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lil-elle · 5 months

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Overbooked

group: riize

pair: anton x fem!reader

genre: forced proximity, fluff, suggestive

word count: 4.3k

content: coarse language, kissing, nsfw implications

a/n: the way I've been in such an Anton mood recently is insane

“Uhhh…who'd you say booked this room for us..?” Anton questioned, his voice cracking slightly.

“Seunghan, why, what's wrong?” You stood on your tiptoes, his 6 foot height blocking you from peaking into the room.

“Fucking Seunghan…” he mumbled under his breath. Letting out a shaky breath, he took a few more steps into the room, allowing you to squeeze through the doorway past him.

Your eyes roamed the pristine hotel room, grazing the lush grey carpeting, the silky white curtains, and the wide screen TV mounted on the wall. It was a very elegant room, and you thanked Seunghan in your head for getting it for you…that was until your gaze landed on the lone king sized bed against the left wall, wrapped cleanly in white silk sheets and decorated with plush pillows and two towels sat at the end of it.

“Oh…” You cautiously glanced up at him, his head turned towards the wall with only his bright red pierced ears peeking through his hair as a hint to the thoughts running through his mind.

You placed a soft hand on his arm, to which he trembled almost unnoticeably. “Hey, it's fine. I can sleep on the floor.” You reassured him. He whipped his head around, revealing that the red from his ears had spread to his cheeks too.

“N-no! I'll sleep on the floor, it's alright!” The determined look on his face told you that he wasn't backing down from this and that there was no point in arguing. You smiled softly at him, warmed by his charming sweetness and slight stubbornness.

“Thank you…Anton…” His pupils dilated and you watched as the splotchy red on his cheeks spread to the rest of his face and his lips parted, taking in a quick and sharp breath of air. Suddenly he spun around, stomping towards the bed and landing face down onto the soft and sweet smelling sheets. You hurried over to him, concerned, and reached him just in time to hear a muffled “...when I catch you, Seunghan…”

After you two got settled in, kicking your shoes off, placing your bags in the corner of the room and plugging your phones in to charge on either side of the bed, he picked up one of the towels folded neatly on the end. He looked up at you as you melted into a large cushioned chair next to the bed, his complexion back to its regular pinkish olive colour. “I'll go shower really quick, ‘kay?” The sun had begun to set, casting an orange light across the room and prompting you two to start getting ready for bed.

“Okayyy.” You smiled happily at him and heard him gasp lightly again before he quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of the running water thrummed again your ears as you closed your eyes and settled further into the chair, noticing just how soft it really was. Without even realising, you drifted off, the noise of the shower and the comfort of the chair lulling you to sleep.

Your consciousness slowly drifted back to you as you felt a gentle poke to your cheek, your eyes fluttering open and meeting a very familiar face. His wet bangs brushed gently against your forehead and his round doe eyes went wide as he processed you looking at him. He somehow ended up with his back against the wall on the other side of the room within a second, his forehead all the way down to his neck flushed a deep red. “I-I didn't, I mean-”

You took in the sight of him, damp hair, plain grey shirt drizzled with wet spots from where water droplets fell from his hair, black sweatpants emphasising his long legs. And on top of all of that he was blushing. Hard. You couldn't deny how charming he looked in this moment.

You spoke up, ignoring the obvious heat creeping up the back of your neck and up to your ears, “I-I should shower now…”

You picked up the other towel, and some pyjamas you'd folded next to it, and rushed to the bathroom, heat overtaking your face. As you passed him, you could've sworn you could hear his heartbeat, fast and hard against his chest.

Locking yourself away in the bathroom, you gazed at yourself in the fogged up mirror. From the sight of your whole face, a deep crimson colour, you could tell the heat covering your body was not from the humidity in the small bathroom.

The shower passed by in a daze. You couldn't believe how many times your brain replayed the scene of waking up to Anton's face so deathly close to yours. Close enough that his freshly washed bangs left a streak of water on your forehead. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Close enough that you could've kis–

Your hairbrush fell to the floor with a clang, startling you out of your thoughts. You met your own wide eyes in the mirror as his muffled voice coming from outside the door filled your ear. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah…yeah, fine…” You responded, bending down to pick yourself hairbrush back up, a slight uncertainty in your voice.

“Be careful, please.” His soft, concerned voice filtering through the door stuck a needle in your heart and you placed the brush onto the vanity with a sigh.

You rushed through your routine, washing and moisturising your face, scrunching your hair with the towel to dry it as much as you could, and slipping into your pyjamas. Cautiously, you opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, taking in the room now with the blinds closed and the lamps on each bedside table filling the room with warm yellow light. Anton was seated back in the chair you previously slept in, bringing the image of his face so close to yours back into your mind once again.

You took a step forward and the floorboard creaked under you, catching his attention and causing him to look up from his phone. Instantly, he froze. There was no way he was hiding the almost neon red that covered his face within a second of seeing you. Your damp hair, you draped in a shirt a little too big for you, your shorts barely peeking out from under it. The cold wetness of your hair against the back of your neck contrasted the warmth of your skin as you tried to push down the hard thrumming of your heart.

You walked forward, watching as his adams apple bobbed nervously and his eyes traced over your figure as if he was in a daze. You made your way to your bag, tucking your previously worn clothes into it, desperately trying to ignore the heat radiating from your cheeks. You didn't understand why you suddenly felt this way, why the unfinished fantasy of what Anton could've done that close to your face wouldn't leave your mind.

You slipped between the cold silk sheets as you watched Anton meticulously set up a “bed” on the floor next to you with an extra sheet he found. The pitiful set up had you feeling guilty for making him do this, and a subtle thought poked at your brain, a thought that made your cheeks flare up again for the 20th time that night. “H-hey Anton, maybe I should-”

“No. It's fine. You stay there.” He reassured as he slipped between the thin sheet, barely separating him from the hard ground beneath him. He turned off the lamp on his side and you turned off the other one in response, leaving the room dark and silent. The only thing that broke through the silence was the sound of his soft breathing, somehow loud in your right ear as you stared up at the ceiling. The sound of your heartbeat joined not long after, rippling through your body and keeping you from drifting off to sleep. Minutes passed, though you couldn’t tell how many.

“A-Anton…?” You stuttered softly, to which he responded with a low groan, ringing through your ear and bringing heat to your cheeks. “...are you awake…?” You heard him chuckle lightly.

“Of course,” the sound of rustling fabric came from your right side and you just knew he was shifting around to face your direction, “why, what's up?”

“It's just…it can't be comfortable down there…” Your voice was laced with guilt as you spoke.

“Hey. I'm not making you sleep on the floor…okay?” His concern made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt before.

There was silence for a moment and you took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well what if…” you heard his breathing slow to a stop, as if he was holding his breath and waiting for you to continue. “What if…we both sleep…in the bed…”

The familiar sound of a sharp breath in, followed by silence. The silence continued to stretch out with no sign from Anton that he was going to respond. Had he fallen asleep?

You quickly turned over and flicked the lamp on, letting your gaze land on where you knew he was laying on the floor. His long figure, outlined by the thin sheet draped over him, was laid flat on his back, his hands completely covering his face. His ears were once again giving away his true feelings, bright red behind his long black hair. As if it was contagious, your own ears heated up along with your cheeks. “...A-Anton..?” His breath caught in his throat and you watched as he parted his fingers, peeking up at you.

In a weak and almost inaudible voice, he spoke, “Are you serious…?”

You nodded gently, biting the inside of your lip. He covered his eyes again and rolled over, turning his back to you as he mumbled, the only words you were able to pick up being “...fuck…Seunghan, why…she's so…”

He suddenly sat up with a strained sigh, propping himself up with one of his hands and the other still covering his face. With a better view of his features, you could now see the very familiar sight of him blushing bright red. “An-”

“...fuck it.” He picked himself up off of the ground and turned to face you, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Scoot over…” A wide smile overtook your features and you quickly shimmied to the other side of the bed, giving him space to crawl in with you. His slightly shaky hand pulled the covers back and he hesitantly layed down, as if afraid that making contact with the clean sheets would dirty them somehow. He laid awkwardly staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. You turned over to lean on your side, looking towards him.

“Anton…?” You spoke suddenly, making him flinch.

“Uh- huh?” His throat sounded dry and his gaze didn't move from a single spot on the ceiling.

“Can you…turn the lamp off?” There was a soft smile on your face, like you were enjoying seeing him so anxious and flustered. Despite that, your heart was still pounding harder than you've ever felt and your whole body burned like you had a fever.

“O-oh…” his voice cracked and he quickly reached his long arm behind him and flicked off the lamp, leaving the room in total darkness once again.

The air around you felt heavy with tension as you both laid there in the darkness. It was just like before, the only sound making its way to your ears being his breathing, only this time it was much closer and faster.

You don't know what prompted you to do it, but you extended your right arm out, your knuckles brushing against his arm lightly and making him twitch. His breathing caught in his throat and the silence that flooded the room made the tension all the more dense and palpable. You trailed the tip of your finger down his arm until you felt the veins on the back of his hand and you swore that you could hear his heart pounding against his ribs. Heat sat overwhelmingly on your cheeks as your fingers clamoured against his hand, intertwining themselves with his. His hand was much larger than yours, fitting with his height but not the soft and introverted personality he presented. He hesitated, his fingers sitting limply between yours, but after a few moments his hand tightened and embraced yours, the sound of his heartbeat only becoming louder.

You could've cut the tension in the room with a knife as you two laid hand in hand in silence, your hearts beating in sync.

Him accepting your hand hold made you bolder and the darkness in the room that obscured you two from seeing each other encouraged your confidence. Slowly, you scooted closer to him, as if afraid to startle him away. He took a breath in, as if he was able to feel your warmth get stronger.

“Y/n…” His voice was soft and deep like usual, although there was a slight strain to it, like he was holding something back. You turned your head, eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, to see him lying on his side, his head resting on the pillow. His eyes looked at you with emotion you've never seen before, emotion that overwhelmed you and forced the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

He brought your hand that he was holding up to his lips, pressing them against the back of your hand so softly and your flustered brain struggled to comprehend where he got this boldness from. “Anton…” Your voice was weak and breathy, staring back into his siren-like gaze as he held his lips to your hand.

His lips disconnected from your skin with a subtle wet smack and he spoke, his voice rough and quiet. “I'm glad it's so dark in here right now…I'm sure my face is burning up…”

“You–” your trembling voice was cut off by his hand letting go of yours and moving to rest on your waist. His strong hand grasped your hip before pulling you closer to him, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You looked up at him with a shine in your eyes, just shocked by his actions. He sighed softly before chuckling to himself.

“Y'know, Seunghan definitely did this on purpose.” His eyes stared deeply into yours as you processed his words.

“H-huh…?”

“Booking us a room with one bed? Totally on purpose.” His pinky finger fidgeted with the fabric of your shirt, pulling and twisting it with obvious nervousness.

He leaned his forehead against yours as his gaze stayed locked on your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

He muttered something so quietly that the only reason you were able to pick it up was because of his proximity and the deathly silence that occupied the rest of the room. “...Should never have told him I like you…”

Suddenly every thought in your head came to a halt as his words played over and over again in your mind. It was as if you were forced onto a treadmill, your heart rate rising like crazy and your breathing heavy.

“Y-you…”

He sighed, closing his eyes and nuzzling against your forehead slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he confirmed your uncertainty. “...Yup…” His voice cracked slightly and you heard him swallow anxiously as he opened his eyes to gaze at you again. He chuckled awkwardly to himself, “It's a little obvious…”

You struggled to speak, your throat dry with nerves, but you managed to get just his name out in a slightly scratchy, whiny tone. “Anton…” You watched a shiver run through him as the breath that uttered his name hit his lips. His eyes dropped to your lips and his breathing slowed. The moment seemed to last for hours, despite it only being a few seconds before he met your gaze again.

“Y/n…” his voice, barely above a whisper at this point, speaking your name like that made you let out a soft gasp for air, like you were drowning. “Can I…?” His eyes gestured down at your lips again and when they flew back up to meet yours they were glossy and full of emotion, almost pleading.

Your lips were parted, trying to take in as much air as you could to fuel your rapidly beating heart. His implication muddled your thoughts and you felt as if you were free-falling. You squeezed your eyes shut before taking that final leap and nodding, giving him the reassurance and consent he needed to do something he'd waited so long to do.

His hand on your waist slid up slowly, his fingertips trailing along your arm and coming to rest on your cheek. You could feel his hand trembling.

Almost in slow motion, he closed the gap between you and him, his soft pillowy first only grazing yours and you found yourself fighting a full-body shiver. His breath was hot, almost unbearably so as it covered your lips.

He was hesitating, refusing to finish closing the gap, making you restless.

“An-” With that your mouth was sealed, your words swallowed by the sudden push of his lips to yours. An inaudible squeak pushed up through your throat, drowned out by the soft wet sounds of his lips pressing repeatedly to yours.

He was desperate, much more than you'd expected. It was obvious now that this was something he's wanted to do for a very long time.

His breathing turned to panting as his fingers tightened against your cheek.

“An-mm-”

He used his other arm to prop himself up, putting him in a position where he was leaning over you, his lips still relentless in stealing air from your lungs. His bangs fell against your forehead, light and fluffy from his shower earlier that night, making an obvious shiver run through you.

What you didn't expect was his response to that shiver, a melodic hum from deep in his throat that made you see stars.

His hand trailed back down to your waist, gripping and bunching your shirt in his fist as he tilted his head for a better angle. You gasped for breath against his lips, overwhelmed with the sudden passion he'd drowned you in, but he only submerges you further when he takes the opportunity to flick his tongue against your bottom lip. You gasped, this time with shock and you didn't even notice your hand pushing against his chest, prying his lips from yours.

For a moment, you two just looked at each other's faces, his bright red even in the dark room, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, and his eyelids sitting half-closed. The light coating of saliva on his lips made your head heat up even more and you licked your own unconsciously, making his eyes immediately dart back down to stare at them.

“Y/n…” his voice was raspy and deep, making you squeak with surprise. His hand tightened on your waist and your breath only sped up, anticipating his next words. “I think…I need…to sleep on the floor….” Your eyes shot open at his unexpected words, words that came out through heavy breaths and you were surprised at how he was still out of breath.

“A-Ant-”

“I don't want to stop…” He whispered, almost inaudibly, and it was only now you noticed the look of lust in his eyes. “So…I need to sleep on the floor…”

You sat stunned as he pried himself off of you and made his way back to the makeshift bed on the floor. You couldn't even utter a single word, the memory of the way he was looking down at you, almost like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days, burned into your mind. What surprised you most, though, was the way your heart fluttered and your stomach turned at the sight.

“A-are you sure?” You managed to stutter out, lifting yourself up to look at him, only for your gaze to meet his broad back. He stayed silent, the audible rapid beat of his heart giving you enough of an answer. You laid back down, your face going red with embarrassment at the thought that you were slightly disappointed.

Safe to say you didn't get a wink of sleep that night, fully awake to welcome the first chirps of the birds outside and the orange light of the sunrise streaming through the blinds. You didn't even spare a glance for Anton as you packed up your individual belongings and cleaned the room, a slave to the way your heart threatened to burst from your chest at the slightest glance of his messy bed hair or busy hands making the bed and gathering his things.

You both made your way out of the room, bags slung over your backs, walking an awkward distance apart from each other as you struggled to keep a blush from overtaking your face. Even his finger pressing the button for the elevator was too much for you, keeping your eyes glued to the floor until you heard the ding signalling the arrival of the elevator. You stepped into the elevator cautiously, your mind swimming at the realisation that you'd be in this small space with just him, if even for a few moments, being too much for you.

The subtle rumbling of the elevator as it travelled floor to floor filled your ears and you could feel heat on the back of your neck from the now close proximity of him.

You were quickly pulled from your chaotic train of thought by the elevator suddenly coming to a stop. Your eyes darted up to the screen above the buttons reading “5” when it should say “G”.

“W-what happened…?” You stuttered out, still unable to bring yourself to look at him. Although, it was a pointless endeavour, as he suddenly invaded your vision, stepping in front of you to spam the button that opens the door. Unsurprisingly, the doors didn't respond, and it seemed you were completely stuck.

“Great…” he sighed, leaning back against the wall and sliding down. For the first time all morning, you were able to look directly at him, your worry taking over all other emotions. You carefully sat down next to him, ignoring the beat of your heart as you peered into his face.

“W-what…do we do…?” You questioned, a slight shake in your voice.

He sighed before leaning his cheek against his knees, looking at you softly.

“There isn't much we can do except sit here and wait for someone to show up and help us.” His soft gaze brought a subtle heat to your cheeks and you questioned how it took you so long to realise you liked him. Suddenly, another realisation hit you like a lightning bolt.

“...Should never have told him I like you…”

His words replayed in your mind. He likes you…and you like him…

Your face flared up, something he definitely noticed as his eyes got slightly wider.

“A-are you okay…?” he questioned anxiously, “claustrophobic…?”

You shook your head slowly, swallowing your nerves. Taking a deep breath in, you finally spoke what was on your mind.

“So…you like me?”

His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as a pink tint crept onto his face. You gave him a moment to gather himself and he plucked his head from his knees, staring straight ahead for a moment before nodding softly.

Your heart raced as you prepared to confess your feelings to him as well.

“I think I-”

“I'm so sorry.” He hurriedly spat out, leaving you dazed.

“F-for what?” You spoke with a hint of confusion.

“...Kissing you…” He hung his head, as if ashamed.

“Hey, it's okay, you asked and I said yes.” You explained, kneeling to face him. He took in a breath before continuing.

“B-but I got carried away, and you don't even like me like that, and-”

You grasped his face, turning his head towards you to look directly into his glossy eyes.

“Hey…who said I didn't like you…” You said the words with as much composure as you could muster, but the radiating heat in your skin gave away your true feelings. His expression froze in one of shock and you could feel his warm skin under your fingers grow warmer. After a few moments you felt his fingers creep up onto your cheeks, cradling your face.

“Can-”

“Please.”

Without another second of hesitation, he pressed the softest and sweetest kiss to your lips, much different from the passion of last night. You wanted time to freeze in this moment, but the kiss was already over as quickly as it started. You were still steeped in a pool of heat when he spoke again.

“-end?”

“H-huh…?” Your eyes refocused on his, serious and determined.

“...Will you be my girlfriend…?” He repeated, making your heart skip and a wide smile stretched across your face before you even realised. You could only nod before he quickly pulled you into his arms, burying his head into your neck. You giggled as his nose and lips tickled tickled your skin and your heart raced with love and joy.

You both flinched as the elevator suddenly started moving again, the screen finally flicking from “5” to “4” and continuing to go down. You buried your hand in his soft head of hair, chuckling.

“It's like it was waiting for us to sort everything out.” You felt him smile against your skin, making your heart flutter in your chest. He breathed out, his warm breath spreading across the skin of your neck.

“And I suppose I actually need to thank Seunghan…” He mumbled, earning another giggle from you.

“Y'know we're not getting away from this whole thing without a lot of gloating and teasing, right?”

He sighed, finally pulling back from you and looking into your eyes, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks.

He ran a thumb along your cheek gently.

“It's worth it…”

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temporaryrose200 · 12 days

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✩My Clingy Kitty✩

✟pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GNReader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: Nothing

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Twisted Wonderland

✟summary: Having to get ready for school, you needed to get dressed but your beastman boyfriend refuses to let you get up.

Bright blinding light slowly crept into the room, making its way to a sleeping you. Feeling the light hit you, your [Eye colour] eyes fluttered open but not without a groan escaping your mouth. Glancing around the sunlit room, you found yourself in the warm plush bed of your boyfriend, Leona Kingscholar. It took you a moment for you to realise how early it was and when you did another groan left your lips. You wished you could just sleep in for another hour, but knowing that if you did would miss breakfast, and you were not doing that again.

So with a huff, you sat up from the bed, letting the silk sheets fall from your body and onto your lap. Looking beside you was your sleeping beastman boyfriend. Knowing if you tried to wake the man up from his beauty sleep, it would just be futile. You know what they say, never wake a sleeping lion.

Carefully and quietly you removed the sheets for your legs and began slowly getting yourself out of the king-size bed. Each creek the bed made a cringe would make its way to your face. Even with the slow and careful movements, as soon as your feet touch the wooden floor, a strong arm slithered around your waist making you jump at the feeling. “And where do you think you’re going?” a deep groggy voice asked from behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you find Leona wide awake, his eyes tiredly glaring up at you. “School” you replied getting up once again, but was pushed back down, his arm firmly wrapped around you, keeping you in place. “Leona, I need to go, I’m starving” you told him, but he just replied with a grunt, not caring what you were saying. Pulling you closer, the brown-haired lion nuzzling his head into your back, ignoring your protests.

He was always like this. Every time you spend the night at his, he would not let up get ready the next day. Sometimes you would listen and snuggle up with Leona other times you would have to fight your way out of his strong grip and this would lead to a very grumpy lion.

Trying to pry his arms from your waist you were met with a low warning growl coming from Leona. Surprise by this you stop, you feel his grip tighten and his hot breath hit your back. “Why are you like this” you giggled not really taking your boyfriend seriously. Falling back down onto the bed in defeat, you turned to face Leona and smirked dancing on your face.

Leona leaned his head towards your neck and nuzzled against it. “Shut up, herbivore” he muttered against your neck, his fangs grazing against your soft skin, making you shudder at the feeling. “You're so loud in the morning” Leona continued to mutter, his words tickling your skin.

“And you’re clingy” you teased him, making him roll his emerald eyes. With Leona cuddled up beside you, you began to pet the beastman’s hair. Leona would never say it out loud, but he loved the way your hands would stroke the top of his head, careful not to touch his sensitive ears. It would relax him and sometimes you might even hear him purr. You enjoy mornings like this where you could just sleep in with Leona. And even though you were going to miss breakfast, it was worth it.

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justporo · 3 months

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Bedroom Hymns

A still empty new home somwhere in the Upper City of Baldur's Gate. Nothing but a big mattress on the floor of your bedroom where Astarion and you have spent some days already, mostly naked, just indulging in whatever you want - and each other of course, whenever the flames started blazing. This time a spark is ignited when Astarion sees how his old shirt looks on you, how well it suits you. (NSFW)

PART 2 | MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: This is... just dirty smut. I have been thinking about writing this for literal months. But I'm happy I did because when Tav describes how she's become more confident? That's me just describing how I feel about writing smut. And yes, there will be a second part - with even more. Happy 2k followers, my dear horny gremlins!

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), premature orgasm, light dom/sub dynamic (if you squint but really they're both just taking the piss out of each other) Wordcount: 4,5k ~~~

A lot of things in your life had gone wrong - more than you could possibly ever count. Sometimes you had even wondered how you had even survived this far. In the last couple of months you had asked yourself that question quite a lot actually.

But then some things had gone very right. Often without you even knowing what was in store for you beforehand.

As you laid on your side on a single thick plush mattress in a massive room with deep red silk tapestries on the wall and polished wooden floors, high ceilings adorned with a shimmering and glittering chandelier in your newly acquired home in Baldur’s Gate, you realised that this was one of those things that had gone terribly right.

But all this wasn't even the best. The best thing that had - quite frankly - ever happened to you was lying right next to you: almost completely naked, only partly covered by some blankets and sheets, just as you were, and at the moment lecturing you on the importance of a coherent design concerning furniture, decor and colours. Long, elegant fingers waved around, gesticulating while full, soft lips kept moving, often smiling - occasionally allowing sharp fangs to be seen beneath - and red eyes began to glow whenever their gaze fell on you.

A small lantern was bathing the large and tall room in some cosy orange light - barely reaching the far corners of the room. It was almost reminiscent of all the nights you had spent in camp with nothing but the moon, stars and a crackling campfire for light. The mattress though was easily an impressive upgrade from your tattered bedrolls despite it being the only piece of furnishing the two of you currently owned.

You had stopped paying attention a fair while ago while Astarion kept waving his arms around, looking from you - softly nodding in agreement without hearing the words - to the ceiling and around the empty room. His curls were delightfully messed up and unorderly, making him look even more handsome for how at ease he was. And the easy smile that didn't seem to leave his lips these days, took quite a lot of those torturous years right off his face.

Your heart fluttered every time he looked over at you, with his bright red eyes sparkling at you and his smile involuntarily growing even broader.

And you saw the rest too: how he elegantly gesticulated with those skilled hands, how the muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he couldn't be bothered to keep still for just a second, the room never silent as long as he was there. You had fallen into easy, natural companionship with each other - as if you’d known each other for centuries already.

What choices you had made to end up right here, right now, you didn’t know. But you surely wouldn’t have changed a thing if this was to be the glorious result.

“Wouldn't you agree, my heart?” Astarion asked you, halting his ongoing infodump. He was looking at you. And by the way one of his eyebrows was raised critically he must have noticed your lapse in attention.

But in your defence, the way his lower abdomen disappeared in the sheets he had carelessly wrapped around his hips - at a very low point - would have distracted just about anyone. The way the lines of his muscles defined his lower body. Especially those two converging lines, starting at his slender hips, then going lower, leading to his…

Astarion cleared his throat. You'd been distracted yet again.

“Darling, you have all the time in the world for staring, you don't need to get it done all at once.”

“I like being a step or two ahead though, love.”

The vampire scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. You saw how it made his muscles contract just a tad and you bit your lip unconsciously.

“I know, darling, you're so diligent. But my eyes are up here, my sweet,” he answered. You heard the vicious teasing in his tone.

You ripped your gaze from his delectable torso and let it wander to his equally delectable face. He was grinning wolfishly at you, one eyebrow twitching up playfully. And now you couldn't help but blush a little. He often had that effect on you.

Astarion simply liked being looked at, and you - well - liked looking at him. But in his defence, he was also very good at reversing the roles, making you flustered whenever he couldn’t tear his eyes from you in return as if undressing you and having you right then and there in his mind even when you were in public. With the way he stared at you now, eyes slowly becoming half-lidded, you also had a fair idea where his mind was going right now.

Your vampire slowly turned to lay on his side, propping up his head on his arm, mirroring your pose exactly. A few of his curls were falling into his face when he slowly leaned forward, his smile already telling you what he was about. Some rustling you heard made you aware that the sheets around his hips were moving when he did. Your eyes flicked downward.

A small involuntary gasp left your lips when you noticed that the fabric had slipped even lower, the man now even more precariously covered than before. Your thoughts immediately took a tumble and stopped being coherent.

Astarion clicked his tongue, his free hand grabbed your chin firmly and made you look at him once more: “Love, we really need to talk about the fact how you lose the ability to focus so quickly.” The wolfish grin was back and he even leaned in a little bit closer still, causing the sheets to slide down just a bit more. A desperate noise caught deep in your throat.

You coughed.

“In my defence, Astarion, you’re almost completely naked”, you whispered as his smirking lips hovered over yours.

“So are you, darling, but you don’t see me losing focus, do you?” Astarion replied, his voice dropping low until it was merely more than a rumble. His crimson eyes took their time as they wandered over every single one of your elegant curves. His tongue darted out to wet his lips unconsciously while with his eyes he devoured your naked body outlining against the dark of the room with the help of warm lantern light sharply illuminating the details of your form.

You swallowed and felt some pressure forming between your legs. The kind you had felt relentlessly almost all the time since you had fallen onto this single piece of furnishing you had bought so far for your new home.

By now it must have been a couple of days of the two of you just hanging out barely clothed in your new almost empty bedroom - just the huge mattress on the floor. And once you had fallen onto it, you hadn’t seen any sense in getting up again. Everything you needed was right there with you.

You had talked even more in the last couple of days than you had ever before. You had taken each other whenever lust had overcome you. And you had just allowed the exhaustion of months and months of fights, adventures and not knowing if you would live to see another sunrise to slowly leave both your bodies. Just sinking into the soft bedding, knowing you could let yourself fall fully with each other around, relaxing and recovering.

Well, you almost didn’t leave the makeshift bed. Only when some carnal urges, that Astarion very unfortunately couldn’t fulfil all by himself, were reminding you that you were still just a mortal did you get up and snuck out of the room. Always coming back to Astarion dramatically claiming he'd barely survived without your attention when you fell back into his arms on return.

Unfortunately you felt some of those urges creeping up on you this very moment, as Astarion was leaning in, about to initiate what surely would become another mind bending tumble in the sheets. But this would have to wait - at least for a few moments now.

And also he could get his ego knocked down a bit for being all too cocky just a few moments ago.

When the vampire was about to close his eyes to kiss you, you rolled back. And with that movement grabbed the blanket that was covering you and threw it at Astarion’s expectant face. As you heard him hiss you slid off the mattress with a cackle and grabbed the first piece of clothing you saw before you quickly, with bare feet, ran to slip out of the bedroom. The vampire ripped the blanket off his face, got to his knees and tried to grab you before you could leave his den but you were just as quick as him.

You heard Astarion curse under his breath but you were already closing the door behind you. The last thing the vampire saw of you, was how you had pulled on his old shirt and how it didn’t fully cover your butt as you slipped out the door, leaving barely anything to his vivid imagination.

Astarion cursed you under his breath and remained kneeling there, a martyr forced to give up his everything (temporarily). At least the view could have been worse. Thinking about how you had looked in his shirt immediately sent a jolt between his legs, making his length throb with need for you as he sat there and mourned the temporary loss of his lover. Only his imaginative mind kept him company until you came back.

When you returned shortly after you had brought a bottle of wine and two chalices (only bought yesterday on a whim) to make up for your rash departure. You slowly opened the door with your bare foot since both your hands were full and found Astarion exactly as you left him.

He was kneeling on the mattress still, the sheets draped over his thighs almost artfully, only barely covering him now. His hands were placed palm up on his wide spread legs, almost as if he was in prayer. And fitting with this was his bowed head, eyes closed, his ruffled curls covering part of his beautiful face.

Ethereal was the only word you could think of at that moment. Astarion looked like the statue of a forgotten god with how he knelt there: every single detail crafted to perfection. The light of the lantern illuminated every line of his naked body, giving the illusion of being carved out of immaculate marble capturing every single one of his sharp lines that worked so well in contrast to your softer ones.

And for some reason it seemed this unreal looking being had chosen to come down from his place among all other divine powers to bow down at your feet. And more even: he had devoted himself to you, body and soul, for the rest of his immortal days to lavishly praise you with all he had to offer.

You gasped as you took him in. Almost not being able to believe how you had gotten so lucky.

The vampire’s head snapped up when he heard the soft, low sound. The illusion of a statue, forever held captive in stone in perfect but lifeless detail, was broken. But the actual thing was so much better anyways. Astarion’s crimson eyes glinted at you in the low light, his body flexed, stone becoming liquid, while you slowly closed the door behind you again.

The vampire eyed you, drinking in the view of you wearing his shirt now being allowed more than just a glimpse: the sleeves sliding down your arms and bunching up around the elbows, the way the fabric spanned over your hips and thighs.

But mostly the vampire was mesmerised by how your breasts outlined against this old shirt of his: part of them obscured by the ruffles, but especially their peaks - hardened by the cold air - were clearly visible to him and made Astarion lose his focus for once. Seeing you this way immediately made lust rise up within him way more than any fantasy could, causing his length between his legs to twitch and slowly harden.

Feeling the tension in the room shift remarkably, you slowly stepped closer to your makeshift bed again. You saw desire light up the vampire’s eyes as he kept gazing upon you. His lips had parted and his expression spoke of nothing but hunger for you as he couldn’t get enough of the view of you wearing his clothes.

Maybe he wasn’t so much a heavenly being that had descended to you but something out of the most fiercely burning part of the hells, ready to drag you down with him and never let you leave again. You swallowed and felt how the vampire’s heated gaze alone made you feel a little hazy.

Had you known it was this easy to turn the table on Astarion in his own little game, you would have done this much earlier. And oh, what irony that while you could barely form a coherent thought once the vampire was naked before you, for him it was you putting on his old, almost threadbare camp shirt that seemingly made the pale elf forget everything else but how good it looked on you. And what it meant to him: that you were his.

The intensity on his face as he kept staring at you without moving was almost predator like and made you rub your thighs together in a desperate attempt to control the beginning pulses between your legs. But the damage was already done. And as if emboldened by the vampire’s attention you felt your hardening nipples rub against the fabric of Astarion’s shirt, pronouncing them even more and making you overly aware of them.

“Come here, darling,” the pale elf asked of you, lazily stretching out an arm towards you. All you could do in response was helplessly wave the bottle of wine and the chalices around, because some pragmatic part in your brain was still working and telling you that your hands were still full.

Astarion frowned slightly at you, annoyed by the delay in you obeying his demand.

“Put it down and then come here,” he ordered in a brisker tone now, you saw his gaze darkening as he almost growled at you.

And of course you followed his demand. There was nothing more you wanted actually as you looked down upon your nearly naked lover before you - demanding you join him again in your bed.

Hastily, you placed down the bottle and the cups and then moved over to Astarion. He was stretching out his arms to you, motioning to you to come sit on his lap.

You didn’t hesitate, but you didn’t rush either now. You placed one on one of his thighs, causing the fabric of his shirt to ride up your thigh so much that you were sure that he must be able to see your swelling core from his position. Immediately one of his hands slid up your pointed foot and over your shin, around to your calf, squeezing the muscle lightly, before it went on to the sensitive underside of your bare thigh.

And of course his eyes were immediately drawn to you bared before him, almost hypnotised and making a grunt catch in his throat at the sight of what you had to offer him. His crimson gaze found yours, his brows drawn together. You stayed like this in a moment of perfect stillness as you kept looking at each other, knowing that you’d be doomed to be each other’s continuous downfall. Then Astarion bit his lips, one canine catching on his bottom lip, his gaze falling back to what lay beneath your legs.

This alone was getting you so worked up that you let your head roll back and allowed a small but desperate moan to leave your lips. Astarion laughed softly at that, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. You moaned again and enjoyed the content humming you earned in response to your openly shown pleasure.

Months ago you would have been way too hesitant to act like this - not directly ashamed but surely too shy to really express yourself, to fully indulge. But Astarion had surely made your confidence rise to unknown heights with the way he always praised you, how he hungered for you and always made it known how much he desired you. And with teaching and showing you what pleasures he could let you have if only you trusted him. And you had done that from the beginning, your belief in him stronger than better judgement.

So there you were, spreading yourself to your lover, while you could observe his cock beginning to twitch below the thin sheets. This with how the corners of his mouth curled up into an almost feral grin was more than enough proof that you’d been doing it right, that he’d taught you well.

It made you feel powerful, knowing how you could make him lust for you. And it heightened your own pleasure knowing how easily you could turn him on.

“Darling,” Astarion mumbled, the tip of his tongue running over his bottom lip as you saw him basically salivating at the sight of you becoming a drenched mess for him, “would you mind coming just a little bit closer?” His gaze flicked from your core to you and then back down. He was eager and insatiable.

“Say please?”

His gaze snapped to yours, eyes narrowed while you grinned, both of you remembering a specific moment months ago when you had teased him just like that. And just like back then he would make you regret it later.

He rolled his head around, loosened his shoulders with an annoyed, dramatic sight.

“Please”, he basically purred when his head came back around.

Oh sure, if he was nice like that, you would come closer. You gave him a pleased smile and withdrew your leg from his, making Astarion’s unwilling hand drop to his thigh while he criticised the loss with a disgruntled groan. But you moved quickly to make up for it.

You stepped on the mattress, already incredibly close to him and enjoyed how attentively he stared up at you, patiently awaiting you now. It was almost fooling you how obediently he had been so far, how he waited for you. But seeing the mischievous sparkle in his ruby eyes and his signature smirk play on his lips told you that he was only playing coy until he had you where he wanted you.

Still you drew out the moment, enjoying your moment of having the upper hand. You let one hand enter his already dishevelled hair and began caressing his scalp with slow circles of your fingertips.

“You’re such a good, patient boy today, Astarion,” you teased him sweetly as you watched his eyes roll back from your soft, sensual caress. One eyebrow twitched at your praise. You knew he liked being praised. But then his gaze snapped back and his hands shot around your legs and pulled you in close against him by grabbing your butt.

You yelped and almost lost balance. Your hands searched for hold on his naked shoulders and the vampire had you firmly in his grasp. His splayed fingers squeezing your buttcheeks, half-covered by the shirt. He pressed his face between your legs. His long, straight nose almost already reached the swelling, sensitive bud there.

A helpless whimper escaped you and Astarion lifted his face again.

“Not so feisty now, are we? Don’t make me become impatient with you, sweetheart,” he told you in a mocking tone, pursing his lips, enjoying the view of you above him and emphasising his point with a firm slap on your butt. You merely gasped in response. Your mind was still trying to catch up.

“Now, move!”, he commanded with another low growl and wasted no time by moving one of your thighs to lift up your leg and placing it on his shoulder. You were balancing on one leg now. But your vampire was holding you securely, both hands on your ass again and pulling you as close as possible.

The fabric had already bunched up over your spread thigh now but you saw the unspoken command in Astarion’s narrowed eyes as he positioned you on himself and you lifted the shirt higher with one hand while letting the other enter his hair again.

And then Astarion wasted no more precious time and pressed his face between your legs again - now with no more fabric getting in his way. The tip of his tongue immediately and effortlessly found your pulsating clit and began working on it while his hands squeezed your butt deliciously.

Without hesitation he pressed his open mouth to your heated core, sucking on it and his tongue circling over and around the sensitive peak there, sending a million little lightning jolts through your body that quickly became stronger, conjuring a thunderstorm.

You moaned loudly now, not being able to control any of it anymore. Your hand formed a fist in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, which he answered with a pleased growl and pressing his tongue even harder against your clit.

He drove you up that mountain so quickly and violently you began seeing stars already while he kept pleasuring you with his eager mouth. The way he sucked on you, let his tongue slide between your folds and inside of you, having you almost fully climb onto his face, and the way you felt even his fangs graze you ever so lightly at your most sensitive part made you quickly lose all control.

Somewhere in the back of your mind clouded with boundless lust you were thankful that he held you so firmly it hurt, because your legs were both shaking uncontrollably the longer and fiercer he kept going. With glazed over eyes you allowed yourself to look down and enjoy the view of your lover devouring you as if he had been only put on this plane of existence to please you in this way. It amplified the pressure you felt building up in your lower body tenfold.

You neared the edge at breakneck speed. And your body was desperate for release, knowing the orgasm would be vicious. But there was something else you wanted. Instinctively you knew that he himself must be aching. You didn’t need to see his massive erection straining the sheets around his hips and the telltale wet spot at its peak to know that it was there - and to know that you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“Astarion,” you groaned breathlessly and used the rest of your control to pull on his hair. But you achieved nothing, merely making him almost purr from the exquisite pain you inflicted by pulling on his hair. He slapped your ass again. So hard you knew it would leave his handprint on your delicate skin this time. That and the sting from it made you bite your lip to barely stifle another desperate moan.

And then the last of your ability to form a simple coherent thought crumbled, the sheer, primal lust inside you taking over when Astarion changed the pace to some slow, hard movements with the tip of his tongue directly over your swollen clit. You gave in to it.

It was inevitable anyway. Only a few more flicks of the vampire’s skilled tongue and you were falling, your cunt throbbing violently despite nothing to clench around.

Your hand was tugging hard on Astarion’s hair again, making him growl. Your face was contorted in overpowering pleasure as the stars you had seen before blew up to a whole firmament and made you lose your vision for a moment from how bright everything had become. Breathless, almost soundless noises left your wide open mouth as you scattered into a million pieces. And only Astarion’s firm arms around you made sure they would all stick together again once you would come down from your own galaxy again.

The vampire kept going for a few more swipes, pushing you just a tad further before it became fully unbearable and then withdrew to enjoy the fruits of his labour, your wetness coating his lips and chin. He absent-mindedly lapped it up as well as possible while he kept watching you writhe from the ecstasy he had provided you with.

When you had come back down enough from the high again to feel your own body, you slowly let your head fall forward again. Your legs felt weak and wobbly just as the rest of your body. You looked at your eager lover, who was licking up some of you from his lips still. Astarion looked mightily pleased with himself.

“That’s what you get for making me impatient, love,” he simply said and grinned haughtily, cocking his head as if he hadn’t just given you one of the most violent orgasms you had ever experienced - and hadn’t even allowed you to lay down for it.

He softly eased your leg off his shoulder but held you securely still to make sure you didn’t topple over. You softly tugged on his curls now and kept looking at him while still trying to catch your breath. The vampire placed soft kisses down the front of your shivering thighs after you had let the shirt drop again, his hands were carefully massaging your behind and the back of your thighs.

“Shame though,” you let out between gasps of air, “I would have loved to feel you inside of me.” You said it while you eyed his erect dick between his spread legs. The sight alone enough to get some pressure back up in your lower abdomen - despite your core still lazily throbbing from your last orgasm.

That made Astarion’s head snap back up again, his eyes sparkling at you as if asking how you still dared to talk back to him after what he had just made you experience. Then he closed his eyes and softly shook his head while his smirk turned wicked.

“Oh sweet darling,” he began and opened his eyes slowly to look at you from under his brows. His eyes were dark and the tip of his tongue darted out to lick over his lips focus wholly on you. The smirk grew even broader until you saw his fangs glint in the low lantern light.

His gaze was piercing, and his hands were once more squeezing your butt until it hurt pleasantly, plugging a whimper from you. You asked yourself if it had been clever to provoke a vampire who must be burning up with pleasure by now and aching for his own release judging by how you saw his erection twitch forcefully between his legs even with the fabric of the sheet covering it.

“What made you think I was even close to being done with you, my heart?”

PART 2

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🍓° 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, sweet soft!reader, she’s a little oblivious. size difference: 6’8!Ari, he’s a total beefy hunk. neighbours au, a little tumble, stripper!reader, brief mentions of mafia business, undeniable daddy energy.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It was a little ridiculous how in love you were… With a single glance, he could make you melt until you’re a pile strawberry ice cream, tied with a pretty ribbon, and sitting on his doorstep.

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

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𝗔/𝗡 | just a little something I wrote inspired by Melting by Kali Uchis (also where the title is from). this is my first mafia fic but there isn’t much detail since this is a real itty bitty au. as always, all mistakes are my own. [all posts/asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Time seems to slow when he jogs by, clad in shorts and a loose tank top with sweat seeping through the grey. His tan skin is covered in a light sheen, making the dozens of tattoos appear darker. From your seat on the porch, they still look like black blobs and lines stretching from his broad shoulders to his hands.

You’ve never seen them up close, but you have a few ideas of what they might be—a whole page in your diary to be exact.

Your eyes fall to his muscled legs, firm and thick thighs strain his shorts and just the beginnings of dark ink poke from underneath the fabric. You barely notice the ice cream melting down the cone to your hands, too deep in a daze when tingles blossom from your chest to your toes. A dreamy sigh flows from your lips as the wind flutters through his long brown hair, brushing along his bearded cheeks.

He turns to you and flashes a bright smile before turning the corner and disappearing down the street. That single glance makes your heart pound ten times faster, and all of your thoughts tangle into one ball of ribbons, varying in colours, prints and lace, but so evidently you.

If you could, you’d gift him that mess just so he could know how much he affected you without even trying.

"Oh no!" You quickly wipe your hands from the melting strawberry ice cream but it's useless, the pink stains your white dress and drips down to the ribbon around your ankle.

It’s almost too symbolic—the pretty pink bleeds all over your ivory clothes, ruining your life just like the fluttering trapped in your rib cage.

Honestly, it would’ve been easier to hate him, but he was so damn big that you didn’t have any space left in your heart to hate him.

To say you're in love would be an understatement. In every fantasy and daydream, he's the main focus, your co-star, your lover, your saviour draped in silk button-ups and silver rings. Oh, he's everything you've ever wanted! As if you manifested him when you were a young child and wrote about the perfect boy to sweep you off your feet and make your life a living fairytale—everything you scribbled in glittery pen has come true before your very eyes.

You don’t even mind that he and his biker friends rev their engines at three in the morning, but your roommate doesn’t agree, she’s never agreed.

The front door slams shut and you stiffen, hurriedly flipping through a random page in a magazine and desperately trying to act like you were not staring at his house next door.

"Did you do it?"

"Do what?" You ask, voice already on edge. Vibrant red hair comes into your peripherals, as well as a pair of angry green eyes.

Natasha groans, setting down her bag on the kitchen counter. "You chickened out again? I need my sleep before I lose my mind. I can’t get any if he and his dumbass friends treat this street like a fucking race track!”

“They aren’t even that loud—and I bought you earplugs.”

“I am not touching those things until those assholes learn how to be decent human beings!” She rolls up her sleeves and grabs your arm, yanking you from the barstool.

"Wait! What are you doing!"

Her heels stomp on the hardwood floor, nearly shaking the picture frames on the walls, “I messed up five drinks today, do you know how bad that looks when they’re my recipes?” She huffs, "he's out there right now mowing his lawn and you're gonna talk to him."

You grab onto the nearest thing which happened to be the couch and clutched it for dear life. “No—you do it!”

"He doesn’t listen to me!" She digs her fingers into your sides making you yelp and feebly swat her away, but you just screwed up big time. “Just try, baby, please! For me!”

That’s the last thing you hear as you stumble out the front door, tripping over the damn welcome mat and tumbling down the stairs. It’s only a few steps, but it stings when your back thumps onto the stone walkway, your poor elbows cushioning your fall.

You barely catch the engine cutting and rushed footsteps before he appears.

He stands over you with sweat brimming at his hairline, a deeply concerned expression etched onto his face, "awh shit, are you okay?"

As always, the air goes thin and you’re under that dumb lovesick spell again. The sun glows around his head like a halo, melting you to the bone, and leaving a mess on the stone in the same shades as your love—strawberry ice-cream pink.

It’s terrible that you don’t know how deluded your tender heart is.

"You're bleeding," he crouches low, gently examining your elbow, "did your roommate push you down the stairs?”

"No! No, I-I fell.” Obviously! “But I'm okay." You utter, avoiding the peeping redhead through the curtains. Your gaze lands on his long fingers wrapped around your arm. He’s warm, warmer than you thought. Heat radiates off his body and envelops you like an old friend, familiar and calm.

"Are you?" He inquires unconvinced, "here, let me clean you up." He leaves no room for protests as he helps you up and leads you to his porch.

After you sit on the couch, he disappears inside the house before emerging with a large white case. He sits next to you and opens the kit on the table.

"That's a lot of stuff." You note, staring at the packed first aid kit. There are various rolls of gauze, different ointments, and bandages, far more things than your tiny plastic box under the sink.

Judging by his shiny sports car, and his collection of perfectly tailored suits and watches, Ari lived a very different life than you and you’d do anything to know about it. Your naive heart aches for him so badly it almost hurts.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Can I touch you, sweetheart?”

You watch him tend to your injury with slow and careful movements, his dark brows knitted in concentration. You’ve never been this close to him, the sudden rush of blood almost makes you lightheaded, but his scent brings you back down. The woody cologne floods your nose, followed by a dash of vanilla with underlinings of musky spice.

“What happened to your other dress?” He glances up, eyes shaded under his thick lashes.

“Oh… It got dirty.”

He hums, “what a shame.” He delicately presses down the edges of the bandage. “That’s one of my favourites. It always makes my day to see you wearing it.”

You swallow down a whimper and clench your thighs, seconds away from dropping to your weak knees. Embarrassment fills your chest, tinged with guilt, “I’m sorry, sir.” The words slip out before you could think.

He cracks a small smile, shaking his head, “it’s okay, just be more careful next time, yeah? Can’t have you ruining the little purple one too, that’s my second favourite.”

Dull thumps hammer inside your head, muffling his raspy voice. You nod silently, digging your sock-clad feet into the concrete.

You take the chance to memorize his tattoos, from the intricate rose by his wrist following the thorn stems up his arm where they entwined with a heavily shaded skull. Thin script is scattered along his skin, you can’t make out the exact words but they’re in swooping cursive, clinging to his flesh like wet chiffon.

His arms tighten as he cleans up, the muscles shifting under his paper-thin t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination. Every unconscious flex clouds your head, tunnelling your vision until he’s all you can see. A small whine sounds from your throat and his eyes flicker to yours, blue as can be.

“I don’t see you leave very often.” You were either inside or sitting on the front porch with a treat and a magazine, or in the backyard tending to that small garden. “Do you work?”

“I… I did, then I got fired.” The wound was still a little fresh. “But it wasn’t my fault, I swear!”

Ari perks up in interest, although he knows plenty about you, this was strikingly new. Aside from your basic profile, he knew about your past as well, including where you grew up, where your parents lived, and how long you’ve been in this city.

It was only right to know about the two girls living next to his late grandmother’s house. Curtis insisted since Ari wouldn’t let him stay in the old two-storey home, but instead the house down the street.

He came here to be alone and mourn, but that was hard to do with a cute neighbour always staring at him. Yet he stopped caring after you left a small bouquet of hand-picked flowers on his doorstep and an adorable ‘welcome to the neighbourhood!’ note.

He forgot how good it felt to be sought after, rather than feared and honoured like a living legend. You gave him that sliver of normalcy with your longing loved-up looks and quick dashes inside when he pulled into the driveway. To you, sweet-spirited you, he was an ordinary guy, not someone with a history coloured in hues of red and dripping all over his shoes, smearing the black ink of his future; an eternity tied to his family’s glory that’s now his.

“This customer was being so mean and I know I should’ve stayed professional but I was havin’ such a bad day already.” Your bottom lip trembles, flashes of that terrible day flickering through your head, “first I slept through my alarm, then I missed the bus, and my make-up broke in my bag a-and everything was all ruined.”

He reaches out, rubbing your knee soothingly. Poor girl, if it was up to him, you’d never be mistreated. “Where did you work?”

“Venom Vixens.” You sniffle, hoping he isn’t the judgemental type, you’ve known too many people who would humiliate you for your chosen career. “I, uh, I wasn’t one of the girls on stage since I was still new but I liked it there. My coworkers were nice, I got free drinks, and…”

“And?”

“I felt,” you look down at your hands, they were so much smaller than his, “I felt pretty. People go there to look and flirt, and I didn’t mind being on the receiving end of it.”

Ari wouldn’t mind giving you all of that instead.

He licks his lips, imagining you in a tiny lace set, the sheer fabric clinging to your figure while you swayed around the dimly lit club. A piece of art in the sea of ogling and drooling patrons, blooming beautifully under the flattery.

“You liked the attention.”

You giggle, “Yeah, a lot. Sure, some customers were gross and would say nasty things, but others were nice, real nice—they’d tip a lot and compliment me. Most of them were just lonely, they wanted someone to talk to or someone to spoil.”

You don’t regret accepting their fawning or expensive gifts, hell, most of your jewelry was from your loyal clients. Sparkly things paired with sweet words were a one-way ticket to your good books.

“How about your boss?” Ari asks, “how did he treat you?”

Venom Vixens wasn’t only a haven for the lonely or where perverts got their fill, but of course, you wouldn’t know that. You’d have a heart attack if you knew of the shady people who walked in and out of those doors, you’ve probably served a few of them, flashed that bright smile and earned yourself a big tip—unknowingly pocketing the filthy, blood-stained money.

“Mr. Hansen was very friendly, but everything went through him. If we wanted to change a routine, we had to perform it for him first and get his approval. He said it was protocol.” Ari snorts but you don’t catch it, all too distracted with twisting the ring on his middle finger. “He was nice when you were nice to him.”

“So he must’ve always been kind to you. You’re the loveliest girl I’ve ever met.”

You preen under his praise and nod happily, questioning why you were so nervous around him in the first place.

Ari was a flirt—and you loved being flirted with.

“Mr. Hansen called me his favourite before he fired me. That was over two weeks ago, and Nat said I could take my time but,” you sigh, “I feel like a bother.”

He wonders if your best friend would still hate him if she knew he was the reason that her cafe was still standing. Without his ruling over the South district, there would be chaos, and that little joint would’ve been ransacked long ago.

Did he also call for extra protection because you frequented the establishment? Proudly so.

“Are you still looking for a job?” He takes your distant hum as a yes, “Do you want to work for me?”

Your head snaps up, your sparkling eyes wide in surprise.

“I’m opening a new club in a few days and I’ve got a spot left for a performer.” He didn’t, but he had no problem giving someone the boot to make room for you.

Your mouth opens and closes several times, and the thought of Ari owning a club flies straight over your head. You’ve watched him more than your favourite movie but you still didn’t know a damn thing about him, except that he smokes, liked to work out and alternated between a white mustang and a sleek black motorcycle.

Oh, and sometimes he changes in front of his bedroom window.

“You’ll be my boss?”

Say the word, and he’ll be much more than that.

He smirks, gripping your jaw and turning you from side to side, blue eyes flickering over your features, “Sure will. I have a feeling this pretty face will be the main attraction every night.”

Your heart swells when his fingers dig into your cheeks. “I-I would, but Nat won’t like that. She kind of hates you… and your friends.” He adds pressure and your lips pucker, “you’re all s-ho loud wit ya’ bikes ‘n engines.”

Ari bites his tongue, it was either the motorcycles or the blood-curdling screams of the poor soul in the basement. He made a mental note to speed up the process of that soundproof room, he couldn’t have you losing sleep over his business.

“She doesn’t have to know.” He replies, releasing your face in favour of loosely grasping your throat. Your pulse thumps under his fingers, hard and fast, speeding up as he leans closer, “c’mon, don’t you want to be a star? Get all that attention again and make me proud?”

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iplayghoul · 4 months

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wet pussy crybaby .ᐟ simon 'ghost' riley

a/n: 2.1k words.. gun play/gun kink, masterbation descriptions, nudes, use of food for sexual innuendos, simon is a bit mean & strict, use of "doll" "sir" "daddy." an excerpt of da roleplay fic which may remain unfinished sorry yall 🫶🏽

"Please, Simon, c'mon," You beg sweetly as the man mentioned cooks you dinner. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet, anklet jingling and glossy lips pouted. It was actually out of character for you to beg despite the kind and lovely person you were, but you really wanted this. Your strong, buff husband continued to make the creamy alfredo sauce, "Sweetheart, we spoke about this. Not gonna' happen." His rumbly accented voice tells you.

When Simon's not on deployment, you both like to spend your days wasting away in the comfort of your cozy home.

The shared space was like a pleasantly sized cottage, garden overun with an array of several differently coloured rose bushes, a gorgeous pond and vegetables planted out; many were gifted by Simon's co-workers who knew you loved gardening. The inside of the home reflects the softness and brightness of the outside too! Often you'd be baking sweet treats: cakes, double chocolate chip muffins, churros and rice crispy edibles (sometimes, even brownies!). Watching cartoons, old movies, decorating with soft pinks, greys and browns, to your delight. The entire home looked like an explosion of marshmallows and chocolate; evidently an outward reflection of you that Simon enjoyed.

But, when the big, strooong man comes home, he's often marching through your garden: rushed. He's clad in all black and dark army greens, balaclava snug above his nose, brows furrowed and eye-paint still darkening his complexion. You're quite sure he remains suited up because he knows you like it, considering that he could always change before! It's a sight to see surely, and you can't help but remember that this is the same man who watches the little videos you make and the photos you send.

You imagine him clad in his bulky gear, sitting behind his desk. Just back from a mission and receiving word that you'd supplied him with a letter. Among the words you take the time to write out each letter of a couple links, not too sure how else your man will access them. Simon's heart beats like the bass of an R&B song, with every click clack of his keyboard. Typically, on his screen will pop up a video of you: pretty puffy pussy spread wide and leaking. Your fingers achingly stuffing your cunt desperately, sloppily stroking in and out while seeping cries of his name. Your voice was thick and creamy, satisfying to his ears much like the endless stream pouring out your pussy like silk.

Ghost. It's what you've been calling him in the videos you send while he's away. And each time you say it, he can't help but stare at your clit, your cunt like a juicy chocolate covered strawberry dipped in whipped cream; each chant of 'Ghost, Ghost, Gh- ah Ghost!' was the quicker you played with the soft sensitive mound at the tippy top of your pussy.

Considering this, it was no surprise to Simon when you'd asked him to get all his gear on and fuck you with his fat dumb dick. But, he enjoys depriving you of what you'd like, waiting for you to become impatient like you are now. You'd deflated. "C'mon Si', pleaaase?" You drift from around the edge of the kitchen island to wrap your arms around his waist. He drags you like light weight behind him as he pours the pasta into the pan, finishing up dinner and continues to ignore your request. "Please, please, please," you beg once more, pushing your pout out as much as you could and batting your eyelashes up at the man as he turns to face you beneath your grip, leaving your chin propped against his pecs.

He draws a hand behind your head, slipping his hands into the roots of your braids and tugging lightly to keep your eyes on him. "You're such a doll, you know that?" He lets out a chuckle. You nodded but huffed. He was always so... mean n' proper n' teasing! "Simon Riley, answer me right the fuck now." You blinked up at him, and he only purses his lips with a soft smile before releasing your hair and removing your arms off him. "Why don't you be a patient little thing, hm?" He rubs his hands on your hips, moving to grab your plates to serve dinner. "Wait 'till you've stuffed your stomach full. Okay love?" You squint a little, "Know I'mma hold you to that, right?" And he nods.

Dinner goes by silently. And you're beginning to think you're going insane. The reason being, your clit is fattened and pulsing in your panties. Your relatively good mood is being slightly dampered and the pout returned to your lips due to the ache. Your panties uncomfortably stuck between the lips of your pussy! And with each bite of the ooey gooey pasta, you're attracted to the way it slithers and slides between your lips. You can only imagine it as Simon shooting sticky strings of his cum onto your pussy. It's soft n' mushy on your tongue and oh, you think you should suck Simon's cock good just for making this yummy meal. Does your pussy feel this warm n' sloppy n' slippery on Simon's cock? You ache. "You alright, gorgeous?" He queries, gathering up his dish along with yours and taking them to the sink for washing, you get up quick and follow him. "Lemme wash it up, baby. You done did all the cookin'."

Simon observes you curiously, noticing the way that, despite your busy body cleaning up his marvelous work: your thighs were pressed together tight. Folding his arms, he leans back on the counter behind you before his deep voice sparks you out of your dream world when you finished up the dishes. "Alright mama, how about you head upstairs and wait for me while I get changed, hm?" You stop and stare— Do you focus on his orders, or the way that familiar petname sounded in his accent? Then, shuffling towards him, hopeful. "Wait–? Don't play w'me right now. You're gonna do it?" Eyes blown wide like Bambi as you peered up at your husband who remained stoic. "Ass up. Face in the pillows, understood?" You swallowed the cherry-like lump in your throat, tummy tingling while you struggled to find the words to respond. Simon pushes himself off the counter, straightening his height above you, his hazy eyes hold a thousand words. "I said, is that understood?" What feels like sparkles prick about your body and you whisper out, "Yea- Yes, Sir." Then, quickly finding yourself where Simon wanted you.

With long, honey blonde braids splayed across the pillows, your eyes were closed on inhaling Simon's refreshing scent. You're not sure how to describe it really, it was a pleasant musk he just had on him, whenever he got out of the shower, perspired, or just didn't wear deodorant: the yummy scent of him stuck to his skin. Surrounding you and Simon's pillow however, were the several Sanrio plush cushions he'd purchased for you. You enjoyed the comfort they brought to the bed and they all smelt like you, so who was Simon to complain. The more you layed there, ass arched up into the air you began to realize you should've stripped down. "No fuckin' way, man," you mumble beneath your breath and make moves to get up and strip out of your white cropped tank top and black fuzzy shorts that rode up your thighs and into your ass. Much like your pretty patterned panties.

As quickly as you got up, you stuffed yourself back into the pillows, the sound of heavy weighted, steel tipped boots bouncing off the walls and gracing your ears. Eyes screw shut and you feel your clit throb, hard. Your mind follows his footsteps as the beat against the tile floor. You lick your lips, by now every glob of peachy lip gloss was gone. You feel some objects drop onto the bed and you flinch, gripping the pillows a little and peaking an eye open. Hard hands grip the fat of your thighs, squeezing 'em tight, moving up to your shorts, then gripping onto the soft material at your hips. Simon's fingers tickle you and you're holding your breath. He pinches at the material, slowly peeling the shorts off you and you notice his hands are gloved when they brush against you.

Cold air meets the roundness of your ass. You weren't wearing a thong, but your panties exposed the majority of you. They'd stuffed themselves between your ass and suctioned itself to your sticky cunt. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Simon couldn't see the wet patch. A gloved hand massages the fat of your ass, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties. He'd rip them off you in a swift motion. Except, the only thing that was swift was the loud crack of his palm, stinging your ass. You whisper a squeal-ish 'oh my god' when you hear the smack split the silence in the room. Eyes wide, already springing tears but you choose to withhold your sounds as much as possible. Simon was finally giving you what you wanted, you weren't about to ruin this shit.

Soon comes another smack, smack, smack on your ass. And with each one you let out a strangled moan with a sniffle; tears kissed your pretty cheeks and your ass has the darkest shade of red imprinting itself on you. Simon moves slowly, giving your pained ass a pinch. He then hooks his fingers under the hem of your panties again, sliding them off you slow. You hear a low groan come out if him as you feel him peel it away from your pussy. The sound gracing your ears almost makes you yelp. Like a starved little thing, jumping at the slightest crumb he gives you.

With your pussy exposed, you feel him shuffle off the bed, walking around a few times. Like he was observing you, then pressing back onto the bed. Then a rough hand collects your braids off the pillows. His closeness almost got a whimper out of you but you didn't dare try to look at him. Holding your braids in hand, he ties them up to a loose bun, your head jerking roughly with the manhandling. As if at once he's pulling your body up by your hair, unclothed nipples below your tank top hardened and printing out perky. Your back is uncomfortably pressed up against his uniform or... whatever equipment he was wearing. "S– Simon," You breathe out raggedly, not sure what to do with your hands given your exposed position. "Is that my name?" You hear his voice rumble deeply right above your ear, it's slightly muffled too and you don't know what to think anymore, looking up at the ceiling that seemed interesting. "Ghost, please." You mutter out, and that's when you feel it.

"What is it? Do you want dick? Is that it?" There's a long, cold metal barrel dragging up the bottom of your thigh and pushing at the fat of your ass. "Y– Yea... yes daddy, that's what I want." You can only think it's his gun thats touching you.

You hear the gun click and shut your eyes, assuming that meant it was ready to be shot when the trigger was pulled. Your cunt was cold and lonely exposed to the air. Whatever slick had built up before was almost gone, but it only left you aching for more. Then you felt the tip of the gun press to your temple. And you could see more of Simon than you did before, because now his entire, huge arm was basically in your view as he held the gun up to your head. "G- Ghost?" You can only stutter out, feeling a sob begin to grow at the bottom of your throat, and it took everything in you to resist putting your hands up to hold his arm. His tattoos, peaked through the black uniform, but your eyes were trained on the hand holding the gun above your eyes. "Don't you think you have to work for it?" He grumbles. And he moves his hand from your braids, your body drops to the bed but he's already roughing you back into the position, holding you by your neck this time. Now you can fully see the gun and your tears continue running freely.

He brings the heavy metal weapon up to your face again, tapping it against your lips like it was the tip of his dick. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Aren't'cha gonna' work for this cock?" Suddenly you're all wet again. "Yes, Ghost." You speak out slowly. "Open your mouth then." And you do, plump lips drop open, eyes remaining trained on the gun.

annddd thats all i got 🤭 DONT BEAT MY ASS YALL LMFAOO

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fashionsfromhistory · 9 months

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Dress

1893

Conventional in style for its time, with a close fitting boned bodice, defined yoke, tight sleeves with epaulettes and full puffed top sections, this two piece dress nevertheless shows the influence of artistic dress on the materials from which it has been made. Originating from the attempts to reform ugly aspects of women’s clothing, artistic dress favoured muted colours and softly textured fabrics, and by the 1890s some of these preferences had found their way into more mainstream fashion worn by middle class women with cultural interests. The fine silk twill of the dress’s body, the velvet and soft wool of its sleeves, collar and hem, and the ‘antique’ lace of its yoke were all favoured components of artistic dress, as were its simple grey shell buttons that celebrated the unpretentious beauty of natural materials. Sludgy shades of green such as olive and sage were a reaction against the brashness of synthetic dyes, and both greens have been used in the silk’s printed design of ‘faded’ pink and yellow honeysuckle with light sage foliage on a dark olive ground. This design, albeit on a different scale, evokes some of the textiles and wallpapers produced by the firm of Morris & Co, set up by William Morris to provide items of interior design that accorded with his artistic and socialist principles. One such example is the block printed cotton ‘Honeysuckle’ of 1876, depicting pale flowers and foliage on a dark ground.

John Bright Collection

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randombush3 · 7 months

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take me home

alexia putellas x reader

notes: idek i was just bored. i don’t even like this 😬

words: 2247

summary: it’s late, but you have a visitor you can’t turn away. (think ‘style’ by taylor swift)

warnings: (repurposed) smut. i don’t wanna talk abt that shocking portion of the fic tho so shh

The nights are lonelier than you had expected them to be when you moved here. Barcelona to London was a big change – a scary one, though it is difficult for your pride to let you admit that.

You, with your ambition, lost sight of what was supposedly tying you down, paying it as much attention as the other person in the relationship was. When you left, nothing really changed. You haven’t heard from her since.

So, as you sit in front of your TV, the bright colours of Sex Education illuminating the white walls of your otherwise dark apartment, you ask yourself once more why you are surprised. Why, every time you spend an evening alone, attempting to master the English language, your heart can’t help but crack a little bit more.

Eyes growing wearier by the minute, you cheat your immersion by texting a friend: no one particularly interesting. She is telling you about her vision for a song. A pianist she heard the other day has inspired her, and she wants your help. You often lend an experienced hand to the ones who need guidance when it comes to producing, but it’s midnight and you can’t be bothered at all. You realise that, in Spain, she must be out in the warmth of the city’s night, sitting on someone or other’s balcony, smoking a cigarette. A quick once-over of your own situation prods at a regret you have decided to ignore.

You’re in London for a reason.

The grating chirp of your buzzer causes your phone to be flung from your grip, landing on the rug beneath your bare feet with a soft, muted thud. Another ring of the buzzer has you groggily heading towards the intercom to the left of your door (painted red since yesterday, as urged by your mother who is all for personalising and making a place feel like home).

“Hello?” you question, too lazy to consider the shockingly short list of potential visitors.

The voice that replies wakes you up, practically setting your body aflame, syllables washing over you as though they come from the font at the altar. Holy. Well, you decide that they are equals.

And, oddly enough, despite moving to another country – despite leaving without saying goodbye, tears in your eyes only cried once your backs had been turned against each other, hands on either side of a door that wasn’t going to open again – you obey her command, slipping on your shoes without hesitation. You step into the lift, examining your tired reflection in the smudged mirror, wondering whether licking your thumb and smoothing out your eyebrows is really going to fix the dark eyebags that act like reverse eyeshadow on your face.

The car that waits outside your building, shadily parked by the pavement across the road, honks once, headlights off. You sigh, accepting your fate, and cross, pulling at the handle of the passenger side, opening the door onto a potentially disastrous night.

“Hola,” says Alexia. Her hair is loose, falling around her shoulders in professional curls. She is in London for a reason, too. From her white shirt and silk trousers, you deduce the kind of reason.

The air is tense, thick with unsaid words and the knowledge of what happened when you last spoke, but you slide onto the leather seat of the rented Audi anyway. “Hola,” you say back. She drives.

There are many questions you’d like to ask her, the first being how she found your address. They sit on your tongue; hopeful, waiting to be said. You swallow and succumb to the heavy silence, listening to the whir of the engine and roll of the tires on the wet tarmac of the roads she drives you down.

She has no map. She knows not where she is taking you, nor why she came in the first place. (The latter is a lie. She misses you. She tells herself she doesn’t.) In truth, she is surprised you don’t notice how she is going round in circles. Maybe you don’t get out much. Maybe you are just as miserable as she has been.

You moved away eight months ago. She has craved your presence for nine. No, ten. Maybe even for a lifetime.

Maybe you feel the same, though she wouldn’t know.

Maybe you want to come home.

Maybe leaving her has only shown you what was always there. What is no longer waiting for you in your apartment after late-night studio sessions or long, draining meetings. What is not a set weekend plan anymore: football matches; dinners with her team; nights at clubs together, dancefloor commandeered and dominated, dingy bathroom not long after. Then, Alexia realises that she has gambled, and that bets can be lost.

Though, if you had found someone else to dance with – to love, really – you’d probably be with them right now.

She wants to say something. Apologise, perhaps. Or ask how you are, solely to discover your current relationship status.

You get there first.

“It’s been a while since I have heard from you.”

She glances across the dashboard, turning right onto a long, tree-lined drive, not caring whether this may be trespassing. It’s hard to look at the road when she could be looking at you instead.

“I have been busy,” she offers.

“I see.”

She bites her tongue, eyes squinting in frustration with herself. Her grip on the steering wheel tightens, though you hardly notice, too occupied with searching for your self-control. You’ve never been blessed with much of it, but it exists within you to a certain extent. Surely.

You know you are wrong when she parks once more outside of your building, this time getting out. You follow suit, taking her hand wordlessly, leading her inside.

Instead of looking into the mirror, she presses you up against it, hands on your hips as you nod, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Her eyes are wild, and you’d think she were drunk if she hadn’t been driving you around for the past twenty minutes. You don’t have to tell her to kiss you. She already knows what to do.

The lift doors open on your floor. You tug her out, taking her home. To your home – a word no longer shared between the two of you.

Your apartment is as dark as you left it, Netflix asking if you are still there as it interrupts Sex Education. You are now accidentally on the next episode.

She laughs quietly when she sees the TV, mouth opening against yours, sound in your mouth as you work to be consumed by her. You’ll probably regret this tomorrow morning.

Alexia takes off her coat, draping it over the back of the sofa. You smile to yourself, choosing to not be conflicted by how comfortable she is here. She knows you well. You like to tidy on your own, and you will set aside her coat somewhere else later. She gives you the freedom – the break in your kiss – to tell her to redress. To get out.

She waits a second more when it does not come.

You undo the top button of her shirt while she stands, paused in your new apartment, breathing in the lingering smell of fresh paint. There are scuff marks on the skirting boards, and she is reminded that it has been eight months. That you have had time to create another life here. It seems as though you, now onto the second button, still manage to mould yourself around her, however.

“Ale,” you murmur, tracing your pinkie finger across the exposed skin of her chest. “It’s okay. I…”

And she heavily relates to your failure to get the words out.

Instead of bearing the silence that should follow, she ignores the alarm bell in her head that warns her not to break her heart all over again, and leans in to kiss you once more, lips soft and familiar and addictive.

Your body feels electric against hers as she kisses you harder and harder. Your mind, for once, is at peace. The first time it has been since you moved here.

You take her to your bedroom, kissing your way down her neck as she lifts your hoodie over your head, muscular arms well-versed in this action. There have been others, you’ve heard.

Topless, you sit on your bed, crumpling the fresh sheets. “I heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl,” you say, catching your breath. She stands in front of you, looking down, eyes fixed on yours despite the cleavage on display being such a tempting exhibit.

There is guilt here with the two of you, now. She wants to make you feel like you are the only person in the world, but she knows you won’t believe her.

“What you heard is true,” she replies, reluctant to admit it. “But I… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You scoff, lying back anyway. She kneels over you, a leg either side of your waist. “I’ve been there too. A few times.” The pang of jealousy that strikes her low in her stomach spurs her on as she reconnects her lips with yours.

You watch as concentration takes over her, letting her touch you, kiss you, caress you. You haven’t even told her to slow down. If anything, you wish she’d speed up and just get to it already, remembering just how good she makes you feel.

She explores your body like she knows it but wants to learn it all over again, kissing the scars and the freckles and the tattoos that litter your body, all equally important features of the woman that sends her soaring above the clouds. You keen under her touch, whining as your patience depletes.

“Please,” you breathe. Alexia slides down your body, her lips skimming the hollow of your throat. You gasp as she kisses the valley between your breasts, the slight tickle of her hands ghosting your ribs making you feel a thousand things at once.

It all crashes into one as she kisses you over your underwear. Your hand laces through her hair, tousling it. You prefer that over how her stylist does it, anyway.

Her lips brush the waistband of the black fabric, hooking her fingers underneath the elastic, giggling at the way you raise your hips in anticipation. Instead, she chooses to swipe through your folds, circling your clit as you protest half-heartedly. You grip the bedsheets as her fingers dip inside of you, tucking and curling. “Good?” Your back arches as at the welcome invasion. You silently beg for her to leave you more breathless than you already are. She somehow hears your thoughts and inches your underwear down, slotting herself between your thighs, lying on her stomach.

Warm lips caress your inner thigh, teasingly making you ask her for more through your involuntary moans. Alexia’s hot breath ghosts over your clit. “Joder,” you swear. You crane your head up to watch at the first bold swipe of Alexia’s tongue against you. Her lips are hotter than her breath as she kisses you, open-mouthed and needily. Her tongue glides through your wetness, stopping at your entrance. Another urgent moan spills from your lips as her tongue slips inside of you, her hands cupping your bum, bringing you closer to her.

You squeeze your eyes shut, death-gripping whatever you can hold onto, as her tongue makes its way up to your clit. The disappointing emptiness is not felt for long; tongue quickly replaced by two skilled fingers. You groan as she curls inside of you.

Your orgasm builds, months overdue. You grind into her.

She pulls away.

Your eyes flicker open at the loss of contact. “What?” you pant.

She kneels up and brings her hand to her mouth, her soft lips enveloping her glistening fingers. Her eyes stare up at yours, intense and lustful, her lips turning upwards in a devilish smile. It is the sexiest thing you have ever seen.

Her hair hangs down as she leans over you, shirt still just as done-up as it was when you had last been focused on things other than how good it feels to have Alexia between your legs. The pause, hot and breathy, enables her to pull the white material off, lacy bralette barely covering anything.

You undo the clasp at the back expertly, throwing the bralette somewhere that will prolong her nakedness in your bed. You groan, a common sound now, at the sight of her, hands cupping her breasts as she grows bashful.

When her thigh connects with your centre, she loses her shyness. She can feel how wet you are, and, really, she feels sorry for you.

Once more, she slips her fingers inside you, adding another this time. Your back curves upwards, your muscles trembling. Alexia’s free hand rests on your navel, holding you down as her tongue swirls around your clit.

She sends you reeling; catapulting you head-first into a land of bliss.

When you have both showered — much, much later — you let her distance herself from you in your bed. She’s a stranger now, you tell yourself.

Alexia leaves London the next day, with no plea to take you home with her.

You spend another evening in front of the TV, deciding that yesterday was only a blip in your routine. But, you know, deep down, that she will be back. Or vice versa. You’ll never go out of style.

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fairy-verse · 8 months

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“Killer.”

The call of his name had been so soft and sweet he hadn’t believed it possible to come from Nightmare himself, least of all on such a bright day as the firstborn fairy of autumn rarely wished to come out during daybreak, and yet as he turned towards the great tree which gave Nightmare’s underground nest its structure, he came to see the firstborn sitting upon a raised root.

Stars and wishes alike, he couldn’t prevent his face from slackening as awe and disbelief painted itself across his whole skull. Nightmare had always been beautiful, from the moment he laid his hidden eye lights upon him, and long before that as well, but now, as he stared in shameless wonder, he couldn’t even begin to set words upon the emotions that racked and destroyed his soul from within. Clad in near-transparent silks of shimmering iridescent colours, Killer took in the sight before him, wishing he could permanently burn it into his wings so he may look upon it over and over again.

Nightmare smiled, a soft blush of colour blooming across his cheekbones.

Killer had a visible reaction to it; his soul nearly curved across his chest.

“Months of courting and unabashed flirting, and a simple dress and a smile leaves you at a loss for words?” Nightmare questioned, clearly taking a lot of pleasure from the current situation at hand. It wasn’t often he managed to render his ever-chattering fairy silent, but now, as Killer stared with open admiration, Nightmare found himself enjoying it; immensely.

Killer couldn’t let that taunt linger in the air.

“Simple? Why, my queen; the silver moon in my darkened sky, there is nothing that could ever be simple about you,” he said, regaining his composure as he approached and knelt before Nightmare. He took the hanging silks into his hand, keeping eye contact with his queen, and kissed it tenderly. “Don’t judge me so heavily for admiring the only light in my everlasting night.”

Nightmare’s blush darkened and he turned his head to the side. “Flatterer,” he said, though his voice lacked any bite. Killer had struck a tender spot, one that was easily softened under his warm caress.

“Only for you, my queen.”

Thank you once again, @aoi-kanna, for making my fairy Nightmare stunning beyond words. I just love how he seems so flirty in this illustration, but really, he must steal Killer’s words from his mouth every now and then. He cannot allow his handsome red fairy to fly around unpunished for all his brazen proclamations of love and devotion. Killer, for his part, will for once keep his mouth shut about this so-called punishment. How could he ever complain about this?

#aufairyverse #utmv #fairy!nightmare #fairy!killer #nightmare sans #killer sans #aoi kanna #the art is just... nydelig as we say in norwegian #gorgeous in english #when i feel compelled to use my mother tongue then you know your art has struck me

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allysunny · 9 months

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(You're my) Antidote | Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

ᵖᵃʳᵗ ¹ | ᵖᵃʳᵗ ² | ᵖᵃʳᵗ ³

Synopsys: Carrying Miguel's child was the best thing that happened to you. It meant he loved you and you two were on your way to start a family. But what you don't see, are the brightly coloured screens in his office that tell him you are slowly dying.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft-Miguel, pain and screaming? Syringes. Do mention if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey everyone! This isn't the super long 6+ word oneshot I promised - I'm still working on that one, I want to perfect it as best as possible. So in the meantime, have another little drabble I came up with! Now that I read it a second time, it is reminding me of Twilight omg. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I may make a part 2 if people want, who knows. I hope you like it!

Miguel opened the door of your shared home as quietly as he could – he didn’t want to disturb you, should you be asleep. It seemed to be what you did the most these past few days, getting some much-deserved rest. And how could Miguel blame you?

In fact, he was the one who suggested you being on bedrest, the idea of you walking around making any kind of effort enough to put him on edge, and worried enough to call you every 5 minutes to make sure you were okay. Not that he didn’t do it when you were resting, he simply waited longer intervals before checking on you.

He took off his shoes and walked to the only source of sound present in the entire apartment.

The duvet of your bed was carefully folded by your feet, and you had nothing but a silk nightgown covering your body. The moment Miguel walked inside the bedroom and laid eyes upon this sight, his usual frown was replaced by a gentle smile, the lines around his eyes softening, giving you a look he did not dare give anyone else but you.

You looked up at him, able to sense his presence the moment he walked inside the apartment. You’d gotten fairly good at that, detecting when he got home, especially because you were by yourself at most times and longed for company. So, you just mastered the art of telling when your sweet husband came to you.

“Honey,” you said, grinning. The hands that were neatly folded on top of your (very) pregnant belly, coming up to touch him. His own reached out, and, upon holding yours with the softest grip, and placed a kiss on top of each. Then, like it was second nature, he kneeled down and kissed your belly tenderly, still rubbing circles on the palm of your hand. His hands were rough, calloused, and he loved the contrast and warmth your untainted ones provided. It was as if, it didn’t matter if he was all beat up, battered black and blue, as long as you remained as you were: untainted, safe, pure.

Miguel dropped your hands and lifted his face to get a good look at you. And the sight before him took his breath away and broke his heart all at once. You were gorgeous, marvellously so. But your energy was slowly being drained, exhausting your beauty along with it. Bright eyes weren’t so bright anymore, hollow cheekbones, big bags under your eyes.

The baby was taking a toll not only on your physique but also your health. And much unfortunately, it was slowly taking over your life. Miguel had kept it a secret from you, quietly going from and to the Spider Society HQ to meet with Jessica and Lyla and find out ways to keep you healthy and safe, but much unfortunately, time was running out.

“Miguel, you can’t keep doing this. You’re exhausting yourself and wasting precious time you should be spending with your wife.” Jessica berated him, hands neatly crossed over her chest. She had been scowling at Miguel for a few minutes now, trying to make him see reason.

He grumbled something under his breath and all but growled, tapping away at his screens.

“How are her vitals?” His voice was dark. It did not sound like Miguel, not at all, rather, a creature of heartbreak and darkness, hunting for something.

“They haven’t been stable for a while; the antidote is wearing out.” The antidote, the very same antidote he himself took. Miguel had made a few alterations to it. Your baby had unfortunately inherited his 50% Spider DNA, and it was causing you tons of discomfort. No longer able to walk or stand by yourself, you needed Miguel by your side at all times to aid you. This modified antidote was created to calm your baby down and restrain his spider abilities. Miguel didn’t tell you, but the sheer force of the child could easily break you in two. That’s why he had been spending countless nights awake, researching ways to get the baby out of you without causing you any more pain.

And while it was sweet that all he wanted was to find a cure, time was running out and you had been seeing him less and less.

Miguel shakes these thoughts away.

It’ll all be worth it once the baby’s born and you go back to normal. The pain you felt now would be worth it, for you two would finally have the family you always wanted.

“Get me more of it,” He grumbled, looking into the properties of the liquid he injected into himself every few hours. Miguel hated that he had to do the same for you, but it was the only way to keep the baby quiet and asleep.

“Miguel, the serum is slowly killing her.” This time it was Lyla who spoke, holographic figure gleaming before his eyes with a stern look. She might only be a program, but it was not like she was going to watch as Miguel once more blinded himself and lost everything. “The baby is growing immune to it, and-“

“Then make it stronger.”

“Making it stronger will only hurt [Y/N] further!”

There was no way to win.

If he strengthened the remedy, you would grow weaker. But there was no way he could sit by and watch as his child slowly killed the woman he loved.

This universe wasn’t helping in any way, with no technological or scientifical advances being enough to help you.

He would have to look elsewhere.

“Are you gonna be home for the rest of the day?” You asked him, weak-looking hand cupping his jaw and caressing his short stubble. Was it just you, or your Miggy was getting careless? He always shaved neatly, the way he knew you liked. This was unlike him. And his eyes… He looked so tired. “You look like you could use some rest.”

“Yeah, cariño,” He responded in the softest voice possible. Your Miguel was all assertiveness and control and professionalism, and you adored it, truly. But it was such a blessing seeing him like this, soft and sweet and truly yours. Little lines formed alongside his eyes as he sighed contentedly, head bending down to press soft kisses alongside your neck. “Finally home.”

Giggling, you turned (or at least did your best to) to your husband.

He on his hand refused to face you, head dropping lower and lower, lips following your exposed shoulder and leaving soft marks on your collarbone.

It felt cozy and intimate and oh so very domestic – all you ever wanted for your life with Miguel. He’d been working long hours lately. Leaving at the crack of dawn and returning when you were long asleep. That was no way to live, and you had pleaded for very long for him to stay home for once.

“How are you feeling?” Was asked against your shoulder, featherlike lips trailing the skin. “Have you eaten, cariño? You know you need to…”

You nodded proudly at him, placing one hand on your stomach once more. You still couldn’t believe you were going to be a mother. The day you found out was the happiest of your life, a close second to the day you married Miguel. “I’m fine,” you told him, “The baby’s been asleep for most of the day. And yes, I have eaten. And quite a lot, might I add, you’d be proud.”

Miguel lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you from hooded eyes.

“I’m always proud of you, you know that.” He mumbled and nuzzled your nose with his, a gesture he did when he felt particularly soft and in love. Before you could chase his lips with your own, agony surged through your body, and ache engulfed your entire being.

You let out a blood curdling scream and doubled over your stomach, hands instinctively wrapping around it, as if protecting it from harm. But what harm? Your baby was the one causing the excruciating pain, not the other way around. Still, you protectively held it.

“[Y/N]!” Miguel shouted, heartbroken. His baby was causing you pain. Again.

As the baby stirred and stirred, you felt the pain seize every single one of your muscles, leaving you momentarily paralysed. The sharp throbs that came from your belly felt like relentless waves crashing against your core, rendering you unable to move. You breathed shallowly, gasping as you clutched your abdomen and cried.

Your husband did not hesitate. He made his way to the living room and returned to you quickly, bright syringe in his hand. You would’ve pleaded against it if you could. The shots of the antidote were getting worse, getting stronger, hurting you more and more as time went by. You hated it. And yet, you’d go through the pain time and time again if it meant your baby would be safe inside it. According to Miguel, it was a simple sedative, and you trusted him.

Taking your arm in his, Miguel prepared the syringe, abstaining himself from your horrible screams. He breathed in deeply – unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t the serum he usually gave you, the one he administered nearly every night. No, this was a different concoction, something created far away, in another universe. He had no idea if it would work – for all he knew, this new cure could harm you, could make you deteriorate quicker.

But he had to try.

He injected the syringe in your arm, and you squealed, head throwing back as tears streamed down your face. Once all the toxin was flowing in your blood, he held you tightly, kissing your face and head repeatedly, whispering “It’s alright, it’s okay, I’m here, cariño…” Until you quieted down. The sight before him was terrifying, and his eyes widened. Surely it was too soon for the remedy to affect you. And was that…? No. No, no, it was impossible, it couldn’t be-

And then, slowly, your breathing evened out. Your sobs turned into silent tears, and you laid back against the headboard. You sniffled a few times, wiped your tears and turned to face Miguel. “Thank you…” You mumbled, closing your eyes. “I… I guess our baby heard you and wanted to express how happy it was to see you…”

It was like you, to see the bright side of things, to consider this a blessing rather than a curse. Miguel adored that about you, how could be so positive, even when the darkness seemed to be too much to bear. Even when the creature you called your child was slowly killing you from the inside out.

He stood up, holding your hand for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“Stay here, I’ll get you something to eat.” Miguel kissed the top of your head and took one good look at you, taking you all in. Beautiful, lovely, sickly, weak, frail, feeble, debilitated. Oh how he wished he could do something other than inject some stupid antidote into your blood. But he was working on it.

Miguel walked towards the kitchen, and closed the door behind him, mind racing, heartbeat quickening, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He had seen you glitch.

A/N: That's it! Shorter than Holo Heart for sure. I don't know if I should write a Part 2, but meanwhile, I'll finish the long ass draft that's been haunting my dreams. I hope you are all well! <3

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara scenarios #spiderman 2099 #atsv x you #atsv x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderverse x reader #astv miguel #across the spiderverse

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hotdogdynamitezzz · 1 year

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Your Fashion and Style Guide

Pt.1

Part 2 (Libra - Pisces) Here

Use your Rising & Venus sign!

Aries:

Prioritizes comfort but doesn't compromise for their fashion style

Absolutely rocks streetwear & athleisure

Prefers sporty fits the most!

Looks best in red & black clothing

Their style always has some sort of edge to it

Big on grunge and vintage rockband t shirts

They love combat boots and they generally prefer flame or camo print clothes

This sounds odd but they kinda remind me of a racecar aesthetic?

Very Sharp with their fashion choices

They look great in leather jackets

A bold colour paired with a neutral for a high contrast look suit them best

They love the rockstar or baddie aesthetic

Looks ~

Taurus:

They have three modes, classy bitches, edgy e-girls & bohemian botanical.

But generally, I see classy and soft the most

Green, Brown, Beige, White, Black, Pink & Red for sensuality.

They love wearing neutrals but they often mix it up with some colour now and again

They usually have some sort of special necklace

A fan of pearls because it's classic

But diamonds are their best friends too ofc

Fuzzy & Fluffy cardigans or sweaters have their heart, especially the white and brown colours

They are into floral and flannel patterns

Their favorite colour options are brown & pink or white & pink 🕊💕

They usually dress more modest but make it look high fashion

They usually like to incorporate silk or a corset into their outfit, being ruled by venus makes them into a sensual and seductive look

Generally they favour comfortable fabrics and silk

Looks ~

Gemini:

I noticed they don't really like dark colours and generally prefer brighter neutrals or colours

They like off-the-shoulder, cold shoulder, cutout tops & cool designs on their shirts whether its long sleeve or not

They choose tops based on the arm style such as balloon sleeves or cutouts

Asymmetrical styles suit them best

Colors are white, bright pinks, and green.

Earrings & Bracelets are their favorite accessories

They like a fairy aesthetic, something that feels whimsical

Likes to switch between feminine and masculine clothing frequently

Very experimental with their clothes

Looks ~

Cancer:

Either soft and girly or moody and dark!

They prefer to keep it modest unless showing off their chest

Their choice of jewelry are pearl necklaces

The shoes they tend to favour are chunky block heels & sandals

Prefers blue, pink & white or black

Soft and flowy clothes like cardigans or kimonos

Knee high socks + sweater dresses look great

They love sweetheart necklines

Into crop tops! Usually silk crops

They like to pair tight clothes with a flowy jacket! Especially if it has a pop of colour

Overall style changes depending on how they're feeling that day

Looks ~

Leo:

Everytime I looked up a Leo rising celebrity that were ALWAYS wearing sunglasses

A fan of sunhats too!

Anything bright & metallic suit them perfectly

They look lavish in silky and shiny materials

They tend to wear fur coats

They like long and sturdy coats in general!

Usually they own big statement jewelry

Everything looks shiny tbh especially their hair.

Sparkly clothes & sequins are their weakness

They could rock sundresses

They look great in animal print, specifically cheetah or leopard.

Bold fashion is their go-to

Even if they wear neutral colours they make sure the texture stands out

Jumpsuits were really popular among them! I think they like to look playful but glamorous at the same time

They will not leave the house unless they look ready for a fashion show lol

Their motive is to standout and turn heads.

Looks ~

Virgo:

Less is more for them

They like simple t-shirts with cute mottos like "be kind" or some shit that HAS to be written in small font or they won't wear it LOL

A Preppy Style & Sweater Vests are their thing

So is gingham print

They rock high-fashion looks

Fake glasses are a cute trend they look good in

A big fan of trench coats and cardigans

They prefer a business casual look

They prefer earthy tones & greens.

They are all about the simplicity in versatility! For instance they usually like black jeans and a white top but the top can be a tube top or a halter top based on what they want that day

They LOVE BLAZERS

Very picky about fashion, I find super bright colors often turn them away

Quality > Quantity for them

A lot of them look great in crop tops, or waist accentuating clothing like kim k is known for

Watches are usually a staple item they prefer

Looks ~

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.2K] 18+

“Shh, baby, s’alright,” Steve cooed, kissing sweetly at your cheek as he cradled your face in his hands. “Oh my girl, that feels good, huh? Yeah?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing closed at the intensity of it. You were lying on the boys bed, Steve’s shirt pulled up your ribs to show off your tits, toes curled and pressed into the mattress as you continued to push the vibrator inside of you. It was a sweetly cruel kind of torture, the boy standing at the edge of the mattress, a pair of sweats slung low on his hips as he hovered over you, watching with hooded eyes.

Every now and then, Steve bent at the knees, pressed upside down kisses to your heated skin, over your jaw and neck as his hands cupped and petted at you, licking into your parted lips as you whined high for him. He never took his eyes off of you, hands roaming over your chest to flick over your hard nipples, a palm flat and rough down your sternum and over the soft of your tummy. He’d nudge at your thighs, give you a little, sharp tap and tell you in a lovely, rough rasp:

“Keep ‘em spread for me, baby. That’s a good girl.”

The toy was purchased a few days before, on a trip that was meant for new underwear. Steve had stopped a whole shelf of them along the back wall, bright pink boxes hidden amongst silk and lace, and it really hadn’t taken a lot to convince you. The soft silicone was a light lilac colour, nowhere near as long or as thick as your boyfriend but it was still enough to make you feel full and the little ears that vibrated over your clit made your back arch real prettily.

Steve groaned when you squirmed, the length of the toy buried deep inside of you, slick and wet gathering on your bare thighs and you tried your best to fight against the boy’s hold, trying hard to squeeze your thighs together at the feel of the vibrations. Your eyes turned glassy as Steve reached between your legs, tutted condescendingly when he felt how soaked you were and he used two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’ to pull at your folds. You cried out at the new contact, the little ears buzzing against your skin.

“Steve!” You squealed, cheeks flushed, jaw slack as you threw your head back, your face buried in the boy’s side as he leaned over you. “Fu-uck, shit, it’s too much, please--”

“Oh, baby,” Steve tsked, voice all sweet, sticky and fond for you. “Baby, look at you, so fuckin’ pretty, huh? My pretty, pretty girl, doin’ so good for me.”

You whined, grabbed behind your head at Steve’s thighs, gripping the grey cotton of his sweats to try and ground yourself. You could see the hard outline of his cock above you, twitching and jumping underneath the material when you spread your legs wider for him. He took the opportunity to press down on the button at the base of the toy, the small motor kicking in more as the vibrations kicked up a notch.

“Fuck!”

Steve laughed, huffed out a breath and kissed his way back up your body, letting you feel his grin as he grazed his teeth over his favourite parts of you - your hips, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your stomach, the underside of your breast.

“You gonna come?” Steve whispered, his nose pressed to your cheek as you panted out for him, nuzzling into your neck. “You’re close aren’t you, baby? I can tell, I know, I know, you wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

Your eyes turned glassy as he spoke, glazing over as his words took you to a whole other space. You felt dreamy, your body on fire, everywhere tingling as you pressed the toy deeper inside of you, hips canting as you tried to find the spot that only Steve’s cock could.

You groaned out, a little frustrated, blinking prettily as wet gathered on your lash line. You sniffed, gasped out at the twitch of the ears over your clit and when your eyes fluttered shut, tears slipped from your eyes and rolled down one cheek, gathering at the hair by your ear.

“Oh honey,” Steve cooed, “don’t cry, you’re okay, aren’t you?” Steve had seen this before, the way you got lost in your own pleasure, in the way he touched you, how overwhelmed you could get as you searched for your high, letting him touch you until your lip quivered and your cheeks turned wet. “My sweet thing, just so fuckin’ desperate, aren’t you? Greedy, little thing.”

“Steve, please,” you cried, sniffling as you rocked your hips against your own hand, pulling at the boy’s sweats until he bent down beside you, giving you the attention you wanted. “Want you.”

“Yeah?” Steve murmured softly, bringing one hand to brush against your face, cradling your jaw and tilting your head back over the edge of the bed so you were looking at him upside down. “You want me? Shit, babe, aren’t you just so cute?”

Normally, that’s all it took for Steve to stop teasing, to crawl onto the bed with you and groan something filthy as he slipped the toy out of you and replaced it with his own, much bigger cock. But he kissed you instead, moaning when you opened your mouth for him, tongues pushing over the other, messy and desperate until Steve took control and made you slow down.

He pulled back a little, pressed one peck, two pecks against your pouting lips and he smiled down at you.

“Want me to keep your mouth busy? Yeah? This pretty, little mouth?” Steve asked you, nose sliding along the bridge of your own. He nuzzled at you, looked down the line of your body to see you bring one knee up and plant your foot on the bed, legs falling apart to fuck the buzzing toy in and out of yourself. “Make you feel nice n’ full, yeah, baby?”

Steve slid two fingers over your lips, pulled at your bottom lip until it fell back into place with a soft ‘pop’. He smiled at you, cooed all pretty when you whined for him, blinking wetly as the vibrator nudged up inside you, catching the spot you’d been looking for.

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart, there you go,” Steve hummed happily and your body buzzed with praise. “So good, such a good fuckin’ girl.”

You let your lips part, mouth open and you groaned around Steve’s fingers, eyes fluttering when they dragged heavily across the flat of your tongue and then the boy was standing again, pulling at his cottons with one hand as she stared down at you with pupils blown wide.

“Shit baby, fuck, you want somethin’ bigger?”

You nodded, whimpered softly when Steve took his fingers from your mouth and dragged his hard, heavy cock out of his sweatpants. He fisted himself, jaw slack as he stood over you, staring at the way you licked your lips at the sight of his dick, gaze dragging down to your cunt, watching how you started fucking yourself a little faster.

“Ah, ah,” he scolded gently, “slow down, baby.”

You swore, breath stuttering and catching in your chest ‘cause you were so close to coming and watching Steve fuck into his own hand was more than enough to send you toppling over the edge. Your body was on fire, thighs quivering, bottom lip wobbling, but you did as you were told, slowing down your movements.

“Stevie,” you gasped, squirming on his sheets, making them wrinkle under your bare body, “m’so close, please.”

Steve tugged at himself, lips parting, hair falling into his eyes and he groaned, hips canting and chasing his own touch ‘cause hearing you say that never got old. He took his time to look at you, all spread out on his own bed, head over the edge with your lips parted, mouth waiting to be fucked.

“I know, I know,” he soothed, his free hand cupping your chin, thumb rubbing softly over your throat. “You wanna come so bad, I know. But you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right, baby?” Steve pouted when you nodded, all sweet and mean for you, fingers and thumb squeezing softly at your cheeks, your neck. “Open up, pretty girl.”

You took his cock eagerly, his head slipping past your lips as you did as you were told, tongue swirling over the tip of him, making him swear above you. You reached up with one hand, trying to hold the base of him, thick and warm in your grip, but Steve tutted and pulled your hand away, making you whine.

“S’okay, baby, I’ve got you, yeah?” Steve encouraged your hand back to your cunt, fingers slipping messily over the wet slick there, spreading your folds with sticky fingers so the ears of the toy could flick back and forth over your clit easily. “Let me help you, that’s a good girl, Christ, yeah, just like that.”He held you face with one hand, cradling your cheek, thumb soothing over the hollow of it as you kept your mouth open for him, lips slick and glossy, eyes wide and wet as you stared up at him. The toy buzzed and Steve let out pretty little gasps and grunts, trying not to rock his hips too much, doing his best not to hurt you but he was close to being wrecked as he watched his cock slide in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, can feel your throat,” he babbled, “you look so good baby, so pretty with my cock in your mouth, fucking yourself nice and slow for me, yeah?”

Your hand quickened, unable to help yourself as Steve talked dirty above you, hands petting sweetly at your face, your hair, your tits as he said the prettiest, dirtiest things to you. The toy buzzed louder when you pushed it deeper, hips flying up off the bed as you pushed it in and up, the silicone flicking over your clit harder than before. You moaned out, eyes glassy, throat tightening around Steve’s cock as it slipped a little too far, more than you could handle.

You gagged and spluttered a little, whining when Steve pulled back, groaning and cooing down at you, his thumb swiping over the corner of your mouth to clean up your mess.

“Oh fuck, shitshitshit,” the boy choked out, fisting his cock over your face, looking positively wrecked for you. “Easy, sweetheart, don’t want you hurtin’ yourself, huh? Here baby, just take the tip, yeah? S’just too much for you, isn’t it? I know, I know.”

Your body seized up, the hook in you tummy tightening and pulling hot as he spoke, feeding his cock back to you as he held it in his big hand, letting you lick and suck at the tip as you fucked the toy into yourself faster and harder. You were crying, whining, overwhelmed and feeling so fucking good you couldn’t stand it.

“That’s a girl,” Steve grunted, softly swiping away the tears that were gathering under your lashes. “So fucking good for me, yeah, just take the tip for me, baby, so good.”

You kept sucking, lips pouted and wet around Steve’s cock, tongue lazing across the head as you whined, lashes fluttering as your eyes fell shut. It was easy to come like this, you realised all too quickly, your cunt fluttering around the vibrating toy, the tip of it nudging up against somewhere sweet inside of you, your clit tingling with all the attention. And the thickness of Steve was something completely tantalising, the thickness of his cock heavy and grounding on your tongue. He was still touching you, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around himself sweeping over different parts of you as he moaned out praises and dirty compliments.

He knew you were coming before you did, watching the way your body tensed up, how you were too busy licking over the hard length of his cock to realise what was about to hit you. And then you were slipping into the pleasure, letting him fall from your mouth as your head fell back and a filthy, pretty whine fell from your lips.

Your thighs snapped together, your hand and the toy trapped between as you rocked into the vibrations, riding out your orgasm with eyes shut, cheeks flushed and toes curled. You moaned out the boy's name, over and over and over until he was groaning above you, head thrown back and jaw slack as he asked you if you could come on you.

You’d barely gasped out a ‘yes’ before he was painting your stomach, his hand a blur as he fucked himself into his fist, his cock wet and slick from your mouth and Steve was groaning something sinful as he came, eyes a dark caramel as he watched himself coat your tits.

“Christ,” Steve gasped out, flopping down beside you, making the bed bounce and you roll into his side. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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maries-gallery · 7 months

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Day 3 of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Licht Klein

wc: 2,5k

warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader

prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

For more content like this, check the masterlist <3

“So I told them-”

Licht nods, features set in their usual neutral impartiality as he listens to the nobleman in front of him; or rather, tries to. For concentrating on anything the man has to say proves to be excruciatingly difficult when his mind constantly strays over to you, crimson eyes aching to search the maze of guests for your form.

The two of you had been invited to a ball at the duke's mansion, who was known through all of Rhodolite for his garish festivities and exceptional qualities as a host, and indeed, his reputation held true to reality.

The glittering crystals of a chandelier catch the light and shower the room in shadows of gold. Long tables line the ornate walls, piled high with all kinds of delicacies and flowing with rose wine. And an orchestra sits at the back of the room, playing a merry tune as couples dance in the spotlights in a concerto of steps and a blur of coloured silks.

Guests had taken their best attire out of their closet for the occasion, glittering rivers of diamonds, bright coloured dresses and ties, new polished shoes and intricate hair ornaments.

Yet, nothing in the room earns Licht’s fancy, who desperately yearns to be back at your side, to hold your hand and bathe in your comforting presence.

The ballroom is vast and crowded with luxuries, as well as the members of Rhodolite's high society. Even so, Licht knows it would take but an instant for him to find you, a tug at his centre pulling him to you. An instinct that never fails to inform him of your whereabouts. A call for home.

A home he can’t wait to go back to once his princely duties free him from this conversation.

“See Prince Licht, I would love to-“ The man continues, but his words blur in the background and the world goes still around Licht as he finally catches sight of you.

His heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his, warm as you beam at him, seemingly on your way to the rose garden. And his lips twitch with the hint of a loving smile, his chest too full with tender affection. It just has to spill out through his gaze in soft exchanged gazes.

Happiness swells in his ribcage at the sight of your attire, a form fitting dress that hugs your waist and dips to your hips before falling in a drape of silk to the floor. He had made sure the colours of his suit matched the shades of your dress.

Though his favourite part isn’t the dress, but the pleasure of removing it for you later on, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he slips the straps down, then proceeding to gently pull the fabric down your curves and-

No.

Not now. I cannot be distracted by such thoughts in public.

Sometimes he wonders if you are aware of the effect you have on him, how easily it is for you to turn him into a being of primal needs and sinful thoughts. How powerless he is in your hands.

His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white as he tries to keep his unwanted thoughts at bay. Still he aches to take a step towards you, to join you outside for some peace and quiet, to loop his arms around your waist and hold you close under the twinkling stars.

But he can’t, so he bears with the heavy emptiness that settles in his chest as you exit the room. Counting the seconds that separate him from you, seconds that feel like years.

Until the bells of your golden laugh reach his ears from the garden and through the ambient noise in the room. And before he knows it, his legs are moving on their own, called by the mesmerizing sound that never fails to make his heart flutter with wings of wonder.

“Prince Licht-” The man starts, interrupted by Licht’s raised hand. A gesture that commands silence.

“Excuse me for a moment.” His voice is flat, betraying nothing of the loud thrumming of his heart and the blood rushing in his veins as he makes a beeline for the rose garden.

He steps outside, the cold air biting at the heat on his cheeks as his eyes fall on you, light embarrassment dusting your features as you laugh at something a young nobleman had presumably just said.

His chest tightens as your lips curve in a sweet smile, not for him, but for another man. Another man who had just made you laugh effortlessly. The tendrils of something dark spread over his heart, the green monster of envy taking over his better judgment.

He takes a step forward.

“I was searching for you.” He almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of his own voice, words that spilled from his lips before he could process them. Still it didn’t matter, this got your attention. And relief floods his veins as your eyes light up with excitement as you turn to him.

“Prince Licht!” You exclaim, and pain needles at his chest as his title coats his tongue in a bitter taste. Still, you distance yourself from the unknown man, unaware of the veil of disappointment that crosses his features. Licht certainly does not miss it, though. And he hates it. “Can I present to you-”

“I need you to come with me.” He says, cutting through your own sentence. His heart squeezes painfully at this realization. Never does he ever speak over you, and you must have seen something was wrong because your sweet smile falters.

I am sorry, there is just no way I am leaving you alone with this man.

His gloved hand finds yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the top, a gesture he knows you will recognise. Something you do to reassure him. He only hopes this serves to calm your nerves and inform you that nothing is wrong, that he loves you and that you are not the problem.

“There is someone I want you to meet.” He continues, pressing a soft featherlight kiss to your cheek. Both to calm his racing heart and to send this stranger a message, as your matching attire apparently hadn’t been clear enough of a signal.

Step away.

You don’t know what caused such a drastic change in your lover’s attitude, but you nod, letting him lead you back inside and through the maze of guests, straight out of the ballroom and out into the dark corridors of the duke’s mansion.

The large doors close behind you, the festivity and its concert now nothing more but a whisper in your ears, growing quieter and quieter as the two of you make your way farther down the hall and up a flight of stairs.

You glance at your surroundings, curiosity tugging at your consciousness as you continue to follow Licht, until the two of you stop right in front of your shared bedroom door.

“Licht?” You say in a quiet voice, eyeing the closed door, “I thought you wanted to introduce me to someone?”

A heavy sigh falls from his lips. He knows he shouldn’t have lied to you, but the words left his mouth before he could think twice about it. Guilt crawls over his shoulders at the sight of your worry infused features.

He just had to take you away, to take you far away from this man, or his heart might have burst. He cannot quite proceed what went through him, what haunts his heart and thoughts at the moment.

But the sight of you laughing and smiling at another man was unbearable. Had him questioning everything, had him scared and insecure. And in depserate need of your touch, of your scent, of your warmth, of you.

“I am sorry.” He whispers, a gentle hand stroking your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His heart melts as you place your hand over his, nuzzling in his touch. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “It can wait, I must have you now.”

Your answer dies in your throat as soft lips meet yours in an hungry kiss that has you staggering back against the door and has warmth pooling at your core. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him for support as his hands tear at the fabric of your dress.

“Licht-” You call between greedy kisses that steal the air from your lungs, desire flaring inside of you as he trails open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and along your collarbones, teeth raking over your skin and sending delicious shivers up your spine.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He says, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the bed before letting you down gently on the sheets.

You have no time to catch your breath before he climbs over you, face buried in the crook of your nape, a yelp coming from your lips as his teeth sink in your skin. Pleasurable pain soothed by kitten licks and his knee nudging at the sweet spot between your thighs.

“You are mine.” He groans against your skin, taking in your scent as his hands roam down your sides, taking down the fabric of your dress with it. The cool air nipping at your exposed skin doing nothing to tame the roaring flames of your desire, your core begging for him to fill the aching emptiness inside of you.

Fortunately you don’t have to wait for long, Licht’s hands settle at your hips, flipping you on the bed and spreading your legs for him. And although your sweet boyfriend’s touch isn’t usually this rough, you certainly don’t complain about the change of pace and the glimpse of something wild you catch in his gaze.

“Arch your back for me.” He says, and you do as told, lying your front on the sheets and sticking your ass up in the air, bending like a bow for him. A shiver of anticipation coursing through your nerves as you hear the distinctive clink of metal and the ruffling of clothes.

You suck in a breath as the tip of his length prods at your entrance, teasingly rubbing over your clit and collecting your honey. Even now, Licht remains the considerate and loving partner, making sure you are well prepared for what is to come next.

“Could he make you wet like I do?” His question catches you off guard, any thought melting from your mind as his fingers dip in the buttery skin of your hips and his cock slowly sinks between your folds.

A high pitched moan stumbles from your lips, your walls stretching out for him as he pushes in deeper. Tears gather at your lashes, both from pain and pleasure of it hurting too good.

He halts midway, giving you time to adjust to his size and collect your bearings, hopefully enough for you to answer his question. Licht knows he is big, knows that the first few thrusts always mix pleasure and pain as he stretches you out to accommodate him.

He also knows you like being full, and that nothing fills you up as much as his cock.

“Could he make you wet like I do?” He repeats in a low voice, bending down over you to whisper in your ear, “Could he fill you up like I do?”

The dots connect in your head, putting two and two together as you make sense of his words. He was jealous. Of a stranger. And although a part of you feels sorry for your lover, another part is much more eager to suffer the consequences of such dark emotions brewing inside of him.

“No-No!” You cry out, fisting the sheets at your head, “Only you, Licht- Unhg!”

A soft smile spreads over his lips, a quiet groan rumbling in his chest as he pushes himself all the way in, brows furrowing as you clamp down around him. Tight and warm. And he’d like to think this is the only reassurance he needs, the only thing he needs for his heart to finally rest at ease in his chest.

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case. And he wishes he could be sorry for the long night that awaits you, but he can’t, not when you seem to enjoy it and certainly not when you beg for him to move and make you his.

His thrusts start slow and steady, building up rhythm until each snap of his hips against yours has you holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Until your eyes cross at the back of your head and unabashed moans fall from your lips.

“Good- Ungh- Keep making these noises.” He grunts, nails digging in your skin in crescent moons as he pushes deeper inside of you, repeatedly hitting the spot he knows has your toes curling. “Don’t hold back- Scream- Hng- Scream for me.”

You do, unable to keep quiet, not when one of his hands dive between your thighs to flick his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Not when he stretches you out so good and has reality collapsing around you.

Pleasure crashes over you, merciless and destructive as you crumble under its weight. Waves of radiating warmth spread from your core to every nerve ending as the coil of your high snaps.

Licht’s rhythm falters, the telltale signs of his own release coursing through his veins as he buries his length all the way up between your folds, sheathing his release deep inside of you where he knows it will stay.

He doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon though, using your own juice and his as fuel for the next rounds.

“Hu-Ungh! Keep-Keep going!” Your broken cries for more only encourage him to pick up the pace once again, pumping his seed right back inside of your awaiting hole. Until another release washes over you, and another, and another, and another.

Until he has made sure nothing but his name remains in your mind, nothing but his name falls from your tongue. And until he has made sure his cum would stay warm and nice inside of you.

Until the Sun rises in the horizon and its golden light filters in through the blinds. Only then, does he tuck you under the covers, gentle fingers brushing away strands of hair from your matted forehead.

And in spite of his extreme fear of being a parent, a stronger part of him finds himself daydreaming about a part of him growing inside of you, about a small family of your own. About a blissful future filled with love and laughter.

“I love you.” You murmur quietly through the hazy clouds of sleep, his heart swelling at your words.

He presses a kiss to your temple, collecting you in his arms as he lies behind you, an arm around your waist. And two fingers buried between your folds to keep his cum inside of you, nice and warm.

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lyralit · 2 years

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ꜰɪꜰᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴘ

a modern-day city: flashy signs, culture, people

a countryside town: farms, markets, fresh air

a school: students, uniforms, classes

a small house: shared rooms, large meals, family games

a large house: empty halls, quiet nights, loneliness

a swim meet: slick floors, loud whistles, team cheers

a workplace: offices, papers, chaos

a blog: curated posts, a careful eye, also chaos

a government facility: taps of shoes, brisk orders, sharpness

a farm: fields and haystacks, ladders, checkered tablecloths

a ship: the sunset on water, crashing waves, sliding cutlery

a ball: swishing gowns, champagne flutes, lilting music

a club: the press of bodies, pounding music, hoarse voices

a kid's party: a character appearance, ice-cream cake, colourful balloons and stacks of presents

a medieval castle: rich silks, red wine, bustling people

a cottage in the woods: soft birdsong, quiet chores, open lake

a space station: dark abyss, beeping machines, emptiness

a superhero facility: training grunts, advanced tech, posters

a football game: spotlights, cheers, divided colours

a movie theatre: quiet giggles, spilled popcorn, sticky hands

a tennis match: bonk, bonk, bonk

a dingy basement: a lighter, a coil of rope, a can of oil

a restaurant (customer): close tables, quiet chatter, That One Screaming Kid

a restaurant (worker): stacking orders, clinking coins, greasy floors

a flower shop: cloying sweetness, dampness, the crinkle of plastic

a grocery store: the squeal of cart wheels, scrape of boxes, crackle of the announcements

a witch hut: bubbling cauldron, bright potions in round bottles, funky jars of ingredients

a bakery: fresh bread, tinkling bells, morning sun

a ruin: dust, beating sun, crumbling rock

a wedding: smashed cake, white lace, cheers

a cliff: crashing waves, swaying reeds, sharp rocks

a concert: nicest clothes, gilded halls, the sound of music

a bank vault: beeping alarms, flashing lights, piles of coins

a sauna: slick tiles, misted mirrors, stifling air

a mine: scuttling rocks, the clank of picks, cool breeze

a cruise ship: bouncy music, sound of laughter, ocean wind

a diner: neon lights, booths, milkshakes with a straw and cherry

a garden: soft breeze, shifting leaves, green flowers

a graveyard: crunch of stones, eerie lighting, the whisper of trees

a house party: clink of glasses, soft voices, flowery perfume

a family dinner: roaring laughter, grabby children, sense of warmth

a foreign planet: rising smoke, hissing steps, green faces

a prison: scratches on walls, thumps of boots, creaking of cots

a jungle: cry of birds, rustling of trees, patter of rain

a gaming room: click of keyboards, flash of lights, scroll of mouses

a forest: howl of wolves, whistle of wind, crunch of underbrush

a waiting room: tick of the clock, tapping of feet, flip of magazines

a lounge: jazzy music, gilded mirrors, plush chairs

a sporting event: cheering crowds, bags of snacks, flashing videos

a fantasyland: roar of dragons, clank of metal armour, thump of horse hooves

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Hey can you please do a yandere Daemon targaryen with a badass mistress reader that doesn't like Daemon's wife and reader just loves rubbing in her face that Daemon prefer her over his wife . Also love your Daemon x mistress reader 🤗🤗

AN: Hi, I hope you like it xx

NSFW

The voice of Daemon’s wife was boring and annoyingly seemed to go on forever. “Is this important?” The rogue Prince asked; leaning back into his chair with his legs spread out. Those bright eyes of his locked onto his wife whilst his hand more gently than he’d ever used on her moved into your locks.

You moaned around his throbbing cock as you ignored the conversation around you. Your gagging noises causing his wife to stumble angrily on her words whilst you only gave the dragon all the pleasure. His hold on you subtly tightened as you quickened the bobbing of your head on him.

Fuck, your mouth was so hot and tight. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing you further down on his cock. His stomach began to tighten in pleasure as he tried to focus on the words leaving his pathetic wife. “The council would like a word.” She whispered out; her eyes wide in near awe as she watched.

Daemon only raised an eyebrow. Was that it, he thought. “Fuck…”His moans easily fell from him without shame as he began to rock his hips. He began to face fuck you and you took it as well as you always did. “Good girl..so good.” The prince whispered his praises down to you as you looked up.

You only moaned happily; sending vibrations onto his fat cock as he guided you up and down. His eyes slowly rolled back as he completely ignored his wife. How she had not left the room already was beyond Daemon. She always was a bit thick, he thought to himself as the moans continued.

His free hand moved into your locks as well and pushed you further down; and kept you there. His own stomach was tightening in pleasure now. Your gagging sounds only had him more aroused as he moved his hips. “Fuck, that’s it…” The rogue Prince groaned as his release finally came over him.

You moaned as his cum began to flood your hot mouth. Gently, he began to move your head up and down. You hummed against him; vibrations brushing against his cock as you looked up to your Prince. You subtly rubbed your thighs together as your own arousal was building up with ease.

His fingers softly stroked your hair as you gracefully removed yourself from him. The silk shift you wore hardly covered anything. You hummed and leaned close; brushing your noses together for a short, soft moment. His smirk only widened as his hand moved towards your arse and began to palm you.

“I should go.” You whispered out and watched as a near pout came over his face, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. His face softened if only slightly before you leaned away fully and stepped back. “Return to me soon.” Daemon ordered as he placed a soft slap to your arse as you turned around.

“Oh, darling, do not think for a moment you could handle him.” You purred into her ear. Her face was flushed in embarrassment and anger. The ladies and Lords of the court easily moved around you both as the feast continued. You wore the colours of the dragon proudly with the bright rubies gifted to you by the Prince himself adorning your body.

“You are just a whore.” She spat out to you and you only could giggle; amusement dancing in your eyes. “Is there a problem Ladies?” Daemon purred from behind you. The movement only causes you to smirk some more. You ducked your head to hide the growing smirk coming across your face.

“I imagine your ladies in waiting are in need of you.” Daemon hummed; dismissing his wife without care. Your smirk only widened as you watched her shoes turn around with a huff escaping her. “Do you have to make a scene?” The rogue Prince whispered down to you as you gracefully turned to face him.

“Hmm, yes…” You whispered to him, keeping your distance only slightly in such a public arena. His smirk only grew; eyes dancing in amusement to match your own. “I am glad she’s gone.” Daemon whispered; his hand moving gently up and down your arm as you hummed. “Glad to be of assistance.”

Not so subtly you stepped closer; your soft breasts brushing against his chest whilst he only stared. “Shall we get out of here?” You purred up at him; fluttering those lashes of yours as you smirked. Your voice was soft and seductive; not that it took much effort for the rogue Prince to want to leave.

“Wherever you go.” Daemon purred down to you; his fingers nearly brushing against your own before he caught himself. “I believe Caraxes has missed you.” The rogue Prince whispered to you as you both turned towards the door. His fingers itching to touch as he watched your arse sway away.

“I believe you like that dragon more than I.” Daemon called after you as he sauntered from the feast; from his responsibilities once more. “I do..” You hummed in amusement; looking over your shoulder with a growing smirk. Oh, his little minx would be punished for that, he thought to himself.

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silvervioletvalentine · 11 months

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💋!Girls are players too!💋

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Cherrie!

Word count : 7k

Summary : in which girls are players too!

Warnings : none? Awkwardness. Past hookups and one , really busy last summer for Cherrie. (She was a slut with a capital S, no shame . Queen behaviour). Just a load of silliness really . Idek.

Cherrie and Lola were both wearing matching expressions of amazement as they gazed down at the sparkling, heart shaped diamond necklace dangling from her fingertips, swaying gently between them, she Could almost feel herself getting hypnotised by its beauty .

Eyelashes fluttering just as much as the wings of the butterflies that were suddenly filling her chest were, cheeks flushing in colour as she heard Lola let out a loud 'awww'.

"Who would have thought that he could be so sweet?" Lola spoke in amazement , both of them exchanging giddy smiles .

The proudness her best friend felt as she watched her usually unloving friend get all giggly over a guy like this. She felt like she was hallucinating, blinking rapidly to assure that Cherrie’s soft smile still stayed the same on her beautiful face.

It did. It wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon either.

“He's totally Soft on you Cherrie. He looks at you like you are the shiniest diamond in his life. I still can't believe that this is happening." Lola said, honestly still in disbelief that she hasn't ditched max as soon as she had gotten her weekends worth of pleasure from him. The usual play around no longer to be seen.

But four months on and the two of them were now more in love that hormonal teenagers , constantly spending all their free time together and Lola was in shock at the way her 'never be tied down because all men fucking suck ass' friend, was now so in love and happy .

She was happy for her, she really was , but still...it had all happened so quickly.

Because it was no secret that Cherrie was a 'player , she played the game much better than any other rich playboy could . She had men wrapped around her finger with just one look, a lifestyle of partying in all of the biggest and newest clubs , champagne on flow and fucking anyone that she found even remotely found attractive.

She was a proud whore who loved sex. There was nothing wrong with it. If men could sleep there way around the city, then why couldn't she? She had needs too and she liked to play the game. It was fun and up until the last break it had been more than enough for her, settling down had never been in the cards at all .

She loved her chaotic and party girl lifestyle far too much to stop it now.

But then she met max.

Sweet, awkward , rambling max who had taken one look at her pretty face , tripped over his own two feet and sent them both flying to the floor with his drink covering her from head to toe Before she could even mutter a simple hello.

She had laid out on the club floor in absolute shock for nearly a minute , simply blinking up at a wide eyed max dazedly as he babbled his apologies and nervously started dabbing at her wet skin with napkins , face bright red and unable to look her in her eyes.

And she had known then that she was done for. Because instead of getting mad like she usually would over him ruining a €5000 dress made of real silk. She had took one look at his red cheeks and trembling hands and fell head over her prada heels in love with him.

Because apparently being in love was something that she actually was capable of. A absolute shocker to not only herself but to all of her friends around her too. Who watched Cherrie going from sleeping with a different man every night , to spending her weekends having date nights with max in their apartment, just the two of them. Cuddled up on the couch, exchanging soft kisses till they would eventually end up in a bed, fucking all night long.

It was still a little bit of a confusing adjustment for her, she could admit . But she wouldn't change what they had for anything. Because max made her happy, which with her being such a difficult person to please, was a rare thing to happen and she never wanted to let that feeling of love and being loved in return , go.

Max wasn't Afraid to show just how much he was obsessed with Cherrie either. Every time he even so much as caught a glimpse of her, his whole face would light up and he would immediately leave any conversation he had been having , just to go see her.

To hold her close and whisper stupid jokes in her ears all night long, his eyes glued to her smile as he awaited for her to laugh at his jokes eagerly, pride glowing on him when she finally did. Knowing that he was the one that made her knees buckle beneath her as she giggled hysterically, proudly knowing that he was the one that made her smile so fondly like that. Knowing that he was the only one that she looked at this way.

It was a huge ego booster , he would admit. He admired her, he adored her, he loved her and knew in his soul that she was the one. The woman that he would marry someday soon.

He had bought a sparkling ring just after two months of dating , right after watching her punch some guy in the face after she had overheard him badmouthing max in a bar . She hasn't hesitated to stick up for him... with her fists. Defending him with her every breath while max did the same for her too.

They were madly in love with each other and Cherrie loved every single minute of being with him, but she couldn't help but feel like this was all going a little too well.

Good things didn’t last forever , did they? Where was the catch? Which door was the trap, with the floor waiting to fall through , taking her with it?

"I can't believe it. This time last year you were having a threesome with those footballers and now you're wearing a hesrt shaped necklace with Max's intials on it." Lola said with a slightly amused grin, shaking her head in amazement.

Cherrie let out a light laugh , eyebrow raising as she recalled the last few years of her life. Her slut era had been a long one, that was for sure.

She had a lot , a lot of fun. There was no denying it.

"I know right! I can't believe it either but max is so good to me.." she sighed blissfully as she sat down on the edge of the couch to put her heels on, checking her phone to see a text from max telling her that he'd be arriving soon and that he couldn't wait to see her.

She smiled to herself happily. "I am a little nervous though. It's the first time that I'm going to be meeting some of his friends and teammates.." she sighed , worried about if they would like her or not.

She did have a reputation , after all. A top model who had spent years trending online whenever new photos would emerge of her with her flavour of the week. Whether it be a actor, singer, ceo or footballers ... she had a long line of ex lovers. It was no secret and it wasn't something that she was exactly ashamed of either.

And max never bright her past up either , I mean, why would he? He hadn't known her then, he had no say in who she fucked over the years. That was in the past for a reason.

But she still wanted those closest to him to like her, she planned on being with max for a very long time. Forever hopefully, so she had to be on her best behaviour tonight .

No more snorting Coke in the back of the taxi. No more dancing topless on tables while some random guy sucked vodka off her tits. No more blowing the bartender for free drinks. No more orgies.

It was taking a little time to get used to, but she was getting there. She was.

Truly.

"Do you even know who they are? You've never even watched a formula one race.." Lola pointed out, bending down to help her lace up her other heel.

Cherrie pouted a little "I don't. I don't even know what they look like. I'm not really interested..i just don't want to embarrass max." She muttered worriedly. Clutching at the necklace that now hung delicately around her neck.

Lola scoffed "there's no way you can embarrass him gorgeous. If anything it would be the other way around..he’s probably more worried about that. Gorgeous men everywhere that want you.." she reminded her with a small smirk. Always amused by the affect her best friend had on men.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes "well he doesn't have to worry 'cause he's the only one I want now. The other guys may be hot but they lack that spark that makes me love them. Max has everything I need." She said seriously, meaning every word of it.

Her face brightening when she heard a knock at her door, hurrying to her feet and almost falling into the door from how fast she was going in her high heels.

A giddy squeal escaping her as she opened the door and found max smiling back at her, eyes scanning him in his blue jeans and white linen shirt, hair gelled back and looking as handsome as ever.

She beamed back at him "max! You look beautiful! Is this the shirt that I bought you in morroco?" She gushed as she gently smoothed her hands down the front of it, unbuttoning two buttons at the top of the shirt to make him look a little more relaxed.

Max just let her fix him up, even bending his head down a little so she could fix a stray piece of hair that had fell down onto his forhead for him.

His cheeks flushing at the admiration across her stunning face, feeling his heart skip a beat as he took in the way the champagne coloured dress draped over her body like a waterfall of silk , hair in loose curls and makeup done to perfection.

She looked like the supermodel that she was. Swallowing his suddenly dry throat , a shy smile tugging at his lips as his eyes caught onto the necklace between her breasts. Pride filling him.

"It is. You like it?" He asked her a little unsurely, not used to dressing up often. But with a supermodel now at his side, he knew that he had to step up his fashion game a little .

She leaned up and kissed his rosy cheek, her smile evident against his skin. "I love it. I'd love it even better on the floor.. we still have time-" she suggestively bit her lip, pulling his arm a little , trying to convince him to follow her back to her bedroom.

Max laughing loudly as he pulled her the opposite way, back out of her apartment. Quickly shutting the door behind her before she could successfully make him ditch the party .

"No!no! Don't even.." he warned her playfully flicking her forhead making her giggle at him, shaking his head at her in amusement "we've missed so many party's and events because of you being horny." He stated matter of factly, smirking to himself as he recalled how convincing she could really be.

She could probably get him to do anything she wanted at this point. One flutter of her eyes and smile on her pouty lips.. he was done for. Completely fucked.

He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky to have a woman like Cherrie fall in love with him . With Confidence that bordered on cocky, loud and mischievous. Funny and smart...always fucking horny. Could drink like a sailor and swear like one two.. she was a dream.

His dream.

He hasn't realised that it was possible to ever love somebody this much. She was his life now.

Forever if he had his own way. (He usually did.) she had always looked lovely in white after all.

"I don't remember you complaining about that." She smugly resorted back to him, smiling to herself as he led her over to the car waiting for them.

Holding open the back door for her, hand hovering above her head to make sure she didn't bump it. Not sliding in beside her until he was sure that she was comfortable and buckled in.

He quickly joined her, nodding to the driver to let him know that they could leave now. Sighing happily as he retook her hand in his, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers absentmindedly. Imagining the day that she would wear the ring he gave her too.

They continued to playfully bicker and tease eachother the whole ride there , giggling between each other . Cherrie posing for max as he pulled out his phone to take photos of her before switching to the front camera, heads pressed together as they both grinned at the camera. Max already planning on setting that selfie as his new Lock Screen.

"You look so fucking good. You hurt my heart." He groaned a little as he helped her out of the car, eyes glued to the dress that she was wearing. Finding it a little harder to breath each time she turned his way.

Cherrie laughed loudly "hurt your heart? What the hell?" She repeated in confusion , amusement covering her face as they walked arm in arm up the stairs to the big mansion where the fancy event/party was being hosted.

Max just shrugged his shoulder as he gently pulled her hair to rest down her back, running his fingers through the ends softly to make sure that they were all neat again.

Before Smiling down at her "yes. Because everybody is going to look at you and want you. I wish you were just a little bit uglier. Why do you have to be so perfect?!" He jokingly said in acusing tone , as though it was her fault for being so hot.

She laughed and laughed, knocking her shoulder against his as she shook her head at him in pure amusement . Flattery making her beam. Pinching his still flushed cheek fondly , quickly kissing the pout away from his lips , not pulling away until he was smiling again.

"It doesn't matter. I'm with you aren't I?" She simply answered him. Kissing his jaw gently, barely able to pull herself away.

Max clearly felt the same, his arm heavy around her waist as they walked inside the ball room, neither of them paying attention to anyone around them. Lost in each other, as usual.

"I can't believe that you actually gave me a chance. I was shitting myself when I asked you out that morning after.." he admitted to her quietly, blushing darkly . "I was surprised that you were even there when I woke up.." he knew what a bad reputation she had, a trail of broken hearts behind her. But he didn't care because he had seen the way she looked at him , had her smile pressed so softly against his lips. He knew that this was real for the both of them.

But he had been nervous , the sickly kind of nervous too . But he knew he had to take the chance while he had it. She was wrapped up in his shirt in just her panties underneath , in his kitchen demanding that he make her some breakfast because she didn't know how to cook. All cool and casual as though the night long rounds of mind blowing sex they had didn't faze her at all.

Max's legs had still been shaking from both nerves and the fact that she had made him see stars.

She fucked like a pornstar, smugly and confidently. Giving (god, so much giving), and taking it all while he gladly let her consume him whole . Max had been speechless and had just let her take the lead.

She had given him the best night of his entire life . Winning a world championship didn’t even come remotely close to how she made him feel.

So appreciated. So free.

He didn't want to let her go. His skin was still tingling from her touch, her scratches down his back and her red lipstick stained all over his chest. He had weakly asked her 'breakfast date? Then dinner tonight?" Not expecting her to say yes.

But instead of laughing him out the door like he had expected her too. She had merely smiled at him then told him that Italian food was her favourite before dragging him into the shower with her. A brand new routine being built from scratch , all the stars finally aligning in their joint sky.

It was as simple and beautiful as that.

Max kept taking her out on dates , kept making her home made dinners so that she would want to keep coming back. She traded being a party girl for nights in with max and his cat.

Instead of sucking off some footballer in the back of the club , she was cuddled up in bed with max while watching a box set of modern family each night . And she loved it. Loved him. She felt like a completely new woman.

Only instead of all the freaky shit she used to do with other guys, she now only did it with max instead.

She had never pinned herself for a one man woman but apparently meeting max was all she needed to realise that she did want the disgustingly in love narrative . She wanted somebody to come home to, to share dinner with, to laugh with and judge other people with.

Max was her person . She was sure of it. She just knew it.

"I was surprised too. I was meant to be on a yacht with a Spanish footballer that night too.." she admitted to him, a sheepish smile on her face as she looked up at him. Not wanting to lie .

He knew what a hoe she had been, there was no point in denying it.

If anything max felt smug and proud that he was the one that made her finally settle down.

He had tamed the player. Him.

It felt nice. Sue him.

He felt especially smug as he felt the eyes of rich men and celebrities alike , all over Cherrie. Lust and awe in their gaze as they watched her laugh, max feeling pleased as she just leant into his side, kissing his bicep gently. Showing Everyman in that room just who she was with.

She wasn't free game anymore. She was taken for, much to the displeasure of others . An much to his endless delight.

He grinned happily.

"I'm glad you chose me. He was probably a dickhead anyways." He said to her smugly .

Cherrie nodded along with a grin "yeah. Now I have my own personal dickhead instead ." She replied , amused.

Max chuckled, kissing the side of her head affectionately. Barely able to keep his hands off her.

"Exactly. But I never pretended that I wasn't a dickhead. Just like you never pretended that you weren't a bitch." He stated, unbothered. "It's good that we're so honest with each other. You tell me if I dress like a wanker and I tell you that you're a little snob. We're perfect for each other." He told her with a small smirk on his face, so in love with her that it hurt.

Cherrie nodded proudly "we really are!"

"I'm just glad that you only fucked around with the footballers. If the other guys in f1 saw you , they would be all over you. I wouldn't have had a chance." He told her honestly , looking around the room for said drivers and friends.

Cherrie hummed a little "it wasn't just footballers." She liked all sports stars alike , a bad , bad habit . Sue her . "-but yeah that would be a bit awkward . I don't even know any of the other drivers..or what they look like. I think you're the only driver I've been with." She said, kind of proud of herself.

Max just laughed as he waved someone over "I would probably die a little inside otherwise. You're gonna meet some of them now. Here's Charles!" He smiled at the Ferrari driver coming there way, nudging his girlfriend to get her easily wandering attention again. "He drives for Ferrari. They're absolutely shit but he's a nice guy." He let her know.

Cherrie was too busy grabbing herself a champagne glass from a passing waiter, sipping on it as she looked around the room. Admiring the chandeliers and posh decor.

"Hey mate! How are you?" She heard another beautifully accented man say, max nudging her again gently.

"I'm good. This is my girlfriend Cherrie." He introduced her happily , wanting to show her off. Knowing that he had the hottest girl out of them all. He felt smug.

Cherrie slowly looked over at Charles, only to freeze in absolute horror as she met his startled eyes. Charles also pausing in his place with his glass halfway to his mouth, eyes widening comically at the sight of her.

"Oh my god." He breathed out in absolute shock, swallowing thickly as he blinked at Cherrie in disbelief. Going red immediately.

Cherrie could only inhale sharply , heart racing in her chest as she suddenly got flashbacks from last summer in Miami . Or rather, a wild night in the private toilets of a five star club. Which then continued to a wild night back at her hotel room too.

She couldn't believe it. It was just her luck that the guy that she had fucked and ducked in Miami was also a racing driver, who drove with max. Her boyfriend.

God. Kill her now.

She narrowed her eyes at him in a silent warning for him to not say a word. Poor max would be horrified if he found out that she had slept with someone he worked with. Someone that he was competing against too.

But How was she to know that the Charles that she had slept with last year was the same Charles who max often told her was getting screwed over by his own team?

What a small world. She thought dazedly, moving a little closer to poor Max's side. Who was none the wiser.

"Don't worry. Those were my first words when I met her too." Max said to him , grinning as he spotted another driver coming their way as well.

Charles couldn't say anything, still looking at her with wide eyes that were now nervously flickering begween her and max. A little paler than usual now.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks. You want a cocktail?" Max asked Cherrie, stepping away from her, missing the panic in her eyes.

She nodded her head quickly "yes. Extra vodka please." Was all she could mutter, not looking away from his back as he walked away to the bar, leaving her to wonder what the hell she was supposed to do or say now.

Charles was the first one to address the rather large elephant now in the room.

Shuffling on his feet awkwardly , swallowing nervously as he muttered a strained "he's going to kill me."

Cherrie just scowled, finally looking back at him with hell in her eyes. "No he isn't because you're not going to say shit. I don't know you and you don't know me, okay?" She hissed at him underneath her breath. Not wanting what she had with max to be ruined just because she was a horny hoe last year.

That was in the past. Max was her future.

Charles looked at her in disbelief "don't know me? I passed out because of how good you blew me! I think we know each other pretty well!" He shot back , bright red in the face.

Both Mortified and honestly , a little turned on as he remembered that night with her. It had been the best sex of his life and he been more than a little sad when he woke up to find her gone without a single trace.

And now here she was, apparently Max's girlfriend? He couldn't believe it! What did max have that he didn't?!

"Nope. No." She insisted , stubbornly shaking her head .

Wishing she had tried harder to convince max to stay at home now. Christ was karma biting her in the ass right now. "What did you say your name was? Carl?" She acted oblivious, not looking at him.

Charles glared at her "it’s Charles!" But before he could complain some more he felt a familiar figure slide up beside him.

Pierre smiling at him for a moment before his face went towards Cherrie and he froze too, mouth dropping open as he let out a shocked gasp .

“star!" He exclaimed with wide eyes, going red right up to his ears .

Cherrie wanted to die.

Wishing the ground would swallow her whole as she looked on in absolute disbelief , feeling a little weak in the knees as she looked between the two handsome faces gaping back at her.

"No." She almost whimpered, not knowing whether to laugh ot cry. Oh my god. This couldn't be happening to her.

She looked frantically over her shoulder to see max still at the bar, her heart pounding in her chest at this nightmare now unfolding before her.

What the hell was going on? Was it release the one night stands night or something?

"Star?" Charles wondered in confusion, frowning at Pierre . "Who's that?"

Pierre was equally as confused, looking at Cherrie with wide eyes. "Star!" He motioned to Cherrie as though it was obvious "this is the woman I was telling you about in Vegas!" He grinned , his eyes a little dazed as he remembered that night with her.

It was official. Cherrie wanted to die. Kill her now.

Charles scoffed , eyeing her judgmentally "her names not star mate. This is cherrie. Max's girlfriend." He told him .

Pierre gasped In horror "no! Holy shit! I slept with Max's girlfriend?!" He almost squealed in fear.

Cherrie glared coldly "no. I didn't know max then! Will you shut the hell up and keep your voice down? I don't need everybody to know the mistakes I made last summer!" She snapped at them, panicking.

Charles looked offended "mistake? Are you calling me a mistake?!" He frowned at her, hurt.

Cherrie couldn't care less about anybody other than max. Sporting her boyfriend coming back over to them with a tray full of drinks, she almost bolted right there and then.

What was the chances of this happening to her? Apparently she had a thing for f1 drivers. Without even knowing it.

She did have a type.

But to her defence it wasn't like she asked for their occupation before sucking their dick! It wasn't all her fault!

Not really.

"Yes! You both are! Do not say a word! It meant nothing. It was just a one night stand. Shut up!" She warned them quickly .

Plastering a smile on her face as max slid in beside her, passing her a cocktail with a oblivious smile on his face.

She took it from him and didn't waste a single second before downing it. Max raising his eyebrow as he watched his girlfriend pass back the glass, taking the glass of champagne from him as well.

He looked between them in confusion, noticing the way that neither Pierre or Charles would look at him. Both red in the face and shifting on their feet like nervous teenagers.

"You okay?" He checked in, kissing the side of her head gently.

Cherrie made a strangled noise, "yeah. Totally. I'm cool. So cool!" She let out a weird laugh , tugging at the collar of her dress "is it getting hotter in here or is it just me?!"

"You know what they say. Liar liar pants on fire." Charles couldn't help but mutter. Making max look over at him in confusion.

"What? Why do you say that?" He wanted to know , protective as ever about the love of his life. Passing her another champagne glass without saying a word once she handed back the empty one to him .

Pierre laughed loudly, jabbing Charles in the side. "Nothing! He's joking! He’s Just er- saying that Cherrie is hot!" He tried to help, he really did. But he was only making it worse.

Even Cherrie looked at him in disbelief , max unimpressed as he looked beteeen the two suspiciously.

"You're talking about how hot my girlfriend is?" There was a clear warning to be careful there.

But poor, ego bruised Charles don't hear it. Still pouting to himself, pride hurt.

He muttered "what do you call her? Lucy? Diana? Morticia?" Sarcastically.

"Shut up asshole!" Cherrie snapped at him before she could stop herself. Glaring at him.

Max looked at her in shock "woah! What? What the hells going on? I was only gone for five minutes!" He exclaimed. Hating being out of the loop.

His girlfriend looked both horrified and pissed off , while Charles and Pierre looked annoyed and terrified at the same time.

Clearly he was missing something. But what? As far he knew, they had never even met before.

"Well, sometimes some people can't last five minutes! Not even three!" She looked at Charles as she said it. Done with his glowering . Throwing back another glass of booze. Her already no filter, filter completely gone.

Pierre snickered a little while Charles glare deepened, max just looking between them in pure confusion and Annoyance.

"Well, with someone as expiernced as you , it's hard! What number on the list was I that night?!" He shot back at her. Also drunk and manly pride wounded.

Max frowned, slowly beginning to work things out.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Groaning loudly in disgust "no! For Fucks sake!" He cursed in disbelief, looking down at his girlfriend in absolute horror.

"not Charles! I thought you said you hadn't hooked up with any of the other drivers!" He almost shouted, feeling a little sick at the thought of.. them... doing that.

Only he wanted to do that to her.

Cherrie looked at him with wide eyes "how was I supposed to know?! I didn't ask them what that did for a living! I was drunk! I would have fucked anyone!" She defended herself terribly.

Max just gaping at her in disbelief "that doesn't help me! Hold on-" he gasped before looking over to a unusually quite Pierre , who paled terribly when he met his gaze "no.."

Pierre grimaced "sorry man. She told me her name was star! I didn't know she was your girl!" He quickly told him. Liking his face as it was.

Cherrie scoffed , rolling her eyes at them angrily "I wasn't his girl! I don't know you then max!" She reminded her horrified boyfriend "and I lied because I didn't want to see you again! Duh!" She hissed at the Frenchman. Regretting being such a whore now.

It didn't feel so good when faced with the love of her life and two ex one night stands like this.

Max inhaled deeply, rubbing his hand over his face with a tortured groan. "God Cherrie!" He didn't know what to say or what to even feel other than sick.

"please tell me that's it? You didn't happen to tongue Christian as well did you?" He sarcastically muttered, downing his own drink now. Also wishing that he had let her persuade him to stay home, they could have avoided this mess.

Cherrie glared at him dangerously"don't even max-"

"Hey guys! Wow- you could cut the tension with a knife!" A new voice joined in, breaking apart their glaring contest. Sounding amused "what's-" Lando Inserted himself with a grin.

Looking around the group curiously before pausing when his eyes finally landed on Cherrie. Who just took one look at him and groaned miserably , throwing her hands over her face as she tried not to scream in frustration .

No. Fuck no. This has to be a nightmare!

"Cherrie?" Lando wondered with a joyful grin "haven't seen you since Italy!" He obliviously said.

Max's face dropped even further . Side eyeing his grimacing, horrified girlfriend and landos cheeky grin, he squeezed his eyes shut in disbelief .

Pursing his lips tightly as he let out a strained groan , whining "no. No. No! Cherrie please! Tell me that I'm wrong!" He pleaded to her weakly. Stomach turning.

It was the consequences of her own actions finally pulling up.

She leaned back against the wall behind her before she could collapse in a bundle of regret , swallowing thickly as she looked at her boyfriend with a face full of guilt.

"It-I- he-" she stammered in disbelief , unable to believe that this was happening . If it was anyone else this was happening to, she would have laughed and laughed and laughed.

“I had no idea." Was all she could repeat

quietly . In shock.

Meanwhile Lando had finally clicked on "oh no." He mumbled guiltily , looking at max with a grimace "is this the 'love of your life?'" He asked him worriedly, eyes going between the two of them.

Max slowly nodded his head, trying to breathe through the misery. "Yes. It is." He simply answered.

Downing another glass in one go. Quickly grabbing another. Understand why she had done it now too.

But there wasn’t a bottle big enough for this drama, no amount of vodka would make him feel better now.

“Let me guess? In the toilets?" He muttered blandly. Shaking his head to himself. Having the worst day of his life right then.

Lando winced "no." He hesitantly glanced back over to a speechless Cherrie who was just looking up at the ceiling , mind empty. Just horrified.

“On the rooftop underneath the stars." He blurted out . All three drivers shifting nervously on their feet as they eyed max warily.

Max just laughed loudly "how romantic." He sarcastically muttered .

Side eyeing Cherrie judgmentally again "I don't know whether to laugh or to cry." He let her know.

She just swallowed "me neither. I can't-"

"This is why we do date nights at home." He said to her, both a little amused but mostly horrified . He then looked at the three drivers with a dark glare.

"well I hope you can all erase your nights with her from your mind because it ain't happening again. In fact .." he pulled her further away from them, jealously tightly gripping his chest in a vice as denial started kicking in quickly .

“nothing happened between you guys and the love of my life at all! You haven't kissed my girlfriend nor have you put your tiny shrimp dicks in her-"

"Hey! My Dick is perfectly normal size-" Charles defended . Pierre nodded along "yeah."

Lando was the only to stay quite, simply grimacing to himself as he looked between max and Cherrie , speechless. And amused. And trying not to giggle at the horribly awkward situation they had found themselves in.

“I still have a necklace that you left behind. With the flowers on." He let her know quietly .

Cherrie looked at him in surprise , angst dropping for a moment as she grinned back at him , relieved.

"really? I thought I lost it! Thank you for keeping it.."

Lando smiled at her "it’s alright! It's in my suitcase somewhere. At my hotel.” He told her nicely.

"I can come collect it in the morning-"

Max let out a sharp laugh , shaking his Head at them sternly . "absolutely not. You're never being alone with any of them again! I will get your necklace.." he glared darkly at Lando "which you randomly found because you have never met my girlfriend before." The denial was sinking in deep now.

Everyone had there copying mechanisms , his was pretending that his girlfriend hadn’t fucked all three of his friends last summer.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes "okay. As horrifying lovely as this has been. I want to go home and scream into my pillow. Maybe suffocate myself with it.” She told them bluntly , turning her head to look at max hopefully "can we go?" She pleaded.

Max let out a loud sigh of relief "yes. Absolutely yes!" He didn't even look at the other drivers "you've met some of them now. And you didn't like them which is okay. We can leave because they're boring you." He rambled on, downing what was left of his glass. Planning to open another bottle when they got home, also planning to fuck the thought of anybody else but him out of her mind.

"Denial wouldn't change the fact that she's sucked all of our dicks." Charles blurted out. Ignoring landos face palm and pierres hissed warning.

Max just let out a strained chuckle "denial is keeping me from killing you Charles. Plus you can't have been that good seeing as she ran away from you eh?" He reminded him coldly. Hooking his arm tightly through cherries, his gaze set on the exit door.

Needing to drink, cry and fuck the love of his life until he felt better. That was the plan.

Maybe some therapy for the both of them too.

"Sex with you sucks." Cherrie agreed , nodding her head along.

Before looking at a nervous Lando and giving him a sweet smile "you were good though. Ten out of ten would recommend." She said kindly. Hoping that they could be friends.

Lando beamed . Blushing at her praise . "Thanks-"

Max dragged her away even quicker "fucks sake! Shut up! Why did you have to be such a whore last summer?!" He whined. Hurrying her to the door as fast as he could .

Cherrie just shrugged "girls are players too. But look at me now!" She weakly grinned "all settled down! Who would have thought?"

Max just rolled his eyes at her "nobody apparently..you're so lucky that you're the love of my life! Otherwise this night would have ended very differently." He hissed at her, rubbing stressfully at his forehead. Feeling a stress headache coming on.

Just before they could escape, a loud voice reached their ears. Max pausing to glance over his shoulder, only to see fernando grinning over at Cherrie happily.

"Cherrie! I haven't seen you since Spain! It's rude to leave a guy naked and alone in bed you know!" He laughed cheekily While winking at her.

Cherrie could only wince deeply , guiltily avoiding eye contact with a incredulous max who opened and closed his mouth several times before letting out loud, slightly manic laugh.

"No. Just no! I can't take anymore!" He shouted hysterically , looking down at his girlfriend in pure exasperation .

“Fernando too?! How busy was your summer?!" He picked her up , threw her over his shoulder , ignoring her startled shriek as he carried her out of there before another driver could stop them and say that they had missed her too.

Cherrie clutched onto his neck as he rushed them straight back to their car , kissing his cheek apologetically . Max just glaring at her as he threw her down in her seat, still fastening her seatbelt for her despite how furious he was .

“A very busy summer." she whispered sheepishly , t her fingers with his hesitantly . "love you." she guilty muttered to him. Smiling like a naughty little child who had been caught eating all the candy left in the jar.

max just groaned lowly and rested his head on her shoulder , squeezing his eyes shut tightly .

“i love you. and I’m going to wake io to see that none of this even happened and that this was all one big nightmare." He whined miserably , pouting as he let her kiss all over his face , muttering giggled , whispered apologies against his burning skin.

it wasn’t .

whoops.

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