#I wanted to draw his long hair shush

[loonarmuunar]

“Kai wasn’t allowed to ever let Sara see or know him” ok but have u considered

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.

Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov

Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.

Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.

But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.

But then that pompous bitch got in the way.

The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.

"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.

Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.

Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.

Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.

The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.

"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.

Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.

Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.

"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.

"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.

Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ … ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD K'UHUL AJAW AND TWO CLUELESS MORONS | kinich x gn!reader

— in which ajaw tends to interrupt kisses. and ruin moments.

— this took way too long to get out, winner of this poll w 458 votes .. includes pre + post getting together, kinich does bite , i love ajaw

recently, the little pixelated... thing that called itself "almighty dragonlord k'uhul ajaw" had proved to be quite troublesome.

and it wasn't just in your love affairs with malipo kinich; ajaw took it upon himself to make not a single second of your day silent.

"i'm nOT forigiving you for this you... you... you- aGH, NEVERMIND! you're literally HOGGING kinich's attention so like.. screw off already!!"

needless to say, it seemed that ajaw was a jealous individual. you'd heard a thing or two about him from kinich, though rather.. unsavory things: irrelevant tidbits, a nonchalant little comment of "i forgot to mention, he'll take over my body when i die, so he constantly wishes for my misfortune."

oh yeah, like that was totally normal.

then, perhaps ajaw's jealousy wasn't unfounded — you "owned" kinich more than he ever would, lol. funnily enough, the way the two of you had met was purely due to ajaw, so if anything, he didn't have the right to complain.

from what kinich told you later on, he had been on some bounty mission for a troupe of ragtag saurian poachers, and had swung by to check grappling indents on the cliffside when ajaw spotted an adventurer scaling the rock. doing what he does best — causing a celestial fuck of a racket — he hovered over, preaching about how "real adventurers don't use equipment" and to "drop everything to show your bravery" ... after a proper talking to, kinich met with you to convey a formal apology.

at the time, you didn't know such a professional relationship would develop into something more.

"he's bothering you again? i'll scold him..."

kinich's voice was quiet, his head settled in your lap, one hand gently circling your wrist. you slowly ran a hand through his hair, released from its typical headband-style. soft, it was fluffy to the touch, and you heard kinich hum in content, bringing his hands up to caress your face — a silent request for a kiss.

and how could you resist? there was something in that gaze that seemed so pleading, so intimate-

"you ICKY ICKY LovEBIRDS !! FOR THE LOVE OF- GET A ROOM!!"

kinich withdrew his hands with a scowl, lips pressing into a thin line. "... read the room, ajaw."

"this almighty dragonlord is not going to witness a k-kis- grOSS, i can't even SAY it...!!"

"..."

kinich seemed to consider something, very briefly.

then, he grabbed the sputtering pixel-dragon forcefully, smothering ajaw's face with a gloved hand. watching in awe and feeling thoroughly entertained, you heard indignant shouts grow muffled.. and just like that, ajaw shut up for the first time in over a decade. historical.

your lover leaned forward, angling his head to the side to press a chaste little kiss into your neck. like he had flipped a switch, he grazed his teeth lightly against your skin, nipping at it first, though not hard enough to draw blood, then biting at it.

"ouch, are you trying to leave a mark? what's with you?"

"shush." he spoke with his face flush to your neck, kissing a small trail up your neck and onto your jaw as if in apology. "i'm merely claiming what's mine."

and there ajaw floated, suffocated and forgotten. "..hell, are those two SERIOUSLY making out ?? when im literally rIGHT HERE!?"

(a/n) ajaw is so detestable i love him if possible i think id want to pinch his pixel cheeks. anyway "so call me maybe" is up next w "so cradle these wings" after, they were supposed to be sorta related but i don't the release order matters so :p

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[imthebadguyyy]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : you're the only female driver on the f1 grid, and have a secret relationship with ferrari's golden boy.

warnings : smut, sexual innunedo, comments made about body weight.

a/n : multi part series!! basically will be a slow build up to how their relationship gets exposed lol I hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

the soft rustle of the white linen under your skin lulled you into sleep, eyes heavy with exhaustion and hours of activity, the drawn curtains protecting your eyes from the harsh rays of sunlight that just moments ago had you whining to Charles to draw them.

Speaking of, Charles was bustling around, oddly energetic, considering the strenuous activities the both of you had engaged in hours ago.

groaning softly, you stretched like a cat, sighing in contentment as your muscles awoke. charles approached you mid stretch, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips.

the onslaught of affection made you giggle, and you tugged him down for a morning cuddle. charles laughed, giving in to you, wrapping his arms around you. the spanish sun streamed in, coating the both of you in a warm glow that had you snuggling closer to him, inhaling the deep scent of the sauvage perfume he had sprayed to the red and black ferrari team shirt he had changed into.

he sighed in contentment too, fingers gently stroking your hair, working through the tangles and knots, probably a result of his own hands laced through your hair, guiding you down when you had gone down on him.

"you slept well?" he enquired, fingers gently stroking your hair. "mmhmm" you mumbled, your own fingers dancing across his clad chest, slowly tracing up to his arms and drawing little flowers and shapes.

charles shivered at the feeling, heart fluttering in his chest as he took in the sight of you in his arms.

the ringing of your alarm broke the sweet silence and tranquility of the room, and you sighed, moving out of the warm embrace to turn off the alarm and drag your body out of bed.

"gotta get ready" you mumbled, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, yawning as you made your way to the bathroom.

"i hope I didn't tire you out before media day, cherie" charles teased, combing his hair in front of the mirror.

"oh shush" you mumbled through a mouth full of mint toothpaste.

"no but really cherie, i hope you slept well?" he asked, genuine concern laced in his voice.

you felt your heart melt, still getting used to how sweet and endearing your boyfriend was. "I promise im okay charles, besides, there is no way i would say no to a night like last night" you said, throwing him a smirk.

he laughed, taking out your McLaren t shirt and keeping it on the bed for you.

oh yeah, you happened to be the second driver for McLaren, and the only female driver on the grid.

being on opposing teams did little to stop you and charles from getting together, albeit in secret because you wanted to be discreet, and keep your relationship to yourself.

you looked at yourself at the mirror, rolling your eyes at the dark hickeys littered across your neck and collarbone, biting back a smile as you recalled the night before, charles hot lips pressing to your delicate skin, sucking harshly to create dark marks on your skin.

"charles marc herve perceval leclerc! look what you've done to me! i look like a fucking giraffe!" you whined and charles burst into giggles.

"desole, mon amour, i just lost control, you looked absolutely gorgeous, you still do" he said and you mentally awed at how sincere he was.

"thats alright, fenty beauty is the best match and wham! all gone" you said, concealing the marks to the best of your ability.

you walked back out, pulling on your jeans and your team t shirt, spraying yourself liberally in perfume. it was something you'd decide to start doing ever since becoming an f1 driver and having immensely long days.

just as you pulled on your sneakers, charles pulled you into his chest, earning a squeal of laughter from you.

"charles! what are you doing?" you laughed, letting your arms wrap around his torso, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he pressed the gentlest kiss to your neck.

"im just enjoying my girlfriend for as long as I can before I must hide my love for her from the world" he said dramatically, littering your neck with even more kisses, but each time he pressed more force to your neck, tongue darting out to lick each kiss, before gently letting his teeth sink into your neck.

you felt your heartbeat rise, and a second heartbeat arise between your legs, a warmth spreading through your body as a soft moan left your lips.

"charlie, not now.. we'll get late and my press officers will kill me if I'm late again" you whimpered, making absolutely no effort to pull away from him.

"just give me ten minutes amour, thats all i need" he whispered and you found yourself giving in, knowing that he was more than capable of making you cum in the limited time.

you let your head fall back as he sunk down to his knees, spinning you around and hoisting you up onto the table in your room.

his hands made their way to your jeans, unbuttoning them in a haste, letting them pool around your ankles.

your hands found home in his hair, tugging it harshly, not caring about the fact that he would not have time to fix it before you both had to rush.

charles looked up at you, green eyes flashing at you, before he gave you a little wink.

"such a cassanova" you moaned out, sarcastic even as charles tongue licked up your thighs, hand reaching for your underwear.

"behave cerise" he warned and you shut up, head leaning back in pleasure when his tongue finally made contact with your pussy.

you were definitely going to be late.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

charles jogged into the paddock, hair mussed up and eyes slightly dazed as he made his way to the ferrari garage. he had decided that you would go first, since he was less likely to get in trouble for being late.

he brushed his hands through his hair, although the poor attempt did little to tame the wild mess of hair.

"finally, where were you?" carlos asked, the spaniard throwing his teammate a charming smile.

"my alarm didn't go off and I slept in" charles said, the little white lie rolling off his tongue in all its practised perfection.

"mm sure" carlos replied. he had long suspected that charles had a secret girlfriend, but being the gentleman that he was, had decided better than to prod. if charles wanted him to know, he would tell him.

"who are we paired with for media?" he asked, putting on a cap to hopefully calm down his wild hair.

"alex, lewis, pierre, checo, valterri, y/n and you are together, im with max, fernando, lando, yuki, george and zhou" he said, pulling on a cap of his own.

charles hid a smile, happy at the prospect of getting to spend time with you.

"so you had sex" carlos said matter of factly as the two of them made their way to the press rooms, both waving at tifosi as they went. the cheers for carlos were extra loud since it was his home race.

"um i didn't say that" charles chuckled, waving as he saw a little girl with a teddy wearing a ferrari shirt.

"you don't have to mate, i can see a scratch on the back of your neck and your hair is a mess, you also look a little drunk but not from alcohol" carlos stated non-chalantly, making his way up the stairs.

"alright fine but I'm not saying who" charles said. he trusted carlos but he couldn't risk the paddock finding it because he knew it would be you facing the repercussions and not him. he had heard lots of stories from you on how you had to endure all sorts of stories and questions on how you had managed to sleep your way to f1, and how you had special connections with people, and he did not want the headlines to be accusing you of getting a seat by sleeping with him, when in reality you had met each other after you joined formula 1 in williams.

"thats okay you don't have to. but you look like you had a wild night" the spaniard laughed as charles blushed, his cheeks staining a soft cherry rouge.

"yes I did now please don't talk about my sex life in front of so many cameras" he begged, as they split up to go their different rooms.

making his way, he found you seated next to lewis, an empty spot right beside you, at the very end of the couch.

lewis smiled at charles, beckoning him to come and join the both of you.

when lewis turned to valterri who was on his left, charles threw you a subtle wink, which had you holding back an eye roll and biting your cheek to keep yourself from giggling.

alex turned to chat with the three of you for a while and valterri joined in too. you were interrupted by your press officers telling you they'd be staring the questions soon and you all settled in, and you prayed you'd get decent questions this time.

"so welcome everyone to the circuit de barcelona catalunya, for the spanish grand prix. we are joined by lewis hamilton, sergio perez, alex albon, pierre gasly, valterri bottas, charles leclerc and y/n l/n" and the questions started, with the first one going to lewis.

you found yourself zoning out a little, while the others answered questions about race conditions and alex's experience with a fan who tried to steal his M and M's.

you found yourself laughing at the story, unable to suppress giggles at alex's animated story telling.

"right, well the next question is for y/n" said another reporter, a young man with blonde hair in a sharp suit offered you a smile and you smiled back.

"y/n, there's been some talk about your weight and how it might affect your performance on the track, since you seemed to have put on a little after the winter break and testing. can you comment on that?" he said, completely calmly.

you were stunned.

you weren't quite sure if you had heard it correctly. around you, you could hear the reporters murmuring, and see the obvious anger and discomfort on everyone's faces around you. lewis gave you a look that said "should I speak up for you?" but you shook your head a little.

before you could answer, an angry voice filled the room.

"how dare you ask her a question like that? enough with these ridiculous questions about her weight! we're here to race, and her skills behind the wheel are what matter. if anyone doubts her abilities, they're in for a surprise on the track. it's time to move past these stereotypes and give credit where it's due – y/n is a fierce competitor and belongs here just as much as any of us. she has already done podiums and could do a win soon too with how quick she has been. all you do is ask stupid questions to a woman who has paved the way for others and I find it ridiculous, c'est très irrespectueux." charles spoke up, his usually calm demeanor ruffled.

you felt tears rise to your eyes, not expecting him to speak up, and you swore you'd never been more in love with charles.

distinctly, you heard lewis chime in, a deep frown in his forehead as he reprimanded the reporter for asking such a question.

"seriously? we're in a room full of talented racers, and you choose to ask a question like that? y/n is here because of her skill, determination, and hard work, not her weight. it's about time we focus on the racing, where she's more than capable of holding her own. let's leave these outdated notions behind and give credit where it's deserved." lewis said calmly, not showing how angry he was.

valterri and pierre spoke up as well, but you found your eyes drawn to charles, watching how his eyes, usually sparkly and bright held anger in them, a fire burning behind them. his fists were balled up, nostrils flaring as he tried to calm down.

charles knew that sylvia would be mad at him and his press officers would have to do some damage control but he hated how the reporters diminished the talent of the love of his life.

the both of you looked at each other, love and gratitude in yours and love and apologies in his.

as soon as it was over, you walked off, not wanting to talk to anyone else.

you decided to make your way over to your drivers room and almost successfully made it there, when you felt charles grab you as you walked past the ferrari hospitality.

he dragged you to his own room, eyes still filled with rage and hurt.

the moment it was the two of you inside the room, charles turned to you, one hand gently stroking your cheek while the other rested on your wait, and then he started talking, "mon coeur, i just want to apologise to you for having to deal with these insensitive questions. it's frustrating to see you continually face these when we should all be celebrating your talent and achievements. you're an incredible driver and an even better person, and i love you so much. im so proud to stand beside you and be by your side and-"

you cut him off with a kiss, pulling him down by the neck to meet your lips. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, hands grippin you so tight you knew it would leave a soft mark.

his tongue pushed against yours urgently, but you broke apart, panting heavily, to kiss his cheek and whisper a soft "thank you"

charles guided the both of you to the door to make sure it was locked, before lifting you up to rest you against the wall.

before you knew it his lips were on yours again, pressing against them, hot and needy, and you kissed him back with an urgency, a need to thank him for sticking up for you.

"do you think I'm... im too big?" you murmured against his lips.

your words had him stopping, forehead resting against yours as he sighed.

"mon amour, ma chérie, ma douce fille, tu es parfaite telle que tu es. j'adore tout en toi et personnellement, je trouve ton corps parfait. je veux que tu saches que tu es absolument incroyable et parfaite à tous égards, et je t'aimerai toujours." my love, my darling, my sweet girl, you are perfect as you are. I adore everything about you and personally I find your body to be perfect. I want you to know you are absolutely amazing and perfect in every way and I will always love you.

your eyes filled with tears as his fingers gently caressed your tummy, before he started peppering kisses all over you.

"i love you charles" you whispered, voice breaking a little and he noticed, pressing a kiss to your nose.

"i love you too my love" he whispered back.

"let me show you how perfect you are ma jolie, ma tournesol" he whispered, carrying you back to his bed to lay you down with such gentility, as if you were going to smash into a thousand pieces if he was rough with you.

"please let me show you how perfect you are, comment puis-je te résister quand je te vois, à quel point tu es magnifique et comment tu es une déesse absolue sur terre. laisse-moi t'aimer et te montrer ma gratitude pour toi, mon amour." how I cannot resist you when I see you, how gorgeous you are and how you are an absolute goddess on earth. let me love you, and show you my appreciation for you my love he whispered and you gasped softly.

how you loved it when he sweet talked you in french.

you couldn't wait for the dirty talk to start.

"so fucking beautiful" he groans, admiring your body, as he drags your shirt off your body, followed by the jeans, tracing each and every one of your curves, your heart warming up at his tender touch as his gaze stares fervently into yours, with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes for you

his lips instantly reconnect with yours, finding home on your lips. his kiss is demanding, and just the right amount of rough, and when he slaps your ass softly, you moan giving his tongue an opening, allowing him to slowly slide into your mouth, tongue exploring every crevice.

"be quiet for me cherie, can't have everyone hearing my beautiful girl's sweet moans hmm?" he whispered against your ears, biting along the lobe.

his hand grabs a hold of your chin, holding you in place as your legs start to wrap around his waist, your fingers digging into his skin.

"charles" you moan breathlessly between his lips, and he begins to unclasp your bra, his fingers intertwining with both straps as pulls it down your arms, failing to break the kiss.

he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking on it. the simple motion was enough to have you moaning and whining against him, as his fingers teased the other nipple, flicking it repeatedly, and running the rough pad of his thumb over the pert nipple.

his name left your lips like a chant as your hips rutted against him of their own accord.

his right hand moving to play with your right nipple, twisting it, flicking it, pinching it before soothing it with a gentle motion of his thumb. he switched, mouthing and sucking your other nipple, instead, while his hand moved to your left, pulling harshly as he rolled the sensitive bud in between his fingers. you tried your best to stifle your moans, taking slight respite in the fact that the ferrari drivers rooms were a little soundproofed, your panties no longer damp but practically wet, threatening to drip down your legs as you clenched again, the arousal becoming painful. after finishing with your chest, charles kissed downwards, to your stomach, licking his way down to your hips. his green eyes met your own, as he moved his hand in between your thighs, feeling how wet you were, even when you weren't even fully exposed to him. he gently pushed your panties against your cunt, watching your pussy lips swallow the material and soak it with your arousal, the friction from the material making you gasp.

before you could grind against it, he pulled it off of you, letting it drop to the floor. he moved lower, arms trailing down your thoughts almost kneeling in front of you, "you look so good baby, all spread out for me. i love everything about your body mon amour.

i love these marks, i love your scars, i love every freckle and dot on your body," he murmured, fingers gently tracing the stretch marks on your tummy and thighs.

"do you want my tongue in your pretty pussy hmm?" he asked, as you nodded fervently. "words, cerise" he said, fingers gently tracing circles on your clit from outside your panties. "yes, yes I do please!" you whined, grinding against his finger.

and with that he moved in between your thighs.

with both hands, he pulled your knees even more apart, so he could fully face your quivering pussy watching as you pink hole repeatedly clenched and un clenched around nothing, shimmering with your own juices.

licking his lips, he leaned forward, feeling a carnal desire burst open within him. he kissed both your thighs, before looking up at you again. then he moved forward, pushing his pointer finger into you, swearing when your walls enveloped him. he pushed in till his knuckles, pumping up and down as your moans and groans of pleasure rang out above him, before shoving in a second finger, and then a third, the stretch making you throw your head back, you hair fanning out.

"so beautiful mon ange, all spread out like this. i can see all of you and you're the most beautiful person ive ever laid my eyes on" he groaned and you found yourself moaning event louder, till he brought one hand up to let you suck his fingers.

then he licked broad stripe up your pussy, still fingering you, before running his tongue up your slit repeatedly. using two fingers he spread you open, latching onto your clit, as you let out a scream of pleasure above him, arching your back even further. charles let out a choked groan at how good you tasted, almost as sweet and sour as a cherry, his favourite nickname for you, as he flicked the sensitive bud back and forth before sucking hard on it. his tongue repeatedly rolled your clit, before he took it into his mouth, lips enclosing around the bud. while his fingers continued thrusting into you, the band in your stomach threatening to snap, when his nose pressed against your clit, and when it nudged the sensitive button repeatedly, and he continued sucking your clit till you had tears streaming down your face from the ache of the pleasure.

his fingers and tongue worked in tandem, as you tightened above him, your thighs wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you let out a strangled moan of "oh god, oh my god, charles!", and before you knew it you had cum on his tongue, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm, licking up every last drop as you continued to quiver above him, body rocking out your orgasm.

you expected him to pull away, but he stayed, fingers still in you, looking up at you, and the sight of his nose and mouth, shimmering with your juices, was enough to nearly make you cum again, but as you tried to pull him up, he pushed your body back down, looking at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "no no no, mon coeur. i need to show you how much i love you and one orgasm won't do that" he said,and with that, he moved back down between your thighs, licking your pussy languidly a few times, before shoving his tongue back into you, this time, pulling your hips closer so you were nearly dangling off the edge of the bed, almost balancing on his face, your hands reaching down to pull his dark locks, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer as he went back to sucking your clit again, the lewd sounds echoing in the room, as desperate moans of "charles! charles! oh my god, fuck, fuck, amour" left your lips, like a prayer, your head thrown back and chest heaving, nipples hardened against the cold air in the room. as if on cue, charles let his hand reach up to gently fiddle with your nipples, as your hips began to rut on his face, his nose deliciously nudging your clit again, and his fingers soon replaced it, flicking your clit with his finger and licking around it, till you were cumming again, with broken screams of his name leaving your lips.

he stood up, climbing up onto the bed to kiss you, and you tasted yourself on his lips.

"my beautiful girl. the most beautiful girl" he mumbled repeatedly against your lips.

climbing over you, he caressed your cheek softly, before pulling you in for a gentle kiss, which quickly became teeth and tongue, as he brought his cock closer to your entrance. he swiped it through your folds, running the tip over your clit continuously till you felt like you were gonna pass out from the combination of feelings you were experiencing. "please mon ange, please just fuck me, please!" you finally cried out, gasping when he pushed himself into you, finally filling you with what you always craved.

"my gorgeous girl has the most gorgeous pussy ever, so soft and pink" he groaned, slotting himself into you, thrusting his hips till he was in so deep it was as though he belonged there. as though he belonged inside you, as if he belonged with you forever.

he continued to snap his hips against yours, burying himself in you, mouth leaning down to suck your nipples again.

"m-more" you managed to stutter out. "can you handle more, mon bebe?" he asked, his gentility and sweetness peeking through. "yes, fuck yes, i can" you moaned, too drunk on the feeling of cock sliding in and out of your pussy. "d'accord cherie" he murmured.

without stopping the movement of his hips, he flipped you over onto your front, as you landed ungracefully on your front. "hands and knees" he commanded, still fucking you

the new angle was making stars burst forth in your vision.quivering, you moved onto your shaky knees and hands, as he gripped your waist from behind, pulling you back to meet his cock.

your incoherent moans of his name were fuel to his fire, and he reached around you to rub your clit roughly, collecting your arousal on his fingers, before stuffing his fingers in your mouth, prompting you to suck on them. you swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself on his fingers again, as he moved your fingers in deeper, almost making you choke.

the feeling of him nearly fucking you in two was clouding your senses, the band in your tummy ready to snap again. behind you, increased the pace of his thrusts, using his other hand to pinch and rub your clit again, a high pitched groan leaving his lips as his orgasm rode up on him, but, being the gentleman that he was, he wanted you to cum first.

the harsh rubbing of his fingers on your clit and his cock ramming into your pussy, the squelch of sounds and your moans and groans filled the room, sweat dripping down your bodies and the smell of sex penetrating your nose.

when charles suddenly picked up the paxe and wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to restrict your airflow ever so slightly, you let out a high pitched moan, the feeling sending you into euphoria as your pussy gushed around him, charles hissed when you clenched on his sensitive cock, finally spurting his cum into you as well.

panting, you pulled apart, both of you collapsing on his bed.

"fuck that was-"

"insanely hot, insanely good, insanely perfect" you said, curling up into his side.

"thank you for supporting me my love" you whispered again, surprised at the tears filling your eyes.

"aw mon cherie, don't cry" he whispered, hands gently pushing your hair out of your face.

"i won't" you sniffled softly, letting out a watery laugh at the concern in his face.

"i love you so much" you mumbled, letting his soft humming lull you to sleep, not giving a damn about the fact that literally any moment McLaren would have a breakdown when they saw their star talent was missing.

but all you cared about in that moment was getting some time with the man you loved.

charles sighed in contentment as he looked down at you, dozing off in his arms.

in his daze he missed the footsteps making their way to the door.

neither of you missed the sharp rap of knocked against the door, making you jump out of your skin as carlos' voice came from the other end.

"cabron, we are needed for a meeting. can you open your door so i can get my extra shoes? i left them there by accident" he said and you froze.

"don't say a word" charles mumbled to you, gently getting up.

god, you were so fucked.

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a/n - will definitely make this a multi part series!! any comments feedback reblogs idea etc are always appreciated!! much love always 🩷

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[tasteracha]

a/n: @astraystayyh i know you asked for some comforting fluff but your request really just screamed out cockwarming to me and i . i just . . had to . (warnings: cockwarming, gn!reader, slight d/s dynamic)

you cant help the slow circle your hips make against hyunjin’s, nor the breathless whine you let out into his neck. you can feel a bead of sweat trailing down your temple and you shiver against his body, freezing when you notice the lack of movement from his arm and the sound of his pencil gliding against paper gone. 

“behave,” he murmurs, moving his free hand to your hip to keep you still. you let out an embarrassing noise, a smirk he can’t see painted on your lips when you feel his cock twitch inside of you. 

“hyune,” you whine, feeling the edges of your patience wearing thinner and thinner with each passing minute. you had begged him for his dick to distract you from the awful day you had, but at this point all you can think of is how much you want to fuck him. he had sat you down on his lap, telling you warm him and that he would fuck you once he was done with his drawings. “you promised.”

“shh, angel,” he says, calmer than he had any right to when he was buried inside of you for who knows how long. “i know. just a few more minutes.”

“that’s what you said, um…” you trail off when he shifts his hips a little, bumping his cock into that spot inside you that dissolves words off of your tongue faster than anything else. its enough to keep you mindlessly drooling into his shirt for a few more moments before he finally takes pity on you, shifting you off of his lap and leaving you empty and dripping. he guides you to bed, shushing your babbling with his lips as he enters you properly, his drawings abandoned on his desk in favor of taking care of you. 

“my patient angel, you were so good for me,” he praises into your mouth, fucking you slow and deep, just the way he knew you liked it. he was surrounding you completely, the fuzziness in your head only getting stronger as he took up every single one of your senses. all you could see, touch, hear, smell was him. 

you had been riding along the edge of an orgasm for too long now, and he coaxes it out of you with a come for me like you were a small creature he was trying to gain the favor of. he holds you down as you shake under him, and you barely register him coming from how floaty you feel. 

you come back to yourself several moments later to him curling around your back, pulling the blankets up over both of you. he presses a kiss to your sweaty hair and you mumble something unintelligible in response, wriggling back so you were tucked further into him. 

“feeling better, angel?” he asks, and you hum at him. you don’t remember why you were feeling badly in the first place, you can only think of how good he felt inside of you and how much he loves you, the last thoughts you had before you drifted off to sleep. 

[zumicyt]

Billie comforting reader after reader has a long and bad day 🥺🙏

thank you so much for the request baby!! also yes yes yes!!!

safe place ● b.e

pairing: billie eilish # fem!reader

contains: FLUFFFF, Billie being an amazing girlfriend, overworked!reader, stress, comfort.

summary: lately work has been overworking you and billie feels like you need a break.

it was raining outside. the dark clouds were hiding the majority of the sky and stars. soft music played from the radio of your car and you were trying your best to take deep subtle breaths. you were almost fired from your job today because you had forgotten to bring some important papers that you had been working on for weeks. your boss yelled at you and told you to go home. it was now 7:32 pm and you were on the verge of tears. work has been so hectic lately and all you wanted now was your girlfriend.

you open the door of yours and Billie's shared apartment and shark runs up to you and licks your face. "Hi sharkie!" you tiredly say and take off your sneakers. you don't see billie anywhere until you hear large footsteps against the wooden steps. "Hi baby!" billie runs up to you and hugs you tightly. she senses a change in your behavior and cups your face. "What's wrong my love?" she sweetly says. at that point you can't take it anymore. "I can't billie. I'm so done." you say through tears and she shushed you and hugs you tightly. "I know baby. I know. Come on, let's go lay in the bed." you nod and follow your girlfriend into your shared bedroom. she gets you a fresh pair of pj's and changes you. she constantly checks on you to make sure your okay and it melts your heart. she picks you up and lays you gently into the giant bed. "now tell me baby, what's wrong?" billie plays with your hair and waits for your response. "I've told you, work has been so much lately and I almost got fired today for not keeping up with some important papers and I know it's my fault but still. then I was getting yelled at by my coworkers because I came into work late and I just couldn't do it anymore." you start tearing up once again and she hugs you. "I'm sorry honey. c'mere." you dig your face into her neck and inhale her sweet scent. she runs her hand through your hair and the other draws shapes on your back. "lets run you a shower okay?" billie gets up and begins a steamy shower for you. she picks you up and undresses you. you get into the shower and she starts washing your hair and massaging your scalp. she gets a few body scrubs and runs them over your body. you feel so relaxed in the moment and start getting sleepy. after your shower billie dresses you in your pj's and lays you down for bed. she pulls the velvet covers over your body and kisses your head. "i love you my baby." she whispers and walks out of the room

you wake up and look at the clock on your phone. 5:16 pm. you stretch your shoulders and look around for Billie. she's not here. you get out of the bed and put on your house shoes and walk downstairs. you see billie in the kitchen making something and humming to music. you go behind her and hug her. you feel her smile and interlocks your hands with hers. "did you sleep well?" billie asks and you just mumble. she giggles and pulls you to hug her properly. she peppers kisses all over your face and you both start to giggle. "what are you making?" you ask. "cupcakes! wanna help?" you nod instantly and she hands you a mixing spoon to mix the batter. after that is done she puts the tray in the oven and takes your hand to the couch. you both sit down and she starts scrolling the TV to find a movie. you settle on Spiderman No Way Home and wait for the cupcakes to finish. you hear the beep coming from the oven telling you the cupcakes are done. you and billie decorate the cupcakes with blue icing and start eating them. billie ends the night with cuddling you on the couch and whispering sweet things into your ear.

[carefreecoffee]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Cuteness Aggression!: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Word count: 658, Gender-Neutral Reader

Another long day, training with Aizawa was finally finished for Hitoshi. His limbs needed the embrace of not only his bed but also his partner's arms. He approaches his dorm's door, unlocking it and closing the door behind him. He notices you waiting on his bed, sighing as he walks towards you, dropping his training bag. 

“Hey Shin, how was training?” You look up from your phone, meeting his tired violet eyes.

He sighs, “Pretty much exhausting. I have a lot of training to catch up on.” He hastily takes off his jacket, being left in his tank top. He lies down beside you practically melting into the plush surface of his mattress. 

You hum in acknowledgement, leaning on his arm as you get comfy. Your eyes scanned over his exhausted figure before landing on the skin of his exposed shoulders and collarbone. Suddenly, an idea had sprung to your mind, a very…impulsive thought.

Hitoshi looks down at you, noting the look on your face as he speaks. “What are you thinking?”

You avert your gaze quickly, finding refuge in the screen of your phone. “Nothin’...”

He quirks a brow and nudges you, “You're looking at me with that look on your face again, y/n. There's something you want to say…”

You keep your head down, trying to avert your gaze from him as you speak. “I don't know i just uh… kinda wanna..bite you..?” You didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but as soon as it did, you regretted it, your face flushing at the proposition.

He widens his eyes in curiosity. “Bite me..? You wanna bite me? Why?” You finally meet his eyes, nodding, “I mean yeah.. I don't know! You just look so handsome and it's like a- like a cuteness aggression!” You lean your  head on his shoulder, a sense of frustration coming out as you try to voice your reasoning.

He chuckles, patting your head as he looks down at you, “You're a weird one, y/n. You're really gonna bite me?”

You shrug meekly, glancing up at him, “I will...if i can i mean”

He sighs, nudging his shoulder toward you in ofference. It's not like he would mind if it was because you thought he was cute or even handsome. “Go ahead then. Do your worst.”

Your eyes light up as he says that, leaning up and looking at the large sum of area on his arm. You graze your teeth over the skin before biting in random spots at random capacities. You didn't want to be too harsh so as to not hurt him but damn was he looking good.

He tenses up as you start biting his shoulder, wincing slightly. He smiles in amusement, ruffling your hair with his free hand. “Gosh you're so amazing Hitoshi” You say in between bites, making your way to his newly worked bicep. 

He hums as you latch onto his bicep. He runs his fingers across your back, “You're so clingy, y/n.” 

“Shush” You bite his shoulder as a parting gift, that one a  little bit harder than the rest though none of them had left a mandible mark. Hitoshi chuckles as you pull away, smirking, “Happy now? You've bitten me enough.” 

You nod happily, “Mhm, I can't help it when you look so...just good, you know? Makes me wanna chomp ya” You chuckle, leaning into his embrace. 

“You really are such a weird one. What have I gotten myself into?” He pulls you closer, his words having no bite in them but more of a..admiration.

You chuckle, running your hand across his abdomen to become somehow further attached to him. “Too late to turn back!” You lean up to meet his face, grinning, “But, thanks for accepting my weirdness, you weirdo” 

Hitoshi smiles warmly down at you, “You're the real weirdo here, but I swear, I wouldn't trade you for anything else.”

Drawing by me ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

I may start making drawings and doodles for the fanfics i create. Perhaps stories that are 1000> words get doodles and longer stories around 1000+ words get full on rendered thingamabobs :)

[beenbaanbuun]

hi bunny! <33 i wanted to ask if you could do a little fic of how the ateez boys (specifically jjong) would be like during aftercare ❤️ after a rougher session— i’m in need of comforty cute stuff rn lmao 😭 no pressure ofc! luv u bun bun 🫶

aftercare w/ateez

hongjoong

i feel like hongjoong is very prepared for aftercare, especially if he knows in advance that it’s going to be a rougher session

like he already has a glass of water and a snack bar on the nightstand ready to go

coos and praises you as he breaks the bar into tiny pierces and slides them between your lips with his fingers

will absolutely force you to pee and shower once he thinks you’ve got your energy up enough to walk to the bathroom

stays with you the whole time you pee, and slides into the shower beside you to wash your hair

unlike some of the others i don’t believe that the shower will to anything else because hongjoong has a modicum of self control and can see you naked without going feral…

seonghwa

seonghwa’s first instinct is to go and grab a washcloth from the bathroom so he can wipe down the mess between your legs

of course, while he’s in the bathroom, he kills two birds with one stone and begins to draw a bath for you

wipes down your sticky skin with the warm cloth, all while whispering praises

‘i know you’re sensitive but you’re being such a good girl by letting me clean you! just a little more and it’ll be over, my darling.’

once you’re somewhat clean he guides you to the bathroom and helps you into the bath before going to chance the sheets

comes back the second they’re changed and in the washer so he can sit on the side of the tub and watch you with a pretty smile

yunho

cuddly boy!!

will literally just hold you to his chest and stroke his hand up and down your spine while the two of you return your breathing to normal

isn’t so fussy about the ‘clean’ aspect of it all, but will definitely make you go pee because we do not want any UTI’s in this house!

and once you’re finished peeing, he just ticks you back into his nice strong arms and lets you fall to sleep in his grasp

he trusts you enough to know that you’ll tell him if you need anything else; water, a snack, all that jazz

he also knows you enough to know that is so incredibly rare that you’ll want anything other than him and his warm cuddles

because let’s be real, lying on top of yunho with your head tucked into his neck and his long arms holding you in place is actually the best feeling in the world

yeosang

you know my thoughts on yeosang’s sex style so i also have to assume that he takes his job of aftercare very seriously

it’s half a guilt thing because baby boy went so hard that now he has to take care of you; he needs to know that you’re okay and he didn’t do too much

he starts by wiping you down and you’re guaranteed to be oversensitive, but he just shushes you and tells you how well you’re doing

ideally he’d like you to shower, but you’re too boneless right now and he doesn’t want to leave you for long enough to run a bath

and when he’s all done cleaning you up, he’ll hold a straw to your mouth, watching you as gulp down the water he brought you

i can see him needing his own validation as well so he asks you plenty of questions

did he go to far? did you like it when he did that one thing? were you having as much fun as he was? he really is desperate to know that you were having a good time

san

san is so fucking clingy that from the moment he goes soft, he will not let you out if his sight

he won’t send you to the bathroom yourself with promises of cuddles when you get back; why would he when he can follow you in there to hold your hand while you pee?

and while you’re in the shower you better let this man wash your hair, your body, your face, anything he can, unless you want him to pout

sits you on the toilet seat while he brushes your teeth; it’s cute but you can’t help but feel shy as he holds your jaw and looks down at you

and then when he’s sure you’re squeaky clean and happy, he bundles you up in his arms and drags you back to bed with him

from which there will be no escape, by the way; if you even dream about getting out of bed, san will be pouting and complaining

mingi

i like to think that he puts his mind, body and soul into sex, so he’s probably just as tired as you when it’s over

ideally, he’d just like to stay in bed with you, but he knows you have to replenish yourself, so he sets you little tasks

“can you go get a wash cloth from the bathroom so i can wipe you down?”, “go piss, girl. i’ll be right here waiting for you.”

and you best believe that after every single task you complete, he’s praising you like you’ve just cured world hunger or something

lips pressed against yours, letting you know just how good you are for him and how proud he is of you for doing what he asks

it’s safe to say youre leave your submissive headspace any time soon, not when mingi has you in his grasp, whispering sweet praises in your ear

wooyoung

wooyoung likes to do everything for you and if he even catches you lifting a finger he will become the most annoying person to ever walk this earth

like he’ll be getting you a glass of water and he’ll come back to the bedroom to see you with a tissue between your legs and all he can thing is how dare you?

literally storms over and takes it away from you before continuing the job himself, muttering under his breath as he cleans you up

“you weren’t so independent when you were begging for my dick, hm?” he scowls, “you need me to fuck you properly, so what makes you think you don’t need to help you with this too?”

like honestly, he’s kind of mean with it but with his gentle touch and the tiny kisses that he’s pressing to your thighs, you know he isn’t actually mad

just being his regular wooyoung-ish self…

jongho

oh you think he’s a teddy bear? wrong; during aftercare you’re his teddy bear and there’s nothing you can do about it!

because he’s way too strong for you to escape from the grasp he has on you, no matter how much wriggling you do

it’s fine though, because jongho always keeps. a bottle of water by his bed and a few snacks in his drawer and a pack of baby wipes too

you literally don’t even have to move from his arms for him to take care of you; everything you need is right there!

of course when you tell him you need to use the bathroom he’s pouting, but then you tell him he can come with you and he’s happy again

he doesn’t consider the fact that he can’t squeeze you to death when you’re actually on the loo, so when he realises that he’s pouting again

literally clings to you the moment you stand up, wasting no time in dragging you back to bed for more cuddles

[luveline]

hi hello!! I want to say I absolutely adore and love your writing and have for a few years now! I have a steve request (could fit with kbd or not!) (also so self indulgent lol) where reader grew up with a very emotionally distant father and was determined to make her own family so different than the one she grew up with, and sees steve be so kind and loving towards their children and is so happy her kids won’t feel how she does with her own father and thanks him for being wonderful 🫶🏽 sorry so long and personal but i know you would write this so beautifully!!

thank u for requesting! dad!steve x mom!reader, 1.4k

“What do you want to get your sister for her birthday?” 

You can barely hear his whispering, let alone Avery’s response. “We want…” she’s lisping and listing, unfamiliar with her own voice even as her vocabulary grows, “to get her… um, a big teddy bear.” 

“How big?” Steve whispers back. 

You hold Bethie’s face above your shoulder, your arm around her, the other patting the base of her spine. She’s getting heavy, but she’s only little. She can barely speak, only mumble nonsense into your neck as she fights sleep. “Shh, shh,” you shush her gently. “It’s okay, Bethie.” 

Across the landing, Avery and Steve lay on their stomachs in her room. There’s a pad of paper between them and crayons spilled rainbow across the carpet. Steve draws without looking up; he’s a brilliant artist even now he doesn’t have time for it. Avery chokes a purple crayon with each of her fingers and draws a huge jagged line under his work. “What’s that?” he asks. 

“Lightning. I think we should get her a big teddy, like, big as your hands.” 

“That’s not big in terms of teddy bear, honey.” 

“Oh.” 

“What’s the lightning for?” 

“The cloud.” 

“You want me to draw some puddles?” 

She thinks Steve being able to draw things near immediately is as magical as the television, and the radio. Something seemingly out of nothing. She doesn’t understand how often he’d practise, didn’t see his box of sketchbooks, the hundreds of iterations of your face, your hands, the trees lining the street on the way to your first apartment, her baby wrinkles. 

“What else should we get for Beth?” 

“Um.” Avery pauses, lifting her face to Steve’s. An odd feeling swells when he immediately looks up from the paper pad to meet her eyes. He smiles at her. She smiles back. “Why are we smiling?” she asks eventually. 

“I’m just looking at you. You know you’re beautiful.” 

“I don’t know!” she says, immediately flustered. 

“Yes, you do. You’re sooo pretty, like mommy.” He reaches over to chuck her chin gently with his knuckle. “That’s why I’m smiling. Looking at you makes me happy.” 

“Looking at you makes me happy.” 

His chin tucks in gently. “It’s ‘cos we love each other.” 

“Yes,” Avery says, like she’d suggested it herself. “That’s what it is.” 

You feel Beth fall asleep though you can’t see her. She curls into you all warm and soft, her pyjamas and her hair tickling you, her soft snores damp against your shoulder. You press a kiss to her arm.

Laid to bed for the night, you dot another kiss onto Beth’s smooth forehead and turn out her light, shutting the door carefully so as not to make any noise. 

Avery and Steve are still on the floor, though she’s climbed over the pad to hug him. They look funny, both on their tummies, Steve’s long legs out. He’s sort of curling around her, his nose to the side of her neck, his one arm up on an elbow and the other behind her back. 

“I love you too,” he’s saying. 

“A lot.”

“Yeah, Avery. So much they don’t have a word for it.” 

“It’s a big feeling.” 

“Love is the biggest feeling.” 

She laughs as he starts to tip onto his side. One moment she’s on her belly and the next he’s pulled her onto his chest, totally corkscrewed her and then put her right. “Let’s stay here forever,” he says. 

You’re pretty sure your father would’ve had a heart attack rather than confess he liked you. It’s a weird thing to know you’re loved —to be told you’re loved without being told, to expect it because you should— but to feel the absence of it more strongly. Your father never would’ve laid down with you like that. He wouldn’t have kissed you behind the ear, or talked about big feelings without hesitation. He never looked after you like that. 

“Your back will hurt.”

“Avery, my back always hurts.” 

“Not good. You can go to the hospital.” 

“I don’t think I’ll go to hospital, I’ll,” —he feels you watching, and smiles at you as he tips his head to see you— “be okay without that. Maybe I’ll go to the doctor at his office instead.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” He rubs her back. “Thanks, honey.”

Later, after you’ve knelt down to draw with them for a while and Avery’s succumbed to the childhood pain of feeling sleepy, you’re sliding clean towels onto a shelf in the linen closet with Steve beside you choosing new sheets for the next two (or four depending on how busy things get) weeks. It’s not work that needs talking, and after a few years together you start to run out of things to say, but you decide you’ll fill it anyway. 

“Thanks.” 

“For what?” 

“You’re a good dad.”

Steve kisses your cheek, squeezing your arm as he bundles the new linens to his chest and passes back out of the closet. You follow him out. 

“Hey, I mean it,” you say. 

Steve looks at you in surprise. “Oh, sorry. That’s the miscommunication thing, right? I was supposed to say something, not just kiss you.” 

“No, I don’t need you to acknowledge me, Steve.” You laugh softly, “Just need you to know. You’re such a good dad. It means a lot to me that you’re so good because I know they can feel it. The girls.” You clear your throat. 

You hadn’t been expecting to get teary. Heat burns behind your eyes unbidden. 

Steve’s eyebrows jump. “You’re upset?” 

“It’s such a relief to know you’re you.” 

And Steve must understand how you feel about it, his parents stunningly absent for the majority of his teen years and even now. You don’t see them much, but when you do you’re greeted with handshakes and strange looks, like this is a blip in both of your lives. Like somehow your children will grow themselves and Steve can be the man they wanted him to be. He knows what it’s like to be alone and not enough. To miss the mark. To physically feel the space between you and the person who should love you most. 

He puts the linens on the end of the bed before standing in front of you. Your cheek is warm in his hand when he gives it a brief squeeze, your shoulder less so, your hand similarly cold. He threads your fingers together for a playful yank. “What are you thinking about?” he asks seriously. 

“Avery’s never gonna question if you love her.” 

He shakes his head. “Nope.” 

“You’re very emotionally mature.” 

“Wouldn’t say that.” 

“Me neither.” 

He looks tired tonight, hair falling into his eyes, t-shirt ill-fitting, rumpled at the hem, and his voice slightly scratchy as he murmurs, “Loving you makes me who I am, maybe you should be thanking yourself.” His lips twitch. “I should’ve said that at our wedding.” 

“You should’ve, I bet your mom would’ve cried.” 

“I doubt it.” 

He opens his arms invitingly, and you fall into one another for a quick, tight hug. You’d been expecting a longer embrace with a sweeter touch, but you know why he’s doing it this way: he doesn’t want to cry before bed, and the wound of your absent parents is a weary one. It’s taken too much time and energy from you both already. 

“Love you,” he says. 

You weasel your head back to take him in, savouring the stretch of his hands behind your shoulders and his genuine smile. “Biggest feeling in the world,” you say. 

“Liked that one?” he asks, encouraging your face back into his neck. “You gave me a family,” he adds, quieter, “I don’t really get how there are parents walking around who aren’t obsessed with their kids. I love them so much I can’t breathe sometimes. All i want is to make sure they know that… I was looking at Avery earlier and I couldn’t believe she was mine.”

“Steve.” 

“I think she has my two moles on her cheek. That’s crazy.” 

“What?” 

You and Steve creep into her bedroom to investigate. Sleeping, she’s his carbon copy, and sure enough, on her right cheek just adjacent to her lips, she has two small moles just like him. 

[vendrea]

Who’s on the Phone?

◖◗ pairing: nika muhl x fem!reader

mentions of alcohol

i’ve been feeling a little angsty | ib: Ring by Cardi B (feat. Kehlani)

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drea speaks! i like to incorporate latina influence in my work so that’s why “amor” is mentioned y pq es para mi gente so chicas lo hago por ustedes ! #laslatinasparanikamuhl 😸

“I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead

Now you all caught up, yeah”

◖◗ You play for the Aces, and your girlfriend, Nika plays for Seattle Storm. This is your first attempt at a long distance relationship and it’s harder than you thought.

wc: 1.6k

It’s been 17 days since you returned to Las Vegas after playing in seattle against their WNBA team. You’re holding a post-dub kickback at your apartment with your teammates; Kate and her girlfriend, A’ja, Kelsey, and Kierstan.

After an unkept promise of daily FaceTime calls with your girlfriend, missing one or two the last two days, you see your phone flashing from the corner of your eye.

With your blurred vision and clouded headspace combined, it took you a moment to realize it was Nika. You pick up the phone with no hesitation, “Oh my gosh, heyy baby.” You say, your words a little slurred, the shot you downed before starting to hit. Although, you didn’t receive a pleasured response from the girl on the other line.

Nika’s face drops at your tipsy state, irritation and concern written all over her face. She narrows her eyes as she looks at you, “Are you drunk?!”

Taken aback from her exclamation you attempt to shush her, “Shh. You’re so loud, and no, i’m not drunk. If I were, so what?” You roll your eyes, because you really weren’t in the mood to be told off like a child by their mother. Nika’s irritation rises as you answer her question with an attitude, her face contorting in annoyance as she stares at you through the screen.

“So what? We’ve talked about this before! You know I don’t like it when you get drunk, especially with all those pretty girls around you.”

You can’t help but laugh at the helpless Croatian’s frustration. “Oh my gosh, babe. You’re being dramatic, they’re my teammates. And it’s my house so it’s not like i’m at a bar, i’m safe. I wouldn’t bring anyone I think you’d disapprove of through that door” You try to reassure her, but you seem to speak to soon. Your teammate Kierstan comes in the picture, wrapping her arm around your neck with a slurred ‘Heyy!’

Nika’s eyes widen, her eyes darting across your screen. Her expression hardens, her jaw clenched as she spoke through gritted teeth, “Babe… who is that?”

“This is my teammate Kierstan, say hi Kier.” Nika’s hairs stand up at the way your nickname for the girl beside you rolls off your alcohol-laced tongue, infuriating her even more.

She bites her lip, trying to keep her anger under control but failing as she speaks “And why is she clinging onto you like that?”, deadpanning.

You feel the color draw out of your face, trying to shrug Kierstan off which she does compliantly, before she moves out of frame into the living room with your other teammates. “Sorry babe, she’s a little drunk.” You try to defend the situation, feeling kind of nervous on Nika’s reaction.

Nika’s anger doesn’t subsiside at your words, feeling like you’re not taking the situation as seriously as you should be.

She lets out a frustrated huff through her nose “You should tell her to cool it then… and maybe she should go home, ‘cause I don’t want to see her back again at yours”, she barked.

Her possessiveness would’ve been more of a turn on if you weren’t in frustrating turmoil with the brunette.

As you relocate to your bedroom for privacy, Nika can’t help but bring up the lack of communication between you two the past couple of days, adding it to the long list of things pissing her off at the moment.

You rub the temples of your head, “Can we not do this tonight? I said I’m sorry baby, what more can I say? I’ll make it up to you.”

Nika lets out an exasperated scoff, not satisfied with your half-hearted apology.

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you through the phone screen, her annoyance and hurt evident in her voice, “I don’t know, Y/N… maybe you could start by actually picking up my calls when you say you will?”

“I mean I picked up this call? I’ve just been busy with my team on court and off. You should be able to understand that Niks.” You start defensively, but waver your defense as you continue to explain. Nika furrows her eyebrows in irritation, your dismissive words only adding fuel to the fire of her hurt and anger.

“I know you’ve been busy, but you don’t think I am as well? I’m busy too, but I still make time for you… and you know that’s the only time I get to talk to you since you’re all the way in Las Vegas now!”

A pang of guilt hits your chest, leaving you two in silence for a few moments, there was nothing to argue against that. She was right. “I’ll try harder for you amor, I swear.” You say softly, fully processing your contemplation around Nika’s words.

Nika's anger ebbs slightly as she sees the look of guilt on your face, knowing that you finally realize the effect your lack of communication has on her.

She lets out a sigh, her shoulders slouching slightly as her expression softens "just... try harder, please. I don't like going a day or two without hearing from you, especially after you promised me all those Facetime calls. It’s hard enough when I can’t see you for another two and a half weeks.”

You nod, your mood completely shifted from the unraveled events of the call, paired with the lingering alcohol. A wave of sadness hitting you, you quickly try to dismiss exchanging conversation with your girlfriend any further.

"Goodnight, I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow." You let the girl across the screen know you’re saying your goodbyes.

Nika's heart aches at the sudden change in your tone, sensing the sadness and guilt in your words.

She nods and musters up a small smile, trying to hide her own hurt and disappointment from your words "Yeah... goodnight. I love you too...", her accent slipping out

She's about to end the call, but pauses at the last second "Hey... um, can I ask you something before you go?"

Your shoulders tense up, you don’t know whether you can mentally take another ounce of this conversation, but you give your girl a confirmation with a subtle head nod.

"Yeah, what's up?"

Nika's eyes dart down away from the screen for a moment before looking back up at you, her voice slightly shaky as she speaks

"Um... I just wanted to ask... when's the last time you went to the club while in Las Vegas?"

You're taken aback from the random and unlikely question, as your girlfriend’s always had a confident and quite cocky attitude. "Uhm, maybe like the other week? My team likes post celebrations, Why?"

Her eyes dim slightly at your answer, a slight frown forming on her face.

She tries to brush off the erupting feeling of insecurity in her chest as she asks her next question, "And um.. are there a lot of girls there?"

"Niks," You say softly, before continuing,

"If you're worried about me eyeing other girls or doing some sneaky shit, trust me, I only have eyes for you." Nika's frown deepens and her eyes flicker downward again as you say her nickname, rushing guilt hitting her for even questioning your loyalty. She looks back up at you, trying to keep the worry and insecurity out of her voice "I'm sorry... I know, it's just... I can't help but worry when you're in that environment with all those pretty girls. Especially whenever you don't talk to me for days at a time..."

"You're my pretty girl baby. None of those other girls matter. And again, i'm sorry for not taking the time to call you these past two days, I really don't know what else or more you want me to say, I've said i'll make it up to you..." You say in defeat, the constant mention making you more upset than you realize.

Nika feels her anger melt away as you speak, your words soothing her worries and insecurities, but at the same time making her feel guilty that she's upsetting you.

She lets out a sigh and runs a hand through her hair, her voice quiet and sheepish "I know, and you don't have to say anything else. I guess I just get a bit jealous sometimes... I mean, these girls get to see you and talk to you and be around you all the time..."

"But I don't talk to them babe. I'm only ever with my teammates or my friends.

Any other girl that isn't you isn't even a thought that comes across my mind." You say sternly, you truly wanted the girl to believe your words. “Nobody can compare to you."

Nika feels her heart flutter in her chest at your words, your reassurance and adoration for her washing over her like a wave of peace and comfort.

She nods, a small smile forming on her face as she looks at you through the screen, the worry and jealousy gradually fading from her eyes

"I know, I know... I just really miss you y'know? So sometimes I get all insecure and I'm so sorry for acting the way I did. I should've been more understanding and I trust you, I really do."

"It’s okay baby, I get it when your states away. Don't stress about it okay? I love you the same, that'll never change.

Goodnight babe."

Nika nods and lets out a long sigh, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders

She gives you a little smile and bites her lip, looking down then back up at you through the screen

"Okay... I love you so much... goodnight.

Get some rest, alright?"

"I will baby." You return a smile, and blow her a kiss before hanging up. Before you hit the hay, you order Nika a bouquet of her favorite flowers with a box of chocolates that'll arrive on her doorstep when she wakes up.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Count Alexei Vronsky x wife!reader

Summary: Your husband comforts you on your period.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: blood. having a period lol, probably shitty Russian translation

~ sorry this took soooo so long, anon! i also realize I have completely ignored our boy so here is some Vronsky love ~

COUNT VRONSKY MASTERLIST

You had a dreadful feeling in your stomach that this would happen. Your mind blanks as you feel the cramp coming on again and you can feel the blood drip down your thighs, being stopped by nothing and inevitably soaking your undergarments.

You feel dizzy as the darkness of the room seems to taunt you. You're too scared to move, in case that means you'll stain your husband's satin sheets—if you haven't already. You turn your head and look at Alexei, who is asleep, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in your head. Your heart thumps. You don't want to wake him for this, but everything hurts now.

You shift, the wetness pooling your thighs as tears prickle your eyes as you stir. Finally, you sit up and wince as you hold your stomach. You bend your head, keeping in pained whimpers as you don't dare stand and look at the bloody mess that is surely underneath you. 

"Милый (Darling)?" Your husband whispers and you jump, looking at him. The moonlight from the windows illuminates his features as he yawns, sits up and runs a hand in his blond hair. His eyes are bleary and shame hits you. 

You'd woken him up. 

To your horror, he reaches towards you as his hand touches the mattress. He frowns and pulls his hand away, realizing he's just touched what feels like blood.

"Are you hurt?" It's his first question. He's still exhausted as he sits up completely and crawls over the soft blankets to sit next to you, avoiding the stains he can see on the sheets. Alexei looks at you, seeing the blood on your nightdress and around you as well as the tears in your eyes. 

While he isn't the most educated on this issue, he isn't entirely useless either. His blue eyes soften and he takes your chin in his hand. "Милый (Darling), it's okay," he soothes, wiping your tears with his thumb. "It happens."

"The sheets," you whisper back, sniffling. 

"Can be washed or thrown away. It isn't a problem, мой голубь (my dove)." He looks down at you again. "Does it hurt terribly?"

You nod, gripping your nightdress. "I was going to draw myself a bath," you tell him. Alexei hums. He looks at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, it's four in the morning. He yawns again and runs his hand down his face, rubbing his eyes until he snaps awake. 

"Nonsense. I'll do it for you," he says and takes your hands, helping you stand. You wince as blood continues to drip down your legs and you look at your husband, appalled by your own body.

Alexei shakes his head. "Will you stop worrying? A bit of blood never hurt anyone, promise." 

He looks down at his blood-stained hands from earlier, having now stained yours, and grimaces a little. "We both need to clean up, Милый (Darling)," he says and guides you down the hall and into the bathroom.

You follow, a lump still in your throat. Alexei washes his hands in the sink, having you do the same before you stand in front of him, looking very miserable as the water runs into the tub. His soft hands glide across your skin, lifting your nightdress as he looks at you, no sign of perversion, simply pure admiration in his eyes. 

"You're always so beautiful," he tells you honestly, his hand on your hips. You have the undeniable need to cover up yourself as you stand naked in front of him. Alexei holds your hands in his when you try and he shushes you.

"Please don't hide from me," he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. "I didn't marry you just to have you hide yourself from me.”

You look at him, eyes still tired and teary, but you allow him to guide you into the bath, the warm water staining red but neither of you seems to mind as Alexei kneels beside you, scrubbing at your legs as he hums.

You watch him, taking in his hair and the way his blue eyes shimmer. "I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, Мой Милый (My darling)?"

You sniffle for the thousandth time, wetting the tips of your hair as you relax in the bath. The warm water soothes your cramps. "For making a mess. Waking you up." 

Alexei smiles and pushes some wet strands away from your eyes as he leans over, not caring that his nightshirt is a little damp now or that he's had to roll the sleeves up to his elbows, as he kisses your forehead. 

"In sickness and in health. I meant it. Until we die," Alexei whispers against your skin. "I'll take all the mess you throw at me, Красивый (beautiful)."

And he really does mean it.

tags: @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @princesssunderworld, @longlivedelusion, @earth-elemental18

[slut4thebroken]

Until Next Time

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | The second time Neil sees the stranger, he gets a little bolder.

Warnings | Smut, non con, 18+, sexual content, non consensual everything lol, Neil being a creep once again, in public, groping, grinding, thigh fucking, kissing, blackmail, pervy needy Neil.

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | And yes you horny bastards, there will be a part 3 🙄

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Part 1

Every single time he took the subway he was constantly looking around, seeing if you were there. After a couple weeks he started losing hope. He still jerked off to the pictures he took of you, but he accepted that he wasn’t going to see you again. 

That was one week ago. 

He was standing in the subway car looking at his phone when he heard it. “Sorry about that.” He would recognize your sweet voice anywhere. His head snapped up and he looked around until he found you. 

You looked even prettier than he remembered. Your makeup was still subtle, but this time for the day rather than for a club or wherever it was you went, and your hair looked just as soft as last time. He couldn’t see past your neck though. 

He started subtly moving toward you, trying not to draw attention or make it look like he was walking closer. When the doors opened and people were going in and out, he walked quickly, blending in with the movement. You stepped back to give people more room and he was almost behind you now. He could see that you were wearing a tank top— which makes sense given that it’s the middle of summer. But he couldn’t see anything else yet. 

His cock was already fattening up in his pants just staring at you. He waited a tortuously long time for the doors to open again, then he was moving quickly until he was behind you. He saw now that you were wearing a skirt. A pleated one that was just the right length to make you look unintentionally slutty. You were shorter than him now that you weren’t in heels and he stepped a little closer to get a view of your tits again. Were you even wearing a bra? If you were, it must've been strapless. 

He ignored the painful tightness of his pants and focused on you. Were you wearing shorts this time? He prayed the answer was no. Pushing down his nerves, he tentatively raised his hand to lightly grab your hip, making you turn around. Before you could say anything he was shushing you. 

“Before you yell, I want to show you something.” He said quietly, releasing your hip to grab his phone. You seemed to recognize him now, especially when he pulled up a picture and showed it to you. “These have been really useful personally… but I’m sure a lot of other men would love to see it. I’d hate for them to get spread around…” You stood there frozen, staring at the picture of your panties. “I hope you don’t have an important job… This kind of thing will set you off on a completely different path.” He frowned mockingly. 

“M-my face isn’t even in it… There’s no way to know that’s me.”

“Yeah but employers don’t really care about technicalities. One accusation and you’re done.” He shrugged. “So,” he pocketed his phone and placed his hand back on your hip, “are you gonna yell? Or are you gonna be a good little girl and not fuck up your reputation?” He waited for you to respond, but you just stared at him with teary eyes, silently begging him not to. “Smart choice. Turn around.” He said quietly. 

Once you obeyed, he placed both hands on your hips and slid them up to your waist, then back down. He stood closer so he could look down at your tits, hearing your breath hitch when his bulge brushed your ass. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. “I’ve thought about you every day since then.” You tried to step forward but he just pulled you back, keeping you planted firmly in front of him. One of his hands slid down to grope your ass and it was better than he could’ve imagined. 

“I’ve thought about coming on this ass again every single fucking day.” He groaned, placing a kiss on the back of your neck. When he suddenly turned you around, you gasped and placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He snaked his hands up your waist, then up even more until he was groping your tits over the tank top. He bit back a moan once he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Jesus Christ.” He murmured, massaging them in his hands. 

“S-stop… Someone will see.” You whispered, trying to push him back by his chest. 

“Someone will see if you draw attention to us. Stay nice and quiet and we’ll be fine, baby.” He looked around behind you and when he was sure no one was watching, he brought his hands down to your thighs and slipped them under your skirt. You gasped when he roughly cupped your ass and pulled you closer. 

With his bulge pressed to your pelvis, he groaned quietly and started rubbing it against you. Under his hands, he could feel the lacy panties you were wearing and he ached to find out what they looked like, but he had to be patient. 

His back was only inches away from the wall and everyone in front of you was facing away, toward the doors. It was practically perfect. Keeping one hand on your ass to hold you still, he moved the other one up to grope your tits again. He was focused on your nipples just barely poking through the fabric, but when he heard a low whimper, his eyes snapped up to your face. There were still tears in your eyes, but your cheeks were flushed and you were biting your bottom lip, holding in any sounds. 

“I fucking knew you wanted this. You’re probably already wet too, huh?” He chuckled quietly and you shook your head with a quiet whine. “No?” He cooed mockingly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “I think you’re lying to me.” 

“I- I’m not,” you started, but cut off with a gasp when he suddenly pulled your tank top down, exposing your tits. “Wait-” You whispered, panicking. 

“If you make a scene, you’ll draw attention. So go ahead, baby. Make a scene.” He dared and you looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone had noticed what was happening. When you finished examining everyone, you closed your eyes and a tear rolled down your cheek, making his cock throb in his pants. He cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on your ass, then started rubbing up against you even harder. With your tits now out, he used his free hand to grope them, roughly pinching and pulling on your nipples, making you hiss in pain. Once he was satisfied with touching them, he grabbed his phone again. 

“Wait,” You tried to stop him, but he gave you a warning glare and grabbed your ass hard enough to force a whimper out of you. So you shut your mouth and let your arms hang limply by your sides. He took a few pictures, then lifted the front of your skirt to take a few more, this time getting your tits and panties in frame. Before putting his phone away, he righted your clothes, then turned you around and lifted your skirt, getting more pictures of your ass that was barely covered by the slutty lace panties you were wearing. 

“Take them off.” He ordered, pocketing his phone again and turning you back around to face him. 

“What?” You choked out. 

“Take off your fucking underwear. Now.” When you heard his tone, you used shaky hands to slowly push them down your legs, then step out of them. You placed them in his open palm and he immediately lifted them up to his face and inhaled deeply. “Fuck.” He hissed and you let out an embarrassed whine. “God you smell fucking incredible.” He groaned quietly, already getting excited at just the thought of being able to smell your cunt when he jerks off at home. 

Unable to take it anymore, he stuffed your underwear in his pocket, pulled your tank top back down to expose your tits, then grabbed your ass under your skirt and continued grinding his bulge against you. His movements were desperate and far too obvious for their current setting, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was how soft your ass was, how pretty and perfect your tits were, and how beautiful you looked trying to hold back tears from his assault. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispered with a small smile. Suddenly leaning forward, he kissed across your neck, making you whimper quietly. He bit and licked, but mostly focused on sucking the skin into his mouth, leaving as many marks as possible. He wanted everyone to see how much of a pathetic slut you are for him— for a stranger. As the intoxicating smell of your perfume invaded his senses, he groaned and his kisses got sloppier. 

Anyone who looked back would just see a couple being slightly perverted in public, with him grabbing your ass and kissing your neck. But they wouldn’t know that you were bare under your skirt, letting him mark you and claim you as he got himself off with your body. They wouldn’t be able to see the way your tits were out, your hard nipples pressing against his chest. And they wouldn’t be able to see the way you were crying silently. 

When he pulled away from your neck, he kept his face only inches from yours, feeling your breath fanning his lips. Unable to hold back, he moved one hand to fist your hair and hold your still as he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. You whimpered and tried to push him back, but he was unmoving. Wanting to deepen it, he forced his tongue in your mouth, licking into the kiss, making you whine and try even harder to pull back. He couldn’t really decipher the taste of your mouth but it was something sweet. After another moment, he pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. 

“Fuck, baby.” He rasped, voice thick with arousal. His orgasm was nearing quickly and he looked around once more, then released you to open his pants and free his cock, making you stiffen. 

“W-wait,” Your breathing grew shallow as your eyes widened. He shushed you and grabbed your ass again, pulling you closer until his cock was between your thighs, pressed up against your heat. 

“Kiss my neck, baby. C’mon.” He all but whined, desperately bucking his hips and fucking your thighs. “You know what I’ll do if you don’t.” He said through a breath, making you stiffen, but lean forward. He held his breath until your lips pressed against his neck. “Oh my god.” He whimpered. “Leave some marks.” He practically begged. 

Reluctantly, you sucked and licked and kissed and bit all over his neck. Leaving a few marks and making him even needier. Through heavy lidded eyes, he looked around the crowded subway car, finding everyone still either facing away from them, or focused on something. This was so fucking perfect. 

“Good girl. Keep going… Put your hands in my hair.” With a silent sob, you lifted your hands and gently grabbed his hair. “God— you’re gonna make me come.” He said through a breathy laugh. “Squeeze your thighs together.” You obeyed and he had to bite down on your shoulder to stifle a moan. 

His hips started bucking more frantically now. If anyone looked over, it wouldn’t take them long to figure out that something inappropriate was going on. But he was so fucking horny and drunk on you that he didn’t even care. He wouldn’t care if every single person turned around and started watching. They wouldn’t see your tits or feel your ass like he could, they couldn’t feel your lips or the softness of your thighs. So he didn’t give two shits if people wanted a free show. It didn’t change the fact that you were his.  

“You’re so good at this.” He whined, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his neck and your body against his. He was able to smell your perfume and your hair so clearly and it was making his brain practically go blank. 

When the subway stopped, he paused and held you close to make sure no one could see your tits. He waited until the subway started moving again before continuing, listening to the automated voice call out the next stop— his stop. Tightening his grip on your ass, he started rutting his hips faster as he chased his orgasm. You continued kissing over his neck and lightly pulling on his hair, getting him so worked up that his dick almost hurt with how hard it was. 

“Don’t stop… don’t stop, baby.” He whispered breathily, moving one hand from your ass to squeeze and grope your tits. You whined quietly and it was like everything inside him just snapped. He bit down on your shoulder and pulled his hips back to jerk himself off quickly until he finally fell over the edge. Each rope of come that shot out his cock landed between your legs, covering your cunt in his seed— marking you. He grunted quietly as he panted, riding it out and savoring it as much as possible. When his orgasm finally faded, he tucked himself back in his pants, then pulled back to look at you with a smile. 

“You’re such a good girl.” He chuckled, taking out his phone. “Lift your skirt for me.” You let out a silent sob, but took the bottom of it in your shaky hands and slowly pulled it up. He took a few close up pictures of your pussy and some wider shots when his come started dripping down your thighs, then pulled back even more to get your tits in it too. “Smile.” He chuckled, getting once of just your face and your tits. That’ll probably be the one he uses the most. He put his phone away and bit his lip as he stared at you, reaching out to feel your tits one last time. 

“Goddamn…” He muttered to himself. The subway slowing down snapped him out of the trance he was in. “This is my stop. Thanks again.” He smiled, moving his gaze up to look into your glossy eyes. “Until next time.” The way he said it was as if you both had your own inside joke now. You didn’t respond as you fixed your tank top and wiped the tears and mascara tracks from under your eyes, but he wasn’t exactly expecting you to. When the subway finally stopped and the doors opened, he walked out, already imagining what would happen the next time he saw you. 

Part 3

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[maxillness]

╰┈➤You’re Gonna Help Me || MS7 x Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, oral (f), drivers room sex, fingering

Wordcount: 1k

Request: Have you seen the clips of Michael storming down the paddock to confront someone (David C, I think). Just after that, that’s all I have to say 🫣

Michael had almost lapped Coulthard, but the two of them collided, making him DNF

Michael was beyond mad. He stormed down to the McLaren garage

Everyone at Ferrari tried to stop him, but was at no use

Everyone was trying to pull him back and get him back to his own garage

She stepped infront of him, pushing at his chest “Stop it” He looked down at her “It’s not worth it”

He sighed softly before taking a grip on her bicep, pulling her with him down to the Ferrari garage

“Michael! What- let go of me” He dragged her into his drivers room, pushing her up against the locked door, his lips on hers

She took his face into her hands, pushing him slightly away. He groaned slightly at the absent feeling of her lips

“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” She asked confused, feeling the slight stubble under her hands

“I’m mad and you’re gonna help me, okay?” His tone was demanding, but still made sure to check if it was okay with her

She hesitated slightly, but nodded “Yes” She barely got the confirmation out before his lips was back on hers

She moaned softly into the kiss as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her further up into the door

He licked her bottom lip, and she wasted no time to open her mouth enough for him to push his tongue into her mouth, pressing against hers

She gasped slightly at the new feeling of his tongue against hers, swirling slightly around eachother

His lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw and to her neck “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me” she mumbled against her skin “Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Yes” She choked out, covering a moan

“Good girl” He Said, placing open mouthed kisses on her neck, making her release small whimpers

He chuckled slightly against her neck while one of his hands worked on getting the button of her pants open

“Michael, please” She whispered in a needy tone when he slid his finger beneath her panties

She whimpered slightly as she felt the rough pad of his finger against her clit

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” Michael panted over a soft chuckle, his lips softly on her jaw

“Michael… Please” She whimpered, her hips moving against his hand, her arms around his neck, one hand in his hair

She yelped slightly as he picked her up by the back of her thighs, lifting her over to the couch before laying her down on it softly

She whimpered softly as he lifted her hips up so he could pull her pants down and off of her

He placed open mouthed kisses from her knee and down to her inner thigh, drawing out small whimpers and whines from her

“Michael-“ “Shh. Patience” He shushed her whine, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs

She had to bite down on her hand to muffle a moan when he started attacking her clit with his tongue, his hands tight on her thighs

One of his hands went from her thigh to his fingers teasing her entrance

Her hand was tight in his hair, her other hand covering her mouth as he pushed in two fingers

“Michael, please” She whimpered as he started curling his fingers upwards, hitting her spot perfectly

Her thighs shook slightly as he continued the movements of both his tongue and fingers, feeling herself get closer, her walls clenching down around him

Michael pulled out and away from her, making her whimper from the loss of touch and stimulation, her hands now both down by her sides

She panted softly as Michael leaned back on his knees, pushing his suit down just enough to get his cock out

He leaned over her body, positioning himself between her legs

She wrapped her arms around his neck subconsciously

Michael’s hand went over her mouth as he pushed himself into her, covering a moan

His hips were stilled letting her adjust while his lips worked on her neck, hearing her soft panting through the gaps of his fingers

She moved her legs to be wrapped around Michael’s hips, encouraging him to start moving which he did, slow and soft

He rested his head into the crook of her neck, smirking slightly as he heard her mumbled moans as he went faster and harder with his thrusts, but making sure to not to make any significant sounds between their skin

“Fuck, you’re pretty” He groaned softly, kissing the side of her neck, feeling himself getting closer to his orgasm

Her nails were digging into his shoulders through his fireproofs, sure to leave marks for him to feel later

“Close” She managed to mutter out behind the palm of his hand, her walls clenching down around him

“Come for me, Liebling” He moaned softly, watching as her eyes were shut closed

Her nails dug further into his shoulders, keeping herself from screaming his name as she came, shaking around him

“Hold on, Schatz. Just a moment longer” He spoke softly, hearing her whines and whimpers of overstimulation

He grunted softly, stilling his hips as he spilled his cum inside her

They both panted softly, his head in the crook of her neck, his hand now away from her mouth, caressing her thigh instead

She was standing in front of the small mirror in his drivers room, trying to fix her messy hair before giving up and just putting it into a bun “Y’know… If you ever need to ‘de-anger’ again…” She looked at him through the mirror “You know where to find me”

He stood up slowly, walking over to her before wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder softly “I’ll hold you up to that”

[ethernights]

Arthur Morgan Headcanons :3

he’s a killer no he’s my little pookie bear (gn! reader)

I feel like he’s super domestic - that one of his favourite things in the world is just to be at camp with you

Not even doing anything particular he just loves being around you while being safe and comfortable in camp

He most definitely loves cuddles in the mornings. He roles over in the morning and takes in your sleeping form, slowly and tentatively he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him planting soft little kisses and with his large hands tracing the lines of your back.

“Mornin’ sweetheart” he says as you stir with that handsome goofy smile he never does as often as you’d like.

You plant a soft, lazy kiss on his lips “Morning handsome”. He opens his mouth to object but you shush him and settle down into his arms.

“I don’t want to get up” you mumble into his chest. He lets out a hearty chuckle, “do ya’ want Miss Grimshaw to beat you up?”

You laugh too, “No, but i want to just say here a little longer”

“Me too love. Just a little while longer ok?”

He’s so gentle towards you, not because he thinks you’re fragile but because he’s so afraid of hurting not just you but everyone he cares about.

Is always sketching you, wether you’re looking or not. Even before you got together, he’d have just pages dedicated to you (not in the creepy way) doing the hundreds of different things you do each day.

Pretty sketches of you picking flowers with Jack, with said flowers in your hair, chopping vegetables with Pearson, carrying in kindling from the forest and cutting wood. Anything really - it’s the only drawings that he really loves to look back on, especially when he’s away from camp and missing you.

With your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, you wipe the thin sheen of sweat from your forehead after chopping up some wood for camp - you spot Arthur sitting on his bed, nose in his journal sketching away. When his looks up, his pretty blue eyes meet yours- he adverts his gaze and shoves his nose back into his journal with a blush spreading over his cheeks and nose.

When he sees you walking over to him, he (not very discreetly) closes his journal and places it beside him as you sit next to him.

“What you drawing cowboy?” you smile, noticing the redness of his cheeks.

“I uh, jus’ pretty things i seen” he says avoiding your gaze.

“Can i see?” you ask as he looks a little hesitant.

“I guess-“ He says opening up his journal to his recent page.

You read your name scribbled atop of the page in his pretty cursive writing, however the charcoal drawing of you drawing the axe down into the wood makes you blush a little. The other sketches of your face and side profile make you smile - you admire the scratches of the charcoal against the page, how he captures the high points and the low points of your face.

“These are beautiful Arthur” You say, amazed with his talent.

Instinctively he goes to say some self-depreciating comment, not used to accepting praise but he sees your wide eyes and large smile. “Thank you sweetheart”

He also really likes riding with you on the same horse, in-front or behind him he doesn’t care. He loves the way you wrap your arms around him and hold onto his gun belt. Or way that you lean back into his chest while he has one hand on the reins and the other resting atop your thigh or his arm wrapped around your stomach.

Overall i think he loves physical affection - giving and receiving, it’s definitely his love language. Just holding you and admiring you is his personal definition of heaven. PDA is definitely not his thing though, he much prefers the privacy of his tent or the quietness and peace of the wilderness even if it doesn’t last long while the two of you are there.

[silvergyus]

Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

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Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

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Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Could you please do 14 with art from the comfort prompts? Maybe handjobs while he has his back to the reader if things get spicy 🤭🤭

Anyways, your fics never fail to amaze me! Always look forward to reading them💗💗

I'm getting the sense y'all would like me to write #14 from the comfort prompts with Art Donaldson 🤔

Also thanks, nonnies!!

Warnings: Fluff, handyj's, subby Art Donaldson, praise kink, smattering of dirty talk, established relationship

"In here!" You called out. You listened as Art's footsteps grew closer, and your brows furrowed as you heard him slow just outside.

"It's okay, you can open the door."

Art seemed a little perplexed by how dim the bathroom was, but as he spotted the candles you'd put around your jacuzzi tub and the glass of wine on the side table, it all seemed to fall into place.

"How was your—What are you doing?" You laughed as Art began to strip off.

"What does it look like?"

Your eyes drifted down over his muscled chest, lip drawing between your teeth as he shoved his pants and underwear down around his ankles before kicking them off. You grinned, scooching back against the tub as Art climbed in in front of you. He groaned as he settled in, cradled against you.

"Comfortable?" You teased, brushing your lips against his temple.

"Very."

You curled your arms around his shoulders, closing your eyes as you savored the peace of his body pressed against yours.

"How was practice?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments. Art shifted a little, raising his hands and trailing gently over your bent knees.

"...Art?" You pressed.

"I don't wanna talk about practice."

It wasn't the answer you were hoping for. It wasn't Art's first career slump, likely wouldn't be the last—but you knew better than to remind him of that.

"I wanna talk about you," He added, tipping his head back to get a look at you. "Feel like I've barely seen you the last few days."

"We've been busy."

He craned his neck, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "Tell me about your day."

"It was fine, boring. The usual."

"What's the usual?"

"Art."

"Please?" He urged again, taking your hands in his and intertwining your fingers. He raised one to his lips before resting it over his heart. "I've missed your voice."

You smiled as he snuggled closer, the water swirling around the two of you.

"Well...I woke up around seven. You'd already left, obviously."

"Mm."

"I had breakfast, got dressed, sat down at my desk and worked all day."

"You stop for lunch at least?"

"I didn't have time."

"Baby."

"I know, I know," You sighed. "Things just kept coming up and before I knew it, it was 6:30."

"Explains the wine."

"Yes it does." You untangled one of your hands to reach up, gently combing through his hair. "Want some?"

"Not right now."

"...You're too wound up, you know."

Art sighed heavily, head flopping back against your shoulder again. You took in his closed eyes, his slightly pinched expression.

"You are," You insisted, lowering your hand from his hair. You trailed your nails over his shoulder, down past your joined hands on his chest. "I know you need something to get you going on the court, but having your gut all tight like this makes you all..." You slid your hand beneath the water, trailing along his inner thigh. "Stiff. And not in the fun way."

Art smiled, huffing a laugh. "Is that so?"

"Mhm. You need to relax."

"Any suggestions on how I might do that?"

"Well, I'm no tennis coach..." You curled your fingers around his shaft, smiling as he pulled a stunned breath in. "So my ideas may be a little...Rudimentary."

You stroked him gently, shushing him softly as he whined, pushing up into your touch. You grasped him a little more firmly, moving in long, even strokes as you felt him hardening in your touch. Art turned his head, mouthing at your jaw and neck, anything that he could reach.

"That's it," You murmured, watching a blush spread across his neck as you swiped your thumb across the head of his cock. "Fuck, you're so beautiful Art." You twisted your wrist as he whimpered, and bit your lip as his teeth grazed your skin. "You've been working so hard...You just need someone to take care of you a little, hmm?"

The water sloshed around your legs as Art's hips rolled up into your hand. You could feel his hot breath pushing against your neck, his tongue flickering out to catch a droplet of sweat sliding down your skin.

You were so hot, so slick as his skin shifted and almost seemed to stick against yours. His legs knocked against yours as he reached down, curling his fingers around your forearm. You watched his hips judder, his back arching as he spilled across his abs. You smiled, smearing it into his skin as he sagged back against you. His heart pounded beneath your joined hands, his thumb skating along yours.

"We should get out of the tub," He mumbled.

"Because we're going to get pruney and we're sitting in jizz water?"

Art laughed, tipping his head back to nip at your jaw.

"And because I'd like to return the favor."