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f0point5 · 8 months

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Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader Masterlist

She’s still bejewelled - Y/N finds out F1 wag pages are once again speculating she is dating her best friend, Max Verstappen

It’s (not) a cruel summer - Y/N and Max enjoy the summer break

August slipped away - Y/N does a Q&A to catch up with her followers after summer break

Burning red- Lando puts his foot in it

Holy ground - Fans discuss their excitement to see Y/N and Max interact at Zandvoort

I’m the one who understands you - A window into Max and Y/N’s home life

It turned into something bigger - Y/N’s comments about her childhood friend, Mick Schumacher, lead to a social media firestorm

They’d say I’d hustled, put in the work - A look at Y/N’s podcast, Dirty Air(time)

Shake it off - Determined to forget her worries, Y/N goes out parting with Max and Lando

They say home is where the heart is - Fans discuss how Y/N and Max love being roommates

(We’re) in the club doing I don’t know what - Fans look back on Max and Y/N’s Club Rat Renaissance

Pauses, then says, (he’s) my best friend - Y/N spends the day in Amsterdam while Max does press at Zandvoort

How evergreen, our group of friends - Snippets of Y/N and Max’s other friends on the grid and beyond

We’re faster and never scared - It’s a dramatic Friday in the Zandvoort paddock

I watch Superman fly away - The drama continues as Y/N and Mick have a run in in the paddock

Long live all the magic he made - Y/N supports Max as he equals the record for most consecutive wins

Remember the footsteps - A look at Y/N and Mick’s lifelong friendship

He has his father’s eyes…his father’s ambition - A look at Y/N’s relationship with Jos

I love your handshake, meeting my father - Fans discuss Jos’s perspective on Y/N, and her relationship with Max

And maybe it was egos swinging - Everyone speculates about the cause and consequences of Y/N and Mick’s falling out

I fell from the pedestal - Y/N becomes the subject of internet trolling after her fall out with Mick becomes public

Don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay - Unable to deal with the stress and trolling, Y/N goes home to Switzerland, cutting off Max

My reputation’s never been worse so - Y/N’s absence sparks concerns amongst those closest to her

If someone comes at us, this time I’m ready - Y/N’s friends publicly support her as the hate continues

You don’t want to know me, I will just let you down

My words shoot to kill when I’m mad - Mick and Y/N finally talk

Something in your eyes says we can beat this - Max has a tough start to an important weekend, but his luck is about to change

(We) saw something the can’t take away - Y/N is there as Max wins at Monza and breaks another record

This is life before you know who you’re gonna be - Netizens discuss Max and Y/N’s enemy era

20 questions, we tell the truth - Y/N catches up with her followers after a hectic couple of weeks, and meets a man in Monaco

On a Wednesday, in a café - Y/N’s podcast with Daniel leads to some interesting revelations

Do you really want to know where I was? - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory as rumours begin to swirl

I make it look oh so easy - Y/N and Max choose different confidants as they both attempt to avoid the elephant in the room

You’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes - It gets harder for Y/N to keep her secret

Slow motion, double vision in rose blush - Y/N gets back in the saddle while Max watches from the sidelines in more ways than one

Carnations you had thought were roses - Two of Y/N’s secrets are revealed

Didn’t it all seem new and exciting - Max leaves Y/N behind in Monaco as she reflects on her date

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time - Y/N heads to Switzerland for a special appointment as her relationship with Max is put under a microscope

I don’t wanna miss you like this - Y/N and Max deal with the distance between them differently

Your finger on my hairpin trigger - Tensions run high as Max has a bad day on track and Y/N gets defensive

Takes one to know one - Y/N’s much needed talk with Elliot is interrupted by an explosive qualifying in Singapore

I want to tell you not to get lost in these petty things - Max’s streak comes to an end and he and Y/N look ahead to Suzuka

Forever going with the flow, but you’re friction - Max asking Y/N to fly out early to Japan leads to tension and Y/N turns to Daniel for advice

I drive down different roads - Fans, and Y/N, speculate about her budding relationship

(They) knew what it was, he is in love - Netizens set out to prove that Max is in love with Y/N

(We) counted days, I counted miles, to see you there - Y/N arrives in Japan and is reunited with Max

Balancing on breaking branches - Max receives an unexpected delivery as Y/N answers questions from the media and her mother

It’s you and me, there’s nothing like this - As Max gets back to business as usual in Suzuka, wag social media does it’s thing

My (baby flies) like a jet stream - Max has a good day on track and Y/N’s Vogue article goes live

I can read you like a magazine - The internet reacts to mentions of Max in Y/N’s Vogue article

He’s passing by, rare as a glimmer of a comet in the sky - Red Bull securing the WCC is overshadowed by the revelation that Max hates podcasts

The lingering question(s) kept me up - Y/N does an Instagram Q&A

I just may like some explanations - Y/N answers more questions

How you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry - Set in 2017, we learn what led to Y/N’s dad being dropped as Max’s sponsor, early in their friendship

People started talking, putting us through our paces - When Y/N is spotted out with Elliot, Instagram, Max, and Lando react

I don’t wanna touch you - Y/N finds herself short of breath on her padel date. Later, she appears on Max’s stream

(I) will never make my parents’ mistakes - Y/N’s dad hears about her dating life, and her mother weighs in

Drinking on a (yacht) with you all over me - Y/N and Max kick of his birthday celebrations with a day on the water, while Elliot changes his tune

I’d pick you up and we’d go back in time - Y/N and Max bring in his birthday somewhere special

We’re gonna be timeless - It’s Max’s birthday, but Y/N isn’t the only one planning surprises

Take the moment and taste it - Max enjoys a birthday boat day with family and friends, and Vic makes an accidental discovery

There’s glitter on the floor after the party - It’s the morning after night before. Max and Vic discuss Y/N’s letter

Movin’ on was always easy for me to do - Y/N and Elliot meet up to talk and Y/N’s friend weighs in. Y/N’s tweets irritate Max

Your eyes look like (being at) home - Y/N goes riding, Lando proposes plans, and Max has plans of his own

No I didn’t hear the news, ‘cause we were somewhere else - Max and Y/N arrive in Doha, but rumours about Max’s Monaco exploits follow them

You heard the rumours from (your friends) - Max attends Media Day while Y/N hangs out with an old friend

‘Cause they don’t know about the night in the hotel - Max’s GQ interview exposes an interesting part of Max and Y/N’s past

I was dancing around, dancing around it - Y/N and Clara celebrate Max’s on track triumphs

(You) stand up, champion tonight - Max becomes a three time world champion

This life is sweeter than fiction - Max wins in Qatar in a physically gruelling race

Life makes love look hard - Back in Monaco, Y/N is seen out with Elliot, and he makes a bold suggestion

Can we always be this close? - Y/N and Max have a chill day at home and while Twitter notice Max made an admission in an interview, Y/N makes an admission to Victoria

Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory, where both realise they may have something to work on

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me - Y/N’s podcast with Oscar comes out, on the same day she finally films one with Max. Meanwhile, Max uses the sim in an unconventional way

Yes, I remember what you said last night - Y/N’s plans for COTA baffle Christian, and Y/N learns an unexpected fact about the past

Take out, then take me home - Y/N prepares for Austin, and an interview with Max comes out

Love’s a game, wanna play? - Y/N tries her hand at padel after watching Max compete, and Max steams with Redline

Rosé flowing with your chosen family - Clara and Y/N spend the day together, and Clara becomes determined to finish what she started in 2017

(We are) a flight risk, with a fear of falling - Y/N and Max head to the US

Ain’t it funny, rumours fly - Y/N heads to a Ferrari gala as rumours swirl about Max’s next career move amid reports of infighting at Red Bull

As if I don’t already see (it) - The circus settles in to Texas and Y/N’s dad weighs in on Elliot

Can you see right through me? - Y/N and Elliot make a king and awkward paddock debut

I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night - Y/N sheds light on her dating history while she and Elliot struggle to adjust to life in the paddock

It’s morning now, it’s brighter now - Y/N reaches out to an old friend for support. Meanwhile, Daniel tries to support Max

The moment I could see it - Max takes another win in Austin while Elliot reaches his breaking point

You’ll find the real thing instead - Y/N and Elliot have an honest conversation

In the name of being honest - Bonus part where Y/N answers Instagram questions after the Austin GP

I’m asking you why - More of Y/N’s post Austin Q&A

You’ve got a girl at home and everybody knows that - Y/N and Max are suspects in the wildest paddock rumour yet as they wrap up their trip to Austin

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded - Y/N gets brutally honest with Mick as Max plays goalkeeper twice

You saw the truth in me - Max cuts it close before media day as reports surface of security threats in Mexico

They tell you that you’re lucky, but you’re so confused - Max attends a gruelling media day as Y/N deals with the heat of Mexico

Laughing with (your head in my) lap, like you were my closest friend - Everyone has a tough quali day

This is the golden age - Maxico delivers another win, and Y/N celebrates with tequila

(You would never) me darling, but who could stay? - Y/N and Max arrive in Brazil for a short break before the race

No one has to know what we do - Max and Y/N fall off the map and enjoy some private time

I can’t say anything to your face - Max and Y/N continue to leave each other flustered and Max starts press for the Brazilian GP

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm - Max takes pole in difficult conditions and Y/N gets near her breaking point

We were cards sharks, playing games - Max wins the sprint and Y/N wins games of her own

🚨I’ve had to add a second masterlist for all posts after this point. That can be found here 🚨

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norrussell · 6 months

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Lipstick Kisses | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: on a night out, Lando and you can't wait to go home and get your hands on each other

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, a bit kinky, Lando and the reader being switches, tying up only for a few moments

A/N: did I come up with this while sitting on a pile of requests? Absolutely, but hear me out. When I saw Lando that night out in Mexico I just couldn't resist. He's a walking inspiration. This is the piece I've put my whole being into, please leave me some feedback and don't let it flop ♡

The clear sky was a deep cobalt blue and the stars were twinkling like a million tiny fireflies. The air was cool and still, a gentle breeze rustling through, carrying the distinct smell of the city with it. The streetlamps were glowing, a mix of blues, pinks and greens while the hum of the traffic filled the air. In the distance, the city skyline glimmered with a hundred thousand windows, the tallest building reaching far into the sky. The air was alive with sound and light, the city exhaling its never ending energy.

Lando and you were in his car, heading towards the club. As you drove, the sultry voice of Lana Del Rey filled the car, the melodious tunes blending perfectly with the city's bright lights. Lando's eyes were fixed on the road, but you could feel his gaze on you from time to time. You wore a tight-fitting black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, your long hair cascading down your shoulders in loose waves. You knew you looked good, with your smoky eye makeup and red lipstick, and you could sense Lando's hunger growing with each passing moment.

As you stepped out of the car, the sound of thumping bass and raucous laughter hit you. The neon sign of the club flickered above you, illuminating the crowds of people waiting to get in. Taking your hand, Lando guided you inside. The smell of alcohol and perfume mixed together as soon as you walked in, with the music permeating every corner of the place.

Lando led you to the VIP section where the drinks flowed freely. You took a sip of your cocktail and let the alcohol warm your body. Lando leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want to dance?"

Without hesitation, you took his hand and led him to the crowded dance floor. The beat of the music pulsed through your body, and you lost yourself in the rhythm. Lando's hands gripped your hips as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your neck. You could feel the heat between you growing, and your body responded in kind.

It was as though the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just you and Lando to revel in each other's company. As the music changed to a slower, sensual beat, Lando's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves. You could feel his hard muscles pressed against you, the heat of his body making you gasp.

Lando's lips found yours, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your body tingled with desire as you felt his hands sliding down to your thighs, pulling you up against him. The music was the only thing keeping you grounded, the rhythm pulsing through you, guiding your movements.

As the song came to an end, Lando leaned down and whispered in your ear “I can’t wait to take you home.”

You smiled and ran a thumb over his bottom lip, removing a red smudge from your lipstick.

"I can't wait either," you replied, your voice thick with desire.

Lando's eyes darkened, and he took your hand, leading you back to the VIP section. The alcohol had gone to your head, but you didn't care. Tonight was about letting go and having fun.

Once you were back at the table, Lando ordered another round of drinks. As you waited, his hand snaked up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

The drinks arrived, and you downed yours in one gulp, feeling its warmth spreading through your body. Lando's hand moved higher up your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Loud music drowned out your moan, feeling the heat between your legs growing.

“Lando,” you stained his neck. “Take me home.”

His jaw clenched at the tone of your voice and hand on your thigh grasped you tighter. Without hesitating, Lando beckoned for the bill, paid with a black card and led you out of the club, his hand gripping yours. You headed quickly to the car, your heels clicking against the pavement. You giggled as you got into the passenger seat, feeling lightheaded from the alcohol.

Lando's car rolled into the underground parking lot, the tires squealing slightly as he pulled up to your place. He turned off the car, but left the engine running. Leaning over he pulled you close, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands trailed up your dress, edging it up until it clung to the tops of your legs. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers slide up your inner thighs, pushing aside the lace of your panties.

You pulled away, your body throbbing in desire. "Not here," you gasped. "And the elevator is too small..."

Lando grinned, his teeth gleaming in the darkness. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, circling around to your door. He opened it and pulled you out, taking you into his arms. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your leg, indicating he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

He pulled you away from the car slowly, guiding you towards the elevators. You stepped inside, and he hit the button for the penthouse. The doors slid shut and the elevator began to climb. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in short gasps as you felt Lando's hands on your hips. He kissed you hard, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue. His fingers trailed down your neck, dipping into the top of your dress to caress your breasts. You moaned softly, feeling heat radiate from between your legs.

The elevator came to a stop and Lando looked deeply into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours in a final kiss that left you breathless. You were the first to leave the elevator, making your way to the bedroom and taking your dress off as you went. Lando's eyes were focused on your body, taking in the sight of you as you stepped out of your heels.

“Like what you see?” you teased, holding only the top of the dress over your frame.

“More than you could possibly imagine.” Lando’s eyes took in your curves, and he lunged towards you, dragging you onto the bed beneath him. He began to kiss every inch of your naked skin, wrapping his lips around your nipples as he tore the dress off, and sliding his tongue across your stomach.

His hands glided up the back of your thighs, pulling you towards him. The heat of his breath against your thigh sent a shiver through your figure, and your pussy ached with need. He skillfully removed your thong, making you moan as he slid a finger inside of you, his mouth moving to your clit. He flicked the soft nub between his teeth, causing your body to writhe in pleasure. You whimpered as you felt his fingers slip deeper into you, moving in and out in time with his tongue.

You arched your back as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You were so close to coming, and Lando seemed to know exactly where to touch you. You gasped, feeling your whole being exploding in ecstasy. Lando brought you to the edge over and over again, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging him to stop.

Lando's hands trailed up your figure, caressing your breasts. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deep, his tongue exploring every crevice of yours. You could taste your own juices on his lips and tongue, and the heat between your legs began to burn once more. You slid your hand down Lando's sides and grasped his cock, starting to rub him over the pants.

He moaned into your mouth as you stroked him gently, the other hand yanking on the chains around his neck, pulling him deeper into your mouth. You parted your legs, inviting him in. He teased you, grinding and rubbing his hardness against you. You could feel his cock throbbing with desire, begging to be buried deep within you.

You used a moment of his carelessness to wrap your legs tight around him and flip you around. You straddled him, pinning his arms on each side of his head.

“You’re such a tease.” he bit into his lower lip to stop his smile from spreading, admiring your naked physique on top of him.

“I’m about to tease you a lot more.” you said as you pushed your hips forward.

You buried your head into his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. You let go of his wrists -which he didn’t even bother moving- and unbuttoned his black shirt, your lipstick kisses marking every inch of toned skin. Removing the shirt and tossing it aside, Lando raised his arms above his head, giving you enough access to his chest. His muscles were firm and strong, and it made you ache for more. Kissing his upper body tenderly, you covered his collarbones in your lips’ red imprints. And every freckle and birthmark was kissed in a perfect heart-shaped pattern.

Lando groaned as you wrapped your hands around his torso and slid your pussy up and down his denim jeans. The fabric was so thin it made it easy for you to feel his hard cock pressing against you, begging for release. You let your lips graze his neck, your breasts pressed up against his bare chest. He started to move, thrusting his hips towards yours. The heat between you was undeniable, and you could tell he was holding back as much as you were.

You sat up, gazing into his eyes as you ran your hands down his abdomen. Reaching down and undoing his belt, you pulled it out from its loops. You wrapped the leather around his wrists, and pulled him towards the bedpost. You bit your lip, watching his body tug against the restraint, his muscles straining against the leather. You ran your hand over his dick, feeling it throb between your fingers.

“I want you to know who owns you.” you whispered, wrapping the other end of the belt around the bedpost. He was your prisoner, and you were his captor.

He watched you, his expression unreadable. You placed a final kiss on his lips and slid down his body, freeing his cock from its confines, squeezing it firmly. He groaned as he felt the leather holding him back when he reached for you. You ran your hand up and down, squeezing tighter with each pass. He let out a moan, and you stopped suddenly.

“No. Don’t stop.” Lando whined, his voice curling around you.

“You want me to stop?” you bit your lip, grinding into him.

“No!” he said, his voice cracking. “Please, don’t stop.” he panted.

You looked up at him, giving him a mischievous smile before sliding your hot mouth over his hard cock. He moaned, instantly forgetting about his hands being tied up. You pressed your lips tight, your tongue swirling around his tip. He cursed softly under his breath, enjoying the sensation. You took him all the way in, letting your lips swallow his hot, firm cock, moaning as you hit the back of your throat.

Lando pulled at the belt, trying to free his hands as you took him deeper, sucking harder. He moaned, the pleasure choking his words. You slid your mouth off his cock and gave the tip a few kisses. Locking eyes with him, you glided your mouth over his cock once more, this time faster.

You let your hands skim over his thighs, gripping hard as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you pulled away, looking up at him. He looked back at you, with a wide eyed expression.

“Please, don’t stop.” he begged again, leaning his head back against the bed.

You gripped his cock, running your tongue over the shaft. You circled the tip with it, tasting the sweet flavor of his desire as it dripped from him. You felt the cool air caress the wetness that lingered around your lips.

“Please.” he whispered again.

You reached up and undid the belt around his wrists. You let him free his hands, and he wrapped one around your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he let the other roam down your back. He drew you towards him, reaching down to cup your hot pussy. His fingers explored your lips before moving to your clit, rubbing softly. He nudged your body towards the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply, his lips dancing across yours and chains clinking with every motion.

The heat of his body against yours made you ache even more as you felt the wetness between your legs. You wanted him so bad you could taste it.

“Please, I want you.” you moaned.

“Please what?” it was his turn to tease you.

“I want you so bad.” you let your fingers trace down his chest.

“That’s right. Beg for it.” he relished in your neediness.

“Please, fuck me.” you said, your voice high pitched and out of control. “Please, fuck me right now.”

He slid his hand across your body, taking your hand, and pressed it against the bed. He stared into your eyes, his hand holding yours. You knew he wanted you to beg more, but you wouldn’t let him have it. You bit your lip, and his green eyes narrowed. He freed your hand, guiding it with his own, nipping at your lip and kissing it gently.

You smiled at him, and his grip tightened. He teased you, gliding his body over yours. The feel of his hard cock pressing against you only drove your desire for him higher. You moaned as you felt it go over your clit, sending shivers through you. You wrapped your legs tight around him, wanting to feel him all the way inside you.

Lando stared into your eyes, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. He let go of your hand and moved from your mouth to your neck. Your breath caught as he continued trailing kisses along your throat and shoulders. He suckled your sensitive skin, and your nails slid across his bare back, making him hiss in response as you dug them into his flesh, leaving red lines.

His lips found your breast, and his tongue swept over your hardened nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it, sending shocks of pleasure through you as you felt him kneading it with his lips. You bit down on your lower lip to stifle the moan that rose in your throat. His teeth grazed against the sensitive bud, and you gasped, your back arching involuntarily in response.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered into your ear.

He encircled your legs with his arms and you embraced him in return, squeezing your thighs around his waist. His lips crashed against yours, passionately expressing the feelings that had been building up between the two of you for far too long. And when he pressed himself into you, it was clear that he'd been yearning for this as much as you were.

Lando moved his hips, grinding into you. You felt him moving deeper inside you, and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled his hips back and slammed them forward again. Your body moved back and forth, as he thrust into you again and again. He rubbed your clit, and you felt the tingles building inside you, the soft waves radiating out from your hips. You whimpered, as you felt it building up, closer and closer.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he grunted as he thrust into you again, and your body tightened, shaking against him. You broke away from his kiss, your eyes closed and head thrown back. You bit your lip, sustaining a scream, letting out a deep moan instead, waves crashing up against you again.

He leaned back, thrusting his hips harder, and fingers pressing against your clit. Your hips ground against him, meeting each desperate thrust. You were lost in a sea of pleasure, your head spinning. You took him deeper inside you, grinding against him as your body shook.

The waves crashed into you, and you felt them rippling through your body, waves of pleasure that you could do nothing but ride out. Your moans were loud, and you didn’t even care. He thrust into you, over and over, your moans mixing together. You felt the last of the pleasure wash over you, your body rendered boneless.

“You’re mine.” his chains dangled over you as he leaned to whisper into your ear.

They landed in your mouth, your teeth tugging on them, urging him to begin thrusting again, to move with you as you rode out the last of the waves. Your body felt less sensitive, but he just felt so good. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tight. You moaned, meeting his thrusts as he started to move quicker and faster. He felt the heat between your legs as you felt him twitch, and you moaned again, pressing your lips into his shoulder.

“You ready?” he said, his voice hoarse.

You felt the warmth spread through you, and your pussy tightened, trying to squeeze his cock. His moans increased as his hips quickened their tempo. You sucked on his neck, licking over his collar bone, all your previous artwork smudged. He bit down on your shoulder, and grew even more aroused. The heat inside you intensified, your hips moving wildly in sync with his.

He pounded into you, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You could feel yourself panting more rapidly as the intensity of the moment began reaching a boiling point, your moans increasing in volume with every stroke.

You heard him grunt, his cock twitching inside you. Your pussy squeezed him, and he groaned. You kissed him, hard, and he broke away from you. He stared into your eyes, his forehead touching yours as sweat glistened on his skin. You whimpered, and his eyes closed, mouth soundlessly hanging open.

He thrust into you one last time, his cock quivering deep inside you. You felt the warmth fill you up, and you moaned out. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt yourself slowly drifting back to reality.

Lando collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapped around you, making you fit inside him, feeling his hot breath against your cheek. You felt your body shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm. You could feel his cock still jerking slightly inside you, causing soft moans to escape you as you came down from your high.

He rolled off you and gathered you in his arms, pulling you close. You let out a sigh of contentment as he caressed your arm and pressed his lips against your forehead. He looked into your eyes, the love evident on his face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You smiled and ran your hand through his sweat dampened curls, feeling warmth fill your heart. You touched his face with both hands, gazing into his eyes.

“I love you too," you whispered back before the sound of his steady heart beat lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Polar opposite

Jake Sully x female human reader x Tonowari

Summary: There’s no plot. Just two dilfs working together.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, mmf threesome, oral, fingering, heavy size kink, belly bulge, praise kink 🤝🏻 degradation kink, unprotected sex, creampie, interspecies sex, squirting, overstimulation, … I’m gonna stop now it’s just porn without plot lol

Notes: I don’t think i will ever get to see the gates of heaven after this 😂

You don’t know how you got yourself into this position. Trapped between two of the tallest Na‘vi you’ve ever seen. Two powerful olo'eyktan, one of the Metkayina and one of the Omatikaya.

With your back pressed against his board chest, you’re neatly seated in the lap of Tonowari. The gentle chief is holding your small wrists in his big hands. His breathe is hot against your skin, whispering praises and soft words into your ear that make your stomach flutter. "That’s right, little human", he chuckles lowly and a gasp leaves your lips, "Relax, we‘ll take care of you."

Kneeling between your legs, and with his mouth busy sucking hickeys onto the soft skin on your breasts, was Jake. He bites and nibbles on a nipple and you can’t help but whimper. For how much longer were they planning to torture you like this?

You want to clench your thighs together for some friction, but Jakes strong hands keep them apart. He tsks, "If you keep trying that one more time, I won’t let you cum at all. Understood?" You yelp when he pinches your nipple and the sound makes his cock throb. "Y-Yes, sir!" Behind your back, Tonowari chuckles. "I told you not to make him mad. Now show him how good you can be and you‘ll get what you want, okay?" You can feel him shift and suddenly your wrists are no longer held by his hands. But in return he grabs your thighs. From the underside of your knees he holds your legs and bends them slightly up. It’s like he’s presenting you to Jake. Said Na‘vi licks his lips as his eyes travels further down on your body. With nothing to cover yourself from his hungry gaze, you squirm. "Fuck, look at that", Jake groans as he swipes a finger through your folds, gathering your slickness and then holding it up for you and Tonowari to see. A thin string of your juices connect his thumb and index finger. "She’s so wet already", he chuckles and the embarrassment makes your cheeks light up bright red. "You’ve been teasing her for quiet a while now", Tonowari adds to your defense, with a kiss to your temple.

Jake rolls his eyes at that, but finally gives in. His kisses travel lower this time, trailing his tongue over your breasts before dragging it through a trail of shimmering saliva down your navel toward your crotch. You arch your back, hips desperately bucking to meet his lips.

"Thought I told you not to move, didn’t I?", Jake says and bites down at the plush flesh of your inner thighs. You groan, eyes teary and nod, "Sorry Sir…"

Tonowari can’t help the swell of his heart at having such a good girl for him, and gently kisses your cheek.

“You’ll be good for us and keep your thighs spread, right? You won’t move until we‘ll tell you to.” He keeps his tone low and steady, to ease your worries, to comfort you, his precious girl. He would let you cum, you just had to be patient. “Y-yes I‘ll be good", you mumble, letting your head fall back against his chest.

“Good girl,” he purrs. "Stop spoiling her", Jake tells him, before he lowers his head between your thighs again.

With his thumbs, he spreads your lips apart and groans at the sight. "Must be my lucky fucking day", he voices his thoughts out loud. Your clit comes into view, swollen and neglected, just before Jake closes his lips around it and you moan. He sucks, rolls it in his mouth, kisses it loud enough, that if someone was standing in front of their marui pod, they would hear that the olo'eyktan‘s were very busy right now.

You made them go crazy. Moaning nonstop, loud and unending. “Fuck, Jake, fuck—” You desperately try not to move and rock your hips against his face while Tonowari’s grip on your legs tightens even more. “How are you so good at this? Fuck— I’m going to cum, Jake I‘m—”

Jake chuckles between your thighs, as if you just told him a joke. His voice is muffled, pressed against your cunt, “No, you won’t. Not yet.”

“But I gotta— shit, please I, I can’t I‘m–”

“No,” the tall Na‘vi in front of you says and then proceeds to drag his tongue from your entrance back to your clit. Tonowari can feel a physical shiver running through you. Your body is seized by a wave of what he could only assume was the best orgasm of your life, spasming and shaking nonstop as your hips jerk forward.

To everyone’s surprise, Jake keeps going. He sucks on your clit particularly hard before finally pulling back and wiping your juice from his chin.

"Hm, I see. So we’re disobeying direct orders now, huh?" Jake tilts his head and rises back to his full height. You swallow thickly and Tonowari shakes his head, almost as if he’s disappointment in you. You want to apologize but Jake is quick to cut you off.

"Since you wanted to come so bad, we‘ll give you exactly what you asked for. But I don’t want to hear you cry about it later, sweetheart."

While Jake unties his loincloth, you can feel Tonowari sneak a hand from under your leg to between your thighs. He coats his digits in your slickness and rubs lazy circles over your clit, causing your legs to twitch. You’re still very sensitive from your previous orgasm. "Tonowari", you sigh his name but it quickly turns into a moan when he slides one of his fingers inside you. You gasp when he immediately pushes a second one inside and he chuckles. "Think you can take him, tiny human?", he asks and your eyes are back on Jake, right when his loincloth falls to the ground. He’s thick, rippled with vein and taut, blue flesh. His dick twitches in the air, angry and swollen and wet. There’s a long string of pre-cum hanging from the tip and Jake catches it on his thumb. You stick out your tongue, much to his satisfaction, and he cleans his thumb there, giving you a taste of his salty pre.

Meanwhile, Tonowari curls his fingers inside you just right– hitting that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "She’s already fucked out from just your fingers", Jakes muses and gives a lazy stroke to his shaft, using the salvia on his thumb as lubricant.

"I-I can", you protest weakly, "I can take him."

Tonowaris chest swells with pride at your words.

"Now would you look at that. She’s so eager to please, such a good girl", he praises and you can’t help but smile at his words. Slowly, he retreats his fingers from between your thighs and you whine at the loss, the sudden emptiness makes you shudder. But instead of just brushing his slick covered fingers off somewhere, Tonowari sticks them in his mouth, licking them clean. Your eyes widen and he groans at the sweet taste of you.

"Are you that desperate to get your holes filled, cupcake?" Jakes words make your eyes fly right back up to him. He‘s moved closer to stand between your spread legs. When you don’t respond right away, he uses his cock and gently slaps it against your clit a few times. "F-Fuck– i mean yes, yes sir", you rush out quickly and Jake approves with a low hum. He then proceeds to slide his dick through your folds, covers it in your slickness. When he feels it’s enough, he prods the tip at your entrance.

Before you can even inhale a breath, a thick-headed cock is trying to push its way inside your cunt.

Jake‘s stretching you oh so slowly and you whimper, cursing under your breath. It’s on the borderline of being painful, dancing on a knifes edge, but it’s also devastatingly perfect. With each passing second, you can feel yourself being forced open, further than you ever thought was possible.

But Jakes is impatient. His length is never-ending. Just when you thought he’s nearly all the way inside, you glance down and see he’s only halfway there.

Holy fuck. He’s huge.

"Shit–", Jake visibly shudders once he’s fully seated inside the warmth of your cunt, "How are you so god damn tight?" Something in his facial expression changes, another tad darker than it was previously. Snapping his hips forward, you moan out loud. Each pounding thrust he gives you knocks the very air from your lungs and you can feel yourself tightening even more. He fucks into you merciless, groaning whenever the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. The size difference between you and them is incredible, so it’s no surprise you can literally see him move inside you. The little bulge on your lower abdomen moves with every thrust of his hips and neither of you seem to be able to take your eyes off of it.

While Jake seemingly aims to fuck the very soul out of you, Tonowari sneaks one of his hands back to your front, feeling for your clit. Once found, he starts to rub small circles over the little bundle of nerves and you gasp.

“She’s so cute, isn’t she?” Jake grins as you squirm under Tonowaris touch.

“I wish I could see her face", the olo’eyktan chuckles and his hot breath ghosts over your ear, "She must be making some interesting expressions.” Jakes hips are slapping against yours and the sounds they form is music to their ears.

“Oh yeah,” Jake replies with a groan, "Looks like she’s about to come again." And he’s right. You can feel the familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core. Tonowari then pinches your clit, rolls it between his thumb and index finger and you whine and brabble nonsense to them as you feel that tension build and build and then it snaps. Your toes curl and you squeeze around Jakes cock– so much, that he has trouble pulling out and slamming himself back in.

"Fucking hell", Jake moans as you gush around his cock, your slick spurts forth and coats his lower abdomen and the sounds of his hips meeting yours are obscene, slopping wet. "Looks like we’ve got ourselves a squirter!" But he doesn’t stop there, if anything, his pace even starts to increase. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as he fucks into you hard and fast, with this big, shit eating grin on his face. "C‘mon, princess, give me another", he chuckles. "Can’t, I can’t! Please, Jak– sir! Oh my g– It’s too much", you cry out but Jake won’t slow down. With Tonowari still circling your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that familiar knot tighten, almost painfully so. "You can", he says lowly, "I know you can, baby, I wouldn’t ask you to if you couldn’t."

And you know he’s right. Because in that exact moment, you come. You come harder than ever before, with a silent scream and nails digging into Tonowaris arms. Its not until your pleading for them to stop, completely overstimulated, with your legs twitching and tears rolling down your cheeks, that Jakes rhythm finally starts to falter. He plunges into you, one, two, three more times and then comes with a groan of your name, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He fills you with his cum, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel it leak out and dribble down onto to floor.

By the time Tonowari retreats his hand from between your thighs, it’s soaking wet, glistening from your juices and he doesn’t even hesitate to push his digits past your lips. You taste yourself on his fingers, let your tongue swirl around them as he watches you, mesmerized. "You did so well for him, such a good little human", he praises and then turns his attention to Jake, "Hold her. I want so see her face."

It takes the mighty Toruk Makto a few seconds before his senses are back and he’s fully capable of thinking straighten again, but he’s quick to comply. You whine when he pulls out and more of his release seeps out. Tonowari then maneuvers your limp body, turns you so Jake can hold you up in the air, with your legs spread wide over his strong arms. For a moment you don’t know what to do with you hands but you quickly settle to hold tight onto Jake. "Easy, girl", he coos, his chin coming to rest onto your shoulder so he can see better, "I won’t drop you." You believe him without a doubt. Those guys are easily ten feet tall, all muscles and strength- there was no way you would slip out of their hold.

When Tonowari rises to his full height before you, you can’t help but whimper as your cunt instinctively clenches around nothing. One of his hands comes to settle on your thighs, holds your leg firm below your knee as he lines up his cock with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to brace yourself for the stretch that’s about to come but then his other hand finds your chin. He tilts your head up and tsks, "Look at me. I said I want to see your face, little human." You do as your told, looking up at him through your thick lashes and then he starts pushing the tip in. It’s enough to make you moan, your mouth falls open and he stretches you further. It’s a good thing that Jakes cum, combined with your own slickness makes things a little easier. You’re still tight, but not as much as before. Your soft, wet walls greet him hungrily, swallows him up like you didn’t just came.

Without warning, he snaps his hips and pushes his cock all the way inside you.

"Oh my fucking god–", you whine once Tonowari has fully bottomed out. Your body is barely ready for the size of him, the inhuman stretch making your eyes roll all the way into your head.

He barely gives you any time to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before roughly pounding back in.

"Look at her", Tonowari praises with a low grunt, "So tiny but she’s taking me so well, all the way up to her cute belly." With a hand on your stomach, he feels himself inside you -in and out, in and out.

God it feels so good. You feel so full. You love the burn of it, the feel of something large forcing itself into your body. It was one thing to like big cock, to fantasize, it was another to be roughly impaled on one in reality.

And fuck did you love the reality.

Better adjusted now, your body welcomes him with every snap of his hips. Tonowari sets up a brutal rhythm, pistoning in and out of your body roughly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot at just the right angle. "I-I‘m close", you’re moaning shamelessly now, not a care about whoever might hear you, "Gonna come, gonna come again, Tonowari– fuck!"

You clench your inner walls around him as you do, almost choking on your words. Vaguely, you feel yourself leak more and more of your slickness, until it drips onto the floor with a splash. "That so hot, fuck– Cupcake, I didn’t know you had that in you", Jake groans at the sight, adjusting his grip on your legs to spread them even wider.

You flex your inner walls, squeezing Tonowaris cock even more until you feel him tremble with the change, moaning and his gaze entirely fixed on where you are joined. He stutters, his movements jerky and you know he’s about to come. You try your best to keep your eyes open, not daring to miss the look on his face when he does. His mouth is slightly agape, eyes half lidded as they land on yours and with one last thrust he stills inside you. His cum is hot and sticky and you can feel it fill you up, with his tip pressed tight against your cervix.

Tonowari chuckles softly as he pulls his hips back, slowly, letting you feel every inch until only the swollen tip rests inside you. He brushes a stray strand of hair clinging to your sweat slicked skin out of your face and kisses your lips as a distraction, before he pulls out entirely. You whine and your legs quiver in Jakes hold. "Good girl, just breathe", Jake whispers, "Gonna let you down now, okay? Can you stand?" Weakly, you give him a nod and then he gently places your feet on the ground.

You have to steady yourself, with a one hand on each of their stretched out arms. Your legs feel like jelly, cunt leaking all of your combined juices and you already feel the pleasant ache spreading between your legs. You’re so busy trying to collect yourself again, that you completely miss the way the two olo’eyktan��s look at each other at the sight of you.

With a smug grin on his face, Jake bows down to your height and whispers into your ear, "Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. C‘mon don’t let me tell you twice." Your eyes widen at his words but you can’t help the smile forming in you lips. After all, that’s exactly what you’ve asked for.

"Y-yes sir."

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mskenway97 · 4 months

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Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

#sam writes #optimus prime #transformers #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #transformers x reader #robot x human #maccadam #maccadams #valveplug #transformers g/t #g/t #bayverse optimus prime #i wanted show this so long #i finally finished it #optimus #size difference

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 1 year

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Hii :^ can you do Zim and the Tallests x reader (platonic for both) where the reader is an alien, but like- an octoling from Splatoon 2? How would they react to their abilities and all? Basically headcannons T-T, i suck at explaining, but I'll do my best at listing what inks and octos can do in Splatoon, they have no bones and sharp teef, their body is mostly ink and skin membranes and can change ink/tentacle color at will, and what color their ink is, shows on their fingertips and the inside of their mouth also matches thier ink color, underwater bubbly assorted gibberish language, da small octopus swim form and the ability to just disappear in ink, and water also melts them, not burn but melt, and can travel through ink lol(you can pick the readers ink color and looks or leave it up to us to imagine) and as a bonus (optional) if the reader changes their ink color to match their eyes? Just to match them :> or funny moments when their explaining stuff from their planet, would they even understand them or learn how to? Or just listen to their gibberish and just be confused on what their saying? (Also i wonder if you can use an inklings face as a stress ball since they have no bone- just SQUEESH THEIR FACES) My name's 🕸️/Web

I already did something like this for Zim so I just left a link at the end ! ☆～（ゝ。∂）

Tallest Purple, Tallest Red and Zim x Octoling-alien!reader

Tallest Purple

★ First of all, he loves it when you change color. Do purple and he would be left swooning! And yes, he does get jealous (and pouty) when you change to red.

★ He actually likes turf wars and watches any that you participate in. Even goes as far as commissioning irks finest engineers to develop a custom weapon for you to use on the field. Does not participate in them though.

★ Tells you to not don't bite him! Don't know why he felt the need to tell you, but those teeth look like they can do some serious damage. Plus he'd be beyond embarrassed (by Red) if he had to get medical treatment for it...

Tallest Red

★ He's seen lots of different aliens in his time ruling Irk so this isn't very surprising to him. He isn't used to your gibberish sounding language so he keeps his universal translator on to communicate.

★ Turf wars? Yea he doesn't like them at first and doesn't get why you like them. He thinks they are way too messy and seem kinda dumb. The only part he really likes is the history behind them.

★ Considering that your body is mostly ink, disappearing into it kinda freezes him out. How dose it work? Why don't you disappear into ink forever?? Can you do this for other liquids???

Zim:

#🕸️ anon #🦑 anon #invader zim #invader zim tallest #almighty tallest purple #almighty tallest red #tallest purple #tallest Red #almighty tallest #tallest Purple x reader #tallest red x reader #tallest x reader #invader zim x reader

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Listen to the Rage Call | Sekido

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warnings ✩° : 18+ smut, face fucking, blow job, heavy cursing, manhandling, degrading, mentions of murder, size difference, mind breaking, fucking a demon, brat taming, consensual, bit of fluff at the end.

pairing ✩° : sekido x fem hashira!reader

premise ✩° : after escaping the fourth upper moon hantengu, you find yourself running up a mountain just to live to see another day. Unluckily, the clone that emerges from hantengu is the most angry one, who won’t let up.

word count ✩° : 4.4k

authors note ✩° : working on my smut writing skills, lmk how i did please!! anyways look for the next one soon to come...

©kaicubus do not steal

part one here!

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Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked angry. Angrier than usual. Too angry for the other demon to be capable of even feeling. His red eyes were far more worse than blood shot, appearing to be pools of endless, de-oxygenated blood. Was it really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?

You stare up at the demon, eyes darting all over his body. His intimidating height paired with his obviously strong build makes your head reel. If he really wanted to, he could snap you like a twig. At this rate, staring at him, you're convinced it’ll agitate him more, so you avert your eyes and back away.

It only takes a second before the demon suddenly appears right in front of you, pushing you back with a demonic force of lightning, forcing you down on your knees to try and cushion your fall.

If there was one thing you were known for as a nameless hashira, it was your ability to out run a demon. You were quick with your feet, and that came in handy right when you looked right into the demon’s piercing red eyes. Your heart drops and you look up quickly, grunting at the force of your landing, and dodging the demons next attack. Huffing and puffing, you run backwards, keeping your eyes on him as his seemingly endless stamina only brings him closer to you when he runs. At all times, he’s only two feet away, but you keep running. Nothing matters more than living right now. But looking at him felt like death.

You weave back and forth, jumping over and below his electric attacks and try your best to swing at him with your nichirin blade, only managing to trim the frayed edges of his wavy, dusky locks. The demon roars angrily and speeds up, now one foot away from you. Your heart pounds inside your throat.

You don’t even notice, but in the midst of his chase, you two have seemed to have ended up right on the rocky platform of a flat area of one of te tallest mountains surrounding Hantengu’s lair. Only then, when you realize, do you stop running to catch your breath. Without breaking eye contact, you draw your sword and grip onto the handle, ready to face him head on. Now, the demon looks at you this time. It doesn’t take more than a second for him to get pissed off once again, making him roar out in rage.

The sound of his demonic cry causes you to fall back and hit the ground, landing right on your knees and on a few sharp pebbles. You wince, but inevitably you try to stand up.

It’s no use. He roars again and the force is enough to keep you on the ground this time.

As soon as you hit the ground, you close your eyes on impact, but when you open them, the tall, looming figure towers over you like a skyscraper, invading your vision. A really, angry skyscraper. In a panic, you pull out your sword and try to make use of it. Your shaky hands tremble more as a flash of burning, crimson red flashes at you, causing you to drop your sword. You barely have time to think before the figure lifts it’s foot and stomps directly on top of your sword, snapping it in half like a wooden pencil. That’s when it hits you.

This demon is going to kill you. You don’t even have a chance. You’re going to die. You’re not ready to die.

Preparing for the worse, you close your eyes again, in fear of what you’ll see when the moonlight casting above reveals what hideous monster will have the pleasure of taking your life. But instead, nothing happens.

Your brow quivers at the lack of anything coming your way, so you open your eyes to see your opponent standing only a few feet away from you. Just as you’d feared, he was strong. Built almost as if he were carved from sealed oak wood by Muzan himself, everything from his wide, protruding horns down to his thick calves had ‘killer demon’ written all over them. You don’t look away from the demon’s raven-like hair and instead lock eyes with him, his carnelian colored orbs staring directly into yours, eyelids pulled back into a furious squint along with a curved lip and crinkled chin. His frown makes all the hair on your body stand. For some reason, not all of it was from fear.

Without a sword to defend yourself, you resort to a rock, throwing it at the demon pathetically. It hits his knee, only managing to bounce back to you as if it were made of rubber in comparison to his stocky build.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” The demon says, “You're fucking joking. YOU! They sent YOU of all people to kill ME? HA! Holy shit.” His voice booms louder than anything you've ever heard before, piercing through the sound barrier as he leans his head forward in disbelief, “You're the one who found me, ran away from me, and is now challenging me with a fucking broken sword? Now what? Just like your sword, you'll break and be replaced. So what’s the use?”

“W-Who’re you supposed you be?” Your voice trembles uncontrollably.

“Who...who am I? WHO AM I?” The demon growls and steps forward, “I, am the demon who’s going to kill the hashira standing helplessly on her knees in front of me. You have no right to belittle me with your meaningless questions.”

“I meant, your name. Asshole.”

The demon and pauses, eyes squinting and looking directly at you. His angered expression only heightening as the thought of his name being unknown plagues his mind. “Sekido.” He sighs and steam hisses out from his nose, resembling an angry bull as he looks down at you, “You came all this way to find me, right? How could you not know my fucking name?!” Sekido stomps the bottom of his zori into the mountain’s surface, shaking the ground beneath the both of you. Rocks rumble upwards and jiggle in the air for a moment before he slams his foot back down, letting them crash against the rest of the stone.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind and you confidently move towards him.

“Don’t blame me if no one knows your insignificant name. Maybe I don’t know you and you certainly don't know me and what I’m capable of.”

Sekido’s eye twitches, “And who are you supposed to be, brat?”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You smile.

“I hate useless humans who waste my time, but most importantly I hate meaningless humans who insult me. I’ll make your death quick so I don’t have to deal with your jokes.”

If you played your cards right, purposefully pushing Sekido into anger with childlike taunts would distract him enough so you can behead him. It could work, but it also has a possibility of severely backfiring and making your death come sooner, but without a sword to defend yourself, you were left with one option and that was being a brat. After all, he constantly looks like he’s on the verge of being blown over, so a small insult would definitely do the trick. “Who said I was joking? You really are like that weak one I killed before. Hantengu. You really are his clone, huh? Like a child, stomping when someone points out one of your obvious flaws.”

"Obvious flaws?” Sekido huffs again, blowing even more steam out of his nose, “You're one to talk! Look at you! You're just a stupid human! And don’t compare me to that scum! He’s worthless and nothing like me, no where near as powerful as me!”

You laugh, “A stupid human? What are you, four? Give me a better insult and maybe I’ll think of something good to say about you.” It was working. “I can’t really find anything. I mean, you're talking about how I’m meaningless, when clearly, no one has really bothered to find you, have they? You’re just a hot headed low class demon, who’s getting pissed off because I don’t know him.”

“SHUT UP!” Sekido scowls and closes the distance between you, “Humans like you are really the worst. Demon slayer my ass, the only thing you have is just a really big fucking mouth. Maybe I need to shut that up for you.”

“Huh?” You blink and let your shoulders down. That’s when Sekido steps forward, closer than ever, and grins. The shadows of his face only make him look scarier. There’s a pause between the look he gives you that runs a shiver down your spine and when his claw-like fingers stab into the side of his waist.

Without saying another word, Sekido pulls down his hakima pants down past his hips and you watch his dick spring out in front of you. He’s a demon, but his dick is no doubt human. Veins run up and down his shaft, decorating the sides of his length with ridges and lines. Your eyes bulge owlishly at size of his length. Of course, Sekido was huge. He towers over you so easily, but you can’t help but be a little shocked at how his height transferred to the size of his cock, especially with the slight curve it has.

“U-Uh...this is not what I expected...when you said you were going to shut my mouth for me...” You swallow and blink up at him, “I thought you meant like...slicing my throat or something.”

“Do you know how inconvenient that is? Killing you is more tedious. Then again, I would really hate if you got out of this without a good enough punishment for wasting my fucking time. Don’t think for a second I didn’t notice what you were trying to do. You think I’m stupid huh? Is that it?” Sekido huffs, “Unless you want to be killed, you’ll do what you wanted, yeah?”

Left with no other choice, you give him the nod of your approval and glance up at the demon’s length, just another reminder of what you've gotten yourself into. You gulp your nervousness down. There’s no way that much of him can fit inside your mouth; if you don’t die from his demonic strength alone, you're sure to see the light from the sheer girth of Sekido’s cock. Beads of sweat pool at the pores on your nose and between your brows, sitting helplessly and just staring at it. Before you even have a good idea on what’s really happening, your hand moves on its own and reaches for the base of it, bobbing his cock down closer to your face or at least down to your level. You can feel your mouth start to open, not ignoring how the silence between you grows louder and louder, the only other sound being your pounding heart bounce around your chest, jumping to your throat.

You kittenishly lick the head of his cock, collecting the small drop of precum on your tongue and swallowing, not wanting to over do it. He actually tastes better than you would've expected. He’s warm too. Like a furnace against your flat tongue, he instantly warms you up from the coldness of the stone pressing into your kneecaps and legs.

If he was going to stay quiet and still, you thought, maybe you can actually see yourself enjoying this. He’s not putting up a fight, after all, and neither are you.

You open your mouth and lick again, flicking your tongue over the slit of his head. Using your hands, you start pumping your fists around his member and open your mouth wide enough to engulf his width.

Despite all your intimate efforts, the demon shows no remorse and makes a disappointed, gruff sound, “Is that all you got? Stupid human, can’t even suck my dick right.“ Sekido scoffs angrily. You flash an annoyed ‘really?’ look at him, mouth stuffed with his long cock, already doing more than you'd bargained for. He doesn't give you time to react and instead, grabs the back of your head and shoves you down forward. The sudden change in strength causes you to cough, removing all air from your lungs and being quickly replaced by more of Sekido’s cock. The demon harnesses his claws deep onto the roots of your hair and bobs your head over his rigid cock, taking it upon himself to face fuck you furiously.

“You try to get out of death by trying to be a brat, when you don’t even know what the fuck you’re doing in the first place. If you’re going to do it, do it right and I wouldn't have to do all the work here.” Sekido says with a elongated frown, tilting his head down, pointing his horns down at you. You can feel his anger in the form of his grip on your head grow larger as he shoves you down to take more of him.

“MMH!” You instinctively think to pull away, now losing your breath quicker than ever, but you don’t. Instead, you struggle to take his cock as it hits the back of your throat, pumping down and inside of you. Embarrassment darkens your face as you start to realize that you actually quite enjoy his roughness—his man handling—and how fast he’s fucking his shaft into your mouth. You glance up at Sekido, meeting his furious closed eyes and arched frown, as he groans violently.

“Hah...That’s more my speed.” Sekido’s chest heaves. He uses his knuckles to pull at your hair again, reminding you of his claws well tangled into your hair, tightening his grip and making you wince out in pleasure. The pressure sends your mind reeling as quick, ‘schlk!’ noises make their way out of your mouth and whatever space Sekido’s cock doesn't fill. A bit of saliva leaks out of the corners of your lips and gives you the mobility of taking more of him, gulping down his member down. It doesn’t even matter how messy you look right now, you're convinced it’s his goal anyways. Your face is entirely red now. Red with embarrassment, red with the strain his hand has in your hair, and red with the glow of Sekido’s glare. He’s practically emitting the color.

“You’re so pathetic. Look at you. Can’t even take my cock in your fucking mouth, can you? How sad is that? Open more.” Sekido jeers angrily, bucking his hips forward to bury himself deeper in your throat. Every snap of his hips sends your body convulsing harder, your legs trembling now with nothing but pure arousal, the space in between them starting to pool with slick.

You gag when he pushes you further down his curved cock, forced to swallow more of his length to even get a chance to breathe. Even with calming down and loosening your jaw, he’s still so big. Tears collect on your lashes when you try to keep out, yet still loving the head reeling feeling of how he’s basically using your mouth like a sleeve for his own pleasure. It’s fucked up, but you don’t care.

Sekido pushes your head down as far as possible, watching your nose press against the front of his pelvis and holds you down until your throat begins to tighten, desperate for release and a chance to breathe. True to his nature, Sekido doesn't let up. With the upper hand he has, Sekido continues to slam his cock into your mouth again and again, relishing in the burning ecstasy the wetness of your tongue provides. He grunts deeper and more animalistcally with each thrust, chasing his release as he jerks into you furiously.

When you finally look up at him, eyes previously sealed shut with tears of ache, you see the rage demon grinning ear to ear, his red eyes flashing that same carnelian hue down at you through thin slits. You want to say something, anything to make him slow down, but it’s no use. Not even muffled groans or whimpers can make Sekido stop, instead they only make him go faster.

“Maybe you'll think twice before coming here and wasting my time, right human?” He gathers your hair in a balled fist and tugs your hair back, giving you a minute to breathe. You don’t even realize it when your head tosses itself back on instinct, coughing and gasping for air as you look up at him with drool and beads of sweat rolling down your face. Pleased for a little bit, Sekido’s lowly chuckles make you tremble, and only then do you realize that you need more of him.

“S-Sekido, what are you doing?” You shift closer to his legs and go back to pawing for his throbbing cock, soaked with your saliva.

“What? Do you want something?” His lip curls in annoyance, “Tch. Hard to believe you already miss me. Did you already get addicted to me or something?" His question makes you squirm out of how right he really is.

You don't even have the means to think, all you do is palm your way to your knees and go to reach for his dick again, practically hearing its screams to have it inside your mouth again. Or maybe that’s just you. Sekido notices your attempt and bats your hands away and shoves your head back, forcing you to look up at him and at the dark sky above. You’d forgotten what true night looks like for the time being, having only the darkness of your closed eyelids to stare at.

“The hell are you trying to do to me?” Sekido stretches you back and arches his pointed brows, “What ever it is you want, it’s not working and I’m not going to give it to you. It’s my life you want, right?” He bends down and lifts your chin up sharply, meeting his blood shot eyes with yours, “Hah? That’s it right?“

You shake your head. Unable to speak, you reach your hand out and feel your chest jump in response to his close proximity.

“I want you.” The words leave your rose-wet lips, more quickly than you’d hoped, but your message gets across regardless. With a laugh, Sekido steps back and clutches the base of his cock, pointing the twitching member at you with his head.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Feels good to have you not piss me off, right human? How do you feel now that you want this demon cock inside you?” He growls and smacks the stickiness of your saliva and his cum onto your bottom lip, “Answer right and I’ll give you what you want.”

Without hesitation, your voice slurs, “Feels so good. It feels so so so good, Seki...”

Pleased with your answer, he lifts his cock to your lips and enters slowly, allowing you to take him in all, agonizingly slow, forcing you to realize how much you want this, how much you love the taste of his dick inside of your mouth and just how full it makes you feel. You just can’t get enough. He wants you to realize that. That there's nothing better than him. The moment doesn't last too long though, Sekido gets impatient and parts your lips further with his width and buries himself back into you, his rightful place. You can’t help but mumble happily, closing your eyes and letting your hands rest on your empty lap.

It doesn’t take long before you relearn the motions around Sekido’s member and start to feel around all again, tongue licking all around the bulging veins of his warm cock. You swallow every bit of him down, feeling the demon tense up every now and then from how comfortable you've adjusted your throat to become, not even minding him snapping his hips against you. Little groans and half-breaths escape Sekido’s mouth, much to his displeasure, as he finds himself quickly start to tremble. The last thing he wants is for anyone to hear him in a vulnerable state, because to him, it’s shameful to indulge in the pleasure he’s being given. But how can he resist? The softness of your hot, pink tongue, warm walls of your mouth and tightness of your throat squeezing him dry, a deadly combination for a demon like him.

“Fuuuuck, yeah, just like that...” Sekido feeds off the sight of you, admiring your scraggly hair and bliss ridden expression, biting down on the corner of his lip so hard that he draws blood, just enough.

You pull back just a little and join your hand to the excess length of his cock as you start to pump up and down on his well drenched member. Focusing on his head mostly, your mouth encloses on the tip as you suckle on the firm, yet surprisingly smooth flesh and swirl the underside of your tongue on his sensitivity. “S-Shit, ah, right there. There! Fuck!” His hips start to convulse, overwhelmed with the little pressure you suck on his tip, now practically back down with your mouth half way down his cock, “That’s it...that’s what I want. Fuck you feel so good, hashira.” Sekido groans and curls his body down closer to yours, “Fuck!”

Your mouth softens around his shaft, swallowing to earn more room to take his size. It doesn’t take long before your head starts to spin even more, quickly getting dizzy off the feeling of Sekido thrashing into you with no remorse for someone like you. The weight of his hand crashes down on the top of your head and suddenly your mouth is ripped away from Sekido’s length, forcing you to look at it eye to eye. You stare at the seemingly blushed tip of his cock and feel your chest burn with a trembling sense of euphoria taking over any sensible thought you had left in your head. The stickiness of the tip of his head makes your throat buzz and you throw yourself back onto it, licking and slurping it back into its rightful place.

“That’s right, you can’t get enough can you? You can’t think with my fucking cock inside your pretty mouth, huh?” Sekido edges on, getting drunk off of the ‘glup’ sounds you make oh so perfectly for him. He bends down slightly and rests his palm on the side of your face, allowing you to open your eyes and look at him. But his softness only lasts for a second before he’s gripping tightly onto your cheeks, forcibly protruding your lips out.

“It pisses me off that you're so good at this. To think someones had you before me, infuriates me. Who else has had you before? Another hashira? A childhood friend? I’ll kill them so that I’m the only one who gets to have you.” He roars, now angrier than ever. With his anger taking over his senses, Sekido engulfs himself further into you, causing you to choke on his cock and gag on it. His pupils fill with the same red in the rest of his eyes and he groans again, his speed accelerating. You try to breathe through your nose, but it’s hard when Sekido won’t let you even do that. You squeeze your eyes shut and manage to suck harder, which seems to slow him down just a bit.

“Fuck!“ He groans and his cock starts to pulsate in your mouth. You look up at him again only to see him struggling. He laughs and throws his head back, “Fuck! Human, your mouth is so friggin’ tight. No wonder why you're so good, you've had practice haven't you? Just tell me who and I’ll devour them. I want you too—fuck! You're the only one I want, understand?!”

“Nngh~! Ahn...Ahh...Seki...” Your voice vibrates around his cock. When you thought it would never happen, it does. Sekido finally reaches his high and groans out loudly, gritting his teeth and letting out struggled grunts that escape through his sealed fangs in intervals.

“S-Shit! G-Gah!” He groans and leans his head back, releasing everything into you. Squeezing your eyes to the darkest black they’ve been, you feel Sekido’s hot cum spurt all the way to the back of your throat, filling you up within seconds. As he continues to shudder and hold onto you for support, he huffs hot air down onto your face, claws clenching harder and harder, practically biting into your scalp. You too take the opportunity to pant for air, guzzling down all of his sticky fluids right down to your stomach, instantly becoming full and warm-bellied.

“So messy. So fucking filthy.” Sekido grins, “That’s right, be a good slut and drink it all.”

Without a second thought, you close your eyes as tears of pleasure seep out and roll down your plump cheeks, and manage to guzzle down every single drop of Sekido’s essence without any leaking. The hot liquid only continues to spurt into your mouth, emptying his frustration all into you without letting up. So you continue swallowing, only occasionally coughing, until finally Sekido’s cock releases itself from your mouth. Heat instantly emerges from your throat and his member, twitching slightly from the attention it’s received. You peer up at Sekido, awaiting his reaction, and to your surprise, he looks less angry than before. Almost content with your work.

“H-Hah...that’s the first time you did something right tonight.” He tenderly pushes back your hair and smooths down all of the fly aways, mixing droplets of sweat down the roots of your hair. “If only you could see your face.” You stare up at Sekido with heavy eyes, a thin layer of tears sloshing around to the side which in turn, reveals slightly wet eyelashes clumped together.

You mumble incoherently and hug the black fabric that’s strapped around Sekido’s legs, rubbing your face on him in a daze. The demon scoffs and picks you up from his feet and holds you close to his chest, bridal style.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. It’s annoying how dirty you are. Come along now, stupid human.”

“Call me by my name, Sekido.” You huff deeply and hug the demon close.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, his scraggly raven-black hair swishing across his horns, “Never. Stupid human. Not as long as I have you.”

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eumppattv · 6 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | ot7 enha

pairing idol! enha x idol! reader genre ᩍ fluff warnings none ➜ masterlist enha permanent taglist here!! a/n: requests are open!

heeseung ☆ ⊹ ๑

this boy is actually so excited, even though he wouldn’t say it out loud. the members would find him smiling randomly through out the week. he was so excited to see you that he went to sleep early, wanting it to be the next day already. he wore his best outfit, sprayed his best cologne, and walked into the recording studio with confidence. he immediately saw you, and his cheeks got red- but he was playing it cool. he would definitely compliment you the whole time, with the biggest smirk.

jay ☆ ⊹ ๑

no one would be able to tell what he felt when they announced your collab. he was very serious, saying things like “yeah that’ll be good for us” or “they’re talented”- but with the straightest face ever. then heeseung let out a soft “they’re hot too” and jay lost it. he scolded heeseung about how he spoke about you, and how it’s disrespectful. whole time heeseung is like uhh don’t forget i’m older than you buddy. when you got to the studio, jay did not even look in your direction. he was so shy, but every time you sang he had the biggest smile on his face.

jake ☆ ⊹ ๑

he was so excited, he spent all night talking about what you would be like in person. sunghoon was so tired of him constantly talking about how amazing your voice was, and how he was so ready to meet you. jake even came up with the idea of bringing a present for you, and the members (knowing he had a crush on you), told him he should be the one to get it. so he pulled up to the studio with a nice little gift, and almost died when your hands brushed against his. he was blushing the whole time, and even had to excuse himself to the restroom to calm down.

sunghoon ☆ ⊹ ๑

similar to jay, he did not look in your direction. when he found out about the collab, he shut down on the inside. he was thinking about what to say, how to act, he was going crazy. but he kept it all inside, and decided to just be chill about it. the day of, his hands were so sweaty and he was extra quiet, to which the members took notice of. he would awkwardly greet you, then just stick around in the corner while you record. you would make a joke and he’d laugh, then he’d ask his members on the way home if he laughed too hard. just a straight up over-thinker.

sunoo ☆ ⊹ ๑

honestly seems to be the one to be able to hide it the most. i don’t think the members would even know he has a crush on you. he would definitely just strike up a conversation with you, and you’d seem like besties. while everyone else stays back, sunoo would be laughing with you, and i think you’d even exchange phone numbers by the end of the day. it’s only when they’re on the way back that he would blurt out a “y/n was so pretty right?” and he would be all red. everyone would be shocked, and immediately start questioning him.

jungwon ☆ ⊹ ๑

he had to go into leader mode when he got told, so he stayed quiet for the most part. then the night before he panicked, so he sat down with jay and basically confessed his feelings for you. jay encouraged him to just talk to you, because duh he was the leader so he’d have to anyways. then he got to the studio, and he was a little hesitant to walk in. but he did, and he shook your hand hoping you wouldn’t feel it shaking. he tried to talk to you, but he only ended up saying a couple words. before he left tho, he did tell you he would love to see you again, before he ran away.

ni-ki ☆ ⊹ ๑

he really just wants to disappear. he was so excited when he found out you’d be collabing with them, but he could not take the teasing from everyone. like jake, he would not stop talking about you, except he’s been doing it for months now. when he gets to the studio, he hides behind everyone- except he’s the tallest so you could clearly see him. he would be in awe, and forget to introduce himself. throughout the whole recording session, he’s just admiring you from afar. then jay told him it’s not polite to stare, so he didn’t look your way the rest of the day.

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zelphin124 · 5 months

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Killer x Y/N short story

One of the few short stories I will be writing. Requested by the wonderful @itsxroxannex as her honorable mention prize.

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I'm using an image from Bing Image Creator to help the readers visualize where they are at and who they are talking to. It's for visual purposes only, and I do not claim it.

Enjoy the story!

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The light from the sun bouncing off the rock hallways started to fade as the moon rose. The dripping from the ceiling had stopped, and monsters and humans started filling the tavern. It was supposed to be very busy tonight.

The tavern was underground, just below the surface life. Dartboards hung across the walls on various barrels. Small candles were lit beside them, either hanging from the ceiling or resting on uniquely carved tables. Carpets were strung across the floor, filled with old designs and symbols that the humans didn't understand, and the monsters refused to explain.

The bar itself looked like any other bar, but the counters were carved into the rocks and the drinks were stored within the earth. The tables were made from woven branches, and the chairs were also made from scattered parts of trees that were no longer needed elsewhere.

You weren't much for drinking. You had only come to the bar to talk with your friend, Shiro. Shiro ran the place during slow hours. Now that the night rush was coming, his co-workers came in to help him run the shift. He wouldn't have much time to talk anymore.

You started to pack your computer, flinging your bag over your shoulder. Shiro had told you of the many tales and tragedies that happen during the night rush, and you didn't want to stick around to become one of them.

"Leaving so soon?" Shiro asked as he wiped the table where you just sat. His baggy white hair fell over his face, and he smiled softly.

"You know how I am with crowds," you responded, hoping he would get the hint.

He didn't. "Well, surely it shouldn't be that busy tonight-"

He was cut off as three skeletons walked down the entrance stairs. It was apparent that they were some sort of gang, as they all wore the same-colored jacket, pants, and shoes. Each of them stood proudly as everyone went silent.

The tallest one had a large hole in his head, and his left eye was huge. It glowed red and barely made any movement when he looked around. He hunched over and had a large ax on his back. He never stopped smiling, which left an unhinged feeling in everyone who saw it.

The shortest one wore a hood over his head. His eyes glowed red, and one of them had a purple and blue tint to it. Unlike his tall counterpart, he never smiled. He glared at everyone who even dared to look at him. Monster ash covered his clothes, sparking fear in all who noticed.

The third one seemed the most normal of the group. His smile was contagious, and his extroverted personality always drew attention to him. Big black stripes dripped from his void eyes down to his neck. His coat was fluffier than the rest, and his soul wasn't hidden. It hung in front of his chest like a big red target. He twirled a knife in his hand before resting it by his side.

The Murder Time Trio, you recalled. You recognized each of their faces from wanted posters across the town. Working under Nightmare, they worked to harvest negativity.

The Star Sanses - rulers of this AU amongst many others - wanted to bring them to justice, but with all of the Sanses abilities to travel alternate universes, they were hard to track down.

You couldn't buy into the fact there were other worlds than your own. The only reason you believed it was the evidence before you; multiple versions of the same person taking different paths.

Shiro glanced over as the tavern filled with noise and music again. He rolled his eyes, grabbing a notepad and pen before walking over to the table they sat at.

The dart games began. Multiple people threw darts across the room to the targets. According to Shiro, this was how all the drama started. Someone would think a shot was unfair, and a fight would break out.

Deciding it wasn't the best idea to stay any longer, you weave through the crowd of monsters and humans trying to get to the bar to drink. You glanced at the table where the trio sat as they talked with Shiro. You pray they don't do anything to your friend.

As you stood between the dart targets, waiting for the round to be over, you eavesdrop on Shiro's conversation. He seemed bored, surprisingly.

"I'll have a margarita," the striped face one said.

"A big beer, please," Horror lowered his head.

"Think you can handle one of those again, Horror?" The striped face asked.

Horror didn't answer him. He waved his hand in dismissal to Shiro as he looked at the menu.

"I see," Shiro scribbled down the orders on his paper. "And for you, Dust?"

"Nothing," the hooded skeleton replied. "Someone has to be sober when Killer isn't."

"Hey, I would do just fine," Killer smirked. "I don't see you..."

The conversation faded out of hearing as shouts echoed across the tavern. Glancing behind you, you see a human and a monster arguing about who hit the target first as they shot their darts at the same time. The shouts almost frightened you, and you didn't think before stepping forward. Your goal was to get away from the chaos before more violence broke out. Maybe you shouldn't have come here, maybe it was a bad idea after all.

A dart flew towards your face.

You didn't have time to react before you were pulled off your feet, resting in the mercy of someone's arms as he caught the dart. "Woah darling, careful there," he sighed, his head turning toward the people who threw it.

You realize the man, or the skeleton that saved your head was Killer. His grip was firm around your waist from when he had pulled you away from the weapon. He dropped the dart and continued to glare at the monster that had thrown it.

The people playing the particular dart game went dead silent, all pointing to the person who threw the dart. He didn't seem to care. "Oh, come on, she walked in front of it! It's not my fault!"

"Pay attention to your surroundings more, mm?" Killer smirked, tilting his head. He turned towards you before the others could reply. "You too, cutie," he smirked, poking your nose. "Gotta be careful in places like these~"

His grip on your waist loosened as you backed up. A blush painted your face as you stared up at him. As your blush increased, so did his smile, making you blush more. The blood rushed to your face as you tried to cover your cheeks with your favorite-colored scarf.

"Do you seriously have to flirt with everyone you see, Killer?" Dust snapped, opening a deck of cards and flushing them across the table.

"Look at them, they're pretty!" Killer replied. "I didn't want them to get scratched by a silly dart!"

"Then they shouldn't be in a place like this," Horror rolled his eyes, glancing at the deck of cards Dust had started dealing.

Instant guilt washed over you. You didn't mean to cause any trouble, and Shiro was nowhere in sight to defend you. You gesture to Killer, thanking him for saving you before telling him you'll leave to not cause any more trouble.

Killer looked you up and down, smiling as his eyes made their way back to your face. "What's your name, Hun?" He smirks slyly.

You tell him your name, scratching your head in the process. One of the most wanted men in the multiverse was talking to you. In fact, he smiled when he looked at you. How could this be?

"Y/N, what a beautiful name," Killer takes a step closer to you, extending his hand. "You plan to get on out of here? I can make sure you get home safely."

You open your mouth to accept the offer but hesitate. He, along with his friends, were mass killers. It was obvious by the dust and blood across their clothes. Was he going to kill you? You had no idea.

If he was, then why would he go out of his way to pull you away from an incoming dart?

"Killer, you play or not?" Horror asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"Not now," Killer didn't take his eyes off you. "I wish to walk this lovely human home."

"Oh, can I come?" Horror smirked, his hand reaching for his ax.

Dust slapped his hand. "Not that kind of walk home," Dust rolled his eyes. "Look at him! His soul his turning into a heart! Pathetic, really."

Dust wasn't lying. Killer's soul had taken the form of an upside-down heart momentarily. You tilt your head in curiosity, surely that was a good sign.

"Hey!" The monster that had thrown the dart earlier shouted. "You broke my dart with your disgusting fingers!"

Killer raised his eyebrows as he shrugged. "Oops."

"That dart cost me hundreds of G!" He growled. "You're gonna pay for that!"

You felt Killer's hands run along your shoulders. "Time to go~" he whispered behind you.

As the monster tumbled near, he suddenly faded from sight. Everything vaporized into stripes as the underground tavern disappeared and was quickly replaced with the cool breeze of the surface.

The moon glimmered in the sky next to the stars as it shined down on the slightly paved street. There were no streetlights, but you could see the village in the distance. Fireflies glittered the sky along with the stars. There were a few trees and a river to cross, and the bridge over the river linked the road.

"Whew, that was close," Killer chuckled, letting go of you. He walked over to your side and smirked down at you. "Don't worry, he won't catch us now."

"Thank you," you sighed with a smile before walking toward the village.

Killer started to follow you. "Hey, I know we like, just met, right? This is a little crazy," he glanced down at the ground as he caught up to you. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he couldn't stop smiling. "But can I get your number?"

You widened your eyes, surprised. He really wanted your number after two minutes. Surely that couldn't be... This couldn't be happening, right? Wasn't that a red flag of some sort, and you, out of all people? You didn't see why someone as famous and as brave as him would pay attention-

You snapped back into reality, realizing that you had given him your phone, and he was already punching in his own number.

"Thanks, doll," Killer smiled to himself. "I didn't expect you to actually say yes. I'll fulfill my promise; let's get you home safely."

How the- you paused, unable to comprehend what just happened.

Despite the darkness and eerie noises surrounding you, you felt at peace. You couldn't help but wonder if that was because a skilled killer was by your side, ready to defend you if anything came your way. He made that clear with his actions at the tavern.

It didn't take long for Killer to start a conversation. He asked many questions and answered any questions you had. He often would laugh, smile, and tease you in such a way that made the butterflies in your stomach squirm. He was very charming, flirtatious, and unique. You couldn't recall if you met anyone like him.

And you liked that.

He was so different from everyone else that you had met, treated you well, and it was so easy to be yourself around him. He brought out a side of you that you thought died a long time ago. That side that made you feel... wild and free.

"Look look look," Killer begged, running off the path toward a lake. He picked up a rock and threw it across the water's surface. It must have skipped a hundred times before it plunged into the depths below. He picked up another one and did the same thing. "It's perfect water to skip the rocks on!"

You join his side and sit on a boulder nearby, watching him skip rocks as he continues to tell you about the first time won a card game, which you learned wasn't very often due to Dust having a special connection with cards.

"The look on his face when I won, hah! Priceless! Should've known better to have challenged me!"

You asked him if he had won the next two games after that.

"Uh, no, but that's not the point silly!" He smiled, heaving a great sigh as he looked up at the stars. He closed his eyes, letting the wind blow across his face as the ripples on the lake settled. The moon complimented his face and made him seem so peaceful and innocent. It highlighted his chest and showed the two small eyes that he had hidden within his skull.

You commented how he looks great in the moonlight. When he asked you how so, you got up and pointed out the various places the moonlight shined on him, and how it made him look so handsome.

"Tch, you're sweet," Killer snickered, brushing the hair out of your face. "But the moonlight on me is better on you."

Before you could recover from the sudden blush, he continued. "Have you ever skipped a stone across the water?"

As you shook your head, Killer frowned. He turned you around to face the lake and picked a stone up from the ground, admiring it in the moonlight. "Here, I'll teach you darling." He placed the stone in your hand and gestured that you try.

You tossed the rock into the water, it sunk in front of you.

"Heh, not like that." Killer came up from behind you and grabbed your wrists gently. "Here, let me guide you."

For the next thirty minutes, Killer moved your wrists in the correct motion. He gave tips on what to do with your fingers when you release the rock. You would have gotten it much sooner if you weren't so distracted by his sweet breath brushing against your cheek.

As you threw your hundredth stone, it skipped across the water more times than you can count. Joy filled your face, and your smile only increased when you heard Killer congratulate you.

"That was awesome!" He gleamed, running his hand along his skull. He quickly picked up a stone and skipped it across the water to catch up with yours. "Fast learner, eh?"

Before you could reply, Killer came up to you and embraced you. His hug was so snug, you felt safe in his arms. You wrap your arms around his back as the tension in your body flees. He was so warm, and he held you so tight... you didn't want to leave his arms.

Alas, it didn't last for long. Killer smiled and took your hand, guiding you up back to the path. "Alright, it's best I get you home, cutie," he smiled slyly. "The boys are probably wondering where I am."

You were closer to your home than you thought, to your dismay. Killer stood close to you, putting his hood over his skull to hide his face from the town as they turned down the street to your house. You almost had forgotten that he was a wanted killer with how enjoyable your time was with him. Surely, he wasn't all everyone said he was... he was so nice to you.

"Lovely house you have, I'll have to visit you sometime," Killer commented, smiling his usual charming smile as you approached the door. "Y/N, it was fun getting to know you, I'll call ya, alright? You're too pretty to say goodbye to, anyway."

You invited him to stay and watch a movie, but he declined.

"Nah, I'm sure Dust and Horror would be suspicious... besides, I cannot stay in the town for long unless I want Nightmare mad..." He took a few steps toward you until he was inches away from your face. He continued to smile as he took your hand. "However," he paused. He lifted your hand up to his face and kissed it gently. Once he met your eyes again, he smirked softly again. "I'm sure I could make an exception for you another night."

You didn't know how much more of his teasing you could take as your face turned red. You held your hand as if it was made of diamonds.

"Heh, you're so cute," Killer backed up into the street. "See ya later, Y/N."

You barely waved in time before he vanished from sight.

You couldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of the night. He treated you kindly, and his jokes were so funny... you longed for his company, despite his reputation. How long had it been since the tavern? A couple of hours? Were all monsters like this? Maybe there was a special thing about monsters where you grew attached quicker than another human. As if they understood the value of another living being and had a way to make another feel at ease around them. You tried to figure it out as you winded down for the night.

Maybe they were masters at this feeling that you felt: love.

Or maybe Killer was just special like that.

#undertale au #utmv #sans au #undertale #killer sans #killer sans x reader #Killer sans x Y/N #sans x reader #creative dumpster idea #oneshot #short story #au sans #killer!sans #yn

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ladybirdswritings · 4 months

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Bound - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: Miguel O’Hara was never known to be a man wanting. He was beyond content with the power surging through him upon his multiversal throne. That is until he lays his hungry eyes upon you. Now, he will do whatever it takes just for the taste of you… dark!miguel x reader fic. very steamy as always <3

Notes: I couldn’t stop myself from this hades and persephone-esque fic so I hope you enjoy!! SW&P is far lighter if you desire that <3

next chap

one

Morning is a sweet greeting to you, warm and incandescent to shine it’s rays upon soft skin. As it always is. Though you find it to be dreary on days like this, as it is the same as the day prior, and the day prior to that day. As if it is not sparkling gold but shadowing gray.

All the same repetitive waltz for you.

Yet to your unknowing mind, much would change within the quick hour. Change not in the way of little things but rather in the way that would make your toes curl and your eager hands grab your tresses so you might not trip upon them on your dash toward the tallest hills.

You would have run had you known what was to come.

Yet you didn’t; and so? Your morning was quite a bore.

Similar to a zombie are your sunken cheeks and coffee kissed eyes decorated with awful bags. Your toothbrush is made of oak as is your boar-bristled comb. You tend to your prettying before slipping away from the hustle and bustle of a lively home. Four sisters and two brothers you sport, and an overbearing woman you dare to call your mother.

You made routine of this. Sneaking away with the latest print picked up from the small shop next to the apothecary in town. Out the oak wood door and past the burnt toast and meat to cuddle yourself comfortably against your favored weeping willow by the bend.

Your only company is the ducklings these days, though you don’t mind them much. They are mostly quiet beyond the occasional quack.

Serenity became you as you lay there in the remnants of springtime’s shadow, willfully sprouted in peonies and lilac blossoms.

Your print is a work of Austen, an old and worn thing but one you’d found comfort in recently. It would be your fourth time revisiting.

Would… however.

“Oh heavens sakes! You must enjoy making your mother walk upon tousled soil, girl! Have you got half a mind!? I don’t presume so otherwise you’d avoid any possibility of me losing a leg!”

A whine like that of a carnaged cat rings out from behind the bend. In the grassy plains your mother struggles her way toward you. You stand to your feet in swift motion, but your wandering eye finds curiosity in an unfamiliar bloom. Its colors an odd pairing of red and blue unfurled toward the sun.

What an odd thing, you think.

The huffing and puffing snaps your attention center, and you nearly grumble in complaint as you hurry toward your mother.

“Mama I was just—”

“Oh save it. I see you slip out each morning, I know full well your disdain for the company of your own family… but I didn’t come here to admonish you, sweet girl. Quite the opposite in fact. I am here to ask a favor of you. It seems the cold air has made our chickens most unwilling to provide us with eggs. Won’t you go in town and gather some?”

Like the rainfall’s mist caught by breath of wind, your hopes and plans of reading in the bend till dawn have dissipated. Pursing your lips, you nod— not wanting to administer a guaranteed headache at wake of your protest.

In to town you’ll venture.

✧*̥˚ … *̥˚✧

The cobblestone is cracked underneath your boot, as it is dampened by springtime’s departured mist. You like the clicking sound, though it is most lonesome at this ungodly hour.

The house cannot be run well with lack of your aid. Father left long ago and mother is just a dreadful housewife. The doctor blames her dissonance on the ailments within her mind’s confines though— she swears herself always to be whole and well.

Regardless, for the sake of your sisters— you help. Besides this, you owe it to her.

Your basket is made of weaved wicker and adorned with crimson cloth, at the end of the cobble is where life shines proud. A more lively gathering of townsfolk in search of early morning eggs to enjoy with their breakfast.

A single carriage, outdated as the things are, surges forward in an unstable command by a young man. He cannot be past twenty three, and his face is speckled with pale freckles. His hair is a burnt orange rasp.

The stallions are dark as midnight, sweat being huffed like chimney smoke from their nostrils. Dear god, the way he commands them is certain to ensure an accident.

You tuck the thought away in to the back of your mind to be focused upon your task. You’ll need no more than a dozen or perhaps three what with the vacuum cleaner your eldest brother refers to as his mouth.

Babblebrooke, it is where you’ve lived most your orphaned life. Surely some places have technology of picture books and magazines you skim through when you are awarded the rare chance but— you find yourself content with a place so simple.

You cannot imagine a life of loudness, no quiet space to tuck away and read. It’s a frightening thought.

The stand is nearby, only a few more passing steps and you’ll reach it. Your eyes are locked on the fresh berries, but you know full well you won’t have enough for them.

A bark startles you out of your trance, one excited and pointed. You jump at the sound and turn your head to find a cocker spaniel hound circling round and round to chase its own tail. You giggle at the sight, and its chestnut ears raise in alarm at the vibration.

Oh, it’s noticed you.

The little thing hobbles over excitedly, and you cannot help but bend on your knee to brush back its silken locks.

Beyond a canvas collar of pale pink lays a heart, engraved in molten silver the title: “Lyla.”

So she belongs to someone. Such a kind thing, they are to be a lucky companion indeed.

You smooth back the hair from her excited eyes before lifting to your feet again and continuing forward. She begins to follow you, but a movement in the alleyway shadows is a matter she finds far more pressing for her attention.

“Lyla…” you test in a whisper as you make your way behind a man hunched and gray— awaiting his eggs for breakfast.

Time seems agonizing and the line moves awfully slow, you peek behind the elder man to find annoyance laced in the eyes of the townsfolk. Blaire has taken a liking to the farm boy— it seems she’s busying herself with conversing nonsense with his mother rather than picking her fresh fruits for tart pastries.

You sigh, checking the time on your cracked, golden watch with impatience brewing at the soles of your boots. You sway on them, shifting your weight forward and back. No use just staring ahead.

Though it is quite loud, it doesn’t stop you from reaching in to your tote for “Jane Eyre.”

You find your favorite part, their first midnight meeting in the hallway. How romantic it is, you only wish that to be a possibility for you one day. You forbid yourself from joining the season of course but somewhere tucked away inside— you wonder how marvelous it would be for a broody and handsome thing to appear upon your doorstep with a bouquet the size of France.

You grin at the thought. Though it is swiftly interrupted by the quick patter of familiar paws.

“Woah! Easy!”

Your head snaps up at the gasps of those around you, and you are most horrified to see that the horses have reached the steep bend mere steps away. The ginger fool, they halt in warning and he kicks at them— slapping them with a russet pole. They comply, and the carriage loses control.

It creaks, hurling forward and disconnecting from its rusted shell. Tumbling at godspeed down the cobble and straight for little Lyla who lays mindlessly and happily on her back now.

Panic surges, and your eyes find worry in everyone’s features and yet no motive to act alongside it. Such cowardly men, allowing the poor thing to succumb to the bite of freak nature and cruel fate.

You won’t allow it. Though you feel frozen, the sharp and desperate shout of “Lyla!” from a phantom voice is enough to snap you back into the most horrible moment present.

“Christ!” You breathe, tossing Jane Eyre to the sapphire sky before surging forward. The carriage stalls on a pebble for a quick moment and it’s enough time for you to beat it by a mere step. You scoop the silly thing into your arms and as the wheel just grazes your skin— it is you now that is saved from immediate death.

A warm hand tugs at your wrist and you’re certain the brick wall has grown awfully large palms and fingers; for what you slam up against is hard and unpleasant.

You grunt, Lyla yelping in surprise where she is tucked up tightly against your chest.

Whistles and claps overtake the coward crowd and you sway upon your own boots as the wind itself makes you unsteady with its light graze. Firm palms steel you, grasping your shoulders tight to keep you together and well.

Your eyes venture on an upward path to find two crimson pupils imploring your features as if they are etched in stone and stored away in a beloved museum somewhere in Rome.

Brows pinched and quite bushy, eyes cold but curious, his reddened orbs search your face for what feels like a millennium. Fascinated.

Awed.

You blink, and the cry of the sweet creature in your arms breaks the trance you were entangled in. Lyla leaps from your arms and onto the cobble path— and you only huff and reach a weak arm toward her before the exhaustion of a skipped meal and your adrenaline fueled actions bring you to sit on the cobble ground.

He kneels beside you, the stranger. Yet you cannot find yourself mustering enough energy to truly examine his face. Just his eyes, rare things they are.

“She’ll be alright.” He whispers, hands still pleasantly upon your shoulders as if he fears you’ll topple over and shatter once he parts.

When you do lift your gaze however, stricken curious by the sickly silken sound of his voice, he’s gone.

“Thank y-”

The word croaks in your throat, and you can only wonder how it was possible… how quickly the phantom left you upon the cobble. The farm boy rushes over soon, much to the demise of poor Blaire. She stares on at the carriage and ginger man as if she wishes it was her nearly trampled.

He hands you fresh water and berries, and you wave his concern away and the crowd’s curiosity with a weak hand.

Your mind is only glued upon one thing.

The phantom.

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fatesundress · 1 year

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⭑ observations ii. tom riddle x reader

part i here.

summary. two weeks after your last encounter with tom shatters all of your previous observations, tensions are high, and eventually, something's gotta give. (it's tom. he’s giving head)

tags. smut (so. so much. minors BE GONE TO WHENCE YOU CAME!), fem anatomy + reader is referred to as a woman by someone, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, again implied tall!tom or short!reader (take it however you prefer), jealous tom does not understand friendship but then again neither does reader apparently, a little wine is had, the room of requirement is used shamelessly as a plot device, did i mention smut, i’ve lost my mind etc etc.

note. this is a part two, so go ahead and read the first part and come back if you'd like :) obligatory preface: it's safe to assume any smut i write within hogwarts is a university au — these people are all 18+ tyvm. also woahh was not expecting the love on my last post so thank you! i'm still trying to figure this whole acc out so support, questions, (requests? never done those before) anything is appreciated ♡

word count. 6.3k

The next two weeks are agony. You don’t, in fact, stop meeting with Godefrey to study, because you do, in fact, still need a good mark in Ancient Runes and for all his faults he can reach the tallest shelves and he’s a faster writer than you. Also, Tom Riddle is fantastic with his hands but this does not make him God.

You find pureblood politics a bit archaic. You find muggle courting a bit stifling. This leaves very little space for what took place between you and Tom in the middle of a corridor two weeks ago (you can’t stop wincing at how insane that sounds) and very little patience for his utterly original and not-at-all entitled request that you halt your studies with Godefrey. Godefrey doesn’t stick his hands up your skirts while the two of you are studying, doesn’t silence your gasps with a shush and a finger to your mouth, doesn’t — wouldn’t (you’re so imaginative when you want to be) — tell you to keep reading as his thumb draws circles between your legs, tell you to repeat the words that get caught in your throat, tell you how much he likes it when your eyes go dumb and glassy and all you can say is his name. So, really, Tom should have nothing to worry about.

“I swear,” Selwyn says, picking at a plate you don’t think she’s actually eaten anything off with how distracted she is, “he’s looked over here at least three times.”

You don’t dare glance at who you know she’s talking about. “You’re obsessed.”

Pot. Kettle. Whatever.

“Are you sure you didn’t do something to upset him in Potions? Didn’t botch something that might mar his perfect record?”

You flick her forehead and she scowls. “I’m not an idiot, Selwyn. I handle myself just as well in Potions as he does — he wouldn’t —” Wouldn’t have complimented your rapport if that weren’t true, wouldn’t have said you communicate efficiently, make a good pair, probably wouldn’t have — fingered you in the hallway? — yes, that too. Slipped your mind. So easy to forget.

You take a long exhale, and smile impassively at her. “I didn’t botch anything, trust me.”

She finally takes a bite of food. “Maybe I did something…”

And then she’s lost in thought again, eating now, at least, and you shake your head softly as you watch what are likely a million different theories flitting through her head.

“Morning,” Tom says to you when you enter Potions after breakfast, a delicate smile tugging at his lips.

You have, of course, trained for this.

It’s your fifth — sixth? — time sharing a table with him since that night and it is somehow easier by nature and harder by anticipation (of what, you have no idea) every time. The first was terrible. Unsalvageable and without a silver lining. It had taken almost an hour that morning to charm the violent hues of red and purple spanning the column of your throat, and ultimately, the marks were so persistent you’d forgone the glamours and decided to just wear a turtleneck. You’d been fortunate it was completely inconspicuous to wear such a thing in December, but that was about all there’d been to be grateful for. You hadn’t been able to look at Tom all class and his hand had brushed yours once to take a phial from you and you’d flinched so sharply it would have shattered on the floor if he hadn’t caught it. And he’d smiled, like he’s smiling now, a soft, “Careful,” that honestly, for a short moment, made you want him dead.

Now you could speak just fine, look him in the eyes in practised intervals, and almost, impressively, make articulate conversation with him again. Make stupid comments about Slughorn and Lestrange and bear the weight of his grin knowing it was there for you.

His, he’d called you. A very funny thing.

“Morning,” you answer on a smiling sigh, sleepy but jovial all the same.

You deserve applause for this.

“Tired?”

“Mhm — Essays for Ancient Runes are due Friday and it’s been keeping us up all night.”

His eyes flash with something you’ve yet to ascertain. Your research has been put temporarily on hold, scattered and splintered by the revelation that your first observation was, admittedly, a little bit off, and you have no means of figuring out a look like that when you can’t even begin to figure out anything else.

“Has it?” he asks, a tinge less friendly.

“Well,” you say, grinding the lacewing flies, “that’s commonplace, isn’t it? You take all sorts of advanced classes, I’m sure you understand the work it takes.”

“...Hm.”

That’s it. That’s all you get from him.

And if Selwyn’s concern over you botching your work in Potions wasn’t already, obviously dispelled, the glee on Slughorn’s face as he assesses your and Tom’s cauldron should do it.

“Brilliant! Just brilliant!” He claps a hand over Tom’s back, regarding you both with pride so thick it clouds his eyes, like he's drifted into a revery of the future (you and Tom, you expect, are his most prized graduates, making history under his name, proving his immense wisdom) before he appears to return to Earth. “Ten points between the two of you, hm? Very, very good — though, of course, no surprises there!”

He chuckles to himself as he evaluates the other students, and you catch a horrified wheeze of Godefrey’s name (bless his heart) as one of the cauldrons in the back begins to sputter and froth.

You look to Tom with some droll little comment at making it to the end of term with top marks, but his gaze is burning into Godefrey’s table in such a way you wouldn’t be surprised if it was what was causing his cauldron to boil.

Well. Perhaps not, then.

You and Godefrey hand in your essay that Friday with more relief than apprehension — you both decide it’s quite good — and you laugh loudly and breathlessly as he picks you up and thanks you a thousand times, spinning you until you’re dizzy. You refrain from making any promises to attend his Quidditch games, but he vows to let you have the snitch he catches.

And Slughorn, you come to find, was not exaggerating his elation at your skill. After trotting after you on your walk back from Ancient Runes to invite you to the last Slug Club dinner of the year, your spirits are high with the blissful satisfaction of a job well done and a night to celebrate it with.

You can breathe, finally, when it’s the last week of school before Christmas break and Selwyn’s zipping the back of a last-minute dress you purchased in Hogsmeade.

“Gorgeous,” Selwyn says with a grin. “Wish this school would have a bloody ball so I could really dress you up.”

“Buy a doll, Selwyn; you can dress them however you like.”

“You are such a —”

You burst into laugher, swatting her wand away as she pokes your side with it.

“Just — go then, before I hex you.”

“All right, all right!” you concede, arms raised in surrender. “Don’t ruin all your hard work now.”

“Oh,” she calls on your way out the door. You turn and there’s a mischievous look in her eyes as she tucks her wand back in her pocket. “And do tell me before I leave tomorrow if Riddle stares at you all night.”

You groan as if it’s a truly abominable thing to imagine. Riddle, staring with those dark eyes of his? You, the centre of his attention? Ghastly. You daresay you’d never recover from the horror of it.

“Don’t leave before I tell you how remarkably uneventful a night it was,” you say with a sidelong glare, and leave before she can edge in the final word.

You have no idea what a Slug Club supper typically consists of, but you imagine for Christmas he’s gone a little further with his festivities. His office is glittering in hues of green and red and fleecy, snow-dappled gold. The lights overheard (some similar charm to the one in the Great Hall but a tad less complex, you think) drip and then vanish into the air like squeezed berries, and the berries — served with pastries and ice cream — taste like they must be enchanted with something.

Selwyn was right that the standard dress isn’t quite formal enough for a ball, but it’s… formal. The boys are in clean-cut dress robes and the girls are in fine gowns of different lengths. By the overwhelming number of them you recall being archetypes of Slytherin pureblood fanaticism, it makes sense how expensive they all look. You yourself brush up nicely, if not a bit more frugally, but you haven’t been to an event like this at the school yet, and that’s exciting on its own.

It’s another degree of training (is there going to be a marathon? Are you at war?), a step up from your preparations before Potions every other day, to be ready when Tom Riddle enters the room a respectable five minutes late with a gleam about him more captivating than any of the lights.

“Ah, Tom!” Slughorn exclaims, and ushers him into a seat you remark before Tom is even in it is discomfitingly near to yours. “We’re all here at last… Supper, then? Hope you aren’t too full already, I’ve got the House Elves running laps!”

You’re spared Tom’s closeness by a Ravenclaw couple sat in the chairs between you, their hands clasped under the table while they sip wine from their goblets, and you only realise the length of your observation when Tom glances at you from the spot over, and you startle yourself into reaching for your own goblet and pretending to enjoy Slughorn’s bitter wine.

You eat. You listen to cluttered, unending tales of Slughorn’s time at school and how he earned his post. You drink, and then you regret not drinking before eating because there’s only a very light, very nice buzz that warms you when you finish your cup, and the Ravenclaw couple is — oh, wait, it isn’t just them — they’re standing up to dance as a gramophone sparks to life and a low, dulcet instrumental begins to play. There are now two notably empty seats separating you from Tom.

What had you said this night would be? Blissful satisfaction?

You couldn’t blame Selwyn for suggesting you’d blundered Potions — you didn’t feel exceptionally smart right now.

“I didn’t know you would be here tonight,” Tom says, pulling the chair beside you.

Where is the bottle of wine? No. Nevermind. You behave regrettably enough sober.

You manage a simple, “And yet.”

“...And yet.” His lips quirk before he takes a drink from his goblet.

You lament for a second that you’ve only actually kissed those lips once. They spent a great deal longer on your neck.

“Will you be here over break?” he asks, and it isn’t an unreasonable thing to ask, you suppose.

“I think so. Why?”

“I’d like to know whether to expect you or not.”

Expect you… No, yes — revert to observation two: unusual is not an apt enough word for him.

It takes you a moment to conjure a response befitting polite dinner conversation. That is, after all, still what this is.

“I suppose you can. I’ll be busy, of course.”

Well, you didn’t say you conjured something good. It’s a big fat lie. Placating, vague, empty. And you suspect Tom knows that.

“Pity.”

Yes, he knows. He’s all quiet amusement again.

You stare off, satisfied to be left alone —

"And what is it that'll be taking so much of your time?"

“Well, I'm —” And now you have to build the lie — “I’ve told Godefrey I’ll attend to his Quidditch practise. Since the pitch isn’t in use.”

God, it’s so stupid it’s almost impressive — you don’t even know if Godefrey will be here over break, and you could have chosen any number of excuses that would pique Tom’s interest less than it’s apparently consistently piqued by the mention of your study partner.

There’s that strange, indecipherable look again. Riddle is a perfect surname for him, you decide then, and you almost laugh at yourself for it, but that would probably not go over well should he ask what’s so funny.

“Have you, now? That’s very kind of you.”

“It’s hardly charity.”

“Hm, it’s kind of you to think so.”

You huff, tipping your goblet back to swallow the last meagre dregs of your wine.

“You look lovely.”

It’s just a little bit — just a tiny, straggling little bit of elderflower that captures your throat — and you cough into your goblet. “Thank — thank you.”

And, well, he looks lovely too. Obviously. Sickeningly so. You know little about his personal life but you’re positive he’s at least a half-blood, if not muggle-born, and it makes you wonder the influence of his renownedly plain black suit in a crowd of neat, long robes.

He manages with little effort to look better than all of them at their best.

His eyes drift over you appreciatively, quick enough not to be rude but — enough. (Enough that you daresay you might never recover from the horror of it.) You adjust under his gaze even when it’s situated on your face, far too heavy a thing for you to carry. “Does Godefrey call you lovely?”

What?

You blink at him, your mouth is probably open and you probably look stupid but he’s so… irritating. Yes, of course Godefrey calls you lovely. Godefrey tells you you’re the smartest woman he’s ever met (after his mother), and he drowns you with sherbet lemons at no cost, and he writes at the speed of light to match the quickness with which you recite your textbook, and none of it means anything. Tom is just —

“Unbelievable…”

He quirks a brow. “What was that?”

“I said you’re unbelievable, Riddle. Is it impossible for you to comprehend that I might have friends? That Godefrey is my friend?”

“Well, memory serves me right that you seemed a bit confused on the conventions of friendship last you mentioned it. Do forgive my uncertainty.”

He — that was —

“Well, that’s because we are not friends.”

“No.” He leans in. “We are not.”

You push your chair from the table with all the grace you can manage for such an abrupt thing: a tight, impersonal smile on your face as you walk away and approach Slughorn, only realising when you get there that your empty goblet is clutched in your hand like you’re trying to strangle it.

Whatever he sees on your face, he isn’t drunk enough not to frown at. “Ah, our newest gem — hardly seen you all night! Not leaving already, are we?”

You glance at the clock. It isn’t as though you’re being impolite by abandoning his party in the middle of the event. It’s quite late, the servers are stuck to the walls with little to do, and most of the room has divided into waltzing pairs.

“I’m taking my friend to the train station tomorrow, sir. Unfortunately I need to be up quite early.”

Yes, yes, it’s all so tragic. You’re depressed to go.

“Such a shame,” Slughorn frets, wobbling a tad and balancing himself on the wall. “You’ll be all right getting back? Not at all dizzy, are you?” His laugh is cleaved by a loud hiccough, and then he laughs even more. “My, well, I myself will need to be carried!”

“...I’ll be fine, sir. Thank you.”

“Oh, no trouble at all — there’s — hm… ah, Tom!”

No, no — is it bad you almost reach over and slap your palm over your professor’s mouth? Is it at all impressive that you don’t? You should look on the bright side in moments like these. You should admire your restraint.

But of course, Slughorn’s eyes don’t fall upon Tom for nothing. He's halfway across the room already, and Slughorn must have spotted him approaching to achieve this brilliant solution. “Tom can escort you back, no?”

Tom (unforgivably) is beside you now, a very mean, very pretty smile on his face.

“Not too much to ask, I should think? You know the castle best. Head Boy — sometimes I still can’t believe it!”

You look up at Tom and your jaw is clenched where you’ve since put down your goblet. There is too much tension in you to know what to do with, and he looks positively thrilled.

“It’s hardly charity, sir.” He holds out his arm.

You wonder what spell would catch him most off-guard if you were to blast him in the face right now.

Slughorn claps his hands together. “Ha! Yes, well… perfect, then! Off now, the two of you, off now. Do have a good — ” He hiccoughs again — “rest!”

You don’t even bother the diplomacy of smiling at Slughorn as your arm loops through Tom’s and you’re exiting the party.

Neither of you say a word on the journey, and that’s very well.

If you could just get back to bed without speaking to him you may still consider it a good night. You may be able to push his strangeness and his entitlement and the annoying way his hair falls to another day, when he pesters you about Godefrey’s nonexistent Quidditch practise, which — come to think of it — you do think he told you he'd be headed home for the holidays. You really fumbled that one.

And then Tom’s thumb is brushing the bare skin of your arm and your walk stutters a bit. But he doesn’t mention it, and so neither do you.

And then he’s drawing down your elbow to your forearm so softly it almost feels like he isn’t touching you at all. He doesn’t mention it. Neither do you.

And then your arm, without really meaning for it to, is slipping from his and his hand is holding yours instead, feather-light as his fingers clasp yours and your breath is not the same as it was when you left.

He doesn’t mention it. He just keeps going.

His fingers work back up your arm and you shiver as they drag across your shoulder, gaze searing your neck as the soft digits find their way to your jaw, and you get the sense he’s remembering just how much he liked the taste of it, and you’re… you’re allowing it all again. You’re leaning in, you’re seeking him out, you want him flush against you and even that might not be satisfactory.

You are, in the end, a half-decent observer and a terrible liar.

You’re grabbing his hand with a small amount of direction and a great deal of meaning. You suppose it's because, historically, you’ve proven to have trouble with words in moments like these, and you don’t really know where you’re taking him but god, you know where you want him. Somewhere soft, this time, thick enough that you can fist your hands around it and melt. Somewhere he can hover over you, maybe hold you down a little, just until — maybe, miraculously — you might make him break a little too. Clamber over his lap. Make him yours.

“Tom,” you mouth, some question in the way your eyebrows knit.

The moment you say his name — the instant — he’s pulling you in, crushing his mouth against yours. And, ah, right, that’s what his lips feel like. You’d almost forgotten.

This kiss is not chaste, hardly tender. It resists in that it asks you to push, to plead, to take this for yourself to prove how badly you want it, and he smiles into it when you do. And then, sated by your efforts, he lets you have him. You’re gripping the collar of his suit in your hands as his wander appreciatively over the back of your dress, pulling you into him as the kiss deepens. He’s savouring you like you’re something religious that’s been offered to him, and there’s the taste of wine on his tongue and you’re still here, aware enough that the symbolism isn’t lost on you.

“I've been thinking," he says between kisses, “about the way you felt when I touched you. I've been thinking about how long it might take before you need it again."

You gasp at the sensation, and god, god, you've been wondering too, haven't you?

You’re pulling him impossibly closer and something hard is pressing into your hip and you clutch tighter onto his shirt as you moan into his mouth. You need it off, you think, and — has your dress been clinging to you like this all night? You need that off too. You need skin on skin. You careen him backwards without aim, your mind a muddled mess of all the many things your body is screaming it needs, like this is fucking imperative; to give it up would be catastrophic.

You suppose, based on what you’ve read, that that’s how the Room of Requirement works, but it’s still funny to think it would apply to this.

It hurts to remove yourself from him to watch in dumb awe as the door forms in the stone (to see the dark, languid shape of his eyes bearing down on you, the wet, stained pink of his lips), and Tom seems to recover from the revelation much faster than you.

His mouth is on yours once more, a hungry kiss; his free hand at your waist, guiding you through the door and shutting it carelessly behind him.

He’s like fire against you, radiating as he presses down on you, his hand tangled in your hair and his hips flush against yours. You shiver as his mouth starts to move down (a cheap trick — he hasn’t forgotten how much you liked it the last time) from your jaw to your throat, as his lips trail down your chest and you're shivering into the warmth of him.

You’ve heard it said before, in some romantic sense, that it’s sometimes hard to tell where you end and someone else begins.

This is not like that.

You've never been more aware of anything than the point where you and him meet.

You’re tugging at him blindly again, trusting in the nature of the Room like this isn't the first time you've been in it, and then you're stumbling down onto a bed you're quite sure wasn't there a moment ago (people say magic is a neutral force but evidently this is not the fucking case), fingers carding through Tom's hair as his body pins you into the mattress.

His mouth is molten hot as you squirm and pant beneath him, your breath coming faster than it ever has. Everything feels sharper and deeper and more intense under his touch, every sensation heightened until it's almost impossible to tell pleasure from pain, his tongue from his teeth.

How did it take you this long to do this again? To need him like this?

And his — you should really have the mind to see the mistake in all of this but perhaps that's for later — his fingers are pulling your sleeves down, propping your back to arch as he reaches under you to unzip your dress, apparently too impatient to sit you up and take it off properly so he just bunches it around your waist instead. There’s a moment where he stops to look at you, your chest exposed to him in the dim sconce-light, and then his mouth returns to circle your breast and you're biting down on a pillow to hold back the whimpering gasp that seeks to escape you. He hums around your flesh, and then he’s at your sternum, kissing a stripe to your belly button before pushing past the dress he's left ringed around your abdomen.

You shimmy under the weight of him to prop your head up — to see past the mass of silk that obscures his face from you as moves lower and lower, hands spanning your hips to keep you still.

His face hovers above your thighs, and he doesn’t move.

“Did you enjoy my fingers?" he asks.

At that you freeze, thighs pressing together to bury the hand that's rising between them.

Tom smiles. “Hm, you did."

And then he spreads your legs apart, one hand pushing your underwear aside and regarding you with delicate, shameless appetite — something that might even be adoration: like this is all he ever wanted you to want.

“Do you think you'd enjoy my mouth, too?"

Words are gone. There's nothing left in you.

His head moves happily between your knees, holding them apart, pressing kisses to the base of your thighs. Your hands flail from the sheets, desperate to grip something else and you hold back a sound that feels like irritation and need at the same time. You need him closer, higher than this. He knows. You can feel his smile biting into your skin.

And then you manage a nod though you're not even sure he's looking at your face anymore (and what a picture to imagine he is) and you worry momentarily it won’t be enough for him — that he’ll ask you to be nice and say it out loud for him — but he hums with something merciful, and — his chin dips. You catch the smallest glimpse of his tongue before it’s on you, wet and slow and unrelenting and you say his name, but it’s a mewl; you choke on it. It sounds like a cry.

Pitiful, needy, undone. Just how he wants you.

You think all efforts to remain even remotely composed are thrown to the wind as soon as his tongue is lapping at you, fast and then slow, everything you want and not even remotely close. He sinks all his weight down as if he can predict the moment you'll writhe before you do — and you do. And with his grip he tells you to endure it. You only need him to say it with his hands and his mouth but he breathes back, licking his lips and he actually says it. “Be good.”

That makes your breath hitch and your cheeks swell impossibly hotter, and reality is a small glint in your peripheral where everything else is burning red. “Y-you’re—”

His mouth returns to you, tongue catching your clit in a drawn-out, agonising motion, and you gasp and lurch forward to inch through the sensation, craving more, more, more. Reason is lost on you, a throbbing familiarity forcing you to grind your teeth down on the pillow to stop yourself from telling him to — you don’t even know. Finish you. Abandon all reluctance. Just let you come as hard as you know he wants you to.

But he pauses, observant as he starts to work his fingers against you. Watching how your slick coats them like it’s the most enthralling sight he’s ever witnessed. Slowly, ever so slowly, he starts to push one inside of you, hearing your breath catch above him and the moan that comes tumbling out of your throat, pillow be damned.

You do your best to breathe through it, and you know he knows how to make you unfold like this, so the meticulous lightness of his ministrations tells you he’s trying to keep it from you now. You’re almost embarrassed about the fact that you’re dripping onto his hand regardless; his lips puffy, his gaze unnervingly, dizzyingly carving you in two.

“Just,” you rasp, clutching desperately at his wrist. “Tom, please.”

Your begging must be music to his ears. (It’s a rare, unplanned fifth observation: that you think he’ll never get tired of hearing you say his name like that.)

He adds a finger. It’s encircling you, first, and no amount of restraint can stop the harsh gasp that leaves you, but then it’s his tongue and two fingers and he’s pushing into you how you wanted, and he makes a pleased sound against you, gripping you tighter with his free hand, still not allowing you movement and fuck, are you trying. What you're feeling now — the need, the want, everything — is more than rational thought. Your mind goes blank, and all that matters is this, him, right here and now; nothing else exists, not even for a second. You moan, a low, throaty noise that's a little too loud, a little too intense; you can't recall if anything has ever come from you quite like it and Tom devours you at the sound.

More, you agree; it's almost an obsession in you now; more, more, please, anything and everything.

It’s the precision of his touch — not some bored, hurried transgression — that brings your hands helplessly to his hair.

“Tom,” you whine, holding him tight, and the purr of his mouth finding you again is something destructive.

As soon as you feel another swell of something deep down, your mouth is dropping open.

His tongue is sliding through you, fingers curling, and then your clit is in his mouth, and he’s watching you between your thighs as your eyes clench shut, and you’re coming.

Your voice breaks somewhere in the catastrophe of it. Your body spasms, electric down to every atom, and he pins you down through it. He doesn’t grant you the reprieve of escaping the frenzied, glorious torture of it. His mouth still lingers. His tongue moves thankful and unrelenting.

He takes all of you, and you think this is destruction — creation — both. How terrifyingly similar they suddenly feel.

His lips are swollen and slick when he finally detaches them from you and you want to kiss him, but he’s leaning back to admire his work. You swallow, unable to blame him for it because you look down at yourself and — this is something else. You’re dripping down his chin. You're shaking. Your legs are still clenching around his torso. They’re holding him so tight you can’t imagine it doesn’t hurt.

But he just rolls off of you. Adjusts his trousers and your abdomen flutters and you think, don’t.

You don’t even realise you’re reaching for him until your hand is around his wrist and you’re still fucking sighing through the come-down, panting into the hot air.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, fingers damp on your chin as he holds you. You make a note that that’s the second time he’s done that. That you thought it was strangely intimate the first time and nothing’s changed other than how much more you like it.

And it doesn’t really feel like you can help it but crawl with gooey, trembling legs onto his lap. Doesn’t feel like you can help it when you lean in and capture his lips with yours, moan unabashedly into his mouth at the stiffness that presses against your core when you do, steal his tongue and the taste of you on it.

When he pulls away he’s looking at you like he doesn’t think you can actually do this. Like you’d just crumble the moment you tried.

A low, determined protest rises in your throat and you’re kissing him again. You’re unbuttoning his dress shirt, you’re trembling to reach for his trousers.

When you can finally shrug his shirt off, press yourself against him, feel that skin on skin you wanted so badly, you find it somehow even more suffocating than its absence. You’re left wanting a more you aren’t able to even conceptualise, but you’re grinding involuntarily against him and his teeth are scraping your neck and he's hissing at the sensation, and — yes, there’s more.

Your breath is staggered when your hips stutter into a roll and you — fuck. You’re tugging desperately to remove his belt and he smiles against your throat as he takes your hands and guides them to him. You can feel his bulge against your thigh and you’re spreading your legs to usher him where you want, clawing at his chest without even meaning to.

Tom’s taking off his belt, and he’s pulling down his trousers just enough to bare himself to you, and maybe he’s right that you can’t manage it yourself but he stops his assistance like the intrigue of finding out is too good to resist. There's something both intimate and imperious, in a way, about the way he's looking at you now; it's a kind of focus and intensity and withheld hunger just for you; and you're more than happy to give yourself over to it, to let his hands and his eyes and his mouth claim you for his own. To claim him for yours, at last.

You do. You struggle for it. He’s very patient.

But then it’s there — more — as you finally sink down on him and bite his shoulder and he shudders a low, pained exhale, his hands clutching your waist.

There’s a silent, suspended moment where neither of you move. The room feels entirely still.

Your lips quiver over his pulse, and your stomach flips at the intensity of it, the undeniable rate of his desire beneath you. You smile against him now, like he always does to you, conscious enough to mumble into his neck, “Mine.”

Tom stutters inside you, fingers gripping you impossible tighter as you dare to think he even gasps. You dare to think he likes it.

And then one of his hands grabs your jaw and his kiss is searing. He thrusts upward and you cry into his mouth, searching to match his pace in a way that you appreciate, for once, he seems unlearned in.

It’s all a bit messy, a bit new, palms in fists, in skin, in hair, digging for every part they haven’t already taken from. The sound in the back of Tom’s throat is divine, the feeling of him inside you as he slips his hand back between your legs — like he needs everything, like he knows you do too — it’s ineffable. It coils somewhere deep, touches something you didn’t know existed. Your hips are rotating, thighs still soft and slack from coming apart on his tongue, but you’re determined. It feels like finding even ground. It feels like something you deserve: to make him feel how you did.

Your head rolls back, eyes pinching shut in bliss, but Tom is there at your jaw again, forcing your blurry gaze back to him.

His hips are inching even further, the intensity of his pace as he adjusts to you making you dizzy. You think, realistically, there’s sound coming out of you, but you aren’t entirely sure when it’s so close to him, when your mouth is between his fingers and your ears are ringing and he’s looking at you like you’re made for him.

“Mine.” And it isn’t a dismissal of your own claim but a confirmation that one will not be without the other. His voice is raw and breathy and something about the way he says it makes you contract inadvertently around him, hands swatting his chest like they don’t know what else to do. There’s just too much.

You recognize you’re trying to say something. Some plea, a moan, his name (is there anything else left?), but you’re just babbling into his mouth and he holds you there. He doesn’t kiss you. It’s your failing words against his lips. He swallows whatever syllables try to shape them.

It’s there again when you need it most; the heavy, swirling feeling inside you as he snaps his hips, his fingers returning to your waist with punishing firmness. His breathing accelerates, low in his throat, and you push harder against him. Your vision is gone again, head held in his hands to keep from rolling back so that, you suspect, he can watch defeat split you down the middle again — not over your shoulder, not with his head between your legs — with his eyes on yours, with every broken moan you let out so close to his face he can feel the breath of each one.

You’re grappling desperately at skin that doesn’t feel like enough, even though he’s rocking inside you, and you see the insanity of it, you see that it isn’t logical. Too much and not enough at once — you’re smart enough to know that doesn’t work, but it just is.

“Please,” you manage in a voice you don’t recognize. “Please, Tom, pleasepleaseplease —”

Had you said before it was foolish to call him forgiving? You take it back. He’s very eager to oblige you.

He finds some place inside of you and you don’t know quite what it is that he changes but it's new, uncharted, and you break there. You dissolve. You’re liquid in his hands as you sob, stuttering around him, trembling like you didn’t know was possible, and you swear — you swear you’re going to take him there with you. It isn’t that you could stop yourself if you tried but your body is gripping around him, fingers carving halved spheres into his skin, and you’re pushing down on him through the ecstasy — you’re forcing your eyes open so he can see you break, watch them flutter back all soft and pretty.

And you're sated by your ruin when it ruins him too.

The sound he makes is ragged. Undone. He can only bury it halfway with a kiss you think is actually more of a bite, twitching inside you as he fucks you through it.

You’re both lost in each other for a moment that feels detached from time, feeling his hips stutter to a halt, feeling your body soften. And he’s pulling out of you like it hurts, mouth falling open as he does. You wince at the loss, the sweet soreness between your legs, and you’re held only by the weight of him. You think — and you actually sway like the mere idea is too strong — that if it weren’t for his hands, you’d fall flat off the bed.

But he sort of lifts you off him, lays you down and watches you for a long time as if to decide something important before he's laying down beside you. You watch him too. His fingers brush your hair out of your face, and when there’s not a single curl left clinging to the sweat on your skin, he continues anyway. You let him trace your lips, your jaw, your nose, and somehow, a bit terrifyingly, your final observation: nothing about it feels unusual at all.

You did say he was yours.

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