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Bengiyo Queer Cinema Syllabus
Not to sound repetitive but, I had a busy couple weeks, but finally had a second to return to @bengiyo’s queer cinema syllabus. I am currently working my way through Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley, the totally light-hearted, definitely not agonizing section of the syllabus where I get to watch countless acts of violence be committed against queer people. Thank fuck I have Lesbians waiting for me at the end of this unit. The films in Unit 4 are: Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004), Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986), Philadelphia (1993), The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffery (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995).
Today I will be talking about
Parting Glances (1986) dir. Bill Sherwood
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[Run Time: 1:30, Available: tubi and fubo, Language: English]
Summary: As Michael and Robert, a gay couple in New York, prepare for Robert's departure for a two-year work assignment in Africa, Michael must face Robert's true motives for leaving while dealing with their circle of eccentric friends, including Nick, who is living with AIDS.
Cast: 
John Bolger as Robert
Richard Ganoung as Michael 
Steve Buscemi as Nick 
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Well, I have to say this was very much not what I was expecting for the first AIDS related movie of the syllabus. After some pretty hefty violent deaths of queer characters in the first half of Unit 4, I was very much anticipating the heart wrenching tragedies to continue immediately once I hit the AIDS epidemic portion. But Parting Glances very much subverted my expectations of what I was walking in to, because honestly…so much of it was lovely. 
It’s not that tragedy is not a part of this movie, it is, it’s just hidden under the layer of friendship, community, and love that feels like the core theme of the film. I am thinking about the party at Joan’s and how much happiness and celebration was happening there, with community abound, and yet how Michael kept telling people they should call Nick because he would appreciate it, showing just how much Nick has lost of his own community since his HIV/AIDS diagnosis. 
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I really loved how real these relationships to one another felt, the way that Michael and Robert were playful with each other, the way that Nick sat on Michael’s lap so casually for a few minutes when Michael cooked him dinner, I loved the conversation Robert had with his ex-girlfriend, the young and hopeful queer boy who wished to live forever. I just loved watching the queer community be a queer community. 
Even in the moments that get a little dour, where Michael gets especially weepy with Nick, those scenes did not make me sad, did not destroy me the way other films in this syllabus have, because that is just grief. Grief is a mighty and terrible thing, but I find beauty in it as well. I find beauty and loveliness in the fact that those tears came from Michael finally admitting to Nick that he loved him, that Nick got to hear himself that he was loved, especially when so many people seemed to have fallen away from him after his diagnosis. I find comfort in the conversations about death that Michael and Joan have together, because those are conversations I’ve had, they feel familiar, they feel like a natural part of life, perhaps they should not have to feel those points so soon, but Nick himself is right, living forever is the only thing none of us can do. 
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I really loved that we saw Nick when he was at a stage in his illness where he was simply being careful, but was still full of life, energetic, that he was able to be a support system for Michael and was not only being tended to. We know what is coming, but we are not made to see it. I was really in to what the film did with it’s use of ominous backing track, that Nick could hear it, that it felt like the progression of his illness, that it felt like a sense of impending doom, a cloud that hangs over Nick. 
Throughout a lot of this film I found myself thinking about The Inheritance Part One & Part Two, a play written in 2016 based off of the book Howard’s End by EM Forster. I saw this play a few years back and was lulled in to a false sense of security that this would not be a play about AIDS because it was set in the relatively modern day with a focus on younger queer characters, but ohhhhhhh how wrong I was. Towards the end of the first part, we hear a story from a character named Walter, an older gay man that lived in the same building as the main characters, and he recounts the story of his life, how his husband, Henry, built a farm outside of New York city for the two of them to live in…right around the time that AIDS started decimating the area. How that distance still was not good enough for Henry so he would leave on business trips, because his fear of catching AIDS was so strong. 
Walter tells the story of when he went back in to the city for the first time, and ran in to a friend he used to know, who had acquired AIDS and was on the brink of death. He talks about how when Henry was away, he brought that kid to the farm Henry had built to hide from AIDS, and Walter cared for that boy until he died. Walter talks about doing that again and again and again and again, dozens of times, he would go in to the city, bring a friend back home, and care for them until they passed. 
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^[sidebar: I very much do not like Robert]
Part of the play ends with Walter being asked what it was like at that time, Walter asks the main characters to name someone they know, they give a name, he says “they’re dead. Give me another name, he’s dead”. For what felt like minutes, name after name after name is called and name after name after name is dead. When I saw that scene I broke down in the theater, I cried for the entirety of the walk back to the train station, I was brought to the brink of tears at the thought of that scene for a month after I saw the show. 
I mention this because it was all that I could think about while watching Robert and Michael interact with one another, while seeing this plot unfold. Robert fleeing New York while Michael stayed to care for his dying friend. Knowing that Walter and Henry stayed together after all was said and done, after Henry had stopped running from reality, and the death rates had slowed; then seeing Robert decide not to go to Africa, and how Michael did not show any signs of planning to break up with Robert knowing, despite knowing how Robert felt too settled, how Robert had chosen to go, despite knowing that Robert was running from loss, and running from being a support for Michael when the love of his life finally dies. 
So despite the fact that Parting Glances didn’t evoke the same feelings, though I felt like overall it was a relatively upbeat, uptempo, gentle film, the current underneath it all, the dying underneath it all, the tragedy is right there but it is just out of reach. 
Favorite Scene 
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I think my favorite scene is when Joan and Michael are laying in bed together, holding stuffed animals at Robert’s going away party while they just casually talk about death and dying. It just felt very much like a conversation I have had with my best friend on multiple occasions, especially lately because we've had a number of deaths happen in our lives recently. And yes, my friend and I both match the type of conversation part this scene, and also the beating each other up with stuffed animals part of this scene.
Obviously we do not spend enough time with the other characters at the party to know exactly what is going on in their lives, and there is not doubt many if not all of them have lost loved ones to AIDS, but we know that Joan and Michael are really the only two people who go and visit Nick, and it feels so symbolic of the weight that they are shouldering caring for their dying friend to have the only two people who have not cut themselves off from Nick be sitting together, in another room away from all the other gay attendees, discussing, speculating, joking about death. 
Favorite Quote
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We all know the real right answer is: “Straight men are jerks. Gay men are jerks. Straight women are jerks. That leaves lesbians and they are off in their ivory towers laughing their heads off at the rest of us. I should’ve been a dyke” 
But I am going to go for the more serious:
“...look at the others, waiting, wondering if some innocent moment of pleasure long past can set them up with the ultimate form of [German word my subtitles did not state]...  I’d like to stage a piece in which all of the performers are people who are terminally ill, can you imagine the intensity, the concentration, the purpose”
This is said off-handedly in a conversation between Joan and a heterosexual male artist who was attending the party. I put it here for two reasons: a) the first half is a very succinct commentary on the state of the queer community (at least who were at the party) and feels like general commentary about the movie’s premise as a whole. Especially because Nick talks about how he didn’t realize how long the gestation period of HIV was, and by the time he started taking protective measures it was already too late. b) because the second half is just the most pretentious, absolutely mindless, careless, and shitty thing to say to someone who is actively losing a friend to a terminal illness. This fucking hetero artist came in to a room full of queer people and decided that dying people would be great to put in to his next project for ~The Vibes~ and I love that comment so much because first, it shows how much he Does Not Get It, and second because of how much disgust is baked in to Joan’s “Excuse me” as she leaves before he can finish his thought. 
Because to say that to someone who is watching loved one after loved one after loved one die before their eyes is an absolutely disgusting thing to do (in my opinion). 
Final Score
8/10
Up next, Philadelphia (1993)
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Still Love Him More. (t.b)
Pairing: Tom Blyth x Co-star!Reader, mention of Past!Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: some fans can't get over your past relationship with a certain famous ferrari driver while others are obsessed with your new boyfriend.
Type: Social Media AU! face claim is Rachel Zegler
Warnings: toxic fans? mentioned a slightly unhealthy past relationship with charles leclerc. (literally only mentioned and not pictured...), few grammar mistakes in the twitter threads. not a warning but tom blyth being the standard. UNEDITED
a/n: this was inspired by @sofs16 's jealousy, jealousy! + i'm deprived of charles since the f1 season being over rn so maybe i'm a little harsh with him in this... (written in 3am because why not)
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y/nupdates y/n with rumored co-star boyfriend tom blyth at the knicks basketball game tonight!
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y/nsidelove rumored? haven't they been dating since last year?
→ peetaspastry i think we all just assumed with the amount these two are together!
→ articarabella they are definitely dating! a few weeks ago y/n went on live and it was pretty much confirmed by them! they also mentioned how tom and her searching for a new place in new york
y/nforlifeee honestly, i don't know how people didn't figure it out sooner
thatonebakucorner who is this man and why is he with y/n😀
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→ thatonebakucorner so what he's the her new love interest in her life too??!
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y/nintbosasera she found an european man with some height to him🙏🏼🙏🏼
→ finnicksspear not the shade to the vroom vroom ex😭
→ welovey/n people need to get over the fact y/n and charles have been broken up for over a year already...
blythfilms something about them just make sense
nevergettingoverthem i've never seen a photo of y/n looking so happy!
→ y/nineverymovie maybe it's because her ex's fans used to belittle her and criticized her on anything she did?
valntynemade i should've known that the f1 girlies would find this
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tbosasmemories behind the scenes pictures of y/n l/n and tom blyth while filming tbosas!
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lovelyy/n the casting and sets of this movie are impeccable
unfairodair only tom blyth would make people attracted to a murderous man with a buzzcut
→ watchingforthem the same thing happened with drew starkey playing rafe cameron
soundofsnowlanding the more pictures are released of tom and y/n, the more it makes sense why they fell in love with each other!
→ y/nineverymovie she always seems to laugh more when he's around
livingfory/nreputationera the best thing that happened to y/n and her mental health was getting away from her ex. not to mention how she can actually focus on her career now
→ carlosconfusion i don't get why everyone hates charles so much? what happened between him and y/n?
→ wagsforlife charles and y/n were together from around late 2020 to early 2022. during the relationship, y/n was receiving a lot of hate from charles' fans and took a break from all social media and acting until the press tour of west side story started. many fans still love them but as separate people and not a couple!
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tomblyth to my favorite person who breathed life into this movie. i will never be able to thank the world for sending you into my life. you are the light in the darkest scenes. i am truly the luckiest person for having you by my side every day. you are beautiful, angel.
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songbirdsandsnakes snowbaird lives with you two
hunterschafer you guys are too cute!
variety hollywood's favorite couple ❤️
lunasteeples gorgeous girl
thehungergames two incredible leads
jesperjones a cast made up of the loveliest people :)
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yourusername i cried to him last night about how proud i am of him. he is so wonderful in this film. you will all love him as much as i do. but i still love him more.
but i also wanted to say that i came to adore this man through long days, fun nights, in-depth talks, and silly inside jokes. i spent every day with him and got to know his heart, his sense of humor, his charm, and first and foremost, his immense talent.
my sweet tom, you are unbelievably wonderful in every way. goofy, sincere, and lovable in every moment we have. i love working with you, but beyond that, i love knowing you.
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tomblyth you forgot to mention that i also cried with you last night.
→ tomblyth besides that. i have never met anyone else that is as perfect as every aspect of you. no one will ever have my heart the way you do.
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lilymhe loved the movie! and the amazing chemistry between the two of you!
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alyciajasmin beautiful people 🤍
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hii ^^ i looove your writing !! i’m so obsessed with this idea of best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give head😭😭😭 like maybe they’re watching a movie and a sex scene comes on and out of pure curiosity she’s like “i wonder how it feels…does it feel good?” and omg he would be so vocal, sweet, and instructional😭😭😭
Just call me Mr. Munson
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rockstar!eddie munson x virgin best friend fem!reader
⚠️warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving), slight female masturbation, corruption kink, slight dom!eddie, very dirty talk, honestly just filth, no use of y/n, overuse of the nickname peach and baby, eddie’s soft for us, readers 20 while Eddie is 21, corroded coffin are in the infancy of their career thus nothing has really changed in eddies life.
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note: thank you so much @wdsara48 for the request and the kind words! I hope you enjoy, babe 💗 (remember to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)
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Your best friend is a rockstar, you always knew he’d make a name for himself with his music, you couldn’t have been more happy for him, but you also miss him like crazy when he’s on tour.
You’d always hang out with the guys when they’d get back; go out for drinks, have game nights at Eddie’s place which usually consisted of dnd, or hit up whatever party was happening that weekend.
The first couple of days were always the best, they would still be in their sex, drugs and rock and roll headspace, trying to adjust to normality after a crazy tour.
You knew all about their sexual escapades while away, of course they weren’t directly said to you, but to each other as you listened in, they’d occasionally throw you a look of remorse as if they’d ruin your virgin ears with their banter. Okay, so you were a virgin, it’s not like you can’t talk about sex though, you more often than not felt like their little sister and it drove you crazy.
You wanted to get some experience and maybe impress them with stories of your own, but when it came down to it, you chickened out. The thought of having sex with a random guy for the sake of gaining experience just didn’t sit right with you, and so you were never able to follow through with it.
You had always secretly hoped that Eddie would maybe teach you some stuff, you would replay possible conversations in your mind of how you’d want to ask him, but you couldn’t follow through with that either. Maybe you just weren’t meant to be experienced in that area, maybe it’s a good thing. Yeah, that’s what you tell yourself but it never really feels truthful.
Tonight you and Eddie have movie night, something you both like to do when he’s just gotten home and in need of ‘his best friend time’ as he puts it. You went and hung out at family video for awhile, Eddie catching up with Steve and Robin while you browsed the new releases, finally settling on some b rated cheesy horror movie and some snacks.
Once back at Eddie’s trailer, you set up the movie while he puts the popcorn on the stove, and unbags the rest of the junk food, while grabbing two beers out the fridge for you both. Throwing the popcorn in whatever big bowl he can find, he makes his way to you, with his arms full.
“Alright, you ready?” He motions to the tv with his head, while trying to gently place everything on the coffee table. “I have a feeling this is gonna be really gory, but yeah I’m ready.” You say before shoving a couple kernels of popcorn into your mouth, “it’s okay, peach. You know if it gets too scary you can always hold onto me.” He beams with a smug smirk. The use of his childhood nickname for you, makes your cheeks bloom a bright red, though it wasn’t out of embarrassment, but an overwhelming sense of pride that no one other than you, knew this side of Eddie, this sweet gentle side. You knew one day he’d get a girlfriend and she’d see this side plus so much more, the thought made your stomach twist in knots but couldn’t think about that, for now you would savor the moments you two spend together.
“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You jokingly say, you rarely join in on Eddie’s flirting so when you do, it always catches him off guard. He side eyes you with a small smirk. “So, do you wanna smoke before I press play?” He asks while rubbing his palms on his Jean clad thighs. “Yeah, we can smoke.” Smoking with Eddie usually consists of you taking one hit while he kills the rest.
Correction, you took two hits this time, while Eddie took a couple more than you, before putting the joint out in the ashtray and discarding it off to the side, while pressing play on the remote. Something in the air felt different this time, you couldn’t put your finger on it but there was a tension you were never aware of before. Eddie kept sneaking glances at you, but when you’d look, his eyes would be on the screen, aside from the two times his eyes didn’t look away fast enough. You wanted to ask him if something was wrong or if you had something on your face, but the weed almost made you feel stuck or maybe you were too afraid of what would come out of the conversation.
After sitting in silence watching teenagers be picked off one by one, by some psycho killer as you sipped your beer and every once in a while grabbed for a candy or some popcorn. You took one last glance at Eddie, your eyes met but he looked away almost immediately back onto the screen.
When you looked back at the tv, the scene in front of you was a rather erotic one. The couple were in a car at some type of ‘lovers lake’ spot, the girl was bent over the middle console sucking the guys dick, while his head was thrown back on the head rest.
“What does that feel like?” The words leave your mouth before you are even able to grasp what it was you actually asked. “What?” Eddie asked as his eyebrows furrowed. “Getting head, what does it feel like?” You already asked, might as well find out the answer. “Um, well I mean it feels good.” He says, his eyes meeting yours as he white knuckles his beer bottle, taking a swig. “Mmm, I’ve always wanted to try it.” You don’t know what has come over you, almost like the weed has some type of truth serum in it, you couldn’t stop word vomiting your every thought.
Eddie almost spit out his sip of beer, but instead he swallows it harshly before choking. You sit up and pat his back, while laughing. “Shit, are you okay? Here, put your hands up.” You say as you try to help him lift his right arm into the air. “He pulls his arm away while rubbing his chest, “I’m alright.” He says gently, “you just, you can’t say shit like that, peach. Not to me.”
Now your eyebrows furrow, because what the fuck? He’s your best friend, he can talk about different women all day long and how he fucks them side ways from Monday, but you inquire about one sexual question and now it’s “you can’t say shit like that to me.” You roll your eyes and turn your body towards the tv, huffing out a breath in annoyance.
A couple minutes pass by before Eddie is knocking you out of your thoughts. “Listen, peach I-I,” you cross your arms as he talks, before you cut him off. “Eddie, it’s fine just drop it.” Eddie didn’t know how to drop shit, so you knew that wasn’t gonna happen. “Look at me.” He said with a domineering tone, making you turn your head almost immediately. “Listen, I just- I understand you’re curious and as your best friend I shouldn’t be weird about you, ya’ know experimenting and all that but, I don’t know the thought of some creep seeing you like that, I don’t know it just pisses me off.” He says through gritted teeth. “I get it Eddie, you look at me like your little sister or something.” You say as your head snaps back to the screen, screams booming from the speakers as one of the girls tries to outrun the killer.
“A sister?” Eddie says almost as low as a whisper, “I don’t think of you like a sister, peach. If I had a sister I definitely wouldn’t hang out with her as much as I do with you.” His words make your stomach flutter. “You don’t?” You ask in surprise. “No, no I don’t” Eddie says before taking another swig of his beer. “Well, so why does the thought of me doing that with someone piss you off?” You’re genuinely confused now. “I don’t know, it’s just you're so innocent about shit like that, and I don’t want someone taking advantage of you or..” he trails off before you begin talking, “okay? Well I mean I want to learn, I don’t wanna be a virgin forever.” You say as you roll your eyes. “And you will, just make sure he’s the right guy, ya’ know?”
“Isn’t the purpose to be good before you find the right guy?” You snort, “not necessarily.” He says back, while meeting your eyes. “Not many guys want a girl who doesn’t even know how to suck dick, correctly. Let alone a boring virgin.” You gloomily say while shooting him a bittersweet smile.
“Cmon peach, you’re more than your sexual status, you know that right?” He tilts his head closer to you, doing his best silly face to make you laugh, it worked just like it always did. “There she is.” He smirks.
A couple more minutes pass by before you say the words you’ve been wanting to say for so long, no more overthinking it. “Eddie?” You whisper, capturing his attention as he turns to look at you, “can you teach me?” His eyes widen, his mouth slightly drops open and it moves like he wants to say something but the words are stuck, until finally he’s able to get them out “Y-you want me to teach you?” He says in disbelief.
“Well, I mean I trust you more than anyone, and I’m sure you know what you like, so why not?” You shrug and then turn your head back to the tv for a second before you find his eyes again. “Are you sure about that, peach? I mean I want you to really know what you’re asking for here?” His knee begins bouncing before he’s reaching for the leftover joint in the ashtray. “I’m a big girl Eddie, I know what I’m asking for.” You smirk at the fact that you’re able to fluster him like this. “Okay, so you know the only way I can teach you is by, uh by showing you right?” You’ve never seen him this nervous before, maybe you should’ve done this earlier. “Yes, Eddie. How else would you teach me?” You raise an eyebrow, as he lights up the joint and takes a hit.
“Fuck, peach are you positive you wanna do this? I don’t wanna like fuck up our friendship or make shit weird between us.” He stares into your eyes, a look of genuine concern on his face as the smoke bellows from his mouth. You can’t help the insecurities bubbling up inside of you,“Eddie, if I'm not good enough to suck your dick, then just say that.” Your shoulders slump against the back of the couch, you look away because you can’t bear the rejection.
“Not good enough? What the fuck does that mean?” He says while scooting himself closer to the edge of the couch, trying to see your face from where he’s seated, you don’t answer. “Hey!” He almost shouts with that same domineering tone from earlier. He grabs your cheeks, almost pinching them, making your mouth fall open in an “o” shape. He turns your eyes to meet his, “look at me when I’m talking to you, peach.” His dominant voice gets softer at your nickname, the whole thing has you feeling butterflies somewhere else.
“You wanna learn? Okay then, get on your knees for me, and I’ll teach you. Just call me Mr. Munson.” He says with a cackle, making you laugh along.
You get up from your spot and take a couple steps, now standing in front of Eddie’s wide opened legs, he’s now sitting with his back flush against the couch, knees spread. You sink down to your knees, and look up at him for direction. He stares at you for a couple seconds, while his chest rises and falls.
“Okay, first you’re gonna unbuckle my belt.” He says with a low gruff voice, somehow you were able to undo the belt from the handcuff buckle, rather quickly.
You didn’t need to be told how to take his pants off, unbuttoning and unzipping them with fervor, before you put your thumbs under the waistband of his jeans and plaid boxers, but before you began pulling them down, Eddie stopped you— “hold on, baby.” He breathily says as he puts his heavily tattooed hands over yours, “I uh,” his hands are trembling, everything feels like too much in the moment, he’s never called you baby before but also, why is he so nervous? You know he’s gotten his dick sucked more than he probably even remembers yet here he is more nervous than you.
“Peach, I-I uh, you know I really care about you, right?” His gaze is stirring something inside of you, the adoration in his eyes, clear as day. “Yeah, of course I know that, Ed’s. I care about you too.” You beam up at him, from your spot between his legs.
He removes his right hand from yours, bringing his thumb to your jaw, gliding it against your skin inching closer towards your lips, Eddie rubs the pad of his thumb over your pouty bottom lip, moving it back and forth until his finger stops abruptly. “Open” was all he had to say for you to obey, you open.
His thumb instantly on your tongue, you didn’t need any more instruction as you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.
“Fuck” Eddie panted while holding your gaze, “you’re so fucking pretty, peach.” He took a few more heavy breaths before he continued, “I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” You can’t believe what he’s saying, ‘he’s always wanted to see me like this? Since when?’ But that’s a question for another day, you want this too bad.
Instead you shoot him a little smirk, “are you ready Mr. Munson?” You say in a seductive tone. “Y-yeah, I’m ready baby.” He laughs at the title he threw around earlier. Your thumbs take up their old position, slowly pulling his boxers and black jeans down to his knees. Eddie’s cock springs out, at attention. You don’t know much about dicks but he looks painfully hard, almost purple and throbbing while the tip leaks clear beads of precum, it makes your mouth water.
You reach for his cock, wrapping your dainty hand around his huge length. Eddie moves to sit up more, as if he needs to see everything you’re doing, “mmm, spit on it baby.” He softly commands as he bites his bottom lip. You get higher up on your knees, mouth a couple inches above his cock, letting a glob of spit fall out of your mouth and onto his angry tip.
Eddie shudders, before he continues his instructions. “Good girl, now rub the spit all over the head and shaft before you start the hand job, it can kind of hurt when it’s dry.” He says before yanking up his band shirt and pulling it up over his head, throwing it over the armrest of the couch.
Your eyes rake over his upper body, as you continue to pump him, his array of tattoos, some you’ve seen some you haven’t, along with nipple rings, yeah you’ve never seen those before. Fuck, he looked so good. You continued to gawk until your eyes met his, his cocky smile looking down at you, knowingly.
“See something you like, peach?” His cocky smile turned into a toothy grin. “Maybe” was all you said before taking his tip into your mouth and lightly sucking. Eddie’s hand flies to your hair, gently taking a handful, “fuck, I didn’t tell you to do that yet, did I? You’re supposed to be a good girl and listen, okay?” He says before pulling you off of his cock. “First I want you to lick from my balls up to the tip, do you understand?” He says while he has your hair pulled back and chin pointed up towards him, almost face to face.
You’ve never seen Eddie this way before, so in charge, so demanding, almost mean but so sexy.
You do as he asked, licking a strip up from his balls to his tip, out of pure curiosity you licked the new beads of precum just to taste, “fuck, you’re such a good girl” he growls, the praise going straight to your pussy.
“Okay baby, now I want you to do what you did before, put your mouth around the tip and suck.” You waste no time, putting the tip back into your mouth and sucking a little harder than before. “Fuck, just like that. Now, look up at me, peach. I need to see those pretty eyes, baby.” When you look up at Eddie, you want to commit the sight in front of you to memory and use it every time you're alone in your bed at night. His eyes were lust filled, his jaw was slack, his head was tilted down as he watched you through his lashes.
“Good girl, peach!” He groans “okay, now take it a little deeper, yes! Fuck that’s it, baby. Just like that.” You couldn’t help it any longer, you were so turned on, you snuck your hand inside your shorts, grinding down on your fingers as they slid across your soaked clit. You continued bobbing on Eddie’s cock, he gathered your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as he controlled your movements.
He was trying so hard not to push your head down and begin fucking your throat, like he was use to. No, he had to be gentle with you, his little peach. In high school, he had this fantasy almost nightly, you sucking his cock, on your knees all cute and innocent. Fuck, he felt like a pervert back then because of it. But now, it’s really fucking turning him on, and he’s more than okay with that.
He sits up slightly as he notices your right hand has disappeared, “are you touching yourself?” He asks with a wide eyed gaze. “Yes, I can’t help it, you’re so sexy.” You whine, not even realizing what you said.
“Oh?” He smirked, “you think I’m sexy?” His hips buck, making his tip hit the back of your throat, gagging you. “Fuck, I think you’re so fucking sexy, keep playing with your little pussy baby, cum for me.” He panted, “I wanna see your face when you come, peach. I need to see it.” You slid his cock out of your mouth as you began rubbing your clit harder, “mmm, oh fuck.” You moaned out, eyes rolling back.
“You sound so pretty, too. Can you take your shirt off for me, peach? Can I see your tits?” He begged, you slipped your hand out of your waistband, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, then you unclasp the black bra that cupped your boobs perfectly. Eddie, doesn’t take his eyes off of you.
You pull the bra from your body, and throw it at him, as you giggle. “Goddamn,” he said under his breath as he sat up to get a better look, left hand lazily stroking his cock. His right hand reaches before he pulls it back, “can I- can I touch?” He asks softly. “Yes, you can touch Ed's.” You say with an innocent bat of your lashes.
He used both hands to grab handfuls of each breast, squeezing and pinching at your nipples. “You really are so beautiful, you know that?” He asks, as he looks over your body and face.
“Yeah? You think so?” You ask as you reach for his cock, missing the way it felt between your fingers and in your mouth. “Oh, I know so.” He chuckles
“Teach me more, Ed’s? I wanna make you cum.” You whisper as you move your head closer to his cock, he can feel your breath on him, but it’s your words that are really doing it for him. He never thought he’d hear you like this, no matter how many times he’s fantasized, but now that he has, he’s addicted. He wants to be your first everything, he has to be.
“Fuck, keep touching yourself with my cock in your mouth, baby.” He whimpers, sitting flush against the couch again, with his head thrown back.
You stuff him back into your mouth, sucking and licking while your hand finds its way back into your shorts and over your clit.
“Yes fuck! Deepthroat baby, breathe through your nose and swallow, look up at me. Fuck yes, Jesus your mouth feels so fucking good.” He scrunches his face up in pleasure, letting out little “fucks” and “shits” as you took him deeper in your throat.
“Mmm alright, spit on it again.” He says as he takes his cock in his hand, slapping your bottom lip with it. You do as you’re asked, “fuck yeah, I like my head sloppy, baby.” You can tell he’s antsy and wants to cum and you’re right behind him, as you continue to rub yourself.
“Take your other hand and wrap it around the middle. Mhm, perfect peach, now I want you to put your mouth on me again, just the tip and a little bit of the shaft, yes just like that, fuck.” You’d do just about anything he asked of you right now, especially if he continues with those moans and his sweet words of praise.
“Okay, now I want you to twist your hand and go up and down, while you suck.” At first it was hard to keep the same rhythm as your hand, but you quickly got the hang of it. “Oh fuck! Oh my god baby! You’re fucking perfect.” He begins bucking his ups up towards your mouth, spit covering your hand as you continue your ministrations on him.
you’re so focused on making him feel good, you forgot about getting yourself off.
“Look at me, baby.” The sight of your tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes, got him. “I’m cumming, fuck!” You take it all into your mouth not letting even a drop go. “Holy shit, peach.” He growls “swallow it.” He demands, while watching you. “Let me see.” Another demand. You stick out your tongue, to show him you did as you were asked.
“Good girl, now get up here and let me make you cum.”
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draconicsilence · 1 year
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-looks both ways- time for random thoughts about a lizard
there is no reason for this beyond me wanting to talk about Grimaror by mentioning anything I can think of/remember for him that is just general stuff, not getting into character relationships here, just....assorted things that I thought of as I wrote down my thoughts for....a couple hours...
(if this doesn’t make it clear that my process of making headcanons and ideas is based purely on vibes and what my brain thinks of in the moment, idk what does)
- Whatever the hell he is in regards to dragon species....It ain’t a true Fell Dragon in regards to my own personal stuff. [Context: I have natural occurring dragons that look like Fells in stuff I do with my friends. Grim is....not one of these. Or an artificial one for that matter, at least in the sense of ‘looks like a natural Fell despite not being one’] Then what is he? Uhhh, the current guess is a sort of dragon chimera creature; the base is of the same creature as the leviathan he sees in his dreams, but he is so different from that creature as well, to the point that it is clear he is not quite the same dragon type as that one now. He is still called a Fell Dragon, he doesn’t know what else he could be, that’s just what people have called his dragon form for many years. (Examples of oddities: The six feathered wings, the legs too long for him.....the fact he has six eyes.)
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- What name came first, Grima or Grimroar? The answer is....Grima, but Grimroar was the name he chose for himself, though among people he shortens it to Grim. He knows it doesn’t hide his ties that well, but....it’s more normal at least, at least a tiny bit. Once he lost his memory, he doesn’t remember to shorten it......and yet it gets shortened to Grim again anyways.
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- -holds up his version from the dark timeline- I wish to bring up a Fact about both versions of Grim; both break off pieces of their dragon form despite the pain it causes, but it’s different parts for different reasons.
The one of the normal timeline constantly keeps his bottom pair of horns; he has two pairs, the smaller top pair he leaves alone; worn completely down to mere nubs. At one point he had them grown properly, but at some point he can’t remember, he broke them off and started to keep them mere nubs. He doesn’t remember his exact reasons for doing this, but he has a feeling it ties back to his usual want to make himself look as different as possible to depictions of Grima; he can’t change much about himself, but the bottom horns being gone is a good step, right? With encouragement and reassurance that no matter how he looks, he is still himself and not what people assume he is, he might let them grow back in....
The one of the timeline the second gen units came from? He bears all four of his horns, but something he lacks is the many crystals that naturally occur on him that aid him in storing and controlling electricity; he removed all of them to try to limit his power, and kept them from regrowing. This instead made his natural control of electricity, as well as his thunder magic, much harder to control and yet also much harder to use for extended periods unless he is among a storm to recharge himself. This....still didn’t prevent the destruction caused by his own dragon form, and after the rampage that started the whole mess, he tries to encourage the crystals to finally regrow, to try to regain control of his abilities.
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- Grim isn’t sure how he lost his memory; he remembers that he is a dragon, but not any of his past besides what his dreams wish to show him. And his dreams commonly frighten him by showing him memories of a terrifying leviathan wrapped in storms, or a intimidating man that looks like him but with visible traits of the leviathan as part of his form. Or of what he assumes is Grima, but only sometimes is the dragon actually violent; just as often he will see the dragon being curious or perfectly docile despite its frightening appearance.
(The answer for how he lost his memory: Grima got rid of his own memories on purpose, just so he could actually find it in himself to give humanity one final chance even after he nearly died; one final chance to give him reason to not raze the land to the ground with lightning and storms. What happened in Plegia a mere couple of decades before he truly awoke made him almost give up on his plan, but he still went through with it, erasing his memory and intending to rest a few more decades to make sure he was fully healed and the person he requested wake him would come to do so. The diverge point in the timelines ends up being....Well, the Grimleal trying to awaken him and restore his memories despite him not wanting to remember; in both timelines he escapes and ends up found taking a nap on the ground.
But in the main one, he still truly lacks his memories until they start coming back properly due to building stress and anxiety over his dragon form and what his resemblance to Grima must mean given that the children of the future came from that dark future to stop the Fell Dragon, which leads to a breaking point eventually, though one the Grima of the dark future tries to nudge towards occurring in such a way as to allow him to be saved; he knows it will happen one day, the important part is for it to happen where there is still a way to save Grim from himself.
In the timeline the second gens end up coming from? Um. Yeah Grima might have regained his memories a lot earlier. He still does his best to ignore the lingering malice and hate from them, and try to start anew, not bringing any of the thoughts and feelings from his past up; he manages for as long as he can....but eventually it is just too much, he finally loses control after something manages to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, likely the brief control over him that Validar had, and even just this loss of control for a short while spells disaster. And then there are the Risen that came with that loss of control and.... He hides himself out of both shame for what he did and fear of killing anyone else he cares about. (Eventually, he starts to play the villian, if that is what will get someone to change the past so his past self never has to endure the same level of pain as him; and he aids in his own way, to try to make it better as well.)
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- To end on a at least somewhat more positive note: Morgan is of the same timeline as the other second gens[I need to figure out how this works for a Manakete...], but....Grima raised her for the most part for reasons he is not keen on sharing. He never wanted her to help him in that dark future. She did that herself. He chose to do what he originally wanted to do to himself when it came time to send her along with the rest of the second gens; take away her memory....but keep the memories of just how loved she was by her parents, as few as she had of her mother, and as hard as it was to only leave the positive ones of him that didn’t reveal him as Grima. His coat was his final gift to his daughter, his final words to her a request for her to hold on tightly to her dragonstone and that they would meet again soon, he promises. Unspoken words that he is sorry that she has so few memories of her mother, and yet so many of a monster like him, but that he hopes that his past self will be much better than him, and that her and Tiki will finally get to bond.
That is one thing Grima reasons he did right, given how happy Morgan seems among the Shepherds, now with both parents and many new friends. His daughter is safe and happy, which is all he could of asked for.
- (Bonus: Yes, both versions are about as stable on their legs as you would expect for something whose legs are generally rather shaky. Both prefer swimming or flying over walking just because walking or running in dragon form tends to end with them tripping over at least once. He can manage to walk mostly fine if he focuses on it but.....even then, he tends to stumble a bit quite easily.)
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ourautumn86 · 5 months
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perfect sin
innocent sub virgin! abby x dom fem! reader
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synopsis;; Abby was a good girl. Was…
cw;; use of y/n (sorry but it was needed), sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent abby, references to the bible (algo unholy use of abby’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, loss of virginity, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, scissoring, dumbification, masturbation (both receiving), oral sex (a receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!
Abby Anderson was a good girl. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t do drugs kind of good girl. And… she was really religious. She had always been. She accompanied her father to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based her reading on her worn bible before going to bed every night. At her eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing she had ever done was lie, and she made sure to swear that she’d never do it again.
But that oath didn’t age well, since she was, once again, lying about the fact that she’ll be staying over one of her church friends’ when she was planted in front of the biggest party she had ever seen —the only one she had ever seen, to be honest—.
Although Abby was a good girl, her best friend, Ellie Williams, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Abby seemed like a complete church girl with her button shirt tucked on her caqui pants and her school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —She looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of hers…— Ellie looked like a rockstar, with her smeared eyeliner, short auburn hair, black clothes and silver rings…
Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Ellie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Abby was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Ellie’s head when her mind convinced her on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting her out of trouble. They worked.
Ellie loved to hang out with Abby, always trying to make her do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And she thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Abby had acceded to go with her to one of those crazy parties she always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.
Abby didn't like it. She couldn’t help scrunching her nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making her glasses slightly fog.
Ellie laughed at her face, pushing one of her arms over her best friend’s shoulders and dragging her further inside with her. Abby felt as if the devil had took a hold on her and dragged her to Hell.
"Yo Ellie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Ellie was that she was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at her as the two of them passed by. Probably due to her incredible stash and weed. But either ways, she had a lot of friends.
"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached her smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.
"Crystal?" Abby wondered, to what Ellie rolled her green eyes.
"Meth, Bibi. Meth." the blonde scrunched her face. She was well aware that Ellie was a dealer, she wasn't that stupid, she just didn't know much about it. And honestly, she'd like to keep it that way. Of course she was concerned for her best friend's well being, but Ellie had promised him that she wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was her way to go. "That shit is selling like Tommy’s beers." she shook her head, pulling her down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.
"Ellie!!!" both of them turned to a brunette smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.
"Dina!" she seemed just as pleased to see the brown eyed as her to see her. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around her shoulder fell when she stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.
"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.
Ellie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." she shook her head. "I like her." that only made Dina laugh.
"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Abby's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church girl's face...Is this Bibi?" Ellie smiled as she nodded, surrounding her friend's shoulder with her arm again before pulling her flush to her side.
"In holy spirit." Abby pushed her hand away when her fingers dug on her hair, messing it all up.
"Nice to meet you Dina." she said, offering one of her warm hands, trying to be polite.
"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving her a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" she felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Abby’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”
They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Abby thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…
It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.
“Dina! Dina’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Abby’s eyes met a dark haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.
Dina chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Lily!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Ellie laugh.
Abby looked a little bit shocked when the two of them started kissing.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Dina is gay. She’s dating Lily too.” Abby seemed amused by her reaction, which quickly faded. Was she surprised? Yeah, she was surely not expecting it. In her church everyone was so… straight. Was she disgusted? Absolutely not. She didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Abby was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do. Also, she knew her best friend liked girls, and she didn’t love her any less for it.
“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Abby’s eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, she met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From her position she could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Abby felt like she couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… She thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Ellie Williams?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the auburn haired girl beside her, who shrugged as she stepped further into the room.
“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Abby’s heart tightened on her chest, your smile warming her up and making her feel all fuzzy inside. She was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”
‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.
“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” she pressed a hand to her chest, honored. “And who is pretty girl over there?” Abby felt like fainting when your eyes met her body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.
“This…” Ellie pulled her by her arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have her adjusting her crooked glasses. “Is Abby. Abby Anderson. My girl.” a smile crept on her lips when she recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned her up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”
You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like her?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore her and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Abby.” her name rolling on your tongue made her heart fall to the pitch of her stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” she coughed, clearing her throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. Her eyes darted elsewhere as she awkwardly scratched her neck.
“Thank you.” she stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as she realized what she had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.
You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although she didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Ellie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to her. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.
“This is Abby’s first party.” she said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” she put extra emphasis to those last two words, which only made you smile harder and Ellie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.
“Oh… A church girl.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at her, and her whole body flushed, making you chuckle. Why was this happening to her? She’d never felt like this… Not even with Owen, who had been dating her for a couple of weeks before she told him she couldn’t keep doing it. She didn’t love him. She wasn’t sure she even liked him. She couldn’t even bring herself to kiss him. And now you were making her blush that easily? Making butterflies come up her stomach?
“You. Stop it.” Ellie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.
“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”
Ellie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” she teased you as she extracted from one of her front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” she inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.
“This will do.” she laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty girl.” you called for Abby, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” she quickly pushed one of her hands on her front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. Her eyes widened when you pulled her from her arm so she would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on her own as you took her bible from her hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on her own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.
You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. She was stunned, and Ellie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.
“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Abby saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if she knew that she wouldn’t think it, she still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty girl? Want to give it a try?” she quickly shook his head.
“No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Ellie, the girls and you laugh. She looked so scared you almost felt bad.
“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” she remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Ellie chuckled beside you.
“Abby is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed… Never fucked.” Abby’s cheeks flushed red as she gave Ellie a death stare.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were wide open. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Ellie Williams… Isn’t that funny?” the green eyed seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a whore.” her mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” once again she remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between her teeth. “Right?”
Ellie seemed interested too, as well as Dina and Lily.
“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when she didn’t correct you. Ellie was just as shocked.
“Oh my god…” Dina muttered.
In eighteen years. Not even a little rubbing?
“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Abby’s cheeks only reddened even more.
“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” she groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on her. She felt like running away.
“You know what’s a real sin, Abby?” you said, making her stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” she felt even the tips of her ears redden.
“I’ve—“
“Man, I know you and your father has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Ellie inquired, to what Abby nodded.
“I mean ye—“
“Then fuck it!” Dina said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want.”
“I can’t…”
“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” she stiffened when your hand fell on her knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on her skin. She gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab her attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty girl?” she was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.
Your smile only grew more when her eyes fell to your red lips…
“Eyes up here, Abby.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Ellie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Abby. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Abby was absolutely lost.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the brunette was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of tequila that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.
You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.
“Okay. This is a shot of tequila. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. She was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” she nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in her stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and the the salt, all while keeping your eyes on her own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the blonde, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through her veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty girl.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to her with a smirk. Her cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, she took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by her decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt her warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since she knew that if she did she’d repent— poured the liquor in her mouth, almost gagging as the tequila hit her tongue, what made her nose scrunch. The turn on her stomach and the burning of her throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited her. She knew that drinking was not something forbidden, she had just been too scared of her dad’s disappointment if she ever tried it, so she never did. “So?” everyone stared at her, expecting to know her thought about her first time dealing with alcohol.
Abby coughed, squinting a little bit as her hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”
All of you bursted out in laughter, she could have said anything, and yet she went with the understatement of the century.
“Yeah, it usually does.” Ellie sighed, shaking her head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Abby seemed confused as she frowned.
“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”
“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Ellie was quick to pull a little bag from her pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck, I’d eat you out right now if there weren’t so many people here.” Ellie chuckled at your words, and Abby only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in her stomach that pleaded her to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth. And maybe she should be scared, of feeling all of this for a girl. But somehow she wasn’t. She just needed to learn more. Know more. Feel more.
“I don’t think that…” she started, but you only looked at her and she was a goner, the words dying in her throat. Her best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Abby the saint Anderson was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. She didn’t know if she should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.
On the other hand, Abby was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. She felt that tingling on her pussy, although she tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.
“Done.“ you smiled, and Dina handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.
Abby looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Williams, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” she let out a laughter as she reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed her.
“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.
“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Abby’s breath hitched when your eyes found hers. “What do you say pretty girl? Are you in?” you offered her the blunt, and after a little hesitation, her fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that she had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…
“How should I…?” she seemed scared of it, holding it away from her as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.
“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to her ‘till your thigh was flushed against hers, fingers around her wrist to guide the joint to her lips. She felt her heart skip a beat when her eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to her own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” she was following your words and doing as you told her. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe she was going too fast, since she started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give her back pats.
“Are you okay?” Lily inquired her, handing her a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.
“Aw she’s fine…” Dina laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”
“On god.” Ellie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.
She shivered when your fingers dug in her hair, comforting her as her coughing ceased. “Are you okay, pretty girl?” she nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” she looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged her, taking the blunt from her hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. Her breath hitched when the hand that stood in her hair pushed her near your face. Her eyes widened and her pulse spiked up when your breath hit her own, the weed and alcohol on it making her feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from hers was. She really couldn’t know.
Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.
The hand that held the joint went to her cheek, thumb pressing against her bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” she was quick to do what you’ve asked her to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” she nodded, and as you blew the smoke on her lips, she took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of her throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing her hold her breath as much as she could —like she had seen you do—. “Good girl.” she almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on her. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made her shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” she shook her head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged her scalp after a third hit from your lips.
“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Dina was the first to break the silence, making Lily and Ellie laugh.
“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the auburn haired said, fanning her face and making your eyes practically send her daggers. “Just saying…” she rose her hands in surrender.
Abby was feeling her limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty girl?” she looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on her lips.
“Feels amazing.” she muttered, and all of you laughed at her reaction.
“Ellie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked her, but she just seemed happy to see her best friend so relaxed, and having fun.
She was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked her about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. She understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. She tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.
“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” she announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Abby with you for a little bit?”
You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Lily and Dina were standing up.
“Yeah, we’re gonna— Lily needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Ellie right behind.
It was then when you realized that only you and Abby were left behind. Alone. She seemed to realize too, since her body seemed to stiffen up
“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty girl.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. She nodded, trying not to show the way her hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: She was high. She was excited about her first party. She was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and she was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though her hair, in the way your eyes never left her.
“Nothing.” she sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face her.
“Tell me, Abby…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on her hair sliding down to her neck, where you connected the moles on her skin. Her eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, she felt impure.
“I… Uhm…” you decided to give her a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against hers as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on her face. She was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against her making her pussy throb on her pants. She looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although her eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against her cheek, leading her back to you.
“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Abby…” you muttered, your breath colliding with her own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against her bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no one has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the blonde stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering blue shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty girl.” she whined as your lips brushed against hers, teasing her, pulling her in to the sin she had learned to avoid. The sin she had made herself avoid.
“y/n…” she let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as she leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook her body anytime you were near.
“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and she whined when you pulled from her hair to keep her from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Abby?” you inquired. You liked the girl, you wanted the girl, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.
She nodded, tongue sneaking in between her lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”
You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making her cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” she whimpered, eyes on your red lips as her own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through her veins, or the fact that she wanted it, you, so bad she felt like dying…
“Please, kiss me…” she whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when her eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the blue of them, the need… You were quick to pull her in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met hers. God, you’d been wanting to do that since she had stepped in the room. Your core ached when she moaned in your mouth, her hands shaking at her sides as her eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over her lap, straddling her muscled thighs and making her eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Abby, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on her neck, making her sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide hers to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing her before you would lean in once again to meet her lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” she was shaking when you kissed her again, breath hitching and a moan leaving her lips when you started to rock your hips against her. She was already wet. So wet… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against her mouth, your thumb pulling on her bottom lip. She did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good girl…” she moaned when your tongue slid right inside her mouth, swirling around hers. Her fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on her hair. Her jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of her pants and against her aching cunt, which throbbed.
When you pulled away, her glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.
“y/n…” she whimpered as your lips trailed down her throat, harshly sucking hickeys on her skin and hands bucking you against her. She felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you on top of her, dry humping her, kissing her… She never wanted it to stop.
“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off her lap —hearing a whine fall from her lips— and pulling from her hand so she could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag her upstairs, getting her in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss her again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on her lips made you want to devour her.
She opened her mouth for you, just like you had taught her, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led her towards the bed. She let out a surprised gasp when you pushed her on the chest, making her sit down. “What… What are you doing?” she inquired you as you kneeled in front of her, breathing strained and lips swollen. Her blonde hair was all messed up, as well as her clothes, and her pussy hurt so much under her pants she couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing her, rubbing against her and making it better. She was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing her thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.
“Praying.” you smiled at her as you unbuckled her pants and pushed them down her thighs along with her underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.
“W-Wait!” she tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left her mind when you pushed her legs apart and left a little peck on her clit. Her pussy was pretty, blonde mound and pinkish dripping folds soaked for you. You smiled when she let out a load moan at the fat strip you made up her pussy, taking in all her slick, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at her moans and whines.
“Such a pretty girl with a pretty pussy...” she whimpered when you licked clean her arousal off her slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” she nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from her hole to her clit before sucking it inside your mouth. You moaned against her, ‘cause she tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your face on her pussy so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.
“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let her go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would circle her entrance, making her thighs clench and a moan leave her lips.
“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” she whimpered when your mouth went back to her, slowly pushing one finger into her tight walls. Her fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum against her clit and her whine. She felt like chocking with her spit. She has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. She was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there she was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.
She seemed extremely sensitive on her clit, where you teased her with your tongue, making her moan and whimper as you curled your finger against her g spot. There was this pressure, this heat building up in her lower stomach that made her head feel all fuzzy and her limbs weak as you pushed your ring finger inside.
“y/n…” she whined, her pussy throbbing around your fingers and fully leaking. You could feel she was about to cum, and its speed and her poor stamina only made her cuter.
“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired her, entertained by her slack jaw and glossed over eyes. She was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how she’d react once she was thrusting against you, maybe fucking into you with a fake cock… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.
She shook her head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” she begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking her g spot. “Feels so good, so good, please…” she was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that she was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…
You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto her pussy and clit and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. She was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt her and led her away from God. And honestly? She’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with her clit in your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at her as you sucked her clean with all your red lipstick smeared all over her pussy and folds… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. She was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had her shaking on her spot that she started to moan and whimper more loudly.
“Please, please, please…” she didn’t even know what she was begging for, her strained pleading making you start to lap at her faster, sucking on her clit harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” she was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of her first orgasm, which was about to crumble her to pieces.
“Come on pretty girl, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking her clit, fucking her with your fingers. That’s all it took for her to fill your mouth up. Her orgasm hit her like a wave. So hard she was gasping for air, as if she were drowning under water. Her sight went completely white, mind blank and ears ringing as her body relaxed under your touch. When she came back from it, you were cleaning her up with your tongue, swallowing her warm cum and caressing her thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste, sucking your fingers clean. “You okay, baby?” you inquired her as her eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. She shivered when your lips latched to the skin of her hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making her fingers lace harder in your hair.
“y/n…” she whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up her lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of her shirt as you sat back down on her lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.
“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on her face and her dizzy nodding. “Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased her, making her moan as your hands sneaked up her unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on her ear, nibbling on her jaw and making her gasp, her pussy was already getting wet again. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against her lips when she nodded. And she did. In a heartbeat.
Your tongue was quick to push inside her mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against her own. She was shaking when you pushed her hands from your waist to your breasts, she groaned when you squeezed hers to make a domino effect and urge her to touch you just how she wanted. “Tell me Abby, what is it that you want?” you inquired her as your breaths mixed, sucking on her bottom lip. Her eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on her neck. “What do you want to do now?”
“I want… I want to make you feel good.” she breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. She wanted to make you feel the way you had made her feel, better, if that could be possible…
You smiled at her words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing her messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making her take a shaky breath as she nodded. “You wanna make me feel good, Abby?” her skin grew on goosebumps when you guided one of her hands down your body, ‘till her fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when her palm cupped your clothed cunt. She felt her heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” she nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick her lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good girl…” you couldn’t know if she had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for her or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when she stared at you like that.
She felt like fainting when she felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, her fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on her fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed her hand upwards, ‘till her fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when she did, what only made her crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against her touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on her chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on her neck when you pushed her hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”
Abby was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when she first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of her fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Abby knew she was a goner when she found herself swearing. And she didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”
You were clamping around her finger when you pulled her in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as she started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on her touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Abby.” you gasped out, and she followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing her, and begging her for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.
Her pussy was throbbing like crazy, leaking in between her thighs as she took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.
A god she would die to worship.
And she surely felt like cumming when her fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. She wanted more. More of you falling apart. So she curved them once again, and again, and… But before she could know it, she found herself being pushed and laying on her back. “Wh—What?” she tried and ask. Had she done something wrong? If she had… But her voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and she felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like she had ever seen tits before, but if she had she would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… She just wanted to suck and bite on them.
She moaned when you rocked against her hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against her thigh. “y/n… Shit.” she could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against her.
“Too much, pretty girl?” you smirked, grabbing her wrists to lead her hands towards your breasts. Her big hands made you sigh when her fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…
“y/n…” she breathed out when you leaned in to kiss her neck and chest over her bra, marking her all up as she whimpered below you, loosing herself on the way your hips thrusted against her, your lips on her skin, your warm own in between her fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against her skin once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating her skin as you slid against her. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting her glossy and dazed ones. “More…” she whimpered, needing more, more of you. She noticed the hesitation in your eyes before her lips parted once again, “Please…” her hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.
“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing her so deep and wet that she was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Abby?” you teased, pressing down against her and making her moan as she nodded. You moved in between her thighs sliding your fingers in between her lips.
“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled her eyes at the feeling of your pussy lining up with hers, mound barely touching, pressing down, teasing her with every false thrust of your hips. She needed to make you cum, needed you…
“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against her lips before you’d push one of your thighs on her lap to push yourself against her, moaning at the feeling. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on her abs, moaning. “Shit, so wet…”
“Fuck.” she breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so warm, so wet… Her fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when your clits met. By the way she was throbbing against you and how her breath sounded strained, you knew she was trying her best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. A moan left her lips when your started to slightly grind against her, you biting down on your lip as she whimpered. “y/n…”
You slowly rose ‘till only your lips touched before slamming your hips back down onto her heat, moaning when your clits met and hearing her groan. “You like that, pretty girl? Your virgin pussy seems to, dripping like crazy for me.” you teased her, chuckling slightly when she nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself against her like the two of you needed.
And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.
“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ she was a babbling mess as she watched you thrust against her sopping cunt —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at her messed up appearance and crooked glasses.
“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when she let out a whimper as you fucked her harder, kissing her neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over her body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every thrust, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against her ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on hers, the way your warm and soaked pussy slid against hers… It was too much, too much that the blonde could feel tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill over her flushed cheeks.
It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.
She whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your elbows in front of her under her confused gaze. You gave her a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing wet hole show only for her. Her dilated pupils latched onto it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. She felt her mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good girl with me, Abby.” she was quick to sit up and crawl her way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged her mind. She was even quicker to discard her glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.
You gasped for air when she pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing her pussy against you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on her broad shoulder blades as she started to relentlessly fuck you.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on her ear. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing her grunt.
She was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on her hair and her lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as she moaned against it. “Fuck Abby, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. She was fucking the brains out of you.
You gasped for air when one of her hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as her hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when she groaned at your wetness, the feeling of your cunt sliding against hers. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good girl anymore, huh?” she whined when your fingers tugged harder on her hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as her eyes squeezed shut. She was in a daze. “You like that pretty girl?” you teased, moaning when her grip around your neck tightened and she gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for her to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.
You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your clit making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls clench. “Shit, y/n…” her lips parted in a whimper, her hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of those pretty moans of yours… She dragged you against her pussy with every push of her hips, pulling from you to reach your highs.
“Abby i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your pussy, shit.” you were choking on your words.
Your moans got muffled when she kissed you, her tongue pushing inside your mouth as her thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming on your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” she could feel yourself throbbing against her, your orgasm approaching right beside hers. She wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“
One of your hands came up to her face, your thumb pressing against her bottom lip as she rested her forehead against yours, her breath fanning over your face. “Cum on me, please Abby, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. Her eyebrows knitted together as her lips fell on a moan, pussy throbbing as she thrusted against you one, two, three more times before painting your folds in white, making you moan at the feeling. Droplets of her cum were falling on your thighs and the sheets every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.
“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following hers as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.
“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” she begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes.
She groaned when she felt your cum mixing with her own, coating her pussy.
The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away, and she didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.
Now Abby understood. She finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.
And Abby was sure to had found hers in you.
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How They Tell Their S/O They're Spider-Man (& Spider-Gwen) - Spider-Crew x GN!Reader Headcanons
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Miles - The king of acting like he isn't a nervous wreck. Honestly, it takes Miles months before he finally has the courage to come out and say it. He'd ask Gwen and the others over and over for advice. He prepares a big speech, invites you out so the two of you are alone. And though he has it planned out, he acts nervous the whole date and it's pretty obvious something is up.
Miles can barely remember his speech, but he tells you about how much he cares about you, and how he's been struggling keeping something from you. Eventually, after fighting himself a bit, he tells you he's Spider-man, unzipping his suit to show you the suit under it.
After telling you, he's ten times more relieved. He's just happy he has someone who he can actually talk to about it (besides Genke), and he says up all night telling you about the cool things he's seen. He'd enjoy calling you while on patrol, when he's handling a 'villain-of-the-week'.
Though his biggest hope is that it doesn't change the way you see him, because he's still Miles first, Spider-man second.
Gwen - Gwen really struggles with this. She'd fight the hardest to keep it under wraps, coming up with white lies to keep the peace. It kills her inside, and makes her paranoid knowing that one day she might slip up. But she tries to play it cool, and shrugs it off if anything comes up.
But being confronted is a lot for her to take. The thing Gwen fears the most is hurting the people she loves. If confronted, Gwen would deny it at first, get defensive, then eventually just break down and admit it.
There may be tears, but she's just so done hiding everything from you. She'd hold you, and tell you she's really sorry for lying and hiding everything. The guilt gets to her the most. But afterwards, she's just happy that she can finally show her whole self to you. no more secrets.
She's much happier having someone she can go home to. And even though she doesn't talk about the stress a lot, having a shoulder to lean on really helps her.
Pavitr - If we're being honest, Pavi makes little to no attempt to hide it to begin with. Why? Because being Spider-man is fun, it's the best! Why wouldn't he want to share that with the person closest to him?
It only takes a couple weeks, maybe a month or two before he can't take it anymore and just blurts it out to you. He's nervous, but excited, more hyper than usual. And unlike Miles, he can't beat around the bush. He just says it. One second you're hanging out with your bf, another second he's telling you he's Spider-man, and hanging from the ceiling.
Pavi really likes to show off. He wants to share with you all the cool things he sees and does, and hiding things from his partner for long doesn't sit right with him. He wants to feel close to you, and he can't do that when he's hiding stuff.
Right after he wants to take you web-swinging, or show you all his cool stunts, but he understands if you need a little time. He kinda tells you with little warning.
Hobie - Hobie leaves it up to you. He trusts you and he knows you're smart. That's why he's with you. He knows that eventually, you'll know something is off. So he just lets you piece it all together.
He'll leave parts for his web-shooters around, he won't hide his bruises, or clean the occasional blood off his boots. He may catch something a bit faster than a normal person would, or seem to 'sense' something before anyone else.
He's strong in his morals, and he isn't going to lie to you or try to hide it from you. If he's going out, he'll text you and tell you. And if you ask where he is, you'll get a sarcastic answer. He's not hiding it, he just isn't saying it.
If you decide to not bring it up, fine - it's squashed. If you do come out and ask him, he'll tell you the truth. He'll give you his mask. But he'll also play it off. He doesn't want it to be a big deal, because being Spider-man isn't something he does for fun. Or fame. He does it because his dimension is shit, people are suffering, and someone has to do something.
Really, he hopes it doesn't change anything between the two of you, that he can just be his (super-powered) self, and you'll love him for all the other cool shit he's got going on.
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dean winchester consumes my mind LAWDDD I beg for anything with that man, surviving off of scraps looking for more top male reader x dean 🤕
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No Longer a Mentor
Sub!Bottom Dean Winchester x Top!Male Reader
☆ Word Count: 1,512 ☆
After spending his young adult years with you, his mentor, more than his father, Dean found himself falling for you. He eventually made a move and forever changed the dynamic of your relationship
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🕯️: well luckily for u, i just finished this draft :3
CW: Age Gap, First Time Bottoming, Blowjob, Fingering, Frottage (Sort Of), Creampie
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Dean’s known you for a couple years, you're a friend of his dad’s and a fellow hunter. You became his mentor in place of his father, who often hunted on his own and left Dean in your care. You liked to stay in your state since the area was basically a supernatural magnet while his father preferred to travel the country so he chose you to finally allow Dean to stay in one place for more than a week. If you were anybody else, Dean would've been annoyed that his dad didn't take him along despite his age and experience. Instead of going to college, Dean spent those years learning to hunt with his father and mostly you. Thanks to all the time you spend with each other, his allegiance to you is almost stronger than his allegiance to his father. He hangs on your every word and treats you like a god. It's thanks to you that he finally accepted his bisexuality. But he doesn't want to tell you that.
He first started feeling differently towards you when you started to become more physical with him. You often hold onto his shoulder with your strong hand or pull him out of the way by his waist and it drives him crazy. He so desperately wants to feel your hands on other parts of his body and vice versa. Your voice makes him weak in the knees and you sound especially attractive when you've found your prey. You're much older than him but he can't get rid of his feelings for you. He tries his best to be content with just having a crush.
After you two had dinner, you decided to drink with him. The two of you laughed and talked over a few cans of beer and deepened your relationship further.
“You ever been in a relationship, [Name]?” Dean asks, slightly tipsy.
“A few. I mostly slept around in my college years and experimented a bit with other hunters but in the end I decided to marry my job instead.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to marry someone I could tell everything to so I tried dating within my circle but none of the hunters seemed to click with me in the ways that really matter.”
“That makes sense…then you probably haven't…” He trails off.
“I probably haven't what?”
“Had sex…lately……”
You laugh. “No, I haven't. Honestly, I think getting laid would really help me. It's been a rough couple weeks.”
“I…” Dean gulps. “I could help with that….if you don't mind…….being with a guy..”
You look at him in surprise. “You're drunk.”
“I’ve only had two cans and a half…You know I don't get drunk that fast.”
You look at him differently, no longer with the eyes of a mentor. “You’ll bottom?”
Dean nods.
You smile in amusement. “I might be a little rough, can you handle that?”
He nods again, more enthusiastically this time.
“Come here.” You motion for him to come over to your side of the table. He stands in front of you. “Kneel.” You order. Dean immediately kneels, his cock steadily growing in size. You unbuckle your belt and pull down your underwear. Dean stares at your cock in awe, body heating up as he watches you jerk it to its true size.
“Fuck. You’re big.” He breathes out.
“Too big?”
“I can handle it.” He says, licking his lips.
“Attaboy.” You run your hands through his hair. Dean blushes. “Ever done this before?”
“Never..” His eyes are trained on your length.
“Is this your first time with a man?”
“Yeah…”
Your gaze changes. Dean shivers in arousal. “How long have you wanted this?”
“A long time…I’ve been…fingering myself, in case we….” He looks away.
You grin, turned on by the thought of that. “You'll have to show me that some day.”
Dean’s face gets redder.
“Now, let me see how you suck cock.”
He's so hard right now. He opens his mouth and slowly swallows your length. He makes a dragged out moan in pleasure as he feels your thickness enter him. Pre cum leaks out of his cock as he imagines how it’ll feel in his ass. He bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, mimicking his past girlfriends by simultaneously swirling his tongue around your shaft.
“Fuck–” You moan. “That's it– good boy.”
Words can't express how happy Dean gets when you praise him.
“You're better at this than I expected, baby.” You smile at his cuteness. He can't hide how pleased he is. “You like sucking dick, don't you? I never thought you’d be a cock slut, Dean.”
He moans. He’ll happily be your cock slut. He pulls away and licks your length in a very sexy way, gaining more confidence thanks to his elevated horniess. “I love your cock, sir.”
“Of course, you’re my cock slut.” You press your hand against his cheek. “Stand up and take your clothes off, I wanna use your other hole.”
Dean’s cock throbs even more. He stands up and quickly removes his clothes, shivering under your hungry and lustful gaze. You pat your lap and he quickly sits on top of you, your shafts pressed against each other.
You grope his ass. “I don’t have any lube..” You trail off, mesmerized by his soft butt.
“I already fingered myself earlier.” He smiles.
“Good boy.” You praise him. “Then spit’ll be enough. Say ‘ah’.” You bring two fingers into Dean’s mouth. He sucks on your fingers in the sluttiest way he can before you take them out and gently push one of your saliva covered fingers inside his soft hole. You give him a moment before adding the second, then you start to finger him.
Dean lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. “[Name]~” He arches his back and subconsciously thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against yours. “Your- yours feel so- fuck~” He groans. “So much better!”
You moan as well thanks to the sudden friction. You bring him into a sloppy kiss, the temperature between the two of you steadily rising. Dean pulls away first, more desperate for air, and presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Don't stop– mm- gonna come~” He whimpers. Your fingers find his prostate, an immediate gasp of pleasure leaving Dean’s lips. He throws his head back. “There! Yes!” He moans, grinding against your cock even faster. The combination of his moans, his expression, and his cock against yours all contribute to bringing you to closer your orgasm.
Dean comes first, cum splattering over the two of you. Yours comes second thanks to the amazing look on Dean’s face.
“You're so fucking sexy, Dean, you know that?” You take your fingers out and knead his ass.
“I know.” He gives you a kiss. “I want you inside me.”
You lift Dean up and slowly lower him down on your cock. You both let out noises of pleasure as you penetrate him. He bites down on his lip, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his ass stretching to accommodate your girth. Once you bottom out, you give him time to get used to it. “Your cunt feels fucking amazing.” You groan. It's hard to hold yourself back but thankfully for you, Dean has no intention of waiting any longer. He places his hands on your shoulders and starts riding you. He quickly loses his momentum as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. You help him out by grabbing his waist and doing the work for him, allowing Dean to fully enjoy himself.
He knew anal sex would feel good, especially because it's anal sex with you, but he never really had an idea of how good it’d feel until now. Now he's completely blissed out and only able to moan like a slut. It's especially thanks to your quick and rough speed that he's unable to think properly. You couldn't get yourself to go slower even if you tried. His ass just feels way too good.
“Your ass is perfect, Dean–” You groan. “So fucking good-” You hold him and stand up then gently place him on the table after clearing it of the empty cans. You rut into him like a monster, so horny that you feel like you could fuck him all night. You can never get enough of him.
Dean arches his back and shakes as ropes of cum spurt out of his dick. You know you should stop, or at least slow down, but you can't. “‘M sorry baby, fuck–” You moan, hanging your head low as you find your orgasm approaching. “‘M gonna come inside, okay? Gonna fill up your tight fucking cunt with my seed–”
Dean’s conscious enough to understand you. “Ye- yes!” He grins. He's been wanting to know what it feels like to get creampied. “Co- come inside!”
Encouraged by his words, you spill your cum into his warm and welcoming hole. Your thrusts come to a stop and the two of you start to catch your breaths.
“That…was so fucking good.” Dean says, leaning back.
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part 5 of fwb!soap
part of 141challenge (hosted by the lovely @glitterypirateduck)
prompts: 13. Thunderstorm, 2. Bodyguard/Protector, 2. Caught In The Rain & 4. "Get behind me"
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Soap had been gone for a couple of days. a sudden emergency had called him away to whatever classified mission needed him and you were left to your own devices.
your dead ex-boyfriend's brother, Mason, contacts you and asks to meet up. reluctantly, you do because you thought he wanted someone to talk to. you went to a cafe to meet him there and for the most part, things go well. you offered him your condolences and settled into a lulled convseration.
"you're welcome to come to the funeral." he tells you.
"thank you, but no." you shake your head. "no offense, but your brother and i didn't end on good terms and i don't think anything can make me forget that."
the man's face pinches. he mulls over his next few words with pursed lips before settling on a response, "he was sorry about the sex tape, you know..."
"didn't seem like it." you take one last sip of your beverage and place a few bills on the table. "see you around."
and that was the end of that. or so you thought.
you received calls and texts from the rest of your ex-boyfriend's family, asking why you didn't come to the funeral. and honestly, you had no idea how to tell them that there is no common sense in attending the funeral of someone who had broken your trust and ruined your life at one point. it seemed that common sense isn't a flower that grows in that family's garden.
you could almost not blame them for bothering you with this. you'd been with their son for a very long time. hell everyone even thought you'd get married at one point and everyone was so shocked and disappointed when you broke up.
but you simply weren't going to give any more time, energy and tears to that man. you've wasted enough of that already. you chose to focus on better things.
your phone pings and you take a look at it.
speaking of better things...
could you pick me up at the airport, bonnie?
you don't particularly like the idea of stepping outside at this moment. looking out the window, you find that the clouds are gathering and thunder rumbles in the distance. but you don't want to little shit getting caught in the storm, so you grab your car keys and get going.
months into this... situationship with Johnny, well, it's a miracle.
you thought the whole friends-with-benefits thing would blow over in a week because he got bored or found someone else or both. and it's not like you were willing to take this situationship a step further either, you just didn't expect it to last this long.
perhaps it's because he keeps himself glued to you more than half of the time. you thought it's because of the convenience, that he doesn't have to go out looking and actually putting in the effort to score a good fuck. not that he needs the effort anyway.
but recently, he's proven you wrong more times than you can count.
you started to believe his feelings for you when he came running straight to you the minute he saw you.
he dropped his duffle bag on the floor and didn't hesitate to kiss you with so much desperation from the minute you opened the door. it's a... surprise. not necessarily a bad one, you've grown used to Soap's outbursts of physical affection.
but the absolute glee in his eyes, the sheer joy upon seeing you touched a nerve you didn't know you had. the weight of his feelings suddenly presses down on your chest and you recall his words, his persistence, how he never backed down from the high walls you've kept up to keep him out.
you've never had anyone fight for you the way he did. it's jarring, to say the least, but you find that you don't mind the effort he makes to keep you close.
you don't tell him that though, his ego is prone to inflating too quickly.
"you've only been gone a couple of weeks." you told him as you pry yourself from his grasp.
he chuckles sheepishly. "that's two weeks too long, bonnie."
you ignore the warmth spreading your cheeks when his smile brightens the entire place. you look out the glass doors. the clouds are darker now.
"come on." you jerked your head toward the exit. "i don't wanna get caught in the rain.
only you do. it starts raining when you're halfway down the trip home and you hate it. the pitter-patter of rain on your windshield works a frown on your face as you watch the road get drenched in water from the sky. you hate driving in the rain. Soap knows this.
"ah, cheer up, bonnie." he says. "at least you're not alone."
"that's what i'm afraid of." you jibe, a light smile tugging at the corner of your lip.
his false gasp and offended expression made you giggle and roll your eyes. and you caught the way his eyes brighten significantly when that happens. he makes a point of being chatty the entire time to distract you and make you laugh more and honestly, it does work. driving in the rain wasn't so bad when he's around.
it's pouring down by the time you get home and you're confused by the sight of another car parked on your driveway. for a second, you think you might have arrived at the wrong address, but no. you recognize that car.
a muttered curse falls under your breath when you spot your ex's brother standing on the porch, waiting for you.
"what are you doing here?" you ask once you step on the porch with Johnny following closely behind. he hadn't even bothered to get his dufflebag out of the backseat.
"i didn't know you had company." Mason's clipped tone sets you on edge. he glances behind you. "who's this?"
"none of your business." you reply.
he does not take too kindly to that. his mild curiosity morphs into a scowl and there's only so much you can do to withstand the sudden fury of his verbal attack.
"oh, so is he why you didn't want to come to my brother's funeral?" his malicious words make you flinch, but you manage to keep a blank expression. "should've known you had already moved on like the little slut you are. whoring yourself out to the first guy as soon as my brother died-"
"hey." Johnny steps beside you, cold fury freezing Mason is path to trying to emotionally destroy you. you didn't know he was capable of being anything but warm and bubbly outside of the bedroom, yet here he is. "watch yer tongue. don't talk to her like that."
you couldn't help but shout at Mason anyway. "i broke up with your brother months ago, you jackass! what the fuck do you want from me?!"
"bonnie." Johnny warns, blocking you with his arm. "get behind me."
you hesitate but do as he says and decide to unlock the door to your house while you were at it. before you could even set foot inside, Johnny looked over his shoulder and added, "and close the door behind you. don't want you seeing this."
the tone in his voice tells you not to argue with him this time. you close the door and try not to be see when you peep out the window to watch Johnny beat the brakes off your ex's brother under the heavy rain. it does bring you some sick satisfaction for the things he said to you.
Johnny comes back soaked to the bone with his dufflebag once he was done. you told him to take a hot shower before he catches a cold. and you tended to the cuts on his knuckles afterward.
"was that necessary?" you quietly ask.
he looks at you for a moment, blue eyes wide and certain. "it was."
you don't ever question how he feels from that moment. and you think he might have died of happiness when you kissed him for the first time without him initiating it.
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this turned into a whole fic, wtf banners by @cafekitsune offer a coin to the picklejar
part 6
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I Know it Won’t Work || Tom Blyth x singer!reader
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Summary: You and Tom break up after three years of dating and you perform a song about the truth of the breakup for the first time live.
Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 23 and Tom is 30
Wc: 658
A/n: these r addicting to make lol. Also, changed up some lyrics for the sake of the storyline making sense. 2/4? Fics I’m posting today!
Tom Blyth x singer!reader au masterlist
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You let out a shaky breath, "I left you here, heard you keep the extra closet empty," You sing the first words of your unreleased song to the crowd. "In case this year, I come back and stay throughout my twenties, what if I won't? How am I supposed to put that gently?" You had just freshly turned 23 and broken up with Tom.
You honestly don't know how you ended up here, in-front of a crowd of hundreds in London. Performing in front of people was the last thing you wanted to do at the moment but you had to keep a strong front for your supporters, this show was highly anticipated.
"I've had the thought, tried to work it out through anxious pacin'" Your biggest coping mechanism was writing songs. You never knew how to really express your emotions in sentences to someone, so instead, you write them into songs. Your real feelings and emotions laced into words that in the end, formed a song.
"But it's a lot, all the shine of three happy years fadin'" The crowd watched in silence, partly because it was a new song and they did not know the lyrics to sing along, but also because they were mesmerised. Your voice held so much emotion.
Your fans weren't aware that the two of you have broken up, but a few had already pieced it up. "The whole facade, seemed to fall apart, it's complicated." Everyone viewed you and Tom as the power couple, deeply in love with one another with no flaw or doubt in the relationship
While half of it was true, the other half wasn't. The seven year age gap different had been brought up so many times throughout your relationship. You remember the first time the two of you got together, you were 20 and he was 27.
You both received heavy backlash from the internet but the two of you ignored them all. They weren't the ones in the relationship, they weren't the ones to make the call about whether or not you should be together.
"And part of me wants to walk away 'till you really listen, I hate to look at your face and know that we're feelin' different," As the three years went by, uou hoped you weren't the only one in the relationship that doubted a few things. You didn’t want to admit that other people's comments were getting to you. As the three years progressed with Tom, you felt as if you were just both in such different phases of life.
You were still so young in your early twenties and fresh in your career while it seemed that Tom was ready to settle down, marry, and start a family. He would always mention starting a family and you would listen, not really knowing what to say to him.
But recently, you came into terms with the truth that both you and Tom don't share the same feelings or goals at the moment. "Cause part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" You loved Tom, parts of you still do. He never did anything wrong, he was everything you could have ever wished for. You like to think of him as the right person, wrong time.
But nothing was going to change the fact that you two were just in different stages of life. Nothing will change the seven year age gap between the two of you. "I know we cut all the ties, but you're never really leavin'"
Tom hasn't left your mind. It would've been easier if he did. But he just couldn't. "And part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" Your voice slightly cracks, a single tear drop runs down your face. Eyes closed, you let it. The dewy stream your tear left—accentuated with the bright lights focused on you—did not go unnoticed.
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hi! i love your writing so much! i was wondering if you could write something with leon and a clingy reader? she just likes being held by him, and one day a make out session gets out of hand while he’s holding her so he just fucks her while standing up, not letting her get down. i don’t know if this makes sense but the thought won’t leave my head. hope you’re having a good day/night! <3
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pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: you're such a needy little thing. leon can't get enough of you, and when he finds out you like being held, he has to take advantage of that.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), standing sex, daddy kink
word count: 3.9k
a/n: thank you so much for the request! i FELT this one cause i also have a thing about being held hehe. i hope it's what you were looking for :) reblogs and comments are really appreciated <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi
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It only took Leon a couple weeks of dating to figure out that his girlfriend was exceptionally needy. He could tell you tried to suppress it to the best of your ability, control your yearning for physical contact, but it was still there. Honestly, it was obvious from the way you looked at him alone. Glossy, pleading eyes just calling out to him for some love.
At first, he was wary of this trait. He wasn’t good with affection normally. Didn’t like talking about his feelings. That stuff was just too much. He’s a busy guy already. He didn’t need extra worries in the form of a sweet thing like you rubbing your cheek against his neck, snaking your arms beneath his shirt, softly pleading “Leon, I wanna cuddle.”
But his problem was that he always gave into that stuff. Words like those hitting his ears, your pouty lips begging for his kisses, and grabby hands roaming around his body always got you what you wanted. He’d plant a smooch on your temple or forehead, grunt a quiet “c’mere then baby,” and pull you on top of him.
Time passed, and you grew on him like ivy climbing a stone wall. Your clingy nature took root somewhere inside him and drove him wild. It was addictive, feeling so needed. For the first time in his life, he felt like someone’s absolute first choice. It was nice living out his days with the subconscious idea that he was your favorite person. He could get a bit cocky about it sometimes but more than anything it made him all sappy. He couldn’t help it. He tried keeping up the cool, slick persona around you for a little while because impressing you was so important to him. But the way you looked at him made him feel like Superman. Your precious face tilted upwards to gaze at him like he was the only man you’d ever laid eyes on. It just made him wanna scoop you up and take off, soar far up into the clouds where it would just be the two of you.
So he ended up feeding into this kind of behavior one thousand percent, enabling you with no reservations. If you were sitting together, you were on his lap. Standing near each other? His arm was around you, keeping you tucked to his chest. The two of you would be lying in bed and simple cuddling just didn’t cut it anymore. No, instead, he’d be rubbing your back, nuzzling and kissing your neck, massaging your scalp. And the pet names were constant. Your actual name was only reserved for serious or special occasions. In ordinary conversations, it was always “my baby” with the intermittent “precious girl” or “princess” mixed in. 
Because, from his perspective, why wouldn’t he? You both deserved this. You craved the physical affection you’d never gotten enough of while he yearned for a sweet little thing to dote on and love between the brutal DSO missions that plagued most of his time. He didn’t give a fuck if someone wanted to say it was codependent or that he was whipped. You were his baby, and if sweet tender affection was what revved your engine, what kind of man would he be to deprive you of it?
Maybe he was whipped. He wouldn’t shy away from that label. He loved you undoubtedly. His heart ached to see you smiling and laughing. Each individual cell in his body cried out to be pressed against you. But in the same breath, he’d be a liar if he said that sex played no part in his urges to coddle you.
He’d never seen a girl get as cock drunk as you. He’d warm you up with his cooing and caresses, and then all he had to do was slide a few inches in you, and you were gone. Nothing had ever gotten him so hard. It’s like your brain shut off as soon as your sweet little pussy was filled up. Really, you went the whole nine yards; whining, babbling, drooling. Your gorgeous lashes would flutter as your eyes went hazy, and you always wanted to hold his hand. Well, more specifically, you wanted him to offer his hand to you. He’d simply murmur “Aw, is it too much, princess? Here, hold daddy’s hand. That’s my girl,” and you were already cumming.
Cause that was the other part of this whole thing. Shortly after he caught on to your intense need for physical affection, he discovered your penchant for the infamous d word. The first time you’d said it, he had you pinned down to the mattress, face shoved against your pillow, hips slightly elevated while he stuffed you full of cock. You just cried it out in the same way you’d yell for God or whine “fuck.” And he rolled with it. One little word wasn’t gonna get in the way of what he’d found with you.
Beyond calling him daddy, Leon tried to take note of all the things that got you going. Sure, you were fond of physical expressions of love, and you probably wouldn’t turn down an offer from him ever. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have favorites when it came to this stuff. Leon took pride in remembering what you liked. Over the months of your relationship, he made a point to remember the specific motion you liked him to do when he rubbed your back. He burned into his mind that you liked to kiss in a way that would definitely make those over-the-top smooching noises found in network dramas. What could he say? He just wanted to do everything right for you.
Possibly his favorite thing that he discovered about you though was your love for being held. Love probably wasn’t even a strong enough word. Your affinity? Proclivity? Plain white hot need? Who fucking knows. All he knew was that you had a major thing for being wrapped up in his arms with your head on his shoulder.
The first hint he’d got at this part of you came by pure accident. He’d just arrived home from a mission, a long and taxing one at that. He’d missed you like crazy, felt as needy as you did on a daily basis, and you were practically vibrating with a longing for his touch. So when you came bounding down the hallway to meet him at the front door, he’d grabbed you by the waist, picked you up and spun you around like in an old cartoon when the prince and princess finally get their happily ever after.
Coming out of the short twirl, he’d brought you to his chest and held your body a little ways above the ground. He cradled your head to your shoulder and kept his grip tight to support you. And it wasn’t like you melted or had little hearts gleaming in your eyes, but something in your demeanor shifted.
“There’s my baby,” he muttered while smacking kisses on the side of your head.
You replied with how much you missed him, more than anything in the whole world. He laughed his deep, rumbling laugh and brought you over to the couch. You were all over him even more than normal which was really saying something. You couldn’t stop pecking his face or pushing up against him. Next thing he knew, you were tugging at his belt and taking his dick down your throat.
“Fuck, precious. don’t gotta choke yourself. It’s not goin’ anywhere,'' he hummed while tilting his head back against the couch. You weren’t normally so forward. You were always needy, but typically, you waited for him to initiate. It was much more your style to drop hints that you were in the mood and wait for him to pick up on your signals, but this time you just went for it.
He stroked the back of your head while you bobbed your head, taking him deeper each time. Groans fell from his lips, and his hips jolted in small twitches. Your saliva seeped out over your soft lips and dribbled down to his balls. You had never lacked enthusiasm before, but now you were taking him like his cock was the best treat you’d ever had.
He could barely stand the sight of you in that moment. Cute eyes drooping while your cheeks hollowed. Once he heard the muted sound of you gagging, he was done for. Shot his load deep in your throat in what would have been an embarrassingly short amount of time if you were anyone else. But you swallowed it all without any complaints and then crawled into his lap to cuddle some more. As you curled up to his chest, he knew something he did struck a chord with you to get you so eager.
So naturally, he tried picking you up again a couple days later. He had to know if that was a fluke or if it really was a thing. This time it was much more intentional, but he still played it off as a teasing gesture. He scooped you up from behind while you were fidgeting with something in the kitchen, expecting a whiny chorus of “Leon!” and “Stop, put me down!” But you didn’t say either. You let out a soft squeak and a quiet “What are you doing?”
“Just giving you a hug, baby,” he teased and situated you in his embrace so your front was pressed to his.
Almost immediately, as if your skull was magnetized, your head fell to his shoulder. Your limbs tightened around him a little and you took a deep breath like you wanted to commit his scent to memory. You didn’t even complain about him pulling you away from whatever task had been occupying your attention.
“This isn’t a hug,” you’d said softly.
“Says who? Seems like a hug to me, got my arms around you,” he responded with a small kiss to your temple.
His hand rose to your head and cradled it against his shoulder as your legs locked around his waist. He stood there with you for a moment just taking in the embrace. It was as if he could feel you melt against his body.
“A hug is when we’re both standing,” you say quietly while slotting your face in the warm crook of his neck.
“Yeah? You look that up in the dictionary or something?” he mutters in return.
When he had a firm hold on you, he walked you through the living room, taking the long way up to the bedroom to give his little experiment some time to play out. You rested quietly in his grasp as he navigated past furniture. He ran his free hand up and down your back as he moved, his other one planted firmly on your thigh to support you.
After the two of you reached the bedroom, he set you down on the bed and climbed in after you. His fingers coasted across your cheek as he looked down into your eyes, studying you in a way. He was still curious about what was going through your head. Again, him holding you like that had led to some of the best sex the two of you’d had, but there was something deeper there too. This wasn’t just a cheat code to get you to drop your panties. There was an emotional part of this too. He could tell.
“So you like when I pick you up, hm?” he’d asked.
You looked up at him from your spot against his chest, glowing a bit as you came down from the high. “I guess,” you answered with a tiny shrug.
He’d chuckled at your attempt to be casual and just dropped the subject matter. Your reasons were probably sensitive to you. Located in a deep, private cavern of your heart that was too guarded for you to let even him in yet. And that was ok with him. For now, he’d just chalk it up to some desire on an instinctual level. It was just something that made you tick, and it became something he did for you from time to time when you needed that extra level of care.
This evening, the two of you had been watching some movie. To be honest, Leon didn’t even remember what it was called at this point because he didn’t really wanna watch it in the first place. He was much more interested in you. You had just started it up as he arrived home from running some errands though, so he didn’t want to be rude and ask you to shut it off just because he was horny. Instead, he flopped down next to you on the couch. 
A small laugh bubbles from your lips as he pulls you to him and kisses down the side of your face, murmuring for you to explain what’s going on in the thing you were watching. You ramble on about the story, telling him that it’s the end of the world and these guys are trapped in this house, and that one is friends with that one but hates the other one, and blah blah blah. He loved you to death, but he just couldn’t care less about that right now. He hums along with a stream alternating between  “mhm” and “oh yeah.”
Your laughter increases as his kisses become more distracting. He nips at the skin of your throat and litters your soft skin with love bites. His tongue laves at your neck as his nose coasts over your flesh. After a while, your own interest in the movie begins to dwindle. You turn your head and plant some smooches on his face, enticing him to tilt his head upwards. The two of you meet in the middle, connecting your lips.
Mouths move in sync, tongues brush each other, and soon enough, your seat’s been abandoned in favor of your true favorite spot. You’re parked on his lap, the lush flesh of your ass flush against his semi-hard bulge. His hand slithers up your back underneath your shirt to rub up and down your spine while pulling you closer. Your breathing gets heavier, and you’re practically panting when you two finally pull away for a break. Your lips are wet with spit and a little puffy from making out. He drags his thumb over your bottom one as he smirks at your glazed eyes.
“Think you’d be ok with finishing this later?” he asks.
To his pleasure, you’re quick to accept the offer with a nod. “Seen it before anyways,” you admit and lean back in for more kisses.
He chuckles into your mouth and boosts you up without even turning the tv off. He’s stumbling to the bedroom, and you’re latched onto him like a little spidermonkey or something. He knew well by now that being carried took your brain to that sweet spot of utter submission, but today you were on something else entirely. You were getting whiny between kisses. He was having to support you extra because your hands were trying to slide in between the two of you and get at his pants. He assumed it was cause he got you riled up before picking you up, but he didn’t lament about it too much. He wasn’t thinking with his head right now.
All your squirming around nearly made him trip and topple the both of you to the ground. He grunts and shifts you around, trying to get you to settle down at least till you reach the bedroom. You wouldn’t let up though, continuing on with your impatient hip rocking and greedy fingers. He’s sure he’s about to fall over and one of you is moments away from serious injury, so he totters a few steps over and secures you against the wall.
“Jesus, you’d think I’d just got back from a war or something,” he breathes.
You laugh, but keep up your neediness. “Just want you so bad. Missed my daddy all day,” you murmur.
“Yeah? I know it’s hard being away from me. Your little head’s just not cut out for all that thinking is it?” he coos condescendingly, “This is how you're meant to be, just attached to daddy, letting him take care of everything while you tag along.”
“Mhm,” you nod and kiss him again. He can feel you smiling against his lips.
“Yeah, so how bout you do me a favor then and stop wriggling around so much. You wanna get dropped on your head so thinking isn’t even an option anymore?” he teases.
“No. I just…” you whimper defensively. A smile spreads across your face as you hide your face at the base of his neck. “I just want you… really bad.”
That was a tone Leon knew well by now. That was the tone of the guessing game. It was the voice you used when you wanted something but were too shy to just ask for it. So Leon had to decipher your signals and figure out what that thing was. Luckily, this time around it was pretty simple.
“Really bad? Like pinned down in the middle of the hallway while I’m stuffing you full of cum bad?” he asks.
“Sorta…” you say.
With an amused shake of his head, he thinks a little more. The stuffed full of cum thing was a given. So what was off? He was thinking through this as if searching for a missing puzzle piece. He runs through different scenarios before it clicks. He laughs a little. It was kind of obvious once he had it.
“Oh, of course not. There’s no way you’d choose to be out of my arms. What was I thinking?” he says, exaggerating his cadence, “So you want it standing?”
You nod, and with the right answer, that little smile feels so much sweeter. He leans harder into you, keeping you by pressing you between him and the wall. Giving you a few messy kisses, he finally undoes his pants and pushes them down to his mid-thigh. He was fully hard now. You could feel it as he rolled his hips against your center.
“Lucky you’re wearing a skirt, nice and easy for me,” he hums.
He bunches up the fabric around your waist before dragging his fingers over your panties, feeling how they were damp. He smirks against your lips while applying more pressure, seeking out your swollen clit.
“Already so wet, baby,” he chides, “Is this how you get while I’m not with you? Can’t think of anything but daddy cause your pretty pussy’s just crying for some more attention.”
“Yeah, need you to make the ache go away,” you say in a breathy whimper.
“I know you do,” he coos.
It’s a bit difficult in this position, but Leon manages to remove the last barriers of cloth separating the two of you. He lines up his dick with your entrance and slides home. Now it’s his head that falls on your shoulder as he groans. His stance didn’t really allow him to ease in. He was balls deep in the first stroke. You let out a long satisfied moan.
Taking a moment to readjust, he gets his elbows hooked under the bends of your knees. You’re basically bent in half, his cock to your cervix. This angle felt even deeper too. Your walls pulse around him as you work to accommodate the length.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Every part of you clings to me,” he grunts before taking a step away from the wall.
Losing the stability behind your back had you rocking and shifting more, causing his tip to nudge against all those sweet spots. Your thighs quiver as Leon gets into a rhythm and figures out how to bounce you on his cock like his. The sound of your skin meeting floats down the hallway. You whine and whimper, your eyes roll back as your head tilts the same direction.
He could tell you were loving it. Your favorite place to be combined with your favorite feeling in the entire world. There was nothing his sweet girl loved more than being stuffed full of cock and held by him.
“Feeling good, princess? Is daddy fucking you just how you wanted?” he asks.
“Mhm, mhm, mhm,” you whimper and nod dumbly.
“Good,” he says. He focuses on working himself in and out of you. His mind is locked on the sensation of your slick coating his shaft and collecting at the base, dripping down to his balls. But more words fill his mind and rush to his mouth to be let out. “This is why you’re so needy, right baby? You just need some cock in you or you get so frustrated. Can’t even think straight without your fill, can you?”
You shake your head wildly. Your legs tense over his arms. His hands dig into your back to keep you supported. You see his biceps flexing beneath his sleeves as he uses his strength to hold you up. He rocks you on his cock, back and forth, sliding himself in and out. You’re gasping and trembling more noticeably now. He knows you’re approaching the peak.
“Doing so good for me, precious,” he murmurs, “Keep squeezing me like that so I can fill you up just how you need.”
Your noises become more desperate. It feels as though you get even tighter. Leon slams into you deeper than you could remember. But then again, in this state, your memory wasn’t worth much. Pumping in and out, he sees your eyes squeeze show, your mouth widening into that cute familiar shape it always made when you came.
“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for daddy,” he groans.
You do as he says, following your orders. You seize up and moan, long and loud. He tightens his grip and takes a step closer to the wall to ensure your high isn’t cut by falling. His hips don’t stop though. He feels that tensing in his belly. Gritting his teeth, he pounds you over and over until he has to stumble back to the wall.
You hit the surface with a thud, but he’s a little too busy to notice. He growls and whimpers into your neck, hips working at a more strained pace as he tries to grab that brief euphoria. A few thrusts later and release is washing over him. He fucks you full, going deep and staying true to his word about filling you up. He pumps every last drop in.
You slowly slide down in his arms till he lets go of your legs and your feet can touch the ground again. Looking up at him as he comes down, you watch his features melt into the relaxation of post-release. You lean up and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. His eyes open and look down at you. A lazy smile spreads on his face and moves in to return the gesture.
“So how’d I do?” he asks with that smug look you loved so much.
“Perfect like always,” you answer, genuine in contrast to his teasing. You step forward on wobbly legs, grabbing his hand to finish your trip to the bedroom together. He leans down and smacks a kiss on your neck.
“Clearly not perfect enough if you’re walking on your own now,” he purrs in your ear.
You smile and look down. “There’s still time to fix that,” you offer.
“Of course there is,” he agrees with a light swat to your ass. He pecks your lips once more before following you through the entryway to your shared room.
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waitingonher · 10 months
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hiii!! I saw your Percy x Hecate reader and was wondering if you could do a percy x Aphrodite reader?? 🫶🏽🫶🏽
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percy jackson dating a child of aphrodite
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pairing: percy jackson x reader
content warning: coupley things
word count: 916
author's note: hi!! sorry this took so long (finals r around the corner) enjoy tho! i also put my own gas station order in this LOL
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you and percy have got to be the most attractive couple on the planet. honestly, it’s an unspoken camp rite of passage to have a crush on at least one of you two. everyone literally has their own story about how they have/had a crush on either you or percy (or both) it’s crazy. 
percy is such a green flag!! 
HE FOLLOWS THE SIDEWALK RULE. no matter where you are, you WILL be walking on the inside. 
you could be on a super dangerous quest being chased by monsters and percy would still make sure he’s running on the outside. like i’m pretty sure being ran over is the least of your worries… but it’s still cute.
percy is actually so obsessed with the fact that you can speak french/other romance languages. he’d make up any excuse just to hear you speak them.
all of a sudden he’s paying attention in his spanish class and he needs your help pronouncing certain words!! 
or one day he’d randomly come up to you and would start speaking to you in french??? turns out he’s been secretly learning it without you knowing?? percy’s 387 day duolingo streak is all because he wanted to hear you speak your language more. he’s definitely dedicated!
sometimes when you’re talking, percy would suddenly be like “wow, she’s so pretty???” and he’d (accidentally) zone out, just completely admiring you. he knows that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, but sometimes he just has to take a moment to take it all in. 
shopping dates with percy!! 
you’d ask him which top looks the best on you and then he’d tell you all of them?? he really thinks you can afford all 10 shirts you showed him.
“perce, between those three pants, which one looked better on me?” you ask, holding one of the pairs against your body.  your boyfriend looks deep in thought before coming to a decision, “all of them,” he declares. “babe,” you groan, “you can’t choose them all, choose one.”  percy looks genuinely worried when he realizes he has to actually decide on one, because he thinks that you looked absolutely gorgeous in all of them. so he comes up with the only other idea that makes sense, “well i don’t mind buying them all for you. besides, you looked super great in them.”  you immediately shake your head, “percy, i’m not about to let you drop $150 on three pairs of pants. that’s actually insane.”  “but-”  “no percy.” 
HE KNOWS WHAT COLOR JEWELRY YOU WEAR. percy absolutely refuses to be one of those lousy boyfriends who don't even know what kind of jewelry their girlfriend wears. 
he’s been patiently waiting for the day when someone asks which color you prefer.  
this guy has your gas station order down to a tee! 
percy walks up to the passenger door with a plastic white bag in hand. he opens the door and begins to take out its contents, “thanks perce! you got my-”  “i got your arizona, the green tea flavor, and your hot fries. and yes, i made sure to shake all the bags to make sure i got the one that was optimally filled,” he responds, a smug expression spreading across his face.  with an impressed look, you nod your head in approval, “wow babe, you’ve really got my order down.”   percy nods his head pridefully, “i know.” 
dates where you two have to dress up are one of his favorites!! 
him seeing you all dolled up…whewww…someone call 911 for him. 
despite how much percy hates dressing up, he’d do it if it means he gets to see you all dressed up. 
percy makes you flower bouquets!! 
they’re always so unique and special every time?? you didn’t even know that camp had such a wide variety of flowers until he started making you bouquets. 
and he always makes sure to keep a flower in his cabin so he knows when it’s time to make you a new one jdfsklds
one of percy’s favorite things to do with you are little skincare nights! 
you’d come over to his cabin and you guys would light some candles and make tea. overall it’s a very calming ambience! 
even though it’s terrible for his skin, percy has an affinity for peel-off face masks. every single time, without fail, he’ll make some sort of joke about how he’s shedding. LMAO 
you look over in the bathroom mirror to see your boyfriend applying the very thing you hate, a peel-off face mask, “love, why can’t you be normal and use a sheet mask for once? or even a clay one like mine?” you point to your face.  percy takes a quick glance at you in the mirror and shrugs, continuing to apply the mask onto his skin, “those ones are lame, and it’s not fun if i can’t peel it off,” he responds, very concentrated on spreading the mask around. you cringe when he gets a glob of the mask onto his fluffy headband.  “well the formulas aren’t really good and it’s super irritating for your skin, babe,” you tell him, hoping that the thought of a damaged skin barrier scares him out of using peel-off masks.  “y/n, you can have the good skin. i’m fine with a damaged skin barrier or whatever,” percy replies, trying to remove the mask from his headband.  you roll your eyes, “whatever, lizard face.” 
you two are actually a match made in heaven <333 
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lukesaprince · 9 months
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Complicated Freak Part 3
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Summary: When Darcy goes away for a spa retreat, Harry invites y/n over. After a very awkward phone call, there's a lot of tension to resolve.
Warning: smut!!, oral (m recieving), penetration, face slapping, pussy spanking, spitting, dirty talk including degradation and a breeding kink. !!!Age-gap Romance!!!
Word count: 11k+
Author’s note: Part 3 is hereeee, with another 2-3 parts before this mini series is complete. Enjoy 👀
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“I think my dad is having a fucking midlife crisis” Darcy exclaimed, stomping into your room and slamming the door closed behind her.
“What do you mean?” you looked up from your phone, your interest immediately peaked at the mention of Harry.
God… you haven’t seen Harry for weeks, at least that’s what it felt like. It had been two weeks since you were at their house, nearly one since he sent you a late-night text and the two of you hooked up in his car at the park you always went to when either of you needed a quickie.
It felt like so much longer than that though. Quickies were wonderful, and if that’s all you could get then so be it. But you were craving a whole night with him, a whole day even. It would happen a couple times a month whenever Darcy was staying the night at another friend’s or somewhere else. But between exams and the good weather, it had been well over a month, even longer of just uninterrupted time between you.
You were also hoping now that it was Summer that you’d be at their house all the time and get more opportunities than usual to play around with him, but that didn’t exactly go to plan either.
Darcy had to go piss him off for something stupid, or he pissed her off for not buying her something, or some other stupid fight you couldn’t keep track of and now she was refusing to have you over or even spend time at her own house unless it was necessary. She’s been basically camping at yours, her (still) ex’s or her Aunt’s to avoid going home.
She strategically planned her time at home when Harry was at work so she wouldn’t have to see him, but it seemed that he caught her out on it, and she saw him before coming over even though she didn’t want to. Darcy could play around like this for weeks, although you usually pulled her out of it after a week because you needed a break and she just needed to talk to her dad like an adult.
You were hitting the one-week mark, so this was the conversation where you’d be talking some sense into her to just go home and make up with him. Usually, all it took was him offering a pretty bag or some jewellery item and she was back in his hands begging for more and sucking up to him.
You honestly hated how much he spoiled her and bribed her just to get her to not act so crazy all the time. He was such a gentle, loving man and most of their arguments were Darcy’s fault. Harry was rarely in the wrong yet because of the guilt he felt from her mum and putting her through that entire divorce (which also wasn’t his fault), he felt like he needed to compensate and make sure he wouldn’t lose her too.
It made you sick how much she just milked him for it because Harry deserved better. But you’d never say that out loud.
“I haven’t been home much this week since he’s a fucking asshole, then I get home after uni because I needed more stuff before I came here and there he was, cleaning a brand new motorcycle” she threw her hands in the air, dropping her overnight bag and kicking her shoes off carelessly. “How old does he think he is? 20? It’s fucking gross seeing him with that ugly ass bike like some teenager. Fucker couldn’t even get me those Jimmy Choo’s but can buy himself a bike” She threw herself onto your bed, immediately diving into the bag of chips you had been snacking on waiting for her to come over.
Motorcycle, huh?
The thought of Harry riding around on a bike would’ve had to be one of the hottest things you had ever thought of. Ugh, you could see the picture perfectly clear in your head. Those veiny toned arms of his flexing as he held onto the handles, his broad shoulders hidden under a leather jacket he wore to protect his skin in case of an accident.
You could even feel his body on it; your arms wrapped around his gorgeous torso; hands slipped under his shirt to press on his abs. They’d tense and flex with every turn he made, and your body would just fit so perfectly behind him.
Harry could look like the innocent boy next door, or a cruel bad boy and you knew a motorcycle would feed into the latter. It would feed into the side of him that made you cry and bruised you and slapped you around like a toy.
“A motorbike, huh? What type did he get?” your question was a little airy, your voice almost breathy as you just couldn’t get the image out of your head. Even just the thought of seeing him take his helmet off was getting you horny.
“Why does it matter?” She asked, mouth full of chips.
“I’m just curious… doesn’t matter I guess, I’ll see it when I come over next anyway” you shrugged, hoping Darcy would get over her little tiff with him.
“Yeah, that won’t be for ages if he keeps being an asshole” she rolled her eyes.
“Why are you two fighting again?”
She gave you a ‘what the fuck’ look but re-explained anyway. “I want to go on a spa retreat for a mental reset because that house is suffocating me, and he refuses to pay for it. So, I tried to compromise and get those Jimmy Choo’s I wanted, you know the ones with the bows on the back?” she paused for you to nod, even though you didn’t know what she was talking about because she was always showing you a new pair of shoes or something else she wanted to buy. It was hard to keep track of.
“Right, so I asked for those instead and he said that I could pay for them myself. But that’s literally not fair because I’m in uni and shouldn’t have to pay for a necessity like that. I need a million mental health trips after what mum did and he decides to get himself a motorbike instead?”
She was entirely wrong because a pair of Jimmy Choo’s weren’t a necessity at all. She was also wrong because the money Harry was asking her to pay for them with was actually a hefty allowance he gave her to use for whatever she wanted. It was play money because he paid off her bills, so it really was fair for him to ask her to use that money to buy the shoes.
You knew Darcy though and she probably already went over her allowance or didn’t want to see her account decrease just because. She loved Harry, she really did and if anyone hurt him (that included her mum) she’d go after them with everything she had, but she also took advantage of his love and generosity.
You were honestly kinda proud of Harry for saying no to her, since he never did since her mum left, but it was annoying because if Darcy wasn’t happy then you weren’t able to go over and see him. When the two of them fought, Harry never asked to see you, not even for a car quickie because he didn’t want you in the middle.
You asked him about it once, and he said that he knew if he saw you when he was fighting with her that he’d ask for your opinion and that wasn’t fair. It was nice of him, and you understood because it was a bad position to be in if Darcy AND Harry were talking to you about each other.
But it sucked. Because when they fought, it could take weeks for Darcy to get over it and forgive Harry even if the problem was her fault. That meant you potentially wouldn’t see Harry for weeks either and you just couldn’t last that long without him.
He had properly ruined you forever and even if you did find someone to get your sexual frustrations out on when they were fighting, it was never satisfactory and you never left feeling good. You left feeling dirty and guilty instead; like you were cheating on him even though you weren’t a couple.
That was at the beginning of your hookups, now you wouldn’t dare sleep with anyone else. Harry wasn’t either so it meant you two could go without protection whenever you wanted without any fears of catching a STD.
At least if you weren’t getting any neither was he, but you wished he’d just be a little more selfish and not let Darcy get in between you two seeing each other.
If he just asked how you felt about him coming to you with his problems he’d see that you were more than happy to tell him the truth and hear him out. More often than not, you were always on his side anyway and just lied to Darcy to get her to get over the problem so you could see Harry.
“Maybe suggest a weekend at Soho for both of you and phrase it as a bonding weekend” you suggested, immediately seeing the look of ‘no’ on her face. “Come on, Darcy, think about it! Harry loves Soho more than anything so he’d say yes for himself straight away, and you could easily convince him to get you your own package for the weekend and all the spas and massages you want” you shrugged, trying to convince her.
She pondered the idea then nodded, “Maybe… anyway, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. What I do want to talk about is Josh…”
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Darcy called you the next day, practically squealing into the phone at how Harry had easily been convinced into lending her his membership and buying her an entire spa package for the weekend. She attempted to get you an invite too, but Harry said no and even decided not to go himself and give her the space she ‘needed’.
He was a sucker, a real proper sucker. But if you were in his position… you probably would’ve done the same, so who can blame him? You loved Darcy with your whole heart, much like Harry did, but you also knew how painful she could be. You only got her in small doses (albeit very frequent doses) and needed a dedicated y/n day just to rest from her. Imagine what Harry had to deal with…
Not long after her excited phone call, you received another from Harry. It was a call you picked up immediately, your heart beating faster just at the sound of his voice.
“Hi Harry”
“Hi, darling. How are you?”
His voice was like a tight hug after a shit day, like a hot shower on a cold winter morning or fresh sheets on freshly shaven legs. It felt like comfort, like trust, and you had missed it especially after it had been way too long since you heard it.
A week wasn’t really a long time, but it felt like it when you two had zero contact.
“I’m… I’m really good, just been working a lot this week which is good for my savings” you let out a soft chuckle, playing with your bottom lip. “How are you?”
“I’m better now that I’m speaking to you, missed your voice y’know” his comment made you smile, “But I’m sure you heard about my fight with Darcy”
“Yeah, she’s been at my house basically the whole week” you replied, Darcy being the last thing you wanted to talk about.
“I know…” he sighed heavily into the phone, like he wanted to talk about it but stopped himself. Because he did want to talk about it and with someone other than his therapist. He had friends his age with kids, and he was good friends with your parents so there were people he could talk to about it, but he didn’t want to.
He wanted to speak to a partner about it. He wanted to speak about it with you even though you weren’t his girlfriend, nor would you ever be. But he couldn’t put that on you, and he knew it. It wasn’t fair on you to be put in the middle between your best friend and her dad.
“She is going to be away this weekend though” his tone was suggestive, and you knew what he was insinuating. You could already feel the swirls of excitement start up in your stomach just at the idea of being alone with him for the entire weekend.
“She told me… and what are you going to do all on your lonesome for a whole weekend Mr. Styles, have a joyride on your new bike?” you teased, “Or will you spend it with your hand around your cock like a teenage boy?”
“I’m going to spend it teaching you a fucking lesson, that’s what I’ll be doing” he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. You riled him up way too quickly and he wished he was there in person to give you a good spanking for being such a little brat.
You laughed, but on the inside you were looking forward to him going through with his threat. “How will you do that when I’m alllll the way over here and you’re over there?” you asked innocently, really making him drag out the proper words for his invitation. You could’ve just told him you’d come over, but you liked when he worked for it a little.
As soon as you saw him in person you’d be crumbling at his feet like the submissive he had turned you into, at least over the phone you had a little confidence in making him work for your attention. It was stupid really, since both of you had been waiting for an opportunity like this for weeks.
“Come over this weekend.”
“What if I have plans?” You asked, making him groan in frustration.
“You don’t. Now stop being a brat and be the good girl I love.” The phone suddenly turned painfully silent, like that one word flipped the entire conversation to something deadly. Your entire body froze, and the air felt like it had been sucked out of your lungs.
Love…
You knew it wasn’t in that way, it couldn’t be. But just hearing it come out of his mouth was like a bucket of ice water being thrown on your face. More than that, you liked it. You know you shouldn’t have, but your body swirled with butterflies just at the slip of his tongue and the idea that he could actually love you.
Harry immediately regretted saying that. Immediately. It was just a word, yet it had so much weight behind it that it made his heart ache. He didn’t know what to say or how to recover, so he was thankful that you replied and seemed to ignore his slip up.
“So Saturday then?” You cleared your throat, closing your eyes tight as you tried to ignore the panicked beating of your heart.
“Yes” he coughed, “Saturday works well. Come for lunch around 1”
“Okay… bye Harry” you cringed at how awkward it suddenly became, desperately wanting to get off the phone so you could process what just happened.
“Bye”
The beep of the call ending was like instant relief for both of you, the air suddenly returning to both your bodies as you stared at your phones with a pure ‘what the fuck’ expression on your face.
This was only ever meant to be sex, and it was mutually agreed that way. But you couldn’t lie to yourself and say that you hadn’t pictured a world where you two could be in a relationship. Nor could you say that you hadn’t grown fondly of him.
The two of you didn’t even have sex with anyone else, and in your mind and your heart, you knew that if Darcy wasn’t in the picture you’d probably have that conversation and start dating. But it just wasn’t possible, not with Darcy, with the age gap, the obvious differences in where you were in your lives.
And what about your parents? Your parents were like Harry’s third therapists (after you and his actual one) after the divorce, and they were always there for him. Your families had gone on holiday together, done parties and BBQs together, spent New Years and did a Kris Kringle every year.
How could you ever break the news that their friend, their best friend was suddenly dating their daughter? You couldn’t. And you’d never be able to.
After 2 years of being single, Harry had been asked the question of if he’d start dating many times. They started a year after once everything was settled and his friends and family would bring it up every now and then when he was reflecting on his marriage and the years he wasted.
He’d been asked out on dates, been recommended women he might like, yet he declined every one because he already had someone who was filling the role of a partner (albeit unofficially). No one knew about his relationship with you, because why would they? It was just for you two.
While most of the time it really was just a cruel fuck or Harry getting his pent up frustrations out on you, there were times where it was more. When you wanted and needed that rough sex, he’d give it to you. But the time you two spent on your full nights or weekends together was more than that.
You’d cook together and watch movies, go to markets and even went out to dinner a time or two to somewhere he knew no one you two knew would be. He’d have the fire on during winter and you two would curl up on the couch cuddling and just talking about anything, everything that plagued your minds.
There were times you didn’t even need sex, where a shower together or a heavy make-out session was all you needed to be satisfied. That rarely happened… ever, but it did on the occasion where you needed each other physically but were too exhausted for anything intense. Because your sex was always intense.
It was because it wasn’t just the sex that satisfied the two of you. It was the time you spent together as well and that was when the lines began to blur on what this relationship was, at least to Harry.
There was a turning point ages ago, Harry couldn’t even remember when (because he felt like he had been obsessed with you for years even though it hadn’t even been two) where Darcy had invited you over for a sleepover. That was pretty standard, but what wasn’t standard was that the first thought on Harry’s mind was plating you this new recipe he found for vegan stuffed ricotta pasta shells. He was so fucking eager to get your approval it was crazy.
While Harry and Darcy were avid vegans, you were a cheese lover, fucking craved the stuff like nothing else. You were happy to eat vegan when you went to their house, but always claimed that vegan cheese was a rip off and that you hated it and would never like it. To Harry that was just a challenge to get you to love the stuff.
You loved ricotta in pasta, and your Nonna had a special spinach and ricotta stuffed pasta recipe that you always raved about any time Italian food came up in the conversation. Harry had never had the privilege of eating that dish, for obvious reasons as well as the fact he had never met your grandmother, but he always loved your excitement when you spoke about it.
So, he was on a mission to create a vegan version to just prove you wrong and to appease your tastebuds. It became a running joke between you two, your hatred for vegan cheese and his need to get you to love it, just something stupid that you egged him on about. When He finally landed the recipe and Darcy told him you’d be coming over, he was fucking elated at the opportunity to see your reaction.
It may seem silly, like a stupid pasta dish doesn’t really mean a lot. But once you two started sleeping together and Harry felt like he could breathe for the first time after getting rid of all his tension on you, that was his first thought every time he knew he was going to see you.
How would he fuck you? Where would he fuck you? Could you two sneak a quickie or maybe you’d have to settle for oral sex because of time? Maybe if Darcy got to sleep earlier, he could fuck your ass like he had been dying to since the last time he did it. Could he fuck your face? Or maybe he preferred to make you keep it closed while he pleasured you so he could see how long it would take for you to make a noise etc. etc.
His brain just immediately went to sex.
He no longer associated Darcy with you when your name popped up, he just thought about how he was going to be able to give or receive pleasure from you.
It was like that for months. So, when he heard you were coming over and his brain immediately went to this little running joke you two had about cheese of all things instead, he knew you were more to him than just a warm body and an eager participant.
He had been obsessed with you before that point, which was blatantly obvious when he declined dates and other opportunities because of you, but that one little thing just told him that he was interested in you and as more than just a fuck buddy or his daughter’s friend.
Harry couldn’t lie and said that he hadn’t grown feelings for you. Because he had. He had this habit of just falling for people when he shouldn’t. Sometimes it took him months, years even and other times it took just a smile or one interaction. But once he was hooked, he was hooked.
That was one of the reasons he tried so hard with his ex-wife, even after she cheated on him. He was so head over heels in love he would’ve done anything to keep her. When she left he was forced to get over her, but if she stayed he knew he’d forgive her despite feeling so betrayed and angry about the whole thing.
With you it was exactly the same. If you went off and slept with someone else it would’ve destroyed Harry, but he would’ve forgotten about it in a heartbeat and made sure you knew he fucked you better. Was that a toxic trait of his, forgiving people who didn’t deserve it? Yes.
He was a people pleaser and would rather be hurting than be alone. There was a difference between you and his ex though, because you actually deserved forgiveness and you’d never treat him like that. The idea of cheating or doing something equivalent that hurt another person just wasn’t wired in your brain. You were one of the kindest people he knew.
Maybe that’s why you stayed friends with Darcy for so long, because of your kindness.
Although… a kind person wouldn’t fuck her best friends dad.
There was a side to everyone where they did something no one would expect, where they gave in to the dirty desires they kept to themselves. Not many people did, but you and Harry were those fuckers that gave in despite knowing how wrong it was.
He considered himself a kind person too yet here he was sleeping with his daughters best friend and fucking falling for her at the same time. It was wrong and he felt dirty falling for someone so close to his daughter and so key to her happiness.
But he didn’t think about anyone else more than he did you, and he couldn’t see himself dating or loving anyone else. He didn’t want to grow old or possibly having a second kid with anyone but you. His feelings and dreams had gotten so far he couldn’t even think about anything else when he was around you.
It was unrealistic and a silly little fantasy he used to get him through the week and these stupid tiffs he had with Darcy, but it felt good. It felt like it was meant to be like that all along.
He just hoped he hadn’t fucked everything up for Saturday.
//
You had never been as nervous arriving to Harry and Darcy’s as you did Saturday afternoon. Harry told you 1pm but you were at his door at 1:07 because you spent a good five minutes just staring at the front of his house trying to find the willpower to actually get out of your car.
His words knocked you around more than you thought they would to be honest. The thought of him actually being in love with you kept you up at night with all sorts of feelings. Part of you loved the idea of it, and the other was fucking mortified because of what it meant.
You’d be utterly and royally fucked and not in a fun way.
“Hi darling” Harry smiled, greeting you with a warm smile as he opened the front door. Your eyes scanned his body, the tea towel slung over his shoulder making you ravenous for him in a way you couldn’t describe.
He wore simple workout shorts and a tank otherwise, his hair in that funny little claw clip of his that he always seemed to be sporting. It was something you loved on him, and equally loved tearing it off so you could run your fingers through his hair.
He seemed relaxed, no tension or awkwardness lingering around him which instantly put you at ease at well.
“Hi Harry” you smiled back, nervously adjusting the strap of your overnight bag on your shoulder.
“Come in”
He moved aside and provided room for you to slip by, which you did and stopped to face him. After closing the door he turned a little to greet you properly, like he always did. A searing kiss, a slap on the ass, a deliberate squeeze on the sides of your neck so your mind went a bit woozy. Any rough touch.
At least you were glad that hadn’t changed in the last couple days of feeling so uncomfortably nervous about today. If he didn’t greet you like that, you weren’t sure what you’d do.
He grabbed your bag and dropped it onto the floor carelessly, like it meant nothing before his large hands cupped your face and drew it in for a deep kiss.
This… this just made everything feel better.
You whimpered into it, standing up on your tippy toes to reach him better. He chuckled at your attempt of getting closer and bent at the knees, tucking his hands below your ass to get you to jump up.
You did without hesitation, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pressing your chest to his like you couldn’t get enough. If there was one thing you two knew how to do, it was this.
Those little words he said that seemed to cause so much awkwardness between you two over the phone suddenly melted away. All you could think about his fingers digging into your ass, his groans filling your mouth as he carried you through to his kitchen and sat you on his dining table.
The kiss grew hungrier as he bit down onto your bottom lip roughly, enough to make pain spark down your spine and straight to your clit. You whimpered into his mouth, desire growing and swirling in the pit of your stomach.
He used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, touching yours and flicking against it with perfection. You could barely breathe with how much you had been kissing, like two horny teenagers desperate to fuck out their raging hormones like they had never done it before.
“Missed this… missed you” he groaned, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling your head back roughly so your neck was exposed to him. A dull whine fell from your throat, the sting at your scalp making your clit pulse with need.
You had been waiting to orgasm all damn week. You weren’t particularly horny after his near admission of being in love with you, but even when you got horny the day after you refused to give in to your desires.
It was cruel having to wait for him, but you knew that suffering through your own horniness would be worth it when you were in front of him. And you were right. Every touch burned your skin, every sound sent swirls of desire in your stomach, every spark of pain made your clit beat with need.
Your body felt alive and sensitive to every little detail.
“Missed you too, always do” the admission came easy, especially when he bared his teeth against your neck and eased a whine out of you after sucking down on one of the many sensitive spots he had memorised.
He kissed back up your neck, like he needed your mouth again desperately. And he did… he needed your lips like he needed oxygen to fill his lungs and make him live.
Kissing you was equally as erotic and comforting to him. It made his cock rise in his shorts and filled his chest with warmth, like it sated his sexual and emotional needs.
When his lips handed on yours again you pushed the clip out of his hair, releasing his curls so you could roughly grab and pull on them. The clip clanked on the floor but you barely heard it over his whimper in response to your pulling… a full on whimper that had your hips jutting up to meet his.
His cock was hard against your centre, pressing against your clit and stimulating you enough for you to feel it but not enough for it to be satisfying.
You could feel Harry pulling you closer to the edge of the table and something in the increased roughness of it all told you that he was ready to take it to the next step. So were you, because you had grown so wet and tingly just touching him that you could’ve cried.
Unfortunately, the sudden loud rumbling of your stomach echoing through the room completely interrupted the mood.
The house smelt divine. Garlic, herbs and lemon… God it just smelt incredible and made you incredibly hungry. You had been eagerly waiting for his food all day, but when his lips met yours, you completely forgot about your hunger.
It was just mighty inconvenient that while your mind forgot, your body didn’t.
“Almost forgot I was meant to feed you instead of just eat you, ” Harry chuckled, panting and running a hand through his hair while his other rest on your thigh.
Leaning back on your palms you nodded, breathing through a laugh “I’m sorry” as you tried to calm down from the air he practically sucked out of your lungs. “It does smell really good… what is it?”
“Don’t apologise, I did promise lunch” he smiled, attempting to step back but giving you an amused look when you tightened your legs around his hips, pulling him back into you. “Gonna let me go or what?”
“Tell me what you made first then I’ll let you go. If sounds boring I’ll just keep you here so you can eat me instead” you grinned, tugging onto the front of his tank and pulling his chest closer in an attempt to kiss him again.
He rose a brow and let out a chuckle, eyes growing dark as he grabbed your neck roughly and pulled you closer instead. A little squeak left your throat and your eyes widened at the tight grip he had on your neck, pinching the sides to make your brain fog up.
It instantly made you retreat when he did that. You could tease and rile him up and try and get him jealous or whatever game you were trying to play, but that look in his eyes and his hand around your neck instantly put you in your place.
“Are you calling my cooking boring, darling? Because that’s not very nice and ‘m sure I taught you better manners than that”
Still, you felt like pushing his buttons today.
“You’re a dad, H. Dads always make boring meals from time to time” you pushed harder into his hand, smirking when his grip tightened. “Although, you’ve never made me anything boring before. Is there a reason for that?”
There was a reason. Because he was so hellbent on impressing you, the thought of making you something you wouldn’t like was painful to him.
“Maybe I want to impress you” he grinned, his expression lightening as he leaned in and brushed his nose to yours. His grip on your neck never changed, tight and still making you woozy. The air was getting heavier, and you were starting to pant a little against his hand.
“You impress me plenty, Harry.” You drawled, smiling innocently while your hand crawled towards his hard cock through his shorts. “Always treat me so well”
Before your hand could even touch his cock, he grabbed your wrist and roughly held it up, making you whimper but smile at how rough he was already doing. “Yeah? I do don’t I?” He cocked his head, placing your hand down onto the table beside you and pinning it there with his own so you couldn’t move. “Maybe a little too well for someone who’s acting real fucking greedy right now”
“I’m not being greedy, just wanna touch you. That’s why I’m here isn’t it? To touch you, for you to touch me”
You didn’t think you said anything wrong until a certain look flashed through his eyes, his face changing to something less teasing and more serious. You couldn’t figure it out exactly, but he almost looked disappointed in your read of this situation.
But you weren’t wrong. Yes, you spent time together, you ate and talked and watched movies or went out, but it was all just foreplay before he fucked you. These nights spent together were so you two could do the things that were more time-consuming or made you louder, too loud for when Darcy was around.
You enjoyed the time you spent out of the bedroom, as much as or even more than when he fucked you. But you weren’t naive to what Harry thought of the situation, or what was actually going on here. It was stupid to live in a fantasy and think that the time you spent together was anything more than it was, even if you wanted it to be.
Your feelings for him only made things more complicated, so it was just better to leave them out of the equation altogether.
Today and tonight would go how it usually would. You’d eat, twice since you got here for lunch and watch a movie somewhere in there. Then between all that he’d fuck you, once, twice, ugh, hopefully three times if you were lucky. Then the two of you would pass out in his bed and you’d wake him up or he’d wake you up and you’d go at it again.
You’d shower together, tonight or tomorrow when you woke up and share heated kisses, even more.
It was always part after spending a weekend like that, painful almost. You pushed away the thought because it was better to just ignore it than dwell and wish it was something different.
“You know I think of you as more than some object, right?” He asked, stepping away from you after a beat of processing what you said.
You did a double take at his question, not even believing his words as you jumped off the table to almost feel more part of the conversation.
“Of course I do” you replied, feeling slight offended that he’d even insinuate that. “I’ve never ever thought you treat me like an object, why are you asking that?”
“Because you’re acting like I only use you for sex!” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. He was feeling frustrated but trying not to get too heated, because you hadn’t actually done anything wrong and he didn’t want to expose too much of his emotions.
“I’m not acting like anything. We always have sex Harry, every time we do this we have sex so I don’t understand why you’re acting like that doesn’t happen?” You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. “Is this- are we not having sex today? Do you… do you think it’s more than just that? Is that why?” Your mind flashed to the phone call, where he slipped out the L word naturally like it was just something that you two used with each other.
“I just.. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say to me” you continued, feeling heat rise up your neck as you looked to the floor.
No-yes, no.
Harry wasn’t sure how to respond to you to be honest. He wanted more and he thought of this as more, but how could he tell you that. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t.
“I just want you to know that this isn’t just sex for me, that’s all” those first words made your entire body freeze up as you stared at him wide eyed. “You are a… a friend.” It was almost painful to get the words out, because a friend is not what he thought of you, not in the slightest.
He shook his head and stepped closer, cupping your face as heat built up in his expression once again. “So yes, yes we’re gonna have sex because I can’t even survive a week without being inside you. But you need to know that you are more than that, always have been and always will be”
He didn’t elaborate any further before his lips were pressed against yours.
If there was one thing Harry knew what to do it was this; kiss… touch… fuck. So instead of stopping this time, he picked you up once more and carried you all the way to his bedroom.
He set you down on the floor and only broke the kiss to tear his tank top off, pulling it off his body from the back collar and throwing it on the floor without care.
“Take your clothes off” he demanded, darting his hand out to grab your throat and kiss you again before breaking off again.
“Harry…” you panted, trying not to get distracted by his glorious glorious chest, all bare and just begging to be marked up by you.
“Do you not want to?” His brows furrowed, mind clearing of his dominant urges just momentarily when he saw your reluctance to follow his orders. You never did that, ever.
“No I do, it’s just-”
You stopped yourself before saying anything else. The conversation just felt so unfinished, like he had more to say than just wanting you to know that he cared. You already knew that, but it didn’t satisfy the confusion you had over his behaviour.
“Then what? What is it?” His chest was heaving, his breathing intense from your kissing the entire way upstairs.
“Nothing, nothing” you shook your head, removing your t shirt and throwing it onto Harry’s on the floor. You unclipped your bra next, letting that join the growing pile on the floor. “Just fuck me”
Harry groaned, his cock aching at the sight of your bare breasts and torso. He loved your body, every goddamn inch of it. It was a welcome distraction from the way his mouth spewed out utter shit and nearly exposed himself to you.
“God you are a greedy little thing tonight, just take take take, want want want. What about what I want?” He tutted, reaching out to firmly grab your hips and pull you closer.
You grabbed onto his forearms then slid your hands upwards to his shoulders. “What do you want, Harry? I wanna give you whatever you want, whatever you need. I’m yours”
It was true, you were his in mind body and spirit and there was nothing you could do about it.
“Get on your fucking knees”
You dropped to your knees immediately, your hands laying on your knees as you stared at him and waited for his next instruction. He smirked down at you, grabbing onto your chin to tilt your head further up.
“Open your mouth, pretty girl” you did as instructed, feeling his thumb hook into your mouth and press against your bottom row of teeth. “That’s it… stick your tongue out… good girl”
Once your tongue was sufficiently stuck out for him, he leaned down and spat directly on it, eliciting a filthy moan from you that made him smirk. He didn’t instruct anything else, so you kept your tongue sticking out and let the saliva slide down your throat.
“Dirty fucking girl, huh? Always love when I spit on you don’t you?” He chuckled, tucking his thumbs into his shorts and boxers and shoving them off in one go.
Your eyes immediately went to his cock, bopping up and hard. You agreed to his question with a ‘uhuh’, because you loved when he spat on you, anywhere. It nearly made you lose focus on the saliva on your tongue and swallow it all, but you made sure to keep good, just like he wanted. 
“But you’d take anything I give you, wouldn’t you? My fingers, my cock… my cum” 
He wrapped a hand around his length, giving a few wanks for good measure as he kicked away the rest of his clothes. He fucking loved how you were still sat there, mouth wide open and tongue stuck out. 
If he didn’t tell you what to do, you’d just sit there all night without any complaints. He’d punish you if you didn’t listen to his instructions and you knew it. Because you wanted to be his good girl, always, and you never wanted to be punished. 
You nodded eagerly and hummed another agreement to his comment, thighs tensed together to try and get stimulation to your clit. His dirty talk always managed to turn you on in unhealthy ways. He could just look at you and call you a slut and you’d come crawling and dripping between your legs. 
“Gotta get me nice and wet to fuck you, princess. Can you do that?” He guided the tip of his cock to your mouth, tapping it against your tongue. 
You nodded again, shifting on your legs and pressing your hands to his thighs. His nostrils flared at the touch, and he was suddenly drawing back and slapping you across the face. It was hard enough to sting and draw a whimper of pain from you, but not enough to whip your head to the side. 
“Did I tell you to touch me?” He asked, squeezing your face hard. 
You kept your tongue stuck out and shook your head, dropping your hands immediately to your lap. You couldn’t speak because of your tongue being stuck out, but you also knew that he wouldn’t have liked your lack of reply. 
It was a lose lose situation. 
“Are you gonna reply?” He taunted, smirking because he knew the predicament you were in. 
So you decided to swallow his saliva, going against his instructions to keep your tongue out and respond. Now he had every right to punish you. 
“I’m sorry…” you clawed at your thighs, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to touch you” 
He thought about it for a second, then grabbed your chin again, prying it open. You were pliant to his touch, hoping, praying that he’d go easy on you. That he’d forgive you. 
All your previous worries and thoughts had floated away, and now all you could think about was Harry and this moment. 
“It’s okay darling, we all make mistakes… If you suck my cock well I’ll consider forgiving you. Understood?” 
Another nod, another eager shift on your knees as you kept your hands firmly on your legs so you weren’t tempted to touch him again. 
“Good girl. Now show me what that mouth of yours can do”
He guided his cock back to your mouth again, but this time he slid further and further until he was deep in your throat. You relaxed your mouth and throat the best you could, but you still found yourself coughing at the intrusion as he kept pressing until your nose was nudged up against the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. 
Harry let out an obscene moan, his head tilting back so he could collect himself and feel the relief being in your mouth provided him. There was just something about the way you took his cock between those pretty lips of yours that fucking blinded him with pleasure.
Your big doe eyes, wide and all teary with makeup starting to smudge around the edges. You were a ride or die mascara girl, no matter the weather and Harry loved you for it. He loved making it smudge, and drip all around your little ‘fuck me’ eyes. He especially loved it when you darkened your waterline and gave him that look in secret or across the room, the one that told him you needed him.
You hadn’t done that for him today, but you didn’t need to. The little drips of mascara rolling down your cheeks were enough to sate his dacryphilia. 
Just feeling the way you were gurgling around him as he started to thrust back and forth had his knees buckling like he could cum in 30 seconds. Luckily he had better stamina than that, and he could easily fuck your mouth and your tight little cunt before having an orgasm.
“Look so fucking pretty stuffed full of my cock… so much nicer when you can’t talk” he smirked, watching mascara-tainted tears leak down your face as he started to fuck it harder.
You whimpered around him, sitting there and just taking it. If you were allowed your hands you’d use them to give him extra pleasure; play with his balls and press at his taint, wrap around the base while you licked at his tip to give yourself a breather. But you couldn’t, so now you were only able to just sit there and keep your mouth and throat open and relaxed for him.
He wasn’t punishing you like the last time you sucked him off, or rather he fucked your mouth, so his movements weren’t as cruel or hurtful. He moved gentler (though Harry was never actually gentle), using shallower thrusts and gave you a lot of breathing breaks, but he still remained in your throat for the majority of the time. Having a dick in your throat still wasn’t a comfortable experience, and Harry particularly liked when you swallowed and whimpered around him.
Sitting here and watching that pure look of ecstasy on his face made it worth it for you though, like the perfect real-life porn. The more you watched his eyes glaze over and his jaw tense and un-tense, his knuckles whitening when he gripped your hair a little harder, the wetter you became. When those cherry lips of his started to swell up from how hard he was biting them, you could’ve cried with your need to taste them.
Your underwear was soaked, and your clit was swollen and needy. Waiting this entire week just to cum was torture, and now you were half regretting that decision.
“Touch yourself. Get yourself nice and wet for me” he demanded, grabbing your loose hair in a rough ponytail and wrapping it around his fist to give him enough control. He pulled you off his head, enough for you to nod and catch your breath so he could watch you slide your hands into the waistband of your bike shorts.
You whimpered through a pant when your fingers met your clit. Needy, tingly, so fucking sore and swollen just the brush of your fingertips had your toes curling. Sucking Harry’s cock always turned you on like nothing else. 
You didn’t even need to touch yourself to make yourself wet for him, not when you had been all damn day. But you were grateful for the stimulation, for anything to unwind the tight knot in your stomach. 
You started rubbing gentle circles against your clit, looking right at Harry with pleasure laced in your expression. When he was happy with your start, he guided your mouth back to his cock, taking no time to start fucking into it gently. 
“Don’t fucking cum, understand?” He hissed through his teeth, nose scrunching when his tip bumped against the back of your throat. You nodded the best you could, humming a ‘mhmh’ around his length that had him groaning. 
You kept rubbing your clit as he fucked your mouth, your hips automatically grinding against your hand in search of more. More pleasure, more stimulation, just more. 
“So fucking gorgeous you are, such a good little slut f’me… Touching yourself like the little whore you are… Just gets you so fucking wet sucking my cock doesn’t it?” He grunted, the sight of your eyes shut tight while your hand worked fast in your shorts making his knees shake. 
He could come right then and there, but he wouldn’t let himself. No, he needed to come right in your pussy. He needed to watch his cum drip out and stain your thighs all milky white. 
His words seemed to spur you on, your face growing hot at his degradations. But it just wasn’t enough. You needed to be filled with his cock and if he wouldn’t give that to you, you just needed him to touch you. Self-pleasure wasn’t satisfying you at all. 
It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, because fuck it felt good. Your fingers and palm were getting drenched with your own arousal, and with every circle you rubbed against yourself you could feel the tension starting to build and build towards an orgasm. 
But you wanted Harry. 
“Fuck… enough” he suddenly decided, pushing your face off. The force was hard enough for you to need to catch yourself back on your hands, panting and swallowing the excess saliva that had coated your mouth. 
You practically watched your orgasm disappear, feeling your heart drop in defeat even though Harry never wanted you to come in the first place. 
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and looked back up at Harry, finding him looking right down at you with a look of adoration. He quickly cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss, uncaring to the fact that his cock had just been in your mouth.
Harry was the type of man to give 0 shits about that stuff. He had eaten his own cum out of you and spat it into your mouth more times than you could count. You were thankful for that. A lot of men his age, well, a lot of men in general had such a narrowminded view on sex and relationships. 
You and Harry had experimented lots in things that a lot of men wouldn’t do with their female partners. Aside from the cum eating, you had fingered him, ate his ass out and more and he had done the same to you. It was all done with Harry having the upper hand, but in times of extreme pleasure there were moments where he whimpered for you, even said please.
You never thought he’d give up any sort of control around you because that just wasn’t what your dynamic was, but you saw glimpses of where it might be different. 
He was always quick to remind you who was in charge though, and more often than not he was slapping you around or fucking you so good right afterwards you were the one sobbing and begging for him.
“Take off your shorts and get on the bed, y/n” he practically growled, pulling you up by your waist. Your knees buckled slightly from being stiff and in the same position for so long, but he was quick to steady you. “Okay?” he asked, checking in. There was a dazed look in your eye, your knees wobbling. 
You nodded, “yes… yes ‘m okay” you croaked, your voice feeling raw from his dick. 
He nodded back and slapped your ass, saying a “hurry up then, princess” as he climbed onto the bed and settled with his back against the headboard, legs apart. 
You quickly slid your shorts and underwear off and climbed after him, waiting between his legs for how he wanted you. “Back to me, y/n. Right here”
He patted his thigh, right over his thigh tattoo before wrapping his hand around his cock and tugging on it gently. You had ridden his thigh before, but that wasn’t what he meant. 
You crawled closer to him then turned around and straddled his lap, shivering when his arm wrapped around you and pulled you tight against his chest. The feeling of his chest against your back had your heart beating a million miles an hour. 
Being so close to him like this just did something to your brain. Even though you knew he was about to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after, it was so much different than when he did that from behind, or on his knees with you on your back. 
Having that skin on skin body contact was exhilarating. It was like dopamine had been released in a flood, like an instant rush of happiness and comfort. 
Harry felt the same. Your soft back against his chest had his heart pounding and he was panting for a reason completely different than the pleasure your mouth just gave him. 
“Put me in, baby. Show me how good you can take m’cock” he whispered in your ear. His palm sliding up your belly and sternum to wrap around your throat while the other pressed to your lower stomach, keeping you pinned to him. 
With the balance of his body and grip, you were able to get up on your feet, bent at the knees and better able to bounce on him than if you were straddling him. The feeling of his hand around your neck had you whimpering, his hand bare of rings but strong and rough. 
His fingers dug on either side of your esophagus, rubbing, caressing little circles and lines up and down to stimulate and block the air flow. It was severely distracting but you managed to guide the tip of his cock to your entrance until you were able to slide down so his tip was inside. 
“God you’re so fucking wet baby” he groaned, lips brushing against your ear. “This all from touching yourself?”
He already knew the answer, but he felt like hearing yours. You were a cock slut through and through and he knew that every time you sucked him off you were dripping between those pretty legs of yours. 
“N-no” you whined, dropping lower onto his cock. You went slow, the lack of prep making the stretch near impossible. He’d fit, just like he always did. But you were never quite prepared for just how big he was… how thick and long he was. 
Sometimes when he fucked you especially deep, you thought he was touching your fucking brain. 
“No?” He chuckled, bucking his hips up to fuck his length all the way into you. You cried out and he grunted in your ear, flexing his hand around your neck. God, there was nothing on planet earth quite like your pussy. 
“No… was… was wet because of you” you gasped, taking a second to adjust before you started moving slowly, bouncing gently to test the waters. Harry never did this, allowed you to take your time and go at your pace, it was always his. 
But you knew it was only because he wanted you to respond to him, and you couldn’t do that when he was fucking the air out of your lungs. You also knew there was a finite time before he took control. 
“Oh I know honey” he cooed, then his hand grabbed your hip and started forcing you to go harder. You gurgled out a moan, bouncing on the balls of your feet and using Harry’s chest for balance. “You’re just a fucking cock slut, darling and you know it. Get so fucking wet with my dick in your mouth, maybe that should be your job from now on?”
His palm landed on your cunt, spanking right over your clit so pain rippled through your belly. You screamed and arched your back against him, one hand reaching behind your head to grab the back of his neck while the other gripped dug into his hand on your hip.  
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Being my little whore, being full of my cum every damn day?”
You spat out a little moan, a yes and hung your head back onto his shoulder. “T-thought I was more than a-a body to you?” It was a teasing comment, one you almost regretted when he spanked your clit again, this time following it up with fast back and forth strums over your clit. 
It was hot and swollen, but your body responded to it like gasoline to a fire. Your hips moved faster, bouncing harder despite the ache in your knees and feet. With every bounce, every strum at your sensitive bud more and more wetness dripped down onto his cock. 
If you were to be a third person watching this view you knew what you’d see. Your pussy stretched wide over his cock, your cream coating his length and dripping down over his balls. Harry could feel it too, how wet you had made him, the stickiness on his thighs and balls. 
He loved it. He fucking loved being coated in you, being pressed to you, inside you. Harry loved being consumed by you. 
“Oh mama, you are” he cooed, letting go of your neck to grab your hip for support while the other kept stimulating your clit. A ripple of warmth and pleasure spread through your chest at the pet name. That was a new one. “You’re my girl, my gorgeous fucking girl. Care for you so much sweetheart, have no idea how much I care f’you”
Somehow his kind, loving words turned you on more than when he called you a whore. 
“Harry…” you sighed, feeling your orgasm start to flutter and build through your core. 
“But you’re still a whore, my whore.” He kissed your cheek, then your neck before his lips pressed to your ear again. “That’s why you take my cock so well… that’s why you drain my balls and take my cum so well. Because you’re mine darling, and one day your belly’s gonna be full of my kids, our kids” 
You moaned louder, whined higher. Your legs shook in pain and at the built-up pressure of your impending orgasm. It was looming over you, and you just hoped Harry would give it to you. 
Any time he spoke about getting you pregnant it was like your body convulsed, your brain getting the most satisfying itch. It was dirty? And wrong, god it was so wrong. 
Here you were, fucking your best friend’s dad in his bed, in her house while the thought of getting pregnant with his child turned you on. It was fucking sick that’s what it was, yet the fact that it was so wrong made it feel so much better. .
Dirty little secrets always felt so satisfying to give into. 
He pressed his hand to your stomach, right over your womb where his cock was bulging out. “Can you feel it? Feel my cock deep in your womb, darling. Right here where my cum is gonna fill you up and get you fucking pregnant”
“Yes… Yes!” you cried, “please… god, please. Let me cum” 
“That’s not my name mama” he laughed, widening his legs and pressing his feet flat on the bed so he had the proper leverage to fuck up into you. “Say it, say my fucking name while you cum for me”
His hand holding your hip moved upwards and firmly grabbed your face, forcing it to the side so he could watch you. “Say it” he spat, staring deep in your eyes as your mouths brushed against each other, noses bumping with how close they were. The moment he started thrusting up into you, you exploded.
Your fingers dug harder into the back of his neck as you whined into his mouth, your body shaking as waves and waves of pleasure rolled over you. 
“Harry… Harry… oh fuck me… Harry” you babbled and babbled as you came. But then he didn’t stop, and your babbling turned into protests, into whines and cries of overstimulation.
“Harry…”
“Come on mama, go again for me. Milk me of my fucking cum” he grunted, pressing his mouth against yours as he continued fucking you hard and strumming his fingers over your clit. 
He knew how to make you squirt and right now that was his top priority. Fuck you fast, didn’t matter how hard, just fast and at the same time flick at your clit, also fast. For you, it couldn’t be slow and a nice gentle build-up didn’t do it for you. You needed to be pleasured properly, and Harry knew exactly how to do that. 
You couldn’t even think or speak or move. All you could do was sit there whining and let Harry fuck and touch you until your orgasm was building again. But you knew what he was trying to do, and he was achieving it easily and with little effort. 
“Can feel you squeezing on me darling, gonna cum again aren’t you?” he panted, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you nodded. 
“Uhuh, gonna… gonna” you couldn’t finish your sentence. But you didn’t need to… because Harry already knew.
“Me too mama, gonna fill you up so fucking good” he moaned, feeling his core tighten while his orgasm built. His balls grew tight and he felt like he could explode at any minute, but he held off until he felt your pussy clench around him so tight he couldn’t breathe. The moment you let go, the very moment you screamed out his name and sprays of squirt covered his fingers he came inside you.
His hips stilled but his fingers never stopped, drawing you through your orgasm and getting as much liquid out of you as he possible could. He did this all while panting into your mouth, moaning and whimpering as he filled you to the very brim with his cum.
The warmth of his release was always your favourite, especially when the stimulation stopped altogether and you just sat or laid there and tried to catch your breath. 
He stayed inside of you, but he held you close, wrapping his arms around you like a blanket. He kissed you and leant his forehead against yours, wanting to feel your lips but being unable to catch his breath at the same time.
“God… you were so good for me mama” he sighed, unsure what your reaction would be now that he called you that during your aftercare and not just in your dirty talk.
He didn’t know where it came from to be honest. It could’ve been the fantasy of you being swollen and pregnant, or his brain turning his dreams of you being the mother to his future child into something more tangible. But he liked it. 
It rolled off the tongue, and he especially liked the way you clenched around him when he used it.
“I like that” you sighed, smiling as you cupped his face and kissed him. 
“Yeah? Me too… rolls of the tongue nicely” he smiled, chuckling and kissing you back. 
“Mhmm” you agreed, patting his hands that were resting on your stomach and hips. “Help me off, H”
He did so without hesitation, gently lifting you off his softened cock and helping you lay beside him on the bed. You whimpered a little at the loss and the sudden wetness of his cum now dripping down your ass, but you were quickly distracted when Harry rolled onto his side to face you and kissed you again.
His fingers dipped down, gently tracing over your crease and collecting some of his release before guiding it to your mouth. “Open, darling” 
Now it was your turn to act without hesitation, and you did. Your mouth opened and you welcomed his fingers into it, moaning at his taste and making sure to grab onto his hand and suck it clean. 
"Good girl, angel"
Harry watched you intently, pressing himself to your body and feeling his eyes grow heavy with desire again. He was going to eat you out sometime today he decided, and he was gonna spit your arousal right onto your tongue and make you taste it. 
As you went to open your mouth and request a shower, your stomach rumbled loudly. It was a lot more violent than before and almost growling at you. You let out a little ‘ugh’ of embarrassment and covered your face with your hands, hating how your hunger had yet again ruined the moment.
“Still hungry I see” Harry laughed, unable to resist kissing your rumbling belly as you groaned and attempted to shove his head away. The mood lightened significantly and he laughed again at your playfulness while pulling you closer, this time resting his head on your stomach.
“Don’t tease! You fucked all the energy out of me” you whined, finally uncovering your face to run your fingers through his sweaty hair. 
You liked this part… no, loved this part. The part where you two had all the time in the world to just lay there together after sex. There were no time restrictions, or Darcy waiting somewhere for you two. It was just you two, like a little bubble where you could do whatever you wanted.
“It’s cute… also reminds me how bad of a host I am. Fucked you before I even filled your belly, not very hospitable of me…” he took a pause before continuing like he was thinking of the joke and unsure if it would land. “Although, I guess I did fill you up in a different way” 
“Fuck off” you laughed, pushing his forehead a little and making him laugh again in reply. “So what did you actually make, never got an answer before”
“One of your favourites” he admitted proudly, resting his chin on your stomach so he could look at you. “Herb and lemon crispy tofu with that feta salad you like. Thought it would be a nice light lunch before dinner” 
You smiled widely at the dish. It really was one of your favourites… lemony and garlicy and ugh, just so delicious! You should’ve known what it was based off the smell of the house. 
“Not boring at all… you really are trying to impress me, H. Thank you” you teased, smiling gratefully as you met him halfway for another kiss. 
"Come on then, mama. Time to shower”
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Hi lovely i absolutely adore your work! Could i please request a charles x actress!reader fic where charles hard launches their relationship after someone flirts with reader? (i hope this makes sense 😭😭) thank you!!🩷🩷
all mine 🪩
pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader
type: instagram imagine, social media au
notes: tysm for requesting this, anon! i hope you like this hehe fc is hailee steinfeld! and yes ur request makes sense <3 lmk what u guys think!
about: during your first paddock appearance, charles gets wind of someone else being a little too friendly with you.
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yourusername Finally watching my favorite sport live! Props to the F1 paddock club for the banging champagne 🥂
f1thusiast crazy publicity for the team she's going to be supporting
forzacharles didn't she say shes a merc and ferrari fan? ynoscars Yeah but she's apparently visiting different teams and not just those two
ynlover ATE EVERYONE UP! HAVE FUN QUEEN
spiderverses the main attraction everyone's talking about her
ferrariyn Y/N twt in flames there's too many content so much people are trying to interview her 😭
mercedesamgf1 Thank you for the visit, Y/N! We loved showing you around 🤍
scuderiaferrari Looking forward to your garage tour here at Ferrari ❤️
leclercsyn give me a y/n and charles interaction and then ill forgive you guys for all your slip ups
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charles_leclerc My love's first grand prix and paddock appearance today and I couldn't be happier. To my biggest fan, best believe I'd never miss a chance to brag about you — and I'm over the moon that I get to start today.
Almost two years together and I'd honestly say that seeing you in the paddock has been something I've been looking forward to ever since. Je t'aime, à l'écran et dans la vraie vie, que tu sois à côté de moi ou loin. I love you, on-screen and in real life, whether you're beside me or far away.
carlossainz55 I knew you'd skip the soft launch and do it your way 🤣
pierregasly I will send you that clip every day lol
mercrbr THIS IS SO FUNNY
yourusername What a shame you weren't at the garage when I toured it 😣
charles_leclerc We'll visit it again later :)
scuderiaferrari Love is in the air indeed! ❤️
landonorris Bro don't be mad but she visited us earlier... afraid you'll quote me on Twitter too 🤣
forzasainzz they will never live this down lmao
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yourusername P1 today! Was on the edge of my seat the whole time, but my faith on you never wavered. Truly the happiest when I watch you in your element 🏎️ Couldn't resist not taking the first picture when you showed up on screen.
Love you to bits, my world champ :) Cat's outta the bag now I guess, no more hiding how crazy I am for this man in red (lol)
zendaya Finally!
leclercsyn this is like a dream come true for me
charlieferrari QUEEN SUPPORTING THE KING THATS RIGHT
landonorris Charles just can't stop smiling
charles_leclerc ... Get out
taystan power couple! we love to see it ❤️
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notes: lmk if anyone wants to be a part of my taglist! as usual this took surprisingly long for me to make lolol requests for charles are open <3 lmk what u guys think!
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‘ Blurry, Tired Eyes ’
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A Drunk! Megumi Fushiguro x Male! Reader | SMUT |
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A/N ; Yooooo, ngl, I’m running on zero right now yet I’m still doing this shit so sorry in advance. I don’t know how I honestly found the strength in me. It’s currently two in the morning and my ass is still up. Wide awake. So, I decided I was going to make this and finish it anyway. While staying up the entire night. Ain’t that fun? Anyway, here’s some random guilty pleasure prompt and peep the contents below.
Contents ; Masturbation, inexperienced reader, groping, drunk sex, praise, and daddy issues.
Dynamic ; Best Friends To Lovers
Sexual Dynamic ; Sub!Male!Reader | Dom!Megumi
P.O.V ; Second
Age range ; 18+ 21+
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To be honest, you weren’t expecting this many people to show up after announcing the birthday party for Fushiguro. But, here you were, faced with an impending crowd all shoved up against one another, grinding and doing every inexplicable thing as they danced. I guess it’s what you get for entrusting Satoru with the planning.
This was the worst. You hated these types of celebrations and you knew Megumi hated them too. It didn’t help that you happened to be claustrophobic and everybody was sweating. Your face scrunched up, grossed out by the smell of liquor and onions. This was pure puke bait.
“And why the fuck does everybody have to be a whore?” You complained out loud before realizing you did so and watched a bunch of heads turn to look in your direction. That was not supposed to be said out-loud.
You took that as your cue to use your technique to disappear into the shadows and escape out of the situation by traveling to another place in the building. Although, it was extremely straining and gave you a headache once you made it into one of the hallways. Time to look for the birthday boy you’ve been trying to find all day.
Gazing up at the pictures that were hanging about, you looked over a couple that had your peers, hovering over to the stoic frowning Fushiguro who bore his eyes directly into the camera in the photo.
A small smile crossed your face, laughing a little at the memory of Itadori harassing the ravenette until he snapped just before it. Those two were always bickering back and forth, never giving each other a break, not once. It was entertaining to watch them chase each other around. Sometimes, joining in on it when it got out of hand. But, it was usually to hold Megumi back from killing the dumb guy.
You weren’t going to lie to yourself, maybe you also helped because you felt left out. The twinges of jealousy when Yuuji would get too close to his face or he’d get in a position with him that looked risqué. Either way, it formed a knot in your throat and you couldn’t help including yourself.
But, that couldn’t mean much. You figured it was because you were overprotective that this feeling frequently came to mind. Megumi had been your exclusive best friend for a couple of years by now. That had to be normal.
A part of you knew that there was more to it than what you were acknowledging. Though, you didn’t want to elaborate on it. There was no point in figuring something like that out if you hadn’t even crossed the flirting stage. And you didn’t know if he was interested in men.
The noise of an object thudding on the ground in the nearby room knocked you out of your mind ramble, causing you to jump in surprise before narrowing your (E/C) eyes at the door. You could sense it wasn’t a curse so that was good. That didn’t mean you were any less curious about who it was.
As you walked toward it, you could hear sounds from the other side getting clearer and clearer. And they didn’t sound innocent. It was groaning and huffing, desperate too. But, not just from anyone, no. This was the familiar voice of the boy you were thinking about a second ago.
Like a hypocrite, your heart felt like it was about to break. ‘He couldn’t be hooking up with somebody, right?’ you worriedly asked in thought, a wave of emotions washing over you before another loud moan muffled through the wooden door.
There was no way you were going to stop yourself from figuring it out after that. Apologizing to Megumi under your breath, you reached for the door knob and opened it to something you never expected to see instead.
The raven-haired male was completely naked from head to toe, leaning over a trash can with his left hand placed on the wall while the other was rubbing up and down his shaft.
His hair was drenched with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead, and his chest glistened in the lamp light. There were veins popping from his arms, neck, and most of all, his dick. His thumb focusing on his tip every couple of pumps as he mumbled out questions, “Fuck, why do I have to get so hard? Why won’t it go away?”
‘Jesus, fucking, Christ,’ was the only thing you could think. You were watching your best friend touch himself, bare. And it wasn’t taking you much before you were struggling right alongside him. The front of your pants tightening and a bulge poking through the fabric.
He noticed your presence once he adjusted to fucking his hand and took a minute to process, his dark blue eyes slowly widening as he stared back at you. You didn’t say anything, choked up by anxiety. Leaving the two of you to stand in silence, waiting for either one of you to break it.
Megumi covered himself with the sweater resting on the desk near him, eventually speaking up while trying to shake off the shock of being caught, “How long have you been standing there?” A red hue spread across both yours and his cheeks as you struggled to make eye contact. How come he had the ability to be so direct even during something like this? It was a quality that you liked, regardless.
You answered him in a quiet voice, “It’s been a couple of minutes…” Lowering your head out of embarrassment but not looking away entirely. You had just enough access to see what he was doing. And in that peripheral vision, you saw his attention flicker downwards.
Quickly, you hid your hard-on with your hands. Although, Megumi knew exactly what that gesture meant so it wasn’t successful. You could tell from the way his eyebrows switched from furrowed to raised like he was surprised. Then how more silence followed.
Not a single chance in hell were you going to look directly at him again, not when he was staring you down like this. You were hoping, praying to god that he wouldn’t point fingers despite not believing in that which meant you knew you were screwed. Was your friendship finally going to end here? What did this mean for the rest of the friends that are connected to you both? Panic was settling in the more he let you stand there.
“Can you close the door? I want to talk to you,” he asked bluntly after what felt like forever and honestly, that made your fear worse. “Please don’t say we can’t be friends because of this,” you interjected before he said anything else and closed the door like he suggested.
Fushiguro laughed through his nose and grumbled as if he was offended that you thought that, “Why would I want to end our friendship because you caught me jerking off, [F/N]?” Hearing him say it so casual made you get the comfortability to look at him again, seeing that he was picking up his clothes and acting like nothing happened.
He let you watch him get dressed, his back facing you the entire time, but you got the whole show. How he snapped his boxers around his waist, the indents in his back as well as the scars, and how his hair sprung back up into the spiky hairstyle he loved to style it in after he pulled his shirt over his head. You didn’t mean to stare, but it was really hard not to when you secretly admitted the feelings you have to yourself. And you just saw him masturbating. You saw his…
Not trying to finish that sentence in your head, you moved on by walking over to an outlet in what appeared to be an old classroom and kneeled down next to it to plug in the charger you brought. Thank god, you have an excuse now.
Awkwardly snapping it inside of the lightning port of your phone, you left it resting on a windowsill and turned to face Megumi. He was back in the outfit you had given him for his birthday. A cerulean sleeveless top with black Nike sweatpants. It was simple, yet he made it look like gold.
“Are you going to answer or are you going to keep checking me out?” He tilted his head, those wolf-shaped eyes of his burrowing into yours and making you unable to pry them away.
Your breath caught in your throat and all at once, thoughts became jumbled and you couldn’t figure out a thing to respond with. He was acting so careless just a second ago but now, he was flat out telling you that he knew what you were doing. What was going on?
Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to tell me. It’s obvious you liked what you saw. Your dick’s been rock solid this whole time.” He nodded his head toward your lower half, causing you to choke on your spit, and sputter, “What? No! No! I’m just drunk…” You struggled to breathe and had to hit your chest to help yourself. Hopefully, this excuse will hold up.
But, it didn’t. The ravenette began to walk towards you, his abyssal blue orbs never leaving yours once while you froze there. Until he was right in front of your face and glancing at your lips. “That’s convenient. I’m a little tipsy myself…” he said softly, looking back up through his long eyelashes.
God, he was so beautiful. You were beginning to fall for his tricks already. But, you didn’t care about how fast you went for it, you cared about the fact he was showing interest.
The pretty boy pushed forward, his hands placing themselves on either side of your head as his nose connected with yours. Your breathing escalated. This was happening. It was happening. He was going to kiss you.
Your eyelids fluttered shut while both of your lips locked with one another. His lips softer than a cloud and the pressure enough to relieve the tension in you. You had been waiting for this for so long. The tugging between his mouth and yours. When his teeth pressed into your bottom lip or how his lashes brushed against your skin. He tasted like Sake and somewhat bitterly sweet like dark caramel. It was worth every ounce of waiting. Every bit.
His hair brushed with yours and the palm of his hand reached up to cup your cheek, moving it to the back of your neck over time. At some point, he needed to pull away for air and as he did, the two of you were back to locking eyes.
The way Megumi was staring at you gave you chills. It was like pure lust clouded over his expression. He was giving you that ‘fuck me’ look so obviously that it made your knees slightly buckle. To follow up with that, he went straight to the point by sliding down one of his hands to your bulge and groping it. His voice smooth like whiskey when adding, “Can I take these off?”
You melted like butter in his hands, instinctively bucking your hips into him and groaning with a nod. It was crazy how bad you wanted this. The damp spot of pre-cum on your boxers getting bigger and bigger the evidence of that.
Fushiguro unbuttoned and unzipped your pants easily, hooking his fingers in the loops to pull them down to your knees. He kissed your cheek and the side of your jaw while continuing down with them until he was at your neck, searching for a secret sweet spot.
Moans cascaded out of you bit by bit during his exploration, getting sharper around an area he kept brushing past. When he figured out where it was, he suckled on the skin and abused it enough to where a huge hickey rested there. He got your boxers off as well and the moment his fingers touched you, your hand grabbed his wrist and tightened.
“Fuck! Wait! I haven’t done this with anybody else before! This is a lot to take in,” you exclaimed, panting and looking down at the sight of your naked bottom half right next to his covered hard one. Sort of wishing that he didn’t put his clothes back on.
Megumi didn’t seem to be phased by that. Instead, he figured out what you were looking at and got to stripping them off too. Once he was in nothing, he gave a soft smile and reassured, “It’s okay, [F/N]. You can trust me with this. I just… I really need to do this with you.” It worked and made you relax your muscles, getting closer to him unconsciously.
Then he leaned forward and pressed his tip against yours, wrapping his big, rough hand around them before spitting on it. Pumping it up and down, matching the pace he was going for himself earlier, and using the same hand now that you mentioned it. Your head rested back into the wall as you grunted out what you were thinking impulsively, “Fuck, daddy.!” You weren’t trying to say it, you just did. Outing a kink to him that you swore no one would hear a single peep about. That was what you get for attempting something slightly not-safe-for-work with a guy you’ve had freaky dreams about.
You scanned his face for any small detail of him feeling disgusted, weirded out, all of the above; you found none of that. Rather, he was seemingly in awe from how his mouth parted. It shifted into him giving a small smirk, letting out the most sexually frustrated voice you’ve heard yet in a whisper, “Keep calling me that… And don’t you ever fucking stop.”
Shuddering, you were letting more and more noises go that you didn’t know you could make and he was savoring every single one. Moaning along with you, fucking his cock against yours, and smearing his pre-cum over the both of you like it was lube.
The sorcerer got impatient. He needed something better than this. He knew what he wanted, the idea felt so right to him, he couldn’t suppress the urge to. You were right there, perfectly laid out.
Fushiguro guided himself down, using one of his hands to grab your thigh and move you to the desk. You placed both of your palms behind you to support yourself, just as ready as he was, maybe even more. With a rush of dopamine, you got the courage to dirty talk back, “Please… I want you… Daddy.” The nickname was hesitated on, but that was because this was all so new to you. How could he be so comfortable with this?
As low as it was, Megumi was pleased with the request and bit his lip at the sight of you spreading your legs below him. He never would’ve thought he would get you like this and fuck, he wasn’t complaining. Hell, he felt lucky.
He positioned himself against you, but teased by rubbing in circles. Making sure that you were wet enough for him to slide in with no issue. That proved helpful as his dick inched inside soon after, easing all of it until he could feel himself so deep that it was close to your stomach. You were gripping onto his arms, one on his bicep, the other on his forearm. Squeezing harder than you ever had.
It hurt so fucking bad. Like he was ripping you apart and forcing your body to succumb to him. Tears brimmed your eyes and he noticed it, stopping and keeping himself there so you could adjust. ‘Fuck’, he mentally cursed to himself, ‘It’s his first… I’m his first.’ A part of him got excited repeating that, proud of it. “Shit, sorry… I’m sorry, baby… Tell me when you’re okay…” Megumi rambled while placing a tiny kiss on your lips to make up for the pain. Never fucking a guy had its drawbacks.
Eventually, you got used to the fullness and it eased away into the pleasure you’ve heard so many things about. You gave him the go by nodding and tightened your grip to get yourself ready. A shocked gasp jumped out when he did the first thrust. It felt amazing. Too amazing.
You begged for more, “Please, faster. I want it. I want you to destroy me…” Losing yourself to the feeling of his huge dick fucking in and out of you, your cries got louder and desperate. Especially when his hand went to wrapping around your shaft to stimulate you even further. The pumping, the ramming, and his growls from his own enjoyment with your body all crashed down onto you.
Your edge was nearing, rushing at you with full speed, and coming closer by the minute as Megumi buried himself to where you could feel his tip poking out of your stomach. You cried out in pleasure, “Gumi! Fuck! You’re too deep…!” Arching your back and rolling your eyes, your dick started to twitch.
He chuckled and went faster with his hand, pumping the cum out of you basically and letting it explode onto your chest. It covered the majority of your lower half and dripped down as he continued to ram you into the desk. More sputtering out while he was fucking the high out of you. Your eyes were lazily closing, your mind becoming numb and dumb from the overstimulation.
Moans were blending together as your body threw a fit, digging your nails into any skin you could. He held you tightly there so you wouldn’t escape, doing you so hard now that it was sounding like everything was going to collapse underneath you.
Fushiguro praised you throughout this as an apology, “God, you feel so good… I can feel you holding me there inside… Like you want me to fucking breed you, [Y/N]..!”
That sent another orgasm over you and caused your cum to spill everywhere again, your legs sticky with it at this point. But, he kept going. He was so close. Right there.
The raven-haired man clawed at the edges of the desk when he was reaching cloud nine, thrusting in hard and passionate. He made sure to fuck his seed inside of you until it was like you were being bred by him. You knew you couldn’t conceive, but it sure as hell would be the case if you could. His muscles stopped tensing the moment he was done and he let out a satisfied sigh that was rare to hear, “If I knew sex with you was going to be that good, I would’ve made you my boyfriend sooner.”
With a peck on the forehead, he pulled out of you and let you catch your breath. ‘Boyfriend? He called me his boyfriend?’ that was all that could repeat in your mind as he walked over to where your clothes were scattered to clean. When everything was put away and he wiped up most of what he could off of the both of you, Megumi decided to have you come home with him. Walking out of the classroom together, he excitedly chimed, “Thanks for the birthday present, [F/N]!”
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flamingpudding · 6 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 2 - "Don't worry, I got you."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of death, implied mentions of panic attacks handling, Jason typical profanity
"Don't worry, I got you."
These were the first words Jason could finally hear after what felt like forever. His head was pounding and his vision was still tinted green but slowly he felt like he was gaining control over the rage that had taken over.
He couldn't remember what triggered it, nor what he had done when his vision turned green. All he remembers was that he had been out on Patrol before he heard a scream. But now he could feel two hands resting on his shoulder. A young voice resounded in his ears, telling him to breathe in deeply, hold it and then breathe out. He remembers this exercise, B had made sure they all knew this one, so that they could help anyone that was working themselves into a panic attack. But he wasn't suffering through one, was he?
Unconsciously his eyes closed, blocking his vision of the still tinted green world.
"That's it. Try to redirect that power, don't let the Mania take hold. Can you feel your core? Try listening for its humming."
What core? What do they mean? Yet despite not knowing what they were talking about Jason tried to follow the direction the voice gave him. He wasn't sure why he was even listening to them, but something in him made the vigilante want to trust them. Redirect the power, they had said. Maybe they meant the Pit Rage? But how? Feeling for his core? Did they mean his heart? Jason could do that, he focused on his heart beat, tried to sense how it beat rhythmically in his chest and heard the blood rushing in his veins. Now that he listened there was a humming next to his heartbeat. Was this what they meant? Probably.
"Great you found your core, focus on it. Store that power in there for now."
Nodding slightly Jason tried to do what they said. Whatever this core was, he imaged it like a box and then mentally stuffed all that Pit Rage into it. Every bit of rage and madness the Pit made him feel, everything. He pushed it all into the box he imagined as that core and once it was all in there he decided to go a step further. His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined closing the lit of the box and putting a big fat lock on it. Like the one B put on his weapon storage after he raided it 5 times in a row when he had run out of grenades to throw at drug dealers and other scum lurking in his territory.
"Hey! Hey! Don't overdo it! Your core is still tiny! To much power und you will be in big trouble if it bursts the next time!"
His eyes snapped open. The first thing he noticed was his version was no longer tinted green. The second thing he noticed was the kid floating with no legs before him. Lazarus Green eyes coupled with snow white hair stared concerned yet relieved back at him.
"What the fuck-"
"Great! You're back to your senses!" The kid cut him of grinning at him and Jason was just confused and also surprised at himself. He did not feel anymore rage or a need for violence but instead his mind for once felt calm and a whole lot Pit free. Though there was the confusion of WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT KID?
"I honestly didn't expect to find another Halfa when I was contacted by Pandora to look into something. But Clockwork did mention something before, that I should look out for his Granddaughters fan that lives in Gotham and wears a red helmet. Didn't think I would meet you this soon though or like that. I haven't even greeted Lady Gotham yet. I was just on my way to the center of her haunt when I got these real disturbing feelings and bam you appeared out of nowhere attacking and I was forced-"
He cut the kids rambling off by rudely shoving his hand over the kids mouth to make the boy stop talking. "Shut up for a second there kid and let me catch up. You just dumped a lot of info there."
The kid had the nerve to sheepishly rub the back of his neck as he floated backwards a little, away from his hand that was covering his mouth. "Sorry, I got excited there. I think this must have been how the fruitloop had felt at first before things went to shit, when he found out I was a Halfa too. It's just kind of exciting, you know? There aren't a lot of us."
"The fuck you mean Halfa?" He questioned and mentally thanked his self from a couple hours ago for choosing to go on patrol with his trusted helmet instead of listening to his brother to use just a mask because of the head. This way the kid was not able to see his facial expression escaping him with all the info bombs the kid kept dropping.
"Half death, half alive. Well more like Half Ghost, Half human but details." The kid shrugged and Jason really wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose right now through his helmet.
"Last I checked I appear to be pretty alive, kid." He would know if he weren't or at least he hoped he would know, somehow.
"Well duh. That's the half alive part. The half death part is your second form, have you not managed to transform yet? I mean your core is tiny but that shouldn't matter to much. You did die and then come back alive with the balance sort of regulated by a big amount of ectoplasm, right? Though I have to say that the ectoplasm in your system is very unusual. It's so different from what I feel from Dani, Dan or even the fruitloop. I probably should drag you to Frostbite as soon as possible but there are no portals here so I would have to drag you either to my home or Wisconsin first, or maybe find a natural portal but that's harder than just taking you to one of the permanent open ones. Speaking of Dani and Dan, they gotta be excited to hear that there is another Halfa in our age range that's not related via cloning or time shenanigans! That's gotta be so fun and we can show-"
"Kid, you're rambling again." Jason cut in suppressing a sigh. Cloning? Time shenanigans? What the fuck was he getting into by associating with this kid? "Did anyone ever tell you that you are bad at explaining?"
"My friends and older sister." The kid answered with no delay, like he had been asked that same question before. "Also I am 20."
Jason wished the kid could see how he arched an eyebrow under his helmet. He could have tricked him if he didn't look like a 14 years old. The kid appeared to sense it anyway as they huffed and pouted his way. "I swear I am! My Ghost form is just stuck at looking like the age I died at! I haven't figured out how to manipulate my ectoplasm to make my ghost self look older yet! I swear Dan has been holding this over me for years now!"
"Sure kid, let's just get back to that Halfa thing and what that means for me." Jason didn't know what exactly the kid was nor what the kid meant by Jason apparently being also an Halfa -was it?-, which meant the kid was one in the first place. "By the way, who are you?"
"Oh right! I am Danny Phantom! Nice to meet you Red Hood! And pleases stop calling me a kid! I swear I am not anymore!" Well that was at least a step forward. Now Jason just had to figure out how to get the information he really needed from the kid, Danny, without listening to excessive rambling as well as how to explain just all of this to Bruce and the rest of his siblings. He can already hear them freaking out about it.
No wait, he actually could hear them freak out right now. Oh shit! His coms were on, weren't they? Wait did Dickwing just say ETA 5? And B just said ETA 3! Shit, fuck, damit! His family were on the way and he was not sure if the Halfa Kid, or whatever, would run at the site of them. B would probably scare the shit out of the kid just to get answers.
Well at least, the good thing so far was that the Pit was quiet now and the kid could apparently help him control it and the Pit Rage better.
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milkyst4rs · 11 months
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BF headcannons
Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao, Zhongli x GN reader
Fluffy floof☁️
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Diluc
Though some might think otherwise, dating Diluc is SO FUN.
I feel like Diluc would like to tease his s/o a little? He wants to see you all smitten and flustered ya know?
Will get you tiny trinkets that reminds him of you. Bro doesn't care about the price ofc, he loves your reactions to his tiny gifts.
Diluc prefers to be the big spoon but won't mind if you wanna hug him too.
When y'all are in bed, he is the type to sling his large leg over yours so you can't go anywhere while y'all sleep.
Gets SOOOO happy when you come visit him at the tavern (he doesn't show his excitement tho cause he though like that💯🔥)
Is the biggest softie for you behind closed doors. He's just a little shy outside, don't worry.
Kaeya
SUCH a tease oml. He always does his "oh?~😏" whenever you speak.
He doesn't care if you both are in public or not, he will always try to make you flustered somehow.
Loves kissing you. Your soft lips on his just makes his heart go KDNDHDKWKHDISOW
Like Diluc, he also prefers to hold you while you both are sleeping. But he won't argue if you want to be the big spoon.
I feel like Kaeya is a light sleeper, so if he has trouble falling asleep he'll just admire your pretty face till he does close his eyes.
He loves tracing your features leaving small pecks afterward.
He knows he can trust you so he seeks you out for comfort when he is feeling down :(
Immediately feels 100% better after being in your embrace tho.
Scaramouche
Mega-tsundere 1000. Boss level.
Absolutely loves holding your hand. (Secretly though ofc)
Scaramouche is a big mean guy so he doesn't have time for romance!😡 (Except, he is extremely touch-starved so please PLEASE hug him)
Both of you are honestly shocked that you are still in the relationship and are loyal to him.
He slowly realises that you genuinely love him and are not trying to betray him or hurt him in anyway, so he warms up to you.
Likes kissing your forehead. Whenever he sees you, you are going to have a peck on the forehead 100%.
He finally can feel some form of happiness with you.
Xiao
Mega-tsundere 1000 boss level #2.
MY MAN IS SOOOO SHY
He probably has never gotten intimate with anyone ever before so he is a nervous wreck. Which leads to him panicking and resorting to throwing insults at you.
Obviously he doesn't mean it, he just doesn't know what to say when you kiss his cheek! You know he means well, so the "you have no respect for the adepti" insult goes in one ear and out the other.
Eventually warms up to you and tries to be romantic by bringing you flowers and such,(with the help of hu tao and friends^^).
Likes to watch the sunset with you on the roof of Wangshu Inn. His hand always finds its way to intertwine with yours.
He probably doesn't sleep so he keeps watch and makes sure you are safe irl and in dreamland.
Zhongli
Zhongli...what a gentleman.
Boyfriend material ON PAPER‼️
Helps carry your bags, showers with you, reads with you. He just loves being by your side.
He can sense that you truly love him so he lets himself go and his walls crumble for you.
Most people would be bored of Zhonglis constant talking, but not you no sir. He appreciates that you genuinely listen and add in your own sentences in his story telling.
Loves to pamper you!!!!! Making you delicious tea, date nights, skin care routines, you name it.
Both of you are probably named 'Liyue's #1 power couple' by locals who often see the two of you hand in hand walking by the pier.
His kisses are always soft and gentle, each one reminding you of how much he adores you and loves you <3
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