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blushsturns · 22 hours ago

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Cling, whiny Matt who just wants his girlfriends attention so bad

title: down bad

warnings: this work contains graphic content, but it is all consensual! sub!matt, titty play, lots of touching, kissing, unprotected p in v, tons of whining, pure filth.

w/c: 3150

matt was feeling extra clingy today. he knew you had to get ready for work in a couple minutes and he didn’t want you to leave at all. you had a short shift today, but any time spent apart from you made him miss you terribly.

he wrapped his arms around your middle to pull you closer to his body, an attempt to keep you close and secure against his chest so you were locked in his embrace.

“please don’t go, baby. i need you.” matt whined against the nape of your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent and peppering soft kisses against your delicate skin.

you hummed softly at the feeling of his lips against your skin with your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers moving up to tangle through his tousled locks. “baby, you know i have work in an hour.”

“not if you call in sick, mama.” his whiny voice almost made you feel bad, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. he didn’t want you to go and it seemed like he would do everything in his power to make sure you stay right here in his arms with him and not go anywhere.

to be honest, you loved seeing matt like this; clingy, soft, whiny, damn near submissive. it was like you had this powerful capability to make matt feel this way and you loved every second of it.

“matty, you know i can’t do that. they need me, remember?” you ran your fingers through his hair as you stared down at him, your chest pressed up against his to allow a bit of cleavage from your tank top to be visible to his ocean blue eyes.

his eyes scanned down to your chest, his eyes widening in surprise as your pretty plump cleavage is on display for his eyes only. he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing in the process as his eyes stay fixated on your chest. he fucking loved your tits. he loved playing with them, sucking on them, biting and marking them with little love bites. he could sleep on them all night instead of his pillow if he could.

you watched him stare at you longingly, your lips curving up into a devious smirk. normally this kind of thing would make your body melt and your heart swoon, but when matt was acting clingy, it was hard not to baby him and allow him to fully let his submissive side show.

he looked back up at you and into your eyes with a shy smile evident on his face. “but i need you more, baby. please stay with me?” his words came out of his mouth like a desperate plea, begging you to stay home with him and not go anywhere at all. he moved his hands to grip onto your hips to hold your body in place against him, the pass of his thumbs rubbing smooth, slow circles against your exposed hip bones underneath the fabric of your tank top.

it pulled on your heart strings to hear him beg like this and all because he didn’t want you to leave. a soft sigh emits from your lips before eventually giving in and nodding your head at his question. “okay, i’ll stay with you since you’re so persistent on needing me.” you flashed him a slight smirk, your hand moving away from his hair and down to his cheek, caressing the slight stubble with the pad of your thumb. “my precious boy.”

matt’s cheeks grow warm, a slight pink tint forming against his cheekbones as a wide smile appears onto his face. he pulls you even closer to him, his lips back on your neck as he murmurs his undying gratitude for you, thanking you for staying with him.

with his body so close up against yours, you begin to notice the slight poke pressing against your thigh in between your bodies. you didn’t even have to ask what it was, or take a peak between the both of you. matt was growing hard in the fabric of his sweatpants and boxers and it immediately made heat pool into your tummy at how rapidly it happened.

you moved your hand in between the both of you, your smirk only widening as you immediately grasp onto the hardening bulge in his pants with the palm of your hand. “is this what you meant by needing me, matty?” you quirk your eyebrow up at him, a teasingly sly smirk staying present on your lips.

he nodded his head, his cheeks only growing a darker shade of red and radiating heat as the seconds pass. he bit down onto his bottom lip nervously before back up at you, flashing you a shy smile. “yes, but i also always need you, baby.”

you shake your head in disbelief and click your tongue, a soft laugh emitting from your lips. “kinda pathetic don’t you think? poor baby can’t even spend a couple hours without me and goes hard for me within seconds.” your hand grasps onto his cock in his sweatpants as you begin to palm him through the fabric which causes a low moan to leave his lips.

matt immediately pushes his hips up into the touch of your hand, his breathing beginning to become heavier as the seconds pass by. “mama, please.” he whines out in a desperate plea, his hands moving up your shirt underneath the fabric of your tank top and instantly cups your breasts through the fabric of your bra. his hand tugs your bra down and immediately uses the pads of his thumbs to run across your hardened nipples. “need it.”

his touch made you gasp softly with a shudder running down your spine at the sensation rolling through you. you felt your underwear through your shorts becoming drenched with your own slick arousal, the familiar heat pooling in your tummy. “need what, hm?” you asked him as you look up at him with darkened eyes and lust filling your gaze.

you pulled away only slightly so you can slip your own shirt off and unclasp your bra to get it out of the way, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. he took the initiative to remove his own shirt as well. your breasts press up against his now bare chest, your hand moving back down to grasp his evident hardening cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.

a whiny moan escaped his lips as your hand made contact with his cock once again. what a desperate, needy thing. the tip of his cock was leaking precum and managed to leave a wet spot right in the front of his sweatpants. his cock twitched beneath your hand as you continued to palm him through the fabric, your eyes focusing in on your own movements of your hand against him. the wet spot on his pants was just a reminder of how needy he truly was for you and only made your pussy throb with the thrill of excitement.

“need you, mama. want you to ride me and take full control. please?” he whined out desperately, rutting his hips effortlessly into your hand and let out a hiss through clenched teeth followed by a breathy moan as you squeezed his hardened cock.

it was like it was his body became weightless, or maybe you just somehow gained the amount of strength you needed as you pushed him flat down onto his back and immediately crawled between his legs as you perched yourself up onto your knees. you flashed him a sly smirk, licking over your lips hungrily as you stared him up and down, scanning over his beautiful body in front of you. “such a needy little thing aren’t you, baby?” you cooed teasingly, bringing your fingers up to place underneath the hem of his sweatpants and his boxers to pull them down his legs and off his body.

his hardened, leaking cock immediately sprung free, making your mouth practically water. the tip of his cock was shiny and pink, leaking with precum. you immediately wrapped your fingers around his cock from the base and moving up to his tip, the pad of your thumb running across his leaking tip to smear the precum against his shaft to lather him up.

you brought your thumb up to your own lips and immediately placed it between your lips to get a taste of his sweet, indulgent taste. you moaned at the taste as you flicked your tongue against your thumb to lick it clean. your own pussy throbs in excitement and making your panties soaked from your glistening wet arousal.

he watched you in awe as you seemed to be enjoying yourself fully, sucking on your own thumb with the taste of him on you. you pulled your thumb away from your lips with a sight pop, flashing him a slight smirk. “taste so good for me, baby, but i think we need to see if you can handle this pussy all around your precious, pretty cock. what do you say, hm?” you pulled your shorts and underwear off your body, a slight gasp emitting from your lips from feeling how fucking soaked you are, your glistening wet arousal now on full display.

his eyes scan your body before falling onto your beautiful pussy in front of him, a soft whine leaving his lips. “such a pretty fucking pussy, baby. look at her.” he cooed eagerly as he stared at your dripping center, licking over his own lips hungrily.

you giggle softly, a light pink tint creeps onto your cheeks at his words before moving your body over to his waist to straddle him and immediately began grinding your slick arousal against his groin. the feel of his hardened cock probing at your thigh was driving you insane but you wanted to keep working him up until he was a crying, whiny mess.

your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation as you continued to grind your pussy against him, the friction making you moan and allow you to throw your head back against your shoulder. he was enjoying this, using one of his hands to grip your hip and the other to travel down in between your legs to run his middle finger along your glistening wet folds. he groaned as his finger immediately becomes coated with your slick arousal. your eyes fall shut, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his finger against your soaking wet folds.

he pulls your body closer to him so that your breasts are flush against his chest. matt moves his hand away from your center and brings his finger to your lips which you gladly accept. you grab onto his wrist as his finger slides into your mouth, your tongue rolling along your own slick arousal that coated his finger moaning softly in satisfaction at the taste. he watched you in complete and utter awe, his cock twitching against your thigh in anticipation. you pull his finger out of your mouth with a soft pop sound, flashing him a soft smirk before licking over your own lips to taste your sweet juices. “damn no wonder we make such a hot couple. we both taste good as fuck.”

you leaned down to press your lips against his deeply so he can get a taste of you on your own lips. he moaned into the kiss, kissing you passionately and deeply, full of want and desire. you began to suck onto his bottom lip, your teeth nibbling against his bottom lip as he parts his lips to allow permission for your tongue to slide through. your tongues battle for dominance, both of your combined muffled moans leaving an echo throughout the four walls.

matt moves his hand to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing your hardened nipple in slow circles before tweaking it with his index finger causing a louder moan to escape your lips and your body to grind forward against him. “fuck.” you whisper breathlessly as you pull away from his lips to catch your labored breathing, your forehead resting onto his. “you gonna beg for me, sweet boy?”

he nods his head at your words, his breathing also heavy as he ruts his hips against you, his cock probing against your thigh repeatedly. he groans at the friction, his cock twitching immensely by the second. “need to feel you around me, mama. please. want to feel your tight, soaking wet pussy around my cock. need it so bad, please.” his words spilled out of his mouth as pleas, whines emitting from his lips right after as you immediately grasp onto his aching hard cock and begin aiming it directly to your soaking wet cunt, rubbing his tip up and down against your drooling pussy.

you could continue to tease him a bit more, but your own pussy was throbbing immensely to the point where it felt like complete and utter torture. you decided to give in to his pleas, since they were only turning you on even more. without hesitation, you sink down onto his cock inch by inch until he’s suddenly buried inside of you. your eyes widened in surprise as you get used to the fullness inside of you, a soft moan leaving your lips.

matt immediately throws his head back against the pillow behind him, gripping onto your waist as your legs spread on top of him to straddle him comfortably. “fuck, ma.” he groaned out, his fingers digging into your hip bones causing you to moan out in pleasure, your eyes slipping closed. you lean your head onto your shoulder as you begin to move your hips up and down against him, feeling him slide even deeper inside of you.

your tight walls immediately clench around his thickness as you start to ride him, bouncing up and down onto his cock as you feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “oh fuck, you’re so big aren’t you baby? filling me up so nice and full.” your voice was full of need, desire, lust. his cock felt so good around you, like it was made just for you.

you opened up your eyes to watch him as he laid there and grabbed ahold of your hips to hold you place as you bounced onto his cock, the bed squeaking and the headboard ramming into the wall. he moved his hand up to your chest to grasp onto your breast as they jiggled and bounced around with each and every thrust of your hips. he tweaked and tugged onto your hardened nipple as an enticing moan falls from your lips.

“oh fuck, mama. feel so good.” he moaned out, both of his hands now grabbing ahold of your pretty tits and pulling and tweaking your hardened nipples as you bounce up and down onto his hardened cock causing heat to pool in your tummy and electricity to course through your veins.

you roll your hips against him, stuttering your hips for a moment to feel him slide even deeper inside of you until he begins to hit your g-spot at a rapidly rising pace, a louder moan leaving your lips. “bet you love this don’t you? would’ve missed this tight little pussy if i went to work.” your words come out within breathless gasps, your hands moving to his shoulders to hold yourself up, your blunt fingernails digging into his skin causing him to groan out in pleasure.

he moves his hand to your center, his index and middle finger finding your swollen, soaking wet clit and begins to rub it at a furious pace, making your moans become louder, more erratic. “fuck, matty!” you scream out, throwing your head back while your heart beats rapidly in your chest, sweat glistening across your chest and your forehead.

matt whines as he continues to rub your clit in time with your thrusts, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “c-can i cum, mama? need to cum.”

you could hear how wet you were, your gummy walls clenching around his cock each and every time you bounced down onto his cock. louder moans escaped your lips, fire coursing throughout your veins. your orgasm was rapidly approaching and you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. your fingers digging into his skin as you held onto him while continuing to ride him. you roll your hips along him, feeling his cock sliding in and out of your tight heat. you move your head up to press your lips against his once again, murmuring against them, “yes, baby, you can cum. gonna cum in my tight little pussy baby? you know you want to. come on, be a good boy and fill me up with your cum.”

matt groans out in pure ecstasy, his body shaking against you as he thrusts his hips up into yours several times, his vision going white as he throws his head back to allow a string of profanities and groans to leave his lips. “f-fuck!” he whined out desperately as he begins to fill you up with his cum to the brim, his head lolling to the side as he shakes through his intense orgasm.

“good boy, that’s my good boy. so good for me.” you moan out breathlessly, your body shaking as you feel the same familiar sensation forming in the pit of your tummy. he continued to rub your clit in fast, haste circles while you continue to roll your hips against him. “i’m gonna cum baby.” you groan out your words, rolling your hips along. you feel the pressure snap inside of you and suddenly the pleasure intensifies as your gummy walls clench tightly around his cock, milking him completely and utterly dry.

your vision goes white while your eyes close, your orgasm rolls through you, a string of moans leaves your lips while he rubs your swollen clit to rock you through your intense orgasm.

your body shakes against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, your breathing fairly labored as you cling onto him, your glistening skin sticking against his as you hold him tightly. he presses soft kisses to the nape of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, letting out a soft whine while holding your body close. “i’m so glad you stayed home with me today. thank you, my love.”

“you’re just down bad for me aren’t you, baby?” you ask him as you pull away from his neck to flash him a teasing smirk, your fingers moving up to run through his tousled locks.

“mm, always.” he replies with a wide grin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before continuing, “never leave me and this bed.”

you weren’t planning on it. ever.

maybe you were down bad, too.

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clovermoters · 2 days ago

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we love, love day! ln4 x reader

summary - with a wedding on the way, lando makes sure this years valentine’s day is one you and him will remember forever.

warnings - fluff, small amount of smut towards the end (oral fem receiving) extremely established relationship, lando is a loverboy, extreme valentines adorableness. wc: 2.8k !!

a/n - happy love day loves! i hope u all enjoy this little fic i wrote for yous <3 id like to give a big big thank you to @landopoet for being my lovely proof reader/editor/person i bounce my ideas off of! anyways with love..enjoy 💗

February 4th 2025

the calm hum of the McLaren Technology Centre was quiet in the background of your boss going over the preseason marketing plans for the team.

your face rested on your palm as you fought the urge to fall asleep in your chair. you’ve been in meetings all day and all you want to do is go home and cuddle with your fiancé, who’s been texting you updates throughout his day off at home. receiving pictures of him on the couch watching movies and playing games with Max Fewtrell. his updates however, went radio silent during your previous meeting.

“and with that i’ll leave you to your assignments for the week, please email me if you have any questions or concerns, see you Sunday for our livery launch” your boss announces.

you swiftly pack up your supplies into the purse Lando had bought you for christmas mere months ago.

making your way towards the spot lando agreed to pick you up, your eye catches a mix of red and pink balloons tied together, next to them stood your loving fiancé holding a pink drink with a delicious looking cake pop sticking out of it, looking at you with a giddy smile.

“well hello to you too...” you eye your boyfriends cheeky look on his face as he hands you your drink. you take the cake pop out, revealing the simple sharpie writing on the plastic lid.

will you be my valentine? <3

you laugh softly looking up to see your boyfriends eyes. the hopeful look on his face makes your heart melt.

“lan, baby, we’re getting married in 4 months” you say with a giggle. the boy scoffs at you “oh i'm well aware love, but i still need to ASK you to be my valentine. it's how the holiday works, sweetheart!”

you smile taking a sip of the drink before reaching out to link your hand with Landos, giving him a soft peck on his lips. “of course i’ll be your valentine, my love”

Landos eyes sparkle, smiling from ear to ear as he gives a gentle fist pump to the air, whispering a playful “yes! let’s gooo!” under his breath before pulling you into a tender kiss. you giggle into his lips as he pulls you closer by the hips, your lips moving together in sync before you gently pull away, reminded that you left your planner on your desk.

“i'll just be a second.. i need to grab something from my desk quickly” you mumble into his lips

he nods “okay, i’ll wait here.” you turn on your heels, speedily navigating through the quiet office. it was getting late on a friday evening and you weren’t surprised to see others having already gone home to their families.

on your way out, you cross paths with your co-worker, she smiles at the drink in your hand.

“it’s sweet how he feels the need to ask his fiancé to be his valentine” she comments, your cheeks go pink as you gaze down at the cup in your hand. you try to memorize the scribbled sentence on the plastic, wondering what you did to deserve the man who’s currently waiting for you downstairs. “he just loves love,” you reply with a shy smile.

wishing her a lovely evening, you quickly make your return to find Lando holding your balloons while typing away at his phone. his face lights up at you, taking your hand in his.

you walk to his mclaren 765LT, your personal favourite car of his. he opens the door for you before rounding the car to get in himself.

“alright pretty girl, time to get my valentine home,” he adds playfully, starting the car. he leans over the console to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before merging onto the country roads, taking you two home.

February 7th 2025

the soft stream of sunlight filtering through the curtains woke you up. you rolled over in your sheets expecting to find your sleeping fiancé next to you, only to be met with cold, pulled back sheets.

you frown, lando hadn’t mentioned going on a run this morning and your shared calendar hadn’t shown a meeting being scheduled. on a regular day, it’s rare for him to wake up first.

a pout forms on your face as the smell of maple syrup fills your senses. you sleepily make your way through the apartment. slippers shuffling across the hardwood floor, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you turn the corner into the kitchen.

there at the stove stood a shirtless Lando, his hair askew from sleep, grey sweatpants sat on his hips, he’s smiling back at you, spatula in hand.

your breath halts in your throat when you spot the table he had set. roses and other flowers placed strategically around the table for two, surrounded in a sea of orange and red flowers. the table already set with fruit and a variety of your favourite pastries. your heart squeezed at the thought of him taking the time to set this up.

“what is all this for?” you ask, hands fluttering softly against his back before gently wrapping your arms around his bare chest. Lando smiles, rocking you both side to side.

“can’t a guy treat his girl one week out from love day?” he asks, mocking offense. you giggle, turning to give a kiss to his back before lando spins around, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i’m just surprised you managed to do this all on your own,” you tease.

he chuckles “i did actually have to call my mum.” he admits “but it still tastes the same!”

February 11th 2025

Lando left for testing yesterday and you’ve been home alone. five years into your relationship you and Lando no longer felt the need to go to testing together. you spent your day puttering around the apartment cleaning and resetting your mind for landos return.

you’d been cleaning all day, reorganizing clothes, doing laundry and even venturing into landos office to clean his helmets. just after lunch you decided a nap would do you good. right before you decided to take yourself to your room, your phone chimes.

lan <3: hey love, just hopped out of the car. it feels great! how are you doing?

you smiled at his text, a picture attached of his sweaty post race face showing you a goofy smile.

gosh you already missed that face and it’s only been a day.

you: hi baby! i’ve cleaned so much i’m about to pass out, about to take a nap but i’m happy to see ur cute face before i sleep <3333

you sent a photo back of you poking your tongue out at the camera.

lan <3: aw there she is! love you baby, enjoy your nap, call me when your up xx

liking the message you click your phone off, placing it on the nightstand before getting comfortable in your bed. letting the sleep pull you into an essential nap.

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the sun had moved through the sky when you woke, a pink glow flowing into the room. you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you felt well rested from your catnap, turning in your spot you catch the singular rose sat on the foot of the bed.

you scramble to your feet picking up the rose, examining it in your fingers. your look around your room slightly panicked, thinking someone broke in, you open the door to check the rest of the house.

swinging the door open you step out into the hallway, you feel a flutter at your feet, looking down you see a trail of rose petals. you gasp slightly, slowly following the flowers into the living room you stop in your tracks when the room is filled to the ceiling with bouquets of roses.

there were too many bouquets to count, you tried. you got to thirty before you gave up. moving to the kitchen where there were more bouquets to be found covering every surface there was.

placed in the middle of one of the bouquets was a letter, reading the envelope your stomach erupted to butterflies

my love

recognizing the handwriting was landos, you rip open the letter.

hey beautiful, i know i can't be home right now but i wanted to do something special because i love you more than words. 72 bouquets of roses for the 72 hours im away from you. see you soon pretty girl, i love you xx

L <3

flipping the card over you chuckled at the parting message

ps. max used his spare key to place these while you were asleep, i know you were probably worried about someone breaking in. he should still be outside if you wanna go say hi, love you, call me when you can!

you dashed to the front door, opening it to see a very disheveled max fewtrell stood on the other side. The man still had stray petals in his ruffled hair. you had to cover your mouth to muffle the giggles from escaping.

“lando promised me best man if i did this, you're an EXTREMELY heavily sleeper by the way” is all he says before raiding your fridge for leftover pizza, as you pick up your phone to ring the love of your life.

February 14th 2025

Lando woke up first again. the sunlight peeking through the curtains. he rolled over to find you sleeping soundly next to him, he couldn’t help but admire your peaceful state, you looked adorable with your face squished into the pillow.

he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before crawling out of bed. Today was the day he had planned down to a T. he spent the past two weeks waiting to shower you with his love.

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you stirred in your sleep to find Lando laying between your legs, soft kissing fluttering across your stomach, as he lifted your his shirt. You whimper softly when he sucks on the valley between your tits. your hips bucked as the heat between your legs grows.

“ ‘mmf- fuck lando” you moan when he trails kisses down your stomach, to settle between your thighs. licking his lips when he pulls your panties to the side. your core was dripping, Lando taking his fingers, spreading your wetness through your folds, praises falling from his lips as his nose brushed against your clit.

your hands found his curls, tugging softly to guide him through your folds, his tongue working wonders on every nerve ending. sending you dizzy.

Lando curled his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that had you like putty in his hands.

he loved seeing you like this, you looked angelic, eyes closed with your lips slightly parted. you tasted amazing, he groaned as he ate you out like a starved man. his tongue running up and down your folds, sucking on your clit while his fingers worked inside you.

“oh fuck…. lando!” you were a fucking mess above him, hardly able to form a sentence as you choke on moans. landos knees went weak at the noises you made, grinding slightly into the mattress to find from release. he relished in the sounds that tumbled from your lips just for him

“ come ‘for me baby, let me hear ya” he slurs into your folds, drunk on your taste.

the vibrations sending you over the edge as your finish on his face with a loud moan, your slick coating his goatee, lips puffy as he takes you through your orgasm.

you catch your breath as he places soft kisses on your clit, earning small whimpers as you come down from your high. you pull him away from your legs, his eyes blown out as he licks his lips before raising to place a sweet kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“happy valentines day gorgeous” he mumbles into your lips.

“happy valentines day lan” you reply sweetly. Lando switches to lie down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. the two of you choosing to spend a few minutes tangled together before you get up to start your day.

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your first gift of the day was a basket filled with your favourite goodies, an array of chocolates and sweets overflowing a small crochet basket partnered with a small jellycat lando had seen you dot over when you two took a trip to the market last week. you had ooo-d and aww-d at the plushie for five minutes before deciding you don't need it.

he went back and bought it the next day.

you were ecstatic when you saw the jellycat, throwing your arms around his neck while a string of thank you’s fell from your lips right before attacking his face with kisses on every inch of his tanned skin.

he laughed, “don't thank me yet, you still have one more gift.”

you raise your eyebrow at him, he matches your expression playfully before pinching your hips. lifting you off him to stand up. he leans down slightly, his face coming close to yours.

“but that's for later,” he says with a wink.

your face flushes pink and he swiftly makes his way out the room, leaving you standing frozen at his boldness.

“c’mon baby! we gotta get going!” Lando shouts to you, like he didn’t just send shivers down your spine at his words

you spent the day hand in hand, walking through London drinking overpriced coffee with Lando carrying multiple designer shopping bags with your name on it. he loved spending his money on you, letting you waltz around a high-end store with him and his wallet in tow while he got to sit on comfy couches and watch a personal fashion show.

that's his favourite pastime.

the day was filled with love and kisses, even after years together every kiss felt as special as the first. Lando loved you the same way now as he did when you were twenty and following him around the world with lovestruck hearts in your eyes. when you stumbled back into the apartment, clothes slightly misplaced after a steamy car ride home. you prepared for dinner while Lando took a nap, letting you do your thing.

the dress you’d chosen for tonight was one of Lando’s favourites, light pink silk that hugs your body in all the right places. Landos eyes lit up when you walked out, him sporting a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone.. just how you like it, and black slacks.

“wow…you look gorgeous” his eyes raked up and down your body as you applied your lip gloss.

“and you look handsome as ever” you say, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

the restaurant was a small, italian, hole in the wall just outside of monaco. you and Lando adored dining here because you never had to worry about paparazzi, you could enjoy the company of each other during your meal.

you sat across from each other, your glass filled with some expensive scarlet wine while Lando nursed his whisky. he looked delicious, the dim lighting coating his tan skin like he was sent down from the gods just for you, chestnut curls tamed perfectly, matched with your favourite chain sitting on his neck.

your hands linked as he played with your engagement ring, your conversation casual as the waiter arrives with her notepad. Lando speaks up to order for the two of you

“she’ll have the fettuccine alfredo,” Lando points to you with a smile, “and I will have the penne marinara.” handing your menus off, you're left alone once again.

“now before food comes i want to give you one last gift” Lando speaks, reaching under the table, your browns knit in confusion as he places a small gift bag in front of you.

carefully pulling the tissue out of the bag a small jewelry box sits inside. your eyes meet Lando's and he's smiling back at you like you're the only girl in the room. “go on… open it,” he whispers with a slight nod.

inside the box sits a dainty silver necklace, tears prick your eyes as you touch the pendant. a small L with the number 4.

“lan.,” you sniffle “it's beautiful, thank you..” you take the necklace into your hands, immediately clasping it around your neck, getting up to give Lando a sweet kiss on the lips.

even after five years, and with his ring sitting on your finger, Lando loves to show the world, and you, that you are his and how much he loves you. he loves everything about you, the way your nose crinkles when you laugh, your home cooked meals that welcome him home after a race weekend. you had been his rock for years and will continue to be in for the rest of his life. He smiled watching you sit across from him, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“just think, next valentines day,” he leans forward slightly, “we're gonna be married!” he whispers excitedly like you were keeping a secret. you giggle at him, matching his excitement.

“i know, i'm worried that if you went all out this year, what's gonna happen next year when i'm your wife!?” you joke, he giggles, throwing his head back slightly as his chest shakes with laughter.

“don't underestimate me baby, i've already got plans.”

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thank you for reading ahhh i hope u enjoyed

love ya see you soon (hopefully)

#formula 1 #lando norris fanfic #ln4 #lando x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #lando fluff #lando norris #lando norris fic #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #lando smut #f1 smut #smut

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revelboo · 2 days ago

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If you're not too swamped, pleading on my knees for a Waspinator Valentine's thing cause it would be so freaking hilarious and such a disaster. He wants to be a good boy.

Valentine’s Oneshot- Waspinator

Waspinator x Reader

• In hindsight, letting the TV babysit your big alien puppy might not have been the best plan, but in your defense, the bright colors and noise tend to keep him quiet. But you’d forgotten about the commercials. Valentine’s Day commercials for flowers and jewelry. And now you’ve got this to deal with. This being Waspinator on his knees, arms wrapped around your hips. “Please. Please, dating Waspinator. Please.” Inhaling as he rests his chin on your belly and looks up at you with those big optics, you can feel your resolve weakening. If you play along, he’ll be happy. He’ll stop and find something else to fixate on. “Please dating Waspinator.”

• “Fine. Just get off the floor, okay?” His little friend pats him on the head and his wings buzz excitedly. You’d agreed? Agreed to date Waspinator? To let him court you? Scrambling, he transforms and crawls over the back of the couch as you scramble to the far end saying words he doesn’t understand. Snagging his gift in his mandibles, he drops it into your lap and waits.

• Hating when he goes giant wasp on you without warning, you’re slowly getting used to that form even if it still creeps you out. Those sharp mandibles flexing and looking like pure nightmare fuel. Your puppy looking like he eats people in that form. Tearing your eyes from him to what he’d gifted you, you frown at several bent butter knives. “Gee. Thanks.” What is it with him and your silverware? Heart racing when he transforms again and seizes you to gently unbend the knives one by one, wrap them around your wrist and bend them closed- oh. Bracelets? “I honestly don’t know what to say.” You’re going to be eating with your fingers pretty soon at this rate.

• “Jewelries,” he says cheerfully as you stare at the shinies. “Waspinator good at dating?” Sprawling against you, head against your middle as he knocks you down flat on the couch, his wings fidget. Are you happy with him? Wants you to be happy with him. Let him stay. His little, warm mate finally coming around. ‘Sure,’ you mutter, laying a hand on his head. Touching him so gently. Needs this. You. No one else touches him like this. Always hurt him instead. “Waspinator can keep little friend?” You move your hand and he catches your fingers gently with his mandibles, not wanting you to stop touching him.

• Like you’re the stray, not him. Skin crawling as he tugs at your hand, you free your fingers to scratch under his mandibles. “Sure.” Whatever keeps him happy and from hounding you to ‘date’ him when you can’t even begin to figure out his fixation with it. Probably also the TV’s fault. You need to start paying more attention to what he’s watching. You’d walked in on him watching Titanic at one point and he’d looked up, pointed at the screen and said ‘no coverings’ in response to the sex scene. Startling when he shifts over you a hand landing near your head and his face far too close to yours to pull you from your thoughts, and those big optics are staring. Ugh. You always feel like he’s considering eating you when he stares at you like that, mandibles working. ‘Mate Waspinator now?’ He asks and your mouth falls open. What?

#transformers x reader #waspinator x reader #idw waspinator

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vershautece · 10 hours ago

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lu makes sweet love to u after a long stressful day <3

💘turns into breeding hehe + there’s aftercare at the end!!

you’re sat in bed, watching netflix to distract yourself from how horrible your day was. you’d been going through copious amounts of stress recently; your job was driving you insane and every day you couldn’t wait to lay in bed and try to wind down. luigi had been out for most of the day, and now at around 7pm you heard him unlock the door and enter the house. you immediately breathe a sigh of relief, all day you’d been looking forward to cuddling with your man, resting on his chest while you rant to him about your day. a few moments later he’s making his way upstairs and into your room; the second you see him walk through your door your face lights up a little, and so does his.

‘hey beautiful - you okay?’ he flashes his gorgeous smile at you - he’s wearing his fav adidas hoodie and denim jeans, so simple but it’s one of your favorite looks on him because he looks so warm and comfy. ‘didn’t have the best day, lu, i feel like i’m just stressed 24/7’ you sigh, offering him a weak smile. he gives you a slight pout, before coming over to the bed. ‘yeah? you glad i’m home now? you can tell me all about it, baby’ he says as he gets into bed with you, pulling you into his chest, an arm around your shoulder. you hum in content against his chest, looking up into his eyes as you put both hands on his face and caress his cheeks. ‘thank you, my love’ you whisper, pressing a few soft kisses to his collarbone. ‘i just wanna lay with you, don’t wanna talk right now’

‘that’s okay, amore - tell me about it whenever you want’ he whispers into your hair. ‘what are you watching?’

‘i don’t even know, i’m not paying attention - i missed you’ you pause the TV and move your leg over his torso, wrapping your arms around his neck as you begin pressing soft kisses from his neck to his chest. he laughs softly: ‘yeah? i can tell. you need me, baby?’ ‘mhm’ you respond as you press another open mouthed kiss on his skin, and he moans lowly at the feeling. ‘what do you want, beautiful? i missed you too’

‘make love to me - please’ you speak softly into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. you’re starting to rock yourself on his crotch, and you can feel your panties getting wet from your movements and how much you need him. he smiles, looking down at you with love and amusement at how needy you are for him. ‘you don’t have to ask me twice, beautiful. c’mere - i love you’ he brings your face up to his by your chin, kissing you softly, but you’re growing increasingly desperate for him so you waste no time in slipping your tongue into his mouth. your hands instinctively move upwards from his neck to pull on his curls, and his groan into your mouth makes you even wetter. his hands are moving down to your hips, caressing them, then moving lower to your ass as you continue to make out. you pull away, breathless: ‘lu, i need you so bad, i’ve been thinking about you all day’ you desperately kiss and bite his neck, his hands gripping your ass through your shorts. he chuckles, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as he shifts so you’re both face to face, your leg over his thigh. ‘slow down, dolcezza, patience. gonna make love to you, okay? i’ll take away all that stress’ he gazes at you, before lowering his face into your neck and starting to leave hickeys. your hands are tight in his curls, gasping softly, his hands smoothing over your waist and hips as he leaves dark marks on your skin. ‘mmm, lu - need you on top of me’ you whine, one hand in his hair now and the other moving up and down his neck and back desperately, as a show for how needy you are. ‘patience, yeah?’ he murmurs against your neck, before pulling away and gazing at you with dilated pupils. ‘we’re gonna take it slow, baby, mhm? i need to calm your nervous system’ he kisses your nose and each cheek, arms caressing your waist softly, and you melt into his touch.

‘luigi, when you’re inside me i think my nervous system is gonna be anything but calm’ you giggle slightly deliriously as you start to dry hump. he flashes his pretty smile at you, kneading your ass in his big hands. ‘you know what i mean. that’s why i’m going slow, bellissima. i’m not pounding you into the mattress just yet’ he laughs, kissing your cheek. you laugh with him, smiling so wide as he presses more soft kisses all over your face.

‘mm, i love you, gorgeous’ you say to him as you both gaze into each other’s eyes. his dimples show slightly as he gives you a soft smile. ‘you know how much i love you, bella ragazza.’ you reach a hand up to caress his face, gripping his curls tighter with your other hand as you kiss passionately. and it might be the most passionate kiss you’ve shared, tongues meeting the second your lips touch, luigi biting on your bottom lip to make you moan into his mouth. this kiss resumes your make out, while he slowly removes your shorts for you. he breaks the kiss for a moment to admire your pretty underwear, baby pink adorned with a bow. he smirks just slightly at the wet patch, running his index and middle finger over the fabric without warning. your breath hitches and you press on his chest, shifting even closer to his body, your leg now completely slung over him to get some friction. ‘pretty’ he mutters, to himself more than anything, before giving your clit a light smack through the fabric that makes you dizzy. you giggle, moaning in content, before luigi captures your lips with his again. as your tongues deepen the kiss, he slips his two fingers into your panties and brushes them through your folds to drag the wetness up to your clit. then he’s rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves, as you grip his shoulder and let him swallow your needy whines while you make out. he stimulates your clit for a couple minutes; your man knows how important foreplay is for a woman, and his intention to go extra slow tonight makes it even more so. you unzip his hoodie and drag it off him, whining as he takes his fingers out of your panties while you undress his upper half, and breaking the kiss just for a moment to pull his shirt over his head too. his cock is straining in his boxers beneath his jeans, and as he slips his fingers back into your panties to continue rubbing your clit you realise how uncomfortable he must be, so without looking and still captured in his kisses, you unbuckle his belt for him and pull down his jeans. his hard cock is straining against the material of his boxers, a wet spot of precum obvious on the grey fabric. you pull away and give him a teasing smile like he’d given you, dragging your hand down to palm him through the fabric and smooth over the wet patch. he throws his head back in pleasure, biting his lip, and slips his middle finger into your entrance. he sets a steady pace, curling his finger upwards to hit your g spot and you’re moaning into his mouth again, writhing on the sheets as you absentmindedly palm his clothed cock. ‘take me out, beautiful’ he whispers, and you don’t hesitate to pull his leaking cock out of his boxers and grip it in your small hand. you pull the fabric down his legs, throwing it to the side somewhere, and slowly start grinding yourself onto his member, your leg over his crotch, as he continues pleasuring you. his lips are on your neck now, biting and sucking, and he pulls your panties down your legs ever so slowly, leaning over slightly to shove them under his pillow. he slips a second finger into your entrance, and the pace of the upward motion in your walls is heavenly. ‘mm, lu, want you inside me’ you moan, and nearly squeal when he sucks on that sweet spot in the crook of your neck and slows the pace of his fingers to create the perfect stimulation where he misses a beat between thrusts, hitting that spot just right. you’re palming his cock for him, rubbing up and down the shaft, but it’s more absentminded and lazy than you’d like, because you can never concentrate when his fingers are working so deep inside you.

‘you want my cock, yeah? you ready?’ he murmurs into your neck, pressing kisses in between your boobs. ‘mhm, need you so bad, lu’ you moan, and he takes his fingers out of you, drawing out another needy whine from your throat. ‘let’s take this off, hm?’ he whispers, pulling your tank top over your head to leave you naked beside him. his eyes rake over your body, pupils dilated as he takes in how beautiful you look. your hair is so messy now, but it falls on your shoulders perfectly, your lips are puffy, your nipples aroused. he bites his lip as he looks at you, caressing your torso with one hand and reaching his other to your face to rub the pad of his thumb on your cheek. ‘you’re so beautiful. you know that?’ ‘mhm, you tell me every day, lu’

he smiles so softly at you, and the way his sweet eyes shimmer and his dimples widen melts your heart as it does every single time he looks at you that way. ‘you ready for me?’ he raises his brows, stroking his cock as he shifts to hover over you. ‘yeah, want you to make love to me, lu.’ he bites his lip, looking down as he starts to move his cock through your soaking folds. you both moan at the feeling, and you grip his forearm to brace yourself for when he pushes in. ‘just the tip at first, okay, my love?’ he whispers as he slides himself in so slowly, pausing at the tip. you moan loudly as he stretches you out, and he kisses your forehead. ‘good girl, i know it’s a tough stretch, i know, c’mon, i got you baby girl’ he coos at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then pressing soft kisses all over your face as he pushes in further. your moans become even louder, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your arms coming up around his neck to grip his curls. ‘luigi - fuck, you’re so big, deeper please’

he smirks a little: ‘i’m so big but you want me to go deeper? you like when my cock hits your cervix, huh? gonna give it to you so deep, baby.’ and then he bottoms out, and you both moan as loud as each other, your back arching at the familiar feeling. ‘so tight, bambina’ he groans, and leans down so he’s directly on top of you, your foreheads almost touching. the eye contact makes your heart flutter, even more so when he moves his left hand to your cheek and his right hand to the back of your head between you and the pillow, cradling you as he starts his thrusts so slowly. ‘yes, baby’ you moan, clutching at his curls as you gaze at each other, but you’re struggling to keep your eyes open already. ‘gonna keep this pace, okay? wanna make love to you so slow, my beautiful girl. ti amo, tesoro’ he kisses your forehead again, rocking his hips against yours in the most passionate embrace of your bodies. his cock is hitting your insides perfectly, the slow pace isn’t irritating or frustrating, it’s the opposite: you feel impossibly close to him and he’s looking after you with so much precision, every thrust hitting your cervix perfectly. ‘you feelin good?’ he whispers, forehead pressing against yours, hand still cradling the back of your head. ‘yeahh, you’re perfect baby, i love you so much, lu’ you sigh in pleasure, closing your legs somehow even tighter around his waist. he moves his face so it’s buried in your neck, now chest to chest with you, your bodies impossibly close, and he speeds up the pace. ‘cazzo, bella ragazza’ he groans into your neck. you feel like an angel in white sheets as he quickens his thrusts, the dim lighting in the room from the candles you lit earlier adding to the atmosphere and increasing the intimacy.

your hands keep moving from a tight grip on his curls to scratching his upper back and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him as close as possible. you’re never sure what to do with your hands because you want to somehow feel all of him at once, which is of course irritatingly impossible. he’s pressing soft kisses to the side of your face, your shoulder, neck and collarbone, never letting go of your head in his hands. ‘yeah, baby? moaning so pretty for me, you feel perfect on my cock, y’know i love you more than anything’ he pulls back to look at into your eyes, pace never faltering. you’re gazing up at him with his favorite doe eyed look, mouth agape with constant whines and moans. ‘beautiful girl’ he whispers, kissing you passionately, before leaning his head back down to your shoulder. ‘oh, luigi, i’m so in love with you, you feel so fucking good, so deep, mmm’

‘yeah, bambina? i know, i know, you take me so well, la mia ragazza’ he moans into your ear. ‘you still feel stressed?’ he asks, pressing kisses to the side of your face and in your hair. ‘no, not anymore - i can’t think about anything else but your - fuck - your cock, god baby you’re hitting my cervix’ you respond through gasps and moans. ‘oh i know i am, i knew that’s what you needed - c’mere, dolcezza’ he leans back, kissing you softly before lying on his side and turning you so you’re face to face with him, his cock stilling inside you for a moment. ‘get as close to me as you can, i wanna feel every inch of you, my beautiful girl.’ ‘mhm’ you make a soft noise in response and hook your leg over his torso, wrapping your arms tight around his neck and shuffling as close to him as possible. he waits until you’re comfortable in this position before moving again. ‘you okay?’ he kisses your forehead, and you nod eagerly, so he resumes his thrusts, now quick and deep. your lips crash onto his, both of you moaning into each other’s mouth as he fucks you so passionately, gripping and kneading your ass. ‘my baby girl, you’re so beautiful f’me, always’

‘lu, you’re so fucking deep i can’t - oh baby’ you’re a moaning mess on his cock, and he smacks your ass, leaving one hand gripping it while his other hand caresses up and down your torso and your thigh that’s hooked over his own. ‘that’s it, bellissima, take me so deep, yes my good girl’ he never takes his eyes off of you, and whenever your hair falls over your eyes a little he gently brushes it out of your face. his hand is on your cheek again, caressing your skin with his thumb so gently, an insane contrast to his passionate thrusts and rough grip on your ass with his other hand. your mouth is open the whole time because of your gasps and moans, and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to slip his thumb between your lips. you suck on it eagerly, looking at him with those same doe eyes again, and he groans at the sight and the feeling of your warm mouth on his thumb. ‘that’s my good girl’

you take his thumb out of your mouth to speak: ‘luigi, god, i love when you fuck me just like this, your cock always makes me feel better’ you moan breathlessly, kissing him rough. ‘yeah, does it, my baby? takin’ it so well, you always do’ he lands another light smack to your ass. ‘you like when i make love to you like this? so close our chests touch, so i can feel your pretty tits bouncing against me, yeah beautiful? nothing’s better than this.’ ‘yeah fuck lu, this is all i need, oh baby’

you grip his hair even tighter when he starts to slow his thrusts, switching to a steady, teasing pace where his cock hits your cervix, stills for a moment, and repeat. your hips rock to meet this new pace, back arching in pleasure. ‘oh that’s it, mmm god’ you nearly squeal, especially when you look into his dilated pupils as he bites his lip and starts kneading one of your boobs, thumb tweaking your sensitive nipple. ‘luigi, i want a baby’ you suddenly moan out, and you’re so serious but to hear the words come out of your own mouth shocks you. of course it shocks luigi too, and he pauses for a moment. ‘huh?’ he furrows his brows, a slight smirk playing on his lips. ‘yeah cum inside me, i want you to get me pregnant - mm please’ you realize this is genuinely what you want, and maybe you’re just dumb on his cock, but you’re ovulating and you need him to fill you up to your cervix. ‘that what you want, yeah?’ his pace is incredibly slow and teasing now. ‘bellissima, you want my baby? want all my cum, huh?’ he’s watching you intently, making sure this is genuinely what you want. ‘mhm, i love you more than anything lu, i’m ready to have a baby with you.’

you swear he’s never looked at you so in love before, his eyes shimmering in the dim light, dimples slightly visible on his cheeks as he starts to smile. he looks so beautiful, and you know you want to spend the rest of your life with him - as he gazes at you he’s thinking the exact same of you, and that eye contact with his gentle thrusts is your favorite thing in the world. you could spend forever with him like this, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. ‘i’ll give you a baby, dolcezza, make you the prettiest mama, c’mere’ he smiles wide, pulling out of you to your frustration, and moving to get on his knees. ‘wanna fuck you from behind so i can cum in you from this angle, okay? just lay down on your stomach, my love’ he kisses your shoulder and waits for you to get comfortable, your cheek resting on the pillow, then he slips his cock into you again slowly, leaning forward to press his entire body weight on your back. ‘this okay, baby?’ he asks softly, kissing your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips. ‘mhm, please move lu, i need you so deep, need to cum’ your speech is kind of muffled against the pillow in this position, and he gently brushes your hair to one side to see the visible side of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. ‘non preoccuparti, amore - i’ll get you to cum’ he whispers in your ear, right before starting his slow thrusts again. his lips attack your neck, leaving even more hickeys and you know you’re going to have to spend hours on makeup tomorrow morning. ‘you want it faster, baby? tell me’

‘mmm, yes fuck me faster luigi, oh baby’ you moan, arms splayed out across the mattress. the second those words leave your lips he’s pounding into you, his right hand leaving your waist to reach for your hand, gripping it tightly. he’s so close you can feel his warm breath on your ear, and it’s the little things like that and his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your knuckles that’s getting you so much closer to the edge. he’s saying the filthiest words in your ear now, desperate to get you both to your release. ‘that’s it my gorgeous girl, la mia bella ragazza, i’m gonna make you a beautiful mama, hm, gonna fuck my cum so deep into your pussy.’ you can’t find the words to respond, only moans and profanities spilling from your lips. ‘you’re gonna be so beautiful when you’re pregnant, can’t wait to see your tits swell - fuck - see you get curvy in all the right places, i’ll make love to you every day, baby, whenever you want’

and when he’s not whispering in your ear he’s kissing down your neck, until you can’t take it anymore and grip his hand so tight you wish you had the energy to apologize. ‘lu, i’m gonna cum, i can’t - fuck, ‘s too much’ ‘yeah? you cumming for me? do it now on my cock, pretty baby, i’m close too.’ and you can tell, from the way he’s grunting louder into your ear, but the pace of his thrusts doesn’t falter once, if anything he’s pounding into you even faster. ‘yeah, lu, i’m so close’ you whine so loud, craning your neck to look at him. the fucked out look on your face drives him crazy, and without warning he lets go of your hand and flips you over into missionary, never stopping his thrusts. you make a noise close to a scream, and then you’re a whining mess as he moves forward to lay on top of you, your boobs at his chest. your legs lock tight around his waist, right hand gripping his again, and his left hand holds the back of your head. ‘you gonna cum now, baby?’ he asks you, eyes so dark, pupils dilated as he refuses to glance away from your own. ‘mmm, yes luigi i’m gonna cum’ you moan into his ear, and that sound is what finally does it for him, both of you getting your release at the same time. he groans loudly, slowing his thrusts as he makes sure your body takes every last drop of his cum. ‘take all my cum pretty girl, can’t wait for you to have my baby’ ‘oh lu, you’re perfect, i love you’ you gasp, coming down from your high, and he collapses onto your chest, resting on your boobs.

you both sit in silence for a minute to catch your breath, and when he starts peppering kisses in between your breasts you start to giggle. you ruffle his hair, and he looks up at you, completely in love. ‘i don’t know what to do when you look at me like that’ you blush, smiling down at him. he smiles back, kissing you softly. ‘i want you to know how beautiful you are. i’m gonna make you my wife one day, i promise.’ you blush even more, and whisper back, while playing with his curls. ‘luigi, you’re the love of my life. i can’t believe i might be pregnant.’

he smiles wide, laying his head in the crook of your neck, and you can feel his dimples against your skin. ‘i was very surprised to hear you ask me for a baby, y’know’ he laughs. ‘like we make jokes and say things in the heat of the moment, whatever, but you were so serious and i had to make sure that’s what you really wanted because you know i’ll cum inside with no hesitation.’ you giggle into his hair: ‘mhm, you don’t take much persuading. but how can you make love to me like that and get surprised when i ask you to put a baby in me?’ he laughs against your neck, and then you’re both silent for a few moments while you play with his curls. ‘you’re gonna be such a good father, luigi. i’m so lucky,’ you whisper, and he presses a kiss to your neck. his response is muffled against your skin; ‘you were made to be a mom, amore mio. i can’t wait to make you my wife.’ ‘hmm, why don’t you propose then?’ you tease, knowing he’d never do it out of nowhere like that - when luigi does anything for you it has to be thoroughly and meticulously planned out. ‘you have to be joking, you know i have to make it perfect, and i don’t even have a ring.’ his response is as you expected, and you laugh at him. ‘baby, stop taking everything so seriously, i was joking.’

he lifts his head from your neck and looks up at you, raising his brows. ‘you just asked me to get you pregnant, was i not supposed to take that seriously either?’ you roll your eyes playfully, and kiss his nose; ‘shut up, lu.’ he smirks at you, then leans back, pulling out and smirking wider at the cum that seeps out of you onto the sheets. you look down and laugh, rolling your eyes at his teasing smile. ‘c’mere, baby’ he scoops you up into his arms bridal style, carrying you into your en suite, and he sets you down on the countertop while he cleans you up. he presses a couple of kisses to your inner thighs, and your breath hitches at the feeling.

he goes to turn on the shower, and you get the perfect view of his back profile in front of you. you giggle to yourself at how lucky you are, and he hears, turning back to you. ‘what’s so funny?’ he smiles, coming to stand in between your legs at the counter, hands caressing your hips and thighs. ‘you’re so sexy’ you say, batting your lashes at him. he raises his brows, a teasing smile playing on his face: ‘you wanna go again or something? need more of this phd cause 3 positions wasn’t enough?’ ‘no, baby, i’m too tired, i just wanted to tell you how good you look’ you smile back innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘don’t say anything like that again, you’ll make me hard’ he says with a serious tone, but you can hear him trying not to laugh as he pulls you up off the counter by the back of your thighs into his arms. you squish his cheeks and kiss his nose, earning a playful eye roll from him, and you giggle as he carries you into the shower. when he sets you down on the floor he washes your hair and your body with all your favorite products - he’s experienced enough by now to be able to differentiate between them all, and he’s giving you a mini pamper session while you giggle in his arms and try to concentrate on splaying shower gel on the parts of his body you can reach. when you’re both done, luigi watches in just his boxers as you do your skincare wearing your silk robe, his arms wrapped tight around your waist because he’s desperate for you to finish using all those ‘pointless’ products and get into bed. the second you’re done, he undresses you out of your robe and scoops you up into his arms again like the gentleman he is. he sets you down in bed, covering you with the sheets, before climbing in with you, pulling you close to his chest. his legs tangle with yours, and he’s about to send you to sleep with his forehead kisses when he notices the candles you lit hours ago are still flickering. ‘oh, the candles, hold on’ he goes to move, but you push onto his chest to keep him still. ‘baby leave it, just let them blow out on their own,’ you mutter in annoyance, not wanting to stir from your position on his chest. ‘no, you shouldn’t sleep with candles burning, i’ll be back in literally 10 seconds.’ you roll your eyes when he gets out of bed, but then you’re giggling as you watch him blow out the candles, thinking about how in love you are with this sweet nerd. you wonder if your baby will be the same.

#luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione smut #vershautece one shots

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kxtsukixoxo · 1 day ago

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happy valentine’s day kri 🩷 pls take a rest from the angst tdy !! id like to request “quiet, they’ll hear us..” with my one and only hanta sero, thank u in advance 🙏

authors note - happy late valentine’s day bloom!! <3 we’re taking a long deserved break from the angst!! i’m sorry this took so long, i hope you enjoy it :3

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

sero hanta, the guy who sat next to you in your business class.

that’s all you knew about him, but he knew everything about you. infact, he was obsessed with you. he knew all your classes, he knew your route to your dorm, he knew what drink you’d order at the café down the road whenever you hung out with izuku, and that ticked him off. you had no classes with izuku, and sero knew nothing about izuku, so why were you hanging out with him?

sero was the biggest perv when it came to you, just you. nobody else had this affect on him, and it drove him crazy. his need to feel you grew stronger everyday, and especially on the days you’d come to class wearing outfits that revealed a little more skin than you’d usually show.

it drove him crazy that you were right next to him and he couldn’t do anything about it. you’d give him the gummiest smile, as he felt his blood flow abandon every single part of his body and shoot down to his cock, he’d manage to give you a small wave, as he tried to pay attention to whatever your lecturer was saying, but all he could think about was his hands snuck down your skirt, your spit pooling out of your mouth as you mewled on his shirt, while he finger-fucked you.

right after your lecture ended, sero grabbed your hand pulling you towards the janitors closet, no reason given. sure he wouldn’t do anything right, he looked like a respectful young guy, always waving at you, smiling at you in the hallways, offering to carry your grocery bags into your dorm.

somehow.

always.

everywhere you were.

so when you finally reached the janitors closet, and sero placed his lips against yours, why didn’t you push him away? why did you enjoy it?

you barely knew him, he barely knew you, atleast you thought so.

“i can’t do this anymore, i need to feel you-“ he panted heavily, his chest heaving as he let out shaky breaths. “sero-what-“

“call me hanta please.” he started “tell me you want this, please tell me you do, if you don’t, it’s fine, we can just pretend this never happened, i’ll change my seat and we can carry-“ you cut him off as you sloppily captured his lips into a kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hand gripped onto your ass while the other pulled his pants down.

sero finally pulled away, with a pop. he unbuttoned your jeans, letting them drop to your ankles, as he pulled your shirt up just enough to reveal your perked up tits, the ones he dreamed about almost every night since you sat next to him.

thank god for baby tees, he was not about to let a bra get in his way. sero pulled his boxers down, his cock bounced up touching his belly button, you watched pre-cum leak out of the slit, “all yours baby” he murmured as he slid a hand through his messy mullet, you were hungry for it.

“give me the go-head and i’ll stuff you so good hm?” he caressed your cheek as he lined his cock with your entrance “just be quiet for me baby, can’t let anybody hear those pretty noises you make, they’re just for me” he muttered as he placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“fuck me hanta-please-“

that was all he needed. sero slammed into you, pressing you up against the wall, as your head fell back, your mouth fell open, as he slid in and out of you, pounding you against the wall, right next to your business class. if anybody were close enough you were sure they could hear your muffled moans as sero stuffed himself inside you “been dreaming about this day since you sat next to me in that pretty pink skirt” you brokenly gasped as your eyes rolled back. sero grunted as he grabbed your hand, placing it ontop of your stomach, feeling the bump. “see that? feel how deep i’m in you baby” he let out a groan, as he watched you whimper, “m’ gonna cum!”

“shhh baby, you don’t wanna let everybody know i’m fucking you that good do you?”

“hanta!-“

“i got you baby,” your legs tightened around his waist as he held you close, his breath fanning against your neck “cum for me”

and you did, collapsing towards him, as both of you came down from the lasting high.

he scribbled his number onto your arm after wiping you down and getting you into your clothes, tapping your cheek with two fingers,

“let me fuck you properly later hm?”

#mha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #kri’s valentine’s day event!#my hero academia #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #mha hanta sero #hanta sero x reader #mha sero #sero x reader #hanta sero #sero hanta #hanta

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ghoularaki · 3 days ago

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Hello!~ I would like to join in on your Heart's Desire Motel event. Can I be with Sylus in the parlor? .////. Please and thank you in advance <3

NOW ENTERING HEART'S DESIRE MOTEL

cw: gun play, riding, commands, dom/sub, blowjobs

Sylus looked out of place in the pink parlor. He was hunched over, cleaning his gun while you sat across him in a cushioned chair with rose gold detailing. Sitting on your hands, you swung your feet back and forth as you watched intently.

“You like what you see, kitten?” Sylus didn’t even glance up, just continued clean his gun.

Not responding, you got up from your seat, an idea sticking to your mind like gum. Sylus finally look up from his gun while you rounded the table and stood in front of him. He raised a brow.

Placing your hands on his shoulders with a determined look, you straddled thighs, sitting on his knees.

“Well that’s one way to get my attention.” He leaned back with a smug smile, not even mad you interrupted him.

“Can we try something?”

“Whatever you want,” He easily agreed.

Heat crept up on your face, clearing your throat, you turned your head to the side. Shyness dripped off your form. Not wanting to lose your cool, you stumbled out, “Use your gun.”

Sylus blinked, not understanding, “Use…. my gun?”

You nodded slowly, “Use it against me, please?”

“Like this?” Sylus brought the gun underneath your chin, finger away from the trigger.

Your breathing instantly picked up. The threat only turned you on. Shifting further down on his lap, you pressed your hips flush to his.

Sylus slipped right in the same mindset as you, “Take your clothes off for me.”

You didn’t immediately listen, waiting to see what he would do. Sylus scowled at you. Digging the gun further under your chin, your neck craned to accommodate it. Understand the threat, you lifted your shirt up and over your head. You reached behind to unclip your bra, but Sylus slapped your hands away.

With ease, he flicked it open. Sagging your shoulders, you let the garment fall down your arms. Throwing it somewhere in the room, you slowly got off his lap to peel your pants off. Neither of your broke eye contact as the cold metal left your skin, but stayed pointed at you.

Standing between his knees, you undid your pants and stepped out them. You stood before him in a part of flimsy panties. If you parted your legs, an obvious wet spot had already formed.

Sylus flicked the gun, “The panties too, kitten.”

Hooking your fingers under the band, you tugged it off. You were completely bare in front him. Your feet curled in, trying not to hide yourself from him.

“Undo my belt.”

Listening, you leaned over and unlooped the buckle until the belt was released. You stopped, waiting for his next command.

“Now my pants.”

Eager, you undid his pants like you did yours. As you fingers unzipped it, you could feel how hard he was. Gulping, you spied his bulge in his underwear. You flinched back when the gun hit the center of your forehead.

“Pull it out. Better make me wet enough because that’s all you’re getting for prep.”

You moaned at his harsh words. Pulling his underwear down and his pants further down his hips for better access, his cock sprung up from where it was confined. It slapped against his stomach, almost reaching his belly button.

Ready to serve, you leaned forward and licked from the bottom to the head. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to take him fully, you went to wrap your hand around the hilt. Though the gun cocking had you freeze.

“No hands.”

Ripping your hand away, you wrapped your lips around his cockhead and sucked. He groaned and buck his hips forward. Clenching your thumb between your fingers, you forced yourself down. You got about half-way when you gagged. Ignoring you reflex, you went down further. What you couldn’t reach with your mouth, you swirled your tongue around.

Sylus was a big man in many ways, so you needed his cock as wet as possible if you even thought of taking him. Though, you knew your cunt was dripping.

Bobbing your head, you kept going further down with each gulping. Sylus bucked his hips as your throat clenched around his head. Gripping your hair, he ripped you away from him.

“I think that’s enough, come here, kitten.”

Forcing you back up on lap, he didn’t care about the drool coating your bottom lip. He licked the mess of your face as you hovered over his aching dick. Grabbing the base of his cock, he guided the head to your hole. Shifting the position of the gun, he brought it back under your chin.

“Ride me.”

Not needing any other words, you pushed your hips down. Gravity was your best friend as his cock breached your hole and teared you open in the best way possible. Your breath caught in your throat as he rubbed against your gummy walls. He just kept going and it took you a couple moments to be able to take him to the hilt.

Your hands gripped onto his red dress shirt, using anything to stabilize yourself. Whimpers and whines pour from your mouth as you swirled your hips. He was so much and no matter where you moved, he bullied the spot deep in you.

The biting metal tilted your chin up more.

“I said ride me.”

Hazy with bleary, lidded eyes, you barely processed his words. Those piercing red irises offered you no mercy. With shaking thighs, you lifted your hips up so he was almost out and then slammed back down. You cried out as he jammed right against your cervix.

Establishing a rhythm, you fucked yourself over and over as Sylus sat back and watched. His free hand grabbed on the fat of your hip and helped you drop down on his cock.

To your best effort, you tried to fuck yourself as Sylus did—hard, fast and with frightening precision. Though, you were quickly running out of stamina and your thighs burned.

“Need help, kitten?”

“Please, I need you,” You begged, ready for your release.

Throwing the gun onto the table with little regard, he clutched onto your waist and meet your thrusts. Using your waist as leverage, he bounced you up and down while he hips bucked upwards. You collapsed onto his chest and let him take the reigns.

Planting his feet down fully, he fucked up into you. Moans poured from your lips not caring if someone heard you. With another punch to your g-spot, you came with a whimper. Sylus followed right behind you, his cum coating your spasming walls. You whined at hotness deep in you.

Sylus sagged down and shifted his hold to hug you to his chest. Softly, he rubbed up and down your back making no movement to leave your warmth. He kissed your temple and smiled at how crazy you both are. He looked at the gun laid on the table that was never loaded. The magazine wasn’t even in the gun. He wouldn’t risk even the possibility of you getting hurt.

#sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus x mc #lads sylus #sylus lads #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace sylus x reader #lads smut #love and deepspace smut

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fear-is-truth · 2 days ago

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hear me out kai buying you a valentines present for the first time ever.. just imagining him saying “you happy now? it’s all it took huh” while fucking you after is making my brain fuzzy

cw // degradation. rough sex. 18+ — mdni

the small box lands in your lap, tossed carelessly like a pack of cigarettes. but it’s weighty, covered in velvet, and when you look up at kai, he’s watching you expectantly, arms crossed over his chest.

“there,” he grouses. “happy now?”

you pop the lid open. inside, black satin cradles a delicate, rose gold chain. at its centre, a single hoop, “LOVE” inscribed in soft cursive, a diamond set into the “o.” the inside of the lid snaps as you pry it fully open. cartier.

kai doesn’t do gifts. he barely acknowledges holidays, let alone something as sappy and consumerist as valentine’s day. but now he’s standing in front of you expectantly, eyes flicking down to your lips when you wet them. you take the chain, holding it between careful fingers, the cool weight of the pendant nestled in your palm.

“kai…”

“what?” he snaps, defensively.

“thank you.”

his arms drop. kai blinks.

“help me put it on?”

you turn your head, gathering your hair to one side. he sliding behind you with a sigh, before snatching the chain from its case. the clasp clicks into place, “looks good on you,” he hums, fingertips trailing lower, over your throat, down to your sternum. his other hand cradles your jaw, turning your face up to his.

you don’t even get a chance to thank him. kai’s mouth crashes onto yours without warning. hot and wet and furious, tongue working against you as though he was punishing you for making him care. for making him want to do things like this. impatient as always, his hands are already hiking up your skirt. tugging at your panties til they snap against skin. the necklace sits between your collarbones, the rose gold catching the light as he shoves one knee between your thighs.

“fuck,” he breathes, watching the way your lashes flutter when he grinds against you.

“pretty thing, just needed a little jewelry to spread her legs?” he shoves your legs apart roughly, dragging his hand down your stomach, fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties. when he sinks in, stretching you open, he laughs—because you’re already soaking for him and arching your hips to take him deeper. you claw at his shoulders, but he just chuckles, gripping the chain around your throat, yanking it to tilt your chin up.

“pathetic. women are so easy to please.”

#american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #ahs cult #kai anderson smut #evan peters

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suugarbabe · 2 days ago

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Hi sweet sabby baby 🙈

So I want to preface this by saying, I’m new so I might have missed a similar fic if you’ve already done it. So if this is a garbo request or some such nonsense, do tell me to fuck right off to hell, ok?

I was thinking, I wonder what Enzo might do if he’s dating a whimsical!reader (or even a shy!reader?) if one of his friends (or just another housemate, whatever you wish) pokes fun at her. Even if it’s innocent/good natured. Because we know Enzo has a golden retriever energy most of the time, but is there a Rottweiler in there too? And how bad is his bite?

TLDR; protective boyfriend Enzo over his sweet whimsical/shy!gf 🫶🫶 please and thank you my love

enzo berkshire x whimsical!reader

thanks for the request my darling, hope it's okay. whimsical!reader is deff a newer territory for me with the sb boys so this was very fun to explore <3

It was one of his favorite things about you, your ability to always see the good in things. Sometimes he felt like he needed to protect you, because even in the most obvious of situations where it was quite clear people were being rude, or making fun, it was like you couldn’t see it at all. Instead you would just smile, say something outlandish or odd, and then walk away unbothered.

Currently, he knew it was really just good natured fun; his friends teasing you. You were currently asking Mattheo if you could check his brain for wrackspurts; something you made Enzo sit through twice a week. When Mattheo started laughing Enzo could feel himself grow hot. “Mmm, yeah I think I’m good. My cousin Luna already does that involuntarily, I don’t think I need a second check.” Your smile widened as you gave him a blissful nod, “I would be very thankful to have someone like her in my family.”

Matty’s eyebrows rose as he gave you a tight lipped smile, “Oh yeah..m’sure you’d love her.” You sat up excitedly, “Oh, yes. I’d love to be introduced!” Mattheo turned to Theo, the latter shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that,” Matty reached over and patted your hand, “we can only have one weird person in the group at a time.”

Immediately Enzo was enraged, standing quickly and shoving Mattheo from across the table, “Watch your fucking mouth, Riddle. You don’t get to talk to them like that!” You reached up and laced your fingers with Enzo’s, your touch alone instantly calming him down. “It’s okay, Enzie. This is just how Matty shows affection, he doesn’t really know any better.”

“What?

“Excuse me?”

Both Enzo and Mattheo turned to look at you in unison. Enzo raised his eyebrows, silently, and in the most polite way he could muster, asking you to continue. You gave a nonchalant shrug, “Well Matty didn’t really grow up with affection in his home so he shows that he cares about people by teasing them,” you turned to Mattheo, “which I’m completely fine with Matty, I think it’s sweet that you care about me.”

Mattheo was slackjaw, eyes flipping from you to Enzo. Your boyfriend wore more of an impressed smirk, “You know what, angel…you’re completely right. How about we let Mattheo sit in that information, hmm?” You stood from the bench, giving Mattheo a brief wave and a smile as Enzo wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Mattheo was left sitting with Theo, chin now resting on his fist while contemplating his life.

#slytherin boys #enzo berkshire #enzo berskhire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x whimsical!reader #whimsical!reader #enzo x reader #x reader #golden era

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whisper-ocean · 2 days ago

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Fuck it, Let’s ruin the friendship

Authors note: this is the first fan fiction I have ever written so I apologise if it’s not very good, I’m hoping that the more I write the better I’ll get. Well here goes nothing.

Warnings: smut, over 18s only, minors DNI.

You and David have been friends for years, you both met in college and clicked instantly forming an unbreakable bond, you both connected through mutual interests, you used to go to cons together he would cosplay as the Joker and you as Harley Quinn. There were always rumours going around of you two dating but you both brushed them off never even thinking of each other like that. As the years went by your friendship grew stronger you were both inseparable, his family loved you and you would often go with him back to Alabama during the holidays. You never saw him as more than a friend that was until recently.

It was a typical Saturday night for you guys take out a bottle of wine and whatever board game you both decide to play. David was taking a well earned break from making multiple appearances at various cons where he would do meet and greets and dress up as Art the clown for photo opps.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as you caught each other up with what you guys did that week. After a while you both settled into a comfortable silence which he broke when he asked you “hey do you remember when everyone thought we were dating” “yeah, oh my god that was hilarious” you reply “how come”, “no reason just reminiscing I guess” you sensed there was more to what he was trying to say but he turned away from you, “maybe we should call it a night” he said yawning “yeah good idea but there’s no way I’m letting you drive back considering you’ve got half a bottle of wine in you, you can sleep in the spare room” “thanks Ro” he replies.

You clean up and both head upstairs you start to sense a tension between you that you’ve never noticed before. He stops and looks at you “how come we never talked about being more than friends before”, you swallow not knowing how to answer. There was always a part of you that wondered what if but you were always too scared of ruining the friendship you shared. He continues to look at you, a look you’ve never noticed before. He takes a step towards you closing the gap, the only sound there is of you both breathing looking at each other.

“Dave, if we cross this line there’s no going back” he looks at you “good”.

He pushes you up against the wall your lips crashing together with desperation, all your thoughts turn directly to him, how badly you want him and how long you’ve been longing for this to happen. He pulls away suddenly looking into you eyes his breath heavy, “are you sure about this, is this what you want” he whispers, you look at him and nod “yes, please I need you” he smirks and attaches his lips to your neck, he nips lightly and a small yet involuntary moan escapes from your lips, “please baby I need you” in that moment David picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, you can feel his arousal pressing into you as he carries you over to the bed, David lays you down stands up and looks you over, “Jesus Rose you have no idea how beautiful you are”. You can’t help but blush and turn your head, he crawls on top of you he burries his face into your neck licking, nipping and sucking the sensitive area, he started trailing kisses down in between the valley of your breasts, your breathing starts to get heavier and you can feel your own arousal soaking through your underwear “please stop teasing me, I fucking need you” and with that it’s like a switch flipped and all of a sudden David quickly yanks off your pants taking your panties with them and before you know it his mouth is right there on your most sensitive bud licking and sucking, you start moaning his name over and over, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to release when all of a sudden he inserts his fingers expertly hitting your g spot and that’s enough you bring you over the edge, you throw your head back and moan his name repeatedly. David removes himself from you and as he undresses himself you can’t help but admire him, your eyes trail down and lock onto his member, you knew he was big but his size still took you by surprise, he notices you looking “you absolutely sure babe, because if you’ve changed your mind” he barely gets to finish his sentence before you jump up and attack his lips and that’s all the confirmation he needed, you switch positions so that you’re on top of him, you reach down and line him up with your entrance and as you move down onto him barely able to take all of him in, you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, you stay like this for a minute before you start moving up and down the pleasure indescribable, he grips your waist and takes a nipple into his mouth, you throw you head back moaning as his name rolls off your tongue “oh my god baby just like that, please don’t fucking stop” “Rose baby I’m so fucking close” he says between breaths you continue your pace your breaths getting heavier, moans getting louder, David starts playing with your clit as he moans into your neck when all of a sudden you feel as the edge of your release threatens to come crashing down, your legs start to shake as he pushes you fully over the edge to your orgasm, your words incoherent as you struggle to put a sentence together then suddenly he ruts upwards spilling into you as his own orgasm washes over him.

You both lay there in bed with your head resting on his chest as he gently runs his fingers up and down your arm, “Rose” he starts you interrupt him with a kiss “no regrets, I’ve wanted this for so long, I can’t hide it anymore, please don’t let this be a one time thing where you disappear after you’ve got what you wanted, I can’t bear the thought of not having you in my life” you can feel the tears pooling in your eyes threatening to spill over. David takes your face in his hands and looks you in the eyes “I’ve loved you for years but I never thought for a second that you would want me, I mean I’m not exactly the type you normally go for am I” he chuckles slightly but you can hear the hurt in his voice that he’s so desperately trying to hide. You look at him as you feel your heart break for him “hey don’t say that, I should have told you sooner but I was scared that you didn’t see me like that” “trust me babe I do, I do see you, you are everything I have ever wanted please give me the chance to show you that”.

You gently press your lips against his, you can feel him smile as you both mumble I love you’s to each other.

@clowncafeb

@daveythorntonslocker

I hope you guys like this

#david howard thornton #terrifier #art the clown #David Howard Thornton x reader #David Howard Thornton x original female character #fanfic

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blood-smiles · 10 hours ago

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PRAYING for more yandere angel crumbs 🙏🙏🙏 Also ur art and writing style is so gorgeous im tweaking

I’ll answer your prayer nonnie 🪽🪽🪽🪽 I’m the lord and I work in mysterious ways.. THANK YEW I am always so insecure about my work being at least fathomable to read and look at without getting an “..Oh! “ moment from people 💔💔

NAUGHTY HEADCANNONS UNDERNEATH THE CUT!!

• Okay so I think I need to get this out of the way, Angels in my book are genderfluid, or just don’t really care for genders since it’s not really needed in Divinia(My version of heaven). They have the freedom to shape their body to their will, that includes gender and sexual organs. Lucien prefers his male counterpart over his female one when it comes to just pleasure. However, for breeding purposes he is required to at least change the sexual organs on the inside of his body, meaning prostate into Uterus.

•This leads to my next point, He can in fact get pregnant. However he is not going to give human birth, he is going to have his own process of birth as many angels do too. They lay eggs. 😊

•Now I really wanted to talk about his behavior while he is waiting for the eggs to hatch, he will dutifully make a little nest with your clothes and pillows, then settle there until he can push the batch out.

•if you read the first part, you can probably tell he is eager to lay his first batch of eggs, but now you may wonder what is inside of them?? Great question!!! Nephillims and a chance of flying eyeballs with wings.

•angels don’t really care or find attachment to their offspring, most of the time their children will wander off to somewhere idk, so you can be an irresponsible parent!!!

•He is not very pleasant during this period of time when he is pumped full of babies. He isn’t hostile towards you per se, he is hostile towards anyone else BUT YOU. Even pets!! If your dog wants to greet him and sniff his eggs, he will be livid. He will swat at the dog and hiss for it to get away. Call it protective motherly instincts..?

•NEVER bring people to the house during this time, he will be even more violent than towards animals. if anyone finds him in the corner of your room, say goodbye to that friend because they probably aren’t going to be seen ever again.

•Mating process!!!!!!! Put him in a mating press just DO IT. Believe me that you will not regret it, like I bet you will be hypnotized by the melodic mewls coming out of his mouth. If bending him over doggystyle, GRAB HIS HAIR, PULL ON IT PLEASE.

•Your gender doesn’t really matter during mating with him. Angels work in mysterious ways to accommodate your body’s anatomy.

•The little wings on the sides of his head and on his hips will twitch helplessly, contracting and retracting when reaching an orgasm. It’s actually so interesting to see.

•Pee in him. Don’t ask why.

•There are times where he will spread his lips open when changing his organs to female aligned ones, he will stretch himself open, letting you see INSIDE him, how his cervix and walls twitch and flex in sheer need of being filled. And if you look up at his face you will find the most adoration filled look you have ever seen, this isn’t just sex for him, it’s a bonding ritual with the love of his life.

•Okay, now moving onto more SFW headcannons, He is an alright cook, although he can improve very quickly. He does make some feet kicking tea though, his brownies and cookies slap so hard too, it’s like those cookies your grandma made.

•He is very well acquainted with the elderly, he enjoys speaking to them and finds familiarity and understanding amongst them. He is older than the earth so he is an old soul, naturally he would be a charmer with the grandmas too.

•softest feathers, like rest your face on the large set of wings on his back and you might ascend to another plane of existence. He will laugh at your blissed out face and kiss the tip of your nose while wrapping the wings on his hips around you.

•his boobs and hair bounce when he walks. :)

#yandere x reader #smilesyanderes #yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #gn reader #fem reader #gender neutral reader #yandere male #smilesanswers #yandere x darling #yandere blog #soft yandere #lucienposting

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bokutoko · 3 hours ago

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cw: suggestive (mdni), making out + ass grabbing hehe, mentions of ovulation UM WHO AM I????

kita had always been the one to be so reserved, with soft smiles and his routinely careful, deliberate actions. he had always been the one to be so respectful, with always a “yes ma’am” or “yes sir” in his responses. he had always been the one to look so put together, so level-headed, as if nothing phased him enough to invoke any strong reaction.

but with you perched on his lap, your lips on his, and your hands in his hair, he quickly devolved into something no one never expected of him.

your lips had always scrambled his brain in a way he never quite comprehended, the taste of them causing a haze to shroud his mind, either from your chapstick or the last drink you had—or both. he had no idea how you had this iron-clad power over him, but frankly, he didn’t really care.

and good god, the plush, soft texture of your lips did nothing to ease his self control either, his tongue gliding along your bottom lip in a hungry, yet almost reverential way. you were the first thing in his life to ever make him question his sanity. he believed you to be practically otherworldly, with your intoxicating presence and soft touch that made his skin burn in the best way possible.

his hands glided along the bare skin of your thighs as your own gently tugged at his hair, eliciting a low, reserved groan from him. he could feel your little smile against his lips, and you proceeded to gently pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and neck, already feeling the slight stubble on his skin, despite his daily morning shave. the brine from the sweat on his skin hit your tongue, the taste making you yourself feel dizzy, needing more, more, more. you made sure to kiss his favorite spot—behind his ear, you learned. with a gentle bite to his skin, you carefully soothed the mark with your tongue.

fuck, kita was sure he was about to ascend to the heavens and see a bright light awaiting him.

as if his mind escaped him, he was unable to keep his hands to himself as they wandered to the swell of your ass, squeezing and kneading the softness of you. and when he heard that same soft little moan he always hears, he felt like he could fall to his knees for you, like he could be your most faithful, devout worshipper until the end of his days.

kita shinsuke, reduced to a beautiful, needy man because of his sweetest temptation.

“shin,” you softly purred in his ear, your breath warm against his already heated, sweaty skin, “y’looked so good outside weed eating… just can’t help myself.”

he hummed with cheeks flushed a sinful shade of pink—a mixture of both sunburn and pleasure—and his eyes slowly opened to reveal a pair of beautiful, hazy brown eyes. “i sure ain’t complainin’…”

he looked so breathtaking that you couldn’t even help yourself when you uttered your next words, the beginning of kita’s end. the end of any semblance of self control he had. “i’m ovulating, y’know.”

it was as if time stood still, as if everything became so much clearer. as if kita had seen the light.

yeah, you were definitely going to see the light too after he was finished with you.

a/n: ABS POSTING SUGGESTIVE CONTENT?? WHO IS THIS??? thanks to @nectardaddy i too have seen the light of truth about kita shinsuke… also i guess this is my thank you for 400 gazillion enjoy ur treat

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gazsluckyhat · 8 hours ago

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Denial is a River in Egypt

Let's all say thank you @miss-vanta-likes-to-write for making me post this early. I was saving it for after Sarah's House but she's been begging. And I quite enjoy this one as well.

That being said this is a dark fic. Please check the trigger warnings before reading.

tw: kidnapping, dub-con, mentions of drugs

Everyone knows that what belongs to Simon belongs to John. Of course that includes you, too.

Denial is a river in Egypt. Everyone knows that.

The lights in the house were off, front door locked. Everything was as you left it when you left this morning, but you weren't alone. The hot coco you made every night to relax had a funny taste. You just assumed it was because it was a Christmas flavor and Christmas was two months ago. But now, seeing who was in front of you, you know it isn’t that. He blended into the darkness of the living room. He could have been there for hours. You'd been in the kitchen for at least two. A late dinner and a couple chapters read before bed. He'd stepped forward the second you finished the mug, which was now shattered at your feet.

"What-what are you doing here?" Something was wrong, you could feel it in your chest. He only cocked his head to the side.

"Taste funny love?" Confirmation on what you already knew. A step back was met with a step forward. He matched every move you made.

"You broke into my house." He only chuckled.

"I did tell you that you need a better system." The knife block was behind you, you just had to reach it. Another step back matched. The counter pressed into your back.

"What do you want?" Your hand reached behind you, fingers searching for the bigger knife. He knew what you were doing of course. He always did.

"Nothing. I've got what I want." Eye's wide with confusion you felt it. Your head started to sway, limbs growing heavy.

"Yo spikd drink." You tongue felt numb. He walked closer and when your knee's buckled he caught you. His touch always so gentle. All you could do was whimper.

"Shh. Don't worry love. We're going home now." Your eyes drifted closed as he lifted you up with ease. You should've went home that night. When the brute of a man slid in close, you should have feigned sick and left. Now you were stuck with a Ghost that didn't like 'no'.

Your head felt stuffed with cotton, your mouth so dry. Everything aches, including your head. Whatever you were laying on was scratchy and rough. You couldn't feel the rest of your body parts yet, a tingly numbness still running through your veins. It felt like you had to use all your strength to open your eyes, the minimal light still hurting them. You weren't in your house. This wasn't your bedroom. This wasn't even your basement. There weren't any signs of your seasonal décor anywhere.

"She's awake Simon." Blue eyes appeared in your sight. And the stupidest haircut you'd ever seen. That only meant-Price. He was spread across the couch in front of you, a cigar hanging out of his mouth. His lap dog Kyle was behind him, eyes watching your every move. Johnny was kneeling in front of you. You were assuming he was touching you, though ,again, you couldn't feel the rest of your body yet.

"Almost forgot how pretty she is, Lt." You tried to bare your teeth but only got a laugh from the men. Simon strolled in seconds later, mask gone. He was wearing a grey shirt and black tac pants. His usual get up. He happily knelt beside Johnny, hand running through your hair.

"Sleep good love?" Brown eyes showing concern. Tugging a knot out you groaned. Your head still ached. "Bet your head aches, huh? Roofie'll do that." He stood back up and slipped something from his pocket, grabbing the bottle Johnny offered him. "This'll help some." Shaking out two white pills he offered them to you.

"Why would I trust you?" Your voice was rough, sore even. Simon chuckled before a smack registered on your thigh. Feeling now back.

"Now now Soap. Her punishment comes later." John was smirking your way. Anger bubbled up. "I'm sure Simon can handle her." Simon bent down his other hand stroking your cheek.

"It's paracetamol. I've never lied to you, love." Which was a lie. Your head ached though. And all your muscles feel tight and wound up. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out he set the pills in your mouth. "Good girl." He took the lid off the bottle and slowly put it to your mouth where you gulped greedily. The water felt great on your throat. Johnny tugged your head back gently.

"Slow down Lassie. You'll choke." Wiggling your toes you realize they weren't bound and neither were your hands. Why would they be? You had four of the best soldiers in the room with you. You couldn't get away even if you tried. And they knew it.

"What do you want Simon? Where am I?" This wasn't his place. This had to be some old abandoned place by the looks of the walls. Though it looked like work was being done.

"I told you before. I have what I want. And this is our home." He was smiling at you.

"We were gonna wait until the renovation was done before bringing you, doll, but you had to go and ruin plans." John was glaring at you. "So sorry if it's not up to your standards."

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything to any of you." They were delusional. You'd broke things off with Simon for that reason. You'd loved him though.

"He's talking about this new job. Going back to America? Leaving me?" He looked hurt. And your heart may have cracked just a tad.

"How do you know that? No one knew. I just found out?" This was bad. They probably had Kyle hacking your job. He was a wiz at that stuff.

"The same way I know your boss is secretly gay." Kyle smiled. Shaking his phone in front of him.

"This bullshit. You can't keep me here." Johnny chuckled.

"Oh bonnie. Why can't we?" Simon nodded.

"There's enough space here to add on if we need to. You can have that library you always talked about. The master is big enough for a California king. Room for all of us. And we can do your dream bathroom." You wanted to cry. "And there's no one around for miles, love. We can finally work on that garden we always talked about." He was rubbing your cheeks. You couldn’t hold back the tears.

"I want to go home Si." He shh'd you.

"I know love, I know. But this is home now. It's bigger than that townhouse anyway. Me and Johnny are gonna go pack up your stuff tomorrow, Kyle already sent your job your resignation. Everything is done." Your eyes flew to Johns.

"You can't keep encouraging this. This is not right and you know it." He only laughed while strolling to join you.

"You broke his heart sweetheart. He only wanted to love you."

"No, he wanted to share me like I was his property." A smile as his hand touched your cheek.

"To people he loved. It wasn't like he was letting strangers fuck you." You gasped.

"Fuck you, Price." A smirk and a dark glint in his eyes.

"Simon, are you punishing her?" Simon shook his head. Fear crawling up your throat.

"Have at it Captain." Then you were being yanked up and bent over John's legs.

"What the fuck-" Your jeans were being yanked down your legs, panties with them. "Stop. Fucking sto-" A loud smacked jolted you. Fire burned up your neck and across your backside.

"This is for your own good love. We only want the best for you." Simon was at your eye level, his hands soothing your red cheeks.

"Please, Simon." Tears gathered in your eyes, your throat burning. Another smack. John Price was spanking you. Like a disobedient child. The other two watched as their Captain smacked your ass, listening to the soft cries you gave. The embarrassment was otherworldly. You just wanted to hide and cry in peace.

Twenty smacks. He gave you twenty hard smacks before letting his hand wander.

"Hmmm. Look at this, boys." His fingers pulled from your thighs wet and glistening. Somehow your cheeks grew even hotter. "Our little lamb liked it." Raising you up so you were now straddling him, he took those same fingers and waved them in front of your face. You tried to avoid his eyes but he took hold of your jaw.

"Did you like it sweetheart? Hmm?" He sucked each finger clean. "Is that why you've been so bad? Just wanted us to punish you. Bruise that pretty skin of yours?" You whimpered. "Poor thing." He waved two fingers in front of you and touched your lips with them. "Suck." He didn’t even give you time to open your mouth, just pushed them past your teeth and closed your lips. You could still taste yourself on them, somehow tangy and sweet. Simon used to spend hours between your legs, sucking and licking until you'd cry from the overstimulation. John pulled them out kissing your cheek before shoving them back between your legs and into you. You tried to pull away, but he had you in a tight grip.

"You took those spankings so well sweetheart. Let me reward you." He looked over your shoulder, eyes signaling someone. Simon's lips latched onto your neck seconds later. A whimper left you. He had your hands pressed to your chest.

"Miss you love. So fuckin' much." John was fingering you now, a loud squelching noise echoing in the room. "Such a good girl. Takin' the Captain's fingers. Such a pretty girl." You wanted to hate this. To hate every single part but you couldn't. Simon knew your sweet spots and was doing his best to hit every single one. John's fingers felt so fucking good after months of a dildo and vibrator. You were quickly climbing a hill, your body betraying you. Simon captured your lips in his, John leaning forward to suck a nipple through your t-shirt. Simon sucked the groan you gave up, smiling into your kiss. Your fingers dug into Simon's as you were reaching that ledge. You were so close and he knew it.

"She's gonna cum Sir. Just a little more." He said watching your face. His finger's joined Johns and began to rub your clit, that being the last thing you needed. With a cry you came all over the men's fingers, collapsing into John's chest. Aftershocks running through you. Your eyes felt heavy again, the last of your energy taken from you.

"That'a girl. Johnny, take her up to the room and let her rest. She's gonna be exhausted." The last thing you remember is the Scot picking you up and tucking your head under his chin.

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pellaaearien · 1 day ago

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Here With Me (Chapter 7)

Dreamling | E | (no more) Edging, Caretaking, Porn With Plot | ~20k total

In the end, Hob needn’t have worried. The innkeeper accepts or else doesn’t care to examine their story about being a noble and his retainer accosted on the road, willing to accept the gold thread running through Burgess’ rich tunic in exchange for room, board, and some actual clothes for Dream.

“And medical supplies, if you please.” Dream speaks up, his voice shaky but resolute. “Some bandages, and salve if you have it.” Hob looks at Dream in surprise, but the innkeep just nods.

“I’ll send some up with my girl,” he says gruffly, and they hasten to their quarters before they can make more of a scene. The fewer people who can remember the strange travellers, the better.

“I’d rather you have warmer clothes,” is the first thing out of Hob’s mouth, once the door closes behind them. It’s not what he’d been intending to say, but salve especially won’t come cheap. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be on the road, and—”

“And I’d rather you not die,” Dream snaps, whirling on him fiercely, eyes flashing. Hob swallows the rest of his words. “I… I thought I had lost you.” He wraps his arms around himself, and Hob lurches to embrace him.

“I wish never to know such a feeling again,” Dream says into his shoulder.

“Dream—”

They’re interrupted by a knock at the door. Hob opens it, feeling antsy about having strangers around Dream. The girl is shy, however, keeping her eyes downcast as she deposits her burden of hot water, bandages, and a jar of salve.

“Thank you,” Hob says, and she jumps at being addressed, nodding quickly.

“I’ll be up with the clothes soon, m’lords,” she says, and takes her leave before Hob can say anything more. Hob sighs, and turns to find that Dream has already uncorked the salve, and is sniffing at it.

“Does it meet with your approval?” he teases. Dream gives him a withering look, and Hob grins. Dream wasn’t the only one who’d feared that they would never see each other again, and the relief is hitting him in waves.

When he removes his bandages, Dream makes a small sound, leaning forward, hovering his fingers over the gash.

“I’ll heal,” Hob assures him. “I’d have taken worse, to know you’re safe.”

Dream’s hands clench in his lap. “You should not have had to.”

“Dream.” Hob cups Dream’s cheek tenderly. “I knew what I was getting into when I swore my life to your service. I’m just sorry I couldn’t do more.”

“Don’t say that!” Dream says, grabbing his hand between both of his. “You’ve done so much, all for me, and I—”

“Shh.” Hob rests his forehead against Dream’s, ignoring the twinge of pain. “No regrets. I’d have done it even if you hadn’t asked.” It was all worth it, just to be near him.

Dream sighs. “I do not deserve you, Hob Gadling.”

Yes, you do! Hob wants to say. You more than anyone! But he thinks better of it. He won’t be another in the long line of people who have convinced Dream that he needs to earn his place.

“I get to decide that, love,” he says instead. “And it’s a decision I made on the very first day I met you.”

Dream looks away, dipping a cloth in the steaming water in lieu of answering. Hob hisses as he begins to tenderly wash his wound.

“You needn’t—” Hob begins, before breaking off at the fierce glare Dream fixes him with.

“I do.” His tone brooks no argument. Hob subsides. It feels wrong, so wrong, to have Dream taking care of him, but he can’t help but melt into it.

In the end, the spelled thread is merely pulled, not torn, and doesn't need to be resewn, certainly not by anyone with their amount of medical knowledge. Hob’s bandages are deftly rewound by Dream, who presses a kiss to the wound afterwards, as Hob holds back tears.

The innkeeper’s girl returns, bringing a bundle of clothes and a pot of stew. Hob doesn’t want to question where they got the clothes on such short notice, but the girl provides the information herself.

“They were my brother’s,” she says quietly, glancing at Dream out of the corner of her eye. “He died at the front.”

“I’m sorry,” Hob says, finding that he means it. Burgess’ people bear no blame for his wars. She nods, and departs, a certain understanding reached, though that doesn’t mean Hob is in a hurry to reveal their identity. He can only pray that they are far enough away not to implicate these people, should they be discovered. Dream puts the dead man’s clothes on wordlessly. They’re an almost perfect fit.

It’s later, after they’ve eaten and rested, that Hob wakes from a couple of hours’ sleep to find Dream no longer next to him in bed, but standing next to the tiny glazed window, hugging his arms to himself. Hob immediately sits up; Dream turns his head but doesn’t look at him.

“Hob.” Dream’s voice is velvet in the moonlit room. “I need you.” He swallows. The light is so bright Hob can trace the line of his throat. “I need you to make it so I’m not the oracle any more.”

The words hit Hob like a thunderclap, despite their quiet volume. Logically, he knows that this is an important step in their plan, and the sooner the better, so that Dream’s powers can no longer be used against them. In his illogical chest, his heart is pounding loud enough Dream can probably hear it from across the room.

He had long since resigned himself to the knowledge that he would never properly make love to Dream. The vague idea of falling from grace, of failing to stop in time, removing that barrier to being fully together, had been the stuff of his darkest fantasies. He’d known it would never happen. Dream had asked him to be his knight, and so that’s what Hob would be, until he died of it.

Now, Dream was asking something else. And rather than jumping at the chance, Hob needed a minute to catch up, to coax his deepest desires from the darkness and assure them it was safe to come out.

“I do not wish to injure you further,” Dream says, still not looking at him. “But I fear, if I do not do this now…”

Then I never will, Hob finishes for him. He understands completely. “C’mere, dove,” he says, holding out his arms. Dream inches closer, until he melts into his arms with a sigh, bone-cracking tension leeching from his body. Hob holds him close. He can’t imagine what’s going through Dream’s head in this moment, as he contemplates giving up the thing that has defined his entire life.

“Dream,” Hob murmurs into his shock of hair. “Of course I will. If it’s what you really want.” There can be no going back, not after this. While that might be the point, that doesn’t make it any easier.

“I—” Dream’s voice is muffled by his shoulder. “I do not know if this is what you would have chosen. If I—”

“Listen to me.” Hob holds Dream’s face in his hands, pulls back until Dream meets his eyes. “You never forced anything on me. I chose to follow, chose with both eyes wide open, and do you know why?”

Dream shakes his head the tiniest amount, constrained by Hob’s grip, his eyes wide and so, so blue.

“Because how could I let anyone else touch you? Bring you pleasure? Of course I chose you. Who else could it be, but you?”

There’s a taste of salt against his lips, and it’s a long moment before he realises Dream is crying as he kisses him. Despite living as close as two people could be, they have never kissed like this before. Such romantic gestures were for normal people, with normal lives, serving only to remind them of what they couldn’t have.

No longer. The kiss is messy, wet, and perfect, neither of them quite sure what they’re doing but unwilling to stop. The play of Dream’s plush lips against his own is something Hob had never even thought to imagine, and he is instantly addicted.

“Oh, love,” he whispers against Dream’s skin, against the tiny noises and puffs of air Dream makes as he seeks his lips again. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“Please.” Dream nods frantically, and Hob’s blood is roaring in his veins at the thought of finally giving into that plea.

He lays Dream gently down on the bed, one of their straw pillows for his head and one for his hips. Dream deserves mountains of pillows, silks and goosedown, every possible luxury. But this is what they have, so Hob will make do.

The tension in Dream’s frame is back; Hob bends to kiss him, tracing his lips with his tongue (inspired by the thought of a very similar act) until Dream opens for him, gasping and arching. Hob soothes him with soft touches, stroking his hair and sides.

“Hob,” Dream breathes, hips already canting. It’s much more familiar territory, but Hob still takes a moment, pressing his forehead to Dream’s.

“We have all the time in the world,” he says. He will make it true. “There’s no need to rush. I refuse to do anything that will hurt you.” He runs his hands down Dream’s arms, waiting for his nod of permission before pulling off his shirt, then caressing the skin that is revealed. The spread of both of his hands nearly encompasses the width of Dream’s torso.

“Look at me,” he says, and Dream does, the trust in his eyes flaying Hob’s chest open. “I promise you, I won’t stop.” Dream’s breath catches. “Not unless you ask me to. Not until it’s over.” No more ruined orgasms. Dream nods, wordless. Hob cups his cheek. “That means, if I do anything that doesn’t bring you utmost pleasure,” here his voice turns stern, “I need you to tell me.” He knows Dream would stubbornly and stoically bear anything it took, now that his mind is made up. He’s been doing it all his life. That doesn’t mean that this experience shouldn’t be as close to perfect as Hob can make it. “I could never live with myself if I hurt you.” His voice breaks, and Dream grips his arm. “Promise me.”

Dream nods, solemn. “I promise, Hob.”

In spite of everything, Hob smiles. “Okay, then.” He kisses Dream again, because he can, and because he thinks if he stops kissing Dream for more than a few minutes he might die. Dream melts into it, hands lighting tentatively on Hob’s skin in turn, his shoulders and back, and this, too, is new, and strange, and wonderful. There’s no one to see, here. No one to wonder if their hands are hiding something. No need to keep Dream exposed. Dream touches him, and Hob feels like he could fly.

He thumbs at Dream’s nipples, pink and perfect, swallowing the keening noise he elicits. He replaces his thumbs with his mouth, licking and sucking, as Dream takes in a shuddering gasp above him. His lovely Dream, still so sensitive, even after all this time.

“You're so beautiful,” he says brokenly, looking down at Dream moonwashed in their bed.

Dream bites his lip, somehow managing to look both coquettish and nervous. “They call my prophecy a gift from the gods,” he says. “But I think their true gift was bringing us together.”

Hob can’t help but agree.

“I know I have… asked the impossible of you,” Dream says, not quite meeting his eyes. “And now I must ask yet more, for once again I cannot embark on the path I have chosen without you.”

“Not impossible,” Hob murmurs, kissing Dream again and replacing the teeth at his lip with his own. “We made it, Dream. We’re here together. And I’m not going anywhere without you.”

Dream takes a deep breath, and smiles. Hob’s heart flips over in his chest. When was the last time he saw Dream smile?

“Very well, Hob Gadling,” he says, looking up at him from under his lashes. “Then prove it. Make me yours, and not the oracle. Make me… Make me come on your cock.”

He hesitates slightly over the unaccustomed filth, and Hob credits years of self-denial with the fact that he didn’t come on the spot, hearing those words in Dream’s voice.

“As you wish, my love,” he manages, strangled. To that end, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down Dream’s chest, tasting at his sternum, his navel.

“Hob,” Dream begins uncertainly, but Hob soothes him, running his thumbs over his hips, then lower, dragging a finger through his folds. Dream shivers.

“Already so wet,” Hob says in wonder. What a miracle, to have this gorgeous creature willing and wanting for him. “You’ll get what you want.” He kisses Dream’s upper thighs. “I’m going to get you ready first.” There had been no rule requiring Hob to keep chaste, but as the thought of lying with anyone other than Dream had been abhorrent, he has no particular experience with what Dream needs. However, given that Dream has never taken so much as a finger before, he can infer.

And there had been talk. There was always talk, whether the speakers had known Hob was in earshot or not. Defiling the oracle was the height of taboo and therefore a pervasive fantasy.

Well, Dream was his. And he would do everything in his power to care for him.

Dream nods, his eyes enormous, and that’s the last he sees of Dream’s face for some time as he licks between his legs.

Hob brings all of his well-earned skill to bear, everything that makes Dream sing out sweet sounds above him, and it’s so much like every other time, only everything is different. When Hob judges the time is right, he slowly, carefully, slips the tip of his tongue into Dream.

“Ah!” Dream’s exclamations increase in intensity, and he thinks they both need a moment. He raises his head, licking his lips of Dream’s sweet ambrosia. Dream is gripping Hob’s wrists for dear life and looks up hungrily, his pupils dilated.

“All right, love?” Hob makes himself ask. Dream is nodding before he finishes.

“More,” he demands, and who is Hob to deny him? He bends down, daring to press his tongue a little further. Their surroundings make it easy to remember that now his goal is to bring about what had once been forbidden. He exists in a sort of in-between place of what has always been his job — bringing Dream pleasure — and the constant anticipation as he crosses line after line in preparation to break, at last, his former vow.

Dream’s body responds to him just as it always has, and Hob can only pray that he can provide enough stimulus to get him completely out of his head. He wants Dream to have no regrets, only joy.

Finally, when he has worked his tongue as far into Dream as it will go, and his jaw is starting to ache, he regretfully withdraws, Dream’s fluids coating his chin. Dream is panting, staring at the ceiling, though he looks hoodedly at Hob as he registers the pause. He’s nowhere near climax, but the lines of his body are softer, and it heartens Hob to see. He kisses Dream deeply, and it isn’t until Dream’s shuddering moan that he realises Dream would never have had occasion to taste himself before.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Hob’s voice is rough, tuned low with lust. “Gods, you taste divine. Always have.”

“Hob,” Dream whispers. So far, despite it all, it’s nothing they couldn’t take back, if they had to. Hob intends to take them over that line, as promised, but he’s bringing Dream with him every step of the way.

“Still doing all right?” He feels compelled to check in, though Dream is showing no signs of distress. He strokes a hand through Dream’s wild hair. Dream leans into it, like gentling a spooked horse.

“I am… well,” Dream answers. Hob would have hoped to be doing better than that, but he accepts it for now.

“I have never told you,” and there is a spark of mischief in Dream’s eyes, “how much I enjoy your tongue.”

Hob, for his part, is struck speechless. Of course he hadn’t. Why would he? It was a job. But now he just wants to lay himself out in worship again.

He swallows hard and sticks to his plan. “I’m going to start with fingers now, okay love?”

Dream takes in a shaky breath and nods. Hob kisses him again in reassurance, waiting, he realises belatedly, for Dream to tell him to stop, to take it back. But he doesn’t, and Hob has promised. So he continues, bestowing another lick and earning another shiver, before he slowly, gently, slides a finger into Dream.

The way is easy and slick, but Dream still gasps at the intrusion, screwing his eyes shut and almost, almost pulls away, before he masters himself and relaxes. Hob doesn’t move his hand a single inch, he just waits, stroking Dream’s hair.

“Shh, darling, that’s it, you’re doing so well,” he murmurs. “Just relax. No rush, nothing you need to do. Take your time.”

Several deep breaths later, Dream opens his eyes. There are tears clinging to his lashes, devastatingly gorgeous. His hands occupied, Hob kisses them away.

“Hob, I…” Dream says at length, and though Hob waits, it seems Dream has no more words to say. He presses their foreheads together and they share breaths.

“I know,” Hob says. “It’s a lot. Do you want me to stop?”

The shake of Dream’s head is small, but immediate. “Do not,” he says for good measure, and Hob feels better. “I am just…”

Again, he fails to finish the sentence, but Hob understands.

“I have you,” he says. “And you’ll always have me, Dream. No matter what.”

“Hob.” Dream pulls him down into a kiss. At the same time, he twists his hips, taking Hob’s finger even deeper. Hob gives a startled moan.

“Please, Hob,” Dream prompts. Hob nods.

“Okay, love,” he says. “We’ll take it slow.”

Too concerned with Dream’s comfort, he hasn’t really taken the time to process that his finger is now inside Dream, but he does now, exploring with slow circles while Dream takes shaky, hitching breaths.

“You’re amazing,” Hob says, overwhelmed. “So soft and warm and perfect. How lucky am I that I get to be here, doing this?”

“Hob,” Dream whimpers, arching his back.

“That’s it, love.” Unable to resist the temptation of those pert pink buds, he has to get his mouth on them again, and Dream collapses to the bed, whining. Hob uses the distraction to inch a second finger into Dream.

It’s a tighter fit, and Dream’s breath hisses. Hob pulls back, rubbing tiny circles on Dream’s clit with his thumb. His fingers stay where they are.

“You’re doing great,” he says, as Dream writhes and pants. “You’re so tight, but that’s okay, love. We’ll get you nice and loose and open so you can take my cock.” Dream lets out a moan. “You want that, right?” Dream nods desperately. “Okay. We’ll get you there.”

“Hob,” Dream gasps out. “Hob, I’m afraid.”

Hob stills, but doesn’t stop, running his free hand up and down Dream’s side soothingly. “What are you afraid of, my heart?”

“I—” Dream’s cheeks, already flushed, blush a deeper red. “I’m afraid you’ll stop,” he admits, and Hob opens his mouth, but Dream rushes on. “I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.” His voice is smaller as he says it.

Hob can’t help but kiss him, and is reassured by the way Dream melts into it. “First,” he says, kissing the tip of Dream’s nose, “I promised you I wouldn’t stop, and I keep my promises. Don’t I?” Dream nods again. “That’s right. The only one who can stop me is you, my love.” To prove it, he swivels his fingers inside Dream, who arches again.

“And two,” here he kisses both of Dream’s rosy cheeks, “if you want to come, then come. That’s rather the point of this. You’ll still get my cock, if that’s what you want.” Hob’s wounds had never felt further away from him. “And if you don’t, that’s fine too.” He scissors his fingers a little, and Dream’s legs fall open. “There are no rules, here. Nothing you have to do, except enjoy it, and tell me when you don’t. Yeah?”

He rather thinks Dream won’t come early, given how long he’s spent denied, but doesn’t feel the need to say anything. Far better for Dream to understand that he’s free of any roles or obligations, for what might be the first time in his life.

It’s certainly no hardship to worship Dream’s body, the way he’s always wanted to. It feels like a blessing, like they’ve created a little piece of paradise in this bed, just the two of them. Hob is hard, of course, in his braies, desperately so, but it feels irrelevant, in the moment, to working Dream open enough to take three fingers, which he does with utmost patience, as Dream shudders beneath him on a great inhale.

“Hob,” Dream sighs, eyelids fluttering, sweat standing out on his brow. Hob thinks he’s never looked more beautiful. “No more.” Before Hob can pull back, ask for clarification, Dream fixes him with those stunning blue eyes. “Your cock. Please.”

Hob makes a strangled noise. His absolute imperative not to hurt Dream wars with how on Earth he’s supposed to say no to that.

“Okay, love,” he says, taking a deep breath, slipping his fingers out of Dream, who shivers at the loss. “Okay.” He casts about for the salve, figuring that something meant to heal certainly couldn’t hurt. It’s warm as he spreads it on his fingers, and he imagines it will feel good for Dream.

He slicks up his cock with shaking hands, head ringing like he’s taken a blow to the back of it at the thought of actually putting it inside Dream. Even the lightest touch makes him have to take several more breaths so he doesn’t ruin all his careful preparation. Dream is watching him, apprehension deep in his eyes.

“Hey, Dream, can you breathe for me?” he asks gently, leaning down to pet Dream’s hair with the hand not currently coated in salve. “It’s going to be okay. If you don’t like it, I can make you come without it, or we can stop here for now, if you want. I won’t let anyone make you the oracle again, no matter what. You know that, right?”

Dream, still flushed and glorious, takes a few unsteady breaths. “I do want it,” he says. “I just—” He huffs in frustration.

“Yeah. It’s scary, isn’t it?”

Dream shoots him a look like he thinks Hob’s patronising him. Hob grins. “Feel my hand shaking?” He holds it out for Dream’s inspection. Dream subsides, looking awed. “We’re in this together, my love,” he reminds Dream. “Whatever you want, I’ll find a way to make it happen.”

Before he finishes speaking, Dream leaps, pulling him in for a hungry, biting kiss.

“I love you, Hob Gadling,” he says fiercely, and Hob reels anew. They’ve never said the words, never needed to, Hob thought, until hearing them from Dream now. “I want to be yours. Will you fuck me?”

“Oh, my darling,” Hob says, hardly aware of what he’s saying. “I’m going to make love to you.”

Hob can’t resist kissing him once more before reaching for more salve, slicking himself again before tracing his fingers delicately through Dream’s folds.

Dream keens. “Hob,” is all he says, but in that word is a world of urgency.

“I’ve got you,” Hob whispers, his voice fled under the weight. “Ready now.”

He actually has to try a couple of times, because of how much his hands are shaking, and the amount of fluids between them, but it is a temporary awkwardness. Slowly, carefully, Hob pushes his way into Dream.

They both gasp, at the first breach of muscle. Dream freezes, his entire body tensing, and Hob caresses his hips as best he can while not moving from his spot.

“There we are, darling, it’s okay, see? Just breathe, and tell me when you’re ready. Breathe,” he prompts, and Dream’s chest kicks like a resurrection. “That’s it, love, that’s it, is this okay? Am I hurting you?”

Dream shakes his head, almost dislodging Hob from his position.

Relief suffuses Hob’s body. He’d done his job well enough, at least.

“It is… odd,” Dream muses. “Pressure.” He looks down, and then up again. “You are inside me, Hob.” In his voice is a kind of revelatory wonder, as though he has just now realized that this had always been the goal.

The grin splits Hob’s face wide, wide, and his absolute adoration for the creature beneath him only just surpasses his animal instinct to bury himself in warm, welcoming softness. “Yeah, I sure am,” he replies, though it hadn’t really been a question. “How do you feel about it?”

“I feel…” he shifts, experimentally, and their breath catches as the movement slips Hob further inside. “Oh… I feel so much.”

Hob can’t seem to stop shaking, barely holding back ecstatic tears. He has been inside Dream for all of a moment and his lifetime of carefully cultivated control is flying out the window. “Yeah?” he says, thickly. “Move? Tell me when.” He absolutely does not want to rush Dream but his reasons why are dwindling the longer he hovers on a knife’s edge between not pushing deeper and shaking so hard he’s afraid he’ll slip out and won’t be able to get himself back in.

Soft compassion sparks in Dream’s eyes, and he reaches out for Hob’s face. Hob obligingly contorts his spine to facilitate the connection. Nothing else matters as long as Dream is touching him.

“You can move, Hob,” he says, and Hob lets out a sob at being granted permission.

“Slowly,” Hob nods, as much for himself as for Dream. “Gonna go slow, gonna be so good to you, gonna worship you…” His muscles spasm with the effort of holding back as he presses cautiously forward. Dream gasps and arches, drawing him deeper, and then squeezes his eyes shut, his expression not wholly one of pleasure. Hob freezes immediately, cold washing over him.

“Love?” he questions, trying to wring words out of a brain which is rapidly dribbling out his ears.

“Doesn’t… hurt,” Dream manages, not sounding sure enough about it for Hob’s comfort. “It is… a stretch.” He looks down. “Will it really… all fit inside me?”

Hob has never worried overmuch about the size of his cock but he wishes he were smaller now.

“I think so,” Hob says, as gently as he can. “And if not, that’s okay too, yeah?” The fever of arousal in his blood is as nothing to his horror at the thought of making it fit, like Dream’s body and pleasure didn’t matter. He may be making it up as he goes along, but it’s still Dream, and he’s here, allowed to be inside him, allowed to make him come. He thinks they’ll be able to figure it out.

Dream is so tight around him it’s nearly painful, in a way he can’t separate from how good it feels. Moving as little as possible, he presses his thumb to Dream’s clit, rubbing soothing circles. Dream sighs out a moan, relaxing slightly, and Hob glows with pride.

Inch by inch, with lots of caresses and kisses and gentle stimulation, Hob makes space for himself inside Dream. Dream pants, and keens, and bites his lip, and is generally the most devastatingly sexy he’s ever been, because he’s doing it for himself. Because he wants. Hob feels carved out, too, like his heart has expanded to fill his whole body, leaving no extra space.

He’s lapping at Dream’s nipples, where he’d been indulging himself ever since he’d been able to reach them, while Dream grips his hair and holds him there, luxuriating in his pleasure, when Hob suddenly finds he has nowhere left to go. He looks up, stunned, his cock wrapped in the vise grip of Dream’s body.

“That’s it,” he says, breathless. “You did it, love. It’s all in.”

Dream gasps, and clutches Hob closer. “Really?”

“Really.” Hob pushes the sweaty fringe back from Dream’s face, suffused with tenderness. “Doing so well, love. So proud of you.”

“You… always say that.” Dream sounds wrecked, blissed-out and hazy; Hob takes a moment to pat himself on the back.

“Always think it,” he says, nuzzling into Dream’s collarbones. “Can’t stop myself saying things.” This is evidenced, Hob thinks, by the fact that he is still capable of forming words, even while losing his entire mind from arousal, buried inside Dream.

“Will you, still?” Dream asks, his voice smaller. “When I’m not…?”

Hob is in no way eloquent enough to answer the way he ought; he nods, emphatically, against Dream’s chest. “Always. Every day. Best person in the world,” he says thickly. “Can’t wait.”

“Oh.” Dream takes a moment to consider this. Then, “Hob, I think I would like to come now,” he says, in a slightly strained tone.

Hob huffs a laugh. “I’ll do my best, sweeting.”

He makes tiny motions with his hips, but it’s difficult, actually, with Dream so tight. This time, though, Dream is enthusiastic in his reciprocation, pushing back against him with punched out noises, and before Hob knows it — he may have blacked out a little — he’s sliding in and out of Dream. Not fully, but enough that the bed is creaking a little as a counterpoint to their pants and moans.

“Hob,” Dream whines, head thrashing on the pillow. “Hob, please.”

“Oh, love,” Hob says, his blood on fire, “What d’you need?”

“Please,” Dream begs again, and it’s clear that both of them are beyond words. Hob, who by this point has managed to regain a single clue, goes for Dream’s clit again, giving himself over to well-practiced motions while trying to maintain a rhythm. Dream’s mouth falls open, and he lets out a low, continuous wail that Hob can hardly hear over the rushing of his heart.

“Oh, ohh— oh… no!” The discordant note of Dream’s despair snaps Hob out of his frenzy as Dream’s eyes roll back in his head, his mouth moving, making words not his own. “Wind from the east—”

Hob swoops in to kiss him before he realizes what he’s done, capturing his lips with his own, silencing the meaningless syllables. Dream’s eyes are wide and blank, and Hob keeps kissing him, willing him to come back, until Dream sobs against his mouth. Hob can taste the salt of tears. Everything stops.

“Oh, lovey.” Hob strokes Dream’s hair, holding him through the tears. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Just breathe. I’m here. Take your time.”

“It was right there!” Dream exclaims, thumping a fist against the sheets. “I was so close, and then I wasn’t, and then…” He looks up apprehensively. “What did I say?”

“It’s not important,” Hob says, as Dream just stares at him. “I mean it, love. You’re not the oracle any more, it doesn’t matter. I care so much less about any potential prophecy than I care about you.”

Dream’s mouth is an ‘o’ of astonishment. He blinks, several times, as his breath slowly returns to normal. It isn’t until then that Hob notices that he’s still inside Dream, his arousal, once so overbearing, suddenly insignificant.

“D’you want to stop?” he asks, as gently as he can. Dream jolts, likely under the same realization as Hob.

“I…” He visibly considers, chewing his lip. His eyes flick up to Hob. “But you—”

“Fuck that.” Hob has to nip this in the bud. “Don’t you dare worry about me. I’ve been perfectly fine with my hand up to now, and I will be again, because nothing on earth will make me want to keep going if you don’t.”

There is a longer pause. Finally, Dream meets his eyes. “I want,” he says. “To continue. To try again. But—” He spreads his hands, helplessly.

“I told you,” Hob says, returning his hands to Dream’s hair. “We have all the time in the world. I don’t care how long it takes. We’ll try again, and if it doesn’t happen tonight, it doesn’t happen. Not the end of the world, dove. We’ll just try again tomorrow.”

Dream gives him a tremulous smile. Hob begins, with equal parts regret and relief, to ease out. Dream makes a little forlorn noise.

“Just for a minute, darling,” Hob reassures him, kissing his cheek. “I’m coming back, I promise.” He hisses as the cooler air of the room hits his (still quite hard) cock, and Dream shivers, left empty.

Hob pours a cup of water from the jug and makes Dream drink it, and then heaves himself to his feet, groaning as the pain of his injuries return with a vengeance, to see to the fire. Once it’s crackling merrily, he returns to the bed, walking carefully, though it’s all worth it to see the assessing look Dream gives the erection jutting proudly from between Hob’s legs. He licks his lips and Hob thinks he might actually go mad before the night is over. Worth it, if so.

“Was that really inside me?” Dream asks, only looking away when Hob eases himself back onto the bed.

“Yeah,” Hob nods, trying to stretch out the kinks in his muscles. “Should be a bit easier this time, if you still want.”

Dream nods before he is finished speaking. “I want,” he says.

Hob feels a rush of heat that has nothing to do with the fire, basking in Dream’s undisguised lust for him as he sips his own water. He’d known, of course, that Dream found him attractive, but it had been a background thing. Irrelevant. Why torture themselves by expressing it?

There had been a lot like that, Hob is now realizing. Incredible, what you can get used to.

But here, now, they’re free to act and react however they wish, and Hob doesn’t intend to keep Dream waiting any longer. Dream’s eyes are still red-rimmed as Hob gently pushes him back against the pillows.

“Let me know if you’re sore,” he says. Dream gives him a once-over lingering on his injured side, then arches an eyebrow, his meaning obvious. Hob splutters.

“Shut up,” he says. “That’s different.” He kisses Dream before he can voice a protest.

Dream whines as he pulls away, testing Dream's folds gently. “Hob. I don’t know if I can…”

“Shh, love,” Hob says, understanding immediately. “I don’t need to work you up any more. Just promise me you’ll try to relax.” He grabs the salve again — now much depleted — and then it’s time.

He pushes his way into Dream with far less resistance than last time, Dream yielding with an arch and a gasp.

This, Hob thinks, this is worth all of the anguish, as he inches in until he’s fully seated, moaning in harmony with Dream. To be here, now, Dream laid out loose and languid beneath him, nothing expected of him but pleasure.

“That’s it, love,” he coos. “You’re perfect. So fucking beautiful and mine.” His to protect, his to love and cherish. Dream makes a noise he’s never heard before, clutching at his hips.

“Hob, please. Move.” So Hob does. “Ah, ah—”

The sounds of Dream’s pleasure are like wine, and Hob wants to drink them from his mouth.

“Yeah? This good for you, sweetheart?” Dream’s chorus of encouragement makes the question slightly irrelevant. Hob keeps at it; slow, rolling thrusts, and a quiet stream of praise. “I have you. Nothing you have to do. Just give into it. Relax, and feel good. There’s no one here. No one but us.” He breaks off with a whimper. “Gods, you feel so good.”

“Hob. Haah—”

“So fucking good, fuck, Dream, I love you, I love you, I love you—”

Dream gasps, drawing him closer like a particularly determined octopus, and Hob goes willingly. The slick velvet catch and slide of Dream’s body is incomparable to anything he’s ever felt. If he weren’t hard enough to pound nails, he’d stay here forever if he could, to always feel as connected to Dream as he feels in this moment.

He grits his teeth, trying hard to grip the razor’s edge of his composure as Dream meets him thrust for thrust, his hair a riotous shadow against the roughspun sheets.

“Ho-ob!” Dream wails, his belly twitching, and Hob, conditioned to a lifetime of quick responses to this exact moment, does the first thing he can think of, which is to press his hand flat against Dream’s belly to feel it for himself.

Dream jerks like he’s been struck by lightning, every muscle in his body seizing, eyes shooting wide, mouth open in a silent scream. The insistent fluttering of his walls around him turns out to be too much for Hob’s tenuous control and he spills over inside Dream, panting like a racehorse and feeling like he’s been run over by one.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Dream…” There’s so much of it, on and on, and through it all Dream’s hips make little involuntary motions, taking Hob for all he’s worth until he’s convinced he’ll die of it — but what a way to go. His head hangs down between his shoulders as he shudders through it, holding Dream as close as he can while Dream makes tiny cries in time with the twitch of his hips.

Finally, Hob can take no more of it and gently, gently pulls out, a process complicated by Dream’s body clinging to him for dear life. When Hob does manage to slip free, accompanied by a messy rush between their bodies, Dream keens as though bereft and tries to curl in on himself. Hob barely has the presence of mind to keep from collapsing directly on top of him, drawing him into the lee of his arms with clumsy motions.

“Shh, love,” he whispers. “Shh, it’s all right. You��re fine, I’m here. I’m here. I love you.”

He holds Dream close while they both shake with the force of their heaving breaths, running soothing hands over every inch he can reach.

There are silent tears on Dream’s cheeks. His heart seizes, and he fights through the languor to be able to form words.

“Gods, please tell me I didn’t hurt you…”

Dream squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head, tears scattering like diamonds. Hob crosses the impossible distance to cup Dream’s face in his hand.

“Words, darling, please,” he begs.

Dream reaches for his hand, grasping it after several tries and twining their fingers together.

“I am well, Hob,” he says, voice serene. The tears are still streaming down his face. “I am no longer the oracle. I am… free.” He says it with such wonder that Hob is nearly moved to tears himself.

“Yeah,” he chokes out. “Yeah, you are.” They both are. Hob is free to love Dream as fiercely as he’s always wanted to, and he will never take it for granted.

“During that last moment,” Dream continues, “just before I lost my powers. I saw…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Hob says firmly. “I told you. You’re not the oracle any more. Let it be forgotten.”

“Not this,” Dream insists. “I saw us, Hob.” His voice is hushed. “Sitting outside a house — our house. Together.”

Hob loses his breath as he imagines it. It’s everything he’d ever wanted for Dream, for himself. Everything he’d thought they could never have.

“The sun was setting over seaside cliffs. There was a garden.” Tears are still flowing unchecked down Dream’s cheeks, but Dream sounds as content as Hob has ever heard him. “And in my arms…” He takes Hob’s hand and draws it to rest over his abdomen.

Hob might never breathe again.

“A baby, with… with my hair,” Dream forces out through renewed tears, “and your eyes.”

Hob can’t think of a single thing to say. He scoops Dream up, rolling them until Dream is nestled on his chest. Dream squeaks at the unaccustomed position.

“Really?” It’s official; his happiness could not be more complete. “Dream, you absolute marvel. You’re perfect, I adore you—” He plants kisses on every inch of Dream he can reach. “Wait.” He pauses as the thought occurs to him. “Are you… saying we made a baby? Just now?”

Dream in his arms is loose and relaxed, flushed and happy, and Hob would give everything to ensure he looks like this always.

“I do not know,” Dream answers. “We shall have to wait and see. Or—” A smirk Hob would not have thought him capable of crosses his face. “We could keep trying, until we know for sure.”

Hob finds himself laughing harder than he can remember in a long time. “We might just have to,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “Wouldn’t do to have your final prophecy not come true, eh?”

Dream just smiles, and nuzzles into his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, Dream,” Hob replies, already a reflex. He can’t wait to say it every chance he gets.

Well and truly tapped out on adrenaline now, Hob can barely keep his eyes open long enough to make an attempt at cleaning them up, before cradling the most precious thing in the world to his chest. He sleeps.

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