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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Hello! I saw that your request was open, but I don't know if you take requests for something kinky- but I got something in mind 🤭. You don't have to write it and you can change it. Beware, I am a kinky woman.

It's the month of Halloween, everyone's dressed up to go to costume parties and trick-or-treating with their kids. You can pick what the reader is dressed up as, but Eddie Munson? Daddy Eddie? I'm sorry but I can only see him in one of those sexy ghost-face cosplays from TikTok. (this can be set at a later time than Scream or Scream can be canon in Stranger Things!)

They are going to a costume party that's being hosted by a friend and while at the party- the reader may or may not have accidentally attracted a few guys with her costume. But she doesn't realize that and thinks they just wanna hang out, innocent Reader. Eddie notices (because she's mostly talking with them) and gets jealous, a bit possessive too. However, he doesn't confront them, he lures her away or waits till she goes off alone and then shows her who she belongs to. (He also scares her too, he may be a sexy ghost-face, but still ghost-face) . Reader may be innocent but she's a freak in the sheets. Creampie, rough sex, mental size kink (👀), squirting, overstimulation, a bit of degrading... I'm reaching for this one- tummy bulge🫣.

WARNINGS: Creampie, rough sex, size kink, squirting, overstimulation, degradation, tummy bulge, deepthroat

The kids had been at their friend’s house for a few hours now and left you and Eddie to have your own Halloween fun. Being the "parents" of the group, it was nice to finally have a night with people your own age.

You had just put on your wings and looked at yourself once more in the mirror before shifting the girls in your tight dress. You smile contently and flick off the light to leave the bathroom. Once you rounded the corner, your waist is enclasped in two huge arms and you’re pulled off the ground. You let out a slight shriek before playfully fighting Eddie off. You let him chase you around your house to feed his fantasy a little bit when it was time to go.

The party has been in full swing for an hour or so when you two walked through the door. You were immediately pulled by Gareth's cousin, Liza to take shots in the kitchen. Both of you followed when you clipped someone with your wings, immediately turning to apologize.

“Don’t even worry about it. You can bump into me anytime,” some guy said flirtatiously. You thought nothing of it other than him being understanding and polite. Eddie instinctively pulled you closer to his side and turned to back around to face Liza. Even in heels you only came up to his shoulder, so it’s safe to say his body easily shielded yours from the multiple pairs of eyes on you. The three of you downed the shots and you were ready to dance. You pulled him to the dance floor and started to move to the rhythm. He was dancing with you, but even through the mask you could tell he was preoccupied.

You followed his gaze which led back to the guy from the kitchen. You shook your head and brushed it off, grinding on Eddie’s front. He gripped you tighter and started matching your movements. The song changed and you started to feel a little woozy. Liza came up to Eddie, asking him to help her carry in more heavy bags of ice. He grabbed your hand but you stopped,

"I have to use the bathroom!" You shouted over the music. He lifted his mask up and asked if you could wait for him to be done. You started to rub your thighs together and shook your head. He nodded and walked you to the bathroom line,

"Meet me outside when you're done," he said before going to help. It was finally your turn and the shots fully hit when you sat down. You exited the bathroom and was met by the nice guy from the kitchen.

It was no secret that you're a little drunk and he could definitely tell. He told you his name was Joe and offered to take you to get some water. You followed him back to the crowded kitchen and watched him grab a bottle from the cooler. He opened it and gave it to you, telling you to just sip it. You didn't notice that he was watching your lips suckle on the rim. He licked his when a thin stream missed your mouth and flowed down your chin. You giggled, excusing yourself.

You were talking with the man in front of you for what felt like only a few minutes before you turn and realize the one you came with is no where to be seen. You excuse yourself from the conversation and glide your eyes over the crowd one last time, but with no luck. Your phone suddenly vibrates and you answer the call,

‘If you want me, come find me.’

It was simple and then he hung up leaving a slight furrow in your brow to form and you began your search. You were seeing more clearly than you were 15 minutes ago. You rounded a corner that led to a dark stairwell. You didn't like and or watch horror movies but even you knew not to ascend down the staircase to Hell. You turned around to leave but suddenly your phone vibrated. The caller ID said Unknown Caller and you never answer those, but for some reason you did.

"Hello?"

All you heard was heavy breathing on the other line,

"Hello?"

"Who is this?" Just more breathing came through. You hung up the phone and started to walk away when you heard a bang come from the bottom room. It wasn't until you heard your name being whispered that you started to walk down. You called out to Eddie but received no response.

You let go of the door to walk further down the stairs, leaving to heavily shut almost flush against your back.

"Eddie?" You called his phone to see if you could hear the ring but you couldn't. It was dead silent and pitch black. You heart started to race, but you trusted him. You reach the bottom of the stairs, being met with an open, dark abyss. You mentally slap yourself for not looking for a light switch at the top of the stairs. You continue to walk hesitantly down the very last step and into the dark room. You try to force your eyes to get used to the dark and at least make out shapes, but the alcohol was not aiding in a positive way. You scan the room, still not seeing him.

You walk further into the makeshift game room and call out to him once more. You hit a few pieces of furniture before hearing something roll on the surface in front of you. Reaching out, you graze your hand across what you now realize is a table and found the noisy object. You attempt to click it on, but the flashlight only flickers before going back out.

"Eddie?!"

After still receiving no response, you tell him you’re leaving. You turn on your heels but are met with a 6’0 brute force of a man blocking you, causing the light to flash on your boyfriend towering over you wearing the ghostface mask. An inch of a scream is let out before his palm is over your mouth and he’s backing you in to the furthest wall. You hit it with a slight thud, eyes going as wide as saucers. The flashlight is ripped out of your hand and thrown on the couch. The way the light hit the ceiling made his stature even more intimidating; adding shadow and contrast to his muscles and mask.

He immediately split your legs with one of his own, rubbing his thighs against your clit. His other hand gripping your hip tightly. You started to moan in his hand not even realizing how horny you actually were. You started to grind down on his thigh, matching his movements. You were so close when he pulled away and roughly slammed you face first into the wall. He lifted your dress above your hips and you heard him growl when he got near your now sopping heat that was not covered with panties. He ran his fingers up and down your slit before circling your clit a couple times. Eddie then slid two fingers over your hole before pushing past your throbbing lips.

You clenched around his fingers, pumping in and out. He lifted his mask for half a second to bite your left ass cheek. He lowered it once more and stood up behind you. Removing his fingers, you let out a moan.

“Please, Eddie. I need to cum.”

He ignored you and pulled your hips out farther, basically placing you on your toes. He landed a large smack to your ass for using the wrong name. You heard the buckle of his belt being undone when your eyes rolled at what you knew was coming. He took both your wrists in his hand and tied the belt around them. He unzipped his pants and slung out his throbbing cock. Giving you no time to adjust, he shoved his length in your creaming cunt and started fucking you like no tomorrow.

He held one hand on your restraint and the other on your shoulder to make sure to get the deepest angle he possibly could,

“Who is he?”

“Who is who?” You said in mid moan. He just darkly chuckled and continued his welcomed assault. He kept relentlessly thrusting before stopping once more, earning a frustrated growl from you.

“What’s his name?”

“Who, Baby? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just please fuck me.”

He had enough.

Eddie twisted you around so your back was flush to the wall. His hand gripped your throat before coming in real close. You jetted out your tongue and licked the mouth of his mask while letting out a seductive moan. It was his turn to growl again but this time he just squeezed harder. He only released after he gave you your instructions.

“Since you don’t want to tell me who that is, you don’t get to talk,” he said as he shoved his length down your tight throat. You began bobbing your head, trying to keep the pace his hand was guiding you but it was getting difficult. He forced your head all the way down on his cock, holding it there. You felt the familiar burn in your lungs when your head is suddenly pulled off,

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know,” you said trying to catch your breath. It wasn’t long before your nose was touching his hips once again.

“Tell me his name and you can breathe.” You have your warning taps on his thigh and he released you. Immediately coughing, you spit out the answer,

“Joe! His name is Joe.” He gave you a slight tap to your cheek for taking so long to give such a simple answer. You were breathing heavily when your yanked up to your feet. Eddie guided you to the couch and vent you over the arm. He vigorously rubbed the head of his cock between your folds, hitting you clit sweetly.

“Ohhhh fuck!!” you yelled out, “Daddy can I please cum?”

“Do it.” You started to moan louder when you felt yourself gushing on his cock. He wasted no time diving back into your sweet honey. He hit it from the back for a few minutes, giving you two more orgasms.

You were about to call out for him when you’re flipped around and your back is on the cushion while your legs are in his arms. He would love to have them hooked around his shoulders, but his little girl couldn’t reach that high so he made do. He let out a gritty moan when he I started himself at this angle. It was the deepest you’ve ever taken him.

The flashlight was still illuminating the room he started plunging in and out. He placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach and you immediately started to move back,

“Don’t you fucking run from me. You know what to say if you want me to stop.” He could feel his cock poking and prodding your insides that he had to capture it the second he got his camera back.

“Look at that. Only a whore’s cunt can stretch like this. Are you a whore?”

“Only for you. Fuck!”

“What? Tell me. Fuck what?” He teased as he went harder and faster.

“I can’t cum again! Daddy, please!”

“But you’re going to,” he ripped away from you and did the same rubbing motion as before. You squirted to the sky once more, but this time his mask got soaked before he lifted it and drank in what you had left. This man basically motorboated your cunt to get every last drop. He plunged back in and coated your walls with his cum.

He pulled out and put in two fingers to scoop some out and run it across your tongue,

“Good girl.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x black!reader #scream #scream smut #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface x black!reader

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jelreth · 1 year

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i think the fame is getting to me

(richard siken // the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald // richard siken // ana teresa borboza // are you satisfied by marina // cancer by my chemical romance // the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald // drunk by the living tombstone // edvard munch // liza sivakova // last words of a shooting star by mitski // drunk by the living tombstone // ocean vuong)

#web weave #web weaving #cav's creatives #attempt number two!#im not sure about the cohesion since i did just throw this one together off the saved images on my phone and laptop but!#as always compliments comments and criticism are all very welcome!

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thatoddgent · 1 year

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Sweetheart [Part Two] (Aether x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Wanna say a quick thank you for all the support that I've received on everything I've posted so far, I'm happy that people are liking what I'm working so hard on and I appreciate you all! This is part two to my Valentines Day post, so if you haven't read that yet then you can here! I hope that you like this, and feedback is always appreciated. <33

Genre: Smut, sweet and romantic since that's what won in the poll!

Warnings: Porn with plot, P in V sex, drunk sex? (Both parties and very light buzz), biting/marking, L bomb, blood (not super graphic).

The garden felt so lonesome, you staying back after bidding farewell to the ghoul so you could relish in the moment. It was almost surreal, but you don't have the time to sit around and think about it all day, you had a party to get ready for.

The siblings and staff were excused from wearing their habits and other such uniforms, instead they were expected to wear distinguished - yet still festive - clothing. Since you played a part in designing and putting together the suits for Papa and his ghouls, you were lucky enough to have an idea of how they would look, and decided to go for something that would play nicely with the colors Aether would be wearing.

Shuffling around through your closet, you finally found the dress you had been looking for, you didn't have much reason for dressing up in the abbey so you jumped at the opportunity to wear it.

Slipping out of your habit and veil, you get the dress situated on yourself and move to the mirror to make sure everything is in place. The dress was stunning, deep burgundy colored fabric clung to your body, with a slit on the thigh accentuating your hips. It had a modest neckline to distract from the sultry bottom half, with lacey off-the-shoulder sleeves hanging delicately from your arms. You paired the dress with a set of black heels that you knew you would be comfortable in, and a lovely little silver necklace with a purple stone.

You kept your makeup simple, not wanting it to get ruined in the midst of the party, applying a nice gloss with eyeliner and mascara, just enough to bring out the color of your eyes and the shape of your lips. A layer of hair was pinned back, leaving half of it down to further frame your face.

When you looked in the mirror, you were almost in awe, it had been so long since you had done yourself up like this, in a way, you missed it.

A knock at the door interrupted you from your thoughts, and you opened it to find Marjory smiling. Her mouth drops at the sight of you, and yours at her.

"Dear Asmodeus! You're going to be the star of the party showing up like that, you make me look like I'm doing nothing more than running a few arrands!"

You giggle at the sweet response, gesturing both hands up to her.

"Me? Look at you! No wonder you were able to steal that poor boys heart, I'd be more worried that you've stolen them from all the brothers in the ministry!"

You move to the side and gesture for Marjory to come in, leaving the door open in case any other friends happen to stop by. You two sit on the bed and talk, trying to pass some time while you wait for the Banquet to begin.

Eventually Liza finds her way into the room as well, mouth already going off spewing the latest gossip she could scrounge up.

"So," She begins. "Did he ask you?"

A goofy smile glues itself to your face, and you nod your head quickly, still giddy about the whole thing. And, once again, you have both of the girls squealing loud enough for those outside to hear. It's like when you first joined the ministry, no worries but fawning over boys and trying your best not to get caught slacking by your higher ups, you're glad that you've made such good friends.

You three quiet down a bit and continue talking until the church bells begin to bellow a melody throughout the halls, signally that the party is soon to start. The halls quickly fill with people making their way to the dining hall, which had been rearranged and decorated to look like a place that only royalty could afford. Copia was as victim to a love for flare and drama as his brothers before him, so it only made sense that he wanted to set the mood for romance.

You admired the room from the doorway, waiting and looking for the ghoul you were set to enter with. You felt yourself getting nervous as you watched countless other sisters find their partners and seat themselves at the tables, he wouldn't have stood you up, right?

Now that you think about it, Papa wasn't here, neither were the others ghouls that were to accompany him. Before you had a chance to wonder any longer, an elderly sister came up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"Go on dear, enjoy the fun. I'm sure that who you're looking for will find you in due time, don't soil it by waiting out here all night."

You smile at the woman and nod, taking one last look in the hall before entering the hall, finding a seat next to Liza. She looked at you with a hint of worry in her eyes, she was without a date too, but you shouldn't be wallowing with her right now, unlike her you had plans.

She nudged your arm with her elbow and offered you a smile, which you returned quickly. Even if something did happen, at least you had her. Your gaze fell to the centerpieces that you three had worked on just a few hours earlier.

Sweet music soon started wafting through the air, and everyone went silent waiting to see what was happening. The giant double doors on the opposite side from where you had entered opened, and there stood the beloved Papa Emertitus IV, clad in a deep crimson suite with purple detailing. Behind him stood an entourage of ghouls, though you couldn't much make them out in the dark of the night.

Copia started making his way inside, kissing the hands of a few sisters on his way to the table which was reserved for him and his group. As they filed in, it was revealed that the ghouls all were holding bundles of flowers, which they began passing out to the brothers in their seats.

"Love," Papa's voice rang out. "It's what binds us. Family, friends, lovers. Today we celebrate it, and cherish it, for it is truly something special, and with these roses you will share that love with those closest to you."

By the time Papa had finished speaking, the roses had all been passed out, save for the ones that a few of the ghouls had saved for themselves. The anxiety that you felt earlier began to grow, you weren't sure if you could wait. You saw Aether standing there, in front of everyone, holding a single rose in his hands.

Copia threw his arms out towards the crowd, and smiled.

"Please, begin my friends!"

All of the brothers began gifting their roses, some standing up to find and confess to sisters that had been without partners. You simply sat and watched, occasionally looking over to Liza who laughed at anyone who was turned down, as well as turning down any man who attempted to offer anything to her.

Your eyes wandered to the large table that Papa was to sit at, and saw that he and the ghouls were all whispering to one another. He looked around, and once everyone had sat down, he nodded his head.

Once he did that, the ghouls that had save roses made their way out into the crowd, and began confessing on their own. Your heart began to throb as you saw the large ghoul you were eyeing walk over to where you were sitting, reaching out a hand for you to take.

Liza had to hold in a scream at the sight. You took Aether's hand and rose from your seat, looking up at him with loving eyes. He was incredibly handsome, he wore a black dress shirt and pants with a tie that matched the color of your dress, and he was still sporting his usual silver rings and bracelet.

All of the ghouls were wearing black masks that covered the top half of their face, leaving their hair and lips free. It was probably the most you had seen of Aether, and you loved every part of it.

"I know I already asked, but there's no harm in making sure." He smiles. "Would you like to join me?"

You accept the rose from his other hand and hold it close, nodding slowly. He gently pulls you next to him, and leads by the hand back to his table, along with the other ghoul's and their partners.

You all sat down, and the party began, food being brought out and served on some of the most beautiful plates and cutlery that you had every seen.

"Copia sure knows how to party." You whisper at Aether.

"You think he set this up alone? He had to ask the girls to help pick forks because 'There was too many'."

You both try to stifle your laughs to not draw attention, but a few of the others ghouls still look over.

You and Aether start eating, joking around and talking in between bites. He's really such a sweet guy, you never once feel uneasy or nervous, even thought your table is front an center. He even wipes a bit of food away from your lips without drawing attention to it, not want to embarrass you.

A couple of hours pass, and soon everyone is done talking and eating, which means it's about time for the coveted afterparty. Everyone begins to stand and leave the room, some going to their bedrooms and others going to the ballroom to continue socializing. Your group starts to leave, and you help to pick up a couple of plates and such from the tables on your way out. Aether watching you lovingly, and copying your actions.

Once you make it to the ballroom, you can't help but let your mouth fall open, admiring the beautiful decor that had been set up. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, with shimmering crystals that reflected the different colors of the room. Ribbons were also hung up, with flowers and loose petals littering the room and floor. Music also played, it was soft and slow, truly romantic, though you were sure that would change when people got more in a different kind of mood.

Aether placed a hand of the small of your back and led you inside, the both of you ending up in front of Marjory and Liza, as well as the brother that asked Marjory out and... another sister?

Liza looked at you and blushed, introducing you do her date, a shy looking girl who you never really expected to be her type. They really did look good together, and you were glad she wasn't left alone.

You introduced Aether to your friends as well, making sure to keep them and their gawking in line. Once you were all settled in, you migrated to the dance floor and started to join the large group of slow dancers.

His hands found its way to the home of the crook of your waist, while yours wandered up to rest around his neck. You looked up to him, able to see his eyes much clearer than his usual mask, they were big and a little downturned, and so loving. The lights from above shined down and lit up his eyes beautifully, you were captivated.

The music moved you both, making you sway softly in each other's arms. In your eyes, there was no longer anyone but him, the both of you together, because that’s all you needed. It was almost foolish how quickly the two of you fell for one another, but the way he held you, the way that he pulled your body so close to his, if this was foolish then you would happily spend your life living a comedy, because this is all you could dream of.

You both continued to look into each others eyes, not breaking your gaze for a second. Your hands slowly snaked away from his neck and rested on the sides of his jaw, cradling him with a touch he had never known. He moved his head lower, letting it sit just close enough that you could feel the warm tickle of his breath, but he didn’t move any closer, he didn’t dare.

He was waiting, waiting for you to decide if this is what you wanted, the poor man wanted nothing more than to embrace you and feel the warmth of your lips on his, but he sat patiently.

Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, and just as quickly, your lips to his own. His lips were soft and a bit chapped, brushing so beautifully against yours, the kiss was nothing but the love that you felt in that moment, no lust or ill intent, just love.

You couldn't tell if it lasted forever, or if it didn't last long enough, but eventually you two had to pull apart. Aether's eyes were almost glazed over with a look that you couldn't exactly place, but your eyes shone with the same light back at him. You both shared that look for the rest of the afterparty, stealing glances from one another even when you were across the room, like two little lovesick puppies.

As the night continued, you both drank a bit, not enough to get overly drunk, but there was a visible haze of blush spread across your cheeks. Aether was able to handle his liquor better than you were, you could barely even tell than he had anything to drink. Marjory and Liza, as well as their dates, found their way back over to you and decided to finish the party off with a bang, dragging you to the dance floor once again for a dance that was just a bit less innocent.

Everyone was pressed close up to their partners, hardly leaving any room to breath between them, and you two were no different.

Your chest pressed against Aether’s, you two enveloped in another kiss, one that was more passionate than the last one. Your hands were ruffled in his hair, and his rested just above your ass, robbing you of his touch in a way that was almost criminal.

You felt a prodding at your stomach, and those silly little butterflies began to flutter around again. Tugging at Aether’s hair a bit, trying to get him as close as your bodies would allow, you earned a low grunt in response, and you can tell that you’re done for.

Aether bites your lip before pulling away from the kiss, staring at you with pupils blown so wide that if you were any further they would look completely black. He shoots a glance to the rest of the people there, taking note of the vulgar grinding and fondling going on, if you both wanted this then he wouldn’t stand for it happening in a place like this.

“Would you want to maybe go somewhere else? It’s getting a little..” His voice trails off a tad.

“Horny in here?” You finished his sentence, blunter than either of you expected.

You both burst out laughing, it’s almost beautiful the way that, even when in a mood like this, there’s still room for laughter.

“I would love to, Aether. I’ve always wondered what the ghouls bedrooms looked like, would you care to show me?”

The color of his face deepened, and he nodded quickly. You smile and go to take off your heels so you can walk a little more comfortably, but it seems Aether has been waiting for your departure. He takes your shoes from your hands and turns his back towards you, signally for you to hop on.

“Poor feet are probably killing you, I’ll give you a ride so you have have a break.”

You shake your head and laugh before hopping on him, a little uneasy at first due to being higher than you usually stand. Aether wraps his arms under your hips to hold you nice a snug, and starts making his way to his bedroom.

The way there is filled him comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. Your face is nestled against his neck again, feeling his soft hair tickling at your skin.

Before you come to notice, Aether’s setting you down gently on probably the softest bed you’ve ever touched. You admire the decor for just a second before planting your eyes back on the man of the hour, and the sight of him is down right intoxicating.

He stands just above you, looking down with disheveled hair and foggy eyes. A hand snakes it’s way up to your face, caressing your check softly.

“Are you sure that you want this?”

Your heart feels so full and warm, the smile on your face radiating that same feeling. You lean up a bit and place a small kiss on his cheek.

“I would never want it with anyone else, Aether.”

The moment he got the okay, his lips are back on yours, they’re so warm and inviting he just can’t help but kiss them whenever he gets the chance. His hands move to your back, finding and undoing the zipper of your dress before carefully pulling it off of you.

You feel a bit shy, being so exposed to someone, but try not to bring attention to it, that is until-

“Wow…” Aether whispers just loud enough to hear.

You look at him, worried something might be wrong, that maybe he changed his mind now that he saw you. Those thoughts are swatted away though when he wraps his arms around you in a firm, but careful embrace, just holding you close for a moment.

“I can’t believe that I have you here, that you’re mine. You’re so… Wow.”

Your face must be burning up, but you push through that, and your slight anxiety, and pull his arms to the clasps of your bra. He undoes them, a bit clumsily, but it’s charming.

Once your bra comes off, Aether truly cannot keep his hands, eyes, or mouth away from you. He pecks your lips just one more time, before kissing his way to your jaw, then your neck, all the way down until he reaches your chest. He nips at your skin, looking to see what reaction you have to it before he continues appreciating every inch of you.

No wonder he’s one of Papa’s closest ghouls, big, strong, talented, and from the looks of it, incredibly dedicated to worship.

“Aether,” your voice is small and shaky. “Please.”

He rises to meet your gaze, leaning in next to your ear.

“Please what, tesorina?”

You feel likes your going to burst, and he must be too, judging by his shallow breath.

“Please, I need you.” You swallow a breath, trying to calm down. “All of you.”

Aether says nothing before he starts shedding his clothes, being more careless than he was with yours, and you remove your underwear while he does so. He pushes himself onto the bed, pulling you carefully under him and massaging your thighs.

“How can I say no to such a pretty thing like you?”

You feel him grind himself against your folds, rubbing against your clit every so often. Once he’s a little more slicked up, he positions himself and slowly starts to slide into you. It doesn’t hurt, but the sheer stretch of him makes you whimper a bit.

He shushes you, offering words of comfort and praise while he works himself deeper.

“Shhh shhh… Atta girl, you’re taking it so good, just a little more.”

Your head spins, swirling all of his words like little whirlpools, and you were drowning in them. So drunken by the things he was saying, they all started to blur together, and the feeling of him finally sheathing himself fully inside you was almost disorienting.

Hands gripped his wide shoulders, looking for any kinda of support while the same pathetic whimpers fell from your lips. Aether was there though, making sure to kiss away any discomfort before he ever dreamed of moving, not wanting to push too far too fast.

You subconsciously grind your hips into his, once again earning yourself a low groan from the ghoul. Your hands wander to his face and then to the back of his head, finger lacing in the strap of his mask. His body tensed for a second, but with a deep breath he replaces your hands with his own, unlatching the strap and removing it from his face.

You stared, as hard as you tried not to, you did. His eyes had caught you in a trap earlier with their deep stretches of color, but seeing him now, for all he was, the only word you could describe it as would be blessed.

He was obviously nervous, biting his lip waiting for any kind of response from you. So you told him the only words that you could grasp in that ever rushing mind of yours.

“I love you, Aether.”

His hips almost instinctively thrust, hitting as deep into you as you could take him. You must have hit some kind of nerve - or rather - need, inside of him, because he hurried his head in the valley of your chest his breathing was shaky.

“Please…” His voice wobbled from his throat. “Say it again?”

You smiled, it was so cute seeing the things that really got him going.

“I love yo-“

Another deep thrust caught you off guard, your words being replace with an unexpectedly loud whine. He started moving his hips at a steady pace, slow but deep, dragging right against that extra soft little spot in you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your eyes shut tightly, you relished the feeling of him filling you up, every movement driving you closer and closer to the edge. You swear, you were watching him fall more for you ever second he was inside you, his eyes were soft and his lips hung open just a tad, he was a sailor and you were his siren.

A hand moved from his shoulder to one of his horns, pulling him back down to kiss you. It wasn’t dirty, or lustful, it was that same kiss that he gifted you the first time.

He tried to keep at that slow pace, but the feeling of you clamping down on him, your skin pressed on his, it drove him wild and his thrusts started to speed up. You were starting to unravel underneath him, a mess of sweat and moans, and begging. You begged him for it, all of it, every little bit of him he could offer you.

“So close… Need…”

His head dipped down to your shoulder, where he placed a firm kiss, making you choke on your words.

“Mark me… Please…”

Almost as if he had been waiting, he opened his lips and dug his teeth into your shoulder, beads of blood dripping into his mouth. He slowed his thrust almost to a halt, but that didn’t stop you from grinding yourself on him, finally reaching your climax with an extremely lewd moan that was muffled by one of your hands. He joined you, giving a few deep thrust before his own release, his dick twitching while filling you with the warmest sensation you’ve probably ever felt.

He relaxes his jaw and pulls away from you, soothing the oncoming sting from the bite with his tongue as he lapped up any drips of blood still trying to escape. Your body was tired and your vision was blurry, so you simply tried to catch your breath until you regained a little stability.

Once Aether had stopped the bleeding, he lifted his head and rested it on your own, your noses pressed against one another.

“I love you too, tesorina. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nodded your head, trying to sit up with him, but he planted you flat on your back. You were a little confused, until he pulled a towel from his closet and a change of clothes. He wiped up the cum that was now spilling out of you, careful not to rub on any spot that was too sensitive. Sitting you up, he slid one of his shirts over your head, and a nice pair of socks onto your feet, topped off with a tender kiss on the forehead.

He threw on a pair of boxers and got into bed, pulling you into his chest from behind, trying his best not to touch the fresh mark on your shoulder. You two cuddle like that for a while, and you eventually start to drift off, Aether leaving you one final bit of praise to dream of.

"Even like this, dolcezza, you're still so perfect. Goodnight, I'll see you in my dreams."

#the band ghost #band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #aether ghoul #band ghost x reader #band ghost x reader smut #band ghost smut #smut #aether ghoul x reader #angel writes

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Songs and the lines that remind me of the couples-

Paw Patrol (You know who): Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan

“I don’t like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call, honey it rang and rang…”

Neurodivergent Nerds (Library Trio): Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

“And your arm it felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder, and I-, I had a feeling that I belonged. I- I had a feeling I could be someone…”

Idiots to Lovers (Beth and Seer): Love Like Ghosts

“Yes, I know love is like ghosts. Oh, and the moonlight, baby, shows you what’s real. There ain’t language for the things I feel.”

Fairy Tale (Evie and Knight): Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve

“Hey, hey, hey, lover. You don't have to be a star …. I love you just the way you are”

Borderline Bar Fight (Sugar and Miss Liza): Peach Fuzz by Caamp

“No need to complicate it, I had, fallen in love, with you so underrated. Something fillin’ up my lungs. Every color of your love, I’ve seen enough, I want another.”

The Waterworks™️ (Chloe and Dewdrop): Strawberry Sunscreen by Lostboycrow

“Taste the strawberry sunscreen, laughing at songs from the 90s, don’t really care if it rains or shines”

- I hope you have a good day and (maybe you have a few new songs to listen to) :] <3

Gotta start setting up a Glenwood Playlist, these are all so good!

#castlereplies #echovale052

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I’ve always wanted to contribute to the tiny corner of the website that is wozblr but unfortunately wozblr is mostly made up of fanart, and I can’t draw for shit. But what I can do is write, and I especially love AU’s. So, allow me to scream some stw au’s/headcanons into the void:

Terry Lesler is the designated driver

Target Employee had high alcohol tolerance, Wendy’s Employee can get dead drunk after half a can of spiked lemonade

Jerry Attricks also has high alcohol tolerance but is also perpetually drunk/high for whatever reason

Chet Shaft was Steel Wool’s old manager, and was such a bad boss that he made Steel want to kill him (which we all know how that ended)

Jeb Jab knows that the other games they play are technically not Gex, but he has spent an egregious amount of time writing a complex theory that makes every other game canon and connected to the Gex games somehow (he has a Pepe Silvia-style wall in his residence with all the connections and theories bridged by yarn)

Alternatively, Jeb really thinks all games are Gex and Rex/Scott have had to go through elaborate shenanigans to make sure he doesn’t find out the truth (would make an amazing fanfic)

Liza Lotts is Kay Swiss’ ex

The Shaft family owns the Games on a Shelf franchise, which is how they got their wealth

Steel Wool is one of Jerry Attricks’ patients, evidenced by the line in Borderline Forever when he states that he’s had patients who’ve killed people

Jerry Attricks has also probably killed someone

The reason why there’s an absence of good law enforcement in the wozverse is because the events of the WiiWare Chronicles actually occurred, abolishing government and law enforcement bodies. Only small groups of officers remain, including Steel Wool and Police Employee.

Jebrex is canon

#wozblr #scott the woz #stw headcanons #jeb jab #rex mohs #terry lesler #jerry attricks #steel wool #chet shaft #kay swiss #jebrex #target employee #wendy’s employee #screaming into the void #gex night

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Over The Wall {Crowned Heads}

~part 1~

Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Romance, Royal!AU

1314 words

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You walked to your usual hangout spot. Eventhough you were very late, again, you were walking slowly and peacefully. You knew what your friends would say about it and you knew you wouldn’t care. You’d apologize and move on, just to be late again next time.

Even before turning around the corner, you could see the cigarette smoke coming from where your friends were standing.

“… so I told him to piss off.” Liza said, blowing smoke out of her mouth while leaning back nonchalant.

“No you didn’t,” Jayda chuckled, “He has you in a chokehold as always. You can’t get enough.”

Even without context, you knew exactly what this was about. You turned the corner and joined them without saying anything.

“No. No. This time I was serious. He has to pull his weight, or I kick his ass out and he can go live with his mom again.”

Dura rolled her eyes, “Even if you do kick him out, you’ll let him back in a week later when he buys you gold or something.”

“I mean, yeah. Obviously. Gold is gold.” Shrugged Liza.

That made the group laugh. That’s when they finally noticed you.

Jayda pushed herself away from the wall she’d been leaning against, “Well, well. See who finally decided to show up.”

You looked straight at her, not afraid of anything she’d do. She hadn’t had anything yet, so you knew she wouldn’t crawl your eyes out. Jayda has always looked very tough, but she was harmless. Unless she’d mixed her alcohol with weed again.

“Lost track of time.” You explained, shrugging it away while taking a beer from the cooler.

Liza looked away, pursing her lips, “Well, I’m glad you have enough free time to be late. Some of us don’t have that luxury. I have kids to pick up in less than an hour.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “The consequences of your own actions, I’d say.”

Dura waved everyone to silence, “Shut up. Did you remember to bring beer or not?”

Today had been your turn to buy beer for the group, which is why they were more annoyed than usual that you were late. Sadly for them, you had decided you didn’t like drinking with them and therefore didn’t bring anything.

You didn’t say anything, just looked Dura dead in the eyes until she understood that that meant no.

“Are you serious?” Liza acted like you just told her you stole her phone and ran it over with a train.

Jayda just shook her head disapprovingly, you knew she was thinking about killing you and you believed she might.

Meanwhile all Dura had done was walk away. Clearly annoyed, sighing loudly.

You didn’t get the big deal. You’d think they wouldn’t trust you with this anymore. You ‘forgot’ to bring beverages last time as well and sort of figured someone else would take care of it as a precaution. Over the last few months this group had really started to annoy you. Maybe you decided to not care anymore because you hoped to get kicked out, maybe it was just to be mean. Who knew, really? But the thought of them telling you to leave and not come back did seem great right now.

It seemed like Dura finally got back to herself again as she turned around and walked back towards you, “The only day in the week we can all get drunk, and not only do you turn up late, you forget the most important part?”

You placed your hand on your chest like she just offended you, “You mean… I’m not the most important part?”

“I’m gonna kill her.” Liza said under her breath, making you laugh.

Dura shook her head, clearly to calm herself, “Alright. Okay. Well, there’s not enough time for you to run to the stores and get some. And I don’t trust you with that anyway. So you messed this up for all of us. If this happens one more time, you’re out.”

You shrugged and checked out your nails.

Liza decided to open her mouth again, “No, no, I’m sorry, but I'm not cool with that. Something has to happen right now.”

Jayda leaned back against the wall she was standing against before. This was a castle wall, on the other side was part of the big royal garden. But no one ever came to this side of the garden so it was safe to do whatever.

Jayda seemed to have the same school of thought as you did. She looked at the wall and then to you. A faul grin appeared on her face, “Why don’t we play a game?”

That’s almost the exact opposite of what you’d expected her to say.

No one was as confused as Liza, “What?”

“She has to climb the wall and bring us back some nice flowers or something.” Jayda continued.

That was a dumb idea even for this group. You had clearly forgotten once again you were the only one here with more than one brain cell.

“I would like a rose.” Liza said, suddenly agreeing with Jayda’s crazy idea.

Dura was the only one who seemed hesitant, “You guys know that’s an actual criminal offense right?”

Jayda shrugged and brought her cigarette back to her mouth, “Make sure you don’t get caught then. But don’t worry, she’s too scared to actually do it anyway.”

She knew exactly how to light your fire. A dare. The only way to prove you were not scared was to actually climb the wall. You looked at the stone structure, the ivy all over it would make it very doable to get to the top, you’d just have to trust on the fact the other side had ivy or something similar as well. Without saying a word, you started climbing.

“Bring me a rose. The prettiest you can find!” Liza yelled as if you were a hundred meters away.

“Shut up.” You hissed. The last thing you wanted right now is to get the attention of a cop or palace guard.

“Come back down.” Dura said, she clearly hated the idea. She was the only one thinking of the real consequences there would be to this.

You peaked over the top into the garden. You didn’t see much but you could already tell it was gorgeous. This side was fairly sheltered from the palace so going down would be quite safe.

“Be right back.” you said right as you jumped over. You couldn’t pass up a challenge.

You knew this was stupid and the moment you stood on the soft, green grass, you regretted everything. But there was no turning back now. Time to find a flower.

“Come back.” Dura hissed loudly, clearly very annoyed.You weren’t going to respond and started carefully walking alongside the wall. Going away from it seemed like a dumb idea, at least if you were to be seen now you could quickly climb over. You were grateful for the hedges shielding you from the sight of the palace, getting caught would be a big issue seeing as you were trespassing. The more you thought about it the dumber this whole thing was. Stupid Liza and her dumb roses. If you could find a flower you were going to shove it down her throat.

Why were there no flowers? None whatsoever. You’d think the royal garden would be filled with flowers as far as the eye could see, but there were none whatsoever. Maybe on the other side of the castle? But you were not walking that far.

You decided to just go back to your group and climb back over. You turned around and froze where you stood.

A curse word left your lips before you could think about it. You were so screwed and you knew it.

You looked right into the confused eyes of prince Seungcheol.

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#seventeen #crowned heads #prince #choi seungcheol #seongcheol #s.coups #fanfiction #romance #fanfic #fluff

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irrealisms · 8 months

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new pinned post!

blog organization

tags list about ao3

fanfic

lifesteal between the moth and the moon: T, vitalasy&zam. a conversation about graves and death and love and hope. 1.2k. every martyr in this jungle: T, vitalasy&zam. a conversation that goes nowhere and doesn't help anyone. but they're trying. 1.4k. Game Over. Try Again?: T, vitalasy-centric. does it count as a time loop if you're the one making it happen? 2.3k no apple but a heart: M, vitalasy-centric. "when you kill someone, you get their heart" taken literally, or: the one in which vitalasy eats subz's dead body as an act of devotion. 1.1k. and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear: T, parrot&spoke. PMMM au of the conversation parrot and spoke have post-wormhole. 1.1k. the visceral organs used for food: M, vitalasy&planetlord. the stream where vitalasy spawnkills planet in the prison, set in the same universe as no apple but a heart. 2.6k. every hand is a storm: T, vitalasy/zam. PMMM au of their relationship starting and ending. 2.7k.

dsmp and behind us is the devil: T, bench trio-centric. pieces of my we know the devil au. three chapters/hours, each of which focuses on a different character & a different relationship. 3.3k. no one gets too much light: T, tubbo-centric. a drunk conversation between tubbo & ranboo in new l'manburg after tubbo finds the exile pole. 1.8k gadfly: T, dream-centric. dream goes into heat in pandora's vault. 2.6k. if this wine hasn't turned to vinegar: G, niki-centric. wilbur is niki's soulmate; niki isn't wilbur's. a relationship study of the wilbur & niki relationship, from niki's pov. 3k. isolate song: T, tommy-centric. avian!tommy post-exile recovery, but with way more birdsong neurology facts than is usual for the genre. 3k. two for flinching!: T, dream&wilbur&tommy. mild canon divergence between 'inconsolable differences' and 'boundless sands', where wilbur goes to confront dream a second time; a compare-contrast on the tommy&wilbur and tommy&dream relationships. 3.8k. liza forever minnelli: M, wilbur-centric. hunger games au. about mental illness and institutionalization. mind the tags. 4.7k. the autopsy garland: M, dream-centric. hunger games au. about RPF fandom and youtube celebrity culture. mind the tags. 4k. where you hide your heart from me: T, wilbur/quackity. in pogtopia, wilbur preens quackity's wings. 2k. you're fairly certain there's a curtain somewhere: T, techno-centric. script-format metafiction about being a character in a collaborative medium. 1k. one must imagine Sisyphus happy: T, wilbur&quackity. during a late night in las nevadas, wilbur and quackity have a conversation about living. 1.6k. under these smothering waves: T, tommy&dream. a snapshot from exile arc. 3.7k. how everything is torn: T, ghostbur-centric. ghostbur angst set in the gap between ghostbur on doomsday and the resurrection attempt 4 days later. 2.3k.

mdzs/cql i don't have the heart to match: T, jiang cheng-centric. what if jiang cheng was a self-closeted trans woman? 4.5k. no one lays a lily on their grave: T, jiang cheng & jin ling. a post-canon conversation about grieving people you loved who did terrible things. 2.5k. our crooked aim: M, jiang cheng/lan wangji. what if they had grief hatesex about the absence of wei wuxian? think about it. 2k. how easy you are to need: M, xue yang/xiao xingchen. an exploration of xue yang's history with sexual abuse and xiao xingchen's relationship with touch. 2.7k, with an 800 word bonus scene.

tma stifled the choice and the air in my lungs: E, jon/elias. set in late s4. extremely dubiously consensual sex for the sake of feeding the Eye. 4k. watch the blood evaporate: M, jon-centric. jon whump about self-harm and suicide attempts. 2.6k. dream when there's nothing to feast on: T, jon&daisy. a conversation from late s4 about starving. 1.6k. here or not here: E, martin/peter. martin dissociates through a series of bad decisions during s4. 3k. your body is not a word: M, jon-centric. jon exchanges sex with strangers for statements; there's dubious consent on both sides. 1.8k.

silmarillion always already annihilated: T, turgon/gondolin. paris burning/cityverse au. or: in an au in which cities are people, turgon falls in love with his. 2.6k. [DISCLAIMER: from here on out, we're reaching my older writing; there's a lot here that's good but there's also a lot here that i would do differently now!] sweating out the poison: E, maedhros/maglor. dubcon + omegaverse + post-sirion angst. 2.2k. whatever a moon has always meant: M, indis/míriel. an exploration of doubt, grief, and faith. 3.3k. wherefore art thou come: T, fingon/maedhros. fingon survives the nirnaeth; maedhros plans to march on doriath. a fix-it, but only if your vision of a fix-it includes murder. 1.2k. in the indigos of darkness: T, about original númenorean characters. a story about found family, three unrepentant king’s men under pharazôn, disability, religion, and death. 5.4k. melt, thaw, resolve: T, maedhros-centric. maedhros attempts suicide. 2k. we but teach bloody instructions: T, maedhros&maglor. scenes of maedhros and maglor having arguments about morality while raising elrond and elros. 5.4k. what you sow: M, maedhros-centric. maedhros has nightmares. one after angband; one after sirion. 2.6k. pitch black, pale blue: T, about original númenorean characters. a short history of númenor, as told by its women. 4k. survival skills: E, maedhros/fingon or maedhros/sauron depending on how you look at it, which should be all the summary and content warning you need. 1k.

taz balance corvidae: M, lup & taako. abandoned multichapter fic with the premise of lup & taako as a DID system. 7.5k. liebesahnung: E, lup/barry bluejeans. hurt/comfort sex about gender dysphoria. 2k. as the tide: T, magnus/lucretia. a nonlinear love story that is also a tragedy that has a happy ending. 4k. but thinking makes it so: G, lucretia-centric character study. 2k.

we know the devil 3 a.m.: G, venus-centric. a venus pov character study of yellow ending 3am. says as much about 16-year-old-will as it does about venus, imo. 1.9k.

fic rec masterposts dsmp [no others yet but you can ask if you want me to post my tma + mdzs ones]

web weaves, moodboards, and collages

about my life quitting therapy Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani? i was born for this my hands are clean. / your mind is not. if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it. Aww, did you think you broke the cycle?

lifesteal you wear the moon like a halo: zam's grief over subz, and the thin line between hallucination and haunting fox, chicken, grain: eclipse federation and 2+1

we know the devil the three worst girls since eve - three collages for the three main characters the devil is lonely - a moodboard for the game as a whole

dsmp as the last i may know: c!tubbo diptych: c!crimeboys PERPETRATOR TRAUMA: c!quackity and no one was gonna come and get me: c!fundy c!wilbur + relationships c!wilbur + death as catharsis c!wilbur + change, and the lack of it exile arc + water c!wilbur + legacy attachments on the dream smp new l'manburg

meta

dsmp c!tommy is annoying (and that's important) c!wilbur and his audience bedrock bros analysis in defense of l'manberg

nbc hannibal nbc hannibal and psychiatric abuse

silmarillion [DISCLAIMER: from here on out, we're reaching my older writing; there's a lot here that's good but there's also a lot here that i would do differently now!] tolkien & the fall of arda (short) on being a Christian with complicated feelings about Eru on original sin and loving terrible elves a fading world in defense of Maeglin my feelings about Númenor and religion martyrdom in tolkien (short) religious conflicts between pelargir & umbar tolkien and religious feelings (short) a defense of fëanor's refusal to break the silmarils

#therapists dni #long post

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ourflagmeansdeth · 7 months

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pregaming the finale because i’m gonna be too critical of it if i don’t

#idk if this is healthy #but alas. i must do what needs to be done #i watch with my former roommate and boy is she in for a treat!#(me drunk and possibly ovulating) lol #tw alcohol #ofmd s2 spoilers #i guess #liza talks

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critter-of-habit · 8 months

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Rules: shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @fiddleabout and this will distract me briefly from new Ahsoka ep nerves lol

Looking too Closely - Fink

Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday

Wakanda Forever - Ludwig Goransson

Lost - Liza Anne

The End of Love - Florence + The Machine

The World Ender - Lord Huron

Dial Drunk - Noah Kahan

Ahsoka End Credits - Kevin Kiner

The Others - The Jezabels

Be On Your Way - Daughter

Not tagging because lazy but feel free to do it yourself and tag me so I can find new music :3

#this is a reasonably eclectic mix #critter rambles #kinda surprised the Billie Holiday song is even on the playlist I didn't think I listened to it much lol

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triviareads · 1 month

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i just finished a novel you recommended (bed me duke! excellent!) and moved on to my usual annual re-read of northanger abbey and do you have any recommendations for romance novels for each austen couple? i think that would be pretty cool!

I love that! the Bed Me series has never failed me so far, and I'm very excited for book 4, Bed Me, Baronet (the hero's a blond and possibly a virgin based on ALL his friends speculating about him in each of their books lol). As for romance novels based on Austen couples, I'm gonna be a little selective here because I haven't actually read Sense and Sensibility (but I vaguely remember watching the movie) or Mansfield Park:

Pride and Prejudice

There are lots of romance novel adaptations of Pride and Prejudice, and there are even more claiming to be inspired by the "enemies to lovers" aspect of P&P EVEN IF IT'S NOT AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE. So my best recommendation would be Pride and Protest by Nikki Payne; it's a modern adaptation set in Washington D.C.; Liza is a local radio DJ and activist who meets Dorsey (a Filipino adoptee) and realizes they're on opposite sides of the gentrification situation occurring in DC. I loved how the book dealt with the class difference along with the added layer of race. It also modernized the "proposal" aspect really well imo because randomly asking a gal to marry you without even dating wouldn't necessarily work in the modern era BUT the proposal Dorsey put out there still felt inherently degrading to Liza even if she'd hooked up with him already (another change from the original, and an appreciated one).

Persuasion

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas: I'll forever recommend this; McKenna and Aline were childhood sweethearts before they were separated by her father the earl, because McKenna was a stableboy. Now he's uber-wealthy and resentful about what happened all those years ago BACK for REVENGE and by revenge I mean he's going to seduce Aline and... that's about it lol. Never has a man come back with more loathing/self-loathing with a plan that's so half-baked even his drunk friend is like "but are you sure buddy".

Full Moon Over Freedom by Angelina M. Lopez: Another second-chance romance; Gillian asked Nicky to take her virginity when they were teenagers and teach her about sex stuff before leaving for college. Now she's back and divorced, and they're skirting around each other and having multiple clandestine encounters even though they think it's all temporary. While there's not much of a class difference, you get the sense Nicky thought of himself as her bit o'rough and she was an unattainable princess-type to him.

The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long: Second chance romance with love at first sight; There were a couple aspects that really reminded me of Persuasion; there's very similar language to Anne where Olivia is described as having "withered away" since Lyon left, and she refuses all other suitors. And! Lyon is a sailor like Wentworth except, well, not on the legal side of things lol. It's also just super romantic when they do reunite years later.

Emma

Bed Me, Baron by Felicity Niven: George and Phoebe are long-time friends who've known each other since she was a baby. She asks him for sex lessons so she can help her please her future husband who she's engaged to (not George lol). While there's not much of an age gap in this one (4 years), George Danforth is daddy so that should square you away there.

Olivia and the Masked Duke by Grace Callaway: Here's an Emma/Knightley-ish age gap, plus, Ben and Livy were family friends/friends since she was a kid. Later on, she sees him having sex with another woman in the stables and it's basically her sexual and romantic awakening, so she spends a lot of the book chasing after him while he's running for his life.... until he isn't. Sex-wise the vibes are daddy dom/mildly bratty.

Sense and Sensibility

The closest I could think of in terms of Marianne/Col. Brandon was Rosalind and Torrington from A Recipe for a Rogue by Kathleen Ayers. Like Marianne, Rosalind is initially horrified that an *older man* like Torrington might want to marry her (the number of old man-girdle and secretly balding hair jokes.... hilarious) and Rosalind avoids every attempt her mother makes to match them. Torrington is attracted to her from the get-go and slowly woos her by way of exchanging recipes, baked goods, and licking food off her thighs.

tbh I have no idea who'd fit Elinor/Edward's vibe.

Northanger Abbey

It's actually very hard to find heroes who have Henry Tilney's playful irreverence paired with Catherine's sweet naivete so I'm holding off on this one for now!

#book recs #kathleen ayers #angelina m lopez #grace callaway #felicity niven #julie anne long #lisa kleypas #nikki payne #historical romance #romance novels #contemporary romance #ask #jane austen #pride and prejudice

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thelizaxlevin · 2 months

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Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

liza 📲 wes: Babe liza 📲 wes: Sterling@gsve me green shots??????? liza 📲 wes: iodk whst it was, but it's tastyu! liza 📲 wes: And I miss you liza 📲 wes: Csn you get us an Uber? And meet me outside bc I wanna kiss your@face

@wesxevans

#meme day #txt: wes

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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I posted 1,891 times in 2022

That's 1,765 more posts than 2021!

739 posts created (39%)

1,152 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@adderess

@aemonds-war-crime

@echte-liebe-bitches

@theladyalicent

@aemondtargaryensrider

I tagged 1,590 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#aemond targaryen - 934 posts

#house of the dragon - 474 posts

#answered ask - 437 posts

#aemond stannies - 360 posts

#aemond one eye - 354 posts

#aemond fanfic - 283 posts

#aemond x reader - 258 posts

#aemond imagine - 246 posts

#hotd - 215 posts

#pro aemond targaryen - 203 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#honestly this is my favorite picture of aemond to date and i will never get tired of posting it

My Top Posts in 2022:

hi!! could we maybe pretty please get a drabble of aemond and female!reader taking a bath together and her taking care of his beautiful hair? just aemond being so in love and letting himself be vulnerable around his lover 🥹 (ive just envisioned him letting out his iconic 'mhm' as he's having his scalp massaged and squealed out loud he's too much for meee) thank you have a nice day!!!

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Comedy of Errors Pt. 1

Based off this post, I had to write a short drabble haha it's been eating at my brain ALL DAY.

Part 2 here

Aemond x drunk!reader | hilarity ensues

You were very drunk.

It wasn't often you indulged, but tonight Aegon had successfully persuaded you to down goblet after goblet of wine until the hour grew late and your vision swam before your bleary eyes.

Your husband, throwing a last exasperated look to his elder brother, helped you rise from the table. "Y/N, put your arm around my shoulders. No, my shoulders, Y/N."

With a long-suffering sigh, Aemond grabbed your limp wrist, pulling your arm over his shoulders himself. You giggled madly, egged on by Aegon's tipsy cackles. It was just the three of you remaining in the dining hall, Helaena had long since made her escape back to her chambers.

It was with difficulty Aemond maneuvered you both around the oaken table and to the door. "Good night you two!" Aegon called after your retreating forms, raising another full cup to toast a farewell, sitting now alone inside the firelit hall.

Aemond had indulged in one glass of wine, switching to water for the rest of the evening. He had watched with increasing alarm at how quickly you'd inhaled each refill of your own drink, casting warning glares to his brother whenever Aegon refilled your cup enthusiastically.

You were having a tough time walking, much less being able to see the details of where you were being led. Your voice slurred as you tried to speak to the man helping you to your rooms. "I can quite manage on my own, thank you oh generous lord...lady...whoever you are." You ran a hand along Aemond's chest letting out a giggle. "Lord it is. You're a man."

"Last time I checked." Aemond said dryly, hoisting you back upright as your knees buckled slightly, opening the door to your shared bedroom and guiding you through before relinquishing his hold on you. "I am also your husband."

You collapsed onto the couch. "My husband." You smiled dreamily; eyes taken in by the dancing flames of the fireplace. "My husband is a dragon, you know."

"Is he indeed." Aemond crouched before you to unlace your shoes, smiling slightly as you continued.

"Oh yes." You lifted a heavy foot to aid in the removal of your shoes, your feet aching. "He's tall, like this tall." You raised a limp hand into the air above your head. "His hair is gorgeous. It's ridiculous really, he refuses to tell me the secret."

"Mhm. Go on."

"Yeah...so silky and long...it's not fair. He's smart, like book smart you know?" You tapped your temple with a finger.

"I do." Aemond was making a valiant effort to keep a straight face as he looked up at you from the rug, kneading small circles into the arch of your foot.

"He's brave, he rides Vhagar." You lowered your voice to a whisper at the dragon's name. "The biggest lizard in all the world."

Aemond laughed loudly at that, his voice filling the room. "Does he now? Sounds like quite a man."

"Oh he is." You laid back against the cushions, sighing dreamily, a little trickle of drool running down the corner of your mouth. "He is absolute magic in bed." You sat up again suddenly, swaying as your vision spun. "His cock is about the size of a Pentosi-"

"I think," Aemond interrupted, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "It is quite time for bed, don't you?"

"Mmm, bed." You agreed, trying to stand only to fall back against the sofa, laughing helplessly.

"Here, my love." Aemond, ever patient with you, sat you upright, reaching around your waist to pull at the laces of your dress.

You slapped his hands away, a frown upon your flushed features. "No, no, no, for my husband only."

"Y/N I-"

"No, his hands only touch." You gestured to yourself before raising your arms like a marionette doll. "Help me to bed, Clive."

"I'm having words with Aegon tomorrow." Aemond murmured, knowing that arguing would be useless as he helped you stand and make your stumbling way to the bed.

He tried once more to assist you out of your heavy gown, but you hit at his chest weakly with loose fists. "I'll tell my husband of this behavior; he'll have something to say to you when he finds out."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Aemond sighed, relenting as you shook a stern finger at the bedpost.

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2,236 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

I am mind blown at how good your writing is! Absolutely mind blown! Your portrayal of Aemond in every single piece is just 👌🥹

I do have a teency little request if you’re still taking them and that’s Aemond all frustrated with you, seeing as you’ve been teasing him constantly throughout a feast, which is when he demands/drags you away into a dark corner which he then proceeds to absolutely annihilate you from behind, I’m talking slapping your ass, literally pounding you that hard you’ll have fingerprint bruises all over your hips and thighs, wrapping his hands around your neck and making sure you realise that you BELONG to him. No one else… Please excuse me as I go and fan myself 🥵🔥

Hi!

I hope this is what you were thinking of!

Pure filth

I held off tagging anyone because I won't do that for nsfw fics

Word count: 1233

Aemond x f!reader | smut | lots of smut | possessive Aemond

You were dreadfully bored.

The dinner was dragging on longer than you had the patience for. Hours seemed to have passed since you’d finished eating. The droning conversation around the long table sounding much like the buzzing of lazy bees.

You glanced at your husband out of the corner of your eye, mischief twisting in your pleasantly full stomach. He certainly looked polished, poised, and ever so handsome. His long silver hair falling over his shoulders, glimmering in the candlelight. His violet eye, surveying the chattering crowd with mild disinterest; the other side of his face covered by a leather eyepatch, giving him a roguish appearance. You wished to run your fingers along his sharp jawline, gripping his strong chin with your fingers and…ah he’d caught you staring.

Aemond’s eye had alighted upon your face, seeming to sense the intensity of your gaze. His curved lips quirked slightly in a debonair smirk.

He could see right through you.

By the dilation of his pupil, he was feeling much the same upon surveying your own alluring features.

Under the pretense of raising your goblet of wine to your mouth, you reached with your free hand under the table, caressing Aemond’s knee. He shot you a warning glance, but did not move away, enabling you to continue tracing a wandering path higher up his leg.

You felt his long fingers grip your playful hand as you reached toward the inside of his upper thigh, stilling your progress. You pouted at him over the rim of your glass.

His eye smoldered violet fire, grip tightening.

You moved your foot then, gently rubbing it up and down his calf. Aemond looked briefly up to the ceiling, as if searching for strength amongst the vaulted beams there, before moving just out of reach of your exploratory foot, his hand still restraining your own.

Servants approached, bringing with them desserts which they placed on the table before you. You returned your hands to where decorum dictated, helping yourself to a portion of chocolate pudding.

You caught Aemond’s gaze as you raised a spoonful to your lips, making sure not to break eye contact as you slowly sucked the delectable mousse into your mouth.

His lips parted, the prince was barely able to conceal the desire and aggravation warring across his face. His hands, resting now beside his plate, clenched into fists.

Abruptly, he stood.

You glanced down but his tunic was long enough to conceal any evidence of your hard work from prying eyes.

Aemond extended a hand to you. “May I have a word, dear wife?”

“Of course, loving husband.” You took his proffered hand, his fingers instantly vicelike upon yours.

With barely restrained haste, Aemond practically dragged you from your seat and out the door into the cooler air of the empty corridor.

It was a large, long hallway, framed on either side by stone columns, behind one of which your husband pulled you. The breath left your lungs in a rush as he pushed you roughly back against the cool surface, his lips hot upon your own. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, tasting the dessert you had sampled.

You returned his embrace with fervor, tangling your fingers into his long hair, pulling him harder against you.

Aemond broke away to look at your face, his hands gripping your waist. “You think you can torment me, and suffer no consequences?”

“I was actually hoping there’d be some repercussions.” You breathed out, gasping as Aemond spun you around, your hands rising to support your weight upon the red stone pillar.

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2,425 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

"Can I sit here?" "Y/N, that's my lap."

Yep! Inspired by this post haha I couldn't RESIST

Aemond x reader | drunk tipsy reader

“May I sit here?”

“Y/N…that’s my lap.”

You pouted at Aemond, your lower lip jutting out. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Tipsy.” You corrected, raising a finger in delicate objection, swaying on the spot. “In fact, I feel quite unbalanced…oh no…” With a sigh of false distress, you sank to sit upon Aemond’s thigh, grinning as his hands came up instinctively to support your waist.

“You’re insufferable.” The prince fought down the smile tugging at his lips. Your faces were very close as you leaned against his chest, gliding your fingers through his long silver hair.

“You love me anyway.” You skimmed your lips along his forehead, before planting a sloppy kiss to the side of his face.

Aemond took hold of your face, gripping your chin between two long fingers. “Indeed. For some odd reason, I do.” He pulled you in for a kiss, teasing your lower lip with light nibbles.

You scooted to a more secure position in your lover’s lap, wrapping your arms tighter about his shoulders. Aemond’s head tilted back as you deepened the kiss, sweeping your eager tongue against his.

“You taste of several different ales.” Aemond observed, pulling away enough to measure your expressions with his keen violet eye.

“Tipsy.” You repeated, feeling it necessary to defend your current blurry state of mind. “And horny.” You giggled.

Aemond sucked in a sharp breath, pressing his finger to your lips to shush you. You took it upon yourself to take that digit into your mouth, laving it with your tongue in the way you wished to suck on a different member of his.

“Y/N, by the hells.” Aemond tried to be cross with you, but his eye crinkled as he looked up at you. “You are in a state.”

“You could help me…out of a state.” You wiggled suggestively where you perched upon his legs.

“Not while you’re inebriated.” Aemond shook his head, his mouth thinning into a line. “That’s out of the question. Go drink some water, then come back and woo me.”

“Woo you?” You laughed raucously, throwing your head back. “I never dreamt I’d hear you say the word ‘woo’. Woo!” Your laughter caught in your throat as Aemond raked his teeth across your exposed neck, nipping at your delicate flesh. You looked back down at him, the pout back on your face. “That’s not playing fair, Aemond.”

“Hmm. Rich coming from you, my lady.”

You scooped your hair to one side, arching your neck for him. “Do that again.”

“No.” Aemond practically growled, gripping your waist tighter, making to move you off his lap.

You clung tighter to him, refusing to be removed. Aemond only struggled momentarily before falling back against his seat, a bemused expression upon his face. “I’ll make a deal with you, though I don’t usually bargain with drunkards.”

“Tipsy.”

“Go drink some water, enough to sober up and I will take you back to our chambers where we may resume…whatever this is.” Aemond gestured with his free hand to your entwined bodies. “If you still wish to.”

His words almost sobered you on their own, you tilted your head looking at him, a warm emotion spreading through your chest. Carefully, you rose back to your feet, placing a delicate kiss to the palm of Aemond’s hand. “Alright.”

The prince seemed genuinely surprised at your sudden shift in demeanor. He closed his fingers around where you’d kissed, rubbing the skin there lightly. You wanted to kiss him everywhere your lips could reach, but first you’d need to find where they had put all the water.

3,668 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hear me out, mild but super passionate after sex where aemond lets reader braid his hair 😩 while keeping her on his lap (her straddling him), caressing her body, holding her for dear life and softly kissing every inch of skin he can reach… just please I could die for thisss (specially if you make him use valyrian here and there), he deserves the purest, most desperate love

GOD I had to address this one real quick good lord over here fanning myself! This is a shorter drabble, but I plan on revisiting very often in future fics.

Aemond x female!reader | Smut leading to fluff...leading back to smut I got carried away | post-coital bliss | Breeding kink?

"Aemond!" His name spilled from your lips, as it had many times during the course of that warm night. You came undone around him as he thrusted erratically up into your heated core, spilling his warm seed deep inside you. Your hands pressed against his chest, Aemond gripping your hips so tight you expected marks would show the next day. You straddled him, milking his cock as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

"Y/N." Aemond breathed your name like a prayer, staring up at you, his silver hair splayed on the pillow. It was one of those rare, vulnerable moments he allowed you to be on top. With a shift, and his arms coming to hold you against him, Aemond sat up, so your chests brushed, his member still deep within you. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips. "Issa jorrāelagon, you were wonderful."

You took a lock of his hair in your fingers, pulling it over his shoulder as you began to braid. "I'm a natural at dragon riding."

Aemond snorted, not seeming to mind your attention to his hair as he littered kisses along your neck and shoulder. His arms were tight around you, holding you against him as though he wished to mold your bodies together. You chuckled wickedly as you felt him growing hard inside you once more, his cock twitching as you moved your hips teasingly. Aemond groaned, sucking the skin at your throat, his teeth and tongue working to mark you as his.

You continued weaving small braids into his long hair. "You have the loveliest hair, Aemond. It's quite unfair."

"Hmm." Was your only reply, he was busy kissing each freckle you had within reach of his lips. You let out a breathy gasp of pleasure as he began rutting gently into you. With firm hands at your back, Aemond guided you backwards to lay beneath him as he continued moving againt you with languid strokes.

He grabbed your legs, encouraging you to hook them around his torso, opening you further to his administrations. Aemond placed sloppy kisses to your breasts, his pace quickening, angled just right to hit the most sensitive part of you. Already you felt your core tightening with anticipation, your eyes rolling back as your mouth fell open, uttering a blissful sound halfway between his name and a moan.

"Aemond, I don't think I can." The sensation was so overwhelming, you could hardly think much less breathe, your vision going blurry as he drove himself deeper into you.

"You can, again. As many times as I will have you." Aemond's hand encircled your throat gently, his violet eye hooded as he looked down at your enraptured face. His pace was punishing now, the sound of your heavy breathing accompanied by the lewd wetness of your cunt already full from his last climax. "Take me, Y/N. I want you to bear me a child." Aemond was close, you could tell by the way his words slurred as he spoke. Your walls tightened around him, the feeling of overstimulation giving way to blinding ecstasy as you reached your limit. "I want to see your belly swell with my seed."

Those low, rasped words sent you over the edge. You cried out his name, falling apart once again, taking Aemond with you as he pumped more of his cum deep inside your aching core. His movements stilled, hand moving to cup the swell of your breast, kneading your plump flesh. After savoring the feel of your heat around him several more moments, Aemond reluctantly pulled out, leaving you feeling oddly empty.

"My, we've made quite a mess." Aemond got off the bed, walking to the water basin, grabbing a washcloth and soap as well.

You smiled with ardent affection for the man, watching him clean your body with tender care. He finished, frowning at the bedspread. "Yes, these sheets are quite ruined." Setting the bowl of soapy water aside, Aemond joined you on the mattress once more. "Does my little dragon rider desire a bath?" He placed a warm hand upon your stomach, ghosting his lips against your ear.

You reached up to comb your fingers through his hair, undoing the loosened braids you had made there. "I would love to bathe, but only if my dragon joins me."

"Hmm, you are in luck then, my love." Aemond chuckled softly, bringing your hand up to place soft kisses against your wrist. "Now you've claimed me, I will never leave your side."

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Love’s Train

Chapter Ten: 2021, Spring Break: In For a Pound

Warnings: getting drunk, smut, bad flirting.

Word Count: 6.4k

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As a sort of apology for last night–early morning, rather–Nate had their friends make breakfast for Quinn. Of course, they made some food for themselves but the picnic they wanted to have was for Quinn. She did let them into her house while her parents were away for the week and they’d started off on the wrong foot with the Autobots. The notion of breakfast immediately put Quinn in a good mood when Miles woke her. They walked together outside and Quinn had to rub her eyes at the sight in front of her eyes. Bumblebee, Optimus, and Ratchet were sitting outside near the table where all the food was set on while Ironhide stayed inside the barn. It looked like a feast. When did Quinn have this much stuff in the fridge?

“Looking good, Captain.” Bee winked as he sat back, his feet swinging from side to side. When did her friends meet Bumblebee? Maybe it was during the fiasco from last night. Quinn didn’t remember.

At the comment, Quinn glanced down at her clothes. They were her regular sleep clothes–a pair of soft shorts and a bra that looked sort of like a crop top. Nothing special. She cocked her head at Bee before she saw Optimus. Who was staring right at her.

Oh.

Quinn immediately crossed her arms over her chest and sat at the table with her friends. She forgot she threw off her shirt after Andi and Liza left her room so Optimus hadn’t seen her like that yet. Or at all. Her friends were already digging in with Miles only having a taste for toast, Nate gorged himself on bacon and sausage, Liza had a healthy balance of everything on the table while Andi had some eggs and toast. As Quinn started to take her first few bites of her meal, conversation started up.

“So… we’re using that pool at least once while we’re here, right?” Miles asked, a piece of toast in their mouth as he looked around at the table.

Andi nodded as soon as the words left their mouth. “Why have a pool in the first place? Actually… We should totally hang out in the pool tonight.” She suggested, winking at Quinn. It was like she knew where Quinn’s thoughts were going.

Optimus was most likely going to be watching over them while Bee joined in on the fun, much like a father would with his children. Except that meant he would also be able to see Quinn in a bathing suit. It wasn’t the first time but that time wasn’t so deliberate. Andi would make sure this time it would be deliberate. To put Quinn in a bikini or something that showed as much skin as possible, it was fair to assume Optimus was like most men in that regard. He just happened to be thirty feet tall and made of metal. Wasn’t that big of a difference.

“Agreed.” Liza said quickly with excitement in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to use the pool and just lay back in the water, floating.

The light of the day came and went, signaling when it was time for the humans to party. And when a party happened, it was customary for them to get drunk as hell. Except for Andi, she usually didn’t drink but it sure was fun to watch her friends lose their minds and act like children while intoxicated. Under the intense suggestions of her friends, Quinn did wear one of her more revealing swimsuits. An orange and green tropical patterned bikini with the bottoms having heart cut-outs at the hip while the top had string tied around Quinn’s neck to have it stay properly in place. She tied it a few times with the intention of not wanting to accidentally flash anyone.

“You look positively dashing, darling.” Liza joked in a British accent, adding a wink at the end as she saw what Quinn changed into. She wore a simple one piece in a deep blue. It was like those ones a lifeguard would wear, more akin to a bodysuit than something worn for swimming.

Miles beckoned them all outside, “Your brother got us all the good stuff.” They waved a hard lemonade in the air with a smirk on their lips.

Quinn shook her head as she crossed her arms, looking around at the scene outside. Nate was on a floatie with a red solo cup in his hand as the floatie drifted in the water. Andi was in the middle of a talk with Bee about…. Well, bees and Liza ran past Quinn to jump into the pool, making a big splash. Nate pursed his lips as water sprayed on his body, agitation making itself known in the pools of his dark eyes.

Her friends were having fun so why shouldn’t she? Quinn grabbed a beer from the cooler and twisted the cap open, throwing it in the trash before she took a sip.

As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, something shifted within her.

She’s had alcohol plenty of times before, she’s twenty-two now so that gives her legality to both purchase and drink alcohol. This was different. The times Quinn would drink, it usually wasn’t for the purposes of getting drunk or to do something she’d regret in the morning. It was just because her friends were and she needed to retain some level of sobriety to watch over them. She was pretty good at it.

Now that Quinn wasn’t the one having to watch over others, she could care less.

When music started to play from Miles’ speaker, something inside Quinn’s mind started to buzz. She could barely even register her body starting to move along to the beat until Andi and Liza started to cheer. As the upbeat song ended, Quinn found herself laying on a pool chair and staring up at the night sky with a beer bottle sitting next to her.

“The moon is so pretty.” Quinn gushed, her hands sitting folded on her stomach. A buzzed flush was starting on her cheeks, leading all the way down to her chest. She had quite a lot of beer. “I wish I could kiss her.” She pouted.

Andi chuckled off to the side of her and nodded. “You wanna kiss the moon? Not Optimus?” She asked with a smirk.

It was fun to Quinn like this. She was naturally funny already but to see her so plastered that she didn’t think before she spoke was even more hilarious. Quinn was usually so calculated, anxious that if she said anything wrong the person she said it to would despise her for the rest of their finite life. There was so much lurking behind those glasses and layers of miss matched tattoo ink.

“I want to kiss Optimus!” Quinn whined as she shook her head then giggled. “I want to do more than just kiss him, though.” Now this caught the attention of Liza and Andi while Bee just laughed as he listened. “Y’know, Ratchet said there’s ways we can fuck! He did say ‘safe.’ But if I’m gonna have sex with a thirty foot robot who has a voice that does things to me then I’d rather he would rail me into oblivion.” She hummed. Looked like Quinn was a horny drunk, huh.

Quinn’s little spiel made everyone start laughing. Except for Nate who just looked disappointed, letting out a small laugh after he couldn’t contain it anymore. And well…

It just so happened that Optimus chose to leave the barn and make his way to the pool while Quinn was in the middle of her tangent. He was standing near the far end of the pool, away from where Quinn was but he could hear everything as clearly as if he was standing right next to her. Andi lifted her hands to her mouth while Quinn cocked her head at her friend, not registering what had her looking so shocked.

Then Quinn followed Andi’s line of sight and saw Optimus. He was standing quietly, the only noises he was emitting were from the mechanisms whirring inside him. “Oh hi, Prime!” Quinn waved happily. Her embarrassment filter left her when she was drunk. Maybe that was a good thing or else Liza was sure Quinn would have died on the spot if she was sober. Slowly, Optimus approached the human. His human. He knelt down behind the pool chair and watched as Quinn bent her neck to be able to see him as she layed. “You’re so tall.” Quinn hummed, catching his gaze in her own eyes. “I wanna climb you.”

Andi buried her head in her hands as those words left Quinn’s mouth. Maybe it was time to cut off Quinn for the night, they had been at the pool for a few hours at that point.

Optimus looked around at the others in the pool. “I suggest all of you go inside and get some sleep. I’ll deal with this one.” He sounded like a father at that moment, scolding his children for having a party while he wasn’t there to watch them.

Without any complaints, each of them retreated into the house while Bee transformed into his car form and drove to the front of the house. Whatever was about to happen, he didn’t want to be anywhere near them when it happened. Quinn, on the other hand, pouted.

“But my friends!” Quinn whined, reaching out for Andi as she disappeared inside the house.

Optimus picked Quinn up from her pool chair with both hands, one underneath the other while she sat up a little and frowned. At least she remembered to readjust herself so she wouldn’t fall from his grip. “You and your friends have had enough. Your blood alcohol content level is well above the acceptable level.” Optimus explained, optics running over Quinn’s figure as he made his way to the barn that he inhabited. It seemed as if she had other plans before getting sidetracked by her intoxication. A shame, really.

Quinn groaned in response, leaning into one of Optimus’ fingers. “I’m not a kid.” She complained with her arms crossed.

“I know, soul spark.” Lord, did Optimus know that a little too well. His optics flicked from Quinn’s face to her chest. The bikini did nothing but enhance her chest and Optimus couldn’t not look. “But part of being soulmates is taking care of each other, is it not?” Quinn already did her part in full. She gave him and his Cybertronian brothers freedom, it was only fair Optimus would spend the rest of their lifetime together trying to live up to that.

Quinn yawned, feeling her body start to shut down now that she wasn’t continuously having beer. “I guess so.” She hummed, eyes drowsy. Not more than a few seconds later, Quinn fell asleep in Optimus’ metallic palm.

“Should we leave?” Ratchet asked while in the middle of recalibrating Ironhide’s cannons. They were having a bit of trouble appearing when he wanted them to.

Optimus could tell what Ratchet was insinuating. He did have certain plans that he wanted to enact that day but it wasn’t meant to be, it seemed. The Autobot leader shook his head as he turned to the small loft Quinn put a bed on. She mostly used it when she was working on cars or Cybertronians alike and it started to get late, it was far closer than trying to sneak back into the house and running into counters or tables in the middle of the dark. Optimus set Quinn on the bed as gently as he could, lifting the covers over her.

Ironhide let out a small chuckle and looked up at Optimus with a sly smirk. “You really do like this human huh?” He teased.

“Of course he does, what’s your head made of? A bag of bolts?” Ratchet smacked the back of Ironhide’s head. Even though Ratchet was the doctor of the Autobots–literally an ambulance in his other form–that didn’t mean he had the patience to deal with his colleagues. “They have the marks to prove it.” He pointed out.

Ironhide grunted in response to the smack, rubbing the back of his helm. “You really need to work on your anger issues.” He countered.

“You need to stop messing up your cannons so I don’t need to keep fixing them anymore.” Ratchet hissed.

Optimus raised his hand, suddenly stopping all their bickering. “I would appreciate it if both of you remained quiet for the rest of the night.” He growled in a whisper, glancing back at Quinn to see if she was awake. She did shift a little but as far as he could tell, she was still asleep. “Both of you act as if you were sparklings yesterday when you’re together.” He rolled his optics as he shook his head in frustration.

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Feeling as if something was wrong, sun sifting through the shades in small strips, Quinn slowly opened her eyes. She felt wet? Not exactly wet but that feeling after not properly drying yourself when you’re in water for a long time. Her hair felt heavy against her head. As she gained her consciousness, her eyes darted around her environment. This was not her room. But at least it was familiar. Quinn let out a relieved breath as she realized she was inside the barn. Her barn–well, it was more like Optimus’ barn. She sat up hesitantly and grimaced when she saw that she was still in her swimsuit.

No wonder she felt wet.

Quinn tried to stand but her legs felt wobbly. What did she do last night? Her head felt dizzy, a hand was there to keep her upright though. “Optimus!” She squeaked. How did a thirty foot tall robot with loud mechanisms sneak up on her?

“Ratchet has informed me you may be experiencing ‘hangover’ symptoms after the amount of alcohol you ingested last night.” Optimus explained as he took his hand away when he felt Quinn was well enough to stand on her own. “It would be wise to not make the same decisions tonight.” He said softly, his optics softening their gaze.

Quinn let out a breath and nodded, with the headache that was starting to form behind her eyes…. She’d have to agree with Optimus on that one. “I… I need to shower.” She sighed before the Autobot helped her down from the loft by cradling her in his metal palm. Quinn began to walk out of the barn before Optimus stopped her.

Did he look nervous? He coughed after a moment while Quinn looked up at him expectantly. “I would like to take you on a date tonight.” Optimus finally said, kneeling down in front of her. “As it is customary for Earthlings to do before they have sex. Would you be agreeable to that?” Quinn blinked at his words, almost coughing from the shock. As far as she knew, not many people announced to their partner that they planned to fuck them later. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say for him.

“Um, I would.” Quinn nodded, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. She was thankful no other Autobot was in the barn with them or else that would make her all the more flustered.

The human quickly scurried out of the barn after that conversation, causing Optimus to let out a small chuckle. Quinn was such a cute and beautiful little creature but she also exhibited such strength and intelligence, whether it was in a council room filled with sides that opposed hers or being able to recalibrate an alien weapons system that was far above anything she’s ever seen before. Yes, Optimus was thankful to the universe Quinn was his soulmate. He couldn’t wait to do things to her, he would do anything to please her.

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“I can’t fucking believe you’re going on a date with a truck!” Nate exclaimed as he paced around the living room. He cared for more than Quinn’s brother did, but he knew Optimus for a longer time than any of her friends so he trusted the Autobot.

Andi let out a light laugh and shook her head. “I mean, have you looked at him? He’s hot.” She argued with a shrug while taking a look at Quinn.

Quinn was cleaned and showered, her hair still a little damp from the water. She usually liked to air dry it. At the moment, she was wearing some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Nothing too fancy but she wanted to tell her friends to try and get some sort of advice. She’s never been on a date before or done anything intimate with another person before. In Optimus’ case, a robot. They wouldn’t have much knowledge about that but all of her friends have been on some sort of date. That’s where she needed the most help.

“He’s still a truck.” Nate narrowed his eyes slightly before he shook his head. “Does he even have a dick? I feel like we would have seen it already with how massive he is.” He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Quite a weird thought.

But it seemed to raise the same question in the minds of everyone else in the room, their heads turning to look at Quinn. Out of all the humans on Earth, she would know.

Quinn stared blankly for a second and pursed her lips. She didn’t know for sure, she has had a few hints at the possibility though. “I dunno–I mean, Ratchet has kind of dropped hints but I–I’ve never seen it.” She admitted, averting her gaze from her friends.

“You guys always forget that you can please women in other ways. You don’t need a dick.” Miles spoke up, rolling their eyes at the naivety in front of them. Straight people were always so…. Dick-orientated when it came to sex. They never were that creative.

Liza cocked her head then nodded, “Yeah, that’s true.”

Feeling the embarrassment starting to reach peak levels, Quinn slid down the couch in hopes that it would eat her alive. She did ask for this. She told them about Optimus’ plan though even she didn’t know all of the details of what the night would entail. Just the general act of sex which could mean a lot of different things. Even more so when an Autobot was the one who made the plan in the first place. Maybe Quinn was naive when it came to the topic of sex regarding any sort of Bot, she knew about their anatomy but not that well it seemed. Ratchet, on the other hand, was sure they could copulate somehow. That’s when Quinn remembered Ratchet referred to something as an ‘attachment’.... Could that mean–? Yeah… huh.

“Either way, we need to get Quinn ready for this date. Or, uh, as ready as she can be.” Andi chuckled, pulling Quinn up from her spot on the couch. It was the middle of the day already so they needed to work kinda fast in order to get her ready in time.

By ready, Andi did not mean mentally. She couldn’t really mentally prepare to get railed by a three story tall robot with a hand that could comfortably hold her if she sat in his palm. Instead, Andi, Liza, and Miles took it upon themselves to sift through Quinn’s closet to see if she had any clothes that screamed ‘I know you wanna fuck me and I wanna fuck you too.’ In the end they settled on a hot vintage-goth style, every piece of clothing happened to be black. Quinn’s friends waited outside as she changed until the door creaked open and she appeared from behind it. Her outfit consisted of a black corset top with short sleeves, a pair of black high-waisted bell bottoms with white stitchings, and simple black heeled boots. Her makeup was of a similar vein, smudged eyeliner with a white shimmer in the inner corner and a deep red color graced her lips.

Miles nodded, confident their work was satisfactory. “Hot.” They winked with a sly smile. One thing about Miles is that they will flirt with practically anyone even if their relationship with a person was purely platonic.

Liza hummed in agreement, “If I didn’t have a strict no ‘friends with benefits’ rule, then I would try with you.” She admitted with a slight shrug.

They were really trying their best to boost Quinn’s ego. Nothing else worked that well. This didn’t work well either besides having Quinn laugh, letting a bit of relief off her shoulders. That helped her let loose. Not by much but any sort of lightness was welcome.

“I don’t think any of us have a chance against Quinn’s literal soulmate.” Andi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at her fellow friends. “Not to mention he has the deepest voice I’ve heard and it… That’s hot.” She admitted before she glanced at Quinn, “Sorry.”

Quinn let out a light laugh and nodded in agreement. “No, it’s okay. I agree.” She shrugged with a chuckle.

Being with her friends, being able to joke about her love life just felt… normal. For once in her life, it felt normal. No more hiding in her room whenever Optimus called her or avoiding the ‘boyfriend’ question with her friends. Not anymore. That didn’t necessarily mean she would stop being shy about it though. Just for tonight she’d be exempt from that flustered feeling and exchange for some sense of confidence. Soon, they could see some bright headlights shining through the window.

That had to be Optimus.

“Looks like your ride is here.” Andi teased, sending Quinn an over exaggerated wink. Like one that would be seen in a cartoon or a really cheesy rom-com.

Quinn gave Andi a disappointed look as she shook her head even when a smile managed to crack on her lips. “I’ll get you back for that.” She narrowed her eyes as she began to make her way down the stairs and out of the house.

Optimus was in his truck form, evident by the fact that his headlights were on and at ground level. And, well, you can’t not see a truck. Especially in such vibrant colors. His driver door was already opened, awaiting Quinn to climb inside. As she climbed in, the door automatically closed behind her. The sight that awaited her was one she didn’t expect. In the passenger seat of the truck sat a bouquet of colorful flowers and a heart-shaped chocolate box.

“I heard it was customary to bring gifts on the first date.” Optimus spoke through the radio but something was off about his voice. Was he… nervous? He had teased Quinn for months at this point and now he was nervous? Maybe it was just the fact that he wanted this night to go as smoothly as possible, for the both of them.

Quinn grabbed the flowers and breathed in the scent as the truck began to move. They seemed to be fresh with how good they still smelled and that they weren’t wilted. “Where did you get these?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. A robot-truck simply couldn’t just walk into a store and buy these things and if Optimus did decide to do that then it would be all over the news by now. Unless he had some sort of hologram he could make, something like what Starscream or Arcee had. It helped them blend in better when driving–or in Starscream’s case, flying.

“I had Sam and Bumblebee pick them up.” Optimus said simply, not wanting to explain anything further. She should have guessed as much. Either way, it was nice to know Sam and Bumblebee got over the shit driving them apart. They remained quiet for a few minutes, unsure how to continue until Optimus spoke up yet again, “You look quite… attractive.” He could have said the million other things inhabiting his processor but that was the most tame out of all of them.

The things this human did to him–he didn’t think they were possible. No one, Cybertronian or human, has ever affected Optimus to this degree. Perhaps his mind was so concerned with the civil war of his people that he was too distracted to even try to have a romantic life. The safety of his world and other worlds across the galaxy was deemed so much more important than his own life that he forgot the most important thing about his fight. To be able to truly live. Quinn awakened that in him and he couldn’t thank her enough for it.

“I could say the same for you, Prime.” Quinn chuckled softly as she caressed the leather of Optimus’ steering wheel. She always loved that the Autobot insignia was in the center in a bright silver color. “I mean, your mask…” She trailed off, a vivid image of it in the forefront of her mind. She would think about it constantly, more than she would ever admit to anyone. Anyone who wasn’t Optimus himself.

Optimus went so silent at the comment that Quinn started to get worried that his processor had shut off but if it had he would have stopped driving. “... I’ll keep that in mind.” He finally said.

Well, shit. He was definitely gonna use that against her.

Soon, the truck looked as if it was going to run into a grassy mountain but before Quinn could even think to shield herself, an opening appeared to a tunnel that led inside the mountain. She leaned forward to look around at the surroundings. It looked like an old military bunker… with some added upgrades. As Quinn exited the truck to let Optimus transform, she took her gifts with her and looked around. Everything was super-sized. Perfect size for Cybertronians like Optimus. Wait.

“Is this… what I think it is?” Quinn asked as she turned back to Optimus to look up at him, holding her flowers against her chest.

Optimus nodded, helping Quinn up to a ledge that could make her level with him. She set her things on a desk to grab them later. “As much as I appreciate your parents' hospitality, I can tell my friends have become restless sitting around in that barn.” He explained softly, caressing Quinn’s cheek with his metallic thumb. “This way, we can carry out any missions regarding Decepticons. Or any other sort of threat to the Earth.”

“Sounds wonderful but you don’t have governmental clearance for this, do you?” Quinn asked, crossing her arms as she looked up at Optimus’ face. Even though she was on a raised platform, Optimus’ face was still a few feet taller than her.

The Autobot shrugged guiltily, “Not exactly. Colonel Lennox knows and has notified some of his superiors but no, the government has not given us permission for this.” Optimus let out a fabricated sigh and tilted up Quinn’s chin a little more. “Either way, with permission or not, I will not have this planet destroyed because some humans do not see us as a valuable asset.” Keeping this planet safe from any Decepticon threat was one thing, but to keep it safe for Quinn was an entirely different thing. Optimus cared for the humans–most of them–but now he had an emotional tie to one of them.

Quinn smiled, a light chuckle escaping her vocal chords. That sounded like Optimus. She wouldn’t have it any other way. Optimus narrowed his optics in fascination as he moved his finger to sit underneath Quinn’s bottom lip. There were moments where all he could think about were her lips, the deep shade of pink they usually were but not then. The red color they now were made them look all the more enticing.

Optimus leaned his head forward, catching Quinn in a deep kiss. One that made the cooling fan inside him whir to life. The human had to cup his jaw with both her hands to try and anchor herself. Taking a breath, Quinn pulled away from Optimus’ lips. Optimus, on the other hand, had a different plan. He pulled Quinn closer to press his lips against the expanse of her neck and shoulders instead, he was planning on leaving bruises. The prospect of it made Quinn gasp, grasping onto the sides of his face plates. With the way Optimus was cradling her in his hand and dragging his lips along her shoulder, it was starting to do things to her. She could feel a heat igniting within her. The kind that made her want.

"Optimus…." Quinn sighed, it was almost strained. She could feel herself want to whine and she almost did.

The robot retreated from her skin and hummed, already missing the softness of her neck compared to his metal plating. "Soul spark, I need you. More than words can express in any Earthly language." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against Quinn's.

"Then… show me?" Quinn asked softly. Similarly to what Optimus did earlier, she ran her thumb underneath the metal plates that made up Optimus' lips. They were far more warm than the rest of his face, perhaps some of her heat transferred to him. She looked up at the optics staring down at her and teased softly, "I did overhear you and Ratchet talking about different ways you could please me as safely as possible."

A puff of smoke escaped the exhaust pipes from Optimus' back. So that was how he blushed. "Well, I wanted to know how to please you. And Ratchet gave some… educational information." He hummed, not looking at Quinn for a moment.

Boldly, Quinn cocked her eyebrow with a smirk on her lips, "Was it helpful?"

Optimus narrowed his optic lenses and let out a hum before he scooped up Quinn in his hand. "Perhaps I should show you just how helpful it was then." He whispered with a cocky tone as he walked to a room connected to the main area. His voice gave Quinn shivers that ran down her spine. Compared to that, this room seemed to be a bit less military in nature. He set Quinn on another platform, far shorter than the one in the other room, before he sat on the floor to make himself level with her. "Undress, my soul spark." He ordered, optics fixed on her form.

The look Optimus was giving her made her feel the fire inside her start to rise. Quinn nodded silently and began to take off her shirt first, unzipping it with no trouble at all. It seemed even the universe was on her side, not wanting her to feel embarrassed if it accidentally got stuck on the fabric. She quickly discarded her shoes alongside her socks and shirt before she started to unbutton and unzip her pants. It was sort of exciting, having Optimus staring at her so attentively. A hungry look in his eyes. Quinn stared back at Optimus, clad in just some lingerie. A matching pair in a deep red color, eerily similar to the shade on her lips.

"I never said you could stop." Optimus hummed softly, leaning closer to the platform to press a finger under Quinn's chest to lift her bra from her shoulders. He had little patience for the 'real' way to take off a bra. In all honesty, he wouldn't have cared if it ripped half under his grip. Quinn gasped as she instinctively raised her arms in front of her chest to cover herself. "There we go." Optimus sounded satisfied before he used the same finger to snap off her underwear without using much force at all. "Much better."

A shiver went down Quinn's spine after being fully relieved of all her clothes. She hadn't done anything like this so she felt more exposed than she thought she would have if she's had any intimate relationship before this. Well, Quinn also hated even being naked in the comfort of her own room.

As if Optimus could sense it, he gave the human a light smile. "You look beautiful, soul spark." He whispered, his thumb caressing the expanse of Quinn's waist. "As much as I would love to worship every inch of skin on your body, I need you now." This was where Quinn would finally know just what kind of parts Optimus had.

He scooped up Quinn's naked form and set her in between his legs. She could hear some shifting going on within Optimus. That's when she noticed the extra metal plates covering his crotch era started to retreat into the rest of his body to reveal an almost three foot long dick. The human blinked, unsure what to think. Sure, it made sense. Proportionally. But to actually see such a thing, to have it inside her? She didn't think it was possible. Ratchet, on the other hand, knew of some way for it to be possible or else why would he have told Optimus? Quinn had to admit, the sight made her mouth start to water.

Suddenly, Optimus' mask started to form over the bottom half of his face. It clicked into place, leaving his optics staring down at Quinn. Her heart jumped a few beats at the sight. She knew it.

"Come here, soul spark." Optimus hummed, his voice sounding much more dark than usual. Possibly because of the mask? He helped the human climb up in between his legs with both hands to then cradle her back.

Quinn swallowed thickly as she glanced from Optimus' cock and his face. "I haven't… I don't think that will fit." She said softly, biting at her lip.

"There's no need to worry." Optimus let out a light chuckle, caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger.

A bit of steam escaped his exhaust pipes while Quinn could hear the mechanisms beneath her working double time. The length of Optimus' dick started to shorten. She didn't think that was possible but then again, there were still a lot of things she didn't know about Cybertronians. It became a more sensible length for Quinn. A little less than a foot. Still a little more than what the human body could take but better. Quinn pursed her lips and nodded while Optimus caressed her back slightly. He gently guided her down onto his dick, letting out a light sigh from beneath his mask.

Quinn, on the other hand, was going crazy. Her brain felt as if it turned to white noise, she didn't know what to think. Well, besides the fact that she felt so good and wanted so much more. "Fuck." She whined softly. She fit as much as she could, a few inches left out but it seemed Optimus was in as much bliss as she was so he didn't care. His cock was so hard too–a given since it was made out of metal much like the rest of him.

"Good girl." Optimus whispered softly, his fingers spreading across the expanse of Quinn's back as his optics ran down her body. "Beautiful." He hummed as Quinn started to move as well as she could. His voice sent goosebumps down her back. Optimus could tell what his voice did to her.

Quinn panted softly as she planted her hands on Optimus' thighs to ground herself. "Optimus…! Fuck." She whined softly while Optimus ran his thumb in between her chest. Quinn could feel that fire inside her start to roar, centering itself in her stomach.

For the first time either of them have done something like this, Optimus had a handle on everything. He treated Quinn so gently, simply admiring her body with soft caresses and small whispers of how good she was being for him. It made her heart melt, as well as making her head feel all fuzzy with the praise. Sure Optimus had given Quinn compliments before, usually on the way she'd handle a council on a particularly hard day for her but nothing quite like this. As they both started to reach the peak of what they could take, Optimus' exhaust pipes began to continuously expel some of the steam building inside him. At the same time, his cooling fans started to work double time. They were so loud Quinn could hear them. She would have thought they were endearing if she wasn't riding Optimus like her life depended on it.

Eagerly, Quinn moved faster as she felt her orgasm approach. "Fuck… I'm…" She moaned, panting as her heart was beating fast. Breathing was hard but not in a way she didn't like.

Optimus used his other hand to softly cup the side of Quinn's head. "Let go, soul spark." He whispered. Who was he to deny being able to see the height of Quinn's pleasure? If he did it would be like denying the universe the ability to create life. "Cum for me."

His voice reverberated inside Quinn's body as she whined in response. Something about how deep it was just… it made her feel, made her want to do whatever he told her. "Fucking hell…" She breathed just as she felt her orgasm hit her, a loud moan escaping from her lips.

"There you go. Such a good girl." Optimus hummed in appreciation, brushing a few of his fingers through Quinn's hair.

—---

It wasn't until the middle of the day when Optimus and Quinn returned to her home. She exited the truck, her legs still feeling awfully wobbly from the previous night. Optimus quickly transformed and held her upright, a smug look in his optics. Bee was outside, arms crossed as he stared at the pair. He shook his head and walked into the barn, he didn't want to see either of them until the thought of them fucking wasn't at the forefront of his mind. It was… weird to think of it.

"Please rest today, I have a feeling I still went hard on you without meaning to." Optimus said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Quinn's head.

Blushing, Quinn nodded with a light laugh. She didn't know of many people who had to take time out of their day to recover from having sex. And certainly not with an alien species. "I will." She promised before making her way inside the house.

She was met with her friends sitting on the couch, prepared to ask some questions. They wanted to know everything. While Quinn wanted to keep some things a secret….

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