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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Paws and Pixels: VoxPet™️

Tiny!Vox x Reader

A/N: Totally writing this thing because of a cute chat session I had with some wonderful people on a Hazbin discord server, it's a shitposty idea but it was a cute one so I couldn't help but write about it. A continuation to "Get off my Screen!" is in the works alongside some other requests too! I'm just glad it was received so well, thanks y'all!

A/N: Btw, the chibi Vox art isn't mine. I might draw something similar with a Y/N eventually though so message me or request it in my askbox if you wanna see it XD

You wished you could say it was a normal day.

But truth be told-

It was so far off from that.

The Vee tower was complete mess by the time you had arrived.

The place was often busy, you knew that much-

But to fall into complete disarray?

Your beloved would have never even allowed it.

Speaking of your lover, where the hell was he?

His absence left you more than puzzled, this was Vox you were talking about after all.

Mr. I-have-to-keep-an-eye-on-everything-or-it-all-entirely-goes-to-shit-

You couldn't say he was wrong this time however, walking towards the elevator with intent to find the other Vees.

But of course they ended up finding you first.

It was Velvette who abruptly dragged you away from the chaos in the office.

Not that you still quite understood what was going on and the reason for her urgency.

"WhaA- Vel??"

"Sorry darling, we've got a bit of an issue as you can clearly tell- but there's just something I absolutely must show you."

You didn't really even have time to ask questions before you saw Valentino rush past you.

Was he holding a phone in each hand?

He barely even greeted you in his hasty exit, probably too busy with the 4 phone conversations he was having simultaneously.

All this chaos and your boyfriend still hasn't shown up.

You started getting worried that something happened to him.

But what Velvette ended up showing you was definitely not at all what you expected.

Especially since you didn't expect to find Vox here of all places.

That and... he wasn't quite himself.

Not that you were complaining, but it was really weird seeing your boyfriend so tiny.

He was probably plushie-sized to be honest.

You would have found it cute if it weren't for the shock from everything else.

The tiny Vox visibly perked up when he saw you.

Was he beeping or squeaking?

"What... what the fuck even happened???"

"Do you want the whole story or a TLDR?"

While you lightly poked the smaller Vox that stood atop the table, Velvette quickly updated you on what had transpired before your arrival.

Apparently, Vox had gone and gotten himself in trouble with some goons earlier in the day.

It wasn't often Vox would get hurt by anything, he was an overlord after all-

But sometimes people got lucky or they really just ganged up on him in big numbers.

The good news was he won, the bad news was he'd gotten pretty beat up because of it.

Shattered screen, fried motherboard, stray wires, and a whole other myriad of issues to boot.

He'd come back to the tower needing a ton of repairs.

Problem was, he'd run out of the needed spare parts and his backup body wasn't in any good condition to be used either.

So go figure, your creative boyfriend decided to handle his situation in another way after he'd put in the order for said needed parts.

They'd probably arrive in just a few days but seriously-

You could only stare at the tiny version of your lover in bewilderment.

There was absolutely no understanding of what was running through this man's brain.

He was even wearing a miniature version of his typical outfit, coat and all!

"Soooo... has he just been in here the whole time?"

"Pretty much. He doesn't really talk either, Val and I haven't figured out if it's because he can't or won't."

"Oh lord."

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, patting the tiny Vox with your hands.

You honestly wanted to be more mad at the situation-

But Vox really just looked too cute.

You just wanted to freakin squeeze him-

"I'm gonna need a purse to carry him around..."

"Oh wow, you're treatin' 'im like a pet already."

You rolled your eyes at Velvette's comment, looking down at your currently tiny boyfriend to find him staring at you.

He had absolutely no business being this cute-

"I'm taking him home, I'd gather that you and Val can handle things here?"

"For the most part, just be a dear and make sure nothing else happens to 'im until his parts arrive."

You just rolled your eyes again.

Great way of stating the obvious Velvette.

Besides, Vox was still an overlord and the strongest of the Vees.

His powers shouldn't have been affected in this form right??

There was no way your beloved went ahead and made himself as harmless as he looked-

At least that's what you had hoped.

However, you picked him up in both hands- you were starting to doubt that.

Vox merely tilted his monitor head to get a better look at you before beeping, his legs dangled slightly from how you held him.

BEEPING AGAIN.

WHERE ARE YOUR WORDS FOOL-

"Huh, he's never made that sound before."

You were really starting to regret even walking into the building today.

And that was of course when your miniature boyfriend decided it was the perfect time to lightly zap you.

It didn't hurt, but it was enough for your attention to go back to him.

Only to see his face all pink with a bunch of hearts emoticons on it.

This little shit-

You really couldn't stay mad at him for long.

Eventually when you were able to get a grip on yourself, Velvette handed you a purse to put Vox in as requested- and you were on your way home.

What did the other Vees even expect you to do with Vox like this?

Did you accidentally become your boyfriend's babysitter??

Today was just way too tiring for you already.

You practically collapsed on the couch once you got home.

Dropping the purse with tiny lover in it on one of the nearby cushions, you didn't really care about the annoyed squeaking that came from inside the bag from the rough landing.

Vox just crawled out of the small purse with a huff.

He figured you would've liked him being all cute this way.

But judging by your reactions-

He couldn't tell if you liked it or hated it.

He did feel slightly bad seeing how tired you were though.

Practically waddling over towards you, Vox patted your head trying to get your attention.

When that didn't work he started beeping and squeaking until you raised your head and looked at him again.

And you were surprised when he awkwardly moved to hug you.

Well, hug your face rather.

The words: "I'm sorry." flashing on his tiny screen.

You sighed tiredly.

Even if he was a little infuriating at times, you still loved Vox's antics.

This one included.

"It's okay, I'm okay. Everything just happened way too fast."

A heart then appeared on his tiny screen face and you pretty much melted.

He was just too fuckin cute.

A/N: Might write a part 2 for this with other headcanons, this was so friggin adorable AHAHAHAHAHA

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felmonth · 5 months

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(Edited and slightly better developed! Will be updated until further notice)

Hey, neighbors! I am alive! XD

AAAAH! I finally managed to finish Tom's sheet, but for Au "Actors," the author of this AU is @frillsand. I've been wanting to create drawings related to this AU for a while now, and there are still comics that I want to share.

Wally won my heart -cries- 😭💘, of course, haha. I'll be sharing with you all the comics that come to mind regarding this AU.

WARNING: Before proceeding, this may contain sensitive content, you have been warned. I hope you enjoy the extended blog and the extra mini-comic to lighten the mood.

Well without anything else to say about it...let's start with Tom Unlucky, the stylist!!

Tom Actor's Story:

In a town called "Titirilquén," Thompson (Tom) Lucky grew up alongside his mother and brother Jack Lucky. They depended on each other for everything. They didn't own a television, but they would find TVs on in stores where mostly there were news and interviews with celebrities. Both of them dreamed of becoming actors inspired by the experiences shared by those celebrities on television. Their school further fueled their interests, as it offered a theater subject and a variety of art-related courses.

At school, Jack exhibited a captivating personality in his school theater performances, earning admiration from everyone. However, Jack felt uncomfortable because nobody paid attention to his brother, who was also improving with each performance and costume. Therefore, Jack decided to involve his brother in everything to make him stand out just like himself...

Over time, the school grants Jack a special scholarship that involves working in one of the largest studios in Titirilquen despite being very young. This news greatly delights Jack, so he mentions it to his brother about this opportunity to become what they wanted to be at that time. Unfortunately, those who gave Jack the opportunity were very disappointed when he brought Tom to work with him, so they reluctantly accepted Tom only because Jack requested it.

When Jack was not around Tom, they assigned him different tasks than what an actor should do, completely deviating from the agenda that Tom had planned for the week. This led him to become overloaded with tasks, but he didn't complain because he thought it had to happen when living the life of an actor.

Jack and Tom were the first young actors in the Titirilquén studio. They initially performed in a few presentations for a museum, and then the director decided to create a program with them. Both did their best until they became somewhat more known thanks to the news in their town, and Tom was no longer as ignored as when he first joined. They reached a broader audience, leading them to want to learn more about the people in their town. So, they started learning sign language and refining their voices for musical sections to begin a small program aimed at families.

Both were directed by the same assistant, "Ron," but due to unforeseen circumstances, he had to retire because he had to move to another country for another job opportunity where he could earn more money to support his family. They had a new assistant, a woman named "Cherry," and from this moment, problems arose. The new assistant was serious and easily stressed when the director had to tell her what to do. As a result, she left the job of directing to the two young actors.

This assistant was starting to have too many problems with the brothers, she envied that both brothers mentioned the previous assistant's actions. However, they did not say this with bad intentions but rather so that he could do his job well, since the director was demanding regarding what should be on the schedule of both brothers. Over time, the work environment between them improved, but something was missing in the assistant's life, the brothers did not say many things to her or chat with her, but instead spoke only among themselves.

One day, Cherry overheard a conversation between the two brothers about the previous assistant. Cherry misinterpreted this as a threat to her job and felt worthless to both brothers. He decided to come up with a plan with his fellow students. The plan was to put one of the brothers in a problematic situation so that she could do something to help them and get recognition for it because according to her, the brothers did not value her.

The chosen target was Tom, as Cherry considered him weak and incapable. After finishing his singing section of the show, Tom left the studio to take a break and have a drink.

He noticed that his co-workers near a restaurant were calling him to chat, Tom without noticing any suspicion in them, approached them with great joy, because he admired what his co-workers were doing in the studio.

And being recognized and starting a conversation by them was a great joy for Tom, since he always lived underestimated as just a simple doll who cannot stand out among humans.

Unfortunately, there were ulterior motives. While they were talking to Tom normally, they took him behind the studio, which looked like an alley, and there a cruel scare developed. These coworkers mentioned negative things when they entered the alley and Tom felt uncomfortable by his coworkers' sudden mood swings. He tried to back away, but was easily caught. While saying negative things, they gradually destroyed parts of his body, including arms, legs, wrists, and fingers. They showed no concern for the little puppet's screams and fear because, to them, he was just a doll that couldn't feel pain, or so they claimed, they made fun of him for being too dramatic when he screamed.

When this situation came to an end, the group of companions left, leaving him alone, Tom remained on the ground, crying without understanding how the situation took such a sudden turn. Just a few moments ago everything was fine and now he was helpless on the ground, motionless. He could only see the cotton sticking out of his body and his limbs outside his body, he could only move his head at the moment, he felt completely useless. He prayed that his brother would find him and help him, but then Cherry appeared, pretending to be worried about Tom. She helped him in this terrible situation and took him to the emergency tailoring service.

Now, with Tom recovered, he was mentally depressed and shattered. He looked at his stitched-up body and felt very insecure about venturing into the streets inhabited by humans. He didn't want to go through a similar situation again, so his only support rested on Cherry.

Tom was immensely grateful to her for helping him in this terrible and stressful situation. After a few long minutes of silence, he told his assistant that he didn't want to continue his acting career. This surprised Cherry, but she said nothing and just listened, offering ideas. She felt quite good about helping Tom in these moments of stress. She informed the director about this decision, and of course, he was very concerned and saddened, especially when Tom requested not to inform his brother.

When Tom was discharged on the same day as the accident, he didn't want to go home because a thought crossed his mind: he had always depended on his brother and was only causing him problems. So, with a heavy heart, he decided to distance himself from his brother. The assistant supported all of Tom's ideas, including the idea of complete separation. She was happy that Tom depended on her, so she found him a job outside the country without consulting him.

From Jack's perspective, after the accident, he found it strange that his brother didn't appear on the show. He asked the director why there were sudden changes in the program and why his brother wasn't there. The director decided to be tough with him, saying they hired him and not his brother. He gave Jack new rules for the new direction of the show. Jack was devastated by this news. He considered quitting his job but thought better of it; he wanted to see his brother at home.

When he arrived home, there were no traces of his brother or his belongings. He tried calling him, but there was no phone coverage. In his desperation, he contacted the authorities to inquire about his brother, but they only started working after at least two days of being missing.

This situation was stressful for Jack and his mother. They were very worried and considered various possibilities of what might have happened. Tom decided not to tell them anything when offered a call by the authorities and declared that he wouldn't return home. His family was concerned because they heard a weak voice through the phone, but it was all they could do as the studio was too secretive with the information.

Both brothers remained separated for a long time. For Jack, nothing was the same without Tom, and the show looked depressing. Despite this, he maintained a forced smile for his audience. Children asked a lot about his brother, leading him into deep depression.

Tom, moved to another country, working in a new studio as a stylist. He adopted a fearful, anxious, and panicked attitude, afraid of everyone. To distract himself, he overloaded himself with work, trying to maintain composure by breathing deeply. He couldn't stop thinking about his family, and he knew what he was doing wasn't healthy, but he wanted to stay away for a while.

Well, that's roughly the story. It's long, but I feel that now it's better understood than before. Thanks for staying to read and loving Tom Actor! -cries-

Curious facts about Titirilquén today:

Lately, I've been hooked on a series called "31 minutos," so I included some things from that series. I highly recommend it, it's in Spanish, but there are English subtitles available. Titirilquén is from that show.

Titirilquén doesn't have hospitals because literally no one gets sick there. However, there are places like Mrs. Juanita's service, who takes care of the damaged puppets in this town.

Titirilquén was a town of only puppets but tired of being anonymous and as an unknown town, they decided to include people in their town, building a civilization, the negative of the town only benefits the humans that its own puppet inhabitants.

Facts about Tom:

(Jack's data was deleted to create his respective sheet)

He is 27 years old now.

He speak spanish but he learned English thanks to Cherry.

He is very naive, and that works against him, as he decides to trust everyone.

He has a puppet friend in this studio and his name is Lulu but he affectionately calls him "Wolfy"

When he first arrived at the studio, the studio people confused him with Wally, so since that day, some just call him "Pink Wally." (This is due to his height, skin tone and hair shape, so Tom changed his look to messier hair to not look like Wally)

Tom is a very good worker, but he always hides after finishing his work and doesn't get distracted by anything while working. If a human talks to him, he ignores them, but if it's a puppet, he takes time to chat.

Despite hiding, he is found by children, most of whom are human.

He misses being an actor but is very afraid.

Alongside his brother, they worked on a children's educational program called "Sing until Counting to 3." They taught children songs that included sign language. However, when they leave, the program is completely forgotten by the director.

Tom and Jack are not the same height, Jack has to bend down to hug and talk to him.

Tom usually wears makeup, always in pink or fuchsia, which is his favorite color.

Tom often sees little due to his poor eyesight, so he sometimes needs glasses to see clearly, but he usually doesn't use them because he finds them unnecessary.

Tom has fallen in love with Cherry due to her concern for him (friend, realize...).

As you can see, Tom is afraid of humans, and you rarely find him crying in studio places where people don't live, or even paranoid. If you find him in this situation, make him feel comfortable because he is completely unstable at that moment.

People consider him strange and curious because he often hides and is fearful, and they don't understand why he behaves like that. (It doesn't mean he avoids bad situations with the studio's humans; some of them respect the puppets, while others decide to hate them.)

Tom in this Au has a human brother, in the style of muppet protagonists. His name is Jack Lucky and they are both very close and have achieved many things together by working as a team. Jack is very attentive to his puppet brother, caring for him and trying to understand him as best he can.

Will Tom manage to become an actor again? Will his life improve? Will his brother Jack locate him after a long time? Will Tom continue to call himself unfortunate? Find out in the next episode... *Felmonth bids farewell to the viewers watching the video.*

NOW, COMIC! YAY!!

Title: "First unlucky day"

Reference movie: "White Chicks"

I don't know what Janet's design is like, I didn't find any reference, so I made it with what I found.

And well that was all, I hope you liked everything, I did the best I could and as always if there are questions ask without problems.

Bye byeeee!

Extra: It is assumed that in this unplanned part, Wally told Tom "Consider yourself unlucky for working with me from now on." (No canon for me xD but extra)

Bye uwu)/💐

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httpiastri · 5 months

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santa tell me with liam and “you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me” 😏😏

liam 🥺🥺 thank u for sending this in sweetheart aaaaaa all of my liam fics have gotten stuck in my drafts for so long, finally time to post something……

"liam- fuck!"

the filthy sounds leaving you has your boyfriend smiling into your folds, humming in satisfaction. your hands grasp the bed covers as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your vision turning black and your mind growing hazy.

liam's touch is soft and innocent now, much unlike how he's been up until this moment and much unlike how your body responds to it. his thumbs brush the insides of your thighs, lips leaving sweet kisses leading up to the skin right below your belly button as he helps you come down from your nth climax of the night.

you'd missed him so badly ever since he last left. his warmth, his comfort, his touch. when you told him that you hadn't been able to come since he last left, none of your toys or your own touch being as good as his, you hadn't expected to end up like this; already fucked out by just his fingers and tongue, your body completely worn out on his first night back. he had been away for f1 and super formula duties for too long, so many weeks without any time to come home. you were practically starved of him – and he wanted to make up for it.

pride swells in his chest at the way your legs shake and your chest heaves for air, a little grin growing on his lips as he moves his hands up to stroke the sides of your ribs. "there we go," he hushes, lips trailing up your stomach. "you're doing so good..."

when you open your eyes, he looks so content, like he's so lucky he's won the lottery. in his mind, he has – to have this beautiful view before his eyes is something only the world's most lucky man could wish for. it all drives him crazy; your pretty lips slightly parted, your dazy eyes and your flushed cheeks.

a drop of your cum rests on his bottom lip, and you let your thumb swipe across it before landing on the side of his cheek. you pull his face down to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue when he licks into you. liam must have some kind of superpower of never getting tired because even now, when he's jetlagged and exhausted after working so much, his entire focus is on you and your body. his hands move up and down your body, thumbs dipping inside your bra and gently brushing over your sensitive nipples. you reluctantly part from the kiss, keeping him close enough for his lips to brush yours as you speak. "my turn now," you tell him, hands palming his broad shoulders as you blink up at him. you then move them further down, fingers grazing his abs before reaching the hemline of his boxers.

but, liam shakes his head. he sits down on his heels, hands wrapping around your wrists. "no way."

"hey," you start, frowning. "you've done so much for me..." you wriggle your hands out of his grasp, reaching down to wrap one hand around his dick and letting a thumb rub over the tip through his underwear. "let me give you something back."

he lets out a shaky breath at the feeling, eyes shutting instantly as he leans forward to grab your sides again. your hands around him for the first time in so long feel so much better than he remembered, and he throws his head back slightly, showing off his beautiful neck and the way his adam's apple bobs when he gulps. he lets you pump him a couple of times as his grip grows firmer, basking in the sensations spreading through his body. but when your hands move up to pull his boxers down, he stops you again. "you're sweet, but no. you don't need to."

you stare up at him with a puzzled look.

"you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me." you swat at his shoulder, a faint blush reaching your cheeks. you're just about to argue when he shuts you up by leaning down to kiss you again. he presses against you harder than before, the way his hips brush against yours drawing out a whine from the back of your throat. he pulls away, giving your nose a quick peck. "will you let me fuck you properly now, my pretty girl?" he asks as he nudges his tip against your entrance, only a thin layer of fabric separating the two.

you hang your arms around his neck, batting your eyes at him. you can't stop the pout from reaching your lips. "please, liam."

and who is he to deny his girl when she's begging so nicely?

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khristie16 · 1 month

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All flavours

Summary: Each man possesses unique qualities that draw you in, making your journey both exhilarating and challenging

Warnings: smut, 18+, foursome, p in v, p in a, oral m receiving, dom!guys, submissive!reader, slight degradation, consensual

author’s note: one of my work redone

You appeared in a dire situation. You are between three men. Between three men you really liked. And every one of them was completely different.

Everyone brought something different to the table. It was exciting what a blossom of flavours you have experienced.

It all started at the paddock. You were lucky enough to be able to auction off the entry fee to the paddock for 5,000 euros. You have loved the formula since you were a child and wanted to fulfill your dream of standing so close to everything that you have only observed through the screen until now.

You were a Ferrari fan, but over time, Max won your heart too. You got used to him and started to like him as much.

The whole experience of that day was really normal, but then you appeared in the room. Locked. With these three.

You stood there, trapped in a trance, your senses dulled, your surroundings fading into insignificance compared to the overwhelming emotions coursing through your veins.

You remained, paralyzed by the intensity of your own emotions, unable to move or speak.

The trio stood shoulder to shoulder. Max, with his inscrutable expression, his stoic demeanor hinted at a storm brewing beneath the surface, leaving you with a sinking feeling that you had indeed messed up, and the consequences were about to hit you like a tidal wave.

Charles was smiling at you sweetly which calmed you down.

But Carlos, — you could feel the warmth that radiated from his body and you were incredibly attracted to him.

You swallowed.

"So, how do we do this?" Max's voice cut through the tension, prompting an exchange of glances between the boys.

As they deliberated, uncertainty gnawed at your insides, causing your hands to fidget nervously. You felt the urge to break the silence. But before you could speak, hesitation held your words captive until you moved.

"You know, I—"

“Pst pst pst cariño” Carlos pointed at you.

You stood in place, your mouth agape in stunned silence. Time seemed to stretch endlessly. Every muscle tensed, yet you remained immobilized, a silent observer trapped in the grip of disbelief.

"Hm, but a nice mouth that talks." Carlos winked at you.

The boys began to pace around you, their movements calculated and deliberate. What were they planning? The air grew thick with apprehension, suffocating you as the realization dawned that you. But with each passing moment, the circle tightened, trapping you in.

"Guys, please—" you began, your voice trembling, but Carlos cut you off with a commanding tone.

"Cariño!" his voice boomed, drowning out your plea.

Charles shot Carlos a cautionary glance, silently urging him to ease up. Then, with a gentler demeanor, Charles turned his attention to you.

"What's wrong, cherie?" his tone softer and more understanding.

You shifted your gaze from Max to Carlos and back again, uncertainty flickering in your eyes before settling on Charles.

"What's going on?" you asked, your voice tinged with confusion.

Max, already brimming with impatience took matters into his own hands.

"Come on, little one. We noticed you peeking at us," Max remarked, "Making eyes on us. And we like you too, so why not do something about it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.

"Only if you want to, of course," Charles said kindly, his words offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst the tension.

You simply stared at him, your gaze locked onto his. Suddenly, Carlos leaned into your back. The heat emanated from him even more and he absolutely burned your skin with his touch. He lowered his head to whisper into your ear.

"Don't you want it, cariño?" he stroked your bare arm with his right hand.

A chill ran down your spine, but slowly, almost instinctively, you leaned your head against his chest. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, offering a brief moment for you to breathe. Not for long, you gasped as Carlos grabbed your cunt.

"Darling, do you want it?" Charles asked, the words tumbling out in a rush as if he couldn't contain them any longer.

Confusion swirled in your mind, your senses feeling like they were submerged in hot water, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. You found yourself at a loss for words.

"Y/N, look me in the eyes. You are safe with me," Charles urged gently, his voice a comforting anchor.

Taking a deep breath, you finally met Charles's gaze, finding a genuine tenderness reflected in his eyes. With a silent nod, you conveyed your consent.

"Words, cariño," Carlos interjected, his touch soothing as he stroked your arms.

"Yes, I want it," you whispered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

But before you could dwell on the feeling for too long, Max pounced on you, shattering the fragile moment of vulnerability with his sudden action.

His soft lips pressed against you, and with each kiss, he peeled away some layers. He took every breath of air from your lungs like the wind from sails. As he held you with his left hand, his strong grip around your neck left you helpless.

You placed your hands on his chest to create space, hoping to at least retain before he draines the breathing life out of you.

With each glance, the red of your skin deepened. Carlos chuckled, amused. Max let you go and you were able to turn to Carlos. Panting, you stared into his eyes.

"Strip." Max said.

The words cut through the tender atmosphere and you frantically started undressing, feeling ashamed and nervous for what came next.

Approval nods from Max gave you confidence in your beauty and Charles's gentle caressing of one cheek gave you a moment of comfort, romantic gestures that made you close your eyes.

As you opened them again, your eyes almost burst out of you head as you stared. Both of them were absolutely gorgeous, and just the thought of them being able for you to take advantage of their bodies made you salivate.

"Don't drool,'' when Charles laughed, you became even more overwhelmed to see them in full naked glory.

You were just on your knees when you had his erect cock in front of you.

Taking it carefully in your hands, your gaze was focused on him. Whether you could touch him or not, it was unclear; you wanted to, but at the same time, you felt like you shouldn’t. The tension between the two of you was heavy; there was a desire to touch, but also a fear of doing something you weren't supposed to.

He stroked your hair in return as a green light for you. Your fears and doubts dissolved away under the heat of the moment. The only thing that mattered now was the desire to touch, to suck him as best you could. The excitement of the moment made you lose yourself in the sensation. Only after a while did you realize that the boys were also around you, their presence an additional stimulation to the already palpable tension.

You left your mouth wrapped around Charles and reached out for both of them with each hand. You started riding up and down, taking your pace slow and taking it very sensually. The sounds of muffled and suppressed noises as they moan filled the air like a lullaby.

"I can't take it anymore," Max hissed "I'm taking her ass."

Hearing those words made you excited.

"I'm going to lie down and you're going to sit on me, okay cherie?" Charles told you.

Following Charles's commands, you strap his lap while he looked at you from below. Listening to his words without hesitating, you were already fully immersed in the moment and willing to do whatever pleases him without further ado.

By this time you were getting lost in those green eyes, Max stuck his fingers in you.

You gasped as he whispered in your ear and peck your cheek, "I'll borrow some," his warm breath brushing your skin made you feel dizzy and your heart beating faster.

You felt overwhelmed with emotions. The intensity of the moment made you choke back tears, and as Max started kissing and biting your neck, the sensation overwhelmed you more that you reached your hands into his hair, tugging lightly. Meanwhile, Charles's grip on your hips kept you steady, not letting you move too much.

"If she’s acting like this now, I don't know how she will make it to the end" Carlos said.

Hearing Carlos's words disturbed you, and the look of fear on your face reflected that. Suddenly, it was as if the whole world came to pause. Max and Charles waited patiently, both having a neutral facial expression.

Carlos walked over to you as he stroked your hair, the smile on his face made him seem more friendly and comforting.

With that, he asked, "Will you be a good girl right?" a question that made you hesitate and wonder what that really meant.

You nodded to Carlos's question, but with him kissing your forehead, you felt some sense of reassurance and comfort. You didn't quite know what he meant by 'till the end', but you trusted him and his gestures.

Charles focused on you, slowly directing you to sit on top of him. You took him in, taking it slow as you looked into his beautiful eyes, feeling yourself consumed by his gaze. The urge to obey took over as you felt yourself becoming lost inside the intimacy of the moment between the two of you.

You started to sob as time went on, feeling like the experience was too much for you. Charles waited a moment for you to get used to it, but before you actually could, he was pulling you down again.

The sensations were intense and overwhelming. You felt both panic and excitement as you felt Max trying to insert himself in you.

But you pulled away from him from the overwhelming sensation.

"Cariño, you said you would be a good girl."

His words filled you with both a sense of panic and excitement, as if he was reminding you of his power over you. He had brought you to this moment and he was the one setting the rules of it.

"I'm sorry."

Is all you could say at the moment, as the words of him were still ringing in your ears.

"Spread your cheeks honey." Max said sweetly.

Following his instruction to be a good girl, you went with the flow in that moment, feeling Charles's presence inside of you and Max slowly creeping into you. The sensation was new and intense, and it took some time before you could adjust to it. But once you did, all those feelings of excitement and lust escalated into you coming undone with a loud cry.

"So fucking tight." Max hissed.

Lost in pleasure and the high of the moment, you fell on Charles's chest, his presence inside of you creating an intense experience.

"Kiss Me." Charles told you.

Hearing his words, you looked up to him and saw him gazing at you intently. His gaze filled you with a jolt of energy and desire.

Raising your head to meet his lips, you let yourself be carried away by the kiss while Carlos’s wandering hand toyed with your clit.

The loud moans escaping you were a reflection of the overwhelming sensation of satisfaction you were experiencing. It all became too much, too intense, and too perfect. Max's grip on your hips kept you steady and you felt so good in his arms.

"Such a good girl." He rasped in your ear.

Charles grabbed you by your breasts and started thrusting into you from below.

You were coming for the second time with Carlos as he was handling himself while looking at the intense scene.

"Such a good girl." Max told you and Charles pinched your nipples.

Seeing the state that Charles had been brought to made you feel powerful. The color of his cheeks, his parted lips, and the pure passion in his eyes, unlike anything you had seen before, made you understand the immense pleasure he was experiencing, and the intense desire he had for you.

You felt him slowly buck under you, his cock starting to stretch and grow inside of you.

"Charles, cum in me."

The command you gave made Charles let out a loud moan, and to that Carlos laughed.

Carlos walked next to you and placed his hand on your face, turning it towards him, and locking your gaze onto his. His grip was firm, letting you know who was in charge.

He tapped your lips and you opened them up for him. He drove his cock into you.

You felt Max grow inside you and even with Carlos' cock in your mouth you screamed as Max bit your neck hard enough to silence his moans.

Charles was lost in the sensations, moaning and stuttering which made him unable to form any coherent words. His eyes were open and wide, filled with pure desire and pleasure watching you taking Carlos.

In the afterglow of the intense high that everyone was experiencing, you were all panting, the effects still lingering, making the whole moment seem even more real.

"We are very proud of you."

Hearing Charles's words and the gentle pinch on your cheek, you felt a warm, fuzzy feeling come over you.

“Shall we switch positions?”

Carlos's question brought you back to reality, and you nodded eagerly, eager to experience more.

#charles leclerc smut #carlos sainz smut #max verstappen smut #charles leclerc x you #carlos sainz x you

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oftidheard · 5 months

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@ginarely-blog ♡ established relationship, set in an au where each tribute has two mentors; reader and coryo shared lucy gray

❄ burn me twice and the blame walks for you ㅤ⠀coriolanus snow x reader ㅤ⠀↳ 1.5k ↳ angst with some comfort ↳ feminine

through heavy doors and the cracks beneath them, you can still hear the remnants of cheers of winning and tantrums of loss echoing from heavensbee hall. it had been thrilling to be amongst the crowd of classmates yelling of your winning tribute, and you'd never deny the potent victorious chill that ran through your veins when you'd finally won — but it had grown suffocating.

now, your senses are overcome with the deep thump of your heartbeat choking you, and the leftover pressure of coriolanus's hand, pushing your shoulder out of the throng of celebration when he'd noticed your breaths had begun to grow laboured and rapid.

he's good at that, knowing when you're about to burst into flames or whither away like a forgotten houseplant, and now — just like every other time he saves you — you're more than grateful that he got you out of the hall before you grew lightheaded.

he, though, still remains inside. you'll never truly understand your boyfriend and his web of intricacies, but you tend to understand his thought processes more often than not; like now.

when the cameras had cut from the arena, and lucky had shoved a microphone in your face with hundreds of questions running off his tongue, you'd been frozen with a wide grin and your only form of communication rendered to shocked gasps. he'd joked and graciously moved on to save you from further embarrassment — though more likely you suspect because ten minutes of an academy student staring at a camera without a word wouldn't be very entertaining.

but that left coriolanus, the more charismatic half of your mentoring pair, to converse with the host.

if you sift through blood pumping in your ears and heavy breaths, you can probably make out the voice of coryo being interviewed. and as much as you wish you could have him here reminding you to breath and reassuring everything worked out, you know that if both the mentors of the winning tribute were to suddenly disappear when they should be basking in their win, it would raise suspicion.

the last thing you need is more eyes on you. even hidden in an unfrequented hallway you don't feel truly safe, but you remind yourself — because the comforting voice of your boyfriend is not here to do it for you — that you made it out the other end; and you will no longer need to fret over loose ribbons or compact mirrors being traced back to you.

that had compressed your chest and shook the tips of the fingers from the moment you'd slipped the little thing between lucy gray's hands, and coriolanus had returned from dr. gaul's lab without the accessory you'd given the same songbird for her live interview. the deception, the sneaking around, the betrayal; it had eaten you alive. but the reward of it all paying off had fed your throbbing heart enough for the scars of your actions to fade until it was as if they were never there.

as if the only two people who will ever know what you did to keep that girl alive will be those who know to never speak of it again.

you feel as though you can't think of it either, as if a thought just a bit too loud will be displayed across your forehead for all to see.

you try not to let it rattle you when, after failing to supress — what should now be your inconsequential — fear of being caught, you hear footsteps approach.

deep breath. you take one in and one out, and remind yourself that your reasonable boyfriend would laugh at you for believing in such a superstition that your mere thoughts could draw in something tangibly malicious. you're overthinking, and that's that.

but you hope the terror is not visible on your face, and that your smile is sufficiently polite, when you recognise the person joining you in this gap between halls to be dean highbottom.

he isn't a jolly man, so you try not to let his refusal to return your kind greeting deter you.

"you won."

you're almost grateful he's not one to force students into uncomfortable silences as some sort of intimidation tactic — as you are well familiar with and despise the several professors who enjoy simply walking up to you with an unbreakable quietness that always forces you to meekly start conversations.

"lucy gray won, really."

the man is unreadable, beyond the constant state of being unimpressed, you cannot puzzle together what he could possibly thinking. for all you know he's purely congratulating your success.

"unexpectedly," he simply says, and already in your 'impress officials' mode, you find a loophole to continue the conversation — even if the lump in your throat begs otherwise.

"well, who doesn't love an underdog."

he makes a hmph noise, and takes a swig from his silver flask. you wonder if there's a way to bring a civil end to a conversation that is only serving to slowly inject a nauseating anxiety into the depths of your stomach.

he parrots with an unrushed rhythm, "who doesn't love an underdog," and it feels like a threat, like you should run away right now. your feet sink slowly but surely into wet cement that dries in the blink of an eye; you're trapped.

your smile must undoubtedly look like you're begging to be set free now, and you can't even push out a well-mannered noise of agreement without your lungs quivering for air.

"people prefer their underdogs to play fair," and all of a sudden, the conversation is entirely one-sided. a man who despises your boyfriend and now has the means to drag him — as well as his partner — down, versus a girl who is about to pass out.

"enjoy the celebrations while they last," he takes another sip, as his eyes draw to the sound of a door opening and closing behind you.

your mind is too far gone in the depths of your realisation that you are unequivocally screwed to even care for the brisk footsteps behind you, until they're replaced by an eery silence and a firm arm around your waist.

the scent of roses wafts around you, and your heartbeat 'slows' back down to the quick speed it had been rising from a moment earlier — only slightly quelled by the general calmness you feel when near coriolanus.

though you are not unlike a defenceless prey grazing in a field — one that has only just become acutely aware of their soon to be killer hiding in the bushes, but cannot find it in themself to fight their instincts to just freeze, even if it may cost their life — you are well acquainted with coriolanus's feelings towards the dean. and through the buzz of your innate terror, you just as well recognise the hardened look he adopts whenever faced with the man; you're certain if you were brave enough to even move a muscle, you'd find him wearing that same stone-cold look in his eyes and down-turned lips right now.

the silence is potent and hard to breath through. you count the seconds it lasts — an attempt to ground yourself — with all you can see being dean highbottom hiding a smirk you've never seen on him before, and all you can feel being the sweat running down your neck and your boyfriend's grip on you tightening protectively.

"i have a feeling dr. gaul will want to discuss some interesting news with you tomorrow."

you almost gasp when highbottom speaks again — and helplessly watch him walk away, dragging down your hopes with him.

in tune with coriolanus, you know just how long it will take for him to move from his statuesque tenseness; and let yourself take a gasp for air when he turns you in his arms with a chillingly serious look.

"what did he say?"

in a beautiful show of a girl made of glass being tossed to the floor, your composure finally shatters, and you stumble further into coryo's embrace with aggressive sobs shaking through your core. his free hand cups the back of your head as he attempts to hold your gaze.

"he knows," you whisper, and his arms feel as though they're tight metal bars solidifying a cage around you, "i don't— i don't know how but he knows we— we—" cheated.

coriolanus's jaw tightens, and his deep eyes no longer search you, but now gaze past your wet cheeks and dry lips. it doesn't usually, but in your state, it frightens you to see him like this — planning, plotting, coldly looking past his girlfriend to search for a way to remedy a situation so stacked against him. and you know, in some part of you, that he must also be doing this to save you too; if you fall for this, he falls with you.

(you truly believe even if his head weren't on the chopping table, he would still fight to save you.)

but in a painfully human part of yourself, all you want — after all these hours that have chipped you down to your very bone — is to be held, to be comforted, to be kissed atop your head and told that your boyfriend is here for you, and that you are okay now.

his eyes meet yours again, and the coldness is gone.

the piercing blue of his irises seems to soften just for you, he holds you less fiercely, and instead embraces you.

"i'll take care of it," he whispers, "it will be okay, it's all okay."

and you start to feel okay again. and you believe him.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x reader #❤︎ — the mockingjay sings

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solarwoniii · 3 months

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ʚɞ 01. PHANTOM LINGERING ꒰ SHE'S CONFIDENT! ꒱ -- jang wonyoung

dividers from here! MINORS DNI !!

☆ wc; 1.6k

★ pairing; idol ! wonyoung x fem ! stylist ! reader

☆ genre; fluff, angst, forbidden love(-ish), smut.

★ contains; no smut this chapter ;) vv suggestive, wony flashes reader (on accident), won is js very teasing and reader is a lil delulu (this is me projecting).

based on confident by justin bieber! listen whilst reading for best experience :)

"your skin is so pretty." you mumbled through slightly parted lips as the soft bristles of the makeup brush poked gently at the sharp tip of the girl's nose.

wonyoung only giggled in response, "yours too." she said with a smile, long, slender fingers reaching out to trace along the skin on your wrist, "so soft." she said with a smile.

the simple ministration was more than enough to make your heart skip a pulse. you gulped. "thank you."

from what you had heard around from the gossip of your coworkers, wonyoung's old stylist had quit his job because he got sick of being around her. although you really couldn't see why. you'd been working with the girl for the past few weeks, and she had been nothing but kind to you. she was like an angel. so sweet and genuine.

she was pretty too. like really, really pretty. sometimes you would catch yourself staring and wondering if she was truly real.

maybe the old stylist couldn't get along with her the way you did because he was much older than her. and a guy.

you were the same age as she, so there was never any need for the constant respect and bowing of heads. the two of you were on a first-name basis which each other, because you could be. the two of you could be casual. in some way, you felt wonyoung was lucky to have you. but maybe that was a little narcissistic of you to think.

you gently brushed a finishing touch of powder onto her face, before looking to her with a grin, "all done. i'll wait here while you get dressed."

wonyoung gave you a kind smile in return and stood up, walking into the dressing room beside the two of you and drawing back the curtain behind her whilst you sat down in the seat she had been in.

your eyes wandered around the room for a few moments, before catching a glimpse of something in the corner on your eyes.

... you swore on the heavens that you didn't mean to look.

it was an honest mistake on the behalf of the both of you. the dressing room curtain hadn't closed all the way when she had shut it, and you had gotten a flash of something you knew you shouldn't have.

your eyes widened with shock. even though you knew what you saw had only lasted for about a nanosecond of time, the image seemed to stay in your head.

if you weren't mistaken, she had seemed to be... checking herself out in the mirror? completely stripped down, an innocent, submissive, doe-eyed expression on her face as her hands cupped her breasts and eyed herself.

your thighs squeezed together as if on instinct. as if your horrendous crush on this girl, fuck, your client wasn't bad enough, you just had to see this.

you weren't even sure if it was possible for you to erase that image from your mind. it was so disgusting, so perverted, so sick of you to be thinking that way of someone who you should've been on strictly professional terms with, but for some contorted reason, there a was a part of you that wished you had looked for longer. a part of you that you wished so badly would go away.

your head was snapped immediately out of your thoughts as you heard the sound of her voice, as she drew back the curtain and stuck her head out to peer at you, "y/n, can you help me? i can't reach the back."

you forced a smile onto your lips as you nodded your head, immediately stood up, "yeah, sure." you responded, pulling yourself together as you walked over and inside of the dressing room, wonyoung closing back the curtain, before turning around, her back facing your front.

the outfit complimented her features in the mirror perfectly, the tulle of the skirt bouncing over her hips, the silk of the bodice still slightly loose as it wasn't zipped up. your fingers fondled the zipper, before pulling it up to meet the clip on the top, which you fastened, but not without making contact with her sweet, smooth, ceramic skin.

she smiled warmly as she looked at herself in the mirror, and then back at you, "how much longer until i get onto stage?"

you blinked softly and repeatedly in response, as if slipping out of a mindless trance as your eyes darted to your pocket, pulling out your phone and clearing your throat, "a few minutes."

wonyoung nodded her head, before wrapping her arms around you in a hug, something the two of you always did. this was normal. a usual, nothing-out-of-the-ordinary exchange between two friends. afterall, that was what she preferred to refer to you as. her friend.

the title always made you feel special. as if you were above all of the other staff members. you'd heard it from all of them first. you were, and always had been wonyoung's favourite amongst all of them. from the first day you were here, she had taken a liking to you.

a small grin appeared on your lips as you gently hugged back, before reluctantly parting ways with her as she'd bid her soft, whispery goodbye for now, and you'd wish her a goodluck.

you sat with the rest of the staff in front of the big screen, watching the concert from backstage. the girls were all truly amazing.

but you couldn't take your eyes off of her. she had this radiant glowing essence that made her stick out to your eyes. her smile alone could blind you, and you would take it happily.

they'd performed many songs and had a plethora outfit changes by now. the concert had gone for two hours, and they were finishing off with another little session of improv.

wonyoung smiled as she heard something from the audience, turning her head in the central direction of the soundcheck booth, presumably looking at a fan, "ooh, you want advice to ask a girl out?"

the audience erupted into cheers at that, and wonyoung and the other members only laughed in response, before she delivered her signature sweet smile, "all you need is to be yourself, and to be confident!"

and as she continued to talk her words of endearing encouragement, you felt yourself beginning to zone out, as you watched her.

confident. pfft. try having a crush on your client, wonyoung.

soon enough, it was time for another intermission. the girls came back stage and took a quick break, drinking water and cooling off as you and the other stylists touched up their makeup.

you couldn't help but notice wonyoung was... smiling at you a little more than she usually did..? although, it was probably just an over observation. she was after all, exhausted, after having defeated the main leg of the concert with the utmost energy you had ever seen in her. she was probably just tired and not thinking...

that would certainly explain the hand she had on your knee as you worked, slowly inching up your thigh in the most subtlest of moves...

"how long's this intermission?" she asked you coolly.

you gulped softly, not wanting to look down at... whatever it was she was doing, instead keeping a straight face as you dipped the bruhs you were working with into a palette of setting powder, gently dusting it over her cheeks, "uh, ten minutes."

"hm," she hummed in response, her large, round eyes wandering the room before landing on her hand, resting on your knee. she smirked softly, "i hope that guy goes well, asking that girl out..."

she was doing this on purpose. she had to be.

"y-yeah..." you muttered in response, not making eye contact with her as your gaze flickered from her lips, where you touched up her rosy pink gloss, and then awkwardly down to her hand, which was now fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

"your clothes are so cute." she smiled at you, making you look back up to her, "where do you shop?"

there was non way you were the only one feeling this tension. it felt so thickly viscous, you could barely move in your seat.

"uh-uhm... i shop... kinda... everywhere." you said, your head going foggy as she continued to stare into your eyes, her sweet honey look fixedly boring into your soul... it was hypnotic. you were sure you were losing your mind when she bit down on her plump bottom lip, eyeing your lower region as she let go of your skirt, her singular index finger trailing down along your thigh and stopping back at your knee.

"we should go shopping together someday." she smiled warmly at you.

you blinked rapidly at that, "w-would that be... okay..?"

wonyoung grinned, "why not? we're friends."

friends. holy fuck. you felt your heart soaring in your chest. it was a usual thing for her to say. she always called you her friend. but this time, it was different. the way she emphasised the word made your knees buckle weakly.

"oh look, there's only a few minutes before i have to get back on..." she said, standing up, "see you!"

"goodluck..."

and then she left.

there was no way those past five minutes were real.

maybe to others it was demolishing. being 'in the friendzone'.

but you didn't mind this zone at all.

you looked down on your knee. the feeling of her touch on your skin was still there lingering, like a phantom lurking over you.

maybe the girls were right about wanting a longer intermissions.

prev. | mlist. | next.

★ a/n: heheee took a different approach with this one and wrote the first chapter first instead of the masterlist. hopefully this way i wont abandon the series like i do with everything else (foreshadowing? maybe... time will tell)....

OKAYYYY BUT I DONT SEE ENOUGH DOM WONY ON HERE!!! i also think this trope is rly cute too w/ the shy staff x sorta boisterous idol... ive been thinking about it for a while but i never actually wrote it until now WHICH I DONT KNOW WHY BECAUSE ITS SO UNDERRATED AND FUN TO WRITE LIKEEEE

anyways i really hope i finish this... BUT WE'LL SEE! (no promises pls dont get ur hopes up im a libra moon and i have adhd i dont know how to do one thing and stick to it)

☆ taglist; empty! shoot an ask or comment if you would like to be added :D

#wonyoung #jang wonyoung #ive wonyoung #ive jang wonyoung #wonyoung smut #ive smut #ive wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung smut #gg smut #kpop smut #kpop gg

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winterxgardener · 28 days

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Here’s a recap of March 2024 because it was a great month for shourtney shippers:

March 1: Courtney possibly (allegedly) saying she’s getting married

Also March 1: don’t win Mario party which just screamed domestic bliss with the head on shoulders

March 3: wavelength. they were on the same team, they knew each other, they were laughing together, very subtle though

March 6: Shayne guesses Courtney’s books Immediately and does his usual long explanation

March 7: we got Courtney drawing Shayne throwback to the beginning of the series, and Courtney’s meme having Shayne in it

March 8: sniper chess, they were super competitive, they knew what each other were thinking, when Courtney said, “you’re lucky” he said, “i am lucky”

March 10: chosen moose master, subtle moments

March 15: Courtney won guessing Shayne’s favourites, the funniest thing was Amanda straight up asking Courtney if Shayne likes this (ex.liking sci-fi) and being shocked when Courtney says he likes a specific piece of media (like watching game of thrones, reading game of thrones books) and the meet and greet was so funny

March 17: TP:TNTL, possibly THE shourtney video of the year, it was so wholesome seeing people who just want the other to laugh and have a good time, they had inside jokes, their faces made each other laugh also Shayne knew something from rupaul which everyone knows Courtney loves and Shayne’s “what if I win” comment is something different like I have never seen Shayne like that ever overall 10/10

March 21: we got them in smosh pit theater, Courtney made a comment about Shayne’s brows and Courtney (and Angela) dying laughing at Shayne’s jump

March 23: reddit stories, Courtney laughing extra hard at the virgin joke

March 26: tntl 141, what do you mean we got 3 different bits were shourtney are a couple? Also new ship unlocked????

Knowing shourtney we’ll probably not get another good month like March for a long while (a drought seems to be starting but let me not be ungrateful and honestly they need a break)

Whoever made this summary, thank you. Kudos for doing this. 😌💚💙

Knowing Shayne and Courtney, you are probably right. April can be a drought month for shippers since March had a lot of Shourtney crumbs. 😅

#shourtney #shartney #courtney miller #shayne topp #smoshblr #recap

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jo-harrington · 5 months

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Sunsets.

They were always better when you watched them with someone else.

You glanced down at the hands in your lap: yours and Sam's, twined together like your lives have been for the past 5 years. The best of friends from the moment her family moved into town. You couldn't remember a time when you existed without her.

She's chatting now, telling some story about her boyfriend's dunce behavior to cheer you up after Mark broke your heart. Douchebag. You don't really know how you got here of all places; how things seemed to go so right with him and then so terribly wrong.

Sam made a joke at both Patrick and Mark's expense. You laughed and the sound of it was unfamiliar and almost roared in your ear, like a hundred people were laughing.

Everyone always laughed at Sam's jokes. Everyone loved Sam. Everything always worked out for her, even in the most unlikely situations. She was just lucky like that.

You told her once, after she won the talent show at school, that it almost seemed like she was the star of The Samantha Show or something. She found it hilarious, apparently, but you had an inkling that her feelings were still hurt. This was real life, not TV. She didn't just win because she was some main character, she worked really hard on her dance routine.

You felt a little bad after that, never brought it up again. The dark little voice deep down inside you smothered for now.

Because yeah, she did work hard. You knew that. She was smart and talented and funny and caring and a great friend and neighbor and that's just how it was because...

Because...

Because she strived to be all of those thing.

Things you…really didn’t bother with.

Because you were…

You.

Average, squeaking by a three-point-something GPA, wannabe artist who could barely draw, never left town before even when there was that field trip to DC because you got the mumps. A little nervous, a little clumsy, a little romantic with your head in the clouds. You always had a crush but nothing ever really came of those crushes until Mark.

The only boy to ever like you back and then he broke your heart.

“I just want to disappear,” you muttered pathetically and let go of Sam’s hand to cover your eyes again.

"So do it!" Sam finally hopped to her feet in the way that only she could, raring for another passioned, motivational speech that she was known for. You really needed one of those and also loathed that she was about to give you one. "Disappear! Leave!”

This was not the speech you expected.

"Uh, what?" you let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, tears forgotten for now. "What do you mean leave? Hello, graduation in a few months. Prom? Then college. What happened to your big plan last week? One last summer in Port Geneva?"

"Forget one last summer," she waved her arms wildly. "This is your life! You're my best friend, I want you happy. Tell me the truth. Do you really even want to go to college? Wouldn't you rather pack up big blue and go on that adventure like you talked about in 8th grade?"

At your blank stare, Sam grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you.

"That's the whole reason we're friends in the first place don't you remember? The ice breaker?! Are you kidding?"

"I don't have a clue," you giggled as she jostled you around.

"Our entire friendship built on a lie. UGH. Ok. Mrs. Mills what-do-you-wanna-do-in-10-years activity? And everyone's was stupid. Tina wanted to be on the cover of Tiger Beat for the Girl Superstar issue. Patrick...gotta love him...but he wanted to be the starting quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. Mine was so dumb I don't even want to say it, great first impressions I made as the new kid.

"But you wanted to see the world! Pack your bags and board a train around the US. Paint the sunset at the Grand Canyon. See glaciers in Alaska! Hell, you even said you'd travel to Middle Earth if you could. And I thought you meant the equator!"

You both laughed and as she went on and on about things you apparently said 4 years ago and as the memory came back to you, your heart ached.

Yeah, you did say that stuff didn't you? You’d been such a silly, idealistic kid before you grew up and reality hit you time and time again.

"That was just kids stuff Sammie," you laughed dismissively. "I'm...I'm gonna take classes at State, and I'm gonna work at the furniture store and I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna pine over Mark Greckman over the rest of your life?" The hands were on her hips again. "No, ma'am, you...you're gonna go on your adventure and...oh my...you're gonna find a prince of some European kingdom or...or a handsome stranger in an Italian villa. Or both. Hoards of men fighting for your affection."

"Please stop," you stood up and grabbed her as she started waving her arms around and pantomiming kissing a tall stranger. "Stop it."

"Ok I'm done, I'm done," she promised. "I just don't want you to be crying over that idiot anymore. And we might be close to graduation but...I don't know...you can still change your mind."

"Hmm," you shrugged. "I dunno. If just sounds so…”

“Unlike you?”

“Yeah.”

"Just think about it," she urged you. "You and your Volkswagen Beetle…and the world...the whole universe if you want it! The possibilities are endless. I just feel like...1985...it's gonna be your year."

There was a spark of inspiration that grew inside of you, and in your heart, you knew she was right.

You pulled her into your arms, grateful to have your best friend.

"Port Geneva was filmed in front of a live studio audience."

Eddie hit the rewind button on the remote and watched the scene speed in reverse until it hit Sam’s big speech. He hit play and watched for a minute then paused, the blurry image of your giggling face frozen on his screen for the foreseeable future.

He sighed and leaned back on the couch to enjoy your company for a minute.

The living room was dark, only illuminated by the glow of the TV and the street lights outside shining through the windows. There was a stack of tapes on the coffee table, along with his abandoned homework. The pizza he ordered would be here soon but for now…it was just you and him.

“M’sorry Mark was an asshole,” he said aloud into the still room. “To be honest…I kind of warned you about him way back.”

You don’t say anything. You never do.

“I know, the heart wants what it wants.” He picked a piece of lint off of his jeans. “I just want to look out for you honey.”

You stay smiling on the screen, and he can imagine it got the slightest bit bigger when he said that.

“I know you try to look after me too. Guess that doesn’t stop either of us getting hurt right?” He chuckled and pat his hands on his lap.

This was pathetic, talking to a fictional character like they were really in the room with him.

You were just…you were everything. And you’d been there for him, a balm to his woes. You had been since he started watching Port Geneva way back when, but especially since everything went down last year.

With his dad and the house and…

There was a knock at the door and Eddie hit the eject button so he could put in the next tape in watch with dinner. It was gonna be a good episode, you tell Mark off and even punch him; he remembered it fondly.

Defending yourself. He was proud of his girl.

Eddie ate his dinner and watched his episodes, taped from when they originally aired. Wednesday nights at 9pm, right before the news. He did his homework and occasionally repeated the rewind-pause-play act that he had perfected over the years so he could make another joke or, just once, complain about his chemistry homework.

Life was hard. For everyone. But especially if your name was Eddie Munson. Still, he endured. He’d never been a stranger to fantasy and escapism, he had his books and his game and his movies but there was something so…comforting in the realism that was your show.

A small suburban town full of normals. All sorts of mundane activities that mostly everyone made feel were…life altering events. And a handful of misunderstood outcasts—like you and Scott and Bonnie—who played supporting characters to the stars. Stars that were, quite frankly, unrealistic and annoying.

Eddie felt that way sometimes though, like he was just some background character waiting for his chance at the spotlight. Who had been the main character in his story, huh? Ronnie? Yeah…he could see that, now that she was on her great college adventure.

But with her gone, what would come of his storyline? Did he just fade into the background again?

Eddie ejected the tape before the current episode finished and propped his feet on the coffee table as he flipped the channels to something else. He needed to focus on something else. He would come back to his tapes, to you, another night and he would wish that you were real once again. Knocking on his door, taking him on a grand adventure with you.

But for now he just needed to stew in his…sad secondary character thoughts.

You got your time in the spotlight, a 2-episode arc at the end of the season, and as much as he hoped that it would be his turn soon…to be the character everyone loved…the person everyone loved…he knew it might never happen for him.

Eddie the Freak. Eddie the outcast. Eddie the idiot.

He would even take a single scene dedicated to him at this point.

Was that too much to ask?

Coming in 2024.

Find the Masterlist here. And the original blurb here.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #stranger than (fan)fiction #eddie munson #Stranger things fic

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moonlight-prose · 7 months

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✧ FANTASY ✧

a/n: so out of all the fics i've written so far i particularly love this one a lot. probably because it's with fanboy and he continues to hold a whole section of my heart to himself. it's not as filthy as all the other prompts i have written, but i love it. enjoy!

day two - photos | kinktober 2023

summary: "but this—you dressed in all black and lace to match—was more than he could have hoped for. you were a dream come true—a fantasy he was lucky enough to have right in front of him."

word count: 1.3k+

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, dirty photos, face fucking, oral (m receiving), cumeating, mickey being cocky.

The familiar click of your Polaroid camera echoed through the room as you lay there. Remaining as still as humanly possible to achieve the perfect vision in his mind. A sight he claimed he could see clearer than he saw the clouds when he was mid flight. You wanted to tell him he was simply trying to flatter you. An act he always partook in. But this time was different.

This time…he knew how he wanted you.

The sheer black gloves you wore were pulled up to your elbows, matching your pretty and delicate thigh highs. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated you in the darkness of your shared bedroom—your body stretched across the bed exactly how he desired. Every minute detail in his head now displayed before him like a piece of fucking art.

“Mi vida,” he said softly, drawing your attention to him—your lips parting at the sight of his dark eyes now blown wide with lust. “Perfecta.”

You grinned, stretching your leg out, your shiny patent black heel shifting to press against his bare chest. Mickey swallowed thickly, his eyes drinking you in—struggling to hold himself back from finally taking you. He said he wanted pictures for when he was gone. When all he had was his hand and the mental image of you.

But this—you dressed in all black and lace to match—was more than he could have hoped for. You were a dream come true—a fantasy he was lucky enough to have right in front of him.

“Are you going to take the picture mi amor? Or are you going to keep staring?” you teased softly—your eyes trailing down to the gray sweatpants he wore that were slung low on his hips. The happy trail you’d kissed to lovingly an hour before now on full display.

He grinned. Positioning the camera back up to his eyeline, he gave you a moment to fix the lens with a stare that was proven to rile him up, before pressing down on the small button. The echo of the film being spit out—developing slowly—sent chills down your spine. Your body reacting in a way it hadn’t before. There was something about knowing what would happen to these photos that sent another wave of slick pouring into your already thin panties.

“Wanna try something,” you said softly, shifting to your knees and watching as he trailed his eyes down the length of your body.

If there’s one thing you knew for certain it was this. Whenever you were with Mickey, you felt like the only person in the world. As if everything faded away until eventually it was just you and him and your shared bedroom, existing on a plane away from everything and everyone. You wanted to stay there. Sink into the sheet, spread your legs, and feel him fill you as he’d done a hundred times before.

But the need to rile him up even further won the battle in your head.

Smiling softly, you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, dipping your hand beneath the surface and watching him gulp in a lungful of air. His body shuddered when your hand slid along his already hard and leaking cock. You hadn’t even touched him completely, yet he was already this far gone. Entirely ready to cum with just a few gentle strokes and whispered words of praise.

“Ah fuck—” he sucked in another breath, his mouth parting—a groan falling past his plush lips. “Baby I won’t last if you keep—shit—”

Pressing a kiss to his chest, you grinned at the stain of red lipstick that was left behind on his already flushed skin. “You don’t need to last.”

“But I want to…”

“Shh,” you breathed, stroking him softly and allowing him to buck into your hand. “Just get ready to shoot, yeah?”

He nodded, fumbling with the camera as you tugged his sweatpants down until they were around his thighs. A raspy moan echoed in your ears when you leaned down, wrapping your painted lips around the head of his cock. Licking up what had started to bead up at the top.

“Oh fuck,” he panted, his eyes wide in awe—watching intently as you took him into your mouth, positioning yourself to show the expanse of your body.

Blinking up at him, you raised an eyebrow, seeing the understanding quickly spread across his face. If the photos were for him to find some semblance of release when he was away, then you would give him something to remember you by. An image that would no doubt be burned into his brain by the time he came back to you.

Mickey’s hands shook slightly as he held up the camera, the image of you sucking on his cock too much for his already lust addled brain. If you weren’t careful he would cum long before he even got a chance to be inside you. Yet the way you were pumping your hand, stimulating him in just the right way, told him that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, trying not to completely ruin this shot for either of you. He was a man who could handle high risk situations in mid air. Yet his cock in the wet heat of your mouth turned him into a complete and utter mess.

Mickey wasn’t sure how you did it. What spell you cast over him, but it certainly was working.

He clicked the button and both of you watched the film begin to slowly slide out of the bottom. The picture a blank white canvas for now. But he wasn’t concerned with watching it develop. Shit he could barely stand to not cum all over your hand at this moment. Gathering the photos and the camera, he shoved them over to the other side of the bed. He’d worry about them later. Right now you were doubling down on your efforts to bring him to a fast and mind numbing orgasm.

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, thrusting into your mouth and feeling your throat constrict around him. “Gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Your lips quirked up slightly, hand shifting down to cup his balls—tugging on them gently. The fact that you could barely breathe wasn’t a concern to you. Not when Mickey was gripping the back of your head, guiding your movements how he wanted—his pupils nearly swallowing the brown of his irises. A broken sound tore from his chest, his stomach flexing with every thrust, and all it took was you taking him just a little bit more down your throat to send him flying over the edge.

He spurted into your mouth with a pained grunt, his body arching forward into himself; a string of curse words spilling from his lips. And you swallowed every last drop. Sucking along his cock to make sure nothing remained, until he was pulling you up and slotting his lips roughly against yours.

“I should have taken a picture of that,” you gasped, smiling when his hands practically ripped at the lace of your panties. “Could have kept it for when you’re away.”

Something rumbled low and dark in his chest, his hands gripping your thighs painfully as he pushed you back into the mattress. The thought of you getting off to a picture of him made his spent cock twitch again—seeking out the warmth he could only find when he was buried deep within you. Grabbing for the camera, he practically shoved it into your hands, flipping the both of you until he was the one on his back.

A sly smile spreading across his lips.

“Yeah?” he taunted, sliding his thumb to your clit and watching in rapture as your entire body shivered. “Get ready to shoot then mi vida.”

#mickey 'fanboy' garcia #fanboy x f!reader #fanboy x you #fanboy smut #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x you #mickey garcia x y/n #mickey garcia smut #top gun: maverick #my writing #kinktober 2023

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iamthecomet · 3 months

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Dearest comet, may I please request some swisstom boot worship/grinding? <33

Of course! You know I can never say no to boots. 1k of Swiss/Aeon boot-grinding, and a bonus blow job, just because I felt like it. Aeon's a good boy, Swiss is very lucky. (Raced the "planned internet maintenance" outage with this one and won by 30 minutes. I'll see you all in the morning.)

Aeon is exceptionally pretty like this. He’s always pretty, Swiss knows. But there is something extra special about this. Aeon sliding to his knees at Swiss’ feet on threadbare dressing room carpet. The ozone stench of post show adrenaline all over him. Still too new for the novelty of that to wear off. He comes off stage every night hard and shivery. Swiss can’t get enough. Swiss looks down at him from his position on the couch and waits.

Aeon hasn’t even taken his mask off yet. Like he’s forgotten it’s on in his haste to get Swiss alone. Aeon presses his hands to Swiss zipper, grabs at his belt. Fingers shaking, breath stuttering. And Swiss could help him–should maybe. But he doesn’t.

He laces his fingers together behind his head and watches. His own mask sitting next to him on the couch. Cock twitching to life in his boxers as Aeon undoes his zipper and reaches in. He’s barely chubby when Aeon pulls him out.

Aeon tugs his balaclava down as an afterthought and descends. Taking all of Swiss into his mouth. Nose pressing up against his boxers and his parted zipper. Swiss hisses. Stomach flipping as he watches. Aeon hollows his cheeks and Swiss swears he feels all of his blood rush south.

It’s always like this. Aeon and his oral fixation. Always interested in giving long before he receives. Getting as much pleasure from swallowing down Swiss’ cock as he does from anything else. Aeon inhales deep, drags in the scent of all of Swiss’ sweat from a long day on the road and on stage and he groans.

Swiss tips his head back, toes already curling in his boots. He lets his eyes fall closed, let’s Aeon work. Aeon traces a prominent vein with his tongue, flicks over the always sensitive spot under the head. He tongues Swiss’ slit and makes him twitch. Aeon makes a pleased little noise as Swiss starts to drip onto his tongue, and Swiss doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.

The dressing room smells like old cigarettes and stale beer, but he would gladly live in this room forever if this is what happens here.

Aeon shifts and Swiss is too caught up in his own pleasure to notice it at first. Lost in the heat of Aeon’s mouth, in the way his drool is dripping down to his balls. Sloppy, just the way Swiss likes it.

There’s a rasp of another zipper, and then Aeon whines, and Swiss’ eyes rocket open. He looks down. Aeon has one hand braced on Swiss’ thigh, but the other is between his legs. Swiss can’t see what he’s doing, doesn’t need to when he feels Aeon shove right up against his boot.

Aeon sighs, bodily, when he does. Relief pulling his shoulders down even as he bobs his head, laps at the head of Swiss’ cock.

Swiss’ stomach clenches. He twitches hard in Aeon’s mouth.

“Holy fuck, are you–shit–are you fucking my boot?”

Aeon looks up at Swiss, and Swiss has to take that fucking mask off now. He can’t take it anymore. He pulls it from Aeon’s head, exposing mused hair and blown out amethyst eyes. Aeon flicks his gaze to Swiss’. Lips stretched wide around his cock. He nods.

There’s a violet blush on his cheeks, high and hot. Swiss can’t resist touching him, feeling the heat under his skin.

“Let me see,” Swiss demands and Aeon has no choice but to pull back. Releasing Swiss’ cock with a slick pop as he leans back and Swiss leans forward. He grabs his own dick–who could blame him. Dragging his fingers through the slick mess Aeon’s left behind. Stroking himself as he gets a good look at what Aeon’s reduced himself too.

He’s rutting his cock over the top of Swiss’ boot. Bumping the head into the laces on the front with every stroke. Aeon’s gaze draws down from Swiss’ face to his own cock. Deep purple at the tip, so hard it hurts. He lets out a little huff of breath with each little thrust.

Swiss is going to go insane. This is. The end for him. He’s going to evaporate right here.

“Filthy,” Swiss whispers, reverent. “So fucking filthy. You know that right?”

Aeon nods.

“Needy too. Couldn’t wait for me to take care of you? How is it?”

Aeon blushes deeper, Swiss didn’t think that was possible. He squeezes the base of his cock, too close already. Fuck, he should look away, but he can’t. Not with the way Aeon is looking up at him. Lips parted, hair damp with sweat. Clinging to his thigh, nails biting in through his uniform pants, as he fucks himself over the supple leather.

“ ‘s good. Couldn’t help it–I needed–”

Swiss shuts him up by pressing two of his fingers to Aeon’s lips, slipping them in. Petting over his tongue. Aeon’s roll up, flutter closed. He makes a noise that goes straight to Swiss’ cock.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Swiss pants, back to stroking himself. Twisting his hand up around the head, feeling himself unspool at the edges more and more by the second. Aeon twitches. His cock drools precum out onto the polished leather, slicking up his path as he increases his pace. Short fast thrusts now, grinding the head into the laces. “Let me cum on this pretty face and you can cum on my boot.”

Swiss pulls his fingers from Aeon’s mouth, catching them on his lower lip, pulling it down to expose crooked fangs as Aeon stares up at him hungry and desperate. He nods again, hard.

“Please.”

And, seven hells, how is Swiss supposed to do anything but give Aeon exactly what he wants?

Aeon cums with a sob. Splattering Swiss’ laces, slicking the leather as his cock twitches and spits. He presses his forehead into Swiss’ thigh as he does. Panting, gasping as he uses the hard ridge of those laces to milk himself for every drop.

Swiss allows him two breathes before he’s lacing his fingers in his dark hair and pulling. Forcing Aeon’s head back to center.

Swiss squeezes the head of his cock in his fist, balls drawing up tight. Aeon meets Swiss’ gaze with a dopey fucked out expresion that makes Swiss’ stomach hurt. “Open up.”

Aeon does as he’s told.

#comet writes #ficlet #Swiss/Aeon #Swiss Ghoul #Aeon Ghoul #Phantom Ghoul #Swiss/Phantom #Swisstom #boot kink #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fic

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twenty-orange-balloons · 1 year

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Inspired by this post

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Lan Wangji didn't know where the rumor came from or how A-Yuan had heard about it but he supposed it wouldn't harm anything to give in (It had nothing to do with his son's pleading gaze, honestly it didn't it did).

The house from the rumor, if Lan Wangji is thinking of the right one, was just a few blocks away from the usual path they took home after trick or treating. It wouldn't be that out of the way.

"Alright. We can stop by that house on the way back."

A-Yuan screeched in excitement, "Yay! Jingyi is gonna be so jealous!" He hopped up and down, the bunny ears on his head flapping.

Lan Wangji really hoped this guy was as nice as the rumors made him seem. He'd hate to see his son disappointed.

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The man was definitely as nice as the rumors said, he was also absolutely stunning.

Lan Wangji didn't speak much on a normal day but as soon as the man, Wei Ying, he'd introduced himself as, opened the door, all words fled Lan Wangji's brain except four–

'Oh no, he's hot.'

It got even worse (better) when A-Yuan eagerly wished the man a happy birthday and gave him a bunny drawing he made, gaining a bright, beautiful smile.

(A-Yuan informed him it would be rude to wish the man a happy birthday yet not get him anything. Lan Wangji wasn't gonna spend money on a stranger. They compromised on a drawing.)

"Aw, thank you! I will put this on my fridge! Front and center!" Wei Ying beamed, gently setting the drawing down on a small table by the door, "As a thank you, why don't you take a toy as well as some candy? If your dad doesn't mind, that is." Wei Ying glanced at him with a questioning look.

A-Yuan turned wide eyes up at him, expression pleading, "Please, please, please?"

How could he possibly say no when both A-Yuan and Wei Ying were looking at him like that?

"Mn."

A-Yuan jumped up and down with excitement, turning to Wei Ying with a happy grin.

"Okay, little bunny! Pick whichever you like." Wei Ying said as he grabbed a small bucket hiding by the door, it had a bunch of colorful little toys in it. Varying from, what Lan Wangji can identify, bubble blowers, tiny skateboards, small stuffed animals, bouncy balls, and a lot more. It definitely wasn't a small amount. He wondered how much Wei Ying spends on Halloween every year, considering he also had a big variety of candy on offer as well.

A-Yuan took a long moment, seriously debating which toy he wanted, eyes flickering back and forth between items before they apparently landed on the one he wanted.

A small stuffed butterfly.

"A great choice!" Wei Ying praised, his beautiful smile once more appearing. Lan Wangji would be lucky to leave this house with his heart intact. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

A-Yuan grinned right back, face flushed with happiness.

Wei Ying noticed his continued staring and looked at him with a, was that flirty?, wink.

"Now, Lan-gege was it? Thank you for bringing this cute little rabbit to my door. It was a wonderful birthday present!" Wei Ying ruffled A-Yuan's hair, right in front of the hood with bunny ears he wore, "Don't tell the others kids but—" he leaned down to stage whisper, "You're costume is my favorite of the night."

A-Yuan lights up like a lightbulb, clutching onto his new butterfly shyly. Lan Wangji felt a spark of pride at the words, they spent a long time debating which costume to get. The adorable bunny costume won by a wide margin.

"Really?"

"Definitely! It reminds me of my own little bunnies." He admits brightly.

"You have bunnies!?" A-Yuan all but screeched, immediately shooting his father a sheepishly look of apology afterwards.

"I do." Wei Ying shifted the bowl in his hands, letting it rest against one hip, "Two of them. They came as a pair, I couldn't separate them even if I wanted to." He laughed, a tingle of something Lan Wangji would rather not identify, but it felt warm and sharp, shot through him at the sound.

"Woah. Can I see them?"

Wei Ying glanced at Lan Wangji, then behind him, Lan Wangji didn't have to look to know there were more kids coming up the drive. He could hear their shouting and laughter getting closer, parents calling after them to be careful, they unfortunately needed to get going.

"Maybe another time, if Wei Ying is okay with that." Lan Wangji offered before he knew it.

Wei Ying was more than okay with that. As soon as the words left Lan Wangji's mouth, Wei Ying was already nodding, "Yes! I would love that! Uhm–" he looked once more at the approaching children, "Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon? I work from home, so it won't be a problem." He said with a soft laugh, "And you already know where I live!"

Lan Wangji was supposed to have a meeting in the afternoon. He barely had to think before he replied.

"Of course. We will be here around 12."

A-Yuan nodded as well, happily taking his dad's hand as he made way for the other kids.

"And Wei Ying?" Lan Wangji said as Wei Ying started to turn towards the children crowding his doorway, "Happy birthday." he added, earning himself a truly breathtaking smile before gently tugging A-Yuan back down the driveway.

Maybe some rumors are worth listening to after all, he thought as he made a mental note to reschedule his meeting tomorrow, this one definitely was.

#cell rambles #mdzs #cql #wangxian #cell writes #based off a post

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yumeka-sxf · 10 months

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Takuya Eguchi (voice of Loid) had a panel at Anime Expo!

I was able to attend and it was great fun! Unfortunately photos/videos weren't allowed during the bulk of the panel, but I did my best to document his hilarious responses to the Q&A!

His favorite character is Henderson.

When asked who he thought the scariest character was, he said Anya because he feels like he can forgive anything she does!

When asked if he'd rather go on a dangerous spy mission or eat Yor's cooking, he chose the spy mission!

When asked how he and the other three Forger voice actors record together, he said that they're all actually kind of shy and don't talk much while working.

At one point they did a rapid fire question session where they asked him an English word to describe each of the Forgers - for Yor he said "cool," Loid he also said "cool," Anya he said "very cool," Bond he said "miracle" 😂

He commented that it made him glad to see all the SxF cosplayers. He was like "Anya," "Anya," "oh...Kanroji!" (character from Demon Slayer who also has pink hair)

He had mentioned that he got drunk when he arrived in LA, and then proceeded to bring alcohol into many of his answers 😂

When asked about something he'd do that would get a tonitrus, he said "getting hung over every single day."

When asked about something he'd do that would get a stella, he said "craft a new kind of beer."

When asked the best way to eat peanuts, he said "with whiskey."

When asked which character he'd want as a friend, he said Frankie because it would be nice to drink together.

When asked what his spy codename would be, he said "Alcohol Sake" 😂

The funniest part of the panel was this totally cringe drawing he made!

It's a running joke that he's terrible at drawing 😅 He made sure to point out that Anya is holding a peanut and not...something else, lol.

They did a giveaway where one lucky person would win a shikishi with the drawing and his signature. It kinda sucked how they did the giveaway though. They put an envelope under a random chair in the room, and whoever was sitting there and got the envelope won. Not sure when they put it there though, so probably the longer you were waiting for the panel the less likely it would be under your chair...so someone like me who was there hours early had basically no chance. Oh well.

At the end of the panel we took a group photo and that was it. I was surprised that they didn't announce/show anything related to SxF season 2 (though they did show a cool montage video of season 1). Usually they bring exclusive guests like this to the expo to hype new releases. Guess it's still too soon. But overall, it was awesome seeing Eguchi in person!

#spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #bond forger #anime expo 2023 #anya forger #eguchi takuya

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theconstantsidekick · 10 months

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The Suit And Tony Stark Are One

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Legal Drama with a hint of Angst.

Summary: Tony is summoned to appear in front of the Senate for a hearing regarding his suit. Lucky for him his sister is also his lawyer.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Death, Some absolutely made-up law bullshit.

a/n: read The Avengers after this. It'll be pretty fun I think.

sidenote: I just missed Tony a lot, ok?

“Mr. Stark, could we pick up now where we left off?” Senator Stern calls out behind him, sitting along with a panel of other dumbass officials who seem older than the furniture they’ve surrounded themselves with. Tony’s attention, however, remains on Pepper. Can you really blame him? “Mr Stark. Please.”

When Pepper shushes him away, he turns around. “Yes, dear?” The people witnessing the shitshow let out a collective giggle.

“Can I have your attention?” Stern asks.

“Absolutely.”

“Do you or do you not possess a specialized weapon?”

“I do not.” He’s being honest.

“You do not?” Stern bites back.

“I do not,” He repeats.

“Care to explain that?” Stern questions.

“Mr. Stark’s answer to that question will be contingent upon your definition of a weapon,” Y/n chimes in. And man, isn’t it great having a sister who’s a lawyer? Tony thinks he won the lucky draw with it all because his sister is a little shit just like him who doesn’t really believe in half-assing anything… Or maybe he’s like her…? Whatever, that’s beside the point. The point is that she might have gotten the degree on a whim, but she definitely is the best lawyer money can buy and Tony doesn’t even have to pay for it!

“The Iron Man weapon.” Stern replies foolishly.

The Iron Man weapon? He thinks. Would’ve been less insulted if he called it a fucking robot.

“My device does not fit that description,” Tony answers.

“Well… How would you describe it?” Stern throws back.

“I would describe it by defining it as what it is, Senator.”

“As?” Stern prompts.

“It’s—It’s a high-tech prosthesis.” The crowd chuckles again. “That is—that—That’s actually the most apt description I can make of it.”

“It’s a weapon. It’s a weapon, Mr. Stark,” Stern surmises, pissed off and clearly annoyed. Is it bad that Tony’s having fun with that?

“If you are to classify the suit made by Mr. Stark—which I would like to remind you is something that you just did out of your own volition—but if you insist upon calling it a weapon, made by him in his spare time, which he bared all the expenses for, then this council meeting would become considerably redundant, as not only is that his private property, but it’s also legal for him to own as it is his part of his second amendment right to bare arms — your extremely vocal support of which won you your current seat, Senator. Isn’t that correct?”

Stern lets out a laugh, and Tony does too. Because that is a fucking hilarious defense.

“You can’t be serious. You can’t compare a whole suit of armor with missiles attached to it with a gun he can just carry around,” Stern argues. “It’s a weapon—a weapon capable of a lot of damage, examples of which we have already seen.

Y/n keeps leaning on her seat, casual as ever, completely unperturbed. “We never called it a weapon, Senator. You did. All we are stating are the facts; the suit is private property, invented, designed, and built by Mr. Stark exclusively, with his own money and his own resources. Why would the government have any claim on it whatsoever?”

Stern scoffs. “Let’s start with the fact that the second amendment does not apply to automatic weapons.”

Y/n just shrugs. “As per the constitution, ‘automatic weapons’ encompasses machine guns. No part of the suit can be classified as an ‘automatic weapon’ under those stipulations. On the other hand, a rocket launcher? Sure. But Mr. Stark has the necessary permits to own such weapons dur to his previous career as a weapons developer.”

“The suit does not fall under the second amendment,” Stern’s losing his shit right now. Tony wishes he had popcorn. “It just can’t. It is armed with at least hundred missiles. You cannot legitimately argue that it’s the same as owning a shotgun.”

“Senator—” Y/n sits up, and he knows it’s time to pull out his phone and get ready to click pictures of Stern’s face ‘cause she’s about to rip him apart. “—Here’s where you’re going wrong… The suit isn’t technically a joint unit. It is assembled by Mr. Stark as per his requirement. The different parts of the suit that you were so eager to classify as a weapon are all separate entities for which Mr. Stark has the required certification to own. The suit, lovingly referred to as the Iron Man suit is the intellectual and physical property of Stark Industries therefore it belongs solely to Stark Industries the corollary being that Mr. Stark and I own the suit. And if the government wants to use it for its own purposes, they are welcome to try making their own, or,” she shrugs again with a smirk, “ask real nice with a cherry on top.” Then she fucking winks.

Stern looks fucking red. His jaw clenches, he wants to curse at Y/n. Actually, Tony thinks he might want to throw the mic at her. But instead, he recomposes himself. “That, Ms. Stark, is absolutely absurd.”

“Is it?” Y/n challenges.

Tony feels like he should intervene, or Stern might actually throw the mic at her. He feels bad for the poor guy. I mean, come on. After that, he needs a softer touch. “Please, if your priority was actually the well-being of the American citizen—”

“My priority is to get the Iron Man weapon turned over to the people of the United States of America,” Stern argues.

Yeah, fuck this.

Tony’s conciliatory tone is gone. He leans in closer to the mic in front of him, “Well, you can forget it. I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you’re in.” The crowd laughs. “You can’t have it.”

“Look, I’m no expert—”

Tony cuts him off “In prostitution? Of course not. You’re a senator. Come on!” The crowd chuckles and he basks in it, holding up a peace sign. But when he looks back at Pepper, well, let’s just say she’s not impressed at all. He mouths “No?” and she just shakes her head in disapproval. He looks over at Y/n then. Mouths again, “No?” Smiling, she mouths back, “Yes.”

They smile at each other.

“I’m no expert in weapons. We have somebody here who is an expert on weapons,” Stern continues while fidgeting with his tie. “I’d now like to call Justin Hammer,” that makes Tony look up, “our current primary weapons contractor.”

This day just took a turn for the shit.

Justin Hammer walks in, with his shitty little face in his shitty little suit, wearing his shitty little glasses, and takes a seat.

Tony leans towards the mic again, “Let the record reflect that I observed Mr. Hammer entering the chamber, and I am wondering if and when any actual expert will also be in attendance.”

Hammer just lets out a small chuckle, taking a sip of water. “Absolutely. I’m no expert. I defer to you, Anthony. You’re the wonder boy.” Asshat, Tony thinks to himself. Hammer makes him nervous. In like a concerned-for-the-wel-lbeing-of-people kinda way, he looks over at Y/n. She just shakes her head, indicating Tony has nothing to worry about. “Senator, if I may,” Hammer continues as he walks over to the podium in front of them. “I may well not be an expert, but you know who was the expert? Your dad. Howard Stark. Really a father to us all, and to the military-industrial age. Let’s just be clear, he was no flower child. He was a lion. We all know why we’re here. In the last six months, Anthony Stark has created a sword with untold possibilities. And yet, he insists it’s a shield. He asks us to trust him as we cower behind it. I wish I were comforted, Anthony, I really do. I’d love to leave my door unlocked when I leave the house, but this ain’t Canada.”

“If he is so afraid, Mr. Stark and I would like to urge Mr. Hammer to move to Canada or if he’d like, Stark Industries has a great home security system we could install, free of charge as a gift to provide comfort,” Y/n deadpans. Her face is so damn calm it almost comes off as sincere.

Hammer looks very justifiably unsettled. “You know, we live in a world of grave threats, threats that Mr. Stark will not always be able to foresee. Thank you.” He walks back to his seat. “God bless Iron Man. God bless America.”

“That is well said, Mr. Hammer,” Stern says with a small smile. “The committee would now like to invite Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes to the chamber.”

“Rhodey? What?” Tony looks back towards the doors, he notices, however, Y/n doesn’t move an inch.

As Rhodey walks in, Tony gets up and meets him halfway to greet him. They shake hands.

“Hey, buddy. I didn’t expect to see you here,” Tony comments.

Rhodey looks at him, “Look, it’s me, I’m here. Deal with it. Let’s move on.”

“I just…” Tony tries but Rhodey cuts him off.

“Drop it.”

Tony throws his hands up, “All right, I’ll drop it.”

Both of them walk over to the seats. He sits back on his own seat meanwhile Rhodey takes a seat right next to Y/n.

“Hey Y/n,” Rhodey greets her with a smile.

She smiles too. “Hey, Rhodes.”

“You knew about this?” Tony asks her, as Stern asks Rhodey to read off some report.

“You pay me to know this kinda shit,” she replies.

“You’re billing me for this?” Somehow despite all the twists and turns, this is the most surprising thing to happen to him today.

She makes a face that’s something close to pure disdain. “You bet your iron ass, I am.”

“I have before me a complete report on the Iron Man weapon, complied by Colonel Rhodes. And, Colonel, for the record, can you please read page 57, paragraph four?” Stern instructs.

“You’re requesting that I read specific selections from my report, Senator?” Rhodey’s tone makes his disagreement absolutely clear.

“Yes, sir,” Stern insists.

“It was my understanding that I was going to be testifying in a much more comprehensive and detailed manner,” Rhodey argues, in the most polite-Rhodey-esque manner possible.

“I understand,” Stern states with disinterest. “A lot of things have changed today. So if you could just read—”

“You do understand that reading a single paragraph out of context does not reflect the summary of my final—” Rhodey’s protests are cut off.

“Just read it, Colonel. I do. Thank you,” Stern says dismissively.

Rhodey looks over at Y/n then, as if asking for permission in a way. When she nods, reluctant he begins, “Very well. ‘As he does not operate within any definable branch of government, Iron Man presents a potential threat to the security of both the nation and to her interests.’ I did, however,” Stern tries to interrupt him, but Rhodey doesn’t budge, “go on to summarise that the benefits of Iron Man far outweigh three liabilities and that it would be in our interest—”

Stern talks over him without any shame whatsoever. “That’s enough Colonel.”

Rhodey continues regardless. “—to fold Mr. Starkinto the existing chain of command, Senator—”

“That’s enough,” Stern shuts it down.

Tony decides to be a nuisance because, well, he hasn’t done that in a while “I’m not a joiner, but I’ll consider Secretary of Defence, if you ask nice.” The crowd laughs. “We can amend the hours a little bit.”

“I’d like to go on and show, if I may, the imagery that’s connected to your report,” Stern says, pointing

“I believe it is somewhat premature to reveal these images to the general public at this time,” Rhodey argues.

“With all due respect, Colonel, I understand. And if you could just narrate those for us, we’d be very grateful.”

Maybe Stern was one of those kids whose parents gave him actual coal on Christmas when he was a little asshole throughout the year, Tony thinks to himself. And that coal is what seems to be stuck up his ass, because what else could make the bastard so fucking insufferable?

“Let’s have the images,” Rhodey says, pointing over to the TV in the corner of the courtroom. As the images begin to show up, he narrates, “Intelligence suggests that the devices seen in these photos are, in fact, attempts at making manned copies of Mr. Stark’s suit. This has been corroborated by our allies and local intelligence on the ground indicating that these suits are quite possibly, at this moment, operational.”

While Rhodey gives his statement, Y/n looks over at him. “Do the thing,” she says.

“The thing?” Tony asks, playing dumb.

She rolls her eyes. “Just do it. I send the files over to Jarvis, they’re uploaded and ready to go. Can you just do it?”

He smiles, pulling out his phone, he looks over all the footage once, and yep. There they are. Remember how he said he won the lucky draw having his sister as his sister? Her previous work experience comes in real handy when you need top-secret information that the government isn’t exactly interested in sharing.

Holding his phone up to align with the screens, Tony begins, “Hold on a second buddy. Let me see something here.” He connects his system to them as the code begins to infiltrate the system. “Boy, I’m good. I commandeered your screens. I need them. Time for a little transparency. Now, let’s see what’s really going on.”

“What is he doing?” Stern is panicking.

“If you will direct your attention to said screens, I believe that’s North Korea,” Tony narrates as a video of a suit plays on the screen. It falls over, crashing and burning in their efforts to replicate his suit. The clip ends with blood splattering over the screen which is absolutely a sign of a well-functioning suit of armor for sure.

The crowd behind them loses their collective shits.

“Can you turn that off? Take it off!” Stern calls out to no one in particular. However, Hammer springs into action, trying to turn it all off. Tony suspects it has something to do with what he knows might show up next.

“Iran,” Tony notes as video footage of a suit flying plays. It does well enough, for all of five seconds before that too crashes. And judging by the fire, probably also burns.

Hammer continues his futile tries to turn the screens off.

“No grave threat here,” Tony says, smiling. And then, for the big one. “Is that Justin Hammer? How did Hammer get in the game?” This is so much fun because while Hammer tries in utter panic to turn the screen off it is playing a video of Justin Hammer, himself, standing next to a suit, commanding it to make movements that it barely follows, before fucking up altogether and twisting a complete 180 degrees.

Tony, Y/n, and Rhodey exchange a look where all can’t help but smile at the incompetence, while the crowd behind them gasps in shock and fear.

“Justin, you’re on TV. Focus up,” Y/n remarks with a cunning grin.

Just as not-TV Justin finds the plug and unplugs the screen, Tony says, “Wow. Yeah, I’d say most countries, five? Ten years away? Hammer Industries—twenty.”

“I would like to suggest the council consider hiring a new primary weapons contractor because, well, that—” she points at the screen”—and also because while Mr. Hammer might be right in his claim that Mr. Stark might not be able to predict every single threat, he can at least build a fully functional suit of armor—much unlike your expert witness, Senator.” Y/n smiles with a challenge in her eyes as she speaks.

This reminds Tony of when he was a kid and Y/n would trip the kids who’d try to take away his toys. Was she abusing her powers a bit? Yes. Did they deserve it? Yes.

Hammer rushes back to the mic to state, “I’d like to point out that that test pilot survived.”

“I think we’re done is the point that he’s making.” Stern is standing up from his seat and he seems so lost, it makes Tony feel a little bad for the poor guy. But then again, fuck him. “I don’t think there’s any reason—”

“The point is, you’re welcome, I guess,” Tony states.”

“For what?” Stern asks, dumbfounded.

“Because I’m your nuclear deterrent,” Tony says easily. “It’s working. We’re safe. America is secure. You want my property? You can’t have it. But I did you a big favor.” He stands up and turns around to face the crowd. “I’ve successfully privatized world peace.” He throws out two peace signs for good measure while everyone stands up and begins to applaud him.

“What more do you want? For now!” Tony shouts out over the cheers. “I tried to play ball with these ass-clowns,” he comments, turning to point at the council who look wrecked.

“Fuck you, Mr. Stark. Fuck you, buddy,” Stern spits out with utter hatred. “We’re adjourned. We’re adjourned for today.”

“Okay,” Tony says casually, putting on his sunglasses.

“You’ve been a delight,” Stern says, every word drenched in venom. Meanwhile, Tony gives him a thumbs-up, sends a couple of flying kisses his way, and walks out of the room surrounded by the cheering crowd.

It’s later that he’s seated in the car that he realizes, he left Y/n behind.

“Jarvis, call Y/n.”

“Calling Ms. Stark,” Jarvis replies.

The call connects.

“Hey, where’d you go?” He asks, hands on the wheel. He’s waiting now, stationary as ever.

“I didn’t go anywhere, you decided you’re the savior of the American people, and walked out to let said people laud all over, so in turn, I decided to hitch a ride with Rhodey,” she answers, sounding… frustrated?

He begins driving. “Are you mad at me? I thought that went pretty well.”

“It did go well. Up until the point you decided you’ve developed a god complex at the end and announced yourself as the nuclear deterrent.” Yeah, she’s definitely frustrated.

“But, come on! I am all of those things,” he argues, with a very slight mocking tone.

But apparently, she doesn’t agree because he’s met with a sigh from the other end.

“Look, Tony, you told me you needed to do this to help people, to make your life worthwhile—that’s why I wanted to help you out.” She pauses. “I saw something really fucking great in you. It’s always been there, but I—I see it come up to the surface when you’re wearing that suit, which is why I was ready to fight the government to let you keep it. But if you’re gonna be the same arrogant asshole about it then I, myself will salvage your suit for parts and sell it off on eBay.” Now she sounds downright pissed off.

“Y/n, come on—” she cuts him off.

“There are people out there, you know?” Her voice is hushed, it puts him on edge.

“What people?” He asks.

“When I was looking into countries trying to develop similar tech to the Iron Man suit, I found people out there who could replicate it, they just haven’t gotten around to it,” she tells him in quiet whispers.

“Yeah?” He’s freaking out a little now… only a little. “Like who?”

“About half a dozen of them… But most prominently, Howard used to work with this guy, Anton Vanko. He got deported to Russia in ‘67 after he was accused of espionage, he died a couple months ago.”

“So a dead guy then?”

“He had a son,” Y/n bites back. “I’m trying to figure out if he has the designs, but know this, Tony, he does have the skills to pull it off.”

He’s freaking out a lot now, so much so that the car feels almost claustrophobic to him now. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” He says instead.

There is silence on the other side for a while and then, “I’m right behind you, Tony. Always. But you gotta be better.”

The call disconnects.

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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Jaehyun boxer au needed ASAP!

[9:43PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: hair pulling, oral sex (M receiving), face fuck and praising.

you exit the bathroom, your body wrapped tightly with a white fresh towel— along with your hair.

you’ve been home alone since seven— it was now nine— so, seeing your husband sitting on the bench in front of the king sized bed scared the living hell out of you.

“holy fuck, jaehyun.” you gasp, holding your chest. “you’re so lucky i don’t have my firearm with me.” jaehyun softly smiles and continues to unwrap the kumper from his knuckles.

“oh,” you say when pumping some moisturizer onto the tip of your fingers. “i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your match. i forgot that we had conferences today.”

that’s right— you’re a first grade teacher. you’ve been a first grade teacher for three years and the students there absolutely adore you— along with the teachers.

“it’s fine, baby. i understand.” the white kumpers sitting next to him as he unwraps the other hand. “there’s always next time.” you smile— you were so glad that your husband was the type to understand.

“something’s off,” you turn around and jaehyun glances up at you. “you seem.. off? like, you’re usually hyped when you get home but.. you’re awfully quiet?” jaehyun softly sighs and shrugs.

“did you lose your match today?” he shakes his head. “no, i won. like always.” jaehyun says with a slight smirk. “it’s just.. my good luck charm wasn’t in the crowd tonight.” you bite your lip.

and this dick says he isn’t romantic.

cheekily romantic.

“i’m sorry, honey.” you walk up to him and you sit in his lap. “forgive me, ‘kay?” you wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss on his cheek.

jaehyun stays silent.

what was he thinking about?

“okay?” you lift jaehyuns face before he pushes you off his lap. odd. “what’s wrong?” you remove your arms from his neck and then you go to take a step back until his arms draw you back in.

“take your towel off.” o…kay.

you do so without having to be asked, again. jaehyuns eyes never left yours as you peeled the towel away from your body. your nipples harden from the cold air—the air conditioning was blasted because of the heat outside.

“on your knees, baby.” you bite your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and.. from being turned on.

you nod and sink onto your knees. “now, undo my pants and sit back when you’re done.” you gulp and reach for his sweats, pulling at the strings and tugging his sweats and boxers off.

you sit back after his sweats and briefs are pooled at his ankles. doing just as you’re told to.

jaehyun smiles in satisfaction. you listened so well— not wanting to disobey him, of course.

“do you want to suck my cock or do you want me to fuck your face?” never has he asked like that. although being married for several years— he’d always make you nervous. just from the slightest questions.

“can.. we do both?” jaehyuns grin grows wider. “aren’t you a greedy one.” you lick your lip before biting it.

jaehyun takes his cock and softly jerks himself while holding eye contact with you. “you wanna suck my dick?” you’re too busy drooling over his cock, that you answered a few seconds after his question. “yes.. i do.”

jaehyun lets out a string of low groans and mutters before continuing. “beg for it, baby. beg for how much you want to suck my cock.” you could physically feel your pupils shake.

“please,” jaehyun tilts his head with his eyes slightly squinting. “i can’t hear you too well— try speaking up, baby.” you bite your lip.

you usually aren’t this shy with him.. but tonight felt.. different?

“please,” you inhale, looking down at your lap. “may i please,” you bring your eyes up to jaehyuns and frown your eyebrows. “suck your cock.” that’s enough for jaehyun to give in.

with eagerness hiding behind your flushed cheeks— you grab ahold of his ten inch cock and you gulp. lathering the inside of your mouth with saliva before sitting up on your knees and taking jaehyuns tip into your mouth.

“fuck,” jaehyun sighs and tips his head back. “that’s it, baby.” a small smile grows on your lips when feeling his hand drop onto the back of your head.

“take me in slowly.” he whispers.

your saliva coating his length as you move down it per second. your eyes slightly squeezing shut when feeling them water as his tip meets your gag reflex.

your mouth stretched at his thickness and salivated around him, drooling through the sides of your lips.

jaehyun lets out a groan and tangles his fingers with your hair. you take your hand away from his shaft and you let jaehyun take the lead. his hand pushes your head down and pulls it back up with a tug.

“your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” you’re too busy gagging around him to pay attention to what he’s saying. your gargling and gags blocked out every sound.

you gag around his base and jaehyun softly laughs. “that’s a good girl,” he hisses. “choking on my cock and still taking it down like a good girl.” your core getting wetter with each praise.

the sloppy sounds of your mouth taking jaehyuns dick easily earns jaehyuns cum down your throat. jaehyun yanks you off while groaning and grunting before jerking himself off.

your face messily painted with white streaks of cum. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans, rubbing his tip and finally letting your hair go.

“mm.” you scoop a bit of his cum off your face and onto the tip of your finger before licking it. “mm.” you hum, again.

“so fuckin’ sexy for that.” jaehyun chuckles and leans forward— his lips melting against yours before pulling away.

you rest your hand on his knees. “better?” jaehyun licks his lips and hums. “not quite.” your eyes slightly widen— choking on his cock.. didn’t brighten his mood?

jaehyun looks down at his dick that sat brick hard against his belly. “why don’t you come take a seat, hm?” he holds his cock up and you give him a look.. a look that said you’d been waiting.

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kristi16 · 10 months

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All flavours for 5K

Summary: Each man possesses unique qualities that draw her in, making her journey both exhilarating and challenging

Warnings: smut, 18+, foursome, p in v, p in a, oral m receiving, dom!guys, submissive!reader, slight degradation

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You appeared in a dire situation. You are between three men. Between three men you really liked. And every one of them was completely different. Everyone brought something different to the table. It was exciting what a blossom of flavours you have experienced.

It all started with the paddock. You were lucky enough to be able to auction off the entry fee to the paddock for 5,000 euros. You have loved the formula since you were a child and wanted to fulfill your dream of standing so close to everything that you have only observed through the screen until now.

You were a Ferrari fan, but over time, Max won your heart too. You got used to him and started to like him as much as your favorite pair of ferrari men.

The whole experience of that day was really normal, but then you appeared in the room. Locked. With these three hotties.

You were in a trance. You were slightly shocked and scared. You were terribly ashamed just to be standing there. The three of them side by side stood in front of you. Max had his typical expression that hardly said anything about him. He made you feel like you messed something up and now he's going to yell at you. Charles was smiling at you sweetly which calmed you down. But Carlos, you could feel the warmth that radiated from his body and you were incredibly attracted to him. On top of that, he was looking you up and down.

You swallowed. All the pleasant feeling Charles gave you was gone.

"So, how do we do this?" Max said.

The boys looked at each other. You started to rub your hands and were about to say something.

"You know, I—"

“Pst pst pst cariño” Carlos pointed at you.

You stood as if transfixed with your mouth open.

"Hm, but she has a nice mouth." Carlos winked at you.

You immediately closed it and waited to see what would come. Boys started walking around you. Circling as if you were their prey. You started to panic what was going on.

"You know I don't even know-"

"Cariño!"

Charles looked at Carlos to take it easy. Charles turned to you and lowered himself.

"What's wrong cherie?"

You started gliding your eyes from Max to Carlos and back to Max. Then you docked at Charles.

"What's going on?" you asked.

Max was already suffering from impatience, so he took the situation into his own hands.

"Come on, little one. We noticed you peeking at us. Making eyes on us. And we like you too, so why not do something about it?” Max said.

You just swallowed.

"Only if you want to, of course." Charles said kindly to you.

You just stared at him. Suddenly, Carlos leaned into your back. The heat emanated from him even more and he absolutely burned your skin with his touch. He lowered his head to whisper into your ear.

"Don't you want it, cariño?" he stroked your bare arm with his right hand.

A chill ran down your spine and you leaned your head into his left breast. You gasped as Carlos grabbed your cunt.

“Darling, do you want it?” Charles asked.

You didn't know what to do first, your senses were starting to feel like they were in hot water.

“Y/N, look me in the eyes. You are safe with me.” and so you finally looked Charles in the eyes. You really found tenderness in them. You just nodded.

"Words cariño." Carlos said, stroking your arms again.

"Yes. I want it." you felt so embarrassed.

But that didn't last long because Max pounced on you.

"Finally." he stated pressing his lips to yours.

With every kiss he peeled off a piece of you. He took every breath from your lungs like the wind from your sails. He held you with his left hand around your neck so you wouldn't move and you hopelessly placed your hands on his chest, hoping to at least create some space between you, otherwise he would drain your entire soul from your body.

"Look how red she is." Carlos chuckled.

Max let you go and you were able to turn to Carlos. Panting.

"You are gorgeous cherie." Charles smiled at you. Although there was something deeper, darker in his eyes.

"Strip." Max said.

He was looking at you with a look that gave you no choice. You frantically started undressing. All shame has left you. You were more nervous about what to expect next.

“Fucking beautiful.” Carlos said and Max nodded.

You don't know why, but the approval from Max gave you confidence. Charles caressed your cheek and began caressing your jaw. Because of the tenderness and romantic gestures, you closed your eyes and didn't notice the world around you for a while. When you opened your eyes. You saw Max and Carlos in their full naked glory.

Your eyes almost popped out and you just stared. Both were absolutely gorgeous. Just the thought of these two offering you things and you being able to take advantage of their body made you salivate.

"Don't drool." Charles laughed.

At that moment you lowered your eyes and looked at your palms. You noticed that Charles is still dressed. And you decided to act. You looked into his eyes and started undressing him. First shirt, then pants. Charles grinned at you like he was proud of his sweet little girl. You were just on your knees when you had his erect cock in front of you. You took it carefully in your hand and looked at him. Whether you can touch him. He stroked your hair in return and it was a green light for you. You forgot everything, your only concern was to suck him down as best you could. You got so lost in it that only after a while did you notice that the boys joined in and stood around you. You decided to take matters into your own hands. Literary.

You left your mouth wrapped around Charles and reached out for both cocks with each hand. You started riding up and down. Very slow and very sensual. You had to be careful not to hurt anyone. Hearing them moan was like a favourite song to listen to.

"I can't take it anymore." Max hissed.

"I'm taking the ass."

The boys just nodded and you were back in the submissive position. You had no idea what that meant.

"I'm going to lie down and you're going to sit on me, okay cherie?" Charles told you.

By this time you were just listening without further ado. You strap his lap while he was looking at you from below. Before you could get down, Max stuck his fingers in your cunt.

"I'll borrow some." he said in your ear and peck your cheek.

You sobbed at his touch and tilted your head back. Max started violently kissing your neck and biting your skin. You reached your hand into his hair and tugged lightly. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed your hips to keep you in place.

"If she’s acting like this now, I don't know how it will end." Carlos said.

This disturbed you and you looked at him with frightened look in your face.

Suddenly, it was as if the whole world stopped. Max waited patiently, so did Charles. Carlos walked over to you and started stroking your hair. He was smiling beautifully at you.

"Will you be a good girl right?"

You just nodded. He kissed your forehead and motioned to the two boys.

First Charles. Charles focused on you and slowly directed you to sit on top of him. You took him in.

You just looked into his beautiful eyes and let yourself be consumed by his gaze urging you to obey.

You began to sob as time went on and his flesh pushing into you. It was a lot to handle. Charles waited a moment for you to get used to it. But before you actually could, he was pulling you down again. Now you started to feel that excitement and sense of fulfillment. So much so that you could feel your orgasm creeping up to the top.

At the same moment you felt Max's cock trying to penetrate you from behind.

You squealed and pulled away from him. You fell on Charles' chest.

"Cariño, you said you would be a good girl."

You looked at him with a sad look on your face. Charles scratched your hair.

"You'll like it, you'll see. I'm already drooling over you Y/N. Imagine how good the boys will feel when you submit to them.” Charles smiled at you.

You just smiled at him. And you relaxed.

"Spread your cheeks honey." Max said sweetly.

You did as he said. You still felt Charles inside you and now you felt Max creeping into you. You've never done anything like this.

“So fucking tight.” Max hissed.

You heard him moan softly which flattered you. That you managed to soften Max.

He slowly pushed it into you and it got harder and harder for you to swallow the pain. You bit down on Charles' shoulder and suffered silently.

"Kiss Me." Charles told you.

You raised your head enough for you to touch his lip. Then you felt Carlos playing with your clit and you forgot about the pain Max caused you. Up to the point where you were starting to feel pleasure from Max sliding in and out of you.

You started to moan loudly. Max pulled you to him by your hips and held you tight.

"Such a good girl." He rasped in your ear.

Charles grabbed you by your breasts and started thrusting into you from below. You managed to move up and down at least a little while Max was loading you from behind. It was too much so you immediately squirted all over Charles.

“Fuuuuuck.” Carlos said as he masturbated at what he saw.

You were starting to get tired of the orgasm, but the boys kept loading you full and you had no choice but to recover.

"Such a good girl." Max told you and Charles pinched your nipples.

You screamed and stuttered. Charles moved his hand to your clit.

You noticed how screwed up Charles was. Pink cheeks, lips parted and such pure passion in the eyes that you have never seen before.

You felt him slowly buck under you, his cock starting to stretch and grow inside of you. You knew it would be soon.

“Charles, cum in me.” you said and Charles let out a loud moan.

“Making commands already?” Carlos laughed.

He walked over to you and turned your head towards him with his hand. He tapped your lips with his head. You opened for him. He drove his cock into you, and you tried to concentrate on giving him head as much as possible.

"You look like a good whore" Carlos stated.

You felt Max grow inside you as well and Charles' fingers on your clit quickened. You started to lose control and consciousness. You saw stars and excruciating pain and enormous pleasure and another wave of pleasure flowing through your entire body. Even with Carlos' cock in your mouth you screamed as Max dug into your neck and bit you hard enough to silence his moans. Charles was just moaning and stuttering, his eyes wide open, watching you sucking Carlos's dick, coming so hard that you felt like there was nowhere for his seed to fit.

Carlos pulled out of your mouth and splashed all over your face. You just blinked as much as your eyelids could handle.

Max began to kiss you more gently and told you how amazing you were.

"We are very proud of you." Charles pinched your cheek.

That made you smile. Carlos ended it with a question.

"Shall we switch positions?"

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