#oh wait not he WANTS to be a perfect gentleman but then he’s nervous and clumsy and it’s so frustrating

[cosmicdahlias]

A Night on The Stan O’ War II

a stan and ford x reader fic

MINORS DNI

You work at a bar in a seaside town. Two attractive older men walk in and they invite you back to their boat for a night of debauchery.

warnings: threesome, oral, huge age gap (reader is in their 20’s), slapping

this is my first threesome fic. i don’t write about stan nearly as much as i do ford, but i would KILL to be eiffel towered by them. 😩 also i feel like them bickering while fucking you is incredibly in character for both of them.

You were waiting tables at the bar in the small port town you resided in. It was nothing to write home about, but it payed the bills. You were in the process of wiping down tables when two older men walked in. You could tell immediately from how alike they were that they were brothers, maybe even twins. You’d always had a thing for older men and you found both of them to be incredibly handsome. You approached their table.

“Hey there, my name’s y/n. What can I get for you two gentlemen?”

“I’ll take a whiskey, toots.” One of the men said in a gruff voice, he was very clearly eyeing you up.

“A bourbon for me, please.” The other tried to be more discreet, but he was definitely looking at you with the same lust as his brother.

As the night went on you started to find excuses to come to their table and it was obvious they didn’t mind one bit. You brought out another round of drinks, noticing when one of them went to grab his drink that he had six fingers. You shamelessly wondered what those six fingers could do, when the rougher of the two spoke.

“Hey, so uhh, we were thinkin’, we’ve seen you looking at us all night and we thought maybe you’d like to come back with one of us.”

Your heart skipped a beat, holy fuck yes. You were debating on who to choose when the perfect idea dawned on you.

“What if I want both of you?”

They exchanged glances with each other before the scholarly looking one answered.

“Only if you think you can handle it, sweetheart.”

You smirked. “Oh I’m more than capable. I get off at 12.”

The gruff one cocked a devilish smile. “Trust me, toots, it won’t be the only time you get off tonight. I’m Stan, the nerd over there is Ford, my brother.”

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The brothers waited outside for you to finish your shift. You locked the door behind you.

“Okay, so where’s your guys’ place?” You asked.

“We have a boat moored nearby.” Ford answered.

You walked the short distance to the docks, arriving a decently sized boat, the name “Stan O’ War II” inscribed on the hull. They helped you onto the boat and led you down to the cabin below deck, you sat yourself on one of the beds. You were a little nervous, you’d never had a threesome before.

“So… how do we want to start thi-“

Stan interrupted you with a kiss rougher than his voice, you fell back on the bed with him on top of you, his hands immediately grabbing at your breasts.

Ford rolled his eyes. “Way to be a gentleman, Stanley.”

“Come on, you expect me to just stand there when they look like that? With that skirt and those tits? Now are you gonna watch or are you gonna get in on this?” Stan said between kisses.

“I was getting to that, move over.”

Stan sat you up and shifted to your left, his lips never leaving you. Ford traced circles on your inner thighs, you shuddered at the sensation.

“So what’s someone as pretty and young as you doing wanting to have sex with two old men?” Ford inquired.

“What can I say? I have an affinity for salt and pepper hair. I find men get better with age, more experience.” You said, momentarily breaking away from Stan to grab Ford by the sweater and pull him into a kiss.

Stan laughed. “Heh, that might be true for me, sugar, but you would NOT believe what poindexter over here has been up to for the past 30 years. And I’ll tell you there definitely wasn’t any hot young tail to go around.”

Ford gave an audible groan of annoyance and started to take off your clothes. He pulled your top over your head and unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your arms.

He took a shuddering breath. “My stars, your breasts are gorgeous.”

“Tell me about it.” Stan said, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and biting it, his stubble tickling your breast.

Ford returned his attention to getting your clothes off of you. He pulled off your skirt and followed with your panties, sliding them down your legs, he gave a small gasp at your wetness.

“Good god sweetheart, you’re so wet. You really wanted us, didn’t you?”

Stan smirked against your breast. “Of course they do! You think they’d be able to resist the charms of us two silver foxes?”

You nodded. “When you guys walked into the bar tonight I secretly hoped you’d be into something like this.”

“We seriously didn’t think you’d reciprocate. It was a complete shot in the dark, but look at you, so eager for the both of us.” Ford said as he sank to his knees in front of you.

“Hey, you might’ve thought that, but I knew I’d have them swooning within the hour. No one can resist Stan the man.” He said, flexing his arms.

Ford rolled his eyes and lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders. He circled your clit with his thumb for a moment before replacing it with his mouth and tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair as Stan returned his lips to yours, tongue darting down your throat, hands caressing your breasts.

Ford lapped at your clit, taking in your taste and scent.

“God, you taste so good.” He said, moaning against you.

Stan laughed. “Damn, sixer. I didn’t know you enjoyed eating pussy this much.”

Ford scoffed. “I happen to find eliciting an orgasm from another person to be incredibly rewarding, their pleasure is mine.”

“Good god, you’re so pussy whipped.”

“I’m trying to concentrate here, Stanley.”

You felt your orgasm build, you tightened your grip on Ford’s hair.

“Good girl, that’s it, you’re almost there.” Ford cooed.

You panted, the sensation of being eaten out by Ford and felt up by Stan was overwhelming. You bucked your hips somewhat involuntarily against Ford’s tongue.

You reeled your head back cumming all over Ford’s mouth. He didn’t stop, slipping two fingers inside you and curling them at your g-spot, he wanted to make you cum again. It didn’t take long to coax it out of you, you gripped his hair so hard you almost ripped out a few strands, cumming on his face for a second time.

You fell back on the bed, you were practically floating. You panted breathlessly, attempting to steady yourself. Ford stood up, leaned over and kissed you, you could taste yourself on him. You sat up and looked at both of them, cracking a smirk.

“Both of you, strip for me.” You said in your best sultry voice.

“Of course, princess.” Ford said.

Stan grinned. “Get ready for the show, sweet cheeks.”

They began removing their clothes. Stan gave you the full stripper experience, running his hands seductively over his body. You wondered to yourself if he’d ever done this before, it sure seemed like he had.

You watched them hungrily as they revealed their figures. Stan was paunchy and soft whereas Ford was more built with a slight muscle definition, yet both of them were incredibly hot to you. You stared at them and couldn’t help but notice the multiple scars that littered Ford’s body. You had no idea what kind of hell he must’ve been through, but it had clearly been a lot.

As they pulled off their boxers you took in the absolutely glorious sight. They were both incredibly hung, over 8 inches. Their cocks were nearly identical, but Stan’s had significantly more girth. Stan caught you obviously staring.

“Like what ya see, angel?” Big, isn’t it?” He said, giving himself a few strokes.

“Bragging is unbecoming of a gentleman, Stanley.” Ford chastised.

“Hey, I know what I got, so I’m gonna flaunt it. Now, on all fours, toots.” Stan commanded, getting on the bed.

He came up behind you and angled his cock against you and unceremoniously shoved himself inside you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on your waist. He was so thick it felt like you were being ripped in half, you cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Oh shit, you alright?” Stan asked.

“Yeah I’m okay, it just hurts so good.”

He cocked a smile. “Damn, you like it rough don’t you?”

Ford got on his knees in front of you, tilting your chin up and stroking your lips with his thumb.

“Your lips are so soft, sweetheart.”

He slowly slid his cock in your mouth and began gingerly fucking your mouth, trying very hard to not make you choke.

“You ever done anything like this before, sugar? Gotten fucked by two men at the same time?” Stan said as he started pumping himself inside you.

You shook your head with Ford’s cock in your mouth.

“No? What do you think, huh? You like getting fucked by men old enough to be your dad?” Stan asked.

You nodded.

He grabbed your ass. “Good girl, so fucking dirty.”

Ford ran his fingers through your hair. “That’s right, you’re such a good girl, taking the both of us at the same time.”

Stan thrusted aggressively, each one forcing his brother’s cock deeper down your throat, you gagged around him.

“Easy, Stanley, you’ll make them choke.” Ford warned.

“Sorry, can’t help it, they feel too good. So- nngh- fucking tight.” Stan grunted.

You started to move your hips back against him.

“Yeah, that’s right, good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” Stan groaned.

He gave an incredibly hard slap to your ass, you yelped with Ford still in your mouth, a welt began to form.

“Hey, watch it! You don’t know if they like that sort of thing.” Ford scolded.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh come off it, sixer. They can speak for themself.”

You pulled yourself off of Ford’s cock just long enough to give a response before taking him back in your mouth.

“It’s okay, I love it.”

“See? They ‘love it’.” Stan said with a smirk.

“Consent is still important, Stanley.” Ford huffed.

Stan picked up his pace, god he loved this, using you like his own personal fucktoy.

“Jesus, that tight little pussy is gonna make me cum.” Stan groaned.

He gripped your hips and got a few good thrusts in before pulling out and cumming all over your back with a loud moan. Ford pulled himself out of your mouth, he leaned over and whispered in your ear while stroking your cheek.

“You did so well for us, sweetheart.”

Your legs shook, exhausted from being on your hands and knees for so long. You collapsed on your stomach.

Stan breathed raggedly trying to collect himself, then got off the bed and started putting his boxers back on.

“Alright, I’m gonna go out for a smoke, I’ll leave you two crazy kids alone. Have fun.” Stan said with a wink.

He started to head out, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Geez, you got me schvitzing here, toots.” He closed the cabin door behind him.

Ford turned his attention back to you. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

He got up and retrieved a towel and began wiping his brother’s cum off of your back.

“There we go.” He said softly.

He picked you up and laid you down with your head on the pillow and got on top of you. He tilted your chin up and kissed you deeply.

“I know you enjoyed being ravaged by Stanley, but now it’s my turn and I want to make love to you. Is that okay with you, princess?”

You nodded fervently.

“Good girl. I know my cock isn’t as thick as his, but still if it hurts I want you to bite down on my shoulder. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He blushed. “Daddy? How come didn’t call Stanley that?”

“You have stronger daddy vibes.”

He chuckled. “I’m very flattered, princess.”

He slowly started to insert himself making sure to give you time to adjust while kissing you, you moaned into his mouth.

He reached the hilt of his shaft. “Does that feel good? I’m not hurting you am I?”

You shook your head. “You feel so good, daddy.”

He chuckled. “Keep calling me that and I won’t be able to last very long.”

He began moving his hips, finding a steady, gentle rhythm.

“God, now I see what Stanley was talking about, you feel incredible. So warm and tight.”

He and Stan might’ve been twins, but the ways they fucked you were as different as night and day. Where Stan was rough and fast, Ford was so much more slow and passionate.

“From the moment I saw you I knew I would have to have you. The way your thighs looked in that skirt and the way your breasts bounced as you walked, god you looked so tantalizing. When you would bend over the table to serve us our drinks it got me so hard immediately. If you hadn’t come back with us I would’ve had to spend the rest of my night stroking my cock while picturing you.”

“I’m not gonna lie, Ford, I was bending over on purpose. I knew what I was doing. Knowing I was turning on two older gentlemen was so hot. I had to steal myself away to the bathroom and touch myself because of how worked up I got with you looking at me like that. You and your brother were practically fucking me with your eyes.”

“We wanted you so bad, it was all we could talk about.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair again. He buried his nose into the dip of your collarbone. You moved yourself back against him, drawing out a moan.

“I’m so close, baby girl. Can I cum in you?” He panted.

“Please, daddy.” You begged.

Your words made him throb. “Good girl.”

He slightly increased his pace, still making sure to be gentle. He came deep inside you, coating your walls in a thick layer of cum.

“Stars, you are… amazing.” He said, completely breathless.

You kissed him as he pulled out, lying next to you. You nuzzled into Ford’s chest, he stroked your back, the gentle waves of the ocean rocking the boat.

“You know, we’re going to be here for a full week. If you want, we could do this every night. How does that sound, princess?”

“Like a dream, handsome.”

He kissed you. “Good, I’m very happy to hear that.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment or two before you broke it.

“Can I ask you a question, Ford?”

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“What happened to you? You have so many scars.”

He gave a small smile. “It’s… a long story, but let’s just say I went through quite the adventure in the last 30 years.”

A few minutes later Stan walked through the door. “Got room for one more?”

You smiled. “The more the merrier.”

Stan climbed into the bed, spooning you.

He chuckled to himself. “See, sixer? I told you we’d find babes.”

[ghostofhyuck]

His Car isn't Yours

He’s Mark Lee. He’s smart, handsome, a gentleman — everyone’s ideal boyfriend. He’s everything. Oh my god, girls would die to be in your spot. And yet, you felt uneasy as he took you on a date. 

Oh right. You remember. Mark Lee is not him. 

Word count: 2.5k 

Tags: Fluff, angst. Mentions of NCT Dream Members. Mentions of sexual innuendo (just a few!)

Song Inspiration: His Car isn’t Yours by Wendy

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“How about this?” you asked over the video call. It’s almost seven in the evening and you’re still in your bathrobe, raiding your closet while showing it to your best friend. You couldn’t help it. You’re sweating and nervous. 

“Did he mention where he’ll take you?” your best friend Donghyuck said over the phone. 

“It’s a surprise he said, he just said dress pretty — what does he mean by that!?” 

You heard Donghyuck’s hum for a minute. “Okay, ditch the pants and wear a nice dress and sandals.” 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver Hyuck,” you said to him before proceeding to find the baby blue summer dress that you rarely wear. It was adorned with white flowers, the skirt being just above your knee and hugging your figure perfectly. 

“Well of course! I couldn’t believe it!” Donghyuck squeals, you can see him jumping in his bed excitingly. “You’re going on a date with Mark, everyone wants him, you know that?”

Your smile faded when you heard your best friend’s comment. As the dress fit onto yours, you couldn’t help but to stare at the mirror. Suddenly, this idea was bad. 

“Yn, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” Donghyuck asked. 

“What?” you only laughed, trying to brush off Donghyuck’s words. “No, of course not! You’re crazy.” 

“Great, because this is the perfect opportunity for you to get over that jerk.”

Right. Donghyuck’s right. It’s time for you to get over him. It’s been a few months since you two broke up. It was a disaster and you remember crying in your best friend’s arms for a few hours until you passed out because you were too dehydrated. Donghyuck cursed him and you swore that that night Donghyuck swore all the curses that he could think of because of your ex-boyfriend.

It took you a while to pick up yourselves. Slumping yourself on your academics and studies just to get over him. But no matter how much you tried, there were nights that you cried and wondered, what went wrong with the two of you? You never attempted to move on from him. You’re still holding onto that small hope that maybe. Maybe. He’ll show up in your footsteps and ask for another chance. 

But he didn’t and instead, Mark Lee somehow waited for you outside the hallways of your building, asking you if you two can go out for some coffee. Schemingly, Donghyuck agreed on your behalf, convincing you that you should just try it. 

It was the first time you smiled in months. Mark was nice. He was easy to converse with, and he’s also good-looking to start with. You two enjoyed the cup of coffee, and it ended up with you asking what was his intention. 

“I thought I was being obvious,” he laughs. A shy smile formed on his lips. “I’ve liked you ever since yn.” 

You remember being caught off-guard with his sudden confession, you don’t know why but you feel your cheeks heating up because of it. Maybe, you were flustered by his sudden confession. You watch as Mark shyly looks away, and you don’t know why but a part of you wants to know where this will end. 

That’s where you are right now. Wearing your baby blue dress, doing some finishing touches on your makeup while you’re waiting for Mark to pick you up. You agreed to have a date with him, and for once, you wanted to not mop around because of your ex-boyfriend. 

“Oh wow, you look gorgeous,” Donghyuck compliments. “Hope you get dicked tonight.”

You laughed as you sprayed your perfume on you, “I’m not planning to.”

“That’s sad of you boo,” Donghyuck sticks out his tongue and as you put on your shoes, you hear Mark’s car parking in front of your place. 

“Fuck, okay I got to go,” you said, grabbing your phone to say goodbye to your friend. 

“Goodluck on your date! Tell me the deets tomorrow!” your best friend said one last time before hanging up. You only smile as you grab some few things and place them in your bag. As you went out of your place, you saw Mark leaning against his car, scrolling through his phone. 

You stop midway, remembering that it was Mark who’s picking you up, and not him. It’s Mark, who’s hair is dyed blonde, leaning against his Honda Civic which is a different model that your ex-boyfriend drives. 

You watch as Mark glances at you and does a double take, he puts his phone on his jean’s pocket as he approaches you with a smile. 

“Wow,” he breathes. “You look so beautiful.”

Right. You remembered. That tonight isn’t about him, it’s about you and Mark and the hopes that you may find someone better than your ex.

“Thank you,” you only said. “You look handsome too.” 

Mark lets out a chuckle, “should we get going?”

You only nod as Mark guides you towards his car, opening the car door for you which makes your heart flutter. The seat was comfortable and the interiors of the car looked interesting. Your eyes scanned the inside and noticed how it’s polished clean. Even the smell is nice and not those heavy air purifiers that pierces through your nostrils. 

Mark enters the car, and his hands trail towards the seat belt, placing yours first before his. 

“I’ll just put the music on shuffle, but if you want, you can connect your phone if you want to play any songs that you want,” he said, pressing play on the car’s stereo. 

“I love this song!” you said, humming along the song. 

Mark only smiles as he watches you dance lightly to the song, he revved the engine and started driving. He taps on the steering wheel as you continue to sing. He finds you cute, enticed by the lyrics of the song and even attempting to hit the high note. 

“Oh by the way, where are we going?” you asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he teased. 

“Any hint at least?” 

Mark hums for a moment, “it's outskirts of the town.”

You became quiet, wondering what he means by outskirts. It’s either on the hills where the grassfield is clean and a perfect place for a picnic. Donghyuck gossips to you that it's supposedly a perfect hideaway for hookups and sex. 

You glanced at Mark for a second and your heart started beating. There’s no way he’s going to bring you there. It’s too early! But a part of you thinks that Mark isn’t that type of guy who wants you for sex, so maybe it’ll be a wholesome picnic. 

Hopefully. 

But as your mind starts to panic, he turns left which is the complete opposite towards the side, your eyes widen. You know where this is going. 

“We’re here!” he said, parking his car in front of the restaurant. As you step outside, you can feel the wind gently sweeping your skirt. You glanced at the sign. It was neon green, blinking due to its weariness. It’s been years since you went here and a sense of nostalgia hit on you. 

“I can’t believe you brought me here,” you said with an amused tone. “I loved this place when I was a kid! I hope they still have their karaoke here.”

“I’m sure it’s still here,” Mark said. “Should we get inside?”

The interiors are still the same as when you were kids. The smell and the vibe, it’s all there! You see the karaoke on the diner’s corner and you can see that it’s still working, just waiting for a patron to drop a coin and pick a song number. 

You and Mark chose the seat on the corner of the restaurant. It has a couch instead of the usual chairs, that’s why it’s more comfortable for both of you. The restaurant wasn’t that crowded with people, but it was still bustling with noises. 

After the waitress wrote down your orders, your eyes couldn’t stop scanning the place. It is a memorable place for you. Your parents always bring you there on your birthdays or whenever you get good grades. You weren’t able to return to the restaurant ever since your parents moved to another country for work. You long forgotten about the restaurant too, that’s why it was a surprise that Mark brought you there. 

“How did you know about this place?” you asked. 

“This has been a popular restaurant ever since I was kid,” Mark explained. “I was craving their chicken and fries that’s why I brought you here.”

You laughed at his explanation but you saw his genuine side about it, “thanks. It’s been a long time since I went here.” 

Mark only smiles. “Well, I’m happy that you loved it.”

As your order arrived, you and Mark downed on the food while at the same time continued your conversation. You two recalled the memories you two had when you were kids. Even listing down the songs you used to sing at the karaoke. Mark was convinced that at some point, when you two were kids, you two met at the restaurant. 

Halfway through the slice of strawberry shortcake that you two ordered. You decided to be bold, standing up and approaching the karaoke. 

“Are you going to sing dear? The songbook is on the side,” the waitress said with a bright smile. 

You gave her a smile, “I hope my favourite song is still here.”

As you pressed the number, you were surprised that Madonna’s Crazy for You is still listed. You placed down the coin and the familiar tune began to fill the air. Applause from the customer began as you sang the lyrics.

You swayed along the song. You watch as the customers stood up and danced along with you. You turned around and saw Mark, smiling at you and even mouthing “wow” making you smirk as you winked at him. You continued to sing, feeling the rhythm, and then a bright idea popped into your mind. 

Slowly, you approached Mark, who at first was embarrassed, but after much convincing from the crowd, he stood up and danced along with you, earning cheers from everyone. As the song ends, you let out a small bow and were about to return to your seat when Mark pulled you. 

“Hey, sing with me on this one?” Mark said. You watch as he pressed some number and as soon as he dropped the coin, your heart shrunk.

You know this song. You know damn well this song. Because this is your song with him. The upbeat song of Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now filled the room and you watched as Mark sang the first line. Fuck. He used to sing it with you, because he likes the song so much.

It quickly grasped into your mind that it was Mark who’s you’re singing with, you plastered a smile as you sang along the lyrics. In the eyes of the crowd, you two look like a couple. Two teenagers in love and having the best moment of their life, especially when Mark grabs your hand and twirls you before singing the bridge of the song. 

You managed to finish the song, and the crowd cheered, even shouting “Kiss!” from them. Mark tried to brush it off, and you only let out a bitter chuckle because of the awkward situation. 

After that whole singing session, you and Mark have called it a night. You were in a daze as you two exited the restaurant. You only snapped out of it when Mark held your hand and intertwined his fingers around it. 

“Did I startle you? Sorry,” he was about to let go when you squeezed it lightly.

“No, it’s okay, my energy was just low because of the karaoke,” you explained, smiling at him.

“I had fun,” Mark said with a sincere tone. “I’m really glad that we went there.”

“Well, thank your chicken cravings then,” you teased, making him laugh. 

As you two drive to your place. You two fell into a peaceful silence. You only watched as you passed by around the town. You couldn’t help but to lean on to the car window. 

Tonight was fun. Being with Mark was fun. But as you sit there in silence your heart couldn’t help but to yearn for him. It’s hard. You wanted to cry and to let out all of your emotions. You wanted to blame him, because right now, he’s occupying your mind when it should be Mark who’s sitting next to you. 

And as soon as Mark parks his car in front of your place, you couldn’t help but to stare at your apartment. 

“You okay?” Mark asked. 

That made you glance at him, “me? Of course, why?”

“You seem to be in very deep thoughts earlier,” Mark explained. “Wouldn’t mind telling me what it is?”

Mark is sweet. He was a gentleman, not to mention, a really popular guy in your university. Everyone wants him. Girls are lining up for him and would die to be in your place. And yet, you couldn’t find yourself lucky that he likes you. 

Because Mark is not him. No matter how nice, sweet, and good-looking Mark Lee is. He is not the one you love. And you hoped that this night may change it, but no. He’s still occupying your heart. 

“Listen Mark,” you breathe out. “You're sweet and caring, I had fun tonight but…” 

You don’t know what to say. You don’t want to hurt him, you couldn’t bear to hurt Mark after you two just went out. It felt like a jerk move to do so. 

But a part of you wants to be frank with him too. 

“I just, I don’t think I’m not ready to be in a relationship,” you confessed. “If ever we’ll be together, I wanted to make sure that I can give myself to you but right now —”

“You haven’t moved on from Jeno, haven’t you?”

There it is. Mark mentioned his name and you can feel your heart beating nonstop. God, your ex-boyfriend had you wrapped around his fingers

“I’m sorry,” it was the only thing that you could say. 

“No, it’s okay yn,” Mark chuckles. “It’s my fault too, I pursued you too early.” 

“No, oh my god. It’s just —-” 

“It’s fine yn no worries,” Mark gives you a smile, making you feel more guilty. “But that doesn’t stop me from pursuing you, you know that? I’ll be waiting until you’re ready.” 

You could only let out a small smile, but in a split second you leaned onto him to give him a quick kiss on his cheeks. “Thank you Mark, I enjoyed our date tonight.” 

“I’m glad you did.”

You bid goodnight to Mark. you gave him a smile one last time before going inside your apartment, as soon as you close the door, you couldn’t help but to lean against the door as you hear his car’s engine slowly fade into the background. You can still feel the coldness of the ac, and the scent of the lavender purifier of Mark’s car lingered on you. 

But it felt different. Weird. Unfamiliar because you know that Mark’s car isn’t his. 

Pt. 2 Jeno’s POV see here.

[lovifie]

Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 9: Soap’s Date

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

W: Soap x Reader (+ Ghost), sex on the exterior, lots of butt stuff, oral sex, anal sex, phone sex, Soap being an absolute mutt as usual, voyeurism. I think that's it.

“Tell me again, Johnny.” You say yawning, looking back at Johnny as he finishes getting everything in the car. “Why are we leaving so early? The sun is not even out.”

“Because, mo ghraidh, I only have a day with you for myself alone.” He says once he has secured everything, he closes the boot and opens the driver's side door to sit down behind the steering wheel before he keeps talking. “And we have already wasted 4 hours.”

“I wouldn't call it waste, you know? Taking into consideration humans are supposed to sleep 8 of them.” You say chuckling when you see him pout and you move your arm over his seat to rest your forearm on his shoulder and caress the back of his head. 

“Do you no longer love me, bonnie?” He asks, dramatically sighing and covering his eyes with a hand. 

You playfully slap his shoulder. “If the military ever fails you should pursue a career in acting, Johnny.”

“Will you be my date when I get my second Oscar?” He asks, completely dropping the act of being sad to look at you smiling.

“Your second?” You ask chuckling.

“Yeah, sorry, I already promised my first to Gaz.” He admits, making you laugh out loud. 

“Fine, fine. Second Oscar for me then, got it.” You say smiling, taking your arm back to fasten your seatbelt when Soap does the same.

The sun is just starting to rise by the time he turns off the engine at the top of the cliff. 

“What you think?” He asks, smiling when you lean down resting on the dashboard to see more clearly. 

“Almost as pretty as you, Johnny.” You say cheeky winking at him.

“Hey, you stole my line!” He complains, a little pink blush on the top of his cheeks. He opens his door to get out making you chuckle at his escape attempt. 

You try to open your door, setting a foot outside just to be pushed back inside by a hand on your face. Once you are back inside he closes the door, waits a second and opens it back again holding a hand for you 

“Oh, my. Such a gentleman, Johnny.” You say sarcastically making him chuckle. 

“I know, right?” He says with a boyish smile that makes you want to squish his face. 

You finally step out, letting him close the door behind you. He goes to the back, opens the boot and hands you the bag with food so he can take the tent out. 

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to sleep in the car?” You ask, seeing him pick up everything else.

“To sleep maybe, but to do to you what I'm planning to do… the tent is better.” He says, winking at you and making you blush this time. 

“Oh, wait, what you said yesterday…” you trail off.

“I meant it.” He says chuckling. “As long as you want, of course.”

“Yeah, no, that's not it…” you say, a nervous feeling bubbling up in your stomach. He quickly catches it, dropping everything on the floor and walking up to you, cupping your face with his hands and kissing you softly. “Don't worry your pretty head about the bureaucracy, love. I'll make sure to eat you out long, and sweet, and nicely.” He says between kisses making you melt in his hands. “And I'll make you cum again, and again, and again. I'll get all soft and needy, by the time I get my dick in your tight little ass you'll be such a mess the only thing you'll be able to think it's about how good it feels.” He says, looking at your eyes. “Sounds good?” He asks, and you quickly nod as if you couldn't feel your panties starting to get moist. “Perfect, let's get everything set.”

He pats your head with a kiss to your forehead and picks everything back up, turning around the car to where he wants to set the tent and you are left stunned for a moment before you pick yourself up and walk after him.

He sets up the tent with ease, giving you orders to help him when a second person is needed (not that he couldn't set it on his own, he could easily. But he uses it as an excuse to walk behind you, grinding against you as he does; his hand travelling up and down your body) and by the time the tent is ready and everything is tidy; you are already an absolute mess. Grumpy with need and bothered by his apparent lack of effect.

“What has your knickers on a twist, bonnie lass?” He asks, chuckling when he sees your arms crossed.

“You!” You say simply, sitting down on the mattress. 

“Me?” He asks smiling, laying down next to you propping his head on his flexed arm. “Or the thought of me fucking you silly, mo ghraidh?”

“Johnny!” You exclaim, trying to slap his chest but he catches your hand pulling you on top of him. “Don't be nasty…”

“Oh, love. Don't play coy on me now, I know you love it when I speak pure filth to you.” He says, his hand pulling your leg up so you are resting closer to his face. “Am I wrong?”

You advert his gaze, looking at his hand on your thigh. “I don't know what you are talking about…”

He laughs, shaking you with him. “You are a smart girl to try that with me, if you tried that with Price he would have you crying already for spanking you like a brat, you know?”

“You sound like you are speaking from experience, Johnny boy.” You joke smiling looking at him, thinking he is just bluffing.

“Oh, I do.” He answers right away, smiling at the memory. You look at him with an eyebrow raised, the mental image of Soap lying on Price's lap getting his ass beat is interesting if anything. “Ha… you wanna see it, don’t cha, nasty girl?”

“You know what? I may get you in trouble just to see it.” You joke, saying it only to get a raise out of him. 

“Keep being naughty, and I'll be the lucky one seeing it.” He says, grabbing a handful of your asscheek and gripping it hard until you whine about it. Feeling as if you just got slapped on the ass without the kinkiness of it. “Take off your clothes, love.”

It takes you by surprise the sudden change in action. “Like that? Just… straight at it?” You ask, a bit dumbfounded.

“Well, we can go on a hike if you prefer it.” He says chuckling when you put a disgusted expression on your face. “Then get naked.”

You oblige, trying to keep the facade of mild annoyance, while he takes his clothes to sit down and you can't help but stare at his jet to get hard dick. 

“You are not even turned on, Johnny.” You say, looking at him with a smirk. “Need a hand?”

“Oh, no, don't even worry about it, love. It's just a matter of time, and the earliest I get my mouth on you the earlier it'll get hard.” He says smiling, his hands pulling you closer and down on your stomach on the mattress. 

“Wait.” You say, propping yourself on your elbow to look back at him. He raises his eyes that were looking at your naked ass to look at your face with a worried expression. “If I don't…”

“If you don't like it.” He cuts you off, leaning forward close to your face. “I stop. If you don't like the ass attention but want to keep going I'll humbly go apeshit crazy on your godly cunt and if you simply are not in the mood for action, I'll go behind a tree and fuck my fist like a monkey.” He says, exaggerating his choice of words to make you smile; you cup his face when he gives you a peck looking into your eyes for reassurance. “Alright, love? Talk to me, alright? I'll have my mouth busy, not my ears.” He jokes, taking away the little nervousness left on your body. “Get your ass up, on your knees. I want to taste that delightful cunt of yours, love.”

You smile, softly slapping his face with playfulness and get on your hands and knees, bending down and crossing your arms to rest your head on them; arching your back leaving Soap the full view of your cunt and ass when you slightly spread your legs. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, birdie. What kind of ring do you want? I'll buy it for you tomorrow, you just gotta ask.” He mumbles, feeling his breath getting closer and closer to your wetness. A sigh escapes your mouth when you feel his tongue go flat from your mount up to your ass leaving a kiss on the small of your back at the end. “Fucking delicious, bonnie.”

He does again, and again, and again; you look between your legs and you see a glob of your arousal mixed with his spit stretching down from your cunt right onto the tip of his hardening tip making him grunt at the same time you moan because of the filth of the image. 

He plants both his hands on your ass, spreading it to have better access to your crying cunt; shoving his face against it but still delightfully slow. It catches you by surprise the calmness with which he is doing it, it is still by no way methodical, but it is not as chaotic as you expected. It's slow, tongue hard against your fold making you feel every twitch of the muscle and groans that leave his throat which accompanied by the way he’s thrusting the air unconsciously makes you wonder who is enjoying more. You feel your orgasm approach, surprising you again, there has not been an increase in the speed or a change of focus from him. Just lazy swipes of his tongue on your cunt up to your asshole, but you shudder when you come; ecstasy flooding your nerves and making you moan his name. But it's not the kind of orgasm that leaves you shaking and silly-minded, is the type that makes you move your hips back looking for more, angry at the betrayal of your body for coming so fast.

“That's a good fucking girl.” Soap groans against your pussy and you hear the smile on his voice. “Thank you for coming so fast, dear. I couldn't wait to get my tongue inside your ass.” He says, biting down on your asscheek making you whine. 

He moves back, sitting down between your legs and he moves his hands under your body pulling you back against his face before he licks right on your hole. You moan at the feeling, the nastiness of it all only fueling the pleasure. “Ghost is going to be so fucking jealous I get your arse all for myself, birdie. You have no idea.” 

“Fuck, Johnny…” you moan, pussy throbbing at the lack of attention. You try to reach it with your hand, needing to feel something inside. 

“Now, what in the hell do you think you are doing?” He asks, annoyance in his voice when he slaps your hand, your pussy getting slapped in the process as well making you hiss. “Are you so greedy you can't even let me get my fair share of your ass? You just came, birdie. You just can't simply wait to get stuffed, right?” 

You whine, too embarrassed to admit it but horny enough to push your ass back against him. He lands a hard smack on your ass making you cry, grabs both of your hands making you rest your body weight on your face when he moves them both behind your back and dives back on your ass making you moan.

He has you bent almost in half, your thigh pressed against your chest squishing your tits which Soap takes to his advantage when he starts to thrust forward rubbing his tip between them almost edging himself with the light touch. 

He groans against your asshole, the tip on his tongue probing again and again, slowly but surely getting deeper until you feel his teeth on your skin, tongue as deep as possible making your eyes roll back when he moves it in and out, thrusting his tongue onto your ass. 

His tip pouring a droplet of precum down between your tits up to your neck like a delicate necklace and you twist your wrist needing to grab his hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, and if the situation was different you would laugh at how it feels more intimate to feel his hand on yours than to feel his tongue inside of you. 

You are a babbling mess by the time he decides he has had enough, mind so blurry you can't even tell if you came again. He ate your pussy as if he was kissing it, soft, gentle and calm. But at some point after that, when your ass got into the mix, it changed into a Soap with almost a primal need to get as deep as possible inside of you. 

He lays you on your stomach, still not letting go of your hands. You hear him look for something in the bags, and he drops it beside your head a second later. You turn your head to the side and you see what he found; a bottle of lube and his phone currently on a call. 

“Who-” You question get cut off by a gasp when you feel Soap's tip rub your clit.

“Pickup, c’mon, pickup, pickup, pickup.” You hear Soap mumble over you, the ringing of the call still going. 

“What, Johnny?” The unmistakable sound of Ghost's voice erupts from the phone and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Fucking finally, Lt. Look out the window, now.” The scotsman orders, which makes the mancunian chuckle at the desperation. 

“Johnny, what are you-” Your question gets cut off by a moan that could easily classify as a scream when Soap bottoms out inside of your cunt in one swift thrust. The stretch making little white dots appear on your vision and you damn well if you were not dripping with arousal he would have broken you in two. 

“Oh, hi, birdie. I see you are having fun.” Ghost says chuckling. “Go easy on her, Johnny.”

“I can't…” Soap mumbles, his head resting on top of yours. “So fucking tight, I just know her ass is going to choke my dick so nice.” 

The two men talk about you as if you were not even there, the stinging sensation quickly dissipates when he starts to thrust; slowly as if asking for forgiveness for his lack of control just a moment ago. 

Soap bends down, moving a hand under your jaw to pick your head up. “Look at the window, birdie.” He says. You are completely confused for a second, barely able to see the building in the distance, let alone a window. “Do it, Ghost.” 

In that second, an almost missable flint of lights appears on one of the windows catching your attention. “Do you see me, birdie?” Ghost asks through the phone. “Because I can see you.”

Soap groans over you. “Oh, she sees you, Lt.” He chuckles. “And by the way she's clenching. She likes it.”

“Aww, does our little bird like to be watched?” Ghost coos, amusement in his voice. 

“Hmm, ‘s you.” You mumble between moans, struggling to articulate the words.

“What is it, love?” Soap asks, bending down to kiss your shoulder as his hips slowly stop to let you talk.

“I like it… cause is you…” You half whine, embarrassed to say it more clearly. But it is more than enough for Ghost, who feels his heart and dick throb at the declaration. 

“Johnny.” He groans.

“Yes, Lt?” Soap answers, same struggle as you.

“Do me a favour… fuck her nice… and turn on the camera.”

“Gladly, sir” He says straightening himself, picking up the phone and the lube on his way. He turns the camera on, pointing it to where the two of you are connected; opens up the lube bottle before dropping a blob over your asshole.

“I bet you wish this was you, ah?” Johnny smiles as he teases Ghost, his thumb pressing down on your hole slowly before entering with ease thanks to the lube and the fact you are already fucked out of your mind. 

You moan softly when he does, pressing his finger down against the thin wall between his finger and his dick that is still inside of you. He grabs your asscheek, thumb still inside, spreading you for Ghost to see. 

“You are a bloody lucky bastard, Johnny.” You hear Ghost groan, sounds of clothes being moved around can be heard from the phone. “But don't test it.”

He removes the thumb, getting his index in instead; moving it in when he moves his dick back, and the finger out when he moves his dick in. It's such an alien feeling, the stinging from the stretch long gone and replaced with the arousal of his finger and dick moving in and out.

“Hold the phone for me, love.” Soap says before changing the camera to front view, you hold it over your shoulder letting Ghost see the way Soap is working you open on his fingers. 

Soap grabs the lube again, spurring it over his finger generously before adding a second one; the phone shaking on your phone when you moan at the stretch. He scissors his fingers opening you up, his dick still moving slowly inside of your drenched cunt; more to keep your mind busy with pleasure than for his own. 

There is something so filthy about the whole ordeal, doing something “prohibited”, the sound of Soap shaking the lube bottle, the sound of the lube being squished onto your body, the sound of his fingers fucking it inside of you, the sound of your pussy sucking his dick in. 

He takes his time, making sure you are stretched nicely and loose, wanting to make you feel nothing but pleasure when he finally fucks you. It takes him four fingers inside of you to feel like you are ready for him. By that time, you are an absolute mess; using every bit of strength left to hold the phone. 

And your mind can't help but wonder about how it would be if Ghost was also in the tent, if Soap was not opening you up for himself but for his lieutenant. How it would be to be in between the two men.

“Johnny…” you moan, desperate for more. “Please…”

“Sshhh, birdie.” He shushes you when you cry for him. “I know, baby, I know.” He bends down, kissing your back and slowly taking his fingers out. “I'm gonna do it slowly, alright? Don't hold your breath, just relax.”

You nod eagerly, needy of the feeling of his hips hitting yours. Johnny moves your hand with the phone, holding it down so he can see your face on the screen when he fucks you. 

And when his tip catches your puffy hole, your eyes close and your jaw falls open leaving your mouth in an o shape. But you do just as he said, relaxed taking deep breaths as you feel the man split you open. 

“C’mon, bonnie lass. Let me in.” Soap grunts in your ear when you clench down out of pleasure. He kisses your neck, under your ear, making your eyes roll as you bite your lips; relaxing and allowing him to keep pushing his hips. 

Mumbles can be heard from the phone, the man struggling to stay quiet at the sight of his lovers getting their brains fuck out together. He has had his dick out for a while now in the solitude of his office, not wanting to touch it leaving it red and angry. But the sounds of your and Soap's moan in harmony is enough to have him fisting his dick, squeezing his tip, milking the firsts bead of precum out of it.

Soap thrust shallowly, wanting to move but hating the thought of leaving your warm body. You can feel him drool on your shoulder blade and you would make fun of him if you weren't on the same train. 

“Let me see it, Johnny.” Ghost grunts, the sound of spitting in the background of the call.

Soap whines, hating his devotion to the british man that makes his body move before he can acknowledge it. He holds your thigh raising it and turning you to lay on your side with a leg in the air and Soap lying behind you. He picks the phone from your hand, resting it on the lube bottle so Ghost can see the way he fucks you and both their faces at the same time. 

Ghost groans at the sight, his fist moving faster; the image on the phone shaky with the speed at which he fucks his hand. But the way you moan when Soap begins to thrust inside and out of you is enough to have Ghost pull his head back with a groan. 

Soap sees the way you furrow your eyebrows, such an exquisite feeling but still needing the extra stimulation of a hand on your clit. And you have been such a good girl? How can he not obey your needs when you have been so good? 

So he uses his lubed hand, trapped under your body, and moves it down to rest on your puffy clit, rubbing circles on it. Slowly at first, just as his thrusts; rising up the speed of both at the same time. 

It has you curling your toes, moaning his name to the cliff just outside the tent. He locks his arm under your knee, pulling it closer leaving you even more exposed and he starts to kiss your body. On your knee, your thigh, your temple, your cheek. He can barely do it, just smearing his spit-covered lips over your body leaving a sticky trail of saliva over you; whining when he can’t manage to kiss you on your lips fast enough. 

Ghost is edging himself, he knows it, he's slouched on the chair; having slipped down on it when thrusting up to his fist. His feet hurt with the way they are arched to keep him seated and his elbow is in an awkward position under the armrest. Still, his hand is moving so fast is just a blurry image and he knows that the moment either of you comes he'll follow.

So when he finally hears you moan, loudly enough that if he wasn't on a phone call he would have heard it from the window, making Soap grunt as he bites down on your shoulder as he comes as well deep inside of you. Ghost can't help it but to moan, throwing his head back, phone falling on his chest as he needs the extra hand not to fall from the chair as he cums over his hand and onto his abdomen. Phone rising with his breath, finally seeing the way your legs shake after you cum; Soap letting your leg down to rest and hugging you tightly against him as he kisses your face. Smiling when he sees you melt into his arms, and the two of you look like cats grooming each other. 

“Thank you for calling, Johnny. Enjoy your date, birdie.” He says, still breathing hard before hanging up, struggling to find the energy to clean up and get back to work. 

“You did so good, birdie.” Soap says, kissing your cheek. “Did you like it, lovie?”

You nod, unable to speak with your eyes unfocused on the ceiling of the tent. “Yeah… yeah I did…”

He chuckles behind you, kissing you again and again, his softening cock still inside of you and with no plan of leaving. 

It turns into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other warmth. You look up to him, smiling when you see him look down at you with a stupid smile on his face. You cup his face, smiling fondly when he leans into the touch. “Johnny…” you call, only getting a “hm?” as an answer. “Is it weird if I think I'm starting to fall in love with you guys?” You say, before realising you have just declared your feeling to most likely the worst of them to do so. Especially when you see his face shine in mischievousness, he laughs loudly before crushing you in a bear hug that has you ready to hear a bone pop. 

“AW, BIRDIE, I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL EVERYONE YOU LOVE ME THE MOST!”

“JOHNNY, THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAI-”

Your attempt to defend yourself gets crushed when Soap kisses you harshly, making you whine and letting his tongue inside of your mouth. It is not much longer before you feel his dick get back ready into action, and let's just say you were really glad that Soap packed isotonic drinks for when you are finished that day.

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dim the lights (close your eyes) // arthur leclerc

summary: arthur leclerc is the only man she would ever trust to touch her this way. the only man she would want to take her virginity.

pairing: arthur leclerc x female reader

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, a hell of a lot of feelings, lots of giggles. had no idea how to end it, but it is what it is.

prompts used: i don’t wanna stop touching you.  i just wanna be near you and close to you in any way i can + breathe baby, breathe. I’m right here

"arthur, i'm ready."

she'd said that three weeks ago, and they had both been preparing for this moment ever since. makeout sessions had gotten more intense, hands experimentally traveling under clothes. arthur had even tried fingering her a few times to make sure she knew what she was getting into, that she was prepared for how it would feel.

and mostly because he was scared. nervous about being his beloveds first. because if he messed this up, he could lose her for good.

the only reason she had waited this long was because she had never met the right man. hell, she was twenty one and her first real boyfriend had been arthur. sure, there had been crushes and meaningless kisses and sheer terror at the idea of being in a relationship, but arthur made her feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day. his presence was comforting, and she never felt like she had to be someone she wasn’t around him.

after a night out of the town that made her feel like the best version of herself, like she was walking on a cloud (as spending time with the youngest leclerc brother always did), they found themselves back at arthurs flat.

he carried her up the stairs, ever the gentleman, hand over her eyes as he pushed the bedroom door open tho his toes.

“i want to show you something.” he says softly, asking her to keep her eyes closed while he shuts the door, switching on the fairy lights, reaching for the bag of fake flower petals. “okay, open your eyes.”

“oh, arthur.” she said softly, breath catching in her throat as she placed her hands over her heart. “it’s beautiful.”

a trail of fake petals lead from where she was standing to the bed, where even more dotted the simple white duvet, a towel elephant resting on the corner, like the towel animals on a cruise ship. the room was illuminated with soft, warm fairy lights. with a goofy grin on his face, arthur came towards her, reaching into the graft bag to throw more petals in the air.

she laughed, pulling him in for a gentle kiss as he dropped flower petals in her hair.

“wait, you haven’t seen the best part.” the boy laughs, reaching for the stereo remote. with the press of a button, heart’s ‘what about love’ begins to play softly. “damn it.” he mutters. “this was supposed to be a relaxing and easy listening playlist.”

“arthur,” she giggled, prying the remote from his hand. “it’s perfect.” she pressed up on her toes, arms around his shoulders as she kissed him, breathing in the smell of his cologne, the feel of his linens shirt under her fingers.

she sat down on the end of the bed, slipping out of her high heels and dropping her purse on the floor. she leaned back against the bed, fake rose petals sticking to her skin as arthur lay on his side next to her, warm hands caressing her skin.

“hi.” she said softly, fingers tracing her jaw as she propped up on an elbow to meet his gaze.

arthur reached behind him, triumphantly holding up the towel elephant and waving one of its small arms. “hi, darling.”

she laughed, throwing one of her legs over arthurs before she nuzzled up against him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re such a dork.”

“you love it.” he said before he kissed her, his lips soft against hers, the glittery lipgloss that had almost faded off her skin transferring onto his lips as he gently pressed her against the pillows.

she sighed in contentment as his hand slipped up her dress, resting reassuringly against her upper thigh. she cages his upper lip between both of hers, fingers cradling through his hair as she pressed herself closer to him. the shoulder strap of her dress slipped down her pale skin, bathed a heavenly shade of gold in the fairy lights. before she could get self-conscious and teach to right it, arthur took charge, pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses to her skin.

“you’re so perfect. i don’t wanna stop touching you.  i just wanna be near you and close to you in any way i can.”

her heart swelled with love at hearing arthur’s words. this entire evening had been so surreal. she never thought she’d meet someone who made her feel the way that arthur leclerc could.

even now, he was so mindful of her boundaries, so cautious and careful with her heart as he presssed her into the mattress, fingers teasing the edge of her panties, but firmly staying there until she said otherwise, gave him permission to touch her like that.

for now, he was content with kissing her neck, his fingers on his free hand lacing with hers to cradle her her hand with the gentlest, sweetest of touches.

“arthur.” she whined, bucking her hips against his. “please…i need more.”

arthur slowed his movements, gently rolling them over so they were facing each other on their sides, one of her legs hiked over his hip. he kissed her softly, his tongue gently teasing her lips as he started to push her panties aside.

“just remember to breathe, beautiful. remember, this is nothing we haven’t already done before.”

“i know.” she sighed, biting her lips as his fingers began to circle where she needed him most. “i trust you. fully and completely.”

arthur sunk his fingers inside of her, peppering her face in kisses as he gave her time to adjust, her juices dripping down his fingers as he began to flex his slender fingers, scissoring them rapidly.

“oh, fuck, babe,” she whined, fingernails digging into his shirt as she bucked against his appendages. “feels so good.”

“yeah, you like having my fingers inside you, don’t you, cherie?”

“yes, god.” she moaned, burying her face in arthurs neck, fingers scratching down the bit of exposed chest peeking out from his button down. “i love your fingers.”

“good. the only purpose they serve is to make you feel good, love.” arthur smiled, dotting kisses over all the exposed skin he could reach.

he curled his fingers, fingertips touching her spongy center. she yelped at the pleasure, springing off the bed. they both burst out into a fit of giggles, arthurs fingers still working their magic.

“do you want to come of my fingers pretty girl, or are you ready to take my cock? you feel ready, but I am more than happy to lie here all night and finger you until you scream my name.” arthur chuckled, gently slipping his fingers out and sitting up on the bed, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.

she would never get tired of seeing her boyfriend without a shirt on: the muscles and veins popping in his arms, his broad, strong shoulders. his washboard abs that she intended to mark up with her nails before the night was over.

“im ready. i want your dick.”

laughing, arthur got up from the bed, shedding his shirt as his lover got to her feet, slipping out of her dress and allowing the white fabric to pool on the floor. he opened his bedside drawer to extract a box of condoms, his eyes wide ending in both adoration and lust as he looked back at his girlfriend.

“bebe, you look beautiful.”

her face blushed pink as she tried to make her bikini cut panties seem sexier, averting her gaze from arthur. “thank you. thank you for making me feel comfortable, and beautiful.”

arthru hummed, standing in front of her and tilting her head up to his. “you don’t need to thank me, gorgeous.” he kissed her softly, allowing her hands to travel the expanse of his exposed skin, nails scratching at his abs as he steered her back towards his bed. “i think this will go easier if you’re on top. that was you can set your own pace.”

she nodded, hands resting nervously near the waistband of arthurs pants. “okay. i can do that.”

he gently pushed her hands away, and she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg over the other in an attempt to hide the ever-growing damp spot on her panties. she swallowed harshly, feeling her nipples grow harder as she watched arthur undo his belt, dropping his jeans and his boxers in one fell swoop, his hard cock springing to attention now that it was free of its fabric confines.

he rolled the condom on, sitting at the head of the bed before beckoning his girlfriend over and helping her out of his panties, his eyes darkening at the sight of her now mostly naked body.

“there we go, just like that.” arthur encouraged, guiding her to straddle him, answering every question she asked and reassuring her that she would be perfect.

“so I just sit down like…this?” she asked, bracing her hands on arthurs shoulders as she tried to sink down on his length, arthurs gentle touch guiding her towards his cock. “oh my god.” she inhaled sharply, not even halfway on his dick before she froze, muscles tightening.

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” arthur soothed, gently kissing her breastbone, fingers tracing reassuring circles on her skin. “it’s okay, just breathe. i can stay like this for a minute, you don’t have to take it all at once.”

she nodded, breathing heavily as she brushed her hair behind her ears, resting her hands on either side of arthurs neck, resting for a moment before sinking down further, her face contorted in a grimace as she allowed her boyfriend to bottom out inside her.

“breathe, baby. breathe. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” arthur hummed, kissing her softly. “we go at your pace. nice and easy.”

she moves slowly, gingerly, hands braced on her lovers shoulders as she starts to move her hips, rocking gently back and forth. keeping his touch gentle, looking out through hooded eyes, arthur gently began to guide her up and down, resisting the urge to thrust up into her when she moaned, fingernails clenching into his skin.

“fuck, i love those moans, princess. keep moaning for me, let me know how good you feel. or, let me know if you stop feeling good and we’ll take a break, okay?”

“yeah.” she nodded, picking up the pace of her movements, panting heavily as arthur tried not to let his eyes roll back in his skull, pressing his lips to hers to muffle his own moans of pleasure.

the real thing was so much better than his late night fantasies, and knowing that she trusted him this much added a whole new layer of intimacy to the scene, somehow managing to make it even more erotic. he feared he’d blow his load too soon, but would that really be such a bad thing right now? he’d almost certainly be hard again if she decided she wanted a round two, or if he buried his head between her thighs and tongue fucked her until she came undone on his face.

“fuck, arthur.” she moaned, her movements becoming slower, exhaustion seeping into her legs. “please, i need more. my legs can’t take this. can you take over?”

he kissed her hard, flipping their bodies over so he was on top, driving into her quickly, but trying to restrain himself, his fingers clutching the sheets to practice restraint.

they’d work up to the more adventurous, more erotic activities later. right now, it was back to basics as he tried to keep his speed steady, matching what they were moving at while she was on top of him.

“is this what you wanted, love? does this feel good?”

“yes, god, please,” she moaned, trying to hold his body closer. trying to get as physically close to him as she possibly could. “this is so good, arthur. so, so good.”

“perfect.” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. “I love you.”

“i love you more.”

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @httpiastri @clemswrld @oconso @libraryofloveletters @scuderiamh @sidcrosbyspuck @lorarri @love4lando

[iichfilwypj]

make or not the bracelet! | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: none! ღ wc: 700 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6 - pt 7

“Not a chance” he said once more, tidying up the chaos that was his cabin. She was right on his heels, her lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. Each time he managed to tidy up a spot, she undid his efforts.

“Please, I'm begging you!” In a few short days, they would be at his house. Meeting your best friend’s mom might not sound like a big deal, but she was terrified. Her solution? Making bracelets as a gift for Sally! “She’s going to love them!”

As he folded a t-shirt again, he responded, “Sure, but what’s the point? We can just buy her some.” He understood the difference when a cushion slammed into his head. He returned the gesture with the folded t-shirt. “Why does it matter so much? She’s literally my mom, we don’t need to bring her anything.”

“But, you know…” her voice trembled, giving her away. Seeing how she raised her hand and nervously bit her nails, he understood everything.

“No way you are nervous” He approached her, gently holding her wrist in his hand. He searched her eyes for a response, but her gaze was fixed on the floor. “It’s just my mom.”

He understood that she was intimidated by meeting new people, but his mom? Oh, his mom would love her! Percy had been talking with Sally about her nonstop for weeks, and he couldn’t recall a single bad thing being mentioned; he couldn't remember having any bad thoughts about her at all. 

He mentally jotted down a reminder to discuss this later, but for now, he wanted to calm her down. “I know how you’re feeling, but I promise she’ll adore you. And I’m not saying this just because she’s my mom; she’s the kindest woman in the world –she literally likes Annabeth, so you can believe me–. You’ll love her, and she’ll love you too, okay?” 

She finally looked up to find his eyes. Her eyebrows were knitted together with concern, and he brushed his finger between them to erase the crease. She smiled at his gesture and nodded. 

He pulled a silly face and vigorously shook his head. “Mhm, no, I need to hear you say it.”

“Okay, Perseus Jackson.” Grabbing a random book from the bed and using it as a fan, she replied to him. “Is that enough, or do I need to send you a formal notice, nice gentleman?”

“That would be perfect, thank you ma’am” He bowed in a way that made laughter impossible to resist. In silence, they sat down, sharing an unspoken agreement that the mess could wait until later. 

The cabin fell silent, and memories from the previous day flooded his mind. Just as he was about to say something, she spoke up.

“But hold on, can we make the bracelet?”

“Nop.”

“How the hell do you tie this shit?” Percy was biting his tongue so intensely that she almost told him to stop. For someone who had refused for hours, he seemed overly invested in the task. 

They were sitting on the beach, and everything felt very relaxing. Well, except for him. He was not relaxing at all. 

“I thought you didn’t want to do this?” she remarked, glancing at her own bracelet. Suddenly, a hand hit her arm, nearly making her drop everything. “Hey!”

“I'm making it because you made me!” she shot him an offended look as he struggled to hide a smile. He really didn’t want to make one, but since his friend did, his fingers would have to suffer a little longer.

Without thinking, she launched herself at him. The force of their movement was too much; the delicate strings tore apart, sending beads and threads scattering across the sand. 

“My bracelet!” Percy shouted as she stood up, slowly backing away. He jumped to his feet and dashed after her, who was already trying to escape. “I’m going to kill you!”

They didn’t care that other campers could hear their laughter, and they didn't mind that their clothes were now covered in sand. The nymphs in the water watched with delight as they fell to the ground, launching into a lively tickle fight that echoed with screams and joy. 

Oh, the gossip in the ocean was only getting better and better.

hi! i don't know, i might delete it and re-write it because i like the idea but not the result. i want to sleep so bad but i have insomnia :( anyways! i have no idea how to put those pretty divider but i did my best! ALSOO tell me what you wanna seeee! some fights, more fluff, comfort, anything! AND I SWAR i'm gonna make them kiss soon :))) love u all <3333

[riordanness]

all i’ve ever wanted - [w.wonka]

wordcount: 2.0K

requested: yes! anon <3

warnings: bit of angst and heartbreak

I watch, a smile on my face as Willy walks slowly through the old building.

“So?” Noodle asks expectantly. “Do you like it?” I know how hard she tried to get this for him. She wanted nothing but for him to be happy, and I agreed. Willy Wonka was the kind of person you couldn’t bear to see sad.

“Do I like it?” Willy breaks into a smile. “Oh, Noodle, it’s just as I always imagined. No, scratch that–it’s better than I imagined!”

Noodle grins, and jumps up to give him a hug. I watch them, a twinge in my gut. I think I’d give anything to hug him like that.

Piper lets out a cheer, and Lottie and I exchange a grin.

We had a huge job ahead of us, but with Willy Wonka, I’m pretty sure just about anything is possible.

I stand beside Noodle, cradling a perfect blue chocolate flower in my hands. Willy has his hand on the doors, ready to walk out and announce to the world that Wonka’s Chocolate Shop is officially open for business.

I exchange an excited grin with Noodle, then I turn my focus to Willy. He takes a deep breath, muttering something so quietly that I can’t hear; then he pushes open the doors.

Sunlight filters into the dark room, illuminating the faces of my friends. We’re all holding our breaths in anticipation.

“Ladies and gentleman,” Willy announces, his voice strong and clear. “Welcome to Wonka’s. Incredible things are waiting in store, both literally and metaphorically.”

“What, in there?” A man’s voice sounds incredulous.

“Humour me.” Willy has a smile in his voice.

He leads the older man through the shop, as the six of us light up the building, pulling ropes and shooting strings of sugary goodness into the air. Lottie passes out umbrellas, Crunch and Larry ride the bicycles, and I hand out mini chocolate baskets to the children.

It’s beautiful, and it’s amazing, and I keep finding myself staring at Willy, his face alive with joy and contentedness. This is all he’s ever wanted, and I’m so glad I get to share it with him.

People have begun to line up at the front counter, their chocolate baskets filled to the brim with colourful goodies. Abacus is on the till, typing in numbers, writing receipts and giving out change. Noodle is beside him, handing out smiles.

I spot Willy, standing alone, gazing happily at the joyful customers around him. I trip merrily over, coming to a stop at his side. “Congrations, Mr Chocolatier.”

His smile is warmer than melted chocolate. “Thank you, dear y/n.” His eyes flit once more over the shop, then settle on me. “And thank you, so so much, for doing so much for me and for this shop.”

I laugh, a little awkwardly. “It’s no problem at all.”

“You see, this thing is…” He seems to hesitate, like he’s unsure of what to say.

“Go on,” I say quietly.

“Y/n, I know I have only known you for a short time. I also know that most of that time was spent either scrubbing laundry or you and Noodle trying to teach me to read, but in that short amount of time I have fallen in love with you. I love the way you laugh, and sing, and how you always try to make the people around you happy even if you’re really the one who needs comforting. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known, sweeter than even my best chocolates. I’ve spent my entire life alone and on the move, and now I... I can’t imagine not being in yours.”

He stops, taking a deep breath.

I stare at him, a little bit in shock. “What are you saying?” I ask, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

“I’m saying that I’m in love with you.” He doesn’t meet my eyes, shyly playing with his cane instead.

“Oh.”

His face scrunches a little, and he sighs. “I’m sorry. That probably wasn't the right thing to say.”

“No!” I shake my head adamantly. “No, it–it was perfect, Willy.” I don’t know why I’m so worried about this, but I try for a not-so-nervous smile. “I’m in love with you too, you know. From the first second you fell down that laundry chute. I just didn’t tell you because, well, I didn’t think I would ever be good enough for someone like you, Willy.”

He laughs under his breath. “Y/n, you are the one no one could ever be good enough for.”

“Really?” My voice is small, but I can hear my smile in the word.

“Yes.” He nods, then reaches for me, his fingertips delicately brushing my cheek. I instinctively lean into his touch, and my heart feels full to burst with happiness. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

And when he kisses me, it feels like my chest is filled with melted chocolate.

Horror fills me as I stare at what’s left of Wonka’s shop. Smoke rises in small, winding columns. Lottie carries a fire extinguisher, putting out any little leftover fires. Melted chocolate, disintegrated sweets, and shattered glass are everywhere.

“What happened?” Piper asks desperately, tears glittering in her eyes.

“The chocolate cartel,” Abacus replies gruffly, wiping the ash from his shirt.

I exchange a heartbroken look with Noodle, watching as she lays a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He’s sitting downheartedly on the floor, his eyes fixed resolutely on the half-melted chocolate cherry tree.

“It’s okay, Willy,” Noodle tries to insist, “we can rebuild.”

“It’s no use, Noodle.” Willy doesn’t even look at her. “She wasn't here.”

Noodle’s face clears in understanding. “You didn’t seriously think that–”

“Oh, I did,” Willy says. “She pinky promised.”

“Willy–”

“Come on, Noodle,” Abacus breaks in, touching her on the arm gently. “I think Mr Wonka needs to be alone.”

Noodle sighs and follows Crunch out, while the rest of the crew silently file after them, leaving just Willy and I.

I sit gingerly beside him. “Are you okay, my love?”

Willy seems to stiffen at my words. “I’m fine. Please, I’d—I'd like to be alone right now. I’ll see you back at the laundry.”

I want to argue. I want to stay. But I understand. “Alright.” I get to my feet, and leave quietly, glancing back at Willy twice. Neither time does he look back at me.

Little did I know that I know that I wouldn’t see him back at the laundry, and that my last image of him was his hunched and upset figure, curled over his knees.

Noodle sits on my bed, watching me. I’m curled into a ball, hugging my pillow close to my chest.

“Y/n,” she says again, “it’s okay. He’s gonna come back.”

I shake my head. “He isn’t, Noodle. You heard Mrs Scrubbit downstairs. He made a deal with the Cartel. He’s gone.”

Noodle sighs. “I don’t believe that.”

“Well you should,” I say aggressively, sitting up. “He left us. He—he didn’t even say goodbye.” My voice breaks. Tears gather in my throat again, and I’m flooded with angry sobs.

“Do you want to be alone?” Noodle whispers.

Just before I can answer, Bleacher bangs on the door. “Time to get up! Mrs Scrubbit wants you all downstairs before breakfast.”

I groan, and pull myself up off my rickety bed. “Come on, Noodle-dee,” I say softly. “We’d better go see what she wants.”

Noodle tries to smile, for me. “Okay, y/n-doo.”

I file after her down the stairs, falling in line with the rest of the laundry crew.

“Look at all the long faces ‘round here,” Mrs Scrubbit says, a glint in her eye. “It’s almost like you lot has a sneaky little plan to escape.”

We line up, facing Mrs Scrubbit. “Your friend, Mr Wonka, done a deal with Mr Slugworth. Settled your accounts. Crunch, you’re free to go.”

One by one, Abacus, Lottie, Piper, and Larry all get a little ticket and leave. Soon, it’s just Noodle and I left.

“And now for you two.” Mrs Scrubbit’s smile is sickly sweet. “The biggest piles of the lot. But these ain’t to let you go.”

“What?” Noodle demands.

“Mr Slugworth doesn’t think nasty little orphans like you should be out on the streets, Noodle. This money is to keep you locked up for good.”

“I hate you!” Noodle shouts, slamming her fists into the bench. “You—“

Mr Bleacher grabs her, holding her arms still.

“Look at her go, Lord Bleacherfitz!” Mrs Scrubbit says gleefully.

“You don’t still think he’s a lord, do you?” Noodle cries. “We made it all up, you stupid old hag!”

“Why you little brat—“ Mrs Scrubbit clutches Noodle by the shirt. “You’re going in the coop, my girl! And you.” She points at me. “To the wash house, forever. You’ll never see daylight again, you hear?”

She drags Noodle away, both of them yelling.

I’m left with Bleacher, feeling as if I have a heavy weight on my chest. I can’t believe he just left us. Got a ticket out of here and abandoned Noodle and I.

I thought… I thought he loved me.

“Down you go,” Bleacher says gruffly. “Now!” He shoves me unceremoniously down the laundry chute, and I don’t even try to stop him. I land in a heap of clothes, and I don’t move.

I stare at the ceiling, at all the washing lines and steaming cracks in the roof.

My head hurts, but nothing compares to my heartache. I don’t think I will ever get over Willy Wonka. He’s the kind of person you only meet once, and you never forget them. Especially if you loved them with your entire heart.

But sometimes people like that aren’t good inside, and they can leave you, hurt and lonely and destroyed.

He’s gone, and I’m alone.

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because I rouse when I hear Noodle’s familiar voice. “Y/n, come on!” she hisses, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. “We’ve gotta go!”

I blink sleepily. “Wait, what? How did you—“

“He came back! They all did.”

“He… Willy?” I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to see him but oh, I do. I do.

Noodle’s curls jump wildly as she nods. “Yes! He’s come back for us, c’mon!”

I follow her to the dumb waiter chute, and we both climb inside, clicking it shut. I press the ‘up’ button, and the crate clicks and shudders into motion.

I’m half excited, half still hurt. I can't decide if I truly want to see him or not. I mean–I’m in love with him, and I have ever since I first laid eyes on the curly headed chocolate boy, but at the same time… He left me, five minutes after confessing he supposedly loved me back.

The instant I see his face, waiting for us at the top of the laundry chute, a bright and anxious smile plastered on his familiar face, I’m torn yet another way. Gods, I’m in love with him.

“Y/n!” he says, grabbing me into his arms the second he sees me. “I’m so sorry–I, are you alright?”

I’m a little flustered, and not quite sure how to reply. “Hi, Willy.”

He must notice my slight stiffness, how my voice is trying its best to emotionlessness. “Hey, I really am sorry. I should never have ever tried to leave. I regretted it instantly. I promise, I will never leave you ever again.”

I look up into his eyes. “You promise?” My voice cracks on the words.

His eyes soften immediately. “Yeah, my love, I promise.”

“Okay.” I decide to believe him, mostly because the thought of being without him again hurt more than the chance of being left again.

[yesihaveaobsession]

Heeled Grace

Alastor x female reader

Summary: After being Alastor's plus one to an overlord party, your feet start to hurt due to your footwear, you flee the party, and Alastor helps you take your heels off ;)

You couldn't resist the opportunity when Alastor asked you to be his plus one to an overlord party. A party with a man who's just as much of a gentleman to everyone else in hell? Oh, absolutely. You were a little nervous though, being in a room filled with some of the most powerful beings in all of hell. You didn't have to worry; Alastor was there to make sure you were comfortable.

AT THE PARTY

You were currently linked arms with the Radio Demon as he stood proud with his wide smile, talking to a fellow overlord about something you didn't quite understand. You had been standing on your feet for way too long; your feet were killing you. You shifted on your feet, and Alastor, the observant one, noticed. He bent down slightly and whispered in your ear, "Are you alright?"

You mustered up your best fake smile and replied, "These heels are killing my feet." Your fake smile turned to a look of discomfort; his red eyes looked over your face for a second and he asked, "Should we head back?"

"If you want; this is your thing," you said as you looked around, and he did the same.

"I’d rather not be here if you are uncomfortable," he said with a sweet tone.

"What time does it end?" you asked, still uncomfortable. Despite his smile, he felt bad to see his pretty little plus one in pain.

"Three more hours," the demon replied. His eyes looked down at your heeled feet, then back at your face; you were most definitely in pain. He had brought you to the function; he didn't want to put you out more.

"I can try and wait; I don't want to ruin your night."

"You won’t ruin my night. If you are uncomfortable, then we can go now."

BACK AT THE HOTEL

You were now at the hotel; Alastor had brought you back to the hotel and to his room. With a flick of the wrist, Alastor's fireplace was lit, and he helped you sit down in a chair in front of the fireplace. Then he grabbed a chair from his table, set on the wooded, swamp side of his room. Alastor tapped his lap, signaling you to place your foot on his leg, and you did.

"Allow me," he murmured, his gloved fingers deftly working to unfasten the clasps of your heels. With a soft click, they fell away, revealing the delicate arch of your foot. You had only watched him; from the angle the two of you were sitting, the flames of the fire illuminated his face, bringing out some of his features.

Alastor extended his leg, offering it as a makeshift perch for your tired foot. Without hesitation, you accepted, placing your other heel-clad foot onto his thigh with a sigh of relief. His claws brushed against your skin slightly as he worked on the clasp of your heel, which was much smaller compared to his bigger claws.

As Alastor's gaze lingered on you, his eyes hooded, his movements deliberate, each touch sending a shiver down your spine as you surrendered to his tender ministrations. A close-lipped smile played upon Alastor's lips as he met your gaze. In that fleeting moment, as he held your foot in his hand.

And as the last clasp fell away, Alastor released a soft chuckle, and you giggled. The flames still illuminated your faces, and you weren't sure if it was the fire or Alastor, but you felt warm. Alastor then placed your delicate foot back down and straightened out his pants, his close-lipped smile returning to his usual sharp-toothed smile as he looked at you.

You two shared a moment; you didn't know how to put it, but it truly was perfect. He then held out a hand, and you took it. He helped you up and twirled you by the fireplace; the skirt of your dress spun with you, and you smiled. "Thanks for tonight, Alastor."

"Anytime, my dear."

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

REQUESTING G7! YUU WHERE WHEN THE OVERBLOT GANG MEETS THE G7 MEMBER THEY MATCH WITH AND THE G7 MEMBER SUBTLY IMPLIES (or straight up announces) THAT THEY SHOULD WED GET TOGETHER UL give grand kids?

Not all G7 members fit this but for the ones who do

Bringing The Overblots Home to the Seven

Great 7 AU

Uuuh Urusla and Jafar is more based on Starkid/Unfortunate Yuu is gn

To say your boyfriend was nervous was an understatement. He was an anxious wreck since learning that your parents were the seven themselves, even if he tried to play it off. How could he possibly explain when he tried to hurt you during his overblot to them. Would all seven even approve of him? To relax his nerves about meeting your family you decided to introduce them to each other one at a time, starting with the one their dorm was based on.

Riddle + The Queen of Hearts

“Rule 298, one must dress in appropriate attire when meeting with the Queen. According to the Heart’s Kingdom Fashion Guidebook of old, this is exactly the distinguished guest wear that they wore then…” Riddle takes a deep breath in as he smooths the multicolored and rather zany suit across his body. It was covered in all sorts of patches of color and card patterns, but he seemed to pull it off well.

“You don’t need to worry, Riddle, she likes you! She really does!” You soothe as Riddle gives himself a quick once over in the mirror. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you both made your way over to Ramshackle where your mother waited excitedly.

Riddle sat at the tea table, directly across from the Queen of Hearts as you sat between them. Swallowing a lump in his throat he sat with perfect posture. “It is an honor to meet you, your majesty,” Riddle speaks nervously.

The Red Queen sits, for a moment, glancing over at you. “Mother… This is my boyfriend, Riddle as I’m sure you know!” Knowing what was to come you close your eyes, ever since you first arrived in NRC, your mother has adored Riddle and his affinity for her rules. She was beyond happy when you started developing feelings for him.

“Oh, my little Rose has a lover now! I’m so happy!” She says, holding her hand to her heart. “And with such a perfect gentleman too!” Riddle smiles proudly as the Queen hands him his tea. “You know…” She starts in a tone of voice you are all too familiar with.

“My little Rose here had a crush on you for a looong time!” “Mother…” “I think it was love at first sight!,” “Mother!” “And honestly I think it was so cute the way my little Yuu would speak of you!” “Mom!” You want to hide your face in embarrassment as Riddle shoots you a smirk. “Is that so, your majesty?”

“So have you discussed much about marriage?” “MOM!” You sputter as Riddle goes pink in the face. “Oh, I’m just saying you two are perfect for each other! You see—“ You hid your face in your hands, you just knew this would happen.

“Oh, it has been so long since I heard the words your majesty. Rose, you must hang on tight to this one!” As the conversation continues, Riddle starts to loosen up, and is able to bond with your mother over all sorts of things, and even impress her with reciting each of the Queen's rules by heart. That combined with his academic excellence, it's no shock that the Queen approves of him. What was shocking, however, was the conversation topic that came directly after.

Leona + Scar

“My father he’s…” “Strict?” Leona finishes, “I figured.” He sighs as he stretches up from his napping spot. “He does like you though if that's worth anything?” “Hmph.” Leona didn’t allow his aloof persona to fall, but you both knew that he was nervous. His idol the King of Beasts wants to meet him? And he’s dating his child…

It was a lot for Leona to take in… Still, he held a lot of respect for the King of Beasts. Washing up and dressing his best, you both made your way to Ramshackle where the lion lazily lay in the common room on the couch, messing with a chessboard.

“Oh? The little cub and their betrothed are here?” Scar glances over to where you and Leona stood, before getting up himself and approaching. Circling Leona, his sharp tongue dances again. “You’re certainly dressed to impress…” A small roar escapes his throat, before he circles back to the chessboard. “Do you play?”

“Yes, sir” Taking the king's cue, Leona sat down at the seat across from Scar. The two stare at each other for a moment before the lion lets out a yawn. “White goes first.” He huffs and Leona carefully moves a pawn to the center, a classic opener. You go and sit next to your father, giving your boyfriend a reassuring look.

“So tell me…” Scar moves his pawn to the center as well. “What are your intentions with my cub?” Despite how boredly he said it, you could tell how serious he was. Leona remained calm as ever, tail flicking. “To be their loyal mate and give them the best I can provide. They mean a lot to me.”

“Hmph. A daring answer…” Scar snarks (Though you could tell he was surprised by how mature Leona was), and watches Leona make his move on the board. “You’re usually a confident one, show me.” Just then Scar moves one of his rooks in a seemingly random maneuver. “You won’t be able to beat me nor impress me if you play it safe, cub.” He roars. “Bare your teeth…”

The most intense chess match breaks out spanning across an hour, the whole time you watch nervously as sparks fly and gears turn. Maunvers both bold and brazen are played across the board, and in the end, Leona…. Loses. With only the queens on both sides left, it was only a matter of time before one of them lost.

Scar suddenly leans into Leona’s face, snarling. Before you could intervene Leona gets up, snarling back, body ready to fight if needed. Your father then smirks before turning away, feigning boredom once again despite the small smile on his face and the fact that he had a good opponent for once, “Hmph, I suppose you have proven yourself to be worthy of my cub today…” He stretches before letting out a yawn.

“But if you ever want their hand, you would have to fight me for it, got it?” “I look forward to it.”

Azul + Urusla and the Eels.

You and Azul sat across from the table from your mother and your eel siblings as you glared at them. “You two better not say anything…” you warn. “Why I would never!” Jetsam snickers as he eyes a very nervous Azul, sitting with perfect manners and posture.

“Be nice to each other you two…” Ursula lightly scolds. You sigh and sit back, ready for the endless amount of teasing you both would endure, judging by Azul's carefully calculated expression, you could tell Azul was holding back his urge to fanboy at the sight of his idol.

“Now…” Ursula turns around to face you both, mirror in hand and touching up her lipstick. “Let's get started,” she smirks along with the eels who eye you and give a few sinister chuckles. “Hey, Azuuul!” Flotsam chuckles. “The little guppy had the most embarrassing crush on you~” “Do not go there.” You warn. “What did you say about him again? That he was super pretty and you couldn’t—“ “Jetsam!” You cut off the other eel as they both snicker, making Azul glance over at you, holding back a smirk.

“Ignore them.” You silently pray that you will survive this. “So Azul…” “It is an honor to meet you, I greatly admire your work.” “I can tell Angelfish, and I have to say I adore the way you run things!” She waves her hands showing her nails. “You and your boys run a tight ship, and I always appreciate a good old-fashioned gentleman to take care of my little guppy here.”

“I'm glad you chose well, child. You know I will always support you no matter who you choose so long as they make you happy. Besides, I know no one would have the audacity to hurt my baby!” Ursula gives a genuine smile at the two of you as you lean into Azul. “Aw, you two are adorable!” Leaning in closer with the eels, Ursula’s grin grows again.

“Come here Azul, I’m sure we have much to talk about,” your mother says as she slides over, makeup brush in hand. “In this family, we always do our makeup together, I hope you don’t mind~” “Not at all, ma’am!” Azul boasts as Ursula starts applying some light foundation to Azul’s features. Your eel siblings slither their way over to you with makeup brushes in their mouths and an evil glint in their eyes and you know you're gonna look like a clown by the end of the night.

The rest of the night was spent well, doing makeup and talking about all sorts of things as if Azul was already a deeper part of your family. He even sasses back Jetsam on a few occasions (probably due to experiences with his own eels) and you knew he would fit in just right.

Jamil + Jafar

To say that your father wasn’t all that pleased that you got with Jamil was an understatement. He was an intelligent and strong artisan, yes, but that doesn't erase what he did during book four! At least that is his excuse, you have a faint idea however that your baba doesn't want to see you grow up however, given the fact that he seems fond of Jamil compared to most others…

You and a sharply dressed Jamil are escorted by a very talkative Iago, who is attempting his best shovel talk as he flaps his wings. “Oh hush Iago,” you roll your eyes out of embarrassment. “He’s always like this…” “I am not!” Iago squawks, landing on your shoulder. “I just can't believe you're coming home with some guy!” “He’s not just a guy, Iago. He’s my boyfriend!” “That’s even worse!”

Sighing, you hold Jamil’s hand, squeezing it as you brave the mirror into the Ramshackle dorm where your father waits. Into the dorm, you immediately see him standing there, and Iago goes to take his place on his shoulder. Tapping his staff on the ground twice, he greets you both. “Child… Jamil…” “Greetings, sir.”

Jamil was in his servant mode, years of being at Kalim’s beck and call paying off. Jafar and Iago stared down at the young man where he stood “Drop the act. I see through it.” Jamil relaxes slightly but still holds his posture as Jafar approaches him. “Hmph. So my diamond brought back the boy who tried to kill them… How do I know you won’t try to hurt them again?” Jafar leans in and glares as Iago gives a smug look.

“I regret what I have done in the past, sir. If I could go back and right my wrongs I would. I do not want to hurt Yuu.” “Hmph…” Jafar held his head high as he sifted through his pockets. “We shall see about that. Follow me.”

Guiding Jamil out of Ramshackle you followed Jafar as he held a device out; two halves of a golden scarab. You could feel Jamil tense slightly at the sight. “ Love is built on the foundation of trust. This device,” Jafar holds them up between his thumb and index finger. “Can only be conjoined when two lovers truly trust each other. When there is no trust, there cannot be love. Only if the beetles connect, will I allow this relationship” He states, face stoic.

“Baba, isn't this a bit much?” You interrupt making Iago squawk again. “You heard what Jafar said!” Jafar merely held up his hands, a signal for silence. “Habibi, you should have nothing to fear if you both truly love each other.” A small grin threatens to rise to his face before he closes his hand into a fist and opens his palm revealing the halves. “Take one.”

Jamil reaches over and grabs one half of the mechanical beetle as do you. “Hold them next to each other. You grab onto Jamil's empty hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you feel his heartbeat speed up. He was nervous, and so were you. Swallowing you both look at each other, ignoring how Iago snickers as you hold both halves of the beetle to each other.

For a brief moment, nothing happens and your heart sinks, before Jamil’s half twitches and connects with yours, activating your side. The beetle suddenly glows, shooting a beam of golden light into the air briefly before its wings flap. Jafar reaches his hand out and allows it to fly back onto his palm.

“It seems you have passed. It will be wonderful to have another talented mage in the family.” The sorcerer remains stoic as Iago’s jaw hangs on the floor. “Now, come in. I will prepare a pot of tea.”

You didn't tell Jamil that when he left Jafar asked if you see yourself getting married to him.

Vil + Queen Grimhilde

Queen Grimhilde was always… stiff. She seldom expressed her emotions, and she rarely was physically affectionate, but you knew she loved you in her own way. You remember her awkward hugs to your child self and how she always pushed you to be your best.

So when it came time to introduce her to your boyfriend Vil, you were nervous. You didn't know if she would show her more brutal side or if her strictness may come off the wrong way when she expresses her opinions on your relationship. It did bring you both comfort to know that the Queen admired his own strictness and ideals.

In his best dress, Vil entered the Pommefiore commons which was bare due to the presence of the Queen who admired herself in the hand mirror she carried, her Raven sitting on the table next to her. You remember her saying she couldn’t bear to be in the Ramshackle dorm any longer. Come sit.” She commands, gesturing to the chairs next to her at the fancy table she sat at, not taking her eyes off the mirror.

You stiffly sat down, making the Queen glance at you as Vil curtsied before sitting down gracefully. De-materializing the mirror in thin air she placed her perfectly manicured hands on top of each other, resting them on the table, Raven started to flap her wings and went to perch on your mother's shoulder. “So, you are the one dating my child, I must admit, I’m more impressed than I thought I would be.” She states giving him a once-over.

Grimhilde raises a brow, then looks at you, pouring a strange sparkly tea into a cup and bestowing it to Vil, before pouring one for you as well. “Drink up.” She commands again and you and Vil pick up your saucers your teacups sat on and took a sip with your best manners,

“Tell me, why should I entrust my child to you?” A flash of light seemed to flicker in Vil’s eyes as he spoke. “I will cherish them every day of our lives together, they mean the world to me.” “And you will not hurt them?” “I wouldn’t dream of it, your highness.”

Lifting her head up and crossing her arms she asks another question, one Raven crows at. “What do you love about them, about my Yuu?” Grimhilde ran her fingers through Raven's feathers as her gaze seemed to burn through you and Vil. “Everything. I am completely infatuated with Yuu.” Vil’s eyes widen slightly at the blunt response he gave, at which Grimhilde wears an evil glint in her eye as she continues.

“And you child. Do you love, no, do you trust this man?” A sudden force came over you, and it was like you couldn't formulate your own words. “With all my heart.” “With all your heart…” She repeats, almost impressed. “Well, that's a start... Now tell me. What do you love about Vil? What do you see in him that you want?”

As you try to formulate a sentence you sputter slightly making realize what that sweet liquid you drank was: Truth Serum Tea. “I see someone who always gives his best. A young man who always looks out for others in his own way. Someone that will love me as much as I do him.” There was so much more you wanted to say, so much more than the truth serum beckoned out of you, yet you didn’t know how.

“And you, Vil?” “I see someone I can be my true self with. Someone I can let my guard down with. Someone I can truly trust.”

'Hmm… That concludes this test, for now.” Raven crows in response as you let out a sigh of relief. “I shall brew you the antidote, now Vil.” She adds some powder to into the teapot and mixes it with a golden spoon. “We have much to talk about,”

Idia + Hades

“Nice to see you're doing charity work by dating him.” “Be nice! I love him!” You sighed, knowing well that your father would make getting a lover exceptionally difficult. “I just can’t believe you’re falling head over heels for some guy!” “He’s very kind to me!” “Oh please, he's a guy!” Hades spat. You knew introducing Idia to him would be… interesting.

Idia was practically shaking as you both walked hand in hand to Ramshackle, he was already an anxious person in general, and now he has to meet his partner’s (Who was already way out of his league beforehand) father who happens to be LORD HADES?! It was a wonder he hasn’t fainted.

“Oh hey, you're finally here.” Hades spoke standing in the doorway of Ramshackle, smirking when he sees Idia. “Please, do come in…”

Idia sat at the table, Pain and Panic sat between you and Idia per Hades orders and he “doesn’t want to see any canoodling between to two of you.” Floating over to his seat Hades stretches before leaning in. “Soooo…” Hades looks between the two of you. “Tell me again, kiddo why did you choose this one again?”

“Dad! I told you he treats me well and is very nice to me! He’s a really sweet guy!” Idia’s hair flickers with pink highlights for a second before he looks away “Right, I don't see it. I see a very cowardly Panic wannabe here, personally.” Man, he never expected Lord Hades, Thee Lord Hades, to tear into him this is so embarrassing.

“Okay so listen here kid, what do you want from my kiddo, huh? What's your deal?” “Well, um, I” Hades looks unimpressed at you. “I really love them, you know…” Idia practically whispers without realizing. Hades nearly drags his hand over his face.

“Alright then, kid. Let's try this again, what do you want with my ember?” “I um” “Come on, say it with your chest!” “I can't say it with my chest if you keep interrupting me!” Idia snapped before covering his mouth with a horrified expression. You stare at your dad and then at Pain and Panic who looked at each other in horror. A moment of silence passes before Hades smiles.

“There we go!” Hades laughs. “There's a bit of punch, a bit of bite, you lacked. I knew there was more to you. Keep it up and you just may be in my good graces yet,” Hades laughed, making Idia relax.

The two seemed to hit off very well, as they occasionally sassed each other in their conversations, even conversing with Pain and Panic as well. “Aaah srry for my awkwardness you were always a big inspiration for my growing up…” ”Oh is that so? Well don’t stop there, praise me more!” (There are lots of times where Idia talked about Tech Hades didn't understand)

It is safe to say Hades sees Idia as a good kid and is welcomed to the family.

Malleus + Maleficent

To say that Malleus was surprised that his distant ancestor watched over you was an understatement, even more so when she invited him out for a walk to get to know him, promising Lilia they will catch up later. Is the Thorn Fairy inviting him? This was a huge honor, especially since she wants to congratulate you on your relationship together.

Deep in the forest of Ramshackle stood Maleficent in all of her glory as she admires the world around her, finally free to roam. The fae looked back to you and Malleus, face carefully neutral as Dival flocked from your shoulder to hers. “You’ve arrived. We have much to talk about, it appears you are a great-grandson of mine?”

“Indeed I am, Mistress Maleficent.” “There is no need for formalities. Now tell me all about you and my Dragon-Child.” Malleus gave a smile and you leaned into him, before Diaval let out a crow, as if telling you to stop.

The four of you took your time walking the forest trail that Malleus adored, you listened as Malleus updated the Thorn Fairy on all the history that has taken place since her reign, the well-being of Briar Valley, and Lilia, her old friend. “Still can't cook after all these years?” “I am afraid not.”

“It seems you and my child have grown close. Usually, I would be against anyone dating my child, but you aren’t just anyone, are you? Tell me, what made you love them?” Malleus's eyes widened slightly as he thought for a moment. “Well, everything.” He finally answered after a while.

Maleficent smiles down at Malleus as Diaval looks between him and you. “And you will take care of them?” Diaval asks in his crow voice. “I would do anything for them,” Malleus answers strongly.

“Congratulations you two on finding each other, I am happy to see how your relationship will flourish. And finally... Yuu?” the fae asked gently “Yes?” Maleficent approaches you and bends down to hug you. “I can now truly welcome you into my family as well my child… Just do not tell the other six…” You let out a chuckle before returning the hug tenfold.

“Now tell me, when do you both plan on getting married?” You speak for Malleus, trying to get your mother to drop the subject. “Oh! Well, we haven't gotten that far yet—“ Maleficent will understand but will also now give you all sorts of courting advice on dragon fae. Diaval and you see right through her though.

The rest of the seven are secretly salty

[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Lipstick from @into-the-jeggyverse (August 26)

Word count: 740 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern AU)

⚠️ Warnings: alcohol consumtion, gender identity issues

Regulus finally managed to get out of the argument about what kind of cheese was the best, which started a whole fight between Sirius and Dorcas, with Remus, James, and Peter as collateral victims. He was out of the madness until they started throwing wine at each other like last time and staining his white shirt again. He walked out of the kitchen of the apartment he shared with James, wanting to go to the balcony to get some air. Instead, he found Marlene, Lily, and Pandora in the living room, on the couch, passing a mirror back and forth and talking about something. Pandora was the first to notice him, and she greeted him with a big smile.

"What are you doing here?" Regulus asked, sitting down in one of the armchairs.

"Marlene brought a whole box of lipsticks from Paris!" Lily said excitedly, pointing to the black round box on the table. "It’s Chanel, can you believe it?".

Lily had a deep red lipstick in her hand, an extremely alluring and elegant shade. For a few seconds, Regulus had been absolutely spellbound. It was beautiful. The shape reminded him of his mother's expensive lipsticks, but she always preferred dark and sober colors. When he was little, Regulus would go to Walburga's room to watch her do her beauty routine, but he would immediately be kicked out. "Boys don't need to concern themselves with women's business," was what he was told before he was sent to his father's office to learn how to be "a proper gentleman." Marlene, with an enviable tenacity, immediately noticed the twinkle in the boy's eyes.

"Do you want to try one too, Regulus?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer but directly handed him a small rectangular box.

Regulus hesitated at first, but curiosity tingled through his body. Pandora gave him the mirror, and Lily showed him how to use it. Regulus gulped. He didn't know why he was so nervous; maybe it was because he could hear Walburga's voice in his head again, telling him to stop with this nonsense. Swallowing hard, he opened the lid, rolled off the lipstick, and revealed an even more intense shade of red than Lily's. His hand was shaking slightly, but he placed the mirror in front of him and carefully applied a layer to each of his lips before pressing and rubbing them together.

An even stranger feeling crept up inside him as he looked in the mirror. It was something hard to explain, but it felt warm and nice, like it was meant to be. The girls complimented the perfect color match with his pale skin and his glossy black hair, but the boy couldn't really hear anything around him. He just wanted to touch that reflection a little, to feel its closeness as if it were another human in front of him, not himself. It had been James' voice that had woken him from his reverie.

"Reg, honey, I don't know where I put the corkscrew for..." James said as he was walking into the living room, stopping in mid-sentence when he got a better look at his partner. "Oh, wow... I see I'm interrupting. Sorry, it's just... this shade really suits you well."

Regulus lost himself again, looking James straight in the eyes. He didn't seem disgusted that he, a man, was wearing something so feminine. His chest filled with heat again. Would he have reacted the same if Regulus grew his hair longer as he had wanted for some time? Or if he would wear that skirt he bought a long time ago and kept hidden in the back of the closet, fearing that someone would find out about it? Regulus took a napkin from the table and hastily wiped his lips.

"We were just fooling a little," he said, getting up from the armchair while wiping the last traces of red. "The corkscrew is in the top drawer; I'll go get it."

Regulus wanted to hand the lipstick back to Marlene, but she waved her hand in the air, insisting on keeping it.

"It catches you better than me, Reg; just take the bloody lipstick," she said with a knowing smile on her face.

Regulus gave her a confused look but chose to just nod and put the lipstick in his pocket, thanking Marlene for the gift before heading back into the kitchen to look for the missing corkscrew.

P.S: This microfic is inspired by my experience as a genderfluid person. Everyone's journey in discovering their own gender identity is different and unique. You can read this how you want. Just remember to love yourself even if you don't feel like you don't belong anywhere.

[synnamonroll666]

Natural Instinct

Pairing: Nightwolf X Fem!Reader Description: After a long hike in the woods, you and Nightwolf stop to enjoy the nature around you... Among other things... Warnings: Body Worship, Size Difference (Short Reader, Tall Nightwolf), Shy Reader, P in V, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Public Sex, Fluff. Word Count: 1.8k A/N: This was written for @mornandil. I hope you enjoy it, Buddy. 💖 Main MasterList: 🖤

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I walked with him—hand in hand—between the trees, enjoying the nice summer day. Daily nature walks were important to him. He said they were the way to keep him connected to the Great Spirit. He was always so appreciative of nature and all the small things around him. That was something about him that I admired.

After thirty minutes, I had to lean up against a tree to catch my breath. It wasn't that I was out of shape or anything. It was just the heat of the sun that was beginning to get to me.

"J-Just a minutes." I breathed as I began tugging at my shirt to get some airflow going to my body. Nightwolf approached my side, his eyes watching me intently with admiration.

"So beautiful, glistening in the sun. Like morning dew drops on a flower." He sighed before kissing my forehead tenderly.

I huffed a laugh while raising a brow of question at him: "You find sweaty ol' me beautiful?"

"A goddess," he corrected me while tucking his index finger under my chin to lift my face so I'd meet his gaze. "A goddess who deserves the world. I thank the Great Spirit each day that I have met you."

"As do I," I murmured, softly pressing my lips to his for a long and passionate kiss.

When he pulled away, a large smirk soon formed on his lips.

"You know, I never really noticed how tiny you are until seeing you in front of this big oak tree, beautiful."

"Oh, I am not." I scoffed with a playful roll of my eyes.

Though my attitude was soon washed away, because before I knew it, my man was lifting me up by the waist to pin me to the tree. I froze in his arms, stunned by this random turn of events. My arms and legs wrapped around his large frame tightly, as if I were afraid of falling. But I knew he would never drop me.

"See? So small and light, like a twig!" He teased with a deep laugh rumbling in his chest.

My eyes narrowed at him, though I was not mad. In fact, I loved how he manhandled me. Due to my height, many could, but something about the way he held me was just different. 

"What are you going to do about it?" He asked as his little smirk grew with amusement.

It took me a second to figure out my next move. And once my mind was set on it, I began to lean in while whispering a very subtle "This."

I placed my lips upon his once more, only this time it was a lot more sensual than the last. Something in the energy around us shifted into something less playful and more passionate. Before I knew it, his hands were coming up to tangle within my hair, adding to the heat of the moment.

But as this moment continued, I could feel more and more that Nightwolf was holding back. There was always that fine line between us—the one that made him feel nervous about crossing any boundaries with me, making him the perfect gentleman at all times.

However, I knew that I needed more than what I was receiving. So, as reluctantly as ever, I pulled away from the kiss to gaze into my lover's sparkling eyes.

"You can go further, sweetheart." I insisted while caressing his cheeks tenderly. "I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He questioned. There was a look of uncertainty in his eyes. It melted my heart completely and only made me want him more.

"Go ahead, Nightwolf." I encouraged him while taking his hand in my own and moving it to my left breast, right over my heart. "Take what's truly yours."

His fingers flexed over the flesh for a moment as he contemplated which actions he would take next. Then he slowly moved his hands down to the hem of my shirt, carefully tugging it up. Clearly, he was going slow just because he was waiting for me to change my mind. But that wasn't going to happen.

Once my shirt fell to the ground, his hands brushed over my delicate skin. His touch was as light as a feather, ghosting over the flesh with uncertainty until he finally felt as if I was comfortable enough for his firm touches. The way his fingers pressed into my skin, admiring every inch of my chest, had me shuddering in delight within seconds.

When he felt a little more bold, his digits met the waistband of my pants. Slowly, he pulled the fabric down, my pants and underwear falling to the ground to meet my shirt after I kicked off my shoes.

Despite being naked, I felt no chill. Though the heat of the sun was intense, I felt as if it was mostly the presence of my lover that had me feeling hotter. Then he picked me up again, but this time he laid me down on a small clearing of grass between trees. The feeling of the fresh earth touching my flesh was soft and made me feel somehow happier than usual.

I gazed upon him as he stood towering over my form, watching over me as he began to remove his vest. Soon after it was discarded, his jeans followed suit. The sun shone brightly behind him, making him look like some kind of angel before me. Then, as if the few minutes between our contact had been an eternity, he fell on top of me to capture my lips in a starving kiss.

His tongue pried my lips apart to meet mine in a dangerous dance, while he lowered himself enough so his whole body could cover mine like a warm blanket. Though this action caused his throbbing member to brush so delicately across my mound. The slightest of friction made him subconsciously jerk his hips into mine, earning a soft whimper from my trembling lips.

He pulled away from our heated moment to press his forehead against mine while looking me in the eyes with love. His voice came out as a smooth whisper, like a soft breeze by a gentle sea.

"Are you ready, my love?" He asked before reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes, I'm ready." I sighed, as I was already in some euphoric state just by his presence.

Just a second later, I could feel his tip prying me open. He entered me at a slow pace, each inch pushing me wide open, sending a sharp sting to surge through my core. He knew this, and as soon as he was filling me to the hilt, he stilled his hips to allow me to adjust. He whispered sweet words of praise to me as he waited patiently for me to tell him I was ready.

"Such a beautiful, stunning angel." He murmured softly while running his fingers through my hair to caress my scalp. "You are doing so well so far."

"I-I think I'm ready, sweetheart." I whispered shyly as a faint blush tinted my cheeks.

I was never too keen on speaking my mind, especially when in these situations. But Nightwolf always encouraged me to be my full self with him and always speak my mind. If I wanted something, it was mine. I just had to ask for it.

With a nod of his head, he slowly pulled out and remained at the same speed as he pushed back in. There was a certain gentleness to his touches that no other man in my life could ever come close to. He was so sweet and kind to me. Each touch of his fingertips were like tiny drops of water sent to me from heaven to tame my ever-lasting thirst for him.

He was so slow to pick up the pace, as if he were still being careful to test the waters. Though when his tip pushed gently into that sweet spot, causing me to release a soft moan from my lips, his hips began to move faster.

I gripped his shoulders, and the sounds I produced for him acted like a talisman made to activate the wild animal within him. He pressed his forehead against mine—a way he said connects our consciousness and truly makes us one—and began whispering something in his native tongue.

As his eyes fell shut to enjoy the moment, my eyes lowered to catch a glimpse of his stunning body. The way his skin glistened under the afternoon sun, his black hair fell gracefully over his shoulder, and his hips and waist moved instinctively to push us closer to the high we wished to achieve mesmerized me.

Each time his thick tip kissed my sweet spot, I could feel myself falling closer to the edge. It was so intense, it was almost scary. But in all the best ways. 

The way he twitched within me was telling me that he was close as well, and before I knew it, he was slamming his hips into mine hard and strongly. He did not falter once, making me feel every ounce of pleasure I could milk from him.

Suddenly, we weren't in nature—we weren't anywhere. It was just me and him. That was all I could focus on. The way I fluttered around him must have told him that I was near my end as well. He began moving with a new sense of 

"Come for me, love." He groaned in that deep, lustful voice that would send shivers down my spine with each word he spoke. "Come undone under my touch. Show me how much you enjoy this."

As his beautiful voice sank into my mind like a drug, I cried out for him, my voice echoing through the trees and becoming one with nature. My eyes slipped shut, but all I saw was him in my mind, towering over me like some kind of god. He held me close as he worked me through my high, eventually reaching his own and filling me while he let out hoarse grunts and groans, soon finishing by calling out my name like a prayer.

When we finished, he collapsed on top of me. Our sweaty bodies tangled together and did not dare to move one inch. I could feel him softening inside of me, but he still didn't pull away. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear—how he wanted to enjoy this moment forever and never wanted to let me go.

The nature around us flourished like our love as we relaxed in our post-orgasmic daze, and I could feel nothing but pure peace within my beating heart. I knew that it was all because of him, and I couldn't have been happier.

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[wolfiesmoon]

There's a first time for everything

yuuji x fem!reader

i think yuuji's birthday recently passed...💕

i didnt plan this on purpose and i haven't been keeping up much w jjk but i do know it's kinda gone to shit rn (gege why do you hate your own story sm😭)

i say we keep living in blissful ignorance ☺️🤞🏻

He checked his phone for what felt like the hundreth time. It's about 5 minutes until the agreed meeting time.

He fixed the edge of his shirt, looking at himself in the reflection of the café window. He looks good. But what if you don't think so? Ugh, it feels like his nerves are going to kill him any moment.

Why is he even nervous at all? You've been his friend for a while now, he knows you're a great person. But... this is the first date he's ever been on... how can he not be slightly worried?

He never really thought of a girl like that before he suddenly caught feelings for you. When you told him you felt the same way, he was happy but unsure how to treat you from now on. What do you do with a girlfriend? Even calling you that felt a little foreign. Not bad at all, just strange.

So that's how he ended up awkwardly asking you out on a date after being educated on girls by Nobara.

Gojo got excited and ended up giving Yuuji love advice before he left for the meeting spot, but something gives Yuuji the feeling that Gojo's advice isn't the most reliable on the field of love. He'll probably just stick to listening to his cursed energy manipulation advice.

You should arrive any minute now.

He gripped the boquet of flowers in his hand, another piece of advice given to him by Nobara.

"Yuuuuuuji!" he heard your voice from behind him, turning around to see you running to him, wearing the most cute outfit he'd ever seen. He nearly forgot to breathe when he saw you.

"Hey. You look so handsome today! Love the shirt!" you smiled at him, glancing at the flowers he was holding. You feel kinda cheeky, complimenting him like that right out of the gate. Now that he's your boyfriend, you get that priviledge.

"You too! I mean, not handsome, I think you're cute! Unless you like to be called handsome..." he laughed a little to cover up his awkward mistake. You didn't seem all that mad about it though, which was a relief. He wanted to say so much more about how absolutely adorable you look, but it could possibly come on too strong. Atleast he thinks it might?

"Here, for you!" he swiftly handed you the flowers, grinning widely at you.

"Oh, thank you! I love them!" you smiled down at the flowers. He breathed a sigh of relief. Nobara chewed him out thorougly when he said he doesn't know your favourite flower so he ended up having to guess which boquet you'd like.

"Should we..." he turned his head to the entrance and you nodded. He went over to the door and held it open for you.

"Oh wow, you're such a gentleman." you entered the café, waiting for him to enter behind you. Okay, you called him a gentleman. He must be doing something right. He followed right behind you, trusting that you'll pick the perfect spot.

The two of you sat down in a nice, cozy spot, with you sitting across him. You really got a good look at his face, noticing he looks slightly nervous. Oh, he's so cute.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous yourself, so knowing you weren't the only one made you feel much better. The very beginning of the relationship is always the most awkward. It can only go up from here though, right?

Your hand slowly moved up and across the table to hold his hand which was placed on the table. He jumped slightly when your hand touched his but then grinned widely at you, gripping your hand back. Both of your hands were sweating like crazy.

You were about to start a conversation when the waiter showed up, smiling sweetly when he noticed your intertwined hands on the table. The two of you placed your orders and you waited for him to leave before trying again.

"I was really surprised when you asked me out on a date all of a sudden. Not in a bad way." you squeezed his hand slightly.

"Well, it wasn't exactly my idea, I'll admit that. But! You're my girl now, so it's only natural!" he squeezed your hand back, which hurt a little because he squeezed too hard.

You felt your cheeks heat up when he called you his girl. You could definitely get behind him calling you that from now on.

A silence fell between you, but it was not an uncomfortable one. You just looked into his eyes and he looked back into yours and it all felt right. You felt comfy and safe around Yuuji, even before you officially got together. But now you feel a different kind of comfy around him. One more laced with excitement and newfound affection.

Is it kind of corny? Sure, but it's what you feel. And you're sure he feels the same way, too.

The waiter placed down your drinks and the pastry you ordered for yourself, interrupting your lovey dovey trance.

"Thank you." You said quietly, a bit flustered that you got so lost in Yuuji's eyes you didn't even notice the waiter.

The waiter smiled at the two of you knowingly before leaving to take other's orders. You get the feeling he's amused by the two of you, not in a malicious way, though.

"Sorry I came last minute. I was worried about whether I'd look good in this outfit." You turned back to Yuuji and admitted bashfully. You spent way too long looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you overdressed or underdressed for the occasion. If the hair was too much or not enough.

"Why? You look amazing." He said it with such a casual tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"If you say so, then I'm inclined to believe it." you said after a short silence. He's a simple, honest guy. And that's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

"I would never lie to you!" he grinned happily, taking a sip of his drink and taking a moment to admire you. Wow, he's never really noticed your beauty until now. Back when he first started crushing on you, your looks weren't even that big of a factor, surprisingly. He found himself thinking about the way your laugh sounds or how you always make him feel happy and excited to be around you.

"You're looking at me weird, Yuuji." you narrowed your eyes dramatically. Although you were just exagerrating for the sake of fooling around a bit. You were sipping on your own drink, pleasantly surprised by how nice it tastes. Yuuji suggested the place, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Oh- I am? Hehe, sorry." he felt kind of embarrased at being caught staring at you like that. It's like he zoned in on you completely for a moment there.

You took a bite of the pastry you ordered and the colorful flavour immediately started dancing around on your tongue. This is very tasty!

Yuuji kind of wished he could take a photo of the expression you made the moment you started chewing on the pastry. The way your eyes lit up was simply magical. Now that he thinks of it, you've always made that face when eating the foods you like most. He's noticing so many things he's never thought about before, and it's both overwhelming and exciting.

"Yuuji, want a bite?" you asked sweetly, taking notice of the fact he was looking at the pastry.

"Yeah, sure." he isn't going to lie, he's interested in it too. He just has to ask the waiter for another pastry fork, right? His hand moved upwards to catch the waiter's attention when...

"Say ahhhh."

He looked back at you, wide eyed. You're holding out your fork over the table and smiling innocently.

"Uhhh..." he felt kind of mortified for some reason. He supposes it's because it came out of nowhere. You never did this when you were friends, but then again, he's pretty sure friends don't feed eachother. Are you pulling a little prank on him or do you actually want to feed him?

You looked at him expectantly, worried that you might have come on too strong. If he doesn't want to, you'd respect it, of course.

When he looked at the fork, he gulped. If he did eat off that fork, it would kind of be like a kiss, wouldn't it? Since your lips touched the fork before...

He takes the plunge and eats the pastry off the fork, eyes screwed shut as he tries not to think about the indirect kiss too much. If he's getting this flustered over an indirect kiss, how is he going to...

Oh, even thinking about it has him turning red!

"How is it? It's really good, right?" you wanted to know his opinion, too.

"It really is." he found himself enjoying the flavour too. Maybe the pastry tastes even sweeter because he's with you. Nah, that's way too cheesy. He's not saying that.

.

"Well, that's that. I really enjoyed being with you today."

The two of you exited the café. You were about to part ways when Yuuji remembered Gojo's love advice. Initially, he wasn't actually going to do it, but now he kind of wants to try it, as nervewracking as it is to ask.

"Wait. Before you go... can I kiss you?" he looked like he could implode any second now.

You froze, feeling butterflies rapidly hatching out of their cocoons in your belly. You weren't sure if you really heard him right, getting the sudden urge to pinch yourself to check if this is a dream. But judging by how red his cheeks are, you heard him perfectly well.

"I... yes, yes you can." you smiled awkwardly. You didn't know where to look at this moment. But you did know that you definitely want to experience your first kiss with Yuuji. There's no boy you trust more than him.

After getting your confirmation, he awkwardly grabbed your arms before closing his eyes and leaning towards your face. Internally, he's praying really hard he won't miss your lips. "I, uhhh, I've never kissed anyone before. So don't be mad if I mess up." he mumbled.

You screw your own eyes shut, feeling like you're about to explode from anticipation, waiting for his lips to touch yours. "It's okay. I've never kissed someone before, either." you whisper dreamily.

When his lips met yours, it felt kind of weird. You definitely need to get used to the feeling. But it certainly isn't bad.

You tried to wrap your arms around him to deepen the affection, but as soon as your lips joined, they were already seperating. He pulled away from the kiss, running his hand across his lips as if he was confirming the kiss wasn't just a fleeting dream.

"I'm sorry... I kinda got cold feet there. Not because of anything you did, though!" he assured you. His entire face was tomato red. How cute.

Kissing a girl feels weird. Well, not just a girl. His girlfriend.

"..It's okay, I get it. Thanks for the date and I hope to see you again tomorrow!" even though you said so, you were a bit dissapointed internally. You really wanted to feel that exciting, tingling feeling for a few moments longer.

You're sure you will again, soon enough. You almost want to pull him back and initiate your own kiss but you turn around and start walking away, turning back to wave at him happily and clutching the boquet in your other hand.

He waves back with equal enthusiasm. He's very relieved that the date went well. Now that you're almost gone from his line of sight, he relaxes his shoulders.

For how long have they been tense, anyways?

"Wow... she really is mine." he mumbled to himself. It feels like he's sealed a promise of many great things to come with that kiss.

[chvnnie]

This position is starting to hurt Jisung’s knees, the cool hardwood floor bleeding through his thin sweats. The ache is starting to travel up his thighs, body clenching as the discomfort starts to warp into pain.

But it’s too risky to move. It’s important to stay as still as possible, moving only his arms. Only when absolutely necessary.

SUGGESTIVE - MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: STALKING, PERVERT BEHAVIOR

In his defense, he didn’t think you would be home so early. Your schedule is drilled into his brain — did your Wednesday night meeting get cancelled? Why are you back already?

Jisung is tucked behind the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, carefully watching through the small gap. Left cheek pressed to the wall, only allowing him a limited view.

A good one, nonetheless.

Less than three feet away, a floor length mirror is mounted to the wall. You stand in front of it, carefully removing the jewelry you wore today. The dress you have on is one of his favorites — a little too short for work, hugging your body and showing off your beautiful curves. He likes that he can see the outline of your upper thighs, how it squeezes just beneath your chest to make your tits look extra perky.

It’s the dress you wore when he first met you. Sitting at a high top table in a fancy bar downtown, chatting with two coworkers of yours. You gave him a warm smile while placing your order. A dirty martini, extra olives if he doesn’t mind. So polite, so delicate. When you took the glass from him, your fingers touched. And Jisung knew he wouldn’t be able to shake you.

He doesn’t usually do things like this, but there’s just something about you. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever dreamed of. Even if you were unaware of it, you were his, and that was never going to change.

You reach behind your neck, undoing the clasp on your dress. Next came the zipper, the sound sending a delicious chill down Jisung’s spine. As quietly as possible, he picks up the polaroid camera by his feet. Positioning it in the gap, watching through the little window, waiting for the perfect shot.

It comes when you’re wiggling yourself out of the dress, pink lacy bra on display. Fuck, is that providing you any support? Your nipples are visible, pointed from the cool air hitting them. God, you’re breathtaking.

Click.

Quickly, he takes the picture from the camera and drops it to the ground. Readying himself for another shot.

And oh, look at that. Matching panties. Maybe a little too small, judging on the way they’re hugging your ass. But oh how pretty they look on your soft skin. You turn, allowing him a back shot. Click.

He gets a few more shots; one of you leaning in, checking your makeup in the mirror. Another of you adjusting the bra, fingers cupping your covered breasts and head rolling back. As if enjoying the feeling of your touch.

Finally, you step away from the mirror, walking into the ensuite bathroom and shutting the door. Jisung groans quietly as he stands, legs going numb from crouching on them for so long. Grabbing his bag, he quickly (yet carefully) throws the camera in there, filing the photos into his special little album.

All the pretty shots of you.

He’s out of your bedroom, leaving no trace that he was ever there. In and out with ease, every single time. And you’re none-the-wiser. Even if he’s being a little careless today, rushing out so he can get home. Running a bit behind the schedule of his own.

///

Jisung fidgets with the cuff of his blazer, fastening and unfastening the little gold button over and over. Why is he so nervous? This should be a breeze for him; it’s not like he’s ever been on a date before.

But when he sees you walking towards the table, the same warm smile you gave him months ago painted on your face, it all makes sense.

He’s quick to stand, moving around the table to pull out your chair. The perfect gentleman.

“Thank you so much.” You say, sliding into the seat and allowing him to push the chair is. Only when he is seated do you speak again. “Jisung, right?”

God, his name sounds so pretty coming from your lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” You pick up the menu, carefully flipping through it. “I have to admit, I am a little nervous.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve just…” you take a deep breath, huffing out a small laugh. “I’ve never met someone off a dating app before.”

Jisung makes a little “ah” sound, picking up his own menu. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Absolutely.”

“Neither have I.”

His heart is soaring, the laugh you give so full. Happy. “Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

You’re so sweet, funny. The way you focus on him when he speaks is something he’s never experienced before — it’s like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. In him. You laugh at the right moments, ask all the right questions.

Never has there been a more perfect person for him. Jisung has known that for months, but this is just confirmation.

Within a blink, the two of you are sharing a cheesecake, huddled over the small circular table. He takes a risk, offering you a bite from his fork. You take it, wrapping your lips around it as you blink up at him. Moaning as the chocolatey taste hits your tongue.

“I don’t do this, but-“ you smile playfully at him. “-would you want to come home with me?”

Jisung reaches across the table, cupping your face to wipe the bit of cake on your chin away.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

a/n: i wrote a filthy smut part but…lemme know if we want more

[fredsnumberonewife]

can u do ur a transfer student and fred sees u and it’s kinda love at first sight? and him asking u on a date :)

Love at first sight.

Today was the day that Hogwarts new transfer student y/n y/l/n arrives. Everyone had spoken about this for weeks on end and finally the day arrived. You were extremely nervous about joining Hogwarts. after your parents divorced you had no choice but to move and start a new school.

Fred Weasley Hogwarts biggest prank king was excited to meet you. The thoughts of all the pranks he would try on you swam through his mind. Putting bright blue hair dye into your shampoo , putting puking pastilles into your morning juice. The list could go on. And today he finally got to meet you.

The second his eyes found you he was smitten. Your long hair the way your eyes sparkled in the sunlight. You were perfect . ‘‘your drooling a bit there fred.’’ George teased. ‘Oh shut up.’’ Fred couldn't wait to speak to you!

Today was your first day you stared lessons. Fred had sat next to you at the Griffindoor table. He had offered to show you around all your lessons today and give you a tour of Hogwarts. You had agreed the school was rather large and not a simple place you can easily adjust to.

He spent the most of the day finding things out about you. You had asked him about himself. It felt nice that for your first day you had someone who you could speak to a friend. However Fred's intentions were not to become your friend he wanted ro be much more. He knew deep down though that would take time.

‘‘If you wanted i could take you into hogsmeade this weekend and show you around town.’’He offered. ‘‘Are you asking me on a date Mr Weasley.’’You teased hoping that his intentions were asking you on a date this weekend. ‘‘If that's what you want then what kind of gentleman should i be if i declined.’’ He teased not wanting to seem like he was desperate despite that fact he was. ‘‘Well then it's a date.’’

You both walked back to the common room saying your goodnight goodbyes to one another. That night you both had the best sleep ever with an exciting feeling for the weekend. Your first day couldn't have been better.

[burningstrangerkingdom]

Gentleman

Carlos Sainz x reader (+ Esteban Ocon)

Notes: Based on the song Caballero by Alejandro Fernandez

Summary: Carlos uses his opportunity to confess you what he'll do if you didn't have a boyfriend.

Of course, he had been looking at you in the paddock, multiple times, and all of them made his stomach twist when he saw you, each time, holding Esteban's hand.

He could not prevent a feeling of jealousy from eating away at his mind, and yet he had never tried anything, being faithful to the principles of chivalry that his family had instilled in him throughout his life because although he and Ocon are not great friends, the simple fact of being co-workers made Carlos put all his effort into respecting his relationship and staying away from you, putting his head over his heart.

However, as his drink was running out and the club lights reflected beautifully on your figure, he decided to act on his feelings for the first time and approach you while Ocon was distracted with some of his friends.

"Hola Y/N, mind if I join you?",Carlos came over to your table while you were playing with the stirrer for your drink, giving you a little start.

"Oh my God, Carlos!", you said with a smile at recognizing him, "sure, the seat is yours"

"Did I scare you? Where is your boyfriend to protect you?", he said playfully.

"Oh, he's out with Paul and Eric to do I don't know what," you chuckled, "do you want me to go find him and tell him you want to talk to him?" You innocently offered to help him.

"No, Y/N, this is just perfect", he said getting closer to you.

"Why?" You were really intrigued as he never did as much as waving and sending you little smiles in a long time, sure he seemed nice, but you never really had the oportunity to approach him till tonight.

"Because that way I can tell you a secret," he said moving closer to you and his charming nature made it impossible for you to move away from him, "do you want to hear it?" ​ "Sure".

Mesmerized, that's how you felt right now, the worst of it being that you couldn't identify what had you in that state, whether it was the lights of the club, the considerable amount of alcohol you had already consumed, or the company that provided you by the man you had in front of you

It was no secret how attractive the man from Madrid is, and although it will sound bad since you are in a relationship with one of his acquaintances, you were not immune to the Spanish man either and sometimes you found yourself thinking about him, of course you cleared those thoughts from your life for the sake of your relationship, and even though that tactic had worked for you for a long time, right now you couldn't help but feel nervous and excited by his closeness.

"You're extremely gorgeous", he began to reveal, waiting for your reaction..

Although his statement surprised you, you were even more surprised by the automatic response that fell from your lips: "That's not a secret, Carlos".

He chuckled, and continued, ""You're right, the real secret is a consequence of your beauty", he paused again to verify that you were still paying attention to him, happy to see that it was so, he continued "And it's just that, if you didn't have a boyfriend, I would make a move with you", he finished maintaining eye contact.

At that moment you were infinitely grateful not to be able to see your own face, being sure that it was a mixture of surprise, disbelief and blushes. The news caught you off guard, because although you were flattered that the Ferrari driver felt that way about you, you were also doubtful about it due to your drunkenness and his friendship with your boyfriend.

Carlos must have read your mind perfectly, because he took up the subject again, "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetie", he stopped to fix a lock of your hair, "Esteban and I are just co-workers".

"But, how - why?" Was the only thing you could blurted.

"Y/N, how come you haven't noticed that you have the whole paddock at your feet?", he smiled seeing the confused look on your face, "Mi bonita, I have to tell you that I'm not the only one who thinks that way about you, and, sadly, I am not the one who is lucky enough to have you by his side and be able to call you his".

In your state of disbelief, Carlos could tell, that your beauty increased, and seeing no sign of discomfort on your part, he saw the perfect opportunity to bring out what he had been keeping for so long in the depths of his heart.

"That's the story of the worst of my defeats", by now he was way to close to you, "Not being able to touch you", he made a gesture of caressing your arm but stopped, "Not being able to kiss you", he looked at your lips with desire, "And not being able to make love to you."

You felt so oberwhelmed by your own enotions and the passion he radiates, you were able to just admire his motions and couldn't help to bite your lip imagining the picture that his desires paint for you, as bad as it sounds, you were willing to accept whatever he proposed to you, in your thoughts there was only his name and his effect on you was now also reflected in the humidity of your intimate part.

Briefly diverting his intense gaze from your figure, Carlos could see how the figure of your naive boyfriend began to approach you, making him continue his confession. "As a gentleman, right now I can't do more about my feelings for you, but at least you know that the control to change this is in your hands, my precious Y/N".

And just like that, he slowly walked away, leaving you to question not only what had just happened but also to search for clues as to the background of those.

How long had Carlos been feeling this way? Why did he tell you today? What would have motivated him to do it? Do you feel more than an innocent crush for him? Those and more questions ran through your mind while you finished the remains of your bottle in an effort to calm your mind, which partially worked since for a few moments you could focus only on the burning that the liquid left in your throat, that until you felt an arm resting on your waist, making you jump in shock.

"Ready to go home, baby?"

"Yeah", you directed a little smile at him, "I think I need some sleep".

Actually, the last thing you did that night was sleep, you spent the time tossing and turning thinking about the love dilemma you now found yourself in and how the direction it takes depends entirely on you.

Thank you so much for reading, any kind of interaction is highly apreciated

[deadbydangit]

I found you recently 🌸

Can you do Pyramid Head, Ghost Face, and Legion (Frank) with an S/O virgin, no experience at all and quite nervous about it? 🫣

I'll show myself out 🫡😳

No worries at all, I'm going to add another killer to it if that's alright. Let's see what I can do. I really hope this is what you wanted. Please enjoy.

With a virgin reader NSFW

Ghostface, (Legion) Frank, Pyramid Head, Deathslinger

Ghostface

He's ready to get down and dirty.

But you've been so skittish about it the last few times he's stopped.

He thought you were nervous about being fucked by the great Ghostface that you couldn't handle it.

Once he figures out the truth, then he's a lot more understanding of the situation.

Danny might need some advice from some of the more friendly killers.

Sally and Evan might be the ones to offer advice.

He may be kind of an asshole.

But he isn't a monster.

Next time you go to see him, he puts up the most romantic setting he can manage in the realm.

Flowers, candles, the works.

"Don't worry baby. Deep breaths. I promise I'll go easy. Okay?"

He's obviously holding back.

And it's for you.

He's going to verbally walk you through every step.

"You're doing good."

He's going to play it up a bit.

"God, you're amazing. You feel so good."

He wants to boost your confidence in it.

He won't cum inside or on top of you.

He doesn't want to make things too stressful.

He might not be a pro at aftercare.

But for this special moment, he's really going to try.

Water, a warm bath, anything you'd like.

He's so proud of you for overcoming your fears.

He is going to cuddle you all night.

That part isn't an option.

But you can't say no to his cuddles.

Legion (Frank)

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Yeah, he's got a lot of experience.

But he remembers his first time.

He remembers the jitters and anxiety.

But he also remembers how his partner wasn't making it special or easy for him.

He is going to make it special for you.

As much as he'd love to fuck you in the snow or by the fire place or some other crazy location, he won't.

At least, not this time.

He'll take you to the bedroom.

And Frank will take extra measures and make sure the rest of the Legion members know what's going on.

They'll find somewhere else for the night.

They're understanding enough to give you and Frank privacy.

He'll start with some kisses.

Slowly trailing them down your body.

And he'll ask you before he does anything

"I'm going to take your shirt off, okay?"

He really is a gentleman about it.

And he will sing praise to you the whole time.

"God, you're beautiful. I mean just look at you."

He could tell you were finished, so he pulled out early.

He didn't get to finish, but that was okay with him, he can take care of that later.

Right now, it's all about you.

Ask him to get you whatever you want and it's going to be there.

He'll tuck you in and wait there till you fall asleep.

He just can't figure out how he ended up with someone as perfect as you.

Pyramid Head

Oh. Really?

He was so touched to hear of your purity.

His own special angel.

But he really wishes he wasn't your first.

Everyone is small compared to him.

Naturally, he's going to be big.

He also isn't too well versed in human needs.

He won't know what you need if anything should happen.

What if he hurt you?

He'd never forgive himself.

Just the idea of hurting his angel made him weak.

You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

And, if you'd rather try it some other way, he'd be happy to help.

And, maybe that would be a better start.

Let's start with just fingers?

That sounds safer.

At least till you've both gotten a better feel for it.

He'll ease in one finger and start moving.

Nice and easy.

You tell him if you want more or less.

He's here for you.

He is rock hard, but he can take care of that later.

He can tell when you're finished.

He's going to hold you to his chest in the sweetest hug.

He can't believe you'd give him your purity.

He might not have taken your flower, but that's something you both could ease into.

Until then, this was nice.

Deathslinger

Caleb can be a little rough at times.

But with how much his body can ache he's usually pretty soft.

But now he's going to go softer.

After all, you get this only once in your life.

His place isn't the most romantic, so going to at least try and make the room more comfortable.

Cleaner sheets, cover up that big open window with whatever he can find, provide some lighting.

And he's going to find you some flowers before hand.

You deserve it.

"Now Darlin', you tell me if anything hurts. You promise me that."

He's a bit strict about it. But he really just wants to make sure you're enjoying yourself.

And, more importantly, that you're safe.

He'd prefer to be on top, but if that scares you too much, he'll take the bottom.

He's going to guide you through it the best he can.

"You settled in. I'm going to start moving, okay?"

He'll keep praising and kissing you as he goes.

Anything to make you feel better.

He isn't going to drag this out.

He'll make sure you finish before he does.

And, as much as he would love to, he won't cum inside of you.

That might be too much the first time.

He'll sit you down next to him, make sure you're feeling okay.

Need anything? He's got you covered.

"Now lay down Darlin', you did real good."

And he's going to stay awake till you fall asleep.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Mr. Right

A/N- Sorry for my weird hiatuses 😂 i keep having to take breaks from work overload and a few other things in my personal life but hopefully i’ll be getting back into writing soon :p i’m getting Eddie brainrot back and i’m so happy about it 😍

Summary- Robin sets you up on a blind date with one of her friends, but he thinks you’ll be a much better match for someone else…

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian *tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added*

Word Count- 4.7k

Steve sighed after fixing up his hair for what felt like the hundredth time as he sat, waiting for any sign of the friend that Robin had sent to meet him. He was no stranger when it came to dates, but this had been the first time he’d ever gone on a blind date.

Robin said she’d be perfect for him, she was nothing like any of the other girls he’d been on dates with or flirted with. Which was perfect, considering how him trying to find himself a date never really worked out very well in his favor. But he trusted Robin.

He was just hoping he wasn’t set up with someone who was completely the opposite of his type. All he was hoping for was someone that at least acted normal. He needed someone to help make his life feel normal again.

He looked around the restaurant to try and spot you but to be honest he didn’t really know who he was looking for. All Robin told him about you was that you were a really cool person and you had a lot of different hobbies and interests, but she was hoping that you being opposites might help the attraction a bit more.

Steve almost jumped as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, and he gave you a kind smile as he saw you standing behind him.

“Are you Steve? I’m (y/n), I’m Robins friend.”

You were pretty, he couldn’t deny that. But once he saw you he felt like there was something off.

“Hey! Yeah, that’s me, it’s nice to meet you.”

He stood up from his chair and kindly shook your hand, guiding you to the other side of the table to push your chair in for you. Wether this would work or not, he still wanted to make a good first impression.

There were a few moments of awkward silence between the two of you as you sat across the table from one another, and Steve almost let out a sigh of relief as soon as he heard you start to talk.

“I’m guessing this is your first blind date too?” You asked him with a smile.

“Yeah,” He said with a laugh, “It’s alright though, i trust Robin. How do you two know each other?”

“We were best friends in elementary school, my family moved a few towns over freshman year but we still stayed in touch. What about you guys?” You asked.

“We met working at the mall together. I guess once you’re forced to work together in stupid sailor suits you’re friends forever.”

You shared a laugh and you felt a bit of blush rise to your cheeks.

Robin wasn’t lying when she told you that Steve was a good looking guy, not really your type, but he did have a pretty cute smile.

“So did Robin tell you anything about me?” You asked him, reaching for the glass of water across from you and taking a sip.

“Not really,” Steve said with a nervous laugh, “she said you were pretty-and you are-and she also said that she thinks we’d be a good match, but i think that’s about it.”

“She told me she thinks we’d be a good match too! I guess we should see if she’s right, what kind of stuff do you like? Music, movies, i wanna hear it all!”

“Oh no, i want to hear about you first!” Steve said to you, always the gentleman, “Tell me about yourself.”

“Alright, let’s see…” You racked your brain trying to think of some of the basics of yourself, “I really love music, it’s a big part of my life. Bands like The Cure, Wham!, and Huey Lewis and The News are some of my favorites but i think my favorite genre has to be heavy metal.” You said with a giggle.

“Really?” Steve asked with a smile, his eyebrow raised in curiosity, “You don’t really look the type to listen to music like that. Not that you have to look a certain way to listen to music, i’ve just got a friend who’s into that kind of music and you can tell almost instantly from the way he looks.”

“I get that a lot.” You giggled, “Most of the time for work or even when i’m meeting new people i like to just dress up… ‘normal’ i guess you could call it. I know that style isn’t for everyone so i wait until someone knows my personality first before i show them that side of myself. I’m sure your friend knows how judgy some people can be just from seeing that kind of style on someone.”

“Oh yeah,” He smiled, “unfortunately he knows those types of people all too well. But i know he’s a good person, just like i’m sure you’re a good person.”

You smiled to one another for a moment before the waiter came by for your orders, and after he left the table with your menus there were a few awkward moments of silence. As to be expected on any first date, especially a blind first date.

“So, what kind of music do you listen to?” You asked Steve, taking another few sips of your drink.

“I suppose it’s similar to yours, it’s really a bit of everything. Of course i like The Cure, who doesn’t, but i also really love Duran Duran, Beastie Boys have some great hits, and INXS too! I guess i’m just an average guy with an average music taste.” He said with a laugh.

“There’s nothing wrong with that!” You smiled, “Everyone likes what they like! As long as they’re not judging other people i feel like having an average music taste or a unique one is all the same.”

Steve nodded, sharing the same opinion as you. Maybe this blind date wouldn’t be as bad as he imagined.

“Alright, so we’ve got one thing we agree on! What about movies? Favorite movie, least favorite movie, genre?”

“That’s a good one! I guess i would have to say my favorite genre is horror. I love all different kinds of movies but horror has to be my favorite.”

Steve nodded as he listened to your response, though he did have a thought at the back of his mind.

From the way you’re describing yourself, it seems like you’d get along with Eddie a lot better than him.

He thought you were a really nice girl, very pretty obviously, but just based on interest he was surprised Robin didn’t try to set you up with Eddie first.

“What kind of movies do you like?”

You asked Steve, interrupting his train of thought.

“I guess if i had to pick a favorite genre, i’d say those goofy teen rom coms. You know, Sixteen Candles, Dirty Dancing, Can’t Buy Me Love. I don’t know what it is about those movies but they just reel me in you know?”

You giggled at his response, not hearing that kind of answer from other guys that looked like Steve. Handsome, put together, he was someone who seemed like he had a cool exterior at first but now that you were getting to know him he seemed more and more like someone you would be friends with. It’s not that he wasn’t cute or he wasn’t charming, he had those two boxes checked off quite easily, he just wasn’t normally your type.

The waiter soon returned to your table with your meals and throughout the night you and Steve shared a few laughs and funny stories with one another. Steve was someone you would adore being friends with, and you knew exactly why Robin was his friend too. Not to mention it gave her someone to pick on throughout the day, she needed someone like that. But you thought this was a blind date? Those friend feelings arose halfway through the night, you two had a decent amount in common and just enough differences to keep things interesting but throughout your dinner you just didn’t get that spark that usually happens on dates. To be honest, you were hoping that Steve was able to pick that up too.

Nothing worse than picking up on the wrong signals.

He cleared his throat gently to get your attention back to him as you finished your dinners and you looked up to him once more.

“You know…” He started, a nervous laugh on his lips, “I think it’s quite funny that Robin thought you and I would be a perfect match, not that i don’t think we would be! It’s just that,” He let out another laugh, “You’ve got much more in common with another friend we have, i’m surprised she didn’t set you up with him instead.”

You smiled to him, knowing that he wasn’t meaning anything bad by it, but this mystery boy he was mentioning definitely caught your attention.

You had never really been introduced to people with the same interests as you, especially a boy, given the small town you lived in. But it was nice knowing that Robin and Steve knew another person you would get along with. And you wanted to kick Robin for not setting you up with this metal boy.

“That’s alright! I mean given the fact that he’s Robins friend, and yours too, i’m sure i’ll meet him eventually.”

“You definitely should! You know, i don’t know if it’s right of me to tell you about another guy while we’re on a date, but i think you two would get along pretty well.” He said to you with a smile.

“I don’t take any offense to it. You know, to be completely honest with you,” you leaned in close to him and lowered your voice a bit, “i’m kind of glad we both agree that we didn’t really feel those ‘relationship’ feelings you know? You’re a great guy, but you’re someone i think i’d get along better with as friends.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Steve smiled, “I’m also glad you’re the one that brought it up, i didn’t want to be the asshole that told you i just wanted to be friends on the first date.”

You giggled and picked up your water glass to clink with his,

“How about we agree that this isn’t a date, it’s more of… making a new friend?”

Steve smiled and picked up his glass, gently clinking it with yours in a cheers,

“To making new friends!”

The two of you smiled and sipped your drinks, Steve setting his down and calling the waiter over for the check,

“Since this did start out as a date, i feel it’s only necessary to still be the gentleman and pay. BUT, i need you to do something for me…”

You cocked your head to the side and shot him a strange look,

“What’s that?”

“You need to come and hang out with us all next week. It’ll be fun! We usually go to my place, or Robins, there’s going to be a bunch of us there. Including that guy i was telling you about, and a few of our other friends. You in?”

You thought it over for a moment.

It would be nice to see Robin again, and of course you’d love to hang out with Steve. Not to mention that metal boy would be there.

“Id love to! It sounds like fun.” You said to him with a smile.

“Awesome! You free on Friday?”

“Sure am.”

“Perfect, let me get you my address and phone number just so you know where to go.” Steve grabbed the pen on top of the check and wrote his address and number for you onto the back of the receipt, handing it to you, “There. And if you lose this until then, i’m sure Robin knows exactly where to go.”

“I’m excited! It’ll be nice to get to hang out with you and Robin, and meet some new people too.”

“You’ll fit right in with everyone, they’re gonna love you.”

Especially Eddie, Steve thought as he stood up from the table and quickly made his way around to pull your chair out for you, earning another giggle from you.

“Still a gentleman, hm?”

“Always.” He said to you with a smile.

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“So, tell me again how you met this girl?” Eddie asked Steve as they walked through Steve’s home into the living room.

As always, Eddie was the last person to arrive, but everyone else expected it from him. It had happened too many times for it to not happen tonight too, even when Steve said he had a girl for him to meet.

“Robin set me and her up on one of those blind date things, but we’re better off as friends. YOU, however, would be perfect for her so you’re lucky i like you enough to invite her over so you can meet her.”

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes with a smile, but as soon as the two turned true corner he froze as his eyes laid upon you.

You were sat between Robin and Nancy on the floor, talking about got knows what when Argyle cut in and got a few giggles out of the three of you.

Steve shot Eddie a strange look as he saw him standing awestruck in the hall,

“You alright?”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s collar and quickly pulled him back into the hall, eagerly whispering to him to keep from the rest of you hearing,

“THAT is the girl you brought for me? HER?”

Steve cocked his eyebrows, thinking he somehow had done something wrong from Eddie’s tone,

“Yes?… Is that a bad thing?”

“Bad thing?!” Eddie peeked back into the living room to get one last look at you, seeing your pretty smile and your bright eyes, “Steve you’re telling me you got set up with a girl that looks like… THAT?! And you WERENT interested?”

Steve smiled, finally hearing the mixture of nervousness and excitement in Eddie’s voice,

“No, she’s not my type. But i know she’s your type so i asked her to come along for tonight. She seemed to like you from what i told-“

“What did you tell her about me?” Eddie said, quickly cutting off Steve mid-sentence.

“I just told her you had similar interests! Same taste in music and movies, plus she’s got a cute smile and i know you love it when girls have a cute smile.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my girl that way.”

“Your girl?” Steve laughed, “You don’t even know her name yet.”

“…Well what’s her name?”

“Go ask her!” Steve said, pushing Eddie back and grabbing hold of the back of his jacket as he walked the two of them into the living room.

As soon as you looked up towards Eddie with that pretty smile on his face he knew he wouldn’t even be able to say ‘Hello’ to you.

The rest of the group welcomed Eddie with all smiles, Robin giving him a quick roll of the eyes,

“It’s about time you showed up, we were thinking you were just gonna skip out.”

“Of course he wouldn’t!” Steve said happily, letting go of his grip on Eddie’s jean jacket but still keeping his hand to the middle of his back, “Eds, this is (y/n), she’s Robins friend.”

You smiled to Eddie as Steve introduced you and you gave him a little wave from your spot in the couch, your cheeks blushing the sweetest shade of pink as you muttered a quiet,

“Hi.” To Eddie.

All he could do was stand before you and stare in awe, that is until Steve brought him out of his trance with a quick smack to his back.

“Hi!” Eddie said to you, nearly shouting.

You giggled a bit seeing how clearly nervous Eddie was just from being in your presence, and it was cute just to see how he acted before even officially meeting you.

Eddie was definitely how Steve described him. Tall, long hair, pretty brown eyes, and from his style it seemed like he would be acting a lot more confident than he was but just from a simple exchange of ‘hello’s you could see right through it.

He was just another shy nerdy boy getting nervous around a pretty girl.

The night went on as it normally did. Everyone talking and sharing laughs, watching movies and listening to music, at one point someone threw out the idea to order pizza and it felt like the greatest idea you’ve heard all night.

Steve grabbed the menu for the local place and with everything you all had wanted to order it would be a lot cheaper if someone went to go pick it up rather than delivering it.

“Well who’s gonna go pick it up?” Johnathan asked the group, but of course no one wanted to leave the party.

You all looked at one another for a moment before Eddie finally spoke up,

“I was the last car in the driveway, i can go pick it up.”

“(y/n) can go with you!” Robin said to him with a smile, and you could see how Eddie tensed up.

You flashed Eddie another smile as you stood up from your place on the couch,

“Sure, i don’t mind. You’ll probably need some help with all the stuff we ordered.”

Eddie smiled and nodded as the two of you got ready to head out, giving everyone a few waves before stepping out into the dark night, the gravel of Steve’s driveway crunching under your feet as you made your way down to Eddie’s van.

The walk was slow and quiet, but as you approached the van Eddie quickly picked up his pace, taking a step in front of you to open the passenger door for you, earning a smile from you.

“Wow, what a gentleman,” You said with a giggle as you climbed up into the passenger seat, “thank you, that’s sweet of you.”

“Well i think a pretty girl like you should be treated like one.” He said to you with a smile before shutting your door and making his way over to the drivers side.

You could see the pink covering Eddie’s cheeks the moment he shut his car door. And as much as you wanted him to be the one to initiate a conversation you knew that he was probably just too nervous to. So adorable.

“You know, you’re a lot like Steve described you.” You said as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Really?” He asked you, “Nothing too bad i hope.” He laughed nervously, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter.

“Oh no! Nothing bad, i promise.” You said with a giggle, watching every so often as the streetlights illuminated his face beside you, “He said you and me were pretty similar actually.”

Eddie smiled, cocking his eyebrows as he looked over to you,

“Really? Us?”

You nodded and looked down to your lap, trying to hide the lightest blush on your cheeks. You knew the darkness around you would hide it but still, you didn’t want him to see how much he made you blush.

“So tell me about you then, what kind of stuff are we into?” He said with a smile.

“Hm…” You thought for a moment, smiling to yourself as you remembered the same conversation you had with Steve not even a week ago, “Well, i really like horror movies. Especially the ones from the 70’s, like the types of movies with all the gore and the really bad effects.”

“No way, pretty girls aren’t into that kind of stuff,” He said with a laugh, “i feel like you’re messing with me.”

“I’m not!” You giggled, “Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Eaten Alive, movies like that are my favorite.”

“Alright fine, but there’s no way we’ve got the same taste in music, i don’t think i’ve met any girls that listen to the same bands i do.”

“Well let’s hear some of the bands you like, i’ll tell you if i’ve listened to them.”

“Alright, um…” Eddie racked his brain to think of the most listened to cassettes in his collection at the moment, “Annihilator?”

“I really liked their first album! But i wasn’t really a fan of Crystal Ann.”

“Wow, i didn’t think that would’ve been a band you were into.” Eddie said with a smile, turning down the street, “Let’s see… What about Metal Church?”

“I love them! I think they might be my favorite band to be honest with you.” You giggled.

You thought you could hear Eddie giggle along with you under his breath, and you were hoping to hear it a few more times that night.

For a boy you quite literally just met, he was just so enchanting. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

Eddie pulled into the parking lot of the pizza place and as you unbuckled your seatbelt he stuck his hand out to stop you. They were calloused but still so soft on top of yours.

“Don’t worry about it, i’ve got it sweetheart. You just sit there and look pretty.” He said to you with a cheeky smile.

You playfully rolled your eyes and smiled as you sat back into your seat.

Eddie made his way inside with the money and you watched him pick up the pizza boxes and set a few brown bags on top of them, quickly bringing them back out to the van and setting them in the back before jumping back into the drivers seat.

“That was pretty quick,” You giggled, “you didn’t need to rush back out here.”

“Sure i did.” He smiled to you as he started the van up again, “I got a pretty girl waiting in here for me.”

You smiled back to him and turned yourself away, feeling the heat rising on your cheeks as you blushed. He was a bit dorky, but at least he was honest.

The drive back was quieter than normal, though Eddie only had himself to blame. For some reason, whenever you tried to start up another conversation he would give you short answers, not really sure how to continue talking to you. It wasn’t anything he meant to do with ill intent, he loved talking to you, but the boy was just so nervous around you.

Sure, you had wonderful conversations on the drive up, and the things he learned about you were only making him fall harder for you, but he was worried if he was thinking too much into things.

You had the same taste in movies, music, and from what he could tell you seemed like a genuine person. If you were Robins friend he knew that for a fact, but since she thought you would work better with Steve he was curious as to how he was holding up with you.

Did you like him?

Were you giggling at him because he was being cute and funny or because you felt like you needed to?

Was it a step too far calling you pretty so many times?

The boy felt love struck. Like he was experiencing his first crush all over again. He didn’t know what it was about you, but he was wrapped around your finger without even knowing it.

As he pulled back into Steve’s driveway, he finally addressed the silence on the ride home,

“Sorry, i know i was kind of quiet on the way back…” He said with a nervous laugh.

“It’s ok! Don’t be sorry, i was just worried i said or did something wrong.” You nervously smiled to him, hoping that wasn’t the case.

“Oh, no! No, you didn’t say or do anything, i’m sorry. I don’t know why i was so quiet on the way back. Honestly i think it’s because you make me a little nervous…” His sentence trailed off, hoping that you didn’t hear his last few words. Eddie didn’t want to seem like the type of guy who got too scared around girls to even talk to them.

You smiled to him and glanced over at him from the side,

“I make you nervous?” You giggled, Eddie smiled again hearing your laugh.

“A little…” He admitted. He never felt this vulnerable to quickly but with you it just felt so natural.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me! I think you just need to get to know me better.”

“Yeah…” A sudden thought popped into Eddie’s head, one that he knew would either make or break whatever possibilities of a relationship he had with you, but he had to make his move sometime, “I guess you’re right. How about next week we can get to know each other better? Just you and me?”

“You mean like a date?” Your sudden question threw him off. He was shocked you seemed so eager for him to ask, and the little twinge on excitement he heard in your voice was enough to confirm his suspicions that he made the right choice asking you.

“Yeah, like a date! Robin told me you live a little ways out of town but i don’t mind driving out a little bit. How about i pick you up at 6 on saturday and show you some of my favorite places around town?”

You smiled and felt a bit of blush rise to your cheeks, but you didn’t care if Eddie saw it,

“It’s a date.” You leaned over and before he could even give you a proper response, the gentle peck on his cheek was enough to make his face red.

You giggled and quickly jumped out of his van, him slowly following after you as he grabbed the food from the back.

The rest of the gang were waiting inside for the two of you, and they would’ve questioned Eddie’s strange demeanor had they not been starving and waiting for their food. Johnathan and Argyle were the first ones to start scarfing down the pizza as Robin and Nancy took out the rest of the appetizers and Steve grabbed some plates.

You wandered over next to Robin to help set up the rest of the food and Eddie wandered off to get some drinks when you felt a nudge on your arm,

“So?” Robin asked, “How was your ride with loverboy?”

“Shush!” You nudged her arm back with a smile, “And it was good. He’s taking me out on a date on saturday!”

Steve cut into your conversation as he set the plates down next to you,

“See! I told you they’d be perfect for each other.”

“Alright, fine, sorry.” Robin said with an eye roll, “I’ll never bother setting you up with someone ever again.”

“Woah, i never said that.”

“You just have to set him up with people that are similar to him instead of the opposite.” You said to Robin with a smile.

“My bad for trying to play cupid, can we just eat?” She gave you and Steve another eye roll but you both

Eddie wandered back over to the table and grabbed two plates, making himself one along with one for you with two cans of soda under his arms,

“(y/n), come sit with me?” He asked you with puppy dog eyes, holding up the plates to convince you further.

Steve and Robin watched as the two of you sat at the living room table, a conversation quickly starting up between the two of you on the couch but they were respectful enough to not try and make out whatever it was you were talking about. They’d see how things worked out eventually.

Steve smiled as he saw the two of you getting along so perfectly already and leaned over to Robin,

“You really thought i would make a better match for (y/n) than Eddie? Look at them, they’re perfect together.”

“They really are, aren’t they?”

Robin smiled, watching as Eddie slipped his jean jacket off to show you a few of the tattoos on his arms.

“You know i guess you didn’t do too bad playing match maker,” Steve said to her, “you just have to wait for the matches to sort themselves out.”

“Yeah, i guess this one just worked itself out for the better.” Robin looked around at the rest of the group, seeing Nancy sitting with Argyle and Johnathan, doing her best to keep the two of them from making an even bigger mess. She laughed to herself and nudged Steve, motioning him to look over at Johnathan and Argyle sharing a laugh,

“You think that’ll ever work itself out?”