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#'if I time it right the thunder breaks when I open my mouth'
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Almost cried in the car today constructing a mob animation to "neptune" by sleeping at last today ✌️
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i wanna love you but i don't know how, i don't know how.
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basilpaste · 10 months
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if i had the time or ability id host a map to the song neptune by sleeping at last about shadowsight. or maybe just the broken code arc in general.
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lovecolibri · 1 year
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SaL anon here bestie, still with little to no coherent thoughts since the onslaught since Monday has me screaming nonstop. I will say this though....WHOMST put THAT scene to fucking NEPTUNE lyrics?? Seriously?? True fact, I very much considered that this week as a song this week (how could you not, it's a damn freak lightening storm and Eddie's having a meltdown, it's perfect) but said "no, it's too much". And I was right, i think I died a little. Anyway, more incoherent ramblings later!!
Yeah, that gifset was TOO MUCH! 😭😭😭😭 I'm still reeling and I'm determined to get through some of my other asks but I'm here with excitement, and bitchy comments and lyric feels about both OG and LS whenever the brain bees calm down enough for us to form coherent thoughts. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go listen to Neptune on repeat while I sob into my Mike's Hard Mango soda.
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2am ☽༓・*˚⁺
bf!beomgyu x fem!reader
warnings: smut, reader is super horny n desperate for beomgyu at 2am, make out, oral f!recieving, face sitting, use of vibrator, safe(ish) sex, praise kink? cum eating, they are super messy lol.
wc: 4k
♫ title track: 2am - che ecru
・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ ・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚
thunder rumbles overhead and you're still restless under the sheets, thinking about the way beomgyu looked in his tight jeans today; the way his bulge naturally poked out a little too much to go unnoticed by you. you just wanted to palm him through his jeans, see that fucked out half-open smile when he's falling apart under your touch.
you replayed scenarios in your head, imagining all of the dirty things you would've done to him when you two sat on the couch earlier playing charades instead of fucking, which you so needed right now. nonetheless, you still had tons of fun with him earlier, you were just horny as hell right now lol.
you rubbed your thighs together at the dirty thoughts replaying in your mind as beomgyu lay "sound asleep" next to you, not knowing that his eyes had fluttered open moments ago from your sudden squirming. he had fallen asleep a while ago, lulled by your warmth and the whir of soft thunder and rain at your window, but here you were wide awake.
he turned around from being little spoon, suddenly facing you with slightly tired eyes, lips puffy from sleep, heavy head propped on his sandwiched hands. you just wanted to crash your lips to his, press your body so tightly to his and tangle all of your limbs together. but you feared maybe he wasn't in the mood and you didn't want to wake him any further.
but oh hell, did beomgyu know that horny look on your face; the way your eyes slightly narrowed with unholy thoughts behind them, subtle flush on your cheeks, body warm and threatening to break out in a sweat.
if it wasn't for your squirming, beomgyu would probably still wake up because of how hot your body temperature was, practically screaming out for some sexual attention.
oh yes, he noticed all of these things about your current state but he remained innocent, acting like he had but a clue in the world to what you were experiencing. just staring at you with tired puppy eyes barely visible in the warm glow of your night light.
"what's wrong baby?" he cooed in his deep, sleepy voice, not intending to turn you on the amount that it did. your legs were shut so tight, slick wetness beginning to seep past your panties and onto your thighs. oh was beomgyu in for a wet surprise.
"i-" you struggled to find the right words to say without saying what you really wanted to say; fuck me right now beomgyu, i need you inside me at this instant!
instead you searched his eyes with a half open mouth, the words caught in your throat and having to clear it a couple times. noticing your struggle to admit your horniness, beomgyu began trailing his fingers up your thigh, feather soft, making it even harder to speak out.
"it's okay baby, just say it. say whatever you want to say," his pinky finger began lightly prodding at your hot and throbbing clit through the wet fabric, stifling a moan as he ever so slowly slipped his pinky past the elastic of your underwear.
"you looked so good today beomgyu. so fucking- hah," you were halted when he pressed his pinky to your absolutely drenched core, circling around your entrance without any added pressure.
"continue on my love, i'm interested," he was beginning to tease you, slowly inserting the tip of his pinky into you as you tried to form coherent sentences, already fucked out by his pinky. barely his pinky.
"i've just...been thinking about being stuffed with your cock all night and i thought i could make it through the night but i can't- i just can't gyu," you moaned out his name at the end, as he had slipped a hand under your (really his) baggy shirt and began circling your nipple with his cold fingertip until it was perky, pelting your entire body with chills.
"you need me to stuff you full of my cock? you could've just said that earlier baby," his deep voice trickled into your ear as he pressed a light kiss to your jaw in the dark, his entire hand already drenched by your juices as he hadn't even done much down there except prod at your clit and slightly finger you with one pinky. you nodded furiously.
"i can do that. i can do double that," he kissed your jaw again, reaching over you and into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the pink vibrator you both kept there to use during frisky times like these.
he sensed just how badly you needed to be fucked, practically wetting the bed with your arousal and exuding feverish amounts of body heat with how horny you were. he'd be sure to give you the night you needed. give you everything he had in him; even bringing in the help of a toy, turning you on so much you nearly felt dizzy. beomgyu to the rescue!
and so he started out slow, leaning on his elbow next to you as he peeled back the sheets over your bottom half, rubbing the vibrator that had yet to be turned on over your underwear, making you whine out.
but you enjoyed the anticipation, moaning against his lips as you passionately made out. desperately tugging on the fabric of his plain black shirt. he got the memo and slid it off, running your hands down his warm, delicious skin, desiring to press your soon to be naked body to his so badly.
the pace of your make out was quickened as you sat up and he followed, pulling your night shirt off and abandoning it to the side, savoring your hot skin with his hands as he smoothed them over your chest, back, and waist.
you held his face as you kissed him, becoming rougher as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sucking at his plump lips. fuck- he was so delicious you just couldn't think straight, head buzzing with euphoria as you pressed your bare chest to his and felt the warmth seep from his skin, nipples perky against him.
you sat onto your knees with your ass in the air to help him slide your panties off, not noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the wet fabric in the dark, but then you immediately felt the cold air hit your wet thighs, making you aware of just how drenched you were.
"how are you this fucking wet? i love it," he nearly moaned against your neck as you leaned over him, collecting some of your juices with two fingers and placing them into his mouth, quickly crashing his lips back onto yours with sloppy tongue so that you could taste yourself on his lips.
"don't you taste so good?" he pulled away, gazing up at you starry eyed as you bit your lip and smiled, seeing his white teeth slightly peek through his lips in the dim light.
you were on all fours leaning over him, ass still in the air and he took advantage of this by sitting up on his knees, hand firm on your back to keep you in this position.
he turned the vibrator on but took his time nearing it to where you needed it most, watching you writhe as he placed it onto your leg, ass cheek, everywhere BUT your soaked and neglected pussy. you were on the brink of frustration, moaning and clenching around nothing desperately to notify beomgyu of how needy you were.
he was enjoying this; lip between his teeth, conscious of the throb in his dick as it lay flush against his stomach under his plaid pajama pants. he also couldn't wait to fuck you, but he wanted to treat you to as many orgasms as he could before it was his turn to stuff you with his cock as he had promised.
finally, the vibrator reached your clit as he held it between your legs from behind, your back arching as you let out a loud moan, head thrown back and hair messy over your face. it felt so good, especially the feeling of beomgyu's attentive eyes on you, controlling the speed and placement of the toy against your desperate clit.
wetness dribbled down your thigh, serving as beomgyu's cue to lick it up and savor more of your taste because he loved it, situating himself behind you and starting to lick up your thighs. you grew louder as he began to eat you out from the back, still holding the vibrator to your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, cursing at the sheer pleasure.
he too began to moan at how hot this was; you on all fours, ass in his face as he ate you out while double stimulating you, now triple stimulating you as his moans also vibrated against your entrance and had you nearly screaming.
you cried out incoherent sentences as he sucked the juices from your entrance, eyes rolling back as you were so close to snapping. you yelped when he turned the vibrator speed up a notch higher, right up against your swollen clit as you came hard, clenching around nothing but his tongue that was there to catch your juices as you rode it through your waves of pleasure.
so not to overstimulate you, he pulled the vibrator away from your wet folds and over to your nipples, perking up at the vibration over them.
you hung your head, nearly falling over from the instant fatigue after coming so hard. but he kept you there with a firm hand on your hip, kissing and licking your skin like it was an ice cream; tongue trailing all around your thighs, ass, and back, licking a long stripe to your ear as he gently nibbled on it and sent chills darting up your spine in small waves.
he rolled the vibrator off to the side, quickly sliding himself under you and helping you to straddle him, to which you immediately began messily undoing the strings of his pajama pants.
he lifted his hips and slid his fuzzy pants down along with his boxers, stained heavily with precum as he had grown painfully hard at the sight and sounds of you so needy for him.
the two of you were beautifully bare now, and you lowered your hips down to his, sitting on the underside of his warm, throbbing and rock hard dick, causing both of you to breathlessly moan out when you began to grind on it, whimpering when the rim of his tip perfectly massaged your aching clit.
slick sounds filled the room and you picked up the pace with the guidance of his firm grasp on your hips, already feeling the urge to come again just by the sensation of his warm cock sliding through your puffy folds perfectly.
"wait baby," he slowed your back and forth movements on his dick and looked up at you with his beautiful brown, doe eyes; both love and lust shining in their depths.
"come on my face?" he tilted his head slightly and you could just melt on sight. he was just too perfect and cute for this world, asking you for something so nasty, but sounding like the best idea in the world.
you smirked and leaned down to kiss him, his soft hand coming up to cup your cheek, tongue entering your mouth as it quickly got heated and his dick was prodding at your entrance. as badly as you just wanted to slide him inside of you, he made you wait for it which made it even better, like the cherry on top of all the foreplay.
using his hands to guide your hips, he groped at the plush of your ass, tracing little soothing circles over the red skin after squeezing it so hard. you crawled on your knees to position yourself over his pretty face, knees sinking into the pillows on either side of his dark head of hair.
he looked up at you like you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen, using his thumbs to spread your wet folds open as he licked his lips at the delicious sight, a low rumble in his throat as he groaned, hungry for you.
sitting down on his face with the guidance of his hands on your hips, he began to go at it; licking and sucking and slurping and making out with your lower lips, throwing your head back with a loud moan with how fantastic he was. sliding his fingers up and down your waist, pinching at your nipples to add to the pleasure.
while he was busy eating you out like you were the best meal he's ever had, you reached over to grab the vibrator, turning it on the lowest setting and reaching behind you to run it up the length of his cock, leaving it on his tip and he moaned into your folds.
he wasn't expecting to be teased back but to say he enjoyed it was an understatement. he fucking loved the sensation against his throbbing head mixed with your taste all over his mouth. and you loved it too, tongue stuffed so deep into you that you could feel his moans vibrate into you, lightly grinding your hips against his tongue to fuck yourself with it.
it wasn't long before you were completely riding his face, both fucked out of your minds as he mumbled incoherent words against your slick folds, lapping and flicking his tongue across your clit messily as he held it firm for you to use like a toy, so so close to unraveling all over him.
"how are you so fucking good beomgyu?" you moaned out, and you were sure the neighbors would probably know his name by now. the sound of you moaning his name like that, praising him and all, had him thrusting his hips up and into the vibrations on his tip, on the verge of exploding all over his own tummy.
all he could do was moan out, looking up at you with pleasure filled eyes, furrowed eyebrows as you rode his face, fingers interlaced with yours and palming your ass together as you felt your core reach its all time high, tightening around his tongue stuffed deep into you, coming all over his face as he sucked and lapped up your juices; the sounds of your lewd moans and whimpers having him drizzling warm cum all over and making a mess of his tummy and spilling over onto the sheets.
catching your breath and crawling in front of his thighs, you used your fingers to scoop up his cum, sucking your fingers clean of the slightly salty liquid, leaving him infatuated; eyes glued to you as he propped himself up on his elbows.
you licked his lower abdomen up completely, cum decorating your lips as you ran your tongue around to savor every last drop, his heart pounding at how hot you looked doing so. his body was about as hot as yours now, jaw slack as he stared at you in awe as you sucked your finger suggestively, intense eyes on his.
"you're so hot." he breathlessly mumbled, wetting his lips with the dart of his tongue over his open mouth, sweat beading at his forehead and daring to drip down onto his flushed, glimmering face. what a beautiful sight it was from your angle.
"says you," you still had your wits about you even after being drunk off of him, both looking at each other fucked out as ever.
he couldn't contain the sudden urge to manhandle you, suddenly sitting up and crashing his lips to yours as he secured an arm around your waist and hips, quickly flipping you over onto the bed so that you lay under him, pinning your hands down and above your head and interlacing them with his.
butterflies darted down your spine and into your stomach at his sudden assertion of dominance, melting against his warm body; willing to do anything and everything for this boy.
his sweet scent wafted into your nose and you felt right at home; arching your back up and into him to be as physically close to him as humanly possible.
"you wanna be stuffed with my cock hm?" he nudged your jaw with his nose and you could feel his smirk on your skin; moving your head aside to give him the access of your neck, blowing cool air into your ear and shivering as it traveled down your steaming skin. he just knew all the right things to do to have you so overcome with such hot arousal.
and holy shit, the way his voice turned you on was a whole other story; whimpering and squirming under his body and wrapping your arms and legs all around him. it simply melted you like honey, seeping into your brain and had blood rushing directly to your clit. so breathy and deep and amazing. and hearing his moans in your ear? you just couldn't wait to hear him moaning all loud like he always does when he's fucking you good.
"please gyu," you nodded, hair staticky against the pillow as your locks fanned out all over it. leaning down, he took your cute tits into his mouth, drunk on the way he swirled his tongue around each bud, subtly rutting his hips against yours; cock flush against your folds and threatening to slip inside at any moment.
he tapped his tip against your clit, releasing a mewl from your lips. you really thought he was going to fuck you in this position, but you thought wrong. suddenly, he picked you up and flipped you over again so that you lay on your stomach, hand firm on your lower back to keep you there.
he watched you for a moment from his vantage point, the way your pretty side profile was visible as you lay your head on the pillow, attractive back that just called his chest to lay flush to it, cute ass in full display as you slightly wiggled it in anticipation.
he palmed your plush cheeks with both of his warm hands, kneading the skin deliciously and sliding them up your back. pressing them by your sides as he lowered himself down, warm chest pressed to your back, lips right next to your ear now as his warm breath spilled into the shell.
he hooks your left leg so that the back of your knee is held with his the bend of his elbow, chin resting on your shoulder with gentle kisses to your skin. the moment you've been waiting for arrives; he takes his cock and circles the tip around your slippery entrance before sliding it into you so slowly, stretching you out deliciously.
you moan loudly into the pillow, ass pressing into his stomach as he's all the way in, so deep inside of you that you can feel the weight of his balls on your clit, walls clenching him so tightly; causing him to twitch and whimper into your ear. you bury your hot face into the cold pillow, heart racing at the sound of his sexy moans and whimpers melting into your brain.
he thrusts are deep and slow until he starts slightly picking up his pace into a rhythmic pattern, rolling his hips against the plush of your butt as the subtle sound of slapping skin and both of your moans fill the room in harmony.
"this what you needed baby?" he coos against your ear out of breath, voice sweet and fanning across your skin.
"yes beomgyu oh- fuck yes," you moan out repeatedly, so dumb on his cock that you could hardly form a coherent sentence. he has an idea that will get you even more fucked out, reaching over to grab the vibrator, placing it against your swollen clit, leg still hooked in his arm and lifted at the perfect angle.
your legs begin to shake as he simultaneously ruts his perfect dick into you, hitting your g-spot as he also satisfies your clit with the delicious buzz. you can't stop moaning his name; wanting to moan his name indefinitely because of how it rolls off your tongue just perfectly.
his brown hair is messy over his sweaty forehead as you turn to look at him; his mouth half open, lips glossy and half lidded eyes, absolutely pussy drunk.
he looks so fucking hot, so perfect and sexy that you don't think twice before pulling his neck to you with your free hand, sucking his lips into a hot make out, strings of saliva connecting you when you come up for a breath.
it's not long before sweat is dripping down his neck and down onto your back, slapping sounds against your ass and high-pitched moans loud enough to be heard well outside of the room.
he turns the vibrator up one more notch, eyes rolling back in your head as you feel overtaken with everything he's giving you, his moans growing louder as he can feel the vibrations through your walls and onto his cock.
"your pussy's so perfect baby. you're so perfect and you're all mine hah-," he deeply chuckles into your neck, sucking marks onto the skin, biting your shoulder gently but sure to leave a mark when he realizes just how close he is.
cursing against your back he holds your hip in place, judging by how loud and shaky you're growing, you'll come at any moment as well. his grip on you is sure to leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips, marking you his.
nothing but i'm so close with spews of filthy words and each other's names exiting one another's mouths fill the room. his tip kissing the deepest part of you with every single thrust.
"cum all over me gyu, decorate me in your cum," you moan out as you feel him violently twitch inside you, that being the last straw before you're gripping the sheets so hard you could rip them, vigorously fluttering and clenching around his cock as you orgasm, entire body shaking.
"yeah? i can do that, watch me." he moans out of breath as he turns your chin to watch him; giving you two final thrusts before he pulls out, releasing so much cum all over your ass and back, its warmth inviting chills to the surface of your skin.
his head is thrown back, mouth open and adam's apple bobbing up and down as he moans your name mixed with profanities and other incoherent words. a sheen of sweat covers his entire body that's on full display for you, stomach tensing as he finishes releasing onto you. your insides continue to flutter, cheeks flushed from both sweat and because of how sexy he is, simply not able to take it anymore.
you collapse onto the bed and he follows right on top of you, making a mess of his own seed on himself, smearing between your back and his chest, not giving a shit about it with how fucked out you both were.
you thought you might be done, but you were only getting started.
it's three hours later and the two of you have been fucking all night, going as many more rounds as you could both muster. him on top of you, you on top of him, sideways, legs over his shoulders and nearly behind your head, legs pressed to your chest, hands above your head, hands tangled in his hair.
soft, hard, intimate, catching one another's moans in your mouths, lips puffy and red by now with nonstop making out.
and by the time you collapsed on top of him with your nth orgasm, the birds were chirping outside as the sun slowly began peeking it's bright eye through the blinds, casting warmth onto your skin and onto the now disheveled and sticky sheets.
panting and absolutely out of it, a few final i love you's were all you could physically say before you were fast asleep, sprawled out on top of him as he lay with his eyes nearly closed, tucking your hair away before placing a gentle kiss to your damp forehead.
you knew you could always count on your gyu to satisfy your horniness; on top of all the other ways in which he satisfied you. you were smiling in your sleep as the sun bathed you, his eyes soon fluttering shut.
let's hope you can walk tomorrow... was all he whispered into the damp air with a soft chuckle before falling asleep, chin resting on the crown of your head <3
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a/n: if you made it this far, tysm for reading! i got this idea so late at night like... late-night gyu hours omg. nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed! :))
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norrisleclercf1 · 18 days
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Charlos request !!! Basically anything to do with Carlos not renewing with Ferrari
Maybe when the news came out or few moments of it coming up. I imagine Carlos being down about it before but then just being a little shit like the video with Charles where he’ll bring it up and make reader and Charles sad while just giggling himself
A/N: Okay I know you wanted fluff and you're going to get it, but first angst because Charles knowing this was happening before Carlos, *chef's kisses*
The plate slips out of your hands, when the sound of the door slamming vibrates everything in the household. Immediately, Charles is rushing out of his Sims room and looking at you with wide eyes. "Baby, what happened," You go to open your mouth but thundering feet pulls both your attention away from the glass around you.
"Is it true?" Carlos voice travels, you couldn't see him, but from the way that Charles's eyes grew you could only imagine what Carlos looked like now. Coming into view you want to step back, the anger was palpable, thick, and even made your throat tighten. You step back, but wince feeling the small shard of glass digging into the sole of your foot.
"Carlos,-" "Is it, fucking true?" Carlos gets right into Charles's face who doesn't back down, but you see the way his eyes are swimming with regret and heartbreak. "SPEAK! Goddammit you're Ferrari's golden boy, the chosen one, the Il Predestinato." Carlos roars, and your frozen.
You've seen the boys angry, but this was beyond anger, this was the form of wrath you've never seen. "Let's not do this now, Y/n dropped a plate and has glas-" "I don't give a fuck, answer me, goddamit, if you love me, even just a little bit, you'd tell me right now," Carlos's voice breaks off, his chest shaking, and throat bobbing like he's fighting to breath. "Carlos," Charles reaches out, Carlos stumbling back like he's been shot and closes his eyes.
Fists tighten, Charles braces himself, he honestly deserves it. "You knew and didn't tell me. You knew, and here I thought winning Singapore, the only non-Red Bull driver to win, would be enough. Why wasn't it enough?" Carlos chokes out, eyes shining with tears. "Why wasn't I good enough?" Charles doesn't answer, he doesn't know what to say.
"What's happening?" You ask, the boys eyes turn to you seeing your shocked and slightly scared expression. "Lewis is taking my seat next year, Charles knew. Since Canada." Your mouth slowly falls open as you stare at Charles with utter heartbreak. "Charles, what?" He drops his head in shame and looks away.
"I wanted to say something, but I couldn't." "Bullshit, you told Pierre." Charles physically flinches, giving away that he did in fact tell his best friend but not his partner. "You should've told me, and now I might not have a seat. The team now has to put out some bullshit excuse like I knew or something. You know what, 'm packing a packing a bag." Carlos scuffs and you move forward not caring about the glass.
Carlos is halfway up the stairs as you step and trip over yourself. "Carlos, no, ow, please don't." You cry. "Y/n," Charles moves and wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up and on a counter. "How could you Charles, does Ferrari really mean that much to you that you hide this from Carlos, from us?" Charles says nothing as Carlos jogs down the stairs.
"I'll be at Lando's for a while," You try to move but Charles stops you as the door slams closed.
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Carlos and Charles were strained at best, you tried to get Carlos to come home, but he needed time to think things through and if Charles even really cared about Carlos. Sitting in the van on the way to the Bahrain track, you watch as the camera is turned on and they start filming the teammates.
You noticed Carlos was holding a little chili, with not a clue where he got it from he notices the camera blinking and chuckles. "Hey, I got something for you," Charles sighs and looks straight into the camera, "Tell me Carlos," Carlos chuckles and hands out the chili pepper. "I want to give this to you," Charles still looks dead into the camera, a tired expression on his face from the lack of sleep.
"From my fan, to me, for you." Carlos gets this slight smirk, and you watch the two hoping this was a symbolics an olive branch. "So you remember me for the rest of your life." Charles smiles gently and holds the chili pepper to his face. His eyes cut to you a small smile on his face. "A chiliiiiii." "For our post-teammate era." You hear Carlos start to laugh as Charles spins the chili around.
It took him a second to register what Carlos says and turns hurt in his eyes and looks ready to cry and even you move uncomfortably in your chair. "Come on, we're only starting the season." The two of them laugh but you can tell the hurt in both their laughs, "Getting emotional already?" Carlos teases, and you sigh knowing Carlos was teasing him.
What you hated was you couldn't tell if it was for the camera or because he was slowly forgiving Charles.
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Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader
Summary: Reader and Mason have a big fight because of their own day-to-day problems. But quickly they realise they can't live without one another.
Word count: 3684
Author’s note: English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes.
If you ever go to pieces Fall between thе thunder clouds I will put you back together, I won't let you down
It was rare to happen. You could count the times you fought with Mason with only one hand and didn't need the five fingers to do it.
It was the stress from both parties, but both of you were stubborn to apologize first. He was stressed about the fact that he wasn't playing like he used to and the fact that he was not part of the England squad only made things worse. Your workload increased significantly when one of your colleagues quit, and your boss decided not to hire anyone new, but to give you all their work instead.
The argument between you and Mason had been brewing for a while, but you both tried to ignore it and carry on with your day-to-day lives. However, as the tension built up, it eventually reached a boiling point. You can't quite recall how it all started, but you vividly remember the moment when both of your tempers reached their peak, and everything exploded. Eventually, unable to take it anymore, you stormed out of the house, leaving Mason behind.
"Can I stay here tonight?" You asked your best friend when she opened her apartment door. You were feeling super cold, forgetting to take your coat when you slammed the door of the house you shared with Mason.
"What-- of course you can. You don't need to ask." She quickly pulled you inside. She wrapped her arms around you, feeling the dampness of your sweater. It was clear that you had been crying, but she didn't ask any questions.
You collapsed onto the sofa, and she handed you her warmest blanket. You stared at the TV, which was playing a random movie, and a tear streamed down your face.
Eva left you alone for a moment, but returned with a hot chocolate and your favorite cookies. She placed them down on the coffee table and you sat up, wrapped up in the grey blanket. "Mason and I had a fight."
"Ryan left his baseball bat in my car." You laughed at her words. "I can break his legs."
"Don't say that, you stupid." She handed you the hot mug and you took a sip.
"Was it serious?"
"We said some hurtful things to each other, yes." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I told him I wish I had never met him." Your best friend opened her mouth in surprise. "He told me he wished he had never asked me to be his girlfriend. And more things like that."
"I can't believe him! I told him I would kill him if he hurt you."
"Guess we're both going to die then. You're murdering him and his friends will murder me."
She grabbed the cookies and made you eat one when you told her you weren't hungry.
"Did you break up?" It was the million-one dollar question. Did you?
"I don't know! I don't think so. At least I didn't break up with him. I love him too much to do that." You looked at the ceiling and cleaned the tears that were starting to fall again. "I just need some space from him right now."
She sat down next to you and you placed your head on her lap. "You can stay here as long as you want."
"What about Ryan?"
"What about him? He loves you just as much as I do. You don't need to worry about him. It's going to be okay."
After hours had passed and you still hadn't returned, Mason began to feel anxious. Though he was still upset with you - and with himself - he didn't want anything bad to happen to you. He grabbed his phone, intending to call you, but he didn't know what to say. Instead, he decided to text your best friend.
Mason: Hey Eva, have you talked with Y/a these past few hours?
Eva: She's staying with me. Good night Mason."
The answer was cold and he knew she wasn't happy with him. He had hurt her best friend.
He knew she was safe, so he turned off the TV and went to bed alone. However, he found it challenging to fall asleep in the large, empty bed. It smelled of your perfume, and he couldn't seem to get warm even with multiple layers on top.
After a minute or two, he sat up, grabbed his phone from the nightstand and texted you. He just needed to be sure.
Mason: Please, just tell me we didn't break up. This can't be our last conversation.
He let out a sigh and fell back on the bed. Two minutes later you answered him.
Y/a: No, we didn't break up! But I think we need some time apart from each other. Good night Mason.
Three weeks had gone by and you and Mason were still not talking. You were staying with Eva and Ryan, and the only time you went back to the house was to get some clothes when you knew Mason wouldn't be there.
Mason was putting all his effort into football but you were always on his mind. You were the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night.
It was the worst fight you ever had and the longest time you had been without speaking with each other and both of you were miserable but too stubborn to apologize first.
After a successful practice, Mason drove away. Without realizing it, 15 minutes later he parked in front of your workplace. He thought that perhaps if he saw you, he would take the courage to finally apologize for all the horrible things he had said to you. However, when he noticed that all your coworkers had left and you didn't, he started to worry.
He got out of the car when he saw one of your coworkers leaving the building, looking for something in her bag.
"Beatrix?" The woman looked back and smiled at him.
"Mason! So good to see you." They hugged. "What are you doing here?"
"I was waiting for Y/a! Is she still inside?" She looked at him confused. "What?"
"I mean-- don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"Y/a doesn't work with us anymore." Mason couldn't believe what he was hearing. "She quit three days ago."
It was still early in the morning, the sky was clean and the sun was shining. Living in Manchester, you didn't know how long the weather was going to stay like that, so with the free time you had since you decided to quit your job, you decided to run around the park.
You were listening to your new favourite song when a call interrupted it. You stopped and saw Mason's sister's name on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Wow, you okay? You sound tired." You laughed and sat down on the empty old bench.
"I decided to get back at running. I had the time so I thought why not."
"Weren't you supposed to be working?"
"Uhh… I quit." Jaz sounded surprised on the other end of the phone. "It was just messing with my head. It became too much so I quit."
"I'm sorry Y/a. Mason didn't meantion anthing." Because he doesn't know. You were talking about how life was going until she reminded you, "So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at the house?"
You took a minute to understand. "What?"
"The game, remember? We're driving up to watch the game and spend the weekend."
You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversation with Jaz, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about the fight and that left you wondering what he would say to them when they arrived and realized that you weren't talking. Maybe that was a sign to finally step forward and talk to him. Apologize.
Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that his family was coming over. He hadn't told them about the fight and he didn't know what he would say when someone asked about you. But when his sister sent him a photo of you holding his niece in a warm and lovely hug before the game, he felt his heart melting and a lot of tension leaving his body. Along with the photo, his sister made sure to let him know that she was aware of the fight.
Jaz: Just wanted to give you a heads-up, she's here and she's got your name on her T-shirt, although is not visible. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you.
The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for United. It was the first time he felt like his old self again and he wanted to believe it was all because of you. He always played at his best when he knew you were in the stadium.
As soon as he stepped into the VIP box, he scanned the room for you, but his niece caught him off guard.
"Uncle Mase!" She ran toward him and Mason picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.
"My favourite person! Hello, bug." His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in two weeks, but you looked skinnier. But you looked as beautiful as always.
You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was to go back to how things used to be. You haven't slept well in two weeks and Mason looked exactly the same.
It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you and Mason together, as she had grown up seeing the two of you together, so it was no surprise that when he placed her down, she grabbed Mason's hand and pulled him toward you.
"Look! We are wearing the same clothes." She sounded excited, showing her uncle the matching United t-shirts. "To support you."
"I can see that, bug. I played well, thanks to both of you." He kissed her head and looked at you. "So, thank you!"
"Summer, let's meet the other players! There are some we haven't met yet. Come on." The little girl ran toward her mother and they all left you and Mason alone, making the room suddenly feel smaller "We'll wait downstairs." She said, closing the door behind her.
"Hi!" His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something. "How have you been?"
It felt like it was the first time you were talking to each other all over again.
"I'm good. What about you? Good game! Congratulations"
"Thanks. I'm good. We needed this win." He scratched the back of his neck and looked around. One thing was for sure, he hadn't missed those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"I'm not going to stop supporting you just because we're on a break."
He felt his heart stop but at the same time, it melted for the fact that you still cared. "So is that what we are doing? We're on a break?"
He looked at you, but you looked away. You were always shy when it came to eye contact, and Mason's eyes were one of your weaknesses. "I-- After what we said to each other, I think we needed it."
"I didn't mean anything of that." He quickly said. "I hope you know that."
"I know and I didn't mean it either, but we both have problems that we need to learn how to leave outside the house."
"I heard you quit your job."
You looked at him surprised. "How do you know that?"
"I was waiting for you one of these days and Beatrix told me." He took a step closer. "I'm sorry that I didn't realise you were suffering so much in that workplace. I was so focused on football, that I forgot to actually pay attention to what is important. You!" Your heart started beating faster. Mason was always good with words. He always knew what to say to make you fall in love a little more every day. "I miss you." He said, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're the most important person in my life and living without you has been the worst thing ever."
"Is not your fault. You have your problems too and I didn't pay attention to them either. We're both at fault." You both looked at each other.
He still had his hand on the strand of hair he had tucked behind your ear while he gazed at your lips. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to wrap your arms around his neck, pull him close and kiss him passionately.
"We s-- we should go down." You said, clearing your throat. "Your family is waiting."
You took a step back to walk toward the door, but Mason quickly and gently grabbed your wrist. "Will you come home with us?"
"Mase..."
"Please! If at the end of the night, you still want to go to Eva's, I'll drive you there. But please, just come home today." He didn't need to beg, but he continued. "Summer would love to spend time with you. I want to spend time with you."
"Okay. I'll go." He smiled.
You were at home, in yours and Mason's house, feeling happy once again. You were sitting on the floor, helping Summer with a puzzle, after Mason's mom expelled you from the kitchen. Meanwhile, Mason and his sister sat down on the couch to watch a random movie their brother had put on.
"She's so good with her!" His sister said.
"Yes, she is." He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his niece had said. "I think I fucked up."
"If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here."
"We said some really bad things to each other."
"But neither of you meant it. And she knows that." She put her hand over his shoulder. "She loves you very much, everyone can see that. And you love her. You just need to show her that."
"Yes. I can't lose her."
"You won't."
After dinner, and some embarrassing stories from his parents, Mason picked a festive Christmas movie and made some popcorn, which his niece and brother ate the most.
You were lying on the big coach next to Mason, who had his feet on the coffee table, with Summer lying against you, when you felt your eyes getting heavier. You hadn't been sleeping well and now that you were comfortable with Mason and his family, the sleep was taking over you.
Mason had his hoodie on when he felt his brother hit his head. "Ouch! What the hell?" He looked at his brother and saw him pointing at you. Next to him, he saw you sleeping, cuddling his niece against your chest, while the little girl watched the movie attentively.
"The movie is finishing. Why don't you take her to bed?" His mom said and just like that, the movie credits rolled up, making Summer move in your arms.
You opened your eyes and saw everybody stand up. You had fallen asleep.
"You should go to bed." Mason said when you sat up. When he saw your expression, he added, "I'll sleep on the couch, don't worry."
But you weren't worried about that. Actually, you wanted to sleep next to him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and have his warm arms around you. So when his niece jumped on his arms and asked him the question, you had to control yourself not to smile.
"Can I sleep in your bed with you and Auntie Y/a?" Everybody in the room tried not to laugh, while Mason became red in embarrassment and nervousness.
"I-- I'm not-- why don't you..."
"Of course you can sweetie!" You said, surprising Mason. The little girl jumped from his lap in happiness.
Jaz kissed her forehead. "Be a good girl and don't keep them up, okay?" She nodded and hugged her father's leg.
Saying goodnight to everyone, Mason carried the little girl as you three went upstairs to the bedroom.
It was clean and tidy just like the day you had left.
You grabbed one of your pyjamas and went to the bathroom to change. You brush your teeth and change into your pyjamas, as you hear Mason's and Summer's laugh from the bedroom. You had missed that sound.
When you stepped out, Summer was already down the covers, lying comfortably in the middle of the bed. Mason grabbed his pyjama bottoms and entered the bathroom.
"Auntie Y/a, come to bed." She told you. You smiled and jumped on the bed, showering her with kisses and making her laugh. "No. Stop it."
"Why? I missed you." You tickled her and she jumped out of bed, running to Mason as he left the bathroom shirtless, in only his pyjama bottoms. I missed you too.
"Uncle Mase, help me! Auntie Y/a is tickling me."
"Oh is she?" He picked her up and as if you weren't in the room he said, "Guess we'll have to tickle her too."
When they smiled at you like the Grinch, you knew you were fucked. You hated tickles. "Don't!"
You were the first to wake up. You were always the first to wake up. Mason liked to sleep and since he didn't have practice, you were sure wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.
It didn't come as a surprise, that Summer was no longer in between you two. She would always leave in the middle of the night to go to her parent's bed. She was a sneaky one. And it was no surprise either that Mason's arm found his way around your waist, pulling you closer against him.
This had been the best night's sleep since you had left the house and when you turned around and saw Mason's relaxed face you could tell he felt the same way. You didn't even know what you were doing, but the next thing you knew, you were kissing the corner of his lips. He moved a little, but he didn't wake up. You let out a relief sign and carefully got out of his embrace and out of bed.
Mason woke up, feeling cold but very well-rested. But when he looked at your side and saw it empty his panic started to build. Have you left again?
He got out of bed and after putting on a warm old hoodie, he left the room. His parents and sister were having breakfast, but you weren't.
"Good morning, sweetie." His mom welcomed him.
He gave her a kiss on the head. "Good morning." He grabbed a mug for his coffee and stole a toast from his sister, which hit his arm. "Have you seen Y/a?" He asked, afraid of the answer.
"She went to the bakery down the road with Summer." He felt like the world had been lifted off his shoulders. "After we leave, make things right with her. She's the best woman you'll ever going to find." His dad said.
"I know. I know."
After lunch, Mason's family left, leaving the two of you alone. He sat down on the couch and you sat next to him. Not too close but also not too far.
Mason could smell your perfume and he felt the need to pull you closer. "I'm sorry." He finally said. "For everything I said. I was angry and I wanted to hurt you, but I didn't mean anything. Asking you to be my girlfriend was the best thing I've ever done. And asking you to move in with me… I can't live without you." He swallowed the lump in his throat, as you played with the rings in your hand. "I've been sleeping on the couch because I can't sleep in the bed without you. That's how bad I've got it."
So that's why the room was clean as the day you left, you thought to yourself.
You looked up and looked at him. He looked sad and you knew he was sorry, because so were you.
"I said worse things." You started. "I wish I could take them all back because I didn't mean it. I don't even want to know what my life would be like if I hadn't met you. I love you. You're the love of my life and I--" You got suddenly interrupted when Mason put his hand behind your neck and pulled you close, locking your lips with his.
The kiss was neddy and desperate but sweet and passionate at the same time. Your hand cupped his cheek while his was still in your neck. Kissing him was addictive and the world around seemed to stop. He was your safe place and without a doubt, you were his.
When you pulled apart in desperate need of air, you stared at each other. A little more in love.
"Let's fix this!" He whispered. His head leaned against yours. "I don't want to lose you."
"You're not going to lose me."
"I want to marry you, I want to have kids with you, I want to grow old with you." He said, making you blush. "Fuck... I want to wake up everyday with you by my side, kiss you day and night and make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Stop it, you know I hate those cliches."
Mason smiled. "You hate them because they're directed for you."
"Yeah... So stop it."
"But why should--" This time you kissed him, cupping his face and sitting on his lap. He always gets distracted when you sit on his lap.
"I love you, Mount!" You broke the kiss and hugged him, hiding your face in his neck.
He hugged you back, running his hand up and down your back. "I love you too. You're the love of my life."
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kquil · 11 months
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JAMES POTTER | 10:44 ⏤KISS CAM
SUM. : you end up on the kiss cam but not with james...
G. : modern au ; muggle au ; hockey player james au ; secretly dating au
LENGTH : 0.7k
NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED
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You’ve been in a secret relationship with the James Potter for quite a while now, well renowned ice hockey player. It was a chance meeting actually, a chance meeting that left quite a lasting impression on the both you, several chance meetings happened after that and you eventually found yourself falling in love and happily engaging in a private relationship.
It was a whirlwind, shockingly fast but blissfully pleasant all at once, your feet in the air and flying through the skies, endlessly on cloud nine. Now, it's already been half a year and you haven't missed a single one of his games. It's still taking you a little time to get used to understanding how the game works and its rules but James was quick to assure you that that wasn't important. 
"My favourite part of the game is being able to meet you when its over for a kiss well-done," you still remember his cheeky, boyish grin and the fluttering ache in your heart. All he has to do is flash you that charming smile and you were jelly.
He's such a loverboy, so tender and sweet, a true gentleman but also goofy and ridiculously charming in his own audacious way. His liberal manner of loving meant that you didn't go a day without hearing an 'I love you' or being pulled into a sudden hug or getting a playful kiss on the cheek. In return, you tried to calm his affections but always succumbed to him in the end - like voluntarily free-falling from a skyscraper and always knowing you would land on a thick cushion of fluffy clouds and secure parachutes. 
You've never been so content in your life; naturally your eyes never left James and him you. He loves your timid affections, subtle but sweeter than honey, first unnoticeable but with a slight squint he could almost turn blind from how radiantly you emit your love for him. He's never letting you go. If there is so much as an hint of you leaving him, he's giving his all into making sure you stay, he'll shout and scream and cry and fight, no matter what it takes.
He's impulsive and hot headed, cheeks burning an almost darling pink when irritation furrows his brows and sets flames ablaze behind his eyes. James's eyes right now, however, weren't just a sea of flames but a volcanic eruption. His usual glasses weren't in the way of his eyes, only the small strands of his sweat-drentched hair provided you with some shield to his wrath. You were shocked, in your six months being together, you've never seen him so infuriated but it was then that realised you situation - you were sharing the big screen with a random guy for the 'Kiss Cam'.
The teams were on a break so of course James had seen it and was now blowing smoke fumes out of his ears and nostrils, glaring through the glass and at the guy who was attempting to lean in for a kiss as he skates his way furiously towards you. If the glass wasn't in the way, you feared that James would have beat the man to death beside you. You mentally berate yourself for having realised the situation too late and scramble say that you didn't want to partake in any kiss. You were just about to open your mouth and stop the stranger when the love of your life angrily slams his headgear into the reinforced glass before you in warning. 
"Stay the fuck away from my girl dickhead!" James shouted in anger, his thundering voice keeping the glass shaking as the stranger beside you immediately backed away. Lost in the moment and finding his unusual overprotectiveness overly cute, you step up, kiss your hand and press it into the glass in front of his lips in a pseudo kiss. 
"Thanks James," you smile, staring lovingly into his eyes that have visible softened at the sight of your gorgeous face. 
"Kiss me twice later," you do nothing but nod and he's heading back to group with his teammates once more. You suppose your relationship isn't so private anymore. 
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A/N : thoughts, darlings? i know james is typically associated with rugby but i can see him as an ice hockey player too - please someone tell me that they think the same TT_TT
PART 2 | NAVI
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moonstruckme · 1 month
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hi!
can i request tasm!peter meeting reader after having to do long distance?
if not thats okay! love your writing:)
have a great day<3
Thanks lovely, hope you have a great day as well!
Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 683 words
You don’t just give out copies of the key to your apartment, so when the front door opens you think you’re about to be shot. 
Breath caught in your throat, you freeze in the hallway and say the first deterrent that comes to mind. “I’ve got a gun!” 
The laughter that responds is as familiar as it is cheeky. “No, you don’t,” Peter says. 
“Jesus.” Your heart starts again, and in that split second your feet are already moving. 
Peter opens his arms as you throw yourself at him, taking your weight happily. “Nope, just me,” he quips, his harsh grip at odds with the levity of his voice. 
“Still a bad joke.” Your own voice is thick with fondness. You press your face into his neck, getting your boyfriend as close as you can. “What are you doing here?” 
“I live here.” He gives your upper back an excited squeeze. “You miss me?” 
“Not even,” you mumble into his shoulder. You go ahead and wrap your legs around his waist, and Peter chuckles, starting to walk the both of you towards your couch. “You scared the shit out of me, you know.”
“Yeah, maybe not my best plan.” He collapses downward, and you fold yourself around him more completely, getting comfortable in his lap. You think you’ll just never leave, honestly. “I thought the surprise would be more fun than scary.” 
“I could’ve met you at the airport.” 
“May would’ve killed me.” He palms the back of your neck, lips finding your hairline. “She wanted to pick me up herself, but she’s letting you have me for dinner. I have to be back by ten.” 
You let out a petulant whine. “Why does she get to decide?” 
You adore Peter’s aunt and he knows it, but when you’re having to battle her for custody of your boyfriend all that love goes right out the window. 
“I know,” Peter commiserates. “You’d think after a semester of taking care of myself in another country, I’d be allowed to stay out until at least eleven.” 
You hum, vacating your spot in the juncture of his neck in favor of seeing his face. You pet down the cowlick at the crown of his head, and Peter catches your hand, kissing your palm. A warm thrumming starts up in your chest. It’s similar to the sensation you’d gotten during your evening calls while Peter was abroad (well, your evening, his late night), but more. Better. You’ve missed feeling it like this. 
“How was Hertfordshire?” you ask. 
Peter gives you a look like you’re being silly. “I told you already.” 
“It’s different in person.” 
He smiles, thinking. “Small. Grassy. Cute, but not much to swing off of.” There’d been no vigilante work while Peter did his research abroad. He talked like it was a welcome break, but you could tell he missed it. Something changes in his look, eyes going soft and flirty. “No pretty girls.” 
You bite back a smile. “Let’s not do the women of Hertfordshire a disservice,” you chide.
“Fine.” Peter rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “None of my pretty girl.” 
He lifts his chin and you oblige him, touching your lips to his. It’s a kiss months in the making, and it heats quicker than either of you are expecting. Your heart thunders and throbs to the point of aching. You shuffle closer in Peter’s lap and his hand presses into the small of your back, both of your breathing turning harsh and desperate. 
“Missed you,” he says into your mouth. 
“I missed you more.” 
“Wanna bet?” Peter lifts you off the couch, and his casual strength shouldn’t surprise you anymore but it does. You laugh, again wrapping your legs around his waist. 
“Shouldn’t we start to think about dinner?” you ask as he carries you towards your bedroom. 
He hums, reluctant. “What time is it?” 
You look to the side to check the clock on your microwave, and he kisses your cheekbone while you do. “Almost seven.” 
Peter hums against your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your nose. “We’ve got time.”
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seeds of beauty.
Inspired by @trashcanprince's 'Draco has moles' art, which completely rewired my brain. If I only write Draco with freckles and moles from now on, it's entirely that art's fault.
About 800 words of Harry kissing Draco's moles. That's it, that's the ficlet.
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Harry blames it on the detention.
Potions was never his favourite class, but brewing potions in Snape’s dungeon as part of a two-hour detention has got to be a particularly cruel kind of torture.
Harry’s so bored his eyes keep wandering over to Malfoy, who’s sitting at the same desk as Harry, his long, pale neck outstretched to peer inside the bubbling cauldron in front of him. He waves his wand every so often above the gently simmering liquid, a muttered incantation on his lips.
The swotty bastard is so focused on his task, he’s not paying any attention to Harry. 
Harry swallows a twinge of annoyance. He’s raking his brain for something to needle Malfoy about—this indifferent, concentrated silence won’t do—when his gaze snags on a spot just above the top of Malfoy’s shirt collar.
There’s a mole there. 
Not even a mole. A freckle. 
A tiny, golden spot on Malfoy’s otherwise unblemished skin.
Harry holds his breath. Counts one, two… five such moles, dotting the back of Malfoy’s neck. There’s another one hiding behind Malfoy’s ear, half-concealed by the hair Malfoy tucks absentmindedly.
Harry holds his breath. He only notices he’s inched closer to Malfoy when he’s practically leaning over Malfoy’s back.
“Do you mind?” hisses Malfoy with a pointy elbow in Harry’s ribs. Harry sucks in a breath.
Holding his side, he meets Malfoy’s eyes over his shoulder. 
“I,” he starts. He places a hand on Malfoy’s arm—gentle, the touch light but firm enough to feel the warmth of Malfoy’s skin through his shirt, the hard muscle. 
Malfoy swallows.
“Can I—?” says Harry, leaning into him. 
“Potter…” Malfoy’s voice is thin and strangled.
“Let me,” says Harry. He nuzzles into Malfoy’s neck and mouths at the freckle.
Malfoy holds very still under Harry’s parted lips. He lets out the tiniest of whimpers as Harry’s tongue darts out to lick. Harry hears the sound through the mad thundering of his pulse in his ears.
Malfoy leans his head to the right, exposing the long column of his throat.
Dimly, as though he’s dreaming, Harry marvels at Malfoy���s unexpected compliance. Malfoy should be hexing him in the balls, not exposing his neck to Harry’s ministrations. Yet somehow it all makes sense, and Malfoy is as pliant, as soft, as a kitten held by the scruff of its neck.
Harry breathes against Malfoy’s skin. His exhale ruffles the downy hair on Malfoy’s nape. Malfoy shivers, gooseflesh breaking across his skin. Harry searches for the next mole—finds it in the soft dip of Malfoy’s neck. He closes his lips around it. Malfoy’s skin is so soft… It smells like something warm, clean, something that makes Harry’s insides feel swirling and tender. 
Harry’s never let himself consciously consider how soft Malfoy’s skin could be. But now that he’s touching him, he knows. He knows just how much he’s considered it. He has considered it a lot, every time he caught Malfoy showering after a Quidditch match, every time he helplessly looked as Malfoy rolled his shirt sleeves to perform a spell in Charms, every time Harry watched Pansy stroke Malfoy’s hair out of his face. 
Malfoy reaches up with a sigh, pulls on the knot of his tie to loosen it. When he undoes the top buttons of his shirt, letting the collar fall open over his collarbones, Harry wraps his hand around Malfoy’s throat with a low whine. Slides his hand underneath Malfoy’s shirt. Touches a raised nipple. Malfoy is leaning back into him now, panting, and Harry pushes Malfoy’s hair aside, kisses the last mole, the one hiding behind Malfoy’s ear.
With a growl, Malfoy turns his head around and captures Harry’s lips in a kiss.
Harry’s hands grip the back of Malfoy’s neck, his shoulders; Malfoy’s fingers thread in Harry’s hair and pull, pressing his whole body into Harry’s, all the long, hard lines of him, and Harry reaches for the remaining buttons on Malfoy’s shirt—
“Potter.”
Harry jolts back with a sharp inhale. Reality rushes back in—the damp, dark dungeon, the acrid, chemical smell of potions, the slow ticking of the clock on Snape’s desk.
Malfoy is glaring at him, sitting ramrod straight two feet away. His tie is done in a perfect Windsor knot, tight against his throat. His hair is unruffled. 
His freckles unkissed.
Harry blinks.
“Merlin, what’s with the heavy breathing all of the sudden? It’s not enough that I’m stuck in detention with you, I can’t even brew my Dizziness Draught in peace.” Malfoy gives his head an irritated shake and turns back to his potion. “Bloody Gryffindors.”
Harry stares back at his cauldron, which now emits an ominous yellow smoke. Most definitely not a successful Dizziness Draught.
Merlin, what was that? Harry’s still catching his breath from the intensity of his daydream.
From the corner of his eye, he sees Malfoy run a hand over his nape. A slow flush is spreading over his pale skin.
His long fingers linger on the freckle behind his ear.
Thank you @sassy-cissa for pre-reading this even when you were tired and sick, and @nv-md for the beta and comments! <3
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Ours, huh. (Malleus Draconia x Reader)
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a/n: just an exercise after my long break. also, malleus was so adorable at the current event. where he came three hours early so he will not miss his first vacation outside briar valley
cw/tw: unedited, pure brainrot for malleus
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"I definitely heard that thunder loud and clear." Cater nervously laughed and looked outside the window of the mirror chamber.
It was true though. The once beautiful morning slowly turns dim as dark clouds with lightning crawl out and hide the sun.
"Wow! I've never seen Tsunotarou make that kind of expression before. Look! He's turning really scary." Grim grimaced and made sure to move closer to you as he watched Malleus' expression turn darker and scarier. The more you stare at his hulking stature, the louder the thunder outside.
Jamil was not at fault though for making Malleus angry. A royalty without an escort to a public event will surely be a problem. A national security level of problem. You're actually weirded out that Sebek wasn't here wreaking havoc because Malleus will go out alone. Lilia probably has him on a chokehold.
"Why was that? Draconia has been here for three hours. I think he was that excited to join you today." Crowley, just like how useless he was, emphasizes how much Malleus has been looking forward to this trip, more than doing his job as a professor and interfering with the problem at hand.
You watch Malleus' mood turning sour, as he hears the professor's words, and Jamil trying his best to make his point across when you hear Trey coughed behind you. You looked back at him and Trey nodded at where Malleus was standing. A frown was your only response, wondering what he meant. His only reply was an exasperated sigh when you did not understand him. He then opened his mouth to speak without sound, mouthing about Malleus again but you're far too slow to understand that too.
Done with the way you and Trey danced with each other, Cater held your shoulders, and forcefully made you look back again at Malleus. As you turn, a loud crack of thunder hits near the school that makes you flinch. It took you awhile to regain your composure but once you got yourself together, you almost choked in fear on how furious Malleus is looking right now.
If he was in his dragon form, he probably would have eaten and swallowed Jamil – whole.
Not giving you enough time, Cater pushed you towards Malleus and you tripped in front of him. Good thing his reflexes were fast and he was able to catch you on time. The air of anger and malice immediately vanished and his eyes softened as he looked at you.
Ah! They want me to take care of Malleus for them. These Heartslabyul friends of yours. You wonder if they were truly your friends or they were just using you when they needed your help. Tsk.
"Child of man, are you alright?" Tone soft and calm, he asked you. He even checked if you have any scratches from your accidental tripping.
"I am fine, Tsunotarou. Was it true that you waited for three hours here?" When Malleus blushed at your question, you also blushed in return.
"I did. I was afraid I would miss it so I woke up earlier than the agreed time."
Still a little excessive though. Was the thought inside your head but you know too well that Malleus' fear was valid. Somehow, even with his tall stature, people always miss him out or completely forget him. It always has been a mystery to you, especially when you never forget to invite him in everything you do. It wasn't that hard.
"You must be tired waking up that early. But I'm so glad you're coming with us today. Right, Jamil?" You looked at Jamil, who looked like any minute now he would pee in distress. So with your eyes, you silently begged him to just agree.
With no other choice, and with the incestent of Kalim, he agreed.
Glad that everything worked out, you intertwined your arms to Malleus' right arm.
"Let's enjoy our first vacation outside NRC, shall we?" You asked him with a broad smile and a tilt of your head.
He looks surprised at first with the gesture. His eyes wide and mouth agape. But when he got himself back, he gave you a sly grin.
"Ours, huh. Well, let's enjoy it together then." He gave you a smile and you did not fail to notice how the flowers seemed to bloom and the sun shone brighter outside before the mirror took you all to your destination.
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⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ a mid-day pick-me-up ⋆౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚。
Wriothesley gets distracted watching you talk during a break in his long work day ♡ he decides now is a better time than ever to…revitalize himself.
Wriothesley x reader II short drabble, established relationship, suggestive.
content warnings: PDAish (no one is around), french kithing, illuding to a suggestive aftermath ໒꒰ྀི ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ྀི১
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Wriothesley takes your delicate hand in his while you’re going on about something he couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to. He was too caught up in the sight of your pretty lips moving and the desire to feel your soft skin against him—any way, any where. It’s just been such a long work day, such a long time since he last had his favorite little pick-me-up. He thinks the way you lose your words is adorable, your flushed face and parted lips all from just a slow kiss to your hand making him chuckle; a familiar rumble that sends shivers up your spine. Now that you’ve stopped talking, he can bring his face to yours and connect with you—kissing you deeply in a way that was so inappropriate for him to be doing on the job; his hand firmly secured on the small of your back to keep you flush up against him, his tongue shocking you when he pushes his way into your mouth—making you jump. What makes it worse is, you’re not even in the safety of his office. He caught you in the hall. The empty hall, but the hall nonetheless. You’re so wary of propriety, he often chides you for forgetting this is his fortress. He can have whatever he wants, wherever he wants, and he wants you—his darling, easily flustered sweetheart.
After he’s had his fill, having indulged himself in you for a dangerously long amount of time, you pull away with that familiar pout, about to deal him your typical scolding about his lack of caution—though he beats you to it with his own retort.
“Meropide will thank you. Their duke needs to get through the day for things to run smoothly, right?”, he rhetorically asks, that amused lilt to his deep voice that tells you there’s no reasoning with him.
You can’t argue with that. Can’t argue with him. Not when he’s looking at you like you smell of sugar cookies and he’s in the mood for dessert. It makes your poor heart race like a hummingbird’s.
You place your hands on his chest when he leans in once again with a possessive hold on the back of your head, tangled ever so perfectly in your hair, tilting you to just the right angle…
“…at least take me to your office?”, you request, your lips a breath away from his.
“…you really want to be all alone in that office with me?”, he asks with that wolfish grin on his face—the one that never fails to make your knees weak; giving you a fair warning that doing so will scuttle all sense of decency he begrudgingly adheres to while out in the open with you…
…though he doesn’t give you the chance to take back your request; scooping you up without a moment of hesitation and carrying you bridal-style towards the confines of his office as you owlishly look up at him.
“Cute”, he thinks, admiring your blushing face and wide eyes; he was simply enamored with every little expression you make—you were just the most precious thing in the world. Your doe eyes never failed to bring a crimson heat to his cheeks, a feat no other could hope to accomplish when it came to the formidable Duke of Meropide. He leans down to press a kiss to your head, attempting to hide his crooked, endeared smile. Though he plays it cool, you have his heart thundering in his chest just like he does yours.
Good thing he’s cleared the hour in his schedule, he wouldn’t want his afternoon lunch to be cut short ♡
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Not me interrupting my ACTUAL afternoon lunch to scribble out this idea. Now I have to go to class hungry (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)
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thornsnvultures · 10 months
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18+ nsft breeding kink, plus size!fem!reader
teacher!steve finally getting off for summer break
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he's so excited to spend time with you, his pretty little wife.
or at least that's what he whispers in your ear when he sneaks up behind you that morning while you make breakfast. the eggs almost burn, you're too distracted from all the hot kisses he presses up and down your neck.
"got all summer to love on you. gonna take you to the beach, fuck, anywhere you can wear that new bikini. maybe around the house all summer."
you have to beat steve off of you with the spatula just so you can eat.
and you do spend a lot of time in that bikini. and a lot of time out of it. with steve's hands roaming your curves, every exposed inch that stayed hidden for those long winter months. not that you ever hid anything from him. but to see you laid bare for him at any time of day. it makes him a little crazy.
"steve, right there! fuck," you whine with your head thrown back. your fingers tug at his long, thick hair as his tongue delves deeper by the side of the backyard pool. steve pushes your legs up wider, higher, so he can bury his face in your cunt.
"that's it, baby. scream for me. let the neighbors know whose pussy this is."
two of his fingers scissor you open as he laps at your clit and you writhe on the tiled edge, giving in and screaming his name as you explode on his tongue.
"fuck, that's it, baby. c'mere," he pulls you up and into the pool with him, holding you in his arms as you sink down onto his cock. "not done with you yet."
summer thunderstorms are your favorite. curling up with steve as the rain pounds and lightning cracks across the sky. even when the power goes out you feel safe in this house in the arms of the man you love.
underneath him too, wrapped in darkness after the lights have gone out. steve holds your hands above your head as he sinks into your heat.
"look at me, baby. keep those pretty eyes open while I stuff you full of my cock."
your lashes flutter, straining against the need to keep them from rolling back. his fat cock fills you so good, so perfectly.
thunder booms as steve pounds you into the mattress. it's so close it shakes the house but all you can feel is steve. the thick hair on his chest brushes against your skin, tickling your nipples as he leans in to kiss you.
"gonna fill you up. fuck this load into you, stuff you full. that what you want, baby? want me to breed this little pussy?"
the soft way steve says such filthy things makes your brain melt, all you can do is whimper, nod, beg, plead, whine desperately for just that. for all of him.
steve mouths at your neck, presses kisses to your breasts as his thrusts grow frantic. slamming harder into you until he stills, grunting, his hips twitching with the force of his orgasm when he spills inside you. the gushing warmth pushes you over the edge and you cry out as steve drops his weight on you, still holding your hands.
steve watches intently when he pulls out of you later, watching his cum ooze out of your creamy cunt. he pushes it back in gently and you only stir a little in your sleep. the rain has stopped so steve opens a window, letting the cool night air blow in.
"my pretty little wife," he whispers fondly, smiling to himself and crawling back into bed with you.
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cowyolks · 1 year
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SMOKED
Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn! Reader
Request: a oneshot where Ghost is smoking but his gf warned him about smoking and that it's bad for his health and then he holds the smoke in his mouth and kisses her and blows it in her mouth or smtg :D thank youu!!
Words: 0.8 k 
Warnings: Mentions of injury, Loss of Hostages, Smoking.
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It was silent in the infirmary. Something that made your body stiffen and mind race in worry.
The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the steady patter of raindrops upon the rooftops.
Your nail was in your mouth, already chewed to a pathetic nub. A nasty habit, something you had difficulty breaking. But you couldn’t help but worry. He told you it would only be a quick mission, forty-eight hours tops.
That was ninety-four hours ago.
You stared at the mug sat upon your desk. It became a tradition that after Simon returned from his mission the two of you would indulge in tea and comforts. It was something little, yet it still made your heart soar.
A heavy knock interrupted your staring, quickly you tore your eyes away from the ceramic mug and to the squad all packed in the doorway. Immediately you were on your feet, the office chair sliding back a few meters.
“Bumps and scrapes, Doc. We’re okay. All of us.” Soap had ensured, the weight lifting off your shoulders immediately as you ushered them in.
By the time you had finished stitching Price and wrapping a bandage around Gaz’s arm, the clock chimed. Alerting you that it was now two in the morning.
You rounded on Soap, the air silent between the two of you as you dressed the graze on his torso. His chest expanded with air, before letting it out as your needle pierced his skin.
“We were delayed with the storm, it was pishin’ a doon out there. Couldn’t see any of the hostages through the rain. One of them died before we got there.”
You hummed, finishing on the stitches with a simple tie.
“I’m glad you came back in one piece; I’d be awfully lonely without my favorite gossip girl around.” You teased half-heartedly, finishing the dressing before patting his bare torso.
“Fuck off.” Soap brushed you off, a broad smile on his lips.
“Where’s Ghost?”
“He’s off sulking, the hostage that died was in his quadrant. I tried to say it wasn’t his fault.” Soap mumbled, pulling his shirt over his head again.
“I’ll find him. Get some sleep, Sergeant. That’s an order.”
“Right away, Doc.”
He left your office quietly, and once again you were met in eerie silence. After picking up your messes and sanitizing the area, you shuffled to the stairs, tiredly climbing them as you pushed open the door that led to the roof.
He was there, his body slouched as his head was tilted up and looking at the raging storm. In all honesty, Simon Riley was a storm himself, his body tense and coiled like rumbling thunder, and his mind like flashing lightening, quick to protect those loyal to him, and to flash in anger when those did him wrong.
That’s what most didn’t understand about him. He cared, sometimes cared too much.
You shivered against the wind and stray drops of rain but found yourself standing next to his side robotically.
“You broken?”
“No.”
You tilted your head, taking a peek at him. His jaw was clenched, half his balaclava was rolled up to his nose, enough room for his burning cigarette to slip between his lips.
“You know it wasn’t your fault.” You softly reassured, but Simon said nothing, just brought his hand up to his lips, letting the nicotine escape through his mouth in a heavy wave of smoke.
“You’ll get sick out here, rain’s cold.” He grunted.
Thank you for coming up here.
His opposite hand reached around you, pulling you into his side. He wasn’t smothering you, but the warmth of his side felt nice against your body.
“You know what else gets you sick? Cigarettes.”
An amused huff escaped him, just as he tilted his cheek to rest upon the crown of your head.
“Cheers, love.”
You rolled your eyes, watching as he took one last pull before throwing down the stick and stomping it out with his heel.
He shifted, turning to you with a dazed look in his eye. His fingers maneuvered to the back of your neck, tilting your jaw up to his face as he bent into your personal space.
With a hum of pleasure, you pulled his lips between yours, but with wide eyes, you ripped away from him when you felt the rolling smoke in your throat.
A cheeky smirk was plastered across his face, as you coughed shorty.
“That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Your hands gripped onto his belt loops, pulling him down to your lips again and tasting the remaining nicotine in his mouth.
Simon let out a surprised grunt but relaxed against your lips anyways. He pulled away, his finger tracing down your jaw.
“Let’s warm up inside, I can make some tea.”
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dxysxxk · 6 months
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Hi! leaving my request of Arthur x f!reader
Arthur sneaks into reader's bed at night...
Thief's Touch
Arthur x f!reader
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Rating: 18+ only. Explicit content. Length: 3210 words Location: Reader's home Time of Day: Late night Content: Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Spanking, No Aftercare, Rough sex, Low Honor Arthur Description: You were sleeping soundly in your home, but little did you know that an outlaw had the intention of breaking and entering. Note: Everything won't be accurate. Use your imagination. Also more dialogue-heavy than usual.
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Snuggled underneath warm blankets, you slept as a roaring storm booms outside your bedroom window. The sky flashes with lightning, each bolt closer than the last, the thunder rumbling in between. The wind howls, blowing so hard that it causes your house to creek. In a deep sleep, the heavy rain hitting your roof lulled you.
Unbeknownst to you, a dangerous outlaw, Arthur Morgan, was stalking you for days, waiting for his moment to strike. Through the grapevine, he heard of a woman who possessed a family heirloom. Such heirloom was mighty expensive and you were the one that supposedly had it. Unfortunately, today was the day. The storm provided the perfect cover, dampening any sound he might make. 
Through the roaring storm, you heard a ‘creak’ in your bedroom. You slowly woke up, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, and turned to look at your door. You saw nothing but the hallway beyond. Your door tended to open because of its weak hinges, so you passed it off as nothing. Laying your head back down on the pillow, you close your eyes and let the sounds of the storm help you fall back into slumber.
The outlaw sighed in relief as he hid at the foot of your bed. He got up, eyeing your frame underneath the covers to make you were still oblivious to the break-in. Full of greed, he approached your nightstand. Putting his arm out, he touched the wooden surface, but right when he was going to open the drawer, lightning illuminated the room followed by a loud boom of thunder.
Startled, you jumped and reached for your oil lamp hoping to find the switch, when a cold, damp hand covered your mouth. "Don't scream," a voice growls. Your eyes shot open in fright. A dark figure loomed over you, a man. You couldn't make out much in the dark, but you could tell he wore a large-brimmed hat and a bandana over his face. "Don't make a sound." His voice was dark and deep.
Your body began to shake with fear as you felt a cold blade against your neck. "If you want to live, you'll tell me where your money's stashed and that heirloom of yours." He hissed, then pressed the blade closer to your flesh, "Now, I'm going to remove my hand... and when I do, you better answer me." 
You shook your head cautiously, trying not to cut yourself on the blade. He then took his hand away from your mouth, "Good." Lightning flashed, illuminating his face. All you could see was his cold eyes staring back at you. He pressed the blade closer. The sting of the sharp edge cutting into your skin made you whimper.
"Where is it? Huh?"
"I-I don't have any money," you stammered. "Please, don't hurt me."
"Don't lie to me." His voice was menacing. "You live here alone." 
He scoffed, "I know you got money, and don’t pretend like I don’t know about that heirloom."
"Please," you begged. "I swear I don't have anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about."  
You trembled underneath him, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You didn’t know what he was talking about. You didn’t have a family heirloom and riches he assumed you possessed.
You could feel his breath against your ear as he pulled down his bandana and leaned in. Droplets of water from his wet hair hit your skin. "What can you offer?"
"Wh-what?"
"Tell me. What you can offer?"
"I don't have anything. I swear I don't have money or anything valuable."
"There has to be something," he growled.
"Please," you beg him. "I can't offer you anything."
"Oh, I think you can."
Your eyes shot open, "I don't know what you mean."
He chuckled and pried off the bed sheet covering your body then grabbed your breast with his free hand, still keeping the knife against your neck. "I’m not leaving here with nothing."
"No, please. Don't." 
He chuckled as he squeezed your breast through your nightgown, "You got anything else?" You bit down on your lip and shook your head as he grabbed your other breast.
You cursed your body for reacting this way, especially since you didn't want what he was doing. He was a stranger, a thief who broke into your home and threatened your life, but your body wasn't listening to you. He smirked, "You like that?" He started to pinch your nipple through the thin fabric. "Hmm?"
"No," you tried to fight back the moans rising in your throat.
"Really?"
Your body began to tremble under his touch as he continued to fondle your breasts. You bit down on your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to give in to the pleasure.
"You like it, huh?"
"No," you said through gritted teeth, trying to stop the heat pooling between your legs. You then felt his hand move down your body to find solace between your thighs. "Don't." You gasped when you felt his cold, damp hand on your delicate skin, "No undergarments? How naughty."
"Don't!"
"Don't act like you don't want this." His fingers crept closer to your sex ignoring your pleas.
"I don't want this," you cried, feeling the heat growing.
He moved his hand, slowly dragging it until he found your pussy. His fingers teased your lips. "So wet already," he groaned. You whined as he spread your lips, then slipped a finger inside. "You don’t want it? I don’t believe you, sweetheart."
"Don-" Your voice faltered and you let out a moan. He slid another finger in and started pumping them in and out. "Damn," he groaned as he felt you clench around his fingers. He continued to finger you, slowly moving his fingers. "You like it."
You shook your head. No matter how good it felt, you couldn't admit it. You didn't want to admit it. He sped up his fingers, pushing them in deeper and harder. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your bottom lip so hard you could draw blood. He started rubbing your clit with his thumb, and you arched your back. You cried out as he pressed harder.
"Stop." You panted as his thumb circled your clit, "Please stop."
He smirked. "Not when you're dripping all over my fingers girl."
You whimpered and moaned. His thick fingers continued to pump in and out of you. You didn't want to, but your body was responding to his touch. He sped up the motion of his thumb and rubbed it harder.
"Shit..." You inhaled and exhaled as you moaned, gripping the sheets beneath you. 
"Stop. I don't want this. Please, stop." Your voice sounded shaky as you moaned. You were unconvincing.
He chuckled. "Hear that?" He continued to pump his fingers, giving you a chance to hear how wet you were. You shook your head. You couldn't bring yourself to acknowledge it. It was too embarrassing. He removed his fingers from your sex and held them up, "Look." He pushed his fingers in front of your face. "You're drenched and it's all for me."
You shied away, averting your gaze. "Look," he ordered as he finally removed the knife from your throat and holstered it. He put his hand in front of your mouth and forced his fingers in. "Taste it." You sucked his fingers clean, tasting yourself, not having much choice in the matter. A sigh left his lips as you sucked on his fingers. He felt powerful with the dominance he had over you. 
"Admit it or not. Either way..." His voice trailed off as he removed his fingers from your mouth, placing them near your heat again, "I'm not stopping princess." You gasped as his fingers found your clit.
He smirked as he watched you writhe beneath him as he rubbed you harder, pushing his fingers against your swollen bud. You groaned as you tried to hold back the orgasm that was building inside you. He used his other hand to unbuckle his gun belt and let it fall to the floor. 
He bit his bottom lip as he stared you down, taking your hand and guiding it to his bulge, "Grab it." 
You froze in fear as you heard how commanding he was, "Did you not hear me? Grab it." He moved his hand faster and thrust his hips up, the fabric grazed against the palm of your hand. You obeyed and placed your palm on top of his bulge, moving it slowly up and down. "Yeah, that's it." He groaned and pressed into your hand.
"Keep going," he hissed. His voice was low, breathless, and seductive. You did as he asked, keeping your movements in sync with his fingers. 
Through his wet shirt that clung to his skin, you could see that his abdomen twitched and tightened every time your hand rubbed his length. His free hand then grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to rub it harder, letting you feel how hard he was. His breathing got heavier the more you kept rubbing. 
His head then bent down, watching your hand glide back and forth. The hat covered his eyes, but you could see that his lips were slightly agape. "Take it out," he breathed, releasing his grip on your wrist. Your heart began to beat faster. This was all happening so fast. 
"Did you hear me?" His head turned to look at you, "Take. It. Out." He demanded, emphasizing each word.
Your hands trembled as you fumbled with his buttons and zipper. With a tug, his pants were now open. "Pull it out," he ordered. Your hand then slid into his pants. His breathing quickened when your hand grazed against his cock. 
You grabbed his length and pulled it out. It felt thick, warm, and heavy. He closed his eyes as you began stroking his cock, feeling the smooth skin and the veins that lined the sides. His pre-cum leaked from the tip and ran down his shaft. "Yes. There you go." He moaned.
As the storm raged on, the thought of him inside you clouded your mind rather than the notion of you continuing to reject his advances. He grabbed his hat and tossed it aside. It fell with a 'flop' onto the floor. With one hand, he took hold of the collar of his shirt and ripped it open.
You continued to stroke him, feeling his cock grow harder in your grasp. Your hand twisted as it slid up and down his shaft. With his chest fully exposed to you, you saw the hairs that littered. Dirty blond and wispy. You licked your lips as you looked at him. His head was thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He was enjoying the pleasure you gave him. You couldn't stop staring. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, pulling it back, the action showing off his facial features. The occasional lightning revealed a few scars on his face, the stubble that lined his jaw. He was a handsome man.
"Shit," he reached his arm down, grabbed your hand, and forced it to move faster. "Harder," he hissed. His hips rocked, meeting your strokes. The storm was drowned out by the sound of his pants, his deep groans, and the slick sounds of his cock as you pumped it. He suddenly spit on his shaft as you continued your movements. Now slick with his spit and pre-cum, your fingers glided ever so smoothly. 
"Keep going," he groaned.
Your other hand wandered up and grabbed his balls. They felt full and heavy in your palm. You squeezed them gently, causing him to gasp.
He then chuckled, "Just like that."
You were warming up to him. Your body was reacting to his touch, his voice. You were no longer fighting the urge to give in. Still, on the bed, you shifted to get closer to where he stood. 
"What are you-" His voice faltered when he saw you arch your back and brought his cock into your mouth. 
"Fuck," he grunted as he felt your warm mouth envelop him. 
Your lips stretched around his girth as you took him in further, hollowing your cheeks. He placed a hand behind your head to guide you. "That's it," he praised. "Take all of it." Your eyes were squeezed shut as you focused on taking in his cock. You took him as deep as you could, the tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He then reached for your nightgown with his free hand, pulling back the hem to expose your ass to him. He took his hand and delivered a slap, making you jump.
The slap made you moan against his cock. "Good girl." He slapped you again, making your ass jiggle. The pain, yet the pleasure of his hand on your bare ass made you want him more. You moaned, the vibration of your throat made him groan louder. The pleasure was getting too much for him. He was getting close.
His breath was quick and ragged. "Shit," he moaned. 
With every thrust of his hips, you gagged around his length, your saliva dribbling down the sides of your lips. He reached over your body and slapped your ass again. He grabbed it, making it ripple as he shook it. "I’m close," he panted. You could feel the veins in his cock throb in your mouth. His legs started shaking. He was about to cum. 
"Agh fuck," he cried out abruptly. His cock swelled and his grip on your head tightened, holding you still. His warm cum then shot down the back of your throat. "Swallow." He held the base of his cock as he pulled it out, leaving a string of saliva connected from the tip and your lips.
"Don't waste any." Your heat clenched around nothing as you swallowed his cum. Slick ran down your inner thighs. You needed more.
You opened your mouth to show him, making him chuckle. "Good girl."
"...Please," you whined.
"Please what?" He taunted.
"More," you whispered, barely audible.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Please. More," you begged.
Arthur grabbed your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb, "Sucking my cock made you this needy?" You nodded your head as you stared into his eyes. Without a second thought, he grabbed you by the throat and then pushed you onto the bed, forcing you to lay on your back. He leaned over you and growled, "You're going to be a good little slut and take what I give you. Understand?" You nodded once more, "Yes."
In a flash, he became fully nude, revealing his entire figure to you. His body was covered in scars and bruises, some healed and some fresh. He was a sight to behold, strong and muscular.
Arthur came onto the bed and moved you as if you weighed nothing. With your head now touching the bed frame and feet planted on the mattress, Arthur toward you, positioning himself between your legs. "You're drenched," he said as he looked at the mess between your thighs. He licked his lips before he spoke. "Spread your legs." You obeyed and opened them. 
He placed his hands underneath your knees and lifted your legs. "Wider," he said, already doing it for you. Your cheeks burned from the embarrassment of having your pussy fully exposed.
"You want me?" He asked, rubbing the head of his cock on your pussy. You nodded and whined, "Yes."
"How bad do you want me?"
"Very."
He chuckled, "Then ask for it."
You bit down on your lip, unable to say it.
"What's wrong?" He taunted, "Too shy? Or are you too much of a prude?"
"I want you."
"Want me where?"
"Inside me."
"Where inside you?"
"...In my pussy." 
In one swift motion, he thrust his hips and buried his cock into you. You cried out, feeling your walls stretch around him. Arthur groaned as he moved his hips back, pulling out to thrust back into you. His hands then grabbed the bedframe above you, using it as leverage to fuck you at a relentless pace.
Your mouth hung open as you moaned. His cock was so thick and deep in you, hitting all the right places. His pelvis ground against yours, enabling you to feel his pubic hair. You were filled with bliss.
"Yes," you groaned.
"Look at you." Arthur panted, "Drunk off my cock."
He continued to fuck you, his pace not faltering. He leaned down and put his hands on the side of your head, his nose almost touched yours. "You're all mine." His breath hit your face as he spoke.
"Say it," he commanded.
"I'm yours."
He groaned as he repeatedly slammed his hips into you, still staring deep into your eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your body began to tremble under him. You felt the familiar feeling pooling in your stomach. "Agh," you moaned.
"There it is," he teased. "You're going to come on my cock aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You're going to come on my cock and be a good little slut?" 
It was hard to speak, your words sounded like a jumbled mess. "Come on, princess." He panted as he fucked you harder, "Be a good girl and come for me." You cried as you felt yourself go over the edge. Shutting you up, Arthur kissed you as he continued to thrust into you. You came hard on his cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him. He broke the kiss and pulled out, groaning as he spread his cum on your abdomen. Your chest rose and fell, trying to catch your breath. He straightened himself as he moved back, catching his breath as well.
When he caught his breath, he climbed off the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor. "Wait," you pleaded as you sat up, the bedsheet covering your lower half. "You’re leaving?"
He pulled up his pants, "I ain't staying."
Here you were, begging for a stranger to stay with you. One that wanted to rob you no less. You felt pathetic, but you couldn't let him go.
"I ain't staying," he said. "I got what I wanted."
"Don't," you begged.
"I have things to do lady." He finished getting dressed and picked up his hat. You got out of bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around you. "Can I see you again?"
Arthur chuckled, "What?"
"I want to see you again," you said. "Please."
He put his hat on, covering his piercing blue eyes.
"I'm serious," you said, "Let me see you again."
He stared at you, thinking. A moment of silence passed before he spoke. "I'm busy. But I'll be around."
With that, he left. The storm outside was still raging. You were left standing still, wondering if what just happened was a dream. You then looked out the window, keeping the sheet wrapped around you, and peeked through the curtains.
In the distance, the rain slowed down and the lightning became less frequent. The moon reflected off his hat. He was standing there, staring at your house. You couldn't see his expression, but you hoped he was smiling. Maybe, he would come back to see you. You still didn’t know his name.
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hi! :) i love your writing!! Could i request an Astarion fic based on the Mahmoud Darwish Quote “they asked ‘do you love her to death’ / i said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.’”?
it's  our  last  chance  ( we'll  get  it  right  )
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pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 2,902 content warnings: canonical discussions of death, spoilers for astarion's act iii romance, spiritual interlude to this fic, references to cann.ibalism as a metaphor for love, an exploration of how s.ex can be healing, the faintest hints of a mortal!tav but that's up to the reader, what if s.ex cures vampirism ? other tags:  canon compliant,  character study,  introspection,  codependency,  religious imagery & symbolism,  p.orn with plot archiveofourown: here.
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summary:  ‘Gale asked me tonight if I loved you,’ Astarion tells you. ‘He asked if I loved you purely. I’ve never loved anything purely in my life, but I knew what he meant. He asked, ‘Will you love them to death?’ That’s why I brought you here tonight.’
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This is a night reminiscent of the day he died.
The sun has faded out over the horizon. The streets are bloodied once more, and hundreds of shadows have transformed into the shape of a bat.
Astarion’s grave is very old and covered with moss. You watch as he kneels in front of it and brushes his fingers across his name in reverence. You join him and cross your fingers together in prayer. You don’t know what you’re praying for but you mumble the words under your breath. It isn’t until you start digging that you begin to understand why you’re really here. You dig and dig and find relics of a life you never knew  —  dead flowers and childhood toys, tears that you cry. A mother and father’s love.
Astarion looks so much younger now that Cazador no longer hangs over his very being. The tension around his eyes has lessened, and even though he’s feeling something you can’t imagine, he wears the smallest smile as you uncover the gifts left behind by his family. Proof that Astarion lived, proof that Astarion existed. You dig until your fingers reach nothing and then you turn to him. He means to plant a seed and watch it grow.
He hands you seeds from a flower you can’t remember the name of. You pour them into the depths of this grave and fill it back up with dirt. You drop handfuls and wait for it to rain. You turn your chin up to the sky and wait for the storm clouds to release rapture.
‘I love you,’ Astarion says suddenly.
He looks at you like a man learning to see for the first time. The softness of his features only intensifies the longer he looks at you. Astarion is always made up of hard angles and harsh lines but tonight, he looks upon you with an earnestness you haven’t seen for him in quite some time. You’re caught off-guard when he caresses your cheek.
If Baldur’s Gate were to weather a storm tonight, Astarion would be the warmth from the cold of the rainstorm. You close your eyes at his touch and lean your cheek into it, nuzzling his palm. Astarion decides that it isn’t enough. He’s selfish, manipulative, roguish and cruel, but when he leans forward and kisses you with his plump mouth, you forget about all those things. It’s healing. You open your lips for him.
‘I love this,’ he murmurs, snaking a hand down to the small of your back. ‘And I want it all.’
The storm breaks overhead, but Astarion covers your body with his and you forget that you hate the sound of thunder. He kisses the very soul of you, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. There’s something about the way he nips at your skin that infinitely thrills you. How could a man so determined to be dangerous, so keen on becoming the most powerful man in the world melt at the sound of your voice? Had Astarion always been this weak for you, or was this a new transgression in his never ending quest to crush his desires?
Astarion kisses you.
He is the only thing that quenches your thirst.
He knows that.
When you first fell from the illithid ship, you had felt a hunger unlike any other swell up in your gut. It was freedom you had never experienced, and somehow, you came out on top. What happened after that was only like the romances you had read about. When a beast hunter falls in love with their bounty, when a mortal loves their immortal despite the difference, when an angry vampire becomes softer and softer the more he learns about kinder touch. You’re a romantic, after all.
You think that you should talk about it. You want to ask Astarion if he’s sure. But of course he’s sure, he’s never been surer of anything. Asking him now would be a disservice, you think. He’s worked so hard to come this far. You don’t ask. You kiss Astarion back like you’ve never kissed anyone before.
His mouth is yearning. Astarion pines for you like a prince pines for a sweetheart  —  and his mouth and his tongue and his teeth are so overwhelming that you can’t help but cling to his shoulders, using him as a lifeline.
He turns his cheek against yours and sighs wistfully against your skin. Slowly, carefully, Astarion presses his fingers between your legs curiously. He does it just to hear you gasp. You meet his eyes, and your cheeks burn so hotly you think you might be dizzy. Astarion consumes your soul. He presses you down in the flowers you planted above his grave. Clover, daisies, and asters grow around, twirling in your hair as Astarion collapses into your arms. You hold him as he shakes.
‘I was dead before I met you,’ Astarion whispers in the crook of your neck. ‘I was a ghost.’
‘You’re alive now,’ you promise. He cradles your soul in his hands. ‘You’re alive now and you’re the sun, and I love you.’
Maybe it’s not that you aren’t sure Astarion is ready. You’re nervous about the setting. It’s not that it’s inappropriate or dire, but that anyone could see at any time and you were a selfish creature. For so long, it has always been you and Astarion and everyone else. Now, Astarion presses into the space between your hips and mouths at your chest. He tastes your skin and your nipples, and you shiver at the touch. He eats your heart. You’re grateful.
‘I’m not convinced,’ Astarion says roughly. ‘Should I die, where will I go?’
‘You will go where I go,’ you say as he sinks into your flesh. ‘You are half my soul. I’ll beg the gods. We can never be one without the other.’
‘And if they deny you?’
‘I’ve already killed gods,’ you say. ‘What are a few more if they deny me my love?’
Astarion lets out a satisfied hum, content with the fruit you have given him. He ripens you with his fingers and you turn your head. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and allow him to caress your sides, closing your eyes as he touches the more ticklish parts of your body. He nibbles at your collarbones
You say, ‘This isn’t your grave.’
Astarion’s mouth ghosts over your skin, and finally, he sinks his cock into you until you’re gasping for air. It pushes and fills and causes lights to dance in the corner of your eyes. You touch the little hairs at the nape of his neck to distract yourself.
‘You’re right,’ Astarion says softly.
‘A place of rebirth.’
‘A place of happiness, my love,’ he says. ‘Now when I see it  —  ’
‘More,’ you whisper.
You feel a rush of tenderness sweeping through your veins. You are drawn to it like a moth to light, and you chase Astarion as he flees from you, sliding your hips back against his so that he’s never gone for too long. You waited patiently for Astarion. Every touch, every kiss is a feeling so rare that you can’t help but savor it. You admire the vulnerability he shows you, and when he leans back to lift your hips higher for a better angle, you moan softly and cry.
Astarion’s fingers burn holes into your skin. He leaves a wildfire against your skin. It leaves you wanting more. But you’re always going to want more, aren’t you? Even a lifetime of Astarion is not enough. You seek the warmth in his gaze.
You aren’t sure how long you’ll last. The time between your trysts and the sheer passion causes you to be needy. He likes it that way too. Likes the way that you’ll always seek him out first. The first in your heart. The first in your soul. You wish you could pour yours out of your body to give it to him. He’s half your soul regardless of what he might say. You never understood the concept of an immortal soul until now. You pull Astarion back to you and kiss him, teeth to teeth.
But it’s not enough.
You don’t think it will ever be enough. You dig your nails into his spine and hold onto him. You cry weakly. It feels too good and like it’s too much at the same time. You part your legs wider and drag him further, hypnotized by the feel of his thighs beneath yours. Astarion shows an enthusiasm you haven’t seen in a while, and you’re reminded of how much you’ve craved him. The knife at your throat, the scowl on his face, the night at the party… Astarion is all-consuming. You never thought it would happen.
At first, you thought Astarion was primed to ignore you forever. You were kind and good and sweet, and now you knew that was everything Astarion was looking for. He tastes your kindness and goodness and sweetness and becomes drunk on the taste of your shared fate.
Astarion bites you on the shoulder but for once, it isn’t to draw blood and feed upon what makes you who you are. It’s a lover’s bite. An inquisitive nibble. That part of sharing is what this is about. He meant it when he said you were more than blood, more than a fling. You always thought about it…
Astarion proving his love to you now was welcomed. You summon a new life for him here during this pale evening. A life where he will not know hurt. A life where he will not be betrayed by those he trusted. Astarion was in your hands now, a crow on your wrist. He sings you a pretty song against your neck. He’s vocal now, content with moaning and mewling as he takes his pleasure in the warmth of your body. You wish you could bottle up his pretty song and take it with you forever.
You press your mouth to the sharp curve of Astarion’s ear, sneaking a kiss against the pointy tip. ‘Come closer to me, my love,’ you whisper. ‘No one must know.’
‘Everyone must know,’ Astarion disagrees softly.
‘Even the birds?’ you ask. ‘Even the trees?’
Astarion smiles. You can feel it. ‘The entire world must.’
‘Are we in love?’ you ask him softly, looking upon him fondly.
‘We are,’ he says, laughing.
You are in love like you have never been in love before. Astarion is a romantic and he cherishes this new world with you. He’s intoxicated by the freedom of your scent. And it’s not as though it’s any different for you. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips and keep him there, and when his arms shake and tremble, you accept his weight.
You kiss his throat and he raises his chin so you can kiss it more. You’ll pretend that it doesn’t entice you. You want to sink your teeth in like he has, to share with him that quiet exaltation. Astarion gives it to you more and more, and finally, you can no longer tame that part of you set to rupture. Your pleasure causes your vision to burn almost.
There is a world where you and Astarion have never met. A world where the mindflayers never devised a plan and you were still searching for enlightenment. The thought of it scares you so you cling to him and you climb into his sternum, holding onto his skin while the world is remade in your image. A world without Astarion is not a world worth living. You know that to be true. That’s why you’re here now.
Astarion follows suit in quick, frantic strokes. He loses himself in the quake of your core and digs his fingers into the dirt next to your head for stability. You watch as pleasure overtakes him and he wavers, choking on a ragged moan. You press unfocused kisses against his shoulders and sink beneath the earth.
It’s a good thing Astarion finds his confidence in the taste of your bones. He eats from you an essence that would make him strong. When he sits up, eyes soft around the edges and mouth swollen from your love, you can see the change in him. Have his shoulders always been that wide? Has his back always been that straight? Has the majesticness of his attitude always been so grandiose?
Astarion holds out his fingers and you kiss the tips of them. You give him a blessing and watch as his skin begins to glow. Cazador had unmade a proud man. You have rehabilitated a broken man.  But Astarion is not defined by his brokenness, not authenticated by his terrors and trauma, but by the whims he has shown you tonight.
When Astarion pulls you from the bed you made in the grass, you can see a dim light filtering through the overhead tree. A familiar sight, like the first time. You pull his jacket over your head to avoid any more mess and become acutely aware that Astarion is watching you breathe. He listens with that frightening vampiric hearing as your lungs exhale. He smiles as your heartbeat settles.
You distract yourself as he enjoys his orgasm by making him a crown of flowers. You twist them expertly like you once did in your youth, and when Astarion turns his head, you give him a kingdom. The fresh green of the leaves accentuates the paleness of his hair.
You know what you’ve done even if the world does not. It was an objectively stupid thing to do, Astarion said so himself. Life is a challenge, and you were not a quitter. If anything, you knew that you deserved it. A ghost called your name and you answered, unfrightened by the specter’s cold touch. Slowly, you replaced that frigid air with your own heat until there was nothing but fog in the aftermath.
‘Sometimes,’ Astarion begins when he’s ready, ‘I still have these cruel thoughts. This fear still consumes me but… It’s so unlike before I hardly recognize it.’
‘You’re not his first son anymore,’ you say.
Astarion smiles and slides the crown from his head. He twirls it between his fingers. ‘Not  —  Not that fear, no. Something else.’
‘What else could frighten you?’
‘Everything,’ Astarion confesses. ‘I listen to your heart when you sleep for any change. I check your face every day for any extra wrinkles.’
You laugh. ‘I’m still young,’ you insist. ‘We have time, Astarion. I am with you every moonrise.’
‘The worst thing about loving you is that I will never stop,’ Astarion says, staring at his headstone. ‘I don’t want you to die in a world where I could still love you.’
You think you’re going to be sick. You don’t mean to cry, but you do. You burrow your face in your hands and weep so hard Astarion wraps his jacket around you and kisses your head, shushing you until you’ve let it all out. It’s…not how you wanted to end the evening.
‘You didn’t let me finish, my love,’ he murmurs against your forehead.
‘Then go on,’ you say miserably.
‘I will never stop loving you,’ Astarion says again. ‘For a thousand more years and one.’
You twist the knuckle on your middle finger anxiously. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what to feel.
‘Gale asked me tonight if I loved you,’ he tells you. ‘He asked if I loved you purely. I’ve never loved anything purely in my life, but I knew what he meant. He asked, ‘Will you love them to death?’ That’s why I brought you here tonight.’
You look at him suspiciously, and his ardor steals your breath away. His jacket slips from your shoulders. You watch as he fixes the carvings in his headstone and adds to them in a sprawling language you’re almost too exhausted to read. Eventually, you find your voice again. You lean your cheek against his shoulder, and if your eyelashes are wet against his skin, he says nothing about it.
‘Tonight,’ Astarion says, ‘and on top of my grave, you have brought me back to life. That is a debt that cannot be repaid.’
You turn to him and this time it is your turn. You take Astarion’s jaw in your hands and lift his mouth to yours, kissing him so sweetly you’re almost certain that he swoons from the touch. It’s like kissing him for the first time, a kiss that sweeps over and over, until the ocean of night sweeps over you and you melt into his sinew.
 ‘You love me?’ you ask him just to hear him say it again.
‘I love you,’ Astarion says.
Love is not always in the eyes of the goddess. Love is buried somewhere most will never find it. It is healing, it is sweeping, it is gratifying. It is watching your lover’s hair turn grey strand by strand every morning. It is chasing the sun before it falls beneath the stars every evening.
You think you get it now.
Astarion rests his cheek against your palm, and for the first night since he was turned into a vampire, he slumbers in your touch. He dreams of a future where you are both mortal and laughing.
‘I love you too,’ you confess, and Astarion smiles in his sleep.
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