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alchemiclee · 4 days
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i've thought about making a side blog for my daily tiny scrunkly bladies, but I have 3 blogs and struggle to keep them all active, so I just decided to post them here on my main. but I also feel like that will deter people from paying as much attention to him. people would probably be more likely to follow a separate blog for him to keep up easily. no one wants to follow the mess that is this blog 🤣 i'm sure most people that enjoy him won't care about what else is on my blog and they won't want to look through it for him as he gets lost in my reblogs and posts.
I want him to be seen and enjoyed as much as possible because the whole reason I got him was to try to make people laugh/smile. and I really believe people really need more laughs and smiles in their lives!!!! don't know how well that will work if he drowns in my main, so maybe I should just do a separate one... 🤔 but that's more work for me and I don't really want to if i'm honest LOL
i'm only 3 pics in though....I could still make a separate blog...it's not too late yet. do I do it or just keep posting here???? I don't think I have enough followers to ask this question to, but what if I did a small poll anyway to see what happens:
(I hate that the only choices for poll time are 1 day and 1 week. I wanted 2 or 3 days 😅)
edit: i was reminded you can follow his tag "itty bitty bladie" for more, so that's an option as well. that might solve the whole issue 😆
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hueningkoi · 2 years
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*just trying to go through the tag of my fav character and seeing the most nsfw as fuck posts about reader having sex with said character*
looks like i really do need to filter out the tags for reader inserts and self shipping for every single thing I care about and enjoy on this site don't I 😅😅
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oksfranta · 1 year
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justsomestoriessx · 1 year
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eddie taking you nice and slow in the back of his van ugh need
Need indeed 🫡
Your Van in the Field
Warnings: 18+ explicit content. MDNI.
Unprotected PinV (wrap it). Oral (f). Weed. Mutual pining. Possessiveness I guess but it’s from a loving place. Sexual markings. Sprinkles of praise, biting, hair pulling and finger sucking? We flirt with dacryphilia in this. Fluffy fluff fluff.
AN: Sooooo I got incredibly carried away with this and don’t know if it’s the vibe you wanted but I tried my best and this is what happened 😅 tysm for this idea! 🫶 idek if I hate this or not? Very long waffles, like wtf am I going on about, but we move x
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Rain. It hits the leaves in the field around him with pitter patters that harmonise with the soft clunks to his van. Nature’s tiny bullets firing at the disrupter to its parched soil. It had been hot in Hawkins, uncharacteristically so. Blades of grass had yellowed and flowers grew weary in the heat, bowing their heads in surrender to the sun. It felt how it feels right before you need a good shower of rain.
And now: green. Green showed the life of plants being quenched and the hope of air being cleared, although right now the humidity was thick. Kind of like the staleness of the air prior was putting up a fight, staking it’s claim on this land…but hey, maybe that was just the weed talking. Whatever it was, it frizzed his hair up.
He lay in the back of his van and it was quiet - likewise, uncharacteristically so. He liked the rain. Liked to hear it, watch it, smell it - it made everything seem so fresh and replenished. It felt calming to him and it was one of the only times he’d keep the radio off. Although, it was off more and more as of late.
He’d decked his van out when the rain started to hit more. When you started to visit more. Blankets and pillows - none of which matched each other, making his ol’ faithful look cluttered and a bit offensive to the eye with the array of fabrics and textures accenting the tarnish of oranges and greens, some navy and black to add to the senses too. But it was comfortable, and you favoured a plush sage green cushion that he kept to one side incase he was lucky enough to see you.
He had one burnt orange pillow tucked behind his own head, and one leg crossed the other as he hummed softly. He took a long drag of his joint, watching the paper disintegrate in red embers and crinkle away as he inhaled before blowing out slowly, the smoke dancing above his head as it almost became the same mist that housed the humidity.
He didn’t want to admit to himself that he’d rolled one specially for you, telling himself it was for him later. And that he just kept it on your pillow so it wouldn’t be on the floor. The same floor that he’d covered in knitted blankets with different sized holes in them for what he liked to call character, not because you were a sucker for coziness and got cold feet. And he definitely told himself that the cardigan that you left here that time, the one that he tied around the back of his seat’s headrest, was there as a reminder to himself to give it back to you. You know, this time. He’d forgotten the last four times - he had! He swears it. He also leaves the little wild flowers you brought the other day shrivelling on his dash because it would be rude to get rid of them, not because when he looks at them he feels like you brought him flowers. Definitely not.
He couldn’t quite believe his luck that first afternoon - it had been raining then too, but was gloomy and cold. His offer to drive you home had been a stroke of courage he only found when he’d seen you alone, coat over your head ready as you pondered the best plan of action to run home in the rain. You worked in the cafe next to the mechanic shop he made his best of a living in (he took the job for Wayne, but secretly now loved it) and so seeing the familiar face made you bashfully accept his offer. He’d always been nice to you, of course. ‘Black coffee with three sugars to go cute guy from next door’
You’d chit chatted quietly to one another, politely at first, the rain’s song keeping any awkward silences at bay…until you’d started to make each other laugh. Until you drove past the pizza place you said did ‘the best pizza ever!’ and it happened to be his favourite too. Until before either of you knew it, you were sat in the back of his van, both damp with sodden pizza boxes discarded. And soon those boxes sat empty save a few crusts, the chats and laughs had turned into gazes that lingered with testing touches to arms and legs, which somehow led to kisses - new and unfamiliar, but teasing and excited. Small pecks at first until mouths opened and tongues squirmed. Until his lips were hot at your chill-bitten cheeks as they ghosted your face, thawing the skin, and your hands were warming the back of his neck. Fire in your bellies keeping you warm. Until he didn’t know where the line was, and neither did you, as to what you could both do next.
Until he really did need to take you home, as it had somehow passed midnight.
And from then? From then he parks his van here. The little spot in a quaint field by some trees - the same one where you’d shared pizza and kisses. And then one day shared music and cuddles. Another time, you’d shared bodies and fucked like bunnies into the night. The passings of seasons had seen many, many meetings where you’d unwrapped each other like presents, surprises and things to learn inside both mind and body - until that one night where you’d laughed so gleefully and for so long that both of your side’s had ached…and it happened. Without either of you knowing it, that time you both shared love. Like two teenagers who didn’t know better. And like teenagers, you danced around the topic, neither knowing what you meant to the other.
You had come to see him in the end, of course; the magnet pulling you back to the van in the field like always. You’d gently tapped the metal of the doors and god, you could practically feel your eyes light up when he lifted his head up to see who was there. If you were a cartoon, hearts would have popped from your sockets and you mentally chastised yourself for it. He grinned at the sight of you, shuffling up onto his elbows.
“Hi, I brought sandwiches” you beamed, presenting a plastic bag that was dripping with water before carefully removing some of the blanket area to place it down without getting them wet. He noted the way your clothes clung to you, and the wetness that held your hair, water droplets collecting at the end of the strands and soaking into your work blouse.
He was positively thrilled to see you. As always. He itched to wrap you up in him, the minimal space between you causing him actual harm - but he also itched to get you out of those clothes. It’s funny, really, but times like these are when he knows that this has definitely shifted from physical to emotional. Yes, of course he wanted you out of your attire for his own selfish reasons, your body his heaven and he was certain he’d done something incredibly noble in a past life to deserve to see it the way he does…but his first thought was to prevent you getting sick more than anything else.
So he listened when you told him about your day, and how you acquired all the sandwiches that had been ordered for some event and it had fallen through. And you listened as he told you about his day. You giggled at him when he told you about the royal fuck up he made on Mrs Up-Tight’s car bill and how he was definitely going to be sued as well as fired and then tortured and murdered when she found out.
And then he’d suggested it. Clothes off so they can attempt to dry. Please and thank you.
“I have nothing to change into” you’d pointed out after finishing a bite of a sandwich.
“You think I have all these blankets around for decor?”
“Well, it’s definitely not for decor” you smirked, eyeing the clash of colour, and he chucked a crust at you.
And with that, a bit too eagerly, you’d agreed on ‘naked blanket cuddles’.
“Ah ah - I wanna do it” he told you as your fingers went to the button of your pants, making ridiculously cute grabby hands at you, which made you faux roll your eyes as you come to stand in front of him. He shuffled onto his knees and you earned a pinch to your sides for that ‘sass’ as he’d call it, followed by a playful but scolding nip from his teeth at your hip as he began to drag the material down your legs. As if he’d started something he had to finish, his soft bites became a gentle suckle, and then pillowy lips latched harder and sucked their mark into your skin.
He undressed you like you were an intricate piece in a museum; like you were precious and expensive. The new bruise that bloomed on your hip almost seemed corruptive, like a vandalism of art, and it made his brain short circuit to see it there. But he handled you with such care that it sometimes had your eyes stinging with the threats of tears - featherlight touches he’d chase with his nose and lips, eyes closed as though savouring.
It would be easier to swallow any tears down when he’d make you huff laughs with things like walking his two fingers up your legs and talking to your thighs like they were people outside of you, a gentle hand squashing your face to one side as he whispered something beautifully dumb like ‘sssshhh, we weren’t talking to you’ before he’d trace his lips slow against your skin to leave another delicate bruise into the flesh inside. A fresh burial to a graveyard of his hickeys.
Now listen, he loved leaving his marks on you. Loved that you loved them. Loved remembering your escapades that caused them when he found them again, and so did you as you’d trace them fondly in the shower of a night. But, honestly? He also loved that while you were allowing him to visibly litter you in his affections, it meant that you probably weren’t letting anyone else see them. Nobody else settled between your thighs on nights he didn’t see you. He liked to think of himself as an easy going, not overly possessive guy - but then he met you, and the thought of you with anyone else knocked his stomach. And so ultimately, he keeps marking his territory.
Not that you’re his, of course. After all, you’re not together. He’s cool and breezy about the situation. You can see other guys if you want…’cause you’re not together. Completely your choice. As long as you’re happy. That’s totally cool. He takes it back, he just thinks hickeys are fun and you like them too and that’s it…because you’re not together and…
And if you are seeing other guys, he hopes they choke and die.
You knew none of his inner turmoil. You just saw the goofball talking to your thighs while biting and kissing at them, like normal. Making you lightheaded with the feel of his mouth but laugh with the tone of his words. But wow, he could also be so quick to turn things overwhelmingly sensual. Intense eyes upon you, the teasing glint glazing over with something a fraction away from lust: want. Plain and simple. He wanted you. From goofball to lover in seconds, but always beautifully himself.
He swiped his nose over your underwear covered clit that throbbed as if standing to attention, and he planted a soft kiss there before he attached his mouth over the fabric and exhaled, deep and controlled. Your body jolted at the hot air that seeped into your cunt before he hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled the cotton from you.
He lightly pressed at your hip, guiding you back against the metal side of the van and following you towards it on his knees. He reached his hands up to pop open each button he could reach on your blouse, ghosting his fingers back down your stomach and leaving tingles chasing in their wake. You left the cheap work shirt on, just unbuttoned and open, bra peeking out from it’s curtains. He lifted your leg up and over his shoulder, calf and foot trailing down his back and he sponged a kiss to your knee before his lips ghosted at the flesh of your thigh, now cushioned in the junction of his shoulder.
He obviously left more of his marks as he went. He couldn’t help it - but he tried to be kind about it at least. Gentle, gentle, gentle until he lost himself in mouthing at you, and his teeth closed around your skin hard. You hissed out a gasp and he couldn’t help a smirk against you. Hickeys had a loving undercurrent of motive, he thought, but faint bruises in the shape of his shallow bite welts? They were purely just for his fun (and lack of self restraint) - they made his cock twitch.
Hearing your noises from above, even a ‘please’ sneaking from you, his patience run wore thin and he let out a soft groan before burying his tongue inside you. He lapped at you with purpose, and that purpose was to taste. It wasn’t desperate, though, more like content as he hummed into your centre, his tongue flat and steady as it licked a long stripe from your entrance to clit before swirling at the swollen bud. He sucked you into his mouth gently and he shook his head languidly from side to side and your body was spasming with the lightness in his touches, just how he knew you liked it. You were grinding down lazily onto his face and letting out noises that were fucking sinful but oh so lovely for him to hear. The hand he gripped your thigh with tightened to keep you to him, his goal of your orgasm in mind.
“I-fuck-I knew naked blanket cuddles were a ploy” you strained out, voice all high and breathy, your hand covering his that had snaked around to grope at the softness of your ass. He pulled away, a cocktail of your slick and his saliva stringing from you to his mouth and he nodded, tutting and eyebrows raising. Mock sympathy laced through the action.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want me to stop?” He asked, cocking his head to the side and resting it on your thigh.
“Don’t you dare” you admonished, hooking your leg firmer to keep him where he was. You fastened your fingers to his hand that covered the flesh of your ass and dragged it towards your centre, which had him scoffing as he ran his fingers through your folds, dipping one into your entrance and pumping carefully.
“Thought so” he teased, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck you from them. It was the sexiest thing you think you’ve ever witnessed - it made you pause and take a minute to really look at the man between your legs: literally kneeling for you, hair a frayed disarray of a halo around him, lips puffy and glistening with you - it had you clenching around nothing. Your chest flooded, and god you were so in love.
Wait, what?
No. No, no, no. That would be foolish, wouldn’t it? You’re just casual. Easy breezy. Nothing serious and that was fine. And he probably wouldn’t want anything more anyway. No strings was best, for sure.
Your fingers come to comb through his hair, but your heart suddenly swells before your brain could work out why, stopping you from pulling him back into you momentarily. And the reason? Nothing short of ridiculous. It was that immediately you’d felt the texture change and it made you feel giddy, like a lovesick puppy because…your man’s hair gets frizzy in the humidity. That had your hormones fizzing. Ridiculous.
The logic in your brain hissed at you, saying that he wasn’t your man and how this new information was unbelievably stupid and unimportant - literally who cares about hair - but the heartstrings clearly in control here pulled at the mechanics of the corner of your mouth, and before you could stop it you were smiling down at him.
Oh yeah. You were in love with this man. Pathetically so. No doubt about it.
Fuck.
It was only the feeling of his tongue back on your clit that snapped you out of your trance. Two fingers in a ‘V’ to splay you apart for him as he attacked the swollen bud. Your head thumped back against the tin behind you, fingers tightening in his endearingly frizzy hair and you felt him push your leg on his shoulder open wider to spread you without needing his hands, because he was needing them to sink his ring clad finger into your centre. Crooking upwards, a soft moan rose from you as he found that spot - the one that had you reeling and had your legs quaking as they turned to mush. His tongue was relentless as he matched the new faster pace by entering a second finger as he suckled on your clit, and he was humming out in satisfaction at your mewls, the vibration against you exquisite.
Grinding your hips against his face with vigour, you chanced another peek down at the man who was wrecking you, and that’s when you came. His eyes were already on you, watching your every reaction to be sure he had you where he wanted you, and it was a beautiful clash of deep mahogany eyes mixing with the purple blossoms on your thigh. Your orgasm prickled over you and your body tensed as it went, back arching and grip a vice in his roots. He didn’t mind - he was moaning just as loud as you were at this point. Your chest heaved as you came down, literally, leg puddling beneath you and you let it happen. Sliding down the side of the van meant you got to be closer to him anyway.
Face to face now, you couldn’t help but kiss him. A messy, dirty kiss where the desperation flowed through you both like an electric current. Both of you buzzing. Your hands flew to his belt and you tugged him closer with it, pulling at the leather and clinking open the buckle, a ‘thwip' clipping the air as you slid it from its loops. You were both on your knees now, and your hands were incessant in feeling him, tickling the skin of his back before sweeping to his front in a cycle, before your nails settled to scratch at the bristle of hair that led into his jeans. His hands were tangled into your locks as he continued licking into your mouth, and he groaned at the idea of you tasting yourself from him.
“Off” you mumbled through kisses, popping the button and struggling to pull the jeans down his legs.
“I thought you just wanted to cuddle?” He jested in despite of his actions. He was pulling your head by your hair to one side to kiss you deeper, before sliding his wet lips down to your neck and beginning to leave his featherlight love there.
“Naked blanket cuddles, remember? You started this” you bit, but it left you breathless when he licked a long stripe up your neck, “please? I need you closer”
Shot. Right through the chest. Those simple words leaving your mouth like a bullet from the barrel of a gun and cracking him through his ribcage. Tearing him open and leaving his heart bared and vulnerable. In that moment, he knew a scary truth that didn’t really make sense, but he knew that you could have anything from him. Anything that you might ask for or want? You’d have it. He’d bleed for you, and that was slightly terrifying because you weren’t official, and he told himself that you probably didn’t even want to be. But you’re asking for him to be closer, and of course he’ll oblige. It’s impossible for him not to. But fuck it if he didn’t need you close too - right now and all times outside of that.
So, he let you undress him. Because he’d let you do anything you wanted. Break him into a thousand pieces for all he cared, as long as it was your hands doing the smashing, but he never feared that as your tenderness with him always rendered him speechless. He’d watch with his big doe eyes as your fingers and mouth would lightly trace over his tattoos and skin, disbelieving every time that this amount of thought was going into him by you. He felt seen when you were around him, and he would always feel fire behind your touch; you made him spark. He swears you can feel when a person is made for you - your body tells you so.
And when you kissed finally, everything just stopped.
Naked bodies flush under the heap of blankets, sage green and burnt orange pillows next to each other in the van beneath you, fingers wandering and tongues exploring what they already know but have become obsessed with mapping. The rain outside white noise, but also intensifying everything - every whimper felt private and concealed, like it was really just for the two of you under the coat of nature hiding you both away.
It wasn’t rushed. None of it. You treated each other like you had all the time in the world, touching each other with slow hands and mouths meshed together to just enjoy kissing. Switches from the ghosting of lips to hungry and hot - over and over. You were laying side by side, his arms tangled around you and yours in his new bushy hair, and he’d drawn your leg up and over his waist which you’d then firmly secured around him. It was almost like you thought he’d pull back if you didn’t keep him there - which was crazy, he thought, because he was going nowhere ever again.
“I missed you” he mumbled out in between kisses, an admission that he poured from his mouth into yours only, not even the air around was deserving of a drop. Though your smile was sugar sweet, your eyes held a sparkle that had his mind spinning, and you weren’t sure if your hips had started to rock against him before or after his sentiment - but they were now and he signed into your mouth as he jutted his own hips, feeling his cock prod the warm mess between those thighs he loved so goddam much.
“I missed you, too” you whispered back, one of your hands coming to thumb at his cheek. You felt the smooth skin, but noticed the small bumps of imperfection and blemishes under your pad and enjoyed feeling him so beautifully human. You reached down after a while and let your fingers wrap around his cock, earning a hitch of breath from him as you stroked him up and down, your thumb swiping over the tip before fondling a little at his balls too (you loved his cock, but his balls were your favourite to play with, if you were being honest. They got him sensitive and desperate). He let out a groan, tipping his head upwards to revel in your touch and when you attached your lips to his neck and suctioned your way up and down, it had him fucking shuddering.
“Let me taste you now” you nipped against his goosebump risen skin and it smelled of pure him, it made your mouth and centre pool, but he shook his head slowly. He wanted that, christ, he really did - but he knew if you got your mouth stuffed full of him he’d be cumming embarrassingly quickly with how riled up he felt, and he wanted to be inside of you.
“Won’t last baby, need to split you open - fuck” he was cut off by you running his length through your dripping folds, his cock sitting pretty along the seam of you and you began to rock your hips, your slick glazing his shaft like syrup as you slid forward and back, whining when his leaking tip would catch your clit. Two bundles of nerves shocking upon contact.
Annnd…he was fucked. Gasping for air already. He could feel the wetness and heat from your cunt clasp to him like the humidity stifled the van. Everything seemed to get hotter, and the rain seemed to bounce heavier. He moved his hips with you, his fingers coming to sift through your hair at your temples before they curled into fists and gripped at the strands. He smiled at your gasp, using your roots as handles to pull your head away from him slightly to see your face, and he shook his head again. This time, an act of awe.
“Fuckin’ beautiful” he breathed out , eyes scanning over your face with blown pupils and a small crease in his brow, “wanna feel you - please, please, please” and each ‘please’ was punctuated with a kiss to your cheeks.
And now it was your turn to have the air punched out of you. That was the thing with him, he knew how to melt you down into molten liquid that bubbled and frothed at his touches - but he could also be just as malleable for you, and luckily, he knew it made you crazy. Like when he pleaded for you? Flutters. To the heart and elsewhere.
The subtle pull at your hair paired with his words was his way of saying ‘put me inside’ without having to say it, and it didn’t take much guiding for him to easily sink into your gummy walls. You might have teased him for his impatience in another scenario, but somehow it didn’t feel right to interrupt the discussion happening between atmosphere and bodies.
A little twist of your hips had him bottoming out inch by glorious inch, your hair still threaded between his knuckles and he grazed your temple with a thumb; eyes trained on each other as he embedded himself deep within your body. His mouth was mirroring yours unbeknownst to him, every gasp and drop of your jaw he mimicked without even realising - two bodies really becoming one it felt, as you could no longer tell where he ended and you began.
A shaky breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding stuttered from you, because although you were more than ready enough for him to nestle inside, there was always an ache to the stretch his cock moulded into you. It had you feeling so fucking full, wincing slightly at the intrusion that contradicted the way your cunt gushed around him happily - but he always stayed still until you gave some sort of signal. Every. Damn. Time. You knew from experience not a lot of guys did that, just ramming in and out regardless, blissfully unaware of any discomfort you may feel, so it always made everything…nicer when he did it. Made you feel safer. Respected. Like he was more tuned in to you. Cared more, understood more - it was like he wanted this to be good for you.
Good for you. Just like he always was.
So you told him so. Told him how good he made you feel, how perfect he felt inside. How he was made for you, and how you thought you must be made for him too with how well he fills you. “So, so good for me.” your voice cooed into his ear, and he almost lost it when you uttered a “thank you”. You told him while pressing love into the skin on his face. Your lips a sponge compressing soothing affection to his emotional scars. Healing.
A whine whistled at the back of his throat at your praise. He told you that he tried, that he wanted to be good for you because you’re always so good for him: taking him so well, letting him mark you up even though he knows you like it, for sounding so pretty when you cum for him - and because he knew it made you crazy, a little degradation always tickling a part of you, he thanked you for letting him use you up like this.
It had you beating around his cock, causing throaty groans to rumble from him which made your stomach sear with nothing other than arousal. It always felt like he was back where he belonged whenever you’d keep him snug within your walls, your blood running so hot it could be cold at the thought of you being able to pull sounds like that from him simply because he “can feel you squeezin’ me, fuck”. He released your hair and it left your scalp stinging, but only in mourning for his touch, which he offered relief from when he connected your foreheads.
You were wrapped around his cock so tight he felt himself needing to choke. He felt himself shiver when you started to pepper your kisses to his face. Gifting him with them like you couldn’t help but and it had you humming, all content and happy. When he pulled you even tighter against him, a small thought of logic in the back of his head somewhere feared breaking you, but the rest of his brain couldn’t resist you being this close. Your lips traced the shell of his ear, and the flicker of your soft moans whisped into him, your breath fanning at his skin and setting his body static and…well, he might have been embarrassed at the pathetic noise that tickled the back of his throat if it had escaped.
His hips struggled not to buck and you could feel it, the small tremors in his muscles as he fought against the urge to pound into you. You knew it was time for him to move - no, you needed it to be time for him to move, the ache of stretch having turned into an ache of need that throbbed around him. So, you sucked his earlobe into your mouth, suckling lazily at the flesh that felt cold on your tongue and you wiggled your hips gently: a nudge. Your signal to him. Move.
There were times he might be in a certain mood, and he’d work you up to get you all flustered and desperate, refusing to move to see if he could pull some begging out of you. But right now, he knew it wasn’t that kind of night - he didn’t want it to be. He just heeded your request, pulling out fractionally to dip back up into you, the head of him already grazing that beautiful spot that had your toes curling and a dazed smile spreading across your features. The noise you let out was almost one of relief, and you felt the pillow of his cheek gather slightly beneath yours, the tell tale sign he was smiling too.
He set a steady pace, enticing a push and pull of gasps and a chorus of shaky, thoughtless noises of pleasure. Gentle hands accompanied by faces that smush into each other’s like doves might nuzzle on a concrete balcony in the sunset, one where it’s quiet despite the bustle of the city below - it was so personal that it almost made you shy. The rain continued it’s fall outside of the van and the blankets around you felt sensitive as the fabric brushed against your skin, almost overstimulating as the only feel or sound you wanted was him.
He gave a much harder thrust and your head lolled back, a moan pushing through your chest like his cock had punched it from you. Delightedly, his lips were on the column of your throat like he’d been waiting for it forever, his teeth grazing lightly at your skin and sloppy kisses being mouthed there. He held back though, remembering your agreement: no marks on your neck.
He maintained his firmer movements, hard slams in but slow and dragging pulls out. He could feel everything. Every ridge that lined you and coated him. The way you clung to him and cried out had his own toes curling, and the only thing stopping him from filling you to the fucking brim was distraction. So he ducked down and lapped at your nipple before moving to sink his teeth into the side of your breast. Not hard enough to be painful, but enough to make you sing and keep him busy with something other than pumping you full. And christ, you were whiny. Clutching at his hair with merciless fingers and voice cracking every now and then. So, of course, he continued his dizzying movements.
Over and over and over again.
Desire took over him and the more you arched back, the more he tipped over you, fucking himself further and further into your cunt as he followed. Now writhing beneath him, his hand grips your leg to drag you completely under, spreading you wide to continue the bullying of your spot. His waves engulf you as you lay on the sea bed ready for the current to sweep you with it - happy to have him drown you. But it was you that drowned him as the lewd noises filled the room, his cock squelching through your cream. It would’ve been mortifying if it wasn’t so fucking sexy for both of you to hear. In fact, it had him panting out a “fuck, listen to that” as he cast his eyes to where you met to get a good look.
The way his cock plunges into you, his heavy presses into your magical spongey area, it had you mewling and twitching into him. He draped his body over you, and used his whole weight to push deeper. Deeper than you thought he could get, rolling his hips with a skill that he’d mastered especially for you. His hands had come to cradle the top of your head, his shoulders framing you and his forearms holding him up. You’re wrapping your arms and legs around his torso and pulling, grappling at him so that as much as your skin was connected to his as possible. Smoothing your hands down the expanse of his back, you whimper as you feel the muscles ripple under your touch, his body wracking with each ragged breath he takes; it has your heels digging into the soft of his ass, causing his pubic bone and thatch of hair to brush deliciously against your clit.
“Fuck, angel, takin’ me so well. Like me close, huh?” he rasped into your ear, a groan following his sentiment as your walls quivered around him. It was the ‘angel’ that did it this time. You loved him calling you his little nicknames - internal squealing causing havoc in your chest whenever it happened. Nodding, a small ‘mmhmm’ squeaks from the back of your throat, pathetically really, and you dig your hands into his hair to bring his lips to yours as if to prove it - suddenly needing to taste him more than anything.
The hot kiss which was all tongues and teeth reflexively bucks your hips, and you rotate them up to join his rhythm when you hear the growl that thunders from his throat and the teeth that puncture your lower lip - not enough to draw blood, but honestly? You don’t think you’d care if it did. It had you both panting out gasps and thankful cries which in turn had that very same tongue and teeth kiss turning into lips that lingered as frantic breathing merged into one between you; literally oxygenating you both, it seemed, and you clutched at each other with a tenderness that went against its desperate motives.
His hand laced through yours and slid up to pin your arm above your head, his other hand still at the top of your head but his fingers were weaving themselves back into your hair and tugging with strength that was just enough. The pressure his hips were driving into you was shockingly enough for your climax to tip-toe up on you, coil forming like a heavy swarm of flutters in your stomach. But, of course, he knew that. He could read it from your body - or his fingers would’ve been toying with your clit ten minutes ago. It was difficult to breathe in the best way, and he was cooing his soft “so pretty for me”s and “love seeing you like this”s into your ear.
But the man who knew more about your body than anyone, the man who could play you like his instrument…when he panted out your name, it was like he both didn’t realise he’d said it and like he hesitantly wanted to get your attention. It was unsure…but he was never unsure with you. You replied with a ‘hmm?’ all breathy and sweet, and when he didn’t answer you, you peeled open your eyes that you hadn’t realised you’d shut - and there he was, looking down at you. He was flushed and it bled into his chest, eyes blown black and lips blushed and puffy with an expression of…admiration? Desperation? Realisation? Worry? You couldn’t quite work it out, and your brow furrowed faintly as your hand brushed caresses his face.
Another pant of your name, as if building himself up for something, but he was quiet when he began, “I…I think…”
He nearly said it. He really very nearly fucking said it. And he didn’t think, he knew. Those three words prickling at the tip of his tongue like it was a wrestle against whether the muscle formed them or not. It was too soon, wasn’t it? It was also ridiculous, right? You weren’t even together. He just knew that the times you visited him in his van were his new favourites. That he missed you more than anything on days you didn’t arrive. The days that your shifts were swapped or the days that you had other plans. The days you didn’t know that he waited here after his shifts, just incase. He just knew that he nearly fucking said it, and he really fucking meant it.
He also knew that your fingertips were scorching him, branding him as yours in a way that he doesn’t even think you realise.
“You think?” You offered gently. His pace had slowed back to his initial shallow dips as he stared down at you, eyes flitting between yours - but he felt your once spasming walls start to relax back to a hug around his cock and knew he was losing the orgasm he really wanted to get you to.
So he chickened out. Of course he did.
“I-I think you need to finish before I do, sweetheart. Getting hard to hold on over here” coward.
Your eye twitched and he grew cautious as a kind smile was presented to him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You knew. You knew he wanted to say something else, but before you could press it further he quickly picked his pace back up to that eye rolling pressure in a way that was so sudden it took you by surprise. His hand left the nest of your hair and flew to your leg, hitching it higher than the other up his torso and that’s when he really started to fuck into you.
Your nails dug into his hand that you held as his hips slammed hard, and he brought his free palm to rest at your throat. He wasn’t squeezing, but he knew you loved feeling the heat of his hand on such a sensitive area, and he was right as he watched your head crane back so he could cover the skin of your neck more. It wasn’t too fast, but the firmness about his thrusts had you crying out. Had your brain emptying of any coherent thoughts. It felt amazing, and you were on cloud nine, but he was busy trying to find that button to press that makes you light up. That makes you shatter.
A shift. To the left. A bit further up. He knows it’s here somewhere - he feels it swell and pulse against his head every time he’s tucked inside of you. His teeth grit to keep his composure at the way your ridged walls pull at his cock….a tiny extra angle of his hips up and…
There.
Your mouth hangs open and fingers skim with claws bared to dig into his shoulder, etching angry, red lines there and so naturally, he pounds into it. He can’t help but grin when he hears your noises cut off, a silent moan echoing somewhere inside, jaw stuck open on its hinges, but he quickly takes advantage of your mouth being agape. Fingers on your neck come to slot in between your lips and he groans when you suck on them without being told. Coating and drooling around them as you whine from the back of your throat. He takes his fingers away from you, and you try to follow them which makes him chuckle almost incredulously - because goddam he can’t believe it’s him making you feel this way - before he’s rushing to swirl circles into your clit and that’s when he knows he’s got you on your way.
The cry that was trying to break free finally emanates from your lungs and seems to seep through your entire being as you grip at him in every sense. Arm tight, hand cutting the circulation off in his, legs wrapped, cunt a vice. You’re still making your pretty sounds beneath him, and he sees your glossy eyes and knows he’ll probably bring those tears out when you cum. His cock twitches inside of you. There’s a part of him he worries is fucked up, because he wants to make you wail. Wants to make you to cling to him and cry heavily and it could be any time now - he knows you’re close, your walls being charged with fucking asphyxiation of his dick.
“Oh, I can feel that. C’mon, let me feel you soak me” he whispers down to you, and he didn’t realise how forcefully he’d been pressing into you until you choke a ‘don’t stop’ and your free arm is flinging above your head to brace yourself against the back of the van seats that he’d nearly fucked you into, moving you across the floor with every strong delivery of his hips. His fingers speed up their circles to your pulsing nub and you use the new leverage as resistance to gyrate back down onto him; his jaw could break its that tense trying to hold out for you.
Your breast are jiggling for attention as they bounce with every slap of his hips into you, and so he obliges their silent plea, mouth watering as he laves his tongue over the pebbled bud of your nipple. An almost pained noise leaves you: it’s the wail he wanted. The dam breaks and he pants against your chest, resting his forehead there as he feels your body quake and seize as your orgasm crashes into you. Your nails scrape down the material of the seat your hand still clutches to, and he loves that he has you wrapped around both of his seats. Your cardigan still hanging from the back of his and you clinging for dear life to the other.
He pulls his head up to watch you writhe and shake beneath him and doesn’t even realise his hips still. Too overtaken with the view he has to even think about his own orgasm. He’s in-fucking-fatuated with you, and he could just melt at the fact that he still holds your hand securely in his as you fuck yourself on him through your high. The rain outside still trickles down the windows of his van like the slick down the insides of your thighs and the sweat down your neck.
He notes that he was right, stray tears that avoided the puddling on your cheeks raced their way into your hairline. Rain into grass. Tears into hair. You’re crying for him like the sky does for it’s ground. Sobbing as your chest wracks from the overwhelming feelings ricocheting around your body. His cock is straining and he doesn’t know whether to hate himself for it, but you look so pretty with your glazed eyes and splotched skin. God, in this moment, his own emotions are too much for him, and he doesn’t know whether to cry himself or absolutely fucking ruin you, and he ponders it while tacking his thumb fondly at the diamonds on your skin, bringing the glitter to his mouth and sucking, tasting the salt.
He’s so caught up in you and that fact that he was able to give you that orgasm so intense that it made tears stain your face, that it makes his body pliant when you bend your leg around his waist and use the momentum to topple him over onto his back, sitting pretty atop of him as your overstimulation screams - but you want him to cum more than anything, and so you bounce. You ignore the protest that burns your thighs as you drop your hips down with purpose, hearing the squelch of your bodies and his eyes are rolling, noises from him filthy. His hands come to your hips and they grab bruisingly, pushing and pulling to assist you in your movements and you swell with pride as his head drops back with a clunk and a loud groan rips through his chest.
“Need you to cum, wanna feel you fill me” you purr down to him, lip popping to a pout and hand coming to rest on his chest, the other mimicking his earlier move and resting at his throat. And just like that, there’s a spasm of his hips and a tense of his abdomen beneath you. His warmth is coating your walls and it has your cunt locking down around him, taking everything he has from him. Milking him for all he’s worth.
His face is a picture - more than that, it’s art. You can’t help reach one hand out to let your fingers trace him. Over his sweat glistening forehead, over his swollen lips that you smush around slightly, flipping your hand so the back of it runs down his cheek. His eyes are lulling and he’s puffing deep breaths as his fingers remain cemented into the flesh of your hips. His chest is heaving…and then it’s shaking as he lets out a joyous laugh.
“Holy shit” he huffs a little exhale of a chuckle, clearly spent, and you giggle back down at him as he finally lets go of your hips that he’s marked with finger shaped marks, your skin sticking to his fingers slightly before they separate. He paws at your wrists to pull you down to lay flat atop of him, the feeling of your breasts on his bare chest has you both sighing and you didn’t expect to be pulled in for a kiss, but the sloppy, lazy smooch you were now a part of was one you couldn’t help but bask in.
Your face tracing resumes, with the added feature of playing with the ends of his hair once you’d pulled back. His softening cock slips from you, and it makes you wince at the feeling of emptiness. You shiver at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, and he must’ve thought you were cold as he pulled the blankets higher around you and reached for the joint that, in the end, did find the floor - and that’s how you were for the rest of the night. Passing the joint back and forth between you, listening to each others voices or just the rain as you kissed and held each other, feeling skin brush against skin. Soft squeals as he’d tickle your sides and gentle gasps as you’d nibble on his neck.
You didn’t want your time to be up with him, but soon you were feeding the last of the sandwiches to his ready and waiting open mouth as he eyed the road he was driving you back home on, the rain spattering and spitting at the windscreen and bouncing off the concrete. Although he didn’t really have crumbs to clear, you’d affectionately swipe at the corners of his mouth after he’d finish the section you’d fed him, and he’d chase a peck to your palm.
You were down bad.
It was suffocating. Your chest hurt sometimes to look at him with all the emotions that bubbled under the surface. And what’s worse is, you felt like you knew what he was going to say before. You ached to hear it, because then you’d know it wasn’t too soon for you to say it. And shit, you fought daily not to slip and spill your secret to him. But honestly? Did you care at this point? Your van rendezvous had turned into the highlights of your weeks. You’d impatiently watch the clock tick on your shift, the shifts where time had started to stand still, only for your stomach to shock with electricity with every step you took to your van that was always waiting in your little field for you.
Your van. Your little field.
Bad. Very, very bad.
What was this to him? It didn’t feel like hook ups in the back of his van. It didn’t feel like you were just a quick fuck. But…even you were, you don’t think you could stop.
But no. There’s something about the twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, isn’t there? You can feel the charge behind it and it’s almost too much to maintain any sort of eye contact when his brown orbs are burning into you. Gleaming like a clear night sky, stars glittering on their canvas. There’s something about the way he holds you, touches you. The way your bodies writhe together and the way he responds to your touches - you’ve noticed the hitches in his breath and watched the goosebumps that cheat his skin. It’s the way you laugh together, and it’s definitely the way his dimple is giving him away as he attempts to bite back the shy smile at the pad of your thumb swiping at his mouth, selling him out to the point he had to kiss your palm quick to mask it.
And so when he pulls up outside your house and you make to go inside, like many a night before and what you hope is many a night after, it’s out of your mouth before your brain even has time to stop it. Before it manages to cage it to keep it safe, frantically grappling to fortify your emotions and arm you. But the secret is impatient, and it’s been brewing and plotting. Swarming like a silent poison in your veins, it’s been tricking your tongue to act against its sanctuary and work on fighting rationality - escaping it’s clutches. Because, that’s the point isn’t it? It’s not rational. It never could be rational and it’s played to it’s strengths. It thanked the humid air and drizzle that made you feel less alone and prayed on your vulnerability to the moment.
And, it was the only thing that cut through the protection that nature provided you as soon as it left your lips. Clearing the air and drying it up just like the saliva in your mouth. Nerves settling and making everything static.
You kissed him like normal. A long, passionate kiss that had you licking into each other’s mouths and nuzzling noses, dropping gentle pillows of lips in pecks afterwards as if you couldn’t get enough. Quite frankly, it was sickeningly gross. But you were too happy to care.
“Bye” you slotted between pecks.
“Bye” he’d replied, eyes still closed and no efforts made by him to stop kissing you, to the point you’re giggling and his arms are tightening around you over the console as you try and move, a playful whine leaving him as your hand tries to grab at the handle to open the door. And then you’re giggling more as you’re squirming out of his grip and dropping down onto the gravel with him practically laying flat over the two seats with an arm outstretched to you dramatically. And you’d gone to wave like normal too when you reached his side window, but you’d noticed it had been wound down and he’d popped out of it like a jump-scare and pulled you back into another kiss that you both chuckled into. As you said, gross. Very, very gross. He even had a fucking magazine in hand to hold over your head to shield you from the drizzle - tooth rotting sweetness that you loved to hate.
And…then you said it.
That’s when the air stilled. When your stomach dropped as though the butterflies that flitted there all evening died and thumped to the pit of it.
“I love you” against his lips.
Like a fool. Like a lovestruck idiot.
And it was out there now with no going back. The secret thriving in the chaos of silence that lasted a second but spaced into hours. It just hung there in the air like the humidity had. Mocking you.
And…you took off. Of course you did. Right into your house - not giving him time to reply, if you think about it, but you had to get out of the suffocation your own words had brought upon you. Straight up the stairs you ran, into your room and when your door was quietly clasped shut, you paced the carpet with wide eyes and a pounding heart, nibbling anxiously at your fingernails.
Him? He was sat unmoving. Heart beating against his chest and it had rooted him to the spot. He hadn’t a clue what to do next, to the point it froze him in time. He couldn’t go after you, you still lived with your parents and he doubted now was a good time to knock. You also seemed to not want to see him right now. Should he call? Not now, it’s late. In the morning? And say what? Over the phone? No.
But it was out there now. In the van that you’d both somehow made your shared space. The words uttered and it couldn’t be undone. Movement coursed through him again as the slow motion seemed to skip back to real-time and catch up with him, bringing him back. He lent back against the headrest, and felt the soft cotton of your cardigan brush his neck.
A smile quirked his lips. That traitor of a dimple cratering in his cheek. He really hoped you’d show up to his van in your little field tomorrow. And god, he prayed that this time he didn’t chicken out.
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ne-nene-ne · 1 year
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♡ How to gain the dragon's affection ♡
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-> things you can do to make this handsome fae weak in the knees
malleus x reader (fluff!)
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Wear or carry the things he's gifted you!
Whether it's a necklace, bracelet, or even a mini gargoyle statue, have it on you! Malleus will beam with pride when he sees it on your person. I feel like he's a bit of a possessive person, so he'd love seeing you dressed in the things that he, himself has chosen and gifted you.
Indulge him in his passion for exploring ruins and his love for gargoyles!
If you show even the tiniest bit of interest in gargoyles or ruin exploring, you will see Malleus' eyes light up immediately and he will begin talking about it for hours. Please allow him to do so. Not many share his passion or are interested in these types of things (if at all), please listen to him ramble on. Heck, join the Gargoyle Studies Club! Give this dude some company because he's pretty much the only member there. 😭 And look, he's aware that not everyone is interested in the same things he is, but if you at least put in the effort to listen and try to understand, he'd be a happy fae
Include him in your activities!
We already know how much of a complex he has towards being invited/uninvited, so if you constantly make it a point to include him in whatever you're doing, he will feel loved. I don't think he'd be picky about what kind of activity you'd be doing. He'd be open-minded to whatever it is. In fact, he'd try to find possible ways to make it easier on you if it's a difficult task. If it's an artsy/creative activity, like painting, there's a chance he'll either be pretty good at it at first try, or he'll end up making a bit of a mess. I also don't think he'd mind much of this either, even if he did end up looking silly. He would laugh it off heartily and probably be like, "How interesting...!" He's curious about your ways and is very much willing to learn. His adoration for you will just increase if you try to teach him
Help him raise his tamagotchi!
He absolutely loves his Roaring Drago and so if you offer to help him "raise" it or offer to watch over it whenever he's busy, he'll fall more in love with you. Not only will he feel closer to you as you both nurture the little creature, he might even begin to see a future with you and your own little ones (if you ever had that in mind) and oh, how he knows how much he'd love that life dearly if it was spent with you.
Share that full-sized cake with him!
This one is oddly specific but as seen in his profile, Malleus dislikes full-sized cakes because he tried eating one entirely by himself 😅 (ofc he wouldn't feel great afterwards). You might be met with a resistant attitude or sour face from him (out of instinct) when you bring out that whole cake, but show him that it isn't as bad as he thinks when he shares it with someone. Maybe he'll like it! And if he doesn't, well then you guys can smear the leftovers on each other's faces and have a bit of fun!
This poor boy has just been left out on a lot. Make him feel welcomed, wanted, and loved and he will adore you forever 🥺❤️
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a/n: not really proofread tbh but it was a fun one! I might just turn this into a series and do the same for other twst charas. I'm thinking of Azul or Leona next, hmm
And OKAY so I originally posted this on @lyneira (my brand new writing blog) but my posts on there aren't showing up in the tags yet so I guess I'll still be posting some of my writing here until tumblr allows them to be seen 😭 somebody pls interact with my new blog so that tumblr doesn't think I'm a bot 😔
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miffysrambles · 6 months
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Hi,I have a request! How about a one shot of Wukong and Macaque (separate) they accidentally falling asleep cuddling together with (fem) s/o, for the first time then afterwards they can’t seem to being able to sleep well since then until they just finally snap and snatch reader away? Please and thank u!
P.s. sorry if this is a lot lol 😅
Wukong and Macaque Falling Asleep and Cuddling With S/O
(Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy!)
Wukong:
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You shifted awake in your bed in the middle of the night, feeling a presence having you in their grasp as the sheets were wrapped around the both of you.
You looked over in distress in your exhausted state but quickly calmed down to see your boyfriend’s tail peeking out from the mountain of blankets he was buried under.
Smiling, you kissed his nose as you rested back in his arms, you were slightly more awake now as you remembered how you had gotten into the accidental cuddling session.
Earlier, you watched your boyfriend practically beg to stay over for the night.
Wukong had wanted to sleep over because he was, to put it in honest terms, too lazy to travel back home.
You playfully argued with him, he was the Monkey King after all! It could take him mere minutes to get back to his own house, whether he traveled by cloud or just from his speed alone.
“Yeah but why do that when there is a nice comfy couch right here? C’mooon peaches, just for tonight?” He asked you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you eventually agreed as long as he slept on the couch.
You’re relationship was still fairly new so you wanted to take things at a standard pace and he respected your wishes.
He responded by jumping onto the couch, resting his hands behind his head as he rested his leg up on his knee while sighing, “Haha! Man, this couch really is comfy, gonna have the best sleep of my life on this thing.”
You laughed softly, he was just being courteous with you, that couch was less than comfortable. You knew from personal experience.
You grabbed a few blankets and pillows from the linen closet and threw them on him while he lay on the couch, “Wha?- Hey!”
You playfully stuck your tongue out at him, ‘If you need more from the closet, help yourself.”
He glared at you, eventually breaking into a small smile, “Oh I will! All the blankets will be out, and you will have to fold them all again!”
You grinned as you leaned down to his face and rubbed your nose against his, “Cheeky monkey…”
“You know you love me.” He responded, his tail wagging softly from the nose kiss. 
You finally helped him get to bed on the couch, saying your goodnights as you did your own bedtime routine and eventually settled under your blankets. 
It wasn’t even two hours later when you heard a knock on your door while reading a book on your phone, “Come in.” You called out to him.
“Yeahhh so funny thing (Name), that couch is super uncomfortable…” He pointed his index fingers together as he looked at the ceiling.
You grinned as you raised an eyebrow, “You lied so you could stay over didn’t you?”
You had caught him, making him laugh nervously, “Mayyyybbee?”
“And you want to sleep in here with me?”
“Mayyyybeee?...”
You chuckled as you nodded, “Come on in hon, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
He beamed as he grabbed the pillows and blankets from the living room, settling down into the opposite side of the bed, making sure to give you your own space.
And that is how you got into this situation, You guess that in the middle of your sleep, you both broke the pillow barrier and started spooning each other. 
You weren’t complaining though, not in the slightest! Although you were a bit weary at first, you were now more than comfortable to do this again.
You were just not prepared for this to be a regular thing.
A few nights later, you were on the brink of sleep when you heard a tap on your bedroom window.
Groaning, you got up and opened the curtains to see Wukong on his cloud, still in his pajamas as he looked exhausted as well. 
Without saying a word when you opened the glass for him, he snatched you up and carried you to your bed.
“Wukong? What are you…” Your voice trailed off as he set you both on your bed, laying down next to you.
“I haven’t been able to sleep for a few nights since I slept over, guess I need you by my side sunshine…” he lowly chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. 
You smiled as you nuzzled into his chest, his fingers running through your hair, “Let’s make this a regular thing then.”
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Macaque:
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His arms were wrapped around you in a protective grasp, as if he never wanted to let you go.
Macaque was fast asleep when you shifted awake, his calm gentle breaths were more of an indicator for you as usually he was on edge and his breath was more heavy.
Macaque also had a habit of mumbling in his sleep, but it was so ineligible and quiet that you could never realize what he was actually saying.
His tail was wrapped around your waist as it held you close to him, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder as you were back on the brink of dreams yourself. 
This cuddling session happened by pure accident or even coincidence, you were just sitting next to him on his couch after watching him train in his dojo.
He set his shadow staff against the wall as he let out a sigh from being clearly exhausted, sitting next to you on the worn-down cushion, “You sure you don’t want to join me? I could teach you a few self-defense moves.”
You smiled as you politely shook your head, you would love to spend more time with your boyfriend any way you could but he could be a little intense while training.
“Alright, suit yourself dollface. Guess I’ll have to keep a close eye on you then?” He grinned while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 
Letting out a small laugh, you flirted back as you closed your eyes, “Guess you will.” You laid your head on his shoulder, making him hum contently. 
You both stayed in that position for a few minutes until you opened your eyes back up from the feeling of being pulled down onto the couch with him.
You looked over to see his half-lidded expression looking down at you, his lips cracking into a small smile.
You smiled back, of course, lying your head on his chest as his fingers ran through your hair and pressed small gentle kisses on your forehead. 
Your ear was pressed against his chest, hearing his heartbeat pound within him.
Ba-dump… Ba-dump… Ba-dump…
It was calm, a rare sound indeed.
“I can hear your heartbeat too y’know.”
His voice pulled you back into reality as you looked up at him, his hand caressing your face.
“I don’t need to have my ears pressed against your chest to hear yours, I can hear with the six ears and all that. Glad to hear you can relax that much around me…”
His words were genuine and affectionate, making you beam up at him as you nuzzled your cheek into his grasp,
“Of course I can, I love being around you. Even if it’s just watching you train.”
He brought your face up to his lips, pressing a loving kiss onto them.
“And I… I love you (Name).’
He had trouble saying the L word, so this moment was incredibly special to you.
“And I love you too Macaque.”
You nestled back onto his chest, making him smile down at you as he laid his head back on the armrest of the couch and closed his eyes for just a moment.
That moment turned into a cat nap, he was comfortable enough to let his guard down and actually sleep for once. 
You followed soon after, your eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the melodic sound of his heartbeat like it was a lullaby for you.
You both ended up sleeping for the rest of the evening, never once breaking the loving mutual grasp you two had created.
A few nights after, you were lying in bed struggling to fall asleep.
You were imagining his heartbeat in your mind to help, although nothing could ever beat the real thing.
You sighed as you held your pillow in your tight grasp, trying to imagine it was your boyfriend holding you in his arms.
It was not working, to say the least, it was making you miss him even more.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a shadow portal being summoned above your headboard, you looked up to see a pajama-wearing Macaque appear out of it.
He smiled down at you, “You too huh?”
You nodded as you held your arms up at him, “Mhm…” 
He happily obliged as he snatched you up in his arms, falling back onto your bed as he kissed your forehead.
“Goodnight sugarplum” He held you in his arms, your ear immediately going to his chest to hear that addicting sound as your eyes finally closed for the night.
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theladybrownstarot · 5 months
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Your relationship dynamic with your FS ♡
Pick a card reading~
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Pile 1 .
♡ your relationship with your fs is transparent like there is no hiding of oneself ;you are true to each other - emotionally ,mentally and physically 😇.This relationship comes after many manifestation that i can sense out here . you two will feel like home and shine of each other , like to party a lot and will be non-possessive to each other😃.
♡ You two will travel a lot with each other possible that you won't live with the family but by yourself or you two will have long distance relationship with each other making you feel sometime insecure at very least not high which is good really🙃 . lmao you two fight like kids before going on a travel with each other and then become lovey dovey again ~.🫰🏽🤣
♡ I sense one of you is very knowledgeable or we say nerdy type😅 . Your fs or you will boost G.K of each other and will share a lot of value able lessons or you two or one maybe doing their courses or graduation together or alone😄 . I see one of you being like a child cuddling onto another one while sleeping like a child or we say one of you is a worst sleeper ! yes yes this relationship comes after many cycles comes to an end . I guess your fs will be taking care of you as a child like I'm getting that motherly feeling ♡ .
♡ I see you people donating to poor♡ or it can go such way around that you two will and always have equal give and take relationship with each other ; your relationship guiding principle i see ~ possible that later some of you may get into business sort of job or open NGOs with your fs or after or before marriage . You can become rich after marriage or your fate will change for tremendous good♡.
♡ You two are very hardworking with a lot responsibilities and work on your shoulder but at the end when you are with each other you two will forget about the world and will come into the arms of each other 😊.
♡ Both of you will take care of your body health or if you were body conscious then you will be confident . I see you going to GYM ,SPA & YOGA together . You two or one maybe a tea lover too ! or like different types of tea and drinks . You two will have your own house of your own dream too~ ♡
Pile 2 .
♡ okay most of you majorly have earth sign or both of you - you and yours fs have earth sign in big 6's in the chart itself .
♡ You and your fs are money minded and career oriented in a positive way but because of this there is a lot of burden and responsibility on your shoulders also making your personal kind of chaotic and difficult 😮‍💨maybe you want to have balance and stability around or financial independence first but it is temporary as something beautiful will be created also further in future ♡ .
♡ If at the current you are are going through some difficulty individually or together then it is going to end fast as a cycle is going on .
♡ You or your fs could be in an authoritative position or any way that feels suitable . you will lead stable ,prosperous ,happy family and luxurious life together . Maybe you will have kids later or not at all also depending upon you or your fs also . After having a lot of wealth still you people will be simple in nature without any ego or show off regarding your wealth .
♡ You and yours knows and will know for how to balance your personal and professional life together creating a space only for you two and for the family also . You two will be good at maintaining your tasks and decision on a daily basis . I see you two maintaining a list of daily to do list and rewarding yourself for same also having a specific routine 😅 damn i'm getting student vibes for same like you people don't like mess in anything you need organization of things properly🫡 .
♡ You or your fs or both are kind of traditional but aren't orthodox ; you like to maintain your life balanced with tradition and modernity also 😃 . I see you two buying and shopping rationally and logically only like really ? 🤣Just damn go and buy bunch of clothes who sees logic at first in things ? Haha ! Your house will be full of all those needy things that you want and possible for you two to get lot of statues and big things for your home . Your fs is good at giving advices or both you will help each other a lot in work matters ♡.
♡ It is possible that you two have psychic connections or developing at the moment to connect or channelize some messages and thoughts on daily basis😶. You people watch a lot of pacs regarding your fs and try to connect to readers to get whole detail of them lol you are so curious but stop and explore by yourself 😆.
♡ You two are beautiful by your looks and also that i seee you two enjoying rain shower together and playing under in the rain drops🫠🤗 .You two will take care of each other in every possible way . You two belong to each other and won't ever leave each other . Last but not the least you will meet your fs during work , party, temple or through some reader for sure😃 also you people are high level spiritual soulmates.
Pile 3.
♡ Either your fs will be your ex or after a breakup you will meet your fs .
You people like greenery environment- village, simplicity , away from city . You people maybe were attracted to pile 2 also - do check out maybe some information is also there for you . You people like to stay at home or you will feel home to each other and like to interact less with people also 😶. Apart from work you people value to your own happiness also a lot which will keep you intact and strong 😇.
♡ If you are In a city then you try to keep yourself as simple as possible 😇
♡ Your relationship will have major transformations - challenges , hurdles and etc to make your relationship more smooth and strong after ton of experience with each other and you will learn to balance life also more good .😄🫰🏽
♡ Some of you could have left a place and have chosen to start an another life some where else or you may leave your home land to somewhere else or after marraige you will settle to foregin place also that you like to have pets like birds , dog and cat or many other . You could have your own shop or business also or could be some strong figures . You will travel a lot with each other like international ,overseas and would like to travel in waters . i can see trolly bags full of clothes and things haha ! 🤣
♡ You people have experienced and seen a lot in life but at same time you have grew strong also from it .
♡ You people will love to star gaze and i can see both you being optimistic and peaceful with each other. You will love to have walk outside in nature and have a talk in cool and warm mix breeze flowing through ^^ . You will be the star of each other and the lime light too ~.
♡ I can see this relationship being motherly ,abundant with good and rich life too plus i see you having a kid with each other also. Your children will grow with good morals ,knowledge and ethics provided by you . You people maybe kinda keep up to yourself not a lot with people but few only maybe because of your work or experience .♡♡
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engie-ivy · 5 months
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(I really thought this was gonna be a lot shorter than it is! I still couldn't resist the epilogue😅 Written for @wolfstarmicrofic 30th: Traitor, to add some Fluff to an angsty prompt!)
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Part Two: Label-Stuff
Remus and Sirius are in a strong, committed relationship.
They just don't know it yet.
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"Remus, it's just you and me now, there's no one else left." Mary clutches Remus' shoulders as she looks him in the eyes. "We're the last ones standing, the only ones who haven't succumbed. The others all have fallen. It's just you and me."
Lily rolls her eyes. "Dramatic much, Mary?"
Mary shakes her head disappointedly. "Alice was a lost cause ever since she laid eyes on Frank back in third grade. Then Marlene met Dorcas at the coffeeshop and we lost her pretty soon after that. Of course no one can forget the day Gideon took Emmeline away. And now the unthinkable has happened, and our very own Lily gave in to James Potter, of all people." Mary pats Remus' shoulder. "We're the last ones who are still living our best single lives, free and independent."
"Goodness, Mary," Alice sighs. "You talk like being in a relationship means your life is over. It's just the beginning of a whole new and exciting phase!"
Lily nods in agreement. "I must say, it's a lot better than I thought it would be. There are actually so many new experiences to enjoy in life as a couple!"
"Yeah," Marlene says. "Even that stupid lameass couple-stuff isn't so bad when you have someone whom you enjoy being in a stupid lameass couple with. Like going to the bloody Farmer's Market on Saturday morning and sharing one of those giant, ridiculous caramel syrup waffles."
Mary looks unimpressed. "I spend Saturday morning in my bed after partying on Friday night, because, oh yeah, I still have a life."
"I actually like the Farmer's Market," Remus disagrees. "I usually go with Sirius. He pretends he thinks it's all so lame, but who always wants to share the syrup waffle?" He chuckles fondly.
"It's not just outings either," Lily says. "Just the normal everyday stuff too, like cooking, having dinner, doing the dishes, you never have to do it alone anymore."
"Sitting on my couch in my pj's watching trash tv with a bowl of food in my lap is like the best moment of my day," Mary says. "Never eating alone anymore sounds like a literal nightmare," she shudders.
Remus shrugs. "With Sirius and I being roommates, I haven't really been doing those things alone for years."
Emmeline glances at him. "Well, yeah, I guess you can do those kinds of things with a roommate too, but as a couple, you can add sappy romance to that everyday life! Candlelit dinners, movie dates, walks on the beach, watching the sunset…"
"Why does that have to be exclusively for couples?" Remus protests. "I mean, Sirius and I both love dinner and a movie, or taking the dog to the beach and watching the sunset. We can just do those things together."
Mary gives Remus a strange look, but then focuses back on Emmeline. "I can do all those things with three different guys each week if I want to."
Emmeline shakes her head. "It's not the same as being with the one whom you know is your person."
Alice thinks for moment, trying to find the right words. "Think about it like this," she says slowly. "When you're all dolled up, in full makeup, wearing your best outfit, ready for a night of fun, yes, you can have a good time with anyone. But the best thing about being a couple is that when you feel like absolute crap and look like an absolute mess and just want to stay in bed all day, your person will also be there, taking care of you, bringing you comfort food, making you feel better."
"Sirius has a sixth sense for when I'm having a bad day," Remus says with a soft smile. "Whenever I feel down, Sirius will bring home my favourite chocolate cinnamon buns, which they only sell at a bakery on the other side of town. And he's probably the only one who can make my tea exactly as I like it. He will make sure there's always a mug with hot tea on my nightstand when I'm sick."
Alice tilts her head and studies Remus thoughtfully.
Mary arches an eyebrow looking at Remus. "I was gonna say isn't that what you've got a mum for, but apparently, you can also have a roommate for that." She shakes her head. "Anyways, I still don't think having someone to bring me tea when I'm cranky is a good enough reason to have to constantly take someone else into account, deal with jealousy and spend time with in-laws you don't like."
"But even that is suddenly not so bad anymore!" Lily argues. "I always thought that I would hate having to spend my Sundays having dinner with my in-laws, but James is taking me to his parents' house this Sunday for the first time, and I must say, I'm actually excited!"
"Oh, you should be!" Remus says enthusiastically. "Sunday dinners at the Potters' are amazing! I'll tell you, Monty's Sunday roast is to die for!"
The girls all stare at him.
Remus scratches his head awkwardly. "Sirius started taking me with him years ago." He smiles sheepishly. "He says I'm Effie and Monty's favourite by now."
Lily keeps staring at Remus as she continues. "And I'm also going to spend Christmas Day with James' family…"
"Oh," Remus immediately chimes in. "Great! Effie pulls out all stops. Sirius and I always help with-"
"Bloody hell, Remus!" Mary breaks in. "You bloody traitor!"
Remus closes his mouth and blinks at Mary in confusion.
"Here I was, thinking that you were my last ally among the couples, but it turns out that you've been in a bloody relationship with Sirius Black this whole time!"
"I'm in a… With… What?" Remus sputters. "No! Sirius and I are friends, just friends!"
"Remus," Lily says calmly, crossing her arms over her chest. "The only way your relationship with Sirius differs from a couple's, is that you're not having sex with him."
Remus' cheeks turn red and he averts his eyes.
Lily's eyes widen. "Remus John Lupin!" She gasps. "You didn't!"
Remus' face turns bright red as he stares at his hands. "It… happened. Once or twice."
Lily shakes her head. "I can't bloody believe you!"
Remus lifts his head and looks at her defiantly. "Well, can you blame me?" He says defensively. "You know what he looks like! Besides, what's the harm?" He shrugs. "We're both single, but we still both have… urges, so to speak, and we find each other physically attractive, so why not?"
"And do either of you ever sleep with anyone else?" Marlene asks seemingly casually, studying her nails.
"I'm not," Remus says. "I mean, Sirius is just objectively incredibly attractive, no one can deny that, and we have great… uhm, chemistry in the bedroom, so it really wouldn't make sense for me to go out of my way to pick up some random guy. I don't really know about Sirius, but I don't think…" Remus trails off, pausing on the idea of Sirius with someone else and feeling inexplicably nauseous, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to change the subject. "Look, this is all very personal, and none of your business!"
"And do either of you ever date anyone else?" Marlene asks undeterred.
"We're not dating!"
"Fine." Marlene rolls her eyes. "Does either of you ever date anyone?"
Remus shakes his head. "Why would we? Sirius is my best friend for a reason, I can't imagine having a better time with anyone else, and I have zero desire to spend an evening making awkward small talk with a stranger. Besides, we both aren't looking for anything. Sirius does not want to give up on his freedom, and I don't want to deal with all the expectations and accompanying anxiety that come with a relationship."
"Oh, for god's sake, I can't bloody believe it!" Lily pressed the palm of her hand to her forehead. "You and Sirius are both so bloody afraid of commitment, but you completely failed to notice you've been in a bloody committed relationship to each other for years!"
"Sirius' and mine relationship is platonic!" Remus insists. "And, well, sometimes also physical, I guess. Platonic and physical, not romantic. I mean, not that I don't love him. Of course I love him, but more in a way that we complete each other. Sirius just feels like home, he's the only one who…" Remus trails off and runs a hand through his hair. "Wait, what was I saying again?"
Mary gives him a flat look. "I believe you were explaining how you love Sirius and are physically attracted to him, he's your other half and you're safe haven, but oh, all in a purely platonic way of course."
Remus groans and hides his face in his hands. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"
"Jamie?" Lily asks hesitantly.
James hums while he's laying with his head on Lily's lap, as she runs her fingers through his hair (like she has absolutely not been itching to do since fifth grade, no, absolutely not).
"Would you…" Lily is very careful to breach the topic. James isn't exactly good at dealing with change, and she doesn't want to upset him. Remus and Sirius are his best friends, and he might not be happy with the dynamic of their group potentially changing. Besides, those boys are both like brothers to him, so what if it makes him uncomfortable if the relationship between the two of them turns out to be not-so-brotherly?
Lily braces herself. "How would you feel about Remus and Sirius potentially one day being… more than friends?"
James stills, and a moment passes with him just laying motionless with his head under her hand, as Lily holds her breath.
Then James sits up and turns to her, his eyes wide and blinking at her. "Haven't they been a couple for the past three years?"
Read Part Two here!
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landonfour · 7 months
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woman ✾ l.n - iv
❧ you love max, you really do but your little brother has been getting more on your nerves each day as he tries to set you up with one of his friends.
❧ verstappen!reader. Reader is older so if that's not your cup of tea, don't drink it. ;)
❧ welcome back, it's been a while, getting more into girlies life & a new friend has entered the chat..martijn -> martin garrix. If you want to be tagged, let me know! Also since this has been an ongoing series for a while and my tagging system is fairly new, know that I'm not using those tag lists for this fic, only the ones who wanted to be tagged for this one specifically.
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📍 Amsterdam, the Netherlands
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y/nverstappen solitude 🏡
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hannahh hey, do you want to be my wife..like..please
hamilt44n your such a vibe
teampapayaa how much for you to become my private chef? 👀
landonorris are those stroopwafels?
landonorris bring me some next time
y/nverstappen no, I don't want to
landonorris guess I'll have to go to Amsterdam myself then..
y/nverstappen I'll make sure not to be here then..
norrisnorris this is the most random and unexpected friendship I've ever seen but I'm here for it 😂
y/nlove hand in marriage please..
irisxo nice dress, would be a shame if someone borrows it
y/nverstappen buy your own
irisxo what's the fun in that, that's gonna cost me money
lestappen116 Charles hiding in the likes 👀
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📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco
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y/nverstappen monaco days 🇲🇨 ☀
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maxmaxmax finally some jimmy and sassy content 🥰
irisxo that pasta doesn't even look that bad, what we're you on about?
charles_leclerc no it was really bad 😅
irisxo well you tried your best, that's what matter right?
y/nverstappen tried his best..yeah
charles_leclerc we'll order in next time..
charlos16 WHAT IS GOING ON?! DID CHARLES COOK FOR GIRLIE?! DATE??😭
verstappenmaxx happy belated birthday to P!
norry4 lando?
bott_ass just casually name dropping Charles and Lando as if it isn't going to start drama.
y/nlove why would it start anything, she's with her family, it's not her fault kelly and max adopted lando 🤡
julieeeexo god forbid a woman being friends with men..
victoriaverstappen had so much fun this week ❤️
kellypiguet thank you for P's birthday party, she loved it! ❤️
sharl16 Charles did not just try to cook bestie a dish, did he not learn from his own Monaco vlog?
landonorris you didn't get my good side
y/nverstappen I did though, your face is not showing.
landonorris oh so that's how it is? Okay..
landoscar I am SO confused 😩
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since this was a series long before I started my taglist system, I only tag the people from this list
taglist @hockeyboysarehot @beatricemiruna @starwarssavy23 @be-your-coffee-pot @thecubanator2 @ironmaiden1313 @hanniesdawn @leclercdream @alexandralibbre @elliegrey2803 @watersquirtpewpewboomm @laneyspalding19 @whoreks @cha-hot
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• chapter 1 • ñuha dāria • my queen •
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Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader
Summary: Daemon is about to meet his match...
Warnings (and some ramblings): physical description vaguely (?) described and implied by relation, not gonna spoil the plot but there's gonna be targcest (come on, it's Daemon), other canon stuff (violence, death/murder, sex, misogyny, calling children bastards), Daemon is about 21 (according to canon, you'll see what I mean), reader is younger by at least two years; twisting up canon: Alyssa died within the year of Daemon's birth, Queen Alysanne is still alive and the Daemon-Rhea wedding has not happened yet, the fight is basically the Geralt vs Renfri fight (if you want visuals bc I suck at describing it 😅), bit of insta love, enemies to lovers (sort of), it's mostly from Daemon's POV, not proofread at all
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• 102 AC • Winterfell •
Daemon was warned to behave before most of the House of the Dragon parted from King's Landing but he was called the Rouge Prince for a reason.
The tourney was held on the second day of their stay and he had not shown himself in public until then, content to spend his first day in the North reading under the heart tree.
Daemon always loved dramatic entrances, always seeking attention that he seemingly only gets when he is misbehaving. So he was ready to wreak havoc during the event that was supposed to be a friendly match between the great houses.
As a prince, he got to choose his first opponent, and who else would it be than a Hightower. He spared a smirk to that cunt of a Hand before he marched ahead to win with brutal precision, sending his opponent's horse and the knight himself to the ground.
The horrified gasps and then the loud cheering from the crowd only made his smirk wider. Daemon looked over the high seats from where the Targaryens, Velaryons and Starks watched the show. He immediately noted three empty seats, two besides Lord Stark - no doubt one of them was his brother's or cousin's whose helmeted figure Daemon had seen in the line of knights - and one by the King.
Since his grandmother, the Queen, was not present due to her illness, the only one who was sending him scolding glares was his brother, Viserys. The old king just sighed at the scene, while Corlys and Rhaenys sat there, amused, like parents watching a naughty child.
The next challenges were won just as easily as the first, although none of them was even remotely close to that savage end the Hightower boy had to suffer.
While the Prince usually didn't bother to watch the others, this time that Stark was drawing attention with his effortless wins. Prompting the people to make guesses and bets if a wolf could win against a dragon. Well, they were about to find out.
The first round shattered his opponent's shield but, to his astonishment, he stayed upright in the saddle. Daemon was smirking as usual but this time a tiny bit of admiration made his eyes glint in a softer light.
He could tell the little wolf would go down in the next round but he didn't expect to be taken with him too. The dragon prince's blood was singing at meeting a worthy opponent who was just as determined to win, no matter the cost.
The boy must have known he had no chance to stay on the horse, so instead of attacking Daemon as would be proper and expected, he somehow hooked his spear under his arm, yanking him back with the force of his own fall.
Both of you heavily landed on the ground, the impact crushing the air from your lungs and making it unable to move for a long moment. The spectating people were holding their breath, waiting to see if you were, well, alive or not.
The cheering was deafening as you got to your feet and proceeded to fight with swords.
Without wasting another second, you marched forward. Stabbing in his direction, aiming for his head and swinging at his neck with the same momentum once your initial blow missed its target.
The prince leaned away from each attack and his sword met yours at the third strike. He let you lead the fight for a few more clashes but he paused to assess you as he blocked a blow that meant to hit his legs.
Daemon straightened and stepped back, pushing your sword away with his and striking down with a high swing of Dark Sister. Your sword met his again, protesting under the finer steel.
To spare your weapon the worst of the hit, you focused on meeting the side of the blade while avoiding the edge and rolling the swords, trying to dislodge the weapon from his grip.
To unsuccessful stabbing attempts later you made a move at his head again. He ducked down, then didn't hesitate to use the opportunity of the few seconds you left yourself open.
You didn't expect a hit by his other hand and certainly not the following kick that sent you to the ground. Unfortunately, this resulted in losing your helmet.
Daemon paused at the sight.
It was no brother or cousin of their host, not even a boy as he suspected from the lighter build of the armour but a girl with the features of a Stark, the infamous wild beauty of the North, Lord Stark's niece by his late sister.
For the second time during this event, a unanimous scandalized gasp was heard from the crowd right before loud the protests of his brother and your uncle reached the two of you as they forbade you to continue the fight.
At that, your still bewildered expression turned into something Daemon was extremely familiar with. Blinding, all-consuming, untamed rage at being denied.
The Targaryen prince grinned wickedly at you but before you could turn your anger on him, he tore off his helmet, throwing it away and subtly nodding at you, giving you the approval to attack him and continue the fight. The answering spark in your eyes before you charged at him made his heart skip a beat.
It was similar to how you started the first time. He let you advance, then half-heartedly attacked back, ending the session with another backhanded slap before he pushed you backwards until your back met the edge of the fighting arena.
"You are holding back." You practically spat the accusation at him through gritted teeth while holding your sword to block his. Although with the way he took hold of your hand, making sure that your blade did not cut into your throat proved that you might as well let go altogether and would still be safe from any harm.
The world around you seized to exist as the prince pressed a little closer. Answering with an infuriatingly smug grin. "It would be unforgivable to hurt a little lady like you."
"You just hit me," you scoffed.
"You'll live."
"If you won't start fighting properly, you will not." The menacingly low threat made chills run down his spine, eliciting a low chuckle out of him that was definitely a mistake.
Then 'the little lady' pulled a knife on him.
Daemon grunted at the pain of being stabbed in his side. He looked at you with disbelief, the blade went through his armour like it wasn't even there. Valyrian steel.
It was enough distraction. You pushed him away, attacking with the dagger and the sword simultaneously and if you were a little less aggravated, you'd be impressed with the way he blocked your attacks with not just his sword but bare hand fight combined before he started to use his sword more like a shield.
Swords crossed, you paused.
Daemon could have swiped your legs, and you could have stabbed him with the dagger again but you were too busy trying to make it a show that you could overpower him and he was just too pissed to let you go easy.
In a blink of an eye, you were kneeling on the ground with your opponent's blade digging into your shoulder. Although he was careful not to cut too deep, he was not above the pettiness of giving you a scar in return for his.
A half groan, half gasp sound was the only indication of your pain and Daemon felt a moment of regret before he was consumed by flames from deep within that seemed to be seeded in the pull he felt towards you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. He found your rage and your inner fire, which was clearly visible in your determination and anger at the present, mesmerisingly beautiful.
He became distracted again. It was enough for you to be able to move and swipe at his leg, cutting him with the dagger before you stood and faced him with a challenging stance.
A few seconds of silent discussion followed, with him letting you know he will give you what you wished for if you continue, warning you that he will not hold back anymore.
You grinned, attacking him, again using both weapons, with some moves applying them like a single extended weapon.
Then he put you in a difficult position. Stopping the dagger by grabbing it, he was forcing you to stay still not by strength but by thrusting you that you would not want to permanently damage him.
If you pulled away now, he would lose at least a few fingers if not his hand altogether. Both of you gritted your teeth, mostly in pain but it showed more like anger, which made it seem like you were practically snarling at the other.
With barely clutching the handles, you pry his hand off enough to only graze him. And it leaves you vulnerable.
You almost lost your weapons when he immediately attempted to disarm you. Then he truly advanced, forcing you to defend yourself and back away. He was relentlessly stabbing and swinging with Dark Sister in your direction.
Then it was over, he took your sword. Holding you at the end of his blade, telling you to yield.
It was only then that you heard the crowd again. Cheering at the incredibly fast and hard-to-follow battle they just witnessed.
Despite the loud audience, Daemon still heard as you sighed with annoyance, keeping eye contact with him as you threw your dagger to the ground, refusing to do more or say the words.
He smiled, this time with pure amusement only. He stepped away, letting you breathe freely and to his further entertainment dropped to the ground to sit and rest or pout like a child. It was hard to guess and that made him enjoy the scene even more.
You were so busy with pealing away the suffocating armour where you could reach and the impending scolding that you knew was coming the moment you tied up your cousin and took his place, that you didn't pay attention when the prince received the flower crown or what he was planning to do with it.
Feeling the crown of winter roses placed on your head, you look up, wide eyes meeting with the Rogue Prince's mischievous gaze as he offers his hand and helps you stand. Without letting go, he bends a little, kissing the back of your hand as he murmurs, "My queen."
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worldofheroes · 6 months
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Unexpected
pete “maverick” mitchell x fem!reader
summary: you take a shower in Maverick’s office bathroom and something unexpected (but welcomed) happens.
warnings: 18+, language, unprotected sex
wc: 968
a/n: based on this request! oh my this is… something else 😅🥵😍
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“Okay, y/c/s, that’s enough. It’s late. Head back to the tarmac,” Maverick says over comms.
“One more run?” you ask.
“No, Lieutenant. Land your plane, that’s an order.”
“Yes sir,” you mutter, turning your plane around.
After you land, you go through your post-flight checklist.
“Y/c/s,” Maverick calls out.
You stop and slightly turn your head.
“You’re doing great, you know that, right?” Maverick asks.
“I can do better.”
“Stop being so hard on yourself, y/n,” Maverick whispers.
“No promises,” you mutter.
Silence falls between the two of you.
“Listen, I just want to shower and head home,” you say. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“The showers are on the other side of base,” Maverick states.
“Yeah, I know?” You furrow your brow.
“My office is right over here. Has its own bathroom. I’d rather you use that one than head across base at this hour.”
“Mav, it’s a military base, I’ll be fine.”
“Please,” Maverick says.
You pause, weighing your options. If you just go with him to his office, you’ll get home faster.
“Fine,” you sigh. “Lead the way.”
Maverick nods and heads towards his office. You follow a few yards behind him.
“The bathroom’s through there,” Maverick says awkwardly, motioning towards the door.
“Thanks,” you mumble.
You push the door closed, but it doesn’t close all the way, which you don’t notice.
You start to get ready for your shower, taking your hair down, brushing it, turning the shower on, and you start to undress.
After you pull your shirt off, you look in the mirror and make eye contact with Maverick, who’s watching you.
He looks away. You open the door a couple inches more.
His eyes meet yours again in the mirror. You pull your sports bra off, leaving you now topless in front of your instructor.
Maverick steps inside the bathroom, closing the door completely behind him. He moves closer to you.
Your breath hitches in your chest. Maverick pushes your hair back out of your face.
You start to pull his shirt off, and he helps you, tossing it on the floor.
His hands slide down the sides of your body, and start to undo your pants. Your hands also make their way down his body, doing the same.
The two of you pause there, studying each other.
You step out of your underwear, and Maverick follows your lead.
A whimper escapes you. Maverick closes the space between you, and his lips land on yours. A hand caresses your face.
“Maverick,” you whisper.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, kissing you again.
“I need to shower,” you tell him softly.
He nods, moving his hand away from you.
You step in the shower, and shortly after, Maverick joins you.
Without realizing, you move closer to Maverick and wrap your arms around him, letting the water fall on the two of you.
You think you hear Maverick moan.
He kisses you again, pressing himself against you, and you can feel his hardening cock.
“Mav,” you whisper.
“You can’t blame me,” he says with a small smirk.
You smile slightly at the light-hearted comment. Your hand slides down his torso, and you wrap your fingers around his cock.
There’s no guessing that a moan comes from Maverick this time.
“Shit,” he mumbles.
“Do you want..?” You trail off of your sentence.
Maverick nods. “Can I?”
You nod.
Maverick gently pushes you against the tile of the shower. You gasp at the sudden coldness against your bare back.
He grabs one of your legs and lifts it up, holding on. Maverick presses the head of his cock against your center.
“Oh,” you moan. “Please,” you beg.
Maverick pushes into you.
You both moan in pleasure as he works you open.
“Fuck, Pete,” you say, throwing your head back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, kissing your neck.
“You like it when I call you Pete?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, burying his face into your neck.
“Then fuck me harder, Pete,” you say.
“Shit, yes ma’am,” Maverick practically growls as he thrusts harder into you.
You try to keep your moans quiet, but Maverick’s cock is hitting you just right.
“That’s it,” he encourages you.
“Oh, Mav,” you cry. “I’m gonna.. I’m gonna come.”
“Shit,” he mutters. “Where can I?”
“Fuck,” you moan. “I want your cum filling me.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Pete, I want you to fill me.”
“Shit,” he mutters again.
His pace quickens even further, and you feel yourself reaching that edge.
A few more thrusts and you come undone, moaning in pleasure as Maverick reaches his orgasm moments later, cursing and saying your name.
When you both come down from your highs, Maverick kisses you, hard. He releases your leg from his grasp and you push your body against his.
“What are we going to do now?” you whisper.
“Haven’t thought about it yet,” Maverick replies, sucking on your neck.
“Mav,” you lightly scold him. “I don’t want any marks.”
“Mm,” he hums against you, now kissing your collarbone.
“Mav, seriously,” you tell him, pushing him away.
Maverick sighs. “I don’t know, y/n,” he mutters, not making eye contact.
The two of you stand in the shower in silence, the only noise being the running water.
“I still need to shower,” you mumble, looking away from your instructor.
“I’ll leave you be and try to think of something,” he says.
You nod.
Maverick leans in and pauses for just a moment before he kisses you again, this time softer and more delicate.
“I don’t think we made a mistake,” Maverick says as he steps out of the shower.
“I don’t know, Mav.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
You close your eyes, letting the water run down your body as you try to think of what to do next.
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feather , part 10
“ i’m saying ‘no, no, no, no more’ ”
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yourusername little women hurt my brain so i went back to my happy place (aka gossip girl)
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edwards.73 i’m kinda scared to ask but uh… what’s the difference between gossip girl and gilmore girls
→ yourusername unfollow me rn
→ colecaufield wait no he’s valid (i don’t know the difference either)
→ yourusername both of u have asked me this 20 times already. i’m blocking u two.
markestapa i know the difference between gossip girl and gilmore girls!
→ mackie.samo me too!!
→ yourusername yeah bc u come to my place for gossip girl marathons like every other day
username64 LITTLE WOMEN
username78 FLORENCE PUGH OH MY GOD
jackhughes little women gives me war flashbacks
→ yourusername i wonder why 🤨
→ jackhughes hmmm maybe because you CALLED ME FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT JUST TO RANT TO ME ABOUT IT
→ yourusername IM SORRY
username14 is no one gonna talk about how she posted this at 2 in the morning 😭😭
bookerburke_ gossip girl is the one with the guy that played sam in supernatural right
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username21 at least bertram isn’t in one of the pics this time
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username69 i’m kinda sorta in love with your taste in tv shows and movies
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yourusername went through my old photos and i guess this is sort of a photo dump.. if u ask me to explain the pics i might…….
so for all the trev, luke, jack, quinn, luca, mark, rut, turcs, eddy, and mackie girls, i hope you’re happy 🫶🫶
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lhughes_06 please for the love of god don’t explain the cow photo
→ username44 what happened in the cow photo 😧
→ yourusername okay username44 so basically i walked out of my parents house and i saw luke’s dumbass in a cow suit standing right next to my car
→ lhughes_06 I WAS 16 AND JACK SAID IF I DID IT HE’D DO MY CHORES FOR TWO WEEKS
adamfantilli why didn’t you post me 🫤🫤
→ yourusername i didn’t have any old bad pics of you 😕
username4 quinner is contemplating his life in that fishing pic
luca.fantilli okay but that cake was kind of good
→ yourusername uh huh maybe bc i made it
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trevorzegras i didn’t know everyone fell asleep on top of me on the couch 😅😅
_alexturcotte let me just say i beat cole in arm wrestling
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→ _alexturcotte oh shut up
→ yourusername it’s okay turcs, not everyone’s as strong as cauliflower here
→ _alexturcotte BUT I LITERALLY BEAT HIM?? yourusername
→ cole.caufield hey lil drizzy i thought we left that nickname in 2020 🙃
markestapa you know i actually rode that skateboard pretty well
→ yourusername you fell flat on your ass
username76 i love how she’s exposing EVERYONE
edwards.73 hey it was fun getting thrown into the pool
→ yourusername says the one that started screaming bloody fuckin murder as soon as he hit the water
mackie.samo i look so disheveled eating that cake
rutgermcgroarty see me and jack held each other up in that second photo bc we’re just too strong for our own goods
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→ yourusername whatever helps you sleep at night
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Seeing the new Ruggie card and the freaking disc made me realize that Yuu got lucky getting away getting hit by that thing? IN THE HEAD?!
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Hey, we can’t have our main point-of-view character dead or with an extended concussion this early in the game + they needed a convenient transition to the next scene in a way which doesn’t reveal Malleus’s true identity to Yuu (gotta keep that a secret until late book 5) 😂 As the player’s avatar, they’re equipped with strong plot armor. It definitely feels like a part where you need your suspension of disbelief to kick in for it to “make sense”. Getting beaned in the head with a GOLD disk propelled by magic at a high velocity sounds like it could do significant damage otherwise.
Oh, and speaking of the new Ruggie card?? We get our first look at what the Magift uniforms look like:
***Ruggie Club Wear spoilers below the cut!!***
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The purple and black are consistently shown to be NRC’s school colors; these are also present in other athletic uniforms as well as the ceremonial robes. It’s no surprise to see those same shades reflected here, in the Magift (ie Spelldrive) uniform.
Not sure if I understand the jacket he’s wearing over the black, the length of it makes it easy to snag on something while flying. Maybe it’s just something Ruggie specifically wears (since he tends to have hand-me-owns that may not fit him correctly)?? The placement of the belts across Ruggie’s torso is… interesting? Is that meant to secure him…? Why do I get the sense that the belts will be used to frame Leona’s chest in his own Club Wear iteration 😭
The goggles make sense; you’d want to protect your eyes from such a dangerous sport. I was expecting more bulky and protective headwear though 😅 Thankfully the knees and legs seem to be padded! You can’t tell if the arms are due to the sleeves, but I hope they are too. The whole outfit seems to have a focus on being aerodynamic. I’m guessing the protective element of the clothes comes from magic being imbued into them or something (since we know that’s the case for dorm uniforms and ceremonial robes). That must explain why the Magift uniforms don’t look like American footballers. According to Yana, these clothes were designed not just with protection from collisions and rolling in mind, but also to allow for flying at high speeds.
I appreciate that the Club Wear cards usually give us a new hairstyle for each student. Ruggie has his bangs parted to make way for a pair of goggles! This look makes him look slightly more mature.
A nice detail for this card is that we get to see the field set up for a full game of Magift. The goal looks so funky and generic fantasy at the same time 😂
... Now imagine pulling up to the field looking cool and intimidating in your clothes, only to get your ass handed to you by pretty boys in (probably) pristine white uniforms that haplessly cheer about the power of friendship 💀 AND THAT HUMILIATION IS TELEVISED ALL OVER TWISTED WONDERLAND
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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 23
― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!hamilton!reader ― Warnings: graphic description of unprotected sex (fingering, dirty talk, and p in v), mentions of alcohol, and jealousy.  ― Summary: It the ending of the season and fans get a glimpse on Mick and Yn’s perspective. ― A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛
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lewishamilton You'll always be my baby sister, my bisty. I don't care how old you are, if you're dating, if you have kids of your own, or if you get married, you're forever the baby I held and knew I would protect with my life. Happy birthday theofficialyn 💙
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pierregasly Happy birthday, Hamilton baby! 🥳
⤷ hammertime_ why this is so funny to me
⤷ theofficialyn pierre 😠 hamilton baby sounds as if he’s my dad lol
ynfan my fav sibling duo 🥹💖
landonorris happy birthday to my fav brit girl! 💗💗
schumimick imagine having these genes and being born this pretty!
mickschumacher 🥹❤️
⤷ leclerccookies not even mick can’t resist baby yn!
⤷ dreiricciardo mick is the weakest for her and we know it
theofficialyn I love you, lew! thank you for always taking care of me 😭💗 my fav brother 💗
⤷ sainzfiftyfive do they have more siblings? what?
⤷ schumercedes I guess this is the joke, he’s her only brother 😂
georgerussell63 Happy birthday, Yn!!! Love you tons, please stop giving merc admin memes ideas 😘❤️
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ginaschumacher life gave me a little sister and I have never been so grateful. Thank you for being you, and for shining your light on everyone around you. I wish you the happiest life, Yn. I love you tons! 👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏾💘
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fan02 Is that mickyn I see? Did gina just fed us mickyn crumbs? 😭😭😭😭😭😭
mickschumacher I had no idea you took that pic haha 💜 we look cute, ily
⤷ astonmartinha GINA POSTED MICKYN 😭😭😭
theofficialyn I love you, g! You’re a gift life brought to me and I’ll cherish and keep you forever! 👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏾💞💞
⤷ burrowleclerc oh to be best friends with my boyfriend’s sister
carmenmmundt 🥹🥰 Happy bday, Yn!!! You’re such a kind soul, and it’s an honor to be your friend. Ily!
ylnrain I find it so gentle and endearing the way the schumacher and the hamiltons became close friends all because of mick and yn. like, she could just be acquaintance with gina, but they’re always seem together and they truly root for each other, you can see it. and then there’s mick and lewis who got even closer during these past few months, like…this is some romance book typa shit and I love it!
⤷ norrizzfour bestie ur rant was longer than the birthday wishes but I love that for you 😅🤣
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charles_leclerc I won't say you're like a sister to me or else your brother will push me off the track 🙄 but it's a pleasure to be your friend and to share the struggles and the good things of life with you. Thank you for always remembering about me with your sugary diet vegan desserts. Life is sweeter around you! Happy birthday, Yn ❤️
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pierregasly 👍
⤷ lewisfan not pierre jealous LMAO
⤷ theofficialyn he loves you a tiiiiiny bit more than he loves me, believe me
⤷ pierregasly yeah but he never said life is sweeter around me 🤬
⤷ arthur_leclerc he did say it was funnier tho
⤷ joris_trouche 🤔🤨🤨
⤷ theofficialyn did charles told you to comment this, arthur? 🤣
⤷ charles_leclerc I’m trying to avoid a future track collision here, Yn!
⤷ landonorris you guys so dramatic 🤦‍♂️
danielricciardo Happy birthday, Yn!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🙌🏻
carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaños, hamilton! ❤️❤️
scuderiaferrari so she HAS been bringing you sweets huh?
⤷ theofficialyn they’re all healthy I promise, I even talked with the nutritionist 😇
⤷ georgerussell63 rumor has it she didn’t talk with the nutricionista
⤷ georgerussell63 but they’re all healthy anyways, calories free and all, even I eat some!!!
⤷ theofficialyn I was about to call alex to beat ur ass!
franciscac.gomes feliz aniversário, yn! 🥹🥰💗 te amo!!!
⤷ theofficialyn I love you more, kikaaaa! 💘💘
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mickschumacher I am the luckiest guy for having you in my life. I still remember the first time I saw you, and to this day I still feel all giddy whenever you walk into the room. I wanna spend the rest of my life by your side, smiling, laughing, crying, talking, sharing every moment. I wish you the happiest birthday, and an even happier life, Schatzi. I love you 💛 here’s to many more birthdays together
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ynsunshine the mickey shirt 😭
⤷ spanishgp23 isn’t that how yn calls him?
⤷ ynsunshine exactly!!!!! 😭
estebanocon happy birthday, yn!! 🩵🩵🩵
mercedesamgf1 happy birthday to the merc’s garage sunshine 💓
theofficialyn forever 💗
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theofficialyn had a great time in Brazil with some even greater people 💛💚💙🤍
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brunamarquezine te amooooo! 🩵🩵 (Ily)
keepupwthehamiltons I saw yn was with Iza too, and I’m manifesting something between iza and lewis like 😩😩 they would be so powerful together
mickschumacher ❤️
satelliteferrari mick showing up twice 🥰 she really said MY man
lewishamilton thank you for always having my back 💙
⤷ theofficialyn you’re my forever number 1! Love you, lew 😘
⤷ hamiltonsiblings my forever number 1 😀🥲☹️😭 meanwhile my brother calls me ugly in every possible language
1directiontrack I say give Yn the citizen title too 🇧🇷
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mickschumacher vegas, baby! 😚
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gaslightgasly I wonder if the last pic isnt a soft launch for his new seat next year 👀
⤷ schumicedes I haven’t thought about it, but it makes sense…
mickynshipper I love how they’re the center of each others posts 😩💗
sainzleclerc God, I’ve seen what you done for others 🙇‍♀️
estebanocon I like the new haircut 😎
gaslybestie I can’t be the only one who had some very age restricted thoughts with the fourth pic…
⤷ vettelforever oh you’re def not alone on this train bestie
porscheschumi I am invested on this porsche 2024 mick!! omg omg
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theofficialyn it's the most beautiful time of the year 😍❤️🎄
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lewishamilton sickenly cute, but ily 🤍
ginaschumacher its even prettier sharing it with you guys 💚
ynfan2 the way they're always included in each other's dump is so wholesome, I bet they waited way too long to do it, and now it must feel liberating
⤷ russellsainz they're showing off but I would too if I dated one of them
estebanocon merry xmas!! 🎅
sunnyyn its their first Christmas together I'm crying pls
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mlm anon, I feel like an idiot now 😅 I guess I’m in the wrong aisle/Discord…
hang on making this it's own post and deleting the other one because we take care of each other in this haus, PLEASE REPLY WITH YOUR FAVORITE ASTARION+ MALE TAV/DURGE ARTISTS, THIS POOR PERSON HAS BEEN STARVING
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Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 25
How many of you guessed correctly about the member that was next?
First things first y'all, 18+ CHAPTER AHEAD
I'm talking filthy. The only type of filth we love, but still... DIRTY. Read at your own risk!
Second, I was absolutely several glasses of wine in with a nice buzz if not completely drunk when this was written. If there are mistakes, I apologize. I'll probably roll through it to edit later.
Also, this chapter is a LONG one by my standards. I blame it on the alcohol. Especially wine. It tends to make me feel some type of way 😅.
Anyway, enjoy! 💜💜
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I was a little surprised with how close Jimin’s apartment was to the restaurant. It didn’t take us any more than ten minutes to get there, and I was in awe. The building was massive and obviously way more than I could ever hope to afford. Jimin parked and rounded the car quickly making me giggle with how impatient he was. He opened the door, offering a hand to help me out which I gladly took. The two of us made short work of the distance to the elevator, Jimin’s palm on the small of my back applying light pressure.
The second the elevator arrived, Jimin backed me into it, my back as close as the wall it could get with the railing pressing into me. Jimin slammed his hand down onto the button for the top floor and repeatedly pressing the button to close the lift doors. I tugged him a little closer to pull him away from them before he broke something. Finally, the doors slid shut closing the two of us in together, alone. Jimin’s hands sought my face again, cupping my cheeks gingerly.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please do.” I murmured breathlessly.
He didn��t need to be told twice. His mouth found mine eagerly, moving against my own with urgency. The softness of his plush lips was indescribable. I closed my eyes hoping to ease some of the dizziness as my head spun. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Wishing that I could fashion the two of us together permanently. It was a good thing no one had needed the elevator. Even if someone did, I was dubious about whether we would be able to stop. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Mine finding their way into his soft hair while his moved down to play with the hem of my dress.
The ding of the elevator arriving is what snapped me out of my haze. Jimin pulled away enough to double check the floor. His hand gripped mine, leading me out of the elevator and to a door a short distance from it.
“Penthouse?”
“We needed a space big enough for all of us and this was one of the few available at the time that met our standards.” Jimin said as he unlocked the door and opened it to let me through first.
“We?”
“All of us. The seven of us spend our time here together. A safe place that no one knows about besides us and now you.”
I crossed the threshold looking around. It certainly looked more lived in than Yoongi’s apartment. Clean, but homely.
“You mean, not even your past-“
Jimin shook his head. “You’re the only woman who’s ever set foot in this place.”
“Why show it to me then?” I wondered.
I turned around in time to see Jimin shed his coat and suit blazer. Tossing both haphazardly to the side where they crumpled in a pile of fabric in the floor next to the entrance. His eyes never left mine as he slowly stalked forward, fingers reaching up to his undershirt where he deftly popped open two more buttons accompanying the top two he already had undone. I gulped feeling the excitement build within me only to pool between my thighs. As soon as he was in touching distance, his hand snaked around my neck and his other hand moving just under my jaw. His thumb pressed underneath my chin, forcing my face up. He laid a gentle kiss on the corner of my lips.
“Because you’re our one and only Y/N.”
My heart felt close to bursting and the tears returned. Only this time, it wasn’t in despair, but a different type of overwhelming emotion. One that was surfacing too early to dwell on. So, I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and yanked him down to crash our lips together. I didn’t bother trying to be patient like I had with Yoongi. I wanted this man. I wanted all of them with every fiber of my being. Our lips moved in tandem, both of us feeling the exigency of being in each other’s embrace. I jerked Jimin’s shirt out of the confines of his pants and ripped the rest of the buttons open.
Faintly registering the sound of them falling to the hard wood floor as I pushed the fabric over his shoulders. Jimin was just as desperate to have it off, pulling his arms out of it quickly and leaving it to fall behind him. I then moved on to taking my own coat off and sliding the straps of my dress down. I felt him grasp either side of my jaw, turning my head to the side so he could trail his mouth down my neck. His tongue lapped at a spot right below my ear sending a jolt through me threatening to have my knees buckle beneath me. I whimpered grasping for purchase on anything within reach. My fingers looped through the waistband of Jimin’s pants, pulling him closer to me.
“I want to mark you.” He rasped against my skin.
I threaded his hair through my fingers and pulled his mouth back to mine. Our tongues tangled together as we walked back in the direction of where I hoped the couch was. I felt the cushion against my calves and whirled us around. Jimin seemed surprised for only a moment as I pushed him back to sit. I settled myself in his lap, straddling his thighs. His eyes darkened seeing me above him, his hands holding my hips, and his fingers slipping under the bottom of my dress. I leaned down, placing one kiss on his jaw and moving lower to place another one below his ear.
He groaned laying his head back against the couch cushions. His grip on my hips tightened ever so slightly. I scoot a little bit closer running my hands down his defined shoulders and chest to his lean hips. This was different than I what experienced with Yoongi. Yoongi was the one to be in control and while I was glad for it seeing as I hadn’t been intimate in a while, I wanted something different with Jimin. He was allowing me to do what I wanted and the only thing I wanted in this moment was to worship him. My hand trailed lower, brushing the growing bulge in his slacks eliciting another salacious moan from him.
“Jimin.” I whispered into his ear making him shiver. “Can I go down on you?”
“Fuck. Yes, baby please. Do whatever you want to me.” His voice came out breathlessly.
Quickly undoing his belt, I slid it out of the loops of his pants and heard the loud thunk as it hit the floor. I slipped off his lap, sitting comfortably on my heels as I unbuttoned his pants and began sliding them down his slender hips along with his underwear. He lifted himself, helping me as much as he could, the second his cock sprang free he sighed in relief. He palmed himself, cock jerking in response to his touch as precum oozed from his tip.
I didn’t think Jimin could get any more beautiful, but him in front of me, cock in hand was something I never could have imagined. For such a lean frame, he was well-endowed. Longer than Yoongi for sure although maybe not as thick. I pushed forward, kissing his tip before dragging my tongue down the underside of it. Jimin cursed quietly, letting go of himself to grab hold of the arm of the couch. I slowly made my way back up, purposely leaving enough of my spit to lubricate him.
It would be tough to take all of him, but I was willing to try. I engulfed the tip in my mouth, sucking gently. The reaction from Jimin was visceral. His hips jerked involuntarily, causing a bit more of him to sink into my mouth. Taking more of him in only set off a chain reaction as his hand found its way into my hair, fisting it tightly as his head fell back on the cushions again. I watched him closely, the veins in his neck popping and body trembling as he tried to keep still. I curled one of my hands around his thigh, nudging them further apart so I could get closer. I fixed my angle and took him deeper, concentrating on controlling my gag reflex as he tested the limits of my mouth.
Jimin sucked in a sharp breath as he barely hit my throat. I backed off quickly, my reflex kicking in more than I wanted it to. I checked on Jimin to see him watching me with hooded eyes. His hands gathered the loose strands of my hair to keep them out of my face as I took him. I wrapped my free hand around his base, hoping to provide some stimulation for the parts I wouldn’t be able to fit. It was messy, spit dribbling down his length as I sucked him and for a moment I wondered what it looked like for Jimin to see me kneeling in front of him, mouth stuffed full of his dick. The imagery hurled a wave of arousal through me. My panties and hose quickly becoming soaked between my thighs.
“God damn you’re so beautiful.” Jimin grunted thrusting his hips just a tiny bit as I retreated.
I hadn’t ever been so affected giving a man a blowjob before. Then again, I had never had a man like Jimin at my mercy before either. I bobbed my head a little faster and sucked a little harder as my own arousal threatened to consume me. My hands made quick work of dispelling my hose and panties. My movements causing my dress to bunch around my thighs as I slipped one finger between them to fondle my clit. Usually, I required more foreplay than what Jimin and I were doing, but I was drenched. I spread my juices across my lower lips and found my clit again, rubbing slow circles around it.
The moan I released sent vibrations through me and Jimin apparently as he very nearly choked and pulled my hair tighter. The bite of pain from his grip only intensified my pleasure. Jimin gathered his bearings enough to look down. From his point of view, he couldn’t see what exactly I was doing, but he could at least see my hand between my legs and my discarded undergarments. A string of unintelligible curses spewed from his lips as he gripped my jaw to pull me off of him. He lifted my face to his as his fingers squeezed just enough for my lips to pucker.
“My pretty baby. Did my cock make you wet?” he growled, reaching down to jerk my dress up higher to watch me.
I whimpered, unable to form words as his eyes locked onto my pussy where I had two fingers buried inside myself.
“Don’t cum.” He whispered harshly before slamming his mouth on mine.
He reached down, rubbing fast circles across my clit while I kept pumping my fingers in and out of me. I cried out, his mouth swallowing any noises that could’ve escaped as he drove me higher up that ledge. His tongue fucked my mouth to the same pace my own fingers were thrusting into my cunt, the squelching sounds loud and obscene in the otherwise quiet room. Just as I could feel myself cresting, Jimin stopped and ripped my hand away. I whined, but he didn’t pay any mind to it. Instead, he lifted my hand to his mouth, sucking my fingers and swirling his tongue around them both to clean my juices off them.
I bit my lip, the feeling only serving to ramp up the pleasure I had lost. He let go with a pop and licked his deliciously plump lips before motioning to his pants.
“My wallet. There’s a condom.”
I scrambled to search his pockets, eagerly wanting to finish what he had started. I found it, slipping the little foil package out.
“Put it on me.” He commanded, leaning back into the couch again.
I opened it, watching as he gripped his cock again, angling it for me to slide the condom over him. I did so quickly, my haste not going unnoticed as Jimin’s hungry gaze slid over my figure.
“Take your dress off and come ride me.”
The roles had officially reversed. Jimin was no longer taking the backseat and letting me explore. He had had enough and wanted the reins back. His tone was deeper than I anticipated from him. Voice thick with arousal and dripping with desire as he drank in my naked form while I finished undressing. He held out a hand, assisting me in straddling him for the second time. He scoot forward just enough to make it a bit more comfortable for me. He guided me over his cock, reaching down to press the head against my entrance as I sank onto it. I held his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin sharply, but it didn’t appear he minded. The way down seemed like forever as more and more of him filled me. Finally, he bottomed out, my thighs pressed snugly to his while we both tried to wrap our heads around the intense pleasure.
“Yes.” He forced out between clenched teeth. “Fuck me Y/N.”
The raw emotion in his voice and the dirty implications of his words thrilled me. I pressed against his chest, using him as leverage as I lifted myself off him and sat back down. We moaned together, my movements getting faster. The couch shuttered beneath us as I rode him hard reveling in the way the head of his cock brushed my g-spot with every thrust. Jimin used the floor under his feet to meet me thrust for thrust the best he could. His hands holding my hips tightly as he stared at me, enraptured with the way I bounced on him.
“Ah shit. My pretty baby. You were made to take my cock.” He grunted guiding me to grind against him every time I would sink back onto his dick.
The motion stimulated my clit, making the sensitive flesh alight and fireworks to explode through me.
“Jimin.” I mewled grinding against him harder. “Mark me.”
His breathing stuttered as he halted my movements altogether. I protested, desperately trying to find friction again.
“What did you say?” he panted, hands digging into the flesh of my hips harder.
“Mark me, please. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
His lips smashed into mine with bruising force. He finally let go of me enough for me to move my hips again, but it was short-lived as his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me further down to his mouth. He latched onto the spot just below my ear, sucking the tender skin there harshly followed by the pinch of his teeth as he bit me. I trembled in his arms, his name leaving my lips on a sharp cry and briefly I considered his neighbors. Until I remembered there wasn’t any. He released me, his arms coming down to wrap around my waist as he lifted the two of us off the couch.
His tongue ran over the place he had bitten me, soothing the sting. The already tender flesh pulsated beneath his ministrations, until he pulled away to lay me down. I thought maybe he was carrying me to the bedroom, but my back met a hard surface, and I shook the haze off long enough to figure out he had laid me on top of their dining room table. I had half a mind to question him, but his words left him on a grunt before I could.
“It’s closer.”
He gripped my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the table and wrapping my legs around his hips. His thrusts started out deep, pace slow as he brushed his sweat slicked silvery hair back from his forehead. His eyes sought his mark, finding what I was sure was the already darkening bruise. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into the swollen muscle. His pace was punishing now. Hips clapping together as he chased our highs for the both of us. I clenched my walls, the unrelenting bursts of pleasure every time he hit my g-spot building upon one another. It was coming too fast, my body jumping out of reach of my state of mind.
“Cum Y/N. Take everything from me.” Jimin groaned.
His hand came down harshly against the junction between my thigh and butt. The unexpected sting thrusting me over that precipice as my orgasm washed over me. I vaguely registered my shouts over the blood rushing through my head. My pussy spasmed, gripping tightly onto Jimin’s cock that swelled before he shuttered, his own release finding him. He filled the condom, and my body locked up under his as I struggled to suck in air. The raw intensity of my own orgasm sapping me of everything I had as I succumbed to the black spots painting my vision.
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I came to feeling someone brush the sticky strands of my hair from my forehead. Blinking my eyes open tiredly, I found Jimin with a lazy grin on his lips.
“Hi baby.” He murmured, kissing me sweetly. We were back on the couch, Jimin cradling me as I laid sprawled out across his chest.
“What happened?”
His chuckle rumbled beneath me. “You passed out.”
I groaned ducking my head and hiding my face. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”
He nuzzled his cheek into the top of my head.
“Don’t be baby. It was pretty intense. Besides, that just means I did my job right.”
His fingers caressed my back. Running along my spine in soft touches that sent shivers through me. I hummed in delight, my exhaustion overpowering any thoughts of anything other than Jimin.
“We should clean up and get some sleep.”
“I don’t want to move.”
He cooed, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Come on baby. I promise we’ll cuddle once we’re in bed.”
Promises of more cuddles and a soft mattress were the only things forcing me up and off him. I let him lead me, partially too tired to find the way myself and partially because I wouldn’t have a clue where I was going anyways. We didn’t exactly make it much further than the living space and the dining room. Jimin directed me to the bathroom, starting a shower and grabbing a couple of towels for the two of us. The warm water was nice. I basked under the spray and let Jimin clean me since he insisted. His fingers massaged the shampoo and conditioner into my hair, and I wondered how I survived the last couple of years without this.
I hadn’t realized how lonely I truly was until I was with them. These little moments meaning more to me than anything in the world and it appeared they were all too willing to provide me with them. As Jimin rinsed my hair, I laid my head against his chest. His heart beating steadily and once again, I found that peace with him like I had with Yoongi.
“You don’t know how much this means to me.” I murmured soaking up his warmth before pulling away to return the favor and clean him.
I took my time. Savoring this moment for as long as I could. He swooped down to press a soft kiss on my lips.
“I like you Y/N. I may not have a lot of experience with these types of things and there’s a lot I’m clueless about, but I want you to teach me. Show me what you like and dislike. Be vulnerable with me and confide in me and I can be that way with you too. You’re my first and I want you to be my last if you’ll have me.”
I cupped his cheeks, stretching on my toes to kiss him wholeheartedly.
“Only if you’ll let me be yours.”
He smiled. That gorgeous smile where his cheeks lifted, and his eyes nearly disappeared. Our mouths found each other again, the two of us spending the rest of our shower exchanging soft kisses. When we finally drug ourselves out of the now lukewarm spray, it was late. My tired body ready to give out on me if I didn’t find a bed and quickly. We dried ourselves off quickly, ditching the towels in the bathroom as Jimin led me a little further down the hall to a bedroom.
We crawled into the large bed, slipping under the cool sheets and nestling close to each other again for warmth.
I curled myself into his side, laying my cheek against him. He slid one arm under my head and laid the other across my hip. The sound of his heartbeat under my head served as my lullaby as I fell asleep next to him.
Chapter 26》
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