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utahimeow · 9 months

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just gojo fingering you while you finger yourself :3

cw — squirting

“touch yourself for me, baby. wanna watch you make yourself feel good.”

when it comes to you, satoru may be a greedy man, but he’s also voyeuristic. he loves a show—only when you’re the star of it, of course. there’s nothing he loves more than seeing his pretty girl get herself off, knowing that it’s a sight reserved just for him.

so he kneels between your legs like a starving dog, eyes blazing as he watches your fingers slip between your folds. you’re soaked already, dripping from his soft touches and needy kisses that inevitably spiralled into an unbearably insatiable want within the both of you. satoru licks his lips at the sight of your arousal glistening like temptation. it takes every bone in his body and every fibre of his being to resist indulging in the taste—not yet. he needs to be patient.

he looks up and his gaze locks with yours and a shiver shoots down your spine. he looks at you like he wishes to devour you, licks his lips while drool spills from the sides of his mouth. it drives you crazy, seeing him turn to a rabid animal at just the tempting sight of you.

your fingertips drag over the opening of your cunt, through the slick that seeps out of you like honey. every movement you make is methodical—the glide of your fingertips over your clit feeds the bubbling pleasure in your gut, and the way you throw your head back and nibble at your bottom lip lets satoru know how good you feel. you want to make it indulgent, both for you and for him.

“why don’t you put a finger in for me, pretty?”

his voice is so sweet, it always is when he’s talking to you, yet it’s dripping with such lust that it makes your walls clench. you become cognisant of just how empty you are, and you can’t go another second being so empty, so you slide your middle finger into your hole and a moan springs from your throat.

satoru chuckles at you, airy and half-moaning and just a touch condescending. his pants are tightening over his crotch, and he won’t be able to hold off for much longer, but for the moment he behaves.

the sounds you make are shameless as you drag your single finger in and out of your hole. it’s hardly anything compared to satoru’s fingers—so much thicker and longer than yours. you dip a second finger inside in an attempt to give yourself something more, to replicate your boyfriend’s touch, and it helps, at least a little, to keep the boiling flame deep inside you going.

one of your hands moves to cup your exposed breast, fingers tugging and twisting at your nipple. you whine out satoru’s name, like the devil inviting him to hell, because you sound so sweet and lovely—

satoru is a greedy man. he’s also impatient, and indulgent, and you’re just so irresistible, his sweet little girlfriend, and he just can’t stop himself when he plunges his own two fingers into your needy little cunt that’s already occupied with your own.

“s-satoru!” you gasp at the stretch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while satoru groans out at the way your warm walls wrap around his digits.

“sorry, angel, couldn’t help myself,” he says, rasping out a laugh. his crystal eyes have turned a dark, ocean blue, and they’re on fire now, swimming with want. “pretty little pussy was beggin’ for my fingers.”

there’s an obscene squelch as he angles his wrist and crooks his fingers until, along with yours, they’re pressed up against your sweet spot, the one that makes you cry out and buck your hips in a desperate search for more.

“go on, baby, keep making yourself feel good. i’ll help you,” he says, fangs bared as he smirks, voice dropping to an octave lower than usual. he knows precisely the effect it has on you, knowing how just his words are more than enough to get you worked up. he doesn’t miss the way you clench around him as he speaks, whining out a pleading little noise for him.

lightheaded, your fingers are weak as they move, though satoru doesn’t hesitate in the way he begins to drag his curled fingers in and out of you—he’s rough, jostling you along the mattress as he works your pussy open, but he’s never been good at controlling himself around you.

“such a spoiled girl, huh? letting me do all the work?” he coos, watching as you slowly fall apart for him. he’s teasing you, when really he loves getting you like this more than anything.

“feels better when you do it,” you whimper, and it’s those words that make his cock stir in his pants, make his tip weep. a reminder of how well he takes care of you, because he loves taking care of you, more than anything. you’re only spoiled because he spoils you, gives you everything you could ever want, makes you feel so good that nothing else matters except for you and for him.

and he’s so good with his fingers—after all, he has to be. not only is it his job but the very essence of his being revolves around using his hands. so of course it’s not long before your walls are clamping down on yours and his fingers, the hot band of pressure inside you threatening to snap.

“satoru, i’m-i’m close,” you manage through the never-ending string of moans that fall from your lips.

“i know, angel, i can feel you,” he says, half-laughing. then, like the cruel man he is, he presses his free hand into your abdomen, and you don’t stand a chance. “come for me.”

the wet sounds of your soaked cunt quickly come to a crescendo from the way he moves his wrist with abandon. as your walls clench, satoru’s fingers intertwine with yours, pressed up into your g-spot together, battering it over and over, and then—

you’re yelping. screaming with bliss. the muscles in your body seize up from the pleasure that takes over them, and a flood of your arousal splashes over satoru’s lap, and you’re sobbing out moans and the syllables of satoru’s name, coming all over your fingers and his. it’s unlike any orgasm you’ve ever felt.

“there you go, that’s it, pretty girl,” he sings, slowing his movements as you fall through your climax, his gaze fixed firmly upon your features as they contort with bliss. his chest always blooms with warmth when you come, fills with some kind of pride because you’re so beautiful and he gets to call you his.

he’s pressing kisses to your shaking thighs as you come back down, sliding his dripping fingers out of your warmth slowly and bringing them to his lips. he finally deserves a taste, he thinks. so he laps up your essence from his own fingers and yours, his eyes fluttering shut, letting out a moan as he indulges, shamelessly—that’s another thing that satoru is. shameless.

“you taste so sweet, baby,” he tells you, already growing hungry for more.

“that was so romantic, satoru,” you quip. “you held my hand inside of me?”

“yeah, well, you know i’m a romantic, baby.”

#gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — gojo

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gaphic · 5 months

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the people angry about poison will never be satisfied by any direct depiction of sexual abuse. sexual abuse, by definition, involves sexual acts, and showing sexual acts = sexualization to them. whether they admit it or not, they think this should never be shown, only discussed- if that.

angel is physically hot and he is doing sex work. yes, he looks sexy. but the camera and editing are not voyeuristic. the start of the song is a bunch of shots showing what he's literally doing, focusing on his face and showing how he feels about it, then cutting away as if to give him privacy. then it starts introducing his fantasies, his coping mechanisms. it starts showing us what he wants us to see.

by the end of the song we're fully inside angel's fantasy, with his reality played in brief flashes in the background. he's not looking at them, he's actively drawing our attention away from them. there's also this great change in body language when valentino interrupts his fantasy:

when we're looking at angel's fantasy, what he wants us to see, he's hot and confident, shoving out his chest and making sure we look. then val shows up, taking away that tiny shred of control. now centerframe shifts away from his chest and toward his collar, his scared expression and hunched shoulders. the second picture feels uncomfortable to look at, not arousing. and look at these:

idk man, is this sexy to you? do you feel like you're supposed to leer at this? i don't.

#hazbin hotel #spoilers

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 days

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A Night in a Hotel Room with Miguel and Nanami🏩🛎️🖤

Miguel O'Hara x Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: your boyfriend Miguel, decides one night of sharing you with his co-worker can't hurt. Word count 5.4k 🖤

A/N: LMAOO creating my own happiness w this one. Do people write crossover fanfics anymore? Fuck it lol.

CW: MINORS DNI, CROSSOVER FANFIC, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, SMUT (PROTECTED P IN V, THREESOME, CUM EATING, THIGH RIDING, NIPPLE PLAY, SPANKING, ORAL M AND F RECEIVING, FINGERING, LITTLE BIT OF DEGRADATION PRAISE, ORGASM, VOYEURISM) some jealousy, insecurity, little possessiveness

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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Your boyfriend glowers at the tall blonde who's returning his stare with an equally cool expression, maybe with the slightest undertone of smugness. A very faint amusement at the prospect of getting under the man's skin.

Tonight was a planned sinful encounter at some random five star hotel downtown, and the arrangement was anything but wholesome.

Miguel really can't believe he's allowing this. Is it weird that deep deep down, the idea of watching another man fuck you and reduce you to a whimpery mess kind of sends a little pulse of excitement through his body?

Something really sensual and and filthy about the voyeuristic component of what's about to happen. He can't help but bite his lip at the thought.

But wait, you're his. His body betraying his mind once again.

Nanami's deep brown eyes are studying Miguel, staying locked on him as he brings the shallow glass to his lips, a small hollow sound and clinking of ice as he sips the bourbon, exhaling gruffly with the fire that burns his throat. Awkward silence painting the grand suite once more.

You're in the bathroom pacing anxiously, your sweet boyfriend and this handsome mystery man of the night waiting for you in the bedroom. You bite your lip, messing with the pink satin nightgown you're wearing, a million thoughts fighting for the dominant spot in your brain as you do several 360s, making sure your hair is right, the makeup you're wearing is highlighting your face in the way it should, even practicing your bedroom eyes and your expressions you'd make when you're arching your back in pleasure, making sure your lips, which are coated in your favorite shiny gloss, are making the perfect O.

You can tell that you're taking forever, the silence from the other room says it all too well. Don't be a coward. It's just a little night of fun with Miguel and his co-worker. No big deal. No pressure for anything else after this.

It's just one night....

You turn, opening the bathroom door, making your grand entrance.

Both men's attention immediately flickers to you.

Your eyes find Miguel's first, his chest falling slowly with the soft exhale he breathes out at the sight of you. You're a damn goddess in your simple nightgown. He feels a rush of desire at the sight of your lips, the shadow of your nipples that brush up against the silky fabric, the outline faintly visible from where he's sitting.

You feel a sense of calm and familiarity as you gaze back into the eyes of your boyfriend, reminding you that you are safe. He would've never agreed to this if he wasn't absolutely sure you'd be in good hands the entire time. He's doing this solely for your pleasure, just wanting you to walk away from this experience satiated and happy. He'd bring the world to your feet if you asked.

You look over at Nanami whose heart rate has steadily begun to increase. When Miguel approached him about tonight, he was not fucking kidding when he said you were drop dead gorgeous. Stunning, even.

Nanami can't help but allow his eyes to slink all over this body of yours he gets to fuck tonight. His lips parting ever so slightly and wetness pooling in his mouth, practically salivating at every dip and curve in your figure.

Plush thighs, soft tits, a pair of voluptuous hips, and the very slight pudge of your tummy gracefully accentuated by your little satin nightgown. The mustard glow of the dim lights in the bedroom made you all the more alluring.

Miguel notices Nanami's intrigue and obvious visual undressing he's currently committing with his eyes, clearing his throat loudly, trying to brush off the sting of jealousy coursing in his veins.

"We should discuss the rules."

Nanami raises a quizzical brow, setting his bourbon glass on the coaster, bringing his ankle to rest on his opposite knee, leaning back in his chair, his muscles framed deliciously in his navy button down shirt.

You feel a warmness in between your thighs at the sight of your temporary lover that Miguel is sharing you with tonight. He's very handsome, slightly less taller than Miguel, but still built and very muscular like he was, those golden locks combed and styled neatly on his head and those deep eyes a warm silky chestnut that clutched such an innate seriousness about them yet gripped you with beckoning invitation. There was a sophisticated and gentlemanly air he possessed that was quite difficult to resist.

"I'm listening." Nanami answers, his attention now turned to Miguel. His voice is low and soothing. His tone is patient. It's a little unsettling how starkly similar this Nanami is to Miguel. They give off comparable vibes, both rather stoic at first yet demonstratively gentle if you delved a little deeper underneath their hardened surface.

"Wear a condom. And, if she says no, you stop immediately." Miguel says firmly.

"Of course." Nanami answers, nodding his head. "Anything else?"

Miguel pauses, scanning his mind quickly for anything he forgot to mention.

"No kissing her on the lips." He says. He's already pushing himself way out of his comfort zone, but seeing you lock lips with another man might be too much. Way too intimate, he thought. A kind of soulbond that was only reserved for him and him only.

Nanami raises an eyebrow at this, but doesn't protest. Kind of specific but understandable. Miguel is the one calling the shots and who set up this whole arrangement after all. If he's willing to share this absolute angel with him, he'll abide by the rules.

"Is there anything else, before we get started?" Nanami inquires, his tone still calm but an edge of impatience in it that he didn't quite cover up this time.

Miguel detects it too, a little bit of red rushing to his cheeks, clearing his throat again. "N-No." He shakes his head, his leg starting to bob a little anxiously. "No...I will let you know if there is. You can go ahead."

Nanami nods, looking at you. His lips twitch into a polite smile, honey lacing his tone. "I'm Nanami Kento." He says, introducing himself. "What's yours?"

Your breath is caught in your chest momentarily, your cheeks hot to the touch as you answer him in what you hope is a confident manner.

Nanami nods, letting the melodious sound of your name and your voice sink in. "I like that..." He says softly, his eyes gently raking over your form. "You're beautiful."

The heat in your body burns a little hotter, feeling yourself get dizzy as the anticipation and flattery from this gorgeous man start to go to your head.

"Thank you..." You flash him a shy, gorgeous smile.

Nanami licks his lips. Miguel's eyes dart back and forth between the two of you, the jealousy a little uncomfortable for him at this point. He loudly clears his throat again. "Who do you want first?"

"Um-"

You hesitate, biting your lip. Nanami gives you a reassuring smile.

"I won't be offended." He says sincerely. "If you want to go to him first since that's who you're most comfortable with, I completely understand."

Miguel nods, gulping down the lump in his throat. "Exactly." His crimson eyes jump back to you. "It's all about you tonight, baby. Whatever you want."

You take a deep breath, the mystery and allure of Nanami is pretty intriguing. The main point of tonight was to explore what another man fucking you could feel like; if he could make you feel as good as Miguel could. You feel yourself being pulled in his direction, yet you still hesitate, not wanting to hurt your darling boyfriend's feelings.

Miguel's face falls a little bit when he sees you inch a little closer to Nanami. Nanami scoots forward where he's sitting, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

"Come here, lovely girl..."

Miguel growls a little bit when you sit on Nanami's lap, straddling his thigh. Nanami raises his eyebrow again, his face a little unamused at Miguel's apparent inability to reconcile his feelings, despite his insistence over and over that he wouldn't get jealous.

"I want to get her ready." Miguel insists.

Nanami tsks, running his hands up and down your bare arms, his body getting warm at the contact and the feeling of your pussy throbbing through your lacy thong on his thigh. "Think she's made up her mind..."

"Babe..." You call over to him.

Miguel's demeanor softens a little bit, slightly ashamed at letting himself get worked up. Miguel retracts for now, grumbling under his breath, sitting back down. He feels his cock twitch in his pants when you release a little whine.

Nanami's leaned forward, his mouth locked around your left tit, the thin strap of your nightgown loose in his hand as he brought it down, holding it against your arm, his grip tightening slightly as he concentrates on pouring as much tenderness as he can as he works his tongue all around your areola and tickling your nipple.

"Mmm...." Nanami grunts softly against your squishy flesh, letting his other hand rub and caress all up and down your body as he indulges in your lovely tits. You smell and feel amazing. His eyes watch you gently loll your head back, smirking when he feels you start to hump against his thigh.

"Yeah...." Nanami groans, a low purr in his throat. "There you go...." He stops sucking your tit momentarily to grip your hips, letting his hands follow your movements as you rock yourself in steady rhythm over his thigh.

"Fffuck..." He moans quietly, the abrupt cursing coming from this dapper man makes you bite your lip at the sultry effect you have on him.

His lips part as he remains hypnotized on the graceful bounce of your breasts as you ride his thigh.

"Making yourself feel good, baby?"

"Mmm-mhmm..." You manage to squeak out, eyebrows furrowed as you feel the muscles of his strong thigh ripple, providing you with the friction you were so needing.

"Such a good girl..." Nanami whispers.

Miguel freezes, not sure what to do. He feels the blood rushing to his cock at your little moans and whimpers, the sight of you riding another man's thigh, using him to get off.

Even though he's still hating that it's not him underneath you, he's becoming entranced by your reaction, almost like he's having an out of body view of what you look like when he's the one doing all these things to you.

He gulps and clenches his fists, the red in his cheeks hard to ignore as Nanami now has you turned around, still seated on his lap on the wet spot that has now started to form on his thigh.

Nanami lays an open mouthed kiss on your neck as his hands dance to your panties, pulling the lacy thong to the side, working the soft pads of his fingers into the already soaked arousal before he slips a thick finger inside, making you whine.

Nanami groans into your neck, letting that finger wiggle slowly inside of you in broad circles, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit.

"Shh..." He soothes as he adds another finger, causing another desperate whine to escape you, slightly pained from the stretch.

"Nanami...." You moan, starting to buck your hips into his fingers once you adjust to it, greedy for some semblance of fucking as you grow more impatient for his cock, your head resting on his shoulder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you while stimulating your clit. He's almost a little too fucking good at this.

Nanami gives a little chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to your throat. "That's it, baby...knew you could take it..." He's hard as a rock by now, but he's adamant on making you cum at least once on his fingers.

Still, his temptation of riling himself up as well is too hard to ignore, the way you're so cutely whining, how sensitive you are and desperate he's got you just off his fingers alone. He can't wait to see what you look like when you finally take his cock.

"Nanami..." Your breathing starts to pick up, heat in your belly pooling rather quickly. You moan louder, eyes rolling back in your head, starting to squirm from the pleasure that's now running rampant, its intensity almost a little too much for you.

Nanami locks you in place, sensing your discomfort and using his free hand to intertwine with yours, holding it tightly over your chest while he continues slowly bringing you to orgasm with the other.

"I know," he whispers.

"Nanami..."

"M'right here, darling..."

"Nanami, Nanami..."

"Yes baby?"

"It's so much..."

"Mmm...but you love it right....?"

"Yeah..."

"Feels good....?"

"Mmm fuck, yeah..."

"God…” He tenderly kisses your neck. “Let yourself feel good, baby….I'm right here." He moans, the deep sound all too sinful and luscious in your ear. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

"Nanami!" You cry out, Nanami smirks as you leak all over his hands, your warm love completely soaking his lap.

Miguel doesn't give a fuck anymore, he's standing up, dress pants at his feet, his white dress shirt halfway unbuttoned, the collar of his white tank top underneath soaked in his sweat, his chest muscles visible where the sweat makes the garment transparent, clinging to his skin, angrily pumping his cock, his jaw falling open at the sight in front of him.

Miguel clenches his fist and winces at the ache in his balls from trying to ease some of the burning desire without his own orgasm coming too quickly.

The only places he'd like his cum tonight is on you or inside of you, nowhere else, leading him to inadvertently edge himself during this whole encounter.

You lock eyes with your lover across the room, calling sweetly for him. "Miggy..."

Miguel practically leaps at the sound, crossing the room rapidly to answer his beautiful girl.

Nanami presses one more kiss to your cheek. "Thank you, honey..."

Miguel gently holds your throat as he crashes his lips to yours, letting the kiss linger for several moments as he wastes no time letting his tongue slide inside your mouth and his hands massaging your tits.

Nanami grunts, sliding his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, his hardened cock springing free as he lays down on the king sized bed, biting his lip as he strokes it, watching the heated makeout session between you and Miguel.

"Think you could help me out, beautiful?" He calls over to you.

You look up at Miguel, who nods, a little gruff in his throat. "Come on."

Nanami smiles, manspreading his muscular legs apart a little bit for you as he watches you slide off your panties, Miguel pulling your nightgown over your head and off your body, leaving you completely bare.

Miguel gets naked too, letting his eyes wander all over you, doing so as if he has a fresh set of eyes.

You straddle Nanami in the reverse cowgirl position, Miguel in front of you softly caressing your cheek as he looks down at you, hardened cock in his fist that he's slowly started to pump.

Nanami gently takes you by the hips, guiding you over his length that now has a condom. He grunts as your wet pussy makes contact, all of your arousal he brought out of you moments earlier making you nice and wet for him, allowing his tip to slide in with minimal resistance.

You gasp, pressing your face a little harder against Miguel's hand, Miguel lets his thumbs run over your cheeks in encouragement as you try to adjust to Nanami's staggering length. He's not as thick as Miguel, but the length of his cock makes up for it entirely at 10 inches. It's not even a quarter of the way in and you can already tell it'll be a challenge fitting him in.

"Aahh.... shit..." You whine. Miguel's cock starts leaking precum from your expression.

"You're doing good, baby." Miguel hums softly, making you look up at him.

Nanami grunts below you, his grip tightening on your hips as he bobs you a little lower on his cock. You gasp loudly at the intrusion.

"Shh..shhh..." Miguel's eyes are half lidded, loving watching you take Nanami's cock a little too much. The way you're gasping and your eyebrows are knitting together, your pretty lips falling open but the way your expression gradually melts as you let yourself give in to Nanami, taking even more of his cock. The scene is too hot.

"Doing okay, darling...?" Nanami moans as he bottoms out, setting a sensual pace as he rolls his hips underneath you, keeping his cock buried all the way inside your warm cunt, biting his lip at the sight of your plump ass spread so nicely over his cock.

"You take me beautifully sweetheart..."

You coo sweetly in response, your head hazy with pleasure from Nanami buried so fucking deep inside you combined with Miguel's angelic face staring adoringly down into yours as he cups your pretty face in his hands. "Feels good, baby?" Miguel asks softly.

"So good..." You breathe out delicately as Miguel slowly drags down your bottom lip.

"Yeah, she's loving this….being used like such a good little slut..." Nanami groans.

"Mmm yeah.....filthy girl, you…So damn naughty..." Miguel smirks down at you, giving you the one on purpose that's sexy as hell as he shoves his cock back inside your mouth, much to your delight.

He's never let anyone else see this side of him. Never thought he'd commit a sin as dirty as this, sharing his pretty little girlfriend with another man, but seeing you getting all spread and stretched out on top of Nanami's cock while Miguel's cock is ramming your throat, all bets are off.

"God, she's tight, Miguel..." Nanami chuckles, fucking you a little more roughly, enjoying your breathy mewls and how he's forcing you to choke on Miguel's cock with every violent jut of his hips.

"Such a heavenly pussy...can't believe he's kept it all to himself...." Nanami mutters. He spanks you hard, making you yelp and drool all over Miguel's cock.

Miguel groans, taking you by the back of your head, his abs shiny with sweat, his eyes completely overblown with lust as he methodically thrusts his hips, not plunging quite so deep this time, giving your throat a little mercy as he enjoys the slick, warm wetness of your cheeks instead as he envelops his cock in them over and over again.

"I'm close..." Miguel whispers, holding your face as he continues to fuck your mouth. "You're amazing..."

Nanami thrusts even harder, drilling his cock upwards into you, the staggering length nudging your cervix making you shut your eyes, your tits bouncing violently.

Nanami's cock grazes a sweet spot that particularly makes your toes curl underneath you. Nanami senses it too when he feels your warm cunt clench tighter around him.

"Oh, right there?" He purrs, angling himself to hit it with perfect precision.

You moan loudly in affirmation, mouth still stuffed with Miguel's cock. Nanami smirks as he lays another hard spank to your ass in response.

"Mmm...feels so fucking good to me too..."

Miguel grunts, his cock plunging into your throat more harshly now, as he drags himself closer and closer to the brink. He brings a hand to one of your tits, tweaking the nipple as you babble on his cock, Nanami still harshly fucking you underneath.

"Gonna swallow f'me?" Miguel whispers, licking his lips as he relishes how gorgeous you look like this. Pretty lips hugged snugly around his cock. He's definitely taking a mental picture for later.

You nod, moaning at the taste of him as you salivate around your boyfriend's thick length, the ridges and curve of his cock you've ridden countless times still just as tantalizing as the first time he fucked you with it, the familiarity making it very easy to fantasize about it easing in and out of your warm cunt, causing you to wet and grip even tighter at the thought, much to Nanami's pleasure.

Nanami's head whips back against the pillow as he thrusts his cock to the deepest depth he's reached all night, his back arching and a strong grip on your hips with his large hands as he unloads inside of you. The volume of his cum so thick that a little starts to trickle down the bottom of the condom, a soft chuckle in his throat and another bite of his lip at the sight of his soaked cock being slowly pulled from your weeping cunt.

Miguel cums inside your mouth, panting heavily as he coaxes his shaft greedily, globes of crimson searing with passion to get every last drop unloaded in your pretty throat. A couple tears run down your face, lightly smudging your mascara a little bit which Miguel chases away with soft kisses, praising you for how well you did.

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The bed shifts a little bit as Nanami gets up, grunting as he removes the condom and uses a clean towel from the bathroom to clean himself while Miguel holds you against his chest, your bare skin trading warmth against each other as you recover.

Nanami walks over, laying down on the bed, but not before leaning forward, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "You were incredible, darling."

You hum in appreciation, reaching out to lay a hand on Nanami's thigh, your thumb softly swiping against his skin while Miguel continues to cradle your head against his chest.

Nanami covers your hand with his own, looking up at Miguel. "Should we give her a proper thanks after being so good for us...?"

Miguel hums, his jealousy from earlier mostly evaporated from all the passion that just took place, pulling back from his embrace a little to look at you, a soft gaze of adoration seeping from his eyes as he slowly nods his head.

"Definitely..." He smirks as he brings your face closer to his, giving you a soft peck before gently reclining you backwards.

"Miguel?" Your mind is still quite cloudy, body totally spent and a faint soreness starting to make itself known between your thighs after Nanami fucked you so hard.

Nanami allows you to lay backwards against him, your upper body cradled comfortably against his chest. He nuzzles his nose against the crook of your neck, littering it in little kisses as he gently eases your legs open for Miguel, your fucked out pussy spread so nicely in front of him like dessert.

"Just relax, angel..." Nanami murmurs in your ear.

Your thighs ache and you feel a chill as the cool air of the hotel room hits your glistening cunt. Miguel groans at the sight, feeling his cock twitch, begging to come back to life already at the sexy sight of you laying so prettily against Nanami.

Nanami nips at your earlobe, slightly squeezing it between his teeth as his large calloused hands find your breasts once more, hugging them entirely with his warm palms.

You moan softly, letting your body completely relax against him, his strong frame cradling you protectively as he focuses on your breasts, starting to tenderly roll the buds between his fingertips, making your back arch on instinct, drawing your legs apart even wider.

Miguel's mouth waters, leaning down his head to dive in your waters, his tongue lapping and pressing in intentional circular movements as he explores your folds, the smell of sex from earlier leaving you with a particularly delicious taste down there on his tongue, one beefy muscular arm locking around your thigh, followed by the other cementing you in place.

You cry out loudly, the warm massage of Miguel's tongue on your sore pussy and Nanami's hands caressing your breasts already skyrocket you to a dizzying state of mind, the level of pleasure at this point already overwhelming after the abuse your body already endured.

Miguel and Nanami seem to take note of this. Miguel slows down his tongue, making his licks more soft and gentle, coaxing your pussy in more of a tease, a notch down from a moment earlier when he was already going for the full mile.

Nanami's voice soothes you in your ear, his hands kneading and softly pushing your breasts together, then gently apart in a comfortable rhythm, easing away from the ultra sensitive spots and focusing on humming sweet words of praise and a comfortable massage on your tits. He lets their weight linger in his hands as a form of worship, groaning as he feels his cock start to harden yet again against your bare lower back. Everything about you is so bewitching. It's been too long since Nanami's got to enjoy making love to a body as heavenly as yours tonight.

"You're beautiful like this....just stunning, sweetheart...." Nanami coos in your ear. "Been such a good girl all night...you enjoying yourself, my dear?"

"Nanami..."

"'S'right..." Nanami purrs. "I like hearing you moan my name..." he makes his lips supple and messy against your neck, adorning it with more tingling kisses.

Miguel is completely pussy drunk, his tongue lazily prodding in and out between your sensitive lips, dipping slightly into your cunt without plunging in entirely, coating itself with your arousal, savoring the taste you're dripping into his mouth with every wet flick.

At the sound of your moans from Nanami, Miguel is eager to get your attention again, burying his face in your cunt, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your clit as his tongue laves all along your velvety walls, squelching noises and a low groan from Miguel's throat as his tongue repeatedly fucks you, gripping your thighs silently as a reminder of who you actually belong to once the night is over.

Nanami chuckles, hearing you groan even louder, shushing you as he leaves his lips pressed tenderly against your temple as he holds you, letting Miguel take the spotlight this time, subtly stroking his cock with his free hand while he kneads your breasts and holds you against his body with the other.

"Miguel..." You moan out, grinding against his face.

Miguel groans in response, starting to hump against the bed as he gently bobs his head, his tongue doing all sorts of figure eights on your pussy, graciously and eagerly dining on you as a thank you for such a sexy night, for being such a good girl, taking his friend's cock so well and swallowing him down your throat.

His tongue focuses on your sweet puffy clit, your grip on his hair clamped down but not hard enough to dissuade him from his mission to make you cum all over his face. He's too cocky to let Nanami be the only one walking away from this with your cum all over him.

Nanami strokes himself to the sight in front of him, watching this man lap up your pussy and your pretty moans you're making just for him and Miguel, joining in the chorus with his own low moans directly in your ear with more wet reassuring trails of kisses all along your neck. "So good baby...you're close, aren't you, beautiful..."

"Miguel..." You whimper.

"Let him make you cum, baby..." Nanami purrs, locking you in an iron grip against him. "I've got you."

The sounds in the darkened room are the lowly moans and groans from all three of you, yours breathy and rising higher and higher in pitch, wet noises coming from the sloppy mess between Miguel's tongue and your warm cunt, and Nanami stroking his cock faster and faster.

You're sweaty, body overwhelmed from this pleasure that's being injected into you from multiple angles, sandwiched between these two gorgeous men, just about every dirty fantasy you had unfolding right before your eyes as you let them use and enjoy your body, letting them rack your senses with a pleasure so fierce like you've never been fucked so damn deliciously in your entire life.

You practically scream as you squirt all over Miguel's pretty face, his breath caught in his throat as your juices paint his chiseled features, a satisfied grin and throaty chuckle from deep in his chest as he sits back on his heels on the bed, his large cock erect, dark happy trail and hairy chest still shiny with sweat from his endurance, licking up your climax you so generously made just for him.

Nanami cums a second time as well, thick white ropes squirting in his hand, a small spurt accidentally hitting you in your back.

"God...." He pants, the oxygen in his lungs gradually replenishing as he gives you one more kiss on your temple. "Thank you, beautiful...." He stands up once again to clean himself off in the bathroom.

Miguel scoots forward to catch you again, laying you back on the pillows as he can't resist smothering you in more heated kisses.

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Nanami is fully dressed, the sounds of you and Miguel making out passionately on the bed are coming through the closed bathroom door. Nanami's cock slightly twitches at the sound, but he's exhausted. Tonight was more than plenty, better than he could have even imagined, but now it was time to head home.

Still, if you and Miguel ever wanted to do this in the future, he's more than happy to oblige. No, it wouldn't be an obligation in the slightest. He hopes that if Miguel ever thought of sharing you again, he's the only other man who would have the privilege of filling those shoes. Nanami drapes his tie around his shoulders with a sigh as he begins to tie it.

He couldn't deny he felt a slight pang of envy as he walked out of the hotel after giving you a polite kiss on the hand goodbye and a small nod in acknowledgement to Miguel. You were hard to beat. Any woman after you, if there were any, that is, would have to be pretty damn extraordinary to put your alluring self out of his mind.

Nanami stands on the empty dark city sidewalk, soaked with the smell of after rain, the ghost of a satisfied smile on his face when he realizes he managed to get this all done so he could be home before midnight.

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The shower's gentle, rain-like water gracefully dots your skin and kisses your eyelashes as you gaze up at Miguel, holding you naked against his bare body.

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, his thumb gently brushing over your soft lips.

"Are you alright?" He asks quietly, the running water pelting against the shower tiles as a cloud of steam builds around your feet.

You smile, bringing your forehead against his as you make yourself a little taller as you hold him.

"Never better." You answer softly, letting your hand tangle in his wet brunette locks that fall against his face, clinging to his forehead.

He was gorgeous like this, a face you could never get tired of looking at and one you planned on seeing for the rest of your life. Crimson pools of his eyes you'd happily drown in time and time again. Tonight was absolutely perfect, but your heart still truly lived at home with the sweet soul in front of you.

Your lips meet again in another tender kiss, your mouths moving slowly against one another with more intention, carrying a little bit of the fire they had from before when you were making out on the bed.

Miguel pants into your mouth, moaning open mouthed into the kiss, "Got one more round in you, baby?"

You chuckle breathlessly against his lips, "Haven't had enough already?"

"Just want you one more time, all to myself..." He whispers, eyes roaming your body as he playfully toys with your bottom lip.

"Aww...." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold each other underneath the stream.

"You know you're the only one for me, right?"

"I know...just making sure."

Miguel smiles, brushing your noses affectionately before he sinks to his knees, leaving a kiss on random parts of your body on his way down, a passionate groan leaving your lips as you felt him softly ease you open with a long thick finger, the calming warm temperature of the water stifling the ache.

He prepares to dive between your thighs again, your beautiful moans bouncing off the peaceful shower walls once more as you get ready for him to rip another orgasm out of you tonight.

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pregstiel · 2 years

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is anyone else just like. very genuinely annoyed at this point with all those popular youtube channels that are 90% “DEEP DIVE INTO TUMBLR DRAMA” content

#it feels. o hate to say voyeuristic because fundamentally it is just like. public tumblr posts #but it definitely feels very weird and annoying #maybe it’s because these people never have to actually make material because they basically just summarize text posts? i don’t know #basically youtube stop recommending them please #OH WAIT #it’s the weird holier than thou look at these freaks energy #that’s what annoys me. mystery solved in the tags

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scarletttries · 10 months

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Recording: (prompt list here)

(Part Two Here!!)

- When Steven Grant bought a little camcorder and stand a few years ago, he had very innocent reasons in mind. Yes, the stand was set up so the camera pointed straight at his bed, but it was to capture exactly why we woke up so exhausted from a night of tossing and turning alone, not for anything more fun than that.

- Naturally anytime you were coming over, he'd carefully stash the device away, not wanting to creep you out or do anything to risk making the most important person in his life uncomfortable. He knows just how lucky he is to be the man that gets to worship your body, and even though he'd die for the chance to relive every one of your intimate encounters, he thinks it's way too weird of a question to ask.

- That is until one night you surprise him at home, on your way back from a girl's night and missing your sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He's over the moon when he opens the door to your bright, smiling face, quickly surrendering to your hypnotic kiss as you lead him to the bed he was all but ready to settle into for the night alone.

- Your hands are pushing his shirt off his shoulders, while his hands slide up your dress, clawing at your thighs until they spread enough for him to fit between them, when you first notice the blinking red light.

"Steven, gorgeous, how long have you had a camera in your bedroom?" Instantly he's mortified, apologising and tripping over his own feet as he launches off the bed, practically crawling across his bedroom floor to turn off the device,

"I'm so sorry love, I didn't realise you were coming, and it's to help with my sleep walking, and I swear I always put it away whenever you're here, I'd never violate your privacy like that." He's struggling to take in breaths as each sentence catches in his throat, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he watches you pull down your skirt and hop off the edge of his bed, picking him up off the floor and bringing your hands to softly cup his face.

"It's okay, I believe you. I trust you Steven, I was just surprised is all." Your gentle words slow his heart back to a steady pace, the tender press of your lips to his enough to reassure him that this isn't the breaking point he always assumes is right around the corner. Each kiss is quickly followed by another, Steven completely entranced by you, enough so that he doesn't notice as you press the record button again, throwing the camera a showy wink as you lead him back to bed again.

- It's not until a few days later, texting Steven from a hotel during a weekend away that you let him know about your little tape. He's desperately fighting the urge to plead over text for you to come home early, settling for telling you just how terribly he misses you, three little words hanging on the tip of his tongue, not quite bold enough to let them loose yet. You echo his longing sentiment, telling him just how much you miss the feel of his hands on your skin, his touch on every part of you, and tell him maybe he should check his camera before he takes himself to bed.

- He's sceptical as he takes his camcorder off his stand, flipping the little screen to face him and scrolling through the hours of footage until he recognises the night he last had you over. He has to cover his eyes with embarrassment as he watches himself tumble out of bed to stop the recording, but his eyes dart wide open when he watches you turn it straight back on, the playful look in your eye immediately flushing all his blood down his body.

- He realises he's holding his breath in his attempt to hear every single sound you make as the two of you step across the screen and climb back on to the bed he's now propped up in alone. He knows it was your decision, but he still feels voyeuristic and dirty as he watches your dress slide down your body on the screen, his free hand slipping into his pyjama bottoms as his on screen counterpart slides his hands over your chest, earning a happy moan that has him hardening at the first touch.

- His mouth hangs open and he watches intently as he settles between your legs, turning up the volume as high as he can as you start to pant and moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your centre. His hand has picked up its pace now, chest heaving as he watches your back arch off the bed, nipples hard in the cold night air.

- He almost loses it the first time he notices you smile right into the camera as you moan out his name, a private performance just for him that makes his heart throb almost as hard as the manhood he's now furiously rubbing. He can feel him cross the point of no return as he watched himself plunge deep inside you, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips leaving no room between your two bodies, his lips desperately chasing yours. His screen self lasts longer than lonely Steven does, spilling across the empty bed as you let out the needy high pitched whine you do every time he pulls out of you to change positions. He sits there, dick pulsing in his hand as he watches your ass bounce as he slams his hips against yours, finally both spent and collapsing alongside you.

- Feeling utterly beat he almost puts the camera away, until he notices you creep out of the bed towards the bathroom, stopping in front of the focused lens to mouth three little words to him before stopping the video. If the sensitive soul hadn't already been in bed, he would have immediately collapsed to the floor. Frantically he picks his phone back up, impatiently waiting through the rings until he can finally tell you that he loves you too.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #steven grant x reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant imagine #steven grant smut #steven grant imagines #steven grant #moon knight imagines #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #moon knight smut

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a-hazbin-reader · 4 months

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Fluff, Romantic Tension, Slight Jealousy

Description: Alastor loves to dance but with you especially

Alastor is a fantastic dancer, you could ask any of his dance partners and they would all agree

Mimzy, Rosie, Charlie...ect Lucifer

But they would also agree that there is a certain amount of...polite distance when it comes to dancing with him

No real connection, just as if Alastor is going through the motions of the dance

Your own dance partners could say the same of you, that you know the moves, you play the part well. You may even be having fun with them but it's not exactly intimate

Alastor could watch you dance all day, loves watching you move, but at the same time he kinda hates seeing you dance with others

Heaven forbid if you dance with Lucifer(That mf totally would ask you to dance if it meant pissing Alastor off)

He just doesn't trust anyone else or their intentions with you, he's not jealous

Jealousy implies that he's scared of losing you to someone else and that would never happen

But your friend doesn't have to have their hand so close to your rump

But dancing together is different for you and him

When you and Alastor dance together, no matter the style, you two always dance as if you're the only two people in the room

Gazes locked with each other, bodies pressed close, movements fluid and united as one

😭 you two are a work of art on the dance floor

Honestly, sometimes your audience feels a little uncomfortable watching the two of you, even if the dance isn't a steamy one, something about it feels a little voyeuristic

Not that you two even notice, too in the moment with each other to even pay attention to anyone else

He's playful when dancing with you too, switching up the rhythms, changing the dance, pulling little stunts to fluster you

Oops! He almost tripped you and now you're caught in his arms, hugging his neck for dear life. Gosh, he's so clumsy sometimes 😌

Bastard

Not you retaliating by saucing up the dance a little, giving little kisses under his chin, hooking a leg around his waist

Bitch

You two have fun little ways of asking each other to dance that totally don't make others uncomfortable

Alastor simply steals you away from your current dance partner, giving them a not so gentle bump and taking their place like nothing happened

You running a coy finger along his jaw and beckoning him out to the dance floor as you pass by

Not his ears fluttering about excitedly, tail wagging

He already always looks smug but when he dances with you he looks like the cat that got the cream

Not him showing off with/for you in front of everyone

Once he's got you then nobody else is allowed to be your dance partner for the rest of the night, not that you mind

He will scare off anybody who even tries to cut in, if fear mongering doesn't work then a random tentacle will simply toss the offender away

He never even looks away from you while he does it

🙄 "Alastor-" "I'm not sorry." 😏

If someone wants to dance with him then all you have to do is grip him a little tighter and lay you head on him, his attention will never leave you

Not him straight up ignoring them

You two honestly sometimes dance all night, not even noticing when everyone is gone and the music stops

The only thing that changes is that you two become softer together, swaying together as you lean on him, arms lazily looped around his neck. His chin resting on your head, hugging your waist softly.

You two are just too fucking cute

The dances always end with a kiss 💋 before reluctantly pulling apart, Alastor wearing a stupidly soft look on his face that he would later deny

Alastor loves to dance but he fucking loves dancing with you

Alastor when someone tries to dance with his wife:

#alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader

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callme-darling · 4 months

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soft, early morning sex with vincent

or; you’re awake before vincent for once and slowly wake him up in the way you know best

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fem reader, Horny, sleepy sex, grinding, reader wakes vincent up for sex, no prep, p-in-v, some fingering, it’s pretty soft stuff ngl

a/n: this was inspired by a dream i had and forever altered my brain chemistry

your eyes were still heavy with sleep, but your heart pounded steadily in your chest, your breath tense as if you had just run a short way. fleeting details of your waking dream still obscured the forefront recesses of your mind; the intimacy, the undeniable warmth and tenderness. you lay on your side, back towards the body occupying the other side of the bed. you shift carefully, mindful not to disturb the man still snoring softly beside you—the very man who, in your dreams, touched you with such devotion he was the reason you awoke nearly gasping for breath.

vincent looked peaceful, sleep one of the few stress-free experiences in his busy life. you smile softly to yourself, a soft hand brushing a strand of silver hair from where it had fallen over his brow. your gaze lingers over his features, the lines of his forehead less visible under the tranquility of sleep.

your heart, though calmer now, was still beating quickly in your ribcage, and the heat in your cheeks was becoming harder to ignore. your initial thought was to take a quick, cold shower. but the longer you looked at your lover, the more fierce these feelings grew, and the harder it became to deny them.

it was rare for you to wake before vincent, and even rarer for him to remain asleep after you stir awake. which, in your sleepy and lustful mind, called for the perfect wakeup plan.

it began with you placing warm, featherlike kisses on his cheek, the skin near his eye twitching minutely under the feeling. your lips diligently made their way from his face to the sensitive skin of his neck as your hands brushed over his shirt. the material bunched just above his navel, his skin soft as your fingers traced the faint ridges of his ribs.

then came the subdued moan from him. you stop your ministrations for a moment, bringing your face above his to study his rhythmic breathing. still asleep. your eyes flick back down to his neck, to where the collar of his tshirt exposed the top of his chest. with quiet determination, you sat up softly, allowing the duvet to fall from your shoulders.

the heat in your core was becoming near unbearable, and you were growing desperate to feel the hands of your dream on you in this life.

pushing the duvet down to his thighs, you were quick to replace the initial morning chill with your own warmth, hips ghosting over his until you gently rock them against his waist, stifling a faint moan with your lips pressed to the side of his throat. your hands were against his chest now, pushing his shirt up even further to expose his pale skin. your nails traced along his abdomen as your hips continued to slowly rock over his.

warm breath fanned across his neck with each whiny pant you let out, your shaky moans increasing in volume as you felt his half hard cock twitch under you, his hips shuddering to meet yours.

you bring your right hand to the side of his head to stabilize yourself. your eyes half lidded, you watched his face contort as his eyes fluttered gently, his teeth biting softly unto the plush of his bottom lip. the sight alone enough to have you leaning in to brush your lips over his, soft kisses quickly developing into a voyeuristic display of needy lips and even needier moans as vincent became more awake and aware of the current state of his darling girlfriend’s desperation.

his voice was thick with sleep, his accent barely intelligible, “good morning to you too, love- oh-“

you nearly whimper as you watch his eyes just barely roll back with a firm brush of your hips. his palms were warm against you as he gripped your waist, his fingers tickling the skin under your shirt.

“sorry..” you mumble, voice airy, “just needed you.” though, the way your hips moved over his seemed anything but remorseful.

the back of his head pressed into the pillow as his grip on your hips tightened, seemingly reigning in some control over your ministrations. you leaned down to trail wet kisses down his throat to his chest. he swallowed thickly, “fuck- …you look so good baby.”

your voice was tense, your panties becoming painfully uncomfortable, “please, please, can you fuck me?” you knew you sounded pitiful, but the ache in your core demanded some sort of relief.

a warm hand on your throat brought your mouth down to his, your lips soft and plaint as his tongue brushed against yours, drawing out a wanton moan from you. “how could i deny you, darling.”

you felt his hand dip under the waistband of your panties, groaning as his fingers explore just how wet you were able to make yourself. “what got you so worked up, hm?” you couldn’t tell if there was a teasing bite to his words, but the small smile on his face told you it was at least partial genuine curiosity.

you let yourself grind into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as soft, wet clicks filled the room. your breath trembled, your hands splayed on his abdomen to keep you upright, “h-had a dream.. ‘bout you.”

his fingers worked expertly toying with your puffy clit as his sleepy eyes glimmered with want. “oh? about me… and what was i doing in this dream?”

“vincent, please- please i need you-“

“and you’ll have me, dear. but i want to know more about your dream first.” he chuckled softly, “there’s no rush today, let’s enjoy this.”

when you didn’t answer for a few moments, vincent merely groaned. he pulled his hand away from your core and pushed you onto your back. the mattress bounced softly under your transferred weight, with him now kneeling over you.

“tell me, what was i doing in this dream of yours to get you so riled up?” he spoke quietly, his blue eyes fixed on yours. his hand pushed his hair away from his face before ghosting over your stomach as he waited for an answer.

you sucked in a silent breath. “you were touching me, telling me how you loved me..”

“and..?”

oh, you hated how your core clenched at his smile, the grin bordering on teasing. his other hand came to brush as strand of your hair from your cheek as he leaned in closer.

“i know it wasn’t real, but it felt so good-“ you rambled with a hushed whisper, “fuck… and then you looked so good when i woke up..”

at that, he smiled down at you, planting a kiss on your temple, “who knew you could be made so needy from a simple dream.”

in keeping with his promise, vincent began to slide your panties down your thighs, a string of your translucent slick snapping against the soft skin of your thighs as he pulled the material away. you felt your cheeks grow warmer at the sight of your nearly soaked-through panties being discarded on the floor, eyes searching for vincent’s only to find his fixed on your weeping pussy.

“shit, you’re s’fucking wet..” his voice was low, and you caught how his dick twitched, hard in his pants.

you felt like you could pass out if he didn’t touch you. your head fell back, eyes big and pleading up at him. “please, i’m ready. don’t need prep—please-“

vincent hesitated a moment, gentle eyes peering into you. “…you sure?”

“yes, yes please.” you nod enthusiastically. “i need to feel you.”

he still seemed to have his reservations, but hearing you beg so readily for him had him groaning under his breath. and who was he to deny you, his pretty girl?

you could barely contain your excitement as he undid the drawstring of his sweatpants, pushing the waistband down far enough to have his cock slap against his lower stomach. your eyes were fixated as his hand stroked it, the tip leaking a bead of precum down the shaft, blushed a pretty pink.

a finger under your chin pulled your gaze back up to his face where a playful smirk had your cheeks flushed. “tell me if it’s too much.” even in such intimate moments, vincent never failed to put you first, and it made your heart race even more.

when you finally felt his tip line up with your entrance, you felt yourself tense up in anticipation. his lips were warm on your neck, “relax ma cherie… yes..” he groaned as he began to slowly sink into your heat, “just like that, fuck-“

your head fell back, eyes rolling as a breathless whine tumbled from your lips. it felt good, so fucking good. the way he was stretching you out on his long cock could make you lose your mind. you turned your head to the side, eyes fluttering as he shallowly thrusted into you.

“so tight, love, so fuckin’ tight..” he cursed under his breath, voice thick with lust.

you couldn’t respond, not with the way your needy pussy was finally being used like you needed. your hands found vincent’s shoulders, nails digging pretty crescents into his skin as he picked up his pace, fucking into you as your cunt squelched loudly with each thrust.

“you’re so pretty like this, so pretty and all for me.”

your knees were on either side of his hips, feet dangling in the air as you felt your mind go blank, a stream of whiny moans punctuated with every full thrust into your core.

you were so worked up and so close to the release you needed, and vincent’s skilled fingers playing with your clit again was the final push. your mouth fell open, eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself come hard around his cock.

“that’s it, fuck, you feel so good-“ your pussy clenched around his dick like a vice, his head falling to your shoulder as he came inside you, panting as his dick still throbbed in your core.

when you both finally regained your composure, you bring yourself to look at him only to find him wearing a lovesick grin on his face. he leans down, planting a sweet kiss to your lips before whispering, “good morning, my love.”

#♱₊˚✧ filth .#swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall vincent

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angeadore · 4 months

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𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟!

featuring ... lucifer; mammon; leviathan; satan; asmodeus; beelzebub; belphegor.

genre ... smut (18+).

wc ... 3.6k

warnings ... smut (18+); oral (m receiving); face fucking; verbal degradation + praise; slight exhibitionistic + voyeuristic themes; slight corruptive themes; masturbation; foul language; fem!reader; a little bit angsty?; some reactions are more suggestive and not as nsfw as they could have been; some reactions are shorter, some reactions are longer — i got lazy. also, i suck at writing nsfw, so take that as you will.

synopsis ... the demon brothers react to mc catching them after a shower.

authors note ... repost from my previously deleted blog!

now playing ► hands to myself by selena gomez.

LUCIFER

There was probably a reason that Lucifer wasn’t answering your calls, and his lack of response was probably not an invitation for you to walk into his room unannounced.

But, you had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. Even in the Human Realm you weren’t the best at reading social cues — your lack of street smarts only seemed to get you into twice as much trouble in the Devildom. Of course, the avatar of pride was not the exception to your clueless ways. At some point, you were bound to slip up.

“MC…” Lucifer stood on the opposite side of the room, raven hair wet from his shower and a white towel hanging low — so low — around his hips.

The demon had watched as the door to his room swung open without so much as a knock and then swung shut with the fervor of a madman. He continued to watch as you took in his figure, scanning him from head to toe before you were able to fully process what you were doing. And he watched as your face grew hot with roseate tones.

Lucifer should be angry; he should be absolutely seething.

He probably would be, too, if it weren’t for the way he could feel his cock twitch with arousal at the way you looked at him, the way your eyes trailed over his every feature with - admiration? Adoration? Fondness? Or was the look in your eye simply desire? Desire to have him, desire to feel him… did you desire him?

“I- Sorry,” you spoke frantically, apologizing to the demon profusely, “I apologize; sincerely. I should have knocked.”

Lucifer looked on you with curiosity swimming in his eyes; how, exactly, could a human stir up emotions — needs — that haven’t been so prevalent for centuries? How curious, indeed…

“There’s no need to apologize, MC.” If anything, he should be the one apologizing. Sinful thoughts of you — oh so sinful; damnable, even — ran rampant through his mind. “What can I help you with; it must be important.”

“No-” your tongue ran along your lips, finding they became quite dry in the time you had been staring at Lucifer, and the demon felt his cock harden further beneath the towel at the motion. “No, it wasn’t so important.”

You were always so sweet, so complacent — reminiscent of the angels you so often wasted your time with. Lucifer had to give it to you: you would have made a better angel than he ever was, though he’ll force you to fall further than he ever did.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I continued my activities.”

No, you certainly wouldn’t mind, and you would have stated such had your eyes not been trained on the towel that the demon let fall from his waist with little decorum.

This was not the Lucifer you had come to know — the one with the strict schedules, organized piles of paperwork, and sustained, uptight pride. This Lucifer was one you had yet to fully understand. This Lucifer was the one that was reckless, turbulent — the one that used his pride as his weapon instead of his lawbook.

This Lucifer was the one who was unabashedly stroking his half-hard cock in front of you, dripping with precum and letting soft groans pass through his lips. This Lucifer was wild, beautiful — completely alluring.

“Do you enjoy watching me, MC?” The question cut through your needy haze, the sound of his voice — the blatant pleasure he was feeling bleeding into his tone — making your breath catch in your throat and your pussy clench around nothing. “Because I certainly enjoy being watched by you.”

Your eyes follow his hand as he pumps his cock, fist squeezing tighter as he nears the tip. It looks painfully hard now, red and glistening. You couldn’t help but wonder what Lucifer would taste like, how his cock would feel sliding against your tongue. Would he guide your movements or would he let you please him of your own accord? Does he enjoy being teased or would he rather get straight to the point? What does he look like when he cums?

“You look like you want to devour me, MC — watching me like you are.” Lucifer continues his movements as he talks, your name nothing more than a breathy moan. “You should know that it’s a demons nature to give ourselves over to temptation when it’s presented to us; you should know better than to look at me like that.”

“I suppose… if I can’t look, can I touch?” The question rolled off of your tongue before you could care to consider your proposition.

Lucifer’s movements paused. His pretty MC, the object of his desire, wants to touch him? He swore to keep you happy and protected, as was his job under his lords order — if you want him, you will get him as many times as your fragile body could handle.

“Kneel.”

MAMMON

Mammon wasn’t simply the avatar of greed. No, he was the embodiment of greed itself.

Money, of course, was of the most obvious things he was greedy for. The demon believed that nothing was as satisfying as spending a couple hundred-thousand Grimm on whatever his heart desired (Lucifer and Mammon’s outstanding credit card bill would adamantly disagree).

Though, if he had to choose, Mammon would say that what he was most greedy for was you — albeit dubiously.

It came as quite a surprise when the demon first realized how truly euphoric you’ve made him feel, whether it be spoiling you or being graciously spoiled by you — it was how he imagined heaven would truly feel had he not been cast out for falling to the temptation of his sin, of his greed.

Mammon wondered if his greed was beginning to rub off on you, if that was the reason you had jumped him immediately after he had gotten out of the shower. Or, perhaps, you had simply been hanging around the avatar of lust too much.

Either way, it was Mammon that you were greedy for.

Your kiss wasn’t as sweet as Mammon was used too, it was lustful — lascivious and obscene. He could taste the sugary sweetness of candied strawberries on your tongue and could feel the way you pressed yourself against him until there was no space left. It was as if you couldn’t get close enough to him, like you wanted to steal his breathe from his lungs, crawl under his skin and become him.

Mammon knew greed; he was greed. Yet, this was the first time he was able to appreciate the intensity of your greed.

“Take this off.” Your fingers were playing with the tied-waist of Mammon’s towel, the offending piece of cloth frustrating you to no end — you wanted it gone, you wanted an unobstructed view of your lovers body and you both knew it. “Wanna see you.”

“Yeah…” his tone was teasing, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer, closer until you could feel how hard he is against you, “You wanna touch me too? You want my pleasure to be yours?”

Of course you did.

“Just want you,” your voice was quiet, almost as if the idea of wanting to be with Mammon was embarrassing, when, in fact, it was the complete opposite. You welcomed your want for the demon with open arms, even if he was a bit slower to admit his want for you.

“You have me.”

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan was insecure and, frankly, you had absolutely no idea why.

The purple haired demon had, in your mind, been a sight to behold since your first meeting. Even after his sin had overtaken him, when he had put you in danger — even then you continued to cherish and adore him.

In your current situation, you found yourself asking the question for what had to be the thousandth time: why?

Leviathan was beautiful. Everything about him.

His skin, marred with scars — delicate ones that were pale against his already pale complexion and lurid ones that flushed crimson, a reminder of the burns inflicted during the fall. They all told his story; for that, they were beguiling.

The avatar of envy was all sharp lines and tapered edges — you couldn’t help the way your eyes would glide over his figure whenever he decidedly graced you with his presence.

Yes, he was certainly beautiful — you were having difficulties deciding whether your current situation was a blessing or a curse. Maybe it was both.

It was clear that Leviathan had just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and mused, water droplets staining his skin as they trailed along the lines of his body, down, further — don’t look.

Though, it was difficult not to, proving nearly impossible to avoid taking in all of him when he was right there, standing in the middle of the room, showcasing himself to you. Levi was frozen, flustered at your presence, held hostage in a state of embarrassment just like you.

He was aroused like you were, too — something you noted as you admired his physique with both hands clasped over your mouth in shock.

Leviathans cock was hardened, long and thick with precum beading at the tip under your attentive gaze. You had to wonder if his arousal had anything to do with you or if he had intended to use his time after his shower to get off. You could only hope that you had starred in some of his fantasies.

You needed to leave. You really needed to leave. You hadn’t intended on walking in on him like this, and the last thing you wanted was to ruin a friendship that took so much time to cultivate by staring at him any longer than you already had.

Levi’s shock bled into bitter confusion: just as quickly as you had walked into his room, you had left with the slam of his door.

The demon wasn’t thrilled that you had walked in on him, that this was how you were made to see him so vulnerable, but he figured it was an opening — a twisted opportunity to have the conversation that so desperately needed to be had.

But you had left, walked out on him without so much as a word. He had been unable to read your expressions, to get some idea of what you thought of him.

Maybe if Leviathan was better at keeping his envy in check he would have realized that, perhaps, you simply left because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the demon had never been very good at controlling his sin.

Levi couldn’t help but wonder if it was the scars that scared you off. Or, maybe, his body wasn’t what you were looking for — he knows you’ve seen Asmodeus in a state of undress… maybe his brother was more your type. Could it have been his personality? Did you think of him as nothing more than a friend?

Was he really so undesirable?

SATAN

You wish you could say that catching him was an accident, that you hadn’t been completely intent on seeing the avatar of wrath in a state of absolute vulnerability. You thought of it as payback — an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, so to speak. Reparations for an accident that lead to Satan walking in on you in quite a vulnerable state.

But, was that really an accident? No, not if the knowing look in the demon’s eyes after the fact had anything to say about it.

Satan was intelligent, that was something he prided himself on. Nothing around him happened without him wanting it to happen — a fact you must’ve overlooked when deciding that, yes, sitting on his bed and waiting for him to exit the shower without prior announcement would be a good idea.

And, really, if you had thought your plan through just a little more, you would have seen that you were exactly where he wanted you.

“Such a pretty little thing…” The words fell easily from Satan’s tongue, his sentence trailing off as his thumb traced over your bottom lip. He stood in front of you, towel riding low on his hips — too low; dangerously low.

“You’re towel- it’s going to fall.”

The smile that graced Satan’s lips could only be described as sinister — wicked, corrupt, completely vicious; he was looking at you like a predator would look at prey, and you had no reluctance in believing that that was exactly what you were to him. Prey.

“Wouldn’t you like that,” Satan mocked, “Isn’t that why you’re here? Because you want to pleasure me?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have believed he was tempting you — with his body, with his words that were coated in honey.

“Say the word, pretty one, and I’m yours to use as you please.”

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus held no shame. It was a fact that you had learned very early on during your time in the Devildom, a fact that became increasingly obvious the more time you spent with him.

Innocent requests of let me paint your nails and play with my hair had quickly turned into requests of let me kiss you and bathe with me.

You hadn’t yet agreed to those kinds of requests — even the avatar of lust had yet to guide you into falling for temptation. Though, you had to believe that this — this misfortune — would be the inevitable turning point.

“Fuck, baby,” the words fell from Asmo’s mouth as a blissful moan, “your mouth feels so good — better than heaven.”

The demon stood over you, his cock in your mouth and his hands placed over the back of your head, holding you steady as he thrusted against your tongue.

You gagged around his length, tears gathering in your eyes that only served to push Asmo towards his release.

The turn of events wasn’t expected. You hadn’t gone to Asmodeus’ room expecting him to be clad in only a towel that hung low on his waist, nor did you expect to find yourself on your knees to service him. But, the towel that lay discarded on the floor made you think that, just maybe, this should have been expected, and the demon that stood in front of you, letting loose the prettiest moans you had ever heard, made you believe that this was simply bound to happen.

“I’m gonna cum,” the demon whined, his hips stuttering as he pushed his cock as far into your mouth as he could. His abdominals flexed and you could feel him twitch in your mouth as he moaned — loudly and without fear of any of his brothers hearing.

When Asmodeus finally came, his release spilling down your throat, you swore you could never get enough of him. When he pulled away from you, admiring the string of saliva that connected your lips to his cock, and you could see the way his cock began to harden once again, was when you realized how truly shameless the avatar of lust was.

“Next time…” Asmo breathed out, “next time you should just bathe with me. But, right now, I just want to taste you.”

BEELZEBUB

You had two options to choose from when venturing to pull a reaction from Beelzebub: eating his food or withholding his food from him. Neither of those options produced a reaction that was particularly favorable (unless you’re into being literally eaten — Beel loved you, but he loved food just a smidge more).

You were convinced you would never be able to get a favorable reaction from him — a reaction that ended with you on your back and the avatar of gluttony between your thighs. Weeks of teasing, of dropping not-so-subtle hints of what you were after yielded no results. None whatsoever and you were beginning to wonder if he was attracted to you in even the slightest.

Though, your current predicament successfully cut off that train of thought.

You were going to have to talk to him, that much was for certain. You had intended on doing so; you swear to heaven and earththat’s all you went to his room to do.

It wasn’t your fault that Beelzebub had grown into the habit of leaving the door open when he showered, really. It wasn’t Beel’s fault either — it was his room and Belphegor never spent any time in there anyway.

It also wasn’t your fault that you could feel your heartbeat speed up at the realization that your lover was less than 15 feet away from you and naked. Nor was it your fault that the demon was audibly pleasuring himself to the thought of you, your name falling from his lips as he pumped his cock in the steaming shower.

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed, rubbing your thighs together for just a bit of relief. The pressure of your thighs pushed together didn’t help much, but you hadn’t exactly expected it to — at this point, you were almost certain the only way you were going to be able to satisfy yourself was with Beel’s help.

‘His fingers would do,’ you thought, your eyes closed as you imagined the way his fingers would fill you up, how they would brush up against that one spot inside you — the one that makes all your muscles tense and pleasured moans spill from your lips. You wondered if he would use his tongue on you, if he would enjoy the way you taste, if he would hold your hips down and savor everything you had to give him.

You wondered if Beelzebub was the type to leaving you marked and aching, completely satiated, yet wanting more.

“What are you doing?”

Your eyes shot open, your gaze landing on Beelzebub, who was dripping wet and holding a towel loosely around his waist.

You hadn’t heard the shower stop, nor had you realized your hand had made its way between your thighs, rubbing at your clit through the thin material of your panties under your skirt.

You couldn’t quite tell what Beel was thinking. He didn’t sound angry or disgusted; maybe a little annoyed? Though you couldn’t understand why he would be annoyed, of all things. You could understand being uncomfortable, angry, even irritated, but annoyed? It didn’t make sense.

You stood, making your way towards Beelzebub, feeling the way his eyes stayed glued on your figure, embarrassment making your body heat up.

“I didn't’- I was just- You were- Beel?” Whatever stuttered out thought you were going to try to make sense of was stopped when the demon began moving closer to you, your own body moving backwards until your legs hit the bed, forcing you to sit down in order to put some sort of space between you and your lover.

His presence was looming and you would have been scared had you not known him as well as you did.

“Why were you touching yourself,” yes, he was annoyed, “when I’m right here — when I should be the only one touching you?”

“I don’t-”

“You should be punished — for not letting me take care of you, for not coming to me first,” Beelzebub’s words were quiet, low as he spoke to you, “I’m going to pleasure you until you learn your lesson, until I’ve had my fill; and then I’m going to keep pleasuring you anyway, because you’ve kept yourself from me for so long — too long — and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

BELPHEGOR

“You’re such a dumb fucking slut, you know that?”

Belphegor was behind you, pushing your head into the pillows as his cock slammed as deep into you as possible, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. You could feel the way his cock bulged in your belly while he was in you, and indulged in the way the tip brushed against your spongey walls — it was euphoric in every sense of the word.

“You liked walking in on me after my shower? Hmm?” The demon was taunting you, trying to rile you up as he provided you and himself with much needed relief. “Can feel you clenching around me — you’re practically sucking me in, little slut.”

“Please, Belphie,” you whined, tears welling in your eyes at the feeling of him inside of you, wanting more than you already had of him, “please!”

Belphegor rolled his eyes — you were always so needy. You disturb his sleep, you invade his privacy, you tell him what to do and when to do it all because you want him to fill your cunt, to make you feel good. He was done with you controlling how he fucked you, how he loved you — if you wanted him, you’d have to take whatever he decides to give you.

“Wish you could just be a good girl for me, be the good girl everybody already thinks you are.” Belphegor’s words were breathy, unable to catch a breath as he fucked into you. “Why can’t you be a good girl?”

“I am!” It was a cry, a plea that fell from your lips. You were a good girl, you swore you were. “I am a good girl — promise!”

“If you were a good girl, you wouldn’t have invaded my privacy, would have knocked on the door instead of just walking in. You wanted to see my cock, wanted me to fill you up instead of waiting like a good girl would. No, you’re not a good girl — you’re my dirty, needy little slut,” the demon leaned down, his lips pressed against your ear, “You need to be taught a lesson, you stupid, impatient human.”

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Daniel finds out about Max’s divorce from a Google alert.

“FORMER F1 CHAMPION NEWLY SINGLE, SEEN HITTING THE BARS IN MONACO.” Journalistic excellence from the Daily Mail, as always. But when actual newspapers start reporting on it, Daniel decides to reach out. He texts Max a cat meme. Subtext: sorry about your failed relationship, also I know you like cats. Max texts back Are you trying to cheer me up, and then 😂. It’s unclear if he’s 😂 at the cat or the notion of Daniel attempting to comfort. While Daniel is trying to figure this out a third text comes in. Stop reading stupid shit by dumb assholes who don’t know anything.

Nah it’s all good, I can’t read, Daniel replies. He hesitates, and then adds I am like. Sorry about stuff with kelly or whatever though.

Max thumbs-up reacts the message, and doesn’t reply.

Daniel figures Max’ll probably just start dating another exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely groomed woman with a disconcerting resemblance to his own mother. They’re ten a penny in Monaco, where Max still for some reason lives.

He’s not prepared for the next tranche of articles his Google Alert brings him. “MAX VERSTAPPEN SEEN LEAVING GAY BAR.” “VERSTAPPEN REFUSES TO ADDRESS RUMOURS.” “VETTEL COMES TO VERSTAPPEN’S DEFENCE: ‘HE HAS A RIGHT TO A PRIVATE LIFE.’” Like… people go to gay bars sometimes, even if they’re straight. But do straight people let Seb Vettel defend their honour in the media?

Daniel opens his text thread with Max and types Hey, are you. You know.

He deletes it, obviously. He’s got a lot going on in his own life. Brand ambassadorships out the ass, his film production company, his vineyard. He sends Max another dumb meme and calls it good. Max is just doing Max stuff. It’s some belated F1 champion rumspringa, probably, because when he was an actual teenager he was psychotically focussed on racing. He’ll settle down soon enough.

Daniel really isn’t expecting him to announce live on Dutch television that he has a boyfriend. The clip is in Dutch, obviously, but someone has added English captions, and Daniel watches over and over again. RIP his YouTube algorithm. It’s some daytime talk show, the kind of thing Max hates, the kind of thing he’d never do unless someone was twisting his arm about it. The host asks all sickly sweet if there’s a special someone in Max’s life. Max says, “Well yes of course there is my boyfriend.” The “of course” in Dutch sounds like naturally. Naturally, naturally. “And my family I am very close to, as well.” The camera dwells with voyeuristic glee on the talkshow host’s face as she tries and fails to pick her expression up from the floor. “Your boyfriend?” she manages. Max nods, impatient. Daniel rewinds the clip. Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend?

Daniel decides to visit Monaco. Not because of Max. It’s summer and the swing of the season is funnelling him that way, that’s all, towards the parties and the glittering people dancing on yachts, getting high, bright and beautiful, living that good life. He doesn’t have an apartment there anymore, but Max does, because Max never left: still has his custom penthouse with its views of the harbour. Unless—it’s a weird thought—unless Kelly kept it in the divorce. But when he texts Max to invite himself to stay, Max doesn’t mention anything about a new address.

Max also doesn’t sound, like, super enthused, but that’s just how he is. It’s his natural Dutchness, most likely. Fine you can come then. You are lucky I don’t have plans is probably just the Dutch way of saying “Yeah sounds great, looking forward to reconnecting.” You are very annoying is probably how people from the Netherlands express affection. Daniel texts back Love you too my brother 🤘🤘

He gets his hair touched up before he goes, a little bit of tattooing at the roots in the front. He does a spray tan, and gets his face dermaplaned (not in that order). You can’t go to Monaco and not look good, that's all.

It always feels kind of weird, flying into Nice in a non-F1 context, first class instead of private, but Daniel fits, still: gets asked for his autograph at the airport, and then on the concourse, and when he stops to put petrol in his rental car (a sweet little Porsche, nice). He tosses his keys to the valet at Max’s building and the valet goggles. That’s right, baby: twelve-time Grand Prix winner Daniel Ricciardo is in town. Daniel winks and the valet turns gratifyingly mauve.

Max, when Daniel pushes into his apartment, is less enthusiastic. “Daniel. I really do not know why you’ve come.”

Daniel ignores him in favour of crouching down, trying to pet Jimmy or Sassy. “Hey, little guy,” he croons. “Or girl. What’s up? Do you remember Uncle Danny? Am I in town to show your daddy a good time? Yeah I am! That’s right. That’s right.” Jimmy or Sassy scowls at him and swipes with one needle-tipped paw. All right, drama queen. Daniel stands back up and grins at Max. “I mean, mostly I wanted to meet your boyfriend,” he says, for some reason. What the fuck, Ricciardo. He keeps grinning, styles it out. “Gotta give him the old shovel speech, right?”

Max is doing the blank-eyed stare Daniel remembers so well from their racing days. It’s wildly disconcerting coming from this Max, who looks. Different, that’s all. He’s thick, still fit and well-muscled but heavy with it now, t-shirt stretched over the layer of hard fat covering his abdomen, face softer. He’s a bear of a man, he could—he could do lots of things, obviously. It’s fine. It’s just that part of Daniel still expects him to be the gawky teenager Daniel loomed over.

Max says, “What do you want to say to my boyfriend about shovels,” and for a bewildering moment Daniel has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Oh, no, it’s like—it’s a saying, or whatever, when someone starts dating someone. I mean, usually dads say it, I guess, but like—the idea is if he mistreats you I’ll…” Daniel trails off as he realises he’s not actually sure what “shovel speech” means. “Uh, hit him with a shovel? Or I guess potentially, like, use it to bury his corpse. Whiiiich is a joke! Not actually going to bury anyone.” No, weird comment, Daniel’s not actually going to bury anyone t-shirt is raising a lot of questions et cetera. Hastily, he adds “As long as he behaves!” and then stands there mentally kicking himself while Jimmy/Sassy yowls soulfully near his ankles. He's never like this, he never loses control of a conversation like this. It's agonising.

Max stares at him for a long moment, and then cracks up. “Daniel, you are still so weird,” he says. It sounds kind of affectionate.

“You know it, baby,” Daniel says. “So, where’s the boyf?

Max’s cheeks go a little red, it looks like. Maybe Daniel’s imagining it. “Ricardo is at the gym,” he says.

Daniel has to have misheard that. “Sorry, what’s this dude’s name?”

“Ricardo,” Max says grumpily. “My boyfriend.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Once again Daniel decides, against his better judgement, to style it out. “Uh, is he Australian, by any chance? And devastatingly charismatic?”

Max sighs, as if Daniel is being really annoying. “He is from Melbourne. And yeah, he is okay I think. Maybe you won’t like him though, because you like always to be the funniest one. Come on, I will show you to your guest room.”

Daniel manages a casual-sounding, “Haha, you got me.” They’re walking through the apartment, now, Max leading the way. For a moment Daniel just watches the sunburned back of his neck.

#my fic #DO straight people allow seb vettel to defend their honour in the media?#maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #getting back on the posting horse please clap #divorce era one of the most interesting of the potential eras imo #future fic

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