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Could I request Astarion and his s/o getting into a sass competition where Astarion ends up confessing to her by accident and now he's all flustered?
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Astarion x Reader
“Can’t you go any faster?”
“I’m not exactly as well versed into taking these off as I am in putting them on, darling.” Astarion quipped at you as he fiddled with the lock on your cuffs.
Being somewhat of an anti-hero liaisons these days, the group had been pinched on some trumped up but completely true & legal charges of petty theft and larceny. Your options were fight, flight, or get arrested when confronted by the guards and charges. And since you couldn’t fight a whole city’s worth of Iron Fists, and running also seemed unplausible as you’d have to come back to the city sometime, you decided to take you lumps and went to jail. Luckily, where there’s a will there’s a way. Or in this case: a vampire with a lockpick up his sleeve.
“Why did you wait to do me last anyway? Just to see me suffer?”
“Well,” Astarion cooed, “it does have a certain visual appeal.”
You clicked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “Could you just hurry up? I’m starting to lose the feeling in my hands. All the blood is rushing out of them.”
“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that.”
“Well, if you want my blood again, you should be more sympathetic to my pain.” You told him. Sighing heavily as one arm was free and Astarion moved on to the other one.
“Don’t you threaten me. Besides, if you won’t give me what I want, I’ll just move on to some other lucky companion in our camp.”
“Ha! Like anyone else would have you.”
Astarion frowned. “I’ll have you know that there are plenty of people who would welcome my teeth at their necks. Hundreds. Thousands!”
“Yeah. One blood obsessed drow and…who was the other one you tricked again?” You pulled at the shackles, which jiggled the irons and knocked the lockpick free, but unbroken. The vampire growled at you.
“I tricked you easy enough, didn’t I?”
“Only because I took pity on you.”
“Pity?!”
“Yeah.” You told him. “That poor, sad, puppy dog ‘please feed me’ look was just something I couldn’t say no to.”
Astarion growled again. “That is not how it happened. Besides, if you didn’t like it you wouldn’t keep asking for more.”
“Oh sure. Blame the victim.”
“You are not a victim!” He snapped at you. He seemed a little wounded by that one. Maybe you went a little too far. “Gods.” He cursed under his breath with a frown. “You are lucky I love you so much, otherwise I would just leave you here, chained up, and never bite you again. No matter how much you begged me.”
The lock finally snapped open and your arm fell to the side. You lifted it to rub your wrist but were uncharacteristically silent.
“Would it have been too much to expect a thank you??”
“Did you just say you love me?”
Astarion froze for a moment. A little wide eyed at your question. He seemed to be racking his brain for a moment. Trying to remember the conversation before an ‘Oh. Shit.’ expression came over his face. “What? Oh, that. Figure of speech darling, of course.” He let out a single nervous cough after that and a rushed, “let’s go meet up with the other.” Before he turned on his heels and made a speedy exit.
You rub your wrist one more time as a soft, shy smile came to your lips behind his back. You follow after him and meet up with the others. Waiting just outside the prison for the two of you, as apparently just around the corner was enough of an escape from the mighty Iron Fist.
“Ah! I just love this fresh air.” You exclaim, followed by more comments on how dusty & dank your cell had been, but really just watching Astarion’s shoulders tense.
You spent the rest of the day subversively tormenting Astarion. Making comments on how much you loved the weather, or loved a dress in a window. How much you loved dinner that night. How much you loved getting a good night’s rest that night.
By the time everyone had gone off to their respective tents for the evening, Astarion had apparently had enough and slunk up to yours. “I know what you’re doing. Now stop it!” He hissed.
“But I thought you’d love it.”
“Stop it!” He hissed again. If he could right now, he would blush. You were tempted to let him feed on you for a moment to get the full effect. “I mean it! How would you like it if I threw every verbal misstep in your face? I don’t keep bringing up the time you said Ibis instead of Ignis, now do I??”
It was pretty funny when that bird showed up.
“So, are you upset that you said it and I’m teasing of you, or are you upset that you didn’t mean it and I keep bringing it up?” You honestly didn’t know which answer would be worse at this point. You felt bad you had wounded his pride to the point that he came to talk to you. But you also don’t think you could take it if he told you that he didn’t love you.
Astarion just stood there for a moment, thinking, before he sighed and waved you off. “Just…knock it off ok. I’ve had quite enough today. I’m going to get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”
He turned to walk away and just before he fell out of ear shot you called to him. “Hey Astarion,” he looked back over his shoulder at you, “I love that you could come and talk to me about this.”
He huffed, but you could see the corners of his mouth struggling to keep down. “Oh shut up.”
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mixelation · 2 days
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oh my god stop posting about minato
👀👀👀
fine here’s whatever else i have of asynchronicity
Minato grimaced as he climbed out of the tub. So. Tori did not care about him killing people and maybe was… into that…? But she did physically flee from him at the idea of talking about their feelings.
He probably should have expected that. Oh well. They could work on it.
Tori had left an extremely ugly sweater on the floor by the sink, but she’d also at some point pulled a couple yukata and towels and left them on the sink counter. The yukata were both a little too small on him, but he pulled one on anyway. He could go home and grab something in less than a minute, but he also liked Tori doing things for him.
His joints all felt sore as he walked. The main area of the house had an open kitchen and living area, he found Tori cutting up potatoes. They’d all sprouted, and she was frowning to herself as she cut around the sprouts. The way she held her knife was remarkably civilian, and Minato paused to watch her for a few moments.
She blushed when she realized he was watching her, and then in true Tori fashion, started babbling about different ways potatoes could poison you.
Cute, Minato thought, and then went and collapsed on the couch. He fell into a light sleep almost immediately, listening to Tori chop away.
He woke again to Tori offering him a bowl of soup.
“I’m not a great cook,” she warned him, and then offered up a thing of chili flakes. “I usually try to cover up my sins.”
The soup was a truly random assembly of things, but Minato didn’t mind. Tori had been working with whatever was on hand, and chakra exhaustion was treated with rest and nutritionally dense foods. Potatoes and tinned tuna weren’t something he’d normally mix, but they were both good for the occasion. He turned down the chili flakes; he didn’t really like spicy things anyway.
Plus, Tori had cooked for him. For him!
“I have some NSAIDs if you want them,” Tori said after a while. “Sorry I didn’t think to offer them earlier.”
“I think I’m okay,” Minato said after a few moments of consideration. Pain like this was a reminder not to push himself.
“What’s the plan next?” Tori asked.
Minato mulled this over. He did not have orders for what to do next, because he’d dropped the dead Iwa commander off at his current assigned camp, very briefly said he’d confirmed the whole camp was dead, including twenty-six additional Iwa-nin he found in the surrounding area, and then just left.
In hindsight, he should have realized he’d done something really major. He hadn’t technically disobeyed orders, but also he’d done a bunch of things and killed a lot of people without orders and then immediately disappeared into the ether. That was probably technically abandoning his post or something.
“I should… go talk to Konoha base camp,” he said slowly.
“Uh huh,” Tori said, and then looked like she was fighting back a laugh. “Do you think they know?”
“Uh, well…”
Minato briefly went over what had happened the previous night, for context. He was currently assigned to a Konoha base camp near the Grass border. He was surveying ahead of a team from Konoha proper that had been sent up to negotiate with Iwa for prisoner release. He’d then run into the prisoners and escorted them back to base. Upon questioning, it had become blatantly obvious to Minato that Tori had been with them, and that she’d been left behind.
“So I just left without an explanation,” he said. “I didn’t really think about it. I was hoping you were just in the woods somewhere, and I’d be back in an hour.”
Tori, sitting cross legged on the couch next to him, shifted uncomfortably. Her gaze fell to the now empty soup bowl in her lap.
“But you weren’t,” he said, “so I went to get you.”
“I…” Tori started, running a finger around the rim of the bowl. “I like… that… you came for me.”
Her face was red. She squirmed uncomfortably. This was Tori telling him something very difficult and emotionally vulnerable, something she’d never say to another human being. He wanted to pull her into another kiss and promise her he would make a world world where she’d never be abandoned again.
That might be too intense, though. Instead he set his bowl aside, and then gently lifted hers out of her hands to also set aside.
“Thank you,” she said, clearly not talking about the soup bowl. “I was… really happy.”
Minato reached forward, running his hand through her hair. It was still damp, just now starting to curl up again, and it smelled pretty. He thought about how good her hands in his hair had felt. He wanted her to feel good too.
She let him pull her into his arms and rested her cheek against his chest while he reclined.
“So will you get in trouble?” she asked, the slightest hint of worry in her voice.
“I have no idea,” he answered, fiddling with her hair. “Probably.”
“You’re awful blaisé about it,” Tori observed, skeptical.
“I did report in last night and say I killed everyone,” Minato said. “The commander seemed shocked, but not angry.”
Tori sat up slightly, frowning at him. “You were gone for like ten minutes, tops. Did you even give him time to react?”
“Not really,” Minato admitted. “But I go off alone all the time and never get more than a slap on the wrist. The worst they’ll do is fine me. I’m too valuable to demote or put on probation.”
“You are worse than I thought you were,” Tori said, tone affectionate, and she pressed her face against him again.
“It’s not like they’ll be mad the Iwa camp is gone,” Minato defended. “Just… surprised.”
Tori let out a short, ironic laugh.
“Probably they’ve already sent someone to investigate,” Minato guessed. “Unless they didn’t believe me. I didn’t realize how insane my report that I’d killed everyone was at the time.”
Tori laughed again.
Minato still wasn’t sure how he felt. At the time, he’d just wanted to make sure the girl he liked was safe, and given he’d had no idea where she was, there was no way to guarantee that while enemies were still alive in the camp.
Probably he would have backed off if he’d found her. But she’d been in the commander’s tent, which was the most well-guarded place. It’d been the last place he’d gone.
A thousand people was a lot, though. He wasn’t even sure he’d ever seen that many ninja gathered at once outside of Konoha. Did he care…?
No, they’d been in his way, threatening someone special to him. He didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.
“They’ll want to talk to me for a long time either way,” Minato predicted. He held up a lock of Tori’s hair and then watched the strains slip through his fingers.
“Come with me?” he asked. When Tori didn’t reply for a while, he traced a line down her spine. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone touch you.”
That got her. Tori shifted on him, her hand balling into a fist in his yukata. He felt a smug smirk spread across his face. So this is what got her off…?
“I can think of some things Konoha-nin could do without touching me,” Tori said eventually.
Minato traced a line back up her spine.
“True,” he agreed. “But can they do those things faster than I could stop them?”
Tori hummed happily.
Minato would not kill or seriously injure a fellow Konoha-nin. But certainly he could intervene in any number of ways.
“We could get a healer to look at you,” he said.
“What, you don’t want me with a cool face scar?” Tori replied, but then immediately admitted she’d like that.
“We can go after I take another nap,” Minato decided. Afterall, what difference would it make if he fucked around for another few hours?
xXx
Everyone at the base camp was severely freaked out. For some reason, this surprised Minato.
“Yo!” he greeted the chunin at mission check-in with a friendly wave. The woman, who’d run multiple missions with Minato, looked up at him with evident fear. She stuttered while she checked him in.
“And, um, w-who’s this?” she asked, waving nervously at Tori. She would not meet Minato’s eyes.
“That’s… Tori,” Minato said lamely. “She’s… well, the commander will know who she is.”
Tori was a known player to Konoha. He did not think most random ninja would know about her, but he hadn’t been keeping the amount of time he spent with her a secret, and he’d actively mooned over her to both Jiraiya and Kushina. It was… it was known. If you’d read Minato’s file, you knew about her.
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billskeis · 3 days
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bill angst to smut
so like where he's just ignoring her for days on end while on tour, not answering her calls or anything, and when he comes home she's crying in the bed, so they have like soft sex to make up
(yk who this is)
HI😊
cw angst to smut obvs, idfk, afab, reader is emotional but bill to the rescue amiright
𝜗𝜚 worry not ₊ ⊹
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it’s been days. fucking days, still you’ve last talked to your boyfriend.
you understood, what comes with the heavy schedule of being today’s rockstar comes with the heavy absence of your lovely boyfriend.
but wouldn’t it hurt to just check in once in a while?
he made it clear to you, that he wouldn’t be able to see you often, hang with you often, and you were okay with that.
so you gave him the grace and leisure of not having to constantly nag for him go be there with you.
just—recently you’ve been feeling a lot more lonley than usual and the once person you look forward to seeing the most isn’t there for you.
not by choice, of course, bill would never!
you lay in your bed within the shared apartment you have with your boyfriend. luckily, the venue where tokio hotel’s final show for their tour was close enough to home you know that he’d come right back to you.
but it would be nice of him to tell you, instead of you finding out from his twin brother.
your chest feels heavy, and almost suffocating. you don’t want to cry, but you can’t help the feeling of emptiness without the light of your life being in your arms as of now.
you’re overthinking it, y/n, god.. in an attempts to shun away your thoughts, you get up to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and possibly a little snack to cheer you up.
having left from the already cold bed, you take a swig of the water you poured yourself and a bite of an apple.
with a sweet crunch, you had the idea to call bill. in hopes that he would for sure pick up this time, completely forgetting that he could just be performing.
with the press of many buttons to the memorized combo of your boyfriend’s phone number? you dialed his contact.
it rung,
and it rung,
and it beeped.
“fuck!” you curse under your breath as though someone else was in the room with you.
of course he didn’t pick up.
he never does,
he hasn’t for four days!
fuck, the things he does and doesn’t do drive you nuts. at this point you don’t even know what to do.
you affirm yourself “it’s okay y/n, he’s just being a rockstar,” but you cannot help the tears that begin to form in your eye ducts. you cannot help the stinging pain in your nostrils as breathing suddenly becomes hard to breathe.
you cry.
you cry, and you let it all out.
you miss your boyfriend.
all cooped up in your sheets, as you wrapped it around your cold and lonely body, you stare blankly at your wall.
it’s been like maybe an hour since you started crying, and indeed did you calm down a bit—but a sniffle here and there would pop out with the occasional tear or two jerking itself from your eyes.
with the click of a door, someone entered the apartment.
bill’s home, fuck.
you quickly wipe your face and fix yourself as to pretend that you were sound asleep as you lay on your side, back facing the bedroom door as you’re turned towards the wall.
“prinzessin? i’m home!” he exclaims but you a lack a response due to the facade you’re trying to put up. you don’t wanna worry or stress him any further after the long night he’s had.
as the footsteps appear to be louder, you can only assume that bill finally entered the bedroom as he places what seems to be his belongings onto the floor.
a dip into the bed as he sits down, “baby?” a hand placed on your waist as he caresses it up and down, “baby are you awake—oh my love..”
he cuts himself off, damn, did he notice?
you didn’t notice the tear that slipped out down your face due to your focus on trying to act asleep. swiping it with his thumb, he places a soft kiss onto your cheek.
he’s so warm.
“my y/n.. why could you have been crying.. i’m so sorry..”
and it all came crashing down.
you couldn’t help but weep. weep at the fact that your boyfriend is finally here. there was no use in putting up such a barrier as if everything’s okay.
bill would end up appreciating this anyway, the fact that you were able to show so much emotion. it tells him that you care, care so much that you were willing to waste your pretty tears on him.
“billy.. i-i missed you so much. i couldn’t help it, i tried to be strong f’you—but you weren’t answering your calls—or-or my texts! i know you were busy and i tried to hold in it but i couldn’t.. ‘m sorry..”
“babybaby, don’t apologize. i’m sorry, i should’ve reassured you further, shoulda been the one to let you know that i would’ve been really busy so you could’ve expected the worst..”
“mm, it’s okay..” you place a kiss onto his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you straddle his lap.
he pats your head gently and caresses the top of it, sometimes running his fingers through your hair.
“how can i make it up to you..? i’d do anything,”
“you’re tired..”
“no. baby. now i’m not, all i had to do was see you and i’m feeling more alive than ever. now tell me, what can i do to make it up to you? please, schatzi?”
he places kiss after kiss on your lips, almost smothering your mouth with them. giggling, you decided to tease him by deepening it, returning the favour of kisses but ‘accidentally’ slipping your tongue in, oopsies!
“nnmh.. y/n,” he breaths out in raspy moans, voice seemingly tired out after singing all night, and from having to do it day after day.
tongues melting within one another, you focus your grip on bill’s hair to which he cannot help but whimper.
he works his hands on you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm your once cold body up. bill soon focuses on a certain source of heat, as he tugs on lip of your panties to expose your clothed cunt.
“bill..”
“yes baby?”
“i need you,”
“i know you do. i got you, i’m here now, lemme make it worthwhile for you hm?”
“mmhm..”
whilst holding onto your panties to keep them free, bill uses another hand to work on his pants to free his throbbing dick that has been restrained and unused for oh-so long.
“oh how i missed this pussy, and how i’ve missed you,” he kissed your forehead and smiled, eyes glistening with lust from the moonlight.
eager to slip into your warmth as bill leveraged his member to enter your cunt. as he lowers your body onto himself, bill enters you letting out a breathy moan.
“mmmm, y/n.. fuck, fuckfuck—you just feel so good, i’ve missed this.. can you ride me?”
“makin’ me do all the work after working me up?” you scoff sarcastically and bill cannot help but blush at how pathetic of a boyfriend he is.
“shit, sorry i was just—”
“i’m just kidding bill,” you giggle as you begin bouncing your hips up and down his thick length, feeling every inch and vein that adorned his pretty cock.
the coil in your stomach begins to grow tighter in your stomach as you fuck yourself onto bill. moans shared and exchanged in the small space that heats up what once was a cold and chilly room.
“u-ugh..” you whimper out, an achy feeling in your legs from exerting them in riding bill.
“you okay?”
“y-yeah baby, ‘m fine..”
“c’mon schatzi now’s not the time to lie..”
grabbing onto your legs, bill flips you onto the bed missionary-style. he looks down at you with a shit eating smile, eyes all twinkly and what not.
“you’re so pretty, y’know that?”
“shut up..”
he thrusts into you to shut that pretty little mouth of yours up. how dare you tell him to shut up after he came home and offered anything and everything to you??
“n-ngh..”
“gonna come?” he asks, never stopping his movements
you nod, bill’s movements become even more sloppy and you can tell he’s nearing too. with a sharp thrust, electricity flushes through your body as the coil once help snapped.
“‘m cumming..!”
bill cannot help but moan at how clench around him, a white frothy rim forming around the base of his cock from the cum mixed between the two of you.
he fucks you through your orgasm as your body convulses, you squeal at the overstimulation of your bodies rubbing together, legs wrapping around his torso to bring him even closer.
“atta girl.. so pretty.. rather you cry down here instead of up here, don’t you agree?” as he kisses you softly.
a/n : i suck at dialogue >.>
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koiibiito · 2 days
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belle 🥺 share your thoughts! how would the cast of lsdln react when they see you ride a dildo while waiting for them to come home
a/n. i LOVED writing this. thank u, whoever u are 🩷
✯ esteban, matías, fran, felipe, enzo under the cut.
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you wanna use a dildo? he’d pin you down and show you how to use it properly — esteban.
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upon making eye contact with you, you know he’s not gonna forgive you for playing with yourself without his permission, for starting without him. before you know it, he has crossed the room in a few lengthy strides, within the blink of an eye, he pins you down against the mattress to show you how to use it properly.
and good god, he knows how to angle it, ramming it repeatedly inside you with such precision. how does it feel infinitely better when he’s using the dildo on you??
he’s too rough and he’s too enthusiastic with them. that silicon is no match for the bruising pace he uses on you. he likes to have you squirt and cream under his mercy, feel your cum drip down the dildo onto his hand while you cry because the stimulation is just too much.
even then, you still want more, you want him so bad, but he’ll just give you a condescending tone and be like, “oh is that right? hmm? you want my cock so bad?”
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his hands all over your body, they exist to stimulate you with pleasure — matías.
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he takes barely a few seconds to slide behind you to pinch your nipples, claiming your neck with his lips as you arch your upper body towards him. he has no sympathy.
it doesn’t matter if you’re completely breathless and calling him mean because he wouldn’t fuck you instead. he’d just give you some more teasing, “what a filthy face you’re making, dont you feel even an ounce of shame looking like that?”
you can feel his cock straining against his pants, throbbing and swelling with every shaky breath you panted, pressing against your back, hands mercilessly teasing your clit when the feel of him against you like that had another wave of wetness make a mess right there while he touched you.
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lays back to fist his cock while he watches you cum — fran.
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first thing he’s going to do is sit back and admire your body with a low curse. fran is quite patient, he is capable of showing restraint. he’d be taking in the entire view, his free hand wandering down to free his cock to the sight of your flushed face when you’re fucking yourself with a dildo while you wished it was him that’s giving you that much pleasure.
the singular thought of you being able to come without his touch, in what came with his presence makes him so weak. he’d make you sure you’re looking at nothing else but him, “no, don’t close your eyes. keep them on me.”
when you do cum, it’s a calm, slowly cresending orgasm that fades almost as quickly as it arrived. but still, it leaves you trembling under his gaze.
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films you to jerk off later 💯 — felipe.
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you bet this man will be praising you all throughout while he records the show!! he’s gonna be telling you how pretty you look and how much he loves watching you play with yourself. and you better be telling him how much you wish it’s his dick 🥰
seeing you play with toys is always an experience. however; watching that dildo work its way in and out of your cunt, laying on your back while vigorous thrusts test his pure endurance. your moans would soon be joined by his open mouth panting once the initial churn of his stomach went away, heavy balls constricting with the need to dump a heavy load of thick cum inside you.
this man is more than likely to bring out more of yall’s toys,,, and you’re gonna regret.
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silently thanks god for the beautiful view, before tossing your toy to the side — enzo.
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at first, he’d be relishing your sweet cries of his name. he tell you to stop, leans in to give you a kiss, all up and close, so close you can feel his cock twitch over your cunt, your toy immediately forgotten.
he towers his body over yours, bowing down to meet you, all but moan praises against your ear, wanting you to know what is racing through his mind the second his cock finally sheathes itself right where it belongs. it hits you with a wave of relief— after being unable to cum earlier, you feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm. your movements stutter and you press your cheek to his shoulder, panting and whining as you work yourself over the edge.
“that’s it, use my cock, baby,” he pants, throbbing within your spasming walls, “come for me.”
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a/n. ok i originally was gna write one sentence to describe each. but i couldnt stop ◡̈ 💦
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kimis-gloves · 14 hours
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Runnin’ Home to You: Part 2 - read pt 1 & 2 on ao3
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100 follower special!!
warnings: swearing, mostly fluffy plot and then they get it ON at the end, 18+/Mature Audiences. oral sex m!receiving, max speaking dutch😫
word count: 2681
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Max and Charles stood there. Charles was lost in the depths of max’s eyes, unable to find any words to say to him in this moment.
“I’m sorry I came so late. I didn’t mean to disturb you this way.” Max forced out, still unable to piece together exactly what he was doing inside of Charles’s apartment.
As Charles guides them back to the couch, he’s wondering what max could be apologizing for. Max was more than perfect for Charles and Charles would open his door for max at any hour for any reason, even if it meant pushing aside his aching heart to help someone whoo was a friend first.
“It’s okay, max. I’m not upset that you came. I’m glad you chose to come here rather than doing something dumb.”
“I dont know where I went wrong with kelly. I thought everything was perfect. I gave her everything she wanted, but in reality, I guess she just wasn’t everything that I wanted.”
“What do you mean max?” Charles questions, he along with everyone else, was under the impression that Max and Kelly were the duo, together forever, through thick and thin.
“I mean, is she inst the person I love, she int the person I long for after a hard race or a long meeting? Shas not the one I crave to smile and laugh with. I don’t feel the way about her that I feel like I should. I messed up so bad by loving someone who I wasn’t in love with. I dont know what to do Charles. Im for certain the one I love doesn feel the same way, and it hurts so bad. All I want to do is to show him how much he means to me, but I’m afraid that doing so will destroy my bond with him.”
“He?” Charles muttered, not even meaning to as he was so caught off guard. Max Verstappen is in love with a man?
“Yes, he, Charles. Im in love with a man and he doesn love me back, big surprise!” max said with a forced laugh, which wasn’t a laugh at all. Charles could hear through the laugh. He could tell that max was struggling so he could only do what he does best.
“So tell me about him,” he mumbled, with so much care to hear who this mystery man is that has max on such a grasp.
“Wha- Oh. Him. Well, to put things short, he’s everything I wish I could be. To me, he is my definition of perfect. Every moment I spend with him is like coming up for air after almost drowning. When I’m with him, I’m truly myself and I don’t see myself being that way around anyone else. The way he stares at me when we’re side by side, the look of hope in his eyes, just begging for me to let him by one time, hoping for a chance at something..”
As max carried on, Charles began to wonder who this person could be, he almost starts to get jealous that this person has obtained so much of max, parts of max that Charles thought he would never see until his thoughts are cut short by something max says
“... And god does he look fucking stunning in red”
And that’s when it hit him. Max was in love with Charles, and Charles was in love with max.
When max saw how Charles looked at him after he accidentally blurted out a crucial part of Charles’s identity, he feels his breathing start to deepen and his heart race faster than he’s ever gone in his car.
“Well, he sounds like a catch,” Charles chuckles with a quick wink in max’s direction.
“Yeah.. he really is, I guess”
“So, what are you going to do about it? You can’t know for sure until you ask him yourself and honestly max? Youre amazing. You have the best qualities a person could have, personally and physically. He would have to be stupid to not feel the same way about you”
Max hasn’t noticed how close Charles really is to him. He can hear the soft sounds of air escaping from his nose. Charles’s silence is something he could drown in for an eternity.
“Max, you okay? Do you nee-”
That’s when it hits max. Charles was talking about himself, of course he was! How could he have not noticed all along, how perfect Charles was with accepting him into his home in the darkest hours of the morning. He cuts the blue-eyed darling off with something Charles finds to be unexpected from max, to be so upfront with what he wants.
Max cuts off Charles with a kiss, not as passionate as max had hoped but soft and delicate, enough to hopefully convince Charles to kiss him back.
And he does.
Charles cups his hands on max’s jawline, opening his lips ever so slightly to invite max in. max adds a touch of appreciation by embracing the kiss and tasting the freshness of Charles’s mouthwash. He can’t help to think to himself what kissing Charles would be like when his mouth tastes like max.
As they come back up for air, the heavy breathing and light pink flush on Charles’s cheeks drives max absolutely mad.
“That’s what I’m going to do about it,” max utters, barely over a whisper as he can’t believe he just kissed the love of his dreams, and he kissed him back.
He finally admitted it. Charles thought all along that he was just being delusional, or crazy. But he knew that the way max grabs onto his waist way too early for way too long for a podium photo, or the way max smiles and blushes while he’s spraying Charles with the champagne of winners. Even how he chooses to talk to Charles over everyone else when he has the chance to. It was so obvious, but everyone told Charles not to believe what he thought. Max enjoying the view as drips fall from Charles’s features a bit too much, looking more Charles than Charles ever has.
But max however, looks fucking amazing right now. Lips puffy and panting, cheeks covered in a mild blush, and looking at Charles like he might explode if he doesn’t kiss him again.
So he does. Charles goes back for the second kiss. More desperate than the first and both clinging onto each other with a deep need for each other on themselves. Max pushes Charles lightly to lie down on the couch, but Charles insists on taking max into his bedroom as he would rather not fuck his dream guy on something that would take impossibly long to clean up. He’d rather wash his sheets. Charles finds himself getting off track as he’s leading max down the long hallway towards his bedroom.
Max admires the art Charles has displayed on the walls, as he also noticed Charles’s beautiful piano in a separate room along the way, he’s wondering just how beautiful Charles would look spread out, bent over the thing he adores so much, but not nearly as much as he adores max.
As soon as they both step into the well-decorated room, of course Charles has better taste than I probably will ever have. Max is thinking to himself.
He’s standing shyly in the middle of Charles’ room as Charles, painfully slow, makes his way towards max, resting his hands on max’s broad muscles.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to tell you how much you are to me,” Charles says, voice deep and rasped with desire.
“What do you mean?” max knows exactly what Charles means, he just wants him to say it so that it can be real.
“What I mean is, I have had my eyes on you for so long, our entire lives max. What I mean is I have watched you grow into who you are and I’ve only fallen harder and harder as times gone on. The amount of nights I’ve spent thinking about the way you touch me with what I was made to think was simple innocence, friendly rivals, was actually so much deeper, and that means more than anything to me right now. More than a championship, more than my seat at Ferrari. I will do absolutely everything to make sure you are loved every day and to protect you and our relationship. Whether that means pretending like nothing has changed in front of the media, I will do it because if it means I get to have these moments with you, then I will do it happy.”
“Charles, i don't know what to say or how to say what i want to”
“Dont say anything, just fucking kiss me right no-”
That was everything Charles needed. He didn’t need words from max to know he felt the same because the way max immediately grabbed onto Charles’s waist, the familiar touch feeling so much more intense right now than it ever has bin. It’s filled with need and want from max, almost as if he’s hoping to never let go of Charles for the remainder of his lifetime. His tongue diving deep into Charles’ mouth, tasting everything Charles had to offer as if it was his last meal. He quickly pushed Charles onto his bed, letting him get himself comfortable before putting his obviously larger body on top of Charles’s.
“Youre wearing too many clothes,” Charles demands
“Oh- Okay..” max stumbles back, balancing himself somehow on his legs, which felt like jello after hearing everything Charles had to say.
“We don’t need to do anything. I do not want to pressure you, but you should know I’m a virgin”
Max was surprised that he was shocked at his. He didn’t want to assume anything, but he had thought Charles would’ve used his beauty to his advantage by now.
“I was hoping someday, this.. Would happen. I guess I was right,” Charles said with that cheeky smile that always made max go crazy.
“Well lucky you charlie, I am too.”
“But I thought you and kelly-”
“Never, it never felt right to do it with her. But this?? This feels so fucking incredibly right, Charles. I can’t explain, i just need to show you..” and that he did as he quickly removed the remainder of his clothes. Charles finds himself staring in awe at max’s built figure. Broad shoulders and a perfect shape, thighs that could kill him if he wanted to. Max feels his desire as he mumbles.
“hall die eraf” - *take those off*
“English please, Maxie,” Charles giggles, but blushing at the sudden rasp max’s voice always has when he switches to dutch
“I said take those [clothes] off. I don’t like to repeat myself so I suggest you listen close, charlie.”
“Yes sir”
“Sir? Thats new,” Max hums
“Yes.. sir” Charles says in a more sultry tone, hoping to tease max as he drops his shirt off, leaving both in just their obviously sponsored boxers.
“Jij bent zo mooi charlie..” - you’re so beautiful
“Max.. I can’t understand you” Charles pouts as max takes a few steps closer to him, eyes roaming all over his lean but controlled figure. He really does look so beautiful like this, only for max too.
Max takes a moment to admire the Monegasque before he pulls him in for a deep kiss, this time not lasting long before max finds his hands trailing down Charles’s bare body, leaving soft but wet kisses along his jawline, smelling him in a way he never has before.
Before max could stop him, he found himself being pushed onto the bed by Charles, sitting as he watches Charles drop down to his knees, meeting the level of his thighs, he rests his head down on max’s thick thigh & max ruffles through his hair for a second before Charles starts to leave small kisses along max’s thighs, slowly leading up to where his boxers. Charles gives a max a look that speaks more languages than max can while he’s drunk. Max nods in allowment as Charles struggles to pull the tight boxers over max’s thighs and ass. Max’s already hard large cock springs out and Charles lets out a small gasp, in excitement and in worry as to how he’s going to fit all of the max inside of his mouth, let alone anywhere else..
Charles watches attentively as max’s cock leaks pre cum when Charles starts to lick the base of his cock.
“Charles, please don’t be a tease.. I promise we will have so much time to try things. I just want to feel you right now, please mijn liefje” - my love
“Yes, Max,” Charles spits as he takes Max's cock in his mouth. He sucks on his cherry red tip as he tastes the slightly salty taste of max’s pre cum in the back of his mouth. There’s nothing that tastes as good as max does, as well as there’s nothing that looks as good as max does. His breathing growing heavy as he takes in this fresh sensation that Charles was giving him.
“You taste so good, Maxie..” Charles hums before deciding he’s ready to attempt to fit max’s length in his mouth.
“You don’t have to take it all at once, i get it, its pret-”
“Youre so big, max, I fucking love it. I can’t wait to feel it stretch me out n fill me up with your cum” Charles says with a whine that leaves a chill up max’s back, worsening as Charles takes him in his mouth again, this time going deeper and deeper until he’s reached the slight fuzz of max’s cleaned up pubic hair. he smiles- or at least tries to when he feels the tickles against his face as he's mildly gagging on max’s cock, there's nothing that he could be doing right now that he would enjoy as much as this. he could live with max’s cock down his throat. After a moment of getting comfortable, Charles starts to move his head up & down along max, letting his dick lay flat and heavy on charles’ tongue. The more Charles starts to see how desperate Max is, the more he gives him.
“oh- fuck char- fuccckkk-“ max hisses as he cant even create a sentence when all he can think about is how fucking good charles feels on him.
Accidentally jerking his hips up, charles pulls off of him and continues to stroke his cock with his left hand and that's when max notices that charles has been jerking himself off this entire time, both are painfully hard for the other as charles gives max those doe eyes that drive him mad. It's not long before Charles goes back to sucking on Max's length when Max has to let him know that he's not gonna last much longer.
“charlie please, baby, i'm not gonna- hnnn- not gonna last much longer..” Max whines
Pausing for a second, charles says lewdly “please finish down my throat maxie, i need to taste every bit of you..” and with that max did. a warm surge of thick & sticky fluid runs down his throat and as charles swallows it max cant help but stare in awe at how almost innocent charles looks after he just fucked his dick like that. soon after charles finishes himself and finds himself laying with max, not a word said but they know by now that words aren't necessary. they already know.
“Cha-“
“Quiet max, please. Its 5 in the morning, im fucking spent. Get some rest and we will talk about all of this tomorrow”
“Alright, Goodnight Charlie”
“Goodnight max”
With that, they both drifted to sleep with limbs entwined with limbs. heart beats & low, synchronised breathing filled the room along with an aura of belonging. This is where Max wants to spend the rest of his life, with charles. vulnerable and raw. all will be complete in the world of max verstappen as he sleeps, unknown to what would happen when he woke up.
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thank you so so much for 100 followers! i appreciate every one of you ❤️ i really hope you guys enjoyed this, i had fun writing it:) please lmk if you would like to see more of this duo & look out for new content soon!
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hopeyarts · 3 days
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Here’s a little opinion I have about why Star came down from the sky to help out Asha. Or maybe this is just a little interpretation from late night thoughts.
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So we all know that Asha sang to the sky about wanting more for the people of Rosas, such as getting their dreams and wishes back (even tho they live rent free and everything). Nevertheless, her wish is selfless and is focused on everyone else, not herself.
The scene where she meets Star and she says “I just want their wishes to have a chance”, in my opinion, proves that selflessness.
Asha knows what it’s like to have a wish/dream crushed. When she was younger, all she wished for was for her father Tomás (yes that’s his real name. It’s in the art book of Wish), to get better from an illness. He never did and died when Asha was 12. So we can speculate or obviously consider the fact that Asha’s primary goal is to make sure no one (in the safest way possible, because she knows there are bad wishes- she’s not dumb) experiences that loss and pain. That’s why she signs up to be King Magnifico’s apprentice, not because she wants Sabino’s wish granted. She even says “that’s why I want to work for you” to Magnifico after his speech to her during the interview.
Yes, I will admit that her asking Magnifico to consider granting her grandfather’s wish was a little out of line but in all honesty we’d all do that (unless you have hella anxiety about asking for things then ayy same). But in truth she never demanded it, she simply asked him to consider granting his wish. She was open to the possibility of him not granting her grandfather’s wish because the key word is ‘consider’, but didn’t expect the whole keeping most of the wishes thing forever- which is why the argument occurred. They both got valid arguments ngl.
By the way, before anyone attacks me- I love both characters deeply and I think they’re both right and wrong and that the conflict could’ve been solved if the wish system was reformed and more clear. Not everyone is just good or just evil (no one is a villain in this movie, man, really it’s just the damn book. They’re all humans who think like humans and act like humans). Again, I adore them both. Anyways- I think I’m losing track.
So we know that Asha’s goal is to give the people of Rosas a chance to pursue their dreams themselves. Imo, that’s entirely selfless. And as for those bad wishes, Asha is aware there should be a regulation for those and should be stopped- so of course, she’s advocating for the good wishes. I know some are vague but- okay that is for a different possible post. I’m going to get on with the deal between Star and Asha.
Asha is selfless, period. She never wants something solely for herself and she barely even thinks about what she wants for herself only. She even got a magic wand twice and tried to reject it the second time she got it. Yayay selfless heroine. I’m sorry it’s late at night right now.
The moment Star comes down from the sky is seemingly the first appearance of a wishing star ever. At least to the kingdom of Rosas that is. I like to think that there are multiple stars out there and this one seemed to hear Asha’s pleas. My belief is that the more selfless, kind-hearted, and passionate a wish is… the more likely a star will actually come down to help you out.
LIKE WITH HOW FAIRIES ARE BORN IN THE TINKERBELLE MOVIES WHERE A CHILD’S FIRST LAUGH BLOWS AWAY A DANDELION SEED AND A FAIRY IS BORN- oh my god that’s genius. Now I like the idea of these wishing stars being born from selfless wishes 😭 I need to sleep.
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(some disney concept art from idk where i just thought it was pretty. Not even sure this is wish bruh)
Also the fact that Asha’s father was a philosopher who talked about stars all the time, and taught Asha about the stars. We know all about that ya’ll I don’t gotta explain. She wished to the sky for a while now that I think about it.
Yeah that’s all I gotta say for that. Gonna also clarify that I recognize that Asha is a little naive in the movie, but she’s not purely dumb- maybe another post for another day idk. I love her anyways (don’t worry I love Magnifico, I choose both of their sides but this isn’t about him. If you think i don’t like him istg I love magnifico i think about him 24/7 on the dot every hour help me).
My thoughts are a little jumbled, but I’d like to put out more posts on my interpretations despite my worries. I’ll try my best to get my words out, but at the end of the day, this is all fictional and all in good fun. Good night ✨
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(would the plants be sad that they can only sit in one spot now that they’re conscious or something?)
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joonsproperty · 11 hours
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taehyung x fem!reader (nsfw)
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authors note: for @ohsweetmimosa thank you babe! (sorry it's short)
tw: rotting romance, soft!tae, mention of sex outside, clit stimulation, kissing, what else ?
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He swayed you left and right. Your bodies connected perfectly under the moonlight as light jazz played in the background.
He made sure not to step on your bare feet, as he had on his shoes. He kissed your neck, your lips, your hands. He was so intimate.
You wore the soft, silk, pink dress he had bought you a couple days ago. He wanted to save it for a night out. But you wore it anyway, seeing you're just dancing in your back yard. You were happy.
He whispered, "sorry I didn't take you to dinner tonight."
"It's okay, this is all I ever wanted." You put your lips to his neck and stay there for a moment.
He swayed you left and right, putting his hands all over your body. He pressed his hand on your lower back to get you closer.
"Such a pretty girl." He mutters, pressing his chest against yours. "No matter how much I spoil you, you'll never be ungrateful for something so little."
You giggled softly, "I can never be ungrateful. This is more than enough..."
"You're such a beauty. But your personality is even prettier." He kisses your nape, leading his kisses lower, over your breast.
You gasp a little, humming as you feel his hands grope your ass gently. All you could do was close your eyes and keep swaying to the music.
He chuckled, "keep playing it off, I'll show you exactly what you need without you even needing to say a word."
His words made your knees weak. You lean on him and he takes you; wrapping his arms around you and breathing slowly in your ear.
"Don't tell me you wanna...do it outside." You seemed to be embarrassed.
He chuckled again, "Oh, sex? Of course not."
You go red once more, unable to control yourself. Your body was choosing over your mind. You needed him without truly knowing it.
"Tae?" You pant a little.
He hums, looking at you. He sees your desperate eyes, begging for him in ways your words couldn't.
"I know sweetie." He pressed his lips on your neck as he slid his hand up the slit of your dress where your thigh was. He gently pushes your dress up a bit to get his hand where he needed to be.
He was quick with it, putting his hand into your underwear and cupping your soaking cunt. He looked down at you.
"So wet." He teased you with his words, more than his hand. "Made you wet just my a small conversation?"
You let out a shaky gasp, "Taehyung-"
"Shh, let me-" he rushed his middle finger up your glossy folds and hit your clit gradually.
Your legs tremble, "mmh!"
"Shh, shh. I've got you." He brushes his lips against yours, teasing you more by refusing to kiss you. "Feels good, huh?"
You nod frantically as you feel his fingers go a little faster. He circles your clit, making you cry loudly.
"Ooh!" You grasp his shirt, feeling weak again as a wave of pleasure shoots through you. "Taehyung!"
"It's okay, cum." He says, still circling your clit. "Cum whenever you feel the need to."
His kind words struck you, but to top it...you felt his lips suck on your neck. He left a mark but you couldn't care less.
The feeling of his hand working on your sensitive area, it was pure to you. You tried your best to keep your moans on the low. But you couldn't help yourself.
"Taehyung-" you whine, putting your lips to his neck to avoid your screams. "Mh so close baby."
He chuckled, "that's it, baby cum."
You whine, groaning onto the warm skin of his neck. He kept a good pace on your clit, holding your waist to keep you upright.
"Ahh-" you squeezed your eyes shut and felt a rush of pleasure hit you. All the tension in your belly was finally released. You came.
He kissed your lips, "good job baby."
"Oh my god-" you pant, trying to breathe through your calming climax.
He smiled, "so pretty when you cum baby."
"You said no to having sex outside, then you play with me?" You seem a bit baffled by his actions.
He scoffed, "now, I just stimulated your clit. I didn't fuck you did I?"
You go red. You didn't expect his quick response to be so mean, in the kindest way possible. If that makes any sense.
"You want me to, sweetie?" He looked down at you and saw the tip of your nose go red just as well as your cheeks.
You stutter, "w-well, i-"
"Tell me what you want baby." He whispered lowly, putting his hands over your ass again to tease you.
"Yes..." you say, "fuck me please."
He smirked and put you over his shoulder. You squeal playfully. He gives your ass a little spank making you giggle.
"Taehyung!?"
He chuckled, "stay still so I can get you to the bedroom, mh?"
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iarinatil · 1 day
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fernando alonso x reader( smut)
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your dads friend
you had know fernando for about 2 years when your father became friends whit him and since you had develop a crush on him
since you live far away he barely came to visit but when your parents decided to go to an event and call fernando to monitor you he accepted right away 
when he arrived you were on your bikini in the kitchen eating an ice cream and watching your phone aware that this may cause him to lose it a bit
he looked you up and down and shiver went down your back
-hi preciosa- he said in that thick spanish accent that turned you nuts 
-hi nando- you replied while going to hug him his hand traveled to your waist making you jump a little bit
-we are going now, fernando don’t let her sleep to late- your dad said
-dad you know i’m 21, right?
-i’ll make sure she’s tucked in by 9- nando said while giving you a smile, you hoped he would tuck you at night 
when your parents left the house you started to give little hints to fernando about what you wanted to happen, he had got them but decided to ignore them, after 1 hour of you too alone you sat on the kitchen counter while he was cooking something  
-stop doing that- he said while looking at you in the eyes
-doing what?- you said manteining eye contact
-you know what your doing-
-this?- you said and grabbed his hand and placed it on you waist 
-fuck y/n, fuck- he said before kissing you
it was not any kiss it was a hungry kiss, you had wanted it for years and now it had finally happened and by the way he was graving your ass and pushing you against the counter he had wanted it too 
-fuck nando- you managed your slip between the kiss 
you then broke the kiss and focused on his neck, god formula 1 drivers really have big necks 
-fuck, you are amazing at doing that, keep going bebe - he whined and that was all you needed to leave a mark on his neck
then your hands traveled to his pants, taking off his belt and his pants leaving is hard cock right in front of you
-wow- you said and he grinned at your response to seeing his cock
you then spited on your hand and started to give him a handjob while he was gripping the counter as you took him in your hand and then used your mouth 
-dios mío, don’t stop- the spaniard said has one of his hand left the counter and went straight to you hair and made up a ponytail and pushing you to take him completely 
-i’m gonna come y/n, fuck, don’t stop-
he was moaning, you couldn’t believe it the man you had thinked about while in your room alone was moaning because of you
he then came in your mouth
-you don’t have to swallo-
you stopped him before he continued becouse you swallowed it entirely and then got up and kissed him but he had his mind in something else
turning you around so your back was facing the counter now he grabbed you by the ass and sitted you down and took the bottom of your bikini off
-i want you inside of me daddy- you said while he was kissing your neck making him stop
-did you just called me daddy?- he asked whit one of his hands on your inner thigh and the other on the counter
-maybe, do you like it?
-love it- he continued to kiss you and then alined his cock whit your entrance and slowly entering you
both of you moaned at the felling of him inside of you, while you graced his back and scratched the samurai tattoo that he had in his back that you loved 
you too standed still for a few minutes before he started moving inside you
-so wet for me angel- he said while a few moans escaped his lips, you couldn’t even speak at the pleasure you were feeling then he became rough after seeing you take him entirely inside and making you moans his name out loud the neighbours must have heard you
-oh nando fuck, please please-
he whined when he heard you beg him for more
-fernando- you moaned whit out shame, everyone should know who you were fucking in your parents kitchen counter
you felt your climax near when he took one of his hands and started touching you g spot, god he knew what the fuck he was doing
-y/n i’m close, want to come whit me?- he asked while thrusting into you evan harder than before you thought you were going to go crazy, all you could do was nod 
a few more movements from him and both of you came at the same time, the room filled with moans and gasps for air
-fuck maybe you should come babysit me more often- you said still whit you head on his shoulder and hands in his hair
-we have all day- he grabbed your waist as you laughed and wrapped your legs around his waist he then took you to your bedroom…
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renren-006 · 3 days
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SkyScraper | Peter Parker (AG) x Fem Reader
plot: peter or more so spiderman saved your life...you got curious as to whos under the mask
warning: violance, fluff
word count: 949
a/n: heyyyyyy!!! going to be trying out some new story ideas and please don't feel afraid to ask for request or to comment!! i want to hear if you guys want more of these characters!
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Peter had always had a crush on you, but because he thought you walked on sunshine, he never told you or said anything to you. He always watched you in the halls and admired you in class, but he never got the courage to talk to you until he saved you one night. Although it wasn't Peter, she thanked him.
“Oh my god, your Spider-Man” you said, clutching whatever it was in your arms. Your dress was flowing in the wind but you felt so hot underneath the masked stare. 
“You alright miss?” Spiderman, Peter, asked you. His thoughts were running wild; wanting to take you home, go beat the guys up that got their hands on you, and kiss that scared look off you. 
“I am now,” you said, shaking.
“You want me to walk you home,” he asked you; a nod was all he got in return. He proceeded to let you lead the way as he strolled behind you, making sure no one else dared walk up to you. No one did, of course, and you felt entirely safe with Spider-Man's presence behind you. He felt familiar, like a boy you knew who watched you in the hallways. You finally turned to see him again when you reached your door. 
‘Thank you…Spider-Man,” you told him; he nodded his head and was about to launch back into the New York neighborhood when you asked. “You remind me of someone I know.”
“I'm sure I do” He said. He sounded nervous. 
“His names peter….” you said, “‘Peter Parker. I know he watches me, and that he likes me. I also know he lives close by” telling him these things made the masked man shiver. How you knew, he wouldn't ever know unless he asked
“Well goodnight Y/N” he said and swung back to the skies of New York. you watched the boy swing away, wondering how he in fact knew your name. Unless this masked hero was in fact Peter Parker. 
The next day Peter showed up with a bruise on the side of his face and a busted lip. The more you started paying attention to the boy in front of you the more the identity of the masked web slinger became more clear. That entire week the number of unexplained injuries started adding up. The naps in class were more regular this week compared to the ;ast and his watchful eyes on you were less frequent.
Friday came around, and you decided that sneaking out of your house to find Peter or Spider-Man was a good plan; you didn't realize how wrong you would be. You walked around the streets of New York in jeans and one of your good jackets, keeping the chilly breeze off your skin. You didn't notice the three guys following you until one of them kicked a can, and you whipped around to find them only a few feet behind you. You ran, you refused to scream hoping to lose them. You kept zigzagging in and out of different alleyways when you made the mistake of running into a dead end. Seeing you stuck, the three men turned down your ally and smirked. However, they didn't get far before a web attacked itself, the wall beside you, and Spider-Man swung down. 
“Ya know, running after a girl into a dark alley is really rude of you guys” he said, before they started charging at him. “Wow you guys cant even punch” the fight ended soon after that and he walked over to you.
“And what are you doing out here?” He asked you. 
“I know,Peter,” you told him. He stumbled over his feet when he walked over to you. 
“I don't know what…” he started to say before you walked over hands outstretched towards his mask which he didn't stop until he grabbed you and launched to the roof of the building. Once you landed you stubbled away. 
“Don't do that” you told him, clutching your chest. 
“Im sorry, Im sorry” he said walking over, you put your arm out.
“If you're not Peter and I'm an idiot, just tell me. Don't make this…” You stopped, not really knowing where to continue. You didn't want to feel like a fool thinking Spider-Man was Peter, but the signs kept adding up. “You're not,” he said, shedding the mask and revealing that it was Peter underneath. He had scratches down his face, probably from some other fight. You moved towards him; the beating in your heart had calmed down from the launch but was now racing from seeing Peter's face. You brushed a hand over his cheek. 
“Does anyone else know?” you asked him. 
“Just you” he said, still watching your face Pete walked back. You were forced to separate your hand from his cheek. “How did you figure it out?”
“You're not the only one that can watch their crush Peter” you told him. “The naps in class, the busted lips or the black eyes, or even the lips when you walk around school” 
“You noticed?” He asked walking back over getting closer and closer to you. “You have a crush on me?” “I was worried about you. Yea I do”  you told him. 
“How long?” 
“What?”
“How long have you had a crush on me?”
“A few years” you told him. “You were the bad boy nerd in my class who never listened when told not to skateboard and who always pissed off Flash for no reason. You intrigued me, and you were cute”
“Well, I'm glad I intrigued you,” he said, leaning into that tall building in his Spider-Man suit and kissing you.
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k1rishiki · 2 months
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ok fr last one but there's actually a bootleg of my school's anastasia and i'm linking it bc you all NEED to understand that my infatuation with this one girl's voice which started when i was in the 6th grade and still hasn't really worn off isn't based on nothing
#brielle's the one in the n95 mask (the video is too grainy to actually make out any of the ensemble's faces but she stands out)#and i'm the in my 'teenage tboy's diy first short haircut' era in every scene she's in#apart from everything abt the girl who plays anya. the tea on everyone else is that our director liked the boy who played gleb's voice so#much that she actually lowered some if not all of his parts to be in his range. the guy who played vlad was a total diva and uhm. the phras#'peaked in high school' has been tossed around at him a lot. and the fact that he came back to sub the year after he graduated isn't helpin#his case. also he pressured the girl who played anya's grandmother into wearing old age makeup + spray her hair grey bc he decided he was#going to wear it and since she's supposed to be older than him she had to too and used to waltz into the girls' changing room whenever he#wanted. everyone was like super shocked during auditions though bc we all thought he was a shoe-in for dimitry esp since seniors get#priority casting bc it's their last chance. but at callbacks (we had singing auditions via video and dance auditions in person and callback#were tacked on to the dance auditions) he kinda flubbed his song and then this freshman. who was with us via google meet bc he literally ha#covid at the time absolutely blew him out of the water and i remember walking away w brielle like 'holy shit [first name] [last name] just#lost a part to a freshman' (he's the kind of person you just have to full name otherwise it sounds wrong). that said i do think he made a#much better vlad then he would've made a dimitry and while he is. a lot. he's always been nice to me and i did briefly idolize him and his#stage presence way i did anya's singing voice but that faded when i got into hs and started actually observing his prima donna ways#(the one production we were in together before in middle school we didn't have any scenes together). the girl who played the grandma#actually shouted me out in cast circle and that's the only time that's ever happened to me. also i'm p sure her dad is/was dating someone m#dad and by extension myself work with so that's. Oh My God. like she (the one who works for my dad) brought him w her to a comedy show as i#think her bf but i'm not 100% sure and when he found out what school i went to he mentioned his daughter went there and despite the fact#that i basically have a script for when people ask me that question bc i do NOT pay attention to most of my fellow students and don't know#anyone i was like 'holy shit' bc i actually did. hm what else. the guy who played the tsar and i used to shittalk bad period dramas#backstage during the first part of act 2. also during the press conference scene i need you to picture all the bolshevik soldiers and#romanov royals doing the macarena behind the curtain bc that was absolutely what we were doing back there. speaking of the press conference#the really high singing w/o a clear source was actually anya standing behind the curtain on the other side of the stage bc she's the only#one who physically could sing the part. also in regards to the bolshevik soldiers. we were originally supposed to have wooden rifles but fo#some reason our director took them out so we had to just walk menacingly towards the romanovs. you can't rlly see me that well in that scen#but that jacket would NOT stay closed and for 2/3 performances i had to awkwardly hold it closed the entire time. luckily the one that was#filmed was the one where i was smart enough to bring safety pins and also saved like all of the ballerinas bc their costumes all started#falling apart at once backstage.#romeo.txt#theatreposting
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dirt-str1der · 1 year
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I dont care about majima x sagawa btw but i care a lot about their relationship regardless because i want them to have the most toxic dealings and skewed power dynamics with each other as possible and i them both to have increasingly warped perceptions of each other (worlds most incorrect uncle-nephew relationship)
#Listen to my problems#sagawas like majima chan i bought pudding for you since chewing is hard right now and majimas like (muffled) can you kill yourself . and#sagawa is like (laughs) keep up that tone and ill break your jaw again#like obviously sagawa isnt doing charity work putting majima back on his feet because majima has to pull his own weight too but over time#majima became less of an ‘investment’ and more like his hotheaded young apprentice / nephew who is really smart (sagawas very proud of him)#but also doesnt know anything good for himself because hes an idiot and sagawa needs to do everything for him sometimes or he’ll pull the#most ASININE stunts imaginable. like kid i do Good by you and you do the same for me as long as you keep your head down and run the grand.#he cannot fathom why majima wants to claw his way back into the tojo because sagawa Knows shimano and he Knows that shimano is bad news and#will definitely send majima into the jaws of death over and over and seriously what a WASTE of good talent !!! unfortunately majima is the#same type of stupid as his oath brother but it doesnt mean he wants to see the kid get himself killed (wise words from a man who got himself#killed) | and majima ... it was not difficult to start going crazy about sagawa at first sight because he just came out of a very violent#place where every touch meant more torture and pain then suddenly hes being put in the capable hands of a man whos like a fucking angel#sagawa feeds clothes and bathes him and majima cant help but act like being cared for is the worst thing thats ever happened to him theres#too much touching and hes completely dependent on sagawa who checks his weight daily and changes his bandages and cleans his leaky infected#eye and he wants nothing more than to be left alone but he cant do anything by himself and hes too devastated to be grateful. its gross !!#and whenever he inevitably breaks the hell down sagawa is always there to hold and comfort him and what the hell else can he do but seek#comfort in the only person that ‘cares’ about him when sagawa is so good at pretending ... is he pretending ? who gives a fuck anymore man#sagawas punishment and comfort all in one ... hes a means to an end .. hes majimas caretaker and his gaoler. the guy who knows everything#about him and the one who’ll use every last bit of it against him oh god wait#this is just isabelle and emma damnit damnit im gonna go read purromised neverland again
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todayisafridaynight · 11 months
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SO! I've wanted to talk about The Clip all day but felt like I should wait until the tumblr "premiere" (even though I think you were literally one of the first people to see it on Twitter lol). Thank you for defending my honor btw even if I am just Someone <3
But. Yes. Yeah. Yokoyama's absolute certainty in saying that??? Without anything to even buffer it? No maybe. No "don't expect too much." Just point-blank in front of a huge fan (whom I believe he's now going to be working with), a staff member, and a massive audience. As if that part isn't the matter of contention. I WILL be injecting those words directly into my veins for some time.
I was on the verge of choking and/or spewing blood and/or crying before posting it though lol, so I really appreciate the vote of confidence regarding the translation and I love your redraw! The reception as a whole has been really nice, although I wish people would keep it to themselves if they'd rather have Nishiki or Ryuji back or whatever. Not like it's a race, but even if it was, Mine's been in last place for ages lol.
And while I enjoy Y3's writing more than most, Mine's death wasn't some Grand Meaningful Statement, it was the decision of a fledgling studio that never knew if it would be able to keep making these games trying to tell a self-contained story. It did have far-reaching consequences for the series, but those consequences are also... not really relevant anymore?
Like, I can and have argued that Mine's death caused the fall of the Tojo Clan, but the clan has already fallen. So I don't see why some people are acting like revisiting his character would be A Spit In The Face to the saga somehow, but I guess I've never really been against characters being brought back...? A quote from the staff that's always stuck with me from the staff is that RGG is always going for RGG-ism, not realism.
Ranting aside... I honestly don't know if I should be saying this, but there's this new guy working the counter at Survive in some LaD8 behind the scenes footage. Now, upfront, I'm 99.8% sure it's not Mine (I happen to have a 100% accuracy rate so far identifying major RGG characters from extremely blurry images and silhouettes lmao), and I have no idea who it is, whether it's a new character or an old one heavily redesigned or Just Some Guy.
But he's not Kashiwagi. And he happens to have slicked-back dark brown hair with what appears to be an ahoge in some angles. And, unless the materials are temporary, he also dresses A Lot Like the celebrity Mine's design was based on. And his features... line up closely enough to piss me off, even though they don't fully match in the end, which is why I don't think it's him.
I'm in argumentative essay mode 100% of the time which is why I'm saying this in a "convincing" tone despite literally not believing it myself, but like... wouldn't that be something? To just have Mine part-timing at Survive or whatever and no one makes a big deal of it because they don't know any better? If nothing else, I really do think he should get The Bartender Treatment.
I dunno, I might post about it with a comparison tomorrow because it's been on my mind lately, especially with The News, but I really don't want people to get the wrong idea either. Or embarrass myself if it was too tenuous of a link to look that deeply into from the start lol
I remember seeing it two minutes after you posted it, so I can imagine I was one of the first to the scene of the crime (so my friends put it LMAO). AND OF COURSE I- and a lot of us- can't be any more grateful for all the work you do than we already are. I'd go insane trying to document and manage everything you do! especially when you have insane people like me ready to pounce on the smallest thing like I know I'd cry FJLKAJ The least I can do is give a proper title/credit to you when I can o7
If Yokoyama had any remaining hesitance about Mine being alive, then he REALLY would have fumbled by sounding so certain. Like in his old tweet, he certainly sounded more ambiguous, but this time he really had no extra notes and sounded more sure of himself. I won't expect RGG to do anything with Mine, but the concept is still very much exciting and the idea that Yokoyama almost seems earnest about the idea of bringing Mine back for whatever reason is very nice to know :] And thank you about enjoying the art I did! I can't lie in the slightest, since the last ask where you alluded to posting the clip, I had that drawing saved in the back of my head ready to make once you had that posted LMAO
But oohh not to touch drama since I generally try to Not touch it, but yeah I can't act like I haven't seen some people be. ""Interesting"" about the idea of Mine being alive. I won't dive too deep into it, but I think my major issue with the few grievances I've seen is that RGG hasn't done anything with Mine's alive status. As of right now, it's just a thing Yokoyama said, so I don't understand the need to be so angry about it (it's especially weird to say Ryuji hasn't been back when he not only got to be a playable protagonist in Dead Souls, but he was also the protagonist of RGGO- though I suppose I can understand wanting him in the mainline series again. Still, it's weird to act as though Mine's back any more than he is and being upset about it just because Yokoyama said he was alive)...
Moving on though, I'm really curious as to this 'mystery figure' you mean. I've been missing out on LaD8 production material, so I haven't seen this bit myself but I'd love to take a stab at it and analyze myself too. I agree though: if Mine does come back- whether he's working at Survive or anywhere else- I would greatly prefer if he had The Bartender status and was just never really called attention to and only existed in the background
#long post#snap chats#it'd be hilarious if mine came back and he was just there... just slap glasses o him and call it a day#like pleeaaasssee that'll be so funnyy if he does come back in LaD8 i dont want a dramatic reveal or whatever#i want the exact same shit like with kashiwagi just have the gang like. visit daigo and co at the security company#and the bitch at the front desk You Wouldnt Fucking Believe It Oh My God#i'd laugh so loud oh my god pleaaase yokoyama do it. you should also make ryuji just a random takoyaki salemen in 8#just so we're covering our bases here because im a ryuji-just-sells-octopus-balls truther#oh but on Mine's Death Fucked With The Tojo i definitely support the notion that he was a huge. Forgive The Pun asset to it#like i guess there's a lot of speculation and suggestions- at least on my end- when it coems to mine's importance#i mean we KNOW he was incredibly impotrant financially if katsuragi was anything to go off of#and listen ik i make the Widow Daigo joke a lot but geniunely i can imagine if daigo lost someone close to him he wouldnt be 100%#liiiiikkee i'll reserve the rant/ramble for my Daigo Essay but im just saying it cant be easy running a ship on your own with no real peers#yk cause pretty much everyone was older than him or only there for an ulterior motive and Blah Blah ill save the rest for another day#im rambling as is LMAO and i dont wanna say anythin FOOLISH#but yeah on mine coming back tho i dont think itd really tarnish any kind of thing his death could have done#like he died. or 'died'. 15 years ago (at the time of 2024)#the tojo's long gone by then it's been gone for five years at that point so it's not like mine would just Resume As Usual#he'd be starting over just as much as the other tojo clan members are yk what i mean#like i really cant think of. what else mine's death has done for the franchise that wolud be 'undone' if he was back#so yk. Why Not. it'd be funny and i think that's the only thing that matters ☠️ my dedication to the bit lets me forgive Insane Shit LMAO#but thats enough blabbering from meeeee thank you for writing in !
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astrxealis · 1 year
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started rereading the pjo series the other day actually wawawa still my favorite fr it means the world to me :(( but yeah also! rewatched big hero 6 and ngl it probably really is my favorite movie for many personal reasons hehe AND THEN also watched the first part of hamilton on tv w my parents they loved it hehehe
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#okay that's all just a quick update on me and my life since i loveee to share all that#OKAY OKAY THOUGH YEAH i really love my (extended) family. i am super shy but you know what i love them sooo much#i already miss my aunt so much sniffs the whole holy week break felt like a dream tbh. i loved that she came over and etc etc#and also brought her (GAY !!) friend and then idk she's the best and so supportive and i came out to her right. first one irl. means a lot.#but yeah having experiences w her (esp her gay guy friend tho) meant a lot to me LMFAO idk it feels like those. crush feels but platonic#anyway <3 idk what else. uhm. yeah. that's basically it#oh an old friend from middle school dmned me bcs my personal instagram note was a rainbow flag and heart face so . yk#i came out to them back then and they're on the lgbtq community too so HELL YEAH sorry it's been days tho and i haven't replied back aha#you see. i am a mess. i haven't gotten to a lot of stuff especially because i for some reason have this. i need to. you see#i need to... if i am doing something i have to put in All My Effort. so i am literally reading everything my teachers give and say#and. literally everything. and i am definitely FAR far away from getting near to finished but hell yeah RAGHHH#I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE CONCERT NEXT MONTH OH MY GOD IT'S IN LIKE 3/4 WEEKS NOW ONLY WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK#my dad has been listening to the 1975 tons (he said he has now listened to all their songs. idk if thats true but i think so)#idk yeah just makes me happy uh etc love family etc motivated but a mess uh etc. goodnight
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exoexid · 10 days
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the suyeol lore is so crazy
#their relationship is so interesting to me like aoughhhh#like you see subaek and even tho they don't talk a lot on camera (most of the time) those two get along so well#they understand and respect each other so much they take their job very seriously and they're actually good friends as a result#suyeol on the other hand is 12 years of slowburn like it's crazyyyyy#you admire him and believe in him like no one else does and then you discover that he isn't that great actually#so you get disappointed and distance yourself and then you both are in this weird limbo for years as you grow up#and slowly but surely you rediscover how your relationship works because both of you are adults now and now we're here#like yeah suhito was stressed back then the context was not great for a leader AND tao was still with exo so lmao pcy could fend for himself#so i get ittttt they were going through it but. i need to know what he said to pcy like oh my god was it really that bad 😭#i wonder if they've ever mentioned it 🤔#writing this bc i just remembered that one time they had to describe e/o and suho was like#“you're my cute dongsaeng i admire your talents so much and oh btw you're not uncomfortable around me these days right? uwu”#LIKE ??? KING YOU CAN'T SAY THAT AND LEAVE US IN THE DARK#(<- they totally can it's not our business lmao)#idolization to tentative ''''enemies'''' to coworkers to friends to good friends is crazy#i need to look into this properly omg let's do some research#anyways i want a subunit :) they can be called exo sc too sehun won't mind bc these are like his favorite people in the world!!!#idk i find the exos and their bond so interesting because you truly have it all with them there's a whole spectrum of friendships#and i appreciate that it's not like with b*s & taegi (if you don't know who they are... let's keep it that way <3)#because those two were just too different to get along. it was extreme. but bighit forced it so much it was painful to see sometimes#and then the hawaii trip came and they painted it like a ''see? after this trip they get along so well now <3'' moment#1. girl let's be serious for a sec 😐 and 2. it's not our business!!!!! focus on making good music!!!!!#i'm so glad exo didn't have to go through something like that bc i just know that they'd have disbanded by now sjfsifjsk#the saranghaja sprite isn't that intense we lovr freedom of choice (keeping in mind that they were under sm) <33333#so YEAH. can you guys tell i can't sleep hehe :)#dara.t#suho and chanyeol
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theood · 2 months
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Lol
#////////////////////#////#///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////#//////////////#i feel like a waste of space and a leech on resources.#Im so fucking dumb and stupid. I don't do anything right. I have no passion. No energy. I'm lazy as can be. Can't get a job. Can't hold a#job. Can't do anything steady to save my life. I'm fucking worthless. I feel so stupid. I can't maintain friendships. There's nothing in my#eyes when I look in the mirror. I'm already dead. I'm just letting myself rot at this point#I'm jealous. I'm stupid. I can't hold a fucking conversation to save me. Im not trying hard enough. everyone else had actusl real problems.#oh you're depressed in mommy and daddys house where you pay nothing at all? fuckong grow up you bitch. that's what you are. a fuckong dumbas#s bitch Elias. Fuckinh look at yourself#i should have just gone to college *** ****** ****** like god intended me too. I've know since 4th grade I don't know why I even bothered as#i got older. it'd do my friends a whole lot.#its so fucking tempting to just delete everything and not ever talk again. Im never gping to achieve anything becuase I was fucking dumb ass#kid who didn't apply himself. boo hoo you struggled in school everyone else did too. you're mot fucking special. you don't have anything#wrong with you. you just want attention. Get hit again bitch and maybe you'd grow a fucking spine. Look at yourself. Almost 21 and you're#nothing but a fucking cesspool of waste. You're disgusting. Nobody actually wants you and you know.#im so fucking tired of it all. I should have gone several states away and never came back. There's nothing for me here. There never was and#there's never going to be because nobody wants me. not any person not any job. not anything#its a chore to be around me and everyone always makes better friends and connections that aren't me because I can't be a fucking normal#person. * ***** **** **** ** *** *“” **** **** ** ******!#none lf my relationships last because people see through my bullshit and jump fucking ship because its the right thing to do. ***'** *******#**** ****** ******!! Why bother with me. *** ******* **** *** **** ****** i know it#elias.zip#even if i get a job I'll still be fucking miserable because thats all my life will ever be. miserable. it's never going to start to get#good. ever. I'm not meant for anything. not meant for this.
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“Too fucked out to reply, sweetheart?” Simon teased, nipping at the skin at the base of your throat. “Nothin’ else you want to yell at me for?”
You let out a groan in reply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you held onto Simon’s shoulders for dear life as he fucked up into you. “F-fuck you, Si.”
“I’m trying, love.” Simon nipped again at your throat, eliciting a yelp from you. “You come home all mad from your bad day, and take it out on me, huh? What did I do to deserve the attitude, sweet girl?”
“N-Nothing!” You panted breathlessly as Simon continued to ruthlessly pound into you, his cock hitting spots within you that you didn’t even know existed.
“That right?” Simon threw you a smirk, before stalling his hips completely, his cock resting motionless inside of you. “You just needed someone to take your bad mood out on?”
“‘M sorry, Simon.” You moaned, squirming underneath your boyfriend in hopes he’ll start moving again. “Please.”
“Nuh uh, you’ve been bratty. You want to be fucked? You gotta do the work yourself.” Simon flipped the two of you over, smirking as you now sat perched on top of him. “Go on then, use my cock to make you feel better.”
You pursed your lips together in frustration, your nails digging into Simon’s chest as you lifted yourself off his length, before sinking yourself back down onto it. The stretch of him inside of you never failed to make your mouth water. “Oh my god, Simon.”
Your nails began to leave crescents across your lovers chest, marks Simon would be sure to flaunt later. You set a steady pace, the only thing mattering in that moment being your inevitable orgasm.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Simon praised, his eyes locked onto the divine sight of you fucking yourself on his cock. “Keep using me, go on. Make yourself cum.”
As Simon’s fingers squeezed at your hips, and his low grunts and groans filled the room you felt yourself growing closer to your high. His cock was sinking deep within you, causing your mind to run blank.
And with Simon’s sweet praises falling from his lips as you came undone on top of him, the entirety of your shitty day was long forgotten.
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A/N: excuse the double post- been in a bit of a writing frenzy.
Planning on taking a break for a little while soon, wanted to thank everyone again for the support💕
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