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✽ MASTERLIST ✽
❥ About: Hey! I'm Sun (or Sunny) and my work is under the cut! I write for multiple fandoms and even just general stuff. Thanks for stopping by!
✂ DARK ROMANCE/SMUT
❥ Mine: Possessive partner teaching you a lesson. [Dark Romance, Smut, F!Reader]
❥ Good ol’ Boy: Simon let’s you prove you can top him. [Smut, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader]
❥ Watching You: Simon takes his obsession with you too far [Dark Romance, Smut, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader]
✂ FLUFF
❥ Time for Us: Simon enjoying your presence. [Drabble, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn! Reader]
❥ Home for the Holidays: Soap surprises you for the holidays. [Drabble, Angst, Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader]
✂ HEADCANNONS & IMAGINES
❥ Ghost & Soap {sfw}: Simon and Soap HC’s (with mentions of Reader). [Fluff/Crack, Gn!Reader]
❥ Ghost & Soap {nsfw}: Simon and Soap HC’s (with mentions of Reader). [Fluff/Crack, Suggestive, Gn!Reader]
❥Ghost {nsfw}: Things I think Simon would say to you in bed [Smut/NSFW, F!Reader/ M!Reader/ Gn!Reader]
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ok so that i don't forget. future bg3 characters for a playthrough:
drow bard. I want to try and talk my way through as much as possible. I'd travel with Astarion, Lae'zel, and Gale since I need to experience all of their stories. Maybe I'd add Halsin in there. I want to expose the druid plot in the grove. I would also want to resist the illithid powers more than i've done in my first playthrough.
maybe like a halfling something? idk about race and class but I know I want to side with minthara and be evil in one playthrough. just fuck shit up as much as possible. I'd probably end up loosing Wyll and Karlach as companions though...
Origin playthrough as Lae'zel or Shadowheart roamancing the other. hehe
Dark Urge playthrough... idk what race/class I would want to play as for that one either though. I would want to try and resist the urges. take Halsin and Wyll and Karlach with me so I can romance Karlach and have a bunch of good people guiding me to being better or something
I wanna play a multiplayer campaign at some point and if I did multiplayer I'd want to be either a ranger or a barbarian.
My current playthrough is as a wizard half-elf (necromancy focus). I've been just going with my gut on all the choices which has led to some unfortunate scenarios... but it's so fun tbh. there's so much potential for me to see other parts of the game in future playthroughs once I finish this one
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The band takes the stage at Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota on September 5, 2022.
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A King Of Beasts
A King Of Beasts
This is the third book of “Beauty And The Beast” series by Beena Khan. So far I think Beena has become one of the most favorite author of everyone who has read this series because of the efforts she has put in her books, the story, the characters, the scenes, the emotions, the attachments, everything is assembled with perfection in these books. Her books are so addictive and you just don’t want…
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AU-gust 2020 - Prompt 11: Farm/Ranch AU
It’s no longer August, but who cares. More AU. based on these prompts from @augustwritingchallenge. This one is is explicit and was a lot of fun. I had some clear images in my head, and the smell summer in my nose. For @dadrunkwriting too.
AU-gust masterpost.
Fandom: Dragon Age, Words: 1871,
Read this on AO3 || Part 2
Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | Modern AU | porn with plot-ish? roamance? Rating: Explicit. Sexual content, oral, handjob, summer, flirting, flash-fire romance.
Hay
Iwyn Lavellan had forgotten how quiet it is at the farm. She can glimpse the light from the neighbor’s house across the field, and another across the road, but she can’t hear any of them. The only sounds are the cicadas, singing themselves through the night, and the far gurgling of the river.
Above her, twinkling stars in the vast expanse of the sky.
She breathes in, and out, and closes her eyes. Her brother was probably right – a vacation will do her good. Her memories of the farm are hazy and beautiful, of long summer days full love, picking sweet ripe berries and swimming in the river. She hasn’t been up here since Branwen took over the farmhouse, and she’s a little ashamed she hasn’t visited him, but he’ll be back in 4 days. All she has to is feed the hallas, and maybe he needs a vacation too.
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The next day she decides to go to the river for a swim. The river isn’t far, bordering the edge of the property, behind the fields. The hay here is the best of the world, she remembers Grandfather telling her, of how they shipped it all the way to the Dales. Now there is only a small field left, mostly used for their own hallas, but the memory makes her smile, and the just-cut hay smells the same. Dusty and warm and full of summer.
Half lost in memories, she crests the hill and stops. Someone is loading bales of hay into the bed of a gleaming silver truck.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
She hurries over to the guy, tall and broad-shouldered and bald.
He turns, and frowns.
“Who are you?”
“The owner of the hay you’re stealing.” It’s technically her brother’s, but it’s the same thing.
“I think you are mistaken. This needs to get in before next week, and my neighbor, Branwen Lavellan, asked me to help while he was out of town.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’m Branwen’s sister, Iwyn. He didn’t tell me he’d asked you for help.”
“And he didn’t tell me he had a sister, let alone such a beautiful one.”
He smirks and she suddenly notices his lush lips and sharp cheekbones and sharp, blue eyes. She blushes. She’s barely dressed, wearing a thin sarong over her one-piece bathing suit. Dark green, it plunges deeply in the back and front, the fabric covering her breasts held together with a string of golden beads. It’s more suitable for a Riviani beach than a farmland river, or arguing with beautiful strangers in the middle of a field.
“And I didn’t know he had such beautiful neighbors,” she says, trying to regain her balance.
“I’m Solas.”
He pushes up his sleeves, and holds out his hand. She shakes it, his long fingers wrapping around her hand, warm and a little sticky from the heat. She doesn’t mind.
“I’m going to the river.”
She points ahead, as if her bathing suit wasn’t a clue.
Solas nods. “Have a nice swim, Iwyn. I hope to see you around.”
She walks away, and she can feel his gaze on her back. She needs to cool down, and not just from the merciless sun.
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The day after Solas is back, hauling the hay from the rest of the field. He’s on this side of the hill now, and she can watch him from the front porch of the house. He waves when she comes out, and she want to stay and watch, his solid arms lifting bale after bale. It would be strange though, to watch someone work while doing nothing.
Iwyn walks out to him with two filled water bottles. She tosses one to him, and he catches it and drinks, tilting his head back exposing his long throat.
“Thank you, Iwyn.”
“You’re welcome.”
She picks up a bale, and heaves it into the truck. Picks up another. Solas looks surprised, raising both eyebrows almost comically, then he goes to work to.
“I thought you were on vacation?”
“It didn’t feel fair to have you work on the farm when I’m here too. I don’t mind helping.”
“You’re certainly more than capable.”
She wipes sweat from her brow.
“Is this a competition?”
“I was merely noticing your strength and grace.”
She blushes. It must be the heat.
“I’m not sure throwing hay is graceful, but thank you.”
“Your grace is evident in your every movement, Iwyn.”
“Like when I was wearing a bathing suit yesterday?”
“Like that, yes.”
He doesn’t blush, but his cheeks are reddened a little from the sun, and his nose is dotted with freckles. Despite his imposing figure, he looks cute.
“Where do you live?” she asks. She’d not heard of any of the neighbors selling, but maybe her brother forgot.
“I just purchased the property at the end of the road. Your brother’s property borders my own.”
“You purchased Mythal’s house?”
“I suppose so, if you mean the yellow house at 535?”
“No one has lived there for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid, Grandfather used to tell ghost stories about it.”
“I assure you, I have seen no ghosts.”
“That’s a relief.”
The talk while they work, Solas has purchased the house to use in the summer, and plans to rent it out during the rest of the year. Iwyn learns he’s a professor, teaching ancient history. She tells of her childhood visits to her grandparents, of all the secret places and shortcuts. Ever so often, they stray into flirting again, the heat of their conversation rivaling the sun above them.
She grabs some water, and it’s gone a little hot, but she’s very thirsty. She hands the bottle to Solas, and picks up some more hay. She turns to toss the bale and bumps right into him as he’s doing the same, water bottle already empty. She’s thrown off balance but he catches her, and now she’s trapped against his broad chest.
“Graceful, you said.”
She smiles at him. He doesn’t let go of her.
“I certainly feel off-balance.”
She kisses him, briefly, on the lips she’s been thinking about since yesterday. They’re soft, not rough or chapped even though he’s been working in the sun. He doesn’t allow her to pull back before his lips are on hers again, hard and soft and when he opens his mouth, she does the same, letting him in, stroking and moving and pressing their bodies closer. She gasps when his hands find her ass, pushing his leg between hers.
He nipples tighten despite the heat, and she shudders and moans. She wants more, now, and she tears at his shirt, running her hands up his back, his skin under her palms. Solas moans into her mouth, and she bites his lips, gently. He gasps and presses closer as if it’s possible.
“Iwyn, --” he kisses her jaw, his hand travelling downwards, pulling at her skirt. “Iwyn. Can I?”
“I want you, Solas.”
They’ve just met and maybe it’s reckless and maybe he will be her brother’s neighbor for years, but those are fleeting thoughts, much less important than his fingers stroking her thigh, than the sound he makes when she kisses his throat. She wants him, and she wants him now.
She leans back and works on the buttons on his shirt, and his hand slide under her skirt and up, up right where she wants them. He runs his fingers over her panties, teasing her, rubbing softer and harder, making her wet and wanton. She pushes his shirt is off his shoulders, and slides her hand over his pale skin, finding his pink nipples. She pinches, and is rewarded with a deep groan. She does it again.
He kisses her viciously, and she grinds against his hand, moving her own to his obvious erection, rubbing his cock through his pants. She works on the fly, but he grabs hold of her and lifts her, seating her on the truck hatch.
His hands rest on her thighs, spreading her legs. They are long and elegant and rough from the work. He stands between her legs and he kisses her again, deeply and thoroughly.
Iwyn takes the chance to tease him again, his nipples, his cock. He bucks against her hands, and his hands are back on her sex, teasing. His thumb circles her clit and she tilts her hips up, seeking his clever fingers.
“More, Solas. More.”
He pauses, and pulls down her panties, all the way down her legs and off her feet. His hands eagerly push her skirt aside and up and she is unashamed. No one should come by, and she doesn’t care if anyone does.
“Iwyn, I want –” he looks her in the eyes, and licks his lips. “Can I taste you?”
She nods and he drops down, pulling her forward and draping her legs over his shoulders. He licks and licks again and it feels very good. She is scrambling for anything to hold onto with her hands, stroking his head, grabbing straws on the truck bed. He isn’t slow or teasing anymore, and he knows what he is doing. Her pleasure spirals and everything blurs into to hot, soft, hard, touch, blue sky above and she screams his name and comes.
He brings her down gently, kissing her inner thigh, and she reaches for him, wherever she can touch, his shoulders, his ear. He shudders with the latter, and she does it again, and sits up while she pulls him closer.
She undoes his pants, and now she’s not interrupted. His cock is large and hard, the head red and peeking out from the hood. She pumps him, gently and then harder, until he groans and buries his head in her shoulder. She moves faster, twisting her hand a little, keeping the same pressure. She wants to know what makes him shudder, what makes his cock pulse in her hand, just like that.
“Solas, do you have protection?”
“Not –” she presses her thumb to his slit, and circles the sensitive skin around. “—not here. Iwyn, I’m –“
She wants to feel his thick hardness inside of her, but for now she just nods, and increases her speed a little, her other hand tweaking a nipple.
“Come, Solas. Come for me.”
He stiffens and jerks and groans, sticky warmth flooding her hand. She holds him through it, and she wipes her hand on some straw. He kisses her or she kisses him, and somehow they both end up on the ground, half way in the shade of the truck.
She is sticky and sweaty and everything smells of warm grass and summer. She is too hot to move, and too hot to stay, but she likes the nakedness of him next to her. The sky is still blue, she is leaving a few days, but summer feels endless, the heat stretched across the centuries. She wants it to be endless, shimmering, just the two of them half naked in the field forever.
“Do you want to come to dinner,” she asks. “Tonight?”
“Yes.”
The straws tickle her. There’s two tiny fluffy clouds in the sky. She kisses his shoulder.
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A Beauty So Cruel
A Beauty So Cruel
This mind-blowing piece of art is by Beena Khan. She is not just a remarkable author but she a sweetest person to be in touch with. Her hard work is shown in her writings and she knows how to take care of her readers. This was her first mafia romance book and tbh mine too. I had never come across dark romance that involves mafia and unions. Though I have watched a couple of movies of this genre…
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