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isekai is such a popular genre right now, and its taken a clear shift from 'i got isekai'd and now im a fantasy hero!' to 'i got isekai'd and now i get to live a quiet and happy life in the countryside/as a librarian/pharmacist' and obviously a lot of it is just......someone wrote this to kill time and draw boobies, but Parallel World Pharmacy was so good???? i cried so many times, and i love the shift in tone the genre has gained with stuff like that
#Maybe because i wish for the same thing but only if my dog and two best friends can come too#but that one and grace of the gods is just devastatingly gentle#its not a power fantasy its just im tired and hurt anf i want to thrive instead of survive because our society doesnt make me happy#but someone or soemthing takes mercy and kindness on them#but that one was especially profound with regards to his sister while maintaining the control of 'end this disease with a physical punch'#and we lack that kind of control we want that kind of control over literally anything in this life#also it was so pretty#not unique but still very soft visually speaking and funny but not taking away from the content#and again the characters are kind#dont get me wrong id totally like reincarnated as a slime too but thats mostly for the non gendered shapeshifting#also dragons and i wanna befriend the orcs and wolves#but id probably end up a goblin in that one....#anyway isekai when done well is so healing even when it has almost no plot#i love intense anime but god some of the gentle and beautiful ones are all i ever need#and i crave fantasy so much i adore magic and creatures and demons so much and the softness of some of these plots#but idk that one grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into the bricks#i didnt actually like ascendance of a bookworm all that much i kond of found parts of it annoying and i didnt love the artstyle#but i did absolutely love the fact she was disabled whether they called it disability illness or magic#she was for all intents and purposes disabled in the same way i am and it was heartening to see how much love they had for her#and how good her family was ngl i cried about her father and i wish mine came even a little close to that but thats a DIFFERENT topic#dont ask me about yakuzas guide to babysitting#i dont like the realizations that one gave me#but the more that come out in this genre the better it is and the more representation will drop into it hopefully in all directions#for gender and sexuality as well as disabilities#because this subgenre is so well equipped for disabilities especially because its soft and slow and so full of love#ranking of kings isn't isekai but i think it could open door for fantasy in general too because its a light genre even when its serious#its just ...pure and light and ready to welcome hardships without trauma#the characters are always kind and the setting is new and magic affords accommodations other genres dont#magical mobility aids that dont erase the disability will always be infinitely more interesting to me than heavy machinery that#that you have to strap into but that also means finding other accommodations too like having bojji read lips instead of getting an implant
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đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: they are your ex hubby and baby daddy and they want you back, make up sex, monster fucking with true form!sukuna - why let something like logic stop me from being horny when we can have the king of curses for a baby daddy, jealous!possessive!Satoru, sukuna isnât jealous but crashed your date with pride, daddy/mama/princess, praise/praising degradation/mocking/teasing/light humiliation/embarrassment, squirting, manhandling, choking, smacking, satoru uses a clone, jerking off, pain kink, pussy slapping, vibrator, forced quick orgasm, overstimulation, Toji is doing his best to sweet talk you
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Oreo: in my quest to answer old asks here we are! Thank you for waiting anon if you did, if you didnât I hope this reaches you one day! đŤśđ˝
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He turns on your small vibrator, climbing onto your bed. Staring down at you with stunning forest green eyes. âThis is what you got to replace me?â You hate how much you love the sight of his massive chest, cocky smirk and thick thighs.
Tojiâs cock hangs and lightly sways as he comes closer. You want to him to stretch you out and fill you up. Make you his dumb cock drunk mess who only whines for more.
Ignoring your better judgment to kick your ex back out. You spread your legs, showing Toji how wet your soft cunt is for him. âIt makes me cum without beinâ an cold hearted asshole.â You voice isnât firm like you want. Itâs trembling from four months of pent up frustration meeting your desperate anticipation.
The smirk in his face drops a little. âDeserved that.â His smirk softens to a charming smile. âLemme make it up to ya mama.â He spits on your clit, stroking you with the pulsing toy. Nudging your soft wet cunt with two thick fingers slowly gliding them in.
âI been missing seeing your sweet cunt stretch for me. You feel so soft, wet nâ warm wanna feel ya cumming on my cock. Nothing else gets me off like seeing you soak my cock.â Stroking your sweet spot, focusing on you making you cum quickly.
Closing your eyes moaning, clenching his thick fingers, digging your heels into the bed. Youâre lost in the immense relief, muffling your moans with your hand.
Toji pouts, âLook at me beautiful lil mama.â Pumping his fingers faster, adding more pressure to your clit with the toy.
âLetâs make a bet, if I make you cum harder with your toy then you can I win.â The pleasure is intense with the toy pulsing on your soft clit and his fingers working magic. He isnât playing fair, using his knowledge of your body against you.
Whimpering, âJust tell me you need money.â Heâs gaze is too intense, closing your eyes. Biting your lip trying to muffle your cries refusing to give Toji more satisfaction.
Keeping his pace steady, coaxing you towards cumming on his fingers. âI do want money but not from you. What I need is for ya to look at me. Wanna see the look in beautiful eyes when you cum.â
His cheeks flush pink, dripping his voice low whining. âPlease.â It shoves you over the edge. Your soaking wet, sensitive cunt spasms, the vibrations on your sensitive clit becoming too much.
âSince Iâm winning I wanna take ya out to dinner.â Biting your soft tight, the sweet pain adding at the intense pleasure. âI missed ya sweet tits, squishy thighs, soft stomach, and soaking wet cunt.â
You already came, you couldn't, not again so quickly. Yet youâre quivering, eyes watering, your moans getting louder. Toji muffles your cry with his lips
Rentlessly fucking your sensitive, sloppy wet cunt in a squirting mess, soaking the bed. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your high.
Itâs too much yet you want more. You want to feel Tojiâs thick cock twitching, his veins pulse seconds before he cums in you. Tears trickle down the side of your face.
Toji breaks away, smirking, âYouâre so breathtaking tremblinâ nâ nearly crying cause the pleasure is too much. I've barely done anything and your soaking the bed. Shows how badly she needs me.â He sits up, turning the toy off tossing it aside.
Grabbing himself slapping your cunt with his heavy cock. Jerking your hips back, reflexivly trying to close your legs to escape the overstimulating stinging slaps. He croons, âIs it too much for your poor little cunt?â Dragging himself himself between your lips, running away when he nudges your sensitive clit.
Whimpering, âYes but I want more, please daddy fuck me with your fat cock.â He flips you over, putting your ass up in the air. Lining himself up, gliding just his fat tip admiring how you stretch to take him. âOr should I call it mine?â You can't wait any long, pushing your hips back taking his cock.
âNnn fuck thatâs it mama fuck yourself with my cock. How good does it feel? Does it make you feel like a whore to fuck yourself like this? Using my cock like a toy.â He groans, it's a deep sound youâve been missing.
He grabs your hips, meeting your hips with a harsh thrust. Stroking your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. He leans over you, pinning you down with some of his weight.
Youâre clawing at the sheets unable to run away. âCome on lilâ mama give me another chance.â
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Heâs in the shirtless. You want to fondle, squeeze, and bite his thick chest. Let your hands wonder down his beautifully sculpted body. You could dig your nails into his broad shoulders, spread your legs and take best cock you've had again.
You know how pleasurable itâs to be underneath and on top of him. Which makes not touching him for the past few months even worse. Finding someone that does it like Satoru is impossible.
âGot my shirt going in the washer with some of your clothes. Ya mind if I crash here for the night? Itâs gonna be late by the time itâs dry.â Your brain freezes, and youâre thinking only with your cunt.
Youâre caught, weakly snapping, âFuck you for being hot.â Youâre missing his warm, large hands groping your body, fingering your cunt. His soft warm lips peppering kisses like heâs worshiping you.
Satoru's pecs are fuller, and his arms are thicker, with two extra veins running down his forearms. When did he get this big?
He croons, âCareful sweetheart.â Grabbing the top of the doorway, filling it up, showing his size off, smirking. âIf your date from last they knew how badly you want to fuck your hot baby daddy what would they think?â Youâre stuck on his happy trail dipping into his jeans.
He hooks his thumb into his jeans. You rip your gaze away, cheeks burning, your cunt soaking your panties. "It was a second date so itâs none of their concern.â He steps closer, dipping his head down.
Leaning your head back, closing your eyes. âItâs not serious yet then good.â Opening your eyes, your body engulf by heat. The cocky smirk on his lips is infuriating.
He walks past you, standing in your bedroom door. âWhy do you think you can help yourself to my room?â He turns around, his expression is cold, angry. It shouldnât make you so horny.
Is he jealous?
He motions with two fingers, âTonight itâs our room ya can fuck me for being irritatingly hot and Iâll show you who is better.â You follow him into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind.
You suggest, âNâ if you fail to be better in bed?â Another Satoru grabs your hair from behind shoving you towards the original.
Nudging your lips with his thick fingers, gagging you when you part your lips. âThank fucking god these walls are proofed imma make you moan my name like a prayer. Iâm gonna have you cry out calling me god and worshipinâ my cock by the time were done.â Squeezing your neck, grabbing your tongue pulling out out to spit on it.
Stuffing your tongue back in with his long fingers. He unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear, getting out his long, veiny cock.
Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, Satoru smears his spit on his cock. You wrap your fingers around him, smear his pre-cum with your thumb. Swirling your fist sliding your hand down his cock.
The clones lifts you off the ground, lining his cock up with your soft lips. Rocking his hips, grinding his warm, hard cock along your soft lips, softly stroking your sensitive clit.
Satoru loosens his grasp around your neck. âStupid beautiful slut you brought him back here fucked him in what was our bedroom.â The clone Satoru pulls you back by your hips to meet his thrust. âLike your cunt doesnât belong to me.â He grabs your thighs spreading you in a mating press.
Satoru groans at the sight your soft wet cunt taking his cloneâs cock. âYou wore this dress for him too.â He rips the front, smirking. He slips his blindfold off, tossing it on the bed. His eyes are cold, hard with intense jealousy youâve never seen before.
You canât glare up at him for ripping your dress. Unable to get mad with his cock stirring your guts up with each merciless, quick, deep stroke. Heâs fucking a confession out of you. âGot it with you in mind. Knew it was something you liked to see on me.â
âItâs something I love seeing on you. It looks so much better like this, ripped with it bunched around your hips for you to take my cock.â You canât focus on stroking his cock anymore. Youâre too lost in the sweet pleasure of your needy, wet cunt stretching to take his long cock with itâs toe curling thickness.
Letting your thighs go when the clones grabs your thighs. He sits down, man spreading, spitting into his palm stroking himself. âTell me lil baby mama whose fucking your sweet cunt in a sloppy wet mess?â
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Glancing Sukunaâs lips, he grabs your neck pulling you in close. His lips are so soft despite the roughness in his passionate hungry kiss. Slipping his hand up your dress squeezing your thigh digging in his nails. He slips his tongue in when you whine.
Dragging his nails up your thigh, squeezing your ass, lifting you off your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist. Desperately trying to keep from moaning into Sukunaâs hungry passionate kiss.
Heâs hands and lips feel better than you recall, better then when you touch yourself at night. You missed his cocks, his deep groans, all four of his large hands fondling, restraining and playing with your fragile body pushing you to the point of breaking.
Carrying you through the hallway, closing the door locking it behind himself. Pinning you to the wall, dragging his nails up your thighs, fondling your ass.
He breaks the kiss, yanking your head aside by your hair. Biting your neck, you moan from the sweet pain. Using the second you steady to croon, âAw you jealous Sukuna? Chased my date off.â
Rolling his crimson eyes Sukuna scoffs, âHe isnât enough for ya lil mama. And by the way you were undressing me from across the room I didnât think you would mind.â His lips stretch into a cocky smirk that makes your cunt throb.
âYouâre suck a rude slut with a broken lil cunt that craves both my cocks.â You want to sit on his face and cum till youâre trembling.
You plead with Sukuna, âCan you please?â Trailing kisses along his jawline, dragging your nails along his scalp. You bite his neck, he tilts his head to the side biting into his bottom lip. He moans from you sucking on the soft spot on his neck.
Stepping away from the wall, tugging you off his body dropping you onto your bed. He demands, âSay your a whore who thinks whose greedy lol cunt loves my monster cocks nâ Iâll fuck you stupid.â
Dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh stopping shy of your cunt. Waiting for you to admit, âIâm your filthy whore who canât stop thinking with her needy cock hungry cunt. Need ya to fuck me stupid please my King.â He bites his lip, his breath hitching.
âI need your cocks please no one else can compare to you. You make me cum so hard I canât think straight or walk. Wanna be fucked into a stupid cum stuffed slut!â Lightly stroking your clit through your underwear. grinding your hips.
He croons, âThatâs it! I missed hearing you beg. When I think my cock canât get any harder, itâs almost hurtin.â Fondling himself through his pants, groaning.
âPlease take my underwear off. Please my king!â Slipping his finger underneath your underwear. It shouldn't feel so good to have his finger brush your lips but your cunt is clenching.
He groans, âFuck princess your so damn beautiful, makinâ you my baby mama only made you hotter. That makes you my Queen, my personal cumdump.â Transforming quickly. Heâs twice your height and beautifully monstrous with four muscular arms, a mouth stretching across his hard abs. His dark pants outlining his hard cocks.
Unbutton his pants and freeing his cock with a loud sigh. Kicking his pants aside. Massaging his balls, admiring the sight of you laying down in bed with your dress pushed up and legs spread. Your soft cunt soaking wet for him.
Leaning over you, forcing you to look up, grabbing your hands pinning them above your head. Sukuna he slaps your cunt. âThis is mine! Itâs always been mine!â You reflexively jerk away from the intense sweet sting.
Sukuna yanks you back into place, pinning your legs open. Slapping your cunt again, licking your clit with his stomachâs tongue. Stroking your soft numb quickly, easing the stinging, gliding one thick finger one.
Curling it, remember how your sweet cunt likes it. Massaging your soft spot with the perfect speed and pressure reducing you to a moaning quivering mess, clenching his finger.
The sound proof bedroom containing your loud needy cries. âI miss how you double stuff me. Please, pleaseplease pleaseplease!â Your words are slurring together. His thick fingers are three of your combined, stretching your soft cunt out.
âI know lilâ mama no one can fuck ya like I can. It was a matter of time till ya missed me.â Youâre creaming on his fingers too quickly. You shouldnât be able to. Yet your cunt is clenching and creaming on his fingers.
Your cheeks burning. âDid you cuming so easily?â He smirk grows, âThat barely more than a minute, you havenât been treating her right.â His tongue strokes your puffy clit faster.
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How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet
Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,
Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p
Tengen
He couldn't care less
His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud
Like it's not his fault that dick is magical
After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night
He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"
He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow
Way to ruin the mood
But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor
"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so
He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head
"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing
"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen
Sanemi
Cares alot
Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?
You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison
Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.
Anyways
Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible
Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"
Not kidding I can see him doing that
He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.
But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window
One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!
Good Lord was he waiting for this
It took one punch and the guy was out
Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living
Rengoku
He's a good neutral between caring and not caring
Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams
So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck
The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up
"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology
Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you
"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden
"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.
It works for a bit before he's yelling again
You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes
He's actually quiet in bed though
So your the problem (real)
Obanai
I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be
Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud
It's your neighbor who was the problem
A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns
You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over
He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness
Obanai cared at first but got over it
You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed
Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons
At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"
Brother is STRESSING
Then you cum and he's like "ah"
Then he's like "Did you take it?"
You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting
Gyomei
Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer
Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?
NO
Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.
And Gyomei loves it!
He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good
Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet
He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.
Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what
When the pussy so good you start crying đđ
When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed
Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.
Don't worry he thinks its endearing
Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you
But your touches and now quieter moans made that better
And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard
Giyuu
Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed
Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color
He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips
If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will
Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.
But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet
You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.
So you nod and try to keep quiet.
You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?
Yeah that was you
You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."
And you couldn't help but laugh
Like howling
You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that
You've never seen Giyuu so panicked
But give him a week and he'll stop caring
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â you ask him "can i sit on your lap?"
including heizou, lyney, wriothesley, alhaitham x gn! reader
ę° genre ęą â fluff, established relationship, a tiny bit suggestive towards the end (wriothesley's part, basically the last paragraph hints at something suggestive)
â heizou
the door to heizou's office was closed behind you two, leaving the rest of the world outside as you laid on a couch while he was practically glued to his office-deskâ his countenance focused, absorbed in the current case he was working on.
to some, it might appear as boring when you both spend time like that, but to you it was the exact oppositeâ not only were you able to work on your own stuff in his office, in fact, you're not getting distracted by anything there, but heizou will always spend the night at your place after he was done with work.
although sometimes, you catch yourself become bored once you've finished up everything you had to do yourself, and immediately decide to walk towards his desk, your eyes holding a secret glow only he was able to understand.
"how far are you?" you ask, "already cracked the case?" tilting your head to the sight before lazily leaning against his desk.
heizou smirks before brushing one hand through his tousled hair, "almost done, heh, i'm almost there,"
you knowâ you know, you shouldn't bother him while he was busy with solving this case, but watching him actually do it was very much attractive. it's constant in his behavior, your boyfriend was just effortlessly handsome when he skimmed over a case, never seeing the glass as half fullâ he see it brimming to the top, filled with all his brilliance.Â
to add on to that, the both of you couldn't be apart from each other for a long time anyways, it was like watching two magnets, pushing and pulling until they finally clicked back into place.
"can i sit on your lap?" you say in a whispered utterance that was setting his heart ablaze, "i want to watch you solve it," and the way you spoke to him in that sound, heizou's facial features instantly turn softly into kindness, a carefree laugh attached to him.
"you don't have to ask, come here."
heizou instantly makes space for you before guiding you towards his lap, and an immediate rush of warm air rises when he wraps his arms around you, the tension roiling and manifesting into heart-shaped clouds.
now, as a result of being so close to your boyfriend, his slightly sweet fragrance overruns your senses when you rest your head against his shoulder, sighing out through your mouth.
"you wanna help me solve this case, hm?" the man snickers as his palm smoothes along your thigh, "i will do whatever you want if you solve it before me,"
"i can try," you claim confidently and shift on his lap.
a gleeful light falls into his deep, black pupils when you agree, his lips curved up into a smile, "but don't get mad if i beat you!"
â lyney
"see? that's how you hide a card and make it appear again,"
lyney moves his fingers around the pack of cards with such frightening precision that you could evidently witness with fierce clarity that, well, you cannot possibly memorize this magic trick with the confused blur in your eyesâ despite the fact that he has shown you the exact same trick three times in a row now.
you sigh out in defeat, your eyes skimming over his hands as you're both sitting on the couch next to each other, "I still don't get it," your words were breathless but liquid with embarrassment, even though there was nothing to be embarrassed aboutâ because you see, lyney would never reveal a trick to anybody, not even to his significant other.
after all, it's a magicians greatest strength to keep their cunning mischiefs hidden away.
in fact, he only offered to show you because he really liked that befuddled look on your face, he finds it so cute, pretty and sweet.
a somewhat devious, but calm smile hovers on his face as he watches you in awe, one hand now lingering on your arm, a silent plea for you to stay.
"hm, you know what? let me look at it from a different view," you grin before tenderly kissing his cheek, "it's difficult watching from the side like that, you know?" then place a small peck on his jaw before working yourself towards his soft lips at last.
"can i sit on your lap?" you say and lyney almost whines at your request, a pretty sparkle on your eyes worsening his condition, your voice barely above a whisper.
on a surface level, you were dating lyney for quite a while now and were utterly aware that he was probably trying to confuse you with his magic tricks, and although you do not welcome it, you also did not mind because letting him confuse you wasn't necessarily a bad thingâ since lyney would always become so confident and loving, not to mention excited to show and tell you more about his passion.
he blushes a little, an emotion such as this one was probably one of the only ones a magician of his caliber was unable to disguise.
"of course," lyney takes a deep breath before straightening his posture out, parting his arms so you could easily settle on his lap.
once you're on his lap, he kisses your shoulder before resting his head in the nook of your neck, "i'll start over now, you ready?"
"i am!" you retort back, "i will get it this time," as a lazy smirk spreads across your face before you begin to melt into his embrace.
â wriothesley
for you to be able to see each other as often as possible, you tend to visit wriothesley at work every now and thenâ sometimes you feel quite lonely since your boyfriend was always occupied with his job, so when you open the door to his office at last, he holds a benevolent presence on his demeanor, mirth possessing his eyes at the pure look of you walking into the room.
and to make this situation even sweeter, wriothesley shows you a tight-lipped, tender smile on his attractive face, delving into the soothing energy you always brought forth in him.
time seemed to stand still as your eyes met, and wriothesley immediately rises from his seat, cheeks flushing brightly, "you're finally here," his voice jovial-alike, so jovial that it set your entire tone for the day, "i was waiting for you, love,"
his walk was quick as he could barely wait to hug youâ in fact, you honestly applaud him for how impossibly fast he has reached you as two muscular arms wrap around your body in no time, a silent language of shared passion being spoken.
"i'm sorry that i have kept you waiting, i'm a bit late, aren't i?" with a meaningful smile, you cup his cheeks before stroking the skin with your thumb.
lost in your eyes, wriothesley watches you through a soft look of through his thick lashes, "âoh, yeah? you did? i couldn't tell."
"but now that you're mentioning it, hm, how brave of you to keep me waiting like that," wriothesley utters in a fooling timbre, "âknowing that I've missed you all day," he continues to tease you before guiding you towards his desk by your hand.
on a normal day, the duke would offer you to sit on his office chair just because he finds it cute and somewhat hilariousâ in fact, your cuteness in general was off the charts, it practically had its own gravitational pull.
you do not sit down and instead wrap your arms around his neck, "looks like someone's not quite perfect after all," wriothesley jokes in a tone that was warm and inviting, eliciting an immediate laugh from you.
you pout at him, "hey! if that's the case i'm taking my apology back right now,"
half jokingly, you avert your gaze as to tease him for once, although his overconfidence was like a blazing torch, nothing was capable to rush through it.
wriothesley keeps a prolonged eye contact with you so he could intensify the triumph over this situation, watching how you're crumbling first and losing the game, a playful wink adding a touch of humor to his jest.
"ouch, my love, you heart my heart crack right now?" the duke knits his eyebrows together as he kisses your forehead, his voice light with a hint of playfulness.
you roll your eyes, "hmpf, that's what you get."
the air was charged with a gentle, bubbly energy as wriothesley slightly pushes his office chair towards your direction to make you sit downâ he believed you must be tired from today, in fact, the night was slowly approaching and he could tell by how often you'd yawn out.
you look at the chair before searching for your boyfriends eyes again, "is it okay if i sit on your lap instead?" you ask shyly, "i want to watch you work," certainly, that look on your face told him all he needed to know,
"âand cuddle," especially with that twinkle in your eyes.
"you sure? i might be unable to sit still," he grins, leaning closer to your ear before pulling you on to his lap, "make sure to keep your eyes wide open for me, no sleeping," wriothesley kisses your cheek, his voice a soft murmur that boiled the blood in your veins.
"working with me can be quite the handful, you know," he claims confidently, yet you weren't new to your boyfriend's manner of speakingâ because you see, in secret he was hinting at something way different than you simply sitting on his lap.
â alhaitham
eyes fluttering shut, you lean against alhaitham's shoulder while your knee would nudge against his own ever so often, swaying from left to right.
it's this particular hour of the day again, where your boyfriend would read to you in the park, it's a simple date yet the both of you preferred it above everything elseâ it's the vibrancy of various petals decorating the nature that was boldly unique to you, surrounding your bodies so delicately and pure that you couldn't help yourself but feel weary due to the dainty scenery.
for some reason, you cannot keep your eyes open this time but proceeded to give your utmost best to keep your fatigue hidden from the scribe's eyesâ granting the fact that he had figured it out the second he saw you.
it was utterly unfair, that's what it was, because there was nothing you cherished more then spending time with your boyfriend like that, in midst the sounds of cooing pigeons in the garden as  sun washes the garden with a golden glow.
alhaitham liked it to, especially reading his favorite books to you was something he thought was beneficial to the both of you. most importantly, he noticed how he was igniting an inner smile in your soul, that kind that burns warm and long, he loves that smile, he couldn't possibly become satiated by it ever.
in a fleeting moment, he places his warm palm against your knee, "hey, you're falling asleep," he claims, a little stoic, "we should head home so you can rest,"
no, please no, you yell inwardly before rubbing your eyesâ every ounce of your remaining strength was dedicated to maintaining your eyes open and stay within this scenery a little longer.
"it's okay, i am fine, i promise," you panic, then yawn, yikes, what a way for your body to go behind your back.
hand in hand with your weary state of mind, you move your body before standing up to reclaim your energy, "you can keep reading to me, please, it was getting interesting,"
you're attempting to salvage just an ounce of this date, your eyebrows knitting together in displeasure as you yawn out again.
"i love listening to you."
"there's no point in that if you're falling asleep,"
alhaitham takes your hand, delicately pulling your body towards his own as to inspect your fatigued expression, "we can postpone this, the book isn't running anywhere and neither am i," he smiles gently, silently running his thumb along your knuckles so you'd calm yourself down a little, his homely trace sending a shiver down your spine.
without dissembling anything, it wasn't the book you feared to miss out onâ in fact, it was about alhaitham himself. as the scribe of the akademiya he had always been busy and it could become very difficult to plan dates in advance.
to note that even after he might finish up his duties for the day a little earlier, he preferred to stay within the warm confines of his home which you did not mind either.
"alhaitham?" you heave out, something unspoken yet profound being exchanged as your body tests the waters by moving forward, "can i sit on your lap? that way i will surely stay awake, i promise."
alhaitham cocks a curious brow at you, "oh, you will?" he inquires as you nod your head, "in that case, please be my guest,"
the scribe shuffles in his seat as he spreads his legs a little, waiting for you to sit on his lap as one of his hands guide you down while the other held on to the beige-colored book.
the scribe looks at you through thick eyelashes, his face wholly relaxed as you loop one arm around his shoulders to steady yourself, your  lips contorting into a deep, happy smile.
"are you comfortable enough?" he asks as you shift your weight from one leg to another, "very much, thank you."
alhaitham holds you by your waist, strong enough that you could leisurely lean back without fearing of actually dropping on the ground. after figuring out a comfortable setting for the both of you, he flips his book open with one hand as your body subconsciously heats up at his tender palm rubbing circles on your waist.
a cool breeze swirls around you both when he resumes to the book like nothing has changed at all, his choice in tone dignified and unwavering as he reads the first paragraph to you, smiling at your sweet face when he notices how you were drifting into a much deeper sleep.
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You think the Zone has its version of Comic Con?
Like? Think about it. You have literally all of time to work on it, your Magnum Opus, your life's work. That DREAM comic. All the supplies you could ever wish for. Endless paper. Endless ink. You can practice and practice for CENTURIES until it's JUST right.
Wouldn't you want to share it?
There are definitely Ghosts who have Obsessions that make them collect.
And two people meeting would lead to a group. Lead to a bigger group. Lead to a large group. A gathering. A crowd even. Eventually you need a Lair to meet IN. It becomes An Event.
People hear about it.
Want to bring other art mediums. Food stalls. Report on it. It grows. Shoot offs start happening. Niche meet ups.
But like?
Unlike comic con? It's all FREE. Sure, you might have fork over the ecto to make your copy. And yeah, weaker ghosts can only do that so many times. Will have to prioritize. But? They can come back after leaving for a nap. Ask a buddy to come with. There ARE work arounds.
Just? Imagine the unbelievable HIPE? Danny would feel? But be unable to TELL anyone about? Zone Con happens several times a year! Cause so many people wanna come. The Zone being infinite, after all.
Problem 1? They're using THEIR standard of a "year". Which is actual 5 earth years. So it's only happens every year and a half for him. And Problem 2? He can't even TALK about how excited he is about Z Con with anyone (outside his friends and family) because they haven't heard of it and might Ask Questions.
It's ALSO held in a part of the Zone that's like? Three days of flying away from the portal. And no amount of begging is gonna get any of his loved ones to camp in the Speeder for around six-ish days just to go to a Con.
So you can imagine his DELIGHT. His utter JOY and *Target Spotted* "!!!" Noise, when? In the crowd? He spots A HUMAN! Hi fellow human!!! Omg, wanna be Con Besties? *doesn't even wait for an answer*
So now? This sad, blonde, deeply lost and kinda alarmed, trench coat dude? Is Danny's new Z Con Going Bestie! You got a map yet, bestie? No? That's cool, he has one. By the way, he has human food in the Speeder if you nee-
YES!
Cause, see, here's the THING. John? Lost to the Realms Infinte. Or Infinte Realms. Translation was iffy... and on fire... like the rest of the building. It was him or the kids those psychos had kidnapped, for what fucked "ritual" the voices in their heads, that THEY thought were demons but frankly he's pretty sure was just feedback from-
Look, doesn't matter, he had to choose. He always knew someday he'd have too. That even twisting Luck and talking fast wouldn't quite be enough. And he had to decide, in that moment, which outcome mattered more to him. They get out safe, or he does.
Wasn't much of a question, was it?
So, there he is. Staring down oblivion and all those debts unpaid. 'Bout to see who's gonna come for him this time, and take what left of wretched soul. When? He bleeds on the FUCKIN two-bit crap circle they squiggled in God only knows what. Remembers that "oh YEAH, set dressings!" Sometimes when you focus too hard on insuring a Good Outcome?
You weird weird as shit byproducts happening on the side to balance it all out.
Or BAD ones.
He wakes up someone fucking green and crowded. For the life of him can't tell you which one it is. And THAT was of course, bout two days ago.
Biggest and most immediate problem? He... does NOT recognize what flavor of magical fuckery this is. Doesn't seem Fae. And doesn't smell like Hell. There are... there are honest to God BOOTH BABES hanging around. Hunks too. The view is LOVELY.
And nerdy.
Very, very nerdy.
But he isn't THAT out of touch. So he should recognize SOMETHING. Or at least the languages. But nope! It's like aliens and magic had a nerd baby and dipped it in GREEN. And the worst thing? Is there is food everywhere, but it all glows and John's not stupid enough to eat it.
Then? Sweet merciful fuck. Salvation! Some teeny bopper Barely No Longer Teen fresh faced INFANT of a Hero kid. With a SHIP. Who has FOOD and a clear idea of where they are. Hello~ John's new BEST FRIEND. Yes. Absolutely. Con Buddies, whatever.
Just feed me, kid.
Only? Once he inhales like 5 "Fenton rations"? He only gets half way through introducing himself before getting interrupted. Kid hears "magic" and "occult Detective" and just? Goes "oh! So you wanna check out the magic Ally with me? Sam wanted me to pick up some witchy stuff!"
..............how magic?
(In Which? Constantine becomes Danny's interdimensional Con buddy)
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Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader Masterlist
Sheâs still bejewelled - Y/N finds out F1 wag pages are once again speculating she is dating her best friend, Max Verstappen
Itâs (not) a cruel summer - Y/N and Max enjoy the summer break
August slipped away - Y/N does a Q&A to catch up with her followers after summer break
Burning red- Lando puts his foot in it
Holy ground - Fans discuss their excitement to see Y/N and Max interact at Zandvoort
Iâm the one who understands you - A window into Max and Y/Nâs home life
It turned into something bigger - Y/Nâs comments about her childhood friend, Mick Schumacher, lead to a social media firestorm
Theyâd say Iâd hustled, put in the work - A look at Y/Nâs podcast, Dirty Air(time)
Shake it off - Determined to forget her worries, Y/N goes out parting with Max and Lando
They say home is where the heart is - Fans discuss how Y/N and Max love being roommates
(Weâre) in the club doing I donât know what - Fans look back on Max and Y/Nâs Club Rat Renaissance
Pauses, then says, (heâs) my best friend - Y/N spends the day in Amsterdam while Max does press at Zandvoort
How evergreen, our group of friends - Snippets of Y/N and Maxâs other friends on the grid and beyond
Weâre faster and never scared - Itâs a dramatic Friday in the Zandvoort paddock
I watch Superman fly away - The drama continues as Y/N and Mick have a run in in the paddock
Long live all the magic he made - Y/N supports Max as he equals the record for most consecutive wins
Remember the footsteps - A look at Y/N and Mickâs lifelong friendship
He has his fatherâs eyesâŚhis fatherâs ambition - A look at Y/Nâs relationship with Jos
I love your handshake, meeting my father - Fans discuss Josâs perspective on Y/N, and her relationship with Max
And maybe it was egos swinging - Everyone speculates about the cause and consequences of Y/N and Mickâs falling out
I fell from the pedestal - Y/N becomes the subject of internet trolling after her fall out with Mick becomes public
Donât know how long itâs gonna take to feel okay - Unable to deal with the stress and trolling, Y/N goes home to Switzerland, cutting off Max
My reputationâs never been worse so - Y/Nâs absence sparks concerns amongst those closest to her
If someone comes at us, this time Iâm ready - Y/Nâs friends publicly support her as the hate continues
You donât want to know me, I will just let you down
My words shoot to kill when Iâm mad - Mick and Y/N finally talk
Something in your eyes says we can beat this - Max has a tough start to an important weekend, but his luck is about to change
(We) saw something the canât take away - Y/N is there as Max wins at Monza and breaks another record
This is life before you know who youâre gonna be - Netizens discuss Max and Y/Nâs enemy era
20 questions, we tell the truth - Y/N catches up with her followers after a hectic couple of weeks, and meets a man in Monaco
On a Wednesday, in a cafĂŠ - Y/Nâs podcast with Daniel leads to some interesting revelations
Do you really want to know where I was? - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory as rumours begin to swirl
I make it look oh so easy - Y/N and Max choose different confidants as they both attempt to avoid the elephant in the room
Youâll find me on my tallest tiptoes - It gets harder for Y/N to keep her secret
Slow motion, double vision in rose blush - Y/N gets back in the saddle while Max watches from the sidelines in more ways than one
Carnations you had thought were roses - Two of Y/Nâs secrets are revealed
Didnât it all seem new and exciting - Max leaves Y/N behind in Monaco as she reflects on her date
Loose lips sink ships all the damn time - Y/N heads to Switzerland for a special appointment as her relationship with Max is put under a microscope
I donât wanna miss you like this - Y/N and Max deal with the distance between them differently
Your finger on my hairpin trigger - Tensions run high as Max has a bad day on track and Y/N gets defensive
Takes one to know one - Y/Nâs much needed talk with Elliot is interrupted by an explosive qualifying in Singapore
I want to tell you not to get lost in these petty things - Maxâs streak comes to an end and he and Y/N look ahead to Suzuka
Forever going with the flow, but youâre friction - Max asking Y/N to fly out early to Japan leads to tension and Y/N turns to Daniel for advice
I drive down different roads - Fans, and Y/N, speculate about her budding relationship
(They) knew what it was, he is in love - Netizens set out to prove that Max is in love with Y/N
(We) counted days, I counted miles, to see you there - Y/N arrives in Japan and is reunited with Max
Balancing on breaking branches - Max receives an unexpected delivery as Y/N answers questions from the media and her mother
Itâs you and me, thereâs nothing like this - As Max gets back to business as usual in Suzuka, wag social media does itâs thing
My (baby flies) like a jet stream - Max has a good day on track and Y/Nâs Vogue article goes live
I can read you like a magazine - The internet reacts to mentions of Max in Y/Nâs Vogue article
Heâs passing by, rare as a glimmer of a comet in the sky - Red Bull securing the WCC is overshadowed by the revelation that Max hates podcasts
The lingering question(s) kept me up - Y/N does an Instagram Q&A
I just may like some explanations - Y/N answers more questions
How you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry - Set in 2017, we learn what led to Y/Nâs dad being dropped as Maxâs sponsor, early in their friendship
People started talking, putting us through our paces - When Y/N is spotted out with Elliot, Instagram, Max, and Lando react
I donât wanna touch you - Y/N finds herself short of breath on her padel date. Later, she appears on Maxâs stream
(I) will never make my parentsâ mistakes - Y/Nâs dad hears about her dating life, and her mother weighs in
Drinking on a (yacht) with you all over me - Y/N and Max kick of his birthday celebrations with a day on the water, while Elliot changes his tune
Iâd pick you up and weâd go back in time - Y/N and Max bring in his birthday somewhere special
Weâre gonna be timeless - Itâs Maxâs birthday, but Y/N isnât the only one planning surprises
Take the moment and taste it - Max enjoys a birthday boat day with family and friends, and Vic makes an accidental discovery
Thereâs glitter on the floor after the party - Itâs the morning after night before. Max and Vic discuss Y/Nâs letter
Movinâ on was always easy for me to do - Y/N and Elliot meet up to talk and Y/Nâs friend weighs in. Y/Nâs tweets irritate Max
Your eyes look like (being at) home - Y/N goes riding, Lando proposes plans, and Max has plans of his own
No I didnât hear the news, âcause we were somewhere else - Max and Y/N arrive in Doha, but rumours about Maxâs Monaco exploits follow them
You heard the rumours from (your friends) - Max attends Media Day while Y/N hangs out with an old friend
âCause they donât know about the night in the hotel - Maxâs GQ interview exposes an interesting part of Max and Y/Nâs past
I was dancing around, dancing around it - Y/N and Clara celebrate Maxâs on track triumphs
(You) stand up, champion tonight - Max becomes a three time world champion
This life is sweeter than fiction - Max wins in Qatar in a physically gruelling race
Life makes love look hard - Back in Monaco, Y/N is seen out with Elliot, and he makes a bold suggestion
Can we always be this close? - Y/N and Max have a chill day at home and while Twitter notice Max made an admission in an interview, Y/N makes an admission to Victoria
Inescapable, Iâm not even gonna try - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory, where both realise they may have something to work on
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me - Y/Nâs podcast with Oscar comes out, on the same day she finally films one with Max. Meanwhile, Max uses the sim in an unconventional way
Yes, I remember what you said last night - Y/Nâs plans for COTA baffle Christian, and Y/N learns an unexpected fact about the past
Take out, then take me home - Y/N prepares for Austin, and an interview with Max comes out
Loveâs a game, wanna play? - Y/N tries her hand at padel after watching Max compete, and Max steams with Redline
RosĂŠ flowing with your chosen family - Clara and Y/N spend the day together, and Clara becomes determined to finish what she started in 2017
(We are) a flight risk, with a fear of falling - Y/N and Max head to the US
Ainât it funny, rumours fly - Y/N heads to a Ferrari gala as rumours swirl about Maxâs next career move amid reports of infighting at Red Bull
As if I donât already see (it) - The circus settles in to Texas and Y/Nâs dad weighs in on Elliot
Can you see right through me? - Y/N and Elliot make a king and awkward paddock debut
Iâve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night - Y/N sheds light on her dating history while she and Elliot struggle to adjust to life in the paddock
Itâs morning now, itâs brighter now - Y/N reaches out to an old friend for support. Meanwhile, Daniel tries to support Max
The moment I could see it - Max takes another win in Austin while Elliot reaches his breaking point
Youâll find the real thing instead - Y/N and Elliot have an honest conversation
In the name of being honest - Bonus part where Y/N answers Instagram questions after the Austin GP
Iâm asking you why - More of Y/Nâs post Austin Q&A
Youâve got a girl at home and everybody knows that - Y/N and Max are suspects in the wildest paddock rumour yet as they wrap up their trip to Austin
You learn my secrets and you figure out why Iâm guarded - Y/N gets brutally honest with Mick as Max plays goalkeeper twice
You saw the truth in me - Max cuts it close before media day as reports surface of security threats in Mexico
They tell you that youâre lucky, but youâre so confused - Max attends a gruelling media day as Y/N deals with the heat of Mexico
Laughing with (your head in my) lap, like you were my closest friend - Everyone has a tough quali day
This is the golden age - Maxico delivers another win, and Y/N celebrates with tequila
(You would never) me darling, but who could stay? - Y/N and Max arrive in Brazil for a short break before the race
No one has to know what we do - Max and Y/N fall off the map and enjoy some private time
I canât say anything to your face - Max and Y/N continue to leave each other flustered and Max starts press for the Brazilian GP
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm - Max takes pole in difficult conditions and Y/N gets near her breaking point
We were cards sharks, playing games - Max wins the sprint and Y/N wins games of her own
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what if u have to fake date the guys for some reason but its starts becomin difficult for ur heart cuz you start catching feelings
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thanks for this request! ⥠i went a lil overboard with this LOL. WARNING â ď¸ long post..
Fake Dating the Love and Deepspace men but you catch feelings pt. 1
ZAYNE
âď¸ Tara keeps trying to set you up with one of her colleagues, and no matter how subtle she acts about it, you're getting tired of it. Thus, you come to this decision! You request Zayne to play your fake boyfriend for a while.
âď¸ The matter of his own feelings aside, Zayne just thinks that fake dating someone to avoid potential dates is incredibly crazy. âYou can simply ask your friend to stop.â
âď¸ His suggestion is baffling. You feel like an idiot for ignoring the obvious solution. But only a moment later realize that even asking her to stop won't likely deter Tara. At least not until she sees you with a person better than any of her chosen candidates.
âď¸ So you decide to let go of the little self-respect you have and beg Zayne to do this for you. He is amused by this ridiculous proposition but agrees nonetheless since he can never really say no to you.
âď¸ It's an amazing experience cause Zayne is the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever ask forâ handsome, smart, caring, strict when needed, protective and very accommodating.
âď¸ The first time Tara meets him, her eyes literally glow with admiration. And she pats your back like a proud aunt, winking suggestively as she does so.
âď¸ However, Zayne has always been great at adapting to the situations at hand and soon your arrangement starts becoming a bit of a problem for your delicate heart.
âď¸ It is one thing to show him off to your colleagues. But Zayne has started doing stuff like dropping you home everyday after work, his only explanation being âthat's what he would do if he was your REAL boyfriendâ.
âď¸ And this isn't all. He's taking breaks in the afternoon to have lunch with you everyday and make sure you don't miss any meals. He slips your hand inside his coat pocket on particularly colder days. He even focuses on the little things like wiping a coffee stain from your bottom lip or gently pushing the stray strands of hair behind your ear. All this while, his explanation is: it's what he would do if he were your real boyfriend. And you aren't sure your heart will manage long if this goes on.
âď¸ The real issue arises when one of your colleagues point out how they've never seen you kiss. And this makes Tara perk-up too.
âď¸ In your defense, you spout some nonsense about how Zayne is kinda shy by nature and doesn't believe in PDA much. âWhen we're alone, he's very passionate.â
âď¸ This leads to Tara and a bunch of colleagues secretly tailing you when Zayne comes to pick you up one evening. For they also wanna see this passionate side of him.
âď¸ âUm..Zayne, can we kiss?â You whisper, your eyes averted, and fingers fiddling in nervousness. Its not that you are worried about the "kissing" part. Thats easy. You are actually worried about kissing Zayne.
âď¸ As for Zayne, he is confused and shocked at first. Even blushes a little. But thanks to his perceptive nature, he quickly spots your colleagues and understands.
âď¸ So as you clumsily teeter closer to him and raise yourself on your feet to reach his height, he chuckles at your efforts as well as the pained expression on your face.
âď¸ âRelax.â He commands and magically, his words do calm your nerves a little.
âď¸ He smiles then, his big arms wrapping smoothly around your waist as he lowers his head and lets his lips gently linger against yours, igniting a desire within you.
âď¸ When he finally pulls back moments later, you nearly loose your footing.
âď¸ This is it. The last shred of your sanity blown away. It may have only been a few moments but the kiss leaves an impact on you. Your heart can't take it anymore. Because you enjoyed the kiss more than you should have. And its made you realise that you may have actual feelings for Zayne.
XAVIER
â There's this creepy resident at your apartment complex who's been trying to make moves on you but he's just been so nice and subtle about it that you have no idea how to turn him down. Thus, instead of that, you ask Xavier to play your fake boyfriend for a while.
â âThis doesn't seem like a good idea.â He says, hesitantly scratching his cheek.
â Xavier also believes beating the shit out of the guy is a better option, and a permanent solution. But again, you can't do that because the guy hasn't actually done anything threatening or concerning. Thus, any sort of unwarranted violence against such a guy will only result in more problems for Xavier and You.
â So Xavier sighs, and nods with a smile. âFine. What do you need me to do?â
â âJust do things only a boyfriend would do whenever that guy is around.â You tell him and he nods.
â And so it starts with you dragging Xavier out for morning laps and evening walks around the complex, and you always make sure to hold onto Xavier's arm whenever you spot the strange guy.
â But as the days go by, you sense as if Xavier may be a little too good at his new job.
â One evening as you are working out at the gym on the top floor of the apartment complex, the guy walks in and approaches you. To your annoyance, he begins his usual small talk. But he's barely strung two words together when you feel the warmth of a hand gliding along your waist.
â You look up to find Xavier, his clothes sweaty from workout. He tucks his chin on top off your head, his arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly. âDo you know this guy?â
â It takes a moment for you to realise you're gawking! At the same guy you had asked to pretend to be your boyfriend. And it's not just his fingers stroking circles on your belly but also the way his voice sounds more intimate!??
â Quickly, you compose yourself and stammer a response. âN-Not really. He's a resident just like us.â
â And with that said, you're being steered out of the gym, Xavier's arm never leaving your waist.
â Ever since you've known him, he rarely breaches your personal space without permission. A gentleman through and through. It's you who's been messing with his hair, squishing his cheeks and poking his chest to tease him all this time.
â But ever since you asked him to play boyfriend, he's the one initiating skinship at the most unexpected moments. It's as if this fake dating arrangement has given him a free pass to do everything he usually holds back from.
â Now he holds your hand whenever you're walking together, idly plays with your hair strands when hanging out at your place, and ALWAYS makes sure his arms are around your waist or face nuzzling your neck in the presence of that strange guy.
â You may have been the one who requested him to do this but you aren't so sure about this whole thing anymore.
â A few weeks have passed but the guy is persistent. Now he's always trying to find you when he's sure Xavier won't be around.
â âIt's not working. We need to do something more convincing.â You say in a deflated tone. You and Xavier are standing in the hallway of your floor, having just returned from a mission.
â And that creep is lurking at the end of the floor by the elevator, waiting for Xavier to leave so he can ask you out yet again.
â Xavier tucks a hand under his chin, his nose scrunching in thought. âSomething more you say..â
â Then in the very next moment, he pushes you against your own apartment door, a hand coming to rest upon it to keep you in place; his other hand gently cradles your face, arching it slightly before he presses his lips against your own.
â Only a moment later he pulls away, then kisses you again. This time with more fervor than needed to fake it. And when he breaks the kiss again, his lips gravitate towards your neck.
â âXa..Xavier..?â You're stunned. You're not even sure how you are meant to react.
â Xavier pushes away from you slightly and turns his head, his gaze directed right at the strange man. âSheâs mine.â He asserts.
â The man is as shocked as you are and immediately runs away.
â Xavier looks back at you and flashes his usual soft smile. âThis should convince him enough.â
â Seriously!? Who cares about that guy anymore? Your heart is the most convinced that you may possibly be falling for Xavier.
RAFAYEL
đ âMiss Bodyguard, would you like to date me?â Rafayel asks one day out of the blue, and you are left feeling equal parts flustered and confused because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?
đ He enjoys watching you trying to act nonchalant when your fidgety movements and flushed cheeks clearly tell him otherwise.
đ Finally he explains how he has accumulated quite the fanbase, thanks to not just his art but his gorgeous looks. And now these same loving fans are becoming slightly toxic with how they stalk him around, making it impossible for him to even go out in peace. Aa such, he wants to promote you from the position of his bodyguard to fake girlfriend.
đ You don't like the sound of it. You can already smell trouble from afar but you know he'll keep pestering until you relent. So you agree to it in the end.
đ Only later you realise what you've actually gotten yourself into.
đ Rafayel is already kinda clingy by nature but now that you've agreed to his dating charade, he's fully taking advantage of it.
đ Everytime he drags you out to a public spot, he makes sure that the two of you hold hands. And rather than going to places that may inspire him for his paintings, he drags you to expensive fashion brands stores.
đ Even as you refuse to let him buy any of it, he makes you try on the outfits for hours, making you turn this way and that, asking you to pose in specific ways as he snaps numerous photographs (which he'll definitely use as reference for his portraits of you). And just when you think it's over with all the fancy clothes, he makes you try on footwear next.
đ He's also buying you all these gifts you never asked for. He's basically spoiling you with things you can't otherwise afford.
đ He's also posting a lot of cringe yet cutesy couple photos with you on his social media accounts.
đ And you may not admit it but you are beginning to enjoy being spoilt like this.
đ Weeks pass without you even realising. This arrangement is becoming more and more dangerous for your heart. Because lets be honest Rafayel may be enjoying playing around with you like this but the same can't be said for you. You know that if this goes on any longer, your heart is bound to make space for him.
đ âHow much longer do we need to keep this up?â You ask one day.
đ He merely winks at you. âJust a little longer.â
đ You try your best to keep your emotions in check. You just need to endure him and his charm for a little longer. Heck! You kill wanderers for a living so the matters of heart shouldn't be anymore difficult than that. Right? Right?
đ Oh how foolish you are.
đ It happens during a private gala Rafayel is invited to and of course as his âgirlfriendâ, you're supposed to go with him.
đ That, and the other reason being this crazy musician who will be there. Apparently she's been hitting on Rafayel for a while now, and your appearance may finally make her retreat.
đ So there, amidst the crowd of snobbish strangers, Rafayel asks you for a dance. And in the dim glow of the hall, paired with a slow, romantic tune, he feels closer than he is. And it happens..your resolve falters.
đ He wiggles a brow towards the corner of the room, and surely enough, you spot the aforementioned crazy musician. Indeed, she doesn't seem very happy with the way Rafayel has his arms around you.
đ And to deliberately spur her further, he lowers his head. His breath is ticklish along your skin as he whispers in your ear. âYouâve moved along quite well to my tune. You're a good dancer.â
đ For some reason, you don't like those words. Rafayel complimenting you so freely cannot be a good sign.
đ âJust endure a little longer, Miss Bodyguard. Tonight will be the last run of this charade.â
đ Then he tucks a lose strand of hair behind your ear and leans his face in, his lips gently brushing along yours before pressing harder.
đ The kiss is slow and lingering, just like the song being played. But it seems that the moment you begin to give in and truly relish it, the moment ends. He pulls away and smiles.
đ Yet you can't muster enough strength to smile back for its happened. Your resolve is broken. Your heart has already reserved the best spot for him. And you aren't ready to let go of this charade any time soon..
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Spencer's lap.
In which you grind against your boyfriend.
fem!reader, season 2 Spencer, +16.
tags: dry humping, a little bit of dirtytalk.
a/n: guys this is so bad I've never written smut before but i had this idea while rewatching season 2 and tried something, this must have a bunch of mistakes and it's not proofread at all, also if anyone wants to rewrite this better please message me lol.
You never thought you'd have to sit for a physics class ever again since you left high school, and here you are, a half hour into your boyfriend explaining very throughly to you how he can make a rocket with 'physics magic', he also made you swear you would never tell his tricks to anybody, 'cause a magician never shares his secrets, right?!
Except you didn't get sleepy like you did in high school, you never paid that much attention to physics since now, the way Spencer's smile explains every detail, the giggle he lets out as he rumbles about different facts of all the physics laws, you're amazed by how happy he is, how his brain is extraordinary.
Hearing his humbles is better than any music you could think of, and paired with the soft sound of the rain falling outside Spencer's place, you feel so cozy and safe.
You and Spencer have been together for a couple of months now, he is your first real boyfriend, both of you are inexperienced in every single part of being in a relationship, sometimes the feeling of love you feel towards him overwhelms you, almost leaving you out of breath, you can't believe how good it is to love somebody, how god it is to love Spencer.
"Wow, that one might be your best! Look how high it went" you said after his most recent "rocket" made its way to the ceiling, Spencer smiling so big and laughing, making you laugh as well.
"Did you see that? I think I've perfected my measurements it's so high!!" Spencer says with a high-pitched voice, too excited to contain himself.
"The only bad thing about this is that you have to clean this mess up" You make a sad face, looking at the place that has little bits of water splashed all over.
"Nah, it's fine! It'll dry out soon enough" he says pretending that he doesn't care about the mess, except he does.
"C'mon, I'll help you clean and make us some dinner after, ok?!" You get up from your side of the couch, and hold Spencer's hand, trying to pull him up.
"I don't wanna get up now, it can wait," He says seriously, you can almost believe him.
You try pushing him up again, but this time he pulls you against him, being more successful than you do you end up falling onto him, sitting on his lap facing him.
"I said it can wait, I can clean up later, ok? I wanna spend some time with you now." He said holding your waist and looking at you.
You've never been on his lap before, you guys make out now and then, but never in that suggestive of a position, and Spencer never makes the first move like that, you feel your stomach filling with butterflies.
"You look so good with your glasses on" You blurt it out looking at him, analyzing his face as he looks at you.
"Can I kiss you?" Spencer says, you don't need words to respond as you press your lips onto his, starting a gentle kiss.
You'll never get accustomed to kissing Spencer, his soft lips, he's so gentle almost like he's afraid you'll run away if he makes any sudden moves, little does he know you won't, you'd never run away from him you feel like you could never get enough from him.
The kiss was now way more intense, your tongue exploring his, his grip on your waist a lot tighter now, one of his hands let go of your waist and made its way to the back of your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Spencer's mouth, making his body shiver under you.
Your hips start slightly moving over Spencer's thigh, the light friction making you want more.
Spencer was breathing heavily, and you could also feel him growing against your leg, he pulled you harder against him, adjusting your cunt to be right on top of his cock, applying pressure to your hips, you moan again, and you could feel yourself get wetter by the second.
"Spence, wanna feel you." You say in between kisses, making him whimper and push you harder against him.
"Fuck" he swears under his breath, both of his hands going to the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing. "That okay?" he asks.
"Yes, please." You've never agreed to something so fast in your life, helping him take your pants away, after a few seconds of struggling you were back to kissing him like your life depended on it.
"C-can I take yours?" you whisper, almost scared to say it, he agrees by guiding your hand to his waistband, also helping you take his pants now, you were both only with underwear now, not even bothering to take your tops off, you went back to humping him, your thin underwear fabric soaked.
Spencer's shaky hands made their way onto your shirt, both of them massing your breasts, making noises come out of your mouth and the man under you groan.
"N-need more, Spence." You say grinding your hips harder against him, and bring your hands to his underwear pushing it down just enough so his cock is free.
You start to use your hands on him, slow up and down movements just enough so he can't even keep his eyes open.
"Want your pussy, please, wanna feel you" Spencer mumbles taking your hands off his cock, his hand going to your panties and ripping them out.
That made you gasp, making your pussy even more wet.
Spencer positioned you on his cock, which was resting on his stomach, you started moving your hips up and down, both of you moaning even louder now.
"You feel so warm, baby, you're so wet for me," He says, looking at where your bodies are rubbing against each other, he looks mesmerized by this sight, mouth slightly opened as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you shiver.
Spencer never dirty talked like that before, you could see the blush on his cheeks as he did, this new side of him making your mind blurry and a not start to form on your stomach.
"I'm so close," he says, biting his lips as you try to move even harder for him.
"N-eed more, please, your fingers," you say and he immediately knows what you mean, taking one of his hands out of your hips and bringing it to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit with ease, start moving it in circles making you let out a loud moan.
"Fuck" You let out, not able to keep your eyes open.
"Can you cum for me? Please baby wanna see your pretty face as you fuck yourself on me." Spencer says, that added with his movements in your clit make your mind fuzzy, you felt the heat on your stomach spread to your legs and your body starts to shake, releasing all the tension you were feeling.
"Oh, you're so pretty like that, so pretty when you cum for me," Spencer says, helping you ride out your climax, you were so sensitive by the recent orgasms but you started to move your hips harder and faster on Spencer's cock.
He bites his lips and you feel him grip your ass, his glasses were blurry and it was so hot that he didn't take him out.
He groaned when you felt his dick twit under you, you helped him through his orgasm, kissing him when you were both done, his hands when to your back caressing it, slowly moving up and down.
"That was so good" He whispers to you.
"A dirty talker, huh?! Who would've thought?" you joke, making him laugh.
"Most men are dirty talkers so it's not that uncommon" he rumbles.
He switched up to nerdy Spencer again, making you smile.
You spend a couple more minutes just talking before getting up, you make sure to point all that he must buy you a new pair of panties to pay for the one he ripped, he agrees, saying he would buy more than one because "you'll never know what might happen, right?"
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Patch Up
Older!Luke Castellan x fem!reader. 18+ drabble.
Request: What about luke x reader (whatever Godly parent) but the reader helps out in the medic Station so he gets a little cut while training so he can get stiched up by her, which leads into him fucking her in the small cabin telling her "be quite or do u want everyone to know how much you love my dick" or smth along does lines đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤
Warning: smut content, dominate behavior, trying not to get caught, rough style f*cking, slight degradation, small chocking.
Many times he found himself underneath your hands while you fixed him up after his mistakes in training. Youâd patch up every cut and bruise on his skin, even paper cuts he used to come and see you. He didnât need medication for any of his âinjuriesâ but who was he to deny his overbearing lust for you.
The first time the two of you hooked up was when you were wiping ďżźoff the healed cut of dried blood from his cheek. His eyes glued to your face as if it could leave his life forever if he looked away. The way you parted your lips to focus on him in every moment made him think about it in the dead of night. You had caught him staring making you get a shy grin and pull away from him. Luke ended up kissing you without hesitation, and one thing lead to another with you spreading out on the bed.
It never stopped after that. Heâd come in with a small wound, youâd take him in, heâd fuck you like a whore and then leave. Waiting until the next time.
However this time was different. The gash across his chest looked bad, needing a bit extra attention from you but he was alright with that. When you placed your hands on his bear skin it reminded him of each time youâd pant and claw at his chest or back. His cock became painfully hard watching you work you magic as your soft touch made his skin on fire.
And, like always heâd have you in his clutch within minutes of his seductive eyes.
Your pants pulled down to your ankles as his arms wrapped around your body pulling you back into him with every thrust. His cock pushing into your heat making you bite your lip to try and silence the sounds you were making, but hums and whimpers filled the room. His fingers dig into your skin making sure to leave his claim incase anyone else wanted to touch you.
âthatâa girl,â his husky voice spoke near your ear as the hairs stand up from his breath, âtaking my cock just like that, so easy every time.â his lips kissed behind your ear.
his noises werenât loud but still made your stomach clinch and tighten from his low groans and hard breaths. everything about him made your pussy drip.
âNo matter how many times I fuck you, you still canât stay quiet?â his hand inched up from your chest to the base of your neck to give it a light squeeze. The tip of his dick hitting far inside you when he slammed himself up making a slapping noise echo.
âMâsorry.â You mumbled as your eyes stayed shut from the pleasure within your core. He fucked you so good that you craved it from the moment you woke up, from the moment you went to sleep.
âI bet you wanna get caught with my cock inside you, donât you? Someone seeing how good you take me, how pretty your body bounces while I thrust inside.â it was hard to deny the fact that part of you was turned on at the thought of getting caught. but it was too embarrassing.
âI see that pout at your lips, that tells me you donât want it?â his foot moved and started a new pace. he leaned forward to start nibbling at your lower ear, âthen why does your cunt clinch when I say that, hmm?â
there was no fighting when your own body was telling the truth and he could read you like a picture book. every reaction your body made he knew about it.
âThatâs right baby, cry while I fuck you so good.â His hand went from your neck to your jaw and held it tightly making you whine.
âLet everyone know how much you love my cock.â
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I Put a Spell on You
Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt âHalloweenâ | wc: 1,213 | rated: M | cw: minor discussion of the consent and self-determination issues arising from love spells (which do not actually apply to what happens) | tags: attempted magic, halloween costumes, eddieâs self esteem issues, this turned out more humorous (or even cracky) than intended but i figure i was due for a light angst day, happy ending | title from the song by âScreaminâ Jayâ Hawkins (though I personally love the version by Creedence Clearwater Revival)
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Under any other circumstance, Eddie would be thrilled to have an amorous Steve Harrington in his arms, pressing him up against the side of his van and kissing him senseless. Honestly, there is still a part of him that thrills at the contact, but a far greater part of him is too guilty to enjoy the warmth of Steveâs mouth on his.
âSteve, wait,â he gasps between kisses, planting a hand on Steveâs chest to keep him at armâs length.
Steve frowns at him. Itâs a ridiculous look contrasted with the werewolf costume he had put together for that nightâs Halloween party, complete with hairy paw gloves and a repurposed fake beard glued onto the sides of his face to simulate overgrown sideburns. âToo much?â he asks with genuine concern.
It takes everything in Eddie not to flinch away from the scratchy fur when Steve raises a hand to cup his cheek. âNo, I justâ are you sure about this?â Heâs not sure what he means by this, exactly, but it definitely includes making out with another guy in full view of whoever is still wandering around Loch Nora at two in the morning. Especially when itâs the weekend before Halloween and theyâre dressed as a vampire and a werewolf.
âI really like you and if you feel the same, I wanna see what this can be,â Steve says firmly. âEspecially if you let me keep kissing you.â His lips are stained red, courtesy of the fake blood he picked up from Eddieâs mouth, and his cheeks are flushed from alcohol and the exertion of the past few minutes. Heâs almost beautiful enough to distract Eddie from his ethical dilemma, but not quite.
âI appreciate that, but did you feel that way before, like, Thursday evening?â
Steve lets go of his face. âThatâs a suspiciously specific question,â he observes through narrowed eyes.
âWhat do you mean?â Eddie keeps his eyes wide, trying to look innocent.
âEddie.â
It doesnât take much to make him crack, just a hint of disappointment on Steveâs wolfy face. âI, um.â He scrunches his face up as he searches for the words. âI might have cast a love spell on you?â
Steve, to his credit, doesnât immediately burst out laughing. Another worrying bit of evidence pointing to the spellâs success, maybe, but he mostly looks incredibly confused. âWhat are you talking about?â
âI found this book at the library,â Eddie confesses miserably. âAbout magic. And of course I didnât think it would actually work, but I had to try it, you know? For science or whatever. So I cast a love spell on you, and now youâre here,â Eddie waves a hand at him, âand youâre suddenly into me.â
Steveâs frown gets even deeper, if possible. âYou know how insane that sounds, right?â
Eddie really regrets slicking his hair back with gel to complete his fancy vampire look. The urge to fidget with it is especially strong right now. âYeah, obviously it doesnât make sense. Itâs magic.â
âItâs not real!â Steve exclaims, throwing his paws in the air in exasperation.
âSteve, look at the evidence here. Itâs Friday nightâ or Saturday morning, I guessâ and itâs the first time weâve seen each other since I did the spell on Thursday. You expect me to believe that you genuinely want to be my boyfriend and the timing of this was a coincidence? I mean, the odds are practically zero!â
Steve is blinking at him like heâs trying to understand a foreign language, but his smile is fond when he says, âI didnât do great in Stats, but Iâm pretty sure the fact that you just described exactly what happened makes the odds, like, a hundred percent.â
Thatâs not how probability works but Eddie isnât sure he can explain why while heâs tipsy and distraught, so he ignores that statement. âAnd it doesnât matter if you say you already wanted to be my boyfriend. The whole point of a love spell is that it makes you think youâre in love. Maybe thatâs a retroactive effect! Maybe if it worked, you would just think that youâve had a crush on me this whole time!â Eddie is sort of shouting by the end. Good thing Steveâs neighbors are so far away.
âEddie.â Oh god, Steveâs eyes are sad now. Heâs probably about to explain how this insane violation of his free will makes Eddie a shit person (which, yeah, heâs aware) or argue that he stole Steveâs chance to fall in love for real (also very hard to refute).
âIâm sorry, okay, it was supposed to just⌠do nothing. Thatâs why I knew I could test the book by doing this. Because if you showed any interest in me, which would never happen in a million years without magical intervention, it would be proof that the spell worked.â Eddie spreads out his arms as if to say ta-da! âAnd now here we are. I totally understand if the whole mind control aspect of this, like, ruins our friendship, âcause Iâm sure that would be a dealbreaker for meââ
Steve covers Eddieâs mouth with one of his giant furry gloves. âEddie. Iâm going to ask you something. It might be hard for you to answer, but I want you to try, okay?â He waits for Eddie to nod before removing his hand. He looks Eddie dead in the eye and calmly poses his question. âWhy do you think it would be impossible for me to like you of my own free will?â
âI mean, I guess itâs technically possible? Just super unlikely and even demonstrably false.â
Steve rests his paws on his hips. âI think you know what I mean.â
âSteve, stop trying to spin this into being okay! I know I fucked up but Iâll undo it as soon as I can. I owe you a huge apology.â
âNo,â Steve shakes his head, which makes his lupine sideburns rustle. âNo, thatâs actually the complete opposite of what Iâm trying to tell you here. I like you. Really! Youâre smart and fun, and I love how creative you are and how you want to help people and even how fucking self-sacrificing you are.â He puts his hands over the exaggerated shoulders of Eddieâs vampire cape. âThatâs all because of you, not some stupid spell.â
âOh.â All Eddie can do is stand there, hoping the tears in his eyes donât spill over and smear his makeup. âReally?â
Steve laughs. âIâve only been trying to ask you out since August!â
That makes Eddie snort, mostly at his own obliviousness. âGive me a break! I had just relearned how to walk in August, I was a little busy.â
âIf you need something to do that doesnât involve fake magic library books, I might be able to help,â Steve jokes with a crooked grin. âThat is, if itâs okay to kiss you again?â
âBlanket permission, as long as you forget this ever happened.â Eddie wraps his arms around Steveâs waist and pulls him close again.
âMm, I donât think so.â Steve tilts his head to kiss Eddie. Itâs not as frantic as it was earlier, now that Eddie isnât panicking about the moral implications of intimate activity under the influence of a love spell.
Somehow itâs even better.
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hi babes!!!, I saw your 1K follower event!! ( CONGRATS BTW!!! ), and I was wondering if I could get a fic based off of promise or bewitched by laufey for Theodore nott!!, I donât really care which song you pick I literally love them both sooooo much!!, I was also wondering if you could make reader like a sunshine personality!, you donât have too dew about it!!, only do it if you wanna!! <33, anyways thatâs it please and thank you!, once again congratulations!!!!đŤśđťđ¤,
( made this pink so it matches your theme! )
thank you sweetheart!!! for making it pink and everything and yes i love writing sunshine!readers and love love laufey,,, i went with bewitched bc promise makes me bawl my eyes out but here it is!!
youâve bewitched me | theodore nott
pairing: theodore nott x reader
genre: fluff, new relationships!!, domestic fluff, itâs so sweet your teeth will rot, reader is mentioned to be shorter than theo
part of my 1k celebration event !
Theodore Nott is well aware of magic and Wizardry alike, he knows of charms and potions like the back of his hand. He knows the effect it might have on a person, how long it can last, and how it tastes âtrust him on this, heâs had people slip love potions in his pumpkin juice countless of times before (he tried reaching out to the Professors for assistance but Snape only ended up putting students who looked at Theodore too weirdly into detention, didnât really work though, seeing as he got slipped another potion a week later).Â
But, since he knows it oh so well then why was he having the hardest time trying to come up with why he feels so drawn to you? Why he so incredibly desires you? And why does he miss you so much even when youâre still here, next to him, as youâre bidding him goodbye?Â
Youâre smiling at him, and itâs soft; itâs so sweet, youâre so sweet to him, it hurts his heart. He doesnât want to let you go, and neither do you. But itâs getting late, and he knows you have an early class tomorrow âso does he. Your hands are in his; the both of you standing in front of your common room.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow?â You say lowly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping painting. Youâre caring, and Theo loves it. Youâre good to the people around you, youâre good to him; and he wonders if youâve casted a spell on his heart and head to make him think so highly of you. âBreakfast?âÂ
âMhmm,â he hums first, nodding. âBreakfast,â he repeats after you, his hand not loosening its grip on yours. âIâll see you at breakfast.âÂ
âYou will,â you murmur. âOh! And before I forget,â you say, slipping off your (well, technically his) jacket of your shoulders. âThank you for this.âÂ
You nudge it over to him and Theodore doesnât make any move to take it. âKeep it,â he says, the position of the jacket is awkward âuncomfortable even, laying between your joint hands as it fell pathetically to the floor. Heâs not letting go of you anytime soon, and neither is he accepting his jacket back either. âIt looks better on you.âÂ
âBut itâs yours,â you tell him and heâs stubborn, still not accepting it, âand if I keep it then it wonât smell like you anymore.âÂ
He tries to think straight, to stand his ground on how the jacket is yours now; but when your reason is so so (whatâs the word?) endearing, how could he ever say no to you?Â
So he finally lets go of your hand, picking the jacket up and tossing it over his shoulder as he hopes that you donât notice just how badly heâs falling for you, how heâs practically falling apart as he stands before you right then and there.Â
And when you smile at him, even brighter this time, with you going on your tippy toes as you did so. âGoodnight, Theo,â you say first, then you kissed him, so quick and so chaste that he barely get to savor you before pulling away. And when you tell him: âI promise to dream of you.âÂ
He canât help but press his lips back onto yours, one, two, three, more times before finally letting you go.Â
Itâs when he watches you leave when he finally understands why he feels so completely drawn to you. Youâve bewitched him; through and through, and he could only hope that your curse will not wear off anytime soon.Â
â from bee: theodore nott makes me SICK to stomach,,, i want him so bad
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TAEHYUN - MAGIC TRICK
Warnings: smut, fingering, sub fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight size kink
Taehyun was already mesmerizing enough, simply because of the way he carried himself. Even without mentioning his perfectly crafted face, his elegant features, or the way his hair sprawled across his face each time it moved when it wasn't gelled out of the way. The way his eyes sparkled as they looked into yours even though you were both just friends, the way they looked like they were only meant to look into yours.
You and Taehyun had met each other as kids when your mom had forgotten to pick you up at school, and as tears rolled down your face, he was the only one to wipe them away despite being just as young as you. He always seemed to just know the right things to say, and growing up whenever you felt any emotion, he stuck by you and chose to make you feel better regardless of how you felt. As he grew older, his features matured, and you couldn't help but accept that what the things you felt towards him weren't as simple as platonic emotions. Was it something more? No, it couldn't be, right?
As you walked underneath the multicolored sky, with grey clouds shrouding the setting sun. You figured it would rain, and your house was farther than Taehyun's from the cafĂŠ you worked at. So here you found yourself once more, at the doorstep of his house. However, it started raining long before you could reach there and you ended up soaking wet as you rang the doorbell. Even though the both of you grew older, you couldn't help but want him beside you. As the lightning strikes behind you, Taehyun opens the door.
"Hey y/n, please come in! I was going to call you over, are you okay? Why are you standing outside in this storm?" said Taehyun with concern. But in your head, all you could think is how he looked at you with his sparkly eyes again. No! Don't look at me with those eyes...
"Hey...I just wanted to stop by, but it started storming before I could get here. I'm sorry for showing up randomly." You frowned and spoke with a slight pout on your face.
"Well, you gonna come in or not?" Taehyun smiled at you, wrapping his beautiful fingers around your wrist and his other around your waist. You could feel the contrast of his warm touch through your now cold and wet clothes. Of course, he was wearing one of those tight black compression tees with no sleeves. You could see each and every single vein of his. You could see his muscles bulging each time he swayed his arm while leading you in. You wondered what else he could do with those hands of his....
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Ever since the day he saw you crying at school, he never wanted you to shed another tear. He never wanted a sad expression to cover your delicate eyes that blinked a little too much when they were confused or tearing up, he never wanted your lips to shake when those very tears fell, or even the corners to droop a little. After Taehyun wrapped you in a towel and led you to his room to give you some of his spare clothes to wear, which were already oversized on him, so they fit you even looser. Taehyun couldn't explain how that made him feel. He wanted to take care of you, but a part of him wanted to ruin you. He wanted to ruin you so that no one else could have you. Just him, you'd be just his forever, but he's too scared to mess up what he has already.
"Y/n, why don't you come here? You wanna drink a little bit to warm up from how chilly it's gotten outside? Plus, we can loosen up a little and just relax. You can even sleep over since the storm probably won't subside till tomorrow morning. I have magic tricks to show you!" said Taehyun enthusiastically. "Sure Tyun, I'm up for it if you are." You say as you show him the sweetest smile. He poured both you and him a shot each, and you decided to quickly go sit on the couch he was on.
As you downed the shot and plopped down onto the couch next to him. You could see a bunch of different things laid out on his coffee table, ranging from a stack of cards to small items like a coin. "What's all this for Tyun? Learning more magic tricks?" You questioned. Inside your head, you questioned if he could make your complicated feelings for him disappear instead of any of the objects. "Yeah y/n! There's some really cool ones I have to show you." said Taehyun. When he told you that he had new tricks to show you, you didn't think it would involve so many lingering touches. You were burning up, and unfortunately, Taehyun caught onto it as usual.
You usually did tend to get hot after a shot, which was originally the reason why the both of you took a shot together. But, now you felt your blood rushing to your core because Taehyun and you were both tipsy, and you knew how clingy he got after drinking a little bit. This is exactly how you got to the position of him hovering above you on the couch as you laid down, as he pulled out yet another coin from behind your ear as you looked for where it disappeared to. "Tyun, can you show me how to do a trick?" You knew that curiosity killed the cat, so why did you ask the question you just did?
Taehyun smirked. Why is he smirking? You were going to explode, and you swore this man would be the death of you. "You know a magician never reveals his tricks....but this time I'll show you exactly how to do it." said Taehyun as he moved his face just centimeters away from yours, a hint of mischief in his voiceâhe continued on to say, "but you have to sit back and really relax, ok y/n? You can tell me to stop any time you want. We don't even have to do this if you don't want to."
His eyes sparkled just as much they did each time he looked at you, and you could see he meant every word he was saying. "Tyun, you know I trust you with my life, right?" Your eyes reflected his as you looked into them with just as much admiration as he did. You wanted to tell him you love him horribly in this moment, but something held you back. What if he didn't want you in that way? What ifâ
Suddenly, you felt his warm hand on your cheek as he pulled you into a searing, passionate, and long kiss. You felt every emotion of his, every second that he longed for you, you felt every ounce of love that he held back all these years. Everything was poured into that one kiss. You tasted the shot on his lips, but you didn't want to pull away. Your feelings for him washed over you in the most dramatic waves, and you kept kissing him until you felt each atom of oxygen leave your lungs. "Tyun, I love you. Please..."
You were so needy that you could only squeeze your thighs together and whimper. "I love you more, darling. You wanna know what my magic trick is, baby? I can make my fingers disappear." said Taehyun with that smirk of his plastered onto his perfect face once again. "W- what do you mean Tyun? Please don't tease me." You blushed and hid your face to the side of the sofa, but Taehyun just put his hand on your jaw and made you look at him.
"Baby, to learn the trick, you're going to have to watch me, right?" said Taehyun. You could have came just from him being so suggestive with you. You couldn't take him being on top of you like this any longer if he didn't do anything. He made quick work of your top and bottoms and slipped your panties off of your legs slowly. "You're so beautiful for me, all for me....only for me y/n." Taehyun breathed out in a whisper.
A moan escapes your lips as soon as you see his lips latch on to your clit, he licks a stripe up your cunt and proceeds to keep eye contact just so he can make sure you're watching how dirty he's being. "T- Tyun! Mmmhâ" you whimpered pathetically, and Taehyun moaned out simply because of how beautiful you sounded as you dripped onto his faux leather couch. "Baby, I'm going to show you the main part of the trick, keep watching closely okay? You're doing amazing. You'll be great at this trick darling."
He took his ring and middle finger and played around with your slick until they coated his long and slender fingers, and he slowly slipped into you inch by inch. "Tyuuun! I can'tâ's too much!" You moaned out and and teared up, it's not that it hurt, but it's that it felt too good that you felt like you'd lose your mind.
"Baby, you can take it. Take your time, I'm right here." said Taehyun as he brought his face back up to you, placed the hand gripping your hips on to your cheek, and left another long kiss with his plush and swollen lips onto yours. You tasted yourself on him, and you felt even more intoxicated and dizzy than you did after getting tipsy from that shot. "a- ahhh please Tyun...please move. Do something, please!" You begged him. After all, he couldn't ever reject a request from his princess. "At your command, darling" Taehyun said in a raspy manner.
Taehyun managed to brush against your most sensitive spot each time he moved his fingers, and it felt so good that it didn't even take him many strokes until you were screaming his name. "Tyun!! Please, I- I mmmhâ cumming!!!" You mewled as tears rolled down your pretty face. Taehyun looked up at you like you were his world as you came down from your high, because you were his world.
"Told you I'd make my fingers disappear baby, think you can show me if you can make something else disappear next?" Taehyun whispered into your ear, as he proceeded to leave marks onto your neck.
The only thing he couldn't make disappear even if he could.
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It Hurts Me
pairing: Theodore Nott x female!reader
summary: In which youâre dating Adrian Pucey but your relationship is anything but healthy. Theo wishes you could see whatâs right in front of you - songs: It Hurts Me by Elvis Presley and He Could Never Love You by Henry Morris and Playyar
Warnings: toxic and abusive relationships
- Iâm sosososo sorry it has taken me so long to post. Iâve just been pretty lazy recently but Iâm back(kinda)!! Also, implied Gryffindor reader but I donât think I ever specified what house sheâs in.
~~~
Theo was sitting at the Slytherin table for dinner. His friends chatting around him as he ate his mashed potatoes.
âIt was completely unfair!â Complained Enzo, explaining how the red card call against him in the most recent quidditch match was uncalled for.
âEnzo, you grabbed Rais by the neck and threw him off his broom. It was completely fair.â Says Daphne, causing Enzo to roll his eyes and focus on his plate of food.
âLook,â says Pansy, elbowing Daphne lightly to get her attention. âTheyâve been fighting again.â She says.
Theo follows their gaze, and sees you entering the Great Hall. Your eyes are bloodshot red and puffy. Mascara running slightly beneath your eyes. Theo clenches his fists at the sight of you. He canât believe your still with that git Adrian Pucey.
âWhat do you think it was about this time?â Theo asks, still looking at you as you make your way over to the Gryffindor table.
âI heard them in the hallway earlier. Something about her school uniform.â Says Draco in between bites of food.
âWhat?! Heâs angry about her goddamn school uniform?â Theo proclaims, astonished at how idiotic your stupid boyfriend is.
âYeah, itâs too tight or something.â Draco explains.
Theoâs about to say something else, when Adrian walks into the dining hall.
His hair is messy, and his face is stoic yet his eyes are still furious. Every time Theo sees him he wonders how a girl as sweet and perfect as you could be in a relationship with a git like him.
âHow long have they been together?â Mattheo asks, more quietly this time.
âAbout 6 months, I think.â Says Pansy.
Theo pushes his plate away, his appetite gone from thinking too much about you with someone else.
âIâm going to bed.â He says, getting up and leaving before anyone can ask any questions.
~~~
âY/n, I seriously donât understand why youâre still with him.â Hermione states, as you walk back to the common room.
âItâs complicated Hermione. Heâs so good to me sometimes.â You explain.
âWell you should be with someone whoâs good to you all the time.â She says, as you enter the common room.
âHeâs just jealous sometimes. Itâs not like heâs ever laid a hand on me or anything.â You state.
âRight, but itâs only a matter of time before it gets worse.â
âHermione, please. I understand your looking out for me but please, just stay out of it.â You say, as you walk quickly up to your dorm, leaving Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
âBoyfriend problems again?â Ron asks.
âLike always.â Responds Hermione, plopping down on the couch.
~~~
âHi Theo.â You say happily, as you see him in the hallway on your way out of the bathroom.
âHi y/n, what class are you in right now?â He asks. Since classes were in session, the hallways were empty except for the two of you.
âHistory of Magic and Iâm bored to insanity.â You say with a giggle, and Theo responds with a chuckle.
âWanna skip?â
You give him a look, thinking of all the possibilities, but you quickly give in. How could you ever say no to Theodore Nott?
âTake me away.â You say. Theo gives a small surprised look, too quick for you to realize what it meant. In reality, he hadnât truly expected you to say yes, considering that Adrian had forced you to block contact with just about every boy at Hogwarts. Your slight confusion slips away as Theo grabs your hand, and you giggle as he starts dragging you out of the building.
~~~
He takes you to the Black Lake, and he sets his things down by a tree as you try to catch your breath.
âMerlin, y/n, I need to take you on more runs if your panting after that.â He says jokingly.
You slap him lightly on the shoulder as you say, âNo, youâre just absurdly tall! One of your steps is like 5 of mine.â
âSorry, principessa, I guess I didnât take that into consideration.â He says, laughing slightly at your demeanor.
âOk, Mr. Cocky, wrap it up.â You say, smiling, as you go sit down by the tree.
Theo and you had been close friends since 2nd year, but you started to lose touch with him, (as well as practically all your guy friends) since you started dating Adrian. You missed moments like these and cherished them the little times you got them.
You began to get out your homework as Theo was walking towards the tree.
âOh absolutely not.â He states, coming nearer.m
âWhat?â You ask, confused.
âYou are not about to do homework right now. You might as well have stayed in class.â He states, grabbing your textbooks.
âOk, ok, fine. Just put my books down and then Iâll do whatever you want to do.â You say, getting up for, your sitting position.
âAnything?â He says, a smirk on his lips as he sets your books down.
You playfully roll your eyes, âalmost anything.â You clarify.
âGet in the lake with me.â He says.
âBut itâs cold!â You protest.
He gives you a look, and as you stare into his eyes you canât help but say yes to whatever he says.
âWell, letâs go then!â You say as you run towards the water, taking off your clothes.
Theo laughs as he runs behind you, both of your clothes sprawled out on the ground like a trail leading to the water, leaving you both in your underwear.
You get to the dock first, but before you get a moment to readjust yourself, Theo comes running behind you, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him into the water.
You let out a yelp before plunging into the frigid water.
âMerlin itâs cold.â Theo says, as you two reach the surface again.
âWhat did you expect idiot. Itâs the middle of February.â
âWhat did you just call me?â Theo says jokingly, grabbing you by the waist again to take you down under.
âNo, please! Have mercy!â You says, jokingly before being engulfed in cold water. Your body and Theoâs wrapped tightly together.
You realize that this is the first time in months that youâve felt truly free. Nothing but happiness in your head, not even a hint of fear. Itâs something you havenât experienced since youâve been dating Adrian. In this small moment where youâre deep in these black waters, you realize that Theo is the only one who has shown you that since youâve been with Adrian.
You feel yourself getting pulled up and your head breaks through the surface again.
âRace you to the dock!â Theo calls out, swimming quickly towards the shore.
âWait! Thatâs so unfair!â You call out before swimming after him.
The sounds of your laughter mix together, and quickly you forget everything thatâs ever pained you - especially Adrian.
Quickly you reach the dock, Theo already climbing onto it.
âBeat you bella.â Theo says, a large smile on his face.
âYeah, only because you cheated.â You say, rolling your eyes playfully.
âAw câmon, just admit that youâre too slow for me.â He chuckling.
âOver my dead body. Now help me up, Nott.â
âYes maâam.â He says, reaching down to give you his hand and lifting you up quickly as if you weighed no more that 5 pounds.
âItâs freezing.â You say, walking towards your bags.
âGood thing I have a sweatshirt.â Theo says, handing it to you as reach the tree.
You conduct a quick drying spell on the both of you and you two began redressing, you slip Theoâs sweatshirt over your uniform.
You two sit down, chatting and laughing. You realize how long itâs been since youâve really talked to Theo, and how much youâve missed it.
âThatâs why.â Theo ends his story, explaining why Mattheo and him put hair dye in Dracoâs shampoo. You laugh heavily at the story.
Theo opens his mouth to add something else before heâs quickly cut off by another voice. You feel your body tense up as you recognize it.
âWell what the fuck do we have here?â Adrian calls out as he walks over to you.
You quickly look between Theo and Adrian, your voice leaving you for a second.
âHi baby. We were just-â
âDrop it y/n. I donât give a fuck what you were doing. What I want to know is why youâre hanging out with this brown haired bloke.â
After this comment, Theo quickly gets up, standing to his full 6â3 height.
âTheo stop.â You whisper, grabbing his arm and getting up.
âDonât fucking touch him y/n. I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from him.â Adrian says, his temper rising.
âI-â Theo begins, but you cut him off.
âYouâre right A, Iâm sorry. It wonât happen again.â You say, making yourself small and holding your head down.
âWhat? No-â Theo starts again, before Adrian cuts him off.
âLetâs get out of here. Now!â He says, as he takes your hand and drags you away, leaving Theo speechless.
~~~
âI canât take it anymore.â Theo says, back in the Slytherin common room. He had stood outside in shock for about 10 minutes before heading inside. He had always known Adrian was a shitty boyfriend, but he had never really seen you two interact. He had told the story to his friends and now they were all sitting around the fire pit discussing.
âI never realized it was that serious.â Said Enzo, looking severely concerned.
âI just donât understand why sheâs still with him. He doesnât love her. He never has and he never fucking will. Heâs a goddamn psycho.â Theo says, rage seeping out of him.
âItâs horrible.â Pansy says.
âIt hurts me to see him treat her the way that he does. And the worst part is that I know heâll never let her go, cause thatâs just the kind of git that he is. I just wished she could see that heâs never going to change.â Theo says, full of anger and despair.
âAnd everyone knows. I mean the whole school is saying how dim witted she is to keep believing his lies.â Daphne says.
âI just wish she could pay attention to the ones who would treat her right.â Theo says, before getting up, saying a quick goodnight, and heading to bed. Although, he didnât sleep all night, how could he? Knowing that you were still with Adrian and he could probably never have you.
~~~
âCan you hurry up? I want to get there before the good stuff runs out.â Calls out Mattheo, trying to gather the group to get to the Ravenclaw party on time.
âMerlin, weâre coming.â Says Pansy, annoyed at Mattheoâs whining.
Theo, Pansy, and Daphne make their way down to the rest of the group, and they start heading to the party soon after.
~~~
âYouâre disgusting mate.â Theo says, as Mattheo downs a concoction given to him by Draco.
âIâm not weak, thatâs what.â Mattheo says, causing Theo to chuckle at his stupidity.
Suddenly, he sees you walk into the Ravenclaw common room. You look beautiful in a black babydoll dress and your hair loosely curled. He stares at you in awe as you make your way around the partyâŚ.. behind your stupid boyfriend.
âIâll be right back.â Theo says to his friends, walking away before they can question him.
He maneuvers around the people quickly, reaching you in a matter of seconds. He taps you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around and stare up at him.
âHey.â You squeak out, your eyes switching from looking at his to darting around the room quickly.
Theoâs about to say something before he notices something strange about your face. Your lip has a cut on the upper lip, and hidden away by quickly applied concealer your right eye appears to be an arrange of blues, greens, purples, and yellows.
Theo stares in shock, hoping heâs just being dramatic.
âWhatâre you-â Adrian starts, noticing that you werenât behind him anymore before he quickly sees the pair of you.
âGoddamn it, do you have no one else to bother, Nott?â Adrian says, going to reach for your arm.
Theo quickly decides heâs not going to let him take you away this time.
âYou do that to her face?â Theo asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.
Adrian laughs, as he looks to you. âGot to show her her place, yâknow?â Adrian says chuckling.
Suddenly, you see Theoâs eyes darken, darken to a point youâve never seen them get to before. The cup in his hand is crushed by his clenching fists, and his tongue is poking the inside of his cheek as he lets out a low chuckle. Quickly, before you can ďżźregister whatâs happening, Theo sends a punch directly into Adrianâs nose.
âWhat the fuck?â Adrian says, cupping his nose quickly before blood seeps all over the floor.
Before even Adrian can register what happened, Theo lands another punch, and another, and another.
Soon, Theoâs on top of Adrian, punching him ruthlessly.
Adrian is attempting to fight back but Theoâs too quick and Adrian is slowly losing consciousness. A ring has formed around the pair of them, some people attempting to break them before, 1) realizing itâs no use because Theo has absolutely no intention of stopping any time soon, or 2) the Slytherin boys stop them from grabbing Theo, because theyâre enjoying the show. And on top of that, too many people are too scared of Theo to even try to intervene.
You stand back, shock stopping you from doing anything.
âOk thatâs enough.â Draco says, seeing Adrian on the ground in and out of consciousness, bruised and bloody.
âHelp me you gits.â Draco calls out to the rest of the Slytherin boys.
They get Theo off of Adrian after a few seconds, and Adrianâs friends quickly pull him off of the ground and take him away.
âYou touch her again and Iâll rip your fucking liver out next time, Pucey.â Theo calls out, shaking off his friends who are holding him back.
You continue to stand in your original position, mouth slightly agape as you look at Theo. No oneâs ever really protected you like that.
âTheo.â You say as you walk up to him slowly.
Theo just stares at you, a softness in his eyes that wasnât there seconds ago causes your knees to become shaky.
âI- thank you.â You say, before hugging him.
Theo quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. You begin to lightly cry into his chest, repeating your thanks over and over.
âHey, hey, you donât have to thank me.â Theo says, pulling you away so he can see your face, his large hands wiping away your tears.
âI just, I was so scared, all the time.â You explain.
Theoâs heart melts, and he carefully decides his next few words.
âYou wonât ever have to be scared with me. If youâll let me.â He says tenderly.
You smile, not believing that the Theodore Nott is asking you to be his.
âHow could I not let you love me?â You say, before kissing him sweetly.
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Fictober Day 5: Back Scratches
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Prompt: Back scratches (đź)
Summary: Matt needs some comfort after a long work day.
Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship. Slight angst.
Word Count: 901
A/n: Another day, another Fluff Day in Fictober! The angst mentioned above is very minor, and it's just Matt's inability to take comfort.
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The door unlocks to Mattâs heavy footsteps. His dress shoes drag over the floorboards, accompanied by a heavy breath from his lips. Heâs finally home. Home with you.
You can tell almost instantly that he must have had a rough day. He texted you earlier, telling you to have dinner without him. He and Foggy spent the whole day working on the opening statement for their next big case, and it ran just a little longer than he expected. You would never hold it against him; heâs doing something good for yet another innocent person. So, you had dinner by yourself, putting away the leftovers for him to heat up once he got home.
Though as soon as Matt steps through the door, dinner is the last thing on his mind. Heâs tired, his bones are aching, and all he needs is you. He missed you so terribly Foggy teased him about it all evening. âYouâre so whipped, dude,â heâd said. There was no use denying it, anyway.Â
His body yearns for you. The scent of you pulls him through the hallway and toward the couch. Your heartbeat is steady, unbothered. It sounds like home.
âHey,â you greet him softly, looking up from your book.Â
There is a deep crease between his brows, his hazel eyes glistening in the dim ceiling light. He clumsily feels around for the edge of the couch until he finally finds it. You know how he gets; his senses may be impossibly heightened, but when heâs tired and desperate and he just needs you, he gets disoriented. His brain canât catch up with his body fast enough, every thought lulled into a dark gray fog.Â
You sit up straighter. âHow was work?âÂ
His lips twitch. âLong,â is all he says.Â
âYeah?â
Matt hums, lowering himself down next to you.Â
âDid you get anywhere, at least?â you ask.
âYeah,â he says. âBut Iâ I donât wanna talk about work. I justâŚâ
A moment of silent contemplation follows. Heâs fighting with himself. Should he take what he wants? Should he ask? Or should he just stay silent?
When it comes to accepting love, Matt struggles. He gives everything to those he cares about, and he would risk anything for you, but he doesnât know how to ask for any of it back. He doesnât want to.
What if itâs too much? What if what he wants comes off as too overbearing? And what if he doesnât deserve the kind of love you are so eager to give him? Those thoughts have always been there, hiding, but you see right through him.Â
You open your arms. âCâmere,â you murmur.
Matt ruffles his hair, listening for the honesty in your heartbeat before he slowly, slowly, sinks into you. Heâs almost carefulâno, heâs hesitant as he rests his head on your chest, right above your heart.Â
âStop overthinking.â You wrap your arms around him. âItâs okay. Just⌠let me hold you, baby.â
A strangled grunt escapes him. Baby. He loves it when you call him that.
Your nails run down his back, over his dress shirt. Heâs not itchy, not at all, but it feels good when you do it. His muscles melt like ice cream under your very touch. It doesnât matter that he doesnât understand why the drag of your fingernails works like a magic potion of tranquility to his senses, or why when he lays like this, the rhythmic beating of your heart is all he suddenly seems about to hearânone of that matters because you already consume his every waking thought.Â
One of your hands tugs the shirt out of his pants, and then it slips underneath. His skin is hot. You trace every little mole along the path up his spine, every last crack, scar, and imperfection that makes him who he is. He is so beautiful.Â
Matt melts a little more, nuzzling his nose between your breasts. If he could, he would let you swallow him. He would let you consume him and live inside you until the end of his days.Â
Your chest rumbles with a soft chuckle. âComfortable?â you ask.
He gives a satisfied hum.Â
Your fingernails start moving again, from his shoulders to his lower back. You paint galaxies on his milky skin. Seconds turn into minutes, yet they feel like hours as you lie there on the couch.Â
Maybe one of these days, he will finally accept that he deserves to be taken care of.Â
Maybe one of these days he will learn to take what he needs without a sliver of hesitation, without a sliver of doubt that he even deserves it.Â
Maybe one of these days he will let you love him the way he loves you, unconditionally and with your whole heart.Â
In an ideal world, Matt would have never gotten hurt. He would have never had to learn how to be alone. He would never have had to experience the pain of loss at such a young age. In an ideal world, he would have been okay from the start.
You canât fix whatâs already broken, but you can take care of him now, make him feel loved now, even if it takes some time to teach him that he does deserve itâand as he falls asleep in your arms with a breathy, âI love you,â you vow to do so until death do you part.Â
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just you wait sunshine.
pairing: (sebastian vettel x driver! reader)
summary: sebastianâs retirement has led him to reminisce his past life and mistakes, including you. little does he know, the universe is about to give him a second chance via a small bookstore in switzerland.
note: this went on WAYYY longer than i wanted it to be and it didnât really go the direction i wanted either, but we move
content warning: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, more sebastian centric than reader centric tbh (sorry i just love him so much)
word count: 3.7k
Retirement had been good to Sebastian.
Heâd finally been able to spend time in his farm house, plant some trees, grow a garden, and along with all that, still have time to drive cars whenever an event needed him to. It was like his entire life schedule magically cleared up in front of him.
He missed racing of course, he wonât pretend that he didnât. After all, he spent 15 years in the sport, it was his pride and joy for quite a long time. But that time of his life is over, heâs accepted that. He wanted to enjoy the other things in life instead, be able to see and experience things that the busy life of being a driver didnât let him experience.
Sitting on a chair in his porch watching the sun set, he reflects on what he could have done differently. Who he could have treated differently. And when only one name enters his mind, the same one thatâs haunted him for the past 5 years, he sighs reluctantly and heads back inside to prepare his dinner.
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2012
âWhat do you wanna do when you grow up?â
The question takes you by surprise as you take another swig of your beer. The moon shone brightly on the porch of whatever airbnb your team had set you up at, and the stars were sparkling like they had never before.
âWhat kind of question is that, Sebby?â you giggle. âIsnât this what weâre gonna do for eternity? Racing?â
Sebastian shrugs, looking up at the sky on his foldable chair that you had brought on the trip. âYeah but after that, you know? Iâve always thought about what my life will be like after retirement.â
âOkay old man, because youâre sooo close to retiring,â you tease. He gives you a playful light shove for that, smiling as he does. The air feels freer and lighter than it ever has before.
âBut seriously,â Sebastian chuckled. âHave you ever thought about it?â
You ponder for a second before replying, âNo, not really. I mean my careerâs just starting, I havenât really thought about the end. But when I do retire, I think Iâd like to be a writer.â
âLike those egotistical types to make a biographical book about themselves?â Sebastian asks, earning a laugh from you. The sound made him feel things that heâd only ever felt before with you.
âGod no,â you laugh out. âI donât wanna be like those old blokes who get obsessed with themselves after they retire. I just wanna write fictional books, maybe under a pen name. Just a simple life; me, my theoretical dog, and my theoretical book.â
Sebastian nods with an understanding look in his eye. He wants that life too. A simple one, away from the public. Even now at his young age, the paparazzis and press were getting annoying quickly.
âI want to live in a house far away from the city,â he says. âMaybe the suburbsâ no thatâs too nearâŚa farm! Iâll live in a farmhouse.â
You smile at the thought of Sebastian Vettel, two time Formula 1 world champion, just lounging about in a farm tending to his animals and crops.
âWouldnât it get boring? Or lonely? Milking your cows alone?â
He answers you with no delay, âWell Iâd want you to be with me of course.â
You thanked whatever higher power was listening at that time that he couldnât see how your blush formed over the darkness of the night. Regaining your sense of self, you reply, âWhat makes you think Iâd want to go with you?â
âWouldnât you?â he asks genuinely. âYou could write your books inside while IâŚI donât know what type of farm Iâll make, exactly. But Iâll be tending to that and you can write your books with your theoretical dog.â
âItâll be our theoretical dog, then.â
Sebastian replied with a soft smile, âOurs, then.â
â
He had settled on bees. Having a bee farmhouse. It wasnât easy work, it was definitely more complicated than milking a cow like you had said, but it made him happy, and it made him content.
Well, as content as he could be.
You had your first kiss that night, Sebastian recalled. He remembers because even though you didnât think it, he could see the red blush dusted lightly on your cheeks, a sign he made the right choice leaning in and making his move.
Preparing his dinner for one in his cozy yet lonely farm house, he realizes he could have had this all with you. If he had just been more kind and if you had forgiven him, you could have had all of this together. A life that both of you had always wanted.
â
2018
âSebastian, Iâm not asking you to retire or something, Iâm just asking you to take a break, please,â you beg. He remembers your exasperated voice as clear as day.
âI canât take a break, Y/N, you don't understand. If I donât get at least podium in this race, that's it, my career is basically over.â
Scoffing, you replied, âYour career isnât over just like that, youâve still got another year with Ferrari for christâs sake.â
âYou wouldnât get it,â he mumbled, opting to turn away from you and put on his racing gear instead.
Heâd been distant the whole season, the tension between the two of you increasing and increasing that finally it just snapped this race weekend. Heâd been icing you out, acting like you didnât exist because he was âpracticing for the races ahead.â
At first you understood, you were a driver too. You recognized the difficulty of always losing race after race, how after a while it took a toll on your mental wellbeing. So you gave him space.
Then, when that didnât work, you tried reaching out, helping him. It was the worst mistake of your life. Every time you tried to talk to him, to ask him what was wrong so you could help, he kept pushing you further and further away, acting like you were getting in the way of his work, sometimes even getting angry.
That went on for the whole season, until finally today, on qualifying morning, you snapped and demanded he talk to you.
âWhat the hell do you mean âI wouldnât get itâ? I have the exact same job as you,â you accused. Youâd been patient for months and his vagueness was starting to get on your nerves.
Whipping his head around angrily to face you he replied, âYou donât have to reach the same standard as I do. I have to constantly prove Iâm the best, and you constantly prove to be a midfielder.â
Oh.
Oh.
That was a low blow, even Sebastian knew that. Your relationship had been teetering on the edge for the past year, but this was a make or break moment, and he knew exactly which one of the two it was going to be.
âSo itâs like that,â you decided with a tone of finality. Sebastian wanted to ask for your forgiveness right then and there, to apologize, to make up for the last few months of being an asshole, to beg you not to throw away your years together just like that.
But he knew he was in the wrong, and he was too stubborn and egotistical to apologize.
Sensing the silence from him, you nod with teary eyes you tried so desperately to stop from flowing freely. Sebastian wanted nothing more to wipe them away, to hold you in his arms, but he never could do it.
âThis is how you want it to end?â You asked him. It was a genuine question. You were giving him one last choice, one last chance to make up for how heâd been treating you the past year.
He stayed silent.
âEnjoy your fucking career, Vettel.â
â
He won that race. It was his first win of the season, but he felt like he had lost the championship itself as he stood on that podium, eyes looking for you in the crowd like he usually did, finding you absolutely nowhere.
After your argument he tried to talk to you in the paddocks but you constantly avoided him, the act not being hard when he wasnât allowed inside your teamâs hospitality building nor paddock. That fight was the last sensible conversation with each other you ever had.
You retired the year after that. You moved out quietly from your shared home, and he heard you stayed with Jenson for quite a while. He couldnât blame you, Jenson had always been kind to youâ Sebastian had no place to be jealous.
Hearing the beeping of his oven, Sebastian snaps out of his trip down memory lane to grab his dinner. It was a tray of lasagna, one he was sure he would be eating again tomorrow lunch because of the size of it.
He thinks about how he wouldnât have to place the excess in a container for tomorrow if he just had someone to share it with. If he could share it with you.
Going through his grocery list at 10 in the morning, Sebastian notices a new store out of the corner of his eye. Heâs been to this street countless times to do his grocery down the roadâ they had a brand of milk that no other nearby grocery hadâ but he had never seen that store before.
It was a bookshop. A small one compared to the large shops that surrounded it, but it stood out enough to be noticed yet cozy enough to feel inviting. It was a cold morning in Switzerland, and the heater inside just invited him further in until he found himself standing at the doorway, taking in the smell of books and the absolutely gorgeous decor.
He will admit, he hasnât seen a bookshop like this in quite a while. The second he stepped foot inside he felt the love radiate through it, as if he knew the owner personally and how they had a passion for their store.
All Sebastian could think about, however, was how much you would love this. How you would adore running your fingers through the spine of a second hand book, or how you would pick a fresh new one for him to read and he would do the same for you, just like you both did back then.
He wonât pretend that he never looked for your book when you retired. He knew you werenât joking about publishing one, he just didnât know what pen name you chose so he never could find it.
âLooking for something specific?â A voice makes him turn his head around to see the woman behind the register looking at him inquisitively. He realizes that he was just standing in an aisle not really reading or picking up a book.
Sebastian shakes his head, âNot really, just browsing. I was thinking about how a friend of mine would have liked to see this store, itâs right up their alley.â
âWhy donât you invite them then?â A different voice speaks.
âŚIt canât be.
That voice.
That voice.
No, he was hallucinating, dreaming maybe. Yes, this was a dream. That would be the only explanation why from behind him he heard a voice he missed so dreadfully, one he tried imagining talk to him again some nights, one he watched old videos for, one heâ
âSebastian?â
It was you. He would recognize your voice anywhere. He turns around, and the world seems to slow down as if it suddenly focused on just the both of you. The background blurs and everything is hazy and distorted but you were there. Standing in front of him, actually real. Older than he remembers but not in a negative way, just more mature. More peaceful. More you.
Staring at you in the middle of a bookshop in Switzerland after 5 years, Sebastian couldnât speak. He didnât know what to say. What would be right? Would there be words he could tell you that would make you ever forgive him?
âI-â âYou-â
You both start at the same time, making you laugh at each other. It was the first time heâs seen you smile since 2016. He used to say he would burn cities to see you smile, and heâs glad he knows now that that feeling hasnât changed.
âYou first,â he says. He wants to hear what youâll say so he can choose his words better.
âI, uh,â you laugh awkwardly. It was still a beautiful sound to Sebastian. âI was actually slightly expecting to see you here.â
Oh. Well he didnât expect that. YouâŚyou were expecting to see him? Like purposely thinking about him? The thought boggled Sebastian.
Noticing his visible silence, you speak up again. âI co-own this bookstore,â you smile. âI knew you lived around the area so I expected Iâd bump into you eventually. Itâs not the main thing that I do, but my Swiss friend you just talked to behind the counter wanted to make a bookstore but was low on funds so I decided to help a friend out, you know?â
Oh he knows. You were always so kind when it came to your friends. He remembers, he used to be one of them.
âThatâs really nice of you,â Sebastian says. He slaps himself internally for the dumb reply he gives. âYou uh, you look great.â Way to fucking go Sebastian. What a great conversation saver.
âNot in a weird way, of course. I mean I would never try to make you feel uncomfortable by saying that. Did you feel uncomfortable? Was it weird? It probably was. I mean I havenât seen you in so long and thatâs the first thing I say itâs so stupid and I could have said something of significance butââ
You stop Sebastian before he rambles on any longer. Holding his fidgeting hand, you chuckle at the sight of the nervous German in front of you. âRelax, Seb. Iâm not mad. Iâve moved on.â
Oh.
âYou have?â He asks, not thinking before he speaks because he knows he hasnât. How could he move on from the best thing that ever happened to him and the biggest mistake he ever made?
The question takes you aback, pulling your hand away from his. For a second Sebastian thinks heâs messed up all over again, but you simply reply, âI meant from racing. But I know what you think I mean.â
âCan we catch up? Iâve missed you.â Sebastian hears himself say it before he even realizes the implications of his words.
âOh.â you say with a pause. It makes Sebastianâs heart sink. Maybe you really have moved on, but in a way that you didnât want him in your life anymore. He gets that. It looks like youâve built a nice life for yourself outside of racing. Even if he never gets to be in it. Heâs proud of you for being able to move on. âHow about we sit down for some coffee first? I know a place near here.â
Oh thank god. Sebastian wasnât ready to be deprived of you again so quickly.
Walking to the cafe, the air was thick with the tension between the two of you. While your accidental meeting in the library had gone well, the spark of the moment had faded and the reality of the situation had settled in. This was someone Sebastian had deeply wronged, someone he still deeply loved, and there were too many words unsaid there about both.
Sitting down at the window seatsâ he remembers how you loved sitting there so you could watch the people outsideâ you flag down a waiter to take both your orders.
âIâll take a macchiato andâ Seb do you still take your coffee black?â
Nodding, he looks out the window with a light blush on his cheeks. The fact that you remembered hisâ albeit simpleâ order made him happy and he had to catch himself otherwise he would be smiling like a teenage boy again. It was truly the little things.
âSo,â he speaks up, straightening up and looking at you.
âSo,â you mimic. âI go first or you go first?â
âMy life has been pretty televised before I retired, thereâs nothing really surprising in it. You go first.â
You spend the next 30 minutes filling him in on your life, how you avoided the media for the past few years, how you live in a cozy home with your dog, how you still exchange presents with some of the older grid during Christmas (Sebastian admits he got jealous here).
But the most important part was when he heard how you finally wrote that book you always talked about.
âReally? You finally published it?â Sebastian asks. He could see how the smile on your face was genuine, unlike the many times he saw you put on a fake one for the press or the media. It made him happy.
âYeah, I finally found time after I retired to start it. Surprisingly itâs actually much harder and less peaceful than I thought itâd be.â
âAt least itâs not a biographical book,â Seb jokes. The throwback makes you giggle, but it also makes you both acknowledge the elephant in the room. There were still so many things left unsaid, you both didnât know where to start.
âY/N back when I said those things, you know the ones, I didnât mean them.â
Giving him a sad smile you reply, âI know, Seb. But it doesnât take them back. Besides, that silly argument was just the straw that broke the camel's back, we were on the edge of our relationship for so long, you knew that too.â
âI know, but that was my fault it was on the edge too. I kept pushing you away because of Ferrari and how disappointed I was in my career. I didnât realize at the time how much it was hurting you until I finally lost you. I know it makes no sense to say it this late when all is said and done, but I am sorry.â
Sebastianâs words stunned you to silence. You knew he never meant pushing you away, despite your last fight he was never intentionally that unkind, it was just racing that pushed him to be like that back then. But hearing the words coming from him hit differently, the way he said the two words youâve been yearning for for years. Iâm Sorry.
It couldnât make you forget, but it could make you forgive.
âI know you are, Sebby,â you say. The old nickname brings a nostalgic smile on his face. âIâve forgiven you years ago, just after I retired. I figured I should let go of my ghosts and thatâs what I did. Though I wonât lie, your ghost did put up quite a fight giving me tears at night,â you joked. Sebastian could sense the hint of sadness in it.
He wishes he could make it all go away, to fix it just like he used to be able to. But he knows itâs not that easy. Not when the years have separated you both. Itâll be hard getting your trust back to let him into your heart even just as a friend, but goddamn if he wasnât going to try and fix it.
âWill you ever show me the book?â
The question catches you slightly off guard. âI doubt it. Itâs not up your alley anway, historical fiction.â
âAnything you write is up my alley. Maybe you can come over sometime and show it to me,â he says, not realizing the underlying meaning to it.
âCareful, Sebastian,â you say. âForgiving is easy when youâre given time, but forgetting is harder. Letâs take baby steps.â
Baby steps. He could live with that. To Sebastian it doesnât matter if it takes days or years to get you back in his life, heâll let you take your time. You deserve it. And if you choose in the end to walk out of his life again, well, then he deserves it.
You hug each other goodbye when you leave, the hug lasting longer than it should have. He knows he promised baby steps, but when you buried your head into the crook of his neck and tightened your grip around him softly, he couldnât resist pulling you closer to him and holding you there for a few seconds. He misses this, the closeness of it.
He sends you his address if ever you were in the area again, and you notice how the profile picture he has for you on your number was still the one of you when you were both rookies. It made you happy.
Sebastian didnât expect anything more to happen, he spent that night contemplating what good deed he mustâve done to bring you back into his life again. Whatever it was, he was grateful he had done it.
The next afternoon as he was reheating the Lasagnaâ that he ultimately forgot yesterdayâ in the oven for lunch, he heard his doorbell ring. Opening his door he spots a package on the floor, one that was wrapped with a cute bee themed wrapping paper. It made him chuckle. He expected that whoever or whatever was at the door was you, but this was the next best thing.
Sitting down on his porch chair, he opens the package delicately as if it were fragile. He can feel the outline already, it was a book. Moreover, it was your book. Sebastian couldnât believe it.
There was a note attached that read, âForgot to tell you yesterday. I missed you too.â
The few words were almost enough to bring him to tears, but he continued and opened the book to scan its contents. The typing Published 2020 stands out, making him realize how long heâs missed out on this.
But what truly catches his attention is the dedication. Smack right in the middle, the words to be seen by everyone, read; For my Sunshine, the amount of words left unsaid will never match the amount of love I still have for you in my heart.
He may not be able to fix his mistake just like that, but Sebastian would wait however long it took for you to love him again, as a friend or as another. As long as his sunshine was in his life again.
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Hi baby!
I love your writing so much!
Are you able to do a aftercare fic? Majority of smut stories I see they have little to no aftercare or very shitty aftercare
Hope you're doing well!
earned it (one of the girls part 3)
fwb! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), pretty fluffyyyy, cursing
a/n: hopefully this is enough aftercare for you đđž
hope you enjoyyy
part 1. part 2.
âwell? what are you so afraid of?â she asked, looking at me expectantly.
âi donât knowâ i breathed out, finding it difficult to speak the words i wanted to.
she squinted her eyes at me, âyes you do, chris. why are you lying to me?â
fuck her for knowing me so well.
âiâm notâ i spoke, swallowing the lump in my throat.
âyes you areâ
âno, iâmâŚâ my voice trailed off as she leaned over me on the bed, making me move my body away from hers until i was laying down.
âdo i make you nervous, chris ?â she asked as she looked down at me.
yes.
ânoâ
âstill lying, huh?â she asked as she ground her hips down into mine.
âoh my godâ i groaned as my hands shot out to her waist.
âno touching until you stop lying to meâ she spoke as she slapped my hands away.
her hands pushed down on my chest, keeping my body pressed to the bed as she rubbed her clothed pussy against my bulge.
âtouch me again and iâll tie your ass upâ she spoke before pulling her shirt over her head.
âfuckâ i sighed out as i realized she wasnât wearing a bra.
you make it look like itâs magic
âcause i see nobody, nobody but you, you, you
i was lost in the way her hips moved on top of me. the way she leaned back on my thighs, her head thrown back in pleasure.
she knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.
when she put her mind to something, she never allowed anything to stop her. and right now, she was determined to get the truth out of me.
i was damn near ready to give it to her.
she never broke eye contact with me, despite my dominant nature, she was never intimidated by me.
although she was usually the submissive one, she never failed to put me in my place.
so i love when you call unexpected
âcause i hate when the momentâs expected
so iâma care for you, you, you
iâma care for you, you, you, you
she caught me off guard with the role switch, the last thing i was expecting tonight was to have her on top of me, looking down at me with those hooded eyes.
she knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy, she knew what to do to get me to break.
she grabbed my hand, moving it up her ribcage but stopping right under her breast.
âwanna touch, chris?â she asked, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes at me.
i nodded my head frantically.
âbegâ
ânoâ
âno?â she raise her eyebrows at me, halting her movements.
âi wanna take care of youâ i spoke up to her.
âthatâs a firstâ she scoffed. âyou can make it up to me after, right now i wanna hear you begâ
âyou want me so bad? you care about me? actions speak louder than words, pretty boy. so fucking prove itâ
âplease. i wanna touch you so badly, ma. i wanna worship your body, show you how much you mean to me. wanna show you how loved you areâ i said.
cause girl, youâre perfect
youâre always worth it
and you deserve it
the way you work it
âgo ahead thenâ she said. as soon as the words came out of her mouth, i sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist.
âlove your titsâ i whispered before bringing one into my mouth, making her moan.
i focused on swirling my tongue around her nipple before doing the same to the other one.
i left open-mouthed kisses all over her chest while staring up at her.
âi know you like it rough, but iâm gonna take my time with you. you deserve itâ
âcause girl, you earned it, yeah
girl, you earned it, yeah
i left kisses up her neck, and jaw before leaving them all over her face.
âchris!â she laughed before i placed a soft kiss against her lips.
âyouâre so fucking beautiful, have i ever told you that?â
âyeah, but you were also buried inside of me when you said it so i donât think that countsâ she said playfully.
âi mean everything i tell you, no matter when i say it. itâs never just the heat of the moment babyâ i whispered to her.
âokâ she whispered back, a slight smile growing on her face.
i left kisses all up and down her arms, before starting my descent down her stomach.
âcan i?â i asked as my mouth stopped at her sleep shorts.
âalways, chrisâ
on that lonely night
said it wouldnât be love
but we felt the rush
i couldnât keep my hands off of her, not being able to touch her seemed to have affected me way more than i thought it had.
i needed to feel her bare body against mine.
âneed to feel youâ i whispered against her skin, looking up at her.
âyou have me, chris. iâm right hereâ she responded, breathing heavily.
i pulled down her shorts and panties, while she helped me rid myself of my own clothes.
once they were off, i flipped us around, laying her down under me.
we just stared at each other for a while, so many unspoken words being exchanged through our eyes.
we both knew what this meant, but were too scared to say it aloud.
i love you.
at least, thatâs what i was thinking. who knows what was going on in her head.
âmark meâ i told her.
âwhat?â she asked, eyes widening.
âno more other girls, i only want you. iâm yours, so mark meâ
she wasted no time in pulling my neck down, placing her lips on it.
i let out a moan at the feeling of her sucking on the skin, her lips massaging the area sensually before she let it go.
she moved further up my neck, repeating the motion several times, before moving her head back to admire her work.
âprettyâ she whispered with a smile on her face.
i dipped my head back down, now leaving kisses to her thighs.
âcause girl youâre perfect
youâre always worth it
and you deserve it
âyou deserve all of the love in this world, and if no one else gives it to you, then i willâ i spoke between kisses. âi love everything about youâ
âchris-âshe started, but let out a loud moan when i licked a stripe up her pussy.
âjust need a little tasteâ i spoke as i stared at her wetness.
i hooked my hands around her thighs before lapping at her arousal.
âoh my god, chris. yes, yes, it feels so good!â she gasped.
i groaned against her as i felt her thighs push against my hands, attempting to close.
her gasps and moans filled the room as i continued to work my tongue through her folds, relishing in the taste of her against my tongue.
i pushed my tongue into her needy hole, her hands flying to my hair to grip the brown locs.
i curled my tongue inside of her, shoveling it through her velvety walls, making her scream.
âc-chris, iâm gonna cum if you keep doing thatâ she moaned out.
i shook my head side to side, allowing my nose to press against her clit, before moving my face away.
âgod, you taste so fucking goodâ i whispered as i licked my lips, watching as she looked down at me with her eyes slightly widened.
âneed you so bad, chrisâ she whined, clenching her thighs together.
âi got you, princess. just relax. gonna take care of youâ i told her before lining myself up with her.
âready?â i asked, grabbing her hips. once she gave me a nod in response, i pushed into her.
her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her, making us both moan as i bottomed out.
i leaned down, pressing my chest to hers as i began to move.
my thrusts were slow but deep, allowing her walls to cling onto my dick tightly.
âh-holy shitâ i groaned out, shuddering at the way she felt around me.
weâd done this a million times before, but this time was different.
it felt like i was closer to her than iâd ever been.
she looked so good, staring up at me with her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
âgod, you feel so good around me. not gonna last longâ i groaned when she clenched around me in response.
âfuck, i-iâm so closeâ i moaned as my hands clenched the bedsheet under her.
âgood, i want you to fill me up so badlyâ she spoke as she stared up at me.
she was pushing me closer to my orgasm embarrassingly fast, but i couldnât help it.
being with her like this was driving me crazy. my every thought was consumed by her. my skin pressed against hers, the taste of her essence lingering on my tongue, her breathy moans, her hands wrapped around my arms, all of the little things turned me on even more.
âcome on, chris. you gonna cum with me?â she asked as she clenched around me again, pushing me over the edge.
âoh my god! fuck, fuck, iâm cummingâ i panted out as i shot my load inside of her, making her cry out.
she shook under me as she released all over my cock, while my seed continued to spurt out of me.
âfuck, chris. didnât even know you could cum this muchâ she spoke when i finished, her inner thighs covered in my pleasure.
when i pulled out, we watched our juices spill out of her and onto the sheets.
âgot anymore?â she asked before wrapping her hand around my dick, making my hips jerk into her hand.
âw-wait, baby that- shit, shit, shitâ i whimpered as more cum shot out of me.
âhmm, someone liked that, huh?â she teased as she continued to stroke me, watching as my hips shook.
i went to grab her wrist, but she stopped me before i could.
âwhatâs that you always tell me? sit there and take it?â she smirked at me.
a few more beads of cum flew out of me before she let go of me, making me let out a heavy sigh.
âi- youâre fucking insaneâ i breathed out as she pulled me on top of her into a hug.
â yup, and you love itâ she smiled, leaving a kiss to my nose.
âok, i gotta go nowâ i spoke as i began to get up, jokingly.
she saw the smile on my face, knowing i was joking, before pulling me back down onto her.
âshut the hell up, youâre not funnyâ she narrowed her eyes at me.
âi think iâm hilariousâ
âi think itâs hilarious how i just had you whimpering a minute agoâ
my smile instantly dropped at that, as i shot her a glare, âok fuck youâ
âjust sayingâ she shrugged.
âare you ok? anything hurt?â i asked, scanning her body over.
âiâm ok, chrisâ
âmmhm, what hurts?â i asked as i placed a few kisses to her shoulder.
âmy legsâ
âwant a massage?â i asked her.
âpleaseâ she sighed out.
i moved down to her legs, placing my hands on one and gently squeezing it.
i rubbed the soft skin between my hands, soothing her achey muscles.
she moaned at the feeling, her eyes fluttering shut.
i continued to massage her leg, her noises of approval fueling me to keep going, before moving to the other leg.
when i finished i looked up to tell her i was done, only to be met with her soft snores.
i went to her bathroom, wetting a clean wash cloth with warm water, and coming back to clean her up.
when i finished, i put my shirt on her to keep her from getting cold, before cleaning myself up.
i discarded the wash cloth in the hamper before getting back into the bed with her, pulling the blanket over both of us.
i looked at her before whispering, âi love you so much, youâre worth it. iâm not running away ever againâ
âcause girl youâre perfect
the way you work it
you deserve it
girl, you deserve it
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