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Reunions Embrace ~ HYJ
WORD COUNT: 2.1K
GENRE: idol!AU, established relationships, SMUT MINORS DNI, blow job, unprotected sex, reader taking care of the prince as deserved,
PAIRING: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024
⤜MASTERLIST
The moment Hyunjin stepped into the house, a sense of tranquillity washed over him, filling every corner of his being with a comforting embrace. The home had been completely transformed since he left as if his absence had somehow imbued it with an even greater sense of warmth and homeliness.
The living room was bathed in the soft glow of evening light filtering through the blinds, it felt like peace compared to the bus he'd been cramped on for months. The coffee table had a vase of fresh cut flowers placed in them, so fresh he could smell them from the doorway and his body began to relax completely but the one thing putting him into a complete state of relaxation was the smell of cooking. Not just any cooking but Hyunjin's favourite meal that was greeting him, instantly warming his heart as he went toward the kitchen in the hunt for you.
In the kitchen, he found you standing by the stove, your sleeves rolled up as you tended to a pot simmering on the stove. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of his favourite meal, a comforting blend of spices and flavours that instantly transported him back to simpler times.
"Hey, you're home!" You exclaimed, rushing over toward him and instantly wrapping your arms around him, his arms snaking around your waist as his head rested on the top of your head. This was what peace was, this was everything he ever wanted in life. To come home to you and this hug. He held you close, feeling the warmth of your embrace chase away the lingering chill of his travels.
"I've missed you so much," he whispered, his voice filled with longing and affection. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to hold you and he wasn't planning on letting go so easily. You smiled to yourself, letting out a happy sigh as you snuggled your head into his chest.
The two of you spoke almost every day whenever you could but it was hard when his schedule kept him so busy on tour, but you understood the risks of dating someone in his career and you accepted them. As long as he continued to come home to you, that was all you cared about.
Slowly pulling back you looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with joy and love, you were almost afraid if you looked away he would suddenly disappear.
"I've missed you too," You replied softly, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, it had grown so much longer since the last time you saw him and you knew it was going to be irritating him sooner or later.
As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude for having you in his life. Despite the distance and the challenges you faced, you were always there for him, supporting him and loving him unconditionally. No matter the rumour going around you stood by him, waiting for him to tell you his side before ever passing judgement. Always there to care for him whenever he was sick or overworked, you were always there and he couldn't have been more grateful for you.
"I can't believe you cooked my favourite meal," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"You really are the best." He kissed the top of your head as you grinned up at him, your eyes shining with happiness.
"Well, I wanted to do something special for you," You said, your voice filled with warmth as you slowly went back over to the stove to make sure everything was cooking nicely. You had a whole night planned out for him and it wasn't going to end with just the meal,
"Welcome home, my love." You whispered as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder while he stood with you and you cooked. And at that moment, as you stood there together, surrounded by the aroma of his favourite meal and the love that filled the air, he knew that no matter where his travels took him, he would always find his way back to you.
After savouring every last bite of the meal you'd lovingly prepared, he felt a warmth spread through his body unlike any he had experienced before. It wasn't just the delicious flavours that filled him with contentment, but the knowledge that each bite was a tangible expression of your love and devotion. As he leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. The worries and stresses of his time away seemed to melt away with each mouthful, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude for the love of his life sitting across from him.
"Wait right here," You whispered, your voice soft and soothing, you walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his temple and smirking to yourself.
"I have something special planned for you." Without giving him a chance to respond he watched as you disappeared from the room, anticipation fluttering in his chest like a butterfly's wings.
Moments later, you returned, your arms cradling a stack of fluffy towels and a bottle of his favourite bath oil.
"Come with me," You said, your voice a gentle melody that beckoned him to follow, almost like a siren's call and he was up in a flash, following after you in silence.
Together, you ascended the stairs, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. As you reached the landing, you led him into the bathroom, where the air was heavy with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus.
With tender care, you began to fill the tub with warm water, the sound of rushing water a soothing symphony that filled the room. Once the tub was filled to the brim, you poured in a generous amount of bath oil, the fragrant aroma enveloping you both in a cloud of tranquillity.
"You don't have to do all of this for me," He mumbled a little, guilt weighing on him as he thought about all of the efforts you were going through for him. He'd been away so long and yet you were still doing all of this for him and a small part of him felt as though he should be the one to do this for you.
"I want to, I missed you and want to take good care of you," You told him as you glanced over your shoulder, reading the look on his face easily and sending him a reassuring smile.
"But-"
"No buts, I want to do this and I will," You said sternly, making him chuckle a little as you stood up and turned to face him.
"Now, it's time to relax." You whispered as you kissed him softly, slowly peeling off his clothes and dropping them into the laundry basket inside the room. Continuing to strip him and kiss his naked shoulders as you did so, smiling happily as you watched him sink further into relaxation.
Hyunjin stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm embrace of the water with a contented sigh. You knelt beside him, dipping a soft sponge into the water and beginning to wash away the cares of the day with gentle strokes. As you washed him, your touch was tender and loving, each caress a silent promise of your devotion. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself fully to the sensation of her hands moving over his skin, washing away the tension and fatigue that had accumulated during his time away.
"This is nice," He whispered, his head leaning back against the tub as you continued to wash his body gently. It was the first time touching him in a long time but it wasn't sexual, it was relaxing.
"Lean forward." You whisper in his head, once he does you begin to run the sponge down his back, smiling as your boyfriend fully relaxes for you.
"Thank you," He whispered as he leaned back against the tub, his eyes finding yours and smiling in a completely relaxed state. There was no place he'd rather be right now than right here,
"Anytime baby," You giggled a little, kissing him softly as he slipped further into the water, his eyes fluttering shut as you smiled leaning back against the tub enjoying him back with you.
Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath as he watches your soft lips wrap around his hard length, he couldn't remember how you'd gotten to the bedroom but he didn't care, he was in complete bliss. Your eyes flirt with him as you sink lower onto his shaft and back up again, his moans filling the room as his eyes flutter shut,
"F-Fuck I missed this," He mumbles, his hands clutching onto the sheets as you run your tongue up and down his length, using your hand to stroke what your mouth can't reach as your head bobs up and down, tracing the veins in his skin as you suck.
"Just like that," He moans, his gaze now on you as you looked up at him, humming around him as you continue to suck him deeper, his praises filling you with determination. You wanted this to be the perfect welcome home for him and you were going to do anything for that to happen.
"Ffuuck," He hisses, your pace quickening as you suck him and stroke him faster, pulling off him to spit on the tip before taking him back into your mouth and to the back of your throat again,
"S-Stop...S-Stop," He begs as you pull back, afraid you'd done something wrong but he brought you onto his lap, kissing you deeply and hungrily as he wrapped his arms around you.
"I want to come with you," He whispered as he lined himself up at your entrance, your hands making their way into his hair and you bit down on his lip softly.
"I need you" You whimpered, as he slowly pushed into you, your eyes squeezing shut at the stretch, it had been far too long since you'd been with one another but you needed this.
"Shit, Yn, you're so fucking tight," He groans, his head rolling back against the bed as you sank further onto his cock, letting yourself adjust to his length as you breathed out a happy sigh,
"You're too big," You mumbled to him, rolling your hips slowly moving your hips in slow circles as his hands clutched onto your hips, there was no way he was going to last long, not when it had been too long since you were last together,
"Y-Yn," He stuttered out, he wanted this to be good for you too but he knew there was no chance he could make you come like this, not with how needy he was,
"This is all about you tonight," You breathed out, biting his ear softly as you slowly began to raise your hips only to let them fall again, rocking back and forth on him as he moaned your name out loudly. Your breathing went faster and shallower as you moved your hips faster on him, his hands digging into your hips as he groaned squeezing his eyes shut and trying to list off baseball players to distract him,
"Come for me baby, I missed you." You moaned out, looking down at him as he whimpered, his hips bucking wildly as he couldn't fight it anymore, the urge to come taking over him as he bucked into you, your pussy clenching around him as he thrusts harder and faster into you. Cumming suddenly as he whimpered your name out, sweat dripping down his forehead as you continued to ride him through his high.
"Maybe I should have made you bathe last," You teased, kissing his lips softly as he whimpered, unable to find words to speak at that moment.
"I'll run a fresh one and I'll join you this time," You told him, slowly getting up and smirking as you made your way to the bathroom, your boyfriend's eyes on you the whole time.
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Saffy Lemur's Call of Duty Masterlist
Last updated: 20.12.2023
A/N: Per a few requests, I’ve redone my masterlist to make it easier to navigate the fic categories 💕😊 Original Masterlist
💕💕💕Welcome!!!!💕💕����
Simon "Ghost” Riley-
Smut Blurbs
Simon Exploring Choking Kink
Simon And Throat F*cking
Soap And Ghost Threesome
Using Simon To Get Off
Reunion Sex With Simon
Simon Realizing He Has A Daddy Kink
Simon With A Breeding Kink
Late Nights
You're a Minx, You Know That?
You're Mine
Crying During Sex With Simon Riley
Simon And Yours First Time Having Sex
Simon Riley Doesn't Fuck You, He Worships You
Simon's C*ck Being Nearly Too Big For You
Simon And Jealous Sex
Simon Loving The Sight Of You Being F*cked By Him
Simon Letting You Use Him To Forget About Your Bad Day
Simon Sharing You With Johnny
Simon Is a Giver In Bed
Angst Blurbs
You Can't Leave Me
Dreams
I've Got You, Kid
Simon Wanting To Break Up With You Because He Thinks You Deserve Better
Simon Can't Sleep Alone Without You After A Fight
Simon Having A Nightmare About Losing You
Simon Pushing You Away After A Night Together
Fluff Blurbs
Simon telling you he loves you for the first time
Simon Attempting To Cook For Date Night
Simon Riley Showing You His Face For The First Time
Simon Realizing He Has Fallen For You
Simon's Love Language
Simon Coming Home For Good
"I Do"
Asking Simon What His Biggest Regret Is With You
Simon Loves His Wedding Band
Simon Riley And His Kisses
Simon Excited To Call You After A Long Day
Simon Seeing His Family's First Holiday Ornament
Simon Coming Home To You
First Date With Simon
Simon Waking Up Next To You
Simon Comforting You During A Funk
Simon Telling You He Loves You For The First Time
Wanting Simon's Attention While He's Working
Simon Being Scared to Love You
Dad! Simon Blurbs
Simon's Daughter Introducing Him To Her Class
Simon And His Daughter At The Park
Simon's soft moment with his baby girl
Simon's Daughter and Wife Welcoming Him Home On The Tarmac After A Mission
Simon Doing His Daughter's Hair For The First Time
Simon And His Daughter Who Had A Nightmare
Simon Introducing 141 To His Family
Simon Meeting His Newborn For The First Time
Random One- Shots
Soap, The Matchmaker
I'll Take the Big Blue One!
Innate Desire to Protect
Innate Desire to Protect Part 2
Teach Me How To Ride?
Date With Your Lieutenant
Words of Wisdom
What's Your Favorite Color? (Part 2 to Words of Wisdom)
Simon's Bundle of Joy
141 Boys and Others Multi- Character Fics
Smut
141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Surprising Them With Lingerie
141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down On Them
141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out
141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed
141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them
141 + König + LV Cumming Too Quick
141 + König Where Reader Asks Them For A Baby
141 + König Where They Hurt The Reader During Sex
141 + König Where The Reader Squirts For The First Time
141 + König Where Reader Accidentally Calls Them Daddy In Bed
Losing Your Virginity To 141 + König
141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader to Sit On Their Face
Giving 141 Boys Roadhead
Fluff
141 + König With Reader Who is a Major Cuddlebug
141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back
141 + König x Reader's First Kiss
141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully
141 + Konig Telling the Reader They Love Them for The First Time
141 + König & Alejandro With A GN! Reader Who Dodges a Kiss
141 + König Where The Reader Wipes Off Their Kiss
Catching 141 + König By Surprise With A Kiss
Angst
141 With Reader Who Uses Their Callsign in Emergency Situation
141 + König Where Fem! Reader Gets Jealous/Insecure
141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma
141 + König Rejecting Reader, Then Regretting It
141 + König Telling Reader They Hate Them In An Arguement
141 + König Crying In Front Of Reader For First Time
Headcannons
141+ Alejandro, Rudy, and Konig w/ Pregnant Reader Headcannons
141 + Königs Favorite Positions / How They Enjoy Sex HC's
141 + König Fluff Headcannons
Other
Ghost/Soap/König's Reaction to Reader Pouring Salt in Their Coffee
How the 141 Boys + König react to the reader getting an epidural
141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit
141 + König Where The Reader Finds Out She's Having Twins
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Let Me Love You Like a Woman ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley
minors do not interact! | mdni!
summary: when you come home late from work, you find your boyfriend sleeping in your bed after being away for a few months. and you're more than happy to give him the 'welcome home' he deserves. tags/trigger warning: 18+, f!reader, fluff, reunion sex, oral sex (m!receiving), groping, p in v, cowgirl position, rough sex, dom!simon, sub!reader, cursing, use of pet names ("love", "lovie", "babe", "baby"), author attempts at accents wc: 2k
a/n: wasn’t supposed to be this long. sorry, y'all (or your welcome).
Coming home after a long work day, you kick off your heels with a sigh, your makeup smudged, and your once neatly styled hair in disarray.
You push open the door to your bedroom, only to be met by your sleeping boyfriend curled up underneath your girly, fluffy sheets as soft snores drift through the room. He had been gone for a couple of months while on deployment, and now he was back, taking a nap in your bed. The sight was so bittersweet that you almost began to cry.
Quickly, without much thinking, you took off your work clothes, scrambling to find something cute to wear before retouching your makeup and fixing your hair. You knew Simon wouldn't care about what you looked like, only that he'd be happy to see you, which only seemed to drive you further into waking him up with something nice to look at.
You weren't exactly sure why you felt this way, but as you gazed down at him now, watching his chest evenly move up and down and how his brown lashes fluttered against his cheeks, you realized he made you feel things no one else ever has.
You bit your lip, feeling guilty, as you gently combed your fingernails through his short brown hair to rouse him peacefully; you knew he needed his sleep, but you needed him too!
He grunts deeply, his eyes fluttering open in a confused daze before scanning the room. Once his eyes finally land on you, you can't hold back the wide smile stretching across your face.
His expression almost seems bored as he gazes up at you, but you can tell by how his lips parted slightly and the natural furrow of his brows completely disappeared that he was more than happy to see you.
“I know I should let you sleep," you whispered, not wanting to break the spell of tranquility wafting throughout the room.
“Nah," he croaks, his voice husky and guttural with sleep. "dun't," his hands traveling up the expanse of your hips and thighs, gently urging you closer.
You chuckle softly, moving your body the way he wants as you perch yourself on top of him, resting your hands across his lower abdomen.
"I missed you," you murmured as you leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his lips, making sure to expose the tops of your breasts for his viewing pleasure. Yet he just closed his eyes, his hand reaching up to tuck away a stray hair falling over your face behind your ear.
"Missed ya’ too, luv," he said, his opposite hand reaching underneath your cami nightdress to grope at your ass, squeezing the soft doughy flesh with an appreciative hum.
You beam down at him, rocking your hips against his in a slow, back-and-forth motion and elevating in the deep groan you pull from his chest as his cock stirs to life.
You press sloppy kisses all across his face, giggling at his pretend groan of protest as if the quick jerking motion of his hips doesn't give him away.
"I thought of you every day, y'know..." You whisper against the shell of his ear before nibbling softly on the lobe and descending further down the side of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his pulse.
"Ah' figured y'd," I figured you would. Simon mumbles, almost intelligible, with a cocky, sleepy grin. You giggle, letting your hands roam down the expanse of his body, palming over his semi-erection.
You lean back up, straightening your spine as you tug the seam of his sweatpants down to his thighs, allowing his hard cock to slap against his pelvis. He lets out a long exhale, his hips shifting upwards as he fights back the heaviness pulling at his eyelids.
"Did you think of me?" you breathed, wrapping your soft hand around his leaky tip and twisting, pulling downwards to coat his length in his sticky arousal, allowing for a smoother and more pleasurable glide.
"Dun't act daft, luv," he tosses his head back with another sigh, his abs clenching and unclenching in response to your teasing. "y'know I did,"
You fight back the urge to keep him talking, knowing he's likely still exhausted from his lack of sleep. Yet the way his voice twists and curls around your entire being is still entirely revolutionary for you. You don't even think he'll ever realize the kind of effect he has on you.
“I know," you giggle, making yourself comfortable between his meaty thighs, pressing tender kisses along his cock. "I just like hearing you say it." you nuzzle your cheek against him, unbothered by the wetness sticking to your cheek.
He grunts in response, his large hair cradling through your hair as he holds you against him, rutting himself against your face with deep pants.
You whine softly, gripping the flesh of his thighs as you brace yourself against him as he uses you for his pleasure. “Simon," you protest, trying to shift your mouth closer toward him, but he doesn't budge, only holding your head tighter in his hand.
"Don't move," he growls, his thrusts growing faster against your face as his pants grow louder, his thighs twitching softly beneath your fingers.
"Fock, yer s'soft," he grunts, his fingers curling tighter against the sheets.
Without warning, he lifts your face upwards by your hair, shifting his legs wider as he jerks himself off in front of you.
"Simon," you try again, adding a high-pitched hilt to your voice. "lemme touch you, please?" you beg, the throbbing between your legs growing harder to ignore.
"Yeh? Y'wanna touch me, luvie? Missed this fat fockin' cock, didn'cha?" he chuckles darkly, his groans growing louder as he taps the tip against your wet lips.
"Open wide, luv," he commands, sliding his length deeper inside your obedient mouth, his eyes trained on your cock-drunken expression.
"Ahh, yeah, that's it..." he moans, resting his head back against the pillows, letting go of himself as he grabs the back of your neck with the same hand. "little wider, f'me babe,"
Your cunt throbs at the sounds of his pleasure, mewling in desperation as you lick and suckle, twisting your lips to fit around the girth of his cock. you gag softly as his hips stutter, shoving the tip against the back of your throat, followed by a lewd whine escaping his chapped lips.
"God, yeah, I really did miss yer slutty fockin' mouth," he pants with a fucked out smile, guiding your head in an up-and-down motion, lifting his head back up to watch with a stuttering groan.
"And yer pretty little pussy too, shite! Bet she missed me too, didn' she?" you hum contently, gazing up at him as the sinful sounds of slurping and sucking escape your mouth. You rub your thighs together, your cunt clenching at the words pouring out of him. You always loved it when you got him riled up like this: his brain fogged over and his lips looser.
You nod your head in response to the best of your abilities. He laughs breathlessly at the sight of you before pulling you off of him, hissing the cool air, and making contact with his wet dick.
He smirks at your whimper of protest, "Yeah, yeah, princess." he tugs you back onto his lap by your armpits before smacking the fat of your ass perched over his thighs. "go ahead n' ride this cock, ya' love s'much, then." he snorts, resting his palms on top of your thighs as he waits for you to start.
You huff, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk, resting your hands over his large pectorals as leverage to lift yourself above him. You reach down, slowly jerking him before guiding him towards your leaking pussy.
"There ya' go..." he sighs, massaging your hips just as you begin to sink onto him. "All the way, luvie," he grunts, thrusting upward in his impatience.
You bite back a choked sob, the stretch of him almost unbearable after so long. He lets out a ragged breath of his own, his palms sliding to your ass to part your cheeks as he attempts to get deeper.
"Jesus," he practically shouts, his lips parting wide as his face scrunches together, almost like he’s angry. "s'like yer fockin' stranglin' me."
You mewl in agreement, your nails digging into the skin of his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself from the intense mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Simon," you plead, forcing to sink the rest of the way until your ass lands on the tops of his thighs with a loud 'plap'. You both let out your strangled cries as his tip poked against the deepest part of you.
"God, your little cunny is so perfect," he grunts half to himself, barely giving you a chance to adjust before he's jackhammering himself inside you, his large hands lifting you up and down by your ass cheeks.
He plants his feet higher up on the bed, giving himself more leverage as he fucks into you at an overwhelmingly rapid pace. Debauched wails fill the room along with the fast sounds of flesh-against-flesh and the slick and slippery noises of your combined fluids.
"Oh yeah, fock tha' cock, luv," he moans, slapping your ass once more, followed by a passionate squeeze as he lets you set the pace.
He smiles up at you, the tops of his white teeth gleaming happily as his calloused hands stroke along the supple skin of your body. He drags his palms upward, groping your tits as his hips begin lifting to match your own with sharp and unforgiving thrusts.
"Baby," you squeak, gripping his hands as you bounce faster, peering your eyes open to gaze at his face. Your eyes sweep over his long, crooked nose and his downturned, dark-brown eyes blanketed by long, soft lashes.
"Yeah?" he pants, his eyes peering into yours in a yearning, adoring trance. "Tha' feel good? Hm?" he purses his lips in concentration, angling himself to hit the spongy spot deep inside you.
"S’good!" you let out a sweet little cry, tears forming beneath your eyelids, your belly tightly clenching as you chase the indescribable feeling. "Oh my god!"
"Doin' such a good job, f'me, girly." he let out a low grunt as he gripped your small wrists together in his hand and pinned them against his chest as he resumed his dominant pace.
"Can tell y'gettin' close, luv." He acknowledges as his dick twitches uncontrollably inside of you, threatening to release at any moment. You're surprised he managed to last as long as he has.
"C'mon baby," he pressed with a pleased grunt. "Cum on my cock, I know ya' wan' ta.'" he grins arrogantly as his balls smack against your pussy until he's barely pulling back out to fuck into you.
And like clockwork, you do. It almost surprises you how quickly and seemingly unexpectedly you approach your high. But it shouldn't, especially when you know how obedient your body is to Simon. You cry out for him as you release, drenching his lower half and spraying his abs in a coat of transparent essence.
A deep groan of your name is the only warning you receive before he's flooding your velvety insides with his spunk, his thrusts growing faster as he rides out his high before halting completely.
He softly loosens his death grip on your wrists as he brings them to his lips to kiss soothingly. You open your eyes, whining softly at his rare act of affection. He meets your gaze with his own; his smile is crooked, and his breaths are sharp and uneven.
"Took it like a champ, luvie," he chuckles deeply before sighing and pulling you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, dragging his fingers down the length of your spine before patting your ass.
“Y’d make a good wife...”
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Connected
Namjoon x Reader
Summary: Joon loves the way you take care of him and wants to be as close to you as possible.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, swearing, not proofread
A/N: She finally wrote another drabble! It only took 84 years!🙃(I know it was only like a month, but it was pissing me off) A big thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me a while to get to, I hope you’ll still like it!
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The late evening light that filtered through the bedroom curtains was just bright enough for you to make out Namjoon’s features as you lay against his chest, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.
Two weeks apart hadn’t really seemed that long of a time until you were back in his arms, and suddenly it was like he hadn’t felt you in months. The cozy dinner you had planned together had long been forgotten, finding a far more fulfilling reunion instead in feverish touches and strangled cries of each other's names.
It might not have been the exact way you planned for the night to go, but as you looked up at him in the cool glow of midnight, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening.
“You okay?” You asked softly, noticing the still unsteady pace of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
“Yeah, that was…” He let out a deep breath. “I needed that.”
You caught the thin strain in his voice, the tone you knew he used when he was stressed but trying to hide it.
“Rough week?” You asked, reaching up to comb your fingers through his messy hair.
“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes, leaning into your touch.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.” He laughed humorlessly. “Honestly, I’m so fucking tired, I don’t even wanna think right now,” He pulled you closer, letting his lips brush against yours as he spoke.”Just wanna be here with you.”
You connected your lips with his, parting them at the faintest probing of his tongue to grant him access to lazily explore your mouth.
As you rubbed his shoulders soothingly, he couldn’t help wincing into the kiss as you passed over a particularly sensitive spot.
Feeling him flinch, you pulled away, looking up at him with concern.
“Is something wrong?” You asked.
“I just twinged my shoulder earlier, it’s fine.” He said quickly, trying to brush it off.
“You want me to give you a massage? It might help?” You offered.
“I’ll be fine.” He tried again, leaning in to claim your lips once again, but you weren’t having it, dodging his lips and sitting up on your knees.
“Sit up.” You said, tugging his arm.
“Babe, I’m fine, really.” He argued, following your request anyway.
“Yes, but you could feel even better,” You said stubbornly. “Now let me take care of you.”
He sighed, caving easily to you. “Fine, but I want you here.” He patted his lap.
You straddled his lap without argument, letting him hold onto your hips out of habit, and giving him a quick peck on the lips before setting to work, trying to gently knead out the tension and soreness in his shoulder without causing him any more pain in the process.
You weren’t an expert by any means, but whatever you were doing seemed to feel good at least, earning soft, appreciative grunts from Joon as he let his head droop forward to rest against your chest.
You were always so good to him, so ready and willing to take care of him in any shape or form, whether that was making sure he slept and ate properly, or letting him use your body for his own pleasure. Even now, when normally he would be fussing over making sure you were okay, you managed to look after him as well.
He’d never felt so completely safe in someone’s arms before, so completely loved. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he was beyond thankful to whatever forces had led him to you.
Tilting his head up, he started peppering soft, lingering kisses across the expanse of your neck, sucking lightly at the still blooming marks left over from his earlier ministrations, making you squirm as his grip on your hips tightened.
“Joon.” You whined, feeling the growing weight of his hardening length against your core.
“Hmm?” He hummed, still focused on trailing kisses along your neck.
“I thought you were tired.” You said.
“Who said that?” He said, smirking against your neck.
“You did! Five minutes ago.” You giggled
“That was five minutes ago,” He said, coming back up to your lips. “You were right, I’m feeling much better now.”
He kissed you deeply, rolling you both over so that you were now caged in under him, your legs falling open naturally for him to settle between as his lips trailed down your front.
He loved you like this, all spread out and willing, any trace of shyness or hesitance completely absent from the way you whined out his name again as he latched onto one of your nipples, arching further up into his touch.
His fingers ghosted between your thighs, teasing your wet folds and making you shudder from sensitivity.
His gaze darted back up to your face, mirroring your earlier concern.
“Is this okay?” He asked, suddenly worried about pushing you too far.
“Joon,” You pulled him back down to you. “Stop thinking.”
You kissed him deeply, your hips up bucking against his hand all the encouragement he needed to continue.
He slipped his fingers between your folds again, his movements so soft and gentle as he spread your slick over your cunt, as if it was the first time he touched you.
“Fuck baby, how’re you always so wet?” He said, almost in disbelief. You were literally dripping, making a mess of the sheets beneath you as he toyed with your clit, pulling the sweetest little noises from your lips as he let two fingers sink into your wet heat, curling them inside of you to find the spot that made you see white.
He loved the way you fell apart for him, head thrown back as your eyes closed in bliss, clinging to him for stability as he pushed you towards your release.
He could feel his cock hanging heavy between his legs, twitching and begging for any sort of attention, but he chose to ignore it, focusing solely on the way you clenched around his fingers, your breath stuttering as your orgasm threatened to overtake you.
“Joon.” You tried to warn him.
“I know, Baby, it’s okay.” He breathed. “Let go.”
You let out a choked cry that faintly sounded like his name as you came, your back arching off the mattress and pressing you closer to him as your whole body shook from the intensity of your high.
"You did so good, baby.” He said softly, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple as you came down. “So fucking good."
“Joonie,” You whimpered in that soft tone that made him feel dizzy with need. “Want you inside, please.”
“Are you sure?” He asked gently. “It’s okay if you wanna tap out or take a break.”
You shook your head. “Need you, please.”
How could he deny you when you ask so sweetly?
He drew his fingers out slowly, letting out a deep groan as he wrapped the slick coated digits around his aching cock, jerking himself a few times to spread your wetness over the length as he stared down at the mess he’d made of you.
He guided the head of his cock between your puffy lips, tracing around the outside of your entrance teasingly, resisting the urge to slip in yet, loving the way he could feel you clenching around nothing.
“Joonie!” You whimpered, squirming impatiently.
He chuckled at your desperation, as if he wasn’t already nearly as gone as you were. “Alright, Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
He repositioned himself, hovering over you as he eased himself into your weeping cunt, eyes shut tight as he felt your fluttering walls stretch to accommodate him. He was amazed at how you still managed to feel this tight even after he fucked you less then a half an hour ago.
He forced his eyes back open as he bottomed out, staring down you with complete adoration.
“I love you so fucking much.” He sighed, kissing you softly, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, cradling him even closer to you.
If there was a way to preserve a singular moment to exist within for the rest of your life, this was where Namjoon would want to be; not a single thing in the world mattering other than you and him and the way you connected together so perfectly.
Eventually, he started to roll his hips into yours, earning a soft moan from you against his lips.
He kept his movements smooth and unrushed, not fully chasing his own high, just enjoying the feeling of you around him, the way you sucked him in with each thrust, the way you twitched in his arms when his cock brushed against that gummy spot inside of you just right.
Far sooner than he anticipated, he felt lower abdomen beginning to tense, his hips beginning to speed up as his release rapidly approached.
“Fuck, ‘m close.” He warned through clenched teeth.
“Cum for me, baby, please.” You whispered, clutching onto him even tighter.
Your words were the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, his hips slamming against yours with a sudden intensity as he thrusted as deep inside of you as he could manage before cumming, filling you to the brim and making you twitch with sensitivity.
He slowly fell down on top of you, his head coming to rest against your chest, your positions from earlier now switched, his eyes beginning to droop closed on their accord.
“Are you tired now?” You asked, grinning as you caught sight of his sleepy expression.
He chuckled drowsily. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Good,” You kissed his forehead gently. “Go to sleep, Joonie-bear.”
“I love you.“ He mumbled, letting his eyes fully drift closed.
“I love you too.”
He slept better that night than he had in weeks, knowing he was back in the safety of your arms.
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Kindred Souls (One-Shot)
pairing(s): Erik (Magneto) Lehnsherr x Telekinetic!Mutant!Female!Reader
warning(s): EXPLICIT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, angst, SMUT, fluff, yearning, angst, fluff, p in v sex, reverence, and romance. Erik is rude as hell, but he warms up anyway. Oh yea, edging, too.
a/n: credit to my coworker for the title name, but i hope y’all enjoy this one! this would be my second fan fiction that i have ever written so please let me know if you have any tips & tricks or if you would like to see more! <3
word count: 4.1k
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summary: In this story, Erik, struggling with Charles' death and his new role as X-Men leader, faces unresolved feelings for you. Your sudden return after ten years rekindles their deep connection, leading to a heartfelt confrontation about love and regret. The story ends with an intimate reunion that symbolizes healing and growth, as Erik seeks forgiveness and you offer unwavering support, setting the stage for a shared future.
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It was evening in New York at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and the air was cool and crisp with a hint of winter. The mansion, usually bustling with activity, was eerily quiet since Charles' passing. Outside, the city slept in blissful ignorance of the heavy decisions weighing on Erik's shoulders.
The sky above the mansion was a deep shade of indigo, the street lamps casting a soft golden glow on the surrounding buildings. The bare trees rustled in the crisp breeze, their branches casting long, spindly shadows across the quiet grounds. The mansion itself was a grand, old-fashioned building, its windows dark and silent.
Before he died, Charles had left a will with a profound request: that if anything were to happen to him, Erik would take over as leader of the X-Men and continue their mission to create harmony between humans and mutants. Though Erik wasn't sure if he still believed in this vision, it was something he cared deeply about. Charles had been more than just a friend; he was like a brother. And it was Charles who had seen the depth of Erik's feelings for you.
You were the light that brightened Erik's life, and your absence has left a void that he struggles to fill. The pain of losing you lingers like a shadow, a constant reminder of what once was. He buries his emotions deep inside, masking them with a facade of strength and control, but they never truly go away.
Erik now goes by Magneto, embracing the name as a symbol of power and dominance. It shields him from the world and makes him feel invincible. But at the same time, it creates a barrier that prevents him from facing his own vulnerability. His helmet serves as both a shield from external noise and a cage that keeps him isolated from his own feelings.
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Sitting in Charles' old wheelchair, its leather worn and creaky under his weight, Magneto stared at his helmet. The metallic surface reflected the dim light of the room as he let out a heavy sigh, conveying the weariness in his soul.
He reached out, his fingertips brushing the cool metal of the helmet. With a flick of his wrist, it rose into the air, spinning slowly before his eyes. The power coursed through him, as natural as breathing, yet it brought him no comfort.
"What would you do, old friend?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper in the empty room. The silence that answered was deafening.
He was facing a harsh reality: he had lost your love and with it, a part of himself. His determination to fight for mutant rights often felt hollow without you by his side. The X-Men, who had once seen him as an enemy, now looked to him for guidance with a mix of suspicion and hope. He couldn't blame them; his actions in the past had been driven by his own relentless pursuit of power and control.
Despite the mistrust and fractured mission, Erik clung to Charles' vision. Though it may have faded over time, he still believed that mutants deserved equality, respect, and a chance at peaceful coexistence with humanity. It was a dream that seemed just as distant as the warmth he once found in your embrace.
Leaning back in the wheelchair, Magneto tried to focus on plans for the X-Men, but his mind kept drifting back to you. The plans seemed insignificant compared to the memories of your laughter and touch. As he attempted to steer his thoughts back towards the future he was trying to build, the weight of his emotions bore down heavily on him. The road ahead felt isolating and uncertain, but for Charles, for the X-Men, and for the hope of a better world, he would continue forward - no matter how shattered his heart may feel.
The door creaked open and shut quietly as you stepped into the room. For a moment, everything seemed frozen in time. It had been ten years since you last laid eyes on each other, and seeing Erik in the dim light of the study felt almost surreal. Your heart raced with uncertainty as you questioned whether this moment was real or simply a figment of your imagination.
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"Erik?" Your voice was a hesitant whisper filled with a mix of emotions - uncertainty, longing, and the weight of years apart.
Erik's head whipped around upon hearing his name, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his face. For a moment, he thought he must be dreaming, but as he turned to fully face you, the reality of your presence was undeniable. His expression hardened into a mask of controlled stoicism, a defense mechanism honed from years of guarding his heart.
"What are you doing here?" Erik's voice remained steady, but a hint of vulnerability seeped through. "I wanted to be alone, and you have no right to call me that." His frown deepened, his emotions threatening to break through the carefully crafted facade he tried so hard to maintain.
As you laid eyes on him, the tension between you seemed palpable, almost visible in the air. His rigid stance and guarded expression were like a shield, shielding him from the emotions that threatened to break through.
Erik's body language spoke volumes - his stiff posture, the slight tensing of his jaw, the way he avoided making direct eye contact. He seemed to be trying to hold his emotions in check, but his eyes betrayed him, revealing a mix of longing and pain.
"I heard about Charles," you said softly, your heart aching for him. "I came to see how you're doing. The X-Men are worried about you, and I know how much he meant to you..." Your eyes were filled with sadness as you spoke, reaching out for him despite his attempt to push you away. You wanted to offer comfort, but hesitated, unsure of how he would react.
Magneto scoffed at your concern, his face a blend of disbelief and anger. He couldn't help but wonder: Did you truly care about Charles, or was there another reason for your return? What was your true agenda? "Why are you really here?" His voice held a hint of frustration, but beneath it lay a vulnerability he could barely acknowledge.
You were taken aback by his coldness, but took a deep breath before responding. "I'm here for both you and the X-Men, Erik." You paused before correcting yourself, "Magneto." Lowering your gaze briefly before looking back up at him, you continued, "Just because we have history doesn't mean I don't still care about you."
“You walked away,” he spat, his words stinging like a whip. “And now you're not my responsibility anymore.” His tone was harsh and sharp, piercing through your heart, but you knew it was just a mask to hide the pain you had caused him. You could feel the hurt that lingered from your departure, and while you understood his anger, you couldn't help but wonder if he was also struggling with his own unresolved emotions. Was he trying to come to terms with why you had left? Beneath his calm facade, you sensed a tempest of emotions brewing, but you weren't sure if he was ready to confront them.
You took a hesitant step forward, drawn towards the comforting warmth of the fireplace near his desk. He watched you closely, tracking your every move. As you gazed into the crackling flames, you tried to gather your thoughts and find the right words to address the past.
Turning back to face him, your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to speak. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you looked away, unwilling to show him your vulnerability. “I left because I wanted a future with you,” you said softly, barely above a whisper. “I wanted us to have a family together. But then things changed...you started hurting people, Erik. You scared me…” Your voice trailed off as you wrapped your arms around yourself, unable to contain the weight of your emotions any longer.
Erik's expression softened as he placed the helmet on the desk and stood up from Charles' wheelchair. He walked towards you with purpose, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Gently, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, liebling," he said, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability.
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As tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, Erik tenderly brushed them away with a gentle touch. "I wish you had told me," he whispered regretfully. "But I understand now why you left. I thought I was doing what needed to be done..." His voice trailed off as he searched for answers and a connection that he believed was lost forever.
His hand moved to rest against your cheek, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at his presence. "I know...my love," you said softly, filled with tenderness.
Erik's eyes widened as the word "love" fell from your lips. It was a word he hadn't heard in years, and it brought back memories that still haunted him. He struggled to find the right words, his heart racing at the thought of finally admitting his feelings for you. He opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. After a few moments of silence, he managed to choke out, "Why...now?" He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Why are you telling me this now?" Despite the distance and time that had passed since they were together, his love for you had never truly gone away. It had always been there, even amidst his strong dedication to mutant rights.
You were at a loss for words. Your mind was buzzing with thoughts, unsure of what words to form or if you should even say anything at all.
He cautiously stepped closer, closing the gap between you. His familiar scent enveloped you, reminding you of all the memories you had tried so hard to bury. Your heart raced as he reached out, his fingers barely grazing your arm.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he murmured roughly, overcome with emotion.
You fought back tears as best as you could. "I didn't think you'd want to," you whispered.
A shadow of pain passed over his face. "I've regretted that day for years," he admitted. "If I could go back..."
You shook your head, cutting him off. "We can't change the past, Erik. I couldn't stay away any longer," you confessed. "I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you focus on your mission. But then I realized..." You took a deep breath, trying to hold back your emotions. "I realized that life is too short and unpredictable, especially for people like us."
Erik winced at your words. He had been younger then, fueled by his intense hatred towards humanity and the injustices he had endured. He hadn't expected that hatred to overshadow his ability to love, and your words left him struggling to find a response.
You pleaded with him, desperate for a response. Your eyes scanned his face, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he truly felt. Suddenly, you noticed a change in his expression - a fleeting look of desire and vulnerability.
In a rush of emotion, Erik blurted out, "Will you stay with me?" His voice quivered with unspoken worries. "I can't handle losing you again, mein liebe."
You didn’t hesitate to agree to stay. The thought of being apart from him once more was unbearable; you had missed him desperately. Erik never truly believed that you would return to him. He thought you would want nothing to do with him after everything that had happened.
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As soon as your words left your lips, his heart began to pound and his mind raced out of control. Memories of your love flooded his mind: the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice, the scent of your perfume. They overwhelmed him, filling the space between you with a powerful and bittersweet nostalgia.
Your voice trembled with emotion as you spoke again. "I will never leave you again," you said softly. "My love for you has never faltered. Even after all these years apart, I never moved on." Your words hit him hard, a gut-punch he wasn't expecting. His heart felt like it was about to burst from the intensity of emotions that surged through him. Hearing you declare your love once more was a truth he had struggled to accept himself. Deep down, he had never truly let go of his feelings for you.
He took a shaky breath and gently placed his hand on the back of your neck. You both closed your eyes as he pulled you in closer until your foreheads were touching. “I have never stopped loving you,” he whispered, barely above a murmur. “It was torture when you left…” He swallowed hard, trying to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. All the years apart, battles fought, and loneliness endured came crashing down in that moment.
With a few calming breaths, you both opened your eyes and slowly pulled apart, the closeness still tangible. His gaze held yours, baring his heart in a raw, vulnerable state. "You were my everything," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I didn't realize until now how lost I was without you." He searched your face for any sign of the promised love, hoping against hope that this time would bring something different.
There was an invisible force between you, pulling you together with a magnetic power that could not be resisted. Your eyes remained locked on each other's lips, filled with anticipation and unspoken promises. Then, without hesitation, your lips met in a passionate embrace. As the kiss deepened, years of yearning finally gave way to the storm of emotions between you.
The initial touch of your lips sparked an electric current through him, nearly causing him to lose his balance. Guided by a tender yet commanding force, his hands firmly grasped your hips and drew you closer. A deep hum escaped him as each kiss reignited long-suppressed desires. Amidst the exchange of fervent kisses, you whispered how much you had missed him, soothing his aching heart with every word.
Erik felt another surge of longing as each kiss intensified their shared confessions, drawing them closer with every heated touch. The urgency in their kisses grew more insistent, begging for closeness as he pulled her tighter against him. Unable to wait any longer, he reluctantly broke the embrace and gazed at her pleadingly as she reached for him. In a raw and desperate voice, he whispered, "Please...I need you." There was no room for hesitation in his tone, only an overwhelming urgency that demanded immediate action.
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As your eyes meet, a silent understanding passes between you. You use your powers to change the room, and the furniture rearranges itself as if by magic. The soft glow of the fireplace reflects off the cozy blankets and plush pillows, inviting you to indulge in the moment.
The room was quickly transformed into a warm and inviting space, the furniture moving under your careful control as you worked together. The blankets and pillows seemed to dance in the air, creating a cozy and intimate nook by the fireplace. The flickering flames cast a soft orange glow, adding to the romantic atmosphere.
Erik led you to a cozy nest of pillows and blankets near the flickering fire, gazing at you with a mix of longing and adoration. He guided you onto the soft surface with gentle movements, his eyes drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if he wanted to commit them to memory.
His thumb traced along your jawline, causing you to let out a gasp. The tension in your body only fueled Erik's desire for you. His hand ventured down your body and slipped into your pants, finding the heat and wetness waiting for him.
Your breath caught at his touch, and your body instinctively moved towards him. The intensity in Erik's eyes grew as he watched your reaction. With skillful precision, he brushed his fingers between the folds of your sex, hitting all the sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure through you. Your body trembled beneath him as he continued to pleasure you.
Erik’s lips traced a path down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. With his free hand, he worked on unbuttoning your shirt, revealing more of your flesh to his hungry gaze. As each button came undone, he placed soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, gradually making his way down your chest. Your breath hitched as he reached the swell of your breasts, teasingly brushing his hot mouth against the edge of your bra.
"Erik, please," you whimpered, arching into his touch.
He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, love," he murmured against your skin.
"I want you," you gasped. "All of you."
With a growl, Erik captured your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands made quick work of the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare beneath him. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
Erik let out a soft chuckle as he pulled away, discarding his clothes before settling back above you. Your eyes drank in the sight of his toned body as he positioned himself back into place. One hand stayed close to your head while the other made its way down to your center. As he began to gently massage small circles on your most sensitive spot, your muscles tensed and your breath hitched in your throat.
He craved your scent, wanting to lose himself in it completely. He wanted to savor every bit of you.
Suddenly, he slid his middle and ring fingers between your folds, causing you to cry out in shock. As he started to move in and out of you, you couldn't help but whisper his name like a holy chant. "Erik," you moaned, cherishing the way his name felt on your lips.
Erik's smirk only widened as he continued to tease you with his fingers. "Liebling, if you keep calling my name like that, I don't know if I can hold back much longer," he playfully warned.
His fingers slipped into you at a frustratingly slow pace and you could feel yourself reaching the brink of pleasure. "Please, Erik... faster..." you pleaded, desperate for him to pick up the pace. He obliged, finding that perfect spot inside of you that sent waves of ecstasy through your body. The books on the bookshelf started to topple as your telekinetic powers reacted to the overwhelming sensation. Erik clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"I'm close," you whimpered, but Erik shook his head.
"Not yet... not until I say so," he said with a teasing tone. This only made you groan in frustration, your hips moving in rhythm with his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach your climax. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out.
You let out a whimper at the loss of his touch. Erik chuckled softly and positioned himself between your legs, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his cock against your folds, teasing you even further.
"Stop teasing me," you pouted, your frustration palpable. You wanted to smack him for holding back your release and taunting you with his erection.
After some playful teasing, he entered you, emitting a deep groan as he felt the warmth radiating from you. He waited for you to adjust to his size before moving again.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders. "Yes," you gasped. "Please..."
Erik started to move at a gentle pace, each thrust bringing waves of pleasure. You arched your back, matching his movements. His lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your sensitive skin.
As passion overtook both of you, the tempo increased gradually. The air was filled with soft moans and gasps as Erik's strong arms held you close, driving deeper into your body. You ran your fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
"Erik," you cried out as waves of ecstasy began to build inside you. Your body trembled under his urgent movements as he buried his face in your neck, sending shivers down your spine with his hot breath.
"You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders as the intensity grew, and Erik's lips found your neck, leaving hot kisses along your sensitive skin. You arched your back against his solid chest, unable to hold back your pleasure any longer.
"Oh god, Erik," you moaned desperately.
He responded by increasing his pace, driving you both closer to the edge. The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You could feel yourself on the brink of release.
Erik's ragged breathing and urgent movements pushed you over the edge. "Come for me," he growled in your ear, his desire evident in his husky voice.
Those words were all it took for you to tumble into mind-blowing ecstasy. Erik followed moments later, whispering your name as he found his own release.
You clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.
His hand moved to your clit, gently rubbing it in slow circles that made you arch your hips up in delight. "E-erik!," you gasped, unable to contain yourself. He silenced you with a tender shush and continued peppering kisses along your neck, marking you as his own.
The pleasure was reaching an overwhelming level, rendering you speechless as your brows furrowed in sheer ecstasy. He wanted to prolong your orgasm, drawing out every moment of bliss. Suddenly, without warning, a surge of release overcame you and you gasped for breath. Erik smirked, pleased with the outcome of his actions. He withdrew from you, leaving a mix of his cum and your juices scattered around.
"Good girl," he whispers, kissing your forehead. As Erik shifts to the side, you snuggle against his chest and feel the quick thumping of his heart. His arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and secure as your breath slows back to a steady rhythm. A sense of deep satisfaction washes over you as you revel in the peaceful aftermath.
For a long while, you lay together in contented silence, basking in the afterglow. Erik's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. The crackling fire cast a warm glow over your entwined bodies.
"I've missed this," Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Missed you."
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. "I've missed you too," you whispered. "More than you know."
His arms tightened around you. "I was a fool to let you go," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I won't make
The room was bathed in a warm glow from the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the repositioned furniture. The blankets and pillows seemed to float effortlessly through the air, creating a cozy and inviting space.
As your eyes meet, a silent understanding passes between you. You use your powers to change the room, and the furniture rearranges itself as if by magic. The soft glow of the fireplace reflects off the cozy blankets and plush pillows, inviting you to indulge in the moment.
The room was quickly transformed into a warm and inviting space, the furniture moving under your careful control as you worked together. The blankets and pillows seemed to dance in the air, creating a cozy and intimate nook by the fireplace. The flickering flames cast a soft orange glow, adding to the romantic atmosphere.
- - - - - - -
Erik led you to a cozy nest of pillows and blankets near the flickering fire, gazing at you with a mix of longing and adoration. He guided you onto the soft surface with gentle movements, his eyes drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if he wanted to commit them to memory.
His thumb traced along your jawline, causing you to let out a moan. The tension in your body only fueled Erik's desire for you. His hand ventured down your body and slipped into your pants, finding the heat and wetness waiting for him.
Your breath caught at his touch, and your body instinctively moved towards him. The intensity in Erik's eyes grew as he watched your reaction. With skillful precision, he brushed his fingers between the folds of your sex, hitting all the sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure through you. Your body trembled beneath him as he continued to pleasure you.
Erik’s lips traced a path down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. With his free hand, he worked on unbuttoning your shirt, revealing more of your flesh to his hungry gaze. As each button came undone, he placed soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, gradually making his way down your chest. Your breath hitched as he reached the swell of your breasts, teasingly brushing his hot mouth against the edge of your bra.
"Erik, please," you whimpered, arching into his touch.
He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, love," he murmured against your skin.
"I want you," you gasped. "All of you."
With a growl, Erik captured your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands made quick work of the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare beneath him. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
Erik let out a soft chuckle as he pulled away, discarding his clothes before settling back above you. Your eyes drank in the sight of his toned body as he positioned himself back into place. One hand stayed close to your head while the other made its way down to your center. As he began to gently massage small circles on your most sensitive spot, your muscles tensed and your breath hitched in your throat.
He craved your scent, wanting to lose himself in it completely. He wanted to savor every bit of you.
Suddenly, he slid his middle and ring fingers between your folds, causing you to cry out in shock. As he started to move in and out of you, you couldn't help but whisper his name like a holy chant. "Erik," you moaned, cherishing the way his name felt on your lips.
Erik's smirk only widened as he continued to tease you with his fingers. "Liebling, if you keep calling my name like that, I don't know if I can hold back much longer," he playfully warned.
His fingers slipped into you at a frustratingly slow pace and you could feel yourself reaching the brink of pleasure. "Please, Erik... faster..." you pleaded, desperate for him to pick up the pace. He obliged, finding that perfect spot inside of you that sent waves of ecstasy through your body. The books on the bookshelf started to topple as your telekinetic powers reacted to the overwhelming sensation. Erik clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"I'm close," you whimpered, but Erik shook his head.
"Not yet... not until I say so," he said with a teasing tone. This only made you groan in frustration, your hips moving in rhythm with his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach your climax. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out.
You let out a whimper at the loss of his touch. Erik chuckled softly and positioned himself between your legs, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his cock against your folds, teasing you even further.
"Stop teasing me," you pouted, your frustration palpable. You wanted to smack him for holding back your release and taunting you with his erection.
After some playful teasing, he entered you, emitting a deep groan as he felt the warmth radiating from you. He waited for you to adjust to his size before moving again.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders. "Yes," you gasped. "Please..."
Erik started to move at a gentle pace, each thrust bringing waves of pleasure. You arched your back, matching his movements. His lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your sensitive skin.
As passion overtook both of you, the tempo increased gradually. The air was filled with soft moans and gasps as Erik's strong arms held you close, driving deeper into your body. You ran your fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
"Erik," you cried out as waves of ecstasy began to build inside you. Your body trembled under his urgent movements as he buried his face in your neck, sending shivers down your spine with his hot breath.
"You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders as the intensity grew, and Erik's lips found your neck, leaving hot kisses along your sensitive skin. You arched your back against his solid chest, unable to hold back your pleasure any longer.
"Oh god, Erik," you moaned desperately.
He responded by increasing his pace, driving you both closer to the edge. The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You could feel yourself on the brink of release.
Erik's ragged breathing and urgent movements pushed you over the edge. "Come for me," he growled in your ear, his desire evident in his husky voice.
Those words were all it took for you to tumble into mind-blowing ecstasy. Erik followed moments later, whispering your name as he found his own release.
You clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.
His hand moved to your clit, gently rubbing it in slow circles that made you arch your hips up in delight. "E-erik!," you gasped, unable to contain yourself. He silenced you with a tender shush and continued peppering kisses along your neck, marking you as his own.
The pleasure was reaching an overwhelming level, rendering you speechless as your brows furrowed in sheer ecstasy. He wanted to prolong your orgasm, drawing out every moment of bliss. Suddenly, without warning, a surge of release overcame you and you gasped for breath. Erik smirked, pleased with the outcome of his actions. He withdrew from you, leaving a mix of his cum and your juices scattered around.
"Good girl," he whispers, kissing your forehead. As Erik shifts to the side, you snuggle against his chest and feel the quick thumping of his heart. His arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and secure as your breath slows back to a steady rhythm. A sense of deep satisfaction washes over you as you revel in the peaceful aftermath.
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For a long while, you lay together in contented silence, basking in the afterglow. Erik's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. The crackling fire cast a warm glow over your entwined bodies.
"I've missed this," Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Missed you."
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. "I've missed you too," you whispered. "More than you know."
His arms tightened around you. "I was a fool to let you go," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I won't make that mistake again."
"We both made mistakes," you replied gently. "But we're here now. That's what matters."
Erik nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. His fingers continued to trace lazy patterns on your skin as you lay nestled against him. The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across the room, enveloping you both in warmth and intimacy.
"What happens now?" you asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
Erik was quiet for a moment, his hand stilling on your back. "I don't know," he admitted. "Charles left me with an enormous responsibility. The X-Men, the school... it's all in my hands now." His voice held a note of uncertainty you'd rarely heard from him before.
You propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him. "You don't have to do it alone," you said. "I'm here. And the X-Men - they may not trust you fully yet, but they'll support you. It's what Charles would have wanted."
Erik's eyes searched yours, a mix of emotions playing across his face. "You're right," he said softly. "Charles always believed in the power of unity, even when I couldn't see it." He paused, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "But can you forgive me for the things I've done? The pain I've caused?"
You leaned into his touch, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. "I forgave you a long time ago, Erik," you whispered. "The question is, can you forgive yourself?"
He closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. When he opened them again, there was a determination there that you recognized. "I want to try," he said. "For Charles. For the X-Men. For us."
You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Then that's where we'll start.”
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glossary: liebling = darling, mein liebe = my darling
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Okay so, this has been in my WIPs for a while, and to be honest i don't thik its going to get any better. Also i was about to hit post and i accidentally closed my tumblr app and obviously it didn't save as a draft :) Anyway, it's about sex but it's not splicit. Still, i'll say it, NSFW MDNI
I missed you sex with soft!price under the cut.
Altough i’m not sure i would call it sex, even, it’s straight up love making.
It’s about the way you know you’ll be in missionary the whole time because he’s been away for 10 weeks —or maybe it was 12 or 13, whatever, way too many— and all he could think of during the whole time was to have you all safe and sound between his arms. Of course, the best way to make sure of that is to have you caged underneath his broad body, head tilted down to look at you, to see every bit of your pleasure.
Is constant eye contact, because at nighttime he’d look up at the moon, knowing that even if you were thousands of kilometres away, at night you were covered by the same glow. When he looks at the specks in your eyes, the different shades of color in them, he swears it’s more magical than any starry night he’s ever seen.
It's in that moment he realises he’d much rather be in your arms and looking into what he’s sure is the door to your soul, than seeing the wonders the milky way hides from the naked eye.
What i’m saying is that the important thing is to kiss each other, to prove that nothing has changed these last few months. Prove that you’re as much in love with the other as you were before the god forsaken deployment. That you care much more about the feel of his lips against yours than you do the burn that sets in your lungs for holding your breath for so long.
It's love making because what is supposed to be foreplay can drag for hours before either of you even think about moving onto a different thing. Hours in which you take turns worshipping the other, covering them in kisses and soft touches, in praises and compliments.
Moments in which you follow the lines of his scars, your lips trailing kisses from one to the other. You’ve already got all of them memorised, which means you instantly recognise a new one he must have gotten this time. It's between kisses and soft touches that he reassures you that it’s fine and healed now, love. When he shares with you the non-confidential version of what happened. All of it happening as you draw a map, every kiss a little step of his journey to this point, every kiss stopping to pay attention and homage to the marred parts of his skin as if they were landmarks of nature, before your lips continue in their little journey.
Until the tables turn, because you deserve as much —who is he trying to fool, you’re much more deserving that he could ever be of— worshipping. Instead of big and jaded bullet or stab wound scars, his lips trail the constellations that get drawn on your skin by your freckles and stretch marks.
His lips paying as much attention to that scar you got when you were 7 and fell with your bike, that’s faded but never really gone away, as you did the ones that he got when a building collapsed on him after a grenade went off. He'll ask, even if he knows every story by heart, having memorised when you’ll giggle and when you’ll pause, when you’ll tell it fondly and when it will be in embarrassment; he’ll still ask about every single little mark on your skin. Because they show who you are and what you’ve lived, and he craves to know every page in the book of your life.
Luckily he has the privilege of having being writing it alongside you for years now. Because he wants to fill in the blanks on the parts you’ve had write separately due to the distance. More importantly, because he has the privilege to write along with you for years to come.
A kind of reunion where neither of you care if you finish, because what matters is the physical closeness. What’s important is feeling that the other is there, safe and sound. Hell, half of the time, when john gets back from a deployment like this, he ends up going soft still inside you. Meanwhile the both of you are too busy kissing and whispering love confessions to each other. Who cares when now that he’s here you’ll have more than enough time to reach orgasms.
I’m talking about his left hand constantly on yours, fingers interwoven because he needs the cold of your wedding band against his flushed skin as much as you need his against yours. Because he needs to be grounded and to be sure that you’re there and you’re not just a dream he’s having. Because you both need to know your spouse is really there and will still be, that the love of your life is safely home with you and that when you wake up in the morning, they’ll still be in your arms.
I’m talking about John Price finally knowing He's made it to you. Knowing he’s made it home.
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February Fic Rec
Hey Guys, I'm sorry I'm so late this month that its already the next month😅 I went back to work this month and I have mixed feelings about it so there's that🫤 but at least there's faction - please don't tell my kindle, there's so many books on there that I got to read😓. anyway, happy readying everyone! enjoy the spring and remember to kudos and comment😘
Show Him The Love by scarlettletterr - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,911, sterek)
Everyone realizes Stiles is awesome, and actually gives him the recognition he deserves! For all his research, for his constant loyalty, for having awful stuff happen to him and always coming back for more, for trying to do the right thing even when people don't listen when they should.
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My gift for Meggplant, for the Glompfest. Hope you like it!
You feel like Home by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 24,300, sterek)
Five times Stiles gets abused by his boyfriend and and the one time everything falls into place, like it was always meant to be.
Maybe it was.
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"Are you really just leaving?" Stiles asked him.
"Yeah? There's no point in me sticking around, we already did what we always do." His boyfriend said, fastening his belt and walking out of Stiles' room.
It Starts When You're Around by strobelighted - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 26,406, sterek)
"Earth to Derek. You okay, man?"
Derek's eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who's starting to look more worried now.
"I --" he starts, then swallows against the dryness. "Who are you?"
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or, Derek gets amnesia
eli's parents are so gross (read: in love) by ash_mcj - (Rating: T, Words: 1,195, sterek)
"I would’ve been here earlier, but nobody thought it would be smart to call the one person who’s intimately dealt with the Nogitsune before, so,” Stiles said bitterly as he threw his hands up. "Now I have a list of asses I gotta kick over this very avoidable fiasco. Scott’s first, since he’s the Alpha—I’m pretty sure that’s how that works. His responsibility, or whatever.”
The familiar sound of Derek’s car pulling into the driveway caught Eli's attention, and he grinned. “Is Dad on your list?”
“Hell yeah, Dad is on my list! Right under Scott.”
“Well, he just got home, so—”
Stiles didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence before stomping off in the direction of the living room—and Eli quickly scrambled to follow him, ready to eavesdrop on what was likely going to be a rather impressive and amusing lecture.
[or: eli is glad that stiles is home, since derek has nearly died several times in his absence, but he really wishes they were a little less glad to see each other] -- prompt | a reunion kiss
Hide by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,419, sterek)
Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.
Breaking A Rule by SinQueen69 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,426, sterek)
Anon on tumblr wanted: Hiya! Please with sugar on top write a Sterek fic where derek is a business man and Stiles is a horny cockslut that sends Derek nudes while at work and Derek is pent up and punishes him when he gets home. Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Strength Kink, Bruises, Spanking, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, mentions of kittenplay?, verbal humiliation, gags! Tanks be safe and healthy
Soft Space by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,492,k sterek)
This time of year, Derek has to face too many bad anniversaries - the fire, the deaths. Stiles understands when Derek has to take a break from being alpha, when he just needs his daddy.
Rated M for kink, but no explicit (or even mature) sex.
Kinktober day 4: Daddy (Starting Kinktober now so I can maybe finish in October this year)
How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,288, sterek)
It started with a kiss.
Well, actually, it started with an argument.
no river, no rush by CoraRochester, ravenclawkward - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,351, sterek)
“You can’t marry me! I’m the worst choice. For one, there’s no strategic value to marrying a prince from Gajos—and if there were, I’d have been betrothed to you or Cora years ago. We have nothing to offer Beacon. I’m not even good at being a prince!” …
On the eve of Derek’s coronation, he proposes to Stiles.
Are You Fucking Kidding Me? by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,893, sterek)
Derek has liked Stiles for a really long time, like embarrassingly long. But he swore to himself that he wouldn't make a move on Stiles until he knew for sure that his feeling were returned because he refuses to force something onto the Spark.
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Derek likes Stiles, Stiles likes Derek, but the Alpha is convinced that Stiles is still in love with Lydia and can't see the obvious dofus Stiles is being around him. Lydia intervenes just because she's sick of watching the two dummys not be together.
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ REUNION AND REINTEGRATION.
fandom. honkai star rail
pairing. jing yuan x fem!reader
content warnings. fluff & nsfw, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, heavily inspired by this fanart, general!jing yuan coming home from war, husband!jing yuan, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, jing yuan calls you petnames (rose, wife, etc.), not edited/proofread
word count. 1.6k
notes. the moment i saw this art, i went feral and knew i had to write smth... i didn't think it would take me so long, very sorry about that ;-; if the ending is a bit choppy, no it's not!! (i couldn't give it a proper ending without banging my head against the table, pls don't hate me for that aisudhfisdh)
It’s already past midnight, when you hear how someone enters the Estate, lightning up the long hallway. You rise from the sofa, book abandoned, while you pull the light blanket over your shoulders.
Your naked feet leave no sound as you walk towards the light, towards the man who finally came home. He greets you with a soft but tired smile, uniform still pristine and the massive coat protecting the white cloth from any dirt.
“General,” you greet him with a teasing smile, leaning on the doorway while you watch how he slips out of his black boots, made out of the finest leather— as a man of his rank deserves.
“Wife,” he greets you back, the grumbling voice making you pleasantly shudder. He smirks at your reaction, of course he does, eyes lightening up and brightening the whole face of this beautiful man. The man who is yours, General Jing Yuan, your husband returning to your waiting arms.
“Let me,” you ask, stepping near to take off his heavy coat, rimmed with black fur and decorating stitches on the back. Once you’ve taken it from his shoulders, his uniform is revealed to you, the very uniform you’ve clothed him in when he left you to go to war.
All his badges and cords are on their right place, setting an example of what a commander should look like, and yet he doesn’t utter a single word of complaint when you gesture him to follow you to your bedroom, where you would remove them piece by piece.
His uniform is his armor, shielding his mind and heart from death and misery, and once he’s finally home, he can shed said armor, revealing vulnerable skin and muscle. He only does this at home, the safest place he knows, because you’re here, waiting for him to return.
With keen eyes he follows how you move around in the bedroom, carry over the coffer which usually holds all of his military badges and start to take them off with the utmost care. You do your duty silently but gladly, your heart filled with happiness now that your husband is finally back home. And Jing Yuan watches you with a smile on his face, his tensing shoulders slowly slacking and lowering the longer you’re near him.
The soft smell of roses clings onto your hair, freshly washed and still a bit damp. Your skin seems to glow beneath the creams and serums you always put on, while the rest of your body is hidden behind your nightgown and the thin blanket that still clings onto your shoulders.
You just pinned the last badge in the cushion of the coffer, when suddenly Jing Yuan takes your face in his hands, still in the fiery red gloves, to draw you close. Your breath hitches and you have to climb on his lap, hold yourself on his strong arms to find your balance. He doesn’t care, nuzzling you and peppering you with featherlight kisses, murmuring how much he missed you.
“My sweet, beautiful rose,” he murmurs close to your right ear, immediately dipping his head to claim your neck with his lips, teeth gently scraping over your skin while you shudder in his arms.
“Do you know how much I love you?,” Jing Yuan asks you, only to press his lips onto yours, gentle and sweet, while pulling you closer. You try to protest, still mindful of what he wears— you didn’t want to have to wash his uniform simply because the two of you were not careful enough.
“Jing Yuan,” you whisper against his lips, eyes already lidded while you lean onto his touch. “Your uniform–,” you try, only for him to shush you with a forceful kiss. It makes your mind spin, to suddenly have him so close again, so close and so much of him, his scent and his body enclosing yours.
“As if my uniform is more important to you than your husband,” he teases you, fully knowing how you would flush at the needled teasing, eyes wide and oh so pleading. “Don’t mind me, dear, I shall help you to take my uniform off. Four hands are faster than two.”
And so you slid from his lap, lips red and hands trembling when you stand again, your husband following your action. A sly smirk is on his face when you start to remove the golden cords, start to unclasp his decorative belt, as well his sword belt. With a shaky exhale you also open his garter belt, his thigh muscles hard beneath your warm hands— oh how you wanted to ravish him, tumble into the marriage bed as you’ve done many times. You wanted to kiss and mark him, cling onto him while ruining his oh so perfect hair, all while he would pound into you and make you scream—
A chuckle rips you out of your thoughts and you immediately duck your head, but it has no use. Jing Yuan can only guess what filthy thoughts just crossed your mind and by that growing tent in his white pants, he approves. Your fingers skim over it, light and teasing, and the way he buckles his hips closer to you— a gasp leaves your mouth when he lifts you suddenly and almost throws you on the bed, patience running thin the way he shrugs off his pants, no longer caring for his uniform.
The upper part of the pristine white clothing follows, the metal, worked into the cloth, clanking on the floor the moment he drops it. He kneels on the bed, his thigh muscles clenching and it leaves you thirsty. The way he moves, almost prowles, dangerous and seductive, a predator on his hunt.
His undershirt follows, you’re pretty sure there is some ripping but you no longer focus on the clothes— no, now you only focus on him, muscles taunt, eyes glinting, his whole focus on you.
Almost subconsciously you crawl to your usual place, in the middle of the giant bed, amidst a massive amount of pillows. You start to shrug off your nightgown, the thin blanket long forgotten on the floor, while Jing Yuan frees himself of his last restrictions. He helps you in the end, truly ripping the sheer cloth of your nightgown, making you shudder beneath him.
“Hello, wife,” he greets you, once you're naked just as he is, his breath brushing over your stomach up towards your breasts, a breathless moan escaping your lips when his hands follow. You mumble a greeting back, feeling shy thanks to his intense stare, but he doesn’t mind.
Not when you’re here, beneath him, naked and ready to be ravished.
Oh, you are, readily spreading your legs, parting them to give way to him. You’re already wet for him, folds glistening as he brushes his fingers against your clit. Leaning back, you watch how Jing Yuan continues, slowly dipping the tip of his finger in your cunt, leaving you wanting. He knows what you want, try to urge him closer, but he only hums and leans his head on your thigh. With unblinking eyes he stares at you, the intense gaze making you blush.
“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Beautiful and mine,” he murmurs and then presses a kiss on your skin, hands cupping the back of your knees. Peppering more kisses on your skin, closer and closer—
And when he finally licks a board stripe between your legs, you try to hold back the moan, only to fail when he gently sucks at your clit.
With your head thrown back and hands in his hair, Jing Yuan ravishes you, slurping you up while keeping your legs wide open. He has always been talented with his tongue, but today you’re especially sensitive, having been separated for far too long. It makes you cum faster than you wished, the orgasm knocking the air out of your lungs and your thighs shudder.
His kiss brings you back to your senses, his warm body shielding yours, hands wandering and circling across your skin. Long ago you’ve lost your embarrassment when he kisses you with that tangy taste on his lips, only moaning when he pries your own open with his tongue. A choked whine leaves your lips when two of his fingers finally slip into you, preparing you for his cock.
And when he finally does, hips draw to yours, filling you, making you choke on nothing, you cry out. Tears gather in your eyes, overwhelmed with Jing Yuan being finally in you again, overwhelmed with all the attention and loves he gives you— simply overwhelmed.
Clinging onto him, you gasp and moan, scream his name, while his hips work against yours, his strong thighs holding his body up and preventing you from being crushed. Being in his embrace fulfills you, makes your daydreams come true once again, and you let him know.
The moans, the gasps, the screams, it makes Jing Yuan shudder in your arms, greedy lips taking any skin you’re offering, fingertips leaving traces, everything to mark you as his. His wife, his love, his rose, you’re his.
And he’s yours, your husband and general, the man you love and how you love him.
You love him so much that you don’t complain when he simply sags against you, completely spent when he cums inside you, while your cunt tightens around his cock. You only grumble a bit, mind still hazy with another incredible orgasm he just gave you.
But he rolls off you, not minding the mess he made out of the sheets and you, wrapping his arms around your warm body and pulling you close. You snuggle against him, head on his chest, heart and mind relieved that he’s finally home again.
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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 9 | "i want you to want me"
Dave York x f!Reader
Word count: 1,423
Summary: you and Dave have a real conversation about your expectations of each other as you rekindle your relationship. Smut ensues (duh)
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, Dave shames Carol for having a life outside of the home (he just rationalizes everything, doesn't he?) but it's meant more as bait to get the reader back, oral sex (m receiving - in his fancy SUV of course, and in an alleyway of course), come swallowing, fingering, possible soft!Dave (?), pet names ("sweetpea", "good girl"), no use of y/n
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You agonize over what to wear to meet Dave. You're already twenty minutes late by the time you go to the coffee shop. Let him think your lateness is you pulling some kind of power move to keep him waiting. He deserves it.
The cafe is quaint and warm and smells comfortingly of aromatic coffee and freshly baked bread. It's almost like something out of a romantic movie, except women who willingly enter into affairs with married men aren't typically the heroines, and quaint little bakeries are never the backdrop for illicit liaisons.
But when you spot Dave in a corner booth, his smile changes your mind. It's hard to ignore the once-over he gives you, his hungry leer an indication that what he said on the phone last night was true: he really did miss you.
A smile flits across your face as you approach him, not wanting to give too much away in the first few moments of your reunion. He has to come to you. He's made the first few steps in reaching out and setting up this clandestine meet-up. "Hey," you greet him, sliding into the seat across from him. "Good to see you again." He stands in a gentlemanly welcome, only sitting down when you do.
"It's great to see you," he replies, and there's more warmth in his face than you can recall ever seeing before. It's the same look he wears when he's with his family. "I'm glad you agreed to see me."
"You made it sound terribly important. Unless it was just a ruse to get me to come out here. I have a lot on my plate, as you know."
Dave looks chastened and you can't help feeling a little bad about your standoffish manner, but you need to keep the upper hand. "I think it's wonderful that you're going back to school. You're a woman with great potential, and you can do whatever you set your mind to."
You almost laugh. "Did you really ask me to come here to give me an inspirational speech? I sucked your dick while your wife was in the next room with her book club. I think we're way past formalities."
He has the nerve to smirk, and you glimpse a bit of the man you've come to know in your secret doings. "I want to talk about what happened, but mostly--"
"Are you going to buy me a coffee or not?" you interrupt, pulling out your compact to check your makeup.
It seems he likes this new you, and you watch as he goes to buy your drinks. You have a feeling you know what he's going to ask, and it's going to be quite an effort to deny him. You haven't even considered going back to how things were. Would you?
He returns with the drinks. "I've apologized."
"You have."
"I could have handled it better," he admits. "You haven't asked anything of me during our time together, and I appreciate that. The least I could have done was to handle the situation with more discretion."
"I was upset, but you were fair. We're already in a sticky situation and I wouldn't want to worsen things between us. You're my employer."
"Well, I've been thinking about it," he says, the tips of his fingers resting on the white paper of his coffee cup. For a brief moment you remember the feel of those fingers inside you, the way he muffled your moans with his hand or, sometimes, with his necktie. "I've never been with a virgin," he says quite plainly, as if he's saying he's never been to Australia, or he's never been skiing.
You take a moment to process this, because it feels like he's speaking another language and you have to take a moment to translate it. "Never? Really?"
He shakes his head. "Not even Carol was a virgin when we met. Not that it made any difference to me."
"You said you don't want me to develop feelings," you remind him.
He takes a long look at you, and for once you feel you hold up to his scrutiny. "I think it could be different with us. You've maintained discretion. You're a bright young woman, you know what you want. You're okay with the fun we've been having so far?"
You nod. "Of course."
"I'd like to continue," he says softly. "Would you?"
This is exactly what you'd asked yourself just moments earlier.
"Not the same as before," he says quickly, reading your hesitation.
"Meaning you want to fuck me," you say it for him.
He smiles, looking shy, but you know he's not. "Yes. I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since the day you came to interview for the position."
You give a sharp intake of breath. He knows just where to get you to make your walls come down, and all this time you thought you were in control. "I felt the same.."
He looks pleased with himself, yet flattered.
"What about Carol?" you ask. "You're okay betraying the mother of your children?"
Dave sighs, expecting this question to come up. "She's a great woman, and we do love each other. But you know how she's busy all the time, chasing her personal ambitions. If she stayed at home more we wouldn't need you," he points out. "Our marriage has become more for appearances now. Something I'm supposed to do. And when you've been together as long as we have, things get comfortable."
"What's wrong with comfortable?"
He shrugs. "Exciting beats comfortable any day."
Your heart beats like it has wings, and you feel that heartbeat somewhere else too. Dave makes sense, but everything he's saying is almost mean. Carol must have no idea what her husband's proclivities are, or she would not have invited a younger woman into their lives to essentially house. But really, all Carol's guilty of is being married to a man you desire.
"I could never ask for commitment from you, not really.. I'd never get it," you state plainly.
"True," Dave admits. Then in a sudden, very un-Dave-like fashion, he grabs your hands across the table. "I was almost catatonic when you were gone. I barely went to the office, and when I did I spent my time at my desk, my mind a million miles away. I struggled to sleep and often found myself dreaming of you."
"Dave!" you gasp, but you don't dare let go of his hands.
"It's my last-ditch effort to influence your decision," he confesses. "But it's the truth, all of it. I want you to be mine."
This is what you've been wanting to hear, not just moments of hot, whispered words because of your praise kink. You wanted, if not romance, affection. You can live with that.
"Okay," you say at last. "I'm yours.." You look into his deep brown eyes and you both smile. "So.. what happens now?"
His fingers are threaded through your hair as he thrusts into your mouth with enthusiasm. He'd stayed away from Carol, only fucking his hand when his needs were absolutely necessary, wishing it was you. In the front seat of his SUV in an alleyway, you're practically on all fours, deep-throating him, hungry for the taste of him after all this time. "Good girl," he mutters, palming your breast through your clothes. He pushes your panties to the side and strokes your clit, wanting you to come, loving the vibrating feel of your moans around his cock, the way your mouth tenses up when you're so close to the edge. "Here it comes. Be a good girl and swallow all of it," he pants, and you wonder how he can manage words when you're both in such a carnal frenzy.
He explodes in your mouth just as you come apart from his aggressive touch. As the pleasure ebbs over you, you artfully swallow every stream of cum, your hand pulling upward from his base, wanting every single drop he has to give. And when you're taking a moment just to come down from that high, you tell him, "I want you to fuck me."
His eyes darken with lust. "Now?"
You nod. "Backseat."
You can tell he's trying to keep it together, trying not to frighten you before he's had a chance to have you to himself. "For your first time you deserve better, sweetpea. I'm getting us a hotel and we're gonna fuck in high thread count sheets," he insists, and starts the car.
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Insert the most excited of squeals and embarrassing of happy dances to see the family reunion posted 🙌😍
I tried to do a little summary of my favourite bits as an usual, got a tad carried away, but you deserve all the hype so I didn't bother trying to shorten it anymore 😝😘
Oh I just LOVED it all! And it really had a bit of everything just to spoil us! Thankyou a million for continuing to share your creative talent 🫶
I loved seeing those interactions and bonding moments with his parents, like Ellen's observations and little check ins 🥹. Oh and how cute she was with all his cousins. The tide pool day was just so wholesome as all the fam was invested in it and/or seeing how in love Quinn is with her. Those small moments with Jack too, him asking about doing the same in Hawaii is actually so cute! The bit of banter we see between them throughout is so fun to see also!
Her sharing memories of her dad was such a beautiful little moment too 🥹. I appreciate how you incorporate her grief into alot of your snapshots. It's such a cruel part of life that Sarah, and yourself, has had to experience more than your share for being young 🫶🩷. It truly helps me to see it pop up throughout small daily tasks and these bigger events.
All of the older relatives observations of how good they are and how in love Quinn is, ahh just- swoon!
Quinn being as obsessed with her as we all know he is is so fun to read, poor man just wants to have his way with her aha! All the stolen little moments between them as they try to actually have eachother after such a time apart 🥹. Oh and then they finally do! 🔥🙈😍, boy it was getting hot in here 😅
I was abit scared to learn there was angst in this, like noooo, it's a happy time, don't be fighting. But it just fits so well and continues to show how mature and real your writing is. Their emotions are just so overwhelming and it's easy to take it out on those we love to avoid feeling the sadness. And leads to such a soft and just oh so perfect final sex scene for the trip.
So glad Jack finally came around and the little brother interaction as she leaves was just so cuteeee. Jack is right, this suprise is going to be epic 😝🩷
Five Days of Joy
You're too good to me, my lovely Alora!
For the sake of not taking over your feed, I've responded to everything below:
I wrote that scene with the tide pools in about 15 minutes, and it all just fell together so well. I love that we get to see Sarah really in her element there.
I LOVE the banter that's developing between Sarah and Jack as they get a little more comfortable with each other. When they're in Hawaii, they'll develop a more emotional connection, which will help to solidify their relationship even more. Jack will finally have an older sister he can go to for advice, which I think is something he's always wanted, but never knew.
I think it's important to show how grief, or any other kind of trauma, pops up again and again in our lives. It would be really nice if we only had to deal with it once, and then it was done, but unfortunately, that's not how life goes. Sometimes, someone says something and it just triggers that response, and there's nothing you can do about it but ride the wave of emotion. I think it's important to show those things normalized in fiction. It somehow gives me permission to feel and do when I see someone else feel and do. Does that make sense?
I felt kind of bad making Quinn wait so long for what he wanted. I really wanted them to have sex in the car, and for it to be rather desperate, which meant I had to find ways to stop them from being together. I kept having to find new obstacles. They originally had this really intense quicky on the drive home, but I cut it, ultimately feeling like it cheapened the story and it didn't fit with the timeline I was building. If you want to read it, let me know.
The angst was kind of weird. I said this before, but I planned for the 5th day to be really simple, and then all of a sudden, Quinn was sad and angry and picking a fight. I love that sex scene. I think it's my favorite that I've ever written.
I'm so excited to get to the surprise and for Quinn to freak out in Hawaii!
#quinn & sarah snapshots#quinn hughes#quinn hughes fanfiction#thank you thank you thank you#tkanswers 📮
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Dronarry Fest - 5 fics I loved
Finally done with my @dronarryfest marathon and oh boy, what a ride it was! Lots of brilliant characterization, excellent UST, top gardening aesthetics, possessive sharing galore, mouth watering smut - 20 tasty gems across different tropes and genres! I’m beyond impressed with the fest’s quality, found some instant favorites that will certainly feature in my end of the year wrap up list, and am very excited to share them below with you. I can’t wait for reveals so I can properly shower these authors with love. We still have a couple days before it so go feast and make sure to leave kudos + comments at your heart’s content. You can (and should!) read the full catalogue here. Enjoy!
🤐 All the good things and the bad things that may be by @maesterchill (M, 5.7k) - hilarious and sweet, truth serum confessions, hung!Ron cause that’s the gospel truth, pre Dronarry and a phenomenal Draco making an appearance at the end. This is your obligatory no-angst pit stop to make your Monday better!
The one where Harry and Ron are forced to talk to each other loudly and honestly about their sex lives for The Greater Good. Or at least for the thwarting of evil.
🧪 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - VEELA Ron!!!!! That’s all, that’s why you should go read this right away. And also for this delicious established Drarry, protective/possessive Ron, competent Healer Draco, hurt Harry being loved and cared for as he deserves, and a sexy get together so full of tenderness and understanding👌🏼
Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him. What he doesn't expect is wanton destruction, a Veela transformation, and the need for some serious conversations between friends. And whoever said Draco Malfoy was bad at sharing?!
🌸 Trillium by @wolfpants (E, 13k) - gardener Harry owns my heart! I immediately fell in love with this sweet pining Ron lusting after sneaky boyfriends Drarry; lots of ogling and dancing around each other with tender brOTP moments and the softest cottagecore vibes you’ll see today
Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong? The one where Harry owns a gardening business, Draco is an aspiring National Trust property owner, and Ron is far too invested in the fit of Draco’s lovely clothes and the smell of Harry’s hair. But he doesn’t fancy them or anything like that.
🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14.5k) - poly established Drarry ftw and a brilliant flashback that will def make you ship Dron like there’s no tomorrow, my heart was in my mouth waiting for their reunion. I’m very much here for dragontamers orgy shenanigans and sneaky sex at the Burrow, and if you’re a hoe for soft pining Draco and past Drarry + Charlie then run don’t walk towards this one!
Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering. Then there's that night in Spain, caught in the circle of Ron's arms. A year of nights in Norway, caught in the heat of Harry's gaze. His first night at the Burrow, caught in between them both.
🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 16.7k) - one of my favourite fics of the year with heartbreaking sentient Burrow, established Rarry, exquisite POV multiple narrative, more gardening aesthetics and hands down the hottest UST and threesome sex you’ll see today. This grieving and perceptive Ron is a triumph, everyone else can go home
Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate. Cw: minor character death.
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venus.
Summary: After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Sephiroth finally comes home. Holding... unique gifts, just for you. Companion fics here and here.
Pairing: Implied AFAB Reader x (OG) FF7 Sephiroth
Content Warnings: NSFW (no actual sex but heavy sexual themes are present). Confinement. Gaslighting. Size Difference.
Word Count: 764
As Sephiroth's approach drew near, you rise, your body trembling with anticipation and anxiety. Your beloved confined you here, in the haven of this mako crystal-filled cave, while he was attending to his duties. He promised when he's finished, you can go out and experience the world transformed in his vision, together. And it's not like you're lonely, much. Every day, He takes moments to commune with you, whispering sweet nothings, and his clones often come around to cuddle you too...
But you yearn for his true embrace. Sephiroth told you when the reunion happens, his real body will emerge from its crystal prison. But the wait for this reunion is a never-ending cycle of agony. It felt like an eternity had passed since he last said that. Every time you looked at the crystal prison holding his damaged body, you’re overwhelmed by a deep, gnawing sorrow, just like how you feel now. So many promises he made to you, each one more sweet than the last. When will his dreams be realized!?
"Don’t be sad... Why tremble with sorrow that’s not even there?”
His suave words, like honey, flow from his warm voice, leaving a content smile on your face. You can almost feel his large gloved hands, stained with the blood of those human parasites, cupping your soft, rosy cheeks. He’s right, there is no sorrow here.
He’s doing everything he can to make the world safe for you and your future spawn. No matter how hard the wait is, you (shouldn’t) won’t complain. If only there was a way to show him how much you appreciate him. Maybe when you both reach the Promised Land, you'll find a dazzling jewel that will make his eyes light up?
And speaking of your future spawn, when will Sephiroth finally prepare your body? He once said when he gets the right materials, it's important for your body to do necessary "exercises"... You don't know what exactly he meant, but you know your love has your best interests in mind. That's why you need to wait.
You sense a wave of energy radiating through your body as you peer straight ahead. He’s here. You bit your lip to stop the giddy squeal of delight that threatens to escape as you see your beloved manifesting in the distance. You run towards him, your heart singing with joy. He is really here, in the flesh. You are so lucky to have someone like him. Someone who will always be there, showering you with unconditional love, affection and-
You freeze in your tracks when you see the menacing gleam in his mako, catlike eyes. His eyes are filled with ravenous desire as he finishes manifesting from the darkness. Have you done something wrong? But how? You haven’t interacted with his clones or anything else all day. He was even praising you earlier, telling you how much of a good girl you’ve been and how you deserve to be rewarded for it. So why is he staring at you like that?
“...s-sephiroth?” You whisper his name, looking up at him with wide-eyed innocence. His predatory grin only seemed to grow more menacing as he prowled toward you, his steps heavy and determined. You can sense his growing arousal. If he plans on having you, will his touch be gentle or rough? His muscular, towering build was a stark contrast to your slender, petite frame. Though his strength could easily snap you in half, you feel nothing but warmth and love whenever he cuddles you.
When Sephiroth comes closer, you notice he has an assortment of spheres in his large, gloved hands, each of them an array of vibrant colors. Before you can analyze them further, he embraces you. You raise an eyebrow as your head rests against his strapped, muscled chest. After almost an entire day of waiting, he's finally here. You're happy (you think), yet a feeling of dread is growing in the pit of your stomach.
You glance again at the colorful spherical shapes, discerning that they’re linked together by a silky chain, like a string of beads, and how they're nearly the same size as Sephiroth's big hands. You recognize them as Materia. Through, the colors and sizes are very odd. You haven’t seen Materia come in those before.
“w-what... are you going to do with those, beloved?” You croon, your hands resting gently on his powerful chest.
His chest then rumbles with a deep chuckle as your dread intensifies. He uses his free hand to stroke your flat, smooth belly. You hope you won't fail him-whatever he has planned...
#sephiroth x reader#yandere sephiroth#yandere sephiroth x reader#Final fantasy x reader#poor poor darling#cookies if you know exactly what Sephiroth is planning haha#really Jenova!Sephiroth x Reader#But Sephiroth himself is in control so 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️#The Crisis Cutie Collection#where the materia goes... is up to your interpretation#another entry for the Crisis Cutie Collection#been far too long#yandere x reader#yandere final fantasy#yandere reader insert#tw: gaslighting#tw: confinement#tw: emotional manipulation
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More WCI angst, because I've been rewatching it recently and wanna share the suffering:
After Bege captures him, imagine sleeping in Sanji's bed while he's away. Because you miss him, and it smells like him 🥺
Tbh, I could see this leading to you stumbling upon whatever porn/sex toy collection he has hidden away near or under his bed, when you go to change his sheets. (If you change his sheets, because maybe you don't, since then they wouldn't smell like him anymore.) Or maybe not, since its probably in a locked box somewhere.
Maybe it leads to you jerking off in his bed? Because it smells like him, and you miss him, damn it, more than you thought you would, and there's so much you want to ask him, so much you want to tell him, to do with him, and you just really need the relief.
Could also see this leading to him jerking off in his bed after he's back and finds out you've been sleeping in his bed, because now his bed smells like either just you (since you changed his sheets) or like the two of you, your scents mixed together (if you didn't change his sheets), and that smell makes him absolutely feral. Makes him wonder if you did more than just sleep in his bed while he was gone. What it would feel like to have you in his bed with him right now, even if you were just jerking off with him. What you'd sound like, what you'd smell like, what you'd feel like pressed against him and rocking your hips against his, maybe even letting him inside you...
Maybe you end up accidentally interrupting him jerking off in his bed, crawling into his bed out of habit, and being too sleepy at first to notice anything *ahem* amiss. At least until you flop into his bed and end up laying on top of him, apologizing for maybe landing a little too hard, and both of you being flustered by the fact that you're both So Close to one another now, and you want so badly to kiss him- and more.
Honestly feel like this should just lead to you two fucking in his bed. And its nice- slow, passionate, emotional sex, maybe with a few tears, because you both have been through so much recently, and it feels so good to finally be with him like this. Lots of gentle touches and "I love you"s, lots of cuddling and tender kisses.
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😭 this is the right amount of horny and sweet. Just being so overcome by his absence and snuggling in his bunk, but also being so desperate to be close to him you find yourself rocking against the pillow between your legs, shoving your face into his other pillow and muttering his name, words of how much you miss him and how much you need him muffled by the fabric that smells so damn much like him.
God and how it drives him crazy once he's back in his own bed that the smell of you lingers--even if you washed the sheets, he can still feel you there like a sense memory, feel the way your body sunk into the mattress and how you must have held his pillows tightly, maybe wishing it was him. It's almost inevitable that he's biting his fist and rutting into the mattress, wondering what it would be like if it were you instead.
And when you do finally join him, finally push past whatever walls are up between you, it's almost too much. You're gentle with each other, kinder than you'd probably like to be given how desperate you are to be with one another--but the more heated and frantic things can be saved for another time (and there will most certainly be another time). Tonight, you both deserve softness, tenderness--a reunion this important deserves quiet reverence.
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sionisjaune's fic masterlist
ao3 | writing tag | fic rec tag
★ on ao3
a better love deserving of - Lewis/Toto, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, 3k, rated E
historia abscondita - Mick/Nico, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Enemies to Lovers, 30k, rated E
says he’s gonna teach me just what fast is - Mick/Lewis/Nico, 15k, rated E
days of oblivion - Lewis/Nico, Alternate Universe - Doctor Who Fusion, 6k, rated T
a whole lot for me to settle - Seb/Christian, girl!Seb, Non-Linear Narrative, 2k, rated E
the slimy moonlit riverbed canopied with devastated clouds - Lewis/Nico, Spanish GP 2023, 6k, rated E
the movie called planet of love - Lewis/Nico, Hungarian GP 2023, 7k, rated E
the stairs in lamplight - Lewis/Nico, British GP 2024, 5k, rated E
on golden sands (part 1 of heist AU) - Seb/Lewis/Nico, Ocean's 11 AU, 6k, rated T
the ships that go sailing (part 2 of heist AU) - Seb/Lewis/Nico, Ocean's 11 AU, 12k, rated E
those who miss each other - Seb/Charles, travel influencer Charles, 8k, rated E
soul as sweet as blood-red jam - Lando/Carlos, mafia AU, 2k, rated E
feedback on low latency - Max/Daniel, internalized homophobia, 12k incomplete, tentatively rated E
soft rock star - Nico/Lewis, infidelity, 1.5k, rated E
★ for the f1 kinkmeme
want you to be my girl - Lewis/Nico, genderswap, fisting, 3k, rated E
your other one evaporate - Seb/Nico, genderswap, Nico is the princess of Monaco, 4k, rated E
for freedom and for pleasure - Lewis/Bono, d/s dynamics, Ferrari angst, 4k, rated E
send vibrations - Lewis/Bono and Lewis/Nico, 3k, rated E you take it, i dish it - Seb/Lewis/Nico, girl!Seb, 5k, rated E i think you like it, laughed when you came down - Nico/Jenson, girl!Nico, 3k, rated E got a mood about me but no one to love me - Seb/Christian, girl!Seb, 2k, rated E
★ tumblr fic
George/Alex sex shop meet cute
A Charles/Damiano scrap
Mick/Nico fantasy AU
fucked up brocedes hunger games au
Post-Met Gala 2016 Nico/Lewis with background Lewis/Miles
STEMcedes (Nico/Lewis)
Part 2 (a prequel)
Problematic sebcedes polyamory
Part 2 (aftermath of the failed threesome)
Part 3 (hospital room visit)
Girl!Nico/Jenson ballet AU (background Nico/Lewis)
Mick/Nico corporate AU
Mick/Lewis getting together (implied Seb/Mick/Lewis)
Space opera princess cake
Part 2 (Jenson arrives for the wedding)
Part 3 (the pre-wedding party)
The brocedes movie screenplay
Seb/Nico but they're girls on a high school soccer team
Nico is a street racer (and does a lot of cocaine) and Lewis is an F1 driver (the street racing cokehead nico tag contains related thoughts)
Part 2 (now with 100% more sex)
Part 3 (feat. Jenson Button)
Part 4 (Nico crashes)
Part 5 (more crash aftermath)
Part 6 (a quiet moment)
Part 7 (carseat makeouts)
Part 8 (a conversation)
Part 9 (platonic princess cake)
Part 10 (a reunion)
Nico/Lewis phone call after Interlagos 2022
Part 2: Spain 2023
Lewis is a journalist and Seb is an F1 driver
The original Carlos/Lando mafia drabble
Nico/Lewis high school AU (featuring Jenson)
Nico/Lewis subtle psychic powers AU
Max/Daniel Captive Prince AU
★ prompt fic
Smut dialogue prompts
PWP prompts
Trope mash up prompts
Breakup prompts
Kiss prompts
Finish the sentence prompts
Setting prompts
Holiday gift ficlets
Dialogue prompts
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wip roundup!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS!
so @glossysoap tagged me in a wip roundup but i didn't want to go into my wips before i finished my paper because... crunch time :) these won't be in the order of when they're going to get posted because truly, fuck knows at this point (i have goals though dw dw)
on camera - ethan landry x reader, ethan has a nsfwtwt
finish what he started - commander cody x reader (this one is my top priority to finish!)
kix x reader, untitled kix body worship fic. just taking care of the medic like he deserves hehe
soft focus fog chapter 3 - benedict bridgerton x reader, even though it's nowhere near finished it's my absolute favourite series i've ever written so far (this one is second priority, i just need to rewatch bridgerton! also i welcome asks about this series and Dear (which is what i've decided to call her!))
worlds apart chapter 1 - neteyam sully x human (eventual avatar) reader
untitled reunion fic - simon riley x reader (it's going to be so soft and loving because it's an ask from my sweet julie @websterss )
untitled yj!cameron mahkent x reader - hurt/comfort, i haven't written DC in so so long, but i read so many cam fics and had the biggest crush on him when i was a teen
untitled john price x reader - riding his pretty face hehe (i know glossy has one of these on her wip list but i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since i sent my ask so i'm gonna write my own too. there's no such thing as too many pussy-eating price fics)
codywan x reader - obi-wan's been sex pollen'd, reader and cody help him out 🤭
(unsure about this one) dom!reader x sub!chad x sub!ethan - the only reason i'm unsure is i'm on the fence about mommy kinks. if people are interested let me know and i'll add it to the wip list officially!
i also have one that isn't technically a wip because i haven't decided who yet, but i wanna write a pegging fic. OOOH maybe cal kestis...
that's all i have so far, and a couple of them are asks that are sitting, waiting for attention, and this list will undoubtedly grow
all these wips aside i desperately want to write for the 141 i just need ideas (i may have a bookish!reader x biker!ghost idea brewing for definitely no reason at all, glossy i swear) this includes darker fic ideas. i'll be redoing my whole theme and adjusting my yes's and no's, but if you have a dark idea, send it through and i'll decide from there whether i'm into it or not!
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Top Five Tarlos Moments
Post Season 4 Edition
Thanks @bonheur-cafe for the tag! Okay so, picking favorites of anything is so hard for me. Everything is my favorite. I love it all. @bluenet13 knows this better than anyone and it makes her life very difficult lol. But I’m going to try. Don’t hold me to these in a court of law please.
1. Soulmates- This was SO unexpected and I swear my soul left my body for a minute. To hear such an incredible declaration of love from Carlos, to get confirmation that he fell so hard and fast for T.K., and to discover that T.K. was terrified of what a beautiful person he’d just found was simply stunning.
2. Proposal- I mean, it’s perfect. Again, an amazing declaration of love, done is such a uniquely T.K. way, Carlos’ surprise (IS THE LIZARD BACK?!) and the way they both just kind of fall apart and curl up into each other is 😍
3. Breathe- Listen. I hated this whole arc, okay? I was so stressed about every single forking second of it. I just like it when the people are happy! But my god, what a reunion. T.K. coming to and immediately knowing what Carlos needed. And the broken, barely there, had to watch it six times to be sure “I love you” that he whispers. The way he pulls Carlos into himself and the way Carlos falls apart 😭😭😭. And I know that stupid background music is from a stupid can and I should hate it but damn it, it makes me feel things.
4. Kidnapping Reunion- The one where TNT gets taken. Guys. It’s the whump. The whump gets me. The fear, the relief, the passing out in his boyfriend’s arms. Exquisite.
5. Cake Smash- I will die on the hill of the cake smash. YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT IN TIMOTHY. To see them HAPPY, to see them CELEBRATING, to see them finally getting this incredible moment they’ve both earned in blood and sweat and tears and grief, we deserved it. Carlos going unexpectedly messy and T.K. loving every second of it is so freaking precious. And the kiss. My god the kiss. It’s so soft and sweet and I adore it.
OKAY BUT ALSO I REALLY LOVE THE DARTS SCENE AND LOU AND THE CAR UNDER THE NORTHERN LIGHTS AND THE COUCH SEX AND THE PRE-FIRE SEX.
Phew!
See? Told ya. Favorites are hard.
@bluenet13 consider yourself tagged, you list making fiend 😇😇😇.
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