#also I get it could be a great political move but I think it makes more sense to marry them to other great houses đ¤ˇââď¸
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I know itâs probably just because I missed something, but it doesnât make any sense to me whatsoever that Alicent would marry Aegons and Helaena to each other. Alicentâs probably the most devout woman of the Faith Iâve seen in the show. Alie literally replaces all the Targaryen tapestries with ones of the Faith and puts seven pointed stars everywhere. I mean itâs literally a sin in her religion for one to marry their siblings, and I doubt she would let her children commit something that could damn them to the Seven Hells.
#I might have missed something and need a rewatch#but it still doesnât make since for catholic guilt alicent to do that#asoiaf#hotd#alicent hightower#my bug queen helaena targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#also I get it could be a great political move but I think it makes more sense to marry them to other great houses đ¤ˇââď¸
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Ooof
Looking at old posts, sometimes you just ask yourself what was I thinking đ
#only then you realize maybe i did change a bit#i'm feeling embarassed about some of the things i said#maybe i really was an insufferable person at times đ
#but maybe that retrospective opinion is also normal#i really really should have worded some things better#altough i still stand with some of my opinions but i definetly would argue in a different way#like god was i overdramatic i know i might still be sometimes today but not as much#i feel like now i'm much more logical and level headed in comparisson also in how i try to get my point accross#and i got so worked up over things i got no control over like yeah sure some things may be very unfair but you have to move on#like i still feel my rants about gregor's treatment from Ăśsv and it makes me very upset when i think about how it ended#but at the end of the day there's no way you could influence such decisions in any way altough ranting helps yes#but like now in football if i get worked up over some coaches decisions which harm my team in my opinion ... yeah frustrating but ...#i can't change it#or some athlete who is hard done by their club or whatever no matter how unfair it might be i can do nothing#can only hope they make the best of their situation but ultimately no things i have no controll over are sth i should think abt all day#doesn't mean i never get upset ... i still do sometimes very much but i'm much better at distancing myself from these things after some time#tbf it does help gregor my alltime favourite isn't involved anymore but i still believe i would act differently#like yeah some things sucked but he was a more than capable and great athlete and smart person who had to deal with all that stuff -#and i could do nothing about all the things i felt were unfair#also not just related to these things i remember in school i blamed my teachers sooo much for bad grades#i had some really bad teachers one who i am sure disliked me but i underestimated the hand i played in this#like sure she was all that but i completely put all blame on her and convinced myself there was nothing i could have done better#when now i know SURELY i could have studied more bc i really didn't know what studying a lot even meant in school#i was so lazy and also instead of trying to make an effort to get on my teachers good side like hers i just thought it's pointless anyway#... thinking to myself she won't ever like me no matter what i do ... not that i'm the person now to kiss up to others but just be polite#and put in your best effort it does wonders ... like if your uni professors like you makes life sm easier and getting better grades as well#or extensions on papers lol#i almost did the opposite in school i was not outright rude or smth but i don't think i was very good at hiding my dislike for here#well anyways#besides also so many of things i liked and hobbies i had i really couldn't imagine having this life anymore đ
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Well I finished The Hands of The Emperor, and well it was by no means a perfect read or my personal favorite ever, I did enjoy it immensely. My main takeaway is that more books should be allowed to be really long and character focused and about retirement-age adults and have a bajillion little subplots
#daisyreads#some of the scenes were superfluous but also I still had fun reading them so literally whatever#I do have to say though. I had the ebook and was in no way prepared for how long this book was#my loan expired and I had to wait to check it out again#anyway I feel like it didn't follow through satisfyingly with some of the major stuff at the end#like the ending was all about Cliopher and that stuff was lovely but also like. we kinda just stopped focusing on the emperor#also it got a little preachy/unsubtle at the end but whatever#>>going to make a really stupid joke please ignore>>#[why was this Atlas Shrugged for liberals lol]#<<okay moving on#anyway I loved loved loved a lot of the character moments#especially when you keep thinking we're building up to a character losing control and finally expressing everything they've been bottling u#except then it doesn't quite work that way because when you've been swallowing it for so long you just kind of choke#anyway Cliopher is a great character and I love him but he could have been a little less perfect at everything#and we could have done with a little less ''other people get slammed over the head with how perfect he is''#but anyway. I still liked it. close to my heart#loved the slow trickle of worldbuilding and the time to get to know it#the zoomed-in and zoomed-out worldbuilding both#although I'm still confused about The Fall but whatever#anyway I really liked some of the internal and interpersonal conflicts and relationship dynamics#very tender exploration of stuff that doesn't usually get focused on in the genre#anyway I am always a sucker for political fantasy as I am learning
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The Cook and The Teacher!
Let's pretend The Bear and Abbot Elementary are in the same city.
Another cute interaction between Carmen (Carmy) Berzatto x Abbot Teacher Femreader! Sunshinereader!
You sat at the table, doing your best to appear interested as your date droned on about his latest work achievements. Something about managing accounts, sealing big deals, and being âessentialâ to the success of his company. Youâd lost track of the details five minutes in, your polite smile starting to feel like a workout for your face.
ââŚbut you wouldnât get that,â he said, waving his hand dismissively, like you were a child. âTeaching kids and all. Itâs like... coloring books and snack time, right?â
Your smile faltered, and you tightened your grip on the stem of your wine glass, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. âNot quite. Itâs actually pretty challengingâteaching is about shaping young minds, not just... crayons.â
âSure, sure,â he said, nodding like he wasnât really listening. âBut you have to admit, itâs not exactly high stakes.â He leaned back in his chair, a smug grin stretching across his face. âI mean, no offense.â
âNone taken,â you replied tightly, though the bile creeping up your neck said otherwise. You took a slow sip of your wine, hoping the glass might serve as a buffer between his words and your patience. Spoiler: it wasnât working.
Inwardly, you cursed yourself for agreeing to this. What had Ava said when she pitched the idea? âGirl, youâre way too cute to be single and wasting away in that apartment of yours. You need to get out there. Shake things up. And this guy? Total catchâtall, successful, and probably rich. Youâre welcome.â
At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Avaâs relentless confidence had rubbed off on you, and the idea of putting yourself out there sounded... productive, if not promising. After all, your secret crush on your cute neighbor wasnât going anywhere.
Carmy.
You couldnât help but think about him as Ben prattled on about his âhuge network.â Carmy was quiet, focused, and sweet in a way you didnât think he realized. But he was also impossible to read. Sure, youâd had a few conversations here and there, shared a laugh or two, but heâd never made a move. You hadnât eitherâparalyzed by the thought of misinterpreting things and embarrassing yourself.
Which is how youâd ended up here, with Ben. Wonderful, condescending Ben, who clearly thought your lifeâs work was a joke.
âAnd this place,â Ben said, gesturing around the restaurant with a smug grin. âPretty great, right? Super exclusive. I know a guy who knows the chef here. Heard heâs like, a genius or something. Figured weâd go all out.â
You glanced around the dimly lit space, suddenly more aware of the upscale decorâthe polished wood tables, the soft amber glow of the overhead lights, and the quiet hum of conversation that seemed to fill the air like music. It was... fancier than youâd expected.
The Bear.
Youâd heard of it, of courseâwho hadnât? It was one of those places people raved about, where getting a reservation was an accomplishment in itself. The kind of place where you know the food would be incredible, but the bill would make you question your life choices. Nice, but you were pretty sure you could only afford, like, a cup of water here.
Ben leaned in closer, grinning smugly. âThis chef guy? Supposedly some kind of prodigy. I donât know the details, but people say heâs a big deal. Good thing Iâve got connections, huh?â
âMhm,â you hummed, noncommittal, as you glanced toward the bustling kitchen. A wave of heat and light spilled out from behind the pass, where you could just make out the shadowed figures of chefs moving in synchronized chaos.
As you sipped from your wine glass, trying to find something redeemable about Benâs endless self-promotion, you wondered if maybe Ava had oversold this whole âdating adventureâ thing.
Carmy spotted you the second you walked in.
Heâd been at the pass, focused on plating an intricate dishâa delicate arrangement of seared scallops and edible flowersâwhen his gaze drifted toward the dining room. His hands paused mid-motion, a faint crease forming between his brows as he recognized you.
You were hard to miss, sitting near the window in a corner booth, your posture poised but just slightly tense. Dressed in something a little sleeker than usual, you looked... different. Not in a bad wayânever in a bad wayâ Not that you ever looked anything less than beautiful, but tonight, something about you seemed⌠striking, enough that he found himself staring longer than he shouldâve.
His eyes flicked to the guy sitting across from you. The guy who was laughing too loud, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, gesturing with wild hands as he talked. You, on the other hand, wore a polite smile that didnât quite light up the room as it usually did.
Carmyâs jaw tightened. He wasnât sure why the sight of you with someone else tugged at his chest the way it did, but it lingered, heavy and unwelcome.
Itâs none of your business, he told himself, forcing his focus back to the dish in front of him. You werenât his to worry about.
You werenât his at all.
Still, his gaze flicked back toward your table, almost involuntarily, catching the way your date seemed oblivious to your discomfort. Carmyâs stomach twisted at the thought. He didnât know what he expectedâmaybe for the guy to notice the way you played with your napkin or to tone down his boisterous toneâbut it wasnât this.
âChef?â Sydneyâs voice broke his focus, sharp but professional.
âYeah,â he muttered, snapping back to reality. His eyes returned to the plate in front of him, the arrangement now slightly skewed from his distraction. He adjusted it quickly, his movements precise but tighter than usual. âThanks, Chef.â
As Sydney moved on, Carmy risked one last glance at you. The corner booth, the dim lighting, the guy who couldnât seem to shut upâit all felt wrong. But he pushed it down, buried it under the quiet rhythm of the kitchen, telling himself it wasnât his place to care.
And yet, he did.
He cared enough to, like some kind of creep, step out of the kitchen and hover near the hallway that led to the restrooms. It wasnât a planânot really. He told himself he just needed a breather, a moment to clear his head and shake off the knot in his chest. But he wasnât fooling anyone, least of all himself.
The low hum of the restaurant buzzed in his ears as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He didnât even know what heâd say if you saw him. Maybe heâd play it off, and act like he just happened to be there. But then, what were the odds youâd even notice him? You were here with someone else, after all.
It was ridiculous, he knew thatâirrational evenâ he should go back, really what the fuck was he thinking--
But the sound of heels clicking softly against the floor pulled him from his spiralling thoughts. His breath hitched as you turned the corner, and your expression turned to one of shock when you spotted him.
âCarmy?â you said, stopping mid-step. Your voice carried a note of surprise, but there was something else there tooâcuriosity, maybe, or even relief at seeing a familiar face in such an unfamiliar situation.
âHey,â he said, standing a little straighter, as if he hadnât just been loitering near the hallway like a guilty teenager. He cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. âDidnât think Iâd see you here.â
You blinked, your eyes flicking over his clothesâthe crisp white uniform. The realization dawned on you, and your brows lifted in surprise.
âYou work here?â
âYeah,â he said, shifting his weight slightly. âI, uh... I own it.â
Your eyes widened, and you couldnât help the soft laugh that escaped you. âYou own it?â
âYeah,â he said again, a bit softer this time. His lips twitched into a faint, almost sheepish smile. âI started it a while back. Kind of⌠a long story.â
You took a moment to process this revelation, glancing around the restaurant as if seeing it in a new light. The warm lighting, the carefully plated dishes youâd glimpsed on their way to other tablesâit all made sense now. Of course, this was Carmyâs place. It was thoughtful, deliberate, but somehow unpretentious.
âWow,â you said, meeting his gaze again. âThatâs... impressive.â
Carmy shrugged, his hands slipping into his pockets. âItâs just work. Nothing fancy.â
âNothing fancy?â you repeated, a small laugh escaping as you gestured toward the elegant decor. âCarmy, this place is gorgeous. Youâre way too modest.â
"Thanks," His lips twitched into a faint smile, but his eyes lingered on you, searching before he added, âYou didnât look like you were having a great time out there.â
You blinked at the sudden change in topic, your surprise melting into something closer to embarrassment.
âOh,â you said, glancing toward the dining room before meeting his gaze again. âYeah, itâs... itâs a date.â
Carmyâs jaw tightened imperceptibly, though his expression didnât waver.
âFigured,â he muttered, his voice steady but low.
âNot a great one,â you admitted, your lips quirking into a dry smile. âBlind date, courtesy of Ava. Itâs... fine, I guess. Heâs just... not my type.â
Carmy raised an eyebrow, his curiosity getting the better of him. âWhatâs your type, then?â
The question caught you off guard, your breath hitching slightly as his words hung in the air. You laughed softly, deflecting. âI donât know. Someone who doesnât treat teaching like itâs a hobby or call it a job anyone can do.â
His lips twitched into a faint smirk, and he shook his head in disbelief. âHe did not say that.â
You groaned dramatically, closing your eyes as if the memory physically pained you. âOh, but he did. Word for word, and I quote: âTeaching is important, I guess. But itâs gotta be, like⌠easy, right? Summers off, finger painting, all that?â And thenâthen!âhe laughed. Like heâd just unlocked the secret to stand-up comedy.â
Carmy blinked, his smirk fading into something closer to incredulity. âYouâre kidding.â
âI wish I were,â you said, sighing dramatically. âYouâd think he was trying out his Type Five for open mic night. And the pièce de rĂŠsistance? He throws in the classic âno offense.â Like thatâs a verbal Ctrl+Z or something.â
That earned a real laugh from Carmy this time, his shoulders shaking slightly as he shook his head. âWhat the hell? So, this is what youâre dealing with?â
âOh, but Iâm thriving,â you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm waving your hand dismissively. âPeak romantic energy. Nothing like being told my career is a glorified arts-and-crafts workshop to really get the sparks flying.â
Carmy leaned slightly against the wall, crossing his arms as he listened. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyesâirritation, maybe, or quiet disbelief. âAnd youâre still out there?â
âExcellent question, Chef Carmy,â you said, pointing at him with mock gravity. âI think itâs a mix of morbid curiosity, sheer stubbornness, and maybe a touch of guilt. I mean, he did spring for the wine. Even if he did refer to it as a âtop-shelf pour.ââ
That made Carmy snort, his head dropping slightly as he tried to compose himself. âTop-shelf pour, huh? Sounds like a real charmer.â
You laughed softly, though there was a bite of bitterness in it. âOh, totally. Itâs been a real dream date. Honestly, if he makes one more crack about teaching being âeasy,â I might justââ You mimed strangling someone, your hands curling dramatically as you added a mock growl for effect.
Carmy chuckled, the corner of his mouth quirking up. âIâd pay to see that.â
âDonât tempt me,â you shot back, your grin sharpening. âIt might get me out of this date, but Iâm pretty sure assault charges arenât a great look for me.â
He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âFair point.â
Your playful energy dimmed slightly as you glanced toward the dining room. âAnyway, I should probably get back out there before he starts mansplaining the wine list to the waitress. Again.â
Carmyâs lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh, but instead, he straightened up quickly, the weight of his role as head chef settling back onto his shoulders. âYeah, I should... head back to the kitchen too. Got a lot to wrap up tonight.â
You turned back to him, your expression softening. âThanks, by the way,â you said, holding his gaze. âFor... checking in, I guess. You didnât have to do that.â
He shrugged a gesture that looked casual but felt like it carried more weight. His voice dropped slightly as he replied, âYeah, I did.â
The words hung there for a beat, his meaning lingering just beneath the surface as the two of you locked eyes. The air between you felt heavy, almost tangible, like a thread being pulled taut. You wanted to say somethingâanything. Maybe a joke to break the tension, or maybe the truth: that you liked him, that you wished it was him sitting across from you tonight, making you laugh instead of testing your patience.
Unbeknownst to you, Carmyâs thoughts ran dangerously close to yours. Heâd been replaying every interaction with you since the day you moved in next door, every laugh, every casual smile. The thought of you with someone elseâsomeone who didnât seem to notice the little things about you the way he didâmade his chest tighten in ways he couldnât explain.
But before either of you could give voice to the thoughts swirling in your heads, the faint sound of your dateâs voice carried through the hallway, breaking the moment like a needle scratching across a record. You winced slightly, the weight of reality pulling you back.
âUgh. Thatâs my cue,â you said, shooting Carmy an exaggerated grimace. âDuty calls.â
Carmy nodded, his expression carefully neutral, though the flicker in his eyes betrayed the emotions he was trying to keep in check. âGood luck out there.â
âThanks,â you said with a wry grin. âIâll need it.â
Despite his words, his gaze lingered on yours, as if searching for something unspoken. For a moment, you thought maybeâmaybeâheâd say something more, but instead, he stepped back, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âSee you around,â he said, his voice quieter now.
âYeah,â you replied softly, your heart squeezing as you turned to head back toward the dining room. âSee you around.â
As you walked away, you couldnât shake the feeling that you were leaving something unfinished behind. And Carmy, watching you go, felt much the same, his hands flexing at his sides as he fought the urge to call after you.
When he finally turned back toward the kitchen, his jaw tightened, the moment still playing over in his mind. He rubbed the back of his neck, willing himself to focus as he pushed open the swinging door. The familiar clatter and hum of the kitchen greeted him, but it did little to drown out the thoughts circling his head.
He barely made it three steps before Richie appeared, leaning casually against the counter with his signature smirk firmly in place.
âWell, well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence,â Richie drawled, crossing his arms. âWhatâs the matter, Cousin? Lose track of time out there? Or were you too busy making googly eyes at the customer? Can't blame you thought, she's gorgeous.â
Carmyâs jaw ticked, his shoulders stiffening. âShut up, Richie.â
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Your dateâs voice droned on, a monotonous background noise to your growing sense of regret. Why had you agreed to this? Why hadnât you just stayed home with a glass of wine and a good book?
Just as you were contemplating an excuse to leaveâfeigning a sudden headache, maybe, or an urgent call from a friendâa waiter approached your table. It wasnât the same one who had been serving you throughout the evening, but an older guy with an easy smile and a glimmering of mischief in his eyes carrying a small plate in hand. The plate held an assortment of beautifully arranged pastries, each one delicate and intricate, like a tiny work of art.
âOh, I didnât order this,â you said, your brow furrowing as you looked up at him.
âItâs from the chef,â the waiter replied, his tone polite but with a glimmer of something knowing in his eyes.
Your eyes widened slightly, your breath catching as you glanced instinctively toward the kitchen pass. Sure enough, Carmy was there, leaning slightly against the counter, his arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, but there was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was fixed squarely on you.
Your heart gave a little jolt, heat creeping up your neck as you turned back to the table.
Your date, meanwhile, was entirely oblivious to the silent exchange. He grinned widely, puffing out his chest a little as he gestured to the plate. âSee? Told you this place was top-notch. They mustâve recognized me. Perks of being a regular.â
It took everything in you not to burst out laughing. Instead, you bit back your amusement, your lips twitching into a barely restrained smile as you reached for one of the pastries.
âRight,â you said lightly, turning the pastry over in your hand. âMust be your VIP status.â
As you took a bite, the pastry practically melted in your mouth, a perfect blend of buttery richness and delicate sweetness. It was so good it almost made you forget the company you were keepingâalmost.
âYou know, this kind of attention doesnât happen just anywhere. Itâs all about knowing the right people.â
âMmm,â you murmured, taking a bite of one of the delicate confections. It melted in your mouth, rich and buttery, with just the right amount of sweetness.
When you glanced back toward the pass, Carmy was already gone, disappearing back into the kitchen as seamlessly as heâd appeared. But his gesture lingered, wrapping around you like a quiet reassurance, a small thread of comfort in an otherwise unbearable evening.
And for the first time that night, your smile wasnât forced.
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ring my bell â ljh



⥠pairing: neighbor!jihoon x afab!reader ⥠theme: smut [18+ mdni] ⥠wc: 7k ⥠warnings: sub!reader, but also subby!jihoon, size kink, praise kink, auralism/ecouteurism, masturbation (m. & f.), oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), cum swallowing, creampie, cockwarming, dacryphilia, size kink, hair pulling, gagging, missionary, 69, nipple play/boob worship, multiple orgasms, sex toys, mild alcohol consumption, did i mention size kink, lil fluff at the end ⥠a/n: i abandoned this fic at least five times lmao but then one night at like 2am the brain rot took over and here we are! tysm to @wonwovy for beta reading, @shinysobi for the title suggestion, and @miniseokminnies for help w the photos <3
When you moved into your new condo, you were pretty sure you hit the jackpot. At first, you were a bit suspicious - how could the rent be so low in this part of town, with such a nice building? But for two months after you moved in, youâve had no problems. Sure, the shower head is a bit leaky sometimes, and you could use a bit more storage space, but overall - no complaints. As an added bonus the unit next to you was vacant - aka, peace and quiet. Perfection.Â
That vacancy didn't last forever, though. Two months in, and you found yourself with a new neighbor. You haven't had a chance to properly introduce yourself to him yet, but from the brief glimpses of him you've gotten he seems nice. You suspect he's around your age, a bit quiet, definitely keeps to himself but has been very polite in passing. And while he's not exactly your type, you do admit he is pretty cute. So, nothing wrong with him.Â
You did, however, quickly discover two major problems. One, it turns out the walls are paper fucking thin. And two - to make matters worse - his bedroom is apparently right on the other side of yours, sharing a wall. And you can hear everything.Â
By the sounds of it, the guy is single. You never hear any other voices, just his - soft moans emanating through the sad excuse for a wall, gradually getting louder, culminating in a symphony of unholy noises. You've never heard a man be so⌠vocal before.Â
At first, you just try to ignore it. Obviously, he's doing nothing wrong - this is simply a consequence of shared living spaces. So you do your best to mind your business.Â
Easier said than done.Â
A week passes. You still haven't had a chance to actually say hi to your new neighbor, but you already feel like you've become intimately acquainted with him. It feels a bit⌠wrong. This is very clearly a one-sided situation. You don't even know the guyâs name for fuckâs sake. Yet, each time, a sharp aching sensation forms a pit in your stomach. You find yourself fantasizing about him - wishing you could be on the other side of the wall, wishing you were the one responsible for the sounds being produced.Â
You've gone and fallen for a complete stranger - or at least, the idea of him. Fucking great.Â
You just need to actually meet him, you tell yourself. He could be a complete asshole. Or maybe just not your type at all. Once you say hi, you'll get over this silly little fantasy in no time.Â
Iâll make sure to run into him tomorrow, you determine. You go to bed, content with your plan.Â
Not five minutes after you crawl under the covers, you start to hear faint groans.Â
You reach for your airpods, but they're not on your nightstand. You must have left them in the other room.Â
Itâs fine, you decide. Itâll be over soon enough.Â
But tonight, apparently, he is taking his sweet time.Â
You stuff your head under the pillows, trying to drown out the sensual sounds, but the moaning persists. Even muffled itâs loud - and it only gets worse as the minutes pass.Â
Just when you think heâs about to finish, the sounds cease. Thank god, you think as you roll over, ready to finally get some sleep.Â
But a minute later he starts up again. Slowly at first, once again taking his time, increasing his speed at an excruciatingly slow pace. Eventually his breaths grow shorter, his groaning louder. Then, he stops.Â
As if he set out to torment you tonight, he begins once more. Â
You lay there, eyes closed, unmoving, breathing deeply, trying to ignore the aching between your legs. But it's impossible.Â
The third time around, he's clearly very on edge. His moans turn loud, whiny, pathetic. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard.Â
Donât do it don't do it don't do itâŚ
As if your arm has gained a mind of its own, your hand slides beneath the fabric of your underwear. You gasp as your fingers slip between your folds - you're fucking wet.Â
Your already-throbbing bud pulsates between your fingers. Slowly, you begin to rub your clit. The sensation is immediately overwhelming; the uninhibited cries of pleasure emanating from the other side of the wall are enough to send you over the edge. Just when you think you can't take another moment of this, he cums. And so do you.Â
Your free hand clasps over your mouth just in time. You try as hard as you possibly can to stay silent - but you want to scream. You writhe against the sheets to the sound of his release, riding out your orgasm on your fingertips. Muffled cries escape despite your efforts - but are lost amidst the manâs sea of moans. You cum long and hard, savoring every last moment of your high.Â
As you start to come down, you sink into your mattress, body spent, mind drifting off. Your neighbor seems to have exhausted himself too - the only sounds carrying through the wall now being that of deep breaths.Â
So much for running into him tomorrow.Â
You flop over onto your side, shoving the thought away - but you know even if you try, you can't avoid him forever.Â
You just pray to god he didn't hear you.Â
Of course, after a week without any encounters, you manage to run into him the very next day.Â
Upon returning from the grocery store, you head to your buildingâs elevator. The doors are closing as you approach, so you figure you'll just take the next one - but the occupant holds the door for you.Â
âThank you,â you say cheerfully, but as you step inside your stomach drops. You are face to face with your new neighbor.
âYouâre welcome,â he replies, making direct eye contact with you. You want to disappear into the walls, but you maintain your composure. The button for your floor is already lit up, so he presses the close door button.Â
âI believe I just moved into the unit next to yours,â he says as you set your heavy bags on the floor. âI've seen you around but haven't had a chance to introduce myself. Iâm Jihoon.â
He extends his hand out to you. You instantly regret setting your bags down.Â
You smile calmly, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered you are. But as you slide your hand into his, your heart rate rises. It doesn't help that he has really nice hands - large, warm, with fingers long and graceful, and a nice strong grip against your own hand. Your mind flashes back to the events of last night, picturing what those hands were doingâŚ
Stop it.Â
âIâm y/n,â you reply with a smile, trying to be as normal as possible. âNice to meet you.â
You withdraw your hand from his grasp as he lets go - nonchalantly, but with haste. Any longer and your palms would have probably started sweating.Â
âSo, how are you liking it here so far?â you ask casually.Â
âSo far so good,â he replies. âI'm honestly surprised that I was able to find anything in this part of town for such a good deal. Nice and quiet here too.â
Quiet.Â
You fear your suspicions are correct: he has no idea he's been putting on a nightly show for you.Â
The elevator gives a soft ding as it comes to a stop. You reach down to grab your bags as the door opens.Â
âCan I help you with that?âÂ
âOh, uh⌠sure.â
He picks up the heavy bags with ease. You could tell that heâs a muscular guy, but up close he looks straight up beefy. It doesn't help that the tight shirt he's wearing hugs all his muscles perfectly, his biceps nearly bursting out of his sleeves. You force yourself to look away before you start fucking drooling.Â
He delivers the bags to your front door. He returns them to you with care, making sure you have a firm grip on the handles before letting go. His hand lingers upon yours momentarily - the lightest brush of his fingertips against yours enough for your insides to do a somersault.Â
âThanks again,â you tell him, making the mistake of direct eye contact again.Â
âOf course,â Jihoon replies warmly. âSee you around.â
You flash him a smile, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. âBye!!â you blurt abruptly as you unlock your front door, hurrying inside. You want to turn around, get one more good look at him - but you shut the door behind you.Â
Your head spins as you put your groceries away. You're so wrapped up in your imagination that you nearly put the milk in the cabinet. But you can't stop daydreaming about what those muscles look like underneath his shirt.Â
You finish up and head into your bedroom. A nice hot shower should clear your mind. Not two seconds after taking off your shirt, you freeze. The familiar sounds from next door have begun yet again.Â
You stand there, half horrified, half horny. Surely it's nothing more than coincidence that your neighbor got home and started jacking off minutes after having a conversation with you. He was probably gonna do that anyway, you try to convince yourself. You're just having main character syndrome right now, this has nothing to do with you.Â
But your gut is telling you otherwise.Â
Mindlessly your fingers drift to your bra clasp, removing the garment. Taking your breast in one hand you stroke your thumb over your nipple, already hard from sudden exposure to the cool air of your room. You let yourself stand there for a minute, listening to Jihoonâs soft moans, imagining you could see him through the wall, slowly stroking his cock in his hands.Â
You feel guilty, ashamed, but the aching in your cunt overpowers any sense of remorse. Your hand makes its way into your pants, your fingers gliding through your folds, slipping easily into your soaked pussy. You wince silently, stifling the moans desperately trying to escape you. Slowly, you begin to fuck yourself. You can't help but think about how it would feel if it were Jihoonâs fingers inside you instead.Â
You stand there for a couple minutes, your clit throbbing against the motion of your palm - threatening to make you scream and cum.Â
You can't let him hear you, you keep telling yourself. But part of you almost wants him to hear you. You picture him getting so turned on hearing your cries of pleasure that he cums instantly, all over himself, making a huge mess that you would love nothing more than to help clean up.Â
You feel your climax rapidly approaching. You cease moving your fingers, but let them remain resting inside you. You try to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths to slow your pounding heart, but just as your head starts to clear you hear a sudden swell of orgasmic sounds from through the wall. As if by reflex your hand moves again. Your body tremors at the pressure against your overstimulated clit - you cum in silence, forcing your cries back inside you as . You ride out your high, and so does Jihoon, his moans slowly softening as he comes back down.Â
Heart pounding, you slowly remove your fingers from your cunt. Your hand is soaked; you find yourself wishing it was Jihoon's face instead, glistening with your juices after eating you out, making you cum an unreasonable amount of times.Â
You sigh. You know this should all feel wrong. But why does it feel so good then?
A strange combination of feelings overtake your body: tingling bliss from your orgasm, guilt from the reason for your orgasm, an overpowering yearning for the touch of essentially an entire stranger.Â
You strip the remainder of your clothes off and proceed to take a very long, very hot shower.Â
You wake up the next morning stupidly horny.
It didnât help that you had a dream about Jihoon. In it, you were standing in his bedroom, watching him masturbate to the sight of you. His cries echoing through your subconscious, the pathetic look on this face as he came all over himself - itâs not surprising you woke up to a puddle between your legs.
You pause, listening to see if you can hear your neighbor next door, but you hear nothing. You reach into your nightstand, pulling out your favorite vibrator. The purple device rumbles in your hand as you turn it on. For a vibrator, itâs pretty quiet, but with your stupid thin walls you know it would be perfectly audible from the other side. You think Jihoon isnât around - surely you would hear him if he were - but even if he is, you truly donât even care anymore. You position the toy lightly upon your clit - even through the fabric of your underwear, its powerful vibrations instantly feel amazing. A soft groan escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your hips begin to move lightly at the stimulation - the pressure of the vibratorâs end causing your wetness to stick to your panties. You attempt to restrain your moaning, but before long you cease resisting. It feels too good. Your orgasm quickly builds in your gut, making you whimper as you squirm against your pillow, its intensity growing and growing until - you cum. The fire of your release burns through your body, your cries filling the air without abandon. Deep breaths fill your lungs as you come down, soft gasps emanating from your lips as you turn the toy off and toss it aside.Â
A series of thunks echo from through the wall, followed by a hushed âshitâ.
It sounds like somebody dropping a phone or something, but whatever it is - turns out your neighbor was home after all. Whoops.
In your post-orgasm bliss you begin to drift back to sleep. You donât know what youâre going to do now next time you run into Jihoon, but thatâs a problem for later.
You end up sleeping in far too late. By the time you wake up, you feel groggy and sluggish, so you figure going to the gym will help you feel a little better. You don a soft pink pair of leggings and a light gray sports bra, filling your water bottle and grabbing your airpods on your way out the door. You wait in the hallway for the elevator. It reaches your floor with a ding, its doors sliding open to reveal who other than your next door neighbor.Â
Of fucking course.
He appears to be returning from the gym, his tight white t-shirt clinging to his body in a way that practically puts all his muscles on display. His dark hair is damp and sweaty, messy, stray strands of it sticking to his forehead. He looks up to see you standing there, a panicked look instantly filling his eyes. His skin is already flush from exercising, but his ears turn practically crimson at the sight of you.Â
âHi,â you say with a friendly smile.
He freezes, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly tries to shake it off.
âOh, uh, hey,â he mumbles in an attempted nonchalant tone, but already his cheeks are becoming more flustered. You see his eyes flicker up and down your body - your outfit isnât terribly revealing, but itâs certainly on the sexier side of athleticwear. He stands there, awkwardly frozen - so long that the elevator door begins to shut again. He grabs hold of it, triggering the motion sensor so it reopens. He starts to shuffle past you, but you decide youâre feeling bold enough to try and engage him in a conversation.
âJust coming back from the gym?â you ask casually.
He stops in the hallway, standing right before you.
âOh, yeah.â
âDo you also go to the one over on Clark Street?â you question. You wonât hold him up too long - he looks like he wants to perish - but you figure youâll torment him for another minute or so. âThatâs where Iâm headed now.â
âYeah, I do,â he answers, subtly shifting his gym bag in front of his body.Â
âCool! Maybe weâll see each other there sometime,â you tell him in a chipper tone.Â
âMaybe, yeah. Thatâd be cool,â he replies, smiling nervously.
You enter the elevator and press the ground floor button.
âWell, see ya around!â you tell him with a wave.
âYou too,â he responds, not taking his eyes off you until the elevator door shuts closed.
Three days pass - three days of pure silence from the other side of the wall.Â
Now that Jihoon has discovered the truth, he's clearly mortified. You catch a few glimpses of him around the building, but the man practically vanishes at the sight of you. You feel a little bit bad, but you know the ruse could not have lasted forever anyway.Â
Unless he somehow knows exactly when you're not home and has been jacking off exclusively then, you haven't heard him pull his dick out at all. And judging by the couple times you've seen him, the man has been incredibly on edge.Â
You return home a bit late in the evening after hanging out with some friends. Youâve had a fair bit of wine, so you're feeling a little tipsy, but you're in a pleasantly good mood. You're also decently horny; your mind drifts to your neighbor, conjuring up the image of him returning from the gym, sweaty, muscular, his t-shirt damp and tightly fitted against his sculpted body.Â
Not two minutes pass after you step inside before you hear the SLAM of a door from the hallway. Footsteps approach your unit, followed by frantic knocking on your front door.Â
You scurry over to the entrance, reaching out to unlock the door, but the pit in your stomach makes you pause. What if heâs mad at you? you start to worry.Â
Well, only one way to find out.Â
With the click the deadbolt turns. You swing the door open to reveal Jihoon, in a plain white t-shirt and grey fucking sweatpants.Â
He stares at you, standing frozen in your doorway. You can see the gears turning in his head, trying to calculate if this is all a mistake.Â
After just enough moments of silence for it to be awkward, he clears his throat.Â
âHi, um⌠May I come in?â
He looks incredibly tense, but the way he's staring at you with such intensity makes your pussy ache.Â
âSure.â
You step aside, gesturing for him to come in.Â
He enters. He takes a look around as you shut the door behind him.Â
âIt's really nice in here,â he comments, attempting to make small talk.Â
âOh, thank you,â you say with a friendly smile. He looks even more nervous now that he's in your apartment. He pauses, nonchalantly observing some of the artwork on your wall, seemingly trying (and failing) to come up with a good segue into whatever he came over here to say.Â
âSo, umâŚâ he starts, rubbing his hands together anxiously.Â
âI just wanted to⌠uh⌠well, I figured I should probably let you knowâŚâÂ
You inch even closer to him as he stumbles over his words; his shoulders tense slightly. He runs one hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.Â
âI guess I just wanted to apologize,â he finally is able to articulate. âI just recently realized that the walls in this building are pretty thin and uh⌠well I guess I donât know if I've been loud at allâŚâÂ
Blushed redness creeps up his neck as his terrible lying resonates through the room.Â
Maybe it's the way he's standing there, doing nothing but stumbling over his words yet looking incredibly sexy, or maybe it's the wine - but you're feeling bold today.Â
âYeah, you have been.â
The pale color of his cheeks suddenly goes even paler, turning his entire face sheet-white as he stands there, horrified. Then, the redness returns with a vengeance. He looks like a very hot, very nervous tomato.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he stammers, âI really had no idea-â
âWhy are you apologizing?â
He stares at you, confused.Â
âUmâŚâ
He waits for you to clarify, but you don't. Seeing him this flustered up close and personal has your panties soaked already, and you want to revel in it.Â
He lets out a deep sigh.Â
âI just⌠I know I can be loud sometimes, but from now on Iâll be more conscientious of my⌠volume. And I just don't want you to think Iâm perverted or anythingâŚâ
He shakes his head, realizing he's just digging himself a deeper hole at this point.Â
âAnyway, Iâm really sorry to bother you, I should get going-â
He tries to slip past you, but you throw your arm out in front of him, slamming your palm into the wall of the narrow hallway as you block him from exiting. He freezes, involuntarily holding his breath as panic spreads across his face.Â
âWhat if I like it?â
Your arm brushes against his torso, his chest heaving into you with his quickening breaths.Â
âWhat?â he asks, barely more than a whisper, clearly taken aback by your question.Â
âWhat if I like hearing you?â
His eyes widen. You step even closer into his personal space, your face now mere inches from his.Â
âWhat if I want to hear you making those noises on this side of the wall, in my bed?â
You grasp onto his t-shirt, yanking his body into yours. He lets out a gasp as your tits press into his chest - his mouth is now so close to yours that you feel the exhale against your lips.Â
âWould you like that?â
He gazes at you, his eyes darkening with desire. Then - he kisses you.Â
It's not a delicate kiss, nor is it sweet. He kisses you as if he intends to devour you, hungrily tugging at your lips as he grasps at your waist fervorously, aching to touch every inch of you.Â
His large hands slip underneath your shirt, gripping your sides tight as he caresses your warm skin. Your heart races in your chest, the sounds of rushing blood flooding your ears as you kiss Jihoon, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, basking in the radiant heat of his body against yours.Â
âOh wow,â he mutters into your mouth as his lips depart yours briefly.Â
You grasp onto his tshirt, balling the fabric in your fists, pulling him with you as you stumble toward your bedroom together, still kissing him.Â
As you step through the doorway, you tug on his shirt, prompting him to remove it. He pauses, contemplating the taste of wine lingering on your lips.
âAre you⌠drunk?â he asks delicately. âI just want to make sureâŚâ
âA little,â you reply, leaning into him, so close that the vibrations of your soft-spoken words resonate against his lips.
âBut I know what I want.â
Jihoon squeezes the flesh of your hips, his grip unrelentless, as if someone was going to take you away from him. A thick bulge beneath his sweatpants presses against you as he holds you tightly against him.
âAnd what do you want?â he asks in a low voice, staring at you hungrily. âTell me.â
âFirst,â you start, pulling at his shirt again. âGet rid of this.â
He yanks his tshirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Standing before you now, shirtless, you get a true look at his brawny figure: huge biceps framing his body, thick pectorals protruding from his chest, chiseled abs sculpting his stomach. The man has muscles you didnât even know existed. You delicately drag your fingertips up and down his torso, admiring him; his cock twitches against you at your touch.
âGod youâre so fucking hot,â you mumble as you gaze into his eyes - giving him the most pathetic, needy, seductive look you can muster.Â
Redness spreads across his neck and chest. Heâs clearly easily flustered (at least, for you), and you plan to take full advantage of this.Â
You slip one finger beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging lightly.Â
âNow, get rid of these.â
Obediently, he slides his pants down, having to stretch the elastic further to get it over his bulge. Kicking the sweats off, you get a clearer look at what heâs packing. Even through the dark fabric of his underwear, the outline of his hard cock is undeniable - not only long, but thick. Your pussy clenches at the mere sight of his size.Â
You can't wait any longer. You run your hand over his clothed cock, feeling its weight in your palm. Jihoon groans, letting out the sweet sound you've until now only heard muffled through the wall. Hearing him now, here, in your bedroom - it's music to your ears.Â
Reaching into his underwear, you grip your hand around his girth - he nearly whimpers at the sensation. You give him a few strokes before pulling his cock fully out, causing you to let out an audible gasp.Â
Fucking shit.
Jihoon gives you an embarrassed smile, making you realize you said that out loud and not just in your head. But if anything your reaction wasn't even dramatic enough, because his cock is fucking huge. You take him in your fist, slowly pumping up and down; his eyes roll back into his head, letting out a deep sigh as you stroke him. You press your lips into his neck, planting delicate kisses into the soft skin.
âOh god,â he groans under his breath.Â
With his dick twitching in your hand, growing stiff and somehow even longer, you drop to your knees, positioning your face directly beneath the behemoth of a cock. You gaze up at him as you drag your tongue from his base to his tip; he strokes your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers, gazing down at you with a look of equal parts admiration and lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that has dribbled out. Taking just a tiny bit of his tip between puckered lips, you begin suckling on it, lapping up his juices and teasing him with the bare-minimum stimulation. His low hum swells into a moan as you slowly slide his cock into your mouth, taking as much of his length as possible before you start to choke (Not yet, you think to yourself. Save that for later.)
âFuck, you look so good right now,â he groans, cupping your cheek in his large hand as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. âSo beautiful with my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.âÂ
Sharp throbbing pulses between your legs at the slightest of praise. You slide your mouth up and down his length, gradually increasing your pace. His tip hitting the back of your mouth only makes you want more, makes you want to swallow him whole, gag on the entire shaft as his massive size fills your throat. Finally, you can resist no longer - you swallow the rest of him, your lips greeting his base as his full length slides down your throat. Tears instantly begin welling in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, choking on Jihoonâs cock.
He places one hand upon your hair, grasping it in his fist as you give him the absolute sloppiest head heâs ever received. Grotesque gagging sounds emanate from your throat, but are nearly drowned out by the lewd string of moans coming from Jihoon. He wants nothing more than to watch you choke on his cock, see your tears flowing freely as you stare up at him, eyes longingly transfixed upon each other - but he canât help but shut his eyes, head falling back at the overwhelming pleasure youâre making him feel. It starts to take over his whole body - his hips reflexively begin thrusting, sinking his length deep into your throat. Before long he pulls you by the hair, wresting you off of him; strings of saliva stretch from his drenched cock to your coated lips, bubbles of spit running down your chin.Â
âSorry, that was going to make me cum way too fast,â he tells you with a sheepish smile. âYouâre just so- ohhhâŚâ His sentence is cut off by you placing one of his balls in your mouth, lightly sucking on it before taking the other as well.Â
âFuck thatâs hot,â he grumbles, stroking your hair gently. You shift on your knees, trying to sit more comfortably upon the floor; Jihoon notices.
âCome here,â he instructs as he pulls you up off the floor. âI want you to be comfortable.âÂ
He brings you over to the bed, laying down atop it. You go to resume your place between his legs, but he grabs your arms to stop you.
âYou should take these off,â he insists, tugging at your clothes with desperation in his eyes. âPlease. I wanna see you.â
You pull your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. Slowly you unfasten your pants, sliding them down your hips - a bit timidly, for as horny as you are right now youâre suddenly afflicted with a wave of shyness. But the way Jihoon is looking at you - eyes glazed over with pure lust, licking his lips like he wants to devour you - is driving you utterly crazy. You swiftly remove your bra and panties, standing nude before him as he marvels at the sight of you.
âYouâre perfect,â he says, his voice deep and gravelly. Your pussy clenches, attempting to alleviate the powerful aching in your core. Jihoon takes your hand, drawing you into the side of the bed.
âSit on my face. Please.â
Itâs not an order; the way he is looking up at you, squeezing your hand - heâs begging.
âOnly if I can suck your cock at the same time,â you say with a cheeky grin. His eyes widen.Â
âWould you like that?â you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes at him as you trace circles on his stomach with one fingernail.Â
âY-yeah,â he whimpers, his voice cracking slightly. Â
âGood.â
You crawl onto the bed, swinging your legs over Jihoonâs head as you face his painfully erect cock. You situate yourself steadily, lowering your pussy toward his face, until you feel his soft, plush lips against you. Instantly he lets out a loud moan, the vibrations against your soaked core triggering a sharp jolt in your stomach. He wraps his arms around your inner thighs, holding you tight against him, his moans still resonating through the room even with his face buried in your cunt.Â
He begins to work his tongue deep into your folds, licking every last bit, lapping up as much of your juices as he possibly can - the rest certainly dripping down his chin. You lean over, reaching for his thick cock one more; you grip the base tight in your fist, stroking the hilt while taking the rest in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length. The pathetic noises coming from under your cunt grow even louder - Jihoon begins to squirm underneath you, bucking his hips as he continues eating you out as if the world were ending tomorrow. He latches onto your clit, suckling on the stimulated bud; you cry out, but the sound is garbled amidst your cacophony of unbridled gagging noises. Your eyes flood with tears as your orgasm rapidly approaches - you grind your hips on his face, stimulating your pussy further and further, the burning in your gut swelling and swelling, your legs trembling even in Jihoonâs tight embrace. Your whole body convulses atop of his as you reach your climax. Desperate for air, you pull your head up, your mouth now empty but quickly refilled with cries of pleasure as you cum all over Jihoonâs face.Â
âOh my godddd,â you wail, your mind going blank as every nerve in your body lights up like fireworks.Â
âOh my god, oh fuckkkk, JihoonâŚâ
The rumbling vibrations of his groaning carry you through an overpowering orgasm; you ride out your high as he sucks on your clit mercilessly while his nose presses into your cunt. Youâre seeing stars as you begin to come down, unable to think any coherent thoughts - instead basking in how fucking incredible Jihoon just made you feel.Â
You lift your throbbing pussy off his face, giving your poor overstimulated clit a moment to recover.Â
âGonna cum, âm so close,â Jihoon moans. You quickly pop his dick back into your mouth, sliding his length in and out, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his cock like your life depends on it.Â
âAhh, ahhhhh, ah fuck-âÂ
Hot white ropes shoot deep into your throat as he releases. His melodic moans and whining cries form a grand symphony that fills your bedroom - in this moment, you are absolutely certain that you've never heard a more beautiful sound.Â
His cock pulsates in your mouth, letting out every last spurt of cum for you to eagerly swallow. As he finishes, you slowly slide his cock out of your mouth - still marveling at the sheer size of it.Â
âOh my god,â he groans softly. You swing your leg over his head, turning yourself around to lay beside him. You wrap your arms around his torso, becoming the big spoon as you nuzzle your face into his neck.Â
âWow,â he proclaims with a deep, satisfied exhale. He lays silently as he recovers, catching his breath and coming back down to earth. Finally, with a sigh, he turns to face you. You raise your head up enough for your noses to meet.Â
Jihoon gazes into your eyes, eyelids heavy in his post-orgasmic bliss. He hesitates, bringing his hand up to your cheek and cradling it gently.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he finally asks, his voice no more than a soft whisper.Â
You nod. He kisses you - this time not hungry and desperate, but slow and saccharine. Your lips lock, laying there entangled in each otherâs embrace - his muscular arms hold you tight, enveloping you in the warmth radiating from both of your sweat-covered bodies. As your lips eventually part, you remain snuggled by his side - him playing with your hair while you trace your fingertips over his toned body. Eventually, he takes your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him.Â
âI donât know if fucking your next door neighbor is necessarily a wise thing to do,â he starts. âBut that was incredible. Youâre incredible.â
You smile.Â
âI don't know either,â you chuckle. âBut the way you basically broke down my door to come fuck me was really hot.â
Jihoon laughs, his face lighting up with a beaming smile.Â
âYeah, um. I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to do that.â
âI do,â you inform him. âYou were thinking with your dick.â
âOkay yeah, you're right,â he admits with a grin.Â
He reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your palm.Â
âWould you want to do this again?âÂ
âLike, right now?â you reply.Â
âNo I mean like- ⌠well, yes actually,â he answers, his face lighting up with excitement. âBut I meant like, in the future.â
You nod, a wide grin spreading across your face.Â
âIâd like that.â
âGood,â he smiles. âMe too.â
âBut alsoâŚâ
Your arms grab hold of him, rolling him over on top of you. He tries to shift, to not be placing his whole weight upon you, but you cling to him tightly, holding him in place. You roll your hips, stroking his still half-erect cock with your soaked cunt; you feel it pulse in response, already beginning to harden again.Â
âI want you to fuck me,â you speak softly into his ear, continuing to grind your pussy on his cock. His eyes roll back in his head once more.Â
âGod you're so fucking hot,â he mumbles through gritted teeth. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes open again, peering down at you amorously.Â
âGive me just a minute, baby,â he says as he shifts downward, positioning himself directly in front of your boobs. He grabs one with each hand, kneading the soft flesh in his grasp. He licks your nipple, swirling his tongue around the protruding bud, wetting it with his warm mouth before switching to your other breast. He gives them equal attention, licking and sucking on them, back and forth - whichever boob isn't in his mouth, he pinches your hard nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You press your hips up into his stomach, seeking any relief for your aching clit, but it's not enough. You whimper as he latches on to your left nipple, suckling on it so long you think you might cum again just from this. You feel the bed move beneath you as he grinds his cock against the sheets, thrusting into the mattress, seeking relief for his returned erection.Â
He lifts his head up, releasing his latch on your breast with a wet-sounding pop. His eyes stay fixed on you as he shifts further down the bed, resting comfortably between your legs as his lips hover above your cunt.Â
âIs this okay?â he checks before placing his mouth on you. You nod earnestly, brushing your fingers through his damp, messy hair. His tongue locates your entrance, slipping into your pussy, his nose brushing up against your clit, still highly sensitive from your first orgasm. You moan as his tongue glides through your folds, his face becoming soaked once again in your juices. He flickers over your clit, the warmth and wetness of his tongue quickly sending you over the edge. Your body writhes beneath him as you cum a second time, crying out with even greater pleasure than the first. It's almost overbearing, but you relish in it, delicious waves of bliss pulsating throughout your whole being. His tongue slows, licking you softly as you lay there, unable to move for a few good minutes, basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. Your fist slowly unclenches, releasing the grip you didn't realize you had on his tousled locks.Â
âDamn,â you mumble, a big goofy grin spreading across your face. Jihoon crawls back up toward you, kissing you with lips drenched in your own cum. His cock, fully hard once more, brushes against your cunt. Although you're still trying to catch your breath, you place your entrance against his tip to taunt him.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you beg, desperate to feel him inside you.Â
He pushes his cockhead into your pussy, letting out a moan as he feels your warmth. Your walls tighten as he slides the rest of his length in, fully enveloping his cock - he whines, loudly, letting the delicious sensation overtake him. He rests for a moment inside you, fearing to move as he feels the urge to cum already. But heâs too aroused to resist for much longer - slowly he begins to pump into you, deep thrusts stretching you out, filling you up like you've never felt before. Heâs almost too big, but you love it. Tears well in your eyes again as he fucks you -Â slow and tender at first, but gradually increasing his pace, soon pounding into you with powerful force. The stretch is overwhelming, but his long strokes and perfect tempo have you screaming his name, voluminous cries filling the air as he fucks you like youâve never been fucked before.Â
âYouâre taking me so well baby,â he praises, his voice low and breathy. âSo prettyâŚâ
His voice trails off. High-pitched grunts and groans escape him as his body begins to stiffen, another climax rapidly on its way. He drives his cock into you, your perfect pussy squeezing him so tight that he can't think straight.Â
âY/nâŚâ he cries. âFuck, y/n I'm cummingâŚâ
With several powerful thrusts he releases deep inside you, warm cum filling you up until you're completely full - so full that it begins to leak out of you, coating his cock and dripping all over the sheets. He finishes, laying frozen on top of you, heaving breaths echoing in your ear as he sinks his face into the crook of your neck. His cock rests inside you still, twitching occasionally against your walls. His breathing becomes so steady that you start to think heâs fallen asleep - but eventually he lifts his head, resting his temple on his fist as he takes in the sight of you, so pretty and fucked out beneath him. A lazy smile appears on his face as he stares at you, his pink cheeks glowing in his post-orgasm state. He looks so good that you involuntarily let out a little giggle.Â
âWhat?â he asks, his grin growing wider.Â
âYou're just really hot, that's all.â
His face somehow turns even rosier. He lets out an embarrassed tsk as he tries to hide his face in his hands.Â
âWhat? You are!!â you proclaim, pulling his hands away so you can see him again.Â
âSorry,â he replies timidly. âIâm not good with compliments.â
âYou'll get used to it,â you say matter-of-factly. He raises an eyebrow at you.Â
âYou say that like this is going to be a regular thing now,â he retorts, trying to keep a straight face - but the corners of his mouth twitch upward, revealing the grin he's trying to hold back.Â
âDo you want it to be?â you ask.Â
Unable to hide his smile any longer, he nods.Â
âIâd like that.â
Slowly, he pulls his spent cock out of you, making you whine at the empty sensation as even more of his cum spills out of you.Â
âWait here,â he says, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek as he rises from the bed. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
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Danny laid across his throne, legs planted across the left arm of the ornate chair and back pressed uncomfortably against the right.
"Listen," Danny started, letting his head flop to the side as he glared at a hovering Observant. "This meeting has wasted enough of my time. You all have been arguing for hours and that's without Clockwork slowing things down."
"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. Belial means to overthrow and rule my-our world!"
"I am distinctly aware aware of that," Ancients, Danny couldn't wait to go home and rid himself of the formal speech he'd had to adopt in order to be taken seriously. Well, as seriously as he cared to be taken when sprawled across his throne instead of sitting on it intimidatingly or something. He slowly placed his gaze on the suddenly still demon sitting across from him. "Yet you've proposed fifteen different plans that were all unviable for whatever reasons you've cooked up. Your conclusion is that I must step in. Does your world not have heroes to take care of it?"
The demon- another lord of hell from this Belialâs universe- fell silent.
âAh. But if they do, they would also take care of you.â
âNo- no, thatâs not-â
Danny allowed his voice to drop to the artic freeze he knew his core was capable of. "I opened these these doors to allow all of you to present me with reasonable concerns regarding your own universes and realms. What is not on the table for discussion is your petty politics. Do you think I am unaware of your intentions in tattling to me? That I do not know you are trying to use me to further your own position?"
"Your Majesty, I-" The demon growled out, fear slowly coating its expression.
"It no longer amuses me. You think that I am young and easy to manipulate." Danny froze the demon to its chair. It tried to break free, but Danny isn't the High King of the Infinite Realms for nothing. "Bring to me a miserable problem like this ever again, one that could be easily solved if you used even a smidgen of your intelligence, and you will find exactly how I tore Pariah Dark from his throne."
Not that Danny knew how he did it either, he just did it.
"Yes, Your Majesty. My-my apologies."
The room is dead (Danny patted himself on the back for the pun) silent. Some of the Ancients looked bored, like Clockwork who knew Danny would never hurt them, but everyone else looked close to crying. He held eye contact with the demon until it looked away.
When Danny settled back into the throne and allowed his ice to dissipate, the room let out a collective sigh of relief.
"The next item on the agenda is another demon, by the name of Trigon." Clockwork announced, the large piece of paper comically huge next to his currently toddler-like body.
"Another?"
He flicked an amused look at the previous demon, who kept his trap firmly shut.
"He is attempting to take over multiple worlds in an attempt to conquer the universe. I had thought you would be interested in this one, Your Majesty, as he plans to begin with Earth 135."
Danny stilled. That was his Earth. His haunt.
"Does he know of the Realms?"
"Vaguely, I believe."
"Then he should know the rules. I will wait to see if my Earth's heroes are capable to step to the task."
Danny would be a hypocrite if he doesnât let the heroes of his Earth try first, even if he is one of those heroes.
"Of course," Clockwork grinned at him, fully aware of the shit Danny's about to stir back home. Ah, the wonders of being able to influence the time stream. Perhaps the young Ghost King will finally get some friends, and maybe get those pesky speedsters to stop making his jobs so hard. Cujo yipped at Danny as the King begrudgingly moved onto the next topic.
ââ
Raven shuddered as she watched the footage of her "brothers" laughing while steering their human "meatbags" around. She turned back to the giant circle of donated blood and herb filled candles.
âThis is a nuclear option, donât you think?â Green Arrow mumbled, clearly not against it by the half hearted way heâd said it. The Star City billionaire nursed his cracked ribs.
âNo,â she floated over to where Zatanna and Constantine kneeled, trying to see if they needed help with the inscriptions. âTrigon is coming soon, and my brothers will no doubt find their way here in a moment. We are out of time.â
âYeah. Plus, we donât want Raven to be turned into a portal.â Garfield piped up, switching animal forms rapidly.
âNo one dies.â Red Robin muttered. His wrist computer was open, monitoring the surroundings of the open field they found themselves uneasily occupying. Batman grunted in affirmation, eyeing the tree line. Every hero except the magical ones were on look out, preparing themselves for one more battle against the two demons that were trying to take Raven and force her into becoming a portal.
âHey guys, we might want to hurrythisupbecausetheyâre kind of close!â Impulse slammed into the room.
âDone.â Zatanna got up, motioning for everyone to step back. In Supermanâs case, he floated back.
âToo bad you wonât get to use it,â a voice drawled, dripping with malice and the screams of a thousand souls.
âCome now, little sister. Why fight fate? Be grateful father has deigned to spare you. If not for your dirty blood being useful, you would be dead, little sister. Give up, before our patience runs out alongside the lives of your little pets.â Another, mocking, voice gleefully rumbled.
Raven would rather gouge out her own heart than to claim these two as any type of family.
âYou wonât touch them.â Raven snarled, powers rising even as the marks on her body burned a painful red.
âBuy us some time!â
With that, the group of beaten and battered heroes rose to clash against just two demons, for a chance to save their world.
ââ
The Circle crackled. Danny felt a tug on his core. He followed the thread of the summoning. Oh. It was his haunt. Earth 135. Hm. It tasted of blood. Desperation? A hint of anticipation. Oh, an overload of fear. Could use some more hope, but Danny understood that it was rather hard to season these kinds of summonings with hope.
âStop.â Danny commanded, straightening in his chair.
âSire, we have more-â
âThere is an issue with my haunt,â with that, he followed the summons.
ââ
âUgh,â was the first thing everybody on the frozen battlefield heard. The demons had smacked away many of the heroes, but they all turned as one when the circle lit up a bright green. âWhy do you people always use blood? Iâm dead, I donât need any more iron!â
A boy
Ravenâs eldest brother let out a hideous rumble. âYou fools tried to summon the king, and you got a dead boy. And now, youâve doomed another.â
Constantine looked resigned, and regretful. âI am so, so sorry,â he whispered. It was just a kid. John might be a lot of things, but even he found summoning dead kids for demons to devour was just a step too far. âShite, we got the wrong fucking-â
âHey, man, thatâs rude,â the boy snapped back, waving John off.
âBrother, kill the whelp.â
âI vote on not killing the whelp. Not killing at all, really,â the boy stepped out of the massive blood circle, wrinkling his nose at the drying stains.
âThis is not one of your pesky democracies, fool.â
In response, the demons lunged at him, ignoring the screams of the surrounding heroes as they shoved their human arms through the boyâs stomach.
âSo,â the boy continues, âI heard your dad was after my haunt?â
âYour haunt, whelp? This earth shall be his! And through him, ours!â Raven slammed against the demons with her power, shadows enlarging and tossing them away from the unharmed⌠ghost boy?
âIs it?â
ââ
Wow, these demons are so rude. Normally, itâd be a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy halls of his throne room. But since theyâre attacking his hauntâŚ
âThanks. Youâre⌠Raven, right?â
Raven nodded, arms outstretched in concentration as she held her brothers back.
âYou have to go. Weâre- weâre sorry you got pulled into this, but itâs not safe here.â
âEh. Itâs cool. You donât have to do that anymore, by the way.â Danny stepped forward once more, green skin shifting and gliding as everything about him sharpened. He flew at the demons piloting the human shells, catching them around the necks and dragging the demons out of their stolen bodies. The threw them even further away as he floated in the air, a beacon of green and white. Raven thought it looked like hope.
âMy name is Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms,â let it be known that Danny always had an eye for dramatic entrances. He shifted into something more off, more eldritch, more kingly. The crown flared to life above his head. âYou have invaded my haunt. You have challenged me. What do you plead?â
âYouâre not-â they said.
âWrong answer,â Danny flew at them once more, body contorting into something undeniably terrorizing, his maw unhinging and crunching down on the demons with a sound that made the present heroes cringe.
âUgh,â Danny grunted, turning back and floating peacefully to the group of heroes- Tucker and Sam would be so stoked he met Wonder Woman and Batman!- and chewed rapidly. He shifted back into his normal form. âEating demons always leaves me with indigestion. And their bones get everywhere up in my teeth!â Danny pulled out a giant femur looking bone from his mouth, despite it not logically fitting in there.
âRight. No eating demons, solid life advice.â Red Robin said.
âRight? So, youâre Raven! Itâs nice to meet you! Think you can summon your dear olâ dad for me?â
âBut we summoned you to stop Trigon, not help him come here.â Superman said, frowning.
âOne! That summoning circle is wack. Those things you piled up as offerings? Mid. Also, if you thought you could control me with those terribly written spells, youâre dead wrong. And yes, I am making puns about death.â Danny jabs an aggressive finger towards the shabby circle.
âHave you considered that maybe not every being that can be summoned wants a shit ton of useless blood? Like what if I wanted food? And two, how am I supposed to beat up Trigon if heâs still stuck in the prison realm?â
âI have a cup of coffee,â Nightwing offered. âKid Flash could probably get you food, right?â
âYep, surethinganythingyouwantyourMajesty.â
âYou wouldnât catch me alive accepting food from a speedster. You people fuck up the timelines so much,â Danny grumbled, crunching on the last of Ravenâs brothers. Raven thought she should probably sit down.
âBut youâre dead.â Batman said, something about his voice catching the sharp attention of his protĂŠgĂŠs who all started making cutting motions at him.
âFair,â Danny pointed at him, grinning. âIâll take two pizza and Nightwingâs coffee as payment for taking care of your little demon overlord problem. Raven, summon your dad.â
ââ
Didnât much like the characterization of this piece but itâs been in my drafts for a while and I needed it out
#ghost king danny#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#bruce wayne#justice league#summoning ritual#gone right#dcxdp#dpxdc#Batmanâs instant adoption tendencies#I wanted to write more heroes but tbh theyâre a lot of work#red Robin#raven teen titans#nightwing#tim drake#dick grayson#bamf danny phantom#dc impulse#kid flash#tbh I have trouble with the speedsters#I love them#but they mess up the timelines like crazy#clockwork#this was written listening to the original teen titans theme song#bc it was my goddamn childhood ok#beast boy#garfield something something
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My Sweet Valentine - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots
Summary: Delayed in planning Valentine's Day, you and Wanda try to do something together. The spider routine ends up getting in the way, but that doesn't mean the date was lost.
Warnings: (+18) bottom!wanda, enchanted strap, creampie, fingering, dry humping, very fluff and domestic, established relationship, both r and w are briefly specified to be introverted. | Words: 3.206k
A/N-> I had this idea while I was rewatching Sound!Euphonium, I didn't catch the relation to it but I ended up writing this on my phone again so forgive me if there are spelling mistakes. It's always great writing Spider!Reader, I hope you enjoy it.
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To plan Valentine's Day with your girlfriend should be an easy thing.Â
But for two Avengers who happen to be the most introverted antisocial people on earth - and those were Natasha's Romanoff words, not yours - the task could be really hard.
But it was you and Wanda's first Valentine's Day as a couple and you were really late on schedule.
While Natasha planned to have the most incredible and romantic trip to Greece with Maria and Tony and Pepper made reservations at some exclusive fancy Italian restaurant, you and Wanda were side to side laying on your apartment carpet. Trying to decide what you could do together by reading some flyers that were spread around the floor.
Wanda had one of the fancy restaurants in her hands when she suggested: âHow about dinner?â
You gaze at the restaurant propaganda, recognizing the name and the building from your little web-swinging adventures.
âThe Gellerâs is nice but it will be really crowded during Valentine's. And we both hate when places are too full.â You reason, receiving an agreement sound. âMaybe we can ask for takeout?â
Wanda chuckles. âOn Valentine's Day? Every place will mess up our orders, I'm sure of it. Places are normally understaffed, ordering food on holidays is like asking for them to mess up your food.â
You sigh deeply. âYeah, you're totally right. So, maybe I can cook?â
She smiles. âWe are going for food poisoning then, huh?â She teases making you chuckle with an expression of false offense. You playfully bumped your shoulder on hers but you don't move away after. The touch is warm and nice. âYou cook then.â
âYeah, but is not like we would find any free spots anywhere. We delay this way too much.â She mutters without sounding really upset. Her words were true, you both have been dancing around this date for almost three months now ever since Tony showed everyone his and Pepper's reservations. But neither of you was that anxious to be locked with another hundred couples in some loud restaurant with extra expensive and not-that-good food.
The restaurants were not the only thing discarded - Yelena and Kate's idea of a date, and band concerts were also politely declined. Mostly because neither you nor Wanda felt like facing a whole weekend of poor public hygiene and the crazy routine of musical festivals while babysitting Natasha's little sister who would definitely get really drunk with her girlfriend.
Steve was the one who suggested the most quiet and family thing, a road trip to the countryside. But since he was going with Bucky and you and Wanda didn't wish to be traumatized by their physical display of affection, their invitation was also declined.
Back on the floor of your apartment, you helped Wanda with the papers around the floor.
You were worried she would be upset about the lack of plans - even Sam with his eternal bachelor status was having a date night with some old colleague from the army. You worried that Wanda might think you're not excited to spend time with her when it is pretty much the opposite of it.
âYou know, we don't really have to do anything just because everyone is doing.â You start, hands ready to catch the papers she's bringing. âWe could just watch a movie.â
Wanda smiles, the papers are put in your hands but she doesn't move hers away.
âIf you brought wine it would be like any other date night.â
âThat's not a bad thing, right?â You retort immediately, eyes anxious towards hers. She frowns, a confused chuckle escaping her.
âNo, I mean⌠you think that too right?â
You shrug; âI just want to spend Valentine's and any other day with you, Wands. What we are doing doesn't matter much.â
She smiles, coming closer to kiss you on the lips. But the kiss is quicker than you wished. One of her hands caresses your cheek as she speaks:
âGood to know, darling, 'cause I'll be watching you do the dishes tonight.â
You chuckle, rolling her eyes at her teasing but pouting when she escapes your attempt at a second kiss.
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Valentine's Day is unfortunately a busy day for the spider.
It was true that you and Wanda didn't plan anything big but you wanted to bring her some flowers and her favorite chocolate but after fighting another dressed-up lunatic at the city hall and avoiding three different catastrophes, anything inside your backpack was definitely destroyed.
You swing back into your apartment with the mess of your gifts dripping to the floor. The wine bottle broke and soaked the chocolate and the poor flowers. Bye-bye to any college homework you forgot there.
Throwing the item at the sink, your body towards the couch was the second thing you threw.Â
And against the soft pillows the day tiredness caught up at you. With the thought that you would rest your eyes for five minutes, you woke up hours later with the door locked.
Wanda's angry arrival was also an efficient clock.
âGod, what is wrong with you? I've been calling you all day!â She slammed the door behind her, and the next second the day's newspaper was thrown at you. âDo you have any idea how worried I was? We have talked about this! You can't just fight some three-sized villain and vanish without a word! I thought-â But she stops herself, taking a deep breath when her voice cracks. You feel so terrible sorry. You know very well that Wanda has lost enough people for the whole ghosting thing to be too hard on her. Intentional or not.Â
You get up. âHey, I'm so sorry Wands, my phone broke and I came right here and closed my eyes for like two seconds. I'm sorry.â But Wanda shook her head, covering her eyes for a moment. She was not even that mad at you, it was clearly an accident that you forgot to call. But she has been so nervous all day worried about you that she needed a minute. Suddenly, she catches a glimpse of the wine-soaked flowers at the kitchen counter and frowns. âWhat is that?â
The slight indignation about the mess of an apartment you both worked hard to keep clean vanished the second she realized those were gifts.
You fixed your hair awkwardly. âHm, I was trying to make a romantic gesture. But I forgot I'm always on some freak radar.â
Wanda's hands reached for the flowers and as gentle as her touch, her magic flowed from her fingers to take all the wine away. In no time, the petals were as beautiful and healthy as when you brought it.
âThis is really not fair, darling.â She starts, moving to check the rest of the gifts. âYou made it to the front page and I have every right to be mad you didn't call through the suit to let me know you're alive.â You wanted to mutter that you're still getting used to the new suit and its high-tech functions, but Wanda is turning at you again with crossed arms.
âItâs not fair, how hard you're making to stay mad at you.â
You gave her a lopsided smile. âSo, you like the chocolate that much, huh?â
She rolled her eyes, trying to contain her smile. âWhy don't you go shower while I make dinner? There's grease from Rino's suit all over your face.â
You click with your tongue, swinging a little. âLet me guess, you not joining me at the shower is my punishment for not calling through the suit?â
She finally let that smile escape. âClever girl.â
You chuckle to yourself before nodding and heading to the bathroom.
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Forgotten dinner plates at the living room table when Wanda reached the chocolate box. She shared them with you during the sitcom marathon you too were doing but after finding yourself hypnotized by her laugh for the fourth time in a row, you gave up eating at all.
The last chocolate was put away when she caught you staring.
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat what?â You retort with a chuckle, having some pride over the soft blush of her cheeks.
âYou were staring.â She says then, drifting her gaze from the TV to you with some resistance. You know her enough that it's because Wanda is terrible at hiding her own shyness under your loving glance. She always was.Â
âCan you blame me?â Your teasing just makes her blush more. You just decide to make it worse. âYou're simply too charming not to be looked at. So gorgeous, so pretty. I feel so lucky.â
âStop it.â She giggles with rosy cheeks at your praise. But despite her words, she opens her arms as an invitation for you to come closer. You practically jump from your spot - a few centimeters from her since your last trip to the kitchen to grab sodas - and greet the warmth of her embrace.
Wanda hugs your body while you melt into her, the soft caress on your spine being more than enough to bring back your interrupted slumber that evening. But somehow you manage to stay wide awake, perhaps because the way you press your face into her boobs makes her giggle and playfully tug at your hair, which happens to have a completely different effect on you.Â
Her body tenses up a little when your lips start sucking at her collarbone, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. You suddenly recall that it has been some time, a week maybe two since you had enough free time to be this close.Â
Your lovely girlfriend probably missed you as much as you missed her.
The soft sucking turns into something more determined, then into a bite and a licking that turns Wanda into a panting mess. She grows restless under you, fingers tugging at your hair with some guidance towards your movements in her neck until finally, your mouth meets her again.
Hot open-mouthed kisses before softer ones. You kiss and she kisses you back until all of your clothes are disheveled around your bodies and she looks up at you with pleading eyes and slightly open lips. Begging for more.
âWanna take this to the bedroom?â You suggest inches from her lips but she shakes her head, fingers dancing under your shirt.
âYou can have me right here.â She whispers back, stealing all your coherent thoughts for a second.Â
Your hands are shaking a bit with eagerness when you pull at your clothes, with Wanda's help they are off in no time. Her chest heaves when you take her top off and Wanda stares back while you can't seem to be able to look away from her tits.
âYou good there?â She teases you breathlessly when your lack of action lingers. You chuckle, hands at her sides.Â
âYeah, just give me a minute.â You retort managing an affectionate roll of eyes from her.
âYou're such a dork.â She giggles but purposely lifts her chest in your direction, making you swallow hard. When you don't take the bait immediately, she sighs. âI would love for you to more than stare, detka.â
You groan, hovering over her. âWell, your wish is my command, madamâ You reply, leaning down to capture her lips. Teasing Wanda with soft bites on her lower lip every time you break the kiss before starting another turns her into a needy mess under you. She gets impatient very quickly and brings her hands to your cheeks, pulling you down with determination. Her tongue takes the lead in a heated kiss that takes all the air out of your lungs.Â
Panting against her mouth while trying to match the intensity of her demand, you let your hands grope around her body towards her chest, effectively taking the lead again when you start playing with her hardened nipples and Wanda loses her ability to kiss you back.
When she whimpers into your mouth, her hips restless while your fingers pinch her cute tits, you chuckle. âAh, is there something you want, baby?â
She struggles to speak firmly. "I need you to stop teasing and fuck me." You grunt at her answer. You would have obeyed immediately if you hadn't been able to feel Wanda shaking. She gasps as you adjust, your knee finding her middle and giving her something to grind against as you resume your actions on her breasts. She throws her head back, biting her lip hard as her hips move almost of their own accord.
It's a hot mess, her first orgasm of the night. You didn't even have to take off all her clothes. When Wanda shivers terribly, and you feel the wetness against your knee, you bite down at her tit and that makes her let out a muffled scream.
Wanda is panting and her face is very flushed when you look at her again, her expression satisfied after an intense orgasm.
You hum happily, moving your hands down as you tilt your face to kiss her on the lips. She gasps into your mouth when she feels your fingers draw a path through her ruined panties.
"You made such a mess, sweetheart." You whisper between one kiss and another, two digits pushing gently without even removing her underwear. Wanda arches toward you, squeezing your shoulders for something to hold on to. Her green eyes are completely dilated now and you love how they display a vulnerable begging. Pulling your fingers out again, you let your thumb draw circles on her covered clit and enjoy the way her thighs tremble around you. "Tell me what you want, Wanda."
She has a little difficulty responding while feeling you teasing her, but despite noticing her heartbeat against your fingertips, you don't interrupt your movements. If anything, they become even more determined. Wanda pants, hips trying to match the rhythm of your fingers.
"C-can we use the strap tonight?" She manages out of breath. "I like feeling you come inside me."
Your witch girlfriend's favorite toy is somewhere in the room, and given the busy schedule of two superheroes, it wasn't used as often as you would like. Wanda has barely suggested, and you're already nodding, panting aroused just imagining yourself stretching Wanda again.
But suddenly your fingers push the fabric out of the way, and you sink inside her without warning, ripping a moan from her throat.
"Give me one more first." You demand, watching as Wanda nods in near desperation, brow furrowed at her rapidly building orgasm. Your rhythm is brutal, and she squeezes and squeezes until you can barely push your fingers inside her. You bring your free hand to one of her thighs, forcing her open as you adjust to improve your reach. Wanda sees stars. She lets go of your shoulders to grab the cushions and ends up destroying half of them with magical expelling when she finally falls over the edge.
An impressed chuckle escapes you at the scene. You're usually the one responsible for destroying things with your spider strength - It's always nice to see Wanda lose some of the control she's fought so hard to have.
Kissing her softly, you feel her smile in some exhaustion. She needs a few seconds, so you pull out your fingers and suck them clean while green eyes watch you from below. Wanda wants to kiss you again, but you adjust to carry her on your lap, and after two orgasms in a row, she won't contradict you.
She feels the soft blankets against her back a moment later and relaxes fully into the bed as you move around the room working to find and put on the strap. It doesn't take more than two minutes, yet Wanda sighs impatiently before letting her hands roam her own body, pinching her breasts and teasing downwards. She bites her lip at the soaked state she finds herself in, tentatively collecting some of that moisture before hearing a husky laugh that makes her look up.
"You don't have to play alone, I'm right here." You let her know softly, but Wanda swallows at the sight of your naked figure and the enchanted hardness between your legs. Of all the things she learned to do, that honestly has to be her best spell. One of your hands grabs the silicone, instinctively or not, imitating the masturbation gesture that Wanda is making and she shudders to the tips of her toes, her body on fire. Her hand moves out of her panties immediately, raising it into the air in a beckoning gesture. You don't need to be told twice.
It's a breathless kiss when you reach her face again, equally eager to feel each other, there's a little war of pushing and pulling until Wanda feels completely pressed into the bed, the strap rubbing against her entrance.
You pull away when she whimpers - It's just to pull down her panties, and Wanda kicks the item away as you climb back up. Your mouth finds hers again so that when you align the strap and sink into her, you can swallow her moans.
The stretch is slow and careful, very different from the breathless way you were making out a few minutes ago. Wanda lets her nails dig into your lower back as you fight the urge to be rougher.
She gets used to the size very quickly, the creaminess of her previous orgasms making an obscene sound that makes her ears redden. You break the kiss to ask if she's ready and the only response you get is a determined throw of her hips up that registers her impatience.
In all quickies, you're always rough. Desperate to feel her, because you miss Wanda as much as she misses you, and in the rush, there's no time to prolong moments like this. But it's the first time in many months that you're relaxed, and you can thrust slowly and sensually inside Wanda, letting her feel every movement of your cock inside her warm walls as you kiss her and whisper praises in her ear.
Heat is spread under your skin, and sweat accumulates with the slow stimulation. You feel closer each time you sink inside her, and when Wanda starts whimpering in your ear, it feels like an impossible task to hold it.
"You're close?" You pant, hips starting to buckle. "I don't think⌠I can hold it anymore... Wands-" You choke, letting your face fall against her collarbone. The knot in your abdomen explodes without warning, and you moan deeply as you spill yourself inside Wanda, the enchanted strap vibrating inside her. It turns out that feeling you come was the push she needed, and Wanda sobs as she feels the blinding pleasure hit her, following you into climax a second later.
For a moment, all that can be heard in that room are your breathless sighs until your hoarse and satisfied chuckles emerge.
You remain inside her when you adjust so that you rest your elbows on the mattress and see her face.
"Hey, little witch."
She pushes back her sweaty hair with one hand, the other moving to rest on your neck. "Hey, spider."
Your nose brushes against hers. "I think we nailed Valentine's Day."
She giggles before pulling you for a kiss.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff fics#elizabeth olsen x reader#bottom!wanda#bottom!wanda maximoff#marvel imagines#wanda maximoff smut
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don't date coworkers- s.r.
a/n: i literally wrote this very fast and also i hope you like it pls go easy on me!!! reader has a policy they don't date coworkers. spencer is so angsty abt that !! also sorry for dropping a new fic at 2am LOL wc: 1.7k
Sheâs really, really good at talking to people.Â
Itâs one of the many traits Spencer adores about her. She moves through crowds with ease, and she can charm her way into any piece of information from whatever city cop they need a favor from. She integrated into the team faster than anyone couldâve expected. This is a strength not all profilers have- they know what it takes to know what makes someone appealing, but rare is the ability to be as charismatic and charming as she is.Â
Sheâs good at talking to him.
Sheâs worked at the BAU for about a year now. 13 months, 7 days and 8 hours since she walked through the doors of the bullpen for the first time, beaming at him for the very first time. Give or take.Â
Spencer wouldnât be surprised if everyone knew that he was in love with her. Heâs halfway certain she does, and is being too polite to mention it. Normally, Spencer is incredibly regimented about boundaries. While the BAU is his family, and thereâs no real way to deny that, he knows that heâs less than ideal to go out with. Heâs stocky and he never cuts his hair (even though she swears itâs cute longer) and heâs an awkward guy- gangly and tall and just ill-fitting to be part of the scenery of her life.Â
Itâs a Friday, and a rainy one at that. Itâs one of the blessed ones where they donât really have a case, just paperwork to catch up on, reports and her desk faces a window.Â
Normally, when Spencer gets his work done (a good four hours before everyone else on a paperwork-only day), heâd head out. Catch up on whatever Russian novel heâs been chipping away at- but sheâs here, and heâs made her favorite tea.Â
âI thought you could use a treat,â he says, walking over to her desk. She looks up at him, brushing overgrown bangs, âItâs not really a great one, but Iâll get you some scones on the way to mine, yeah?â
She looks up at him, dropping her pen and focusing entire energy on him. He feels a bit overwhelmed, like an ant under a magnifying glass.Â
âDid you know that I adore you, Spence?âÂ
He is very much not aware. No amount of her saying it will ever make him know. She takes a long sip from the mug. He knows how much honey she likes in it. He studies how she looks, eyes closed serenely, completely invested in what heâs given her.Â
âYouâll be taking her home, pretty boy?â Morgan snickers, in a not altogether unkind manner.Â
âFuck off,â she says kindly, not taking her eyes off of Spencer as she rebuffed Morganâs teasing.Â
âEasy, easy,â Morgan laughs, âIâll leave your boyfriend alone.â
If she has anything to say to that, it doesnât come out then.Â
Heâs still bright red, though. Morgan is amused, and Spencer knows that she really, truly adores Morgan. Spencer loves him too, but it would be nice if he laid off the jokes.Â
She doesnât date coworkers.Â
He knows this because of the first time theyâd met, when heâd been walking in carrying a croissant for Garcia and a coffee for JJ, and saw what can only be described as a truly ridiculously beautiful woman in the bullpen.Â
Sheâd been leaned back, smiling openly as Morgan tossed some random pick-up line towards her. He remembers it now like he can still hear it, her lilting lovely voice carrying just the right amount of warmth to make this not sting, or at least sting as little as possible.Â
âIâm sorry, Derek,â she had said, âI make it a point not to date coworkers.âÂ
Which of course is fine. She can date whoever she wants, and itâs a good policy to have personally. And Spencerâs never really be the kind of guy who excelled at getting dates. He knew from the first minute that he saw her that even if she didnât think that way⌠well, it wouldnât be him, who she picked.Â
Now, they are very close. So close that she drives him home from work every Friday. Which usually includes staying at his shitty apartment and watching VHS tapes of documentaries and Doctor Who.Â
He wants to kiss her every Friday. All, the time, really. Itâs kind of plaguing him. Clearly, she likes hanging out with him. Something about him is appealing. Itâs foolish to assume that itâs more than friends, especially for someone like him to be with someone like her.Â
She doesnât date coworkers.Â
âI made sure the film tonight has subtitles!â
âAre you saying film because this film is foreign, Spence?â
âI promise itâs worth it!â He says excitedly, âAnd theyâre really done well. You wonât have to have me whisper the translations to you in real time!â
âI didnât mind that,â She laughs then, a real laugh, âbut Iâm glad weâre getting to hang out tonight.â
Itâs funny- theyâve done this so, so many times, but he never stops being thrilled.Â
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Sometimes, when the summer air is forgiving enough, they walk home from the office. She takes the train in, and they walk back to his place. Tonight is one of these nights, and god- she looks lovely. Sheâs tied her blazer around her waist, and the sunset hits her face in that gorgeous baroque painting kind of way.Â
âYouâre very pretty,â he hears himself say before he can stop it. Heâs endlessly pleased when she preens at the praise.Â
âYouâre not so bad yourself, Doctor,â she says, shoving her hands into her pockets, a nervous gesture. He wants to hold those hand, intertwine her lovely delicate fingers with his bony wispy fingers.Â
âYouâre being nice to me,â he says, looking down at his shoes. Theyâre stupid. He should wear loafers, or some other shoe that doesnât make him like half-child half-geek.Â
âIâm being accurate, actually,â she says she bumps his shoulder.Â
Sheâd be a wonderful girlfriend. He lives in the world this can happen quite often, in his fantasy. She laughs at his jokes and tells him heâs kind, and good, and she means it. Heâs lucky to have this much of her- more than anyone else on the team! Spencer knows heâs her favorite. The way sheâs looking at him now, how she give-up her Fridays to spend with him, on his ratty couch, how she always listens. Whenever they're both on the jet and he falls asleep, he always wakes up with a blanket on him. She's so good at loving people.
Being her favorite on the team does not mean heâs in the running to be a boyfriend. But heâd fucking want to be. Heâd be a good boyfriend. Spencer, heâs gone so far for her. He fantasizes about getting her flowers that have symbolic meaning.
âAre you okay, boy-genius?â
âIâm better than okay. Do you want popcorn?â
She wants popcorn. He sets the movie up, and she gets comfortable on his couch, curling up with his purple felt blanket, and his mind betrays him with unhelpful images of what it might look like if she was his, if this is what he came home to.Â
Don't picture welcome home kisses, or movie nights or being wanted. Don't.
Itâs very, very hard to focus on the movie. Â
Sheâs touchy, with him. Heâs not sure if itâs because she could never see him as her boyfriend, but heâs grateful as she leans her head on his. She smells like peonies. When the credits roll, they stay like that for minute- her head on his shoulder and one of her legs thrown over his.Â
He wonders, not for the first time, if she feels the same way about him. If things were just..different, then theyâd be kissing under the haze of his TV right now, if heâd know what that chapstick she carries with her every day tastes like.Â
âDo you ever wonder what itâd be like if we met under different circumstances?â he says, once time passes and he speaks instead of thinking.
âHmm?â She hummed, relaxed eyes flitting their gaze over to him.
âLike, at a bar or something.â
âBut you hate bars.â
âThatâs why I said or something!â
Her lip juts out adorably, âBut then I wouldnât get to see you in your element.â
âYeah,â he sighs, resting his neck on the top of the cushion. The AC is a little too much in the room. He wonders if sheâs cold. âBut who knows. Maybe weâd date, or something.â
Itâs the dumbest thing heâs ever fucking said. Both because it was a dumb way to say it, but because it was an advance. He feels white hot shame lick at his spine when he looks at her, and hears her laugh.Â
âI donât think so, Spence.âÂ
âNo,â shitshitshit, âI didnât mean-â
âI mean, if you donât want to date me now, I donât think meeting at like, Whole Foods wouldâve been the difference maker.â
Itâs then he hears it- the piece he couldnât place in her voice, when she gets like this. Itâs being resigned.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âCâmon, Spence,â she says, another bitter chuckle coming through, âYou know how I feel. I havenât exactly beens subtle.â
âBut you donât date coworkers. You have a rule.â
She looks at him with no recognition of what heâs saying.Â
âNo, because you told Morgan that, itâs the first thing I ever heard you say.â
âYeah, but-â
âAnd yes, okay, youâve been my favorite person almost as long as Iâve known you and yes, I would fucking love for you to be my girlfriend, but that was your rule!â
âYou want me to be your girlfriend?â
âObviously!â
He doesnât get the chance to say anything else before, well- before sheâs kissing him. More aggressive than that, really. Crawled onto his lap, arms around his neck, and where she leads Spencer is all too happy to follow. His body is not great at moving on instinct, but his whole nervous system feels alive- the weight of her in his lap, the feel of her waist under his fingers, the way heâs allowed this. It feels like such a pleasure, hedonistic in a way heâs never, ever been allowed to experience.
âYou had a rule,â he says dumbly when she pulls away. His lips are wet. Heâd like to go back to kissing, thank you very much.Â
âYouâre the exception, to every rule, Spencer.â
When he kisses her again (which heâs allowed to do now, holy fuck) Spencer decides heâs going to spend the rest of all time earning that status.Â
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ěą x fem! reader content strangers to lust trope Ἅᥠwarning explicit sexual content usage of petnames open ending used jay being a green flag protected sex fingering pussy eating aftercare both reader and jay have experience lmk if i didn't tagged anything else. . .!? 2420â mlist. req
note. second time writing jay and i think i did a decent job writing for him! also would like to share that i kinda cringed when i was writing him and reader's interaction. i hope this meets your expectations hehe. can i count this as a happy belated birthday to jay though... taglist. @tfwbluu @hoonstqr @riqomi

This is a horrible idea.Â
You sighed for the unknown time after rejecting a strangerâs offer of him buying you a drink. You knew the implication behind his seemingly innocent, friendly offer and you didnât want to take the chance. You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms with a scowl on your face as you scanned the sea of people before you. But it was futile. You couldnât find your friends, the very same group of friends who promised they will stick with you and wonât leave you alone.Â
You were at a beach party, having decided to go on a much-needed vacation to the beach with your friends to celebrate the start of your holidays. When you were told there will be a party happening at night, your friends begged for you to join them. At first, you declined because you werenât a party person and you wanted to spend your night under the sheets to read your favorite book. But your friends were persistent, which brings you to your current dilemma.
Unlike a regular nightclub, the beach party is open-air with loud, edm music playing in the background. Thankfully, there was a bar that allows you to sit back, have a drink while you enjoy the fresh air. Well, that was the plan until three guys approached you, back to back with the intention of doing something more than just having a drink.Â
âHello, you look annoyed.âÂ
Ugh great.Â
Rolling your eyes, you prepared yourself as you looked to your side, only to pause when a handsome man appeared before you. He has honey-toned skin, messy pitch-black hair from the wind blowing past and a sharp jawline that you might cut your finger with a simple graze and his features were something crafted from the hands of Gods and Goddesses. To put it simply; he was really attractive, enough to make you feel flustered when you realised you had piqued his interest.Â
âWas that a question or an observation?â You asked, maintaining your politeness while keeping your guard up.Â
The stranger chuckled, his eyes crinkling as he stood beside you while keeping some distance. The small, kind and thoughtful act made your heart skip a beat. âThat was an observation. Iâve been looking at you for a while now and I have to say, youâre really beautiful. I donât think words are enough to do you justice.â
You could only pray that he wonât notice your reddened ears and cheeks at his honesty and sincerity. âWhy thank you. You sure have a way with words, donât you? Do you talk like this to other women too? Or is it just me?âÂ
You werenât sure where you got the confidence, but you were pleased with his reaction: eyes widening slightly at your response before he composed himself, eyes gleaming in mischief and amusement.Â
He leaned in slightly, a movement so small but you caught it anyways, a sly and suggestive grin stretching across his face. âWhat if I were to say itâs just you? Would you accept my offer?â
You decide to play along and copy his expression. âAnd what would your offer be?âÂ
âHow about you and I get a drink later? My treat.âÂ
You arched an eyebrow, impressed with his bold move. Both of you knew there wonât be any drinking done, considering how he was undressing you with his lust-filled eyes.Â
âSure, that sounds lovely.â
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As expected, you found yourself in his room. Clothes were hurriedly removed and tossed to the carpeted floor without a care in the world. Unlike the previous hook-ups you have done, he was gentle. The way he treated you was as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment, if he wasnât careful enough. You could tell he has plenty of experience with how he ate you out.Â
âF-Fuck, donât stop, please,â you whined, eyelids fluttering shut as he plunged his tongue deeper and at the same time, pushing two fingers in until he was knuckles-deep.Â
He groaned at how tight you felt, your velvety, gummy walls clinging onto his fingers without any intention of letting him go. He crooked his fingers, grinning at how you physically flinched and he knew he had hit bullseye. He audibly moaned against your pussy when you grabbed a fistful of his hair, your thighs locking him in place. He didnât care if you were choking him to death. If this was how he goes out, he wouldnât mind it at all.Â
He alternated between giving sweet, quick kitten licks and harsh, long swipes of his tongue, giving you whiplash. To Jay, your sounds are the sweetest sounds he has heard, like music to his ears and he wants to hear more. He wants to see you falling apart under him. He wants you to remember him when you do this with someone else, someone else that isnât him.Â
He lets you grind yourself on his nose, causing you to gasp when you find the perfect angle. Your back arched off the bed when you felt your orgasm coming. You tried to say something, anything but your mind turned to mush when he gave a harsh suck to the sensitive bud peeking out. And that was enough to tip you over the edge. You tried to pull him away but it was futile. His strength easily overwhelmed yours and itâs like he wants to be buried deep in your pussy.
You let out a high-pitched cry as he greedily slurps away, like he was a famished kitten drinking from a plate of warm milk. Your limbs felt boneless the moment it was over, your thighs slumping on his shoulders and your grip loosened on his hair. Jay finally moved away and seeing how his face was drenched in your slick, his lips glistening under the lights and some had even landed on his forehead made your cheeks flushed red.Â
Jay wiped them away with the back of his hand, tongue darting outâthe very same tongue that made you feel like you were floating, to clean his damp lips. Your throat felt dry, nervously swallowing as your hands laid by your sides. He shifted backwards so he could get off the bed but you stopped by, grabbing his wrist and he gave you a questioning look.
âWait, what about you?â You asked, eyes glancing down to the bulge in his pants.
He chuckled, shaking his head. âItâs fine, donât worry about me. I donât want to make you uncomfortable.âÂ
You light-heartedly rolled your eyes. âIâm fine with you fucking me, but with a condom of course.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
You laughed at how he stared at you, taken aback with your consent and words. You motioned for him to come over with two fingers, a coy grin on your face as you spread your legs, snickering at how his eyes trailed down, lingering in the spot between your legs. âWhatâre you waiting for, pretty boy? Get to it or Iâll leave.âÂ
He didnât need to think twice, fumbling through the bedside drawer and pulling out a small box of condoms. The sight made you raise an eyebrow.Â
âDo you always bring that with you?â You questioned, pushing yourself further up on the bed and repositioned the pillow as you laid your head on it, along with sliding another pillow underneath your hips for support.Â
âUh, my friends bought it as a birthday gift to me. Itâs stupidâI mean, theyâre stupid,â he stuttered, hands managing to tear the transparent packaging. He got to his knees and that was when you saw it.Â
Your mouth moved before your mind could process the words. âI donât think thatâs going to fit.âÂ
He paused in the midst of sliding the condom over his hardened, standing upright cock that stood proudly as it rested against his stomach. âIâll make sure it fits, princess. Just lay back and look pretty, can you do that for me?âÂ
You nodded, feeling shy at the sudden usage of the pet name. You watched as he moved with confidence, like he knows what heâs doing. He positioned himself in between your legs, gently gripping onto your upper left thigh and aligned himself with your entrance. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his tip gliding against your still puffy folds, gathering the remaining slick. His eyes softened at the sight of your hesitation, rubbing circles on your skin.Â
âHey, itâs fine. Just calm down and relax for me,â he assures you. âI wonât put it in until you allow me to. Iâll wait for you, princess.âÂ
Biting down onto your lip, you nodded, nails digging into the soft sheets beneath you. â...Go ahead.âÂ
Instead of slamming in in one go, he slowly pushes in inch by inch. It felt like decades when he finally bottomed out, eliciting pleased sounds from both of you. Your head spins at how full you feel just from his cock alone. He didnât move, eyes focused on your face while searching for any signs of discomfort. He was patient and that was something rare in the hook-ups you have done.Â
âYou can move,â you gave him the greenlight and he hummed, adjusting himself.Â
The slight movement caused his cock to rub against your walls, drawing a blissed-out sigh from you. He pulled out until his tip was still inside before pushing back in and repeated the movement, keeping a steady pace but it was enough to draw soft âah-ah-ahâ from you. You tilted your head back, raising your left leg and he got the hintâslinging it over his left shoulder. The small change of angle allows him to slide and hit deeper. He was practically kissing your cervix, with how deep he could go.Â
Lewd sounds of skin against skin combined with your moans and his groans echoed amongst the four walls of the hotel room. You were sure whoever walked past would know what youâre doing. The thought of the chances of people hearing you made you clenched down on his cock, drawing a hiss from him.Â
âFuck, you sure youâve done this before? Youâre so tight like a virgin,â he gasped, voice hoarse. He already sounds ragged, his previous calm and collected composure slowly fading away.Â
âNgh, m-more,â you whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head when his cock hit the spot that made your legs spasm.Â
âYeah? You want more? Your greedy pussy is not satisfied with what Iâm giving?â He sneers, the sudden change of his personality leaves you speechless.Â
But you were too far gone to think straight, getting drunk on the intoxicating, addictive and heavenly feeling of him thrusting into you. You could only let out a whimper, the sound making him smirked. He readjusted his hands, moving from your thighs to your hips and with new found strength, he increased his pace, fucking into you without mercy.Â
âOh god, s-so good, hah,â you cried out, words borderline slurring as you succumbed to it.Â
You knew you were reaching your climax when your muscles tightened, like a rubber band stretched to its limit and how your legs were already shaking. All it took was one final sharp thrust and you came with a cry. He, on the other hand, showed no signs of slowing down and continued snapping his hips against yours as he fucks you through your orgasm. All you could do was to lay there, allowing him to use you to reach his climax.Â
You shuddered when he spilled into the condom, able to feel the warmth of his cum through the thin fabric of the condom. He slowly pulled out, making you wince at the sudden uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, quickly tying the condom and tossed it into the bin with terrifying accuracy. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling back some of the strands that were stuck onto his forehead.Â
âWait here, Iâll be back,â he said, not waiting for your response before going to the bathroom. His words made you snort, as you couldnât move an inch, not after what he did.Â
He returned a few seconds later, holding a damp towel and took his care in wiping you clean. When he was done, he passed you a plastic bottle of water, even going the extra mile by helping you in drinking it by supporting the back of your neck, like how a mother would do to her newborn baby. He then removed the stained sheets, tossing them to the floor, which will be a problem for the housekeeper tomorrow. Once you were properly hydrated, he moved to where his luggage was, dug through his clothes and handed you a set of his own.Â
âUh, Iâm not sure if youâd prefer wearing your own clothes or if you donât mind, you could wear mine for the night. No pressure or anything,â he said, looking everywhere else but you.Â
âSure, I donât mind,â you shrugged your shoulders, accepting the clothes and putting them on after slipping back into your underwear, looking down to see his shirt reaching your thighs. Still, you wore the shorts, which acted more like pants for you.Â
âYou can stay here for the night if you want,â he said, eyes searching your face, afraid he might be taking it too far.Â
Your eyes softened as you nodded in silence and his shoulders sagged with relief. He quickly wore his clothes and the two of you made yourselves comfortable on the bed, pulling the covers up until it reached your chins. It didnât took you long to fall asleep, sharing the bed with someone who you had just fucked.Â
The very next morning, you woke up to an empty room. His luggage was gone too. You looked to your side, surprised to see that your clothes were neatly folded and placed on the bed. But what caught your attention was a note placed on the bedside drawer. Reaching over, you opened it and read the handwritten message.Â
Hey,Â
I realised that I didnât get your name and thatâs very rude of me. Sorry that I didnât wake you up as I had to leave for the airport. But if youâd like, perhaps we can get to know one another more? You can text me if you want. Iâve left my number below. Oh and, you can keep my clothes. They look better on you ;)
Regards, Park Jongseong (Jay) xx-xxxx-xxxx
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Contrary to how he initially comes across, Jayce is actually the archetypical blacksmith character who is tall and broad shouldered and always doing his best to not take up too much space or be too intimidating. His way of moving is a lot like bigger guys I know IRL who are aware of how much bigger stronger they are than others, how easy it would be to hurt someone by accident, and how easily he could scare someone by getting up in their space. (Another example of this archetype is Perrin Aybara from Wheel of Time.)
The reason people donât see it as much in the story or in the fandom is because Jayce is actually pretty good at toning down things that could intimidate people. Heâs clean cut, clean shaven, unfailingly polite, and heâs careful while moving around people. (Thereâs a great moment in 1.04 that demonstrates this when he skirts by the little girl to go pester Caitlyn.)
He always inclines his head to speak with people on their level and he sits when heâs around Viktor to not loom over him and to make it less awkward for Viktor to sit as well if he needs to without it hurting his pride. He might actually be one of the tallest characters in the series but you wouldnât know it by how rarely he leans into that advantage.
Part of the reason people begin to warm to him in S2, I think, is because once he grows the beard and lets his hair grow out, he actually begins to LOOK like the archetype of the gentle blacksmith that heâs actually been the whole time.
Itâs also, rather fittingly, when Jayce begins to stand up for himself and not care what others think of him. Itâs when he cuts through the bullshit in the Council chamber because he doesnât have time to coddle everyoneâs egos. Heâs grown up, and he doesnât care if heâs clean cut and clean shaven anymore because thereâs more important things than worrying about if heâs intimidating people, or socially acceptable in his mannerisms and speech. I think this just highlights how careful he was being up to that point to present the fresh-faced, unintimidating appearance in the first place.
Jayce is a big guy and he is strong and he could easily break things or scare people but he constantly chooses to make himself smaller and bring himself down to other peopleâs levels so he doesnât loom over them and heâs scrupulously polite, except in those rare instances where he is trying to push back or intimidate someone into backing down (like with Heimerdinger when he threatens the Hexcore and this Viktorâs hope for a cure). People just didnât acknowledge it before he grew the beard and Jayce began to look like the sort of character that trope is associated with.
Edit: Guys, Jayce is not 6'7" that's a fan edit, the internal documents for Fortiche say he's 6'2"
#Jayce talis#arcane#arcane meta#perrin aybara#once you notice it it becomes really striking how careful he is around people#and how carefully curated his appearance is to not be intimidating#until he just stops caring#Iâd argue the school uniform and the white suit are part of that#he switches to black when he doesnât care anymore and also heâs in mourning obvs#anyway Perrin was one of my first loves so I have a soft spot for this archetype
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Eee sorry about the vague request lol. I'm thinking maybe reader is unknowingly giving someone else a lil too much attention at a house party or something like that and Vik gets jealous and pouty about it and reader makes it up to him đđ
Clearly im not great at wording requests lol, I hope this makes sense
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Hi! I love you, so after I've written the first part of smut for this, I went to pray to the smut fairy and she gave me more smut :v @rennethen we thank you, we bow to you. And yes, there is no other point to this story than smut, because we had a lot of emotional stuff happening on this blog in the last couple of days :')

Eat Me
viktorxfemale!reader explicit! Viktor is jealous, therefore: smut, also dom!Viktor
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âYes, I suppose you could say that,â you laughed sheepishly atâwhat was his name again? Mark? Maurice? Never mind, you politely laughed at his joke. Somewhere in the middle of this conversation, you had felt Viktorâs hand slip off the small of your back as he walked away to have a chat with Jayce. You could swear you heard a sigh accompanying the action, but the number of people talking at you simultaneously was too great to stir your mind to focus on one thing.
You looked around the room; the party had visibly dispersed into small groupsâ a few people splayed on the floor, talking in hushed voices; a smoking gang squished on the small balcony; a not-very-promising-looking queue to the bathroom; very loud voices coming from the kitchen, where some groundbreaking conversations were definitely taking place. Exactly opposite you and Markâor MauriceâViktor stood leaning on the doorframe, a glass hanging limply from his hand. He seemed very determined not to glance in your direction, no matter how many smiles you tried to send him.
You remained unalarmed until it was Markâsâor Mauriceâsâhand travelling to the small of your back, his mouth closing in on your ear to whisper, âSo⌠can I get your number?â
At that point, Viktor scoffed and retreated into the corridor, out of your sight. You shifted uncomfortably, sliding yourself away from the intruderâs touch, and squeaked, âEh, sorry, I donât think⌠I donât think my boyfriend would be happy about it, you know?â
Markâor Mauriceâraised his hands in a gesture of surrender, saying, âForgive me, I didnât know. Enjoy the party.â He patted you on the shoulder, his touch immediately shifting from seductive to friendly, his eyes moving from your cleavage to your face, and began snaking deeper into the room, leaving you alone and a little stunned by the windowsill. Huh, that obvious.
You downed your drink and left the glass behind, ready to find the lost boyfriend. You searched Jayceâs cramped apartment room by room, people trying to pull you in for a drink occasionally slowing your progress. Jayce, already moderately drunk and flushed from all the hands invading his personal space, pointed you toward his study. The door was ajar, and a faint glimmer of light was coming from inside.
âHello?â You peeked your head through the door, only to see Viktor slumped behind Jayceâs desk, engrossed in a book. He didnât look up at you and only threw you a dry, âHello,â in return.
âTired of the crowd, hmm?â you hummed after slipping inside and leaning over the desk opposite him. Your fingers tapped on the wood, awaiting a reply, only to be given the cold shoulder in the form of a quiet, dismissive hum. âWell, do you want to go home?â you tried again, inching your fingers to sneak under his sleeves, and Viktor shuddered.
âHome? No, I am quite content where I am. Alsoââ he paused as his eyes landed on your hands before retreating further into the chair to avoid your touch. âYou seemed quite content with where you were as well,â he retorted, flipping to the next page.
âIâm not sure I quite follow?â You gave him a puzzled look, hoping he saw at least a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye. âViktor?â you asked, splaying yourself all the way across the desk to pluck the book from his hands. âWhy are you not looking at me?â
He sighed, his hands frozen in the air exactly where the book had been a second ago, and finally did look at you, at which point you started to wish he hadnât.
âYou were in quite stimulating company, no? Has Gregory abandoned you that you decided to pay me a visit?â Ah, yes, Gregory, not Mark or Maurice. He gave you a cold stare and an unforgiving smirk, and you choked on a snort.
âExcuse me? Viktor, are you being jealous?â You were now both leaning over the desk, playing a game of stares. Viktor blinked first but made it look like he had won.
âFrom where I was standingâand I will add that it was many different angles I got to observeâhe was quite ready to eat you all right up,â he cocked his head to the side and left you to deal with the statement.
âEat me? We were just talking,â you said, pointing your finger between the two of you to accentuate that, up until some point, Viktor had also been a part of the conversation. Realising the new round of the staring game had just begun, you relented, âStillâthatâs completely irrelevant, as the only person I would wish to eat me is you.â
âThatâs very unfortunate then, given that I seem to have lost my appetite.â Viktor took the opening and squeezed it dry. He picked up the book, opened it to a random page, and pretended to sink back into reading.
You straightened, taken aback by this... ridiculous display of mistrust. A smile played under your nose as you circled around the desk, turned the chair to make Viktor face you, and leaned in to touch his mouth with yours. âAre you sure I canât even interest you in a snack?â you murmured against his lips, placing a lingering kiss there.
Viktor didnât move, and soon you felt the handle of his cane poking at your stomach, beckoning you away. You shot him a questioning look and moved the cane aside with your hand, only for it to return to where it was, his eyes still fixed on the book. âI said, I am not hungry,â he said, his tone feigning exhaustion.
âReally? Are you telling me you would rather readââ you paused to take the book away and glance at the cover, âJayceâs journal, rather than quit this pointless display of sulk and spend some time with me?â You held it expectantly in your hand, bemused.
âYes. And give it back now.â He leaned forward, his hand reaching for the tome, only for you to swing it behind your back and move your body so your face met his.
âWhat will I get in return?â you asked sweetly, your breath ghosting his cheek. But Viktor wouldnât give in. He shifted away, gluing his spine to the chairâs backrest.
âHow about freedom to roam the party as you please, with whomever you please? Ah, right, apologiesâit seems you already took that opportunity,â he mused, his tone almost annoyed as he kept his hand extended, expecting the stolen good to be returned.
âViktorââ you scolded, growing more and more impatient. The book dropped to the desk with a thump, and before Viktor could reach for it, you straddled his lap, ignoring all the huffs of protest and palms trying to push you away. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your face to his, whispering into his ear, your voice needy and keen, âWhat I want is my man to stop sulking. I can apologize, if you let me.â
Viktor hesitated until his hands rested on your hips, the rest of him still frozen in place. âIâm listening,â he muttered, causing a satisfied smirk to bloom on your lips.
You took the cue and slid your palms flat onto his chest, tugging at his collar. âWell, how would you like your apology to be served, mister?â You licked at the seam of his mouth and sucked on the crown of his upper lip. Viktor allowed it but still wouldnât engage much, keeping his façade of a man who was hurt. Your tongue travelled down to his jaw, then up to the pulse point below his ear. Finally, you were rewarded with a shudder and a sigh. âHmm, that seems to be working, no?â
âIâd say your little stunt requires some more remorse to be shown for me to forgive you entirely, my girl,â he murmured, his hands squeezing your hips in tandem with a grunt coming out of his mouth.
âRemorse, huh? I might know one universal way to repent,â you said, sliding off him to the floor, your knees resting on the carpet between his feet, your fingers already tugging at the buckle of his belt. âIâve heard begging on oneâs knees can work wonders.â
He uttered a quiet fuck along with your name, eyes fixed on yours, as you beckoned him to lift his hips, allowing you to slide his pants down his legs. His thumb brushed on your lower lip as he gave you a thoughtful look. âShow me. How sorry you are.â
You smiled and propped your hands on his hips, as you leaned in to tease him. His cock was still soft, twitching slightly under your breath. You began to place lingering kisses across his length, all the way from his balls to the tip, not moving it from the crease of his hip where it rested. Then, you flipped it to the other side with your nose and proceeded to do the same, from the top to bottom, watching it harden after each peck.
Viktorâs breath hitched, his fingers curling into your hair, as he pressed his hips into your face and rasped, âI will have to see some more initiative if you want me to believe you.â
You immediately responded with opening your mouth and letting him drag his half-hard length on it, his cock now splayed between your mouth, side of your nose, the tip resting somewhere around your eyebrow, smearing your own spit all over your face. Viktorâs brows pinched together, his lips parted into a toothy smile as he sat back down. âGood,â was the only praise you got so far, and you felt yourself aching for an addition of girl next to it.
Your kisses deepened, more passionate and lingering on the base, your tongue reaching down to his perineum, releasing a startled chuckle somewhere from the depth of his chest. You cocked your head, taking the side of his cock between your lips and started dragging it leisurely up and down, pausing to tease a sensitive spot below the head with the tip of your tongue.
Viktor remained still, his hand resting tangled into your hair, the other gripping the arm rest tightly as his eyes followed your every movement. You glanced up to meet his gazeâblown pupils, cheeks already flushed, lips shining from constant licking. Pleased with the view, you took him in your hand and patted the head of his cock on your flattened tongue, baring your teeth in a smile when his eyes rolled back, and he gave you a quiet ah sound as a reward.
âI feel like you are enjoying it far too much for a proper atonement,â he smirked. Before you could respond, he gripped your hair tighter, motioning your head to rest on his lap, as he slid himself inside your mouth. You groaned against him, grabbing his forearm and he only tsk-ed at you. âBad girl. Tongue out, breathe through your nose,â he commanded, and you immediately obliged.
He fucked your throat steadily, retreating right before you were about to gag, soft praises falling from his lips. He watched himself appearing and disappearing between your lips and the hand that was previously whitening at the armrest travelled to cup your face and caress your cheek. You closed your eyes at the touch and let the drool roll out of your mouth onto his thigh, your breath heavy through your nose as you tried to even out its rhythm with the one of his thrusts.
He retreated to rub himself all over your face, smearing your makeup in the process. âSo pretty like this,â he cooed, stroking your hair. âAre you sorry?â
You nodded, looking at him from under glued eyelashes. And Viktor looked so in love you couldnât help a smile forcing itself onto your lips.
âLetâs apologize some more, are you ready?â he asked hoarsely, already lining himself against your mouth. Wordlessly, you opened, splaying your tongue out, coating your teeth with your lips to avoid any accidental scratches. He pushed himself deeper, tickling your uvula, while plugging your nose with his fingers and holding you in position.
âAre you sorry?â He leaned in to whisper into your ear, and you nodded, as much as you could. Obediently, you stayed for as long as your breath allowed you to, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, before patting his thigh three times, and Viktor released you with a loud groan, spit glistening on his length.
âGood girl,â he breathed, and you felt something perking up inside you as you reached back out for him to suck on his head. He leaned in the chair, granting a few languid rolls of his hips into your mouth, whispering quiet praises when you gagged yourself on his cock. Undying affection seeping from his eyes, from his touch, pumped air into your lungs, when your nose couldnât.
âWill you be a good girl and eat me up?â he asked, feeling the lance of lust twisting his guts, his movements speeding up, his breath hitching and you mumbled something sounding like a yes against his thrusts.
His body curled in, hands cupping your face, thumbs digging into your cheeks, wiping your tears away. You felt him hitting the back of your throat a couple of times, drool leaking out with each movement in and out, before his stomach tensed up and he coated the inside of your mouth with his cum, distantly whispering âYes, yes, good girl.â
You swallowed the salt of him, not letting him out, making sure to lick down every last drop. Viktor shuddered, suddenly overstimulated, and gently pulled you up to sit back on his lap. The thin layer of your knickers so wet it almost disappeared as your cunt pressed on his softening cock. He licked his thumb to clean the smears of mascara cascading down your cheeks and murmured, âYou did very well. I forgive you,â before kissing you on the mouth lovingly.
A giggle forced itself out of you, as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his neck. âWere you really so upset?â You asked quietly, tracing your fingers up and down his chest.
âOf course not,â he chuckled, massaging the nape of your neck. âI wanted to see how willing you would be to apologize though.â
âYou are such a bastard,â you smacked his chest and bit his neck, making him wiggle and wince underneath you. âNow you have to apologize to me.â
âIf you accept apologies delivered while laying on my stomach, I am willing,â he stated with a shit-eating grin. His expression softened, when he asked, âHow are you feeling?â
âWell, tricked!â you exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him. âIâm alright. Pleasantly full, I might add,â you added with a smirk and placed a peck on his lips. âYou?â
âEh, quite alright myself. Pleasantly devoured, though slightly hungry,â he mused, nipping at your lip, before deepening the kiss. You felt breathless again, his hands sneaking under your shirt, when you mustered some strength to pull away and breathe into his mouth, âI might have something to eat for you when we get home.â
âOrââ Viktor cocked his head, eyeing your knees with a knowing smile.
âOr⌠what?â You arched your brow, knowing exactly where this was going. Viktor licked his lips.
âWhat if I am too hungry to wait? Would you accept my apology now?â He asked and his smirk deepened as he tapped your hip three times signalling you to stand up. âAnd maybe lock the door? For a good measure. Unless, of course, it was a part of your little plan.â His eyes feigned innocence as he played idly with the hem of your skirt, and you could feel your face flush red. Of course, the door was still ajar.
âR-right,â you stuttered sheepishly and went to lock it, your legs wonky. You almost skipped coming back to where Viktorâs finger was pointing on the desk. He let you in between him on a chair and the edge of the wood and pushed his palms flat underneath your skirt to yank your knickers down to your ankles. You shuddered at the sensation of the material ungluing itself from you.
âUp,â he commanded and once you were seated, he leaned down to pick up your underwear, sniff it obscenely to finally put it in his pocket. Your eyes were so transfixed on the action, that the touch of his hands under your knees startled you, as he scooted the chair closer to the desk and hooked them over his shoulders.
And then he paused, eyes staring at your weeping cunt, his breaths deep and steady as he inhaled your scent. âTo think you would let this waste and make me wait until we get home deserves a punishment in itself, I might say,â he murmured and the hot air coming from his mouth fanned your skin. His flat palm travelled up from your navel to your stomach, pressing you to lay down.
He didnât wait for your spine to meet the desk fully, so when he dived in, the back of your head hit the wood with a quiet thump. His tongue stroke a rapid lick along your seam before coming to your clit with a chuckled hum of approval. A very vocal moan pushed itself past your mouth and you were grateful to your past self for closing that door. Soon your voice pitched higher as you breathed an incomprehensive, âAh, Viktor,â while trying to bring your hips closer to his face, but his grip on you rendered it utterly impossible. His licks, fast and precise, caused your thighs to shake on his shoulders.
His hand slid from pressing on your stomach down to your navel, his thumb brushing your clit, when he asked hoarsely, âAnd what do we say to a Gregory, next time we meet him, hm?â
Completely confused and frustrated at the sudden change you managed to rasp, âWho?â and Viktor chuckled warmly, straight into you. âGood girl.â
His tongue slid down to your entrance, giving you shallow thrusts, while his thumb rubbed even circles on your clit, keeping the previous pace. Another thump of your head, fingers whitening at the edge of the desk as you tried desperately to move underneath him.
He began to deepen his movements, pressing his face hungrily into your cunt. Feeling your walls closing down on his tongue and mouth, his thumb picked up the pace. And you felt it so strongly, the orgasm wrenched out of you, built up by the last hour of apologizing on your knees. You felt it down to your toes, your heels digging into Viktorâs ribs as he hummed into you, drinking you all up, and keeping your thighs hooked with his arms. Only when you patted his shoulders blindly, he released you, placing one last kiss on your pubic bone.
You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, exhaling shakily, your chest heaving. You heard him getting up, allowing your legs to hang limply from the edge of the desk, as he circled around it, and took your jaw in his hand. He leaned in to give you a sweet kiss on the mouth and asked, âAm I forgiven?â
âYes. Am I?â you murmured against his lips, and he smiled again.
âNot sure. You might want to check again at home.â
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Hellooo! I was wondering if u could make a fic or headcanon (its up to u tho!) about seishirou fake dating? I think the reason would be bcs the girls in his school would stop chasin after him or smthing like that? And ofc eventually they like each other. I hope ur doing well! take ur time and have a great day!
Heyaa!! The request box is pretty full these days, I'm moving as fast as I can, have a nice read!!
Fake Dating With Nagi Seishiro

Seishiro is fed up with the constant attention he gets from the girls at school. No matter how politely he turns them down they just wonât stop chasing after him. It is tiring and it is starting to interfere with his focus. Finally he comes up with a plan. He needs a fake girlfriend. Someone who can convincingly pull it off and wonât actually fall for him
That is where you come in. Maybe you are a friend or maybe you are just someone who seems reliable and disinterested in him romantically. One day after class Seishiro corners you with his usual calm and collected demeanor intact âI need your helpâ he says crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall âPretend to be my girlfriend. Just for a while. It will get them off my backâ
You blink at him surprised âWhy me??â you ask skeptical âBecause you are the only one who wonât make this weirdâ he replies with a faint smirk âAnd you are also the only one who doesnât seem interested in all the attention I getâ After some hesitation you agree âHow hard could it beâ you think. A little hand holding here a few staged moments there and it will all be over soon enough
But as the plan unfolds things donât go quite as planned. Seishiro who is always calm and cool starts to act differently. At first you think it is just part of the act. Like the way he suddenly gets protective when someone teases you or how his smiles feel more genuine when it is just the two of you. But then you realize it is not just an act anymore
And maybe you are not just pretending either
At first, Seishiro would approach the fake relationship like a task. He remains composed and distant, treating the whole situation as a formal arrangement. Holding your hand or placing an arm around your shoulder would feel mechanical, done only when necessary to convince others
However, he takes the role seriously. If someone questions the authenticity of the relationship, Seishiro defends it without hesitation. He might casually say âSheâs my girlfriend. Isnât it obvious?â His confidence leaves no room for doubt, making the act even more convincing
As time passes, Seishiroâs demeanor starts to shift. Initially, every small gesture like walking you to class or standing closer than usual feels calculated. But soon it starts to feel natural. The way he looks at you, lingers a bit too long. The way he laughs at your jokes feels a little too genuine for an act
You on the other hand, are nervous in the beginning. Agreeing to the fake dating arrangement seems simple at first, but being the center of attention feels strange. When someone asks âWhen did you two start dating?â you might panic stumbling over an answer
Over time though you start questioning your feelings. Is this really just fake? Or have you started to care about Seishiro more than youâre willing to admit?
Together, your interactions change. What began as staged hand-holding turns into moments that feel genuine. A hug in public doesnât stop as soon as people stop looking. A playful argument about what to eat ends with him smiling in a way that feels far too intimate for a fake boyfriend
Then thereâs the jealousy. Even though the relationship is fake, you both start to notice how uncomfortable it feels when someone flirts with the other. Itâs subtle at first Seishiroâs narrowed eyes when someone gets too close to you, or the way you feel your chest tighten when another girl compliments him
Eventually, these small moments lead to something bigger. Maybe one night, after a particularly convincing moment in public, you find yourselves alone. Seishiro looks at you, a rare vulnerability in his gaze, and asks âIf this is supposed to be fake, why does it feel so real?â
Enjoy!
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Room For One More?
Chapter 1
Summary: After a sudden eviction from your home, your friend Mary puts you in contact with her high school friends, James, Sirius and Remus who just so happen to be in need of a roommate. However, living with a group of boys youâve never met before proves to be more complicated than you expected; especially when theyâre all so attractive.
CW: None I donât think.
Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader
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To say that life had been crazy lately would be putting it lightly. You had only just moved to the city six months ago, in pursuit of a career you were still yet to achieve, got landed with an office job that you were only barely qualified for, and the eviction notice on the door of your shitty downtown apartment was just the icing on the cake.
For a good few days it seemed like your world was caving in around you as you tried to collect yourself and figure out the next steps. In a city like London, real estate was scarce, not to mention expensive, and you were still working to pay off your student loans.
It was only two days before you were set to be kicked out when your new friend, Mary stepped in and saved the day.
You met Mary at your new office job and sheâd been somewhat of a saving grace from the beginning.
She had been a splash of colour in a sea of black suits and beige blouses. Sheâd been quick to introduce herself, inviting you to join her for lunch on your first day, during which she caught you up on all the ins and outs of office politics. The two of you had become fast friends, something you were extremely grateful for.
And you found yourself even more grateful for her, as her car pulled into the driveway of the apartment building you were about to call your new home.
âHow do you know these guys again?â You asked, glancing up at the red brick structure through the passenger window.
âWe all went to high school together,â She explained. âI know them really well, trust me theyâre great guys.â
You believed her. Sheâd never given you a reason not to. But still, moving into a household with three strange men that youâve never met, is bound to be daunting nonetheless.
âAnd youâre 100% sure theyâre okay with me moving in? I mean, they donât even know me!â
She only giggled. âDonât be silly! Theyâre completely on board. Theyâve been looking for a new roommate since their other friend Peter moved out a month ago to get a place with his girlfriend, Sybil. They were just about to put up an ad on Craigslist, for heavens sake. Trust me, youâre doing them a favour. If I love you, theyâll love you too.â
You nodded at her but your heart still hummed unsurely in your chest. You took a deep breath. It was now or never.
After a treacherous journey up the narrow staircase with boxes in hand, you arrived at the door to the apartment. Mary was behind you, lugging a suitcase full of your clothes. You wished, for a moment that her friends at least lived in a building that had an elevator. You erased that thought from your mind a moment later, when you remembered that these people were doing you a massive favour. Besides, you were hardly in a position to complain.
Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. When it swung open you had to make a conscious effort to pick your jaw up off the floor.
Standing in front of you was the most attractive man youâve ever seen. He was fair and lean with long strands of dark hair fanning his face. He was chiseled in a way that made him look delicate, almost doll-like but he also had tattoos lining his arms and chest, which you could see poking out from beneath his white t-shirt. He was leaning against the doorframe, effortlessly cool, looking down at you with a flirtatious smirk on his face.
âHey there gorgeous. You must be the new roommate. Iâm Sirius.â
You peered up at him in shock, not quite sure how to respond to this man who had the face of a Greek God. And did he just call you gorgeous? You werenât sure what you were expecting but this definitely wasnât it.
âUm, hi,â you stumbled awkwardly. Your hands felt clammy even just looking at this guy, how the hell are you supposed to live with him? âIâm y/n.â
His grin only widened âPretty name for a pretty girl.â
âUgh, stop flirting with her Sirius! And move out of the way, this stuff weâre carrying is heavy you know.â
Youâd almost forgotten Mary was there until sheâs stepping forward, shoving past Sirius who was blocking the doorway, and entering the apartment.
âSorry hun, just trying to make conversation,â Sirius teased, stepping aside gently to let you in.
The place was bigger than you expected. Not huge but definitely comfortable, and better decorated. The picture youâd created in your imagination could only be described as a âbro caveâ with bean bags on the floor and minimal furnishings. However, you were pleasantly surprised to see that the place is rather nice and homey, with comfortable leather furniture and a few framed artworks on the walls.
âWell, welcome home,â Sirius said, following you into the living room. âI canât take any credit for the interior design, unfortunately. That was all Remus. Speaking of, Iâll go get him. Iâm sure heâll be happy to meet you.â
Sirius padded off down the hall, making his way to one of the rooms and banging heavily on the door.
âRemus! The new roommate is here! Donât be rude and come and meet her!â
The boy that emerged was equally as attractive as Sirius. He was taller than the first boy, with a mop of sandy hair and dark, piercing eyes. He wasnât as effortlessly cool as Sirius, he was more lanky and hunched in posture, but he had a sort of nerdy charm about him that was very endearing. He was dressed in a thick woollen jumper and his hair was mattered. He blinked up at Sirius, like he hadnât quite caught up with the situation yet.
âWhatâs going on?â
Sirius just rolled his eyes. âOur new roommate is here! Come and say hello!â
He peered out of the doorway. Looking in either direction before his eyes landed on you. Not quite sure what to do with yourself, you sent him an awkward wave.
âHi,â
âHi,â he replied in return, with a tight lipped smile. Then he turned back to Sirius.
âCould you go away now please? I was having a nap.â
âFine. Sorry.â
There door was abruptly slammed in his face.
You stood in the living room, holding a box to your chest awkwardly, and you couldnât help but feel slightly uncomfortable about the interaction. Sirius could apparently tell, and was quick to jump to your aid.
âDonât worry about him,â he said dismissively. âHeâs just in a mood. Heâs a med student and all the studying is driving him wild at the moment. Heâll come good after he gets a bit of sleep. Now, how about I show you to your room?â
He directed you down the hallway to a door at the end. Inside, you could already see Mary hanging up your clothes in the wardrobe.
âSo this is you,â Sirius muttered, gesturing to the space like a magician revealing his assistant had not, in fact, been sawed in half. Then he sent you another flirtatious smile, something you were quickly learning was a signature of his.
âIâll leave you girls to it but just shout if thereâs anything you need. Although, if you want someone to help carry boxes, Iâd recommend waiting until James gets home later on. Heâs the athletic one of the three of us. And let me tell you those stairs are a killer.â
You chuckled, a genuine smile overtaking your face for the first time in this whole experience.
âThanks Sirius. I appreciate it.â
âDonât mention it,â he drawled, giving you a wink.
Mary rolled her eyes. âOkay Sirius. Thank you but you can go now. We have a lot of unpacking to do here.â
Once Sirius had departed, you and Mary got to work on unpacking your things. Luckily for you, Peter had left behind a bed frame and a few pieces of furniture in his move, a saving grace considering most of your stuff had come with the previous apartment. You still had a mattress strapped to the roof of Maryâs car that needed bringing in, but like Sirius had said, Mary insisted that you wait for the mysterious James to return from work to help you carry any of the heavier items inside (With the way the others talked about him, you could only imagine he must be a superhero). Instead you busied yourself with unpacking your random assortment of trinkets collected over the years.
âSo how are you feeling about the place?â Mary pried, unpacking a few shoe boxes into the bottom of the closet.
âIt seems alright,â you admitted. âTo be honest, I was a little nervous going into this but Sirius seems nice. I think he and I will get along.â
Mary smiled. âOh good! I knew youâd like it. And just wait until you get to know the other boys better too. Youâll fit right in! Iâm sure of it.â
You have her an anxious smile. âI really hope youâre right.â
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It was a few hours later, when the sound of the door clicking open caught your attention.
âHoney! Iâm home!â A playful voice boomed down the doorway.
You slowly emerged from your room to greet your final roommate. The guy was visibly buff and wearing a mud-covered jersey. He had matted tuft of thick dark curls and round glasses that balanced on the edge of his nose.
You couldnât help but admire him as he kicked his shoes off.
âHi. Iâm y/n. Iâm your new roommate.â
He looked up curiously before his expression morphed into a dazzlingly charming smile. He began to approach you and you held out a hand for him to shake. He bypassed the gesture all together, instead choosing to engulf you in a bone-crushing hug.
You were caught a little off-guard at first but tentatively hugged him back, heat rising in your cheeks as you felt the muscles of his biceps flex against you.
Pull yourself together!! You thought.
As he pulled away, he looked down at you, a few stray curls falling in front of his eyes. He smiled widely, reminding you somewhat of a playful puppy.
âItâs so nice to finally meet you!â He exclaimed. âMaryâs told me so much about you.â
You couldnât help the smile that crept onto your own face as you looked up at him. You really liked James, you decided.
âHow have you been settling in so far?â He continued.
âPretty well, I suppose. Iâve done most of my unpacking now.â
He nodded. âThatâs good. Well if you need help with anything, let me know. Iâd be happy to assist.â
You grimaced. âActually there is one thing you might be able to help me with?â
He raised a brow expectantly.
âHow do you feel about mattress transportation?â
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Manoeuvring a queen sized mattress up three floors of narrow stairs proved to be a challenging task. But somehow, between the two of you, you managed it.
By the time James actually wrestled the mattress on your bed-frame, you were just about ready to collapse on top of it.
Mary, unfortunately, had found the whole display hilarious, especially the moment where youâd lost your grip and send the mattress sliding down the stairs back to the first floor. So instead of offering to help, sheâd taken the opportunity to film the entire ordeal on her phone. You expected it would be gracing social media by the end of the evening.
âWell, Iâd say thatâs a job well done!â James exclaimed as he finally dropped the material onto the bed-frame.
You chuckled. âYeah! I mean it only took an hour and a half.â
James smiled and checked the watch on his wrist.
âItâs getting late and I really should shower. But how about we order pizza afterwards. We could have dinner and get to know each other a little better.â
âIâd like that.â
âGreat! Mary, darling, youâre invited too of course.â
The girl looked between the two of you, smiling playfully. Then she shot you a look.
âThanks for the offer Jamie but I actually have some stuff I need to get done back at home. You guys enjoy though.â
She sent you a wink as she went and your eyes widened.
âIâm going to go wash off, but thereâs a take out menu on the fridge,â James said. âPick out whatever you want. My shout.â
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A short while later you found yourself sat on the loveseat, a plate of pizza in your lap while Sirius and James sat side by side on the couch, bickering about the most recent episode of the Bachelor. You couldnât help but laugh as you watched on.
They argued in a way that was firm but affectionate. You could tell that they were particularly close and had clearly known each other a long time.
âI canât believe what Iâm hearing!â Sirius exclaimed, waving his piece of pizza in the air for emphasis. âJennifer was such a bitch! She totally deserved to be sent home.â
James gasped in mock offence. âNo way! He shouldâve kept her. They had a special connection.â
âAre you kidding?â Sirius blurted. âAll she did was talk about herself. She barely even gave him the time of day.â
âI disagree! She was playing hard to get. Girls only do that when they like someone!â James stated matter-of-factly. You couldnât contain your snort at the comment.
Sirius turned to you then, a smirk adorning his gorgeous face. âWell, lucky for us, we now have a girl here to settle agreements such as these. What do you think, sweetheart?â
You rolled your eyes affectionately at the nickname. âIf Iâm being honest, I have to agree with Sirius. Jennifer was kind of a bitch.â
Sirius cheered and James held a hand to his chest dramatically.
âWell youâre both wrong,â James joked. âWe must have been watching two different shows.â
Sirius scoffed. âNah, mate. You just have a terrible radar when it comes to girls. I mean, youâve been chasing the same girl since you were fifteen and sheâs still shown you no interest.â
Your eyebrows raised at that one. âWait what? I feel like Iâve missed a chapter here.â
âSheâs just a friend.â
Sirius rolled his eyes. âYeah, a friend youâve been in love with since third form.â
James sighed.
âThereâs this girl, Lily, in our friend group,â he began to explain, looking rather bashful. âAnd Iâve kind of been into her for a while but she always turns me down.â
You grimaced, clicking your tongue in sympathy. âThat sucks. But hey, If sheâs managed to keep your interest for all these years then she must really be special. Iâd love to meet her sometime.â
James smiled gently. âIâm sure you will soon. She and Mary are quite close.â
Sirius face lit up suddenly at that. âActually guys, that reminds me. The band is playing a gig on Saturday and everyoneâs coming. You should join us y/n!â
âHold on, since when are you in a band?â You queried. âI thought you were a bartender.â
Sirius chuckled. âIâm a bit of both! Bartender by night and lead singer of âSnakes and Lionsâ by⌠well also by night I guess.â
âBasically, he plays in a band on the weekends,â James clarified.
âYeah, and soon, weâll be world famous!â
âWell Iâd love to come and see you play,â you uttered.
âGreat, itâs a date then.â
âWhatâs a date?â
You all looked up to see that Remus had finally emerged from his room. He looked tired and a little disheveled. Although you supposed that was the only way youâd had a chance to see him so far.
âRem, mate! Come join us! We got Italian sausage just for you!â
Sirius gestured to one of the pizza boxes on the table and Remus nodded, grabbing a plate to fill.
âWe were just telling y/n about Siriusâ gig this weekend.â
Remus looked up at you for a moment, his tired eyes unreadable. Then he straightened himself up and came to stand before you awkwardly.
âYouâre um⌠youâre in my seat.â
Your eyes widened. âOh! Iâm sorry.â
You shot up from the spot, feeling rather mortified by the interaction.
âItâs okay, you can come sit here!â James stated, sliding further towards the armrest of the sofa and patting the spot in between himself and Sirius.
You sat down tentatively, but Sirius threw an arm around your shoulder which helped a bit in easing the nerves.
You found yourself glancing over at Remus. He seemed quiet as he munched on his pizza. You couldnât help but feel a tinge of frustration towards him. Heâd been nothing but rude to you since you arrived and you had no clue why.
âSo tell us, y/n. What brought you to London?â
Your thoughts were cut short by Siriusâ question.
âWell, I just finished my degree not too long ago and I decided I needed a change, I suppose. London has a lot of good opportunities.â
âWhat did you study?â James asked, leaning his head in his hand as he looked down at you.
âLiterature actually. I want to be a writer.â
Sirius brows shot up. âReally? Thatâs great. You should talk about that with Remus. He loves books.â
âHmm?â The boy looked up then, as if having been lost in his own world, before brought back by the sound of his name.
âY/n studied literature at university.â
He glanced over at you, only looking mildly interested. âOh, thatâs good.â
Then he turned his wrist glancing down at the watch that he wore. âItâs getting late. If you all donât mind, I think I will finish dinner in my room. I have a lot of work to do.â
You frowned at that. Had you done something to upset him? Why was he so eager to get away from you?
âAlright mate. Weâll see you in the morning,â James muttered, oblivious to the issue.
Remus nodded at him before getting up slowly and sauntering back into his room.
James continued munching on his pizza happily but Sirius clearly noticed the way you tensed at the boyâs exit. He leaned in closely, speaking in a low tone so only you could hear.
âSorry about him. He really isnât like this usually. Iâll have a talk with him.â
You sighed. âNo no, itâs okay. Donât worry about it.â
You really didnât want to be a point of contention between these boys.
âAre you sure? Itâs no trouble-â
âNo itâs fine,â you shook your head. âActually, Iâm feeling a little tired as well. I might turn in for the evening.â
James looked over at you with gentle eyes. âOkay. Sleep well.â
âThanks,â you murmured, jumping up from the couch. âIâll see you guys tomorrow.â
Once you got to your room, you lay back heavily against the door, sighing. You considered the events of the day. There had been few hiccups but you decided then and there that youâd do whatever you could to move past them.
You got along well with James and Sirius seemed friendly. It was just Remus who you were yet to win over.
As you got ready for bed, your mind ran over the interactions that youâd had so far and wondered what might be the root of his frustrations.
Maybe things will be different tomorrow, you thought, as you settled in for the night.
#marauders#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#poly!marauders x reader#marauders au
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hi, do you think you could please recommend some popular c-dramas for me? I am thinking specifically like palace intrigue types. Thank you so much and have a great day!
"Empresses in the Palace" (also known as "The Legend of Zhen Huan" or "çĺŹäź ") This is a classic and widely loved drama set in the Qing Dynasty. It follows the story of Zhen Huan, a young woman who enters the imperial palace as a concubine and navigates the treacherous world of court politics, betrayal, and power struggles. The storytelling is intricate, the characters are complex, and the costumes and sets are stunning. Itâs a must-watch for anyone who loves palace intrigue. "Empresses in the Palace" is pretty much considered the number one Chinese palace drama out there. The script is super deep, it shows sympathy for what women went through back then and celebrates their spirit of fighting back. Another drama with a really deep story is "War and Beauty." (éć揲ĺ˝) Itâs in Cantonese, and while the costumes and sets arenât as fancy as "Empresses in the Palace," the way it portrays tragedy is just as powerful. Fun fact: the original novel of "Empresses in the Palace" wasnât nearly as deep. The screenwriter totally changed its meaning. In the book, the emperor was super handsome and charming, but the director scrapped that idea. They went with an actor who wasnât conventionally attractive but had incredible acting skills. That choice made the tragedy hit way harder. Honestly, without the amazing performances and the rewritten script, "Empresses in the Palace" wouldnât have become such a massive, nationwide hit.
"Yanxi Palace: Princess Adventures" (or "坜猧ćťçĽ") Another Qing Dynasty drama, this one focuses on Wei Yingluo, a clever and determined woman who enters the palace to uncover the truth behind her sisterâs death. Itâs filled with scheming, revenge, and intense court rivalries. The production quality is top-notch, and the female lead is strong and resourceful, making it very engaging. Compared to "Empresses in the Palace," itâs not as deeply tragic. A lot of it obviously doesnât match real history, but itâs super emotional and moving. The pacing is fast, and it fits more into the ĺ¤čŁ
ĺśĺĺ§guzhuang idol dramas that often cast young pretty actors, and are set in several hundred years ago but talk and act like people in modern days. For Qing Dynasty palace intrigue dramas, I only recommend those two (Empresses in the Palace and Story of Yanxi Palace). But there are other amazing historical dramas, like "Kangxi Dynasty庡ççć(2001)," "Yongzheng DynastyéćŁçćďź1999ďź," and"Young Kangxiĺ°ĺš´ĺşˇç(2004)" etc. Theyâre all fantastic, though theyâre a bit older. I think they have english subs on youtube too. I donât recommend those Qing Dynasty time-travel palace dramas because, honestly, the scripts just arenât as good as the ones I mentioned. Either the actingâs not great, or the story just feels boring and dragged out. As for "Ruyiâs Royal Love in the Palace," just⌠donât. Itâs a total dumpster fireâpretty much universally agreed on by Chinese netizens. If youâre curious what trash tastes like, well, there you go.
There are palace intrigue dramas based on the Ming Dynasty too, but theyâre not as popular. Partly because the scripts arenât as strong, and partly because the Ming Dynasty just didnât have the same elements for palace intrigue. Thatâs a whole other topic, so I wonât get into it. But thereâs one Ming Dynasty drama thatâs absolutely brilliant, itâs called "Ming Dynasty 1566大ćçć 1566 (2006)." You can find it on YouTube with English subs.
The script is based on serious history by some top notch script writer, and itâs super amazing. Iâm not sure if itâs for everyone, though. Itâs all about political schemes, imperial strategy, and the cutthroat world of Chinese bureaucracy. If youâve read books like "Stories about Ming Dynasty/Those Things about MingććéŁäşäşĺż by shi yueçłćŚ" ďźThis series had me laughing so hard I was literally pounding my bed in the middle of the night. I stayed up all weeks reading it. Sadly, I donât think thereâs an official English version. It was a huge bestseller in China, though, topped the charts for historical fiction. It brings historical events to life in this super witty way, and the characters feel like theyâre right there in front of you. They have e-books version on WeRead of WeChat), youâd probably love it. But it doesn't appeal to people who don't like to see real power plays. Ming history is fascinating, I think it has some of the most intense power struggles in all of Chinese history. But just to be clear, itâs not a palace intrigue drama. It focuses on the imperial court, not the palaceĺ厍hougong (harem).
Also, many old Chinese dramas are incredibly well-made and have stood the test of time, though some might not have English subs due to their age. If youâre interested in exploring more, I highly recommend "Palace of Desire" (大ć厍čŻDaming Gong Ci).
This drama is set in the Tang Dynasty and revolves around the life of Empress Wu Zetian, the only female emperor in Chinese history, and her daughter, Princess Taiping. Itâs a poetic and deeply emotional portrayal of love, power, and tragedy within the imperial court. The dialogue is beautifully written, almost like a Shakespearean play, and the costumes and sets capture the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty perfectly. While it might not have the same modern production quality as newer dramas, its storytelling and historical depth are truly exceptional. It has this captivating aesthetic of Tang. If youâre open to exploring older classics, this is a gem worth checking out.
If youâre interested in diving into another epic historical drama, I highly recommend "The Emperor Han Wu" (ćąćŚĺ¤§ĺ¸)(2005). This one is about Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, one of Chinaâs most famous and powerful rulers. Itâs a gripping story of ambition, strategy, and empire-building.
The lead actor Chen Baoguo is phenomenal. He totally brings Emperor Wu to life, showing his brilliance, ruthlessness, and complexity. The drama covers everything from political intrigue and military conquests to personal struggles and relationships. Itâs a bit more serious and grand in scale compared to palace intrigue dramas, but if youâre into history and strong character-driven stories, this is a must-watch.
I donât really recommend "Joy of Lifeĺşä˝ĺš´" because, well, itâs based on a straight chinese male-oriented novelçˇé˘ĺ°čŻ´(sorry straight men sir i'm not targeting you or calling you out i know threre are many normal and decent straight men it's just this one is really ç´çˇ if you read it you know waht i mean....). Women arenât exactly the focus here. Itâs also got this heavy fantasy vibe, mixing politics, martial arts, and a bunch of other stuff, kind of like a big, chaotic stew. The male lead basically struts through the story like itâs his personal runway. Itâs not historical like "Ming Dynasty 1566" or "The Emperor Han Wu" itâs completelyćśçŠş (fictional). So, itâs not my cup of tea. But if youâre curious, give it a shot. Just donât expect much from it, the hero's girlfriend is pretty much the "perfect woman" fantasy youâd expect from a chinese male-centric novel XD like uncanny valley to me. It reminds me of that cringy feeling I got reading about Luo Ji and his wife in "The Three-Body Problem."
If youâre looking for pure romance and a love story thatâs both wildly passionate and utterly heartbreaking, you have to watch "Goodbye My Princess" (ä¸ĺŽŤ). It stars Peng Xiaoran and Chen Xingxu, and their chemistry is off the charts. This drama is all about intense, desperate, soul-crushing love, itâs the kind of story that will absolutely wreck you in the best way possible.
Yes, it has some of the limitations of its historical setting, but the female lead is such a radiant and compelling character. If you want to experience that mix of heartbreak and emotional satisfaction (you know, the kind that hurts so good), this drama is number one. It was insanely popular when it came out, and even now, its theme song is considered a classic.
I donât really recommend Song Dynasty palace dramasâsame reasons, thereâs just not much to work with in terms ofĺ厍 (harem) stories. But Song Dynasty slice-of-life dramas? Those are amazing. The best one is "A Dream of Splendor" (梌ĺĺ˝). It was insanely popular, broke records, and even got picked as one of Chinaâs top 10 national TV treasures that yearâthe only historical drama on the list. A Dream of Splendor absolutely shattered the popularity records for historical dramas. Itâs the most genuinely popular costume drama since "Empresses in the Palace."This yearâs dramas like Perfect Match have borrowed from its style, whether itâs the setting, the character designs, or the storytelling.
Iâm also watching "Perfect Match" (äşçŚä¸´é¨) right now. Itâs set in a similar world, focusing on everyday people and their lives, with a bit of bureaucracy and some palace scenes here and there. The main characters arenât royalty, though. The plotâs kind of all over the place, and Chinese netizens love to roast it for being illogical. But if you donât overthink it, itâs a pretty fun watch. I hope you enjoy all of themđ
#china#dramas#cdramas#Iâm sure there are other amazing high-quality palace dramas Iâve forgotten or missed#my brainâs not pulling them up right now. Sorry about that!
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incessant drooling
mhm pregnant Rhiannon.... need to be her sweet younger girlfriend who she met during her stint at Craig's parents house because I was Tink's dogwalker....
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your thoughts & asks actually never miss đ anon what the fuck?? (also âin bloomâ spoilers!)
oooh dogwalker!reader in this scenario iâm thinking thoughtsâŚ
you show up twice a day to walk tink, same time every morning, same polite smile, same softly murmured âhelloâ, or âgood morningâ that makes rhiannonâs arms twitch where they rest on the arm of craigâs mumâs godawful floral settee.
youâre sweet and helpful and nice and rhiannon hates itâŚ
âŚno, she craves it.
the kindness. the shy glances at her growing bump youâre too polite to ask about. your gentle comments along the lines of âget some restâ when sheâs scowling about her ankles or the twinge in her back, instead of offering her some sanctimonious comment about how beautiful motherhood is supposed to be.
at first, rhiannon is just having a little fun with it: turns out toying with the sweet dog walker is a great way to pass the time now that craig is in jail for her crimes murder and sheâs merely the killerâs girlfriend, unfortunate enough to get herself knocked up by him.
she shows up at the doorstep in just a loosely tied robe and makes sure it constantly slips from her shoulder or walks in the background when elaine opens the door for you, wrapped in just a towel. she compliments you and relishes in your cheeks flushing red.
once she let you in, pretending she hadnât noticed her leaking breasts, purposely embarrassing herself for the sake of watching you blush and fumble for the right words.
then, on a sunday, when craigâs parents are out for church and some follow up lunch with friends rhiannon claimed she was too tired for, she takes it farther than just observing from afar:
youâre crouched by tinkâs leash in the doorway, flushed from the wind, and sheâs watching you from the hallway in an oversized jumper, fabric stretching a little too tight over her bump, her nipples visibly outlined where her fabric clings. her chest is sore. she wants to be touched.
âyou know,â rhiannon says lazily, âyou could stay in for once. itâs raining out there. why donât you sit with me for a bit?â
youâre standing awkwardly in the doorway, still holding tinkâs lead in one hand. rhiannon doesnât wait for you, she just moves to the kitchen, briefly glancing over her shoulder to make sure youâre not leaving.
âtea?â
you look up from where her dogâs tail is already thumping in anticipation. âsorry?â
âtea,â she repeats. one hand rests on the counter, the other curved under her stomach. âdo you want one?â
you know you should take tink and go. thatâs your job, the one you always step into when rhiannon canât, or when the driveway is swarming with journalists again. theyâve been circling all week, too; you spotted one on wednesday, half-hidden behind a car, camera lowered the second you walked by. youâre just the dog walker, not a guest. nothing to see here.
rhiannon is already grabbing a second mug. âjust ten minutes,â she says. âtink will be fine.â
you follow her into the kitchen before you can talk yourself out of it. she smiles and gestures to the table. as you sit, you clear your throat. âhow are youâŚcoping?â
sheâs been through hell, half the country at her heels for carrying a killerâs baby, so asking something so obvious feels stupid. saying nothing feels worse, though.
rhiannon snorts softly, dropping a teabag into each mug. âwith what, exactly?â
âwith, uhmâŚall of this. the baby. the press. theâŚsituationâ
she finally turns. âyou mean craig being locked up for all thoseâŚterrible crimes while i nest in his childhood bedroom and waddle around like a beached whale?â
âi didnât mean it like that!â
âi know,â rhiannon assures. âiâm just winding you up.â
the mugs clink onto the table between you and she slides yours over, then sits, sighing as she adjusts her weight.
âthe press has been quiet this week,â she says conversationally. âat least until this morning. caught one of them trying to peek through the hedge againâ
you face tightens. youâd seen them before, lurking behind the postbox, clicking their cameras trying to get a good picture.
rhiannon studies your expression. âwhat?â she finally asks. âyou feel sorry for me?â
âno. i-â you shake your head. âit must be a lot.â
âit is,â she agrees, lifting her tea. âhormones donât help.â
you give a soft laugh, a little unsure.
rhiannon leans in just a touch. âyou wanna know the worst part?â
âsureâ
she hums, steam rising between you. âthe fucking leaky titsâ
âohâ you blush.
âoh?â she echoes, tilting her head. âitâs horrible. canât even wear a normal top anymore, can you imagine?â
you squirm, thighs tightening together. âthatâŚsounds roughâ
âoh, sweetheart,â she purrs, resting her chin on her hand. âdidnât think the nice little dog walker would go pink just from a bit of biologyâŚ?â
you start to stammer something but rhiannon lifts her hand, silencing you. ârelax,â she rasps. âiâm just sayingâŚitâs nice to have someone to talk to. someone who looks at me.â
she shifts, her knee bumping yours under the table. you reach for your mug again and the ceramic is hot between your clammy hands, the heat doing little to ground you.
âwhat? you thought i didnât catch you staring by now?â
rhiannon stands, slowly, and circles the table. she moves behind you, fingertips trailing lightly across the back of your chair, then your shoulder.
you gulp audibly. ârhiannon, this isnât-â
âisnât what?â she presses closer. âa good idea?â
her body radiates warmth behind you, and your heartâs hammering in your chest. rhiannon smiles, you can feel it, more than you see it; the curl of her lips against your skin.
âcraigâs mum and dad wonât be back for hours.â
âi shouldnât,â you whisper.
she doesnât back off. if anything, rhiannon leans in further, her hand slipping from your shoulder to graze down your front.
âi havenât had a decent orgasm in weeks,â she confesses. âcanât even reach past the bump most days. youâd think with all these pregnancy hormones iâd be glowing. but no. iâm achingâ she exhales slowly, her mouth brushing the shell of your ear. âlet me have this,â she whispers. âlet me have you.â
pregnant!rhiannon who eyes you every time you kneel down to clip tinkâs leash. especially when craigâs parents are around and she knows she canât have you that day, so she has to get off on the memory of the last time she got to fuck you.
possessive!pregnant!rhiannon guysâŚ.possessive!pregnant!rhiannon who scrolls through your socials at night, one hand resting over her belly and the other clenched around her phone, teeth gritted at the sight of someone elseâs hand on your shoulder. she doesnât ask about it the next day. she waits until youâre at her feet, gagging around her fingers, before whispering: âdo they know you let me fuck your face like this?â
pregnant!rhiannon who takes secret pictures of herself after your visits, then sends them to you with no warning whatsoever. your phone almost slips from you when you open the picture she sent, seeing rhiannon with one hand on her stomach, the other in her panties. your phone buzzes again while youâre still catching your breath. âshouldâve stayedâ her texts says. âyou know i canât come on my own anymore. need you to fuck me properly next timeâ
speaking of: pregnant!rhiannon who gets increasingly frustrated and angry with her own body. âyou think itâs funny?â she pants once, your fingers between her legs while she lies on her side in bed, one hand gripping the curve of her stomach. âtry doing this when you canât even find your own bloody clit!â you hush her with a kiss against her thigh and she bites back a moan, legs spreading wider as best she can. sheâs wet enough to soak your palm and her chest is flushed, nipples puffy and aching. when you tease them, rhiannon whines, arching into you.
pregnant!rhiannon who gets so jealous she invites you over twice in one day, claiming she needs help with tink, only to pull you into her bedroom. âprove it,â she says, grabbing your jaw. âprove youâre not fucking anyone else.â
pregnant!rhiannon who kicks her swollen feet up on the couch the moment you walk in. âmy anklesâ she whines. âare you gonna come rub them for me?â once your fingers are on her skin, she moans in relief, eyes fluttering shut. âgod, youâre so good at thatâŚâ rhiannon watches you under her lashes as her thighs inch open.
(everyone say thank you đŞ anon for making me post the following headcanon. in my defense for the record, this actually happens in the books, soâŚthereâs that!!)
pregnant!rhiannon who has painfully sensitive tits and makes it your problem job to help her. sheâll sit you down like sheâs asking for something innocent, then tug her top up and straddle your lap with a sigh. âthey feel like theyâre going to burst,â she huffs. âjustâŚhere, use your mouth!â sheâs right: her skin is taut and sensitive, nipples already leaking. when you give in and rhiannon leans forward until one brushes your mouth, her hips grind in response and she claws at your shoulders. âjust like that!â she gasps. âsuch a good girl for me.â
pregnant!rhiannon who feels the bulge of your strap against her when you hug her from behind and immediately slips her hand down the front of your jeans with a greedy, âwhat the fuck is this?âwhen you ask if she wants you to take it off, she snaps, âdonât you dareâ, already dragging you to bed with her.
pregnant!rhiannon who starts to rut against your strap with zero patience the moment sheâs on her hands and knees, belly cushioned by pillows, moaning into the mattress. âfuck, i can feel it,â she cries out, rocking back harder. âfuck me already.â
pregnant!rhiannon who acts like itâs the real thing from that point on. strokes it like itâs yours, moans like you bred her yourself & whispers filthy things to you. âfeels like you put this baby in me. like itâs yours. do you want that? want to fill me up again?â
pregnant!rhiannon who wears something ridiculously sheer when she knows youâre coming by, her bump outlined, nipples visible through the fabric, face smug when you try not to stare. âoh, this?â she hums. âitâs the only thing that fitsâ then she bends over slowly, making a show of arching her back while picking up tinkâs toy.
pregnant!rhiannon who lifts those clothes up when youâre alone, not even bothering with a proper greeting, swollen belly on display, no underwear underneath. âsit down,â she orders, already climbing onto your lap. âchrist. youâre so easy.â rhiannon grinds down. âyou feel that? thatâs what youâve done. just being around me. fucking- watchingâ
pregnant!rhiannon who gets so greedy one day she makes you sit on the edge of her bathtub, legs spread, strap on, while she fucks herself on it from a squat. âdonât move. just let meâŚfuck, just let me use itâ
pregnant!rhiannon who makes you fuck her slow and deep when she canât take it anymore. she lays on her side, eyes fluttering every time you hit her g-spot just right.
pregnant!rhiannon who keeps the curtains open and the windows cracked on purpose. reporters have been lingering outside the gate all week and she leans in, breath hot against your ear, hips grinding slow and hard against yours. âgo on,â she whispers, âmake it worth the headlines.â
pregnant!rhiannon who insists on sitting on your face because âit takes the pressure off her backâ.
pregnant!rhiannon who wonât shut up about how youâll never get away from her now. âyouâre mine,â she breathes against your throat. âiâll have this baby and theyâll still want me to stay here. youâll keep walking the dog, and fucking me in secret, and youâll love every second of it!â
#rhiannon lewis áŚ#Ëđ Ě !! mdni#rhiannon lewis x reader#rhiannon lewis x female reader#rhiannon lewis x you#sweetpea
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LUKE CASTELLAN ( pretty baby )

request ! â Luke with a bimbo gf </3 She loves sitting in his lap , and he always babies her I NEED (pls) â
warning ! bimbo!reader x actually sweet!Luke for once. Luke babies reader. reader is mentioned to be female. fluff. mention of food / eating. i tried. blurb-ish. not proofread.
"Open." Your lips automatically open at his words , immediately tasting the sweet juice of a strawberry Luke attentively placed on your tongue for you to eat. When you close your lips again , he coos , "There you go , baby."
"Thank you , Luke."
Youâre always so sweetly polite to him when he feeds you ! Patiently seated on your throne â being Luke's very inviting, very warm lap â you feel like the richest girl , being greatly taken care of by your boyfriend. As a son of Hermes , the boy is naturally nurturing ( he often helped or encouraged new or younger campers , but that also more than not includes his sweet and sometimes ditzy girlfriend ).
Luke doesnât really mind when you would keep his lap warm , if anything , he thought of it as awfully endearing. How you would gravitate towards it like it was your own privately reserved seat. Which , honestly , it was !
A grin falls over his lips at your sweet little thanks , gently wiping the excess of the strawberry from the corner of your lips. He then slowly brings his thumb up to his own mouth, tasting the mix that was your now smudged lip gloss and the fruit. He hums, "Cherry?"
And oh , the action of him tasting you on his finger has your heart thumping in an erratic rhythm. Luke was so easily attractive in what he did , it was really just unfair !
Your boyfriend watches in amusement when a smile falls over your lips. You nod at his guess. It is his favorite flavor , and therefore also the one that always gets you the most kisses from him ! Obviously , you must have quickly applied it before leaving , hoping for his mouth on yours.
And maybe more ...
And just like you hoped , he firmly ( but gentle ) grabbed your face with one hand , practically squishing your cheeks together until your lips were puckered. With them plump and pouty , he could easily press his mouth against your own. Savoring your sweet taste right from the source.
Luke always kisses like he is trying to steal away your breath. Like some simple kissing just isnât enough for him anymore. He needs to breathe you , taste you. And he would deepen it so naturally that all your thoughts would just melt away , and then all you want is him , him , him.
When he moves his head away , you whine.
"We're not here to make out , baby." "Why not?"
Luke chuckles at your upset tone , and gently pats your cheek in a form of affection ( and maybe to soothe you ). "Weâre at the lake , sunshine , remember?" Lake as in ⌠others would see you ⌠and that was gross. For them.
Then , when you huff at his answer â which you felt was dumb , and unsatisfying â your boyfriend leans a little closer again. A frown on his face when he notices the slightest hint of a sunburn on your skin. It was flush , and warm to the touch.
"Did you put on sunscreen , huh?" His words carries a hint of soft scolding , because , of course you didnât ! Too up in your head to think about it yourself. And he honestly forgot to tell you too. Your pretty and empty head had been much too excited about going to the lake with him. Too eager to get to show him your flimsy little bikini ...
Which , donât get him wrong , he is more than grateful to be in the presence of what you shamelessly said to be a bikini. But the care for your health â yeah , even something as simple as just your skin ! â greatly outweighs the joy of what youâre wearing for him.
He sighs a bit disappointed when his fingers graze your nose , the bridge of it already clearly burned.
And your little piece of fabric did honestly nothing to shield the rest of your body from the relentless sun glaring down on you , too. Great.
"Sâ not that bad," you shrug , and Luke rolls his eyes in return. Because of course you would think that itâs not that bad.
"You take hours getting ready , baby," he immediately grabs the small expensive bottle of La Roche 50 SPF from your bag â which he thankfully remembered to pack ! Why you need such an expensive sunscreen , he doesn't really know , but you claim it doesn't disgustingly stick to your skin for hours . . . so , anything to make you feel comfortable , i guess.
"Hours , Baby. But then you forget the most important step."
And he is so gentle when he spreads the cream over your nose , your cheeks , and collarbone. The citrusy smell immediately reminding you of summer , the beach , and rolling in the sand with Luke. You hum , happily letting his hands run all over your body.
He is right . . . you sometimes do take hours getting ready.
Night routine , morning routine , middle of the day routine . . . , Luke could name them all. He even knows what products you use for each. Because he loves you , and he cares , and you literally yap about it at least once a week , conspiring which of your mountains on products made your skin flare up.
He tells you that you don't need all of that , of course. But it's also endearing how you would preen , literally presenting yourself to him , freshly washed after an everything shower . . . because you think it makes you more desirable , when , honestly , Luke would bend you over no matter the shower . . .
But your boyfriend appreciates the effort and the thought that goes into it , nonetheless !
When he's sure you're properly protected from the sun , he kisses your neck. "You fine staying here?" "The lake?"
Luke chuckles , his arms becoming the slightest bit tighter around you. "My lap , pretty girl." When you start frowning , he kisses your neck again , nuzzling the back of it.
"Where else would i go?"
Yeah , youâre right. Where else would you go ?
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