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“guys” i say to the singular person i’m talking to

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…. checks out ….

#25 on Spotify wrapped says how 2025 is going to go. how's it going for you?

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James McAvoy - Speak No Evil (2024) From the new featurette

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professor xavier who treats you like a gentleman should. he holds doors for you, he walks with his hand politely at your lower back, but never quite touches you without permission. he tells you how lovely you look, gives you kind smiles in the halls and always makes sure to say “hello” in the mornings.

professor xavier who likes to drop off books at your door that he thinks you might enjoy, always leaving a little post it on them that says “from charles xx”. he loves to feed your imagination and your mind in general, endeared by the way your eyes light up when he watches you read a particularly interesting passage.

professor xavier who knows exactly how you like your tea or coffee, always kind enough to make a cup for you whenever he’s in the kitchen. he fills his own tea full of sugar, so much so that you’re certain you could stand a spoon up in it. you wonder if that’s what keeps him so sweet.

and then there’s charles.

charles who pins you to the door in his office, his hands holding yours on either side of your head. his palms are pressed to your own, fingers threaded through yours as he kisses you slow and deep. you can taste the sugar from his tea on his tongue, making your head swim.

charles who presses his firm thigh between your own, smirking against your mouth at the way you gasp into his kiss. he doesn’t need to tap into your mind to know that you want this; he can feel you grinding down on his leg, your hips rocking back and forth slightly.

charles who gets a little mouthy, a little patronizing as he watches you squirm. “pretty little thing,” he coos, lips pressing against your throat. “i think you’re getting close.” he knows, of course, that you are. you’ve been desperately grinding against his leg, your own thighs trembling now. when you fall over the edge and gasp out his name, he hums low in his chest. “so gorgeous, darling. look so gorgeous coming like this,” he murmurs.

professor charles xavier knows exactly how to treat you every time, it seems.

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Last Call

Patrick "Paddy" Feld (Speak No Evil) x female reader

MDNI - 18+

pairing - Paddy x female reader

summary - working at a small pub, you meet a sexy mystery man. He's just another customer - until he's not

w/c - 1400+

t/w - unprotected sex, Paddy is a tiny bit rough (he's a trigger warning by himself), mirror play?

a/n - not sure what it says about me that this morally bankrupt character is the one who broke me out of my year+ long writer's block, but here we are. For the purposes of this, reader has no idea what Paddy gets up to in his spare time

Starting over was such a pain in the ass. You never pictured that you would be here, 30 and divorced. It had come as such a surprise that your head was still reeling. Deciding on a clean break, you had packed up your belongings, taking little more than the essentials and your beloved cat, and set off, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.

Settling in a little village in the West Country, you found yourself adjusting to your new life a lot easier than you expected. The pace was so much slower there compared to the city, and you quickly found a job bartending in a small pub. You loved working nights, listening to the stories exchanged by the locals. You mainly dealt with the same group of regulars, and their welcoming attitude was helping you to come out of your shell.

You had first noticed him come in late one Saturday night. He was the kind of man who commanded everyone’s attention. He was loud and outspoken, his voice and laughter carrying throughout the room. You overheard some of the other customers call him Paddy.

You were immediately attracted to him, his demeanor so different from your ex that it was intoxicating. He always flirted with you, but you never took it to mean anything since he was that way with everyone. The more you were around him though, the more he began to consume your thoughts. Picturing the way those muscular arms would feel wrapped around you, how his stubble would feel against your thighs when he was between your legs…

There was just one problem - he was married. His wife was always with him. She actually seemed really nice, which only served to make you feel more guilty about the amount of time you spent fantasizing about her husband. That’s all it ever could be though - you might be a lot of things, but you weren’t a homewrecker. You and your vibrator had become best friends. You could at least have him in your head, right?

Maybe that was why you were so flustered when you realized that this particular night he came in alone. “Hey Paddy, what can I get you?” you asked, trying to keep your expression neutral. It was becoming harder and harder to be around him, and you didn’t know what to do about it. “Surprise me,” he replied, watching you as you poured him a drink and slid it over.

“Where’s Ciara?” you asked. An expression you couldn’t quite judge crossed his face before he replied. “She’s not feeling well and decided to stay home.” Your heart sped up at the thought that you could spend time with him alone. And you did - when you weren’t busy with someone else, Paddy kept you entertained with endless stories and conversation. The other patrons began paying their tabs and heading for the exit. Realizing that just you and he were left in the building, you checked your watch. You couldn’t believe the time.

“Last call. Can I get you anything else?” you asked as you dried the glass in your hand. The old jukebox in the corner was belting out Black Velvet. It was a little too perfect. He looked at you, his expression suddenly serious. “I do want something else, but it’s a little off-menu. “What on earth are you talking about?” you asked, having no idea where this was going.

“Darlin’, what I want is you .” Your stomach felt like it dropped out of your body. Is this really happening?? “B-b-but what about Ciara?” you stammered, barely able to string a sentence together. “It’s fine, occasionally we dine out. Helps keep it fresh. She doesn’t care,” he replied, standing and walking his way behind the bar toward you.

You couldn’t hear the music anymore, just the deafening sound of your heartbeat pounding. He stood in front of you, and your brain froze. All you could think was that he smelled so damn good, so manly, and it made your mouth water.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as much as I do,” he said. The look on his face was half smile, half cocky smirk, and it made you want to rip his clothes off. Instead, you just nodded, throwing the towel you were holding to the side. Quickly making sure the door was locked and flipping over the closed sign, you returned to him.

He leaned in, tracing his fingertips down your jawline, kissing you slowly at first. You could taste the alcohol on his breath. Backing you up against the bar top, you could see the lust in his eyes. He looked almost hungry.

The heat inside you was already building as his tongue licked a line down your collarbone. Throwing your tank top off to the side, he traced the lace edge of your bra and groaned. “Mmmm, so beautiful darlin’,” he said, unhooking it and throwing it behind you to land on a bottle of whiskey. The chill in the air immediately hardened your nipples, which he took turns taking inside his warm mouth. Your brain felt like cotton candy, all coherent thoughts leaving you as he expertly sucked and bit at you.

Removing the last of your clothes, you stood bare before him. “This seems a little one sided, Paddy,” you teased as you stripped him of everything he had on. Once he was also naked and you really looked at him, you sucked in a breath. He was even more gorgeous than you thought possible.

He wasted little time with foreplay, turning you around and bending you over a nearby stool. He teased your entrance, but you didn’t think anything could prepare you for his size. He took his time, letting you adjust to the sweet stretch of him filling you up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips. You nodded, and then all bets were off. He slammed into you, fully enveloping himself in your warmth. “Damn, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he worked your body over. “S-s-s-sorry, it’s been a while,” you managed to choke out between thrusts. “Feels so fucking perfect,” he replied, his hands roaming all over you. You could already feel that familiar pressure building in your abdomen, impending bliss already blooming inside you.

One hand gripped your breast and the other reached up and wrapped around your throat. Applying slight pressure, he pulled your upper body taut. There was a giant mirror behind the bar. “I want you to look up. Watch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear. Fingertips dug into your throat just a little tighter, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, and you did just that.

You didn’t recognize the version of yourself you saw in the mirror’s reflection. Disheveled hair, sweat beginning to drip down your face, you looked happy for the first time in a long time.

“Paddy,” you moaned, bucking your hips back into him even harder. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, you’re going to watch me make you cum,” he growled.

You had never felt more exposed, or more aroused. Your ex would never have dared to talk to you this way during sex. Paddy was unlocking some primal side to you, and you were loving every minute. His hand moved away from your throat, allowing you to breathe fully again. He started rubbing slow circles on your clit. Contrasting with the fast pace at which he was still thrusting into you, it felt like all your nerve endings were on fire. You felt yourself about to tip over the edge. Still watching your reflection in the mirror, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. “That’s my girl. You look so beautiful when you’re coming undone,” Paddy said, fucking you through your high. While you were still clenching around him, he also came, filling you full.

Almost collapsing against the bar top, your body felt like jelly. He slowly pulled himself out of you. He threw his pants back on and retrieved your scattered clothes, handing them to you. “I’ll never be able to look at this place the same way again,” you said, cheeks burning as you glanced at the mirror behind him.

“So, same time next week?” he asked with a wink. That familiar heat started to build just thinking of the possibilities. You watched him walk toward the door, his jeans hugging him in all the right places. “I’ll be here.”

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"Ohho, well that is very...sweet of you to say..."

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i need him in a way that is deeply concerning to feminism.

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Is it too extreme to say I'd let him do heinous terrible things to me

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Neil Newbon as Nikolai in Beyond the Rave

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Neil Newbon as Simon Walker in Hollyoaks

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I haven't seen one for him yet, so here it is.

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This spell should be a cantrip for Gale.

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Astarion messing up in public and pleading for forgiveness behind closed doors.

Astarion who doesn't explicitly apologize straight away but is so guilt ridden he can't take his eyes off the person he wronged.

Astarion who tries to catch your eye from across the room as a silent gesture.

"We need to be alone. We need to speak. Notice me."

Astarion who sneaks up on you when you least expect it and at that moment doesn't know how to express remorse, because all he feels is shame.

"Oh come now. Surely it wasn't such a terrible thing that I did/said. I've done way worse to others."

Astarion who yearns for the first time to express something with his body because the words sound wrong, damn it. Astarion who goes in for a touch and for the first time sees you retreat... flinch even.

That moment he realizes in the absence of your warmth, that he longs to be touched. Not by everyone, not always, but by you and in that moment.

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I thought I'd share this because I love how much fun Neil and his wife are having and how down to earth the voice actor is. If you watch you can see Sam Riegel's face at the end too! Credit is to the R House who shared this on their social media!

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sleeve shenanigans part three

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#8 Ascended Astarion x Reader 🥵🥵🥵 because I want to just keel over and die, apparently

“I’m going to ruin you”

From my smut asks | Ascended Astarion x reader

Your dress was too tight, but no matter. It’s on the floor at your feet. A pile of silken shreds.

Ruined.

Your face is warm and wet, tears running down your face. Kohl smeared down your cheeks and scarlet lipstick wiped across your chin. But it’s also no matter, the shade of paint matches the drying dribbles of blood from your lips and neck anyway. From where he’s drunk his fill from your body. A perfect match of color, meant just for him.

Or so he says.

A pretty face, now ruined, too.

As for his face�� well… that’s buried in your cunt, lapping and sucking at your clit. His fingers stroke you, his nails digging just slightly, just enough into the ridges of your channel to bring you close. Your orgasm is so close you can taste it, like static on your tongue and fire in your veins. “Good pet,” he purrs, his lips lifting slightly as he speaks to catch the lips to your cunt on the tips of his fangs, “how delicious you are… blood like the finest vintage and essence like the sweetest of nectars. Such perfection.” He croons as he flashes his crimson eyes that seem to glow in the dim firelight up at you, his silver hair framed between your quivering thighs. “But such perfection is meant to be owned, to be possessed.”

He bares his fangs at you as he leans towards, eyes drinking in the way you come on his fingers as they catch that innermost secret spot in your cunt. “Perfection never lasts,” he croons as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them, sucking your juices with swipe after swipe of his curling tongue. “It is made to be ruined,” he chuckles, clutching your thighs to lift your ass. One thrust and he’s speared you on his cock. The pulsing, throbbing hardness rams against your cervix as you scream. The downy mattress bends under your combined weight. His skin is lustrous like pearl and rippling with corded muscle, the body of a warrior, last testament to the selfless hero of Baldur’s Gate he once was. Now, the Ascendant feats on your blood and cunt, eyes glowing with intense satisfaction as he watches you unravel more and more with every second you spend under him.

“You are perfect,” he just purrs again and nips at your lower lip, his voice a melody over the rhythm of his snapping hips, “and I’m going to ruin you.”