#bud i know i said this but i ADORE so much of this

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── SPEECHLESS ♥︎

♥︎ pairing: younger shy!reader x bf!aaron

♥︎ summary: after dating for three months, you make a plan to finally get aaron to sleep with you.

♥︎ warnings / tags: fluff, smut, MDNI! unprotected PIV wc: 1.2k

♥︎ author's note: for my girl @cinnamoncunt thank you for requesting this for my 4k event!! <3 i hope you enjoy it!!

AARON HOTCHNER MASTERLIST

aaron wanted to take things slow, the man knowing that you didn't have as much experience as he did due to the age gap between you two along with your inability to make the first move, but you were starting to get frustrated. you were by no means a virgin, and you and aaron had done some things, but you'd never slept with him. even though you were fine with taking things slow, and loved it when he'd show affection in his own, sweet ways, you also wanted more heat, but whenever aaron held you in his arms, you couldn't get yourself to stutter out the words 'let's have sex'. you have needs.

the day of your three-month anniversary, aaron had texted you to let you know that him and his team had finished up their case, asking you if you wanted to meet up that night, and the moment you received said text, a plan started to form in your mind.

aaron twisted your door open, looking around the dim apartment, his dark brows slightly furrowed. he called out your name, running a hand through his hair, and you appeared in front of him, making aaron's eyes widen and his throat go dry, "you look..."

"yes?" you cocked your head to the side in a teasing manner, biting down on your lower lip. you were in nothing but a dark blue lingerie set, tiptoeing close to him. you took hold of his tie, your long nails painted the same color as the new set you'd bought, looking up at the man in a suggestive way as you loosened his tie, "i missed you..." you stuck out your bottom lip.

"clearly." aaron cleared his throat, his hands trailing down to your bare sides, causing delicious shivers to crawl up your spine as you tugged him closer to you, sliding his jacket off. "you look great."

"just great?" you chuckled sultrily, "i think you can do better than that."

the man pulled you so close to him you were chest-to-chest, the suddenness of the movement making you let out a gasp, your heartbeat picking up in your chest, your cheeks starting to feel warmer, your reaction causing a pleased smile to appear on aaron's lips.

"i think so too."

he lifted you into his arms with ease, carrying you into your bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed, before pulling back. as he undid the cuffs on his button-up, aaron looked around the room, noticing the candles you'd lit all around the room, a breath of a chuckle leaving him. "cute." aaron undid his tie, throwing it onto the ground and unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt as you watched him in excitement.

when he was left in nothing but his boxers, a bulge visible through the black fabric, he leaned down down, aaron's body pressed against yours. "i missed you..." your boyfriend mumbled into your neck as you threw your head back, allowing him to keep kissing down your body. you arched your back off the bed, allowing aaron to swiftly unclasp your bra and discard the blue lace onto the floor, his tongue darting out to give your hardened nipple a lick, making you gasp.

aaron sucked the hard bud into his mouth, his hand slowly trailing down your body, his fingertips enough light a fire in your abdomen, slipping down into your panties. "god, aaron..." you whine when you feel his long finger run up your slit, gathering some of your arousal before landing onto your clit, circling it.

he let go of your nipple with a pop! pulling away from you, a pout on your face when he pulled his finger away from your clit. aaron found your reaction adorable, letting out a quiet chuckle, "someone's eager."

aaron kneeled back, and you watched as he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard cock, twitching in his hand. he gave himself a few pumps before letting go, sliding his hand up your bare, inner thigh, his touch causing goosebumps to raise on your skin, rubbing over the damp patch on your panties.

he slipped his fingers under the pair of lacy panties, peeling them down your your legs and discarding them. "stop teasing me..." you whine, wiggling your hips as your boyfriend let out a grumble of laughter.

aaron's hands pulled your legs apart, and you felt him slide the tip of his cock up and down your slit, gathering some of your arousal before positioning himself at your entrance, "you're so wet, sweetheart..." he murmured, his lips attaching themselves onto your neck, each nip pulling a gasp from you, "i've waited so long for this."

you were about to answer him, only to be cut off when you felt him push the head of his cock into you, your eyes fluttering shut as aaron let out a slow breath into the side of your neck.

you felt every inch of him as he pushed himself deeper, filling you. aaron started moving his hips, pulling out of your cunt until only the tip of his cock was inside of you and thrusted back into you, your tight, gummy walls clenching around him in a way that made him groan, and although he was trying to go slow, the rocking of his hips grew more intense.

even though it was your first time together, your hips met each of his thrust like out of instinct, and every time you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix, it drove you crazy.

aaron's thumb found its way to your clit, stroking the fire inside of you, causing the knot in your stomach to tighten, your nails digging into his back, the man letting out a groan as his hips started rocking into you at a faster pace, "i-i'm-"

before you could even finish telling him, you felt the band in your stomach snap with the force of your orgasm, your walls starting to clench around aaron as heat radiated through your body, his thrusts slowing down until his hips stilled, his cock buried inside of you, a groan of your name leaving his lips as you felt him paint your walls white with his cum.

for a moment, the two of you just stayed in that position, letting out heavy breaths until he pulled back, looking down at you with a small smile as he tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear, "that was..."

"aaron hotchner, if you say great, i'm kicking you out of bed." you interrupted, making him chuckle.

"i was going to say amazing." aaron grinned and pressed his forehead against yours, "but it was great too."

[emeraldsturns]

the good stuff

kenny chesney

↺ |◁ II ▷|

your tears are already etched into chris’s mind.

it had happened, your first big fight.

chris was driving around, no destination in mind, just needed to clear his head and give you some space.

in the distance, he saw the neon lights, at the corner of the downtown square. it felt right.

he parked, took a deep breath, brushed himself off and pushed open the heavy, glass door.

the bar was empty, no one but the old bar keep, half asleep, propped on his elbows.

“hey bud, what can i get ya?”

“the good stuff, please.”

“well, unfortunately, you can’t find that here.”

chris looked into the old man’s already misty eyes, clearly confused.

he didn’t reach for whiskey. he didn’t pop open a beer. he didn’t pour a tequila shot.

the bar keep sighed.

“the good stuff, that’s the first long kiss that you share on your second date. your mama’s worried, staring at the clock, because you got home a little too late. s’when you drop that engagement ring in your spaghetti ‘cause you can’t stop shakin’.”

chris just meet his gaze as he continues.

“it’s eat’n her burnt supper that entire first year of marriage, but you ask for seconds to keep her from gettin’ upset. man, that’s the good stuff.”

“i guess i’ve never thought about it that way.”

“no one does, until that’s all they have left.”

the man grabs a carton of milk from the little cooler, poured himself a tall glass.

chris flashed his pretty white grin, “i’ll have a glass of that, too.”

they sat and exchanged stories as hours passed, like they’d known each other forever.

there was a old black and white framed photo hanging above the liquor shelves. a beautiful woman.

he must’ve felt chris looking, because then he said, “that’s my bonnie. my wife. i spent 5 years in these liquor bottles when cancer took her from me. i keep it up there to remind me to stay sober for her. i’ve been sober 3 years now. and you know, one thing that’s stronger than the whiskey…”

he looked off, eyes glazing over again, “was seeing her finally holding our baby girl after 9 long months of waitin’. think’n about how much she adored her pearl necklace that i gave her on our youngest son’s wedding day. it’s finally gettin’ that t-shirt that you wait lifetimes for, the one that says “i’m a grandpa”.

it’s bein’ there when her time came to an end. hold’n her hand when the Lord called her home.”

chris unlocked the front door, walking into the smell of your favorite candle, lavender and vanilla.

you shuffled up to him, donning one of his hoodies that fell to your thighs. you immediately flung your arms around his neck, tears already falling.

“i’m sorry.”

“so am i.”

he looked into your eyes, he could see the love you had for him. he drank it up.

“i love you.”

“i love you the most.”

“that’s the good stuff,” he thought to himself.

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[prettybugsinbandages]

Blot!reader pt. 8

Part 8 to this

This is a darker story. I suggest you refrain from reading it if you're in a fragile mental state or unable to handle darker themes.

The days blurred together, spinning like a carousel that had lost its rhythm—too fast, too bright, too sweet in all the wrong ways. It was beautiful, almost nostalgically so, but nauseating. As if time had decided to move forward with a cruel sort of cheer, indifferent to the heaviness you carried with each step.

After that night, no one asked questions.

Perhaps they didn't know how. Perhaps they feared the answers. Or maybe, deep down, they understood that no explanation offered could make any of it easier to bear. No truth would be gentle enough to soothe the ache or clean enough to satisfy curiosity.

The Blot, once a constant presence—whispering in corners of your mind, teasing you, luring and lamenting in equal measure—had gone quiet. It had curled into some hidden recess of your mind and fallen silent. No more murmurs. No more laughter. Not even sorrow.

Just stillness.

And in that silence, the days continued. Time didn't heal so much as it dulled. The pain didn't vanish, but its edges softened, becoming something you could carry without crumbling.

Word of your circumstances had reached others too. Rook, ever the optimist, had suggested involving more minds might help—perhaps a collective pursuit would bring clarity, or even a solution. But all it did was wrap you in an uncomfortable awareness. You weren't a mystery to solve. You were a burden to be managed.

A melancholy settled over campus like mist, creeping into everything and everyone. Even the most powerful students, the most composed individuals, wore subtle changes in their expressions. It was like ripples in still water—small, but undeniable. You noticed them. And worse, you knew you had caused them.

Ruggie caught your eye in passing once. His ears drooped, not out of fear this time, but something gentler. Understanding, maybe. He shifted his weight like he might walk toward you—might say something—but in the end, he turned away. He didn't blame you. He knew what happened was terrifying. But he also knew you were terrified too. Still, things weren't the same, and that subtle drift between you stung sharper than outright blame ever could.

Then there was Riddle.

He said nothing. But you caught him watching you in the reflection of your teacup—eyes focused not on your face, but on the quiet tension in your hands, the way you rubbed the edge of the porcelain like it might fray under your touch. Your tea had gone cold long ago, but you remained seated, fingers tracing delicate swirls as if hoping to anchor yourself in something familiar.

In a quiet, grand gesture of hope—or maybe desperation—Heartslabyul's signature rose guardian had been unearthed. The flowers replanted, replaced with blooms of your choosing. Riddle hadn't mentioned it aloud. He didn't need to. Somewhere beneath his rules and routines, he hoped you'd still be around when the first buds opened. As if time itself could become a clock, counting down not to an end—but to a beginning.

One late night, as you lay motionless in bed, half-present and barely breathing through the static of your own thoughts, a soft ping from your phone flickered through the silence. The shadows in your room flickered, signaling that the Blot had also been startled by the sound. Idia had sent you a message—long, rambling, awkward, and painfully sincere. He apologized for the last tense interaction, for the things he'd said and the things he hadn't. Attached were coordinates.

Curiosity, or maybe something gentler than that, stirred in your chest as you followed them in-game.

What waited for you was a massive, underground bunker built block by block with obsessive care—stocked with everything you liked and needed, every silly item you'd once casually mentioned, every rare collectible he knew you adored, and even every animal—tamable and untamable—neatly confined in entity-friendly spaces as well. It was a digital sanctuary, crafted with shaking hands and a quiet breaking heart. He didn't say he missed you. He didn't have to. The base was the confession.

Idia: I just want you to keep going. Even if it's not for me.

His last message read, surprisingly written with perfect grammar.

Meanwhile, outside your actual window, Malleus continued his nightly rituals. The gentle tap of wind or the faint glimmer of magic was all that marked his passing. The gifts he left behind were unique and otherworldly—small fae tokens: a branch from his favorite tree, a stone somehow carved into an intricate small gargoyle, a piece of glass shaped like a tear that never fell. Each one left in hope, in helplessness, in longing. He was trying to help. Trying to understand. But even the great faerie prince could not comprehend the wound inside you, only mourn that he couldn't soothe it.

Silver never said much. His silences were eloquent and graceful. He continued his quiet patrols past Ramshackle, watching from a respectful distance. He'd always been a guardian of dreams and peace—but he couldn't guard you from yourself. Or the Blot. So instead, he left small flowers woven into crowns and rings on your doorstep when he could, humble blooms from his walks. But they were always wilted by morning. As if even nature understood the fragility of his offering.

You never mentioned the state you often found them in, not wanting to see the boy wilt himself.

The Yuus were gentler now, but more intense in their presence. Always hovering, always nearby. They didn't speak of the truth—but it haunted the spaces between your conversations. The weight of your confession clung to them like a second skin. They smiled at you as if afraid the wrong word might shatter the air around you.

You hated the way they all looked at you—as if you were glass set on the edge of a high shelf. As if breathing too hard might tip you over.

But the truth?

Nothing had changed.

Not really.

Somewhere deep down, you had already made your choice—long before any of them noticed the fracture. It sat inside you like a quiet star: constant, cold, inevitable. You didn't know when the moment would come, only that you'd know it when it did.

And for all their efforts—sweet, sincere, achingly kind—you couldn't be saved in the way they hoped. But overtime it became painfully clear how difficult that goal truly was.

And it wasn't their fault.

It only made the guilt worse.

Like a debt you wished they'd stop trying to repay.

Because the person they were fighting to save—the one who had held them all together—was slipping quietly out of reach. And no one, not even you, knew if they could come back.

The news spread like fire on dry grass—swift, bright, and impossible to ignore.

A way home had been found.

Reactions rippled across campus in a tangled mess of emotions: elation, sorrow, disbelief, anxiety, longing. Some students whispered with hope in their voices; others stared blankly at the walls, caught in a strange limbo of what-ifs and memories. And through it all, one truth remained: you had changed them.

The way people looked at you—the way they felt about you—had shifted. No longer were you just a strange newcomer from another world. Somewhere along the line, you'd become theirs. A friend, a rival, a confidant, a source of chaos and comfort.

And now you were all leaving.

Headmage Crowley called a formal meeting, though even he lacked his usual flair. He stood a little straighter than usual, voice more solemn than usual. The mirror home was open, stable. The stars had aligned in a rare cosmic arrangement. The gate thrummed with raw energy—ready to bring you back where it all began.

Your world. Or... was it?

Because deep inside you, a whisper lingered. Faint. Familiar. The Blot's story. The idea that this—this—was your real world. That your soul had bloomed here once before. Perhaps that's why the ocean reached for you on calm days, why the wind danced with you when you in lonely moments, why the snow and sun kissed you with reverence instead of indifference.

The world here didn't just accept you. It welcomed you. Embraced you. And so did the people within it.

And as the final day drew nearer, fleeting moments played in your mind like petals caught in a breeze:

Deuce had leaned over during class, whispering urgently as if trying to catch time by the tail. His teal eyes shimmered with quiet urgency, like deep ponds stirred with emotion. "You should text me if you go," he said, lips tugged into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "All of us. Even if it's like... cross-dimensional." It wasn't meant to sway your choice, just a promise: you are loved here.

Leona dropped his thoughts at lunch like they didn't weigh as much as they clearly did. He sat across from you, lazily pushing a tray your way. "Ordered too much." he muttered—though you both knew he didn't. As you ate, his gaze lingered, not on your face, but on the simple fact that you were still here. Still present. Still real. "You're stronger than you think. Even without all that Blot junk." The lion gave a soft scoff, one ear flicking. "You'd fit in at the Sunset Savanna. People respect lions there. And you have the strength of a Lion." You knew what he meant: There was a place waiting for you.

And Kalim? He couldn't sit still. Ever since the news broke, he'd been rushing around like a whirlwind of joy and dread, putting together elaborate gift boxes for each of you. Trinkets, silks, spices, ornate keepsakes—things that would make jaws drop back in your world. He said it was so you'd never forget him. And oddly enough, Jamil never once protested. He simply helped. Quietly. Carefully. Like he, too, wanted to give you something that could never be repaid.

The hour before your departure arrived too quickly, yet dragged with unbearable weight.

Within the quiet hush of the Mirror Chamber, everything was illuminated by an eerie softness—like the world itself knew this was a moment it should handle delicately. The usual chatter had fallen to a hush. The air was heavy with unsaid things.

Trey approaches first, carrying bags loaded with care. You could tell he'd packed them himself. Neatly arranged inside were tarts—your favorites—alongside sweets he'd made over the years. Some were crumbling a little from being hastily prepared. Others were packed carefully in tins or paper to preserve their shape. Between them, he'd slipped in small, handwritten notes. Jokes. Memories. Reminders. Pieces of a life he can't follow.

"For the road," he said, voice rough and cracked, like he hadn't spoken all morning. Not quite the easygoing Trey you remembered. As Yuuken reached in to quietly take one of the signature sweets, there was a shared understanding—this was the last taste of Heartslabyul you would have. The last sweetness made for you.

The Mirror Chamber had filled with those closest to you, all huddled in a makeshift half-circle, as though any moment now they'd try to block the mirror with their bodies. A final attempt to keep you here.

Confessions clung to the walls like mold. Unspoken apologies floated like dust in the morning light. It felt like being at the edge of something vast—something you couldn't see beyond, but could feel.

Vil approached you next. Always composed, always immaculate, his heels clicked quietly against the floorboards as he came to fix your collar. His fingers moved with precision, but his touch lingered just a second longer than it needed to.

"You've always made an impression," he said, eyes narrowing though the edges of his expression faltered, "Now make an even better one when you go back. Hold your head high. Don't cry in front of that portal." His voice lowered, the gentleness slipping out against his will. "You deserve to leave with dignity. After everything, you deserve it."

You stood surrounded by uncharacteristic warmth, by familiarity, by those you'd once hated, distrusted, or even feared—only to later realize their cruelty wasn't personal. They'd simply been broken in their own ways, the reality around all of you unknowingly manipulated by something beyond comprehension. And still, you had come to matter to them.

The mirror at the center of the room pulsed gently, casting an otherworldly green glow that flickered across their faces—across your face. The kind of glow that seemed to hum with power, with promise.

Beyond that glass: a world you had once called home. You could almost hear it—distant sounds, the hush of a subway station, the hum of the bus, rain against a window, a fan left on all year. You could smell it, too—concrete warmed by the sun, your favorite food spot down the street, old paper and familiar detergent.

It called to you like a siren, and inside, something shifted.

The Blot was silent now. Dormant. Patient. Maybe it hoped to return with you. Maybe it simply waited to see what you'd choose.

Because that's what this moment truly was: a choice.

You, standing between two lives. Two worlds. Two versions of yourself. Whole, but scattered. Loved, but always longing.

The mirror ripples.

And somewhere behind you, someone whispered—maybe it was Azul, perhaps Jamil—"Are you really going to leave?"

With Lilia's assistance, Grim carefully raised the old ghost camera to capture you all in a final, treasured moment. For once, the lens faces the Ramshackle Prefects and not their subjects; A final keepsake for those you're leaving behind.

You swallow down a lump in your throat as you watch the Yuus all leave one-by-one, your feet now rooted to the ground.

Your decision, chosen long ago, came into play now.

Break the contract.

Remain with the Blot.

Reach for him.

Go home.

Thank you all so much for following me on this journey through my second posted story since I was a kid.

I hope I wrote this well and many doubts still linger about it. Some parts I'm proud of, others I'm a little hesitant to admire.

Reading your comments and asks always made my day better and writing this gave me something to do. I apologize if the endings seemed shitty. The fanfic writer curse really got me while I was trying to write the endings and they're written pretty far apart from everything.

I hope I can keep improving on on writing, maybe I'll post another long fic like this but I'll likely do requests for smaller things if anyone would like.

All these endings took me a whole month. This part began on April 17th and it's now May 17th. I hope the long wait has been worth this for you all.

Again, thank you.

I've been thinking about writing my own original story if anybody would be interested. Though everything is rough in drafts.

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[moeblob]

Man the last few days have been stressful, have more OCs??

[holeforzenin]

Every morning Kento would wake up half an hour before you did, clad in nothing but his white sweatpants hanging low by his hips and cozy socks before he brushes his teeth and quietly makes his way downstairs to the kitchen so he can prepare a delicious breakfast for when you wake up.

The fresh aroma of brewing coffee fills the kitchen as the sun begins to rise, he makes sure to sprinkle the right amount of cinnamon on your French toast, knowing how much you love it because it gaved it more flavor. A heartwarming smile spreads across his chiseled face when he hears your soft footsteps slowly padding down the hallway, making your way to the kitchen.

You walk into the kitchen and sat down on the island stool. Still rubbing sleep away from your tired eyes before he turns around to sets down two steaming mugs of coffee in front of you. “Mornin’ darling, How was your sleep?” he greets you in a saccharine tone and places a soft, affectionate kiss on your forehead. A familiar warmth spreads through his chest at the sight of you. Your hair is all tousled and messy with your pretty eyes still laced with sleep. He always thought you look so cute when you woke up, After all these years of being married, his mind still can't process how someone could look so beautiful as soon as they woke up. It was crazy to him.

"Good morninggg, Kento" You grumbled with a smile as the yummy smell of coffee filled your nostrils, effectively chasing away the remnants of sleep. "And my sleep was goood, how was yours baby?" you asked in a sing-song tone as he delicately placed a plate of your French toast in front of you. Kento was the best at making French toast, you always dreaded the days when he'd have to leave and go on business trips because no matter what, you just could get yours to taste like his— he’s a classic chef.

"Yeah? Well I'm happy to hear that sweetheart. I was a bit worried that I tired you out too much after last night" he replied with an impish smirk, purposely alluding to last night's antics to tease you.

Oh that sly fucking man.

A faint blush appears on your cheeks at the reminder of the very lewd and steamy night you and Kento had.

You tried to hide your embarrassment by taking a big bite of the perfectly cooked French toast, the sweet and cinnamon-y flavor tickled your taste buds as you hummed in approval of the taste. "It's 6:30 in the morning Kento" you playfully responded to his awfully obvious jest in the early hour, your voice slightly muffled as you chewed. Kento chuckled, leaning back against the kitchen counter, holding his mug of coffee and taking tiny sips as he watched you, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

"Can you blame me though? You're too adorable when you get all flustered", he said amusingly, You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto your lips. He always had a way of making you feel both shy and aroused at the same time even if it was early in the fucking morning.

Twt art :3

[iceunhie]

— PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.

premise. as someone who's always believed in the term “try and try again,” (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)

...or, when you play hard to get with them.

— ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.

warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.

a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity 😇 n MY FAVES RAHHH

NEXT : BACK TO MASTERLIST || ASKBOX

SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.

foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.

no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.

nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)

in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.

so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest gift—a jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) “i'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.”

the utter silence that follows is torture to him—but he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.

“i understand, mr. sunday.” the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper ‘sunday!’ makes his face twitch. “but please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.”

(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)

when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at ease—but it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.

instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.

it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.

and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).

“absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she says. “but in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?”

sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).

the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.

surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.

it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.

so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.

“wait, don't go to that gambler just yet.” he's breathless, he's chaotic—and something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. “i... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.” (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).

you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing after—you see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.

“please.” he says. almost begs. “i can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.”

and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)

(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?

....no, most certainly not.)

if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful “friend” rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.

the first thing he notices is that you're kind—though he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a “did you get home safe” or a “i bought you this because it reminded me of you”; at this point, it was like you two were dating.

was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all day—because that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).

(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friend—never a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)

and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caring—so unlike him—that aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.

if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you would—you were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his arms—and that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?

so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.

and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coiling—making him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he just—suddenly interrupt?!

(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)

he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine made—he never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.

so, he does something very unexpected.

at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.

“perhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC member—who is clearly head over heels in love with them—giving them mixed signals.” ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.

you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.

yes, he supposes he is the fool here. “ah.”

“yes, ‘ah,’ indeed. now, let me propose a question.” the purple-haired man says. “will you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?”

“...what?”

“they will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.” ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. “i can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.”

...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.

(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.

“did it work?” he asks.

you laugh, “splendidly.”

indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.

“that will teach him.”)

as a quote unquote ‘old man’ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.

it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standards—if your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his way—and he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.

in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.

(“heh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.”

and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, “i'm glad, general.” it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.

that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.

“did something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?”

“i just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.”)

now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the ‘hard to get’ part comes in.

it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interest—you never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).

he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.

(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.

your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.

of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.

when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)

it's a little disheartening—and while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.

it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.

he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.

....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.

when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.

so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?

a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ CALEB'S FAVORITE TOYS !

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: the top 3 toys i think caleb would use on himself / reader! (based on this ask)

a/n :: tysm for the wonderful individual for putting this idea in my headdd!!! mwamwa

1. FLESHLIGHT :: just like anon said, he is most DEFINITELY using a fleshlight and pretending it's us instead. he typically doesn't like to masturbate without you so usually he'll only do it if you ask him to during mutual masturbation, but some nights, he's just so desperate for something - anything - to touch his disgustingly needy dick that he can't help it. don't fret, though, cause he will always ask you if he can touch himself if you're not there. sending you voice notes of himself begging, videos of his cock twitching into his hand, pics of tears rolling down his face... he'll put a whole show on for you just to get your approval to do so little as go near the toy. and while he really does feel bad for doing something so naughty without you in his presence, once that fleshlight is in his hands... hes not stopping. his eyes are shut tight, head pushed deep into the pillows, back arched, hips stuttering, knuckles turning white from the force of his grip on the sheets.. it just feels so damn good! unapologetic whimpers and moans come in between his cries of your name, his last bit of strength practically disintegrated. when he's about to cum, he'll either spam your phone with tons of facetime calls or messily set up is phone to record, feeling obligated to show you how good he makes himself feel thinking about you.

2. COCKRINGS :: okay, hear me out. he absolutely despises cockrings with a passion.. but only because you bring it out when he needs to be punished. he actually quite likes the concerning amount of pleasure that they bring him, he just hates that every time he uses one is when hes being edged or overstimulated. there are rare occasions that you allow him to use it during his personal time, but theres a very big emphasis on rare. you have only one ring for him that vibrates, while all the others are just there to stop him from cumming whenever he feels like he might. it's pathetic how desperate he gets when he's begging for you to take it off. big crocodile tears stream down his face as his stupid little cock twitches and thrashes against your hand, brain turned to mush. literally all he could think about is good it'd feel to cum, how sexy you are when you deny him... it's so bad to the point where quite literally nothing could stop him from cumming. he didnt even ask for fucks sake!! he doesn't realize how much more trouble he just got in for orgasming when he was explicitly told not to.. :(

3. VIBRATORS :: caleb is for sure a sucker for a good vibrator. he doesnt just use it on himself (..his tip) , no, hes not that selfish. he adores keeping it on your clit while he pounds into you in missionary, or even letting you sit in between his legs, your back to his chest, torturing your bud of nerves with that delicious sensation. he'd have you in a headlock, not allowing you to shy away from the toy if it becomes too much; his legs hooking around your calves to get your legs to stay open. he cannot have you be anything but spread open, that just isn't allowed!! on another note, he would without a doubt buy a bunch of those little tiny vibrators that fit perfectly onto your clit & into your panties that are controlled by an app on his phone. he loves taking you to a restaurant just to play with you, watching you fall apart in front of everyone knowing he'll be punished heavily for it. he doesn't care about the consequences.... in the moment. once you two are finally home it's then that he begins to really care. it was all fun and games until you have him tied up, sprawled out in a star position on the bed, fighting against the restraints as you abuse his most sensitive parts with your own vibrator. your panties would be shoved into his mouth, drool dripping from the corner of his lips down his face. he's literally on the verge of passing out because of how many times he's came, his eyes basically permanently crossed and eyebrows furrowed tight. you don't stop until the toy dies... and caleb does too.

[no-144444]

total wipe out- l.norris

summary: lando has a chance encounter that changes his life

pairing: lando norris x fem! single mom! reader

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Lando had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This time, his skiing holiday had turned into a disaster when he fucking ran over a child. Impressive, I know. The second he did it he slowed down and started to book it back to the kid who was probably sobbing crying (he’d hit it at full force). 

“Are you alright?!” he stressed, picking up the kid (who had been stuck in the snow). 

And the fucker was giggling. 

“That was fun!” he cheered, clapping his hands. “Do it again!” 

Did he have brain damage? Did he just give a child fucking brain damage? 

“Alex!” you shouted, stopping beside the two of them. “Are you alright?” you asked, taking him in your arms and checking him over. 

“I’m fine mommy! I had so much fun!”

You stared at your son, unimpressed. The mini heart attack you’d just had was all for nothing. “You’re a weird fucking kid,” you mumbled under your breath, making Lando laugh. You turned to him. “I am so sorry about him, I always tell him to stay by me, but he doesn’t listen-”

Lando chuckled, holding a hand up to stop you. “I am almost sure it was my fault, so I am very sorry. I hope he’s alright and I didn’t give him brain damage or something.”

You laughed. “Let’s hope not,” you smiled. “Sorry again.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry too.”

And with that, you and Alex skated off. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Max shouted, coming up beside him with Pietra hot on his tail. “YOU JUST WIPED OUT A KID!” 

Lando rolled his eyes. Max, ever the pessimist. 

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As he sat in his cabin, just finished winning a game of poker, he sighed, thinking of you and Alex. Obviously, Lando hadn’t seen anything other than your hair (which he thought was gorgeous), and your eyes when you’d lifted your sunglasses to look over Alex. You had hauntingly beautiful eyes, and he was slightly upset with himself that he hadn’t tried to chat with you longer. You were sweet, kind, funny, beautiful (he just knew you were gorgeous). He wanted to know more. 

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Hanging around the same slope as yesterday in hopes of seeing you there was probably not his best idea, but alas, his dumb plan worked. He saw the familiar dinosaur helmet on the 4 year olds head, and he smiled when he noticed Alex whizzing up to him. 

“Alex!” he cheered, watching him come down the mountain, a bright smile on his face. 

Alex walked over and wrapped his arms around Lando’s legs. “Did you see?” he questioned, looking up at him. 

Lando’s heart ached, he adored children. Alex was definitely not helping his raging baby fever. “I did bud! That was awesome.”

“Are you a professional skier?” he asked.

“No,” Lando smiled, kneeling down to meet his eyes. Your eyes, just smaller. “But I am a professional athlete.”

“What sport?!” he asked, his eyes going wide. “My favourite sport is Formula One, but I like all sports anyway.”

“Who’s your favourite driver?” Lando asked, suppressing a smirk as he took his balaclava down. 

“Lando Norris!” he cheered, jumping up and down. 

Lando finally took off his goggles and Alex’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit!” he almost shouted, making Lando laugh. 

“Alex!” you scolded, walking over to him. “What did we say about bad words?” 

“Momma look, he’s Lando Norris!” Alex cheered, pulling on your jacket. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, looking at him. “Hi, I’m Y/n, and this is Alex,” you introduced. “We meet again.”

He smiled. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Do you mind if Alex gets a picture with you? You’re his favourite driver,” you asked, trying to sound less awkward than it felt. 

“Of course, I’d love to,” Lando smiled, more than happy to get in a photo with him. Alex stood up beside him, hugging him, as Lando smiled wide and bright. You quickly snapped a picture and thanked him. 

“Momma, can we go again?” Alex asked, pointing at the top of the mountain. 

“We should probably head in for dinner darling,” you said. Alex frowned. “You’re hungry, I know you’re hungry.”

Alex huffed. “I want to go again though.”

“We’ll go again tomorrow,” you smiled, patting his back. 

“Alright,” he smiled. “Bye bye Lando!” 

“Thanks again,” you smiled at him. 

“I’m heading in too now,” he said. “Mind if I join you guys?”

You stared at him for a second. “Um, yeah, sure,” you smiled. “Of course.”

Alex beamed and held Lando’s hand as you all walked back to the resort. 

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Dinner was just listening to Alex ask Lando questions about his life, about the cars, about everything. It was cute, and Lando was so willing to listen to every question, and adequately answer them. As dinner went on, you noticed the way he kept looking over at you, soft, sweet, staring that didn’t make you uncomfortable. And when he was the one carrying Alex back up to your hotel room, and wishing him sweet dreams, he didn’t mind it. 

“Thanks for everything today, you’ve definitely made his year,” you chuckled. 

“It was nice to meet you guys. Alex is a lovely kid,” he nodded, but there was still something unsaid. He wanted to ask for your number, but didn’t want to overstep, and he could feel the tension between you two. “I’m just going to say this, and you can totally say no and I’ll back off but could I get your number?”

You stared at him. “Is that a joke?” you asked, unsure. 

“Oh shit, are you married? Fuck I didn’t know-”

“No, no! I’m not. It’s just… you’re… y’know, and I’m not. I’m a single mom and you’re a racecar driver.”

He shrugged. “And? I really like you, and Alex.”

“Be realistic Lando, what would people say?” 

“That I’ve got a very hot and sweet girlfriend and a cute stepson?” he smirked and you playfully pushed him. 

“You can have my number, but I’m not promising any of that,” you chuckled, grabbing your phone.

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Australian GP. First race of the season. 

And you were sitting in Lando’s hotel room before he had to go to the track. How your life had changed in the past few months. You were officially dating an F1 driver, you’d been to Monaco a lot, Lanod had visited London a lot, and you were happy. Alex adored Lando, they literally went on day trips together without you (Lando says it’s so you can have time with your friends, but you know it’s just because he wants to hang out with him). 

“You ready to go, bud?” Lando knocked on the door of the hotel bathroom, trying to get Alex out of there. 

“Almost, just need to wash my hands!” he answered. 

“You ready?” he asked, turning to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He was excited. Extremely so, to have you in his garage and to show you off to the world. 4 months of dating hardly seemed enough, but he had convinced you anyway. 

You nodded and took a deep breath, slightly terrified for this weekend. 

“You’ll do great,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. “Everything will be alright.”

You nodded and smiled, taking his hand instead as Alex came out of the bathroom. “All finished mom,” he smiled and took your hand. 

Lando stopped you two and smiled. “Pre-race weekend selfie?” he smiled bashfully. You smiled back at him and lifted up Alex, all three of you posing for the photo. “Perfect,” he smiled, looking at the photo, then kissing your cheek. 

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Hello! I adore your writing. Can I request a fic with female arcane characters when they have a touch starved gf? (Definitely asking for a friend ahah 😅)

RAHHH. ARCANE LADIES LETS GOOO. tbh, im not that in tune with Mel and Sevika as characters so they may be OOC. Thanks for requesting!

Arcane Ladies w/A Touch-Starved Reader | Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, and Sevika with a touch-starved lover and/or discovering said trait.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended (Kinda?), Suggestive Themes (Mel/Sevika), Not Proofread, Short

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX ᝰ๋࣭𝜗᭡

- In a romantic setting (or really any setting), Jinx is touch-starved herself.

- when taking hostages or messing with those in her way, she will often touch them such as stroking her nail along their jawline or grabbing their chin when they're hurt and on their last limb.

- now she does this not because she's a bit insane and wants to add salt to their wounds but because she's curious. "What would this feel like?" "What would happen if I do this?"

- Much like most things in her life, curiosity is the main thing that gets her into trouble

- in terms of touching, you're not exempt from her touching curiosity.

- she'll drag her nails along your spine. cup your cheek and chin, and squeeze you like the baby you are to her.

- it's not until you linger after a hug that she notices your touch-starved like her

– since that moment, she made a mental note to cuddle you, kiss you, or poke at you more

– even if you tell her to stop annoying you or that she should focus on her work and not mess with you, she'll continue to poke and hold you.

– why? well because you're smiling through your complaints and she can't get over that smile you try to hide when you let yourself melt in her touch

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VI ﾒ

– much like her sister, Vi is touch-starved herself.

– y'all saw how she acted with Caitlyn and when she reunited with Jinx. She was all OVER them. With you, she's the exact same

– With her, you're more reluctant with touch. You want to hug her, cuddle with her, cling onto her like the clingy thing you are but you're scared to.

– you didn't grow up in an environment where that was normalized so it was out of your comfort zone to go out and cling to someone.

– in the beginning of your relationship, Vi was touchy until she noticed you weren't super comfortable with it.

– when she noticed, she had a discussion with you. – "Hey, are you comfortable with me hugging you 'n stuff? I noticed you get kinda tense when I first hug you." She'll ask you on a random night in the living room. You were hesitant at first, wanting to immediately ease her insecurities and tell her everything was fine.

– But if you lied, even if the lie was more a half-truth, your initial reaction to her touch would be the same. Tense at first then ease seconds into the touch.

– So, because you couldn't do anything but bite the bud, you told her

– Since telling, Vi said she'll help you work on getting more comfortable with touch.

– She'll even tease you when she notices you're more hesitant than normal.

– "Oh, come on," she'll tease you with her arms squeezing around your torso and your cheeks smushing to another. "You know you love it! Ease up, Mufifn."

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CAITLYN ᯓ

- With Caitlyn, you literally CANNOT get off of her. Can't blame you though.

- 6' foot something to cling onto? YUM.

- Caitlyn didn't mind your touchiness. She assumed you were that way so she didn't think anything of it.

- It wasn't until she met your family that she saw that your touchy side is something you keep hidden from your family, if not the world.

- You were so stiff around them, uncomfortable dare she say. You kept to yourself, restricted that pretty smile of yours, and you wouldn't let yourself ease into her touch.

- At home, she brought this up to you and you told her that being affectionate wasn't something your family did. To them, holding each other, hugging, expressing hellos and goodbyes with kisses was weird. Unfortunately for you, you're a naturally touchy person so you had to keep that part of you concealed.

- Caitlyn didn't like the thought of you hiding yourself from your blood kin. You didn't deserve that treatment so at home, after the event, Caitlyn went out of her way to be more touchy with you.

- she cradled your head when cuddling on the couch, gave you kisses on the cheek, and when she complimented you on something or congratulated you, she kissed the top of your head while giving you a polite squeeze.

– being super-duper-mushy-gushy-affectionate wasn't something she wasn't used to but she'll do anything for you. Plus, a couple extra kisses and squeezes haven't killed her yet.

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MEL౨ৎ

- You didn't care about touch all that much before your relationship with Mel. At the start of your relationship, you and Mel were younger so you had fewer responsibilities. All your free time, literally all of it, you guys spent with each other

- walking arm-in-arm while shopping, resting on each other on hot Summer days with your feet in a body of water, and mindlessly playing with each other's clothes or hair during late-night talks.

- but as she got busier, you saw her less, and seeing her less meant fewer touches.

- Mel wouldn't call herself touch-starved but starved for your touch.

– She'll miss your lingering touches on her fingers while you lay in bed, your lips on her back as you held each other, and your face in the crook of her neck.

– In a way, you both were touch-starved for each other. Maybe even a different word but this is a PG-13 space LMAO.

– at night, you would wrap your limbs around her tight and in the morning, you'd cling even tighter. What do you mean it's time for her to go already? She just got in bed!! (it's been 7 hours.)

– with Mel, your touch-starving-ness doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, whenever there's a time she notices you're more touchy than normal, she'll make it up to you

– And you never once complained about her way of making it up to you.

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SEVIKA ⚠︎

- oh lord, where do i start with this one, hm?

– One, Sevika loves the crap out of your touch-starved-ness. She won't admit this out loud but she thinks its the cutest thing in the world.

- She'll see you go in for a hug or maybe a wrap around her arm but then decide against it because of your own insecurities.

- Sometimes she'll take matters into her own hands and wrap her arm around you, pull you into her lap, or sneak a kiss on your cheek but other times she likes to make you suffer.

– "Mm, what was that?" she'll tease with a smirk on her lips. "Oh, did you want to hug me? Kiss me? Cling onto me or something?"

- Tbh, if you're with Sevika, you gotta be a little bit of a brat, right? right. So, you'll refuse the allegations she put on your name.

- That is until she pushes and pushes and boom. Like a perfectly boiled egg, your shell has been cracked and peeled, and the softness of your personality has been brought to light.

– with embarrassment plastered along your body and face, you'll do what you were too shy to before. (Cling, hug, kiss, etc).

- Sevika plays a big game but she loves it when you cling to her because just like you, she's a bit touch-starved too. The only touches she gets on a day-to-day basis are punches, kicks, etc.

- When you swallow your pride at home, you'll pull her down to your chest and hold her tight. She'll ask what's up but you'll just ignore her and she'll melt into your body like you intended.

WC: 1,229

[atzloverr]

On this snowy morning

Boyfriends!Yunhwa x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriends Yunho and Seonghwa love showing you just how much they adore you on these tender december mornings, the only thing that matters being the three of you under the warm, soft sheets.

Pairings: Seonghwa x reader, Yunho x reader, Seonghwa x Yunho

This fic includes: established relationships, somnophilia, cunnilingus, female reader, threesome, polygamy, nipple play, soft doms!Yunhwa, sub!reader, slight switchy!Yunho, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob

MDNI under cut

Oh, how beautiful you looked, lying there, so graceful even while in deep slumber. The winter snow outside caused a light that made your skin glow beautifully. Your chest slowly rose and fell, your bare skin warm under the soft duvet.

Seonghwa let his hands roam your neck, tracing over the purple marks from a couple of nights before. He looked over to Yunho, who lay next to you, arm draped over your stomach, still snoring quietly. Seonghwa smirked slightly, an idea popping into his mind.

Seonghwa’s hand found Yunho’s shoulder, rubbing slow circles into them. He knew Yunho awoke easily, so he didn’t have to wait for long until said man’s eyes fluttered open to meet his.

Before Yunho could utter a word, or even let out a groan, Seonghwa hushed him quietly, putting a finger to his lips.

Truly, they both knew you were a deep sleeper, but Seonghwa didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity he saw in front of him.

Yunho gave a confused face, but soon caught on when Seonghwa’s soft lips met your neck in slow, careful kisses. He watched as Seonghwa traced his mouth to your collarbone, smirking as his kisses almost turned into sucks.

Yunho understood what the older wanted of him, and started slowly kissing your breasts, tongue teasing your nipple, which turned erect when he pulled the warm duvet to the side.

You let out a small moan in your sleep when Yunho’s mouth surrounded the hard bud, squirming ever so slightly at the pleasure as goosebumps coated your skin.

Seonghwa’s mouth had moved even further down. It was getting hard for him to contain his excitement. All he wanted in this moment was to hungrily eat you out until you came undone.

But no. No, he had to stay calm, he had to keep himself contained for you. While Yunho kept working his mouth on your tits and neck, Seonghwa finally positioned himself between your thighs. Right where he wanted to be.

He slowly lifted your legs to position them over his shoulders, before his mouth kissed your thighs.

“Yunho, she’s getting cold,” Seonghwa whispered. Without another word being spoken, Yunho pulled the duvet over you once again.

Your body couldn’t help but react when Seonghwa’s long tongue finally found your cunt, slowly licking up and down. “She’s wet for us,” Seonghwa whispered, just so Yunho could hear it. Yunho let out a small chuckle at Seonghwa’s words, his tongue teasingly circling your nipple.

Yunho could feel his cock twitch when your eyebrows furrowed as you moaned in pleasure, Seonghwa’s tongue circling your clit.

As his tongue’s movements quickened, your moans got louder and louder. “Darling, you’re going to—“

“Wake her? I know,” Seonghwa said lowly. Yunho lust laughed at his boyfriend, before sucking on your nipple more harshly, no longer following Seonghwa’s unsaid advice on being gentle.

Seonghwa pushing a finger inside of your cunt seemed to be the one thing pulling you out from your dreams. When you finally stirred awake, Yunho was quick to sense your confusion, not only by your facial expression, but also by the quick whimpers leaving your slightly opened mouth.

“Shh shhh baby, relax,” Yunho whispered. Oh how you loved his morning voice. His mouth soon met yours in a slow and affectionate kiss. You moaned lowly into his mouth when Seonghwa’s long finger slowly curled inside of you.

You lifted the duvet only to meet Seonghwa’s hungry eyes. You could see the smile on his face, even as he eagerly let his tongue work wonders.

Yunho uncovered your body, the duvet being thrown to the floor. “Just lay back,” he said, helping you lay back down on your back. “Let us take care of you.”

In the state you were in, still hazy from having just woken up, you just nodded, whining at the sensation of Yunho’s lips returning to one of your sensitive nipples.

At this point, Seonghwa’s fingers were deep inside of you, his tongue massaging your clit.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as your boyfriends continued pleasuring you. Yunho almost growled when your fingers gripped his hair in desperation at the overwhelming sensations.

“That’s it baby,” Yunho almost moaned. “Let go for us.”

And with those words, you finally came, your free hand gripping the bedsheets as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Your moans got drowned out by Yunho kissing you again, his tongue entering your mouth. He only kissed you like this when he was really desperate, which he probably was, judging by his hard length pressing against your leg.

You breathed heavily when Yunho’s mouth left yours, Seonghwa’s fingers still slowly pumping inside of you. His tongue lapped up your juices, making you sensitive from the slight overstimulation.

Yunho whined suddenly, his long fingers finding Seonghwa’s dark locks, pulling slightly. “My turn,” he said. Seonghwa laughed into your skin, before abducting his skillful mouth from you.

Before you knew it, the two had switched places, Seonghwa’s dark eyes meeting your half-opened ones.

“Hi baby,” he purred, fingers running through your scalp. “Hey,” you answered, voice still raspy from having just woken up. Seonghwa smirked slightly before you let out a loud moan when Yunho got to work between your legs.

Seonghwa just giggled when your legs started shaking from the feeling of another tongue on your still sensitive heat. “Yunho—“ you breathed out, but he didn’t waste any time to answer you in any way. He kept hungrily licking you, not being nearly as precise as Seonghwa had been, but equally as pleasurable.

“Hey, look at me,” Seonghwa said, your gaze finding his. He smiled at your expression, your eyes dripping with lust. “Like being woken up like this, hm?” he asked rhetorically. “Like having your boyfriend’s mouths on you first thing in the morning?”

You sighed in pleasure as Yunho’s tongue focused on your sensitive clit. His strong arms pushed your legs back, making you feel even more exposed in the open air. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Seonghwa whispered. “So aroused by us, even in your sleep~”

You could feel a second orgasm building inside of you, your eyes closing as you basked in the pleasure of Yunho’s hot tongue. “Baby,” Seonghwa sang warningly, making you look at him immediately. “Yes, keep your eyes on me.”

You felt more and more exposed for every second that passed, no longer having any covers over your naked form, your legs folded against your body as you were forced to keep eye contact with Seonghwa.

“That’s it. Give us one more,” Seonghwa said before his lips met your neck, sucking on it, making you moan even louder, as you were pulled to the edge for a second time.

But right when you felt the pleasure of an orgasm approaching, Yunho suddenly pulled away from your cunt, letting your legs fall to the bed.

“No, please Yunho—“

“Shh,” Seonghwa whispered into your ear, you saw the smirk on Yunho’s lips, and it didn’t help with your frustration. You tried to buck your hips upward in a desperate attempt to get some friction, still chasing that orgasm, but Yunho held your legs down with determination. “Looks like our puppy’s a little bit naughty today, Y/n” Seonghwa hummed, looking at Yunho.

You huffed, but your eyes widened again when you felt Yunho’s soft tip rub against your wetness, making you shudder every time it met your clit.

“C-can I?” Yunho asked, and you eagerly nodded, but soon realized the question wasn’t only meant for you. Seonghwa stayed quiet for a moment before chuckling to himself. “Make her come,” he finally said, and at that, Yunho eagerly positioned himself at your entrance.

His breathing was quick, and you hadn’t seen him this turned on for a long time. “Ready baby?” he asked. You laughed at his cute expression. “Yes, slowly,” you answered.

He lifted your hips to easily enter you, and it was clear to you that he worked really hard to do it slowly. You knew all he wanted was to ravage into you right away, but he could never do so without getting the go-ahead.

“This okay?” Yunho asked when he was almost fully inside of you. You nodded, feeling his large cock fill you up almost completely already. Seonghwa’s soothing touches on your shoulders and neck definitely helped you relax.

“Think you can take another cock too, baby?” Seonghwa asked into your ear. You eagerly nodded as Yunho pushed the last inch of himself into you. You felt so full right now, but couldn’t bask in the feeling for long, until Seonghwa positioned his hard cock by your mouth.

“Can I move?” Yunho moaned. He had already subconsciously started rocking his hips slightly, but you nodded eagerly, desperate for the orgasm that had been taken away from you.

You opened your mouth, looking up at Seonghwa with pleading eyes, and when he finally entered your mouth, you let your tongue work on his tip, circling it as you bobbed your head back and forth.

Your ears were pleasantly filled with the sounds of your boyfriend’s beautiful moans, as their rhythms picked up for every second that passes.

“Good girl, there you go,” Seonghwa moaned. You could tell the two were close to coming not long after you had started, and when Yunho’s fingers met your clit as he fucked into you, you could feel another orgasm building for you too.

Yunho couldn’t contain himself when you tightened around him, so he soon burst inside of you, letting his warm cum fill you up. Right when you felt him finish, you did the same, finally getting that orgasm you had been craving.

Seonghwa kept fucking into your mouth, his deep moans quickening as you moaned around his cock. “That’s it baby,” he praised, before finally exploding into your mouth. You eagerly swallowed every drop of his juices, seeing the blissful look in his eyes as you let the liquids run down your throat.

You let your tongue lick up the length of Seonghwa’s cock as he pulled out of your mouth. “Such a good girl,” Seonghwa breathed heavily in sync with both you and Yunho.

Basking in the afterglow, you failed to notice how Seonghwa and Yunho quickly moved around to change their position, and before you knew it, Seonghwa was between your limp legs once again.

“Hwa, I—“ you started, but was interrupted by a high-pitched moan when his tongue entered your hole, slurping up Yunho’s cum, not letting a drop go to waste.

Yunho lifted you to position you in front of him, his arms holding you close to his chest. “Sensitive baby?” he teased into your ear, sensing shivers down your spine. Seonghwa slowly cleaned you up while Yunho kept whispering sweet nothings into your ears, occasionally giving your neck a little bite or suck.

You met Seonghwa’s eyes when he pulled away from you, finally letting you relax completely.

“You like having your boyfriends fuck you first thing in the morning?” Seonghwa hummed, making you hide your face in embarrassment. “Oh no baby, don’t be shy~” Yunho purred from behind you. “We love it too.”

Seonghwa seemed to be able to sense the feeling of the chilly morning air against your skin, as he threw the duvet over your form again. “Thank you,” you hummed as Yunho and Seonghwa lay down on either side of you.

“You took us so well baby,” Yunho smiled into your neck, still nuzzling into your warmth. Seonghwa had gotten a few wipes from the bedside table, using them to wipe you carefully.

“Aw, still a little wet baby?” Seonghwa cooed, wiping your thighs. You whined in shame as you met Seonghwa’s teasing gaze. “Don’t worry,” he set the wipes on the bedside table again. “We have all day to make you feel good.”

Giving you one last kiss on your slightly swollen lips, Seonghwa lay down beside you, letting his hand rest on your hip. You were too tired to fight his teasing remarks, and you definitely weren’t going to argue about the “we have all day”-deal.

You let yourself fall into a deep slimber once again when Yunho ran his long fingers through your slightly messy hair, the warmth building back up under the soft sheets.

”Love you,” you let out quietly, almost inaudibly. “We love you too baby,” Yunho answered, before the three of you fell asleep once again, knowing the only thing on the agenda today being time spent with each other.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!! It’s been a while since i posted, and for that I apologize :( I AM HOWEVER almost done with the next chapter of selfish desire!!! Asks are always open for requests or any other thing you guys have on your minds! Love you all!!!

[berristreasuredlibrary]

Big beefy men...sighhhh

MDNI: smut ahead (18+), not proofread, I wanted to write something and this was the best I could do :(

Big beefy men who take up the entirety of doorframes, who have to lower their heads to walk into your home. Big beefy men whose muscles strain against their clothes, their biceps stretching the material of their sleeves, their thighs being shown off in their pants.

Big muscles just begging to be set free, thick, and defined by years of use. So big that both your hands just barely enclose around their forearm, much less their bicep. Big beefy men who let you hand from said biceps whenever they flex, strong enough to lift you off the ground with ease, hardly breaking a sweat as they grin down at you, proud of how easily they can carry you around. How simple it is to maneuver you this way and that.

They love showing off for you, picking up heavy things, taking the groceries inside for you - big hands able to carry multiple bags at once - grabbing things up on high shelves for you, and so much more. He loves hearing you coo at him, telling him how big and strong he is, adoration dancing across your pretty eyes, his own shining with pride and his cheeks tinged a light pink.

Big beefy men who adore holding you, molding your softer body to his harder one, a strong arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you pressed close to him. His free hand tangled in your hair, fingers combing through the strands slowly, nails scratching your scalp lightly as he watches your eyes flutter, fighting off your sleepiness.

Big beefy men who adore being held by you just as much, if not more. Their faces pressed into your chest, one of your legs hooked over him, keeping him close as your fingers toy with his hair or trace shapes upon his broad back. His arms are wrapped around your waist, face buried into your chest, occasionally trailing ticklish kisses from one side to the other.

They adore being wrapped in your embrace, the size difference making their minds hazy with want, feeling how much smaller you were compared to them. It made their brain go fuzzy, scenarios flashing through their mind, images of you being pinned beneath them, struggling and squirming when the angry tip of his cock nudges through your soaked folds, rutting against your clit like a wild animal in heat.

It was only logical that he fulfill his fantasies, he knows you wouldn't deny him, especially if he spoke so softly towards you. If he tugged on your shirt and pouted up at you, batting his lashes and rubbing his nose against your chest and throat, like a puppy begging for attention. He mouths at your pulse point, licking and sucking different-sized marks across your skin, his hands pushing up your shirt to expose more of your softness to him.

When your fingers tangle in his hair, he merely groans as he latches onto a nipple, licking and sucking harshly while his fingers toy with the other, pinching and rolling it as his free hand travels south. When his hand reaches your panties, he tugs them down your legs, bunching the fabric in his hands before he pushes the ruined garment into your mouth, listening to you whine and feeling you squirm against him.

His mouth leaves your nipple briefly, pressing a kiss to the bud before he latches onto the other, giving it the same treatment as its twin, his hands pushing apart your legs, holding them down against the bed as he shifts onto his knees. Sitting upright, he stares down at you, eyes full of the same adoration you have for him, his gaze flickering between your marked neck, your pretty nipples, and your drooling pussy.

He can't help himself, not when you look absolutely ravishing spread out for him like this. So, he dips down, pushing his hips into the mattress for relief, and pushes his tongue between your folds, dragging his tongue from your fluttering hole to your throbbing clit. Licking up your slick, he groans into your pussy, muttering something about how sweet you are before he's burying his face into your cunt, arms locking around your thighs to pull you flush against his mouth.

He's messy, uncaring about how your slick and his drool drips down his chin, the only thought bouncing around his head is you - how good your skin feels against his hands, how fucking delicious you taste, how pretty your muffled moans sound. His cock throbs, it aches when he glances up at you, eyes locking on your expression, watching your eyes flutter and your chest heave. When your fingers tug on his hair, he struggles to swallow down a moan, his fingers digging into your plush thighs, his tongue dipping into your hole, slurping up whatever your pussy drools for him.

When your orgasm crashes over you, your body thrashes against the mattress, your hips pushing back into the plush bed, hands shoving at his head and shoulder, desperate to get away from him; or at least make him ease up from his licking and sucking. Your attempts are futile, however, with the way his arms lock around your thighs, uncaring about his lack of oxygen - even forcing your thighs to close around his head with his big arms, he continues to slurp messily, making out with your gushing pussy until he's finished.

When he does finally pull away, his hands are grabbing your hips to flip you over, forcing your back to arch as he pulls your drenched panties from your mouth. His hands fumble to push his sweats down, hissing through gritted teeth as his cock springs free, swollen and leaking pre from an angry tip. His hands grab the fat of your ass, kneading the plush skin with his big palms, hips canting forward to rub against your pussy, feeling you twitch and whine, still reeling from your powerful orgasm.

When he deems himself slick enough, he grabs the base of his dick with one hand, nudging your entrance with a grunt, his other hand on your hip, keeping you in place as he begins pushing into your sensitive pussy. Listening to you whine and feeling you trying to squirm away from him, he huffs, grabbing you by the crooks of your elbows and pulling you up slightly, fingers digging into your skin as he continues pushing his angry dick into you.

Your whines only grow louder, breathless moans leaving your bitten lips by the deliciously painful stretch, your pussy spasming around his thick cock. His groans and pathetic little moans leave your mind hazy, paired with the familiar burn of being stretched out by your lover, you can hardly think straight. When your hips rock back impatiently, his mind reels, and his hips snap forward, forcing the rest of his dick into your clenching pussy, a shiver running down his spine at the beautiful mewl that leaves your lips.

His hands pull you back to meet each ruthless snap of his strong hips, his nails leaving indents in your skin as your hands clench, your back arching as your head falls forward, your mind a foggy haze of building pleasure. The loud squelching sounds of your pussy rival the loud moans leaving the both of you, the creak of your poor bed, and the headboard hitting the wall with each brutal thrust.

Sweat rolls down his temple as he mouths at your neck and shoulder, biting down when your pussy clamps around him, stifling a ragged moan as his thrusts become increasingly rough. He lets go of your arms, letting you fall forward onto the mattress, big hands grabbing your waist and pushing down, forcing your arch even deeper as his balls smack against your sensitive clit, his knees pushing your thighs apart.

It's animalistic, the way he thrusts into you, like an animal in heat, chasing release with a bruising hold on you. Your poor body jolts against the bed, pitiful moans and whines leaving you as your hands fist the sheets beneath you, the pressure in your lower tummy becoming too much for you to handle. Your babbles only serve to drive him madder, his hips shifting to hit that spot inside your gummy walls, groaning when he feels you tightening around his cock.

He grits his teeth, staring down at your body when he pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in powerful waves, pussy gushing onto the sheets, your face buried into the pillows, muffling your sobs as your entire body shakes and jolts, thrashing beneath your lover who refuses to let up; absolutely enamored by the sight of you falling apart on his cock.

It doesn't take much longer for his cock to twitch, the familiar sign of his impending release. Pathetic mewls leave your lips, eyes glossy and unfocused as he grits his teeth, leaning over to press onto you, his hands on either side of your head, fisting the sheets as his body keeps you pressed down on the mattress, his hips just rutting into you now.

His head falls forward into the crook of your neck, desperate kisses are pressed to your sweaty skin, his body going rigid as spurts of cum shoot into your poor pussy, his hips simply grinding into your ass now, drawn-out moans muffled into your neck, his knuckles going white with the grip he has on the sheets, veins visible along his forearms and hands as his hips finally still, the last spurts of cum painting your gummy walls.

Panting fills the room, both yours and his, your legs trembling and your body twitching through the aftershocks of such violent orgasms. Tender kisses are pressed to your sweaty temple and messy hair, his hands smoothing over your waist and hips, murmuring about how good you were to him as he slowly withdrawals from your addicting pussy. His eyes are immediately drawn to your cunt, his mouth falling open to let out a sinful groan as he watches his cum slowly spill from your spent pussy.

The sight alone has his dick stirring to life once more, greedy hands turning you over, shoving a pillow under your hips to aide you, despite your weak protests, his hands already grabbing your legs to put over his broad shoulders, apologies leaving his lips as he glides his angry tip through your folds once more.

Big beefy men who are insatiable animals when it comes to you.

KNY: Kyojuro, Sanemi...

JJK: Gojo, Geto...

AOT: Jean, Armin...

MHA: Keigo...

COD: Konig, Soap (Johnny)

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[msmk11]

Best Friend’s Mom

MILF!Wanda Maximoff x college age!fem!reader (Billy and Tommy’s best friend)

Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Word count: 5k

CW: Age gap (legal), best friends’ mom, MILF!Wanda, fluff, consumption of alcohol, mention of absent parent, light smut

Summary: You get invited to spend spring break with your best friends Tommy and Billy Maximoff and their mother, Wanda. But Wanda is not just any mom you soon discover. She’s a MILF. And god do you want her badly. Only in your wildest dreams could she ever be attracted to you too- or so you think.

A/n: It’s finally here per your votes on my poll! This is only part one of (probably) two however. A) I’ve never written for Wanda before so I’m having a harder time saying what I need to succinctly. B) I have the fattest crush on Wanda so perhaps this is just my rambles. I hope you enjoy!!

When your twin best friends Billy and Tommy had invited you on their beach family vacation over spring break, you had obviously said yes. The thoughts of sand between your toes, the warm sun on your skin, and the calming crash of the waves sent a shiver of excitement down your spine every time you thought of it. Of course, you were also just excited to spend time with your best friends, but the beach was at the forefront of your mind. Though your daydreams had already crafted a vision of perfection for this trip, the reality, surprisingly, far exceeded it. This was all thanks to one sinfully sexy Ms. Maximoff.

From the early budding of your friendship, you knew that Billy and Tommy adored their mother- especially since their father had left them all behind at a young age. Their descriptions made her seem sweet, loving, and remarkably kind. While your first introduction certainly reassured these claims, it was her beauty that struck you. Perhaps in your head you had imagined someone a little more….motherly looking… rather than the mortal goddess before you. With the way her auburn hair fell down past her shoulders in waves, her blue skinny jeans hugged the curve of her waist just right, and her soft, pink lips were always adorned with a smile, you were certain she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

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When you, Billy, and Tommy pull up to the beach house in their small gray sedan and a redheaded woman, who you assume to be their mother, comes out, you are dumbfounded to say the least. Before her boys can even get their luggage from the trunk, she sweeps each into a bearhug and exclaims, “hello moya lyubov!”

Their unconvincing protests fall on deaf ears as she continues to smother them in love. You’re sure to tease them about it later.

When Ms. Maximoff breaks away from Billy and Tommy, she turns her attention to you and smiles sweetly. As she makes her way towards you, your heart begins to beat quickly as you realize how beautiful she is.

“Hello, dear,” she greets, “Billy and Tommy have told me all about you.”

Before you can respond, she too pulls you in for a hug. The burn of her touch, even through your shirt, is almost too much to bear, and her flowery perfume that fills your nostrils makes your head feel all woozy.

As she pulls away you can feel your cheeks burning and you try to act calm despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Maximoff, and thank you for letting me stay with you all this week.”

“Oh honey, no. Please don’t call me Ms. Maximoff, it makes me feel old. Wanda is just fine. And the pleasure is all mine, really. I’ve been eager to meet you ever since you became friends with my boys at the start of college.”

“Well, I’ve uh- been eager to meet you too. Billy and Tommy speak very highly of you.”

Wanda nearly coos as she turns to her sons brightly, “Awe moya lyubov, you two are too sweet.”

Your best friends flush red with embarrassment and the glares they shoot you as their mother hugs them again let you know they’ll berate you later for making them “look uncool.” Finally, Wanda pulls away and she urges you all to grab your stuff and follow her into the house.

Once inside, Billy and Tommy kick off their shoes haphazardly and start down the hall to the bedroom they’re sharing (so you can have a room to yourself). You, conversely, slip your shoes off gently and leave them by the door neatly. Wanda waits by your side and then motions for you to follow her once you’re done.

On your way to your room, Wanda gives you a mini tour. You pass through the small kitchen with light wooden floors, white cabinets, and seafoam blue walls. The living room is similarly beachy and charming, with big glass doors opening onto a wooden porch in the back and a smattering of brightly colored furniture organized around the room. At the end of the hall from the living room sits three doors, each leading into a separate room.

“Here we go, honey. Your room is this door on the left, the bathroom is the door in front of us, and my bedroom is here on the right. I hope you don’t mind being my neighbor and sharing a bathroom with me, but I figured it’d be better for the boys to have the master this week since they’re sharing a space,” Wanda tells you.

“No of course not Ms. M- Wanda. I feel bad that Billy and Tommy have to share, though. I honestly don’t mind sleeping on the couch!”

Wanda reacts as though you’ve just slapped her, “Oh honey, no! I’d never make a guest sleep on the couch! I want to make this place as comfortable for you as possible. Plus, the boys will be just fine. They spent the first half of their lives sharing a room, they’ll manage.”

You chuckle a little and smile kindly at her, “Well, thank you, seriously, I appreciate it.”

She waves her hand as if it’s nothing and then motions for you to go see your room, “I’m going to go finish up dinner honey, but let me know if you need anything.”

Wanda saunters off down the hall and you curse her for even walking sexily. Shaking yourself out of a daze, you go inside your room and promptly shut the door behind you. You drop your bag on the floor and then throw yourself on top of the fluffy, blue comforter, groaning into the mattress. You really hope you can survive this trip.

*****

It seems you must’ve fallen asleep on the comfy bed that feels more like a cloud, because suddenly you are jostled awake by a body landing on top of you. You let out an oomph as the air is expelled from your lungs and the weight of Tommy’s body settles on top of you.

“Tommy, you big lug,” you groan, “get off of me.”

You push the boy off of you and he rolls onto his back, “Had to wake you up somehow, you freak. I kept prodding you and nothing happened besides your continued snoring.”

“I don’t snore!” You protest, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking at him.

“Do too” he teases, “mouth open and all.” He then opens his mouth dramatically and lets out an obnoxiously loud snore.

You smack his stomach a little and he groans. In retaliation, he sweeps your elbow out from under you, forcing you to fall flat on your back again.

“Prick,” you grumble.

“Hey you should be a lot nicer to me, you know. I could’ve left you here to sleep and starve.”

You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, “I doubt your mom would allow that.”

The brunette snorts, “Touché.” He stands up and nods his head towards the door, “let’s go eat.”

You and Tommy make your way down the hall to the kitchen, playfully teasing and shoving each other a little on the way. When the longer-haired brother gives you an especially playful push into the kitchen, you nearly fall right in front of Wanda. You’re a little more than embarrassed, so you try to hide your face from her by turning back towards Tommy and glaring. He’s smirking until he’s not- when Wanda gently chides him for “being rude to the guest.”

“Mom she’s our friend, she can take it,” Tommy reminds her.

“Plus,” you add, “I can take either of them, easily, any day. I was just caught off guard there.”

“Really now?” Billy challenges.

You hum in confirmation.

“Fine, then I suggest a game of chicken after dinner.”

“Who’d be our fourth player?” you ask, confused.

“I will,” Wanda answers with a slight smirk, “I love a good challenge. And I’d love to see you beat my boys.”

“Oh you’re so on, Mom,” Tommy answers with a grin.

The twins look at each other with evil, cocky smirks on their face, and you can tell that they’re confident they’re going to win. You look at Wanda nervously because a) you don’t want to lose to the twins and b) you don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of her. Her confident smirk, however, so similar to her sons, eases your fears just a little.

They come storming back after dinner, however, when you first see Wanda in a bikini. Though you wouldn’t say it’s skimpy by any means, for goodness sake she’s around her sons, it still certainly shows a lot of skin. The butterflies are beating around aggressively in your stomach as you admire the red swimsuit she’s wearing- the color compliments her skin tone so very well, the top shows just enough cleavage to leave something to the imagination, and the bottoms hang low on her hips, flaunting her soft, white stomach.

You become even more nervous when you realize that you are going to have to sit on top of Wanda’s shoulders. While Billy and Tommy jump into the pool, you cautiously discard your towel on a chair and turn to Wanda, “I didn’t even think about the fact that I’d have to be on your shoulders. We can just call off the game, I’ll probably be too heavy for you.”

The redhead shakes her head and chuckles, stepping a little closer to you, “Honey, I know how chicken works. I wouldn’t have offered to play if I didn’t think I could carry you. I’m a lot stronger than I look, you know.”

You want to believe her, but you are just so nervous about hurting her that you can only weakly smile and nod.

“Hey, are we playing chicken, or are you two too chicken?” Billy calls out mockingly.

“Oh we’re more than ready, boys,” Wanda answers confidently, hands on her hips.

She walks forward and slides down into the pool, the turquoise water riding up to her waist. She beckons you over to the edge, “I’ll stand here and you can hop on, since I know you’re a little nervous about getting on my shoulders.”

You take a deep breath and nod. Wanda turns around and you step forward. Tentatively, you hook one leg over her right shoulder and her hand immediately comes up to grab your thigh. You tense at the skin to skin contact and it sends a little shiver up your spine. Thankfully, Wanda can’t see your face, so she hopefully just assumes that you're nervous about getting on her shoulders and not for….. other….. reasons.

“You’ve got it, honey,” She encourages you sweetly.

You quickly lift your other leg up and hook it around her left shoulder. She grabs your other thigh tightly and squeezes it, as if reassuring you.

Problem one million- Wanda being this strong is really hot, adding to your already insanely high level of attraction towards her. You fear you might pass out on the spot.

“Good to go?” The redhead asks you softly, craning her neck a little to look up at you. Her green eyes are soft but determined and they send a surge of confidence through you, “Yes, I’m ready to take them down.”

Wanda easily wades through the water over to Billy and Tommy, who have situated themselves with Tommy as the anchor and Billy on top. You look your opponent in the eye and smirk, sending him a playful glare, “You’re on, Maximoff.”

Billy only scoffs at you cockily and then waves you forward, challenging you to go up against him. Wanda and Tommy move in towards one another and you stick your arms out, bracing for Billy’s attack. He comes in swinging, bringing his right arm down to your side trying to shove you off. You are braced for it, though, and Wanda’s strong grip keeps you in place. You retaliate by grabbing his wrists, simultaneously trying to keep him from hitting you and also jostle him around. After a few seconds of back and forth, Billy rips his left arm free, the force causing you to wobble a little.

“I got you, honey,” Wanda calls up to you when she hears the sharp breath you take.

You shake it off and head towards Billy with double the amount of determination. Letting go of his other wrist, you go for the shoulders and give him a hard shove. This alone does not push Billy off of Tommy’s shoulders. However, the former twin’s movement throws the latter twin off balance, sending them plummeting backwards into the water. They land with a loud splash and you and Wanda cheer loudly. When the boys come up for air they are spluttering and groan at your victory.

“You two are stronger than you look,” Tommy concedes.

“Never underestimate your mother,” Wanda chides teasingly. She then looks up at you, “do you want me to take you back over to the edge to hop off?”

Your newfound victory, especially with Wanda on your team, has caused your confidence to soar. You shake your head, “No that’s okay, you can just drop me in the water.”

The redhead smiles sweetly, “If you insist.”

Before you have a second to think, she is lurching backwards, sending you both crashing into the water just as the twins had. The water is much colder than you anticipated and it overcomes your senses as you flail around. When you breach the surface you let out a gasp of air and shake the water from your eyes, “Holy fuck that’s cold!” you shout, then immediately cringe for cursing in front of Wanda.

Luckily she only chuckles, an evil glint in her eye, “You asked to be thrown in, honey. I was only doing what you asked.”

“A little warning would have been nice,” you answer with a playful pout.

She only laughs again, her head thrown back a little, and it’s quite the sight to see.

*****

The next morning, you wake to soft, yellow sunbeams falling across your face. The sound of gentle waves can be heard just slightly through your window at the back of the house and you sigh contentedly. You could get used to this. After laying sprawled across your bed for an undetermined amount of time, you finally decide it’s time to get up. You wander down the hall into the kitchen, on the hunt for food, and find Wanda sitting at the kitchen table, book in one hand, coffee in another, clad in a silk, white slip nightgown.

“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?” She asks sweetly.

“Like a baby.”

“I’m glad to hear it. What can I make you for breakfast?” Wanda asks, already rising from her chair.

“Oh, Wanda, no. Please. You don’t need to make anything. I can just snack on something for the pantry. I don’t usually have much for breakfast anyways.”

Wanda tsks at you and waves you off, “Well that just won’t do honey. It’s more important than ever for you to fuel your body at this age- what with all the studying, busy work schedules and… other things.”

Wanda winks at you then and you choke on your spit a little. Had she just implied…? No, she couldn’t have. But…

“Yes, well, school and work keep me busy enough to not have time for other things, Wanda. And I make up for a light breakfast with more filling meals later.”

It seems as though Wanda ignores the latter fact as she asks how you like your eggs and pulls out a frying pan.

“Well, honey, I really can’t believe what you’re saying. Someone as beautiful and sweet as you must be overwhelmed with social obligations- parties, friends, dating.”

You try to hide the blush on your cheeks from Wanda’s flattery, “No really, Wanda, I don’t have all that many. And I’m happy with my small group of friends.”

“You know,” Wanda starts, turning towards you as the eggs cook, resting her back against the counter, “I have to ask, and I hope you’ll excuse me for wondering, but I wanted to know if you were seeing or were interested in one of my boys. You just seem awfully close and I can’t help but wonder…”

You burst out in laughter at the heinous suggestion and Wanda’s eyebrows raise in bewilderment, “Oh god, no. Never in a million years would I date them.”

Wanda purses her lips and you realize how that sounded, “Please don’t take that the wrong way, Wanda. You’ve raised such lovely boys, you know. And I love them dearly, but not like that. They’re like my brothers. And even if they weren’t, I wouldn’t go for them. Or any guy for that matter… I like women.”

All the confusion and maybe even a little defensiveness drains from Wanda’s face at your confession and she visibly relaxes. She turns back to the eggs and picks up the pan, “I see. Well, the boys are grateful to have you in any way they can.” She walks over and sets the plate down in front of you, “And that makes me pretty grateful too.”

As she stays behind you, Wanda tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you shiver.

“Thank you, Wanda.”

“My pleasure, Detka.”

*****

The tension is so thick it is unbearable as you sit on a chair across from Wanda. At this point, you know it isn’t hot enough outside for you to be feeling this flushed. Rather, the way Wanda keeps looking over at you not so sneakily as she nurses her wine is leaving you all hot and bothered. When she takes another sip you are entranced by the way her soft, red lips wrap around the rim of the glass. And when she pulls the cup away, a drop of the wine is still on her lips. You nearly gasp as her tongue darts out, seemingly in slow motion, to lick it up. At this point, you know your staring is obvious, but Wanda just looks so pretty in that sundress, and one too many glasses of wine has left you feeling a little reckless.

“Want another sip?” Wanda muses teasingly, pointing the glass towards you.

“Oh no, I’m okay, Wanda, thank you.” You answer softly.

“Come on detka,” she says huskily, “just come have one more sip. I don’t think I can finish it alone.”

Really, you can never say no to this woman, so you oblige, standing from your chair and walking over to sit down next to her. Her perfume wafts over you as she leans in and hands you the glass, and you feel woozy.

You take a sip of what little wine is left in the glass and swallow as Wanda watches you the whole time. You turn to the redhead and hand her the glass. She sets it on the table without once breaking eye contact with you.

“Oh Detka, you have a little drop of wine on your lip. Let me get that right-“

She reaches out and cups your cheek. Instead of wiping it away with her thumb like you think she will, she leans in and captures your bottom lip between your own. She sucks on it softly and you nearly moan. Before you can really process what’s happening, she’s pulled away, a knowing smirk on her face, “There baby, all better now.”

“W-Wanda- I.” You stutter.

“Hmm?” She asks, sickeningly sweetly.

“Can you do that again?”

“Do what again, baby?”

You almost whine at her teasing, “Kiss me, Wanda. Please.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she whispers, already pressing her lips to yours again.

You sigh deeply as the flame rekindles in your belly and your heart beats faster. Your kisses are fast and sloppy, your tongues battling for dominance. Keeping your lips on hers you shuffle, straddling your legs on either side of her lap as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.

Wanda groans and grabs your hips tightly, digging her nails into the slight bit of bare skin showing as your shirt rides up.

She tastes like chocolate strawberries and wine and you chase her lips like you’ve been starved for days. Wanda just smells so good, and feels so good, and tastes so good that you’re insatiable. Unknowingly, you rock your hips a little, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you at the friction between your legs. You moan into her mouth and try it again, this time rolling your hips more aggressively. Combined with Wanda’s kissing, it feels really good.

“Careful Detka, don’t start something you can’t finish,” Wanda warns lowly.

You pull away suddenly, gasping for air, “Wanda, I want this. I- I want you right now. I need you.”

She looks at you intently, those green eyes both soft and loving while also glazed with lust, “you sure, baby? There’s no going back after this.”

“Please,” you say, this time really whining.

“Start with my thigh,” she orders.

You lean back in and kiss Wanda again like before, but this time with the repeated motion of you humping her thigh, chasing your own pleasure. Wanda’s hands slowly travel down your sides, one stopping to grope at your breasts while the other makes it’s way to cup your ass. The added stimulation to your ass and tits makes you moan into her mouth again.

She pulls away and shushes you quietly, “gotta be quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear.”

You nod meekly and bite your lip to keep any more moans from slipping out. Wanda takes the chance to place her lips elsewhere, assaulting your neck and exposed collarbone with bites, licks, and sucking. Before you know it, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, tension building in your belly. Maybe it’s the pace of your hips, or Wanda just has a sense for these things, but she can tell you’re close. Before you can get there, however,

“Wake up. Stop sleeping the day away.”

You are rather rudely awakened, you think, by Billy. His wet hair drips onto your face as he hovers over you, “Come swim with us and quit being boring.”

“But I’m getting my tan on,” you whine.

“You can do that in the water,” he retorts.

When you don’t make any sign of movement, Billy huffs, “You always have to make things difficult, don’t you?”

Before you can protest, the boy grabs your waist and pulls you up, flipping you over his shoulder.

“Billy,” you screech, “Put me down!!”

He ignores you and starts off towards the ocean. You smack his back and flail your legs but that doesn’t stop him. Before you know it you are met with a blast of ice cold water as he flings you into the salty ocean. When you burst to the surface spluttering you send Billy the biggest glare.

“You’re dead meat Maximoff.”

You quickly wade through the water towards Billy and lunge forward. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring him down into the water with you. You’re a mix of flailing limbs under the water. You get an elbow to Billy’s face and him a blow to your stomach before you both swim upwards and gasp for air. Tommy is there, laughing at you both, so you and Billy share a sneaky look before grabbing him by the ankles and pulling him down too.

Though you may have been peeved at Billy for throwing you into the water, it does feel rather nice on your hot skin. It also curbed your rather lusty thoughts of your best friends’ mother. The three of you stay out in the ocean for awhile, play fighting, throwing a football and diving for seashells. It makes you feel like a bit of a kid again, and you notice the recent stress of exams, school, and work fading away.

After a few hours at the beach, the three of you make your way back to the house. You drag your gear- sunscreen, towels, snorkels, and the likes to the back porch and collapse on some of the patio furniture. Tommy wanders inside for a moment and returns with a few beers for you all to share. As you sip and make light conversation, Wanda appears from the house, a tray of snacks in hand.

“How was the beach moya lyubov?” She asks, setting down the tray in front of you three.

“It was great, Mom. You should’ve joined us,” Tommy replies before stuffing a few carrots in his mouth.

She takes the fourth chair, which happens to be next to yours, “I wanted you all to have your fun. Plus, I’ve been to that beach plenty of times.”

“Next time though,” Billy tells her and Wanda smiles a little.

“Yes, next time.”

You reach forward to grab a cracker off the tray, and you’re not unaware of the way Wanda’s eyes follow you. You lean back again and munch happily on your cracker, trying to not be self conscious under the woman’s stare.

Suddenly, Wanda reaches out and pulls on the strap of your bikini top, “I like this swimsuit, honey. Where’d you get it? I’m looking to buy some new suits so I can throw out my old ones.”

Wanda’s deliberate touch excites you, and you keep your legs crossed to hide the way your thighs sort of squeeze together.

“Uh Target, I think. The boys got their trunks there too.”

She hums softly, “It’s so hard to find flattering suits nowadays don’t you think? Either they’re two thin pieces of fabric that cover nothing at all or they’re boxy, ugly one pieces that do no one any favors.”

You groan loudly, “tell me about it. I think Billy and Tommy almost left me behind when we went shopping because of how long I was taking. Not that I blame them, though I told them it’s also not my fault there are so few good options.”

“Mom, one swimsuit had fur,” Billy says with a shudder.

“Another looked like a disco ball,” Tommy adds, “like are you going to the beach or a strip club?”

You all burst out laughing at the sadly true comparison.

“All I can say is that I really was lucky to find this swimsuit.”

And as you lean forward to grab another cracker you swear you hear Wanda mutter under her breath, “Lucky for me too.”

*****

Much of the rest of your afternoon had been spent on that back patio talking, snacking and playing cards. Dinner had been light, and with a few booze in your body you were feeling pretty good. You’d wandered off to shower after dinner, wanting to get the sunscreen and sand off your body. The hot water and soap in your hair feels amazing, and you are appreciative of the privacy to process all of the thoughts and feelings from the day. You still haven't gotten over the comment you are sure Wanda had made earlier. A part of you wonders if you’d just made it up, your horny mind so desperate to believe that she finds you attractive too. But even though it was just above a whisper, the words echo in your mind loud and clear- “lucky for me too”. How could you make that up?

It feels wrong and, frankly, rather inappropriate to pursue your suspicions further. Wanda could’ve meant anything by what she said.

Maybe she was grateful that you bought that swimsuit, so now she knew where to buy hers too?

Maybe she was grateful she didn’t have to be subject to some ugly swimsuit you’d have been forced to wear.

Or maybe. No. You couldn’t even let yourself consider the possibility of Wanda being attracted to you. That would be a bad idea that would only get you in trouble.

You decide there is only one way to solve the problem.

After your shower, you slip out of the bathroom into your room only scantily clad in your small towel. You firmly shut the door behind you and drop your towel, making your way onto your soft bed. You lay on your back, head resting against the pillows, and spread your legs a little. You’ve been desperate to ease the ache between your legs for hours and you can’t wait any longer. You hope that maybe, if you do this, your horniness will dissolve and you can go about your business the rest of your trip happily.

As your hand trails lower between your legs, you sigh at the pressure very much needed to cure the intense ache. It feels good, really, but you only wish it was Wanda’s hand instead of your own. You shut your eyes and your breaths become heavier as you indulge for a moment, imagining that Wanda was here. You think about the way she’d say your name huskily, how her perfume would invade your nose as she held you close, how her fingers would know exactly how to make you feel good, and in no time, you’ve reached your high. Though you try to be quiet, you can’t help the semi-loud pleas of her name that leave your lips as pleasure wracks through your body.

You collapse back against your pillows, panting and your hands at your side. You can only revel in your bliss for a few moments before there is a knock on your door. You scramble up, your heart beating fast in your chest, feeling as if you’d been caught. You throw on your pajama t-shirt at the end of your bed, and it just barely covers your ass. But you figure it will work well enough to answer the door. You rush over and pull it open, and are shocked to find Wanda on the other side.

“Hey, Wanda, what’s up?” You ask breathlessly.

It’s then that you notice how her pupils are dilated, and that she has this look in her eyes. One so reminiscent of your dream.

“You know if you needed help, Detka, you could’ve just asked. I’m more than happy to help someone as pretty as you.”

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 2.

Summary - What happens when you meet Lando again? So, this was supposed to be angst only, but ya girl can't post anything without smut, so, enjoy!

Warnings - 18+ minors DNI, smut, p in v sex, dirty talk, creampie, angst.

Part 1

The next two weeks following that morning had whizzed by in a blur. Both you and Lando had extremely busy schedules and took every free second you got to text or call each other.

It wasn't easy with the time differences, but the cyber sex was honestly the best you'd had since the start of your 'relationship...' It was intense, mind blowing phone sex, leaving you both desperate and eager to see each other, although you'd have to wait a whole extra week because Lando had some media obligations in America. So that meant it was a whole two more weeks before you could get your hands on one another.

On one particular day, you'd texted Lando in the wee hours of the morning, knowing it was late night where he was, and since he'd said he planned to spend the night in, you were expecting a quick response from him.

You didn't get one.

But you thought nothing of it, not even worrying the slightest bit, and eventually, you got on with your day. It wasn't until evening when you saw that there was still no response for him, though you could see he had been online.

You tried to call him, it just rang and rang.

Still, you didn't think much of it. Maybe he just needed space, and you were happy to oblige.

The next few days as well passed with radio silence from him. You could see from social media that he was out and about, doing whatever media he had to do, getting on with it all, except you it seems, though you willed yourself not to let it affect you.

Newsflash it did.

Deciding it was best to throw yourself into work, you were now working ungodly hours overtime, getting as much done to try and block out the fact that Lando was clearly avoiding you by now. It had only been a week of absolutely no contact, but it definitely felt much longer than that. You missed his goofy laugh, his adorable dimples, his banter, and you missed the orgasms he gave you...you missed his dick.

It was now past 8pm, and after a long day of grinding you stopped at the shops to get some food that you could just throw in he microwave to get hot. Busy scrolling the aisles at your local store then you stopped in your tracks. You'd never miss those god damn perfect curls, even in a sea of a million people.

He had his back to you, and before you mind could make a decision on whether to leave or talk to him, he turned around, bit his bottom lip when he saw you.

It was no surprise that Lando was a handsome man. His physique alone was hot. And so seeing him stand in front of you - in the flesh, already had a wetness pooling through your cunt.

Quickly, you out those thoughts to the back of your mind as he approached you.

''Didn't know you were back'' you said breaking the silence. You were curious to hear what his answer would be, because you were always the first person he'd call the second he was back in Monaco.

''Yeah, just been caught up..'' he trailed, letting out a breath, bringing his hand up to massage the back of his thick neck.

Caught up enough to toss me to the side... you thought to yourself.

It was awkward. Awkward as fuck. The both of you standing there, not knowing what to say to one another. Really, it was a first.

Until...

It wasn't 10 minutes later and you were riding Lando in his McLaren.

Your panty thrown somewhere in the back seat.

You should have known better, should have stopped yourselves, but clearly your pussy, and his dick, had a mind of their own.

You rode him like your life depended on it, watching with hooded eyes as your nipples disappeared into Lando's mouth, his teeth grazing and biting down hard before using his tongue to sooth over your bud.

''Fuck, Lando, yes..ri-right there, please'' you begged as even in the small of his sports car, he was lifting his hips to meet your half way, thrusting in and out of you pussy relentlessly, letting out a series of guttural moans and grunts.

It wasn't even a few minutes until you felt your orgasm nearing, your walls clenching almost painfully around Lando's cock as he bought his hand down to flick a thumb at your clit.

''So tight, fuck..need to stretch you out some more'' he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

''I'm close'' you barely managed to say between nips and licks, your body was shuddering, shaking uncontrollably as Lando has two tasks at hand - one, keeping your body in control, two, chase his own orgasm.

And not two minutes later Lando was emptying his load into you, sheets of warm cum filling you up to the brink while lewd grunts left his mouth, his dick twitching as you rode him through it.

You finally stilled your bodies, chests heaving trying to catch your breaths as you leaned back and put your weight on his steering wheel behind you.

''Fucking hell'' he said, panting as his eyes stayed trained on the state you were in - disheveled hair, boobs slipped out of your bra and dress, looking red and bruised.

There was an unspoken tension filling up the car, and you could feel him softening inside you, the both of you looking down to the place you were still joined, almost as if you were avoiding looking at each other.

You watched as Lando gently pulled himself out, gasping when he saw a mixture of both your cum oozing out of your cunt, the both of you moaning at the sight, and then suddenly his eyes were trained on yours, as he very quickly pushed his dick back into you, pushing the cum back in.

''Fuck'' he whispered as you let out another moan, your walls clenching tightly around him.

''Lan..'' you murmured, closing your eyes and trying to etch the feeling of his dick inside you to your brain, because something told you this wouldn't happen again, though you prayed you were wrong.

He was suddenly hard again, no surprise to him because just the sight you all fucked out and dripping with his cum got him all excited again. Call it his good stamina.

''Come here'' he softly said, pulling you forward again, your boobs in his face as he lifted you ass up slightly before slamming you down in one hard thrust.

You braced your hands on his shoulders again, leaning down to lock lips with him for the first time since you last saw him.

It was sloppy and dirty, tongue and teeth clashing, almost as if you were just licking each other where possible - not properly kissing, all the while Lando bounced you up and down his dick, each thrust getting harder than each.

You pulled back for air, Lando stuffing his face back into your boobs, letting a series of staggered breaths and groans leave your mouth, feeling your orgasm approaching fast.

''Lando, I- fuck, I can't. Too much'' you were barely able to say. He was being ruthless and as much as you wanted it, your body was overly sensitive today.

''You can baby, one more for me, yeah? Fuck please'' he sounded like he was begging, and how could you refuse him?

You couldn't form any words by now, so all you did was nod your head, while his hand raked down to pinch at your clit.

''That's it baby. Please just be a slut for me. You're already doing so fucking good, letting me fuck you so good. Fuck'' he grunted, through gritted teeth, knowing his dirty words would send you over the edge.

And he was right, within seconds your cum was coating his dick again, your body quivering in his arms again, feeling like jelly, releasing pornographic moans into the confinement of the car.

And Lando - as soon as he felt you walls closing up on him, his own release spluttering his cum through your pussy, warm and sticky as he slowed his movements and eventually came to a standstill.

''Ah, fuck y/n'' he mumbled, causing you to giggle because yeah, ''fuck'' was the word of the day.

You stayed close together, breathing in each others air as your bodies shivered with cool air on your sweat, Lando busying his hands by combing your hair back through his fingers.

This time, he pulled out, and he stayed out, using his fingers instead to gently push the cum back up your pussy before bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean.

And this time, your eyes didn't avoid each other.

Lando kept opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something though falling short every time.

You didn't miss how his body language changed all of a sudden, how he stiffened underneath you, and suddenly you felt cautious.

It was awkward as fuck - you sitting on his naked thighs, dress bunched up you stomach, pussy bare and leaking, while his jeans and boxers were pushed halfway down his legs, cock soft and twitchy resting against your stomach.

Finally, he cleared his throat. His words knocking all the air out of his lungs.

''I...I'm seeing someone..Magui. I mean. I'm gonna start seeing Magui. So this - he gestured between the two of you - can't happen again.''

Your breath hitched, you could feel the color draining from you face as your own body now stiffened.

He said it so casually, like what you just did meant nothing. Like the last 6 months have been nothing, just tossed off to the side.

''Say something..'' he whispered.

You were sure your words would get stuck in your throat, already feeling your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the whole situation.

Lando was done with you. He basically 'dumped' you while you were both naked in the smallest space possible.

You cleared your throat and leaned over to his passenger seat to grab a tissue, your mind racing as fast as his cars go. Some many thoughts overwhelming you as you willed yourself not to let tears spill out your eyes.

This is it. He's not yours. He's back with her, an ex fling. He's leaving you for her.

''Y/N'' he said your name softly, gauging your reaction.

You sniffled, concentrating on cleaning your cunt - that was still on full display, before you finally pulled your dress down and looked up at him.

Gone was that look that was reserved just for you, and you heart broke at the cold eyes staring at you.

''So that's why you've been avoiding me..? Too busy fucking someone else? Why did we just do this if you're with her? You've just used me to basically cheat on her....thought you'd have more respect for the both of us...'' you questioned, almost whispering the last part, and wincing at your words because you didn't want to know the answer.

Lando coughed, shifting underneath you as he slyly tucked his dick back into his boxers.

''Not seeing her yet...but yeah I guess there are unresolved feelings so we're gonna give it a shot'' he said. ''As for us... guess this was a moment of weakness. But I'm done. We're done.'' he said matter of factly.

You suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, needing to get out of this space asap because the man in front of you wasn't the Lando you knew.

Not 10 minutes ago was he calling you baby...swallowing a mix of your cum, and now he's done with you.

You're heart clenched not just at the fact that you were losing your fuckbuddy, but Lando as your best friend. From the way he was talking, it was clear that the friendship part of your relationship was also done with.

You needed to get out of here before you broke down in front of him. He didn't deserve to see you vulnerable like this.

So you took one last longing look at him, memorizing each and every freckle and line on his face as you body tingled from the warmth of him.

Surely he could see the hurt on your face, right? He knew you better than most. But still, his eyes didn't soften, nor did his words.

''You should go..now..forget the last few months...'' he said, already moving to open the door for you to climb out of his lap.

You cleared your throat for the umpteenth time today, mind fuzzed when your body finally lost contact with his, and with one last look at him, you turned on your heels, shamefully walking to your car, and not a few seconds later, he was zooming out of the car park.

The next few days were spent wallowing in bed, avoiding any events in town with the fear of running into them.

So George's girlfriend Carmen took up residency at your apartment to keep your mind busy.

You needed to heal, and move on from something that was nothing to even begin with.

A whole week later as you were scrolling Instagram, the photo slapped you in the face.

There he was, with his tongue down her throat, hands groping her ass.

You had no right to be mad, sad, angry, whatever emotions that were over taking your senses. Lando wasn't yours. Not anymore at least. There was never any label between you.

But the more you thought about it, you were more so longing the guy with whom you could talk about anything, truly be yourself around and not get judged for silly things.

The universe had other plans for you though...because in just two weeks time, you were to host an event in London for McLaren. Oh, what could go wrong......

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[hitomisuzuya]

I can finally request!

Spy!/hacker! Hoyofair Scara! I’m sure we all know which ones I mean but the idea of hacker/spy scara teasing us and I mean touching almost kissing and him moaning in our ears on a mission just to leave us starved (perhaps we’re on the other side) has me giggling and I need it, I need scara to whisper such dirty things to us knowing he can hack into the cameras later and capture whatever happens between us for himself <3

hacker!spy scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. masturbation. dirty talk. degradation.

oh yes, i know of which you speak😳😌 i can't express how hot he was. hoyofair adored scara that year❤️

"come on, he is just some guy trying to steal from you," you said it loud enough to hear yourself over the music playing through your ear buds. you knew deep down you are hopelessly trying to convince yourself. and it isn't working.

you have something of a unique job. high ranking underground organizations always trusted you to back up very important information, very secret, and very incriminating information for them. you are their just in case. you got paid very, very well for the amount of danger you put yourself in, storing all of it on your very well protected computer systems.

scaramouche has been trying to steal information he needs for months now. he's been relentless trying to hack into your systems. and quite frankly, you were running out of things to throw at him. you have a substantial amount of firewalls alone to get around and with time, he dismantles them all.

you let out a frustrated sigh thinking about how much of a turn on it was. and to make it even more infuriating, he somehow always came through your window just to announce with that smug smirk on his face that he was almost finished taking apart one of your firewalls.

his lips had come so close to yours last night, and just when you were tilting your head up, he said, "maybe next time, sucker," and left just like that, chuckling in amusement. leaving you very wet, and very wanting.

you hardly noticed when your hand dipped into your panties until you heard yourself let out a soft moan, your music paused and your phone forgotten next to you. once you started thinking about scaramouche, you just couldn't seem to stop. your clit throbs as you circle and rub your fingers, thinking about him teasing the ball of the tongue piercing (he so smugly let you know he had) on your clit, stretching your pussy apart with his fingers.

all things considered, there was no harm in making yourself feel good for a bit, right?

keeping one hand between your legs, your other hand drifts up to pinch your nipples. a volley of moans sounds from you as you grind your clit on your fingers.

"so cute that you think you are alone," your eyes snap open hearing the sound of scaramouche's voice through your ear buds.

"are you watching me?" your eyes widen as you hurriedly start to sit up, your eyes darting around the room.

"relax, i have only hacked into your phone," you hear that same amused chuckle. to you, it felt like he was pausing like he was waiting for something. something that just now occurs to you.

"how long were you listening?" your heart pounds in your chest asking the question. you'd been getting awfully indulgent playing with your clit, being able to hear your moans slightly muffled by your ear buds.

"i listened to you moan for about five minutes," from his tone of his voice it sounded like he had no shame in admitting that. "thinking about me, perhaps?"

"don't flatter yourself," the wobble of being flustered is evident in your voice as you lay back down. you glance at the window sill he usually occupied to brag to you, expecting him to be there.

"the look on your face earlier while you were in town was awfully absentminded. if anything, you are the one flattering me, playing with that pretty pussy thinking about me, treating me to the sounds of moans," you felt a blush darken your cheeks.

"are you hacking into the cities camera to spy on me?" you sigh, figuring you should've known.

"what? it's my warmup in the morning before i tackle your systems," you hear the quiet clicking of computer keys on the other end, "you know, your phone was surprisingly easy to get into. you really should be more careful," he is teasing you, and you swear he knows it flusters you more.

"what do you want?" you say before he could open his mouth again to fluster you more. you restlessly stir about on your bed for a moment. the sound of his voice is making you wetter, the fabric of your panties clinging to your pussy.

"since you are thinking about me, let me help you out," there is amused purr to his voice. even though he can't see you, it's like he knows you are laying there, weak and wet for him. "take your bra and panties off. it'd be a shame if you left them on while i talk you through how to touch yourself."

a shiver runs up your spine as you lift your hips, peeling your panties from your pussy. your bra soon follows, and you rest back on your pillows. you need relief and he is the only one who can give it to you.

"good girl," he purrs, pleased. a fresh coat of wet pools onto your pussy. "now slid those little fingers down to that undoubtedly messy pussy of yours, part those pretty, drooling folds and stroke a single finger."

your index finger dips between your folds, stroking stripes up and and down as you rock your hips up. he waits until you moan softly to continue. "wag your finger around and around your little clit," the pads of your fingers rub over your clit, seeking more friction as you grind on them.

"you want my tongue there, don't you, slut? you want me to tease my tongue piercing until you can barely stand it," a loud moan keens from you, tight warmth tingling in your core as your clit throbs more, "pinch, like i am scooping into my mouth to suck on."

your thighs tremble as you slowly roll your clit between your fingers, pinching the sensitive nub. he chuckles hearing your soft whimper. "fuck, you are making me want to fist my cock listening to you edge yourself," he chuckles a little shakily.

you whimper again as your walls clench around nothing. he is making you lose it faster than your own fingers could when you thought about him.

"enjoy the sound of my voice, and play with your nipples. fuck your fingers into that slutty cunt of yours, and tell me how much you want my fingers instead," he sounds so superior, getting off on lording your obvious attraction to him over you.

"you are right!" you cry out, plunging your fingers inside your tight heat. scissoring your walls apart. you desperately try and curl your fingers into your sweet spot, clutching at your hardening nipples. "my fingers aren't enough. i need yours," your fingers squelch in and out of your pussy, chasing the feeling of your orgasm building.

"such pretty cries," scaramouche hums in approval, "don't you worry, i'll be stuffing my fingers inside that cunt soon enough. and better yet, with my cock."

your moan borders on pornographic at his words your hand drifts away from your nipples to your clit. your fingers shake slippery over it as your back arches off the bed. "i must warn you, you'll struggle to fit it. you'll beg for every inch as i stretch you apart," your walls clench tighter as tears well into your eyes.

you choke out a loud sob of pleasure as you suddenly cum on your fingers, twitching as you rub your clit through your orgasm.

truth is, scaramouche had a motive in directing you to take off your bra and panties as specifically he did. more of a show for him later when he hacks into your computer and accesses the webcam on your laptop. you hardly noticed it was recording you the whole time on the bedside table.

[tacoteddy22]

Symphony of Desire

Sylus x Reader

Summary: Composing a sex masterpiece with Sylus

Content Warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, sort of rough sex

Author's Note: The movements of a symphony are buried in there and it felt so perfect to pair with Sylus. The man loves his classical music.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63728764

Sex with Sylus was like composing a symphony. The battle of desires unfolded in foreplay and set the tone for how events would play out. Whose desire took control and whose demanded a softer touch varied. Each movement, whether fueled by control or ferality, was an expression of love. Each touch was a lingering note, every kiss added to the melody, your hearts kept time with the rhythm of your passion.

It always started with a look. The corner of Sylus’s mouth curved up ever so slightly as his red eyes narrowed. You would bite your lip without even knowing it and suddenly he was before you whispering filthy words in your ear.

"Mmm, you know I just want to fuck that mouth when you bite your lip"

"Did you need me to help you keep your mouth occupied, sweetie?"

Today, you were at the Onychinus base and he was opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen. The sleeves of his shirt had been pulled up to reveal his forearms and the simple act of his muscles flexing while turning the corkscrew suddenly turned you hot. He turned his head towards you to see why you had gotten quiet when he saw you staring at him with *that* look on your face. His nostrils flared and you knew exactly what he scented on you.

“Kitten,” he purred in your ear as he wrapped himself around you from behind. “How many times have I said ‘don’t bite your lip’? You know what it does to me.” His hand stroked up your neck and grasped your jaw, tilting your face towards his. Before you could take a breath his mouth was sealed over yours. He ran his tongue over the seam of your lips to get a taste of you and grabbed at your clothes desperate to get you as close as possible. His fingers dug roughly into your hips as he turned you around to pull you off the barstool and onto the countertop in front of him. Sylus stepped between your legs and pulled you in for another brutal kiss.

Your desperation for him was unleashed and you pulled at his hair and grabbed around his neck while your tongue battled his for control. You wrapped your legs around him and tried to pull him closer, but he pulled back and licked his swollen lips. His gaze was full of lust and adoration and you knew your eyes reflected the same. This was pure desire in its most carnal form. Sylus dove back into devour you at the same time your hunger for him surged and you were once again trying to claw your way into each other. The sounds of your passion and the hums and moans of pleasure filled the kitchen as desperation took over.

“Sylus. Baby, please. I need more.” You whimpered in his ear as he bit into the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder. You pulled his head back by yanking on his hair and crashed your mouth into his. He held you tightly to him as he slowed down the pace and his kiss turned from frantic to reverent. His hands slipped under your sweater and found the bare skin his fingers had been craving. The cool touch of his hands made you shudder and goosebumps trailed behind where he dragged his fingers so softly against your flesh. He pulled away from you and placed soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your moans filled the room as his hands continued their slow torture filled his ears.

“Yes, kitten. Tell me exactly how much you enjoy this.”

You let out another groan as his thumbs slipped under your bra to play with your nipples. Your hands, still tangled in his hair, gripped his hair harder and he let out a small hiss of discomfort, but made no effort to stop you.

“Syl-“ His name morphed into something unintelligible as he pinched the hardened buds.

He knew what you wanted him to do and he chuckled in the low tone that made your pussy clench. The sudden change of pace left you breathless and reeling. Of course, this was a challenge. You begged for more and he couldn’t just let you have what you wanted without making you earn it.

“Well, two can play can play at this game.” You thought to yourself as a wicked smile grew.

Your hands stopped pulling on his silver locks and began caressing the nape of his neck- One of his most sensitive spots and that low chuckle turned into a groan.

“Sweetie…mmmm” He groaned a bit louder and you felt his hands tighten around your waist and his hips grind against you.

“Yes?” You said coyly, nipping at his ear. You kissed his neck and slipped your hands underneath his shirt. Your hands ran up his chest and twisted his nipple while you licked along the curve of his jaw. He let out a hiss at the sudden pain mixed with the wet softness of your tongue and his hand wrapped gently around your throat.

“Kitten, you really wanna play this game?" He lowered his forehead to yours as the thumb on your neck stroked your pulse point. You pulled and twisted his nipple again as you nuzzled your nose against his eliciting another hiss from his perfect mouth.

“I just want you to fuck me. You’re the one who slowed it down so I’m letting you know exactly how I feel about that,” you shrug your shoulders and look at him innocently. He let out an amused chuckle and dropped his head to your shoulder.

“My apologies, kitten. So I should just give you everything you want exactly when you want it?” He whispered as he kissed below your ear.

He slipped your shirt off and discarded it on the floor.

The cool air around you felt so good against your flushed skin. Your back arched and you were rewarded with Sylus nipping and sucking at your collarbone and down your chest.

“You are always telling me to be more greedy. So really, my behavior is your fault,” you whispered back, smiling.

Your head rolled back and you dug your heel into the  base of his spine and dragged it up bringing his shirt up with your foot. You grabbed it along with a fistful of his hair and pulled it over his head, tossing it near yours.

“Tsk tsk kitten, you’re not playing very nicely. Are you punishing me for leaving you wanting?” His voice was practically a growl at this point. His desire for you only being kept at bay because he willed it to. His lips left hot kisses on the swell of your breasts and you pushed your chest out further encouraging him on.

“Mmmm. Not really. I’m just feeling feisty right now,” your words came out more breathless than you intended, but he had you panting with every touch and lick so it really couldn't be helped. His hand snaked up your back and unclasped your bra. You had no idea where it landed because he grasped one of your nipples with his teeth and tugged hard. You cried out at the pain, but it quickly turned into a moan as he soothed the sting with broad strokes of his tongue.

“Still feeling feisty?” He asked between licks.

“Always,” you responded, but the way it came out proved some of your fight had left with the way he had his mouth on you. He stood up with a smirk and licked his lips.

“Is that so, sweetie?”

He lurched forward and grabbed your ankles pulling your legs apart and towered over your body as buried his face in your neck. He inhaled deeply and groaned loudly as he breathed in your scent. The smell of your shampoo mixed with your natural scent intoxicated him and he palmed one of your bare breasts, grabbing it roughly while he licked a long stroke up your neck to your ear. His other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you up to a sitting position and your thighs found their way around waist. Your hands managed to slip in between your half-naked bodies and you reached for Sylus’s belt buckle. You undid it quickly and plunged your hand inside to find your reward.

Your hand was met with his cock at full attention, as hard as diamonds and and as soft as velvet.

“Ohhh my love! It seems like you enjoy when I’m feeling… feisty,” you whispered to him. You squeezed his cock tightly at that last word and he glared at you as he tried to pull away, but you kept your grip on him until he stopped resisting you. His gaze turned from pain to ecstasy when you slowed your pace and stroked him slowly with the exact pressure you knew would drive him wild. Your thumb caressed the head of his cock and spread the little bit of precum out across the tip. His eyes rolled back and he held his breath.

“Good boy. Don’t try to run from me again.” You said as you nipped lightly at his bicep. His gaze shifted again from pleasure to defiance and before you could react, your hand was off his cock and you were thrown over his shoulder.

“Feisty kittens don’t usually make the rules. You’re in my house so we’ll be playing by my code today.” His tone was bordering on anger to the untrained ear, but you knew this man like you knew how to breathe. You heard the underlying desire, the barely contained greed for your body and soul. 

You let out a yelp in surprise at the sudden change in position and another gasp as he pulled your leggings and panties down as far as he could, baring your ass and most of your pussy. He leaned his head towards you and inhaled again as the hand holding you in place traced over your soaking pussy.

“Well well, it seems like you also like when I am feeling…feisty,” not one to let things go, he plunged two fingers into your cunt at that last word. He twisted his wrist and curled his fingers to stroke that spot inside you that could make you come undone.

The hallway was filled with your moans and you shifted away trying to relieve the quickly building orgasm, but he was holding you too tightly and your movements seemed to encourage his own.

“Sy, baby, I’m gonna…” But you didn’t. He withdrew his fingers just as you were about to tip over that orgasmic edge. You let out a frustrated roar as you watched him smugly lick his fingers clean of your juices. Tonight, he’d been working you up under the guise of a competition and just proved he had you under his control despite letting you get the upper hand on occasion.

“Cruel. You are a a cruel man!!” You beat your fists on his back as he chuckled before tossing you onto the bed. He ripped your leggings and underwear off the rest of the way and you pulled you knees up to your chest with a look that conveyed your annoyance.

His undone pants hung low on his hips and any frustration you had melted away as you stared at the muscles of his abs and the delicious dip of his waist. You wanted to run your tongue along every ridge of his stomach and memorize the taste of his skin. You knew your eyes betrayed what your body was saying and you’d had been bratty enough today that you also knew he wouldn’t let this go.

He leaned over you and whispered in your ear, “Cruel I may be, but never to you. At least for long.” He leaned in for a kiss and parted your mouth with his tongue. His tonged rolled around your mouth lazily and he guided your legs down from your chest. You sat up on your knees and tangled your fingers into his hair as you kissed him as if it were the last time.

He cupped your face and looked into your eyes with such devotion. He had told you once that there was no love purer than his, you didn’t know exactly what that meant at the time, but he showed you every single day. He was showing you now. He indulged your behavior and let you take your pleasure from his body when you needed to have control, but when he needed the control the sex was nothing short of worship. Pure reverence. Absolute adoration.

He kissed soft and slow down your neck, sucking at all his favorite spots on the way to your tits. He gently pushed you down to lay back on the bed and he took on of your nipples into his mouth and sucked on it slowly. His tongue lapping at the sensitive bud softly before quickly flicking his tongue over it. You arched your back and moaned as he switched to give the same attention to the other one. His hands caressed the soft, short hair between your legs and you spread open to give him better access to your pussy.

He teased your entrance and stroked your clit with his middle finger while he continued to kiss down your stomach and across your hips.

He withdrew his fingers and you whimpered in defiance, but stayed still because you knew what was next. You had your eyes closed and you felt him shift to end of the bed. He wrapped his arms around your thighs from behind pulling you to to the edge of the bed. He lowered his head and buried his face deep in your folds breathing you in.

“Fuck me, kitten. Your scent is incredible,” he said with a growl. You sat up slightly and watched him nuzzle your cunt, he caught your eyes and held eye contact as he licked you with one long, broad stroke of his tongue.

He held your gaze for as long as you could take it before you had to lay back. His tongue expertly danced on your pussy and Sylus was showing off all his best moves. He lapped softly at your clit and then buried his tongue deep inside your pussy drinking up every drop you had to offer. He licked and sucked exactly where you wanted him to and soon his fingers were back inside you stroking you softly. He knew exactly how to flick his tongue on your clit to make you tremble, how to stroke your inner walls at the same time to make you cry out his name.

You wanted to fight him. Your instinct to gain the upper hand was raging inside you, but his tongue was currently in the spot between your clit and pussy, your legs were trembling too hard to do anything but exist. He had you so close, just one more stroke of his tongue, one more twitch of his finger and the pressure building would release.

He knew your body like he knew his own so he was well aware that you were just about to tip over the edge, but he had a different edge in mind as he withdrew his fingers and ceased the movements of his tongue.

Seconds passed and you lay there with your eyes closed breathing heavily and silently cursing his name. His face remained within a breath’s distance from from your body and his warm breath teased your sensitive flesh. You wiggled your hips up and felt the tip of his nose brush against your folds and he inhaled your scent like it was bringing him back to life.

Your moment had come, he was distracted and the building orgasm he had denied you again had subsided a bit. You could think a little clearer and you lifted your head to assess your next move. His eyes were closed and you swear you almost came from the look of sheer bliss on his face.

You almost let him be, but the competitor in you won out and you closed your legs gently around his head. He snapped his eyes open to yours and let out a wicked little groan as he moved up your body and flipped your positions so he was underneath you. Your legs straddled his waist, but he effortlessly lifted you slightly off the bed to move you farther up his body so you were straddling his head instead.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it, kitten?” He asked as he buried his tongue in your folds and painted his love for you with his tongue.

“Mmmnngghh… yes,” You barely managed to get out a word out before you ground your hips further down onto his face letting out a loud moan. He hummed in approval as his tongue kept pace with the rhythm of your hips.

“I love your fucking mouth, fuck and these hands.” You grabbed his hands and placed them over your tits. You held his hands in place with yours as you rode his face slowly, taking your pleasure from him. Those hands you loved so much wrapped around your waist and held you in place as this masterpiece he had created just for you began to draw to a close.

His tongue slowed and his mouth opened as he kissed your clit softly. He sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around that bundle of nerves. He let go and flicked his tongue over it again before lapping softly at it. His strokes became firmer and more precise. That delicious orgasm you had been chasing all night was so close. He’d worked you up into such a frenzy you were begging for release, begging to come because you were sure you were going to die if you didn’t come on his tongue right now.

But his tongue kept you just on the edge until your begging became even too much for him and he changed his pace just enough to undo you completely. You bucked against his face and cried out the sweetest melody as he continued to hold you in place. His tongue slowed down and he continued to lick you until your breathing slowed and your cries turned back into the breathy refrain he loved so much.

You climbed off him and laid down as he sat up to wipe off his face that was absolutely soaking with your juices. You watched him lick his lips and savor your essence as if it was the most decadent dessert.

“You’re staring, kitten.” He smirked at you and shook his head at your brazen leering.

His pants were still undone and barely hanging on, you could see his cock straining against his pants just begging for your attention.

“Well, I have plenty to stare at,” you said as you continued to stare while he slowly dropped his pants, letting his cock spring free. You bit your lip again.

A deep growl left him as he stalked towards you. You rolled onto your back and hung your head off the bed, but he scooped you up and rotated you towards the head of the bed.

You could feel his cock against your thigh and you felt your pussy clench in anticipation. Your mouth watered at the delicious pain you knew was coming as he stretched you wide. His hands traveled up your forearms and caressed your palms before he crashed into your lips with a brutal kiss. You took a breath as he adjusted his mouth over yours and grasped his hands tightly. He widened his stance above you and used his thighs to spread your legs wide open for him.

His dick dragged up your slit and you moaned into his kiss. He smiled and hovered his mouth just above yours whispering, "Look at me." He was pleading, not asking. He needed to make that connection with you to know you were right there with him, to be sure he could keep going. Your eyes snapped to his and his desperation to be inside you was blazing hot in his crimson gaze. You nodded your head and squeezed his hands tightly as another sign of reassurance.

He reached between you and grasped his cock, rubbing the tip softly along your folds before lining himself up to your entrance. You never broke eye contact with him as he slid slowly inside you. That burn as his cock stretched your walls open was the most exquisite kind of pain and you relished that feeling, craved It sometimes. You were panting and breathless looking into his eyes and felt a hand move to cradle the side of your head. You gripped his biceps and leaned into his touch on your cheek. His hand was so warm and you became acutely aware of every place your bodies were touching. The heat between you was starting to gather in the base of your spine as another orgasm approached.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful when you take my cock like this."

He'd yet to look away from you and you could see the pride in his face as he sat fully sheathed within you. You whimpered in desperation and he smirked, "So greedy…". His hips started rolling slowly and your fingers dug further into his arms.

"Always for you, my love." You moaned as he pumped in and out of you, your hips meeting his in a perfect rhythm. The heat curling at your spine built higher and higher until it reached another crescendo and you screamed his name as another orgasm ripped through you. His tempo never stopped and he dragged out this orgasm into another one quickly. Tears leaked from your eyes once again and your body needed more and needed rest all at the same time.

"Yes, my good girl, coming twice for me like that." He praised you and your stomach and pussy fluttered in response. He leaned down to kiss you and your hands tangled into his hair instinctively. He began to fuck you slowly as he kissed you. His whole body covered yours and the weight of him on top of you was comforting. You knew he loved this too - the feel of your skin against his, your hands in his hair, your tongue in his mouth, your pussy warming his cock.

He broke the kiss and breathed heavily into your neck. Neither of you spoke, but no words were needed in this moment.                     You kissed his temple and attempted to roll over and were surprised when he didn't resist. You straddled him and began to rock your hips back and forth. Sylus grasped them and guided your hips along as you took your turn to fuck him slowly. You leaned down and buried your head in his chest as you continued your movements, feeling every inch of him inside you, but you needed more pressure. Sitting up again, you ground your hips into him giving yourself some relief for your swollen clit. His hands moved back to your breasts and his large hands kneaded them roughly as you rode him faster and faster.

"Kitten, don't come again yet." Sylus commanded suddenly in your ear as he sat up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you felt a hand grab your neck from behind. Lips met yours in a fiery kiss and he bucked up further into you causing you to cry out.

"Sylus…ohh you feel so fucking good!" Your voice was hoarse from all the crying out you have done, your body was marked and bruised from his teeth and hands, and every part of you demanded rest, but you couldn't stop. You didn't want to stop the pulsing rhythm of his cock into your pussy. His grip on you tightened and quickly rolled you over pinning you beneath him once again with your legs spread wide in the air. His hair hung in front of his face and you reached up to move it aside so you could look into his eyes.

"I don't know if I have another one in me," you whispered and brushed his hair aside from his sweat-dampened forehead.

"Ohh my beloved, I would like to challenge that notion. I know you have at least one more for me." He rested his head against yours and began to move slowly inside you once again.

He fucked you slowly again as he wrapped his arm around you from behind and pulled your hips up so he could fuck you even deeper. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he increased his pace, grunting as he rutted into you. You grasped at the sheets, bunching them into your fists and relaxed your hips into the rhythm he had set. His brow was furrowed and you could tell he was close to finishing.

"Look at me, Sy." You reached up and gently took his jaw in your hand and tilted his face to you.

Red eyes met yours and his face softened into a love drunk kind of bliss. He moved one of your legs to rest on his shoulder and tenderly kissed your ankle. His hand caressed up your calf and around to the inside of your thigh before finally finishing its journey up your body and settling on your clit. He rubbed it gently and chuckled at that loud gasp you let out at the surge of desire at his touch. His eyes met yours again and he picked up the pace. His cock moved in and out of you faster, his fingers matched the same tempo and once more you were building to a final crescendo together.

"Mine… all mine. Every part of you mine."

"Yours, Sylus. Always yours"

Your moans and his grunts filled the room and the harmonious sounds of your shared pleasure created an erotic and intimate symphony. His grip tightened on you once again and you knew this was the finale. His fingers danced on your clit and you cried out his name as you came on his cock once again, he continued fucking you to prolong your ecstasy. His hips slamming into yours and pounding into your pussy relentlessly. You clung to him with the edges of your vision hazing from the sheer intensity of him - his love and his power.

I just want you to fuck me. That's what you had told him back in the kitchen and that is exactly what he was giving you. He always gave you what you wanted…eventually.

He cried out his own release into you shortly after, your own name falling from his lips like a prayer and dropped his weight onto you. Your hands began to rub his back as you both calmed your breathing. After a few minutes, he lifted his head and kissed you softly.

"I love you, kitten."

"I love you too."

He nuzzled his nose to yours and pulled out of you. He got up and padded to the bathroom to get a towel, stopping by the closet to grab a t-shirt of his for you. He tossed you the shirt and towel then walked naked out of the room returning after a couple minutes with water and a small plate of cheese, fruit, and nuts… still naked.

"Aww! Look at you bringing me a snack!" You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as he set the plate down on the nightstand. "Oh, and some food too!"

"Yes, you're very clever sweetie." He teased, but the smile on his face told you he enjoyed your terrible joke. After you both got cleaned up and dressed, you sat across from each other with the food in between you.

"Don't you have work to do now?" You asked as you popped a grape into your mouth. He bit into an apple and spit it out in disgust, "No, I had the twins go to my meetings in my place. I wanted to be here with you instead."

"Good. I missed you." You beamed a him and your heart swelled at his confession. You had both been so busy lately, that anytime you had for each other was precious and often short-lived. You finished the charcuterie and chatted for a while catching each other up on everything that had happened while you were apart. Eventually, you let out a big yawn, stretching your arms above your head. He got up to clean up the food and you snuggled into bed. He climbed in behind you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

"Another round already?" You waggled your eyebrows at him and he laughed at your boldness. "No, sweetie, you need your rest now. Hey OTTO, lights off," he called out and the room plunged into darkness.

He nuzzled into the back of your neck and his warm breath made you drowsy. You wiggled deeper into the covers against him and whispered into the dark before drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Sylus"

"Goodnight, my love"

[felassan]

David Gaider on Alistair, under a cut for length:

"Ah, Alistair. Depending on who you ask, he's the adorable woobie with the biggest heart or the irritating, over-used man-child. Yes, he is indeed all of those things. Good characters have flaws to go with their virtues. Ugly spots. That is literally their humanity. He was a bit of a bear to write, at the outset. James (Ohlen, the first creative director on DAO) had this idea he needed to be a grizzled Warden veteran - older, distrusting. Everyone hated him instantly. I call this the Carth Onasi Problem, and suggested to James that maybe I try something else. My observation says that the characters who are generally liked the most are the supportive ones. Enthusiastic. Funny? Sometimes, sure, but that's *not* required. I need to digress. See, at the time James had this (regrettable) period where he believed everything could be derived from a formula. He even sold this idea to the founders, Ray and Greg. Google 'BioWare formula'. Anyway, how this relates is because James thought the DAO cast needed a Minsc: a comedy character who would become super popular and, ideally, the icon of DA. "Isn't that Alistair?" you ask. "Arguable," I say, "but no." James had me to up a huge list of 'comedic archetypes' and I wrote some possible dialogue for each one. Then he had the team vote. The winning archetype? The Buffoon - like Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin. James was pleased. I was not. "The problem," I said, "is I don't find the Buffoon funny." 😅"

""But you're a professional." "Sure, I *can* write him... but comedy isn't science. I need to find him funny. If I write him, the only comedy I'll mine is where he makes fun of himself." James took that on board and then passed the character onto someone else. The result? Oghren. I rest my case. So back to the supportive character: that was my thought for a new Alistair. It was a special case, after all - the DAO PC was thrust into a terrible situation. They needed someone who had their back. A bud. A *likeable* bud. I was watching Buffy at the time, and my thoughts drifted towards Xander. Now, I know Joss Whedon is persona non grata these days, but this was 2006, OK? I was watching Buffy and thought, "man, Xander is such a wasted character" and considered how to fix him. Then I realized this might work for Alistair. Plus, I wanted to see if I could replicate the Whedon vocal patter. That was the new Alistair: a more useful and likeable yet equally dorky version of Xander. We had very strict rules in DA about language: no modern speech styles, colloquialisms, any words that came into use in our world after 1900 got severe side eye... but Alistair? Alistair got a blanket pass. Was it great that the lead writer's leading man got to break the rules? I guess not, but it's my opinion that you can break those kinds of rules - selectively, in small doses. Too much and you break the illusion. And it worked. Alistair was an instant hit. Not just with the team, but with the fans."

"Confession time? Yes, I knew Goldanna wasn't meant to be Alistair's mother. But neither was Fiona, originally. I think fans caught wind of some revisionism at work, and OK it's true. I had a more Arthurian idea for his birth but I stopped liking it... yet not soon enough to go back and make edits. Should I have just left it be, left Goldanna as his mother? Maybe. It was one of those writer things I just couldn't let go of and I probably could have used someone to sit me down and go "Gaider, please. Just stop." I still like Fiona, and where I took it. But I probably shouldn't have gone there. Casting Alistair was SUCH a chore. He required a weird mix of devilish charm, but with enough sincerity and adorkableness it didn't come off as smarmy. Every audition went full smarm... until Steve Valentine up and appeared out of nowhere. In the midst of a batch of audition files, there he was. We brought Steve in "just to try out", and he pulled it off. Even the "frog time" line, which (seriously) nobody else could. And when he got to the romantic lines, Steve's voice turned into pure butter without, again, sliding into "oh, he's slightly creepy". Both Caroline and I were sold. And he was so gloriously easy to write. It's a well I'd probably return to... a bit too often, maybe? Maric, then Anders in Awakening, and then Alistair kept popping up in future games and the comics because, yes, he was pretty much the breakout comedy character of DA. Which still makes me happy. 😁 CORRECTION: Goldanna was someone Alistair thought was his *sister*, and her mother his mother. Look, it was almost twenty years ago, OK? 😅 --- I actually had a whole scene written in DAI where Fiona tells him, but the requirements were so specific for them both to be in Skyhold and it seemed like it'd be relevant only to a small small sub-section of fans (and confusing to everyone else) so it was dropped. Rightfully so, I guess."

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User: "The Buffy vibes were strong in DAO and I was very happy with that at the time. What I loved about DAO was the mix of dark themes entwined with bits of levity. That's how I like my angst. Dark, broody with a side of ha-has and y'all delivered in DAO for sure." David Gaider: "That's a me thing. I like going dark - really dark - and then pairing it with light, comedic moments. It provides peaks and valleys in the tone, and prevents either from becoming overwhelming. Hey if it worked for Shakespeare (alas, poor Yorrick), it can work for DA, right? 😉" [source]