like this.

You hear him unbuckle his belt, pants rustling as they are pushed down and when he finally slides inside of you... heaven. He's fast and brutal as he fucks you, grabbing your waist and holding on tightly as he grunts out how you are his over and over again.

You're riding a high you never knew you could be on, walls clenching around him as you get closer and closer to your climax and just as you are about to tip over the edge, Jongin pulls the blindfold off.

Nothing.

He chuckles as you whine, cumming but not actually being able to enjoy it because what you thought and what was really happening was not the same. "You really think I would let anyone see you like this?" He laughs, slamming into you slightly harder. "Nobody is allowed to see what is mine. Nobody."

#kinktober22 #kvanity #exowritersnet #kim jongin drabbles #jongin drabbles #kai drabbles #exo drabbles #kim jongin smut #jongin smut #kai smut #exo smut #♛ — ©iridescentxstars

[thegeeksideofsr]

Caught

I'm back with another Ford!reader I hope you don't mind.

I have a tag list growing, so if you like to be added to that for any future stories let me know!!

Takes place after Cooking Together

The job my dad was trying to pull was relatively simple. Except for the fact that it took six people to pull off.

He didn't want to involve me, but when they were planning everything and going through that marks background, it became clear that they needed another chef in the kitchen with Eliot.

Sophie was the one who suggested I join the con, just this one. Dad was against it of course, but when Sophie reminded him that I could get closer to the chef then any one, he relented. He partnered me with Eliot, made me promise to listen to him if the job goes south.

The con was going relatively well. Until Hardison jinxed it and said that he was glad this was an easy one. As soon as the words came out of his mouth it all went to shit.

Eliot and I were in the kitchen, Parker was dressed as a waitress and lifted the mark keys while Sophie and Nate kept him distracted at the house party.

She brought back everything we'd need to get into his office. She was very put out that she had to stay at the party, but she unfortunately, had caught the marks eye, and if she left for any amount of time longer that her getting a fresh tray, the mark would notice.

We had to sneak from the kitchen, nearly getting caught twice by the guards while trying to get to the stairs.

The marks office was the next floor up, and near the stairs. We managed to get up there and in the office fine, got want we needed and were on our way out when Hardison opened his big mouth.

We got to the hall way at the bottom of the stairs and head towards the double glassdoors, only to find it was being watched by two rather big men.

"Damnit Hardison, there's guards on the door. How we supposed to get passed them?"

"Well think of something cause you need to get back to the kitchen."

Apparently, the sound of our voices we're just loud enough through the door that they caught the attention of the guard closest to us. Panic starts to bubble as he start to turn towards us.

I turn to Eliot, who is already gearing up for a fight, but we really don't need the attention that a fight would bring. With time running out I grab him by the back of his shirt and pull him in front of me.

"What are you doing?" He asks, trying to pull away to put himself between the guards and I.

"Taking a card out of Parker's book." I tighten my grip on his collar, press him into a closed door, and kiss him.

This was the first time we'd kissed since the night in my kitchen.

We get lost in the kiss, his hands on my hips, mine in his hair, and one of his legs pressed between mine, only the sound of a throat clearing breaks is out of it.

We turn and look at where the sound came from. The guard has annoyed look on his face as he looks at us.

"This area is off limits," he grumbles.

"Sorry, sir, just wanted a little privacy from the kitchen." Eliot plays it off.

" Shouldn't you be there now? Not snogging in a corner?"

"Snogging?" My dad's voice comes over the comms like he's on the verge of having a stroke.

"Yes, sir. As soon as we can put ourselves together again."

The man nods, then walks back to his post.

Eliot and I stand pressed against each other, trying to catch or breath. I watch one emotion after another pass over his face. His eyes show more then he probably wanted.

I take a breath to say something, but Parker's voice over the comms breaks the silence between us.

" You two done, cause I'm close to stabbing him."

" Yeah, on our way back." Eliot growls, as he separates us and heads towards the door.

I take a deep breath, and follow him back through the doors to the hall, passed the guards and back to the kitchen.

"Eliot, did you just kiss my daughter?"

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#eliot spencer #eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer x oc #parker #leverage fanfic #alec hardison #leverage #christian kane

[prettyboybun]

Oh to be a knight who gets roughed up by a pretty prince 😵‍💫 He's usually my pillow prince, because I'm so deeply devoted to him and I want to make him feel good at every opportunity.

But tonight, he's throwing me around, biting me, shoving his boot into me while I'm on the ground. Mocking and teasing me, "Is this what you do all day, just for me? Yeah? You like getting fucked up by strong men just to keep me to yourself, pet?"

I manage to whine out, "Yes, sir, I like getting thrown around- especially when it's you."

He grinds his boot into me harder, making me cry out. He flips me over on my front, and I immediately arch my back and present for him. "Good toy. So obedient for me."

He rummages around in one of his drawers, producing a thick strap. He pushes the tip unceremoniously between my lips, and commands, "Suck."

I start to do as I'm told, trying to take it as deep in my throat as I can, glancing up at him for approval. He still has all his clothes on, fine rings decorating his fingers. He grins down at me, and I realize I've been staring at his hands.

"Oh?" He grips my hair, taking my mouth off the strap, "What, you want to feel my fingers inside you? Is that it?"

I whimper and nod. He grips my hair tighter and I gasp, "I- Yes please, sir, please put your fingers in me-"

He brings my mouth back down on the strap and walks behind me, plunging a finger in my cunt. I moan as he continues to add more, til he's got four in, spreading me out. I can feel the rings grinding against me, and I feel lightheaded.

He leans forward and bites my shoulder hard enough to make teeth marks. "My pretty knight. I wonder if all those men you battle for my honor know this is what you're fighting for- To keep yourself nice and full at both ends, to let me fuck you because I know exactly how you need it."

I shiver and nod as best I can around the cock in my throat. He hums, speeding up his fingers thrusting in me, "I bet they wish they could see you like this, actually. When you're all fucked up and bruised and bloody, I bet they're thinking about yanking your armor off and fucking you senseless there in front of everyone. I bet you wish they would, huh?"

He grips my hair again, this time further forcing me down on the dildo, making me choke and splutter. My eyes start welling with tears, and he says, "That's it, take it. You'll need to get my cock nice and wet for me, toy."

I can't make a move or noise to respond, so I focus on doing as he asks. Eventually, he pulls my mouth off and kisses me gingerly. He pulls the strap away, and pulls his fingers out, eliciting a whine from me. He lines it up with my cunt, still presented and waiting. He murmurs, "Say please."

"Please, sir," I'm breathless, I realize, from how hard I was sucking the cock he just removed from my throat, "Please, fuck me, I wanna be yours."

"Good boy," He praises, nudging the cock inside me. I gasp and grip the rug beneath me as he slowly pushes it all inside. He takes a few seconds to pause and let me breathe and acclimate to the length inside me. Then, without warning, he starts thrusting.

He starts pondering out loud, "I wonder if pawning you out would help the kingdom achieve peace. Let those men who are always giving you trouble to loosen up and have a turn with you, right there in the throne room. I bet you wouldn't be able to walk straight for days when we were all done with you."

I pant and nod slightly, "If you think it would help, I'd do anything for you, sir."

My prince pets my hair, "Aw, sweet thing. So loyal. You're mine, understand?"

"Always, sir."

"Good," He speeds up his thrusting, "Such a good boy. Want the whole kingdom to see how good you take it."

I begin moving my hips back to meet his thrusts, moaning, the tears collecting in my eyes earlier slipping down my face. He grips my hair firmly, grunting with effort.

I feel pleasure coiling inside me, and I manage to ask, "Sir, can I cum for you, please?"

He thrusts deeper and begins rubbing my tdick, and he says, "That's it. Good boy. Cum for me, toy."

It takes a moment longer, but eventually I obey his orders and cum around the cock deep inside me. After a minute, he slowly eases it out. He pulls me up onto the bed with him, holding me close. He kisses my forehead and bundles me up under the duvet. I know I'm safe in his arms, and I end up falling asleep while he softly praises me.

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#☀️knight #☀️bottom moods #☀️free use #⚡️ #🪻 #⚡️ (🪻 uh. helped. with prince dialogue stuff 👉👈) #🪻 :3 #🪻 yippee for sadism!! <3 want to see that man ^ writhe for me <3 #☀️rough #☀️dacryphilia #⚡️this has been in the drafts for like a month shfjhdjdhdjdhdkshks