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orangeblossomsintheair · 2 days ago
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CARLOS SAINZ
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u wake up with his arm around you. that’s the plot i fear
the first thing you noticed when you woke up was the heat. it wrapped around you like a blanket, thick and stifling, and you groaned softly, shifting against the sheets as you tried to find a more comfortable position.
but then you stopped. because something wasn’t right.
you opened your eyes, squinting against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and immediately found the culprit: carlos’s arm. his bicep, to be exact, and it was... right there. practically in your face.
you blinked, momentarily confused by your predicament, until reality hit.
sometime during the night, your fiancé had flung his arm over you and kept it there. and now it was resting just above your head, caging you in completely.
“oh, come on,” you muttered, half-exasperated and half-amused. you turned your head slightly, trying to shift away, but all that accomplished was pressing your cheek closer to the ridiculous mountain of muscle.
you huffed softly, lifting a hand to push at his arm but couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that bubbled out of you.
his muscles, even in complete relaxation, were ridiculous, thick and defined, warm under your touch. you poked him lightly, muttering, “what are you, a steel bar?”
tilting your head back, you glanced at him.
he was sprawled on his back, taking up most of the bed, his curls a chaotic mess against the pillow. his lips were parted, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, completely unaware of how obnoxious he was being.
“carlos,” you tried, your voice a sleepy grumble.
he didn’t move. of course, he didn’t.
you huffed softly, lifting a hand to push at his arm, but your fingers froze midair. because now that you were looking at it, at him, it was hard not to take in how unfairly beautiful he was.
your attempt to be annoyed crumbled instantly as you took him in. his jawline, dusted with faint scruff, caught the light just right and the freckles that decorated his cheeks were like a sprinkle of stardust. the warmth radiating off him was a comfort, even in the heat of midday summer.
you groaned again, quieter this time, because as much as you wanted to complain, the warmth and sheer solidity of him felt stupidly nice.
you rolled your eyes at yourself, trying to shake off the distraction.
“carlos..” you said again, louder this time, shoving at his arm for emphasis. he shifted slightly, a low hum rumbling in his chest, but his arm stayed firmly in place. If anything, it moved closer, the curve of his bicep now brushing against your forehead.
after a moment, you sighed in exasperation.
fine. if he wouldn’t wake up, you’d have to get creative.
without thinking, you tilted your head and in one swift motion, sank your teeth into his arm, the pressure firm but not painful, just enough to make your point.
he jerked awake instantly, a sharp inhale breaking the quiet. “Dios mío, what-” His voice was rough, accent thicker and gravelly with sleep, as he shot you a bleary-eyed look.
“good morning,” you said sweetly, even as you glared at him.
carlos blinked down at you, his arm still hovering near your face. his confusion melted into something amused, his lips curving into a lazy smirk. “did you just.. bite me?”
“you gave me no choice,” you shot back, shoving his arm off you. “you were suffocating me with your bicep.”
he chuckled as he stretched out beside you, clearly unbothered. “you could’ve just moved me.”
“i tried,” you said, glaring at him. “you’re like a human rock.”
carlos grinned, leaning closer until his face was inches from yours. “admit it, you like it.”
you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed under his teasing gaze. “next time, I’m biting harder.”
he laughed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back against him before you could protest. “mm.. don’t threaten me with a good time, baby..”
you blinked at him, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. “excuse me?”
"yeah," he drawled. "biting, maybe it’s my thing now. maybe I should look into it, explore this side of me…"
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "you’re impossible," you muttered, but the edge of annoyance had faded, replaced by the warmth of his teasing.
carlos’s smile softened as he pulled you closer, his hand sliding into your hair, and his breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “i should pin you down more.. give you an incentive.”
you huffed out a laugh, poking him in the chest, “is this a territorial thing? you like being claimed?”
he shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. "you never know, cariño. it could be our thing now."
before you could respond, he kissed the tip of your nose, cutting off any retort you might’ve had. And for a second, as you melted into his arms, it seemed like maybe this was your thing now.
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23victoria · 1 day ago
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Lewis
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but watching Lewis chop down a tree was more attractive than you could’ve prepared for. His beanie sat low over his braids, and his tailored winter coat somehow still showed off his lean figure as he worked. He was taking his time, pausing every now and then to adjust his grip on the saw.
“You okay over there?” he called, catching you staring.
“Mhm, mhmm,” you replied, lips pressed together to keep yourself from grinning too wide.
Lewis raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re making it very hard to focus on Christmas right now,” you said, pushing off the car to walk closer.
He chuckled, shaking his head as he went back to sawing. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Says the man chopping wood like he’s auditioning for a holiday romance movie,” you teased, standing just close enough to admire the way his muscles moved under his coat.
When the tree finally toppled over, Lewis turned to you, his smile soft and inviting. “So, what do you think? Still distracted?”
“Very,” you admitted, stepping into his space and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Think you can distract me more?”
“I’ll try,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you.
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Charles
Charles was doing his best, really. He had one hand on the axe and the other bracing the tree, his face scrunched up in concentration. The axe was slightly too big for him, but he wasn’t giving up.
“Almost there!” he exclaimed, breathless, his accent wrapping around the words as he gave the tree another swing.
You leaned against the side of the car, your head tilted as you admired him. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and the sleeves of his sweater were pushed up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms. God, the forearms.
“Mhm, mhmm,” you murmured, eyes sweeping over him appreciatively. “Take your time, baby. No rush.”
He glanced back at you, chest heaving, a strand of dark hair falling into his face. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“No reason,” you replied, biting back a grin as you watched him plant his feet and take another swing.
When the tree finally came down, Charles threw his hands up in triumph, laughing. “Voilà!”
“Very impressive,” you teased, stepping closer to loop your arms around his waist. “You know, you look really good with that axe.”
His eyebrows raised. “Do I?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. “Good enough to make me forget about decorating the tree.”
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Carlos
Carlos had insisted on chopping the tree down himself, despite your offers to help. He had his jacket unzipped and his scarf hanging loosely around his neck, clearly starting to warm up from the effort. His strong hands gripped the axe expertly, his movements steady and deliberate as he worked.
“Looking good, Sainz,” you called, leaning casually against a nearby stump.
He glanced over his shoulder at you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “I always look good, cariño.”
“Mhm, mhmm,” you hummed, your gaze fixed on the way his biceps flexed with each swing. You weren’t even trying to hide the fact that you were ogling him.
Carlos noticed, of course. “You’re not even looking at the tree.”
“That’s because I’m looking at something much more interesting,” you shot back, crossing your arms.
With one last swing, the tree fell, and Carlos turned to you, resting the axe on his shoulder. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And you’re too attractive for your own good,” you replied, stepping closer and tugging lightly on his scarf. “Think we have time to christen the cabin before we decorate?”
His grin widened. “You read my mind baby.”
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Max
You stood back, bundled in your warmest coat and scarf, watching Max work with the hand saw on the pine tree trunk. His jaw was clenched in determination, blond hair messy under his beanie, and his broad shoulders moving rhythmically with each pull of the saw. The man was efficient—grunting softly every now and then, his strength on full display.
“Almost there,” he muttered, glancing at you for just a second, flashing a confident smirk.
“Mhm,” you hummed, biting your lip and crossing your arms. You weren’t even cold anymore, not with the way he looked like some kind of outdoorsy calendar model.
When the tree fell with a soft thud, Max stood up and leaned against the trunk, wiping sweat off his brow. “What do you think?” he asked, breathing hard.
What you thought was that he looked so damn good doing that, you wanted to drag him into the cabin and forget about the tree altogether. “Yeah… looks great,” you murmured, trying to keep your cool.
Max narrowed his eyes knowingly. “You’re staring, schatje.”
“Maybe I like what I see,” you shot back, smirking.
“Careful,” he teased, stepping closer with that cocky swagger of his. “We might not even get the tree inside if you keep looking at me like that.”
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Lando
Lando wasn’t exactly the most experienced with an axe, but he was determined to prove himself. He stood in front of the tree, beanie crooked on his head, and his tongue sticking out slightly as he swung the axe.
“Are you sure you don’t want help?” you asked, hiding your amusement.
“I’ve got this!” he said confidently, though the axe got stuck in the trunk on his next swing.
You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him, his cheeks red from the cold and his hair peeking out from under his beanie. “Mhm, mhmm,” you murmured, mostly to yourself. He might’ve been struggling, but damn if he didn’t look good doing it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lando asked, catching the tone in your voice.
“Nothing,” you said quickly, though your grin gave you away.
Lando narrowed his eyes playfully. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
“Not at all,” you replied, stepping closer and brushing some snow off his shoulder. “In fact, I think you look pretty hot right now.”
He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Oh. Well. Thanks.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now hurry up before I get too distracted to wait for you to finish.”
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Oscar
Oscar insisted he could handle chopping the tree himself, even though you’d offered to take turns. His cheeks were already pink from the cold, the soft rise and fall of his breath visible in the winter air as he focused on the task. His grip on the saw was firm, and his jaw tightened in determination with each pull.
You stood nearby, bundled up in your jacket, unable to stop staring. He wasn’t showy or dramatic like some of the others might be—Oscar’s charm was in how quietly capable he was, how his calm confidence made it impossible to look away.
“Mhm, mhmm,” you murmured under your breath, leaning against a nearby stump as your eyes trailed over the way his arms flexed with each movement.
He paused mid-saw, glancing up at you with a raised brow. “What?”
“Nothing,” you replied, biting your lip to hide your smirk.
Oscar tilted his head, a knowing glint in his eyes. “You’re staring at me, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” you teased, crossing your arms as you walked closer. “My boyfriend looks very attractive chopping down a Christmas tree. What am I supposed to do, not look?”
His cheeks flushed, and it wasn’t just from the cold this time. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, though his smile betrayed him.
“You love it,” you shot back, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Finish up so I can drag you inside and show you just how much I appreciate your hard work.”
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Sebastian
Sebastian looked like something out of a winter magazine as he worked, his green jacket snug against his frame and his woolen hat perched perfectly on his head. He made chopping down the tree look effortless, his movements efficient and controlled as though he’d been doing this his whole life.
You stood off to the side, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to suppress the utterly indecent thoughts running through your mind. Watching him chop wood should not have been this attractive. And yet.
“Mhm, mhmm,” you hummed softly, tilting your head to admire the way his muscles shifted beneath his jacket with each swing of the axe.
Seb turned, catching your gaze, and a knowing smile spread across his face. “What’s that sound for?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
“Nothing,” you replied innocently, though the way you bit your lip gave you away.
“Nothing, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, resting the axe on his shoulder as he walked over to you. “You’ve been staring at me for the last ten minutes.”
“Can you blame me?” you asked, shamelessly letting your eyes sweep over him. “You look so good doing this, I’m starting to forget why we even need the tree.”
Seb chuckled, his gloved hand reaching out to tug you closer by the waist. “If we don’t decorate the tree, it won’t feel like Christmas,” he teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Decorating can wait,” you murmured, tugging lightly on his scarf. “I have other priorities right now.”
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Jenson
Jenson looked like he belonged in a holiday commercial as he worked, his scarf casually thrown over one shoulder and his jacket unzipped just enough to hint at the sweater underneath. He was taking his time, not rushing, his movements deliberate and precise as he wielded the axe with ease.
You stood nearby, watching him with an almost embarrassing amount of focus. His silver hair caught the sunlight, and the way his body moved with such confidence and control was doing things to you. Things you probably shouldn’t admit aloud.
“Mhm, mhmm,” you hummed appreciatively, your eyes shamelessly glued to him.
Jenson straightened, brushing snow off his hands as he turned to you with a smirk. “What’s with that look on your face?”
“What look?” you asked, feigning innocence even as your cheeks warmed.
“The one that says you’re not thinking about Christmas anymore,” he teased, resting the axe against the tree as he walked over to you.
You shrugged, tilting your head as you gave him a once-over. “Can you blame me? My boyfriend looks like he walked straight off the set of a Hallmark movie. How am I supposed to focus on the tree?”
He chuckled, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “So, what you’re saying is, I’ve distracted you?”
“Completely,” you admitted, running your hands up his chest.
Jenson leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about ways to distract you since we got here.”
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mattyriddlesbitch · 2 days ago
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Merry Christmas
Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader
Warnings: oral (Male receiving), fingering (Male receiving), pegging, cussing.
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You had never gotten a better Christmas present before. Your wonderful boyfriend decided to give you an early Christmas present. One that you've asked about a few times. He'd always decline it, feeling awkward about it.
But when Christmas rolled around and all the gifts were handed out and opened, he said he had one more gift for you. He led you over to the bedroom, making you confused. When he opened the door, you saw a strap laying on the bed with a thin, pale dildo attached to it.
Your eyebrows shot up, staring at the strap on the bed. “Is this-Are you…?” You looked back over at him.
Mattheo’s eyes darted around the room, feeling shy and awkward about everything. “You keep asking to…so I just thought, you know…”
“Are you sure?” You asked, grabbing his hand to make him look at you.
He cleared his throat, looking back at you. “Yeah. I’m sure. Just…ease into it.”
You smiled before helping guide him over to the bed, tugging down the Christmas pajama pants he was wearing and the boxers underneath as he pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed the shirt on the floor before making work of yours, his lips instantly attaching to one of your nipples. A moan escaped your mouth as you shimmied off your pants before pushing him back to lay on the bed.
His cock was already almost fully erect as you took him in your mouth, taking him as far as you could before popping off. You put one of your fingers in your mouth, making sure it was wet with your spit as Mattheo nearly groaned at the site.
“Gonna go nice and slow.” You said as you took the finger out of your mouth and pressed it against his hole.
He hissed as your finger started pressing in, leaning his head against the mattress. “Fuck.” He groaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, pausing your movements.
“Uh uh, keep going.” He muttered.
You continued, pushing your finger in further before taking his cock back in your mouth. He cursed under his breath again, hips thrusting up to make you take him further. You continued for another minute before adding another finger, relishing in all his moans and curses.
You could feel him right about to reach his orgasm before pulling away, chuckling at the whine leaving his throat.
“Don’t forget about my present, Matty.” You smiled as you moved to start putting on the strap.
“Didn’t have to edge me, though.” He grumbled as he caught his breath.
“You act like I won’t let you cum at all.” You laughed, securing the strap on your body.
He rolled his eyes at your words, but didn’t protest any further.
Once you had the strap attached properly, you walked back over to him, guiding him to get on all fours.
“Don’t you dare tell a soul about this.” He threatened as he rolled over to his stomach and pulled himself onto all fours..
“You’re gonna like it.” You said, grabbing some lube from your drawers and pouring it onto the dildo, using your hand to spread it along the length of it.
“Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas.” He muttered sarcastically as you positioned yourself behind him, making you chuckle again.
“Just relax, Matty.” You whispered to him before pressing the dildo to his hole, easing the tip in slowly.
The feeling made him hiss again, cussing as he gripped the sheets. You kept pressing in ever so slowly, making sure not to hurt him, and, based on his moans, it sounded like the opposite. As soon as you bottomed out, you gave him a moment to adjust to the feeling before beginning to pull out slowly. He gasped as you pushed back in, setting a slow pace since this was his first time doing anything like this.
“That feel good?” You asked, gripping his hips softly.
“Yeah, just-just keep it slow.” He nodded before leaning his head forward onto the bed.
“Of course, baby.” You said reassuringly.
You leaned over him, pressing your chest to his back before reaching around to grab his cock. It was rock hard and leaking precum.
“Merlin, fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” He said with some strain after nearly crying out. It was all so much for him.
“Just enjoy it, Matty. I got you.” You said softly, urging him to relax.
You kept your pace, thrusting in and out slowly, stroking his cock in time with your thrusts. It was a bit awkward since you’ve never done this before and it was a little tiring, but his moans were worth it. It was pushing you to keep going.
“Fuck, fuck fuck. I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum. Holy shit.” He warned, shutting his eyes as tight as he could, clutching onto the sheets for dear life.
“Cum for me, Matty. Show me how good it feels.” You said, squeezing his cock just a bit harder.
He thrusted in time with you, fucking his cock into your hand until he came, covering the sheets beneath him in his cum, moaning and crying out until it became too much and he pulled your hand away from his cock. His body began to relax when you stopped, only tensing again when you pulled the dildo out before collapsing onto the bed.
“How was that?” You asked, rubbing his back as you settled beside him.
“Better than I was thinking.” He muttered into the bed.
You chuckled at the confession. “So…is this gonna be a more regular thing?”
“On special occasions.”
“Well, best Christmas present ever.”
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schlattslonghairytoes · 1 day ago
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omg wait i just sent in the baby it’s cold outside request and im now realizing that YOU PLANTEF THE SEED IN MY BRAIN WITH YOUR HCS WHEN I CATCH YOU!!
but if you don’t mind could you please go more into depth with that idea pls pls pls
the christmas spirit
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you were sat on your sofa watching you boyfriends newest podcast episode, you were sorting through your own footage when you hear him talk about making a christmas album
now you knew he could sing, but an album worried you, he was no sinatra. so you decided to call him up and see what he was thinking
you clicked on his contact and began calling "jayjay😏" after 5 rings you really considered giving up, but you finally saw the word connecting
you again considered hanging up when he answered the phone looking like this.
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"what." he groaned it a low pitched voice, you giggled before realizing what time it was by him
"jay why were you sleeping at five P.M" you squinted your eyes at him
"im tired." he deadpanned. you sighed before laughing again at his mad face, before you could speak he began to stretch and the angle where he dropped his phone gave you a full view of his beautiful body.
"do you know hot you are?" you ask admiring your boyfriend.
"ill hang up on you, slut." he never did like compliments.
"brat, anyways." you rolled your eyes "i just finished watching chuckle, you looked very cute, but what was this about a christmas album?"
his face lit up "i forgot to tell you! okay so remember my way, well i know you remember it but you get it, i wanted a new project to focus on so im going to make a christmas album!"
schlatt found it very hard to focus on one thing for a prolonged period of time, but he always loved singing so you believed this would be good for him.
"babe and how are you gonna do that?" you questioned, he began to pout as he walked to his bathroom and set down his phone on the counter
"what you dont beweve in me?" he asked in a weird baby voice, while alos having a mouth full of toothpaste
"gross. no of course i do, but i mean your gonna need a producer, a person to re-write the music so you can own it, a vocal coach, how much is this gonna cost you?" you voiced your concerns
"not as much as ill make from it" he laughed
"ugh i hate you" a sigh escaped you but he persisted
"and one more thing.. i want you to be in it."
-if there is one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were not about to be one of those youtubers who started making shitty music
-so when i tell you it took a long time to get schlatt to convince you to be on the album, it took months
-but when you eventually came around schlatt was ecstatic
-and honestly you were kinda excited too, you would get to see your boyfriend after not seeing him for over a month
-and with this album drop, you both agreed it would basically be your own version of a hard launch
-you wanted to pick songs that would compliment both of your voices, but also make it pretty clear you were more then just friends
-you chose santa baby and baby its cold outside, but schlatt added another, your favorite song, something stupid by frank and nancy sinatra
-you were so excited to see him that the thought of having to sing that well didnt even cross your mind
-but you boarded your flight to LA without second thought, excited to see your favorite boy when you landed
schlatt fucking hates Los Angeles, its hot, the people suck ass, theres always traffic, and right now, the fact that your not with him is driving him insane.
your flight should be landing any minute, and hes sitting in an airport trying to hide and make sure no one recognizes him.
the reason that becoming increasingly difficult is because fucking jack manifold, tom simons, and harry tornado (average harry), waltz off the plane, into the airport, in los angeles.
where everyone is always looking for someone to recognize.
schlatt is hiding twenty feet away from them, but hes already gotten noticed four times, the man cant catch a break.
he just wants to see his girlfriend, not interact with his fuckass fans
that fact that your relationship was private didnt help, he would one hundred percent makeout with you in the middle of the airport, but now that you have planned your hardlaunch he has to contain himself.
harry and jack were taking a picture with a fan, and tom was pissing as usual when schlatt finally saw you
he launched himself up and flailed his arms around like a clown to you, when you saw him you bolted across the floor and threw your bags at harry, who fell over from the force.
like flat on his ass.
you ran and jumped your man “i missed you so much baby” you laughed
“there is a group of teenage girls to your left that have their phones out, i love you so fucking much but save it for the bnb.” he smiled down at you
you giggled and looked over at the six girls, who were activley ignoring harry and tom who were awkwardly standing by them
"holy fucking shit im your biggest fan, please please please can i get a picture with you ive been watching you since i was fucking ten." one girl yelled
"kezia shut the hell up your gonna scare her away." another slapped her
"alanna you dont understand." she wailed
"you look alot like our art teacher" another added
"renn arent you a patron of her podcast?" holy fuck there were so many of them
they all began yelling over eachother and fan girling over you, "do you guys want a picture, or we can make a tiktok or something, up to you guys." you said politely
"can i be in it?" harry asked quietly
"um, sorry, who are you?" tom and jack started hysterically laughing and slapping harry
you guys ended up making a funny tiktok in the middle of LAX and they told you they were all friends because of an art class they have together.
after you all said our goodbyes you all loaded into ted's truck that schlatt was borrowing to haul you all around
you got in the passenger seat as schlatt went over the plan for the week
"okay, we have an airbnb for all of us, but two of you have to share a room, theres three in total. so jack tom and harry two of you will have to be sharing a bed, no homo in my airbnb do ya' hear me?"
they all burst out laughing and agree to schlatts terms
"okay, today once all of you are back at the bnb, im gonna head to the studio to record my solo songs, tommora' im recording with tom and jack, harry you can tag along or whatever, wednesday me and you are together"
he rested his hand on your thigh as he looked at you, his eyes full of stars, looking at you as if you had hung them
"then Thursday, me ludwig, quackity and theo are gonna be down there, the rest of the week is scheduled incase we need to re-record anything or just have fun, everyone undertand?"
he squeezed your thigh as he drove, eyes locked on you
"eyes on the road buddy" you pushed his head foward and sat back in your seat admiring you boyfriend as your friends wrestled in the back.
"harry cut it out, tom stop touching his bum or whatever you britsh fucks call it. youre being gay man, what did i say about that." schlatt jokes, he told you privately that he was bisexual so you knew his jokes were simply just jokes
you watched him as he yelled at the monkeys in the back seat and all you could think is how good of a dad hes going to be, you've spoke about kids before, and your both on the same page which is a huge relief.
you thought about what features your kids would get from him, and god you hoped it was his nose, you loved his nose.
"can ya' stop thinking so hard i swear i can hear your thought." he laughed as he stopped at a red light, looking over to you again
"i just love you so much." you laughed
"ew mom and dad are gonna fuck!" tom gagged
"get a room you perverts" harry lent over the middle console and made smooching noises, schlatt grabbed his face and pushed him back into his seat.
"this is gonna be a long fucking week, im gonna kill myself i swear." schlatt scoffed
"take me with you then" you sighed and slouched into your seat.
day one. (six days remaining)
you woke up with schlatts arms wrapped around your waist, good start.
you both woke up early so you could get breakfast for you and your kids, as you walked up the streets of LA all you could think about is how you want to spend the rest of your life with this man.
"penny for your thoughts?" he laughed, but was one of his calm laughs that was so genuine and unforced
"just love you, love us y'know? i wanna have a big house, a cat, maybe a dog, some little you's running around, i just cant wait to move in with you next month"
"if you say anything like that again ill fuck you right here. dont test me, im gonna have to walk around witha' boner now you whore"
your laugh escaped you and you had to bend over and stop walking as you look up at your now tomoato colored boyfriend.
"c'mon keep it moving." he gunted, a small smiled appearing on his stone cold face.
you ate breakfast together then made your way back to the bnb to deliver food to your "kiddos", soon after they all left for the studio so you decided to start a little project of your own, a suprise one
since schlatt was going to hard launch your realationship through something he loved, you decided you'd do the same
a little video about the love of your life
day two (five days remaining)
you and schlatt repeated the same routine in the morning, you went and got breakfast, went back the bnb, got changed and finally left for the studio
on your walk there schlatt warned you about the homeless person right infront of the studio
"no im so serious, he actually tried to stab me two days ago, and when i finaly got away from him he started yelling how he could take me, and not in a fight. let me tell you, he was not my type."
you both walked into the studio to be met by a italian man named David, but it was pronounced daviday.
he directed you both to a booth were you were instructed to drink tea and blow bubbles into a cup
"babe im starting to get nervous, if i fuck up, or have a voice crack, and you laugh at me. so help me god im breaking up with you" you told him
"lemme tell you what happened yesterday" he sat down and began drinking his tea. "i let harry sing one line on jingle bells and his voice went up and octave and cracked. it was so funny holy shit, i have to get that recording."
you both contiuned talking about the recording process so far, until david told you he was ready to begin, starting with baby its cold outside and you were gonna do a full run through no matter the mistakes.
the music counted in and you started off the song "i really cant stay" you sang. then your boyfriend came in with "but baby, its cold outside" and your eyes widened at how good he sounded
you went through the full thing and after the last line you laughed until you heard davids voice, "both of you, that was shit, do it again."
schlatt didnt even seem fazed by this. holy fuck you were in for a long day.
once david was semi happy with that song you moved onto something stupid, and that one went by much faster.
but the song you were dreading most was next, mostly cause you had to carry the whole song
schlatt started off the ong with the iconic bu-bum, bu-bum' when your voice came in "santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me, been an awful good girl."
as you sang your eyes looked up at him an winked before you focused on singing again.
schlatt continued through the song, but the moment you were done, he scurred off to the bathroom while you did certain lines and verses over and over
when he came back, his face was significantly redder, but you just laughed and moved on, too focused on perfecting your song
you had been recording for over 12 hours now, both of you exhausted.
when you were finally done it was two am.
you called an uber and headed back to the bnb
as you fell asleep on schlatts chest, all you could think about was how you couldnt wait to upload the album, and finally live with the love of your life.
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verycoolusername1 · 3 days ago
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Somebody Who Will
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Summary: In which you get the best present of all this holiday season... even if it can't fit under the tree
Track 2 of fruitcake - buy me presents
A/N: missed writing for my babyyy
I never done secret Santa before so idrk how it's done- so I'm apologizing beforehand.
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Working for the devils was amazing as it always is well if you exclude the absolute chaos that happens when you're hanging out with the team.
Seeing Cap every day was definitely a plus. Did you have a crush on your co-worker who you definitely shouldn't have a crush on? Yes.
Did you tell one of his best friends about said crush on your fellow co-worker? Also yes.
Jack nudged your side, getting your attention.
"Did you hear Nico? We're doing secret Santa today." Jack told you. "I just hope I don't get Luke again."
You laughed beside him. "What a nightmare that was."
"Haha very funny." Jack rolled his eyes.
You put your hand in the bowl and picked up a piece of paper, Jack did the same as well.
Your eyes widened when you saw the name on yours, Nico.
"Shit," You cursed. "Hey Jack can we switch?" You whispered.
Jack only chucked. "Hm sorry dude, mine is actually a good one. Who did you get? Was it Nico?"
Jack laughed louder when you didn't reply. "Oh my god is it actually?"
You huffed. "Don't get too happy, only gonna make my feelings for him worse than it already is."
"Well we have two weeks till the Christmas party, I'm sure you'll find a gift and a way to tell him." He reassured you.
You shrugged. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say hughes."
"I mean I can help you... but only if you get good photos of me on the ice today." Jack looked at you, seriously.
You rolled your eyes. "So more girls can swoon over you? No way."
"Fine help me with mine, and I'll maybe set you up with Nico, I got Dawson." Jack confessed.
"See now we're getting somewhere, this can work." You grinned. "And hm I'll throw in the photos for free."
Jack hugged you tight. "You're the best!"
"I know, you never tell me enough."
The next two weeks have been a blur, suddenly you were about to go to the Christmas party in a couple of minutes, gift in hand.
When you first walked into the party you were heavily greeted by some of the wags and of course, Jack.
"Have you talked to Nico yet? Did you confess your undying love for him?" Jack immediately laughed.
You swatted your hand at him in embarrassment as the wags gave knowing looks, some smirking.
"He's... he's joking guys." You tried to tell them.
One of them chuckled. "Don't think I ever seen Jack joke about this." The wags began agreeing.
You groaned internally, it was one thing when Jack was saying it but the wags as well? You were doomed.
"Oh hey is that Nico over there? On the balcony." Jack pointed out.
You snapped your head immediately, ignoring the chuckles and saw that Jack was in fact right.
"I-I'll be right back." You begin to walk off, the wags and Jack(who is somehow the loudest) cheering you on.
You opened the door, signaling your arrival. Nico's shoulder relaxed when he saw it was you.
"Hey." He smiled softly.
You moved closer to him. "Hey. I got you a little something."
You gave him the gift which he immediately accepted. You awaited his reaction as he unwrapped the gift. A photo of the two of you in a photoframe(that you definitely didn't steal from Jack).
"Wow..." Nico was at a lost of words.
It was a silly photo really, Jack took it one night. You smiled big at the camera while Nico was too busy looking at you, trapped in a love sick gaze.
"This is amazing." Nico looked at you. "Thank you."
"Oh it's not a big deal, kinda had to get you something." You shrugged it off to ignore your racing heart.
Nico chuckled softly at your reaction, clearly amused.
"So what's with the bow?" You chuckled, gesturing to his hair where it was stuck... oddly.
"Jack made me do it." Nico mutters. "Said I would make a good present for you? I did get an actual present for you though, it's kinda big."
You are grinning, biting back a smile. "Well you still look cute if that means anything."
Nico pulled you closer in his embrace. "Oh yeah?"
You nodded. "Definitely."
You take the bow off his head. "I like you better without it though."
You looked back to see Nico with a slight flush appearing on his face.
"You truly think that?" Nico asked, vulnerability evident in his tone.
You nod slowly, smiling. "Of course, I would be a fool if I didn't."
"I love you Y/n." Nico's hand traces your hip lightly. "Just wanted you to know."
You sighed. "I love you too Nico, no need to worry about it."
You leaned into his touch, the two of you staying like that for a while as the night whisked you two away in your own little world.
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spidybaby · 3 days ago
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can you do a Ferran the type? please 🥺❤️
Ferran The Type
Summary: A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Ferran would be ✨️
Warnings: cursing.
A/N: @11fer here's your credits 🤨
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He's the type to give you random gifts when he's away during a game, always saying <just because>
"Hey, are you already on your way to uni?" He asks.
"I mean, I'm almost out the door. Why?"
"Oh, nothing." He giggles. "Just wondering."
You frown at his giggles. "Okay, weirdo." You laugh. "How was the flight? Did you eat anything?"
"I shared a sandwich with Pedri."
"Of course you did." You roll your eyes while smiling. There's no day this man wouldn't do anything with his work wife named Pedri. "Was it good?"
"Meh."
You talk with him while you check your bag one last time. You grab your house and car keys. He hears your front door and your car door closing.
"Hey, do me a favor."
"Dime, amor." You say, switching to the car speakers so you can place everything you have in the seat next to you without having to have your phone in hand.
"Check the backseat for me."
"What?" You ask, confused at his request.
You turn, finding the cutest basquet. It has your favorite snack, the lip kit you mentioned you were thinking of buying, a small plushy, and some jewelry goodies.
"Ferran, why?"
He sighs, "Just because." He says.
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He's the type to come up with a special sign for a goal celebration.
"If I score, it will be yours." He smiles at you.
You were laying next to him. Talking about what the next game would be like, how he feels and all that.
"I'll hold you to that word." You chuckle.
The silence fell in the room. You are enjoying the peace of just the two of you. While he was thinking about the goal.
When sira and him were together, he did the "s" for her. It was their thing. Not like it was a unique thing. Any footballer that has a girlfriend or partner chose that celebration.
But he didn't want to do the same. First it was basic, not that what he did for sira was basic, but the celebration was... is still.
He thought about doing something else, but how would you know that is meant for you?
"We don't have a celebration." He says, interrupting the silence.
You open your eyes, turning your head to the side. You find his worried eyes.
"We don't have what?"
"A goal celebration for us."
You don't find what the big deal is. He can literally stick his tongue out and you'll he proud either way.
"Well, what about my initial."
"No." He shakes his head. "We need something unique, something ours."
You move your hand to where his cheek is. "Then let's think of one." You say.
You spend the rest of the night preparing your special celebration. He wanted it to be perfect. To be yours truly.
He's possessive so he would give you each kit the team has during the season with his name on the back.
"And this is from the second half against Real Betis." He says, giving you the recently washed jersey.
You look at him and then at the already full drawer of his jerseys. The number of jerseys you have is growing with every game he plays.
You tried to lower the number by donating some of the jerseys to a foundation that used them to get founds.
You obviously told Ferran, who signed the jerseys before giving them back to you.
Then he was injured, so there were no jerseys that needed to be placed in the drawer. No accumulation.
When he got back, it began again. He took the jersey home, washed it and then handed it to you.
And it was the same ritual, he would visit you the night before a game, he would pick a random jersey and then you would use it.
"How do you know it's from that game?" You ask curious. "It looks like any other jersey it's there."
He gives you this excuse of why he would know that the jersey you are now holding is from that specific game.
"I have a Pedri jersey." You say, moving to grab the jersey. "He gave it to me to take to the foundation, and I forgot it here." You explain.
He shakes his head, grabbing the jersey from your hands and throwing it to the small trash can you have in your room.
"Ferran!" You say, getting up and trying to move to save the jersey.
Your actions were interrupted by him pulling you by your hand and making you hit his chest. He then grabs his jersey, moving your arms up and pulling the jersey through your head.
You are confused at everything. "What are you doing?" You ask, moving the hair from your face. "Are you crazy?" You ask, looking at him with a frown.
He grabs your face, kissing your lips. His big hands are locking you in place, one on your waist and the other one in the back of your head.
The air was running low for you. He could go for ages, being a footballer has its benefits.
You push him lightly. He then moves his lips to your cheeks and chin, kissing it sweetly.
"Ferran, stop." You say. "What is going on?" You chuckle.
"You don't need any other player's name on your back." He says, grabbing your chin and making you lock eyes with him. "Only mine." He smiles, pecking your lips.
When he's drunk, specially in the club, at a party. Hes very clingy and is all over you.
"I want one last shot." Ferran says, placing his face on your shoulder. "Maybe vodka."
You can barely understand him. He has the drunk accent that was making you laugh.
"No, amor." You shake your head. "No more shots." You pout.
He pouts too, hugging your waist and moving his head a little more upwards, being able to kiss your neck and jawline.
"The last one." He begs. "Por favor."
You shake your head again, moving your arms to hug him. "You are drunk, baby." You remind him. "Let's take it easy."
He pouts again, burrying his face in your neck. You smile at the very clingy and baby attitude he's putting.
You keep the conversation with your friend, who's smirking at how funny Ferran looks. They all were used to him being like that as soon as he gets to a tipsy state.
It's very well known between friends and family that Ferran needs to always have some type of contact.
Now try to get that to a higher level, and you'll get how he is when he's drunk. He likes to hug you by the waist, he likes to give you neck kisses, he likes to kiss your lips in a sloppy way.
After a good ten minutes of him just hugging you like a baby, he decides to try one more time. "A shot, please." He says, puppy eyes.
You roll your eyes. "Fine, wait for me here." You say, getting out of his hold and getting up.
"Can I go with you?" He asks, whiny voice.
The way his hand is grabbing yours, scared of you walking away from him. It was so sweet yet so funny.
"I'll be only a few feet away, amor." You explain, pointing to the bartender. "Two minutes."
He shakes his head, getting up from his seat and walking with you to the bartender. You ask him to turn and to check if your friend is following.
While he is distracted, you ask for a shot of water. The bartender smiles at you and gives you exactly that.
"Here's your vodka." He says, winking at you with a funny face. "A lemon?"
"Grab your lemon." You say to Ferran.
He does, adding salt. You hand him the shot, and he acted as if it was burning him. "That was good but disgusting."
You thank the bartender, you walk back to your place. He seats first and then he pulled you into his lap.
Your back is sticked to his chest, and his arms are locking you in place. You turn and give him a kiss. It was easy since his head was placed in between your neck.
You can feel the heat that emanates from him. The warmth of his cheek over your skin was comforting.
He trusts you so much. Not only in the relationship but with everything, literally everything.
"So," He says, grabbing your attention as you write something on the computer. "I have something to tell you."
You nod, paying attention to him. You humm so he could continue with his story.
"You remember that I told you about Eric and that girl?" He asks, folding the laundry.
You nod, closing the laptop. You want to know the rest of that uncontinued story. "Yes, what about it?"
"Well, she's back, but turns up she's a" He turned his head to his left and then to the right. "Escort." He whispers
Your eyes open so much. "No!" You say surprised. "How did you find out?"
"He called her to meet again, and when they were done fucking, she tell him that she needs to leave and if he has the money."
You cover your mouth. "That's bananas." You laugh.
"Not only that." He interrupts your laugh.
"Oh my gosh." You sigh. "What else?"
He smirks, finishing with the last t-shirt. "She gave him crabs."
"Tell me this is a joke!" You say, shocked with the information.
"No, Pedri had to threw the towell he was using so nobody would use it once they took it to clean it."
You two keep talking about the subject a little bit more. You even change the subject to what he wants for dinner and that it was his turn to cook.
"Oh, and my mom has a boyfriend." He says, placing the plate of food in front of you.
"Qué?"
He's the type to be always loud and energetic.
"Mi mujer me estaba llamando pero yo no contesté." He sings while he's changing.
You can hear his singing from your office, you shake your head no as you go back to your email.
"Yo tengo un problema de alcohol, yo no sé porqué soy así." He keeps singing as he walks down the hallway. "Amor, I'm leaving." He says.
You lift your eyes from the screen to his. "Adiós, amor." You smile. "Have a nice training, love you." You send him a kiss.
You then go back to the reading as he walks down the stairs. Just when you think the house would be silent and calm you head him yell.
"Be ready at four, I'm taking you out."
You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you think that everybody in the neighborhood heard your plans.
"Amor!" He yells again. "Did you hear me?"
"I think the neighbors heard you as well." You say in an elevated tone.
It was enough for him to hear, but not enough to bother others.
"Vale, adiós." He yells again.
You shake your head. Trying not to laugh at him.
As the day passes and the hour of your date comes, you prepare for it. You change into something more appropriate and wait for him to pick you up.
When he's outside, he lets you know. You find his car and a smily Ferran looking at you.
"You look gorgeous." He says, opening the door for you. "Love you."
"Love you too." You say, giving him a kiss.
The drive consisted of him telling you all about his training session, how he bothered Pedri, and his small gym session.
At the restaurant he ordered for the two of you. Something he sometimes does. It was well appreciated because you don't always know what to order.
"So then we find them together in the janitors closet." You say, telling him a story from your work.
He laughs, but not a normal laugh. He's laughing so hard that even the others turn to see him. Some smiling at how happy he looks and other looking at him with a wtf expression.
"Fer, don't be loud." You say.
"Sorry, it was too fun." He smiles.
Even when he was loud, you knew he was your loud one. So you just accept it.
Like I mentioned before, he's the type to be needy of contact all the time.
It can be your hand wrapping one of his fingers while you go out of somewhere.
It can be him grabbing your belt hoop while you shop around the store.
Your arms sticking together while you two stand up together or his hand on your knee as you are sitting.
Sometimes, when he's sleeping, he will turn around and find you in a peaceful position. He doesn't want to wake you up, so he will place his feet close to yours under the covers. That way, he can go back to sleep without bothering or waking you up.
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🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl 🩷 @11fer 💚
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reidingandallthat · 10 hours ago
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rambling just to you (s.r)
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spencer thinks you mind his rambling, and you tell him just how wrong he is
spencer reid x reader words: 2.4k cw: fluff, uhh first time writing for spence so pls spare me, lots and lots (too much) infodumping, reader is described kind of as a social person and a people pleaser, self deprecating talk(just for a while, it gets all good)
You've taken it upon yourself your entire life to keep a conversation going. Maybe the other person doesn't wanna talk, but it's too awkward to not say anything so you keep the conversation going. Maybe you haven't talked in a while, or maybe they're giving you dry responses, you still go off on a story of yours, only to a limit of course, to not make it weird. 
You've always felt like you trained yourself to be interesting or funny so the other person isn't bored. You don't resent it. It's made you a fun person, good to be around, and you quite enjoy it. But sometimes, it's nice to only laugh, or listen. To not have to constantly search your brain for references, or for a further punchline, or a teasing remark. But you attract what you give, so you make yourself content in talking. To enjoy making other people laugh, it's nice, to see someone smile and laugh over what you say but that tiny inkling in your heart always stays.
But life never presents you things you prepare yourself for. 
And that's exactly what happens when you walk through the doors of the BAU office, prepared for anything they might have for you. But oh you were so unprepared.
He was already so noticeable with his doe eyes and curious gaze. He offers his hand to you, introducing himself as “Dr. Spencer Reid,” and you notice curious glances on you both. Emily Prentiss- who is now one of your best friends, shared a knowing look with Penelope, the technical analyst. You didn't know then, but the grin on her face was of someone who had already made a thousand plans in her head regarding her friends.
You only give him a curt smile and go to the conference room.  JJ gave everyone the profile as was the usual, but it's your first day so you only follow their lead at first. Hotch gets up from his seat with a “Wheels up in 30”, which left you a bit confused, but you deciphered from context it meant as a sign to get going. Soon you're all in the jet, everyone provides their input and you chime in when needed, unsure of when to speak up. But when you notice something important, you finally speak up,
“One of the victims said that he was given ‘medicine’ by the unsub when he was sick, later we found cocaine in his blood. He believes cocaine can cure colds, maybe he's thinking through the Victorian era.” You say, looking over the case file.
Everyone shares puzzled looks, surprised by your comment,
“How are those things related? Were the Victorians always doing cocaine or something?” Derek asks, and everyone's attention is on you.
“Well, no. It was prescribed as medicine.” Your answer doesn't help, it only causes their faces to look more confused.
Suddenly conscious of all the attention on you, a little bit of nervousness kicks in, but you open your mouth to speak when you're interrupted by the only person who doesn't look puzzled, more like…excited?
“Yeah! Cocaine wasn't known as a drug back then, they thought it had medicinal properties, and it does, but they didn't know its actual use. It was prescribed for hay fever, asthma and even melancholy,” He chuckles a little, taking a breath before continuing.
Everyone's looking at him now, confused, exasperated, and a little bit curious but not enough, you could tell. You tilt your head in amusement, very endeared by his excitement because you get it, you get his excitement to share it. Maybe another time you would've been offended if someone interrupted you, but how could you complain? He was so nice to look at!
“Drugs were also present in a children's medicine that was advertised as a remedy to quiet crying and fussing children, it was fairly popular because well- it worked,”
“Morphine.” You interrupt him. 
Now everyone's attention was on you. 
“The children's medicine had morphine in it.” You elaborate yourself, looking around at everyone but settling your gaze on Spencer, at last.
He gives you a smile, nods accompanying it as he looks around to his co-workers, agreeing to your comment. You smile, grateful to him for this moment. It's not much, but it helps with fitting into the group that's foreign to you.
Hotch breaks the silence as he always does, with facts about the case but at that moment, you two share a look. 
It hadn't meant much back then to you, but now it holds the most love because it reminds you of your everyday life. You had stopped trying to keep up with Spencer, with his random history, philosophy, mathematical, scientific and facts about obscure foreign films that now you just listen to him tell you about them. 
You've learnt more since you've met him than you have your entire life. You enjoyed learning, and it was just all the more enjoyable when he was the one talking. You always say how nice it would've been if you knew him during your masters, your degree would've been much more bearable.
But he was here now, and it's just like everyday, or as daily as it could be without the two of you rushing out the door because of a call.
You're making eggs and he's drinking his coffee, his mouth constantly moving, rambling about Greek myths that he had read last night. Naturally, you asked what he had read and of course, he was perfectly content to indulge you,
“You know Arachne was a weaver. She was better than most and she was prideful and arrogant in her talent. She started bragging about how she could weave better than the gods. So Athena decided to challenge her, but she lost. But things didn't go very well for Arachne either.” He stops for a sip of his coffee.
You don't need to ask, because he will continue soon enough, but you do it anyway, “Why not?”
“Well…” He says with a smile on his face, “Athena came down as an old woman to teach her to be respectful to the gods. But Arachne didn't listen. So in a fit of rage, Athena turned Arachne into a spider. But,”
Spencer takes a pause for dramatic effect and you chuckle, placing his breakfast plate in front of him, giving him a peck on his lips and sitting down on the couch, your legs draped over his lap, “Athena didn't take her powers, Arachne still was the best weaver.”
“So what? Now Arachne was just this spider weaver creature..??” You ask in confusion, rubbing your eyes which were still laden with sleep.
“Yes!!!” He says, excitedly, “Every spider you see weaves a web. Her curse was she will never be human, but she will still be a weaver. That's why spiders weave webs.”
Safe to say, your jaw was left hanging as he came to the end of the story, “That's the story? Oh my god.” 
He laughs at your incredulity and you swat him playfully, a teasing gesture, “You're getting good at this, the storytelling was-,”. You gesture a chef's kiss and he laughs again, a melodic sound to your ears.
“Why? My storytelling wasn't good before?” He asks, continuing your teasing banter. He had learned over the years to keep up with it, to hear you tease him even if it flustered him. It's always there, passing comments, enough to get him red and smile at you dopily, but he knows it's not as it used to be. You don't do it as often now, and sometimes he thinks it's because you're tired of his ramblings. He worries that he  doesn't give you enough space to be yourself, or maybe he takes up too much of the time, maybe he should give you the opportunity to talk first.
“No, handsome. I love hearing you talk.” Your words are an opposite to his thoughts but it doesn't do much to calm down his running thoughts. He's suddenly somber now, his mind plagued with insecure thoughts so he thinks to let you initiate the next sentence, the next story or the next fact. Anything.
But you're quiet for a while, waiting for him to tell you something. A few minutes pass by and you ask him again,
“I didn't read the one about Perseus, only skimmed it over, will you tell me?” You ask him, this thing routine to you, to ask questions he’s always happy to answer, drawing circles on his wrist and he thinks of it as a ruining action. It is such a specific memory, your fingers drawing sceneries on his wrist that he curses his eidetic memory. He couldn't keep this memory if you're not with him to do it again. But he couldn't help it, so he said quietly, “No, tell me about you.”
The question is confusing to you, 
“Spence, you know I don't like to talk much in the morning.” You say, your fingers now tracing the lines of his palm, your eyes focused on where your fingers move, pressing a kiss to his shoulder distractedly.
“I-” He sighs, setting down his coffee and running a hand over his face before leaning his head towards your shoulder.
“But I always ramble, and not only in the morning. You should be able tell me things too.”
“I do tell you, I tell you everything that I know about Spence. I know that I've told you that story about my grandmother at least four times now, and I always remember that after I've told you, but you never do. You just…listen, even though you probably remember every time I've told you.” You chuckle, a quiet fondness growing in your heart.
He smiles, remembering the story now. He remembers all the times you've said it to him, his favourite was the third time when you had realised halfway through and hid your face in his shoulder. 
“Yeah, but I talk too much. It's annoying. And it's boring. You can stop me if you want.” He says, his voice is quiet now, as if he knows he shouldn't say these things, he should know better than to speak like this around you, but he loves you. And he wants you to talk. 
Even though now, after a few moments out of his cycle of insecure thoughts, he realises he's wrong. You do talk to him. A lot. Everyday. Stories about your friends, how you saw a video about different types of plastic one day, how your most recent book had Greek gods, so he had taken it upon himself to read up on them. He can always tell when you have something new to tell him, there's a different shine to your eyes whenever you do. If he knows the topic, he shares your excitement, or catches up the next day. You talk to him everyday, and now he feels silly to have complained.
You turn to face him, making contact with his eyes, “No, it's not annoying. Nor is it boring. When did I ever say that?”
He tries to defend himself, “I know I ramble a lot, and you always listen. And I love you so much for it. But I don't want you to just not talk because of me. I don't wanna always take over the conversation.”
A smile graces your lips and he's more confused than ever, “Spence, listen,” You settle the coffee mug in your hand on the table and take his face into you hands,
“I like it when you ramble. I like listening to you talk, your ramblings are interesting to me. You don't think I wasn't interested in the Arachne the weaver story?” You say, and he smiles again. You're still not used to it, whenever he smiles. 
“Yeah, but you're not usually quiet around people-”
You cut him off, “I like listening to you Spencer. It's half the reason I fell in love with you. I like that I don't always have to be on my toes to keep up a conversation, that sometimes, I can just talk, or not talk, it doesn't matter.” You say earnestly, trying to explain to him just how wrong he is about his assumption, how awful it is that he thinks you're annoyed.
“And I love your rambles. You think I would have known about the fact that caterpillars basically dissolve into liquid in the cocoon?” You say and he visibly perks up, a familiar excitement coursing his body,
“And-,” There's an inflection, showcasing his obvious excitement, “The only thing left are the so-called ‘imaginal discs’, groups of cells that contain all the information and the mechanism to turn that liquid into the various body parts of a butterfly; the same applies for other insects. and also,” He goes to continue,
“They retain memories through this process. I know. Because you told me. And because I love you.” He has that doe- eyed look again, the one you dread because it fills you with a kind of fondness that you can't quite contain. It makes you a bit animalistic, in a way where you want to pepper his face with kisses, to see his cheeks turn red and hear that wretched laugh again. You had told him that too, he called it cuteness aggression. It was a fitting name, you thought.
“I love you too.” He says, his lips not too far away before they connect, both your lips taste of coffee, and his is much sweeter than yours, but he doesn't complain, and neither do you, because why would you? You can feel him smiling again, and he breaks away to speak again,
“When a caterpillar forms,” You sense another ramble incoming so you kiss him again, but he continues, “the chrysalis dissolves, but not the tiny bits of butterfly,” interrupted by a kiss again, “those don't dissolve,” 
You sigh and put your foreheads together, “they just grow into butterflies.” You finish for him.
He would take that sigh another way if it wasn't you, another tease on his behalf, talking over your kisses as if he wasn't starved for them. 
“If this is your preferred way of shutting me up,” He says, now he's the one kissing you, “I'd be very glad to keep talking.” And you smile, despite the cold coffee on the table and the not-so-quiet morning, your heart feels warm and peaceful.
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naoyoki · 2 days ago
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can we get reader who ran away from home and is living on the streets and then toji stumbles into her after he got some stuff from the 7/11 and feels bad so he offers her to stay at his rundown apartment for a bit (can you add in some smut perhaps 🤭)
a/n : of course belleza !
✦★mdni , some angst , smut , afab!reader , loss of virginity implied , face fucking , cunnillingus , thigh biting , marking , fingering , oral , implied curse au .
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"i don't have a home," your gaze was low, afflicted with guttural shame that twisted and churned at your stomach, or maybe it was the hunger, "not anymore, at least."
the man in front of you, frankly, made you pee your pants out of complete fear. yes, this man might be handsome, but he was menacing nonetheless. there were moments you had crossed paths, and the neon light of the 7/11 proved his features to be eerie. not his actions though, he wasn't around much but whenever he did he placed some food in front of you, and left without a word. but for whatever reason, he stayed today and began to...chat?
"haven't you asked for a job at the convinient store?"
you scoff, "don't you think i have already tried?" taking a fat chunk of the sandwich this bizarre man gave you, you continued, "they think i'm a junkie or something."
he crouched to your level, green eyes merging with your own, "you don't look like one though."
you laugh, even though it was muffled due to your full mouth, "because i'm not."
"want a job?"
you stop, ".....what—mmmgh, what kind of job?" you were homeless and poor, but your dignity and integrity was yet to be mangled. and if you had to run for your life in a few seconds because this guy turned out to be a psychopath, so be it.
"i need someone to clean my house, since i'm not home a lot. you up for it?" you exhaled your worries away. thank god it wasn't something fucked up! but hold on.
"you're...not gonna kill me, are you?" your words make him drop his head while he chuckles.
"not wasting my time with murder, c'mon." he extended his hand once he rose from the ground. your hand twitches in hesitance but nonetheless accept this kindness.
it took some months to adjust to toji's rhythm. he would come to his apartment, which wasn't anything pretty but livable nonetheless, spend three or four days around, then leave for weeks. his actions were completely shady in nature.
but with these months flying by, your relationship deepened. one summer night, when fireworks ignited the sky, you two had a heart to heart. conversations of sorrow, grief, and longing for life to be different turned into a hug and tear wiping, and this turned into you relinquishing to the desperation of closeness.
it was an unfamiliar yet thoroughly welcomed feeling of toji's tongue dancing on your cunt. you grabbed onto the strands of his dark hair as he split your folds open to insert his muscle. it was like a starved man tasting a five star meal for the first time, liking, teasing and nibbling on your skin.
"fuck you're so good, fuck keep going~" your hips moved at the compass of his rhythm. you jolt once you feel a finger penetrate you out of nowhere.
"shit! toji, what are you—oh~!"
"loosening you up." he said in-between kisses through your thighs. delight filled your heart by the blatant desire, of which has never known itself to you.
the tears you shed were due to a mix of emotions. pain, pleasure, comfort and happiness. quite the strange combo, but getting the embrace you have only dared to dream of. and you believe this feeling was mutual as toji held onto you delicately.
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st4rlvr · 1 day ago
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Felix at Shiz || LFX WICKED AU
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The sunlight spilled into the common room at Shiz, casting a warm glow over the polished floors and the elegantly upholstered furniture. You sat by the window, the morning light catching on your quill as it scratched across your Sorcery notes. The day was already perfect, as it always should be—bright, orderly, and completely under your control.
“Good morning, Glinda.”
You glanced up from your notes, your quill pausing midair. Felix stood a few steps away, clutching a small stack of books. His silver hair caught the light in a way that made it gleam, and there was a shy, lopsided smile on his face. He looked like he was trying to act casual, but the faint nervous energy in his posture gave him away.
“Felix,” you said, with a polite but distant smile. He was harmless, after all. “What brings you here so early? Don’t tell me you’ve taken a sudden interest in studying.”
His laugh was soft, self-deprecating. “Caught me. I was just passing through and… well, you looked like you might need some company.”
“Company?” you repeated, arching a brow. “I can assure you, I don’t need company. I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“Of course you are,” Felix said, quickly sitting in the chair across from you. “But even the most dazzling people could use a little conversation now and then.”
You rolled your eyes, though the corners of your lips twitched in amusement. He wasn’t like the others at Shiz, the ones who swarmed around you, eager to curry favor. Felix was… different. He wasn’t trying too hard. He just sat there, calm and unbothered, like he was genuinely happy just to be near you.
“So,” he said, nodding toward your notes. “Big project? Let me guess—you’re planning to knock the professors off their feet with your brilliance?”
You smirked, leaning back in your chair. “Naturally. Though, to be fair, it doesn’t take much effort.”
He laughed, the sound light and unguarded, and for a moment, you felt caught off guard. You weren’t used to this. Most people fawned over you or tried to impress you. Felix just… sat there, watching you like you were the most interesting thing in the room, but not in a way that felt suffocating.
“You know,” he said after a pause, leaning forward just slightly, “you make it look so easy. Being… well, you. It’s kind of incredible.”
You blinked, your quill still hovering midair. His words weren’t the same kind of flattery you were used to. They weren’t calculated or shallow. They felt real—almost too real—and you could feel the warmth creeping up your neck.
“Well,” you said, recovering with a practiced air of confidence, “it is a talent. One not everyone can manage, of course.”
“I believe it,” Felix said with a soft grin. He glanced at the books in his hands, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “I should probably let you get back to work. Wouldn’t want to distract you.”
You tilted your head, watching him as he stood. “You’re not as much of a distraction as you think, Felix.”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
As he turned to leave, something made you call after him. “Felix?”
He stopped and looked back at you, his expression curious and a little hopeful.
“You’re not… completely insufferable,” you said, letting the words hang in the air.
His grin widened, and for the briefest moment, you thought you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Thanks, Glinda. I’ll take that as a win.”
You watched him disappear down the hall, your quill forgotten as you stared after him. He wasn’t like Fiyero, with his careless charm and easy confidence. Felix was something else entirely—kind, genuine, and maybe just a little too endearing for his own good. You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as you turned back to your notes.
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riveroftales · 2 days ago
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𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: Pretend that people don’t die after 25 when they get the demon slayer mark please🙏🙏
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The bones in Sanemi’s once strong body grew weaker, his arms shaking slightly as he stood up and stretched. With time and less stress, the world around him seemed to thrive more.
He never had to save anyone else again after the defeat of Muzan, and he smiled to himself knowing his family was watching over him, protecting him in his decreasing lifespan.
“Thinking about something?” You smiled, going up to him with a tray of ohagi.
Sanemi turned as his gaze softened.
“No, no. Nothing.” He reached over to grab one of the ohagis. “You should rest, you know. I don’t think it’s good for you to work so much at our age..”
The softest laugh blessed his ears. “It’s okay, keeps me young anyways.” Your gaze fell to his clothes. “Oh? Did you buy a new haori?”
“I did, in fact.” Sanemi proudly said, snaking an arm around you. “Does it look familiar to you?”
“Looks exactly like the one I wear.”
“Exactly.” He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “We match.”
You laughed again, playfully pulling away. “You’re gonna make me drop the ohagi!” You playfully scolded, setting the tray down and sat on the porch, next to your husband.
Sanemi sat back down and finished the ohagi in his hand, a sigh leaving his lips.
Peaceful silence embraced you two before you gently placed the tray on your husband’s lap, shuffling closer before placing your head on his shoulder.
Despite your age, both of you kept each other young. The effort you put in your relationship never strained any of you.
The sun set over the horizon as butterflies took it as a cue to land on the flowers your husband planted in the garden, resting for only a few mere seconds before flying away again.
He looked at you, taking in your features. Your once smooth skin had a few light wrinkles all over it with visible smile lines, and your dark hair you used to love so much had grown a few white chunks. He reached over and gently stroked your head.
“I heard they came out with a new type of hair colour… do you want me to go buy it tomorrow for you?”
“No..” You responded softly. “I like my hair. I want to keep its health and don’t want to risk any damage. And on top of that..” Looking up at him, you flashed him one of your sweetest smiles. “We match.”
A small scoff left Sanemi before he also broke out into a smile. “You know I was born this way, right? Yours is a sign you’re getting old.”
“Then you’ve been old since you’re a kid. Also I genuinely like my hair if I don’t love it.”
“But you used to hate having a single grey streak…?”
“I did.” You leaned in. “But that was when I was younger. Stress from family and friends. You though, Darling, never gave me any.. I like them now because to me, they represent time, you know?” A small chuckle left you. “God, I sound so sappy..”
His hand cupped your cheek. “No. Never. Please continue.”
Sanemi was still dangerously good looking despite his age. He still made your poor, weak heart throb hard.
“It’s like time.. time I’ve spent with you.. a lifetime I stayed by your side.. I love it because even if I have dementia or alzheimers, anything which could affect my memory, I know I have my hair to remind me that I’ve spent a life with you…”
“Would you really like that?”
“I do love it so much. It feels like home with you. I wouldn’t mind spending eternity with you.”
“I think we’d still age. Ya wanna stay with me even if we’re all wrinkly, our skin’s thin, and we’re on death’s doorstep?”
“Would you hold me?”
“Of course.”
“Then yeah, that’s perfect.”
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bigfan-fanfic · 2 days ago
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Worth More than Gold (Reader x Laios Touden)
@alex126486 Reader first meeting laios in gold scraping , reader listens laios fascination on monsters and what they tasted like then asking he could cook one for him one day
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"Do you remember? Back when we first started out with gold scraping?" You chuckle over at the tallman.
Laios doesn't look up from where he sits preparing the rest of the vegetables from Senshi's garden for you to fry up with the last of the basilisk meat and egg you're making. "Remember what?"
it's always been exciting being around Laios.
You were one of the Touden Party's three mages. Marcille with her explosive fire specialty, Falin with her cleric powers, and you with a specialty in protection and gnomish magic.
You once worked together with him as part of a gold-scraping band.
And it was then that he began talking to you all about his fascination towards monsters.
Little facts about the creatures you would face.
And when you gave no indication of disgust, Laios took the opportunity and ran with it, happily expounding upon monster features for hours upon end.
And when it became clear that you enjoyed his sessions of information -
he began to speculate with you about how monsters tasted.
Would a cockatrice taste more like chicken or more like reptile?
Do strangling plants have sweeter fruits than man-eating plants?
"Who knows? Maybe one day I'll cook you one."
Laios' jaw dropped, and he looked almost about to cry before he nodded seriously.
"That sounds great! What are you thinking of cooking?"
And years later, after traveling with Senshi deeper and deeper into the dungeon, you remember your offhand little promise.
"I once said I'd cook a monster for you. Way back when we were gold scraping."
Laios beams, and you know he never forgot. "I did! I didn't think you had."
"I hadn't, til just now. It must be so much fun for you to discover all the answers to the questions you've had."
Laios nods. "It's a dream come true!"
He glances over at a glum Marcille. "Though of course, saving Falin's the top priority."
"Of course." You nod. "Though if I can be honest, I've really enjoyed the stuff you and Senshi have made."
"That's great!"
"I know Marcille and Chilchuck tend to be squeamish about it-"
("Hey!" Marcille whines)
"-but I dunno. So-called 'normal' animals are pretty weird and gross too, but we eat them. Farming can be nasty too, what with fertilizer, but we don't consider crops gross. It's all just... part of a cycle. If you can make it taste good and it's safe to eat, then why not?"
Laios looks at you with something akin to awe. Chilchuck and Marcille look as though they have lost an ally to madness.
"Anyway, try this. I wanna know if I seasoned it enough." You hurriedly say, seeing Laios still looking at you with that strange expression.
He opens his mouth, seemingly expecting you to... feed him?
So you do, resting the chunk of cooked egg and meat on his tongue, feeling his mouth close around your fingers.
So innocuous, but so intimate, your fingertips compressed as his mouth moves from them, slipping out from the corners.
Part of you is going crazy, thinking one thought - that you've just put your fingers in a teammate's mouth and he just... ate from them. His lips touched your fingers.
His eyes flash up to yours. "Mmmmmm! That's perfectly seasoned."
"Oh! Uh... good." you feel your face heating. Chilchuck smirks over at you. "Good. Those vegetables, then?"
He happily hands them to you.
"Thank you."
"Hmm?"
"For keeping your promise. For cooking. For feeding me."
It's an odd way of phrasing it, but you enjoy the sentiment. "You are welcome, Laios... anytime."
He grins, and leans in close. "You might even be better at cooking than Senshi. It might just be that tallmen have different palates and spices they like, but I love it when you cook."
"I, uh... thanks. That means a lot."
You all but flee to prepare the stir-fry, lowering your gaze, smiling to yourself.
Maybe nothing happened yet, and he's just being nice.
But the friend you've had a crush on since those days of gold-scraping has just practically kissed your hand and complimented your cooking.
And that is worth far more than any gold.
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exololyunho · 2 days ago
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make you see god
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wc: 5.1k
summary: your dad had always warned you nothing good would come from relations with navy boys, but you were never one to listen
warnings: kinda e2l, drinking, this fictional mingi would be a red flag to me but its fiction so its hot, sexualizing the US military, oral sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, mingi picks the reader up, kinda rough sex, very minor sacrilege but its probably only offensive if you're super catholic, role-play??, tentative daddy kink but 'daddy' is never mentioned, reader does call him 'father' but I promise it's not as weird as it sounds
an: I wrote half of this over the summer when I went through a phase where all I could think about was glen powell so I watched like all of his movies and this was the result. I am aware this is very much a summer fling fic but it's cold where I am and the summer vibes feel fun. also sorry I've been gone so long but since I last posted I moved across the country, broke up with my bf, got a cat, got better antidepressants and got diagnosed with adhd so I've had a bit going on lol. I probably won't be posting often but once again I am soft launching a return. kinda. shits complicated
taglist: @staytinyinmybpack @jeonride @becky4733107-blog @ignoretheskies
Being raised by your dad and his navy buddies had taught you many things. Chief among them being not to mess around with navy guys. And to never surf at dusk. Of course you never learned your lesson.
It was during a surfing session at dusk that you met the navy man who would rock your world.
Sitting on your board, you took in the gentle rocking of the small waves as you waited for the swell that would carry you into shore. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange glow over the water. It was serene, peaceful, a gorgeous warm summer evening.
Until a shout broke through the air.
“SHARK!”
Immediately you drew your legs up on the board, frantically scanning the water around you. The only sharks around Miramar were white sharks and that meant almost certainly losing a limb if not your life.  When your eyes failed to find the telltale dark shape, you turned to look back at the shore.
Standing there, chuckling at his shitty joke, was a man. It was too far to make out the details, but from what you can see he was tall and lean, wearing a white short sleeve button down and khaki shorts.
“Just kidding!” he yelled. To say you were unamused was putting it lightly.
With a sigh, you decided to call it a night, having not seen any surfable swells coming your way anytime soon. Putting your feet back into the water and pivoting your board back towards the beach, you paddled in. 
Reaching the shore, you unclipped your ankle tether, gathering your board under your arm and storming up the man.
“Did you think that was funny? Everyone knows you don’t do that,” you glared at him. Up close you could see this man was a lot more handsome than you’d expected. His eyes were covered by aviators, but his jawline was strong, and his smile was cocky. His clean cut appearance and the way he carried himself gave you an inkling that he had military training
“I thought it was a little funny,” he quirked his head, nodding at you. “What were you doing out there?”
“Surfing, dipshit,” you moved past him. “Don’t do that again.”
“Are you going to at least tell me your name?” he shouted after you.
In response, all you offered him was your middle finger.
Working at the Hard Deck was a great job. It got tedious at times, dealing with overbearing and overly flirtatious sailors, but it was overall great. You loved bartending, loved meeting new people, loved eavesdropping on ridiculous conversations, and loved the lively atmosphere.
As with every usual night, you were enjoying your shift. You’d made friends with a few spring breakers, serving them tequila sodas and making plans to meet the girls at the beach the next day. 
The night was still young, so you balanced chatting with them while pouring beers and shots for the other patrons. The music was loud and so was the chatter.
Until a new group walked in, wearing service khakis. When the other patrons spotted them, they went quiet for a moment, raising their glasses in appreciation. You watched them make their way in, indifferent, as all it meant for you was more beer to pour. 
Your mood suddenly changed as you made eye contact with your prankster from last night. Rolling your eyes, you returned to polishing the glasses before you. 
“Hey surfer girl,” there he was, standing before you on the other side of the bar. Without his sunglasses, you could see his brown eyes looking back at you with a glimmer of something that had the dual effect of making your stomach flutter and making your fists itch to hit him.
“Hey asshole,” you kept up your work with the glasses, averting your eyes from his.
“So welcoming,” he placed a toothpick between his absurdly straight teeth. 
You sighed, setting down the glasses. “Can I get you something?”
“A friendly conversation and your name would be nice,” his eyes looked over you.
“Sorry we don’t serve that here,” you braced your hands on the counter. “How about a beer?”
“That’s a start,” his grin was blinding.
You rolled your eyes again, grabbing a freshly cleaned glass, pouring him the shittiest beer you had on tap. You placed the glass in front of him. Neither of you said anything for a moment, him staring at the glass, you staring at him expectantly.
“Weren’t you going to ask what beer I wanted?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you going to pay me?”
“Makes no sense but here,” he threw a card on the counter. “Close me out, would ya?”
“It’s $2.50 with a military discount, you don’t have any cash?”
“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’, picking up the card and dangling it lazily between two fingers. He waited for you to take the card, and after a moment of glaring at him, you snatched it. Quickly running the card, you returned it to him. 
“Anything else I can get you?” your tone was dry.
“Your name,” he responded, taking a small sip of his beer and grimacing.
“Yours first,” you countered.
“Priest,” he grinned.
“That’s your name?”
“It’s my call sign,” he looked smug.
“I wanted to know your name, not your call sign, douchebag,” you picked up another glass to polish.
“Give me yours first.”
“Nice to meet you, Priest,” you gave him one last smile before turning to serve another guest.
“Hey!” Priest called after you. “Your name?” 
“Next time!”
Next time came sooner than you had expected. 
It was the following day, you were with the two girls you’d met the night before, relaxing on the beach, your board next to you. The three of you were making small talk about the books you were reading mixed with questions about your backgrounds.
“So, Y/n, did you grow up here in Miramar?” the blonde, Yeji, asked.
You opened your mouth to respond, but you were interrupted before you could.
“So your name is Y/n, then.”
A shadow fell over you, forcing you to remove your sunglasses to face Priest. It was the first time you’d seen him shirtless and as much as the man annoyed you, you were very appreciative of the view above you. His chest was chiseled, strong and muscled, but lean. His thighs were equally as strong and toned, covered by navy blue swim trunks that hung low on his hips.
“My eyes are up here, babe,” he was grinning, his own eyes flicking over you.
Leaning up on your elbows you grinned back. “So are mine, Priest.”
“Touche,” he took his own sunglasses off. “Who are your friends?”
“This is Yeji and Lia,” you gestured to the two girls.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Nice to meet you,” Priest gave a half-hearted wave. “Hey, Y/n, you wanna take a walk?”
“No not really,” you lowered your sunglasses.
“I’ll buy you a daiquiri.”
“What makes you think I like daiquiris?”
“Everyone loves daiquiris.”
“Fair enough,” you took his hand, letting him help you up. Grabbing the oversized button down you used as a cover up, you threw it on. “Watch my stuff?”
“Sorry, babe but we’re heading out soon,” Lia looked between you and Priest apologetically.
“No worries,” Priest grabbed your tote bag and surfboard for you. “We can leave it with my friends.”
“You think I trust your friends?” you put your hand on your hip.
“Just cooperate for once in your life,” Priest rolled his eyes.
“You’ve known me for 3 days and you just learned my name.”
“Let’s fix that,” Priest grinned down at you.
“Fine, fine,” you waved him off, then waved to the girls. “See ya.”
The two of you started down the beach, Priest holding your bag and board. A few hundred feet down the beach, you stumbled on his friends. A bunch of men, all toned and laughing as they tossed around a football. 
“Guys, this is surfer girl,” Priest called out to them. The seven men before you all turned, waving hello. “Introductions can wait. Watch her stuff?”
“Sure,” one of them called out and Priest dropped your stuff on a towel.
“Come on,” he took your hand. Priest was dragging you along, but he only made it a few paces before you were jerking your hand out of his.
“I can walk on my own, you know,” he started chuckling. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I'm following you for a free drink.”
“I like to think that my company also has something to do with you following me,” he slowed his pace to match yours.
“Presumptuous,” you stared straight ahead, refusing to have to look up at him.
Priest grumbled something under his breath, but you weren’t listening. Instead you were focused on the beachfront bar you were rapidly approaching. It was tacky, decorated with tiki torches, fake coconuts, and plastic leis. The bartender was wearing an open Hawaiian shirt.
“Aloha and welcome to Miramar’s premier Hawaiian style beach bar!” Priest made small talk with the man as you scanned the menu, picking out the most expensive drink you could find since it was on his dime.
“I think I’ll take the Ultra Aloha,” you gave your best smile to the bartender.
“Coming right up, pretty lady,” he turned his focus to Priest, his smile dying. “For you?”
“The same,” Priest was pulling out his wallet.
As the blender whirred away, you turned to him.
“So where did Priest come from?”
“Oh come on now,” he ran a hand through his black hair. “I can’t give away all of my secrets on the first date.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “I thought I told you I was just here for the free drink.”
“You’re the one who called me presumptuous,”  the bartender set your drinks on the counter, taking the $40 from Priest. “Keep the change.”
The two of you took the drinks, walking away as the bartender called after you. “The change is 50 cents!”
You followed Priest down to some chairs nearby, slowly sipping your drink. It was actually pretty good. So good, you couldn’t taste the rum over the pineapple. Dangerous.
“What were we talking about?” he asked as he sat in the chair. His legs were spread tantalizingly. Seeing him like this made you so mad for a reason you couldn’t put your finger on. Something about how lazily and confidently he looked over the beach before you, the casual confidence with which he held himself. What was really getting to you was the way his tongue played with the straw of his drink.
Shaking yourself out of it, you cleared your throat. “We were talking about how you thought this was a date.”
“Ah yes,” he nodded sagely. “Two people, getting drinks, talking alone on a beach, getting to know each other. Not a date.”
You snorted, gesturing to the quite busy area around you. “First of all, we’re not alone, there's a million other people on this beach. Second of all, we are not getting to know each other, you won’t even tell me your name.”
“You wouldn’t tell me your name either, I had to find it out from other people,” he shifted to face you. “So, in exchange for buying you a second drink, can we cut the crap? I think we can both agree that I clearly find you attractive, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you feel the same about me, and I want to know more about you.”
You were quiet for a moment, taking in his words and thinking over yours carefully. You moved to look at him better. “What’s your name?”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” his grin was wider now. “It’s Mingi.”
“Mingi,” you repeated with a smile on your face. Taking a moment, you started sucking down your drink, rushing to finish it.
“In a hurry for that next drink?”
“Sure,” you finished your drink, handing him the cup. “Mingi’s a nice name.”
With that, you were standing up, and walking away from him.
“Where are you going?” he called after you.
Turning and walking backwards, you lifted your middle fingers. “To surf!
It was a week before you saw him again. A Thursday night to be specific. It was your day off, yet here you were, sitting at the bar of the Hard Deck, chatting with your coworkers between them serving other patrons and you sipping on your vodka cran.
Your night was peaceful. Not quiet, with the music playing and the few other patrons chatting, but still peaceful.
Until, once again, your peace was ruined by someone sliding into the barstool next to you. Glancing up, you weren’t surprised to see Mingi sliding into the seat. He was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt. He didn’t look quite as cocky as he usually did. In fact, he looked almost irritated. 
“Rough day?” 
Mingi snorted, and ordered a beer. “You have no idea.”
He took a long drink. “Made worse by you running away from me last week.”
You glanced at him. You hadn’t felt bad before, but seeing him so frustrated now made you feel slightly shitty. “I’m here now. Wanna talk about what’s got you in a mood?”
“I didn’t think we were close enough for that. You know, since you ran away when I said I wanted to get to you?”
“I get it, I get it,” you waved your hand. “So what’s wrong?”
Mingi sighed. “Shitty instructor.”
“Wait, you're still in flight school?” you looked at him quizzically.
“Kinda. It’s complicated but I graduated a while ago, top of my class by the way, but a bunch of us got recalled for extra training. Top secret mission, y’know? If-”
“If you tell me you’ll have to kill me?” you smiled at him.
His cocky smile was back. “Exactly.”
You laughed, finally willing to admit to yourself that you were starting to enjoy his company. 
“So, if I buy you another drink, are you going to run away from me?” he arched an eyebrow. 
“I think it’s my turn to buy you a drink,” your eyes met and both of your smiles started to fall, the tension building between you.
Before it could build anymore, you cleared your throat. Looking away, you ordered both of you a new round of drinks. As the bartender poured them, you glanced back at him.
“So, where’d Priest come from?” new drinks were placed before you and you eagerly accepted the glass.
“If you were to ask me, I’d say it’s because I could make you see god,” Mingi’s smile was salacious, his eyes dropping to scan over your cropped t-shirt and daisy dukes. 
You swallowed hard. “And if I were to ask anyone else?”
He took a gulp of his beer. “If you were to ask anyone else, they’d say it was because I fly recklessly. Make the guys I’m flying with need their last rights.”
You were silent for a minute, taking in his words. “Why?”
He looked at you, clearly confused. “Why what?”
“Why do you fly like an ass?”
He chuckled, watching for a moment as you took a sip, waiting for him to answer. “I fly like I do because it gets the job done.”
“You don’t worry your buddies won’t have your back if you put them in danger?” your eyes scanned his face over the rim of your glass.
A faint smile graced his lips. “Our missions are important. And sometimes they call for drastic measures.”
You hummed in response, still focused on his face. You could see his face shift ever so slightly with what could only have been memories of past missions.
“So have they ever needed them?”
He quirked his head, not quite following your chain of thought. All you could do was hope that this hot man before hadn’t actually killed someone because of his own reckless nature.
“Needed their last rights.”
He laughed again, but it wasn’t nearly as joyful. “Not through any fault of mine, thankfully. I’ve lost people, sure, but I’ve never been the reason.” Mingi took a deep drink. “As much of an asshole as I can be, and my call sign aside, I don’t think I could live with myself if it ever was my fault.”
You nodded, finally tearing your eyes away from his face to fiddle with the two tiny straws in your glass.
Mingi clearing his throat drew your eyes back up. “Do you want to get out of here?”
At your raised eyebrow, he backpedaled. “We can just take a walk that’s totally fine but I-”
“Yeah,” you interrupted. “Let’s get out of here.”
Your back slammed against your closed front door. Mingi’s lips were on yours the moment the two of you made it inside your apartment. A combination of the furious kisses and the sudden impact of your back into the door had knocked the breath from your lungs, but not a single cell in your body wanted to pull away from Mingi.
He was intoxicating. He tasted faintly of beer and something indescribable that was just him. His lips were soft, his tongue insistent, and his hands wandering over every inch of you was exhilarating.
Eventually, you did have to come up for air, pulling away from him to let your head rest back against the door. Mingi didn’t miss a beat, his mouth migrating to your neck, nipping and sucking and kissing across your pulse point. 
Your left hand was grasping the front of his shirt and your right was on his back, feeling the flexing of the muscles there as he held onto you as if you’d disappear if he loosened his grip for even a second. 
Without missing a beat, his lips still attacking your neck, his hands slid to your thighs, picking you up in one fluid motion. A gasp escaped your lips as he settled your legs around his waist, perfectly situating you to feel exactly how hard he was under his jeans. 
The pressure of that length pressing right between your thighs combined with a perfectly targeted bite to a sensitive point on your neck had you releasing a breathy moan. 
Mingi’s lips parted from your neck as he now looked up to face you. One of your hands instinctively went to tangle in his hair as you crashed your lips onto his again. The force had his mouth dropping open as you took your turn to entwine your tongue with his. The two of you were aggressively fighting to see who’d come out on top.
You had thought you were winning until it was Mingi’s turn to grab your hair. He pulled your mouths apart and the act had you clenching around nothing as his face nuzzled into your neck, licking a stripe up the side before he spoke in a low tone. “Where’s your room?”
“Down-” you were cut off by his hips grinding into yours. Painting, you pulled yourself together enough to answer him. “Down the hall, first door on the right.”
Mingi immediately pulled you away from the door, his steady hands holding on tight as he seamlessly navigated your small space. He damn near kicked your door down, slamming it open before he was tossing you onto your bed. 
You let out a startled yelp before laughing. Scooting farther up your bed, you gave him your best bedroom eyes and spread your legs, suddenly remembering his call sign.
“Forgive me, father,” your lips curved into a faux pout as you made your voice as sultry as you possibly could. “For I have sinned.”
Mingi stopped for a moment before he put his head in his hands. For a moment you feared you’d made a mistake. Until you saw his shoulders shaking with laughter. He managed to compose himself, crawling towards you on the bed until he was situated between your spread legs on his knees. He still looked as if he was trying to hold it together.
“I don’t know if that was the corniest or the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Both of you were trying to hold back laughter, but his hand making contact with your thigh sobered you up. His long, nimble fingers stole your attention away from the joking atmosphere.
“So how should I repent?” your teeth bit into your lower lip as you laid back to pull your shirt over your head, revealing you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Mingi’s laughter disappeared as well as he took in your breasts. 
His lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned over you, laying a kiss between your breasts, his eyes meeting yours. “I think 3 orgasms should be enough to forgive your sins.”
Your breath caught in your throat as his lips found one of your nipples and your hand once again found his hair. His own hand rose up, those long fingers playing with your other breast. 
He savaged it with the same vigor he had attacked your neck with earlier. His teeth left small nips all around as his tongue soothed the bites. You were panting, holding him tight to you with your eyes closed. 
Leaning back slightly to admire his work for a moment, Mingi quickly switched his focus to your other breast. He lavished the same treatment, leaving small marks all over. 
When you were thoroughly decorated in hickeys, he finally sat back up, admiring you splayed out before him as you caught your breath. As he stared, his hand came up to grab his shirt by the back of the collar, pulling it over his head.
Now it was your turn to ogle, thoroughly enjoying his broad muscled chest and a light dusting of hair that trailed down his abs and disappeared into his pants. 
You were broken out of your trance as his hands came down to pop the button on his jeans and then your shorts. Recognizing his goal, you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull your shorts and underwear down in one fluid movement. He flung them across the room.
Once you were naked beneath him, his hands fell to your thighs. They slid up until they reached your hips. Mingi slid himself down the bed until he was on his stomach, face level with your core. 
His hot breath fanning over you was enough to have your breath hitching and body tensing as you waited for him to touch you where you so desperately needed him. But he didn’t move, his eyes locked on yours. 
Both of you were frozen for what felt like a century, until he was suddenly moving forward, parting your folds with his tongue. The exhalation of relief that left you quickly morphed into a moan as his tongue found and circled your clit. You were so distracted by the bliss of finally feeling the pleasure you’d been hoping he’d give you that you didn’t even notice his hands moving. 
One hooked under your thigh, finally coming to rest on your stomach, right above your pelvic bone. The other slipped a finger inside of you. You were practically dripping at this point.
Mingi’s tongue never stopped working tight circles around your clit as his finger quirked up, stroking along your walls in a way that had your legs shaking while you gasped out moans and whimpers.
He slid a second finger inside you, alternating between scissoring them and swirling them around inside you. The pressure in your abdomen was tightening more and more every second. Your hand was fisted in the sheets, your head thrown back, breath coming quicker and quicker.
Mingi could tell you were close. He kept the same rhythm on your clit, but focused his fingers' attention purely on your g-spot, applying more pressure.
You were right on the edge and then you tumbled into the best orgasms you’d ever had. Your whole body tensed and your moans were silenced for a moment as your muscles clenched around him before whimpers were escaping you as your hips jerked and your breath came in shaky spurts.
Mingi hadn’t let up with his fingers or his tongue, keeping your high going until your body was trembling and you were pushing his head away. He relented, pulling back and wiping his mouth.
Your eyes were closed as you laid there, panting, legs still twitching as you tried to recover. You could have sworn you blacked out for a moment when he kept your orgasm going.
“That’s one down,” Mingi’s smug tone had you opening one eye to glare at him before it slipped shut again.
“I think any more might kill me.”
In response, he grabbed your hips, jerking you down the bed and pulling your legs over his thighs until your core was pressed to the front of his boxers. He’d pulled down his jeans at some point while you were recovering.
You could feel the heat of him against you, the hardness of his cock pressing into you as he subtly ground his hips into yours.
“I think you’ll probably live,” his hands slipped from your hips to grab your ass.
“I highly doubt it,” you shook your head, then a smile crossed your face. “At least you’ll be here. I can get my last rights and finally have a hope of going to heaven.”
He smiled, but was quickly pulling down his boxers. “I told you I could make you see god. I just hope I can do it without actually killing you.”
You would have laughed, if not for the fact that as he finished removing his boxers, his dick finally came into view. He was bigger than you’d thought he’d be. He wasn’t horrifyingly big, but he looked long enough to reach the deepest parts of you and thick enough to stretch you out enough that you’d be feeling it tomorrow.
Mingi tracked your gaze focused on his cock and grinned. “I think it’s time we finish your penance.”
His words had you swallowing as he guided his length into you. God damn were you right. He was moving slowly, but you felt every inch of him sliding into you, stretching you and filling you in all the right ways. 
When he bottomed out, you were expecting him to give you a minute to adjust, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to not move at all. He stayed seated all the way inside you as his fingers moved to your clit. 
“What are you-” you cut yourself off with a whimper as his fingers began moving in quick circles. 
“We’ve got to get you to three orgasms,” he leaned over you, his lips once again connecting with your breasts. “And I am so hard, I won’t last if I try to get you through two by fucking you.” 
His teeth gently bit down on your hard nipple. 
“That, and I really want to be able to focus on how fucking good you feel when you cum on my cock.” His voice was low, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.
Already you were so close. Still sensitive from the orgasm you just had, his fingers were pushing you right up to the edge once again. It was all you could do to cling to his strong arms as your back began to arch and your legs tightened around him.
Mingi kissed up from your breasts to your ear. He took your earlobe between his teeth before brushing his lips along the shell of your ear. “Cum.”
And you did, thankfully, not as intensely as before. But still, you cried out as you held on to him, your hips twitch up on their own and your muscles contracting around him.
“Fuck,” Mingi groaning in your ear had a high pitched moan leaving your lips. 
This time, he didn’t prolong your orgasm for too long. He gradually slowed his pace before pushing himself back up onto his knees.
“Thats. Two.” he punctuated each word with a thrust. Your head dropped back, the feeling of him finally moving was ecstatic. The slight upward curve of his length dragged across your g-spot every time he moved in and out.
“God, fuck, I think I could watch you cum all day,” he was settling into a rhythm that combined power with deep, slow thrusts. The force of each inward push was moving you up the bed. Mingi’s solution was to simply drag you back down to meet every one of his movements.
Each time your hips met, your skin slapping together combined with your moans and his low curses and grunts. It was music to your ears as you lost yourself in the sensation.
His thrust gradually grew in speed as he got closer. You were still a ways off from your third orgasm and he could tell. You yelped in shock as his hand on your hip shifted so his thumb could softly brush over your clit. 
“I-I can’t” you stuttered out.
“Yes you can,” he slowed his thrusts ever so slightly, leaning over you. “Gotta finish your penance, yeah?”
You laughed, only for it to be broken off into a moan as he leaned back up, increasing the speed of his thrusts and the rate at which he rubbed your clit. Your body was tensing up again, the pressure building up alarmingly quickly.
“Mingi- I-”
“Do it,” he grunted, thrusting even faster. “Cum. Cum on my fucking cock. You can do it. Cum for me.”
And you did, one last time. Everything was so intense. The sensation washed over you, an all consuming wave of pleasure that quite literally had tears falling down your face. Your vision went white and you felt like you were floating.
Mingi continued thrusting into you rapidly, prolonging your orgasm, although he did thankfully take his thumb off your clit to spare you some overstimulation. 
You were just starting to come down when Mingi was finally moaning out his own release, spilling deep inside you. His hips stuttered and his head hung as he rode out his own waves of pleasure.
Both of you were panting heavily, but he stayed inside you for a few moments after he came. 
Finally, he pulled out of you. He flopped down beside you on the bed, pulling you into his side. You happily snuggled up to him, resting your head and hand on his chest and throwing a leg over his.
The two of you basked in the silence. 
Until you broke it. “So, am I forgiven for my sins?”
Mingi was silent for a moment. 
“Mmm, I don’t know. Three might not have been enough.”
You lifted your head to look up at him incredulously. He met your gaze with laughter before he pulled you into a kiss.
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thehypnone · 15 hours ago
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Symbol on the Surface Chapter 17
WC: 1,2k
Relationship: SwissAlps
Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Insecurity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Lactation Kink, Actual Lactation, Nipple Sucking, mild) Mommy Kink, Praise Kink
“Something’s–uh…my boobs.” “What’s–oh. Oh.”
Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for being the best beta ever!
Chapter 1 here or on AO3.
Read chapter 17 under the cut or on AO3.
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Yet again Swiss gets caught staring at himself in the mirror with a frown on his face by his mate.
Yet again Mountain comes up to him from behind and wraps his arms around him, kisses behind his ear and mumbles how perfect he is.
Yet again Swiss melts into his warmth and soft words; even if he can’t really believe them.
Mountain understands—he knows something rooted so deeply can’t be pulled out so easily. Still, that doesn’t mean he will stop; quite the opposite.
He’s no poet, but he does not hesitate to voice exactly what’s on his mind as he kneels before Swiss and kisses the stretch marks that are now covering most of the multi ghoul’s stomach.
“They’re like lightning…or roots,” Mountain whispers, “they symbolize nothing but your devotion to your kits, even though they’re not even born yet. And me. You gave your body to give them life, my darling. There’s nothing ugly about these marks.”
Swiss tears up—of course he does—and nods. He accepts his mate’s feelings and even if the shadow of self hatred still lingers, it does make him feel better; he knows Mountain means it.
“Come to bed,” the earth ghoul asks and Swiss nods again. Mountain leads him away from the mirror and into their nest and lets the pregnant ghoul lay against him once they’re there.
Mountain is gently rubbing circles over Swiss’ bump with his calloused fingers, going up, and down, and to one side, and to the other; trailing after the stretch marks that he so loves. Swiss sighs against his neck with all the feelings that are bubbling inside him—the exhaustion, excitement, sadness, and happiness.
After a little while the earth ghoul slides down the bed. He straddles Swiss’ legs—leaving him slightly confused—and leans in to be eye level with the bump and then…he starts talking.
“Hello, little demons. It’s your papa here.”
“What are you doing?” Swiss asks, giggling.
“Conversing with our children,” Mountain replies as if it’s nothing unusual. It wouldn’t be, if not for the fact that said children are still in the multi ghoul’s womb.
“Ah. Go on then.” The earth ghoul does indeed turn back to his stomach—their kits.
“We can’t wait to meet you, you know? But you’ve been giving your mama hell lately, haven’t you?” Mountain tuts. “And he’s been taking such good care of you!”
“Don’t scold our kits before they’re even born,” Swiss laughs.
“I’m not! I’d never.” His mate smiles at him innocently and goes back to his conversation. It’s more of a monologue, of course, but he seems to be enjoying it all the same; and it makes Swiss smile, too, so that’s a plus.
After a couple of minutes, Mountain looks back up at the other, “While I’m down here…would you like me to help you relax a little?”
“If you want, yeah…but you don’t hav–”
“I want to.” Mountain interrupts him and turns to the bump once again. “Now you gotta look away, ‘cause I’m gonna have some fun with your mama.”
“That’s a very strange thing to say to our unborn kits,” Swiss chuckles, rolling his eyes. The earth ghoul wiggles his eyebrows at him and slides his underwear right down his thighs.
And then, having gotten clear consent already, Mountain dives right in. He licks and sucks and moans against the multi ghoul’s cunt as if it’s him who’s getting this glorious head.
Swiss can’t even see his actual head from behind his stomach—only the tips of his horns—as he eats his pussy like a man starved. In a way he is; he hasn’t had a chance to taste it in a while.
The multi ghoul is enjoying it profusely as well. He puts his hands onto his chest to roll his extremely sensitive nipples between his fingers, and it feels so good…but then something weird starts happening.
“Mountain…” Swiss says, but is left with no reply. “Mountain. Mountain!”
“Hmph?” the earth ghoul resurfaces, with his pupils blown and the lower half of his face covered in slick. He looks entirely blissful.
“Something’s–uh…my boobs,” his mate mumbles; his face as red as a tomato.
“What’s–oh. Oh.”
Mountain’s jaw drops when he notices Swiss’ predicament. Both his hands that have been playing with his tits are wet and there’s two trails of a white liquid going down his chest.
“I was wondering when that was gonna happen,” the earth ghoul rumbles, rising up on his arms to hover over his mate. “May I?”
Swiss nods. “Wondering or awaiting?”
“Both…” Mountain whispers before leaning down and taking one of the multi ghoul’s tits into his mouth. He licks up the milk that’s spilled from him already before focusing on his nipple and gently sucking.
Moans rip out of both of them as more milk flows.
“Oh, fuck, that’s–” Swiss pants, “that feels good.”
“It’s so sweet,” the earth ghoul moans, drooling down his mate’s chest as his hands are gripping the sheets for dear life. “And warm…”
“I–oh, I think that’s a new kink going on the list,” the other chuckles through a groan, “for both of us.
“Hmpf–no doubt.”
“Leave some for the kits, you pervert,” despite the circumstances, Swiss scoffs.
“No promises, actually,” Mountain grumbles, and returns to sucking his mate dry. He circles and flicks Swiss’ nipple with his tongue, quite literally milking him and gulping it down. The multi ghoul keeps playing with his other tit with his hand, spilling milk down his side and onto the bed.
He’s moaning like a whore as he does—and Mountain is no better—but then he remembers something.
“Good boy,” he breathes out, “making mommy feel so good.”
The earth ghoul’s entire form visibly shakes at that and Swiss smirks. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain some brains, but when he does he changes his position slightly; he places his knee against his mate’s cunt and his mouth on his other boob.
Swiss moans loudly above Mountain as he tilts his pelvis as much as he can to get the angle just right. The hand not pawing at his own boob flies up to grab hold of one of his mate’s horns, fingers rubbing against the sensitive base.
“Mmmhrrrrpphhhrrr,” Mountain lets out a guttural moan, tongue vibrating against the leaking nipple in his mouth. It’s enough to make Swiss come with a muffled shout, completely soaking the other’s sweatpants. Some milk squirts out from his tits, too, and that, in turn, makes the earth ghoul cream his pants like a teenager.
“Lucifer, I love you so much.” The multi ghoul breathes heavily. Mountain replies only with a low purr, still glues to his mate’s chest.
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more-than-a-princess · 8 hours ago
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While Eira listed off her litany of family members, insisting she had plenty of them, Sonia gave her a soft smile in return. She had no idea, she thought, how terribly wealthy and fortunate she was: so many siblings, so many cousins! Surely in such a large family she could easily create a group of friends for life, and loneliness was something she rarely felt. Sonia envied her a little, but felt much more joy and relief for Eira.
Even though, coming from such a large family, she probably liked the solitude that came with living alone in her own flat.
"My mother's family is rather the same, she is the youngest of five siblings," Sonia offered, in her attempt to give sympathy. "She is also the only one only to have one child, whilst her siblings have had many. It is rather a sore point in my family, and the country for that matter. Not that I wish to give her much credit or understanding, but it should be kept in mind." Or so her father had explained: much of her mother's vitriol had come from the fact she'd disappointed her family and country simultaneously by only being able to have one child, and a girl at that. Five centuries of ruling kings and no one wanted a queen: the last time that had happened, it had been a disaster for Novoselic.
But she did understand family and tradition: the difference for Sonia was that family and tradition was the family business: they were intertwined, one and the same, something that could never be separated. "Goodness, your mother actually vocalizes her worries of becoming too old?" She gasped, eyebrows raised in alarm. "Mentioning the 'o' word in reference to my mother is all but illegal, pretty much! Unless you truly wish to get on her bad side, you never mention that she is..." A pause. Thousands of kilometers away and out of earshot and Sonia still had trouble saying it. "...old. Mine just wants me to have children to fulfill both mine and her duties, and in the hope that they won't be as big of a disappointment as I am." Having sons would be praiseworthy enough, but figures she couldn't nitpick and interests that were favorable amongst her social circles? All the better, alongside little disregard for the rules.
Suddenly, sipping the vodka and a single shot at that didn't seem like nearly enough. In an effort to keep up with Eira, Sonia took the rest of her shot in full, setting down the glass with little reaction to the liquid heat that warmed her belly. Flinching at imbibing spirits was hardly appropriate for a princess.
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But the clatter of Eira's glass against the table was startling, causing Sonia to straighten in her seat at her friend's reaction of incredulousness. "But of course you shall attend!" Sonia exclaimed, chuckling. "If you should like to, of course. As I mentioned you will always have a standing invitation to my homes and any events. It's just that...it will always be more about the story my marriage will tell, rather than the person I marry or the marriage itself. Fairytale endings soothe the souls of the people and attract tourism: in my family, it doesn't really matter if I'll love him or not. As long as he is, as you say, 'the most boring cookie cutter of male marriageability.'"
It didn't matter if she'd look amazing or not. There would be a team of stylists and makers, not to mention some important couturier, to see to her gown, her accessories, her hair and makeup. It wasn't about how Sonia felt at all, just how she'd appear in video, in print, in paintings, in photographs, for the rest of her life and well beyond it.
"When I was younger, it was so easy to declare that I wouldn't make the mistakes of my parents," Sonia sighed. On an empty stomach, another shot of vodka was unwise. Yet she gave the bottle a longing glance anyway. "Make decisions about my personal life for the sake of the crown instead of my own happiness. That marrying for love would be easy for me and I'd do it just so I wouldn't hurt my future children the way I have been. And yet now it seems easier said than done: the older I get, the same social circles I must keep, and everyone seems so shallow and tiresome-"
And if by the grace of God, Eira's doorbell rang: the food had, from the gentle smell of curry wafting even from underneath the door, arrived. "Dead animals and familial commiseration!" Sonia said, getting to her feet. "That's enough to work up an appetite for anyone. Shall I get the door?"
"Only child, hmph, sometimes I wonder what that may have been like." Eira ponders, though it's far from a wishful tone. "By the time I was born. My oldest brother was already engaged. Stefan was dating his now wife. I have nieces that are almost as old as I am. Though they're more like cousins, really. And I have plenty of those aside, too." She observes after taking a shot of the vodka.
No, she would not be sipping it. Her family would balk at the visual.
"But... I'm still their only daughter, and I don't think it's possible for my mother to have enough grandchildren the way she talks about some of my siblings. Can you imagine? If all my brothers had six children like she and father did?" Eira laughs, an expression of incredulity. Thankfully she knew it wasn't possible. Her brother Gav who received a similar form of treatment as she did about his marital status, was even less likely than she to have a family.
Thirty nieces and nephews. That's far too many.
"So no. It's not about the business or anything like that, it's the family and some semblance of tradition. She's particularly set on getting to spend time with mine before she's too old. If I didn't sunset this chapter of my life any sooner she may have ... ugh, I don't know. Something."
All this rambling and she had only one healthy toss of the liquor, what a night may be ahead of her. Hopefully not one of the same caliber as the first she had spent with Sonia. Passing out in undignified fashion was bad enough when she was a guest, but doing so here with Sonia at her own condo was another thing entirely.
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"Not as joyful as your coronation?!" Eira balks at the other's words. The empty shot glass finding a loud purchase back on the table next to the bottle. "Well, I would see to that. Because I will be attending, and I will bring about some manner of festivity. Even if you do have to marry the most boring cookie cutter instance of male marriageability." A horribly disappointing law of her life, that Eira can only sympathize with. Her only retaliation was looks and biting remarks from her mother. Sonia had the country. Still. "It will still be a day about you. Certainly more than your coronation would allow for. And. You'll look amazing." Eira huffs with confidence, arms folded and smile bright.
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"But that's a given. Isn't it?" And she would know- she's a veteran of these sort of things, attending for family and friends since she was an infant. "I'm sure there's at least one person out there that you would want to marry. It's just a matter of..." A thought back to earlier, how the narrow windows of their schedules had already written off several plausible duo vacations. "Finding the time to meet then, I suppose. Or rely on them meeting you. Tch. And how do you filter that out from the garbage suitors women of our caliber deal with?"
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wizardsimper · 6 months ago
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I'm so sad that the romance party banter is bugged because some of it is so freaking cute, here's my personal fave
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cowardlykrow · 10 months ago
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“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus
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