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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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Like a Virgin pt3 (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Warnings/s: 18+, smut, p in v, langauge, riding, first time, degradation, established degradation kink, premature ejaculation, praise kink, oral, (fem receiving) squirting, face fucking, (Ethan’s a needy, greedy little fucker whose found a love in eating pussy)dom!reader, basically pure filth, brief mention of Richie’s death and his father snapping, etc

Length: 2.5k

Here’s the third and final part of this little series. I had a lot of fun writing this part. A. Lot. Probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever fucking wrote and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you again for this request, anon!

Read part 1 HERE

Read part 2 HERE

Ethan couldn’t believe this was really happening. The last few years of his life were filled with nothing but pain and carnage. The grieving of his brother, his father snapping after the fact…

He knew why he was here, in the apartment you shared with Tara, Sam and unbeknownst to them, his sister. But in this moment, gazing up at your gorgeous face in awe as you gently rolled your hips across his slowly swelling cock, the feeling of your soft hands resting on his shoulders with your fingernails lightly digging into his creamy skin, all of that abandoned his mind completely. He just wanted to focus on you.

He felt anxious as he lifted his trembling hands to hesitantly rest them on your hips, feeling the tight arousal begin to slowly build up inside of him for the second time tonight. A small part of his brain was surprised that he was able to get hard again as his cock began to swell. Maybe you just had this kind of effect on him.

He’d wanted you for as long as he’d known you, craved you even. He’d been completely oblivious to the lingering looks and lustful gazes you had in turn been sending his way these last couple of weeks, although you had of course noticed his. Ethan was a lot of things but subtle was absolutely not one of them.

The feeling of your increasingly wet pussy sliding over him was already becoming almost too much for him to handle. You watched as his expression turned into one of pure concentration as his blunt fingernails dug into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a small laugh.

“You can’t cum just yet, you know? I’m not even fucking you.”

“I know.” He huffed a little, his voice strained. “It just feels really good.”

You smiled down at him, one hand moving from his chest as you lifted your hips, reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock in your hand, slowly guiding it to the entrance of your soaked hole. He let out a small whimper as he felt his tip gently rest just inside of you and your hand moved back to his chest, still hovering just above him.

“You ready?” You asked softly.

He wanted to move so badly, feel you envelop him entirely, squeezing and milking him. He had to stop himself, a sheen of sweat from the unbridled concentration beginning to form on his forehead and chest.

“Yes! Yes, just… please?” He spoke softly, utterly beautiful and almost already a complete mess.

“Please what?”

“Please take me.” He blurted out, unable to disguise his desperate need “Please take me.”

For some reason, him saying this made you let out a small groan, looking down at him with a deep want as you slowly, deliberately rolled your hips, sighing at the satisfying stretch as he slowly began to fill you. You watched his face all the while, his eyes fluttering and starting to roll back as his hands gripped your hips even tighter.

You are a dominating person, especially when it comes to sex. But this was Ethan’s first time and honestly, you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Not just yet, anyway. As you adjusted to him, you rocked your hips, sinking down onto him completely and making him let out a small, surprised gasp in the process as he felt your heat completely cover him

“Fuck,” you moaned gently, leaning back on top of him so he could see his cock buried inside of you.

Ethan’s eyes were now set on the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen; him completely engulfed by you. He stared, mouth slack as you began to grind and roll your hips, watching as his dick slid inside of your cunt with hungry eyes. “How’s it- fuck. How’s it feel?“ you asked, looking down at him with a small smirk.

“Oh- oh my god.” He was so sweetly hypnotised at the sight before him, feeling every part of your hot, wet cunt with his dick. It was almost too much.

“Look at me.” You demanded, leaning forward again to grip his hair between your fingers so he was forced to look at your face. As you did so, he felt your hard nipples graze over his and he shivered a little. “Tell me how it feels.”

“I- I can’t explain.” He gasped quickly, tensing up as he felt you very deliberately squeeze around him.

“Be a good boy and try. You’re my good boy, aren’t you Ethan?” Your face was inches away from his, one hand still gripping his hair and the other slowly moved between you and started circling your clit gently, applying the pressure that would make you squeeze him in just the way you knew he’d love. He let out a loud whimper at your praise and the tight, warm feeling, brown eyes huge and desperate.

“Yes, yes I’m your good boy, I promise.” He whispered shakily.

“Then tell me-“ another sharp grind of your ass made him almost begin to sob there and then. “- how it fucking feels.”

“Feels fucking amazing. You’re so tight. Squeezing me. I can’t- fuck-“ his voice was shaking and trailed off and you watched as his eyes screwed up and his hips thrust up into you, making you gasp and let out a surprised moan as he brushed that little spot deep inside of you with his tip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have moved, I’m sorry, I just- god, I just-“ he began apologising, fast and rambling with his voice rising and falling with every collapse of your hips as he opened his eyes and tears from the stimulation began to spill down his cheeks. You let out a breathless laugh, moving to place your hand over his mouth.

“It’s okay, baby. You want me to stop?“

His voice was loud but muffled as he practically yelled, “No, no, please no!” from behind your hand, his desperation for you only turning you on even more.

“Look at you.” You almost scoffed a little, moving your hands from his mouth to wipe the pathetic tears that stained his cheeks. “You’re fucking crying? So needy, so pathetic.” You laughed down at him, sighing as your head fell back whilst you continued to bounce on top of him, clenching and unclenching your pussy with every fall. Some part of Ethan was surprised he enjoyed you calling him pathetic, the words only making him throb inside of you desperately.

You felt him twitch, laughing to yourself breathlessly and shaking your head at him. “You’re not to fucking cum, not yet. Understand?“ the pathetic whimper that fell from him as he looked up at you pleadingly was endearing as fuck and it made the feeling of your impending orgasm loom even closer.

“Understand?” You said again, more firmly this time and he bobbed his head a little, the series of broken whimpers still falling from his plump lips. “You’re not cumming until I do.” You told him. “Now, I want you to match me, okay?” He blinked a little, streaming eyes falling down to watch how you rolled your hips and he let out a soft huff as he, much more tentatively this time, bucked his hips up as yours came down. He felt proud of the intense moans that came out of you and he continued to thrust into you, feeling himself press into something hard that resulted in you letting out a loud, almost pornograpgic groan, feeling yourself clench around him even harder, your fingers still desperately rubbing at your clit. This ended up being the result of him uncontrollably beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Oh god… oh GOD.” His head fell back into the pillow as he began to unload inside of you, a series of downright delicious whimpers and moans falling out of him as he coated your walls. He trembled as a loud sob escaped his lips at the feeling of your cunt milking him, writhing as his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry? Did I say you could cum?” You asked him. In all honesty, you weren’t at all mad. Seeing him like this, his curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his face twisted and him crying in pleasure was all the satisfaction you needed.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a small, slurred voice, his chest heaving as he gradually stopped twitching and writhing from under you, his cock slowly began to soften inside of you and throbbing dully. He suddenly blinked, realising what he’d done. “Oh.. you didn’t.. oh, fuck.” He felt angry at himself for not obeying you, not making you cum with his cock, but that was somewhat filtered out by the intense pleasure he was also feeling from his first time being that damn good.

“It’s alright, honey. Next time.” You lightly patted his cheek before climbing off of him and standing up, hearing him wince as his raw cock slid out of your dripping hole.

“No, no.” You could hear the frown in his voice and you turned down to face him, seeing him practically scramble across the bed to fall to his knees in front of you.

“What are you-“

“Let me?” He asked, eyes pleading as they flickered up to your face and to your leaking cunt, marvelling as he saw his cum spilling out of you. “Please let me?”

“I don’t know..” you sighed, raising an eyebrow down at him. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you not to cum. Why should I let you do this when you clearly want it so badly?”

“Please?” He begged again, eyes incapable of looking at anything else other than your pussy. “I can apologise better this way. Let me?”

You couldn’t help but smile down at him fondly.

“So fucking desperate, aren’t you? Wanting to eat your cum out of me and get me off.” He licked his lips a little, waiting almost impatiently for you to give him the go ahead.

“Fine then, get me off.”

He didn’t need anything more. His mouth latched eagerly to your swollen clit, almost making you fall backward. You gripped his shoulder for balance as he eagerly licked and sucked at your clit, cradling it between his soft lips. “Fuck, baby.” You sighed, lifting your leg and resting it over his shoulder so you could rest your hands in his hair, pushing his face against your cunt. His hands slid up your legs to grip your ass, holding him as close to you as possible as his tongue moved from your clit to delve into your hole that was stuffed with his cum. He moaned against you, tasting the mixture of both of your arousal on his tongue as he hungrily curled his tongue inside of you, looking up at your face to ensure it was okay.

“Mmm- fuckkkkk.” You moaned out, head falling back. Now he was past the shy, awkward stage and was now intensely eager and more confident in eating you out, the feeling was almost indescribable. His tongue was soft and velvety as you rocked your hips on his face yet again, his nose softly bumping against your clit. “Fucking filthy boy.” You murmured, fingers twisting in his hair as your head fell forward to look down at him. “Eating me so good, aren’t you baby? Making me feel fucking amazing.” He huffed eagerly against your cunt at your praise, moaning loudly against you as you began to grind your hips faster. “Use your fingers and rub my clit.” You instructed, feeling the coil inside of you close to snapping.

He moved his hand from your ass to do just that, his fingers sloppily running over your swollen bundle of nerves. This tipped you over the edge, your fingers yanking at his hair as you panted and moaned, uncontrollably grinding your pussy all over his face. He tried to keep up with the movements, not wanting to miss out on even a drop of your sweet juices as you let out a sound not even you had heard before and began twitching and writhing above him. Your sudden unexpected movements startled him a little and he began to move back from your pussy, eyes almost alarmed.

“Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop.” You almost shouted, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his face back to your quivering cunt. He obliged, attaching his lips to your clit once again and sucking nice and hard, humming softly against you and sending vibrations through your core.

“Oh, fuck baby, fuck yes.” You cried out, legs trembling as you not only came practically sobbing Ethan’s name as you rode and fucked his pretty face, but did something that had never happened before. You weren’t sure if it was because he was genuinely good, or the fact it was the knowledge that the guy hungrily sucking at your clit was Ethan, but something inside you snapped and you began squirting against his mouth as your whole body convulsed, a series of loud and unfiltered cries of pure ecstasy falling through your lips.

Ethan greedily lapped up your spraying juices, eyes still wide in surprise as he felt and swallowed how much came out of you.

You were shaking and still twitching as Ethan finished licking happily until you were clean and finished, smiling proudly in front of you as your leg dropped from his shoulder and you stumbled a little to sit on your bed.

“Jesus.” You sighed out, body still trembling uncontrollably.

“Are you okay?” His proud expression suddenly switched up to concern as he shuffled closer to you on his knees, resting a large hand on your shaking knee. “Oh, god did I hurt you? Was I not supposed to-“

“Shh, baby.” You said softly, smiling weakly and resting a shaky hand on his cheek. He leaned into it happily, his eyes closing at your touch. “I’m fine. I’ve just… never cum like that before.”

“Really?” He looked almost smug and you let out a small breathless laugh.

“Yeah, really. Don’t look like that.” You scolded him playfully before falling back onto your bed, trying to steady your breathing.

You felt the bed dip and then watched him as he laid down next to you, looking at your face all the while. You chuckled a little, lifting your hand to gently wipe your leftover arousal and his dried up tears from his chin and cheeks.

“Are you okay? This being your first time and all?”

“Oh, are you kidding?” The smile that broke across his face was infectious. “That was..wow. I don’t even think I can explain it.” His eyes were still huge and wild, glinting in the dim light. You rolled over so you were on your stomach, leaning over him to kiss him gently on his swollen lips. “You’re a good teacher.” He said as you pulled away a little to look at him.

“You’re a good student. Very obedient.” Your tone was approving and it made him grin happily.

“I liked doing what you told me.” He admitted almost shyly. “And I liked other stuff too.”

“What other stuff?” You pressed him, suddenly curious.

“Like when you uh…” he trailed off, shaking his head a little. “No, it doesn’t matter.”

“Come on,” you cupped his cheek in your hand, pulling his face back to look at you. “I’m not gonna judge you, what did you like?”

Ethan sighed a little. He couldn’t say no to you anymore, it just wasn’t possible.

“When you said I was… needy.” He spoke in a small hesitant voice. “… and pathetic.”

You raised your eyebrows at him a little, feeling oddly charmed by his little confession. “You liked that, hm?”

He nodded shyly, eyes still looking into yours. “More than I thought I would.”

“Well,” you said thoughtfully. “Maybe next time we can see what else you like.”

#i got a little excited #and very carried away #he’s such a pathetic mess I love him #sub!ethan is fucking everything #such a needy boy UGH #hope you all enjoy #I know I did #scream #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #sub! ethan landry #slasher x reader #scream 6

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poetsoflove · 9 days

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Remembering the time when I had a baby boy who would send me audios of himself whimpering and moaning every night because he knew how sensitive my ears are and that I couldn't sleep without listening to ASMR or other sounds I liked.

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intriga-hounds · 2 months

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Little known Bazzy fact: he has a bottomless love bucket and if I’m not home to keep the love tap running, he becomes Insufferable.

When I got home from the wedding last night (after having already been gone the first half of the day at a dog show), he hopped in place five times at the gate in greeting and brought me a bone. Then he was halfway in my lap like this for a good while (pls note that he is made of raw chicken breasts):

Poor Sivi had to wait for an opening…

#baz #4 years #sivi #7 years #snuggle #sivi has been extremely needy lately #i need to do more with him one on one #he has even been stealing ponzu’s spot at bedtime #and laying right up against me #which he has never done his whole life #poor boys need their love buckets filled #ponzu is a dog; she’s unaware of all of this and just prances thru life #the boys are both like: Mommey Please Love Me 👁️👁️#they are human toddlers and ponzu is our dog

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nightfall-kachiniko · 7 months

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Can we talk about how hawks is a MENACE-

Dude is SO NEEDY I swear. He’d be rubbing all up on you during a meeting, during a mission- MANS DOES NOT CARE THE TIME OR PLACE.

Y’all could literally be in the middle of a battle and dudes like “yeah I think endeavors got this, wanna go sneak off into an alley way and bang?”

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roosterforme · 3 months

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Can Bob (beer boy& sugar universe) meet a nice girl from the English department too? It would be too sweet for my heart

Advanced Calculus. Advanced Physics. ADVANCED LITERATURE.

#if you ask emily #beer boy and sugar strike again #he's needy for reedy #read her like a book

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skrunklivflour · 7 months

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HAPPY FUKASE FRIDAY!! :3

#vocaloid #art #artwork #fanartwork #fanart #fukase #fukase vocaloid #vocaloid fukase #nso #needy streamer overload #ame chan #kangel #ame #k-angel #silly boy #hes my son now #vs art

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fluffypotatey · 1 year

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I find it deeply aesthetically pleasing, character-wise, that Arthur and Merlin are both very much like their mothers, which is especially meaningful in Arthur's case since he's never known his mother beyond a single painfully brief meeting in "Sins of the Father."

Not only does Arthur look like Ygraine (which adds several layers to the clusterfuck of his and Uther's relationship) but it's clear that he takes after her temperament, too. Yes, he sometimes shows his father's temper, and yes, he does stupid things when he's in a temper, but unlike Uther, who literally took his prejudices to his grave and beyond, Arthur never stays mad at people, and he's overall a far more caring and kind person than his father, which is an interesting case of nature vs nurture.

And then on the other hand, we have Hunith, who told a mounted, armed brigand to go fuck himself, later fought another (also armed) brigand with a twig broom, harboured fugitives on multiple occasions, and raised an illegal magic child out of wedlock, and Merlin "Fuck the Police" Ambrosius, who got in a fistfight, got thrown in jail for the fistfight, called the prince a bitch to his face in a public market square, got in a second, armed fight all within his first 48 hours in Camelot, and then committed treason on a daily basis for the next 10+ years, compared to Balinor, who became a weird antisocial hermit that lived in a cave for twenty years.

couldn't have said it better myself bestie

also, there's a reason hunith and ygraine never met in the show. their dynamic duo would outshine everyone, they'd be unstoppable, untouchable, I FEEL ROBBED

#ahem anyway #yes they do take after their mothers and yes this does provide insight in how merlin and arthur complement one another #and like i just have such a soft heart at the thought of arthur wanting to know about his mother and asking the staff what he can #maybe he asks the older knights who treat him like a nephew they never had and one of the most common thing they'll say is #“ygraine was kind and cared for her people”#“ygraine was not one to abandon the needy when times got tough”#“ygraine saw her role as monarch as one of service and not greed for power”#and mini arthur internalized that shit i accept NO criticism #merlin was a total mama's boy as we all saw and she had him drinking that anarchy juice since he was small #hunith was merlin's first hero and fuck i'm crying #bye i'm too soft for this #bbc merlin #headcanons #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #hunith #ygraine #hunith & ygraine would have totally wreaked some shit if they ever met i assure you it is a CRIME (to me) THAT SUCH A DUO NEVER *gunshots*

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moviesstoriesandbooks · 6 months

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You know how poison is one of the easiest way to get to royalty and they had testers for that specific threat?

Imagine if Kim one day gets roofied by some low level human traffickers who don't know the youngest Theerapanyakul brother by sight , while Kim was in his Wik-out-and-about socialising zone , completely unrelated to his usual mafia shenanigans?

Like he takes one sip and knows he fucked up , tries to stumble over to his high security room but only makes it till the door before they nab him.

But Porchay shows up , all tall (taller than Kim) and a bit more massive then Kim remembered him to be , stares down the low lives while flashing his golden Theerapanyakul crest and carries Kim by his arm over Chay's shoulders to the lift ?

What if Chay gives up dragging Kim by his dead feet and just straight up bridal carries him to Chay's "minor family heir's" fully furnished suite ??

And what if Kim wakes up next morning under the duvet , with his leather jacket removed and his belt buckle loosened , then sees Chay passed out softly snoring on the squishy sofa??

#kim vaguely recalls being needy to Chay and trying to dry hump him while falling repeatedly on his face #but he can't be sure #ABSOLUTELY SURE 100%#that he didn't go further and ruin Chay's innocence #meanwhile Chay staring exasperated at Kim trying to undo Chay's top buttons but only succeeding in patting his sternum repeatedly till #Kim faceplants onto his chest #only to blink away the sleep momentarily when Chay tried to make Kim recline onto the bed #kimchay #kinnporche the series #kimhan theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #thai boys love series #thai drama #thailand #thai bl series #kinnporsche #asian lbgtq dramas #be on cloud #jeff satur

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floorpancakes · 6 months

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i love my weird gf so much (mabu from sarazanmai) he is so strange. weird little man

#hES SO GOOD EVERYONE MUST LOVE HIM NOW #he ate pancakes off the floor and it changed my life #i was just like ohhh hes so weird i need him #this is official art obviously i cannot draw like this #sarazanmai #hoping that everyone that likes holic falls in love with him by proxy #because he shares A LOT in common traits wise with a certain somebody #wife wife wife wife wife #thinking about my hypothesis that all dark haired glasses boys are freaks in the bedroom and how he kinda proves it right #hes so devoted to his boyfriend slash husband to the point of (SPOILER) and (SPOILER)#and the way he wants to cook for reo only to the point he gets hilariously mad and needy when other people eat his cooking is so funny #oghhh i love him sm #wife loving hours #its him...THE floor pancakes consumer

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bottombaron · 9 months

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"nbc Hannibal is a totally different show than WWDITS!" I hear as if Nandor isn't just the complete himbofication of one Hannibal "I laugh at my own jokes and have childish hissy fits when I don't get my way" Lecter

#wwdits #hannibal #nandor the relentless #hannibal lecter #looK #i know at first glance you say nah but i urge you - look again #hannibal post will goes 700 years without him and then you shoot him with the himbo-gun at full settings???#thats just nandor #hannibal literally looks around the dinner table to see if anyone is going to laugh at his cannibal puns #hes a bitchy overdramatic bisexual limp-wristed mess who wears the most pretty ostentatious patterned clothing #whines when his favorite boy doesnt pay enough attention to him #loves it when said favorite boy gets mad and violent #he values his reputation as a serial killer the same way nandor values his reputation as a warlord - will get petty abt it #i cOuLD go on...#whoever remembers hannibal as some sort of classy charming badass was not watching the same show #that man was a needy mess who had the emotional intelligence of a toddler #he was just good at hiding it...you know...until he thought his favorite boy was cheating on him....#whelp

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littlemissmanga · 11 months

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A Man What Takes His Time

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

w/c: 1621

Summary: You love the passion and exuberance that Wrecker brings to every aspect of his life. Including his love life with you. But every so often, you’d like to slow things down. When you try to explain that to him, he doesn’t quite understand. So you figure a little demonstration may help your man pick up what you’re putting down. Luckily Wrecker has always been a hands-on learner.

Rating: E. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Warnings: Talk about sex, Implied intimacy, slight male nudity (chest/torso), teasing, dirty talk

a/n: I was thinking about how early in a relationship, Wrecker likely would just give his all 100% of the time and never hold back. How could he when you’re so amazing and he loves you so much? But I can also see him not understanding when his partner tried to explain why she may want to shift the mood to slow and passionate sometimes and feel bad about himself, thinking he wasn’t giving you what you wanted. And then the conversation wrote itself, and I worked out the rest to set it up. Hope you enjoy!

Song Reco: Guy What Takes His Time

Being with Wrecker was amazing. It was everything you ever wanted.

And sometimes, it was a little more than you wanted. Physically, at least.

Not that you couldn’t keep up with him. Honestly, there were times when Wrecker was the one keeping up in the bedroom. And he would never hurt you. He was far too careful about keeping his strength in check around you.

No, it was just that with too much frequency for your liking, Wrecker’s exuberance would overtake the mood.

You felt bad for even thinking that. Sex with Wrecker was … incredible. Intense. The feeling of his hands holding you so securely made you feel safe, precious, even as he stretched and filled you, pounding into you until you saw stars. It was like your pleasure was his single goal, and he pursued it with vigor, leaving you blissed out and mindlessly satisfied every time.

But you just wished that you could slow things down every once in a while. It was rare you two got much alone time at all. So when you raced toward the finish line when you had a few hours the other day left you feeling a bit sour afterward. And it made you realize that, while pleasurable, your encounters were all usually pretty quick.

Was it so wrong to want to indulge in your man?

That’s why, when you learned the others would be heading to the nearest trading outpost to pick up supplies, you steeled yourself to say something should the opportunity arise.

And sure enough, it did. You had just finished reorganizing the supply hold when you felt your lover’s firm arms snake around you and pull you flush against him.

“Hi pretty girl.” The rumble you felt through his chest almost sounded louder than the words in your ear. Giggling, you pushed back into him even further, placing your arms over his.

“Hey yourself.”

“You all done here?” he asked, his hands splaying out across your abdomen, claiming it.

“Yup!”

“Great!”

Never one to waste time on words, Wrecker picked you up with ease and hauled you backward into his bunk as you gave an undignified squeal. He bounced as he sat on his bed, bouncing you with him until you settled sideways on his lap. Before you could blink, his lips were on you, excited and demanding, as if his patience had finally run out.

It likely has.

You loved his enthusiasm. It was so easy to get lost in the genuine joy he had as he kissed you, touched you. It made you feel so … desired. It was heady and all consuming, a feeling you never wanted to lose. And for a moment, you considered holding your tongue.

But the nagging feeling of wanting to wring pleasure out of every moment you had together wouldn’t go away. Gently, you pushed back from him and took a steadying breath.

“Do you mind if we go a bit slower today?”

You weren’t sure exactly how Wrecker would react. But you probably should have expected the concerned look he gave you.

“Uh, yeah. Are you okay, Mesh’la? I didn’t push you, did I?”

Your stomach dropped at his subdued question. “No! No, baby, not at all! Sometimes it’s nice to change things up, ya know?”

The hand that had been resting on your hip came up to rub the back of his neck. “Not really. I like what we do. B-but I’m happy to try whatever ya want.”

Oh kriff, you were messing this up. “I love what we usually do, too! It’s just … I just … Ugh, I’m not explaining this right.” You sat in silence for a beat, trying and failing to put your desires into a coherent sentence. Clarity on how to move forward came slowly, but it did come eventually. “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

“Of course, baby! Why d’ya even have to ask?”

“I wanna try something … and I need you to trust me, OK?”

His smile was so bright, despite the lingering uncertainty you could see in the way his hand still rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll always trust ya.”

Your smile grew to match his. “Then take your shirt off and lay down for me, big guy.”

“Heh, I can do that.”

Wrecker stripped off his upper blacks and settled back on the bed, sliding his hips until he was perfectly centered with you sitting at his side.

“OK, now close your eyes and keep them closed.” He raised his scarred eyebrow at you, smile still painted on his lips. “I mean it! Eyes closed and don’t open them.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he chirped cheekily.

You leaned across him to meet his lips with your own. Unlike under his lead earlier, you kept the kiss light despite his attempts to push forward.

“Shhh, Wreck. Relax.” You cooed at him, pushing back against his chest with the lightest touch until he was still once more. “Don’t move. Just focus on how I make you feel.”

You could see the frown tugging at his plush lips and you smirked before moving up to soothe the furrow of his brow with another gentle kiss.

“Focus on how my lips feel on your skin,” you instructed in a whisper, moving said lips across his forehead and down to his ear before catching the lobe on your teeth. His hiss sent a jolt of warm delight through your stomach to settle deliciously in your core.

Yes, this is what you had been craving.

“I like that I can take my time kissing you.” You let your voice drop into a sultry husk, breathing your words out and letting that breath tickle the shell of his ear. Satisfaction curled along the base of your spine as you caught a glimpse of his hands curling into the sheets beneath him.

“Thank you for staying so still for me. I know it’s hard, baby. But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe across the delicate skin just under his jaw with enough pressure to pull just so against the shadow of scruff there, indulging on his responding moan.

“You taste so good for me. I want you to focus on how it feels when I taste you.” You could feel his breathing hitch and his heart increase as you drag yourself down his chest. Enticed by the broad expanse of golden skin splayed out before you, your fingers dance along the contours of his muscles.

“Think about how my fingers feel running feather light across your chest.” You barely brush over the peaks of his nipples, earning you a sweet whimper from your lover.

You very much wanted to do it again, but you had a point to make. And you knew Wrecker would never listen if he was too worked up.

Swallowing the temptation, you sat back and ran your fingers down his stomach. “You feel so good under my hands, baby. So strong and warm. And I don’t get to touch you nearly enough. I always want more.”

You then move over to run your hands along the rivets of his hips before scraping your nails gently over the fabric of his blacks, imagining how good it would feel to have the soft skin of his muscled thighs under you right now.

“Can you feel how every single cell feels like it’s buzzing, like it’s about to explode?”

Wrecker’s eyes popped open, the look of wonder and understanding in them halting the admonishment on your tongue. Instead, you felt a gentle smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“I want to make you feel like that more. It’s fun to go fast sometimes. But if you do it every time, you don’t get to enjoy the path you’re on. Going slow like this,” you purr as you lean forward to blanket his torso with your body, eyes falling level right in front of his, “means you can enjoy the journey so much more. You can even stop to savor your favorite parts longer.”

With a mischievous smirk, you ran your fingers back up his torso to catch on his nipples once again, sending a violent shudder through him and causing his hips to jump. A satisfied giggle escaped you at the feel of his very hard length against your side.

Before you could think any more about how well he responded to your teasing, Wrecker’s hand wrapped firmly around the back of your neck and pulled you forward and into a kiss.

But unlike last time, Wrecker didn’t push into you. Instead, he kept the pressure just firmer than “too light” before you felt the decadent slide of his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I get it now. My smart girl explained it so good to me.”

You glowed with his praise. “Glad I could hel—!” Your words devolved into an embarrassing yelp and your eyes slammed shut in surprise as Wrecker wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you to press you into the mattress. You suppressed a groan of your own, your core clenching around nothing at just how easily he could throw you around.

Your hips sought out his without conscious thought ... but found no relief. Your eyes opened, confused upon seeing Wrecker holding himself away from you.

“Wrecker?” You questioned, bending your knee to rub your leg against his until his hand engulfed your thigh, holding you in place with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, smart girl. I think I know just how to say thank you.”

You don’t know if teaching Wrecker the joys of taking his time in bed was your best decision or your worst. You may need another session to figure it out.

#my sweet wrecker #my sweet boy deserves everything #and i think once he's been teased #he would LOVE teasing and playing with his s/o #not all the time #but every so often he loves causing mischef #especially cause you're usually the calm one #so to see you all flustered and needy get's him GOING #wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #tbb #the bad batch #tbb wrecker

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aesthetic-basicspam · 6 months

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one of my favourite things about caswen is how ej can read ricky like a book.

he knows within seconds of meeting him that he’s not over nini simply by making eye contact.

he knows ricky is still falling for gina (and vice versa) the moment he interacts with him again at camp.

he knows that ricky wants his electric guitar just by hearing him talk about it (even though he was technically just saying anything to avoid the truth).

but he also knows that ricky won’t confront the truth without being pushed. so he pushes him.

basically this whole ramble is me saying that my favourite caswen headcanon (it’s a bit canon) is that ej sees through ricky’s delightful charm [snark] right away.

BONUS: i love how bewildered elton looks here, as if he thinks it’s ridiculous how richard doesn’t realise how goofy he sounds (and probably thinks richard is a little weird) and he looks like he’s wondering whether or not ricky notices he’s using humour as a distraction over the why are you here? question and the you’ve only come here because you have feelings for me my girlfriend, why the fuck are you talking to me? and touching me? question

#it’s like ur a mirror #uh oh #caswen #hsmtmts #ej caswell #ricky bowen #ricky x ej #like gina i’m sorry u fell for that sh*t but my boy would never #he knows he’s just a needy lost boy #read him for filth too THAT episode #yes and ricky hated ej for how different (less obvious) he was than him #college level caswen

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starlight-tav · 2 months

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Mortal Again

Gale x Trans Male Tav

Content: smut, minor act 2 spoilers, slightly angsty gale, lots of fluff and trust, anal sex (Amethyst uses magic to enlarge his bottom growth for penetration), hope

Summary: Gale doesn't know why Amethyst cares for him, but he finally confesses that he wants him. In return, Amethyst gives him everything.

Gale can hardly believe it on the best of days – that Amethyst would have affection for someone like him. He is a constellation of insecurity, ravenous ambition, and spurned desires. And now he is also given unto death by the gods themselves. What can he offer him, save for blathering lectures and ill-wrought witticisms?

Gods, but he wishes Tara were here; well, rather he wishes he were at home in Waterdeep and her good company. For all is foolhardiness, she offers him remarkably little judgment. Constructive criticism? Aplenty. But judgment? No. She only wishes to see him contented. And, if he were completely honest with himself, she seems to know better than he how to achieve that. Always has.

Gale draws in a surplus of breath and releases it like a field ox under heavy yoke. Amethyst's ears perk at the sound from his perch at Astarion's tent. To the vampire spawn's great relief, the half-elf's words trail off as he becomes distracted by the wizard's distress.

"Just go to him," Astarion groans, momentarily dropping his mending work to his lap. "And leave me to my task. You're annoying me."

Amethyst glares at Astarion and the spawn shoos him. The urge to stubbornly remain at his companion's side out of spite is strong, but the desire to investigate Gale's weariness is stronger.

Amethyst stands and crosses camp. He finds Gale seated on a stool, book unopened in his lap, with a ponderous frown creasing his brow.

"Care to share the burden, my dear?" Amethyst ventures, squatting in his usual way in front of Gale so he can look up into the wizard's eyes.

Immediately, Gale's brow softens, and a smile graces his lips as if unbidden. He opens his mouth to protest, but his thoughts of Tara chastise him as though she were actually present. She would urge him to be honest with one he claims to be so fond of. So, he asks Amethyst to join him for a walk.

The pair travel in companionable silence to a knoll blanketed in the dark grass so common here in the Shadow-cursed Lands. Gale sits first and then gestures for Amethyst to join him.

"I've been thinking about you," Gale begins, eyes trained on a crooked tree just ahead of them. "And how strange it is that you've come to care for me."

Amethyst's pale brows furrow as he examines Gale's expression. He doesn't know what he sees there, so he waits for Gale to continue.

"The truth is, I fear I have too little time left and even fewer virtues to give you. In a wry twist of fate, it seems that the very thing that could fashion me into a far worthier man would also bring our journey together to an end. You deserve more than a fool. More than a sacrificial lamb. More than I am. And yet…"

Gale suddenly turns to look at Amethyst, and just as Gale softened the moment he heard the half-elf's voice, so too did Amethyst melt into the warmth of the wizard's gaze.

"…And yet, selfishly, I want you. I want to give myself to you. A paltry offering, I am, but-"

Amethyst surges forward and quiets Gale with a touch of his lips to the corner of the wizard's mouth.

He pulls away from Gale, just enough to capture his eyes with his own, and assures him with confidence and grace, "There is nothing meager about what you are willing to share with me, Gale. I want it all. I want you. And you can have all of me in return."

Perhaps it is the earnestness with which Amethyst speaks, but Gale finds neither will nor word of protest within himself. Instead, he leans into his companion and kisses him delicately.

Amethyst responds eagerly, pressing into Gale's body, his hand finding the back of Gale's neck to pull him closer.

Gale marvels at the balance Amethyst strikes between insistence and restraint, and chuckles against his lips.

"What's so funny?" Amethyst asks, smiling in between pecks to Gale's cheek and jaw.

Gale's hand travels the length of Amethyst's arm and shoulder to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck as the warlock-sorcerer nips at his skin. "Nothing. You're perfect," he says. Amethyst hums against him and sucks lightly at his throat.

Gale moans, a quiet and desperate little sound.

"Like that?" Amethyst asks.

"Yes." Gale tugs on Amethyst's hair so the man looks up at him. "I'm all yours, Amethyst."

The way that Gale says it makes his meaning clear, and Amethyst grins before pressing an agonizingly chaste kiss to Gale's adam's apple.

"Want me to mark you?" He asks, nipping playfully. "Want me to write my desire into your skin?"

"Yes. Gods, yes."

Amethyst latches onto Gale, sucking bruises into the column of his throat, and Gale's grip in his white hair tightens.

The half-elf hums with pleasure at the sting on his scalp and the sound makes Gale's cock throb.

Gale nearly whimpers his lover's name and Amethyst bites him in response.

"I want to fuck you," Amethyst speaks against Gale's skin, voice darkened with need.

"I would like that very much." Gale cards his fingers through Amethyst's hair. "I want it to be perfect. I want to bond with you the way the gods do." Amethyst freezes for a brief moment, body gone rigid against Gale's before he slowly disentangles from the Wizard.

"What's wrong?" Gale asks, voice gone tight with restrained panic.

Amethyst uses both of his hands to tenderly hold Gale's face, thumbs gently tracing his cheek bones.

"Gale, I am no god," he says, sadness where desire filled his voice only a moment ago. "I neither need nor want perfection."

Like hearth fire, the words soothe something deep inside Gale's heart. Maybe Tara is not the only one with insight into Gale's needs.

"Okay," Gale smiles and presses his lips to Amethyst's forehead. "What do you have in mind?"

"Just be with me, hm?" Amethyst asks.

Gale nods.

Amethyst grins and stands, pulling Gale up with him. They return to camp and surreptitiously gather their bedrolls before returning to their secluded glade. They create a comfortable pallet for themselves and kneel naked before one another, lips joining in a feverish kiss.

Pink blooms beneath Amethyst's ravenous mouth from Gale's jaw to his hips, and it drives the wizard mad. When his lover's tongue finally meets his aching cock, Gale whines like he never has before.

"Please," he begs, adjusting his position so he can spread his legs to suit Amethyst's broad shoulders. "More."

Amethyst hums contentedly, dragging his tongue from base to tip before sucking the head into his mouth.

Gale's toes curl and he groans with the release of weeks of want. With anyone else, he'd have been embarrassed at his easy arousal, but Amethyst responds so greedily to his pleasure that he couldn't be ashamed even if he'd been able to think through the unspent lust.

The half-elf's teeth gently scrape along the underside of Gale's cock and the wizard trembles, his fists bunching in the blanket beneath them. Amethyst lets Gale fall from his mouth so he can speak an incantation to oil his fingers.

He presses the pad of his thumb to Gale's asshole and looks up at him, "May I?"

"Yes, by all means," Gale nods, grinning.

Amethyst dips his thumb into Gale for a brief moment before replacing it with his index finger. Gale had never had something this solid and warm inside of him before, and the feel of it sends sparks up the length of his spine.

"Amethyst, please," he requests sweetly.

Amethyst takes his dick back into his mouth, sinking his finger as far into Gale as it will go, and a melodic whine spills from between Gale's lips. Amethyst slips a second finger into Gale and the wizard gasps when he presses into his prostate.

"Oh, hells," Gale sighs. "More. Please, more."

Amethyst happily gives Gale what he asks of him. He swallows around his cock and soon presses a third finger into him.

"Amethyst, please, I'm close," Gale says, tangling his hand in his lover's hair.

Amethyst releases Gale from his mouth and halts his fingers, keeping him full but no longer stimulating him.

"Gale?"

Gale props himself up on an elbow to meet the warlock-sorcerer's gaze. "Yes, my love?"

"I'd like to fuck you now."

Gale quirks an eyebrow, "Is… that not what you've been doing?"

Amethyst chuckles and moves forward to kiss Gale. The wizard's asshole clenches around his fingers, and Amethyst pulls them out until Gale whines.

"I have something else in mind," the half-elf whispers. "Do you trust me?"

Gale nods, "Of course."

The warlock-sorcerer presses his lips to Gale's chastely and grins. He speaks an incantation and Gale's eyes widen. The wizard's eyes fall to the space between his lover's legs and watch as his small cock grows large enough to penetrate him. Gale's cheeks grow warm and his heart rate increases.

"Of all the ways I've used magic for intimacy, never have I considered this," he says, giggling with genuine glee.

"When you're a man like me, innovation is sometimes necessary," Amethyst smiles and Gale sees the vulnerability in his lilac eyes. He realizes belatedly that Amethyst may not have been as confident as he seemed earlier. His heart fills with admiration.

Gale kisses his lover and speaks his desire against his lips.

"I want you," he says. "I want your cock inside me. Please?"

Amethyst shivers and presses his tongue into Gale's mouth, voracious with lust and relief.

Gale feels the length of him between them as they embrace, and it stokes the fire burning in his belly.

"Amethyst, please," he urges, desperation growing.

Without further preamble, Amethyst dips his fingers into his own cunt and uses the slick to coat his cock. He lines himself with Gale's asshole and kisses him again as he presses inside.

Amethyst may not be a god, but his body meeting Gale's is an act of divinity such that Gale breathes his name in supplication.

"You feel so good," Amethyst praises him, panting into his neck as he rocks his hips against Gale's ass.

Gale hooks his ankles behind Amethyst's back, pulling him closer, deeper. Amethyst is hard and warm inside of him; and so, so corporeal. He is a comforting weight pressing him into the earth, so substantial – so real.

"More," he pleads.

Gale doesn't know how, but Amethyst understands what he needs. His lover tugs Gale's hair free of its tie and combs his fingers through it a few times before tugging his head back. Amethyst latches onto his wizard's neck, leaving marks upon his skin like tenets etched in stone.

Without warning, the heat in Gale's belly swells, and he cums between their bodies with a strangled cry of his lover's name.

"Fuck, Gale," Amethyst shudders and releases, his slick trickling down the inside of his own thigh.

Moments pass with them entangled, breathing in the scent of their coupling while their hearts race together. Amethyst lets go of his concentration, and his cock returns to its smaller state. Gale clenches around nothing, missing its warm immediately.

Amethyst affectionately noses the lines of Gale's orb marking, and it occurs to Gale that he is wholly satisfied. The revelation stirs his emotions and his eyes blur with unshed tears.

"I had forgotten," he starts to speak, pausing to swallow around the lump in his throat. "I had forgotten how good it could feel to be so mortal."

Amethyst's gem-like eyes meet his and Gale smiles.

"Thank you," the wizard says.

Amethyst kisses Gale, a sweet lingering touch of lips.

"You make me happy, Gale," Amethyst says with earnest adoration.

"You make me happy too," Gale promises.

They lay together for a long while before Gale conjures fresh water for them to wash up with. Amethyst balls up the blanket that was on top of their little pallet and promises himself it'll get washed tomorrow. He and Gale cuddle beneath Amethyst's raggedy quilt, which is thankfully mostly clean.

While Amethyst naps, Gale scratches lovingly at his scalp and considers himself anew. Tonight, he made love as mortals do – filthy, sweaty, earthen love – and it was the sweetest pleasure he's ever experienced. For the first time in well over a year, he feels truly happy. To be here. To be mortal. To be with a man who may yet love him.

This is hope, he thinks. And he resolves not to squander it. He will find a way to defeat the Absolute and to live, goddess be damned.

#gale has not had sex in a long time so he's needy okay #he's a good boy and i love him and want to give himi what he needs #also fuck mystra #also posted on ao3 #gale x male tav #trans male tav #trans tav #gale x named tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #gale smut #bg3 smut #my tav

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