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The boy was busy trying to get the attention of even more Chocobos â and somehow that worked without him waving some treats over the fence. He was in bliss.
All while the Princess revealed part of her family story that probably was an open secret in the farmlands. But Somnus did not know about. He knew about the horrible killing of a former king of the farmlands, but he had not been privy to the details of it. It had been shrouded in mystery by the lands reaction â erecting walls not only around their castle but seemingly around everything that concerned their home.
There were details in Aerithâs telling that Somnus noted down in quiet surprise.
She and the boy were not full siblings. That blond king was not her biological father. There were a lot more complicated matters in that family than they let on. Well. It seemed like both Cetra and Lucii families had their more or less hidden secretsâŠ
That fact did not matter, what mattered was the fact that it sounded like Aerith and Roran led a life in a gilded cage. Locked up and hidden behind walls. Because there were evil people. Because healers were too valuable⊠Something that Somnus had scoffed at yesterday â but now he realized that his actions by the cliffs⊠had been less than optimal in this case.
Now it made more sense⊠and he could feel a bit of shame bubbling in his chest.
Bowing his head down for a moment, he had to haggle with how he was supposed to react to this revelation. Pity? Ridicule? Ignorance? No... because as it seemed in some cases they had more in common than either of them expected. And Somnus would not want any of these reactions for himself.
His fingers dug into Albaâs white feathers and when Somnus looked to Aerith again, he had the hint of a smile playing around his lips.
âDo you want to go for a ride now? I count as a shield wall.â, he suggested. And it was not even a lie. He could procure a shield from thin air. He carried an arsenal of weapons at his beck and call, procuring them from thin air. He fought like a small army all on his own. And he had experience.
âYou can have Alba, she seems to like you and⊠well, your brother can pick whichever of the flock, as it seems.â
Aerith didn't know what she anticipated, but the gentle fussing made laughter bubble up from her chest. She would happily be regarded like a chocobo chick by such a sweet lady. Straightening her posture, she offered her hand for Alba to consider, and only when she had permission did she reach to sweetly fuss at the feathers beneath her beak.
If there's one lesson she remembered from her Uncle, it was the lesson on how to make a chocobo practically purr.
Blinking, her attention was stolen back to Prince Somnus who seemed to be having a crisis. It made her lips part a little â and she listened as he continued on, unable to grasp how they lived their lives or why.
By the end her lips pursed into a sympathetic kind of smile. She wasn't looking down her nose at him, not in the slightest. But clearly he was a man who lived with many freedoms in his life. It was like watching him as a bird but his wings were clipped. He simply couldn't understand what life would be.
"When I was born, something happened in our kingdom. You would have heard about it." Aerith hinted, not going into great detail with Roran in earshot. "Afterwards, my mother became extremely protective. That actually marks when the walls around our palace were erected. We used to only have the old wall, you can see it -" not everyone cared for architecture. She had to shake her head to rattle those thoughts out. "Anyway, somehow our father did the impossible. He met our mother, they fell in love, against all the odds they came together, and with him there is some calming when it comes to... all of the rules."
Honestly, the first time she stepped outside the palace walls had been when she was 7-years-old. "We don't step outside those walls unless we have enough guards to form a shield wall." That was not an exaggeration. "There have been too many attempts... I don't know if it's because people hate Cetra, or they have a weird obsession with what we could do for them. It doesn't matter really. The end result is the same. We don't take rides, we don't take walks, we don't get our heads free of rules and responsibilities because it's too dangerous."
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got tagged by @piratebay to post characters that (i think) are me-coded!
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tagging: @plague-of-nice @pupuseriazag @alfajorsin @bonyato @fujimen and @kyueishin! no pressures as usual đ
#tag game#okay the explanations nobody asked for:#giyuu is so me. you don't get it. not even in the cool sense.#in the he's kinda odd way. and i still don't know if it was a joke when he got told people didn't like him đ#diallos elden ring is another character i relate to for the hashtag losercore appeal#i have only watched jjk0 but yuta feels mecore appearance (his expressions) and personality wise#hotpants is mecoded in her gender expression. whichever way you interpret it đđ»#shiraishi is silly and taken as a total idiot for it. NAUR... he's smart but not conventionallyâ he has his moments#shizune is the most normal one out of the bunch. idk she behaves like me :) also same hair and eyecolour#there are probably more but these will do đ ty for tagging me valente!!!
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oddly enough, i feel relieved. i know now where we stand with this country. i know now that this is a nation that, despite her protestations, does not want to be saved. at this point, i am not sure she can be anyway. but what i do know is that there are people here who still need protecting. there are disabled people here, trans people here, pregnant people here, brown and black people here, queer people here, and as long as my feet rest on american soil, those people are my family and they are worth protecting. so, like, maybe this nation doesn't want to be saved. that's fine. trump and his friends can have whichever parts they lay claim to. but they can't have us. so. if you have breath in your lungs, you're my people, you're my family and i am going to fight for you for as long and as hard as i can. that's all i've got at the moment. we'll figure out the rest together, okay?
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you live like Cinderella, used and abused by your so-called family, forced to work all day and live in the barn like a rat. you clean up after them every moment, doing all the chores and cooking all the meals. you're tired, so tired of the punishments that meet you for stepping slightly out of line.
one day, it goes too far. with a broken arm, you hobble back out to the barn, intent on one goal: to get revenge and escape this place.
there's a village witch, you see, who everyone detests. they throw food at her when she comes to the village and taunt her as she buys her groceries. you find your way to her house after dark, and knock on her door. when she sees you, it's as if she expected you, and she has a small stack of ingredients ready.
mix them together over a flame and chant these words, she says. this spell will fix what ails you.
you chant the words and stir the mixture. then, as instructed, you pour it out onto the floor. the whole barn turns red, bright red, and you wonder if you've made a mistake by listening to that old witch.
he appears in a puff of smoke, skin as crimson as the dawn sky, with a spaded tail that flicks like a cat's. he has many horns along his crown, and a snakelike tongue darts out as he regards you.
for what purpose have you summoned me? he asks. but all you have to do is show him your arm, and he understands.
he rains down punishment upon the family, turning their house to ash, sending his fire nymphs to chase and beat them. when the true monsters are burned and bruised, he aims to kill, but you stop him.
that's good enough, you say. you've had your revenge. but you see, he's infuriated at how you've been treated. he wants to end this, to bestow the final blow, but you convince him to let them live with their punishment.
then what else can I do? he asks. where will you go next?
you'll wander, you figure, until you find a new home. at least now you're free.
then I will wander with you. he's not ready to return to the other realm yet, not while you still need his help.
together, you abandon the village before anyone can discover what you've done. deep in the woods, though, there's nowhere to sleep except the circle of the demon's monstrous arms.
I promise I won't use my claws, he says, welcoming you into them. here, ensconced in him, you feel his cock emerge from that pocket at his groin. he doesn't move to use it, but you find you want him toâthis creature who saved you, who has helped you without asking for payment in return. he's marvelous, powerful, and strange. perhaps this is how you might reward him.
you spread yourself and slowly, sink down on that massive crimson cock. he groans as you take all of him, soaking up his need, coasting on a river of your desire. you begin at your own pace, until his lust grows overwhelmingâand then he throws you down to the forest floor, his eyes wild and red. now he fucks you harder, claiming you, owning you. you're mine now, he mutters, bringing you to your finish over and over again. he will eat your pleasure until there's nothing left, drowning in it.
when you're finished, you sleep; but soon he grows hard again, his craving for you having taken over. when you've restored your strength, he fucks you again, demanding that you never leave him. whichever realm you choose, he'll stay by your side.
#monster fucker#monster fuqqer#monster smut#monster romance#monster fudger#terato#demon smut#demon#demon x reader#demon x human
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Hey gorg!!!
I saw the post about wanting pregnant reader/ dad marauders prompts and I literally ran here.
Iâve got two ideas, so whichever gives you the most inspiration/ whatever you like best đ
1- pregnant!reader who just hits her limit for the day- overwhelmed and overstimulated with everything to the point she jsut wants to sit and cry- all because of something silly
Or!!
2- reader on their first day away from baby with the girls- leaving dad!marauders to it, coming back to a baby whoâs very excited to be free from the chaos of the boys.
Lots of love!!
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eeeeeeeek I went with #2!!! thank you my love <3
dad!marauders x mum!reader who saves their daughter from the boys' tyranny [522 words]
CW: kid fic, fem!reader, you have a daughter but I avoided assigning her a name (let me know how ya'll prefer that: do you want me to name the kid? or do you want me to leave it ambiguous? I feel like it would probably read easier/more naturally with an assigned name, but I understand if you like making that up yourself)
âOh thank gods youâre home.â Sirius pushed out all in one breath as he hastily stood from the couch with your daughter in hand.
You clicked the door shut behind you as you took your shoes off, furrowing your brows at a frazzled looking Sirius and an equally frazzled looking baby in his arms.
âYou have to help us.â He begged quickly. âTheyâre driving us mad.â
âWhat?â You laughed carefully, though you had to admit that your child had a nearly identical pout on her lips as her papa, and you were quite sure babies her age didnât have the ability to conspire.
Though, you were sure if any baby could conspire, it would be a baby Marauder.
âThey havenât stopped all day.â Sirius enunciated, whispering at you and looking over his shoulder as if some invisible threat was going to attack at any given moment. âJamie got up this morning on a warpath; first we went on a family walk to feed the ducks some corn. Fine, Iâll let it slide. We no sooner got home, and Moony set up the sandbox in the yard. Great. But then, James insisted we go to the park! Which - okay, that was fun, because I got to run around as Padfoot. But then after a mere 20 minute nap, Remus had us out at the stream catching and releasing frogs!â
You awed in sympathy as you brushed some fine hair away from your baby girlâs forehead who was using her two pudgy hands to rub at her eyes.
âYou tired, lovie?â You asked the child, but they both whined a yes in response.
âOkay.â You murmured as you accepted the sleepy childâs grabby hands, only for her to immediately rest her head on your shoulder and melt into your embrace.
âPads? Whereâd you guys run off to?â James called from the other room, and Siriusâ paled. âWeâve got the water table set up.â
âOh gods,â Sirius whimpered, âtheyâre coming.â
âSirius,â you started to chide, but he simply turned and started pushing you towards the hall that led to the bedrooms.
âGo, save yourselves. Iâll hold them off.â He whispered theatrically.
âSirius!â You squealed, laughing as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head - taking a deep breath as if he was trying to memorise your scent like he may never get the chance to do it again - and pat at your hip.
âMake sure our baby girl grows up knowing the sacrifices her brave, brave papa made for her.â He offered solemnly, walking backwards as he held your gaze. âGo! Nap! Rest! Waste the day away in ways many of us only dream!â
You giggled at him as he disappeared around the corner, hearing Remus murmur âwhat the hell was all that about?â only to hear a grunt, a chuckle, and a theatric âI wonât let you tyrannise our sweet girls any longer!â
âWhat do you say, sweetheart? Time for a nap?â You murmured as you made your way towards your bedroom; a nap did sound appealing, now that you thought about it.
An answer never came, however; she was already fast asleep.
#ask elle#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#poly!marauders#poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders x you#poly!marauders fluff#poly!marauders imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#james potter x reader#james potter x you#the marauders#marauders x reader#poly marauders x reader#poly marauders x you#marauders#marauders as dads#mum!reader#ellecdc fics
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The Sowing of Seeds
Summary â© Ulf the White was an imbecile in Jacaerysâ eyes. A drunk and an unworthy dragon rider. However, the Prince finds that his sweet daughter might not be so badâŠ
Warnings â© Smut, mean!Jace, Jace being an ass, classism, self doubt, loss of virginity, innocent!reader, creampie, oral sex, unequal power dynamics (reader is smallfolk and Jace is a Prince), slight mentions of blood
Despite your fatherâs sloth and drunkenness, you were a sweet little thing.
Jace could not help but to notice you. He tried not to, gods he really did, but with your innocent smile and kind laughter it was hard not to notice the girl who was the complete opposite of your dragon riding father.
You see, when Ulf the White answered the call to Dragonstone, he hadnât been alone. You his daughter had come with him and it was only natural since youâd been taking care of your father all your life.
You werenât sure who your mother was exactly, but Ulf always told you that she had long silver hair, purple eyes, andâdepending on how many drinks he had that nightâskin as pale as the moon or as dark as rich chocolates.
Whichever it was, your father was known for his embellishments, and often times his lack of manners. It wasnât as if youâd had the most fancy of upbringings in Fleabottom, but you still liked to think that you had some class.
Your father, of course, had no care for such things. As long as he had a drink in hand and a listening ear, he could make himself comfortable anywhere. And unfortunately, right now he had both of those things.
You shook your head disapprovingly and frowned as you saw him seated at the war table, feet propped up and blabbering to Hugh about some tale or another.
You tried to warn him, you really did.
âThis kind of behavior is not acceptable here,â You had hissed at him. Like always though, your father didnât listen. He did as he pleased and now that he had a dragon, he felt entitled to do so.
So when the Prince Jacaerys marched in angrily and settled his fiery gaze onto your father, all you could do was wince and think,
I told you so.
âMy Prince.â
You lowered your gaze and refused to make eye contact as he passed you. Suddenly, your worn down shoes became the most interesting thing in the room and you could feel Jacaerysâ stare on you briefly before it turned back to your father.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â His accusing tone was not lost on you and your father quickly stood up, a grin on his face as he approached.
âAh! There he is. Prince Jacaerys in the flesh!â He chuckled as he reached the Prince, not seeming to know or care that he was pissed.
âThatâs my mothersâ seat you were sitting in,â Prince Jacaerys hissed, and the only thing he got from your father was a full-fledged laugh.
âOh, it was just a bit of fun, my prince! I meant no harm,â Ulf waved him off. âYou could use a bit of that round here, couldnât you? All that handsome face is missing is a smile. Look at youâthose lovely dark curls. I bet you get all the women with those looks eh?â
âFather!â
You sharply gasped as he carelessly ruffled the Princeâs hair, only stopping once Jace grabbed his arm and squeezed.
Your father winced, probably not expecting the Princeâs grip to be so tight. Briefly, you saw his fingers inch towards the sword that was seated on his hip, and the idea to cut in so that he wouldnât cut off your fatherâs hand quickly reached you.
âForgive him, my Prince. He is not familiar with the manners of court,â You quickly explained.
Jacaerys scoffed. âOr any manners at all, Iâd say,â He said. His gaze once again traveled back to you, standing quietly as second hand embarrassment from your father washed over you.
You could tell that his actions irritated the prince more than he already was. He had a habit of looking down on you from the moment that you arrived, and now it seemed that his belief that none of you were good enough was validated.
âAnd youâŠâ You flinched as Jacaerysâ amber gaze settled on you, breath quickening as a frown appeared on his face.
âHow could you allow this? I thought you were better than this.â
The words stung more than anything you couldâve imagined. The implication that the Prince thought highly of you before this encounter made you both want to cry and strangle your father.
You opened your mouth to explain his behavior, to apologize for Ulf like youâd done so many times before. But suddenly,
âIâll need a word with you to discuss the issue of this behavior,â The Prince suddenly said. You froze. âThere is clearly a conversation needed to be held about how to behave yourselves at court.â
Your eyes widened. âBut, my Princeââ
âNow.â
His harsh tone left no room for arguing. And neither did his glare. Quickly, you bowed your head in understanding and you tried not to cry as you locked eyes with your father.
Ulf stared at you as you followed the Prince, a hint of something that might have been guilt in his eyes. Whatever it was, you didnât linger long enough to decipher it before you were gone, following Jacaerys and his guard until you reached another room.
You had to walk nearly halfway across the castle to get there. Briefly, you took in the sights of Dragonstoneâs interior and figured that this must have been a place Dragonseeds were forbidden to enter.
Queen Rhaenyra had told you upon arrival that there were only three. The dragon pits without permission, the war council chambers, and the floor of their personal chambers.
Your eyes widened when you realized that this was latter.
âLeave us,â Jacaerys ordered that the two of you be left alone as soon as you walked into his room, making nerves practically explode in your belly.
You wondered if maybe this conversation was that serious to where he didnât want anyone around to witness what he had to say. Again, your breath hitched as the thought of him bringing you here to privately tell you that you were being hanged or kicked off of Drgaonstone crossed your mind.
You prayed that neither would happen as fear struck your heart.
As the Prince Jacaerys turned to you with a disappointed gaze, you felt like you could hardly breathe. You tried so hard to avoid his gaze, but it was moot as Jacaerys placed a finger your chin and made you look at him.
âHe cannot keep doing that,â Was the first thing the Prince said to you, and you were quick to agree as you nodded your head.
âI apologize, my prince. I really do! As I said, my father did not have the most civil of upbringings, and it is hard for him to adjust to all the new ways we must conduct ourselves.â
âAnd yet somehow, youâve somehow grasped them just fine, despite being raised by him. Have you not?âJacaerys mused.
You did not know what to say as you stared into his kind amber eyes. Compared to the look he had given your father, his gaze was considerably softer and you wondered why as you cleared your throat.
âI tryâŠI try not behave as unruly as my upbringing, my prince,â You told him. Trying to ignore how your heart skipped a beat, noticing how handsome he was and how difficult it was to make eye contact with him because of it.
Jacaerys was easily the most attractive and the most important man you had ever met. With full lips, long lashes, and a dashing smile, he looked just like the princeâs you used to dream of rescuing you when you were a girl.
You had not been lying when you said that your childhood had been unruly. Often times, it consisted of taking care of your drunk father and working as soon as you were old enough.
You did little things here and there, enough to keep food on the table and afford shelter amongst others. But the streets of Kingâs Landing werenât kind to any children, let alone little girls.
Often times, the only way to earn a decent living was either to leave or stay and sell your body.
No matter how hard times got, you vowed to yourself to never do the latter. No matter what, you just wanted to maintain your dignity and survive, which why you why you were so afraid of being kicked out.
Your father mightâve been too absorbed in his cups to remember what it was like, but you didnât. You remembered every cold night, every threat of starvation and death.
Here on Dragonstone, those kinds of things didnât exist. You could eat as much as you wanted, drink so much that your head didnât throb from the lack of water.
You did everything right here to avoid going back to that place, but was your father really going to be the one to mess it up for you both?
âHm.â Jacaerys let his eyes roam over you for a few seconds before responding. âYou are different from them, you know. You are not like the otherâŠmongrels my mother has invited into our home.â
You swallowed thickly as he took a few steps closer, trying to ignore the sting in your heart at the insult. âHow so, Prince?â You managed to ask.
You were ever aware that the things you were thinking about could get you hanged. But gods, Prince Jacaerys was just so pretty that you almost wanted to be like your father and run your hands through his hair.
You wondered what it would feel like to touch a prince. To feel him on your fingertips, and the mere thought had you shivering as his eyes bore into you.
âWell for starters, none of them are as pretty as you,â The Prince smiled.
You reeled back at the compliment, not used to hearing any sort of praises from a man, let alone a Prince. His words had your cheeks growing hot, thankful he could not see the blush creeping on your skin as he continued.
âThey are not smart like you are, nor courageous. When Vermithor released his rage you did not flee like the others, did you? You stood your ground to protect your father and it made the dragon deem you worthy. Now that is something I can admire. That is what makes you special.â
âM-My Prince. Iââ
âShh. Call me Jacaerys. Please?â
You shook lightly as he stepped forward, resting a hand on your face and stroking your cheek. You swore that you felt ready to pass out as the Prince rested his forehead against yours, his lips so close that you could feel his breath as his spoke.
âTell me Dragonseed, and donât lie. Have you thought of me the way that Iâve been thinking of you these past few weeks?â
âIâŠJacaerys!â You let out a gasp, eyes wide as his lips brushed your ear. The sound was so sweet to Jace that he couldnât help but to smile wider, liking the way that you shivered at his touch.
âI cannot get you from my mind, Y/N,â He confessed quietly. You tried to stop your heart from falling out of your chest as you stood there, stunned. âYou plague me like a disease that will not go away. Iâve tired, but Iâve concluded that no remedy will rid me of this ache until Iâve tasted its cause. Until Iâve tasted you, sweetling.â
You stopped breathing momentarily as his pink lips brushed over your neck.
âM-My Prince, Jacaerys, we shouldnât. Iââ
âDo you not want to?â Jacaerys pulled away to stare at you quizzically, waiting for you to give any indication that you wanted him to stop.
While you didnât, and while you couldnât ignore the way your body lit on fire form his touch, you still couldnât deny that a part of this wrong.
âIâŠYou are a prince. Iâm just a girl from Fleebottom. A bastard,â You told him weakly, reminding him of his position and your own. âIâm notâŠIâm not very worthy of you, my Prince. You said it so yourself.â
Quite ashamed, he remembered when you had accidentally walked in on a conversation with his mother and heard him call you that.
You had apologized to no ends for it, but even then Jace had felt guilty when he saw the hurt look on your face.
âI regret deeply what I have said, and I wish I never said it,â He confessed. âI admit, upon seeing strangers claim the birthright Iâve always been entitled to, I grew resentful. I did not think any of you were worthy enough but the dragons themselves have proven me wrong. YouâŠâ He shook his head as he smiled. âYou are more than worthy of it Y/N, and I believe you are worthy of me. Do you accept this?â
It took only half a second for you to nod, and then giving into your desires, you allowed Jacaerys to kiss you again, feeling yourself getting lost as he guided you to his bed.
The sheets made of velvet and silk were the second softest thing that you had ever felt. The first was Jacaerysâ touch, feather light yet still intoxicating as he ran his hands down your body.
They roamed where no one elseâs hands had roamed before, pinching and squeezing and clawing at the fabric that hid what he really wanted. All the while, his soft mouth moved against yours, urgency and desperation in his kiss.
You wondered how long he had desired this for. How long had the Prince laid in bed, thinking of having you like this while you simply had no clue. Had it been weeks? A month? The entire time youâd been here?
That thought alone had wetness pooling between your legs, the excitement of knowing a Prince desired you turning you on like no other.
Eagerly, you allowed Jacaerys to pull away in order to pull your dress down, the flimsy cotton easily giving away to his harsh pulling.
It wasnât like you were a lady, so no corset or small clothes masked your body. Instead, your breasts sprang free the moment the fabric was pulled down, and Jace licked his lips hungrily as he dipped down.
âOh!â
He started by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, and sucking like a babe desperate for milk. His soft lips wrapped around the bud until he was satisfied with the mark left on your skin, and the gasps that left your lips
Then, the prince carried on.
He kissed eagerly down your body, pulling and ripping at the fabric without a care in a world. Never mind that this was the only âniceâ dress you could afford, neither you or Jacaerys cared.
Your body was too busy reacting to the feel of his lips, jolting whenever he kissed a sensitive spot on your belly. The further down he got, the more it seemed like the pleasure and sensitivity increased.
Finally, the Prince managed to wiggle your dress completely off and you blushed as you were exposed.
Never before had you revealed yourself to a man, and Jacaerysâ reaction did not disappoint.
His amber eyes lit up as he spread your legs, using one hand to keep you from covering yourself. You were a bit shy about being on display in front of him, but Jacaerys shook his head every time you tried to curl away.
âDo not hide from your Prince, dragonseed,â He said firmly, running a finger over your most intimate parts. âThat is an order.â
Fire licked at your body as the Prince smirked, liking the way you obediently nodded your head at him and moaned when he touched your cunt.
It was cute and painfully obvious at just how inexperienced you were. You whimpered nearly every time Jaceâs finger teased you, gathering your wetness on his fingers and seeing how you reacted.
Every time you panted out his name, looking at him through your eyelashes, he swore he was going to make a mess in his pants.
The ache was nearly killing him, and he desired to feel some type of relief before he took you.
You looked at him, confused when the Prince pulled you up and made you get off the bed.
Naked and shy, you stood before him with your arms wrapped around your gorgeous body, unsure what to do until the Prince approached you and said,
âGet on your knees, bastard.â
You gasped at the foul name that had left his lips, not expecting him to be soâŠbold. His own status seemed to be forgotten in his mind, and his dark eyes peered down at you smugly as you did what he wished.
Shaking, you kneeled down in front of him and whimpered when Jace took ahold of you cheeks, squeezing them before lightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
When he got back up again, you could see him fumbling with the belt of his tunic, loosening it before stripping altogether.
The Prince stood before you, naked and aroused and you had never felt so unworthy of seeing such a beautiful sight. Your mouth drooled, your cunt throbbing at the idea of his pretty cock being inside of you.
âOpen your mouth.â
Immediately, you did as he commanded though you werenât sure why. You thought coupling was done a different way, but you were shocked when Prince Jacaerys rubbed the tip of his cock against your lips.
He teased you for a little bit, shoving the tip inside of your mouth before taking it out. He loved seeing the way you gasped lightly, obviously not used to this.
This foreign act had your heart hammering in your chest, no clue what to do as the Prince eased his cock in your mouth.
He went slow at first, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation but that didnât mean he was all that nice. Once he felt the way your lips wrapped around him, so soft and so unsure, he couldnât help but to thrust deeper, chuckling slightly as you mewled.
He grabbed your hair, and it took everything inside of you not to pull away as his cock slipped down your throat.
You gagged as his tip triggered your reflex. Almost instinctly, your hands came to grab his hips so youâd get better control, sniffling when his cock finally settled all the way in. You could taste his preseed combining with your own spit, making it easier to suck him off.
Though you were a novice at sucking cockâand he could tellâJace still tried to guide you as best as he could. He used your hair as a way of telling you how you were doing. He squeezed to the point where you cried out if you did something wrong, and he stroked it lovingly if you did it right.
He loved seeing the way that you gagged, you cheeks puffed and wet with tears. In his mind, there was no better position for a bastard like yourself than on your knees, taking your Princesâ cock just the way he commanded.
It made Jace feel powerful to see you cry, obviously struggling but unwilling to disobey your beautiful Prince.
By the time he pulled out, your throat was raw and Jacaerys was on the brink of his peak. Surprisingly though, he held back, giving you moment to breathe before helping you up.
You had just barely caught your breath before the Princeâs lips were on yours again, and you melted into the kiss and tried to hold him tight.
The Prince allowed it, liking how desperate you were to feel him. Of course, it was your naĂŻvety that lead you to act this way, the need to be held by the man who would be your first strong.
You were happy enough when Jace set you down on the bed again. This time, he wasnât so mean to you as he laid down, grinning as he guided your hips towards him.
It was safe to say that you were confused all over again when he lined your cunt up to his mouth, not to mention, horrified.
âJacaerys, IâllâŠIâll smuggle you,â You panicked as he grabbed your ass and guided you down, but the only response you got from the Prince was a chuckle.
It sent rippling vibrations against your cunt, making you gasp. You trembled as Jaceâs tongue darted out to taste you, crying out as the Prince sucked on a spot you never even knew existed before.
The sheer amount ecstasy that filled your body couldnât be described, only cherished as Jacaerys got to work.
He lapped at your cunt, making sure to pay attention to your pearl. He loved the way you squirmed as he did, out of breath and desperate as you rode his face.
Your previous worries about possibly suffocating him went away as the pleasure distracted you from caring. You grinded your cunt against the Princeâs sharp nose without a care in the world. Eagerly taking his mouth, and greedily chasing the sensation that was beginning to build in your belly.
It had your legs shaking and your frustrations at an all time high when Jacaerys suddenly pulled away.
He pushed you from his mouth and licked his lips, ignoring the way you whined and reached from him.
Gentle yet firmly, he wrapped an arm around you and flipped you in your back. Now, Jacaerys hovered over you with a hungry look in his amber eyes, smirking lightly as he saw the eager look on your face.
You must have known what was coming as he rubbed his aching tip along your folds, feeling that you were now well prepared enough for him to fuck you. It was with this thought that the Prince finally pushed in, keeping your hips steady and groaning as he sank in.
Instantly, you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed through your barriers. Jacaerys had no clue, no idea that a woman could have been this tight. You seemed to squeeze the very life out of him which threatened to made the Prince cum faster than he wanted to.
In order to savor it, he went slow and you were grateful for it. The pressure between your legs only seemed to grow the more that he pushed in, and finally Jacaerys was forced to acknowledge your maidenhood as you cried out.
He felt something break inside of you as you did, and when he looked down, he cursed at the redness that coated his cock.
âYouâre a maiden?â He asked softly, looking more guilty than he ever had as a small yet subtle tear ran down your cheek.
You nodded, your cunt throbbing as you squeezed him desperately.
âY-Yes,â You sniffled a slight pain spread through your body, wigging to alleviate some of the discomfort. âIâve never even kissed a man before you, my Prince. I swear!â
Jacaerys moaned as he sunk further inside of you. Kissing both of your cheeks as if to soothe you, and allowing you to bury your sweet face into his neck as he held you. âGods, how is this even possible? How can a mongrel like your father sire someone so perfect?â
You did not have an answer to that, too caught up in the feeling of being fucked for the first time to respond.
In the beginning, Jacaerys took it slow, letting you adjust to him whilst he peppered your neck with kisses and brushed any tears away. He let you decide when he moved, and once the sting in your lower regions faded away you gave him the okay to do so.
Slowly, he pulled out of you only to sink back in. You whimpered as Jacaerys filled you to the hilt, wrapping your legs around his back to keep him there and capturing his mouth.
As you kissed, you suddenly felt emotions overcome you like never before. Lust, passion, loveâit was all too much. It made your head spin in the best ways possible, loving the way Jacaerys used your body, loving the way he fucked you.
It got better the more you began to relax, and eventually your cunt didnât strain as much to take him. In fact, all of the wetness between your legs allowed Prince Jacaerys to slide in and out with ease, fucking you balls deep every time so that you could feel every thrust. Savor every vein and every inch of his delicious cock.
It had you moaning pathetically and tugging at his hair. Just like you predicted, it was soft underneath your fingertips; silky. The smell of his body and his gorgeous locks could be traced back to the oils he had used this morning, and his scent was just as intoxicating for you as yours was for him.
âFuck. Tell your Prince how good his cock feels inside of you. Tell me,â Jacaerys demanded. You cried out as he pounded into you harder, feeling him repeatedly hit a spot inside of you that you didnât even know existed.
It sent jolts of pleasure through your belly, making you squirm and cry out underneath him.
âIt feelsâŠit feels amazing! Gods, Jacaerys!â His lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, the sound of the bed creaking as he fucked you echoing through his room.
You held on for dear life, trying to chase that slow building, euphoric feeling in your belly. You werenât sure what it was, but it had you seeing the stars the moment the tension snapped, wrapping you in a pleasure so hot it momentarily made your body go weak.
Soon enough, Jacaerysâ pace began to grow sloppy, and his hips stilled as he cursed. With the feeling of you cumming and squeezing around him, he couldnât have lasted longer if he tried. Warm seed spilled inside of you as he also reached his high, muttering incoherent words as he fucked it into you.
You could feel it coating your walls, thick and heavy. It surprised you that he was so careless about finishing inside of you.
After all, he was admednet that all dragonseeds were nothing but bastards and mongrels. Unworthy of his sacred inheritance and bloodline, but now there was a possibility that he could have sired one of his own.
When he rolled off of you, you were afraid that he would kick you out and simply order a Maester to bring you tea. Never to speak of this again, never to hold you again.
Tears pricked your eyes at just the thought of being cast aside so easily, your heart aching. You sniffled as you watched him pull his trousers up, but to your surprise, he did not kick you out.
Still breathing heavily, the Prince poked his head out of the door and called for a maid to clean you up instead. When your dazed and slightly confused eyes met his, he merely smirked.
âI donât intend to shun you, Y/N, only take reparations. You and your father have my dragons and now I have your maidenhead. I do believe it has been a fair exchange, Änogar hen issa Änogar. Donât you agree?â
You were too distracted by his lips to respond, but even if you had, you wouldâve agreed.
You had a dragon, and now you had the Prince. If that wasnât enough to keep you satisfied and loyal, then the babe that grew belly certainly would.
Jacaerys thought about this as he pulled away. Quickly, his lips attached themselves to your cheeks, then your neck, and then playfully around your body. When you giggled at the ticklish sensation, pure joy filling your veins, he couldnât stop himself from smiling as well.
I hope youâre proud, mother. The seeds of loyalty have been sowed tonight indeed.
â
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for a moment, forever | choi seungcheol
SYNOPSIS. in which while shopping for wedding dresses for your best friend, you can't help but want to try one on too. PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader (ft. jihyo from twice as reader's engaged best friend) GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mild cursing, terms of endearment, reader wears a wedding dress, cheol doesn't show up until like halfway into the fic HAHAH WORD COUNT. 2.2k
notes: this is lowkey me describing my dream dress if i do somehow get married lmao so also self indulgent too ig, and it was fun searching up dresses! this also reminds me of that one scene from extraordinary attorney woo. if u know u know :') happy belated bday cheol <3
[02:39PM | y/n] should be done with jihyo's appointment in a few hours!! you can pick me up then bubâ€ïž
[2:41PM | cheol đ] Sounds good, my love. I'll see you then đ
"Wait, oh my God, that one is beautiful!"
"Right?!" Jihyo exclaims eagerly before swiping to the next photo in her camera roll, on it displayed a gorgeous mermaid wedding dress that she had saved from Pinterest. "Okay, not sure if I like the mermaid ones but this was one was too pretty to not be saved."
"You can always ask to try one on too. I still think you'd rock whichever one you put on," You tell her, lacing an arm around hers as the two of you approach the bridal boutique that was just around the corner. "I still can't believe you're getting married."
When you and Jihyo exchange knowing glances with each other, squeals of excitement escape both of you. It feels surreal, almost like a dream knowing that your best friend is about to walk down the aisle and take her first steps into married life. Just ahead of the two of you, the bridal boutique gleams with soft lights and elegantly displayed gowns in the windows.
As you both step inside, the cozy warmth of the boutique wraps around you, and a subtle, lingering floral scent and delicate perfume fills the air. The interior is enchanting yet inviting, with a variety of dresses arranged by style. The boutique's consultant greets you both with a welcoming smile, and after a brief chat and a rundown of the different options, she leads you to a private area where Jihyo can begin her fitting.
You follow Jihyo as she naturally gravitates towards the gowns on display. You can tell she's already picturing herself in each dress. It's a bit overwhelming being surrounded by so many intricately designed dresses, like you've walked straight into a world of fairytale. Lace, satin, tulleđevery fabric imaginable seems to be represented here.
While helping Jihyo pick out some dresses, you can't lie that some have caught your eye more than you can admit. Knowing that one day these dresses will be worn by someone on of the most important days of your life fills you with awe. The thought makes your heart full, and briefly, you can't but help but imagine yourself walking down the aisle one day.
For a moment, your mind flickers to the thought of Seungcheol, and your heart does a jump.
One particular white tulle, floral embroidered dress with off-shoulder sleeves catches your attention. It's a perfect blend of elegance and romance. You let your hand run over the delicate embroidery, marvelling with admiration at the elaborate details caressed over every inch of it. The floral patterns are so finely crafted that they seem to bloom like real flowers right out of the fabric.
"Y/N, you need to try that on right now!"
You turn swiftly at the sound of Jihyo's commanding voice. "What? No, I can'tđ"
"Come on, please!" Jihyo urges insistently while holding just about a dozen dresses in her hands. "It's so beautiful!"
"But this is for your special day, notđ"
"Honey, you and Seungcheol have been together for so long now, and sooner or later, you're going to have your special day too. Just try it on for fun, and Iâd love to see how it looks on you!"
Okay, she really didn't have to bring up Seungcheol like that, but now you can't get it out of your head. An odd, fluttery feeling bursts in your stomach on top of the embarrassment crawling up your neck.
"Fine," You relent with a playful look. "But I'll do it after you try on all your dresses. Once again, today is for you, missy."
A wide grin spreads across her face as she shuffles towards the fitting room. "It's a deal!"
The next hour or so you spend lounging on the couch as Jihyo tries on dress after dress. Each one seems to bring out a different side of her: from elegant to dramatic, playful to sophisticated. You canât help but laugh and cheer her on, snapping pictures and videos to capture every moment. You also help with various aspects of the fittings, from adjusting straps to even adding the veil on her head.
"You look like a princess!" You exclaim, clapping your hands as she twirls in a voluminous ball gown in front of the mirror.
"I feel like one!" Jihyo giggles, even doing a dramatic hair flip to add for an endearing touch.
The last one that she tries on is a mermaid dress with stunning lace detailing and a long, flowing train that spreads across the floor like ocean waves. As she steps out of the fitting room, the dress hugs her curves perfectly, and she looks every bit of a confident, radiant bride shining in her own element.
"Girl," You gasp out, voice full of awe. "that dress was made for you. You look absolutely stunning!"
Jihyo gazes at herself in the mirror. "Really?"
"Yes!" You claim, and you almost want to cry thinking about your best friend walking down the aisle. "I can so picture you walking down the aisle in this, holy shit."
Jihyo chuckles bashfully at your reaction.
"I'm going to be a bride," she says aloud, somewhat to herself and in a way announcing to the world too, before turning to you with a gleeful expression. "I'm going to be a bride!"
[04:45PM | cheol đ] Are you done, sweetheart? I got to leave work earlier and just arrived at the place. Might come in since it's boiling outside đ
"I really don't know about thisđ"
"Come on, just try it on!" Jihyo nudges you ever so slightly to the fitting room, the dress trembling in your grasp. "This will be us doing some early preparations for your wedding, 'kay?"
Reluctantly, you find yourself stepping into the fitting room, the dress in your hands feeling both light and heavy at the same time. Taking a long, deep breath, you start to change into the dress as the consultant comes to your side to assist.
At first, the fabric feels odd against your skin, the delicate embroidery and soft tulle brushing against your shoulders as you put on the dress. The off-shoulder sleeves fit surprisingly snug when you slip them through your arms. The floral patterns seem to come alive right before your eyes, just like they had when you first saw the dress.
You take the first glance of yourself in the mirror in the fitting room, and it's almost as if you've been kicked in the gut and all the words had left you.
"Wow," You whisper to yourself, doing a small spin to see how the dress looks, and it feels absolutely magical to be the one wearing this dress right now.
Scrambling slightly, you look around your scattered belongings on the floor for your phone, knowing that you just have to capture this very moment before you would have to take the dress off.
But you can't find your phone anywhere.
"Crap, where did I put it?" You mumble annoyedly, having to move your dress around to get a better look, yet you still don't see it. Did you leave it outside? "Hey, Jihyo! If you're out there, can you pass me my phone?"
No response.
"Jihyo?"
Still no response.
Deflating your shoulders, you decide you might as well step outside to retrieve it.
"I didn't think the dress would fit this good. It's a bit heavier than I thought but I think I could manageđ"
And then you freeze, almost as if you were caught red-handed committing some sort of heinous crime, because Seungcheol is standing not that far away from you, eyes wide with disbelief and mouth dropped down to the floor at the sight of you wearing the wedding dress.
For a few moments, it's like the world stops as well, and you start to feel a little self-conscious under his gaze.
"Cheol? What are you..." Then you look down at yourself and the dress you were wearing. "You're here earlier than I-I thought, I should go changeđ"
Seungcheol blinks back to reality from your words. "Wait, no, don't move, please."
He keeps his eyes locked on you, his gaze moving from your face, to the way the dress hugs and accentuates your figure in all the right ways, then back up again. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. You can't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you stand there, awkwardly holding the hem of the dress in your sweaty hands.
You can hear your heart pounding in your chest. This is not how you imagined seeing Seungcheol after Jihyo's appointment. You were expecting a casual, friendly greeting, maybe a quick kiss, and then a drive home. But this... this is different. You've been with Seungcheol for years, but he's staring at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
"Wow, I..." He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly before placing his hands in his pockets. "You're fucking breathtaking, honey."
Your cheeks burn brighter than ever, some sort of choked sound leaving you at his bluntness. You glance down at the dress, then back at Seungcheol.
"You... You think so?" You ask, voice timid and tainted with unsureness.
"Think so?" he repeats, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I know so. I can't take my eyes off you."
A rush of heat climbs up your neck as you avert your eyes away, pretending to adjust the hem of the dress, fingers clumsily tugging at the material. The dress suddenly feels suffocatingly hot and you don't know how much more you can take.
His eyes still don't leave you even when he steps closer, the features of his face softening into simply an adoring look.
You could feel your feet melting into the ground below. "Cheol, I should really go changeđ"
"Not yet," he says firmly, and you stay put. "Just let me look at you for a little longer, please?"
That familiar, pleading tone to his voice makes your heart run laps in your chest and causes your knees to feel like jelly. He takes a few more steps towards you, and before you know, he's standing right in front of you, half-lidded eyes flickering between yours and your lips. He takes a hand out of his pocket and reaches out to gently cup your face, letting a finger trace slowly over your cheek, leaning in just close enough to whisper in your ear.
"I can't wait to marry you."
His words come out so quiet that you're barely able to hear it. And before you can respond, some loud, marching footsteps snaps you out of thought.
"Y/N! Look at this, I found the perfect veil for you!" When Jihyo sees you and Seungcheol, she stops short in her tracks, glancing at the sight of you in the dress and Seungcheol standing in front of you appearing as if he was just two seconds away from kissing you.
You clear your throat loudly, stepping away from Seungcheol and towards Jihyo.
"You found a veil for me?" You ask her.
"Yeah, put it on!" Jihyo hands you the dainty veil. "I went through hell trying to find a good one and I think this one works perfectly."
You feel Seungcheol's eyes on you as you carry the veil towards the mirror and carefully place it over your head. The light, airy fabric showers down around you, complementing the elegant gown. As you adjust the veil to your liking, you catch a glimpse of your reflection and can't help but smile. You see Seungcheol in the mirror as well, staring at you with an intense gaze of admiration.
And when you turn around, Seungcheol thinks you look more beautiful than what his imagination could possibly give him. He has to bite at his bottom lip in order to suppress some of the giddiness threatening to spread throughout his body, and the thought of seeing you again in a wedding dress makes him almost dizzy.
You're like an angel who has stepped foot into his world. The dress houses your wings and the veil is your halo. It's a perfect vision of the future heâs been dreaming about for so long it nearly makes him burst; a reality that he never thought he'd be seeing so soon.
He's going to marry youđhe knows he will. He knew that from that moment you first smiled at him back in your freshman year English class, all because you both simply made unexpected eye contact while you were introducing yourself. He knew it even more when he embarrassingly fell on his ass during a university soccer game and your laugh was the only sound that he could hear.
This is his first peek of forever with you, and he can't wait for it to all come true.
Seungcheol faintly hears you ask what he thinks about it, and only the heavens know how much he wants to answer by putting that ring stashed in the depths of his bedside drawer on your finger right then and there. But there's a time and place for everything. He has to make sure everything is perfect first.
So, yeah, he should really get to planning. And right now seems like a good start.
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you told me your new man donât make you nut, thatâs a damn shame.
closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader
pt.2 here: all mine
tags: internalized homophobia, smut, cheating, tw:owen, fingering (aa!receiving), lowkey sub!aa
A/N: we do not condone cheating here! unless itâs on owen fuck that asshole. sorry i disappeared for 100 years!! hope this is half-decent enough to make up for it. working on reqs i promise!!!! i love you all my sweet angels <333
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it was undeniableâ the tension, between you and abby anderson. your queer sexuality was common knowledge amongst the WLF base, and your reputation as a womanizer quite contributory to the hot topic. on the complete opposite of the spectrum stood abby: top soldier, with the highest leading score in kills, and most importantly, dutiful girlfriend to owen moore.
where she stood on the line of homosexuality was made evidently clear. from the way she scoffed under her breath at the sight of your marked-up one night stands, to her weekly mornings at the baseâs sunday service, you had found an almost masochistic pleasure in ticking her off to your best efforts.
you would catch yourself throwing offhand comments towards your latest hookups when she was in ears range. âmy dickâs better than any manâs, isnât that right, baby?â
in the mere corner of your peripheral vision you would see abbyâs jaw tighten, gaze hard as she refused to look your wayâ her own sort of defiance to your antics. a haughty smirk threatened to break across your face. you couldnât exactly place your finger on as to why you were so enamored with her understated reactions, rather than focused on the pretty, blushing girl in front of you. it became a thrill you craved insatiably, and built up as a wall between you two over the years, bound to come tumbling sooner or later.
~
mid-summer now, the longer days and better hunt called for a compulsory celebration. wlfâs central lounge was buzzing with drunken chatter and alight with the golden hue of mini lamp lights.
your childish bickering with abby hadnât lessened up any bit, and to much of your delight, had begun to stir up more volatile reactions of hers as theyâve persisted.
you sat across her now, separated by only a couple footâs distance and a beer bottle, which lay empty and flat on its side.
âspin the bottle? what are we, twelve?â abby scoffed at the idea.
she sat crisscrossed, forearms resting atop her legs, muscles straining against her tight grey shirt, and you couldnât help but wonder how she, the very picture of masc, was so adamantly straight.
âaw, scared, anderson?â you grinned devilishly.
she physically recoiled, as if the very thought of being intimidated by someone like you burned her mind. haughty self satisfaction coursed through your veins, sick pleasure in knowing you could get under her skin so easily. running your eyes salaciously down her figure, you watched as she shifted nervously. cute.
âes solo un juego, abby,â manny says, shrugging.
âwhatever,â she replies, âjust get on with it.â
as the rounds go by, you canât help but take note of the way abby awkwardly averts her gaze from whichever two lucky partakers kiss, no matter the duo. scoffing, she teasingly mouths âpendejoâ after manny stupidly grins into his third kiss of the night. you watch her smile disappear in a brief second when the your turn arises.
eye contact unwavering, you stare down abby as the bottle whirls around, waiting for it to select its next target. you canât quite understand why your heart feels like itâs racing out of your chest the closer the bottlehead gets to nodding the blondeâs direction.
it inches closer. slower now.
a person awayâ and it stops.
âŠon the pretty girl next to abby.
abby releases a harsh breath you didnât realize she was holding, chest rising slowly as she catches some air. you blink.
you cross the short distance between the two of you crawling, abby eyeing you down, before swerving your course of action in the last moment to land yourself in front of the girl next to her. without a momentâs hesitation you tug her in for a kiss, or no, multiple kisses as you tongue the girl down hungrily. she groans into it with a matched eagerness, desperate to get a dose of your infamous mouth.
your eyes flicker open between kisses, expecting to get an eyeful of the top of the blondeâs head, but youâre met with quite the opposite. the piercing stare of none other than abby anderson sends a chill down your spine. her breath hitchesâ she looks like sheâs been fucking caught. and as tempting as the girl in front of you is, you canât tear your gaze away from her.
you begin to dominate what is now a full-blown makeout session, eyes darkened, breaths unsteady, hands pulling. she just watches, bound to the floor. you watch her watch. and you want her to want it.
you pull away with a final tug on the girlâs bottom lip, feeding off the way abbyâs eyes follow the action. someone wolf-whistles in the background, but, even flustered now, you canât shake the undeniable tension between yourself and abby.
the rhythmic thumping of blood rushing through your skull acted rather as a barrier between your awareness and the continuing rounds. thankfully, you were left as a mere onlooker, free of any further unwanted attention.
abby had gone back to staring at her lap, you discovered, watching intently as she picked a stray hair off her jeans.
âhey anderson,â you called over, her reaction immediateâ head jolting up.
her eyes relaxed to a glare once she realized you were the one addressing her, raising an eyebrow in question.
âi think itâs âbout your turn, yeah?â
âyou fu-â
âsolo un juego, abby,â manny cuts in.
with a huff, abby begrudgingly leans over to give the bottle a spin, tapping her fingers against the floor in anticipation.
the bottle stops. so does your heart, for just a second.
you look up. abby looks to owen. the fucking son of a bitch lends no help, smirking, excited that his perverted fantasies have come to life before his eyes.
âcâmon then,â you nod at her, leaning back on your wrists, almost in invitation.
she moves slowly, braid dangling by her shoulder as she scooches towards you, hands coming to a stop on the floor in front of you.
closer now, you can feel the heat radiating off her large figure onto your own, the light brush of her breaths intermingling with your own. yetâ she makes no move to get any closer.
you loop a finger around her neckline and drag her in, teeth clashing from the aggression, noses bumping; itâs no fairytale kiss. but then your tongue licks into her open mouth, perhaps merely by muscle memory, or maybe because you secretly want a taste of more, and she fucking whimpers. so quiet, strangled, from the back of her throat, but you hear it nonetheless, and god, you feel it.
the switch up is almost immediate: abby pulling away faster than you can blink, back in her original spot before you know it, wiping at her mouth. but she was too late. you knew what she craved, and you were going to make sure sheâd have to beg for it.
~
the party was in full swing now, majority of the room drunk off of wlfâs own brew, which meant everyone was completely fucked up.
you stumbled over to the serving area, leaning haphazardly over the bar to scan the room without falling over. your eyes caught onto a familiar blonde, seated quietly with a group composed of what you assumed to be her usual patrol friends. sheâs seated next to owen, the fucker, who has his arm lazily swung around the skank sprawled on the other side of him. your eyes are glued to the visible scrunch between abbyâs eyebrows, fingers itching to reach out and press it away.
âwhoâs the lucky girl youâre sinking your claws into tonight?â
your head swivels towards the voice, met with a concerned look from alex, wlfâs residential mixologist.
ââŠyou good, babe?â
âfuckâ yeah, just got a lit, a little dizzy for sec. the answer to, uh- to, your question is no one,â you hiccuped, grinning up at alex as you rested your head against the cold counter.
âuh-huh, sure. iâll let you have your secrets. i wonât pry,â she quips.
you laugh, miming an imaginary lock over your lips before tossing the âkeyâ away. âwhat can i say? iâm a gentleman, alex, no, gentlewoman. i donât kiss and te-â
youâre cut off by another voice approaching the counter, low and slurring, asking for a glass of straight whiskey.
you roll your head over, faced with the towering frame of none other than abby anderson. sheâs closer than you expected her to be, causing you to stumble back a step, and then laugh at yourself, muttering under your breath, straight whiskey for the straight girl.
âi think youâve had well enough, anderson. even with all the muscle on you, man, i donât know how you got this hammered. iâll get you some water, honey,â alex jokes.
abby sulks, spacing out as she begrudgingly sips on her water. you doubt she even notices your presence, using the accidental peace as time to really take in her side profile. sheâs stunning, in her own, amazonian sort of way. especially now in the hazy golden light of the lounge, the sweaty blonde strands framing her face made her appear in rather close resemblance to a goddess of some type. and all you wanted was to worship her in that manner, treat her body as your temple and such. perhaps the alcohol really was getting to you.
âwhatâs got you all pouty, anderson? your little boyfriend not doing you any good?â
itâs so comical, the effect your presence has on abby. her head jerks your way at the first breath of your words, and her pinning gaze blows away any of the fog clouding either of your minds.
her demeanor hardens instantly, as she crosses her arms defensively. âfuck off,â is all she manages to spit out.
you take it as an invitation to continue. âlike,â you scoff, âthereâs no way he knows how to hit all the right spots. does he even try to? howâs his head game, abs?â
her look away speaks volumes.
âoh? god, what a dick.â
âhe-â she tries.
â-i could show you a good time,â you ramble, âi can assure you that i know how to hit all the right spots. your spotsâ i mean, only if you want me to.â
she gawks at you, her look half full of disbelief and half full of curiosity. and you can tell that youâve got her hooked.
âi donât need you,â she mutters, but a glance at her thighs pressed tight together says otherwise.
you smirk, placing your hand down that just so happens to land on her mid-thigh. her muscle jolts at your contact.
tentatively dragging your fingers higher, you speak lowly, stare locked, âyou sure, baby?â
the wall comes crashing.
abbyâs snatching your hand off her leg in a heartbeat and dragging you into the closest bathroom, shoving you against the door and pushing her lips against yours.
your tongue is dipping into her open mouth almost immediately, desperate to pull another one of her addicting whimpers out.
âshit,â abby curses in between gasps, before leaning back in to just consume more of you. her hands are searching for any part of you she can reach, grabbing at the meat at your hips, thighs, pressing your waist against hers with a groan.
the feel of your body against her own is so different from owensâ, but so satisfying in a way she canât wrap her head around. you fit into her frame like a puzzle piece, and your touches are needy and selfish, but they donât feel offensive in the way that owenâs do.
you venture a hand under her shirt, tracing along the ridges of her toned stomach, and abby shudders, breaking your kiss to look down at your moving hand. sheâs panting against your neck, heavier now, as you slide your hand up under her bra to cup her chest softly, rolling her hardened nipple between your fingers and watching hypnotically as she gasps into your skin.
with her head down at this angle, her neck is perfectly bared, and you canât deny yourself a taste, can you? youâre sinking your teeth in before you realize it, soothing the marks with a wet lick over, only to tug the skin in between your teeth to suck at.
the quiet noises abbyâs trying to muffle against your shoulder now are sending you into a frenzy, your hands now abandoning her breasts to pull her hips closer against yours.
abby nearly cries at the loss of your direct touches, but stops when your fingers return a place far more rewarding. youâve unbuttoned her jeans now, your hand cupping her over her boxers teasingly, digits pressing over the damp spot in the fabric.
âbet youâve never been this wet for owen,â you laugh, running a finger over her soaked core.
âdonât bring him up right now,â she pants in return, hips keening to your touch as she grabs your face to press into a sloppy kiss.
you push her boxers down eagerly, teasing two fingers by her leaking entrance to gather her slick.
god, abby gasps, and it seems to be the winning word of the night when she repeats it as she watches you stuff those same two fingers into your own mouth, and again when you stuff them straight into her pussy.
her pretty eyes are rolling back into her skull farther with every thrust against her gummy walls. âlook at me while i fuck you dumb on my fingers, abs, look at me,â you beg.
âi c-canât,â she whines, blushing a deep red and burrowing her face into your shoulder.
you slow your pumps, using your free hand to grab her by the braid and force her look at you. âawh,â you coo, pouting mockingly at her gaped mouth, âcute.â
your fingers buried as deep into her as physically possible, you curl them to hit that sensitive spot you genuinely believe has never even been touched once. and with the way abby lets out her loudest moan yet, you cannot believe otherwise.
âthere it is,â you murmur, massaging your fingertips agonizingly slow inside of her, âsee what youâre missing out on?â
her only response is a strangled whimper. baby blue eyes big and pleading as they threaten to roll back with every slight movement.
mhm, you goad her on, âthatâs your g-spot, baby, feels real good, huh?â
she nods her head vigorously, quiet mhmmhmhmâs trailing out from her bitten lips.
ânow if your little boyfriendâs dick is too small to reach it, i guess he canât help it,â you laugh. âshame, you make such pretty noises when i touch you here,â you let out an exaggerated sigh, picking up your pace abruptly to slam into her spot over and over.
abbyâs nearly gone cross-eyed, tossing her head back now as her pussy throbs almost rhythmically with every thrust. sheâs never felt so filled to the brim, so overwhelmed with pleasure, and sheâs too blissed out to even care about the stupid fucking smirk youâve got plastered on your face.
âbut his mini- dick is no excuse for not touching you here,â you continue, letting loose of her hair to finally touch her poor, neglected, pink clit, rubbing circles harshly into the button.
abbyâs heart nearly jumps out of her chest. sheâs moaning nonstop and swearing like a fucking sailor, the combination of your actions almost too much for her to physically bear. after a particularly loud oh god, fuck-please, you have no choice but to stuff abbyâs mouth full with the bottom of her shirt. and fuck, was that the right move; the way her ab muscles flex and tighten as she nears her release, glistening with sweat, is enough to make you let out a groan of your own.
ââm- close,â abby cries around the fabric, hips rocking with your motions as she begins to ride out her high.
âthere you go anderson, you got it,â you mutter, circling her swollen clit faster now as you fuck into her g-spot repeatedly.
mmmmph is all you can make out, as abbyâs walls clamp down around your curled fingers and she digs her nails into your sides, eyes squeezing shut.
her jerking movements eventually slow along with your own, half lidded eyes staring as you slip your cum-coated fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. the moistened fabric falls from abbyâs open jaw as she attempts to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
before you know it, sheâs tugging up her soaked boxers and jeans, shoving past you as she buttons them up and promptly bolts out of that bathroom.
well, that was one way to deal with the tension.
sheâll come running back to you before she knows it.
yikes! i just read that over and yikes! lol uh! sorry guys iâm out of practice!! we love abby anderson though and pray that she gets over her internalized homophobia. sheâs too sexy for allat.
send me more reqs!! not that i need any more but send âem!
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Hii i have a request for doctor!remus or maybe emt!marauders (whichever you think goes best) with clumsy reader who is constantly covered in mystery bruises and maybe she bumps her head a lot in a just a few days between them and they find out bc they feel or see the bump or they see her bump her head and maybe gives herself a concussion ?? This is kinda what happened to me a few days ago when i smacked my head really hard and then yesterday at an appartement sighting right infront of the previous tenants and the real estate agent đ© and i remember walking home and seeing like these white spots you see after hitting your head, you know?? And thinking oh if the boys where here they would be scolding me soo hard but also the coddling i just wanted to be wrapped up by them đ
Oh god sorry for the long unnecessary and embarrassing backstory đ
And ofcourse you only have to write this if you want to !! Hope you have a great day đđ«¶đ»
Thanks for the request lovely, hope your head is okay!!
cw: concussion
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠658 words
Sirius watches you, nearly falling asleep against Remusâ side at one in the afternoon. Youâve been in a funny mood all day, only wanting to lie around with the curtains drawn and watch films you hardly seem to be paying attention to. Itâs not very much like you, but your boyfriends are more than happy to go along with it. Remus has been half drifting off too, while James keeps going back and forth between the kitchen to make more snacks and Sirius sits with your legs across his lap.
âIs your head still hurting you, lovie?â James asks as he sits down again, probably only for another ten minutes.
You hum discontentedly.
Remus responds by holding you to him as he leans forward, taking your water bottle from the coffee table. âDrink some more,â he tells you, voice rough with drowsiness.
Sirius watches vigilantly as you take a few slow sips. You look tired and put out, but your expression eases into something closer to contentment when Remus pets your hair approvingly. Sirius sees the moment your boyfriendâs brow furrows. His frown as he looks down at your head, moving his hand over the same spot again.
âDove, what happened here?â
âHm?â You look up at him, but then Remus must press down slightly because your expression pinches. âOw.â
âWhat is it?â Sirius scoots closer. James leans forward in his chair, too.
âThereâs a bump on the side of her head,â Remus says worriedly. Heâs trying to part your hair to see better. âCan you lean forward for me, love?â
Sirius sets a hand on your shoulder, encouraging you to bend over and murmuring a thanks when you do. While Remus tries to turn on his phone flashlight, he brushes his fingers gently over your head. You inhale, and his heart flinches.
âSorry.â He kisses your hair consolingly. âDo you remember bumping it?â
âYeah,â you sigh, as though the mere memory exhausts you. âI knocked it on a cabinet yesterday at work.â
âYou knocked it hard?â James stands up, peering over Remusâ shoulder as he inspects your head.
âIt felt hard at the time, yeah.â
âAngel, why didnât you say anything? You ought to have called us after a bump like that.â
You shrug. Sirius can see you looking sheepishly into your lap. âIt was embarrassing, and it didnât seem very bad. Itâs fine now, just a bit sore.â
âBut you have a headache,â Remus says dubiously, âand youâve been tired ever since.â
You hesitate. âYeah, butâŠâ
âCan you look up here for me?â Sirius touches under your chin, prompting you to sit back up. He holds up his flashlight, making sure you see it before clicking it on.
Though it shouldnât be a surprise, you flinch hard, your face scrunching with the force of your squint. Sirius clicks the light off.
He kisses the space between your brows. âI think youâve given yourself a mild concussion, sunshine.â
âReally?â you ask, bemused, at the same time as James makes a horribly dejected sound and leans over for a hug.
âOur poor sweetheart,â he laments, bent over awkwardly with his arms around you. âNo wonder youâve been feeling so odd today, hm? We really shouldnât be letting you watch TV while your brainâs trying to recover.â
âNo, we shouldnât,â Remus agrees, reaching for the remote and switching it off. âHow do you feel about a nap, dovey? Youâve seemed sleepy.â
âThatâs a good idea.â Sirius mushes another kiss into your temple. âIt might help a bit with your headache, and I know Remus would nap with you.â
You hesitate. James tightens his hold and Remus strokes the hair near your injury, each of your boyfriends desperate to dote on you in their own ways. âSure,â you say. âThat could be nice.â
âThere you go, lovie,â James says approvingly. âIf you hadnât wanted to cuddle with our Rem, then we wouldâve had to really worry about your head.â
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I love this.
disney is a coward so I know they'll never do this, but given what we learned was SUPPOSE to happen between alex and stevie, I would still love a post-eloping for the reboot.
like just imagine alex and stevie as the Cool Gay Aunts(tm) for justin's kids (+ billie). they show up for the holidays and totally shower the kids with magical gifts, including a baby dragon for the boys (which does end up setting fire to their parents bed sheets). milo shows off a magic trick to his friends, using alex (since billie's not allowed to) sneakily casting spells from the bushes so the card really does dissapear from his hand, leaving his friends cheering (stevie smiling but refusing to admit to alex how cute is it). stevie has a motorcycle (which alex thinks is super hot but also refuses to admit) and while the kids aren't old enough for a ride, she does let them sit on it and rev the handles nice and loud while justin panics from the porch. they team up with all three kids to pull pranks on justin and even sometimes get giana in on a few harmless ones. maybe alex even uses her role on the tribunal to get stevie's records cleared, and they both start to advocate for a more fair way of distributing magic between families.
and billie could have an extra adult at her side! I know justin is suppose to fill the pseudo-dad role, but while billie spends her time with the russo's, also gets to spend her summers or whatever with her two cool wizard aunts. they encourage her to keep up with her studies but for the most part they just chill, letting billie indulge in a few sweets (knowing how health-conscious justin has forced his family to be) and sometimes in a pg-13 movie together. when she's there however, the house does turn into a prank war; guests are to be extremely careful when entering and encouraged to bring a separate pair of clothes.
I dunno it would just be super cool; alex and stevie reunited and I think the kids would love her too - plus watching their aunt who's always acted so aloof get all smiley and whatnot and I'm just imagining a scenario with alex and the kids like:
billie: why does stevie call you babygirl
alex: hey who wants to play the quiet game!!
#wizards of waverly place#wowp#wizards beyond waverly place#disney channel#I would LOVE a reappearance of stevie though just imagine it#even though billie has been training something happens where the council finally decides to strip her of her powers like alex warned about#alex and justin try going to talk to the council on billie's behalf but have to leave her behind#and when billie's all alone you suddenly see stevie slink from the shadows with a 'hey kid..'#billie is nervous at first but stevie says she actually wants to help her and that it's not fair what's happening to her#and says if billie comes with her then she can keep her powers and in a moment of worry billie makes the split decision to go with her#I dunno how alex finds out maybe roman sees it happen too late and says some girl took billie#'what girl??' 'I dunno! she was a wizard too - she kept her wand in her boot!'#and IMMEDIATELY alex knows what happened#alex eventually finds stevie and there's this VERY tense moment when they see each other#stevie still mad at alex for 'betraying' her (even if stevie was kinda right but nvm) and who's she's aligned with now#'you workin' for the man now russo? gone soft?' 'at least I'm not straight-up stealing kids'#alex still feeling a bit guilty about what she did to stevie but mad at her for taking billie#there's an almost fight (verbal or magical whichever) but in some outside chaos they loose billie#now they're forced to team up to find her#and although it's cold at first they both warm up again to each other having missed their friendship (even if it was short lived)#stevie quietly admiring how much further alex has gotten with magic and how she's excelled#and alex still having a soft heart for stevie wanting to help the wizards who got abandoned#anyway they find billie but the council is alerted to what happened and is now on their way to them to capture stevie#a cornered alex pleads with stevie saying she can persuade the council to let her go and while stevie's heart skips at that#she knows it's no use and uses her magic to create a pocket dimension to escape or something#but not before kissing alex on the corner of her lips and saying 'till next time russo - give that stuck-up council some hell for me'#freezing alex who's seconds from pulling her back and then disappears#billie enters and unfreezes alex and watches her face slowly turns crestfallen as she realizes#'do you think we'll ever see her again?' 'your guess is as good as mine kid..' '..do you want to?' '....lets head back home.'#WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE
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whichever way [woosan x reader] epilogue
pairing: woosan x f reader
rating: 18+
genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, FWB to QPR
ch. summary: together you make a new start.
wc: 2.6k
ch. warnings: no explicit content but there is some conversation about sex, i teared up while writing this; does that count as a warning?
a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.
a/nÂČ: what a fucking time we live in. take good care âĄ
masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, epilogue
âI think these are the last ones,â Wooyoung says, patting the stack of boxes next to him. âDid we get everything from your side?â
âYeah, we emptied that out yesterday,â you say. âThis⊠this is it.â
San hums thoughtfully, putting an arm around each of you. âEnd of an era isnât it?â
The three of you stand by the doorway to the living area, looking over an empty, forlorn apartment.
Depressingly bare walls, furniture replaced by nostalgia. It doesnât even look like anyone ever stayed here at all. The only concrete proof of your life here is the kitchen cabinetâs crooked door, busted when San hit his head so hard youâd worried he fractured his skull.
Even now, face to face with the empty room, it feels surreal to leave it all behind. No more paper-thin walls, no clumsily bumping into each other in the cramped kitchenette, no more sneaking through the buildingâs hallway in the early mornings or late nights.
Suddenly every small inconvenience is filtered through the rose-coloured lens of sentimentality, like theyâre something to be treasured. Maybe they are. The little imperfections that brought texture to the flavourful sweetness of everything good.
All three of you take a moment, keenly aware youâre saying goodbye to the space where you collided into them; collided, and then intertwined. Thereâs a lot here to be grateful for.
Wooyoung is the one to break the spell. He nods his head with a big sigh, like he's bracing himself. âReady to go?â
âYeah,â you say, matching his sigh. âJust one more thing left to do here, right?â
San and Wooyoung divide the boxes between them; you are already holding a large flower bouquet. Itâs time for your final goodbye in this building.
Together, you take the elevator down one floor, then walk over to the apartment placed directly underneath yours. You ring the doorbell, and it does not take long before Mrs Yoon opens the door.
âOh? Oh! Itâs you kids!â The crinkles in her face deepen into a wide smile, and she curiously eyes the boxes. âToday is the big day then, hm?â
San bows his head politely. âWeâre officially moved out, yes,â he says, a tinge of red across his cheeks. âUm. Sorry for all the trouble weâve caused.â
âNonsense,â she scolds. âNo trouble at all, Iâm sad to see you go. Itâll be so quiet around here without you!â
The redness on Sanâs face intensifies but Wooyoung just giggles, immune to Mrs Yoonâs light teasing. âStill, we didnât want to go without getting you a little something,â Wooyoung says, âa thank you for putting up with us!â
âAhh, Wooyoungie, you shouldnât have!â Mrs Yoon coos adoringly over him like heâs her favourite grandson, lovingly pinching his cheeks. She lets out a small gasp of surprise when you hand the flowers over to her. âThese are for me? Really?â
âReally,â you say. âItâs the least we could do!â
The bouquet looks comically huge in her tiny arms, almost drowning her in camellias and hydrangeas; but Mrs Yoon just beams with delight, taking a deep whiff of the sweet aromas. Even with the flowers, she still manages to reach for your cheek, patting it in gratitude.
âWishing you and your friends all the best in your new home, sweetie,â she says warmly. âFeel free to drop by if youâre ever back in the neighbourhood.â
âWe will, Mrs Yoon,â you promise, a pleasant glow in your chest at the word âfriendsâ. âThank you for looking out for us.â
The three of you part ways with Mrs Yoon, regretfully declining an invitation to come inside for a cup of tea. Your new home waits for you.
The new apartment is not too far from the old place, just a short ride away. Wooyoung is driving the car that Yunho was gracious enough to lend you, and youâre next to him in the front seat, his hand resting casually on your thigh. San is behind you, leaned forward with his chin on the backrest while he sweetly hums along to some romantic pop-song on the radio.
You bask in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through the window, smiling at Sanâs smooth voice while your hand rests on top of Wooyoungâs. Itâs easy, itâs comfortable. Outside the car, your surroundings slowly grow less and less familiar, though you know thatâll come with time. You look forward to it.
Finally you reach the compexâs underground parking lot where Wooyoung neatly parks Yunhoâs car. You unload the boxes, and find the elevators after a brief moment of disorientation.
Youâre not on the top floor this time, but this building is taller so youâre still up higher than before. Finally you exit the elevator, and nostalgia is pushed back in favour of excitement as you walk over to your front door. One single door, for all three of you.
(Of course, you practically lived together already anyway, but it still feels different like this. More solid. Words and promises of long-term commitment transformed into tangible fact.)
You type in the freshly memorised code into the keypad, and the door opens.
The apartment is bigger and nicer than your old place; itâd be far too expensive for you alone, but thatâs the practical benefit of splitting rent three ways. Itâs still a mess, of course, unpacked boxes all over the place, but already you can see glimpses what itâs going to be, the home youâll make out of this cluttered chaos.
Already thereâs a small bustle of friends moving around the place, helping you to settle in. Even Hongjoong took time off, standing in the (significantly larger) kitchenette with a puzzled expression as he goes through one of the boxes.
You make a beeline towards him, and Hongjoong grins as you approach, making a show of groaning in annoyance when you lay a bear-hug on him.
âWhat kind of highbrow culinary types did you move in with? I donât even know what half of these are,â he sighs, toying with a basic garlic press as he glances at the wide array of appliances strewn on the kitchen island. âMakes me feel like Iâm not adulting right.â
âItâs alright, not all of us can be kitchen princesses. Thatâs Wooyoungâs purview,â you joke.
Hongjoong snorts. âIs that your way of saying you also donât know what half of these are?â
âPff, donât lump me in with you. I know at least three quarters of them.â
âWow, impressive! Let me know when you earn your first Michelin Star.â
He grins when you playfully elbow him in the side, and together you unpack the rest of the box, enjoying the bustle of activity around you.
A few people are walking back and forth, sorting out boxes and putting them in the right place. Seonghwa and Yeosang have taken up most of the floorspace to assemble a large bookcase, looking somewhat bamboozled by the instructions. San is setting out Byeolâs things already, even though sheâll stay at his sisterâs as a guest until youâre all settled in.
He wrestles with putting her climbing tree back together when a sudden flash of light distracts him; Wooyoung has grabbed his camera. To do a little documenting of the event, he claims.
âWooyoung-ssi,â Yeosang says pointedly, âarenât you just avoiding having to do any real work?â
âCome on, itâs important to save some memories of today!â Wooyoung says enthusiastically, utterly undeterred by his oldest friendâs scepticism. Instead he snaps a quick shot of Yeosang instead, who instantly shields his face. This only escalates into Wooyoung trying to take a selfie with Yeosang, which escalates into him trying to land a smooch on Yeosangâs cheek.
You watch their shenanigans with a wide, bright smile, and Hongjoong watches you with a thoughtful expression in turn.
âSoâŠâ he says in a slow drawl. âWhat was that you once told me? That you got nothing âinvolvedâ going on with these guys?â
Heat flares up on your face. âShut up,â you mumble, embarrassed at the reminder of how deeply in denial you used to be. Letâs face it; San and Wooyoung had firmly pulled you into their orbit from the very start.
Hongjoong chuckles and pats your shoulder. âItâs fine. Iâm just glad you were right about the most important thing.â
You give him a confused look. â?â
His eyes soften, a crooked smile on his face. âThat I didnât have to worry about you.â
You swallow thickly, a sudden lump in your throat at his sincerity. âYeah? Well donât think that means youâre off the hook for our irregularly scheduled videocalls,â you joke awkwardly, prodding him in the side again. âItâs not like the guys replaced you or something. I still want my bestie too.â
âGood!â he chuckles. âAnyway, they couldnât if they tried. Iâm pretty irreplaceable.â
âOh my god, shut up,â you laugh, whapping him on the shoulder.
You try to continue unpacking the kitchen supplies; but you soon get distracted when Yunho struggles to carry a gigantic potted plant, and you realise heâs about to set it down in the living area.
âYunho wait, hang on! That goes outside!â
You abandon Hongjoong to guide Yunho out to the modestly sized balcony.
âHere, here,â you usher him to a corner, where the plant will provide some nice shade and privacy.
Yunho sighs in relief when he can set the heavy pot down, stretching his back with a low groan as he stands upright again. He looks around curiously, looking around the balcony. Itâs not much, with just some old garden furniture that Wooyoungâs parents âdonatedâ to you, but the plant makes a good start to cosy it up properly.
âHuh. Hadnât been out here yet,â he says, putting his hands on the metal railing to lean forward and take in the view. âItâs nice.â
Your eyes get momentarily distracted by how his long fingers curl around the handrail, but then you tear your gaze away and look out over the neighbourhood together. Itâs mostly other apartment complexes, but thereâs a big park with plenty of greenery and a pond nearby too, next to a busy kidsâ playground.
âYeah,â you agree with a wistful smile. âReally nice.â
You glance at Yunho again. All the initial awkwardness between you has faded by now; San, Wooyoung and him were eager to make up for lost time, so heâs been around quite a bit. You donât mind. You like Yunho.
(Not just because he has distracting hands. Heâs every bit as funny and dependable as your first impression led you to believe. It didnât take long for you to grow just as fond of Yunho as the guys are.)
âAnd if you think about it, I got you to thank for it all!â you joke, grinning at Yunho. âReally, if you hadnât played cupid, I wouldnât have ended up here.â
Yunho blinks in confusion. âCupid?â
âYeah? You set San and Wooyoung up, right? San told me you played matchmaker.â
ââŠâŠHuh. That is what San thinks I was doing?â He lets out an awkward, breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his head.
âYou werenât?â You frown at Yunho. âBut you introduced them, right?â
âY-Yeah, butâ Never mind,â he says, his ears going red. âItâs not important.â
You give him a stubborn look. âUm. No. No, you canât leave me hanging there. Whatâs not important?â
Yunho sees the look in your eyes, and after a long moment he gives a slow nod and straightens up. He glances at the open balcony door, but nobody inside is paying you any particular mind.
He leans forward, conspiratorially, dropping his voice low. The secrecy is causing your heart to bump faster in your chest; what the hell happened?
âOkay so, uh. No, I didnât set them up,â Yunho says. âSure, Iâm really happy that it worked out so well for them, but⊠no, I just meant to test the waters for a bit, to see if things clicked between us, and then⊠I could see if they were interest in doing⊠other stuff together.â
âStuff?â you ask â but the redness of Yunhoâs ears deepens, and a lightbulb turns on in your head. âWait,â you hiss, lowering your own voice as you lean even closer to him. âYou introduced them to have a threesome? And they started dating instead??â
âBasically, yeah!â he chuckles awkwardly. âAnd really, itâs no big deal, Iâm happy to see my friends happy. I saw the way they hit it off, figured Iâd give them some space to figure things out. Thought I could always pitch the idea later â well, until Wooyoung told me San wanted to be monogamous.â
âOh god,â you say, growing more and more aghast as your brain works overtime, linking up all the dots Yunho is throwing at you. âAnd then San asked you for advice about me.â
âYeah, Iâll admit it â that one stung!â he laughs, about five percent pained. The last lingering hints of a grudge still holding on.
âI bet it did, fuck Iâm so sorryââ
âNot your fault,â Yunho says, patting your shoulder with a reassuring smile.
You puff out a flustered burst of air, and shake off your embarrassment. Yeah, heâs right. This isnât your fault. ââŠIs it weird that Iâm kind of offended on your behalf?â you say with an awkward grin (god this is all so awkward). âLike, I know San and Wooyoung can be a bit oblivious, especially when they get stuck in each otherâs little lovestruck tunnel vision, but seriously? They never realised??â
âEh,â Yunho shrugs. âItâs on me too, I misjudged. Clearly shouldnât have taken the subtle approach.â
You snort. âOkay yeah, maybe itâs a little on you too. The subtle approach? For those two?â
âHey! Whatcha talking about?â San says out of nowhere, poking his head around the doorway like a devil who has belatedly realised someone spoke of him. âThought I heard my name!â
You freeze instantly and fumble for an answer. âUuhhhhhhhâŠâ
Wooyoungâs head pokes out from behind Sanâs broad shoulders. âHm? Are you guys gossiping about us?â
âUmmâŠâŠâŠâŠâ
But Yunho just lets out a dry chuckle, unfazed by the interruption. âYeah, actually,â he says with an easygoing smile. âI was just telling her that I never meant to play matchmaker for you two.â
âYou didnât?â San asks in surprise. âI thoughtâŠâ
âI know,â Yunho interrupts him, not unkindly. âBut no, I was trying to set us for a threesome.â
A deep, deep silence falls that strikes even Wooyoung.
Heâs just staring at Yunho wide-eyed, the gears in his head ground to a complete halt. San has gone full crimson in the cheeks, putting Yunhoâs faintly red ears to shame.
âWhat?â Yunho laughs when he sees your surprised face. âYou said it yourself; no room for subtlety with these two. It was bound to come out sometime anyway. No time like the present.â
âYou know what? Fair,â you say, relaxing back into a laugh of your own.
âW-wait, you what??â San finally stammers out.
Yunho casually leans his side against the balcony railing, shrugging at San. âIs it really that big a surprise, coming from me?â
Wooyoungâs shock has slowly morphed into a thoughtful expression as the gears in his head come back into motion. Keen interest shines in his eyes as he looks back-and-forth from Sanâs flustered blush to you and Yunho, grinning at each other.
âSo uh,â Wooyoung says, mischief creeping into the curve of his crooked smile, ââŠis having sex together still on the table?â
final notes: yes, i am planning to do a one-shot sequel lol. you are getting that yunwoosan foursome smut scene <3 originally it was part of the epilogue, but i decided it works better as its own, separate thing
but this still is the end of the main series, the story of Woosan & reader coming together, and i am a big ball of emotion over it asdkjdsajk. thankyou for reading my fic, and for all the incredibly kind words iâve received; this was a very special, personal project to me, and i hope it gave you some good times âĄ
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Double surprise
pairing: Lando Norris x reader
summary: Lando wants to surprise you, but in the end you surprise him too.
Lando could tell Max was already planning to bang his head against the coffee table, but it honestly wasn't his fault. Maybe he was terrible at making decisions at the moment, yes, so what? It's not like he had anywhere to rush at this time, and if he was a true friend, he would stay to provide emotional support.
Because Lando was preparing for something big, and the first step was asking a jewelry store employee to jump in the hotel he was staying in with a bunch of engagement rings. If he showed up in the store himself, social media would be full of pictures within a matter of minutes. He didn't want to ruin the surprise. And it was also much more comfortable this way.
âLando, just pick the third one. You said it yourself, that's her style,â Max tried.
With a thoughtful hum, the Brit picked up the said piece and took a better look at it. âYeah, it's true, but,â he began, then came to a halt as he grabbed the last one the jeweler showed him. âI donât know, the first one is a classic, but what if she prefers something modern and trendy?â
The jeweler watched him in silence, the patience of a saint radiating from his smile. He had been there for two hours now, it was already nine in the evening, but he not once made a comment about still being there. âWhich one is closer to what she usually wears?â he asked softly, trying to guide him towards a decision.
Lando thought for a moment. âThe classic one,â he replied while he took a closer look at it again.
One big, round white diamond with two smaller stones on its side, completed by a yellow gold band. It was clean. Nice. Something simply elegant for her. But then he glanced over at the other one and saw the curved white gold band with a big, pear shaped yellow diamond, and a voice in his head told him that was the one. People would go insane over it when you shared it on social media.
He looked up at the jeweler with a thankful smile, then turned to Max. âAll right, I'm buying both. She'll get the trendy one, but if she doesn't like it, all I'll have to do is pull out the classic option. She can even wear whichever she prefers depending on the day,â he explained his master plan.
Max let out a sigh of relief and mouthed âfinallyâ under his breath, while the jeweler clapped his hands together and closed the box with the rest of the rings. Meanwhile Lando had a huge grin on his face, clearly satisfied with his decision. He solved the problem. Sure, it took two hours, but he wanted to pick the perfect ring for you.
Since he specifically asked for rings already available in your sizeâwhich he only knew because he stole one you wore on that fingerâhe kept the chosen ones and said goodbye to the jeweler after paying for the items. Once they were left alone, Max picked up the rings and took a closer look at them, carefully examining every centimeter, every curve, and every stone. As if he was waiting for approval, Lando raised an eyebrow at him.
âGood choice if you ask me. Seeing her disappointed in your taste wouldn't make you feel good, even if she said yes,â Max said with a short laugh before putting down the jewels.
Rolling his eyes, Lando stretched his arms above his head and fought back a yawn. Media day always took a lot out of him and today wasn't any different. Add the stress of making the right decision and he felt like a truck had hit him. âThanks, mate,â he told his friend.
âWhen will you ask her?â
âShe arrives tomorrow, so I guess I'll get it over with as soon as I can. I need an extra boost for qualifying,â he added with a laugh.
Max gave him a âgood luck out-qualifying meâ look, but Lando was too hyped to notice. So he let out a sigh and decided to voice his only concern. âSo you want to get this over with? Sounds romantic.â
âYou know what I mean,â Lando said defensively, giving him a disappointed look that was mixed with the hurt feeling because he dared to joke about him not being serious enough about it.
âWell, tell me how it went.â Max patted his friend on the shoulder before standing up, then watched him with a small smile. âBut I'm proud of you. She's nice and has a good influence on you⊠You chose wisely.â
âThanks. See you tomorrow at the track?â
Max nodded, then he raised his hand to wave him goodbye and left the hotel room. This left Lando alone with his thoughts, and he began to wonder if he would succeed. The two of you had been going through a bit of a rough patch lately, and he told you this trip was all about fixing that. You would join him for the race weekend, then you would stay in the area for a little trip, just the two of you, away from curious eyes.
His mother told him this plan of his might backfire, because you weren't entirely pleased with him right now, and who knew, maybe you would consider this a way to force you to stay in this relationship. He obviously didn't want you to feel that way, but he didn't want you to leave him either.
His phone buzzed next to him, and when he took a look at it, a wide smile grew on his face. âHello, beautiful,â he answered happily.
âHey, you have a moment?â you asked him hesitantly.
âFor you? Always.â
There was a short pause, he could hear the traffic in the background, but before he could ask you where you were, you took a deep breath and began to talk. âSo I said I'm gonna arrive tomorrow, but I won't.â
Lando felt like he was stabbed in the heart, like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. âWhat do you mean you won't? You promised to come here, you can't just back out of it! Unless it's a family emergency. Is it a family emergency?â he asked, barely able to hide the anger that latched onto his voice.
You remained silent for a while and he silently cursed under his breath. How could you do this to him? You had agreed you would join him two months ago, there's no way you couldn't plan that much ahead back then. But then you let out a laugh, one of those adorable laughs he loved so much, and his anger disappeared at once.
âI'll send you an address. Get in the car and meet me there,â you told him.
âI'll be at the track all day and you arrive in the morning, don't tell me you won'tââ
You cleared your throat to interrupt him. âI was talking about now, you muppet. Or are you about to sleep?â you asked him teasingly.
Lando huffed and rolled his eyes. But then it struck him, you were talking about now, you were talking about him driving to that mysterious location, which meant⊠âWait, you're already here?â he asked you.
âJust meet me. There's something I need to tell you.â
And with that you ended the call. He didn't have the brain capacity to stop you, and it didn't occur to him that he could have called you back. Instead he stood there, staring at the screen of his phone until the notification popped up. He put the address in the search bar and checked the map. It was close, only a fifteen minutes drive from his hotel.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and headed to where you were apparently waiting for him. He was already standing in front of the elevator when he realized he left the rings in his room, and he didn't want to leave without them. So he ran back and picked up the two boxes, putting them safely in his pocket.
After a car ride that seemed painfully slow, he finally arrived at his destination. According to your message, you were right here, but when he looked up, he noticed it was a private clinic. Hoping this was the right address, he went closer to the door and it opened right away, so he went inside and tried to figure out where to go next. This place was huge, and at this time it felt like he was in The Walking Dead.
âMr. Norris? Please, follow me,â a woman in her thirties told him with a polite smile, gesturing towards the elevator.
âWhere are we going?â he asked when the door closed behind them.
The woman only watched him with a mysterious smile, probably perfectly aware of what was happening, but she didn't say a word. She probably promised to keep your secret, which was nice, but also extremely annoying. Why in a clinic? Did something happen to you? But you sounded happy, surely everything was okay.
Before they stopped, the woman handed him an eye mask and asked him to put it on. At this point he didn't dare to ask questions, so he did as he was told and followed her guidance after the elevator came to a halt. After she made him stop, he heard a door open and he was soon pushed ahead to enter.
He waited. Someone would hopefully come over to tell him what this was all about, and until then he decided to remain silent. And then he felt soft fingers trace his cheek, only to find the edge of the mask and slowly pull it off his head. There you were, happy and in one piece. With a smile, he was quick to pull you into a hug.
âI missed you,â he whispered as he kissed your head then buried his face into the crook of your neck. âWhat are you doing here? Or rather, what are we doing here in a clinic?â
âI have a surprise for you,â you purred into his ear, and he could feel your nails scratch the skin on the back of his neck as you spoke. It felt nice. He missed this.
For the first time, he took a look around the ultrasound room, and when he noticed the posters on the walls, his suspicion began to grow. âWait a second,â he began as he took a step back and looked you in the eye. âAre youâŠ?â He pointed at your abdomen with a raised eyebrow.
With a laugh, you took his hand. âI am. Eight weeks in,â you informed him.
For a while he was staring at you with a dumbfounded look on his face, but then he stepped closer to pull you into a passionate kiss. What started out as something serious soon turned into a series of giggles from the both of you. Lando was the one who pulled away, suddenly remembering something.
He excused himself and stepped outside for long enough to find the main ringâs box in his pocket, then returned with his hands held behind his back. There was no plan, at least not for these circumstances, so he had no choice but to improvise. You looked confused and he had to flash a smile at you to let you know it was okay.
âI⊠You know⊠Damn it. Okay, so there was a plan, I promise, but you didn't really leave me a choice. Pick a hand.â
âWhat?â you asked with a confused look.
âChoose a hand. Left or right?â
You let out a thoughtful hum, visibly thinking about the answer. Then you flashed a wide grin at him and said, âRight.â
It was in his left hand, but nevermind, he grabbed the box with his right one and held it out for you. âThis is yours,â he said nervously.
The shocked look on your face made him worry, but it slowly melted away as you slowly opened the box and saw the ring inside. You took it out to take a better look at the piece of jewelry, and soon a smile grew on your face before you finally turned to him.
âWhat do you say?â Lando asked.
âYou didn't ask me anything.â
With a roll of his eyes, he reached out to take the ring and took your hand as well. âWill you marry me?â You nodded without hesitation, tears already forming in your eyes, and he quickly put the ring on your finger before you could change your mind. He kissed you again, but he could tell you were looking at your new ring behind his back. âYou like it?â he asked once he pulled away and took a look at it as well.
You nodded. âIt's beautiful.â
Lando reached into his pocket for the other box, and showed you his plan B. âIf you'd prefer something classic, here's this one too,â he explained.
âYou're insane. One ring is more than enough,â you told him with a laugh.
âWell, I know how many shoes you have, this can't be any different.â
With a playful laugh, you slapped his arm. âAn engagement ring is different, trust me,â you said as you leaned closer. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â He looked around and motioned towards the machine in the corner. âSo⊠Are we here so I can take a look at my child?â
You nodded and went out to ask the doctor to come in. Meanwhile Lando couldn't help but think about how much organizing it must have taken to get this ready, but he was honestly grateful, because it was a big surprise. A big and amazing surprise. This was one of the reasons why he loved you so much, and all he wanted was to make your life as good as he could in return.
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Since your request are open :) and Iâm literally a slut for Wolverine can you feed us some sfw and some nsfw alphabet head canon for our dilf??? Iâm literally screaming ( without an s) for himmmmmmđ©
eeeeee yes!!! of course i can, thanks for the ask bb <3 i'm gonna split these into two so the post won't be too long i wrote these with X2 in mind cause he's my favorite, but imagine whichever version calls to you. mdni (18+) !!
logan howlett x fem!reader nsfw alphabet âĄ
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Logan is good with aftercare. Like the man fucks you into oblivion but then he'll clean you up and grab you some water afterwards. He talks to you too. Tells you how good you did and how pretty you looked for him. He's touchy, not overly clingy, but he likes how you curl up to his side and rest your head on him. He'll hold you too and rub your back.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Your pussy. Like he's obsessed. Stares at it before he eats you out, just running his thumb up and down your slit. Loves to toy with your clit and hear you whine. Always tells you how "she's" crying for him. "She" loves him so much, squeezes him so tight.
On himself, I think it'd be his abs. He knows he's hot shit. He can see how you look at them, and it strokes his ego so much. He has his shirt off a lot when it's just the two of you, and he acts so innocent about it. Loves to tease you when he catches you staring.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves cumming inside you. He can't explain why, but it's just this deep, innate satisfaction he gets when he fills you up. Also, on a separate note, he licks his fingers clean when he makes you cum all over them. Does not let a single drop go to waste.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He'll whine if you pull his hair. It'll be the most pathetic, needy sound you've ever heard in your entire life. It'll be utterly humiliating for him, but that just makes him fuck you harder so it's worth it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Ok ok. Hear me out. Logan wants everyone to think he's a slut, but in reality, I don't think he is. I think he's had a decent amount of experience, but it's more so his dedication to the person he's with that makes him a good lover. He does what pleases you not just what he's found to work on others.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Basic, but his favorite is missionary. He wants to be able to have a clear view of your face while he's making you fall apart. He likes marking up your neck too which he can easily do in this position. That's not to say he won't mix it up and do other positions, but his favorite is always gonna be the classic.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Overall, he's serious. He loves to tease, but in the heat of the moment, it's only to make you whine or beg. Laughter is not the sound he's aiming for when he's balls deep in you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's got BUSH. A huge bush. Listen. This man has all that hair on his head. Hairy forearms, hairy chest, hairy abs. He has a massive bush down there too. And that's beautiful.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Depends. He can be pretty gentle and romantic if he chooses. He can also be cocky and just run on pure lust in the moment. Most of the time, it's the latter. He fucks with the intention of pleasure. But if you've had a hard day or he's feeling vulnerable himself, the sex is much more soft. Lots of kisses, his face buried in your neck, whispering how much he needs you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He limits his jerking off to the shower. He doesn't wanna deal with the mess, and if he's that horny, he'll just come find you. Though when he does jerk off, he can get into it. Grunting, groaning, mumbling your name. Cause of course, he's thinking of you while he does it. Thinking of how cute you looked when you bent over to pick up something you dropped. Recalling the soft purr in your voice when you said his name yesterday. Imagining how good it would feel if your cunt was wrapped around him instead of his fist.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He doesn't know it yet, but this man is into pet play. He's not gonna dive right in with the ears and tail. It starts small. He calls you 'pup' sometimes without thinking too much about it. He nearly cums in his pants watching you hump his thigh like you're in heat. He's super possessive so seeing you in a collar for him would drive him up the wall.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom cause he doesn't want anyone else walking in and interrupting. Even though he jerks off in the shower, he doesn't like to fuck in there. One time the two of you were getting down in there and he slipped and it sounded like a group of metal pipes falling. It was truly tragic. Totally humiliating. Never again. You're not even allowed to speak of the incident. From then on, he keeps your escapades solely between the walls of your bedroom, but it's not always on the bed. He'll bounce you on his lap while sitting in the chair you guys have in the corner, bend you over the dresser, or maybe press you against the window.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Logan's a natural tease, so if you try teasing him back, that really revs his engine. It's just so cute that you think you can outdo him. He'll just have to show you otherwise and fuck you till the only words you can speak are his name and "please more."
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Won't do anything with the claws. He has enough anxiety about waking up from a nightmare and impaling you by accident. Anything reminding him of that possibility has his dick soft in seconds.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Logan is a lover boy through and through, so that man would have no problem eating you out. He enjoys making you feel so good, and he loves having to hold you in place by your thighs cause you're squirming around so much. He also loves having his hair pulled, so do that and he'll grind himself against the mattress a few times.
As for receiving, Logan thinks it's so cute when you offer to blow him. He's never gonna say no. He loves watching you go to work on him, bobbing your head with such dedication and making yourself gag when you try to take too much.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
90% of the time he's fast, but that doesn't always mean rough; though he can do that too. You just feel so so good, it's hard for him to take his time. He can if he's in the mood or is tired and just wants something lazy. But usually he's bucking into without holding back.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He has no problem with quickies. If you're living at the mansion, you gotta seize the opportunity when it presents itself. As established, he's fast anyways. He will get you and himself there in a matter of minutes. Plus, it presents the bonus of knowing his cum is leaking out of you for the rest of the day.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
If you came to Logan with something you wanted to try in bed, he'd most likely be down. There isn't much that's going to be a hard no for him. Even if he's not super into it personally, he'd still be willing to play with it if it was something that got you going. Plus the fact that you asked at all shows you trust him which means a lot to him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
In his prime, he can last for a while and go multiple rounds. He's got that uncharted regenerative capability. He can get hard again pretty fast, and he will put that ability to use if you're feeling needy. He'll tease you about being insatiable even though he wants it just as much.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Does not own any toys. He doesn't feel the need. If you wanted to try using toys in the bedroom, he would, but he's never going to suggest that on his own. He prefers just pleasuring you without aid.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Logan is nothing if not a tease. Since the day you met him, he can't seem to go too long without trying to get a reaction out of you. And that extends to the bedroom. He loves edging you and then teasing you for how you whine. Gets you near tears by overstimulating you and then coos at you "What's wrong, sweetheart? Doesn't it feel good?"
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not loud, but he's vocal. He growls and grunts right next to your ear, letting you hear every little sound he makes. He talks you through it too. "Ohhh, look at that face, that's my baby. Feels so good, doesn't it? That's my girl."
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One of the hottest things Logan's seen is when he caught you having a dream about him. The way your moans were all soft and hazy with sleep and your thighs were pressing against each other as you squirmed. It got him all riled up knowing he was on your mind even when you were unconscious.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
He's got a big cock. It's a good length, and it's pretty thick. There's a pretty vein that goes up the shaft. His balls are heavy too. Nice and big to go with his dick.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Yearner is Logan's middle name. He pined for you, and now that he has you, he's not gonna waste that. He's got a high sex drive and you guys are doing it most days of the week at least once.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes a while to fall asleep afterwards. He just likes to make sure you've settled. He'll watch you sleep for a little bit and be alone with his thoughts before finally conking out.
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Hi I had a fic request for really any of bat boys, whichever you feel like! My idea was that the mating bond had only recently snapped into place for both them and the reader. Theyâre taking things slow and getting to know each other before they accept it.
Anywho, the reader is unknowingly projecting her feelings down the bond all day/week, whether sheâs excited over a book, irritated cause sheâs hangry, or just downright horny lol. Thought it would be fun to see how the bag boy would react to these things happening at random points throughout the day and whatnot.
This started out as just head cannons and turned into a full Az fic. Hope you like it and sorry for the wait!
WC: 2.7k
Warnings: suggestive ( reference to masturbation and sex)
Little Gifts
Azriel never expected to get a mate. He had long given up on the idea, content with watching his brother find the loves of their lives. That was until he met you. You were new in Velaris, having moved from the summer court. He was making his usual trip to the small bakery in town to pick up Feyreâs favorite pastries, a small favor for Rhys who didnât have time to do so. Little did he know how much he would be thanking Rhys for the task he had rolled his eyes at. It took one look across the shop for him to feel the mating bond snap into place. He asked you on a date that very day. You had blushed, mumbling out something about not expecting the shadowsinger to show any interest in you but agreed nonetheless
The date had been wonderful in Azrielâs eyes. You were sweet and kind, and had him slowly breaking out of his shell by the end of the night. It took all of three dates for the bond to snap for you, But the two of you had agreed to take things slowly. Velaris was still so new that you had wanted to find your own way before accepting the bond between the two of you.
Azeriel was more than willing to let you have all the time you needed. He would never forgive himself if he pushed you into accepting the mating bond before you were ready. Regardless of the fact that every moment he spent with you he could feel himself falling harder and harder for you. It didnât help that he was constantly getting little glimpses of your emotions at random times of the day. Something that was unknown to you from the way you never talked about it. Azriel assumed since you haven't accepted the bond yet that it wouldnât feel as strong with his emotions as it did for you. So he never told you, afraid to lose that little part of you that he had come to look forward to.
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Something was tugging at Azrielâs chest. He knew right away it was coming from you but that didnât stop the small twinge of panic that overcame him when he felt your distress. Shadows instantly shooting out across the house searching for you. They reported back quickly, Library. Crying in the library. He walked as quickly as he could, fighting the urge to sprint to you. The door to the library was cracked open and he heard the fire crackling in the corner of the room and the tell tale sniffle that had led him toward you. Azriel walked as calmly as he could until he was standing beside you. He crouched down until he was eye level with you. You peaked over your book and jumped a little at the sight of your mate in front of you.
He reached out a tentative hand to wipe a tear from your cheek and he was rewarded with the slight coloring of your cheeks.
âYouâre upset.â
âIâŠItâs just my book.â You held up the paperback in your hand to prove your point. Azriel felt something in his chest relax. His shoulders dropped slightly.
âI thought I saw your shadows around.â A small smile creeped onto your face. âIâm sorry I worried you.â
âDonât be. I just want to keep you safe.â
Azriel stood up to walk out of the room when you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He spun around to look at you.
âWould you stay with me?â Once again he watched blood rush to your cheeks. A tinge of embarrassment was sent down the bond. Azriel smiled so wide it made his cheeks hurt.
âOf course.â His shadows zipped to grab his paperwork that had been discarded on his deskHe sat down by the end, letting you continue to sprawl out on the couch. You didnât hesitate to lift your legs and place them on his lap. The two of you sat in silence. Him reading over his reports, you wrapped in your own book. Azriel let out a content sigh and tried his best to focus on the words in front of him. He lasted for all of three pages before he started tracing patterns on your legs. You both sat in the library for hours until Azriel heard your stomach growl and offered you a hand, pulling you to the kitchen.
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Azriel didnât know what to do. Everyone had gone to Ritaâs to blow off some steam from a particularly rough high lords meeting. The one that they had dismissed for the day with a promise to reconvene in a few days because of the arguments from today. Mor had dragged you onto the dance floor almost immediately after she all but shoved some strong smelling drink down your throat.Rhys and Feyre bowed out after a drink or two, needing to get Nyx to bed. Nesta and Cassian were so close together right now that Azriel knew it was only a matter of time before they left as well. That left Azriel sitting by himself in their booth. He knew he should go join you, every fiber of his being told him to. But he wanted you to be able to have time with Mor, didnât want to be the overbearing mate that didn't allow you to have space. So he sat and watched you. Eyes trailing up and down your body as you moved gracefully, hands in your hair, head thrown back in delight. Azriel was more than happy to just be in the same room to witness that type of joy on your face. He was so caught up in you that he didnât even notice someone approaching until an unfamiliar body was slipping into the booth beside him. He hoped that just ignoring the female sitting next to him would be enough of a deterrent for whatever she was going to say, but she just gave him a glossy lipped smile.
âNow, why is someone as handsome as you sitting all by yourself?â She purred, Azriel could practically taste the seduction in the air. The way her hands started trailing across the table to get closer to Azrielâs gloved hands. He quickly pulled them away, putting them on his lap. He didnât respond. Just kept looking out at his mate.
âOh, the silent broody type. Itâs fine. You donât need to talk for what I want to do with you.â She gave a fake giggle and Azriel tried to put some space between the two of them when he felt a push of anger so strong it made him gasp. The brunette sitting next to him only laughed again, thinking his reaction was in response to her words. She started raising a hand, straight towards his wings he realized in horror when a hand shot out to grab her wrist. One moment the female was sitting and the next she was being hauled up by her wrist.
âGet away from my mate.â He heard you all but growl. He could have sensed your anger without the bond currently thrumming away in his chest. Pulsing fast like a second heartbeat.
The female in front of you had the decency to look ashamed for all of two seconds.
âYOu should keep him a little closer if you donât want others looking.â And with one more long stare at Azriel she turned on her heel and walked away. You looked like you were fighting the urge to jump her from behind as she stalked out of sight. Azriel stood up and wrapped his arms around you. He noticed the way you were trembling slightly.
âAre you okay?â He asked into the top of your head. You scoffed, anger still radiating off of you.
âI should be asking you that.â
âIâm old, this is far from the first time someone has tried to make an unwanted advance.â That apparently was not the right thing to say. He swore your skin was heating up as the anger flared up even more, becoming pure outrage.
âShe almost touched your wings.â
âIâm-â
âI swear to the mother if you say youâre used to it Iâm going to explode.â
And Azriel believed her. He really did. He pulled away slightly to look at your face, trying to calm some of that raging fire in your blood.
He barely pulled back before your hands were tangling into the front of his shirt, pulling him to your lips. He was so shocked at first, matching the shock he felt through the bond, that he just stood there. But then you trailed a hand up his arm, tangling your fingers in his hair and he started kissing you back. Your lips were soft despite the searing kiss. His hands ghosted down to your waist and he pulled you flush against his body. The motion drew a small whine from your throat that had every part of his body stiffening. He felt it then, that crash of excitement through the bond. You were happy to be touching him, kissing him. He pulled away, trying to get his bearings before he hauled you over his shoulder and winnowed out of the small bar. When he looked at your face he saw a similar emotion echoed in your eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and lips were slightly swollen. Slightly damp with his spit.
He had to force himself to take another step back. Putting more space between the two of you felt wrong and that wash of disappointment through his chest almost made him laugh. Instead he reached a hand out and tucked a finger under your chin, pulling your eyes to meet his.
âWhen I finally get to touch you, itâs not going to be because youâre trying to prove a point sweetheart. As sweet as the notion is.â You smiled at him and held out your hand, pulling him onto the dance floor.
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You looked like pure sin. The black dress was covered in reflective glitter, turning blue whenever you moved. His shade of blue he noted with a rush of pride. Your dress was a twin to Nestas, hers being red to match her mate. It hugged every single inch of you, showing off the parts that Azriel had only dreamed of seeing so far. The two of you had been toeing a dangerous line since the kiss you shared a few days prior. Azriel would be lying to himself if he said it hasn't been replaying nonstop in his head. The way you had melted into him, the small noise from the back of your throat. He took a deep steadying breath trying his best to quell the desire he felt from looking at you. He looked back to you and caught your eyes roaming over him in return. When you got back to his face you didnât look the slightest bit ashamed. Instead you sent him a smirk that had him clenching his fists to stop him from dragging you back to his room like he should have done the other night. No, he forced himself to look away from you, breaking whatever spell he was caught in.
The High Lords meeting was just as much of a mess as it was the other day. No progress was made, voices raising over each other in effort to get their thoughts heard. You were sitting with your arms crossed, utterly fuming as your voice was drowned out for the third time.
âIf I wanted to listen to someone who knows absolutely nothing, I would listen to the rest of my court.â The source of the voice was indistinguishable over the chaos in the room but it was obvious it was aimed at you. Azriel felt the embarrassment pulse through the bond. He was on his feet before he realized it, hands slamming down on the table.
âWatch your mouth.â His words cut through the squabbling. All eyes in the room turned to him, your own wide and unblinking. He noted the slight flush to your cheeks, the way it seemed like you were holding your breath as you looked at him.âYouâre all High Lords. Start.Acting.Like.It.â He spit out the words, a calm wave pushed through the bond. Thatâs when he felt your hand gently stroking over his. He sighed deeply and sat back down.
A sharp jab at his mind had him hiding a flinch. Your eyes jumped to him again, eyebrows pulling tight together in concern. He just squeezed your hand, the one that hadnât let go of his as he settled back into his chair. Rhysâ voice filled his mind. Care to explain that? He pushed him out, not bothering to respond to his brother's prodding. He just tried to focus on that thread of comfort, tinged with something he tried to ignore. You shifted slightly in your seat, your dress bunching in a motion he instantly noted as you rubbed your thighs together. He sucked in a shaky breath, the lust he felt earlier hitting him in full force. He was desperately resisting the urge to put his hand on your leg. Resisting the urge to drag you out of the damned room.
The rest of the meeting was painful, for a new reason this time. He spent the next few hours acutely aware of every little motion you made. Every squirm, every shift had him straightening in his seat. It would be one thing if it was only him but the feelings you were pushing through the bond were absolutely torture. He was seconds away from leaning down and whispering in your ear when someone clears their throat loudly. Rhys.
âI think weâve actually made some good progress today.â They had? âIt might be time to quit while weâre ahead. Same time next month?â Murmurs of agreement filled the room and people started rising to turn to whatever they had planned for the rest of the night. Azriel turned to you but you were scrambling to your feet, looking anywhere but him, he noted. You quickly gathered the ends of your skirt and all but ran out of the room. Leaving Azriel with his hands slightly extended, still reaching for you.
âScare her off?â Cassian slapped a playful hand on Azrielâs shoulder that had him fighting not to roll his eyes. But he couldnât shake the feeling that maybe he did. You seemed so eager to get away from him. Maybe he had scared you when he raised his voice. Spoke over you in a way you didnât appreciate. Ariel turned away from his brother, ready to race to find you to apologize when he felt it. That rush of electricity that made every part of him stiffen. He could practically taste the arousal that was flowing through the bond. His heartbeat sped up and he was suddenly very aware that he was standing besides Cassian.
Ariel didnât say a word as he walked as calmly as he could back to his room. He now understood why you had left in such a hurry and a frisson of pride ran through him. While he may not be psychically touching you, it was reassuring to know he made his mate this riled up. He was thankful he had made it back to his room when he felt that first wave of pure pleasure. His mind started to wonder how you must look right now. How pretty you oiled sound, if your face would scrunch up or if you would keep your beautiful eyes fixed on him the entire time. He reached his hand down to adjust himself, now painfully hard in his pants. But he wanted to soak in your pleasure, waves after wave being sent down the bond. You must be close if his racing heartbeat was anything to go by.
deep down he knows he should shut off his side of the bond. Give you your private moment but he couldnât help the little reach of his own arousal, he sent just a hint of it down the bond. It was like the world stood still as he waited for your reaction. He couldnât fight the smile that creeped onto his face as he felt your answer. Were you planning on joining me? Azriel didnât hesitate to send his reply. Iâm more than happy to finish the job sweetheart. Nothing else was said as he could feel your anticipation down the bond and followed that tug deep in his chest to deliver on his promise
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summary: tonight, innocent and virgin!reader will be defiled, deflowered, tarnishedâwhichever word you prefer. from the moment she told them she was ready to lose her virginity, theyâve been carefully planning out a special night, for her. and shockingly, thereâs not an ounce of fear, anxiety, or doubt in her mindâmax and charles have gained her complete trust. they havenât given her a single reason to believe that they wouldnât treat her right. she couldnât have asked for better men to take her virginityâif this is corruption, sheâs delighted to experience it. content warning: 18+ only. explicit. safe sex. penetrative vaginal sex. corruption kink. oral sex. cunnilingus. multiple orgasms. fingering. handjobs. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. sweetheart charles leclerc. sweetheart max verstappen. word count: 3.1k words pairing: charles leclerc / max verstappen x fem!black!reader soundtrack: wet dreamz âą j.cole
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your thighs are mottled with bruises and bites, some sensitive enough that you can feel the skin throb. charlesâwhoâs came twiceâlooks deliciously delirious in between your legs. his green eyes are wide and glassy, solely locked onto your cunt. his parted lips are swollen and flushed red from his generous treatment of your inner thighs. his hands have a tight grip on the tops of your legs, his veins popping at the force of his grip as they keep you spread open enoughâyour heart stutters as you realize heâll leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints and palms on you too. you see the muscles of his shoulders and biceps straining to reach your tantalizing warmth splayed out right in front of his face but, heâs held back with maxâs hand firmly keeping his head pulled backwards.
âcharles, give her at least two. youâre welcome to use your fingers.â
max releases his grip, and charles rushes forward to taste the wetness thatâs already leaked from your pussy. the monegasqueâs moan is muffled against you, but it still manages to be the same volume as the shocked moan that escapes you. eagerly, the younger man drags his tongue through your folds, relishing in the plush pinkness he never wants to leave, and shifts to suckle on the hood of your clit. you cry out, back arching at the focused pleasureâand max sighs. he sees the drool from charlesâ overeager perusal leak out of the corner of his mouth; heâs glad he put down the towel you told him to get. sure, max is well aware that you tend to drip like a broken faucet but, charles can tend to get a littleâŠmessy, when heâs using his mouth.
charles pulls your first orgasm from using all of his energy dragging his tongue across your labia frantically, pausing either to draw rapid circles against your clit or tease the entrance of your cunt without pushing his tongue in. you shudder forcefully, hands flying down not to pull the monegasque off of you, no, but to keep his mouth on you. itâs not like he needed the helpâhe wasnât going to pull off until max tore him away. regardless, he is mindful of your oversensitivity, and slows the assault of his tongues to slow swipes, humming deeply at the gush of wetness that seeps into his mouth. and when your thighs stop fighting against his hands keeping you spread open, when he feels the tensed muscles go dormantâhe pushes his tongue into you, happy your orgasm caused you to relax and allow him to slip in.
and, this is when you lose your mind.
his tongue is dexterous, firm, and unyielding, his plush lips brush against the outside of your cunt and only causes more bolts of pleasure to rocket up your spine. heâs unrelentingâhe moves with the overwhelmed bucking of your hips, youâre not sure if youâre trying to move away or move closer, and it doesnât matter because charles follows you without the solution of his moth slipping away once. he whines highly into your pussy, and the vibration only has you making sounds to mimic him. your tummy undulates, tensing and relaxing with every thrust of his tongue, and he shifts one of his hands away from your thigh to push down on your navel. he changes the angle of his head and his nose bumps against your clit from the force of his jaw working against your entrance.
the combination of the clit stimulation and the pressure on your navel, causes your eyes to roll back with a heaving chest, the orgasm dancing somewhere on the back of your eyes.
âsuch a pretty girl,â max adds from where his eyes are stuck on your cunt, and you cum.
the towel underneath you has a wet spot spreading, and charles allows your thighs to shut around his head as your hips push up dragging your pussy on the lower half of his face to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. this feels twice as intense as the first, and based on the way you can hear your blood rushing in your ears, and feel your heart beating in the back of your knee, you know youâll never settle for riding a thigh again.
you attempt to squirm away from his mouth, hips twisting desperately to try and escape the pain-tinted pleasure of charlesâ talented tongue, but the man follows every shift of your motions, with his half-lidded eyes giving the expression of him being entranced. it does end up taking max forcing charles away from you when the tears gathered in your waterline spill down your cheeks. and the sharp flare of pain from max tugging at his hair, clears the haze in charles' eyes and the cotton stuffed in his ears.
if his lips were swollen before, you donât know what to call the state of them now. you screw your eyes shut to avoid looking at the pleased glimmer in his eyes, it only makes a surge of arousal peek out again.
âschatje, i said you could use your fingers too,â max prods at charlesâ shoulder with a pout on his face.
âi,â the man says airly, âdidnât need to. i made her cum twice, like you wanted me to.â
âah, well, move out of the way, cha,â max hums throatily, âif you didnât use your fingers, i guess iâll have to,â your eyes fly open as you look at max in surprise, âdo you think she can handle a few more?â
the monegasque pulls back, allowing max to fill the space without arguing, and looks away from him to pierce you with a lustful glance, âshe knows what to say if she wants us to stop. letâs find out her limit tonight, maxy.â
theyâve broken you. max and charles said they got you to five orgasms that night, but you donât really remember anything after the fourth. you vaguely recall charles eating you out while max rubbed at your clit (it was a hot image, thereâs no way youâd forget that), but anything over four orgasms you canât expect to process.
however, the night was such a pleasure even if you canât remember the last half of itâtheyâve absolutely erased your fear of oral. or, sex in general. you say theyâve âbroken you,â because they actually have, it feels like your eyes have been peeled open wide from how theyâve indulged you. you thought it was bad enough when you gave yourself a friction burn when you were humping them like a dog in heat, but this is objectively worse.
charles emerges from his gaming room after his stream to refill his water bottle and you drop to your knees in the middle of the kitchen to give him head. max makes a comment about how addicting you taste over dinner and you shove the plates to the side to climb on the table and let him eat you out like a buffet. charles is losing a game of fifa to max, so you gave him a hand and stuffed a hand down maxâs pants to give him an advantage (he still lost, so it was just a convenient excuse to get the dutch off).
most recently, you and the men were laying in bed, letting your breathing slow down and the sweat cool after you let your legs fall open for them wordlessly.
âitâs clear i trust you both with my entire being, right?â
charles and max pause their quiet chatter and turn to look at you, âoui, â âof course.â
âok, well: i want you to take my virginity,â the two gape at your blunt words, âitâs what this has been leading to, and i said on the very first night that i was ready to have sex with you. i trust you guys, and iâm ready.â
max, for all he likes to run his mouth, is silent. charles picks up his slack.
âthank you for trusting us, mon coeur. having your trust to allow you to perform the most intimate and vulnerable actions with you is something we thank you for. give us time, mon amour, we want to make the night special for you, a perfect night that you deserve, yes?â
you smile wide, and nuzzle your face into maxâs bare chest who only chokes on his agreement with charles, and respond, âa night that i deserve. i like the way that sounds.â
the night that you deserve, comes two weeks later, in a week and a half-gap between race weekends. you have mixed feelings about flying air-max, but privacy is something that you canât beat. theyâve promised you five days in a private villa in mallorca (after a few recommendations, courtesy of carlos), just the three of you. and itâs beautiful, the villa, the land, your boyfriends.
you questioned why the vacation needed to be five days long, when they only needed a night to have sex with you. charles raised an eyebrow at you, unsure if your question was of a serious nature. max answered, âdo you think one night will satisfy us?â your brown-skin lit ablaze, and you didnât feel the need to answer the question.
the three of you fall straight asleep once you arrive in the villaâand you donât know why there was a slight twinge of disappointment swirling around your mind. itâs not like you expected your tired boyfriends to fuck you after a greuling weekend; youâd rather them be properly rested and well energized for that activity. and in the morning, youâre woken up by max peppering kisses along your neck and charles tracing unknown patterns across your waist, and a brief smidge of nerves floats across your consciousness before disappearing. the nerves werenât needed anyways, because when you try and deepen each manâs morning kisses, they slip out of bed and scold you for trying to ruin their plan. while your cheeks flame at the warning, your heart warms at their seriousnessâthey made a special night just for you.
they feed you breakfast in bed, coax you into a mid-morning nap, join you for a shower, let you lounge in a hammock while max embarrassed charles in football, they join you in another nap in the shaded cabana, and by the time you wake up itâs settling into the evening, and the boys rouse you into preparing dinner with them.
the evening belongs in one of the rom-com movies max claims to hate but secretly loves. charles is playing romantic french songs quietly through the sound system, max steals bites of ingredients right out of your hands, charles is firmly kept away from any knives and his only job is to shred parmesan for the carbonara youâre putting together, and max pops open a bottle of wine with a date so old you fear to learn its price tag.
dinner simultaneously crawls and flies by. the anticipation for tonightâs dessert has you nearly vibrating through the chair and you can see the amused smiles on the menâs faces. the minute dishes are set to wash, they lead you to the bedroom.
itâs like the first night all over again.
max sits at the foot of the bed, and charles helps you sit on his lap. the desperation tonight isnât present; the men are thorough, unrushed, and plentiful in taking their time exploring your body again. max undresses you on his lap, his eyes not falling to look at the length of your body and charles is focused on peeling off his own clothes. the dutch guides you gently to lay on your back, and only with your permission do the two let their eyes wander.
and everywhere they trace with their eyes, they follow with their lips. from your forehead, to your brows, to your temple, to your nose, to your cheeks, to your lips, to your jaw, to your pulse, to your throat, to your collarbone, to your shoulders, to your arms, to your chest, to your ribs, to your wait, to your navel, to your hips, to your thighs, to your calves, to your ankles, and back up to your cunt.
charles has the pleasure of relaxing you with his tongue, while max follows after him with his fingers. when max removes his three fingers, deeming you prepared, the nerves are back. when you hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, the nerves build. when you hear max hiss at the feeling of charlesâ hands rolling the condom on, the nerves amplifyâand you panic.
âwaitwaitwait,â you rush out, sitting up and pulling your thighs clothes. the men freeze, and quickly reach out to soothe you, murmuring words of reassurance and reminding you they wonât move any further without your consent.
you laugh, embarrassed, âi-iâm nervousâŠâ
charles coos, and sits at your side to pull you into a hug, while max rubs a hand on your waist tenderly.
âliefje, being nervous is normal. i know weâve talked about how itâs going to feel multiple times, but i understand thatâs incredibly difficult from experiencing it. if you want to stop, we won't be mad, answer wonât mind waiting longer,â max says, making sure he holds eye contact with you so you are aware that heâs being honest with you.
you pat and charles so heâll loosen his grasp on you, and lean back flat on the bed, âwill you hold my hand, cha?â
charles bites his lip for a second before he chokes out a âoui,â and locks hands with you. max has to let his eyes shut for a few seconds before he allows them to open again. the innocent lilt to your voice has not lost itâs attractiveness, your inexperience clearly showing and it still sends them both reeling.
max pulls your legs around your waist, and guides the head of his cock against your entrance. he leans down to lock his lips with yours, waiting for you to relax again, and it doesnât take long. your cunt gives way at a little pressure from max, and the pop of the tip of his dick within you stops your breathing. charles shushes your whine, brushing stray curls out of your face and kissing the back of your hand. your breathing resumes when max presses more within you, and your face tightens and the stretchâitâs not painful in the way you thought it would be, itâs uncomfortable, with a slight twinge of pain you expected, but the fullness makes up for it.
when max bottoms out, the two of you moan brokenly into each otherâs mouths. max sees the uncomfortable look on your face and remains as steady as he possibly can, dropping his head to paint new marks across your neck while you adjust to his size. the two men are probably running their mouths, chattering away their praises at you, and even though you are already too gone to register their words, they turn your brain to syrup and one of maxâs âpretty girlââs you grind your hips forward.
max hums at the movement, and carefully shifts forward to meet you, his eyes reading your expression carefully. your eyes are glazed over, and they dance loosely around his face before settling on his eyes, and he smiles sweetly, chuckling a little at the embarrassed tint that he knows rests underneath your brown skin. his hips slowly start to turn into a rock, and he brightens at the sighed moans of pleasure you begin to fill the room with.
charles slides his hand in between your bodies to drag a firm thumb against your nipples, and the two men relish in the sharp squeal you let outâmax choking at the even tighter grasp of your pussy. max shifts to rest kneeled between your legs and his next thrust within you at the new angle, has your body trembling against the sheets while a near scream escapes your chest, with toes-curling, and tummy tightening.
the dutch coos, âoh, thatâs the spotâright thereâisnât it, liefje? youâve been so good for us, pretty girl, yeah? you deserve to feel so good, baby. take it.â
your whines, moans, cries, and whimpers only increase in frequency and volume as max keeps his precise assault on your g spot as his thrusts work up to a faster speed. the sound of your absolutely soaked cunt being speared open by his cock will never leave your mindâthe slaps and squelches too enticing. your cunt flutters around maxâs cock sporadically, and he turns to charles with a pleased smile, âsheâs going to cum already, schatje. itâs a good thing we have a few more days here.â
you whine, taking your free hand and pulling max face back to look at you again, ââwanna cum! please, maxyâi wannaââ
charles hand that was previously playing with your chest, slips lower and rubs tight and quick circles around your clit, and the surrounding shriek and tightens, has max shaking above you. he hides his face in your neck and his thrusts are movingly quickly now, deep and short movements filled with power that you can hear from the slap of his skin against yours.
your grasp on charlesâ hand tightens, and your other reaches mas to dig your nails into his shoulder for purchase, and with staccato breaths, whited-out vision, and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, you cumâand real pleasure coasts over you in waves.
max slows the forceful rolls of his hips to slight grinds, pressing deep within you and relishing the way your cunt fluctuates around him, and with pure will he staves off his own orgasm while you come down. he pulls his head away from your neck, and searches your face.
your babbling nonsensically, words mushing together in a murmured fashion, with a blissed-out smile dancing across your lips.
âohâ,â max hums, âyouâre so gone, sweet girl. havenât even fucked you for real, and youâve forgotten how to act.â
charles tuts, flicking max on the hip, âmax. be nice to herâyour dick tends to make people lose their train of thought.â
âi think sheâs lost a little more than her thoughts, tonight,â max snorts, âiâm going to pull out, and you slide in, yeah?â
when the older man pulls out of you, you claw at his shoulders trying to get him to stay on top of you and back inside of you. none of their words soothe you, and max is very glad heâs an athlete and that heâs turned your limbs to jello with your first orgasm to make you malleable. charles is quick to press his wrapped up cock inside you, and moans deeply at the hot and soaking wet channel. your whines and tears at your previous emptiness cease, and you buck your hips up to have charles deeper in you quicker.
âmax~,â charles moans highly, the call of his name slurred and clumsy, âputainâahâsheâs too tight, how did you not come?â
âyears of fucking you, charlie,â max laughs, pressing a kiss to the monegasqueâs temple, âmake her cum pretty boy, and then iâll fuck you too.â
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hi again tehe! can i request poly!marauders or poly!wolfstar (whichever you choose) with a reader who's touch starved? like she just really wants a hug and a night at home cuddled up with her boyfriends but she's afraid to ask đ„șđ„șđ„ș maybe they tell her she doesn't have to ask for anything like that, cue the hurt/comfort?? thank u so much if you do decide to do this babe!!
hi darling!!! so I took this in a bit of a direction (I hope you don't mind): touch starved reader who also happens to be James' sister and it's a secret relationship!! this was so fun - thanks for your request
poly!wolfstar x potter!sister reader
You didnât even have a right to feel this way right now; this had been your idea.
The three of you had been hesitant to announce your...unique relationship to your friends on account of you being Jamesâ sister. But it was you who had decided to keep your addition to the relationship a secret. You liked seeing Sirius and Remus out in public knowing that they were stealing furtive glances your way every so often. You especially liked the shared looks, the hidden touches, all of the intimate moments you had right in front of everyone that no one ever saw.
But today...today, it hurt.
You felt so unbelievably dejected all day, feeling as if you were crawling out of your skin with want. You wanted to be held, caressed, comforted, squeezed.
But you were left having to wrap your own arms around yourself and hope for the best.
Youâd gotten to the Great Hall and sat in your usual place across the table from Remus and Sirius, each of whom shared a soft smile and wink at you in a secret hello while James lamented about the Chudley Cannonâs most recent win. You felt someoneâs foot â Remusâ, if what you were feeling was indeed a pair of converse shoes and not Siriusâ Doc Martens â gently nudge your ankle and tried to let that be enough for now.
But it wasnât enough, because immediately after dinner the gang all gathered together in the Gryffindor common room to set up for the party, and then immediately after that, you and the girls left to change, and by the time you were finished with that, the party was in full swing.
So, you were sitting on a loveseat pushed up against your brother who was gesturing dramatically as he recounted the Marauders latest prank on Slytherin whilst your boyfriends sat across from you, Siriusâ head in Remusâ lap as Remus ran his fingers through the other boysâ hair, both of their eyes on James as they corrected various pieces of his story. And whilst this view would usually warm your heart or cause butterflies in your stomach, right now it filled you with grief and longing.
It wasnât fair to even ask because it had been your idea, but why did it have to be you? Why were you the one who had to sit here and pine? The one who had to find ways to comfort themselves while affection was given and taken freely between the other two as often as their hearts desired.
And then you felt guilty because you were happy that they had this with each other. But you wanted it for you.
âProngs! Do you wanna go see who might be interested in a round of truth or dare?â Sirius asked, interrupting James mid-sentence. You figured that if James a) hadn't been as tipsy as he currently was or b) didnât really want to play truth or dare, Siriusâ interruption would have vexed him.
âGreat idea, Pads.â He opted to say, jumping up to go ask partygoers who may be interested in a game.
âCome on.â He said to you quietly then, gesturing with his head for you to follow him and Remus up to their dorm.
You felt simultaneously overjoyed at the opportunity for alone time with your boyfriends, and nervous that you were about to get a scolding for your sulking.
You walked through the door and Remus closed it behind you as Sirius turned to give you a look laced with concern. âWhatâs the matter dolly? You seem far away.â
Your eyes welled and your sinuses filled painfully as you let out a whimper. âIâm sorry.â You moaned miserably.
Sirius look like you had ripped him in half as Remus rushed to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âAwe, dovey.â He cooed. âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs silly.â You cried, tightening your hold around yourself as you looked to the floor in shame.
âItâs not silly if it has you this upset, baby girl. Please? Whatâs the matter?â Sirius begged, taking a step towards you.
âI...I just- ugh.â You tried, looking to the ceiling as if you could convince your tears to ebb through sheer determination.
âI just missed you guys today.â You said, sobbing halfway through your sentence.
âOh, dovey.â Remus moaned commiseratively. He turned your body towards him and pulled you flush to his chest, and you were abashed at how quickly the tension left your body as you melted into his embrace.
âSweetheart.â Sirius called to you. His tone sounded like it wanted to be chiding, but it was too full of love to do much other than make you whimper in response. âYou mean youâve been feeling this sad all day because you wanted a hug?â
You were so unbelievably embarrassed, but you knew there was no point in lying so you nodded miserably into Remusâ chest.
Sirius scoffed. âWell, that just wonât do.â He stated as he came up behind you and hugged you awkwardly between him and Remus, causing you to chuckle wetly.
âIt doesnât have to be like this; you know that, right?â Remus murmured into your hair. âPads and I are more than ready to tell James.â
âBeen ready for far too long.â Sirius pouted behind you.
âI just...I donât... I donât know. I donât want to tell him.â You argued.
âBut I want to be able to hug my sweet girl whenever she needs a reminder of how loved she is.â Remus countered.
âAnd I want to snog you in front of the whole Great Hall so that they all know exactly who you come home to at night.â Sirius added.
You made a sound between a laugh and a groan as your burrowed impossibly further into Remusâ chest.
âJames came first...â You admitted, voicing your greatest insecurity. âI donât want him to have an influence on this. I donât want to have to share this with him.â
Remus hummed in understanding, but you could feel Sirius shaking his head behind you.
âHeâs already been sharing this with you, and you with him; he just hasnât known he was.â
âHe may be miffed at first, youâre right about that.â Remus conceded. âBut that wonât change the way that Sirius and I treat you, and he wonât stay mad forever.â
âHeâll likely be the most miffed to find out weâve been hiding this, quite frankly.â Sirius concluded.
You sniffled and rested your ear against Remusâ chest, listening to his heartbeat as he rubbed soothing circles into your back, and Sirius trailed his hands up and down your arms.
This is all you wanted, right here. You didnât want your brother to know. Not yet. Because though you trusted Remus and Sirius, you knew that some things were bound to change once James found out.
âIt hurts me too, not being able to reach out to take your hand at breakfast. To not be able to carry your books and walk you to all your classes.â Remus said.
Sirius hummed in agreement. âAnd Iâve wanted to punch every single bloke Iâve ever seen even look at you right in the mouth. And I canât, because that would be weird, and it sucks.â
âWe have to tell him eventually, dovey.â Remus pressed seriously. âI donât want you feeling like this for a single moment longer.â
You groaned in protest, but you knew that it was futile. You were going to have to tell your brother, or he was going to find out. Either way, one day James Potter would know that his two best friends were dating his twin sister.
âCan we tell him tomorrow?â You yielded. Remus physically deflated and you heard Sirius sigh in relief.
âOh, thank gods.â Sirius whispered.
âThank you, dove. Youâre so brave.â Remus said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Had anyone else said that to you, you would have thought them to be patronizing. But you knew Remus truly meant what he said.
âAnd just in case James does condemn me from the Potter Manor, Iâll just go stay with Moons.â Sirius said jovially.
You knew that would never happen, and you knew that Sirius knew that would never happen. Which meant heâd only said it so he could see you smile.
âI love you.â You said reverently as you lifted your head from Remusâ chest. âBoth of you, so much.â
Remus smiled in adoration whilst Sirius looked proper chuffed with himself. âStill canât believe a disowned blood traitor managed to land the two most perfect wix in all of Hogwarts.â
Remus snorted. âI still canât believe this poor half-blood half-breed werewolf managed to pull two of the most wonderful wix in the school.â He countered.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. âI canât believe I ended up with such saps.â
âOi!â Sirius barked at you whilst Remus sucked in a dramatic gasp.
âYou little minx.â He growled at you before he pushed you backward onto the bed and laid his long body across the top of you. You groaned dramatically, pretending as if you were suffocating under Remusâ weight even though you could tell he was supporting himself in such a way to keep the brunt of his weight off of you, even though this is exactly what youâd been looking for only moments before.
âSorry Pads, now you gotta go play truth or dare with Prongs while I coddle our poor girlie.â
Sirius scoffed indignantly. âFine! But if I pick truth and someone asks me who the best snogger in Hogwarts is, Iâm saying Y/N!â And with that, he fled the room.
âYou know what?â You said calmly. âIf he lets it slip when neither of us are there, that means we donât have to deal with the fall out.â
Remus chuckled and nosed affectionately at your cheek. âFine by me.â
Fine by me, indeed.
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