#they looked like they were having a pleasurable stroll for most of the race

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Whoa! That sprint! In a 5000!?!

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Two

GR, CL, MV, LH x fem!reader Warnings: angsty drivers, more filth (masturbation, smut) WC: 3k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three

“Oh my word, what is going on?” David Croft, the official F1 commentator, was aghast at what he was seeing on the track in front of him and his voice echoed across the paddock from the loudspeakers. “This is looking like a repeat of Australia and nobody wants to see that again.”

You slunk down in your seat and pulled your hat further down your head. Maybe sending those nudes hadn’t been the best idea. It had been four weeks since the last race and to say you were feeling needy was a massive understatement. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from sending your men some enticing pictures before the race.

“And there goes Gasly, into the gravel. We’ll have to see the replay on that but I think it was his own teammate that made contact with him. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was Alpine on Alpine going into the corner and now Gasly will have a lot of time to make up for it. Ocon will be lucky if he doesn’t get a penalty for that aggressive move.”

You looked at the place board and saw the seven drivers who had already retired from the turbulent race. Max was one of them, and he was pissed.

You shoved the phone back in your purse and cheered with the rest of the grandstand as Lewis passed by, holding first position with 12 laps to go. Right on his tail was Charles but the real battle was taking place behind him for the third step on the podium. 

It was a dog fight between Fernando, Esteban and Lando with less than a second separating each car. You screamed louder than anyone else as they shot past the lap line and a few heads turned your way but you ignored them. You weren’t even in bed and these guys were making you scream. 

Another lap passed without incident but then the fight for third took a dangerous turn when Lando pushed Fernando wide and Esteban tried to take advantage by slipping past on the inside. Fernando ended up grazing his car along the wall while Lando thought he was in the clear only to clip the front wing of Esteban’s car and the two of them careened off the track. 

Shock rippled through the crowd as another three cars were retired and their drivers were pulled apart by the marshalls that were trying to clear the track under a red flag. It was messy and you could almost taste the testosterone in the charged atmosphere.

“I don’t even have words to describe this race,” David commented. “That will be the third restart and what a change that makes to the standings. We have Hamilton in P1, Leclerc P2, Stroll P3, followed by Sainz, Russell, Gasly, then miraculously both Williams’ and AlphaTauri’s drivers are almost guaranteed those much needed but elusive points - if they can just stay on the track and cross the finish line in one piece.”

You couldn’t sit and listen to the spectators around you any longer. They all asked variations of the same question - what the hell had happened to the drivers? Blue balls was the answer. That’s what had happened after four weeks with no racing: all those explosive male hormones were building and building, and your nudes had struck the match.

You had been messaging most of the guys over the mid-season break, exchanging scandalous messages and promises of what they could do the next time they were on the podium, but you had stopped short of meeting up with any of them - no matter how much they begged. Your pussy hated you for denying it the pleasure but the waiting only increased the anticipation and made the climax all the better. 

Plus the teasing was fun.

You slipped out of the grandstand and made your way to the motorhomes behind another fence for security. Ever since that first wild night you had received a Paddock Pass for every race and become a familiar face to the teams, though they never knew the extent of your ‘friendships’ with the drivers. 

“Max isn’t here,” Tommy said just as you reached the door to the luxurious motorhome. 

You winked at the Red Bull assistant and pressed a finger to your lips. “I’m just leaving him a commiseration gift. It’s a surprise, so no blabbering.”

The busy man left with a shake of his head and you closed the door behind you, sliding the bolt into place so no unexpected visitors could interrupt you. 

Max’s bed was made with the precision you would expect from someone trained in the military, not a racer, and there wasn’t a single crease in the duvet cover. 

“You’re such a perfectionist,” you muttered before jumping onto the bed and messing it up. His scent still clung to the pillow and you grabbed it as you rolled onto your knees, shoving it between your legs before hiking your dress up to your waist. 

You grabbed your phone and set it up against the headboard as you hit record. “I’m going to miss you tonight, Maxy.” You sucked on your fingers before trailing them down your body and pushing your panties aside. “It could’ve been you I was riding.” 

You moaned as you ground yourself shamelessly over your fingers and his pillow. Your head fell back and you grabbed your throat, gently squeezing it as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Oh, Max,” you cried out, rolling your hips faster until the wet sounds of your pussy filled the air and were definitely picked up by the microphone. “You’re going to dream of me tonight when you lay your head on this pillow. It’s going to make you so hard, you’re going to fuck your hand and imagine it’s my cunt squeezing you tight until you explode.”

Your words ignited the orgasm that had been building and you cried out as you came all over his pillow. Your body shuddered from the aftershocks and you tasted the release on your fingers, knowing it would drive him wild when he saw it. “Sweet dreams, Maxy.”

You made it back to the grandstand in time to see the final lap and you were on your feet screaming with the rest of the crowd as Lewis crossed the finish line first, soon followed by Charles and Carlos. You were giddy at the thought of sharing the three of them later and joined the mass of people as they began to make their way down to the track that was opening to the public.

You were well versed at having to push your way through the crowd and you knew you had time to get to the front since the winners were still on the big screen having their post-race interviews. You were only half listening to them as you inched your way closer to the stage. 

“There was a very competitive atmosphere out there today, why do you think that was?”

Carlos and Charles looked at each other before looking down to hide the knowing grin they shared but it was Lewis that answered the interviewer.

“I mean first and foremost it is a race, so it will always be competitive. But, I think, for me at least, it’s been a long four weeks off the track and we were all eager to get back behind the wheel and more importantly back on the podium.” 

“Speaking of podiums, it looks like our time is up.” He shook hands with Lewis, then Charles and Carlos. “Congratulations once again. Well deserved.”

You reached the front barricade as the guys climbed the stairs to the stage up above and their eyes scanned the crowd knowing you were somewhere among the throngs. Carlos spotted you first and slapped Charles’ chest before pointing your way. You blew them a kiss and gave them a wink, their smiles growing as they stepped closer to the glass balustrade. You crossed your arms and to anyone else it would have been an innocent gesture but from their vantage point it pushed your breasts to the very edge of your low cut dress. 

Your phone vibrated in your purse and since you weren’t all that interested in the national anthems playing you pulled it out. Your scoff was swallowed by the sound of the crowd and you searched the shadows around the cordoned off areas to find Max staring back. Even with the distance you could see the harsh cut of his jaw as he clenched his teeth and his arms were crossed defensively over his chest. 

You didn’t even bother to address the message he had sent, instead you replied with the video you had taken in his bed. You watched with a keen interest as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his phone. 

Blue eyes turned to black as his pupils dilated and he ran a hand through his hair, tugging the dirty blond strands while he fisted his phone on the other. His thumbs flew across the keyboard as he typed his response before turning his back and leaving the celebration while you started at the reply.

You're going to pay for that.

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot At the body shop, doing something unholy

The heat on the dance floor was quickly soaring as hands roamed your body. Charles’ entire front was pressed against your back and controlled the sway of your hips to the music as his lips grazed your neck and he whispered filthy words for only you to hear. 

He wasn’t alone.

Lewis and Carlos’ bodies encircled you, obscuring your obscene display of affection from the dense crowd dancing to the music too. They were taking advantage of the disorienting strobe lights and the fact everyone else was in a drunken world of their own, it was daring even for them.

Charles pinned your hands behind your back, trapping them between your bodies, as Lewis stepped closer and used his thigh to push your legs apart. Cool air rushed in and kissed the heat of your pussy as your skirt rode up higher the more Lewis nudged your thighs apart.

“Hermosa,” Carlos groaned as he noticed the lack of lace panties beneath. “You forgot something when you were getting ready.”

You licked your lips and leaned back against Charles so your dress pulled up even higher and Lewis cursed lowly. 

“I didn’t forget anything.”

And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers

Your cry was swallowed by the chorus as they descended on you. 

Carlos’ fingers were at your entrance, gathering the evidence of your need and using it to glide over your clit while Lewis and Charles left burn marks on your neck from the short beards they sported. Their hands cupped and squeezed and probed until you were lost to the overwhelming sensations and ready to float away like the clouds of dry ice around the room. 

“Unless you’re planning to fuck me on the dance floor, we need to go.”

“The idea has crossed my mind,” Charles admitted between sucking at the sensitive skin below your ear. 

“Time to go,” Lewis ordered before you could reach for his belt buckle, the only one out of the three men capable of using his head to think with and not his dick.

Carlos pouted as he pulled your dress back into place but he knew it would be coming off in a matter of minutes when he got you upstairs. 

The music drifted away as the elevator doors closed in the lobby and Charles pushed you back into Lewis’ arms. “Don’t let her move,” he warned as he dropped to his knees.

Carlos’ hand slapped over your mouth in time to smother the moan that was ready to fill the small elevator when Charles’ tongue teased over your clit. You squirmed as you tried to roll your hips, silently begging for more, but Lewis curled a strong arm around your waist and pinned you to his body. 

The floor levels ticked by and the higher they rose the closer you got to heaven. 

Everywhere you looked you were blessed with the sight of the men around you and their infinite reflections in the mirrored walls. Even when your head fell back in ecstasy you swayed under the image on the ceiling, spying Charles’ eyes that rolled up to look at you coming undone over his tongue.

Ding!

Charles rose swiftly to his feet, pulling your dress back into place before the doors opened and a body filled the doorway. He already knew what had happened from the dazed look in your eyes and the way Lewis had to support your unsteady legs by holding you against him.

“What the fuck, Max?” Carlos asked as he stepped in front of you, Charles too busy wiping his lips to speak.

You wouldn’t say you were shocked to see him somehow get your room number from the receptionist - he was a world champion - no one would say no to him, even if it was a breach of privacy. You actually found his tenacity extremely hot, that and the way he stood blocking the exit with fire in his eyes. 

“Mate, move out of the way,” Lewis said as he shifted you into Charles’ arms, though your legs were no longer trembling.

Max ignored them all and held your stare. “What’s my number, babygirl?”

You shook your head to try and clear the haze that your orgasm and the champagne had brought upon you but it didn’t work and you asked him confused, “What?”

“What. Is. My. Race. Number?” he asked, taking a step closer with each enunciation.

“One?”

“Good girl, that’s correct.” Max smirked as he came to a stop in front of Lewis and looked at you over his shoulder. “I think that means I won.”

“That’s bullshit, you DNF’d get over it,” Charles stated, knowing well enough the pain of missing out on a night with you because he crashed out earlier in the season. 

“Wait,” you said, stepping between the four of them. “What if he’s right? What if the reigning champ can have me whenever they choose, off-track too?” You circled around the group seeing them contemplating it. “After today's race standings you all have a shot at winning the championship.”

“Hang on,” Max interrupted but you held up a finger to your lips to silence him.

“My body, my rules. So, what d’ya say boys?”

Lewis, Carlos and Charles looked at each other for a moment before Lewis’ lips parted in a grin. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Did you not see how fucking messy it was out there today?” Max asked, stunned by the turn of events.

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Carlos chuckled before looking at his team mate. 

“Max is right, it’s going to be an expensive season for repairs,” Charles said with a shake of his head before locking eyes with you and starting to smile, “but it’s not my money. I’m in.”

You walked out of the elevator, patting Max’s hard chest as you passed by. “This is what you wanted, big guy. Now, are you coming, or do you want to brood in the hallway all night?”

It was no surprise that he came, and came, and came again. 

All of the men were athletes and the stamina showed when they were ready to go round after round. You were an overstimulated mess when you collapsed on the sofa, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You could barely think with your head on cloud nine and their cum leaking down your legs.

“Our little cum slut is cock drunk,” Max teased as he took a seat beside you and pulled your head onto his lap. “You have another round in you, don’t you, babygirl?”

The sofa shifted as Carlos sat down at the other end, his strong hands starting to massage your feet. “Let her rest for a minute.”

“Just because you have nothing left,” Max scoffed and turned your head to him. His thumb traced your swollen lips with a smirk before parting your mouth. “Some of us can go all night. Right, Hamilton?”

Lewis barely lifted his head up from where he lay sprawled across the carpet, his chest rising and falling fast as he caught his breath. He had absolutely ruined you with the fast pace he had set while he knelt behind you and fucked you until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Charles had been there to keep you up on your hands and knees with a fist full of your hair, right before he filled your mouth with his cock to silence the screams of pleasure.

All Lewis could do was raise his thumb in response as Charles returned to the living room with an armful of water bottles from the minibar. He tossed one to each of the guys before kneeling beside your head and cracking the lid of another and raising it to your lips. The cool liquid quickly soothed your dry throat and chased away some of the exhaustion that had settled into your relaxed muscles. 

“Better, hermosa?” Carlos asked as his massage crept higher up your legs.

“Mhmm,” you sighed contentedly, letting your knees part for him. The temperature in the room rose rapidly and even Lewis found the strength to rise from the ground to drink in the sight. You might as well have just hung an open for business sign out and you chuckled at the hungry looks they shared. “Much better.”

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[scrollonso]

Dreaming Of You — Strollonso (ft. Webbonso)

The first time it happens, Fernando doesn’t know which realm of being he was in. It all felt so real — from the way the heat of the room felt on his sweat-soaked skin, to the sting of the other man’s date night cologne on his nostrils, to the sounds he was making directly into Fernando's ears as he planted his face in the crook of Fernando's neck to stifle his drawn out moans. What felt the most real was the feeling of Fernando's cock in and out of the other man's ass — it was an addictive stretch that he’d never felt before, and he wanted more.

He felt like he could tell who this was. He knew the man’s voice and scent and feel from anywhere. Maybe not like this, he’s never had Lance Stroll like this no matter how much he’s wished it to be true, but he knew only Lance would ever be able to take him to a high such as this. 

“La- Fuck. Lance…”

“My name sounds so nice falling out of your lips, Nando…” the other man murmurs against the shell of Fernando's ear. He pulls back and all of Fernando's suspicions were confirmed as he was swimming in smooth, pale skin, illuminated by the low light of a bedside lamp. He was taking in all of Lance's handsome features, his hand coming up to cup and feel the stubble of his cheeks. The curve of his nose. The fullness of his red, kiss-bitten lips. He felt so tangible, but Fernando knew this was just a very vivid dream that he never wanted to wake up from. “I don’t put out on the first date. But you know I wouldn’t be able to resist you.” Lance's lips meet his again, and Fernando could scream at how familiar he feels, despite them never having have done this in the real world. He was going to enjoy it in his dream world, at least. “Say my name again.”

“Nando…”

“Again.” Fernando's hips snap and Lance cries out in pleasure.

“Ah, Nano!”

“Again.”

“Fernando, fuck. You feel so good. You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s it, baby. God, you are so beautiful.” Fernando grins and connects their lips once more, the kiss heated and sloppy as Fernando licks fire into Lance's awaiting mouth. “Bet you’re going to look so good when you cum. I’m gonna memorize your face and then I’m gonna keep making you recreate it over and over until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Fuck!” Lance cries out when Fernando's hot, rough hand wraps around him. He wants to melt into Fernando at this point and become one. His brain was absolutely on fire. “Fernando, slow down — I’ll cum if you don’t.”

“Oh, but mi sol I want you to. I want you to cum and feel all that pleasure you deserve.” Fernando's strokes are firm and quick and intentional. He was bringing Lance to the edge and Lance had no grip to stop himself from falling.

Fernando whites out when his orgasm hits him like an eighteen wheeler, and as suspected the dream ends in a snap and he shoots up, sitting in bed wide awake. His breathing is labored and he’s looking around wildly in the darkness to confirm that he was back where he remembers being, in his own bed — not Lance's — with his boyfriend — not Lance — beside him. He stirs the other man awake by accident.

“Fonz? What are you doing awake?” He asks, his tone grumpy.

“N- Uh Nothing. Just had a dream. You can go back to bed.” Fernando was harder than he has ever been in his life, and he was going to need to go take care of this. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Must’ve been a pretty bad dream.” Mark barely acknowledged before rolling away from Fernando to go back to sleep.

Opposite, actually. Best dream I’ve ever had.

It’s been a few days since he had a dream about Lance, thank goodness, but Fernando was kind of missing them, if he wasn’t lying to himself. No matter how fast his heart was racing when he woke from them, he still finished himself off with a smile on his face. The sweat coated his skin as he laid on the floor in only his boxers. It'd been hot nearly all week, but today was unbearable.

He didn’t even know he nodded off on the sofa when he entered another dream. He was starting to become comfortable with the fact that these were definitely in the realm of lucid dreams. He was too conscious. But at the same time, the Lance in the dreams were alternate versions of him. Alternate versions that were with Lance even though he was also still with Mark in all of them. All versions of himself that got his shit together in the most roundabout way possible. Sure, he should feel guilty about the fact that he’s two-timing Mark in each scenario, but the Lance of it all kept overwhelming his subconscious conscience. 

In this dream, Fernando stirs from a deep sleep to the feeling of a hot weight on his torso, and cold lines being drawn all over his chest, with special attention being paid to his nipples. He moans as he wakes some more, eyes cracking open to see a very handsome, very naked Lance straddling his hips, drawing cold lines with an ice cube.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” he teases with his signature smile, flicking his now hard nipples with the tip of the melting ice cube. 

“Fuck, Lancito. What are you up to?” he asks, blearily but he was so happy at the sight before him. 

“You were complaining about the heat before you went down for your nap, so I thought this might be a fun way to beat the heat.” The cube Lance was using was rapidly melting due to the heat of Fernando's body, the air, and Lance's hand, so Lance pops the remnants between his teeth and leans down to kiss Fernando. The kiss was, as expected, freezing, but made for an interesting sensation as Lance's warm tongue licks around it and into Fernando's mouth.

Lance's hands run up Fernando's sweat-slicked back, hands grappling at his shoulders to keep him close despite the sweltering heat. 

“What do you say? Want me to keep ice drawing on you?” A finger comes up to rub one of Fernando's pert nipples.

“Si…feels good.”

“Good.” Lance smirks and kisses Fernando fiercely into the pillow before clambering off and reaching for a bowl of ice cubes he’d brought in, pushing it towards Fernando. The Spaniard moves Lance's legs in such a way where his right was bent, foot flat on the sofa while the other was planted firm on the floor. His legs were spread, his weeping cock resting on his belly. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Can’t believe Mark doesn’t worship you every minute he can.” 

Fernando watches as Lamce hungrily takes him in with his eyes, like he’s memorizing every dot on Fernando's skin, every move he makes. 

“You deserve worship.” Lance's warm chocolate eyes were darker now, and his lips were parted in a way that told Fernando he wanted him bad.

“Let me know if anything is too much.” Lance watches with curiosity as Fernando picks out an ice cube, and their eyes meet as Fernando sets a point at the cleft under Lance's tip, dragging it slowly down the length of the shaft as he draws out a long groan from Lance. 

“N-Nando, fuck…” Lance watches as Fernando draws it back up, moving it over the slit and collecting the pre that is beading there. He pulls the cube over to his mouth and makes a show of sucking on the end that just collected the taste of Lance. “God, fuck—you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Well that’s no fun. I want to have years and years to toy with you still.” He says with a grin, dipping in to run the ice cube under Lance's shaft again while his tongue licks a hot stripe right after it.

“You will. God, you will. I want years and years and years with you.”

He confesses, his breath stuttering as he takes in all the sensations at once. The ice can be felt drawing lines up, down and around his shaft as he hears Fernando chuckle.

“I love how needy you get for me, Lance.” The ice drops to his scrotum which makes Lamce gasp. Fernando grasps another so he could press cold ice against both balls and massage them slowly. “Love how you fall apart." Fernando takes the head of Lance's cock into his mouth. Between the velvet heat of Fernando's mouth and the piercing cold of the ice, Lance didn’t know what felt better in the moment. Fernando lets him enjoy it for a few moments before he’s trailing wet kisses over the length, and one of the cubes was moved under his scrotum, pressed firmly against his taint. “How does that feel?”

“Oh, fuck…that feels good.” A full body shiver runs through him as his body cools off from the sensation against arguably one of the warmest spots on him.

“Good. I’ll keep it here for a bit.” He uses his thumb to keep one cube pressed right there while the other cube finds its way between Fernando's teeth which he then brings back to Lance's hard cock, running it along the shaft and making Lance cry out. With his hand now free, Fernando takes one more and runs it along the line at the center of his chest before going over to the nipples, circling both with cool ice.

“Nando, fuck. I might cum.”

“Cum for me. Don’t hold it back.” He says, behind the ice cube at first, then freely when the cube cracks under his teeth. He presses the one against Lance's perineum harder, rubbing it in small circles while the one from his chest comes down to take over his dick. Fernando cools his palm down by closing his fingers around the ice, before discarding it and stroking Lance the old fashioned way, but with a cold palm.

As instructed, Lance doesn’t hold back. He cums without abandon, coating his torso in seed. A choked cry rips out of him as it does, the cold pressure being the only thing he can think about as he comes down.

“Not done yet, handsome.” Fernando murmurs, kissing the head of his spent cock and taking a lick of the spunk coating his belly before discarding the small ice pieces of the ice still used. He grabs one more solid block and keeps eye contact with Lance as he presses it to Lance's hole, making him arch in surprise. 

“Fuck! That’s freezing!”

“Oh, but it can feel so good.” He says with a smirk. “But if you want me to stop, I will.”

“N-No. You can keep going.”

“Okay, relax then. It’s gonna feel like a lot for a second, but it’ll cool off. I promise.” He smiles and circles his rim with the ice again, waiting for Lance to relax before he’s pressing the thinnest part with the smallest bit of pressure, the ice breaching his rim and sliding in. 

“Oh, fuck!” He cries out, arching again and clenching, which only draws the ice in further into him. “Oh, that feels crazy.” He pants, eyes screwed shut as he takes it in. Just then, he feels Fernando circling his rim with another. “A-Another?”

“If you want, but you have to open up for me, baby. Can’t push it in like this.”

Lance relaxes, a hand pressed against his belly which he’d been flexing. He raises his ass a little by pressing his foot on the couch, so his hole was more accessible. Once he deems Lance relaxed enough, Fernando pushes another cube into his heat. He effectively plugs Lance by pressing his thumb against his twitching hole. 

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.” Fernando encouraged. Lance watches as he shifts, the bowl of ice water now back on the table. Fernando finds a familiar spot between Lance's legs, his member swinging between his legs. Reaching down, he rubs his hot cockhead against Lance'e chilled hole. “Can I fuck you?” He asks, trailing some heat over the other’s torso with his nails. All Lance can do is nod, then elicit a long moan when Fernando pushes in. He could feel the ice go deeper into himself. 

Lance is moaning rhythmically as Fernando pistons his hips in and out of him, an activity Fernando was sure was a constant in this dream world. God, all these sensations were mingling perfectly. “Fuck, Fernando…feels so good.”

Fernando leans down, and murmurs “Anything for you, mi amor.” He snaps his hips, a direct shot at Lance's prostate, sending a spark up his spine as he clenched around Fernando, sending sparks up to his brain. Unfortunately, this shot him back awake in the real world. He was completely disoriented, but the air conditioning has finally kicked back on. He rolls over, a chill running down his spine as he centers himself following the intensity of the dream he just had. Looking down, he notices that he creamed his boxers so hard that the discharge was tacking onto the cusion beside him.

“Fucking hell, Lance.”

Last night’s dream was the last straw. Well, actually, the last straw was Fernando moaning Lance's name when Mark was kissing his neck this morning. That did not end well, and Fernando didn’t actually know what his current relationship status was, but he knew what he wanted it to be. He didn’t plan on being in an argument with his boyfriend after moaning another man’s name, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset as he raced over to Lance's.

His footsteps were quick and loud as he bounded up the walkway, hands clumsily unlocking and opening the door, startling the homeowner who was sitting on his couch and eating a bowl of cereal while watching the morning news.

“Nando? Hey, is everything o—“ he’s cut off by the feeling of Fernando's lips against his, feather light and lava hot. “Woah.” He murmurs as Fernando pulls back. Lance has a dreamy look in his eyes.

“If you want me to stop, tell me to stop.”

“But what about Mark?”

“That’s not what I said. I said…” Fernando trailed, sitting and pulling the Canadian closef, effectively sitting him on his lap. “If you want me to stop, tell me to stop.”

“I don’t ever want you to stop kissing me.” Fernando hand finds the soft hair on the back of Lance's head and brings him back in.

“What…brought…this on?” Lance asks, breathless between kisses.

“The dreams,” Fernando starts, looking at Lance hungrily as the younger man pushes Fernando's jacket off of him followed by stripping him of his shirt. Lance wastes no time kissing over exposed skin and making Fernando gasp when lips find his pulse point. “They’re not about work, or racing or getting hurt — they’re about you. I’ve been having crazy, intense, vivid sex dreams about you. And I need to find out how close they are to the real thing.”

Lance moans at that and kisses him ravenously, flipping them so Fernando was on top of him now, giving Fernando complete control to kiss over every inch of pale skin. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so dirty — having sex dreams about me when you’re dating someone else.”

“Fuck, Lancito. That’s probably over.” He pants out as Fernando licks and sucks at Lance's nipple, the pink nub hardening. “I don’t know, but it will be. I don’t want him, I want you.”

“Lucky for you, I’ve been waiting for you.” Fernando grins as kisses over Lance's navel then happy trail. He undoes the fastening of Lance's bottoms before he's stopped. “Oh wait, I don’t have lube out here. Come on, we need to get in my bed.” Getting up, he pulls Fernando up with him and they are two giggly fools as clothing is shed all over Lance's surfaces, until they are both completely bare, Fernando laying over Lance and kissing him into the pillows like the secret of life itself was buried in there.

“God, you’re such a good kisser. Never had a guy kiss me like you, Nano.”

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“Rough, but your lips are so soft. You kiss me like you’re not scared of breaking me but also like you know what you want and aren’t afraid to take it.” He’s panting heavily between hard sucks over the hickey Mark tried to leave this morning, trying to overwrite the other man’s pathetic attempt at claim.

“I’m not – afraid to take it, I mean.” Fernando murmurs against him, Lance growling low when he feels Fernando's thick fingers wrap around his cock. “It took me a while to get it – get me. But I get me now. I know what I am and what I want. What I want is you, Lance. You are so, so much more than a Stroll. You’ve put in the work.” Lance whines then. Fernando's tone having an edge with the emphasis of his family name that makes Lance shudder. “I'm reclaiming you, Lance. No one knows who Lance is – doesn’t know the perfection you are. Made me think you start to forget it sometimes. I’m gonna remind you, baby.”

“God, fuck…” Lance's brain is absolutely frying at Fernando's words. The feeling in his chest blooming threateningly large, making him feel like he was going to burst at the seams. “Fernando, take me.”

“I’m gonna start by marking you up, making you mine. I plan on giving you hundreds.”

Lance gulps and lets his head fall to the side, exposing more neck. He gasps loudly when Fernando's teeth find his skin and latch, his lips forming a suction. He groans and his back arches, crushing their cocks together between their bodies. “Fuck, fucking hell Nando”

“That’s right – you better get used to saying my name like this, mi sol. I’m going to be making you scream it a lot .” Fernando continues down the line of his neck, down his collarbone, leaving marks of varying sizes and shades all over. Lance couldn’t wait to see himself in the mirror after this. When Fernando latches onto his nipple and sucks hard, Lance almost short circuits completely. He hears the other moan and push his pecs together. “Oh…” Lance murmurs, running his hands through Fernando's hair and pulling him off. “Do you…like my chest, Nando?” 

“I like all of you – si, I always thought you had pretty tits. I mean, look at these — they’re perfect.” 

“Fuck, you–” he stammers, blushing when he hears what Fernando said. “You can call them that, but I’m not responsible for who I become when you do.”

“Yeah? You like when I call them your perfect tits?” Fernando gives them a squeeze, biting his lip. “Could I fuck ‘em?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, you can fuck my tits.” Fernando looks absolutely ecstatic as he moves up to straddle Lance's belly, his stiff cock sitting against the cleft of his chest. “God, you’re so much prettier than I dreamt of. You're perfect, Lance.”

“You’re going to need to recount all these dreams in detail to me one day. I’m very intrigued what we got down to in that beautiful brain of yours.” 

“Why just tell you?” Fernando asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Nothing we did was impossible. We can just make them happen.” Fernando groans when Lance's thumb presses against the slit of his cock. He reaches down and presses Lance's pecs together, making the flesh mound and come together, half-enveloping his cock. He starts with a slow pace, his slicked up cock moving between easily and smoothly. The head hits Lance's chin a couple times, which makes the man slack his jaw and stick his tongue out, catching the salty taste every few thrusts. His eyes look up to meet Fernando's, their gazes intense. 

“You’re fucking beautiful, Lance. God, I could stare at you forever.”

Lance smiles up at him and nods, echoing the same. They continue on for minutes on end, Fernando's cock rubbing between Lance's tits until he was groaning. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours and mark you up. Make you mine.”

“Do it. I’m ready.” his tongue darts back out just in time for Fernando to shoot ropes and ropes of cum, the streams hitting Lance on the chest, neck, chin and face, with some even getting into his hair. Lance moans when he finally milks Fernando as dry as he can be for now, the other man grinning down at him. 

“I’m gonna take a photo of you. Is that okay?”

Lance grins back and nods. “More than. Show me your handiwork.” Fernando clambers off the bed and back out to the living room where their cellphones were discarded while Lance laid back and smiled up at the ceiling, both of them feeling a true sense of contentedness for the first time in a long time.

“Fuck, Mark called me a couple times. You too.” Fernando says with a grimace, but the cocky fucker couldn’t help but smile and Lance loved it. 

“Ex. As soon as you can talk to him, he’ll be your ex.”

“Yeah.” Fernando confirms, coming back onto the bed, on his knees and opening the camera app on his phone. “Spot’s open, you interested?” 

Lance adjusts, arms behind his head and looking dreamily up into the camera as he hears shutter snaps. “Nope. Spot’s taken by me already.” One hand comes down to rub up and down Fernand's thigh.

Fernando smiles at him from behind the phone, taking a few more shots before tossing it aside so he could kiss Lance and make a mess. His hand blindly reaches down until it wraps around Lance's stiffness. “Mm, I can’t wait to have it all with you, mi sol. So much more than sex, but also so so so much more sex.” he looks down and admires Lance's cockhead as he strokes him methodically. Lance looks up and smirks, making Fernando curious.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thanking god my boyfriend has such a pretty cock. I’m just excited, is all.” 

Lance laughs and pulls Fernando into an embrace, grinning into his shoulder. “That’s so stupid.” They share a few sweet and sticky kisses as Fernando laughs with him as he rubs the head of his own cock against Lance's. He closes his palm around the connection and holds tightly, stroking over them both. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, Nando–Jesus…”

“Good, huh? Like me fucking your dick like this? God, it feels so good for me, Lance.” he pants against his neck, sucking another mark there while he’s at it. “I just came, but I’m gonna cum again soon – you’re turning me on so fucking much, pretty boy.”

Lance nods and nuzzles their noses together as he feels this sensation with his entire being. He's never been connected with Fernando like this before — hell, he's never been connected like this to any man before, but being connected in such an intimate way to the man he knows is the one for him brings a whole new level of intensity to the situation. His hand comes down to cover Fernando's and helps him stroke them. Fernando attaches their lips and they kiss messily. The strokes speeding up makes them both borderline sing into one another's' mouths. 

"I’m gonna cum. Let’s cum together.”

“Yeah, that’s it, Lance. Come on, baby. Cum with me.” Lance cries out in response, eyes scrunched shut and hips jumping forward as he hits his climax, filling the space between them. Fernando follows soon after with a drawn out moan and shooting his load, the spend mixing with Lance's. He grins at Lance and peppers kisses all over his face as they laid there, breathing together while they came down. Lance looks down, and Fernando's gaze follows as he does. His boyfriend makes a show of licking as much of their cum up as possible, collecting it on his tongue before kissing the load into Fernando's waiting mouth. Lance smiles as he leans back on his shins, patting Fernando's thighs. 

“Want me to pinch you so you know that was all real?”

[mwebber]

MARTIAN'S MATCHING PORSCHE 911 GT2 RS CARS: A MASTERPOST

are you ready to feel parasocial about a pair of matching porsches, one of which may or may not even exist? you've come to the right place!

SECTIONS:

what is the 2010 Porsche 911 GT2 RS?

what's been said about the matching cars

timeline

unanswered questions and speculation

WHAT IS THE 2010 PORSCHE 911 GT2 RS?

well, it's her (source in watermark)

though she's been upstaged by her counterparts in the last decade, at the time, the gt2 rs was the most powerful road car porsche had ever built. only 500 were made. one of which, as we all know, came into the paws of one mark webber--another, presumably, found a home in sebastian vettel's garage. why do i say presumably? well..

WHAT'S BEEN SAID ABOUT THE MATCHING CARS

rather than making you squint at a bunch of screencaps, i'm just going to copy and paste the quotes that are out there..

“[The 911 GTS RS] is a beast! It’s got biblical power – the amount of torque is phenomenal. Sebastian [Vettel] bought one as well back in the day, we bought one together pretty much and I think he’s had a few tricky moments in his! They’re proper machines, those things. I think the engine’s probably a little bit big for the body, but in the right hands she’s a machine!” Red Bull. july 28, 2016.

Webber said he shopped for a new ride with teammate Sebastian Vettel and both agreed that the Porsche made the most sense. He's extremely happy with the GT2's performance, comfort and race car-like driving dynamics. Auto123, date unknown. the video in question

“I think it was around Monaco Grand Prix time, [Red Bull teammate] Sebastian Vettel and I were looking at some cars,” Webber said. “I’m not big on my road cars, to be honest, but when we started talking about this one it was a no-brainer.” But instead of pulling any strings using his formula one fame, Webber reportedly strolled into a UK Porsche dealer to order his new wheels personally. Drive. October 7, 2016.

“As a young guy, growing up in Australia, the Porsche 911 was definitive. I remember talking to Sebastian Vettel when the GT2 came out, about the power, the way it looked. He said, ‘what do you reckon?’ I said, ‘we should both get one’, so we did. If you take a 911 to a track day it’s the car that’s running around out there still working, with its brakes still working, at the end of the day. It’s a Porsche. You know that. We all know that. Brakes are important, you know." Top Gear Malaysia. date unknown, but since the headline is "mark webber has retired from racing," i'm going to pin it at sometime around november, 2016

“… Monte Carlo Grand Prix, 2010. I was sitting with Sebastian Vettel, and we were looking at the new 997 GT2 RS. And he said, ‘Shit, we need to buy one of those, you know?’ And I said, ‘yeah, we need—both of us.’ So I think that night, Monaco, after qualifying, we, uh. I didn’t outqualify Seb often, but that day, lucky, I kicked his ass, I was on pole position and he was not qualifying that well. And I said, ‘you still gonna buy the 911?’ And he said, ‘yeah, we should buy it.’ So he got a black one, I got a white one...” fan video from the weekend of oct 2-3, 2021.

and though nothing was mentioned about matching cars, they're driving the same model (DEFINITELY different car though, one purchased by the red bull ring) in the now-famous martian taxi drivers instagram post, where mark says, “At the end of the day we even drove each other for a few laps. That’s the biggest bloody endorsement a street car can have, F1 drivers wanting to do more laps for the own pleasure😉👌🏽” april 24, 2020. this is the only allusion to the car i can find that is not only from 2010, but also shows that seb so much as touched a 2010 porsche 911 gt2 rs.

now, you may ask, why are you being so cagey about seb and his porsche?

well, the thing is. sebastian vettel has not so much as breathed a WORD to the media about owning a porsche 911, much less matching one with mark. as far as i can tell from the numerous searches i've done, anyway. everything we know about their matching porsches has come from mark.

TIMELINE

so with that, let's piece it together:

some point on thurs/fri of the monaco gp (may 13 or 14, 2010): martian see the 911 and they're like. hot damn. seb says what do u think. mark says let's get one each.

saturday (may 15): mark beats seb in qualifying, then gloatingly asks if seb is still in the mood to buy the porsche. and because seb is insane, he says yes.

some unidentified point in the future, likely in the break between monaco and turkey because i sincerely doubt mark was in the mood to go car shopping with seb after that (may 16-26): they buy the porsches. mark buys a white one, seb buys a black one.

2016: they don't speak about this to anyone in the media until mark retires from racing for good. when questioned about his favourite porsche cars, only THEN does he even mention that this car matching business took place at all. and, unprompted, repeats this story to multiple news outlets when asked about the 911.

we're faced with several years of silence until 2021, when the story pops up again.

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS AND SPECULATION

have you ever thought it weird that something as clinically insane as matching cars with your rival was never given more media attention than a passing few lines in some articles? somehow, either nobody has asked about the fact that Thee most fractious relationship in contemporary f1 bought matching cars, or they DID ask and were effectively muzzled, which is telling in and of itself. and check the dates: 2016. 2016. 2016. 2020. 2021. they did not only keep this under wraps until mark retired and became a full time porsche #influencer. one of them is either STILL KEEPING IT UNDER WRAPS...

... or doesn't have the car at all.

does seb even own this porsche? why have we only heard of it from mark's mouth? there are so many articles on ~road cars f1 drivers own~ but none of them even mention seb having it. so what's the truth? did he never buy one and only tell mark he did? does it stay dusty under a cover in his garage, never to see the light of day? did he buy it and then immediately sell it/give it away after turkey? or because it was like, purposefully to match with mark, is it one of the things he's Sentimental about that he's viciously protective of and keeps out of the spotlight?

mark goes into detail and says that seb got a black porsche, so that must mean that it EXISTS? surely?? well, we take that for granted, but we may never actually know.

another thing: notice how in the Drive article, mark reportedly went to a uk dealership in person to order the car? if he and seb bought them together, does that mean they also went to the dealership... together? and if we take this to be true, does that then mean they physically went to a porsche dealership in the uk just weeks before they collided in turkey and their relationship tripped and fell off a cliff? or did they go separately in person, or did only mark go in person and seb order through connections?

yet another thing: in the "Mark Webber and his 911 GT2 RS" video linked above next to auto123, he drives a black 911 and seems to imply that the car is his: "i'm definitely not gonna be parting with this one." but the car is black. and he says he got a white one. WHAT? [EDIT: the one in the video may be the 2011 model and not the 2010 model he bought with seb]

AND ANOTHER THING TO NOTE: while the internet was surely a Widespread Phenomenon in 2010, there may very well have been printed news about the matching cars that never got digitally archived. unfortunately i do not have a time machine, so that's up in the air for now.

but that's it! that's everything we know about martian's matching porsches. i will be updating this post as more info comes to light, so if i've missed anything, pls let me know!

[apinchofm]

Requested by @angel-starbeam - Edwina and Friedrich meet in India before she leaves for England and exchange letters.

Edwina knew balls would be much different in England. She would not get to wear her saris anymore, having to wear English clothes instead. She would have to drink English tea and soften her Indian ways. She was to be an Englishman's wife.

She took a deep breath, as her mind races with all the changes. Especially standing in the ballroom of the Sivaganga Palace. It was her last ball here before she and her family set sail for England.

Kate, in her beautiful teal sari was standing with their mother, assured it would be well. Edwina was an extremely proficient young lady and excelled in all the skills she put her mind too. Mary was anxious about returning to England. All Edwina knew is that she left after marrying her Appa, given he and Kate were traveling with the Maharaja when they met in London. She hoped there would be a few good memories at the very least, for her mother.

She strolled outside into the water gardens, smiling at the other attendees and taking it all in. She had run around in these gardens as a child. In between lessons and naps in her father's office. Lanterns, covered in different colours illuminated the garden as water lilies floated around in the various pools.

Oh, she would miss home.

Edwina looked up at the sky as she leaned against the pillar. She remembers her Appa telling her the stars were the same all over the world, so they were all looking at the same stars when he went away. It was a comfort. She would see these same stars in London and think of her father. She was determined to make him - and her mother and sister - proud. She would do it. She hummed to herself.

Prince Friedrich had thought himself alone, looked around hearing someone humming. It was a beautiful sound.

"Hello?" He called out. He had seen her. She was much like a startled fawn, trying to hide behind a column. A girl in a pretty pink floral saree, lined with gold. Her deep brown eyes widened.

Edwina looked at him, nervously fiddling with the material draped over her shoulder. She was in so much trouble!

"I-I did not mean to interrupt you, sir!" She protested, seeing his uniform. He was white, tall, with broad shoulders which told her he could be a soldier. But his uniform was different from the British or Indian guards. A deep blue that brought out the blue in his brown-blue eyes.

"No, not at all." He assured her with a kind smile.

"You are German?" She asked, hearing his accent.

"From Prussia, yes."

"Oh, my deepest apologies!" Edwina quickly said, afraid of offending him.

He chuckled at her cautious approach, "Not at all. My mother is from a German principality, so I suppose I am. But do not tell any Prussian purist. A crown prince should not admit being from another country!" He winked and watched as her face fell, this opposite effect he was hoping to have.

She curtsied immediately, "Your Highness."

"I am Friedrich."

Edwina fixed her saree, unsure of what to say. She should know what to say!

"That is a beautiful dress." Friedrich said with a smile, “Who might you be? One of the Maharani’s lovely daughters? Sisters?”

Edwina giggled and blushed, shaking her head, “No, no. I am just Edwina. Miss Edwina Sharma, sir.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Edwina Sharma.” Friedrich replied. He leaned on the opposite pillar from her, “What are you doing so far from the gathering?”

“Oh, I needed some air. This shall be my last ball here and I found myself overcome with emotion.”

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes, to England in a few weeks.” .

"England? Why leave such a beautiful country for country in which in rains all the time?” Friedrich wondered.

Edwina's face fell, "Well, my appa died. We have managed this far, as the Maharaja has been most generous. They were close. But to ensure long-term stability for my family, we must go to England so that my sister and I will make good matches." She explained. She did not know why she was telling him this but he was listening intently.

"My deepest sympathies for the death of your father. But why England?”

“Well, my mother is English. My parents met at a ball.” Edwina gushed, her eyes alight as she recounted the story she had adored hearing as a girl. "Amma always says how she fell in love with him and his soul. How he would always find her eyes in any room. Appa said that it was love at first sight."

"Do you wish for a love like that?" Friedrich asked softly. She looked like someone who deserved a love like that. A beautiful young lady, intriguing too.

Edwina thought hard. She did. She wanted to feel the love and joy her mama had for appa. But she remembers how devest

"I do. But I suppose…” Edwina sighed, “It does matter.”

“I believe it does.”

“I do not think so.”

“Are you sure?”

Edwina giggled, “Such impertinence from a gentleman!"

“I am a Prince. We are impertinent men.” Friedrich replied, then smiled taking a step towards her, "I hope you shall enjoy England. Perhaps we may see one another there. You are most lovely."

Edwina felt her face warm, "You are kind, my lord."

"I am honest. You are beautiful."

She shook her head, “I should go, I do not wish to disrupt you further."

Friedrich stood, wanting to reassure her, "You are not disrupting me. Did the Prince revelation scare you? I do not hope it did?” He asked.

"I think so." Edwina admits, fiddling with one of the gold bangles sliding up and down her arms, "Surely, you have far more interesting people to speak with?"

"I am a soldier. I can only have so many conversations on trade." He pretended to close his eyes and snore, making her laugh again.

She looked back, “I should go. I do not wish for my sister or mother to worry for me.”

"Good evening, Miss Edwina Sharma." Friedrich said in farewell.

"Your Highness." She smiled bashfully, looking back as she walked away. He was still smiling at her and she felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

[dross-the-fish]

So, it's probably not wrong to assume that Adam wouldn't mind anon dragging him on a nature walk/hike? 😳

He absolutely wouldn't! It would be one of his favorite activities. I placed this shortly after Adam's arrival in England, everything is still a little new to him.

....

 “What has you so excited today?” Adam asked as Anon practically danced up to him one morning.

“I found a new path through the woods!” they exclaimed reaching for his hand, “I want you to come and explore it with me.”

Adam could hardly contain his smile, “Oh? What’s this? You wish to embark into forests unknown? Most would call that unwise, little friend.”

“That’s why I’m bringing you, that way if there’s anything dangerous, I know you’ve got my back,” they grinned impishly, prompting a laugh from Adam.

“I suppose I am more terrifying than most things we’ll encounter. Shall we pack some provisions and venture out at noon?”

Anon nodded eagerly and raced to the kitchens to begin selecting snacks to bring. By the time the grandfather clock in the parlor struck noon they were waiting, pack in hand, by the front door for Adam.

“I see you didn’t waste any time,” Adam gave them a pat on the shoulder and opened the door for them, “Lead the way to this path of yours!”

Once they set foot outside Adam couldn’t help slowing his pace to a leisurely stroll. It was spring, and every branch and stem sported brilliant blooms. The warm breeze carried the clean fragrance of new life waking after a long winter and Adam paused to soak it in for a moment.

Impatient as Anon was to get to their path they couldn’t help but find it a little endearing how Adam seemed to take so much pleasure in such a small thing. They waited for him to resume their walk and when he caught their eye, he tilted his head.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked.

“Nothing,” they replied, the smile broadened and without another word they took his hand.

They walked like that, in comfortable silence until a motorcar appeared down the road and Adam suddenly released Anon’s hand and darted into a copse of trees, ducking out of sight. The car passed and Adam tentatively crept back onto the road.

“Do you think anyone saw me?” he asked anxiously.

Anon frowned, “You know, you can’t always hide every time you see strangers. I promise no one is going to let you get hurt,” they assure him, reaching again for his hand.

Sheepishly, Adam drew back, “I know,” he said quietly, “but it’s still new to me, to be around people again. My appearance has never gone over well and I’m afraid if the wrong person sees me, it could end…badly,” he gestured at his tattered cheek.

“Because you’re afraid they’ll attack you?” Anon asked.

Adam’s face darkened, the contortion of his features causing the slackened skin of his torn cheek to draw taut and expose more of the red-brown flesh and glints of copper wire underneath, “That, and because I do not know how I will react should they scream and call me ‘monster.’ I may be incited to anger and they may end up dead. I am making my peace with mankind for the sake of Dr. Watson and yourself but I do not yet consider myself friend to the human race. I have not practiced benevolence since my birth and it is coming to me more slowly than I had hoped. Until I am confident that I am master of my rage I wish to avoid provocations.”

He looked down at Anon, studying their face for some sign of condemnation or disgust. He would forgive them if it was there, he knew his ugliness was more than skin deep and he would make allowances for Anon to be repulsed by his nature.

Anon regarded him for a moment, a frown crossing their features. Slowly they held out their hand to him again, reaching out in a gesture of acceptance and unexpected kindness.

Adam swallowed back a lump in his throat and grasped their hand. They smiled softly and led him onward, to a branch in the road where the afternoon sun was swallowed up by dense trees and the cobblestone broke away into to a crooked dirt path that was nearly hidden by foliage. The forest thickened, the air became dense with the sound of birds and the rustle of life moving in the underbrush. The most wonderful lush, green, smell wrapped around them as they descended, deep into the wood.

As they walked Adam was keen to stop and pick interesting blossoms, pulling a small book out of his vest pocket and pressing them between the pages to preserve them. He felt the bark on each tree, running his hands fondly over the knots of gnarled oaks and the deep groves of firs, grinning at the soft mosses and laughing in delight as when they crossed paths with a waddling badger sow and her cubs.

“I saw such creatures in Bavaria.  I know them as Dachse, how are they called in English?”

“Badgers,” Anon replied, unable to keep from grinning, Adam’s joy was infectious and they were glad they had brought him on their hike. As they continued Adam would point out creatures or plants and ask for their English names, which Anon was more than happy to supply. Their walk led them to a small clearing and they agreed it was a good place to rest and eat their lunch.

Pulling a blanket out of their pack anon spread it out so they could sit. Adam, at ease and comfortable in Anon’s presence stretched out on his side with his head propped on his elbow and helped himself to a buttered scone. Though he didn’t need to eat much for sustenance he found himself unable to resist eating for pleasure when the food was a rich pastry. It certainly was a nice change from the unseasoned fish and tough roots he’d had to consume in the artic. He’d considered it lucky when a shipwreck yielded him an apple barrel and he was able to taste fruit again.

As he licked crumbs from his fingers he paused, noticing Anon was watching him with that same affectionate smile from before on their face, “What?” he asked.

Anon buttered their own scone and giggled a little, “Oh, nothing, I’m just glad to see you happy for once.”

Adam smiled back, feeling suddenly shy, “How can I not be happy when I have such a good friend to share their time with me?”

[hypotheticalimagination]

Azriel's Music: Chapter 12

The second date came quickly, and Gabrielle found herself anticipating it with a mix of excitement and nervousness. After their first dinner together, she had though of little else but Azriel--the way he spoke, the small but meaningful touches, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. She had never been one for dates; most of her past relationships had been either rushed, short-lived, or down right horrible. But with Azriel, everything felt different. It felt like it was meant to be, and that scared her in the best way possible.

When he arrived at her door the next afternoon, she couldn't help but smile at how easy it was to feel comfortable with him. He looked even more stunning than before--his usual dark clothes, with the faintest trace of rain still clinging to his wings. His smile was small, but it sent her heart racing, and she knew this would be another night she wouldn't soon forget.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low, but warm.

Gabrielle nodded, adjusting her cloak before stepping outside. "I'm ready."

This time, Azriel suggested a simple walk around the village, something quiet and intimate. They strolled through the bustling streets of Velaris, the city alive with soft laughter and the sounds of people going about their evening. It felt surreal walking beside him, the energy between them undeniable but also comfortable.

"I've never really gotten the chance to explore much of Velaris," Gabrielle admitted, glancing at him. "I spend so much time either working or performing, that I forget about the simple things."

Azriel raised an eyebrow, his expression both intrigued and amused. "There's a lot to see if you're willing to slow down and notice it."

She smiled at that, feeling the truth in his words. She had always been moving, constantly striving for something more, but tonight--tonight she was simply being, walking beside him, enjoying the moment.

As they walked through the village, Gabrielle found herself sharing more than she expected. She told him about her childhood, her family, and the places she longed to visit. Azriel listened intently, his gaze steady but never intrusive. He didn't press for more than she was willing to give, which made her feel like she could open up without fear of judgement.

"I've been to a lot of places," Azriel said quietly, breaking their conversation, "but Velaris..." He paused, looking up at the city's beautiful lights, the distant stars twinkling above. "There's something about it. It's home, even for someone like me."

Gabrielle glanced at him, curiosity sparking in her chest. "You've been places? Like, far away?"

He nodded. "Yes, I've traveled. I've seen...things. Some beautiful, some not so much. But here, it's different. Here, I feel like I can breathe."

The soft tone of his voice made Gabrielle's heart ache. There was a part of him that she was only just beginning to understand, a part that felt deeply rooted in the shadows, but also grounded by the city they were walking through.

"That's...nice," she murmured, her voice quiet, as if the words themselves were sacred.

They continued walking, the air growing chill as the night stretched on. Gabrielle was lost in the simple pleasure of it all when, without warning, she felt the sudden tug on the bottom of her dress.

"Wait--" she gasped, stumbling slightly.

Azriel reached out immediately, his had brushing her arm, steadying her. "Are you alright?"

But it was too late. The hem of dress had caught on a stake in the ground, and before she knew it, she was yanked backward, pulled out of Azriel's grasp as her dress caught firmly on the rough wood.

"Great," she muttered, twisting around to try to free herself. "This is just perfect."

Azriel have her a wry smile, the amusement evident in his eyes. "It's a good thing I'm here, isn't it?"

Gabrielle realised an eyebrow, glancing over at him. "Are you going to help me or just stand there and laugh?"

"I'm not laughing," he replied, the corners of hips lips twitching. "But I might, once we get you unstuck.

With a gentle but firm tug, Azriel stepped behind her and carefully assessed the situation. He placed his hands on the fabric of her dress, gently trying to pull it free from the stake. Gabrielle winced a little at the tug, but she couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous it all felt.

"Thank you," she said, her voice light, as she shifted her weight to make it easier for him to work.

Azriel glanced at her, his eyes full of quiet amusement as he gave another pull, freeing the hem of her dress from the stake. "Next time," he said, "maybe wear something less...catchable."

Gabrielle laughed at his suggestion, a lightness in her chest that had nothing to do with the situation but everything to do with how natural it felt to be with him. "I'll make a note of that."

Azriel helped her steady herself once more, ensuring she was on her feet before stepping back. "Are you sure you're alright? That didn't hurt, did it?"

"No, just a little embarrassed," Gabrielle admitted with a grin, brushing herself off. "But I think I'll survive."

Azriel smiled, his eyes softening. "Good. I'd hate to think I injured my mate on our second date."

Gabrielle felt her heart skip at the word mate, but she didn't pull away or shy from it. Instead, she looked up at him, her gaze steady. "I'm alright," she said agains, this time more firmly. "I don't mind making a fool or myself once in a while."

Azriel's expression softened, his eyes locking on hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're not a fool, Gabrielle." He stepped closer, his tone low, almost a whisper. "And I'd never think of you as one."

Her breath caught in her throat, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. This--this--was what she'd been afraid of . The pull of the bond, the overwhelming feeling of knowing that everything had changed, but not knowing exactly how to navigate it.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet night.

Azriel didn't respond immediately, just studied her with that same unreadable expression. But his presence seemed to wrap around her, comforting and soothing. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and warm.

"Shall we continue?" he asked, offering her his arm. "I believe we still have the village to explore."

Gabrielle took his arm, smiling softly as they began to walk again. The night had been full of unexpected moments--some humorous, some quietly beautiful--but one thing remained certain: with Azriel by her side, she felt more at home than she ever had before.

[westerosoliviapope]

The Heir & Her Dragon (Modern Arianne x Viserys)

As much as he loves cunt—and Prince Viserys Targaryen loves a tight, wet cunt more than most—nothing quite compares to having his cock swallowed by a strong jaw. 

Gods know there's little to love in this miserable sand dune. You can't step outside for five bloody minutes without getting sunburned. Food that doesn't set your mouth and lower intestines on fire is too much to ask. Don't get him started on the vulgarity; the neon sports cars and the gaudy gold jewelry. The water's too hard, the wine too dry, and the women—not that he has access to women outside the palace, his jailers see to that—but he saw the dignitaries who clomped through the palace in their draped fabrics with their noses in the air as if they're Princess Nymeria reincarnated. If he were honest with himself, which he rarely is, he would admit they all remind him too much of the smirking bitch who has had his brother—king of one of the greatest dynasties the world has ever seen—by the hair of his balls for over 30 years. It's no wonder Dornish men know their way around cocks, they probably take it up the ass from their women. 

The man between his legs this morning is Bedwyn. Literally, Bedwyn. Twenty-one with a firm ass and a jawline straight off a statue of the Warrior himself. He even knows how to use his teeth, the light scrape along the head before taking the full length back down his throat has release tingling in Viserys' balls. Fuck. He grabs a fistful of coarse black hair and bucks, groaning as Bedwyn gags around his dick. Gods, he's gonna spill down this little slut's throat. Or maybe on his face. He can just see his seed sliding down the young man's chiseled jaw… 

Naturally, he doesn't notice Oberyn Martell, dressed in his signature black slacks, jacket, and shirt unbuttoned down to his clavicle, watching the action like it's a futbol game or the formula races the Dornish can't get enough of. That is, until Viserys finds his wet cock standing in the open air as Bedwyn scrambles around the suite for his clothes, stuttering apologies to "His Prince." 

Seven fucking hells. 

Smoke. That's what he needs. If he has to talk to this man while his balls shrivel like prunes, he refuses to be sober. Not when the memory of waking up tied to a chair in a damp basement with a sack over his head is never too far behind the sound of Oberyn's voice.  

"It appears you have been a very bad dragon, Prince Viserys…" 

He doesn't bother to cover himself. Fuck that—these are his quarters. Instead, he takes a long drag of sweet lotus leaf, blowing out tangy smoke as he finally speaks. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

For all the nonsense about him being a viper, Oberyn moves more like a jungle cat. Graceful,  predatory, as he strolls in the room with a hand in his pocket. "I see you are enjoying Sunspear's charms." 

"Few and far between that they are—FUCK!" Viserys snaps. Oberyn's snatched open the drapes, bathing the room in the harsh Dornish sunlight, revealing the empty vodka bottles, half-smoked joints, and haphazardly discarded clothes strewn about. Bedwyn never did get around to cleaning. 

"Do you think Sunspear is your whore house, Viserys?" 

From the man who littered the place with his byblows? "That's fucking rich," Viserys grumbles. When the room goes eerily silent and he finds Oberyn staring two black, beady viper eyes through his forehead, he realizes his carelessness. But he doesn't back down. Staring down an infamous psychopath or not, he is a prince of House Targaryen. He bows to no one.

A pesky voice in the back of his head reminds him he'll bow to his soon-to-be wife.

Not to-bloody-fucking-day. 

Despite the twitch in Oberyn's jaw, he remains still. Too still, if you ask Viserys. He looks ready to strike. "Need I remind you why you're here? Or how quickly your fortunes will change should my family rescind our gracious hospitality?" 

Images of Rhaegar's dead-eyed rage demanding his prick placed on a spike outside Dragonstone make Viserys shudder. "No." 

Oberyn nods. "Your valet will be up in five to get you dressed. It's Solstice Family Portrait day." 

Oh, fuck him. A house full of fucking Martells and Oberyn's brood of upjumped muts is just what he needs. 

"Smile, Viserys," Oberyn croons on his way out. "It's the holidays, after all."

************

"You cannot be serious." 

Arianne Martell should have known something was amiss when the family photo shoot was rescheduled. She assumed it was yet another thing she loved—Solstice at Sunspear and all the press around it—snatched away in Father's little temper tantrum. Along with Sylva, her wardrobe, and day-to-day management of her own fucking life. 

She thought she'd at least take solace in the holidays this year. Garibald may be more watchdog than personal secretary, but he had the Office of the Heir running with military precision. Every detail of the shoot had been perfect, down to the rack of Jeyne Fowler originals in Martell red and gold and the brunch buffet in the Sun Tower while she, her cousins, and latest edition to the family, Myrcella, were in hair and makeup. 

It was almost enough to make her forget. Tyene's razor sharp prodding of her sisters, El's boisterous laughter, Sarella's breakdowns of the latest Westeros political dramas, and Obella swooning over tales from Myrcella and Trystane's honeymoon. The mimosas and eggs deviled with spicy dragon peppers and Bellegere Otherys' Solstice album thumping along in the background as they flitted about in their gold satin robes. Even her red gown, albeit demure, was the finest of Myrrish silk, cool and soft to the touch, and draped over her curves like a dream. 

It was almost normal. Until he descended the stairs. 

Twenty minutes late instead of his trademark hour. No love bites this time, or at least with the good sense to have them covered. The very picture of the perfect prince in his red and black baroque silk suit, though he was anything but. 

But she managed—as a woman in power does—not to throttle him. She survived standing at his side during the family photos and even the torturous couples' shots, with his scrawny arm around her waist and too-soft-for-a-man-grown lips under her ear as they posed in front of the Solstice tree, without vomiting. 

She'd only needed blessed relief when Father summoned her to his study, where she poured four fingers of rum, neat. But not even the sweet burn of Myr's finest cask could dull the shrieking panic triggered by Father's news. 

"So not only am I shunned from Solstice in my future seat, but you would have me spend a week alone with Viserys?" 

Father sighed wearily, always so weary. The very sound of her voice exhausts him these days. Then proceeded to speak to her as one does a child. Slowly and carefully, annoyance dripping from the edge of his voice. 

He reminded her again of how long he'd endured her petulance and flouting of the rules. He'd allowed her to stay unmarried through most of her 30s. Turned a blind eye to her discreet affairs because she was, at the very least, good at her job. She had the public wrapped around her pinky finger through her style, charisma, and touch with the common people. It was she who led their charity initiatives, who wielded the power of the press and social media. She seemed, in every way, capable of leading the Principality of Dorne into the future… 

Until Gerold.

One little mistake. That was all it took for Father to lay down the law. He gutted her personal staff, whom he saw as co-conspirators in the affair, and replaced them with lemmings who managed her day to the fucking minute. Starting with that uptight little prick Garibald. He brought in image consultants who purged her closet and draped her in dull, modest frocks. 

And betrothed her to the vile waste of a man he now demanded she spend a "romantic holiday" with at the Water Gardens because this joke of an arrangement was turning into a massive press flop.

Prince Doran Martell of the Sovereign Principality of Dorne never raised his voice. Not when his eldest son, next in the line of succession until Arianne birthed an heir, renounced his title to join an extreme sect of Rh'llor worshippers in Meereen after falling for some religious nut on a diplomatic trip. Not even when the shady investors behind Dorne's Formula 1 bad boy, Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne, attempted to blackmail the Crown with compromising photos and videos of his only daughter.

But the eyes tell it. When Father's soft eyes went truly black, dark and hard as obsidian, negotiations were over. She recognizes the look from when he told her of her pending betrothal. 

"You will marry the Targaryen boy or I will name Trystane my heir." 

"Someday… you will be responsible for the welfare of 45 million people. All of them willful. Some wayward, some even criminal." He folds his hands on the desk and tilts his head. "You mean to tell me you cannot lead a single man?" 

Somehow, it was worse than if he'd just said "yes."

[a-chinese-doll]

A Comedy of Misplaced Affection

Chapter 4: Lesson 3

Warning: Spoiler from Manga

"What kind of woman do you like?" Yuki Tsukumo asks, her finger playfully jabbing at Choso, causing her generous curves to sway enticingly with the motion.

The half-cursed spirit stares at her, clearly bewildered.

"What the hell?" you blurt out, interrupting the moment.

Back to the previous day to understand what is going on...

A couple of days had passed since the night at the Shibuya Hotel, and the three of you had been extremely busy clearing the area of the remaining curses. Fortunately, there were only a few left, and your task was nearing completion.

To your great surprise, after your "second lesson," Choso had begun to behave more affectionately towards you, almost clingy. It wasn't uncommon for him, during moments of calm, to pull you onto his lap and hug you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and praising how good you smelled. He would also approach you to kiss your lips or forehead, and when Yuuji wasn' t around, he would hold you passionately and give you deeper, more intense kisses.

It was the first time someone had treated you this way, and the first time Choso had someone other than his brothers to care for and direct his attention toward. Under normal circumstances, he would have spoiled you and given you everything you desired. But amid chaos, he still tried to give you his all, which, despite its simplicity, was everything you could have wished for.

That afternoon, you had taken a solo stroll through the devastated urban area of Shibuya, leaving Yuuji and him alone.

 “And this is how you eat a woman out” Yuuji-sensei finishes his lesson, waving his phone under Choso' s nose with a porn movie playing on the screen, while they are seated on the stairs of a building.

For nearly an hour, they' ve been watching short videos exploring every possible way to please a woman.

Choso, satisfied with the lesson' s content, nods at his younger brother, his thoughts already racing about when he can apply everything to you.

“This is all I can tell you,” Yuuji declares with a smile. “It' s really strange to see someone as aloof as you being so clingy with Y/n. The change has been abrupt… Did something happen while we were at the hotel?” Yuuji gives his older brother a playful elbow jab.

Choso blushes. “Something like that…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment “…and I' m not clingy”.

“Well, I won' t pry, but… whatever it is, treat her well. She' s a girl who deserves a lot!” Yuuji adds. Choso nods awkwardly.

While they were chatting, they didn' t notice that a figure was approaching.

“What are you guys doing?” you suddenly ask, sneaking up behind them.

The two boys panic, with the porn still playing on the phone' s screen.

“Nothing, nothing,” Yuuji exclaims, waving his hands. Choso jumps up to meet you, but just then, Yuuji' s earbuds run out of battery, and the Bluetooth function fails, causing the phone to play the video on speaker. The deserted streets echo with an erotic “Yamete!” followed by strange sounds of pleasure and moaning.

For a moment, all three of you are silent. Yuuji, clearly flustered, presses every button on his phone to silence it, except for the one he actually needs—the volume.

“Ah… so you were watching porn?” you ask mischievously.

The boy tries to deny the obvious, and Choso defensively responds, “We were just… learning!” he exclaims.

“Learning?” you ask, amused, while raising your eyebrow.

“Yes, just learning. I obviously have eyes only for you,” Choso whines, preoccupied that you might be angry, even though you' re clearly amused by his response.

“Ah, so you weren' t looking at other girls'  boobs?” you tease.

“No, absolutely not. I only look at yours. The most beautiful, the only ones I would touch, and I' d stay close to day and night if I could,” Choso states. You burst into loud laughter. Meanwhile, Yuuji watches the scene, perplexed.

Can anyone be so direct… especially in front of his “younger brother”?

“Choso, I' m joking. There' s nothing wrong with watching that kind of movies, and besides, Yuuji' s a teenager; it' s all normal,” you say.

“Anyway, I'm sorry…I just wanted to learn how to eat you out” he confesses, utterly shameless. His statement is enough to make your eyes roll back. You can' t help but take a deep breath, exhaling through your nose like a snorting horse.

You give Yuuji a warning look. All these terms Choso is learning come from his lessons on women and relationships. Not that it bothers you that he's later eager to "practice with you," but a pure and naive mind like his shouldn't be filled with such improper concepts. Itadori gives you an embarrassed smile in retour.

“Choso… these things… shouldn' t be shouted in public. They' re things you don' t say at all, it's not socially appropriate you know…” you scold him as if you' re reprimanding a child.

“I' m sorry,” he replies with a mortified look. “But it' s true; I wasn' t watching those videos for… the videos themselves… but for you,” he justifies.

“Come on, really, it' s not a big deal. Don' t be so embarrassed,” you reassure him. “And you can look at other girls too; you' re not my boyfriend after all” you say, emphasizing that there isn' t a clear label between you two, big mistake.

“Ouch,” Yuuji exclaims, highlighting how your statement, even though meant as a joke, is a heavy blow.

Choso' s face momentarily falls at your declaration, a hurt expression quickly replacing his usual calm appearance. Something snaps within him, and his eyes darken with disappointment. Without a word, he steps closer, his usual submissive nature giving way to a sudden, unexpected dominance. He grabs your wrist with a firm grip and pulls you towards the wall, the intensity in his gaze making it clear that he' s no longer in the mood for playful banter.

“What do you mean by THAT?” he demands, his voice low and charged with emotion. There' s a sharp edge to his tone, a stark contrast to his typical gentle demeanor.

You blush deeply, your words stumbling out in a stammer. “I—I didn' t mean it like that. I just…”

You stop, silenced by his admonitory expression. He watches you mutely, his imposing aura, crushing on you. “Tsk” is the only sound he utters, but it leaves no room for ambiguity. His gaze holds you captive, making it clear that he expects an explanation. You struggle to find the right words, your heart pounding as you try to convey your feelings without adding to the confusion. “I just… I didn' t mean to dismiss what we have,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling. “I was just trying to explain…”

He remains unmoved, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his stare showing that this is not something he will let slide easily. “Explain what?” he asks, his tone still low but with an edge of frustration. “Explain why you made it sound like our relationship doesn' t matter?”

Choso releases your wrist and turns his back to you walking away, giving you space to gather your thoughts. “What was that?” you ask, baffled at what you think is an exaggerated reaction, but Choso doesn’t respond. His silence leaves you even more confused, and you glance over at Itadori with a look of bewilderment that says, What the hell is happening?

Yuuji shrugs, touching the back of his neck, as he watches his older brother, clearly furious, walk away, almost holding his breath. You quicken your pace to catch up with him. "Hey, what's with you all of a sudden... I didn' t want to say something to bother you!" Before you can grab his sleeve, Yuuji claps his hands behind you.

Two massive curses leap out of the water under the bridge you're walking on.

Was this perhaps a diversion to keep you from arguing?

The confrontation is inevitable.

"Yuuji, what the hell were you thinking? Have you attracted the attention of the curses? " you ask angrily.

"Fight and don't argue. Ganbatte," he replies playfully.

Contrary to expectations, the battle concludes quite quickly, but neither of you had anticipated that you would soon have to face two major figures in the world of sorcery: Naoya Zenin, looking for Megumi, and Yuuta Okkotsu, tasked with hunting down Yuuji.

*-*-*-*-*-*-SPOILER *-*-*-*-*-*-

You were already familiar with Yuuta, although you had never had direct contact with him; Gojo had spoken of him often. Aware of the gravity of the situation, you decide to follow Yuuji to assist him in the fight. "Choso, I'll leave this other individual to you," you shout as you chase after Yuuta and Yuuji. Choso engages in a close-quarters battle with Naoya, emerging semi-conscious but alive. Fortunately, Yuuta's intention was not to kill Yuuji but to protect him, as he explains, since Yuuji is "dear to people he cares about." As you all sit around a fire, you sense that, with Geto' s disappearance and the ensuing chaos, the situation is gradually evolving, and from there, you would soon have the revelation of the twisted plan behind the Culling Games.

It is the decision made around the bonfire after that discussion that night, that brings you back to the starting point at Tengen-sama’s palace, in the presence of Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta and the special grade sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki.

"What kind of woman do you like?" Yuki Tsukumo asks, her finger playfully jabbing at Choso, causing her generous curves to sway enticingly with the motion.

The half-cursed spirit stares at her, clearly bewildered.

"What the hell?" you blurt out, interrupting the moment.

You turn to Yuki, grabbing her finger and lowering her hand with a firm grip. Her expression shows clear annoyance at your action.

"He's not on the market, sweetheart!" you snap, your nostrils flaring. "Having those big tits and a great body doesn't give you the right to flirt with everyone," you add, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your reaction perplexes everyone present, and Yuuji chuckles to himself

"Oh, forgive me, is he your boyfriend?" Yuki teases.

"Well..." you start to explain, but Choso interferes.

Seriously, he never talks, and now he decides to speak?

"She says I AM NOT" he cuts in abruptly.

Yuki, swinging her long blonde locks under your nose, wraps her arm around Choso's and repeats her question with a flirtatiously tone, "What kind of woman do you like?" as she pulls him away from you towards the palace entrance. Despite his impassive expression, Choso seems to play along.

“Bitch” You follow them, cursing under your breath. "I swear I' ll crush that little head of yours with my delicate hands..."

After encountering the Master Tengen, learning about the situation, and getting a grasp on Geto's plans, it's requested that two members of your group stay behind to guard the place.

Your jaw drops when you hear both Choso and Yuki declaring their availability to stay there.

"No way, no way, no way," you interject, waving your hands between them. “I won't leave this witch alone with him! We’re staying here as a trio," you yell, shooting a murderous glare at Tsukumo, who looks at you amused.

*-*-*-*-*-*-END OF SPOILER *-*-*-*-*-*-

Yuuji, Megumi and Yuuta’s departure marks the turning point for you. With them gone, you're now confined to Tengen's palace as a bodyguard. You are now stuck in a small tearoom, once again alone with Choso, who seems intent on ignoring you. Tsukumo and Tengen are outside, discussing future events.

"Are you really playing along with her?" you ask Choso sharply, bringing a cup to your lips and sipping some tea, your mind still focused on what happened outside the entrance.

He pays no attention.

"HEY...Where did the affectionate Onii-chan I'm used to go?" you ask, your tone interrogative.

Choso pretends not to hear you once again, letting out a low growl as he crosses his arms and closes his eyes, turning his face to the opposite side.

"Choso!" you shout, " Why are you acting like this? It's been two days now! If it's because of what I said... I was just joking... or rather, it's not like we are..." your voice trails off, uncertain.

Choso's eyes snap open as he leans toward you, slamming his hands on the squared table placed in the center of the room. "Well, I don' t want you joking about these things! Bonds are important to me, nothing to make light of. "

"But... I didn' t think it would..." you try to defend yourself.

He interrupts you sharply. "I would never look at other women, EVER!" His gaze is fixed on you, intense. His eyes reveal pure sincerity before his brow furrows slightly. "Just as I don' t want you looking at other men."

You gasp at his words, your heart skipping a beat. Your mind races as the seriousness of his declaration sinks in. 

"What am I supposed to think if you tell me that I can look at other girls, that you can also look at other guys?!” he asks frustrated “I want your thoughts to be ON ME alone... and I don' t want there to even be the faintest possibility that you' d think about anyone else," he confesses, revealing the reason behind his recent behavior.

You let out a deep sigh. "Choso... I didn't mean to hurt you..." you try to explain.

"I don't care about the labels that define our bond, neither... but the dismissive way you referred to ME the other day, regarding what I am to you..." his words come out as a whisper, the voice trembling.

"I understand... I'll be more careful with my words next time," you reply, lowering your gaze.

Choso reaches out, placing his hand on your chin, lifting your face so you have no choice but to look at him. There' s an assertiveness and dominance in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"On paper, I might not be your boyfriend, but my feelings likely go beyond that fleeting and material concept your society has created, and this is why I want you to think about me all the time, the way I think about you," he leans closer. You quiver under his touch, your heart pounding in your chest while you listen to his words "I' d do anything for you, anything, and all these emotions I can't quite understand... I feel them because of you. It's thanks to you that I feel almost fully human."

Your breath catches in your throat, and an inexplicable warmth floods your chest, your heart racing faster. You can barely process what he just said. "I didn' t realize..." you murmur, your cheeks flushing. You search his face for any sign of hesitation, but all you see is raw sincerity.

"I like you so much it almost hurts," he continues, his voice low and genuine. "And even though I'm not great with words, my actions show it—the way I act when I'm with you... I like you so much... that I feel ridiculous, even right now..."

He pauses, taking a deep breath. "I feel ridiculous because...I can' t help but think about you, imagining us together... I can' t avoid thinking about what I can do to make you happy. Until recently, I was completely unfamiliar with what it meant to have intimacy with someone, but now I can' t help but crave it... I can' t help but think I want to give you pleasure, and I want to give it to you always... even now..." he drags his words.

The air between you feels electric, giving you goosebumps.

" I want to eat you out… until the only thing on your mind is me—me and only me," his words are nearly a whisper. “These are the lingering thoughts I've had over the last two days, even while I was angry with you”.

Choso, is that really you? Is this some rehearsal from a video you watched with Yuuji? Because your acting is impeccable.

Although his confession is thrilling and almost gets you wet instantly, you try to stay rational. Thoughts swirl in your head, battling the intense desire his words ignite within you. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to take a steadying breath.

"What?! No, no, no, what are you talking about? We're in Tengen' s palace, things like that are not allowed here!" your words come out in panic, trying to make him understand the impossibility of fulfilling what he' s declared.

Choso' s gaze is intense, possessive, though almost pleading "But I need it... right now..."

You swallow hard. "I...I..." Your voice falters, incapable of forming a complete sentence.

Choso' s hand slides from your chin to your arm, pulling you toward him as he kisses you passionately.

"Please..." he adds, his voice dripping with desperation. "You' re an obsession for me... and the only way to put an end to these obsessive thoughts is to give in to them..."

My god, how can you resist those eyes... and how can you resist his begging voice?

"Ah... I... I guess... you' ve already gotten some explanations on how to do it?" you give in, embarrassed, covering your face with your hand.

"I'll do my best," he grins, guiding you down onto the tatami mat and helping you sit.

"This is the first time you're seeing me completely naked," you breathe softly.

"I know... and you have no idea how much I've wanted this. I' m sure you'll be the most beautiful sight nature has ever created," he replies.

You blush at his comment, sliding gently onto your elbows and stretching toward him.

"I don' t think we' re going to get anywhere if you don' t at least take off your lower clothes," he teases.

Do you really think you can tease me? It will take you years of practice to reach my level.

You nod, meeting his daring gaze. "Would you do it for me?" Your proposal shifts the dynamics completely.

Choso' s face flushes bright red, his throat drying up, his earlier assertiveness slowly melting into uncertainty and shyness.

“Did I say something wrong?” you ask, grinning as you notice his reaction.

"I... I... okay," he stammers, his voice wavering with embarrassment.

With trembling hands, he touches the waistband of your pants, staring at it as his breathing becomes heavier. He looks up at you, silently asking for further permission and meeting your smile of approval.

He grabs the edge of your garment, slowly sliding it down your legs and carefully placing it beside him.

"My God..." is the only thing he can mumble as his eyes land on your lingerie. His body reacts instantly, hardening at the sight.

"Well... you should take that off too," you say, pointing at your underware with a smirk.

Choso nods, his awkwardness clearly taking over once again. Grabbing the thin fabric, he pulls it down hesitantly, anticipation written all over his face. The lingerie slides down your legs, leaving you fully exposed to his gaze.

His breath catches in his throat as his eyes lock onto the sight in front of him, wide in awe and disbelief. For a moment, it's as if time stops—he doesn' t even blink, too entranced to look away. His hands tremble, unsure of what to do next, while his chest rises and falls noticeably as he tries to steady his breathing. The intensity of the moment almost overwhelms him. His pupils dilate, and a sharp breath escapes his lips as he stares, speechless, his gaze lingering on every detail as if witnessing something sacred.

You chuckle softly, breaking the tension. "Choso, are you okay?"

"Yes..." he replies after a bit, still breathless, "That' s so...cute."

You giggle at his definition.

Cute was the last word you would' ve used to describe a pussy in such a moment, but it was probably the only thing that came to his mind as his brain struggled to process the situation.

"Can I?" he asks tentatively, slowly reaching his fingers toward your most intimate area and leaning forward.

"Of course," you reply, reassuring him. "Do you need any... guidance?"

Choso nods. "Well... maybe…"

You lift yourself, gently taking his hand and guiding it toward your folds. "See, you can touch me here, rub gently... you can even slip a finger inside... or two... or three, depending..." You blush as you say this, "It all depends on how wet I am."

And from the way your cunt is already glistening, it’s obvious that three fingers would slip in easily.

"This is the spot where I'm most sensitive," you confess, pointing to your clitoris. "If you massage it... touch it... it brings me a lot of pleasure."

Choso places one hands on your knee, his gaze fixed intently on the way you guide his other hand over your intimate areas. He can’t hold back the words any longer, his voice low and filled with desire.

"I want to bury my face in that," he blurts out.

You gasp at his sudden eagerness. "...Well... yes, you can use your tongue too," you reply, feeling your heart race at the thought. “I suppose you saw that kind of video too…”

He gradually moves closer to your folds, sliding a finger along your upper and lower labia. He presses his thumb on your clitoris, earning a soft moan from you.

He looks at you again, mesmerized by the sound that just escaped your lips. Encouraged by such celestial music, he gently presses and rub his thumb again, causing you to tremble and moan once more. You can' t help but slide down onto your elbows again, feeling yourself submit to his touch. He watches you crumble beneath him, experiencing for the first time this kind of dominance over you—and he likes it.

His erection hardens even more, and he instinctively reaches down with his other hand to adjust himself, as the pressure is beginning to cause discomfort.

Watching you breathe in ragged gasps, Choso makes the bold decision to devour you. He lifts your legs, parting them with a tender touch, and positions himself between them. His breath warms your sensitive skin as he starts to explore with soft, deliberate kisses. He trails his lips and tongue along your inner thighs, savoring the scent and taste of your arousal. When he finally reaches your pussy, he begins to work with a rhythm that' s alternates between gentle and rough, his tongue flicking and teasing in an intricate dance. Being his first time, he struggles to perfectly target your most sensitive spot, but his eagerness and determination are evident. He adjusts his movements, trying to find the right pace, his focus solely on bringing you pleasure. His actions are guided by your reactions, each sound and shift inspiring him to continue with greater focus, becoming increasingly more purposeful. He alternates between slow, languid strokes and more urgent, insistent movements, ensuring every touch brings you closer to the edge of bliss.

Listening to your previous words, he tries to insert his index finger into your wet folds. The finger slides in immediately, so he adds his middle finger as well. Feeling your body contract and tremble, he slows down for a moment, looking at his fingers coated in your juices, and then turns his gaze toward you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.

"You... you're doing really well... please... add the third one," you gasp blissfully.

He obeys without hesitation, sliding his ring finger in alongside the others. At the same time, he buries his head between your legs again, his tongue zeroing in on your clitoris with focused intensity.

The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you makes you tremble uncontrollably. Your elbows give way, and with a soft thud, you collapse onto the tatami. The sensations are overwhelming, the pressure he's applying makes you ecstatic, your fluids spilling out in copious amounts.  

Choso pulls back for a moment, analyzing the situation. Though he's not accustomed to a woman's reactions to pleasure, he understands one thing clearly—your cunt is dripping, and you're squirting for him. Something primal ignites within him. Without hesitation, he dives back in, lapping up every drop of your fluids as if savoring a forbidden delicacy.

"My god... I don’t think I' ll ever eat anything that isn' t you again," he declares, the possessiveness in his voice making you shiver, as you start to thrust your hips against his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Do that directly on my tongue, please," he demands, a desperate, pleading undertone to his request.

He thrusts his fingers back inside you, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. You try to muffle your moans with your hand, but Choso is not having it.

"Moan for me," he insists, his voice low and intense. "I want to hear you scream for me."

You' re hesitant—knowing that Tsukumo and Tengen could return any moment makes you reluctant to let your voice out.

Choso grabs your free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours in an attempt to stop you from covering your mouth, as if trying to feel every tremor in your body and hear every moan you make.

"Choso, no," you plead breathlessly, pulling your hand from his hair to cover your lips, but he reaches out for it as well, going on in his ministrations, relentlessly stimulating you with his tongue.

"I' m coming again," you gasp, your uncontrollable whimpers coming out from your lips. "Oh, Choso..." You can’t hold back the overwhelming urge to scream his name.

He braces himself, ready to welcome another wave of your delight, your fluids spilling all over his tongue. He licks you clean, savoring every drop until his own body betrays him. His cock hardens to the point of unbearable tension, and without even touching himself, he cums inside his boxers with a sensual growl, completely lost in the heat of the moment.

However he doesn' t falter, and once he reaches his climax, he rises to his knees, pulling you up with him while grabbing you by your legs. Your lower body is now suspended in the air while he continues his relentless assault on your clit. Your shirt slips, revealing your embroidered bra in plain sight.

You desperately try to grab onto something, but the only thing beneath your fingers is the tatami. You tense your shoulders, doing your best to support the weight of your body, even though Choso lifts you with an incredible ease.

He slides his tongue deeper into your pussy, swirling inside it and brushing the tip of your clit with his nose. Then, withdrawing his tongue, he travels back up your lips until he reaches your clit again.

"Please, there," you beg when his tongue flicks over your sensitive spot.

An intense pleasure builds deep in your lower abdomen. "Choso, I'm so close," you pant, your moans growing louder as your body tenses, as if a surge of electricity is running through you.

Perceiving you trembling, he lowers you back onto the tatami, allowing to wrap your legs tightly around his head. His face is pressed firmly against your drenched core as he continues licking, determined to bring you to your peak.

You let out a scream, your body shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure coursing through you like an unstoppable wave. Your moans echo in the room as you try to muffle them by biting down on your lip, but the intensity of the sensation makes it impossible to hold back completely.

Your orgasm, flowing out in thicker, whiter streams, continues to coat Choso's tongue. He savors every drop of your milky juices as if he's never tasted anything like it. You are sweet and intoxicating—an experience unlike anything he's ever known.

As you lay there, enveloped in the warm haze of pleasure, he pulls away from your legs, almost regretfully, rising to his knees again to watch your figure sprawled out on the tatami mat. You're panting, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to catch your breath, your messy hair partially covering your face, and your bra exposed.

"You taste even better than I thought," he pants, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The sight of you, helpless and blissful, surrendering to his dominance—in such stark contrast to your usual boldness—is for him an entrancing revelation. For a moment, he's unsure how to react, unaccustomed to such dynamics. On one hand, seeing you so vulnerable and at his mercy gives him a sense of control he never knew he craved. But then, snapping back to reality, he rushes toward you, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he asks, amost worried, "Are you okay?!" fearing he might have done something wrong.

You open your eyes to find him just inches away, his expression tense and concerned. You reach up and gently caress his cheek.

"I'm fine... I've never felt better," you reassure with a tender smile.

His tense expression softens as he hears your words, he exhales deeply, his shoulders relaxing. The intensity in his eyes shifts to a softer, more affectionate gaze, and he leans into your touch, kissing your hand. "I'm glad," he murmurs, voice filled with tenderness and lingering awe.

You cup his face with both hands, then gently push his strands of hair back. "Thank you... Onii-chan," you say, looking into his eyes. "Please, don' t be angry with me ever again."

He lets out a light, relieved chuckle, the tension of the previous day completely disappearing as he responds, "I won' t, I promise."

For the other chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

[vilithshaven]

Hello! I freaking LOVE your yandere Venti and Kaeya finding sagau! Darling! Poor Darling didn’t even get to enter Mond and they got yoinked 😂 May I request the same scenario but with Zhongli and Xiao? Gotta give our Liyue boys some love. But no seriously everyone be going nuts over poor Darling like me on my non existent nintendo switch 😂 (🥲 Santa can you hear me?) Thank you and take care!

YANDERE FINDING GOD!DARLING FIRST // Ft. Zhongli & Xiao

TW: yandere behavior, kidnapping, drugging

Here you go! Our guilty pleasure for yanderes comes to shine once again. Hope you enjoy~

-Vin & Lilith

ZHONGLI

Zhongli knows you're here the moment you step into the Harbor, your divine presence calling out to him. You thought you'd have to explore the beautiful city by yourself, but before you could even decide where to go, the handsome funeral parlor consultant came rushing up to you.

He easily plays his haste off with a smile and a "You look lost. Let me help you". Zhongli introduces himself and takes your hand, placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles. His amber easy sparkle up at you, and you hesitantly smile back at him as you give him your name.

Despite your reservations towards the Geo Archon, knowing just what he did in the past and that he isn't in fact human, you walk alongside him while he shows you Liyue Harbor and it's various sights to visit. The stroll and talks about various topics put you at ease and at the end of the day, you agree to letting him take you to his home to stay the night before you travelled on.

You thought he lived inside the bustling city, but he leads you in the direction of the Dunyu Ruins. You don't question it, just accept the fact that he most likely enjoyed his peace out here.

His house is a small cottage barely out of sight from the main path leading back into the city. It's quaintly decorated and feels almost like home to you.

Zhongli offers you a cup of tea and you accept. Your nose wrinkles at the bitter smell, but the tea itself tasted great and calms your body. You sigh and lean back into the couch (when did you sit down?). Your sight blurs and soon you're asleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Zhongli had spiked your tea with a herb that would quickly put you to sleep and keep you under for a while. Enough time to move you again to his secret hideout and chain you to your room, which he had created a long time ago in preparation.

His arms slip under your body and easily pick you up, and he takes a deep breath of your smell. His pupils dilate and it takes all of his willpower not to indulge in his wants. There'd be enough time for that once you're safely in your room and submit to him fully.

His own, personal god.

XIAO

Xiao noticed your presence since you arrived at Wangshu Inn, you were a new being among the usual humans but he could vaguely remember feeling your presence before, many years ago.

The realization of who you are, promptly scared him. You are a divine being among Teyvat's mortals, above any of the current Archons.

He did not deem himself worthy to be near you, his karmic debt and past sins haunted him everyday, reminding him that he did not deserve to breathe the same air as you.

So for a long time, he avoided you completely. The adeptus would not let himself be within the same lands as you. Though he kept good tabs on you, making sure you were safe. The wind helping him hear your voice every now and then, blessing his ears.

Everytime Xiao heard you, he would have to calm down his racing heart. For once his heart thumped out of admiration instead of the pain he constantly endures.

But one day your voice screamed for him, his name fell out of your mouth in terror, making him quickly teleport over to your side despite his promise to himself.

The adeptus had caught you mid air and landed safely onto the ground, your form clung onto his for dear life before promptly passing out from shock.

Xiao didn't know what to do, you were in his arms. Something he never, ever, imagined would happen. He gripped onto your body tightly and brought you closer to his chest, breathing in your scent.

A calmness washed over him, his usual tense and rigid body now relaxing and melting into yours. He hated himself for no letting you go right away, degrading himself for staying there for the sole purpose to hold onto you.

Only then did he realize that he did not feel his karmic debt, the pain being taken away in your presence. This just made his grip on you even tighter, his nails digging into your skin as his nose buried even further into your hair.

With you around, he could properly heal..he would no longer need to rely on specially made pain killers. He would no longer suffer, if he had you.

Dark and selfish thoughts swarmed his head, taking over his guilt and shame. His eyes flickered with possessiveness as they trailed over your sleeping figure, it would be so easy to take you right now.

After all you called out his name, you already trusted him. Don't you owe him for saving your life? It's only fair.

[pixiemunsons]

a rendezvous (b.b)

a/n: bridgerton has awoken something in me. sorry I just can’t explain it. have this instead

semi public sex, nods to first time sex, benedict is a wh*re and i want him to fuck me x

you were walking through the garden alone. the sun was creeping down below the horizon on a balmy spring night, just the right weather for a stroll. you were observing the lovingly pruned flowers when, suddenly, you were pushed face first into a nearby hedge, shock shooting through you at the feeling of two large hands pressing against your waist.

‘what are you doing?!’ you cried, pushing back against your mystery assailant. one of the hands left your corset, and a thick finger ran itself through a curl just behind your left ear. a warm, familiar voice breathed out, ‘only me, my love.’

you turned around angrily, placing your hands on benedict’s chest as if to push him. he caught both before you got the chance, holding them either side of your head. he was looking at you in the most unusual way, a darkness to his gaze and a smirk on his lips. ‘my lord, if we get caught in such a position…’ benedict’s smirk gave way to a bout of light laughter, and you raised your eyebrows indignantly.

‘but, my lady,’ he leaned closer, breath tickling your lips and a funny tingling feeling erupting in your lower stomach, ‘who is around to catch us?’

you all of a sudden found that you had subconsciously leaned into him, lips now mere inches from one another, breath hot. he smelt like peppermint and something distinctly herby that you couldn’t quite place. 

‘sir, my honour…’

‘are you implying that i have none, my lady?’

you looked into his eyes, affronted. ‘no, my lord, but we are merely courting. if the ton was to hear of this, if my mama was to hear of this.’ your words were more for yourself than him, as you desperately ignored the stirring of what you now recognised as pleasure between your legs. ‘why are you here, anyway?’

it was his turn to look surprised. ‘if you do not wish for my company, my lady, i shall take my leave.’ he withdrew his hands from yours and turned as if to walk away, but almost as if from instinct, you grabbed him by the shoulders and threw yourself into him, breasts pushing into his chest and arms slung around his neck, feet almost a foot off the ground. benedict looked down at you in a mixture of surprise and that same darkness, before crashing his lips into yours with an intensity that left you simultaneously pushing him away and curling your fingers into his shirt, desperate to draw him closer. he forced himself away, chest heaving with exertion and a wild, almost feral look in his eyes.

‘my lady, if you continue, i will not be able to hold myself back. there are a great many things racing through my mind right now, and each and every one involves stripping you of any honour and virtue you might have. if it is what you desire, i will marry you tomorrow, but please, please, allow me to have you.’

he could see that his words left you stunned, mind running over his words - what did he intend to show you? he almost thought you’d say no, but you spoke in such a small yet unknowingly seductive tone; ‘if you will marry me, show me what a husband does to his wife.’

benedict launched himself at you, breath sucked from your lungs as he ripped at your clothes. your dress was stripped from your chest, and almost straight away his lips, his tongue, were on you, licking and nipping and sucking at your exposed décolletage. the corset you wore was soon dispatched in the same manner, ribbon ripped right down the middle as your breasts became exposed to the man in front of you. you could not, would not, stop the breathy moans that erupted from you as he continued his ministrations, tongue tracing in one continuous line from your left nipple up to your mouth. he licked his way into your hot mouth, kissing away your whimpers and gasps as his hands continued what he had started.

you pushed him away, fingers falling to the buttons of his shirt hurriedly, desperate to see benedict as he saw you. he panted as you pulled his shirt apart, fingers dipping in and out of his waistline in an attempt to touch him everywhere.

‘i want… i want to spend all night showing you… showing you all the things i wish to do to you.’ benedict panted as you repeated his actions, kissing and licking down his neck clumsily as your hands spread across the expanse of his chest and stomach. ‘but we don’t have time.’

you looked up into his eyes, a mischievous glint in your own. ‘i thought there was no one around, my lord?’ his stony face peered back into your own. ‘don’t be smart, you know anyone could come along. and anyway,’ he pinched your nipple, grinning at the gasp he ripped from your throat, ‘ i simply have to have you.’

at once, he gripped your thighs, pulling down your underwear and eliciting a cry from you. his face disappeared under your skirt as you braced yourself with your hands on his head, almost fainting when you felt his tongue on your most intimate of places. ‘bene- my lord! what ever are you doing?!’ you half moaned, half cried as he fervently licked and sucked at the place between your legs, much like he had your breasts. ‘i,’ you heard him gasp as his movements stopped, ‘am readying you for what is to come.’

you were puzzled, eyebrows furrowing as suddenly what felt like a long, slender finger at first brushed up against and then pushed into you, legs buckling under you. it felt so good but so wrong, and you wanted more and yet nothing all at once. benedict rose to his feet, kissing you as his right hand continued its work under your skirt. his lips tasted sweet and almost tangy, and you made note to ask him why it tasted like that. a second finger soon joined his first, and you were like clay under his grasp, mouldable and pliant. at once, he withdrew, a desperate whine pulling itself at once from your throat.

he gave you a long kiss, looking deep into your eyes. ‘my love, what i am about to do will hurt. but it is how one is joined in matrimony, and how i wish to join with you every day for the rest of our lives.’ tears pricked your eyes at the sudden fiery intensity at which he was looking at you, and you gave him another kiss before he gently pushed you, turning you around to brace yourself against the hedge and lean over, back arched. ‘it will only hurt for a moment.’

you heard a clicking and the dropping of something heavy on the floor behind you, and then there was something warm and thick and heavy pressing where benedict’s fingers had been just moments before. you felt him push against you, and suddenly it was within you, still as heavy and warm and thick but now a part of you, and once again tears spilled at the corners of your eyes. you could feel benedict’s hips flush against yours, and he was muttering into your ear ‘so good, you’re so good my love, so beautiful for me.’

he pulled back ever so slightly before rolling his hips against yours, a shock of pleasure shooting from in-between your legs, up your back and straight to your head. a moan escaped your lips, and he took this as incentive to push faster, thrusting hard against you as he gasped and moaned at the feeling, and you imagined he might feel as good as you do. the stirring in your belly had become a hurricane, twisting and pulling and building to a crescendo of pleasure that had you gasping and writhing as he plunged into you, waiting and waiting until suddenly, harshly, the band snapped and you were plunged into a world of heaven. the feeling spread down every limb, into your very fingertips and your ears and every strand of hair. you felt benedict pull from you reluctantly, swearing as he chased his own release in his hand, moaning your name as he finally found it.

you turned to him as you gathered your skirts, stuffing your ruined corset down the top of your dress as you hastily rebuttoned it. you pulled your beloved into a fiery kiss, grabbing his face and pushing your tongue into his mouth. ‘i must take my leave before we are caught, my lord.’ you began to walk away, but turned back, that mischievous glint present once more. ‘i’ll be expecting to see you with a ring tomorrow.’

───✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰*.:。✧*.。:。*.。✱ ───

you collapsed into bed, a grin on your face despite the throbbing between your legs that was slowly creeping down your thighs, a constant reminder of the difficulty you would have walking the next day. you didn’t even look up as your bedroom door opened, only opening your eyes when you could sense the figure crouching next to you.

‘thank you, my love,’ your husband murmured as he stroked your face with his left hand, an adoring gaze fixated on your exhausted figure.

‘whatever for, my lord?’ you asked, squinting up at benedict, a smirk playing on your lips. he took your hand and placed a gentle kiss to it, squeezing it reassuringly.

‘allowing me to recreate our very first time, but this time in our very own home and not in the grounds of your father’s,’ he whispered, and you faked a scandalised expression.

‘as if i would ever allow such a rake as yourself to deflower me in the gardens of my own home, against a hedge never the less!’ you held your hand to your mouth in an exaggerated gasp. ‘it was against a tree, i’ll have you know, my husband.’

benedict grinned once more as he rolled over onto of you, trapping you against the bed.

‘how about here, in our very own bed?’

‘oh now, i do believe that that can be arranged.’

[villainworshiper]

Dom!reader x sub!Steven + “Admit it to yourself”? 🙏🏻

Admit it to yourself

Hope you like it i personally loved to write this!

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Coming home was always comforting and even more so after an unstructured date, a little street food and a stroll around the square was something you and Steven enjoyed doing. It was no wonder either that he wanted to shower you with kisses once you walked through the door.

There was something, at first it wasn't so obvious but to your eyes it was now as clear as day. His kisses were always affectionate, Steven was clearly more demonstrative in private than around people and you were pretty sure it was shyness but there was something that went unnoticed until now. In his eyes he craved the attention you were giving him, while holding his hand or giving him compliments left him excited there was something else that set his heart racing.

Little by little you realized that in his eyes he craved more than your physical attention, he craved the fact that you would come up with something, some gesture that would make him break out in a cold sweat, some touch or suggestive words said in front of a group of friends that maybe no one would understand but he clearly would.

Exhibitionism? Maybe not directly but you could see how much he liked the forbidden, being close to being discovered.

You let him kiss all over your face at his pleasure, he looked so amused that you could very well lead him to the center of the apartment.

"Would you do me a favor, babe?" You initiated with a soft tone to capture his sweet attention. "Get on your knees."

Not for a minute did he hesitate to drop, not caring if he had hit the wood too hard he fell to your feet so that you still standing had his face at your hand level. You traced the outline of his hair, those curls that fell so armed on his  forehead while Steven closed his eyes as if your touch was the most worthy of endowments. Your fingers traced circles on his jaw finishing by leaving a thumb above his lips giving him the clear signal that it was his duty to open his mouth.

The window curtains were wide open and although it was likely that no one could see you knew that Steven's five senses were alert at that moment, anyone could peek over the balcony and see him completely subdued to just your hands on his face.

"Please." He murmured so low that if you weren't both in complete silence you wouldn't have heard him.

You lowered one of your shoes to his crotch and lightly pressed the already forming bulge, hearing the first moan of many. You loved his perfect lips but much more you loved watching them open for you and let out those sweet sounds.

"You like that don't you?" You said, another moan came from his mouth he didn't need any words for you to form a smile and keep adding pressure to his ache between his needy legs spearing a little for you.

Steven wrapped his arms around your legs to draw you to him, still with one hand in the curves of his curls you felt the warm breath of his panting at the level of your stomach as he exhaled heavier and heavier from the pressure on his crotch, he was almost as desperate as one who finds water in the desert and buries his face in it, you were his paradise, his most real hallucination.

Thanks to the friction his arms became jelly, you knew how to make it a sweet torture and every time the tip of your shoe rubbed against the tip of his erection you felt his whole body tremble in a chaotic mess.

"Take me, please I can't.." Steven said, this game was too much for him to not wanting you slamming him into the bed.

You steped back hearing a little whimpering of complaining and looked at his messy and sweaty face.

"Admit it to yourself." His mind was trying to process what you said suddenly in need to think when his brain was like a plate of molasses.

"You like being my toy, but you never admit how pretty you look like it."

You wanted reassurance on him, he was a very insecure man before even dating you had to remind him it was not a joke when you confessed so this was something serious. You didn't want to break the moment but you needed him being secure about himself because he indeed was pretty.

"I-I don't think I am."

A dead silence for a minute made him think yoy were mad but no, you looked down at him with a not so innocent smile.

"So you don't mind me showing it to you?" Still standing you guided him to turn and meet his own reflection. You behind him knelt down to his level.

"W-what..l-love?"

Your hands quickly unbottoned his pants and pull them down to his knees exposing his already hard cock into his wet boxers, a zone that you didn't doubt twice in taking with your free hand to start massaging slowly. Your fingers fiddled with how sensitive Steven was feeling and you could feel it in the way his thighs were trembling now colored in a shiny shade thanks to the sweat.

"Open your eyes or else I will stop honey." Your threats were so sweet they almost didn't seem like one even though Steven could pick them up and obey perfectly, opening his eyes to fixate on the reflection of his body generating spasms thanks to your hands.

"Aren't you a pretty thing?" You asked again, his moans were louder as he got closer to climax, you didn't even care if he answered just seeing him in the reflection of that big mirror as you grabbed his hair was an image that answered all your questions.

"Touch me more, please..."

His hips went up desperately trying to coax you into digging your hand to touch him directly but still holding your urge you ignored his prayers and instead Steven got a squeeze on his crotch hard enough to make him moan out loud unabashedly and his knees slip a little on the wood.

"L-Love?"

"Hmh?"

You where so calmed besides your own arousal that only a few seconds took you to process what Steven needed. You lifted his sweater and brought the edge towards his mouth, you didn't need to tell him as he immediately bit the fabric to hold it leaving his chest exposed for you to finish feeling a twinge in your private parts, nothing would ever compare to having Steven like this, nothing at all.

"I shoulve know you liked being exposed that much darling." He was lost into his own reflexion, looking so deep at himself into the mirror with his chest going up and down that your words into his ear were the final touch for him to suddenly cum into his boxers, crying from arousal and getting wet the fabric into his mouth.

He would have fallen face first to the floor if you weren't there to grab him by the waist and pull his back against your chest, caressing his collarbones and reaching up to lightly massage his skull with your fingernails. "You did very good, very very good honey." You exclaimed giving him a tender kiss on the back of his neck.

You didn't get the confession you wanted, but a picture is worth a thousand words and you thought so right now.

[littlepadika]

Hi!! Can I please request 💕Din, 🔥enemies to lovers, 💅dom!reader ??? Thank you!!☺️☺️☺️

OOOH I love dom!reader with Din mwahahaha this one is hot and takes a nosedive into soft. Your fave @axshadows?

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Male receiving oral, Dom reader

Din despised you. Whenever he'd be close to catching a bounty you would swoop in and finish the job yourself, stealing his thunder. You didn't do any work yourself. Din tried everything to shake you from his trail. He tried to lay a trap, he tried to split the reward, he even tried to kill you once. Nothing worked. You always slipped through his grasp.

Your conflict was coming to a head as Karga was tired of the constant bickering.

"Work it out you two or no pucks."

"Find someone else to steal from." Din glared up at you from his seat.

"But I like annoying you, Mando." You smirked. "Fine..." You groaned dramatically. "How about a deal? We both go after the same bounty. If you get him first then I'll leave you alone."

"You'll just come and steal it at the last second like you always do." Din shook his head.

"I'll play fair. I'll even give you a head start."

"I don't need a head start." Din leaned forward menacingly only you weren't scared at all. In fact you smiled.

"Let me finish." You held up your hands. "If you win, I leave you alone. If I win, things proceed as usual and you can't complain. Do we have a deal?"

"If I win, you should give me all the credits you stole from me."

"No way. Finders keepers."

Din grit his teeth under his helmet. Your little grin made something inside him ball up tight and sometimes he just wanted to throw you over his lap and-and- he didn't let himself think those things right now.

"I want a better deal." He folded his arms.

"You're not exactly in a position to negotiate. I'm perfectly happy with our current arrangement."

You loved playing with Mando, making him stutter and sigh. It started off as a power trip, making a Mandalorian putty in your hands. He tried to kill you once but he hesitated at the last moment. You realized his hatred for you wasn't pure, it was tangled with need. You knew he would miss you if you just left him by himself and you sure as hell would miss him too.

"How about..." You saunter over to him, perching yourself on the table in front of him. You saw him stiffen immediately, clenching his hands into fists on the seat below. "If you win... you can do whatever you want to me. You could try and kill me again, but something tells me that's not what you really want." You watched as the visor of his helmet turned towards you. You felt your heart pound faster knowing you had him in your grasp. "See... you could shut me up with a bullet in my skull or with your cock in my mouth. Decisions decisions, Mando."

With you left him dumbstruck at the table.

"Karga- We've reached a deal. One puck and we'll make it a race."

"One puck huh?"

"And don't make it an easy one." You hold your hand out. Karga rolls his eyes shoving two pucks into your hands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a close one. Both of you were at the same cantina spying on the target. You happened to have more natural assests that drew the targets attention. What an idiot, you smirked ready to drop the sedative into his glass. What you didn't expect was for Din to blast the idiot to hell from across the cantina.

"I win." Din cheered, strolling up to pull the lifeless body off the counter.

"We said bring him in warm!" You glared at Mando.

"We never agreed on that."

"Didn't we?" You frowned.

Mando shook his head. He lugged the body over his shoulder with ease. "Come on, let's get out of here before the imps are on us."

Outside on the street it hit you that Mando won the bet technically. This would maybe be the last time you saw him if what he asked as reward was for you to leave him forever. The warmth in the pit of your stomach hoped that he'd ask for something different.

"You won, Mando." You stopped at the end of the street. He turned, the bounty still on his shoulder. "My ship is that way. Shall I take off never to return?"

The breeze made his cape flutter, but otherwise he was a statue. Conversely it made you squirm where you stood, tugging at your shirt which now felt too tight for some reason.

"No." He said quietly, so quiet you almost missed it.

"Then what do you want?"

"Will you let me put the bounty away before we talk?"

"Fine." You shrugged nonchalantly though you were still nervous. "Lead on."

You had never been on Mando's ship before. It was dirty and breaking down but it softened him. Gave him some personality. He was less intimidating. The clutter and dusty knick knacks made him so human.

"So..." You place your hands on your hips trying to project confidence though you were becoming more and more anxious. "What'll it be, Mando?" Was this the end?

Din was freaking out. He stood on a shaky pedestal he had built to stand up to you. He had only pretended to be arrogant and capable. He played into his appeal towards you but now the game had ended. He was proud of his abilities to catch bounties, track targets, to kill, but his confidence ended there. He had no skills when it came to sex let alone with pretty women like you. You expected so much from him from the way you teased and talked crudely. Din knew he’d never live up to that. He didn’t even know where to start. His desire was bottled up in him with no clear outlet. Just a general direction towards you.

"Mando?" Your gaze softened a little. You realized perhaps he wasn’t going to send you away. You almost smiled as he rocked on his heels. The nervous tick was strangely endearing.

"I'm not going to kill you. I want-" Din struggled to find the words. "What you said in the cantina. You said I could silence you..."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. What did you say? You couldn’t remember-

"When you said I could put my-my cock in your mouth." Din felt his cheeks heat up. He felt himself harden in is pants just at the dirty word.

"Did I say that?" You chuckled. “I guess I did. Is that what you want?"

Din nodded. He waited for you to take charge, tell him what to do, but for some strange reason you were waiting for him.

"You've never done this have you?" You realized, your smile falling off your face. You felt bad for how you treated him this whole time. Maker, you probably made him uncomfortable.

"No." Din looked down in shame. "Fuck-This was dumb. Just go away."

"Mando..." You stepped towards him placing a hand on his arm. The first time you've really touched him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging. Most guys don’t like me to be in charge.”

Din cringed further at the mention of your copious previous experience.

“Mando… look at me please-“ and he did feeling some of his dread subside. Your warm reassuring hand felt so good. “I'm happy to show you everything. I want to make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled. He hated feeling so vulnerable. He wanted to explain himself, give excuses for his lack of experience, but the truth was he hadn’t found anyone he was interested in until you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now will you let me do this for you?” He looked at you, searching for honesty. There wasn’t a hint of disgust or doubt on your face.

Din nodded, feeling his stomach lurch in excitement. He felt safe with you which was another completely foreign feeling for him.

“Thank you, good boy.” The word shot through him, making him stand up straighter. You chuckled. “You like that?”

Din nodded shyly.

“Go and sit down.” You pointed at the crate against the wall. Din obeyed looking at you again for acknowledgement. You smiled kneeling down below him. “Good boy. See you’re a pro already.” Din blushed at your praise wanting to continue pleasing you. You slid your hands up his thighs slowly. “You can stop me at any point. Just say stop. My only rule is you have to tell me if I’m making you feel good. I wanna hear you.”

Din nodded his understanding. You raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” He said.

“Good boy. I know you can’t remove your armor which is fine. But can I take your cock out?”

Din nodded biting his lip. His dick was already straining against its confines. He exhaled sharply as you tugged down his waistband just far enough to pull him out. The only piece of skin exposed.

“You’re beautiful, Mando.” You cooed, stroking the warm length gently. You couldn’t wait to feel him in your mouth. A low broken cry cracked the voicecoder. “That’s it… feel good baby?” You stare right into his visor. Din swallowed harshly and nodded rapidly trying to keep from blowing his load.

“Tell me.” You reminded him of the rule.

“Yes!” He huffed. “It feels good. Please more.”

“We’re just getting started.” You promised opening you mouth and letting a dollop of saliva hit the head of his cock.”

“Oh Kriff…” Din pounded his fist against the crate. You continued your slow movements. You didn’t want to push him. He seemed lost in pleasure and you felt yourself warm at his trust in you. You slowly lowered your mouth on him, keeping your suction soft. He whined above you, his thighs flexing under your hands. You flicked your eyes up to him. His head was thrown back. You could see just a small slice of golden neck. He was sucking air between his teeth. The edges of the crate groaned under his grip.

“So-so good.” He mumbled between shallow breaths. You chuckled. He was trying so hard poor thing.

“It’s okay if you cum, Mando. I want you to.”

“But-“ Din’s hips jerked up into your hands. “What about you? I want to- I want-“

“Shh I know baby boy.” You chuckled at his eagerness. Already wanting to jump ahead. “We’ll get there but first you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

And almost on instinct he did, hunching over as ropes and ropes slid into your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck…” He croaked. It was better than anything he had done on his own. Your hot mouth and tongue had brought him so high only to let him plummet into his pleasure with no safety net. He was totally out of control. He didn’t hate it though. He loved it. He wanted more.

He came so much it made your pussy tighten longingly. His groans and sighs were gorgeous. You moaned, getting the last drops.

“Good boy…” You started stroking him back to full mast again. Surging with control and pride.

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[apinchofm]

The Duke and I

AU - Matthew and Diana:

To prevent a scandal, Matthew Clairmont marries Diana. The problem comes when she asks why they cannot have children.

Matthew didn't know many women who could punch but watching Diana Bishop punch Peter Knox was the best thing he had seen in the social season of 1813.

"Come on," Matthew grabbed her hand and dragged her away before anyone else could see. She did so, for once not protesting his presence.

"I will have to marry him!" Diana cried. She could already see the scandal - alone, with two men she wasn't related to?

"Not necessarily," Matthew replied, and she looked at him. What did he mean not 'necessarily'?

"It is fine for you!" Diana hissed, "You can do as you please. I cannot. My mother is a widow!" Her mind was racing with how her mother, her aunt would be judged.

"Diana. Let me help you." Matthew asked. He knew the Bishop women were self-sufficient, stubborn. But he enjoyed spending time with her and he wanted to help.

Diana sighed and swallowed, looking at this man who had become a friend.

.....

Dearest Reader,

This is a shocking development indeed! Duke of Hastings, Matthew de Clermont has announced his engagement to Diana Bishop, daughter of Rebecca Bishop, the widow.

We all assumed Peter Knox would be the one to sweep her off her feet. It is a shame that he has a few children that his wife did not bear.

The Bishops are unorthodox, to say the least - Stephen Proctor allowed his wife to keep her maiden name and inherit his title and Dukedom.

Ever since the death of his wife and son, we did not believe the duke would marry again, but the young diamond has captured his heart. I do wonder how marriage to such a stubborn and strange woman.

.....

"Why is it called 'Sept-Tours'? You do not have seven towers." Diana pointed out as they strolled through the library.

Matthew smirked, "A few days in our home and my duchess is already criticising

"Well, you like me honest." Diana said, "Do you think we can get more books on alchemy? I read that in Oxford, there are new manuscripts?"

"Of course, we can," Matthew said, "I adore your love of learning." Most husbands didn't like their wives' intelligence. Matthew encouraged it. It was better not to fight a tidal wave or wildfire.

He pushed her against the bookshelf, "I also adore you wanting me."

"The maids," Diana gasped as his hand made its way under her gown. Ever since their marriage had started, Matthew had made it his duty to pleasure her in every manner and she couldn't get enough.

Neither could he. Matthew had forgotten how good it was to make love to someone he loved.

"Are paid very well and are discreet," Matthew assured, with a chaste kiss to her neck as he inserted a finger inside of her.

Diana's eyes closed as he worked her, having quickly learned how she liked to be touched. He thanked her mother for her more liberating upbringing of Diana, in that she wasn't ashamed of her urges or body.

Diana came, shaking around him as he slowed his pace to help her down. Mindlessly, her hand wandered down his front touching his hardened length under his trousers but his other hand stopped her.

"No," Matthew said, sharper than intended. Diana looked at him confused, but he quickly fixed his face into a smirk, "I want to be inside you."

He wouldn't let her touch his arousal. She didn't exactly know why, but Diana hated when she didn't know something.

.....

Shooting wasn't Diana's favourite activity, but Miriam insisted and she wasn't with Matthew or Bertrand.

Miriam looked at Diana with interest.

"Is there something the matter?" Diana asked, seeing the older woman looking at her. More importantly, her stomach.

"You are not yet with child?" Miriam asked bluntly.

"No," Diana whispered, "Miriam? May I ask you something, about the marriage bed?"

"About sex? Yes, always." She smirked.

"How long did it take you to get with child?"

"Jason was born seven months after Bertrand and I married," Miriam smirked, and Diana raised her eyebrows, "Are you asking how frequently you should be

"Well, Matthew and I have been together multiple times. Sometimes multiple times a day." Diana explained as they strolled, "And yet... I am afraid."

"Does he not release his spend inside of you?" Miriam asked, "Or does he clean up afterwards."

"What inside of me?" Diana replied, "And yes."

Miriam sighed and placed her gun down and looked at Diana, "Matthew is a fool. I love him dearly, but he is a fool. He is purposefully stopping himself from impregnating you."

Diana stuttered, "He would not do that." Matthew wouldn't do that? Would he?

"He would. Because he is a scared man and likes to push everyone away. I hoped marriage would change that." Miriam cocked her gun and pointed it to the sky, "Clearly not. Cover your ears." She shot a bird with perfect precision.

Diana related to the bird that had fallen suddenly. Flying high and enjoying life before a harsh truth pulled her to earth.

.....

So, Diana decided to be direct. In a way. After they made love one evening, she watched him carefully.

He pulled out of her with a groan, rolling on his back as Diana caught her breath. Matthew looked at Diana, who had closed her eyes. He believed her to be. He left the bed to get a cloth to finish his release.

Diana watched him do this, hearing his quiet, long groan as he did. Then he placed the cloth in a separate basket before coming back to bed and drawing her in his arms.

"Matthew?" Diana murmured into his chest. Her heart thumped widely.

"Yes?" He looked down at her, gently brushing a tendril of hair out of her face. Her eyes were shy as she sat up and looked at him. Now or never.

"I saw you... using a cloth after we made love." Diana asked, "Miriam told me that men do that to avoid having children."

Matthew hesitated, so Diana continued, "Why do not want children?"

"Diana, I-"

"Would having another child be so awful?"

"No..."

Diana's face grew upset, "Having a child with me?" He didn't respond immediately. She pulled away and grabbed her dressing gown.

"Diana..."

"I am tired. Good night, your grace." Diana said coldly.

They slept apart for the first time that night.

.....

Bertrand knew there was something wrong with Matthew when they met for fencing. He was more aggressive than usual.

"Your wife is interfering in my marriage," Matthew growled as they sparred.

"And why did she need to do this?" Bertrand retorted, sighing when Matthew jabbed the blunt end of his sabre to his chest, "Is it because you are lying to your wife?"

"Glad to know I am part of your pillow talk."

"Not usually. But when you deceive your wife..." Bertrand jibed, stopping.

"Matthew, Blanca and Lucas would want you to be happy in your marriage. That includes having children," Bertrand argued. He remembered how loving and kind Blanca was, how Matthew lit up around her.

And how he retreated into himself when they died.

Matthew sighed as Bertrand disarmed him with a smirk, "I cannot fail another... I cannot fail Diana."

"You love her."

"I do. Which is why giving her a child...." Matthew shook his head.

Bertrand nodded, "What makes you think you will fail? Lucas and Blanca were sick. That isn't your fault. But what will be your fault is this failed marriage as you don't speak to her. Diana is made of tough stuff and frankly

"She doesn't deserve me. She's too good for me."

"You deserve good things, Matt," Bertrand said gently.

Matthew looked down. He hated it when his friend was right.

.....

Matthew approached Diana in her chambers a few evenings later. She was sitting in her nightgown on a chaise, reading a book on the sciences.

"May we speak?" Matthew asked.

"Depends. Will you lie to me?" Diana asked, not taking her eyes off her page. Matthew sat at the edge of the bed, close to her. He waited until she read a few more pages before placing her bookmark on a page and placing it on the side table.

"We do this together." Diana urged, "I want to understand you. But I can't do that unless you actually speak to me!"

Matthew nodded and he sat down, "I am sorry. For not being the man that you would like me to be."

Diana sat next to him on her bed as he took a deep breath, "I am afraid that I will be a... failure as a father. Again. But in turn, I have failed in being a husband to you."

Diana gently stroked his cheek, "You are not alone. I am here and I love you. And our children will love you."

Matthew kissed her hand thankfully, "I do not deserve you. I have deceived you. I am sorry."

Diana nodded, "No more lies. And we do this together."

"Together."

[bridgertonbabe]

Anthony and Kate’s Children

Edmund Bridgerton II was the apple of his parents eye when he entered the world and though they initially struggled with him sleeping through the night in his infancy, he was the happiest and smiliest baby. His father would take him for strolls through the Aubrey Hall estate and once his little brother came along, he’d ride on his father’s shoulders with baby Miles strapped to Anthony’s chest. He had his mother’s darker hair and skin but he had Anthony’s looks, the pair nearly identical when they were laughing and playing with each other. Little Edmund was a very affectionate child, always hugging his parents and siblings and cousins; anyone who he could love with open arms. He was always full of joy and laughter and loved to organise games with his cousins. As the eldest male grandchild of Violet Bridgerton, all of his younger male cousins looked up to him and followed him wherever he went during Christmases and summers spent at Aubrey Hall. Growing up he took great pleasure in being a spectator as his parents and aunts and uncles played Pall Mall, rolling on the grass in fits of laughter as his parents cheated and bickered over their underhand moves. His parents couldn’t have wished for a happier son - until a horrific accident changed all that. One summer day before Edmund was due to start his first term at Eton, he and his brother were racing their horses through the grounds of Aubrey Hall - the next thing Anthony and Kate knew, Miles’s scream ripped through the estate and they, along with the groomsmen hurtled outside to see Edmund lying still on the ground, having been thrown from his horse. Anthony had thought his father’s death was the worst moment of his life until he saw what he thought was his eldest son dead on the ground. Everyone rushed to his aid, he was laid up in his bed and a doctor urgently sent for; and much to his parents relief Edmund was alive; but there was a chance he might never walk again. Though grateful he was still with them, his parents were crushed at the thought that their son might never experience life to the fullest extent he once did. Edmund, however, had inherited both of his parents fierce determination and over the next two years pushed himself to learn how to walk again; and much to his family’s great joy he did. He could finally attend Eton and play Pall Mall again - but Edmund had fundamentally changed as a result of his accident. Gone was the happy-go-lucky boy his parents adored so fondly; in his place was a serious and brooding young man who never indulged in anything even remotely borderline reckless or foolhardy, and who was entirely focused on his studies. After achieving top marks at Eton, his father tried to have a word with his eldest; yes he was so proud of how far he had come, but he wanted his son to embrace life to its fullest and not wallow in a shadow of himself much like Anthony himself had done following the passing of his father. Edmund didn’t truly take his father’s words on board, deciding to forge ahead being a dutiful future viscount, being a man of the utmost reliability and taking on responsibility for all those he loved. His male cousins all still looked up to him and he was the one they sought out in times of crisis or advice when they felt they couldn’t talk to their own fathers. He was protective of his younger sisters and his female cousins and only ever danced with them at balls. Edmund treated every other young woman with an edge of tolerance; he knew most wanted him for his wealth and title, and he wasn’t interested in any of them. Truth be told, he found himself incredibly shy around the opposite sex, not fully knowing how to talk to them or even dally with them. While his brother and cousins had fun with the women at White’s or those they met on their travels; Edmund remained celibate. If he wanted to be with a woman, he wanted it to mean something; she had to mean everything to him and he had yet to find a lady who he desired most ardently. He never discussed his abstinence with anyone; not his brother, not his cousins, not even his father. It was his biggest secret and one which he thought he’d have for the rest of his life, seeing as no one ever made him feel any particular way - and then he met a woman who changed his entire outlook on life...

Miles Bridgerton was as happy a baby as his older brother. Moreso than any of Violet Bridgerton’s other grandchildren, he gurgled and giggled throughout his infancy, seemingly tickled by everyone and everything. While Edmund toddled after his father, Miles always ran to his mother for snacks and kisses and cuddles (only running away from her when she started playing her flute). He was a very energetic child and loved swimming in the lake at Aubrey Hall, running around with his cousins during the summer, and skidding around the floors chasing after Newton. Miles could on occasion also slow down for an afternoon to join his mother in some watercolouring, taking it easy as they quietly painted together. As Miles grew, so did his love for outdoor activities and he loved playing Pall Mall and besting his own father, playing badminton with his sisters, and going for rides with Edmund. His world was rocked when he watched in horror as his brother was thrown off of his steed and to the ground where he didn’t move, and he had collapsed next to Edmund, screaming at him to wake up and move until the household came running. He had stayed slumped on the floor outside his brother’s room as the doctor saw to him, who informed the family Edmund may never walk again. Miles was wracked with guilt - he had suggested their morning ride, begged his brother to accompany him and compete in a race - and now he may never have the use of his legs because of him. Day and night Miles stayed with his brother, always keeping him company, never wanting him to be alone and always making jokes to ensure his brother never became bereft with sadness for his situation. He assisted him as Edmund tried to pull himself to his feet, let his brother lean on him as he gradually began to shuffle around the house. Some two years later following the accident, right before Miles was due to start at Eton, his brother got up from the armchair he was in to show Mile the humorous letter he had received from Uncle Colin, crossing the room without any assistance and hesitation and Miles had burst into tears of relief and happiness, engulfing his big brother in a hug and not letting go for well over ten minutes. They attended Eton together, though Miles knew his brother had inherently changed as a result of his accident, but no matter how much he tried to buoy his mood or make him included in the typical schoolboy shenanigans, his brother remained stoic and focused on his studies. Nevertheless, Miles stuck by his brother’s side, always succeeding where nobody else could in getting him to partake in games or socializing, even if it took a lot of prodding. He was a lot more charismatic and fun-loving than his brother, and was never in short of friends. His extended family all loved his jovial company and he could converse as easily with his retiring uncle, Phillip, as he could with any of his little cousins. Miles ended up being a few inches taller than his brother, his hair a little longer, with a smile permanently on his face - it would only slip when he was alone in his bedchamber as he became consumed with guilt for the life his brother now went through the motions of. Nobody was ever the wiser for the silent turmoil Miles endured during the night alone in his bed and it wouldn’t be until his older brother finally found his soulmate and his happiness was restored that Miles could once again sleep in peace.

Charlotte Bridgerton was her father’s little princess. From the second she was born it was clear she was Kate in every way, shape, and form, and Anthony doted on her within an inch of his life. She chaotically tore around the house and teamed up with Newton to constantly make messes and break valuable ornaments - and despite all that, her father barely reprimanded her. Kate warned he was letting her get away with far too much, to which he had chuckled; “Just like her mother.” Charlotte could be tamable at times, especially where her older brothers were concerned. She always tried her best to run after them in whatever games they were playing, which they always kindly included her in. It was common for the household staff to find the little miss sulking in a room by herself upon not being permitted to ride horses with her brothers or go swimming with them because she was just that bit younger than them. She was never left out for long; once Anthony heard his little girl was upset he’d immediately find her and have her on his lap as he worked and she scrawled drawings alongside him, or even partook in her tea parties she hosted with her dollies. As Charlotte grew up, her penchant to do whatever she liked only continued and still Anthony didn’t do much to discipline or keep her in line. Only upon her debut did Anthony start to have regrets of letting her get away with murder. He had initially feared she would be chased after by every eligible bachelor in the Ton - but it turned out he was more fearful of his daughter chasing off every gentleman who showed interest. She could more than handle herself; treading on dance partners’ toes, rejecting them in the most remorseless of manners, and even hurling finger food at men who particularly pestered her behind their backs. Anthony was afraid the way his daughter conducted herself would result in her having no prospects for marriage in the future, though his daughter was adamant she was in no need of a husband. “I have everything I could possibly want right here.” she declared. “And besides, someone’s got to keep Ed company seeing as he’ll never marry; which should be the more pressing issue than me not in want of a husband, shouldn’t it?” Kate was confident that Charlotte would be the death of Anthony - and an incident that occurred a few years after their daughter’s debut very nearly proved her right...

Mary Bridgerton had come as a surprise to her family. Her parents had been content with their two boys and little girl and hadn’t anticipated welcoming a baby so much later in life. A year after Edmund’s accident Kate was shocked when she discovered she was expecting again and felt terrible that a new baby should steal her attention away from her injured son - but when little Mary entered the world it brought the biggest smile to Edmund’s face, one which hadn’t been seen since before his accident. The family adored her; Kate loved kissing her chubby cheeks, Anthony loved the feeling of a baby slumbering against his chest once more, Edmund held her and watched her sleep as he passed the time in his bedchamber, Miles enjoyed making her gurgle and laugh, and Charlotte treated her like she was her own little baby. Despite the fact that there was no blood relation, little Mary strongly resembled her late grandmother and namesake, Mary Sharma. She had a softness to her face compared to Charlotte and their mother, and her eyes were wide and curious rather than shrewd and all-knowing. Little Mary had a special power; she always put the biggest smile on Edmund’s face. Everyone always went on about how serious and severe he was, but she simply never saw it. Whenever he visited she would run into his arms, plonk herself on his lap, and witter away to him, her little hand in his. He was always happy around her and she didn’t understand why anyone thought differently. Mary loved to copy people; she followed her mother’s lead in Pall Mall, she’d fiddle with her hair like Charlotte did, and she threw her head back in laughter just like Miles. She couldn’t wait to one day make her debut and dreamed of being whisked around the floor by a handsome prince and would dance alone in her room, imaging she was dancing with a devastatingly good-looking man (who looked a lot like her Uncle Michael). Mary was never as demanding as Charlotte was, unless it came to dancing, where she desperately begged her older cousins to show her how to dance so she could mimic them, and they always acquiesced, unable to say no to such an imploring face. Her best friend was Galileo, the family’s pet corgi, who was bought by their father shortly following the late pet, Newton’ passing prior to Mary’s birth. Mary and Galileo could most often be found in her room nibbling on cheese she had sneaked out of the kitchens, or in the drawing room, the corgi enveloped by the little girl as they dozed on the sofa. Whatever guilt Kate had first held when realising she was expecting Mary had been utterly dispelled the moment the sunny little girl had entered their lives and made it all the better with her beautiful little soul. 

[murphslass]

Heartbeat

Warnings: smut, fluff, dirty talk, romance, mentions of blood, jealousy, possessive behavior, soft Negan

Negan’s POV

“Fucking fuck, you’re doing so fucking good baby.”

I moan out as doll rides the shit outta me, she already woke up all freaky deaky when I wake up to my cock in her cute mouth. What a way to wake up. Her moans filled my ears as I felt her tight pussy wrapping on me so well. She felt so good and I love watching how her flushed skin grows needy of my touch. I can’t get enough of her. Her body drives us both into our orgasms as her hold on my shoulders grows tight. Forcefully I pull into a sloppy kiss and swallow her last few moans before she lays onto my body. I feel her chest rising and falling fast as she catches her breath. I stay laying in bliss as my cock begins to soften inside her heat. I giggle as she whimpers when I begin to pull myself out. Her cute face snuggling into my chest as I think about my day. It’s a hard to concentrate when she’s all on me.

“Baby, as much as I like these cozy morning fucks. I got shit to do.”

“Oh okay.”

I fight back my concern as she said that in such a sad tone. But all my wives acting like that, but I feel like I might like Y/N a bit too much. Sure she’s cute as shit, got a sexy body, and sweet as a fucking peach. But I can’t be falling for her. It’s too risky out here and I’ve got a community to run.

“I’ll be back tonight. Tell Frankie I wanna see her next and get a nice massage.”

“Yes Daddy.”

Holy fuck, is that girl planning on getting me hard again?

“Good girl. Now give Daddy a kiss before he leaves.”

I smile as she kisses me eagerly. I couldn’t help but tease her a bit with taking my time on kissing on her. Her lower lip extending out as I pull away and tell her goodbye. As my day goes on with the picking up supplies and killing walkers. I can’t stop thinking about Dollface. Even if I was bashing someone’s brains in and getting blood myself, I feel myself becoming calmer when I think of her. My baby. She’s probably waiting for me. I just wanna have her close to me and make her see stars whenever I have her to myself.

Upon arriving back I go straight to my bedroom to find Y/N but instead get greeted Frankie. Not that I’m not excited to see one of my hot wives but I was hoping for Y/N. So all I did was get massaged and fucked Frankie’s hot mouth. My hand grip tightly into her red hair as she swallows me down her throat. I stood tall as I see myself hollow in her cheek. I groan loudly and realize my mind started wandering. It’s only bad because it’s my favorite. No longer thinking of the pleasure and focusing on my girl. And how good she felt this morning. Fuck I want her so bad.

“Is something wrong?”

“Fucking shit! Fuck!”

I growl out in frustration as I turned soft in her mouth. I pulled away and shove my dick back into my pants. I look to see Frankie stand and approach me. Her hands caressing my face.

“You want a massage?”

“No, just leave.”

I watched her leave all disappointed because I couldn’t give her shit today. But damnit do I need to see her. Without much thought I made my way to her room. But to my surprise she was outside the door speaking to Simon. That made my blood fucking boil and I feel my lip twitch when I see her smiling for that asshole.

“Hey Simon!”

“Yeah boss?”

“There’s a few mix ups at the outpost, you think that you could go handle the shitstorm?”

“Already on it.”

I watch as he fucking strolls and then see Doll looking up at me.

“I thought you were with Frankie?”

“Change of plans.”

She tilted her head and quirked her eyebrow at my vague statements. But not much time to think since I threw her over my shoulder. She yelped and kicked her legs at my sudden urge but I couldn’t really hear her. I was more focused on getting her to my room.

“Negan! What’s gotten into you? Put me down!”

I opened the door and finally put her down onto my couch. She lay there with a frustrated look as I look down at her. Damn, I just can’t wait to tear off her clothes.

“Negan, what happened to Frankie or anyone else? You had me for three nights in a row.”

“I don’t give a shit. I want you tonight and as long as I fucking please.”

I say as I crawl on top of her body. Her nice dress showing her curves and my eyes scanning over her. I felt like I was about devour her in any second.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t fucking like when I see my men talking to you nor do I like the way he was talking to you. And I especially don’t like the way you were smiling at him.”

I scowl at the thought and roughly bring myself to kiss her lips. Her hands go to push me off me and I pin her hands down at the protest. I could feel her trying to lift her arms but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“C’mon Negan, I’m sorry I was just being friendly.”

“I don’t give a shit. You are mine and belong to me baby.”

She really is a fucking peach and so sweet. But just too fucking nice.

“I know that. But I just hate to be rude.”

I bit my lip and feel guilt eating at me as I loosen my grip. Her hands going to gently caress the side of my neck. I feel myself calming down as I lower myself and hold her in my arms. I rest my face in the crook in her neck and inhale her sweet addictive scent. I felt one of her hands going to play with my hair.

“Negan are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just can’t help but think about you. It’s driving me crazy.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you too. But as much I love having you in my arms but you’re a bit heavy.”

I giggle and bring myself off her and grab her hand to follow me. I pull her in next to me as I lay down on my bed.

“Do you want me?”

She asks as I feel her hand descending to my zipper. As much as I’d like to get freaky I had to admit I wasn’t in the mood.

“Not right now. I just want us to have this time to relax and unwind.”

“Oh okay. What do you want me to do then?”

“How about you take off your clothes and get fucking comfortable with me.”

She just nods as I throw off my heavy clothes and lift the comforter off my bed. I see her in the nice gray laced lingerie I had picked out for her. She looked fucking stunning. I bit back the urge to bend her over and fuck her into the mattress as she approached the empty spot in bed. I curl next to her and pull her into my chest. She felt warm and I felt her soft skin press into mine as she caressed my chest hair. I soon feel myself relax and doze off.

I had woken up to spooning Dollface in the middle of the night. Not thinking much I kiss her shoulder before squeezing her waist. Her breath steady and the light sound of her snoring made me feel my heart racing. I wanted to see her pretty eyes goes dark with need and feel her squirm. I smirk to myself at the idea of watching her wake up to me giving her pleasure. I bring myself to hover over her resting body and feel arousal at the curvy silhouette below me. I bit my lip as my hands gently run over her side and to her hip to feel the silk like skin. I go to slowly turn her body onto her back and carefully enough not wake her up. She didn’t even stir and I slowly lower to kiss her neck and lowering down her body. I inhale her sweet little perfume she had gotten and swallow audibly as she stirred at the stratch of my beard. I look up to see her still sound asleep and go to tease her covered mound. My fingers running over her and feeling her heat becoming more wet. Her reaction to my touch making me feel good and finally going to spread her thighs wider. My touch flicked against the lace panties and sucking her through the clothe. I wanted to taste her right away and move the material aside to see her already slick with desire. I couldn’t resist it anymore and go to devour her addicted flavor. I moaned at the taste and let my tongue explore her most intimate area. I switch between circling her clit then going to fuck her entrance with my tongue. I bury my face fully between her thighs and enjoy myself. I could hear her softly moaning and feeling her shift. It doesn’t really stop me as I continue my work by picking up the pace and hear her gasping as I give her pleasure.

“Negan! Oh Negan!”

Her sounds growing loud as I take it a step further and start fingering her eager entrance. She was so soaked and I could my beard getting wet. Her hands entagled in my hair as I feel I’m about to make her come. Her body quivered as I sucked on her clit and using the motion that drove her crazy. I feel her walls tighten and the little noises she was making was driving me crazy.

“Go ahead baby. Fucking come for me. I wanna feel this pussy squirt all over my face.”

I groan as my finger sped up more and could feel her little legs trembling and her hips rose a bit as she finishes coming. I smirk as I hear her whimper when go to clean up the mess I made of her. I smile up at her tired face and kiss my way back up to her neck.

“What was that for?”

“Just wanted you to know that you’re appreciated and loved babygirl.”

She smiled up at me and pulled to kiss her lips. My tongue immediately wanted access to her mouth and to massage her own. I groan as I slowly kissed her for a minute. Her hands cradled my face and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Can you hold me?”

“Of course baby. C’mere.”

I lay on my side and felt her curl next to me. Her leg hooking onto my waist. I couldn’t resist as I hold her waist and thrust into her. She gasped against my neck as I move my hips. Her little whimpers muffled into my neck.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

Her hands entangled into my hair and on my shoulder. I pulled her leg to the side of my hip and moved faster. I got lost in how her tight pussy took my cock so fucking good. Her hips begin to move against mine to help chase bliss. My hand went to grab her soft tits and massaged them in my palms.

“Negan, please come inside me.”

I feel myself growing needier and roll myself on top of her to take control. My hips pounding into her and my selfish need for release as I watch her flushed face getting lost in the feeling of my cock. I growl as I go to grip her throat as I begin to feel my orgasm take over. Her loud moans filling my ears as I finish coming inside of her. Her nails dug into my shoulders and I see her biting her lip. Fuck me she’s so gorgeous. I feel her delicious juices squirt on my body as I completely fill her.

“Fucking fuck baby, I can’t get enough of you.”

I sigh as I slip out of her and watch my cum slowly drip out of her. I smirk as I see the mess she had made onto the sheets.

“I don’t think I’m able to take anymore Negan.”

“Trust me, I think I pulled something.”

She giggled at my little joke as I bring myself to lay back down with a groan. She stands from the bed and I watch her put on my white shirt.

“Where the fuck you going?”

“To look at the stars. It’s still nighttime afterall.”

She smiles and I get up to follow before sliding on my boxers. She stares out the window with her beautiful eyes. I go to hug her from behind and watch the stars.

Things were perfect the way they were for now….

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