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the-kr8tor · 3 months

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Cowboy hobie request you say? How about we say yes. We both need a cowboy hobie with a new reader to the town/community and him helping them out 💳💥

Cowboy hobie also definitely has a fully black gorgeous horse

*squeals* cowboy! Hobie!!! Thank you for requesting 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), cowboy AU, Western AU, crush at first sight for the reader. FLUFF.

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The sun bares down on you, The air is thicker, humid, almost choking you whenever you step outside. Heavy luggages waits for you out in your new lawn, a good twelve feet away from your front door. Maybe you should've paid extra for the movers to help you.

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you heave a bag in your arms, the contents clinking together as you lift it up. You could do with some help right about now.

“Need help?”

As if some sort of divine intervention, a deep voice asks behind you, an unmistakable whinny of a horse echoes out in the barren space. At first you thought it would be an outlaw after your stuff but the genuine concern in the stranger's voice fills you with ease.

Turning around, you're greeted by a large black stallion, its silver saddle glinting in the sun, the horse's coat shining like black pearls. Flicking your eyes upwards, you see a leather clad cowboy, his eyes hidden behind the brim of his cherry red ten-gallon hat. The smile on his face makes you want to take his offer.

“You got sand in your ears?” he continued, grimacing when his choice of wording was a bit too harsh for a stranger.

“D’you need my help?” he asks softer and kinder this time. Maybe he should go out more often, his social skills are shot like a bottle in a shooting range.

“I–” you look back at the numerous bags at your feet. “I don't know– I mean thank you but I can handle it.” Based on his accent, he's not from this side of the world, someone who wanted a fresh start, just like you.

You've got a good reason to be apprehensive, you're situated in the middle of nowhere, if this man is actually an outlaw then there's no one who would come to your rescue, with only the buffaloes as your witness. Despite his handsome smile, you see his six shooter strapped on his belt, the sight alone makes you nervous to accept his help.

“That's bare of bags.” With one swift movement, he gets off his horse, spurs clinking, boots thudding on the dusty ground. He takes off his hat to properly greet you.

Saying he's handsome is an understatement. His face is chiseled, a jaw that can cut a rock, irises as green as the grass and the finest jade. Silver piercings and studs add an edge to his handsome face. You can't believe you're ogling a stranger.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” he gestures around the empty space with your little farm situated in the middle of nothing but grass and dirt. “Name's Hobie, Hobie Brown”

Hobie, you test his name in your mind, repeating it so you could memorize it. “Mr. Brown, I–”

“Just Hobie's fine.” He chuckles, mindlessly twirling the hat in his gloved hands.

“Hobie, what exactly did you say about the neighborhood? Or the lack of it” you look around the field.

“I live down over there.” he points to the left, you follow it with your eyes, squinting, you see a black dot in the distance. You guess that's his house.

“That's incredibly far” you turn back towards him, fixing your hold on the bag.

“Ain't that far with my old boy,” he twists around, patting the horse on his snout. “Right, Velvet?” Velvet shoves Hobie lightly.

You smile as the horse snorts, his exhale hits Hobie right on his face. He pushes Velvet’s face away, the stallion nods like he's laughing after making fun of his rider in front of you.

“I swear this horse,” Hobie shakes his head with a smile. “So now you know me ma’am, may I help you with your bags?”

The bag almost falls from your arms when he calls you ma’am. “Oh you don't need to call me that,” the warmth in your cheeks isn't from the summer sun. “Just Y/N is fine.”

“Y/N” your name rolls off his tongue smoothly. Hobie grins, “I promise I don't bite. Velvet on the other hand.” Said horse whinnies like he's offended by what Hobie said.

“Alright, good sir.” You internally cringe, Hobie laughs, the sound sending butterflies in your stomach. “Y-you can help me with my bags as long as you stay after for some lemonade?” You take your chance with the handsome cowboy.

“Lemonde? I haven't had that in a while.” you think you've made a fool of yourself. “Sure, Let me have this then.” he takes your heavy bag from you, carrying it effortlessly. With his boot, he loops it around the strap of a bag on the floor, kicking it up in the air before catching it in his arm all suave.

Hobie has no idea the effect he has on you.

You're sweating like a sinner in church, blouse sticking to your skin like glue on paper. Maybe you shouldn't have asked him to stay after because you have no idea how to survive the day without melting whenever he smiles at you.

You get a whiff of leather and sandalwood as he passes by. He looks over his shoulder, “You comin'?”

“Y-yes” oh you know you're already smitten.

#request done #cowboy! hobie #cowboy au #western au #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #hobie x reader #fanfic #hobie fluff

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channelinglament · 11 months

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Is it okay if I send this idea. Imagine yandere hsr hearing you singing love songs. Imagine you singing a song like call me maybe. The characters would think you are asking them for their number.

AHAHAHHAH THIS IS GOLD✨️✨️

Since no one specified characters, I'll chose randomly (I actually started spinning the wheel in google lmao-)

- this is a reaction, not a drabble like I attempted ;w;

@2broschlininahotub

Trailblazer(Caelus and Stelle)

(You can think of one or both, I referred as they/them because I wanted you to pick the one you're comfortable with, or both if u want to. I mean, they're the same person-...but I can't help but think of them as twins lmaooo)

╱|、

(˚ˎ 。7

|、˜〵

じしˍ,)ノ

^ this is them.

"Did our Aeon just started singing??"

- they would just stand there and listen

- until they understand this is a romance

- Are you proposing your love for them?🥹

..You're asking for their number?

...💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 (this is Welt's credit card)

- You can get not only their number, but their(Welt's) money aswell!

- Also wdym by "You just met them"..?

- If they somehow manage to hack your phone (50/50 chance) then they'll 100% call you

...10000% call you if they manage actually..

They will not leave you alone afterwards tho..

You love them right?

Dan Heng

- ...

- * blushes and looks away *

- ૮ ˶ᵔ . ᵔ˶ ა

- Would definitely find a way to hack your phone and get your number. Though, probably, by this moment, you'll be at Herta's space station.

- would not question why did you start singing. Actually would ask you to sing more, he absolutely loves it.

..just don't sing it nearby others..

-2/10 would not recommend. Sing only to him. At least only romance songs (or around the trio)

March 7th

- Uwah!♡

- This is so cute!

- Ofcourse you can have her number!

- Would you like to take pictures with her?

- Maybe a date even?????

- *Furiously writes in her diary several pages about your "confession" for her*

/ᐢ⑅ᐢ\ ♡ ₊˚

꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ ♡‧₊˚ ♡

./づ~ :¨·.·¨: ₊˚

`·..·‘ ₊˚ ♡

Please sing it only to her.. just in general

She loves your voice, but

She can't chose, if she wants everyone to hear you, or if your voice should be only to her (or trio)

Silver Wolf

(Yes 2 gifs)

This two gifs is literally what she is doing after hearing what you just sang (while you're still singing-)

- Hacks your phone, takes your number and adds her.

- Even tho Herta froze her game accs...is willing to work with her and that robo-guy to bring you here.

- Doesn't wanna share with Herta and others..so would steal you afterwards

- Say hello to life with Kafka and Blade

- Until others find you..

Gepard

- *Blushing intensifies*

- He would turn into tomato

- His face would be redder than Riddle Rosehearts's hair

- Stutters

- Malfunctions

- But happy

- When you're here, would take you on a date. And give you his number almost immediately.

- Sadly cannot do anything before Herta, SW, Welt and others bring you here.

..He's so angry that he wanst the first one to see you, but at least you're here now

He understands that you need to communicate with others but..

Make sure to pay attention to him

___________________________________________

..Want me to make part 2?

..if yes then what characters? Or should I spin the wheel again?

https://spinthewheel.app/RJM6E2G5Di/link

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reveluving · 4 months

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Hey.

So Simon Riley. Right?

https://x.com/adultdailynsfw/status/1726939800274354687?s=46 This is how sex would go with him.

I have zero doubts

I CAN'T OPEN IT?? IDK IF IT'S JUST ME OR IF IT GOT REMOVED?? WHAT THE FOQ.

PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE SOMETHING SIMILAR TO RESEND BECAUSE I NEED TO SEE THE VISION, DEAR ANON 💳💥💳💥💳💥

(EDIT: I CAN SEE IT AND HOLY FUCK. I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE A THOT HERE AAAAAAA THANKS BABE 💗)

IMAGINE:

Simon being so pussydrunk, he's mindlessly sucking and nipping your neck and shoulders. Like a literal zombie. Groaning each time he's bottoming out inside you. Feeling and hearing the squelches and spurts leaking out of you bit by bit.

He needs to hear you. Squeal. Mewl. Scream.

And whenever you do, you'd turn your head, averting your gaze from his dark, intense ones. He takes it as an opportunity to lick a big stripe up your throat. You'd feel him smirk into your skin.

RAAAAAAAAAAH

Come & check out my COD m.list!

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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Need💳💥that💳💥 jealousy 💥💳 part💥💳 now💥💳(with love)

(with love) ur so cute gjerktej I couldn't resist writing it and I hope you like it ! :)

part of the ymls universe ! read the original here

word count: 862

content warnings: pregnant y/n, baby talk, harry being a himbo idiot

. . .

Y/N isn't quite sure how she ended up in this position.

One minute, the cute barista at her local coffee shop asked her out on a date and slipped her his number. (It was a sweet move, she has to admit, and it made her stomach do a flip in a way that she hasn't felt in awhile... not since she and Harry slept together two months ago or so, but she would never willingly admit that.) The next minute, they're on the date, grabbing dinner at a quaint Italian spot in his part of the city, and it's going... terribly.

It turns out he's some poor excuse for an indie wannabe, only talks about himself, and even tried to get her to have a glass of wine despite Y/N's disclosure that she's pregnant. It's all entirely too uncomfortable, and she can feel her phone vibrating in her pocket nearly every five minutes — the first and second times she checked it with an apology to... whatever his name was, concerned that a friend or family member needed something, only to find that it was just Harry blowing up her phone.

are you there? where did he take you?

if im thinking of the same guy, he's not even that cute, you deserve better

also he better not drink and drive, there's precious cargo to take care of

lmk if you need me to bail you out early

She tries ignoring his constant texts, even considers putting her phone on do not disturb, but she can't tell which is worse — the man sitting across from her that's making painful attempts at conversation, or the father of her baby who is clearly on a jealousy kick right now.

When her date is four glasses of wine in and asks how they'll be splitting the bill, Y/N unofficially decides that Harry isn't the worst part of the night.

With a grimace, she throws some cash down on the table and heads to the bathroom without a goodbye. When she's safely alone in a stall, she takes a deep breath and presses Harry's contact, only for him to pick up after one ring.

"Hey," she greets, trying to hide the way her voice wobbles, "I need you to come pick me up."

"Why? Is everything okay? Is the baby alright?"

She sighs, lifting her hand to run it through her hair. "Yeah, the baby is fine. I just need a ride."

She can hear some shuffling in the background and assumes he's getting ready to leave his place. "Why? Didn't he drive you there?"

"No, I took an Uber and I don't want to spend more money on this poor excuse of a date," she mutters grumpily, "Save your celebrations, I'm not in the mood."

A beat. And then, "I would never celebrate something making you upset, Y/N."

She shrugs, even though she knows he can't see it.

"Whatever. You're right, he wasn't that cute, and he made me split the bill with him and tried to get me to drink."

"What?"

"It's fine, I'm okay," she quickly backtracks with a shake of her head, "Just come get me. Please."

. . .

Harry runs two red lights, cuts off four cars, and imagines multiple different ways he wants to hurt the guy Y/N went out with.

(Realistically, he could never fight anyone, but he does contemplate filing an anonymous complaint with his boss at the coffee shop.)

A 25 minute drive is slimmed down to a 17 minute one thanks to the traffic laws he breaks, and he's prepared to march into the restaurant to find Y/N, but she's already sitting outside. He sighs at the sight of her on the bench, cradling her small bump with her jacket wrapped tightly around her form.

"Why didn't you wait inside for me?" he asks when she opens the passenger side door.

"I just started my second trimester, let me have some independence while I can." she grumbles, slamming the door and buckling herself in.

He's silent at that, putting the car back in drive. He hates that she had a bad night, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat happy things didn't go well. The jealousy threatening to crawl out of him makes him embarrassed, and he knows Y/N would only yell at him if she figured out how he really felt.

The rest of the drive is quiet. He glances over occasionally to make sure she's doing alright, but every time he looks, she's staring out the window and slowly rubbing her bump.

As Harry pulls into a spot outside of her house, she clears her throat.

"Do you... do you wanna come in?" she asks, staring down into her lap, "Not for anything weird but, like... to hang out, or whatever."

He nods, his heart warming slightly. "Yeah. Actually, when you called, I was reading one of those parenting books I got and it said it would be helpful to start singing and talking to the baby so they recognize my voice."

She laughs lightly and resists the urge to tease him. "Okay," she says with a small smile, unbuckling her seatbelt, "You can come in and... sing to my stomach."

He presses his lips together so she doesn't see the grin threatening to appear.

"Thanks, Y/N."

#writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles #ymls concept

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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months

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Since y’all are talking about hot professors. You know what would be a hot AU? Professor! Ghost au.

Now, sometimes a student and professor relationship is bad, buuuuttttt… I have no reason on why it can be good.

Just imagine ghost walking in with a three piece suit on with those slutty man glasses. You know the ones that have the thin metal round frames. He has that deep British accent. Practically everyone wants to fuck him. Not even to get an advantage in the class, they just wanna taste. When you go to office hours for help, you have to hype yourself up. He always calls you “darling”, “love”, or “doll.” When you answer a question right or finally start to understand the material he tells you “good girl.”

This shit has been brewing in my head for MONTHS. I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT OR I’M GONNA GO CRAZY

Also y’all are lucky with your good looking professors😒 I’m jealous lol

I am GNAWING at the BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE aka the prison that is my mind and the fact that we’ll never have this ?? fucking imagine oh my god.

what a crime it is that it’s 3:30 am on a saturday night and I’m laying alone in my bed instead of recovering from getting railed dumb by PROFESSOR RILEY. professor riley?! goodness!

did you see the audio link that was posted in the reply to another ask? bestie. whatever you do, absolutely definitely do not listen to it imagining it being professor riley.

writer friends, I am begging—💳💥💳💥. please, someone make this happen or send me a link if someone already has!! we all need it !!

#EEEK THANK YOU FOR THIS #I love you and adore you omfg 🥹💗#what a night #what a life #lo answers #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader

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plutodexay · 1 month

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💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

Soft Coryo morning cuddles

-sub scorpio

ily thank you for putting up with me. I'm writing this as academy Coryo because I like that one the most

He'd finally let you stay at the Snow family apartment, it took months of convincing but you were finally in his room, in his bed. The place ran cold, just like Coriolanus always has, only now it made sense. Thankfully you prepared by bringing your own blanket which you were going to act as if you didn't see the look of relief on his face when you mentioned it.

You'd woken up colder than you fell asleep, it was a moment of discomfort until you felt the heavy weight of Coryo's arm resting on your waist and his breath hitting the back of your neck.

"Good morning" Coryo whispered, pulling one of the blankets further up your bodies. He sounded awake, far more awake than someone who should stil be asleep.

"Why are you up?" You groaned, rolling over to face the blonde man next to you, giving you the chance to see the slighest smile on his face.

"Just am." Wide blue eyes looked right into yours, as if they were searching for any level of discomfort in them. "I'm sorry the rooms cold." He pulled you closer into him, trying to get some of his body minimal body heat onto yours.

"Doesn't matter" You whispered, pushing your head into his chest. "As long as its with you I don't care"

#sub scorpio anon #creative writing #writing #fanfiction #fluff #imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus fluff #coriolanus x reader #tbosas #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas x reader #coriolanus snow #tbosas fic

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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thank you for all your camp blurbs. especially camp!eddies first time with reader.

Michigan getting dicked down like she deserves💥💳💥

I seriously love these two and the relationship you’ve created for them

big love to you as well you’re always feeding us and I’m so grateful xoxoxo

Eddie was gentle. Always.

Just like he’d been when you first met him, blushing cheeks, soft hair, softer eyes. Kind hands and a nice touch, always patient, always putting you first, whether it was letting you decide where to eat out or making sure you came at least twice before he did.

You loved him. You told him daily. But after a rough day in class and some asshole on the subway trying to grope your ass and/or steal your purse, you were in a shit mood. Eddie’s pout and sweet kiss made it better when you stomped into your apartment, so did the way he hugged you, arms strong and tight around your waist.

But it wasn’t enough. Not then. So you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest, eyes wide and breath already catching at the thought of it.

“Hey, babe?”

Eddie hummed, lips on your hairline, still swaying you both gently back and forth after you’d rambled about your bad day.

“Can I ask you something?”

You sounded shy, cautious. That’s what made Eddie pull back, peering down at you curiously. Eddie always gave you what you wanted, over a year together and still unable to figure out how to say not to you.

‘See? S’not easy, is it, Munson? Now quit giving me shit.’ Steve had taken to telling him.

“‘Course you can, sweetheart, what’s up?”

You pushed your nose to his sternum, took a deep breath and squeezed your hands at his sides, like you were stealing yourself.

“Want you to make me feel better.” You swallowed, lifting your chin to look neck up at him, blinking softly at him, as if your mind was already hazy with the idea of it all. “Want you to fuck me.”

Eddie choked out a breath. It’s not like he wasn’t overly used to you speaking like that. You’d just never said it so boldly. There was still a warmth that bloomed over your chest at your own words but Eddie saw a need in your eyes that had him already half hard and knowing what you wanted. His palms swept up the sides of your ribs, hands sneaking under your shirt. He pushed you back against the kitchen counter, feet kicking at yours until you spread your legs apart for his knee to slot between.

“Yeah?” He said it as sweetly as ever, voice honey and smoke but he was frowning at you, a little too condescending, like you were just dying to let him take care of you. “Poor baby. Want fucked? Hmm?”

His voice curled around you, made you press into him in a way you couldn’t help. God, you were already wet, underwear damp and pressed slick against your slit, aching to be touched.

You moaned, quiet and broken, nodding in agreement. Shit, yeah. That’s what you wanted. This is what you needed. Eddie knew.

“How’d you want it?” One hand snuck out from your shirt to cradle your jaw, his hand almost laughably big against your face, fingers pushed almost a little meanly to your cheek, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “Want me to be nice? Could be real sweet for you, babe, yeah? Get down on my knees for you right here, remind you how good you taste.”

And fuck, yeah, that sounded good. Really good. ‘Cause Eddie was wicked with his tongue, warm hands that spread you wide, lips kissing and sucking at you until you cried, the length of his tongue flat against you as he encouraged you to rock your hips against him.

The idea of it made you gasp, stomach clenching when the hand that wasn’t holding your waist grazed your stomach. Fingers, calloused and practised, popped the button of your shorts, the scratch of your zipper barely heard over the way you were panting. Your shorts hit the floorboards, kicked away by Eddie’s boot.

He tsked, all faux concern etched on his face as he tried his best not to grin at the way you were melting for him. Butter on a hot day, putty in his hands, all his to play with.

“No, no,” he surmised. “That’s not it, is it?” He leaned on to kiss you, a soft, open mouth peck that just let your bottom lip slip between his own. He kept his hand firm on your chin, refusing to let you chase him for more. “No, you want fucked, right baby? That’s what you asked for, yeah?”

Baby. It still made you weak. Still made you wanna bite something, ‘cause the way he said it was the furthest from innocent. He made it sound dirty, filthy, and you couldn’t fucking handle it.

You nodded, nose grazing the tip of Eddie’s because he still had that mean hold on your face, thumb just pushing over the seam of your lip so he could stroke the pad of it ober your tongue. You wanted to suck on it. He didn’t let you. Not yet.

“Please, yeahyeahyeah.” You felt like crying. Like if the boy edged you enough you’d burst and feel better. Like he could fuck your bad day out of you. You were sure he could. “Teddy, please.”

Eddie hummed, eyes flashing with a softness that you knew never really went away. He pouted, brow puckered with dramatic sympathy. “Look at you, being all sweet for me, callin’ me Teddy. Y’know I love when you call me that, don’t you sweetheart.” His teeth nipped your jaw, your earlobe. “You know I can’t say no to you, don’t you?”

You nodded, lips parted to suck in a breath. You were warmer, warmer than you should’ve been with the dying sun barely reaching the kitchen space, the last of it making the countertops glow tangerine. You curled your hands in Eddie’s shirt, holding on, tugging, pleading, anything.

He nosed at your cheek, dropped his hands to wrap around your thighs, hoisting you onto the counter. His hand cupped your cunt, damp cotton making him groan, his lashes fluttering against your temple.

“Want my fingers first?” Eddie knew you’d need worked up, just a little. Stretched out more than anything else ‘cause usually he had to take it slow with you before he was able to sink himself fully into you. But he had feeling slow wasn’t what you wanted.

You shook your head, beyond desperate, hands fisting in his hair, curls pulled loose from the hair tie he was using, stolen from your vanity. You heard his zipper at the same time he stretched your underwear to the side, cool air hitting your heat and making you whine.

The head of his cock, velvet warmth, nudge at your entrance, the dirty, slick sound of it making Eddie curse, voice shot. He looked at you with those eyes, dark and pupils blown wide as he pushed himself up and down your cunt, taptaptapping at your clit.

“Want it?” Eddie rasped and he sounded as desperate as you now, far less in control than he liked to pretend he was. “Want it, baby?”

“Yeah, shit, yeah Teddy, I want it.”

He grinned, lips just hovering over yours, just out of reach. He kissed your chin, your cheek. “Say please.”

Your nails dug a little meanly into his shoulders but the boy just grinned wider. “Please,” you asked - no - begged.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie cooed and he slid into you, cunt immediately clutching at him like a vice, both of you moaning out, sinful.

You couldn’t remember why you’d had a bad day.

#smooch for u #Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #Eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #camp eddie blurb

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planete777 · 3 months

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friends or dating? ft my irl companion

so after i had my mum rate f1 drivers all those months ago, i decided to accumulate a collection of f1 pairings (one of them are 🤨 but when i saw it i was like 💳💥💥💥💥) and have my non-f1 friend guess whether they're merely platonic buddies, or GETTING IT lowkey. ofc i had to lie and say some are dating, but deep down... they really are!!! anyways, here are the results!!

credits to rightful owners of all pics/gifs. they are NOT mine!!!!!

1. max and daniel

the new generation it couple. ofc my friend fell into my trap hehehe 🤭🤭

friend's response:

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2. lando and oscar

if even the locals are thinking they're dating then i dont know how to defend these two 🤷‍♀️ oscar will sell himself out soon enough.

friend's response:

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3. charles and carlos

the way carlos looks charles up and down had me dead for sure. (i did add one that wasn't so blatant to balance things out a bit)

friend's response:

4. george and pierre

now ikik it's not the most expected at all, i couldnt believe my eyes either, but now that u see the pic, i hope u see what i mean.

friend's response:

OFCCCC she was wrong for all of them!!! i mean, they're just too gay, i don't blame her at all 😏 she was so real for this tho

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5. a lil bonus for when i actually tell her the verdict!

thats it for now!!! see u in the next episode of 'planete annoys the hell out of her family/friends' <333

#⋆🪐 ⋆★ ⋆ planete.parle #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #oscar piastri #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #pierre gasly #george russell #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 imagine

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼

୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !

℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"

℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰

℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.

℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"

℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,

"looks good i guess, take it"

"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"

"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"

"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"

"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"

℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body

℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)

℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡

℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Protective husband Dazai 💳💥💳💳💥💥💳💥

how far — dazai x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: this man makes me want to bark and give him my money

“y/n! I am home!” dazai sings as he enters the house happily, a grin plastered on his face. a grin that falls as fast as he opens his eyes to see what’s in front of him.

broken glass, thrown furniture and blood.

he places the groceries he had on the ground and walks deeper inside your shared house. he catches the glimpse of a badge, and his eyebrows quirk. dazai takes a hold of it and examines it, the culprit is but a foolish amateur.

because rule number one is to leave no trace.

“listen up woman,” the scruffy man in front of you starts, “you either tell us everything you know about the agency or your head will be sent to your lanky boyfriend.”

you shake your in refusal, eyes swelling from the amount of tears you have cried in the past few hours already. “keep dreaming—,” you are cut off by yourself when you scream as another harsh kick is delivered to your side.

the man in front of you sighs and approaches you, forcefully tugging your hair up so you can look him in the eyes, “well if you can’t say anything, then you should at least do something,” he grins.

“boss, there is an intrud—“ the subordinate falls to the ground as he is shot in the head.

the man throws you to the ground, looking now at his men, “EVERYONE STOP HIM!”

to his surprise, none of the men took a step without being struck down. he could see nothing but his dead men; he could see nothing but a shadow, and that alone made him smirk, “you think you’re so good at hiding?!”

“I can just shoot this woman and you would—“ the man’s words die in his mouth as he slowly looks down at the knife tickling his throat.

soon, he locks eyes with the owner of the knife behind him.

the kidnapper smirks, despite his nerves, “oh so the crazy man is already here for his little wife?”

dazai is silent, watching the man which makes him panic even more.

“what? too scared to actually slice someone? is that why you only used a gun?—“ he stops once the knife nicks his throat, a small trail of blood flowing down his neck.

dazai smiles, an empty and cold one, “you said I am crazy right?”

your husband looks at you, “y/n, close your eyes,” his gaze snaps back to your kidnapper, “I don’t want you to see this.”

you whisper a small, “okay,” before doing as told.

a knife to the throat, and a gun to his back, the man gulps and dazai soon speaks.

“you seem to have underestimated just how far,” the knife caresses the throat of the man in front of him, “a ‘crazy’ man will go for his wife.”

you hear the sound of a slash, and the shot of a gun. your husband frowns in disapproval at the body below him, and he mumbles, “a painless death is something you don’t deserve for what you did.”

he flicks the blood of the knife and rubs its handle with a cloth, and you just noticed that he is wearing gloves.

dazai puts the knife in the man’s hand before sighing and getting up.

he walks towards you, steps cautious, “love, are you alright?”

“y-yeah,” you manage to get out before your eyes meet your husband’s and they slowly drift to the corpse lying ahead, “osamu, is that okay?”

he hums as he kneels down to help you up, frown deepening at the sight of your bruises.

“forgive me for having to witness that, but he,” dark gaze directed to the man for a split second before they meet your own in a much lighter and softer way, “shouldn’t have hurt you.”

“now,” he smiles, “let’s get you home, shall we?”

you rest your head on his chest and he caresses your hair, making you sigh in relief.

osamu’a grip on you tightens and he wonders if his actions are a step forward or backward to what his friend wanted for him, but for now he will acknowledge that he will do anything for you.

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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i am ON MY KNEES 🧎 BEGGING

THIS BUT ITS LARISSA X READER, PLEASE

I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING 🙇

💳💥💳💥

Best Friend’s Mom

Larissa Weems x Reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: @wlwmitchell is a dirty little dog for this one and of course i wrote you the smut to go with it. Songs to listen to would be Do I Make You Nervous? and FMRN by Lilyisthatyou.

You were in her room. Her actual bedroom. She called you in, asking you to help her help her with something.

There she stood in a short, white sheer nightgown. You could see the faint outline of her nipples and your mouth began to water. You couldn’t help it. She was so hot. Your eyes continue downward, her legs seemed to continue forever.

She noticed you looking. How could she not? You couldn’t look away. When she saw you lick your lips, that’s when she knew she had to have you.

You stood there, immobilized. She closed the door and approached you, her hand came up to grip your face, “I’ve seen how you have been watching me… I’m surprised I haven’t caught you drooling…”

You whimper as she grazes your lips with hers, teasing you. She pushes you backwards so you land on her bed. Was this really happening? You didn’t know your gaze had been so obvious. It was hard not to stare at her when she entered a room. Her body was mesmerizing.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your jaw slack as she places her hands on either side of you. She creeps closer and closer. A whimper left your mouth as she slowly dragged her lips down your neck. You secretly hoped that her red lipstick would be left behind, allowing you to remember this moment.

A breathy laugh left her lips, butterflies swirling around in your stomach like a sandstorm. You could tell that she was enjoying this. She was going to absolutely destroy you and you knew it. Her lips left your neck and you felt her move so her face was level with yours.

“Kiss me…” She whispered through the dark, her lips hovering over yours with impatience. God, she made you so nervous. This was really happening and you knew you needed to seize the opportunity.

Your mouth captured hers, the kiss desperate and sloppy. She shifted your bodies, keeping you close to her. She rolled you over so you were now on top of her. The kisses grew more intense. Her hands danced at the hem of your shirt. Any movement her hands made against your skin had your heartbeat growing quicker. You felt like a mouse caught in the grasp of a cat.

A sound came from the hallway, causing you to freeze. Was that your friend? She couldn’t know you were in here. She would never forgive you if she found you in here.

“Relax, sweetheart,” She murmured, slightly biting at your bottom lip. You let out another whimper, knowing that your friend would never forgive you for this.

It was hard to relax when you were hooking up with your best friends mum.

Your best friends mum was in fact, Larissa Weems, and she was grasping at your clothing, trying to pull it from your body. You gave into your urges. You wanted this woman more than anything. Shifting downward, you pulled her nightgown upwards and felt your mouth water at the sight of her bare hips and her mound that was covered by delicate white lace panties.

While she was supposed to be dominating you right now, you were in a rush not to waste the moment. You needed to taste her in case you would be caught in the next few minutes. You slide back down to the floor, dragging her panties off with you.

Larissa gasped at your willingness to take control. In seconds, your mouth was against her pussy so your tongue could begin exploring her. She was so wet and you savored the scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of her sex. Your tongue found her swollen clit and you saw Larissa bite at her hand to suppress a moan.

Your heart was still beating rapidly. You wanted to bring her so much pleasure. Her moans spurred you onward you pull her legs over your shoulders and wrap your arms around them, keeping her close to you. Her hips bucked and ground into your mouth. there was so much urgency to this sexual act. She must have known the precarious situation you were in as well.

You were dedicated to the thought of making her cum with your mouth alone. You wanted her to love this experience so much that she would want to keep you in her bed for all time.

You applied pressure on her lower abdomen as you swirled your tongue around her clit. Then you moved your tongue downward so you could tongue fuck her. Her response was exactly what you hoped for, “Oh, gods, yes… Ohmygod… Right there baby…”

You felt her movements become more jerky and her breathing became ragged. She was close. You took the opportunity, knowing she was desperate, “Beg for it, Ms. Weems.”

You felt her pause, shocked by your bravery. You pressed kisses to the insides of her thighs as you waited for a response. Larissa took the control back from you, knowing you would do anything she asked, “Make me cum, baby.”

You followed her orders, hoping that she may pleasure you afterwards. You dive back into her pussy, alternating licking and sucking at her clit. Her hand came to the back of your head and she ground her hips against you face. She was thoroughly in control up until she tipped over the edge. There was no hiding her orgasm. She gave a throaty moan that sent a little panic into you, wondering if your friend had heard.

Ms. Weems’ voice calls you back to what you were doing, “Get on the bed. It’s your turn.”

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she-is-juniper · 2 years

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This is my first time requesting anything! But I would love if we could we get some after the show type scenarios (or head-canons or blurbs) , I feel like Elvis would shower us with compliments and affection as his “one and only girl” 💥💥💳

[SCREAMING AND CRYING AT THIS REQUEST…COMING RIGHT UP]

Your ears may be ringing from the cacophony of the night’s concert, but you couldn’t care less. The applause of the crowd around you has heightened to a full-on roar as the love of your life ends his encore performance with a final chord. But he’s not through yet; he leans down to the front of the stage and grabs the jaw of the nearest girl, planting a kiss against her mouth. And the next girl, and the next. Until he’s sauntering through the crowd, sweat dripping down his hair, giving kiss after sloppy kiss to each and every girl in his path.

But again, you couldnt care less. You’ve made it clear to Elvis you don’t care what he does onstage. You don’t care who he kisses, or how many. Because you know—and he knows—you’ve got him whipped for you, and for you only.

At long last, Elvis has made his way back to the front of the stage. The crowd roars. You peer at him from around the side of the stage, smirking, waiting. The curtain falls as he bids farewell to the city for tonight. And as if he can feel your eyes, he turns, breathing hard, and meets your gaze as if nothing else matters.

He swims through the crowd of musicians and stagehands as they pat him on the back in congratulations. He’s only got one thing on his mind—you.

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls your body against him and hoists you up. And at last, he concludes his torrent of kisses around the world with a final kiss just for you.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice husky and raw. “My one and only girl.”

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you whisper.

Elvis grins and pays no heed to the others as he sways with you in his arms over to a dimly lit walkway just off the side of the stage. Pressing you against the brick wall, he brings his mouth to yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. As if you were suddenly, despite every girl in the crowd, the only one that mattered. Where his skin touches you, sparks explode.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Elvis rasps as his mouth moves to kiss your cheek, your jaw, the space between your collarbones.

You’re rendered silent by the onslaught of his mouth, the press of his leather-clad body against yours.

“My girl, back there behind the stage. Waiting for me, all mine.” He cups your face in both of his hands, somehow simultaneously delicate and rough. His ice blue eyes bore into yours with an intensity that makes makes your knees buckle; you would have crumbled to the floor if it weren’t for the press of his body on yours against the wall. “You hear that?” he croons. “You’re my one and only girl. You hear me?”

You nod, and Elvis kisses your lips again, smiling against your mouth.

“Say it for me, baby,” he commands in a whisper.

“I’m you’re one and only girl,” you whisper back.

“Damn right you are.”

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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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*slams credit card on the table*💳💥 💳💥 i would sell my soul for a continuation of where seb and mc left off after he slipped that ring on her finger

😆 gotta love a cliffhanger! Here is the fic where Seb slipped a ring on her finger ---> HERE

Picking up where Seb has Apparated MC and himself away from the confrontation in Hogsmeade, and they are now in his Feldcroft cottage. NSFW 🌶🔥❤️

She didnt know how long they had sat, kissing, on the floor. She thought that maybe it could never be long enough. They had so much time to make up for. But then, Sebastian stood and held out his hand to her. MC took it and he helped her to her feet. He cupped her face, gently. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. The adrenaline of facing up to William like that had worn off, and tiredness pulled heavily at her, but she felt safe. "If someone had told me I would be standing here with you at the end of the evening, I would have thought them quite mad."

"Same," he said, smiling. His thumb brushed against her cheek, his smile fading. "Any regrets? I mean, what he said about your reputation, your job. Would he really make life that difficult for you?"

"He might," she sighed. She put her hand over his, her finger tips grazing gently over his knuckles. "But I could never regret leaving with you. I just wish I'd had the nerve to find you sooner."

"Well, we're together now," he said. "Let's not worry about William tonight. He can't get to us here. We can figure out our next move tomorrow, but whatever it is, I am going to be right there with you. And next time, I wont think twice about hexing his arrogant mug."

She nodded. At his mention of being here together, alone, her eyes drifted towards the curtain that closed off the sleeping area of the cottage. Her pulse skittered and she looked back at him.

"There are two beds," he said. He really had a talent for reading her like a book. "We don't have to share one if you'd rather not."

MC was reminded of the offer William had made to her only that morning, the very reverse of this one, trying to convince her to share a bed with him. The very thought had made her blood run cold.

Now, standing here with Sebastian, she realised that the thought of being parted from him, even if only across the room, was too much to bear right now. It had taken them years to finally be able to hold each other. How was she supposed to let go?

She cleared her throat. "Is there somewhere I can freshen up?"

"Of course," he said.

He warmed some water for the basin, and found a shirt for her to wear. When he went out to fetch some more fire wood, MC went behind the changing screen and began to loosen the ties for her dress. The corset was so tight, the back having been laced by William's house elf, a grim mouthed little thing she hadn't much cared for.

MC tugged and gave a frustrated groan at the blasted thing. She hated corsets and frivolous silks. She missed the freedom of cotton blouses and duelling trousers, much preferring sturdy boots to little kitten heels. She kicked off the offending heels and tugged the stockings from her legs.

The sound of the door announced Sebastian's return, and MC paused to peek around the changing screen. He put the logs in the basket before kneeling before the fire, feeding it to boost the flames. A swirl of chill night air had come into the cottage behind him and goosebumps spread up her arms.

She bit her lower lip, watching the way his shirt moved across his shoulders as he stoked the fire. Her intake of breath was a little shaky, and she pressed fingers to her collar bone, smoothing along the skin he had kissed, remembering hia searing kisses. She shivered.

She ducked back behind the screen, turning to face the wall, hand pressed to her throat against her fluttering pulse. "Sebastian?" She called. "Would you mind? I could do with a hand."

She heard his footfalls as he approached, her heart in her mouth, but she didn't turn to look as he paused by the screen. She could hear his breathing, feel the burn of his gaze on her back. "Could you help loosen the laces of my corset, please? It's too tight for me to do it properly."

"Of course, seeing as you asked so nicely." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

He joined her behind the screen, and anticipation made her body burn, the seconds stretching between the pause of his step and the feel of his fingers on the laces.

Her own fingers toyed with the silk of the gown, the bodice of which was pooled at her waist. He tugged at the laces, a knuckle brushing against the skin of her back, and she felt the corset begin to loosen. She sighed a little in relief, her breasts relaxing after being squished behind their bonds.

Once the corset was undone, her hands fluttered in front of her breasts, nervous. Should she hold the corset in place and dismiss him? Or, should she let it fall away from her flesh? She felt the last lace pull free and the corset sagged. She realised she was breathing a little faster, the sound soft in the confined space behind the screen.

Sebastian placed a warm palm between her shoulder blades, the touch gentle, and then his hand smoothed up to the nape of her neck. She sighed again, closing her eyes. She felt her breasts tighten at the touch, the peaks hardening against the loose corset.

Then, he was sliding the pins from her hair, slowly, one by one, his fingers easing her locks free to spill down her back. Another shiver washed over her at the feel of his hands in her hair. It was intimate, personal, and it filled her with a need so strong she could almost taste it.

His hands cupped her shoulders, smoothing down her arms to her hands where he linked their fingers. He lifted her arms just enough and the corset slid forward, exposing her. He was closer, she could feel the heat of his breath at her ear, it was as fast as her own soft gasps. She squeezed her fingers around his, hungry to feel those hands on her skin.

The heat of his mouth moved lower and he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access. His lips moved, his kisses becoming firmer at her willing invitation. The corset slid to the floor, forgotten, his hands releasing hers to skim her waist, sliding smoothly over her skin to settle below her breasts.

Her head fell back with a gasp, the movement lifting her breasts, begging for his caress. He was so gentle, a whisper of skin against skin as he cupped her, a thumb teasing softly over one hard nub. She moaned, the sound so close to his ear, it made him exhale sharply.

So intent was she on the feel of his hands caressing her breasts, she hadn't even realised that one of her own arms had reached up to thread fingers through his hair. His caress moved to her sides, finger tips smoothing over the reddened marks where the corset had pinched her. He bent to press a soft kiss there, just below her breast, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin.

She turned, needing to see him, his face was soft, his eyes darkened by his desire. She felt a sudden shyness, her arms hovering in front of her breasts. He held her close and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "We can stop," he whispered. "As much as I want you, I would never do anything you didn't want. You're safe with me."

She fiddled with the front of his shirt. "I want you too," she said. She felt a blush warm her cheeks. "It's just...I've never done anything like this before. I've never..."

She swallowed and looked down, but he caught her chin with gentle fingers, lifting her gaze to his. "Never? Not even with your fiancé?"

She shook her head. "He wanted to, but I couldn't. I didn't want to because...he wasn't you."

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, he even blushed a little. "I'm not sure I deserve such an honour."

Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she wondered how many girls he had kissed, how many times he had taken one to his bed. It hurt her heart to think of it, but how could she blame him? He had owed her nothing. But, how could she ever live up to the girls who had come before her? She wanted to please him, she wanted him to feel the pleasure that he gave her. The brief touches she had already tasted held so much promise, her body burning desperately for him. She wanted to return that.

"Can you show me how?" The words were a whisper. "I don't want to disappoint you."

He held her face. "Listen to me," he said, firmly. "You could never disappoint me. You must never think that. Look at you! You're beautiful, just one look at you sends me spiralling. It drove me crazy seeing you in the pub earlier, so close and yet so out of reach."

"When you touch me it's like I'm going to be swallowed in flame," she admitted. "I've never felt like that with anyone. Just you."

"I have to admit, I do like the way that sounds," he said. A gleam entered his gaze. He leant his forehead against hers, his eyes on her mouth, his breath hot. "Mine, and only mine."

Her pulse fluttered and she stared at his lips, her tongue sliding to wet her bottom lip. "Will you take it?" She breathed. "Take what is yours, please."

The passion in his kiss seared through her, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her as she had asked. She clung to him, arching her body to feel the warmth and safety she craved from him. He tugged at the last fastenings of the dress, his patience now gone and he yanked hard, the rending of torn silk reaching her ears. The dress sank to the floor and he lifted her out of it, carrying her to the bed.

He placed her on top of the blanket, pausing to shed his own clothing before joining her. Her eyes were greedy, taking in the toned muscle, the soft trail of hair that led down below his navel. And, of course, the hard shaft of his arousal.

She leant up on her elbows, a little breathless at the sight of him, even a bit intimidated by the size. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought of him inside her. But then he was kissing her, his mouth tasting her skin, moving down to take a breast into his mouth. She gasped, her hips lifting to aid him as he slid her underwear free. Now, they were both naked.

She pulled him against her, moaning at the feel of their skin finally pressed together. She moved against him, delighting in the friction.

"You feel so good," he gasped. His hand moved to her hip, rocking her against him, his arousal digging eagerly against her thigh.

She smoothed her palm over his behind, moulding it, loving the feel of it after admiring the way it curved through the fabric of his trousers. She moved her hand over his hip, hovering close to where he throbbed eagerly for her. He took her hand and guided her, wrapping it around his length. She looked down, fascinated, as he showed her how to stroke him. A sound left his throat and she smiled. She was making him feel good. It made her feel empowered. He wanted her and she could give him what he needed.

He returned the favour, his fingers seeking out her heat and she gasped, her thighs instinctively parting for him. He stroked with slow, deliberate caresses, her slick spreading to ease his teasing. She couldn't help the sounds that fell from her lips, her head fell back, and she was like a desperate, wanton thing. He swirled over her clit and she cried out, a pressure building as he stroked to a rhythm that had her panting and clutching at him.

She didn't think it could feel any better, but then he slid downwards and she stared, wide eyed as he moved his mouth close to where his fingers worked. Heat flooded her cheeks at the intimacy of this gesture and then he was kissing her there. His tongue replaced fingers and she thought she might actually die, the fire inside her flared so dangerously. She was soaring to a height that made her head spin, her pelvis rocked, the need to grind against him almost unbearable. "Sebastian," she panted. Her fingers gripped at his hair. "Oh...oh..."

She felt the dip of his fingers, probing gently, sliding slowly into her as his tongue drove her higher. He pumped his fingers, twisting and curling them, picking up the pace. She could hear the wet, desperate sound of herself, the pressure almost unbearable but Merlin's beard, she did not want it to stop. Her arm flung out, fingers gripping the blanket, tugging at the fabric as though she was about to slide off the edge of the world.

And then she felt a deep clenching sensation, fiery waves of delicious release washing over her, and her eyes squeezed shut, an animalistic sound bursting from her lips. She was breathing so hard and fast as her body became fluid, sinking back into the mattress, spent.

Sebastian withdrew his mouth and fingers, she whimpered, not just at the loss of him, but also at the little pulses of aftershock. He gathered her in his arms, pressing kisses to her breasts, her neck. His hand smoothing along her waist and down to spread her leg wider for him.

"You're amazing," he whispered. He kissed her mouth, his lips and tongue hot and wet. She could taste herself, and wondered briefly how he would taste if she took him in her mouth. She moaned, her hips flexing. She felt him reach down, the press of him against her slick folds.

"Relax," he urged. "Deep, even breaths. You're doing great, so fucking perfect."

He moved to kiss her ear, his tongue sliding along the outer edge. She could feel the fire reigniting, the coil of her need twisting into life. He pressed into her, his tip nudging gently, in and out, easing her. "That's it," he whispered into her ear. "Good girl. I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to make you mine. Is that what you want?"

She flushed hotly at his filthy words. Her breathing hitched madly in her throat, her body arching greedily. "Yes," she moaned.

He pressed in deeper and she felt the sting, the stretch. He stroked her, kissed her ear, easing back out and then in again. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned. "I need you."

She gripped his hips, lifting her own to meet him, her heels digging into the bed. With each gentle slide of him, in and out, the sting lessened. She moaned as the new, full feel of him began to send waves of tingles deep inside her. She glanced down, watching as he thrust.

His face was set in concentration, his brow creased, his lips parted with his pleasure. She could see the restraint he was clinging on to. The sting was gone, and he felt so good, so right.

"More," she urged.

He met her gaze. "Does it feel good?"

She nodded. He watched her, eyes lidded, and he thrust deep. She groaned and he slid right back, for a desperate moment she feared he would pull out all together, and she sank her finger nails into his hip, urging him to stay in. He smirked and thrust firmly, sinking all the way in. Her moan was his reward.

She couldn't tear her eyes from his as he kept up these deep, hard thrusts. She could feel that pressure building, making her soar higher again. This time, she knew what it meant, and anticipation tingled on her tongue.

He looked down at where they were joined. "Oh fuck," he panted. "Fuck, yes."

His words sent sparks of flame through her. Who knew she liked dirty talk? The rough edge to his voice was a massive turn on, she wanted more. She slid a palm down his chest, her finger tips trying out a teasing pinch of his nipple. He moaned, the sound giving her a thrill, so she pinched again, harder.

He shifted to lean on one elbow and then he began to thrust harder, faster, his other hand reaching down to grip under her knee. He bent her leg up, easing her open so she could take him even deeper. She felt the slide of him against somewhere deeply sensitive inside of her and she arched, his name spilling from her lips.

Her release gripped her, a sudden deep clench that made Sebastian utter a low growl, he buried his face into her neck, his teeth biting down into her skin. She whimpered, stunned at the raw emotions rushing through her, her body pulsing around him. And then he, thrust deep, holding himself there as he spurted his own release. She could feel the throb of it, her arms holding him close, his heart thundering against her chest.

For a while they lay quietly, holding each other, savouring the closeness. She nestled her face against his warmth, breathing in his scent, feeling a tension slide from her. This was absolutely where she belonged. She had known it back in the Three Broomsticks, and now it was confirmed.

She brought her hand up to look at his mother's ring on her finger, no, her ring. He had given it to her. He wanted her by his side forever. "When do you leave?" She asked.

"We leave in two days," he said. She looked up at his choice of words. He smiled. "How do you feel about Italy?"

"Isn't that where you just travelled from?"

He nodded. "It is, but I want to take you there. I want to see it all again through your eyes."

Her heart danced in her chest. This was actually happening! "I will need to fetch my things, and say a few goodbyes, Poppy will have wondered where I ran off to."

"We can do all of that," he smoothed her hair back from her face. His eyes grew serious. "I will never forget how you stood in front of me, blocking me like you did. When you reached back for me, holding yourself to me..."

He paused, swallowed hard. "I already knew I loved you, but what you did, it said more than any words. When he caught us, I thought you would have gone to him, but you didn't."

"I realised it was what I had always wanted," she said. "I had to stop letting William make my choices for me. It would always be you, Sebastian. Always."

....*....

When MC awoke, the bed beside her was empty. Immediately, she sat up. Wrapping a blanket around her, she moved out from behind the curtain and saw Sebastian with an owl, a letter in his hand. "What's that?" She asked.

He turned to her, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead. "Good morning," he said. He held up the letter. "From Ominis. I sent an owl after you fell asleep last night. This is his reply. He is meeting us in London when we collect your things."

"Really?" It would be nice to see him again, she realised. "What about William?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about him," Ssbastian said, his smile smug. "Ominis thought him a right prick, and has already used his connections to make sure he won't be a problem. Your reputation is perfectly intact. As for William's..."

MC widened her eyes. "My goodness! But, why would Ominis do all that for me?"

Sebastian frowned. "Why would he not?" He took her face in his hands. "I love you, he knows that, and he also cares for you, he wants us to have what we have always wanted. Each other. Like me, he would do whatever he had to in order to keep you safe, happy. People care about you, MC, people love you. You will never have to suffer the likes of William again as company."

Her throat felt rather thick all of a sudden. "Thank you."

"Ominis is also going to bear witness for us," he said. He slid a thumb over her lips, pressing a kiss there. "After collecting your things, we will marry. We can leave for Italy as man and wife. If you still want to, that is?"

"Oh, yes, Sebastian," she said. She wrapped her arms about him, the blanket slipping free of her grasp, but she didn't care. She was no longer shy of him. She clung to him, his arms strong and warm as they held her close. "It is exactly what I want."

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