Hello! I’ve been here for a bit but I’ve never written anything. 😅 I get nervous. Anyway.
Here’s a collection of some of my favorite things made by amazing people here on the internet.
(And perhaps some of my ramblings 🤷🏻♀️☺️)
I started playing Pokémon GO again… anyone still playing?? Add me 😊
I’ve been playing since 2016 but fell out of it for a bit. 😅 So I’m still like level 30.
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reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future
I have tuition bills I gotta worry about! Please help me Money Pigeon!!!
I am FINALLY done with the semester….
But now the stress and anxiety of seeing if I can afford next semester! 😂😭🤷🏻♀️
One more year, then onto the masters!
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Religious Corruption: Our Gentle Sin
Professor!Dave York x Virgin!F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 12.2k
Warnings: Religion kink, corruption kink, innocence kink, age gap, unbalanced power dynamic, grooming (?), professor/student relationship, blasphemy, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), panty kink, exhibitionist kink(?), oral sex (make receiving), filthiness with rosary beads, desecration of Holy spaces, daddy kink, baby/little girl pet names, spanking, orgasm denial, loss of virginity, explicit photo without consent, vaginal sex, cum swallowing, mentions of analingus, face sitting, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, angst, heartbreak, controlling parents, arranged marriage, family drama, threats of disownment, derogatory language (whore), children, mentions of pregnancy.
Comments: Now that the truth has come out - you were a conquest for Dave York's corruption kink - it's time to see how the dice fall. Do you go back to what your parents want for your life, or do you let Dave back in?
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His calls go straight to voicemail. His texts are rejected. You've turned off the app that allows him to see where you are. You've blocked him. Dave stares at his phone and the ache in his heart is nearly overwhelming. He wants to drive straight to your dorm and beat on the door, demanding that you listen to him but he knows you need space. You need to calm down in order to listen and he needs to organize his own thoughts and figure out how to explain.
Sitting down at his computer, Dave opens up his official school email and starts to type.
I find myself reading this one over and over! I love it so much! The drama, the angst, the ending 🥹
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Look at this beauty!!! And on Mando-eve!!!
💖💖💖💖💖
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The Longest Night. {Dave York x F! Reader.}
Summary: The night continues on and Dave has an unexpected confession.
Rating: Explicit.
Warnings: Infidelity, unhappy marriage, Oral (f + m receiving) , facefucking, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex, a little soft!dave, a little rough in places, dave york comes with his own warning. *please tell me if i missed anything.*
Chapter: 6 of the Appreciation series.
Word Count: 1.8k
Authors note: It has been a long few months. I have had a lot of anxiety about this series and whether I should continue it. But I truly love these two and I know that a lot of people do too. Buckle up for the chapter after this one, because it’s going to be very heavy with feelings.
🥵🥵🥵 awwwww 🥹 Dave is so soft for her 💖💖💖 why am I thinking that I hope Dave kills his wife 😂 what is wrong with me?
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easy girl: tight jeans (Whiskey/f!reader)
Rating: E (Explicit)
Length: 2.1k
Summary: Daddy!Whiskey’s little training session stirs you from sleep, and the sight of him cracking that whip has you determined to do something about it. Outside. Then in the shower.
Warnings: SMUT (duh), PIV sex, oral (f and m receiving), daddykink, outdoor sex, shower sex, unhinged feral couple, screaming his name as loud as you need to (sugar), etc.
A/N: The Whiskey Renaissance is underway thanks to 1 edit on tiktok and Pedro being on his absolute king shit right now. Unbeta’d because I feel like a tornado in a trailer park. Much love to @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights for encouraging my nonsense and @iamskyereads for sending me The Gif that spawned this little ficlet. Can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the Easy, Girl story.
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You’ve seen Whiskey in his tight jeans; you know how lethal they can be. Watching him practice whips and spins one too many times has you a little unhinged. An agent’s gotta stay sharp, though, because he never knows when someone from his past could come after his baby girl.
So he goes out into the backyard of his sprawling ranch house early each morning to train, and sometimes his cracks and grunts wake you, making you roll over in the empty bed and grumble.
You’ve been staying over there more often since he popped the question. One morning, as you peer out the window to see him, your breath catches at the view.
He’s shirtless; chest shining and just a hint of softness at his waist, as his biceps flex and work the whip, cracking it over and over at his wooden target. The jeans look painted on his ass, possibly tighter than usual, because the bulge he’s sporting in front is straining their seams. He has a look of utter focus on his face, with just a hint of desperation. He’s clearly in need, and, well.
Your Daddy takes such good care of you. Surely you ought to see to that, right?
Wearing only one of his soft, oversized shirts, your pajama of choice - and sliding on a pair of cowboy boots - you slip out the back door into the cool morning. The dewy grass squishes under you with each step, and Whiskey turns to see you, an apologetic smile on his face.
“Aww, darlin’, did I wake you again? I’m sorry, baby girl.”
You give him a dismissive nod, nudging away his concern.
“Lured me out here, is what you did, lookin’ like that,” you replied, letting your eyes rake over his body.
“Ain’t you one to talk, sugar,” Whiskey purrs, dropping the whip and swaggering over to you. “Bare legs and my shirt? Could kill a man where he stands,” he adds, reaching behind you to cup your thigh with one large, warm palm, then sliding his hand up to cup the soft cheek of your ass.
The very bare cheek of your ass.
“Christ, woman,” Jack grunts, head dropping forward as if pained. “You came out here half naked?”
A wicked smile spreads over your lips.
“You did it first.”
He chuckles.
“Pity it ain’t the same half, but even I know better than to train with the whip and my dick out.”
You palm his bulge, earning yourself a needy gasp.
“Not training now,” you murmur, reaching for his belt. “Poor Daddy, these jeans are so tight. I know what you need,” you add, unbuckling and unzipping until you can slip your hand inside them, his hot length all but springing into your palm. You let your thumb circle and spread the bead of precum on the head of his cock, watching his head fall back in pleasure. His breathing quickens, sweat glistening over his chest as you stroke him, before he seems to regain some senses and leans forward to kiss you. It’s artless, needy and sloppy, and before you can give him hell for already being a mess he’s picked you up against the back wall of the house, his body pinning you in place.
“Naughty girl,” Whiskey grunts, one hand slipping between your legs to feel your core, where you’re positively soaked for him. “Came out here to tease her Daddy. When she tastes like such a treat,” he adds, sucking the finger he’d just slipped through your folds into his mouth and moaning in delight.
“Not teasing,” you reply, shaking your head even as lust all but fogs your vision. “Want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me right up against this wall.” Not for the first time, you find yourself grateful for the seclusion of Whiskey’s estate - though you fancy you’d put on a show for the neighbors, if he asked you to.
The thought sends a buzz of delight along your spine.
Whiskey smiles, soft and delighted, as he captures your lips in another kiss - this one tasting like you.
“In that case,” he purrs, urging your arms around his neck and shoulders, “hang on tight, sugar.”
Working his jeans over his slim hips, he lines himself up as he braces against the wall with you, sliding his cock inside your wet heat one inch at a time. The thrusts start slow, his smooth, hot length breaching you with care. He knows how sensitive you are, and despite the need in both your bodies, he doesn’t want to cause you too much pain.
Because those tight jeans held back an absolute beast; thick, long, and swollen with need. His cock used to overwhelm you. Now, it turns you on, because you know he takes care with it, making sure you can take him before pounding away like some men would.
“How’s that feel?” He whispers, nuzzling your neck. “My sweet baby girl… how’s your little pussy feel?”
“Feels good, Daddy,” you whimper, clinging desperately to his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good. Need more,” you moan. “Need it all.”
“Yeah?” He asks, the lightest teasing note in his voice.
“Please, fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, your boots nudging against his now bare ass, and he chuckles, the rumble in his chest resonating through your whole body.
“Tell me if it gets too much, baby girl,” he replies, voice strained as he pants for breath, thrusting up and inside you, his hips rocking and making you bounce slightly against the wood siding. Luckily, the finish is smooth, or you’d have a few unpleasant splinters on your ass. As it is, you barely feel the wall - you might as well be floating on Whiskey’s cock, the way he’s filling you over and over.
“Daddy, oh- oh fuck yes, just like that,” you cry out, egging him on as he builds to a fever pitch.
“Fuck- so fucking perfect, sugar,” he nearly growls, teeth clamping down on your shoulder as his hips stutter, missing a beat. His ass clenches under the hand you reached down with to squeeze him, driving him on faster, and you nearly sob as he sends you over the edge. Your slick, hot core squeezes him in pulses and you feel him flood you with warmth, gently slowing to a halt. The pair of you cling to each other for a few long moments, breaths slowing, skin glistening with sweat.
“Baby, oh sweet Jesus that was perfect,” he pants, gently easing you down onto your feet. They tingle, and you realize your legs are actually a bit numb.
“So good, Daddy,” you murmur, kissing him tenderly as you feel just a bit of his cum drip onto your thighs.
“Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he says, leaning down to lift you up into his arms, the move making you squeak in delight.
Whiskey carries you inside, plucking your boots off after setting you on a bench and then tugging your shirt off, followed by his own pants and boots. The pair of you giggle like teenagers as you race upstairs to the shower, completely naked, and you reach in to turn on the hot spray. Kissing, slowly and tenderly, helps pass the time until the temperature is just right, and he tugs you into the large, walk-in shower before dropping carefully to his knees.
“What- what are you- oh,” you moan as he leans in and seals his mouth to your warm, wet, dripping core, lapping at the mess he’d made of you just minutes earlier. Nudging your legs apart, he kisses your soaked cunt, the warm water running over your body and his hair, his slurps echoing off the tile walls.
“Oh, yes, oh fuck, don’t- don’t stop,” you beg, whimpering as you wrap one hand around the metal grab bar and Whiskey lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder, opening you wider over his face. His nose is nestled against your mound, and he wraps his lips around your clit, giving the tender flesh a slow, deliberate suck. You sink your free hand into his wet hair, holding him in place and gasping raggedly as he eats you out, his tongue pumping inside you and his dark eyes flashing up your body every so often to watch you shake with need.
Gripping your ass, he seals his mouth over your clit and lashes it over and over with his tongue, the licks getting faster until you scream, body quivering under waves of pleasure.
“So good,” you mumble, catching your breath as Whiskey gets to his feet, letting the shower soak him and then wetting a washcloth under the spray. He squirts a generous amount of sweet, lightly-scented body wash onto it and wraps the warm cloth around you, massaging it over your shoulders, your chest, and your back. He pauses to tweak and tug gently at your nipples before making quick work of the rest of you.
While he’s focused on getting you clean, you swipe the body wash off the shelf and pour some in your hand, warming it under the spray before stroking gently over his cock - already hardening again. He grunts in pleasure as you tease him, then rub him playfully, before rinsing clean and shutting off the water.
The bathroom mirrors are fogged with steam, and Whiskey takes your hand, stepping out of the shower and wrapping each of you in a fluffy, oversized towel to dry off.
“My sweet baby girl,” he purrs, holding you close.
“Can we go back to bed for a bit?” You ask, a devilish gleam in your eye. “There’s one more treat I’d like this morning,” you add, reaching down to give him a squeeze.
“Mm,” he moans. “Anything you want, sugar.”
Padding out to the bedroom, you flop down onto the bed, still warm from the shower, and Whiskey crawls in alongside you, towel forgotten on the floor.
That’s when you lean over him, face level with his hips, and give his hard cock a long, slow lick. He shudders with need as you wrap your hand around him, opening wide and rubbing the flat of your tongue over the shining head of his cock.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” he swears, one hand cupping your cheek, his thumb tugging at the corner of your mouth where it’s full of him. “Do you know how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, suckin’ on me like that? That sweet, pretty little mouth, so soft,” he babbles, his hips starting to thrust; tiny movements that seem almost involuntary. He’s coming apart at the seams, and you want to be there to hold him together when it happens.
Sliding off with a loud, wet smack of your lips, you kiss the dark trail of hair just below his navel.
“Want you to fuck my mouth,” you murmur, leaning lower and brushing your lips along the velvety side of his length as you speak. “Want you to cum down my throat, all over my face,” you add, and Whiskey makes a pained, desperate noise of need. That’s when you open your mouth wide, taking him deep, gently swallowing around him and burying your nose in the soft curls just above his cock.
You bob up and down, slurping loudly, eyes flicking up to see Whiskey’s enraptured expression every so often. He’s looking at you like you’re an angel, with equal parts love and awe. Before long, he’s thrusting, and you’re bouncing, and then he’s holding your shoulders to anchor himself as he spills inside your mouth, his second orgasm of the morning leaving him groggy and sleepy.
“Rest, Daddy,” you whisper, crawling up beside him, the pair of you curled up naked in bed.
“Just a few minutes,” he murmurs sleepily. “Then I reckon I’ll have to taste my baby girl all over again.”
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The Valentine's Dom {Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13.9k
Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, use of safe words, bondage, gagging, oral (male and female receiving), flogging, pussy slapping, derogatory language, semi-public sex, mentions of anal, sex toys
Comments: Professor Tovar hates anything modern, especially technology. Making you insult him at every turn when he scoffs at your modern methods to teach. Archaic and stuck in his ways, you are surprised to find a different side to he medieval professor at the Valentine's dance your college throws every year.
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"Jesus Christ, Tovar. Get some coffee, will ya?" William shakes his head at his colleague/friend.
Pero grumbles, pouring out the sludge that the university calls 'coffee'. He huffs and looks down at the pink cup in his hand. His own had gone missing, maybe buried under a pile of papers he has to grade, and he just grabbed the first one his fingers touched, not knowing it's yours. You are a professor of Mythology. In the history department alongside Pero and William who both teach East Asian and European histories respectively. Pero always had an interest in Eastern Asia, visiting China many times during his college years to learn more about the culture and the history. After serving in the Spanish military, he spent years researching and writing papers on his findings in Asia, earning him respect and admiration from the historical community, until he eventually found his place teaching in NYU.
"Your accent grates on me this early in the morning." Tovar retorts back to William, leaning against the counter in the break room.
Holy shit 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
That was…. I love it!!!!
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Married to the Mafia {Dave York x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 33.2k
Warnings: Forced marriage, dub-con, virgin reader, threats and intimidation, talks of infidelity, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal sex, talks of infertility, breeding kink?, allergies, pregnancy, angst, heart break, medical emergencies, childbirth
Comments: Dave York never has anything pure, his life as the mafia leader for the York family pretty much assures that. But you are pure, and he wants you. Erasing your father's debt if you marry him to have his children, he finds himself fighting against the inclination to fall in love. How can the leader of the mafia love, after all?
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Dave hates being kept waiting. One of his biggest pet peeves. He is a man who lives on a schedule so if one minute is off, he is annoyed, and when Dave gets annoyed...God help the people around him. As the boss of the biggest mafia family in America, undercover in the D.C area (which he says is full of crooks just like him except he knows who he is and doesn't pretend to be a martyr), he has to ensure that his operation runs smoothly. His father, God rest his soul, had taught him that letting anything slip leads to mistakes, and mistakes lead to being caught...or killed. He checks his watch just as the double doors to the hotel suite open and Dave shifts to stand, buttoning his suit jacket.
"Mr. York, apologies for being late. Traffic was awful." The man says but Dave barely listens. his eyes on you. He's seen you before. During poker games between his men where you are serving drinks at the casino. He wanted to fuck you as soon as he saw you. When he found out you were a virgin, he wanted to marry you. Dave has always had the desire to marry but not for love, no, he wants an heir. He wants an heir from a woman who has never been fucked by anyone other than him. You are perfect. Beautiful, smart, pure. Everything he has ever wanted. His eyes meet yours, scared and confused. No doubt your father didn't tell you what you were doing here.
I’ve never seen the Equalizer 2 (that’s where he’s from, right?) but this story was amazing anyway 💖💖 the right amount of all the feelings… and all the smut 🥵💖
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One Night Leads to Forever {Max Phillips x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13.6k
Warnings: Drinking, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, parenthood, miscommunication, longing, vampirism
Comments: Your world comes crashing down when the last person you want to see becomes your boss. Max Phillips. Like Evan, you have history with Max from college. He was your best friend, until you slept together and then he ghosted you to sleep with Evan’s girlfriend. Now he shows up and you don’t want him around you - or your son.
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“Tom’s having all of us gather in the break room.” You look up from your keyboard to find Tim eyes eager and bouncing with the unhinged energy that was afforded to everything but doing his job. While you weren’t a corporate suck up like Evan, you did believe in actually trying to make your sales goals. It kept your bills paid, after all.
“Okay.” You continue typing and Tim rolls his eyes.
“I think he’s going to name Evan sales manager.” That doesn’t get much of a reaction out of you and Tim sighs. “I think they brought donuts?”
I loved the ending!!! 💖🥹💖 I loved all of it
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Meet Me At Bill's Town {Joel Miller x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 14.5k
Warnings: Post apocalyptic life, mentions of cancer, mentions of dying, open relationships, sex toys, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, unspoken feelings, death, suicide, loss, grief, oral sex (male receiving), shower sex. No physical description of reader but there is a hair washing scene.
Includes Spoilers for Episode 1x03
Comments: When Bill & Frank take you in to help care for Frank in his declining health, you meet Joel. Making you wish you had what the two men have together with him.
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“Shit!” You’re in a fucking pit. Panic wells up in your throat as you pause to do a mental check on your body. Nothing seems broken, although your wrist is sprained from falling. Why the fuck would FEDRA dig a goddamn pit? And wasn’t the QZ farther into Boston? You could swear that’s what you had heard. Yet you had seen barbed wire fencing and obvious traps for the infected and hurried towards salvation. Now, now you think you’re fucked. Climbing gingerly to your feet, you stare up at the top of the hole warily. “He-hello?” You don’t yell, you don’t know who you might encounter but you don’t want them immediately shooting thinking you’re one of them. “Is anyone up there?”
Bill tentatively approaches the pit, rifle aimed and ready, and he asks who the fuck you are. “I’m just looking for the Boston QZ.” You hold your hands up towards him.
He narrows his eyes, “you’re a long ways from there. It’s miles away. At least a day of walking. You FEDRA?” He narrows his eyes at your badge.
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I gotta say, as a super fan of Mario Kart, I really loved the ride. And I screamed (literally) with joy when we hit Rainbow 🌈 Road!!!
Can’t wait to go back!!!!
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La Belle et La Bête
Beastly!Pero Tovar x F!Reader
AN: From the fic idea file and requested by the lovely @nuvoleincielo for the commission challenge. 🌻
CW: A smutty fairy tale that is monster-loving; no reader insert (third person POV); smut (oral, f receiving; PiV; unprotected); 18+ only.
Word Count: 5709
Once upon a time, as the saying goes…
A prosperous merchant and widower lived in a charming mansion with his three charming daughters. Each daughter was more lovely than the next, but the youngest had such a sweetly gentle nature that everyone called her Beauty. For many years, the man and his daughters lived in comfort and leisure until misfortune befell his business, as misfortune sometimes does. The charming mansion was sold to settle the man’s debts, and the family was reduced to living in a tumbledown farmhouse far outside the glittering city with all its diversions and society.
The years passed, and the man had an opportunity in the city to reverse his ill fortune and regain his standing as a man of wealth. Before he left, his heart already lightened by the prospects ahead of him, he asked each of his daughters what gifts he might bring them from the city.
One of my faves!
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A Family for Christmastide {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 13k
Warnings: Fingering, selfishness, withdrawn consent, masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, bondage, cream pie, babies, breastfeeding, oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing
Comments: Needing shelter for the winter, a Spaniard arrives on your doorstep. You offer him warmth, food and comfort in your bed as long as he pleasures you first.
A/N: We loved the idea of Pero not being skilled in anything but being a three pump chump and learning how to give head. And we had to make it Christmasy, because you know...reasons
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Pero grunts when he gets another “no” from an innkeeper. It’s the eve before Christmas and he is searching for somewhere to stay before the snow falls. He wants somewhere to settle down for the winter, wait it out until he can continue on his journey to sell his sword.
“Fuck.” He grunts when he is sent back out into the cold and he huffs, adjusting the satchel on his shoulder full of everything he has in the world.
“My friend, there may be an option. A woman…she has a farm. She has no husband. She may require…assistance.” He hints and Pero grunts, knowing what the man is implying but you may allow him to stay for his coins…maybe his cock if he’s lucky. He follows the man’s directions and makes his way down the path, knocking on your door.
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Holy moly! We met Elijah flippin’ Wood! 💖
(It happened a few weeks ago but I still can’t get over it 😂🤷🏻♀️)
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The Assassin and the Cam Girl {Dave York x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 15.2k
Warnings: Sex work/Cam shows, masturbation, toys, voyeurism, breaking in, dub-con due to that, sex on camera, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), derogatory talk, cum eating, cum spitting, breath play, mentions of anal, unprotected sex, cream pie
Comments: Dave York stumbles upon your cam site and can’t believe this is the same shy little neighbor. He watches, commenting until he decides that he’s going to do what the others watchers on your site can’t - he’s going to touch you.
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Dave sighs, rubbing his cheek after he submits the stupid post op report his superior wants. He’s exhausted, just returned back from Belgium, and all he wants to do is relax. He bites his lip, typing in his favorite porn site. It’s all cams. He knows it’s not free but he’s not a teenager, he knows what he wants and if he has to pay, he will do it. He loves telling the girls what to do, what to say. The thrill of being in control from his keyboard.
He scrolls the page, looking for girls that are live now when he pauses, mouse hovering over a familiar room. Your living room. Surely it’s not you. His neighbor. The mousy woman that babysits his kids for him if he has to go out on the days he has them according to the custody arrangement with Carol. The woman who smiles at him but doesn’t quite look him in the eye.
🥵
The amount of times I’ve re-read this one…..