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astonmartinii · 6 months

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i don't wanna be funny anymore | daniel ricciardo social media au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem podcaster!reader

i don't wanna be funny anymore, i got a too short skirt, maybe i can be the cute one. is there room in the band? i don't need to be the front man, if not then i'll be the biggest fan

based on i don't wanna be funny anymore by lucy dacus (this song speaks to me, i love lucy (she's also AMAZING live))

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yourusername: hey girl hey, new ep coming at you fast this friday all about rotting. as the twilight weather rolls in and it becomes the season of all too well, we'll talk about rotting, how we can do it right and how not to lose your mind this october (a cautionary tale, i've already lost mine)

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user1: my queen hands down five stars already

user2: the bag is so real and the way i know it's a tote that does NOT stay on your shoulder

yourusername: it's the enchante tote, shameless plug for my man

danielricciardo: you singlehandedly sell out my totes every time baby

user3: not this actual fan erasure 🤨

user4: babe be real, she has a massive platform and there was a direct correlation between the first time she plugged a tote and the fact that they sold out that day you guys just love being mean

user5: i'm mean cause i don't want some leech taking credit for dan's hardwork and his fans?

user6: he fucking said it? you guys grasp at straws every time so try and justify your agenda against her

maxverstappen1: idk what rotting is but i'll still listen to every second

yourusername: thanks maxy, though i'd say going on the sim for up to 14 hours of the day is bordering on rotting

maxverstappen1: productive rotting !

yourusername: yes, i guess your sweet little treats are trophies?

maxverstappen1: that would make sense (don't tell my trainer but i do enjoy the little fruity drinks from starbucks)

user7: yall wanna say we're mean but she's literally invalidating max, saying he's rotting on the sim is so invalidating to everything he went through when he was younger

user8: how did we get there? this grasp on straws has to be studied... from a joke about the sim to invalidating abuse?

user9: i honestly thank the lord for dan and max because they're so supportive no matter the shitstorm that yall throw at y/n everyday

user10: literally max is even listening to podcasts... real friends, i hope one day she feels confident enough to come to races

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danielricciardo: buckle up, enchante is going to the rodeo 🐎

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user13: i shall be breaking the bank

user14: dan so smart, he looks like a good boyf for including y/n but didn't include her face

user15: yall ever listen to yourself talk, you need to be put in time out for real

yourusername: we all know the phrase, save a horse, ride a...

danielricciardo: daniel?

yourusername: YUP

user16: ugh there are children who are fans of daniel, she's so gross

user17: do you ever get tired of doing all of that mental gymnastics?

yourusername: can't wait for the tote drop for this collection, yall WON'T be disappointed

user18: yes, i will always trust mother's tote recommendations

user19: anyone who carries that much shit knows what makes a good tote

yourusername: this one has survived two dostoevsky book, an unreasonably large water bottle, a laptop and microphone

user19: thank you ma'am

maxverstappen1: real love is dressing as a cowgirl for your needy boyfriend

yourusername: the things we do for love (i actually had so much fun)

user20: here y/n goes doing all the publicity, but never going to races, clearest gold digger attention whore wag of all time

user21: surely a real attention whore would go to every race to get the screen time and papped and all that jazz?

excerpt of y/n y/ln's podcast where she addresses her absences in the paddock.

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yourusername: life recently lol, the enchante tote is taking a beating

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user24: she's such a crybaby making dan use up an entire portion of his interview to coddle her

user25: she doesn't come to races cause of people like you invading her privacy and being rude and here you are ... proving her point

danielricciardo: pretty lady i can't wait to be back in your arms

yourusername: waiting outside the airport now

danielricciardo: we haven't even taken off yet babe

yourusername: i know i just miss you and can't wait to see your handsome face

user26: dan must be saying this shit at gun point cause there's no way he actually thinks she's pretty

user27: are you clinically blind? cause we must not be seeing the same girl

maxverstappen1: the aperol rawdogging the bag, you are SO brave

yourusername: living life on the edge, is this that thrill all you drivers talk about?

maxverstappen1: i may drive at over 200 kmh but i'd never risk my tote like that

yourusername: is it worse that i have a jar of olives in there as well, one drop and it's so over for me

maxverstappen1: OLIVES? remind me NOT to hug you when you pick us up

danielricciardo: if you want that hug you gonna have to get in line boy

user28: she picks them up from the airport? that's so cute

user29: someone tell her the gross girl aesthetic isn't cute

user30: babe don't worry no matter the aesthetic you have daniel will never want you x

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maxverstappen1: finally went on my bff's (no 1 in the world) podcast after i finally convinced her yall ain't shit - oh and dan was there for emotional support x

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user31: SO ICONIC

user32: ep on repeat forever, they're so funny

yourusername: for a man who hates podcasts, you were a star i think the memes hit you hard

maxverstappen1: i enjoy the PROFESSIONALS could you imagine doing a podcast with lando

landonorris: why am i catching strays

danielricciardo: i wouldn't say that too loud, i got about 20 texts as soon as you posted this demanding i ask y/n to be on the show

yourusername: oooooooooo the girls are fighting

landonorris: so can i come on?

yourusername: i'm sure we can schedule something

maxverstappen1: don't say i didn't warn you y/n

user33: ugh now she's going to whore around the rest of the grid

user34: for real wasn't dan enough? she's not even pretty enough to whore herself out

user35: you people have no reading comprehension cause you see how dan says yall are insane and yall keep proving him right

danielricciardo: i'm so proud of you pretty girl

yourusername: i love you cowboy

danielricciardo: forever obsessed with you

user36: i'm living for y/n basically telling all these insecure weirdos to fuck off

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yourusername: who was gonna tell me these cars are loud as shit irl

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user39: someone tell sky to stop zooming in on her i don't pay to her her ugly ass

user40: cry your heart out bro everyone else is happy

danielricciardo: oops i think you're my lucky charm you now have to come to every race ever sorry not sorry

yourusername: gosh i think that might be true - i'll be there! (but for real you are so so talented and don't need a lucky charm)

danielricciardo: i'm just so happy to share this with you, i love you so much, i'm sorry people have been so cruel

yourusername: people are passionate about you and rightly so, but i appreciate you protecting me baby

user41: imagine being this irrelevant and demanding protection in the paddock ... the audacity

user42: you finally came to the paddock and this is what you wore?

user43: she's wearing danny merch? if she didn't yall would have a problem with that as well so please just be quiet

maxverstappen1: i need you to come every weekend cause you're the only one drunk danny will listen to

yourusername: we had practice with all the wine tasting we did for his wine line

danielricciardo: i am NOT that bad

maxverstappen1: tbf it's usually him just crying about how much he loves you

yourusername: AWWWWWW (i also cry about how much i love you)

user44: gosh this is my favourite f1 couple

user45: hopefully now she has her dose of fame she'll fuck off

user46: HAVE A DAY OFF

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danielricciardo: as we're nearing our two year anniversary i wanted to say a couple things. one. i love you so much. when you came into my life i was in a bad place and you truly taught me to love myself again and how to love my sport again. you're the most amazing woman ever, the kindest soul and the most beautiful girl ever. two. i am so thankful for the support i have, i do not allow the disrespect some have given y/n. you guys have no real perception of relationships between athletes and fans. you do not have the right to comment on y/n in the way you are. you take extremely low blow and have the gall to confront her in public as well. do not call yourself a fan of mine when you treat the people i love like this. my team will now begin to monitor comment sections and will seek to block and report accounts doing this. thank you and i love you y/n.

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note: hope yall enjoyed!! i love danny and i saw the danny ric honky tonk this morning and had to write about him. i'd also had this idea for a while but didn't know who to write for lol. please listen to the song i love lucy so much and the song is so relatable xx

also anyone who has requested - i am working on them (but as per some questions in my asks, as for right now i do not write for footballers, if i become less disillusioned with the sport (thanks chelsea) this may change)

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #daniel ricciardo instagram au #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #astonmartinii

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c0smoshit · 8 months

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Closer ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Twilight/fem!Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Twi wants to be closer to you ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!!, cockwarming, p in v obviously, cowgirl, allusion to hickies, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm so down bad for this mfking wolf god-

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 571

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

The night was especially quiet, shiny fireflies fluttering quietly their little wings, contrary to the squacking sound cuckoos made into the night breeze. You knew how much Link loved nights like this, quiet and calm ones.

Well, It would've been a pleasant night if your guts were nestling nicely inside of you instead on being absolutely demolished by your boyfriend.

Your thighs were already numb on top of him, covered in a mixture of his saliva and your own sweat, creating a glistening glow on your skin.

"Stay still"

His husky voice took you out of your trance, you then felt his hands gripping hardly your thighs, as if he didn't want you to move.

What?

This was the first time he behaved like this with you, he didn't even prep you before sliding himself inside. And now he didn't want you to move?

Maybe it was because you told him how cold you were, the night breeze leaking through your window and into your shared bedroom, enough to make you shiver under the mattress.

You stayed silent with your bare arms wrapped around him, your body pressing against his warmer one. You hid your face on his neck, trying to surpress your evident hornyness on top of him.

You knew he was one squeeze away from going mad bellow you, trying to control his hunger for you by gripping your legs. He was hard and he ached for you, his ragged breathing coming out of his hot mouth.

Your whines and quiet pleasured sounds almost made him grab your waist and flip you over so you could scream properly. But he didn't, the rancher wanted to enjoy your warm walls around him, to memorize them when he only had his fist to remember.

"Please"

Link's ears perked up at your needy whisper, breath fanning his neck before you squeezed him hardly, making him groan out.

"Don't do that darlin' "

He warned you, pulling you off his neck and watching as a string of saliva united his jugular and your mouth. He throbbed at the sight, red and plump lips matched with your so lovely eyes, now hooded with desire and want.

His hips twitched, his mind flooded with you, images of you squirming as he rammed himself into you, scratching his back as the animal he was, how good you'd look moaning and gagging his name.

You moaned at the sudden movement, gripping his shoulders tighter as you whined a quiet "Link..."

"I know, I know... Just a bit more"

He tried to reassure you, whispering how good you were for him, letting him feel you up as you sat there obediently.

"I'll fuck you so good after this princess"

The nickname did it for you, it always did. Your thighs clenched around his waist, head falling against his shoulder as you tried to control yourself. It just felt so good.

But you muttering out his name in such a sensual way also did it for him, trailing his hands higher until they met your waist he finally rolled your hips on top of his. You both sighed out in harmony, the pleasure increasing thanks to the fact that you both were being slightly overstimulated by this.

His teeth found the junction of your shoulder and your neck, speeding up his movements needily.

This was going to be a long night.

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kiestrokes · 8 months

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astringe | NSFW

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 2516 Genre: smut, porn without plot, friends to lovers. Warnings: artsy undercut Hyunjin from the last month + 2023 VMA's, college, art school, a variety of kissing, handholding, Hyunjin is confident, mentions of a fantasy book featuring a blood mage which is a nod to @chans-room and a lovely fic they are crafting up.

Sexually Explicit Content: consented choking (this is the main focus of this fic DO NOT read if you don't enjoy choking in theory or real life), sexual intercourse (penis in vagina) cowgirl, missionary, some breast play but not really, mutual orgasms. let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Things get a little tense in the library when your best friend innocently discovers your secret asphyxiation kink. He just wanted a better angle of your neck, but now that he's found it, how could he not toy with you a little?

🗝️ Note: sooo this brain rot had consumed me all of my workday yesterday and was only intensified after that undercut reveal at the VMA's. Hyunjin has been a fucking menace lately and I just needed to yeet this my from my brain. So yea, enjoy 🙏🏼thank you to B for their lovely beta read 🖤

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted in this story.

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You’re tucked away into what is arguably your favorite place on campus- a window alcove nestled between two rows of bookshelves stocked with the full collection of Oxford dictionaries that nobody ever uses anymore. Thanks to the invention of smartphones.

Your best friend, sketching away on the window sill across from you as the sun descends into twilight.

Hyunjin looks every part the troubled artist; a black sweater draped over his broad shoulders, dark hair pulled back nonchalantly, displaying his freshly shaved undercut, silver-rimmed glasses glinting under the fading halogen bulbs, a singular black nail pinching a bit of oil crayon as it glides across the thick paper of his sketchbook and rambling about how he needs to work on specific body parts more.

You’re immersed in your fantasy novel, humming along, without the notion that you are his current subject or what he is saying at this point. The handsome blood mage has captured the warrior princess and is taking her back to his-

Hyunjin’s hands are suddenly around your throat and your brain doesn't have time to stop the strangled moan that leaves your lips. Your book topples to the carpeted floor with a soft thud, announcing the loss of your place. You regain enough awareness to fight off your body's natural response to this type of touch. How you want to close your eyes, to sink into the hand cupping your neck, and relinquish control.

Hyunjin’s observant gaze catches it and a mischievous smirk marks his beautiful lips. Slowly he begins to toy with your neck, turning you at angles with a slight flex of his fingers and jut of his thumb into your jawbone. Pretending to sketch the slopes and hollows of your throat, his interest already elsewhere. He grasps the column suddenly and your spine snaps arching your chest forward with a moan, your own hands clawing helplessly at the denim of your pants.

“Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear you.” His tongue toys with his top lip as he strokes your throat firmly with his thumb.

“Hyun-”

Hyunjin squeezes again, his gaze cutting to yours, the intensity of his eyes causing a whine to get caught in your chest.

He abandons the sketchbook and slips up next to you, his large thigh pressing into yours. His arm comes to rest between your breasts, rising and falling with your rapid breathing.

“Does this turn you on?”

You nod subtly. Head kicking back as he gifts you with another squeeze for answering his question honestly, biting your lip hard to keep all sounds locked behind your teeth.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” He looks at you from under his brow, smiling almost wickedly.

Your lip slips from your teeth and a whimper escapes, Hyunjin rewards you with a firm press to the sides of your neck. You can feel your pulse thrumming against the tips of his fingers, and your eyes close in an attempt to calm your breathing.

“Do you want me?” Hyunjin’s cool breath fans across your lashes.

“Yes,” You whisper.

Hyunjin’s hand slips up to cup your jaw, his thumb caressing your lip before tugging it down. Your eyes snap open to find his gaze focused on his hand, and your lips. Then he's standing suddenly, like nothing had just occurred between the two of you. Calmly collecting his things, and slipping them into his bag along with your book he retrieves from the floor.

Not a word is spoken until he looks down at you expectantly, “Let's go then.”

You stand up shakily and Hyunjin wraps your hand in his, tucking you into his side and turning the two of you toward the exit. Hyunjin smiles politely at the librarians as they wave goodbye on your way out. His other fingers interlocked with yours as he guides you toward the elevators.

Hyunjin had lucked out in having a solo artist suite above the library, your second favorite place on campus.

Inside the elevator, you watch him in the tin reflection. Hyunjin smirks back at you, slipping your hand into the pocket of his baggy pants, and pressing the tips of your fingers into his erection. You gasp and turn to look at him, but he’s already watching you. An unspoken acknowledgment that he wants you too.

Hyunjin’s eyes only intensified behind the magnification of his circular glasses. With all the metal surrounding you, you’re all too aware of the charged energy behind Hyunjin’s gaze. As if you were to reach out and touch the wall of the rattling lift, you would be electrocuted.

The elevator dings and you tear your eyes away from him. Hyunjin removes your hand from his pocket and pulls you out of the elevator, toward his room. He punches the code in with his free hand and gestures you inside, finally releasing your hand from his firm grasp. Inside, the room is the same as it always is; dimly lit by a single lamp by the bed, bathing everything in a buttery glow that softens the sharp edges of Hyunjin’s drawing desk and stacks of sketchbooks.

You slip your sandals off and pad unsurely over to the bed, toes pinching into the soft checkered rug at the foot of his bed. The heat of Hyunjin’s body alerts you that he has moved on from removing his shoes and hanging up his bag at the door.

You tilt your head to look up at him, just as his eyes meet yours his hand is on your throat again, stroking up before spreading firmly across your larynx.

Hyunjin’s lip's part when you press into his hand, asking for more, consenting to be choked. His lashes flutter in a soft laugh when you moan at the squeeze he bestows. He presses his front to your back, his other hand slipping under your sweater, across the soft skin of your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“What a lovely little secret you kept from your best friend,” His lips ghost yours as he squeezes again, a groan erupting from your throat.

Hyunjin breathes a laugh as he shuffles you over to the bed, the front of his thighs pressing into the backs of yours as if you are a doll, marionetting you exactly where he wants.

Your knees bump into the end of the bed and Hyunjin’s hand slips from your throat, turning you around to face him and tossing you down on your back with a soft push. Your hands fist the soft gray fleece of his bedding, anchoring yourself to something, solidifying yourself in this moment.

He wastes no time ridding himself of his clothing, tugging off the sweater, dropping his pants and boxers to be shamelessly nude before you.

You gulp, gaze bouncing across the chiseled body of your best friend. Hyunjin smiles knowingly, everyone reacts to him this way, he just didn’t expect that switch to be so easily flipped on in you. He rakes a hand through his hair, tugging out the tie and allowing his dark locks freedom. While his other hand rises to remove the glasses.

“No-”

He stops and shoots you a quizzical look, one that is punctuated with a paradoxically cute tilt of his head.

“Leave them on.”

He grins, “another kink.”

Hyunjin rolls his tongue between his lips, as he bends to tug you down the bed by your thighs. The squeak that escapes your mouth earns you an affectionate chuckle from him and you relax at the familiar sound.

This is your best friend, he’s not some inexperienced man pretending to be a dominant. Hyunjin smiles at you as he feels your muscles release underneath his hands.

The urgency with how he undressed himself is the polar opposite of how he unclothes you. His slim fingers slowly unbutton your pants, methodologically like he’s molding your body like clay.

Committing each touch to memory to draw later, each feeling, each sound. The snap of your button, the zip of your pants, you watch his eyes observing every subtlety.

He bites his bottom lip at the tilt of your hips, his eyes tracing how the light casts shadows over the mound of your cunt.

The darkened valleys that your hip bones create as he shifts the denim down your thighs. He tosses them off to accompany his discarded clothing, absently tracing the malleolus of your ankle as he nestles himself between your open thighs.

You move to sit up, thinking your shirt is next, but Hyunjin is quick- he pins you to the bed by your throat and the moan that escapes you is raw.

Hyunjin huffs at you, eyes lidding as the sound impacts him. With his hand firm on your throat, his other fingers dip into the band of your panties, middle finger diving into your slit. He moans himself, eyes closing in pleasure at discovering how wet you are.

Hyunjin releases you altogether, bending over to grab a condom from the crystal ashtray on his nightstand. He rolls it over his length, and everything picks up speed.

Suddenly your panties are gone and Hyunjin spears open your lower lips with one hand, slapping the head of his cock on your swollen clit. You writhe, crying out at the sensation as he circles it with his tip.

“Choking you makes you this wet?” Hyunjin’s eyes are on your face and you blink yours open at him, nodding. “Can you come from it?”

“I don’t know, no one has ever tried. Most guys get too lost in-” You break off and he tilts his head, eyebrows rising slyly.

His tip breaks your entrance, “-this pussy?”

You arch off the bed when he thrusts into your bowed body causing you both to moan loudly.

Hyunjin climbs onto the bed, thighs slipping under yours as he presses your pelvis together.

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” He heaves out in half moan, half laugh.

“Hyunjin-” you grasp at his arms on your hips and his fierce gaze meets yours as one hand takes its place on your throat, thrusting in and out a few times.

“Squeezing me just like this-shit” his hand on your throat tightens in a way that makes your eyes roll back.

Combined with the sensation of his dick rubbing snuggly into the front wall of your core. He has you panting and whimpering from both.

Hyunjin’s eyes burn into yours as he snaps his hips hard a few times before backing off of you entirely, his chest heaving slightly. You chase after him, legs sprawled open, and tug his mouth to yours with a fistful of his silken hair.

He grins against your mouth, “That's it, show me what you want.”

He slips back onto the bed, guiding you into his lap, and you comply, eagerly. Slowly sinking onto his length, only Hyunjin doesn’t want that, he slams you down by your hips and you both cry out at the stretch and clench of your cunt.

His hands drift up your sides, snatching the hem of your sweater, followed by a one-handed snap of your bra, before both are tossed off into the void of his darkened room.

Hyunjin reclines back against the pillows fluffed up against the headboard, hands trailing down your chest. His right hand, the one that seems to be permanently tinted with oil crayon and kohl smudges your nipples as he grazes them. His pupils spread as he watches you, as you roll your hips forward just a little, to test how he feels in this position.

“It's not too deep for you?” He rolls up into you, bathing in your reaction as you arc forward, breasts thrust towards his face.

He does it again, this time his hand grasping your throat firmly as you shudder against him.

“No,” you moan, rubbing yourself shamelessly into his base.

Hyunjin’s lips part as you continue your gyrations, his hand on your throat constricts in response. You start to pant, your arousal beginning to climb again.

“Fuck” Hyunjin curses.

His pelvis tucking into the bed, away from you as you tighten around him. His other hand rocks your hips encouraging you to keep moving, and you do.

Your eyes lidded as you stare down at your beautiful best friend, his dark hair splayed across the pillows, metal rims of his glasses catching in the light.

Hyunjin smiles at you fondly, his own arousal flaming under your heated gaze. He squeezes your throat again, both of you moaning as you tremble around him. You start to rock, and Hyunjin’s head kicks back as you draw him out and your pussy sucks him back in with urgent strokes.

“Harder,” he bites between clenched teeth, and you slam your ass back, your hands grasping the arm linked to your throat for balance.

You’re not sure who is more lost in the sensation, you or Hyunjin. He lets out a suppressed moan, each time you sink fully into his lap. While you moan and pant unabashedly, gasping for breath as his fingertips alternate long squeezes with short tight ones against the column of your throat.

The coil of your climax sends your nipples into tight buds as it slips across your body, sinking into every muscle.

“Hyun-” you start, and he sits up smashing your lips to his, plush lips parting and tongue diving inside to swallow every moan you release.

With a firm hand on your throat, his hips match your pace, drilling up into you and no longer hiding his vocalization.

Hyunjin’s fingers squeeze tight and hold firm, causing you to burst around him. Overwhelmed not just from the asphyxiation but by his tongue tracing figure eights across yours and the swell of his cock stroking along your sensitive walls.

Arousal gushes out of you, wetting Hyunjin’s lap so that each thrust is announced with an undeniably intimate squelch. You cry a strangled version of his name into his mouth, his lips still working yours until you’re bowing away from him, your spine curving you back.

Hyunjin follows right behind you, fisting your throat one last time before his fingers splay open as he comes apart groaning your name. His head tossed back, hips shaking with effort as you continue to seize around him.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he whispers as he collapses back against the headboard, “Mmm.”

Hyunjin rubs your thighs affectionately, rolling his hips into you one final time before pulling you down to lay on his chest.

The two of you lay there in near silence, the only sounds are your labored breaths returning to a normal pattern. Hyunjin idly draws lines along your spine, with the tips of his slender fingers as you come down from your high.

“Hyunjin,” you mumble against the valley of his clavicle.

“Hmmm?” He returns sleepily.

“This doesn’t change anything between us, right?” You lift your head to look at his face.

His eyes are closed, and he looks like a Grecian carved work of art. Full lips glistening with your exchanged saliva, cheekbones dewy from sweat.

His hand on your back stills briefly, before flattened palms rub up your rib cage and his eyelashes flutter open to meet your anxious stare.

“A couple of fucks won’t change what's between us, honey.” He says firmly and you smile in relief pressing your forehead to his, he wastes no time in sealing his lips to yours.

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐆𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐔𝐏 ⌇ wanda maximoff

summary: in which you wake up to your girlfriend riding on your abs.

☰ PAIRING: G!P buff!reader x sub!wanda

☰ REQUEST: Would you be willing to do a Wanda riding g!p readers abs and then riding reader? As always, all good if you’re not! Love your writing.

☰ TAGS: smut (18+), horniness, riding, wanda's a literal cowgirl in this one, somnophilia, teasing, buff reader as in BUFF reader, wanda's your perpetually horny girlfriend, clingy wanda kinda, just in general a lot of desperation and horniness, oh and there's a heavy daddy kink just a warning

☰ NOTES: thanks for the lovely ask! this was fun to write, hope you enjoy it too

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wanda shifted under the duvet, restless and wide awake in the depths of twilight. she was laying next to you in a king-sized bed, staring at your sleeping silhouette.

she couldn't really explain it, embarassing as it was, that she had trouble sleeping because she was perpetually struck with libido whenever in your proximity, regardless of what you were doing.

despite dating for nearly two years already, you were just so arousing, with the strong jawline and the roguish smirk and those abs.

but as much as wanda was in love an in lust of the entirety of your being, no feature quite stood out to her as much as your muscles.

it had started off as a simple thing, wrapping her hand around your bicep when you walked together, enjoying the feel of how solid and structured it was.

at the beach on summer days, lathering sunscreen all over your built body, trailing wandering hands over broad shoulders and structured abs.

it became less innocent, shifting in your lap during movie nights, pleased when she felt your thigh muscle flex under her, of which an iron grip on her hips came with.

then of course, came the pinnacle of all things unholy, wanda clinging on to the curve of your trapezius when you railed her those sinful nights, scratching down tensed back muscles.

wanda loved seeing the faded, winding, red scratches on your back the next day, a semblance of your devotion towards each other.

and tonight was no different.

it didn't matter that you had fucked her silly for three hours last night, breaking the bed frame for the umpteenth time, no surface of the house you shared gone unfucked.

never enough.

that's what it was, always waiting to pounce on you given the opportunity. wanda realized that the more she stared at you, the hornier she would get.

it didn't help that you looked so effortlessly attractive now, in the moonglow of midnight and the soft breeze of ventilation.

your shirt had ridden up, exposing the rise and fall of bulky muscle. blanket being half thrown off in your haphazard state of slumber, black boxers were loose against the object of wanda's wet dreams.

the redhead licked her lips, hands reaching up and under your shirt before she could help herself.

wanda let out a shaky exhale, pupils dilating and fading into a darker shade of green.

she let her hands travel over the expanse of your torso, fingertips burying themselves in the dips and curves of your washboard-esque abdominal muscles, then stroking down the V-line that led to the forbidden area beneath your boxers.

the sheets rustled beneath wanda as she climbed atop you, hands pushing up your shirt with a heady atmosphere of lust, just below your sports bra.

"shit, daddy, i'm so wet for you," wanda whispered, in airs that you could hear her. in reality, you were still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of your girlfriend's ministrations.

hiking up her nightgown with haste, cold air rendered goosebumps blossoming on pale skin.

wanda slowly sank herself down onto your torso, her wet bundle of nerves making contact with your sculpted abs.

she whimpered, pressing her palms onto the the flat surface, and you stirred. wanda held her breath, staring intently at your turning head, but then you stopped and it was evident you had fallen back asleep.

wanda could've laughed out loud: you were such a deep sleeper, you didn't even notice- oh shit. you had begun moving in your sleep, shifting your body to get in a comfortable position.

in doing so, your torso moved, and the sensations on wanda's cunt went flying. she whined, the sound lost in the loud quiet, bucking her hips against your abs.

god, the sensation was euphoric.

wanda swore she could feel each ridge and curve of your every muscle under her glistening pussy, rubbing her in all the right directions and simply being an incredible surface to fuck herself on.

so that was what she did.

the redhead let out a pant, beginning to ride on your abs at a tantalizingly slow pace, front and back. her hair fell to the sides of her face like curtains to a stage, breathing growing erratic rather quickly.

her legs were wrapped tightly around your side, still you lay blissfully unaware of the dark beauty you called your girlfriend.

it was only when wanda let out a needy grunt, pressing down a little too hard on your stomach, that you jolted awake with a start.

wanda didn't bother stopping.

you could imagine the look of pure shock on your face at the sight before you: your girlfriend, looking at you through lowered lashes, biting her lip, grinding on your abs and leaving dampness all over your skin.

"fuck, baby," you rasped, reaching forward to brush a hand over her thigh. it only spurred wanda on further, riding you with a rekindled fire, moaning louder than she had before.

grunting at how needy she was, you clenched your abdominal muscles, and almost instaneously did you find yourself being ridden on like you were a fucking surface.

"fuck, daddy, your abs are so good," wanda rambles, cunt dripping onto your skin. you prop yourself up, letting a hand travel over her pussy.

"daddy," she repeats, almost in a cry, throwing her head as her hips keep going.

you merely stare at your girlfriend, caught in a trance, as she dry-humps you like it's the last thing she'd ever do.

when wanda orgasms, it's always loud.

you'd grown to learn that lesson when you first tried a quickie with her in a public bathroom stall, you standing and just bouncing wanda on your cock with strong hands.

let's just say it ended with you walking out the bathroom stall, a dizzied wanda clutching on your arm, and unimpressed stares of three old ladies at the sink.

she always has to moan or scream in some way, 'daddy' and 'fuck' and 'please' being her only vocabulary in those moments.

soon enough, the hardness in your boxers is tented and straining. you grunt, pushing wanda back with hands on her hip, so she could feel you against her ass.

it's fucking hot, and you're not complaining, so this time is no different.

wanda orgasms with a string of incoherent shrieks, fingernails digging themselves into your skin, as you hiss.

before she can even come down from the previous high, you grip her underneath her thighs and manhandle her onto the bulge of your cock, as wanda whimpers at the aftershocks.

she leans back, slowly, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, then licking the tip of your straining cock through the black material. she looks up at you with an innocent look, eyes wide but tongue unyielding.

your eyes narrow, a dry remark on the tip of your tongue, but not projected before wanda takes matters into her own hands.

before you know it, she sinks down onto your exposed cock, warmth engulfing you entirely, and you let out a long groan.

“jesus, last night wasn’t enough for you?” you question, holding her hips as she begins riding you, slowly at first.

wanda looks at you through fluttering lashes. she’s gorgeous, absolutely so, more each and every day. “it’s never enough with you, daddy.”

you lick your lips, pushing her down a little further, letting another inch enter her. wanda moans.

"ride me, then," you say loftily, a smirk on your lips. "show me how much you want me."

wanda gets that challenging glint in her eye, and you feel a pit of gasoline burning in your core.

you were in for a wild ride.

when wanda sinks down onto your cock again, it's not just to quell some temporary bout of lust. it's to take you.

wanda had always wanted kids, you knew that. you were slightly hesitant at first, but hearing the filthy words of you becoming her daddy and her husband, had your head spinning.

"oh, you feel so good," wanda whines, speeding up as your cock hits all her right spots.

you let out a rumble from somewhere deep in your throat, at the sight of wanda's tits bouncing in front of your face every time she rides, sweaty and nipples hard.

without wasting time, you shove your face up in there, face buried between her bouncing boobs.

you lick and suck at her sternum, then the swell of her breasts and the tip of her nipples. she's so pretty, so good for you.

wanda whines, continuing to ride with more vigour. she's in love with the way your hands are everywhere, all over her, like you couldn't get enough.

because then you're thrusting your hips upwards to meet and match her rhythm, and that in itself had wanda convulsing.

wanda's eyes roll back after watching you look at her with the darkened eyes, sweat glistening on your bronzed abs and the hip thrusts sharper than she could have ever prepared for.

the shocks of arousal coming in spasms, her coil unwrapping in fast movements.

her white mess of arousal are all lapped up by you, as wanda whines at the tingles of overstimulation.

sighing, you gently soothed her over with hushed whispers and soft kisses, hovering over her but careful not to crush her with your body weight. you kissed the tears off her cheeks, smiling as she nuzzles into your chest.

“can you go and sleep now, sweetheart?” you ask lowly, almost teasingly with how her eyelids are already fluttering shut.

wanda wants to respond, a snark retort on the tip of her tongue, but her brain shuts down when she knows she’s safe in your arms. the feeling of your warmth is all too welcoming.

wanda would never really know the words you mumbled into her neck as she fell asleep, but from the way you gently kissed her hair afterwards, she was more than sure it held the lingering semblance of an ‘i love you’.

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NSFW Alphabet- Twilight Edition

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Twilight is great at aftercare. He absolute showers his lover's body in absolute adoration. He's rubbing out the tense muscles, offering water, whispering nothing but sweet praises into his Darling's ears. He's lacing kisses up and down the column of their neck and leaving his touch nothing but a whisper of heat along their skin. It's enticing enough to go for another round...

Or three.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Just one? He can't. He won't... But I will. It's a toss up between thighs that just lock around his neck, keeping him right where they want him and using him as nothing more than a glorified toy and ass cheeks that are just so flush and plump, molding in between his fingers as he grips onto them, squeezing them as his hips crash against theirs and-

You know, the finer things in life.

On him? His hands. Hands the can lift his lover up by those delectable thighs and pin them against the wall. Hands that can bring his darling to absolute ecstasy. Hands that can do so much harm but are rendered useless for anything but good when it comes to his love.

Hands that can strangle the life out of someone's eyes for the simple act of thinking they could even look at what was his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, he loves, loves, loves filling his darling to the absolute brim. Just load after load, watching it leak of their pretty little hole if only to replace what was lost tenfold. Watching their stomach swell just the slightest as he lays a hand on the mound, pushing just enough for another glob of cum to bulb out and onto the sheets below. Which he would be more than happy to stuff back in, using his fingers to shove it where it belongs, lest you waste it of course.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has the biggest praise kink ever. Call him your good boy while you gently brush his hair back. Tell him how good he sits for you while you use him for all of your desires. Use your moans to sing his praises about how precious he is and how adorable he looks underneath of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a simple country boy. So, not experienced. At all. He was saving himself for marriage <3. But he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with his darling. And if he gets to please them along the way, he'll play the glorious student, soaking in your teachings as if they were divine scripture.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

C'mon. You know what the obvious answer is here. And while, yes, doggy is well and good, he also loves cowgirl. Watching his partner bounce on top of him, letting his hands roam from their thighs to their chest back down to ass, groping and squeezing every chance he gets.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a bit of both. If he can tell his partner is tense and nervous, he's gently cooing at them, maybe cracking a joke to get them to loosen up, but ultimately he's more serious. He's soaking in the intimacy and the absolute feeling surrounding the action, committing it to memory.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Y'all don't wanna hear it, but...it's a bush. He does not shave it, barely ever trims it. It's a mess. Darker than the hair on his head, but not by a lot. He washes it, yeah, but that's the extent of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Okay, he's so in love with you. He is cradling your jaw, cooing down at you and treating you like porcelain. He makes it a point to kiss you every chance he gets because, to Twilight, a kiss is such an intimate thing to him (Am I referencing the manga and my own theories on it?...maybe). And it's one of the highest forms of affection he can give.

So, yeah, he's pretty intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He very rarely did it before his adventure, he was too busy working. He very rarely did it during his adventure, he had other things to worry about. He very rarely did it after, he was fixing Hyrule and mourning the loss of Midna.

But when he met you? He never does it. Why bother? It would be a waste. Why bother when he can just pump you so full you see stars?

Why jack himself off when he can fuck you silly?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

WHERE DO I BEGIN?!

A-hem. Breeding Kink. All the way. He's obsessed with the idea, regardless if his partner can get pregnant or not. Bondage. The thought of giving ones control to another so willingly in such a form of trust just makes him so hot and bothered. Marking. He loves marking his partner; bites, hickeys, claw marks, bruises. Loves it. Gagging. This is super self-indulgent, but he loves making his lover gag on his cock when their insistent on sucking him off. Feeling their throat constrict against it while tears pear in their eyes? Drives him nuts. To name a few~

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any room thats pretty private. Like I've said, he hates public sex because that's his. That view is his alone and he hates sharing. Hates, hates, hates, hates, HATES. But if there's a door and four walls? He's pinning you to one of them with a hand over your mouth as he takes you then and there.

Although, all of that being said, I can't say he's totally against having sex in the back of the barn. Let him eat you out/suck you off and he's convinced. Seems like a fair trade to me <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fuuuck, anything really. Wearing a particularly tight set of tights? Boner. Bending down to pick up some laundry you dropped? Boner. Sitting at the table and filing taxes (Does Hyrule have taxes? Does now.), and nibbling on your pencil? BONER.

But seeing you on top of Epona, hips rocking as you goad her into a gait, chest following the flow of your hips? He's excusing himself for a moment.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is one thousand percent against actually hurting you. Like that's his biggest no to ever no. He's just so much bigger and stronger than you. Who's to say the beast doesn't get the best of him? Yes, he has immaculate control over it these days, but that doesn't mean its perfect.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves, loves, loves giving. Hearing the noises his lover can make and feeling them come undone from his ministrations alone. One of his favorite things is seeing how many times he can get his partner to cum with his tongue alone. And lemme tell you, he's so good with his mouth. There's something primal about the way he goes down on his partner that's just...ethereal.

He can take or leave receiving, really. He's going to be grateful, of course, but he's going to return the favor tenfold. <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh he's all for the slow and sensual, taking apart his lover in every way he can think of. Watching as they just melt under his touch for a night of gentle touches and whispered devotions. But something about fast and rough that makes the canine part of him just howl in joy. He's all for biting along his darling's spine while pulling their hips to meet his every thrust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends. In public? Hates them. Like I'll explain, he hates things in public. He possessive and protective over what's his. It's the canine in him. But when there's a room, and thirty minutes to spare? He's pulling you into the room, locking the door and taking you apart then and there. Watching you shake and quiver, before walking out like nothing ever happened. :D

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a huge fan of risks. He'll experiment with whatever his love wants, but when it comes to things like public sex, he's not into it. He's a humble boy who wants his private life to remain so. The view of his lover his for his eyes alone. And anyone else who dares to try even a glimpse are swiftly dealt with.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has stamina for days. Have you seen him? Have you seen how he can wrangle goats the size the a small hut? How he's been on a farm, working for as long as he can remember?

Twilight has the stamina to go for hours, and he will. Anything to see the love of his life absolutely ruined.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Owns a collar. For sure. Whether it's used on him so you can tie him up and pull him around wherever you wish, or it's used on you to keep you right where he wants you, again depends on his mood. He also owns a lasso, which he definitely uses to hogtie his beloved however he desires. The sight of the rope burn, so pretty and just a tinge of red, makes him absolutely lose his mind.

And maybe, just maybe, he'll pull out that whip he kept around. (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood. Some days he's purposefully going without a shirt, lugging around feed for the goats directly in your line of sight and making sure the sweat drips down the line of his spine just right. Other days, he's far too impatient to even consider it and simply takes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's the loudest. Change my mind. You can't. He's whining, whimpering, moaning at every little touch. You can't even breath on his neck before he's keening into their neck and grappling onto his darling like a lifeline.

I'm sure if you overstimulate him just enough, you can even make him howl...Just a little.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's got some of the biggest tits in the group. Hands down. Play with them, gently such his nipples, play with his pecs, squish and meld them to whatever your heart desires. Suck hickeys onto them, bite at them, do whatever you wish. He's all for it. He loves when you play with them. He is nothing but a toy for you to use.

Just don't go complaining when he returns the favor.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Twilight is packing. He's a country boy. He's got the girth and the length enough to make his lover see stars. A solid seven inches, eight when hard, with a delicious curve that's just enough to rock against all the right spots. And, it's got a truly perfect vein running right up the underside of his shift and when it's licked just right it leaves him nothing but a whimpering mess.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Listen.

It's high. It wasn't before his adventure, but something about having that wolf side to him just absolute makes it sky rocket. It's only thoughts are breed, breed, breed, mate, breed, mate, pups, breed, breed.

Just seeing his lover stretch or make dinner, or tend to the horse, or breath, existing in his very presence is enough to have him rearing, ready to go, pining them to the counter and tearing anything that stands between him and his goal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Twilight falls asleep the moment his darling his safe, content and in his line of sight. He's pulling them into his chest and letting them lay there, their weight a comforting familiarity to him as sundown paints their skin a gorgeous tint of oranges and yellows.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ close to you ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.brown ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) nicolas brown becomes close with a teacher in ergastulum's 8th district.

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BEING A TEACHER IN A CITY THAT LURKED WITH TWILIGHTS AND CRIME WASN’T THE EASIEST. To you, it felt like it was the people with the most money that controlled Ergastulum. It sucked that much funding didn’t go towards the school, but you worked with what you had with the money you made. Buying little treats for your students from Gramps snacks to pencils and notebooks for students that didn’t have any. As you sat at the desk, you could hear the sound of your student Isabelle coloring in the coloring book you provided for her as you waited for her parents to pick them up. You could tell the little girl was growing impatient with each strike of the clock due to how harshly she gripped the yellow crayon in her hand. While your classroom lights flickered, you kissed your teeth when you realized that the handymen you requested to change the bub didn’t come today.

Isabelle glances up at you and your face softens. The little girl was seven and you knew that she was slowly getting a grasp on the things around her. Especially given that she was one of the only deaf students in your class. Her parents had a thing where they swarmed themselves with so much work that they forget to pick up their own child. You were frustrated and angry at the fact that they would rather keep themselves busy with their work than bother to pick up their child or show up to her little school events. You hated thinking that maybe they thought her loss of hearing was a burden. That made your stomach form the most hideous knots at the thought of it and the doe-eyed look she was giving you at the moment was ten seconds away from having your lip quiver.

You were used to it by now. She didn’t live that far away from the school, her house wasn’t even that far from your house. However, you didn’t trust the wicked streets of Ergastulum to let the little girl walk home alone. So, you found yourself walking her home no matter what.

“My parents forgot didn’t that?” Isabelle signed to you.

You could see that her bold brown eyes were beginning to water, “I’m sorry. They probably got caught up with work again,” You signed back. “Just let me finish up this lesson plan and we can head out, okay?” You soon signed back and you watched as the little girl lifted her hands to attempt to sign something back, but her movements were put to a halt when you heard a knock on your opened classroom door.

That’s when you saw him. Nicolas Brown. He wasn’t a stranger around the school—he and his friend Worick always found themselves fixing little things around the building like that one door that never actually closes or the one toilet that doesn’t flush. However, you never actually talked to either one of them. You’ve heard faint whispers about how attractive they were from other teachers, but you minded your business and ignored the mere gossip in the teacher’s lounge. You took notice that it was only him which you understood considering that you just needed a light bulb changed in the room. That task surely wouldn’t need two men to do. You didn’t say much just like him, but it was Isabelle who took note of the way he moved. It was as if she could pick up on his body language.

The little girl watched as he stood on one of the chairs to change the light bulb. Soon pushing herself from her seat and she waltzes over to him in a state of curiosity. Her head tilted to the side watching as he was changing the light bulb that your students kept complaining about. When he was done, Isabelle took the opportunity to tug at the man’s black-colored slacks he was wearing. When you glanced up after finishing the last lesson plan, you nearly leaped out of your seat seeing how close Isabelle was to him. You weren’t particularly afraid of him being around children, after all, he’s been in the school many times, it was the fact that she was in his personal space. You quickly stood up grabbing a hold of Isabelle’s hand and dragging her back to her. “You can’t be so close to people you don’t know.” You signed to her. “Please apologize.” You add.

Isabelle blinked at you a couple of times before she turned to a confused Nicolas to sign her apologies to him. Your lips parted to explain to him that she was signing that she was sorry, but to both you and Isabelle’s shock, you watched as Nicolas signed perfectly back. With Isabelle, the news that her parents forgot to pick her up causes a grey cloud to lurk over her small body, but watching Nicolas sign back to her—her face lit up so bright that you felt strings tugging on your heart. It was the same look she gave you when you successfully signed something for her. A rich feeling of being comfortable around some people.

“Okay, Isabelle. Now that Mr. Nicolas fixed our lights for us, we should get out of here. I’ll walk you home.” You signed while also speaking out loud so she could read your lips.

She gave you a nod before going to collect her belongings, while you did the same. You didn’t even notice that Nicolas was still standing in the middle of your classroom. Still astonished at the little kid signing back at him so perfectly and then struck by the sudden beauty of seeing you and the way you were gentle with the young girl. It was an experience he had never been able to experience growing up, especially with being a Twilight.

“Thank you, Mr. Nicolas. But we should really get out of here, I would hate to have to walk home in the dark,” You signed.

You watched as the once stern look that was pasted on Nicolas’s face disappeared. His posture relaxed in front of you before he’s signing, “I will walk you two to your destinations.”

Your chapstick-covered lips parted to argue, hands already going up to protest against his kind gestures. However, the tug at your charcoal grey pencil skirt by Isabelle caused you to abruptly stop. She was perfectly fine with this gentleman walking the two of you to your destination and the way she proudly led you and Nicolas out of the building showed that. The sky illuminated a faded orange color as the sun was just setting, reaching its season where it became darker earlier than usual. As you clutched at your bag, your eyes never left the child that was skipping with joy in front of you and Nicolas. The both of you basking in the silence as your feet followed Isabelle towards her home. She’s done this walk so many times that you were sure she could remember her way home blindfolded. You just didn’t trust to let her walk herself home considering her hearing being gone.

You and Nicolas’s arms lightly brushed against each other as you were walking alongside the sidewalk. You could see small shop owners prepping to close their stores for the evening. Once you could smelt the sweet scent of cherry pie that always came from Isabelle’s neighbor's house, you knew that the three of you were near. You watched as Isabelle leaned forward to let her small fist knock on the door. You took a couple of steps placing your hand on her shoulders protectively. You had to have this talk with her parents and when the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol overpowered the cherry pie scent when you saw her father.

Your face scrunched up in disgust while it seemed the grasp on Isabelle’s shoulder tighten. You didn’t want her to go in there when her father was in this state. You watched as he stepped aside to let his daughter inside the house which caused you to finally let her go. You knelt down to her sight giving her a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to come so we can walk to class together.” You signed to her.

Isabelle gave you a smile and nodded with quickness. Her eyes soon averting to Nicolas—whom you assumed walked away already now that you’ve reached Isabelle’s house. She signed a quick thank you before rushing into her home disappearing further and further inside the home. You stood up smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your pencil skirt, “Mr. Newman, I know you and your wife are extremely busy with work, but it’s important to have someone pick Isab—”

SLAM.

You jumped at the harsh door slam in your face, subtly flinching at the aggressive action done by Isabelle’s father. Your breathing hitched in your throat and your fist clenched tightly before your hand went back to knock once again. This time your knock was as harsh as the slamming of the door. When you heard the door unlocking, you could feel Nicolas's presence next to you. When Mr. Newman appeared at the door, in a span of two seconds Nicolas collected him by the collar of his shirt. The grasp he had on the drunken man was so tight that if you looked closely, you could see Nicolas’s knuckles turn white. He tugs him closer so that his mouth was near the guy’s ear. You stood there and witnessed Mr. Novak’s face turn to the most horrified expression. You even could see that his eyes begin to water at whatever Nicolas’s voice croaked in his ears. Then Nicolas released the hold he had on him, letting the man scatter to the ground and cough up apologies towards you.

“It’s okay, just please make sure to pick up Isabelle on time tomorrow and sober. I don’t want to get the cops involved,” You firmly stated before you’re twirling around and walking away from the house.

Your heart was pouncing against your chest as you realized what just happened. He defended your honor as if he was your knight in shining armor and you didn’t know what to say or react. As the two of you were walking, him promptly following you to your next destination, you stepped in front of him. The puzzled look he gave you caused your heartbeat to slow down. You now were taking in his features. Now understand why the teachers whispered about him in such a nefarious manner. He was attractive, extremely attractive.

“Thank you, I’ve always had trouble with her father.” You signed. “I can walk home by myself now.”

Even when you walked away, he still followed you like a guardian angel and you didn’t bother to protest against it. Once you stopped in front of your home, you would glance around your surroundings. You didn’t need any nosey neighbors peeking through their curtains to see the local elementary teacher letting a man into her home. You couldn’t afford to be the gossip in your small neighborhood, especially when the elderly have been urging you to settle down before your pretty looks fade away. With your keys in your hand, you would fall back on your dorr before signing to Nicolas, “To show my gratitude for you, please join me for dinner. It’s okay if you’re busy though. We can always do it another time.”

You studied his facial features, once again taking in how gorgeous he was. So caught up in your own thoughts before realizing that he had accepted your offer. His fingers snap in front of your face to break the trace that causes your cheek to heat up like a burning flame. You uttered an apology as if he could hear it before turning around to unlock the door. When you pushed the door open, you would step inside first. You turned the lamp that was in the living room on after quickly kicking off your shoes to slide into the house slippers you kept near the door.

Your house was like a sacred tomb to you. It was filled with so many memories, both good and bad and you had a thing where you just couldn’t let them go. The house was given to you when your grandparents passed away, some of the furniture once belonged to them. “I can take your jacket for you,” You signed before watching him tug off the jacket to give to you.

As he was taking off the jacket, his black colored shirt lifted slightly revealing bandages that were wrapped around his torso. You didn’t pester him about it because after all, he was just a guardian angel that looked out for you and your student. You were sure you wouldn’t see him after your kind gesture in return. After hanging up his jacket, you would motion around the living room filled with the comfortable sofa. “I’m going to start dinner in the kitchen, make sure yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? I have water, beer, wine, anything.”

“Beer would be fine.” Nicolas signed to you.

You gave him a smile and twirled away to the kitchen to give him a beer. You walked into the kitchen turned the light on and went to grab the beer to give to Nicolas. Once you returned, Nicolas was comfortably sitting down on your sofa. You just were happy that he felt comfortable even though you two were technically strangers.

Y/N, your grandmother would faint if she saw you had a complete stranger in this house.

You placed the beer on the coffee table in front of Nicolas and eventually returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. When you cooked, you always cooked as if you were cooking for a big family. Even though it was only you that walked around this home, you still had this tendency to cook as you were cooking for a big family. Usually packing the layovers for students who didn’t have lunch or a homeless person you walked by on your way to school. You wore your kind heart on your sleeve proudly and you were confident about that. So in tune with cooking as you hummed the lyrics to a song that was stuck in your head, you nearly jumped out of your slippers when you saw Nicolas leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a book in his hand.

After putting something in the oven, you wiped your hands onto the towel as he held the book up, “Oh, I used that book to help me learn sign language for Isabelle.” You signed with a smile as stepped forward.

Nicolas was flipping through the book. It was the same one from when he was younger. He still clung to that copy also but seeing a copy that looked brand new caused his heart to feel heavy. His fingers flipped through a couple of pages to see if anything new was added to the book compared to when he was younger, but it was still the same. He went to return the book back to its rightful spot, especially since while you were in the kitchen he was snooping around your bookshelf that was in the corner of your living room.

You could hear Nicolas’s footsteps while you were moving around your kitchen grabbing plates and forks to set the table. You stopped in your tracks to look at him as he was about to sign something to you, but he stopped. Perhaps, you were overthinking it. You wanted to think that he wanted to ask more questions about you learning sign language. However, your brain was telling you a man like him could care less about such a moment like that.

An hour and thirty minutes passed until you two finally sat at the table to eat. You sipped at your wine letting your eyes watch Nicolas before going back to eating dinner yourself. Your eyes glanced down to toy with the vegetables on your plate before hearing a tap on the table.

“You learned to sign for just one student?” Nicolas signed.

You could tell that this question was the one that he wanted to ask early. His eyebrows were knitted together in curiosity before he’s leaning his body forward while sitting across from you at the circular dining room table. If he moved any closer–his knees would be brushing against yours under the table.

“Yeah, it was either that or she would have to go to a school that was too far away from her home.” You signed back. “She’s quite clever for her age, so she’s been helpful as I continue to learn.” You add before letting your hands fall to your side.

“I can teach you also,” Nicolas signed.

“You’ve done enough Mr. Nicolas.” You signed back. “I don’t want to be much of a burden in your busy schedule.” You sign.

“I’ll make time.” Nicolas signed back before his lips formed a sly smile at you that caused your heart to thump against your chest in complete love struck.

“It seems like that copy of the book you had was important to you. You can keep that copy, I have another one at the school.” You signed to him with a smile before you went back to enjoying his company and the dinner you cooked.

When Nicolas left your house with the book, his appearance in your life became frequent. Isabelle’s parents seem to get the memo to pick her up from school on time and her father even kept apologizing despite his harsh actions being pushed to the back of your mind already. Instead of walking Isabelle home as you would walk home, Nicolas would be the one constantly walking you home. Some days you were forced to ignore the dried-up blood that was on his shirt or staining the silver Twilight tag around his neck just to adore the moments between you two. ‘Cause, you cherished the walks to your house and dinners at your house before he’s rushing off with Worick. On other days you were stuck reminiscing each time his lips brushed against yours as he’s rushing out of your house with his katana. Gosh, you were lovesick.

Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned into a month of you seeing each other and one evening you could tell that something was up. It wasn’t a feeling that left worry in your mind, but you could tell something was on Nicolas’s mind. He was like one of your favorite books that you didn’t get tired of reading. You knew when something upset him, you knew when something bothered him. You just knew him.

While finishing up the aftermath of dinner, you were getting ready for bed alone. You expected tonight to be special, but Nicolas had to run out to fix something real quick. Frantically signing something along the terms of Worick needing something. It frustrated you that he would dash out here like that for Worick, but he explained the relationship between the two of them and you knew that you couldn’t get in between that. Especially considering the circumstances the two have been through since they were little. You treated the rest of the night as if it was a night before you met Nicolas. You did a little planning for your class tomorrow and you read a couple of chapters of your book before eventually letting slumber take over your body.

Forty-five minutes passed of you being asleep until you could feel the flicker of your light being switched on. You sat up and instantly rub the sleep out of your eyes before noticing Nicolas’s figure in the doorframe of your room door. You forgot you gave him a spare key to your place. He took a couple of steps forward in your room until he was at the end of your bed. You finally rubbed the rest of the sleep out of your eyes as you notice him holding the bouquet of red roses, some of them being messed up as if he was running with them.

“Nic, it’s so late. I thought you said you had to do something with Worrick.” You signed in between a low yawn but you did push the pastel-colored duvet off your body before crawling towards his frame that stood at the end of your bed. You sat on your knees in front of his huge stature collecting the roses out of his hand.

You tiredly chuckle before bringing the roses up your nose to spell them. The scent of the flowers lingering up your nose before you’re looking up at him, “You left to get these so late at night.” You signed to him with a smile as you watch him nod.

“The very last floral shop was about to close, paid extra money for them.” Nicolas signed with a sly smile. “Sorry that they’re messed up, I wanted to get back here quickly as possible.” He soon adds.

You felt your cheeks heat up while glancing at the flowers on your lap. “Why?” You sign to him and your curious eyes meet with his dark ones. Those dark eyes that once were so hard to read to you were now filled with possible love.

“It’s been a month since we first met.” Nicolas signed.

If you were in a cartoon, you would most likely die and viewers would see your transparent figure float towards the sky. You didn’t even think about what today was, but here Nicolas was leaving in the middle of the night to get you flowers for today. You excused yourself quickly to tend to the roses, being sure to place them in the living room right so they can be the first thing you see when you enter your home. When you returned to your room, Nicolas's eyes followed you with every step you took—you took the place back on the bed. Sitting on your knees and now your eyes were filled with just Nicolas. Your mind was thinking about Nicolas. Your body needed Nicolas. Your hand reached for his belt to undo it as your eyes met his in such an innocent manner but soon you felt Nicolas stop you.

“You shouldn’t feel obligated to do this just because I gave you some flowers.” He signed to you.

Regardless of his words, you could see the tent that was built in his pants. You chewed at your lower lip before signing back, “It’s what I want and what you deserve, now let me take care of you Nic.”

You watched as Nicolas’s lips parted to argue before his hands fell to his side and let you continue to push down his pants. When you finally disregarded him of the black pants he wore, your mouth watered at the bulge in his grey-colored briefs. This would be the first time you’ve seen Nicolas's cock. Late and lonely nights when you were left eager for his body, you were stuck with your own imagination of what his member would look like. Or what it would feel like inside you or in your mouth. The mere thought of it caused you to feel dizzy and your panties to be soaked.

Your finger traced alongside the band of his briefs before you tugged them down also. Teeth nibbling against your lower lip at the sight. It was like your imaginative mind was true all along. You visualized that it was thick. It was quite pretty. His perfect-shaped mushroom tip leaked with precum and his tanned colored shaft was decorated with a visible vein that obviously was noticeable due to how hard he was. You noticed that it had to be a while seeing his trimmed down there, but you didn’t care. Your mind raced with thoughts about just being sure to make Nicolas feel better. You inched closer to the edge of the bed while Nicolas was standing in front of you, his cock waiting patiently for you. Eventually, you’re enclosing the tip of his member in your mouth with ease. The salty taste of precum stains your tongue before you let your tongue wrap around it, gaining a moan from Nicolas. You flattened your tongue to attempt to fit more of Nicolas into your mouth. Your saliva already pooling outside your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You pulled apart after gagging just a bit, the string of saliva connecting from Nicolas’s tip. You inched a little closer to palm at Nicolas’s shaft and eventually placed him back into your mouth. Your hand palmed at the portions of Nicolas’s cock that wouldn’t fit into your mouth while you let your wet tongue swirl around his tip.

With each second, you spent with Nicolas’s cock in your mouth, you could hear his low whines. You felt his hand on the back of your head while he guided your movement as your head bobbed up and down mimicking the way a person would dribble a basketball. You could even feel Nicolas’s hips driving forward a little just to feel your mouth around him some more. Perhaps, he was attempting to cherish this one moment as if you were going to be taken away from him the following day. You moaned with the taste of Nicolas on your tongue and your hand reached in between your thighs to rub yourself through your panties. You were so eager for more of Nicolas that you were growing impatient. Soon, you removed yourself from his member with a pop. You let your tongue glide across your lower lip as you were finally able to give your throat a rest. At this point, you could feel your panties stick to your folds due to the wetness. You craved Nicolas immediately. “How’d you want to do this?” You signed, initiating what position he wants to do it in.

After all, this whole session was to assure the feelings between each other, but you also wanted to make Nicolas feel like the best man in the world. You watched his cheeks stain a crimson color as he fiddled with his thumbs and soon was signing to you with a quickness.

And that’s how you found yourself comfortably on top of him completely naked and ready to please him. Your pussy glides across the shaft of his dick as he grabs ahold of your face to kiss you. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth causing you to moan into the passionate kiss. Your hips grind against his hardened member eagerly before you’re forcing your way out of the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two of you as you lifted up. Nicolas’s fingertips traced alongside your collarbone to down to one of your breasts. Your nipples hardened at the sudden touch before you’re reaching behind you to grab his cock. You lifted your hips a little and lined him up with your entrance. Your juices coated the tip of his cock and you watched as Nicolas’s face scrunched up in pure pleasure. You inched yourself slowly upon his cock and bit by bit you felt him stretch you out. You could feel comforting grasps upon your body as your eyes flutter open to be met with Nicolas’s.

You rolled your hips in a manner to confirm that you were okay. The once intense feeling of you getting used to Nicolas’s cock inside of you was overpowered by the feeling of pleasure. Your head fell back with each rock of your hips, your mouth stuttered out profanity words and Nicolas’s name. Your hand prompted on his chest to hold yourself up while riding him and with the help of Nicolas's huge hands he was sure to guide the movement also.

You’ve had lovers in the past, just like you had sex with others also. But for some reason, tonight was much better than those past lovers and flings. Was it because you knew the feelings were mutual? Or perhaps it just was the heat of the moment after Nicolas' kind gesture.

“Fuck—“ You stuttered out before using your knees to bounce on Nicolas's member. You slick coating his cock with each movement on him. When you made such a lewd movement, you felt Nicolas' fingers dig into the flesh of your skin before he gave up trying to control what you were doing.

You watched with tear-filled eyes as he was eagerly watching you take his cock like a big girl. His hands found a place behind his head as if he was relaxing and watching an entertaining movie. With each dip of your hips, Nicolas’s head seems to sink further into the pillow in pleasure. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip before his eyes stared in between the space of the two of your bodies. The pornographic sight of watching his cock disappear bit by bit inside your dripping wet pussy.

Nicolas's body felt like he was undergoing a fever. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt you bottom down once again and let out a broken moan. Nicolas went years without his hearing and had no problem with it, especially considering who he lived with and has been around his whole life. But tonight he ached to hear the way your moans sound or the way you were whimpering out his name. With not being able to hear, he has learned to read your body language quite well. Just by the way your face looked fucked out at the moment, he could tell you were enjoying this just as much as he was.

He watched as you continued to ride him, your breasts moving with each glide of your hips or each bounce you’ve done on his cock. Nicolas could read your lips as you were gasping out that you were close to orgasming. His large tugged you forward so that your bodies were close to each other. Your bare breasts were now upon Nicolas's chest as his hips bucked upward. With each rock of his hips upward, you could feel the pit that sat in your lower abdomen get tighter and heavier. Sweat droplets decorated your forehead as you could only moan out begging for more like a desperate housewife. The fact that Nicolas's strong arms were wrapped around your frame completely trapping you from running from his lustful thrusting like a madman only was helping you get pushed further to the edge. You could feel the tight grip on your limbs and soon felt Nicolas thrusting become sloppy. The warm feeling of his cum squirting inside you once he felt your walls pulse around his cock caused you to instantly kiss him on the lips.

Your mind and body were distracted from the passionate kiss you and Nicolas shared to tug each other off the shared cloud of the two of you cumming. You could feel his fingertips tracing something upon your back. Your mind finally was able to mentally focus on what he was tracing until you finally realized.

I love you.

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Volume One, Chapter 4

“You just have to prove it to them!”

The distortion of reality around them slowly began to turn back into the beautiful hedge maze it once was, and the only remaining proof that a witch ever haunted the place stood perfectly still on the ground.

Fluttershy picked it up, looking somewhat disappointed.

“Only one…”

“You should have it, darling.” said Rarity, with a gentle yet sincere exprsssion on her face.

Applejack nodded in agreement.

“Yeah! You busted that thing down good! We’d have turned into witch food without ya.”

“Oh…” She nervously fidgeted with the seed in her hands. “I… I couldn’t…”

“FLUTTERS!”

“Ah-!”

Rainbow Dash tackled down her friend, laughing and crying at the same time.

“You were AWESOME out there! I can’t believe you finally made your wish! That stupid witch never stood a chance against you at all!”

“Oh… Um… T-Thank you, I didn’t really do all that much….”

Before she could finish her sentence, reality crudely downed upon her.

“No, Aj… You should have it. You used a lot of magic back there… I’d feel bad taking it from you…”

The cowgirl smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, sugarcube. If I do end up needin’ one, I can always go on a night patrol.”

“Ooh! Ooh! I’ll help!” Rainbow Dash let go of Fluttershy, excitedly skipping towards Applejack.

“What..?” Fluttershy seemed shocked.

“What’s wrong?” Rainbow turned around.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just…” She looked down at the grief seed in her hands. Her wish had really come true. “I’m so glad you two are getting along like this.”

She couldn’t help but let a relieved tear stream down her cheek.

“Flutters… Are you… Are you crying…?”

She quickly wiped her face.

“Oh, don’t mind me. That was just… A really scary battle. I think i’m still a little shocked.”

“This calls for a celebratory Make-Fluttershy-Feel-Better PARTY!!!!!” Pinkie jumped out from behind them.

Amidst all the laughter, Twilight couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something.

“WE’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!”

Meanwhile, In Canterlot High, Sunset Shimmer sat alone in her chemistry class. It’s not like her attitude had earned her many friends, so usually she just sat with Twilight.

As she quietly resented her friend for not telling her she wouldn’t come in today, the door opened with a loud bang.

“I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE!!!!!”

“Twilight!”

“Ah, Ms. Sparkle! We thought you wouldn’t be able to join us today. Please, take your seat.” Despite the young student’s evident stress, the teacher smiled calmly as she said that. Still, Twilight couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she stumbled toward the table where Sunset was.

“Where were you?” she whispered. “I was worried!”

“I, um… I had ebola.” Twilight blurted out.

“What?!”

“S-Sorry. That’s the excuse I came up with in case someone asked. I found a witch on my way here.”

“Oh, that thing we saw the other day?”

“Yeah, but…” Looking over at the soul gem ring on her right hand, she felt a pleasant warmth flow through her body. “I found… others.”

“Others?”

“Magical girls. Like me!”

“Huh?”

“They actually study here at Canterlot as well! Isn’t that wonderful?”

Sunset felt like her stomach had jumped out of a 12 story building.

She’d always known that, despite her special treatment of Twilight, she still wasn’t exactly the bestest friend ever. She’d tease her a lot, and occasionally her own anger would get the best of her. It wasn’t a surprise that Twilight would want to replace her eventually.

“Yeah, that’s…. great.”

Sunset had always been better off alone. Friends will only make you vulnerable and bring you along when they go down. But now that she had come face to face with this ultimatum, she…

“Sunset? Are you okay?”

She looked up at Twilight’s worried face. Her hand was gently placed on top of her own. Sunset cursed herself for letting her guard down so easily, but now that she had experienced true friendship, it was just too hard to let go of.

“C…” Her pride made her words heavy. “Can… I… Come along… With you… guys… Next time…?”

Twilight’s expression of worry quickly turned into one of excitement.

“Of course! I’ll introduce you to everyone!”

Oh boy.

Somehow, Sunset felt like introductions wouldn’t be needed.

When the last bell rang, Sunset was impatiently waiting at the front doors of the school. When they opened, Twilight appeared accompanied by five other girls.

“Alright everybody, as I was saying, this is my best friend…”

Uh oh.

“Sunset Shimmer?!” The five of them exclaimed in an unpleased tone.

“Hey… guys.” She awkwardly scratched the back of her head, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

“Oh? You already know each other?” Twilight excitedly said, oblivious to the situation.

“Do we?!” Applejack crossed her arms.

“It’d be hard not to.” Rainbow Dash added in an agressive tone.

Hidden behind her, Fluttershy asked.

“Twilight, are you really friends with…. That girl?”

“Huh?” She looked around, confused. “Wait, am I missing something?”

“Listen, guys, I…” Sunset tried to explain herself.

“Frankly,” Rarity cut her off. “We don’t need to listen to anything you have to say!”

“Yeah! Twilight, don’t you know Sunset is the biggest, most meanest meanie of all meanies?” Pinkie backed up the rest of her friends.

“What? But I…” Twilight couldn’t understand what was happening.

“I’ve changed, okay, gosh dang it !”

Sunset Shimmer’s voice echoed through the campus.

When she realized what she’d done, she quickly covered her mouth with her own hands in embarrassment.

“I-I mean…”

The looks on the other girl’s faces were of the disgust she already knew. But Twilight’s eyes, covered in tears, almost made her lose balance for a second.

“Frankly, If this is all you had to show us, I think we’d best take our leave.” Rarity picked her bag up and turned around, with the others following behind her.

Soon, they had all left, but Twilight stayed.

Sunset tried to swallow her own embarrassment.

“Aren’t you going with them…?”

“No way! Sunset, listen…”

She held her hands up, looking closely into her eyes.

“If anyone knows you’ve changed, it’s me. You’re a wonderful person, and an amazing friend. You just have to prove it to them!”

“Prove…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’ll always be with you, all the way. Cause that’s what friends are for!”

Sunset let go of Twilight’s hands, wiping her face.

“Yeah… Thanks, Twi.”

“Alright! Then, for today, I’ll go back to my own house and create the best, most foolproof friendship plan ever! Just you wait, soon, everyone will be happily hunting witches together!”

Twilight clumsily skipped away, and Sunset was left alone in the campus.

She couldn’t help but wonder if someone like her could truly make friends.

She had already failed once before.

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