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am i right or am i right

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In the pediatric hospital today and I keep thinking about Art taking Lily to her appointments through the years :( flinching just as hard if not more when she has to take her shots as a baby on the verge of sobbing when she screams, it doesn’t get any better as she grows up he sits her on his lap tries to distract her with a hello kitty keychain he keeps on his house keys just for her she always ends up getting so many treats after whatever she wants you name it. A Mc Donald’s meal done, a trip to Ben and Jerry’s he’ll do it toys r us shopping haul he’s up for it. If tashi tries to reign him in not wanting to spoil her he makes sure to hide their little post medical excursions

He loves his little girl 💕

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i need a fic where hannibal or will is still a virgin

Oh this would definitely occur in college or university for Will. The shy, never stay at one place, timid boy just roaming the hallways. Until he is suddenly dragged into the quieter part of the building.

Your hand around his wrist. Dragging him away from eyes as he keeps his down. His lips parting to protest but the warm touch of your palm on his skin making his pale skin crimson red.

Not even a minute later, he is pushed against the wall. Your lips against his neck as your kiss however you like. One hand wrapped around his needy cock. His hands spasming against the wall.

Your wrist moves in slow shallow speed as you kiss the entirety of his neck. Free hand holding the back of his neck. Whimpers and whines leaving him, poor Will. Always a victim of your mind.

"want everyone to hear?", you whispered against his skin. A soft click of your tongue as you feel him leak more. But his lips lie. Head shakes from side to side. He is trying to keep his composure. He really is.

His eyes fluttering. Shallow breathes to mask the, once in a while, whimpers. Hand gripping the brick wall. Fisting to give himself strength.

But his hips still chased your hand. It still made his knees buckle. Sweat still formed on his skin. But when you did slide rightly once on his cock. His eyes closed.

Strings of curses and your name just slipped past without a care for anyones ear. Now, thankfully your other hand pressed against his soft lips to muffle them.

Almost falling to the floor as his hand clutched his bag, soft sobs leaving him. The orgasm making his eyes water. Your hand helped him calm down. Prolonging it to an end before you let his dick go. Slowly falling limp.

His deep breaths still echoed the empty hall as you chuckled. Taking out his handkerchief to wipe your hand before folding it neatly and putting it inside your own bag.

"a souvenir or maybe, something to return?", you said before pressing a kiss on his cheek and leaving him. A mess against the wall.

If this is how you repay him for helping out on a quiz. What would he get when he submits the important assignment he has done for you without your knowledge?

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Thinking about this right now, again 💔

Old man Logan having you on his lap after a long day. His feet propped up on the table Infront, as the cigar hangs loose between his teeth.

One hand on your thigh, softly kneading the flesh. Feeling how it molds into whatever way he grips. Using his other hand to brush your cheek while you tell him about your day.

"Yeah? My sweet girl did so much today", his gravelly voice would praise. Using the thumb to push into your cheek. Making the apple of it rise as one of your eyes closes from the pressure. And he finds that so fucking adorable.

"My baby deserves a prize for that, doesn't she?"

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are you comfortable with writing for throuple/polycule?

Using this ask as an answer to multiple asks—!

I can write polycule but, the only problem being I don't have any experience in that category. I have only ever wrote two people in a story. I am not against it. If you all want it, I will comply but it'll just take twice as much time and also understanding wise because it's so much overlapping. I need time to make it not confusing.

Do you write for male readers?

Unfortunately, no. I do not write for male readers. Most of my reader x stories are f!reader and will be female centered since I am most comfortable writing them.

Do you have any hard "no" 's?

Since I am still writing and am kinda new to this. I am still figuring them out. Which is why I still don't have a "rule" in my navigation. I will be updating once I get a clear imagine of them. But as of now, cheating and torture scenes are something I will be staying away from.

I have a lot of things in my drafts so I am excited to finish them soon and start posting regularly—!! ‹3

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wdym i’m gonna lose my virginity one day.

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will fluff?

I can't 💔

"will—", your lips protest but he didn't listen. Already on his knees, hands tying the lace that untied while walking. He doesn't grunt or hums to respond. Knowing it'll just fuel your complaints.

Your hands wrapped around the hot coffee. Hot caramel. Too sweet for him but perfect for you. Maybe that the secret of you being so bright and sweet. You are what you eat, after all. Perhaps that's why he is bitter as an instant coffee.

"you need to stop doing everything for me", you pout slightly. It's not like your cheeks puff and your lips turn round. No. It's the way your bottom lip slightly seems bigger. The frown, ever so visible. It makes him smile slightly.

"when I'm here, I will", he responds. Standing up again. Knee slightly cracking. A giggle slips past your lips, earning a quick glare from him before he shakes his head. Brushing a hand through his curls, adjusting his glasses.

Being the observant person Will always was, he noticed everything about you. He didn't expect the same from you, of course. Just because you weren't as observant as him didn't make him love you less.

He liked that about you. You lived in the moment rather than drowning in it. But he liked it. He liked drowning in you.

The way you'd mouth words when you are reading silently. To concentrate. The way the knuckle of your index finger would rub against your lip, if you didn't have anything on them.

Pinning your hair back, if you have lip balm so the strands don't stick to your lips. The way you'd push down on your ring finger to feel it pop.

He noticed. He loved. He just didn't show.

"you do know you can get this coffee anywhere here? Why did you drive an hour to get it from there?", you spoke. Actually confused. It just seemed like extra waste to spend that much time in something so small.

"because you only like the way they make it", he said simply. A shrug. Before taking your free hand, intertwining your fingers and putting it in his jackets pocket. Shielding it from the cold.

He noticed, he loved and he showed differently.

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do you write for ftm readers? 😓🙏

Unfortunately, I don't :( ‹/3

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art donaldson wearing nothing but a towel and his wedding band will never not be iconic

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sometimes, “babygirl” is a 32 year old man

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Having alot of thoughts about student!will and it's piling up. Would y'all like a student!will x student!reader?

Maybe back when he was just an awkward and shy boy. Not the man he is today. But the one who would push up his glasses while talking or answering a question.

Or maybe blush and avoid eye contact when you hold his cheek and say thank you because he helped you out on an assignment or quiz?

Or when he is clutching the bedsheets with an iron fist as you drag yourself up and down his cock. Eyes shut closed, lips parted to let out the pathetic whines and pleads as you truly thank him for the help he gives you. You are always up for returning the favor.

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Will trying to focus working but reader is under the desk edging him 😭

im ovulating

y'all are planning to kill me with these.

"stop that", his voice echoes the empty classroom. Someone passing by the open door would think he has gone completely mad after the cases he worked on.

His handwriting keeps messing up. Spelling mistakes or letters that don't even exist. He should have never agreed to this. Never let you sit under the table and torture him.

But how could he refuse? You begged so pretty. "I'll be good, I promise", devils words, he believes. Your eyes looking at him. Brows furrowed with such desperation. He was a weak man for you.

Pushing his chair back a bit as he looked down. On your knees as she continued to press kisses on his cock. Your dark lipstick now faded across your lips. Imprints of it, darker to lighter, littered his cock.

That's what you have been doing. For the last 30 minutes. Kissing it, sometimes occasionally licking the tip to taste his precum. Bitter, but you never complained.

He wants to take your name, tell you to quit it. But he can't. It's too risky. Agreeing with you was always risky.

Still, your name falls from his lips as he leans back in his chair. The pencil dropping on the page he was writing. He can't even catch a break with you. Letting out a deep hum as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear.

Your eyes looking up at him as you pulled off, still having your hand around his width. He knew what you were doing. Teasing him, tormenting him until he gave what you wanted.

He felt ashamed of himself. Having a pretty thing like you on your knees, nearly half his age. And still getting hard like a teenager who is about to cum in just a few minutes.

His hand goes to the back of your head as guides his tip to your lips. "Open", he jests. You did. The tip brushing against your tongue making him part his lips. Fuck, he's sensitive.

It hitting the back of your throat. Making you breath in through your nose. You looked so pretty, Will groaned. His lips parted, like it was getting harder for him to breathe.

The hand at the back of your head now guided your head. Will could cum just at the sight of you. Making him buck his hips. Was it because you teased him for so long, because he is too close to cumming.

"oh— baby, agh—", he looked down at you. Brow creased. Lips parting before he licked them. Taking his bottom lip in-between his teeth to muffle his groans.

Your head moving faster. Saliva escaping from the corner of your lips and to your chin. Trying to breathe through your nose but choking, making your splutter around him. Gagging.

But he didn't care, not right now. You're fine. His hips bucking up as he breathed heavier and heavier. Pushing your head all the way, your hands grabbing his thigh and hip.

Not even a minute later he whimpered. The hot cum sliding down your throat. Not even tasting it before it went down. His eyes closed, hand shaking around your hair. Feet kicking at the ground before it passed in waves.

Finally, letting you go as he pulled you off. His softening cock slipping out of your mouth. His shaky hands brushing your hair away as he took a tissue from his table. Wiping away the spit and some of his cum from your lips and chin.

You smiled as you looked up at him, "are you less stressed?", you asked. Teasing. He looked at you before humming.

You'll give him a heart attack one day. But he'll make sure its when he is between your legs, while being suffocated from your pretty cunt.

a/n: Will shakes like crazy when he cums and you can't change my mind.

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How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic

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THIS IS SO UNDERRATED??

Don't Let It Drain

Roger Pinball x afab!Reader || Smut

~800 words Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), edging, squirting, kinda dom!roger but he just wanted to try something new :{D

He works each machine like he's the expert. Each touch carefully calculated, timing, pressure, precision, all of it meticulous. His eyes focused on the ball, mind racing as he works out the angle and force needed to hit the jackpot again and again.

It was naive to assume that his awkward demeanour away from the machine would be the thing that always carried over into the bedroom. When he cares about something, he's all in. Focused on achieving what only a few people can - a high score, a desired outcome... using his fingers to gently caress and touch in a hyper-vigilant well-practiced motion.

It shouldn't be a surprise that he works you the way he works a machine. That dedicated determined focus, eyes watching every little twitch, every flicker, as his hands hold you so gently, applying pressure to your hips to give you pause, to hold you still so it's not all over before he's ready to let it be.

It's more difficult than pinball, to focus on... his glasses are fogging up with the heat of his breath, and his moustache is getting stuck to his upper lip. But his eyes stay locked on you, watching your face as you moan, back arching on the mattress as his tongue flicks at your clit, legs parted by his shoulders.

"Fuck!"

"Hold it." He breathes, eyes wide, fascinated by how you react to him as he pulls back, "Not yet, honey, just hold it."

"Rog..."

"I know," He nods, squeezing your hips gently, "I know. I'm almost ready, okay?"

You whine, nodding, thighs shaking. You've lost count of how many times he's told you to wait, how many times he's brought you so close only to pull back, to take a moment to reevaluate what he's doing and adjust his method ever so slightly... working out your intricacies, what buttons to push and when...

He doesn't let it fade completely, the high he's building, up and up and down just a little before he takes you up again... he can't let it drain, can't start over completely when he's so close - when you're so close.

He went behind the curtain once or twice, walked past Jimmy doing his crossword and braved the mysterious red-lit room and stumbled upon something fascinating. He won't tell you what, just that he wants to try it himself.

"Okay?" He checks, "Can I keep going?"

"You'd better." You laugh softly, "If I don't get to cum after all this-"

"You will." He grins, sure of himself, "I promise."

His hands move from your hips, middle and ring fingers of one slipping past his lips, wet with spit before he runs them through your folds, the tip of one slipping into your soaked cunt as he rests his weight on his other elbow, propped up with a perfect view.

He works his finger in and out, adding the second, licking his lips every few seconds as he tastes you on them - and the bottom of his moustache - eyes scanning you, cataloguing, analysing.

"Rog, fuck, baby..." You gasp as his fingers speed up, the sudden lack of attention on your clit making it throb, making you want to reach down and tug him closer by his hair and force him to stay between your legs for hours - making you cum instead of just edging over and over...

"Almost there," He whispers, fingers curling, feeling for something inside you. The perfect angle, just the right amount of pressure, massaging with precision that a beginner shouldn't have... but he's watched that tape more than he'd ever like to admit, analysed what the man had done, and he mimics it now, a quick study, feeling your cunt start to spasm around his fingers.

"I'm gonna pee!?" You gasp.

"No you're not," He beams, eyes widening, "That's it, sweetheart, that's it... keep going..."

"Roger, I-!" You gasp, "Fuck, I'm-!"

He pulls his fingers back, leaving you empty, and he watches, mouth open in a wide face-splitting smile as you cum, squirting your release right at him, soaking his chin and his shirt as he stares at your quivering cunt, enraptured by you.

"That's it." He breathes, eyes flicking up to meet yours, his hand rubbing your hip to soothe you as you come down.

"Holy shit, baby..." You stare at him, "I didn't know I could do that."

"I knew I could make you," He grins, shoulders dancing up and down, thrilled with himself.

You reach for him, stopping his little boogie, pulling him over you, laughing as you take in just how ruined his shirt is, fingers brushing his moustache aside as you kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. "I love you."

He blushes, "Yeah?"

"I tell you every day." You remind him.

"Still surprises me." He admits, "I love you too. I gotta change my shirt..."

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warnings: f!reader, cunnilingus, pussydrunk!art.

Art Donaldson. The man of the hour.

The same man that should have been ready by now. To attend the clubs gala that was being hosted in his honour. But how could he?

His hand holding your thigh apart. The other holding your hand in his. Placing feather light kisses on the back of your hand to your knuckles. The innocent kisses soon turn sinful as he turns his head to place the same soft attention on your clit.

You suck in a breath. Lips parted as you looked down at him, hand squeezing his till your fingertips were white. He looked satisfied, so satisfied.

His tongue flicking and gathering your arousal untill he swallowed it down like it's a treat. Taking your clit between his lips as he sucked, grazing his teeth softly against it. You let out a mewl. Head tilting back.

"Art— baby", you moaned. The sheets clinging to your skin as you arch your back. The room filled with whines and moans. Not just yours.

It didn't take long before Art was moaning against your cunt. Each lick and suck accompanied with a moan or whimper. As if the taste was something he craved more than his will to live.

If he could shove his face in your cunt and not be able to breathe, he'll gladly take that if it meant he could taste you for hours on end. Till his lips are numb and face drenched with spit and your arousal.

His tongue trailer down your folds as it settled on your entrance. His free hand spreading you open for him to look and fuck, he could look at her for hours.

He placed a kiss on your clit again, making you shut your eyes. Sharp intake of breath. Your hole clenched around nothing. Making him smile and bite his lips. "So greedy. . .", he muttered before licking a long stripe up again.

His tongue delving into your hole as far as he could. Moving the muscle like he knew he could. His nose pressed against your clit making your hips squirm.

You opened you eyes as you looked down at him. His eyes already on you. You clenched around his tongue. His brows furrowed, his eyes hazy. Like he could die right now and he'd swear that he could be the happiest man dying.

The room filled with the sinful noises of slurping, whines and muffled moans. Along with the ringing of his phone that demanded his presence at the party.

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Dilf Art give me one chance JUST ONE CHANCE

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showing pastors son!art your pussy for the first time and giving him full reign to touch and explore you however he likes and he ends up coming in his pants 🩶

cw : corruption, coming in pants, subby!art (18+)

he’s incredibly sheltered, grew up that way, so when you’re spreading your bare legs for him for the first time he’s just knelt down between them and staring with his mouth hung open. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. he doesn’t even really have a good idea where the clit is—only knows that it’s supposed to feel good when it’s rubbed and played with.

“just touch me and see what happens,” you shrug, a hand going down to teasingly caress his flushed cheek, “you’ll figure it out.”

art swallows like he’s trying to force down an embarrassing sound, and then he’s scooting forward. his right hand comes up and he hesitates before running his fingertips lightly over your folds. your hips twitch slightly in response, and this spurs him on. his bright blues glued to the sticky wetness glossing your cunt. it looks like a flower spread open, dew glistening on all of the petals.

“you’re all wet.”

he says it so matter-of-factly that it makes you laugh. everything he does just reeks of sickeningly sweet innocence.

you nod and lean back, “yeah, you’re making me this way…”

and god, he doesn’t even try to stifle the moan that’s pushed from his chest. he just leans in closer and slides his index finger up through your folds until he reaches a gummy bud at the very top.

as soon as he touches you there, you let out a low groan and buck up into the feeling.

Oh..

Oh.

now he really gets it.

he feels like he just unlocked the most elusive secret in the universe. he looks up to your face and then right back down to your twitching bundle of nerves, biting down on his lip nervously as he begins to rub circles into it the way he’s seen it done in porn (he’s only watched one video his whole life thus far.. he felt guilty for a month straight afterwards.)

“ohh, fuck yeah,” you breathe out raggedly, “just like that.. you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

and he’s so caught up in your words, your sounds, your pussy, that he doesn’t even realize he’s about to orgasm. right then and there. right in front of you. he doesn’t have the time to process the fact that he’s hard, let alone the fact that he’s close, before he’s jerking forward with a sharp gasp and choking on a whimper that follows suit.

“aaangh- oh—..!”

he’s rushing to grab your legs for some sense of groundedness; squirting a heavy load into his boxer briefs, pulse after pulse of the warmth flooding his clothes. you just chuckle lowly and stroke his hair as he rides it out.

“s… s-sorry, i’m sorry… did you come too?” he asks, as cute as ever. like a puppy.

you look over his lidded gaze, his parted lips, his heaving chest. and you smile.

“no.”