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[darthannie]

Thanks for the tag, @queenofstresss !!!

Instead of tagging people directly I’ll just if you see this on your feed, do it! (if you want to 🖤)

Tag game!!!

Do this quiz

And this picrew

And tag people(obviously)

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[darthannie]

[darthannie]

My tav and Astarion 🫡

[darthannie]

I'm gonna start taking requests for Astarion fics, drabbles, and everything in between! Feel free to send anything in!!!! I wanna write for him more. Fluff, smut, all of it!

[darthannie]

like real people do

pairing: Astarion x reader

word count: 788 warnings: fluff, kissing, cuddling a/n: For my first Astarion fic I really wanted to explore what other type of intimacy he could receive because dear god I just want him to feel loved and cared for. And that can happen through sex, but I didn’t want to include that in this one. 

You were sore and wanted nothing more than a warm, relaxing bath. You’d come by an inn where you and your traveling companions could have a proper rest and a proper bath. However, you hadn’t expected to find Astarion sitting in the very bath you had your sights set on.

You immediately shielded your eyes with a sharp gasp, as if there was a need for modesty. As if you and Astarion hadn’t shared many nights together, exploring each other and all your capabilities.

“Oh come on, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he said with a grin. You sighed and smiled, removing your hand from in front of your eyes. “Need something?”, he asked. He looked gorgeous. His skin glowed. The tips of his hair were wet from the steamy bath. He seemed relaxed. 

You took him in as you responded, “Yes, I just… I thought the room was empty and I wanted to take a bath.”

He lifted his arm with a flourish, “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

Your weight shifted from one side to the other as you said, “You quite literally are stopping me.”

“Come on, there’s more than enough room for two. Don’t get shy on me now.”

You stood there for a moment, deep in thought until you relented. 

You walked towards the tub and you removed your shirt, pants, and undergarments. Astarion’s eyes followed your movements as you got into the tub. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” 

He could sense your hesitation. “Darling, relax. It’s just me.” He reached out for your hand and you laid it in his. He smiled at you before he decided he wanted more.

He propped himself up onto his knees and settled himself over you. He braced himself on the side of the tub while he grabbed your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He gave you a chaste kiss. He was unsure what a kiss would lead to at this moment, but he figured he’d rather find out.

He kissed you again, this time deeply. Lovingly. Your arm hooked over his shoulder and pulled him in closer. Your mouth opened slightly and you felt his tongue on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss turned sloppy before you pulled away. You suspected that if you didn’t stop then one thing would lead to another, and you didn’t just want to fulfill some expectation. You didn’t want it to go that way. You loved it when Astarion was passionate, but you didn’t always want that type of intimacy. And if he was honest with himself, neither did he. 

He cleared his throat as he started moving toward his side of the tub. The air was thick with steam and apprehension. “Wait,” you said, speaking before you were ready to. He froze. 

“Can we try something different?”

“Oh, darling, I like the sound of that.” His all too familiar sultry tone took over. 

“Come here.” You matched his energy.

“What for?” Thrown off by your command, he became cautious, unsure what he was in for. 

“Just trust me.” Trust. It was something he had been working on. This was one of those moments where he thought he could practice it. He looked at you, quizzically. 

“Alright, fine.” He got back up as if to kiss you but you put your hand on his chest. 

“No, face away from me and come close.” You smiled at him and his eyebrows furrowed. He sat back down and moved towards you until his back was against your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and he let out an almost comical sigh of relief. 

“This is… nice.” 

You held him as close as you could to your own body. You could feel the scars on his back. You thought about all that Astarion had told you and your mind turned to your own past. He interlaced his fingers with yours under the water. You squeezed his hand as the thoughts started to take over. He squeezed your hand. Focusing on his presence brought you back. 

His voice soothed you, “I like this,” he laid his head on your shoulder to face you, “I like us.”

“I like us, too.” You kissed his forehead. He hummed contently and kissed your cheek.

His head laid on your shoulder and you saw the bite marks on his neck. You felt so protective of him. So in love with him. You wanted to shield him from the world. You closed your eyes tight, promising to yourself, and him, that one day you could both live in peace. But until then, you were safe and he was in your arms til the water turned cold. 

[darthannie]

Listen. I think some Astarion fluff is around the corner because I am projecting SO HARD.

[darthannie]

day twenty-seven: phone sex with jim

pairing: Jim x f!reader word count: 1,063 warnings: cheating, age gap, mutual masturbation, fingering, almost caught a/n: listen what if he was cheating on his wife with someone younger from work? What then? kinktober masterlist

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at how your new silk set looked on you. Not bad, you thought. You snapped a couple of pictures, planning to send them to Jim.

You met each other through work and somehow got to know each other despite being in very different places in life. You became more than friends when you were joking around with him one day. His hand ended up in yours and he reached for your cheek. You closed the gap before he could pull you in for a kiss. You met up that day after work and had sex for the first time. Since then, your meetings have gotten more frequent, and the relationship more serious. 

You knew he was married with children and you would be lying if you didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about this arrangement, but not guilty enough to stop seeing him. Every time you were together your affinity for him only grew stronger. 

Instead of sending one of the photos you took, you decided to call him. It was late enough that his wife would be in bed asleep, and he had mentioned his kids were having a sleepover at a friend’s house. He had to be free at this hour. 

The phone only rang for a moment before he picked up.

“Hello?”, you said.

“Hi.” He sounded out of breath. He forgot to silence his phone and almost woke up his wife with your call. He ran out of the room to not wake her up. Thankfully, she didn’t stir. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I just missed you,” you said, your voice small. You’d never said anything like that to him before. You didn’t know exactly how he’d react.

“I miss you too,” he whispered. He was nervous, you had never called before. He sat at his kitchen table, trying to stay as quiet as possible. 

“When can I see you again?” You played with the string on your sweatpants. 

“Soon,” he paused for a moment before continuing. “How’s Wednesday sound? Same time and place.”  

A large grin formed on your face. “Wednesday works.”

“Great. I’m glad.” 

There was silence before you spoke. “You know, Jim, I was just getting ready for bed before I called. No one’s home.”

“I can’t come over-“

You stopped him, “No no. I know. I wouldn’t ask you to. I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been… starting to touch myself while thinking about you.”

He swallowed, “Yeah?”

“Mhm. I keep thinking about the way you touch me.” You started to rub your clit, already wet.

He heard your moans and bit his knuckle, debating if he should give in to your temptation. 

“How does it feel?” He asked so quietly he thought you hadn’t heard him.

You moaned, “Really good.”

“How wet are you?”

“Really, really wet.” You punctuated your sentence with a moan.

His breath hitched as he palmed himself through his pants. Your small moans motivated him to reach underneath and grab himself. His head tipped back for a second before he adjusted in his seat. 

“Have you fingered yourself yet?” His hand started to move.

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Better start,” he said as he pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock, dripping with precum. “Go slow. Start with just the tips of your fingers.” Your only response was the moans that escaped your mouth. He continued “Now put them in as far as possible. Curl them.”

You did what he said… over and over and over again. “Fuck, Jim,” you cried, “it feels so good. I want you inside of me. I need you so bad.”

He was panting now, stroking himself quickly, imagining he was thrusting into you and feeling your soft skin under his palms. 

“Need you too. It’s all I can think about.”

You slowed your movements, “You think about me that often?”

You listened to him let out a breathy moan, “You’re the first and last thing on my mind every day.”

“Jim-“

He deflected by telling you to rub your clit. You did what he said once he gave his instruction. You pressed your head into your pillow and whined, feeling like your hands weren’t enough. “God, I wanna taste you, love,” he exhaled as his hips bucked up into his hand, biting his lip as he got closer to his release. 

“Jim- fuck- I’m close.” 

“Cum for me,” he said. You put the phone next to your head as your other hand reached down. Two fingers moved in and out of you while you rubbed your clit. The sound of Jim’s low, breathy moans combined with your fingers made you cum almost as soon as he gave you the command. 

You screamed his name as your legs shook. Jim let out a moan that was a bit too loud for his liking as he came, knowing he would ruin his shirt. That wasn’t what he cared about. What mattered more was the rustling coming from upstairs, and light filling up the top of the staircase. 

Jim quickly hung up, fixed his pants, and took off his shirt, hiding it as best he could. His wife peeked out from around the corner. “Jim?”, she asked, half asleep. He replied with a simple “Uh huh” as she descended halfway down the staircase. “What are you doing down here? And where’s your shirt?”

“Too hot. Couldn’t sleep so I just came down here for a moment.” He tried to tell himself it was a good enough excuse. She took it at face value. “Alright, just come back to bed when you feel like it.”

“Will do,” he replied with a smile. 

She went back upstairs and the light turned off. Darkness surrounded him until his screen lit up. 

You sent him a text, “You okay?”

He replied, “My wife came downstairs. Nearly caught me.”

You cringed at the thought of her finding out. You sent, “Did she suspect anything?”

He smirked, “Not at all.”

He texted again, “Can I see you Monday? We could go for a walk or something.”

Your cheeks flushed. “See you Monday, Jim.” 

You put your phone down, but picked it right back up, opening your photos app and selecting the ones you took for him earlier. You hit send, hoping he;’s want to see your sooner than Monday. 

Taglist:

@devotedlyshadowytheorist, @dxnger-dxys, @tommyshelbywhore, @quinnlilias,@madnessandobsession, @mvpr-moon, @nela-cutie, @faebirdie, @charmed-asylum, @anasanthology, @ilikefictionalmen, @akanne-aka, @no-fooking-fighting,@queenofstresss, @flwrs4aust, @mrkdvidal1989, @00hsv, @laylasbunbunny

[darthannie]

I fear the multi part of this blog is going to manifest soon… I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate 3 and I can’t resist a vampire in any type of media. I’ve only played 25 hours. It’s gonna get worse.

[darthannie]

Hey y'all! So I'm opening requests again in hopes that'll motivate me to write more! Send in anything my way and hopefully I'll get to it. Love yall!

[darthannie]

day twenty-six: thigh riding with neil lewis

pairing: Neil Lewis x f!reader word count: 821 warnings: kissing, thigh riding, Neil is fully clothed (reader not so much), getting caught(ish) a/n: It is indeed the new year, but I don't wanna dnf so these will still be coming out! I think they're fun! kinktober masterlist

“I guess I’ll see ya next time,” you muttered as you got up to gather your things. Everyone had already gone from movie night and it was just you and Neil. 

He reached out to stop you “Wait, why don’t you stay? I could toss on 2001 or Night of the Living Dead or something?”

You considered it. “Throw on Psycho. Seen it a thousand times, but never with you, ya know?”

“Right! Yeah, sure,” he got up and milled around for a second, before walking towards a shelf labeled “HITCHCOCK”. His finger ran across the tapes, “Let’s see… got it!” He ran back and put the movie in the player. 

You sat back down on the couch and he sat next to you. The energy was similar to being alone with a high school crush for the first time. You readjusted to lay down on his lap.

“What are you doing?”, he asked as a grin formed. 

“Getting comfortable.” You adjusted your head in his lap and he shifted his body. You laid your hand over his thigh, squeezing slightly. He laid his arm over your body. You’d never touched each other this much. The most contact you’d given each other was eye contact. 

You stayed like this for a while, adjusting slightly here and there. About halfway into the film, you felt his hand moving towards the hem of your shirt. He tested the waters, slowly lifting your shirt and laying his palm flat against your skin. 

“Neil…” you said as you turned on your back.

“Yes?”, he responded, hoping you weren’t about to tell him to stop. 

“Why are you touching me like that?” You sat up and faced him.

He immediately removed his hand and became rather sheepish. He stuttered a bit as he said. “I just thought- I thought maybe- Maybe- You know- You maybe felt some kind of way about me.”

You stared at him for a moment before your lips crashed into his. 

He cocked his head over and pulled you in closer. His hand went back to your waist but this time it moved down to the button of your jeans. Feeling bold, you pulled away and got up to remove your pants yourself. 

“Those too,” he said gesturing to your underwear. He watched you closely. You smirked and chuckled lightly. You took them off and dropped them to the floor. 

“Now come here.”

You shifted towards him. He reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you down right on his thigh. Your bare skin on his clothed thigh felt weird, but not uncomfortable. His hands landed on your hips as you settled on him. 

“Move.” His eyes were stuck on yours, waiting for you to follow his plea. You bucked your hips slightly. Your knee was in between his legs, brushing softly against him through his pants. He let out a sigh as you continued to buck your hips. You leaned forward and put your head in the crook of his neck, kissing him and moaning softly as you continued rutting up against him.

You felt so needy. His hands reached around and he grabbed your ass, pulling you towards him. He kept his hands there as you cupped his face to kiss him. He pulled away and kissed your neck, nipping at your skin lightly. Your moans got a little louder but they stopped when you heard familiar voices outside.

Your eyes widened. You hopped off him and quickly pulled your pants back on. Neil tried his best to hide his erection and the wet spot that had formed on his thigh. The rustling of keys stopped, and the voices got louder as the door opened. The full-blown conversation turned into murmurs as Jonathan and Lucien saw the two of you on separate sides of the couch. You sat up pin straight and Neil cleared his throat.

“Forget something?”, Neil asked. The two men by the door looked between you and Neil. 

Jonathan smirked, “Yeah I just left my cell behind the counter. Lucian, did you forget anything?”

Lucian felt the awkward energy in the room and he did not like it. “No, I didn’t,” he stepped towards the door saying, “See you tomorrow!” before running out. Jonathan trailed behind him, putting the key in the door, turning it, and checking the knob to make sure it didn’t budge. 

“See you tomorrow, guys,” said Jonathan. He pulled the door back and turned to look at the both of you. “Two things,” he pointed at you, “Your underwear is on the floor. AND if you guys are FINALLY gonna get together, anywhere but the couch. Please.”

“Sure thing!”, you shouted as he left. You didn’t even face him as you said it. Your eyes were stuck on the screen.

When he left, you looked over at Neil who had a smirk on his face. Everything was about to happen on that couch. 

Taglist:

@devotedlyshadowytheorist, @dxnger-dxys, @tommyshelbywhore, @quinnlilias,@madnessandobsession, @mvpr-moon, @nela-cutie, @faebirdie, @charmed-asylum, @anasanthology, @ilikefictionalmen, @akanne-aka, @no-fooking-fighting,@queenofstresss, @flwrs4aust, @mrkdvidal1989, @00hsv, @laylasbunbunny

[darthannie]

i told you, robert, no more fucking flowers 💐

bonus:

[darthannie]

I mean it’s two people but hey I’ll take it! I also am obsessed with this song it’s so good.

idk who to tag but I encourage anyone to take part!

Last photo/Last song

challenge -> you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

Thanks for the tag @beastofburdenxo ❤️

(these kinda fit tho ↑)

I'll tag: @youremyvioleta, @queenshelby, @darkshelbyfiction, @darthannie, @gypsy-girl-08, @floralcyanide, @lucrativesoul, @hispg, @iwantyouinacage, @multi-fandom-imagine, @mypoisonedvine, @mysaintkitten

There's few lol

[darthannie]

Oppenheimer 2023 | Christopher Nolan

[darthannie]

day twenty-five: dom/sub dynamic with dom!raymond leon

pairing: Raymond Leon x f!Reader word count: 935 warnings: facefucking, use of “puppy” and “baby”, praise, begging, impact play, hair pulling, a/n: THE RETURN OF DAD’S BUSINESS FRIEND. I guess this can be seen as part two of the somnophilia fic. Also, listen we all know it’s not October but these will keep coming out whenever I want basically. They will all come out eventually please bear with me! <3

kinktober masterlist

Raymond liked to come to you when your dad wasn’t home. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find times that he wasn’t there. Over time, he had become quite in tune with the hours your father kept. He wasn’t always this lucky. He knew your father would be caught up elsewhere. 

Your arrangement was straightforward. You were committed to each other, and no one else had to know. There were days when Raymond needed to exercise some more dominance over you and you gladly obliged. On the rare occasion, he opened up to you, he let you take care of him. Though, he rarely ever submitted and much preferred to take care of you. 

When he arrived at your door he barged in. He found you reading on your bed. You put the book down and before you could say anything he grabbed your arm and took an hour from you. “Strip,” he said pointedly. You felt a bundle of nerves begin to form in your stomach. You always got nervous around him. Not because you thought he would hurt you, but because you wanted to please him. You didn’t want to lose him. 

Right after he took the hour you got working. You didn’t even get off the bed when you started taking off your shirt. Your nipples hardened as you felt the cool air hit them. Your bottoms came off just as fast. 

“On your knees. Quickly.” He stroked your head as you got on your knees and unbuttoned his pants. That one loving gesture was the fuel in your fire. He knew exactly how to get you in your place. He grabbed your head and started moving at his own pace. 

“Good little puppy,” he drew out. You used your tongue in ways to make him shiver, making sure to do exactly what he liked. He continued moving, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. He pulled your head towards him and held it there, making you choke. When he finally relented you gasped for air. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath desperately. He briefly considered putting himself back in your mouth but he took pity on you. He grabbed your chin so you could look up at him.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, you know the drill.”

“Yes Sir,” you said as you quickly followed his command. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him before you could find any balance. His hand found its way between your legs, running his fingers up and down your pussy. 

He cupped you with his hand. “Whose is this?”

“Yours,” you said.

“Who owns this cunt?” 

“You do, Sir.”

You moaned loudly as he thrust inside you quickly and didn’t move further. “Does my good girl want me to move?” 

“Yes!”

“Not enough. Beg for it.” He punctuated his statement with a slap on your ass. You weren’t expecting him to spank you, and the shock of the impact caused you to move away from him. You took advantage and sunk back against him. That didn’t go unnoticed. He grabbed your hips and held you against him. “I said to beg.”

But you didn’t feel like begging. 

Your silence was taken as defiance. He had enough and grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck pulling you up against him. You yelped as the pain shoved you back into submission. “You don’t wanna beg for me,” he whispered into your ear. You mewled and he lightly slapped your face. “No reason to beg?” His hips bucked up, making you moan loudly. “Puppy doesn’t want it?” 

“I want it. I want it!” you cried. He slapped you again. The sting on your face was fuel to the fire. “Please fuck me. I need you to move. Please, please, please. Fuck. I’m yours, Sir. Please, move.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears.

He let go of your hair and you fell to the bed. His hands rested on your hips as he started to move. His strokes were hard and fast. His groans were soft as he tossed his head back. You squeezed around him. “Such a good girl. Always such a good girl,” he repeated.

He pulled out and you moaned at the loss. He guided you on your back and brought your legs up on the bed. He crawled on top of you and found your entrance again. He gasped at the new angle. He looked into your eyes as he thrust into you slowly. He leaned down to kiss you. It was soft at first. He reeled you in with the tenderness. He deepened the kiss as his thrusts became faster and harder. He was close and so were you. 

You spoke through your teeth, whining. “Raymond, cum in me.” 

He groaned, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and guided him into another kiss. He thrust in deep before summing inside you, filling you up as much as he could. He kissed your neck as you both caught your breath. You wondered if he would let you cuddle him after. If he would let the softer side of him take over. He sighed as he rolled off you, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. “He’s coming back soon you know.” 

“I know,” you replied. 

Just as you were about to get up he stretched out his arm, beaconing you to curl up against him. You knew you wouldn’t have much time, but you’d take what little you could get.

Taglist:

@devotedlyshadowytheorist, @dxnger-dxys, @tommyshelbywhore, @quinnlilias,@madnessandobsession, @mvpr-moon, @nela-cutie, @faebirdie, @charmed-asylum, @anasanthology, @ilikefictionalmen, @akanne-aka, @no-fooking-fighting,@queenofstresss, @flwrs4aust, @mrkdvidal1989, @00hsv, @laylasbunbunny

[darthannie]

Cillian Murphy in Oppenheimer (2023) dir. Christopher Nolan

[darthannie]

day twenty-four: age difference with jim

pairing: Jim x f!reader word count: 1,500 warnings: age gap relationship, almost sugar daddy! Jim (will have to look into that, it’s making me think things), fingering, unprotected p in v a/n: This one took longer and work stopped me from writting but HERE WE ARE. I need him so terribly it's not fair. kinktober masterlist

Dating apps were tricky. Your friend convinced you to up the age settings in the multiple apps that you used. She really didn’t have to say much. She simply showed you all the men that showed up on her app and you knew you had to follow suit. They weren’t all winners, but some of them stood out. Day in and day out you received multiple matches. One in particular seemed to be going somewhere. You matched with a man named Jim. He was about nineteen years older than you and he was gorgeous. You didn’t understand how a man like that could be single, but you guessed you’d find out soon enough.

You had always thought about being with an older man but didn’t think you’d go through with it. The hushed conversations at three in the morning proved that you were more than willing to follow through. You were opening up to each other even before your first meeting. You found out he was recently divorced. He confessed that he cheated on her, which took you aback. But, that answered your question. That’s why he was single. But, you grew to understand. It wasn’t like you didn’t have your skeletons.

You both were in the same boat though. You were not looking for anything serious and you both needed something new. You were becoming his something new. It took a couple of weeks before the conversation turned sexual. His messages made you blush and yearn for him. Sexting was not something you’d done much in the past. But, for Jim, you sent anything he asked for. It was thrilling to have an attractive older man lust for you. He sent you money to buy lingerie in his favorite color. You smiled as you remembered the soft purple fabric you hid away for a special occasion.

He invited you out to dinner, wanting to take you out first before going further. You were surprised this was his version of “nothing serious”. The restaurant was upscale and the menu prices reflected that. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head when you saw how much a pasta dish cost. He chuckled, “Don’t worry about the cost. I’m taking care of the bill. Get whatever you think looks good, love.”

One thing you weren’t expecting was getting weird looks from some of the wait staff. You were insecure about it, but whenever you looked back at Jim you felt just fine. Things felt easy with him. In such a short time, you were already attached to him. You knew catching feelings for a man much older than you would bring forth questions from friends and family, especially if you ended up together. For now, he was your best kept secret.

Dinner went by too quickly. You both didn’t want the night to end, so you ended up at his apartment. It was nice. Modern. Better than what you had going on at your apartment. You tossed your purse on the couch and sat next to it. Your dress rode up, exposing more of your thighs. He took notice as he sat down next to you. You stretched as he got comfortable. He was watching your every move. You made eye contact for a few moments and sat in an awkward silence.

“What?”, you chuckled.

“Nothing,” he smiled, “you’re just so beautiful. I can’t help but stare.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and you kissed him before your brain could tell you not to. He was ready for it, kissing you back feverishly, placing his hand on the side of your face to pull you even closer. You straddled him on the couch and put your hands on his chest, kissing down to his neck. His hands rested on your waist, gripping your hips and pulling you down. You bucked your hips, seeking any bit of friction you could. His head leaned back as he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of your lips on his neck. When he opened his eyes, you were looking back at him.

“I need you, Jim. Really bad.” Your voice was desperate.

“A young woman like you being with an old man like me. Are you sure?”, he asked.

You laughed, “More than sure. Plus, you’re not that old.” Now it was his turn to laugh. He was painfully aware of how this looked, but he didn’t care. He was in awe of you. He felt lucky that you were even in his home, let alone on his lap asking him to fuck you.

“Come,” he said. He led you to his bedroom and you threw yourself on his bed, rolling over to lay on your back and nuzzling the pillows. He stood over the bed, smiling down at you. You made a “come here” motion with your pointer finger and he rolled his eyes before crawling over you. He planted kisses all over you, starting with your face and moving to your neck and shoulders. You scrunched up your dress and he followed your lead, pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He took off his shirt and undid his pants, pulling them down. He admired your figure underneath him, wearing his favorite color.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. The feeling of his body against yours, his hands working on your bra, and finally his hand cupping you over your panties was overwhelming. “Is this for me?”, he said patting over the fabric. A giggle escaped your lips, “Yes, all yours.” He grinned and used his fingers to pull them aside. His fingers slipped right inside you, earning him a whimper. All it took was that one sound to make him addicted to you. His goal for the foreseeable future was to have you make those sounds as much as possible. He watched you as you looked down, jaw dropped at the feeling of his fingers working inside you. You wanted to skip all the formalities. No more foreplay. You just needed him inside of you. The sight of him, almost naked, turned you on even more.

You ran your fingers through his greying hair. He looked very good for his age. Images of the two of you together swirled around your brain. Going on long walks, going out to dinner, moving in together. Maybe this was just a one-time thing, but you’d be damned if it was. His weight shifted on the bed, pulling you out of your daydream. He pulled down his underwear and you got a good look at him. Your mouth watered. He stroked himself a couple of times before reaching over to grab a condom.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t wait any longer.” He sounded needy.

You put out your hand as he reached for the bedside table. “Do we have to use one?”

He raised an eyebrow as he spoke, “Do you not want to use one?”

“I don’t. I want to feel you. All of you.” He moved his hand away from the nightstand and cupped your cheek, ardently kissing your lips. He used his other hand to line himself up at your entrance, teasing you with the tip. Grunts and moans filled the room when he finally sank into you. You grabbed his head and pulled him into a sloppy kiss as he started moving in and out of you. His pace was moderate; it was clear he was trying to savor the moment. It wasn’t every day he was able to be with someone half his age, but he desperately wanted this to be an everyday affair. He stared into your eyes and his mouth fell open as he moaned. He leaned down and kissed your neck as he said your name before you moaned his.

He pulled back and his pace quickened. The eye contact was making you weak. You thought about asking him to finish inside you and he thought the same, but that was off the table. You both knew better than to risk anything. Your orgasm hit you first and his followed soon after. He pulled out and came on your stomach. You watched as he made a mess of you. When you both caught your breath he quickly slipped out of the room saying, “Wait right there.” You exhaled with a smile, wondering where else you’d be going at that moment.

He returned with a warm cloth and cleaned you off. He got back in bed and gestured for you to cuddle up against him. You looked up at him, admiring the faint lines on his face. He took your hand and placed his palm against yours. He looked down at you as he interlaced his fingers with yours. He kissed the top of your hand.

He was hopeful when he asked “Would you like to stay the night? I wouldn’t mind the company.”

You hid your excited smile and collected yourself before looking back at him. “I’d love to.”

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[darthannie]

day twenty-three: knife play with thomas shelby 

pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!reader word count: 608 warnings: knife, little blood, fingering a/n: First fic back, yay! Would Tommy probably have a gun instead? Probably but just go with me on this one. kinktober masterlist

Breaking into Thomas Shelby’s house was easier than you thought. Though, it was more like an estate than a house. Well aren’t I lucky, you thought. You got inside and snuck through the house, struggling to find his office in the dark. You were to get in, get out, and get far away from there. 

You scoured the halls, not making a single sound. Intuition told you to check the door to your left. You turned the nob and it opened quietly. You stood in the door frame, triumphant. Right as you moved, an arm snaked around your waist and you felt something cold on your neck. 

“It’s not polite to show up to someone’s house unannounced,” whispered Tommy. 

“Thomas Shelby, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you.” He pressed the metal on your skin, not enough to cause an abrasion, but enough for you to feel the threat of cool metal on your warm skin. Your breath hitched as his body pressed against yours, making you shiver. 

He kept his voice low, “Now you’re going to tell me who sent you. And I will let you go.”

“I cannot give you that information, Mr. Shelby,” you whispered.

“I’m not going to take it by force, but I supposed I’ll just have to fuck it out of you instead.” Before you could question him he forced you over to his desk, removing the knife from your neck to clear off part of the desk. You hinged at the waist as he bent you over the desk. You looked back at him.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop. Otherwise, this might not be enjoyable. What’ll it be?”

“Fuck me, Mr. Shelby,” you said biting your lip. He lifted your dress and slipped the blade underneath your various undergarments and cut through them with ease. Once bare, he dragged the knife along your ass, teasing you with the blade. 

You could have sworn he cut you. You reached back and felt around. When you checked your hand there was a smudged bit of blood on your fingertips.

“Mr. Shelby, I believe you drew blood.”

“I believe I did.” His fingers found their way to your entrance. He felt as your wet hole took him in. He moved slowly as he prepped you. Satified with how wet you were, he laid the flat against your pussy. 

“Are you ready to tell me who sent you?” His fingers curled inside you and your back arched. 

“No, Mr. Shelby. I think you’re going to have to try harder.” 

He removed the knife and you felt him line himself up and thrust in you, hard. He started thrusting and pulling you up by the neck, your body now right up against his. He moved his hand to your waist. The previously forgotten knife found its way back to your neck. Tommy turned the edge away from you, careful not to accidentally slit your throat. Even still, the fact that there was even a chance he could cut you was thrilling. Your moans filled the room as his pace evened out. The items on the desk trembled. 

“By the end of the night, you will give me the information I need or I will put this blade to good use.” He tried to sound threatening, but a bit of play came out in his voice. The blade found its way to the side of your right thigh, moving up slowly. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk, needing to hold onto something as a chill ran down your spine. 

Breathlessly, you quipped back, “I’d quite like to see you try, Mr. Shelby.”

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