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mv1simp · 5 days ago

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requested: max + best friend + somnophilia + cum marking

Unforgettable ♥️

Max Verstappen x Best Friend!Reader

if you loved the girl then I’m so so sorry (i got to give it to her like we in a marriage)

You and Max grew up as childhood best friends, secretly enamoured with each other but prohibited to openly date by both your strict fathers. But as adults, there’s nothing to stop the naughty desires you two have for each other finally leading to pleasure activities. You just had no idea how naughty your Max’s desires for you had become as of late…

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom! Dark max, sub! Innocent reader, size kink, brief mentions of some teen max x reader being kinky, but mostly as adults, HEAVY on the somno!!, cum play/cum marking, WC 4.2k

You’ve known Max Verstappen your whole life. First as his childhood best friend, meeting through your fathers who both had a keen interest in racing. The young Max immediately became enamoured with how cute you looked grasping onto his sleeve to loyally follow him everywhere. He welcomed your constant support and cheering, a comfort to the cold discipline his own father gave him daily. You were the one source of happiness and positivity for him, with your sunshine smile and blushing cheeks as you oohed and ahhed at his track performance.

Your friendship continued easily through your teens, and then into adulthood, with you naturally moving to Monaco at his invitation. Just like you’d always done - with Max leading, and you obediently following. Of course, for a boy and a girl to be as close friends as the two of you were led to more than a few eyebrows being raised and curious questions asked, especially when Max’s career skyrocketed and he became one of the most famous athletes worldwide. But you both swear multiple times to your family, friends and the media - nothing of the romantic sort happened between the two of you, it was all completely platonic, just a healthy friendship. And that was the truth, because Max’s father had forbidden him from getting entangled with the little girl following him around as he had a racing career to focus on, and after that countless models to date - much more fitting for an F1 driver than some shy, girl next door type. And your strict, conservative father had raised you traditionally, sending you to an all girl’s high school and banning any boyfriends or dates of any sort. Max was in fact the only boy you were allowed to speak to, given how close your fathers were. But you weren’t to think about any boys until it was time to get married, your father had told you sternly. There’s too many bad men that would hurt my baby girl, he added with a ruffle of your dark curls.

Your father would have had a heart attack if he’d known that the teenage Max had already begun sneaking into your bedroom window nightly once you’d been sent to a different school than him. You’d found it so sweet that he misses you so much, saying that it wasn’t enough time to just see you on the weekends. Soon enough he’d end up falling asleep in your bed after you spent hours talking and reading racing magazines together, just like the sleepovers you two would occasionally have as toddlers when the adults had too much to drink.

You loved that Max would always be there for you, especially when you started having a hard time at your new school with a group of mean older girls. Max’s normally soft blue eyes had narrowed as you sadly mentioned how they’d made fun of you. He wiped the tears away at the corner of your eyes and assured you he’d help take care of it. You weren’t sure exactly what he’d done the next day when the group of girls all avoided eye contact and apologised to you publically, telling you they didn’t realise you were the girlfriend of Max Verstappen - who by now, was a international karting champion and set to join the junior Redbull team at only 16.

You’d blushed, trying to dismiss their belief of you being Max’s girlfriend that had started to become a frequent rumour these days. While it was true you’d always had a crush on the handsome blonde Dutchman, he’d never once shown you that he reciprocated your feelings, always just being a good friend to you. Like that evening when he jumped through your windowsill with familiar movements, waving off your grateful thanks and telling you it’s what best friends did for each other. Besides, you’re so tiny and cute, just like a bunny, it’s my job to look after you if I’m called the lion! He declared, alluding to your individual favourite childhood animals. Later, he curiously asked what the girls had actually teased you about, saying he’d forgotten to ask because he had been too angry with them. You blush a little, because you’re not sure if it’s too embarrassing to tell him as it’s a girl thing, Maxie…

He encourages you to tell him, insisting there were no secrets between the two of you, who’d practically known each other since birth. You couldn’t argue with that, and shyly tell him that it was because the older girls had seen you changing for sports class last week and had said you must have gotten a good surgeon with boobs like that. I-I don’t know what they mean, Maxie, you said with an anxious bite of your lip. Do they look weird?

Oh, Max had said, caught off guard, pretty blue eyes suddenly wide as they automatically drifted down to your clothed chest. Even through the pink camisole you’re wearing to bed, it’s hard to miss the way your new assets stretched the thin material to its limits. I’m sure they look nice, bunny. But I - his cheeks go pink - I can look at them properly if you want?

Your brown doe eyes go starry eyed and you nod happily at his offer. Will you, Maxie? Thank you so much! It’s so kind of you. Beaming up at your friend, you thank him again for his thoughtful offer as you lift the singlet above your breasts. You don’t really have any other friends to show them too, because you spend all your spare time with the Dutch boy, and your mother is also too strict like your father to talk about your teenage troubles with. You’d be lost without Max!

The blonde teen in question swallows as he intently looks at your bare chest, now exposed for him. The night breeze stiffens your nipples, making them stick out against your caramel skin. They’re very pretty, schatje, he finally says, his voice sounding a strange and deeper than normal, after he stares at them so long you start to get worried that there had been something wrong, after all. You tell him this, to which he reassures you soothingly, but you’re still on edge. What if my future boyfriend doesn’t like them, Maxie? Your best friend’s eyes darken suddenly at the mention of some other boy seeing your body in a way only he had been allowed to so far. You're a little taken aback at the unfamiliar, cold expression on his normally warm face, but then you blink and he's back to his blushing self, eagerly showering you with his reassurances because he never wants you to doubt how perfect he thinks you are.

So that’s why, now as adults living in his Monaco penthouse, Max makes it his personal mission to make sure you know how beautiful you are. Your conservative parents have no idea that you live together, of course - they still think you live in the quaint 1 bedroom apartment a few minutes away from your university campus. But your modest apartment had mysteriously been shut down by the Housing Council of Monaco, who’d told you there had been a termite infestation and you were indefinitely out of a place to live. You’d been puzzled why your apartment was the only one on your floor that seemed to be affected by something so contagious - but when Max generously offered to ease all your financial troubles and let you crash in his guest bedroom, you gratefully accepted. You’d never told your strict parents about the move, of course, since it was only meant to be temporary and they’d kick up a fuss over nothing.

You were so thankful to your best friend, and made sure to always clean up around the house and bake his favourite treats to repay him in some way. Max’s favourite way to destress after a long day is to cuddle against you on the sofa, burying his face in your pillowy, soft chest as you giggle and run a comforting hand through his blonde locks. He complains about drama with his team and car this season, husky voice muffled against your clothed breasts. The low vibrations would make you involuntarily shiver and he’d always know when you were wearing a bra, because he wouldn’t be able to see your tempting nipples through your top. Schatje, he’d say sternly with a disapproving glare, yanking your pastel cardigan up and revealing a cute, lacy bralette. We talked about this, it restricts your circulation, it’s not healthy to wear a bra at home too, hmm? You apologise sweetly, pouting and telling him that you were sorry, it was just you’d had to wear one for your university tutorial earlier and sometimes your back really starts hurting if your bra isn’t supporting the weight of your chest…

Hmm, let’s see how we can fix that, okay bunny? He lifts you to sit in his lap, your back to his toned abs, and your underwear coming into direct contact with his jeans underneath your miniskirt. Sliding his large, strong hands over your smaller waist, he makes you gasp as he unclasps your bra and starts gently squeezing your bare breasts. The soft flesh fills his palms, and you shyly ask him what he was doing, he didn't have to trouble himself helping you. When he shushes you, reassuring you that he was just massaging the tension and pain out of your tits, see, doesn’t that feel good schat? You find yourself nodding, leaning back against his broad chest because and biting your lip because it did feel amazing. You didn’t know that being touched there would make you feel dirty things someplace else, like in the place between your legs that begins to feel warm and tingly. Especially when Max would roll your nipples in between his large fingers, or when he’d press his tongue in between your bare tits and lick at your caramel skin. You couldn’t resist arching your back into his talented mouth when he latched onto your areolas, unable to control the breathless moans that escaped. You were seriously so lucky to have a friend who took your comfort and health so seriously!

Of course, you were clueless that Max had taken the boundaries well beyond what would be considered acceptable for any other friendship. You still barely had any friends outside of Max - especially since your friendship with him kept you so busy, flying around the world with him constantly. But everything you two did felt so natural, like a progression of how you’d looked after each other other as kids, that you never felt weird or uncomfortable. You only ever felt good with Maxie. That was also why you’d always call him first when you were on a night out and had gotten a bit too tipsy - you didn’t trust anyone else to look after you. Max had warned you, just like your father had, about all the bad men who were out and would hurt you. He very rarely let you go out without him for this very reason.

But when you would, for a girlfriend’s birthday dinner or the other, he’d be the one to drive you home and carry you up to the apartment. He’d smirk at your drunk antics, where you’d whine it was too damn hot and start sloppily tearing off your cute, sweetheart minidresses. He loved when you got like this, obediently crawling into bed with him in scraps of lace, when normally sober you put up a fuss that only a couple slept like that, it was wrong, his girlfriend wouldn’t like this! Pulling your pliant form into his warm chest, he’s pressing kisses to your forehead before sliding his tongue into your open, pink mouth. You kiss him back passionately, breathlessly chanting his name, contently lost in how nice his lips feel. You loved the familiar feeling of Max’s arms around you, always making you feel safe and protected. And when his large, strong palms run up and down your sensitive body, sending electric shivers running when his bare skin touches yours, you can’t help but moan sweetly into his mouth. Mmmhh, feels good, Maxie you slur, eyes fluttering shut and thick ass grinding back against his clothed bulge, before you fall asleep from his slow, rhythmic movements as he explores your tired body.

Secretly, not that you’d ever admit it, you knew there was something a little naughty with the way he touched you. You’d watched enviously through cracked doors when he’d touched his girlfriends in the same way, hating when his attention was on some other girl and not on you. But you could never ask him sober to take care of you like that, not when you were sure he thought of you like a friend. So you frequently started to get a bit too tipsy out on a night out, knowing it was much easier to cross the line of friendship into something more when you could blame it all on the tequila. And your Maxie would never turn down a chance to reciprocate your touchiness - his love language was physical touch, after all!

You had no idea that after you'd fall asleep, your precious Maxie’s fun really began, every night that he managed to bring you into his Californian King. If you hadn’t been so naive you would know it was far from normal for a guy friend to climb into bed with his drunk girl friend, who was wearing nothing but some white lacy lingerie underneath her clubbing dress that's abandoned on the floor. Lingerie which he now pulls to the side as he squeezes your juicy tits and lightly fingers the entrance of your pussy. His dark, hungry gaze rake over your tempting form, taking in your curves that have now filled out. He lazily jerks himself off to the pretty little thing passed out in his bed, peppering kisses to your chubby cheeks, your delicate neck, and to your plush breasts which bounce with each sleepy breath you take.

And once your breaths turn heavy and slow when deep sleep claims you, there’s nothing stopping him from slipping his angry, leaking cockhead out and sliding it along your puffy folds. You unknowingly drip your wetness all over his shaft as he groans into your ear, his breath warm as he pants desperately above your peacefully sleeping face. Sometimes he can’t resist and slips just the tip into your tight little hole, the one you still thought was untouched by anyone.

You’d probably die if you knew the truth - that your cunt had in fact been abused many times by your best friend. Max regularly enjoyed teasing your puffy slit with his fingers, his tongue and of course his cockhead- all while you lay blissfully sleeping next to him. He’d take any chance he could, no matter how risky. One time you’d passed out on Max’s lap aboard his private jet, exhausted from the day at a boiling hot Qatar race. He’d stroked your curls lovingly, murmuring sweet nothings to you until you were in a deep sleep on his thick muscular thighs, even drooling a little onto his jeans. All he’d had to do was dim the cabin lights and half cover your face with a blanket under the guise of not disturbing you if anyone walked past.

Nobody would have been able to guess that underneath the privacy of the blanket, Max Verstappen was slowly sliding his aching, fat cock into your wet mouth. You’d instinctively started suckling on it like a lollipop, making him chuckle at what a natural slut you were for him. Grabbing a hold of your curls, he’d easily manoeuvred your soft, pliant lips up and down his shaft, enjoying the drool you left all over his warm length. Breathing heavier, his movements quickened and his thrusts became shallower until he finally goes still, tensing in your mouth and spurting ribbons of his cream down your throat. You’d slept straight through the dinner service, after all. Afterwards, you’d woken up with sticky lips and an unfamiliar taste on your tongue, dazedly blinking up at Max who was playing on his phone above your sleeping figure on his lap. Good nap, schatje? he croons adoringly at you, brushing your hair lovingly when he sees you’d awakened. You’d nodded happily, feeling content and secure in his hold.

Lately, sneaking around while you were asleep hadn’t been enough for the world champion. He wanted you all to himself, all the time. His new tactic involved making sure you knew that his latest girlfriend - or his model "pump and dump of the month" as his guy friends joked - had broken up with him. All because she’d heard you had climbed into bed with him naked, tipsy after a night out, Max would declare to your with a dramatic sigh. Or she’d found your lacy underwear mixed in with Max’s laundry, and had accused him of cheating before storming out. He wondered what his exes would have done if they found out the lacy things he’d had lying around were actually due to his dirty habit as a teen of stealing your underwear to sniff and guiltily keep in his stash. It was a twisted desire he hadn’t grown out of as an adult, instead just finding your new panties sexier and enjoying ruining them with his cum now. Some nights, when he was feeling particularly possessive of you, he’d pull one lacy side up to slide his length underneath, now rubbing his drooling cockhead against the juicy swell of your ass. One night he’d even just slipped your panties all the way off, jerked off slowly to them as his other hand explored your pliant body greedily, making you gasp breathlessly when he buried his face in between your jiggling tits and gently bit your cute nipples. After cumming a thick load into the pink lacey fabric, he then slid the ruined panties back over your curvy ass. You’d remained completely clueless to your best friend’s filthy nighttime acts in your bed, blissfully dreaming.

So after telling you that you must have left your panties in his bed the last time you passed out there drunk, and made his girlfriend angry, Max would sigh, rubbing his head and making sure to out on a grand show of looking tired and weary as he fed you some new lie about how you were the reason his girlfriends had called it quits.

You’d anxiously comfort him, your doe eyes worried as you studied his tense figure. Just like he’d hoped, you couldn’t resist offering to help him in any way he needed - including taking over any bedroom activities his girlfriends had been performing for him, if he wanted. You weren’t very good, because you still had never had a boyfriend…but you promised to try your best to do it just how Max liked it. After all, that’s what good friends were for, right?

So that’s why you obediently wake him up every morning with your lips on his heavy morning wood. All of his girlfriends woke him up like this, Max insisted, otherwise his balls would be too full for him to go to driving practise comfortably. And since he loved to sleep in late ever day, you had no choice but to miss your morning lectures. Instead of getting the college education you’d promised your parents, you’re worshipping your best friend’s large cock with eager strokes of your hand and wet licks of your tongue, following his instructions. You hadn’t liked going near the base, to his heavy balls at the start, finding them uncomfortable to fit in your small mouth. Max had noticed your dislike for then very quickly and soon kept a strong grip on your curls, pressing your thick lips into his morning wood to make sure you blew him just how he wanted it.

After your daily breakfast of Max’s thick cream down your throat, you two would shower together, just like he liked doing with all his ex girlfriends. This part you did know about, having come home early one day and overhearing Max fucking his latest up against the shower wall. You’d never imagine that one day you’d be getting to replace her, gasping out ah ah ahs! as Max rubbed his drooling, angry cockhead against your slick folds. You bite your lip as you dirtily fantasise about your tall, muscular best friend behind you forcing his way into your cunny. Just a little bit, of course, maybe just the tip, you dreamily thought.

Max had always been good at knowing what you wanted without you asking, given how long he'd known you. So he gives you exactly what you'd been naughtily thinking about, "accidentally" sliding his impossibly hard head into your dripping folds when he reached forward to adjust the already perfect water temperature. You squeal in shock, quickly trying to turn around and see what he was doing, but you're no match for his strength. Max's strong hands pin your thick hips in place as his much taller frame presses into you from behind, his lips brushing your ear to whisper dirty things and making your brain go foggy. Hearing your beloved Maxie huskily groan that your ass felt amazing, like it was built to take my cock, bunny made your heart beat rapidly in excitement. You didn't even notice that he'd bullied a good third of his massive erection into your clenching pussy, or when he came with a desperate groan, his face buried in your neck from behind. The warm shower water mixed with his creamy release and leaving you none the wiser about what he'd just pumped inside your virgin hole.

And little, naive you had no idea just how many times your possessive best friend had exposed your defenceless body to his thick cream. The twisted idea of training your holes to always welcome his, and only his cum, filled Max’s head with dark pleasure. He wanted to leave you begging and desperate for his release, even though you would have no idea just how or why you’d ended up developing such a craving for it. That was why he always made sure to touch and play with your over sensitive body, especially your cute, swollen clit and pretty nipples. Both because he loved feeling you up like you belonged to him, and because when he’d inevitably spurt his cum through your drooling, open mouth as you softly snore against his pillows. Your sleepy brain began to subconsciously associate the unfamiliar taste with delicious, tingly pleasure.

And if you’d make him mad when you spent too long talking to one of the other guys in his garage, instead of diligently at his side, he took his training of you to the next level. That meant cumming all over a batch of freshly baked and frosted white chocolate and rasberry cupcakes - your favourite! You always clapped your manicured hands in excitement when Max would pick up a box for you. They taste so good, you moaned as you eagerly dug into a second one, licking the white sticky frosting messily off your fingers. Even better than I remember!

The blonde Dutchman who’s eyeing you with a pleased smirk couldn’t stop the growing desire in his belly at the sight of you taking so much pleasure at eating his cum. So once he started this dirty habit of feeding you his release, he didn’t stop there - he was never one for half measures. He’d only have to close his eyes and picture your sleeping body, thin camisole mentally pulled up by his wandering hands to reveal your large tits. It’s a sight he’s been getting to enjoy almost nightly now, but it hasn’t stopped getting any less tempting. He easily spurts a generous load in a container of your favourite flavours of creamy vanilla ice cream. Slipping the box back into the freezer, he smirks to himself at the thought of getting to enjoy the sight of you licking it up off a spoon after dinner.

You've always had a major sweet tooth, and now that Max has started mixing his cum into your beloved desserts and sugary treats, you begin to associate his heady taste even more with raw desire. You start getting the same pleasurable high from deepthroating him as you do sucking on a strawberry lollipop. And your best friend just can't get enough of how addicted you've become to having his intoxicating, thick cum flood your mouth. So much so that you’re eager to fall to your knees to greet Max when you come home from class, obediently sucking his impressive cock as you show off your topless figure. And when you can tell he’s close, from how his handsome face is all flushed and he’s biting his pretty lips and murmuring fuck, schatje, it’s so fucking good, just like that-

You open your glossy lips wide, pink tongue poking out and brown doe eyes batting up at the huge cock in front of you adoringly. The sight of you so innocent yet desperate for him never fails to make Max cum, and with a few rapid pumps he finishes with a groan. His drooling, swollen cockhead is aimed right at your eagerly awaiting mouth, and soon his excessive load covers your tongue and drools past the corner of your lips as you struggle to contain it all in your small mouth. Splatters of white semen land on your chubby cheeks and drip down to your plush, caramel tits as well.

Just the taste of it has your eyes rolling and breath hitching, the months of subconscious training having done the job of making you addicted to Max’s cock very well. You swallow it all like the good girl you are, not letting any of his cum go to waste. And when you drop your mouth open again invitingly, shyly saying look Maxie, I drank it all as you display your now clean tongue - well, how is he meant to resist stuffing your tight little cunt next?

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bupia · 1 year ago

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Omfg inexperienced smut #8 with Rain ghoul?? I am a closeted rain ghoul enjoyer fkdifjsosks -Molly💜

LINGERIE

"I've been wondering how it feels like."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Female!Reader: Rain has a tail, horns and a forked tongue!!!! He uses his tail to hold you; praise kink; nipple play; oral sex: m-f; unprotected sex)

Availabe on AO3

Day 17 | Day 19

You had been looking forward to meeting your beloved friend and ghoul, Rain, all day. You'd finished your chores and were eager to spend some quality time with him, whether it was watching a movie or simply talking. Rain, although seemingly shy and quiet around others, became quite talkative in your private moments together.

As you hurried to your dormitory to meet him, you couldn't contain your excitement. The thought of sharing your day and perhaps venting about your chores to Rain was a comforting prospect. You reached your door, swung it open with enthusiasm, and started to announce your arrival.

"Guess who is finally fre..."

Your excitement faded instantly when you spotted Rain standing near your dresser. He had one of your panties in his hand, and his long tail dangled another one from its tip. Your face contorted with confusion and shock.

"What are you doing...?"

Rain didn't respond; he was frozen in place. He didn't even seem to be breathing, with not a single nostril moving to take in air.

"Rain," you said, taking a step further into the room and gently closing the door behind you. "What are you doing?"

"N- Nothing?" Rain replied, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"It doesn't look like... nothing," you pointed out.

"I was just... I was..." his voice trailed off, and he glanced away.

"You were..."

"I was..."

"Yes, you already said that..."

Rain quickly turned to face you, looking directly into your eyes. "I was sent here today to inspect your room."

You burst into laughter. "No, you weren't."

You walked over to him, taking the panties from his tail and returning them to the drawer. Rain lowered his hand, and you placed the pair he had been holding inside as well. He stepped back, and you closed the drawer.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing?" you asked, your tone calm and understanding. "We're friends, you can be honest with me."

"I know."

"So tell me, what was that?" you pressed gently.

"I just... I was curious."

"Curious?"

"Yes."

You chuckled gently, taking his hand in yours. "What were you curious about?"

Rain hesitated for a moment before answering, "Do you want me to be totally honest?"

"Always, please," you encouraged.

"Okay," he began. "Last week when we were here in your room, you said you needed to take a bath before we could watch the movie I suggested. Then, you didn't close the bathroom door completely, and I... I peeked."

"You what!?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Rain admitted with a sheepish look, clearly embarrassed about his actions.

Your other hand went to his face, gently cupping his cheek. "That's okay, Rainy. I know you didn't mean to invade my privacy, right? It was an accident."

"No, it wasn't," he admitted, his voice soft and filled with regret. "I really wanted to look at you, but I... I didn't see you fully... unclothed. All I saw was you lifting your habit and the lingerie set you were wearing under it."

"Oh..." you replied, understanding his explanation.

"I'm sorry," Rain repeated, his expression showing genuine remorse.

"That's okay... but this still doesn't answer my question. What were you doing?" you inquired.

"I was looking for it," he admitted with a hint of embarrassment, his eyes averting yours. "Since I saw it, I couldn't get it out of my mind; it was... something else."

"Ah, I see..." you chuckled. "You wouldn't find it here anyway."

"Why?" Rain asked, a bit confused.

"Because I'm wearing it today," you said with a sly grin, adding a teasing wink to emphasize your point.

Rain's eyes wandered over your body, scrutinizing you from head to toe, and you noticed his tail moving slightly, indicating his interest or excitement about something. With a small step closer, you withdrew your hand from his face and his hand, interlocking your own hands behind your back.

"Do you still want to see it?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Maybe," Rain replied, his gaze remaining locked onto yours.

"Well, you can just ask, you know," you suggested with a playful smile. "We're friends; you don't have to sneak around."

Rain nodded, and you placed one of your hands on his chest, your fingers lightly touching the little black scarf around his neck, gently pulling him closer to you.

"Why don't you sit down on the bed, then?" you suggested, your voice low and alluring.

Again, Rain nodded, taking a step back from you and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He watched you intently as you approached, his eyes never leaving you. You stopped in front of him and, with your leg, gently separated his own, moving closer to him.

"Tell me, why do you want to see it?" you asked, your voice sultry and inviting.

"I want to because... I couldn't get it out of my mind. You looked amazing wearing it, and I... I couldn't stop thinking about how you looked without it as well..."

"Oh, so you also want to see me without it?" you inquired, a seductive gleam in your eyes.

"Yes, should I say sorry?" Rain replied, his voice filled with longing.

"Not at all," you purred, your lips drawing closer to his. "I can take it off for you if you want."

You began to slowly lift your habit, your eyes locked onto his, your movements tantalizing and deliberate. Rain followed your every move with rapt attention. As you began to reveal more of your leg, he reclined his body on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. You continued lifting the fabric until you exposed the first part of your set – your red and black lace panties.

"Should I keep going?" you inquired, your voice low and seductive.

"Please," Rain replied, his desire growing evident in his heavy breathing.

With a devilish smile, you continued to lift the fabric until your bra was exposed. You could hear his breath growing even heavier as you removed your habit and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in your alluring lingerie.

"So?" you asked, a hint of shyness in your voice.

"It's even better than I remembered," Rain replied, his eyes filled with desire.

You giggled shyly and placed a knee on the bed beside his leg. He straightened his body, and his hands went to your waist, holding you gently. You rested your hands on his shoulders, slowly sitting on his lap. His eyes roamed your body, and you supported your arms on his shoulders.

"Aren't you cold?" Rain asked, his concern evident in his eyes.

You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back in amusement. Your hands traveled to his face, and you closed the gap between you two with a passionate kiss. You bit his lower lip, teasingly bringing it to you before letting it go, causing him to suck in a breath in reaction. Almost instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you and gently laid you down on the bed, positioning himself on top of you.

"Do you... want it?" Rain asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I do want it," you whispered, your words dripping with seduction.

"Really? Are you sure?" he inquired, seeking reassurance.

"I'm completely sure..." you whispered, biting your lower lip suggestively.

Rain lowered his body, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, intensifying the kiss. Your mouths opened in unison, and you granted his tongue entry into your mouth. They danced in a sensual battle, causing you to moan softly against his mouth. He broke the kiss and descended to your neck, kissing it hungrily and giving you slightly nipping bites. You moaned softly, welcoming Rain between your legs. His face traveled down to your breasts, showering them with kisses, while his hands gripped them firmly.

"I really..." Rain began, pressing a kiss to one of your breasts. "Like..." he continued, placing another kiss. "This," he added, showering your skin with yet another kiss. "Set," he whispered before kissing you again. "Of yours."

"Mmm... I can see it, Rainy..." you purred, your voice dripping with desire.

"You look so good in it," he said, pushing your bra down to reveal your already hardened nipples.

"I'm glad you liked it..." you whispered, your voice filled with longing as you gazed at Rain.

Rain grinned at you and continued to press kisses around your breasts and on your sensitive nipples, making you squirm beneath him. He then brought his tail close to your face, slowly stroking your cheek with the tip of it, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The tail moved lower until it reached your breasts, and Rain used the tip to caress one of your nipples. You arched your back, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

"So pretty..." Rain murmured, his eyes filled with admiration as he gazed at your breasts. "You're so pretty..." he added with a warm smile.

He continued to stroke your breasts with the tip of his tail, moving it up and down your chest. Your head tossed from side to side as you felt Rain's tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple, igniting a passionate moan from your lips. Your body quivered from the intense sensations.

"How does it feel?" Rain asked, releasing your nipple and bringing his hand up to caress your breast.

"Good... So good..." you gasped, your voice trembling with desire.

He resumed suckling on your breast, his hand still stroking your other nipple, while his tail continued to play with your other nipple, coaxing waves of pleasure from your body.

"Rain..." you breathed, your voice filled with desire, as you tried to get his attention.

"Hmm?" he asked, breaking away from your breasts, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I want you... inside..." you moaned, your words filled with longing and need.

"I know," he said, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at you with affection and desire.

With a gentle and deliberate touch, Rain lowered himself, trailing kisses from your breasts to your belly, moving downward, and down, down your body until he reached your thighs. He took his time licking up your thighs, savoring your taste as he did. His tail snaked around one of your thighs, wrapping around it tightly, while his fingers went to your panties, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your wetness to him. He stared at your glistening core, lowering his face to it. With a lovely touch, he parted your folds and looked up at you, a hunger in his eyes that matched your own desire.

"I've been wondering how it feels like to have you," Rain said, his voice heavy with desire, as he ran his tongue along your slick slit. "To have you on your bed," he continued, giving another sensuous lick. "On the floor," he murmured, licking again. "On a dark, empty corridor," he whispered, his words sending shivers down your spine. "Everywhere, all the time, all day."

"Ah... Rainy..." you gasped, lost in the overwhelming sensations he was creating.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful..." Rain admitted, his eyes glazed with lust as he continued to worship your core. "So wet..." he continued, flicking his tongue across your sensitive clit. "So hot..." he murmured, sucking your sweet juices off of his tongue.

Rain's fingers expertly spread your delicate folds apart, parting them further to give him better access. His eyes smoldered with passion as he took your swollen clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, his tongue dancing sensually over your sensitive nub, igniting waves of pleasure that coursed through your body. You moaned, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you surrendered to the blissful sensations. He hummed, his tongue flicking faster over your clit, and you closed your eyes, leaning your head back as you whimpered, feeling the vibrations of your voice echoing through your body. The wetness between your legs increased with each passing moment.

"That feels so good..." you moaned, your voice a sultry whisper. "Please, don't stop..." you begged, your body craving more.

"Not until you come..." Rain said, his gaze intense as he looked up at you. "Then we will be able to do this properly," he added, bringing his hand up to rub your sensitive clit.

"Mmm..." you groaned softly, your hips grinding against his hand, your desire palpable. "I want you so bad, Rainy..." you whispered, your voice trembling with longing.

"I'm going to make you feel so good..." Rain promised, his voice laced with passion, as he continued to work on your clit. "I want you to cum so hard..." he declared, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it, determined to bring you to a mind-shattering climax. "So... hard..."

Rain moved his mouth down further, his lips and tongue eagerly tasting every inch of your flesh. He used his hand and tail to spread your legs wider, allowing him deeper access, and his fingers began to thrust in and out of you faster and more insistently.

"I want you to feel everything you've ever imagined..." he declared, his voice filled with desire as he continued to pleasure you. "I want you to cum so hard that you can't stand it..."

His fingers delved deeper inside you, his skillful movements driving you closer to the edge. Rain then lowered his face, going straight to your clit, and sucked on it harder, his ministrations becoming even more intense. Your body tensed up, and your hands clung to his hair even tighter.

"I want to taste you..." Rain whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he moved his fingers even faster. "Every drop of your sweet juices... Every last bit of your sweet cum..."

Rain's talented tongue delved into your dripping core, moving in and out of you with sensual precision, each stroke igniting waves of pleasure. His tongue licked your walls and moved in teasing circles, sending you into a state of ecstasy. You couldn't contain your pleasure any longer, and you let out a loud, unrestrained moan, your body quaking with desire.

"Rain... Oh, Rain... You're going to make me cum... Oh..." you cried out as the climax you had been yearning for drew closer with every tantalizing movement of his tongue.

Rain pulled his head back from your core, his tongue lingering on his lips as he savored your taste. He straightened his body, looking at you with a gaze filled with desire. His tail left your thigh, snaking its way around your waist and pulling you closer to him, causing you to gasp in response.

With deliberate sensuality, Rain slowly untied the scarf around his neck, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He then went for his vest, unbuttoning it and leaving it open on his body. He repeated the action with his shirt underneath, leaving it also unbuttoned, baring his chest. Finally, he reached for his pants, unzipping them and allowing his throbbing hardness to spring free.

"I need to be inside you," he began, positioning himself between your legs. "I need to feel you around my cock, so warm, so tight," he continued positioning his member against your entrance. "I need to feel you wrapped around me..." he murmured, slowly sliding his member inside you. "I need to feel you squeeze me tight, I need to feel you take all of me..." he whispered, pushing his member all the way inside you.

"Ahn... Rainy... Fuck, don't talk like that..." you whimpered, your voice trembling with desire as you responded to his words.

"Why not?" Rain inquired, his body lowering onto yours. "Don't you want to hear how I need to feel you cum around me?"

You whimpered once more, your inner muscles clenching tightly around his shaft as he thrust into you.

"Don't you want to hear how I want to feel your whole body trembling around me?"

Rain's thrusts grew faster and more intense, and you clenched around his member once again, your body responding eagerly to his every word.

"Ah... Fuck me, Rain, just fuck me..." you moaned, your words filled with raw desire and longing.

He nodded in response, and with a powerful motion, he slammed his hips against yours, driving himself deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him in place and ensuring that he could penetrate you to the fullest.

Rain began to pump his length in and out of you, his movements growing increasingly powerful and intense. The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of your hips colliding, the unmistakable symphony of your lust. He picked up speed, thrusting harder and harder inside you, his member constantly hitting your cervix, driving you both toward the peak of pleasure.

You had never felt anything like this before, and the intense sensations coursing through your body were unlike any experience you had ever had. Your eyes locked with Rain's as your minds connected, and you allowed yourself to lose control to the pleasure that overwhelmed you. Your hands moved down to his firm buttocks, grabbing hold of his cheeks and squeezing them tightly. He groaned, his face contorting with ecstasy, mirroring your own.

"Shit, you feel so good..." he growled, his voice filled with longing, his tail unwrapping from your waist. "Your pussy is so good, you have no idea how you're making me feel..."

Rain continued to slam his hips against you, his relentless thrusts penetrating you to the very depths, making your muscles contract around his shaft. The heat of his member, the intensity of his thrusts, the sounds of your bodies colliding, and the scent of him surrounding you overwhelmed your senses. You were lost in a whirlwind of desire and pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you cried out, your voice filled with unbridled desire as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head. "Fuck me, Rain, fuck me, fuck me, don't stop, fuck me."

Rain continued his relentless assault on your senses, his thrusts growing even more intense, and his hips colliding with yours in a rhythm of unrestrained passion. You were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, your mind consumed by the sensations of your bodies merging as one, your cries and moans a testament to the ecstasy that enveloped you both.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you close to him as he continued to drive his length deep inside you. His hands slid along your sides, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to moan even louder. The sensations coursing through your body were electrifying, and you felt the familiar wave of pleasure building within you, bringing you closer to the peak of ecstasy.

"Oh, you're so tight!" Rain cried out, his voice filled with raw desire as he continued to thrust in and out of you as fast as he could. "I love how you feel wrapped around me... Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock! I love how you take all of me..."

"Rain, you fuck me so good, so fucking good... Oh... Oh... Ah...! Fuck me, cum for me, make me cum for you."

As Rain's body tensed and the intensity of his thrusts increased, you knew that you were both on the brink of a powerful release, unable to hold back any longer.

"Rain!" you screamed his name as your climax overtook you, causing your entire body to convulse with intense pleasure. The waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you lost in the incredible sensations coursing through your entire being.

His eyes widened as he watched your body spasm under him, your orgasm a mesmerizing sight that drove him over the edge. He grunted loudly, pulling out of you and releasing his hot load onto your pubic mound.

"Fuck!" he screamed out.

Quickly, he lowered his body, burying his face into your core, lapping up all your juices and savoring every drop. The sensation of his tongue on your sensitive core caused your legs to tremble as you moaned in delight.

"Oh... Rainy..." you gasped, your voice quivering as you felt his tongue working its magic.

He brought his face up and climbed on top of you again, burying his face in your neck and biting down on your skin. He closed his eyes, savoring the waves of pleasure between you. Your hands went to his head and you caressed his scalp gently.

Rain raised his face from your neck and locked his eyes with yours. "Please, tell me you have more sets to show me," he pleaded, his voice filled with longing and desire.

You smiled, tracing your fingers along his cheek. "Oh, Rainy, I have plenty more sets to show you," your fingers went to his horns, gently touching it, watching him shivering.

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martassimsbookcc · 1 year ago

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fre--a-k - Life is Strange 2 Wood Fence

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ctheathy · 1 year ago

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*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

choke him he likes it

Oh, you BET >=} <3<3

⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

#sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #secret history tails #tails x reader #yandere tails #mashed tails #sh tails #sonic the hedgehog #secret history tails x reader #tails smut #scenario answered #dumb drabbles #the guide’s gabbling

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aprivateplace7 · 5 months ago

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PSA: Why I Am Boycotting Kpop (& how)

So. I love kpop. Its been a big part of my life for a few years now. But I'm boycotting. Why?

Well to put it simply, its because of the 🍉Palestine genocide🍉 *A lot* of these k-entertainment companies are directly & indirectly supporting Zionism/Israel, including monetarily.

Like most, I think, I only found out about this whole thing in Oct '23, so its now that I'm choosing to boycott in hopes of helping.

This is NOT an "attack" on anyone. Not a certain group, not even a certain label.

I am boycotting *everyone* personally. Officially, the popular boycott is the big 3 & HYBE. However I know that another company, Kakao Ent is also a huge Zionist offender (also I just saw that they invest in a blockchain too...? So yeah, ew). So to make it easier for myself, I am boycotting all of kpop.

I also have no issue w/ the artists themselves. I do not do this out of any hate/fan wars. I am not assuming/accusing them of being Zionists. I know, they are celebs but they work for the company. They have to obey their bosses, so while I would like more of the artists to openly speak in support of Palestine, I am not holding it against them.

Its just that, any $ the artist makes, goes straight to the company. & I don't like what these companies are doing w/ my $.

(Btw, it rly is about the companies. So for ex HYBE America has the artist Ariana Grande. I am boycotting her too, its just that I've never been a huge fan. I rly, rly like kpop. So that is why I am focusing on it. Its meaningless to say u are boycotting something that you never bought/consumed in the 1st place)

And just to note; I don't want to hear anything about "keeping politics out of kpop". These companies are *not* disconnected from the issue. & saying that "I'm not Palestinian so its not my problem" is extremely cruel.

Links & more info below-

youtube

Twt thread [X]

For Stays [X]

Twt link 2 [X]

Twt thread about Starbucks (TLDR; Not the same as McDonalds aka not directly contributing to Zionism, but they are still anti-union & treat their workers shitty, so still boycott) [X]

youtube

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If you also want to stop/reduce streaming, here is how I'm doing it

I'm not saying that u have to completely stop interacting w/ ur fav artists. I'm not. I'm just trying to minimize my interactions w/ official content, like streaming, videos ect.

So the 1st thing; Get comfortable w/ sketchy looking websites & piracy!!!

Like I know, now that everything is readily available on (monetized) platforms, its hard to make the switch! Its hard to even know where to start. But there still are a lot of tools out there to do it.

Here are the basic things-

"yewtu . be"

*** (edit: the website shows .com, but the actual address is .in) "ilkpop . in"

(remove spaces, I'm not putting links bc that is how u get illict sites taken down, i think...)

Google drive

The app "Musicolet" (for mobile listening)

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There is this website "yewtu . be" that you can use to watch yt vids w/out adding to the views/ad revenue. I've only used it on desktop, so idk how well it works on mobile. Sorry. Btw, sometimes it can not work, but it has options to switch the source to one that works. I have not tried making an acc, so idk how secure that is, but just using it to watch things seems ok.

As for streaming/downloading mp3, there is another website "ilkpop . in" it has most official releases. U can stream right from the site, or download mp3.

When downloading (I did this all on desktop btw) I would recommend the extension "TabBlock", it prevents opening any new tabs. So u do have to toggle it on/off.

So I downloaded the songs as mp3 files from that website, uploaded them to my Google drive & then downloaded them to my phone from there. These files surprisingly don't take a lot of room, I have currently 471 songs that are only 1.63 GB

The app I'm using to listen on mobile is Musicolet. 1st time using it for about a month & I like it. Its free, it plays local downloaded files, so no need for internet & most importantly it will continue to play the songs while the screen is off. For free. W/ no ads. U can also still make playlists. It has more settings & customization stuff.

This is based on my personal experience, so I use desktop (windows) & android devices. This is all I know. Don't be too scared about the looks of the sites. I haven't gotten any viruses, but u might wanna make sure u have installed an antivirus. The one I use is Avast, the free version is ok. It does have a subscription & ads but its not too annoying.

#Youtube #psa #kpop boycott #free palestine #not affliiated btw #not sponsored #hybedivestfromzionism #hybe divest from zionism #jyp divest from zionism #sm divest from zionism #yg divest from zionism #kakao ent divest from zionism #divest from israel #divest from genocide #anti zionisim #boycott lmb

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bismuth-209 · 1 year ago

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it is the end of summer in the northern hemisphere and this means that many people are having first days of school.

i am going to give you some advice for making friends on first days. this can be the first day of school, but also of various jobs, and it doesn't necessarily need to be executed on the first day, but i think it probably works best if you're part of a larger group of people who mostly don't know eachother, are nervous, and about to spend time together whether you like it or not. so first days of school!

i'm going to try to be as explicit in this advice as possible, to make it as easy to follow as possible for people who struggle with social conventions (hiii fellow autistics)

the first step: wear something easy to compliment

this not the item in your closet that makes you look the best/prettiest.

it might be! but if the main feature of a garment is that it makes you look sexy, it can also be somewhat awkward to compliment without seeming flirtatious and we're looking for friends.

what we're looking for is cool and potentially you being able to say some things about it

cool can mean:

band tshirt

pretty graphic tshirt

puffy sleeves

noticeably long or poofy skirt

ANYTHING selfmade. if you have a selfmade thing that's wearable, wear it, even if it's not perfect. especially if it's not perfect even. if people can tell it's likely handmade it's a very easy thing to compliment

jewelry, particularly unusual jewelry

and a number of other things! things that stand out a bit are good in general.

bags and such can also work here if you have a unique one, such as with added pins.

step 2: compliment others

it can be very scary to walk up to people and say something! but to me it's less scary if i remember: they're likely also nervous, even if they don't show it AND i'm going to make them feel good for at least a moment.

now not every compliment is most suited for this situation. in general you want to compliment on something that they have (taken) control over. this means clothes are almost always a safe bet, and dyed hair is too (step 1 becomes pretty much unnecessary if your hair is already dyed btw)

things like hair texture or natural colour, eye colour, skin texture, those are features i would not go for because the individual you're trying to make friends with usually hasn't taken control over those, or if they have (see: pressure on black people to relax their hair) they might be of the mindset that it's just what they do to look normal/be accepted. similarly, natural looking makeup with no adventurous colours, while still an impressive display of skill, is not what we're looking for.

if someone's eyelid are covered in hot pink pigment, it's probably safe to walk up to someone and say "hi! i love your makeup!"

and then

after you compliment someone they're likely to say thanks, feel a bit good about themselves, and then either talk about the thing you complimented them on "i got the palette from revolution makeup! really recommend them" or, and this is why step 1 was important, say something about you. by having something that's easy to compliment you are making it easier for people to talk to you.

(although the other person might choose a variety of different paths, they could also just ask about your classes or hobbies or talk more about the thing you complimented them about. or they might be an even more socially awkward bean than you and not say much at all)

i have had good experiences with using this "technique" last year when a friend gave me the tip. and i hope you will too!

please feel fre to add on other advice for people wanting to make friends

#bis speaks #back to school #advice #autistic #asd #actually autistic #tips for autism #making friends

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fizzyxcustard · 1 year ago

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Invisible

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pining, angst, insecurity, vague smut mention, attempted ghosting

Word count: 1880

Summary: From the imagine, "You are in love with Guy and he is still pining for Marian. You cannot carry all the pain."

Comments/notes: Takes place around season 2, despite the above GIF being from season 3. This fic was requested by @sazzlep

As always, if you enjoy, please consider a reblog. If you wish to be added to my tag list for any character, fandom, or fic series, let me know.

Marian had disappeared, leaving you with the shattered pieces of Guy’s broken heart. While trying to mend your own heart, you were busy tending to Guy’s. And that pain was becoming unbearable. Shifting the weight of two broken hearts was crippling you.

Guy had left your home again at nightfall, having borne his heart to you. The woman he loved and had lived in high hopes of wooing, had run off into the forest with her outlaw lover. In the time you had known Marian, you had been on fairly friendly terms with her. But you had always been aware of her manipulative tactics, taking advantage of Guy’s feelings for her. For all those months and he had been completely blind to it, only seeing her sweet smiles as a hope for something more than just friendship.

You stood at your front door and watched his dark shape, atop a black horse, disappear into the gathering dusk. You and Guy had been close friends for years, being each other’s rock, and this has been the case since he came to Nottingham as a young man. He had been swept up into duty for the Sheriff, but the two of you had still remained close. Guy had been the one who comforted you when your mother died, and had even brought you food when you fell upon tough times. Potential suitors had come to your door, and if they had not been to your liking, it was Guy who had told them to leave.

How long could you continue this for? Every day you saw him and you felt more of your heart become warped from the inside, like a disease spreading outward. The only cure would be to take yourself out of the situation completely and sever yourself from him.

The moon was high in the sky and you remained in that spot for some time, feeling the red hot tears fall down your cheeks. All of your pain was invisible to him; in his own anguish, he had completely overlooked you.

***

Guy woke the next morning, light bursting through the window.

Realisation hit him hard that he had overslept.

He shot out of bed and began dressing quickly, only to see a piece of parchment on the stone floor at the foot of his door. Guy reached down and took the parchment, noting that there was no envelope. The parchment had just been folded. Upon opening it, he instantly recognised your beautiful handwriting. It brought a smile to his face.

Guy,

While I know that you are in the midst of deep pain, I must leave Nottingham. I plan to move back to my father’s home and search for work. I cannot carry the weight of both our broken hearts on my shoulders.

May God watch over you and keep you safe.

Leaving? But why?

Guy raced from his chambers, heading down towards the courtyard where he slipped out to the stables and collected his horse.

Once he had rode to your home, he jumped from the horse and banged on your door. No answer. Your own horse, a brown and white mare, had disappeared from the small field behind your house.

Your father’s home was a two-day ride, and within seconds, Guy’s horse was galloping through the small patch of woodland which was to the north, leading out onto the main road. Surely you could not have gotten far. Guy was a far more experienced rider than you so would easily be able to catch up to you, despite your head start.

***

The ride that morning had been pleasant. The sun was shining amidst a cloudless sky. A gentle breeze took the edge off the early summer heat. A simple breakfast was still sitting in your stomach quite nicely; bacon, eggs and freshly baked bread. There was an inn about half way, at the perfect place for you to stop, before continuing on the next day for the second part of your journey.

All morning and you had imagined Guy’s face upon opening your letter. Would he even care at all? It seemed that he didn’t. Normally Guy was up around dawn, ready for his duties. He should have caught you just before you left, but you had not seen him. And you had given your letter to Abe, one of the guards, at the castle gate, two hours after sunset. Surely Guy would have received it by daybreak.

You stopped for a quick break, taking a sip of water from a skin in your leather satchel. You sat down on a fallen tree trunk and took a deep breath, looking up at the rays of sunlight piercing through the bright green leaves.

Suddenly you heard galloping hooves coming from behind. A figure emerged from the edge of the curving path, and got larger, moving towards you quickly.

“Guy?” you whispered, feeling relief wash over you, but also fear.

Guy stopped his horse a few feet from yours and jumped from the saddle, storming over to you. He stood in front of you, his arms crossed. “What is going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His silver blue eyes were wide in irritation.

“I told you in my letter. I can’t carry both of us anymore.”

Guy sighed and sat down beside you. “Maybe you could start with telling me what you’re carrying and stop being so stubborn in carrying it yourself.”

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “Are you sure you really wish to know? Because after I tell you, you won’t want to know me anymore.”

Guy scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

You looked at him, seeing that all too familiar smirk begin to form on his face. It made your heart flutter.

“If you really believe that then you know me less than I thought you did. In fact, you don’t know me at all.” His tone was accusing and full of irritation.

You could see the offense written on Guy’s face, and you reached out to take his hand. “I didn’t mean it like that, Guy.”

“Then how did you mean it?” he snapped. “You’re all I have in my life, yet you seem to think that I’ll walk away from you. Despite you being the one who was ready to walk away from me…” The words trailed off into a whisper and loud sigh.

“Do you want to know the real reason I’m leaving?” you asked. “And if you do choose to turn your back on me then that is your choice.”

Guy hissed. “I will never turn my back on you.” He pointed his finger at you in anger as he spoke.

You got to your feet and took a deep breath. “All these years we’ve known each other and I’ve been invisible to you. You’ve never noticed all the times I’ve had to smile at you but wanted to weep. You’ve never seen how I feel about you. Instead all you’ve ever seen is a woman who has taken advantage of you and used your feelings for her to get what she needed. It’s crippled me.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “I love you, Guy. I love you so much and never once did you ever see it. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’m not expecting you to.”

Guy got up from the tree trunk, and without a word, curled his hand around your cheek and kissed you. The kiss immediately became wanting, needing and hot.

Reluctantly you shifted your head away and looked up at him, your tears blurring your vision. “I told you that I’m not expecting anything from you...”

He smiled. “I’ve loved you from since the first moment we met. I was always invisible to you. I valued and respected you far too much to ever overstep any boundary. I was terrified you would think I was dishonouring you. Marian became my way of letting you go, but under it all, I never could. She was the hope of something I could never have with you.”

“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and because of me, you tried to gain love in a place where you would never find it.”

“It wasn’t because of you. It was my own cowardice. I would look at her and see you, in everything she did. Then with each man who attempted to court you, I could see how impossible it was for me to ever think you’d be mine. A lot of those men were honourable and so much more than what I could ever wish to be.”

“I know you, Guy, and all you’ve ever wanted is to be loved and needed by someone. I’m offering that to you if you’ll take it.”

Guy kissed you again, and then let his lips trail down your neck. “And I will give that back to you tenfold, my love.”

***

The two of you rode your horses back to your home, watching as thick clouds began to swarm in, threatening rain.

By the time your house was visible, spots of rain began to fall.

You pulled on the reins of your horse, bringing it to a stop in the pen behind your house. Guy had already dismounted his horse, his hand reaching out to take yours. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle as he helped you down, his ice blue gaze never unlocking from you.

The two of you kissed again, the rain starting to pour all around you. The horses by now had wondered away into the small wooden shelter which was situated at the back of the paddock.

“Let’s get inside,” you told Guy.

He smiled in response and wound his arm around your waist as the two of you walked to the door of your home.

Once inside, you started a fire and put a large pot of water to boil. “I need to head into the market for food shortly. I hope the rain stops,” you told Guy, glancing out of the window. “Is there anything in particular you would like for dinner? I can cook us a meal.”

Guy never answered, but instead kissed you again.

A short time later and the two of you were idly tangled together in your bed, having just made love. You noticed that Guy seemed the most content he had done for quite some time; he had a faint smile on his face as you rested in the crook of his arm. The only sound was the tapping of rain on the roof, and it soothed you. The heavy weight in your heart had now lifted.

“Was that how you imagined our first time to be?” you asked.

Guy grinned and kissed you again. “It was so much better than any of my expectations.” He gripped your hand tight in his and then kissed your head.

“I suspect the Sheriff will be looking for you.”

“He can wait.”

You looked across at Guy as you began to slip from the bedclothes and pull your dress back on. “You’re taking a big risk thinking that. You know what he’s like.”

“I don’t care anymore. I’ve got you, and that’s all that matters to me now.”

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adambja · 1 year ago

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GUYS ALL THE EXPERIMENTS I WILL DO ARE FOR FREE!!

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infinite-orangepeel · 2 years ago

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i’ve had your perv eddie/camboy steve on the brain all day 🫠 thinking about how eddie said he wasn’t very good looking, so i’m imagining steve’s surprise when the virgin creep is?? hot, actually?? and telling eddie that he has a very cute and rideable face

link to pt. 1 of camboy!steve/perv!eddie

first of all, thank you so much for putting these thoughts in my brain 💛 i'm so glad you enjoyed the first part of the au !! :)

second of all, yes. YES. eddie is fucking hot. undeniably so. it's a fact. like we all know this, but he doesn't really realize it yet, himself. he's insecure, awkward, and has next to no experience with anything romantic/sexual.

everything he's learned about sex, he's learned from watching porn, flipping through dirty magazines, and scrolling down to the depths of reddit forums.

everything he's learned about dating/flirting, he's learned from cheesy movies, late-night wikihow searches (i.e. how to get a boy to like you back? or how to kiss with tongue?), and observing from the sidelines when gareth tries to pick up chicks at 'the hideout'.

he's always been a weirdo, an outcast, a nerd. the kid in class that parent's warned their kids to stay away from. he never got invited to birthday parties, asked out to school dances, or heard through the grapevine that some boy or girl thought he was 'cute.'

quite the opposite.

boys made fun of him for having long hair, playing d&d, and doing drama.

girls sprinted in the opposite direction of him for cracking untimely jokes, walking on cafeteria tables, and saving bugs instead of squashing them.

so, eddie, now in his mid-twenties and long since graduated from high-school, doesn't exactly have much reason to think of himself as anything special to look at.

meanwhile, steve harrington has this whole community of people telling him how sexy he is. there isn't a singular inch of his body that hasn't been complimented a million times by strangers on the internet. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's hot. people in real life tell him so, too. they gravitate towards him at the club, kiss his neck and call him 'gorgeous,' ask him for his number when he wakes up hungover and in search of a decent breakfast sandwich.

but he's so fucking bored.

no one takes the time to get to know him past the highlighted hair, pouty lips, and belly ring.

no one asks him about his hobbies or interests outside of swallowing a ten-inch dildo down without gagging.

none of his fans care much about his taste in music, what movies he watches, or the deep-rooted wounds of his past.

so when they do finally meet--face to face over video chat--steve is blown away, because eddie's asking him all about himself (after he gets over the initial shock, of course). he's like a little kid at disneyland who just met mickey mouse for the first time.

he wants to know steve's favorite color, if he likes rollercoasters, what toppings he orders on his pizza.

it's not the deepest conversation, but it's a start and steve finds himself laughing, enjoying, and dreading what will happen once their call is over.

steve also catches onto eddie's insecurities pretty quickly.

when talking about himself, eddie makes constant self-deprecating comments. he's shy, hides behind his dark shadow of curls, and blushes bright red whenever steve says something complimentary.

time is running out. steve has to start his scheduled livestream soon and eddie is so adorable it hurts.

before he can think twice, the words are falling out of his mouth and he's licking over his glossed lips to seal their fate.

'you're so hot. i wanna ride your face until you can't breathe,' he says with a choked little moan....

and that's all i'm saying for now, bc pt. 2 of the full fic is on it's way and i don't want to spoil anything more before then, but this message gave me some great ideas for how i might want it to go so thank you anon !! loved responding to this one 🤗🧡

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martassimsbookcc · 1 year ago

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fenrir77 · 8 months ago

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[F] Injection Posepack

Trigger: Needle

Im not sure if you want to see the Needle so i have blured the Cover.

So please just watch Poses if you're not phobic to needles.

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❀ Otherwise you can use my revamp version from it. i added 2 Swatches in the Accessoire and changed the Thumbnail to a clearer one.

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seytazen · 3 months ago

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Hey! Looking for an 18+ transformer’s fanspace? Look no further! Come join us at Maccadam’s After Dark!

• We’ve got frequent events, active discussion channels, rp ads, a self promo channel, and more.

•Our nsfw sections are accessed through self role assignment.

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•A cozy community that sparks creativity

•No minors allowed, ID checked at the door!

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doubleredweek · 1 year ago

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JayRoy Week 2023

It's official!

This is the master post for every thing JayRoy Week 2023.

Schedule:

Submissions aug 29-sep 15

Voting sep 18-sep 27

JayRoy Week oct 24-oct 30 (with oct 31 as a bonus day)

You can find the link to the prompts here.

Rules:

- Tag all entries with ‘JayRoyWeek23’. And @doubleredweek! So we can find and reblog your works! Always feel free to send an ask if we missed it!

- Side-Pairings and other partners are okay but the focus must be on the relationship between Jason and Roy (romantic and platonic are okay!)

- Use a ‘Read More’ when posting whole works on Tumblr. Late entries are absolutely welcome, for all of our events! Just send us an ask if we miss it!

- Tag appropriately! If you put warnings on it for Ao3 then warn for it on here, improperly tagged things will not be reblogged.

- Cross-posting is fine! If you put a story on Ao3, add it to the JayRoyWeek2023 collection and send us a link/post on here to reblog, or drop the link in the ask/submit so we can share!

- Have fun and be kind! We will not tolerate any sort of hate or harassment towards the mods, the participants, or the works created for this week. Anyone and everyone is allowed to participate in this ship-friendly, censorship-free event! Utilize your back button and block button on things you do not like. Anyone found in violation of this rule will be auto-blocked and banned from the event.

[Additional Information & FAQ under the read more]

Ad. Info:

- The work does not have to be a written fic, if you want to approach these prompts from any other creative angle, go for it! The event has been designed with fanfics and fanart in mind, but go wild with your creativity! (We do not allow content with photographs of real people.)

- Works should be new- we’re trying to celebrate JayRoy and create new content for it!

- Works can be part of a series, but not new chapters on a story not made for the event.

- No min or max word count, go crazy with it!

- SFW, NSFW and dark themes are allowed, as long as you tag them.

- Please self-post your work in our AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/JayRoy_Week_2023

- While this week focuses on the relationship between Jason Todd and Roy Harper, we encourage the inclusion of ships or other characters. Our simple ask is that the content submitted is:

A) Brand new

B) Centered around JayRoy / RoyJay

C) Tagged appropriately

FAQ:

When is JayRoy Week happening?

23 October 2023 - 31 October 2023

When will the Official Prompts be posted?

• We hope to have them out by the end of September.

How many prompts will be posted for each day?

• Three

Do I have to include all the prompts in my work?

• Not at all! Feel free to combine them or to only pick one. We simply ask that you note on your work which Day/Prompt you’re creating for.

Is there a certain structure I have to follow with the prompts?

• The prompts are up for interpretation! Create whatever sparks your inspiration, so long as your work is mainly about JayRoy.

Am I allowed to create anything?

• You can create fanfic, fanart, comics, mood boards, playlists, aesthetics, headcanons, meta, dolls - almost anything you can think of.

• The EXCEPTION: You may NOT take photography of human subjects (including in cosplay) as we have no way of verifying the age and consent of human subjects. Want to take photographs of your Legos or action figures? No prob!

• ALSO: While this is a censorship-free event, using live or photographic/videographic references of minors for artwork is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. If we discover that this has happened, you will be reported to the appropriate authorities. The mods of this event stand firmly against child abuse and exploitation.

Can I have poly and multi ships?

• Yes! All manner of ships are welcome here, so long as your overall work is JayRoy-centric. You can write Kori/Jason/Roy,or whatever poly ships that you like!

Do I have to make something for every single day?

• Not at all! You’re free to crank out all seven days, or only pick and choose which days you create for. So long as you have fun, it’s all good! No need for stress.

What type of content is allowed and what isn’t?

• There is no restriction for this event! Anything goes for this particular week. You can use any canon, part of canon, or AU centric plots for your work.

How do I participate?

• There is no sign up needed! You make whatever it is you want for the prompts, add the work to the AO3 collection, and/or tag us on Tumblr @doubleredweek, with #JayRoyWeek2023 and whatever day the submission is relevant for!

Any additional questions can be answered in asks! Thank you for reading!

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nerdypanda3126 · 11 months ago

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I'll Keep You Warm

Merry Christmas @omnoramayday! I'm your @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Secret Santa 😁🎅

I used the prompt you provided of: "Playing in the snow when Luka tackles Marinette/Marinette trips into Luka and they fall to the ground. They have pink cheeks and snow in their hair and they're staring at each other." which was so incredibly cute and I knew I had to use that one. Hope you like it!

Read on Ao3

Marinette shivered and clutched her backpack tighter as she exited Collège Françoise Dupont. It had seemed beautiful and sunny out all day, but during her last class a chill had crept in and a biting wind had picked up. She was thankful she’d at least worn a sweater that day, but she was still planning on speed walking most of the way home.

That is, until she saw a familiar mop of blue-tinted hair leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Juleka, and she couldn’t help her smile as she bounded down to greet him. Luka always made her feel warmer, for some reason. He’d been showing up more and more to meet Juleka after school and walk home with her, but Marinette was still excited to see him every time.

“Luka!” she exclaimed breathlessly when she’d made it to the bottom. He turned and smiled when he saw her, which made her cheeks flush with welcome heat. His smile twitched downwards, though, when he scanned over her outfit.

“Why don’t you have a jacket?” he asked, with concern coloring his tone. “It’s freezing out here and it smells like snow.”

She stopped to look at him curiously. “It smells like snow?”

He only nodded, and before she could protest, he’d pulled off his own jacket and draped it around her shoulders. For good measure, he fluffed the hood out and tucked it around her neck. She didn’t know what snow smelled like, but at the moment she didn’t really care because Luka’s jacket smelled just like him and her face felt like it was about to spontaneously combust. His hand drew across her cheek as he pulled away, and he had a soft little smile on his face as he admired his handiwork.

“You can’t possibly smell snow,” she tried to recover, lamely, as she shoved her hands through the sleeves, accepting his gift.

He hummed in thought and looked up at the clear sky, with just a few wisps of gray clouds starting to gather. “It’s like rain,” he mused aloud, “like that same smell, but crisper and colder.”

“Don’t argue with him,” Juleka muttered as she appeared beside Marinette. It made Marinette jump a little, but she was starting to get used to Juleka’s quiet way of walking up. “Just bring gloves to practice today.”

“And a hat, at least,” Luka added. As the two of them started to walk away, Marinette went to take his jacket off to return it to him, but he waved her off. “See you later,” he reminded her.

It was only after they left that Marinette felt the cold creeping in again, but as she pulled Luka’s jacket tighter around herself, she remembered the feeling of the back of his fingers lightly trailing along her cheek, and her whole walk home was very, very warm.

***

By the time Kitty Section practice came around, they were forced to meet down in the hold because the temperature had definitely dipped below freezing. Marinette rubbed her hands together for what felt like the thousandth time and thanked Juleka silently for her recommendation to wear gloves. The boat was cold in most circumstances, let alone with the temperature dropping so rapidly. She was missing Luka’s jacket, though, which she’d given back as soon as she stepped on deck. Luka tried to tell her to keep it for practice, but she insisted she’d forget to give it back if she didn’t get it back to him right away.

Although since she’d worn his jacket there, she was now shivering in just her sweater again and the only “gloves” she’d had on hand at the time were a pair of mittens, which made it extraordinarily difficult to sketch. Every so often she’d get too frustrated and rip them off, only to deal with the consequences of freezing, trembling fingers until she was forced to put them back on.

It was slow going.

On one of those instances, Luka unslung his guitar, unofficially announcing a break, and he came over to sit by her. Without saying anything, he took her frozen hands between his and gently blew warm air on her fingertips.

“How’s the sketch going?” he asked.

She glared at the patchy, faint, unrealized lines on the pages of her sketchbook. It wasn’t exactly the book’s fault that she was feeling so inspired and couldn’t get anything to work, but she still felt like blaming the paper would somehow help.

“It’s not, really,” she admitted. She couldn’t help her frustrated little huff. “If it just snowed, I wouldn’t mind it being so cold.”

He chuckled. “It will,” he said calmly, and blew on her fingers again. She wiggled them to see if any feeling was coming back. No such luck. They were still stiff and a little numb.

She couldn’t help her skepticism. “Because you can smell it?”

He only hummed to confirm, but since her fingertips were so close to his lips, she could feel the vibration and it made her shiver.

“Not helping?” he asked.

Before she could protest, he pulled away, but in the next second his jacket was back around her shoulders and any kind of protest died on her lips. What came out of her instead was, “Won’t you be cold?”

He shook his head, then smiled at her, the same way he had earlier, like he liked seeing his jacket tucked around her, and she felt what was becoming a familiar flush of heat creep its way up to her cheeks.

“I’m always warm around you, Marinette,” he admitted quietly.

She opened and closed her mouth several times, but nothing came out in response. Luka looked over his shoulder and said something to Juleka, gave Marinette one more soft smile, then went back to playing like he hadn’t just made her heart start pounding in her ears and left butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She gave up on sketching anything useful for the rest of the time and instead let her hands wander over the page aimlessly as she tried to get her mind to focus on words. She wished she could disappear somewhere and talk through what just happened with Tikki, but the only place to go was above deck, which would take her further away from Luka and out into the bitter cold, and those were the last places she wanted to be.

“You make me feel warm, too,” wasn’t right, but neither was an outright, “I love you.” She bit her lip as she thought. He made this seem so easy, every time he did it, and she couldn’t even tell him how much she loved that he’d given her his jacket, not once, but twice today just to make sure she stayed warm. Or that his words made her feel warmer than his jacket ever could. Or that she wished she could just always be around him because then she felt like she’d never be cold again.

Practice was over all too soon, and she still didn’t know what to say to him. As a group, they trudged back up the stairs, arguing about chords and lyrics, complaining that they had to walk home in the cold, and already shivering as the wind started nipping at their noses.

But when they got on deck, they all stopped to gasp.

Little bits of white fluff were gently cascading down from the sky, coating the deck in what looked like white, sparkling icing.

Marinette turned to Luka, shocked, and he was just smiling back at her, knowing he’d been proven right but not feeling the need to rub it in. She turned back to watch the snow fall, wrapped his jacket tighter around herself, and tugged the sleeves down over her mittens, flipping the hood up for good measure over the hat he’d warned her to bring.

Rose was the first one to break the silence they’d fallen into when she squealed with delight and grabbed Juleka’s hands to spin her around the deck. Ivan stood stoically nearby, but Marinette had a feeling he was wishing Mylène was there so he could wrap an arm around her.

To her surprise, a familiar warm hand closed around hers. She blushed up at Luka and he was still smiling at her in that same, soft way. He gestured with his head to the deck as if asking her to join in. With another glance upwards at the glittery falling snow, and then at Rose and Juleka laughing as they danced in it, she smiled back at Luka and nodded.

Although she’d unfortunately forgotten to factor in how incredibly clumsy she was.

As soon as she took an enthusiastic step forwards to follow Luka, her foot slipped out from under her and she gripped Luka’s hand even harder as she flailed to try to keep her balance, which only ended up yanking him down with her in a completely ungraceful tangle of arms and legs and a little puff of white snow as they hit the deck together.

Luka had somehow managed to twist underneath her, softening the blow for her, but that meant…

She was nose to nose with him, with his arm around her and her hand on his chest and there were snowflakes melting in his hair and dusting his eyelashes and his cheeks were pink from the cold and in that moment, she swore he looked like some kind of angel.

She let the feeling carry her forwards to close the last little bit of distance between them, pressing her lips to his shyly in what could’ve been mistaken for a stray snowflake, it was so light and tentative.

Luka didn’t miss it, though. His eyes widened and his arm around her tightened as he returned the gesture, the lightest of touches of his warm lips against hers. It made her feel braver than her Ladybug suit ever did, and she dared to try it again, more firm, more sure, trying to tell him everything she hadn’t been able to figure out how to say.

His other arm wrapped around her waist as he held her there, kissing her back on the snow-encrusted deck of the Liberty as more snow kept falling on them.

She’d hardly noticed she was shivering, but then, Luka was, too. It forced them apart and as they got to their feet, they both seemed to remember at the same time that they hadn’t been alone on the ship. Although, it didn't seem like time had stopped for anyone else like it had for them just now. Thankfully, Rose and Juleka were still dancing, oblivious, it seemed, to what had just happened, although Marinette thought there was an extra twinkle of romance in Rose’s eyes when she glanced their way. Ivan glanced their way, too, but only nodded once, smiling, and lumbered off.

Luka had helped her up, and his hand was still somehow around hers. They were both still shivering, his cheeks were as pink as hers were flushed, his jacket was still around her shoulders, and the snow was still gently falling all around them, but as they stared at each other, smiling and breathless and warm, Marinette knew that she’d never be cold again.

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