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Americano PT. 4 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: thank u guys for waiting and having patience! enjoy reading <3

W/C: 4.092

part three

"I'm craving a late-night dessert."

I lazily text Luis, shifting on my hotel room bed in Girona. The minimalist interior helping my mind rest after the very hectic and stressful day.

The match against Girona FC was a blazing success with a 3-0 win for us, and what better way to celebrate than having good food?

My eyes widen slightly at the message popping up on the screen, reading Luis' response quickly.

"Meet me at the restaurant in twenty."

I immediately plant my feet down on the floor, sliding the hotel slippers on. Hurriedly having to put on something appropriate since my pyj wouldn't cut it. Rummaging through my small suitcase, I grab my just-in-case slip dress. I would always pack a dress for situations exactly like these. Thankfully, it hadn't wrinkled that much, still looking acceptable enough to be worn out.

I pull the dress over my frame, checking it out in the mirror. Fixing my appearance a bit, for once glad I was too lazy to remove my makeup.

I grab my phone and keycard, walking out of my hotel room. My sandals clicking against the marble floor and echoing throughout the spacious hallway.

I press the elevator button, scrolling through my phone as I wait for the elevator to travel up to my floor. The doors open a moment later with a small noise. I raise my head, ready to step forward, watching the doors slide open patiently, but freeze when I see Vinicius and Jude stand in the elevator.

Both men are dressed up to some extent. Vini just wearing a white T-shirt, while Jude is dressed in a gray cardigan.

It wasn't even that cold..

"Hi?" I greet, trying to keep my facial expression neutral, stepping inside reluctantly. My eyes darting over to the panel of buttons.

"Hey, where are you going?" Vini asks, and at that moment I see the restaurant button already lit up.

"The restaurant- like you guys?"

"Celebrating tonight's win, some others are joining us as well."

"Really? No curfew tonight?"

"We got an exception." He winks, making me chuckle.

"Oh, that's nice!" I comment, leaning against the elevator wall. The conversation quieting down and becoming slightly more awkward. Jude's annoying and negative energy pissing me off a bit.

"You're going alone?" I hear a moment later, my eyes darting back to Vini.

"No, I'm meeting Luis there. He's on a different floor."

The elevator suddenly stops at a different level, the doors sliding open to reveal a family of four. A mother and father, guiding their very tired-looking children into the small space.

I exchange a smile with the mom, stepping aside to make room for them. Cringing when my hand makes accidental contact with Jude's leg. I immediately fold my arms up in disgust, trying to shuffle a couple centimeters away from him.

An awkward silence surrounds us again, the minute or two it takes for the elevator to arrive feeling like hours at this point.

We finally arrive at our floor after the family gets off to their level. The restaurant has beautiful outside seating. Pretty green trees and plants decorating the area nicely. I can hear Vini and Jude walking right behind me as I walk closer towards the seating area.

My eyes catch Luis sitting with some players. Watching carefully, I realize they had already combined multiple tables. Making it a table for ten.

So, now I have to sit with all of these men, as the only woman?

I enjoyed the company of all of these men except one, but still- I just wanted my little dessert and go to bed.

I notice only three chairs being available, all across from Luis.

"Hi guys." I greet, looking at them. I slide my chair back to sit right across from Luis, both of us sitting at the end of our table. The other players greeting and welcoming us nicely.

I adjust my dress as I sit down, hearing the scrape of the chair next to me. I look up, staring right at Jude's side profile.

I bite back a sigh and look away, my eyes skimming the table.

"Is everyone going to enjoy their orange juice?" I joke, knowing they weren't allowed to drink tonight, nor was it encouraged.

I hear a couple grumbles and laugh, looking over at Luis.

"What are you getting?" I ask as he hands me the menu. I flip all the way to the back, finding the dessert category.

"Crema catalana, and I'm still thinking about my drink."

I hum, continuing to mentally debate on what I should get, eyes roaming over all of the delicious-sounding desserts.

After much overthinking, I decide to order a classic cheesecake, along with a virgin mojito. I look around to find a waiter, one finally catching my eye. I raise my hand to call him over, allowing the others to order first, fidgeting with my necklace while I wait for my turn.

I look up at the waiter when he starts speaking in English, realizing Jude is ordering and it’s my turn next.

"What would the beautiful lady like?" He says, not switching back to Spanish for some reason. I give him an awkward smile, quickly giving my order.

The waiter isn't necessarily bad-looking or anything, he's alright, just visibly not my age.

Way older for sure.

He repeats my order to me, and I try to listen intently, noticing his eyes flicker to my chest. I nod in confirmation when he's done, reluctantly handing him the menu when his ogling of my chest intensifies. I don’t miss the creepy spine chilling smirk he gives me, but I give him a blank face, not entertaining his bullshit.

I exhale when he finally leaves, shifting in my chair. Trying to calm my annoyance.

"You okay?" Luis asks, glancing at me concerned. His shoe making contact with mine.

"I'm okay. I'll go to the restroom for a moment." I whisper, grabbing my phone off the table and getting up.

I walk into the restroom. The beige and dark gray decorated space looking gorgeous, especially with the nice lighting.

I get to the sink and wash my hands to refresh myself. Deciding to take a couple pictures. I had noticed that I barely had good pictures of myself on these short trips. I definitely had to remember to capture these moments more often.

After spending a good five minutes snapping tens, or maybe even hundreds, of pictures, I realize I had to head back to our table.

I mentally prepare myself, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to punch the waiter square in the jaw.

Can a woman wear a pretty dress and not be made uncomfortable by a man for once?

The guys I was with did not say one thing or did not look at me in a weird way at all. So, why did the stupid waiter have to ruin my mood?

I take a deep breath, open the restroom door, and walk back to our table. Conversations and jokes being made in full motion put me in a better mood, and I get an idea.

"Guys, let me take a picture of you all." I suggest, seeing some of them look up. Voices of agreement being spoken.

"Whose phone should I use?" I ask, going to stand at the head of the table. Jude handing his phone to me. Realizing he must've understood my question.

I decide to not say anything and just take the phone, snapping some very nice, memorable photos.

"Take a selfie! You need to be in it as well." I hear Brahim urge, his arm wrapped around Antonio's.

I nod, flipping to the front camera, positioning the phone so everyone can be seen properly, and take a few more pictures. Finishing up, I hand the phone back to Jude, going to sit down again.

After indulging in numerous conversations, our orders finally arrive, brought by the same waiter as before. I'm aware he can't bring all orders at once, so I wait patiently, watching him hand out a couple orders at a time.

As expected, my order comes last. The waiter places my cheesecake in front of me, my eyes follow the delicious, creamy dessert-

SPLASH!

I feel ice cubes and cold liquid spill all over me.

There is no fucking way this just happened to me...

This had to be on purpose, because there is no way.

My eyes and mouth go as wide as dishes. I look down at my wet dress, drenched in my mojito. Broken shards of glass now on the floor, next to my feet.

The entire table goes quiet, and I suddenly want to be buried alive.

Is this real life right now?

I look up at the waiter, watching him scramble for the handkerchief in his back pocket. I'm still frozen, in shock as his hand inches closer to me. To my horror, he starts dabbing and rubbing the damn cloth on my drenched chest.

Absolutely not, this couldn't be real...

I snap out of it, realizing this man was touching my body, and open my mouth to curse him out until a hand grips at the waiter's wrist. I can practically see it turn white until it's pushed away from my proximity with a scary strength.

"Don't touch her."

I hear an unusually deep, calm voice say and immediately know who it belongs to.

I don't even dare to look his way, whether it's because I'm so fucking embarrassed or- no I was absolutely horrified.

I watch the waiter clutch his wrist, trying to look as unbothered by the pain as possible, as he starts spewing millions of apologies to an enraged Jude.

"Don't apologize to me! You touched her!" He says loudly, gesturing to me. Frustration painted all over his face.

Oh shit

No way, he just defended me

I finally gather the courage to look at him, forgetting all of my words completely as I watch the situation unfold. Along with Jude, the entire table erupts in voices of disagreement. All of them practically ganging up on the waiter.

The waiter’s expression falters again as a string of more apologies leave his mouth. I can't help but just stare at him, unable to say or do anything.

"Can we see the manager?" I hear Antonio say, beginning to usher the waiter away.

The waiter finally leaves to collect the manager, and I look down at my body, uncomfortably starting to wipe away at the sticky residue of the sweet beverage left on my skin.

Talk about a mess.

Luis stands up from his chair, coming to help me as I can hear soft murmurs coming from the rest of the table. Hearing curse words in multiple languages mumbled underneath their breath.

I do hear a couple reassuring words, female staff members coming to help me out. After a couple of minutes of trying to clean myself off in the restroom, I finally walk back. Feeling much better and cleaner, though still in shock.

A damn late-night snack suddenly turned into whatever this mess was...

When I sit down, I notice three empty chairs, realizing both Jude, Brahim, and Antonio are gone. I look at Luis, shooting him a questioning look.

"They went to the manager, to you know what.."

I didn't know what 'you know what' meant, but I imagine it wouldn't be good for the creepy waiter.

It doesn't take long before they return to their seats, along with a nicely dressed older man. He makes instant eye contact with me, introducing himself as the manager before apologizing for the incident and offering for the table’s bill to be dropped.

That was the least of my worries. I was sitting at a table full of men earning millions every year, the bill wasn't an issue.

"I understand mistakes happen, your staff should be more careful next time." I begin, using elaborate hand gestures as I speak to him, trying to convey my frustration.

At this point, I had given up on my anger, just wanting it to be over with so I could finish my dessert and go back to my room.

"I'm just glad it wasn't anything hot, but really, I urge you get your staff in check. Doesn't really do well with the image of your establishment..." I state, throwing my hands up and raise a brow.

"Again, I apologize on behalf of our staff and establishment. Is there any way we could make it up to you? We already have your drink replacement on the way."

I open my mouth to speak, though I get distracted by a murmur coming from my right.

"Just fire the fuckin' creep, mate.."

I keep my facial expression neutral, pretending I didn't hear it, and continue speaking with the manager.

"No, truly, just a replacement for the drink is alright.." I wave my hand in rejection.

A couple minutes later, a waitress comes up to our table, handing me another drink. I thank her quickly, informing her of my appreciation.

We all return to our fun conversations after I reassure everyone that I'm a hundred percent alright. The mood picks up quite fast when the guys started talking about something funny that had happened in the changing room today.

I finally finish my well-deserved dessert, sipping on the last bits of my drink as I continue to listen to the guys.

I suddenly feel a gust of wind passing me, making me shiver a bit. The weather had definitely gotten way colder as it became later in the night.

I hear a scoff next to me at my reaction, and look in the direction of the noise. I raise my brows, puzzled, as Jude starts shrugging his cardigan off. The rest of the table still distracted by a story being told by Vini.

I freeze at his sudden movement, seeing him inch the cardigan over my back. His arms surround me as I watch him drape the cardigan onto my shoulders. His body very close to mine. His hands go up to close the cardigan, buttoning up the first two buttons.

My eyes travel from his hands to his face, not uttering a single word to him. Eyes widening when he leans to whisper in my ear.

"You're insufferable." He whispers to me, pulling back and looking away, his attention going back to Vinicius.

I smirk at the comment, somehow being glad he was being snarky. I adjust the cardigan a bit, looking at the back of his head.

"That's all you." I murmur quietly.

"Shut up." He mutters, finishing his drink, not glancing at me any further.

I stifle back a chuckle, returning my attention to the banter as well.

I felt insanely grateful for the normalcy for a moment, which with Jude was rare- if not never happened.

"What the fuck is this man even talking about?"

I groan, fighting the urge to bash my head against my keyboard. I was fifteen minutes into my lecture, not understanding a single word my professor had said. I was really impatient, and two times speed wasn't helping either.

I had finally sent in my stress-inducing essay. Now having to catch up on two 45-minute lectures. I found the plane ride to be a very good place to catch up, since it was almost three hours long from Girona back to Madrid. Though, I had forgotten to consider that I was running on minimal hours of sleep after last night’s turn of events.

"What are you whining about now? I'm trying to sleep here." I hear Luis mumble, turning my head to watch him pull his blanket down to reveal his face.

"Sorry, it's just this lecture I need to catch up on." I mumble, returning my attention back to my laptop screen and restarting the lecture. I adjust my grip on my pen and begin taking notes. Hoping I could understand my professor the second time around.

I hear some commotion and laughter in the back of the plane. Not wanting to get distracted, I raise the volume of my lecture, trying to focus completely.

My efforts are finally rewarded when I understand most of the information this time, sighing in relief as the first lecture ends.

"I am a genius." I mutter to myself. My ego was completely boosted now, and no one could tell me otherwise.

Or so I thought…

I instantly hear a loud laugh and look up, confused. I take out my earbuds and look to my right, Jude standing next to me.

Yeah, forget whatever happened yesterday, normal Jude had returned.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a restroom in the back of the plane?" I ask, fake-smiling at him.

"It's occupied, so I went to this one here." He states, arms crossed against his chest.

"Why are you bothering me then?"

"I heard the most outrageous words leave your mouth, couldn't help myself."

"Can you just let me listen to my lecture now if you're done?"

"What lecture?"

"Law lecture.."

"You study law?" He asks, bewildered. His hand inching closer as he snatches my precious notebook from my table and starts inspecting it.

"I do." I reply, scowling and reaching to get my notebook back.

"Because of your dad?"

"Maybe..." I respond, confused by the number of questions he's asking.

"Think you'd put me in jail rather than saving me from it."

"Well, fuck around and find out." I retort, getting even more annoyed. Our conversation gets interrupted by Eduardo before it gets too heated.

"What are you guys fighting about?" He asks, looking at us, way too amused for my liking.

"Her lecture." He says, pointing at my screen.

"Do you know she studies law?"

I watch Eduardo nod, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder.

"She’s our club’s future lawyer." He jokes, winking at me and patting my shoulder as I crack a smile at his words.

I hear Jude scoff, mumbling an annoyed 'whatever' as he goes to sit back in his seat.

"Is he okay?" I ask, wondering why he looked so pissed.

"He's fine. Just in a bad mood, I think." He replies, telling me he'll go back to his seat.

I nod, giving him a small wave before starting my second lecture.

"Right, but I don't think this could work. We have had great engagement since the beginning of the season, switching up our posting schedule would not have a positive impact- in my opinion."

We'd been in our monthly meeting with the marketing and PR team, and it was practically sucking the life out of me. Especially, with Valeria's stupid idea. I had no choice but to say something about it, because no one else looked like they dared to.

"Then- let's take the democratic approach. Who's in favor of changing the schedule?" Hugo suggests, looking around the room.

My eyes dart around the room, seeing some of Valeria's minions raise their hands. Thankfully, they aren't the majority.

"Okay, well, that tells us enough. Sorry, Valeria." Hugo chirps up, resting his forearms on the table.

I watch her face crumple up into a fake smile, and her gaze averts to me.

"Well, if that's what everyone thinks, It's fine."

"Then that concludes the meeting. Let's keep this up until the end of the year!"

I hold back a sigh of relief, glancing at Lina and Luis as they give me the exact same bored look.

"Come on." I urge, grabbing my laptop and folders. The three of us walking out of the meeting room and back to our desks.

"What are you guys going to do tonight?" I ask, grabbing a piece of gum from my desk and throwing the pack at Luis.

"Thanks! I think I'll just go to bed early. My sleeping schedule is messed up." He says, handing the pack to Lina.

"I'm celebrating my boyfriend's birthday. Fancy dinner, all of that stuff." She says, finally handing the pack to me, prompting me to put it away in my drawer.

"Really? How nice!” I comment, turning to Luis.

“Where’s your bird, old man-”

I begin, but I am rudely stopped by Luis' hand clamping over my mouth.

"We don’t talk about that." He says, his palm still on my face. I grab his wrist to take his hand off me, scoffing.

"I don't have any siblings, so you should step up and make me the bougie aunt-"

His hand clamps over my mouth again, making me sigh against it. Hearing Lina laugh at our antics.

"Don't say anything else."

I shake my head in response, grabbing his wrist again. "I won't." I mutter, having difficulty hiding the smile on my face due to how annoyed he looks.

"I have to leave, only way I can get ready on time." I hear Lina say, watching her collect her handbag.

"I'll leave with you- are you staying longer?" Luis asks, glancing at me, also beginning to pack his items.

"Yeah, I have something to do." I say, my eyes darting to the gray cardigan that is draped over the back of my chair.

They both leave the office minutes later, leaving me to tidy up my desk. I pack up my bag and don't forget to grab the cardigan as I make my way down.

I glance around when I walk down the flight of stairs, trying to find someone who would know Jude’s whereabouts. Finally, may I catch Brahim walking out of the restroom.

"Have you seen Jude?" I ask, walking up to him. My heavy bag resting on my shoulder as the cardigan is draped over my arm.

"He's in break-room three. Why are you asking?" He asks, raising a questioning brow at me and reaching up to fix his hair.

"I have to give him something."

I notice a slight change in his expression at my words, a small smile forming on his lips.

"What's with that look?" I ask, raising my own brow.

"Nothing, you should go. Don't want to miss him, do you?" He replies, his eyes going down to the cardigan in my hand.

I stare at him for a second, puzzled by his reply, but decide to ignore it.

"See you tomorrow, then." I say, waving to him as I walk up to the break room.

I reach over to the door handle, but retract my hand as the door is already opened by a familiar man, a huge suitcase behind him.

Wasn't this that one famous Instagram barber?

"Oh, sorry, is Jude in here?"

The man immediately steps aside, revealing Jude, sitting there in the chair, his hair definitely freshly cut.

The man leaves without speaking a word, leaving me standing there in the doorway.

"Didn't you already get your hair cut last week?" I ask, my voice loud, as I walk into the room instead of standing in the doorway.

I watch him stand up from his chair, his phone in his hand. It looked like I interrupted his photo shoot.

"I need to look good, obviously." He mutters, finally looking at me. His face crumpling with irritation.

"For what? The girls that run away when they find out how annoying you are?" I say, looking displeased.

Jude rolls his eyes, huffing, before looking away.

"Why are you even here?" He breathes out, voice thick with an unwelcoming tone.

"Oh- here." I mutter, remembering why I was there. I extend the cardigan to him, seeing his eyes soften for a moment.

"I washed it as well. Checked the label and everything." I add, my tone relaxed.

"Thank you." He finally says, folding the cardigan and throwing it over his shoulder.

A thank you? That was new.

We both stare at each other for a while, not knowing what to say next to one another.

I wanted to thank him for what happened back in Girona, but my ego and pride were holding me back like a dam holding back water.

A civilized conversation was something that never happened between us. Causing our silence to be even more awkward.

"Okay, that's all. I'm leaving." I finally say, shoving my hand in my pocket as I begin marching up to the door. Not looking back when I hear his phone ring loudly.

He answers the call quickly, and I sigh in relief, finally walking out of the break room, excited to go home.

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33max · 1 month

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# M A X F E S T 2 0 2 4 ✨

I want to say a huge thank you and well done to everyone who created something for Max Fest this year - I have enjoyed taking a sneak peek at all of these and can't wait to properly dive in and read!

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shallyne · 2 months

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I Was Reminiscing Just The Other Day

Another fic for @throneofglassmicrofics!! Thanks to my mom this time fore choosing the prompts: Hope and Luck.

Words: around 500

It's been four hours and Aelin was far from tired. When she had awoken that morning, the urge to go shopping in the shops of Orynth had overcome her. So naturally, she had dragged Rowan out of bed, baited him with the best coffee the city had to offer and went on her way. He had barely uttered more than 10 words until Aelin had pushed the coffee in his hands and although Rowan wasn't a very talkative person at all, it finally hadn't felt like she was talking to him in his hawk form, when he couldn't reply at all.

The weather mirrored Aelin’s mood, it was warm and the sun was shining brightly, no cloud in sight. She was just finishing the last of her chocolate croissant, happily humming to the tune of a street musician as she wiped crumbs from her blouse.

After being parted from her home for over a decade, this morning had felt the closest to normal since she took her place as the rightful Queen of Terrasen. The city was abuzz with life and laughter, bustling with her people.

A look to her right told her that Rowan was watching the city around him, too, with his second cup of coffee in one hand and her shopping bags in the other, and she would have thought he was trying to be alert for any danger if it wasn't for his expression. Calm. Serene. Full of wonder. And when three kids ran past them, only avoiding a crash because Rowan sidestepped him, he chuckled, his eyes shining brightly.

“What are you thinking about?” Aelin asked curiously.

Rowan turned his head towards her. He sighed and looked away, scanning the crowd they walked through. Aelin didn't expect he'd answer, giving him space with whatever he was thinking about, when he replied, “I'm thinking that we are very lucky to be able to walk these streets. Together.”

Aelin hadn't expected that answer, although she should have. Chuckling, she lightly punched his arm, “Are you getting soft with old age?”

Her mate rolled his green eyes, looking down on her with his grumpy fae male expression, “You're lucky I have my hands full or I'd help that attitude.”

Linking their arms together, she leaned closer and said silently, so only Rowan could hear, “If you check your attitude, maybe you will get lucky later.”

1:0 for Aelin, she thought when his eyes darkened, the words landing with their intended effect. She wriggled her eyebrows when his steps became slower.

“Let's get chocolate cake, then we go home.” she said.

“You just had a croissant.” Rowan complained.

Aelin shrugged, “You're never too full for chocolate cake.” she replied, taking his hand and pulling him into the next bakery.

She hadn't told him that he was right, that they were extremely lucky to walk these streets, to watch it being built up again after the war. That she could hear children's laughter in the streets, and music, that she had the privilege to shop with her mate.

Aelin had prayed for this.

She had hoped for this, and she was rewarded.

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slight-gaming-addict · 3 months

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Can i resquest swim - chase atlantic with Silver plz? ❤️‍🔥

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swim - chase atlantic

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pairing: silver x gn!reader

warnings: smut (not too graphic?), slight choking, i made silver a tad feral in this, im sorry im still new at smut and also tried my best to make the reader gn, not proofread

word count: 0.8k

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Silver had been staring at the back of your head ever since he watched you walk into the club. With the position he was in, he was able to easily follow your movements as you walked around the relatively large space.

He wasn't the one to get attached easily, so he found himself surprised at how mesmerized he was from a person he hasn't even met yet. He watched as your head fell back in a laugh at something the person you came in with, and he felt his body twitch at the want to go down there and talk to you.

There was a voice in the back of his mind warning him on how bad this would end, but at that moment he didn't care and he found himself standing in front of you at the bar you stood at. His mind was not in the right mindset for this, but as soon as your gazes met in the dimly lit club, he couldn't care less about any consequences.

It all ended as quickly as it started with you barely having enough time to shove a piece of paper into Silver's hand before he watched your friend, who was clearly drunk enough to barely be able to function properly, drag you out to the dance floor, seeing a small smile from you before he lost your face in the crowd.

He quickly made his way out of the club, not trusting himself to stay and not do something he would regret, but soon he came to regret not dragging you into the small and dirty club bathroom and have his way with you as soon as he saw you look at him.

Days passed and he stared at the crumpled paper in his hand with your number written in sloppy scribbles across it. His head had been a mess of debates ever since your meeting in the club that night, and as much as the better part of him was telling him to just throw the paper out, the devil decided to come out to play.

He sent a text of his address to the number, not giving any other context, as an attempt to still give you a way out. He stared at the sent message displayed out on his phone, gripping it so tight that it was on the brink of shattering.

Not even 10 minutes after he sent the text, there was a knock on his door, and his heart jumped. There was no way it was you. The entire way to the door he was denying that it was going to be you on the other side, repeating it like a mantra in his head until he opened the door.

There you stood on the other side of the door, breathing heavily, hair and clothes disheveled like you ran there. You opened your mouth to say something, but he wasted no time and dragged you inside. You let out a small squeak of surprise, which fueled the fire in him.

He held nothing back anymore, shoving you against the wall, hand placed around your throat for better leverage to your mouth which he claimed with a clash of teeth and tongue.

You were just as desperate as he was and the thought practically made him let out a growl, not being able to get enough of how you taste, how you smell, you.

It was like no time had passed before he had you laid down in his bed, legs up on his shoulders, and face beautifully contorted from pleasure as he pounded into you.

He couldn't get enough of the noises you made and he found himself doing everything he could in order for you to continue to make them. He harshly sucked on your neck, addicted to your taste, and didn't stop until you were crying from pleasure.

He was too far in to stop, he didn't think he could if he wanted to, he would drown in your ocean if he could. He desperately clung onto you, memorizing the picture of your fucked out face, mouth open and eyes barely open before he lost the picture of it completely.

He could feel your presence disappearing, but he didn't want to let go yet, he needed a little more time in the moment, but he couldn't hold onto it forever.

Silver blinked out of his daze, eyes slowly focusing back on the environment of the club, having to remember where he was.

There you stood, at the table he was at, staring at him with those eyes he couldn't get out of his mind. He already dove headfirst into the ocean of you, and all he's done was watch you from afar until this moment.

"Are you okay?" Just three words. Three words coming from your mouth was enough for him to conclude that, with you? He was completely screwed.

buy me a coffee ♡

#song fic #twst #twst silver #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #twsited wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #disney twst #silver #silver x reader fluff #diasomnia #twst wonderland #twst x reader #silver x reader smut #silver smut #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut

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coleszzzworld · 10 months

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My yandere college! Yandere jock head canons!

A/n-(yoooo , these are just some random head canons for my yandere jock series ! I just wanted to push something out , and it’s been forever since I wrote for kai lol lowkey this is some character backstory for Kai , happy reading enjoy!❤️)

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- suggestive content , daddy issues, mentions of murder? (Kind of) just some crazy stuff lol and yandere behavior. Do not read if easily triggered!

•I already said this in the first chapter butttttt kai is definitely a golden retriever boyfriend, he’s just so damn stupid, and he has a bright personality. But when someone fucks with you in anyway … let’s just say he gets scary 😭 , and I don’t mean that in a cringe way , that man will kill for you . And make sure you’ll never find out 🧍🏽‍♀️he could go to 0 to 100 real quick !!!

•Kai loves being around you , no matter what . Oh your going back to your dorm ? Or home (that’s if u don’t live on campus) it doesn’t matter he’ll be behind you , and he’ll lowkey invite himself to stay the night at your place , like this man literally lives at your dorm/house , like I’m not joking his toothbrush, clothes, blankets etc . Is at your place even if you have a roommate or you live with your family , surprisingly your roommate/family love him! And says he’s welcome anytime! , yeah you definitely need space from him. “Y/n!! Let’s watch a movie!”

•I don’t want to be that person but I will be , he definitely has home problems , that boy ain’t got a daddy (just like me fr 🤠) when he was two years old , his dad left . And his mom always works . She’s barely home , and when she is , they don’t really talk , and when they do they always fight about the dumbest things , so basically he ain’t got no dad , and his mom is a workaholic, and he’s a insane psychopath! w for his parents fr !!!🥳 that’s part of the reason he stays with you , he’s alone most of the time , that and he likes to have you close.

•also I will be that person again🙃, when your sleep , and he’s laying on the floor next to your bed (he refused to stay in the guest room , he says your room is more comfortable.) he definitely the type to get hard from just being near you , and he has to release his aching pain some how ….👀 now he’s respectful he’ll make sure he’s quiet (even tho he doesn’t want to be.🤠) and he’s makes sure to clean up after , don’t hate but he’s definitely a whimper 😩 like he bites his lip when he’s coming to his high , his hand going up and down on his length. 😵‍💫 he just thinks about how you would feel on his length and how he would just claim you as his , all he can think about is how tight you would be … “f-fuck , y-y/n I’ll be g-good , just be mines , p-please”

•now let me tell you this , he’s definitely not a virgin, his body count is two , everyone on campus thinks he’s a play boy but naw 😭he has a low body count and he’s loyal to one person and that person is only you. That and all of his team mates and friends are play boys so that’s were the expectations come from fr lol .

•now , he does have siblings(he has 3 other siblings), but he has never met them (well kinda of) ,the first thing he knows about his dad was when he was starting college and football he was meeting everyone and he met a cheerleader , she kinda of looked like his dad , I mean the pictures of his dad he had she looked like him , and she had the same last name as his dad (Kai has his moms last name) curiously he wanted too know more , so he went digging and fount her instagram, he saw photos of her family and sure enough he saw his dad … he definitely stayed away from her when he fount out his dad , left and had a new family, a family with another woman , and new children, a child that HE goes to school with , someone HE shares the flied with basically, he lost it , bro was definitely feeling all types of Emotions , actually as matter fact , when he first fell for you , yk at the football game , the reason why his head was out of the game and the team was losing , was because his dad was their , not for him , hell his dad probably didn’t even recognize that Kai was playing, his dad was their for his daughter. The cheerleader. Kai was feeling anger, sadness, he wanted to go up on those bleachers and beat the hell out of his dad…all that was running through Kai Head was “how dare he leave me , and have a new family. How fucking dare he come here . And act like I don’t exist. How dare he.” But when break time happened and he bumped into you near the concessions stand that’s when he met you .Suddenly he felt wanted, he knew he had to have you.

•now let’s talk about Kai’s mom , like I said she’s a workaholic, she wasn’t married to Kai’s dad when he split , and she works as a nurse, she picks up shifts and works all day / night ,she really didn’t talk about Kai’s dad , while he was growing up , and refused to talk about him , when Kai wanted to get in contact with his dad . She’s a nice lady tho , when she was at home , Kai dragged you to his house to meet her , and surprisingly you and her bonded , then she left for work . Kai looked disappointed but he’s used to it 🙃

•Kai just needs love and attention, bro is , Touch starved too😭 he just needs some love fr , so no matter where y’all are , he will always be holding you hand or holding your waist , or just lean against you , bro just down bad fr 😭

•he’s your best friend, as you put it , but I’m telling you now , that man is trying to be more then friends, like he’s literally insane over you . And even if you don’t like him like that , that’s okay , you’ll never get rid of him!

•this man drives , so your a passenger princess , so when you guys go out , he likes to blast music and put his hand on your thigh , and he says it’s not werid, but you’re like “🤔” he definitely has no chill , like I said he loves holding you . So his hands go to your thighs when he drives you , too school or anywhere else

•I have a feeling that this man listens to indie and rap , I’m talking like gorillaz and Marc demarco , jid , sometimes Kodak and nardo wick when he’s feeling devious 🤭 he also listens to glass animals, anddddd tame impla and Tyler the creator😤

•let’s do say , someone fucks with you , In anyway I mean he fought Cameron Harris for you , he definitely was trying to kill him , and he would if his friends didn’t pull him off Cameron , but let’s say someone disrespect your name or spreads Nasty rumors about you , that man is ready to split whoever skull open for you , like I said he’s bat shit crazy, he literally thinks of you as a god . He thinks your his savior damn near 😵‍💫 like he can’t have no one talking down on your name 🗣️

•overall If I had to rate him on how dangerous he is I would say 8.9/10 like he’s insane and basically he has nothing to lose , he’ll go to war for you any day , if you say to , he will , he just real like that🤭💅🏽.

“Nobody will talk to you like that y/n . I’ll forever love and protect you . You’ll see I’m the one for you! And If not …I’ll make you love me .”

#yandere #yandere jock #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere shitpost #yandere headcanons

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years

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hi! I haven't seen any blogs doing Micah content, so color me surprised- your writing style is so good too?? aa?? may I offer up the idea of visiting him to get away from stress or maybe family problems? good fluff times w him to distract from life :0! if not it's totally okay, and I hope you're well!

This is so cute I-

I have been having huge writers block on what to write for characters from other games/shows/comics so I’m more than happy to take this request! Thank you for liking my writing!

7:59pm

Everything sucked. Work was stressful, and your parents sudden want to have a say so in your life after months of radio silence wasn’t helping. The constant complaining about you living alone and still being single was getting tiring. You weren’t even single anymore! You just didn’t want them trying to meddle in your relationship with Micah. Your parents randomly popping up to your house trying to arrange a date was the final straw. You needed space, away from work, away from your parents. You needed comfort, you needed Micah. Yeah you could vent to him on video call, but you wanted him next to you, and you were gonna make that happen

After taking some time to plan and pack you were ready to go. You hadn’t told him you were coming to visit during your daily calls. He had gotten a little suspicious when he noticed you snooping around in his computer, but he just thought you were trying to send him a little gift. You had to admit, Micah was right about it being child’s play to find someone’s address, you just never had a need to do so.

When the day finally came you had told Micah that the company you were working for was sending you out of town so you wouldn’t be able to talk until tomorrow. Luckily he took the excuse (though he still was suspicious) and you were on a plane to his house.

My Angel <3: Hey

My Angel <3: You home right now?

Micah Yujin: Yeah? Why?

Micah Yujin: Wait

Micah Yujin: WAIT HOLD ON

From outside you suddenly heard running, something getting knocked over and Micah apologizing to an annoyed Skrunkly. Before you knew it he was swinging his door open and he starts screeching with joy when he sees you.

“OH MY GOD WAIT YOU PULLED A ME YOU’RE HERE HI WHAT THE FUCK!?”

He pulled you into a hug, spinning you around and planting kisses you all over your face. He was so excited he could cry tears of joy. It had been a while since he came to visit you and with what he had been hearing from you about your job and your family he had been thinking about coming over again but here you were at his door step.

“So why exactly did you come here? Don’t get me wrong, I could pass out with how excited I am that you’re here but… nothing serious happened did it?”

After assuring him things were find and you just needed a break from your job and your family he nodded and let you in. He was more than happy to have you with him. He doesn’t ask to much about what’s going on back home for you either, he knows thats not what you’re here for.

When you’re at his house you’re royalty and he is your personal butler thats also your secret lover those were his exact words don’t @ me. Whatever you want to do that’s what the two if you are gonna do, even if its just laying in bed all day and snuggling Skrunkly. You do eventually get to have your little competition of who’s the best back rubber between you both. Skrunkly ended up picking Micah but you claim he cheated since Micah feeds her of course he’d win. As compensation you do get to experience the back rub treatment Skrunkly got and quickly realized why Micah won in the first place. Micah’s grip was gentle yet firm as he meticulously worked out the kinks in your back. The feeling was so relaxing you found yourself falling asleep. Micah found it cute how by the time he was finished you were sleeping soundly.

He cooks for you every day you’re there except for the night he wanted to take you out. He made a big show out of it too. He took you shopping for formal clothes, bought you flowers and took you to a fancy restaurant together. While places like that aren’t really his thing he made you giggle at how dramatic he was about it all. He refused to let you open any door, joked around with a fake rich person accent, and of course you brought Skrunkly with you both. She had her own little pearl necklace and everything. It was all in good fun but above all he just wanted to show you a good time. And he’ll admit, getting to see you all dressed up does something to him.

He loved getting to show you his room and his set up. He would let you play on his computer around a bit but according to him there was something on there that he’d get in big trouble for showing you. It was really because he had about 10 songs he wrote about you he was too embarrassed to share yet and about 100 screenshots of your face during calls that he did NOT want you finding out about.

On your last night before you went back home Micah gave you a small gift box, his face a tinge of red. When you opened it inside was a necklace with angel wings and a key.

“Angel wings for my angel~ Oh! And… the key to my place. I-if you ever need to run away again just come. You don’t have to worry about letting me know, I will always want you here with me ok?”

You could cry with how sweet Micah was. He had so much trust in you and loved you so much. You hugged him tightly, wanting to stay now more than ever.

#error143 #micah yujin #micah yujin fluff #micah yujin x reader #please play error143!#micah x reader

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small-spark-of-light · 6 months

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For the person who requested that i make a post of my fanfic because they cant access Ao3 :0 i hope you enjoy :D

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In Sticlafluier's humble opinion, the new guy is a little strange.

It's not a bad thing, truly. Everyone on this ship is weird at best, Rafe is hardly the weirdest. He simply acts odd. He's soft-spoken, if he talks at all, and he's constantly paranoid. It's like he's scared something is out to get him. He's reserved, too. No one knows anything about him other than how he got here.

The way he arrived is weird as well: he fell from the sky, gaining a concerning amount of scrapes and bruises while he was at it, and landed right on the dock. Capitan took him in immediately, as stoic and intimidating as he is. Sticlafluier still remembers the conversation he overheard when Rafe first arrived.

"He's concussed," he heard Eyewatch say, his voice low and stony and sounding dead in his throat, "We need to keep track of him for his own safety."

Sticlafluier never learned how Eyewatch figured that out, maybe his eye could see invisible injuries, or he saw how Rafe landed and used common sense.

Capitan's voice responded, "That's expected, all things considered. Someone will watch over him, if not myself."

Capitan taking in injured people has become expected, and that's when Rafe first started working on the ship, bringing his oddities with him.

These aren't the strangest things about him. At night, after all of his work is done, he stares up at the stars. This can go on for hours; he stayed up an entire night once. Ever since, someone always makes sure it doesn't happen again. Sticlafluier has been the one to shake him out of this trance multiple times. Rafe jumps at first contact, then realizes what he was doing, apologizes quietly, and leaves to go sleep.

It happens nearly every night. Rafe stands still, entranced by the stars.

The other crewmen don't mind his sudden presence or the quirks he came with. In fact, Sticlafluier likes having him around. So when he sees him standing by the ships rails, staring at the sky like he usually does, he decides to join him instead of telling him to sleep. Its not too late, the moon— it's a full moon tonight— is barely in the sky; they have plenty of time to chat.

Rafe doesn't notice Sticlafluier get close, even as he moves around him to see if he would. He leans on the rails right next to him, and Rafe still doesn't notice. He's completely enamored. The night sky is cloudless and filled to the brim with stars. Two of them, Sticlafluier notices, are extra bright and colorful; they stand out against the starry blacks and blues of the rest of the sky. Following Rafe's eyes, hes staring at them.

"Hey Rafe."

The man jolts at the sudden interruption. Rafe clutches his chest, clearly terrified. He stares for a minute before he relaxes, and a tired look eases onto his features. Sticlafluier smiles like he didn't nearly give him a heart attack.

"You staring into space again?" Sticlafluier asks, still leaning on the rails.

Rafe has the decency to look sheepish at being called out. He goes to leave, but Siclafluier catches him by the arm.

"You don't have to leave yet." He says, guiding Rafe back to where he was standing. "There's still a bit of time before Capitan gets onto our asses about not sleeping."

Rafe stares for a second, then sighs, then nods, and moves to hold the rails next to him. They sit in comfortable silence for a while, staring at the night sky. Sticlafluier notices that hes looking for something. His eyes scanning the vast expanse of stars until they catch those two brighter ones from before, and he settles into watching them again.

Those two stars, yellow and purple respectively. Are they what Rafe stares at almost every night? Sticlafluier always wondered why hes obsessed with the night sky so much. Are the nights he goes to bed early the ones he can't find them? The moon has moved only a little, and the tell-tale sound of footsteps approaching have yet to appear, he might as well ask now.

"why do you stare at the sky so much?"

Rafe blinks at him. And then blinks again, surprised someone had the courage to ask. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something and Sticlafluier forces down a bubble of excitement, It isn't often Rafe talks, let alone tells someone about himself. He looks scared, though, and his mouth snaps shut with a sharp inhale.

That little bubble of excitement pops and Sticlafluier can't help but feel a little disappointed, "You don't have to tell me if its something bad, they're your secrets."

He nudges Rafe with his elbow with an semi-casual smile, and hopes he can tell the apology is genuine. He doesn't react; hes lost in thought. He looks at the sky again, not at those two stars but staring upwards absently. Sticlafluier watches him and waits for an answer. Nothing comes. Rafe just keeps thinking, and Sticlafluier moves on to looking at the sky as well.

Those two stars are bright and big compared to the others. Its no wonder why Rafe keeps watching them: they are incredibly eye catching. Sticlafluier finds himself staring as well.

They sit in silence. The moon moves through the sky steadily.

"I've been to space before."

Hearing Rafe's quiet voice cut through the silence is jarring, and that doesn't mention what he said, "You've been to space? Are you talking about when you got here? I know you fell from the sky-"

"No," He interrupts, his voice shakes a little, "Before that. Long before that.

"I almost died when I was up there, but my friend saved me."

Sticlafluier stares at him for what feels like hours, even though it couldn't be longer than a couple minutes.

"what the fuck do you mean by that?!" He asks louder than he wants to.

Rafe jumps at the sudden volume change. He stays silent; its terrifying that hes not continuing. He nearly died in space, his friend saved him, and no more information was given. Sticlafluier waits for Rafe to give context, elaborate, say anything that explains the words that came out of his mouth. Even admitting that it was a lie would be better than this silence. Yet nothing comes.

"Rafe"

Rafe is still silent. He is still silent and it twists his stomach in knots.

"Rafe you cant- You cant just Say that and not elaborate-" Sticlafluier grabs him by the shoulders, mindful of his still healing wounds, "-What the fuck happened to you in space?"

Rafe stares at him with wide eyes, frozen in place, before taking a shaky breath and trying to relax, "What happened was what I said, I don't want to go into it more."

He looks at him with a tired, melacholic expression, and his voice is soft and quiet like always. Sticlafluier has a bitter, guilty twinge in his stomach for being so forceful. He exhales and lets him go. Putting his hand on the rails and letting it be his support, he watches Rafe quietly. Rafe watches him back; neutrally at first, then getting more and more uncomfortable as it continues.

"what was it like up there," Sticlafluier gestures upwards. "Can you tell me about that?"

He perks up at the question, "uh-" He glances at the sky,"-I believe i can."

Sticlafluier waits for his response. Rafe fidgets, wringing his hands together and drumming his fingers on the wood of the ship. He's not staring at the sky, instead he is fixated onto the dark water around them. The ocean is kind tonight. The waves are gentle as they rock the ship back and forth. He shuts his eyes, inhales, and Sticlafluier waits for what he will say with baited breath.

"It was scary," He breathes, "My friend and i were the only ones up there."

"that… sounds like it'd be terrifying."

Rafe hums, "We were surrounded by stars, and the earth looked so small from where we were."

Sticlafluier sits in his words. Being surrounded by stars on all sides and having a perfect view of the earth from so far away. Sticlafluier tries to imagine what its like; tries picturing the stars around him on all sides and tries to see the earth as something far in the distance. Its baffling. He wants to ask more, maybe about this friend or what they were doing up there, but he cant bring himself to talk.

Rafe looks at him, waiting for any more questions.

"Have you told anyone about this?" he manages.

"you're the first."

Its not particularly shocking, considering how reserved he is, but Sticlafluier finds himself surprised. He feels a bit of pride knowing that hes the first, and likely the only one, to be told this information. Rafe turns his attention back to the sky. Back to those two stars from before. He looks tired like before, like always, but its different now.

He looks almost peaceful.

Sticlafluier exhales. He bumps into Rafe's side, purposefully, and lets him catch his bearing before talking.

"you're a weird guy, y'know?" He grins.

Rafe's exasperated look sends him into a laughing fit. Sticlafluier clamps his hand over his mouth; they may be on the deck, but he doesn't want to risk waking everyone up. He snorts, doubled over from laughing, then coughs and clears his throat. When he looks up, Rafe is staring at him flatly.

Sticlafluier wheezes quietly, "That was mean wasn't it? I mean that affectionately! you fit right in."

He continues to stare for a second, then his face softens. He pats Sticlafluier's back lightly before helping him upright. He thanks Rafe, still out of breath from laughing, before taking a deep breath.

"we should probably go and sleep now; Its late." He smiles.

"It Is late."

Rafe jumps out of his skin at the sound of Capitan's voice. He nearly falls overs, shrieking under his breath and holding onto the railing for dear life. Sticlafluier snorts at his reaction; Hes gotten used to him showing up out of nowhere, and turns to Capitan with a lax smile. The captain stays stoic in return.

"Hey Captain," Sticlafluier says, "We were just going to sleep."

Rafe takes a second to come to his senses, but he manages. He takes a deep breath, and waves at Capitan with a shaky hand.

Capitan narrows his eyes, "you two should've been asleep earlier-" He turns to Rafe pointedly,"-You especially, considering your injuries."

He keeps his eyes on the floorboards, refusing to meet Capitan's eyes. Sticlafluier is completely unbothered by the sternness in his voice, and pushes Rafe in the direction of the sleeping quarters. He stumbles, turning to him with a tired glare, before walking away.

"Goodnight, Rafe!" Sticlafluier says. Rafe waves back, not turning around to look back at him.

Irritation laces Capitan's voice, "…That included you, Sticlafluier."

"I know, I know! i just wanted to make sure he was actually going!"

He huffs lightly, walking in the same direction Rafe did; Sticlafluier's starting to feel the slow creep of exhaustion, who knows how late it is now. Capitan follows, mostly. He separates when they reach the entrance to everyone's separate rooms and hammocks. He offers one goodnight before turning back, leaving Sticlafluier alone with his other sleeping crew mates.

It only takes a second to find his hammock. He falls into it, the wooded beams creaking under the sudden weight. It slowly stops swaying, and it leaves Sticlafluier in the dark with only the sound of waves— along with someone snoring quietly elsewhere— occupying his mind.

He cranes his neck a little: on the far end of the room, he can see Rafe's silhouette asleep in his own hammock. He's closer to the door by choice. Its another strange thing about him, that area is usually filled with the sounds of the ships machinery. Most crew members avoid it due to the noise. A select few, mainly Sparrow and Sticlafluier, figure he deals with it so he could see the moonlight seeping through the doorway.

Sticlafluier's eyes sag. Pulling his focus from the sleeping man, he stares at the boards above him. He remembers what Rafe said about being up in space and tries to imagine it again. It's just as difficult, if not more without the night sky to help him think.

He doesn't even notice that his eyes have closed, and he can't tell when they did.

After relaxing, letting the sound of the ocean and memory of the cloudless night sky soothe him, Sticlafluier finally drifts off.

#incredibox #evadare #xrun #rafe #sticlafluier #capitan #some others are mentioned #sparrow and eyewatch specifically #if its too long and annoying ill put it under read more #but i think the post will compress itself normally with the Expand thing it does

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vanillaxoshi · 2 months

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So today is White day and I written a count as a continuation of the Valentine day fic I write before .

So ......enjoy !

White Day is celebrated annually on March 14, one month after Valentine's Day, when people give reciprocal gifts to those who gave them gifts on Valentine's Day. It began in Japan in 1978; its observance has spread to several other Asian nations and countries worldwide .

...... In short , it's a day to return gifts to the person who gives you gifts on the Valentine's Day.

It's not that hard ! ....... Right? .

A day before white day

"......"

"Cahaya? "

" What are you doing ?"

" Ah !- would you knock frist Angin?!?! "

Angin watch Cahaya hide the papers under his arms on his table .

" Well, the others are looking for you . How long have you been inside the bed room ? "

"Not your business. "

" Wow touchy-"

"......."

".......Don't you dare-"

" To late ! "

Angin snatch one of the paper from Cahaya.

"Hey !! Give that back- "

" And don't you dare read it ! "

"Nope !! I want to see what kind of research is this- wait? What? "

Angin give the paper a quick look while Cahaya bury his face groaning in embarrassment.

" 'The best way to give a gift on white day ' , ' The best gift that I can think of ' , 'How to give out the gift . ' "

" Angin, please don't read it out ! It's embarrassing! And give back my paper now! "

" ......Did someone give you a gift on the Valentine's Day last month? "

" Well, yes ! It's wasn't only you guys have resive gifts on that day! "

"......"

" Angin? "

" Wait I know that look. Angin don't you dare! - "

Angin rush out the room before Cahaya could stop him.

" Guys ! Cahaya is planning to give someone a gift on the White day!!!!!!!! " (＃°Д°)0

All the siblings appears near the bed room .

" Wait what ?!?!? " w(ﾟДﾟ)w

" ANGIN!!! STOP !!! ヽ( ≧Д≦)ノ 💢 "

" Aww I didn't know your have receive a gift on Valentine's Day day before ! That's cute !!!! "

" So you have a admirer now ,eh ?

" How come you didn't told us before ? "

" ......"

" Pipe down everyone , you guys can see how uncomfortable Cahaya is . Give him some space ."

" ......So you want to pick a gift for that person am I right ? "

Now all the siblings are surrounding Cahaya discussing while Cahaya glare at Angin with the look " You're so dead later ."

" Sorry , Haya ." ...( - _ -||| )

" Alright , you guys leave me alone ! I want to do it myself ! Don't butt in ! "

" But Haya , you obviously struggling on what kind of gift that you want to chose ."

" You even write a bunch of analyzing essay for what kind of gift is the best ! "

" Tomorrow is white day already ! And you still didn't make up your mind yet ! "

" ......Then what are you guys going to suggest ? "

" Oh! Oh ! Me first ! You can give them flowers that have hidden message in it ! Yellow tulips and pink roses for an example ! It's mean thank you and gratitude ! "

" Or you could write a letter for them ! Since you sucks at saying directly , write it all down it will be more easy ! "

" Api that's kinda mean . "

"But it's true that Haya have a hard time on that , form me I'll advice you just give white chocolate to them , nothing fancy ."

" Or maybe handmade cookies ! It's better than giving packed food ! "

" I'll advice a plushy ."

" Well , form me . I'll just give something what the person need or wanted in that moment , although I will pack it nicely as a gift ."

" So what do you think Haya ,can those advice help you ?"

" I'll take those as a reference and I want you guys give me some space now . "

" Alright we'll leave you alone for that ."

" That make me curious- Haya who give you-"

" ALL RIGHT EVERYONE YOUR ADIK NEED SOME SPACE NOW SO PLEASE GET OUT THE ROOM NOW "

Cahaya push all his Abang out of the room and shut the door .

"......."(。_。)

"......"(⊙ˍ⊙)

"......"(⊙_⊙)？

"......'OwO

"......"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"......."( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

" So- "

" No "

" GIve him have some privacy ."

"But- Don't you guys curious ? "

"......."

All Abangs are curious about the person who's going to receive Cahaya's gift .

"This is agent Api ,Cahaya is still remain unmoved , no sign of taking action ."

" Copy that Agent Api , no sign of anyone that could be Cahaya's receiver ."

" Copy that Agent Daun , Agent Api keep-"

" What are you guys doing ? "

" AHHH ! "

" Tanah you scared me ! Don't just pop out of nowhere ! "

Angin pout at Tanah who just come in the classroom .

" I heard that , three of you let Cahaya be . It's part of his life we don't want to mess with that ."

Tanah points at Angin's watch voice calling .

" Isn't this Gopal 's and Yaya's number ?"

" Are you two using their watch ?"

" I don't know why I even agreed to help ." (-__- )

" Same here Gopal ." (- _ - ||| )

" But Petir don't you curious ??? The lucky girl that Cahaya spend time to pick gift to might have a chance become our sister-in-law ? "

" I also want to see what kind of person are she that make Cahaya have to make analyzing essay for ! "

" Psss !! Agent Angin!!! Cahaya is heading to the libary now and he is preparing the 'things that seems like a gift ' out of his bag now ! " (≧∇≦)ﾉ

" Really ? I'm heading there now ! "

" Oh ! Oh ! I see flowers ! It's look like Purple hibiscus ? " ˋ( ° ▽、° )

" Yeah that's purple hibiscus , Daun ."

" I'm coming now ! "

" Wait Angin-"

" I'm coming with you guys ."

" Wait Pertir ?" (⊙ˍ⊙)

" I'm also curious , Tanah ."

"......Fine , Just don't let Cahaya notice us ." ¬_¬

" Hey move over a bit Gopal ! Don't you say you don't want to drag inside this ? "

" I change my mind now , there's so very good black mail stuff ."

" Gopal don't you dare ! "

" Shhhh ! Pipe down ! "

The ori trio , Daun , Api and Gopal and Ying hiding behind the book self .

" Cahaya have been sitting there for a while now , who's he waiting ? "

" I don't know but too bad Air didn't-"

" Hi guys ."

" Air-"

" Don't talk , I'm also want to see who is it ."

" Wait , Cahaya is hiding the gifts now . It must be hiding from the- wait is that Fang ????????"

Everyone look at Cahaya who is hiding the gifts behind him while Fang is walking closer to Cahaya's table .

" Wait so the one that Cahaya spend time on that essay- "

" Is Fang ??????? "

" Wait maybe it wasn't him it someone else-"

" But there's no one that come in the library besides Fang- Wait they are talking now ! "

"What are they saying I can't hear it !"

"AVFFDGYGABKL HAYA IS GIVING THE GIFTS TO HIM !!!! "

" It's carrot cookies and donut with a letter with purple hibiscus !!! "

" Why I hear buzzing sounds- OMG ! Petir clam down ! "

".......I want to talk with him ."

" Tanah not you too ! "（0 □ 0|||) ﾉﾉ

" So happy white day , Fang ."

" Oh ? Thanks ? "

" Incase you didn't know White day is a day for the people that have- "

" No I know , I just didn't expect that you have prepare something for me ."

" Well it was my first time receive something on Valentine's day so I want you to take it ."

" Thanks I'll cherish it- Hm- ?"

" Haya do you smell something is burning ? "

*sniff *sniff

" I do , strange- "

"Oh it's Pertir and Tanah-

" Wait why Petir taking out the lightning- "

" OH SHOOT ! RUN FANG !!! "

" HMMM ?????"

Cahaya drag Fang out runs out the library.

" Come back here ! "

" We just want to talk~ "

Hours later .......

Tok Aba is scolding Tanah and Petir being mean toward Fang while Fang is hiding at the corner looking a bit traumatize and Cahaya is comforting him along with the others .

Petir. tanah. Leave them alone >:(

Sibs and their curiosity, u'll never stop them

Yall better stop with that protectiveness, imma pounce at you for eavesdropping and shiz!!

Yeah this reply aint on white day but overall another cute story😊 really indulging more the solfang relationship arent'cha??

#xoshi answers #xoshi asks #platonic solfang #solfang #zi lins scenarios

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formulawrite · 2 years

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NSFW ALPHABET - Felipe Drugovich

Summary: pretty self explanatory ;)

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Felipe and a camera is my weak spot

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Loves to praise you saying how good you did for him while giving sweet kisses on your face, also always keeps a towel and a water bottle next to the bed to clean you up and make sure you're hydrated.

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

your butt, he loves grabbing on it when making out on the couch or spanking when taking you from behind

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

your mouth, seeing you on your knees for him, eyes watery, mouth agape and a mix of spit and his cum dropping down your lips is a glimpse of heaven

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so secret because you notice his stares, but he loves when you don't wear too many clothes on a night out, he loves when every person in the club is looking at you with desire as you walk to the bar or the restroom, when you come back he makes sure to put you on his lap so everyone knows who gets to take you home that night

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a little, he had a few flings in the past, but it's different with you since you've been together longest

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

all fours that he gets to watch you moan his name and grab the sheets while wiggling your ass on his dick, but he also doesn't hate missionary with your legs pushed to his shoulders, looking deep into your eyes with a hand around your throat

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he always tries a cheesy pick up line to make you laugh but as soon you pull on his hair during the kiss is 100% serious

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he trims enough not to bother

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's 0 or 100, either super romantic love making kissing every inch on your body and treating you like a goddess, or he throws you on your bed calling you the filthiest things and making you scream his name to a point that you can't barely walk after

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

you're not always together due to your own job/college and he's pretty controlled so he can keep it in his pants most of the times, he does keeps a little secret folder of dirty photos he took of you with his camera that he uses on lonely nights

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

slight chocking, nothing to rough but he loves watching the ring on his finger around your neck while fucking into you

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

the bed, where you have more space and privacy.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

pressing you butt against him, even if you're just standing in front of him, the vibrations you send when laughing at something or actually grinding on him makes you want to drag you out from whatever you are to the bedroom.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no embarrassing you, or degrading you (too much ;)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving, this man is sucker for face sitting, he would kill to have you sitting and rubbing yourself on his lips while sucking on your clit, it gets him even harder if you pull on his locks and makes him even eager to look up at you and watch you come with just his tongue.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough (Felipe soca forte e ninguém me convence o contrário)

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

when he wins a race he loves a quickie inside the MP bathroom, usually he prefers taking his time with you

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no, you're both very private people and would hate to have anything leaked or invaded

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

call me crazy but this man has a Taurus Venus he can go all night and last quite long

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he knows you have a vibrator because you sensed a video using it while moaning his name a few times. but he likes to be the one making you feel good

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a bit of a tease, whispering dirty things in your ear in public is one of his favorites. for people on the outside he's just being sweet boyfriend hugging you from behind, but only you can hear how much he wants to lift up your skirt and do you then and there

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

low moans against your ear telling you how good he feels inside you

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"a little bit closer to the corner" he kept pulling you to the edge of the bed

"are you sure about this? what if someone sees it?" your nerves started to get the best of you

ever since he got his new camera he's been shooting every sight his eyes can reach. the idea of getting stills while he's going down on you came as joke that turned to reality a little to fast.

"don't worry you know i keep my pictures of you very safe, plus i really want to see how my princesa looks while i eat her pussy" you can't say no to him while he kisses your neck while rubbing his fingers between your thighs

you just nod as he stands up to start the video function of the camera, he turns to you kneeling looking up to make sure your still on board with it, you just grab his hair and open you legs further more.

he quickly take your panties off leaving you just in your bra and starts to work on you,he starts to lick your folds before giving a deep suck on your clit, you moan throwing your head back as he keeps licking where you want him most

"look at the camera for me love" he whispers against your pussy before working on it again.

the sight of your boyfriend eating you out while filming, the feel of his mouth, his eyes looking up while hooking a leg on his shoulder made you come on the spot, everything was so hot and erotic you just exploded with pleasure.

he got up to turn off the camera and turned to you with glistening lips, pulling him down to clean the mess you made.

"you did so good for me princesa, but i'm not done making you come just now yet" that's going to be a long night

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

not too thick, but long enough to hit the right place.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

again this man can go all night with maybe 2 bathroom breaks, a water bottle and maybe a cracker

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not that quickly, he chats a lot, you probably sleeps before him.

#Felipe Drugovich #felipe drugovich fic #felipe drugovich x reader #f2 fic

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ghostieagere · 7 months

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do you have any thoughts about pet regressing ghouls?

i do i do i do !!! most of my thoughts revolve around kitty ghouls (because @sphylor's kitty dew lives rent free in my mind every single day) but hopefully i'll be able to conjure up a few thoughts about some other ghouls as well !! 💚

rain is at the forefront of my mind at the moment because another lovely anon sent a request asking me to write something about otter rainy !! so little otter rainy with their emotional support rocks and shinies piles has been on my mind a lot recently :) they love going to down to the lake when they're otter, but the ghouls won't let them because yes, they're otter, but they're not very coordinated with their limbs. so instead, there's a little plastic kiddy pool near mountain's greenhouses and fish ponds for rain to swim about and explore in when they're otter !!

and i can't talk about petre ghouls without mentioning kitty dew, of course !! he's such a sleepy little kitten, always wearing himself out after a big day of doing not much. he's very content to spend the day curled up on someone's lap, purring and stretching awake every now and then, but he also loves rushing around and playing hunting games with anyone who'll indulge him in it. that being said, he can and will sit in front of cat tv for hours and be completely entranced by it. in my head, when he's kitty, dew loves spending time curled up in a corner of mountain's greenhouse, especially in winter. when the heat lamps for the plants are on, the dirt underneath the big monstera plant gets so toasty, so dew loves spending the day hidden away behind the leaves in the warmth, purring while he listens to mountain pot plants and hum tunes to himself. (like i said before, @sphylor is a wealth of headcanons on all things kitty dew, so please please please go check out his incredible headcanons and fics about everyone's favourite little kitty !!)

aeon is a bit of a wild card in my mind. sometimes he's kitty, sometimes he's puppy and there's not really any way of predicting which way he's going to swing. regardless of whether he's kitty or puppy though, he'll be full of energy and bouncing around whatever space he's been confined to looking for playmates to roll around or hunt with. it's worth noting though, that after a day of aeon bounding around all over the place, the ghouls are likely to have a very, very sleepy creature on their hands who'll need to be tucked into a little nest with gentle touches and wished a very good nights sleep

and although this mightn't be strictly petre, i've also had a few brief thoughts about completely ghoulish omega :0 like i said, it might not be entirely considered to be pet regression since he's a ghoul anyway, but i think that when everything gets stressful, instead of going little or kitty or puppy, he'll let his ghoulish side out a little more (it's a little bit like a dog but not a puppy, if that makes sense !!). he'll communicate through growls and snarls, running about all over the place on all fours, letting off streams of built-up quintessence magick as he goes. he doesn't wear himself out to the point of pliant sleepiness like dew or aeon do, but he'll come back from his rampage a little calmer, and ifrit and alpha are always more than happy to set up a little doggy bed in one of their rooms for him to curl up in while they all wait for him to come out of it. he usually doesn't like to be touched when he's like this, but he'll never say no to ear scratches or head pats from if and alph <3

#ask box #ghostie headcanons #regressed ghouls #kitty dew #pet regressed ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

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tetralea · 1 year

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hello hello, hope you're having a great day dori!

i just really need to know about the Summer Camp AU, so give us a bit 👀💗

Hii, I had a great day thank you I hope you did too!

This is my baby, so ofc I’ll will! :)

Basically both of them are counselors at a boy-girl summer camp, both of them in charge of a group of little boys. Charles has been to this camp, Max is new, they are ofc captains of the rival teams in the camp where you have basically 0 personal space on main. Their boys ofc mimic their rivalry, to make it cuter, and Charles also helps with the oldest girl group, for added trouble and fun. They are pinning for each other hard, often called out by others like Dan and Lando or Mick and Andrea (because we need Andrea here for Charles for moral support). Like at the lake when Max sees Charles first half naked and wet and he tries to keep it PG but oh well, he totally didn’t choke on his snack a little or made a snarky comment “there are kinds here too, Leclerc, put on something.” Or when Charles sees Max taking his shirt off for the first time. “It would be nice if you kept that on, Verstappen, there are kids here still.” Ofc only after he dropped his water bottle when he saw it. And this goes on with some camp activities. And then Charles has to stay in the camp in the only day off they had in weeks, at least he got the solitary bunk for the day and the night and Max stops by, he say for make Charles less miserable because he is annoying but clearly he just wants Charles to get to enjoy that day a little too, so he proposes the skinny dipping.

There was a knock. Understandable, people were alone there usually for a reason, getting some much needed privacy.

“Yeah? I’m dressed and all.” Not the best way to answer the door, but it was effective.

It opened revealing someone he never would have expected. “Thank fuck.” Max stepped into the small space, making it feel crowded. “Wouldn’t have wanted to disturb you.” The blonde boy explained, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Then why are you here?” Charles sat up, expecting some kind of mockery from

Max, who was just standing there. He was in camp attire, which meant he went back to the bunks and changed from his regular clothes. It was easy to forget how real clothes looked on them when they wore the camp colors all day, slept in them and there weren't many options to choose from.

Max shrugged and opened his arms, trying to fit them into his pockets. The uniform shorts didn’t have a pocket. Max’s hands were awkwardly pinching the seam of the short now. “There is a bonfire, if you are interested.” He said finally.

“I heard it through the door, but I’m not in the mood.” He kept his eyes on the other counselor, waiting. Why was he there at all? He wanted to stand up to feel like he was not being towered over, but he didn’t want to seem too interested either.

“Sure.” Max nodded, eyes alerting Charles. “I just thought you were not out all day, Carlos said you came here to rest, so maybe I thought you wanted some fun, but if you’d rather rest that’s fine.” It was one breath. Charles raised his eyebrows.

“You went to my cabin?” Clearly, since Carlos and Mick were there with the boys.

“I thought you’d be there.” Max stated the obvious. “Can I sit or could you stand? It's really weird to look down at you like this. And I’m tired too.” There was no chairs in the room, so the only place for Max to sit was the bed, which was covered by Charles’ bedsheets now.

The brunette stood up, moving his limbs around. He was laying for so long. “So? What do you want, Max? For real?” A small smile formed on his lips, clearly being entertained by the other’s awkward stance.

“I just thought to come here and ask if you wanted to do something fun. It doesn’t have to be a bonfire. Since you were in all day instead of coming with us. We can go to the lake, we could swim.” He offered, his eyes shining, finally something came to him. He heard from his boys how much Charles liked to sit at the lake at late hours, enjoying the stars. They were beautiful. He had to give it. With little to no light there they were clear and shining breathtakingly.

“I don’t have swim shorts with me, I’m sorry.” Charles looked around, like he was searching for them. “And I don’t want to go back to the cabin to get them, if the boys see me I won’t have any rest.”

Max snorted, shaking his head. “You are no fun. We don’t need those.”

“Are you drunk?”

It was very straight forward, and threw Max off. His lips opened and closed, eyes widened, staring at the brunette boy dumbly. “That is not relevant now.”

Charles laughed, amused, stepping closer, his green eyes looking into the clear blue ones, like he tried to see if Max was drunk. He stood close, awfully close. He leaned closer, and before Max could have done something he positively would have regretted he spoke. “So?”

“Are you asking me to go skinny dipping with you?” Now saying it out loud, maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea, but Charles was grinning, most probably thinking Max went mad. It was absurd.

“Yeah, are you too afraid to do it, Leclerc?” He dared the monegasque, pushing more into his space against his better judgment.

“Not at all, Verstappen.” With that Charles grabbed his green hoodie from the top bunk, pulling it through his unstyled brown hair, smoothening it out at the end. “Let’s go, I could use some swimming.” He nodded towards the door.

Max got out and he turned off the lights.

“Are you sure everyone is at the bonfire or with the kids?” Charles asked jogging next to Max, the gravel cracking under his sneakers. The blonde one only nodded, and pulled his hood on his head, just in case. Charles did the same as they walked through the only well lit part of the camp towards the lake.

Down the slope they slowed down, both of them balancing with their arms out in the darkness. The lake was reflecting the stars in front of them and the yellowish lights of the camp were flickering from behind them. Yet they felt they couldn't see a thing.

Finally when they arrived at the docks, it was easier to walk. With hushed breath they kicked off their shoes, picking them up as they walked on the green flimsy material covering the docks. They walked to the very end, and turned right to get to the furthest point.

Charles kneeled, dipping his fingers in the water. “It’s nice.” He whispered, standing again. They should have gotten naked now, right.

The moon and the stars illuminated the lake and everything around it, covering everything in a light glow or leaving only black silhouettes there. It wouldn’t have been different with their bodies either.

“Alright, I’ll turn around. But if you dare to push me in the water, I’ll make sure you get fired tomorrow.” Charles threatened, turning his back to Max nonetheless, pulling the hoodie off his white shirt.

He never asked Max to turn around, but he did anyway. He didn’t want to, oh no, he wanted to see Charles, to see the parts he hasn’t yet, yet yearned for it more than he wanted to admit. He saw him shirtless, he saw him in briefs, but whatever was under he hadn't seen it.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll peak?” His voice was a whisper yell, while he pushed his own shorts. Their clothes were ruffling and the water was splashing as they moved on the dock.

Charles giggled. “No, not really. I mean, I’m sure you have seen something like this before.” He felt his cheeks heat up to his own words, hidden in the monochrome moonlight. Many things, heavily implied in one sentence, hanging between them until Max spoke.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.” His voice was distant and Charles didn’t want to turn until he heard the splash of water. Max was sinking into the lake, trying to make as little noise as he could.

Charles turned, looking at Max just catching a glimpse of his gaze as it turned to the woods behind him. With pursed lips and racing heart he sat, letting his legs sink under the water. He hissed, drawing Max’s attention immediately.

There was not much to see from the way as he was sitting, yet Max looked away as he got convinced Charles was fine. “It’s colder than I thought.”

Another splash of the water confirmed that the monegasque was also in the water now, and Max turned, kicking the water under himself, to stay afloat.

“It is fresh.” He laughed, his voice wavering a bit.

“But very nice.” With a soft groan Charles turned his face to the sky, closing his eyes enjoying the peace and quiet. The water was nice, swirling around his body, soothing his skin and making his muscles work. He was a bit sore from yesterday’s classes he taught. Swimming will help with that. Neither of them talked for a little while, they swam around, never losing the other one from sight, never really leaving much distance either. Charles submerged before, turning to float on his back, the sweet water not helping him like the salty at home, but he could make it work.

“So nice.” He groaned, and sighed, closing his eyes, letting the water mute the noises of Max’s moving around him. “Thanks for not letting me stay in the cabin.” He said, his own voice sounding alien through the water.

“Yeah, it’s nothing.” Max mumbled from much closer than he expected. He turned his heat to look at the blonde boy. He hasn’t really looked tonight. Max’s hair was still dry, eyes fixed on Charles, his lips tugged into a smile. He swam even closer, making Charles change his position quietly getting closer to the docks again. “You need to rest too if you want to make it, you know, and you couldn’t really do it today.” The explanation was soft, muted by the water, a bit messy as Max was swimming and talking.

With a small laugh Charles grabbed the wooded, floating panel, resting the back of his head against it, his fingers holding onto it, making it easier to stay afloat. “Yeah, it wasn't as planned.” He admitted, looking at Max joining him. “But he got so scared, you should have seen him at the nurse. He was crying and holding onto me. I could have left, but I would have felt like shit.” There was a small sigh, his eyes fixed on the dark waves, taking in the surreal yet beautiful sight.

“You are very good with them.” Max admitted, his eyes trained on the brunette, watching his eyes shine, his lips twitch before breaking into a kind smile. His gaze stayed there, he didn’t even notice.

Charles closed his eyes, seeing all the kind faces of his boys for a second. Seeing something else, another kind face, playing and joking and laughing surrounded by a pack of kids too. “Thanks, but I could say the same to you. You can really make them listen and focus.”

Max laughed. “Yes, except when they need to go to sleep, that’s always a bargain.” He looked to the lake for a second, taking in the view before turning back again. He never was this close to Charles, at least not in peaceful terms like this. He knew he had those dimples showing when he smiled, but he never saw just how they form as the cupid bow lips turn to a smile. He wanted to kiss them.

“Bedtime is always a chaos.” Charles hummed, with a little nod before turning towards Max. This time the blonde didn’t look away, he let the now dark eyes look at him, look at him looking. He was hoping the darkness would hide it instead of him this time, that he can cheat life and he can look at Charles like this without being seen. He never noticed how the brunette never looked away either, he was trying to cheat darkness and tried to see the same thing Max wanted to hide.

He tried to move closer, but the water was deep and he needed more leverage, one hand wasn’t enough, he would have forgotten about himself and let go. “How about sitting in the beginners' pool?” He suggested, tilting his head, making it sound so soft, so inviting, Max forgot to breathe, before nodding.

Charles thought about warning Max not to look, making a joke of it, but what was the point. “I trust you won’t look.” He whispered, holding his breath. “Yet.” With that he pushed himself out of the water until he could put his feet flat on the flimsy surface to stand. With quick steps he crossed the dock and stood in the little artificial pool in the middle of the docks. He sat on his knees before he could have heard Max getting out and then feeling the water move as he joined. It was much more comfortable like that, not having to swim and float every second. Both hands freed.

“Would you be happy if I was fired?” Max asked, now not looking, stubbornly examining the vast water.

“Not at all.” Charles shook his head, leaning just a bit closer. “A competition is only fun with a good competitor, and you are just great.” He admitted, and Max smiled, exhaling slowly. “I mean, we could be so fired for this.”

“You mean swimming, at night, without a guard, naked?” Max listed their sins and Charles laughed a little, dropping his head, biting his lips.

“You are drunk too.” He remembered.

Max shook his head, turning to face him, the water hiding the inches he covered to get closer. “I’m as sober as I can get, so we can’t add that to the list.” They were almost chest to chest.

“No, that, not.” Charles eyelids dropped as his eyes followed the line of the plump lips, the curve illuminated by the moon. He would have found them easily anyway.

He leaned in, his head lightly touching the wood, but it didn’t matter when Max covered his lips with his own. A small sigh welcomed, a quiet groan as they kissed, lips moving against each other in a slow, trying rhythm. Charles' hands were leaving a wet trail on Max's neck as he cupped the pretty cheeks, pulling him closer, opening his lips, inviting the hot tongue to lick into his mouth. It was an uncomfortable position and they forgot just how much they weren’t wearing anything, until Max’s hands found Charles bare hips, coaxing him closer.

“Is that okay?” He mumbled into the dark, hot space between their lips, pulling on the petite hips.

“Yeah.” Charles slowly moved in front of Max, his thighs going around the strong ones, floating above Max’s lap. Chests pressed together, he was holding onto the round shoulders, while Maxs arms around his back secured him in place. It was perfect. He leaned in again, tasting the stranger yet familiar lips on his own for the second time. He couldn’t hold back his moans and whimpers, as their tongues met, sharp teeth tugging on his bottom lip, plush ones soothing the ache. “God.” He pleaded pushing closer, unthinking. The water took the edge off, the much anticipated friction never came. With a frustrated noise he tried again with the help of the big palms occupying his ass, their hard cock trapped between their abdomens rubbed together.

“Fuck.” It was muffled and bitten by Max but not less satisfied.

Charles pushed forward again, pressing Max’s back to the wooden railing under the water, his arms embracing the blonde, hands making his still dry hair wet, ruffling it at the back, on the top, nails scratching on the pale shoulders, keeping himself close, trying to touch and feel as much as he could. Like his palms were hungry, hungry to touch, to feel Max’s skin under his own. Finally.

He moaned softly, as Max’s palm slid up, following the graceful line of his spine, little drops of water were running down on the freckled skin on their wake. The long fingers reached up, adding more water to the already wet hair, messing up the short strands, making Charles’ hair even more wild than it was before. He sighed, relaxing into the touch, arching his neck, giving more space, like it was something he always ached for, when Charles kissed down on his neck, lapping up the cooling water drops, warming the chilling skin with his hot, wet mouth. He hummed to the taste, like someone who was eating their favourite snack, licking and sucking lightly, trying, teasing, committing it to his memories. Max lifted his head, giving him space to wander to the other side, his skin tingling in the wake of the hungry lips.

Max groaned, pulling Charles closer in the water, one hand still holding the rounded ass, the other grabbing and groping the strong arms, lean side, petite hips. He needed, wanted to feel, to touch, fucking finally.

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #summer camp au

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love-songs-for-emma · 2 months

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💛

OMG ty adrey!!! i love any excuse to share my music!!!!

songs BE SHUFFLED‼️

1. With A Little Help From My Friends (Remastered 2009) by the Beatles :3

2. death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu & beabadoobee

3. How To Never Stop Being Sad by dandelion hands

4. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing by Jack Johnson

5. Ocean Man by Ween

HOLY COW. WHAT A GENUINE SHUFFLE ALCBKSCN USUALLY SPOTIFY IS SO BAD AT SHUFFLING WHAT!!!!! I love all of these songs actually omg

This was not apart of the task but im using this as an excuse to talk about these songs below the cut:

1. Beatles songs fill me with such warmth. Hugs. My sister loved them sm and anything my sister loved, I loved. She was ten years older than me. I was raised on the Beatles. Plus they remind me of my beloved emma ( @love-songs-for-maria ) and her family/her mom. My second family being a Beatles household is so nice c: I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends :')

2. There was a time period where i could Not stop listening to this song. I started making art about it back then; this is absolutely reminding me to finish it omg. Also, this song actually /sampled/ beebadoobee's song "coffee," it's not just like a song they made together. So check out "coffee" for a song about healing that makes me CRY and also feel like I'm being HUGGED. Love u beebadoobee

3. Wow. What a classic. How To Never Stop Being Sad was my ULTIMATE cry song when I was like 13. I still think about some of lines (it reads more like spoken word/poetry with backdrop) more as How To *Stop* Being Sad, yknow? Motivational. Like "Become a background character to your own motion picture" -> Be the main character in your life. Take up space. EXIST. ♡

4. The album this comes from, "In Between Dreams," sounds like childhood. Like sitting on the lil fold down square seats in the back of my dad's old lil red pickup truck as we drive to other side of the island to go dirtbike riding with my mom and brother. It's also become something I dont /have/ to associate with that. I got a vinyl record of it when I was about 15/16 and used to play it while dancing around the front room and making breakfast (various friends and partners over the years there or not). It's also mine. My solo drive peaceful music. Sittin, Waitin, Wishin :)

5. This is the sound of the Spongebob Squarepants Movie ending. That's it. That's what it is. First credits song. One of the rare movie endings where the credits actually go SO HARD and I actually prefer letting them play out. I watched this movie a billion times since it came out when I was a kid. The end credits when this plays show waves crashing and it looks like you're surfing and reminds me of Hawai'i, which is where I was still living when it first came out and I'd watch the DVD endlessly!! Perfect song. 0/0 notes. Ocean Man, Take Me By The Hand, Lead Me To The Land That You Understand

Lastly,, I probably would have skipped a song if I didn't like it bc I've been unliking a lot of my Liked Songs on Spotify lately so that my shuffle on Liked Songs is better and bam! There's the payoff! Didn't even skip one for this ask! Wahoo!

If anyone read this to the end, thanks for sharing these memories with me. :) Much love, always. I'll send this out to a few peeps, but if anyone wants it sent to them specifically so they too can be involved and/or ramble on, DM me/let me know! MWAH

#asks #i think i change my ask tag every single time i answer one so i just accept that they'll never be found again once eaten by my blog #t3acupz #THANK U FOR SENDING!!! im sure u didnt expect a maria essay but um. you are Beyond welcome to ignore the cut akfhkscjd #hashtag maria lore #personal #maria is literally just rambling. hi #.txt #music #ask game

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A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s another update, this one is edited lol. Thank you once again for reading my posts, truly means a lot, please leave your feedback, whether it’s commenting on my posts or messaging me in private. Leave your requests as well, obviously if you don’t want to be mentioned I will do it anonymously. I do have all of these imagines in Tumblr as well where you can comment and reports and also request. Once again thank you and I hope you enjoy this one. Happy reading!

You hated studying. It was one of those things you hated about being in college. You were studying out of state, being away from your family and friends. That was the only negative aspect of studying out of state. You wanted adventure, peace, fun, and maybe a bit of romance. You’d been single for quite some time, focusing on yourself and your studies. Being here has given you the opportunity to meet new people and make new friends. For the past year you’ve been lucky enough to dorm with your friend Harry. He was pretty chill and nice to you. He gave you your space when you needed it, he also helped you study from time to time.

One bad thing about it was that he would bring girls over. He had the decency to not sleep with them in the room, but for some reason it ticked you off that a random girl was in your space, regardless of being on Harry’s side. Overall, you kept your frustrations to yourself and minded your business.

For the past week, you’ve been working on acing your midterms. So, far you’re taken 3, leaving the last one for today. You were a bit nervous for this one considering that this one was the most important to you. You’d study all of last night staying up later than expected. Luckily you woke up on time and didn’t oversleep, which was a concern of yours.

You were currently prepping your things to head over to your class and take your exam. Harry walked up to you with a to go cup of coffee in his hand, handing it to you with caution. “You’ll do great y/n” he says giving you a small pat on your shoulder. “Thanks Harry. Wish me luck”, you say, sliding your bag on your shoulder. “Good luck, but you won’t need it though”, he says plopping down on his bed, putting his arms behind the back of his head.

Without giving it another thought you exited your room and walked towards the building where your class was at. Once there, your nerves were kicking in. ‘take deep breaths y/n’, you say to yourself. You sat down in the same seat you’ve always sat in since the beginning of the semester, by the window in the front row. Little by little the classroom filled up the seats being taken left and right. The professor walked in and addressed the room, everyone pausing their conversations. “Alright class, once I hand out the exam there will be no more talking. You will have all of the class time to complete the exam. Once you’re finished you may hand in your exam and leave. I wish you the best of luck”, the professor says, making his way down the aisles of desks handing out the exam.

Once you saw the exam your nerves calmed down, remembering the things that you studied. You felt you flew through the exam, answering the questions with confidence. You finished the exam in 45 minutes, getting up with your things and handing the exam to the professor. You couldn’t get out of that classroom quick enough feeling like a weight was lifted as soon as you walked out. “How was the exam?”, you hear Harry asks you from behind causing you to let out a small yelp from the small scare he gave you. “Jesus Harry. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day”, you say hitting his arm. He playfully flinches away, rubbing the spot where you slapped him.

“Sorry”, he chuckled lightly. “But how was it?”, he asks again putting an arm over your shoulder as you walked side by side. “It was good. I think I passed”, you confidently say heading over to the cafeteria for a much-needed breakfast. “That’s my girl. See, you had nothing to worry about”, he says, his words making you feel warm inside enjoying the praise he was giving you. “I guess you were right “, you say. “I’m always right”, he says opening the door leading to the dining hall. Instantly your ears were engulfed by chatter from other students. People grabbing plates of food, coffee, etc. Or catching up with friends.

Harry followed you to grab a plate for yourself, handing him one as well. The food was set up as a buffet. There was French toast, regular toast, eggs, bacon, muffins, etc. You were never truly bored when it came to food here. You decided on getting French toast with a couple of strawberries and blueberries. You also decided on grabbing another cup of coffee, your second one of the day. You both sat down at an empty table and ate your breakfast in silence. “Hey guys!”, Bethany, your other close friend says sitting right next to you. “Hey Beth”, you say giving her a side hug. “Hey”, Harry mumbles, with food in his mouth. “So, since midterm week is over, Caleb is throwing a huge party at his frat house. I was wondering if you were down to go”, she says focusing the question more on you rather than Harry. “I don’t know Beth. You know that’s not really my vibe”, you say causing Harry to scoff. “What?”, you ask him, sounding a bit aggressive at his reaction.

“Oh nothing, I just knew you were going to say no”, he smirks taking another bite of his toast. You roll your eyes at him looking towards Bethany. She had hope in her eyes making you feel guilty. You let a sigh out before putting your fork down. “I’ll think about it okay. “, you say causing a squeal to emit from her and hugging you tightly causing you to laugh at her reaction. “Harry, you better convince her”, Beth says before saying goodbye and leaving. “Oh, don’t worry princess, you might have fun”, Harry presses causing you to roll your eyes again. “We’ll see about that”, you say before finishing your breakfast and leaving him there.

You walk back to your dorm to freshen up. You took your clothes off and went to take a shower. The hot water washed away the stress you had. You washed your hair with your favorite lavender shampoo. You washed and shaved your body especially since you might be going to this party tonight. Once you were done with your shower you walked back into your room, changing into some comfy pajamas since you’re planning on staying here until this party.

For hours you laid in bed contemplating on what to wear. You wanted to feel sexy and beautiful. Maybe you could get laid tonight, you never know. Lord knows the last time you had sex, Harry being here doesn’t help either. For endless nights you would imagine Harry’s body hovering over yours, thrusting into you with no mercy. Sometimes you would find yourself waking up sweaty from the wet dreams you would have. You were getting flustered just thinking about it.

Before overthinking it, you reach over to your drawer and take out the vibrator. You pull your covers over you and shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You turn it on and place the vibrator on your clit, a small gasp escaping you from the sensation you were getting. Closing your eyes and spreading your legs a bit you imagine Harry’s big soft hands roaming your body. You imagine his lips on your warm skin kissing down your body, nipping at your skin.

You swirled the vibrator around the sensitive nub, your orgasm approaching. You imagine Harry’s cock inside you, filling you up to the brim. You imagine him pounding into you repeatedly until both of you came. You moved the vibrator against your clit faster feeling the bubble in your stomach about to pop. “Fuck”, you silently moan as the feeling intensifies and you cum. Your chest rising and falling at a fast pace from your orgasm. You turn the vibrator off and lie there for a moment trying to catch your breath.

You slide your panties and shorts up your legs and get up. Opening your eyes, you went to the bathroom and showered again. You felt cleaner this way. You went back and changed into a new pair of panties. You looked at the clock and noticed that it was already 7pm. The day flew by quickly. The door room opened Harry walking in. “Hey”, you say, trying to hide the small blush that crept up on your face, trying to hide the fact that you just played with yourself with the thought of him. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have teased you”, he walks up to you giving you a hug as you looked through your closet.

“Harry, I’m not mad. I just feel a certain way that people depict me as a buzzkill. Just because I don’t like partying, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun”, you say, finding a cute little black dress that you barely wore. “I know. I’m sorry. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to” he mumbles, walking over to his bed. “No, we can still go I already told Beth I’d go”, you say. “Very well. I’m going to go shower. Be right back”, he says while grabbing his shower essentials and leaving the room.

Quickly, you changed into the black dress. It was a nice fit, hugging your body in all the right places. It was a dress you wouldn’t normally wear considering how short it was, but you were trying to prove a point that you could have fun. Once you put the dress on, you looked in the mirror. You looked good, the dress making you feel more confident. The dress stopped right below your ass going down to your mid thigh. The dress had sheer sleeves which made you feel somewhat comfortable. It also didn’t expose your boobs too much regardless of the chest being exposed. Overall, it was a cute little number.

You sat down on your bed and took out a bit of makeup products you were planning on using. You definitely wanted a natural look not liking the heavy makeup. You liked seeing it on other women, but you thought you couldn’t pull it off. Once you were done with your simple makeup look, you curled your hair. Doing your hair didn’t take long at all, being finished in just 20 minutes. As soon as you were finished your dorm door opened revealing a fresh out of the shower Harry. His usually curly hair was wet, some strands sticking on his face. He was naked, the only thing on him was the towel hanging loosely on his hips. His body covered in tattoos, the water making the tattoos pop.

You quickly checked him out, looking away quickly once he saw you. “wow “, he says clearing his throat before continuing. “You look...different”, he finishes saying, causing your eyebrows to furrow together, a bit confused as to what he meant. You think he realized what he says because his eyes widened slightly at your reaction. “Sorry. A good different. You look beautiful", he says, his compliment making you smile and blush. “Thank you, Harry. Get ready so we can leave. We’re starting to run late”, you say looking at the time. You see a text from Bethany telling you that she was already there.

“Okay give me a few”, he says, yanking the towel off in front of you, noticing that he already had his briefs on. He quickly looked for an outfit. He quickly decided on a pair of black jeans, a short sleeved black and white button up shirt, leaving the 3 top buttons unbuttered, and his pair of black boots. Goodness, he looks sexy, you thought as you put on your gold hoops. Why does he have to look good in everything. For shoes you decided on wearing your scrappy heels to compliment the look. With one last look in the mirror, you were both ready to go.

Since the party was at a frat house, the walk was relatively short. The closer you got, the louder the music got. Harry didn’t leave your side as you looked for Bethany inside. He could get a little protective of you, especially when it came to gatherings like these. He attended all of these parties, some people expecting that he’d show up. As soon as you guys had arrived, he was being greeted by people left and right.

Maneuvering through the huge crowd of other students dancing and drinking, you finally found Bethany. She was talking to some other people who you had recognized, some of them being in some of your classes. “Oh my gosh, you’re here!”, she yells, stopping her conversation to come hug you. “Yes, I’m here, yay”, you sarcastically say. “Oh stop, you’re gonna have a great time”, she guarantees. “Come on, lets get you a drink”, she yells over the music. Before you could protest, she’s already dragging you to the kitchen. There was a bartender making drinks, which you found kind of cool considering that most of the times they would just serve beer. “What can I get you ladies”, she says. “Can you make her any drink that’s fruity”, she yells at her due to the loud music. “Coming right up”, he says.

Beth looks so excited for you to be there. You knew that she wanted for you to just have fun and let loose. Beth is definitely one of the reasons why you came. Your thoughts were interrupted by the bartender handing you your drinks. “Cheers to a fun night”, Beth says. "Cheers", you say, taking a sip of the fruity slushy drink. It was good but definitely strong, and you knew you could only have maximum of two because you knew you were a lightweight drinker.

As the night went along you found yourself actually having fun for once. You and Bethany spent most of the time dancing and drinking. You had definitely stopped at two drinks not wanting to overdo it. Harry had disappeared right after you found Beth. Throughout the whole night you tried looking for him but had no luck. Once you and Bethany started dancing, he hadn’t crossed your mind.

“Ill be right back, I have to pee”, you yell at Beth nodding her head as an answer. You maneuvered through the crowd of people until you found it. Without a second glance you opened the door to the bathroom but only to be halted by the image of Harry making out with a girl. “Oh shit, sorry”, you say trying to get out of there as quick as possible. You don’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, but you felt sad and pissed off at the sight of him kissing a random girl.

You were so deep in thought that you accidentally bumped into Bethany. “Hey, are you okay you look like you just saw a ghost “, she says. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m done for tonight. I’m getting tired”, you tell her. “No, come on, let’s get another drink”, she says dragging you to the bar. You gave in to the peer pressure and had another drink. This one was different and definitely much stronger than the others. Without thinking twice about it you chugged the drink, earning cheers and claps from Beth and the bartender.

“Come on let’s go back to dancing!", she once again says dragging you back to the dance floor. You let the alcohol in your system take over, dancing with Beth. You feel a strange sensation, like someone was staring. You looked around the room and stopped once your eyes met the green irises of the man who clouded your mind. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion as he stared at you as you were dancing. Something clicked in you as his eyes roamed your body, your hips swaying from side to side. You enjoyed him staring. You were enjoying the reaction he was having smirking now and then at your movements.

As you danced you felt a pair of hands around your waist, dancing with you. Those hands were definitely not Harry’s considering that he was still staring at you, the eyes that held a bit of mischief, now held darkness, like anger. Two could play at this game, you thought, so you purposely pressed your body to this stranger and closely danced with him. This caused Harry to storm towards you and push the stranger away from you. The drunk individual didn’t even bother to try and fight with Harry, immediately walking away from the situation.

“We are leaving", Harry says, gripping your arm and dragging you out of the house. You didn’t utter a single word as you walked back to your dorm room, noticing that he was upset. Once you reached your dorm, you walked in and immediately took your heels off. He didn’t say anything as you watched him pace back and forth. “Why’re you upset”, you ask, causing him to scoff. “You know why, don’t play dumb y/n”, he says making you frown. "Enlighten me”, you test making him stop in his tracks.

“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you? You knew what you were doing dancing around like that”, he says, stepping closer to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Plus, it looked like you were too busy with that girl “, you say sitting on the edge of your bed. He leaned in front of you his arms on either side of your body, his face inches away from yours. “Were your jealous?", he says, your eyes rolling at his remark, especially trying to hide the truth. “No, I haven’t been jealous before, so why would I be jealous now”, you smirk.

“You were dancing for me, that I know for a fact. You enjoyed me watching you. Giving me my own little show”, he says leaning closer. “You wish Styles”, you say leaning back to keep a bit of distance. “Oh, come on baby. We both know you love me watching you. Whether its you dancing, or playing with yourself", he is now extremely close to your face, your eyes widening at his little comment. "W-What?", you say, causing his smirk to widen at the fact that you just got caught.

“That’s right baby. I saw you playing with your pussy earlier today. You were too into it to notice. But let me tell you, it was definitely a sight to see”, he looks between your lips and eyes. It did turn you on that he caught a glimpse of you playing with yourself. “Now tell me princess, what were you thinking about when you were playing with yourself?", he whispers. You felt your face grow hot, the heat causing a crimson color to adorn your cheeks. “Harry, I- “, "nuh-uh-uh. Come on, you can’t be shy now princess. Now tell me”, he insists but you were too embarrassed to admit that you were thinking of him.

“Were you thinking about me being between your legs?”, he whispered. You couldn’t say anything. “Or maybe you were thinking about me fucking you in my bed”, he taunts. He stares at you intently, wanting some sort of reaction from you. He took his hand and lightly caressed up your arm, goosebumps forming at his touch. “Want to know a secret?", he asks. “Yes”, you whisper. “I think about fucking you all of the time”, he confesses, your eyes widening at his confession. Your heart rate increasing at the fact that he’s been wanting the same thing as you.

“The whole night I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you out of this little black dress and making you mine. Having you wrap your wet pussy around my cock. Making you moan my name at how good I’m fucking you”, he teases, your breathing picking up at how horny you were getting. “Do you want me to fuck you baby, cause if you do, all you have to do is ask”, he whispers against your ear. He places a small kiss on your neck, your eyes closing at the sensation of his lips on your skin. “Come on baby, you know you want it as much as I do”, he whispers, his lips now planting kisses on your cheek. You really wanted him to. You wanted him to fuck you, like he did in your mind.

You pushed him away from your body, now standing up as he looked down at you. With all the confidence you had, you leaned back in your bed, your legs spread just a tiny bit, before looking up at him with a smirk. “Fuck me Harry”, you simply say, causing him to be a bit surprised. Nonetheless, Harry went on his knees in front of you. He took your leg in his hand and slowly trailed kisses up your leg until he reached your thighs. Without thinking about it, he pushed the dress upwards, resting on your waist. “Did you wear this specifically for me princess?", he says, kissing your inner thighs, your legs over his shoulders.

His lips sucked on your inner thighs, creating hickeys that will be noticeable tomorrow. He lightly bit the sensitive skin causing you to gasp at the harsh feeling on your sensitive skin. “Answer me princess", he mumbles, his mouth still attacking your thighs. “Yes”, you whispered breathlessly, the anticipation taking control of your body. “They look so sexy on you baby. Although right now they’d look better off”, he says looping his finger on the lace undergarment and pulling it down your leg. He smirked, his eyes lighting up as he saw your bare wet pussy.

“How beautiful", he says spreading your legs apart, so he got a better view of your glistening pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you baby, but first. I want to kiss you”, he moves up your body until your face to face. Instantly he attaches his lips to yours his tongue twirling with yours for dominance, him winning. You felt his fingers trail down your body until he slides them over your pussy, a moan immediately coming out of you as his fingertips made contact with your clit. “So wet for me”, he mumbles against your lips.

His fingers start rubbing your clit, the nub being sensitive as he played with you. His fingers slid against your clit and down your hole, spreading your wetness on your pussy. “Mmm Harry”, you moaned as his two fingers inserted inside you. Fuck that feels good you thought. Your legs automatically spread out more, wanting to feel more. He thrusted his fingers rapidly in you as he kissed you, sucking on your lips. The only sound being heard are your panting breaths and the sound of your wetness on Harry’s fingers. He continued his assault on your pussy until he changed the angle of his fingers. He thrusted them up and down inside of you, a foreign feeling overtaking your senses. A pressure forming within you as he repeatedly thrusted his long digits inside you. “Fuck Harry!”, you moaned rather loudly, your pants becoming louder and louder. Your legs starting to shake as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you moan. “That’s right baby, cum on my fingers", he groaned against your ear. That pressure exploded out of you, your back arching as you came, but not before squirting all over his hand. “Fucking hell that was sexy baby”, he says, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking off your juices.

He instantly kneeled down between your legs, wrapping them around his head as his mouth attacked your sensitive pussy. His tongue gave you no mercy as it flicked your clit and licked your wetness and cum. Your body jolted from how sensitive you were, but this only made Harry want to eat you more. He ducked on your clit, pulling it back and letting it go multiple times, your clit swollen from him rubbing you. Your fingers attached themselves to his curls, pulling on them as he inserted his tongue inside you, flicking it the best he could. “Ooh fuck Harry”, you moaned out, his nose pressing against your clit. He moaned against you, the vibration becoming too much. Your legs started shaking around his head, his head moving up and down as licked you completely. “I want you to squirt one more time for me princess”, he says inserting his long wet digits inside you again and fingering you at a fast pace. He rubbed your clit fast as he fingered you and soon you were a screaming mess and squirting again, the sight making his rock hard and groan in pleasure.

You sat up, your hands reaching down to his pants, unbuttoning them. “Take them off Harry”, you say, not caring how eagerly you sounded. You needed him now. He took off his pants, standing up off the bed. You got on all fours on the bed, watching his cock spring free from the constraints of his clothes. “Want to suck on my cock princess?", he asks. “Yes please”, you say innocently. You open your mouth, and he slides his cock in your mouth. You didn’t touch it with your hands, bobbing your head back and forth. “Fuck your mouth feels so good”, he groans, his head leaning back in pleasure. Slowly he inserted more of himself, the tip hitting the back of your throat, his pelvis touching your nose. You moaned against his cock as he slid it back out, then thrusting it back in. You hallowed your cheeks creating the tightness he needed. He leaned in taking a hold of your hair to pull it back. “Let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours”, he pants.

He slowly thrusted into your mouth, little by little his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Your small moans becoming gags as he hit the back of your throat saliva dripping down your mouth. Your eyes tearing from the pleasure you were giving him. “Fuck baby. I’m gonna cum”, he moans. You moan against him one last time, the sensation causing the grip on your hair to tighten, and his thrust coming to a halt as you tasted his cum on your tongue. His warm liquid dripping down your throat. You sucked him a couple more times before removing your mouth from his cock with a pop. “Fucking amazing", he praises, wiping the sides of your mouth with his fingers. "Beautiful", he mumbles kissing your lips.

“Let’s take you out of this dress”, he says, leaning down to unzip your dress. Once the dress was off, your hands went to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each one until it was off and placed with the pile of clothes on the floor. His tattoos were on full display now. Tattoos that you would sneakily look at when he was shirtless in the room without him knowing. You were fully exposed now and quite frankly you were extremely nervous. He got on the bed, hovering over yours as your back pressed against the mattress. This image that constantly would replay in your head now becoming a reality. He dipped his head at the crook of his neck leaving small kisses. His lips trail up your neck, kissing along your jaw until he kissed your lips.

You both moaned against each others' lips, your hands on his biceps as he held himself over you. You reach up to kiss his neck, sucking on his skin lightly, leaving a small mark.

“Ready princess?", he asks. “Yes”, you say desperately. His hand reached down between time two of you, gracing his cock in his hand and pumping it a couple of times. Your eyes stayed glued to his actions as he slapped his dick on your sensitive pussy, your body jolting a bit at the sensation. With a couple more slaps, he slowly inserted himself in you, your eyes rolling back at how full you were, his thick cock stretching your insides deliciously. The grip on his bicep tightening, leaving small crescents on his skin.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re tight “, he moans, slipping all the way in you.

He stayed still for a moment letting you adjust, the slight stinging subsiding. “I’m good”, you say. Slowly he thrusted outward, then inward, thrusting at a steady pace. He adjusted his body, kneeling down in front of you, grabbing your thighs. This new angle made him hit your cervix repeatedly, the delicious sensation sending you into heaven. Your eyes rolled back as his light thrusts became harsher. You grabbed your breasts squeezing them with each thrust.

“Fuck Harry, that feels so good. Don’t stop”, you moan as he thrusted faster. You opened your eyes, watching his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “That’s right baby, fuck my pussy”, you moan, not knowing what came over you, but noticing that he liked it when you talked dirty. “You like how I’m fucking your pussy princess?", he groaned. “Mmm yes Harry”, you gasp as he sharply thrusted in you. “I love how you’re taking my cock so well “, he says, letting go of your thighs and leaning in to kiss you. His forehead leaned into yours as he thrusted in you, moaning against each other. “I-I want to ride you”, you say. He didn’t answer, just smirked as he switched positions. He was now laying on the bed, you on top with your legs on each side of his waist.

In this position you fully felt him all the way inside of you. Without any time to adjust you moved your hips, first moving your hips in a circling motion. He grabbed your waist, holding you as you moved. You then moved upwards, your head falling back in pleasure at how deep he felt. Your hands placed on his chest as you bounced on his dick more rapidly. His hands guiding you, his grip tightening on as the grip on his cock tightened too. You couldn’t stop moaning, the noises of slapping skin being euphoric. The bed hitting the wall repeatedly as he started thrusting upwards, meeting you halfway. “Fuck Harry, I’m gonna cum baby”, you moaned. “Me too babe”, the pants. He leans your body over his, your chest against his, his hands on your ass now, spreading your cheeks as he pounded into you.

His rapid movements literally knocking the air out of you as you uncontrollably moaned against his ear, his moaning against yours as well. Your sweaty skin slapping against each other as he guided you through your orgasms. “H-harry, on my gosh”, you moaned as you came all over his dick. You felt his dick twitch inside you, and he stilled inside you, dispensing his load in your creamy walls. You were both panting, trying to control your breathing. You kissed his lips softly, riding him lightly, milking him empty. You were both sensitive from your actions, halting completely and just staying still as he softened inside you.

“That was amazing” he mumbles against your shoulders. “Yes, it was”, you say pecking his lips as you got off of him. “We should do it more often”, he says, causing you to laugh. “Maybe, but only if you don’t sleep with other girls" you say, looking at him. "Confession. I haven’t slept with anyone since I started thinking about you in this way”, he says, removing a strand of hair from your face as you were now laying down, facing one another, and placing it behind your ear. “In what way?”, you ask, a small smile playing on your lips. “In a lovingly way “, he answers. "Lovingly can mean so many things”, you giggle. “In a… romantically way”, he reiterates. Your checks turned red at his confession. "Really? But you bring girls around-”, “But, I never sleep with them. We make-out, yes, but never sleep, I make that very clear”, he says. Shocked was an understatement. “Let’s see where it goes”, you say making him smile. “Yeah?”, he asks. “If you want to “, you say. “of course I do “, he says, placing small kisses on your lips. “Okay then let's do this “, you say. “Let’s princess", he smiles. You couldn’t be any happier and as you layed here with him, in his arms, naked, you were excited at what the rest of the semester would be like, especially sharing a room with him.

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