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ghouljams · 6 months

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Regency AU with Price (as always the gif does not represent the reader, only the vibe)

Tags: first meetings, social faux pas, love at first sight, British imperialism mention, classism, a little period typical misogyny, Price keep your hands to yourself please

You've never deluded yourself into thinking you're marriage material, never concerned yourself with your lack of marriage prospects. The child of a doctor with no title to his name, and a midwife with even less. You're in good standing, but you know well enough that among the delicate fingers of the noble ladies, you're a sore thumb.

A captain is certainly out of reach for someone like you. You don't mind, of course, you're perfectly content to remain single and eventually take over your father's practice. Still, you do look up with the rest of the crowd when the announcement is made. Captain John Price. He's young. Too young to have made such a commission, but his eyes are old and the stern set of his brow, the tight lipped smile, speak to a man who has seen more in his short life than most men will by 80. His eyes meet yours and you look away, snap your fan open to distract yourself from the boiling heat of the greenhouse the party is being held in. That must be what makes your skin prickle.

You bemoan the fact that your friends have lost all interest in conversation in favor of tittering over the new arrival.

"Fresh from the colonies, I hear," one of your friends whispers, "he hasn't been home in a good few years."

"I heard he's going to be made a baron," your other friend whispers back.

"I hear he's rot his dick clean off from scurvy," you grumble.

"Did you now?" A voice rumbles with amusement behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second and curse yourself before plastering on a smile and turning to face the man of the hour. You flutter your fan in front of your face and hope it looks more demure than your mouth would suggest.

He's better looking up close. His eyes sparkle, and his smile seems less forced, more open. It's the hint of teeth that break up his lips, different from the tightness he'd given upon announcement. You curtsey, as is proper when meet a man above your station, which is just about every man here. Money can buy you an invitation but not the good will other women may have.

"Captain," you have no follow up for that, so you attempt to mean it as a greeting, "I meant no harm."

His fingers tighten around yours when you try to pull them away, but he does straighten up, apparently unbothered by the surrounding crowd's murmurs. He must have hit his head and been sent home due to madness. You're sure that's the only explanation for the heat in his eyes and the smirk on his lips. A man who's lived a life of violence and still holds himself so tall shouldn't bow his head to you.

"Of course not," he holds his hand out, and like a fool you place your fingers against his. He doesn't raise your hand to his lips like so many other men, he bows to it. Bows to meet your knuckles with his lips. Bows with his arm tight behind his back and his eyes lowered. As if you were the queen, and not some doctor's daughter. Your face bursts with heat and you glance around to be sure there aren't any eyes on you.

"Please don't do that," you tell him quietly, whispering it furtively to try and stem the murmurs. His grip on your hand shifts, drops your fingers to hold your wrist.

"Perhaps you'd prefer something else?" He pulls your arm up, turns your hand over to press his lips against the thrumming pulse in your wrist, his gaze holds yours all the while. Your stomach flips pleasantly. The tips of your fingers brush against his dark hair, and you imagine you can feel it through your gloves. "A dance? Or an apology?" He kisses further past your wrist, pulling you closer, "Or perhaps I should be asking for one from you." Another kiss, just below the bend of your elbow.

Was there a crowd? You can't imagine there's anything but you and the captain? No one in the world but the two of you standing in front of each other as his lips skate the top edge of your glove. The feeling of his skin against yours is like touching the inside of an oven, a short shock that makes you want to pull away, a heat that lingers long after the touch is gone. Have you ever wanted to put your hand in a fire so badly?

"Would you like me to apologize?" You ask him, pushing your voice out even past the breathless bubble in your chest. He closes his eyes, tips his head to run his nose against your skin with a sigh.

"Never."

It's so simple a word and yet it drops like a heavy weight into your stomach. It roots you, binds you, when his hand touches the small of your back to pull you closer you go without a second thought. Spellbound.

"God," he breathes, "I'd have come home sooner if I knew you were waitin' for me."

"You don't even know me," You smile, feeling like you've been let in on a joke only the two of you know.

"Oh sweetheart," something in his voice is cloying sweet, something in his eyes -so stormy blue you'd think he bottled the ocean tides just to see through their colored glass- that speaks to a promise you never hoped for, "I've got a lifetime to learn."

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holy-puckslibrary · 4 months

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━ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞.

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pairing(s) — JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader (est. relationship) wc — 1.5k synopsis — jamie can’t keep his hands to himself, and neither can his girlfriend. (prompted on this ask)

note — title’s from summertime by bon jovi + yes, this is a re-upload from the main blog (@holy-pucks) since nothing of mine posted there shows up in the tags. if you’ve already liked or shared that post, i would really appreciate you doing the same with this new one :) thx a million in advance! xx

specific content warnings listed below the cut.

cw — alcohol consumption/tipsy!reader x tipsy!jamie, accidental exhibitionism (jamie getting handsy at a bonfire bc he just can't resist lol), suggestive lang + innuendo, + general fluffy filth but nothing super explicit really, pretty tame for me tbh

jamie drysdale has never been so pleased to have lost a fight in his entire life.

he didn't think it'd get cold enough to warrant lugging around an extra blanket (meaning him, not you—he's a gentleman). you thought otherwise, and pestered him until there was one neatly folded in the backseat.

objectively speaking, jamie was right; it wasn't even chilly. he was actually a little warm, if he was being honest, but that had a lot more to do with his wandering, beer-soaked mind than the weather or a superfluous layer.

—and he had a tent in his pants to prove it.

it's his own fault. he pulled you into his lap when there were more than enough lawn chairs scattered around the blazing fire, knowing full-well you fidget when you're tipsy. jamie knows you can't sit still to save your life, yet he sat you across his thighs anyway. and now he—and his raging hard-on—are paying the price.

he isn't embarrassed he's turned on, that's not the problem. that's never the problem. you've been dating for years, and anyone who's shocked by the effect you have on him has bigger problems than jamie's attraction to his own girlfriend.

it's the fact that he's about ten seconds away from pulling your suit to the side and rutting into you in the middle of a public beach with his friends not even a foot away.

someone across the half-moon crowd says something that makes you laugh—makes you wiggle. jamie's hands tighten on your hips to keep you still, but, by this point in the night, his body is too lax to be of much help. if anything, the impassioned touch eggs you on, and it isn't long before his hips are moving to match your mostly-involuntary movements.

jamie hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "baby, quit it—please."

fluttering half-lidded eyes meet his, clock his internal struggle, and immediately twinkle with mischief. under the guise of shifting your attention, you rub the outside of your thigh against the bulge threatening to tear his trunks.

"quit what?" you ask with a demure smile, your hands looping themselves around his neck. warm fingertips play with the feathered locks tickling his sunburnt neck, making him shiver.

"you know what," he glares. "i don't know when we'll get back home, and you're driving me insane."

"touch me here."

blinking in disbelief, he balks. "w-what?"

"touch. me. here."

each word is punctuated with a chaste peck to his ever-reddening cheek. the succinct affection bounces you in his lap, and jamie can't help but slide his hands further beneath the sandy blanket. at first, to halt the infuriating friction but, like usual, once his hands wander he just can't stop. consequences—and shyness—be damned.

"s'not a good idea." jamie nips your jaw, dotting a line of warm kisses along your neck, stopping once his nose brushes your ear. "my baby's loud as shit, and i'd rather not have an audience."

you swat his chest in offense, but giggle nonetheless. "am not!"

"are too." he smiles up at you.

"i can be quiet," you huff, determination furrowing your brow.

jamie reaches up to smooth the crease with his thumb. you catch his arm and press a sweet peck to the inside of his wrist. he shudders.

you hum into his skin, "i think you're projecting."

"that right?" your boyfriend feigns ignorance, amused.

"let me prove it," you whisper before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. with your forehead flush to his, you try again. "please, jamie. i can't wait anymore—and i certainly can't wait until t strikes out with whoever he's obsessed with this week."

jamie snorts.

you make a solid point; it could be another ten minutes or upwards of two hours. his guess was as good as any—trevor himself included. jamie's really starting to hate that him finally fucking his own girlfriend hinges on his best friend's ability—or inability—to seal the deal.

"you make even a peep, and i stop. got it?"

what's the worst that could happen if he indulges you a bit? no one's even paying attention to either of you, anyway.

you nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth. jamie tugs it free, fingertip dancing over the fresh indentations. your tongue slips out to tease his sun-soaked skin, and it isn't long before the digit is flush to your hot tongue.

jamie's eyes are almost black with lust as they watch your lips welcome and release his finger over and over again. your eyelids fall as he slips into a trance, mesmerized by your mouth.

"words, baby. gimme words," he prods, the words barely audible.

you surrender his hand with a faint pop, blinking down at him like you're already teetering on the precipice. "no sounds or you stop—i got it," you parrot. "now are you going to touch me?"

"needy, needy, baby," jamie teases after stealing a kiss. "i've spoiled you rotten, haven't i? can't even go a couple hours without begging me to touch you... s'alright, i can barely keep my hands of you. 'specially when i've got you sittin' all pretty in my lap like this."

"—jamie, please, just... just touch me already—need t'feel you."

chuckling to himself, jamie mercifully pushes the sodden material out of the way. he nearly moans at what he finds.

how much of it is from the evening dip you took with a couple of the other girlfriends, it's hard to tell, but he'd put good money on it being little to none. no, the damp patch growing in his lap is all you. sweet and warm, and perfectly you.

you gasp when he collects some of the escaped arousal with a few of his fingers. jamie raises a brow in your direction and you cover your mouth apologetically. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. you're trying so hard to keep quiet, it's adorable.

"—haven't even done anything and you're already breaking your promise," he chides. "how am i supposed to give you what you want when you're already misbehaving?"

"the other one," you breathe. confused, jamie hesitates. "give me your other hand."

you fish his free hand out from between your bodies and bring it up to your mouth. his eyes bulge out of their sockets once your intentions become obvious; you mean to silence yourself by sucking on his middle and marriage as he fucks you with the other hand. your back is mostly to the group, but he's still paranoid as all hell.

yet, jamie can't bring himself to deny you—or himself.

"you're gonna be the death of me," he groans as your head dips.

too turned on to care, jamie relents and slips a gentle finger into you. your eyes pinch shut, teeth catching on his other hand, but no sound leaves you. as a reward for your good behavior, he sinks in even further, until he's knuckle-deep at both ends.

his movements are much slower than normal, but, somehow, it doesn't matter. jamie's thumb seeks out your clit, sensitive and swollen despite its neglect, and he traces lazy circles between deep, measured thrusts. all the while, he mouths at your neck with little concern for what evidence he might leave behind. jamie's sole focus is making you feel as good as he does right now with his half-naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend writhing in his lap, her pretty pussy clenching around his lucky fingers.

"—j-jamie," you warble around his drenched hand, hips bucking into the other with what little leverage you have positioned like this. "—close, s'close."

oh, he knows. he can tell. jamie knows your body better than you do; he's a diligent student.

"are you, baby?" jamie can't resist a bit of taunting. you're too far gone to push back. "poor thing, what do you need from me? tell me what you need to get there."

you're slow to answer, overwhelmed by the sensations attacking your mind from all angles. somewhere along the line, a second finger was added... and then a third. the burning stretch aches so good your vision blurs.

jamie, jamie, jamie—the beginning, middle, and end of your thoughts—jamie, through and though. he's everywhere, but it's still not enough.

"my n-neck," you eventually gasp. "please—kiss my neck again."

your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige. lips latched to the tender spot just below your ear, jamie lets his hand take control of the pace; he's no longer content to drag this out. it's been a long day, and all he wants is to watch his pretty girlfriend fall to pieces in his lap.

your peak is ushered in by a series of pitiful little whines and whimpers, mostly muffled by his spit-stained hand, but jamie doesn't have the heart—or the sanity—to chastise you for it. if he had it his way, his mind would play those beautiful, broken sounds on a loop.

but the reverie is too good to last. it always is.

"get a room, you two!"

a chorus of laughter and vulgar remarks succeed trevor's call-out. and, hot under the collar, jamie's cheeks burn pink as he buries his face in the safety of your neck.

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lov1ngdrysdale · 2 months

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bf!jamie drysdale ✧.* headcanons

pairings: fem!reader x jamie drysdale

warnings: none! these are sfw!

a/n: no one can tell me jamie wouldn't be the BEST boyfriend.

bf!jamie who is an absolute sweetheart to you 24/7.

bf!jamie who violently sobs at hopecore videos on tiktok...every time.

bf!jamie who also violently sobbed when he found out about the pwhl. what can he say, he's an empath and a feminist.

bf!jamie was super nervous about messing up your relationship in the beginning. he'll always think twice about everything. the things he says to you, what he wears around you, the way he texts you, even the kind of flowers he brings you.

bf!jamie who, speaking of flowers, is a literal florist in his spare time. he watched one tutorial on how to make a nice floral arrangement, and he has now made it his life's purpose to constantly make beautiful bouquets for you. the second he notices your current flowers starting to wilt he's en route to the store for more.

bf!jamie who has a collaborative playlist with you full of all the songs you want to play at your wedding.

bf!jamie who thinks you look best in his clothes. he loves seeing you in his old t-shirts, hoodies, and his jerseys on game days.

bf!jamie who finds a great deal of comfort in venting to you. somehow you always know the right things to say. he likes that you're empathetic, but also hold him accountable for some things. he thinks you're a great listener and a one-of-a-kind advice giver.

bf!jamie who has a secret obsession with socks. he has short ones, long ones, fuzzy ones, funny ones, ones with slots for each toe, ones with holes in them. you cannot get him to part with any of his socks...it just is what it is.

bf!jamie who loves your family. nothing makes him happier than spending time with your parents, siblings, cousins, pets, etc. He loves anyone that's related to you because he loves you! Even if your uncles give him a hard time and tease him, they'll slowly come around to him.

bf!jamie who sleeps with a life-size teddy bear when you're not home. it's the cutest thing ever.

bf!jamie who loves to go to coffee shops and get frappuccinos or refreshers. he'll leave you to get the coffee, he likes his sweet drinks.

bf!jamie who is a chronic tummy ache survivor. throughout 60% of your relationship, jamie has probably had a tummy ache.

bf!jamie who can't wait for you two to have kids so he can put them in hockey. he gets so excited over imagining the two of you taking your kids to games and being able to sit in the stands together cheering them on. he also thinks you'd make the milf-iest hockey mom.

bf!jamie who hates his facial hair, but knows you love it so he keeps it. he hates how itchy and uncomfortable it is, but you think he looks so hot.

bf!jamie who loves staying in. jamie loves to share some takeout and have a quiet date night in the comfort of your shared home. he likes to slow dance to music in the living room and play card games together.

bf!jamie who is quite literally obsessed with EVERYTHING about you. he worships the ground you walk on, and will never tell you no.

#nhl players #hockey fanfiction #nhl #nhl hockey #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #jamie drysdale x y/n #female reader #f!reader #jamie drysdale x you #philedelphia #philidelphia flyers #flyers hockey #ducks hockey #headcanon #lov1ngdrysdale

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kipcube · 1 month

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the buck rewards outfit is awesome i love it a lot

#duck shuffler #toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #ttcc duck shuffler #buck ruffler #self ship #f/o #forgot how much i love drawing buck hehe #cashbot suit pattern my detested

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sadmitskifanatic · 8 months

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so it's common knowledge that these two share a voice actor, right?

but dig a little deeper. remember the ducktales 2017 reboot? and that one pink character in fairly oddparents? yeah, same guy.

then if we wanna go just a little more niche, there are these characters too.

alongside a couple older classics as well.

and that's nowhere near all of his voice roles. in conclusion, ladies and gentlemen, tom kenny.

#this man's range is off the charts #now consider the fact that he said f&c ep 9's one of his most emotional throughout his career #yep. entire career #good luck #adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #winnie the pooh #cousin fethry #fethry duck #spyro #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #ice king #ducktales #fairly oddparents

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b1anketplask · 2 months

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ITZ HIM!! TUMBLR SEXY GUY!!!1!1!1!!

Nothing much changed cuz I don't have any new ideas for him. I'll design rest of the Little western on this week guys I'll promise!!

#ttte #thomas and friends #ttte fanart #ttte human au #ttte humanized #bezel of sodor #ttte Duck #ttte Montague #ttte gijinka #BP's art #Gijinka #T&F

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samanthasgone · 10 days

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Credit: sweetaniod

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NO MORE SHOWING SAD GOALIES 🥲💔

#hockey #2024 nhl playoffs #vancouver canucks #arturs silovs #henrik lundqvist #new york rangers #anahiem ducks #don’t like seeing arturs silovs sad ever again #I did feel bad for henrik lundqvist when the kings won the Stanley cup in 2014 but I was also happy to see my other team winning it f #stanley cup playoffs #goalies need live too #nhl

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cinnamon-phrog · 10 months

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HA get SMOOCHED!!!

Oh also so none of you are confused/weirded out. I personally see all three of em as ageless and/or all the same or similar ages. Though of course I'm aware other interpretations exist- love them even! Other peoples' views of the characters are wonderful so long as you're not being a dick to someone who's opinion is harmless and clashes with your own. Also if you're pr*ship dni

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duckprintspress · 1 month

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Did you know? So far this April, Duck Prints Press has put out 10, yes t.e.n., new short stories? Two to our website, and eight to our Patreon! Learn all about them now...

Website Releases

Title: Foundations Author: Johnathan Stern

F/F, Science Fiction, Meet Cute on Mars

Addison is browsing the stacks of the Valles Marineris Coprates Chasma University Memorial Library when she's shocked to find someone looking for the same obscure book about the history of space travel that is.

Title: Worlds Apart (but Still Close) Author: Sanne Burg

F/M and M/M to F/M/M, Urban Paranormal, Confessions of Mutual Attraction, When in Doubt Fuck it Out

Flo is consistently frustrated with how her boyfriend Arthur's bodyguard Kacen is always watching her suspiciously. But when she discovers Arthur and Kacen in bed together, it casts a whole new light on the relationships between the three of them, and Flo finds herself considering possibilities that had never dawned on her before.

Patreon Releases

Title: Coffee For My Valentine? Author: Cedar McCafferty-Svec

F/F, Contemporary Romance with a Splash of Magic, Bookshop-slash-Coffee-Shop Meet-Cute, Heat Resistance for the Win

Valentine's day is invariably a disaster for Nissa. And when she starts this Valentine's work day by spilling coffee all over a new customer?

Maybe she should have just stayed in bed this morning.

Title: Glass Slipper: A Dance Author: Cedar McCafferty-Svec

F/NB, Fantasy, Dating Royalty is Hard Even if Your Stepmother Isn't Evil, Attraction at First Sight, Getting to Know One Another

Going to the ball was Marienne's dream, but it still never occurred to her that she'd catch the eye of the Royal Heir Apparent. Their dance is a dream come true, and their walk around the gardens together helps demonstrate they could have a future together even putting perfect first-dances aside, but that doesn't mean things will be easy.

Title: Into the Wyvern's Lair Author: Mikki Madison

F/F (Pre-Relationship), Fantasy, the Inherent Eroticism of Being Competing Mercenaries After the Same Mark (and the Same Pay Day)

Usually, Kella wouldn't take a job from a tiny podunk town in exchange for the risks of facing wyvern, but they're offering 25 gold pieces, and that's too much to resist. She doesn't expect the job to be that hard - it's not her first time facing a wyvern - but she also doesn't expect competition, in the form of a stubborn mage who has been hired by the same town at the same rate. But what she really doesn't expect is the wyvern...

Title: Washer Wars: A Laundromat Feud Author: Samantha M. Piper

F/F, Contemporary Romance, Meet-Awkward, Sometimes the Only Difference Between Fighting and Flirting is Point of View

Every Saturday morning, before the crack of dawn, Dee goes to the laundromat to do her laundry alone and in the quiet, with her pick of the available machines.

Until the morning she's not alone anymore.

Truly, she doesn't know what's worse: the loss of her solitude, or that this intruder has taken the biggest washer.

Title: Fool's Gold Author: Eliot Lovell

M/M (Pre-Relationship), Fantasy, Dragon Hordes and Lifelong Dreams, Hurt/Comfort

When Tomas sets off to defeat a dragon, he does so despite the aches and pains of growing older and a bum hip. Little does he expect that his attempt to be a valiant hero will be derailed prematurely when he's set upon by wolves. After they leave him unconscious in the woods, the last thing he expects is to be rescued and nursed to help. But he has one burning question: who found him, and why?

Title: Escape Author: Sanne Burg

F/M + F/M Established Relationship with Partner Swapping, Contemporary Romance, Middle-Aged Characters, Friends with Benefits to Lovers

Anxiety means that it doesn't take much to push Liam into needing some quiet time to himself, and he's so appreciative of his wife Alice taking the initiative to get him that quiet time.

He's slightly less appreciative when their friends-with-benefits partner-swap married friends Dan and Lola show up, especially considering that it was finding RPF fanart of him and Dan having sex that triggered Liam's anxiety in the first place...

Title: Old Kings and New Author: Lyonel Loy

M/M, Fantasy, Omega/Omega, Middle-Aged Characters, Bonding Over Shared Favorite (Rape Fantasy) Books

No one in their right mind would name Isemund king, but he's the only heir left, and so the council names him and then flees before the conqueror Caith can seize the castle.

Isemund is prepared to die at the hands of the invader.

Caith has other plans in mind.

Title: Georgia Rain Author: R. L. Houck This is a sequel to the Patreon-exclusive story "Pretty 7 Days a Week"

F/NB, Contemporary Suspense, Reunion after a Long Separation, They Work Hard for the Money, You'll Never Guess How This Sex Romp Gets Interrupted...

Four years after the events of Pretty 7 Days a Week, Tomas, who has changed their name to Aster, has built themself a new, better life no longer working on the streets.

The last thing they expect is for Lydia to come sweeping back into their life. It's also the last thing they want...or so they keep trying to tell themself...

So, Looking for New Queer Short Stories to Read? Visit Our Webstore and Become a Patreon Backer Now!

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taxlthomas · 4 months

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practicing pose stuff etc woohoo

#looney tunes #daffy duck #actually tryna get line of action flow stuff in my head #took me long enough f

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gummmy · 1 year

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#my art #dhmis #don’t hug me i’m scared #dhmis red guy #dhmis duck #dhmis yellow guy #f is for family #tw smoking

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ghouljams · 30 days

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Regency!Price teaching you how to blow him...

cw: f!reader, dom!price, face fucking, breeding kink, oral (both receiving), regency era sex politics bullshit

He's snuck in your window again, taken a seat on your bed without prompting and when you ask him what he's doing here, he simply smiles. He reaches for you, drags you between his knees by your hips and kisses your stomach. You card your fingers through his hair, feel the tension leave his shoulders as you scratch at his scalp. It's nice, gentle, his face presses into your dress, his breathing even as the tightness of the day leaves him. You wonder if he shouldn't have stayed home, if the risk of coming to see you is worth the headache it must give him.

"Did you need something Captain?" You ask, unsure of what the night has in store when he's said nothing to you about it. Last time he'd spotted your chess board and made a seat for himself. He hums, you can feel the vibration of it against your skin even through your dress. His head tips back, his eyes searching yours briefly, before his hands are sliding off your hips and down over your legs.

"Get on your knees love," He orders, and though you blink at his tone, glance at the door to your bedroom, you do lower yourself to rest on your knees. Price holds your arms to help you down, and when you shift uncomfortably, reaches behind himself to grab a pillow off the bed. You adjust your skirt around yourself, try to get comfortable with your confusion. Price hardly waits for you to finish before he's holding your face between his hands.

He tips your head back and kisses you like you're the most precious thing in the world. You might be. One and then another, again and again. Soft sticking kisses, the kind that only come with slightly chapped lips. Tired but gentle, your lips glue to his until his tongue darts out to wet them. Then you almost miss the way he'd stuck to you. He coaxes you to follow the motion of his tongue with your own, drawing the muscle into his mouth and giving a firm suck before releasing you. If this is all he wanted you're more than happy to comply. You push up on your knees, your hand settling on his thigh to follow him when he pulls back. You catch his lips and feel his hands leave you.

He tips his head, your next kiss lands on the corner of his lips, his cheek. His beard tickles. He says your name. You glance down at his lap, his fingers wrapped around his cock. You lower yourself back down, eyes glued to the stroke of his thumb over the soft skin and the way his trousers part for his thick length. Heat throbs between your legs at the sight of it, remembering the way he'd stretched you out on his cock not so long ago.

"That's a pretty sight," Price mumbles, his eyes tracing over your face as he pumps his hand up and down the length of his cock, "Open your mouth." Your eyes dart to his, his smiles, nods his head at your hesitation. You part your lips, raise your brows for approval. "Wider, tongue out," He tells you.

He taps the head of his cock against your tongue when you comply, the motion startles you a little. Improper. Dirty. You lick your lips, and he hums, taps your tongue again with a smile when you hold it out.

"What a good little wife you are," He hums. You hold still, let him slide his cock over your tongue, open your mouth wider to accommodate him. Price's hand slips behind your head, fists in your hair and holds you there. "Eyes on me and lick it," Another order, his voice deeper, darker. It shivers through you. You keep your eyes on his, let him hold his cock for you as you drag your tongue along the length of it.

The skin is soft, salty, it pulls under your tongue. You trace the veins that run along it, experimenting with the length of your licks. You run your tongue around the head, teasing the ridge of it and pushing up to kiss it. Another pleased hum rumbles out of Price, so you do it again, pressing kisses to the side as you make your way down to where his fingers grip the base. You wonder if you could... You raise a hand to thread your fingers around his, feel his hold loosen so you can take over. Your hand wrapping around his thick cock with more difficulty than his long fingers. (This was inside of you. The ache of its memory throbs between your legs, eager for another taste)

It doesn't matter you suppose. You're just holding it so you can lick up and down his length, pressing kisses when your jaw starts to ache. You do your best to hold eye contact, Price tugs at your hair each time you forget, each time you look away he brings you back to center. He tugs your hair, pulls you away from his cock. He doesn't have to tell you to open your mouth, you just do it. You like the way it makes his eyes sparkle.

"Watch your teeth," He advises, slipping his cock over your tongue and into your mouth, "Suck."

You close your lips around his cock, drop your jaw open wider to avoid catching him with your teeth. He's heavy on your tongue, warm. You try to lick your tongue over the underside of him, try to pull back as you hollow your cheeks around his thick cock. Instead he pushes you down, feeds you his cock until you gag and then holds you there. Waits for you to whine before he lets you up.

"S'alright," He tells himself, "just need a little practice." You're pushed down his length again. Again he hits your gag reflex and holds you there. You're pulled off his cock, saliva stringing off your lips as you cough. Price moves your head, rubs his red cockhead against your lips until you open for him. Wetness pools between your legs, heat starting to tingle against your clit. He drags you up and down his cock, watching you drool and gag as many times as it takes until your nose is pressed against the dark curls that trail up his stomach. Your hand has long since been grabbed off his cock, your wrist held tight in Price's iron grip after you'd tried to push him away in a desperate attempt for air.

Your head swims, your eyes lidded as they gaze up at him. You swallow around the cock filling your throat, lave your tongue against the underside of it. Price pulls you back and you suck the whole way, swirling your tongue around the head before he pulls you off completely. Your chest heaves as you suck in breath, spit covering your lips as you kiss the cock Price slaps against them. You hold your tongue out to lick its length, open your mouth wide so he can force your head down to the base again. He holds you there through your gag, and you feel another throb of wet heat.

You rock your hips against nothing, the air the only thing to push against as your future husband pulls you back. He raises a brow, his attention sending a shiver of heat over your skin. You do it again, hump the air while you lick his cock. It feels good, dirty, improper, it scratches an itch, and leaves you desperate at the same time. You try to take his cock down your throat again and Price holds you in place. Whining makes him chuckle.

His hips move, doing the work of fucking you with his cock that his hand had been doing. It doesn't help the desperate want between your legs to feel the movement of his hips as he fucks the wrong hole.

"Taking it so well sweet'art," He grunts, fucking your throat with deeper and deeper strokes until he's hitting your gag reflex every time. Giving himself just enough time to shove you to the base and pull out. Price groans, tips his head back as you slurp and suck, trying to keep up with the motion. A few more strokes and he's pulling you back, loosening his grip on your hair to haul you onto the bed. You find yourself caged under him, Price's hands desperate as they push your skirt up around your hips.

You spread your legs too eagerly when you feel his cock press against your slit. You feel like you're dripping. It still makes you gasp to feel his blunt head pushing into you. You shiver, claw at his shoulders, and feel him stop with just the tip inside. The bump of his hand against you as he stroke himself makes realize he has no intentions of fucking you.

"Please John," You whimper, "please." It doesn't matter, your begging seems to send him over the edge. Your poor desperate cunt is flooded with his come as he groans over you. He strokes himself through it, and pulls out. Your displeasure is short lived. Your thighs are grabbed by rough hands and hoisted up, pushed to your chest as Price slides down your body.

His lips close around your clit and you keen. His tongue drags over your slit, pushes his come back into your cunt as you twist your hands over your mouth to stop the noises that leak from you. "Don't want to lose a drop," He kisses your clenching hole, "bred then wed. That's the proper way of things."

You can't open your mouth to disagree without waking your parents, but you think that was the point.

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