Sir Duncan was a tall, strappin' lad when Baelor first met him. It is, after all, his defining feature to the casual observer. And that was as a hedge knight, who went hungry more often than not, and had little opportunity to train with those that could truly push him. But after a year of three square meals a day, each one larger than what three men could put away, and solid training with the Targaryen guards, and even Kingsgaurds, Baelor's swore sword was larger than ever.
Where before most men only came up to his chin, the last growth spurt had Duncan towering over even Baelor and Maekar with their Martell inherited height, neither of them coming up to the top of his chest.
And the breadth of him. He hadn't just put on a healthy weight since coming to the Redkeep, but also muscle. He was broader than most doorways in the keep now, having to turn sideways to walk into the Hand's solar when called.
The Hand's Half-Giant, many called him, and Baelor couldn't disagree. It really was extraordinary. Imagine, he thought to himself as he watched Duncan heft his sparing partner over his shoulder like he weighed little more than a feather, how large he would have grown if he could have eaten well from childhood.
Maekar is twitching next to him, and it's been ages since they'd fought together. (It's been well over a year since Ashford, and Maekar had avoided sparing with him since, and that was against eachother, not with, so even longer than that. Far too long). And he's been itching to face off against the mountain of muscle that is his sworn sword for some time himself.
It doesn't take as much effort as he thought it would to get Maekar into the ring. Baelor has just a moment to worry about Maekar's desire to fight Duncan over ruling his desire to avoid fighting with Baelor, before Dunk and Maekar in on eachother with a crash of steel that has him swearing and jumping in to join the spar.
Perhaps the 2-on-1 was a bad idea.
Duncan holds up very well against the two princes, and the spar is pretty evenly matched between Duncan's youth and strength and the princes experience and raw talent. Right until Duncan seems to decide that if they're going to play with unfair odds, then he should get to fight dirty.
Sir Duncan is a fine knight. But Dunk from Flea Bottom is a force of fucking nature.
(Baelor is slightly disappointed, as he watches Dunk punt Maekar half across the training yard with a single kick, that he doesn't remember much of the trial at Ashford. He would have enjoyed seeing Aerion getting the shit kicked out of him like a street rat).
And then all thoughts vanish from his mind, as Dunk fully picks him up, all but one handed from the lack of effort he's showing, and he has just enough time to realise he's looking down at Duncan for a change, who looks beautiful with his head between Baelor's legs with a mischievous smile on his face. Enough time to realise he's suddenly so hard it hurts, 0 to 100 in no time at all, with a simple lift of Duncan's arms.
And before he can feel any way about that, he's suddenly left all his organs behind as his body goes flying away from Dunk (did he just throw me??) and is crashing into Maekar, who had got back to his feel but was now on the floor with Bealor in a pile of limbs and broken dreams.
And Bealor can't help but laugh from pure joy. My man is so strong, he thinks to himself, as he fails to separate himself from his swearing brother and stand.
And if he's thinking about Dunk throwing him around in a more pleasurable setting, well, that's his business.
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Plot: inspired by a fanfic idea posted by @dixondisease
Daryl has been used and abused by almost everyone and now he has you, he can quite believe it. Itâs like heâs waiting for something to go wrong and doesnât truly believe youâre real. (Established relationship, no specific era. No descriptions of reader, no use of y/n)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Touching. Oral (female receiving). Body worship/exploration.
Word Count: 1.5K
A/N: Had part of this idea brewing for a while but the fic idea gave me the rest I needed!
The sun was setting outside and the evening air was cooling. The day had been long and busy but you and Daryl had shared a cold shower â totally to save water â and now, here you both lay in bed, naked and tangled in one another.
Darylâs head was resting against your shoulder; the fingers of one hand combing through his hair, the others were switching between stroking over the arm he had draped over you and his cheek.
You were both silent as the room darkened. His breathing was steady and relaxed but you could feel his eyelashes brushing against your skin as he blinked so you knew he was still awake and thinking. You felt his jaw tense a little as he chewed his lip but you stayed silent; Daryl would speak when he was ready.
Outwardly he was a man of few words to most people. To those he completely trusted, conversation could last for hours. You loved the nights and early mornings youâd had talking about anything, everything. Stupid things and deep conversations alike â nothing was off limits. Youâd often spoken about how youâd both thought your lives would go, how things had changed and while it had all gone to shit, you had found each other.
You scratched lightly through Darylâs hair from temple to nape and smiled as he shivered a little. He swallowed audibly and the small intake of breath preceded his words, like he had to work himself up to speaking. You listened as he started and stopped, stuttered a little but you never interrupted.
ââŠAre ya real?â Daryl whispered against you softly.
You smiled and nodded âIâm real, babyâ you kept your voice on the same level as his.
âI feel like I made yâ up⊠like Iâm gonna wake up sometime and ya wonât be here and reality will hit me that yâ were in my head the whole time.â
Your heart ached for Daryl and you closed your arms around him tight âyou didnât make me up, Iâm real, Iâm here and Iâm not leaving.â
âIâm not used tâ good shit happeninâ tâ me. When it does⊠somethinâ always comes along to ruin it. I guess⊠Iâm just⊠scared thatâs whaâs gonna happen wiâ you.â
You kiss the top of his head and nuzzle his hair.
âSo sometimes I⊠canât believe youâd choose me. Outta everyone⊠you chose me⊠I was just some redneck with anger issues when we met.â
âI donât blame you for having anger issues.â You smile. âEverything was shitâŠ. Still is⊠just less so.â
âDidnât know how ta talk to women⊠still donât. Not the pretty ones like you.â
âYou get by baby⊠I stumbled over my words more than a few times when we started talking.â You chuckle âremember when I served you âbinced meef with spagasta sists?âŠâ
You both laugh softly at the memory; your first official date after some months of dancing around each other. Youâd meant to say âminced beef with spaghettiâ, but you had actually served pasta twists - when you saw Daryl sat in the candle light watching you with those blue eyes, your brain had short-circuited and muddled up letters and words spectacularly.
Daryl nods against you and smiles, turning his head a little to kiss your skin. As he does so you feel a drop into your shoulder, followed by another. It takes a few seconds for you to realise they were tears.
âBabyâŠ?â You try to tilt his face up to you but he doesnât let you, instead he leans his forehead against your shoulder and sobs quietly. You shuffle a little so you can wrap yourself around him properly. âItâs okayâŠâ you whisper and stroke his hair.
âIâve done so much⊠bad shit.. I dunno what good thing is was that meant I deserved you.â He trails his hands over your naked form and slowly looks up at you with red rimmed eyes.
âYou did what you needed to do, to survive baby and Iâm so glad you did⊠because now youâre here with me and we get to share whatâs left of goodness in this world.â You cup his face with one hand and gently wipe his tears with your thumb before placing a light kiss to the tip of his nose, making him smile.
Daryl squeezes your thigh lightly and continues to trail his fingers over you.
âYou making sure Iâm really real baby?â You smile, thereâs no judgement in your question, just understanding.
He nods in answer âIf I can feel ya and touch ya⊠ya gotta be real..â
You move to lay back for him, your arms resting comfortably above your head on the pillow and Daryl moves to immediately use both hands to map out every curve, every dip, every rise and fall.
His lips are hot and light on your skin, following the paths his hands take time to make over you. He kisses old and new scars; traces their trajectories with the lightest touch of his fingertips.
Each of your nipples are licked slowly; his tongue swirling and flicking over the peaked nubs making you arch and whine. His fingers continue when his mouth leaves them and then his hands trail over you again.
Slowly, Daryl moves lower down you; his hands circle around over your back making you arch further. He doesnât want to miss a single part of you. He knows how much you like to feel his teeth against your skin and nips lightly across your hip bones from one to the other. He knees up between your legs and gently lifts one; his hands knead over your skin followed by his kisses from thigh to ankle to foot and toes before gently lowering your leg and lifting the other to continue; he starts from your toes but repeats his actions moving up to your inner thigh.
Youâd never had your feet kissed before; not something youâd ever thought about. Truth be told now? You want him to do it again because somehow he made you feel like a Goddess being worshipped; the bed was your alter and Daryl was no mere servant; he was your God ruling by your side and protecting you.
As you got lost in your thoughts you gasped suddenly and arched off the bed, gripping your pillow. His thick fingers were slowly circling your entrance and trailing through your slick folds.
Opening your eyes just a little you see his face looking over you laid out before him. His eyes travelled down over you and came to rest on your pussy; his fingers still slowly working over you.
âDarylâŠ. PleaseâŠâ you whisper.
He lays himself back down between your legs and replaces his fingers with his mouth; his tongue laps over you while his hands hold your hips to keep you steady. He switched between lapping over you, dipping his tongue into you, sucking your clit, uses the tip of his tongue to flick and circle. He wraps an arm over your lower stomach and pushes two fingers into you, curling them deep and thrusting slowly.
You try to move your hips for more friction but the strong arm holding you down puts a stop to that. Daryl grinds his hips against the bed, moans against your pussy as he eats you like a man starved and savouring his last meal on earth. The few times you manage to look down and catch sight of his face you see thereâs still tears in his eyes.
âOh god..â you whimper and pull at the pillow.
Daryl speeds up his fingers, moves his tongue faster and sucks harder. Heâs panting against you and grinding his hips frantically as you get more worked up.
âDaryl⊠babyâŠ. Just there!â Your toes curl and you call out, thighs tightening around Darylâs head as you climax. He grunts roughly and lets out a low moan against your pussy, his own hips stilling.
He crawls up over you as your body recalibrates itself, your brain clears the fuzz and his lips meet yours â you love tasting yourself on him. You once again wrap yourself in each other and become a tangle of limbs, sheets and sweat.
Daryl holds you close against him; hanging onto you like youâre his lifeline, he kisses you slow and deep then whispers against your lips.
âI love yaâŠI donât know why I deserve ya but ya make me so happy⊠Iâm never lettinâ ya go.â
You kiss him back and drink in his words âI love you too, Iâm not going anywhere.. Iâm not gonna disappear. I promise. Iâll still be here in the morning.â
Daryl pulls the sheets over you both and guides your head to his chest for you to relax. You both drift off to sleep within moments of one another but Daryl still finds himself waking briefly throughout the night to check youâre still there in his arms; when the sun rises and youâre still there he smiles softly in the comfort he feels and allows himself to fully sleep for a few hours before the day properly starts.
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Hello hello! A detailed view of my day at Rescueverse New Jersey comin' in below! I debated for a while on whether I was showing my face but I posted all the pics on my social media and my outfit is pretty unique, so I guess we're going full reveal (pls be nice)
The Schedule
NOTE: Everything is in approximate times. The schedule did get more off as the day went on, but by the end it was only about an hour behind! Lowkey I blame Ryan - either all his events went long or he's chronically late lmfao
10 AM: Registration
We arrived at the hotel at about 9 AM. Parking was super easy and there were some people there, but not a lot. We got inside by 9:15 and registered right away (they said registration didn't open until 10 but they got us all checked in early!). Then we went to stand in line to get into the conference room where we'd wait to be called for photo ops and such. There were maybe 50 people in front of us.
10:30-ish: Oliver's photo op
So last minute my friend @littlefinnnnn and I decided we wanted a solo Oliver photo op, and I'm so glad we did. He was happy and smiling from the moment we came in and as soon as he saw me he said "Did you knit that shirt?" I told him I crocheted it and he was floored. He complimented both of our shirts and was just so nice I love him
10:50-ish: Ryliver's photo op
After that, we got right back in line to get pics with Ryan and Oliver. The first people who came out of the photo op room were dying bc Ryan's hair was fluffy wavy perfect and thank god for the warning bc that man looked beautiful. Oliver was happy to see us again and my friend gave them bracelets and we got our pic.
After the pic, Ryan looked me right in the eyes and said thanks and that it was nice to meet me. I bluescreened so hard those eyes are even more dangerous in person jfc
11:15-11:30-ish: Ryan's selfies
Up next was Ryan's selfies! He showed up a bit late but I think it was because his photo ops went long. He was like "nice to see you ladies again" and took our selfies for us - highly recommend bc:
After that, we had as much free time as we'd have all day, so we decided to get lunch. I heard there weren't really options at Chicago, but the hotel here had a concession stand with salads and burgers and chicken tenders and muffins/snack stuff. It is probably venue specific though so don't take my word!
We also went to check out the vendor room around this time. There was about 6-7 vendors there selling various merch and it was cute! I got to meet some 911 content creators selling stuff and it was cool :) Did end up getting a buddie backpack and I can't wait to use it lol.
1:10 PM: Oliver/Kenny/Aisha photo op
Next, it was time for me and my other friend to get our Oliver/Kenny/Aisha photo op. There were like 6 people getting this particular op so it was a lot more chill. We were the first ones in line so while they were setting everything up Kenny (in his leather jacket just to kill me I think) saw me, said "118!" to my shirt. Oliver jumped in immediately like "she made that!!! She crocheted it!" and Kenny paused, looked me over, and said "that is impressive." They talked about it a bit and I lost my mind idek if I said anything but I definitely forgot to tell them the pose I wanted but it still worked out nicely I think :)
1:45: Kenny's selfies
After that we went to Kenny's selfie line and god. That man hugged probably every person in line. He wanted to talk to everyone and it was so sweet. When we got up front he was like "Crochet shirt is back!" and we got our pic. He gave us another hug and I held his hands for a minute while we thanked each other and I think I'm in love btw
2:25: Ryan's autographs
This is when the day really started to get behind that I saw. Aisha and Oliver both had private M&Gs happening at 2:30 and this was supposed to start at 2:15. It did not start until about 2:25 so I got to cut the line. It was a little rushed because of that but he did laugh at my picture choice so that made my day :)
2:30: M&G with Aisha
After that a bunch of us ran to the third floor for our M&Gs. I can't say a lot about what was said in there but it was really nice to sit in a room with Aisha and just get to talk to her in such an intimate setting. The dog from her insta stories was there and I was sitting right next to her so the dog got passed to me and I almost cried ily ily ily Aisha. She was so excited about getting selfies with us too and she took a few with me :)
(Also side note that I didn't get back to the panel/autograph room until 3:15 and Ryan was STILL signing autographs for like 15 minutes after that)
3:15-5: Kenny/Aisha + Ryliver panels
So, I sent most of my updates to @911onabcbts as they were happening, and you can find a full video of the panel on their blog, but for recordkeeping's sake, by big takeaways were:
In the episode where the mom with cancer called 911 when she was dying so her daughter didn't have to take care of it: apparently Kenny was like "Chimney's mom died in the same way why isn't he freaking out about it?" So he called Tim to remind him of this little detail and Tim said "Oh." bro completely forgot đ
[POTENTIAL SPOILER] Someone asked Aisha/Kenny which character would be best to get stuck in a situation/elevator with, and Aisha said "You'll know when you know who isn't good to get stuck with..."
Everyone's dream character blunt rotation is Athena Grant, Except Ryan, who said Bobby (two terrible answers imo...a cop and a sober person but okay)
Ryan really did NOT want to tell people he was supposed to work with Athena before the Bobby's death storyline but the crowd bullied it out of him lmao. When people asked why the plotline got scrapped he said "no comment" Ryan give me 20 mins alone with you and a bottle of tequila
Someone asked Oliver what Buck thought of Artemis II and he said "It proved to him that the moon landing was faked because why are they just sailing around it now when they walked on it 40 years ago?"
When asked which past characters (other than Bobby) they'd like to see again Oliver said he wants the Lucy Donato dynamic back hell yeah hell YEAH
Ryliver's songs for the last two episodes are Eye of the Tiger (Oliver) and Smooth Criminal (Ryan). However the other protested when they both gave their pics so who knows how accurate they are lol
Ryliver's top letterboxd picks for Buddie are
Buck: The Lion King, Zorro, Pineapple Express;
Eddie: Armageddon, Step Up (With Channing Tatum)
Ryan said Eddie should have hated Max more and did really hate him in his head for taking Buck's spot iktr
Ryan noted a good Eddie arc coming up in the last two episodes! He said it was going to go one way and then he talked to Tim about it and made him rewrite it haha
Ryan and Oliver were unaware of their canon birthdays being one day apart; they said their joint bday party theme would be cowboys...
Ryliver thinks Eddie would be a wolf as an animal, and Buck would be a lion
The actors' comfort shows:
Aisha - Love is Blind
Kenny - Real Housewives
Ryan - Scrubs (OG and reboot)
Oliver - The Office (ok whiteboy)
5: Aisha/Kenny/Oliver autographs
Finally, we ended the day getting the last of the autographs. Aisha's line was really short and fast; I got to thank her again for the M&G and for putting queer black women on my screen every week :') Then Kenny's line was probably the longest because he personalized his autographs! When we got to the front he recognized me and said "crochet shirt!!!", hyped up my shirt to his handler and the rest of the line, and shook my hand about 5 times. My last thing of the day was Oliver's autograph, and he called me "Crochet!" and was super excited to see my shirt again. I asked him if he was making one next and he told me that he fucked up the fake knitting on set so bad that their advisor couldn't fix it đ
After all that I drove home with the biggest smile on my face. The cast was soooo nice all day and I made a lot of friends with people in line! I truly cannot talk this day up enough and even though I dropped a financially irresponsible amount of money on the day I can't feel upset about losing a single dollar because it was so worth it.
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My Tips
Okay, so @buddiesystempod has an excellent crash course video for preparing for Rescueverse - I checked it out the day before I went, and I found it really helpful in knowing what to expect! However, here are my personal tips:
Bring a fan: OH MY GOD JUST TRUST ME BRING A FAN WITH YOU. Like a paper/cloth accordion fan. I pulled mine out of my bag within minutes of getting in my first line and it was in my hand for most of the day after. There are hundreds of people in the same room as you all the time, and as the season only gets warmer, you will get sweaty. I rolled up to every photo op not worried about being sweaty because I had a way to cool down! Also, it's a great way to make friends with the people around you in line!
Bring a friend: If it's at all possible for you, I highly recommend bringing a friend. Of course it's nice to have someone you know along to chat with in line, but also:
a) you can split photo op costs (every op/selfie ticket is for up to two people!)
b) you can get a little more time with the actors if you're subtle about it. My friend and I went to almost every op/autograph together, and so when we got to the front of the lines we stood together while the other talked to the guest. No one tried to shoo either of us away because it was clear we were together, and it was a nice little treat for us to have a few seconds longer, given how fast the ops go!
Bring your fear: Seriously, it's so okay if you're nervous! You'll have a few minutes in line to gawk at the guests before you get to them and ease some of your nerves. Plus everyone is SO fuckin nice. SO open and welcoming. It's impossible not to smile and feel seen around them, and I promise they really want to meet you!
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Real heroes have a smell to them.
If pressed to describe the smell, Malevola would lie and say, âHeroes smell like gumdrops and free healthcare, babes.â If pressed by Sonar specifically, sheâd admit, âThereâs not a word for the way souls smell, good or bad. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something⊠or trying to buy your soul. Seriously. If someone says they can smell a soul, theyâre probably a demon, Vic. Itâs critical that you know that. Donât talk to other demons. They donât love you like I do, babes.â
The point is, itâs not something Malevola feels compelled to mention since souls, their weight, and their metaphysical morphology arenât largely considered polite conversation. Telling someone they smell like theyâre going to hell is kind of a dick move and, honestly, even demons canât say for sure how it all works.
Souls move in mysterious ways.
God doesnât. Because God isnât there. Souls, though? Theyâre real and they move through the universe(s) in a way that just might mean something and if she believes in anything at all, itâs movement and momentum. Itâs not a faith that any cultist who ever stalked her has ever found a satisfactory answer, but like gravity itâs a force she can feel. Evidence enough to stake value on.
âSounds like quantum physics to me,â Sonar once said, lying on her couch, drunk as an alternative to being high on his drug of choice. âEverything,â heâd insisted, âsufficiently unexplainable gets quantum.â
Maybe it is. Maybe itâs all fucking confetti. Malevola doesnât know.
She canât confirm or deny that the âhellâ she is from is the damnation that so many believe in and kill over. What does she know? With certainty? She knows their new dispatcher Robert Robertsonâskinny, deadpan, vaguely suicidal in a corporate dread kind of wayâsmells like a bright summerâs day. (Again, remember, souls donât smell like anything. What the fuck does a âbright summer dayâ even smell like? Thatâs bullshit.)
But he does. He smells so fucking bright it burns.
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could I request a sub gaon drabble with edging + maybe overstim? you always write that so wellđ«¶
aww thank you so much for the compliment nonie, and i'm so sorry for being so late with this one. writing motivation has been shit lately with how busy i've beenđ that being said however, this ask absolutely ruined me and i hope you like what i cooked up!! <3
[Crave]
Pairing: Sub!Gaon x Dom!Reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: Things become interesting when Jiseok comes to bed horny.
Warnings: Gaon is referred to as Jiseok throughout the fic, Smut warnings below the cut.
Word Count: 1181
Written by Raeđ«
Smut Warnings: Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Edging, Humiliation Kink, Crying, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex (donât do this!!), Reader calls Jiseok a slut once, kind of somnophilia at the beginning but not really.
When Jiseok slipped into the bed, you were already asleep.
That wasnât a surprise. It was late after all, and Jiseok was glad you were getting enough sleep. The problem, however, was that Jiseok was horny. Really, really horny.
But you were asleep. And Jiseok couldnât convince himself to wake you up for something so insignificant.
He wiggled around a bit, trying to get comfortable, willing himself to just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow. He was trying, he really was.
But then he made a stupid decision.
Jiseok pulled you close, wanting to feel your warmth hoping that it would lull him to sleep. It almost worked. But then you shifted a bit in your sleep and your thigh brushed against his dick.
Jiseok froze, the fabric of his shorts getting tighter, as the desire within him that he had tried so hard to tamp down, came back with a vengeance. He let out a choked whimper, hoping desperately that you would not wake up to him humping your thigh like a pervert.
His hopes were not answered. âJiseok?â You asked, you voice thick with sleep. âWhat are you doing, baby?â
âG-go back to sleep, y/n, Iâm fine.â He mumbled, trying to keep his hips still. You hadnât realised how hard he was yet. He could still get away with it.
âAre youâŠhard?â You said, all traces of sleep vanishing from your voice.
Jiseok desperately tried to hold on to the last remnants of his pride. âNo, Iâmââ His sentence was cut off by his moan when you rubbed your thigh against his dick.
âYou are!â You sounded way too gleeful for someone who had just discovered that their boyfriend was a pervert. âAww darling, how long have you been like this?â
Ah. So you were going to mock him. âThe entire day.â Jiseok whispered truthfully. Even though he knew what was coming, he could never lie to you.
âThe entire day? Oh you poor thing.â You were enjoying this, your amused tone giving away just how faux your pity was. Jiseok whined, resisting the urge to curl up and hide under the sheets.
You bit back a grin, rubbing your thigh against him again. âI didnât tell you to stop, did I?â
Jiseokâs head shot up in shock. âW-what?â
âI know you understood exactly what I meant, baby. You do want to come, donât you?â You smiled, eyes glittering in the dark.
Jiseok knew exactly what you were saying. His cheeks dusted a pretty hue of pink as he began moving his hips your thighs. He panted, speeding up when you encouraged him by grinding against him, ruining his shorts as he chased his high.
Just as he was about to plummet off the edge, you moved away, holding his waist with your hand when he tried to chase you. âWhatâwhyâY/n I was so close!â He complained, desperation turning his words into babbles.
âOh were you?â You pouted. âI didnât notice.â
You had. Jiseok knew that you had moved away deliberately. What he didnât know was whether he was going to be coming tonight.
âPlease baby, let me fuck you.â Jiseok pleaded.
âBut I thought you liked this?â You asked, false innocence rolling off you in waves.
Jiseokâs breath stuttered. Were you not going to let him feel you? âWhat?â He mumbled, hoarsely.
âI thought you liked this?â You repeated. âI thought you liked getting off by humping my thigh, like a,â Your grin widened, âslut.â
So this was your ploy. Jiseok was helpless in your ruse, held captive by his want. When you rubbed your thigh against him again, as a sign to go on, Jiseok dived right back in, hoping against all hope, that you would let him come.
Again he reached the edge dangerously fast and again you pulled away just before he could fall off. Even though Jiseok knew it was going to happen, he still sobbed, hips squirming against the air, trying to find any relief.
Maybe you took pity on him because you pulled him in a bruising kiss, that had his mind spinning. But then you rolled you thigh against him again Jiseok realised that you weren't going to give in that easily.
So he did the only thing he could think about doing. He begged. âY/n, baby, please. Please. Iâve been so desperate the entire day, baby please.â
He definitely knew how to play the part. Eyes wide, lips parted, tears clinging his lashes. He was a sight to behold. You almost gave in. Almost.
You pulled him in another kiss, pushing him back and perching yourself in his lap. His hands immediately went to support you, holding your waist. He moaned in the kiss when you started moving, rolling your hips against his. He was so needy he could come like this.
You seemed to realise that because you paused when his moans turned airy, breaking the kiss and moving away again.
Jiseok was crying now, his desperation leaking out of his eyes and running down his cheeks. You beamed at him, kissing his tears away. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
Jiseok couldn't help but lean into your affection, even though you were the reason for his current torment. He couldnât even beg now, nothing bur incoherent mumbles falling from his mouth.
Finally you seemed take pity on him, pulling his shorts off to reveal his dick. He was painfully hard, pre come leaking out of his tip running down like tears. You traced a finger over his dick following the same path that his pre come had.
That was all it took. With a cry of your name, Jiseok came.
For the first time, you looked surprised. But then you quickly schooled your expression, letting a chuckle slip. âOh you werenât lying when you said you were desperate, were you?â
Jiseokâs cheeks burned, shame and desire swirling inside him. He was still coming down from his high when you slipped your pants off to reveal just how wet you were. Jiseok's eyes widened. You were soaked.
His legs were still trembling when you climbed back on his lap, sinking down on his dick. He moaned, head rolling to the side, shaking because of how sensitive he was. âW-what are you doing?â Jiseok whispered, voice barely audible because of the overstimulation.
âItâs not fair if only you get to come, is it?â You pouted. âAfter you woke me up too.â
Before Jiseok could answer, you started rolling your hips again, moaning as you chased your own high. It was too much, your walls fluttering against him, your lips leaving little marks on his neck. Jiseok only realised we was crying again when your fingertips wiped his tears away.
He couldnât help it anymore. Jiseok came again, hard. You didnât stop however, you didnât even slow down. You continued what you were doing, not caring as he squirmed under you, crying.
Realisation dawned on Jiseok that you werenât going to stop until you had gotten what you wanted from him.
Take Me to Paris [F!Reader x Soldier Boy & Billy Butcher]
Plot: Ben (Soldier Boy) and Billy Butcher âtake you to Parisâ together.
Pairing: Female!Reader x Soldier Boy & Billy Butcher
Warnings: SMUT. Minimal background/storyline. Alcohol, drug use implied, DubCon (squint a little), Cum, threesome.
Word Count: 568
A/N: Other than being female thereâs no descriptions of size, colour, hair etc. I blame tour videos of Sabrina Carpenter for this one. Youâll understand.
At some point you had fallen asleep but it couldnât have been for long; a strong arm and the smell of whiskey roused you from your sleep state, moving you to stand shakily and removing your dress completely. You were sure it was ripped now.
Your head was still fuzzy and you wondered how much youâd actually had to drink. You were now pretty positive youâd taken at least one of the pills offered to you.
A booted foot gently kicked your bare feet apart. Where were your shoes? A hand bent you forward and another from the figure in front of you pulled your hair back from your face. Billy. It was Billy in front of you and his semi-hard cock was level with your face. You gasped at the size and he took the opportunity to fill your open mouth with the head of his length. âThatâs a good girl, love.â
Behind you at the same moment your felt Ben impale you on his cock with a rough grunt; the force pushed you forward making you take Billyâs cock fully in your mouth. You gagged and choked a little before controlling yourself and holding his hips.
Billyâs hand stayed in your hair and tugged a little while Ben grabbed your hips with a bruising grip; immediately thrusting into you deep and hard.
You moaned and tried to concentrate on sucking Billyâs dick but you were already seeing stars. He started to move his hips and fuck your mouth in rhythm with Ben behind you âmind those teeth, love..â he moans.
Ben pants behind you and spanks your ass hard with no build up. You groan around Billyâs length and work on just staying upright; you canât remember ever feeling so full.
It takes little time for you to be moaning around Billy on every breath, whining and mewling but Ben had no intention of giving your clit any attention.
You reach down and circle over yourself quickly, sucking harder on Ben and digging your nails into his skin. Your orgasm takes barely any build up before itâs crashing over you; your pussy tightening and spasming around Ben who pushes in deeper with loud moans. Your eyes roll back as he keeps going; pounding into your dripping cunt.
Billyâs grip tightens in your hair, pushing deep as he spills into your mouth and down your throat with a loud moan.
Ben snaps his hips and calls out through gritted teeth; his fingers digging into you and holding you steady until heâs empty and leaking out of you down your thighs.
You gasp for air when Billy pulls his cock from your mouth, saliva and cum dripping down your chin, eyes hazy and barely open as your semi-gently moved to collapse on the sofa again. Ben slips out of you at the same time and you fall onto the sofa with your legs spread - one over the arm and one on the floor, your arms are above your head and fuck you canât be bothered to move.
Thereâs some talking between Ben and Billy but you canât make it all out. Something about Billy owing a hundred bucks now. Billy wants a re-do.
ââŠ.maybe when sheâs recoveredâŠâ Ben laughs, âGonna be a while though.â You moan as you feel a slap on your sensitive cunt, it makes your legs twitch and then you pass out into oblivion.
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