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sky-is-the-limit · 7 months

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"It's what friends do."

P:F!Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

CW: Afab Reader,Infedelity,

NSFW,Oral(recieving)

Song Rec: Friends by Chase Atlantic

WC: 2,560 words

Notes: @chai-isms had this lovely idea and I just had to extend it.. :)

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer!

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"Okay, okay, I get it. You missed me." He murmures softly, a wide grin spreading across his face. You can hear his heartbeat as you hug, a soothing rhythm that calmes your nerves, one hand cupping the back of your head gently. His leather jacket is cold against your skin, contrasting the warmth of his breath against your temple. You barely had time to brush your hair and hastily put on your pj's before answering the door, excitement washing over you knowing who's behind it.

"Damn right I did, you idiot." I still do, you wanted to admit. You always do. Saudade is difficult to deal with, it deepens when there’s nothing you can do to bring a person back to you and especially when death can easily fall into the equation. It always takes a few days for you to calm your restless heart down, sooth it that he's safe back home, where Sergeant Garrick is put to rest and Kyle gets to breathe again, alive once more.

You'd think that repetition makes it easier with time until you remember that your hug is a foreshadowing of the goodbye that would later tear you apart. It always does and there's nothing to fill the immeasurable emptiness until you can see kind amber eyes staring back into yours.

"Hey, I'm right here, all in one piece. I'm here." Now his lively cheekiness turns into reassuring whispers, as though he can sense your worried thoughts. You can feel his grip tighten, hearts thumping in unison to the sound of gentle rain landing on the ground outside.

You and Kyle are like magnets. Always finding your way back to each other no matter what. It's rare to find a friendship like yours, even more complex to describe it. You met five years ago when your dearest cousin started dating one of his closest friends, mutual gatherings bringing you closer together until you became inseparable. It wasn't abnormal for people to assume that there was something more between the two of you.

You won't lie to yourself that thoughts as such never creeped in. Thinking of all the late nights you'd spent covertly admiring his profile, he had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. A smile bright enough to illuminate the darkest corners of the room along with unusually sharp canines in contrast with his soft features.

He is striking, as if angels had carved his looks and you'd be a horrendous liar if you dared to say otherwise.

''I missed you too, you know. In case that wasn't clear.'' He finally untangles his arms from your body, hesitantly at first, then stands a foot apart, unwilling to completely let go. A sense of completeness washed over you, as if the hug had filled a void only he could create and make disappear. Kyle's eyes twinkle, accompanying the familiar playful tone in his voice before his gaze flicker past you, giving his attention elsewhere.

''Is he coming tonight?'' Oh. Him. You don't even have to match his gaze's direction to know he's staring at one of the photos on the wall. With Kyle's return, you forgot that the rest of the world existed, even your own boyfriend. The bitterness in his voice crystal clear matching the subtle frown on his lips.

They never liked each other, really. Always competing for the number one spot in your heart as if that question wasn't already answered with the way you look at solely one of them.

It hasn't been long since you've started dating Eric, a timid, gentle soul with strawberry blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He is handsome, no doubt. Always treating you with kindness and respect, giving you his undivided attention and time like every proper boyfriend should. Yet every time you look at him, you get reminded of the awful motive hiding behind the start of your relationship. He is Kyle's polar opposite.

It's fucked up, you know it. The moment cold realization washed over you like a thousand crushing waves that you might feel more for Kyle, you immediately said yes to the first person who showed interest in you. Someone who reminded you nothing of the man who offered you sleepless nights, wondering if he's still breathing under the same sky. A deluded solution to a problem that cannot be resolved.

"Uh, no. He's stuck at work, so he'll probably stay at his place tonight." The growing smirk that was plastered all over his face the second you mumbled those words was transparently clear, no ounce of shame behind filthy thoughts forming in his mind.

"Good, I deserve some time alone with you." He leers at you, eyebrow arching.

"Kyle-" You try to look away, eyes darting around the kitchen but inevitably drawn back to his.

"Obviously, you needed someone to fill the time now that I was gone." His forwardness doesn't surprise you one bit. Though you attempt to keep a cool demeanour, your body is practically vibrating with anticipation. You keep your eyes locked in his, arms over your chest as though to keep your trembling heart from jumping out.

"What makes you think he's not enough?" Your playful provocation works wonders. He looks at you with his mismatched gaze, daring. A fainted gasp escapes your lips, eyes widening as he suddenly closes the distance between you with a purposeful stride.

"You want proof now, Y/N?" Kyle murmurs, thumbs tracing your abdomen over your soft cotton shirt, teasing at the waistband of your shorts. He took a step closer, leading you to press your lower back against the kitchen table whilst holding your gaze, completely still, clearly just torturing you at this point. Suddenly, you feel Kyle's cool fingers smooth over your bare thigh, and you instinctively jerk your leg away. You don't mean to, your skin is warm, and his hands are frigid.

"How about the countless nights of you calling me after he leaves so I can finish what he couldn't?" His fingers gently touch the side of your neck, caressing it softly as the words melt into your system, bringing back the agreement you so desperately missed while he was away. You had initially brushed it off as sexual frustration mixed with alcohol and your disoriented brain when it first happened. Oh, how naive you were.

A New year's eve party, a drunken kiss and a soft whispered 'I want you' brought both of you back to your cold apartment, flaming skins and shameless moans disturbing the deafening silence of the night. It started happening more frequently, as if your body was subconsciously begging for his touch and he was always aware. Perhaps it was the deep rooted loneliness that led to this, Kyle with his isolated job and you with your self -destructive tendencies.

How utterly wrong you were. You desperately told yourself that once you get a proper boyfriend, you'd put an end to this. Your body had a different reaction to your plans, rejecting your boyfriend's touch as if Kyle engraved his name onto it and it will accept no other.

"Fuck, this is so wrong-" You admit, a little breathless as if the words have no meaning behind them. The guilt vanished the moment you saw him again.

"It's what friends do, right?" Goosebumps slither down your spine as he whispers in your ear, lips gently grazing your lobe and your hips buck slightly, desperately at the lightest touch. To your surprise, his erection is readily felt on your thigh through the thick layer of his jeans, making you quiver instinctively.

"Help one another when one's in need, hm?" A surge of arousal hits your body instantly, feeling the near instant reaction between your thighs arising by the second. You can't help but shudder as he runs his thumb over your clothed nipple, your breasts heaving as you breathe rapidly. You ache for him like a starved animal locked in a cage for far too long.

"And I'm gonna show you, what a good fucking friend I am." Kyle informs you, his lips descending hungrily upon yours. Before you can respond, he scoops you up in one swift sweep, wrapping your legs around his waist. You catch yourself wanting to curse your reflection out for ever complaining that he needs to spend less time at the gym whilst he carries you like nothing, setting you down on the table without ever so much as lessening the strength of his kiss. His tongue dances around yours, stopping only to bite and pull at your lower lip.

It didn't take long for him to start trailing sloppy kisses from your jaw to your pulse, biting the place at the base of your neck where it connected your shoulder, then sucking the skin and licking over the freshly formed bruise. The thought of the mess awaiting for you tomorrow when your mind is clear from his intoxication, briefly creeps in and disappears with the same pace, every muscle in your body clenching to his mercy.

''Fuck, I missed you.'' He breathes, voice thick and gravelly with need and desire, before tucking his head into the base of your neck to take a long, shuddering breath in, his hands scurrying hungrily over your hips, thighs, and stomach, as if he's trying to remember your perfume, your body all over again.

''Show me.'' Please, you want to add but the words are lodged in your throat and get swallowed down the moment he brings his gaze back up to meet yours, lips brushing your own softly. You'd ruin yourself for him, turn your life upside down, all he had to do was say the word.

''You want me to take care of you, love?'' He asks breathlessly, his nose nuzzling against yours gently, sending blood up to redden your cheeks furiously to the sound of the sweet endearment. The words were soft like a blanket, pulling at your heart.

''Yes, please.'' A soft whine escapes your parted lips softly, your hips arcing upwards desperately to try and meet his. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, screaming for him and him alone.

''You know I will.'' He murmurs, eyes darkening proportionally with each new inch of skin exposed as his fingertips slid underneath your shirt, caressing your sides. ''I always do.'' No doubt ever crossed your mind when it comes to him, yet it's never needless to have him say it, voice oozing with desire.

''Beautiful.'" He whispers, tugging your bra cups down so your breasts were over the fabric of your shirt, making you squeak, blinking owlishly at the sudden development. Gasping at his touch, you grind yourself against him, desperate for contact while he immediately begins sucking, biting, and licking your nipple while grabbing the other breast with his right hand, massaging it firmly.

''I need more- please Kyle!'' Your nails drag down his forearms, creating red lines impatiently and you're a mess. Suddenly the cool temperature of the room turns into unbearable heat, skin on fire contradicting the cold sweat slipping down your spine.

“That bad, hm?” He asks, slyly grinning against your burning skin. Even in these circumstances, he’s a cocky bastard, knowing exactly how lonely it felt without him, even with a warm body sleeping beside you. He quickly moves down so your thighs are on his shoulders, stretching between them, his cheek caressing against familiar softness. Your black laced undergarments slip off your body with ease, and you’re left bare under his hungry gaze.

He turns his attention to your soaked cunt, folds glistening with your overflowing slick. Without hesitation, he presses his lips against your slit, licking painfully slow your arousal and groaning at the taste of you.

Oh, if he only knew how many sleepless nights you spent with your own hand right where his mouth currently savors you, wishing it was him instead.

''Kyle-'' You moan his name like a desperate prayer, voice feeble and croaky to his touch. If your neighbors weren't already aware of his return, they are now. He shoots you a quick, sly smirk from between your legs before turning his focus to the task at hand, zeroing in on your clit, sucking tenderly as your legs clip down automatically around his ears, trembling.

His tongue is painfully, awfully delicate and torturously slow as it circles your sweet spot. In need to feel more pressure, you try to lift your hips into the pleasure as his grasp tightens on your thighs, promising blue shaded marks to appear so to hold you into place.

''I'll make up for the time I spent away from you.'' He drawles between tongue flicks, amber eyes fixed up at your face, not wanting to miss a second. Both of your hands were now gripping the table edge as you arch your back to the sensation, your core throbbing with pleasure.

''Your fingers-'' Before you could even finish your request, his plump lips rested against your clit, sucking it with need as he inserts two fingers inside of you with ease, curling them upwards to hit your spot instantly. His fingers fuck into you slowly, agonizing, matching the pace of his tongue flickering every inch of you. You jolt as if you’d been electrocuted, tense and shirking as you grip the wooden edges so tight, your fingernails might leave marks underneath.

''All yours, baby.'' His voice sounds so broken and wrecked, he craves this as much as you, if not more. Your fingers tug at his hair, desperate for something to keep yourself grounded. The sound that escapes his lips is so feral, almost like a growl. His pace is brutal, and your eyes blur with stars as he hits the deepest parts inside of you with his long fingers over and over.

You can feel the orgasm building inside of you with each thrust of his fingers, threatening to leave you shaking and breathless in a way no man could ever quite manage.

Kyle humms softly, and your toes curl as the sound washes over you like a heated wave.

"You taste so good, fuck-" He whispers breathlessly before licking you again, slower and more deliberately than before. The action draws a sharp cry from your lips which is quickly stifled as you bite down on them, squirming under the flickers of sensation. It never fails to surprise you how easily he can read your body language, as though you're connected and so he quickens his pace, working in broad strokes, sliding against the sides of your labia.

You can no longer control the moans and whimpers that leave you as he laps at your cunt, white dots your vision as the orgasm hits you hard, your whole body shaking with the sudden release of tension. When Kyle finally tugs his fingers out, your walls clench around them, almost like your body was trying to keep them inside for as long as possible. It was heady, intoxicating and you couldn't get enough.

Speechless, your hand reaches down to his face, tracing the outline of it with your fingertips.

''Don't mention it.'' Kyle chuckles at your loss of words, raising himself up so he can press a soft kiss on your cheek, before bringing his hand to his lips, allowing himself to taste your arousal soaking his fingertips.

''It's what friends do.''

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monzamash · 1 year

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unless you like that — daniel ricciardo

summary – it’s events season and the alcohol is flowing. rating – a whole lotta smut 18+ (sex scene, course language, drinking) pairing – daniel ricciardo x you (female reader) word count – 3.8k of absolute filth a/n – bit of plot but mostly just sex because drunk, flirty danny ric makes me feral. that's it. enjoy the ride. masterlist

All you wanted to do was drag Daniel back to your hotel room, get reacquainted after a couple of torturous weeks of being apart, maybe run a hot bath and enjoy the rest of your night in peace.

In your dreams.

You never really had Daniel for long during the season and because of that, you wanted to make the most of your time actually being in the same country, let alone the same city. But your handsome, social butterfly of a boyfriend had other ideas – ones that didn’t factor in your desire to have him all to yourself.

So good to see ya too, mate.

We’ve gotta catch up next time you’re in LA, man.

Maaaate, long time no see!

How’s ya mum going? Tell her I said hi.

The mum's bloody loved themselves a bit of Daniel Ricciardo.

The long, doting line of people wanting to wish Daniel good luck for next year and praising his strength through adversity while getting a sneaky selfie was never ending. To put it plainly, it was obnoxious but you were used to it now. He was effervescent, charismatic – a big ‘ol magnet to anyone and everyone. You loved him endlessly, admired his ability to smile through the pain even more but all you wanted to do was say goodnight to everyone and leave.

Barely two words were shared before you were whisked off in a car and through the doors of this swanky restaurant – the private function room and bottomless champagne making it less excruciating.

“All I can think about is getting this over and done with so I can come back here and rip this unbelievably beautiful dress off you.”

Those ‘barely two words’ were enough ammunition to last you a couple of hours, holding onto the hope of that promise coming true. But right now you had to try and enjoy the night and put any filthy thoughts you may or may not be having aside for the sake of your own sanity. Smile and wave.

You didn’t know exactly what the party was for but you knew that the McLaren team were the ones throwing it from the obnoxious amount of orange balloons hanging from the ceiling – and that Daniel was obliged to attend. But you would never have guessed that he was there as a contractual obligation the way he floated through the room, saying hello to every last individual, bright smile adorning his face. He made each and every person feel like a million bucks. That’s why they loved him, because he made them feel at ease – like he was one of them.

Daniel didn’t think there was a whole lot for him to be celebrating but he always underestimated how loved he was by McLaren – racing problems aside, he was adored by the staff who were devastated to see him leaving.

And somehow in a room of nearly a hundred people, he knew nearly everyone by name, zeroing in long enough to have them eating out of the palm of his hand.

Your words, not his.

“Could you say hello to my grandson – he loves you.” An older lady asked, phone locked and loaded for the video. God help him if he said no.

“Absolutely.”

Of course he said yes. That was the kind of person Daniel was. Not a people pleaser or a push over – just a genuinely nice guy with more patience than anyone you’d ever known.

After making your way around most of the room, you finally had a second to drink in your man. The freshly steamed, light blue linen shirt was lazily buttoned over his shoulders, leaving a the tiniest bit of chest hair showing for good measure and to tease you, no doubt. He’d gone for his classic black skinny jeans sitting atop a pair of shiny black dress shoes look that you loved and those wild curls that you’d spent hours twirling between your fingers flowed onto his forehead – he looked so fucking good.

His charm and kindness always had you singing his praises and you made sure he knew how wonderful he was, how attractive he was. Your soft whispers of admiration had his heart pumping as he took a sip of his Chateau Margaux red, lips quirked in a smile. “So sexy.”

“Which part of all that was sexy? The bit where I filmed a video for that women’s grandkid? You are an absolute deviant if that’s makin’ ya feel a certain way, my girl.”

Daniel loved to tease, especially when it garnered that kind of reaction. Rolling eyes, flushed cheeks and a gentle shove in the arm. He fucking lived for it.

“No, dickhead.” You scolded under your breath, “Just… you being you. I don’t know what it is.”

You couldn’t put your finger on it but you knew how it made you feel. Seduced.

“Maybe you can figure it out in our hotel room.”

Daniel shrugged with a smirk lining his lips, nonchalantly throwing out the idea as if he hadn’t been plotting a way to leave the party early. Wishing for nothing more than to have you praising his other set of skills, if you catch my drift. Rolling your eyes with flushed cheeks but in a very different context. He was twitching at the thought as his fingertips lightly scratched at the silky material covering your ribs, dragging your body closer to his.

“Don’t tempt me, Ricciardo. All I’ve wanted since the second we got here was to leave so don’t talk a big game if you can’t deliver.” You were whispering in his ear, hoping to spur on those scheming eyes staring back at you.

“When have I not delivered? Just call me FedEx,” He joked, swaggering away from the bar and waving to Lando who had just rocked up with his crew in tow.

“Do we even know what this party’s for?” Lando asked over the loud music blasting through the speakers, taking the smallest step back after he gave us both a hug hello.

Lando looked dapper compared to his usual hoodie and track pants ensemble that he'd wear around the track. He was slightly confused by the overt extravagance he’d walked into but he was always smiling your way, making you feel welcome. You were going to miss his cheekiness and the way he brought out a different side to Daniel. Mischief always seemed to follow those two.

“Probably just a way for McLaren to swing their dick around before the end of the season,” Daniel shrugged, completely oblivious to how crude his comment was. Thankfully Lando was more than used to it now after working so closely with him so you didn’t have to apologise on Daniel’s behalf.

“The wine’s ace though.” He quickly added.

“You would say that,” Lando replied, snickering quietly as he looked over at the bar, “Might actually grab a drink and come back. Want anything?"

Lando looked between you and Daniel as you both shook your heads until he turned away and disappeared into the crowd, “Kid’s not gonna know what hit him next year – being the golden boy isn’t what it’s cracked up to be…”

You nodded and watched Daniel’s eyes following Lando, pensively taking a sip of his wine before sighing and glancing back to you, “What?”

“Nothing,” You tutted, “It’s funny how much you care about him now after how rocky the relationship was in the beginning. I love that he’s softened you a little bit, made you less of a prick.” You winked.

The insincere insult tacked onto the end made Daniel’s thick eyebrows rise with faux hurt, an exaggerated gasp masterfully added for emphasis, “Me? A prick? I wouldn’t reckon a prick snags a girl like you.”

You watched as Daniel sculled the rest of his wine, a devilish smirk hiding behind the large glass, “No chance. Unless you like that.”

“I don’t hate it.”

Daniel's laugh was dark as he took a step forward, lessening the gap between the two of you before reaching up and brushing your hair over your shoulder, “Now you’re tempting me and that’s not fair.” He whispered into your ear, carefully placing his empty glass on the table beside you.

“Nothings really fair though, is it? You having to be here instead of buried deep inside me, fucking me until I –”

“The bar line’s a fucking ‘mare,” Lando loudly interrupted and caused you to jump back from Daniel’s side. You steadied yourself on his hip for balance as you watched Lando plot his next move.

“Oh, there’s Charlotte – she’ll have an in!”

You and Daniel politely nodded again while he shot off in the other direction, and the two of you shifted away from the middle of the room, out of view of prying eyes and into a private nook. Daniel was quick to pin you up against the wall, large hand pressing into your hip as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. He could see right through you.

“Don’t give me that look,” He growled, eyes narrowed. “Look at what you do to me.”

His whispered words and flickering eyes encouraged your hands that were playing with his slightly parted shirt to travel further south, fingertips tracing over his dark denim jeans that were a lot tighter than when he first got here. Almost too tight.

“You are fuckin’ cruel, sweetheart.”

The painfully hard outline pressing against your palm intoxicated your already foggy mind, mouth watering. You could feel your thighs magnetically pulling together as his thumb flicked the dimple in your chin, forcing you to look into his dark, misty eyes that were watching your every move.

"Want me to do something about it?" It was a bold question to ask, a dangerous one, even when you noticed his eyes change colour. They were blacker than the night sky now.

Daniel was exasperated, anguished by the question as he smiled and dipped his forehead onto yours. The answer was obviously “abso-fucking-lutely, get down on your knees and show me you love me” but he knew better. And so did you. Still, the warm puff of air from his laugh still sent surging chills down your arched spine, needy for his touch.

“I hate sayin’ no to you,” He rasped and closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, “Especially when I know how fucking good you feel but no. You can't.”

You dryly chuckled and brushed your hands over his puffed out chest, “Must be absolute torture, my boy. Thankfully I can hide how I’m feeling – you? Not so much.” You replied with gritted teeth and a shrug, smirk dancing on your lips.

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ in for it later, mate.” He playfully retorted before pulling himself from your grasp and leaving you with what he thought was a threat, but what you took as a promise you hoped to God he would keep. You were soaked. to. the. core.

The expensive champagne continued to flow freely for hours and several glasses of wine later had you and Daniel fumbling around at your hotel room door, unsure whether you’d arrived at the right number and having absolutely no idea where the key card you barely remembered giving him had gone. It also didn’t help that Daniel’s lips hadn’t left the crook of your neck while you dug through your clutch, his fingers inching closer to danger with every passing second.

“Lemme see your pockets,” You huffed and shoved your hand into his jeans pocket, causing a loud shriek to slip from his lips.

“You’re just tryin’ to touch my dick!” He shouted, louder than he expected and definitely louder than you accepted as appropriate, even in your drunken stupor, "You can if ya want."

“Shuuuush!” You hissed, trying not to laugh as Daniel gazed up at the ceiling and reached into his back pocket, searching until his eyes lit up with excitement. “Ah-huh!”

“Thank god – now hurry up and fuck me please!” You whisper-yelled, praying for the sweet sound of a door unlocking.

“Alright, ya horn-bag. Give me a sec- ond… Shit!” Daniel paused and looked back at you with wide eyes, “Wrong room.”

You could faintly hear the sound of footsteps behind the large door in front your shocked face. Before you could even muster a response to his mortifying revelation, Daniel had you in his grasp, dragging you down the hallway, panting and hoping he had a plan. He always did.

“Room 1001 – not 1011,” He coughed through his laughter, hovering the keycard over the lock and finally revealing the room we’d left nearly 5 hours ago, “Home sweet home.”

“Shut up,” You mumbled, throwing your arms over his shoulders and jumping into his embrace. Daniel groaned at your sudden burst of energy and hoisted you up on his waist, mouths instantly attached and desperately trying to defy physics.

Your vision was blurry when you pulled away for air, lips still touching, noses knocking and your hands still roaming the expanse of Daniel’s broad shoulders. You could feel him moving you further into the room that was spinning, the ceiling fan still whirring above your head. That was the first thing you saw when you landed on the messy hotel bed and left for dead by Daniel who was chuckling at the foot, watching you lay back in defeat.

“I’m stupidly drunk.” You huffed.

Daniel nodded as you looked up at him through hooded eyes, “So, so drunk.”

“Not that drunk.”

Your pointed finger and wiggling eyebrows told him exactly what you were referring to, lip bite and dark eyes forever selling you out.

“Take off your pants.” You ordered.

Daniel’s grin dropped into a smirk as you propped yourself up on your elbows, encouraging your boyfriend to give you a little show. Tipsy or not, Daniel knew what you wanted and he’d move heaven and earth to give you whatever you asked for. A heat rushed across his chest as he gazed down at you, undressing for him. The silky satin dress slipped off a lot easier than it went on, a detail not going unnoticed by Daniel who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, moaning at the sight of your white lacy thong that you knew he loved.

“Killing me.”

“You love it, baby.”

“I live for it.”

The banter was hot, if not hotter than the actual sex. Foreplay was your forte but you weren’t in a ‘building a narrative’ kind of mood. It was primitive now – the primal need for a release outweighing the desire to fuck around with each other. That was the kind of fun best saved for the morning. You were already looking forward to that.

“Look how wet I am for you, Danny.”

Daniel growled as he kicked his jeans off, boxer briefs attached as they flung across the room, discarded with his wrinkled linen shirt. He stood for a moment – naked, painfully hard and begging to be touched before crawling up onto the California king. You could feel him throbbing as he brushed up on your inner thigh, legs open and wrapped around his waist in a matter of seconds. Lips attached again, frenziedly needing for more.

“Give it to me.” You pathetically pled.

“I wanna taste first.”

You resented his love for you in that moment. Resented that he wanted to indulge in what you had to offer, when all you wanted was the main course. The sharp huff that slipped from your lips made Daniel chuckle into your inner thigh, sloppy kisses followed by tiny nibbles, undeniably revving you up but also making the pout on your face that much more noticeable.

“You’re sexy even when you’re mad,” He almost slurred, closing the gap between you and his indescribably proficient tongue. Hot breath fanning over what you could only imagine was your glistening pussy. Ready for him to enjoy. Fuck.

“You are a fucking drug. A sweet, delicious drug that'll be the death of me.”

Daniel hummed before flattening his tongue against you, loving eyes locked on yours before your head tilted back, throat barely squeaking out a moan. He lapped and lapped and lapped away at you, paying close attention to the way you curled up when the tip of his nose slipped over your clit, your moan changing in pitch. He was always in heaven devouring you like this, until he was somewhat satisfied. He wasn’t selfish and he knew what you wanted, even if he could’ve stayed like that until the sun came up. Feasting.

“Daniel, please.”

“Full naming me when I just wanna make you feel good is mean, baby.”

Daniel was playing. And you were teasing. He loved hearing you moan his whole name – his mind reeling back to the time you screamed out his full name as you came, subsequently rushing him to his own finish line. Exploding.

“I wanna cum around your cock. That’s all I want,” You sighed and finally opened your eyes, clutching and admiring at the sprinkling of chest hair. Daniel was drunk, but not drunk enough to not realise how lucky he was to have you spread out beneath him, pleading for him to fuck you into another dimension.

“Your wish is my… demand? Command? Your wish is my something,” Daniel couldn’t quite find the saying in the midst of his excitement, and you couldn't hold back the fit of laughter as you threw your head into the pillows.

“Smooth, Ricciardo,” You giggled as you felt his slick tip teasing your hole, fists clenched beside your head and a smirk the size of the equator on his face.

“Well how does it go then, smarty pants?” Daniel nodded his head and gently sank into you, revelling in the feeling of you engulfing every inch he had to give while he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head, waiting for your answer.

“I –” You stammered, adjusting and sucking in a sharp breath, “I have no… No idea, and I don’t… fucking care.”

Daniel chuckled as his wispy curls fell into his eyes, watching you lick your lips and gather yourself. You were blurry in his vision, the alcohol now really pumping through his veins as he gripped your hips in his large hands, palms perspiring and brows following suit. Your fingertips trailed from his chest down to his pelvis, skin hot to the touch and tattoos glistening from sheen of sweat covering his perfect body.

“Fuck me just like that… Oh my god.” You snapped open your lust filled eyes – blazing flames erupting in Daniel’s as they caught yours.

“Feels fuckin’ good, ey.”

It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyway.

Daniel was huffing and puffing as your lips tried to find his, hands cradling his slacked jaw. Drunken sloppy sex was one of your favourite genres and it’d been a hot minute since you’d found yourselves with the taste of red wine still lingering on your tongues, fucking like animals. He was thrusting hard until he noticed your hand crawl down to where your bodies met, the delicate touch slowing his movements and capturing his undivided attention.

“Oi,” Daniel breathed and sat back on his knees, still warming in your tight pussy. Your eyebrows quirked with intrigue and a small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as he grabbed your hand and guided it up to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. Fanning the flames deep inside.

His tongue swiped across your soft fingertips, making sure each one was dripping wet with spit before sliding them back down between your trembling thighs, “Bet that feels better, huh?”

“Mm-hmm. Much better,” You managed to moan out as he wrapped his arm around your lower back and angled your hips up to his cock, watching himself slowly slide in and out while you circled your clit, edging yourself closer with every touch.

Daniel picking up the pace meant he wasn’t far from his high, the tell tale signs were consistent and always a dead giveaway. The flush of red creeping up his neck and veins bulging under his taut skin was the first sign. Filthy words whispered into your ear was the second and grunts vibrating in his chest as his focus was pulled to you and only you were one of the final ones before he couldn’t hold on any longer.

But he never left you high and dry. Not in a million fucking years.

"Right fucking there, Danny!" You shouted, oblivious to your screams almost certainly alerting the neighbouring room. Even if you were conscious of the volume of your voice, you couldn’t have cared less. Your man was putting on a show and you’d be damned if you didn’t make sure he knew how good he was giving it to you.

"I'm right there..."

"Cum all over my cock, beautiful."

You squealed into the pillow you’d been gripping, scrunching your nose at how fucking good he felt filling you to the brim. Daniel eased your thrashing body through the shockwaves, making sure you felt every last writhe of pleasure – every nerve set alight by the fire burning in your stomach as that perfectly tied knot quickly unravelled. He was holding on for dear life, cursing how tight you felt coming around his aching cock.

"I need to see your face, baby. Look at me."

Daniel’s raspy voice snapped you back to reality as your hips rocked violently against his. That and your blown-out pupils boring into his was enough to send him tumbling over the edge, unloading everything he had and more.

Daniel clutched your shuddering thighs with his searing fingertips as he bucked one, two, three times and placed one of his shaky palms against the hotel wall, trying to catch his breath as he filled you up. Your eyes were lazily shut, slowly regaining some semblance of consciousness and clawing at the skin on Daniel’s abdomen – attempting to soothe him through his high. Selfishly, you were too caught up in your own that you’d forgotten he was even still there. You'd make up for that later.

For now, you were in bliss. Laboured breathing filled the comfortable silence as you searched for one another, floating back down to the real world.

"Come back to me," Daniel teased quietly as a sly grin swept across your face, eyes closed and skin still tingling from his hot touch. He fell beside you and rolled off the bed in search of something, anything to clean up the mess you’d made together.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven," You whispered back, earning a hoarse chuckle in return. Daniel looked like a mirage on a hot summers day when you opened your eyes and watched him exit the en suite, tissue box in hand.

"What a review."

Proudly boasting after sex was a regular occurrence with Daniel and you loved it; encouraged it even. He chucked the tissue away and practically tripped back into bed, still tipsy and feeling the full effects now that he wasn't under your intoxicating spell. At least for now, anyway.

He flicked off the lamp and sent the room into complete darkness before you felt his warm arm snaking around your naked waist, pulling you into his pounding chest. You were exhausted and almost numb from the long night but satisfied above all else. Thirst well and truly quenched.

You could always rely on Danny for that.

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paper-birdies · 2 months

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i've made a mistake

#and i'll do it again #If this gets 10 notes #i'll do moxxie #helluva boss #helluva blitzo #blitzo #helluva boss blitz #homestuck #art #digital art #doodle #drawing #artists on tumblr #lord do not forgive me for i have sinned

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electras-heart · 15 days

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help

#found these in my photos i forgot i made them #if i posted these already and am just having a silly moment then forgive me ok i #it’s my bday im absolved of my sins so take it up with the lord or whatever #the boys #homelander #queen maeve #a train #the deep #billy butcher #black noir

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delulu-with-wandanat · 7 months

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International Affair (Pt.3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader

Warnings 18+: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34), NFSW, Mommy kink, Submissive!Reader, Wanda receiving, Praise kink, PowerBottom!Wanda 🤭 (lmk if i miss smthn)

Summary: Wanda hires Y/n once again because her coffee machine needed fixing. On top of that, she finally gets what she wants. Y/n is more than happy to accommodate Wanda's needs.

Wanda hears her doorbell rings, she walks over to the person she's been waiting for all day. When she opens it, she was greeted with Y/n and that puppy looking grin of theirs. Christ, she really couldn't wait use them to her liking.

"Y/n! So glad you could make it."

"Of course, Mrs. Maximoff! Can't let down my favorite client." He joked, Wanda lets him in and leads him to her coffee machine.

"There's the machine. I can't figure out what's wrong with it, it seems like it's all clogged up. I use it from time to time, but my husband is the one who uses it the most." Lies, she knew what was wrong with it. It just needed a simple cleaning chemical. She was just using this as an excuse to be around them.

Y/n approached the machine and inspected it, it was the same machine he had back home. The machine was thankfully already turned on and he noticed the descale sign was on. When they pressed the brewing button, just as Wanda said, clogged up.

"I think this just needs a simple cleaning maintenance, Mrs. Maximoff. Where do you put your chemicals?" He turned to face her.

Wanda smirked slightly, slowly approaching them. Their breath hitched, suddenly Wanda got on her tiptoe to open the cabinet behind them just above their head. "It's right here darling." She handed him the cleaning chemicals.

"T-thank you." Fucking hell she was driving them crazy.

"You're welcome."

Y/n then started the cleaning procedure, he could feel her eyes on him. Wanda shamelessly watched as he does whatever the hell he needed. Leaning against the counter while crossing her arms. Y/n then runs the cleaning cycle and let it do it's thing.

"Now we just wait." They said with a smile.

"That we do." She then leaned a little closer. "I just wanted to say, thank you for helping me around the house." Her voice was slightly heavier and flirty. She rest her hand on top of their. "I really appreciate it."

"O-oh it's nothing, Mrs. Maximoff-"

"Please, call me Wanda." She gave him a flirty smile. Fuck.

"Of course, Wanda." God she loves the way her name sounds coming out from their mouth.

Tension between them was very thick, Y/n couldn't help but feel so attracted to the married woman. But he had to smack himself in the head, reminding himself that she already has someone. They pulled their hand and scratch the back of their neck.

"So how's your boys?" They tried to steer the atmosphere.

Wanda lets out a small laugh, "They're fine. The boys are having sleepovers with their friends." She leaned a little closer, "And I'm all by my lonesome." Her voice were very seductive, at this point even the oblivious Y/n noticed.

"W- won't uh" They cleared their throat, Wanda's smirk got wider. "Won't your husband be home?"

"Oh he's never home, always on a business trip."

Y/n's eyes soften at that. "That's a shame."

"It certainly is." She sighed. "I wish someone could keep me company."

"Maybe you could call up a friend?"

Wanda gave him a mischievous smile, while staring at intently. "I meant a different type of company, dear."

Y/n swallowed the lump on their throat. Before Wanda could continue, the machine beeped. Indicating the cleaning cycle was done. Y/n averted their gaze and focuses on the machine again. They did the next procedure of cleaning out all the excess chemicals. After a few minutes the machine was cleaned, water pressure was normal again, and it was ready for use.

"All done, Ma'am." They beamed at her, Wanda was slightly disappointed that it was faster than she had expected. "And free of charge, this was a simple cleaning job."

"Oh Y/n, I can't possibly do that."

"I insist, you've been a great help. I wouldn't be able to save up so much money and also get a job without you." Their eyes were genuine, another idea popped up in her head.

"Well, how about you teach me how to make a proper coffee? That way I can still pay you."

"Mrs. Maximoff I-"

"Y/n..." Wanda took a step closer to them. "I'm not taking no for an answer." They really don't know if it was the authoritative tone in her voice, or their mommy issues, but it was certainly turning them on.

"I- yes, Mrs. Maximoff." God she loves how quickly he falls at her feet, she can't help but think how submissive he gets when she finally has her ways. The thought itself was making the ache between her legs unbearable.

"And for the record, It's Wanda. You remember, don't you dear?" She stepped into their personal space, putting a gentle hand on their chin while tilting her head.

"Of course, Wanda."

"Good. Shall we?" She smirked at their nervous state and turned around to face the machine. She took the portafilter and filled it with coffee grounds. "My problem is mainly on tamping, could you help with that?"

Y/n snapped out of their trance, "Yes! Of course uh... So I'm guessing you're either tamping too hard or not enough?"

"Precisely." After evening the grounds, she took a tamper and looked back at him with a devilish smile. "Care to give me a hands-on demonstration?"

"Right." They stepped closer behind her, before they wrapped their hands to guide Wanda's. They asked for permission. "May I?"

"Please." Wanda had to control her breathing when she felt how close their bodies were, strong toned hands were wrapping themselves on hers.

"Your hand placement could be better." Y/n shifted her hand placement, "Like so, and now you just tamp." They swore they tried to keep their distance as much as possible, but in this position it was rather difficult. As when you pressed the tamper down you had to lean slightly with your body.

Wanda knew this of course, and she was enjoying it much more than she should. Y/n guided her hand, and when they both pressed down on the coffee ground. Their bodies were completely flushed, Wanda tried to hold back the sigh that was trying to get out of her throat.

She ultimately failed. Fuck at this point Wanda needed them now more than ever. Y/n heard the rather sexual sigh, they froze like a deer caught in a headlight. Are they tripping right now?

Well the cat's out of the bag, Wanda hastily dropped the portafilter on the counter and turned around to face him. Their face was inches from each other's and Y/n was too stunned to pull away.

"Let's not play dumb." Wanda put her hand on their chest and inched a little closer. "I have been wanting you for days, Y/n. I can't wait any longer."

Her voiced snapped him out of his dazed state, "I- Wanda..."

Wanda hummed, the tone in her voice filled with lust. "I love the way my name sounds when you say it." Their heart was pounding very fast, Wanda could feel it. "Why so nervous, darling?" She smirked, god that fucking smirk.

"W-we really shouldn't" He stammered.

"Why not?"

"You're married." Wanda rolled her eyes at that.

"He doesn't need to know. What's wrong with a little summer fun, hmmm?" She inched closer, her hand going up to their neck.

"Mrs. Maximoff I don't-"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Her authoritative voice came out again, it made them weak on the knee. Wanda noticed the effect it has on him, and smiled mischievously. "What's my name?"

"Wanda..." They breathe out.

"Good boy." Fuck oh fuck, Y/n thought. All moral compass thrown out the window. He was ready to follow her orders like a puppy. Seems like Wanda noticed this too. "You like being called that, don't you?"

They swallowed the lump in their throat, "Yes..."

"Are you going to be a good boy for mommy?" Yep that was it.

"Yes I will." Y/n wasn't the only mess here, Wanda herself was extremely aroused. The idea of being able to command them, and the fact that Y/n would follow it without a second thought was doing numbers on her.

This feeling of dominant was new to her, and she loved every second of it. She pulled him down and sealed their lips, Y/n’s heart practically exploded. Wanda was very rough, yet he didn't mind. Her hand flew up to wrap around their broad shoulders. While Y/n's held her by the waist.

Wanda's tongue asked for entrance, and Y/n granted it. Wanda moaned when she felt her tongue being sucked in, god she couldn't wait to feel those mouth elsewhere. When they broke the kiss, Wanda bit on his bottom lip which erupted a moan from him. She couldn't take it anymore, the searing ache between her legs was driving her crazy.

She grab their hand and guided it to go under her pants, "Don't be shy darling." This simple gesture made Y/n's head feel light. The act of caring yet authoritative was not something he expected to have such a huge effect on him.

When they felt the pool of arousal they couldn't help but moaned out the word, "Fuck..."

"You feel how much I need you, baby?" This whole thing was making their head spin, they only could nod in response. "Yeah?" Her voice dripping with arousal, its almost like she was taunting him. Kinda hot though. Wanda pulled him back into a sloppy kiss.

"Be a good boy and do what you gotta do." They didn't need to told twice, their fingers found her aching bud and rubbed slow circles on it. Wanda threw her head back and moaned out loud.

"Oh god-" Christ the sounds she was making was divine, Y/n could listen to this all day. "That's it baby, right there ah..." Wanda had to hold onto them for dear life.

You would think someone would not get so riled up from a simple circular motion, but don’t judge Wanda. Her husband was awfully terrible in bed, and she haven’t had any decent pleasure in years. On top of that, Y/n had been plaguing her mind for the past week.

She was sexually frustrated.

"Wanda hmpf-" Wanda didn't let him speak as she sealed their lips once again in an attempt to cover her moans.

"You're doing such a great job for mommy." The praises only made them more motivated to pleasure her. "Oh fuck- don't stop" Wanda moaned against their mouth and Y/n swallowed every single one of them. Their hand move at the perfect pace. Not fast, not slow either. Just steady.

Wanda was getting closer by each second, she hasn't felt this much pleasure in a long time. "God - I'm so close baby-" She manages to breathe out, her hand found it's way on to their hair and pulled on it.

"Fuck- Wanda..." She couldn't help but moaned out loud when she heard her name coming out of their mouth. The pull she had on him was rather painful yet arousing at the same time.

"D- Don't stop talking." She commaned.

"Yes, Wanda." Another loud moan erupted from her throat. Y/n leaned forward to whisper in her ear, nibbling her earlobe. "I will please you however you like. I'm ready to worship you, Wanda." Her other hand gripped his forearm that he was sure it was going to leave a mark.

"Oh! Baby I'm g-" She couldn't finished her sentence and hid her face on their shoulders.

"Shhh, I got you. Let go for me, Wanda." Finally she reached her peak, she covered her loud moans by biting their shoulders. Y/n hissed in pain, but again he did not mind. Wanda was too pre-occupied with her orgasm to notice. They help her ride it out until she calmed down.

When they pulled out their hand, it was a complete mess. Y/n took their finger up to their mouth and licked it clean while staring at Wanda intently. Once he was done, Wanda pulled them in to a kiss and shoved her tongue in. Savoring the taste of herself, she hummed in delight.

When they pulled back, they can't help but smiled lovingly at Wanda. "You're beautiful, Wanda."

Still tired from her orgasm, she gave him a weak smile. "You did wonderful, darling."

They noticed Wanda seemed rather weak on the knee, they pick her up and have her sit on the counter. Y/n's hand reach up to brush a strand of hair off face, he leaned in to put a soft kiss on her forehead. Wanda was slightly confused at the gesture and had to processed it for a second.

The younger one then moved away for a second. When he returned, he offered Wanda a glass of water, "Thirsty?"

Wanda couldn't help but laugh softly, "Thank you, Y/n." She grabbed the glass and hummed once her dry throat was hydrated. It was a rather new concept for her, aftercare. As her own husband never done it for her, it felt... nice.

"I may need another help with something." Wanda said, faint smirk creeping on her lips.

"What is it?"

"I need you to clean up the mess you make."

I cant write smut. Im shy af, this is the best i can do mkay 🥲🫶

Yea I know it’s not detailed cus i cant I CANT OK JEJDJJ AHHHH

#may lord forgive me for i have sinned #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x internationalstudent!reader #wanda maximommy #scarlet witch #wanda maximilf #wanda x gn!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x male reader #mommy wanda #wanda x student!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #International Affair #Wanda maximoff smut

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turvi · 1 year

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Best Mistake

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader(ex)

Y/n notices how he laughs, it's so different. She never saw him laugh like that with her. In fact, she never even saw him smile brightly at her. Sirius Black was an enigma, a dream. It was an honor if he even decided to look your way so Y/n was ecstatic with just the mere fact that she is dating him.

She will sit in the corner and watch him talk to the girls with such adoration and seduction it broke her heart that he didn't even give her the time of his life. She wondered if he really loved her when he didn't even look into her eyes like they held all the universe's answers.

She was sitting on the ground with the Marauders zoned out looking in the distance when Lily suddenly asked Sirius "what is Y/n's eye color".

There was an awkward silence as they all looked at Sirius to reply but not Y/n. She looked into the distance when Lily asked her the color of Sirius' eyes. Without hesitation she replied grey. Everyone was shocked including Sirius. No one knew how many times she looked into those same grey eyes trying to find love.

She ignored Sirius' stare and pretended like her heart was not shattering right now. Only if he knew how she felt. Only if he would not play with her emotions. Y/n can only wish right now as Sirius holds her hand. She doesn't know how to feel she tries to calm her beating heart knowing this is temporary.

Lo and behold the next time she saw Sirius he was flirting with another girl. She would not have paid attention to it but he made a promise to be a better boyfriend only to break that promise again.

She sighed and went towards the black lake. She sat against a tree branch letting her tears fall not knowing a pair of onyx eyes were looking at her.

When she realized she turned around to see Severus staring at her. When he realized he has been caught he looked down at the ground. He kept looking at the ground when a pair of shoes came into view.

He looked up to see Y/n standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her eyes were puffy from crying. "Why are you staring?"

"You were in my spot. That is my crying spot."

She sighed. She knew how her boyfriend and his best friend bullied him a lot and even after trying to talk to Sirius to stop it he only increased the bullying.

She patted the empty spot beside her "let's cry together then"

Severus sighed and sat down. He didn't want to admit that he had always loved her but he strayed away knowing that she is Sirius' girlfriend.

"Let me guess Sirius made you cry?"

She scoffed at the way he spoke and sassed "yes Severus he made me cry like always and I bet he doesn't even notice I am not there with him right now"

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Severus spoke up again "why are you still with him when he treats you like this?"

She sighed "because I know no one will love me and even if he gives me a bit of attention that is enough for me. I am scared if I leave him I will lose that bit of attention I get, and I know I sound dumb but it is true". Tears brimmed her eyes as she let out a shaky breath.

Severus lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. "Y/n it does not sound dumb." He softly caressed her cheek, he knew what he was doing was wrong but it is not his fault Sirius didn't know how to treat his girlfriend right, Severus was going to do a better job at that. "Give me a chance, I know you are heartbroken but I am willing to wait for you, to show you how much love you deserve".

She quickly blinked her eyes "what?"

He gently held her face now in his hands "you don't have to love me back. Just let me show you what you deserve and if you want to go to Sirius after that I won't stop"

She gulped as she saw his pupils dilate and nodded. Severus whispered in her ear huskily "use your words"

Her breath hitched "y-yes I am willing to give you chance"

He smirked "good girl". He pinned her against the tree and kissed her like he owns her heart. His desperate tongue met hers as she melted in his arms. She was a bit surprised as his hand was on the tree and the other on her waist. He kissed the sensitive spot on her neck lightly and looked at her waiting for her to stop him.

"Sev-you should take me on a date first"

He chuckled "were you waiting for me to make a move because it seems to me you already forgot your boyfriend"

She pulled his hair lightly earning a groan from him "you should not talk about my ex-boyfriend when you just tongue-kissed me"

He growled "Ex-boyfriend. I like the sound of it. I promise I won't let you down, sweets"

The next few days were an emotional rollercoaster for Sirius. First Y/n unceremoniously announced in front of his friends that she has had enough and wanted to break up.

He was confused about how easily she broke up with him. Usually, she was the one who was so scared of losing him so he decided to follow her.

He transformed into his animagus form and discreetly followed. His jaw dropped to the floor as he saw the scene in front of him.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Severus who was eager to kiss her and Y/n did not deny him. They sat down and Severus laid back against the tree as Y/n lay on his shoulder and chatted as he played with her hair. They looked at each other as if there is no one else in the world. The scene looked so intimate he just dropped his head and walked away with a broken heart and sorrowful soul.

It was then he realized what he had lost and there was nothing he could do about it.

A/N: I actually squealed at Severus' part so hopefully you like it too. REBLOG AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

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noirrelite · 9 months

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me omw to the toxin elemental sortie (I brought a shieldgating build and will die instantly even if I press 3)

did you know there's a country version of Ballin' :>

#warframe #shitpost #mesa #mesa prime #forgive me lord for I have sinned #you can unfollow me now it's ok I completely understand #shall I tell you about my one shameful L where I took my squishy speed build to get to and assassinate the SERGEANT as quickly as possible #but it was a toxin elemental sortie 3 #so I literally died on arrival and got mocked by pubbies for it #I will never live that down ALJGSDKJGDSKJGSDKJDGSJKDGSKJGDSJ

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kennethbrangh · 1 year

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Ian McShane as Judas Iscariot in Jesus of Nazareth (1977)

#ian mcshane #i don't even know what to say #like #i'm just #speechless #those eyes can't be real #i love him so much !!!!#forgive me lord for i have sinned #gifs*

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schwartzka · 2 months

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A decently cursed drawing of SpongeBob and his mates that I drew before the examination.

#spongebob squarepants #spongebob #squidward #squidward tentacles #patrick star #spongebob fanart #sketches #sketch #drawing #drawings #artists on tumblr #cursed #cursed art #i regret this #forgive me lord for i have sinned

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jax-arts · 7 months

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#viggo grimborn #httyd viggo #rtte viggo #httyd fanart #httyd rtte #httyd series #race to the edge #digital art #digital fanart #forgive me lord for i have sinned #i simp for this man

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prxckedradiolove · 2 months

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dinahboose doodle because THEM

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barbedbetty · 2 years

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Apples

Halbrand x Reader

Warning: SMUT (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk (not my forte forgive me), some fluff

I felt borderline insane for volunteering to go with Elendil to help Lady Galadriel and Lord Halbrand, who I heard was supposedly the lost King of the Southlands. I had spoken to both of them briefly when they arrived as one of the lead Healers of the island.

Lady Galadriel was kind but had a fierce nature about her, I had little knowledge about how to treat an Elf but I held nothing against her. Truth be told, I didn’t understand why most people hated them but if you voiced that opinion out loud, you were likely to get a less that pleasant visit from rough people in a alley.

Halbrand on the other hand was rough and rugged and handsome, there was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on. He was polite, didn’t want to cause a fuss, and obviously had eyes for Lady Galadriel. On the surface, he was a typical man.

But in his eyes, there was something lurking.

After I volunteered, I was helping pack some things in the infirmary when Halbrand came to see me.

We had a lovely chat if I’m honest, we sat on one of the beds and he told about Middle Earth and some of the herbs I’d find useful and he asked about some of the ones from the island. After a few hours, we walked to outside together as most of the trunks were being loaded onto the ships.

“Thank you for telling me about where we’re going, that knowledge is worth more than gold.” I said. “How can I repay you?”

“There’s no need.” He replied, waving his hand nonchalantly. “Call it a gift.”

“Thank you, my lord.” I curtsied and smiled up at him, he was so tall compared to others.

“Thank you for accompanying us, my lady.” He bowed and winked at me, it made me blush.

I watched him walk away and I felt even more excited about the trip.

Once we arrived in Middle Earth, we found a small abandoned port to dock our ships. We set up camp and I sighed as I set my small tent up. Once I had it the way I wanted, I stepped inside and laid down on a thick blanket.

I just laid down and closed my eyes for a second, but when I opened my eyes the light was gone and it was pitch black outside. I peeked through the flap and saw the moon high in the sky, at this season meaning it was around midnight.

I felt groggy and stood up. I changed out of my day dress into a thick nightgown and tried to go back to sleep but it eluded me.

I was hungry and instead of trying to find the kitchens which were probably empty, I went down to the ships. There were probably still stores of fruits and salted meats that I could sneak away a few things that wouldn’t be missed.

I was down in the galley looking at the barrels for apples when I heard someone walking on deck.

I wasn’t doing anything wrong but I still felt like a child that was sneaking sweets after bedtime.

“Good evening, my lady.”

I turned and saw Halbrand smirking at me from the doorway. I smiled and bowed my head.

“My Lord.”

“What are you doing here so late?” He asked as he walked downstairs towards me.

“I fell asleep and missed dinner.” I shrugged and turned back to look for some food. “I figured I could take a few apples that wouldn’t be missed.”

I felt him step up right behind me and I froze. He reached around me and plucked a red apple from the barrel and gently turned me to face him.

“Like this one?” He smirked and held it out for me, but when I reached for it he pulled it back.

“Ah ah,” he chuckled and held it in front of my mouth. “Take a bite.”

I felt a shiver rush up my spine as he took a hold of my hip to hold me in place and step as close to me as he could.

“Go on.” He whispered. “I promise it tastes just as sweet as it looks.”

I blushed as his green eyes sparkled with mischief and lust, he lips ticked up in the corners as he waited for me to take his bait.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find him attractive, he was mysterious and charming, a dangerous combination.

I might never see him again after the battle, I thought to myself, it pulled at my very soul to think that.

So without waiting another second, I leaned forward and smirked at him playfully as I took a bite of his apple. Completely aware of the euphemism he was insinuating with his act, although he seemed surprised I played along with him.

I pulled my head back and swallowed the sweet bite.

I licked my lips of the juice and he watched my tongue run along my upper lip.

Feeling suddenly bold, I pushed the apple away and stepped closer to him and pushed my body against his and smiled.

“I’m hungry for something else now.” I whispered.

“What would that be?” He asked as he tossed the apple aside and held onto my hips to pull me as close as he could.

“You’ll see.” I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed him.

He moaned and teased my bottom lip with his tongue as he kissed me fiercely back.

I traced my hands down his body as he led the kiss and began untying his belt, once I did I pulled my head away and he started kissing and nipping down my neck as I fumbled a little with trying to undo the belt. He laughed softly against my neck and one of his hands wandered over my ass and began kneading the flesh there as he suckled on my pulse. I moaned and my fingers shook as I fought against the urge to let him do as he pleased to me.

I groaned and finally pushed his trousers down. I reached up and pushed at his shoulders and he looked stunned that I pushed him away. His back hit a vertical beam and I supposed he thought for a second that I changed my mind.

But only for a moment, as I got down on my knees and started to stroke his thick cock with my hand.

He moaned louder and threw his head back against the beam.

“You don’t have to d-Ah!”

He cried out as I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth. I felt his begin to shake and his hands trembled as they threaded through my hair.

I closed my eyes and gently suckled on the tip while his fingers found purchase in my hair.

I twisted my fist while sucking him and every once in awhile I’d massage under the tip with my tongue which made his moan and pant.

“That’s it.” He whispered as he thrusted his hips a little. “Good girl.”

I shivered and moved my hands to hood onto his hips while he helped me bob my head back and forth along his length.

“S’pretty on your knees for me,” he moaned as he jerked his hips a little when I swirled my tongue around the tip. “You’re so beautiful.”

I blushed and kept moving my head when he pulled me off of him. I looked up and must’ve looked a mess with swollen lips and my eyes welling up with tears from trying not to gag.

He leaned down and pulled me to my feet and started kissing me like his life depended on it.

He turned me toward the beam and grabbed my hands and placed them on the soft wood. He pulled my hips back and kissed across my bared shoulder.

“Don’t move.” He grunted as he lifted my skirt up and felt up my backside.

I felt his fingers glide over my wet entrance and I moaned, then I felt his tongue.

“Ohhh, my lord.” I groaned softly as he began licking thick, hot stripes up my center and then his long fingers began pumping inside me.

I grinded my hips as much as I could and tilted my head back, moaning like a wanton courtesan.

He moaned against my skin and drew quick small circles around my clit with his tongue and I felt a tingle slowly move up my spine.

“I’m gonna come!” I cried out, I gripped the wooden beam as tightly as I could and arch my back like a cat. I was right there, transfixed on a precipice of a fall and he pulled away.

I whimpered and leaned my forehead against the beam.

“Noooo.” I whimpered and almost stomped my foot.

“Patience, luv.” Halbrand whispered as he kissed my shoulder and bit gently at my skin as his rough fingers felt up my thighs and grasped my hips firmly.

“I’ll give you what you want.” He promised and when I was about to answer him, he thrusted his full length inside me.

I opened my mouth to scream but he covered my mouth.

“Shhh, only I get to hear the sounds you make.” He chuckled and I felt it as he pushed his chest along my back. “The guards are going to come back soon. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

I moaned and grew a little embarrassed by the wetness that now surrounded his cock inside me. He shuddered and nipped at the back of my neck.

“Oh you naughty girl.” He pulled my chest up so I was almost standing and his front was completely flush against my backside.

He felt so deep, it was like I could feel him in my chest. I could barely breathe let alone speak if he moved his hand away.

He began a slow deliberate pace where he’d pull out halfway then push back inside me. My eyes rolled into my head, it felt like every single nerve ending on my body was on fire. It felt so primal and feral yet intimate. He hand over my mouth was determined not to move but he wasn’t putting any pressure that would make it uncomfortable. His thick, hot cock was burning me from the inside out but I could’ve lived with that deep passionate burn forever.

I moaned and let him use my body as he wanted.

“Oh, that’s my good girl.” He whispered in my ear, his breathing was trembling and the way his voice cracked made me feel powerful.

“You want to come on my cock, don’t you?” He asked. “You want to finish inside you?”

I nodded and moaned again circling my hips as he thrusted into me as a sign of my willingness. He groaned into my hair and snapped his hips up. I cried out at the sudden movement and I feel his chest begin to rise and fall quickly as he panted and his pace quickened.

“Yes, you feel so perfect around me.” He moaned louder than before and sped up. “I can feel you’re close, that’s it.”

I held onto the beam and leaned my head back against his shoulder and my vision went white as I came, my pussy pulsating around his cock. I screamed into his hand and felt my body seize up with overstimulation. It was all too much.

The heat from his body, the burning pleasure from my own, the way he sped up and gripped my hip so hard I knew it’d leave a bruise.

He shouted as he came inside me and leaned his head against the back of my shoulder. He was panting and shivering, his hand left my mouth and I licked my lips to try and stave off the dryness I immediately felt.

For a minute we stayed still, trying to catch our breath and he stayed inside me as deep as he could go. He thrusted a little deeper and we both winced. I gasped and tried to push his hips away but he held my hand instead.

“No, luv.” He whispered against my skin. “Not yet, I want to feel you for as long as I can.”

I leaned fully against the beam and shivered when I finally managed to catch my breath.

He started kissing the back of my neck and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” I whispered.

“A few weeks ago I was stranded and didn’t think I’d find salvation.” He finally pulled out of me and I gasped and groaned as my legs began to buckle. I heard him buckle his trousers back up and while I tried to gain some footing, he bent over and put his arms under my knees and back and picked me up.

He looked into my eyes and gripped me tight as he smiled.

“And now, I hold the sun in my arms.”

I blushed and wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his chest.

“Let’s go back to my tent.” He whispered. “I have apples there you might like.”

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