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rae-writes · 1 year

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An Angel...

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon)

wc : 1.k

warnings : simping bois, humor, some sprinkled suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you (though that’s nothing new)

a/n : this audio scratches an itch in my brain and I needed to do something with it

angel ver.

<Asmodeus> GUYS!!! YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS!!!! NOW!!!!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

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Casually clicking on the video file, his interest peaked immediately when he saw you. Clad in your RAD uniform, you were positioned in frame a couple steps back.

“Who are you?”

He watched you slowly stalk forward with a smile on your face; it was both reassuring and off putting. Only someone like him would be able to notice.

“An angel…”

You held out your hand towards the camera gently, as if beckoning someone closer.

“What’s your name?”

The transition was fast— smooth. In an instant, your hand came up and grabbed the phone, like you were choking someone, causing the frame to shake.

“Satan.”

Once the shaking transition stopped, with your hand still in its previous position, his mouth dropped. You had completely transformed yourself into what he assumed is your version of their demon form.

Realistic black sheep horns protruded from your head, curling backwards around your ear and ending at your middle jaw. There were light purple extensions added here and there, blending with your hair perfectly. Your free hand had come up to splay over your malicious grin- showing off the fangs you’d added and the sharpness of your new nails. The outfit you wore was revealing- black with shiny accents and shiner jewelry - easily showing the intricate marks you’d drawn over the exposed skin.

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Lucifer

His stupidly handsome face forms the most obnoxious smug smirk imaginable

Don’t get me wrong, he was absolutely flustered. On the inside.

On the outside though, he radiated pride and smugness

Like ‘yeah. That’s my Mc. mine. Eat it.’

Not that he would ever speak those words. Totally not

Was he also slightly bugged that Asmo seemed to be the only one who had access to this video? Sure.

Was he gonna make sure his brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos deleted this from everything they owned? Of course.

But first, he’s gotta get you to dress up like that for him in person

Mammon

Mans was astonished. Eyebrows had shot through the heavens, mouth was dropped down to sea floor level, cheeks were a blazing inferno— he was in awe

First thought : ‘HELL YEAH, MC, YA LOOK HOT!’

Second thought : ‘WAIT HOLD UP, THE OTHERS ARE SEEIN THIS TOO-‘

Really though, Mammon is just so in awe at how gorgeous you looked

especially in that gold he knows he bought you

Immediately takes a screenshot of you in that getup and makes it his home screen wallpaper

Then he texts you, begging demanding you dress up like that again because he wants to make videos with you in his demon form too!

I mean, if he doesn’t get to have his hands all over you and his mouth on you like that, how will anyone get the message you’re only for him?

Levi

Someone call the equivalent of 911 for the Devildom, Levi might just be coding

Actually- don’t even worry about it, he’s just a big puddle on the floor! No worries!

He. Is. FLUSTERED! Flustered doesn’t even begin to cover it really-

Levi can't breathe, can’t talk, can’t even wave his hands around frantically to express his lost words

Irl version of a windows restart.

But as soon as he does reboot, he’s doing his best impression of Oprah into his pillow with how high pitched he’s screaming

Would love to take a picture with you in that outfit while he’s in his demon form or have you sit on him

He’ll send you a bunch of emojis in show of his approval but his normal skin tone still isn’t visible under the blush for hours

Satan

Smug as fuck about the audio itself. Definitely silently bragging

Aside from that, Satan is absolutely willing to kneel for you in that outfit

He’s studied with you on seductive speechcraft but this? He was not ready

Has to take a minute to get his bearings together and to wipe that blush off his face

Satan’s actually pretty speechless for a good 30 minutes

Not that he’d let you know. He will, however, be telling you how fucking good you looked

Wants to ask if you’ll walk around town with him in his demon form too so everyone can see

Power couple ™— Take that Lucifer

Asmo

Azzy is on his knees in an instant- pliant and ready for you to fucking step all over him

The moment he saw the video he was liking, favoriting, commenting, saving, sharing- everything

He’d suggested something similar for you to do in the past but you just.

You went light years beyond what he was expecting the outcome to be and he is here for it

#1 supporter and immediately is coming up with different- sexier -outfits for you to wear

Will ask, beg if he has to, if you’d come have a photo shoot with him (surprisingly he mainly wants to take photos of just you)

Admitting to anyone who listens that your beauty is absolutely on par with his

On his way to your room right this instant- but only after he shares the video with the others

Beel

Choked.

You’d think he hadn’t ate in years with how much he was drooling but no

He was just looking at you in that outfit. Which he thought was amazing.

You are easily the most delicious thing he’s ever laid eyes on (“Gorgeous too…”) and he can’t wait to tell you to your face

Wonders if you’d have a tail or wings if you really did have a demon form

Wants to ask Diavolo if there’s magic to make you a real, temporary demon form to find out

Please come to one of his Fangol games dressed like that. He’d promise to win for the rest of the season- and succeed

Overall flustered with his cute blush present, but unlike Satan or Levi, he doesn’t mind showing you

Belphie

Two words : “holy. fuck.” or alternatively : “fuck. me.”

He is sprinting- yes, sprinting- throughout the fucking house and barreling straight through your door

On his knees faster than Asmo was and is ready at light speed to crawl at your feet and wrap his arms around your leg

All of his usual curt expressions are thrown out the window without a care in the world

No pure thoughts behind those doe eyes. Not a single one.

Convinces you to let him take a picture from underneath you while you’re choking him to put as his lock screen because he needed it

Will not be letting you go for the next 24 hours or longer

Fakes innocence like a pro when the others accuse him of hogging you to himself (“they are mine” he snips, even though you have the metaphorical leash right now)

Barbatos

Mmmmmm, the silent simping is strong in this one

He was simultaneously so fucking ready and so very much not ready for that

Does not know what to do with himself for the next 2-7 business days

Had to put down shit he was cleaning multiple times before he broke something (because you actually broke him)

Straight up doesn’t even ask to show up in your room this time, he just does and immediately beelines to shove his face into your neck

No, his ears are not red. I believe you might be color blind Mc…

Won’t outright admit how badly you affected him- he just lets out a small ‘you look lovely’ like yeah, Barb? Just lovely?

Please wear this to the next formal event you attend to watch him lose his cool for split second intervals all night

Diavolo

If he didn’t have millennia of training on composure, he’d been screaming as loud as Levi

Instead he settles for slamming his hand on his desk like that meme Asmo showed him

Concerning his butler a bit, but Diavolo is a proud simp- he ADMITS it

Please come sit on him. Let HIM sit on YOU, for all he cares

You look so good?? What the fuck?? Marry him?? (<<exact texts he sends you)

Tries to find ways to give you a real demon form before getting scolded

Volunteers whole heartedly to let Asmo take pictures of both of you while you’re dressed like that

Ring, ring, Lucifer, he’s coming over ASAP, don’t be alarmed when he shows up at the door

Bonus :

Solomon

Fuck this man is so down bad for you

I mean, he knew that before but this is just something else, Mc, what have you done to him?

Knows you’re still human but god does he crave having your pact mark seared into his body (it’s a guilty pleasure of his)

Maybe you’ll just create one and tattoo it on anyway

No second thoughts, teleports to your room immediately to yank you into a kiss

Door is locked- Solomon refuses to let the brothers snatch you away from him rn

Please get on top of him and show him how real your fake fangs and nails feel

Will actually beg without a fight

Simeon

Thinks he should not find this as attractive as he does but the heat flooding through his body disagrees

Gets so hot and flustered, it would be concerning if he wasn’t an actual angel

Drinks a whole ass cup of water in less than 2 seconds

Personification of ‘hold my mf halo’ as he makes his way to your place once he calms down a bit

Yes, he’ll take pictures with you with his wings on display and yes, he may or may not be into this (and if you start a little roleplay with him? He’s ascending.)

Don’t tease and make fun of him, he can’t help it! He’s not trying to blush- though he isn’t trying to hide it either

Lies through his teeth without hesitation when he gets questioned about the faint lines on his shoulders

Heaven’s filthiest angel, on brand

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 4 months

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Unwrap Me-Colby Brock

(not my gif)

A/n: I just thought I'd drop this small one. I know Christmas is over, but I got sick over the break and didn't get to finish until today. So Merry Late Christmas to whoever celebrates. I kind of got this idea from an Ariana Grande song. Please relax and enjoy.

-Samantha

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I was sitting on the couch scrolling through tik tok when I kept getting videos of girls making outfits out of wrapping paper. I just knew I had to try on Colby. I went to my room to start planning. As I was planning out how I want the outfit to look I got a call from Kat. I picked it up and smiled. " Hey Kat! What's up?" I questioned

" Hey, just wanted to chat." She said

I nodded while cutting out the pieces for my outfit. " What are you doing?" Kat questioned

I replied with, " You know that trend going around where everyone is creating outfits out of wrapping paper?"

She let out a loud laugh while saying, " Don't tell me you're making one for Colby."

I stayed silent while making the skirt. She stopped laughing. " OMG! Oh my god! You're actually being for real."

I let out a chuckle. " Yea, I just think Colby's reaction will be amazing." She was just watching me. " Girl when you're done making it please show me."

I nodded while continuing the skirt I'm still making.

'time jump'

I was just about when I heard someone enter Kat's room. I glanced up to fins Sam. " Hey Sam!" I shouted

He glanced up confused until he saw me through the phone. " Hey Y/n/n. What are you working on?" He said, wrapping his arms around Kat.

I smiled, " Something for Colby, we'll, more for my entertainment." I said laughing at the end

He raised his eyebrows interested in the thing I was making. " Are you almost done?" Kat asked

Right as she asked I finished the very last part of the outfit. I smiled at both of them. " Done." I exclaimed

" We'll go try it on." Kat said excitedly

I smiled and nodded. " Be right back." I said rushing to the bathroom. I was carefully putting it on to not rip it. I heard Kat yelling through the phone. " Girl hurry, I want to see." I let out a soft chuckle while double checking that everything was perfect. I smiled, hyping myself up. I opened the door and stated...

" Okay, Are you guys ready?"

I didn't get to hear Sam's response due to Kat screaming. " I've been ready." I let out a laugh before walking over to the phone. Kat let out a loud gasp while Sam's jaw immediately dropped. "Omg! You look so gorgeous Y/n/n." Kat said hyping me up

I felt my cheeks getting warm. " Thanks Kat."

" Colby is going to die when he sees you." Kat stated

I smiled when Sam smirked. " What's that face for?" He let out a chuckle before saying,"Just so you know Colby just showed up at the house."

I felt myself panic, " What!" I whisper shouted

He just laughed at my reaction. Kat let out a small laugh before calming me down. " Y/n/n don't panic, you look stunning." I glanced at her, " You think so."

She smiled through the phone. " Now go get your man."

I chuckled. " Well I'll let you know how it goes." She winked, " You better." Which made me laugh, we hung up and I started hyping myself up. I took a deep breath before calling him just to make sure he was home.

" Hey, baby." he said

" Hi."

I heard him let out a chuckle. " What's up, I know you're home."

I let out a small giggle. " I just want to make sure you are home."

" Why?" he sounded curious

" You know, I may or may not have a surprise for you."

" Really!" he said

I ignored his response to ask, " Where are you in the house?"

" The living room." he stated

I smiled to myself. " Stay there."

Before he could say anything else I hung up. I took one last deep sigh before heading down the stairs. I turned on the song which made Colby laugh. " Babe, what is this?" he asked through deep chuckles

Which only made me let out giggles. " It's your surprise, silly." I said walking down the rest of the steps.

" Okay you ready?" I asked feeling nervous

" Babe, what are you nervous about?"

I let out a chuckle. " No reason, I'm coming in."

" We'll hurry up and get your cute butt in here."

I felt myself blush. I slowly walked in and Colby's eyes widened. I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach along with my heartbeat getting faster just from him watching me.

Colby's POV

I was really confused when she turned music on but also kind of excited to see what she had planned.

After I told her to get her cute butt in the room, I was getting pumped up. What I didn't expect was to see her in wrapping paper. My brain froze just watching her. I was speechless, I then listened to the lyrics and smirked. " So you want me to unwrap you?" I saw her blush which was adorable. I got up from the couch and walked over to her. I gently placed my hands on her hips and glanced up and down her body. Seeing her body covered in wrapping paper up closer was even more exciting.

I leaned my head to her right ear and whispered. " I would love to do the honors of ripping this off you."

I pulled back to find her staring up at me with so much love. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her lips. Once her lips touched mine I couldn't stop myself from going in deeper. She let out a soft groan from the feeling. I felt my hands exploring her body. I pulled away and picked her up over my shoulder. She let out a slight scream. " Colby!"

I just chuckled and made my way to the bedroom. " What for the room cause you will be screaming my name to the whole world darling." I said

Your POV

I felt myself blush again from his words. I then wrapped my arms around his back so I didn't fall. " Colby..." I mumbled

He tightened his hold on me and responded with, " Yes princess."

I let out a nervous giggle. " Um...the paper might have torn when you picked me up." All he did was laugh, " Well it was going to come off anyway."

The next thing I knew I was softly tossed on his bed with him leaning over me. " I can't wait to rip this off." he whispered

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Okay, I know some of you won't like me for how I ended it, but I rather not write anything with that. I mean feel free to imagine. I know I might be robbing you guys, it's just I don't feel super comfortable writing the whole topic.

Thank you so much for supporting me through the many years I started writing.

-Samantha

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bigboysfalldeep · 5 months

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There I was—a loner, sitting inside a crowded lounge, looking at the ring laying in the palm of my hand.

"It's just not going to work." I told myself over and over again, but I had nothing to lose.

I bought it weeks prior from a weird yet friendly stranger—a middle-aged dude looking quite sharp, but something about him was off. He contacted me after I went down the hypnosis rabbit hole. I read multiple articles and posts and watched so many different videos about how to hypnotize someone, willing or not. I even left a comment under one post, even though I was anxious. I was new to this—all of this—and I didn't want anyone to look at me differently.

I always dreamt of hypnotizing a handsome jock to make him my own, but this wasn't happening in real life, was it? That's exactly what I thought when that man reached out to me, offering me this ring. A beautiful silver ring with a blue stone—alluring yet nothing too special.

He told me that this would help me make my wish come true; the only thing he asked for was for me to share some of my future "acquaintances."

I shook my head in disbelief. I was so stupid to trust in this man and his sly smile. He was probably enjoying my hundred bugs while I was blinded by my fantasies.

I put the ring in my pocket and got up from my table. There was no point in staying here any longer; I wanted to go home.

But that's when I saw this handsome man sitting at a table, all alone. He was smoking a cigar and blew a ton of smoke into the air all around him while leaning back against the sofa. His eyes wandered through the room; he seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting from a few people around the lounge, including me.

He looked so good—a well-groomed beard, nice hair, a very hot body—everything I dreamt of. That man had that look on his face: he knew how good he looked, and he was bathing in attention—mine at least.

Something deep inside me wanted this man so badly. I immediately imagined him being mine and mine alone—how good it would feel to touch him, toy with him, and just own him. Good god, I felt myself getting lost inside this daydream.

At this point, I felt the ring inside my pocket. I pulled it out again, looking at it with desire and anxiety. Would this actually work? Or was I in for a beating?

"Fuck it." I breathed and let the silver slide onto my finger. Oddly enough, it fit quite well, but I wasn't feeling any different. I hoped it would feel different, special, or something else. This wasn't encouraging at all.

Shaking my head again, I made my way through the crowd toward that beautiful stranger. He didn't even look at me until I sat down right next to him, causing him to turn his head, giving me a curious but suspicious look.

"Can I help you?" That guy looked at me; I felt his gaze burning my skin, even though I wasn't looking at him yet. I knew he saw me for what I was: a loner, maybe a random creep, but I didn't care.

I placed a finger at the ring and moved it, causing the crystal to move along my finger.

"I hope so." I said, my voice breaking slightly when I turned my head to meet his gaze. Fuck, he was even better looking up close. His lips, eyes, and beard are perfection.

The guy narrowed his eyes at me, and I felt the tension rising between us.

A little taken aback, he regained his composure. "Oh fuck, he was going to clock me," I thought. But the guy online told me to do exactly that—make the ring spin a few times.

"I don't know who you are, but you better..." The guy suddenly stopped, his eyes now stuck at the slightly glowing ring.

I was prepared to just make a run for it when I noticed that he was focused on the ring. His expression softened slowly; the scowl vanished completely, replaced by an empty look in his eyes.

Oh, those beautiful eyes—they lost their shimmer, just barely, but I could tell something was happening deep inside that gorgeous head.

As I kept spinning the ring, he tilted his head, and his expression softened even more. He looked at me with uncertainty, like asking for help. Both of us didn't know what was happening.

"Who?" He said it, with his voice sounding a little deeper than before. I looked him in the eyes before he broke eye contact.

The guy placed a hand on his chest, looking into the distance. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, and his face turned blank.

I was shocked yet aroused. He had a similar expression to all those handsome studs online when they went under, and I felt the ring heating up against my skin. It didn't hurt, but it was kind of unpleasant.

He took several deep breaths until he closed his eyes, leaning back against the sofa again.

"Are you okay?" I said, unsure of what was exactly happening to him, because it couldn't be caused by the ring, could it?

Carefully, I placed a hand on these thick thighs, but he didn't react at first; instead, he slowly opened his eyes after a few seconds, looking at me with vacant eyes and his mouth hanging open.

He looked soft and submissive, and I had to control myself not to let out a moan right here and then.

This was the exact expression I was seeing online in all those videos and pictures, but was he just messing with me? He and the other guy must be toying with me. This can't be real.

I contemplated just leaving, but something deep inside me told me to stop. The guy kept looking at me, waiting for something—perhaps orders.

My eyes shifted across his face and upper body as he wasn't moving an inch. That's when I noticed the cigar in his other hand.

"Do you mind?" I motioned for the cigar, and without any hesitation, he gave it to me and watched me as I started smoking.

I felt the hot smoke fill my lungs, and I just tested my luck. I blew smoke right into the guy's face, but, unbothered, he kept looking at me.

This made me cry right away. Fuck, he was so hot. I started to stroke his thighs gently, and he started to growl contently, even closing his eyes for a second.

If this was a joke, I admired his commitment. But what if it was real?

I looked at the still-shimmering ring and then back to the stud. He was breathing deeply, and I loved seeing his chest heave with every breath he took. I licked my lips while stroking his thighs.

"What's your name?" I asked him as I moved a little closer before putting the cigar into the ashtray.

"M..Matt." His now-rough voice barely came out as he struggled to think. He really was a mindless toy, just responding to me.

"I want to go home, Matt. Do you want to come?" I asked him, my voice breaking once more. I expected him to deny my request, but to my surprise, he just nodded.

I blinked a few times; I couldn't believe my luck. Was that ring actually working?

"Let's go then." I motioned toward the door and started to get up from the sofa.

He was a bit unsteady on his feet and needed my help to regain his composure again, but then he followed me closely. A few people watched us, but I don't care what they might have thought. I was going home with that little, empty jock boy.

Everything happened so fast, and I found myself on the road, with that beautiful specimen sitting beside me, watching me closely.

I felt my cock tent hard inside my jeans; I was surely already leaking just looking at this man. At every stop, every red light, I turned my head to find him looking at me: his eyes slightly unfocused, that muscly man with an empty mind.

I was still in disbelief—that ring—was it really the source of all this? Maybe, but that was something to figure out later.

Just then, the guy started to growl again, and when I turned my head, I found him stroking his own dick through his jeans. So fucking hot.

I felt the ring heating up around my finger—was it reading my mind? Hearing soft growls and moans, I couldn't help it. Instinctively, I stroked myself as well, just like all the times watching videos online.

A warm glow engulfed my stomach as he kept stroking himself while looking at me. I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

I took a turn toward the first empty parking lot, stopped the car, and tried to steady my breath. The car was filled with Matt's deep voice, growling and breathing deeply.

I bit my lower lip, and watching that stud get more and more into it made me harder than ever before. Subconsciously, I reached out and placed a hand on his chest. Right away, he moaned deeply.

His chest felt so good; all the hours he spent hitting the gym paid off as all of his muscles tensed hard against the fabric of his thin shirt. Just touching him made me nearly lose it.

Matt leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a few moments before staring into the distance again. He struggled to keep the door open, like a sleepy, horny jock boy. At the same time, he kept touching himself firmer and firmer.

My body was shaking, my dick was pulsating inside my jeans, and my breathing got even quicker. I hold back a giggle while intensifying my strokes. I observed how firm his pecs were and how they imprinted through his clothes as his entire body bulged more and more.

"Fuck." I moaned, playing with his hard nipple, when he suddenly turned his head toward me, smiling derpily. He was enjoying this just as much as I was.

"Let me see." I held back another long moan before I pulled his shirt up, taking a long, good look at his bare chest. Oh, fuck, was he hot? He was hairy as well, just the way I liked it. I ran a hand along his entire chest, through his pecs, and down to his treasure trail, and Matt was grunting under his breath like a puppy.

As I stroked him again and again, he smiled at me, completely unbothered. His skin felt so good, soft yet firm, and all of him reacted to the most gentle touch. His breathing quickened slightly, and Matt swallowed hard a few times.

He just purred happily and smiled, while my hand ran over his entire chest over and over again. His body was telling me about his excitement. His muscles grew harder, veins got more visible due to the tesnion building up inside him, and most importantly, his dick was standing at attention.

With one final stroke, I let my hand run down right to his crotch, and when I felt him for the first time, he left the tip of my cock. I tried to hold it back, but I just couldn't. I grabbed myself, trying to stop, but it just felt too good. Matt was still smiling with that lovely empty expression, and I felt that ring heating up once more. It didn't bother me; I was too busy fondling my new toy.

I tried to focus, but I could see my own cock move inside my pants. Turning away, I looked at the guy again, who was now drooling while moaning contently. In response, I groaned loudly, and my back bent away from the seat—my body held in so much pressure, and feeling this guy's massive cock made it much worse.

"Fuck." I growled deeply, and that's when Matt reached out to me. At first, I thought he snapped out of it or the spell was broken, but instead, he grabbed my hard cock as well and started to fondle with it, making it much harder to not cum already.

The ring was now burning my skin again, but that pain was nothing compared to the pure pleasure running through my veins.

Together, we unbuttoned my jeans, exposing my wet boxers, but he didn't hesitate. He tugged at my underwear—so eager, yet his expression was emotional. Still, it felt so good to be touched by him—his warm hands, his gentle touch—so good.

With a little help, he pulled my boxers down—the tip of my dick was clinging on to the wet fabric, fuck.

I looked at him again, and he was looking at me. I placed a hand on his cheek and stroked him; his skin was so soft, his beard well taken care of, and his lips were a dream come true. My hand ran through his hair as he kept purring.

Firmly, I grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, smelling him for the very first time. His cologne was thick, yet the smell of sweat was coming through more and more.

My eyes rolled back quickly before I regained my composure. He kept looking at me while I pushed him down, but, like a well-trained boy, Matt opened his mouth, swallowing my hard cock whole.

I could have cried out right then, but it was just the beginning.

That guy knew his way around a man's cock, using his tongue while sucking me off. Rhythmically, he moved his mouth while I encouraged him to go even deeper.

I never had this before: a hot guy willingly—more or less—sucking my cock. It was a sight to behold. It made my entire body heat up quickly, as I was edging myself on already.

I didn't know if I pushed too hard when he gagged, but it was alright. He steadied himself against my thighs while I leaned back contently.

Watching this handsome fella made me feel so good that I ran a hand through his nicely done hair. He really made sure to groom himself. Everything sat perfectly; that's why I wanted him so much.

"Thats alright. Good boy." I said—I loved when they said that in the videos.

And he reacted even better than expected: he groaned happily and his body shuddered. Such a good boy.

That's when I reached my limits. I pushed him further down as I shot my first load, then another, and another. I wanted him to take it all, and as expected, he didn't fight back.

As I was running dry, I released him, and he slowly, swaying back and forth, resumed his position.

He licked his lips; his eyes were foggy and unfocused, but his body was so excited.

"Good boy." I stroked his chest a few times and patted him. He smiled and leaned back as well.

For a second, I just sat there, thinking. "I should take him home." I thought so, but at first, I wanted to have some fun.

I encompassed his firm upper body again before I unbuttoned his jeans as well. His dick was tenting visibly, and I wanted to see it.

I pulled his enormous wet cock out of his underwear. I assumed he had a big dick, but it was even better than expected.

I moved my hand up and down his shaft, and he purred again while looking at me.

Drooling heavily, he stained his clothes already, but it wouldn't stop.

"Let's get home, body." I stroked him again before I turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

On my way back home, I used every opportunity to fondle with his stick—he even leaked again, much to my amusement.

He watched me the whole time, smiling derpily and drooling. I knew he liked it.

From time to time, Matt let out several long groans, his body shifting slightly. I knew he wanted to cum so badly, but something was holding him back.

Back at home, still inside the car, I turned and found him looking at me pleadingly, and my breath quickened again. One of his hands was resting on his thighs, and the other was firmly stroking his meat.

"Fuck." I moaned looking at this man, craving my touch so much. So I wrapped my hand around his massive cock and moved it rhythmically.

Matt whimpered, and he let out a few moans of pleasure. He was so close already that he shot one massive load, spreading his cum all over his clothes.

At this time, his eyes rolled back, and an even wider smile spread across his lips.

That was when I came into my pants again—it just looked so hot. Matt was mine now; I owned him.

I looked at the ring, still shimmering, and took several deep breaths. Then I remembered what the guy online told me to share.

I got Matt dressed back up and wanted to take a picture. But I had a better idea.

I lifted my boy's shirt back up and snatched a picture. I never felt better in my entire life.

I wonder what the guy's going to say to Matt.

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Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous.

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out,

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth.

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front,

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring,

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips.

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible.

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway.

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man.

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt.

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him,

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks,

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly.

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear,

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

. . .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you.

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out.

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly.

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing.

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours.

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you,

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh,

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you,

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up,

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

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non-stop-imagines · 11 months

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Part One: Meet Cute

Part One Two Three Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Truly nothing except a cute little story about how Y/N and Mick met

A/N: Helllooooo everybody!! Firstly, I just wanted to say thank you for the support I got for my first F1 piece, especially @omgsuperstarg, who has truly been so sweet to me! This piece is the first part of a 5 part series that I decided to do about a freelance journalist reader and Mick falling in love and everyone else realizes it but them. This really is going to be an endeavor for me because I really want to incorporate a social media au aspect that I see on a lot of F1 fics that I just think is soooo cool and creative! Also, shoutout to @thisismeracing for accidentally inspiring this because their King of my Heart series is *chef's kiss🤌🏿*. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!!💖💛

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You huff a breath of relief as you push your way through the Silverstone paddock turnstile, looking at your pass briefly before letting it drop back down onto your chest. “I better make this count with the price of this fricken pass.” You mumble before finally allowing yourself to take a look around the paddock. The vast concrete area was buzzing with teams prepping for the practice sessions the next day, fans searching for their favorite drivers, various youtube videos being filmed, an overwhelming number of outfits containing designer products. This jumped out at you because, while trying to wrap your head around the number of highly priced items being worn around the paddock, out of all the well dressed people there, a photographer stopped you to get a picture of you in basic black biker shorts and white cropped tank top, wrapped in a oversized blue accented varsity jacket that matched your true blue accented Jordan 1’s, long locs put up in a bun for the sheer purpose of keeping your hair out of your face while you worked.

“You look amazing. Thank you for letting me take your picture” The photographer compliments you after asking for your instagram handle when you confirmed that it was okay to post you, then gives you a firm handshake before moving on to photograph more of the paddock. Your mind continues to reel about the encounter as you proceed with making your way through the paddock, trying to find the press room where the driver interviews were taking place.

It was at that moment Mick exited the Mercedes motorhome, en route to the main F1 paddock building for certain administrative business, but he couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous girl, frantically looking around at the buildings then back at her phone, as if trying to read a map. She shielded her glasses clad eyes from the bright sun that caused her brown skin to shimmer, and had her glossed lips slightly puckered as she continue to search for her destination. Mick’s feet had a mind of their own as they started toward her, stopping briefly to talk and take picture with a little fan that was practically vibrating in the presence of their favorite driver, or rather current reserve driver. Once close enough to you, close enough to smell the light floral scent hinted with vanilla wafting from your person, he tries to quietly alert you to his presence, trying hard not to startle you.

“Do you need help finding something?” Still, even with his quiet efforts, you flinch at the sudden visual of piercing blue eyes watching you, concerned.

“Oh, uh, yes actually. Do you know where the press room is? I think the driver interview is about to start and I would really like to be there or else I came here for nothing.” You chuckle as you finally turn toward the person nice enough to come and help you.

“Uh, yeah. I was actually headed that direction myself.” The bright smile he flashed your way did nothing less than knock you off your feet, which caused you to almost miss the hand he had held out in an effort to introduce himself. “Mick.”

“Of course you are. Um, Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n. Very nice to meet you.” You shake his hand, both of you holding on for a little longer than necessary before Mick lets go in order to motion towards the walking direction. While a bit of disappointment panged through you at the loss of his hand in yours, you quickly recovered when you felt the lightest brush of Mick’s fingers on your lower back, guiding you briefly in the motioned direction. As much as both of you wanted to stroll slowly to your destination and have even the smallest morsel of time to get to know the pretty stranger next to them, you both had somewhere to be, and with Mick’s added task of having to avoid people coming up to him to decrease travel time, both of you had to walk briskly and wordlessly until you two finally reached the press room.

“Well, here you are.” Mick knew he had to leave that moment, but his feet betrayed him again, this time staying stationary as you rummaged briefly through the belt bag across your chest, pulling out a small disheveled legal pad and a pen.

“Thank you so much! Uh, do you know which drivers are in there right now?” You ask without looking at Mick you finish getting ready to go inside, missing the way his eyes danced over your image, and his face when he noticed the increased pace of his pulse.

“I think Lewis, Lando, Alex and Logan.” He mentally curses his feet but quickly accepts the short lashing he’ll get from admin. This girl, Y/n, she’s worth any reprimand thrown his way.

“Interesting bunch.” You look at your watch and quickly get into gear since there is one minute left before the interview session starts, but you finally take one last look at Mick's heartstopping presence briefly before you speak one last time. “Thank you again, Mick. It was very nice meeting you.” And just as quickly as you came into his life, you were gone with a quiet click of the door.

The time neared 7:30 pm as Mick hovered around the press room door, nonchalantly greeting people that say hello in passing, wondering on a scale of 1 to 10 how weird it was for him to be waiting to see if he can catch you leaving. All day he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, the way the blue accent of you shoes and jacket went perfectly with the gold hoop earrings, rings and watch you wore, but how the shine of your jewelry had nothing on you, your chocolate eyes, your brilliant smile. How that amazing smile disappeared behind the door he has been nervously hovering around for about 10 minutes. “Okay, 5 more minutes. You already look crazy Mick, you don’t need to make it look worse.” He takes a deep breath, prepared to wait those 5 minutes, but he is quickly blessed with an answer to his prayer as he watches you exit, profusely thanking an F1 personnel.

“Thank you for letting me stay a little longer. Really. That extra time was a lifesaver.” You continue to thank the coordinator, who’s name you have since learned was Julie, as you finish packing away your notepad.

“No, thank you for helping with the chairs and stuff. That usually takes me well over an hour.” Julie turns to thank you after checking and rechecking to make sure the room was locked.

“It was the least I could do. Honestly.” Mick watched you shine that bright smile to the woman in the Formula 1 polo then shake her hand one last time after exchanging a few more words and then going your separate ways. Luckily, you typing out a few last thoughts in your notes app gave Mick time to gather his thoughts and get back his words before catching up with you.

“Y/n.” The familiar light German accent causes you to stop your brisk walk to the paddock exit and turn around to see Mick, his bright demeanor still able to peak through the obvious tiredness that he showed.

“Mick! Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you would be long gone by now.” You began to fidget with your phone in your hands, more than ecstatic that Mick was there, after believing that the last time you were going to see his radiant eyes was before you rushed into the press room.

“No, just got out of my last meeting.” He lied. He could have left just after lunch, but once he realized that the different press conferences were going to last until late in the evening he found everything he could do within the paddock from getting tik toks planned for the next morning out of the way to walking the tracking with Esteban, who got an earful about the pretty journalist he met today, just to stay as long as reasonably possible.

“Do Thursday’s usually go this long? This is only the first day of the first full race weekend I’ve been able to attend and I’m already exhausted.” You push the singular loc that you kept out of your bun away of your face and shift from one foot to another as you brought your hand to your glasses to push them back to their original spot, feeling slightly nervous under the intense observant gaze that Mick had as he took in each of your movements and absorbed every word.

“Yeah, Thursday’s tend to run long. But you get used to it.” You nod to his answer and shift on your feet again, looking around at the thinned out crowd in the paddock. He could see that you were getting restless, probably ready to head back to your hotel and immediately drop, but he needed a little bit more time, and little did he know you were thinking the same thing. In reality you were looking for some ice cold water, something with caffeine, anything to keep you awake long enough to stay here with him a little longer. “Would you like a coffee or something before you go? The espresso in the motorhome works wonders, I've been told.” Even though you were screaming on the inside, the most emotion you were able to muster was a tired grin and a light nod before you found yourself following behind Mick to the Mercedes motorhome, where he ordered an espresso for you and a water for him that were quickly produced from the barista and served, leaving you two to drink in silence for a moment.

It was now you’re turn to admire the blonde in front of you, your eyes tracing his jawline as he looked around the lobby. His eyes seemed glossed over, hinting to you that he honestly was nearly twice as tired as you but since he was seasoned in the proceedings of the race weekend, he remained affected to a lesser extent. You watch his hands as he attempts to crack his knuckles, but producing no sound. After a long cleansing breath, his attention settles back on you, giving you a tired grin that still reaches up to his eyes.

"So did you get good information from the interviews? You are a journalist, right?" His eyebrows scrunched with his question slightly.

"Yeah, I am, and, um, yeah. I think I got what I needed." The corner of your mouth twitches up before you bring your cup to your lips to slurp some espresso. This was the first time in his life Mick has wanted to be a cup so bad, receiving the touch of those still well glossed lips.

"Did you get to ask any questions?" You set your cup down and finish swallowing the liquid before answering. He almost didn't hear your answer as his eyes first zeroed in on the muscle movement in your throat as you swallowed and then to your hand which crossed his slightline, your fingers, which he now noticed had slightly longer, almond-shaped nails painted white and light blue, adjusting your glasses again.

"Yeah, a couple. Lewis, and actually Toto during the team principal interview, were actually the most attentive when I was chosen to ask my questions. But with the information I got, I could probably have a short piece out by midday tomorrow." You mess your phone a bit, painted nails flipping it over and over but your brown eyes were still locked on him, breathing out a chuckle when you see his eyebrows twitch upward.

"That's quick." The upward turn the corners of your mouth took forced him to take a sip of his own drink, to keep his own lips and his hands occupied. He wanted to touch you so bad, at the very least feel the soft warmth of your hand from before.

"Articles tend to come out quickly during race weekends. Allows for people to question the possibilities, no matter how unrealistic." You shrug, partly due to the nonchalantness of your explanation, but also because you realized how intently he was listening to you. When he wasn't asking a question his eyes were scanning you, your eyes, your hair, your hands, your lips. "Tomorrow's article is probably gonna be Mercedes heavy. Your colleagues seemed pretty giddy about this race weekend, like they have something big in the works.” You earned a shrug and a smug grin from Mick as you both simultaneously take another swig of your respective drinks.

"So…" Mick fiddles with his idle hands and then his nearly empty bottle before he asks his possibly embarrassing question. "Have you written anything about me?" The look he gave you after the words came amount was similar to a schoolboy asking if his crush talked about that day as his head dipped a little which forced him to have to look up through his eyelashes at you as he gave you a boyish smile. A short, slightly ugly sounding chortle came from you as you picked up your phone and begin scrolling.

“One moment, please.” A confident grin slithered its way onto your face as your scrolling slows, indicating that you were nearing the excerpt. “So this was from right after it was announced that you were joining Mercedes. It was for a women ran blog, pretty cool girls.” You give your disclaimer before clearing your throat and begining to read. “‘Even though our favorite blue eyed blondie has been heave-hoed from the grid by the under performing, underwhelming Haas Formula 1 Racing team, we are glad to see the warm welcome Mercedes AMG Petronas, his fathers previous racing home, has given him, and we can only hope that he will be accepted with open arms and treated more like family and less like a liability.’” You glance up from your phone to Mick’s widened bright blue eyes, laughing a little when he lets out a breath through O-shaped lips.

“That was sweet…and a little aggressive, but…” He leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his hair, smiling hazily as the words played over and over again. He had to find that article.

While Mick floated through his thoughts, your eyes quickly flash to the stretch and flex of his arms and the slight bulge of his bicep as his hands moved through his hair before refocusing on the article on your phone. “I was angry about the situation…and happy that someone gave you a chance. I mean, this was at a time when everyone was speculating about your future in F1 and comparing your journey to your father’s and I was tired of it. It was Haas’ loss.” You finish off your espresso and fiddle with the cup for a moment before Mick motions to it then plucks it from in front of you to throw away in the proper recepticles, carefully sitting back down and getting back in the same seating position he had before as you continued explaining. “I mean, I did talk about the previous season, the crashes, because it was an important component to the whole thing, but if Haas can’t fund the mistakes that comes with taking on a rookie, they shouldn’t take on rookies.” The passion that you showed about the topic, about his own difficult experiences, aroused a different area of Mick’s attraction to you. Even before meeting him, you had such strong opinions on how people treated him, indicating how much care for people, and how your care for people you love is probably exponential to that of the care you showed him, a virtual stranger. You take a deep breath to bring you back to the moment then check the time on your phone, shocked to see it was nearing 8:45 pm. “Geez, I didn’t mean to keep you so late.” You unlock your phone and quickly tap to the Uber app, queueing up a ride, before setting your phone face down and watch as Mick’s face drops the slightest bit at the thought of you having to leave him.

“Oh, you didn’t…I don’t mind… I’m sorry for keeping you. I should have let you leave when you said you have an article to write by tomorrow.” You two were at a pining stalemate. Both of you needed to get up. Both of you needed sleep because you both had an early morning. But here you sat, at least for a minute more, both fully admiring the person in front of you as you guys racked your brains for reasonable ways to stay together, but to no avail. So you both sadly and simultaneously stand from your seats, thank the barista who you both were completely unaware was still there, and exit out of the motorhome, but take no steps away from the building.

“So, do you have a ride?” Mick rolls his shoulders forward to shift the backpack he had on as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. Your now hyperfocus on his presence and the close proximity caused your mind to swirl from the whiff of a warm, leathery, woodsy scent that floated from him.

“I called an Uber, which is now about 7 minutes away.” You check your phone then look toward the paddock exit where security was still standing guard and guiding those leaving in the correct direction.

“Oh, well, I’ll walk with you then.” Mick tries to stuff his hands impossibly deeper into his pockets while you two mosied toward the exit, fighting the urge to hold your hand that swung close to your side. The walk was mostly silent with the exception of small comments about the day and the thanking of people working in the area as you guys passed them. You two arrived at the Uber pick up spot just as the car arrived but took no action to get in.

“Thank you again for everything. You have made day one at my first race very memorable.” You shine your bright smile at him one more time, accentuating your cheekbones and making your brown eyes beam.

“I’m glad.” He could only stare at you, mesmerized, wishing this car wasn’t waiting for you to enter. “Uh, here let me.” His words faded off as he reached around you to open the rear passenger side door of the car, hesitating briefly as you both relished in the closeness, temporarily becoming intoxicated by the beautiful scent created by the mixing of your perfume and his cologne. You breathed out a thanks and slowly climbed in the backseat, preparing your goodbye when Mick leaned in the car real quick, seemingly surprised at his only abrupt action. "Come by the motorhome tomorrow before practice sessions start. I'm gonna see if I can you a pass to the garage for the rest of the weekend." Your tongue juts out slightly over your bottom lip as a flirty smile slides across your face, and as your peered over your glasses to look into Mick's eyes, the sexual tension that was hidden underneath the youthful attraction the entire time was highlighted, increasing the desire to close the gap between you two that has been keeping you both at bay all night.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then." You spoke with minimal lip movement, subliminally trying to bring Mick's attention to them. Both of you think that if the moment lasted any longer that afore mention gap would have closed and the night would have ended much different, but instead Mick nods at your acceptance of his invitation, slowly steps back to close the car door and watches as you are driven away, finally able to come down from the events of the day, the emotions that clouded him, and audit the actions he took. As he headed to his car he was sure your face was going to be at the forefront of his mind, your residual scent and the memory of your voice will be what lulls him to sleep, and the anticipation of seeing you in the morning is what will get him out of bed. Getting into the driver's seat of his car, he realizes you guys didn't settle on a meeting time so he pulls out his phone to text you, but then it dawns on him. He never got your number.

#black reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x black!reader #mick schumacher #mick shumacher imagine #mick Schumacher x black!reader

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dirtybitfic · 5 months

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Dinner party😼(Chris sturniolo x y/n)

Smut … (matt comes into play at the end)

Y/n pov

Me and Chris have been for about 5 months now. We were the life of the ducking party . To be honest I was like the girl version of him just a little more tame.

It drove Nick and Matt crazy when we had our giggle spells and crazy outbursts but we never fail to keep them entertained. After about a month of dating I became really close with Nick and Matt and now they were also my built in best friends when you get one you get them all and I loved every minute of having them around.

Tonight is the night of the dinner party we planned a week ago with us and a couple of our friends coming over .

I decided to go with a sexy but comfortable outfit because we all know having 10 or so influencers in a house there’s no way pictures and videos won’t be taken throughout the night.

I decided to wear a black set that Nick helped me pick out and decided to just throw on some baby blue Jordan’s that you hadn’t worn in a while that Matt had gotten you for a bday gift.

Chris walked into the room in an all black outfit accidentally matching you without knowing it.

With his orange and white Jordan’s on .

He walked up to me “damn ma you look good in that outfit” he said with a smirk.

“Thank you “ I smiled at him blushing . He just stood in front of me with one hand the side of my neck and the other resting at the top of my ass. “What” I asked him with a giggle .

His hand slide over to grab my throat causing my breathe to hitch and my eyes to flutter closed. “I’ve been thinking about trying something but I don’t know if you would be into it” he said.

I just looked up at him with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow “we’ll ask me what’s the worst that could happen” I said looking to his eyes trying to find a give away of what he might be thinking.

“We’ll I got a little something to use on you a couple days ago … but I think it would be hotter if I risked having it in your during the party” he said . I just looked at him before answering “ If it’s a butt plug ABSOLUTELY not” you said seriously looking at him.

He just laughed and squeezing your neck harder “oh no ma it’s for your Pussy” you sighed with relief cause butt stuff is just not something you ever wanna try.

You smiled a little “ okay well show it to me and then I’ll give you an answer” you said . He slowly pulled his hand away from you Ass to pull it out of his pocket . You looked down at his hand and your breathe hitched a little bit . You knew exactly what it was cause you guys had a conversation about this type of vibrator before you just never though he was actually being serious about it.

“What do you say ma … will you let me put it in you … let me watch you struggle to keep it together in front of our guests”

He stepped even closer dangling it in your face slightly taunting you with a devious smirk across his gorgeous face.

“Mmmmm… idk Chris it seems a bit to risky … how do you even control this one?” You asked him slightly nervous about it all.

“Connects to my phone ma no one will know … and it’s very quiet even at the highest setting so no one will hear it” he says staring deep into your eyes waiting for the answer he wants to hear so badly.

“ mmmm idk chrissss?” You say judging teasing him a little bit making him have to beg a little for you to say yes .

“ pleaseee y/n , I promise I’ll make it worth your while” he wines at you .

“ okay fine but it gets to much you have to stop it immediately I will not be cumin infront of everyone even if they know it or not” you said.

He smiles happily before grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed causing you to bounce a little from the impact and giggle.

He moved over you and pulls up your skirt and removed your underwear.

He puts the vibrator on your lips . You open your mouth knowing what he wants. You suck it into your mouth .

“Good girl get it nice and wet for daddy” he says in a low husky tone that makes you moan and squeeze your thighs together.

Your mouth pops of of it and he pulls it out and brings it down to your pussy . As you watch and your prop yourself up on your elbows .

“So wet for me already ma … you little slut” he says and he runs a ringers over your slick opening.

You moan from the touch . He plants a soft kiss on your clit causing you to buck your hips . He spits down on your pussy getting it a little more wet which turns you on even more and then rubs a couple circles in your clit before pushing the vibrator into you .

“ aww look at that … your greedy little Pussy sucking in so easily” he says causing you to whine out a little from the weird feeling of it in you . He turns on his phone and goes to the app that connects to it . He clicks the little button that is connected to the part that’s in you to turn it on.

He turns it to the lowest setting and starts moving his finger around on the screen creating a different pulse pattern inside you .

You moan out and drop your head back on the bed. “Yeah? Does that feel good slut” he asks.

“ yes … fuck daddy mmm it feels so good” you moan back to him.

Causing him to stop the vibrations you wind from the loss of the feeling . “ Good girl now come on the guest are arriving” he says as he pulls you up by your hands.

You put your underwear back on and fix your skirt then take him hand as he walks out the door . He lets you walk in-front of him going up the stairs from his room . Suddenly you feel vibrations again causing your knees to buckle as you grab the railing to stabilize yourself after about 10 seconds he shuts it back off.

“God I just love seeing you struggle ma” you look back at him glaring a little bit . He smacks your ass telling you to keep walking up the stairs. One you get into the kitchen you see everyone sitting at the table talking. You quickly go to sit next to Matt and join the conversation as Chris follows you to sit next to you .

Matt looks over at you “ hey y/n” he says and smiles at you giving you a side hug . “Hey “ you say back slightly out of breathe from the events seconds before .

“You good you look a little flustered “ he asks . Oh yeah yeah I’m good just tan up the stairs you say with a giggle he laughs and goes back to talking to Larry .

Nick comes over with the food and serves everyone a plate full . They made fettuccine that you had helped them make it earlier.

As everyone started eating and having conversations. You felt it start up again this time on a higher level . You let out a small moan accidentally. You thought you were in the clear when no one turned to look at you . But then Matt spoke

“Y/n you good “ he asked obviously because he heard you moan .

Yeah I’m good the pasta is just … so goood” you said as your breathe hitched . You tried to keep your composure as he started into your eyes .

“Mmm’k he said then turned back to his food you felt Chris’s hand on your thigh causing you to look over at him . Your eyes silently pleading for him to stop it . He just smiled st you as he turned it up every higher . You immediately but your hand and hung your head down to contain the screams that wanted so badly to escape. You heard him chuckle as he turned it off knowing you were way to close to cumming.

You brought your head back up only to meet eyes with Nick from across the table . He looked at you smirking and shaking him head . Oh god did he know what was happening rn did Chris tell him . You started to freak out a little bit .

Chris just squeezed your thigh snapping you out of your thoughts .

“God this pasts is so good ! Did you guys make this?” Maddi asked from next to Nick.

Chris turned it back on a low setting causing your legs to snap shut . He knew Nick would say it was mostly you who made it and that meant you would have to speak while it was on.

“Oh I mean yeah but it was mostly y/n! She’s a great cook . That’s why I keep her around “ Nick smiled causing you to roll your eyes at him .

“Wow y/n , your a really good cook” maddi says giving you a warm smile.

“Oh thank y…you “ you said hoping she didn’t catch your stutter. But of course Matt did .

“What’s with the stutter y/n … something wrong “ he said almost taunting me. Oh he definitely fucking knows . Fuck chris for that mf Asshole .

“ oh no I’m great Matt … chris turned it up causing you to gasp “ and make a face looking at Matt.

Ahh shit that’s ducking awkward I just made a sexual face at my boyfriends triplet . How fucking lovely is that.

Matt chuckled and just smirks at you .

Ohhhh so he thinks this is fucking funny huh. You thought as your felt yourself getting way to close to orgasming . You snapped your head back to Chris . You went to close to his ear .

“P-please chris turn it off now . I swear to fucking god “ he turns to look at you just smirking . Oh nah he is not doing this too me right now.

He leaned in hand inching up your thigh . “You see I would but you used the wrong name and forgot to say please ma … this is your punishment “ “no daddy please I’m sorry . Please turn it off . “

“ mmm no” he said at he looked over at Matt starting a conversation about a video they were gonna film later . But what was weird is that he handed his phone to Matt.

Oh no … Fuck no .

“You might want to run down to the bathroom y/n “ Matt whispers to you .

“ Matt .. wha-what wh…?” And soon as you asked him the vibrations started going crazy they were fucking with you . You quickly stood up from your chair and started to book it to the stairs down to Chris’s room. Once you reached them you started running down them . Your orgasm was coming and you knew there was no way you would stay quite in-front of everyone.

Once you got into Chris’s room you collapsed on the floor after shutting the door your legs shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm ripped through you. You moaned out loudly and slapped your hands over your mouth hoping no one heard you.

Chris’s pov-

I told her that she was gonna sit there and be quiet but she failed . I had told Matt earlier about what I had planned he thought it was funny asf.

I told him that I was gonna give him the phone at one point and I wanted him to go crazy with the buttons on full blast so she had no choice but to get up and frantically run to my room before she couldn’t contain he noises from her orgasm.

“Is she okay “ Nick asked me and Matt . “Oh yeah she said she didn’t feel good and got up and ran” Matt said . “We’re gonna go check on her real quick “ I said to Nick before we both got up and started to walk down the stairs . Matt’s finger was still swiveling across the screen making the vibrations go crazy.

Once we reached my door I opened it seeing y/n knelt on the floor legs shaking crying out .

I closed the door being me and Matt and knelt down behind her . Pulling her head up by her hair making her look up at me and she saw knelt in-front of me .

“Aww look at you so pathetic “ Matt said as he looked at her . Tears dreaming down her face mascara running down he checks and onto he thighs . “Come on ma you just couldn’t follow my simple instructions. I told you to sit there and stay quite while I watched you struggle” I said into her ear deep and husky .

“ AHHH FUCK DADDY TURN IT OFF PLEASE … i I ca-cant take it anymore “ she scream / moans out at me .

“Oh I don’t have the phone ma … your gonna have to beg Matt to turn it off “

“P-MMMM p-le…”

“Aww what’s the matter slut … come on ask me .. you can do it “Matt said ass be bent down right in her face .

“Ahhhh fuckkkk … Matt.. ple…. AHHH I…” she whines out still not being able to finish her sentence.

Matt slaps her across the face causing her to moan .

“How pathetic she can’t even finish her sentence chris” Matt says at me.

I pull he hair harder making her whine . And grab at my hand to loosen up .

“How fucking sad . All you had to do was ask and this would all be over but you couldn’t even do that could you slut” I said

“NO - NO PLEASE … OFF TURN IT OFF” she scream moaned at Matt.

He looked at me I shook my head no at him.

“You had your chance ma and you couldn’t . Now get up “ I said deeply and demanding.

She just shook her head no at me .

She had no idea what me and Matt planned for her earlier and boy is she fucking in for it…..

Part 2 coming soon…. 🤠

#smut #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #silly #Eiffel tower?#Spotify

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danielle-dna · 10 months

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Does This Count as Cardio? - 9

Porn sucks. Porn companies are disgusting. Porn websites even more so. There is this "right of passage" that every boy goes through in his life, where he watches his very first explicit video. The internet is literally for everyone, so that way every teen boy can experience his fantasy.

Unfortunately porn is about as far from reality as you can get. I mean, The Lord of the Rings is more realistic. Most women do not like being beaten, violated or spit on. And there is no talk about condoms or any kinds of protection. Let alone consent.

While being with Simon though, it seemed like he had never seen a porn in his life. He was good. Like...scary good. He respected every one of my boundaries and understood the difference between pleasure and pain.

We were on his bed and Simon was on top of me. His head was buried in my neck, the mask still on his head and he was placing light kisses on my shoulder. The whole time he was holding my hands, our fingers interlocked. "Simon, please. Go slower, I feel like I'm being impaled."

"Sorry, love." He almost shyly replied and slowed down his pace. This felt oddly...intimate. Besides the fact that he was almost balls deep in me, it felt like...he actually cared about me.

This frightened me. I have only known this man for a few days and I could already feel myself getting attached to him. He made me feel safe.

"Eyes on me, lovie. Eyes on me." It was hard. Keeping an eye contact like this made me feel quite self-conscious. I bit my lip and tried to comply with the request as best as I could.

His breathing became heavier and I could feel myself coming close too. "Fuck, I don't think I can hold for much longer. You feelin' okay, sweet girl?"

Oh, it felt way more than okay.

As he kissed my collarbone I could feel myself unravel and the pleasure overtook my entire body. Simon took this as a sign to chase his own release.

The whole time, he kept the mask on. His pace quickened and he was gripping my thighs for dear life. Grabbing my ankle, he lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder. His head tilted back and I could feel him twitch inside of me. With a deep groan he came and gently laid on top of me.

Slowly, he started to give my exposed chest extra attention and care. "Fucking hell. You are so beautiful."

Four small words. Just four small words and I felt like I was about to cry. A gorgeous man just had sex with me and he called me beautiful. I desperately tried to keep my cool.

He laid his well built body next to me and started caressing my hips. Another new territory. I genuinely had no idea how to react. "You okay?"

Shit, now I'm gonna have to talk about my feelings and stuff, huh?

"Yeah, I'm great. You sure do have a talent for fucking." ...the fuck was that? What the hell did this man do to me, in order for me to say stupid shit like this?

He stood up and took off the condom, throwing it in a bin. Then he headed to the bathroom, most likely to wash his hands. I could hear the water running. I didn't know whether I should put my clothes back on and go or stay. The water stopped and Simon returned, holding a damp towel.

Gently, he ran the towel between my thighs, removing any evidence of our...activities. When he was done, he laid next to me again and held me close against his bare body. I could feel every muscle and it felt like I was being embraced by a greek god. His entire body radiated power. I ran my fingers up and down his strong arms. I could feel every scar, every painful injury. My heart ached for him. It broke for a man who could be so gentle, yet take a life if those were his orders.

I could feel him playfully squeeze my butt. "You always this shy, little nurse?" I rolled my eyes at him and turned to face him. Playfully, I placed my leg on his hip. "You had me in like 3 different positions. You call that shy?"

Grabbing my hip and pulling me closer, he lift up his mask again and kissed me roughly. "Last time you were a lot more daring. The way you just blushed tells me that there is something on your mind."

Damn it again, why does he... "I'm not sure what you mean, sarge. I guess I was more excited last time? More confident maybe?"

He grabbed my chin and gently tilted my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Actually I'm a lieutenant, my sweet. Why would you be more excited last time? Should we take another ride together?"

I desperately wanted to keep this for myself, but there was something about his eyes that prevented me from lying.

"Well...maybe because....because...it was my first time?"

It felt like the whole world stopped. Then after a minute or so, he sat up and asked: "You mean...I took your virginity?"

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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dorothea | h. targaryen

Description: Her new friends in town can't stop talking about this girl in onlyfans. Helaena is surprised to see her childhood friend. Pairing: Helaena Targaryen/cam-girl!reader

Helaena opened her laptop with a nervous hand - all of her friends couldn't stop talking about this girl in onlyfans. They couldn't stop fangirling about her body and voice. She seemed to be the only one unaware of the girl's existence.

Dorothea Mae

It was a picture of a girl wearing a bikini without showing her face. She had at least a million patrons. Helaena takes a deep breath, staring at the previews of the girl's account.

Her friends were right, Dorothea was gorgeous.

Her body was nothing like the standard - and that seemed to add unto her allure. "What you looking at?" her nephew, Viserys, suddenly barges into the room - Helaena flushes into a crimson hue, closing her laptop immediately and praying to the Seven that he didn't see.

"Nothing," she replied while adjusting her glasses.

She wasn't aware that Rhaenyra was going to be visiting. "Nona says that we're having lunch soon," he informs - running out of his aunt's room after reporting the information.

A small sigh of relief evades her mouth - she was safe from her mother's anger, for now.

She walks down the stairs - smiling as she sees the familiar silhouette of her childhood friend's body. "Helaena," you smile - wrapping your arms around her. "Hey, it's been a while." she replies - nervously adjusting her glasses again.

"Yeah, Rhaenyra invited me here." you explain.

Rhaenyra was her older adoptive sister. Aemma's child with another man, but Viserys seemed to love her as his own. Even favoring the girl in his deathbed - leaving him his massive fortune.

"We're neighbors, and I figured that Hel missed her." her older sister smiled, wrapping her arms around Daemon. "I did," she smiled - and you press a soft kiss to her forehead.

Helaena blushes again - feeling your lips on her cheek.

She's had a crush on you since middle school.

The feelings seemed to ignite themselves now that you were back.

toelicker69: Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am. 🤪 @yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: not very sane then 🤷🏻‍♀️

alys_likes_lys: Let's have a sleepover soon! - yourinstagram: let's watch barbie 🎀 - aegon.hightower: I bet she doesn't even know bibbles - alys_likes_lys: Excuse me? 😊🤬

yourinstagram: bunking with this girl while @alys_likes_lys flies from heathrow ✈️

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toelicker69: alr missing that witch

aegon.hightower: In my book this is considered soft-launching - captainaemond1: watch mom get a heart attack - RhaenyraArryn-Targaryen: dw kids, i'll call the medics for u 💗 - DaemonArryn_RT420: i support this 🔥 - toelicker69: we're not dating guys!! 🫶🏾 - yourinstagram: not yet 👀

Now that you were out to buy groceries - she finally has the time to open her laptop and stare at Dorothea Mae's onlyfans.

$1 for 3 videos $100 for a private call

She suddenly couldn't breathe at the sight of the offer. She wanted to stop herself - but she wasn't doing anything wrong, right? She was supporting this girl with the money that she was about to provide, and Helaena was going to get her ... whatever it's called.

She quickly moved her pointer down to the $100 option.

She takes a deep breath. 'I'm actually doing this?'

You looked at your phone - breath stilling at the sight of a customer. It's been three months since you've had one of those, all of your patrons only seemed to be interested in only pictures and videos.

None of them ever had the time to pay for you.

Your hands drift down to the 'accept' button, a smile grazes your face as you walk down the ice cream isle.

Finally, a customer.

Next chapter>>

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j0kers-light · 1 year

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His Lighthouse: Tuning In (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Tuning In - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:

I’m still in recovery mode but my mind is so bored and filled with ideas! I managed to use my voice to text software to make a little oneshot to hold me over until I can type on my laptop again. If you want to timeline this oneshot in line with the series, I’d say it takes place between Breakfast for Two and Three Steps Back. Roughly? I dunno. It’s a scrap idea I wouldn’t be able to squeeze into the series as it stands right now.

As always, enjoy! I’m actually going to rest my hand now.

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A joyful tune escaped your lips.

It didn't have words much less a title, just a string of musical notes you hummed on the fly as you styled your hair.

It was any other day at your penthouse. The sun was beaming into your living room on all of your streaming equipment that was on your desk, ready to go. You had scheduled a virtual meet and greet for your fans that couldn't travel to Gotham to see you.

Cindy thought the idea was marvelous and wanted to make the event bigger than it already was but you toned her down the best you could. You wanted this to be intimate and fun, despite the expected turnout.

You posted the date and time months ago and the original message had already been liked over half a million times on different social media platforms.

In no way were you scared of your fans but that many people on a video? You had some pre-stream jitters.

Thankfully Cindy assigned IT and some background software programmers to make sure the event ran smoothly. But after that, it was all up to you.

She gave you free creative reign. Two hours of content completely up to you to plan and execute.

Saying you were excited was an understatement.

You made a flow chart to keep everything cohesive but added in Q & A slots in between segments for fans. Moderators would be standing by to keep the chat under control and to give you some breathing room so you didn't have to multitask. You planned this out thoroughly after all.

And rightfully so! You had a lot you wanted to cover.

Limited edition box sets were dropping next week and you purchased a main booth at the upcoming GothCon and you wanted everyone to know about it.

Signatures, private photo opportunities, timed book discussions, and new merch for sale at both the event and your online merch shop were available. You name it; it was happening.

You couldn't end the stream without giving a shout out to all of the recent art your fans had created since your last blog post and near the end of everything, you wanted to tease everyone about your new work in progress.

You couldn't help it! So what if you were a little troll? Your community loved that about you.

All of this and more, you hoped to talk about during the stream — if only you could get your hair looking right! You were so busy taking care of Joker these days your daily hair routine had fallen to the wayside.

It was still healthy and gorgeous just.. not right now. Trying to plait multiple braids to the scalp and letting the bottom portion be free and curly while pressed for time was nerve wracking and seemingly impossible.

It also didn't help that Joker was watching your every move.

Apparently he was in a good mood today. He acted more and more like your fake adopted cat by the day.

He wandered outside of his room after breakfast and decided to silently annoy you by parking himself smack dab in front of your desk.

His mind was originally focused on the tv but over time his eyes gravitated to you or rather to your hands that moved like magic through your h/c locks.

You were still working on the first braid and parted your hair with a fine tooth comb - how you did that so neatly without a mirror was mind boggling, and you positioned your hands to move hypnotically to form a braid.

He was also in awe with how fast you moved.

You braided about halfway back to the crown of your head before stopping. From there you let your natural texture be free and wild, spraying it with a curl defining product and incorporated it in thoroughly with a comb to set.

He fought back the urge to walk over and bury his hands into your fine silk. It looked softer than cashmere and it smelled intoxicating from far away. Were you trying to seduce him again?

You were doing a great job if so.

You started sectioning out the second braid but an incoming text on your phone stopped your progress.

It must've been IT in the way you wiped your hands free of any oily residue and fiddled with your computer setup with a huff.

Joker remembered you saying the stream began at the top of the hour. He glanced at the clock and began to worry if you would make it on time.

You were already dressed in a crochet top, a pale cornflower blue that hung off your shoulders, with a choker that proudly sported Will's family crest hanging from a leather band. Once again, fan made art pieces. You looked stunning as always but he knew if your hair wasn't perfect, you would cancel the entire thing.

And since he was secretly a big fan of yours, that was totally unacceptable.

He knew it wasn't his place. You two weren't close by any means, but that didn't stop Joker from standing up and limping towards your desk.

You noticed his presence a little too late.

Before you could open your mouth to ask what he was doing, Joker had already picked up your comb and began sectioning your hair right where you left off.

You turned into a statue.

His presence behind you was ominous yet you felt the gentle way he smoothed your hair back and clipped it out of the way with a hair claw. He used your previous braid as a model and carefully crafted the same halo pattern you began on your scalp in earnest.

Then the unthinkable happened. Joker started to do your hair.

You felt the moment his hands gripped the three strands and wove them up and over, back and forth to follow the pattern you created.

You had so many questions. Where did he learn to braid hair? Who did he practice on? How was he this good?

He applied just the right amount of pressure, not too loose but definitely not heavy handed, to make neat braids within his section. You felt the confidence in his grip, this wasn't his first rodeo.

And just like you did before, he stopped halfway and brushed out your ends, spraying it with your curl pattern styling agent and left it alone to develop into the effortless curls he liked (loved) so much.

IT messaged you again about performing a quick last minute bandwidth test and you gave them the okay while keeping your head straight. Joker paid you no mind and was working on the middle section when you couldn't take it anymore.

"Um.. how did you know how to do this?" You gestured at your head.

Joker's hand froze for a millisecond but continued braiding unfazed. "Would ya believe me if I said prison?"

Your snort told him no.

He smirked to himself but indulged in your curiosity. "But it wasss. One of my prison mates had nice long hair just.. like.. you. Although he's uhh, not alive, to brag about my work, he received all types of comp-li-ments before his.. untimely demise."

He felt you tense up. "You have nothing to worry about my dear Y/n!"

Joker brushed out a new part and caught a snag in the comb making you yelp. Your head followed the tug making it bump into Joker's abdomen. You could feel his muscles through his cotton shirt "Sorry!"

"Hm. That's my line." You tried turning around to apologize further when Joker forcefully jerked your head back straight. "Stay still."

Now that scared you. It would be so easy for him to snap your neck. Is that how he offed his prison mate with the good hair?

You gulped and bobbed your head but instantly regretted that action.

Joker's hands slid from your hair down to your neck where he massaged it gently. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "Now bunny... whaT. Did I just say?"

You felt horrible for being turned on. His hands felt so good around your neck and it took all of your strength not to moan out loud.

"Y/n."

He snapped you out of your thoughts. Your mouth flopped like a fish as you tried to form words that weren't about Joker choking you during that activity.

"You ah.. said to stay s-still." You stared straight ahead at the countdown timer set for your stream.

Thirty-six minutes left. Joker had well over half left to braid. Would you make it through this torture?

"Then be a good girl and.. stay still." He purred in your ear. He stood up straight and went back to work, adding in the golden beads you had scattered on the desk to a few braids that he finished.

Ohhhhh he knew he was cruel and like the obedient girl you were, you listened to him. If you had a tail it would be wagging.

When did you stoop so low?

With five minutes to spare Joker finished your hair for you and you dashed over to the floor length mirror leaning on the living room wall.

You turned your head left and right, admiring Joker's handiwork up close. It was incredibly neat and it matched the first halo braid you did perfectly. You couldn't believe that he did the rest.

You were about to turn and thank him but Joker was already behind you in the mirror.

At times you forgot how tall he was compared to your height. If you moved back any further you would bump into Joker's chest. Not like you minded but!

Once was an accident, twice and he might get curious.

You wanted so badly to rest your weight on Joker or feel his hands in your hair again, scratch that. You wanted to have his hands around your throat again. There was so much power you gave up in that brief moment that had you reeling. You wanted to surrender it again.

"Y/n. I asked if you like it?" His voice startled you again out of the naughty thots.

"Y-Yeah Joker, I do."

His green eyes flickered down to your colored ones, eyeing you warily.

Your reply came out way too breathless, almost like it pained you to answer v He hoped this video stream wasn't making you nervous. He'd stick around (out of sight of the cameras of course) and keep an eye on you.

It's not like he wanted to hear any book announcements or anything. He quickly acclimated to the fact that he was staying with one of his favorite authors but it was still an exciting reminder. You were right there! He could bombard you with questions or annoy you until you fled the room.

Right now, he just wanted to admire your beauty up close.

Joker singled out a strand of your hair that didn't want to curl and wove it around his finger to help it. He lifted the lock up to his nose and sniffed.

Divine.

Your eyes widened witnessing his soft gesture until his eyes met yours in the mirror. They grew heavy almost instantly with an emotion you feared to say aloud.

"Alrightyy your hair is done. Off you go."

And just like that Joker was back to being a jerk, roughly pushing you over towards your desk chair.

You were forced down into it and Joker's hands came to rest on the armrests beside you.

"Now... have fun doing your video blog.. thingy. I'll be here watching." He spun you around to face your laptop and towards the countdown timer that had less than a minute left.

Joker took up his original seat within your line of sight and licked his lips slowly. His smug look did nothing to help calm your arousal as the timer ticked down from thirty seconds.

You had half that time to wipe your mind clean and plaster a big smile on your face as your dear readers joined the stream and flooded the comment section with love and support.

You couldn't think about Joker as the participant counter jumped past three hundred thousand and rising. Did you even have that many active readers? Cindy must've ran a promo behind your back.

It didn't matter, this was your time to shine. "Welcome! Welcome everyone! I'm so excited you all joined!"

#ledger joker x reader #Tsundere vibes #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #heath ledger #joker x y/n #Long Reads #Smut #joker smut #reader insert #joker #yandere #a03 writer #dc comic #batman #romance #angst #oneshot #his lighthouse

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yin-yanglulu · 10 months

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Posting the chapters bc I’ve had the fic sitting in my folder for weeks

Something Different: Chapter Two

Rating: General Audiences

Catagory: M/F

Fandom: Skylanders (Video Games)

Relationship: Cali/Flynn (Skylanders)

Characters: Cali (Skylanders), Flynn (Skylanders), Buzz (Skylanders)

Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Post-Game, Canon Divergence, This is canon now I’m Toys For Bob

The reign of the Sky Eater (+ Kaos and The Darkness) was over.

Skylands was once again safe, which meant it was time for yet another big celebration at the academy.

Flynn was sat on the steps watching the fireworks, it seemed unreal to him that it was finally over.

He heard a certain someone walking towards him.

“What are you doing down here brain-trust?” Cali asked him teasingly.

“Thought I’d sit down and watch the fireworks, it is a big celebration after all!” He replied.

“I guess you’re right” she said sitting down next to him.

While they watched the fireworks, they both once again thought about confessing their feelings “It would be perfect timing” Flynn thought to himself.

“So, Cali…uhhh, about what you were wanting to tell me earlier…” he said

Cali began to swallow her pride and go for it…

“Flynn, i like you!” She blurted.

“As in, you like me in a romantic way or…”

“In a romantic way!”

“Oh…really? He asked while beginning to blush, his ears starting to perk up.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while” Cali answered.

“I already know you like me, you don’t have to tell me!” She told him

“W-WHAT?!” Flynn asked, his face redder than the scarf he wore.

“You trying to tell me you didn’t spend these past four years teasing me and pining after me?! not to mention your terrible flirting skills, I mean really? trying to be my personal bodyguard was an attempt at flirting?!” Cali asked jokingly.

“Yes!” He replied

“I was messing with you!” She said laughing “You can go ahead and confess if you want to!”

Flynn took a deep breath…

“Cali, I… I’m in love with you!” He said, finally getting those fated three words out of his mouth.

Cali giggled “Y’know, You’re really cute when you’re trying to confess that you like me!” She said in a flirty tone, she proceeded to wink at him.

“HEY! Stop using my flirting tactics on me! It’ll probably work on me more than it does you” Flynn said jokingly.

“What? That’s how silly you sound, “you’re so flirting with me right now Cali!” “It’s so cute how you play hard to get with me Cali!” “Good thinking, gorgeous!” She said, mocking his past attempts at flirting with her.

They both laughed.

“Just kidding, I love you too!” She said

They smiled softly at each other for a moment, Cali then proceeded to rest her head on his shoulder.

They sat there for a while, looking up at the fireworks.

“You’re meaning to tell me you two aren’t already together yet?!” A familiar voice said standing behind them.

“DAD! I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERRUPT THIS!” Flynn said after he turned around to face Buzz, obviously embarrassed by him interrupting the moment.

“Dad?” Cali asked while lifting her head off his shoulder.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that me and Buzz found out he’s actually my dad!” Flynn said.

“Oh, that’s explains why he seemed familiar!” Cali replied.

“Well, congratulations!” Buzz said beginning to walk away.

“Let me know when the wedding is!” He added.

“DAD!” Flynn yelled in a flustered voice.

Buzz chuckled as he was walking away.

Cali and Flynn looked at each other again, lovingly smiling at each other.

“Well, I’m just glad we’re together!” Cali said.

“Does that mean we get to go on that date I promised all those years ago?” Flynn asked teasingly.

“Maybe~” she said whilst winking at him “Okay, why not!”

“YES!” Flynn yelled happily and pumped his fist in the air, Cali laughed at him “Don’t say it, please”

“Heh, I won’t, maybe next time!” He said.

“Yeah, next time!”

They looked at each other for a moment.

“Uh, Cali…your holding my hand”

“Oh! Hehe” She said, noticing that her hand was holding his.

“It’s fine, i like a it lot actually!” He said back.

They continued watching the fireworks and gazing into each other’s eyes.

Something different indeed…

#skylanders #calynn #lulu’s fics

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lesbian-vmin · 2 years

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Ppyong 220416 Vlive (Hope + Tae + Min + Kook)

Ah well. I'm doing it. An analysis of the Hopevminkook live. muahahaha.

Please note: This is a serious analysis. There are no jokes and everything stated is my complete and honest thoughts.

Disclaimer: The above statement is 98% a lie. This analysis is full of jokes, thoughts, ponderings, and absolute nonsense. Because this blog used to be a fun place to express my thoughts. It's about time I took my space back. lmao

Oh. And there will be timestamps for everything. Because I am so serious about siting sources and making things easy to find for people. So I need to stop being lazy and do that more.

Disclaimer: There are jokes in here, and I do come in a little heavy with them in the beginning. I have jokes throughout, but once the actual live starts, I get a little more serious. I just had to make the first few seconds enjoyable while we waited for them to get started. Please hang in there and read the whole thing if you're interested in my thoughts at all because I do have a few things to say here. On any points that I brought up, I will be taking questions. Or if you have anything else to say about the live. Or if you just wanna talk about other vmin or any other ship or member moments. I'm open for anything.

@00:00:00 Hobi, we already saw you. We know you're there. You can't fool us, lmao. I know that people watching it live may have came in after he scooted away and disappeared, but come on. He has to know that people in the comments will be letting everyone know it's not just Tae at that point.

Also @00 - Tae be looking good in this live. I know you creepy peeps had to be flipping out about that little bit of chest exposure.

@00:00:05 Well. There goes Hobi.

@00:00:05-00:00:34 - It's Tae just sitting there. Being the gorgeous being that he is. Breathing. Ugh. Don't you just love it when this man just breathes? Like. Oof. That some good use of his lungs right there. There's a little bit of him making a face in there somewhere, and he licks and bites his lips. And then Hobi has to laugh. Like we don't already know he's there. Everyone knows he's there.

@00:00:38 - Okay. I'll stop playing so much now that we're actually in the part where they finally actually start the live. Min springs up out of nowhere. Did you know he was there? I sure didn't.

~00:00:40 - Hoseok pops up, too, copies the sound that Chim made, and you get to hearChim's adorable laugh.

@00:00:41 - Someone thinks that Tae is Jin, and Hobi thinks it's hilarious. I think it's hilarious, but - also. Think about it like this. Those that were asking if it were Jin? Come on now, we all know they were just calling Tae handsome. BTS should know by now that in Army lingo Jin = handsome.

@00:01:11 - Hobi. Is. So. Beautiful. Fight me.

@00:01:21 - Hobi still beautiful.

~00:01:40 - They are talking about how they usually gather when they're in the States. Or Las Vegas. Specifically these members. With Kook. Whom they suspect will be joining them after he's done with his workout. Duh. I want JK to join them. The four of them just have such great energy together. I mean, the seven of them all have great energy together, but...yeah. Okay. Dance line + Tae is a superb combination, but not the only amazing combination in this team of 7. It's just they're the one in question right now so let me talk about how great their energies are together. Ugh. I'd talk about any other combination the same way if they were the topic lmao.

~00:01:52 - They are starting to eat! You know it makes me so happy when these boys *cough* men *cough* are stuffing their faces. I think it's because food makes me happy in general. My peeps at work were making fun of me today because I kept asking if it was lunch time...as soon as we got to work lmao. I can't help it. I make a good lunch, and I look forward to eating every day lol

~00:02:00 - Jimin starts setting things up so that they can eat. Getting more food and everything. And Hobi is still looking pretty uwu

~00:02:30 - Jimin to the rescue once again as the camera has a hard time focusing. Hobi points out that it's probably because of the food, so Jimin fixes the camera angle.

~00:03:00 - Tae doesn't understand why people want to watching mukbang because watching it makes him hungrier. Same. I had to prepare a snack to watch this live lmao. And I am eating a snack while rewatching to do this analysis lol

@00:03:17 - Hobi's smile and laugh. Can't get enough of his sunshine. Also, Chimsmiling and being all cute and stuff. Can't spell adorable without Hobi and Chim. Well...I guess you can, but that beside the point.

~00:03:45 - Taehyung is saying that the phone is too far away to read the comments, and Hobi assures us that he will read them later. Ugh. Angel. uwu

~00:04:55 - Hobi can't eat ginger. This is one of the biggest disappointments to me. I love ginger. lmao I mean. It's a good thing I will never have the chance to eat with him. ;;

~00:05:045 - Where did Chim's plate go? Pretty sure Tae wanted to put some food on his plate, but he took it away.

@00:05:03 - Bibimbap is a signature dish from Korea. Which, of course many of you probably already know that. And if you've ever had it before, you know why. Yummy.

@00:05:40 - I'm not surprised to hear them say Korean food in the US is tastier. Most of my friends who studied abroad here said the food was tastier. I told them it's because we put too much of everything here.

~00:08:20 - There's some kind of telepathy thing going on between Vmin here. Even Hobi doesn't know what's up lmao

~00:08:25 - Chim trying to protect Armies from the risqué picture on the wall lmao

~00:10:35 - Oh no. Hobi ate ginger. lol. Cutie.

~00:11:10 - Jimin assures Tae that the food isn't spicy. Tae says he trusts him. This is important in just a few minutes lol

~00:11:55 - Tae takes a bit of the food that Chim said wasn't spicy, but he thinks it's spicy lmao. He gives Jimin a face and tells him that it's spicy. Jimin says "I know you" and tries the food. Like. Boy. I don't doubt that you know your Tae. But I think he knows himself more. lol At least in terms of what he considers to be spicy or not. Don't worry. I'm not going to pick on you (or assume that you two aren't close/best friends) because you can't gauge his spice tolerance with 100% accuracy. If it was that easy to falter my belief in your friendship, I wouldn't be here lmao

~00:14:35 - Now that he's had some food, Hobi decides to read the comments. He reads one comment, but claims his face causes an unstable connection. lol

~00:14:50 - Jimin thinks Hobi's unstable face is hilarious. I assume he had to have made a face or something, but he's off camera, so we don't get to see it. Tae thinks it's hilarious that Chim finds it so hilarious, and I also think he gets a glimpse at whatever Hobi was doing lmao Even so, he was enjoying watching Jimin laugh so much that it took a full three seconds before he looked at Hobi. Then of course has to look back at Jimin lying on the floor (still laughing, as we see when he comes back up). Talk about smitten. lol

~00:15:10 - Jimin comes back up, still laughing. With Hobi's face right against the screen, we have Jimin and Tae laughing in the background. Tae tells us that Chim's almost crying lol

~00:16:55 - Intense staring between Hobi and Chim. Tae glances at Hobi before he starts laughing, making the other two laugh lol They don't get what's so funny, but they're cute anyway. The laughing continues for a good while, but unfortunately I can't understand what's so funny :( So oof...nothing much to say about it. But then they're joking about the names of Korean foods in English, and continue laughing lol

~00:19:14 - Jimin talking about eating fried chicken, but can't say the brand on Vlive. Hobi can't figure it out lol

~00:20:40 - There seems to be some more Vmin telepathy here. Like Tae could feel Chim's gaze on him. I suppose it's possible he could see Jimin staring at him from his peripheral, but eh. I dunno. It seemed more like he just felt the stare lol

The above image is Tae's face to Jimin leaving his side to check the comments. Poor little sad Taetae. lol (Disclaimer, because yes. I know this isn't him being sad that Chim is leaving his side. (probably. lol. no really.) It just so happens that this was his face the instant Chim went to read the comments, and I thought it was funny. So screenshot. And silly little analysis because I wanna be funny sometimes, but obviously admit when things are clearly taken out of context like this.)

~00:21:00 - Hoseok talking about how much he loves the food and wondering who picked it. Tae says that he did, and Hobi tells him that he loves him a lot lol because he likes the food. And then maybe it looks like Tae holds back a smile if you wanna see it (if you're looking for v/hope is what I'm saying).

~00:21:30 - While Jimin was up reading the comments, he says that the Armies keep asking the boys to marry them. Tae then asks the Armies if they want to marry them. Chim looks back at Tae, and Hobi looks at Chim. After looking at Chim, he then looks at Tae. We don't get to see Jimin's expression here, but let's play a little lol. Maybe Jimin thought Tae asked in a cool/smooth way, so he looked back at him. Or maybe he didn't want Tae to say that, and his look back was a warning for Tae to watch it. They do have to be careful a little bit about what they say, after all. Maybe one of them is getting married? (or is married?) or maybe they got married? since they're in vegas lmfao (takes the opportunity to drop this golden vmin fic in here for you guys) uwu lol okno. I can't say that. People will attack my askbox lmao. Whatever it was (and it being nothing is also a possibility) I can't begin to shoot out accurate guesses probably lol

~00:21:53 - Jimin decides that the Armies don't have anything to say either, so he goes back to sit down.

~00:23:28 - Ugh. I have never wanted to be Jimin so badly. To sit right there next to Hobi while he's looking like that? lmao Only joking, but also not. Sorry. I'll keep fangirling over Hobi to a minimum lol maybe

~00:24:23 - After Tae has been reading the comments for a moment, a fan tells him to go enjoy his food. Good on the fan. Tae and Hobi separate to let Tae have his spot back because of course he needs to sit next to his chimmy that's where his plate is lol

~00:24:25 - Oh. So is this a glimpse to how the dumpling fight got started? lmao Tae and Jimin can't decide whether to eat the ice cream now or wait. I imagine this is very mild compared to That Incident, but it's cute back and forth nonetheless. Jimin giggles about it uwu In the midst of it, we have Hobi moving closer to the screen again. Can you hear that? Is that my heart beat? Hobi, I can't handle you being so close lmao I'm SORRY. I'll stop. He's like close enough for me to kiss his forehead, but I can't kiss his forehead ;; This is torture ono I want to ruffle his hair unu

@00:26:02 - I guess that was their last spoon

~00:26:28 - More vmin soulmatery with them sliding off the couch at the same time lol

~00:28:15 - Hobi was talking about a friendship tattoo that was supposed to be a secret? Well, anyway. Little cuties up at the camera trying to say friendship in English and giving it his all. Proceeds to try and spell it, gets to 'r' and decides to simply ask "yes or no?" instead. Good save, Hobi. You did a solid. Also yes, that is Chim in the background eating with "the last spoon" that he gave to Tae earlier. Nothing weird. They do it all the time. The seven of them. Anyway. Back to the friendship thing, they seem surprised that Army will pretty much support them no matter what. I mean. Come on. Of course we will. We're like family lmao

~00:30:00 - Tae wants to know how long everyone has been an Army. Ey. If anyone reads this analysis this far and cares to, let me know! How long have you all been Army? Me? I've listened to BTS from the beginning, and I considered myself a fan since I was watching all of their content. However, I don't claim the fanbase name until I actually participate with other fans, and it was 2015 (or the HYYH era) in which I really solidified my identity as an Army.

~00:31:35 - They talk about Jimin's OST. They admit that they've already gotten to hear it, which is a privilege of them being part of the same group. And friends. But anywho. Let's talk about Jimin wanting to try new things and branching off and doing his own thing. He's always been the sort that says he want to collaborate "with his members" before doing anything with other people, and I have a lot of respect for him for caring about his members so much. That being said, I really am so happy to see him building his confidence and working on projects like this. His first song to be released on an official album was Friends. It took him seven years to create a song for an official album, but he did it. I can't express enough how happy it makes me to see him creating things, and I look forward to what we might be getting from him in the future.

~00:33:20 - They're talking about being natural with us, and Hobi's like...let me pretend the camera's not there and show them my back. Okay. But I wanna see your face ono Not that the back of his head isn't adorable too lmao gdi I will stop fangirling eventually lol

~00:34:55 - but not now apparently Hobi's laugh just makes my day. Ugh. I swear. If anyone ever comes to me and says anything bad about this ray of sunshine and all that is good in the world, I will FIGHT. Spit you into the fire and sell your soul to Satan. (Seriously. I have blocked people who sent any BTS member hate to my box. Don't do it.)

~00:36:00 not Tae smiling and looking at Chim's butt while he does pushups on the couch? lol okno but he really did

This tongue bite and side eye glance @ jimin. Time stamp in the screen shot lmao. obviously I'm playing.....

~00:36:40 - They think Army keeps seeing them like babies? Look. I made several attempts to refer to you all as men during this analysis lmao But you will always be boys to me. Mm. Hobi? Just two months younger than me, so he's not a baby in my eyes. Chim and Tae are getting close, but Kook is an absolute baby. When I say "baby" or "kid", obviously I know they're adults but they're younger than me. They can drink. And party. And have sex. They're adults. Grown men. Whom I will forever call boys because I call men boys in general. If I can be called a "girl" at 28 years old, they can be called "boys."

~00:37:15 - The fans want a heart. And Hobi gave them a heart uwu so precious. Oops sorry. Jimin looks at Tae and tells him to do the mouth thing. Hey. It wouldn't hurt my feelings if you two updated that selfie again for Tae's birthday this year. You know. The one as my dp? Please do lol And then Jimin sending hearts to Tae because why wouldn't he? lmao

~00:38:30 - They're scatting, but Tae gets into it. Ugh. Adorable lmao And Hobi being adorable in the background.

~00:38:47 - Ugh. Look at all that empty space on that couch next to Hobi. That's more than enough room for me. Let me be there ono

~00:38:50 - Hobi smiling fondly at vmin getting into wishing fans a happy birthday lol

~00:43:45 - Oh no. Hobi's getting closer again. My heart can't take it lol I need more Hobi dance videos. Seeing him dance in the little space here is cute, but I wanna see him dance

~00:44:30 - Hobi moves off camera ;; He's giving vmin their space lmao he just likes watching them. He admitted it. lmao

~00:45:04 - Oof. Hobi. I just wanna lay my head on your chest ;n;

~00:47:32 - All right. All right. The last three timestamps were all Hobi. I'm sorry. Here, we have Jimin serenading Tae. Happy? lol

~00:48:36 - Here ya go. The time stamp is where Jimin slaps Hobi's butt. A bit before this, they were bantering a little. Hobi asks to go take a shower, but Jimin says he'll go first. Cute little Ji/hope moment.

~00:48:40 - But then Jimin says he's going to the bathroom for real, and Tae wants to join him. lmao. No, only one of them can go at a time, Jimin says. I assume that there's probably more bathroom available than one, not that this was any "suggestive" thing going on here. Even if there's only one bathroom in the hotel room, they have their own rooms to go to. Either way, Jimin probably didn't want two of them to disappear at once, leaving one to film by himself. Tae never does go to the bathroom, though. So there's that lmao

~00:49:35 - Hobi is missing his Kookie ono "Our usual group is if Jungkook is here. But he's not here. This is not usual." Poor boo unu He says he thought JK would come, but he hasn't yet. I also thought he would come. I need my dance line + Tae combo. ;;

~00:50:40 - Tae is apparently looking for a compliment on his golfing ability. Hoseok doesn't give him one, so he tells Jimin when he returns, and of course Jimin has to compliment him. These two know each other too well lmao

~00:53:41 - Yeaaaahhhh They left just enough space for me between Hobi and Chim lmao. I am just kidding. I am not that small.

@00:54:48 - Not really my culture (or theirs) to say bless you, but they are in America. So Bless you, Tae. lol

~00:55:00 - Okay. Just for a second, let's appreciate the two different reactions to this story. Hobi and Tae both think Jimin's story is funny. While Hobi is not looking at Jimin while laughing, Tae keeps his eyes on Chim the whole time. And. Ugh. I can't help it. Let me appreciate Hobi's precious laugh. :D

~00:56:35 - Vmin stans. Just appreciate vmin leaning into each other when Tae sits back on the couch again.

~00:57:20 - Enjoy some ji/hope talking while Tae looks at his phone. This is a really cute moment of them just talking, and more of Hobi's precious laughter. There's so much trust here. I don't even let people look at my phone screen. Not even my sisters lol. I'm too private ;; I'm working on it it's just an anxiety thing..seriously. You guys are even lucky I share my thoughts here. I get anxious about such this, which is why I disappeared when I got too much going on in my askbox with all the hate I was getting....but I'm good now...and now that I got that off my chest, let's move on.

~00:58:50 - Hobi telling us to get some sleep because it's late. It was late in my time when they did this, but I watched it. And even now that I'm rewatching this part and typing this, I really should be in bed instead lmao. But alas. Here I am. Thanks for looking out for me though, Hobi. You are a true friend.

~00:59:40 - During the time on the couch, Hobi keeps moving forward and leaning back, but at some points, he's leaning into Jimin, too. So there's more Ji/hope for your hearts content. Tae is on Weverse at the moment, so most of this time is actually Hobi and Jimin interacting with each other, with Tae quietly leaning into Jimin and surfing Weverse.

~01:04:30 - Tae is talking about Kook and speak of the devil lol Kook finally decides to join the live. Seriously. I was about to give up hope of this happening lmao I'm assuming they're not hanging out with the door open because you can hear the door being unlocked. So does Kook just have a key to Hobi's room? They don't make 7+ copies of hotel room keys (because that would not be very secure, two is usually the limit), so I doubt that the members just have keys to each other's rooms. Yet. Kook seems to have a copy of Hobi's room key. Or the door was unlocked...but I'm not even sure if that would be possible. I've never tried to unlock a hotel room door before (to where no card key is needed to enter).

~01:04:50 - Kook finally shows his face to the camera! Hi baby! You look so cute after your workout lol There's some bantering about Jimin losing weight, and the fact that he ate. Kook has an overdramatic reaction to it. I imagine they probably had a deal to "keep each other" to some kind of plan, and Jimin betrayed him. lol But it's whatever and they shake over it.

~01:05:00 - Hobi moves off the couch to let Kookie sit. Is he moving to let Kookie have a seat on the couch instead of forcing him to sit on the floor after his workout? Or is he moving to let Kook sit next to his boyfriend Jimin? *coughs*Hopekook is real, so I'm gonna go with the first one*coughs* What? I didn't say anything. *coughs*but that's what I was getting at with the hotel key anyway*coughs* What? Hobi's probably just being a sweetie and letting Kook sit on the couch since he was just working out before that. Hobi is a sweet boyfriend like that.

~01:05:17 - Then we have Kook leaning into Jimin for some Ji/kook moment. uwu

~01:05:53 - There you go. Our TK moment. Tae saying that he gave a certain workout a try after learning it from Kook. And Kook even complementing him (or teasing him? I can't really tell) uwu either way they are too sweet. ouo

~01:06:00 - Kook excited about getting a boxing partner when Jimin starts boxing lol He is too cute

Anyway. I've not got time for a few more time stamps because I really do need to go to sleep and I need to wrap this up. There's a few more cute moments in here. You've got Kook wanting to go take a shower, and Tae tries to leave, too. Kook insists that he stays and finishes the live with them since he started it with them, and Kook actually ends up staying to the end, too.

Overall, this was a very entertaining live. I'm disappointed that Kook wasn't a part of it until approximately the last 10 minutes, but oof. It was so good to seem them just interacting and talking and telling stories. And doing the little quiz thing that I didn't time stamp in here, but it happens when Hobi and Jimin are in their own little world together with Tae looking through Weverse.

Anyway. That's it guys.

I hope that you enjoyed it. And yes. I am 100% completely gay (hence the name lesbian-vmin). I like women. Not boys. I'm just a little less gay for Hobi, but I'm like 100% joking if I ever say anything that sounds a little straight about him lmao. Still gay.

#220416 #analysis #live analysis

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Congratulations on the 6 month blog-iversary 🥰

If you're feeling this request then maybe the first time reader and bucky are introduced and he instantly blushes everytime she says his name and then he's like try calling me James instead and its even worse and he has to leave the room. 😂 You can decide how it ends

Say My Name

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x reader

Warning: Excessive Fluff, shy Bucky <3

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Thanks for sending this in! It’s a little longer than a drabble, but I hope you like it, I changed it just a little bit! Jade's 6 Month Blogiversary 💜

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

Bucky walked up the steps to Sam’s place and knocked on the door, a white store-bought cake in hand. AJ and Cass especially loved this cake at the last party, so he figured it would be a nice surprise to bring along on his impromptu visit. He was hoping Sarah would answer the door since she was always a welcome breath of fresh air in comparison to Sam’s smart-alecky self.

Nevertheless, despite his faux surface-level aversion, he truly cared for Sam. And the Wilson’s were some of the greatest people Bucky had ever known, which is why he found so much joy in spending time with them all. As he waited for someone to come to the door, he peered around and noticed that Sarah’s pickup truck wasn’t in sight, but there was a small compact car that he hadn’t seen before. He thought that was strange, but he figured that would mean at least Sam would be home.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat when instead of Sam, it was you that came to the door. Recently, his old school charm and confidence had made a comeback, but all words were lost when his eyes connected with yours. Gorgeous, stunning, captivating.

You furrowed your brows as you took in the blue-eyed man standing in front of you. When you heard the knock at the door you thought it was odd because Sarah didn’t tell you that you’d be expecting guests. As your eyes roamed over his features, your gaze landed upon his hands holding the cake — one flesh and one metal. You internally chastised yourself for not recognizing him from the jump, it was Sam’s best friend Bucky.

“Hey there,” you beamed, leaning up against the doorframe.

Bucky cleared his throat, blinking a couple times before finding his voice. “I’m, uh, Bucky, or um James,” he stammered.

Your smile was brilliant, and your presence made his heart race in a way it hadn’t in a long while.

Sarah told you about how handsome Bucky was, but seeing him in real life beat all the descriptions. He was awfully adorable too, and she didn’t mention how shy he was.

You smirked, “Hi, Bucky. Sam’s not home, if you came to see him.”

Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when you said his name, a soft smile gracing his lips. Oh, it sounded so sweet slipping off your tongue. Bucky felt heat rising to his cheeks, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

You watched as a blush crept up the striking man’s cheeks, and you grinned at the sight before you — The boyish smile tugging at his lips as he stood there, meeting your gaze. Sam once told you that Bucky had a propensity for staring, but he never mentioned how cute he looked while he did it.

“Bucky?” You bit your lip to suppress your smile, waiting for him to respond.

And then you said it again, and he’d never heard a sound so lovely. Bucky could feel his ears turning red at the warm sound of your honeyed voice; he couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with him. Exhaling a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Oh, right um. Is it alright if I drop this off for the kids then?” He lifted the cake.

“Yeah of course, come on in. They’re just playing video games, but I’m sure they’ll be happy to see their Uncle Bucky.” You stepped aside, and he nodded courteously before heading to the kitchen.

Crap, I could listen to her say my name forever.

After reaching the kitchen counter, he rubbed his hands together nervously. “Actually, would you mind calling me James?” he asked, hesitantly. He tried to think of a reason, he had literally given you two options and you were free to choose, but hearing you say his nickname made him feel shy, and that shouldn’t be. “I’m trying to do away with the nickname,” he lied.

You grinned, scrunching your nose as you processed his words. He made very little sense, but you weren’t one to argue. “Sure, James.”

Heat crept up Bucky’s neck as his gaze fell upon the cake on the counter. It wasn’t the name, it was the girl. He looked up at you, completely red-faced and bashful.

Taking in his flushed complexion, you got concerned. You remembered that he was a supersoldier, and you were pretty sure that meant that he didn’t get sick. “James, are you alright?”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, he knew he was acting like a dorky teenager getting nervous at the sight of a pretty girl, so he decided to come clean. Rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sorry, I’m not normally like this, it’s the nerves. It’s just that, you’re so gorgeous, and it’s not often that I meet such breathtaking women, not that you’re like any of the women I’ve met, it’s just —.”

You cut off his rambling, “I make you nervous?” you asked teasingly.

He shrugged, “You do.” Now that the truth was out in the open, he felt himself calm a bit, despite how embarrassing the declaration was.

You giggled, “I feel like I’m the one that should be nervous, you’re literally an Avenger.”

“Well, technically, it’s —,�� he paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, can we start over? I’m Bucky, I get shy around pretty girls, and I realize I should’ve called before showing up today,” he said more confidently.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said with a warm smile.

Bucky blinked in surprise. “Oh, yeah?” he asked with a grin.

“Definitely, I like it when really good-looking men show up unannounced with cake,” you said playfully.

He let out a laugh, you were adorable, and your silliness put him at ease. “Well I’ll have to keep that in mind, doll. Although, I should probably call ahead to make sure you’re here.”

You stared into his alluring blue eyes, incapable of wiping the smile off your lips. His laugh was endearing and his smile so dazzling. It was your turn to ogle, and it wasn’t until AJ meandered into the kitchen that you fell out of the trance.

“Hey, Uncle Buck. Is that for us?” the boy asked gleefully, pointing at the sweet treat.

Bucky came back to reality, “Oh hey, bud,” he smiled, patting AJ’s shoulder. “It sure is. Do you want some right now?” he looked up at you. “If that’s okay?”

You nodded your head, “Sure, it’s not too late. Why don’t I cut us all up a couple slices?”

AJ grinned, “Thanks, Aunt Y/N. I’ll go get Cass,” he said before heading to get his brother.

You looked back at Bucky, smiling at you brightly.

“Oh, I should’ve mentioned, my name’s Y/N,” you said, only now realizing you had yet to give him your name.

“Y/N,” he repeated, subtly nodding his head with a twinkle in his eye and a charming smile spread across his features.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, quickly walking around him and busying yourself with finding plates and forks — trying to distract yourself from the feel of butterflies in your belly and heat rushing to your cheeks at the sound of your name on his lips.

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years

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Harry Gives You a Strip Tease (SMUTish) /concept/

AN: this is a continuation of Teasing Harry During a Zoom Radio Interview (SMUT). its less then 600 words so it will be considered a concept and won't have my normal tag list and set up. well never mind. it does now because tumblr is a bitch and won't show people i posted. but feed back is still greatly appreciated.

Finally Harry's last interview of the night was finished and he couldn't be more excited to go up stairs to his naked wife. You were propped against the headboard of the bed, sheets pulled to the tops of your naked breasts, waiting on him to arrive. The throb between your legs is so strong that you can't help but to cross your legs for a bit of friction.

As you're lost in your thoughts, thinking about how bad you want your husbands cock, you hear the bedroom door being opened and a sexy but slightly sleepy Harry enters the room. You can clearly see the erection he still has in his boxers and you want nothing more than to have that hard dick out in actual sight. But you have another cheeky plan to add to your previous cheekiness of the night.

Right as you see Harry start to haphazardly take off his white t-shirt that has a smiley face decorating center, you yell out, "Stop, not like that."

Harry holds his hands up in a surrendering manner as he stands off to the side of the bed and asks, "What? Thought yah wanted m'naked."

With a big grin on your face, you reply, "Yeahhhh, but could you like, you know, do a bit of strip teasing. Sorta like in the As It Was music video?"

"Really?" Harry laughs at your request. Not making fun but more so in a how did he get so lucky to be with a women that's as cute as you type way. When you give him a serious face, he continues with, "Alright, alright. I'll give yah a strip tease."

As he stands off to the side of the bed, you watch as Harry begins to seductively remove what little clothes he has on. He reaches down to grab at the end of his t-shirt and while crossing his arms, slowly inches it further up his torso and chest, all while keeping eye contact.

You can't help but to slip your hand between your legs and Harry definitely notices what you're doing. "You're rubbing your clit aren't yah, baby? Am I making yah wetter?" Harry questions in a deep accent.

You decide to drop the sheet you had held above your chest and expose your naked body to him, boobs and glistening pussy on display. Harry lets a moan out at the view of your beautiful body as the smiley shirt finally goes over his head and is dropped to the floor behind where he stands. "Fuck, look so gorgeous rubbing your pussy like that, love." he mutters aloud as he flicks his eyes from your face and cunt.

Next Harry glides his hands down his tummy until they're at the band of his Calvin Kleins. You watch as he dips his finger tips in the edge of the black fabric and curse under your breath while saying, "Okay, come on, Harry. Going a bit too slow now. Need you so bad." You're near tears at how horny you are.

Still going slow but not as slow, Harry pushes his boxers over his crotch and ass area, dick springing upwards while leaking precum, and down his tanned legs. Once they pool at his feet, he kicks them off, slinging the underwear across the room, and steps close enough to the bed to kneel onto the mattress. That's when you remove your fingers from your clit and allow him to take over your pleasure. And Harry does just that.

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ptergwen · 2 years

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idk if ur requests are open rn (if not please ignore this!!). so we all know the vlog peter made in civil war, well imagine him watching that over and maybe other vlogs he made with ned, the reader and mj while he thinks back to when everyone knew who he was and remembered him? idk thought this sounded sad

the value of a moment

w/c: 2,021

warnings: nwh spoilers, angst here and there

a/n: even though this tore me to pieces i loved writing it so much :,( thank you for such a wonderful idea i appreciate you sending it in <3 i hope y’all enjoy

peter collapses on his bed and breathes out a long sigh, exhausted from unpacking. he just got settled in at his new apartment. there’s a draft that lets in the chilled winter air, and the flickering lights struggle to illuminate the tiny space. it was all he could find on such short notice.

the city that never sleeps seems so quiet these days. but, it’s louder than ever in peter’s head. there’s a nagging voice that’s constantly reminding him of how royally he screwed up.

peter had made the heroic decision to sacrifice himself quite literally to save the world. in turn, he lost everything; his aunt may, his best friends. he even lost you, the absolute love of his life.

although, it isn’t you who’s gone. it’s him.

a multiversal threat was upon earth. because peter had caused it, the only way to stop it was by erasing earth’s memories of him and therefore his identity. now, he has to start fresh.

he wonders how you’ve been since it happened. what you’ve been up to, if you’re taking care of yourself. peter is hanging on by a thread. he hopes you’re doing better than he is.

as he shuffles into the kitchen for a snack, an unopened moving box catches his eye. it’s still taped up, with fragile written across it in black sharpie. he must have forgotten about this one.

peter carefully rips the cardboard where it’s taped, a smile stretching across his lips when he sees what’s inside.

there are postcards he sent may from your school’s trip to europe, drawings mj did of him, ned’s lucky hat. what especially piques peter’s interest is an old camcorder he used to make vlogs on. he’d documented some of his most special memories with that thing.

he did it for moments like this, when he’s feeling lonely and needs reminding of the times he wasn’t.

peter grabs the recorder and brings it back to his bed. he takes a seat, beginning to search through its contents.

he plays a video of you and him.

“no, no, no! that’s not how you do it!” you giggle, skipping over to stand behind peter. he’s in front of your mirror and fiddling with the collar of his suit jacket. “hands off, pete. i got it,” you assure him.

peter does as you say, his features displaying a light blush and a grin. he aims the camera at the mirror so it shows you straightening his collar.

you chew on your lip in concentration, your arms winding around peter’s neck to reach the front. he zooms in on your hands working their magic, and zooms back out once you’re finished. you rest your chin on his shoulder and press your cheek to his.

“all done,” you beam proudly. “thanks, baby. what would i do without you?” peter smiles twice as big. you hug his waist, peter flipping the camera so both your faces are in frame. “god only knows,” you mumble to the camera.

peter gasps in mock offense. you peck his cheek, then head off to touch up your makeup.

“so, here we are at y/n’s. getting ready for homecoming,” peter explains to his camcorder. “it’s gonna be awesome! it’s actually my first one… unless you count last year.”

“we don’t talk about last year,” you sternly state. peter puts the camera on you while you apply lip gloss. “good call,” he affirms.

you cap your gloss and pucker your lips at him. he slowly lowers the camera down your body, revealing your entire look.

“my date, everybody. how pretty is she?” peter closes an eye, zooming in on you. “drop dead gorgeous,” he adds. you try to cover your face, so peter seizes your hand and squeezes it in his. “say hi, y/n/n!” he chuckles out. “to who?” you question. “i dunno, future us?” peter’s tone is soft, his fingers toying with yours. “our future children? grandchildren? great-grandchildren-“

“i’m gonna stop you right there, pete,” you interject with a breathy laugh. “or else this’ll never end, and we’re already running late.” peter’s eyes widen. “we are? crap!” he squeaks.

he flips the camera around again, to which you lightheartedly roll your eyes at. you gather both your things while peter wraps up.

“ok, um, we gotta go meet ned and mj. babe, do you have the tickets?” peter calls the last part to you. you wave your homecoming tickets in the air, peter grinning. “phew. we’ll talk to you later. bye, everyone!” he looks at you expectantly. “so long, suckers,” you salute the camera.

you thread your fingers through peter’s to lead him out of your room. he sets the camcorder down and ends the video, your intertwined hands in view as it cuts off.

with a sad smile, peter begins to rewind the video. he pauses it when he gets to you kissing his cheek.

he remembers that night vividly. how tightly you held onto him as you swayed to the music, the way your breath brushed his skin every time you whispered in his ear, your eyes sparkling whenever they would lock with his.

you two were so happy, so in love. nothing could touch you then. if you only knew what was to come.

peter continues to skim through his videos, before he dwells on that thought for too long. he chooses one with a thumbnail that makes him quirk a brow.

you’re versing ned in a game of dance dance revolution at your local arcade. mj cheers you on while peter records, capturing the rather epic battle.

“look at them go,” peter narrates. the camcorder is focused in on yours and ned’s feet as you hit the moves. “right, y/n! that’s a right!” mj shouts to you and points at the arrow on the screen. “come on, pick up the pace! leeds is catching up,” she coaches you. “i’m going as fast as i can, em,” you tell mj, out of breath.

“less talking, more dancing!” ned chastises, spinning around on the platform.

the two of you follow the routine on the screen with intensity. peter films you both from your side, where mj also watches. he briefly moves the camera onto mj so he can do a mock interview with her.

“the people wanna know, who are you rooting for?” he questions. “are you team y/n or team ned?” he zooms in. mj glances side to side before staring into the camera blankly. “um, team y/n. girl power… or something like that,” she replies in her usual monotone.

you and ned can be heard giggling in the background.

“what about you?” mj asks peter. he scoffs behind the camera. “team ned for sure,” he reveals. “really? not the mrs?” she offers a smirk, you jumping around behind her. “no way. you know what they say, bros before hoes,” peter confidently answers.

he realizes his mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth. mj squints at him.

“not that y/n is a…” peter turns the camera on himself, grimacing. “i’m just gonna edit that part out. back to the game!”

him and mj tune back in right when the game is over. you groan in defeat, patting ned on the back in congratulations.

“the scores are in, folks!” peter announces. “and it looks like…” you jog up to peter and sling an arm around him. “ned won,” you pant, skin glistening with sweat. peter keeps the camcorder on you two. “aw, did he? sorry, babe. you’ll get ‘em next time,” he winks into the camera. “good job up there, though!”

mj gives ned a celebratory fist bump. you shake your head at her, muttering, “traitor.”

“we’re about to go for round two. wish me luck!” you pat peter’s hip, ready to run off. peter catches your wrist gently between his fingers. “not so fast! you should hydrate first,” he chuckles.

he hands you his water bottle from your table. you wordlessly rip off the cap and chug down what’s remaining. peter whistles at this, impressed.

“ah. the cool, refreshing taste of water,” you wipe your lips, placing the empty bottle back on the table. “what a champ,” peter remarks. he follows you over to the game, guiding you by your back. “edward leeds, i’m ready for you!” you declare as you hop onto the platform. “not the full government name,” ned puts a hand over his heart.

“you’re still at this?” mj suddenly appears in front of peter, tapping his camera lens. he jumps and nearly drops the camcorder. “oh my god, when did you-“

the video ends just like that, present day peter snickering at his past self.

god, he misses you three so damn much. he misses ned’s silly antics, his banter with mj, everything about you. you made the perfect group.

peter has considered reintroducing himself to the three of you, but that would undermine him doing what he did in the first place. you deserve your chances to live a life free of the chaos that peter parker causes. so does he.

at least he has these tapes to reminisce on.

tears fill peter’s eyes when he skips to one video in particular. he plays it, and the tears immediately fall.

“is this thing on?” may speaks to the camcorder. although she’s barely visible in the darkness, the camera picks up her bright smile. “aha! here we go,” she murmurs, focusing the device.

“hey there. peter must’ve left you in my car by accident when i drove him to the airport,” may explains. “he wanted to bring you to europe. i think it’s for the best that he didn’t, though,” she lowers her voice to a whisper. “his stuff got blown up… long story.”

she twists around to peek into the backseat. her smile widens.

“anyway, i just picked him and y/n up. we got back to the apartment a little while ago, but…”

may films the two of you, fast asleep on each other in the backseat of her minivan. you’d arrived home from your infamous europe trip earlier.

your heads are bent together, each of you laying on the other. you’re sharing peter’s sweatshirt as a blanket. you have an arm draped over his stomach, and he has both arms secured around your shoulders.

“they’re out cold,” may laughs softly. “i can’t bring myself to wake them. just look how precious,” she coos, steadying the camcorder on yours and peter’s sleeping forms. “besides, they could use the rest. europe was eventful,” she understates. “well, that’s one way to describe it.”

she’s right. you two are drained, peter especially after his battle with beck.

there are deep bags under his eyes and cuts littering his entire body. you’d helped him bandage them to the best of your abilities. you dawn a few scratches of your own, which peter kissed each of.

“my boy,” may says to herself, reaching out and ruffling peter’s hair. he leans into her touch even in his unconscious state. “that mysterio did a number on you, huh?” she observes.

she fixes peter’s sweatshirt so it’s covering the two of you better, then turns back around in her seat.

“i figured i’d show this to them once they come to. they’re gonna be humiliated,” may grins wickedly. “ugh, i can’t wait. thanks for dropping by!”

may blows a kiss to the camera before shutting it off.

peter turns off the camera after the video ends, his teardrops covering the screen.

may never did have the chance to show you two. this was the first time he saw that.

he can’t believe how good he’d had it. if he thought life was tough then, it’s impossible now. what got him through it was all of you, only everyone he’s ever loved and who’s loved him is no more. you only exist in the camcorder gripped in his shaking hands.

peter holds the recorder to his chest. this is the last of what he has left not only of his people, but of himself, too.

sometimes, you’ll never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

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emeraldiis · 3 years

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Pillow Talk

A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining

Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.

He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--

With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.

Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.

Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.

Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.

It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.

The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.

A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.

“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.

“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.

You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”

“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”

Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.

“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.

“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”

A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.

The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.

Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.

“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.

Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”

There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”

A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.

“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”

Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.

After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”

This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.

“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”

“Would you like instruction, pet?”

“That might help, yeah.”

Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.

“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.

“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”

“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”

You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”

A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”

“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.

“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”

Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”

There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.

“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”

Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”

For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.

“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”

He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.

The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.

As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.

“Are you still there?”

Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.

The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?

“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.

A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.

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