For Your First Fanfic, You Did Good! It Wasn't That Rushed, I Write Too And I Have A Few Under My Buckle,

For your first fanfic, you did good! It wasn't that rushed, I write too and I have a few under my buckle, just keep going. I also have some advice if you'd like. Always like your work first, and write for yourself, not others. Also listening to music that fits the scene you're trying, helps me so maybe it might help you.

Wear the hat, ride the cowboy~

Astarion x fem!reader

Summary: Reader cleans her and her lovers room a bit too hard, what happens when the particular vampire finds her wearing his old cowboy hat ?

Warnings: SMUT, rough sex, dirty talk, riding, use of Darling, treasure, pet and my sweet.

Word Count: 740

Author Note: My first fic I'm ever writing !! Sorry if the end seems rushed, I was struggling. I'd love to hear feedback on it, and if I hopefully wrote Astarion accurately, enjoy Astarion simps!

It was a calm summer morning. You had been itching for days on wanting to clean the room you shared with your vampire lover, but never had the motivation.

Oddly enough, you had awoken this morning without Astarion sleeping by your side. Maybe he went to get breakfast? Or maybe he went to bathe? Either way, you get up and dress and prepare to clean the room.

As time goes by, the room starts to look more neat and shiny, what a relief, but as you clean the dust from under the bed, you notice a large sized box placed in the center of the floor. Curiously, you slide your arms under the bed and retrieved the box, blowing the thin layer of dust off the box. The box had no name for what could be inside, nor what its purpose was, making your curiosity itch at you even more. Carefully lifting the latch and lifting the lid, your eyes widen like saucers. A...cowboys attire? What in the heavens was this doing here? You thought. Was this Astarion's? Since when did Astarion, a fashionable vampire of over 200 years old, own cowboy attire? And for what? All these questions and thoughts play over in your mind, but that doesn't stop you from trying on the cowboy hat. You rose from your knees and walked towards the mirror, admiring the cowboy hat design. You will admit it's quite a luxurious hat.

Too focused on admiring the hat, you don't notice a particular vampire watching you from the bedrooms doorframe. "Where did you find that, my sweet?" The purr of Astarion's voice is loud and clear, causing you to turn in fright. Your cheeks flush a faint pink, the last thing you wanted him to see was his lover prancing around in a cowboy hat. "Nowhere..." You swallow nervously, reaching to take the hat off. "Ah ah ah, now darling, do you not know the rules of a cowboys hat?" Astarion says with a grin, stopping your hand gently. Of course you didn't, you just found this hat. "Well, my treasure, the rules simply state that if you wear the hat, you must ride the cowboy, and if I'm not mistaken, I believe that is my hat you're wearing."

Your mouth falls open in shock and surprise. Was he joking with you? Were there even rules such as those? You follow as Astarion guides you to the bed, lying down and pats his lap amused, "Well? Come along, pet, I believe you have a cowboy to ride." He was serious, you thought. Nervously, you climb onto Astarion's lap, gazing down at the grinning vampire. When did he take his clothes off? You can't even comprehend a singular thought when Astarion rips your clothing off in a flash. "Must I really do everything for you, darling? I expected better from you after all of our... intimate history." Astarion says with a playful smirk. You swallow nervously once more. Why am I nervous? It's Astarion for heaven's sake...

Carefully, you grip the cowboy hat to stay on your head and sit slowly onto Astarion's thick length, letting out a moan of pleasure. "Mm...see, was that really so hard, darling? Well there's no point in stopping now, my treasure, you have a duty to fulfill!" He said with a purr. Slowly, you start rocking back and forth, finding your rhythm and start to up the speed of your hips. "Ah.. that's it pet, keep going, because I'm certainly not going to let you stop" Astarion speaks as he moans. Your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. You rock your hips faster, feeling his length stretch your walls to his size. "Oh my sweet, d-don't forget that the hat must stay on..." He says grinning while moaning, bucking his hips eagerly for his release. You moan louder, you're certain that anyone outside would know what you're doing with Astarion is pure sin. You can feel your stomach knot and turn, your release building up. "Come on pet- fuck ...give your cowboy what he wants.." he says with moans and curses. You moan loudly as your release washes over you, your hips stuttering against Astarion's as you feel him release as well.

You both smile in pleasure at one another, removing the cowboy hat."Mm...now that was a real treat, darling..let's do that again sometime." He grins, helping you lie down and you both embrace each other's warmth.

And thank you angel!

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riding simon, hands tied behind your back

on your knees, baby

smut blurb #4

simon in love

breaking in (virgin!reader: firstl time)

against the wall

guide me

smut blurb #3

smut blurb #2

a new year's with simon

rough

before i go

threesome with simon and price

fixating

together for the holidays

smut blurb #1

need for you

long day

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BunnyJungkook X Human Reader 🐰

Warnings : extreme possesive and obsessive behavior, smut, slight yandere themes? explicit sexual content; oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial/control, choking, unprotected sex, shower sex, creampie, marking/hickeys, rough, pet names, piss kink, rough manhandling? i guess bunny boy is stronger than reader. mentions of alcohol, pills, plot twist at the end, hint of soft/kook, I’m so fucking shite at recognising what bunnies do when they are angry or whatever so…I’m sorry. 🤍 uhm I feel like there’s more but I suppose I’ll remember later!

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your keys rattled in the little doorlock, failing multiple times on opening the door. “fuck“ you sighed out as you dropped your keys on the floor. If i were to describe you, i would say you were drunk, sticky & a hot mess, but most importantly totally fucked. It was times like these, where you were drunk, that you would forget the rules and the people around you. He tried his hardest, drilling the words into your mind, making your dumb stupid brain memorize it by heart. But even then, you forgot the most important rule.

never ever leave your bunny boy alone.

so yeah, in simple words, you were fucked. you didn't know about the evil that sat in your house, glaring at the four walls in so much anger and pain. If only you listened, if only you paid more attention to your bunny boy than you did to your friends. who even cared about your friends? he could kill them in a heartbeat. sure, it’ll hurt you, but the sweet pain he would see on your face, your warm tears dribbling down your cheeks, it would be worth it.

so welcome back to the present, you grabbed your right hand, and steadily plopped the key into the lock, twisting it in success. “finally” you groaned out. your feet was sore and burning. you needed a shit ton of pain relievers and a warm shower to make you feel better tonight, maybe even a cuddle from your favourite boy. but oh god, how everything was going to go down the drain.

you sluggishly walked into your apartment and halted, eyes immediately locking with the hothead in-front of you. “g-gukkiieeee” you slurred as you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his musky scent. oh god, he felt so nice, you thought as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

before you could even comprehend what happened, he pushed you off him, making you stumble back a bit. “hey what are you-?” “don’t fucking touch me.” he growled. his fluffy bunny ears standing up straight, and you even noticed how big? he almost seemed. he turned his back to you and walked away to your shared bedroom, leaving you in the main room, confused and dizzy.

“oh fuck it” you thought, as you walked yourself in the bedroom as well. to be honest, you’ve had enough with jungkooks behaviour. his constant fear of him losing you to someone else, or how he made you drop and block all your male friends because, “I trust you baby, it’s them I don’t trust” & all that bullshit.

as you walked in, you saw him sitting on the bed, earphones plugged in, blasting his music on the full. he didn’t even spare you a glance. you really hated when he was angry. but then again, it was kind of like this all the time. you shimmied out of your dress, grabbing his tshirt and some shorts and scurried your way to the bathroom.

your feet touch the cold marble floor and you jerk back a bit, “wooh okay” you mentally prepare yourself before stepping in the shower. your hand turns the knobs for the water and the drizzles of shower comes shooting down as the warmest of summer rain, your eyes squeeze shut as you bask & enjoy the warm water dissolving all your pain and aches away.

you stay like that for a few minutes, gradually getting sleepier by the second, eyes feeling heavy and your legs on the verge to give out. god you should finish this shower and head to bed so you can slee-

“who tf do you think you are, hm?”

you flinch as his voice finally reaches you. fuck, you didn’t know whether to be shit scared or shit turned on rn. “what do-“

“shut the fuck up, whore.”

your mouth instantly seizes up. you’re pretty sure he can hear the loud thumping of your heart, punching against your fragile rib cage & the small breathy whimpers that leave your mouth.

his rough hand latches onto your throat and you swear your stomach clenches a bit. his calloused fingers soothingly rubbing the sides of your throat. you can practically feel his hard abs pressing your back, but thats not all. you gulp, taking a deep breath in.

“baby, whats wr-“ you get interrupted again & his hold tightens just a tad bit more.

“did i say you could fucking speak?“ he grits out.

“you know all you had to do was tell me, and i would've fucked this dirty cunt of yours, but no, my dumb little bitch wanted to go and fuck someone else.“

you look at him with wide eyes, what the hell is he talking about?

in a swift moment, hes got you pressed against the wall. the pebbles of your breast brushing uncomfortably against the tiles causing you to bite down on your bottom lip.

“guess i have to remind you that this pussy...“

his hand roughly slaps your clit, making you jump in pleasure.

“belongs to me, and only me.“

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& thats how you ended up, face down and ass up on the satin bed. tears streaming down your face, while you begged him to “stop, its too much“and in response he laughed at your face, mocking your whimpers.

you could say that the initial pain was blinding, feeling yourself getting stretched out by him made all your racing thoughts dissipate as every nerve in your brain focused on not passing out. plain and pleasure, that's what it was about.

your hands roughly clenched around the black sheet beneath you, his body pinning you down, his thick girth hitting impossibly deep inside you. you immediately muffled your screams into the bedsheet, allowing drool to dribble down your mouth and stain it.

in a sudden movement, you felt his hand wrap around your locks and painfully pull back. “who fucks you better hm?“ he breathes out, as his pace quickens. “what” you whimper out as you bite down on your bottom lip.

his nose tickles your jaw, as he guides his mouth closer to your ears. “I said, does he fuck you better than me?” he pulls out, making you gasp at the loss of contact on instinct. “god- you’re test-“ “no” “what did you say?” he grunts out, as he repeatedly taps his cock on ur clit, gently pushing in and out, teasing you. your walls clench around nothing and you could finally say that the pain was getting worse, you wanted a release and you wanted it bad.

“no, no you’re the only one I want, please, please, please” you begged, pathetically.

“hm I didn’t hear you what did you say?”

“please bunny, I need to-“

“excuse me?”

“please please, daddy, let me cum, I’ll do anything, please”

his cocky chuckle filled the four walls, bouncing of em and directly piercing through your ears.

“good girl.”

daam fuck. you couldn’t deny the warmth that started to fill your belly by his praise. sooner than expected, you came. like he always says "cumming on daddys cock like a filthy slut".

and you was indeed, HIS filthy slut.

you slumped down onto the bed, heart pounding within your chest, sweat gathering on your forehead and a insane urge for more. he fell next to you on the bed and his large hand clasped around your waist, pulling you next to him. You could smell his cologne entangled with his musky scent, how could you resist him, you just wanted him to roll you over and dwe-

'you okay?' he whispered, big eyes staring at you, and you stared right back.

'yeah...' you answered, as your hands slowly crept down his abdomen, and you swore you heard his breath hitch. you softly palmed his solid, pink hard-on and low purrs resonated to your ears.

'what are you-'

he was interrupted. you spit on his cock and hungrily slide him into your mouth, taking him in as much as you could, a small gag from you makes him hiss and he throws his head back. you lick the stripe of vein on the side and swirl your tongue softly on his tip, oh how he wants to just grab your hair and force you on his cock until your a blabbering mess, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment.

you pull back with a pop and glare at the man who's now ready to do whatever you want.

"oh how the tables have turned..."

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What fights? I'm just stating facts. You said for people who believe he is straight, to stop. So why can't the same be said for the people who firmly believe he's gay? And they think people who pair him up with women should stop because they're right. Also I didn't say they shouldn't stop with Ghostsoap. I'm just say they shouldn't be hating on people who believe he's straight

I genuinely think people like this should be banned from participating in fandoms

Because what is this?

kinda dark kidnapper!konig drabble but like

if i was locked away for so long by myself and i only saw/had forced interaction with one person i’d go insane personally.

imagine your so warn down and just mentally weak from being locked away that you just slowly lose your mind a little. like fully talking to yourself/the stuffed animals konig buys you :((

but obviously konig is there to build you back up again,,, into his perfect little spouse

tw: kidnapping, mental health issues and delusions 🌾

kidnapper!farmer!könig knows what he's doing is cruel. he wakes up in the middle of the night, the sky dark and cloudy with rain splashing against the window, only barely audible as the thunder drowns it out. he checks in on you, who's supposed to be asleep by now. you're tied and chained to the end of his bed on the hard ground, talking to your stuffed animals that he'd bought you for comfort as he saw you getting lonely. he feels guilty; he's ruined you, completely destroyed your mental health and now he has to face the consequences of his actions and build you back up again...

usually, when he finds you talking to your stuffed animals in the early hours of the morning, he tells you to cut it out; that it's abnormal. he checks the chains and locks around your neck, telling you to lie down and go to sleep because you were keeping him up with your chatter. during the winter, he might offer you a place to sleep on his bed rather than the wooden ground, keeping a close eye on you the entire night and making sure you don't whisper a peep to your stuffed animals.

he feels so horrible when he catches you doing these delusional things. when he comes back with a basket full of vegetables and fruit, he finds you staring at nothing, the chain around your neck attached to the door handle on a locked door. of course, he'll comfort you, but he's surprised when you don't cry anymore and just shrug, or become unresponsive. :(

“speak to me, hase... my sweetheart, you can't keep doing this — you're worrying me.”

Amazing, just wondering. You write so good

You were a whimpering, moaning mess as he plunged his cock into you repeatedly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as Simon fucked you fast and hard. You could feel your legs shaking uncontrollably as he thrust in and out of you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pounded into you. You could feel the tingle of pleasure coursing through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch.

With each thrust, your moans grew louder and more desperate. Simon's name fell from your lips like a mantra as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel the tingle of his stubble against your skin as he leaned down to kiss your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Your hands clawed at his back, leaving red marks as you tried to hold on to something, anything, to ground yourself in the overwhelming pleasure. But Simon was relentless, his pace never faltering as he took you higher and higher.

Your tummy bulged with the intensity of his thrusts, a physical reminder of the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel the tightening in your core, signaling that you were close to the edge.

'Simon, please,' you whimpered, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure.

He growled in response, his pace quickening even more as he pushed you closer to the edge. And then, with one final thrust, you were falling. Your body convulsed with pleasure as you came, your moans turning into screams of ecstasy.

Simon followed soon after, his hips still moving as he rode out his own release. You could feel his hot seed filling you, and it only added to the intensity of your orgasm.

As you both came down from your highs, Simon collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your hands through his hair, still whimpering softly as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through your body.

'That was... incredible,' Simon finally managed to say, his voice filled with awe.

You couldn't agree more. That was the filthiest, dirtiest, most mind-blowing sex you had ever experienced. And you knew that with Simon, it would only get better and better.