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‧ ˚. PROFESSOR GETO SERIES ↳ Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin. You're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn about what you owe to each other.

‧ ˚. SATORU GOJO

seeing you tonight, its a bad idea right? | smut, fluff ↳ seeing your ex is always a bad idea, except when its satoru gojo.

bigger than the whole sky | angst, fluff, manga spoilers ↳ before his fight, you and satoru have an honest conversation about the future.

dessert before dinner | smut, fluff ↳ satoru can't wait to have you until you get back from the sister school event, so he plies you with sweet words until you agree to have dessert before dinner.

all's fair (in love and mergers) | long fic, smut, fluff, bffs to enemies to lovers ↳ you're not sure what's worse -- being an arranged marriage or being an arranged marriage with the person who used to be your best friend.

three's a crowd (ft. suguru geto) | long fic, au, smut, fluff ↳ professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you.

bloodsucker | smut, dark ↳ you had avoided your ex for so long, only to run into him at a halloween party, and he's the same as ever but has his teeth always been that sharp?

got you | smut, dark ↳ satoru finally found you -- and he's not going to let you go this time.

is it over now | angst, fluff, smut ↳ suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave - for him and his best friend (ft. satoru gojo). "if you want, i can come inside?" | fluff, crack, domestic ↳ nobara spots gojo with a sorcerer she's never seen before and of course hijinks ensue (aka hearing gojo's english va (kaiji tang) say the above line in apothecary diaries and i lost my mind).

i wanna show you off | sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, slight angst ↳ when you accompany your friends to a bar rich men and women frequent, you catch the eye of a certain white-haired rich man, who is more than willing to spoil you

tastes sweeter on your lips | fluff ↳ on a rare day off, you decide to take care of the strongest sorcerer - with something very sweet.

the doctor is in | smut, fluff, au ↳ when you go to your annual check-up, you didn't think you'd be crushing on your doctor - or that he's conduct such an in-depth examination.

twenty-nine | fluff, angst, crack ↳ it's gojo's birthday, and he can't help but reflect on what birthdays have meant to him over the years, especially the year you decide you don't really want to do anything for his birthday (but it turns out you do).

sit in my lap | fluff, crack, domesticity ↳ you and satoru take your daughter to see santa at the mall, and satoru proves that he's just as much of a match for his daughter, as he is for you.

just a little longer | fluff, angst ↳ after geto defects, you find yourself on a roof of a building wondering where things went wrong - and you're not the only one.

sweet nothing | fluff, angst ↳ satoru always comes running home to your sweet nothings -- except this time.

lower your guard | fluff, smut, au, longfic ↳ after the gojo family receives threats to their lives, you're hired to protect the heir to the company, satoru gojo - you just didn't realize how charming the rich heir would be - and just how hard it would be to resist his advances. don't want any other shade of blue but you | fluff, smut, fake dating, longfic ↳ you can't help but say yes when your longtime crush asks you to be his fake girlfriend for a year to get the gojo clan to stop arranging marriage proposals for him. but little did you know, he would be doing both of you a favor. love means to say goodbye | multi-lives au, fluff, smut, angst, jjk manga spoilers ↳ "would we love each other in every life?" it's the question you asked satoru the night before his battle, and he replied that, of course you would. but did that promise create a curse -- or were you both always cursed to begin with when it came to love? yakuza fiance (ft. suguru geto) | smut, yakuza au, fluff, threesome ↳ you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.

‧ ˚. SUGURU GETO

meant to be | smut, dark ↳ when Suguru defects, he asks you to come with him -- but he's not going to take no for an answer.

three's a crowd (ft. satoru gojo) | long fic, au, smut, fluff ↳ professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you.

is it over now (ft. satoru gojo) | angst, fluff, smut ↳ suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave -- for him and his best friend

might hurt | fluff, crack ↳ suguru's popularity is truly a curse, especially when he gets hit on right in front of you. luckily, you both know how to handle those situations.

i just want to fuck all night | smut, fluff, sex pollen ↳ after swallowing a curse, geto finds his body in an uncontrollable state of arousal, and who better help him cure it than you?

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? | fluff, angst, smut ↳ suguru's birthday spent with you is like a dream -- the perfect day spent in bliss, but what happens when the dream has to come to an end?

yakuza fiance (ft. satoru gojo) | smut, yakuza au, fluff, threesome ↳ you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.

‧ ˚. KENTO NANAMI

no regrets | hurt/comfort, fluff, angst ↳ when nanami is injured from his fight with mahito, you're sent to pick him up. and both of your careful avoidance of your feelings for each other comes crumbling down.

armed and dangerous | smut ↳ nanami's arms were always so nice around your throat, but you never tried having his arm between your legs before, until.

good girls get backshots | smut ↳ nanami has always been a gentleman, but he finally decides to play rough and mark you up -- at your request.

five times nanami wanted to propose but didn't | angst, fluff, smut ↳ nanami wanted to propose to you so many times - but it was never the right time, and then, there was no time left.

best part of my day | fluff, domesticity ↳ on a bad day, you give nanami just what he needs, and remind him why you are truly the best part of his day.

all the time in the world | fluff, hurt/comfort ↳ after shibuya, nanami lets you tend to his burns and have an honest discussion about what happened there and what it means for your future. but i'm a fire (and i'll keep your brittle heart warm) | fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, au ↳ throughout your years of jujutsu tech, you take care of kento, whether its a wound from a curse or a simple cut his finger -- and when he returns he finds you still ready to take care of him -- even after shibuya.

‧ ˚. YUTA OKKOTSU

↳ coming soon :)

‧ ˚. CHOSO KAMO

it's a need | hurt/comfort, smut, fluff ↳ after you take an attack meant for him, choso can't seem to understand why -- so you show him just how important he is to you.

hey emo boy! | fluff, smut, au ↳ saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?

best friend's brother is the one for me! | fluff, au, smut, bedsharing ↳ you've been asked whether you and yuji are together a million times - but the truth is his brother is more your type -- so what happens when you end up sharing a bed one night?

‧ ˚. RYOMEN SUKUNA

paint the town red | smut, dark, au ↳ you've always been a goody two shoes -- or so your friends say -- so what happens when you decide to do the first bad thing you've ever attempted and try summoning a demon -- and it actually works?

‧ ˚. YUJI ITADORI

don't want you like a best friend! | best friends to lovers, fluff, fwb, smut, au ↳ yuji itadori has been your best friend since you were kids, and when he offers you to teach you how to fuck, you don't expect him to be able to find his way into your heart too.

jealousy, jealousy | smut

which of the men whimper | smut

spooning the dilfs | fluff

jjk men and if they're good at singing | crack

househusband suguru

househusband nanami househusband gojo (1) (2) (3)

mindreader nanami

geto swallowing a aphrodisiac curse

gojo - maybe in another life

guitarist! suguru x opera singer! reader (1) (2) (3)

frat boy! suguru x nerd! reader (1) (2) (3)

curse! suguru (1) (2) (3) bringing suguru back to life

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The Girl in IT - 7. The All Hands Meeting

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: A look into a typical day at Miller Construction Group. Chaos ensues (naturally).

Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Office sex, Desk sex, Inappropriate usage of PowerPoint, Tommy fucks around and finds out, No Beta we die like men!

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: And the hijinks are back! I wanted to try something new this week, and it was the perfect opportunity to showcase all of our fun supporting characters in 'The Girl in IT'! I thought what better way to introduce everyone was to include their commentary, like an episode of 'The Office'! This one is a doozy, and I hope you all enjoy!

#MCG ADMIN 50 members Sarah (HR) Good morning, Team! I hope you're all doing well. I'd like to announce a mandatory All-Hands HR Meeting today at 11 am in Conference Room A, co-facilitated by Tess and me. We'll have a brief presentation, and for those working remotely, please log into Zoom to join the meeting. Following the session, thanks to Bill, we'll have lunch and refreshments provided. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions. Looking forward to seeing all of you soon! Tommy Sarah, are you gonna bust your Papi's balls in front of everyone for posting that naughty photo? 💀☠️🪦 Frank (Interior Design) Will there be an opportunity for discussion following the presentation? I'm eager to delve into the minds of SlackGate and understand the motivations behind their actions the other day. Connie (Reception) It's clearly because they're fucking, Frank. 🍆🍑🦪 Frank (Interior Design) Who is? Our fearless leader and our shy girl in IT? Until one of them makes it official, it's just hearsay! Is this meeting a hard launch for a new power couple? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Sarah (HR) Yes, there will be an open-forum discussion after my presentation but NO, we will not be talking about the events of the other day in detail. Connie, this is a professional space and we will conduct ourselves as such. Connie (Reception) Why am I always being singled out?? Frank started it! Frank (Interior Design) Did I not professionally conduct myself? Geez Connie, I'm not the one sending nudes to our Boss when clearly, he has a girlfriend. Wait. Oops? (Sorry Connie 🤡) Bill (Civil) Frank! What do I have to do to get you to behave for once? Frank (Interior Design) Oh, I could think of a few ways... Why don't you come and find out once you're done handling your bratwurst out there? Sarah (HR) I don't get paid enough for this shit.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming together at such short notice. While I'm aware this all-hands meeting was abrupt, recent events in the past few days have made it essential. Tess and I genuinely appreciate your presence as we address these important matters," Sarah says with a bright smile, handing out materials. "Here's an updated Employee Handbook with a few edits. I thought it would be beneficial for us to go through it together. Are there any questions before we begin?"

"Yeah!" Tommy exclaims from the back of the room, his feet casually resting against the edge of the table. "How long until we get to the part of this meeting where we discuss just how much of a bad boy your Daddy was the other day?"

Tommy Look, I love my brother, I do. He's always so serious, so noble, providing for everyone and all that, making sure we have a roof over our heads. Shit, he's gotten me out of a lot of binds in my life- [He looks a bit uncomfortable and clears his throat, nodding.] ... anyway, it's a rare thing to see my brother slip up like that, you know? Didn't think he had it in him, honestly. It's been a few decades since I've seen his twig and berries, but shit, I know he's packing! He's a Miller, for fucks sake! [he puffs his chest out a little at that, chuckling to himself] But Sugar? She's been a fucking godsend! Never in my life have I seen my big ol brother act a fool, especially over a woman! What can I say? It's great to not be the fuck-up brother for once! I'm gonna milk out SlackGate til the end of time!

"Tommy," Joel warns through his teeth, glaring at his brother. "Cut it out."

Sarah rolls her eyes in response as she fiddles with her laptop, the projector behind her illuminating with her PowerPoint presentation. "Like I was saying, this presentation is just going to go over the changes we have implemented in the last few days, including proper Slack etiquette and conduct. You would think that as grown adults, we would know better than sending inappropriate images and messages through company property and time," she clears her throat, glancing over at Joel, then to Tommy, who winks in her direction knowingly. "...including those who decide to engage and participate in unsanctioned secret channels-"

Frank's hand suddenly shoots up, his face awash in mock outrage. "I'll have you know, the watercooler channel serves a purpose, folks! When I caught wind of this 'secret channel' gossip circulating among the Nosy Nancies in the breakroom, I was appalled! Who would dare to stoop so low—"

"Frank, you invited me to the chat just this morning," Jesse remarks, casually holding up his phone as evidence. "It's titled 'Frank's-secret-slack-chat.' I thought it was some kind of exclusive club or something."

Frank Hi, [waves to you] is this on? Yeah? Hi. I'm Frank. Listen, Sarah was getting a little too vigilant about monitoring Slack ever since Tommy sent us a little treat last year [he laughs] so I had to do something about it, you know? [It pans out to Frank leaning against his desk chair, typing away on his secret Slack Chat.] The chat started as an open forum for discussion on the everyday going-ons of Miller Construction Group. Do we just so happen to discuss the private lives of our peers? Maybe. Do we mean any harm by it? [He gives you a wicked smile] Maybe.

"You guys, you know, the longer I keep getting interrupted, the longer we're all going to stay here in this conference room, and the longer we have to wait to eat Bill's food. You know how he is," She looks outside of the window, the smoke from Bill's grill swirls like a plume as he flips over a juicy steak. "He hates it when he has to serve his food cold. As I was saying, it should be obvious that we shouldn't be sending inappropriate images or photos to one another through Slack or e-mail."

"Hey! It was just one time, and it was an accident!" Tommy retorts, "Besides, it was hardly inappropriate, I was just only trying to show Maria this weird rash I got-"

"What does that mean, anyway?" Connie cuts in, casting a glance your way. "Inappropriate photos? And is there a difference between accidentally sending them or doing it on purpose?"

"Yeah," you shoot her a pointed look. "Sending nude photos to someone who doesn't want them is actually considered sexual harassment," you say, raising your voice a bit and turning in your seat. "I mean, you could get arrested for that, Connie," you add with a sing-song tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you glance at her. "You have nothing to worry about though, right?" you challenge, rolling your chair towards Joel, and taking his hand in his. "Not unless you did send naked photos to my boyfriend?"

Connie Look, I didn't know that Mr. Miller and Sugar were boning. I know how this looks- like I don't believe in girl code or something. I am a girls girl! If Sugar was just forthcoming about who gave her those damn hickeys before SlackGate happened, I wouldn't have sent her boyfriend nude photos of myself! A girl's gotta try, you know? I was only trying to shoot my shot! [She looks a bit uncomfortable, picking at a hangnail.] ... but you have to admit, Mr. Miller is H-O-T hot. God. I love me a graying man in flannel. I always thought to myself, there must be a story here. How does a millionaire who looks like that be single all this time? does he have anyone? is it a sugar baby? does he have a secret love child? I mean- [she looks over her shoulder where Joel is, arms around his chest as he winks at Sugar. There's a hint of jealousy in Connie's eyes.] Is it true, though? Is it really sexual harassment if I send unsolicited photos of myself? Do you think he's gonna press charges?

"It's true. Sending unsolicited photos of yourself to unsuspecting parties is sexual harassment, Connie. Not to mention creepy," Sarah winces, shooting you an apologetic smile. "So please don't be sending any photos of that nature to anyone that you work with, especially not in the admin group Slack."

"Yeah, Joel!" Tommy chides. "Keep that shlong in your pants, brother!"

Sarah You would think that working for my family is a cakewalk? Please. I've been diagnosed with IBS and GAD since I started working here five years ago. I sometimes take half an edible just to make it to lunchtime. [Her head rests on her desk, and as the events of SlackGate unfold, an endless barrage of messages from the admin Slack channel floods her monitor. She can't help but groan in response.] Listen. I love my Dad. I've never really had to worry about his behavior at work before, not like how I have to with Uncle Tommy... but what the hell was he thinking? I can't unsee that! What if Ellie was on that chat? Could you imagine the trauma? My trauma?

"Okay, let's turn to page 12, where we'll go over all the recent updates," Sarah announces, clicking through her PowerPoint. A collective gasp echoes in the room as the slide projects onto the screen, revealing an image – the image of Joel. However, where his exposed package would be, an eggplant emoji tastefully takes its place. It resembles one of those generic memes easily made with a phone app, complete with the semi-imposed words 'Keep Calm and Shlong On!' in big bold letters.

"Shit!" she exclaims, hurriedly pressing the ESC button as she tries to close out her PowerPoint. She slams her laptop shut, the tell-tell sound of a crack echoing throughout the conference room. You hear Tess silently scoff in the distance, and Sarah closes her eyes in embarrassment as the room falls silent.

... and then, all hell breaks loose.

Tommy is beside himself, his face red, and his eyes filled with tears as he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his middle. "Shit, Henry! When I asked you to do this, I honestly didn't think you had the balls to go through with it, but I so owe you, my man!" he exclaims, enthusiastically high-fiving his nephew-in-law. "This is the best fucking day of my life!"

"Henry?!" Sarah exclaims, her face flushed with rage. "This is what you needed to do in the office at 6 am this morning?!"

Henry's expression crumbles as he witnesses his wife's ire, suddenly realizing that he's just dug himself into a deep hole. "Sarah," he stammers, attempting to regain composure. "This isn't what it looks like—"

Henry Yeah, Tommy asked me to put that meme into Sarah's PowerPoint last night. I would have done it at home, but Sarah doesn't like to bring her laptop home, you know, work-life balance? So I had to make an excuse to come to the office this morning. Was it a dumb ass idea? Yeah, probably. Did I kind of want to get back at Sarah's dad for making my life a living hell? [He looks at you awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.] Honestly, when you're like five beers in, drinking with Tommy- everything seems like a good idea. He dared me, you know? Said that I'm such a simp, trying to always please Joel. Called me a fucking pussy and everything! What else was I supposed to do? Sarah's going to kill me, huh? Do you think that she's gonna ask for a divorce?

"It's a meme. A meme of my Dad's dick pic with AN EGGPLANT EMOJI?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??! WHAT DID YOU MEAN FOR IT TO LOOK LIKE?!" she screams, pulling at her hair. "AND YOU, TOMMY MILLER!" she points at her uncle furiously, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!"

"Baby," Henry replies, his hands raised in an attempt to calm her down. "It's just a harmless prank, look—"

"No, you look, Henry! Does it seem like it's just a harmless prank?" she gestures to the room, her eyes wide. "Don't even think about coming to bed tonight. I can't even look at you! How dare you collaborate with Tommy, do you really want to go this way? Because I see you fucking around, and you're about to find out-"

"Oh come on, Sarah! you know these all-hands meetings are dull as fuck, I don't even know why you even bother, no one ever listens anyway!" Tommy exclaims, looking around the room. "Isn't this fun you guys? Come on, lighten up! It's not like y'all haven't seen my dick before! Your Papi's gonna live another day, I think we should all feel as comfortable as we want, fuck the rules!"

"...but Joel's is much bigger than yours!" someone yells amid the chaos, laughter, and banter echoing through the room. Sarah looks around helplessly in a panic, trying to grasp the situation unfolding.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I ain't small!" Tommy yells in retaliation.

"Do you think that this is helping, Uncle Tommy? I'm beginning to believe that the only reason why people don't take me seriously is because of all of the shit that you pull!" Sarah groans, looking like she's at the end of her rope. "I could mention that Tess is helping me facilitate this meeting to scare everyone but she's just off to the side, pretending to not be drinking under the table!"

Tess [She is sitting off to the side, smiling to herself as the chaos ensues, shaking her head.] I am drinking, because who else thinks it's appropriate to call an all-hands meeting first thing in the morning? I don't even want to be here. It's so fucking pointless, trying to get these shitheads to conform to a set of rules. [She witnesses Joel storming up to Tommy, his face full of rage and irritation, finger pointed right at him.] This is the consequence of hiring friends and family, isn't it? I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, but who's listening to me? I get it, everyone thinks I'm a bit of a bitch, and well... yeah, I am. Alright, time to rein this in— [She suddenly stands from her seat and walks over to Sarah, who appears to be disassociating into madness.]

"HEY!" Tess bellows, clapping her hands together. The room abruptly falls silent, Joel's hands frozen mid-grab on Tommy's flannel. Forty-eight pairs of eyes pivot towards Tess, a blend of shock and embarrassment spreading across their faces, reminiscent of children caught sneaking cookies from the jar by their mother. "Okay, that's enough!"

Her eyes are narrowed, hands on her hips. "This is what's going to happen. You're going to stop sending each other dick and tit pics through Slack, because as much as it is amusing," she smirks, winking at you, "I would really rather not have to deal with the fallout that comes with it," she shoots a pointed look at Connie, whose eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.

"The next time someone tries to fuck around and find out? I'm going to take that dirty photo, print a thousand fucking copies of it and stick that shit all over the office. Every fucking inch, every fucking nook and cranny is just gonna be dick and tit central," she paces around the room, placing a warning hand on Frank's shoulder. "As for this secret Slack chat, I'm going to give you all one chance to come clean. If you don't, and Sugar's report doesn't match who outs themselves right now," She scans the room, a smirk on the corner of her mouth appearing in satisfaction. "Yeah, you didn't think that we were monitoring that shit, huh? Well, I'll throw you all a bone: raise your hands if you are in this secret group chat, and I'll consider not docking your pay for insubordination. Your choice."

Frank [Looking at Tess as she slightly stumbles from where she's standing.] Yeah, she's toast.

The majority of the room begins to raise their hands, except you, Tess, Joel, and surprisingly, Frank.

Tess scoffs. "Really Frank? Really?"

"I have no clue what you're trying to imply, and seriously Tess? Are you really going to play that card? Are you going to dock your pay too?" Frank retorts. "I mean, just last night, you were drunkenly telling me that you heard Joel and Sugar-"

"If you utter another word, I'll fire you on the spot, Frank!" Joel shouts from across the room. "I mean it this time!"

Joel and Sugar [Joel wraps his arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your forehead while gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ears.] There, that's better. Don't hide your face, Mami; you're too beautiful to be hiding all of that, okay? Right, [he clears his throat.] You would think that people would be a little more professional around here, show me a bit of respect— [His gaze shifts to Tommy, who's engaged in laughter and banter with the team, his chest puffed out in triumph. Joel glares at him, shaking his head.] I'd like to think I try really hard to be a good boss. I pay fairly, I allow remote work, and damn it, I take pride in offering the best employee benefits in all of Austin. We even take a company trip to Hawaii every year, for fucks sake! [You squeeze his hand, pressing a kiss to his temple as he takes a frustrated breath.] Papi, if it means anything, I think you're the best boss any of these folks could ever ask for. They don't deserve you. [Joel nods.] Look, I don't know what to tell you. I got the ride of my life that morning, my sweet Mami riding my cock just right, you know? I would have been okay, going into my meeting with blue balls, just as long as Sugar got hers. Your pleasure is my pleasure... but I was just so fucking horny! I started to work out, yeah? Wanted to keep shit tight for my baby, and fuck, I was... what do they young kids say? Feeling yourself? [Joel nods again, smiling at you.] Yeah, 'feeling myself' or whatever. Anyway, I was in the meeting, and you messaged me, right? saying that you weren't going to be in for lunch? and I don't know if was the disappointment, or if I was just too horny, but fuck. I quickly excused myself and took a quick dick pic in my bathroom. I thought I was in the right Slack channel... so I sent it, and then the guys at The H Group asked me a whole bunch of questions, and then an hour later- Chaos. The messages kept flooding in! Frank was asking about how long I was, and Connie was sending me nude photos of herself- in my fucking office! Wait, what? [Your gaze meets Connie's, nervously seated as Frank goes on and on beside her. Her hands twitch like a possum that just got run over by an 18-wheeler. Yeah. Squirm for me, you think to yourself.] Yeah! And I just sat there, in shock, you know? Like this is the kind of shit that Tommy pulls, and I couldn't believe that I was so fucking stupid! Can you imagine the kind of therapy Sarah's gonna need? What if Ellie saw this?

"Who's up for some snacks?" Tommy calls out to the team, holding a basket filled with rather sizable cucumbers, bananas, and eggplants. "Help yourselves, compliments of Joel!"

Ellie [at the job site across town, hard hat fixed crookedly on top of her head.] Yeah, I saw it. There is not enough bleach in this world that could ever erase that image from my existence. [she glares at Sam, who just shrugs.] Thanks a lot, asshole!

"Alright, you degenerates!" Bill booms, bursting through the conference doors wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron, tongs in one hand, and a tray piled high with thickly cut steaks in the other. "This steak isn't going to eat itself!"

The team swarms Bill like seagulls spotting a tasty piece of bread on the boardwalk. Tommy grabs a t-bone with his bare hands, biting into it with the enthusiasm of a caveman.

"Hey," Joel whispers to you, his shoulder gently bumping yours. "Want to help me with something?" You nod eagerly as Joel swiftly guides you out of the conference room, heading towards the executive offices. You giggle as Joel ushers you into the room, pulling you into a kiss, his foot playfully kicking the door shut.

He moves the both of you over to where Tommy's desk is, pushing aside its contents off the tabletop in one fell swoop, the items clattering onto the floor. "Papi, what are you doing?" you ask cheekily as he bends you over the desk, lifting your skirt.

Joel growls and shoves you down onto the desk, his hands harshly grabbing onto your hips. Your arms scramble to find purchase as you knock over a framed photo of Tommy and Maria, watching helplessly as the image of their smiling faces falls onto the floor. His palm travels across your back, pinning you in place as he fiddles with his zipper with his other hand. "Line item 6," Joel murmurs as his hands begin to travel across the globes of your ass, squeezing and spreading and slapping them until you're so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs.

Joel hums in appreciation. "Thats right Mami, get nice and wet for me, okay?" You can feel him pump his cock against you, notching his head at your entrance. "You gonna make a nice mess for me, baby?" he asks through gritted teeth as he strokes through your folds with his dick.

"Yesss," you moan, pushing your ass back toward him.

Joel pushes into you to the hilt in one brutal thrust as you cry out, grabbing onto the edge of the desk as he begins to pound into you in earnest, his thrusts so hard and punishing that the desk begins to rattle. You squeeze your eyes shut as Joel gathers your hair in his hand, pulling you back towards him. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna come so fucking hard, fill this pussy up and watch as it drips out of you, maybe fuck you again if we still have time-"

You gasp, taking a deep breath as his thrusts become so erratic it pushes you up the desk, lifting one leg onto the surface as Joel angles himself higher, hitting a spot so deep within you that you bite your lip from crying out, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. You squeeze around his cock as you chase your high, hoping that Joel can maintain his composure long enough so you both can finish together. "No Mami, stay with me, come with me-"

He leans over you, pressing you onto the desk as he grabs onto your shoulders, pounding into you, his breath hot against your neck as he buries his face into it, huffing from exertion. "I'm so close Mami, I'm gonna... Fuck!" He bites your shoulder as he cums in one last brutal stroke, his hands harshly grasping your thighs as you feel his hot spend flow deep into your belly. You rock your hips onto him as his hand goes to your clit, rubbing until you are weak in the knees, your body trembling beneath his. "Fuck Joel," you say a little breathless as you slump onto the table as Joel pulls out of you, his finger probing into you as he pushes his leaking cum back where it belongs. "Come on, lets clean this up and head back before they notice-"

Joel just snorts as he zips up his jeans. "No," he replies nonchalantly as he catches his breath.

"No?" you ask as you straighten yourself up, frowning at him.

"Line item six says I bend you over his desk and leave a little souvenir," he motions to the mess on the floor, pens and papers scattered about.

"He's going to fucking murder you, Joel," you chuckle, pulling him into a kiss.

"Yeah? Well, he shouldn't have fucked around, because he's about to find out." He simply replies, taking your hand in his. "Come on, little Mami, quickly now, before he realizes we're gone..."

You share a laugh as he guides you back into the conference room. Bill raises an eyebrow at both of you, handing over a plate with steaming steak, as if he just finished cooking it. "I thought I'd save your lunches for last, figured you guys needed some extra time," he says, clearing his throat and nodding towards Tommy, who seems entirely oblivious to your brief disappearance. "You know Tommy, can't resist a good piece of steak," Bill continues, gesturing at Joel. "It's like everything around him disappears for a moment; you could rob him blind, and he wouldn't even notice," he adds with a small smile, placing a hand on Joel's shoulder and giving him a knowing look. "Enjoy your lunch, you two."

Bill Look, I wouldn't call myself a nosy person, but I am perceptive. [He glances at Frank whispering and giggling to Connie off to the side, rolling his eyes.] Look at them. They think that they're the eyes and ears of this operation, but what they don't know, is that I. Know. Everything. I am a survivalist. I gather intel on all of my surroundings, even if I am surrounded by absolute morons. [Bill takes another sip of coffee, subtly glancing around him before making eye contact with you, the reader, once more] So if you want to know the real scoop, the real ins-and-outs of this company, and not have to deal with the lunatics in Frank's not-so-secret shit talk club, come to me, I'll set you on the right path. At least I have snacks. [He looks off to you and Joel, giving a curt nod as he starts to cut into his own steak.] As much as I respect Tommy, he's not the one signing my checks at the end of the day. If there's anything that I value more than anything, it's loyalty. I don't like to play around, hate it when people bite the hands that feed them. People like that need to be taught a lesson. Joel's a good man, and sometimes, we fuck up... but it's how we handle ourselves after the fact that matters. If that means I help out an old friend, well- [he smiles as Tommy walks towards the conference room doors, heading back to his office. Bill smiles out into the distance.]

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bexsld · 9 months

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Lena sat at her desk finishing up the last of her emails for the day. She glared at her best friend, and colleague, who was sitting on the white couch staring at her from across the room. She’d been waiting there for her to finish for almost an hour.

"Please explain to me how you managed to get me to agree to this?" Lena asked.

"Because you're my maid of honour and you're legally obligated to be there.”

Lena groaned. "Yes, but Greece, Sam? Really? And a party area no less," she grumbled.

For reasons unknown to her, Alex and Sam had decided to go to Zante for a week and managed to convince their respective Maids of Honour to go with them. Kara was excited, but that was a given, she'd been wanting some time off work and away from Supergirl duties.

Lena on the other hand was dreading it. She couldn’t think of anything worse. She’d been complaining about it at least once a day for the past month.

"Lighten up, Lena. The company won't fall apart without you here. You need a break. You've been working a lot lately," Sam said.

Sam wasn't wrong, and Lena was well aware that she'd been spending more and more time in her office over the past few weeks. Even Kara had made the odd comment to her over the past few days over the increase in her already obscene working habits.

"I'm simply trying to get ahead on what I'm going to be missing," Lena argued with a shrug.

"Exactly. You're probably ahead till at least September at this rate. A little summer holiday is not going to kill you."

It might, she wanted to bite back, but Lena knew better than to argue with her friend. Sam was one of the very few people who knew how to beat her in an argument, or at least, temporarily convince her to stop.

“And, if you don’t recall, we’re meant to be meeting Alex and Kara at your apartment for dinner,” Sam quickly added.

Lena looked at the time and saw it was nearing 6pm and was on her feet in an instant, closing her laptop and slipping it into her bag.

“Whipped!” Sam coughed. “If I’d known all I had to do was to mention that Kara was waiting I would’ve said something an hour ago.”

Welcome to the dumb little fic I wrote. An engaged Alex and Sam drag Kara and Lena away on a trip away to celebrate the engagement. Lena runs into an ex and when asked if her and Kara are dating, Kara says yes. Hijinks ensues.

Lots of fluff. Some poorly written smut. But a lot of dumb yearning which is my specialty.

#very seldom post about my fics on here #but here you go #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #supercorp endgame

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Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

To be updated as I go 🙃

Asks are open - please feel free to send me a request!

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Hogwarts Legacy: The Price of Power (Complete) 🔞

Sebastian, Ominis and Dracaena embark on a new adventure in their seventh year, navigating a growing love angle and discovering a dastardly plot against Dracaena. In trying to find out more, they discover something far larger than any of them had anticipated, and the fate of the world rests in their hands.

(Warnings - eventual smut, love angle, eventual throuple, lots of angst, some comfort and mature themes)

Ao3 🔞

Wattpad 🔞

Audio Version 🔞

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Hogwarts Legacy: The Cost of Love (Coming 21st June)

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✨Professor Fig Adopts the Emerald Trio✨

An alternate timeline in which Professor Fig adopts Sebastian, Ominis and Dracaena at the end of fifth year, offering them sage advice, fatherly love and affection, and helping to get them out of (and occasionally into) trouble.

Hijinks ensue. Fluffy and sweet, some angst but mostly cute.

Part 1

Part 2

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Sebastian Sallow

A Promise of a Theory

Professor Fig almost trips over a studious young Slytherin desperately searching for a way to cure his sister outside his classroom. The kindly professor offers Sebastian some advice and comfort.

The Bars Between Us 🔞 Part 2

Sebastian is rescued from Azkaban after six long years, but he's not the man his friends once knew, and he needs some TLC.

Sebastian Makes a New Friend

Sebastian is adopted by a stray cat.

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Ominis Gaunt

The Sleeping Snake🔞

Things get a bit too much for a very randy Ominis when his snoozing partner is just that smidge too lovely. (Unedited oneshot)

Taming the Serpent 🔞

In their final year of school, Ominis Gaunt is the only person in all of Hogwarts that seems to be immune to the captivating beauty of one Silvermaria Rivers. Little does he know that the one person who can't see her splendour may be the only one who can love her for who she really is. Ominis has his own demons to banish before he can even think of anything as tiresome as romance, but as time goes by, Silver opens his eyes, so to speak, to a brand new, intoxicating world.

Ominis leaves a voicemail 🔞

A lonely Ominis leaves you a needy and very explicit voicemail

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Professor Sharp x Professor Garlick

Brewing Desires (Part 1) 🔞

Aesop has long had a crush on Mirabel, and at the Hogwarts Professor's annual Christmas drinks at the Three Broomsticks, he finally decides to make a move.

Brewing Desires (Part 2) 🔞

Following their encounter, Aesop is confused by Mirabel's ordinary behaviour. Following his jealousy at seeing her talk to another man, things come to a head in his office.

Brewing Desires (Part 3)

Though they try to keep it a secret, a certain arsehole Professor learns of their relationship, and an unfortunate dose of Babbling Brew leads Aesop to say more than he should.

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Poppy Sweeting x Garreth Weasley

Of Creatures and Cauldrons (Part 1)

Poppy has a major crush on Gareth. There's only one problem; he's in love with someone else.

Of Creatures and Cauldrons (Part 2)

Natsai tries to help Poppy go on a date with her secret crush, Garreth, but things don't go to plan when Garreth's crush turns up.

Of Creatures and Cauldrons (Part 3)

Poppy is distraught over her lack of returned feelings, and Prof. Garlick steps in with an encouraging word.

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Headcanons

Garreth Weasley ABCs

Ominis Gaunt ABCs

Sebastian Sallow ABCs

Ominis Gaunt NSFW ABCs 🔞

Sebastian Sallow NSFW ABCs 🔞

Sebastian and Ominis HCs

Garreth Weasley NSFW ABCs 🔞

Sebastian Sallow is a Fox 🦊

The Emerald Trio's Wands 🪄

In a Muggle Nursing Home 🧓🏻👴🏻

Drunk at a Party 🍻

Batchelor/ette Party 🕊️

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Reactions

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bg-brainrot · 5 months

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The Smut Peddlers of Sharess' Caress (Astarion x Tav)

In honor of spontaneously deciding to add a part 2 to this silly little fic, posting part 1 on tumblr.

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: The group finds smut about you (Tav) and Astarion. Hijinks ensue.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Humor, lots of innuendos, shadowheart loves smut, karlach doesnt read but will make an exception for this, there is no smut, nothing against smut we love smut in this house

Word count: ~2.5k

Your group is in Wyrm’s Crossing on this bright Baldurian day. You originally were just planning on returning various parts of a certain clown to the circus, but on your way back to the Lower City you get waylaid easily and find yourselves in Sharess' Caress. Everyone is used to your aimless wandering at this point, so Astarion, Karlach, and Shadowheart follow in tow without question.

While you have no strict purpose in visiting, you do want to check-in with Mamzell Amira to make sure that no one has been troubling her since you dealt with her missing girl. The brothel seems unchanged from the last time you visited, and you walk up to its proprietor with a wave.

“Why if it isn’t the hero with a penchant for whips,” she smiles at you warmly. “What can I do for you? Anyone I can get for you, or are you here for the latest erotic verse? I thought you might find it quite… scintillating.”

You shrug off her suggestions, “Nothing in particular, just wanted to make sure no one was bothering you after that assassin.”

“Oh, we’ve been doing just peachy, thanks to you,” she says. “Though I hear you never took me up on your boon, the Drow twins have been awfully upset about it.”

Chancing a brief glance at Astarion, you find him looking surprisingly unconcerned at the mention of the Drow twins. He had been uncomfortable before, which is all you had needed to hear to put an end to that conversation. “Yes, thank you so much for your generosity, but I haven’t found myself in need of your services,” you reply, remaining light in your tone.

“It certainly seems like it,” she purrs, and you’re not sure what to make of her comment before she continues. “Well, I hate feeling indebted to anyone. What do you say you look through the shelves of our erotic literature and pick some out, free of charge. You may even find some inspiration.” She winks at you conspiratorially, as if Astarion isn’t watching the entire conversation unfold.

Karlach giggles behind you and whispers, ”Oooo, I might actually pick up reading if it’s that inspirational.”

You clear your throat a bit and say, “I’ll take a look. I wouldn’t want to make you indebted to us.”

Mamzell Amira points you in the direction of the bookshelves, and your group files off toward them. Astarion is giving you a sidelong look as he says, “You know, if you wanted to take her up on the Drow twins, I could be persuaded.”

You scoff. “I don’t want to persuade you to do anything. Besides, what if she’s right? Don’t you want to see what creative ideas these smut peddlers have thought up?”

He seems a bit relieved to hear you say that, but his tone remains offended, “Excuse me, are you critiquing my skills as a lover? From the noises you make, I don’t think you’re allowed to–”

“For the love of the Moonmaiden, Astarion, you know we can hear you?” Shadowheart has already reached the shelves and takes a moment away from perusing to glare at the vampire.

“Of course I know you can hear me,” he says with a smirk. “Just as well as you can hear my dearest—”

“Astarion,” you give him a warning look. “Look through the smut like the rest of us or get out.”

Your love gives you an exaggerated pout before saying, “Fine. I don’t need books to teach me what I know. If you need me, I’ll be getting a drink.” You watch him skulk off, finding his jealousy over the potential skill of fictional lovers quite endearing.

Finally, you turn your attention to the bookshelves Mamzell had indicated. Karlach and Shadowheart are already heavily invested, rifling through stacks of books with ornate fonts and passionate covers.

One book in particular seems to be front and center, perhaps a new title or a bestseller. You pick it up and look down at the cover more closely.

The title reads “Love at First Knife: A Roguish Tale of Blood and Lust” in a flowing script. On the cover you see two individuals, one of whom, a silver-haired man with pointed ears and ruby-red eyes, is holding a knife to the others’ throat. The other figure is gazing lovingly into the firsts’ eyes, their hands grasping at his bare chest.

“Gods below,” you whisper, once you’ve comprehended what’s in your hands. “Shadowheart, Karlach, look what I found.”

Both women walk over to you, peering over each of your shoulders. “What’s that?” Shadowheart asks, not quite registering the vague familiarity of the two figures on the cover.

You point to the silver-haired, pale elf and say, “Does that look like anyone you know?”

“It’s not!” Karlach gasps. “Is that supposed to be… Astarion?”

Based on the crude facsimile of your own face yearning for him and the title, you are fairly certain it is. “And I think that’s supposed to be me,” you point out, dumbfounded at the novel in your hands. “How is this possible?”

“Well, the smut peddlers put out quite a lot of writing, they can write an entire book in a matter of days.” After receiving a questioning look from you, she adds, “From what I hear. I wouldn’t know.” She’s blushing from the tips of her ears down to her neck, and you suspect that you may find a surprise stash of erotic books near her bed at the Elfsong if you look close enough.

Karlach claps Shadowheart on the shoulder. “Nothing to be ashamed of knowing. Just don’t hold back on me, alright?”

Shadowheart shakes her head lightly, “Regardless, we’ve been in the city for a few weeks and we haven’t exactly been subtle about it. I’m sure you’ve attracted plenty of attention.”

She’s not wrong– your entire group has had some very public confrontations, and several key figures of the city were aware of your presence. Plus there was an entire article in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette about your group’s accomplishments.

“Fair,” you admit. “But how did they know about Astarion?” You touch the cover carefully, as if expecting the book to combust in your hands.

“Well, aside from his loud proclamations of your love,” Shadowheart rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe it was Mamzell Amira herself, she did mention you’d like the newest erotic verse.”

“Please tell me you’re going to read it,” Karlach says, barely containing her excitement. “If you don’t, I will.”

You tut at her. “If anyone here gets to read about my and Astarion’s passionate love making, it will be me.”

“Oh just you and the hundreds of others who have probably already picked up a copy,” Shadowheart adds, unhelpfully.

Despite that, you don’t feel mortified. Really, you just feel a burning sense of curiosity. You gently thumb the cover, hesitating to turn the page. “What if it’s terrible?”

“It probably will be,” Shadowheart says, matter-of-factly. “That’s not why you read it though.”

You flip to the first page and start skimming. “Sweet hells, his name is Arstaron.”

“That’s amazing,” Karlach’s face bends down to read too. “Did that just say ‘brooding curls’? Do his curls brood?”

Shadowheart is reading along as well, “There’s an entire page dedicated to describing his abs. Are they really this… sculpted?”

You shake your head. “They’re lovely, but I don’t think I could ‘grill a set of gnoll ribs over them’ like it says.”

“Enough descriptors, skip ahead to the good bits,” Karlach prods at your hand, begging you to hurry up.

You skip ahead a few dozen pages and stop when you spot the words ‘passionate thrusts.’ “Here we go…”

The three of you silently read for a moment before Karlach breaks the silence. “Oh my, soldier, how did I never consider how flexible you both are.”

Your face reddens, as you’re suddenly reminded that your friends are now vividly imagining you and Astarion vigorously making love. “Let’s, uh, go back to the descriptor bits.”

A few minutes later, you’re reading down a passage describing his ‘member’ and the laughter that rumbles out of Karlach might bring down the entire brothel. It’s certainly loud enough to bring the attention of the roguish lover being described.

“What do we have here?” Astarion stalks over, clearly sensing that the excited bustle might be worth a laugh. You hunch over the book, protectively. “My dear, are you hiding something from me?”

You quickly pass off the book to Karlach, quickly responding with, “I would never.”

“Love, you know you don’t need to hide anything from me,” he says, smoothly.

Karlach is quick to follow that with a snort, “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what Arstaron says when he takes off his lover’s clothes!”

“Arstaron?” He quirks an eyebrow at you in question and you reluctantly take the book back from Karlach to hand to him.

“Apparently,” you start. “You and I are the subjects of the latest erotic novel, courtesy of Sharess' Caress.”

Looking down at the cover, Astarion seems dumbfounded. “Is that supposed to be… me?”

You nod, reluctantly. You had gotten him a statue and a painting commissioned, but he still hasn’t seen himself often and you wouldn’t consider this the best representation. “They definitely took some, well a lot, of creative liberties.”

He looks down at it more carefully, amusement coloring his face. “I quite like what they did with your face, the longing is lovely.”

“That’s quite enough of that,” you say, reaching for the book.

Astarion holds it just out of your reach and says, “No, no, we’ve earned a reward for helping the fine proprietor of this establishment. I want this to be my reward.”

“What,” you say, incredulously. “You wouldn’t read it. You said you don’t like smut.”

“I never said that.” He starts flipping through the pages of the book. “I just said I know more than these novels. I still do, mind you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not tempted by the mention of your ‘trembling lips’ as it says.”

“Wait, how many copies are there?” Karlach is back at the shelf. “Let’s read it together!”

You balk at the idea of your lovelife becoming the team’s book club. But you’re very much resigned to the idea that someone in your group is walking out with this book. “No, no, one copy is more than enough. Besides, we don’t want to take advantage of Mamzell’s generosity.”

“I don’t much like to share, love. Best get a few copies,” Astarion says, already adopting his reading stance as he flips back to the first page.

“Ugh, fine. Karlach, you and Shadowheart share one. I’ll share with Astarion.” You put up a finger. “Only on the condition that we tell no one else.”

A small huff leaves Karlach’s mouth. “Really? Really really?” Karlach pleads. “Maybe just one? I know Jaheira would get a kick outta this.”

You respect Jaheira so deeply, the idea of her reading of your wanton pleasures fills you with dread. “Please not Jaheira,” you whisper.

“Be careful, dear,” Astarion mumbles, his nose buried into the book. “You keep whispering her name like that, the next edition will feature a second silver-haired companion with pointy ears.”

His words give you a creeping paranoia and you look around, as if the smut peddlers are watching you at this very moment. “Okay, grab your books, let’s get out of here.”

“So soon?” Karlach says, nabbing a second copy of Love at First Knife before you can change your mind.

“Yes, we’re probably disturbing the clientele,” you say, waving away her disappointment. “Shadowheart?”

You realize that she’s already twenty pages into Love at First Knife and has barely registered your conversation. “Oh, yes? Are we leaving?”

“I work with a group of lecherous fools,” you mutter, grabbing her and Astarion by the sleeves. “Come on.”

You wave to Mamzell Amira on the way out, “Thank you for the books!”

She yells after you, “Be sure to return soon, we’re already hard at work on volume two!”

Shadowheart pauses her reading to perk up. “Oh, we’d best make a trip back then. This is surprisingly well-done.” She mumbles, half-heartedly, “Not that I would know.”

“No, no, you’re right,” Astarion says from your other side. “I quite like the way they describe my artistry. Take a look, dear.”

He shoves the book back into your face for a passage that reads, ‘his motions are as fluid as the waves of a water elemental’ and you swat the book out of the way. “If you start moving like that, I think I’m more likely to scream in horror.”

You walk along in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, as your three companions read. Then you spot Karlach behind you, fanning herself with her copy of the book. She meets your questioning look with a chuckle, “I thought I was already too hot to handle, but I think I’ll need to cool down after reading the climax of that book.”

“How did you already get there?” Shadowheart gasps, looking up.

“I skipped to the good bits!” Karlach replies easily. “And let me tell you, they were good.”

You facepalm momentarily before looking between your fingers at Astarion. He seems remarkably enthralled by the book, and suddenly you’re worried. Oh no, what if I’m a better fictional lover than a real lover. Distantly, you hear Shadowheart and Karlach discussing the novel, but your attention is focused entirely on the man’s eyes, reading back and forth as you walk.

Sensing your gaze, the vampire finally looks up and smiles pleasantly. He closes the book and with his free hand reaches for yours. “My love, please, and I cannot stress this enough, do not take inspiration from this book.”

“What? Why not?” You ask, confused. “Karlach just said it was amazing?”

“Yes, well,” he leans into you. “I think doing somersaults into each other's arms might be more likely to result in a broken rib than pleasurable exploration.”

You give a surprised laugh, leaning back into him, “Are you doubting my expertise as a lover now?”

“Not at all, my dear,” he says, rubbing his thumb along the outside of your hand gently. “You are so very perfect. Which is why I wouldn’t want you to take too much from this poorly written version of you. Reality is far better than fiction in this case.”

Your heart swells at the words, though you can’t help but ask your next question. “So no chance of acrobatics after dark?”

Astarion takes a glance at your companions, and sees they’re still in a heated debate about the novel. With words meant only for you, he whispers into your ear. “Don’t you worry, there are plenty of other ways we can make use of our flexibility.”

With his breath tickling your skin, a few peppered kisses along your neck, and a promise of some time alone together, you make your way back to the Elfsong Tavern with a skip in your step. You wonder if the smut peddlers of Sharess' Caress know how deeply you care for this man, or how little they got right about all of the parts of him that matter.

Part 2 here!

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #astarion fluff #tadfools tomfoolery

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luvrxbunny · 10 months

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hi!! welcome to my masterlist!! it took me soo long to figure out how to make this. i write for every character here and on my kinktober list so you can check those out!

i will write for characters i don’t know if i like the prompt enough but i cannot promise it’ll be accurate to how they truly are.

{i post every Sunday and unless it's a requested story, those come out on Thursday}

i currently only have smut so

KINKTOBER 2023

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look at me - 2.1k [The way you look at Joel proves to be an issue for him.] honey - 3.6k [You almost die, it makes Joel crave you.] saving it for you - 4.4k [Joel goes away for 3 weeks. He’s saved himself for you.] buzz - 3.5k [You get high with Joel and some things are discussed.] my love - 3.4k [Joel tells you that he loves you for the first time.] bath time - 4.2k [Ellie steals all the hot water. Joel has a solution.]

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his favorite taste - 3.7k [Eddie tastes you for the first time.] silver - 3.5k [Eddie has you sit in during a meeting and hijinks ensue.] loveseat - 4.5k [It’s Halloween! You go as a vampire and Eddie loves your fangs.]

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fangs - 1.9k [You see Miguel's fangs for the first time.]

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baldurs-writers-3 · 1 month

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Fluff: A Baldur's Gate 3 Rec List

This week, we have Fluff Fics! Check under the cut for 12 fics that include a lot of soft love and gentle comfort, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Baldur's Fairytales by CobaltCactus (2899,Teen) Warnings: Nothing triggering in here! Pairings: Lae'zel/Shadowheart

A short shadowzel fic inspired by old fairytales and such.

Reccer says: PLEASE WHAT ISNT THERE TO LIKE ABOUT IT. ITS ADORABLE I LOVE IT AND IT MADE ME TEAR UP 😭. Anyways, it reads like it was actually written years ago as a precautionary tale without the precautions. It's so fucking sweet and I JUST CANNTTT UGHHHHHHHGG

Covert Kindnesses by brewstersbru (1938,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

In which Astarion is secretly nice and Halsin is exceedingly (annoyingly) observant.

Reccer says: I'm a sucker for Astarion pretending to be a jerk while also secretly being incredibly kind

Halving the Grief by Ineffable_Hannigram (2035,General) Warnings: Themes of grief and healing Pairings: Astarion & Arebella, Astarion/Halsin

Arebella seeks comfort in an unlikely candidate.

Reccer says: It's just very soft and sweet

Cat Burglars by AbigailMoment (5007,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Tav/Halsin

Astarion and Staeve get polymorphed into cats. Now Halsin has to make sure they don't get themselves killed

Reccer says: Now there's literal fluff! But also just lots of sweet tender care in the form of cats and their druid

Glad Tidings by partingxshot (25638,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate)

A choose your own adventure fic staring... Ulder Ravengard?! Astarion is his son-in-law to be - he hates this, can the miracle of midwinter solve the family strife?!

Reccer says: its fucking hilarious and you can mock Ulder mercilessly via bad decisions. ALSO THE FESTIVE HAT.

It's the world that falls away from me by Whumper (381,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

Halsin's blood is so yummy that Astarion basically goes into subspace lol

Reccer says: So very soft and light and good

Owlbear Vignettes by BlackjackKent (2062,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Buddy the owlbear cub, and his adventures in camp with his new family.

Reccer says: Pure, unadulterated FLUFF of the highest quality

Gentle Hands by onlymine139 (7415,Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin/Tav

Astarion returns to camp after a long day in Baldur's Gate and Tavara is nowhere to be found. He finds her and Halsin together relaxing by the river and has to decide whether or not he should tell them how he feels.

Reccer says: A good blend of fluff and smut, very sweet with lots of soft moments.

Bouquet of the Frontiers by Tavylia_Sin (5796,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Wyll & Friends

Wyll tries to spend the tiefling party off on his own. His friends decide they would much rather adorn him in flowers and affirmations instead.

Reccer says: Very sweet. The found family vibes are impeccable

A Sweet Escapade by QueenOfCats135 (4484,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Mattis needs to find a way to celebrate Silfy's birthday. Hijinks ensue.

Reccer says: Just a fun little romp with a bunch of sticky fingered kids

Kvitravn by Mellybaggins (3120,Teen) Warnings: Injury Pairings: Gale/Tav

When Laileth is injured in a fight, Gale takes it upon himself to teach her some protective magic, to mixed results. In the process, the two friends find out their relationship could become something more.

Reccer says: It's sweet and playful and fun to read.

Dancing in The Dark by justmightyshadows (703,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Karlach/Lae'zel, Shadowheart/Karlach, Shadowheart/Halsin

Karlach returns from the hells and notices that feelings might still be lingering from a past relationship.

Reccer says: I liked it!

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daniegraceg · 9 months

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The Drive in

A Joel miller smut drabble

18+

Warnings: smut, fingering, 69, cum eating, face riding, exhibitionism, grinding, squirting, public sex, car sex, uummm I think that's it? Lemme know if I missed anything!!

This has been rotting in my brain. You go to the drive in to see Barbie and Oppenheimer. Just who do you meet there? The Miller Brothers, of course. Sexy hijinks ensue.

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“SHIT!! We didn’t get first!” Andy yells with a slam of her wrist.

“HA! I told you we wouldn’t. Pay up bitch!” You giggle. “Knew we left too late for first.” She reluctantly hands you a $5 bill.

Nevermind The fact that you were SECOND in line. The best was whether you’d be first in line, do you won.

“Sorry ladies!” A tall, muscular man said, stepping out of the passenger side of the truck in front of you, smirk plastered on his face. “Names Tommy, this here’s Joel. Maybe next time we can all ride together, get there at the same time.” He gives you a wink, earning him an eyeroll in return.

“That’s presumptuous.” You laugh “ you thought that’d work on me?” Tommy shrugs with a chuckle.

“Worked on mmeee” your friend Andy laughs, twirling her hair, giving heart eyes to Tommy.

“Oh christ.” You roll your eyes and sigh. Turning ti Joel, you introduce uourself. “That’s Andy. I take it yall are more here for the 2nd movie, huh?” taking in his distinct lack of PINK in his attire.

“Hmph, yeah. Tommy claimed its “more economical to go ahead seeing it here stead of just seeing Oppenheimer. Think he secretly does wanna see Barbie.” He smiles and winks at you and you’re weak in the fucking knees. You won’t let him onto that though.

“Hmm. I can totally see that. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” You smile “pretty sure it’s sacrilegious to see this movie without any pink on. The barbie gods may smite you.”

“Who says I ain’t got any on” his eyes trail up and down your body “under my clothes.”

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, hoping he doesn’t see.

He does, egging you on with a smirk.

So, you smirk back.

“Well, I’d love to see proof, but alas, I’m pretty sure it has to be somewhere a PG-13 Barbie can see. So here,” you take out your pink scrunchie, grab his hand, lift it to boob level, and slip it on his wrist, “take this. Should keep you sage from barbies wrath” you give him a wink and see his lip visibly quiver.

“Why thank ya ma’am. I owe you my life.” He says as he repeats the same motion as you did, only this time lifting your hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on your hand. Grinning as he drops your hand from his mouth.

Ohh, this will be fun.

You give him a small half grin and raise your eyebrow, head cocked to the side.

He smirks back and god its glorious.

“Guess I don’t need to ask ya which one you’re here for.” Joel says, eliciting a faux shocked gasp in return.

“How dare you sir! I’m into both! I’m a huge history nerd, especially anything revolving WW2 & Christopher nolan fan, And of course I love Barbie – its BARBIE. Plluuss Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling, I mean come on.”

Joel lets out a laugh and throws his hands up “Fair enough, ya got me there. My apologies.”

“you’re forgiven just this once” you wink at him with a smile.

“so, what do ya do when you’re not at the drive in?” Joel asks you, looking a bit nervous all of a sudden.

“Oh ya know, causing mayhem” you joke. “I don’t get a whole lot of free time honestly, I’m a single mom to two kids so they’re a fucking handful. “ you sheepishly rub your hands in your neck, thinking you may have just fucked your chances for a hookup.

“She’s also a fucking DOCTOR. Why don’t you ever lead with that?!” Andy yells, pulling her mouth from Tommy’s long enough to speak.

“OOHHH a doctor? Damn Joel, she may be outta your league, brother.” Tommy retorts with a smirk before their mouths are on each other again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not like a surgeon or some shit. I have my doctorate in psychology, I’m a therapist.”

Joel lets out a low whistle with a smile, “still hell of impressive darlin. How long ya been doing that?”

“about 3 years or so, got a late start with schooling. But I specialize in children’s therapy. How about you? What do you do?”

“Oowee! That takes a hell of a person to do that . Me? I’m a contractor, uh, both Tommy and I are, nothing glamorous.”

“HM, a man that’s good with his hands..” you smirk at him again and see his Adam’s apple Bob in his throat as you snake a hand up his arm. “you must be good with wood too huh?” you chuckle as you feel goosebumps form under your touch.

Youre too focused on this little game you’re playing with Joel that you don’t hear a few more cars pull in behind you. Apparently, neither does Andy, jumping in the air out of surprise as some women get out of the car behind you and yell “Hi Barbie!” to you both.

“HI Barbie!” You holler back with a big smile on your face. “LOVE your outfit! Did you make that belt?!”

Now Andy is joining you and all the women are talking excitedly about each other’s Barbie themed outfits.

“Are they your kens?” one of the women ask, eyeing Joel up and down with a grin. You feel your cheeks get hot inexplicably.

“Oh, uh, n-“ you start before Joel is interrupting you.

“yup, evenin Barbies.” Joel says while wrapping an arm around your waist, sending heat pooling to your core and utterly soaking your panties.

“Damn, lucky Barbie” she smiles at you with a wink.

“Hope that was OK darlin’” Joel whispers in your ear. “just not interested in any other Barbie tonight..” he says as his eyes roam up and down your body causing your whole body to shiver.

“Fine by me” you smile as you lean your body into him more. “could have fun with it, make up a whole backstop of our love” you laugh.

Joel cocks his head with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “hm, sounds intriguing. Whatcha got in mind?”

You spend the next half hour making up elaborate story lines, laughing together at the different absurd situations. Finally, the gates open and you each get into your respective vehicles to park.

Joel and tommy park with their truckbed towards the screen, situating right in the middle of thr back row for the best view. You and Andy follow suit right behind them, the back of your VW Hippie bus parked with a full view of the screen as well, right next to their truck.

You all bring out some lawn chairs and set them near your tailgates. It’s still over 2 hours until sundown when the movie starts, giving you plenty of time to talk more before the movie starts.

“ooohh we should get some food before it gets really busy!” Andy exclaims to you.

“yyeesss. Popcorn sounds divine, let’s go” you say back.

“You ladies sit tight, well get it for ya.” Joel says with a smile, eyes crinkling even more under the Texas sun.

The men get your food orders and head off to the concession stands.

“you and Joel should take the van, me and tommy will take the truck.” Abby excitedly says as soon as she’s sure they’re out of ear shot.

“We barely know them! And there’s people around!” you’re not all that shocked at your friends brazen statement, she’s always been more sexually free than you.

“don’t need to know em to let them make us feel good” she replies with a devilish grin on her face. “and the van is enclosed, if you shut the door, their truck has a topper which is more than fine for me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but I wanna fuck Tommy in that truck. I gotta do it soon so once the movie starts I can focus and watch it.”

You gave her a side eye as you said, “thought this was supposed to be a girls night?”

“It still is! Just, wish some extra people! Come oonn, im not gunna he able to focus on the movies if im so fucking horny!” she whined.

You rolled your eyes at her attempt at puppy dog eyes. You let out a long laugh before finally conceding.

“Alright, alright. Enough of that” you laugh.

She let’s out an excites squeal right when Joel and tommy are making their way back to you, prompting confused looks from both of the men.

You awkwardly cough before saying “She’s just really excited for barbie.”

Joel smirks at you as Tommy smirks at Andy, both letting out an disbelieving “mmhhmm”

“Hey joel!” Andy says, face beaming, “you should have her show you how she’s decked out the inside of the van, it’s very cool”

Joel’s cheeks tint pink as he says “uh, sure, if that’s alright with you, darlin’”

“Oh! Uh yeah, absolutely, come on!” you say with a smile to Joel, leading him into your “hippie van”

Before you close the doors you hear Andy say to Tommy, “You. Me. Your truck. Now.”

Tommy replies “yes ma’am.” Before they’re locked away in the truck.

Joel lets out a laugh. “she aint one for subtly, is she?”

“Never once in all the years ive known her have I seen her be subtle” you laugh too.

“nice digs ya got here” Joel says, eyes roaming around the van. “very hippie vibes” he laughs.

“Thanks! That’s exactly what I was going for!” you respond with a smile.

The seats have been replaced with pillows scattered on the floor, blankets, a giant bohemian style pillow underneath the stacks.

“this looks like something you’d see at Woodstock, and it’s fucking amazing. You do all this yourself darlin'?” Joel asks, still taking in the everything.

“sure did! And that’s also the vibes I was going for!” you laugh again, plopping down on the pillows. You pat the spot next to you to get Joel to lay by your side. He comes and lays next to you, so close your bodies are touching and it shoots electricity through your body.

“We uh, still have some more time to kill before the movie starts…” you say as you turn your body to face his.

He smirks and follows suit, turning on his side so he’s facing you as well. His hand comes up a brushes a stray hair out of your face. “Hm. That’s true. Whatever will we do with our time?” he inches hid body just a little closer to yours.

“I bet we could think of a few things” you smile, moving your body even closer to his. You’re close enough to feel his heart beating through his shirt, can feel his jeans tightening at his waist.

“Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” he asks with a look in his eyes like he’s worried you’ll say no.

How could you ever say no to those eyes.

“of course, Joel” you smile.

The next thing you know he’s cupping your face. Enveloped in his large hand, running a thumb a long your jaw before he’s pulling you in for a kiss. Gentle at first, cautious, until you start deepening the kiss, desperate for tastes of him.

You glide your tongue a long his lip, asking for entrance and he accepts, moaning softly into your mouth. His hands move to the back of your head , burying itself in your hair.

You hitch your leg over his and roll your self so you’re straddling his lap. You both let out a moan when your aching cunt runs over his bulging cock just begging to be free from its denim prison.

His hands land on your thighs, squeezing lightly before sliding back to cup your ass.

He swiftly pulls you forward, bringing you impossibly closer, eliciting a squeal of delight from you.

“hush now darlin, you don’t want everybody hearing us do you?” he smiles before placing his soft lips on your collar bone.

He sucks a tender spot on your neck, making you let out a needy moan. “I probably sshouldn’t, bbbuuutttt, it’s kind of hot”

Joel stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, eyes dark with lust. For a moment you worry you’ve said the wrong thing.

Joel’s eyes darken even more and a smirk spreads across his face. “Dirty, dirty girl” he licks his lips as his hand traces further up your thigh, eyes not leaving yours. “You want them to hear you moan? Hear you cum? Hear how well you take my cock?”

his right hand dips below your waistband until its on your pussy, gathering the slick there as Joel lets out a guttural groan. His left hand rounds the back of your head, pulling your head closer to his so his lips are right by your ear.

“Fuck, baby. Answer me. Do you like other people listening to you?” he starts to push a finger inside you, making you gasp. “Hm?”

“yes, fuck. Yes, Joel. I fucking love it” you pant out as your hips grind, seeking the relief of friction.

“mm, s’what I thought” Joel sinks another finger into your pussy causing you to cry out in pleasure. He keeps his hand there, pressed between your bodies, fingers inside you and the heel of his palm rutting against your clit. His other hand slides down you back, expertly unhooking your bra strap before he chucks it to the side.

The thin straps of your tank top are barely enough to offer much coverage, especially now without your bra. Joel makes quick work of pulling your shirt down so your breasts spill over the top.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous” he says as he licks his lips. With his hand still down your pants he uses his other hand to push your chest closer to his face. “look at these fucking perfect tits” he adds before taking a breast into his mouth, his tongue dancing around your nipple.

You let out a loud moan at the different sensations, relishing in the way his body feels against yours. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and your mouth waters at the thought of his cock inside you.

“F-FUCK Joel. I’m so close. That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Suddenly his hand pauses and he releases your nipple from his mouth with a loud pop.

“What the fuck?” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath. You quickly look around to see what reason he would have for stopping.

He meets your eyes with a smirk. “I know you can ask nicer than that sweetheart”

You briefly glare at him before rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s rude” you say as you stick your tongue out at him.

Joel lets out a laugh and smiles at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Come on baby, ask nicely and I’ll give you what you want.”

You cock your eyebrow at him before finally giving in and asking “please?”

“Now, I know you can do better than that sweetheart.” He puts the smallest amount of pressure back on your clit and starts moving his fingers inside you achingly slow. The movement makes you gasp.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan. “Please, baby, please let me cum” you finally get the words out of your mouth.

Joel resumes the quicker pace with a smile on his face. “course baby, all ya had to was ask”

He skillfully fingers your pussy while still using his palm against your clit. His hands rotate from your hair, to your ass and your tits. Touching each part of you in a way that makes you squirm with delight. He’s surrounding you, you’re drowning in him and its glorious.

“Come on baby, I know it’s right there. Wanna feel that tight little pussy squeeze my fingers like it’s going to squeeze my cock later.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs while he licks, nips and sucks at your neck.

That’s all that you need to tip you right over the edge, loud moan escaping from your lips. He helps you ride through your orgasm, not pulling his fingers out until your panting stops, head falling down onto his chest.

You both let out a laugh “God DAMN darlin, you utterly soaked my hand” he laughs again while kissing your neck. “now I’m going to need you to do that to my face”

“what?” you laugh, but before you can say anymore he’s situating his face under your pussy, taking your shorts and panties with him as he goes. He drags his tongue down your slit, grabbing your thighs and pulling down so you’re sitting on his face.

“Oh my God!” you yell out as you start to grind on his face. You hear him moan from beneath you. You look behind you to see him straining against those jeans. You decide that needs urgent fixing.

You lift your ass off of him enough that you can rotate your body. You situate yourself so you’re now facing his cock. You reach your hands down and undo his jeans. Your mouth waters as his cock springs free.

Joel’s hips rut into the air, searching for friction as his hands keep a firm grip on your thighs. His mouth still eagerly lapping up everything you’re giving him.

You lean down and pepper his soft stomach with kisses. You lips touch him in every place except where he wants you the most. You smirk every time his cock twitches in anticipation for your mouth.

You let a string of saliva hang down from your mouth and drip onto his rock hard cock, spreading it around with your hand a bit before finally taking him into your mouth.

He let’s out a loud moan, muffled by your pussy still rocking against his lips. Your tongue wraps around his head first, tasting his salty pre cum as you groan before taking him further in your mouth. He’s big, nearly too big but you’re not about to stop now.

You Bob your head up and down as his tongue works your clit. After he’s already coaxed one orgasm out of you, it doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar sensation start to bubble up again. You suck on him harder, hallowing your cheeks to take him as much as you can.

His hands snake around you and grab hold of your tits, fingers twisting around your nipples causing you to scream out in pleasure. Your second orgasm rips through you and you feel yourself squirt all over Joel’s face.

The both of you are breathing heavy and you roll off of Joel onto your side.

“fuck, that was so hot baby. You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen, and the best tasting” he says, face in a wide grin as he swipes some of your juices off of his face and sucks the taste off his fingers.

“Now, can I fuck that pretty pussy with my cock darlin?” he asks, dark eyes raking over your body, licking his lips.

“Oh, fucking please put your cock in me, Joel.” You reach behind you to a small container and grab a condom from it. You carefully rip it open with your teeth, gaining a playful smile from Joel. “Come here” he’s on top of you, cock dancing above where you need him the most. You take the condom and unroll it down his long shaft. He let’s out a needy groan as you do.

He kneels down and lines himself up with your entrance. You both let out a long groan as he fills you to the brim.

“Fuck baby you feel absolutely perfect.” He moans out as his cock goes in and out of you, slowly so you feel every inch of him.

“God, Joel you feel absolutely amazing.” His body is totally pushed down on yours , he finally strips his shirt off so his bare skin is pressed against his chest, you tits heaving against him.

He starts pounding into you harder, causing both of you to yell out in pleasure. The van fills with the lewd sounds from both of you and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You lean yourself up take his face in your hands so you can taste his lips again. He eagerly sucks and nips at your lips, sending a wave of arousal straight through you.

“Joel, Joel I- I need-“ you stammer out in between kisses.

“What is it? What do you do need sweetheart?” Joel asks while still pounding into you.

“I- I need to ride you.”

Joel’s eyes get even darker as he pulls his head back to look at you before smiling “Yes ma’am”

He sits down with his back steady against the wall of the van. His eyes are darting everywhere on you. Drinking up the sight of you while he can.

You sink to your knees in front of him, just above his throbbing cock. You gently guide yourself down onto him, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you just fucking right.

You slide your arms around his neck and take his mouth to yours again. Slowly starting to rut your hips as you do, feeling him hit spots no man ever has before.

“God damn. Look at you pretty girl, taking this cock so well.” Joel mutters in a half delirious state, utterly drunk on you. “I need you to give me another, can you do that for me sweetheart?”

You let out a shaky nod as you move your hips more. Allowing the feeling of his to completely overwhelm your senses.

“Ttthhaatttss it. Atta girl. Make yourself cum on my cock.” Joel’s praise is close to tipping you over the edge again, you can feel it building up but you’re too fucked out to form words. All you can do is moan and whine for him, he plants more kisses on your mouth, swallowing the precious noises you’re making.

Joel reaches down between your bodies to rub at your clit while you ride him. It doesn’t take long before that rubber band finally snaps and he sends you hurtling into your next orgasm, completely soaking his cock and his lap.

“Fuck yes, that’s my good girl!” Joel moans out as he starts pushing his cock into you from below, chasing his own high right behind yours.

When your orgasm is finished you let your head drop to his chest, both heaving. You both stay like that, you sitting on his lap, for a while. Both just holding each other and drinking up that post sex bliss.

You’re interrupted when you hear a knock on van and Tommy’s voice cuts through “hey lovebirds, movies starting in a few minutes”

Your eyes go wide as you suddenly realize just how public you are. And how loud you were. Joel seems to have this same realization, the same look in his eyes mirrors your own. You both let out a laugh at the same time, too.

“Welp, should we, uh, head out to go watch the movies?” Joel asks.

“gotta find our clothes first” you let out a laugh again.

The two of you find your clothes and you try to fix your hair so it doesn’t scream “we just fucked in there” but without much luck. Tommy and Andy already have the blankets and such laid out on the ground between the two vehicles.

“You two sounded like you had fun” Andy says, smiling in that annoyingly knowing way.

You try to hide your embarrassment but it’s no use. “do you think many people heard?”

“Nah, not outside of a 100 mile radius” Tommy laughed, earning him the middle finger in return. Tommy not-so-subtly winks at Joel and mouths “good job” at him.

“Ahhhh!! It’s starting!” Andy cuts him off with a shriek.

Joel’s leaning back against the van so you settle in between his legs, your back to his chest as the trailers start playing. He fidgety with your hand in his, gliding his fingers over your skin.

“So, I was thinkin..” he says.

You turn to face him, smiling wide nd taking his hand in yours.

“Careful, don’t overheat yourself” you joke as you nudge his chest playfully, he gifts you a warm smile in return.

“Ha, ha” he chuckles. “I was actually thinking, maybe one of these days I could take you out. Like, on a proper date. If – if you’d want, that is”

You smile even wider at him now, unable to hide your excitement.

“Yeah, yeah I’d love that.”

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lovelylusts · 11 months

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cloud nine // csb // masterlist

summary: a group of friends form on nsfw twitter, and hijinks ensue. but when jisu starts catching feelings for soobin after filming with him, she has to grapple with her feelings while assuring her close bond with him doesn’t die.

warnings: choi soobin x oc (moon jisu), smau, smut, fluff, angst, crack, the rest of txt is here too, aespa is also here just bc they serve, no relationships or events in this story reflect real ships and are just for the story, this is a pro sex-work story obv, lowkey probably gonna be filthy as hell considering it’s a sex work au, vague relationships lmao, she/they oc because i’m projecting, genderfluid yeonjun agenda, oc has a not-so-secret thing for soobin’s hands, they use fake names on twt :)

00 - profiles

01 - everyone is so mean 2 me

02 - frightened and aroused

03 - d-day

04 - delusion

05 - maybe so

06 - my honest reaction

07 - bunny

08 - kamal

09 - baba grill

10 - 1k

11 - bathroom bitch

12 - critical thinking

more to come soon!

#txt smut #soobin smut #choi soobin smut #txt smau #soobin smau #choi soobin smau #soobin fluff #choi soobin fluff #soobin fic #choi soobin fic #txt fluff #txt fic #og work #cloud nine

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Rating: M

Pairing: Nandor x Reader

Summary: Does this story answer the age-old question, How Many Vampires Does It Take To Change A Lightbulb? Probably not. You (the reader) get attacked by a werewolf and are saved by vampires. Hijinks ensue while you try to balance your new life as a vampire and your old life as a human all while possibly falling in love with your new housemate, Nandor the Relentless.

I Definitely Just Got Attacked By A Werewolf

Hey Siri, Can Vampires Get Cucked? (cw: smut)

Is It Still Family Dinner If You Can't Eat?

Is There A Vampire Dentist? (cw: smut)

n/a (coming soon)

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#nandor the relentless x reader #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #colin robinson #nadja of antipaxos #lazslo cravensworth #female reader

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tinyangryeddie · 7 months

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Bad Vows: A Reddie Fic

by camerasparring

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Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 77,000 words

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - 90's Friends, Rom Com, Infidelity, Miscommunication, Coming Out, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Smut, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex, and much more if you click through!

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Tonight, Eddie’s ready to relax, barefoot and hair curled over his forehead, crossing his legs on the floor and reaching for the first box the delivery guy delivered fifteen minutes ago on the dot, so it wasn’t too hot and wasn’t too cool. Tonight Richie’s hands are clenched hard and white and unforgiving around his fork where he’s picking at the food he’s ordered every single Thursday for three years and pretending not to stare. Tonight there are egg rolls cooling on the big, clunky wooden coffee table and some QVC show on wedding dresses Richie flipped to after Cool Runnings ended playing on the television when Eddie flinches his left arm and says: “Myra wants one of those things.”

Or: Eddie is getting married. Richie is in love with him. Hijinks (and angst) ensue.

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak #it fic #it chapter two #my fic

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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The arranged marraige

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Minors DNI | 18+

So basically forced marriage featuring reader plus Daemon plus reader being a brat plus Daemon being a brat tamer plus marital hijinks and adult fun times?

And probably not. I’m sure I missed a few themes in your ask and I apologise, and alas, all the Valyrian translation sites have a lot of words missing so I had to use a lot more English for the dirty talk bits, but I hope you like the story all the same.

Now, on to business. *Cracks knuckles*

Pairing: Daemon x Fem. Reader

Summary: A Martel princess who’s bold and headstrong and outgoing, is made to marry a Targaryen prince who’s bold and headstrong and outgoing. In the end, one will have to submit to the other as all sorts of marital shenanigans ensue.

Themes : Slow burn | Soft | Fluff | Smut (Very spicy at the end)

Word count: 6.8K words

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It was a sunny day.

All the days had been sunny in Dorne, even when winter was having her way across most of the northern kingdoms. Still, it was gloriously sunny, perhaps a little cold, and within the magnificent walls of Sunspear, high in one of its splendid apartments, a Targaryen prince paced to and fro like an angry wolf.

"You cannot make me do this," Daemon rasped as he took the hundredth turn, while his brother watched on and sighed. "I cannot marry her, and a Targaryen royal being forced to wed is beyond the fucking pale!"

Viserys knew this match would end in disaster, but Otto had persisted, even going behind everyone’s backs to make it happen. "We have no choice, little brother. Dorne has to be brought into the fold, and marriage is the only way to do it. I will not marry again and Rhaenyra is still too young. That leaves you, and you’re the only other royal the Martels will accept for the present!"

"Call it off!" cried Daemon. "Otto tricked us all, so call it off! Surely it can be done!"

Viserys admitted in defeat, "The treaty has already been signed. I’m so sorry."

It was his own need for peace, he knew, that allowed Otto to overrule his decision concerning Daemon’s plans for marriage. "I cannot go back on my word,” he continued, “not without causing offense and inciting an uprising. You know how prickly the Dornish are when it comes to their pride."

Daemon snorted, silently thanking the Gods Viserys finally saw sense and got rid of his Lord Hand, before more damage could be done to the royal family. He was still in a mood to argue, but seeing his brother shamefaced and defeated killed the fire that bubbled in his belly. He looked around the room and at himself. He sighed, accepted the inevitable and went to his brother, crouching in front of Viserys and taking both his hands. "I will go ahead with this blasted ceremony. For your sake," he said. "And only if you turn to me or our cousin Rhaenys for advice instead of just trusting the other lords."

Relieved, Viserys grabbed his brother’s face and kissed him on the forehead. "I will. And you need to come to me, where your bride is concerned."

"The most headstrong creature I had ever met," Daemon put on such a droll imitation of Otto, it made his brother laugh. "And most perfect for the prince." he sputtered and rose. "Does he not realize that with a temperament like that one of us is going to drive the other to murder?"

And that was something Viserys dreaded, but it was all too late now. The ink had already dried on the parchment, and the treaty had been sealed. The wedding had to go ahead. "I am sure the two of you would be fine."

Or we are all fucked if the both of you are not, went the unsaid words.

………………..

Everyone gathered in an antechamber of the palace Sept.

Your sister had been fussing with your hair, and your mother had gone inside to make sure everything was perfect for the ceremony. "What were you thinking, papa," you grumbled to your father. "Agreeing to this marriage?"

Your father patted your shoulder. "I was thinking how splendid it would be to have a Targaryen prince for a son-in-law, and one of the most feared warriors at that."

You rolled your eyes. "We have plenty of feared warriors here, papa."

"But none of them are Targaryen, and none of them have a dragon. And none of them is the future king." The prospect of a dragon-riding grandchild who was also heir to the throne delighted Prince Qorren Martel.

“Why don’t you marry him then?”

“The prince wouldn’t be interested in such an arrangement. And your mother doesn’t like to share.”

Gods, save me. You took a deep, steadying breath as you thought of your future husband. Daemon Targaryen, the rogue knight, Lord Marshal of the Stepstones, heir to the Iron Throne, and Caraxes' rider, was supposed to be your husband. Within the next hour. And you didn't find out about it until a week before your wedding, when your mother stormed into your room, holding your wedding gown. Oh, how you wanted to throttle someone’s neck for this.

Perhaps you could throttle your husband’s neck. While he slept. Your fingers twitched in response to the thought.

There was a sudden hush, and a group of men could be heard talking as they made their way inside. Your mother came rushing back and rejoined you all. "He's here," she exclaimed, looking as if she was about to swoon. "And so handsome. Oh. The poets do not do the prince justice."

"Perhaps you should marry him then," you huffed and smoothed a hand down your gown. Made in the Dornish fashion and richly embroidered, it was bound to scandalize anyone who was not of Dorne. The visiting High Septon in particular. You cheered at the prospect. "I mean, you look like you want to marry him."

Your mother irritably waved a hand at you. "Oh shush. Now come. We must not keep him waiting."

"Yes, because one must never dither when one is being forced to get married," you mutter under your breath.

Your mother squeaked and looked away, and your father chuckled, linking an arm through yours. "It won’t be so bad, sweetheart, I’m sure of it."

You grumbled and grumbled while walking the entire way into the Sept, secretly plotting your new husband’s demise, devising plans for your escape after that. Your eyes darted over to the crowds. Just about anyone who was anyone had made the journey. All the noble house of Dorne had been represented, as well as the other kingdoms. You could even make out some of the other houses by the colours they wore, but none of them stood out like the Valyrians.

The Targaryens and the Velaryons and the Celtigars, the last surviving descendants of the Freehold living this side of the Narrow Sea. All silver haired and purple eyed, and tall. So very tall. Some were pale as milk, and others had skin that gleamed like smooth dragon glass. All uncommonly beautiful, and drawing envious eyes. None were as breathtaking however, as the man who turned to you.

Daemon Targaryen. Prince of Dragonstone and heir to Viserys, king of all of Westeros. You felt a hum at the back of your throat when you saw him standing there, all tall and proud and resplendent in his black armour. With a sound of impatience, you smoothed your skirts again, suddenly praying you didn’t look like a frump.

Why were you so concerned with his approval? You never wanted to marry him in the first place, would never have said yes even if he asked, so why should you care for his opinion? You shook your head, chided yourself. He’s just another prince, you remind yourself. There’s nothing special about him at all.

Daemon on the other hand thought he had woken up in a dream. You looked a vision in the gown you wore, with your hair tumbling around you in soft curls. "Still think this was a bad idea?" Viserys could not help himself when he caught the dreamy look in his little brother’s eyes.

Daemon narrowed his eyes, his lips quirking up in a smile. "Oh shush."

After your father came over and placed your hand in your future husband’s, you were caught by surprise when Daemon lifted it to his lips, lingering over it as if he was tasting your skin. You felt another hum in your throat, and you swallowed when Daemon straightened to his full height. His face softened when he caught you looking. You could have sworn his cheeks turned the subtlest shades of pink.

Viserys on the other hand, turned to hide a smirk. Oh yes, he thought, his brother was well and truly smitten.

………………..

The actual ceremony passed off like a blurry dream.

The Septon said the vows, and you and Daemon repeated them to each other.

Your father took off your cloak, one that bore the Martel colours, and your husband placed a Targaryen cloak over your shoulders, taking care to drape it properly. Black and red, with the three headed Targaryen dragon on the back. The material was softer than anything you had felt in your life. Daemon winked and threw you off guard, making your pulse scramble a little. You pursed your lips, determined not to give him the satisfaction of your giving in to his charms.

And all you felt compelled to do was give in. No, you tell yourself that. You will not give in.

Daemon cackled.

You muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes.

The High Septon looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

But at least there was no horrid spectacle at the wedding.

Viserys turned to your parents, all three of them breathing sighs of great relief. Now all that remained was to get through the feast.

And the feast, too, passed off like a blurry vision. There were speeches and wine and a large cake and more wine, but you barely remembered the rest. The food smelled delicious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to taste any of it.

"Will you not eat?" said Daemon, as he pushed a bowl of cheese and cold meats towards you. He had seen you toying with your food, barely touching anything, and had grown worried.

You couldn’t eat. You couldn't eat because you were still upset about the forced wedding. "I’m not hungry, my lord," you said, politely enough. "Besides, I had a big meal before the ceremony."

Daemon wasn’t falling for it. In fact, he could see that you were seething. "Not happy with something?"

"Not happy with everything," You hissed through your teeth.

"The wedding?"

"Of course, the wedding," you say quietly so the others don't hear. "I never agreed to this."

"If it gives you any comfort, I never agreed to it either." Daemon said as he looked at the musicians. They had been tuning their instruments, to prepare for the dancing that was to follow. "But we can make the most of it, if we try."

You snorted. "How, my lord?"

"Daemon," he clarified. "And we can make the most of the fucked up situation we are in by trying to find common ground with each other. Beyond that," he gave you such a look that it left you weak in the knees. "I could be very good to you."

When those purple eyes locked on you with such intensity, your cheeks burned. You swallowed, but your pride and anger refused to let you yield so easily. "I’m not a silly chit who could be charmed with just a wink and a smile. I’m a Martel, for Gods’ sake."

Daemon picked up his wine, his eyes lighting up in wicked humour. There was fire in your belly, and stubbornness, and he wondered if he would be able to subdue it a little. Oh yes, Daemon would have liked that immensely. "And one would not expect anything less from a Martel, thank the Gods," he hid a smirk when he saw the wind being taken right out your sails.

"Oh? Would you have been bored with anything less than a Martell?" You narrowed your eyes and studied him. What exactly was the man up to? "Is that what you’re saying?"

Daemon lifted his goblet, as if to toast. "Precisely."

Those sails collapsed a little more, and you sputtered, unsure of what to say. Daemon cackled and polished off his meal, to fortify himself for the dancing.

You had to admit, Daemon was a most splendid dancer. He moved with languid grace, his feet barely touching the ground. Neither of you said a word, your bodies swaying in time to the music. Daemon had his eyes on you the entire time, his lips twitching whenever you looked up and glared.

Oh, but he made it hard to keep it up. During the course of the afternoon, you found Daemon to be considerate, attentive, and respectful. He made sure you ate, introduced you to the members of the royal family, his brother and niece in particular, and made sure you were comfortable throughout the evening. You found your defenses crumbling a little due to his attention.

Then the feast came to the part you dreaded, a custom the northern kingdoms practiced. The bedding ceremony.

Aegon, a much younger cousin of the king, rose, all bleary-eyed and with a goblet of wine in hand. "It’s time we had the bedding! What say you all?"

Some of the other lords roared in approval. Daemon, meanwhile, looked less than pleased. "There will be no bedding, cousin."

Aegon, deep in his cups by now, didn’t back down. "Come now, cousin," he growled, causing you to flinch and take a step back. "Let us have a look at her."

There was a hiss as steel cut through the air. The rest of the nobles backed away when Dark Sister, Daemon’s Valyrian steel sword, gleamed wickedly in the candle light. "You are not to set a foot near my wife,” Daemon moved to protect you, while an auburn-haired older woman in green rushed over to Aegon.

"My son didn't mean to offend you, my prince," Alicent glanced viciously at her son. She pulled at his arm, to drag him out with her. "He is merely tired from the journey and needs his rest."

There was silence, which was tense and deeply troubling. Everyone was waiting with bated breath to see what Daemon, Aegon's more battle-hardened cousin, would do. Some even held wagers, to see which body part Daemon would slice off first. Some wondered if he’d do to Aegon what he did to Lord Vaymond, by sending his sword clean through Aegon’s head.

"I am not tired, mama!" Aegon growled at his mother, angry that he was going to be denied.

And Viserys would deny him even more. "My cousin is tired indeed. Lady Alicent, would you be so kind as to make sure your son is taken to his chambers? Lord Commander Redwyne?" He turned to the Lord Commander of the King's Guard. "Would you be so kind as to make sure the prince actually goes to his chambers?" Viserys lowered his voice and added, "And stays there?"

Lord Commander Redwyne nodded at once.

Aegon huffed. "I will not be sent to my chambers like a child!"

You straightened your spine and mumbled, "Perhaps the Grand Maester could give the prince something to aid in his rest?”

“Yes,” Viserys quickly agreed. “Like some essence of nightshade, perhaps?"

The Grand Maester picked up his robes and followed when Lord Commander Redwyne took Aegon by the arm and yanked him out of the hall. And unable to help yourself, you end up smiling and saying, "A prince was just sent to bed without his playtime. Will he ever recover?"

Someone giggled, and others joined them. Both Daemon and Viserys exchanged glances. "I like her," Viserys mouthed to his brother.

Daemon agreed with his brother wholeheartedly before turning to you, his eyes filling with mirth. "Come, wife, it is time we did our duty."

Your smile disappeared in an instant, but you linked an arm through Daemon’s all the same, leading him in the direction of the private rooms used by your family.

The room given to you for your wedding night was spacious and airy, with balconies that gave one breathtaking views of the sea. Right now, reds, pinks, and oranges danced across the waves as the sun began to set. Many would consider this a perfect setting to start a marriage.

But there was a problem. One that presented itself when your eyes rested on the sheets. You gulped.

"Is there a problem?" asked Daemon, as he worked on the clasps of his armour.

You quickly shook your head. "Y/n," Daemon said firmly, "What is the problem?"

"I…" you looked at the crisp white linen, then him. For the first time in your life, you were at a loss for words. "I… I…"

Daemon caught on. "Who is he?"

You closed your eyes to avoid his heated glare. "Tristan Blackmont. And it’s was, not is. He suddenly left of Essos two years ago."

"Was?" So there wasn’t anyone else competing for your affections, but he couldn’t miss the hurt in your voice. Clearly, this Tristan must have been the one to throw you to a side and run off. Daemon shrugged and went back to undoing his armour. "That is not a problem then."

"I lay with him," you say, stunned by how calm Daemon was. "That doesn’t bother you?"

"No," Daemon shrugged again, pulling a small dagger from his belt. He walked past you as he stabbed the pad of his thumb, drawing out drops of blood. Daemon ran his thumb over the linen, to where he thought you would be in bed. When there was enough of a stain to satisfy prying eyes, he stopped. "It doesn’t bother me."

What could you possibly say or do that would actually bother this man? “I lay with him. Let him do all sorts of things to me. Wild and wanton things." you say smugly, your eyes going wide when Daemon pulled off his armour, his mail and tunic. You weren’t sure what was more eye-catching about him; the large pink scar or his lean, sculpted body. "What does that tell you?"

Daemon removed his boots, his voice perfectly calm and neutral. You were trying to goad him, to get a rise out of him, and as much as it thrilled him, Daemon wasn’t going to let you have the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him. "All it tells me is that you had a life before me, and that you liked exploring new things. That is all." He looked at the bed, debated, and then made his way to a large sofa. Daemon stretched himself over the cushions and made himself comfortable. "Good night, wife."

If ever there was a time to stamp your feet, it would be now. "How can you be so calm?" you cried. "My confession would have driven another man insane."

"Not all men think the same," Daemon said simply as he turned onto his stomach and buried his face in the cushions. "Good night, wife."

"Urgh!" You finally did stamp your feet. When no response was forthcoming, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable linen shift. You didn’t see him peaking, how the shift clinging to your body hammered at his senses and made his heart race. You slipped into bed, tossing and turning, before finally giving into sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, Daemon had gone to see his brother, to talk about their cousin. He had left a note for you, urging you to eat the meal already laid out on the table.

And he had left a sprig of desert roses, your favourite flower, by the side of your pillow.

………………..

Daemon didn’t touch you, not while in Dorne, and certainly not after moving to the Red Keep. He preferred letting you come to him when you were ready, but he’d watch your schemes to get under his skin with great amusement.

You’d wear the most provocative of Dornish dresses, ones that would make even the most fashion forward of Dornish ladies blush, and all in the hopes of offending his sense of propriety.

Daemon would look you over once, twice, before saying you look pretty and going back to whatever it was he was doing.

You’d swear like a sailor, saying the most colourful and inventive words when he’d talk to you, all in the hopes of getting him to lose his patience by your foul-mouthed language. He’d simply grin and say, Now that’s one I’ve never heard before, before walking off somewhere else and leaving you seething in frustration.

You’d talk back to him, saying no, refusing to carry out simple requests, and Daemon would merely shrug and say, Fine by me, before doing it himself. All you could do was stand there and huff, your arms across your chest.

Now, Daemon was no fool. He knew what you were up to, that you were trying to rouse him, trying to provoke him. But he wasn’t to give in, oh no. Daemon wanted to show you the Valyrians bred tougher nuts to crack. And he wanted to see how long it would take before you cracked.

You found him at the breakfast table one fine morning, reading a letter from his cousin Rhaenys. Laena had gotten engaged, and the letter gave the date for the wedding. Four months from now, enough time to prepare and find a suitable gift, and leave for High Tide. He was so caught up in what he was reading that he failed to hear you come up behind him, a new scheme brewing in your mind.

Daring dresses didn’t work. Swearing didn’t work. Refusing him didn’t work. That left you with only one other option.

“What in the seven hells is going on?” said Daemon, when he found you suddenly straddling his lap.

You threw your arms around his shoulders and smiled all innocently. “Nothing untoward, husband,” you say sweetly. “I’m just trying to entice you a little is all.”

Daemon smiled, but he had already figured out what was going on. He simply sat there and waited to see how far you would go. “Alright,” he said and put the letter to a side. “Well go on. Entice me.”

You had to follow through. Sweet, merciful Maiden, you had to follow through. You coughed, dithered. Daemon cracked an innocent smile and looked on, as if waiting. You were stuck and had no way out, save for one. You closed your eyes and leaned in. Daemon’s arms hooked around your waist as his mouth opened beneath yours.

Something that felt like a deep sigh rolled over your lips when his tongue flicked against yours. You couldn’t think or even breathe. Daemon’s embrace tightened and he held you closer, his teeth grazing over your lower lip, gently tugging at it, leaving it puffed up and bruised. His heart hammered away in his chest but he kept a clear head, as he was certain this was another ploy to get under his skin. When he heard a helpless purr he kissed deeper, his hands trembling as they traced lines over your waist and back.

And you were thoroughly confused. This was just another ploy, another scheme, and yet your entire body simply melted against his, wanting and needing more. You pulled away, shocked and more than a little breathless. “I…” you cleared your throat and rose. “I…”

Daemon sat there, still savouring the sweetness of your lips. “I…” you finally compose yourself. “I need to be elsewhere.”

He merely nodded, his lips quirking when confusion and lust warred in your eyes. “Of course,” He said and smiled. “But if you want more of me, you know where to find me.”

You squeaked and fled the room. Daemon chuckled to himself and picked up his cousin’s letter, his mind reeling a little from your kiss.

Oh yes, he decided. Things got really interesting now.

………………..

The two of you continued as before.

You’d wake up to a sprig of flowers left by your husband, a sweet note from him, and a full breakfast. He’d be away for most of the day, joining you again for supper. Daemon would ask about your day, about what you did. When you got really sick and threw up your food, he tended to you himself, cleaning up after you, making sure you were comfortable, and never complaining.

He introduced you to Caraxes, letting you feed and touch the dragon yourself. He even offered to take you on a flight, but then Caraxes huffed and nearly whacked you on the head with his snout.

You glared at the dragon.

The dragon’s chest rumbled.

You huffed and said, "Oh, he’s definitely your dragon, alright."

Daemon replied with, "Of course he is, why else would he bond with me?"

You had all but given up on your little games, and you found yourself craving more of Daemon’s kisses. You’d catch him giving you this "look" whenever he peered over a book or caught you looking, with the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. It honestly left you flustered and feverish. Daemon would snicker as soon as your cheeks flushed and turned pink. You were starting to crack, and it pleased him greatly. You, on the other hand, found this cat and mouse game, the one you started, unbearable.

Nothing came to a true conclusion until almost a month later. There had been a feast, to celebrate Lady Laena’s engagement. Daemon’s marriage had brought about Dornish proposals for a princess of Valyrian blood, and since Rhaenyra was still far too young for marriage, Laena was next to be considered. Viserys, as the head of the Valyrian Houses, hosted it on his cousin’s behalf, and the Red Keep turned out the red carpet for the Dornish.

That night at the feast, you greeted many of your old friends and relatives, talking and catching up.

"Y/n!" A familiar voice made you whip your head around. "How are you?"

"Tristan!" You rewarded your former flame with a long hug. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Essos."

Daemon, who had been nearby, heard the familiar name and drifted closer, to listen, taking care to conceal himself around others. At least, he thought he had hidden himself. A streak of mischief took over you when you saw him, and you decided one final round of trying to get a reaction out of him was in order.

"Essos bored me," Tristan sighed, growing glum.

"Essos bored you?" You arched a brow in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes," he said, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Because I was all alone, and you were not with me."

You made your cheeks flush when you felt your back burning. You were sure that Daemon was watching, as your back was burning. "Well, that is your fault, yes, for running off with nary a word?"

Tristan clutched his chest in dramatic fashion, closed his eyes, and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, and I wish to atone for conducting myself in such an abasing manner. Will you do it?" His eyes went wide, like a puppy’s. "Let me atone myself for conducting myself like a lowly worm?" He started to whine like a puppy as well. "Please? Pretty please?"

You snorted and touched his arm in a manner that was familiar to you both. "Perhaps."

"Perhaps what, my wife?"

Tristan’s countenance went pale like milk. He had been told you had been wed to Daemon, and here the man was, standing right next to you. "I was just reacquainting myself with an old friend, my lord."

"Ah." Daemon said simply before turning to you. Your cheeks flushed for real this time, out of embarrassment. His eyes narrowed to thin slats.

You were testing him again, he was sure of it. It still stung, to see you flirt with another man, but Daemon was not going to give in. In fact, he decided, the time had come for him to take full control of this little game. He smiled, painting himself in the image of an unflappable man. "It is nice, is it not, to meet old friends?" Daemon made his excuses. "My brother wants me. If you would both excuse me."

You swallowed as you watched his retreating back. You'd gone too far with your game now.

Daemon kept a cool distance the entire night, barely acknowledging you the entire time. He danced with you, of course, and made polite talk, but beyond that? Nothing.

Not the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that as well.

You barely heard a full sentence from him, save for "good morrow," and, "good night."

You thought he’d take you to bed after Tristan and you flirted, to show who you belonged to, but Daemon would sleep in the adjoining bedroom, as he always did. He made no attempt to touch you and claim his rights as a husband.

And you were actually ashamed of yourself for how you acted. Daemon had been nothing but kind and respectful with you, always treating you with a warm heart and a generous hand, and you had to go flirt with Tristan, even if it was all just a ruse. And in public. While Daemon was there.

And his silence stung, leaving you a mess.

So you decided to be nicer to him.

You would draw warm baths for him and make sure his meals were ready and sent to your rooms on time. You’d lay out his clothes for the day, helping him get dressed. You’d try to kiss him, give him hugs, and he’d respond chastely, but nothing beyond that.

Daemon observed your efforts and your attempts. He liked the changes, but he wasn’t about to give up this little cat and mouse game just yet until he had you eating out of his hands. His wounded pride demanded it.

Everything came to a head one stormy night when you went back to bed. Daemon was already there, reading. "Husband," you said cheerfully as you came toward him.

"Wife," Daemon said without even looking up from his book.

His cool reply stung. "Daemon," you said sweetly. "How was your day?"

Daemon swallowed a grin. "Very good, actually."

Again, another cool reply. "Why are you like this?" You inquire, exhausted and a little hurt.

He refused to look up from his book. "Like what?"

"Like this," you waved both arms in frustration before settlings your hands on your hips. "All cold and indifferent, ignoring me the past few days--"

"And I must ask why you behaved the way you did," Anger whipped like fresh coils when he remembered you flirting with Tristan. Daemon fought to keep his composure. "You were insulting me at every opportunity, flirting with the jerk who abandoned you without so much as a by your leave and broke your heart. "You know," He closed his book and put it aside, his gaze fixed on his hands. "I tried. I was patient, and I hoped, I really hoped, that you’d find something about me that appealed to your heart, but, it’s obvious that you haven’t."

You felt yourself beginning to shake. Your lips began to tremble. All you managed was a quiet, "I’m sorry."

Daemon finally looked up. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight. "Come here."

You complied without question. When you reached him, Daemon took your hand and pulled you onto his lap, making you straddle him. "So tell me, wife, what was one of these wild and wanton things you did with this… Tristan?"

You swallowed, your cheeks burning with a sudden flush of both fear and anticipation. "I’d…" you gulped. "I would take him into me and keep him inside me. Keep him warm."

He arched an elegant brow, his lips tugging into a devilish smirk. Daemon leaned back, his arms resting by your sides. "Go on," he said. "Warm me a little."

Your head whipped around in shock. Daemon merely smirked again, gesturing for you to continue.

It felt like your fingers had all grown into clumsy thumbs, and you struggled to undo the drawstrings of his breeches. Daemon was content to watch, warmth pooling in his belly as you meekly complied with his request. His head rolled back when he felt the warmth of your hands around his cock; a moan parted his lips when you mounted him and took him into your already slick hole.

It was too much. Everything about Daemon was too much. You had to grab onto his arms when you lowered yourself onto him, your tight walls stretching and fluttering around his cock. Daemon forced open an eye and took in what was unfolding in front of him. You were slowly sheathing him, your mewls and whimpers inflamed him, and with one quick thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning when you collapsed against him, your mouth open in silent pants.

He rubbed your back, your arms, making slow work of lifting your nightdress over your head. Daemon said softly, "You tested me to the limit, didn’t you?"

"Mhmm," you breathed as your body struggled to adjust to his size.

"Tried to rouse me."

"Yes."

"Refused even the most simple of my requests?"

You felt like sobbing. "Yes."

"Such a filthy little brat, yes? Testing me the way you did?" Daemon curled a finger under your chin and tilted it up, so you’d be looking him dead in the eye. Seeing you in near defeat thrilled him, made him harder. "And did it feel like this, when Tristan had you?"

Your body would jolt whenever Daemon moved. "No. It didn’t. Tristan was…"

"A boy," Daemon finished for you. "Tonight you’re going to find out what it means to be fucked by a man."

Your heart raced as lust arrowed neatly into your gut. You swallowed, licked your lips. You attempted to move, but Daemon grabbed your hips. "Stop." He pulled you closer when you didn’t listen, whispering harshly, "Vestan keligon, kēlītsos."

That was the first time he had used High Valyrian on you, and each word sounded like music to your ears. "What… what does that mean?"

"I will teach you, in time," said Daemon, his eyes glinting wickedly. "For now, keep still."

You mewled, and the spank that reddened your thigh made a sharp gasp rip through you. "Too hard?" Daemon asked, his hands skimming all over your thighs.

You saw stars, but in truth, you liked what he did. "No," you mumbled as you recovered your breath.

Daemon nodded and kept still, not moving, only leaving chaste kisses all over your shoulders, your neck. It was torture, to feel your insides flutter around him, to feel jolts go up your spine as your body was left unsated and unsatisfied. Your husband, however, savoured every moment, how you trembled beneath him, how your breath came out like shallow whispers, how good it felt inside you.

"You were made for me, and only for me," he whispered against your ear. "You do know this, yes?"

You sighed in agreement, "Yes."

"Sȳz riña," he crooned and ran his tongue against the shell of your ear. When you sighed dreamily and trembled against him, his teeth pulled softly on your flesh. Your moan came out like a soft cry. The tears that pooled at the corners of your eyes made him groan, and you shivered when his lips glided over your eyelids. He continued to place chaste kisses all over your throat, the soft hollow of your neck, reducing you to a whimpering mess as he refused to go further.

And you very much craved for him to do so. "Please," you pleaded, as more moments passed with you being left wanting and needy.

Daemon chuckled against your skin. "Keep begging, kēlītsos. It’s like music to my ears."

Your whine was rewarded with another spank that reddened your thigh. "Please, Daemon," you whimpered.

Daemon pulled back, grinning triumphantly. "Again," he said.

It made you angry and say something you shouldn’t have. "If you do not want to please me," you said quickly, your eyes stinging, your ears deaf to his growl, "Then--"

Daemon’s kiss smothered you. It was hot, angry, and demanding, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. You found yourself being pushed onto your back, and Daemon covered you in a heartbeat.

"Impatient little slut, aren’t you?" He crooned, his deep, sinful voice making goosebumps rise all over your skin.

His spank drew an answer from you. "Yes," you breathed. "Yes, I am."

Your legs hooked around his hips, while your arms went around his waist. "Tried to get me to break?" Daemon hissed as he started with slow, shallow thrusts. "Hmm? Did you think me that weak?"

"I t-tried," you gasped when he spanked your thigh again. "Are you angry?"

Daemon chuckled and heaved over you, hooking an arm around your leg so he could go deeper. "I should be. By rights, I should be. And to see you flirting with that boy?" He let go of your leg, so he could spank your thigh again. "You’re mine, do you hear me? Mine."

Your body was like soft putty in his hands, and your bones felt like they were turning to water. "Yes," you cried out as your body writhed beneath his. "I’m yours."

Daemon growled and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips just high enough. Your moans were muffled by your pillows, your ears were ringing from your husband’s grunts. Daemon let go of your hip to grab onto your hair, gently yanking your head up and making your body arch perfectly. You had to prop yourself on your hands to keep yourself steady. He growled, "You’re never to test me like that again, yes?"

You felt drunk by his thrusts, your body oblivious to all but the way his cock stretched your throbbing walls. Daemon demanded an answer, this time by spanking your ass. "I w-won’t," you mewled, "t-test you a-again."

"Sȳz riña," he crooned and let go of your hair, to get a better grip on your hips. You swallowed as your body tightened and your muscles coiled. You were so close, so very close.

"Do not come," Daemon ordered. "Not until I say you can."

You whined, and a sharp spank reddened your thigh again. "Behave, kēlītsos," Daemon grabbed onto your hair again, not so gently this time. "Or I will deny you completely."

You choked back another mewl, your body bucking into his thrusts. You fought for control of your body as you were drawn into the darkened tunnel of desire, trying hard not to orgasm until Daemon told you could. It was hard, so very hard, as the wave kept threatening to pull you under, but you somehow fought it off all the same.

Seeing you so compliant and obedient aroused Daemon even more. "Such an obedient slut, aren’t you? Willing to deny yourself your release just to please me?"

It felt like your body had let go and surrendered to him completely. "Yes," you mewled when another spank jolted you. "Yes, I am."

Daemon's grip on your hips tightened as he muttered in high Valyrian, words he had no idea he was harboring in his heart. When the room started to spin wildly around him and his body tightened like a coil, he rasped, "Now. Come for me now."

He wished he could have seen the wild display of sensations across your face as your orgasm ripped through you, pulling him in even deeper. Your body shook and your moans came out deep and drugging, as your walls fluttered around his cock, your ears ringing by the rough moans of your husband when he plunged one last time and spilled his seed inside you.

Daemon kept still, his breath coming out in ragged pants. When blurred vision cleared and the room started to come into focus he turned you onto your back, gently lowering you into bed as he pulled out of you. His chest heaved as he collapsed onto his side and buried his face in your hair.

"Sweetheart," he said softly as you opened your eyes to him. "Are you alright? Did I go too far?"

Your sated body thought he hadn't, and you said so.

"Good," Daemon said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in closer. "I will ring for a hot bath, and a late supper. Would you like that?"

"That would be very nice," you murmured when his hands ran up your back, to soothe your aching muscles. And it would be wonderful, you thought, to share a warm bath and a hot meal with just him, perhaps perched on his lap while he fed you. "And I do feel a little peckish."

"Then I'll feed you myself," Daemon chuckled before becoming serious. "Sweetheart, about what I said earlier…"

You listened eagerly to what he had to say.

"In here, in these rooms, I want you to submit to me." Daemon brushed back your hair and propped himself on an elbow, to look at you better. "You can tell me if you’re not comfortable with something, or if you think I need to go easy on something, but other than that, you must submit to me. Can you do that?"

"I can," you said nervously. "But what about out there?"

Daemon’s kiss was sweet and light, leaving you hungry for more. "Out there, I want you to be who you are. Stubborn and sharp-tongued. Because I love that about you. I love your fiery spirit."

That made you relieved, and very, very happy. "I can do that."

Daemon kissed you again, this time turning and letting you snuggle under the crook of his arm so you could sleep a little.

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Translations:

Vestan keligon, kēlītsos: I said stop, kitten.

Sȳz riña: Good girl

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