#fucking. let him rest. for the love of god

[hearts4chriss]

𝑷𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌! 𝑩𝑭!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 + 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍! 𝑷𝒐𝒄!𝑮𝑭

𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 + 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐩𝐨𝐜!𝐠𝐟

where do I even begin

the second he gets between ur legs it’s over he’s munching.

Loved when you close your thighs around his head from overstimulation.

Will eat you out until your forcing his head away and even then he’ll still continue until you use ur safe word

The more you pull on Chris’s hair, the faster he moves his tongue and sucks on ur clit.

Will do the occasionally of tracing things with his tongue such as..

“Chris” “my girl” “my pussy” “princess” etc

LOVES when you squirt all over his face and he always lets you know.

“Fuck! I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean-“. He cuts you off by slapping ur thigh

“No please never apologize, that was hot as fuck”.

big fan of face riding, he loves being able to grip ur ass and rock you on his tongue moving at inhumane pace.

“I-fuck Chris I-I can’t much longer-“. You’d moan out as his hands grip ur ass while holding you down tightly lapping up all of your juices.

“Mmhm god you taste so good-“. He groans into ur wetness before resuming eating your pussy

When you try and lift ur hips Chris slaps ur ass before going quicker.

You’ll have tears in ur eyes from the pleasure and it fuels his ego to keep making you feel good.

Is down for eating you out ANYWHERE

under the table acting as if he “dropped something” you’ll be dripping in no time.

He’ll even pull you into a bathroom stall because he saw you bend over revealing ur lace panties and couldn’t help himself.

“Mm look at that pretty pussy, all for me hm?”. Chris whispers while going on his knees behind you running his thumb over ur cunt as you whimper with sensitivity.

“O-oh Chris please-“. You push ur ass back towards him and after that he was a goner

ALWAYS complimenting you.

“God you taste so good baby”.

“You have the prettiest pussy”.

“Mmmhm love this pussy so much”.

“Give it to me pretty girl, all over my face”.

“Could listen to those beautiful sounds all day ma”.

ADDICTED to shaking his head in it like a fucking dog 😛 grazing his nose over ur bud each time

Will eat you out till ur juices are literally dripping down his face chin neck ALL of it.

Always leaves you with shaky legs and changing the sheets.

When Chris gets in a bad mood you always know that him eating you out is enough to make him feel better.

Would eat you out for breakfast lunch and dinner if you let him.

“Chris! F-fuck- okay!”. You’d try and mutter out but the pleasure felt so good.

“I’m not finished with you sweetheart, this pussys too good”. He’d whisper into your wetness before diving back in.

Sometimes he’d tease by kissing and sucking on ur inner thighs but normally he camt even help himself, I mean you pussy is right in his face.

sometimes he gets worried he did to much when he sees you shaking and tears down ur face.

“Shit shit are you okay baby?”.

“Please talk to me”.

And you’d roll ur eyes quick to reassure him your okay l

“m’ okay..just tired-“. You’d yawn tiredly unable to really make much of what’s just happened but you sure as hell enjoyed it

“Aw c’mere sweet girl, I’m gonna take of you, did so good for me” he’d plant kisses on ur face gently picking you up making his way to the bathroom

Aftercare!

Run you a bubble bath with ur bath bombs and would clean you up slowly as ur still sensitive

Would have your pjs ( his t shirt and ur panties ) ready for you as he’d help dry you off leading you to the bed

The rest of night would contain of you cuddling into his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear lulling you to sleep

a/n- heyyy everyone! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I promise I’ve been writing I just took a very long break due to me graduation and I’ve been exhausted with school work but since I’m OFFICIALLY A HARVARD STUDENTTTT, I plan to be more active and I will have a panty soaking fic out soon 💋💋

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[wroteclassicaly]

18+

A/N: After hours filth. Your boyfriend catching you getting off.

~*~

You should’ve known that your idea would’ve gotten you into this predicament. Caught red handed, legs wide open and knees cool from tile flooring, thighs aching with twisted blood rush. The silicone is pressed deep inside, your hands still resting on your nipples - just how he found you. It’s not hard to decipher what’s going on when he blinks the sleep from his eyes, caramel tresses in disarray, chain nestled in his overgrown chest hair, bare feet, and a pair of his black briefs, ones not concealing a damn thing, especially now.

“What’s this?” He questions, that honey heating up, rasp still clinging to his tongue.

You know he’d never shame you or control your pleasure, despite you being a couple. It’s a playful curiosity, yet one that borders on jealousy. Steve Harrington, with twitch of his jaw that makes that mole dance, those lips look more pronounced as he licks across them, tongue lolling out so far that it reaches his stubble bitten skin — is jealous of your dildo.

“My toy.” Is your soft response.

He shifts in the doorway, his length growing beneath the fabric, pressing uncomfortably. Bare feet pad on the floors until he’s kneeling in front of you, tilting his head to see you spread around it. And god, when he looks at you, nostrils inhaling, pupils blown so wide that remaining sleep curls away like wafting smoke, a thin amber ring surrounding an enriching black ink. You find yourself holding your breath as he leans in, nose nudging yours, breath hot on your mouth. His hand raises to cradle your cheek, thumb pad brushing ever-so-lightly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I…” you accidentally move on the toy and let out a gasp into him.

He pretends to mock, mouth finding that space behind your ear that makes your hands drop from your chest and reach for his shoulders, digging in.

“You, what? Hmm, honey?”

“You’ve been working, so I just didn’t want to take your sleep away from you, baby. That’s all.” It’s the truth, one that has Steve softening, his gaze filtering back to your own.

“You could’ve used your smaller toys, or your vibrator. I wouldn’t have mind if you stayed in bed with me while you played with yourself, sweetheart.”

Your legs tighten around the length, a whine escaping your throat. An uncomfortable echo. You have to move. You know what will ultimately satisfy you. He knows it too.

“Or is it that you just had to have something inside of you?”

“Steve…” you dig your nails into his shoulder blades and he takes the opportunity to move his hands, letting them slink around your lower back, before locking in tightly, pulling you up against his chest, your naked breasts dragging through the soft curls, his necklace draped across your collarbones.

Both of you so warm, panting, rocking into one another.

“Judging by the size, someone missed my cock, didn’t she?”

“I told you I didn’t want to wake you, please —“

“Shh, honey.” He presses a finger to your lips, his massive palm digging into your lower back, the other on your waist, and he’s lifting you a few inches off the toy, pushing you back down seconds later, his mouth piece finding your earlobe, letting you in on a secret. “Your pussy woke me up. So fucking wet that I could hear you in here.”

Your jaw drops open. “You know I wanted you, I just couldn’t wait.”

A nod that shakes strands across his forehead. He’s perfect as he rises above you, cheeks tinted pink, offering his hands to you, easing you off the cock as you stand fully.

“Jesus Christ, honey. Look between your legs, won’t even have to prep you.”

Embarrassingly, you do look down and catch a strand of creamy arousal drip from your cunt. But Steve loves it, hands shoving into the elastic of his boxers. You’re practically drooling, taste buds ready, saliva pooling across your tongue, settling in the corners of your mouth.

“How do you want me?” You’re immediately blurting.

Steve smirks that signature, shit eating from, strutting the two steps forward, pushing his hand across your cheek, some fingers splayed down over your neck. He taps several times, contemplating.

“I wanna see your face when I give you what you want, and I want to be the one that gives it to you until you’re asleep, for the rest of the night. Do you get it, honey? That okay with you? Just let me take care of you.”

You’re letting him direct you into laying back on the bed, legs wide open, chest exerted in excitement as you watch him peel down his boxers, sticky with desire, collecting over the head of his thick shaft. Absolutely beautiful. Red, dusted in beauty marks, that vein, all the way to those full balls surrounded by his bush. He is receptive to how your eyes light up, body shifting, face wrinkling in discomfort, the need to be taken, to have. He holds onto himself, watching you as he spreads that shine all over, working into his fist, his tongue collected at the side of his inner cheek, poking.

Both of you craving a little extra edge, he senses.

“You want this raw, honey? Just me inside of you, nothing else? Risking-every-damned thing.”

You incline your head at a rapid pace. “Make it happen, Steve.”

That’s all he needs to know.

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[nyttedryst]

This is wrong... completely wrong. Damn it, you're the devil. Kento's sure you're the devil because how else would he be able to even explain this feeling? The longing he feels whenever you're there, the temptation he badly want to succumb to.

This is a sin.

You're a sin.

He's the high priest of the whole empire damn it and you... you're the empire's infamous atheist. Everyone believe you're the devil but fuck the devil's hot. He have always been grumpy to you, almost hateful spitting out words that includes how you're going to hell whenever you wait for your religious friend. He's glad your friend's religious, because of her he have been able to see you outside every sunday.

"In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit." A voice echoed in the confessional, it's your friend ready to confess to the oh so pure and holiest high priest of the empire seeking for an advice. The same high priest they so greatly talking about, relentlessly thrusting, abusing his aching massive cock in the empire's atheist's cunt. The devil's cunt and he love every fucking second of it.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been two weeks since my last confession. These are my sins-"

The narrow space inside the confessional booth makes it hard to escape him...not like you wanted too. Your friend have started listing their sins, while the high priest himself is sinning. He sloppily reach down, rubbing on your clit as he's deep in your walls relishing how it tightens and beg for more.

Sweat beads drip down your forehead, your hair slightly damp with them as you hold tightly onto his back practically digging your nails into his back. You know damn well, your pussy's squelching already audible you don't need to add in that whimpers. His ragged breathing filling in the air with the occasional grunts and groans he let out.

His handsome face screams pussy drunk in every aspect. Just from how he closes his eyes or the way he seek for your lips, muttering curses and how good you feel around him.

"God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son-" He shakily sighed, starting to pray as a response to your friend on the other side. Your body shudders, struggling away as your orgasm neared instinctively reaching for his digits that's rubbing your clit trying to remove it.

He let out a 'tch' not letting you do that, his free hand taking hold of both of your wrists. You barely managed to hold back your cries of his name if you didn't bit onto his shoulder. His thrusts kept on, speeding up and growing rough as he pushed your legs higher wanting to bury his cock deeper.

"n-no- no-" you muffled trying to warn him before your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you cream, his hips stuttering burying himself deeper as he filled you up with his cum.

"Amen." He breathed out, a grin forming on his lips as he stare down and rest your still twitching body against his chest.

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[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 9th — lip gloss — 1017 words — cw: slightly nsfw brought to you by james' dirty mind, tw: amab term used for reg's genitalia aka mtf regulus, red heart shaped sunglasses and james potter's thoughts about kneehigh boots

The lights in their flat are dim, music is playing and the air smells faintly of tequila and lime already.

James has been staring at Regulus reapplying her ‘lip combo’ for the past five minutes without blinking. One could reason it’s because Regulus is literally using his sunglasses as a mirror but James argues he wouldn’t have let himself miss out on this for any money in the world either way. He would have found a way to get a front row seat.

The red, heart shaped glasses on his nose do nothing to help him see but that’s why he’s got his contacts in. There’s a cool hand at James’ stubbled jaw, angling him this way and that because Regulus needs proper lighting, Jamie. Stop moving into the shadow! 

First she’d fished around in her small ass purse—how does anyone even fit anything in these little things ever?—and procured a thin, dark red looking pencil of sorts. Regulus has gotten all up in his face, wiggling closer where she was sitting on his leg, rubbing her ass all over James’ lap and by God, James has never felt so lucky and tortured simultaneously. 

Anyway, Regulus had started following the shape of her cupid’s bow, outlining her lips. Her hand had rested right between James’ pecs at first to steady herself, right in the middle of his chest. James hoped she couldn’t feel the wild beating of his heart, the irregular heaving of his torso. She was talking to Pandora while doing so, about some mutual friend James has no clue about but he wasn’t registering any of the words either way. Much too fascinated by the small moles next to Regulus’ left eyes, by her dark lashes, her icy blue eyes. Ruthlessly captivating, breathtaking and immobilising like the bone deep chilling northern sea. 

James isn’t sure he remembers how to swim.

Next is a red lipstick. Regulus’ parts her mouth and James has to suppress a groan. He’s only mildly conscious of the way his palms make their way up over Regulus’ hips, coming to rest in the dip of her waist, thumbs windshield wiping over the silk of her green dress. It’s some sort of nightshirt, actually, with black lace detailing and clearly thrifted. Well loved but in good condition and James has been breaking his brain over what she might be wearing underneath for the better part of the last hour. Ever since Regulus had stepped over the threshold of their flat in her kneehigh boots and that flimsy excuse of a dress that James wants to see crumpled on the floor of his bedroom rather than anywhere else. Preferably while Regulus is splayed out naked on top of his sheets, tits out, cock out. The boots can stay on.

“Fuck,” present James mutters quietly, blinking himself out of his obscene fantasies. Regulus’ leg adjusts and brushes against where James is starting to fill out in his pants. 

James squirms.

“Stop that,” Regulus tsks, tightening her hold on his chin.

The yes, ma’am on the tip of James’ tongue nearly tumbles out but he manages to swallow it back in time.

James tries to glance around the general area around them out of the corners of his eyes, “Is your brother around?”

“Why?” she asks immediately. Her lips are completely filled out with a deep berry sort of red now. Then Regulus is digging around in her purse again.

“Just ’cause,” James replies offhandedly, shrugging.

Regulus hums, low and deep, sceptical and it’s so unfairly sexy. James licks his lips and sighs a long breath out. Level head, Potter, he tells himself. Level head.

The final step seems to be lip gloss. It’s not clear and translucent but rather has a bit of a milky quality to it.

James chokes on nothing. 

Regulus takes it up to her lips and spreads the fluid on her full red lips. It creates a foggy sheen and James is powerless against the mental images of cum slick lips. Both of their cum mixed, James licking it from Regulus’ stomach and then climbing back up. Hovering and tugging at her lower lip until she opens obediently like a good girl and lets James spit it right onto her mouth. 

Regulus leans closer and makes some little p-p-p noises where she smacks her lips together to even out the gloss, presumably. James doesn’t know. Don’t ask James anything right now because the gloss is kind of pulling strings and James is this close to doing something violently indecent to his best friend’s little sister.

Regulus puts the gloss away and then taps against James’ cheek, announcing happily, “Thank you.”

“Any time,” James mumbles.

He expects her to stand up now, join Pandora where she’s conversing with other people on the sofa, but instead Regulus wraps her arms around the back of James’ neck, keeping the close distance. “Y’know,” she starts, shifting in James’ lap, “I haven’t seen Sirius in a while. In fact, I think he might have gone off with Loopy.”

“Lupin,” James corrects automatically, trying to make sense of what Regulus is saying. She’s so warm and soft pressed against him, it’s distracting.

Regulus makes a whatever noise and tilts her head, “I’m guessing they went to his flat instead. Rumour has it, it’s close by.”

James nods in affirmation because that’s true. Remus does live close by.

Regulus’ fingers wind themselves into the curls at James’ nape, “Smart lads. Going somewhere a little more private.”

James nods again, numbly. He feels stupid in the head. 

“By the way,” Regulus keeps going, “Have I seen your room in this flat yet?”

And James might be stupid but he’s not an idiot.

A slow grin spreads over his face and then James has to lean forward to muffle an equally happy as aroused groan into the crook of Regulus’ pale neck. 

“Is that a yes?”

James leaves a kiss on her cheek when he pulls back, squeezes her hips and then lifts them both off the chair, ushering Regulus through the crowd and into his room.

When they come back out, Regulus’ legs are wobbly and there’s red lipstick stains all over James’ mouth and neck and the heady taste of cum in his mouth.

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[allocnddits]

PLEASE PLEASE ME mv1

summary: Max convinces you to try something new

wc: 2.6k

warnings: anal!!! unprotected sex

“Please, baby” he begged as you grew more and more impatient “I’ll be gentle, I swear.”

“Max, you can either fuck my cunt right now or not fuck me at all, just tell me so I can get my vibrator.”

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” he groaned as he started kissing your neck again “The day you let me fuck your ass I’ll give you the hardest orgasm of your life”

“I’m sure you will, love” you told him as he finally penetrated you.

Now that wasn’t the first time your boyfriend had begged you to fuck your behind. He knew you had never done it before but he had and had been trying to convince you ever since he got comfortable enough to ask. He knew you’d enjoy it. Max would often sneak a finger between your cheeks and massage your rim while he fucked you, it always made you cum instantly.

When summer break started Max decided to take you on a holiday. Beaches, drinks and teeny tiny bikinis. You were always wearing something incredibly short or nothing at all, parading around the hotel suit in thongs that left your ass completely exposed.

It was on a particular morning when you were wearing the smallest of your swimsuits and one of his linen shirts that he lost his mind. You were about to leave to the beach when he stopped you and lifted the shirt to check your ass.

“You’re so not wearing that out.” he pulled you close by the arm to kiss you.

“I so am”

“Na-hun” he mumbled against your lips “You’re staying in with me so I can take it off”

He walked back towards the couch in your room, sitting on the edge and plopping you on his lap. You smiled against his cheek and your legs wrapped his, letting his hands roam over your sides and down your ass. You attached your lips back to his as his hands cupped your ass tighter, fingers reaching under your thong to circle your hole. You jumped slightly at the contact, his cold hands contrasting with your warm skin.

“Max…” you warned

“Please, love” he kissed your neck “let me just finger you, show you how good I can make you feel”

“Okay” you sighed in pleasure as your hips moved against his.

“Okay? Are you sure?” he pulled away to look you in the eyes

“Yes, Max, act on it before I change my mind”

“So fucking demanding” he swore between his teeth before moving you off his lap and getting up. “Wait a second”

You laid back on the couch, watching as he walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Max started looking for something that apparently he didn’t find so he made his way to the other side. He opened the drawer and grabbed a bottle, he looked at it throughly and started reading the label.

“Oh my god” you mumbled “Max what are you doing?”

“I said wait a second, i’ll be right there”

You then watched as he walked into the bathroom and came out a couple seconds later, finally making his way to you.

“Were you washing your hands?”

“Well, yes. I was outside, you don’t want me touching you with dirty outside hands, do you?”

“No, sir, no need to get offended.” you joked, sitting up and pulling him closer to you by the hips till he stood between your legs.

You rested your chin right on the band of his shorts, looking up at him as you lifted his white tshirt, revealing some of his stomach and kissing it. He dropped the bottle next to you to run his hand through your hair and down to your chin, lifting it so he could lower himself to kiss you.

“C’mon, schat, up”

You shivered at the pet name. Something about the way his mother tongue was so guttural made you melt for him every time.

You got up with his help, standing up so he could take your seat and manhandle you into lying across his lap. He placed a pillow under your head and flipped your hair off your face.

“Comfortable?” you nodded “Need you to be relaxed for me” he told you, caressing your ass with his large hands.

“Okay” you said in a whisper.

You felt his hand play with your bottoms, tugging at the sides as the other hand still caressed your ass cheek. You wiggled into his touch, starting to grow impatient. He took your request and pulled at the side ties of your bikini, undoing them and pulling it off you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet, look what you did to your little swimsuit” he said and threw them on the floor in front of you, where you could see the mark you had left on them. He touched your wet cunt softly, making you lean into his touch, arching your back even more. “No need to be desperate, schat” he said before kissing and bitting at your cheek.

You groaned softly at the sting. Max’s middle fingers traveled up your perineum, pressing down slightly till he got to your tight hole. You felt his hands leave you for a second and then heard a squeeze of the bottle he grabbed earlier. He had squeezed the lube on his fingers and spread it around. making sure to cover them properly. When you felt his hand on you again it was his palm, flat on your back, under his shirt you had on, caressing and getting you relaxed for his other hand that made its way between your cheeks.

You sucked in a breath when his cold, lube covered fingers met your hole again but before you knew the coldness was rubbed away by him pressing tight circles around it. His left hand left your back once again to squeeze some more lube on your hole before he lowered his torso to yours to whisper.

“I’m going in now, ‘that okay?”

You nodded. It was a matter of seconds that he had the tip of his finger in you. You groaned at the feeling of your hole starting to stretch around him but he had barely made it in. He started pressing it further, trying to get is past your second ring but it was just too tight.

“Does it hurt, love?” you shook your head side to side “Then relax a bit more for me, schat”

He told you and started running his palm up and down your back again, it was an endearing touch and it really did help you relax, seeing that soon Max had his entire finger inside you.

“There you go, love, that was the first one” he told you, against your cheek before leaving a kiss to the corner of your mouth “Doing so good for me, zo lief, schat”

His whispers sent shivers up your back and he could feel it, all the little bumps against his palm. He started working the finger inside you, watching the way you had started to squirm slightly. Max waited and worked you until you were ready for a second finger, he could see it and feel it so he pulled out and put his two fingers together, pressing them against you.

“Going for two now, love, can you do it for me?”

You nodded against the pillow. Max watched your face as he started pressing the two fingers, looking for any signs that you might not be enjoying but all he saw was your flushed cheeks and your agape mouth. You did let out a grunt that wasn’t exactly of pleasure but it was followed by a grind of your ass up onto his fingers so Max didn’t worry too much about it. He pushed his fingers slowly till you swallowed them completely, a sigh of relief left your lips when you felt his knuckles against your ass.

“How are you doing schat? Good?”

You nodded again, concentrating on how thick his fingers felt inside you. Max had a cocky smile on his face, proud that he finally made you crack and let him do it. He pulled his fingers out slowly, fighting your tightness when he pushed them back in. By the time he was thrusting them in a faster rhythm you were grinding against his body thigh, your clit catching on his skin with perfect friction.

“Ma-max” you sighed “so close, fuck”

“I know, love, let go, yeah?”

The sweetness in his voice had you squirming on his lap, legs starting to shake as Max’s fingers reached deeper into you somehow, pressing a magic spot you didn’t even know existed. You came undone on his lap with an intense, leg shaking orgasm. Max had you moaning and squirming on his lap for a while before pulling his fingers out of you. He looked at your spent body noting how relaxed you looked, his hand still caressing your back.

“How are you feeling, love?”

“Good” you mumbled

“Just good? Do i have to go again to get a ‘perfect’?” he just heard a small hum from you “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Ready?”

Quickly, Max had his two fingers buried inside you again. He worked them in again before pulling out to join a third finger. He pressed them slowly watching you stretch to take them. You groaned into the pillow again, melting into all of your boyfriend’s touches when you finally felt his knuckles on your ass again.

“There you go, schat. Didn’t even struggle this time” He started working them inside you, in and out, slowly going deeper and deeper. “Think you’d be ready to take my cock if you wanted to, you know. I’d love to have you on my cock, schat. Wouldn’t you?” He asked right to your ear.

“Fuck! Yes” you breathed out.

“You want my cock, love?” he smiled, cockiness spread all over his face.

“Please”

He pulled his fingers out of you and helped you sit up on his lap. Max pushed your shirt off your shoulders and down your arms setting it aside and wiping his hands on it. You basically fell to his chest as he got up from the couch, holding you by your ass and making sure to grab the lube bottle. He laid you down on the edge of the bed, legs between yours, and tugged at the cords of your bikini top, easily undoing them and pulling it off.

“You wanna stay like this or get on your knees?”

You quickly gathered all the strength you had in your body to flip around and get on your knees, letting your torso fall to the bed as you arched your back. Max grabbed some pillows to shove under your hips and give you some support.

“Suck a good fucking girl” he mumbled, letting his hand come down on your ass with a smack that made you gasp.

Max was already rock hard from having you squirm non stop on his lap so he let out a sigh of relief when he pulled his tight shorts off, his hand immediately pumping his cock and covering it in lube.

“Ready, love?” he asked as his fingers circled your hole, making you shiver.

“Yes, please” you whispered.

He aligned himself to you, tip resting against your rim, and started pushing in, slowly. Max watched the way you stretched open to take him and how you whined at every single push of his. His hands spread your cheeks out, thumbs caressing them to get you to relax.

“Feeling good, schat?” you nodded “Good. You feel so fucking tight, love, can’t believe you’re gripping me so hard”

Max folded his torso onto your back as he finally filled you up, leaving kisses and bites to your back, waiting for you to get used to his size. His hands dropped down to your tits, grabbing them with each hand, fingers twirling your nipples.

“Max-“ you sighed.

“What’s wrong, love? Want me to stop?”

“No, please, don’t. Keep going, you can move.”

He lifted his body off yours to stand back up and pull his hips away from yours, his cock slipping out just for him to snap his hips back onto you. You moan at the first thrust, feeling your wall burn from the stretch. Max was slow, being as delicate as he could when he fucked into you.

“Max, please, pick it up” you whined

“Sure?” you nodded and he pushed harder into you, picking up a rhythm that he would usually have when fucking you. That’s when you lost it.

He kept hitting that same special spot that drove you to your first orgasm but this time with more precision and strength. You could feel your wetness pooling between your thighs and you figured Max could see it because he pushed two fingers (from his clean hand) inside you easily.

“Come for me, schat, can feel you so close, let it go. Be good for me, love” your boyfriend praised.

And you did. You came hard, squirming on the bed and letting your hips fall on the pillows as you squeezed Max’s fingers and cock. He waited for you to come down to flip you onto your back.

“So beautiful, so perfect, so good for me.” he mumbled against your skin as he kissed your neck. You pulled his hips closer with your legs, silently telling him you wanted more. “Are you sure, love? Can you take it?”

“Yes” you sighed, reaching for his cock and aligning it to your hole again. He smiled at how desperate he had gotten you and pushed in at once, making you gasp.

Max stood straight and threw your legs over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside you.

You started moaning, whining and mumbling uncontrollably and a little too loud, making him push two of his fingers past your lips. With every push of his hips you drooled over his fingers.

“So fucking pretty when I destroy you, schat. Taking me so well in your tight little home, aren’t you?” You nodded, trying to communicate the best you could.

You tried to tell him you were coming but it just came out as mumbles around his fingers right before you reached your high. You practically strangled his cock inside you making him come too. Your matching orgasms made everything more sensitive for both of you, legs shaking, toes curling and you couldn’t help but bite down on his fingers making him groan loudly when he let his body fall onto yours.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, darling” you apologized as soon as you came down, leaving kisses to the bite marks.

“‘t’s okay, love” he kissed your cheek and stood back up. “Gonna pull out” he warned and you nodded.

The sound he let out was truly pornographic but so was the view of his cum dipping out of your asshole. “God, i’ve never seen anything prettier. Hold on, I’m gonna get something to clean you up.”

Max came back seconds later with a hotel towel but it was too late, you had already dripped onto the covers.

“Let’s hope they don’t ask questions.” he joked, swiping the towel between your legs.

“If they do I’ll just tell them to look at how hot you are and they’d understand” you sat up

“Could say the same for you”

You reached for his softening cock and ducked your head lower to catch it in your mouth. Max groaned as you cleaned him up, a hand on your head to ground himself.

“That’s enough. God, you’re insatiable.”

#max vertsappen smut #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #a writes

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 11

Part 11:

Liana could easily say she would pay thousands of dollars to fly home on another day. But obviously she didn't have thousands of spare dollars, and the ones who bought her the plane tickets were her parents, along with Art's parents. Of course, seating them side by side the entire way from Stanford home.

Most of the semester she managed to avoid him. From time to time she would feel a scrutinizing gaze on her and knew it was Art, but every time she looked up to tell him to go fuck himself, their eyes didn't meet.

Now she has to spend several hours on the plane next to him, with both of them remembering the last time they flew together and she fell asleep on his shoulder. Both know she doesn’t plan on sleeping a single moment on this flight. There’s no way that in a moment of weakness, she will touch Art Donaldson by choice ever again.

Liana's leg shook uncontrollably, causing Art to sigh. He wanted to pull out one of her earbuds and tell her she could relax and that he wouldn’t bite her (no matter how much he wanted to). At this stage, he already thought it was ridiculous. Months have passed, and she acted as if he didn’t exist when they both knew that if they just talked about it, this horrible period would be behind them.

"I bought the snack you like with the jam." He couldn’t resist and pulled out one of her earbuds. His hand brushed her cheek for a second. If he were a stronger man, he wouldn’t have done it. But even if Art Donaldson is strong in most areas of life, he is very weak when it comes to Liana Levy.

"Can I have it back, please?" She asked with a coldness that never characterized her. Even before Stanford, when they were younger, and she tried to make him think she didn’t want any connection to him, she wasn’t cold. She would roll her eyes, go into tantrums, and distance herself as much as she could. She was never indifferent to him. He feared this indifference like a sheep fears a lion.

He put the earbud in her hand and left his hand on hers. She let him for a moment, and he closed his eyes, relishing the touch that lasted exactly three seconds until she recovered and moved away from him as much as she could. As if he might infect her with an incurable disease.

She took the snack he bought for her. Because if there’s one thing to say about Liana, it's that she can't give up her manners, and even when she’s furious with him to the core, she will do this small act to please him. It made his heart ache and kept him silent for the rest of the flight.

Again, like in a déjà vu feeling, her father was waiting for them, and they got into the car. "Liana, even if Mom acts coldly, it's not because she's angry. Okay?" Her father suddenly said, and Liana blushed. Art examined her as she shrank into her seat. "Can we talk about this at home?" She asked quietly, embarrassed by the direction of the conversation. "No, because Mom is at home, and Art is practically family. Right, kiddo?" Her father smiled at him through the mirror. God, how he loved her father and the small window he opened for him into her life. "Anyway, she almost completely fine with everything, and she even wanted to call a few days ago to ask how you were doing." Her father continued. Art didn’t know something had happened between Liana and her mother. "How long has it been like this?" He suddenly asked, his voice much more confident when her father was in the car because he knew Liana wouldn’t complicate the situation. Especially if she’s already in some kind of fight with her mother. "Since the day we talked about London, probably. The day Li flew back to Stanford." If her father could, he would give Art her entire life story at any given moment. He really loved Art as if he were the son he never had.

Art started connecting the dots; That’s the reason she came to him as soon as she landed that day. That’s the reason she seemed so shaken, and that’s the reason he thought she had been crying. She and her mother fought that day. A fight big enough not to speak again for months. And instead of supporting her and insisting on knowing what happened, Art made that day even worse.   The thought that Patrick was going to erase him from her life sharpened at that moment. He knows Patrick would’ve read the situation better. He knows Patrick wouldn’t have acted the way he did that night. Art knows Patrick is selfish in every aspect of his life, except for Liana. While Art happens to be the most selfish when it comes to Liana.

Despite Art’s grandmother ruining all her birthdays throughout her life, Liana loved her as if she were her own grandmother. That’s how she found herself in a car with Art Donaldson, on the way to her nursing home. Because she couldn’t leave the country without seeing her, and Art... well, he heard about it from his parents and said he would drive her because he also wanted to see his grandmother. And once again, only Liana knew that Art was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

"Are we really not going to talk the whole drive?" Art asked. He was dressed nicer than usual and smiling more than usual. On another day, Liana would have found his smile charming, but the last two weeks at home had been filled with silent fights between her and her mother, who probably wouldn’t forgive her in her lifetime. Right now, Liana wanted to wipe the smug smile off Art's face with a slap. But she wasn’t a violent person, so she simply turned up the radio and looked out the window. "Are you planning anything for your birthday?" Art asked, turning the radio back down to its original volume.

"Tell me, is this a mental illness? Are you bipolar or something?" she retorted, only causing his dimple to become more pronounced. "These are really concerning mood swings, I recommend you check it out and really shut up for the rest of this trip that I don’t even know why you joined. You can visit your grandma literally any other day and not with me like a psychopath." She mumbled the last part, causing Art to chuckle.

"Is it amusing to you, Arthur?" she asked, genuinely unable to read the person in front of her. A person whom just a few months ago her instincts betrayed her and made her think she knew all about him.

"It amuses me that you're trying so hard to hate me, Li, instead of taking a moment and talking to me." He said with feigned calmness. Art knew he was getting close to the point where Liana wouldn’t be able to resist and would just spill everything that was on her mind. He knew that from the moment it happened, it would be easier for him to deal with her. He knew that from the moment she started showing him she was angry at him and not ignoring him as if he didn’t exist, he would be able to turn things back.

Maybe not to Christmas when she was completely his, but before, when she looked at him and really saw him. When she cared for him because he was sick. When she came to some of his practices. When she was an inseparable part of his day. If she'll leave when she was at that point again, maybe Patrick won’t be able to take over what remained of her feelings for him. Maybe he'd have a chance to be in her life.

"You’re delusional." She muttered, turning up the radio again. "You look beautiful today. All this to impress my grandmother? You know she already loves you." He turned it down again, still amused. Liana sighed and rolled her eyes. This was going to be a very long drive.

"Jessica, you look amazing!" Liana said and hugged Art’s grandmother. His heart filled in a way he didn’t know it could. How did he never notice? How did he not notice how much attention Liana paid to such an important figure in his life? And so for a few hours, they sat and played cards and Scrabble with his grandmother and her two friends, and they listened to gossip about the seniors at the nursing home. Liana was so good. So attentive. So present.

"Lia," his grandmother started when the three of them were left alone, "at your wedding, I won't be there, but say a few words about me so that Art’s grandfather hears from his grave and gets jealous." She tossed it out casually. As if everything in this scenario was self-evident; It was clear to her they would get married, it was clear to her she wouldn't be there, and it was clear to her that her deceased husband would hear.

Art chuckled quietly, watching Liana and seeing how red she was. Even her ears had changed color.

"Don’t worry, Grandma. We’ll talk about you the whole event." If he had been less smug about everything, he would have shut up. But he couldn’t stop himself. He had to see if he could make her blush even more. If there was another button he could press to make her release what she had against him, so eventually he could get back into her life.

"When Art gets married, Jessica, you’ll be there and hold his hand. And at my wedding, you’ll be the guest of honor." Liana said, trying to steady her voice. Art chuckled. The shameless bastard just chuckled. The look Liana shot at him would have killed any sane person. But Art didn’t consider himself very sane at that moment, and certainly not someone who feared an angry look from Liana Levy.

"She’s dismissing you, Arthur. What are you doing about it?" His grandmother looked amused by Liana’s embarrassment and Art’s feigned indifference. "Don’t worry, Grandma, I’m on it," he smiled and hugged her.

"Lia, promise me you’ll keep calling me even when you’re far away and fall in love in Europe," Jessica looked at her with a penetrating gaze. "Yes, Lia, promise her." Art said, causing her to look at him for a moment. At this stage, he wasn’t sure he would survive the day, but it would probably be a sweet way to die. "Jessica. If until now I’ve called once a week, without missing, nothing will change that." Liana hugged her again, and they moved towards the car.

"You're calling my grandma once a week?" Art didn’t know this. Why didn’t anyone tell him this? He wanted to scream. Since they were kids, Art was sure he wanted to be much closer to Liana than she wanted to be. And that was fine, he got used to the piercing looks, sarcastic words, and eye rolls. Stanford changed that. Stanford made them equals. They saw each other in the same way. They wanted to be close in the same way. They were in each other’s space. For him, Liana's change happened at Stanford. The change happened this year. And then he discovered things like this. He discovered that Liana was calling his dying grandma once a week and helping her pass the time.

"Can you fucking answer me?!" He raised his voice. He didn’t want to raise his voice. But his patience for the silent treatment, his punishment, had run out. He felt like a little boy who was told to stand in the corner for four months and expected not to explode.

"Arthur-" she sounded bored when he cut her off. "Art." He said firmly and made a sharp U-turn on the highway, driving in the opposite direction of their home. "What the fuck?! Art! Where are you going?" she asked, a bit scared by his change in approach. He didn’t answer her and continued driving until he stopped in a place empty of people, surrounded by sand with no building in sight.

"Where are we, Art?!" she asked for the umpteenth time.

Art got out of the car and closed his eyes, breathing heavily, hearing her get out too. "I'm not joking with you. Take me home. Now!" She crossed her arms under her chest, and he approached her, invading her personal space.

Liana managed to see his eyes up close for the first time in months. They were filled with tears. Her initial instinct was to reach out a hand to his cheek, but she restrained herself from moving. Their breathing was heavy as they examined each other. Art's first tear fell on his cheek.

Every bone in Liana's body screamed at her to hug him. Every internal and external limb of hers burned with the need to ease his pain. But she knew he didn’t deserve it. She knew that whatever was happening now, Art deserved to feel it.

"Please, Liana." He mumbled. His voice was broken. This wasn’t how Art planned this day. He planned to dress nicely, drive to his grandma’s, remind Liana of all the things he was good at. Remind her that he was much more kind than he was mean. Instead, he was crying. Instead, he was looking at her and realizing that in a few days she would leave, and maybe he would never feel the same way for anyone else. Maybe he didn’t want to feel all these emotions for anyone else. Maybe only with Liana could he feel so much.

Art slowly dropped to his knees. Not taking his eyes off Liana. Her breathing became even heavier, and her eyes filled with tears too. She had never seen such a thing. A person willing in the middle of the street to drop to their knees before another person, while in tears.

"Art, get up..." she mumbled, wanting to look around to see that no one was coming, but afraid to take her eyes off the scene before her. Her instinct won this time, and she placed both her hands on the sides of his face, wiping away the endless tears, while Art, like an addict to the feeling, leaned into the warm and gentle touch with his eyes closed.

"Do you even know what you did to me?" she asked, and he opened his eyes, looking at her with longing. With a desire to absorb everything she had to say to him. "You ruined me, Art Donaldson. You broke me." She said, and he stood up slowly. "I'm sorr-" he started, and her hand found his cheek with force. Liana wasn’t a violent person. Liana is not a violent person. "You have no right to ask for forgiveness." She stated. "That was the first time I slept with someone, Art." Her voice sounded like the cry of a wounded animal. "Did you think about what such a formative experience would do to my sex life? Did you think about the trust issues I would have? That I would never be able to trust anyone like I trusted you?" She cried so hard she couldn’t resist his embrace while his crying intensified.

"I will never be able to behave the way I behaved with you. You used me to get back at Patrick. You used me to win a competition only you participated in." She pushed him a bit away from her, and they stood facing each other again, both trying to breathe. After a few minutes of this, silence and piercing looks, Art dropped to his knees again, and Liana looked everywhere but at him. With the last of her strength, she tried to resist the magnetic pull Art Donaldson has on her. "Li, look at me." His broken voice commanded her without commanding, he couldn’t command anything for anyone. He was on his knees for her. "You're pathetic." She said. Without blinking. She never talked like that to anyone. All he could do was nod and hug her leg while she looked up at the sky, again with tears in her eyes, running a finger through one of his curls. "I will be good. I promise." He said what he demanded from her every time they were intimate with each other. Their gazes crossed once more, "I will be good even when you’re not here. I will be good for you."

HEYYYYYYYYY How are we doing with that gap of 2 days? I hope it was worth the wait. I hope that you're not getting tired of this story yet 'cause I'm still obsessed with them all, but I don't want you guys to feel like I'm dragging the entire thing. Patrick and Liana are going to London in the next part. Who's excited??? You're always welcome to the comments or the ask box and have a chat with me. also, taglist is open if you want :)

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#art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #art donaldson #patrick zweig #challengers fic #the time of our lives

[nalyra-dreaming]

COMMENTS on 2x05 - SPOILERS ahead, obviously^^

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First off - this episode made me throw out some things out the window, and rearranged some things, confirmed others - HOLY HELL. A lot of screaming this time, the comments are a bit incoherent because holy fuck. I will need a few days to rearrange stuff after this lmao. . . . . . . . . . .

the (hot) bantering that Daniel does not buy once more

loved Daniel honing in on the change in narration

“narcoleptic pull of the sun” for the younger vamps… I guess that is how they adjusted the lore

MALIK - oh he’s LUNCH. Armand is fucking playing with his food, and honestly, that is quite the… well. Sadistic hunt, to be frank. Supposedly of course those who “deserve” it, but it really reminds me of the “hunting evildoers” they do later, and who they then put into the dungeons for easy snacking

“half in love with an easeful death”

“his methodology is never violent” 💀 (just fatal, depends probably on how you define “violent”)

God Daniel remembering and how they did that is CREEPY

The piano notes - pushing our noses to the important bits, oof

Daniel thinking they had sex (and the reactions both in the past and in Dubai, lol, cute!)

Louis “dined” almost every night he was there….

Mhhhhh Louis’ fangs, and Daniel shaken to the core

Daniel telling Louis he was lonely HIT

“naahhhh”

Them quoting the book there - I love it. Whole passages just recited from the book. Louis reading Lestat for filth, lol - love the dynamic he and Louis have there, lmao.

Oh Louis, sweetie. The way he halted, when Daniel said he was his “first love”

Ah, that is interesting, Daniel questioning Louis not going with Claudia after that bench… “the only choice, the wrong choice” (!!!)

“And then what” looool :)))

Daniel playing the extended file.

OMG

OH MY GOD

Armand going he is at home and always cleaning up after Louis

LOUIS going at Armand for being BORING. Holy shit. “dull as fuck”. “Suffocation by the world’s softest, beigest pillow.” OMG. I know it’s not funny, holy shit, but the DELIVERY?!!!! Oh yeah, Louis loves crazy and apparently he misses it - badly. “Did you want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight”!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Armand mocking Louis “oh it’s so hard to be me” - “It’s so hard to be me” oh my fucking god

AND THEM MOCKING FUCKING THEIR PASTS

AND ARMAND TELLING LOUIS that Claudia did not love him, not like Lestat did, not like HE has. …..

AND OH MY GOD - it’s the Merrick reveal!!!!!!! Of her hating him. Of him having lost her and Lestat. Oh he’s HEARING her calling him!!!! IT’S FUCKING MERRICK in a mixup with the Tulane draft of Armand saving him then (without the Lestat involvement!) FUCK!!!!! I fucking love/hate the writers!!!!!!!! I KNEW THEY WOULD GO THERE BUT HOLY SHIT LIKE THIS???????????

Oh god the wounds. The makeup artists had fun oO.

Ohhhhhhhh Armand is … hurt there. And not having it. Ugh, I get him, but holy shit

Oh hell, the music, and Daniel being slammed around in punishment for Louis!!!

Ohhhhhhhh Armand is full on “gremlin” there. Terrifying shit. “Rest”.

Fascinating, indeed. On all levels, lol. While Louis is screaming in the next room.

“A splinter of coldness in you”

The emotion in “Louis thinks I’m boring”. Ugh.

Armand starting to tell his story, and then breaking off - oh, god, I want him to tell his story to Daniel later, please. Please let it be Daniel in the show, not David.

Love it that Louis and Daniel try to remember pushing their feet into the little rocks next to the tree

Daniel seeing Armand trying to communicate

And HOLY SHIT - that image of Louis in the coffin?!? Tell me I’m not the only one seeing the similarities???? oO

Armand calling out Louis there, deliberately calling Lestat trash, and OH MY GOD Armand theorizing that is why Louis wants to do this, to get the book out?!! To MAKE Lestat chase after Louis because of it!!!!!!!! God the way they call back to the original novel plot lines is AMAZING I literally screamed at that.

And oh my god, the way his voice breaks on the “insanity” part, on “if you want to escape from this prison of empathy I’ve locked you away in” - holy hell. And that small smile.

And him offering to reach out to Lestat for Louis and then NOT TELLING WHAT LESTAT SAID AND CUTTING IT OFF!!! GOD DAMMIT ARMAND. AAARGGHHHHHHHHHH. And the way Lestat’s voice is shaking with fear there. And then screaming!!! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?! WHY IS ARMAND KEEPING THEM APART?!" AND HOW????

“… have I atoned for my part in Paris”. Ugh.

Armand slowly and gently spellbinding Daniel there was almost beautiful.

And then Louis, NOT asking. And the dynamic changing, immediately. … brutal. Armand’s face there.

And then, and then Daniel suddenly knowing what the words meant, and then. The memory making sense. THEN them both knowing Armand fucking meddled with both their minds. The proof of the fucking “tinkering”, both only having a “truncated version”. “Same precise edit, on two brains.”

And god, Armand coming back, and Louis MIMICKING HIM.

Louis’ face.

GOD YES. HE IS PISSED.

HOLY SHIT. 💀 (again) A lot of my theories are evolving now, with them having pulled up Merrick.

With Armand knowing where Lestat is, and not relaying the message as promised.

With Louis now knowing Armand influenced his mind as well. Holy shit.

They should have called this episode “No Pain” (All the pain). -.-

And the preview, of the blood, and Louis comment of “can you imagine me without the burden of her”.

The BURDEN of her.

Ouch Louis. Just… ouch.

EPISODE INSIDER

“It explains the betrayal” …. (see below)

“It explains everything that is going to happen”(!!!!) Mark Johnson once more.

“The relationship[] has all kinds of problems, many of the same issues he had when he was with Lestat have resurfaced.” (!!!!!) 💀

Assad: “Armand is always conniving. He is always working, and I think that is also the tragedy of him, it’s that he can’t ever relax with the truth.” HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Jacob: “It’s kind of the biggest betrayal, isn’t it, when you choose to spend your life with somebody, you accept each other. I can’t think of a bigger betrayal than lying to that person in such a significant way to the extent that you would rewrite their history.” 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 *Jacob: “It makes me angry, now, Armand is so wrong for that.(!!!!)

Eric: “We both discover the depths of duplicity that Armand has gone to, and what he’s done to each of us.”

... what an episode.

#iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2 #iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire s2 #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv louis #louis de pointe du lac #beautiful one #iwtv armand #armand #daniel molloy #iwtv daniel #jacob anderson #iwtv cast #eric bogosian #assad zaman #2x05 #episode insider #tw suicide

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (XVIII)

Chapter 18: Work Song

Hi! Here comes a new chapter!

We’re starting to escape the angst here!

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 3806

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Andrew was getting a little better every day.

He was getting up without too much difficulty these days. His sleep schedule was a mess, but he was getting some work done. He went to see his parents three times a week, saw his brother often too. He went for a swim every morning and a long walk every afternoon. Sometimes he watched a good movie, spent some time reading. He made sure to avoid being in the same room as you, and had declined some friendly gatherings because of it, but he couldn’t claim to regret this decision.

He was getting better. You were still the first thing in his thoughts when he woke up, the last image printed on his eyelids when he fell asleep, but it was a torturing routine he had grown accustomed to by now.

It was like living with your ghost. The memories of you spending time with him in all his most familiar spaces. His house, his favourite spot to swim, his favourite walks, the pub you and your friends always went to… All familiar, but with an empty space constantly by his side.

Today, Andrew was hurrying out of his house. It was still early in the morning, too early for him if he were to be honest, but his best friend could not be waiting for him on his wedding day.

Despite the sadness that usually tainted his days since that night, Andrew was excited today. Happy and excited. He secured his guitar case at the back of his car, and drove to Sam’s house. He wasn’t surprised to find your car already parked there, but it was alright. Of course, you would be there, it was planned, and known. Andrew had sent you a text the previous night, the first form of communication since your ‘talk’ at your house, asking for both of you to keep the interaction to a minimum so that the wedding would go smoothly. Sam and Daphne were the most important today, and you and Andrew could go your separate ways for good after today.

It took you an hour to answer with a short and polite message agreeing with him and promising to remain ‘professional’, as you had put it.

Andrew was both relieved and pained by that answer…

He knocked, and Sam opened the door in the span of mere seconds.

“Jesus fucking Christ, thank God! You’re here!”

Before Andrew could say a thing, Sam was grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Rings?”

“In my pocket.”

“Spare shirts?”

“In the trunk.”

“Your suit?”

“In the car. And yours too.”

“Guitar.”

“Yep, that too!”

“Your weird drinks for your throat? I swear to God, I will skin you alive if you lose your voice before singing for our first dance.”

Andrew rested his hands on his friend’s shoulders as well.

“Sam, I have everything. Don’t worry.”

“You double-checked?”

“Triple-checked. I have everything. It’s going to be just fine.”

Sam started to giggle, tears shining in his eyes.

“I’m getting married today.”

“Today,” Andrew nodded.

“Fuck’s sake…”

“You’d better let me in so I can help you get ready and you aren’t late to church.”

“Right, you’re right.”

They hugged before Andrew would come in, tight and emotional and full of happiness and excitement.

He was moving towards Sam’s bedroom when you appeared. You were walking out of the room, a bag in your hand. You were still wearing casual clothes, planning to change before the ceremony. You froze, but quickly recovered, offering him a polite smile.

“Hi, Andy!”

“Hi,” he answered with the same neutral smile.

“I’m getting out of both your and Sam’s way! I was picking up a few things for Daphne.”

“Of course. Is she alright?”

“Excited. Terrified. In pure bliss.”

“Same as Sam, then?” Andrew chuckled, and you nodded.

“I’m afraid so.”

You nodded in silence, and Andrew bit his tongue before he could ask you how you were, or tell you how beautiful you looked today…

“See you at church, then,” he smiled and you nodded, taking it as your cue to leave.

He stared as you disappeared through the door.

But then Sam was reappearing, babbling about some stressful detail that was insignificant. Andrew smiled, and patted his shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you ready. Or she’ll never say yes to such an ugly mug.”

Sam and Daphne were married.

It was official. They had both cried, had said yes (Sam was too excited and answered I do before the priest was done with the question), had exchanged rings (that Andrew did carry all morning and for which he checked approximately 2982 times if they were indeed in his pocket), had kissed, had walked out of the church, and finally it was time for the big party.

The eating and the partying were planned outside, under tents that were set in the parc of a large property the couple had rented for the occasion. It was spring, and unusually warm. A clear blue sky with only a few cotton clouds drifting by, and the weather remained that way through the beginning of the evening, as the sun was setting and the moon was slowly appearing in its crescent rise.

The speeches were spoken by a very nervous Andrew and then by you; and you both managed to perfectly balance emotion with humour and embarrassing anecdotes.

The dreaded caterers did an amazing job, that was complimented by the two mothers, and Sam threw a thumbs up at Andrew before starting to eat.

Andrew was sitting next to Sam, and you were next to Daphne, as best man and maid of honour. And Andrew was grateful for it. He wasn’t sitting next to you, and he managed to splendidly avoid talking to you during the day. Still, he could hear your laughter above the loud cacophony of the guests. He couldn’t help but steal glances in your direction every once in a while too, you looked too beautiful in your emerald dress for that.

Andrew pushed the thought away, focusing on the happy conversation that was unfolding around him, forcing a smile.

He hated himself for still wanting you this way…

But Sam and Daphne were happier than ever, and it was all that mattered, truly. They were ecstatic, laughing and smiling constantly, and stealing kisses whenever they could. And it was almost bearable then, the knowledge that you were sitting right over there, and that if he stood up and took but a step, he could hold you close once again.

Pathetic…

When Sam got up to invite everyone to gather outside for a dance, it was Andrew’s and Alex’s cue to get ready. There was a little wooden stage outside the tent as well as a wooden dancefloor, with lights hanging above the space, lightbulbs turning the atmosphere into something magical, cliché and terribly romantic. White flowers were decorating the stage, and hanging from the poles supporting the lights too. With the sky full of stars and the crescent moon above the trees, it was a sight worthy of a magical wedding.

Andrew was soon ready, all plugged in, guitar in hand, with the mic high enough to reach his lips. Alex was right by his side, sitting at the tiny electric piano. He gave Andrew a nod when he was ready, who cleared his throat to announce the first dance of the married couple.

“Daphne and Sam have done me the absolute honour to ask me to sing for their first dance. Erm… thank you again, to both of you, this is genuinely the most important event I’ve ever had to perform for, so… get ready while I try to get rid of most of the stage fright.”

Chuckles shook the crowd that had gathered in circle, right at the edge of the wooden dancefloor. Andrew tried to slow down his heart, take a couple of deep breaths, focusing on the moment, on the task at hand.

“Erm… if you guys are ready, erm… this is Work Song.”

He looked over at Sam, who offered him a nod in return. He had tears in his eyes, and Andrew had to look away, feeling his throat tighten with emotions. And he couldn’t have that now, not when he needed to sing. The first claps were played while Sam and Daphne were moving to the centre of the dancefloor, and they were both a sight to see, under the quiet lights.

Andrew was getting emotional again right before singing, and he looked for a distraction in the crowd as he started the first verse.

He noticed that many were mouthing the words, but not daring to sing. There were too many fond smiles for that, while Sam and Daphne twirled and swayed together, sometimes a little clumsily but with grins making their cheeks ache in the best way.

Andrew allowed himself to look at his friends again for the first chorus, and he kept his gaze on them despite the tears he had to blink away, and the depth that settled in his voice. By his side, Alex was being perfect, as per usual, they didn’t need to look at each other to be in rhythm. They had played this song too many times for that. Muscle memories perfectly combined.

He had to look away again, though, we he caught Sam whispering an ‘I love you’ in Daphne’s ear…

The second chorus was soon gone, and Andrew was trying to calm his nerves, to stay focused on the present, when he caught a silhouette dressed in emerald…

He almost missed a word when his gaze touched yours. And then it was impossible to look away. He blinked, but couldn’t do a thing about it.

You were so beautiful under those lights, under the moon, in this dress that suited you perfectly, for that song of love and devotion that spoke of feelings you sparked within him. He meant the words as he sang them to you. Despite how much you had made him suffer, despite all that you had done… he meant the worship he put in his words when he aimed them at you.

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

He saw your lips quiver, the way you blinked and how your eyes shone a little brighter. He wondered if you were struggling against tears too, the way he was.

And he meant it. And it was fucking killing him, and he wasn’t sure you deserved it after breaking his heart, and he wasn’t sure he deserved you at all… but he meant it. He meant it and he was ready to cry at how much he still loved you. Over a month of trying to get better at functioning on his own, and you were shattering his whole world in just a glance…

That didn’t sound fair at all…

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He saw the tear rolling down your cheeks, he struggled to hold back his own. Still, he sang the same words again, like a promise, like a prayer, like he was begging for you to see that he meant it, that if you gave him another chance, he would probably take it.

Would he? Anyway, you wouldn’t offer it to him. You had been clear. That’s what the voice in his head kept on repeating, and yet there you were… standing and crying and staring at him with pain in your eyes, a feeling he wished he could have banished forever from your life.

Christ, he loved you still… and he would have done anything, even conquer death, for you…

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

The song died out, Andrew’s fingers knew when to stop playing. He was shaken back to earth by the loud cheering of the crowd, and by your form disappearing as you walked back to the tent in a hurry.

He turned to Sam and Daphne, who were kissing and beaming and glowing while the dancefloor was being flooded with their loved ones. Alex and Andrew gave a small bow, before leaving the stage, the guests cheering for them.

Andrew needed to see you. He needed to find you…

There you were… you were walking out of the tent again, aiming for the grass that stretched beyond the tent and towards some trees, further down the small park. You had something in your hand, he didn’t know what it was.

He wanted to follow, but he was almost tackled over by Sam instead, as he hugged his friend too tightly.

“Thanks Andy! That was perfect! Thank you!”

Andrew couldn’t refrain a chuckle, while Daphne was hugging Alex too.

“No need to thank us for that. It was an honour, truly,” Andrew smiled.

“Come on, let’s dance!”

“No, no, no…”

“Andrew, it’s my fucking wedding! I want everyone dancing!”

“I hate dancing. I don’t do dancing.”

“Tonight, you do. Come on.”

Andrew looked in your direction, but you were gone.

He heaved a sigh.

“One dance. I do one dance, and that’s it.”

“Yes, yes! Perfect, come on!”

Andrew played along, dancing with Daphne for a song. His friend tried to hold him back when he moved away, but then Alex popped out of nowhere.

“As any of you seen Y/N? I wanted to borrow her charger for my phone, she said she’d give it to me after the first dance but… can’t find her anywhere.”

Andrew’s face fell, worry making him frown.

“Have you called her?”

“Tried to, but her phone is in the tent, and she isn’t.”

“I’ll go look for her.”

“Maybe she’s inside…”

“No, I saw her hurry towards the thicket over there,” Andrew shook his head, pointing at the bundle of small trees and bushes, barely visible in the distance.

There was no light in that area. Without your phone as a torchlight, you might have fallen, hurt yourself, fell right into the arms of a complete psychopath… and you had no way to call for help. Not with the loud music that was being played.

“I’ll go look for her. Alex, can you check inside the house?”

“Andrew, she’s been gone for five minutes…”

But when she looked up at the worry on his face, Daphne fell silent.

“Alright, you go, both of you.”

“Text me if you find her,” Andrew told his friend, who merely nodded and hurried towards the mansion.

Andrew bolted in the opposite direction, his long legs devouring distance in the blink of an eye. He jogged across the grass, passed the trees, turned on the light on his phone.

He looked around but couldn’t see you.

Panic was starting to rise in his chest, get a grip on his heart and make his lungs ache for air.

“Y/N!” he called.

No response, he called again, louder this time.

“Andrew?”

He spun around, and there you were…

On the other side of some hawthorn tree. He heaved a relieved sigh.

“For fuck’s sake! Y/N, what are you doing here?!”

“I… what are you doing here?”

He texted Alex quickly, before approaching you. His tone sounded angry, even though he was simply scared.

“I was looking for you, obviously! What the fuck were you thinking, huh? Going off like that, on your own, in the dark, without your phone! Anything could have happened to you!”

“Andrew, I’m right next to the party, at my best friends’ wedding. I’m safe, it’s alright.”

He groaned in annoyance, or perhaps it was simply relief.

“You can go back to the party, I’m alright.”

“You can’t stay here on your own…”

“Why not? I’m alright.”

But Andrew stubbornly sat next to you.

“I can’t let you stay here on your own.”

“Andrew…”

You heaved a tired sigh, while he was setting his phone so that both of you were enlightened by its light.

“You’re alright? What’s going on?”

He finally noticed the way the light was getting caught in the glass of a bottle of champagne.

“Y/N?”

“I want to be alone…”

“Then come back to the tent.”

You looked up at the sky to hold some tears back.

“Hey… why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

You merely shrugged, but you were properly crying by now.

“Hey… hey, stop crying… please, Y/N…”

He didn’t think. When Andrew wrapped his arms around your shaking frame, when he cradled the back of your head in his large hand to pull you close to his chest, when he shushed you softly… he didn’t think. You were crying, you looked so upset… he had never seen you so upset before. You spent several minutes sobbing in his arms, shaking, despite the way he soothingly stroked your back.

“It’s alright. It’s alright, calm down… Christ, Y/N, calm down…”

Slowly, the tears subsided. You were holding onto his vest like your life depended on it.

“My head is spinning,” you blurted out.

Andrew took a look at the bottle. It was half-empty, and he had no doubt it wasn’t your first drink of the night.

“Champagne will do that to you.”

He kept you close even if you were calmer now. You sniffed, buried your face deeper into his chest. He merely tightened his hold on you.

“You’re okay? Feeling better?”

You slowly nodded.

“You want to tell me what happened? Why you’re so upset?”

He was surprised as you laughed.

“Not really, no.”

“Alright… We should get back there.”

But despite his own words, he didn’t move a muscle. Instead, he closed his eyes, tried to precisely carve in his memory how it felt to hold you: the sound of your breathing, the softness of your hair, the silk of your dress, the warmth of your body against his, how your frame fitted so perfectly into his embrace…

“I’m sorry you were worried. I just wanted to be on my own,” you apologized in a quiet voice, it still sounded a little hoarser than usual because of your sorrow.

“I panicked a little bit. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I’m sorry.”

“I think… I might throw up…”

“Right… let’s get you inside, then. Come on…”

“No… no, stay. Please, stay…”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No! No… please, Andy. Just another minute…”

“If you throw up on me, I will get my revenge.”

“Turning me into a vampire?”

“I’ll haunt you after I’m turned into a ghost.”

“Stalk me, you mean.”

“Haven’t you noticed how much of a creep I am already?”

You sniffed once more, and he tried to look at your face to see if you were crying again, but you were hidden in his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Andy… I’m so sorry about everything,” you whispered against his heart, but he caught your words loud and clear, despite the music coming from the party.

“Let’s not talk about this now,” he whispered back, bending to press his lips to the side of your head. “We should go back. Your plus-one must be looking for you.”

“A plus-one? You have a plus-one?”

“Me? No… no, I came alone. I’m talking about you.”

“You didn’t see that I was alone?”

Your words were slurred with alcohol, but they sounded genuine, vulnerable too.

“Erm… no… I… I like… tried to avoid you all day, in case you haven’t noticed. That includes not looking in your direction.”

You let got of his vest completely. He expected you to move away, but you didn’t. It felt like you had gone limp in his arms.

“You can’t even look at me anymore…”

You started crying again, and Andrew cursed at his clumsy words.

“No, I mean… you… We’ve agreed to stay out of each other’s way, and that’s what I’ve tried to do.”

“I didn’t come with anyone.”

“Okay.”

“I fucked up… I fucked up, Andy, I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, look… let’s just…”

He looked up at the night sky, in an attempt to hold back his tears. His throat had tightened, he let out a long exhale, trying to focus on the shape of the incomplete moon, the stars that shone brightly, the happy song that was being played, he couldn’t remember the name of it. Anything to try and not crumble in your arms there and then. He had to keep it together.

“Let’s… let’s not talk about this now, okay?” his voice was soft, mainly because emotions were making it hard for him to speak. “We’ve already spoken about what happened. We just… like… We just need to move on now, yeah?”

But you shook your head.

“I fucked up. I fucked up because I was terrified. I was so fucking scared of letting myself have feelings for you… I was so scared of being too lonely when you’re away, of not being able to cope with your absence, with how much I fucking miss you every time you leave. And I was scared you could meet someone better, someone who could follow your lifestyle in a way I couldn’t and then you would have dumped me and…”

You heaved an exhausted sigh, while Andrew was remaining motionless, trying to process what you were saying.

“I should have never thought about this arrangement. I should have never accepted that stupid date. I should have never pushed you away.”

You spoke again after a short silence. Your next phrase knocked out all the air from his lungs.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you… God, I’m so sorry, Andy…”

He couldn’t answer to that. He couldn’t react to it either. He couldn’t process what your words meant…

Besides you were drunk… very drunk… this… this was a mistake…

“Let’s get you inside, Y/N, okay? Come on, now.”

At long last, you let him help you to your feet, and with his help you were able to walk back to the tent. Some members of Sam’s and Daphne’s families were staying at the mansion for the night, and there were still a few empty rooms available. Andrew got a key, and safely helped you to a bed. He took off your shoes, made you lie down, tucked you in. The time it took him to come back with a glass of water to put on your bedside table, you were fast asleep.

He took a moment to watch you like this, hair a mess of locks stranded on the pillow, looking peaceful, even if your crying was still visible. He gently brushed your cheek, dropped a gentle kiss to your forehead, and then he was gone.

#andrew hozier byrne #hozier #the hoziest #hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier x y/n #hozier x fem!reader #hozier fanfiction #hozier series #hozier imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #series

[delulustateofmind]

Stubborn (Drabble)

Summary: Taunting Cassian, you silly little thing. 😎

SMUT!! ** Minors do not interact under the cut **

Warnings: FILTHYYY, Bratty!Reader x Brat tamer!Cassian, Slight degradation, spanking, no plot just smut, unedited as per usual when it comes to smut, I get shy :3 WC: 1k

You really did it this time. You pissed him off.

Cassian already had a frustrating day, and you were no help. The tension between you two had been simmering all day and that's how you ended up in this moment with you hair bundled in his fist as he had you over his knee with his other had landing hard smacks on your ass.

Cassian would chuckle as you gasped, the wetness already pooling between your thighs as he would land another punishing slap.

"That's for being a brat," He said, his voice low and stern. Fuck, you loved it when he was stern, the way the general in him would come out. Lecturing you and all that crap. You knew what you were doing taunting him, shooting him snide remarks all day at the camps.

Another slap, this time on the back of your thighs earning another gasp from your lips. As his hand rubbed the sore bruising marks, keeping you on guard for his next attack.

He finally smacked again, harder this time, "And that's for pushing me all damn day." A yelp escaped your lips, you felt your eyes water with that one. You squeeze your legs together as your body trembled.

A movement that would not go unnoticed, Cassian had that stupid smirk on his face. Without warning, he pushed your legs further apart.

"Now, now sweetheart," he purred, the male fucking purred, "None of that. We're far from done here, count to twenty" He landed another hard slap on your ass. You gasped as you counted, each spank was either hard or just as hard as the last one. If you stuttered? Good fucking luck with that because he would just mock you.

"Crying already baby? Come on, I know you can take these. It's only twenty" He crooned as he rubbed your red backside. "You really like being punished don't you?"

You only whimpered as his hand trailed between your legs, rubbing that little bundle of nerves. "So wet f'me already?" he hummed as he spread your pussy lips, exposing your cunt to the cold air right before inserting his finger into your dripping heat. He was soft and gentle at first, teasing your entrance as he pushed one of his digits inside.

"Look at you, so docile now" Cassian murmured "Just needed to be put in your place didn't you?" You nodded your head as he kept a smooth rhythm, inserting another finger inside you. "Fuck baby, you're so messy already"

The lewd noises causing a blush to form on your face as he kept that slow pace between your legs. Dragging his fingers in and out. You tried to move your hips but he would just hold you down like it was nothing.

"Mm? This is a punishment sweetheart, none of that. Just let me play with your pussy mkay?" Cassian hummed as his fingers were stretching your wet cunt, a mewl escaped your lips when he would curl them in the right spot.

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Now don't even think about when he finally presses you against that desk of his. Pushing all of that paperwork aside, your breasts flush against the wooden desk as he spreads your legs. The way he lines up his cock against your entrance, teasing you as he slowly inserts it.

"Oh gods" You whimper as you feel the stretch, inch by inch. "You're so...fuck..you're so.." you were just babbling at this point. Earning another low and dark chuckle from Cassian's lips.

"You say that every time baby, but you take me so well. The way your pussy tightens around me...fuck" He groans as he pushes the rest of his length into you, earning another curse from your lips. "Shhh baby, Azriel is in the next room...fuck that made you tighter" Cassian groaned his big rough hands resting on your hips as he pulls out halfway before ramming back into you.

"Sweetheart you..." Cassian had to bite his lip to not groan, fuck you were too tight. "Gotta relax f'me baby, can barely move with the way that pretty cunt of yours is gripping my cock." His rhythm slow as he moves in and out of you. His free hand gripping your hair and pulling your face up as he leans behind you. His cock hitting that sweet spot. Your moans and squelches of your pussy filled the room.

"Ah...fuck...Cass.." You groaned as his pace quickened, your juices making a mess of the floor with each punishing thrust. Cassian's hips were relentless with hitting that pretty spot of yours occasionally brushing against your cervix. "Ah Cass...I can't...fuck...I need to cum" You whimpered, you could feel those hot tears rolling down your face as he bullied his cock into you.

"Not-uh baby, I'm going to cum first, you think brats get to cum?" He said as he pulled your hair back. His free hand landed a loud smack on your ass earning another whimper from you. You were trying, really trying not to cum, biting your lip as he would get you close to a point and then change the rhythm.

That fucking jerk.

You could tell by the way his pace was going, he was close. Fuck he needed that release. The way he would pull all the way out and then ram his fat cock into your pussy, his tip hitting your spot. Your eyes rolled back with drool coming out. "I'm going to fill this pretty pussy kay?" You couldn't respond, after all, he literally fucked you into submission. No more sassy remarks, you weren't sure you remembered what got you into this situation.

You felt him pull out and then slowly push his cock back in as he came earning a groan from his lips. Cassian sounded so pretty when he came. That low raspy groan that would escape his lips, the way you could feel his cock twitch inside you. The hot sticky cum seeping out as he pulled out his thick cock. Just so his fingers could push the cum back inside you as your legs trembled.

"My sweet brat" He whispered next to your ear as his fingers curled inside your pussy.

#acotar #cassian x you #cassian smut #acotar cassian #cassian x reader

[amourtoken]

i am begging on my hands and knees, i'm quite literally melting into the floor PLEASE WRITE MORE BEST FRIEND NOAH I WILL GIVE U THE UNIVERSE

best friend Noah is annoying as fuck!!! You love him but he's a dick and he enjoys pushing your buttons. By "pushing your buttons" I mean waltzing around your house unannounced, walking into your room while you're changing, into the bathroom while you're showering, lounging on your couch shirtless with his shorts resting dangerously low. That kinda thing.

why are you whining? Do you not like the way he looks? Yall are friends, this isn't weird. He doesn't rlly get what he's doing wrong but you look cute when you're flustered and scrambling to cover your exposed skin when he throws your door open.

This behavior has led him to his newest offense, barging into your room unannounced to ask for your Netflix password (he already has it, he forgets it every week, you've written it down, he loses the sticky note) and you were fucking yourself with a thick toy and whining his name.

You both stared at eachother like deer in headlights for a second but God forbid he lose the nonchalant persona, so he leans against your doorframe with his arms crossed and says

"Don't let me stop you, you sound pretty saying my name like that"

#Nowah #noah sebastian smut #Ask #Best friend noah

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello again, love. I finally thought of something (sub bangchan x top male reader). The reader is a member of the group

So basically, the reader had just gotten the dorms after practicing a dance and is sweaty but isn't tried

When he walked into the dorms, he tried to get in quietly, thinking everyone was asleep but behold, there's channie sitting on the couch watching a movie (or working) but didn't notice the reader just got home so he quietly sneaks behind him and leans down and is like "why are you up" and channie say he was waiting for him and yeah

Mind is blank after that

(Soft dom reader, aftercare, clingy chan,)

And chan clawing reader back just cause it 🤭

Late Nights - Bang Chan x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, bad writing.

A/N: First time writing smut. This is gonna be mid (and that's me being generous). Also, the tenses are all over the place. (I'm a science major, forgive me.) Hope you enjoy, darling.

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The doors always sound so loud at night, but Mn was used to sneaking in and out, so he gets in quietly. Being the perfectionist he was, it took him a little longer to be somewhat satisfied with his performance. He's been at the studio for hours and the caffeinated energy drinks he drank certainly isn't helping him get to bed. He wasn't expecting Chan to still be awake, but honestly, he should have. The older man was probably making some final changes to their new title track, and Mn couldn't help but stare at him. There's no denying that the leader was adorable. He walked in and poked Chan's head. "Why are you up, hyung?" Chan was a bit startled, and he let out a sigh when he saw that it was just Mn. "Just...making sure everything's perfect, I guess." He looked tired as hell, immediately pulling Mn down to the couch and clinging to him. Mn wrapped his arms around Chan's body, kissing the top of his head. "You need sleep, hyung." "Says you." Mn rolled his eyes. Of course Chan would say that. His fingers carded affectionately through the leader's hair, silky locks which were dyed blond. Chan buried his face into Mn's neck, letting out a soft whine. It's not like Mn didn't notice the bulge in the older's pants, he just didn't mention it. "Mnie.." "Hm?" "I need help with...something. I- oh god, I shouldn't be asking this-" "Just tell me, Channie." The nickname and that firm tone just made everything worse (or better) for Chan. "Just...fuck me. Please." Maybe it was the tiredness, could be the horniness, but Mn had never seen Chan so...bold. "If you want to, that is." Ah, there it is, Chan being Chan. Mn smiled, laying Chan down onto the couch on his back. "You sure about this, Channie?" The question was met with desperate nods from the older male lying on his back, his eyes needy and his hands clutching Mn's shirt, pulling him closer. "Please..." Mn brings his lips closer to Chan's, pressing them together in a gentle kiss which was deepened by a desperate Chan who let Mn's tongue in within seconds, just wanting to be taken care of for once.

It wasn't soon before the clothes came off, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. They were both going to get scolded by the makeup artists for the hickeys they littered over each other's skin, but it was worth it. Chan's moans got louder and more desperate as Mn pushed deeper into him, filling him completely. "O-Oh Mn...ugh..f-fuck please move.." "You're so pretty, Channie" Mn's hips were slapping against Chan's ass, and the older male's back arched as he felt Mn deep inside him. Chan was a beautifully disheveled mess. A sight that Mn wanted tattooed in his memory. Chan's hips bucked up, trying to meet Mn's thrusts. Mn's big hands rested on Chan's hips, gripping them tight. He let out a low groan when he felt Chan claw at his back, probably leaving marks which he would have to explain to his makeup artists at the photoshoot the next day. But did he care? Absolutely not.

Chan's eyes rolled back in pleasure, one of his hands gripping Mn's bicep while the other continued to claw at his back. Mn continued to rock his hips, Chan's moans only adding fuel to the fire that was Mn's desire. His hand wrapped around Chan's cock and began to jerk him off while continuing his movements. "You're doing so well, sweetheart." "T-Thank you, Mnie.." "So pretty.." Chan choked out a groan, arching his back and throwing his head back against the couch. He whimpered at the sight of Mn above him, eyes wide as he stared at the handsome man.

"Oh..god...f-fuck..Mn.." Mn threw his head back, keeping his fast yet quite gentle pace. His eyes roamed over Chan's hard-earned, breathtaking body, taking in the sight of his broad chest, his arms and of course, his washboard abs.

A moan escaped Mn's throat as he felt Chan clench around him. "Mnie...I'm close.." "Let go, darling..." Mn's gentle voice was enough for Chan to let himself release, spilling over Mn's hand and his stomach. Mn's hand was quickly brought to his own mouth, him licking off Chan's cum. With a few more thrusts, Mn could feel himself getting closer. As he began to pull out, Chan's hands grabbed onto his waist and pulled him back in. "Fill me up.." Mn's lips curved into a smirk as he kissed Chan passionately, his cum filling Chan with warmth. They both slump back into the couch, Mn pulling out and quickly wiping everything off with tissues that were on the desk. Chan had closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, as he tried to come back down from the overwhelming pleasure. he was a completely blissed out mess, his mind completely melted

Mn cupped Chan's face in his hands, kissing both his cheeks. "Everything alright, hyung-ah?" "Mhm...you...you're good at this." Mn just chuckled, pressing a kiss to Chan's nose before scooping him up in his arms. "Let's go shower, yeah?" "That'd be great.." And they cuddled happily ever after (till the morning).

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[luvlyycy]

NEW THEME SO PRETTY !! now imagine “helping” zoro work out… sfw or nsfw your choice 🤭 — 🩰

THANK YEWWWWWWWW. ... hehehe.. helping out zoro as he works out .. is sucha great idea actually..(also.. can i call u ballerinaaa??!?!?!!?!?) i went with nsfw cus i wanna give him head. SORRY I MADE HIM A BOTTOM IDK.

as much as zoro loves you and working out, mixing both of them is practically beggin for disaster. you'll be gawking over him the whole time, watching closely as he lifts weights, usually without a shirt. you'll wipe at his chest half-assed just so you can see him sweaty. that doesn't bother him, it's when you decide to 'help', that it starts to bother him.

you're sat prettily in his lap, rubbing his muscles around his shoulders as he takes a quick sip of water. he waits for a moment before laying on his back, hands reaching up to grab onto the bar above him— he let you choose how many weights he had to lift, begging to at least make it hard instead of easy. you watch as he breathes through his nose, pushing upwards on the weights then letting his arms down forward, effortlessly beating your expectations.

he notes that you put less weight than he usually does, that's okay, he thinks. you squirm in his lap, causing him to let out a quick mumble of 'cut it out'. "zoroo, come onnn." you protest, hands flying to rest on his abdomen, feeling them harden and soften. you watch his face twist into that of annoyance, knowing your boyfriend had a habit of disliking being interrupted. you continue to squirm, ass rubbing against his hardening bulge, to his dismay. he shuts his eyes, trying to focus.

it all goes out the window once he feels you trace a heart shape on his abs, nails lightly grazing his skin— he sucks in a sharp breath, setting the weight back onto the hold. he gazes at your face, his jaw tight— you offer a sweet smile in return, fingers innocently dipping into his sweats to play with the hem of his underwear.

"what is it?" he manages out, butterflies rising in his stomach. "your muscles are sooo tense." you tease, causing him to place his hand on his abdomen, "they are?".

"mhm. you gonna let me help you relax or what?" it was fun, having zoro wrapped around your finger like this.

he falls for the same trick every time, and he hates it. every session ends the same, with you swallowing his cock whole. his hands are white-knuckling the bench as he looks down at you, his sweats pulled just below his balls— your pretty lips wrapped around the bulbous tip, suckling. one hand is wrapped around the fat base of his cock, circling and stroking as the other fondles his heavy balls. your spit rolls down his cock, glazing his balls before resting in the palm of your hand.

zoro's mouth hangs open as he watches you, strings of moans exiting from his mouth, varying in pitch. you release his tip with a wet 'pop' before licking at the leaking slit, a smile evident. you feel his cock twitch against your palm, thumb rubbing against the thick vein that runs down the front of his swollen dick— hand continuously stroking in a circular motion.

zoro's head snaps up to the ceiling, practically panting, "ohhh fuu--hhckk. oh my god. oh fuck. oh my— shii– it. oh fuck, oh fuck." he barks, leg shaking to the left of your body.

"are you gonna cum?" you ask sweetly, zoro in response nodding repeatedly, fingers tapping against the bench. you let your tongue fall out your mouth, opening wide in preparation for his load— increasing the speed in your strokes.

"just like that, fuck. fuck yeah. ohh, yeah. jus' like that, baby. g'nna fuckin— fuck, fuck!" he lets out a long shaky whimper as spurts of warm creamy cum shoots out from the tip of his cock. it lands in your mouth, on your nose and cheeks, coating your entire face. it oozes down your neck, zoro hazily looking down at you— chest heaving. you lick the cum from your lips, scooping up the bits from your cheek and laying the cream on your tongue as he watched. he leans over, grabbing his shirt instead of the sweat soaked towel and wiped at your face.

"feel better?" you question as he cleans you up, innocently looking up at him as if you weren't a fucking vixen. he lets out an exhausted laugh as his other hand pulls his sweats and underwear back up over his now flaccid cock.

"i feel fuckin' tired."

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[obsessedduh]

YANDERE!READER X WILLING!CARELESS!SIMON PT4.

previous part —> here | next part —> here

tw: mentions of blood, gore, stalking, obsession, peverse and creepy reader, yandere intendecies! implied fem reader, but I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. unrealistic as fuck but whatever we make it by. 🤷🏿‍♀️🤷🏿‍♀️

side note: the way this has been sitting in my drafts for four months now is so embarrassing help...

again no proof read blame grammarly for the mistakes y'all they supposed to be helping me 😔

mini taglist (by mini, i mean four people who've requested 😭): @warlike-morning @smoothruby @thisisthegypsy @hxnneydew

MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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careless!willing!simon 'ghost' Riley who's realised you've stopped ignoring him. hey, he could even go the medic and you'll even have a basic sentence with him but the only problem is that ella has gotten close to him again, much to his liking... and soon much to hers as well.

he's notice how you angrily poke at your dinner while watching ella flirt like the mindless bimbo she is with him. god, he loves that jealous look of yours, so fucking cute.

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today you were this close to gutting that ella bitch alive and you most probably will. what does this stupid bitch think she's playing at? did she seriously not get your fucking warning the first time? you wish you could kill her sooner, but you can't yet. you need to find a day where everyone is tired from their missions and wants to rest, so their brains will slow down at least by an inch. no one is gonna have missions for the next two days. you'll have no choice but to kill her on monday.

and honestly, you can't be bothered to kill anyone at the moment no matter how much you want to. the days before the soldiers break it was non stop injuries and you've been burned down quite a bit from it so killing her on monday was a no go. you'll just have no choice but have to threaten her again. dumb bitch, fucki g getting lucky. girls like her don't normally get second chances, she better take this one for fucking granted.

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today you hear that ella got injured while training. lucky you, you hope it's something like a cut again and to your disappointment it was nothing but a stupid twisted ankle. you told the other medics to let ella come to you because you needed to have a chat with her anyway and of course your colleagues question a thing.

ella had help from other soldiers to come into your room. she walks, well more like limps into your room with supervision of the other shoulders. she was shocked to your face once again and you tell her heart dropped when the slight neutral expression on her face into one of fear. the other soldiers help her onto the bed and she looks at them with a worried expression as they leave and as soon as the door clicks indicating it was closed her eyes shoot back to yours with a panicked expression and your sweet smile you gave the soldiers as they left dropped into a cold glare.

you sigh and get up to lock the door before taking off ella's shoe and sock. you watch as her eyes scan your actions with panic and she's even shaking a bit.

"hm... ella... oh ella... seems our conversation before didn't quite get through your thick skull, now did it?"

you watch as tears fill her eyes but no reply and your hand wraps around her ankle and you slowly start twisting it more, "hello i'm speaking to you, did it or did it fucking not?!"

she yelps out and shakes her head and you tut, "words."

she couldn't help the tears spill and she choked out a quiet, "n-no."

he snicker mockingly before twisting her ankle more, "hm, sorry, what was that?"

you watch as her eyes shoot open and she screams out, "no!! n-no, i-it d-didnt!!"

"shut the fuck up, you make a sound either than your tears and your voice when answering my questions you'll regret it understood?"

she sobs and doesn't reply to which you squeeze her ankle, "under-fucking-stood?"

she cries out, "y-yes!!"

"hm, good.."

you trace your hand over her twisted ankle and you groan when you hear her stupid, squeaky voice, "p-please d-don't hurt me!!"

"puh-puh-pwease duh-duh-don't hurt me!!" you mock back at her with a roll of your eyes. "shame, you don't listen. didn't want it to come to this, actually that's a lie. you really need to stick your words. hope this teaches you a fucking lesson."

and with that, your hands wrap around her ankle and you twist it until it breaks and watch with a sadistic smirk and she screams out in pain. she chokes over her tears and pained groans as she watched her ankle break in her gaze.

you pout mockingingly, "should've listen to me.." she sobs in response, "oh, stop crying, big baby. ima treat you."

you help with her broken ankle, and the process takes about an hour and thirty and when you finish up and give her some crutches. you unlock the door and when she was about to leave you look at her, "if people ask about why you're crying, you give them a sweet smile say, 'turns out i broke a bone and it was super painful to get it treated, thank god the medic helped me with it' and i want you to say that word by word. understand?"

she quickly nods with fear in her eyes and you unlock the door with a fake sweet smile, "great!! toodles!."

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simon is currently heading to your office because he accidentally cut himself during training. he had a paper towel pressed against his wound and then he was about to walk in but quickly saw your door open and heard you voice 'great!! toodles!'

hm, strange he thought until he say ella struggle out your door with crutches and a cast on her leg. her eyes puffy and red and her soft sniffles could be heard. she didn't even look at him just struggled her way past him. he smirked and looked ella and muttered to himself, "looks like she won't be bothering me for a while."

he watched as he tried to close the door but he held it open, much to your surprise. you look up at him with shock, "care to help? cut myself durin' trainin'."

"u-um... sure?"

he chuckled, "cheers."

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[justatalkingface]

New leaks are out

Izuku loses One for All. The one thing he wanted in life was to be a hero, and we all know Horikoshi wouldn’t let him be one without a Quirk. He got One for All for a year and change and then it just gets taken away from him.

It’s so mean-spirited

*siiiiigh*

This shit. This shit is why I'm reluctant to catch up.

Worst thing is, this has been broadcasted as coming for awhile, because that MHA movie? Hero Rising, or whatever, the one where Izuku hands over OFA? If you believe (random shit I found on the internet) (which... admittedly, seems sus, I'm not sure of the validity) that was apparenlty supposed to be the original ending.

(Never mind that Bakugou only came into prominence after MHA got rolling, so unless he was forking it over to... I don't know, Shigaraki, or Uraraka, or Shoto (... my god, imagine the look on Endeavor's face if his anti-All Might child gained All Might's power and became his defacto heir, that'd be amazing) or something, that's already a different ending than the 'original' ending.)

That said, that rumor seems pretty damn validated now, doesn't it? I really don't get why Hori seems to hate his own character so damn much, because the first couple of chapters he seemed to like him well enough; the narrative respected him, he made sense, there was a steady build up of confidence and ability... and then he just... lost all interest, and just seemed to include him more and more grudgingly every time he showed up.

Considering how often the main character had to show up, it really feels like Hori built quite a grudge over the years. And between how damn hard Izuku has been side lined in every possible way, and how much Bakugou is being thrown into the spotlight, this really isn't surprising, all things considered.

A good deal of manga like to end with 'main character is brought down to normal', and honestly I've never liked it; I can only think of one where it was really done well, where I liked the ending (the main character never wanted it in the first place, he always wanted to be normal), and even in setting it only works because shonen manga in general love the 'secret world hidden from the rest of society' bit, so they can 'retire' gracefully to being a normal person without any issues (beyond probable PTSD), but in MHA they can't even do that, because there isn't a hidden world; Izuku is world famous, and without powers I'd honestly expect some random psycho to revenge kill him to get some fame, like that Ending guy.

(...I hate that that doesn't seem impossible still?)

Moreover, big part of that kind of build up is that the character has grown up, and doesn't need the super powers any more, to save the world from the world ending threat, to live the chunnibyo dream of being special instead of being part of society, but being a hero is a job, a career he can do for most of his life and make money in. The super police are still needed, because as far as I can tell, the overarching problems haven't been resolved at all. Just like how Naruto ended up, status quo is god, and the normal that was once terrible and to be fought against is good and just.

And, of course, he's just going to be happy about it, too, I know he is. That's how this kind of thing goes. He's going to be happy about losing everything he's always wanted, even though his friends (which he only got from being heroes) are still going to be heroes, even though Bakugou is almost certainly going to be number one at this point (speaking of which; whatever happened to the 'this is how I became the greatest hero' bit? Let me guess, he'll be referred to that somewhere, and that'll be it.)

He's going to be happy and content with what he was allowed to have (and even though he'll never be able to truly realize it, it is allowed, it's that Hori will allow him this much), and will never dream of wanting anything more. Just like an abused spouse in a truly fucked up marriage that has accepted that this is the 'best' they're going to ever get.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #bakugou critical #izuku deserves better

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Hi 👋😁 I love the request you did for me with “Too Sweet” and there’s another song that I definitely feel like it’s Eddie called “Your Stupid Face”, I recommend it, and I was wondering if you could do a one-shot or maybe even a two-parter based on that song? Here’s a link to have a listen to it if you want so you know what I mean.

Request by @randomreader1999

♥️💌

God, you hate Eddie Munson and his stupid face.

He has doe eyes. And you're not gazing at him all love-struck or anything, (okay you totally are) but that's not the point, the point is you've always noticed that Eddie had pretty eyes but they've never made you feel this entranced before.

He's gonna notice you're gawking at him idiot you tell yourself and shit, that would be mortifying if he did notice. Fortunately, he's too wrapped up in taking to the rest of Hellfire, his hands gesticulating widely as he teases the rest of the group with what's coming up.

If Eddie did notice you staring then it would be bad, humiliation on a grand scale because you and Eddie? You absolutely do not get on. In fact, for a year you hated his stupid face, his overdramatic expressions and gestures, and the way he seemed to know how to push your buttons.

It had taken you a while to realise that you liked Eddie, and his stupidly handsome face and over-the-top gestures. That was something you refused to admit though as the two of you were like chalk and cheese at the best of times.

He had grown on you, like a fungus as Robin so unhelpfully pointed out.

When he wasn't around you were reminded of him constantly, all his little quirks. The minute you see him again it's like your whole body lights up. It was highly embarrassing.

You were taking that secret to your grave, there was no way that anyone was finding out how much you went all love-struck over Eddie freaking Munson.

💌

Eddie hated you and your stupid face. Okay, that was a lie, at least it had been for the last month or so. Annoyingly Eddie couldn't stop thinking of you and that was horrifying in itself. The two of you were complete opposites, went together like oil and water.

Or at least so Eddie thought. Turns out you had a sweet side, you were beautiful and feisty and sarcastic and Eddie liked all of that.

He also liked arguing with you and seeing your eyes burn with annoyance, the need to one-up him and get the last word. It really turned Eddie on if he was being honest, Jesus H Christ he was so screwed.

The rest of Hellfire took the piss out of him about it, Dustin and Gareth had clocked that Eddie liked you way before Eddie did. Though it might have been obvious because both of you couldn't stay away from each other.

When Eddie wasn't around you, he felt lost. He didn't like feeling like that. You obviously had more effect on him than he realised. Even his Uncle Wayne had noticed the tension between the two of you and that knowing smirk wouldn't leave his face for weeks.

"Boy, you got a crush on that girl or something? Could have sworn your cheeks went red just now"

Nope, nope. He was not letting his uncle tease him about that. It was bad enough that he was attracted to you in the first place, he didn't need all of Hellfire, Uncle Wayne and even that band kid Robin teasing him now.

His best bet was to avoid you until this crush went away. (Although if he was being honest he doubted that would be anytime soon)

...♥️

Fuck, you and Eddie had kissed. One minute the two of you were in some argument then the next minute the two of you were kissing.

It was a stupid argument. To be honest you couldn't remember what it was about. Just that Eddie was as dramatic as usual and you thought he was annoying and hot in equal measure.

Also, he had been avoiding you and that didn't help your traitor heart that ached when he wasn't around.

Then during the argument, he said something stupid and that caused you to rant at him, midway through your rant you noticed the awed look on Eddie's face and the argument died in your throat.

"You know you're beautiful when you're all bossy and shit?" That was the catalyst for the kiss the two of you shared. A hot, messy, perfect kiss.

And now he was avoiding you and you were sure it was because he regretted kissing you.

So as usual you traded insults and hated the bone-deep hurt that nestled inside of you when Eddie insulted you right back.

Maybe he really did hate you? you had fucked up by continuing the kiss that was just a mistake on his end.

God you hated him and his stupidly perfect face.

...

All you wanted was five minutes of peace. Just some time to yourself to process this strange week you've been having.

Of course, Eddie would never let you away with not seeing his dopey face for longer than a few minutes, he walks up to you and you feel tense, was he here to yell at you or use more barbed insults to hurt you?.

Maybe you should have picked a better spot to have some time to yourself than in the woods. Isn't this where he did most of his dealings and stuff?

You're braced for some form of an argument but soften when you notice how gentle his gaze is while on you.

"Why are you here Eddie?" You sigh and look up at the face you've grown to love, really love.

"I've been an asshole. Avoiding you and avoiding talking about the kiss, acting like it meant nothing when it meant everything, I've never felt like this before and it's scary sweetheart, especially because I've spent so long denying my feelings and thinking I hated you"

Oh well shit. You weren't expecting this.

"I haven't been a saint either, I've been burying my feelings and trying to go back to normal and insulting you when all I really wanted to do was kiss your annoyingly gorgeous stupid face" he smiles at that part. "And maybe even date you" you tack on at the end.

He gapes incredulous. "You still wanna date me?" he sounds so surprised that you snort, stand up and lace you're fingers through his.

"Eh, maybe I'm an idiot or something for agreeing to this but I get that you were scared Eddie. I've never felt like this either but I want to explore this, be with you, with the rule that we actually talk to each other about our feelings instead of avoiding them". Suddenly Eddie's grinning and he takes your free hand and kisses it, like a perfect gentleman.

"Request granted my lovely maiden" You roll your eyes but secretly like how sweet he is and kiss him gently.

"Come on Eddie, you owe me a milkshake or two"

And if Eddie followed you like a love-sick puppy afterwards well then that was something he would not repeat to anyone, he had a reputation to uphold after all.

Between the two of you though he admitted he missed you and your stupidly perfect face.

♥️

#enemies to lovers #eddie munson x you #eddie munson

[toomuchracket]

I need to see that bitch (bday party matty) jealous. Maybe you’re at an event or something and you meet this editor guy you used to have a fling with and he sees how amicable the guy is being and just, let’s say, get handsy

Pretty pleaseeee 🫶

jealous bday party matty literally be still my beating heart. you don't wanna blindside him, so a little while before the event day itself you let your boyfriend know that a literary agent ex of yours is likely going too because one of his authors is nominated for an award - you also let him know that it wasn't a serious thing at all, short, amicable breakup because you didn't really feel anything for the guy past vaguely fancying and liking, and you haven't spoken to him in a year. matty nods along and stays chill on the surface, but internally he can't help seething a little bit; he never met this ex of yours (it really was a short relationship), but he remembers mutual friends gushing about how nice he is and how happy you were, remembers looking him up online one lonely drunken night and thinking how insipid he was and how wrong he was for you, remembers developing a short-lived loathing of the man simply because he was with you, the actual love of matty's life. but whatever. matty's the one you love, the one whose arms you fall asleep in, the one you know for a fact you're going to grow old with, and this guy is nothing and nobody. so you go to the event, and it's fine, it's good, it's lovely, until the ex (wearing a wedding ring, mind you) comes over and gives you a friendly hug hello and says "you look gorgeous, as ever! how are you?", and matty's vision literally tints green. through some grace of god, or whatever, he manages to remain cordial to the man in the less than five minutes you chat to him, forcing a smile when the guy says he's happy for you both and you're great together - as soon as he fucks off and you lead matty to the bar, your boyfriend's arms are hugging you from behind, and he's leaning down to press a less-than-chaste kiss to your neck while you wait for your french martinis. you smirk, turning your head to kiss matty quickly, giggling into him when he deepens the kiss and murmuring "matthew, people are going to talk if we keep this up", and he's like "so? i wanna kiss my girl"; unfortunately for him, the drinks arrive, and you have to take your seats for the event starting. thank christ you're not actually doing anything more than showing face as a former winner tonight, by the way, because you'd have a pretty hard time extracting matty's hand from your thigh under the table if you needed to move - over the course of the night, that hand makes its way further and further under your clothes, first your dress and then your thong, and following your subtle nod your boyfriend's fingers find their way to your clit and inside you, working deftly to bring you to an orgasm muffled by your hand and applause for whoever just one the prize of the night. the smirk doesn't leave his face (until you get home and sit on it) after that, and gets even wider when he, um, gives your ex a goodbye handshake, before turning to walk to the car with you snuggled into him and his other hand resting on your ass. yeah. that's a fun night, both the event and you proving to matty he's the only one for you when you get home by letting him cum inside you. hot <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #into the birthday partyverse