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hotchscvm · 3 years

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34+35

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: In which you want to fuck him until daylight.

You might think I'm crazy

The way I've been cravin'

If I put it quite plainly

Just give me them babies

Downing the shot of vodka, you cheered loudly, grinning as you noticed you had beaten the others. Your friend followed your actions, downing his before slamming it back on the bar. You giggled, wiping away the droplet of vodka running down your chin. "I win. Again."

"How the fuck are you not on the floor?" Jace asked, almost breathless. The blond-haired man took a sip of water, trying to un-pucker his lips. "I'mma cut you off or you'll hate yourself tomorrow while nursing the worse hangover."

You pouted, making a face at the glass of water Jace has slide over to you. "One more. I promise this'll be the last one."

Spending a Friday night with your lifelong best friend, getting drunk off your ass is exactly what you needed after an impossibly long week at work. He had suggested dancing but you took it a step further with hard earned shots. There wasn't a doubt you'd wake up with the nastiest hangover tomorrow. Yet, you didn't, not when you hung out with your best friend; nothing could go wrong.

"That's what you said three shots ago. Come on, drink some water and we can dance for a few minutes before I take you home." Jace said, practically forcing you to take a big gulp of water. Once you had complied, he smiled, catching the eye of the hottest guy in the club, who had been staring at you while his friends' conversations fell deaf to his ears. Jace leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "That guy is staring at you."

Resisting the urge to look, you hope, whoever he is, is cute. You took another sip of water while Jace tried to pinpoint where he saw the man before. "And are we sure he isn't staring at you? You look bomb as fuck tonight, babe."

Jace rolled his eyes, casting his eyes back to you. "I'm pretty positive. Sis didn't even notice me catching him staring. Honest to god, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, he looks so familiar."

Curiosity getting the best of you and you abruptly turned around, meeting a pair of the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He sat in a booth full of his friends, a bottle of beer in his hands while his eyes widened when they met yours. The man was handsome as hell, with broad shoulders, a toned chest that shown through his tight white shirt, biceps as big as 10 year old's head. The Patriots hat covered his hair but from what you could tell, he had dark hair, maybe dark brown but as of the moment, you couldn't tell. Not with the way he was looking at you.

So what are you doing tonight?

Better say, "Doin' you right"

Watching movies, boy, we

Ain't seein' a thing tonight

Subconsciously, you licked your lips, turning your attention back to Jace, a trail of goosebumps appearing on your arm. "Holy fuck, he's gorgeous."

"Ride his horse til you can't no more." Jace replied, grinning slyly when you smacked his arm. He took a sip of his drink, grimacing when the liquid burned his throat. "But seriously, go for it. You'd make a cute couple, or if you don't want that, he looks like he's a good fuck."

Glancing back at the man, you saw him talking to his friends with a comical expression on, like he was arguing about something. You couldn't deny how hot he is. "He does, doesn't he?"

"I've got a plan." Jace announced, jumping out of his chair, his fluffy hair bouncing at the movement. He reached out, taking your hands in his before leading you to the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding and jumping along to the music. He put a hand on your waist, the other turning you around the face the unbelievable hot man. "Dance."

Following his command, you moved your hips in the rhythm of the music, throwing your hands up, letting Jace guide your body. You could feel his eyes on you, maybe a few on you, but you didn't look up, focusing on not making a fool of yourself, which wouldn't be hard considering the amount of vodka you drank. Ariana Grande came on, singing about how she wanted to 69 with her boyfriend when you finally looked up.

But the Patriots hottie wasn't sitting in his booth, the seat he occupied now vacant. You were about to turn around when you noticed the navy blue hat towering over you. The man glanced at your best friend, and Jace immediately took his hands off your waist, leaning towards the guy, squishing you between them.

"Hi!" Jace screamed, barely heard from the loud thumping of the music. "I'm not her boyfriend, just a very helpful friend. She's been stressed out at work, so do whatever you need to do to help her relax if you know what I mean. I'll leave you guys be. Have fun!"

Before you could elbow him, Jace left, squeezing in between bodies to get away. You were left with the grinning man, his smile making a dimple on his left cheek. Playfully rolling your eyes, you yelled your name at him, introducing yourself.

He held out his hand, leaning closer so you could hear what he was saying. You shook his hand. "I'm Chris! It's really nice to meet you!"

Laughing, you nodded, telling him the same. By the end of the night, you'd both be deaf. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"Yeah!" Chris shouted, covering an ear with his hand.

It was the vodka that made you put step closer to him, turning your back, and leaning against the fine specimen. His arms wrapped around your abdomen, his crotch pressing between your ass cheeks, and head rested on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. You could feel the hardness pressing against you, and you arched your back, his crotch grinding against your ass.

Chris groaned, while you let out a little mewl, loving how he felt against you. The electronic music came back on, the LED lights flashing across the whole club while purple jumped up and down, pumping their fist in the air. Both you and Chris followed the crowd, grinding against one another as you jumped, his hot breath tickling your hair.

The vibe between the two of you intensified, the air around you hot, the body heat multiplying as the dancing continued. From the corner of your eye, you could see your best friend dancing with a girl, keeping a close eye on you. Giving him a thumbs up and a smile, you threw your head back, exposing your neck to Chris. Taking his chance, he pressed a soft kiss on it, earning a soft moan from you. His lips were soft, warm, and addicting.

Turning back around, you put a hand on his chest, feeling the toned pecs under the thin shirt. An arm wrapped around his neck, and immediately, he dipped his head down, crashing his lips down on yours. Moaning, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, both of them swirling as you locked lips. You could hear the muffled cheers from Jace, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks from kissing a man you barely knew.

His hands roamed your body, an arm pulling you even closer to him while a hand tangled themselves in your hair, the slight pain edging you even more. Wetness dampened your underwear, the juices ruining the fabric. Chris' lips tasted like beer, with a hint of vanilla chapstick. It made you crave him even more. Breaking away from the kiss, you planted, breathless from the passionate lip lock. His eyes darkened, landing on your cleavage before making their way up to your lips.

Leaning in, you whispered. "Bathroom."

Without hesitation, he took your hand, quickly pulling you away from the dance floor, leading you to the nearest bathroom. And that happened to be the men's. Chris didn't waste any second, pushing you agains the wall as soon as the door shut. He immediately locked the door, not caring if the bathroom was preoccupied. It wasn't.

I don't wanna keep you up

But show me, can you keep it up?

'Cause then I'll have to keep you up

So maybe I'ma keep you up, boy

I've been drinking coffee

And I've been eating healthy

Know I keep it squeaky, yeah

Saving up my energy

A pair of lips met yours, a hand cupping your cheek, and an arm tugging off your black top while yours crawled to the hem of his. Breaking the kiss, you pulled off your shirt, throwing the fabric on the dirty bathroom floor. His dropped next to yours.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, heavy breathing, and buttons unhooking filled the silent room. Clothes fell to the floor; it wasn't long until you stood in front of one another, naked as the day you were born. With a pounding heart, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing and kneading for a full minute while his cock swelled, lifting up higher and higher until it poked your stomach.

"Your tits are so perfect," Chris whispered, dipping his head to lick a hard nipple.

You let out a whimper, pushing him away only to drop to your knees, his cock in your face. You took his rippling hard cock into your mouth. You'd never had anything that big in your mouth before, but you sucked in as much as you could and stroked the rest with your hand, cupping his heavy balls with the other.

"Ooh, yes, sweetheart," Chris groaned. "That's my good girl. You suck it so good, pretty baby."

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

You gaze up at his face while you sucked him, making sure you could see the pleasure on his face. The way he was gazing down at you with pure lust in his eyes made your cunt flush with heat. You knew you were going to need to cum, but you wanted it to be on his cock. You bobbed your head along the shaft, sucking him harder and faster while you could feel his balls tightening up in your hand.

The pleasure of taking a man's cum in your mouth was always satisfying but your newfound love for watching a big, hard cock spurt warm cum onto your skin took over. When Chris grunted and warned you he was going to cum you backed against the way, and furiously stroked his shaft directly into your face. He was staring down at you with fire in his lustful eyes. He grunted and huffed desperately while ribbons of his cum burst from his cock and spattered your doll-like face. Opening your mouth, you welcomed some of the man's gooey discharge directly onto your tongue.

Chris' cum was tangy, but it was the yummiest treat you'd ever had in your mouth. After letting it linger on your tongue for a moment or two, you finally swallowed it down, giving you the warmest feeling in your tummy you'd ever had. A moment later, Chris was pulling you to your feet. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, moaning softly.

"I want you," he stated, his cock already hardening despite cumming only a few seconds ago. His eyes burned with lust. "Now."

Kissing him back, you smirked, knowing the effect you had on men. "Then take me."

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it

Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick

Don't need no side dick, no

Got the neighbors yelling' "Earthquake!"

4.5 when I make the bed shake

But you down to hit it even though it's lightweight

His cock was nestled against your cunt, making your slut warm and wet. You kissed for a few more minutes before Chris' cock was fully hard, rubbing against your dewy slit. Chris pushed the thick dome of his cock into your slick, smooth opening, earning a loud moan from you.

His imposing cock was pushing inside against you and filling your hole like it had never been filled before. He felt so thick and hard, that fat shaft scraping against your inner walls. Before you even knew what was happening, Chris was pumping your hole with every, hard inch of his cock. His body was so much bigger than yours. You felt like you were being impaled, and the way his huge cock was driving you higher and higher was turning you into his own, personal cock-loving cumslut.

You whimpered, wiggling your hips to get some friction. "Fuck! I love your cock so much."

Chris pulled every inch of his cock out, leaving the head just in before pounding into you. You both moaned, loving the way his cock filled you so much. "I love this pussy. And your mouth. I want to fuck you until you have my cum dripping down your thighs."

We'll start it at midnight, go 'til the sunrise

Don't have to save time

But who's counting the time when we got it for life?

I know all your favorite spots

We can take it from the top

You're such a dream come true, true

Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh

Before you could answer, he drove his big cock into your slippery fuckhole with increasingly forceful thrusts, leaving you speechless. Nothing felt as good as being fucked by the handsome stranger. Chris kept kissing your mouth and tits while driving his cock into you with long, hard thrusts.

You climaxed at least two times from the hot fucking. On the second time, you started begging him to fill your pussy with his cum. "Do it inside me, Chris. Fill my cunt till it's dripping back out."

Between the clenching grip of your climaxing pussy, and your eager need to be filled with cum, Chris' cock exploded deep inside your tight channel, filling you up and with a hard creamy load of his cum. You climaxed until you were breathless. Chris pressed his forehead against your own, panting while his softening cock stayed inside your cunt. You could feel his cum dripping out of pussy, slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs.

"Well, fuck." Chris breathed. You laughed, panting still. He pulled away slightly, looking you in the eyes. "I should tell you I usually don't do this. Believe it or not, but this is the first time I fucked in such a public place."

Nodding, you agreed, looking to your left, seeing your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you just had a good fuck. "Me, too. Um, we should probably get cleaned up and get out. Someone might want to use the bathroom."

But Chris didn't move, neither did you. "Actually, before your friend encouraged me to fuck you, I came up to ask you a question."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked sheepishly, blushing, cock still inside.

You couldn't help but laugh at the weird situation. "I'm sorry but are you actually asking me that when your cock is still in me?"

Chris blushed even harder, pulling his cock out, your cum glistening it. "Right, sorry. So, what'd you say? Just one date?"

Chuckling, you nodded, a big smile on your face. "Yeah, I'm down."

Means I wanna 69 with you

No shit

Math class

Never was good

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monsterywriting · 3 years

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Thenerius - pt 1

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word count: 4,555

male tiefling x female reader

AN: this is planned as a two-parter, like Adam, just super long because i want to make “shorter” (i.e. not a bunch of parts) stories so i can keep up better.

The Deep was a small inn with an attached tavern overlooking the ocean about an hour’s ride from the nearby port city of Alfore. The location was not entirely by accident, or so your boss claims, and it definitely was not a miscalculation of Alfore’s outward expansion when purchasing the land.

Nevertheless, against all odds, Mr. Thistle’s business managed to prevail despite the city’s outer limits remaining largely unchanged for the better part of a decade. His secret to paying his taxes on time was largely thanks to his clientele, taking in those not traditionally welcome within the city limits. To put it bluntly, pirates.

It was your second year working at The Deep but your entire life had been spent within it’s pine walls, your mother having worked here before you. Though you weren’t quite used to being a worker there, there was one thing of which you were certain: you have made more gold in these two years than you had with the salary of a scribe for the capital’s archives in five.

Whenever a pirate crew blew in with the with the sea breeze, the drunken tips of coin and jewelry of dubious origins were almost worth the whirlwind of destruction left in the wake of their days-long benders.

But at present, that period of prosperity was still months away and you were currently struggling to clean the tavern when all you wanted was to curl up in front of the fire on the far side of the room.

There weren’t many guests staying overnight this time of year, whatever handful of travelers entering Alfore by land were willing to stop so close to their destination, but the tavern was never truly empty.

You relaxed slightly as you approached the fireplace, taking your time dusting the mantel as the heat thawed your freezing body.

It was about two-thirds of the way into your third straight shift, the night before having started off promising. A rare merchant ship’s crew stopped by the tavern for the evening at the end of your first trip, but the tips hadn’t been impressive so you had agreed to stay and help the morning shift expecting the clean up to be worse than it actually was.

With over an hour left in your shift, everything was spotless and you had little else to do but pretend to dust as close to the fireplace as you could.

A tap on your shoulder nearly made you topple over the old trinkets on the mantel, Lenora giggling at your reaction behind you. She was a pretty young woman, clearly descending at least in part from the sea, though you never asked her any specifics.

“I hope winter ends early this year,” she sighed, setting down an armful of cleaned mugs on the bar counter, “I hardly got any tips last night, and those assholes ran me ragged filling their ales! Even the pirates would at least leave a gold coin a piece for that!”

“Tova willing,” You snort, slipping behind the bar and stowing the mugs away in their place underneath the counter, inclined to agree with Lenora before a yawn escaped you, your hand quickly covering your mouth as you were unable to contain it.

“You should go sleep in my room for a bit,” she suggested gently, wiping down the wet spots where the mugs had been with her rag, “We’re pretty much finished and you had a long night.”

“I’m fine,” you replied tersely, unwilling to admit how tempting the offer was, “my shift’s almost over.”

Before Lenora could argue with you, Thistle poked his head out of his office and called you into it.

By the time you entered the cramped room - once an extra supply closet - he was already behind his desk, writing something furiously that you couldn’t see over the towering stacks of papers surrounding him

Mr. Thistle was a halfling, the only one you’d ever seen even among all the people at the port. You didn’t know much about them, other than what you observed from your boss. Despite his youthful appearance, you knew for a fact he was much older than he appeared. And, in his case, his personality very much fit his namesake, his tongue and wit both sharper than perhaps was wise.

“What are you still doing here? Your shift ended an hour ago,” Mr. Thistle didn’t look up from his paperwork, his voice sounding almost bored, though you had known him long enough to recognize that it wasn’t a rhetorical question.

“You agreed to let me take on more shifts last month, Mr. Thistle,” you answered.

“You have been here for twenty-four straight hours,” Mr. Thistle frowned, “Rose will kill me for overworking you once she’s well enough to visit.”

You swallowed a growing lump in your throat, shaking your head emphatically, “Please, sir, at least let me finish this shift. You know I’ll work hard and I need the money…”

“Sir? When have you ever called me that?” He spat, but you knew him well enough to know he was cracking, “Fine, finish your shift. But you’re out of here by noon! And I don’t want to see you again until next weekend.”

“Thank you!” You said as you walked out the room, deciding to get one last word in over your shoulder before slamming the door shut behind you, “You’re the best god-dad, sir!”

Just as you returned to the bar with a new vigor, the bell hanging above the tavern entrance rang as it was struck by the opening door.

You and Lenora glanced at each other before turning to see who had arrived at such an odd time of day and season.

“Thenerius!” You cried out once you saw exactly who was ducking down to pass through the entryway without his horns knocking into the doorframe, exaggerated cheer masking your shock at seeing the pirate captain in the middle of winter.

He smirked as he strode up to the bar, his purple hand lifting to dig around his breast pocket for a bag of gold he dropped on the counter for you to take. You quickly hand it off to Lenora to put in the inn’s safe, ignoring her not-so-subtle wink at you and practically skip into the kitchen to help pass out the first round of ales.

You weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, all too happy to greet any customer you knew had gold and play the part of eye candy for them.

Any boredom or exhaustion you felt from your back to back shifts vanished as the solution to your stress magically appeared before you.

Thinking ahead, you save Thenerius’ table for last and no sooner do you set down the four pitchers of ales you’d been carrying is the tiefling pulling you down to sit on his lap. You quickly slide off to sit at his side, allowing him to keep an arm around you. You feel a bit self conscious, knowing you probably smell worse for wear after three straight shifts, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he downs his first mug of ale.

Glancing around, you note that the other crew members didn’t look nearly as jovial to be here in the snow as their captain did. It was definitely dangerous to be navigating the waters this far north this time of year, the winds less reliable and ice tending to form bergs out where there was no hope for rescue, not to mention that pirates tended to stick to the beaches in the south while they waited for winter to pass.

“What are you doing here so early?” You ask, unable to hide your curiosity at how two out-of-season crews managed to stop at the inn, this one more surprising than the merchants.

“The winds were favorable,” Thenerius beamed down at you, though that still didn’t answer the question of why they’d want to leave the south now of all times. Seemingly sensing your dissatisfaction with the answer, he flung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his voice lowering to a hushed whisper that tickled the shell of your ear, “and I simply had to come see my treasure as soon as I could.”

You giggle and pretend to turn your head in a bashful display, inwardly cringing at the nickname. You’re all too happy, however, to accept Thenerius’ hand slipping into your skirts and feel gold pieces clinking together as he drops the coins into your pocket. You accept his flirting and flirt back yourself, tolerating his occasionally hand fondling as he laughed and drank all night. Well, that made it sound more lecherous than it actually was.

Thenerius was obsessed with your hands, feeling the pads of your fingers and rubbing circles on the back of them. You had asked him why when he first asked you if he could hold them, having stared at them constantly before then. He said because they were soft, and you understood. Your hands were no dainty things, the beginnings of some callouses here and there, especially where you held your pen, but they were like a newborn’s in comparison to his, roughened from working on boats his entire adult life.

He also demanded a lot of your attention, constantly keeping conversations with you going when you wished nothing more than to just sit there and fall asleep from his ministrations. Nevertheless, you’d complement Thenerius and look impressed as he recounts the harrowing adventures he’d experienced in the past year and dutifully feel his new scars on his already scar-riddled body in feigned awe.

The man had an ego the size of a small island, an easy enough thing to stroke in order to get a better haul of tips at the end of it all. Other’s also provide company as you are, you even catch Lenora’s eye with a smile as she leads a minotaur into the inn portion of the building. You resist the urge to shake your head, unable to believe she was turning in so early in the day. Mr. Thistle definitely wouldn’t approve, but you were no snitch.

Though, you never let Thenerius get that close to you, drawing the line whenever the tiefling attempted to push the envelope of acceptable public behavior, acting coy when you needed to and sometimes only narrowly managing to avoid his attacking lips by keeping his mouth busy downing more ale.

He was even more clingy than the ones who just wanted to fuck you, but dealing with Captain Thenerius of the Red Night was second nature to you now, well worth the flirting game you two have played for the past two years. Just keep him company until he was piss drunk, and then it was easy enough to extract yourself from his grasp and actually help the others run the tavern. He was by far the customer with the loosest purse strings, always throwing gold around like he were some purple holiday saint.

The constant boasting and drunken attempts at kissing were turn-offs even with his admittedly handsome features when sober. But, he was about as harmless as you were willing to think a pirate, never demanding more of you in the carnal sense, and he was constantly slipping you extra coins, so you remained pleasant.

Realistically, you knew the gold was more likely than not blood money, given his occupation. However, it made no difference to you where the money came from so long as it ended up in your pocket, and the tiefling only ever sought you out when he visited.

You coo at Thenerius’ virility as he flexed before you, your hands on his bicep and nodding along with whatever he told you, both of you ignoring how his crew was gagging and groaning at your cavity-inducing display.

You truly had one person to thank for your position as the pirate captain’s favorite in The Deep: Paloma, a former worker at the tavern herself before she fell pregnant and got married. Once she knew she would no longer be working at The Deep, she had introduced you.

Frankly, the tiefling had shown no interest in you at first, his eyes never straying from Paloma as she worked bringing out supper. It had been awkward - you had barely started working at the inn after emerging from the archives where your only contact with another soul had been through books written by long-dead authors. You had not yet perfected the art of flirting with customers, and you definitely weren’t one to fight for a man’s attention.

It was by pure luck you happened recognize the origin of one of Thenerius’ rings, and even more luck that his attention had actually been on the on the table shuffling a deck of cards when you commented on it, the ensuing conversation what finally got you on his radar.

However, even as you grew comfortable falling into the role of companion for the pirate whenever he blew into town, you were never so foolish as to fall for him or any of the other pirates from different crews that took a shining to you, as some of the other girls were prone to do.

You held no illusion that the Thenerius that would cuddle you like a child would their favorite toy after a few pitchers of ale was born out of anything more than loneliness from a pirate who was likely holding his first warm body after months at sea. And who knew whose body he held after months going back to the other side of the world.

Even if the visits were like clockwork, it was only a few weeks out of the year and their free spirits and lifestyles only spelled heartbreak for those whose lives were spent on land.

And even you could appreciate the fun of the pastime. It definitely wasn’t torture; Thenerius was on the handsomer end of the pirate spectrum, meticulously looking after his appearance and general health even on long stretches at sea. It was hard to tell how much older than you he was, his appearance both rugged from the sea and boyish from his mannerisms, and his choice in outfits were… colorful, to say the least, always wearing the most expensive fabrics he acquired during his travels - which somehow always tended to be the gaudiest.

Though you would never allow yourself to fall for him, maybe you would have at least bedded him had he not ended every night shitfaced, though that bit was partially your doing.

After an hour, and Thenerius is relying on the wall to stay upright more than himself, you try to slip out of the booth as quietly as you can. However, just as you’re about to stand, arms suddenly snake around your waist and pull you ungracefully back down. An undignified yelp escapes you, and it takes all your willpower to not let your instinct to fight against your captor win.

Once you turn, he is staring quite intensely at you, though he fortunately makes no attempt to kiss you. Involuntarily, you begin to turn red at his scrutiny, knowing pretty words won’t placate the tiefling on the rare occasions he goes completely silent like this.

“My shift is almost over,” you whisper, awkwardly pulled an arm out from Thenerius’ hold to pat his cheek gently, “I have to go.”

To your surprise, Thenerius actually lets go on the first try. However, he also rose to his feet and followed you out the tavern and to the stables. He was silent as he watched you ready your horse, so quiet you may have forgotten he was there had you not felt his stare upon your so sharply. Just as you passed him leading your horse out into the courtyard believing Thenerius to just be drunk, he calls out to you.

You stop in the courtyard, looking up at the tiefling in curiosity as his hand dove into his coat pocket to pull out a beautifully intricate golden ring with emeralds encrusted along the braided band.

Normally, your weren’t a fan of such gifts, preferring more liquid assets over something so valuable that you were expected to keep and wear in front of the giver. However, you found yourself making an exception as the ring was so breathtaking you needed to put on no act as you thanked Thenerius and took it carefully from his calloused fingers.

“I love it,” you smiled, trying the ring on each finger until it slid snugly down your right index. You presented the ring to the pirate captain, laughing as you watched his tail swishing behind him and the way his entire expression lit up seeing you wear his gift.

“Actually,” Thenerius cleared his throat, sounding almost nervous as he took your hands in his before you could climb onto your horse, and you cursed your heart for leaping into your throat as his thumb stroked lazy circles over your knuckles.

You manage not to wrench your hands out of Thenerius’ sudden grasp, watching as his thumb and forefinger slowly pull the ring off your right hand. The confusion must be apparent on your face as he chuckled and whispered reassurances as he transferred the ring to your left hand, the fourth finger before your pinky.

It took you a moment of staring to register what was happening, your body only kickstarting into action when Thenerius was in the process of kneeling before you, “I was hoping to do this tonight in front of my crew, but if you’re leaving now-”

Like an automaton finally kicking to life, you took in a gasping breath and closed your fists around the collar of Thenerius’ coat, not caring how you appeared as you pulled him back up before his knee could touch the dusty ground and there was evidence of what was about to transpire.

He fought against you at first, but when you growled out a stern “stop!” he allowed you to haul him back to his feet.

“What’s wrong?” Thenerius had the nerve to look hurt as you yanked the ring off your finger and shove it back into his hand.

“What’s wrong? You’re proposing to me, damn it!” You nearly shouted, managing to curb your temper despite doubting anyone inside would be able to hear you.

You were teetering a dangerous edge, yelling as you were at a pirate of all people, and who knows what he did to get the damned ring, but you were too caught up in your own anger to care that he could easily kill you where you stood. You were too busy feeling as though your world was crashing around you. Things were good. Why did he have to go and ruin it all by doing this? Why couldn’t he just… continue your game in perpetuity. It wasn’t the first proposal you’ve gotten at work, but it was definitely the one that hurt the most.

“I love you,” Thenerius croaked, “I thought-”

“Love? You must be out of your damned mind,” you scoff in disbelief, “You’ve only seen me three times in two years. less than four weeks total. And you’re proposing? You love anyone who bats their eyelashes at you for gold?”

“That’s not true,” Thenerius said, appearing so stricken by your episode you had to avert your eyes to the sheer pain in his own, “You didn’t do it for the gold. You care for me as deeply as I care for you.”

You turn to your saddle, pulling out a burlap sack from your bag and forcing it open. You pull out a tangle of jewelry, necklaces, earrings, even a ring or two.

“I needed the gold, that’s it.”

Thenerius stares blankly at you, and you take his distraction as an opportunity to jump on your horse and ride off.

You don’t slow until you knew The Deep was far behind you, finally allowing your mare to walk the rest of the way home once you’re confident you put enough space between you and the pirate. You didn’t relax until you saw the familiar barn roof above the treetops ahead.

“I’m home!” You called from the doorway, immediately struck by the stillness of the house as unease settled deep in the pit of your stomach.

Pushing back the unpleasant thoughts, certain it was rooted in what had transpired at work, you ventured deeper into the cottage, making your way to the bedroom.

“Mother?” Your call goes unanswered as you enter, smiling softly when you saw her still wrapped up in the bed.

The fire on the far side of the room was burning low, so you threw another log in it before going to sit on the chair at the side of the bed to remove your work clothes.

Just as you were about to crawl into bed, you notice the open book still by your mother and walked around to grab it. It was an old book you immediately recognized, the hand-drawn illustrations and worn pages all too familiar from your childhood. You carefully mark her place with the torn piece of paper she always used and set it on her bedside table.

Glancing at your mother, now closer, you couldn’t help the uneasiness that crept back to the forefront of you mind as you realized how peacefully she was sleeping.

No rattling breathing, no tossing or turning, none of what had plagued your mother’s nights since she first fell ill. A chill ran up your spine as you reached out a tentative hand to brush against her cheek, relief making your legs weak when she grunts at your disturbance and rolls over onto her back.

“What is it?” She yawned, starting to emerge from her blanket cocoon.

“Nothing, I just got back,” you whispered, smoothing back her hair from her eyes, “Have you taken your medicine today?”

She nodded, already drifting off again. You sighed, any thought of sleep gone from your mind from the scare.

You decide to spend the rest of the day outside, finishing all the chores that had piled up while you were gone. First, you had to clean your horse’s hooves, then feed the chickens and gather their eggs, milk your goats and finally take the cured meat our of your small smokehouse.

It was still strange being home, even after so much time had passed since leaving your life at the capital. You had once swore you’d never return to the tiny cottage, leaving to make your own way in this world.

But circumstance led you back home, despite making many offers to have your mother move in with you at the capital. She insisted, however, that she preferred the peace and quiet the country offered her, though you knew in truth she couldn’t leave the home your father had built, the memories and perhaps some buried hope that he may one day return for her keeping her firmly rooted.

By the time you were able to turn in for the day, you were completely drained of all energy. In truth, your exhaustion had begun to catch up to you once you went into the barn to bring your horse out, but you had persevered to finish everything that needed to be done.

Rather than immediately knock out as you wanted, you sat at the table and counted your coins from your past few shifts.

“That’s a lot more than I ever made in two days,” your mother hummed, glancing over your shoulder as she made her way from the kitchen to set two plates filled with steaming food in front of you.

“It was a busy couple days,” you smile. If she notices how strained it is, your mother makes no comment, “I’ll have enough to buy enough medicine for the next few months.”

“I hope that means you’ll finally take some time off,” she huffed, “I’m beginning to forget I don’t live alone anymore.”

“Mr. Thistle banned me from going back to The Deep until next weekend,” you chuckle, feeling a small bit of tension release from your shoulders at how your mother’s face lit up at the mention of her old friend.

“Oh, how is Aedan?” She asked excitedly. She was the only person brave enough to cll Thistle by his first name, or at least the only one he allowed to live afterwards.

“You know, we’d all feel better if you moved into the inn,” you said, not looking up as you deposited your final coin into your purse, knowing your mother’s response before she even spoke.

“For the last time, I’m not leaving my home and neither you or Aedan are going to convince me any different,” she said, her voice rising until a coughing fit overtaking her.

You grimaced as you watched her body curl in on itself, her entire frame shaking with the coughs. Still, you made no move to help, knowing she would only wave you off.

You bit back everything you wished to say, fighting the urge to shake her and tell her the man who abandoned both of you was never coming back, that it was dangerous for her to stay here by herself.

“I’m going to bed,” you say instead, taking your half-eaten plate to the sink and dropping the rest into the scrap pile for the chickens.

As you lay in bed, you turn your head to look at the book your mother had been reading. It was a collection of fairytales, the same book she used to read to you to sleep as a young child. You had loved it back then, the stories of a wily pirate crew’s adventures in far off lands.

Once you grew older and could read the dedication on the blank space of the cover page, you’d refused to listen to the stories any longer, though your mother would still stay up late to read its pages alone.

It had been a gift from your father to you as a baby, before he stopped showing back up. He couldn’t resist the call of the sea, a pirate at heart, your mother had said, but he would return to the two of you one day. You scoffed.

Reaching over, you pull the book onto your lap, flipping the cover open in the lamplight. You stared down at the elegant ink script, the looping cursive rivaling that of even the senior scribes in your prior occupation but remaining as secretive as ever.

You once wondered what your father thought as he wrote the small paragraph, if he knew he would leave your mother at the same time he professed his love and hope for you. Now, you had too many other things to worry about to remain bitter over someone who may well have long since forgotten you.

You mind wanders for a moment, a purple face with lovestruck eyes crossing your consciousness for a moment you quickly stifle, an underdeveloped question cut short before it could fully form and haunt you. You place the book back to where your mother kept it, finally able to keep your eyes closed once your head hits your pillow.

Would he leave, too? And then, nothing.

part 2

#exophilia #reader insert #tiefling boyfriend #tiefling

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Taste Of Your Lips - 3.

Prince!Ransom x Reader AU

Part 3 of the Taste Of Your Lips series

Run-through: Your parents force you to attend a masquerade ball which is being held at the palace. Reluctantly, you do as they say. There, a masked stranger approaches you and asks if he could have a dance. You agree; unknown to the fact that that one dance would soon change your life.

Themes throughout the series: fluff, smut, angst

You realized that once you started ignoring all the rumors and gossips, you began seeing Ransom for who he truly is.

Sure, he was somewhat reckless but not in a bad way. He was shameless, but also kind. He was mischievous, but not as terrible as they say he is. He can be controlling and authoritative at times, but that was required of him; given his title.

You realized that people used his character traits and turned them into his flaws. When in reality, he was just as human as everyone else. He had his flaws, and his qualities. He wasn’t perfect, but he was trying to be as good as he can be.

And now that you two were officially engaged, his favorite thing was courting you. He would feel free to come over whenever he wanted, ask your father for permission to take you out for the day. Picnics, and strolls and horse riding; he liked spending time with you.

And each promenade would end with the two of you kissing and fondling and snuggling under the shades of the cherry blossoms in the castle grounds. You’d often watch the sunsets from there, and then Ransom would drop you home, say goodbye to your parents and he’d be off, promising to come by the next day.

You were undoubtedly falling for him.

Your wedding was two months away, but the preparation had already started. Ransom would fill you in on everything that was going on in the castle; telling you how every nook and corner was being cleaned and polished to welcome the new member of the royal family – you.

And your mother was busy with making your wedding dress. Ransom had insisted that it should have accents of peach and gold, and your mother agreed. However you weren’t allowed to look at your dress until the big day itself.

Within the first few weeks of him courting you, you had realized two things. Number one, Ransom was sometimes a big child who would purposely get on your nerves just to mess with you. He was playful, but too much sometimes. Number two, he began spending more time in your house than he did at the castle itself.

It got to a point where he began joining your family for breakfast and other meals. The first day it happened, you were mortified. Because you woke up feeling grumpy and in pain, so you just groggily walked down the stairs. Your plan was to get some food then get back in bed, because it was that time of the month again, so you didn’t bother getting ready for the day.

You walked into the kitchen in your oversized, floor length night gown. Your hair a complete mess, and your eyes widened in shock as you found Ransom, along with your mother, casually walking around in the kitchen. And he smirked when he caught you standing at the doorway looking like an adorable mess.

He greeted you with a signature, “Good morning, beautiful.” And a smirk.

Only you were too shocked and embarrassed to answer. By then your mother turned around and smiled at your appearance. “Go get dressed, sweetie. Ransom will be joining us for breakfast.” She announced and you groaned on your way out of the kitchen, without saying a word.

“And they say I’m rude!” you heard Ransom complaining while you walked back upstairs.

You had to shower and get ready for the day, because it wouldn’t be apt for you to roam around in your night gown in front of your fiancé. You groaned again as you struggled to fasten the buttons at the back of your dress.

And that was when Ransom decided to abruptly open the door to your bedroom and step in without even knocking. You almost shrieked when he did.

“Ransom!” you rapidly turned around, clutching the front of your dress in an attempt to shield your partial nudity.

But he just smiled and closed the door behind him. “It’s just me, my love.” he walked right past you and you were about to ask him why he was in your room but then you felt his fingertips along your back.

He was buttoning up your dress for you. He was so close that you could feel the warm puffs off his breath against the back of your neck while his fingers danced across your skin.

You could tell he was purposely taking his sweet time, making sure to trail his knuckles along your back each time. You had never thought that one day the Prince would be helping you get dressed, that too so sensually. You cursed your hormones as you shivered when he purposely trailed a finger down your spine.

He chuckled when he saw the goosebumps forming on your skin, under his touch. He did the last button and gave you a kiss on the shoulder, then proceeded to wrap his arms around you from behind, still nuzzling your neck.

“Why so grumpy today?” he asked, peppering kisses all over your neck.

You sighed, surprised at how much better you felt once you were in his arms. “Nothing.” You muttered, a little shy to tell him.

But he figured it out the second he saw you grimace in pain for a fleeting moment. “Are you… um, having lady problems?” he asked and you nodded slowly.

He walked around and gave you a proper hug.

And surprisingly, he was very well behaved for the next coming days. He was actually very caring and kind, didn’t pester you or annoy you for the rest of the week. And instead of strolls and horse riding, he suggested you two spend your time in the manor’s backyard, for your own comfort.

He made you laugh and giggle, a lot. He’d always hold your hand or place his hand protectively at the small of your back.

Spending time with him became the easiest thing in the world.

You realized one day, when the two of you were under the olive tree in your backyard that you were undeniably falling for him. Hard. You looked over at him while he was having a fit of laughter over something you said; his hand clutched his chest as he laughed, you noticed the crinkles by his eyes, and how he threw he head back, laughing so freely like a child.

You looked down at your lap and smiled to yourself. Who knew that in just a couple of months of knowing him, he’d steal your heart so easily?

Once you learnt his weaknesses, playfully messing with Ransom became your favorite thing. It was so easy to trigger him, and make him blush, or get him all hot and bothered.

A simple, unexpected kiss on the neck could make his ears all hot and visibly red. And you would giggle each time that happened. He would just roll his eyes at you.

Or you started noticing how he’d moan into your mouth each time you tugged on his hair when kissing him. Or how this one time he stared at you in disbelief, yet hunger in his eyes when you licked pie filling off his finger this one time.

Lips wrapped around his finger, your tongue gently licking the sweetness off his finger while you occasionally, very gently, grazed his skin with your teeth. Ransom was pleasantly surprised, but also very bothered because no matter how much he wanted to touch you and make you his, he knew he had to wait.

But for you it was very entertaining, watching a man of his caliber just melting at your touch.

Over the span of some weeks, you learnt a lot about Ransom. He would tell you about how life inside the castle is; hectic sometimes, but mostly lonely.

“It’s a good thing I’ll have you with me all the time in just some more weeks. I won’t be lonely anymore.” He pointed out, smiling and reminding you for the thousandth time that your wedding was only weeks away.

There was so much good in him that people didn’t talk about. Like how he himself trained all the knights and the soldiers of the army. How he always asked the ladies in the kitchen to give all the extra food to the homeless. Or how he would pay healers to go help those who were sick but unable to afford treatment. Or how he would personally patrol with the knights each night, making sure the kingdom was safe.

He was trying his hardest to be a better man, sure he had a lot more to learn but he was trying.

Among all the things the Prince was, he was also a jealous lover.

You would notice things here and there. Like how he would immediately put his hand around you whenever he saw another man looking at you for too long. Or how he’d always kiss your cheek whenever you passed by a group of men, reminding you and showing them that you were his.

He would never say anything though, he would always just frown or glare at any men who dared look at you. But this one time he couldn’t hold it in.

He insisted on accompanying you to the bakery one evening. And upon seeing you and the shop owner joke and laugh, harmless jealousy burned inside him. While you two were on your way back to your house, you noticed he was strangely quiet.

You hooked your arm to his, your basket in the other. “What is it?” you asked, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Nothing.” He muttered, bitterly.

You decided to drop it for the time being, because he always voiced out his troubles sooner or later, no matter how minor and dramatic they were.

You two reached home, and your parents were away at the castle – the King had demanded their presence to discuss some things regarding the wedding, so it was just you and Ransom at the house. Although it seemed like it was just you because Ransom didn’t say a word. Usually he was a lot more chatty and very inappropriate when your parents weren’t home.

But right now he just leaned against the kitchen table while you chopped some veggies to start on dinner while waiting for your parents.

“Are you staying for dinner tonight?” you asked, while you had your back to him.

He kept frowning like a child and didn’t answer.

“Ransom?” you called out, finally turning around to find him leaning against the table with his arms crossed over his chest and glaring at the ground like it were an enemy. “Ransom?” you called out again, and caught his attention this time.

He looked up at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “You and that baker boy seemed friendly.” He said, out of nowhere.

You frowned at him at first. Then laughed. “You can’t be serious, Ransom.” You figured he was jealous. “I’ve known him since we were kids, we went to school together. He’s a good friend.” You explained.

He scoffed and made a pouty face almost. Spoilt Prince Ransom surfaced, the one who didn’t like sharing anything. Definitely not his woman.

“I don’t care who he is, you’re mine.” he stated. You rolled your eyes at him and went on over to the cupboards to find what you were looking for.

“I’m not yours.” You said playfully, and he frowned. You turned back around to look at him, clearly he didn’t like what you just said. “Not yet. The wedding is still weeks away.” You smirked as you saw him walking away from the table and advancing towards you.

He stood right in front of you; trapping you between his body and the wall behind you. He placed his hands on either side of you, closing the gap between your bodies. Your breathing quickened. Your heartbeats raced, as you looked down to see that your bodies were pressed against one another.

“What did you just say?” he asked, playfully yet sternly. His voice sent a tingle down your spine. You still faced him with a smirk even though part of you was nervous and waited in anticipation as to what his next move would be. You bit your lower lip and his eyes flickered down to your mouth for a moment.

Ransom reached out to gently tug on your lower lip, causing you to release it. Then he leaned in to bite it himself, not fully kissing you but just taking your lip between his teeth and tugging on it. Your brain got foggy and all you could focus on was his mouth on yours and the growing bulge in his pants which pressed up against your front.

He pulled away and stared down at you, and your lips parted as you felt lightheaded from his touch. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against the side of your mouth. “So silly of you to think that you weren’t mine since the very moment I laid eyes on you.” he whispered, making you shiver; both at his words and his touch.

Soon, you felt a pair his lips on yours again. Soft, yet demanding; his kiss was passionate. His hand moved to your neck; gently holding you in place as the other one wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue past your lips; earning a sensual sigh out of you.

His hand dropped down from your waist and he began bunching up your dress, enough to slip his hand under it. You felt his hand caress your inner thigh, stroking the skin gently; leaving a trail of goose bumps along your skin.

His mouth moved to your neck while his hand simultaneously moved towards your dripping heat. You let out a giggle as he found your sweet spot; beneath your jaw. He smirked against your skin as he bit it, kissed it and licked over all the sensitive marks he left behind on your skin.

His fingers found the way to your core and soon, he effortlessly pushed aside your underwear and toyed with your damp folds and eventually pushed his two fingers deep inside of you. You let out a whimper against his cheek right as he did so, biting down on your lip to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly.

His fingers moved perfectly inside you, curling slightly with each thrust. You moaned out loud as he placed his mouth back on yours and tugged on your bottom lip; leaving behind a loving bruise. Ransom gently stroked your walls, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit and you tried your hardest not to moan.

By now, you lost all ability to think straight and the only thing which made sense was that his fingers were bringing you closer and closer to your much needed release. You mindlessly bucked your hips into his hand, and he chuckled.

Ransom sped up, making you whine louder and louder. “Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered in your ear, pumping his fingers in and out of you rapidly. But you were in no shape to form any coherent words so you just moaned louder and held onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

Seeing you weren’t replying, Ransom slowed down his pace, threatening to stop if you don’t do as he says. His grip around your throat tightened just a little as he pulled away to look you in the eyes. His ocean blue eyes were mischievous and playful, but strict.

“Come on, tell me you’re mine.” he said, in a shamelessly arrogant tone. And he slipped his fingers in and out of you so slowly that it was almost agonizing.

I’m yours…I’m yours…yours…

You whimpered, pathetically, as he sped up into you again. He chuckled at your words. “That’s right.” he murmured against your mouth. “All mine.” the sounds you made were making his pants feel tighter, and tighter.

With a couple more sinful strokes of his fingers, you came. Hard, and moaning wantonly. You threw your head back as the waves of pleasure washed over you again and again. And with a few more strokes, Ransom finally slipped his fingers out of you.

And without missing a beat, he brought his wet fingers to his mouth; wrapped his tongue around them as he sucked whatever you gave him off his own fingers. The sight was so intimate and so obscene that it almost made you come again, right there in front of him. He hummed in appreciation and released his fingers with a pop.

Heat rushed to your face as he leaned down to kiss you again. You whimpered as he pulled away and smirked. “Now tell me,” he spoke in a low, deep voice against the side of your mouth, “Who do you belong to?” he asked, making sure that you understood.

“You.”

Pleased with the answer, he placed his mouth on yours again; giving you a sweet kiss. You giggled through the kiss at how audacious the two of you were being. Ransom wrapped his arms around you and pressed your body against his.

“I can’t for you to finally be my wife.” He whispered against your lips.

You smiled and pecked his lips.

“I can’t wait either.” You answered; realizing that loving this mischievous, playful, somewhat pompous Prince was the easiest thing in the world for you.

Everything was going smoothly. Your wedding was just a couple of weeks away. Yours and Ransom’s relationship was blooming more and more each day, and neither of you could wait to finally belong to one another for the rest of your lives. But then again, even in paradise there is always room for trouble...

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Island Escapade [Ex-con! 2p! America x reader x Denmark] 08

Island Escapade - 08 - Animals Content warning: NSFW. Proceed with caution. Wordcount: 2, 876 The reader is referred to as she/her.

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies But we get along when I'm inside you You're like a drug that's killing me I cut you out entirely But I get so high when I'm inside you

The fear of missing out. Everyone had it in some shape or form. It just so happened to be worse for a select few, and Mathias was one of them. He was always sensitive to notions of being unwanted. And you used to think being loud was just one of the facets of his big personality.

For two nights, he slept by his lonesome in your room. It shouldn't have impacted him so much when he was usually in bed hours before anyone else. But it did. This was one of those moments of self-awareness as he dozed off to the hushed murmurs of your voice, your laughs, then Allen's. Whatever you were talking about, it sounded fun.

As his eyelids grew heavier, he fell deeper into a restless sleep with a troubled frown.

When his consciousness returned, he was anything but awake.

He was lying in bed, just not alone. His heart wasn't by any means calm, either. Instead, it was throbbing, aching even, and he soon learned why. Whoever it was there with him was sitting on his dick, having sheathed it deep in their walls. They were rolling their hips on it like a rocking horse. And it felt so good, he had to roll his head back to breathe out a few moans.

"Yeah... Just like that..." He huffed out, his airy voice soon drowned out by fervent panting. "Hah... Hah..." Forcing his half-lidded gaze to his partner, a psychedelic high washed over him when he saw who it was. You were on top of him, riding him like a bull.

Naked and drenched in sweat, he’d watch beads of it roll down between your breasts. Then, the place where his body connected to yours—a sight so lewd and erotic, he found himself completely seduced. Sliding his hands to your thighs, he grabbed at them for a good fondle. There, he relished in the softness of your flesh as it sunk between his fingers.

"Don’t just... Sit there and watch..." He heard you breathe. Lifting his glazed-over eyes to your face, flushed red and contorted with frustration, he felt his cock twitch inside your tight walls. Fuck, it was always so hot seeing you pissed at him. "If you don’t get me to finish, I’m never doing this with you again..." You glared, much to his excitement.

Mathias didn’t hesitate to sit up at that, pushing you down in the process. He’d be damned if this was the last time. Before you could object, he had his hands on you again, holding your thighs down so he could thrust himself deeper inside you than ever before. "Agh, fuck..." He hissed, feeling you clamp tighter on his dick. But the sensation was barely a deterrent from fucking you into the mattress.

A sharp pain erupted in your core—"Mat, what the hell?!"—but it melted away as he continued moving. Using your moans as a guide, he adjusted his technique to go as hard as he could without it hurting. Soon, sex with him became borderline painful, but it hurt so good.

Digging his hands into your hair, he rolled his pelvis against yours and made love to you missionary-style.

As he pushed you closer to your climax, slowly and steadily, he sped up to start pounding you. Occasionally slowing down to grind his dick against your walls, he tried his damndest to stimulate your clit from the inside. That was when he knew he had you. Your walls were fully lubricated and finally sucking him in, accepting him.

Now that you completely gave in to him, he knew you’d reciprocate when he kissed you slowly.

As he pulled away for air, thin strands of saliva would drape and break between your lips—much like your resolve to push him away. He had you in the palm of his hand, wanting him again. Only an hour ago were you fighting with the man, but here you were, letting him do away with you as he pleased.

So when he pushed you to your zenith, helping you ride out waves of your hot orgasm, you uttered this shakily. He needed to have a piece of your mind, as shattered as he left it after a round of make-up sex. While your legs trembled away, this was what he heard with his manhood buried halfway up your stomach. "Fuck you, Mat... Fuck... You..."

Mathias had never been so turned on in his life.

Resuming his strong thrusts at a furious pace, he panted like a dog until he felt his own release. Something about being cussed out riled him up so bad, just like all those other times you argued with him. Because even after the storm, you would run right back. It was his way of proving you still loved him. It wasn’t healthy, but he craved it like a drug.

With one final slam, he came hard, filling you to the brim with his warm and frothy cum.

Your lust, anger, he couldn’t differentiate between the two anymore.

His eyes shot open. His chest was still pounding like a drum, but it became clear he wasn’t living it down. As he sat up to send beads of sweat rolling down his face, his hard-on practically bounced out of his boxers. "..." Mathias reddened. What the heck?

He couldn’t believe himself. He nearly had a wet dream. Sliding off your bed, he scrambled to the bathroom. Sleeping in your room definitely had something to do with it. But so did your growing friendship with Allen. This became jarringly obvious when he froze at the sound of your voice.

"Was that Mat?"

One wouldn’t have imagined how profound an impact those three words had on him. He lit up, ecstatic over the thought you were thinking of him.

"Who cares? Just go back to sleep."

Mathias clenched his hands into fists. If this was what he’d be hearing after getting up, he would’ve stayed in bed. That way, he could drift away into an eternal sleep, dreaming of how things used to be.

You slapped Allen on the shoulder. "Sleep? It’s nearly twelve, you big oaf! C’mon, get up—"

Grabbing a hold of his bicep, you were immediately shocked at how hard it was. "Geez, Al. Are you on steroids?" His eyes were closed as he rested his head on a pillow, but he opened them to glower at you, much to your amusement. "How can someone so lazy have such firm muscles?" You laughed.

"Say that again, I dare you." He squinted.

"Are you on steroids?"

Allen chuckled lowly, feeling a brief spell of irritation come. The morning exhaustion was wearing off. "Again. I wanna feel awake for this, so do your worse."

You rested against the hands behind your back. "Bum. Bumass." A satisfied smile plastered across your face as he sat up, provoked. What you said next, however, took the cake. "Good for nothing playboy. Womanizing bum! You know what’ll get panties dropping? Getting up before noon."

"Okay, I get it!" Hopping off the bed with a growl, he spun to you and didn’t hesitate to hoist you up.

You sucked in a gasp. "Wha-"

Then, he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He even made it look easy. "How’s this for lazy, huh? Can someone on steroids do this?" He opened the door and walked out into the hall.

As you swayed against his back upside down, you couldn’t stop cackling like an idiot. "Maybe you could tell me, I haven’t tried them before!" Allen gave your thigh a squeeze to show his annoyance.

You were having way too much fun with this.

"Hey!" He threw you down on the couch in a thump. As his chest rose up and down to his heavy huffs, you were just as breathless. Even then, you managed a few more laughs, having found yourself thoroughly smitten with him. "Again?" You gleamed, reaching out to hold his forearms.

What you shared with Allen was reminiscent of what you once had with Mathias. But even better.

Allen caught a brief glimpse of your hands on him. How could you keep pulling him in so effortlessly? Everything you said, everything you did. A smile like that was enough to get him to derail his train of thought. "... Maybe later, bub. I'm starving." He grinned, pulling you up much to your delight.

Something about being with him was incredibly freeing—it was nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And for that, he was irresistible.

"Okay, bub. We’ll get to eat faster if you help me." Wrapping an arm around his hip, you hugged him from the side. "You do the tofu."

He followed suit and pulled you in by your waist.

"You got it, capitan." Allen hummed, giving it a playful squeeze. For a second, he expected a yelp or a jump. Maybe a push. But it never came. You let him do it.

The feeling of his large, calloused hand on your waist was something you could get used to. The high was still there, and it wasn’t going anywhere soon. So when you both settled in the kitchen, you shot him a bright smile. He had been rummaging through your fridge when he caught it. You weren’t planning on letting him breathe, huh? "Alright, you idiot. ‘Nuf of the smiles. I’m getting grumpy."

He held out a potato. "Now, how ‘bout some of that famous gnocchi of yours?"

You crinkled your nose. "With tofu?"

"I dunno, I’m trying to improvise."

The bathroom door unlocked. Out walked Mathias looking like hell. Before Allen got a response from you, your attention was stolen away by the newcomer who just walked in. His hair didn’t resemble the top of a pineapple like usual, flattened by sweat. And his face was concerningly red.

"Hey."

No good morning. It was just ‘hey’. Immediately, you knew something was wrong with him. Appearing in front of the man, you cast a worried gaze over his pink complexion. Without touching it, you could predict the burn of his skin against yours. When you finally clamped a hand over his forehead, you could confirm your suspicions—

"You’re burning up."

Allen had never seen you so stressed. Once you got Mathias in bed, you raged in the kitchen. He had no idea what came over you, but you were whipping up that chicken noodle soup like your life depended on it. In the end, the potato was used for stock. But he wasn’t complaining when it tasted good.

The sun was melting into the waterline, setting the sea on fire in a mosaic of bright red and orange. Another tiring day of work had passed, but it was barely doable without Mathias to share the load.

As you sat by the beach to watch the waves lap the shore, your head found its way onto Allen’s shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked.

You closed your eyes and smiled. But your expression was nothing like the one you made in the morning. "Yeah. Just tired. You must be too."

He ruffled your hair. Maybe, but he meant another kind of exhaustion. One he couldn’t relate to, and yet, he discovered since day one. "That was some brunch. It looked like you were on Masterchef."

"You watch Masterchef?"

"No. Just the concept."

You leaned into him so your side could press flush against his. It wasn’t a mystery why you were fussing over such a simple task. You just didn’t want to admit it—that you were rushing to get out of the house. If you did, then you would acknowledge your biggest fear. "It's probably because he spent a night in a T-shirt and shorts."

Your lips pursed as you continued, unimpressed. "In a cargo hold. On a plane to New York."

The other clicked their tongue. "Go figure."

"Anyway." Turning to him, you pat his shoulder. Your mood never made a faster change for the better. "I'm glad I started talking to you again."

If you were honest, it was a gross understatement. Reconnecting with him turned out to be the best decision of your life, and worth every risk.

Allen hummed thoughtfully. "Me too. It’s lonely on this island, ya know? I didn’t have any friends."

He felt you pull away, but he wasn’t alarmed when you held out a hand for him.

"Let’s go home."

Taking your hand without a moment’s hesitation, you both stood up slowly over the sand. Much to his surprise, you hugged him. Tightly. But he didn’t make any comments as he returned the embrace. You were holding onto him like a lifeboat, and it became all the more obvious with what you uttered next. "Wanna play on the switch when we get back?"

Allen wondered if Mathias used to play video games.

"... I don’t know how to play."

What he meant to say was he didn’t play video games at all. But like he’d say that to you. Now or ever. You needed a friend more than anything.

And he’d do anything to be yours.

"Then I’ll teach you. One game a night."

He smiled. "Sounds great."

You told him to wait in the living room. And he did, having taken a seat on the couch with your switch. The left controller had stickers of cherries. And the right had... A lego head. "Hm."

After finishing dinner, you appeared in your bedroom with a glass of water, some medicine, and left-over soup from noon. The lights were off, shrouding everything in darkness. But that didn’t stop your muscle memory from getting you to where you needed to be. The outline of his body under the blanket remained still, indicating his slumber. It almost hurt to nudge him awake.

"... Mm?" The blankets rustled as he rolled over to face you. "(F/N)?"

You managed a small smile and flicked on the lights by the bedside table. "That’s right. I brought dinner."

Mathias sat up with a hard squint. On his lap was a tray, and on that was a bowl of warm goodness. There it was, the dopey grin he always made before eating, but it was a little more subtle than usual. You had to wonder if it was because of fatigue.

A part of you knew it wasn’t.

Lifting his drooping, blood-shot eyes to you, he murmured this. "Thanks for looking after me."

A pang of sadness hit you. That, along with this singular thought: I’ll always look after you. Before he could catch the change in your expression, you turned away to let your back face him.

Why was he always so good at getting you so weak?

"Just eat. I need to finish up with the washing."

He answered by slurping up his soup. Quietly. He took his time with this one. All twenty minutes of it. You never brushed him either, and just sat there in silence. If anything, it spoke volumes.

When he was done, you watched him swallow his pill with some water. "Get some rest. Don’t worry about work, okay? Allen’s come a long way." You managed another smile at that, but it faded as you stood up. His expectant gaze was following your every move, all until you became a silhouette in the doorway.

Mathias’s heart sped up in anticipation. He had to say this before you left. Ever since you walked in to feed him, then nurse him, he’d been mulling over it. So when you were in the middle of closing the door, he piped up. "Wait."

You paused. "What?"

He leaned forward.

"I love you."

It was nothing but a faint murmur, and yet, those three words were more than enough to set you back a year. Back when you were still with him—when he was all you cared about. You could feel it. All your efforts to push him away were slowly undoing themselves. Didn’t he know what he was doing? As your chest tightened with a harrowing kind of longing, you forced yourself to the kitchen. Allen looked up.

You walked right back to your bedroom after setting the dishes down. What were you doing?

Without turning the lights on, you hugged him from the bedside. His body was so hot, your worry for the man skyrocketed again. So you squeezed him tight. Mathias returned the embrace, scrunching up the fabric of your shirt in the process. There was nothing worse than being left in the dark after telling someone, I love you. For a second, he thought it happened to him. But even you couldn’t be so cruel.

"I know." That was all you whispered, but he couldn’t be disappointed.

When you pulled away, you felt strong resistance from his arms. Unfortunately, resistance on your part was long forgotten. It was completely sapped away, translated into a movement against your own will. Leaning into his face, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It lasted only a few seconds, but Mathias couldn’t ask for more.

The joy, the pain, it was all too real.

You left afterward and pulled Allen back to his room.

It wasn’t fair, what you were doing to him. Slowly, but surely, Allen was becoming the only thing keeping you from Mathias.

Yeah you can start over you can run free You can find other fish in the sea You can pretend it's meant to be But you can't stay away from me

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Chaotic Commentary: We Have Always Lived In The Castle

Welcome to my thought process when I watch movies!

The arrival of a cousin with ulterior motives threatens the claustrophobic and isolated world of two sisters and their uncle. (Oooof, bitch. I already know Sebastian is gonna look damn fine in this movie.)

Watched: April 22nd, 2021

Opening

Alrighty, right off the bat, the opening music giving me very much throwing it back at summer solstice 1531. Might fuck around and show some ankle, who knows

Um miss girl, first off all, i know damn well you aren't wearing a stark white shirt and capris shorts after labour day. And secondly, you gotta work on your self care babygirl, you are looking rough

Okay, so noted; there is clearly something off about this girl because i know when i personally rummage through family keepsakes, i don't have a hannibal look on my face

I don't know if you guys know this but your house...it needs a little 5 minute crafts, diy, extreme makeover: home edition treatment

Ohhhh baddie alert, baddie alert, baddie alert. That chick’s silhouette already got me acting up. Yes sink low to the ground girl, drop it down for me

Short monologue before being cut in half by that creepy ass stare, gotcha. I literally needed more nightmare fuel, thanks bestie

‘A change is coming, and nobody knows it’ how much more change can you get, your house is literally in shambles girl one battle at a time

First Act

Ah, here we are, title screen. Very cottagecore.

Timeskip: What did happen last tuesday, I must know...the suspense is suffocating

I’m not one to judge, but that record doesn’t sound like a life-coaching audio.

Oh heyyy there's a kitty!

Yes hun, that is a working tap, your telekinesis is redundant. Eleven from stranger things eat your heart out.

Alexandra! Babyyy Daddario! Step on my face or domesticate me into a housewife, i beg of you. The uncle tho, he isn't it.

Chill out Mary, you’re just running errands. Why is she walking in a slow-mo naruto run like that. She is giving me a schizophrenic Napoleon Dynamite vibes.

Wait...is her name Meerkat?

Oh, its Merricat...nah i like mine better lmaooo.

Her inner monologue is making cackle because it sounds like a Gabbie Hanna original piece 💀

Okay what i got from the coffee shop scene was Stella is also a grade A baddie, I want to commit double homicide on those two douches, and i want to invite miss meerkat to my lunch table because awwww. She's just different leave her alone.

Wow, the village folk really know how to talk shit huh? Well, I can eat rats like all of them for every meal of the day, plus snackie snacks. Go fuck yourselves, thoroughly.

God that family needs to smoke some weed or something. Why do I feel like the sisters are about to kiss...and the uncle sounds like he means risky business. Very bad vibes here, back to you in the studio.

Ooooh, miss daddy really knows how to roll her tongue huh? Again, very much cottagecore ‘history says they were just really good friends’ aesthetic. And so many bops in this movie, kinda feel the need to throw it back or do the renegade.

Why do I feel like this next scene is just a posh episode of gossip gorl. Sipping tea and spewing nonsense. Rum cake? No thanks, babygirl. Oh but here comes uncle wanky, whisking away Lucille with his talk of arsenic.

Yes. Speak 8 course meal to me daddy...fuck, now I’m hungry. Okay the uncle isn’t so bad I guess, very poetic and philosophical. Yes, very nice. Sucks that he was roofied and turned to a professor X cosplay for solace, though.

Timeskip: Last Thursday huh? We are in for a rollercoaster folks.

*she glares in rhubarb pie and possibly shelved jam*

OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING, I SAW THE SIDE/BACK OF HIS HEAD AND MY HEART STOPPED. He has a very nice shaped head, yes, pleasing to the eye.

Hi sirrrr, I have a pocket full of horses, trojan and some of them used. Pls let me ride you in the little red corvette. Pick me, Charles, choose me, love me.

Real talk, I feel so bad for Mary Katherine (I literally almost typed Gallagher at the end lmaooo thanks molly shannon) she is obviously struggling with something and Constance looks like she is very traumatized.

But I still think there’s something not right about Mary. Miss girl no one walks like that (thats a lie, it would probably be me after a night with Bucky barnes) and I love me a little witchy goodness. But not enough to start locking up my bedroom like it’s Area 51 and having secret rituals at my super exclusive, diy bohemian temple in the middle of the woods.

OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THE FEELING I JUST FELT IN THIS ROOM ON THIS VERY DAY IN APRIL, MAMA FUCKING MIA

when he stood up—bitch I’m gone, I’m his whore now. Sorry, I am owned by this man. Bye I was literally launched off earth for a moment there, kinda chillin’ in dead space, standby.

Okay I took a break for a moment. I’m cool, I’m collected, play button is a go. NOPE, GIRL MY MOUTH IS FOREVER OPEN, AND I DUNNO IF I WAS MY BODY TELLING ME TO KNEEL IN FRONT OF HIM OR WHAT—SOMEONE HOLD ME

Current state: I am hugging my knees and wasting away under my blankets. I paused and played and paused and played because I cant go more than 2 seconds of looking at him.

Okay, I’m all good.

All I keep saying is no...no ...NO, louder and louder every time he opens his mouth, ‘got a hug for your cousin?’ um not a cousin but yes, right bitch for that job present for attendance. Here ✋🏻

Girl I’d run like the wind, too, this kitty isn’t gonna dry itself, nyuuuooom, double time! Fall in, Rogers. Gotta keep up. 🏃🏻‍♀️

Timeskip: Last Friday night, yeah we dance on table tops and we took too many shots, I think I gave Charles a blo-oh-job, whoops—

Ah, see I knew there was something fruity about Charles, hopefully he kisses a boy in this. Would love to see that.

Uh oh, the way he just pops that fruit into his mouth...I fine, I’m totally fine. Mentally I am... the way he chews if making my oral fixation quake

‘now that’s a handsome cat’ sir if you don’t—he wonders why he is such a fucking meme, this is why Sebastian.

‘Jonassss’ which one of the brothers, tho?

Ah yes, the best of friends; Meerkat, Frankie Jonas and a middle-aged Carter Baizen. Ugh mega sad that this is the closest I will get to see Charles pet a puthycat though.

Why don’t you slap my ass like a flapjack pancake, Charles. You won’t.

OMG so quirky 🤪when you steal his shirts 🥺🤪🥰

Who the is venice, Charles? Who, who, what are you, a fucking owl? WHO’S VENICE AND WHY IS SHE YOUR FAVOURITE?! sorry i had to get that out of my system, iconic cinema shall not be overlooked.

all this commentary is fresh from my chicken breast brain by the way

All i heard out of that little inspirational, facebook-esque speech at the dinner table was was shoes. Also peep Frédéric Chopin banging in the background noise, a little Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 to keep party goin’

Charles...that is your cousin.

It isn't a PHASE, Charles. Let him be emo over his dead brother and great tragedy of losing his legs then gaining the likeness of sir patrick stewart. Therefore, he will not forget.

Oh...i’ll sit down i guess.

I COULD LITERALLY—...I could literally watch him eat for the rest of my life pls sir have murthy

Grocery boy...hmmm reminds me of a yee ole jingle i heard in my youth. What can i say, I’m a connoisseur of the classics my friends.

Sidenote: I’m getting vietnam flashbacks to singing ‘carol of the bells’ at the elementary christmas concert. I am overstimulated. And not in a good way.

Charles...do not add that newspaper clipping of your cousin to your personal spank bank, pls.

Timeskip: Last weekend, alright. What did we do; brewski’s with the boys? Hockey night in canada? one legged race? I’m dying to know...

Very nice form charles, you’ve almost dug right through the wood. A real mans-man here if we are being honest. I’ve never in whole life seen a construction crew do better than Charles Blackwood.

I could watch him do this all day.

Pearl necklace huh? Me too, girl.

‘I’m beginning to think, that my spells no longer work’ 8-year-old me, sitting in a bath full of salt and a charm bracelet of rock candy dissolving in the water after my fifth attempt to transform into a mermaid

Aw, but i would sit out there and eat a sandwich with Meerkat. Hell yeah, we can go halfsies on a BLT no problem 😢

oh...

oh no...Charles.

Here is my first sexual grievance, the way he carried that sack over his shoulder, mmm yes i have been fed most wonderful nutrients. BUT NEXT?! THE TWO FINGERS LINE AND THE FUCKING MOTION HE DID AND SAYING SHE WASN’T GOING DEEP ENOUGH PLS

what is with this man and gold...alright debutante Lance Tucker simmer down.

And the ‘hot’ thing, ‘needing a bath’? miss daddy is working it in for her cousin real hard, sweet home alabama all summer long

HEY LET'S ALL GO SWIMMING IN MY POOOL, AND BY POOL I MEAN BATHTUB, AND BY SWIMMING I MEAN SEXXXX--

Oh, so there’s this ominous whistling, nice, a blade kink, cool, and Charles serving body audi audi audi audi all the damn day. Hi sirrrrr. God i just love his chest, man. Its just so buff. He looks this good for what? And in front of his cousin...ew? um child, anyways so

the way my stomach clenched in the most uncomfortable way just shows that my body doesn't care about my comfort when it comes to thirsting and simping. He didnt have to look at her like that or fucking back her out

oh to be a chair...

esteemed audience member sac is a little tired of hearing cousin charles and cousin mary call each other cousin charles and cousin mary

Charles, eat your fruit and shut the fuck up. But also, hi sirrr.

I see you, Constance, I see you...tig ol’ bitties 👀

Timeskip: It’s Monday without the benefit of a sebastian stan, full frontal nude scene...smh

baby, just give up on the step and go fondle some plants please, i’m begging, stop at once. or, i spoke too soon?

If i have to hear sebastian say constance one more time i am going suck down all the arsenic i can find...he just says it so weird lmaoooo i hate it

Climax (make it happen, Charles 🙄)

Aw i love fruity, coffee shop, car men AU’s

that shot of him looking over his shoulder single handedly sent to into a spiral...what the fuck are you doing to me, Charles.

uh oh...one of the car men is madddd

OH OKAY WELL, WELL, FUCK ME, WELL

why dont you just come up behind her and literally growl in her ear what the fuck, Charles. I swear sebastian plays his characters just to make women go feral sometimes.

Sir! Sir! This IS A WENDY’S, SIR, THAT’S YOUR COUSIN--

NOT THE MILK CARTON

PLEASE I’M LITERALLY KILLING MYSELF LAUGHING, WHY IS HE DRINKING IT LIKE THATTTTT

that little ‘aahh’ at the end when he drank it all got me, oh my fucking jesus. Hold on i need a minute, my stomach hurts from laughing my guts out.

Oooof but the eye-contact and the expressions are computing mega well to my chicken breast brain so fanfics will be written and sin will be committed so help me lord jesus on the cross almighty, amen (sorry i’m ex-catholic, its just my go-to)

pfffft that is so iconic, Mary is literally gathering sticks in the pitch black woods while Charles basically puts down his own wood for her sister to pick up on fjgrebgnuierijiojfd, i’m dying

why does he have to pull that poetic, sensitive stud act...just give us the goods charles, slap someone i’m begging you

This is like star wars all over again, they served head-on into on-coming incest traffic

*holds up finger guns* sir, ma’am i’m gonna need you to put your hands behind your heads and get down on your knees exactly 8.92 feet apart, this is a citizen’s arrest

but, i too would like to slow dance and make plans with him. Maybe we’ll go deep in the garden with two fingers on top of the rhubarb, maybe we will commit arson, who knows...

Meerkat continues to be my every mood, she really said:

Timeskip: Oh shit, its tuesday ya’ll, grab your party hats it’s about to get funky

Charles, if you don’t shut the fuck up and stop yelling out her name i will suffocate you between my thighs, electrocute your arm until it falls limp and shoot you with a grenade launcher, don’t make me do it

And yes, am i currently squirming in my seat because of the way he is smoking the pipe and hollowing his cheeks, what about it?

Second Act

Yes baby girl! you trash that room like ozzy osbourne and tommy lee did to that motel on tour in 1982. Go, Meerkat, go!

Charles holding those sticks in both hands is the equivalent to a 1-year-old holding those little cocktail weenies, it has the same energy and i’m dying over it

Try to tell me it's not the same picture:

You can't.

Oh shit, its getting heated now. Mary’s in trouble.

Everything isn’t making sense at the same time its all coming together, i am confused, frightened, a little bit horny, but mostly just entirly overwhelmed. Mom...can you come pick me up, i’m scared.

Oh my god! knew it! i knew i knew the actor that plays the uncle, he's the creepy thin man from charlie's angels! Wowza, what a world.

Oh no...i’m flashing back to vietnam again, the fucking bells dude i’m tellin’ ya. There is so much going on, i feel everything but nothing at the same time, help...

NOOOO HER ARTSY BOHEMIAN WITCH COTTAGECORE JARS! THE OUTRAGE! SHE CANT CAST SPELLS ANYMORE, HER POWERS ARE LOST!

a CURSH! NOT A CURSH!

What in the criss angel mindfreak is going on in here on this day? Who are they? And why is the broad such a bitch...oh is she the mom? My bad. Pops seems nice though. Yes, indeed.

Awh, hiii frankie jonasss. 🥰

Oh here we go with the eating again. If i have to see him flex his jaw one more time i’m gonna go feral. And on the usual, loud and obnoxious noises like the ones he is making when he takes a bite, or chew or swallow food/a drink like the who fucking milk debacle. But he just makes it okay? Maybe its just my eating disorder bias coming into play but how can someone be sexy while eating, or smug? Like huh???

‘Why dont you like me?’ WHY DO YOU CARE CHARLES, GODDAMN IT

Is he playing the sad boi card reallyyy? You want someone to say thank you? Put yourself to good use then. I can think of a lot of ways you can use that mouth better than going on these strange mini-monolgues like some tortured writer with a kink for control...and breatheee

And she’s back with the Eleven telekinesis, sweet kat that is a meer you have running water! Pfft she is actually dressed like eleven too, like what. Oh wait did i just uncover the plot?

Breaking News: Eleven holds a whole town hostage.

Jesus with Charles eating, Mary getting the sudden urge commit arson, miss daddy looking so fucking fine that i would literally throw myself in front of a bus just to get her attention, and uncle X with his weird theatre act: my blood pressure must be through the roof

Wow hes got a temper, but poor connie, shes a hot mess lmaooo

Oh god...oh god okay this is happening, oh wow, you didn't even get through dinner first charles jesus. Listen, i never give choking up on the first date but if i had the chance...i don't want any sausages other than his, i said what i said

and it keeps going?? ummmmmm i ummmmmm, i don’t have words. I was not warned of this savagery and i don’t know if i’m going to be able to write for anyone other than Charles for a whillllleeee, hun, apologies

Good to know he also uses his super soldier senses in another universe to sense a fire deep in his loins like the dramatic king he is

Now he is driving away and laying on the horn, nice

Oh ho ho, yessssss my coffee shop baddie, my black coffee queeeeeennn Stelllaaaaa. She said, Superhero mode real quick.

ummmm uncle x with the sick mustache...thats certain death? I mean if you are into that sort of thing, have at it.

Okay still driving, people are crying over the bed burning into dust, the heavily disable man is still smoking the good stuff...got it.

Big red truck go Honk, Honk.

Oh here come all the old, white men. Lovely.

‘oh-hooo yeah, thats a fireeeee’ as far as old white men go, that was pretty fucking funny to me

Yeah its gonna be in the arms of the angels real soon if you girls dont get the fuck out????

‘We’re firemen’ and i’m a homo, you want a gingerbread cookie or something? put out the damn fire PLEASE 💀

Ummm you’re too late, i was already wet before you got that camera spray shot, dawg, oh but that poor camera guy lol

AND WEI’RE GOONA LETIT BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN, everybody its a singalong

hi, yeah...fuck off, jim

NO YOU DUMB ASSHOLES YOU KNOCKED OVER STELLA MY COFFEE MAMA

charles, you greedy bastard i dont know if should be ashamed when i say that i would still let him top me quite violently even still

Wow this rave got out of hand really fast, i blame marilyn manson

another day, another professor X 😪🔫💀☠️🔥🔪 𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡

i swear to go if anything happens to either my coffee mama or baby miss daddy i will reign hellfire.

Oh so it takes a gunshot for Charles to do a 360 running man but not a jay gatsby meets canadian, hockey riot, emo rave. Gotcha. Hes a man with a code.

That’s what you get for hoeing after your cousin, constance. This is all your fault!

Ending

Timeskip: Ooohhh, yesturrrrdayyyy all my troubles seems so far away--

hunny that ain’t the moon, thats your super secret boho alter

Noooo the kitchennnn, that was my favourite room, other than the bathroom for obvious reasons, I hope the milk cartons are okay...👀

I guess meerkat isn't getting her num-nums, and charles is just going to have to live with charred fruit if he decides to come back

FRANKIE JONAS! THANK GOD!

Oohhere'ss the tea, it's about damn time! I called it! I knew ms variant mongoose was the one who did the fucky things! But i was shocked to find out that Mary was the favourite child over connie, hmm very much bad parenting

ooooh, knock knock, is it charlie-boy? oh, thats disappointing, its just that gossip chick and her husband, boooooo

Never again...never. We get it baby daddy.

oh? another knock? HAHAHAHAHA ITS THE FIRE GUY LMAOOO, what a king. He reminds me of stan lee!

What aare these people doing, they aren't goddess you give offerings to so that your crops will be plentiful, fuck off man. ANOTHER KNOCK..

and i opp-- herreeeees charlie!

‘friends’ sir you were halfway in her pantaloons, stop trying to act all innocent, the fuck. Wow hes really going for it huh?

did he just rip the chain off? Oh charles relax, its door, you don't need to moan like that.

Uhm, i love connie, so fuck you charles you twisted, manipulative burnt cornstalk of a human being. Oh yeah throw a hissy fit, that's real attractive, keep going, she’ll totally say yes.

Oh wait NO DON'T DO THAT, NO THAT'S A DOOR. And another door? NO GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BABY DADDY ALEXANDRA, SHES MINE.

YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY, GET OFF! WTF!

*standing ovation* give it up for meer-to-the-kat, bravo kid! OH NO HES DEAd, YOU CAN STOP NOW

hahahaha guess whos deep in the garden now, Charles.

Ooh and we are back to start, nice. Children, she's a seasoned murder, might wanna chill on the whole bit you got going on.

Good, smile andddd scene!

Final Thoughts

Okie Dokie, I actually liked this movie a lot.

The acting was absolutely phenomenal, especially on Alexandra’s Daddario and Taissa Farmiga’s part, the characters were so well played. They focused in on so different points of view in this story that it captured the chaos that they were living individually and as a group under one roof. It constantly kept you on edge with the strange nuances in their dialogue, unnerving pauses and the progression of the condition of each character.

It was great. The aesthetic was there, the small but necessary breaks with dark humour really kept the story flowing and most of all, the fervour. It was everywhere, in their emotions or outbursts like Charles at the dinner table and on the stairs, or the way the townspeople kept adding fuel to their own personal hell. And I must admit, it's hard to make characters like Jim the firefighter relevant, but every person that this story involves has a distinct purpose and significance to the plot.

The only negative thing I could think of was I just wish there was more, I wanted it to be longer so that the small gaps in the movie could have been powerful. Okay, what else. Yes, Charles Blackwood, despite all of...that, will make a great character for me to touch on and has a lot of interesting qualities that I will be sure to tap into. Oh! And the only reason why no one else is getting the stan award was that my coffee mama was the only character who wasn't off the rails or just a terrible waste of human life! We stan!

Hoped you enjoyed this and my questionable thought process, I’m gonna go now...bye lol

Overall Score: 8.5/10

🏆 Honorary Stan Award: Stella Ella Ola, Clap Clap Clap. Periodt.

#we have always lived in the castle #castle daddy #sac reviews

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honeybbqtlk · 3 years

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Bumpy Road

Summary:

Takes place well after the siege of Winchester. Eadith and Finan have been together for a while but that love and lust for each other only continues to grow — They haven’t seen each other in about a month and when Finan rides through Winchester (sometimes when away Eadith will stay in Winchester) with Uhtred and their large group of men to pick up Eadith on their way home to Coccham, they share a horse and have a hard time refraining from enjoying each other. It does not go unnoticed.

Warnings: light smut, edging, heavy petting, mild exhibitionism, intermittent dialogue, pictures for reference.

Word count: 1,727

Finan and Eadith hold up the rear with ten-twenty yards between them and the last horse. Eadith’s head rests on Finan's shoulder with her body pressed against his back. She lays her hands tenderly on each thigh, rubbing up and down very slightly. It could almost be perceived as movements made from the rocky road, but they both know otherwise. Finan sits up straight, trying to keep at least some focus on guiding the horse. He rides tall, proud to have her by his side again, but he can feel Eadith pressed against him and wants to give her his full attention. As space grows between them and the other riders, they find everything they had been wanting to tell the other from the past month spilling out and they both feel at home again. No detail is left unmentioned; every successful village defense, every absurd Aelswith request, every funny sihtric/ osferth blunder, all the tawdry castle gossip he shamelessly enjoyed.. She continues, now massaging through his hair and upper neck. Kneading his upper arms as well, but that is just as much a pleasure for her as it is for him and he knows it. It had grown hot, either from the summer sun or their yearning body heat, most likely both. It had given the excuse for Finan to bear nothing on his back other than his sleeveless leather armor; again to both of their pleasure.

Eadith finishes a funny story to which Finan tacks on an impromptu joke causing them to burst into laughter. The rest of their group can hear this from up ahead.

“If they’re laughing at least that means they didn’t stop to fuck” Sihtric notes and everyone laughs in agreement.

“Yet..” Father Pulig makes sure to add.

“Yeah you never know with those two” Edwin says, jokingly glancing behind him. While he hadn’t been around when Finan and Eadith met he had done this trip with this group enough times now to know what to expect.

Finan and Eadith trail just out of sight as the group steers left at a bend in the creek. Eadith’s laugh subsides, Finan’s follows, and her gaze settles on Finan who is facing forward to lead them. Suddenly their horse hits a rock and there is a slight lurch, Finan’s hand immediately reaches back to Eadith, catching her leg to make sure she is okay and steady until they get back on the flat trail.

Now that his hand is there he doesn’t want to let go. He keeps one hand on the reins and the other on her, he begins caressing her lower thigh over her thin summer dress. Her hands slip back under his arms and onto his thighs and make their way up his leg, this time her intensions are very clear as she lifts the flap of his protective leather and reaches down his pants.

Finan is almost embarrassed by how he immediately starts to grow at just Eadith’s touch, the image of her hands on him, but that embarrassment quickly goes away as he relaxes, closing his eyes as she strokes him to full erection. She places soft sensual kisses over his neck. Her right hand full of his cock and her left hand cupping his balls in a slow circular motion like he liked. He can feel her breast pinned against his back and with his eyes shut he can enjoy imagining that without clothes in between them. She can’t help but grind against him, in rhythm with her hands as the pressure builds. He can feel her clit urging against him. His hand moves down then right back up, bringing her skirt with him as he gently grips up her now exposed leg, massaging in sync with her hip motions. He feels her so soft against his rugged touch which sends a wave of pleasure over her body. Her legs hug tighter against his.

They turn the corner where the rest of their party had suddenly stopped and she immediately sits up at the sight of them with Finan quickly realizing and joining her.

The men had stopped to watch Osferth in the back of the herd, who had had to dismounted to attend to his horse. Eadith and Finan come into view and they pull up next to him, quickly shaking off their urges before anyone could tell what had been going on. After brief deliberation Eadith gets down off the horse to help him. Finan has his arms crossed in front of him, bending over a little and squinting off into the trees, just doing his best to hide his erection. But Uhtred catches him.. Sihtric sees Uhtred hold in a small laugh so he follows Uhtred’s attention to Finan to see what’s so funny for himself. Watching Finan fumble attempts to hide this, almost impossible to do with the two who could read him better than anyone, Sihtric joined in a low chuckle. Finan rolls his eyes as if to tell them to fuck off and they all get ready to move forward again. Lucky for Finan, Uhtred and Sihtric are at the front of the group so no one else sees this exchange. He knows they wouldn’t say anything to the others, at least not until later.

“Alroit yerr roidin' in front now” Finan quietly asserts at Eadith. Partly as a joke but he helps Eadith back onto the horse and positions her on the saddle in front of him this time, his accent becoming more pronounced like it does when he’s flustered. Her eyes widen in delighted surprise as she feels his huge cock still erect and now against her lower back. Her clit suddenly throbs with excitement as he adjusts her by her waist, until she quickly snaps back to holds the reins, looking straight ahead, clearing her throat trying to compose herself. He smiles to himself knowing the tables have turned on her now and noticing her becoming flushed.

He has missed having that effect on her.

They again let the rest of their group ride up ahead but there is not the same amount of distance between them yet and they have to refrain for a moment. That moment didn’t last. Finan, feeling cheeky, reaches his left hand around her waist, resting his large palm just under her navel and his finger pulling just above her clit, pulling her even closer to him while nestling his kisses in the small of her neck, his beard caressing her skin.

She has missed that.

With his left hand now set on making its way down to her clit, his right hand, wide-spread, creeps up her body and through her cleavage, his rings and arm metal clanging against her crucifix as he grabs a handful of her bosom. She lets out a surprised lustful gasp as her body has no where else to go but further back into his chest. He smiles and his hand continues to climb slowly over her chest and up her neck, turning her chin towards him.

“Yer going to maeke these noises without kissin’ meh ferst?” He says as he leans over her shoulder. His attempt to playfully tease her doesn’t work and she silences his stupid joke with a smile, biting her lip as she looks down to his. Then, with his hand cradling her face towards his, she kisses him. Eadith holds the reins in one hand and runs her fingers through his hair with the other, bringing his face closer to hers so she can kiss him deeper. Their tongues tie. Finan’s left hand begins to wander again, his right still holding her perfect face, not letting go. Feeling him enjoy her body brings out uncontrollable moans and it only makes him want her more. He runs his grip back and forth over her thigh, pulsing again and again over her clit before moving up and taking turns fondling each breast. She was increasingly aware of her arse cheeks grinding against his hard throbbing cock and he was holding onto her with all his tender strength in efforts to restrain himself.

He feels so good pressed against her and she feels so good pressed against him. His fierce embrace only exasperates her yearning for him and he feels her body fill his arms. She takes her hand off his head, transfers the reins to her right hand. She brings her left hand to join on top of his where he is feeling around her full bosom. She intertwines their fingers and guides his palm from her left breast to her right, going under her dress this time and her nipples harden as he takes the lead again, squeezing her full bosom, his strong hands on her bare chest. Her chest fills his hands as she inhales and exhales desire between kisses. Her legs hug tighter to his..

“They are going to fall off that horse” Osferth emphasizes, stunned and shaking his head in disbelief. He had glanced back for a moment to see if Finan and Eadith were still with them and he had to do a double take. There they were, far behind but still in sight, so entangled in each other it was hard to tell who’s arms were who’s. They all turn back to see what he is talking about.

“At least she’s got one hand on the reins” Purlig sighs in humor after turning back and returning to look ahead.

“That poor horse..” Edwin tisks starring back at them and they all start laughing.

“We press on” Uhtred commands. Not even needing to look back.

The youngers in the group have a hard time breaking their gaze in amazement, no one can deny it is a sight, and they’d all love to be in Finan’s position with a woman of their own. But they press forward, and Finan and Eadith disappear from sight again behind some trees. They continued to move much slower than the rest.

Sihtric leans over to Uhtred; “Three silver coins says they stop to hump before the sun goes down” Sihtric whispers his bet to Uhtred.

“Nooo bet” Uhtred laughs at his friend, for they both know Finan and Eadith are likely to pull over any minute, no way they would hold out til sun down.

They both laugh and continue down the road.

#finith #my first fic be gentle with me #finan x eadith #eadith x finan #finan x eadith fanfic #finan #eadith #the last kingdom #tlk #teamuhtred #otp

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officialsimppage · 3 years

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Pragma-DSMP! Wilbur x OC

Chapter 1- Masterlist

War. Violence. Bloodshed. That’s all that was happening at the time. No more peace and flower picking, only violence. Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Eret, and Me have just one our first battle since Dream declared War on us. We were at Tommy’s house because that’s where Dream requested to talk. They then started to rain fire on us with their burning arrows. They showed no mercy. They just kept firing and firing at us. Yes I understand this is war but, there were children. Tommy, Tubbo, and Fundy are children. Really shows us where their morales are. They then retreated away when we were shooting at them from Tommy’s house. We then started to march back to L’manberg.

“Are you ok Tommy? Tubbo how about you?” I say walking to where they were.

“We're doing alright,” Tubbo says, wiping blood off his face.

“I'm fine woman. Have you seen me? Im strong.” Tommy says, flexing his arms.

“You guys are cut, your clothes are torn, my god. When we get back in the walls and are safe I am going to clean you guys up. I don't want you to get sick.” I say, inspecting them.

“Thank you Eliza, you don't have too though.” Tubbo says smiling at me.

“Of course I do. I gotta make sure you guys are safe and healthy. You’re my responsibility.” I say, cradling Tubbos face in my hand. “You too Tommy.” I say, ruffling his blonde hair. “Ok I’ll leave you guys be now.” I whisper, starting to walk back to where I was walking with Wilbur.

“How are you feeling Liza?” Wilbur says to me whilst we are walking to L’Manberg. “Eh, pretty good for being shot at.” I reciprocate, flashing a smile at him.

“That’s good to hear love.” he says, calling me his favorite pet name. Love. It always made butterflies in my stomach. No matter how many times he has called me it.

Once we were in the walls, Tubbo and Tommy started climbing the tower to shoot at Sapnap, Dream, and George. Once they had hit them a couple times and Dream realized he can't hit us, they retreated.

“Yes Liza we did it!” Wilbur says grabbing my face gently in his hands. “We have won our second battle for our great nation!” He says, gesturing to L’Manberg. He then pulls me up for a gentle and passionate kiss. One that says, were ok. We’re going to be fine. We are then interrupted by Eret’s deep voice.

“Follow me men, I have something to show you.” He then leads us to a small hill. He starts digging into the dirt a little until we are faced with a dark tunnel.

“What is this?” I say running my hands over the stone walls while we walk.

“Oh you’ll see.” Eret says, voice echoing through the tunnel. We walk a little farther until we are met with a dark room. A sign on the outside reads, ‘Final Control Room’. There are chests lining the walls with all of our names. Each of us walks to our designated chest. I walk over and find mine on the back wall. I give Wilbur a glance raising my eyebrows basically saying ‘what in the world is this?’ He then gives me a shrug and continues to open his chest. I then look down and open mine. ‘What?’ I think to myself. These are empty.

“Eret these are empty,” I say, turning around, only to be met with Sapnap, George, and Dream jumping down and attacking us.

“Wilbur!” I shout getting his attention. Sapnap then starts to attack everyone. First they hit Fundy, Tubbo, and Tommy.

“Boys!” I shout running to where they were. They were hurt, badly. “Run!” I say but it was too late. They were killed by George and Dream. The children were killed by George and Dream. “You motherfuckers!” I scream at the top of my lungs while swinging my sword at them. I put up a good fight, as best as I could. I then look over at Wilbur. Right as I make eye contact with him, Sapnap shoves his sword into Wilburs chest. “No, no, no, NO!” I yell trying to get to Wilbur. Then as I take my first step I feel Dreams' sword go through my abdomen. I collapse onto my knees in pain and take in the scene. Blood everywhere, Fundy, Tommy, and Tubbo have disappeared, probably respawned. Only Wilbur’s body was left. I watch as Dream, Sapnap, and George walk out of the room. Eret following them. The final thing I hear before I close my eyes is,

“Down with the revolution boys, it was never meant to be.”

“Wilbur!” I yell to my lover. Running towards him in the flower field we were in.

“Yes, love?” he asks, turning around to face me. Fondling and picking at a dandelion.

“Would you like to go ride horses with me?” I say now in front of him. I sway a little on the uneven ground, gripping his forearm.

“Well darling, that sounds wonderful.” He says taking my arm, twirling me around. He then dips me down and puts the dandelion in my hair. He then pulls me up and says, “Let’s go get some horses and go!” We walk over to where there are horses in a pen.

“I call the white one!” I call to him, grabbing the reins of the white horse. He then chuckles and looks down at the floor.

“You can have whichever horse you want hun.” He says, hopping onto a black horse. “Are you ready?” he asks, taking the horse out of the pen and pausing.

“Why yes I am.” I respond with a smile. We laugh a little and start to ride around. We go towards a spruce forest, wind blowing through our hair. Smelling the sweet berries around us, and feeling the warm sun on our backs.

“Liza, look it's your favorite flower!” Wilbur says pointing down to a lily of the valley.

“It is!” I say happily. Wilbur then hops off of his horse to pick it. He then walks to where I am on my horse and says,

“For my lady,” Handing me the flower. When I reach down to take the flower he pulls my hand to his lips and lays a gentle kiss. “I love you.” he says looking up at me.

“I love you too.” I replied, taking the flower and putting it in a basket I brought with me.

First, all I hear is voices. Many voices alike chattering and shouting. The most prominent one I hear is Wilburs.

“What the fuck was that!” He shouts “And what the hell happened to Liza? Did she die? Cause if she did I shall never forgive that goddamn son of a bitch Eret.” After he says that, I come to my senses. I wake up just outside of the walls. I then sneak my way through them without being seen by Sapnap, Punz, or Dream. Once I am in the field and in the clear I start running towards the van.

“Wilbur! Wilbur!” I start shouting, running even faster. Through the windows I see Wilbur look out to me. He then runs out the door and sprints towards me. Once I get close I then jump into his arms. He picks me up and I nuzzle my head into his neck.

“Are you alright? Who hurt you?” He asks over and over, brushing his hands through my hair.

“I- I’m fine.” I say, heart pounding. Relieved just to be back in his arms. “D-Dream killed me.” I say tears pricking my eyes. “Why, why did Eret do that?” I question Wilbur, pulling back to look into his eyes.

“ I don’t know why he did that or what was going through his head when it happened but all that matters is that all of us are alive.” He says putting his hand up to my face. “Let's go up and discuss with the other what we're going to do ok?” He says, putting me down. I then nod my head and take his hand and head over to the van where everyone is. When I walk in I see Tommy, Tubbo, and Fundy all standing around the table in the middle of the room.

“Oh thank god you boys are ok.” I say walking up to them, giving each of them tight squeezes.

“Were ok Liza, were ok.” Fundy whispers in my ear when I give him a hug. When I pull back I give him an encouraging smile and pat his shoulder.

“I can’t believe he did that.” Wilbur says, pacing the floor. “We have a traitor's name on our damn Declaration of Independance.” He says, throwing his hands in the air. “I need to speak to Dream'' Wilbur utters into his hand that was clenched into a fist.

“No that is not happening.” I say walking over to face him. “You are not speaking to Dream. Not after what just happened.” I say sternly, staring deeply into his hazel eyes.

“Liza, I have to for this nation, for our independence!” He shouts. “Do you want L’Manberg or not.” He says, bending down so he is eye level with me.

“Yes.” I say staring at him again. “Fine go discuss with Dream but please,” I say grabbing his arm before he leaves. “Please be safe. I love you.” I say to him.

“I love you too.” He responds. He then walks out of the van and runs to an opening in the walls to go and find Dream to speak to him.

#wilbur soot #wilbur #soot #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #dsmp #dream smp #character wilbur #wilbur x oc

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yandere-sins · 4 years

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It’s tough to be a god

Summary: “Your heart was jumping against your chest, almost as if it was going to explode through your ribcage. Adrenaline rushed through your body like a drug. You stumbled towards the jungle behind the palace with Alyx's help before the hormone made you run on your own, ignoring the pain. Only when the first leaves of a low-hanging vine slapped you in the face did you realize you made it. You were outside. You were free.”

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Rating: Explicit Characters: Reader (AFAB), Multiple unnamed characters (Villagers), Alyx (Villager) Word-Count: 4621

Warnings: Lemon, Body Horror/Gore, Blood, Character Death, Yandere, Mistreatment, Mishandling

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a/n: Aaand second chapter! Please read the new warnings! I still gotta start the third one, but I thought I’d already post it, keep myself motivated. Thanks for reading, please let me know what you thought :3

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Chapter II

Almost, you would have been able to ignore the curious onlookers. The many, many pairs of eyes on you, located all around your extravagant big bed, who were enjoying the show, made you feel insecure and shy. If they wouldn't leave such a stinging feeling in the back of your head, almost as if they were touching you themselves with just the looks they let slide all over your skin, you might have actually enjoyed this.

Because he was different.

Alyx was… different than the other drooling bystanders. He was no high ranking priest, no knight in shining armor, and though he had to treat you the way he was instructed to, he was different. You actually liked Alyx, and that's what distinguished him from the other people that loved the idea of laying with you. He… cared. Despite it all, despite the disgusting things he had to do to you, you could see it in his eyes as he hovered over you, hips smacking against each other snugly, and lips trembling from the pleasure. He cared about you.

You never asked for this. You never asked to fall in love and enjoy the torture that sex had become for you. But you did, and your heart leapt through your chest with how glad you were to have him. Everyone knew you wouldn't hurt him, hell, they even left you off the restrains when you were with him, that's how sure they were of themselves. The priest took advantage of your affection, your favor towards this one human. You reaped what they sow, being rewarded with the tiniest speck of freedom of choosing who would put his hands on you at least for this night.

Ever so attentive, Alyx pulled up the blanket he was allowed to bring with him, closer around you. Despite you two never exchanging a word besides his respectful greeting, he was aware. At least, he seemed as if he was, wrapping you in the fabric and his own body to shield you away from the looks. There was nothing you were more thankful for than him, tangling your arms tightly around his muscular build, bringing him closer in to you, and he willingly indulged you.

Never had he been rough with you, and he didn't treat you like a whore when he shared your bed, which you were glad for because this way, you had no reason to despise him either. To say it in the priest's words, he was your favorite, little human. There were no questions asked.

Though you had days when you wouldn't see him at all, you were glad to return to him, his touch always softer than anyone else's. And you were happy to go back to your chambers after another endless day, sinking into his chest as if it was your new bed and the most comfortable place at the same time.

His kisses felt like the air in the morning, breathtaking and refreshing. You could have kissed him all day long, but your lungs needed the oxygen you could only get by breaking away in pain, your heart devastated over not being united with its other half. What kind of god were you even, needing air to survive? But even if you couldn't have cared less about your life, you cared about his, and his pants were nothing short of needy for the same substance as yours were.

You were just glad he never stopped. Even if the seconds felt like the saddest in your life when his lips didn't interact with yours, he always came back, never leaving you hanging. He had your heart, your mind, your body at his disposal, yet he never disappointed you. The way his arms held you, were those of a lover, not a worshipper, and when you touched him in return, you saw him melt under your fingertips, and without a crazed expression of pride.

Perhaps you just wanted it to be real, but you imagined he truly loved you too, even if the circumstances between you couldn't have been more difficult. As much as you knew from asking your handmaidens, he was very low on the rankings, trying to become a priest. But thanks to his military training, he was already in high regard and well-known. Thus he earned a role under the high-priest, serving him first and foremost, even before you.

There were dull memories, in your head, of him standing by your bedside, watching like everyone else as you got raped and mishandled over and over. But at the same time, you remembered him as the only one looking away from it, unable to endure your torture. That's how sensitive he was, how empathetic. He was an honorable man, yet, bound by his vows and under the order of the real monsters.

Alyx had been so nervous, the first night he became your consort. The eyes on you two didn't quite help him function, and he was dragged out before it even started, never quite managing to even penetrate you with the limp member between his legs. It was weeks before he returned, weeks before you got to see the adorable, blushing boy again, who held you so tenderly even though you were restricted and he could have done anything he wanted. But he didn't. He treated you fairly, like a human being, tenderly and lovingly, to the point other priests sighed longingly in the background as they watched you two interact.

Whatever they gave him to get one up, it worked, and the second time you ever met, he was the first one to bring you to climax. Having sex with him was amazing, just the right combo between need and want that was being fulfilled. You enjoyed it, pressing yourself towards him, caught by his radiating dedication and human warmth, something you never received anymore from anyone.

Even now, after being unable to even count the days you were with him anymore, did he bring joy all over your body and mind, captivating both. With one free hand, he dragged his fingers up your sides, fondling your right breast. The releasing and squeezing of the soft flesh tickled all the way to your loins, making you moan into his lips. It was true that the eyes on you two weren't arousing, but when you closed your own, you could imagine a completely different place.

One, where no other people around you pumped their cocks at the sight of you having sex. One where there were no other people at all, just you and Alyx, who held you in his arms and made you feel so alive.

His calloused hands were the only thing that told you about his military training, which were the only things that was rough about him. But he used them wisely, dragging the width of his thumb over your nipple, urging you to gasp and moan as he kept scrubbing over the sensitive area. No feeling of pain was connected to it, it felt amazing how he teased and tingled your nips, together with the tugs on your breast. Though you were enamored by the thought of what his second hand could do, you were thankful that he used it and his whole arm to shield you more from the views of others, allowing you to enjoy him as much as you did.

And enjoy, you did.

Alyx was buried so deep, the length of his shaft fit like a glove to your inside. As if it had been cast to your walls, all the way up to your cervix, he was buried perfectly into you. Every time he pulled out, you felt as if something was amiss without him, and when he pushed in, your body flourished from the fulfillment that went through you. You rode the highs and lows of his hips pumping into you, like what you imagined it felt to ride a sturdy horse in the heat of the sun.

With your legs over his hips, you pressed them simultaneously down while letting your hips climb up. His groans and gasps, pants and sighs were a melody of their own, so soft, so soothing to your ears. Every sound he made was like a confession of devotion, a dedication of love to you, and it healed you. It healed you from the moment that it echoed in your ear canal, shifting right down through your body and spreading rapidly like a wildfire. You could have listened to him forever, and forever wouldn't have been enough. With him, you felt at home, a sense of belonging that no one else could give you.

And you loved him for it.

Though you two had barely exchanged words, you recognized his voice, strained from the activity, as he whispered into your ear. It was as reassuring as a pat on the head, and yet, it poked through all the other noise you could hear, sharp and clear. "Let's run away," he mumbled. You didn't have to strain yourself to listen to him, but his words made new feelings rush through you, complicated ones.

Tensing under him, you clamped down on his shaft buried inside of you, a strained groan escaping him. Truth be told, you were scared. You wanted nothing more to run away. Nothing more than to trust in Alyx, despite your brief acquaintance. But would you be able to? Could you two really make it?

"Don't worry," he assured you, an arm snaking under you, brushing down your back comfortingly. "I have a horse, and I will stay with you until night. We'll get you out of the bathroom window and through the jungle, and begone."

It sounded like the words of an angel, his movements increasing, hips smacking rapidly into each other now. You couldn't help the cry of pleasure as he pushed you over the edge, both from the deep insert, followed by hot, sticky cum coating your inner walls, as well as the promise of freeing you. Even with your insecurity and doubts, you wanted to trust him and his plan. You wanted to get away with him and turn your life around.

He gave you back the hope you lost years ago. The dream of being free, living your own life. Maybe start a family? It might have been a wish too good to be true, but you would have liked it. Start a family with Alyx somewhere, have children and a house, a garden with fruits. He'd never have to hunger with your powers, and you'd open up your womb if it was for him, bearing the children of the man who truly loved you - and saved you.

Nodding, you agreed to his plan as he kissed you one last time, both of you panting so heavily, even though you tried to ignore the cheers of the priesthood around you. They were happy over the successful mating, which they hoped would end in conception. For them, you'd never bear a child. But for Alyx, you would. You would have done anything and gone anywhere, just to be with him.

You belonged with him, and he with you, that's what you felt as he climbed off you, moving aside for the servants to bring towels and refreshments. You clinked the golden keg with him, knowing you wouldn't miss the luxury that they thought they offered you with this cup worthless to you. But you drank your wine, maybe tasting for the first time ever just how sweet and intoxicating it was, giving you the courage that you needed for the night while Alyx held you against his chest. This could have been a dream, had it not been under the circumstances that you two were facing.

But you ignored the annoyance of having someone wipe you clean and redress you before you could settle in bed. Usually, no one would stay, but if you allowed so, none of the priests would deny you the wish to have Alyx share your bed. For all they cared, you didn't bite off his finger and maybe would bear his child. Who were they to turn you away when you asked for him to lay beside you that night. It wasn't like you two were alone still, even with the change in shifts, consisting of new guards and new priests and maids to attend to you for that night.

The lights were blown out, everyone settled calmly, someone yawned. Alyx covered you with the blanket, kissed your forehead before he laid down close to you, and let you settle on his shoulder. You had to trust him, there was no way you two could speak to each other freely now or ever - if you didn't make a run for it. So no matter how much you wondered about the plan, which still caused your stomach to knot and churn with uncertainty, you couldn't ask him for more details. You had to sleep as long as you could until he woke you up, rest, and save your energy until then.

It would be fine. This time, you weren't alone, and it would work. You'd get out of here and start a new life with the man you chose to trust and give your everything to.

It had to work.

"Go, go, go!" he urged you, one leg out of the window already, and he helped you by pushing you up and over the frame. The jump wouldn't be gentle, Alyx had warned you. It was unlikely you wouldn't survive it, but it was still fairly high as a measurement so you wouldn't recklessly flee. It was made so you'd hesitate, but not this time. Not when you had Alyx with you.

He had done it. He actually managed to convince everyone in the room to let you go to the toilet with just him. Telling them that they could keep staying calm, he probably convinced the few sleepyheads that sat around. Those who were wide awake grinned at you two, thinking about what you might do with a little bit 'privacy' as if you two were teenagers needing a bit of a push from the elders to get along. They surely wouldn't have minded if Alyx made extra sure you were pregnant, and they trusted him more than what was usually the case.

And so you jumped, the pain rushing through you as you plummeted to the ground, your legs shaking from the impact. But Alyx didn't waste any time, quickly jumping out after you and dragging you to your feet. "Come, it isn't far!"

Your heart was jumping against your chest, almost as if it was going to explode through your ribcage. Adrenaline rushed through your body like a drug. You stumbled towards the jungle behind the palace with Alyx's help before the hormone made you run on your own, ignoring the pain. Only when the first leaves of a low-hanging vine slapped you in the face did you realize you made it.

You were outside. You were free.

Giggles fell off your lips before you could even hold yourself, and Alyx gave you a wide smile back over his shoulder, your hands intertwined with each other as you followed him suit. Never in your life could you have thought it would feel so good to run through a thicket, scrap along the trees, and get tangled in vines and ivy. This was the dream. Lush, green nature, the endless outdoors in front of you, and the man you loved at your side.

Who needed luxury? Gold? Jewels? It was all meaningless. You didn't need a village full of people adoring you, bringing you gifts every day. There was no need for them to praise you like a god, treat you better than any king. And you? You didn't need to be their deity. You never wanted to be that in the first place. You just wanted to be you, free and happy! And now, you wanted to be with Alyx forever and ever! To ride with him so far, no one would ever see you again from these maniacs that wanted nothing but your blood and to worship you as something you couldn't care less about.

"We're outside!" you called forward to him, and he squeezed your hand, enjoying the happiness you radiated. "Yeah," he chuckled back, and you laughed a little louder. "I'm outside! I'm finally... out of there!"

You loved this, and only this moment alone. It was the only thing you'd ever love in your life again, and no village, priest, or god would stop you now.

The high was cut short of the feeling of Alyx's hand suddenly sliding off yours. You opened your eyes again, having closed them when plants clashed into your face rapidly. After all, the two of you had run with full speed, supported by the slightly downhill and slippery ground under you. You were panting from the exhaustion on your body as you looked to him, blood dripping from his mouth as he stared back at you.

Alyx's eyes were wide open, shocked, confused, but his mind was razor-sharp, a trait you only learned now about him. "I'm sorry, I love you," he muttered, and the butterflies in your stomach were fighting with the anxious knot that built again. You were overwhelmed with your freedom, unable to comprehend what was going on around you, when he spoke up again, sternly and serious for the first time. "Run," he said, hand slipping from yours as he sunk to his knees, the spear in his stomach pressing through his body as it found resistance on the ground. Gurgles and a pained gasp slid off his lip as the iron tip broke through his back, his own body weight impaling him on the long stick.

Your head didn't have the time to spin forward and look at the assembled knights and villagers before you. They were holding torches and weapons as if they had to defend something, someone. Before you could avert your eyes from Alyx, the sight of an axe fell into your view, cutting off your lover's head cleanly with the first swing. The extremity let out a squishing sound as it fell to the ground, rolling over for you to see the agitated expression on its face. His face. Alyx.

You wanted to scream. To scream and to cry. You wanted to sink to your knees right then and there, cradle his form in your arms. Even more, you felt the need to hurt every bystander, you wanted them to suffer as much as you did at that moment, your heart bursting into million pieces. You wanted to hurt these people that just ruined your dreams. But in your chaotic mix of emotions, you remembered Alyx's words, and without wanting to, you spun on your heals, running back into the forest with tears streaming down your face, feeling like a coward.

This wasn't what you had anticipated. This wasn't at all how you wanted it to end. It wasn't the fairytale escape you had imagined, and you weren't even one step out of the village yet. This hadn't even been half of the success you two had planned.

And all of a sudden, you were alone again. You heard the footsteps behind you, saw the light flickering through the thicket, barely illuminating your path. But you were still alone. These people… these monsters, their presence wasn't one you desired. You wanted Alyx back, his hand reassuringly brushing over yours. You wanted to see his form again, feel his touch, and hear his voice. You wanted him back, crying his name into the dark, shouting out the sorrow that laid over your soul.

"Alyx! Alyx!!"

His name kept echoing in your mind, and you felt a pain like you never had before. The pain of losing someone that meant everything for you. Of losing your other half. Every bone, every muscle, and every fiber knew what had happened, and they all mourned. They mourned what was lost, what could have been, and most importantly, they cried over what was going to happen.

There was no way your body didn't realize it, even if you shut it out of your mind, but the grieve and adrenaline in you kept you going. You ran and ran, your feet started to bleed from stepping on sharp wood splinters, and your limbs wrecked themselves with every wrong step you did, getting stuck on roots or crashing into trees. Your body was getting tired, unable to possibly bear with your emotions. You may have the blood of a god, but your body was that of a human still. It had to carry your emotional pain and the very prominent pain from destroying itself in the jungle.

You were followed, and you wished you knew where you were running. Even if the village had changed, you might have been able to find your way out if you knew where you were going. Either that, or you would have found a cliff to jump off from. What was it worth living for anyway? You had no one again, and your fate was sealed, meaning you'd continue to rot away until you died in that damn palace. There was no happy ending waiting for you, so why postpone the inevitable?

You'd never get away from the village. You'd never have a house, a garden, a family. Alyx wouldn't bring you away from this hell, he'd never lead you anywhere again, and his death would be in vain if you got caught now. Part of you wished you could have taken his head with you, at least. Anything. You wanted anything that would remind you of him. But aside from your memories, you had nothing, and much like with your father, they'd disappear in a few years, you were sure.

Getting stuck on a badly sticking out root from the ground, you didn't know what hurt more: The way your body got cut and bruised as you fell to the ground, your head ringing from all the conflicting and confusing things that were going through it, or the knowledge you wouldn't make it. You felt their hands all over you before you heard their voices, greedy and relieved as they were.

"Our God!"

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you!"

"Ah, we are not worthy, forgive us!"

All their feelings and words were meaningless to you. It didn't mean anything that they were relieved, thinking someone tried to kidnap you. It didn't mean anything that they were basking in your glory, so happy to see you right before them, like a rare jewel. The villagers were followed by a whole army of knights, armor clanking and rattling as they drew closer. Behind them, hoofbeats drew closer, carriages of wealthy villagers and priests up on horses. The whole village surrounded you, and still, you felt all alone there on the ground.

In a matter of seconds, you were surrounded by people, bowing, praying to you. They were crying about how happy they were that the bad people didn't get you, apparently believing that you and one man was enough to make a full-fledged kidnapping. And they wailed and stuttered their thankfulness to you, their god, for protecting yourself and returning to them. Only when the priests shuffled closer, they moved aside, never letting you out of their eyes, this occurrence only showing them more that you were nothing that should be left out of eyesight.

"Let's go, your Highness," the oldest priest spoke to you, his voice a notable one, since he was your greatest torturer. He didn't give away what he thought, but you knew, under the faked sadness of being 'betrayed' by his best servant, he was nothing short of scornful that you'd run away with Alyx. That you'd even consider trying. He was no saint, but he liked to act upon his role in society, playing as the forgiver of your sins, and your voice, even though you never had anything to say. If you hadn't been born a god, he probably would have announced himself as one someday.

Ramming your fist into the ground, all you could do was lay there in frustration, on the moist, dirty soil, the mud leaving a feeling on your skin you haven't felt in so long. You had failed. Once again, you had failed, and it was now your fault that someone died. Not just anyone either, your only love, the only person you really trusted, and to which your heart called out to.

The holy knights heaved you out of the mud, put you on a horse, with priests stationed on either side. Young priests that were still able to hold down your hands to the side of the horse and wrapped their fingers around your ankles so you couldn't move your legs either. Undoubtedly, they, too, were from the military, following the example of a man so great, he made it to the top, became their god's favorite. They had the same calloused hands that Alyx would touch you with, but in them laid no affection, no love for you, just cold, rough skin on yours.

And again, as they paraded you through town, cheers, and doxologies following every step that the horse made, you had to realize you were never going to get away. However they did it, their eyes and ears were everywhere, and you wouldn't be able to escape them. Not now, not alone, not with the help of others, and never in the future.

You'd be their god forever, and no one in the world would change this.

In the morning, you woke up, strapped in place on your bed. They'd be more cautious now than they were even before. More people were in your room, welcoming you to a new dawn when your eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything hurt, was sore, still not healed fully by your powers as it only happened a few hours ago.

When you finally were able to sit up, held by the hands of a couple maids and priests, you managed to lift your head, blink away the glue that kept your eyes together. You wished you wouldn't have opened them, then at least, you wouldn't have needed to see what you saw through your window.

An all to familiar head stared blankly back at you, eyes pierced with stakes and mouth gagged despite never being able to close anyway. It just stood there, outside the grand window door to the balcony, as if it was a decoration. And to some terms, it was. A decoration but also reminder for everyone that there was no taking away their god.

That there were no chances of leaving.

Somehow, you almost found it comforting, knowing that Alyx would forever watch over you. Despite his flesh rotting away and the rest of his blood already drained and fallen to the marble floor, he was with you. If you couldn't have him, you'd at least have something of him always there, looking at you with the worst kind of expression, one that almost screamed, "I died for you!"

As the initial shock vanished, you toppled over, gurgling and vomiting down the side of the bed, as a few dozen onlookers watched you. The head priest smirked, urging one of his footboys to run and make the announcement to the village. "They'll be happy," he assured you as he himself reached for a napkin to wipe your mouth. It was a rare closeness to the man you despised more than any other.

"They'll be happy that you are finally giving them your child, God."

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Hello! I have a request. Could you write a story about Ieyasu and MC's wedding day? Kenshin comes and tells MC to marry him instead. Ieyasu gets incredibly jealous and shows her exactly who she belongs to on their honeymoon. ;)

Woohoo Thank You for the Request ❤❤❤❤❤

TITLE : Say it

Pairing : IkeSen Ieyasu x MC

Rated: Super M (Super Smut)

Type: One Shot

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He could carve this scene forever in his mind. Even though his wife's fellow traveler, Sasuke, said that he could make a thing called "Picture" of MC in her wedding attire, he still choose to engrave her beautiful smile forever in his mind.

Everything had went smoothly. Well, except the attendance of Kasugayama Warlords. If it's not because of MC's request, they would've cross their swords now. They decided to put on temporary alliance for the sake of MC's important day. Talking about her request..

She had sew a thing called "Wedding Gown" for her and "Tuxedo" for him for that night. Changing into it is quite easy, comfortable too, so he won't complain. She said that it's her dream to wear one when she get married; fine; he could put up with that. It's her choice to get married in the past with him. She put up with the norms of his era, and he would do the same. He can tolerate with whatever it is, as long as she is happy.

But for now..

It's intolerable.

"Kenshin-sama.. Please.. I-.." She tried to look away despite her chin were forced to look at the man in front of her. "I.. Sincerely from my heart, I didn't know you feel about me that way."

Gasp escaped her throat as she tried to get away from his kiss. "K-Kenshin-sama..! I beg of you--""...You are so beautiful tonight, MC. Just leave that foolish man and be with me instead."

Slap!

"Stop..! He is not foolish! Call him names in whatever you want..! My feelings for him will NEVER change..!"

"...Heh." Kenshin rub his burning cheek. "Looks like I have to lock you up again-"

Before he know it, he had landed on the rocks nearby Azuchi's pond with another burning sensation on his lips. Ieyasu held MC close to his chest, telling her to return back to the wedding hall first. "How many times do I have to tell you that she will NEVER be yours..! Forcing someone to love you? You make me SICK!"

"Kenshin-sama..!"

Sasuke had run to his lord's side, turning to Ieyasu to bow for an apology. "Forgive me, Ieyasu-san. My lord is drunk."

"Tch. What are you saying, Sasu- mmf-" Sasuke had shoved a mouthful of plums in his lord's mouth, still bowing to Ieyasu. "He's uncontrollable once he is drunk."

Ieyasu, fuming with anger, clench his fists so tight before he could bring himself to grab his sword and kill Kenshin right there and then. "...Anata." A voice whispered from the other side. It was his wife, who have waited nearby after she called for Sasuke's help. Ieyasu glances at her from his shoulder; his breathing calmed down when she look at him with a worried and scared experssion. "..Let's go back..? Nobunaga-sama is waiting." She smiled. But he can see that she almost wanted to cry.

He turn back to Kenshin and Sasuke. "..Go back to your own damn castle by tonight for all I care..!" Then he took MC's hands and she hug his torso in return as they walk together back to the hall.

He hate this.

HE HATE THIS.

MC is clearly HIS. ONLY HIS. But there's still arrogant man out there who wanted her. Who wanted to woo her. Is he not good enough until God wanted to tease him like this? Of course. Of course MC loved him and had proved to him during that night, on what she had said to Kenshin. She loved him and only him. No. Matter. What.

He find his heart fuming again. Not with anger but jealousy. Agh he hated this. Why he can't think straight? The fact is already there but he feels empty. Something is not there..! Something is..!

"Anata?"

MC's tap on his shoulder snapped him back to reality. He blinked at her, who changed her happy face to a concerned ones. He have worried her again. "Are you tired from the journey?"

"....No."

"Are you sure..? Ah, I get it. Things are still new to you isn't it? The airplane must have shocked you so much..! Hehehehe..!"

He smiled at her. Wryly.

Right after their wedding night, there's a wormhole opening coincidentally nearby to his castle. MC had explained to him about a new thing called "Honeymoon" and as they discussed about where to go, she had this idea of "Maybe we could have it in the future??" She beamed.

So they did. Ieyasu had only travelled by horse and for the very first time of his life he travelled by an airplane. It was a thrilling ride but eventually he managed to overcome it, and he bet if Masamune is on the airplane, he would barge into the pilot's room and wanted to take control. Such hell. But glad it didn't happen at least.

"I can't believe Sasuke really sponsored us with this Honeymoon package. I wonder why.." She giggled as she enjoyed the breeze of the island that brushed against her hair locks beautifully.

"...To make it up for that night I guess." He mumbled as he face his back to MC, pretending to unpack things from his luggage. Her eyes widen to her husband. "..Anata.."

"Nothing. I'm talking to myself."

Ieyasu cursed within himself. He should keep this negativity inside him and should stop ruining anything during their vacation. He startled when a warm arms circle his chest from behind. "You are still angry from that night?"

"...."

"You know how I feel towards Kenshin."

"...Don't say his name."

"Anata. Look at me."

He sigh, and his orbs met hers. "I love you and only you. There's no one can replace you in my heart, and only you can have my heart. Only you can make me happy."

It hit him.

That's it.

MC flinched as he suddenly move closer to her, making her walk backwards; she can feel the way he look at her is very dominant, like a wolf that wanted to eat its prey. One of her legs loses its balance and she fell onto the edge of the bed. "Anata- Ieyasu..?" She jolted when he slammed his hands on the sides of her head. "Wh-what's the matter-- mmff..!"

He kissed her hungrily, not giving her a moment to catch a breath, even after he pulled away a bit. He kissed, and kissed, until MC had to push his shoulder. "Fwah..! What's gotten into you- it's still daytime- hya..!" He tug on her dress roughly, shredding her pants apart and shoved two fingers inside her entrance. This makes her legs automatically spread apart from the sudden pleasure. "..Who said sex have to be around night time, hmm? Have you forgotten our outdoor "activities" back in the past?" He scissored her inside out, earning a muffled moan from her. "Don't hold back your voice, MC. Let me hear it." He pushed in another finger, and another, forcing an orgasm out of her.

"B-because you said such embarassing stuff..!"

"Embarassing? Hmph, even when you spread your legs like this, begging me to gush your essence out of you?"

"Ieyasu..! The people next door will hear us..!"

"Oh let them hear it. Let them hear our sound when I fuck you endlessly..!"

"Ahn..! Ieyasu..! Ahh-!!"

A surprised gasp left her as Ieyasu pull his fingers out before she could reach her orgasm. She whine, sobbing from the lost of building orgasm. "Mmn Ieyasu..! Don't tease me..! I'm almost ther- MMF!!"

He had shoved his full dick inside her mouth, down to her throat. "Suck it."

Trying her best to hold her needs, she dig his nails into his thigh, sucking and bobbing her head around his hot rod. Ieyasu's length is enough to take her full, but whenever it is aroused, it can swell and conquered her walls and the moment it pulsate when he came, it's the best feeling ever.

Oh how she can't wait for him to do that for a whole week of their honeymoon. She can't wait for him to fuck her senselessly, spoiling her with cum and inflate her as much as he could. "Mmff!" Ieyasu had grabbed her head, as he face fuck her, in and out from her hot cavern, hissing when his head come in contact with her throat.

Gushh..!

"You naughty girl.. You came even without I'm touching your wet clit.. Nnnnh!!!"

SPLURT!

"Mmmnn! Mm-" MC swallowed all of his seeds into her throat, the sound of slurping make his dick throb with desire.

She pulled out, licking his head, nibble and suck on it. "Mmn.. Delicious.. I really love your cum, Ieyasu." His breathing is hoarse the moment she get on her knees, her gushing entrance facing him as she spread the mouth apart, showing that her own clit is throbbing. "Anata..? Please.. I want you inside me.. I want you to cum inside me lots and lots.. Mmn.." He had entered her halfway. "A-aahh..! Anata..!"

SLAM!!

"NNNGGHHH!!"

He slammed all of him inside her.

SPLURT!!

"A-aahhah..!" She trembled from her second orgasm. "S-so good..!! Ummh!!" Ieyasu chuckled as he started to move in and out from her, pulling out again and shoving it in full length. "You wanted this so bad?" He snake his hands to cup her breasts, groaning as she clamp around him tight as he played with her nipples. Pinching, fondling the tip, pulling it between his fingers. "Behind your sweet sunshine smile, you are actually addicted with sex hmm?" She circle her hips, meeting with his thrusts.

"Mmm yes, Ieyasu..! I love your dick..! I love it when you thrust it into me, ramming it so hard inside me..!"

"Then say it, MC..! Say who's dick making you writhe desperately for its cum..??"

"Oh God...! Mmh! Ieyasu..! Yes- yes..!!"

He smacked her ass. "Say it..!!"

"Ahn..! Ahhh! Only you Ieyasu..! Only your dick can paint inside me with your thick cum..! Mmnn!! I love it so much when you cum deep inside me..!!!"

His thrusts gets rougher and rougher, their slapping skin echoes throughout the room. She squealed with delight when he smack her ass again, rubbing and groping around it so hard. He pushed her body, still moving in and out, back and forth until the bed shake so much from the impact. "Oh God..!! Ieyasu!! Right there..! I'm coming..! Unn it wanted to come out..!"

Ieyasu give a last push and he pulled out fully from her. She moaned loudly when he did that, her hips shaking and quivering. "NO..! NO NO! DON'T DO THAT...!!! A-AAAAHHH!!!" He shove his dick again, chuckling to her desperation. "F-Fu- ACK..! AAHH IEYASU!!!!"

SPLURT! SPLUUURT!!

He launched forward, stabbing her cervix and came inside her, filling her stomach. "Mmmaaahh!! Aaahh!!!" She spread her legs apart once more, wriggling from the ecstacy, as she overcome by a wave of orgasm. "Shit..! Ieyasu...! N-no more..!" She unconsciously thrusted her hips backwards, moving and thrusting to her fourth orgasm, gushing and extracting of what's left.

"Mmnn it's coming out..! It's..! AHHH!!!"

SPLURTTT!!!!!

Ieyasu pulled out the moment she gush all of his cum, mixed with hers, out from her pussy. Strands after strands drip out from her and she quiver, biting onto the sheets, eyes rolled back from the ultimate pleasure.

After a moment, her hips slump onto the bed, legs spread apart, twitching to the cum that dripped out in between her legs. "Mmnn.. A-anata..." She sobbed. "You idiot.."

He grinned, pulling her to sit on his lap, groaning as he take her again. "We have a week to ourselves. A week enough to claim that you are mine and only mine."

She rested her head on his shoulder as they move slowly, twitching from the after effect. "What are you saying.. I'm already yours.. Mmnn.." They kissed again and again.

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"She's pregnant? Oh that was fast. Thanks to Sasuke who gave them 1 week vacation. They really "work" it out hm?" Shingen chuckled as Yukimura blushed. "Sh-Shingen-sama..! What the heck--"

"As expected of Ieyasu-san that I admired..!" Sasuke nod to himself as he pour Kenshin another drink. "Hmh. Thanks to me I guess? It triggered him to get an heir as soon as possible." He swirled the sake in his hand and gulp it in one go.

'He said that but his habit of drinking with plums had changed from one plums to three plums.' Sasuke thought to himself.

#ikemen sengoku tokugawa ieyasu #ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku smut #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ieyasu smut #ikesen Ieyasu

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verai-marcel · 5 years

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Request where low honor Arthur finds out that a bounty he has to collect has nipple piercings and decides to have fun with them, love your work btw!!

A Curious Experiment (RDR2 Fanfic, 18+, Low Honor Arthur x Fem!Reader)

Summary: A bounty hunter finally catches up to you, after you had been running from your uptight family for so long. He is intrigued, however, by a specific body piercing you got for shits and giggles, and decides to let you go… if you indulge his curiosity, that is.

Author’s Notes: As always, had to do a bit of research. Nipple piercings weren’t really prevalent in Western cultures in the 1890s, but supposedly they did it in France. Since this is just a fanfic, we’ll just go with that. Also there is both a male reader and female reader version of this.

Tags: smut, nipple piercings, nipple play, low honor Arthur Morgan, female reader (oral sex, vaginal sex)

AO3 Link is here.

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The door to your shack on the edge of town, practically in the forest, slowly creaked open. You were hiding underneath some floorboards, waiting for the bounty hunter to leave. You knew your family would send someone after you at some point, probably some desperate hunter looking for easy pickings. You didn’t think your family would put up that much money for you, so you didn’t expect anyone to actually have the skills to find you.

As you looked up through the cracks of the floorboards, you caught his voice.

“C’mon out. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Just wanna take you back somewhere safe.”

You held back a scoff. Safe? Your parents yelled at you for not being good enough, your grandparents had trained you to take over the estate, riding crops hitting your back when you didn’t stand straight enough, speak well enough, walk balanced enough. You hated your life there; when you took your horse and fled one night, you vowed you’d never go back.

You eventually had to sell your poor horse to earn money to live, and you managed to eke out a meager living as a farmhand on a ranch far, far, from home. You made friends with a group of French immigrants, who had convinced you to pierce your nipples during a night of drunken revelry.

Listening to the boots make their way out of your shack, you waited another hour before coming out. Climbing up and putting the floorboards back in place, you checked your cabin to see if he had taken anything before making your way outside to look around.

“Knew you were still here,” the voice came from behind you as you stepped away from your home. You turned around, seeing him leaning against the side wall.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

The man looked you up and down. His opal colored eyes were sharp, observing the way you started to move backwards towards the path.

“I wouldn’t run if I were you,” he drawled as he sauntered towards you. He was a big man, and unfortunately, just your type, with his broad shoulders, rugged face with a shadow of a beard, and those hands… You almost wanted to run just to make him grab you. Your nipples tightened. Of all the times to be turned on, now was not one of them. This was serious!

He was so close now, and you still hadn’t attempted an escape. Move, dammit!

He was standing toe to toe with you now, towering over you. He tipped your chin up so he could look at you, through you. You started shivering slightly.

His eyes lowered to look at all of you, and his eyes widened when his gaze rested upon your chest. Your chemise was thin and nearly translucent from your sweat because of the afternoon heat. You hadn’t cared before, but now, the man could see your nipples… and their piercings.

“What have we here?” His hands went to your shoulders and slowly slid the chemise down. Exposing your breasts just enough to reveal your pierced nipples, you took a deep breath, accidentally puffing them out for his view. He reached out with one hand, skimmed your left nipple with his fingers.

You let out on involuntary moan. He raised an eyebrow at you.

He touched the other nipple, brushing lightly with one finger, and you let out a puff of breath, heat rushing to your core. Dammit.

Smirking at you, he took a step back.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, confident you’d take it. “Give me your body tonight, and I’ll let you go.”

“Why?” you asked, your voice coming out far too husky for your liking.

“Because your, uh, decorations, interest me,” he said, gesturing at your breasts.

Reaching down to pull your chemise back up, you walked past him towards your house. After a few steps, you turned, noticing that he hadn’t followed you.

“What’s your name, hunter?”

“Arthur.”

“That all?”

“That’s all you need to know,” he replied. “It’s all you’ll be cryin’ out soon enough.”

Your pussy clenched in anticipation. You led him back inside.

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The second the door shut, you felt his arms around you, his body warm against your bare skin. His tongue flicked out and tasted your pulse before he covered it with his lips, sucking on you, aiming to leave a mark. You moaned when his hands went to play with your nipples, gently teasing them with his fingers as he felt around your piercings. You just had simple rings, and with every caress, you let out a soft sound of pleasure.

“This’ll be fun,” he muttered into your neck as he walked you towards your bed. Turning you around, he shoved you onto the bed, and got to work taking your pants off. You lifted your hips so he could remove everything, baring all of you to this stranger’s gaze.

Arthur took off his shirt and gun belt before joining you on the bed. He filled his hands with your breasts, kneading them before lowering his mouth to your nipples, playfully licking them, then blowing on them, making you shiver. He sucked on them lightly, drawing out more delectable sounds from your throat.

“Yer sounds are too temptin’,” he mumbled as he reached down to caress you, starting with your knee, then your inner thigh, and then finally your folds, his fingers feeling far too good, much better than your own. “I’ve half a mind to keep ya to myself.”

You whimpered as he worked a finger, then two, inside of your aching slit, wrenching soft cries from you as he caressed you so intimately and so well that you felt like he had known you forever. His lips moved up to your collarbone, his tongue leaving a wet trail up your neck until he reached your earlobe. He captured your sensitive skin between his teeth, gently playing with the delicate skin before he laid a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and then ravaged your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

Your muffled moans seemed to turn him on more as his strokes grew more insistent, his other hand beginning to tweak your nipples even harder as he rolled your clit with his calloused thumb. You nearly screamed when he bit your lower lip at the same time pinching one of your nipples, making you reach your peak. When he stroked you faster, staring down at you, you lost yourself in his intense eyes and let go, your head going back as a glorious ecstasy encompassed you, and you lost yourself to that high feeling.

“Arthur, Arthur!” you cried out, knowing nothing else but his hands on your body, his lips on your skin.

“Ya got me so hard, darlin’,” he growled as you came down and lay in the afterglow. He stood up and unbuttoned his fly. Pulling his thick cock out, he rubbed the head of it around your opening, wet with your juices. Looking you in the eyes, he pushed his way inside you, even as you pushed back, your clit and your pussy far too sensitive at the moment to be taking someone of his size. But still, he kept going, invading your body as you writhed below him, mewling as a twisted pleasure and pain spiral engulfed your senses.

“All the way in, darlin’,” he finally said, and began to move, short thrusts at first, but his lust overcame his caution and he fucked you wildly, losing himself in your wet heat, moaning and cursing. He grabbed your wrists and held you down as he pumped his shaft in and out of you in a frenzied rhythm, chasing that high that he so craved.

When you thought you’d pass out from his aggressive thrusting, he suddenly got up off you. He pulled you off the bed by your ankles and forced you to kneel in front of him. Pinching your nose to force your mouth open, he pulled your mouth over his shaft and moaned when you started to move your head along his length. You licked him all over, trying to please him, using one hand to stroke the base of his shaft, the other fondling his balls.

It didn’t take long for him to find his pleasure; the one hand in your hair tightened, and then thrust into your mouth with abandon. He grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers tightly with yours as he moaned and came down your throat.

“Oh, my, lord,” he huffed as you sucked every last drop from his now softening cock. “Yer somethin’ special.” His grip in your hair loosened, and he caressed your cheek. “Thank ya, darlin’. I needed that.”

You looked up at him hopefully. “So… will you let me be?”

“Shoah,” he drawled. “But only if I get to play with ya again if I come by here.”

You smiled. “Any time, Arthur.”

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End Notes: Here ya go anon, some hot lovin’ from a bounty huntin’ Arthur. Hope that fulfilled your request?

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thenatallie · 4 years

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Unexpected gift

Rating: Explicit Setting: Asgard Characters: Loki/original female character Jane and her sister Tanya were having a good time on Asgard. Thor had prepared Tanya's 18th birthday party. Slender dark prince approached, introduced himself and wished her happy birthday. Since that, Tanya could't keep her eyes off Loki... He could't but notice her mesmerized look and he smirked, biting and licking his lip. It was nearly midnight when Loki decided to retreat to his chambers. Tanya tought "Now or never", she was going to find out if he was going to meet someone. Hopefully not. She followed him through a dark corridor, silent as a spectre, carefull not to alert him. Loki entered his chamber, leaving the door just a little bit open. She approached and peaked. Didn't expect Loki made his double, and that real Loki was right behind her. Suddendly, she was pushed, nailed to the wall, her wrists restrained by one Loki's hand and her mouth covered with other. "Don't you dare to scream", he ordered, "why are you following me? Answer!" He than slowly removed his palm from her lips and set his hand on her white throath. "I was just curious" She managed to speak as she felt surge of heat running to her cheeks and ears. "About what? Speak!" "...To see if you have a girlfriend" she whispered. The Silvertongue lowered his sweet poisonous lips to her ear, and as his warm breath sent shivers to her spine, he said "I don't. How impolite I am, be my guest and drink sime wine with me." She surprised herself wit her own courage to say yes. Wine tasted like nectar of gods. His lips slowly carresed his glass. As he drank, he looked at Tanya lustfully. After another glass of wine, he held her by her neck, lowering her to bed, nailing her to the sheets with his own body, kissing her passionately. He then rose and tore her dress off her, started to explore her breasts, kneading fevereshly, occasually twisting her nipples. She moaned involuntarily. Dizzines wave ran to her had, she didn't know was it from wine or from Loki's attack. He licked her breasts and forcefully straddled her, entering her tight pussy. He felt an urge to fuck her really hard, so he did. He filled her completely with every thurst. "Look at me when I fuck you!" he ordered. By now she was panting heavily as she was nearing to orgasm. Waves of pleasure hit her hard. He filled her woth his hot cream. He lowered himself to kiss her. "Just for your curiosity, it's like that to get laid with a god."

Unexpected gift - part two Jane, Thor, Loki, Tanya and Sif went next morning to the woods for hunting. Loki proposed he was to be Tanya's mentor, leaving Jane to Thor and Sif. They separated on a crossroad, taking opposite directions and agreed to meet in that crossroad at noon. Loki was finally again alone with Tanya. Riding besides her, he gave her basics on how to hunt. Occasionally, he bathed her with his eyes and smirked. When they stopped and stood on the ground again, he grabbed her by the waist, purring: "You loved it, little doll", capturing her with his possessive, demanding lips. His silver tongue explored her mouth for a while. He then broke the kiss and took her to hiding place so they could watch for some wild boar to appear. "Let the hunt begin! Hold your bow like this... And put the arrow like this, now hold... and you can rest your hand now, aim and shoot when they appear. I'll do it first, you watch closely." Soon, she heared rustle and saw a boar. It was innocently sniffing around. Not knowing Loki aimed at it. "I grew very fond of you, doll", he said while pulling string of bow harder. "I wanna know you better. I wanna claim you mine over and over again, my very veins are filled with desire for you", he spoke never taking eyes of his target. One shot and the boar was laying on the ground. After a while, she tried but missed. The boar squeeked and ran away to the deprhs of wood. Loki laughed at her and said "You have two more shots before all of them run away". She tried to concentrate. It was hard, her mind wondered to last night's scene, when they drank wine and Loki fucked her hard. Her scent of arousal gave her away to Loki. "Try it, for me" he purred to her ear. "Shoot!" And there it was, laying dead. They hunt down totally three boars. Loki put them on a horse, and helped Tanya sit in front of him on another. It was near noon and they were heading back to the crossroad. Thor, Jane and Sif were coming back with one boar. Jane gave Tanya surprised and a bit concerned look. Now all of the five back together, Thor said: "I see your lessons paid themselves well, brother" Sif rode besides Thor, she leaned to his ear and said "Look how close those two are, just an excellent team ooor...?" Thor gave her a meaningfull gaze In the evening, durung family dinner, Jane managed to piss her off at the table by sitting next to her, asking Thor to sit by Tanya's other side, two od them blocking Loki to sit beside her. She went outside and set on a tall fence to clear her mind. Loki found her. His head near her crotch, he gave her poercing look and bit down his lip, swallowing hard. He deliberatwly held his gaze on her tiny shorts that was cutting between her legs. "Loki, we were great together today" He said "I like our little adventures, too. I want to take you for a night walk by a lake, what do you say?" "Oh yes Loki, I'd love that" she added, delighted. They stopped by the lake. Tanya was excited to get to the water. She stepped into the lake and found out water was so warm, bathed in sun for whole day. Loki did magic to undress in a second, stepping naked in front of her, smirking and taking her by the hand, gazing deeply into her eyes. She undresses slowly for him and they together walked into the water. They kissed passionately, their tongues swirling around each other while only their lustfull moans and dancing waves around them broke the silence of the hot night. They swimmed to large rock rising from water. He pushed her against the rock, and begun kneading her brests. Then started to fondle her ass, straddled her and pressed his pulsating shaft against her entrance. He pushed inside and gave her a couple of thursts that drawn from her small cries of pain rather than pleasure. Soon, she accustomed to his godlike size and began to breathe irregularly. "Mmm" Loki said between kisses, "say my name, angel" "L.. Loki" she moaned softly. "Who's giving you the best fuck, little angel?" he asked. "You, Loki" "Than moan loudly for me" "Loki, you're so big..." Cries of pleasure mixed with their wet kisses. His glorious scepter throbbed and expwlled his sweet nectar into her. Her orgasm was long and forcefull. Her eyes dazed with desire, looking at him. Her lips parted and wet. They got to castle and bumped into Thor and Jane. As Thor approached, he asked where've they been. Loki calmly said "To the lake, why?" Thor threatened Loki: "Don't you dare to decieve this child, Loki!" Jane nodding approvingly at Thor's words. Tanya stepped between the two brothers and said "It's all right Thor, we are in love" Jane looked at her, obviously shocked. They shared couple of seconds in silence. Sif approached and asked what's going on. "We caught these two lovebirds after a walk by the lake" Jane said in disbelief. "Mhm" Sif looked at her meaningfully, noticing wetness on her dress from behind "walk! Really?!" she scolded Tanya with her gaze. "Were you, by any chance, swimming in dark?" "So what?! I'm tired of evryone telling me what to do! Loki treats me like a lady, that's all you need to know" Thor calmed them all "My brother knows how to trear a lady, and if he hurt her, he will answer to me!" Loki then held Tanya's waist, "I think you all heard the lady" and kissed her passionately for all of them to see. "Thanks, brother" Loki spoke. He wrapped his hand around Tanya's back and they went hugged to his chambers, sharing kisses along the way.

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 5 years

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Fighting Can Lead To Something Else

Summary: You and Tyrion get captured by Catelyn and things between you and Bronn escalate quickly

Pairing: Bronn X Reader

Warnings: smut, vag penetration, fingering

When you walked into the inn with Tyrion looking for a room you never expected to see Catelyn Stark. Nor did you expect her to take you and your brother prisoner. They tied your hands and placed you on a horse sidesaddle in front of a man with dark unkempt hair that almost came to his shoulders, a scruffy beard, and blue eyes that knocked your breathe away. You wanted to keep staring into them, but a bag was placed over your head. His muscular arms, toned from years of sword-fighting, kept you from falling off the horse. The warmth of his body and a scent that was all him had you squirming.

It was unlike you to be attracted to a man this quickly, but for some reason you were. "Stay still or I'll have to punish you," he said. A small whimper tore itself from your throat causing him to chuckle. "Oh ho seems the little lady likes that idea," he teased. "I have a name. It's Y/N not little lady," you sassed. "Well Y/N I'm Bronn," he replied. Hearing him say your name sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could say anything else you felt the horse come to a stop. Bronn helped you down and removed the bag from your head. It would seem you were heading toward the Vale and not Winterfell. "You said you were taking us to Winterfell," Tyrion confronted Catelyn. "I did loudly and as often as possible," she replied. You tuned out the rest of the conversation and turned to Bronn. He truly was an attractive man, but you shouldn't feel this aroused by him. You had just met him and he was helping hold you captive.

"Untie me. If we're attacked by the hill tribes I won't be able to defend myself. And you'll be to busy to do it for me," you pleaded. He stared into your green eyes and after a few moments relented. It was just in time as men descended from the hills with crudely made weapons and mismatched armor. Bronn pushed you behind him allowing you to see a dagger at the small of his back. You grabbed it and turned stabbing a man in the eye as he came close. His blood spurted out coating your hair and face. When he fell another man was there to replace him. He tackled you knocking the dagger out of your hand.

You went to reach for it fingertips barely grazing it. When you looked up into the man's dark eyes watching him raise his blade you thought this is it I'm going to die. You closed your eyes tightly praying that it would be painless. Seconds ticked by and you felt nothing. Not even the weight of the man who had previously been straddling you. When you opened your eyes again Bronn was pulling his sword from the man's body. You grabbed his dagger and stood up. "Aye I'll be taking that back," he said reaching toward you.

You handed him the blade and then looked toward Tyrion. He was bent over panting having killed a man himself. "First time?" Bronn asked. Tyrion glanced up at him. "You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight," Bronn told him. Tyrion looked at Catelyn and said, "I'm willing if she is." You let out an unladylike snort. "Good luck with that brother. It would seem I stand a better chance of being bedded than you for once," you joked. Bronn smirked at you. "You most certainly fucking do little lady," he said. You rolled your eyes at the name, but smirked and winked at him all the same.

The rest of the ride Bronn couldn't keep his hands off you. He used one hand to hold the reigns while his other slipped into the top of your gown to fondle your breasts. You told him quit multiple times seeing as people could see, but your words didn't faze him. When you finally arrived in the Eyrie you were escorted directly to a room. Apparently they only wanted your brother as prisoner. While you were indeed worried about him you couldn't keep your mind from Bronn and the feel of his hands. You had changed out of your bloody gown and taken a bath when he came into your room without even knocking.

The door slammed closed behind him and you just stared not knowing what to say. Your emotions were running high from the fight and his touch and all you wanted was for him to ravish you. He took off his leather cuirass and dropped it on the ground. He then removed his belt, sword, and the dagger you had used. Your tongue peeked out to lick your lips as you watched him undress. Your heart was beating so hard you weren't sure how he didn't hear.

His boots came next and then his trousers. When you saw his cock your breath hitched. It wasn't huge, but he wasn't small either. He was the perfect size. "Like what you see?" he asked. You nodded your head and walked toward him. Once you were close enough he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him. He looked in your eyes for a brief moment before his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him as close as you could. Bronn grabbed your legs and wrapped them around him before turning and pushing you into the door.

His cock brushed against you causing you to moan into his mouth. Now that he had the door to help hold your weight he used his hand to tease your nipples until they were both hard. He then lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth while his hand trailed down to rub your clit. "Already so wet for me. That fight got you just as fucking horny as me didn't it?" he asked. "Ye-yes," you stuttered out. "Such a dirty girl," Bronn said as he rubbed your clit hard and fast. You bucked against him making his cock twitch. "Want me to fuck you little lady?" he questioned as he bucked his own hips.

"Please I need your cock," you replied. He used the hand he had been teasing you with to help line up before thrusting all the way in at once. Your head fell back and hit the door with a thud. "So tight and wet. Seven hells you feel good," Bronn groaned. His thrusts were hard and fast. After having you rub up on him and playing with your breasts earlier he was ready to explode. One hand gripped your hip tight enough to bruise while his other came back to your clit. He was close, but he wasn't going to cum without you having done so first.

He bit and sucked at your neck leaving marks. He found the spot right below your ear that was your undoing. You came hard squeezing his cock tight as you dug your nails into his shoulders leaving marks. He then grabbed your other hip allowing him to thrust into you harder a few more times before he came himself. He held you in place for a few moments after, before letting you down again. "I do believe I should get in fights more often," you told him with a grin. "Aye I agree. Best fuck I've had in a long time," he said. You nodded your head in agreement.

When Bronn came with you after winning the trial by combat for Tyrion you were ecstatic. While you weren't in love with Bronn you certainly enjoyed spending time with him. Him coming along meant you wouldn't have to find a new lover anytime soon. Once you had been reunited with Jamie and your father, Bronn and Tyrion had to go off to battle. The sex afterwards had been even more amazing than the first time. And when Bronn came back from the battle of the blackwater you came so hard you blacked out. When your sister told you she planned to reward Bronn by giving him a castle and a lady you went into a rage. Over time you had grown to love him and not just what he could do in the bedroom.

Then an idea came to you; Bronn could marry you and be lord of Casterly Rock. Your brother couldn't inherit it due to being a member of the kingsguard nor could Cersei as Queen Regent and Tyrion had fled after killing your father. That left only you. When you presented the idea to Cersei she thought you were mad, but then she realized that it made sense. Bronn was surprised when he was informed, but he was also grateful. It meant he wouldn't have to marry someone he didn't know or like. With you he knew just how pleasurable things could be and now he was going to be able to continue enjoying them.

#Bronn #Bronn x reader #Bronn/you #Bronn smut #Game of Thrones #Game of Thrones smut #GoT #GoT smut

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