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Dawn goes down- Vamp au lore post
This is organized the best I could think of as itâs more of a universe than a story (thereâs so much that could be done with it). Iâve drawn some aspects and others will be more explained. Will treat this like a master post so it will be updated as lore is talked about!
Long post ahead!
If you want to make anything for it (or any of my aus, headcanons etc.) go ahead! Might be my ego talking, but fjdndmdmd
Base story-
The gang are a group of nomadic vampires, they go from town to town feeding, wreaking havoc and moving on before thereâs any danger to them. Thereâs small pockets of fun but itâs a taxing existence⌠theyâre surviving more than theyâre living. 1967 they decide to settle in Tulsa for longer than a normal stay, which means more subtlety than their usual chaos and law running.
Itâs a rocky start for them as not even the oldest of them has done the âtraditionalâ Dracula method of slow feeding over a period of time off of people. As you can imagine this starts out horribly (imagine two-bit just hanging off your ceiling like a lizard. It went BAD lmao) until Dally found Buck. The two quickly entered an arrangement where Buck finds and sends food the gangs way.
As the gang becomes more settled they get more free time, Pony still loves movies. He and Johnny spend one morning out to late, confused by the darkness of the movie house â run ins with Dawn and the sun arenât anything new to them. Except this time, Johnny gets burned badly and the two of them have to take refuge under the porch of one Cherry Valance while the gang has no idea where they are.
The vampires-
The term to refer to a group of vampires would be a âBroodâ and a more permanent place theyâd stay instead of motels and RVs would be a vampire ânestâ -> theyâve currently taken up residence in the long abandoned Curtis house.
Theyâd also never use the term vampire themselves, for multiple reasons, theyâd instead say: Wanderers, drifters etc.
Vamprism isnât easy, in fact it has more constraints than it does freedomsâ it seems that way some nights anyway. Darry views it as âjust how it isâ thereâs no way out and you just have to live with it⌠thatâs what he tells Ponyboy anyway. Darry views things as just fine as long as they all stay together. [ au is simultaneously a fun time with vampires while also slightly vampirsm serves as metaphorical towards poverty/being an outsider. ]
The gang has had countless close calls with sunlight, either with shotty sun protection jobs, traveling to long or plain forgetting. Short exposure like this hurts but it wonât scar permanent unless a tad longer/precise or an incident like Dallas and his former St. Christopher.
However, the most important thing when it comes to the gang is that⌠Johnny Cade is the head vampire. It is a wonderful bit of irony that the short, scared looking Johnny is the most powerful/originator of the bunch. Him being so assuming is actually quite protective of the entire gang, and while he is the head and that earns him a certain respect and attention he isnât exactly the leader. That role has been given over to Darry similar to canon.
Vampires donât age⌠physically or mentally! While thereâs room for personal growth, change and wisdom vampires would maintain the hardwiring of their age at the time of their death. While pony is well beyond the age of 14 he still deals with bouts of irrationality/excess angst and confusion someone at the age would have.
The gang-
Johnny: Oldest of the gang and the head vampire. Takes a lower spot out of choice, despite his strength heâs scared and often quite similar to canon. After some talks he and Pony try and only eat âbad people.â
Dally: The first turned by Johnny sometime in the 1870s, he was a member of a Wild West show left for dead by a former partner. Johnny was lonely and saved his life by taking it, unknowingly Dally had on his pendant when turned leaving him scarred. Has an even greater disregard for law than he does in canon and is one of the ones to âclean upâ for the gang. Carries a knife and gun.
Pony: Turned second by Johnny, was met further down the line and they became unlikely friends as Pony just thought him to be sick. (Whether their friendship was genuine or through accidental hypnosis is unknown and forgotten). Still a quiet and thoughtful boy though a bit disruptive and quick to anger⌠heâs been 14 for a long time and that starts to wear on you. Carries a knife.
Two-bit: Third turned, this time by Dally! Met one night at some saloon (remember this is 19th century) and decided to turn him to keep him around. It was a bit of a botch job but it did work, Two isnât mad about it as heâd probably get caught cheating and die anyway⌠this is more fun. Also one of the wilder of the gang who âcleans upâ. Has two guns.
Soda: Turned fourth by Pony, Soda is his favorite person in the world and he wouldnât live forever without him. It took a lot out of pony to do this and nearly scared Soda into a second death. It took him the longest adjustment period to get used to everything and ok with it. He likes the fun he gets to have and the lack of rules. Carries a gun and a knife.
Steve: Turned fifth by Johnny for soda, who had similar reasons to pony but saw what it took out of him and wasnât about to risk it. Steveâs the designated driver of the group often whipping the RV or whatever vehicle they find down the highway, wears driving gloves and tinted goggles as they often cut it close with sunrise. Will swap with Dally when he needs a break. Carries a knife.
Darry: Served briefly as a loosely informed daytime protector (human guardian) until it got to risky. Turned sixth by Johnny for Pony, who wasnât going to have it happen again. While he was turned last he took to it the quickest, whatever it took to keep the brothers together (especially considering the state of late 19th century boy homes). Leads the gang, critical on sticking together, clean up and finding a place to stay. Carries a gun and a knife.
Pony is in a bit of a weird state with it all, he likes the gang and likes his brothers but he hates the way they have to live and how desperate it all is. Theyâll be nights where heâs out on his own where he just goes to see movies or read etc instead of taking time to feed⌠which worries Darry with how he keeps accidentally starving himself. Heâll either end up feeding him or bringing a cup or two. Since settling down things have gotten slightly better.
Humans -
Cherry : sheâs relatively the same to how she is in canon apart from having vampires take temporary refuge under her front porch. Will they be gone before she discovers them?
Buck: While he was fed off once, heâs not a âthrallâ/protector in a traditional sense though the gang will call him âRenfieldâ as a joke. Heâs under no spell (but thinks he is) theyâre just friends, he sends unruly customers, cops and competition their way occasionally as long as they bring no buzz his way.
Sandy: Sodaâs past sweetheart when he was alive who he had to leave behind. She was never fully aware what happened, just that his little brother got sick and not long after all three of them disappeared. Since the brothers were turned the latest, thereâs a possibility of her still being alive but extremely old.
Bob and Randy: Like Cherry theyâre relatively the same to their canon selves. Randy is more observant of illness and disappearances in town and Bob has horror movies on the brain, heâd never suggest vampires â lest he be seen of as insane but he has thought about it. (Unlike cherry thereâs not a lot of direct involvement)
#was a little inspired by all the auâs Iâve been seeing recently#if you make anything for it be sure to show me đ#the outsiders#outsiders#outsiders au#vampire au#dawn goes down#writing help#worldbuilding#master post#lore post#lore dump#curtis gang#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#steve randle#twobit mathews#dallas winston#johnny cade#details#outsiders fanart#outsiders fanfiction
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Please, write something about facesitting with Stan and Ford, cuz with those giant noses I know its good.
A/n: đ
Warnings: Oral sex, female receiving.
â˘Stanly Pinesâ˘
Stan love's nothing more than to eat you out though the moment you let it slip that you want to try something knew the man tease's how can he ever go back.
You're adorable, so adorable,
Stan can't help but smirk at your shy request, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation. He loves when you take control like that, itâs so damn hot.
"Anything, for you angel, though who knew you were such a naughty one."
He purrs, gently guiding you to straddle his face. His strong hands grip your hips as he eagerly starts to devour you, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of your dripping pussy.
Your cries only fueling his own desire as you tried to move, Stan's hands clutching preventing your movement as he held your hips tightly.
He moans softly against your folds, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. Stan's fingers dig into your skin as he worships you, determined to make you feel good. He loves the taste of you, the way you squirm and moan above him only fueling his desire.
You can feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin, his tongue flicking and teasing your clit with expert precision.
Stan's hands roam up your body, squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples as he continues to eat you out with fervor. Heâs completely focused on giving you pleasure, lost in the moment as he worships you like the goddess you are.
âMmm, you taste so fucking good, baby,â
Stan groans, his voice thick with desire. Heâs completely under your control, eager to please you in any way you desire. His cock strains against his jeans, desperate for release, but right now all he cares about is making you feel good.
â˘Standord Pinesâ˘
It all started in High School for Ford, he was tutoring you well doing his best as you complained about your boyfriend refusing to eat out which lead to you dumping him. You didn't know why you told him, maybe it was because you had a soft for him a crush and you were hoping that he would notice your feelings despite you being popular.
Though it didn't take long for you to try it, neither of you had experience and looking back on it, you couldn't help but chuckle at your first time with Ford though that night lead down the road of your experience with your six fingered lover.
Ford had gotten better, more experienced with sex when it came to you. One particular memory came to mind, you two were running from some asshole on some planet and one thing lead to another as the man had you pinned to the wall. Bottom's gone, panties hanging off your ankle as your legs draped themselves across your lovers shoulders.
You head hitting the wall as your eyes closed shut as your fingers wove through his hair. "That prick in the bar said he could eat me out better?" You had a teasing tone to your voice but you wanted to see Ford's reaction.
Ford's eyes darken with possessiveness and desire as he hears your words, as his glasses nearly slip off his face . His hand tightens on your waist as he adjusted your legs so you were more comfortable
âLike that bastard knows you like I do! I am going to show you what itâs like to be worshipped properly,â his voiced muffled by your thigh, his breath hot against your skin. The hunger in his eyes is undeniable as he eagerly waits for you to take control and give him what he craves.
Ford groans softly as you settle on his face, feeling the warmth and weight of you on him. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you into the perfect position as his tongue eagerly darts out to taste you. He moans in delight, the vibrations sending shivers through you as he starts to worship you like you deserve.
His tongue explores every inch of you, licking and sucking with skill and precision. He's relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, making sure you feel nothing but bliss under his ministrations. The sounds of your moans and gasps only fuel his desire, and he's determined to make you unravel completely with his touch.
Your fingers gripping his hair, tugging at the silver strands, your eyes squeezing tightly shut.
He devours you with a hunger that matches his possessiveness, wanting to show you just how good it can be when you're with someone who truly cherishes you. And in this moment, with you on top of him, he's proving just how much he adores you. He may no longer be that fumbling teenager but Ford loves you and he'll always make sure you know.
#drabbles#drabble#smut#gravity falls#ford#ford pines#ford pines x reader#ford x reader#stan#stan pines#stan pines x reader#stanly pines#stanly pines x reader#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls x you
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simon getting jealous over another coworker flirting with his work wife ? đ
i had tew much fun writing this lmao
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you donât know how it happened, one second there was a recruit standing before you, and in the next you were shoved against the stretcher, tactical pants and panties pooled between your legs as simon bent you over to fuck his thick cock into you.
wellâyou do know how it happened, but it was so quick it left you dizzy.
anderson had been brought in by two other recruits, limping and grunting as they plopped him onto the medical bed. a deep gash on his upper thigh from one of the other recruits knicking his skin during practice.
it was deep, and angryâyour fingers itching to patch him up as you ripped open a bigger hole on his tactical pants to get the wound cleaned. âyou shouldnât have let it get this far, anderson.â
âitâs sanders.â
you blinked up at him, a small frown on your lips, âpardon?â
âitâs sandersânot anderson.â
heat bloomed on your cheeks, the newest batch of recruits had been here for four months already and you were positive youâd only ever addressed him incorrectly. you cleared your throat, embarrassed. âiâm sorryââ
âitâs no big deal, iâm sure you can make up for it.â
your nerves flared as he cut you off, at what the grimy smirk on his face was insinuating. you couldnât hold back the grimace on your face as you worked on patching him up and getting him out of your work space.
through the annoyance and blood pumping in your ears, you missed the big bulk of your lieutenant sliding into your space.
sanderâs voice dropped lower, in what you assumed was his way of being seductive, âdonât be like that, honey.â
you forced yourself to not be overly rough with the way you were cleaning the gash on his thigh, fingers working methodically on his wound.
âi can show you a real good time.â and then his fingers were threading through your hair, the shock causing you to jostle as he tangled his fingers in the root of your hair to tug your neck upwards.
your heart pumped in anger, ready to yell at him to fuck offâto not fucking touch you. but simon beat you to it.
âget yâr fucking hands off my wife.â
the growl in simonâs voice had you tensing yet melting at the same time. shivers running down your back and heat coiling in your belly.
sanders scrambled upwards, back tense and eyes wide. you stumbled backwards, simon steadying you by placing a thick hand on your waist and pulling you to him.
âlieutenant rileyâi had no idea, she didnât-i didnât know she was your wife.â
simonâs chest was practically vibrating with his anger, snarling down at the man in front of you like a rabid dog. heat bloomed between your thighs, clit aching at his proximity, at the way he protected you.
âi dânt give two fucks what you knowâget the fuck out of here.â
you had never seen someone leave your quarters faster, sanders left running like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
your body sagged into simonâs, relief filling you from the inside out as his fingers trailed over you. searching.
âyou alright, sweetheart?â
you nod, heart thrumming and trying to wrap your head around what happened, âi need words, baby. talk to me. did heâdid he do anything, touch you more than he didââ
you turned in his arms, face burying into his chest to breathe in his scent. âmâfine, he didnât-i just canât believe he had the nerve.â
simonâs eyes raked over you behind his skull mask. assessing, trying to make sure you really were alright. âiâm fine, simon. i swear. and feeling so much better because youâre here.â
he took a few more seconds to look you over, calloused finger gripping your throat gently and rubbing his gloved thumb over your jaw.
âalmost fuckinâ killed him fâr touching you.â
a small laughed bubbled in your throat, leaning into him, âiâm almost positive he pissed himself. never seen you look so scary.â
his fingers loosened on your throat gently, âdid i scare you?â his voice was awfully raw, almost vulnerable.
âno. thought it was hot, honestly.â
one of his fingers twitched gently, pressing into you more firmly and you felt his cock. hard and full against your belly as he walked the two of you backwards. âyeah?â
âmhm, wouldâve let you bent me over right in front of him if he hadnât run off.â
simonâs rough voice caused heat to coil in your belly as he turned you over. pressing your back down to bend you over as his cock pressed against your ass, âmânot someone who likes to share, sweetheart.â
your back arched into him, pressing your ass harder against his cock before he pinned your back down with a heavy palm and used his other one to unbutton your pants. âthink you need to make that clear for everyone else then.â
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hide and seek
summary: your best friend chan finds you've been fantasizing about him and decides to turn those ideas into reality... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: *cracks knuckles* cnc/primal play, wolf/bunny roleplay, mention of safewords, traffic lights system (yellow used), hide and seek, mentions of pee, chasing scenario, blowjob mouthfucking, hair-grabbing, degradation, leg cramping, knees hurting, kinda realistic, unprotected sex, missionary but he holds reader down, pet names, daddy kink (like once), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, discussion of future scenario đ author's note: this will be the first part in a series, i haven't decided yet how many parts, maybe three? stay tuned if you're interested đ¤ part two & part three word count: 2.5k
Chan simply asks you if he can use your laptop while youâre having a shower since his battery died and he really needs to check something work-related real quick. After doing so, he canât help but notice the recently opened pages. He doesnât mean to pry, really. But itâs right there. And a quick look into his best friendâs mind couldnât hurtâŚcould it?
He is immediately captivated by this story youâve apparently written and keep hidden in the drafts of your blog. Itâs soâŚsexy and unlike anything youâve ever talked to him about.
âDumb little bunny, thinking you can get away from me,â the big bad wolf growls in the bunnyâs ear.
The bunny whimpers helplessly, trying to escape the wolfâs strong grasp but to no avail.
The wolf takes the bunny from behind mercilessly, biting her neck and using her to please his needs...
What comes at the end of the story is what shocks him the most.
âChris, pleaseâŚâ
Huh? Which Chris? Chris Evans? Or maybe Hemsworth? As far as he remembers, you have always been more of a Sebastian Stan and Tom Hiddleston kinda girl butâŚpeople change, he supposes.
Until it hit him. His name is also Chris! And people do compare him to a wolfâŚBut no, it couldnât beâŚThere is no way his best friend is writing stories fantasizing about him.
UnlessâŚ
He canât imagine going on with his life without knowing the answer. So, Chan waits impatiently until you are done with your shower.
âEverything good with your work thing?â you ask him calmly once you return to your room.
âYeah, all is good. But I found something way more interesting on your laptop,â Chan blurts out meaningfully.
The expression on your face is enough of an answer. You look completely mortified, like a true bunny that is waiting to be devoured.
âI forgot to clear my history, didnât I?â you murmur even though you already know what Chan has seen.
âThat story wasnât about Chris Evans, was it?â Chan wants to know though he suspects what the truth is.
You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, which takes him by surprise. Gripping his hand tightly, you look so cute and pitiful. He wants to ruin you. Wait, when did those feelings show up?
âI know it was wrong, Channie, believe me. But I just couldnât help myself, okay? Nothing else helps me get off but this fantasy. I promise I wonât do it again, please donât end our friendship! You mean the world to me, Iâm so so sorry!â
âEnd our friendship?â he is completely stunned by your train of thought. âWhy would I? I mean, you never meant for me to see it, so I think itâs okay to have certainâŚfantasies. But now that I did see it, I canât stop thinking about it.â
âWe donât have to talk about it, if it makes you uncomfortable,â you suggest.
âYouâre right, we donât have to talk about it. But how about I make those scenarios come to life?â
âHuh? You want to what now?â you canât believe what youâre hearing.
âIt canât be satisfying, dealing with all these frustrations by yourself.â
âIt really isnâtâŚâ you confess.
âThen, let me take care of you. Thatâs what friends are for, right?â Chan chuckles.
âLet me get this straight, you wanna re-enact my freaky fantasies while still staying friends?â
âUm, sure, why not?â
You would be a fool to agree. This could mess up everything. But you would be an even bigger fool to reject his tempting offer.
âIâm in.â
âGreat! Then, should we discuss boundaries and safewords and stuff?â
âNo boundaries, no safewords, you can do whatever you like to me, I donât care.â
âThis isnât right. What if I want to use a safeword?â
Oh. That thought never crossed your mind but perhaps it should have.
âHow about thisâŚif I want a scene to end, Iâll say red. I know you said you donât need one, but just in case, feel free to use it. If we want to just pause for a bit, then yellow. Green is good to go. Am I clear?â
âYes, sir. I mean, Chan. I mean, uhhhâŚdo you want me call you something specific?â
âWhatever you like, babygirl,â he reassures you and pats your cheek. âDo you want to give this a try rightaway? Unless youâve got other plansâŚâ
âNo way, letâs do this!â you practically jump at the opportunity.
âAlright. Iâll give you one minute to hide anywhere in this house. After that, I can do whatever I like to you.â
His words make you so thrilled that your heart threatens to escape from your chest because itâs beating louder than ever.
âIf you find me,â you tease.
âOh, I will,â Chan swears. âNow, run.â
You sprint out of your room and down the stairs, as he starts the countdown.
âSixtyâŚfifty-nineâŚâ
Where should you hide? The living room doesnât have any good hiding spots and neither does the kitchen. Under the table is too obvious. Your room would have been a good option but Chan is currently there, so itâs out of the question. The bathroom is right next to it, so once again, not a great idea. Then, it hits you. The basement! You donât remember ever showing it to Chan so it will take him more time to think of it. You go through the door and run down another set of stairs leading to the basement. You see the perfect spot. A vintage wooden chest that just happens to be empty and is big enough to fit you if you squeeze in.
Okay, maybe not comfortable but you can survive in there for a couple of minutes. Once youâve tucked yourself inside and closed the lid, you are suddenly hoping that Chan finds you quickly. Whatever he does to you canât be worse than this tiny space. You didnât know you had claustrophobia but in this very moment, you do. You canât hear him from down here so you imagine he is looking through the other rooms first. After what feels like eternity, you finally hear steps. You are grateful that you recently peed before getting in the shower because the current situation would have undoubtedly made you wet your pants. As the steps approach, you begin to worry. What if it isnât Chan? What if youâd forgotten to lock the door and now a complete stranger comes in to take advantage of you? No, these thoughts are irrational and make you want to use the bathroom. Ugh.
âIâll give you ten seconds to come out and Iâll go easy on you.â
Chanâs voice both comforts you and freaks you out even more. Youâre not coming out, alright. This spot was great! He can do whatever he wants to you.
âThreeâŚtwoâŚone,â Chan finishes counting and opens the chestâs lid.
You look up at him, eyes blinking to adjust to the light. He pulls you out of it roughly.
âLast chance. Run.â
But then, you realize you were squeezed into that tiny space for so long that your leg had cramped up. You canât possibly run right now.
âUm, sorry but yellow,â you feel like an idiot. You had said you donât need a safeword and yetâŚ
âWhatâs wrong?â Chanâs threatening gaze immediately softens and he rubs your elbow gently.
âI didnât think Iâd get a leg cramp in this freaking box,â you admit, ashamed of yourself as you shake your legs in an attempt to relax muscles.
âOh, sweetheart,â Chan coos at you and helps you massage your leg. âWanna call it a day?â
âHell nah. Just, no more running, please.â
âSure, thatâs fine by me.â
âSorry for ruining the mood.â
Chan shakes his head.
âYou could never.â
âOkay, I think Iâm good now,â you assure him.
âScene?â
âScene.â
âDid you really think you can escape me? Dumb little bunnyâŚâ Chan tsks at you and you feel your knees giving out. You need him so bad itâs not even funny anymore.
âPlease, donât hurt me, Mr. Wolf,â you plead with him even though every cell in your being would be glad to be on the receiving end of his anger.
âOh, but whereâs the fun in that? You shouldâve locked your door to keep me out.â
If you tell him that you want him inside would it be too out of character for a scared bunny?
âIâll do anything,â you promise crying. âI wonât tell a soul.â
âYouâll do anything regardless,â Chan smirks devilishly and grabs your hair harshly, pushing you to your knees. With his free hand, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, wasting no time in pulling his cock out of his confines and stuffing your mouth full.
Fuck, your knees already hurt, probably because of that stupid chest but you choose to ignore the discomfort for now because this feeling of being dominated like that is too good to let go of.
âThatâs it, take it like the useless cumslut you are,â Chan speaks degradingly but youâve never been wetter before.
You wish you could say you are doing your best to give him a blowjob but the truth is you are not doing much, his hips thrusting forward aggressively, his hands gripping your hair. Your mouth is nothing but a cumdump for him. Your eyes are watering, vision is blurred. Your throat hurts too but it is nothing compared to the burning feeling in your knee. It is in that moment you realize that you didnât discuss a signal for a situation where you canât speak. You rack your brain for an alternative and remember that some subs opt for pinching their domâs skin in an attempt to communicate discomfort. You really donât want this to end butâŚ
As you are overthinking this, you realize Chanâs already released his seed inside of your mouth and you are left with no choice but to swallow it up like the greedy cumwhore you are. Only for him, though.
His cock softens in his mouth but he doesnât immediately pull out and only then, do you remember what youâve been about to do.
You pinch his thigh lightly, looking up with moist, pleading eyes.
âWhat is it, darling?â Chan needs to know, taking a step back.
âHelp me stand, please,â your voice is hoarse.
âDid I hurt you?â he asks as he grips your hands and leads you to sit for a while on the stupid chest responsible for your current pain. Okay, maybe, you brought this upon yourself but whatever.
âNo, you were perfect, itâs just that my knees hurt. Fucking dumb wooden thing,â you grunt in frustration, punching it with your tiny fist.
Chan chuckles and strokes your hair comfortingly in complete contrast to how he was pulling it mere seconds ago. Then, he pulls you into his arms for a sweet hug.
âSorryâŚIâm killing the mood again, arenât I?â you pout.
âNot at all. Remember youâre in charge of whatever happens between us. You wanna pause, we pause. You wanna stop, we stop. I would hate myself if this doesnât feel as good for you as it does for me.
âYou feel good?â
âAre you kidding? Do you think Iâd offer just anyone to fulfil their fantasies hidden in their drafts?â Chan laughs fondly.
âIâm glad you think so,â you smile at him gratefully. âIâm better now so if youâre still on board, we can continue.â
âIâm on board but let me come up with a new plan. I was thinking of fucking you doggy style but now thatâs out of the question with your knee situation.â
Hearing him speak out loud what he was planning to do to you sends shivers down your spine. Damn it, maybe you should have just hidden under the table.
âHow do you feel about missionary?â Chan inquires.
âWouldnât it be too intimate for the kind of scenario weâre doing?â you are doubtful.
âNot if I hold you down,â Chan murmurs smugly.
âOh. Well, thenâŚlike I said, you can do whatever you like.â
âAction?â
âAction,â you confirm.
Chan wastes no time in pulling you up from your sitting position and pushing you down on the cold floor. Heâs holding your wrists with one hand and undressing you with the other. Scratch that. Heâs tearing your dress apart. It was never one of your faves.
âW-what are you d-doing?â you mewl at him.
âShut the fuck up,â Chan commands.
He doesnât bother with stretching you out because he sees youâre already soaking wet for him. Instead, he forces his thick cock inside of your tiny pussy.
Only this time, your screams are real and youâre not at all pretending.
âT-too b-big, it h-hurts,â you cry out.
âYou can take it, bunny,â Chan says confidently.
You know that you can put an end to this with one simple word but damn, does it feel incredible to be stuffed full by your best friendâs large manhood.
âShh,â he whispers in your ear. âThisâll feel so much better if you relax fâme.â
Youâre trying, really. But itâs too much you feel like heâll split you in half. Okay, maybe not a bad way to go but still.
âD-daddy, it h-hurts so m-much,â you slur mindlessly.
Wait, what did you just say?
âDaddy, huh? Easy, babybun, your wolf dadâs gonna take good care of you, I promise,â Chanâs words send you into overdrive and you come around his cock, your thighs are shaking and youâre arching your back. You canât think anymore, you just need to be with him stuck in this moment forever. Soon enough, he releases his cum inside of your pussy.
You want to beg him to stay there for a while but you are too weak to speak.
Instead, Chan uses his fingers to push back the cum inside of your tiny pussy.
âGotta make it stick. Will my bunny have my wolf puppies, huh?â
Oh? So, heâs that kind of guy. Well, you canât say you mind...Besides, youâve talked about this before and youâre on the pill so whatever he says is just for the sake of the scenario. Right?
âWas this okay?â Chan intends to find out and judging by his soft tone that is just begging to be praised you can tell that the scene is over.
âYou did amazing, Chris,â you sigh wistfully and kiss his cheek.
âBetter than your fantasies?â
âYou have no idea.â
âSoâŚwhen can we do something like this again?â
âGee, let me have some water, at least,â you joke but your best friend (?) takes it literally and scoops you up in his arms, heading towards the stairs.
âWait, where are we going?â
âTo get you water, of course. And have a bath. And then to bed.â
Fuck. Maybe staying friends will be more complicated than you initially thought.
Once youâve both been hydrated, washed up and dried out, you are cuddled in your bed, sharing snacks.
âDo you want to try something more extreme next week?â Chan asks casually. As if what you just did wasnât already pretty intense.
âUm, sure? What exactly did you have in mind?â
âKind of an outside setting. It will take some planning to make sure there arenât other people butâŚit just came to mind while we were in the basement.â
âTell me more about it,â you blink curioisly and put your hand on top of his.â
âSoâŚhow do you feel about being chased in a forest?â
To be continuedâŚ
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A Million Kisses - Arthur Leclerc x Reader
Summary: You and Arthur have spent your entire life terrorising Charles. But when he turns the tables on you, bringing up a topic youâve largely ignored since your teenaged years, the dynamic changes.
Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Bullying Charles
2024 timeline. Pinterest pics. Childhood friends to lovers trope
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scuderiaferrari just friday thingsÂ
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pierregasly you all know whatâs coming
user1 oh dear, not a charles post
its_yn_ln another day, another thirst trap. bet he posted this himself
arthur_leclerc not what i wanted to see when i opened up my phoneÂ
â its_yn_ln agreed, i think iâve gone blindÂ
user2 every charles post summons yn and and arthur
arthur_leclerc whereâs the carlos content? only reason i followed
â charles_leclerc iâd like both of you to piss off
â its_yn_ln thatâs not a nice way to talk to your fansÂ
alexandrasaintmleux đ
â its_yn_ln did charles force you to write that so that it seemed like somebody liked him?
â arthur_leclerc donât be silly, yn. he took her phone and wrote it himselfÂ
user3 not the terror twins at it again
user4 poor charles has been suffering from this ever since he joined f1
â user5 and prior, it just wasn't as well documented lolÂ
user6 i bet charles begs admin to cancel his posts because he lives in fear of the comments
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charles_leclerc beach daysÂ
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pierregasly looking good, brother (but iâm praying for you for when they see this)Â
its_yn_ln and i thought narcissus loved himselfÂ
â charles_leclerc i miss the days before arthur befriended youÂ
â arthur_leclerc so before we were both born?
â charles_leclerc exactlyÂ
scuderiaferrari making the most of summer break
â user7 heâs actually begging for you to take him back so that he doesnât have to spend another minute with yn and arthurÂ
its_yn_ln put your chitties awayÂ
â user8 when people ask me what my fav part of f1 is, i show them ynâs commentsÂ
arthur_leclerc not shown is charles eating waves every two secondsÂ
â charles_leclerc still did better than you. you wouldnât stop staring at yn long enough to concentrate on the wavesÂ
â user9 what did he sayyyy
â user10 my ynarthur heart is screaming
â user11 um, guys, who else thinks thereâs truth to this
â user12 no because they have NEVER let charles have the last comment yet neither clap back at this??
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its_yn_ln as charles once said, beach days âď¸ although my post is better because it has me and arthur in itÂ
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arthur_leclerc anything is better with us and not charlesÂ
â its_yn_ln more fun tooÂ
â arthur_leclerc thatâs just me, chĂŠrie
â user14 iâm not screaming, you areÂ
alexandrasaintmelux belle fille
â its_yn_ln pas comparĂŠ Ă toi. still not sure what youâre doing with charles
â alexandrasaintmleux doesnât she look gorgeous @/arthur_leclerc?
â arthur_leclerc you and charles deserve each other
charles_leclerc and no thank you to the brother who lent you his yacht for your date?Â
â alexandrasaintmleux bĂŠbĂŠ, it is not a date? remember they made it quite clear
â charles_leclerc all iâm saying is i do not look at or touch my friends like thatÂ
â joris_trouche be weird if you did
â charles_leclerc see @/its_yn_ln weirdÂ
â its_yn_ln blockedÂ
francisca.cgomes stunning
â its_yn_ln marry me?
â pierregasly @/arthur_leclerc come get your girlÂ
â its_yn_ln donât you fucking startÂ
oscarpiastri was he holding your hand so you didnât fall into the water?
â arthur_leclerc itâs what any good friend would doÂ
user15 yn and arthur seem to be getting awfully defensive lately đ
â user16 no. theyâve always talked about how annoying it is to be accused of being more than friends so how about you donât contribute to thatÂ
â user17 yeah but things between them seem to be different lately and now the drivers are publicly commenting on it?Â
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arthur_leclerc from 2 months to 22 years. itâs been a delight to share every special moment with you. happy birthday, mon problème đĽłđ¤
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its_yn_ln i canât believe you dug out that baby photo đ i look forward to another year with you by my side x
its_yn_ln although waking up to find out you had broken into my apartment and filled it with balloons was a bit of a shock
â charles_leclerc you might need to get used to seeing that ugly mug first thing in the morning
â user1 what does this mean?!Â
lilymhe okay but the tiara and the shades? iconic
â its_yn_ln iâm an icon
â charles_leclerc thatâs not how you translate divaÂ
alexandrasaintmleux happy birthday, yn. canât wait to see you at dinner later
â its_yn_ln can my birthday present be you leaving charles at home?
pierregasly happy birthday, yn. drinks on me later
â its_yn_ln okay, youâre forgiven for teaming up with charles
â pierregasly iâm not team charles. iâm team ynarthur
â charles_leclerc we had shirts made
â arthur_leclerc not today, guys.Â
â user2 oo he used a full stop. heâs pissed
user3 guys, do we think the baby is just a phrase like âchaos babyâ or a pet name?
user4 arthur truly is the epitome of âif he wanted to, he wouldâ
â user5 never saw him put in this much effort for any of his previous relationships but yn gets the full princess treatmentÂ
user6 anyone else see that arthur liked @/PastryManâs tweet about yn
â user7 okay but letâs not read too much into it. he could just appreciate the compliment fans are giving to his best friend instead of the usual hate people associated with drivers getÂ
â user8 also, he was likely highly intoxicated last night lol. pr training vanishes at that point
â user9 or, hear me out, like his brother and close friends are suggesting, heâs in love with ynÂ
user10 okay but proof or it didnât happen @/NoRizz. you wouldnât be the first one to spread gossip about driversÂ
â user11 okay, i take back my previous comment. i have since seen proof
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charles_leclerc letâs take a moment to appreciate my photography skills. (oh, and the fact that i am a genius and should not be doubted or ridiculed again) tagged: its_yn_ln, arthur_leclercÂ
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its_yn_ln insert âi am stupidâ charles radio here. even YOU think youâre stupid and like you said, we shouldnât argue with youÂ
â charles_leclerc i hate youÂ
â its_yn_ln okay but i distinctly remember you asking to be my maid of honour yesterday soâŚ? fake newsÂ
arthur_leclerc canât really boast about your photography skills when these are all grainy/blurryÂ
â charles_leclerc i hate youÂ
â arthur_leclerc you literally cried when you caught us sleeping
â its_yn_ln so loud that it woke us upÂ
â user12 he really is their #1 stan
francisca.cgomes the cutest coupleÂ
â pierregasly what about us?
â its_yn_ln you donât deserve her
â pierregasly what did i do?Â
â pierregasly you should be thanking us! if not for our torment, you and arthur never wouldâve been forced to confront your feelings
lilymhe tell that man to get his hands off my wife
â its_yn_ln look away! it was a moment of weaknessÂ
â arthur_leclerc sheâs loved me for 22 years. sheâs only known you for 5, back off
its_yn_ln bĂŠbĂŠ, why is your brother so obsessed with us?
â arthur_leclerc he has nothing better to do
â charles_leclerc merde, i thought sucking each otherâs faces would keep you too preoccupied to attack me
â arthur_leclerc never
â its_yn_ln well, maybe if you stopped taking pics of us when we did, weâd be more inclined toÂ
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If It All Fell (11)
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary:Â If it all fell apartâif you forgot who you wereâwould you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Angst, pining
a/n: Omg guysss it's been months but here it is!!! I'm so happy and excited to share this chapter â¤ď¸ Things are slowly coming to a close with this story, but don't you fret because there are still some big plans đ The POV bops around a little in the chapter because I just want to capture a lot. Well, enjoy!! Thank you for waiting for me :)
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Nesta Archeron was glaring at you from the other side of the room. The icy stare was a stark contrast to the warm, jubilant nature of those around you, and you found yourself continuously edging into Azrielâs side to avoid the harshness. If the Shadowsinger noticed your growing distressâwhich you were sure he didâhe didnât make it known. He only allowed you to get closer, subtly shifting his arm to accommodate your movement.Â
Feyre was speaking on the other side of you, retelling a light-hearted story about the creation of her art studio. You had been part of the construction and she was more than happy to share that information with you.Â
Meeting her had been immeasurably easier than meeting Nesta.Â
âIâm so happy youâve been feeling well enough to do this,â Feyre smiled, her hand on your arm starling you out of your game of avoidance. âIâve missed seeing you. I know we all have. Elain was furious that she couldn't make it. She got caught up on the outskirts of the continent with Lucien.âÂ
You took a calming breath in through your nose and shifted your gaze away from the chair Nesta was occupying. âLucien?âÂ
Azirelâs low tone rumbled at your shoulder. âElainâs mate. He has an interesting story. Iâll tell you more about it later.âÂ
And you trusted that he would.Â
Since the night the two of you shared, Azriel had become an open book. He had spent half of that night making you privy to the story you sharedâhow you met, how the bond snapped, and his subsequent idiocy of keeping it from you while you knew the entire time. That point had sent you into a fit of laughter because obviously you would have known. Your magic revolved around parsing out lies and secrets.Â
Coming to terms with that truth also helped you better understand the bond itself.Â
Azriel had explained that the cauldron found mates in equals, pairing the souls of those that matched. It had been confusing for you to make a connection between Azriel and yourself. He was an Illyrian with forceful wings and so much power that it needed to be contained in the azure siphons lining his body.
But then, on a particularly quiet night, Azriel had shared his role in Rhysandâs court. His words had been cloaked in reproach as if sharing that piece of him would send you running. You had listened with rapt attention and pieced together the truth of your bond.Â
Azriel was the spymaster, and you were the truthteller.Â
It also helpedâpresumablyâthat Azriel had gotten into the habit of telling you how much he loved you. Regularly.
He never expected anything following his declarations and never even gave you enough time to think of a response, but he said the words so openly. Handing you breakfast, taking a walk along the Sidra, in between stories from your life; Azriel always said I love you as if he didnât mean to, like he was making up for lost time.Â
You hadnât said it back yet.Â
Maybe youâd thought it.Â
âThereâs also a book club that I know has been eagerly waiting for your returnââÂ
âSo youâve really lost your memory?â Nestaâs biting tone cut her sister off. You snapped your gaze over to the piercing eyes youâd been avoiding.Â
âUmââ
âRather convenient, how cuddled up you are with the spymaster when the rest of us havenât even seen you. What progression does that show?âÂ
âNes,â Cassian chided from beside her.Â
Something heavy made your chest hurtâembarrassment, you parsed out. You leaned away from the warm chest you found comfort in and glanced at Cassianâs exasperated expression as he stared at his mate.Â
âWhat? You all have been hiding her away with your typical ploy of protecting her. Why hasnât she been training with the Valkyries? Who gets to decide when sheâs let out for a walk? I presume Rhysand is one of her handlers? Iâd ask him but he refuses to speak to me about it and doesnât show his face unless absolutely necessary.âÂ
âThatâs enough,â Azriel cut through. Youâd put about an inch of space between the two of you and the missing contact was glaringly apparent.Â
âIs it? Youâre making her weak.âÂ
âNesta, we werenât here the first time this happened. We have no idea what she needs,â Feyre argued, squaring her shoulders towards her sister.Â
Nesta only scoffed. âWell, clearly, she needs something else because she still has no memory.âÂ
âI donât know whatâs going on with you right now, but cool it,â Cassian commanded.Â
Sharp features ran over your form, analyzing your every move as the conflict continued. You felt exposed, belittled under Nestaâs gaze, and the fae only sharpened the lines of her eyes the more you squirmed. Azriel closed the space between you again, covering your knee with his hand, and Nestaâs jaw worked at the movement.Â
You wanted to say something, maybe defend yourself, but you were afraid to open your mouth and be ridiculed. Everyone had said you were friends with Nesta. They had described her prickly personality but said you had been fast friends. They said she had been asking about you.Â
You breathed through your nose and pressed your lips together.Â
âSheâs gotten memories back, Nesta. We were told itâs a slow process,â Feyre reasoned, attempting to lower the tone of the room as Azrielâs shadows became restless.Â
âRight. And they all happen to be memories of the precious Inner Circle. Another agenda Iâm sure was purposeful.âÂ
That was true. Youâd gotten back a handful of memories now, all with either Azriel, Cassian, Rhys, or Mor involved, but those were the only people you knew. And they were all distant memories made centuries ago. You had no new context and had started to assume that this process would be chronological. Sort of.Â
âWe are introducing things slowly,â Azriel all but gritted out, his presence large and looming at your back. âEven the process of getting those few memories hasnât been pleasant. Based on what we understood we thought it would be better ifââÂ
âItâs always what you think. She isnât yours, Azriel,â Nesta fought, gripping the arms of her chair in a punishing hold.Â
âCareful, NestaââÂ
âYouâre scared.â Your voice was sure but quiet as it silenced the room. You stared at Nesta, brows furrowed, and watched the tells of her fear emanate from her. âWhy are you scared?âÂ
Nesta looked jarred, affronted. She glowered at you. âI am not scared.â
âI can see it. I donât understand it, but I can see it.â You met her eyes and something looked different about themâsomething searching. âIs it about me?âÂ
The room tensed, air becoming still.Â
Nesta stood abruptly. You straightened your back and were halfway up to follow her, a confusing urge leading you to comfort the woman who obviously did not like you, when pain took your breath away. You faltered, feet failing as you shot them out to balance your wavering posture. You fell forward instead, the ground a harsh pain against your knees.Â
AzrielÂ
Azriel was so quick to find your side, any vitriol lingering in the room no longer his concern. He pulled you against him and slotted your head in his neck as a whine left your lips.Â
âWhatâs wrong with her?â Nesta asked, harshness tinged with underlying urgency.Â
He had known she was scaredâeveryone knew thatâbut you voicing it had made it real, and Nesta was not one to put that out in the open. In another life, just a few months difference, you would have confronted her privately. But you didnât know.Â
âSheâs remembering,â Azriel muttered, holding you closer as your body became dead weight against his. This part always sent terror shooting through him, but he was getting better at containing it. You needed him to be calm.
âDoes she always collapse? You didnât think toââÂ
âNesta,â Feyre interrupted, placing a gentle hand on her sisterâs arm. The High Lady shook her head with a wince.Â
Azriel watched the interaction with lidded eyes, his hands pressed to your head and back. He knew you would come to within a few minutes. Sometimes it took longer and you were far more dazed then, but heâd be willing to sit here for as long as you needed.Â
âIâll get the compress,â Cassian declared, kicking up from his chair with a parting hand on Nestaâs shoulder. âTake it easy. It can be difficult when she wakes up.âÂ
Nesta crossed her arms and shifted her weight between her feet as Azriel repositioned you on the ground. He looked down at your face, the way your eyes moved behind the lids, and then tucked you back into his chest. He reminded himself that this was something good; last time you remembered the first kiss you had had with him.Â
A turn of silence overcame the sitting room and Feyre excused herself to check up on Nyx. Nesta stayed, using Cassianâs return as her weak excuse.Â
âHow longââÂ
âSheâs okay, Nesta,â Azriel said, voice low. âI know it doesnât seem like it, but sheâs okay. You need to give her time.âÂ
Nestaâs brow furrowed and she bit the side of her cheek. âYou all have made her weak. She doesnât need to be coddled.âÂ
âShe does. For now. That doesnât make her weakâto need people.âÂ
Azriel moved your hair off your forehead as a harsh breath left your nose. You didnât wake yet.Â
âShe would hate itâbeing treated like glass.âÂ
âI know,â Azriel admitted. âShe hates it now. But, as Feyre said, you werenât there before. This is nothing compared to how we were then.âÂ
âI havenât seen her in months.â Nestaâs voice was smaller as she dropped to the ground beside Azriel. âShe looked so⌠timid when she came in. She was never like that.âÂ
Azriel let out a sigh and held Nestaâs gaze. âI know how this feels, but you canât⌠you canât blame her for this. You canât punish her, Nesta. She needs you, too.âÂ
âShe hasnât needed me this entire time, obviously. That was decided rather quickly.âÂ
Azriel sighed again, but before he could help his sister sort out the myriad of emotions he knew she was feeling, you groaned and the sound rattled against his skin. The Shadowsinger pulled you away from his body but kept his arms holding you up. Your lashes slowly fluttered before you pressed your palm into your eye socket.Â
âGods, ow,â you complained. âI hate that part.âÂ
Azriel offered you a melancholy laugh and brushed his lips along your foreheadâalways stolen touches with him. âIâm sorry, my love.â He paused, sending a sidelong glance toward Nesta. The younger fae was frozen in place. âCan I get you anything?âÂ
âThe cold compress, maybe?âÂ
âCass is already on it. Heâll be back soon.â Another pause as you gathered your bearings. Azriel rubbed soothing circles into any skin he could reach. âShare now or later?âÂ
The question was routine now. Some memories were easy for you to share, spouting them off as soon as you woke up like in the case of the first kiss you had learned about three days ago. Others hurt as if you were reliving them in the moment, like when Rhys was taken under the mountain or when you remembered the pain of Day Court.Â
So Azriel would wait, and then he would ask.Â
And if he needed to hold you as you cried afterward, he would do that, too.Â
Your tongue darted out to wet your drying lips and then your expression pinched. You sat up fully to examine the room, still disoriented if Azriel could tell anything by the rapid way your eyes moved, but you were looking for somethingâor someone, maybe.Â
When you looked over your shoulder and found Nestaâs frozen form, recognition shone in your hazy eyes.Â
âI remembered you,â you revealed. You twisted from Azrielâs grip to sit on the floor before her. âWe were talking. Or, I was talking and you were⌠angry at me for something. We were in a terribly awful apartment. I think it was yours.â Your brows came together as you searched through the memory. You looked back up. âYou were afraid then too.âÂ
Azriel didnât have a moment to protest before Nesta had her arms thrown around your shoulders, her grip on your sweater visibly unshakeable. You had to stabilize a hand behind you to keep upright, and even though Azriel knew your head throbbed after getting a memory back, you didnât make a sound.Â
âYouâre going to be fine,â Nesta angrily demanded, sounding as if she were placing a curse. âYou are stronger than this.âÂ
A minute ticked by, and then another. Azriel sat idly by as Nesta held you against her and you held her back without as much context, but just as tightly.Â
âWell,â Cassian re-entered the sitting room, cold compress held loosely in his hand. âThis seems to be going better.âÂ
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A few days after meeting, and somewhat understanding, Nesta Archeron, you found yourself on a walk with Azriel following the resurfacing of a particularly painful memory. It was something from the warâAzriel was hurt, barely alive, and you were helpless and miles away from him. The memory was mostly just remnants of pain and fear, and it had taken Azriel fifteen minutes to calm you down after.Â
But that was fineâit was good. Because for every painful memory came several good ones, and those memories made it worth it. You almost felt lucky to experience many of them for the first time again.Â
âCan I ask you something?â you posed, swinging your conjoined hands as they intertwined between you. You loved holding Azrielâs handâespecially after the first time youâd initiated the contact and he blushed so furiously it warmed his skin.Â
âOf course you can,â came Azrielâs soft reply.Â
The low sounds of Velaris winding down laid the background of the conversation. The occasional merchant sweeping outside their shop would wave to the two of you, and although you still didnât recognize them all, it didnât hurt as much to grin and greet them. A few of them reintroduced themselves with warm smiles after hearing of your condition, but others just appeared happy to see you in any context.Â
âWhen I remembered us after we were married,â you began. âWhere were we? Iâve been in most of the rooms in the House and I canât find it.âÂ
âAh,â Azriel hummed. His mouth curved up in a beautiful half-smile. âI was wondering when youâd ask about that.âÂ
âYouâve been keeping something from me!â you accused with a playful gasp.Â
âNo, no, not keeping it from you, angel. I wanted you to find it on your own.âÂ
âWhat do you mean find it on my own? Iâve only recently been able to find my study in the House and I lose my way if I start in certain corners.âÂ
Azriel chuckled, his eyes squinting at the corners.Â
This felt so goodâso normal.Â
This felt like something that could last.Â
âHow many times have I taken you on this walk?â he asked, gently guiding you forward on cobblestone.Â
âAre you changing the subject?â Azriel shot you a knowing look that had you rolling your eyes. âFine,â you relented. âAlmost every other day.âÂ
âWhy do you think that is?âÂ
âItâs a nice path. The street isnât too busy but thereâs a lot to look at,â you shrugged. âI thought you just liked it.âÂ
Azriel brought you to a stop away from the street. âLook a little deeper.â He gestured around with his chin.Â
There was nothing out of the ordinary, not at first. He had stopped you in a quieter corner of the street, one you always admired each time you passed it. Soft foliage lined each house you passed, purples and blues and muted yellows obviously cared for among old brick and stone. Gentle water could be heard in the distance, most likely from fountains or small wells meant to provide for families. In the setting sun, the houses were peaceful, serene.Â
Something called to you. It was inexplicable, but you found yourself without the urge to inspect why you were being called. Your power was usually unexplainableâat least thatâs what it felt likeâbut this was different.Â
You turned to look on at the quaint cottage Azriel had stopped you in front of.Â
âDoes this place mean something?â you asked, knocking your head to the side as you took in the ivy that trailed up tanned stones.Â
Azriel could be felt at your back, the Illyrian bringing his hands up to rest on your shoulders. âYes. What does your intuition tell you?âÂ
âI donât think my magic works like that.âÂ
âJust give it a shot,â Azriel chuckled by your ear.Â
It was when his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, stealing your breath away, that you hoped for more. That your intuition prompted you to ask for more.Â
âIs this⌠Do we live here?âÂ
You could feel Azrielâs smile near your skin. You turned to face him, his hands dropping from your shoulders as your expression shifted into pleasant disbelief. Azrielâs smile was twisted into permanent light on his face, and he brushed your hair behind your ears as you stared up at him.Â
âWe do. Picked it out right after we were married. We didnât think raising a family in the House of Wind was very feasible long-term.â Azriel jolted, stuttering for a moment. âNot that we need to raise a family! Now, or ever, actually. That was just something we talked about before, but things are different now and just having youââÂ
âAzriel,â you smiled, interrupting his rambling by sliding your arms around his shoulder. âCan I ask you something else?âÂ
Azriel blushed, closing his eyes with a sigh as he nodded in defeat.Â
âWill you kiss me?âÂ
His eyes snapped open, the hazel searching yours with a quickened intensity. âAre you sure?â he asked. His hands were on your waist and you couldn't remember him putting them there. âYou donât have toââÂ
âI remember our first kiss,â you countered. Your eyes flickered down to the ring hanging around his neck. That question would be for another time. âSeems only fair that Iâd get to experience one in real-time, donât you think?â
âYou donât want to go in the house? Go see it?â he whispered, but he was leaning down as he spoke the words, his eyes glued to your lips.Â
âI think Iâll have time later.âÂ
When his lips met yours, Azriel exhaled deeply, the hands on your waist pulling you closer with desperation lining his skin. He deepened the kiss in a way that seemed unintentional, intrinsic, and you saw stars behind your lids as he covered your mouth with his and kissed you harder. You had to take a step back to steady yourself and he only followed, his wings coming around your back to press you tighter.Â
Something rumbled in the back of Azrielâs throat as your fingers twined through his hair. You only had the faint memory of a kiss, but that one was much different than this. That kiss had been sweet and tentative. This kiss was desperate and needy and you could feel the way Azriel missed you in each of his touches.
And, Gods, did you miss him, too. Differentlyâa way you couldnât even understandâbut you missed him.Â
When you pulled back, you were met with Azrielâs furrowed brow, his eyes flickering between both of yours. He kept you close as you let out a breathy laugh.Â
âDo you always kiss me like that?âÂ
âI should,â he breathed, and then he kissed you and kissed you until your back met the front door of your home.Â
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âThings wouldnât be so bad, you know,â Mor announced, breaking the silence in the room. âIf you didnât get everything back.âÂ
You glanced up from the diary youâd been poring over, bookmarking the page as you stared up at your friend. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI just mean if you had gaps, maybe things you never remembered, that would be okay,â Mor continued, rising to sit beside you on the loveseat.Â
She had come to visit you in the cottageâyour cottageâbringing you one of your diaries they had hidden in the House of Wind. You had eagerly ripped it from her hands and dove into the contents, barely greeting her as you ushered her in and flipped the door shut.Â
âWell, the goal is everything,â you explained. You held up the diary and gave it a small shake. âThatâs why Az and I asked for these. And there are still people out looking for the witch.âÂ
Mor kissed her teeth and sighed. âBut it would be okay,â she repeated. âIf you never got it all back. It would be okay if you were just like this, all the time.âÂ
âWhat, is there something youâre hoping I wonât remember? Something embarrassing?â you teased, but Mor didnât laugh.Â
âIâve been thinking about something you said a little while ago. Itâs been bothering me. I talked to Azriel about it too, and I just⌠I need you to know that we all love youâthat I love youâjust as you are now. You arenât a ghost.âÂ
The smile fell from your lips. You placed the diary down in your lap and turned to face Mor, taking her hands in yours. âMor, I know that. I didnât meanââÂ
âNo, you were right. We were talking as if you werenât there and that wasnât fair. None of this is fair, but especially not that. You have to know, y/n, that the way you are, right now, thatâs still you. Iâm sorry. Weâve all been idiots.âÂ
You huffed out a small chuckle. âI mean I wasnât going to say it.â
Some of the light returned to Morâs eyes, masking the grief that lingered there. âSee, there you are.âÂ
You gripped her hands tighter, yanking her in for a hug. âI forgive you, Mor.âÂ
She clutched at your shirt and laughed. âThank the Mother. Because Azriel wouldnât shut up about keeping you all to himself. I was sick of the gloating.âÂ
âAzriel? Gloating?â you feigned a gasp, pulling back with a teasing smile.Â
âYou bring it out of him.âÂ
Memories came in different waves as time went on. Sometimes they were quick, difficult rememberings. Other times you were out for much longer and would wake up disoriented and confused. But you were never afraid of them.Â
At first, the slow nature of their return did make you afraid. You had feared that this process would take too long and everyone would grow tired of waiting. Maybe Azriel would start rolling his eyes when you lost consciousness or Cassian would start to grumble every time you couldnât connect the dots in one of his stories. The fear was real and it ate away at you for about one week before it was completely diminished.Â
Because this conversation you were having with Morâyouâd had it with Azriel too.Â
He had pressed his lips along your forehead and told you that it was fine if you couldn't remember everything, heâd just make you fall in love with him again.Â
And maybe you were too afraid to tell him that heâd already succeeded at that feat.Â
A comfortable silence fell over the room as you and Mor continued your independent tasks, you reading your diary, Mor flipping through a stack of correspondence she had brought along with her. The sounds of scribbling and creased parchment were reminiscent of the first few days after you lost your memoryâMor would bring work into your room and sit beside you as you nursed a headache. Hearing it in this context, in your home, felt like it had a meaning to it.Â
AzrielÂ
It was later in the afternoon when the front door silently opened, Azriel removing his shoes by the door and setting off to find his mate in the cottage. He could hear someone else and mistakenly thought it to be Nesta before he spotted a head of bright-blonde hair beside you in the sitting room. Mor had been the only one in the family who hadnât visited the cottage yet and relief filled his chest and the sight of her.Â
You had started to worry that she didnât want to see you. Azriel had reassured you several times that Mor just thought you didnât want to see her after the way everyone acted, but his sweet words had done little to quell your fears.Â
Your relationship with Mor had been different since you woke up; she had been the one person you could trust for a while. When he was afraid and messing everything up, Mor held your hand and talked you through his idiocy.Â
He was glad some semblance of a reunion in his sitting room.Â
âHi, girls,â Azriel greeted, keeping his voice low to match the calm of the room. He leaned down beside your place on the loveseat, pressing a kiss to your hair. âShould I get a fire going? Itâs cold in here.âÂ
You turned your head to grin up at him, and Azriel had to calm his heart as it skipped several beats. He was trying to be casual about all of thisâabout you in the seat you had claimed as yours several years ago, sitting beside your best friend and smiling up at him, looking as if you belonged here because you didâbut you were making it very difficult with your pretty smile and the pretty way you blinked at him.Â
âHi, Az. Morâs here,â you offered.Â
âI see that, my love.âÂ
You smiled again, this time directing it towards Mor. âShe brought one of my journals. Itâs from before I met you all. I donât have any memories of that time yet. Very informative.âÂ
âThought we could go chronologically,â Mor quipped. She leaned up from the couch and stretched her arms. âIâll let you guys get to it, then. With⌠whatever mates do.âÂ
âWill you be back?âÂ
Azrielâs heart hurt a little at the question, and he could tell by the softness in Morâs gaze that she felt the same.Â
âOf course. Just not when you and Nesta are having your book club. Made that mistake a few too many times,â she teased, sending parting words out the entryway.Â
As soon as Mor had vacated the seat beside you, Azriel was occupying the space, rounding his arm over your shoulders and smashing you into his chest as he pressed kisses to your skin. You laughed and attempted to push him away, the journal now lost in a cushion, but Azriel was unrelenting.Â
âI missed you,â he proclaimed.Â
âI saw you this morning,â you giggled back, finally giving up and allowing the onslaught of affection.Â
âDoesnât matter. I spent weeks not touching you. You just started letting me kiss you.â
âWeâve been kissing for a few weeks now.â Azriel only hummed at your words and moved his hands to cup your face as he kissed your cheeks. âGods, we sound like children.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
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You opened your mouth to reply, but Azriel had already silenced you with his lips. You were breathless when he pulled away, all thoughts emptying from your brain.Â
âHow was your day?â he asked, removing himself from the tight grip heâd captured you in. But he still kept you glued to his side.Â
You took a breath in and blinked. âUm, it was good. Mor came.âÂ
âYou mentioned,â Azriel teased. âAny memories you want to talk about over dinner?âÂ
âNone today. Itâs been slow over the past few days, Iâve noticed.âÂ
Azriel brushed hair from your forehead. âThatâs okay. Theyâll come with time.â He paused. âOr they wonât.âÂ
The reminder of Azrielâs promise to you sat behind his words. It echoed Morâs conversation earlier and you fought the reassurance and dread that battled within you.Â
Because he was right. They might come, or they might not.Â
Your family would love you either way.Â
But, would you have to live with this feeling of⌠incompleteness forever as well?Â
Would that fade with time?Â
You offered a soft smile and leaned up to kiss the corner of Azrielâs mouth. âThe things in the journal Mor gave me,â you began. âUsually, when one of you tells me about something from the past I feel a connection to it. Or I get a memory back. But Iâve been poring over this bookââ you fished it out from the cushions. ââand, nothing. Itâs like Iâm reading a story and not my own words.âÂ
Azriel furrowed his brow. âThat must be difficult to comprehend.âÂ
âIt is,â you nodded. âAnd, thatâs fineâI guess. Because none of you can really reinforce memories when you werenât there. I just feel strange about it.âÂ
âCan I do anything to help?âÂ
You bit your lip as Azriel stared back at you with concern laced in his features. He was already doing everything he could to help, already pushing aside so much so you could find comfort in this confusing life youâd been dropped into.Â
You watched the way he held himself back, the way he always kept himself close to Velaris and refused necessary missions to keep you near. You looked on without the means to help him as he stressed over the memories youâd receive. He spent countless hours retelling your story and holding you through difficult bouts of unconsciousness and taking it so, painfully slow with you.Â
Maybe, if you really thought about it, this hole within you wasnât that big of a deal.Â
âCould you get that fire started?âÂ
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so it goes⌠| carlos sainz
summary: carlos has the biggest crush on the famous up and coming actress but she doesnât know who he is
fc: anya taylor-joy
warnings: this is my first smau so plsss tell me what you think <3 i made it a bit long cause iâm use to write detailed stories but is worth it i swear!! also english is not my first language so there might be mistakes
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user1 sheâs so pretty ughhh
user2 y/n please give me just once chance iâm beggin
user3 simping respectfully
carlossainz55 que linda! (so pretty!)
user4 hello??
user5 ariana what are you doing here đ
bffusername literally my wife đŽâđ¨
ynusername me and you forever đ¤
user6 mother
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carlossainz55 great weekend all in all đ podium and good points for the team, ready for the next! đ
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user4 letâs gooo smooth operatorâźď¸
user7 forza ferrari đ
charlesleclerc great job! double podium next race đđź
user8 brilliant drive carlos!!
user9 VAMOOOOS (letâs go)
user5 okay we see y/nâs best friend in the likes đ
user10 i think sheâs a ferrari fan!
landonorris congrats on the podium or whatever đ
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ynusername emma is now on streaming platforms !!! go watch it đŤśđ˝
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user1 and they call her the it girl !!!
user2 favorite movie of the year đ
user3 y/n y/l/n future oscar winnerâźď¸
bffusername GO WATCH MY WIFEâS MOVIE OR ELSE
ynusername you heard her!
carlossainz55 loved the movie!
user4 okay but are we believing he actually saw a romantic period piece or?? đ¤¨
user5 idk why i kinda believe it solely on the fact that heâs obsessed with y/n đ
user6 i donât see the appeal, sheâs not all that :/
user4 now i know you did NOT just said that about THE Y/N Y/L/N
user7 y/n drop another movie iâve already seen this one a thousand times :( (liked by carlossainz55)
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bffusername my girlfriend the prettiest of prettiest đĽ°
user1 picture at a church and partying with mĂĽneskin? ohhh sheâs cool cool
user2 carlos i understand you completely
carlossainz55 beautiful!
ynusername thank you! đ
user3 omg did she actually??
user4 somebody make sure carlos is still alive and breathing pls
user5 finally! my boy has been in the trenches for monthsss
landonorris đ
user6 now lando what do you know??
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user1 well hello there
user2 weird way to ask me to marry you but ofcđ¤
user3 not carlos immediately posting a thirst trap after yn followed him đ
user4 thirst trap seems a bit muchâŚ
user3 him just casually posting the most earth shattering hottest pictures out of nowhere??
user4 okay you may have a point
user5 post a warning or something next time jesus
user6 I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE
user7 dinner would be served, house would be cleaned, kids on bed, anything he wants
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user2 someone send this to carlos quick!
user3 youâre so beautiful đť
user4 carlossainz55 my guy this is your chance
user5 youâre STUNNING đ¤Š
carlossainz55 i need to show you all the nice placesđŤśđ˝ (liked by yourusername)
yourusername omg please!! i need a local tour guide
carlossainz55 đ
user6 omg is this the beginning of something???
user7 iâm shipping them already đ¤
user8 someone check on carlos pleaseâźď¸
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Besties || OP81
â summary: reader and her tv show bestie are big fans of f1 and just happen to be dating the two papaya teammates
â pairing: oscar piastri x famous!reader
â fc & warnings: chloe rose robertson & none
â requested: yes!! thank you so much for taking the time to request đ¤
â a/n: y/c/n = your characters name
ďž. âż ŕ¨â¤ď¸ŕ§â âż . ďž
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user1: further proof that my theory is correct and that y/n is dating lando norris
user6: girl what???
user16: ainât no way
user44: you might actually be on to something here user1
user2: insane crossover - had no idea my favorite show and favorite sport were connected
ynuser: thank you so much vogue!! this was a dream come true đĽš
vogue: thanks for stopping by!
user3: hot girls do watch f1 sheâs so right
iamrebeccad: congrats ynuser - this is amazing!
ynuser: thank you rebecca đ¤
user1: taking note of rebecca being here mhm just noticing things
formula1: maiareficco ynuser youâre welcome at a race any time!
maiareficco: ynuser đ
user4: what is f1 and why are all of the drivers gorgeous??? iâm suddenly obsessed
user7: oh user4 welcome , youâre in for a heck of a ride
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ynuser: soaking up the last bits of summer đ¤
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user4: are you gonna tell us soon when your new movie comes out or ????
user1: this could easily just be maia and y/n at the beach but also could be a soft launch
rudypankow: top tier beach content
maiareficco: whoâs this diva đ
oscarpiastri: đ¤
landonorris: đ
maiareficco: đŤ
ynuser: đ¤¨
user1: you guys are killing me
user4: user1 imma need you to break down ur theory bc ur always always at the scene of the crime
user1: ON OT
user23: love seeing you happy ms girl
user64: the way the newest episode had my jaw on the floor!!!
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user1: taking note of the orange colored font đ could that be papaya?
yourbff: a smoke show if iâve ever seen one
ynuser: thank you darling đ
oscarpiastri: my god iâm so fcking lucky
ynuser: đĽšđĽš babbyyyyyy
oscarpiastri: thatâs me đ
ynuser: i love you so much oscar. iâm so glad i get to spend the next couple weeks with you đ¤
oscarpiastri: i love you more than anything gorgeous đ§Ą
maiareficco: you are stunning
ynuser: says you đ
user7: hope they treat you right đ
jackhughes: whoâs the lucky person?
ynuser: a certain formula 1 driver đĽš
jackhughes: shouldâve been a hockey player đ
ynuser: HA jacky no
user9: iâm so jealous of whoever is getting to take you out
landonorris: osc couldnât stop talking about how excited he is for this date
ynuser: stopppp heâs so cute đđŤśđť
user10: the one time iâm hoping the paparazzi get pics bc i wanna know who the heck this person is
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user34: MONACO?! what are you and maia doing in monaco
user1: both papayas live in monaco âđť
alexandrasaintmleux: was sooo lovely meeting you today đ¤
ynuser: omg it was such a pleasure!! thanks to you and charles for having us out on the boat đŤśđť
mclarenf1: youâre come to a gp when?
ynuser: you tell me admin
mclarenf1: you known if it was up to me youâd already have been to one
oscarpiastri: noticing how nice white looks on you đ¤
ynuser: oscar you canât just say things like that đ¤¨
oscarpiastri: oops đ¤ˇđťââď¸
yourbff: my invite must have been lost in the post
user12: about to go feral over how gorgeous you look
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user4: youâre so beautiful
zendaya: stunning as always đ
ynuser: thank you đĽšđŤśđť
user5: you deserve to be spoiled đ
maiareficco: my best friend i love you đ¤
ynuser: i love you more mwah đ
user8: mama thereâs a man behind you
user1: y/n is that who i think it is?????
user16: the leg is giving more oscar than lando
user1: ughhh maybe??? both of them are in the likes but i swear sheâs more of a lando girl and i think maia is with oscar
yourbff: ugh i canât believe im losing my girl đ
ynuser: shhh youâll never lose me!!
user7: a soft launch?! at a time like this?!
user14: if itâs true lando is a lucky lucky man
user12: i promise i could treat you better just give me one chance
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maiareficco: weâre both spoiled đđ§Ą
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prettylittleliars: as our girls should be đ¤
user1: taking note đ of the orange heart used here maia⌠did a certain oscar piastri buy you those flowers?
ynuser: yes we are đ¤
maiareficco: might be the luckiest girls ever đ¤ [liked by oscarpiastri and landonorris]
user3: not lando and oscar both liking maiaâs commentâŚ. theyâre not helping figure this out huh
user16: A DOUBLE SOFT LAUNCH???? my heart canât take this
f1gossip: we have been summoned
yourbff: hehehe đ¤
user2: what do you know ?! spill the beans
user8: guys dw theyâre in love with each other not men
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oscarpiastri: feeling well rested and ready to go again in austin after a few weeks away with my princess đ¤
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user2: iâm in utter shock
user4: someone check on user1
user1: thank you for summoning me. i am confused to say the least - i really thought y/n and lando were together
ynuser: you were close user1! ms maia is landoâs girl đ
user1: WAHTTTTTTTTTT OH MY GOD LOSING MY MIND
landonorris: can confirm user1
user1: i think im hallucinating
maiareficco: my favorite favorite cutie pies
oscarpiastri: đŤśđť
ynuser: youâre my favorite my maia
ynuser: had the time of my life with you đ¤
oscarpiastri: lets go on vacation again
ynuser: after brazil? đ¤
oscarpiastri: say no more
user6: do you hear me screaming
landonorris: my best friends are dating đŤśđť
ynuser: and my best friends are also dating đ
user7: will you ever iron your shirts king
user81: canât wait to see you back on track oscar!!!
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Ëâşď˝ĄËâËMY girl | LN4Ëâşď˝ĄËâË
pairing: lando norris x celeb interviewer!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, established relationship
warnings: a couple of innuendos/sexual references but mainly fluff
summary: in which your job has your boyfriend acting up every other week
a/n: this is kind of short but didnt think it was necessary to make it any longer!?! hope u luv it (i love jealous lando omg my heart cant take itttt)
request!!!: Landoâs gf is a celebrity interviewer like Amelia from chicken shop date and Lando is supportive but also playfully jealous?
fc: amelia dimdoldenburg
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yourusername spent a day in london with my fav british rapper @.aitch !! episode out now hope u enjoy đ
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user1 OMG he was flirting with her so bad
user2 no fr she got a man
user3 yea and her man is LANDO NORRIS likeeee
user4 why are they lowkey cute together.....
user5 i love everything y/n does
user6 does anyone else only watch the series just for y/n idec about the celebrity guests đ
user7 no coz this is actually so valid
user8 omg i've been waiting for this one
user9 queue lando marking his territory soon
user10 can u blame him
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f1wags new episode of y/n y/l/n's celeb interview series with british rapper aitch out now 𫶠for anyone who doesn't know, y/n (wag of lando norris) is a celebrity interviewer for events & tv as well as having her own series online in which she âdatesâ someone for the day, usually in a random city of their choice, and interviews them at the same time in a comedic way !!! the series is super popular, who would you like to see her interview?
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user11 we love her
user12 her interviews r sooo funny and unserious
user13 i want her to interview f1 drivers đ
user14 omg rightttt imagine lando on there
user15 i want oscar or charles đ
user16 i didnt even know she was a wag
user17 she's more relevant that her bf HE's the wag
user18 justice for my guy lando
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aitch watch me on y/n y/l/n's series for real like that's my girl
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user20 his girl?!
user21 y/n looks so hot
user22 look like a couple fr
yourusername had the best time, thanks for coming on the show!!!
aitch anything 4 u
user23 đ¤đ¤đ¤
user24 CUTIESSS
user25 one of my fav episodes so far
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user31 SHE'S SOOO HOTTTT
carlossainz55 somebody's jealous
landonorris of what?
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user32 lando norris you are one lucky man
yourusername omg hello mr protective
landonorris my girl
yourusername you are freaking sexy
landonorris where are you right now
yourusername đ
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landonorris hey
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user33 "HEY"????
user34 omg
user35 HOTTTTTT
carlossainz55 still not jealous?
landonorris not sure what you're talking about!
user36 you caused this @.aitch
aitch nah
landonorris no
yourusername đ
user37 posting this with this caption is criminal
user38 hahaha our jealous boy
user39 little lando norris is jealoussss
yourusername hahah i love you and only you
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landonorris yup. that's MY girl
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Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey đ any chance for a âconfidential check up?â
Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D
Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3
á´/É´: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!
PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)
PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))
á´á´ÉŞĘɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!eader
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É´ÉŞ ⧠ᴥá´Ęɴɪɴɢęą: medical misconduct, unprotected sex, light nipple play, seductive reader, Harvey's a little insecure.
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A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.
You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.
However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.
Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!
You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.
âSo, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?â Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.
You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.
âNono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.â You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.
âI see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?â
So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.
You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. âNo, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it'sâŚembarrassing.â
The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thereâs absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.â
Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.
You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. âWell, it's my chest. It's been soâŚso tender lately.â
A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.
âAlright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?â
It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.
âYes, please.â You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.
Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.
His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.
âAlright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.â
Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.
And then, finallyâŚFucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.
The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?
âDid that hurt?â He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. âNo, it justâŚtingles,â you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay.Â
âWell, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?âÂ
Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.
The manâs face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look.Â
Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.
The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: âNoâŚWell. Maybe kind of? You knowâŚI've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,â you began, your foot wandering to his knee.
âCould that be it?â
A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.
âI assume that could be it-â
âAnd what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.â
Immediately, his attention is back on you completely. âHurts? Where?â
A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. âHere?â
You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. âLower.â
His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. âHere? Are they cramps?â
Again, you shook your head.
âLower.â
He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.
âCould youâŚuh. Point me to where it hurts?â
Click - the trap was snapping shut.
It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. âThere.â
Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?
âIt's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?â
âItâs getting likeâŚwhat?â by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.
âI dunnoâŚwet?â
His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!
âOh! ThatâŚuh. ThatâŚit- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.â
He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. âButâŚisn't there a remedy?â
Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.
âWell, for oneâŚYou could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.â
Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!
âOh! AndâŚhow does that work?âÂ
Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.
âI-â
âCome on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?â You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.
âBut- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-â
You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.
âAnd what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,â you moaned.
The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. âYou said it hurts here?âÂ
Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds.Â
âExactly,â you breathed, spreading your legs a little further.Â
âI can't see much,â he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. âI'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?â
The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.
He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasnât it? Keeping you healthy wasnât bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige â for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.
His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yetâŚwasnât this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?
âHarvey, fuck, please?â A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didnât know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.
His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasnât he? Still, that didnât mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didnât make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.
He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. âHarvey, oh fuck, right there,â you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, soâŚyou; and you were addictive.
Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldnât keep them down anymore, you didnât know. You didnât really care, either. Harveyâs moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.
 You werenât able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harveyâs tongue.
It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldnât form anymore.
You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didnât trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.
âYou are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.â
Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. âSorry,â he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.
âHarvey, please,â you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.
The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.
Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?
You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you werenât afraid to show him anymore. âHarvey, oh, for fuckâs sake, fuck me.â
A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didnât make Harvey pause. Not anymore.
His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasnât he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.
âYou are so good to me, Harv,â you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunetâs eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.
Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harveyâs dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.
Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.
The manâs face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasnât able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.
The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.
âHarveeey,â you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, werenât focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldnât help himself; it was too tempting â his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.
You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didnât want this to stop yet. You didnât want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didnât want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.
As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.
You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.
âHarvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-â
He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.
The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.
His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this â this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.
He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.
Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completelyâŚsatisfied.
Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. âThat definitely helped, Harv,â you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.
Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two â maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you â pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.
âI am glad I was able to help.â
Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasnât drenched in your wetness and his cum?
âBut I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; Iâd need different surfaces and times.â
Click. Two lambs had fallen for the trap
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Are we finally heading into the long awaited Desmond arc? đ It's hard to say yet, but my first thought upon reading the new chapter was that, like, 9 out of the 23 pages was just awkward silence at the dinner table đŹ
Another thing that stood out to me within the first few panels was how different Damian seems at home than at school.
When he's rejected and inconvenienced by Demetrius and Max respectively, he keeps calm and doesn't get mad. On the contrary, he's very understanding and considerate. It's quite different from how he acts in similar situations at school where he's quick to lash out, especially at Anya of course. I'd like to think that what we're seeing in this chapter is more of the "real" Damian; a basically nice kid who longs for a normal childhood with a normal family, but unfortunately was born into the opposite...and because he's not free to openly express his frustration about this due to how uptight and estranged his parents are, he lets out a lot of his negative emotions at school instead. Anya is often the brunt of this due to how often she tries to interact with him in ways that he's not used to.
But anyway, back to the chapter itself, we're also introduced to a new butler at the Desmond house, Mary Jane.
Not sure how prominent of a character she'll be, but the fact that Endo gave her a name (which he doesn't always give to reoccurring characters) makes me think we'll see her again.
We also finally get to see Max and Damian interact. Despite being a German shepherd (I think), I like that Endo made him look distinct from Aaron. Though it seems like he has longish fur...maybe he's a mixed breed? Endo provided this cute illustration along with the chapter release too.
Among all the "Desmond family being awkward at dinner" panels we got, the one that stood out the most to me (and probably others) was this two-page spread.
Showing all of them in separate corners against total darkness, each seemingly in their own little world not looking at any of the others. This is very contrasting to how the Forger family meals are conveyed...
It really makes you wonder - which is the fake family and which is the real family?
A more subtle thing to note about the Desmond dinner is that Melinda never actually eats anything. Throughout all the panels, she's only seen drinking wine and never using her silverware. When she leaves, her plate hasn't been touched.
What I interpret from this based on what we know so far is that she has such an aversion to the Desmond house, and probably Donavan in particular, that she can't even bring herself to eat in his presence.
And lastly, I wanted to touch on the word that Donovan uses when describing the family dinner. In the Japanese version, he uses the word ćć瞊㪠which means "significant," "valuable," "useful," "of interest," etc.
I got the impression that Damian doesn't know what that word means, which is why it's written in katakana when he asks Jeeves. He says "Hey Jeeves, what's ăŚăźă¤ăŽ?"
The English version makes it seem like he knows what the word "worthwhile" means, but not what Donovan meant by it in this situation, so slightly different nuance between the two versions.
That about wraps up my thoughts on the new chapter! Like I said in the beginning, I think it could be leading to a new arc focused on the Desmonds, or it could simply be a standalone chapter, and we'll focus on something else next time. Gotta wait and see~
#spy x family#sxf#spy family#spyxfamily#damian desmond#melinda desmond#donovan desmond#demetrius desmond#sxf manga#sxf manga spoilers#sxf spoilers
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Omg hiii! I saw that your requests were open again! Please take your time and prioritize your rest, and as always your writing is such a delight to read! I always look forward to your posts! đđđ
That being said, can you please write for a Yuu/reader that has a love for painting (but is shy about showcasing their skill) , and was absolutely taken by Vil's beauty even before they met him? Of course they didn't know that he was a famous actor at first. What if Vil one day finds their sketches and paintings of him after months of knowing him? (hmm preferably after the events of book 6..? đ)
SO CUTE!!! kicking my legs back and forth at this anonnn
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË the picture of vil schoenheit
type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
How were you supposed to know?
It's not like Crowley had given you a guide on Night Raven College or its students (though, wouldn't that have been nice?)
I mean, you had to reminded of Trey's last name not two weeks ago. How were you supposed to know who Vil Schoenheit is?
You'd only seem him at a distance. Passed him by in the halls while he scolded some poor first year. He even looked beautiful when he was angry.
He was just made to be painted.
You didn't show your friends the art. You didn't need to give Ace another reason to tease you, and being a stalker would've really been the cherry on top of your weirdness sundae.
Besides, it was just drawing. Practice! Sketches from a distance, doodles done in the margins of your notes, watercolors and paintings from memory...
It felt familiar. This man, this stranger, someone you hadn't even spoken to, made you feel a little closer to home.
.
"Really, you should have some sort of organizational system,"
Vil leafs through pages of alchemy reports and history of magic homework. "Might I suggest a recycling bin?"
You smile. It's not often that your friend- Vil Schoenheit, that is- has a day off. But today is Saturday, and your room is in desperate need of his touch.
"This is... chaotic," he says, brushing a clump of Grim fur off his shoulder. "And you live like this?"
You shrug. "I try,"
"Well, try no more. We'll have this done before dinner,"
His commitment is touching. Millions of screeching fangirls would give anything just to spend five minutes with Vil, and here he is, tidying your room for you.
It's almost cute. He's humming to himself, hair tied back in a ponytail, in one of your shirts (his are too nice to get dirty), sweeping Grim fur out from under your bed.
"Rook and Epel couldn't make it?" you ask, pretending not to care that it's just the two of you.
"I told them not to bother,"
"Oh?"
Vil tsks. "They would get in the way. We're much more efficient on our own- we work well together, after all,"
That's something he'd said before. You'd always wondered what it meant.
"Right,"
You switch places, going to strip your bed of its sheets for washing while Vil tidies your desk.
Off go the pillow cases, the comforter, the blankets. You're wrestling with your mattress when you notice that he hasn't moved in a while.
He's looking through some of the papers from within the bowels of your desk, smiling to himself, a finger held to his perfect lips.
"What?"
"Hm?" he hums, but he doesn't look at you. "Oh, just... admiring your work. You have quite an eye for detail, have I ever told you that?"
He's being weird. You let go of your bundle of bedding and look at what he's holding, but it's just your sketchbook.
Oh. Oh, no. It's your sketchbook.
"OH! Um, wait-" you say, rushing to his side. "Don't- don't look!"
Vil smirks, and he holds the art over your head. "How unfair. The muse should always be the first to see, you know,"
Damn his height and perfect, slender arms!!! Your eyes widen. "It's not what it looks like! I didn't know you when I did those!"
"Yes, I saw the dates. You could make a career out of admiring me, you know~" he chuckles. "I'd pay for these. I'm sure Rook would like a few, as well."
You're practically melting with embarrassment. "Come on- give it back!"
Seeing your pathetic, embarrassed whining, Vil relents, handing you the sketchbook with an eye-roll.
"What are you ashamed of? They're fine pieces,"
"It's not that," you clutch the book to your chest. "It's just- uh- weird, isn't it?"
Vil scoffs. "I'm weird?"
"NO! I meant- I didn't even know you, and I drew you almost every day- that isn't... strange?"
He takes a moment to study you, your body language, the embarrassed look on your face. From head to toe. And then he smiles, warmly.
"I am in a dorm with Rook. There are very, very few things that I find strange now. You admire me- I'm flattered,"
He gingerly takes sketchbook out of your arms and opens it again. "Not to mention, you have an artistic eye that any director would kill for."
You stand there, a little dumbfounded, but mostly very, very grateful that he's your friend, and that you can laugh about this together.
"I'm... well... thank you," you finally say.
Vil smirks, and pinches your cheek. "You're precious. Now, back to work. I want this room over with. These paintings won't frame themselves, will they?"
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cyber sex || Lee haechan
Ö´ ࣪đ¤.á now playing- cyber sex: doja cat
Ö´ ࣪đ¤.á Audioguy!haechan x fem!reader
ִ࣪đ¤.á Genre/ warnings: smut, college au, 18+ mdni!, needy sub haechan/ soft dom reader, cyber sex, unprotected sex, praising, auralism, creampie ig?, oral (fem receiving), marking (if you squint), begging. Kinda nerdy looking haechan⌠Lmk if I miss anything.
Ö´ ࣪đ¤.á Wc- 8.2k
authors note- omg⌠lmk what you think guys. Part 2 maybe I have some ideasâŚđ. No proof read cus lol. I hope you enjoy! <3
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One day your friend joked to you and told you about these corny little audio guys that were on sound cloud. You were captivated to say the least, and curiosity filled your brain so that night you found yourself on sound cloud searching. Most of them were very laughable like your friend suggested, but then you came across this one profile.Â
"hcillusion119." You muttered out loud, biting your lip in curiosity as you clicked on the profile.Â
The first thing you noticed was instead of one of those anime boy banner things, it was just black with his username splat in the center. Ok, so far so good. The next thing that you noticed was how the profile description were just the words: "just listen, you won't regret ;)"Â
You giggled to yourself from how full of himself this guy was, so you decided to listen to an audio, expecting to laugh just like the other times, but this one was different. His voice wasn't what you had expected, it was whiny, but not in a high-pitched, irritating way. There was something desperate in the way he guided the listener through every step, an intensity that hooked you in. You had to admit, this was nothing like what you heard previously.
After the first audio you thought you would be done with it, but it kept creeping on your mind, causing you to go back to the one you were most familiar with, but after a while you started exploring his other audios and soon found yourself subscribed. No one knew you were into this, and you were too embarrassed to even play his audios if anyone was in the same proximity as you, this was your little secretâ he was your little secret.
"Hey guys. We're gonna be doing something a bit different today, so just sit back and listen to me, okay?"
You sat there quietly, your body relaxing as his smooth voice seeped into your ears. It felt like he was speaking directly to you, and you couldn't help but nod along as if he could see you.
"I just want to start off by saying that we've reached 20k followers up here. I'm very grateful for all of you guys and I'll make sure to put out great content. That being said, to show my gratitude I will be hosting a little giveaway, or I guess it's like that. I want to pick one of you to have a private call with me on insta. Crazy huh? Only the best for you guys. To enter, all you have to do is comment on this post what you like about my content...and please, don't be weird... joking haha. The winner will get a private message tomorrow at 8pm. Good luck."
An embarrassing smile painted your smile as you typed out your comment on the post. You knew you probably weren't gonna win, and honestly you weren't even sure you could handle it if you did win, but something in you burned at the thought of what could happenâwhat it would be like to hear his voice in real time, just for you.
It was impossible to focus on anything else the next day, you even made an anonymous insta account just incase you won. The time went agonizingly slow, you honestly thought you couldn't wait any longer, but finally it was time.Â
You sat on your bed after a long day of class and work, checking your notification center obsessively, heart racing with both hope and dread.
8:05 came, then 8:10, and still nothing. By 8:15 you were ready to give up, the little spark of hope you had starting to flicker out. Just as you were about to close the app, your phone buzzed, a bright orange message appearing at the top of your screen.
hcillusion119- hey, sorry for the late text, I'll make it up to you when we call, but I want to let you know that you won.
Your eyes widened as you stared at the notification, your heart leaping into your throat. No way. It had to be too good to be true. You fumbled with your phone, nearly dropping it as you jumped up in shock. After pacing around your room for a solid five minutes, trying to wrap your mind around it, you finally opened the message.
unknown825: omg tysm TT
hcillusion119: no, thank you :)Â
hcillusion119: will you plz choose a date and time?
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you considered your options, a thousand scenarios racing through your mind. You could cancel, let someone else, someone braver, take the opportunity. Instead, you found yourself typing.
unknown825: umm, well are you available tonight at 10?
There. You've done it, now there was no turning back.
hcillusion119: yea im available tonight. you're not very patient are you lol? what's your insta so I can call?
unknown825: I just like to get things done. my insta's the same as my user on here.
hcillusion119: ok, did you get my dm?
unknown825: yes, I'll talk to you then.
You barely registered your response before throwing your phone onto the bed, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it. This was real. It was actually happening. You had less than two hours before the call, and the weight of it started to settle on you. What if you said something dumb? What if your voice shook? What if you just... froze?
The minutes went by slowly, agonizingly. You checked the time over and over, becoming more and more nervous with each glance.
9:45... almost time. You laid down in bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, your phone clutched tightly in your hand.Â
9:59.
You took a deep breath, staring at the screen as you scrolled through Instagram, pretending to distract yourself, but your heart was in your throat.Any moment now, your phone would light up, and you'd hear his voiceâthis time just for you.
Incoming call from hcillusion119
You took a deep breath, letting it ring for a moment before picking up, the silence so intense you could almost hear a pin drop.
Then his voice broke through.
"Hey."
A chill ran down your spine, sharper than you'd expected. Hearing his voice in your ears felt different this timeâmore personal, more intimate.
"Hi."
Your voice came out low, almost shy. You sat the phone on your stomach, unsure of what to do with your hands. The awkward smile on your face wasn't helping you feel any less flustered.
"How are you doing today?" he asked, his tone casual but warm.
"I'm good, exhausted. What about you?"
"I'm good too," he replied. "tired as well."
"Why are you tired?" You responded.Â
"Well, I just moved... like yesterday, so."
"Oh, cool. Where did you move to?"
"I can't tell you that." he said with a teasing edge to his voice.
"Oh, right... I guess I understand."
The conversation wasn't flowing like you'd imagined. It was awkward. You questioned why you were so nervous in the first place.Â
"What's your name?" His voice dropped lower and softer, catching you off guard.
"I can't tell you." you mimicked, trying to match his playful tone.
"Ahh, I see what you're doing. Well unknown825, why are you so tired?"
"I had school and work, so I'm pretty worn down."
"School?" He sounded curious, his tone lighter.
"Yeah, I'm in college. You're not like... an old man right?"
He laughed, the sound soft and genuine.
"No, I'm in college too."
"Oh cool."
Silence fell between you again, the awkward kind that made your heart race for no reason. You didn't want to keep bombarding him with boring questions, but you also didn't want the conversation to just end. Still, you felt that sinking feeling that maybe you should've canceled after all.
"So, what's your favorite audio?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Stress Relief."
"Ah, who would've thought?" He chuckled, his voice dropping an octave. "So you like to be talked through it, huh?"
You hummed in response, turning onto your stomach as you clutched the phone.Â
"Do you like being talked through it?" You asked, your tone slightly teasing.
The line went quiet, and for a second, you wondered if you pushed too far, but then you heard him lick his lips, a small noise you wouldn't have caught if you hadn't been listening so intently.Â
"Yeah, I do." he admitted, voice deeper now. "Can't help it when I hear a pretty voice like yours."
Your cheeks flushed as a smile crept across your face. "So what are you saying? You want me to talk you through it?"
"I never said that." he interrupted quickly. "Besides, you wouldn't be able to handle it, Miss Stress Relief."
He laughed softly.
"No, you're the one who wouldn't be able to handle it." You shot back, your voice in a mocking tone.
"Are you trying to challenge me?" His tone shifted, there was an edge to it now.
You hummed again, licking your lips before replying. "I never said that,"
You could feel the tension building, the invisible line between the two of you tightening with each word exchanged. You were both teasing each other.
"but I know you want me to." you continued, voice low. "If you asked nicely... maybe I would."
Silence.Â
The only thing you could hear was his breathingâslow, but heavy. Even that sounded beautiful, like every part of him was designed to captivate you. You waited, the pressure coiling tighter in the pit of your stomach. Then his voice came again, softer this time.
"Talk me through it."
But there was a command in his tone.
"I said nicely."
There was a pause, and you could almost picture him struggling with the request before he spoke again.
"CaâCan you please talk me through it?"
"That's more like it." You whispered, smirking. "See what happens when you listen? Now... are your pants down? If they aren't, pull them down."
You waited, hearing the soft rustle of fabric on the other end. He was listening, and the thought made your pulse quicken. Thrill ran through your body, you had never done anything like this before.
"What do you want me to do next?" His voice was quieter now, the assertiveness from before completely gone.
"I want you to touch yourself, but not too fast, okay?"
You paused, waiting for his breathing to changeâwaiting for him to obey.
"Are you doing it?"
"Yeah." he breathed out, almost as if the word escaped him unintentionally.
"Good. Now, I want you to keep going, but don't finish until I tell you to. Can you handle that?"
There was a pause, his breath quickening.Â
"I can handle it." he replied, though his voice wavered just a bit.
"We'll see."
You could feel the heat radiating through the connection, charging the atmosphere around you. His breathing was heavier now, more ragged, each inhalation betraying just how hard he was trying to please you.Â
"Tell me how it feels." you encouraged, your voice silky and low.Â
"It feels... so good." he stammered, his words interrupted by tiny gasps. "I want you. I want to feel you. I want you here with me." He spoke again.
A shiver ran down your spine at the vulnerability in his tone. The yearning in his voice made you only think about himâhow he sounded, how he felt.
"Touch yourself harder, let me hear you." You whispered.Â
He followed your command, his voice becoming strained and desperate Each moan a mix of pleasure with restraint, and you could practically visualizeâlost in passion, chasing the edge of that sweet release.
"Are you going faster?" You asked, your heart pounding with anticipation.
"No... I- I won't until you tell me to." he responded, voice trembling, you could hear the struggle in his words.
"You're such a good boy. You can go faster." You could feel a rush of satisfaction at how he gave himself over to you.
"Fuck." He let out in a breathy moan. You could hear his hand moving faster, driving you to insanity knowing how desperate he was for you.
"Just like that." you murmured. "You want it, don't you?"
He gasped softly, almost pleadingly. "Yes, I want it so bad."
Before you could speak again, he interrupted. "I don't know how much longer I can hold back." His voice full with need.
"You can handle it, right? Well.. that's what you told me." You reminded him, your tone teasing. "Were you lying to me?
"No, butâ"Â You could hear the struggle in his voice, the way his breaths quickened as he fought against the sensation.Â
"Please." A groan reached your ears, confirming your suspicion. "Please, I needâ" His voice was whiny, but it was obvious he was trying to keep it in.
"Need what?" you interrupted, a smile on your face. "Permission?"Â
"Yes." He responded immediately, his breath rigid.Â
"You're close, aren't you?" you teased. "Beg for it. Use that voice and tell me how much you want it."
His breathing became frantic as he pleaded. "I want to cum so badly, please. I can't hold back anymore. I'll do anything you want... just please, let me finish."
You hummed softly, his voice seeping into your ears. His voice was a mix of desperation, coming out in broken gasps.Â
"Please... I'm begging you." The urgency in his tone echoed through your mind making you give in.
"Finish for me." You said softly.Â
The sound that escaped him was pure ecstasy. His voice melting into a series of gasps and whimpersâ loud and desperate, sent shivers through you.Â
You wanted to be there, to feel him come undone against you.Â
"You did so well."Â
"Thank you." he murmured softly, trying to catch his breath, coming down from his high.Â
"Well... it's pretty late, I should get going." You spoke.Â
"Yeah cool, I understand. Have a good night." He responded, still sounding a bit winded.Â
"You too."
And with that you hung up, turning off your phone completely before closing your eyes, drifting to sleep as you thought about what just happened.Â
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A week had passed and you still couldn't shake that night. You didn't know whether to feel disappointed or proud of the night you had with a complete stranger on the internet. It was truly something you had never done before.
Walking into class you noticed an unfamiliar face talking to your professor as you walked to your seat. He was cute, you can admit that, but his sudden appearance already irritated you. You groaned as you saw your professor point your way, and the stranger started walking toward you. Currently you're working on a project that requires a partner. Luckily, you ended up working alone due to the odd number of students, but you could tell that was going to change as he walked towards you.
 Your eyes immediately dropped to your phone, hoping if you pretended not to see him, maybe he would just walk past, but of course you're not that lucky.Â
"Hey, I'm Haechan." His voice pulled you from your thoughts. "The professor told me to partner with you for the project."
Your heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way. His voiceâit was familiar, uncomfortably familiar. You felt a strange chill creep up your spine, but you quickly brushed it off. It couldn't be him, right?
"Hi, I'm Y/n." You replied, your voice coming out more clipped than you intended.
His eyes squinted ever so slightly as he looked at you in silence for a moment.
"Do you know what you're doing, or am I gonna have to teach you?" You didn't mean to speak harshly, but your words came out sharper than expected.
"I know what I'm doing." He answered, his voice low as he took a seat beside you.
You swear your blood ran cold every time you heard him speak. You listened to your fav audio guys voice a lot, you couldn't lie and say that it wasn't almost the same. It made you feel a little weirded out, only making you think of the night even more every time he spoke, but you just tried to ignore it and focus.
"So, we need to do a few things by the end of next week." You spoke.Â
He nodded but remained silent, his eyes locked on you in a way that made you feel exposed. His lips parted slightly as he continued to stare.Â
You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the tension. "I don't like strangers coming in my house, can I come over yours to work when we don't have class?"
"Yes, that works. Can I have your phone so I can give you my number? You know, to keep in touch." He asked.
You nodded in agreement, taking your phone and opening the phone app, handing it to him.
You looked away for one second, expecting him to quickly type in his number, but instead, you saw him swipe across the screen, heading straight for your Instagram.
"What are you doing?" You asked, irritation in your voice as you snatched your phone from him.Â
"I was tryna give you my insta like I said." He answered defensively, voice cracking slightly as he stared at you offensively.
"You said number." You replied, narrowing your eyes.
"Well I meant insta." He responded hastily, putting out his hand demandingly.Â
"Who do you think you are?" You snapped. "You're going to give me your number, it's way more practical." You handed him the phone again, this time watching him like a hawk as he slowly typed in his number, his eyes darting up at you now and then with that same suspicious glint.Â
"See how easy it is when you listen." You grinned, Haechan looking at you with glistening, suspicious eyes as you started typing on your computer.
"Why do you have SoundCloud and Spotify?" He asked suddenly, staring at your phone screen.
"What?" You hummed, not breaking contact from your computer.Â
"Why do you have SoundCloud AND Spotify. You only need one music app, right?" He asked, emphasizing his words sassily.
You turned to him, rolling your eyes, exasperated. "Why are YOU so noisy."Â
At this point you were clearly irritated and just wanted to get your work done, alone.
"Do you have something to hide?" He asked, leaning a bit closer, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he stared up at you.
You looked into his annoyed before sighing and turning back to your computer.
"I just listen to unreleased music up there, happy?"Â He hummed in response, not entirely convinced, but he let it go, turning his attention back to his phone.
"Are you busy tonight? I need to come over so we can discuss a new plan and get started." You didn't break any contact from your computer, typing steadily.
"You're not very patient are you?" He chuckled, scrolling through his phone.Â
"I just like to get things done." You responded.Â
He looked up from his phone, eyebrow raised as he stared at you suspiciously, as if he heard that line before.
"Yeah, that's fine. Come over at 6pm, I'll text you the address." He answered, looking down at his phone again.
"Ok, now get off your phone and give me your email so we can start working." You said.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes but complied, turning off his phone as he rattled off his email address.
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You stood at his apartment door, annoyed as no one came to let you in. You turned around, getting ready to leave. The day had already been stressful, and now you were almost at boiling anger.
"Where are you going?"
His voice stopped you in your tracks. You didn't want to turn around, didn't want to acknowledge himâeverything in you screamed to leave, but something about his voice pulled you back.
Slowly, you turned to face him, your gaze locking onto his. Haechan stood in the doorway, his frame leaning casually against the doorframe, eyebrows raised as if he hadn't just kept you waiting.Â
"What took you so long?" You walked toward him, your tone sharp as you fought to keep your composure.
"I was jerking off." He said sarcastically, a cocky smirk landing on his face as you looked at him with annoyance and disgust.
"Ah!" He yelped suddenly, launching himself toward you in mock attack, his hands making an exaggerated gesture as if he was going to grab you.
"Stop that was disgusting Haechan, what the fuck is wrong with you, seriously?" You asked, voice in obvious irritation.Â
He rolled his eyes, moving out the way so you could walk in. "Learn to take a joke."Â
Even though you had just got there he was already getting on your nerves.Â
You walked into his studio apartment, even though it was small, he made it look quite spacious and comfortable. His room was quite dark, purple and blue led lights surrounding his desk that sat next to his messily made bed, the atmosphere felt almost... intimate.
"It's so dark and scary in here." You joked trying to shake off your earlier discomfort, setting down your belongings and taking a seat on his bed.
Haechan said nothing, his face unreadable as he sat down in his desk chair, spinning it slightly to face you.
"So, why do you have a big microphone and a gaming headset?" you asked, pointing to the equipment scattered across his desk.
He looked at you, his expression unreadable but his jaw tightening. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... why the big setup? You recording something? Streaming? Or... something else?"
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his gaze darting to the microphone and then to the floor. "I just like good audio." He muttered defensively.
"Good audio for what?"
For a moment, he said nothing, only licking his lips as if buying time.Â
"Huh?" You spoke in a mocking tone, raising your eyebrows as you looked at him. "You can't answer?"
"God, why are you so noisy geez." He spoke defensively, getting up from his chair and snatching the cord from the computer, grabbing the microphone, throwing it in a drawer with more force than necessary.
"Oh, so when you ask questions I'm supposed to just answer, but when I ask you it's different?" You stood up, crossing your arms as you glared at him.
"Yes." He crossed his arms too, mimicking you with a smug expression.
"Do you have something to hide Haechan?" You asked softly, inching closer to him, his sparkling eyes looking into yours as you moved closer.
"Ha, no." He chuckled lightly, though it came out shaky, his shoulders stiffening as he backed up against the desk, knocking into it with a soft thud.
 "Shit." He whispered, turning around quickly, scrambling to pick up all the items that fell, growing startled as he turned back around to see you standing in front of him.
"Why are you so nervous Haechan?" You murmured faintly, your voice drifting into his ears, making his mind race.
"I'm- I'm not" His voice cracked, betraying him as he forced out a chuckle, but it died quickly.
"You sure about that?" you whispered, leaning in just a bit more, your eyes locked on his. You could practically feel his pulse as it quickened at the base of his neck.
His eyes flickered down to your lips before darting back up.
"You act like you're so tough, like you got everything figured out, but here you are, all jumpy and flustered." You teased.
Haechan let out a slow breath, his hands grabbing the edge of his desk, trying to hold himself up. "You think you know me?" His voice was low, barely more than a growl as he tried to regain control of the situation.
You smirked, backing up just a little, giving him space to breathe. "I'm starting to get the picture."
He stood there, silent for a moment, watching you with wary eyes. The tension between you was heavy, but before either of you could say anything more, his phone buzzed on the desk.
He glanced at the screen, then back at you, something unreadable passing over his face. "You gonna stay and work, or you leaving?"
"Let's just get this done." You said, taking a deep breath, breaking eye contact as you turned toward the bed. Â
The room felt different now, charged with something unsaid. You settled back onto the bed, pulling your laptop onto your lap, feeling Haechan's gaze on you.Â
"Hurry up and pull out your laptop. I don't wanna be here all night." You spoke, turning to him.
His tongue grazed the inside of his mouth as he looked at you with irritated eyes. "Ok."Â
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It had been over a month since you and Haechan have become friends, and you could say that he was bearable nowâ ok, you were kinda in love with him. How could you not be? His witty personalty, his face, his voice it was hard to not fall for him, especially when you saw him everyday. You and him were always together, hanging out mostly everyday, even after the project, so it wasn't a surprise when you got a text from him.Â
hey, can you come over im boreddd?Â
yeahÂ
doors unlocked, just come in.
ok
"Welcome home." He joked as you walked in.Â
You smiled, setting down your stuff at the door, removing your shoes to join him on the bed. He was wearing his signature outfit, a black shirt and gray sweatpantsâthick frames sitting on his face, his black hair messily in a middle part.
"So what do you want to do?" He asked, turning to you.
"I don't know Haechan you invited me over." You responded, scrolling on your phone.Â
"Let's just watch a movie." He said.
You nodded in response, prompting him to get up to grab some snacks.Â
Your eyes scanned the room, stopping at his computer. Soundcloud was wide open, the screen pretty much screaming for your attention, and there you saw a familiar banner.Â
"What chips do you want." He asked, looking over to you, noticing you staring at the computer. You broke contact with the computer, looking at him, still a little taken aback.Â
"Uh, it- it doesn't matter." You said, looking back at the computer subconsciously. His eyes joined yours, staring at the computer screen then back into yours.Â
"Oh oops, is it too bright?" He asked, walking over to his desk and exiting out of the tab, turning down the computer brightness.Â
"Yea thanks." You giggled, turning back to look at your phone.Â
Your head flooded a thousand thoughts.Â
Ok, you could be overreacting and he could just be a pervert like you and you both happened to listen to the same guy, or it could be something he just stumbled across, but everything lined up so perfectly.Â
You turned the phone away from him, turning down your brightness as you opened Soundcloud. You went straight to his profile and the banner was obviously the same, no denying that, but you looked around the account for more hints. You couldn't find anything else, it's not like you could ask him anyways, right?Â
You were about to give up, but you took another good look at the profile, his banner catching your attention. You sat examining the username that was in the center 'hcillusion119." What could that mean?Â
"Hey Haechan."
"What?" He turned to look at you.Â
"If you had to choose a number what would it be? Make it in the hundreds."Â
"I don't know, maybe one hundred and nineteen."
Your eyes widened as you stared at your phone. No way...
"What are your initials again?" You asked, looking at your phone.
"LDH, Why?" He asked.
"Huh, where did the D come from?" You turned to him with questioning eyes.Â
"That's my real name Y/n. My other initials are LHC, Why are you asking?" He answered with a snarky tone.Â
You sat staring at him for a second, the user name replaying over and over again in your mind. That was itâ the hc stood for Haechan. Of course he would choose a name like that: 'Haechan Illusion 119', it was right in front of your face.Â
"I have to go to the bathroom, take a second to get back normal because you're acting weird." He said, interrupting your thoughts.
You turned to him nodding, going back on your phone like there wasn't a care in the world. You sat there waiting patiently for the bathroom door to shut and lock, waiting a few seconds before sprinting up, taking a seat in his computer chair.Â
Thankfully, he didn't lock the computer, so you could easily access everything. You turned the brightness up and quickly typed in the website, before you even typed in the whole word it came up. You clicked on it, and there it wasâ that banner, those audios, and a 'edit' button.Â
Your eyes widened, you always had a feeling that it was him, especially when you heard his voice, but something was telling you that it was too good to be trueâ this explained everything.Â
The microphone, why he was persistently trying to get into your insta, why he asked about Soundcloud on your phone, everything was piecing together. You quickly typed instagram on the search bar, praying that it was logged in, and thank goodness it was. You went straight to his dms, a whole bunch of randoms of course, but then you saw it: 'unknown825'. You sat still for a second, staring at your username, clicking on it. You laughed to yourself quietly, you didn't know whether to feel relived, nervous, or...
"It's you, isn't it?" he said from behind you, startling you.Â
You turned around, heart racing. "I- um-" You stuttered, locking eyes with him, still sitting in the chair as he drifted towards you.
"You know, the first day we met in class I had a feeling it was you, but I didn't wanna jump to conclusionsâ goodness you looked like you were about to fall apart every time I spoke though, how could I not get suspicious?"Â
"I don't know what you're talking about Haechan." Your response came out a little less convincing than you thought.Â
"I tried to get into your insta, but there was nothing. I looked on your computer, nothing as well. Soundcloud? logged out. God you're good at hiding this." He inched closer and closer to you, your breathing getting heavier with every step.Â
"I couldn't just ask, expose what I do if it wasn't you. You thought the same thing too right, wanted to ask, but you couldn't? You had nothing to lose regardless, but I took you for one of those kind of girlsâ the kind that acts all innocent in front of everyone, but has a deeper, dirtier secret that you're hiding." His voice was seductive, yet mocking as well, you cant say that it didn't hurt your ego a little to spoken to like a little slut who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing.Â
"What, the cat got your tongue? What happened to you being so dominant?" He teased, sitting on his bed next to the chair, grabbing the arm rest and turning you to face him.Â
"You know, if you're wrong then you look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.
You tried to make yourself sound as convincing and possible, tried to make the situation seem like it didn't bother you, but honestly you were a little uptight about it. It's all fun and games when it's on the phone and you could just block each other and not talk ever again, but in person it was so much more.
"There she is, the Y/n I know and love. You know, I've waited for this moment. The moment where you would finally be so fucking desperate to know if it was me, been waiting for you to go through my stuff. You wouldn't do it though, surprisingly, so I just gave you a little push." He smiled, placing his hand on your knee.Â
You shoved his hand off of you. "What are you talking about, gave me a little push?" You asked, giving him questioning eyes.
"You think I would just keep Soundcloud wide open on my computer Y/n, be serious? I thought you were smarter than that." He smiled cockily, titling his head as you looked deeply into his eyes.
It was a setup. He set this whole thing up to catch you on purpose, and you fell right into his fucking trap.Â
"You're despicable. You did it, you caught me... now what?" You asked, leaning back in the chair, crossing your arms.
He took a look at the computer that was behind you, pointing to it, prompting you to look. You can't lie and say that you and hcillusion119, well, Haechan didn't do this call thing often, and that's exactly what he was hinting atâ the call that took place two days ago.Â
"Remember what you said we would do if we were together, what you would do to me?" He asked, his sweet, desperate voice melting your brain like ice cream on a hot summer day.Â
"No Haechan, I don't remember."
Of course, you remembered. How could you forget? Every late night conversation was carved into your mind. Each call felt like an escape, an intimate secret between just the two of you, leaving you aching for more. Now, the weight of his presence made it impossible to deny your own desires. You were curious...no, desperate to know if what you shared over the phone would be even more intoxicating in person.
"Let me remind you... please?" he whined, his voice tugging at something deep within you. He leaned down, his hand trembling slightly as he grabbed yours, guiding it to his cheek. The warmth of his skin sent shivers through your body, and without thinking, your thumb began to gently stroke his face.
His eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, his breath coming out in shaky sighs. "I'll be your good boy." he whispered, barely audible.
Your heart raced, the thrill of finally having him in front of you, not just a voice through a phone but real, and within reach. You could see the way his lips parted slightly, the rise and fall of his chest. It felt good to finally be close, to finally have him like this.
Without breaking eye contact, you slowly withdrew your hand from his cheek. His eyes snapping open, filled with need, searching your face as you got up from your seat. His gaze followed you, not wanting to even be an inch away from you.
"Go to the headboard." You murmured softly.
Haechan reacted instantly, rushing to the head of the bed, pressing his back firmly against the headboard. He adjusted his glasses, his lips slightly parted, eyes locked onto yours.
You crawled onto the bed, your movements slow. His breath hitched as you came wanting more, needing you. You reached him, your body hovering just above his, your fingers grazing the side of his face again.
"Tell me," you whispered, leaning in close enough for your breath to ghost over his lips. "what did I say I was gonna do?"
His eyes sparkled, you could see him unraveling, caught in the web of everything you had both imagined during those late nights. You both knew that you imagined each other's faces on those calls after you met in person for the first time, and now it was all a reality.Â
âYou said... you'd make me beg." His voice was a trembling whisper
"So beg me." You whispered, your voice soft, lips brushing against his ear, sending a wave of heat through him.
You felt him tense under your fingertips. His eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto yours with a desperation that made your heart pound. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, voice small, almost a whimper.
You smiled at the sight of him completely undone in front of you. You slowly lifted his glasses up onto his forehead, pushing the messy strands of his hair away from his face. Your fingers lightly grazed his skin, and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.
"That's not how you ask." You teased, your voice low as you leaned in closer, just enough for your lips to brush his, but not meet fully.
He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with need. "Please... Can I please kiss you Y/n? I need you," he breathed, his voice barely holding together. "I want your lips on mine so bad."
Your smile deepened as you leaned in, teasingly grazing your lips against his again, just barely. His lips parted, waiting for you to close the gap, but you pulled back, watching as frustration and longing flooded his expression. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
"Please." He whispered.
You finally gave in, pressing your lips against his in a heated, passionate kiss. The moment your lips met, it was like something electric passed between you both. The kiss deepened as his lips moved urgently against yours, tongues tangling together as if you were both trying to consume each other, neither wanting to pull away. You melted into him, your body pressing closer.
The kiss broke only when you both needed air, both of you gasping as you parted. Haechan's lips were swollen, his breath shallow, his chest heaving as he stared at you, his eyes filled with lust.
"Can I touch you?" He whispered, his voice needy.
You nodded, your heart racing even faster as he shifted you higher in his lap, his hands trailing slowly, up your sides. His fingers caressed your skin through your clothes and you felt his breath hitch as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin softly at first, then harder.
His lips moved down, sucking and biting gently at your skin, leaving marks. His hands explored your body, grabbing, squeezing, and pulling you closer, his touch growing more possessive with every second. His hips moved beneath you, the friction of his lap against you sending waves of heat pooling in your stomach. You gasped as he rocked you back and forth, grinding you against him.
Small, breathy moans escaped your lips as his mouth moved from your neck, traveling down to your collarbone, where he kissed and nipped at your skin, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips firmly and guiding your movements against him.
"Fuck... feels so good." He whimpered, his voice strained as he broke away from your skin, his head falling back against the headboard. His eyes were half lidded as he watched you move.
Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging lightly as he groaned, his body reacting to every touch, every movement. His grip on your waist tightened, and you felt him twitch beneath you as he pulled you even closer, his hips bucking up against you.
"God Y/n." He whispered breathlessly, lips finding yours again, the kiss hungry and desperate, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you.
He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "I wanna taste you." He desperately spoke, looking at you with begging eyes.
Your fingers slid through his hair as you watched him, his breath quickening, his hands resting on your hips. He was desperate for your permission.
"I wanna taste you." He repeated. He was looking up at you, his lips parted, pleading. "Please Y/n... I'll make you feel so good, I promise."
You let out a soft hum, your fingers tracing along his jaw, watching as his body visibly tensed, waiting for your response. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he couldn't tear his gaze away from you. He was completely under your control, willing to do anything you asked.
"You'll do exactly what I want?" You whispered, your thumb grazing over his cheek as you leaned closer, teasing him with the lightest touch. He swallowed hard, nodding quickly.
"Yesâyes." He breathed, his voice barely holding together. His eyes were wide, shimmering with anticipation, his grip on your hips tightening, almost as if he were afraid you'd pull away. "Please, just let me. I'll make you feel so good Y/n, I swear."
Your lips curved into a small smile as you stroked the side of his head, leaning in just enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath. "Then go ahead baby. Make me feel good."
The moment the words left your mouth, his eyes lit up. Without wasting another second, he gently pushed you onto your back, his hands moving with urgency as he pulled down your pants and underwear in one motion.
He paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto you with awe, like he was seeing something he had dreamed about for far too long. His hands traced along your thighs, and you could feel the faint trembling in his fingers as he spread your legs, positioning himself between them. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of you, his lips parting slightly as he let out a soft exhale, his breath warm against your skin.
"You're... perfect." He murmured, almost to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his lips brushing your inner thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You could feel his desire, his need to please you.
Slowly, he began kissing his way up your thighs, his lips trailing delicately. Every kiss sent a spark of heat through your body, and you could feel your pulse quicken as he got closer and closer to where you wanted him most. His hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place as his breath fanned over your core.
"Fuck..." he groaned, his voice low. You could feel the restraint in his body as he tried to hold himself back. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you saw nothing but hunger in them.
"You're so beautiful Y/n." He whispered before lowering his head between your legs, finally giving you what you'd been waiting for.
The first touch of his tongue against you was slow, he was savoring the taste of you. He let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating against your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands held your thighs apart, his grip possessive but gentle as he worked his tongue in slow, sensual strokes.
"Oh my god." You moaned out, your hands tangling in his hair as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue moving with more urgency now. He flicked his tongue against your clit, earning a gasped out of you, your back arching off the bed as he sucked lightly, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body.
Haechan groaned against you, the vibrations from his voice adding to the sensation, and you could feel his desperation growing with every second. He was completely lost in you, every lick, every suck more intense than the last. His hands slid up your thighs, holding you steady as he devoured you, his tongue moving faster, more eagerly.
Your breaths came out in shallow gasps, your body trembling beneath his touch, and you could feel the heat building in your core, your stomach tightening with every flick of his tongue.
"Haechan... fuck." You whimpered, your grip tightening in his hair as he continued to work his mouth against you.
"Please Y/n, I want you to come for me." He groaned against your skin, his voice filled with desire. His tongue moved faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "I need you."
You cried out, your entire body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you, your grip tightening in his hair as you rode out your high, legs shaking. Haechan didn't stop, his mouth still working against you, drawing out your orgasm.Â
Finally, he pulled back, his lips swollen and glistening, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked up at you.
"Did I do good?" He asked softly, his voice still breathless, his eyes searching yours.Â
"Mhm." You hummed, your fingers gently stroking his cheek brushing away a few strands of hair. "You did so good for me."Â
He smiled in response, leaning in to take your lips into a kiss.
Somehow, it was more passionate than the last. You two devoured each other, tongues tangling, your body heating up as you felt Haechan grind against you, trying to feel some type of friction.
"Fuck, I need to feel you... can I please feel you Y/n?" He whispered, his breath tickling your earlobe.
You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his. "Do you think you deserve it?" You asked teasingly.
His eyes locked onto yours. "I do... please, let me feel you." He pleaded.
You couldn't resist the sincerity in his eyes. With a playful smirk, you gestured for him to adjust, his back pressing against the headboard as anticipation swirled between you.
"If you think you deserve it, then take off your pants." you instructed, your voice firm yet inviting.
His eyes widened like he was in a dream. Without hesitation, he slid down his pants, exposing his readiness to you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Of course you're not wearing underwear." You laughed, crawling into his lap, his eyes filled with excitement and shyness.Â
"You're so fucking dirty." You whispered, threading your fingers through his hair, drawing a soft moan from him as you gave a gentle tug.
His glasses slipped to the bridge of his nose, but he seemed unconcerned, his attention solely on you. Any other time he would've voiced a rebuttal to your comment, but he needed you so bad he couldn't even find the words.
"Please." He murmured desperately.
Slowly, you adjusted yourself, guiding him to your entrance. Both of you moaned as you took him in, inch by inch, until he was fully in you.
He threw his head back against the headboard, overwhelmed by the sensation of your warmth surrounding him as you moved. "Fuck." he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightening.
"What, can you not handle it?" You teased.
"Iâ" He tried to speak before it was cut off by a small moan escaping as you pulled him deeper. "Can I move you?" He asked.
A soft nod was all he needed. His hands found your hips, guiding you, lifting you in a rhythm that soon had him whimpering your name, his movements becoming more desperate as your heat wrapped around him.
He had dreamed of this momentâthe chance to feel you, and it was everything he'd imagined and more. "Fuck, feels so good." He whimpered.
His pace quickened, driven by your shared need, each whimper and sigh from you encouraging him to go deeper, faster.
"Fuck Haechan, you're so big." You moaned out, the words shooting straight to his pelvis.Â
"Are you gonna be good for me and cum?" you whispered into his ear, your words sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.
"Yes, fuck, I'll be good for you." He moaned out, overwhelmed by the sensations pushing him closer to the edge. His glasses fogged with each heated breath.
His movements grew messy, each thrust sending him closer to the edge, you tightening around him.
"Fuck, gonnaâcum.â He gasped, his body trembling beneath you.
"Cum for me, I'm almost there." You said, your stomach tightening as he hit your g-spot.
"Feels so good." He whimpered, the feeling of you clenching around him making him go almost insane.Â
"Fuckâ gotta pull out." He could barely get the words out, eyes squeezed shut, he felt dizzy. Even though his mouth said one thing, his hands kept moving you, keeping himself deep inside you.
"It's okay baby, fill me up." You moaned, the permission tipping him over the edge.
"Fuck I'm coming." He let out a choked whimper, finding his release, filling you full of his seed. His hands covered his mouth as he tried to hold in the cries that wanted to be let out.Â
"Uncover your mouth."Â You spoke, wanting to hear every precious sound he made, reaching your high shortly after.Â
His hands fell away, gripping the sheets to ground himself. His moans turned into cries of pleasure as he twitched beneath you, riding out the last waves of pleasure together.Â
"Shit." You said breathless, exhausted and satisfied, your head resting in the crook of his neck, your shared breath slowing to a gentle rhythm.
"Look at what you do to me." He muttered, obviously still winded.
"Look at what you do to me"Â You said, gently cupping his face, smiling as you took in the mess you both becameâhis glasses fogged beyond use.Â
He smiled lazily, resting his head on the head board as he let out a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes.
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HARD TIMES / EVAN BUCKLEY
PAIRING: Evan Buckley x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Whilst waiting for his appointment, Evan abstains from sexual encounters. Which is a bit hard whilst simultaneously having a crush on the girl from the coffee shop.
WARNINGS: Fluff, sex mentions, teasing, makeouts & sexual depictions
WORDCOUNT: 2.5K Words
A/N: Iâm actually in love with this idea đ May or may not have made Buck a whiner đ As per usual, @megalony for giving me the inspo to finish this off - check out her Buck fic!!
Gif not mine, credits to the owner!
He was cursed, indefinitely.
Getting rescheduled, running out of gas, random remodels galore. It seems as if someone was against him finally making his donation. But the waiting wasnât the worst part, the no sex rule was major. Why on Earth had he stuck with it? Evan assumed it wouldnât be too difficult, which it wasnât.
Until he met you.
It was the fourth day of waiting and heâd changed his usual coffee place ever since they randomly only served skim milk. And he was happy to make the change, since his new place was actually three minutes closer as well as better. Ever since he saw you, heâd found himself ordering more than needed, adding a muffin or two, or ordering for the crew.
Anything that let him stare at you for a little while longer. You were always on time, every morning you showed up, ordered the same thing with the occasional additional treat. A smile on your face and always equipped with a kind compliment.
But Buck surprisingly couldnât find it in himself to approach you. Whether he was too scared of embarrassing himself or he just liked staring. He found himself second guessing his actions at every turn. It wasnât until you came in minus a smile that he worked up the courage to interact with you.
You were currently sitting outside, gazing at the oncoming traffic and people going about their day. The cup in your hands taking the brunt end of your restlessness as you tapped your fingers. The hand waving in your face brought you back, âOh, Iâm so sorry. Did you need something?â The man in front of you grinned, âUh no, not really. I just- well you wereâŚâ He pointed out to the traffic before pointing at you again.
âWould you like to sit? Maybe itâd help you get your words together.â You joked as he laughed before pulling his respective chair, âThanks, Iâm Evan. But people call me Buck, whatever works for you.â You reached your hand out, âY/n, nice to meet you Evan.â
Evan smiled before revealing the brown bag, âI uhm, well you looked like you were a bit down, so I ordered you a pastry. Thought itâd cheer you up.â Your regular pastry sat inside the bag, waiting for you to eat it, âOh! You really didnât have to, thatâs so nice of you.â He waved his hand, brushing off your words, âItâs nothing really, just enjoy it.â You wanted to ask how he knew, but figured there was no point in it.
And the two of you talked for almost an hour afterwards, slowly getting to know each other better. The pair of you were quick friends to your surprise. And your relationship only grew afterwards, regularly catching up in the mornings over coffee. Which then turned to lunch together during his off day, and then dinner.
You knew it was quick, but you couldnât help yourself, you really did like Evan. It was unbelievably easy to talk to him, he was such a warm person. And Evan sure as hell liked you. Every day he found it easier to get out of bed, overly eager to get to see your face and hear your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours.
Heâd never really clicked so easily with someone, and he was grateful for it. Itâd been a while since Taylor, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not just for a night. He found himself checking his phone every few minutes, hoping for a reply from you.
And everyone else noticed.
âWhatâs got you so happy Buckley?â Chimney asked from the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Hen glanced over to find Buck smiling down at his phone, âNothing, just looking at photos.â Hen circled back to him, sitting down across from him as she surveyed his body language. You and Evan had been out last night at a movie, and youâd both posed in the cardboard cutouts.
The photo he was looking at had you as a bodybuilder and him in a dress he looked âabsolutely stunning inâ, according to you.
âItâs like your face is permanently smiling. Please tell me itâs not frozen.â She poked his cheek before he swatted it away, âCan I not just be happy?â Chimney shrugged before settling down next to Hen, âYou can be happy, as long as you tell us what, or who, has you feeling this way.â Bobby came towards the trio, Eddie in tow, âWhoâs feeling what?â Hen chuckled, âSeems weâve got a smitten Buckley in the house. Weâre trying to figure out whoâs making him happy.â
Buck rolled his eyes before getting up, âItâs really not that big of a deal guys, cmon.â Bobby shook his head, âYes it is, someoneâs in love.â The group laughed as Evan shook his head, âNot you too, I thought you were sensible.â He shrugged his shoulders, âI am extremely sensible, and curious. Whatâs their name?â
âHer names Y/n, and thatâs all you get to know for now. Damn vultures.â
âDonât make me circle back for you Buckley!â Hen shouted out as Evan made his way down, what he didnât expect was for you to be waiting for him. âY/n?â You turned swiftly to meet his eye, âHey Buck, you called me?â His eyebrows furrowed, âIt mustâve been an accident, Iâm sorry. But you didnât have to come here.â
He was thoroughly impressed, did a phone call from him warrant a visit? Not that he was complaining. You looked even more gorgeous than usual, and you smelledâ
âYeah but we were supposed to meet for lunch, and you didnât reply, I only got a call.â His eyes widened in realisation, heâd forgotten your date. Was it a date? Did you think it was a date? Is that why you were wearing a dress? You said you usually only wear them for special occasions or people. Was he a special person?
âIâm so so sorry, it mustâve slipped my mind. We just came back from a run. We can go now for sure.â Your smile spread as he spoke, âIs something funny? Please tell me I donât have sauce on my face.â Your laughter filled the air, did you know that your eyes creased when you giggled? Your nose also scrunched, god you were cute.
His eyes trailed up to the balcony, where his entire team stood staring before straightening up, âMhm, the top of the trucks are so pretty. Probably shiny too.â The random topics of conversation were more than enough to alert Evan to the eavesdropping taking place. âGuess you might as well meet those idiots.â You smiled, âLead the way Firefighter Buckley.â
âOh! You are brilliant!â Chimney exclaimed as the rest of the group laughed uncontrollably. Buck sat with his arms crossed, âItâs not even that funny!â You couldnât help but pat his bicep, âOf course you donât think it is!â You leaned into him as you giggled, practically pushing your chest into his arm.
Donât look, donât look, donât look.
Evanâs eyes were staring right into Eddies soul, as Eddies laughter died down, âYou okay?â He mouthed as the man across him from blinked rapidly before nodding. Eddies eyes trailed to you, and your low cut dress before returning to Buck. Oh, oh! Eddie smiled, âThatâs a really lovely dress Y/n/n.â Evanâs eyes narrowed, wishing a few horrible accidents upon Eddie.
Murmurs of agreement broke out from everyone else, âIt really is, what do you think Buck?â Evanâs lips drew into a tight line, âOh, yeah. Definitely, they look good in it. I meanâ you look amazing. Really good today. Not that you donât usually, you always look so good. And smell! Not that I smell you, you smell. Good! You smell good.â
You couldnât help but laugh as he stumbled his way through his monologue, âGood to know Buck, good to know.â You promptly turned to Bobby, âYknow Evan never shuts up about your cooking, would I ever be so lucky to experience it for myself?â
Buck zoned out of the current conversation, replaying his epic fail in his head.The tightening of his pants had him shifting around uncomfortably, and Eddies grin aimed his way was getting to him.
He was going to kill Eddie.
Dinner that night was probably amongst one of the best dates heâd ever had. And he had asked you before you went out whether or not it was a date, repeatedly. But it was also a test of strength. Youâd decided to wear a gorgeous dress, designed to test his patience.
And as if that wasnât enough, heâd made the stupid mistake of inviting you back to his apartment.
Which, A) Gave the impression that something was going to happen.
B) Maybe made you think that he thought you were the type of girl to put out easily.
And Evan never wanted you to think that.
With a few glasses of wine, sweet music and amazing company you were bound to end up on his bed. Evanâs hands were soft yet controlling, lifting you up onto his lap to straddle him. âGod youâre gorgeous.â He murmured into your neck as you giggled, âIs that so?â He smiled up at you as your arms locked around his neck, âDefinitely.â
âThen we should settle in for the night, no?â
Evan wanted to curse his own mind for reminding him, maybe he could make the deposit another time, right? He knew it was wrong to think this way, but how could he stop himself from going all the way with you on top of him? âDammit, I am so sorry. But I canât.â Your swiftly lifted yourself off his lap, settling down next to him.
âHey thatâs fine, youâre not being forced into anything Buck.â Evan groaned as he leaned in to capture your lips again, âYou are so annoyingly understanding. And I love that about you, itâs one of the many things I love. Including this gorgeous lace.â He joked as he traced the strap of your bra. âOh hush, whatâs going on?â
âPromise you wonât freak out?â
âPromise.â You smiled before grabbing his hands, with wide eyes filled with curiosity staring up at him, he couldnât help but feel the pressure. âAn old friend asked me to be a sperm donor, and before making my donation, I thought it best to uhâŚâ You raised an eyebrow as Evan struggled to find the right words, âTo keep my swimmers in the tank, if you catch my drift.â
âI catch your drift, or is it a flow?â Evan rolled his eyes as you raised yourself to kiss his cheek, âI fully understand, you donât have to be sorry. I think what youâre doing is absolutely amazing Evan, helping to start a family? Thatâs really sweet of you, but it mustâve been a hard decision.â
And thatâs what the loved about you. Your willingness to listen, to wait and understand what you were being told. Most girls Buck had been with had never really seen everything about him, nor understood him. With you felt truly seen, and heard. Never judged. And you were breathtakingly beautiful, which was a nice bonus.
âIt was.â He watched as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, âIf iâm half naked, so are you. Now letâs sit and talk, when did you decide to help them out?â
For the rest of the night, the two of you simply laid in bed and cuddled, looking up at each other. Whilst you talked, Evan found his eyes trailing down your body. The two of you were in your underwear, and you your bra. With you practically ontop of him he found an intruder settling in.
âWhat is that?â You whined from underneath the covers, âUh, maybe itâs my phone?â Evan rationalised as you stared at him, âUnless I stole someoneâs phone and put it on charge, I donât think itâs a phone.â Evan tried to stop you before you raised the covers, âOh.â
âWell hello there.â The pillow was swept from underneath you as Evan buried his face in it, âDonât,â Your laughter made his heart beat faster, and your hand which circled his crotch made him buck his hips upwards. âOh god, please donât.â
âDonât⌠what?â Evan buried his head into your shoulder as you continued to tease him, it was the funniest thing youâd seen all day. And a helpless Buck was a fun one. âI like hearing you beg.â He slammed the pillow down onto his lap, âYâyou canât say things like that!â His cheeks were turning red, whether it was embarrassment from his stutter or your hands, you liked it.
âSure I can, just did. And you want to know something Evan?â
âNot really.â
âIndulge me,â
âOkay.â Evan gave in as you leaned into his ear, âI donât sleep well with anything on.â You quickly kissed him before unclasping your bra, throwing your undergarments onto the floor and settling back in.
âGoodnight baby.â You smiled before turning off the lamp.
It was going to be a long night. Evan sat in the dark for about an hour before his situation calmed down, if he was sure of one thing? You were going to be the death of Evan Buckley.
It was donation day, finally.
Evan was practically bouncing off the walls after his shift, zooming down to the clinic before another mishap ruined his donation day. And luckily for him, he was given a cylinder and a few magazines before being sent on his way. His fingers drummed against the wheel of his jeep, he was having a good day.
The only thing better? His date with you tonight. What he hadnât expected was to come home to candles, rose petals and his favourite girl happily sleeping in bed.
âUhh, Y/n?â You sat up straight away in bed, âEvan! Youâre back!â He walked up the stairs before setting his phone and keys down, âWhoa, you lookâŚâ You were wearing one of your favourite sets, and a new favourite of Evanâs, it didnât exactly leave a lot to the imagination.
And heâd seen more than enough of you.
âOh god, you look so good.â
âWell youâre extremely lucky, this is all for you. Almost five weeks, you did so well Evan.â
âI did well?â
âYes you did, and you know what?â Evan shook his head rapidly, he was itching to touch you, âI cleared the day tomorrow for you and me, we can stay here as long as youâd like.â Evan felt weak in the knees, âOh I love you. Now can I please throw you into bed?â You giggled before wrapping your arms around his neck.
âYou can do whatever youâd like, Firefighter Buckley.â
âOh, Firefighter Buckley?â Evan pushed you down to the bed before climbing over you, âMhm.â His hands lifted your gown slowly, stroking the soft skin, âNow I really want to see you in my coat.â
âOh? What, with your name on the back? All yours arenât I?â
âThat you are. Youâre not gonna be walking for a few days.â Evan teased as he planted kisses along your neck, you raked your hands through his soft hair, âIâm definitely not complaining.â
Hard times have good outcomes, or something like that.
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if you're still interested in smutty requests.. what about the line "want me to serenade you while you strip?" and it's eddie jokingly saying this to reader and she runs with it and he tries to keep playing but COME ON there's more important things those fingers should be doing đ
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âStop looking at me like that!â you whine with your arms crossed over your nearly bare chest. âYouâre making it weird!â
Eddie laughs loud. âWhere am I supposed to look?â he asks, leaning back on the mattress and propping his weight on his elbows. Heâs got a better view of you from this angle. More of your half-naked body in his sight.
âI can feel you looking at meâ Itâs making me feel weird.â
âWell, how am I supposed to look anywhere else when youâre in front of me like this, huh?âÂ
His eyes are lidded and swimming with melted chocolate. Youâre not sure how youâve captured his attention like this, in the tamest underwear you own and your most ancient bra. Heâs looking at you like youâre already undressed â like youâre still pretty even though you arenât.
âYouâre an idiot,â you giggle, glittering with adoration.
âAnd youâre the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen,â he quips without thinking twice, wild head titled to his shoulder and a crooked smirk on his kissed mouth. âSo I guess weâre even.â
His eyes rake over you again, heavy like itâs the first time theyâve ever seen you.Â
He pulls his plush lip between his teeth and, almost absentmindedly so, brings his palm to the crotch of his jeans. He grips his covered cock with a pale hand, shifting it slightly within the confines of the denim. It grows slowly and achingly stiff the longer he looks at you.
Eddie looks like a Renaissance painting like this. Ethereal and hedonistic. You almost forget to breathe.
âI havenât even done anything yet,â you say with a forced laugh.
âYouâre half-naked in my bedroom, dollâ thatâs all you need to do,â he chuckles, golden and more sincere than yours. His ringed fingers clutch tighter at his covered bulge. He breathes hard through his nose. âYou could be fully clothed, and youâd still turn me on.â
âStop messing with me,â you argue in a tiny voice, features twisted in a subtle pout.
âIâm not messing with you.â
âDo you want me to get naked? Or should I just stand here for the next two minutes?â
âTwo minutes? Câmon. Give me a little credit. At least, two-and-a-half,â Eddie jokes. And then, when you laugh, he assures you. âYou donât have to get undressed if it makes you uncomfortable. Unless it would make you feel better if I serenaded youââ
âNo.â
ââToo late.âÂ
You reach your arms for the clasp of your bra. Eddieâs voice fills the trailer â âdo, do, do, do-do-do-do-do-doâ â the high-pitched intro to âI Was Made for Loving You.â It makes you laugh loud. A big, girlish laugh that makes your head drop back.
Your bra comes off, and you forget to be nervous.
âWhy are you laughinâ at me, huh?â Eddie jokes, eyes going squishy around the edges when he looks at you.
ââCause thatâs, like, the least sexiest part of that song.â
âI beg to differ.â
âWell, are you gonna keep singing, superstar? Or am I gonna have to keep my underwear on?â
He goes dumb for a flash of a second, forgets the lyrics and how to form the words of them in his mouth. He jumbles them together for a second in mindless mumbles until the real thing spills from his lips. âââCause girl, you were made for me⌠And girl, I was made for youâŚâ
You tug your panties down your thighs while he sings for you. You make a big show of it too, tossing the pair of them into your loverâs lap and giggling when it gets him all flustered.Â
âFuckâ câmere,â he urges, as dumb as he is breathless, now that youâre fully naked in front of him. His hand drops to his lap again, palming at his stiffening length to ease the ache there. His free hand reaches out for you. âCan youâ Just come sit in my lap, baby, please.â
You donât know why heâs groveling. You were breaking the second you saw him melting for you. Not thinking straight enough to tease him about it, you settle yourself over his lap â kneeling on the mattress, both of your thighs straddling one of his.
You linger there, just above him. Eddieâs ringed hands reach gently for your warm jaw to pull you closer to him. You donât give in so easily â âKeep singing for me, rockstar. You got a show to warm up for, remember?â
Eddie blinks up at you, eyes wide and lidded and honeyed. He looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. Like youâre some ethereal being carved out of stone. Like youâre the prettiest thing heâs ever seen because you are.
âShit,â he curses under his breath. âThis is so fucking metal.â
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SlashtoberđŞ|| Misery!Yunho
Pairing: Yunho x Reader
Word Count: 6.0k
Warnings: THE ENDING IS DARK!! Stalker!Yunho, Dom!Yunho, Sub!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Mutual Masterbation, Possesiveness, Yunho Is Toxic ASF, Primal Play, Fear Play, Degradation, Choking, CNC, YuYu Uses His Body To Restrain You, Spit, Spanking, Dacryphilia, Masterbation, Clit Play, Oral, Restraining, Fingering, Ass Play, Squirting, Cum EatingâŚIf I Missed AnythingâŚLemme Knowđđ
A/N: Because tomorrow is going to be busy, busy for me, I decided to drop Yunhos slasher fic a day earlyđ! This whole fic is DARK, once again they are based off of the slashers in the horror film. If youâve seen the movie Misery, you know the movie was crazy as hell, so what do you think this fic will be? Crazy as hell. I enjoyed writing this so much, I apologize for the person I was when I was writing the smut to this ficđ.
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âAm I almost finished?â You say while eating peanut m&ms. Letting a smile grace your face you nod, holding up a stack of papers. Making sure not to turn them around you show the camera. Letting all your fans on live see the hard work you have done. You had been working on this book for quite some time. You had taken a well deserved vacation up to northern New York to add the finish touches. Squinting you get closer to the screen, trying to read the fast moving messages.
âWhat is the plot like?â You read out loud, munching on another m&m, you smile once more. The flood of questions coming in hot. You couldnât help but feel proud. Pointing to your chin like you are thinking.
âHmmâŚI canât spoil the plot you guys! If I told you the plot then it would ruin the suspense.â With a small laugh, you shift through more of the comments.
âWhen are you coming back home?â You read. Rolling your eyes slightly, you chuckle.
âSoon Woo! Iâm packing up soon, and will be on the road no later than maybe 5pm?â Eating another handful of m&ms. You grab the laptop, moving it to the side. You pull up the curtains of the window, showing all the viewers the beautiful, snowy view. A small sigh leaves your mouth..
âI swear this vacation was not long enough. Look how pretty the snowfall is.â You whisper out, getting caught up in the moment before turning back to the computer. You adjust it once more, reading all the comments on the scenery.
âWhere are you?â You read, not thinking much of it, assuming that the commenter is trying to land a spot at the peaceful spot, you laugh it off.
âI canât tell you all that! You may try to steal my vacation spot.â You let out a small laugh, grabbing another handful of candy, before wrapping up the live. You wave sheepishly, promising to go live once you make it back to New York, closing your laptop. You pack up all your items, double checking to make sure you arenât missing a thing when you get a notification. You toss your phone in your car, not bothering to check it. As you load your car, you take in the surroundings once more. The peacefulness of quiet envelopes your body, wrapping it in a blissful hug. As a writer life wasnât easy for you, the pressure had been crushing your windpipe. This novel was well awaited once, your fans had been waiting three years for this book, the uneasy feeling of potentially letting them down always stayed in the back of your mind, nipping away at you like a hungry disease. Getting in your car you begin your trip back home, setting your phone up to use as the gps, as you get closer to exiting the property you begin to notice just how hard it is snowing. The thick, cold flakes sticking to the ground, crunching under your tires.
Thirty minutes into the drive you turn your windshield wipers up to clear your windshield as quickly as possible, the small flakes being very mighty. Letting out a groan you grab your phone off the dashboard, dialing Wooyoungs number to let him know you are going to turn around and head back to the cabin. The snow becomes too much for you to handle, trying to balance between looking at your phone, and at the road. As you are locking more onto your phone, not even a second later you lose control of the wheel. Tossing your phone aside, you grab the wheel tightly, trying to regain steering, pumping your brakes, you wind up spinning out and fall off the small cliff. The car falling, and crashing in between trees, your head smacks onto your wheel immediately knocking you out, the last thing you see is the white flurries of the cold flakes.
Not even a full hour has gone by before Yunho is getting out of his truck, searching high and low as to where your car couldâve gone. When he spots the small puff of smoke coming from your vehicle, the tracker on your car has only done so much luck for him. Notifying him that there had been an accident in the area but not pinpointing where you were. Swifty he makes his way down the snowbank, feet sliding down the hill as he hurries to you. Flinging open your car door he sees your slumped figure over the steering wheel, head lightly bleeding. Your eyes flutter slightly at the feeling of someone grabbing you. Barely being able to put any words together, yet alone thoughts together.
âMy, my, myâŚdarling what have you gotten yourself into.â He whispers while grabbing you, head bobbing in and out of consciousness, the darkness aids no help in being able to see. You gather all the strength you have, cold hand lightly palming the strangers wrist who you are now convinced is an angel pulling you towards the pearly gates.
âThank you..â you whisper out before slipping into a motionless state. A small smile creeps on his face before he lets out a squeal, tugging on your body, he lays you in the snow. Admiring your senseless state, body moving like itâs made of clay, that he is willing to mold to his likings. A warm finger runs down the sides of your face, bringing his face closer to yours, inhaling your scent. The warm scent you radiate tickles his nose, bending down he hooks one arm under your legs, the other arm under your shoulder blades hoisting you up. To a stranger it looks like your husband is carrying you to safety, clutching you close as he climbs up the snow bank. Placing you safely in his car, he makes his way back down grabbing your bag, taking the keys out the ignition before making his way back up. Stopping just short of his driver door, watching your collapsed body in the front passenger seat, still as a doll. Placing your items in his trunk, he climbs into the driver seat, placing your head onto his thighs. The weight of your head makes his body grow warm, admiring your features he traces the shape of your nose, finger tips barely grazing your skin, almost as if he applied any more pressure heâd ruin the masterpiece below him. Starting the truck, he begins to pull off, glee filling his body as he makes his way closer to your shared home, the home he made for the two of you, the home you would wind up never leaving.
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Your eyes flutter at the bright light, as you try to move you wince at the pain surging through your head.
âCareful.â A deep voice speaks, startling you. Your eyes shoot open, wincing at such movements. A hand comes up to your forehead, fingertips lightly brushing over the stitches.
âYou had a nasty crash, I tried to fix you up with everything I had laying around the house.â
Eyes floating to the person who was speaking. He was gorgeous, broad shoulders, button up rolled to his elbows, friendly smile on his face. You were dumbstruck just by how beautiful he was. If only you had known what you were getting yourself into. He sat in the chair across from the bed you were in. Handing you a bottle of water, he explains to you how he was traveling on the road, and came across your crashed car in a ditch. As each second passed by you started to tune out how he had saved you, focusing heavy on the features of his face. The way he bit his lip when he was heavy into detail. How he talked with his hands. When he caught you staring he gave you a shy smile, a warm blush breaking out on his neck. Nodding your head as you listened to him, you had agreed to stay in the cabin til you healed up. As you were in no shape to leave, he kept you occupied. You had even started to talk to him about your personal life and how you were a writer, soon to be wrapping up and publishing your novel soon. His eyes twinkled with each breath you spilled about your book. You intrigued him so much, he had been following you for quite sometime now, everything you were telling him about wasnât new news to him. He was well aware of what was going on in your life. It just sounded so much sweeter coming from your lips. As a couple days went on you were up and out of bed, moving around. Becoming independent once again, this did not please him. He tried to give you any and every reason to remain in bed, the nice guy you knew was now smothering you. Swearing he couldnât find your phone in the crash, going so far to even say that he didnât get any signal in the cabin so he only had a landline.
Internally you were punching yourself, relying so much on technology you hadnât memorized anyoneâs number but your own. Every move you made in the house it felt like you were being watched. You couldnât deny that the attraction you had towards him lessened the blow of him being slightly weird. You were very attracted to him but knew this would never work. He was too dominant, too overbearing. Every word you spoke to him it felt unreal, almost as if he was trying to poison you and your brain. Tainting you beyond repair. Each day you looked out the window, the heavy snowfall felt like it would never give up. Part of you wished to be like one of the cold, wet flakes. Free.
You could only get so far as Yunho was on top of everything you did, only letting you in a couple rooms, yours, the bathroom, and the kitchen. He never let you venture out farther than he felt like you needed. He would leave for hours at a time during the week. Saying he was going back to the crash site to see if he could recover any of your items. Forbidding you to leave your room, sometimes even locking you inside. You never bat an eye once at these actions as you didnât want to alarm him or throw any red flags.
You had been keeping small items you found in certain areas. You were loaded with paper clips, bending certain ones in odd ways to try and leave your room. As the windows had been sealed shut. Keeping track of which paper clips worked perfectly to the locks of the door. You were successful many times, choosing to roam the home when you knew he was quite a distance away. But one dayâŚone very forgetful day your freedom got to your head. Not realizing the time that had passed, and missing the large man who was currently watching you rummage around his items. As large as he was, he moved like he was one with this house. Feet missing the floorboards that squeaked, steps as quiet as a mouse. Watching as you shift around, fingers flickering through his items, you fail to miss the way he takes up the doorway to the room. In such few minutes everything had escalated so quick.
âI just knew you were up roaming around. You almost had me fooled for a while til I realized you left your little key behind.â He says ending his sentence with a snicker to his tone. Holding up your make shift key, your eyes grow wide. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, you stand still. His presence looming over your very own. With each small step towards you, his smile grew wider. Your hands fidget by your side. Clearly confused on what to do.
âDo you know what happens to bad girls who donât listen?â Shaking your head no very slowly, afraid to move any quicker. Your eyes never leave his, with such small sentences he carried such a heavy presence. He owned this place, he owned you, everything around you, you were his.
âBad girls get fucked.â He says while leaning down to meet your eyes, his large stature swallowing you whole. Eyes growing wide, your breath stops for a split second. Your eyes dart to the door that he came through, empty and clear for taking off. He notices your hand twitching, eyes growing wide with anticipation. Letting out a small laugh, he steps back a bit giving you some space. You take this as a sign, you book it for the door, before you can even get three steps past him he snatches your body off the ground, feet dangling in mid air. You feel a hotter heat stead through your groin, you let out a loud groan. Clearly embarrassed at what noise you let you, your hands fly over your mouth, cupping it in shock. His large hands holding your stomach, just close to where you needed him. Flailing your body you try to break out of his hold, shaking as much as you can, praying that he is strong enough to hold you and not let you. He walks with your squirming body to the center of the living room. Moving one hand up to your neck as the other is holding your body tight to his. Your body immediately stops moving, limbs falling almost as if they are falling into a paralyzation. He smiles almost giddy at the way you so easily submit to him.
âA good hand on the neck.â He emphasizes his sentence by adding more pressure to your throat. Slowly putting you on the ground, belly first so you are laid out on the floor. Kneeling behind you he places his other hand between your shoulder blades.
âAnd an even firmer hand between the shoulder blades . Now thatâs how you usually make a bitch submit.â He whispers into your ear. You feel your cunt clench at his dirty mouth, the more pressure he puts on your back the hotter your body grows. Your private areas are only covered by your bra and night time shorts. You are positive soon he will be able to see your arousal seep through the thin material. He looks below him at your form. The woman of his dreams right below him makes his cock grow bricked. Never did he think heâd have you in his arms. You slightly wiggle your body trying to squeeze your thighs tighter together, any stimulation to your clit will aid in the throbbing heat your body is feeling. He places more weight on your shoulder blades, taking this as a sign that you are trying to wiggle away. As your body aches with need at the more pressure he puts he squeezes your throat a bit before loosening his grip on it.
âI told you what happens to bad girls when they donât listen.â He replies, voice as still water before the hurricane rushes through.
Squishing your face between his hands, your lips part. Nails slightly digging into your soft cheeks. Pulling your body back closer to his chest he ruts his hips against your ass. Feeling his thick member through his pants
âYou like this donât you?â You grunts into your ear, pulling down his pants with one hand, while the other holds your body in place. Your fingers are biting into your palms, trying your every to remain as quiet as possible you will not give him the satisfaction or play into games. His heavy cock smacks your bottom, the weight of it has you biting your lip, placing your forehead against the floor, letting out the quietest of whimpers. The warmth heats through the fabric of your sweat pants. Placing his body weight on you, he lays flat against you. Fiddling with your own shorts, pulling them just under the cusps of your ass. Pulling your panties to the side so your ass was exposed to him he let out a groan. Seeing the plump flesh has him in a trance. His hand still firmly gripping your face, he hikes your head up. Your eyes looking directly in the mirror, the room is dark as midnight, the soft moonlight catches his eye. Shining in a demonic way, he was up to no good, and here you were refusing to fight him off. The struggle of him on top of you did nothing but make your mouth moist, your body on fire.
âLook at you, taking it.â Your eyes squint, looking off to the side, too ashamed to admit you were getting off at this. Your cunt grows slicker by the second, his smile predatory at best. He looks like a beast in the moonlights shadow, he is the darkness. The light in his eyes died a long time ago, you are almost certain of it. He smells of warmth, but his actions prove he is anything but. You are a stray sheep who got shoved into the lions den.
Pulling his other hand forward, letting his cock go it slaps against your ass. The weight of it has you wanted to smack your forehead against the floor so the lewd thoughts flooding your brain leave. With your head still cocked up, your eyes finally flicker over to him. Wolfish smile still on display, by the end of the night you are certain heâs going to swallow you whole.
âSpit.â He says, your face still squished, while his other hand is held in front of your puckered lips. Rolling your eyes you attempt to tuck your lips into your mouth. Staring him down through the mirror you watch as his smile grows deeper, just when you thought he couldnât fuel your adrenaline high anymore, he proves you wrong.
âYou know..â he grunts, putting more of his body weight on you, placing his head by yours so you both are side by side.
âI love them obedient, but you..â he whispers, with each word he speaks your eyes dance over his lips. Feeling his cock twitch with each word he pronunciates.
âYou really are making it hard to be nice.â Your eyebrows furrowed together. You glare at him, trying to rip your head out of his hand.
âNice?â You muffle out through squished cheeks. Your eyes practically bug out of your head at his outlandish remarks. Just as you are about to continue your sentence, his hand from your cheeks moves to your throat swiftly, the sudden pressure of his large hand in your throat takes you by surprise.
âYea, nice.â He grits out..
âI should shove my cock down your throat til you learn how to speak to me.â He grits out, hips constantly rutting against your ass. Placing his elbow on the floor so his hand can remain wrapped around your throat. He pulls his hand back, grabbing his cock and smacking it against your ass. The squishy meat makes his hard member bounce back each time he smacks it down. Grabbing one of your ass cheeks in his hand, he roughly rolls it around his palm before giving it a hard smack. Your body jolts forward. Making you let out a choked out whimper. With each smack, he pulls the flesh of your ass, before letting it go and smacking it again. This goes on for what feels like forever, your ass welted, stinging each second. Your eyes fill with tears at the sensation.
âIâll be good, I promise.â You squeak out, throat still held tightly. The tears poking your waterline make him groan in satisfaction. Pausing his movements he moves his hand to spread your ass cheeks far enough to see where you are leaking, your thighs are drowning in your arousal.
âIâm beginning to think you enjoyed that almost more than me.â He whispers in your ear, grabbing his cock, he coats it in some of your arousal before sliding into you. His large size punches your lungs. You let out a loud moan, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your cunt accommodating the large stretch of him stings just right, your heightened arousal making him slide in easy. The warmness wrapped around him has him hissing. Biting his lip he ruts his hips a bit forward before pulling out of you completely. The loss of his heaviness inside of you has you whining. Slapping your ass once more you let out a cry, with his hand still firmly on your face. He eases the pressure, letting it go suddenly. Your head almost thumping against the floor.
â1âŚ2âŚ3..â he begins to count, that adrenaline rush clouds your best judgment, pulling his body weight off of you, he sits up, kneeling while balancing on the balls of his feet. Watching your figure as you are confused about what to do. Should you flee or lay there? Your eyes shift back and forth between him in the mirror.
âGo.â He whispers out, watching you scramble to your feet as your naked body takes charge through the house. The small sound of your feet thumping against the wooden floor can be heard in the small space, your panting as you begin to move, heart feeling like in mere seconds itâs going to explode out of your chest. The true race begins now. You run down the halls trying to find any and every door that will open. Realizing all the doors are shut. Kicking yourself you let out a small whimper, you can hear him in a distance getting closer to one hundred. You duck off into a small room far back, a small closet in the corner, a three piece couch in the middle of the room. The blinds to the windows are open, with the moonlight shining in, it makes such a beautiful scenery.
â98âŚ99âŚ100.â He whispers, making sure to leave you on edge. As he stands, he dusts off his knees. Cock springing, hitting the bottom of his stomach with excitement. His feet begin to move quietly as he can easily tell where you are, as he has only left one door unlocked. The small study where he would watch your lives, and filter through all your social media. Letting his long legs lead the way, he can practically smell the scent you leave behind lingering in the hallway. With each quiet step he takes, the more his cock twitches on his thighs. He already had you in his trap, he wanted to play with you just a bit more before devouring you. As he steps outside of the room you are currently occupying, he grabs the handle jiggling it to give you a sign heâs arrived. As he steps in he feels the air thicken, he walks around the room, inspecting it from the side completely opposite from where you are currently hiding.
You watch from the closet as he walks around, hard cock firm in his hand. Each time the moonlight catches his eye, it mirrors off. The bright reflection practically blinding you. As he continues to stalk around the house you watch his every move. Barely being able to keep your eyes on his movements, to warped into the way he strokes himself. Firm hand around the base, twisting just to the tip, before sliding his hand back down. Letting his cock go a couple times, slapping it against his own stomach. The pre cum smearing against his smooth stomach, has your insides twisting, cunt clenching with each step he makes. Wanting to divert your eyes, you look down watching as your hand slowly lowers, two fingers pushing against your throbbing clit. You are soaked, the fabric of your panties is sopping wet. Your arousal sticks to you uncomfortably. Pushing them aside you let your fingers dance around on your clit, you let two fingers slowly slide inside of you. The feeling has you letting out a quiet gasp, biting your bottom lip, you attempt to pant as quietly as possible.
You look up only to realize he is gone. Nowhere in sight, pausing your fingers you wait a couple minutes. Fingers standing still in your cunt while you grind on them slowly. Not wanting to make too much noise. What you didnât know was that the mirror was catching the reflection of you, you had left the closet door cracked open just a bit to much, while you were to busy grinding on yourself to almost completion, Yunho was right on the otherwise of the door, back completely against the wall, thumb rolling over the tip of his cock.
The closet wasnât working for you, there was not enough room to get yourself to completion. You were right on the tip of orgasm but your hand was starting to cramp in the small area. Deciding that you had waited long enough and that if Yunho wanted to come out, he wouldâve already done so.
Grabbing the knob you open it as quietly as possible. Pulling your other hand from your cunt, the stickiness runs down your thighs as you walk towards the couch. Plopping your body down, with youra back turned you completely face the mirror, you sink into the soft furniture. Burying your fingers back into your cunt, with your thumb stringing along your clit. The feeling begins to overwhelm you, your chest heaves with need, just as you crack your eyes open. You catch a glimpse of Yunho in the mirror, his pearly teeth shining in a wide smile. Letting out a loud moan. You try to pause your movements, fingers feeling like they are moving on their own. You lay your head on the arm of the couch. Tilting your head back slightly, watching as his figure flees into the dark depth of the house. As big as he is , he moves almost like heâs a feather, quiet, and as light as possible. He's stalking you, watching you like you are his prey. You are open, vulnerable, trying to out run him. You know heâs there, you can feel his crushing presence around, suffocating you. The feeling is almost overwhelming, itâs down right addicting. The house is eerily quiet, your low moans and whines fill the empty air. Fingers continue to pump into your wet walls, on the brink of riding your high. His deep eyes blend into the shadows, moving around as quietly as possible. He canât help but grab his hard cock thatâs leaking from the tip. Watching you stuff yourself full with your hand. Pulling himself from the shadows he makes his way quietly towards you, with your head tossed back on the arm of the chair. Eyes sealed shut with bliss, you miss the movements heâs doing. Prey that has been easily left to be eaten. Gripping your hand, his sudden intrusion stuns you, stopping your actions you slowly blink your eyes open at him, body thick with sweat. His eyes bore down at you, that wide grin never leaving his face, he was going to swallow you whole.
Bending down he pulls your hand from your cunt, the juices dripping from your fingertips as he gets lower, grabbing you he repositions your hips. Laying on the couch so heâs right in between your legs. Warm breath fanning your pussy, you buck your hips into his face. The juices brushes against his lower lip. Flicking his tongue out to catch your arousal on his skin, heâs locking eyes with you. With such a small gesture you know not to test his patience as he wonât let you get away as easily now, the chase is over. He has caught what he wants, and heâs going to drink you down.
Letting his tongue poke out, he licks a small stripe from your hole to your clit, letting the tip of his tongue rest against your throbbing clit. Letting out a weak cry, you arch once more.
âPlease, please, please.â You chant over and over again like itâs a prayer. He has what you want, normally heâd play with his food a bit more but he was hungry, and tired of waiting.
Diving face first into your pussy, he rubs his tongue all over your clit, switching between sucking the swollen bud, and mopping up the fluids leaving your hole. Letting his nose bump against the bud, he rubs it back and forth making sure the point of his nose stimulates your clit with each swipe. You begin to feel your arousal and his saliva mix, dripping down to your asshole, the cool liquid has you letting out a hiss. Nose still bumping against your throbbing clit, your legs jump each nose swipe he does. Pausing for a split second to inhale your scent before diving back in, wrapping his soft lips around your clit, his long slender fingers make there way to your hole, index and middle fingers sliding in smoothly. As he is making his way through you the satisfaction of your pussy squelching around his fingers makes his cock jump against his lower belly, swiping at some of the cool fluid he coats his hand in, wrapping it around his cock.
Pumping himself to the same speed as your clit, making sure to match the same tempo. Your chest brings to heave. Toes beginning to curl, suckling on your clit, with his fingers working their way in and out of you, he coats his ring and pinky finger in more of the fluid clinging to your asshole before rubbing on it slowly. The new sensation has your body lurching forward. Gripping the sides of the couch you moan out his name, releasing his cock, he shoves you back down. Letting out a small groan at the loss of his hand, never easing up the suckling on your clit. Legs continue to buck around him.
âPl-ple-please.â You stutter out as he slowly enters your asshole. Your mouth falling into a large O shape. Eyes fluttering in the back of your skull. The sight in front of him makes his cock jump, more precum leaking from him.
âWhatâs my name?â He muffles buried in your cunt. Biting your lip you helplessly whimper before answering him.
âDa-oh god, Daddy!â You shout before your legs buckle once more, cunt beginning to convulse around his fingers. Arching your back to the highest degree off of the couch. Your fingers cling to the fabric of the couch, his eyes practically turn black at the sight.
âYeaaaâŚIâm your daddy.â He growls into your cunt, as your juices continue to shoot out in spurts. Some of it was too much to fit in his mouth. It drips down his chin, coating his chest. Pulling his fingers from your ass, the aftershock of the orgasm sneaks up on you, hips bucking once more against his face, juices smearing even more on his smooth skin. He pulls away, fingers still deep in your pussy. Letting his tongue flicker out against his lower lip, catching the fluid that is about to drip off. That signature smile is back. A chill runs through your body, one of fright, the other feeling just how actually cold it was in there now that your adrenaline rush has worn off.
âCanât let anything go to waste now, can I?â He says, asking you such a rhetorical question, your eyes following his every moment. His fingers twitch inside of you, letting out a low mewl at the overstimulation. Pulling his fingers slowly from your cunt, more juices rush out. Coating the couch beneath you. You watch as he slowly licks all the juice off his fingers, before moving them to your mouth. Opening, you take his long fingers in, sucking your own juices off of them. With a relieved sigh leaving your throat, it satisfies him beyond compare. Pulling them out of your mouth, he gets off of the couch, his own cum staining his lower stomach.
âLetâs get you all cleaned up.â He whispers out, sticking two fingers on his skin to swipe off some of his cum before bringing them to your mouth. Opening you take his fingers in once more, humming around his fingers at the slight bitter taste. His eyes twinkle with satisfaction. Letting out a deep groan, he helps you stand. You both make your way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Your obedience begins to make his cock come back to life once more. Eyes growing darker as you walk in front of him, leading the way like you own the place.
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As you both make your way back to the room you had been in you cozy up to the side of his body. His freshly cleaned chest warms your cheek. Body slowly falling into a deep slumber as he rubs small circles on your back. Letting out a happy sigh, as he feels he finally has broke you. Letting his own eyes fall heavy, he drifts off for a couple of hours. The feeling of your warm body slipping from him. Cracking his eyes slightly he sees your figure fleeing slowly, watching you move around silently as you try the lock on the door to the room. Letting out a small click of his tongue, making your body halt in its actions. Sitting up slightly, placing his face on the palm of his hand. He watches as you tremble like a leaf. Body jittering with a billion nerves, leaning your head against the door. You are trapped, there will never be any escaping this man. Dropping the bent paper clips you walk back to the bed, head down in shame. His eyes light up at your destroyed figure. Watching you climb back into the bed. You pull the blankets over your body. Letting a quiet sigh escape your throat. Squeezing your eyes shut you try your best to drift off back into a slumber. As your body begins to grow heavy you feel the mattress shift. Slowly lowering his body weight on you, the grogginess of sleep still slumbers well within your bones. Moving slightly you feel your wrists jerk up, almost as if they are being pulled closer to the bed frame. Trying to blink yourself out of your tired state you try to sit up only to realize your hands are being held, you attempt to yank them down from the cloth that has them pinned. Jerking hard once more you groan. Letting out a small sigh he leans his body off of you. The weight of him restraining you is no more, you watch his sleeping figure stand. Looking at the footboard of the bed your ankles are being held by pieces of ripped blanket thatâs scattered across the bed. As you watch him unlock the door, leaving it wide open he leaves. For a split second you wiggle your body trying to loosen the tighten restraints on you. The fabric cuts into your skin, biting it with each movement. As the darkness pours in the room, the bright moon reflects in it, the snow from outdoors fueling the small light even more. You hear a loud thud, followed by loud scraping against the floor. As his wide stature fills the door frame you feel dread enter your veins. His eyes donât leave your own for a second before he makes his way to the footboard. His presence has never seemed so hellish, were you being fooled by his boyish charms? Or had he always been this demonic that you were too warped into his devilish ways to notice? These last couple of days you had been dancing with the devil, but soon the performance he had put on for you was about to end.
He moves swiftly placing a wooden box between your feet that are tied to the bed. He leaves the room, coming back with a sledge hammer. That darkness in his eyes never leaves, the pits of evil continue to rise in every breath he takes.
âYou wonât be able to go anywhere.â He says, gripping the sledge hammer with both hands. Before raising it in the air.
âIâll make sure of it.â
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