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icyg4l · 15 days

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PAC: Your Future Partner's Love Language

Hello beautiful people, tonight marks the third post of the week regarding love! (meaning I kept my promise, yay!) I have a sale going on tomorrow, so be sure to tune into that. If you would look to book a reading, please read my guidelines and then dm me! If you have any inquiries, also dm me! Without further ado, please select your pile!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile 1: I feel like you’re the independent woman trope, Pile One. This person will be attracted to you because you have your own. But that doesn't mean that they won’t be giving. This isn’t a stingy lover at all. I get Cancer/Capricorn/Aquarius energy from this person. I see this person will be big on gift giving. They will also shower you with compliments. They don’t expect this in return, to be honest. They’re also really big on paying the tab every time at restaurants. I feel like this person is calm and collected. This person wants to follow in their family’s footsteps. They’re big on marriage and doing things the proper way. They would like to show you off, this is part of their love language as well. And lastly, this person really likes to see people stand on business. Part of their love language is helping you plan and put things into action. They’re going to be your number one fan. Expect roses and romance with this person, Pile One.

Cards Used: The Hierophant, The Hermit, 4 of Discs, Queen of Swords

extras: tacos. party pooper. mellow. skilla baby. carrie underwood. bartleby.

Pile 2: So when I was shuffling for this pile, I heard the term ‘yapper’. This person really likes to talk, even if it’s about nothing. I thought of this guy who I sit next to in my English class, and he says whatever comes to mind. I feel like this person just really wants a listening ear since they didn’t get that when they were younger. They could have been the type of kid to have “talks too much” on their report card. They have big Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Virgo energy. This person just wants to be heard and valued for once, they feel taken for granted. This person has the tendency to go down memory lane as well. They also have a thing for tickling. They honestly seem like a big kid. They are really big on humor. Their sense of humor can be deadpan or they could say a lot of one-liner punchlines. Be prepared to laugh a lot. I think this person values one-on-one time a lot as well, Pile Two.

Cards Used: Judgment, Ace of Swords, Death (RX), Eight of Discs (RX), 7 of Discs (RX)

extras: bright teeth. nice style. black beanies. toby from this is us. “kiss the ring.” wrestlers.

Pile 3: Oh man, the chemistry is hot here. This person really likes PDA. They enjoy physical touch. They want you to find any reason to touch them & they want to do the same for you. This person wants everyone to know that y’all are together. They could be a little clingy, let them know if that’s too much for you. I get the feeling that this could be their first real relationship so please be gentle with them. I feel like this person is like a big teddy bear. They really enjoy hugs, sharing drinks with you, cuddling, hand-holding and sloppy kisses. It all makes their world go round. You guys will be engaging in a lot of sexual activity together so please protect yourselves! Overall, this person is not shy. This person is quite the flirt, very physical. They give big Leo, LIbra, Aries energy. You guys are going to be like that one couple in high school that got detention for kissing by the lockers. People might be uncomfortable by your dynamic because you’re so physical with one another, but fuck it!

Cards Used: Knight of Wands, The Chariot, Princess of Cups, The Lovers, Ace of Cups.

extras: sweet face. wink. “hold me.” soft hands. racy. lord farquaad. monochromatic. skin-to-skin.

Pile 4: Can we say dramaaaa? I feel like your person is really dramatic. They’re the epitome of go big, go home. They give off Pisces, Leo, Sagittarius energy. They’re the epitome of male R&B singers in the early 2000s. This person has the best intentions but it can be overwhelming for you at times. Know that this person is doing their best. This is a part of who they are, there’s no faking this personality. I think this person would literally do anything for you. If you were to ask for a cookie from the store, they would bring you the cookie, a sandwich, a drink, chips and flowers just to make your day. This person is really good at planning parties and spending money. If you were to have a birthday coming up, they would have a surprise party planned with all of your favorite people there and thoughtful gifts. This person wants to give you the world, honestly. Don’t feel embarrassed by the things that this person does because you deserve it. They do it out of purity, but you can tell them to tone it down if it’s really getting to you.

Cards Used: The Emperor, The Fool, Justice, 7 of Cups, Ace of Discs, Princess of Cups

extras: my way by usher. “It’s camp.” new edition. clown colors. teezo touchdown. rich uncle vibes.

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taintedcigs · 8 months

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GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

♬ I'm in a getaway car, I left you in a motel bar, put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me. ♬

summary: in which you return to hawkins to attend your best friend nancy's wedding, facing the problems you left behind, and the one person you abandoned; eddie munson. — inspired by getaway car by t.s.

spotify playlist.

warnings — ANGST, pining and slowburn, two idiots in love!!, second chance at romance, kinda friends to hating each other to lovers, strong language!, smut (eventually, minors dni), portrayal of a toxic, emotionally/physically absive relationship (not the main ship ofc), mentions of alc*hol and drg use.

pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

authors note — okay i sweeearr this is the last time. i made myself a cover and im sooo excited to share this series with yall again, this was one of the first series i posted but i rlly hated how i wrote that so this is almost like an entirely new version of it ! im so proud and so excited for you guys to read it ❥

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- CHAPTERS

chapter one: best of times, the worst of crimes

chapter two: where i end you begin.

chapter three: i’ll swim down, would you?

chapter four: two notes and a heart down

chapter five: struck a match & blew your mind

chapter six: all tomorrow's parties

chapter seven: she’s thunderstorms

chapter eight: made your mark on me

chapter nine: multitude of casualties (coming soon ♡)

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- BLURBS

flashback when you met me (coming soon ♡)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson x y/n #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #getaway car #getaway car series #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #IM SO EXCITED #I HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT BC I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THE CHARACTERIZATION #ITS STUPID BUT IDC

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dawn-in-neocity · 9 months

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“best friend” (™️) nct dream

(that is your man, you’re just in denial)

mark

y’all are only missing the relationship title at this point. you’re always the first to hear his new music. he values your opinion so much. loves lending you hoodies and jackets because when you return them they smell like you. tells you how cute you are 100 times a day. boops your nose and pinches your chin. sends you 360s of his fresh haircuts. shows up to all your events (sports, work events, art, fundraisers, anything you do). makes pinky promises with you.

renjun

you two slowly move into more than friends territory. brings you flowers “for your room”. picks up your vocab without realizing it. reserves his gentlest speaking voice for you only. listens intently to anything and everything you have to say. you two do road-trips and mini getaways all the time. vents to you. creates the perfect bite from his meal for you to try whenever you’re eating together. forehead kisses!!! will be the one to initiate the “what are we” conversation.

jeno

he’s simply your jeno and you do not wish to elaborate. his arm is always draped over the back of your seat. you’re together so often that his friends are confused when you’re NOT at his place. slips up and calls you babe (and keeps at it since you don’t seem to mind). you two are always in a corner laughing it UP about something. y’all dressed up as harley quinn and the joker for halloween. ALWAYS ties your shoelaces for you no matter where you are.

haechan

that’s just your bf i hate to break it to you. posts soft launch-esque pics of you two on his story. everyone thinks you’re dating. teases you by poking his finger into your side. why are you standing so close to each other? his hair is touching your forehead? move? plays with your fingers. named the stuffed animal you won him and now deems it your love child. places your legs on top of his when you sit beside each other. texts you “this made me think of you” at least 4x a week.

jaemin

he would marry you tomorrow if you agreed. makes it clear that it’s you or no one else for him. greets you with a veryyy friendly kiss on the cheek. 0 chill when it comes to pda. got you a really nice gift for valentine’s day. tells you he’s in love with you daily, just in other words. spam comments on your posts. SO flirty. blows kisses and winks at you type of flirty. STARES; like heart shaped pupils, dopey smile staring. “it’s late, you should just sleep over :)”.

chenle

has known you forever and has basically been your bf forever. regularly texts your mother. brings you to all his family events. affectionately bites you. holds your face in his hands and squishes your cheeks together. casually drops the most heartwarming compliments ever. never corrects people when they refer to you as his s/o. places your hand on his arm when you guys walk together. gets close to your face and pulls away when you’re about to kiss. dies when you do it back.

jisung

you two have never been just friends tbh. will bail on plans just to stay in and watch netflix with you. calls you a version/nickname of your name only he uses. asks you for head scratches when he’s tired. picks up on your moods so easily like how??? actively keeps up with all your school/work tea. always brings you a little treat when he comes to see you. forgets you’re meant to be low-key when he drinks and gets very… loving. y’all are always falling asleep on facetime.

#nct #nct imagines #nct dream #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct dream timestamps #nct dream x reader #nct dream headcanons #nct headcanons #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung

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repulsiveliquidation · 3 months

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Ecstasy

Aitana Bonmatí x Reader [SMUT!]

Just a little smut blurb for y’all. My classes start tomorrow so I won’t be actively posting like I have so please look forward to about a fic or two during the week! This is an expanded version of the little bit of smut in my earlier post, ‘Hope, Coffee, and Poetry.’

“You like that, don’t you bebita?” Aitana teased, fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy as you fuck on the couch. She’s got you caged in her arms, her muscular frame hovering over you. You could see her arm muscles rippling as she fingerfucked you mercilessly, tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration.

“What would they say hm? If they knew their innocent little Aitana could be a real freak in the sheets?” you teased, her fingers slipping out of your gaping pussy with a light squelch. She merely smirked at your comment, running her tongue over her lower lip. She walked off to the bedroom, leaving you high and dry.

You huff and roll your eyes, following her into the bedroom stomping your feet.

“Come on Tana, can’t take a little bit of teasing?” you taunt, seeing her back facing you before you step into the room fully. You gasp when you see her, she’s got her harness on and one of your bigger straps attached.

“On the bed,” she asks sternly, a rare show of emotion for the midfielder.

You obey her, that tone of voice was one that she used when you knew you struck a nerve.

You climb onto the bed, lying face down in the middle of it. Aitana immediately straddles your thighs, kissing down your back hard. She bites as she goes, teeth digging into your flesh and leaving teeth marks. You moan into the mattress, hands tightly gripping the sheets. She chuckles, the strap pressing in between your legs and nudging at your core.

She crawls down, spreading your ass to reveal your pretty, wet, gaping pussy. She dives in, slurping and suckling hard on your dripping folds. You cry out her name, pushing your ass back into her face. She grips your ass hard, fingers leaving dark gashes when she lets go.

Aitana presses three fingers inside you, lips pressed close to your ear as she hovers over you once again. She licks the shell of your ear, three fingers jamming themselves into your pussy hard and fast. You feel that familiar coil in your stomach building up and you reach back for her, she holds your hand, working you through it as your orgasm hits you hard. Your thighs shake and your voice trembles with a shout of her name, the squelch of your cum pooling between your thighs makes her pussy throb incessantly.

She grunts, pulling away before sticking her fingers into her mouth to clean off and she moans at the potent taste of you. She licks her lips, climbing back onto your thighs. She spreads you open and spits down onto your pussy before sliding the strap into you. She spanks your ass hard and slides in more, grasping the meat of your ass hard with her strong hands.

She gives you no time to adjust, hips slowly fucking into you from behind. You can barely move with her weight on top of you, your hands struggling to find reprieve as she rapidly increases her pace.

She leans down, hips unwavering as she makes a claim on you.

"A qui pertanys, nena?"

“You, Tana!”

"Qui et fot millor?"

“You, only you!”

“Your body and pussy is mine, sí?” she asks with a low voice, pinning your flailing arms to the bed. Her hips become rougher, pounding into you hard.

“Sí, Tana. All yours!”

Your vision goes white when you come, body convulsing under Aitana as she slowly brings you out of your high. She pulls out and pulls you into her arms, caressing your face and pushing your damp hair away from it.

“You are okay?” she asks in her adorable accented English, dominant Aitana was no longer present but your sweet, embodiment of sunshine girlfriend was here instead.

“Yes, it was perfect,” you say with a soft smile, leaning up and meeting her lips in a soft kiss. She pulls your face closer, deepening the kiss.

“T'estimo, estimada”.

“I love you too, baby.”

#aitana bonmatí #aitana bonmati imagine #aitana bonmati smut #aitana bonmati blurb #aitana bonmati x reader #woso x reader #woso soccer #woso imagine #woso fanfics #fc barca femeni #woso smut

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withleeknow · 5 months

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wishful thinking. (01)

chapter one: flutter

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genre: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut warnings: implied smut, aftercare, mentions of alcohol consumption, hints of oc being a little emotionally constipated lol, barely edited but we should all be used to seeing that from me atp word count: 2.3k note: eeeek my first lino series is here 🥺 there's not much substance in the first part bc we're mostly just setting things up. thank you to my wifeus in the obs server (you know who you are ofc) for being the best cheerleaders, bc i don't think i would've gone through with writing this fic if it wasn't for you. fwb lino probably would've had to gather dust in the attic if you hadn't encouraged me to write him. thank you and love you <3

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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Tomorrow when it's over and we're sober I just want to believe that you'll miss me But I shouldn't 'cause we're just friends Now we're day drunk in the back seat of a taxi And you're telling me you wanna kiss me But we shouldn't 'cause we're just friends

Just Friends - Virginia to Vegas

“Minho.”

“Hmm?”

“Get off of me.”

He doesn’t, of course. Because Minho is stubborn and Minho does whatever he wants sometimes. “No,” he mumbles against your neck, pressing a soft kiss there that makes the stupid thing in your chest flutter against your will. You don’t let yourself indulge in the feeling for too long though, only a second. “You’re too warm.”

“Min,” you scold lightly, but you can’t say that you don’t enjoy having his body on yours like this. It’s different than when you’re having sex, because this is more intimate somehow, just him holding you - or rather, resting the entirety of him on top of you like the human version of a weighted blanket. Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am! but with a Minho-esque flare that he doesn’t have to appease you with, but chooses to anyway.

One of the reasons why you don’t let yourself relish in the moment is because intimacy isn’t what you signed up for. In fact, it’s the complete opposite of what you both agreed on. No strings attached - it was the only instruction, plain and simple.

And so you nudge his shoulder again, making him sigh and begrudgingly sit up, in all of his post-sex glory. Disheveled fluffy hair, a couple of fading marks on his neck courtesy of you, kiss-swollen lips and a kind of glow that you’re fairly certain matches your own.

“Hang on,” Minho says, I’ll get you a towel.”

He quickly throws on his boxers - previously discarded on the floor - and heads to your bathroom. He returns to your side just a couple minutes later with said item in hand, dabbing the soft cloth at your core tenderly.

“You okay?” he asks. “I wasn’t too rough on you tonight?”

You like the aftercare, and how tender he always is with you. You’re not sure if that’s the extra effort that he puts in with everyone he’s ever hooked up with, or if you two are just naturally comfortable around each other, but it’s reassuring. It’s nice to know that this agreement between the two of you hasn’t tarnished your friendship.

Yet?

Yet.

“You were perfect,” you tell him with a coy smile. “I was the one who asked for it anyway.”

Minho chuckles, then pats your bare thigh for good measure as he takes one final swipe at your core before chucking the towel into the laundry basket in the corner of your room.

He plops onto your bed again, propping himself on an elbow so he could look down at your face, highlighted only by the dim light of the small lamp on your bedside table. The way that his bicep flexes still puts you in a bit of a trance, even though you’ve seen it probably hundreds of times already.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when you asked me to try that with you,” he says, eyeing your mouth again. “Didn’t think you’d be down for experimenting new things with me.”

“Well, who else am I supposed to try things out with?”

You’re not even sure what you meant - the words just rolled off your tongue - but you don’t miss the instantaneous look of pride on his face. To hear something like that from you is clearly an ego boost for him.

You don’t miss the subtle blush that tints both of his cheeks and the top of his ears either, but you don’t dwell on it for very long.

Come to think of it, you don’t let yourself indulge in a lot of things when you’re around him.

His free hand comes up to draw imaginary patterns along your arm, starting from your shoulder, down to your elbow, then across your forearm until you could feel his fingers on the back of your hand. “I forgot to mention earlier,” he says, tracing what you think is an invisible outline of a heart on your skin. “Hyunjin knows.”

“Knows what?” you ask.

“He knows that we’re hooking up,” Minho tells you, then clarifies when he sees your eyes widening. “Well, he doesn’t know that it’s you. He knows that I’m hooking up with someone.”

You mimic his position, propping yourself up on one elbow so your face is more leveled with his, evidently alarmed at the mention of your friend finding out about a secret that you've been trying to hide for months now.

No, a secret would imply that you have more things you have to conceal. It’s probably more accurate to refer to it as the secret.

Sometimes, even you yourself wonder why this is something you need to hide from everyone.

It’s not like you’re living in the Victorian era where people are scandalized by the appearance of a bare knee. It’s not like your friends are prudes either; most of them have had their fair share of friends with benefits. It’s all casual, all in good fun.

But maybe it’s because it’s Minho that you’re currently… preoccupied with, that makes you feel less inclined to share with the rest of the group.

If any of them catches wind of this, you know they’ll have loads to say about it, starting with a thorough but well-intentioned lecture from Chan.

You were good friends before your thing started.

You had a friendship. You had something to lose.

You don’t know why you would even risk it in the first place.

It just happened.

One particularly lonely night. You had some alcohol in your system, and that always made you more sentimental than usual. There was something romantic in the air, or maybe that’s just what you thought looking at everything through the lenses of three glasses of wine. Not drunk, just buzzed enough to be reminded that Minho was one of the most beautiful people you’d ever laid your eyes upon.

But the accumulation of all those factors didn’t matter - couldn’t have mattered - more than the fact that he was there for you.

He listened to you brood over how suffocated you felt, how stagnant your life was, how nothing seemed to be going the way you wanted no matter how hard you tried. He didn’t offer you unsolicited advice, didn’t make you feel silly for moping. He was a soothing presence and that was enough for you.

Sometimes, your friends liked to say that you two would make a good couple because of how compatible you were. Chan once commented that you and Minho were a perfect fit, and that was what kept plaguing your mind moments before you kissed Minho for the first time.

Maybe you’re the missing piece of my puzzle, you had thought back then. My perfect fit.

You had pulled away after a couple of seconds, mortified, but his reaction was immediate. He’d chased after your lips again, no questions asked.

You knew it was a rash decision, spurred on by the heat of the moment and cheap convenience store rosé. Minho was so… goddamn addictive after just one taste that you couldn’t resist anymore. Having him felt like you finally had a taste of water after spending years deprived.

Needless to say, he ended up in your bed that night. The rest is… well, it doesn’t take a genius to deduce the subsequent series of events that led you here.

“Elaborate,” you say with an arch of your eyebrow.

“You texted when he was hanging out at my place and I was in the bathroom.” Minho shrugs. “That nosy little thing. He scrolled through quite a bit of our texts too.”

You frown. “He read our texts but he doesn’t know it’s me?”

“I don’t have you saved as your name.”

“Then what do you have me saved as?”

Up until now, you never even thought about this, and you’ve always just assumed that you’re in his contacts under your name, like he is in your list. Well, technically you have him saved as ‘Min’, but anyone who comes across it could still easily identify who you’re referring to.

Minho purses his lips, contemplating for a minute before he ultimately decides to withhold this information from you. He gives you a teasing smile, another shrug, before saying, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out when the time comes.”

“I don’t get to know what my own name is in your phone? Even Hyunjin knows, apparently.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know it’s you, so what does he really even know?”

“But I have a right-”

“Shhh.” Then he’s leaning forward to shush you with a quick kiss to your lips. It does the job, because you shut right the hell up. It surprises you every time he kisses you when you’re not in the middle of sex. Moments like these are rare, but you’re always rendered speechless by how casually he does it, how familiar the simple action is even when it shouldn’t be, and most of all, you’re dumbstruck by just how right it feels.

“Am I gonna see you before Yeonjun’s party on Saturday?” he asks, like nothing even happened. Your lips are tingling from a simple peck. It’s so silly, considering how just half an hour ago, he was literally inside of you, pounding you into oblivion until you had tears streaming down your face. Until you were crying out his name like it was the only word you’d ever known.

You quickly regain your composure. “I don’t know, maybe. I have a final paper to finish so I’ll probably be holed up here or at the library,” you tell him. “Maybe we’ll catch each other on campus. But if not, then, yeah, I’ll see you at the party.”

Minho seems disappointed, evident from his immediate and adorable pout.

“It’s just a few days.” You roll your eyes harmlessly, lying back down again to snuggle into your pillow. “You’ll live.”

“Will I?” he grumbles. “What am I supposed to do for four whole days?”

“Don’t you have your finals too?”

“All presentations and papers. Finished the last one today.”

“Oh,” you say, mildly impressed by the fact. You always forget how studious he actually is. “Internships?”

“Already sent in my applications.”

“Changbin says you’ve been talking to that girl Hana in your class.”

You don’t know why you brought it up. You don’t even like hearing the words coming out of your own mouth.

Minho makes a face, almost like he’s taken aback that Changbin would even tell you that. “Because we’re in the same group for our final presentation,” he informs you.

“She seems nice, from what I’ve heard about her. Seems like she has a big fat crush on you too.”

“Not to sound mean, but I don’t really care about that.”

A feeling blooms in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that you cannot and will not give a name to. There’s just something about the way he said it, steadfast, without any hesitation.

“It does make you sound a bit mean,” you tell him.

“I’m just not interested in her.”

“I don’t want to hold up the Minho train if there are other options out there that you want to explore.”

Do you mean it? Yes and no. Part of you wants to be nosy and prod until he fesses up about a potential love interest in his life - if there even is one - so that you could be a good friend that tell him to just go for it, but your curiosity is eclipsed by your selfishness, because you realize that you don’t really want to know if it means the end of this.

Are you being a hypocrite?

Yeah, probably.

He bites his bottom lip as if in thought, just briefly, before he rolls over to lie on his back, staring up at your boring ceiling. “I told you, I don’t care. I’m not interested in any other girl,” he says.

Realistically, you know there will be a finale. It’s only inevitable. One day, he’ll get a girlfriend, or you’ll get a boyfriend - the former seems more likely than the latter - and this arrangement between the two of you will have run its course. Null and void.

It’s part of the reason why you never let yourself relish in him, because you will only be thoroughly disappointed when he gets taken away from you.

As if he’s ever been yours to begin with.

You’ve never belonged to him either.

Neither of you owes the other anything at all.

You blink away the dazed look in your eyes, humming a noncommittal noise in irresolute agreement, before reaching for your phone to check the time. It’s not that late, half an hour shy of midnight, and his place isn’t that long a walk from yours. You know full well that it isn’t much of an excuse, and yet…

“It’s late.”

“Can’t I stay over?” He turns his head to look at you. “I’ll be good. I’ll just sleep next to you.”

“No can do,” you say. “I have a class at 10AM.”

“Me too. I can walk you to campus,” he insists.

There’s something unspoken in his gaze that you can sense but can’t translate. It’s been happening more often lately - you not being able to read him as easily as you could before. You have to admit that it makes you a little unsettled. The unknown that swims in the dark sepia of his eyes.

But maybe you’re overthinking this. Maybe you’re making something out of absolutely nothing.

“Go home, Minho,” you decide, leaving him no room to protest. The instant kicked puppy look on his face makes you feel a little bad, thus prompting you to continue, “I’ll try to see you on campus, okay?”

He looks at you for another moment before he sits up unwillingly. It seems like he has something else to say - something other than a butthurt comment about being bored out of his mind over the next few days - but in the end, he gives up. You notice the way his shoulders slightly slump as he exhales, “Okay.”

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lykos-attic · 2 months

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Coming out of my cave to post art on here again

I'm trying ( heavy emphasis on trying 😭 ) to make designs for every arc 1 WoF character, and since mudwings are the easiest tribe for me to draw I started with clay and his siblings

Their shapes and stuff make sense in my head and have reasonings but I can't put them into words rghHHgdgGGRRRghhgfh

CHARACTERS; CLAY [ TOP LEFT ] , SORA [BOTTOM LEFT ] , UMBER [ TOP RIGHT ] , REED [ BOTTOM RIGHT ]

For Clay I wanted to make him simple, going along with him not thinking that he's anything special and not fit for the prophecy. He's still brighter than his sibs though, and has the brightest colored scales before his underbelly. (Do those have a name?? )

For Sora I wanted her kinda deer-like, with softer/less bold edges than the others. She has a scar in the same place Crane's death wound was.

For Umber I just stuck pretty closely to the canon design, adding some splotches and giving him a different shape than the others.

Finally, for Reed I just made him clay but duller, and more red. He nearly looks just like clay shape-wise, but is more inward. (I have no idea how to describe this 😭)

CHARACTERS; MARSH [ TOP LEFT ] , PHEASANT [ BOTTOM LEFT ] , CRANE [ BOTTOM RIGHT ]

I had the most fun with these guys can u tell

For Marsh I made him more sharp and edgy than the others to go with his anxious personality. His colors are very similar to Clay's, but he has splotches and light colored horns. (I love Marsh, he's underappreciated)

For Pheasant I wanted to base her off of a pheasant. Her markings are similar to those of a ring-necked pheasant, with her reds being the same as Umber's. She originally had green-ish yellow on her to go with her eyes (and also because pheasants have green on them) but I couldn't get it to work. (crying spongebob image) Her shape is more 'elegant' than her sibs. I think her design is my favorite out of all of these.

For Crane I based her lightly off of a crane. (🤯🤯🤯) She shares colors with sora and umber. (Sora because obviously, Umber because I needed his reds 😁) since really all we know about her is that she was protective of her sibs (as literally all of them are) I made her fierce and determined looking. Version without her death wound below

I got more confident in not following the canon designs super closely the more designs I made and it shows 😭😭 I never realized how much variety you can make in mudwings despite them being the 'boring' ones

adding image ID/alt texts tomorrow I needed to post this before I forgor but it's almost 12 and im tired goodnight jasper fans

#wof #wings of fire #mudwing #mudwings #clay wof #clay wings of fire #wof art #wof sora #sora wof #umber wof #marsh doesn't have a tag :(#i feel like that image of an ant with a bindle rn

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inviouswriting · 1 year

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Dragon’s Don’t Share

This is a 18+ post, minors DNI.

I received a prompt that I toyed with for a few days and it came out wonderfully.

Childe hitting on Zhongli’s wife unbeknownst to Childe, and ends up with a very spicy evening.

Turned into one of my longer stories, but hey! loved writing this one!

Warnings below.

Warnings include - Fem!reader, established relationship, married, hetero-sex, oral sex giving and receiving, fingering, kissing.

Zhongli had met up with Childe for an outing, getting the fatui harbinger use to Liyue customs still. They had sat down at Wanmin’s and settled into the specials offered by Xiangling’s rare inclusions. Zhongli is on his second cup of tea when Childe begins to talk about the morning before meeting up with the former archon.

“Xiangshen, you know everyone here, but have you seen this person around?” Zhongli raises his gaze to see the slight stare from Childe, one that someone gets when recalling details.

“I do know every face that resides here, tell me more, you seem enamored.” He’s amused at the idea of a face he hasn’t seen. Amusement that slowly begins to fade when Childe begins to describe you to him. From your height, your body, Childe missing the way Zhongli’s eyes glow brief at him focusing on your breasts or ass, or the bold of him flirting with you. The outfit you are wearing today as you were shopping for clothes, a gold and brown cheongsam dress. You always dress like you belong to the geo archon, in his colors and styles he finds for you to indulge him. Brighter golds and browns to his darker versions, you complimented each other whenever you are out together.

If Childe had used his elemental sight, he would have seen the yellow mark at your neck or how much of Zhongli’s essence lingers into you to mistake you for either an adeptus or a geo vision holder.

“Mr. Zhongli, your tea is getting cold, would you like to have it warmed up?” Xiangling notes how Zhongli is distracted enough to let the cup go cold, a rare occurrence for him, he never lets a cup be wasted.

“My apologies, yes, I’d appreciate that. Childe, it seems you are brave to attempt to court someone like that. What did she say?” He is curious to know if you deflected Childe or entertained him, he knows your loyalty is absolute.

“She denied me, she laughed at me, but I think there might be a chance somewhere. Say... when were you going to introduce me to your wife? You’ve spoken a lot of her, but I’ve still yet to meet her.” Childe changes the subject after seeing the slight possessive stare behind the former archon’s eyes, like he was talking about something forbidden with the woman he was describing.

“My wife is a wonderful woman. You will meet her one day, maybe tomorrow? We should finish our meal, I do want to catch her before she gets tired, she was out shopping today for clothes.” Zhongli mentions light at the shopping, maybe Childe will connect the two together.

The meal is finished, and Childe pays for it while Zhongli is caught up in thought about you. He wants to rush back to put his own worry to rest and see you more than ever.

“you said we’d be able to meet with your wife tomorrow, right? Should we come back here? Or Third Round?” Childe raises the question, excited for the chance to meet the woman who snared the heart of an archon. The slight raised grin on Zhongli’s face as he thought about it, a perfect way to show you belong to him after what he intends to do to you tonight.

“That sounds like a splendid idea. Same time?” They shake hands on it as a verbal contract, Zhongli sees the harbinger off, then turns on his heel to head home. Where you await him.

Yours and Zhongli’s home was set across the bridge closer to leaving the harbor but a little further from prying eyes and ears with how you two can get. Zhongli sees smoke from the fireplace knowing you are already cooking something for yourself. You were aware your husband would eat out but always make extra with how much the man can actually intake. He’ll burn it off later either training or with you.

You hear the door open but don’t lift your head from the stove until you are almost finished with the mora meat sandwiches you were making.

“Welcome home dear~” Zhongli hears your voice; with that cheerful tone he loves. The one directed only to him, and starts to shed his coat, gloves, and vest. He finds you easy and before you know it, you are hugged from behind in such a strong embrace you wondered what had happened to make him hug you like this.

“Almost done?” He inquires and you know that tone in his voice, slightly playful as one of his hands squeezes your side, taking in what is his earning a sigh from you.

“About five minutes love?” You lean back into his arms, letting him feel you, letting him touch you like he needs to. The way he holds you is like he is afraid of losing you, like you’ll slip from his hands, and you want to relieve that feeling. True to your word you were done making the meal but set it aside knowing you’ll need it later. You have snacked on other things during your outing and won’t be hungry till later.

You look up into the amber eyes when Zhongli turns you to face him. You see his eyes searching yours, vibrant and intense gold eyes smolder as they stare into yours. You can see worry etched into the edges of his eyes like something did upset him, you take his left hand and bring it you your face getting him to feel it. You lean your head into his hand; nip at his thumb when it passes across your painted lips. How you awaken a fire within him, with the little bite, he presses your bottom lip down smearing the color that he put there this morning.

Zhongli takes it a little further with getting you to suck on the thumb as it presses into your mouth. You obediently do, his other hand coming up to pet through your hair, like he needs to make a mess of you, that it is his hands that touch you.

“How was your day, my love? Did you find anything that caught your eye?” Zhongli asks finally, removing his thumb to let you speak, but rubs your lips with it. He dips his head to press subtle kisses at the corner of your mouth, the gentleman shining in front of you. Arms wind behind you pulling you into him till you feel like you are protected from anything, are protected.

“My shopping was a little fruitful, I found some dresses that you’ll like.” Your husband kisses the other side of your face waiting for you to continue speaking, small pecks near your eyes that make your heart sing with love for how gentle he is being, almost betraying the intensity you saw in his eyes earlier.

“Oh? You’ll show me later. Anything else?” You finally understand the underlying of his tone. The cause for possessiveness.

“I was flirted with by that Snezhnayan guy, the one you hang out with a lot?” There you feel his grip tighten around you. You know who Childe is, have seen him around the traveler and your husband but was always too busy to talk to him directly yourself. Just he has never seen you with how much Zhongli has kept your attention and stayed with you for the years he was courting you.

“I declined him naturally, I did say I was married, but I think it went over his head. He was too busy staring.” Zhongli lifts his head to regard you, seeing the sincerity behind your eyes. Childe left out the detail of you saying you are married. You feel a hand ghost on your arm, smoothing down to grasp your hand in his, raising it up to lace your fingers together like you’ve done on many occasions.

“Did it worry you? You seem tense since you got home. You know I-” Your head is tilted upwards as you speak, and before you could finish your sentence, he claims your lips in a kiss. A hand presses at the small of your back, inching you closer to your archon till you are pressed against him again and tilted back to where you rely on him for support.

“Forgive me in advance, I need to do this.” You soon feel his hand slipping beneath the slit in the side of your dress, moving to the back where the dress leaves enough slack for him to smooth his palm along your skin feeling it for himself. Fingers pressing along your spine till they encounter the bra you wear, quickly undoing it to be uninterrupted in feeling how soft you are. His other hand busy keeping your hand held in it.

You feel your legs threaten to give out from the angle and from the kiss trails from your lips to your neck. Teeth grazing along the small spot he exploits a lot, just below your ear where he has marked this with a symbol only, he sees. Your hands go to his shirt to hold onto it as you are collected in those strong arms and carried with ease towards your bedroom.

Once through the threshold of the room is when Zhongli trips when getting you onto the bed, and him kneeling at the edge of the bed. You snicker a little at the slight clumsy behavior you only see in him when he’s eager to please you. That predatory stare from earlier returns in full, and you bite your lip as he crawls over the top of you caging your head between his arms.

“You are mine... and mine alone.” You nod your head in agreement, amber eyes taking in how helpless you are under him, he sits light on your lap not putting his whole weight on you, but you understand as he tugs open the front of your dress.

“Yes, all yours, there is no one else that would ever have my eyes.” A flash of gold tells you he likes hearing it, he brings you up to peel the dress from your shoulders exposing skin to himself. The straps of the bra tugged down with the sleeves, and you chatter your teeth just briefly from anticipation of what he has in store for you.

Zhongli cups your face in his hands tilting your head up to have the gentle of kisses pressed to your mouth. The tenderness he shows you is the respect in how much he genuinely loves you, he always does this before he looks at your body, before he even dares to touch you intimately. Seeking his permission in this kiss, and you grant it with tugging on his tie closer.

You entertain the kiss parting your lips for him to press his tongue inside, yours meets his alongside his to reach his mouth. He deepens the kiss pressing as close as he gets, his arms around you keeping you pinned to him. His hands rubbing against your back feeling you, both of you had closed your eyes into the kiss to properly feel and taste.

The kiss between you is broken both of you breathless, and his lips trail down your cheek to that one spot, leaving a few marks on your skin, ones that can’t be hidden by a collar in his moment of possessiveness to ensure that when he shows you off to Childe he knows this woman belongs to Zhongli.

Your husband gets up and scoots down to remove the rest of your dress tugging it off your legs discarding it over the edge of the bed along with the thin panty. He kneels between your legs, letting them rest at the sides of his waist, you cover your chest from feeling cold and intimidated by his stare.

Zhongli begins to undo the tie he wears and unbuttons the shirt, matching you in being barely dressed. The only thing remaining are his pants, you know how much he does not wear anything beneath them. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling yourself to grind against the bulge you feel. This earns him groaning and pushing against you to feel you underneath him. You squirm as a result of him putting his weight on you this time, you also feel teeth on your shoulder deft in the bite he delivers.

“Morax!!” Zhongli travels further down your chest to pass his tongue over a nipple, flicking it across the bud as it hardens underneath then sucks on it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, feeling a hand tweak the other nipple between his fingers, till you push against his waist trying to ride him through his pants.

You feel him push back against your waist centering you to himself, your hands reaching for his hair only to be caught by him and pinned above your head. His left hand holds your hands down, while his right continues to travel down your abdomen, fingers tracing the other sigil he has placed there. You blush furious from the smirk hs gives you as his power thrums to life resonating with the mark.

Your voice resounds off the walls and is music to his ears when he hears your moan. He lingers his hand a few seconds more than let's go of your hands in favor of grabbing your hips to pull them so your lower half is presented more to him, getting you into an embarrassing position as your feet are towards your head.

“Z-Zhongli!?” He lifts his gaze to you, a cheeky smug smirk at the corner of his lips seeing how red your face is at this position. Mischief behind those amber eyes as they lower to take in all that is his. You cover your face when you feel his fingers along your folds spreading them open to his eyes.

“You have such a lovely color here, and you are already dripping... What a waste.” You barely notice the change in his form, from the simple man that loves you to the archon. With how his arms and legs decorate themselves in black with gold veins. You can only plead with your eyes for a little mercy until you feel wet heat against your pussy, starting at your clit towards your hole. You keen out letting your voice echo through the room itself.

“M-Morax!” Molten gold eyes focus on your own, he buries his tongue into you keeping your folds apart with his fingers save for one rubbing the nub near his nose. That same possessive stare he had transfixed on you all evening is more prominent now than ever.

“My name... again... say it!” Zhongli commands it under his breath, and you bite your lip at hearing the tone out of him, deep and absolute.

“Morax! Morax!!!” Hot breath on your slit as he breathes on it before slipping his tongue back inside. You cry out more when he pushes his tongue deeper to that one spot trying to please you well. You feel two fingers slip in with his tongue to prod your gspot to get you to thrash underneath him in pure pleasure that all you could do is chant your husband's name like the former god he is.

Zhongli keeps up his fingers even when he feels your feet dig into his shoulders to push you closer to his mouth. He feels your walls tensing around them as he pumps them into you. His tongue swirling around your clit till stars behind your eyes and white-hot runs through you as you reach your first orgasm in a squirt that is quickly drank in by your husband.

You pant as you are lowered down to the bed and look up at Zhongli; his eyes hold a pained expression, and you know why. When you feel your strength return from your orgasm is when you get onto your hands and knees in front of him. Zhongli already pulling off his pants in favor of getting your mouth on his cock soon.

A sight he enjoys as you lower down in front of him, you run your hand along the length of his dick stroking him lovingly. Zhongli pets through your hair as you pump him, feeling him throb and twitch in your hand.

“You are so good to me, endure a little longer and I will make you feel really good.” You hum in response to his words and look up at him with a smile.

“You already make me feel good. You’re also cute when you’re jealous.” You don’t miss him puffing his cheeks at this rare moment. Nor do you miss the face he makes when you run your tongue along his shaft from base to tip. Zhongli guides you as you take him into your mouth relaxing your jaw as you swallow him down.

Fingers comb through your hair, Zhongli lets out his own moans with how you suck or sweep your tongue around the tip. You bring a hand to play with his balls, your tongue paying attention to that one spot just underneath the tip that produces a visible shiver through him. You look up at him giving him a sight of you pleasing him with your mouth, lowered eyes and pleading him for more.

Your archon is overtaken with the image he will keep in his mind, and soon you feel him twitch. You pull back enough for just the tip to remain in your mouth and taste salty sweet on your tongue as he cums. You don’t swallow yet and collect all of it, milking him of his seed till you are sure every drop is in your mouth.

Zhongli looks down to you and sees the blush on your face as you open your mouth to show him his seed coating your tongue. Your husband makes a noise in the back of his throat at you showing him this, and it does wonders for him feeling his claim over you. He visibly shivers and something within him snaps, you swallow his seed, even licking your lips as you keep eye contact with Zhongli’s now glowing eyes at such a display before him.

Before you know it, you are flipped onto your stomach, and your hips raised into the air. Zhongli moves over you, and you sigh brief feeling heat against your back, as he positions his cock to your soaked folds. He doesn’t need to wait with all the foreplay you both had done and slips inside with ease. You close your eyes and let out a surprised moan at the sudden penetration. The angle he has you at lets him in deep, and you feel him kiss your shoulder when he is fully inside you bottomed out.

“You have no idea... just what you do to me dear. I want to see you on your knees more, I want you screaming my name till everyone in this harbor knows who you belong to. I want to cum in every spot I can till you can’t walk, and all you taste is my seed. You are mine... and mine alone. I will see to that contract is never broken.” He almost growls in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tight as he begins to thrust into you.

You barely hear him undo the tie holding his hair back but see a curtain of brown and gold. Black and gold arms hold you down, thrusts that are made are hard and fast. You yelp when one of his thrusts gets his balls to slap against your clit. He does this again till you whine for more. Zhongli holds your hands down in front of you, while his teeth graze your neck to leave as many marks as possible in your skin.

Zhongli is wild in his movements; you feel amazing and with him angling exactly right thrusts into your g-spot again.

You can’t help but moan his name or reach for the pillows tugging one to muffle your screams only to have it grabbed from you and tossed off the bed. You keen out louder, Zhongli making his thrusts longer and deeper deliberately dragging himself inside you to hear you whimper under your breath when he focuses a series of thrusts to that one spot that makes you see stars.

Your archon pulls from you to briefly flip you onto your back and buries himself inside you again. You hear the sound of skin against skin. One of his hands under your chin to get you to look him in his eyes, he holds a feral look to his blazing gold eyes. He gets you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him as he thrusts wild till he feels you claw his back and that warmth gush against his lap again as you peak in a orgasm.

Zhongli buries himself deep, spilling his seed within you getting you to blush at feeling warmth in your belly. He has enough strength in him to make sure he lays next to you, keeping himself buried inside, keeping you clinging to him. You nuzzle into his face with yours, getting loving kisses placed on your cheek, letting him calm down while entangled with your limbs.

You feel hands cup your face and lips pepper you with kisses. The possessive nature Zhongli held in his eyes fades as he simply loves you now. Your screams of his name and letting him claim you in a way only he can.

“My love... You're not hurt at all?” He does fret about being too rough, his many bite marks on your skin, he notes the one on your neck that you won’t hide. You touch it gingerly, and smile at him.

“I like it, but please tell me what provoked you in this manner?” Zhongli merely presses his face into your hair.

“Childe flirted with you.” You knew the answer but seeing him be like this made you feel wanted and loved by him to many lengths.

“Maybe it is time I meet him, so he knows I’m married to the former geo archon?” You tease him and earn him pinning you down again with a warning in his eyes.

“Funny you say that; we will be going out tomorrow, he is treating both of us to Third Round.” Your eyes widen at the realization that Childe will be meeting you a day after you have had sex with Zhongli. Your face is flushed from how you will look with marks all over your neck, and glowing yellow if Childe uses his elemental sight.

“I love you.” You manage out and hear a happy hum out of him in agreement.

“I love you too. Now rest, I will go grab you your food.” You curl up in the blankets, feeling your legs shaking from the intense lovemaking you two did.

The next day when you meet up with Childe, the harbinger does a double take seeing you under the arm of Zhongli looking smitten by him.

“Xianshen, this is the woman I was talking about yesterday. How do you know her?” He almost looks shocked, but something clicks with the way you are dressed in colors that compliment Zhongli’s.

“Oh, you’re here already. Well... This is my wife. Let me introduce you to her.” Zhongli does smile seeing how Childe shakes your hand, a little more hesitant under the watchful eye of the archon.

“I am pleased to meet you Childe, I have heard a lot about you. Shall we sit down to dinner together now?”

#zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #Zhongli x female reader #childe tartagalia #zhongli genshin impact #morax x reader #morax smut #Morax

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dreamrk99 · 4 months

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In another life : mark lee 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ preview

“In another life me and you would be married “

Cw : crying and unprotected sex

This is genuinely are draft to a story i wrote months ago about mark I decide to post it idk if I’ll ever drop the full version

My lips gently grazed his as I looked down at him from his lap. The view was breathtaking as he looked up at me. His lips spit-slicked, and his eyes droopy and filled with love. My bare torso against his before I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my hips being held in place by his ring-clad hands. I let out a soft gasp as I felt his hands guiding my hips so beautifully. Our skin met every time I took a deep breath. "I love you." I sang. Every time my heat tightened around him, feeling his hands make their way to my face. Tears ran down my cheeks.

He kissed the tears away before whispering confessions of love in my ear. He let out the most sensual sound as he emptied himself between my thighs.

"Do you love me ?" I asked, and my faded lipstick smeared on his glossy lips. "I breathe for you," he spoke before pressing kisses to my chest longly, staining it with the faded rouge."Please." I gasped as I ran my fingers through his overgrown black hair. He could only hum as I pulled his head up from my nipples and kissed him lovingly. I kissed him like I was going to die tomorrow. There was nothing I wanted more than to stay in his arms forever, but I knew I couldn't

#lee mark #lee minhyung #mark drabbles #mark nct #nct 127 #nct #mark lee #nct drabbles #nct dream #nct mark smut #nct mark #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct smut #romance #summer romance

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igotanidea · 10 months

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(2) Cheater : dick grayson!version

third update today, damn it! I know I said I'll post it tomorrow, but it's done and I can't hold it anymore. God, I'm excited to post it! Therefore, I give you what you have been waiting for!

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Sienna is obviously girlfriend's name

part 1

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After that first time there was nothing holding them back anymore. Just a touch was enough for both of their bodies to want more of each other, oh,

So.

Much.

More.

and who were they to try and fight the desire and the need of pleasure?

That was why Y/N was currently straddling Dick’s hips, using him to get high, his hands caressing her back, scratching it lightly to ignite her fire even more. He wanted her to get addicted to him, to only think about him, to completely lose control. He craved to see the freaky side of her and nothing could stop him from getting that. Normally he wanted to be on top, dominant, but he way she looked at him with those pretty, lustful eyes, slightly swollen red lips and with a breathless whisper practically begged him to let her take control made his strong will crumble in an instant. He would give her anything she wanted as long as he could keep her in the sheets longer, closer, tighter to his body. Preferably forever. For what he cared the world might as well stop existing. She was his world now.

Judging by the way she moved her hips, grinding against him, arching her back due to all his touches and open mouth kisses, panting and moaning, he was her world as well.

“God!” he groaned, one hand squeezing her hips, guiding her movements with proficiency and changing the angle slightly, eliciting a whimper from her. “Can you imagine how much time we lost? Just because you were resisting?’ he smirked, kissing her neck “and why, baby? We could have been doing it for so long now…..”

“Shut up!” she gasped, pressing his head to her skin more and he got the hint immediately.

“You want harder, baby?”

“Yes, please, kiss me more. Touch me more. Go rough on me. Mark me. Mark my whole body. I want everyone to know I’m yours. Yours. Ah!”

“Like that, babe?” he bit on her collarbone and it hurt. It hurt so fucking good, making her hotter, wetter, needier. She melted into him, quite literally.

“Dick….” Her hand found a way to his shoulder, digging her nails there, leaving crescent-shaped marks “Come here.” she cupped his cheeks and guided his lips back to hers. “just come here.”

Yes. All her inhibitions were finally gone and he couldn’t help the shit-eating smirk in the kiss. He did it. He made her crumble and now, she was all his. Good girl was now gone for good.

The kiss was animalistic, predatory, almost like they wanted to consume each other. Hands roaming freely, everywhere at the same time, overstimulating each other, torn between the crave to cum and get the full pleasure and feel of each other and the need to make this last longer.

“I need you closer.” Dick whispered, breaking the kiss, the string of saliva connecting their lips, sweaty bodies making each slap of skin echo through the empty bedroom. The window was open but the cool night air did nothing to make them calm down. If anything it only made them go faster “closer” he groaned, pulling her hips even more onto him, his cock going deeper and harder with each thrust and movement. “Y/N…..”

“Yes!” she grabbed his shoulder blades running nails over the muscles which were flexing under her touch, throwing her head back, being so close, so close, so fucking close. She only had half the mind to move her body faster, regardless of the tearing pain in her legs. She needed this, she wanted this, there was no way she was giving up now. “Dick….. Dick, god! Don’t stop…..”

“I know baby. I’m close too.” His mouth brushed her exposed neck, thrusting harder, helping her get higher and higher, unlike his kisses that travelled lower to worship her perfect, bouncing breasts, sucking on the pebbled nipples.

“Baby! Dick! Don’t stop! Give it to me. Please! Ah! Yes! Yes! So fucking good!”

“Ladies first.” He smirked “cum for me baby. Now.”

With another cry of his name, that followed right into the night, she let go, squirting right on his cock. He fucking made her squirt and the feeling of her juices dripping on him pushed him over the edge as well. Using the last drops of self-control he managed to pull out and cum on her stomach instead of painting her insides. Such a shame all that load went to waste, but that was the only way she would allow him to love her without condom. None of them had a breeding kink.

Not yet, at least.

But who knew what might develop in the future. Dick was pretty sure that the more he made love to her, the less reluctant she would be towards going raw.

But he was patient, once he learned she was not going to run away from him again.

He had her.

“I love you.” he gasped kissing her. This time softer, slower, coming back down on earth. “I love you.”

“Dickie…..” she mumbled, letting him have that sweet moment, hands tangling in his hair, ruffling those silky strands. “Dick….”

“This just sound so right. I don’t think I can ever stop saying that.” He caressed her cheek gently closing his eyes and enjoying those three words. “I love you. “

“I love you too, boy wonder. Bird boy. My boy.”

“Yes. I’m yours. And you’re mine. Say it.’

“I’m yours Dickie.”

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” he was absolutely ready to go for round three but she laughed lightly, putting a hand on his heart and stopping him.

“Give me a little break, my vigilante. I know you have stamina, but I’m not as resilient as you. “ Y/N tried to push him away a bit, but he just grabbed her wrist, putting it to his mouth and kissing it gently, nibbling on the soft skin, before moving to brush his lips over each of her knuckles, the simplicity and tenderness of this gesture making her insides melt. His every action being the testament to the words of affection from before.

“Don’t ever push me away princess. Not again.”

“I promise. No more.” she gasped, her voice trembling due to the sensation, barely holding it in.

“Good,” Dick kissed her forehead briefly and moved away, making her whine for him “I’m just gonna grab some water and towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He put on his pants and went to grab the necessary things.

In the meantime, she reached for the blanket, wrapped herself in the soft fabric and stood up to stretch a bit. Her body felt as sore as it was alive because of him. The second she put feet on the floor, her gaze travelled towards that little thing that Dick threw there before they really started going. The one that “wasn’t important”. And the sudden realization of what it was made her tense at once.

Her picture.

Right….

Cause, technically speaking he still had girlfriend.

Oh, the bubble burst and the reality hurt when Y/N bend and picked the photo, inspecting the damaged frame and broken glass. There it was. The real way Dick felt about his girlfriend.” It’s nothing important…” was what he said. But was it really? Or maybe he was just playing with Y/N’s feelings and emotions, just trying to get what he wanted?

“Baby?” speak of the devil. He was standing in the doorframe, glass in one hand, cloth in the other. God! He looked so hot with his perfectly chiseled chest and abs on full display, mess of a hair and boyish look on his face. His voice was laced with honey until he figured out what she was holding. “No.” it only took him a second to put the things away and move towards her. Slowly, he took the picture from her hands “No, baby. Don’t.”

“But……”

“Look at me.” He put a finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes “every word I told you was true. I love you. I want to be with you.”

“I know…. But I also know that a broken hearted girl can act unpredictable and ….. dangerous…. I don’t want you to give up on me…. on us…. when she goes crazy and …..”

“Hey. She’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen. I promise.” He pulled Y/N closer, giving her all the comfort he possibly could. What he did not say out loud was that his girlfriend (or rather ex-girlfriend, even if she didn’t know that yet) actually could be a bit of a psychopath. After a while of the fake relationship with her he was actually painfully aware of that. But he was not going to let anything happen to his only true love, Y/N. He would protect her, no matter what it took. “I can’t believe you think so little of me….” He muttered.

“Dick?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Kiss me again.” Y/N whispered, suddenly becoming hungry for his touch afresh.

He didn’t need to be told twice, out of instinct unwrapping the blanket from her body and grabbing her ass, lifting her up, her legs and arms wrapping around him tightly, caressing his chest and back, almost like she was in a trance. Apparently Y/N changed her mind and found some more strength in her.

“You’re mine.” He repeated, almost like he needed another verbal reminder of that little fact.

It was just so easy to get lost in her. Until…..

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!” unknown female voice cut into Dick’s and Y/N’s moans and groans and all their sounds of pleasure, making them freeze immediately.

“Sienna?” Dick managed to say “What are you doing here?” his first reaction was shielding Y/N with his body. Ever the gentleman.

This was not good. Not good at all.

To be continued?

Tags(I swear I am not tagging ageless blog in my smuts, so either put it in bio or suffer in silence): @miraculous-panic @mvchmp @xlatinaaxx

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson x oc #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x you #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x oc #nightwing x you #dc dick grayson #dc smut #smut #dick grayson angst #nightwing angst

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Drift This Way

Summary: *SEASON 2 SPOILERS* Tech wins the pod race. You can't help but express your worries.

A/N: I was gonna wait to post this tomorrow but I was just too excited. ALSO, @space-girl-and-droids-art inspired the tattoos mentioned, with THIS art!!!! STILL OBSESSED!!!!! <3

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; None

WC: 1K

TAGLIST FORM

Gif Credit: @starqueensthings

Tech won the riot race. It was both thrilling and terrifying. After seeing what happened to Tay-0, you were horrified. If that happened to Tech… you don’t know what you would have done with yourself. It’s not like you could put Tech back together like you did with Tay-0, twice.

“You’ve never done this before.” You grab Tech before he starts to walk over to the pod. “What if you crash and die?”

“The odds of that happening are-” He starts but the announcer starts to tell everyone to make their way to their pods.

You tighten your grip on his hands. “If you die, I won’t forgive you.”

He smiles ever so slightly. “Do not worry.”

Your worrying was surprisingly for nothing. He was actually a natural. Which shouldn’t surprise you at this point.

When you get back to Cid’s ship, Omega starts to talk about how they should go to more riot races but you quickly shut that idea down. When Hunter finds out, he’s probably going to blow a fuse.

“Are you alright?” Tech asks when you sit down in the co-pilot seat.

You nod. “I’m fine. You?”

“I’m fine as well. I was referring to your earlier comments about not forgiving me if I died, though.” He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you.

“Oh. That.” You feel yourself go warm in the face with an awkward chuckle.

“That.” He nods.

You shrug. “I don’t know… I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re so good at pod racing.”

“You shouldn’t.” He teases, lightly and you roll your eyes.

You both are quiet for a bit, listening to Wrecker and Omega ask Cid more questions about pod racing. Cid starts to tell her about the legendary pod races that they had on Tatooine and Omega asks if you can go see them next.

“NO.” You and Tech say, simultaneously.

Looking at each other, you can’t help but laugh.

“You know… I have to admit, seeing you be confident in your racing was something.” You tell Tech when you get back to Ord Mantell.

“Always the tone of surprise.” He tuts.

You grin up at him as he sits at the bar in Cid’s.

“It was nice to see you confident, is all.” You shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you prefer it when I’m confident?” He asks, leaning on the bar so that he can look at you.

Is Tech flirting? With you? “I think I like any version of you.”

“Noted.” He nods, drinking his own drink.

Later that night, you pace quietly in front of Tech and Echo’s room above Cid’s multiple times before giving up and starting to walk back to your own.

“Is that you pacing outside my door?” Tech peeks his head out.

You look over at him, nervously. “Uh, yeah… sorry.”

He walks out in just his sleep pants, his bare chest showing his tattoos that he’s gotten over the years. You’re taken by surprise. You didn’t peg Tech as the tattooed type. Also, how have you never seen him shirtless before now?

Your mind goes slightly blank at the sight of him. “Um…” He steps toward you, letting his door slide shut behind him and you meet him halfway, as if you can’t help but gravitate toward him. You always do.

“I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t believe in you today. I should have been more supportive.” You lean against the wall in between your doors.

“It’s alright. I understand you were just worried.” He nods. “Even if I still don’t fully understand why.”

“Do you not?” You want desperately to reach out and trace the markings on his skin, to touch him.

He shrugs. “I have a couple of guesses.”

“Tell me.” You step closer to him.

His lips part slightly as he looks down at you with fidgeting hands, as if he wants to reach out and touch you as well.

“My first guess is that you’d be upset that you would be down a pilot if something happened to me.” He murmurs.

You chuckle. “I think Echo and Wrecker could manage piloting.”

“Have you ever flown with Wrecker?” He asks and you know he’s being serious but you can’t help but laugh.

“Guess again…” Your fingers brush against his.

“Well…” He fixes his glasses with his other hand. “My next guess, I suppose, would be… you would be emotionally compromised or have some sort of fondness for me…”

You roll your eyes, amused. “That’s one way to put it.”

“I… also have a fondness for you.” He glances down at your lips.

Your heart skips a beat at the goggled genius’ confession. A confession you were sure you’d never hear. Tech feels about you the way that you do for him.

“Really?” You ask, feeling brave enough to slide your hand up his warm chest, settling over the skull and 99 tattoos.

“Really.” He takes your hand and holds it there… over his heart.

Reaching up on your toes, you brush your lips over his lightly and timidly. Tech slides his arm around your lower back, pulling you close to him, deepening the kiss. Being confident, you realize. He sighs softly into the kiss, as if he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.

You both hear a throat clear and quickly pull away from each other to look in time to see Echo walk into his and Tech’s room. With a roll of his eyes, Tech shakes his head at the intrusion.

But when he looks back at you, it’s full of adoration and kindness. “Maybe I ought to risk my life more often, if it incites a reaction out of you like that.”

“Very funny.” You pull him back to you so you can kiss him again.

“Do you two mind?” Hunter’s voice is in the hallway next.

“Maker…” You groan.

“I’ve got an idea.” Tech smirks, walking back to his room to put on a shirt and then coming back out. “The Marauder is currently unoccupied.”

“You’re a genius.” You kiss his shoulder as he leads you down the back steps that lead to the outside.

“Of course I am, darling.” He smirks.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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02/29/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; VicoOrtiz; Gypsy Taylor; Samba Schutte; How to Help: Ranker Polls; BBC News; New Appreciation Events; Rhys' 50th Birthday; NewarkNewark Watch Party with @adoptourcrew; Watch Party Reminders; PeopleOfEarth; TheseThems; SaveOFMDCrew; Calendar;Fundraiser Goals; LeapDayBingo; FanSpotlight; Collages;Trading Cards; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

= Cast&Crew Sightings =

= Vico Ortiz =

Sorry were you planning on getting anything done today?

Vico has so much going on! "These Flowers Might Be Ours" read by Vico is available now on Amazon.co.uk!

Also too, ActNow: LA's LQBTQ+ Acting Class will be doing a scene study with Vico starting March 10th!

= Gypsy Taylor =

Our favourite costume designed Gypsy Taylor was interviewed by @screenaustralia! Check out the Podcast episode here. Src: Gypsy's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Just a little celebration of Leap Day!

== How to Help ==

Polls are still up! So that Ranker poll is still there! It's still taking responses, please feel free to stop in and push OFMD up! (You could even do it on multiple browsers!... not that I'd recommend something like that). Our friend @patchworkpiratebear was kind enough to make a helpful infographic since it is a bit of a goofy set up. Link to the Ranking

Step 5: You can actually rank the other shows and they still affect the ranking of OFMD.

== BBC News ==

So this was a cool catch by @queerly-autistic, our friend over here on tumblr and twitter. "A Pirate Comedy with a cult following". Talk about making noise!

I know I've seen several asks lately regarding whether or not the time slot change for OFMD on BBC was a good or a bad thing. @queerly-autistic had some great insight on this. Please check out their thread here. "It's a really great slot to have the show advertised in, and I was so surprised and thrilled to see them giving it that space (and specifically pushing people to watch it on iPlayer)"

== New Appreciation Events! ==

March 21: Rhys' 50th Birthday

Do you have prepared best wishes for our pirate captain?

Use the hashtag #youwear50well in your social media posts! Also, here's a neat list of time zones to ensure our birthday wishes will be the first thing Rhys sees (depending on whether he's in NZ or LA at that time!) Tweet/Insta at the times of your zone to ensure timely impact.

12 AM on March 21 in New Zealand is:

12 PM on March 20 for AEDT/Sydney

11 AM on March 20 for GMT/London

7 AM on March 20 for EST/New York

12 AM on March 21 in LA is:

6 PM on March 20 for AEDT/Sydney

7 AM on March 21 for GMT/London

3 AM on March 21 for EST/New York

Thank you so much to our lovely friend @yronnia and all the other folks working on this project! Super cool!

= More Watch Parties! =

Please join @adoptourcrew for a @NewarkNewark watch party on March 5th at 10 pm GMT/ 2pm PS / 5pm EST!

== Watch Party Reminders! ==

Coming down to the end of s2 Friends! #People Of Earth continues tomorrow and then a whole rewatch on Saturday! 10 pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST!

= Mar 1: THESE THEMS WATCH PARTY =

Join @adoptourcrew on Friday 3/1 for a watch party of #TheseThems! Times haven't been secured quite yet but mark your calendars!

Watch Party Hashtags:

#TheseThems

#These Gems

#AdoptOurCrew

== Save OFMD Crew ==

= Calendar =

Tomorrow is #ImmoderateCitrus Day! (National Sunkist Citrus Day in the US). Feel free to reach out to the @saveofmdcrewmates about citrus-related faves: food, drink, clothing, recipes, or art!

= UK Advertising Fundraiser =

The truck stretch goal was met! The final stretch goal is getting petitions up in the tube in the UK! As always friends, donating is not a requirement but if you want and can afford it, that's great too!

== Leap Day Bingo ==

Today was Leap Day Bingo! Bingo credit to the lovely @OFMDBingo42 on Twitter or @Our_Flag_Means_Bingo on IG! There are several versions, see how many you can find across our socials. 😘

== Fan Spotlight ==

Febuary 29 bring the February LOVE #OurFlagMeansDeath Collage Fest to a close! Thank you again @wndrngnomad for taking the time to make such lovely dedications to our favourite show, cast, and crew!

Wanna see them all? Check them out here!

== Cast Trading Cards ==

Appropriate timing considering all the Vico sightings we've been seeing lately! Our lovely @melvisik has done it again. I didn't realize Vico was in Harley Quinn!

== Love Notes ==

HEY YOU!

Yes, YOU!

LOOK AT YOU!

With your awesome face, and your sweet ass smile!

Who do you think you are bringing all the swagger and charisma up in here? You're gonna blow this world away with that kind of powerful aura!

You are kicking ass today! Seriously, give yourself a big hug and a fist pump and say, "HELL YEAH!" because you are rocking it!

Now get out there and do whatever you're doing-- sleeping, playing, working, strutting, etc-- and show the next 24 hrs who'se's boss!

Love you crew <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Today's Darby is brought to you by none other than @sherlockig.

Daily Taika is by @memzhay. Why are these related? Idfk know, they just felt like generally the same vibe. Rhys being a cat chasing a string, and Taika a pup playing dead. (It's opposite day cause it's Leap Day, I guess).

Don't ask me how my mind works. I gave up many many moons ago.

#daily ofmd recaps #daily ofmd recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd #omg im so behind on comments and mentions! I promise I'll catch up tomorrow! <3<3<3 #our flag means death #rhys darby #taika waititi #save ofmd #save our flag means death #hoist the ads #save ofmd crew #adopt our crew #@adoptourcrew #vico ortiz #gypsy taylor #samba schutte

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messers-moony · 6 months

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SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK | T.D

Pairing: Husband!Tim Drake-Wayne X Wife!Reader

Summary: Tim plans a surprise trip to New York City, its better than he could've ever imagined.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Apart of my new series! The Track list of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) used for imagines of Tim Drake! The master list for this series should be posted soon!

Her hands shook. The ground beneath her trembled due to turbulence. A steady weight of polyester was around her waist, keeping her in place. The plastic tray in front of her stumbled slightly. Her computer screen was trembling slightly.

Beside her, the sound of clicking was like white noise. He hadn’t stopped since they boarded the jet an hour ago. Star Labs in Central City had invented a new device that Wayne Enterprises was interested in partnering with. Tim had insisted that they fly to Star Labs the next day to discuss details.

She had rolled her eyes but woke up at eight in the morning anyway.

The computer in front of her held documents for the fundraising event in Park Row. Jason had suggested they do something small for the kids living in the area. Neither of them had protested. Y/n had begun planning different things to bring up to Jason when they landed in Gotham. It was small things like libraries, small housing units, better convenience stores, and possibly, as a more extensive improvement, a school.

Her heart was whole. She closed the laptop and let it click shut. Her hands loosened the seatbelt slightly, and leaned her head on Tim’s shoulder. He recognized the motion by turning to kiss her hair. She hummed and closed her eyes, lulled asleep by the plane's rumbling.

It didn’t feel much longer before Tim shook her awake, “Wake up, we’re here.”

“Mmmm,” She hummed.

He chuckled, “Come on, wake up.”

Y/n stretched off his shoulder and rubbed her eyes. The laptop was gone in front of her, and her bag was zipped up in front of her. The sun was setting outside the jet window. She went to grab her bag before a hand stopped her, “You won’t need that, come on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me?”

His smile could’ve stopped the earth from turning. It was close-lipped, and yet it made her heart flutter every time. Tim’s face was soft and kind. It always had been, even through his worst moments. He held himself together like an artist molding clay. He carefully carved every piece of himself together and showed only what he wanted to let others see.

She could see through it where a tiny mark of imperfection covered every smooth mark. Where someone had molded it too many times, and it became too tender. Where the colors had changed into different ones from trying to cover up past mistakes.

Tim walked out of the seat and held his hand out for her. She placed her hand in his cold, soft one and allowed him to lead her. He led her to the exit and climbed down the stairs. She followed behind. The air was dry, frigid, and cold. Thankfully, she had a hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie from when they got onto the plane. The dress and heels had been uncomfortable.

He was dressed similarly. He was wearing an old Bludhaven University sweatshirt stolen from Dick. His sweatpants were an old pair of his, the faded Gotham Academy logo on the top left of the pant leg. Jason’s hand me down converse on his feet and almost falling apart. He wouldn’t throw them away. His grey beanie from Bruce when he had gotten cold as Robin. Yet on his left hand, on his ring finger, held his most prized possession. His wedding ring with the girl he’d love until he died, and he would make sure it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“Tim, this is not Gotham.”

He rolled his eyes, “Brilliant observation, Einstein.”

“Where are we?”

“New York!” He exclaimed happily, eyes sparkling, “I thought maybe we could use the night and day tomorrow just to relax.”

“There’s so much stuff to do during December in New York!” Tim continued, “We could go see the Rockefeller Christmas tree, or we could go see the Dukes Heights Holiday lights, or visit the Bank of America Winter Village at Bryant Park-“

She placed her freezing hands on his cheeks, “It sounds lovely, Tim. Thank you.”

He was putty in her hands, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Tim brushed a piece of hair from her face. His hand lingered behind her ear, and he gently pulled her closer. His lips brushed hers before pulling her closer. Y/n hummed and kissed him back. Tim’s lips were soft and so gentle. They always had a faint taste of mint from his chapstick. He pulled away, “What’re we doing wasting our time up here? Come on, we gotta go.”

Y/n chuckled, and that’s when she realized how far up they were. The jet had landed on a helipad far up in the air. She looked at the view and saw the Empire State Building and the smaller buildings beneath them. Under her feet was an illuminating sign that read Wayne Enterprises. Tim’s hand reached for hers before pulling them down the stairs and into the elevator.

He pulled her to his chest. Her ear rested over his heartbeat. His hand rubbed her back and the other on her waist while they descended the building. It took minutes because people stopped to enter and exit through their trip to the bottom. Some made small talk with Tim, surprised to see him in the New York office. He had smiled politely and contributed to the small talk.

They reached the bottom and walked out of the elevator to the outside of the building. There was snow fluttering around them. Some landed on their beanies and the tops of their shoulders. Their hands stayed connected as they walked through the city together. Christmas lights lit up the city at almost every corner, and the ground was covered in little specks of white.

The night could only be described as magical. They roamed through the city. For once, having nothing on the agenda, just spending time with each other. No interruptions, no patrol, no training, and no people waiting to kill them. It was a smooth night. She could feel her eyes sometimes and see the flash of cameras, but it didn’t bother her this time. She felt proud.

Because, yes, she was spending the day with her husband in New York City, and nothing could stop that. Not nasty paparazzi, not fangirled crushing on her husband, not the girls that giggled at her as they passed, and definitely not the older adults that glared as they talked too loud. Her heart was content.

Tim swore he had never had so much fun in his life since chasing Robin and Batman around in the dirtiest parts of Gotham. There was nothing that made his heart feel as complete as the heavy camera in his hands watching Batman kick butt and Robins quips. But right here, right now, his heart felt even more full. His wife a steady weight beside him, her laugh boisterous and beautiful, the flecks of snow in her hair, the tip of her nose turning red. He wanted to marry her all over again.

They spent the night in absolute bliss. The lights illuminated her face, and he wished he had his camera. However, he knew this memory was too precious to keep in a photograph. He loved photography, but he knew its limits. It could capture a moment, but it could never capture the absolute love in this moment.

He saw something in the corner of his eyes. His heart sped up with the meaning of it. Purposefully, he led her that way, and she stumbled when he stopped, “Tim, why’d you stop?”

“Look up.”

Her face turned red, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” Tim wished he could bottle the feeling up and keep it for whenever he wanted, “I love you, and I want to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Timothy,” Y/n scolded playfully, “You’re a dork.”

He grinned, “Your dork.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.” She quipped before pecking his lips.

Tim watched her pull away, “Nope, not enough.”

He pulled her back tightly. His lips planted on hers, and he let himself have this moment. They weren’t one for public displays of affection, but he wanted this. He wanted it so bad. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she allowed it. His body went warm and soft. He could stay in this city forever. He’d leave Gotham forever if it meant feeling this every day. If it meant he wouldn’t have to feel the stress, the pressure, the anxiety. He’d do it in a heartbeat.

They pulled apart. Her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes sparkling. His pupils were blown large, lips slightly parted, and his nose pink. At that moment, they felt a flash of light. Tim chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully. He turned to the man with the camera, “How much will it cost to get that picture emailed?”

#tim drake x you #tim drake wayne #tim drake x reader #Tim drake #dc #dc imagines #dcu #robin x reader #batman #dc comics #dc imagine #dc universe #batfam #red robin #red robin x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #Taylor swift

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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hello!

could I maybe request a Brienne x reader version of the story you just posted with Larissa involving some dancing, Bri can be all flustered, won’t stop staring and maybe Pod makes fun of her for it, and then, some smut?

Bonfire Night

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 655

Warning: NSFW, 18+, smut

A/n: So I have two stories of Larissa with dancing, Dance Floor and Punishment. I wasn't sure which one you meant, so I did a mix of both! Hope you like it <3

You knew how shy Brienne was with her feelings, she'd never make a first move. The problem was you wouldn't either. At least not sober. Drunk was a whole different story.

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It had been a long day and Pod and you just wanted to relax a bit. Have some fun, drink something and dance around the fire. Brienne was not having it.

"You'll both feel terrible tomorrow, if you drink now." She was right, of course. You wanted to go on tomorrow, and it was understandable that Brienne didn't want to hungover people on the road with her. Still the fun was absolutely necessary.

So, while Brienne just sat on a tree trunk, you and Pod drank and drank and laughed and drank even more. Truthfully speaking, way too much. And to your surprise, with the alcohol came the courage.

Your initially chaotic dancing turned into a seductive dancing, directed to Brienne alone. You danced just for her.

"I think Brienne likes that, (Y/n)." Pod grinned. And looking at Brienne, you were quite sure he was right. She just started at your hips, moving slowly, your hands running over them. Her face was bright red, and she didn't dare to look into your eyes.

Carefully you approached her and took her hand in yours. You tried to pull her up and to your surprise she actually stood up, awkwardly standing in front of you. She didn't wear her armour anymore, just linen shirts.

"Here, put your hands on my hips." You guided them, gently putting them to the sides of your body. She looked at you, eyes widened, cheeks red. You stepped closer to her, still moving your hips. Your bodies nearly touched, and your breasts were grazing her. Hands around her neck, practically clinging to her, you looked into her eyes.

It was like flirting without words, intimate like nothing you'd ever experienced before, you started to lightly kiss her neck. Her skin under your lips, felt like heaven. Sucking on it a little, marking her, you elicited a moan from her. Her voice deep and full of pleasure sounded amazing.

You turned your back to her and leaned into her form, making her sigh in pleasure. You smirked at Pod, seeing him leave.

You still moved your hips, grinding into her, desperately searching for some contact. You took Brienne's strong hand and guided it to your front, gently shoving into your pants.

"What are you doing, my lady?" You leaned your head against her chest and smirked up at her, seeing her blush.

"I'm letting you pleasure me, love." Her cheeks warmed up even more at the pet name.

"But I have no idea-"

"That's why I'm guiding you." You put her fingertip directly onto your throbbing clit and moved it a little.

"Yeah, exactly like that. Just rub there." You took your hand out of your pants, throwing your arm behind you and around her neck. Brienne gently started to rub your clit, making you even wetter.

"Oh, please Brienne, faster." She learned fast, she did what you told her and started rubbing in circles making you moan. You clung to her, hoping your legs wouldn't give out, but suddenly you felt Brienne's other hand on your waist, supporting you. As her pace quickened it got hard for you to keep quiet, secretly you felt sorry for Pod.

"Please, Brienne- ah, just like that. I'm gonna come." With that and her name on your lips you came undone. Moaning and collapsing into her arms. You slowly turned around and kissed her gently. You felt her hands wander down, under your thighs. You screamed a little in surprise as she lifted you, but you willingly wrapped your legs around her torso.

"More, Brienne. Please, I want more of you." You didn't have to say that twice, with that she carried you into her tent. Continuing your own kind of dance in there.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth #got #game of thrones

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