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𝒊𝒊. 𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — ceo!bucky barnes × baker!fem!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — meeting him might be the best to ever happen to you. He showed you things you've never thought you'd try, he learned you to stand up for yourself and be confident. For Bucky Barnes you were an angel, a savior and maybe the one he's been searching for all his life.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — light smut, fingering, heavy making out (at least I hope I wrote it good), Bucky Barnes
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, follow and/or comment | next chapter is gonna be filthier and it will only get more filthy as the story continues
The date with Bucky was sat and you had no idea what he had planned. After you asked each other out he gave you his number, he asked you when you got off work and after that you constantly texted.
He asked you about your cats which developed into you sending him pictures every day, but Bucky never complained, no he absolutely adored them. Bucky also texted you details regarding the date, 6pm, casual, I’ll pick you up sugar.
Now you stood in front of your closet with no idea what to wear, you looked at James and Django who sat on your bed.
“What should I wear? Like, what’s casual to him? He’s like this god-looking man who wears suits and probably lives in deluxe apartments,” you sighed while sliding down against the front of your bed.
James stood up and walked towards you, he butted his head against yours before sitting himself down, his paws hanging off the bed. Django followed him and sat on the other side of your head, “now what do you two think huh?” you asked them while leaning your head back.
Django seemed to understand you and jumped off the bed to your closet. He walked inside and sat beneath a black suit jacket, James followed him but instead went to one of the drawers which had all your pants inside. You catched on, on what they were doing and got the suit jacket from the clothes rail along with the matching dress pants.
“What would you guys say to a blood red turtleneck?” you looked at them and they blinked at you, nodding with a smile you took that as a yes. Taking off your previous clothes your gaze found the mirror and you looked down at yourself.
“Should I wear a matching set?” At the moment you had normal panties on, not the sexy kind and no bra. Your cats - if they could - looked helpless, you pressed your lips together in response.
“I’m just gonna put one on, however we wouldn’t not on the first date, right? But god this man…,” you gave a heavy sigh, “I don’t know what it is, but with him everything feels right you know?” For the first time in forever you weren’t unsure of this date, nervous? Yes. Scared or uncomfortable? No. You’ve never been surer of a date.
Following the feeling you decided on a matching set and that was when you noticed you only had one matching pair. Confused, you searched for more but there was not one pair.
“I thought I had more…,” you said to yourself, well in the end it was no surprise. These sets were expensive enough and you weren’t made of money. “This one it is then,” you decided and put on the magenta-coloured underwear.
One glance at the clock above your bedroom door had you jumping up, it was already five thirty meaning you only had thirty minutes left to get ready. It also meant you had no time to sit in front of the hairdryer, however that didn’t mean you wouldn’t turn him on. Gathering your clothes, you run into the bathroom where you started brushing your teeth again, brushing your hair.
You clipped a few of the front pieces back and lightly curled your hair at the bottom. Meanwhile James and Django had entered the bathroom, James made himself comfortable in the bathtub while Django took place on the window stock.
Turning your phone on your eyes widened, fifteen minutes passed, and you were still in your underwear. “Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed. Quickly you slipped on the dress pants and turtleneck. For the perfume you decided on one with top notes of sugared petals, mandarin, and warm berries. It had a rich touch to it even though it wasn’t expensive.
With silver earrings and matching necklace, you rounded the look up before slipping the suit jacket over your arms. You one last look in the mirror and you were ready to go.
Turning the hairdryer off the three of you walked to the living room, patiently waiting. Okay maybe not patiently.
A knock on the door caused you to jump from the couch and run towards it, above your door frame was another clock which showed that it was six o’clock, sharp. You took a deep breath and opened the door revealing Bucky.
He had a charming smile on his lips and wore a black suit - like you - and a white dress shirt, in his right hand a bouquet of red roses. “Hello sugar, you look gorgeous,” he complimented you before kissing your cheek. Shakily you took the flowers and grinned shyly, “hey,” you squeaked and mentally slapped yourself.
The roses would get a special place on your kitchen counter, “come in!” you called out to Bucky. Carefully the brunette followed you inside, he closed the door behind him and was immediately greeted with two Maine Coons.
“You must be Django,” he said to the darker coloured cat who rubbed his head against Bucky’s hand. You told Bucky that Django was more outgoing than James and friendlier around new people. “And you're probably James huh? You know, your mom doesn’t know that yet…but we’ve got the same name buddy,” the last part Bucky whispered to the brighter coloured cat.
James sat a few feet away from him and watched him closely, Django seemed to like him, but James looked still unsure.
Bucky however was amazed, your cats were beautiful. His cat loving heart was about to explode when Django rubbed his head against Bucky. James slowly approached a kneeling Bucky, he rounded him before sitting in front of him.
He lifted his paw and Bucky smiled, taking the paw, “hello James, nice to meet you,” he said. Only seconds after the paw was pulled back and you entered the room again.
“I see you're making friends,” your smile was huge. You saw Bucky interact with your cats from the kitchen and your heart melted at the sight. Bucky got back on his feet to take a better look at you.
The suit you wore fitted you perfectly and the red top made your eyes shine, “have I told you, you look beautiful already?” he asked with a sly smirk, standing in front of you.
“No, I don’t think so…,” you played along. All the nervousness had left your body and you felt more confident talking to him. Bucky pulled you close by your waist, “you’re beautiful,” he whispered against your lips.
Your eyes closed, ready for him to lock his lips with yours instead you felt his body move away from you and a gentle hand laced around your chin.
“When I kiss you sugar, it will be more special than this,” he promised and moved his hand to yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. You said goodbye to James and Django with little kisses and a hug.
Bucky lead you out to his car, opening the door for you. Still, he hadn’t told you were the two of you would go.
The whole ride Bucky’s right hand was placed on your thigh, from time to time your eyes roamed over his dominate form. Then your gaze catched his left hand that was covered with a glove.
A part of you wanted to ask him about it but something told you he would open up about to you when he felt comfortable.
The car stopped in front of an expensive looking restaurant, “you said casual! This doesn’t look like a restaurant you would wear casual clothes in,” with wide eyes you looked back at Bucky who chuckled, “it is, don’t worry sugar,” he squeezed your hand.
The both of you stepped inside and were greeted by a dark haired waitress, she looked at you first with a genuine smile then at Bucky with a polite one, “this way,” she gestured you to follow her.
She lead you to a more private booth in the back, the velvet fabric looking just as expensive as the rest of the restaurant.
“A waiter will come any second,” she promised, Bucky let go of your hand to let you get in the booth first. However, before the waitress left, she gave you a thumbs up and mouthed ‘go girl,’ then left.
Indeed only seconds later a waiter came by to give you the menu, Bucky ordered an wine that already sounded expensive before he even read the menu.
You took the menu a little unsure, “it’s okay,” Bucky assured you and took a menu himself. Everything sounded delicious, in the end you decided on a pasta bowl with a glass of water to go with the wine.
“What are you gonna have?” you asked Bucky, “the steak, you?”
The normal and boring small talk started which had Bucky on his knees, he wanted more but had no idea what to talk about. It was the moment he saw you his brain was empty and he wanted to kiss you, feel you but for the first date it might have been to much.
“Sugar? I really like you, but I need to kiss you now. Fuck the special moment, every moment I share with you is special,” his hands cupped your warm cheeks, finally cracking in.
You would be stupid not to give in, without hesitating you closed the gap between you. It amazed you how easy it was to give into him, how confident you were with kissing him. His lips felt soft, like pillows and they he held you.
Bucky felt like he was in heaven, your lips were gentle and welcoming. Even he wondered why he couldn’t control himself around you, normally he was calm and collected but the moment he met you it was over.
His tongue licked along your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. You didn’t fight against his dominance, easily submitting to him. Your hands clasped around his neck to pull him closer to you. You wanted to feel him as close to your body as possible and never wanting to let go. The feeling of him kissing you had endorphins flow through your veins.
The gloved hand kept you on his lips while his right hand trailed down to your dress pants. He unbuttoned it and slipped his hand inside, “wait,” you said catching your breath. Bucky instantly stopped, “everything okay?” he asked concerned, “yeah, but should we do this? On the first date?”
“Well, I’d say we already had a few dates in the bakery,” he countered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Good enough,” you muttered and locked your lips with his again.What was wrong with you? Never did you have such an immense lust for a man like you did for Bucky.
The CEO’s hand slipped beneath your pink thong, his cool finger pads against your bundle of nerves caused you to lightly moan into his mouth which only spurred Bucky on. He dipped his middle finger into your wetness.
“Did I get you this wet sugar? Tell me was it me?” he asked breaking the kiss, his nose nudged against your cheek. His warm breath leaving shivers down your spine.
He had no idea if you would like this, he had no idea how far you ever went with a man before.
“I want words, good girls listen,” he voice went down an octave as the words left his mouth. “Yes, yes,” you whined and bucked your hips up. This was every wet dream you ever had and nothing in comparison to the vanilla sex the other men gave you.
Bucky entered your tight walls with one finger, moving it in and out before he added a second one. Your walls felt tight around his two digits, he wondered you would feel around his cock.
“So tight, fuck, sugar. I will have so much fun with you, if you’re already this tight around my fingers…imagine how good my cock will stretch you…split you in two,” he curled his fingers against your spongy sides, hitting your sweet spot.
“Bucky, Bucky, please,” you felt so close to your orgasm, closer than you had ever before with a man. You tried to keep your moans quiet as you were aware in which place you found yourself.
Your date however seemed to have no mercy – not that you would complain – he speed up his movements, curled his fingers just right.It felt like ecstasy rushed through your blood, Bucky leaned his head down on your shoulder leaving light kisses.
Meanwhile you rocked your hips with Bucky’s rhythm to create more friction and to finally cum.Bucky knew how close you were and sat his chin on your shoulder right next to your ear, “you want to be a good girl huh? Then be a good girl and cum, sugar,” he whispered and the knot in your stomach exploded.
“Oh, god, Bucky, fuck, daddy,” you moaned and fell into Bucky’s chest, a few heads turned to you but none could see what had happened.
“Mhm, daddy…I like that,” he teased and sat you down in his lap. Full of embarrassment you hid your face in your hands, “I’m so sorry, I’ve never, I don’t do this often,” you tried to explain.
He cocked a brow, “what, have your date finger you on the first date?” he teased which earned him a smack on the chest. The thing you just did seemed to make him bolder, you thought.“
Have kinda sex in public, yeah I don’t do it on the first date either. "Actually I haven’t really done it before…it was always the same in and out,” you head hang low as you came clean to him. It wasn’t as surprising as one might think, at least not to Bucky.
Something told him you were made for him and with what you had just told him, he knew he could show you that there was more to explore.“If you’re comfortable with it…how about you make me a list of things to try and then I will come by on Monday to go over the list with you, that okay sugar?”
You were unsure what to say. It sounded interesting and you felt more than comfortable with Bucky, you also wanted to try new things. However, one thing was bugging you…
“But this wouldn’t be just sexual right? I don’t want that, I want all of you, Bucky,” the confession made Bucky smile and press a kiss to your lips. He was content enough to not let you go and even if you wanted the most boring sex in the world, he would stay by your side. Nothing would make him leave you.
“Oh, sugar. I’m gonna marry you.”
𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑾 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @antisocialwritingx @waddlenut @buckymcu12
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you’re not interested in the taglist as it has conditions
#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes fanfiction#show me how series ❤️🔥#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes series#ceo!bucky barnes#ceo!bucky barnes x reader#ceo!bucky
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F the big 3 CL16!
Driver’s Soft Launch Series
Charles Leclerc x Redbull Driver! Verstappen!Reader
Author’s notes: hihi!! back from my year long slump😭 all pics are from Pinterest. It’s a long one so hope you enjoy!! it gets vv messy😈.
Warnings: cursing, sexual themes.
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Y/nverstappen with love xoxo
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maxverstappen1: Where is your shirt in the first pic🤨🤨
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Ferraricharles4: SHE REALLY CAME SHIRTLESS IN THE FIRST PIC
Landonorris: bro is posing before a GP😭
↳ Y/nverstappen: bro hasn’t given anyone vip paddock passes since he got broken up with😭
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redbullY/nfan: SHE GAGGED HIM
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Y/nverstappen date before race ❤️🔥
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Redbullluv: DATE NIGHT W WHOM?!???
McLarengirl11: UM HELLO WHO IS THAT MAN?
Lilymhe: STUNNING☺️☺️
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danielriccardo: the people want to know who you’re soft launching
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↳ Y/nverstappen: 🤫🤫
Y/nloveerr: SHES TEASING US OH MY GOF
gerihalliwellhorner: very beautiful Y/n💕
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Y/nverstappen fuck the big 3, it's just big ME.
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↳ Y/nverstappen: thank you maxie🙏 i love you.
y/nf1fan: THE CAPTION??? WHY DID SHE GAG OCON SO HARD
Redbullgirly3: THE VERSTAPPEN SIBLINGS HAVING BEEF WITH OCON IS SO FUNNY TO ME
lewishamilton: congratulations Y/n!! very proud of you.
↳ Y/nverstappen: THANK YOU LEW🥹 you're so sweet
charles_leclerc: P1 BABYY
↳ Y/nvestappen: my haters got me to where I am☺️
redbullracing: simply simply lovey!! amazing results y/n🙌 keep up the wonderful work. (nice caption)
landonorris: that caption is so messy, i love it
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↳ Y/nvestappen: “I don’t really have a lot to comment on that, except that he was being a pussy”
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Lilymhe: PERFECT WAY TO END A GP FOR SOMEONE AS PERFECT AS YOU ❤️🔥❤️🔥
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georgerussell: CONGRATS!! AMAZING RACE FROM YOU!!
josief1: THE WAY SHE QUOTED MAX WHEN HE DISSED OCON IN AN INTERVIEW 🤣 MOTHER IS MOTHERING FR
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Y/nverstappen: I literally love you alex baby🥹🥹
landonorris replied to your story: this is so booktok of charles
Y/nverstappen: LMAOO SO TRUEE
charles_leclerc replied to your story: you deserve everything and more. I'm so very proud mon amour ❤️.
Y/nverstappen: cha baby I’m actually so in love with you❤️❤️
A/n: Guys i literally had so much fun writing this!! I def want to make a pt2 because there wasn't really any soft launching/ flirting happening. I lowk wanted to show you guys a little bit of her personality, but I also wanted to ease into the romance yk. sorry for the yap sesh but I hope you enjoyed!!
#instagram au#f1 one shot#cl16 x reader#formula 1 x you#formula 1 fanfic#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc smau#charles leclerc x reader#f1 imagine#f1 instagram au#f1 imagines#f1 smau#f1 fanfic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x you#smau#social media au#f1 x female reader#asian fem reader#lando norris#f1 social media au#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 fic#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#max verstappen
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Get to Know Me!
This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!
❤️ how tall are you?
🧡 what is your sexuality?
💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?
💚 where are you from?
🩵 do you have any pets?
💙 do you have any siblings?
💜 describe yourself in five words or less!
🩷 dream job?
🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog
🎂 when is your birthday?
🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)
💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings
🚗 can you drive?
✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled
🎤 have you been to a concert
🎵 favorite artists
🎧 last song you listened too
📺 last show you watched
📝 last thing you wrote
🔐 something no one would guess about you
🧟♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you
🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you
🍓 favorite food
🍅 least favorite food
🍊 favorite season?
🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write
🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be
🫐 some place you’d love to visit
🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you
🍒 what is your earliest memory
🍌 what is one talent you wish you had
💌 why did you start this blog?
✏️ when did you start writing fanfic
🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer
📚 how do you come up with the fics you write
📌 what is the fic you’re know for
🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most
🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for
💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write
❤️🔥 what character do you simp for most often
🧚♀️ favorite characters of all time
🪐 favorite shows / series of all time
🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone
🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from
🌹 favorite kinks to write for
🥀 kinks you would never write for
🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged
❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons
☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer
A couple of in depth questions!
🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?
⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?
🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?
🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important
🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?
#also you can fully ask me lol#get to know the person behind the blog#get to know me#idk what the fuck to tag this#emoji game#ask game#send me asks#idk man#get to know the author#smut writer
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Being Jubes number 1 supporter at his games, he’s all in love cause he’s so boyfriend. Maybe Erling or Gio being haters in the comments (as a joke ofc)
- pookie 🫡
bitch you know I had to do this one rn // all pictures are from pinterest and/or instagram.
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judebellingham: Hola Madridistas!🤍
It is the proudest day of my life to join the greatest club in the history of the game. I will give absolutely everything I have to help this team win. Thank you for the amazing welcome. HALA MADRID!!!🤍🤍🤍
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youruser: so proud of you baby!! 🥹♥️
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user5: omg his mom is standing on business 😭
↪️user7: it's always like that!! his mom: 🙂 - his dad: 😁
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jackgrealish: Congratulations brother 👏👏❤️❤️
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judebellingham: Thank you to everyone who came down to Store Twenty Two. Adidas x Brum!!!❤️🔥
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youruser: proud is an understatement 😩🫶🏽
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youruser: the last month has been such a whirlwind and I don’t even have the words to express what I’m feeling. Jude’s said it all in his post but those of you that have been his fan since his beginning at dortmund, know that I’ve been around since then too and been his bigger supporter (aside from his family of course) - to everyone at dortmund, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving him and helping him reach his potential, you’ll always hold a special place in our hearts. 💛🖤
madrid has welcomed us with open arms and we couldn’t be more grateful. looking forward to spending the next few years here, we love you already! 🤍
and to my jude, you are the best of the best. I love you and I’m so proud of you - as I seem to lack the words to truly express how in awe of you I truly am. I can’t wait to see you show everyone what you’re made of. ♥️
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youruser: his mama took the last pic lool - we were exhausted from traveling and unpacking and just conked out on the closest surface 😭
judebellingham: I love you! there’s no one else I’d want by my side ♥️♥️
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↪️user5: JOBEEE WHAT ARE YOU DOINF HERE BYE LFKSJBFOIEBF
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↪️youruser: fedexing you some tissues jack <3
user7: the fact that so many of the england boys and the dortmund players are in her comments supporting Jude and her 🥹
erlinghaaland: why didn’t I get a post like this when I left for city ? 🙄
↪️youruser: cause you went to city 🤮 KIDDINGGGGG - its cause you bullied me before you left🙄
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a series of y/n instagram's stories.
#anj's 8k series#jude bellingham#jude bellingham x reader#football x reader#football x you#football x y/n#football instagram au#football social media au#football smau
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Happy birthday, Javi | Javier Peña x F!reader❤️🔥
‘Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña'
Chapter 8
MASTERLIST
Summary: It’s Javi’s birthday and you want to gift him something he has been wishing for a while: you.
SERIES MASTERLIST
Previous chapter
Pairing: Javier Peña x Female reader
Word count: +4k
Warnings: Established relationship. SMUT. Soft porn with a lot of plot😅 – Loss of virginity. P in V sex. Protected sex. Soft sex. Nipple play, oral sex (fem received), fingering. A brief mention of breeding kink. Praise kink.
A/N: It’s me, hi! I’m gonna be honest, I am so nervous for this! This is my first English work ever! And I’m not an English native speaker, but I am a student translator so I hope there’s no so much problem🥲 I’m sorry if you find some errors, please let me know if there’s any and I’ll fix it asap!
A/N 2: IMPORTANT BEFORE READE! As you know, this was the first work I published and, to be honest, at the time I didn't plan to turn it into a whole series. However, upon seeing the good response to this first writing, I was inspired to create an entire universe between our Reader and Javi. Therefore, this part now contains INCONSISTENCIES and INACCURACIES regarding the current timeline of the story. I decided not to modify it so as not to affect those who have already read it, but I hope that if you are readers of the original series, you can adapt it and understand the space-time in which our couple finds themselves.
I hope you like it!❤️✨
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Javier Peña wasn't a selfish man, especially when it came to matters of sex. He believed that women had the same rights as men to explore themselves and have numerous experiences with their sexuality. There's nothing quite like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it.
But there was something about the fact that the only woman he had truly fallen in love with, his girlfriend, was still a virgin. It turned him on immensely. The mere thought of your innocence and the opportunity he had to make you feel truly good for the first time made him feel incredibly lucky. And also it made his cock throb.
The thought of you every night, and the things he could teach you in his bed, consumed him. His only desired was to lead you astray, turning you into a temptress. However, he never rushed you into anything you didn't want.
Of course, he felt disappointed the first time you both came so close to consummating your love on his couch, after a session of tender kisses here and there. He was already aroused, and he sensed that you were ready too. However, when you expressed uncertainty, he immediately stopped. He held you and reassured you that it was okay. He genuinely meant it, even though he had to take a cold shower by himself to cool off.
You had been with him for almost five months now, which really made you reflect on how quickly time flies. What's more, it was hard for you to believe that Javier had gone all those weeks without sex. He had a reputation, and you were well aware of it. He used to go from woman to woman; some of them you even knew from work, and others were his informants from the streets of Bogotá.
Initially, you were intimidated by his reputation as a heartthrob, a man afraid of commitment, as you had heard from office gossip. You didn't want to be just another one-night stand for him. You were the boyfriend-girlfriend kind of person. The dates, flowers and late night dancing kind of woman, someone who valued commitment, loyalty, and meaningful relationships. Plus, he was older than you, and you thought the age gap could be a problem when it came to establishing priorities in life. He was in his late 30s, and yet he didn't show any signs of wanting to settle down. It's not like you were desperate to get married; you were barely 26. But you needed to know if what you had could potentially lead to something more meaningful someday. You had a big crush on him and you wanted to make it last.
That's why you made him chase you for three months, wanting to see if he was trustworthy and if you were truly worth it to him. And then, after you said yes, he spent another fifteen weeks waiting for you, because he had fallen deeply in love with you. Your smile or even just a glance from you made his heart race every time. He felt like he didn't deserve the world because of all the sins he had committed, yet there was a piece of heaven in the shape of you right in front of him.
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It was the middle of June, to be more specific, Javi's birthday. You had spent the entire week asking him about any plans he might have for his special day, but he had insisted that he didn't want anything specific, just to spend the day with you. But you wanted him to have a great day to show him how much he was loved and important for you. And one of the things you planned was something he had been waiting patiently for quite a long time: you.
You were ready for him now. You had been dreaming about him all over you, his hands on your body, and the things he would let you do to him, and vice versa.
You two didn't live together yet, but you used to spend most days and some nights at his apartment, just like that morning when you woke up earlier than usual. He was still sleeping by your side, his bare chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. He looked younger in that moment, with his messy hair, his face at rest, and his always furrowed brow now relaxed. He looked so innocent.
You didn't know it, but before you, he barely slept. He used to have sex with women but always slept alone, or at least, tried to. He spent endless cold nights tossing and turning in his bed, attempting to forget all the blood and violence he had witnessed during the day. But then there he was sleeping like a child, knowing you were right there and you would never left.
You got out of bed as quietly as possible to avoid waking him up. You retrieved the small shopping bag you had hidden in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom. You had bought lingerie—a beautiful red lace babydoll that resembled a princess gown but with much less fabric, of course. The color matched your freshly painted nails, and your hair appeared even brighter with that color palette. You completed your look by applying a touch of color to your cheeks, lip gloss, and his favorite perfume of yours.
As you gazed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your cheeks flushed at the sight of yourself in that lingerie. You looked beautiful, and you had never felt more sexy. You returned to the bed where he was still in the arms of Morpheus. You lay down next to him, admiring his handsome features, and then placed a gentle peck on his cheek, hoping it would wake him up. But it didn't. So, you decided to gently turn his face toward you, using a finger on his chin to guide his lips to yours. It worked like a charm. He responded to your soft touch, kissing you back passionately. He purred with satisfaction and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. Then, his groggy eyes widened as they roamed over your delicate figure. Confusion flickered across his face for just a fraction of a second before he realized. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard at the sight.
"You like it?" Your voice was a whisper, and in that very moment, he was the only one in the world who could hear your words. "Feliz cumpleaños."
He looked up at you, grinning with eyes full of desire, and appeared so alluring, almost like the devil himself. He hadn't said a word yet, and you were apprehensive about what his voice would do to you when he used it. With just the way he looked at you, he had you wrapped around his finger. You began to feel aroused, and now you knew that there was no force in the world that could stop you from doing what you were intended to do. Your lips met his once more, and your hands found their way to his broad chest, feeling his smooth, tanned skin melting beneath your fingertips.
He broke the kiss again, this time to take your hand and guide you out of the bed. He sat down at the corner of the mattress, placing you standing between his legs. You couldn't help but notice the bulge forming in his sleeping pants, causing you to blush.
"C'mere, baby, I need to see you," he whispered. His hands roamed all over your body, exploring every ribbon and every spaghetti strap, caressing the parts where the lace were too transparent. "You look gorgeous," he praised and you felt the heat travel from your cheeks to your core.
You felt a little ashamed tho, not used to being so exposed to anyone before. On the other hand, Javi was mesmerized by how you looked, every one of your curves, and how the babydoll suited you so well. He couldn't believe that it was happening; he was over the moon. But he needed you to know something.
"Are you sure, amor?" he asked, finding your eyes. He did his best to be serious, not wanting to appear too eager and pressure you. "There's no rush. It doesn't have to happen just because it's my birthday," he continued, but you silenced him with another kiss, feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax even more.
"I am ready, Javi," you promised. "I've been thinking about this for like two weeks," you confessed, and he chuckled.
"You have?" he asked, and you nodded. He left a gentle kiss on your lips and seated you on his knee. "Look at me, baby," he said. "You tell me if you want to stop, anytime, okay?" You nodded. "As I told you, there's no rush. We'll just have fun as long as you feel comfortable. We're taking things slow."
You knew it! You knew he was the one. His words meant everything to you. You couldn't feel more comfortable and protected with him. Sex was one of the most vulnerable and exposed scenarios for a person, yet you felt like you could do it with your eyes closed, not worrying about anything else in the world as long as it was Javi touching and caressing you.
"I'm gonna take good care of you, mi amor. Do you trust me?"
"With my entire life, Javi," you answered.
He smiled again, proudly, and took you by the waist. Without wasting any time, he placed you in the center of his bed. You opened your legs, inviting him to take his place between them. He admired you from the top, your body so sexy in that garment, your flushed cheeks, and your shining eyes. That image used to be in his dreams, but now there you were, right in front of him, on the verge of being completely his. And only God knows how much he wanted to be entirely yours.
Javi bent over you, his hands caressing every inch of your body, worshipping you. His lips left wet kisses on the delicate skin of your neck, jawline, and collarbone. Your hands roamed his arms, where his prominent muscles bulged from supporting his weight to avoid crushing you.
And then you felt his hardened cock against your core, making everything feel more real. You moaned in the middle of a kiss, overcome by the sensation and anticipation of what was about to happen. Javi began to press his bulge against the delicate fabric of your panties, leaving a wet spot on his pants.
His hand reached for one of your breasts, gently caressing your hardened nipple, causing a moan to escape into his mouth. The touch sent electric shocks through your core, making you grow increasingly wet.
"Javi, Javi..." you cried out, moving your pelvis to meet him halfway, trying to alleviate the building urgency stemming from your clit.
"You're so needy," he whispered into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine and painting your skin with goosebumps. "Tell me what you want, preciosa, I want to hear you."
"Touch me, please," you begged as he moved against you. "Please, I need you."
"Fuck," he growled. His hands went to your back, undoing your bra, and he paid careful attention to the way your breasts were revealed for him.
His lips began on yours but then trailed down your jaw, finding their way to your neck. Wet kisses on your chest made you sigh, and then you lost all coherent thought the moment he captured one of your nipples with his mouth. Your back arched, and your fingers tightly gripped his arm. He moved to the other nipple, teasing with his tongue and teeth. Your whimpers filled the room, his name escaping your lips like a prayer, as you surrendered all control over your own body. You didn't want him to stop; you wanted more, so much more.
As if he were a mind-reader, his hand slipped into your panties. His thick fingers parted your wet folds, caressing you up and down, collecting your honey as they found your clit. A gasp escaped your lips due to the sudden and new sensation, feeling your arousal dripping from your sensitive pussy. You couldn't help but moan louder, your toes curling between the covers at the foot of the bed.
"You're so wet already, baby. That's so fuckin' good" He traced soft circles, bringing you relief. He teased your entrance with his fingers, but he didn't penetrate deeply. His thumb continued to stimulate your throbbing clit, while his middle finger attempted to enter you. You could feel the pressure between your folds, and due to your inexperience, it left you feeling overwhelmed.
Now it was your turn to slip your hand inside his pants, something Javi hadn't seen coming. He had been so concentrated on your pleasure that he didn't notice until you wrapped your trembling hand around his hard, warm cock. His skin felt like velvet under your touch. You began moving up and down, a little clumsy and uncertain if you were doing it correctly, but your desire was for him to feel as good as he was making you feel. In response, Javi let out a deep moan, his hips instinctively moving to find your touch, and he started whispering your name like a prayer.
"Yeah, baby, you're such a good girl," he praised, making you moan and became wetter. A few seconds passed, until he moved, ceasing his touch and forcing yourself to let him go. "I need to taste you," he said, slowly tracing a path with his kisses down your body, starting with the exposed skin of your breasts, then moving to your stomach and bellybutton, until he reached your panties. You watched as he positioned his head between your thighs, leaving gentle kisses on each side and slowly making his way toward your core.
"I think you don't need these anymore, sweetheart," he whispered as his fingers gripped the tiny straps on each side of your panties, slowly removing them. A gentle breeze caressed your wetness, and you let out a shivery sigh. He created a trail of soft kisses that led to your center until he finally began kissing your core. The sensation was unexpectedly delicious. You let out a cry and felt the impulse to close your legs, but he prevented it by grabbing you and making you stay still. You lost yourself in a whirlwind of sensations, where only you and Javi existed.
You were a virgin, but you weren't a saint. Of course, you had pleasured yourself before, often thinking of Javier Peña, but the way he was making you feel with his mouth was something else entirely. He was real, devouring you with the hunger of a starved man. His hands caressed your hips, your belly, and reached for your breasts. You couldn't help but whimper and praise him.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with lust. Unconsciously, Javi began to thrust his hips against the mattress, feeling the moist spot of precum staining his pants and boxers. His balls had become heavier, desperate for attention after several weeks without a woman's touch. Of course, he had taken care of himself, jerking himself off in the shower or during the nights he spent alone in his apartment. He always thought of you, reminiscing about your kisses, the warmth of your body against his, and even the way your pencil skirt hugged your heart-shaped butt around the Colombian Embassy.
"Javi... I... I want to come," you whimpered, feeling a knot growing steadily in your belly, signaling your impending climax. Meanwhile, Javi tasted your sweet honey pouring on his tongue. He intensified his attentions, fastening his sucks on your swollen clit, alternately licking your vulva and your entrance. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, seeking something to hold onto as you approached your powerful orgasm.
You shattered into a million little pieces, melting all over his mouth, your essence dripping from his chin. He admired your body as it trembled and unraveled in front of him.
"There you go, baby, let it go," he encouraged.
You lost track of time, caring about nothing else; the entire world had disappeared beneath you, and you couldn't care less. As you descended from your peak of pleasure, Javi traced a trail of tender kisses from the curve of your hips to your belly and up to your neck. Until you felt his lips on your mouth again, and you moaned when you tasted yourself on him. You wanted so much more of him, to spend your entire life tangled with him in his bed.
Javier felt your heart beating rapidly against his chest, and for a moment, he thought that you might be tired and overwhelmed. But you proved him wrong by starting to pull his pants down, freeing his dick. You felt his weighty member against your belly, so you looked down. It was the first time you saw it. You found yourself even more aroused, if that was possible, and at the same time, you felt a touch of shyness. By this point, you had allowed him to kiss your entire naked body, bringing you to climax with his skillful mouth, and yet, your cheeks burned at the sight of his cock above you. He couldn't help but notice the pearl-white drops of his pre-cum that painted your lower belly.
"Baby, if you're tired, we can save it for another time," he managed told you, even though he didn't stop you from helping him remove his pants and boxers.
"I want you inside of me, Javi," you begged, your voice carrying more desperation than you had realized. "I want to make you feel as good as you've made me feel."
"You're such a naughty girl, who would've known?" he chuckled.
"Only for you, Javi," you assured him.
His eyes darkened further, drawing nearer to your lips again. "I can't believe no one has ever touched you before," he said, "You're every man's dream."
"Many had tried," you confessed. He felt a wave of jealousy, because he knew it was true and he couldn't bear the thought of another man touching you, kissing you... It made him feel selfish, but he couldn't help it. "But no one but you was worthy. I waited for the right moment; I always knew it would be the right man. And I knew it was you the very first moment I saw you."
"I swear I'll spend the rest of my life being worthy of you," he said, dead serious, and you could tell from the look in his eyes.
After placing a peck on his lips, you said, "You can start by fucking me," with a shy smile on your face. You were attempting some dirty talk, but he could tell from the way you whispered and tried to hold back a laugh that it made you feel a bit awkward. He also promised himself that he would help you get used to it, taking charge of teaching you.
"Your wish is my command, bonita" he answered. Javi reached for the first drawer of his nightstand and, without searching too much, took out a condom.
He knelt between your legs, and you watched him put it on. He was bigger and thicker than you had imagined. For the first time that night, you felt a wave of nervousness coursing through your body, anticipating the pain you had always heard about the first time.
Would it hurt? Would he be gentle enough with you? Would there be any bleed? These thoughts raced through your mind as he positioned himself at your entrance, collecting your wetness with the head of his dick. He had been so focused on this moment that he hadn't noticed your worried expression until he looked up at you for a kiss. In that very moment, he stopped, his heart skipping a beat. He didn't want you to feel unsure or uncomfortable. His only desire in that moment was for you to have the best experience, feeling loved and well taken care of by him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. You shook your head to indicate that everything was okay. "Words, baby, I need you to use your pretty mouth," he added, his voice gentle.
"Everything's fine," you assured him, trying not to sound too nervous. "I'm just a little nervous."
"That's normal, mi amor, just relax," he replied. His lips met yours, and then he whispered in your ear, "You tell me if you need anything, preciosa. Are you ready?"
"Yes," you sounded more confident this time, and you could hear a smirk forming on his lips as he buried his face in your neck, and you held onto his strong arms.
Javi's hand traveled between your bodies, and you could feel him positioning at your entrance. The sensation made you gasp. Then he began to push inside slowly. At first, you felt pleasure, followed by a slight burning, as if something inside you were stretching. You couldn't help but wince and feel yourself growing pale. Javier didn't move, and you were grateful for that because you needed a moment.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a whisper, his voice tense.
"I'm okay," you tried to convince him – and yourself – that everything was fine. But it wasn't; it hurt a bit, it felt invasive. You wanted him to continue, but at the same time, you needed a break. So you decided, "Could you... could you pull out?"
He immediately complied, carefully withdrawing, his forehead creased in concern. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, it just felt awkward"
"Do you want to try again?" he asked. You couldn't tell because he didn't show any hints, but he was almost praying for you to give him an affirmative answer. He was as hard as a rock, and it was almost painful. However, he wouldn't push you to do something that might hurt you, so he remained patient and reminded himself that he had a whole lifetime to wait for you to be ready.
"I do," you murmured. He nodded, kissed you again, and continued. He left soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. You smell so good, like a mix of fresh flowers and fruits, he thought. It drove him completely insane.
"Relax, bonita. You're doing so fuckin' well," he praised. This time, when you felt him inside, it didn't hurt as much as before. On the contrary, it became a pleasant sensation.
Then you realized that he wasn't fully inside yet. As he continued to push, stretching you further, any discomfort faded away.
"You feel so good," Javier took his time to start moving slowly. His chest touch your nipples, stimulating them, making you increased your soft cries of pure pleasure. That was when all uncertainty disappeared. You began to feel incredible. Moan built up in your chest and escaped your throat. Javier was captivated by your gaze as you saw him directly in his eyes, and the way your lips parted to release cute moans and sighs. Nose, cheeks, and chest turned red, the frown on your brow, and the way you scrunch your nose. He wouldn't last long. You looked so cute and sexy at the same time. You were a completely goddess, so pure and gorgeous.
His face disappeared between your hair and neck, leaving soft kisses and tasting your essence, whispering your name right into your ear amidst his own moans and pleasure-filled grunts.
"¿Te gusta, mi amor?" he wanted to hear you, although your mouth emitted the most sensual sounds he had ever heard.
"Si...," you could barely speak; the bliss was too intense, rendering you almost speechless. He was fucking you completely dumb. "Si, Javi, así me gusta."
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. He rose to his knees again, his hands firmly gripping your hips to raise them and thrust harder. He was captivated by the way your beautiful breasts bounced, your face lost in pleasure, goosebumps covering your body. The morning sun illuminated your skin and hair.
He knew he wouldn't last, but he needed to make you cum again. Using his thumb, he began tracing circles on your swollen clit, sending you into an intense spiral of raw pleasure. Your back arched of its own accord, and your hand clutched his wrist just to have something to hold onto.
"¡No pares, Javi!" you whimper, so ecstasy-filled, begging him to keep fucking you like that. "Oh, you feel so good, Javi. I... I'm..."
"Cum for me, baby," he encouraged, "I wanna see you fucking cumming on my cock."
And then another wave of pure chaos consumed you. You threw your head back against the pillow, digging your nails into the muscles of his beautiful, strong arms. You felt your world crumbling beside you, and imploring again.
Javier had never cum as hard as he did the very moment he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. His balls throbbed as he cum inside of you. He was so deep on you, filling the condom with his thick, warm load and he couldn't help but imagine your pussy filled with his cum. Carrying his baby...
A couple of seconds passed until you both came down from the clouds. Javi pull out before went completely soft. He reach again for his night table and looked for a box of Kleenex and started cleaning the mess he made. And then he cleaned you, so gentle and caring. Then, he lay next to you, pulling your naked and warm body to his, kissing the top of your head.
"How do you feel, bonita?" he wanted to know. With one hand he traced soft circles on your arm, and with the other he massaged your head, making you feel sleepy.
"Amazing," you mumbled.
"Sleep, baby, you sound tired," he spoke in a soothing tone.
"But I've plan an entire birthday for you..." you tried to say, but your body felt so relaxed and exhausted.
"We have an entire life to do whatever you want, mi vida hermosa," he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and thighed his embrace around your body. "Now sleep, baby."
"Happy birthday, Javi," those were your last word before fell asleep on his arms, bodies tangled and hearts still racing.
Javier Peña wasn't a selfish man, but he wanted you to be his for as long as he may live.
NEXT CHAPTER
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a dare after all… (C.S) - PART 2!
“I will always protect you…even if I wasn’t your bodyguard…sleep my princess”
[summary] after a party, Y/n’s dream comes true…sleeping with her hot bodyguard is not how she imagined but better. After showing their love to each other an obstacle might come their way. ❤️🔥 will it impact their love?
[warnings⚠️] minors do not interact 🔞. smut, unprotected sex, first time, language, very detailed, aftercare, etc——
[a/n🌷] Omg! thank you so much for all the love to part 1! I hope you guys enjoy part 2, keeping in mind this is my first smut let me know what you think 💭 I have the urge to turn this into a series!
We had just come back from Wooyoung’s party and San’s hands were already exploring my body, slipping under my blouse gently touching my skin, in my bedroom. His hands were working magic on me, making me release soft moans that made him chuckle, sliding down to my neck as his tongue started licking my spot giving me soft bites.
“S-San…” I moaned out quietly, beginning to grow impatient for him. He smiled and looked at me.
“Shhh my princess” he whispered in my ear “we have all night” he finished off while his hand pinned my hands above my head before starting to unbutton my blouse. In a few seconds my pink laced bra was revealed to him which earned a soft groan from him.
“Fuck…you’re so pretty” he said as his eyes couldn’t leave my breast. The blush on my cheeks grew more and he took my top off throwing it somewhere in my room. I could tell he was taking me slow. He wasn’t rushing me at all and I loved and hated that at the same time. I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, wanting to show him that I wasn’t the innocent princess he thought I was. He looked at me with a confused look and smiled pulling me on his lap, making me feel the bulge in his pants. He was already hard.
“You look beautiful like this” he whispered, kissing my neck moving his hands to my butt groping it firmly as he moved me against his already hard cock. I hummed in response to the friction and moved my hands to my back, unclipping my bra letting it slide down my shoulders.
His eyes quickly moved down as he took in the view. He had never seen me like this which I guess was the last straw before he moaned softly.
“Damn…I’m so hard Y/n” he whispered, burying his face in my neck. My fingers slowly tangled into his dark hair rubbing my nipples against his shirt making me moan as they hardened.
“Show me how hard you are Sannie…please” I whispered softly as I unbuttoned his shirt, in a few seconds we were both overwhelmed by the feeling of our naked bodies against each other.
I was becoming a moaning mess when he was sucking on my nipple, he did such a wonderful job he was driving me crazy. I was fully naked and he still had his boxers on. While switching to my other nipple his hand traveled down to my inner thighs slowly to my heat.
His thumb slowly touched my slit making my whimper at the new feeling. His pointer and middle finger moved further to my part, feeling how wet I was already for him. He smirks, feeling proud of himself before looking at me.
“Already so wet for your bodyguard, my princess ?” he questioned before laying me back down on the bed hovering over me slowly inserting his middle finger in me making me jump grabbing onto his arm.
“g-god San…” I breathed out followed by a moan looking down seeing his finger work in and out of me slowly. He started to kiss me again before moving to my ear.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he whispered and I nodded slowly, closing my eyes and starting to get carried away with pleasure. My hand slowly moved to the side of his head, moaning quietly.
“more San…please” I whispered with my eyes half open and he slowly pulled his finger out taking it into his mouth tasting me making me blush hard.
“So sweet…just like I imagined…” he whispered, showing me a smirk before winking as my hands slowly covered my embarrassed face.
“Oh no princess don’t cover yourself…I want to look at you when I’m entering you…I want it in my mind forever” he whispered close to my face before pecking my lips.
He positioned himself between my legs taking his boxers off. His hard cock slowly moved up against his lower stomach. My eyes went wide and it was easy for him to notice that I was shocked. I started to feel nervous, he was huge.
“Are you okay princess?” he asked softly slowly grabbing my hand kissing my knuckles. I slowed nodding, moving my eyes to meet him.
“Will you fit? I’m…It will hurt” I whispered to him. He smiled softly, admiring the fact that I had communicated with him and was honest.
“It might hurt a little love…but I promise I won’t move until you adjust to me…you can tell me when you’re ready for me hm?” he said slowly pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I bit my lower lip nervously, slowly nodding, giving him permission. He smiled and reached into his pants feeling through them.
“Fuck…” I heard him curse at himself, making me look at him.
“What is it Sannie?” I asked, still laying down with a confused look.
“Um…I think I don’t have a condom princess I’m sorry I—”
“Then I’ll have to feel you like that” I whispered and his eyes widened. I giggled quietly and pulled him back to me kissing him.
“It’s okay…I’ll take the pill…” I said and he looked hesitant.
“Are you sure about love?” He mumbled and I rested my finger on his lips.
“I am sure Sannie…and I think I want to feel you like that in me…” I whispered in his ear, giggling, making him chuckle.
He kissed me slowly before intertwining our fingers together using his other hand to guide himself into me, stroking him a few times before entering me starting off from where we left off.
In seconds I slowly felt his tip enter me, pushing himself more into me as a sting of pain ran through my body. My other hand rested on his chest pushing gently as my eyes filled with tears.
“i-it hurts…” I mumbled, breathing heavily, feeling how he stretched me out.
He groaned loudly, feeling how tight I was around him. I slowly brought my other hand to my mouth, moaning loudly into it.
“No…” I heard San mumbled taking my hand away.
“I want to hear you…” he whispered gently as his eyes were closed tightly, moaning between his words.
My whimpers and moans filled the room as I worked through getting adjusted to San’s huge size. I was breathing heavily and digging my nails into his muscular chest. After a few minutes I gently gave him the nod that will soon take me up to the clouds.
And I was right his thrusts were slow and we were both moaning loudly. We were lucky the house was alone. My moans were probably heard downstairs. It made me blush so hard just to think about.
“mmm fuck…f-faster San” I whispered and he obeyed. Soon skin slapping was heard and he started hitting the right spot. I brought my arms around his neck slowly scratching his back.
“F-fuck! San yes!” I screamed as tears rolled down my cheeks feeling the knot starting to form in my lower stomach.
“Fuck…yeah? You like that princess?” he whispered in my ear as his hand grabbed my face gently.
His thrusts sped up taking us both closer to our finish.
“Damn… you drive me crazy you know that huh?” he mumbled and I nodded back, kissing him hard as we soon released together.
Throwing my head back, fisting into the pillows rolling my eyes back, I screamed San’s name. Releasing onto him as he moaned into my ear filling me up with his cum. We both stayed there breathing heavily and he fell on me resting his head on my boobs. I smiled tiredly playing with his dark hair kissing his sweaty forehead.
“My bodyguard is full of secrets…I didn’t know he fucked that good” I whispered and he laughed quietly with his eyes closed before looking up at me.
“That’s just the beginning my princess…I have to show you more” he said and I couldn't help but blush. He smiled before releasing a tired groan, getting off of me and slowly pulling out of me. I blushed gently as he reached for tissues and cleaned us up.
“I’ll get you the shower ready…” he started but I quickly held his hand pulling him back down like he was before.
“Can’t we just stay like this? I’m too tired and you’re too cozy” I whispered softly and he smiled nodding.
“hmm I can’t say no to you…” he mumbled and slowly moved around making me lay next to him with my head on his bare chest as the sheets covered our naked bodies. My eyes started to feel heavier each second while he played with my hair and whispered sweet things to me.
“I will always protect you…even if I wasn’t your bodyguard…sleep my princess” he whispered and held me close to him as we drifted off to sleep.
time skips ☁️
A week had passed after San and I had shared a lovely night, I was watching the TV while my bodyguard’s head rested on my thighs while I played with his hair. It had been the happiest week of my life, though it involved a lot of hiding it was still amazing to spend time with San, and hiding just made it more fun.
We were both enjoying the movie and he at times would pull me down to him and kiss me with love. I gently held his hand and kept kissing him until we were startled by the sound of the door opening and he threw himself off the couch standing up. I quickly fixed my posture and looked behind me seeing my father’s serious face.
“D-dad…” I started but he cut me off, while looking at the both of us. “What’s going on here?” he asked, I widened my eyes thinking that he had seen something he shouldn’t have. I slowly looked at San and he just shook his head.
“Ah, nothing sir…um Miss Y/n was about to ask me something…you’re early from work may I–” San said volunteering to help with his stuff but my dad moved away, I was confused and started to worry he cleared his throat and looked at me.
“Y/n in my office please, now” he said and I nodded getting up from the couch and he left to his office.
“Do you think he saw us?” San whispered to me with concern in his gentle voice, I gently shook my head softly kissing his cheek.
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out” I said and made my way to my father’s office. I smiled gently going to his desk sitting down.
“You know there are men out there that will only use you for your money right Y/n?” my dad said catching me off guard. I didn’t know what to answer, and I did not know where he got such thing, or why he brought up the topic. “What…What are you saying Dad?” I asked confused.
“You know what I mean…you should not fall so easily into a guy that talks sweetly to you…he is brainwashing you” he mumbled and I got up. He might have seen San and I together.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said starting to make my way out of his office grabbing onto the doorknob. But my dad said something that stopped my moves and felt everything would fall apart.
“You are not going to be happy with some poor…bodyguard…the money I pay him is what keeps him alive,” my dad said harshly and my eyes widened turning to look at him.
“D-don’t say those things about him…and there’s nothing between us” I quickly said feeling angry at how he was talking about San. He didn’t deserve it, I glared at my dad who scoffed.
“Please…I’ve seen you all week Y/n…or I guess he has gotten way too comfortable” he said crossing his arms across his chest. I gulped softly trying to find another excuse, but I had none.
“Just keep in mind what I said, he won’t be able to give you much, but you will and that’s what he wants…your money…tell him to come” my father finished off and I stayed quiet not wanting to argue making my way out sighing trying to not let his words get to my head.
I made my way to San who was on the couch, when he heard my footsteps he quickly got up and held my hand checking on me.
“What happened love?” he asked me, but I removed my hand from his, I don’t know why I did that. He looked down confused at my sudden movement and slowly took a step back trying to not show that he felt hurt.
“He…He knows?” he asked me and I stayed quiet giving a nod before speaking.”He wants to see you” I simply said and made my way to my room closing my door.
San entered Mr. Lee’s office nervously and looked at him drinking some whiskey still thinking about Y/n.
“San, hey…take a seat…” Mr. Lee told him before walking to the seat across from him handing him a cup with whiskey. San was surprised and just held the cup before setting it on the coffee table.
“Y/n told me you wanted to see me…” San said quietly wanting to get to the point.
“San…tell me, are you rich…are you able to afford anything?” Mr. Lee asked keeping his eyes on me and I slowly looked away. Of course, I couldn’t afford anything like he did. Where was this going?
“No…not like you sir…” I answered and he nodded. “Exactly…So now let me ask you something else…” he said sounding more serious than before which made me look at him.
“What would you do if…I arranged a marriage for Y/n?”
To be continued...?
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Morpheus • The Lord of Dreams
(digital fanart based on Netflix show "The Sandman")
I recently watched "The Sandman" from Netflix and caught an overdose of another character from the category "my personal fetish" ❤️🔥 Of course, I assumed that I would like Morpheus, but so much 🔥 However, it's not surprising. Gothic-aesthetic men with a sculpted face and dressed in a black cloak have always been a separate kind of my love. And also here is my favorite atmosphere of Dreams and Mysticism. So, +1 to the collection of fandoms and definitely +1 to the collection of TOP male characters.
Of course, I have a couple of objective complaints about the show, but if in general – I was in love ❤️ The plot of the series corresponds to the comic almost verbatim (jeez, how cool!). And for me, as a lover of aesthetics and beautiful visuals, the darkly atmospheric show has become an inspiring addition to the graphic novel. Although some moments are too smoothed out. The original source is still tougher and much mature 😅
BUT! The Lord of Dreams in this adaptation is amazing! He conquered me 🖤😍 So I'm waiting for the Season 2 and drawing ✍🏻
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❤️🔥 Mercury in Libra 🪫
bangchan as your boyfriend series!!! (pt 5)
(based on astrology) 🔞
✨bangchan x reader (f); angsty sad times, little fluff if you try
✨word count: ~3.1k
✨5th and final part in chan’s astrology series!!! together, let’s take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be!
✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means throughout the series (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship
✨ author’s notes:
(1) i do brief compatibility readings w/ skz members! if interested, send your natal chart to my inbox, as well as which member you’d like me to read for OR if i think there is one member best suited to you <3
(2) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)
✨warnings: sad plot, theme of unfaithfulness, occasional cursing
✨tl/dr: chan is a loverboy who gets caught up in flirting when he doesn’t even know he’s flirting. then he ends up a blubbering mess.
Mercury in Libra:
-Mercury is the planetary ruler of communication and intellect. It shows how you connect with others throughout everyday life, just in speaking with them. It can also tell you a lot about how you relate to others and interpret the information they give you.
-Libra is a cardinal sign, meaning that people who are in this placement REALLY live by the aspects associated with that placement- in other words, chan is likely to hold very true to these values.
-Libra is the sign of love, beauty, charm, and balance. Libra in Mercury has a few key traits when it comes to communication. They are natural charmers and can instantly make people like them simply by talking with them. Libras are very good at placating to what others want, so they can speak to you in a way that they tell you what you want to hear. Libras also love beauty, so they many times will have an elegant way of speaking or cute quirks and mannerisms. Lastly, Libras value harmony and balance, so most likely their communication style will either (1) mimic yours, or (2) counter yours to be able to reach a happy medium.
-Long story short: Mercury in Libra people are sweet talkers who can charm anyone they meet, make them feel special, and meet them at the communication level that they are in. HOWEVER, the downside to Libra in Mercury is that they do not like confrontation- so they are likely going to avoid any conversations that could disrupt the peace between them and that person.
As your boyfriend:
• Chan always supports you exactly how you need him to.
◦ Had a bad day? He understands, come lay on him and talk about it.
◦ Upset over a test score? Scores are stupid, he’s gonna buy you ice cream and let you rant about how ridiculous it was.
◦ Got into a yelling match with a close friend? Hold his hands and talk him through it. He wants to know how he can help.
• He adapts to what you need in that moment- if you need someone to listen, he will sit there with an open ear. If you need advice on what to do, he will analyze every option and patiently walk you through what he thinks is best.
• If you get really frustrated or angry over something, he will 100% come up behind you and bear hug you, shaking you around until you give in and put a smile on your face.
• “Come here and talk to me,” he says, pulling you down to sit on his lap.
• He loves talking about deep things with you, like the meaning of life. It makes him feel so lucky to have such a smart significant other.
• He stares at you in awe as you talk about things you’re passionate about. Even if he genuinely doesn’t care about the topic, he holds on to every word, thinking of how cute you are in this moment.
• He remembers every little story you tell him about your childhood. When you bring up a long-gone aunt, uncle, grandparent, etc., he says “Oh, the one you told me about who ___?” You always smile at how he remembers these little things.
• Chan knows that you’re mad. He ALWAYS knows.
• He can tell in the way that you don’t instinctively turn your knees towards him in the car and when you don’t automatically reach for his hand when you walk next to him.
• He may not know why you’re mad, but he does know that you are.
• What he has a really hard time with is addressing it.
• He’s been trying for days to make up for it- whatever it is.
• Every day, he starts with “Good morning beautiful.” And every night, he finishes with “Good night princess.” Making sure you didn’t feel unloved.
• He’s been doing extra housework- cooking, cleaning, finishing up odd jobs you’d asked about a month ago. Could that be it?
• He’s been putting his foot down at work, leaving every night 5 PM to make sure he gets to spend the evenings with you. Maybe that’s what this is about- maybe you just missed spending time with him.
• Chan doesn’t know what’s wrong, and nothing he’s done so far has changed anything.
• He was hoping that his efforts would change your attitude toward him, or even make you forget about it, but he just couldn’t understand why you weren’t letting up. Why you weren’t letting him in as closely as you once had. Why things were so good, but now they are so different.
• All he knows now is that he is hopelessly in love with you, but it seems like you don’t feel the same anymore.
• You both sat together on the couch for a while. You thought Chan wouldn’t notice as you slowly inched yourself away from him, more slowly as the minutes passed.
• But he knew. He tried to reason that something was wrong. He didn’t want to push for an answer yet for fear of learning one that he wished he wouldn’t have.
• You continued to scroll on your phone, mind-numbingly on the ‘X’ app. This was a habitual routine, but one you decided you needed to break.
• There were a lot of great posts on there, but there was a lotttt about your boyfriend on there as well. One more unwanted post you knew would send you into a spiral.
• But you couldn’t help yourself. You had to know.
• You scrolled through the hashtag on the app. “#bangchan” splayed across the search bar.
• Cute photos and gifs. Adorable collages. Sexy TikTok edits. The usual. It took you probably 10 minutes of scrolling before you found something that got you ticked off again.
• ‘Every goddamn time,’ you thought, as your scoffed and rolled your eyes. You stared down at the video playing on the phone, as if this was the first one you’d ever seen.
• The caption of the video:
“how cute is #bangchan looking flirting with #fem/idol 😭🥰”.
• You focused on the interaction on the screen. There was Chan at the award show last night, leaning in and whispering something into fem/idol’s ear. When he pulled back, he looked down at her with a big smile, and you could see her reciprocate by blushing intensely and batting her eyelashes back up at him. You watched as he continued to talk for a few moments, laughing and offering up big hand gestures before saying goodbye, making sure to fully catch her eyes and bow as he went.
• You quickly scrolled underneath to the comment section, hoping that someone would say something- anything- to make you feel better.
◦ “God I wish he would look at me that way 🤭”
◦ “omfg she’s so pretty id def have chan’s reaction too”
◦ “Crying 😭😭 When do you think they’ll announce that they’re together? ❤️”
• You swiped out of the app entirely, shutting your phone off afterwards and placing it in your lap. You continued to stare down at the black screen until you felt tears start to well up in your eyes.
• You quickly tried to blink them away, but you couldn’t help it. This was the third time THIS week that you’d seen him do shit like this. Smiling, blushing, and heavily complimenting one girl, helping another fix her shoe, and now this. Before, you could reason it away- chuck it up to him just being a “nice guy.” But you couldn’t keep doing that forever.
• You always saw the comments people left under the videos about how cute they would be together and how Chan would be the perfect boyfriend.
• ‘But little do they know,’ you thought as you sighed.
• You turned your legs along with your body fully toward the other side of the couch, opposite of where Chan was. You looked a bit ridiculous facing the other way, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to see his face. You couldn’t stand to.
• You let your mind wonder, repeating the video in your head. The way he looked at her and the way she looked back.
• ‘Am I stupid?… Have I been stupid this whole time?…’
• You thought back to when you first decided to make things official with him, and how you both agreed that it would be easier to not publicize the relationship. You didn’t want anyone coming in the way of what you have together.
• ‘Was that my first mistake? So he can date me in secret and go out and flirt with any other idol he wants?’
• Your mind drifted to each other interaction you’d seen with him. You had make excuses time and time before. But it hurt to see him like this. Your OWN boyfriend talking to another girl the way that he SHOULD be seen talking to you.
• You couldn’t help yourself as one tear escaped. Then two, then three. Before you knew it, there was a release of waterworks all down your face. Your mind got the best of you as you started sobbing into your hands, burying your face into the side of the couch. There was nothing you could do to stop yourself.
• “Baby?” Chan called. His response was met only with more tears.
• “Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, scooting his whole body next to yours to hold your back.
• “Get off of me!” you lashed out. He looked confused for a moment, but released his grip from you.
• “Honey, please talk to me. What’s wrong?” he asked, genuine sadness on his face.
• Hearing him call you pet names, all while pulling shit like he just had, completely set you off. “Don’t call me that.” You straightened back up in your seat, slightly turning toward him, not daring to look him in the face.
• “Don’t call you what?”
• “Honey, baby, whatever. You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
• “Y/n, what is going on? Seriously?” He placed his face in front of yours and used his hands to move your shoulders around to face him. This is the first time he could see how red and puffy your face had become. He felt like a piece of him had broken off just looking at you.
• “What’s going on?” you cried. “I don’t know Chris, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.” You quickly unlocked your phone, the video still open on it. You dropped the phone down to him as you stood, then taking a couple of steps to get some distance.
• He watched the video, moving his head around as if he was studying it. He replayed it a couple of times, then turned it intently, like he was looking for a hidden message. But he could find none. He furrowed his brow, then looked back up at you with a stare of confusion.
• You scoffed. “Okay. So you see nothing wrong with that?”
• “With what? Talking to another girl?!”
• “FLIRTING with another girl, Christopher! Flirting!… I’m not stupid! This is the THIRD video I’ve seen like this in a week. Do you know how humiliating it feels to have to see you, who was supposed to be the love of my life, out here flirting with all these other idols THROUGH SOCIAL MEDIA.. AND THEN having people comment on top of it about how you two would be ‘just the cutest couple ever’! Do you have any idea how that feels?!”
• You saw him get a tinge of sadness in his eyes, but you cut him off before he could speak.
• “No, you know what? I KNOW you don’t know how this feels. Because I would NEVER think to look at another man the way that I look at you.. So you know what!? If you’re that interested in other girls, you can go for it! By alllll means, don’t let me stop you!” You could feel steam coming off of yourself.
• You didn’t even want to hear what he had to say, you just wanted to get out of there. He could have his idol life. Do whatever the fuck he wanted. He had you fooled for a while, but now you saw him for who he was. A liar. Wants his cake and eats it too. But not with you anymore.
• You turned on your heels to leave, thinking you’d go ahead and pack an overnight bag to head out. As you took your first step, you felt a grasp and a tug on your wrist in the opposite direction.
• You stumbled back, feeling him cling to your hand, then pull the top of your body slightly as he stood himself up. By the time he settled, he had you back facing right in front of him with your one hand in his.
• “Y/n, please don’t say that. Please, just listen to me,” he begged, eyes bigger than you’d ever seen them.
• “Listen to what? Listen to you explain how it’s okay to flirt while you’re in a relationship?”
• “That wasn’t flirting!”
• “Oh really, then what do you call that?!”
• “I was just being nice! I thought-” his voice cracked, tears starting to well up in his eyes. “I thought I was-“ he hung his head to the side. “I thought I was being nice!” He looked so defeated.
• And just like that, he started sobbing. Tears were streaming down his face like you’d never seen before. So powerful, they left visible marks even on his black shirt. He kept trying to get words out through his cries.
• ”Baby, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” he cried. “I didn’t know it would come across like that… I would NEVER,” he genuinely could not contain himself as he strained to get the words out. “I would NEVER do that to you! I could never think of someone else like that.”
• Teardrops kept trickling down as he reached to grab your other hand into his. “I love you- only you! I could never flirt with someone else! But the fact that I made you feel like that- that that’s what it looked like to you…” he couldn’t even see anymore with the water flowing out of himself. “I am just so sorry… Y/n I’m so sorry! Please, please believe me.” He was getting choked now. His face was red like he was about to pass out from lack of air.
• You stood still, not knowing yet what to believe or what to say.
• “Baby please! Please,” he took your face in his hands, feeling of the few stray tears on your own face. “Please. I love you. Please don’t shut me out. I thought I was just being nice and I- I-… I’ve..” he huffed, struggling to get out what he wanted to say. “I’ve done the last thing I ever wanted to do. I would never intentionally hurt you, do you understand me?!” He tried his best to look into your eyes. All you could see were tears weeping out, redness shooting in all directions, and a look of absolute brokenness. “I promise I never meant to come across that way. I thought I was just being nice to her, that is ALL. YOU are the only person I care about. No one else means anything to me. Without you, I am NOTHING. Please baby, please listen to me. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything to make this right.”
• He continued to wail as he brought his arms around your body, resting his head on the side of yours. His tears began to soak down into your hair. There was still nothing you could say. I mean, what could you say? Your boyfriend was notorious for being a charming guy… But knowing that didn’t make this situation any easier.
• “Please baby,” he rubbed your head as he plead. “Please just tell me how to fix it and I will. I don’t want you to ever feel that way again.” You felt the water from his eyes now drench your hair entirely. “I PROMISE if you show me what I’m doing wrong, I will never do it again. I promise I will be perfect for you. Just tell me how. I will do ANYTHING! I am BEGGING, y/n!”
• He stood there, holding you as tightly as he could while cradling your head and trying to quieten his sobs. He waited for you to give him some sort of response. Good, bad, ANYTHING was better than nothing. He felt his heart physically break inside his chest when you remained silent, not even motioning to begin getting a word out.
• He slowly pulled his face away from your hair, coming up to face directly into you one last time. His whole face was swollen, pink cheeks now extended into a pink nose and pink ears, streaks of both new and old teardrops going in every direction.
• “Y/n please,” he begged. “Just tell me something… Anything.” He felt like the floor could drop from under him any moment. A gnawing pit formed in his stomach that he felt was going to jump out of his throat while waiting to hear you.
• You stood still for another moment, moving your eyes down and contemplating what you could even say at this point. Your emotions were so mixed.
• “I love you so much. Please know that,” tears still in his eyes, he leaned down to kiss you. It was wet and you could feel the desperation in the intensity he moved his lips over yours. You leaned into it the slightest bit, giving him most minute sense of hope. He clung onto the kiss with everything he could, throwing his lips further into yours before you felt the tears start to slowly separate you again. He pulled his lips off of yours with violent hesitancy.
• He whispered now, as if he didn’t want anyone else in the world to hear him. “Please teach me what you want. Say the word, and I will do it...” small tears now were the only ones coming out. “I would give up everything for you, y/n. Money, fame, anything. Please just teach me what you want…. Please-” he cried, “please don’t leave me.”
• wellll, I’ll let you decide what your fate is with chan 🤭 to forgive or not to forgive?
• ohhh the world of a mercury in libra
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SURPRISE! 🔥❤️🔥
We are SO excited to have chatted with Matthew Bassett, the voice actor for Eris Vanserra in the Graphic Audio Production of the ACOTAR series.
Read below for an Exclusive Q&A with Matt ❤️
How long have you been voice acting? How did you get started in the voice acting industry?
I’ve only really worked with Graphic Audio for voice acting, and I’ve been in their roster of actors since 2012. I’ve been a stage actor (with a tiny bit of film) since 2003, and I’ve taught acting in the Washington, DC, area since 2012. When I moved to the DC area after graduate school and started working around here, a number of actors I liked and admired kept mentioning this company that provided steady work on fun material - westerns, fantasy, sci-fi. The comic book adaptations sold me, I’m a huge comics fan. Since 2012, I’ve played countless varmints, monsters, cads, aliens, superheroes/villains, and the occasional good guy. Along with Eris, my larger roles have included voicing The Homelander in all six volumes of GA’s adaption of The Boys graphic novels and Cullen in the World of Lupi series.
Can you describe the process for being selected for the role of Eris (or any other character)? Were there auditions, callbacks, or specific criteria that led to your casting?
Graphic Audio works like a repertory acting company, in that after your initial audition, they maintain your contact information for project directors to pull from when needed. I’ve done a lot of work with Colleen Delaney, director of the ACOTAR adaptations, including several longer character arcs in multiple series, so she thought I would be a good fit for Eris based on similar characters (rogueish, but with hidden depth that is explored over time) I’ve played elsewhere. I’m glad she did! Eris has been really fun.
How did you prepare for the role of Eris in terms of understanding the character's backstory, motivations, and relationships with other characters?
Graphic Audio does a fantastic job of preparing actors and directing us through performances. Colleen sent each actor a brief but rich character description, often quoting directly from the novels, as well as providing a plot description for each specific novel (necessary since the turnaround from offer to recording is very short). During our sessions, Colleen tells me everything I need to know about where Eris has been since the last scene/book and how his relationships have evolved. GA directors also read in as “scene partners,” which, considering they are all performers themselves, makes it very easy to react as I imagine Eris would.
Eris is a complex and morally ambiguous character. What aspects of his personality did you find most challenging to convey in your performance, and how did you approach tackling those challenges?
His vulnerability is very challenging. Eris has had a hard life, despite growing up with every privilege, which is difficult to convey. He hates everyone to some extent, but it all comes from how much he hates his family and himself. The scenes with Morrigan in particular take a while to record - he has all the feelings when talking to her, but he can’t show any of them.
Did you have any creative input into how Eris's voice would sound, or was it a collaborative effort with the production team and director? Were there any specific discussions about the character's vocal tone or style?
Definitely collaborative! His basic vocal character is very close to mine, with the musicality dialed up a bit so he can taunt everyone so well. Where my director really helps is pushing me to find the different levels to his interactions - when he’s teasing (often), when he’s antagonizing (mostly with Cassian), and when he’s speaking from his heart (VERY rarely, usually to or involving Morrigan).
What actors (voice, stage, film, etc) have inspired you? And did any actors or other characters help inspire your performance for Eris?
Hoo boy. Too many to list! For something like Eris, a lot of inspiration from Tom HIddleston’s Loki, Tom Cruise’s Lestat de Lioncourt, and anything Jeremy Irons has ever done. Characters that you can’t take your eyes off of, even as you want to beat the crap out of them.
Were there any specific challenges or unique aspects to voicing Eris compared to other characters you've portrayed in the past? How did you adapt your voice to capture his essence?
Y’know, for all the dirtbags, murderers, literal monsters, aliens, and villains I’ve voiced, Eris is the one with the biggest heart. The biggest challenge is allowing him to have a deep want, hidden from even himself, for some tenderness, the one thing he has been denied his entire life. A character like Eris is easy to just have fun with and play as a smug prick (which he is), but he has moments of aching loneliness that make him much richer. SPOILER: One of my most recent favorite moments was playing Eris’ surprise and gratitude when receiving a “made” dagger for safekeeping. Eris can’t fathom trusting anyone else with something so powerful and important, because he simply wasn’t shown that level of trust or respect. The moment took him by such surprise. It was great to let myself feel that in the playing.
Do you have any advice for aspiring voice actors who are considering pursuing a career in Voice Acting? Any tips for breaking into the business and honing their craft?
Train your voice! I received excellent vocal training as part of my MFA (Master of Fine Arts) in Acting at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. I learned how to care for my vocal health, how to support with my breath, and how to modulate the dynamics of my voice for character differentiation as well as basic performance beats. You may not have the inclination for that level of training, but a regular voice lesson with a singing coach will give you similar techniques. In terms of breaking in: like anything of this nature, it’s relationships. Build a strong resume, but also build strong relationships with your collaborators and a reputation for reliability. Directors know that I’ll prepare so that I can make strong initial choices, but that I am more than happy to adjust my choices as needed to make the overall production its best.
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Into the Ether (3)
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.
Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE ensemble, VtM concepts.
Authors' Note: Suggestive themes, violence and mild gore ahead.
Taglist: @admirxation @xoxostarlet @miss-oranje-disco-dancer ❤️🔥
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Chapter 3: Fires of Rebellion
“So, talk,” you demanded, crossing your arms as you kept yourself at a suitable distance from Leon.
Both of you were currently walking up north along Good Street towards the City College. The plan had been to take a left at some point and head over to the park by Warren Street, where hopefully there would be some benches for you to relax on. It was still early enough in the night for your surroundings to be relatively bustling with people, so you weren’t too worried that the man beside you would try anything risky or stupid. In any case, you knew where you kept your pepper spray at hand if things went south.
“You’d already sensed it from the beginning,” he stated, swallowing thickly. How was it this hard to tell you who he really was? If he could sweat blood, he’d fill a whole bucket’s worth. Pig’s blood. A cop in pig’s blood. He knew plenty of people who’d pay to see him drenched in the vermillion fluid. “That I’m not exactly normal.” That was what he settled with.
“What, you mean like a serial killer or something?” you scoffed, shaking your head in mild vexation.
“No.” His voice was solemn but firm as he glanced at you briefly, making eye contact. “I didn’t… assault you, not in the way you think.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “I just— I do things… that aren’t exactly normal.”
Great, Leon. You just made yourself sound like a fucking magician. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and paused his footsteps. “This is going well.”
You almost felt sorry for the guy. He seemed to be having such a difficult time articulating what he wanted to say. Was it some sort of kink he was talking about? The logical part of your mind berated you, insisting that this could go down far worse than you imagined, but you pushed it aside.
“Like what?” you asked, your morbid curiosity getting the better of you.
His jaw tightened as he shifted his weight uncomfortably from side to side.
Before he could respond, you took the initiative, positioning yourself in front of him as a form of challenge. “Show me,” you requested.
His head darted in every direction, scanning the area with an animalistic instinctiveness and you thought you saw his eyes illuminate in a different color. However, when you blinked a second later, it had returned to its original pale shade of blue. “Too many people,” he muttered. “I’ll do as you ask, but we need to head somewhere quieter.”
You should’ve ran off after he said that, but your legs stayed rooted to the ground. Your lack of self-preservation was alarming. “The park, then?” you suggested.
He nodded in compromise. “I could work with that.”
The rest of the walk there took place in awkward silence, as you dwelled on what he would do and whether you were walking into one big, fat trap. Well, at least Patrick had his business card. And PIs, they had a registered license, didn’t they? It was too late to back out now, you’d gone this far and you wanted to see it through.
When you had found a secluded bench at one of the shaded corners of the park, he spoke up again. “Do you remember the first night we met? When—”
“You offered me cigarettes in exchange for coffee,” you finished the sentence for him.
“Yes,” he said with a wistful smile, as if reminiscing about a day he’d cherished but had long since passed. “You felt it, didn’t you? Compelled to stay, but with no reason why.”
Despite your reluctance, you had to agree with him. That moment between standing by his table and sitting with him to share in a smoke had been like entering the twilight zone. You were you, but yet, at the same time, weren’t.
“I can do it again here, if you want,” he murmured, his eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to bore right into you.
It wasn’t the first time you had leaped before looking. You’d always been known to be a little more reckless than your peers, but it seemed like you never really learnt your lesson well. “Be my guest,” you gestured melodramatically, as your hand swept across in one grand motion.
“Now, you’re just mocking me,” he chided, though a ghost of a smile still lingered on his lips.
This time, there was a tingling sensation in your body, like an invisible warm light gradually enveloping you, except it seemed to exude from him. You were entranced by his stature, the minute details of his face, everything about what he was, to the point where you couldn’t tear yourself away from his gaze.
“Sit,” he directed gently, placing his hand along the back of the wooden bench.
You felt nothing but desire. Desire to do anything he wanted you to. Without a word, you sank onto the bench like a doll, still giving him that doe-eyed expression one would normally reserve for a celebrity they were starstruck by.
Taking his seat beside you, he urged, “Come closer.”
Obediently, you shuffled up along the bench towards him, except it wasn’t out of fear of punishment, but a strange, radiant love that emanated from within you. When you were just inches away from his face, he slowly revealed the tips of his canine teeth, which were pointier than usual, and seemed to grow with each passing minute. As his features eased up, you could feel the uncanny warmth dissipate from your core, and though you were still captivated by him, his face seemed to lack the same lustrous sheen it held moments ago. Like a wandering spirit, you had arrived back into your own body. You were you again.
His eyes latched onto you, waiting, watching, biding his time, to see what you would do. Though he remained poised and composed, the unsteadiness of his breathing and the flicker of trepidation across his irises gave him away. He was afraid that you would leave him, for good. And after what he had given to have the right to Embrace you, he wouldn’t know how he would live with himself if he were rejected.
It felt like hours had gone by until one of you spoke up. “Do you hate what you see?”
“No,” you answered, almost too quickly, cupping his cold cheek in the palm of your hand. He closed his eyes and sighed blissfully into it, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It felt moist and heated against your skin.
You surprised yourself with how well you were taking all of this in. This shouldn’t have been possible and nothing about what he had shown you made sense. You blamed your tolerance on the late, sleepless nights and hanging around with the offbeat characters who frequented your cafe.
What if monsters did exist? you humored. Maybe not in the literal sense of vampires, but someone who relished the flavor of blood, and who’d learnt a few tricks of hypnotism. You tried to rationalize it as much as you could, but there were still so many missing pieces you did not fully understand.
“How many times?” you asked. “Did you force me… each night?”
He lowered his gaze, marred by shame, while looking to his hands nestled in his lap. “It was just that once,” he whispered. “I wanted you to stay with me.”
He pursed his lips. “The rest, later on… was you.”
“Did you—”
“Yes.”
You didn’t even need to continue your sentence for him to know what you meant. Yes, he tasted your blood. Yes, he enjoyed it. Yes, he came back for more. And more.
“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked.
You didn’t acknowledge his apology, allowing even more time to slip through your fingers. A while later, you ran them along his cheek towards his lips, where his teeth which now looked more like fangs lurked. Right, how would you explain that away?
He didn’t stop you when you traced one of their edges, as if trying to figure out if they were real. He let you press the tip of your finger against its peak, purposely pricking yourself in some kind of deluded masochistic fantasy. The rush you felt from it was indescribable, like a spike of venom flowing into your veins, though it wasn’t as intense as the previous times to truly immobilize you. Grasping onto the back of the bench, you steadied yourself from the dizzying sensation.
A dark, ruby bead blossomed at the site of the puncture. His mouth lay open as he inhaled sharply, gripping the trousers on his thighs, and there was a wild look in his bloodshot eyes. However, he remained motionless, restraining himself somehow, as if awaiting your instruction.
“You like this?” A mixture of bewilderment and arousal seeped into your tone, as you brought your bleeding finger to rest just at the entrance of his mouth.
All at once, his veneer of calmness shattered. He swirled his tongue against your fingertip, causing you to gasp as it made hot laps around the miniscule droplet of blood you had to offer him. Dipping his head, he took the rest of your digit into his mouth, eventually sucking on it whole as he emitted a low groan in pleasure. When he finally let it go, a slick string of saliva connected to it from his lips, wet and hungry with need.
“I, um—” you shuddered, at a loss for words, as you retracted your finger, folding it into your hand.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he straightened up in his seat, adjusting his attire and hair, as if he had come back to his senses once again. “You don’t have to decide on this right now,” he assured you.
“Okay.” You nodded shakily, your mind spinning from all the events that had just transpired. “Could we take another short walk before I head home?”
It would probably help to cool off a little, you thought.
“Anything you need,” he asserted, getting up as he took another glance around the park, before extending his hand to you.
You stared at it, contemplating further. “Just don’t—” you hesitated, pausing to rephrase your words. “I want to trust you, Leon.”
“I’ll earn it back,” he promised. “However long it takes.”
That was all you needed to hear from him. Perhaps you were naive to a fault, but you took his hand anyway, allowing him to lead you out of the park, and to whatever else fate had in store for you that night.
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Over the course of the evening, a thin fog had developed, shrouding the sky and enveloping the moon and stars in a blurry veil, casting a muted light over the city. You and Leon had taken a short detour towards the more touristy part of town, where the landmark Saint Michael Clock Tower overlooked the grand waterway.
The ornate, Gothic structure loomed intimidatingly ahead, its roof cloaked in a wispy gray mist, though you could still make out the time on its huge clock face. Ten minutes past midnight. It was getting late, and although you were accustomed to working until the wee hours of the morning, you preferred to get some sleep on your nights off when possible. However, right now, a part of you wished that the night would last longer.
There wasn’t such a wide distance between you and Leon as before. In fact, your fingers were nearly touching, but neither of you had taken it further to close the final gap. Even in complete silence, punctuated only by the sounds of the city’s buzzing nightlife, both of you had somehow agreed on which pathways to take, falling in sync with each other’s footsteps, pauses and turns, like an unspoken dance. It was nice like this, having no expectations of the other person, just walking and feeling the thread of connection that bound the two of you.
Every now and then, he peered at you inquisitively, and you wondered if he had something to say, but when you looked his way, he turned his gaze back to the street in front of him. Coming to the entrance of a tunnel arbor near the clocktower, you paused to admire the sight of the vines and flowers that were wound around the metallic arches, interspersed with marigold fairy lights. There were still a decent number of stragglers in the vicinity. Probably the remaining tourists for the day who didn’t quite want to wrap up yet, some of whom were posing for pictures near the picaresque arbors.
“Cat caught your tongue?” Always the instigator and taking the confrontational approach. That was what you were known for.
“Hm?” he deflected, yet smiled at you knowingly.
“Just looked like you had something to say.” You shrugged, placing your hands on your hips.
“Nothing escapes you, huh?”
He was teasing you again; you were certain of it. Though this appeared to be twofold, where the second part was meant as a misdirection to hide a secret from you.
“It should be obvious that I like you,” he stated plainly.
Obvious to the point where he couldn’t afford to have one of those obnoxious Anarchs stake their claim over you, just for a bit of territory. You were worth so much more to him than that. Surely, it would be the lesser of two evils for him to be the one to Embrace you? It was all he could think about when he made that deal with Ada. Always justifying and compromising. That was what he was known for.
You couldn't fathom the sheer astonishment and joy that overcame him when Ada returned with the news a few weeks later:
“The Prince granted your wish,” she mentioned with an indifferent wave of her hand.
“How?” he choked in disbelief. “It usually takes years!”
“You underestimate me,” she scoffed. “Have you forgotten that I’m the voice of society?”
“No, of course not.” He hung his head in disgrace, as if he had just been told off by a parent.
“Anyway, I don’t have to tell you twice that you should thank him in person.”
Lifting a bejeweled chalice to her lips, she tasted its contents, allowing it to linger on the palate before letting it wash down her throat. “And by ‘thank’, I mean ‘grovel’.”
“Yes, sire.” He bent down on his knee and kissed the back of her hand in respect.
A shadow of annoyance flickered across her face, morphing into a frown. “You do know this makes you look weak?” she questioned rhetorically. “Being unable to convince the Prince yourself?”
He knew better than to respond when Ada was in such a mood.
“Don’t embarrass me.”
Her warning rang loud and clear in his ears.
“Who is it obvious to?” you challenged, pulling him out of his reverie. Maybe you had an undeniable urge to see him lose control over you again.
At this, he drew closer towards you, his eyes ablaze like a blue flame, as he snaked his arms around your waist. That was it — the thrill, the feeling you missed. It rippled through your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. But before he could go any further, a sudden force tore him from his hold on you, hauling him violently backwards. He was flung in the air across a couple of yards, landing against the wall of a building with a sickening crack.
In the background, you heard screams coming from all directions, alongside whooshing sounds, followed by loud thuds. One soon popped up behind you and in an instant you found yourself smacked to the ground. There was a shrill ringing in your ears, your eyes watered, and your vision blurred as you started seeing double in front of you. You felt the back of your head. Wet. Sticky. Flowing. Your fingers were red and the concussion you suffered induced a dizzying spell.
A grizzly face appeared before you, but you couldn’t quite make out any distinguishable features, except for the familiar shape of long fangs that glistened under the arbor lights. There was no time to put up a fight or even cry out for help, as you began to sink deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
Leon had watched the entire scene unfurl before him like a twisted snuff film coming to life. The attack had taken him by surprise, but he quickly got up from his fall, resetting his bones and shaking it off like nothing had happened. The whole place was awash in scarlet. Blood streaked the city streets, trickling into every gap and crack, as the victims were messily drained of their lifesource. Whoever was behind this wanted the world to know. And that was when he witnessed the first of them turn.
A Mass Embrace? These Kindred definitely reeked of the Sabbat, and if not, they weren’t anyone who had been presented before the Prince; he would know. There wasn’t a second left to spare — he had to find you immediately. In his line of sight, he saw one of the culprits feeding on you greedily, and the primal rage he felt within him almost caused his Beast to take over. He hunched over and growled ferociously. His features transformed into something monstrous and his eyes were crazed as globs of saliva dribbled down his mouth.
It was fanning the flames of a Frenzy, one where he would slaughter every being in his path regardless of who they were, tearing them from limb to limb, and eviscerating their carcasses for what they had done to you. But his concern for your well-being won him over. Mustering up his willpower, he resisted the Beast as much as he could, and though he was still enraged, he needed to think straight and prioritize getting you to safety. That was all that mattered.
In the bat of an eye, he zipped across, yanking the other vampire away from your limp body, as they traded rapid blows. Another aggressor joined in the fight, as Leon dodged their swift counterattacks with deceptive ease, before connecting his right fist to one of their jaws and dealing a precise uppercut with his left to the other’s ribs, catching both of them off-guard.
Everything seemed to pass by in quicktime as he moved with an unnatural grace, spinning mid-air over one of their backs, only to grab the other from behind and slam him to the ground savagely. Gathering the rest of his strength, he took advantage of the momentum to stomp on the vampire’s head with the heel of his shoe. There was a nauseating crunch as his skull caved in from the blunt force trauma, splintering and sending blood splashing across the pavement, driving him straight into torpor. One down, one more to go.
The brutality of the violence he had displayed unnerved him, yet fuelled his excitement as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He attributed it to being partially influenced by the Beast the moment those bastards had put your life in danger. At least he had not fully succumbed to it. That was what he tried to tell himself while putting a lid on his unquenchable thirst for more. More violence. More bloodshed. They deserve it…
A cacophony of ghastly howls erupted from a distance, bringing him back to reality. Jill, it had to be, Leon realized. The Sheriff was coming to subdue this severe breach of the Masquerade. As the other vampire lunged at him, Leon’s reflexes took over, timing it such that he skirted the edge of the assault unscathed. Instead, he circled around, placing the attacker in an unyielding headlock. The vampire struggled vigorously, attempting to kick and claw his way out of Leon’s grip.
It was then that he heard Jill’s gruff yells in the vicinity, as the pack of dogs under her control barked and gnashed their teeth viciously at the remaining offenders, clamping down on their legs to prevent them from escaping. The Hound, a group of Kindred who reported to her, had arrived in tow, twirling wooden shafts in their hands, each sharpened at one end. Grinning menacingly, they struck at the assailants, staking them immobile before dragging them away.
“You need this one?” Leon called out. He might as well play by their rules where he got the chance, even if the Prince himself had decreed a perpetual Blood Hunt on the Sabbat. Anything to be in the former’s good graces. It was all for show, anyway.
Jill turned sharply, her mouth contorting into a wicked smirk, as she stalked towards him. “Leon… always at the right place, right time, huh?” Her voice was more akin to brutish snarl, but he knew when she meant her threats and when she didn’t. At this point, she was on his side.
“We have our hands full of the rebellious trash.” She jerked her thumb back to her crew, who were skulking around in the dark with their catch. “Kill this motherfucker.”
Without hesitation, Leon snapped the vampire’s neck clean, ripping his head off in the process as his lifeless body fell to the ground in a heap. Letting out a huff from the effort, he tossed the head aside, feeling nothing for the wretched being that lay at his feet. Or did he? He chose not to dwell on it any further, finding something else to distract himself with as he glanced down at his clothes, frowning when he noticed they were smeared with all sorts of fluids and innards. Dry cleaning was gonna be a bitch.
Jill signaled towards your body with her chin. “This one’s barely alive.”
“She’s mine.” A deep-seated possessiveness surged through him as he stepped between you and Jill, unwilling to let you be snatched away from his grasp again. Swooping down, he lifted you into his arms, ready to cart you off from this gruesome site. “Please, I don’t have much time.”
Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head and a low rumble reverberated from her chest. “Alright, pretty boy. You’re answerable to the Prince though,” she warned.
“Understood,” he replied snippily, cringing at the nickname she often used to wind him up.
Directing her attention once again to her Hound, she commanded, “Torch the rest!”
The poor, newly created vampires never stood a chance, dealing with both the life-changing alterations to their bodies and the molotov cocktails now lobbed at them. They had no idea what was happening as they were set aflame in the towering bonfire, screeching and wailing until they were reduced to nothing but ashes. The smell of singed skin and flesh hung in the air.
Tightening his grip on you, Leon recoiled involuntarily in fear as he fled from the raging inferno. “Hang in there for me,” he whispered, praying to a long-forgotten god that he wouldn’t be too late this time.
Racing like his life depended on it, he kept to the shadows, using the cover of darkness to navigate through the maze of Raccoon City towards his haven.
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𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒘
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — meeting him might be the best to ever happen to you. He showed you things you've never thought you'd try, he learned you to stand up for yourself and be confident. For Bucky Barnes you were an angel, a savior and maybe the one he's been searching for all his life.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — ceo!bucky barnes × baker!fem!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — sex. minors dni. many first timers, like bucky is literally showing her how it's done hence the name of the story. probably angst and some shit but also fluff
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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪
(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)
this section’s pairing: bachelor!fwb!steve x fem!exotic dancer!fwb!hargrove!reader
𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors SKIDDADDLE pls
Pillow Princess • deleted scene
Blissful mornings with Steve. Cooking with Shy Girl. Accidental tea with Eddie’s mug.
timeline: this takes place during the 2 week period where shy girl & eddie weren’t really speaking to each other
author’s note ✍🏼: i am so thankful for all your lovely messages about this fanfic, and all your messages about how you’ve all fallen for both steve and eddie. i also love how y’all have a little subculture of team steve & team eddie going (all while remaining respectful with the discourse) and you’re reasoning behind who shy girl is more better off being with.
that being said, i know a majority of you miss steve because eddie is being a little asshole towards us right now, so here is some steve loving as a late thanksgiving present and to celebrate 500+ notes on call me what you want (the main page)❤️🔥 -madelyn
NSFW — edging, biting if you look under a microscope, p in v sex (protected), dirty talk, sneaky shy girl and big boi steve; also aftercare and fluff but not really a disclaimer
word count: 1.5k words
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“You’re so pretty, baby,” Steve whispers into your ear as he slams his length into you. “Takin’ me so fucking nicely.”
You’ve learned to keep yourself as quiet as you possibly could whenever you’re over at Steve and Eddie’s. You know, ever since the last time gave you away.
This time you’re against Steve’s wall, taking him from behind in an upright doggy, simply because his headboard would’ve easily snitched on all your early morning festivities.
Steve is testing your limits this A.M., your aching core begging to at least let one little scream escape into the energy field that is his room. But you refuse, and Steve refuses, evident by him having you bite down on a rolled up shirt of his, and his threats to edge you if you dare to utter a noise.
And taking Steve while standing? While he pounds into you at that particular angle? It was an all access pass to complete bliss, a fast track ticket to heaven on earth. You do your best to not cum, because Steve would edge you too if you dared. It does require the utmost strength, though because the little nerves that surround your fucked-out cunt were constantly going off like a firework show.
Steve moves your hair out of your way as he thrusts, mindful to give you soft little kisses against the crook of your neck.
You let out a resigned whimper.
“Shhh,” Steve shushes you with a slight chuckle. “Eddie’s gonna hear.”
“L-let him,” you manage to utter through your pleasure. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Steve’s hands travel down to your hips, resting there briefly before going to spread your asscheeks apart, just so the conceited King can see firsthand the damage he’s causing your sore little pussy.
You moan into his shirt as you bite down harder.
“Are you getting close, baby?” Steve asks you, pummeling into you as he rubs your clit. “Is my pillow princess about to cum all over me?”
“Mm — mhm,” you manage. “You just feel so fucking good, Steve.”
“I know, I know,” he whispers as he nibbles your ear. “You can do it, baby. Just wait for me.”
You and Steve chase your orgasms together as the sun goes up.
Right in time for breakfast.
You make your way into Steve’s shower, getting the warm water started as he rolls off his condom and washes his hands. Showering with Steve is your favorite part of aftercare, mainly because he scratches the sweet part of your scalp thoroughly when he shampoos your hair. It’s not like you expected any less, Steve Harrington as far as you know, is an expert about hair.
“Sick trophies, by the way,” you compliment him as you two wash up together.
“Oh, thanks!” Steve grins. “I was kinda thinking of squaring those away to make room for other things. Definitely don’t wanna be that guy who peaked in high school, you know?”
“I don’t think you peaked in high school.”
“Thanks, but that doesn’t change my mind,” Steve shakes his head. “I mean, I woke up without an alarm back then, I was in great shape, and just seemed a lot more laid back.”
“But now you’re a working man,” you grin. “Who does his best, has a schedule so crammed it’d make any 10th grader cry, and sometimes oversleeps because he was up all night with a stripper he was foolish enough to take home.”
Steve laughs at your remark. “You’re worth the extra hour of sleep though, Hargrove.” He kisses you softly against your lips. “Don’t you worry.”
There is one thing you wouldn’t mind Steve getting rid of in his room, though. It was a picture of him and Nancy, at the Hawkins High homecoming dance during their junior year. But of course, you don’t directly say that to him.
Your need to make Steve some pancakes only grows stronger when you hop out of the shower. Tossing one of his oversized t-shirts over your head, you strut your way into the kitchen to gather all the ingredients for your Shy Girl Grand Slam. On days where you, Billy, and Max weren’t fighting, the Grand Slam was something all of you looked forward to in the morning.
You hum to yourself as you gather the ingredients: water flour, a couple eggs, some butter, milk, vanilla extract, berries, a bowl, a mixer, and a measuring cup.
Additionally, you decide to make yourself some tea as the pancakes cook. You help yourself to a packet of Steve’s favorite Earl Grey blend and then reach for a fun little Garfield mug in the corner of the center kitchen cabinet.
There seems to be no sign of Eddie this morning so you can be as obnoxious as you want in the kitchen. You didn’t want to face him, anyway. After the awkward ordeal in his van.
“I can’t get involved with a coworker… it’ll open up another can of worms.”
Your boss’s busy life continues beyond work. Eddie usually leaves Hellfire at 6:00 pm on the week days, and makes pit stops at the grocery store and a mobile home park called Forest Hills until 9:30. So, during this time, you and Steve get takeout, watch some shows, and mess around while he’s gone. By the time Eddie is home, the house is technically asleep.
But now it’s a new day and the whole house is awake. And it’s a 50/50 chance Eddie is still home and about to catch you in the kitchen again.
A loud, obnoxious yawn startles you in place.
“GOOOD MORNING, HAWKINS!” Eddie roars while he stretches, marching his way into the kitchen.
There it is.
Of course Steve is still getting ready in his room when Eddie makes his debut. This essentially volun-tells you to acknowledge him.
Eddie flashes a curious glance your way as he saunters in, trying to come up with something to say to you because, he too, knows that this is awkward.
“Good morning, Hargrove,” Eddie attempts with you.
“Hey,” you mumble without looking at him.
Five days since he told you he couldn’t mess around with a colleague. Six days since he was doing exactly that. How could anything be normal again?
And the fucked up part is that you think about him still. The way he wrapped his arms around you and how you two swayed so comfortably in place. The way he smiles against your skin when he says something to make you blush. And you dwell on your shared trauma — his mom passing, his abusive father, his piece of shit brothers. It’s like you’re from the same universe, but at the same time worlds apart.
And now you’re, aggressively, dipping your tea bag in and out of the hot water as you think about Steve’s face when you told him about Eddie. And wanting to include Eddie. Oh how broken Steve must’ve felt. The fact that he was still willing to be your friend with benefits knowing you’re also attracted to his roommate and best friend stuns you every time. But you suppose at least some pussy is better than none.
Eddie’s eyes trail down to the mug you’re holding. You can’t really read his expression, but judging by how long he fixes his gaze, you know it means something.
“Like your mug,” is all he says.
“It stood out to me,” you explain. “I thought it was the coolest one in the cabinet.”
“Mm.”
Eddie roams carefully around the kitchen, almost if he refuses to take up space around the same time you do. He settles for a banana, fiddling around with it as he eyes you intently.
“Are you coming in today?” Eddie questions you.
“Yeah,” you shrug. “If you need dancers.”
“Of course I do,” he gives a weak smile. “You ladies keep Hellfire afloat. I wouldn’t be here without you all.”
You finally look at him. Like really look at him. Eddie’s tired eyes light up at the connection. You really want to be mad at him, fall into his arms again, but you can’t. Nonetheless, you choose to stand your ground until he apologizes.
“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll come in.”
“Awesome,” Eddie attempts a smile.
“Awesome,” you give him a tight smile back.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
When he realizes there’s nothing left to say, Eddie gathers his paperwork and the rest of his daily belongings before shuffling out the door. And like clockwork, that’s when Steve emerges from his room, with an outfit and hairstyle on the complete opposite side of the spectrum, ready to start his day.
“Hey, cutie!” Steve cheers as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Aw, that’s Eddie’s mug. His mom gave it to him before she died. He refuses to get rid of it.”
“Oh…” you said. “I had no idea. That it was his mug, I mean.”
“Wouldn’t blame you,” Steve shrugs as he gets some plates out for the both of you. “Dude usually doesn’t let anyone touch it so it typically stays tucked away. I’m surprised he let you use it this morning.”
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Hello, can you do a ohshc head cannon where y/n has superpower (preferably fire powers) and gets caught using them in private by them?❤️🔥❤️
Ohh! Of course! (^◡^ ) Note: Because I’m extra, I’m doing this from the perspective that Y/N’s parents are wealthy scientists or something and experimented on Y/N growing up, which inevitably lead to Y/N getting fire powers ❤️🔥
Note 2: I’m back after finishing this, and realized this fic got pretty off track from the original request. I’m so sorry, anon omg🥲
OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader [w/ fire powers]
💙 Hikaru 💙
When you eventually reveal your secret powers and your past to Hikaru… he doesn’t believe you.
Even as you’re literally producing a flame out of thin air in the palm of your hand, he still doesn’t believe you.
He honestly assumes you’re just pranking him, or that Kaoru put you up to it.
Hikaru scoffs. “Please. It’s obviously some up the sleeve trick, or one of those mechanisms they use on movie and TV.” He insist, crossing his arms and looking away from you.
“…Hikaru. I am literally opening up a out how my parents used me as a science experiment, and how it resulted in me having these abnormal powers. Please stop being a brat and LOOK.” You produce a larger flame in the palms of your hands.
It takes a lot of convincing, but he eventually believes you and feels bad for accusing you of lying to him.
He “makes it up to you” by calling you nicknames such as ‘hot stuff’ and whatnot.
🤍 Tamaki 🤍
You explain your situation to him. He listens intently, not completely understanding, but he’s trying to be supportive.
Then you show him by producing a small flame in your hand and he freezes… then he freaks out.
“Y/N! Watch out!” He launches at you and tackles you to the floor, covering you with his body to try and protect you from that sudden burst of fire.
“Wha?! N-No, Tamaki, look!” You dissipate the flame and then create a very, very tiny flame in your palm. “It’s coming from me. Don’t worry… I know how to control the intensity of it.” You whisper.
He gazes down at you in awe, the flicker of light illuminating both your facial features.
His breathing is slow and he hesitantly reaches towards your hand, his lanky fingers hovering over your extremely small fire. “…It doesn’t hurt you, does it?” He whispers back.
You find yourself smiling at his concern. “No, no. It doesn’t hurt, at all.”
“…You’re certain?” Tamaki cups your face in his hands as he gazes at you with a frown, heavily concerned. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours.
You flush, “T-Tamaki, I’m fine! Really!”
Yeah, definitely expect him to dote on you… more than usual, I mean.
❤️ Haruhi ❤️
You explain your past to her and… she doesn’t exactly understand.
It’s not that she doesn’t believe you. I mean, Honey-Senpai is legally considered a war weapon, so why wouldn’t she believe you about this?
It’s just… it’s abnormal for her, you know? Your situation sounds like something you would only hear of in movies or animes.
Then you go and present your powers to her.
Admittedly she startles at first. Once she’s able to wrap her head around everything though, she obviously doesn’t think any differently of you.
If anything, she just feels sad for you. Your parents experimented on you!
She gets the strong urge to tell your parents off, but she knows it’s not necessarily her place to say anything since she doesn’t know all the details. Although, she may lecture them about it when she gets the chance to meet them.
Haruhi assures you she’s always there for you whenever you need to talk about your situation.
💗 Honey 💗
He bawls, full on ugly cries, as you explain your situation to him.
You try to assure him it’s “not as bad as it sounds”, but he merely frowns at your words, definitely believing you’re underplaying what you’ve been through.
It’s… a complicated series of emotions. So, to change the subject, you show off your powers to Honey.
You mess around with a few different flames sizes, and present some small fire tricks to him.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem to react right away. It’s like he knows you’re just trying to distract him from the initial subject. Honey then smiles at you, “You’re amazing, Y/N.” His expression is so tender and genuine, it makes you flush.
In your flustered state you accidentally ignite a very large flame. You and Honey both jolt and you hastily put it out.
“…….Ehehe… sorry about that.” You chuckle awkwardly, your face flushed red.
“…..” Honey simply laughs and presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re too cute, Y/N-chan!”
🧡 Kaoru 🧡
He holds your hand as you open up about your past and how your parents would experiment on you.
Kaoru about damn near cries. You were literally born just to be a test subject.
“Y/N…” Kaoru whispers with a frown, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
Before you can fluster too much at Kaoru’s unfiltered concern for your well-being, you hastily show off a tiny flame to him with your free hand.
His breath hitches at the sight, a smile slowly stretching across his face. It’s a small smile, but it’s still a smile nonetheless.
“…Are you okay?” He gives your hand another gentle squeeze.
Blushing, you shyly avert your gaze and dissipate the flame. “I’m fine. The fire doesn’t hurt.”
Kaoru shakes his head. “No. I meant are you okay? Emotionally? You were experimented on from a young age and for so many years…” Kaoru trails off, averting his own gaze with a heavy frown.
…You… You break down, to be honest. Kaoru is quick to hold you, comforting you. This man speaks the sweetest words of reassurance, and reminds you that you can always confide in him.
💜 Kyoya 💜
Well, when you explain your past to him, he isn’t too surprised.
Kyoya obviously already knows about your parents’ occupations and a large sum of their history, but… he’ll admit he had no idea just how messed up they are.
Don’t get it mixed up, he obviously knows your parents are pretty messed in the head, however the way you explain what you’ve been through… it’s pretty damn twisted.
Cupping your hands together, you present a small flicker of flame to Kyoya, silently showing him your… ‘powers’. The effects of your parents experiments.
Kyoya appears genuinely interested. Well, who wouldn’t? He cups his chin beneath his finger and leans forward to observe the flame that you just… summoned from thin air.
“I see… I must say, Y/N, you’re a very strong individual. I can’t even begin to imagine what you felt like going through all of that alone.” Kyoya says in his usual ‘I’m calm and collected’ voice, though you can sense the genuineness in his tone.
Over the coming weeks, expect him to observe you and your abilities often, and occasionally discreetly asking you questions related to your abilities. Sue him, he has to take notes on this phenomenon.
🖤 Mori 🖤
He holds you in his lap and pets your head when you eventually open up about your past to him.
“I’m sorry, Takashi. This must be a lot for you to take in.” I murmur weakly against his chest, clutching at the front of his shirt line a lifeline as you sniffle and tear up.
Mori hums, carefully combing his lanky fingers through your hair. “Sounds like it was a lot for you to deal with.” His eyes briefly flutter shut and he presses a kiss to your temple.
You sniffle and nod. “Yeah… Yeah, it was.” You sigh heavily, “But at least I can do this..?” You show off a tiny flame in your hands, trying to look on the bright side of thing. Pun not intended.
Mori’s brows raise and he carefully grips both of your wrists, and brings them up close to his face to observe them.
You dissipate the flame and he blinks. Mori takes a moment longer to examine your hands, his thumb gently caressing your palm that held the flame.
He then presses his lips to your palm, planting a firm kiss there. “…It’s warm.” Mori states, gazing at you through his lashes. Your face then begins to feel warm as well, but not due to your fire abilities.
OHSHC Masterlist
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Masterlist
Fluff 💞| Smut 🔥| Angst 🧊| Allusions to/smut-adjacent ❤️🔥 | Semi-dark ♟️| Light Angst ❄️
Series
Bucky Barnes
You Catch More Bees With Honey (Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU
Steve Rogers
The Rainmaker (Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU
Kill for Me (Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)
Good Things (lost love, bbf! Steve x reader) (coming soon)
Stucky?
Guardian Angel (Mafia! Stucky x Bodyguard! Reader) ???
Ari Levinson
Bigger Houses (Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader) a series based off Dan and Shay’s latest Album
Curtis Everett
Handiwork (Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU
Jimmy Dobyne
The Banes of the Ball (Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader)
Lloyd Hansen
Kill for Me (Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)
One-Shots
Steve Rogers
Sick of It ❄️💞 Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it
Jake Jensen
Touch My Butt💞❤️🔥 Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman
Wait Until We Get Home 🔥 (CT 2024) You promised Jake anything he wanted if he could keep his hands to himself until you got home
Curtis Everett
From Both Ends 💞❄️ When work and responsibilities spill over, Curtis helps you clean it up
Morning Mewl 💞(PhD Candidate! Curtis) Curtis is nervous for his PhD defense
I’m So, So Proud of You 💞🔥 Curtis is proud of you for getting that job
Ransom Drysdale
Meet the Parents 💞❤️🔥 You prep Ransom to meet your family
A What in Church? 💞🔥 (CT 2024) (can be read as a continuation of Meet the Parents or stand-alone) Ransom agrees to come to church with you and your family
Lloyd Hansen
Saint or Sinner? 🔥♟️ Lloyd wants to know how much it takes for a Saint to break
Random and Extras
The Great British Baking Show With the Babes
Movie Reviews
Sebastian Stan
Chris Evans
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Plss do 5, 22 and 14 for Lily again. I just love her so much😅
5. Best personality trait
one of the things that i’ve always found striking in lily’s letter to sirius in DH is both how immediately warm she comes across, but also how brimming with emotion she is. the ‘thank you, thank you, for harry’s birthday present’ is this lovely, affectionate, slightly dramatic opener. the letter is obviously desperately sad - especially with hindsight - but it’s also emotionally confessional (she ‘cried all evening’ when she heard about the McKinnons), gossipy (‘it seems impossible to believe that dumbledore was ever really friends with grindelwald. i think bathilda’s mind is going, personally’), even spiteful (‘no complaints’ about harry smashing petunia’s vase). her love and concern for james is all over the letter, but so is her concern for peter (‘i thought he seemed down’). even the act of writing the letter and conveying to his godfather how much harry loved his present shows her concern for sirius, too, wanting to make him a part of the moment he missed. i think what i like about it is that if even the letter isn’t a completely truthful insight into lily’s feelings about being in hiding — she doesn’t describe her likely feelings of fear for harry, although we get this little hint about frustrations told through james, and mention of dumbledore having the cloak — it does still give a portrait of a character who feels her feelings deeply and brims with emotion. it’s particularly striking because it also is a rare lapse from jkr’s usual (clumsy, unjust) female characterisations in the series, where female characters are condemned for being gossipy or melodramatic or are rewarded in the narrative for being stoic. that lily ‘cried all evening’ over the mckinnons’ deaths is so indicative of a character who wasn’t yet war-weary (never had a chance to be), so did grief in a very open, unabashed way, and i just love that.
(it also shows how harry, the stoic/emotionally repressed young man, is a function more of his upbringing rather than his parents’ personalities - james is an open book in what little we see of him in canon, and lily clearly was effusive, chatty, heart on her sleeve and had her many emotions right there at the surface. it gives a glimpse of what harry could have been, or could still be, in peacetime. that harry immediately cries when he reads lily’s letter for the first time is this lovely little moment of aspects of the mother coming through in the usually very tightly-wound, repressed son.)
14. Most heroic moment
aside from the - er - canonically lauded and obvious, it’s got to be her joining the order straight out of school, especially as a muggleborn. to put herself at that level of personal risk for a resistance movement age eighteen as a member of a socially marginalised persecuted group is a major slay. lily likely had only been close with the marauders for a year at most (assuming going out with james was the conduit for those friendships, which it seems in canon like it was). so we can assume that she had her own political awakening and her interest in resistance politics wasn’t limited to her association with james and the gang. and i think that is Cool!
22. Best physical feature
if people were still banging on about how gorgeous my eyes were after i’ve been in the ground for a decade i’d be pretty chuffed, let me tell ya! people were falling over themselves/slamming the brakes/stopping traffic/climbing over barbed wire fences to tell lily’s son he had her eyes. those must have been some gorgeous peepers. also you know that hair was fire. that glossy dark red — whew! the potters are a haircare dynasty, remember. they know luscious locks when they see them. it had body, it had volume, it had magic of its own — lily evans’ hair was the moment ❤️🔥
#lily evans#headcanons#every time i do marauders headcanons i get nervous what do we think this means#lily potter#marauders#ask game#jily
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❤️ - fluff ❤️🔥 - smut ❤️🩹 - angst
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Two Ghosts - Masterlist ❤️❤️🩹
One Shots:
"Why are you so nice to me?" - part 1 ❤️❤️🔥❤️🩹
The Four Times Frank Almost Asks You to Marry Him, and the One Time He Does ❤️❤️🩹
Dancing on the Ceiling ❤️🔥
I’ll Never Let Anyone Hurt You ❤️🩹
Have You Ever Seen the Rain ❤️❤️🩹
The Punisher vs. The Cat ❤️
Jealousy ❤️
No Funny Business ❤️🔥
Wherever You Go, I Go ❤️🩹
Holidate (Christmas Special!) ❤️❤️🔥❤️🩹
I’m With You (Always) ❤️🩹
The Great War (SongFic) ❤️🩹
Tease Me Before You Please Me (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️🔥
Play Time (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️🔥
Show Me How Much You Missed Me (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️🔥
Favorite Kind of Trouble (poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️🔥
Bad Dreams (Hold Me Closer)-(poly! Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️🔥❤️🩹
Touch Me ❤️🔥
Waltz of the Vigilantes ❤️🔥❤️
Let Me Help You ❤️❤️🩹
Honey Come Home ❤️❤️🔥❤️🩹
I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me ❤️❤️🔥❤️🩹
An Unexpected Delight (poly!Fratt x Reader) ❤️🔥
Good Girls Get Rewarded ❤️🔥
Be My Baby ❤️🔥❤️
Headcanons:
Frank Reacting to Your Parents Being Mean to You ❤️
NSFW Alphabet ❤️🔥
Birthday Celebrations❤️
Frank With An Inexperienced Reader ❤️🔥❤️
Ficlets:
Frank Snapping at Touchy Reader ❤️🩹
Stumbling In (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock) ❤️🩹
Spelling Out 'I Love You' (poly!Matt x f!Reader x Frank) ❤️
Safe and Sound (SongFic) ❤️🩹❤️🔥
Morning Sex w/ Frank ❤️❤️🔥
Frank Comforts a Crying Reader ❤️🩹❤️
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