#thanks for helping make this year a little better 🖤
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Tag 3 people who have made your year better and send this to the last 10 blogs in your notifications (anonymously or not) ❣
I can't simply tag 3. So many people made this year wonderful for me, and I want to acknowledge them all!!
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@a-queen-of-the-clouds - Jori, you are always a joy to have on my dash. I have so much fun reading your tags. Never change!! I love you, and am grateful to know you.
@arnold-layne - My beloved!! We've been friends for a while, but I feel like our communication has really ramped up this year. I'm so glad that we've been talking more! You're a really cool person, and I love our interactions. Ilysm.
@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands - Alessia!! Sweetie, you are one of the kindest people I've ever met. I love your fashion, your passion for your interests, and how much you care about your friends. I am so so grateful for our continuing friendship. ILY!!
@born-to-lose - Mel, my beloved, my wife!! You know I'm obsessed with you. You are the language queen, a talented writer, and stunningly hot. Iconic all around. I love you and our friendship. Here's to another year! Kisses!!
@day-trippin-dreamer - TINA!!!!!! Our daily conversations have helped me stay sane through this crazy year. Even though timezones are not our friends, I love that we manage to stay updated on each other's days. We will meet up in Belgium to watch movies together one day. My passport should arrive in early February lol. One step closer!! I love you so much, and I adore our friendship. Thank you for everything!!
@deadhousep1ants Bee!! Hiiii! I am so glad to have met you this year! We talk more on Instagram than here nowadays, but I needed to include you on this post!! We have a lot in common, and I just generally think you're really cool. I'm really happy to be your mutual. I'm always wishing you the best! Ily.
@doctorqueensanatomy - Sheamus, I don't think I need to tell you how much I appreciate, because I say it all the time. However, I'm still going to tell you again. I love you!!!! Our friendship is precious to me, and I am so sad I can't hug you. I am still sitting, waiting, and constantly checking my email for when you'll receive any of the things I sent you for Christmas lol. I'm grateful for the opportunity to physically show how much I care, and I look forward to all of our future conversations (in text and call). Btw you're also like a super talented writer, and that needs to be acknowledged.
@duffmckagans - Kelsey, you're like a piece of my soul put into another person. We are so similar, and it's crazy how well we get along. I love our daily catch ups, and that I can text you about literally anything. There is no one else I'd rather sob to about Axl. I can always count on you. You're an insanely talented writer, so smart in general, and always have the correct opinion. You know I love you.
@emodennis - Phoenix, my dude, I am so happy we've become friends this year!! Last year, I wouldn't have imaged myself on Sunnyblr (as I literally didn't know it existed). I am so glad to be there, because otherwise we wouldn't have met. I'm excited to see how our friendship progresses in the coming year!!
@glamourizedcocaine - Alexi, you haven't been active lately. I'm not sure you'll see this, but it feels wrong to exclude you from this post. I love being able to scream nonsense about Gerard with you. You're a good friend, and I miss you on my dash. Ily.
@hobbitinneverland - İrem!! You're such a positive force on my dash and in my notes. I love you so much!! You always brighten my day with your presence. You're so amazing. Sending you the best vibes!!
@i-dont-like-rice - My dear Andi, idk if you'll see this, but I will take any opportunity to say how wonderful you are. I love your chaos. I love that I can talk to you about anything, and you'll understand. I feel like you see parts of me that no one else can, and I hope you know that your friendship is irreplaceable. I love and miss you! I look forward to our meeting in Belgium one day!!
@idontwanttospoiltheparty - Hi Fiona!! Your blog is so fun. It's the best hub for Beatles and Swiftie discussions. I love being able to see takes without absurd drama. I may not always agree with your opinions, but I have a lot of respect for you. You're really smart, talented, and all around fun. I'm grateful for our friendship. Ilysm.
@inquisitiveheretic - Lee!!!!!!! I think I'm incapable of thinking your name without screaming it mentally. You are my favorite mysterious mutual. I am always so excited to talk to you, and I feel so happy when I see you in my notifications. I think you're my biggest example of an opposites attract friend due to our wide divergence of interests, and that's really cool to me. You are someone that I take great comfort in, and I wish I could hug you. I think of you whenever I listen to Metallica, and that happens a lot. Love you.
@losers-yurio - Rylie, you aren't very active here, but I hope you know I still love you with my entire heart despite having less communication this year. I'm on better terms with my parents in regards to calling people, and I'm hoping to have more free time soon. We really really need to reconnect. I love and miss you so much. You will always be my first real Internet friend, and one of my favorite people ever.
@modernloverss - Syd!! First of all, I hope you know you can ramble to me about Ghost anytime, and I'll be very excited about it. It's been fun watching you fall down the fandom rabbit hole. All of our interactions have been so overwhelmingly positive. Your presence always warms my heart, and that is just about the highest praise I can bestow. Ilysm.
@nocturnal-light - Lynne, I am forever in awe of you. You're a creative artist, a stunning ice skater, and an impressive bassist. You can do it all omg. I'm proud of you for all you've accomplished, and I'm rooting for you from the virtual sidelines. Also, in case no one has told you lately, you're doing great with school. You will make it through!! I love being mutuals and friends. Ily!!
@no-fxn-club - Frankie, my dude, the iconic southern who confuses me constantly, you are one of my best friends. I will never be able to tell you I love you enough times. I am SO SAD I can't hug you!!!! I know you give amazing hugs. You have a big heart, and I'm grateful to be your friend to receive some of that love. You have an A+ music taste, a killer sense of fashion, and I always have so much fun talking to you about the most random stuff. I LOVE YOU!!
@nuttmeg13 - Megan, you were my first mutual! Though not directly, you did help me figure out how this place works lol. I'm grateful for you, because I really love Tumblr now that I've found community. You have The Best opinions. I have absorbed so much random Doctor Who information over the years, and I love seeing your fandoms that I know nothing about! You're one of my favorite Swifites!! Ilysm!
@ob-la-di-ob-la-di - Ameera, you are always a source of positivity. You are a talented artist, and I hold it so near and dear to my heart that you drew me!! I think about that all the time, because it was so sweet!! Every interaction we have brings me so much joy. You're gorgeous inside and out. I love you!
@only-a-heartbeat-away - Harlow!! I appreciate you so much. I can always count on you for participation in ask and tag games. It's been lovely getting to know you through games. You have an excellent music taste, and you're such a fun person. Ily! Thanks for being my friend!
@ramblinguitar - Hi Alexa!! First and foremost, thank you for all of the music recommendations this year. I think I've added every song to my main playlist. You have great taste, and a good understanding of what I enjoy. That's really cool. I'm thankful to have such an awesome, grunge mutual and friend. You're talented, and I wish I wasn't broke so I could actually buy bracelets from you. I love your work!! Ily, my dear friend!!
@smokeandmirrorz - Jeordie!! You're so damn cool. First of all, I'm so excited to receive your card this year. Your art is stunning!! I love your style, and it means so much that you were willing to make something for me again. You're so nice!! You have impeccable style, great taste in pop culture, and I love our conversations. One of these days I really hope I'm free when you do a movie stream or just a voice chat. Ily and our friendship!
@therockywhorerpictureshow - Ella, you are an incredible baker! I love seeing posts of what you have created. Your posts always make me hungry lol. A+! Also, your dogs are so cute. Such a pleasure to see!! I love seeing you in my notifications and on my dash. I'm so glad we're mutuals. Ily!
@tomkeifer - Ren, you're one of my favorite people and I hope you never forget that. You're easily one of the coolest people I know. You're incredibly smart, and I know you are going to accomplish great things in life. I am so excited to see that happen. You're a talented musician, have amazing hair/makeup skills/fashion, and are overall a good person. I'm forever impressed with you. Please drink some water. I love you!!
@th0mas-jerome-newton - Zoran, my Polish mutual, my whole heart. Ilysm!! You are such a fun presence on my dash. We don't talk very much, but you bring me such comfort. I'm grateful for you!!
@xx-key-xx - What can I say? You're an icon. I love your commitment to the 2000s. You are my favorite 2000s girlie, and I love your posts so much. Not to sound like I'm signing a yearbook, but stay cool ILY!!
#to all of my lovely mutuals whether mentioned or not please know I love and appreciate you all#thanks for helping make this year a little better 🖤#anon thank you for the opportunity and excuse to compliment my friends! I appreciate you as well!!#asks#anon#mutuals
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.
• Summary: just a compilation of Charles’ ig posts showing how much he’s obsessed and in love with you and his baby.
• Warnings: none just pure fluff.
• A/N: I know I know… I’m a sucker for dad fics I just can’t help it 😭😭 this is my first time posting a smau so please be kind with me I know it’s bad 😭 let me know what I can do to do it better and what you think ❤️ love you all xx
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charles_leclerc You have never been more beautiful than you are now mon amour. Watching you grow our baby is one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed 🖤
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user1 Charles whipped Leclerc is back in town!
charlos123 screaming, crying throwing up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
landonorris find yourself someone who loves you like Charles loves his wife (I'm 5'10 girls)
oscarpiastri Shut up no you’re not
user88 💀💀💀
yourusername Je t'aime plus que la lune et les étoiles mon amour ❤️ We’re both so lucky to have you (I love you more than the moon and the stars)
charles_leclerc Je t'aime beaucoup plus bébé❤️ (I love you so much more baby)
versclerc the way he just answers her comments 😭
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charles_leclerc For you mon amour.
For you, who looks in the mirror and doesn’t like what you see but is truly the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
For you, who every single day gives me one more reason to love you even more, something I didn’t even believe was possible. Feeling something so strong for someone that the word ‘love’ isn’t enough to describe it.
For you, who taught me the meaning of true love and what’s really important in life.
For you, who are so beautiful that it still surprise me even after so many years being together how you manage to give me butterflies in my stomach.
For you for whom just one look is enough to make my heart race and my hands sweat.
For you who are the most beautiful thing life has ever given me.
For you, who can brighten my darkest day, who can make me the happiest that I’ve ever been.
For you, who gave me the most beautiful gift I could have ever asked for.
We can’t wait to hold you mon petit, please hurry up 🙏🏻❤️
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user24 GOOD FUCKING BYE
user98 Dragging my teeth on the concrete
mstleclerc CHARLESJSJSIDJSOSKSNSJ OMFGGGGGG 😭😭😭
carlossainz55 you’re making me want one of those little shits
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landonorris I almost shed a tear not gonna lie
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arthur_leclerc I’m so happy for you brother I can’t wait to spoil my nephew ❤️
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charles_leclerc By the way my wife just bursted out crying seeing this post and I was about to make a video but she literally threatened to kill me if I did ❤️ God I love her 😍
f1fun_12 This is such a Y/n thing to do 😭
sainzzzzzzzzzzzz As she should!
yourusername I can’t put into words how much I’m grateful for you and for everything you do for our little family. Our son is so lucky to have you as a father and I couldn’t have chosen a better husband. I’d be so lost without you baby, I love you more than my life ❤️ ps: stop making me cry for fucks sake I don’t have any more tears in my body thanks
charles_leclerc Can you please unlock the bedroom darling?
yourusername Nope, that’s what you get for trying to filming me
yourusername UNLESS……. You bring me a ketchup sandwich
charles_leclerc it’s already on the way my queen 👸🏻 your wish is my command
user7612 A KETCHUP SANDWICH??? What???
yourusername @user7612 it’s not my fault okay?
monof1 the fact Charles is so used to her cravings that he’s not even questioning them anymore 😭
charles_leclerc @monof1 fun fact: never NEVER argue with a pregnant woman especially if that pregnant woman is Y/n
monof1 @/charles_leclerc OMG CHARLES HI I LOVE YOU
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yourusername
What did I do to deserve you?
landonorris answered your story:
You’re so whipped mate
charles_leclerc can you blame me? Have you seen my wife and THAT baby bump?
carlossainz55 answered your story:
Yeah ok we get you’re in love and bla bla bla
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charles_leclerc There are only a few days left until our baby arrives and I’m scared and impatient at the same time. My wife is sleeping next to me now breathtakingly beautiful and I’ve taken some time to reflect on how these 9 months have flown by and I can’t believe it, it seems like it was just yesterday that we found out we were expecting a baby. I can no longer remember what my life was like before knowing your existence, little one.
I can't help but imagine and think about you in everything I do and every step I make, thinking about how beautiful it’ll be to see you take your first steps, to see you run around the house, dirty everything, to see you measure my helmets, to see you trying my race suits, to see you go to school, to see you grow in the beautiful and amazing person you’re going to be.
We’ll probably argue sometimes, although I’ll make sure that never happens, but whatever happens, just know that I loved you more than my life from the first moment since I saw that positive pregnancy test and I hope you’ll never forget it even if we have any argument.
Mommy and I are so eager to finally hold you in our arms, hear you cry and take your first breath in this new life. It hasn’t always been easy, I’ll be honest, and it won’t be easy but I wouldn’t change anything. I love you mon petit ange. 🖤
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user90 CHARLES 😭😭😭😭😭
maxlecsainz I swear it’s not that I don’t want a baby it’s just men are not like Charles Leclerc
y/nmommy1 who wants to take a quick bath with a toaster?
user65 I’m on my way sis
y/ncharles82772 wait for me I’m taking a nap on a highway right now
norrizzzzz528 I know it’s the bare minimum but seeing the way Charles loves his family makes my heart so happy 😭😭😭
lewishamilton I’ve never thought there would be a day where I’d be jealous of Charles Leclerc but here we are… Jokes aside I’m so happy for you mate 🖤
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user209 you’re so real Lew
landonorris when will the child see his fav uncle?
arthur_leclerc EXCUSE ME?
lorenzotl you’re so delusional
carlossainz55 Yeah. Clearly I AM already his favourite one
pierregasly you’re all so wrong @/yourusername said he’ll like me the most 💁🏻♂️
charles_leclerc @/pierregasly she literally never said that?
pierregasly @/charles_leclerc oh shut up you know it’s true
user42 what is going on in this comment section??? 💀
daddylec16 the way they can’t never leave Charles in peace even in his comment section 😭
maxverstappen1 Once I saw Charles crying his eyes out because Y/n sent him an audio with the baby’s heartbeat since he couldn’t make it for the ultrasound
user66 OH MY GOD!!!!!!! 😭😭
maxalonso1995 STOPPPPP GIVE US MORE MAX
charles_leclerc THAT’S NOT TRUE I was just having an allergic reaction to dust
maxverstappen1 @charles_leclerc oh c’mon Charlie
user66 CHARLIEHSJSJDJJS FUCK OFF
charles_leclerc @/maxverstappen1 it only happened ONCE
leclercfan12 every day Charles comes on this app and has to fight for his life poor baby
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charles_leclerc Our little boy Jules Hervé Leclerc is finally here.
I can’t even put into words how over the moon we are right now, I feel like my life just started all over again. Watching my wife give birth to my son is an experience I’ll never forget, you’re a force of nature baby I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me.
And to my little Jules I love you more than the air I breathe I can’t way to start this new life with you ❤️
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yourusername Don’t let him fool you guys he went to sleep after I GAVE BIRTH
charles_leclerc OMFG THAT’S NOT TRUE DON’T LISTEN TO HER
yourusername hehe 😆 just kidding guys he’s the best. I love you so much Cha, Jules and I are so lucky to have you ❤️
user765 STOP THE WAY CHARLES IS CRYING IN THE FIRST PIC
user22 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
mclarengirllll112 JULES HERVÉ LECLERC DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKING CRYING
norrizzzzz528 WHAT IF I JUST KILLED MYSELF
user976 OUR PRINCE IS HERE EVERYBODY MOVE
daddylec16 I know I’ll find someone who loves me like Charles loves his family. I just know it
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Love & Career in 2024 🖤🍷💸
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I'll be using tarot cards and my own intuition so it may not resonate with everyone. Keep in mind that this reading is purely for entertainment purposes so be mindful of your own actions and choices. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make on behalf of my readings.
Pick a pile masterlist 🖤
Pile 01
8 wands, 6 wands, page of swords, queen of swords, knight of pentacles
Hello beautiful souls 💓
Let's talk about your career first. I'm seeing you getting praised or popular very fastly. If you're manifesting something career related then it's your sign it's gonna enter your life soon! You'll get a promotion at your workplace and if you're still studying then I'm seeing you're gonna be the top student of your class. Everyone will praise you and you'll be in Everyone's talks and gossips about how did you achieve it.
If some things got stuck or stagnant then a change is coming soon. All this stagnant energy will flow away and new creative and inspiring energy will lead you towards success my dear pile 1. Don't worry just be consistent and your efforts will be recognized and appreciated very soon.
New ideas will be put into action or will be manifested in reality. If you wanna start a new course then it's the right time to do so. I'm seeing communication for you too. You'll get new opportunities and will make new contacts and connections in your work life which will help you alot leveling up more.
Your overall energy is the Queen of swords which tells me that this year, you'll just focus on your goals and won't spend too much time thinking about the bs. Your plans would be clear cut and will be put into action. I'm not seeing you procrastinating or smth like that. It's a very fast, quick and easy going energy, but stable throughout.
New opportunities on the way! I'm seeing you getting a job letter or something like that. If you're struggling with getting a job then an opportunity is out there in 2024! So be ready ♡
2 wands, 8 wands, 9 pentacles, Temperance, 6 swords, 9 swords ( 5 pentacles, the devil, 4 pentacles, the moon, 5 swords)
Woah! You know what pile 1, we need to let go of some things before before it's too late. We need to let go of things even if it hurts only for our own good. The bad or good news is I'm seeing you breaking up or finally letting go of a toxic relationship or love. You've held it in for so long and in 2024, I'm seeing you releasing all of that. It's better to leave than being left out in the cold, right?
2024 is the year of a fresh start and ending the cycles. It's the year to relax and heal. It's great that you're walking away from such people. I know it takes a lot of strength and courage to do that and you have the guts to leave someone so toxic and unhealthy for you. I'm not necessarily seeing someone new entering in your life. I'm seeing YOU, choosing to walk away from this situation.
You'll know that the grass is greener on the other side. You'll explore new things in love. Maybe go on a few dates? By the end of 2024, you'll be balanced spiritually and physically. You'll be properly healed and you'll discover much more about yourself rather than other people. It's necessary to know ourselves before trying to understand some one else. That's it for you, please reblog this post if you liked it. Thanks ♡
Pile 02
3 of swords, page of pentacles, ace of swords, 6 of wands, the devil, 8 of wands
Career wise, Things may get a little rocky for you this year. But don't worry, with extra caution and mindfulness you'll be able to thrive through this. The advice I'm getting for is to not take any shortcuts for success to come fast, as it'll only result in your own downfall.
Be careful of people who look very nice and popular as they're not what they seem from their outer side. Just focus on grabbing opportunities and working truthfully for yourself and your loved ones. Your creative energy would be at peak this year, it's time for you to realize your potential and work with it next year.
Your 2024 is the year to hustle hard so be dedicated to your work/study. Lot's of success will be at your door if you don't fall into any traps.
Knight of cups, wheel of fortune, 9 of pentacles, 4 of pentacles, the hermit, 7 of wands ( 9 swords & 8 pentacles )
Wow babe! You've done lots of healing and lot's of self care in 2023! And now it's the time for love finally coming into your life through divine intervention in 2024. As we have the wheel of fortune here, I'm seeing You've finally let go of the old cycles and karmic patterns.
The old thinking patterns and attachment wounds will be healed. You'll fight your way through this very powerfully. You've done a lot of self introspection and self discovery in 2023.
You are one step ahead of pile 1, you're asked to just go with flow and let the universe guide you through the vast ocean of sadness to the never ending love. A romantic, water sign energy may approach you with love 👀 next year. Abundance and clarity will flow through just don't complex your emotions any more. Trust your intuition and let it guide you.
That's it! Pile 2 ♡ If this helped you a little bit please comment and reblog xoxo
Pile 03
The magician, Temperanc, ace of wands, 8 wands, ace of cups, the fool (king of cups)
The year 2024 will bring you lots of emotional satisfaction in terms of your career. You would be a successful person, but with the right actions and decisions. Create a path for yourself and walk on it. You should have the desire amd commitment if you wanna achieve something in life.
In 2024, there is a need for you to have a clear mindset snd step wise approach. Do everything in a proper balance. Good things take time to manifest. Your dedication and ability to stay composed under pressure will help you stand out.
Whatever you're thinking about, go for it. Just "go for it", don't think too much if that gives you happiness. Whether you've been thinking about launching a project or reaching out to a new networking connection, 2024 is the time.
Next year would be an year of swift progress and rapid growth. Everything will seem so fast and would gain momentum. You may even travel for work.
Something would be headed your way in your professional life, whether that's a new job, a new responsibility within your current role, or even a new business partner or connection, a new and promising path may be opening up.
You'll overall enjoy this year in terms of your professional or career life.
10 swords, 2 of wands, knight of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, queen of swords, 5 of wands, the tower ( 9 swords, 7 cups, magician )
Listen pile 3, to be honest 2024 would be rocky for you, you know. I channeled that you should not go alone in clubs or pubs or take any drinks with strangers. Be careful guys.
For some of you I'm getting that you guys are just staying single this year and focusing more on your self growth and options in love. You may solo travel or go on solo dates. You know loving yourself and all.
You may actually reach out to a therapist if your experiences were not so good in love before. If not, then I'm seeing you reaching out for yourself, my love. You're giving yourself the love and warmth you've never received from anyone else. You're now, not letting bs people get into your life and make a hell out of it. You're tryna stay healthy and happy.
For some of you, there's an advice of manifesting new love in your life. Get into that mindset. List down all the qualities you want in a partner and visualizing would also help you.
I'm seeing a divorce for some of you, or even a legal matter that involves a person you once loved. They probably lied and deceived you. You may fight for yourself in the court this year. Sending Lots of hugs and love to you dear if this is happening to you. Stay strong and you'll be more blessed. 💓✨️
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idk if it's blurb material but remus' girlfriend being all quiet and shy until #theprank, and she just loses her absolute shit and tears them a new one for putting remus in that position but also is ultimately the one who helps bring them back together in the aftermath
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“Babe—”
“No! Don’t you even try to ‘babe’ me right now, Sirius Black, or I will hex your ass back into the sixties, you hear me?”
“...yes, ma’am.”
No one had ever seen you so angry. No one even knew you could be angry.
When Remus Lupin had told his friends that he was talking to a girl over a year ago, none of them quite expected to see you. Not for any bad reasons at all, it was more so just the fact that Remus himself could be quite quiet and shy, so they didn’t really expect a girl who was shy and quiet herself.
But you and Remus just worked, and it was never a concern for them as long as their boy was happy.
They had seen you in a variety of situations and moods. They had seen you on the days you were agitated and would snap at someone, only to profusely apologise less than thirty seconds later. They had seen you get frustrated to the point of tears, usually closer to exam season or assignment deadlines.
But never once in the last year since you began dating Remus had they ever seen you this mad, and that was all thanks to Sirius’ great idea to prank Snape in one of the stupidest ways you could ever deem possible.
The aftermath had not been pretty. Not for the boys, not for Remus, not for anyone involved and you had spent the better part of the last two weeks with your boyfriend, almost hiding away from the world.
And now, you were doing what you needed to be done even if the rage inside you was still very much alive and burning.
“I didn’t mean to upset him,” Sirius spoke up eventually as he followed you down the empty corridor. You hadn’t said much to him or any of the boys in the last two weeks, so when you stormed into the Gryffindor common room and told them to follow you, they listened without question. “It was just meant to be—”
You whirled around, the anger in your eyes clear and evident. “I don’t care what it was meant to be, Sirius. It was fucking stupid.”
James’ eyes widened at the curse word. “We know—”
“And yet you still did it,” you snapped back, your hands clenched into fists at your side. “You knew what you did and you still did it.”
Peter cleared his throat a little as though he was going to speak, but one look from you had him quickly taking a step back to hide behind Sirius.
“I know what we did was wrong and stupid, trust me I know it’s wrong,” Sirius sighed, his jaw trembling a little as he tried to get the words out. “The guilt—”
“No,” you sneered, pointing your finger at him and shaking your head. “You don’t get to use that word. Not at all.”
Sirius opened his mouth but nothing came out.
“You know very well how long it had taken Remus to let us in, let you in about his secret. You knew how big of a deal that was to him as he opened up to you about the very thing that made him the most vulnerable,” you gritted through clenched teeth, your finger poking his chest as you punctuated each point. “You knew how much he feared that he would become the monster that hurt him, that he would do to someone what was done to him and yet you still fucking went out of your way to put someone in that position—to put Remus in that position.”
All three boys remained silent.
“That guilt would have killed him,” you croaked, your eyes tearing up as you let out a shaky breath. “But the thing is that no matter how mad and upset he is, I know what he needs is his friends. Even if they are the ones who made him feel this way.”
“We want to be there for him,” James whispered.
“And you will be,” you said to him in a firm voice, glancing between the three boys. “You all will be, or so help me I will make you all regret the day you were born.”
“Thank you,” Sirius murmured but you shook your head.
“I’m doing this for Remus. Not you, Black. Now follow me.”
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Pop Goes The Javi - A Javier Peña One Shot for PMAMC 2024
Written for @wannab-urs Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - proud to be part of this collection of amazing writers. Check them out for all the Pedro Boys being pegged! 🍑 Also, check out last year's PMAMC 2023 too!
Summary: It’s Javi's birthday and you have the perfect gift for him.
Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)
Word Count: 4.5k-ish
Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”
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Explicit - Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess.
NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.
I write for me and I share with you. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.
Author’s Note: There's a fair amount of Javi Spanish in this, so I've provided translations at the end of the story. Special thanks to my sweet hermosa @rhoorl for helping me out with this. 🖤
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As the sun dips below the Bogotá skyline, casting a warm, orange glow across the city, the heat coats your skin like a greased balm.
You find yourself nestled into a cosy booth with Javi in a restaurant; the taste of sweet agave and ash lingers on his lips, and his nimble, thick fingers cause a mutiny of tingles to travel across your epidermis as he brushes the tips of them over your thigh.
The flap of his open collar, under his worn in leather jacket, reveals golden bone protrusions that you long to taste again, and it takes you a few moments to realise that you haven't heard a single word he’s said most of the evening as you’ve been fixated on it, until his fingers sweep up to your inner thigh under the table.
“This fucking dress leaves little to the imagination.” He murmurs, planting a kiss on your temple.
“And I assume yours is running amok right now?” You say, leaning further into him.
“Si, cariño.”
“Good. Mission accomplished.” You smile into his mouth.
He licks his tongue into yours as you tug at the soft, creaky lapel on his jacket.
“I think we should go, vamos a casa,” Javi husks into your face with a prudent smirk; a plush bottom lip pouting suggestively under that moustache.
“No, you’ve not had any dessert yet,” you smile, stopping his hand from going any further.
“I plan on having it back at yours,” he says, eyes dropping to your cleavage and then back up to your face.
“I think you’ll like this one better,” you grin as a dessert with a single candle arrives at your table.
The restaurant staff, having been forewarned it’s Javi's birthday, join in singing a lively rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños, much to his chagrin.
You can’t help but giggle at his discomfort, eyeing you with a puckered frown and pink pout, but equally trying not to laugh at your audacity when you clap and sing along enthusiastically with them.
“For the record, I hate birthdays.” Javi mutters, as you pick up the spoon and feed the dulce de leche flan to him. His teeth clash against the metal as he eats it begrudgingly whilst you grin and sparkle at him.
“I think you’ll enjoy this one. You won’t forget it in a hurry.” You muse.
“Mhm.” He retorts with knitted eyebrows.
“I still haven’t given you your present yet.”
“You got me a present? ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” Javi murmurs under his breath. Then he softens. “If it’s not you in my lap in this dress, then I don’t want it.”
You lean forward, fingers raking through the sweaty curled hairs at the nape of his neck.
“I’m not wearing any underwear…” You tease.
The growl that escapes his lips is heard by the table opposite as they turn quizzically as he feigns clearing his throat.
“We’re going. Right fucking now.” He says, standing. Your eyes are drawn to the obvious bulge straining in his tight jeans at eye level.
A short cab ride to your apartment is spent glued to his lips as your curl yourself around him as close as you physically can. His hand rests dangerously close to the centre of your thighs; the slip of liquid silk from your dress riding up further as his fingers edge closer to the wet heat there.
You soon feel his wandering digits probing brazenly at your slit, sliding the length of them up and down through your drenched lips, making you moan into his hungry mouth on the backseat.
The backs of your thighs stick to the leather as Javi collects the slick pooling at your hole and rubs it onto your clit where he circles languidly with a delicious pressure that makes your skin tighten and crack.
He works two fingers in with slow, intense strokes as he clutches you close to him with his other arm around you, lips buried in the skin at your throat as he sucks it gently into his mouth.
Small, little whines escape you as he builds you up, and it’s not long before you glance at the driver peering at you both through the mirror surreptitiously.
“Ojos en el camino, señor.” Javi instructs with a grizzled bite to his tone as the driver looks away.
He withdraws his fingers smirking as you giggle. He generously tips the driver outside your apartment before pulling you in through the door, latched onto fuzzy lips that want to devour you whole.
He has you pinned up against the door with his hand swimming back under your dress, but you clamp down on his wrist stopping him.
“No. It’s your birthday and I have something I want to give you.” You whisper, stamping a sizzling kiss on his cheek.
“I don’t need anything, but this…” Javi says, stroking lightly against your pussy lips again.
“Please. Just indulge me. No te arrepentirás lo prometo.” You groan, pushing his hand away.
Sighing into your shoulder, Javi allows you to lead him to the bedroom. Kissing feverishly, you unbuckle his jeans; those tight, dark jeans that keep him all snug and shapely as you work your hands over that tight, little ass of his.
You pull away from the kiss, admiring your hands squeezing and lavishing his cheeks slipped down in the back of his jeans. You groan as you knead and squeeze the pliant, bouncy meat of it.
“Is this what you want to do? Feel up my ass?" Javi smirks, the left side of his lip crooking up first.
You shake your head, grinning at him. “No. I want to fuck it.”
Javi baulks. “What?”
"You heard me." You flutter.
He sinks onto the end of the bed, watching as you scurry over to the closet.
“I got you this.” You pull a box out and place it on his lap.
“What is it?” He asks, regarding it as though a bomb might go off in his face at any second.
“It’s your birthday present. Open it.” You say, watching carefully.
He opens it, pulling at the wrapping paper curiously and then sighs when it’s revealed to him.
“Jesus.” He hides the panic in his voice extremely well, but you can see it spreading all over his face.
“Javi, don’t be upset.” You say tentatively.
“I’m not upset, I just…” He looks up at you with those big browns, deep and entrancing, and full of something else; something you’ve never seen before as it picks at you. You worry you've made a mistake.
“We've talked about it. You said you wanted to try it one day."
"I did." He admits in a low tone.
"Do you want to try it tonight?” You probe gently.
“Querida.”
“You know you want to...” You smile enticingly at him.
He glances at you again, that same look and you realise what it is - vulnerability.
“Javi, do you trust me?”
He frowns instantly. “Of course I do, sabes que lo hago.”
“Good. We’ll go as slow as you want.” You confirm, nodding gently.
He stares into the box for a few moments and you can see him gulp. He puts the box on the bed, lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag.
“Don’t I have to prepare, or something?” Javi asks, his shoulders hunching up through the plume of smoke. “I sound like a fucking idiot. Jesus.”
“I've got lube.” You say, nodding to the box.
He peers in. “Mierda.”
You come and sit beside him as he blows the smoke out away from your face. He slings his arm over your shoulder and you kiss his hand as your fingers entwine.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Javi. But I think you want to...” You sway. "I'd really like to fuck you on your birthday," you add, whispering.
Javi regards you carefully, those inquisitive eyes latching onto yours and you can see him mulling it over.
He takes another drag on the cigarette, the end burning a bright red in the darkening room.
"You want to fuck me, cariño, hmm?" He says and you can see that lip crooking up again.
"Mmhm." You nod, smirking.
He blows out more smoke. “Alright. Let me shower first, okay? I fucking stink.”
You smile and nod. “Okay.”
When he comes out, a little while later, the room is cast in a soft light from the bedside lamp.
You have the dildo, lube and strap laid out on the bed. You’re sitting there waiting for him, trying not to imagine him derailing this by his own insecurities, when he emerges with a towel loosely wrapped around his svelte waist and dark hair a damp mess.
He’s never looked so fucking good, golden skin shiny with water droplets that sparkle in the light. You can't help but stare and lick your lips.
“Ven aquí,” you hold out your hand and pull him towards you with an entrancing smile. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to st-”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” Javi growls as he takes your face in his big hands and plants his lips on yours.
He nips on your bottom lip as his hand slides up under your dress to find you soaking for him again. A few brushes against your clit has your thighs spasming, but again you stop him, stepping back and lifting the dress over your head.
You pull the faded towel off of him and turn him so he’s sitting on the bed.
"How do you want me?" Javi asks.
"Just like this," you say.
You kiss all over his tan skin, down his chest and towards the prominent swell of his cock resting against his belly; a small thicket of dark, curled hairs rests at the base, damp from the shower.
He’s already leaking glossy pearls in anticipation as they string onto his skin. You kiss all around his groin, deliberately avoiding his cock as you lay him back.
Parting him by the knees, you smile and stroke the insides of his thighs.
"I want to kiss you."
He nods, pupils already blown and lips parted as he anticipates your every move.
Balls swollen like ripe plums hang heavy over the untouched skin of his taint where you run your tongue first.
The soft snuffles from his nose indicate that he likes it, and you lick under his sack, sucking one of them into your mouth gently as he hisses in response.
Trailing your mouth and planting kisses, you push his legs wider and he moans out as you find his dark, little hole and begin to wiggle the tip of your tongue over it.
Catching him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice, Javi's tone shifts to a higher pitch as you lick around the pink pucker of his ass.
“Fuck,” is all he can but utter on a choked whisper as you tongue him there.
Teasing, licking and smooching around the most intimate part of him, a part that he’s never revealed so brazenly to anyone else before; you can tell by the way he’s all coiled up, fists clenched and back taut and rigid. Trying to relax into it, but feeling out of sorts at the same time as these new sensations flood over him.
He'd said he'd wanted to try it, was curious about the appeal, when you'd both opened up to each other about your fantasies.
You'd asked if he would try with you and he'd said yes, as he kissed you moaning into your mouth, and harder than he'd ever been at the idea.
Equally, you'd thought about nothing else since, planning on making it perfect for him.
Well, there was no perfect time than his birthday and it solved the conundrum of what to get him as a gift.
You flick your tongue over his hole, back and forth, back and forth, as he shudders. You can feel a little contraction as you push in the tip, a slight hesitation, as he grunts out.
But Javi grabs his cock and begins stroking it while gritting his teeth. His breathy groans turn into heated growls as you continue to lick and explore his ass with your tongue, readying him up for what’s to come.
You glance up at him, head craned back in the pillow and slack mouth open, and you know you won’t get that image out of your head for a while; it’s burned into it like a firebrand on raw cattle hide.
He looks fucking exquisite, paused in his own pleasure. His eyes catch yours when you stop, taking this moment to indulge.
“You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?” He questions looking down at you looking at him, as you kiss around his little, pink rim again.
“Maybe.” You smirk. “But you are too, admit it. You like it.”
"I do." He nods with a content snuffle.
You reach for the lube, squeezing a little out and running the smooth silk of it over his hole. He hisses, lips curling back over his teeth, with the coolness of it and you rub your finger over his hole; around in teasing, slow circles, gently increasing the pressing until the tip of your finger slips in.
“Mmm,” he grunts. But you can feel him resisting as it pops out again.
“Relax for me, Javi.” You pat his stomach reassuringly.
You push again when he breathes out and your finger slips in, past the tip and proximal phalanx. You pull back and watch his face; eyes still closed and biting down on his full bottom lip.
His large hands twist at the sheets, gripping so tight they could tear. You pump gently, pushing further in each time and plant kisses on his thigh that twitches.
“You’re doing so good,” you encourage, your mouth running up his thigh as you push your finger deeper with each pump, twisting and curling it until his whines become a strained gasp when you find that delicious, untouched spot.
“Fuh…” Javi husks in a strangled moan.
“That’s the spot huh?” You smile.
“Oh, fuck yes.” He pants as you stroke against it with a little more pressure. "Shit, that's..." He trails off, distracted by how damn good it feels.
His legs jerk as you rub against his spot and his cock literally pulses in response.
"Do that again."
"Are you begging me for more already, Agent Peña?" You grin as you stroke against him some more.
He looks drunk, eyes glazed over as he nods lazily, trying not to grin himself.
“Shall we try the strap?” You entice gently pulling your finger out.
He sits up on his elbows. “If we’re doing this… I-” The look on his face is a mixture of hesitation and fear despite the wild dilating of his eyes turning them into tar pools.
“Why don't you ride me?” You encourage with a nod. “You can control the depth.”
“Jesus Christ…” Javi blushes almost immediately, a heated flush creeping to the tips of his ears.
“If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” You confirm, reaching for the dildo and strap. “But I think you’re really going to like it,” you smile.
“It’s small.” Javi says, sitting up fully as you belt it on, and you're not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.
“Well, your ass is small.” You confirm taking a handful of his pert, little butt. “If you like it we can work up to a bigger one.”
You squeeze lube all over the dildo and look up at him as you lay back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows.
"Come here and kiss me, Javi."
He straddles you, leaning down to plant his lips on yours, and you can tell he’s nervous. You angle the silicone cock between you, as it brushes against the crack of his ass.
The veins in his neck swell, his teeth grinding as he feels it nestle between his cheeks, sticky and wet against his hole.
You hold onto his hips, stroking over the creases in his inner thighs. He looks down at you, eyes deep and trusting, lips red and swollen like the end of his dick.
Big browns melting into you like chocolate.
“Estas listo?” You ask.
“No,” he sighs with a slight crook of his lip and then chuckles.
"Go slowly," you say.
He rocks back and forth gently, your hand clasps softly around his stiff cock, stroking as it glides in and out of your hand effortlessly with the remaining lube around your fingers.
You can feel him tentatively getting comfortable, the head of the dildo rubbing at his wet hole as he braves himself each time to push back that bit further onto it.
He breathes out, relaxing, or trying to relax as best as he can.
Javi stops, freezing, just as it pushes through the rim and gasps. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Slowly,” you ease again, your hand squeezing his thigh, rubbing gently.
You’re tempted to buck up a little, help him through the initial pinching through the sphincters - you know he’ll be clenching.
But you also know he needs the control right now. He needs you to let him do it himself.
“I promise it’ll feel so good,” you say, jerking his cock a little harder. “Just relax.”
“I can’t relax when you’re doing that to my cock, fuck…” Javi groans.
“I can stop-"
“No, no pares… feels so good.”
His fists press into the pillow either side of your head as he leans forward to drape kisses on your mouth and pelts your eyelashes with hot, tempered breaths. "You're fucking killing me, baby." He whispers.
"That's it, let it in. Fuck my cock, Javi. Just like that."
“Mm, shit…” he gasps as he lets his hips sink. “Bésame,” he says, pushing his lips against yours again.
You slip your tongue in his mouth as he whines, gasping as he breaks through.
He slowly builds a momentum, one that steals his words and breath entirely as his grazed chin runs against your jaw. His cock slides into your palm further as he winds his hips.
“Sit back, Javi. Let it fill you up.”
You put your hands on his thighs and push him backwards gently as he steadies himself upright.
You raise both your knees up and it pushes the dildo further into his ass.
“Fuck… Querida!” He pants, forehead and clavicle shiny with that sheen of sweat already as the room is engulfed with heat.
“That feel good?” You ask, smiling at him.
God, he looks so fucking gorgeous on top of you right now. Face and chest flushed pink and glowing in the light.
“Si, así, que bien se siente… Fuck!”
“A little shift in position got you all fucked up, hmm?” You grin.
“Fuck…” It’s all he can say as he works.
You grip round his slippery, fat cock tighter, feeling it pulse against your palm like it has a spine of its own.
“You’re cute when you ride me.”
“Shut up.” He grunts, blushing harder.
“I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Like what?” He gasps.
“Shy.”
“Shut up.” He tries not to smirk under his moustache, but it’s fruitless. It pours out of his mouth like liquid gold dripping onto your tits.
“You look so good, Javi. So fucking gorgeous.” He always does when he's on top giving it to you, but now you're giving it to him, and it's exquisite to watch him him take it all.
He leans forward again, kissing over your nose, making you smile as he works his hips a little faster on the end of your cock. “Querida, it feels-”
“Tell me.”
“It feels really good.” He grunts. “No puedo creer lo bien que se siente…”
“Told you you’d like it.” You giggle. You raise your hips again and he shudders.
“Ah, fuck.”
“Your cock is so hard, Javi.” You say feeling it throb more in your fist. “You really like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your tight little ass, hmm?”
He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives you confirms it. He’s utterly beside it all, cracked open and split in half; a vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Drunk on silicone cock and drooling for more.
"Such a cock slut, aren't you?"
"Hey!" He growls and you giggle again as he pants and whines.
He doesn't know what to do with himself, his large hands keep coming to your face and then to his hips, and back to your face again as he works and grinds. You’ve got him spun, in a tizz.
Javier Peña is a quivering wreck in front of you, on top of you, riding you.
It’s feels so fucking good he can’t think straight.
You can only imagine what he’ll be like when you eventually get him face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of his cute little ass.
The thought makes that hot spark flash down your spine and fizz on the end of your clit. You clench around nothing as you fuck up into him some more.
He’s shaking, you can hear it in his voice, those shudders rolling waves on his smoky breath that dislodge from the back cavity of his throat and tumble into your face, all warm and exposed as they peel open.
“Mmm… mmm.” They flow out of his mouth as jumbled whimpers; little rattled grazes of pleasure between gritted teeth that plead for more and cower in the corner behind terrified eye sockets.
You lean up planting kisses over the smooth crest of his sternum, tasting the salt brine that slicks across it mixing with sweet remnants of your own mango shower gel.
You feel one of his hands supporting the back of your head, combing through your hair as you suck his feverish skin into your mouth.
“Still feel good?” You query, looking up at him.
Javi nods, unable to speak and you decide to thrust up into him that bit deeper.
“Fuck!” He whines loudly, his head snapping back.
You stroke his cock harder, wet and rock solid in your hand as you pump. His whole body shakes now, moving in tandem with you.
“Are you gonna come soon, Javi?”
“Fuck… yeah…” he whispers raggedly. "Si, si..."
He pulls you up a little closer to him. Just his hips move, his cock crushed between the two of you now as he cradles you close, slicking between your stomachs as he grinds his ass deep on the dildo.
“Oh fuck!” He growls louder, more unrestrained.
“Yeah. That’s it.” You enthuse.
He takes his cock, jerking it hard; sitting fully upright as his hips swivel around on the dildo stuffed tight in his ass.
“Come for me, Javi.” You urge him, reaching up to stroke his chest. "Come all over me."
You buck up into him again, holding onto his shoulders, weighing him down on the dildo, noticing he’s stopped moving, and then he utterly loses it.
The tip of his cock pulses and squirts thick, pearly ribbons of come from it, splashing over your breasts.
He grunts with the strain, the pleasure coursing through his body at breakneck speed, flooding him. It feels like electricity in his bones, water filling in his lungs.
“Fuck, fuck… fuck!” He pants. A small, breathy chuckle escapes him as he ejaculates; his cock continuing to leak all over his hand and you keep going, pushing up into him as he explodes.
You kiss him delicately, pecking and licking at his lips.
“Mmm shit,” he murmurs against you.
You buck up again, fucking him that little bit harder as he keeps fucking his fist.
“You’re not done yet, Javi.”
There’s so much of it spilling out of him onto your chest as the dildo rubs against the place deep inside of him that makes him boneless putty in your arms.
“Q-querida.” He stammers out.
“Mmhmm?”
“Fuck.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah!” He puffs.
“You coming again?”
“I don't think I've stopped... Jesus fucking Christ!”
"You feel so good, Javi." You praise as he whines and whimpers endlessly.
He flops forward, his body trembling.
“Do you think you can take it a little bigger next time?”
“Mmm, fuck… next time? I… shit.” He can’t even think about next time, he’s still reeling from this time.
“You don’t want to?”
“No I do… no te detengas… I really fucking do.” He’s gasping now, babbling almost in a mix of clumsy Spanish and English as he tries to get his thoughts straight.
He doesn’t want it to end. His hand is a sticky mess, warm and full of his spend that keeps leaking from him.
You giggle as he pushes his forehead against yours, the sweat slipping across it as he breathes out. He can barely keep himself upright.
“Can I fuck you a bit harder?” You ask.
“Que?”
"I wanna fuck you. From behind."
"Si..."
“On your hands and knees, baby.” You smirk at him as you kneel up between his legs as he gets into position.
You squirt some more lube over the dildo and push it gently against his stretched little hole. It squelches as you slide in easily and he hums out in keen want.
You hold onto his cheeks, squeezing as you thrust your hips forward gently, sliding the dildo in with ease as he’s open and relaxed; nice and deep, and his groans shake the walls.
His hand comes over his mouth as though he’s in shock at the noises he just made.
“Let it out, baby.” You say. “I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Javi.”
“Mmm-mmm-mmm-fuck-fuck!” He faceplants into the pillow, back arching in a way you’ve never seen him flex before.
You see him push back, chasing your cock as you withdraw and plunge in.
“You can’t get enough, can you?” You snicker.
He doesn’t answer, but you know that he wants more; know that he’s close to breaking point again as you fuck him harder. The slick pops of the dildo in and out of his ass fill your ears alongside his moans and growls.
He takes you well, takes you that bit harder as you fuck with determined resilience, your hips snapping into him now.
You’ll know he’ll stop you if it’s too much, you remind him to, but the way he’s growling and panting tells you he never wants you to stop.
“Querida, don’t… I… shit. Fuck!” He pants. “I can’t believe you’re fucking inside me, no puedo creerlo.”
Javi whines, long and low as you grind a little more frantically now, fuck him deeper as he twists at the sheets, grinds on his teeth until they’re worn down to flat stumps in his gums.
“Come for me, Javier.” You press.
His cock still hasn’t fully recovered yet, still half hard, but it doesn’t matter, another creamy load starts to leak from it as you grind up agaisnt that sweet spot inside him, spurting thick globs across the sheets below him.
And he can’t quite believe it.
“There we go.” You praise as you watch Javi shatter into pieces for the second time.
You lean over him, kissing his clammy back gently. "You okay?" You whisper in his ear.
He nods, turning to catch your lips on his his. You pull out of him slowly and gently, discarding the strap-on across the messed up bed and nuzzle into him as he collapses on his back.
He welcomes you in with open, trembling arms, sticky with sweat and come. You feel it smear across your stomach as you get comfy, gluing yourself to him.
“Fuck,” Javi whimpers into your hairline, a shaky kiss pasted there.
“How do you feel?” You ask, fingers stroking over his cut jaw.
He sighs out. “Like... I need about fifty cigarettes.” Javi chuckles, his chest rumbling under you. "Shit."
"You liked it?"
"Si, very much so." He squeezes you in his arms.
“So, do you still hate birthdays?” You query with a smirk after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat regain its regular pace.
The heat in the room is still stifling and you stick further to him.
Javi chuckles, shaking his head with some slack wonderment. “Sin comentarios.”
“I’ll take that as a no,” you confirm with a grin, nuzzling into him. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javi.”
"Gracias, querida."
JAVI SPANISH:
Si, cariño - Yes, baby/darling
Vamos a casa - Let's go home
Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Birthday
¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?
Ojos en el camino, señor - Keep your eyes on the road, sir
No te arrepentirás lo prometo - You won't regret it, I promise
Querida - Dear/baby/darling
Sabes que lo hago - You know I do
Mierda - Shit
Ven aquí - Come here
Estas listo? - Are you ready?
No, no pares - No, don't stop
Bésame - Kiss me
Si, así, que bien se siente - Yes, it feels so good
No puedo creer lo bien que se siente - I can't believe how good it feels
No te detengas - Don't stop
Que? - What?
No puedo creerlo - I can't believe it
Sin comentarios - No comment
Gracias, querida - Thank you, darling
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Perfect pair
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Warnings: Maybe a swear word or two, idk. There is loads of mentions of dogs so Im sorry if you're allergic :(.
Notes: I saw a tik tok (by the user ayloparis) about celebrities seen on raya, the celeb dating app. And Lewis was just there (middle photo above)!?!? And it stuck in my mind (also Ben Hardy was there aswell, how random).
Summary: When you moved to Monaco, the last thing you expected was your greatest fan and a fan of a race car driver to almost force you to go on a date with said F1 driver. But when you find that same man on a dating app, it doesn't hurt that talk to him; especially because he's so gorgeous.
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Yourusername: Great awards weekend with an even better ending of going home to my best friend🤍
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User1: Girls be saying the most heartfelt, sweetest things ever about someone and that someone ends up being their dog...
↳Yourusername: 😮It's me! I'm girls!
↳User2: Dont blame you tbh. I also love your dog Y/N
User3: One of these days, She'll post a soft launch (it'll never happen)
↳User4: Nothing can ever get rid of her baby from her posts!
Thelomlyn: Y/NNNNNNNN?
↳ Yourusername: You're back!!
↳ Thelomlyn: You know it. Also its probably a stretch but you know you said that you'd trust me with almost anything?
↳ Yourusername: OH no... But yeah?
↳ Thelomly/n: Well a friend of mine (hamm4rtim4) and I think we've found the perfect guy for you
↳ Yourusername: Oh... I'm intrigued. Who do you think this guy perfect for me is then?
↳ Hamm4rtim4: Sir Lewis Hamilton
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📍Circuit de Monaco, Monte Carlo
Yourusername: What a great weekend! El made a new friend @roscoelovescoco. And well done to his dad @lewishamilton for managing to get the win, it was an amazing race. 🤍
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Roscoelovescoco: It's was lovely's to see's you's!
↳ Yourusername: And it was lovely to see you. Although I think El misses you already. She looks devastated without you!
↳ Roscoelovescoco: Well's we've God's to see's you's soon then!
↳ Yourusername: I wouldn't have it any other way🤍
↳User1: Awww that's so adorable
↳User 2: Lewis x Y/N and Roscoe x El. It's meant to be!!!
Lewishamilton: Thank you for your support (and for dogsitting Roscoe).
↳ Yourusername: Any time. And like I said we'll done, you did truly brilliantly this weekend 🤍
↳ Lewishamilton: ❤
↳User3: And so we're meant to believe that they aren't dating!?!?!?!?
↳User4: Ikr. They make such a good (and attractive pair)
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User5: Idk why they hid it. Because if I was dating acadamy award winning actress Y/N Y/L/N, I'd never shut up about it.
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↳User6: LEWIS LIKING OMD. That has to be a PR concern? RIGHT!??!?!
Mercedesamgf1: Thank you for all of your support this weekend, glad to see you found the right team to support first time. 🖤
↳ Yourusername: It wasn't difficult when you have a certain Hamilton to convince me!
↳ Mercedesamgf1: 🤨
↳ Yourusername: Yeah Roscoe is the best person in the sport!!!
↳User7: Even admin is suspicious lmao
↳User8: She thinks she's so sly...
User9: I'm just saying if they get together, then their dogs can live together and they can all live happily ever after.
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User10: Lewis likeing all of the comments about him and Y/N is so unserious yet kinda sweet.
↳User11: Like yeah he wants to show her off and let their dogs have kids as they grow old together (they aren't 100% dating)
↳User12: Awww them growing old together with their little bulldogs is adorable
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Lewishamilton: Thank you everyone for helping me to get in that top step once again. Its been really tough the past few years but by putting lots of time and effort in it clearly payed off.
Thank you to all the mechanics for your endless work. Thank you to Toto for putting up with my constant feedback, thank you George for helping defend and let me keep that top position today. And most importantly, thank you to my 'personal cheerleader' Y/N. Who has helped to support me, bring me joy and just be a beacon of hope throughout the turbulent season start. I love you ❤
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Yourusername: Love you Lew. You're amazing🤍
↳ Lewishamilton: ❤
↳User1: Awww they've been hiding in plain sight (everyone knew)
User2: Shut up that is adorable. And I love the Y/N effect. You can't have a photo dump without El
↳Yourusername: Why would you want to? Unless it has Roscoe in (I love that dog sm)
↳Roscoelovescoco: Awww's I's love's you's too's
Mercedesamgf1: Felling left out rn🥲
↳User3: I love you admin
↳User4: Well done admin
↳Yourusername: We love you admin
↳Mercedesamgf1: Aww thanks guys. Love you more!
User5: Whoever would have expected this!?!?!? Me. I did.
User6: Does this mean we'll get Lewis in a blockbuster film
↳ Yourusername: He can sing, he can dance... question is, can he act?🤔
User7: This is such a random pairing. I love it.
↳ Yourusername: You can thank @thelomlyn and @hamm4rtim4 for that
↳ Lewishamilton: Thank you you two
↳Thelomlyn: I think you just killed @hamm4rtim4. Oh my gosh. This is unreal.
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Wear My Love
Miles 42 x reader 💜...🖤🔗
(my first Miles 42! fic be gentle)
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There’s a Laffy Taffy wrapper about two feet ahead of you on the library floor, with sticky bits of the candy still in it. You can’t see the riddle but you can see the hearts scattered on the wrapper and the to-and-from tag on the front.
So many teachers handed out Valentine’s candy bags today, it was really sweet. DIdn’t help out the littering problem that so many students seemed to have.
A sneaker came down on the discarded wrapper, a purple and black sneaker.
Miles stood in front of you with a confused look on his face.
“What are you doin?”
Zoning out so I don’t have to confront the reality of you hating my gift.
Obviously you don’t say that.
“What are you doing standing on a candy wrapper instead of picking it up? That's not very eco-conscious.”
He gives you a flat look and you give him one right back until he smacks his lips and bends down to pick the trash up. He flips the wrapper around and smirks before looking back up at you.
“What kind of tea is hard to swallow?”
“I don’t know, what kind?” You ask with an eye roll.
“Reality.” He huffs a small laugh, because of course he doesn’t know how ironic that joke really is.
“That’s funnier than half the jokes you tell me, maybe you should start eating more Laffy Taffys.”
Like the mature 16-year-old he is, he throws the wrapper at you before sitting down.
You roll your eyes and crumble the paper up and stick it in your pocket. Presumably to throw away later but you would most likely forget.
He keeps shifting in his seat and tapping his fingers on the table as you try to continue reading. You already can barely focus on your book not knowing if he’s seen your gift or not, now he’s decided to become a drummer.
“Miles please.”
“Yeah? Oh I’m distracting you, my bad.”
“It’s fine I couldn’t focus anyway.” You said as you turned slightly to slip your book back into your backpack.
“Y’know somebody dropped something into my locker?”
Your hand froze on your zipper, when you twisted to face him again Miles was watching you with his eyebrows raised.
“Really, what was it?”
He gave you a deadpan look and you sighed.
Your eyes widened when He started fiddling with the collar of his shirt before pulling out a silver chain.
You immediately started trying to get a read on him; eyes darting from the necklace to his eyes and back. Surely he likes it if he’s wearing it?
Right?
He doesn’t say anything though and you clear your throat.
“Do you like it? You can be honest, it won't hurt feelings, I just want to know.”
It absolutely would hurt your feelings. More so from the thought that you had overstepped not that he didn’t like it.
Miles reached back and unclasped the dog tags from around his neck. He didn’t look upset, more like he was trying to figure out how to look.
“I like it, I swear.”
Your breath doesn’t come rushing out of you, but the tightening in your chest loosens and you do take a deep breath.
“I like it a lot. How’d you get all the information?’
“I asked your mom.”
It was surprisingly easy to find someone who makes custom dog tags. The hard part was psyching yourself up to ask Ms. Río about her husband’s birthday. It took you 15 tries in front of your mirror to come up with the least insensitive way to phrase your question.
It paid off though. Miles likes it.
10 months ago you would’ve thought he was completely unemotional about it.But over time you learned to read him a little better.
Right now he was fiddling with the dog tags and twisting his lips around.
He was fighting a smile.
He lost the battle against his facial expression and a smile broke out on his face.
You matched it and let out a nervous laugh when he looked at you again.
He huffed a small laugh and you tried to tame the grin that felt like it would split your face.
“Thank you.”
You nodded a bit too quickly and you ignored the ache in your cheeks from smiling so hard and the warmth you started to feel in your face.
“You’re welcome, I'm just glad you liked it.”
He nodded and a little smirk took shape on his lips.
“Yeah I like it a lot. Just don’t know why somebody I’ve been dating for 10 months would slip a gift in my locker instead of just giving it to me.”
Your eyes widened for a split second before you rolled them in an attempt to brush off your embarrassment.
“I was just adding a layer of mystique.”
“Uh huh, or you was just scared.” He said with a shrug.
You scoffed but he was dead on.
“Me? Scared? You must have me confused with somebody else?”
He rolled his eyes and slipped his hand into his jacket pocket.
You watched him pull out a small box and reach it across the table to you.
He rolled his shoulders back and forth as he watched you pick it up.
Seems like you weren’t the only one scared.
“What is it?”
He deadpanned again, “What’s the point of telling you instead of you just opening it?”
You rolled your eyes and refocused on the gift.
Gasping as you opened the lid, you pulled out the locket necklace sitting inside.
You looked up at Miles and smiled.
“It’s so pretty.”
He smiled hesitantly and cleared his throat.
“Open it,” he rasped.
You did and your smile grew wider. Inside the locket was a sketch of you from the day you and Miles went to the arcade. It was the only one in the city with a full set of games that still worked.
“I haven’t drawn in a while y’know so…” He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck.
You can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen or heard him talk about drawing something. You can also name everything he drew. Being able to add yourself to that list feels…amazing.
Trying to calm yourself down and not embarrass yourself by doing something like leaping across the table to hug Miles, you run your hand along the chain of the necklace.
“I don’t know if I look as good as you drew me.”
When you look back up at him he’s staring at you with an expression that’s much too adoring for you to focus on.
“Nah you look better.”
You immediately looked back down at the necklace in your hands and ignored Miles’ snickering.
As you continued to run your fingers along the chain you noticed something and your lips quirk up.
“Did you make the chain yourself?”
He rolled his shoulders again, “It’s that janky?”
You shook your head and tried to match the way his signature smirk.
“Nah, it’s that good.”
He immediately caught on and let out a small laugh.
“I see what you tryna do, but you just not as smooth as me.”
Your eyes roll again but you laugh a little too, “Whatever Miles.”
You stood up and took the few steps to his side of the table and turned your back towards him. He took the que and stood behind you, taking the clasp and leftover chain and securing it.
When he finished, you turned to him smiling.
He smiled back at you and straightened his necklace around his own neck.
Before you could second guess yourself you took a step closer and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Happy Valentine's Day Miles.”
His arms came up around you and you could feel his chest heave.
“Happy Valentine's Day, mami.”
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“My love, my life.”
“I’m just a guy who drinks tea.”
Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
PART TWO
Max Corner
Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]
Reader finally forgives Lando for being a bad friend, Max finally decided what he wants- if only the reader wants that.
Warnings: 18+ little bit of idk pre-smut or just some ‘steamy scenes’, angst, pregnancy, swearing, some heavy flirting, Google translate?, no proof read.
Key: Y/N (your name), Y/L/N (your last name)
Word count: 3,783
A/N: I honestly just wanna thank use for the love on each of my post, it means so much 🖤 I’m not the greatest writer in the world, hell I even make myself cringe at things I write… and how I write them but the love I’ve received is just so lovely 🥹 Thank you 🖤 again movie quotes I think- 🥲
**Two weeks 3 days later**
The two boys stuck to what I said, they kept no contact with me… It hurt, hurt like hell that they really didn’t keep in touch, I didn’t expect them to really leave me solo- but here we are.
Slowly the whole situation became more real, I have my first private scan in 4 days- and I did feel joyous. It’s not the greatest situation, but I’m having a baby.
Truthfully the thought always brings a smile to my face, wether I’ve got Max and Lando or not. I’ve always got this baby. And that’s more exciting than anything.
The shock and tears stopped the minute I shut the door on them two boys. I knew I had to be stronger than this for my baby. And I was adamant on not letting some stupid boys bring me down in the process, I was going to do this. And I was going to be perfect, all alone.
My parents are both thrilled for me, not the entire situation… but happy for the news, which gave me the motivation I needed. I had my two parents and this little baby, I had more than enough to do this, okay my parents live back in England… but it’ll be fine.
I’ll be honest… this is my mind 24/7, reassuring myself I can do this- with or without Max’s assistance. It was a painful torture… especially when the devil on my shoulder was whispering anything but hope in my ear, telling me everyday this is going to be the struggle of a lifetime without Max… This would last for hours before the perfect little angel would shut him up, and reassure my mind that I was a mother now, and all mothers are strong, and that everything was going to be okay.
I was sitting down eating my dinner, when my phone rang out, making me jump slightly. A contact I wasn’t expecting flashing on the screen, followed by a message I wasn’t sure I’d receive.
“Landiniho 🏎️”
Please read this.
I’m sorry I haven’t been in contact, I thought it’s best to leave you be- as I wasn’t the greatest friend. What your doing is incredible- and if anything after the way Max reacted, I should’ve realised then you needed a friend than some idiot screaming because he wasn’t told a secret- I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, I don’t want our friendship to feel like nothing to you, because it means the whole world to me… Please forgive me.
P.S: don’t give my uncle rights to Carlos please.
P.P.S: I’m so proud of you.
Love Lan x
Could I help the smile that broke out on my face? No, it’s Lando. Was I still mad at him… again no. He was just reacting in a way any friend would if their pal didn’t tell a secret. It hurt how he reacted sure… but he still my friend.
Typing a message back I sighed clicking onto Max’s contact… still reading the last message he sent
“Maxiiii 🦁”
“Hope your feeling better Schat. Me and the idiot will be round after quali x ” (Darling)
My phone sounded again multiple times, I clicked on Lando’s notification, laughing to myself at the spam messages.
“Landiniho 🏎️”
Your how far?!
Already-
I haven’t been there…
I’m sorry, are you getting an early scan?
I’d love to come?!
I’m trying to make it up to you for being a shitty friend x
Messaging him back I confirmed the scan date, time and location. Was he forgiven easily, yes. So easily, but it gave me some sense of relief knowing he cares.
The scan was a day before he had to fly out to Canada, but he was adamant on being there, meaning he had to fly from Barcelona, back to Monaco then to Canada. Which only made me feel guilty at the insane amount of effort. I’m glad I got Lando back, truthfully the sun didn’t shine without him.
The days had passed, nothing major happening, Max still hadn’t reached out, and as the days went on I was pulling myself further away from him, not wanting any association with him.
I was getting ready for my scan and my phone signalled, Lando reminding me of the appointment, he had kept in touch a lot… he really was apologetic, and I’m so glad he reached out cause it sure did dull the devil on my shoulder. He wasn’t so loud anymore…
Lando messaged last night when he arrived back in Monaco telling me he had arrived and that he would see me in the morning. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, Max or no Max I had someone. I missed Max. Missed him a ton… even if whatever we did was a ‘mistake’ just having him as a best friend, someone I could talk to- I missed just him. It’s a different vibe with Max,
With Max it was late nights curled on the sofa, gossiping about paddock life, a glass of wine in hand and soft touches that we both swore was innocent, we just had another level of connection- someone who understood myself on a different level.
Lando on the other hand? It was hectic- spur of the moment kind of things, he would call at random times of the day telling me we are going somewhere and expect me to be ready- it was always an adventure! It was always a laugh and joke between two friends.
Two different vibes, with two different outcomes- my brain doesn’t function without Lando’s random calls, however my heart aches without Max’s teasing smiles and lingering touch… I was really in deep.
I was waiting around in the parking lot, legs jittering around nervously trying to spot Lando’s car anywhere, waiting only for a few more minutes before heading inside and checking myself in. I hadn’t heard from him for a few hours and he hadn’t respond to any messages… which only led me thinking he had to go somewhere else- which is fine, his a busy guy…
There was still no sign of him- and I was now getting called into the office, sighing with defeat I got up shuffling in. That little flicker of hope burning out- all I needed was a friend today…
Me and the nurse was going through a few documents, and details to cover about the pregnancy, before she asked me to go behind the curtain and remove my bottoms and underwear, placing a sheet over myself, then requesting for me lay down on the bed while she got her equipment ready. The door rattled slightly from a soft knock, causing us both to look up.
“Sorry- two minutes.” The nurse smiled apologetically before getting up and opening the door slightly and stepping outside.
Within a few seconds the door was opened again by the nurse and following behind was him.
Max- he had a cap on and was holding onto some sunglasses I guess he is calling that his “disguise” some dark blue jeans and a casual white t-shirt.
Mouth hung open I stared at him, sitting up on the bed. Ensuring the sheet was still covering myself. “What are you doing here?”
“Lando said you had an scan…”
“I haven’t heard from you in weeks.” I angrily whispered, I felt a rage in me all of a sudden to bite this man’s head of. Yet grab him and hold him tight and thank him for being here.
With his head hung low he stepped closer, giving the nurse a small smile. “Maybe we discuss all of that stuff after this?…” glancing back and fourth between me and the nurse.
And once again in defeat I sunk back onto the bed turning my head away from him. The little flicker of light burned in my chest, and I couldn’t help the small smile… it’s a good thing I had my head turned so he couldn’t see what he was doing to me.
Giving me hope again.
“Where’s Lando?” Mumbling I watched as the nurse started preparing everything.
“I- I asked him if he could wait out there.”
Nodding my head in acknowledgement the nurse then looked up smiling.
“Are you ready? It may feel a little cold- but it shouldn’t cause any discomfort, if it does just let me know straight away.”
Nodding my head again I smiled a little glancing over at the screen, trying to find any form of distraction.
Taking a sharp in- breath at the coldness of the gel, the nurse laughed a little apologising once again. She was right there was no discomfort, the room was silent as we was all watching the screen waiting for any sign of the baby.
“Anddd… there is your baby.” Pointing up at the screen, the picture showing what looked to be a small bean.
Resting my head back onto the pillow in a happy daze, I caught a glance over at Max, who was leaning over slightly watching the screen. As if it was out of instinct his hand clasped onto mine in a tight grip, like he needed reassurance for himself. Some form of clarity.
Squeezing his hand back, he broke his gaze looking straight at me, eyes shining with threatening tears, and as quick as he looked at me, he looked back at the screen.
“I’ll just go get the scan printed for you both-” The nurse disposed of the equipment before excusing herself, I untangled my hand from Max’s and held the sheet heading back behind the curtain getting dressed, nervously I shuffled back out from behind the curtain Max now sitting down hands covering his mouth, as if he is understanding the situation properly now.
“We really are having a baby…” his voice was barely audible above a whisper. Humming with a small smile more for myself. I finally got to see my baby- it seems so real now…
Tilting his head up He reached over taking my hand pulling me closer, nearly tumbling over my own feet.
“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my waist head flushed against my stomach.
“It’s okay-”I whisper back, rubbing the top off his back before pulling away. My hands moved to his face wiping his spilled tears.
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions I was just terrified-” sighing he looked down at the floor, breathing in and out slowly.
“You wasn’t the only one- I was scared to even tell you.. I didn’t exactly tell you in the greatest way…”
“Well it wasn’t my best reaction, it’s been eating me alive for these past few weeks how bad I acted…”
Shrugging I look away, taking a seat in the doctors chair next to him “Water under the bridge… just glad you and Lando are both back. Even for a day.” Nudging his shoulder he smiled a little, taking my hand once again.
“You got me for a lifetime now.” Laughing a little I hummed rolling my eyes. “Lucky me.”
Both thanking the nurse, and leaving her office Max’s hand was gently placed at the bottom of my back, like a guidance, and in his other hand he was holding the scan photo’s looking at them with a smile on his face.
The wind was nearly took out of me, when Lando practically jumped onto me hugging me tight.
“I’ve missed you.” Letting out a huff, with a little laughter I hugged him back tight. “I missed you too.” He quickly pulled away taking the scan photos from Max walking ahead of us both to the exit.
“Why does it look like rice?” Both shaking our heads we followed behind.
“Because it’s early stages Lan.” Laughing I had a little run catching up with him. “About a month and the baby will start developing little arms and legs!” Linking my arms with his, Max trailing next to us both. I reached my other arm around Max’s linking him as well, pulling both of them closer.
Max followed me back to my place, Lando was complaining that he had to go get some more sleep before his flight in the morning. Leaving us both in the car park and the screeching sound of his tires as he pulled away.
“Did you want tea or anything…?” I poked my head out the kitchen looking over at Max.
“I don’t like tea…”
“What kind of person doesn’t like tea?” I smiled teasingly at him. Shaking my head I trailed back into the kitchen. He laughed lightly following me into the kitchen standing in the doorway.
“A person called Max” he hummed crossing his arms, I spare him a glance, a small smile playing on my lips. In silence I made a tea and offered Max a bottled water, placing his across the kitchen island, me sitting down on the opposite side.
“I’m sorry again, for everything I said.”
“I said don’t worry-”
“No- it wasn’t fair on me to shift blame… if anything it was my fault we was in that situation.” Moving his drink aside, he leaned down on the counter hands clasped together.
Smiling a little, cheeks slightly red at the faint memory. “If I remember it was both of ours…”
“No.” Moving around the counter, I turned on the stool, him now standing in front of me, lost in his own thoughts.
“I knew what I wanted as soon as I crossed that finish line.” Max stared down at me, his mind looked like it was turning, like he was trying to understand himself.
“The night ended with just a slice of what I was thinking about when I got out that car and see you standing there, smiling at me. With that smile of yours… that pretty smile...” he was mumbling words, it was as if he was in a trance, his hand moving up to my face letting his thumb swipe my bottom lip slightly before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I was frozen in place- scared to act on my thoughts… I didn’t want the same feeling I’ve had these past three weeks of no Max, I’d rather hold back.
“So this was all planned…?”
“Not exactly planned… I was planning on telling you the truth…” mumbling he looked down at my hands that were fiddling around on my lap. “It was just me telling you without words-” once again my face burned red at the thought of what we got up to 3 weeks ago.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same?” Looking back up at me he quirked a brow- like he was taunting me for words.
“Max-”
“Ah-” Cutting me off, he stepped between my legs caging me against the island arms either side as he held onto the counter, his head had ducked slightly, trying to level with me.
“Do you, or do you not?” Shaking my head quickly, not trusting my voice, I already knew my body had given every motion for him to continue, from the way I was biting my lip, to even leaning in so our chest are nearly touching.
Humming to himself in disapproval, his hand grazed over my hip, dancing up my stomach and resting on the centre of my chest, “Your heart says different…” his eyes followed his hands as they slowly roamed my body. My body was reacting to every little touch. Telling him to continue even if I said anything different.
His fingers brushed above my heart again as he tapped his finger to the racing heart beat. “You don’t feel the same?” He didn’t even need an answer from me to know how I was feeling- I’m sure even my eyes speak for themselves.
“Max…” whispering I looked down at his hand removing the one from my chest. “I invited you for tea…” subconsciously my tongue darted out licking my bottom lip as I looked back up at him.
Raising his eyebrows a small smile playing on his lips, I tugged at his other hand removing it from my hip,clearing my throat.
“And you, don’t can’t do relationships.”
As quickly as I removed him he was back on me- like a lion stalking it prey. His lips trying to kiss every inch of my face, and as much as I was trying to hold back- I failed… my hands gripped onto his bicep and shoulder, head slowly falling back as his lips trailed down my neck whispering sweet nothings.
“You’ve stated what you think I can’t do and not what you want.”
“I don’t want something that you can’t do.” He placed a soft kiss behind my ear, making me only bite my bottom lip- trying not to give myself away any more than I have…
“Maybe I can.”
“I don’t want if, buts and maybes. I want absolutes.” Gulping, closing my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, my hands slowly moving to his chest, before I pushed him back gently.
We was both now staring at each other, breathing heavily, like it was our last.
Covering my face with my hands I stood up, my fingers combed through my hair as I left the kitchen wandering to the living room, my hands finally resting in my hips I turned to Max, who as always was following behind me.
It was awkward… the energy was still basking on lust- and me and Max just didn’t know how to use our words.
“I should go…” clearing his throat, scratching the back of his head he looked down and the floor.
“Maybe it’s for the best…” I whispered it, only because it was a lie. The silence overcoming us again.
“Right-” he moved his hands to be clasped together in front of his trousers- hiding anything to show for the little break in the kitchen. Shuffling his feet slowly he moved down the hallway to the door, quickly pulling his shoes back on.
“Oh… did you want to take one of the scan photos… you don’t have to?” Tilting my head slightly, I could barely hear myself let alone his response over my pounding heart.
I only knew what he said by the nod of his head that followed, I quickly ran to my bag in the lounge grabbing one of the scans and bringing it back to him holding it out.
Smiling a little he pinched the other corner of the photo- both scared once again to go near each other. Max was looking back down at the scan photo as he took it from me, the smile on his face only wider.
“That’s our bab-”
I couldn’t tell you what came over me- I just needed to kiss him- even if it was a last- his lips had kissed everywhere on my face today- but my lips, and they craved the sensation so terribly.
I practically jumped onto him arms around his neck- and it’s now I thank heavens for his quick reaction, I probably would’ve slid back down him if he hadn’t reacted. The scan photo getting caught between our colliding chest, both his arms were fasted tightly around my waist holding myself in the air-
Our lips felt as if they’re moulding together, both hungry, desperate, lustful.
I felt his hands slide from my waist down to the backs of my thighs tugging them up around him, before he moved back along the hall to the lounge. Both giving feather kisses, my hands tugging the end of his hair softly. He couched slightly placing me on the arm of the sofa before pulling himself back slowly.
The picture now fell from between us and we both looked down at it before he picked it back up placing it on the coffee table.
No words needed to be said, his hands were supporting me as he placed soft kisses back on my lips, and with every kiss we slowly fell back onto the sofa, Max climbing further up, one knee between my legs the other practically hanging off the sofa holding him up slightly.
And in silent agreement we both started undressing each other, as if it was the first time again. Both awed by the sight of one another.
As always, Max looked heavenly, his hair was disheveled from my fingers running through, his eyes were a bright blue filled with lust and adoration, the apples of his cheeks were flushed red… his toned body was warm to the touch. He always is perfect.
Moving closer his soft, wet kisses were making their way down my exposed chest, feeling him smiling against my skin after every kiss he placed. Mumbling things like-
“So perfect…”
“My pretty girl.”
“My schat” (darling)
I felt as if I was floating, if this is what heaven feels like I want it everyday.
I said once before- heaven wouldn’t accept two sinners. And there’s no way I could stop from sinning now- if it meant locking me up in the depths of hell I would happily dance myself down to the gates only if I can have Max devouring every inch of my body like he was.
He worshipped my body, and took me on highs I don’t even remember either of us reaching the last time we ended up in such positions.
When all was said and done, our bodies heaved with exhaustion, Max still pulled back on his underwear and hauled himself upstairs to the bathroom getting wet towels to clean us both up with. He even helped me get my underwear and his T-shirt on… he took such gentle care with me, it was difficult not to love him.
It took some time before our breathing levelled out, Max turned his head bringing his lips to kiss my forehead. A small smile tugged at my face, my head now leaning against his shoulder.
“Please stay the night…” he moved his hand around cupping my cheek, placing more kisses to the top of my head.
“Don’t have to ask twice.” My smile widened and I responded with a hum.
“I’m going to make a cup of tea, did you want a cold drink?…” slowly I pushed myself of the sofa stretching turning to look at him.
His hands slowly moving up each sides of my legs, as he looked up at me.
“I’ve got more water?”
“Actually I’ll have tea.” I raised my eyebrows at him, brushing some hair back.
“Are you trying to impress me?”
“Of course not, I’m just a guy who drinks tea.” Laughing a little I push his head back gently leaving him in the lounge.
We have so got this Verstappen.
A/N: idk what it is but I just had terrible writers block- and as you can tell it was sort of forced finished, so hopefully Part 3 I will have a bit more inspo flowing 🥲 But hope you enjoyed anyways 🖤 Part 3 hopefully end of the week the latest I’ll update if not 🖤
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„You look beautiful undone…and my heart's connected.“
„We learn the most when we least expect it. We learn the most when we break in two. (…) It's the cracks that let the light shine through…“ („Beautiful Undone” by Laura Doggett)
“Her hands were brushing a strand of his silky hair out of his face and in this exact moment, Julia’s whole existence got just one purpose: She would always protect this way too skinny, raven-haired boy with his adorably crooked nose and those beautiful - and yet so sad - obsidian eyes!”
This is a tiny snippet from one of my stories, which I’m only writing in order to cope with my own pain. I guess, I won’t ever be bold enough to share them publicly and my friend @vulnus-sanare has the duty to burn my laptop as soon as I’ll be gone one day (even though she threatened me to share my dirty work with the people in our beloved Snapedom).
But this little snippet fits perfectly with the amazing artwork, which my friend, the extremely gifted @snake-queen7 drew for me.
I’ve always had a soft spot for Severus in his younger years. All I’d wanted was to keep this boy safe from harm, making him feel loved and cared for…because this is exactly, what he deserved!
In my stories, Jules is Sevy’s friend, his lover, his protector, his guardian angel, his saviour, his powerful goddess of revenge. And to be honest, you don’t have to be a psychologist to understand, where this is coming from. Julia’s strength and her determination to make the world a better place for her beloved Severus are rooted in my own feelings of helplessness and despair.
My reality with ME/CFS couldn’t be more different from my stories. I feel trapped. Trapped in my own diseased and disabled body…trapped in my room….trapped in my darkness…trapped in a life, in which I don’t feel appreciated anymore.
I’m feeling more and more like a useless piece of furniture, which someone has hidden in a dark chamber. Still good enough to keep it, even though it’s not in plain sight…or at least not bad enough to waste it eventually.
Where’s my light? Where’s my saviour? Where’s my way out of this hell? I guess, it’s just like Severus has said: “Well, it may have escaped your notice,but life isn’t fair!” (“Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix”)
I’ve always loved Severus for his resilience, his stubborn determination and strength. Since 21 years, he’s not only my comfort character and the love of my life…he’s my role model, my inspiration to keep on going…to keep on living.
So, I’m clinging to him and to all the things, I’m using in order to cope with my misery: I’m a loving mother of three wonderful children. I have a handful amazing friends with a deep understanding of my grief and despair, but who also appreciate my dry humour and my sarcasm. I’m still capable of pouring out my feelings onto paper, creating something beautiful in my stories. And I’m full of gratitude for the artists of Snapedom, who are helping me to bring my creative ideas to life with their art.
And that’s exactly, what you have done for me with this delightful piece of art, @snake-queen7! Thank you for giving me some comfort and peace for my troubled heart and soul by drawing Sevy and Jules again. You are wonderful and I appreciate not only your outstanding art, but also your kindness and compassion. Thank you for everything! 🥹
🖤Sevy & Jules🖤
🖤Severus & Julia🖤
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Dominance & Sleepy Sex for Fools Rush In Steve! <3
Loved your most recent one with Curtis btw 😘🖤
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Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed Curtis's dirty headcanon (for the legit-dirty man).
Now to FRI Steve, the tricky and ever-growing love of my life! Prompts from this dirty ask game.
While there are several stories in the Fools Rush In series that are suitable for all ages, this headcanon is not. MINORS DNI, please.
D - Dominance
This is a story of a very slow evolution. Steve develops excruciatingly over months and years in the FRI series--which I do love, for the record, I love to detail every little thing that makes him understand his body, his love, and how to show it--but that's for a reason.
He has the specific problem of his senses. It makes him a better soldier to feel less, be more immune to pain, and be affected very little by those hormone fluctuations in response.
Throughout Do You Two Fondue? and This All Day, we see him come into his own as a sexual partner. That blossoms further when he's finally married to Keeps (unlocking his first kink, sorta, when he gets to call you 'Mrs. Rogers' and 'my wife'), and throughout his isolation in Dignity of His Choice, Steve realizes he's not terrible for having fantasies and wanting sex.
He's...slow to initiate anything.
What I haven't gotten to write yet is Steve being exposed to a Hydra gas (sex pollen) that reduces him to his basest, most animalistic desires, and it takes a lot of therapy and talking to shake his learned-shame. He's been conditioned to believe things like dominance and anal can only ever be wrong/disrespectful to the one he loves. (It's important to specify that Steve holds himself to this standard and no one else.)
So, please enjoy a snippet where our soft!boi admits that he might be interested in more than his so-far-pretty-vanilla intimacies.
excerpt from Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man
“It’s still you and me, Steve. Doesn’t matter where and it doesn’t matter how. I feel just as safe and loved now as I did before. I know you think you hurt me, but I can’t watch you hurt yourself anymore.”
“But I remember it.” His voice is so quiet you think he can barely hear it, but you’re so focused.
Your hands cup his face and raise his jaw, but Steve won’t look at you. “We remember a lot of things th—“
“You don’t understand,” he interrupts, the words wet from his closing throat, his long lashes shimmering with tears he’s straining to keep squeezed in. “I…”
There’s a beat before Steve sobs one huge release and reins it back in just as fast. The whiplash of keeping himself together forces him to his knees, planting him right at your feet.
He grabs your legs, pressing his forehead to your closed thighs.
“I liked it,” he whispers, likely hoping he’s too far away and too quiet for you to hear. “God help me. I liked it.”
FRI Steve never becomes what I would classify as a Dom, however. He gets better at initiating and steering sex in a way he's excited about, but I can't see him regularly and entirely taking the lead in bed.
S - Sleepy Sex
The short answer: yes.
He gets much more comfortable with the slow and easy enjoyment of morning sex.
Please enjoy another snippet from the upcoming tale about soulmarks:
excerpt from Something Wrong Is Something Right
He drags a light few fingertips across your arm, making you shiver and snuggle into him more. There’s another faint whine before you bury your head in his pec and breathe deeply. Your heart rate increases. So does his.
It’s a testament to how in-sync you two are now that before you even say a word or look up at him, your arm slides down his abs and you rock your hips closer to him. Ok, now Steve’s just plain excited. He loves morning sex. Tired-You turns into a rag doll in his arms and gets loud. He feels powerful and a touch controlling, but really it doesn’t take much to get both of you off even lazily when it’s this early.
You let out that little sigh, the one that pairs with the perfect hug, but as Steve has learned over the years, it really pairs with any genuine embrace between you two. It’s contentment and freedom and the invitation he’s all too willing to receive.
(I couldn't fit it in because the snippet would be too long, but one thing I just melt over is that he's categorized your scent between three levels of arousal...which, I mean, oh my, fucking swoon, am I right??? No? Ro's a perv? Ok, yeah, that checks out.)
Steve does not usually wake you up already between your legs or anything; that's a bit aggressive for him. Like, he'll rub on you but won't put his tongue or cock in you until you're aware enough to look at him.
He's been given consent to, several times, but he enjoys the participation--sharing the experience--more than just the act of getting off.
Since in FRI, Steve is a super soldier, it's unlikely he's ever completely asleep if you are significantly moving around, so you can't surprise him with a blowjob. He is finicky about those. Again, that feels impersonal and distant compared to having his arms around you.
He goes for runs so early that Steve's amazed you two have as much morning sex as you do. It turns out that's a great way to make you tired enough to fall back asleep, and you can spread out happily on his still-warm spot while he heads to the gym. You can even shower with him when he returns! Yay!
Thank you for asking!
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This completes the TWENTY-SIX dirty asks from the past week. WOOHOOOOOO, we did it, gang!!! Now right back to the drawing board/notebook/multiple scrivener projects...anyway, you get it. Thanks for reading 💕
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Grief was no stranger to you — it ebbed and flowed with time; its currents ill-suited to travel for those who were heavily ladened with loss. That was where you came in, offering the comfort of your empathy and gift to those who remained stuck, and to those that passed on. It was how you met him, and it was how you became the light in his otherwise shadowed life.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
☽☾ Grim Reaper!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
☽☾ 1.6k
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
☽☾ Heavy angst, referenced deaths (a child + a pet), fluff, comfort
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔
☽☾ Please, heed the warnings I have given.
☽☾ Given what has happened in my life, imagining someone that comforts me as much as Bucky does — as Death — was beyond healing.
☽☾ To those who are grieving, my heart goes out to you — you are loved, and you will make it through, I promise you.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔
☽☾ Saturn (slowed by palomar) by Sleeping At Last
☽☾ Saturn by Sleeping At Last
☽☾ Adiago for Strings, Op. 11 by Samuel Barber, Leonard Bernstein, New York Philharmonic
☽☾ Goodnight Moon by Marco Beltrami
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂
☽☾ @sgt-seabass
☽☾ I want to say a huge thank you to my dear friend — even though I made you sob. You knew what this fic meant to me and you soldiered on, making it so much better. Thank you. 🖤
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕
☽☾ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟭— Death AU
— Masterlist
𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Tending to spirits and those passed on was part of who you were. When you were a child, no older than ten years, you had experienced it for the first time – a lost spirit, a young little girl, had called out for help from the corner of your bedroom and had given you one hell of a fright.
She was crying for her mother and father, her dress in tatters and cheeks tear-stained. You learnt that she had wandered out of her family’s backyard and tumbled down an embankment and into a dam.
By the time her mother had found her, it was too late.
You spent the night consoling her, completely at sea for what was happening, and by sunrise, she had vanished into thin air. There were wisps of smoke in her wake, gliding in tendrils to the ceiling and through it.
Over the many years since that fateful night, you learnt that you were gifted – gifted with the ability to sense, see, and hear those that cannot pass on. And, it was how you met him.
The Grim Reaper was known and feared by all – the fear of the end, fear of the unknown, hell, fear of death itself.
You knew of the Grim Reaper, but not in the way that people would have expected.
“I know you’re there,” you whispered, crouching at the headstone of a decades old grave. The wind whistled quietly through the empty branches of the trees above you, and you looked over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the formless haze of black mist. “You can’t sneak up on me. You know that.”
“One of these days,” a deep voice said, and you could just hear the pout in their tone. “I will manage to surprise you.”
“I would hope not, Bucky.”
The haze warped and formed a solid body – a tall figure in a billowing cloak, a charming smile, and piercing blue eyes upturned in a dramatic eye roll. “Semantics.”
You stood from the grave and turned to face him, crossing your arms. Your show of defiance softened his gaze, and he smiled softly. The moon shone above, and under the curtain of his dark hair, you could see the wisps of smoke that made up his face falter and flicker, showing his true form.
“I have missed you, my darling,” Bucky whispered.
Bucky’s embrace was cold, but no less comforting as he squeezed you to his chest. “Me too,” you said, smiling at him as you pulled away. “I was just tidying up. Walk with me?”
“Of course,” Bucky smiled. The roses you had held in your hand felt all the lighter for his presence, and you grabbed his offered elbow, leading him down the row of old graves to place fresh roses when a quiet whoosh sounded behind you. Bucky looked over his shoulder, and his smile turned saddened. “I see you haven’t managed to help this little one.”
Following his gaze, you withered, sniffling slightly as you watched the little ball of bright mist follow in your footsteps. The sound of your grief gave Bucky pause, and his hand came to rest on your cheek. “What is it?”
“I miss them so much.” A flicker of despair shot through Bucky’s usually bright gaze, and you sobbed. “I can’t do it-”
“Breathe, darling,” Bucky urged, pulling you close. His arms were tight across your shoulders and back, and you broke; months of grief and pain hit you all at once. “I’m here, my precious. I have you. I’m so sorry.”
Bucky held you close, letting you grieve in his arms and absolve you of your pain. He knew how cruel it had been to take away your smallest, closest friend – he hadn’t wanted to do it, he had begged and pleaded for things to be different, but it didn’t work. Nature took its course, and he had cursed that day to high heaven.
Moments passed until you were finally able to breathe, and you clutched at his chest, his arms, just to feel him – to know he was real.
“Here,” Bucky said softly, and he gestured to the ball of mist until it brightened and expanded into the form of your best friend. “They can walk with us, after all,” he paused, a small smirk forming on his pale lips. "Not everyone cares as much as you for these souls, my darling. At least, not enough to leave flowers for those that have long since moved on.”
“Oh, baby,” you rushed, and Bucky let you go so you could kneel in front of the spirit of your best friend. “I have missed you.”
A quiet noise of greeting sounded from the mist, and Bucky pulled you gently to your feet, his free hand now holding the bouquet of roses. “What have you been up to?”
The two of you walked through the cemetery, placing roses at every grave that lay bare as you spoke and told him all about your life as a mortal, and Bucky hummed and occasionally interjected with a sly smile or a shake of his head. “How about you?” You asked, smiling at him.
Bucky only shrugged, the movement shifting his long hair and causing a stray wisp of mist to expose his shoulder. “It is as it always has been,” he offered, smiling sadly. “I can only offer so much comfort to those whose time has come, but they remain afraid of me nonetheless.”
“You’re kind, Bucky,” you hastened to say, pulling him to stop, and he looked into your face sullenly – defeated. “You always have been kind, and you have never taken someone when it wasn’t their time. You cannot help what nature intended, even if it hurts, I know that,” you added softly, staring down at the bright bounding form at both your feet. “Without you, it would be something else, and whatever they may be, they would not be as compassionate as you.”
“But they are afraid of me,” Bucky interjected, gesturing at himself. “I do not want to hurt them, I do not want to cause pain, I-”
“You are my Bucky. You are the love of my life, and even if I cannot truly have you, you will always have my heart – I am the moon,” you begin, clutching at his hands and giving them a slight shake. “My heart will always love and welcome the dark. You are not at fault for how nature is. Do you understand me?”
Silence echoed amongst the graves. Your heavy breaths made your shoulders rise and fall as you stared at Bucky, pleading for him to realise – to understand.
“Are you afraid of me?”
The question split your heart in half with its severity, and you exhaled sharply. “No.”
“No?”
“No,” you affirmed, stepping into his space. “No, I am not afraid of you and will never be afraid of you.”
The graveyard fell away, bit by bit, and you pulled Bucky into your chest. It wasn’t just you who was grieving, hurting with the heavy burden of pain. “Walk with me,” you whispered into Bucky’s hair. Taking hold of his hand, you pulled back to smile at him. “We have many more flowers to place.”
A heavy silence settled in the air while you guided Bucky through the headstones, smiling softly at the mist excitedly running amok at your feet still. The illumination of the moon lit your path to an ancient grouping of gravestones, the marble and stone crumbling under the weight of age. “I have to try and restore these,” you pondered aloud, gently touching one of the many splits in the stone, when you paused. You felt eyes watching you, and you looked up to see Bucky a step away, gazing at you sadly. “What?”
You tilted your head, frowning, but before you could open your mouth to speak, Bucky started, his voice laced with unfathomable pain. “I have to go, my darling, and I have to take them,” he gestured to the glowing mist with a pale hand, “with me.”
“I know.” Leaves crunched under your shoes as you knelt to face your best friend, and you felt the cold touch of their nose against yours. “I could never hate you, Bucky. Never.”
Bucky stepped closer then, and you rose to meet him. “After all, my love,” you began softly, moving your hands to hold his head and gaze. “I will see them again when my time comes. It’s not the end. It’s just goodbye for now.”
A heavy breath left Bucky’s lips, and you pulled him closer, kissing him tenderly and he kissed back in earnest, his hands moving to your waist to grip you tightly.
When Bucky pulled back, you stared at him through glassy eyes, and you felt the cold touch of his hand against your cheek as he brushed the tears away with his thumb. “My angel, always my strength.”
“Always,” you whispered, and Bucky smiled sadly.
“Until I see you again, my darling,” Bucky said, his form starting to waver. “I love you.”
“I love you more, Bucky,” you said, your voice stronger than you felt. The ball of mist at your feet made a soft sound, and you glanced down. “I will see you again, baby, you take care of Bucky for me, okay?” The mist bobbed up and down in the air and you grinned. “Thank you, baby.”
The mist that Bucky had appeared from took him away with another soft whoosh, and you fell to your knees, the burden of grief not lifted, but lightened.
For what is grief, if not the perseverance of love?
he may, or may not come back. because he now has a very dear place in my heart.
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
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Hi! So I saw that requests are open and I'm absolutely in live with your writing, and I was wondering if I could convince you to write something for Sirius where instead of a motorbike he got a mustang or something and fixed it up for muggle studies and fem!reader is friends with the marauders and they sneak away from a party together on the summer holidays or something to take a drive and end up confessing and maybe having a couple kisses before going back and kinda sticking to each other for the rest of the night??? Completely inspired by Katy Perry's the one that got away haha.. Thank you <3
(And if it isn't what you wanna write then thank you still for all your already amazing works that have me giggling like an idiot<333)
stop🥹you are far too sweet!!! thank you for requesting!🖤
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“Are you sure this is safe?”
“One hundred percent, love.”
“Really?”
“Would I ever put you in danger?”
You sighed, eyes darting around the interior with wary but curious eyes.
Sirius hadn’t shut up about his latest muggle purchase for the better part of the last week.
He had practically bounced into the common room last Saturday night, a grin split across his face and a glint in his eyes that could only mean trouble when it came to Sirius Black. It was a sight that made your heart twist, in both anticipation and nostalgia.
Exams had come to a close and you were enjoying your last few weeks at Hogwarts before you graduated and left. You wanted to make memories. You wanted to cherish your time left with your group before adult life took over.
You were going to miss the crazy adventures Sirius Black would drag you out on.
This one came in the form of a car.
You were vaguely aware of the contraption, having studied it in Muggle Studies a few years prior. Despite the questions you asked Lily, you never really grasped onto the mechanics behind it, nor did you care all that much. But Sirius seemed to.
For his final project, he had seemed to wager some deal with his professor. He would fix up the broken Mustang showing his skills and knowledge of muggle inventions, rather than writing a tedious essay on the contraption and his professor seemed to agree.
But now, with exams over and school coming to an end, Sirius was left with a perfectly working Mustang and a desire to show off his creation, his baby he had nursed from the brink of death (aka the junkyard Lily told him the car would end up in).
“It’s like…a contained broom,” Sirius said in a lame attempt to explain the car, to reassure you that you would be fine. “Perfectly safe. Promise.”
“Because I’m so good on a broom too,” you commented with a snort, your chest tightening when you noticed the grin on his face.
The group had snuck off the grounds to take the car out for a spin, heading to a local outdoor cinema that Sirius seemed to be aware of. The others had headed off to the confectionery stands to grab some snacks and drinks before the movie began, whilst you stayed seated in the backseat of the Mustang with Sirius, listening to the muggle music sounding through the radio.
“Hey, everyone gets stuck in a tree every once in a while, don’t worry about it,” Sirius said as he nudged your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, but even you couldn’t help but laugh.
“At least I had someone stupid enough to fly straight into the tree as well to save me,” you teased, giving him a knowing look.
“Always gonna be your hero, love,” he said, his voice a little softer as he spoke to you.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes darting down a little before he turned to look out the windshield with a sigh. “So, what do you think about the car—”
It was an impulsive decision. You weren’t exactly sure what fuelled it. Or maybe you did know, you just didn’t have the heart to admit it to yourself that over the last few years, Sirius Black made butterflies erupt in your stomach with even the simplest of actions because you liked him. You liked him far more than you should like a friend.
So, you kissed him.
Sirius froze the second your lips touched his. His brain stopped working and there wasn’t a single coherent thought rattling in his head. He barely had a chance to process what had just happened before you were pulling away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as realisation of what you had just done washed over you.
“Sirius–”
But before the apology could even leave your lips, he was grabbing your face and kissing you again, deeper and more passionate this time.
Your lips parted for him without any argument, his tongue teasing yours as he tugged you closer to him. In seconds you were off your seat and straddling his lap, your nails raking down his chest as you moaned against his lips. It was fast-paced and hot and you don’t think your brain even realised what you were doing and who you were doing it with.
It was a sharp knock against the window that shattered the moment, both of your heads snapping to the side to see a very smug-looking James grinning at you both, arm full of snacks he had purchased.
“Breaking in the new car?” he teased and Sirius playfully flipped him off before turning back to you, grinning himself a little when he saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.
“Nah, we’re gonna do that later, aren’t we, love?” Sirius murmured, the suggestion rolling off his tongue like pure sin.
“Huh?” you murmured, still a little dazed.
His eyes darkened as he bit his lip, trying to hold back his groan. “Gonna show you how much you can do in this car, baby. Just gotta let the others leave first.”
Whatever it was, you were sure things between you and Sirius were going much further than friends this summer.
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Could I request rockstar Eddie x female reader having reunion sex after Eddie gets home from tour?
Eyes for only you
Paring | Rockstar Eddie x fem reader
Summary | Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin takes off just after graduation, after being on tour for just a little while too long, your mind starts to wonder if all the stories of what groupies are like on the road are actually true, when Eddie returns, what should have been a happy reunion, takes a heated turn.
Warnings & expectations | Jealous reader, cocky Eddie, angry sex, Smut 18 + (minors I rebuke you), choking, p in v unnprotected, f & m oral, face fucking - let me know if I missed any.
Word count | 5.8 k
Authors Note | I unfortunately, have been upped on pain meds, so please forgive me for how long this took & if this isn’t up to my usual standard / or if there is mistakes. Major thankyou to @corrodedcorpsess for getting me through this one, & who I am sure will find all of my proof read mistakes (I am posting this now - naughty - because I’m about to fall back asleep) - yes I HC Dustin’s mom & uncle Wayne getting together in this cause I think it’s cute af, & the band names are historically correct cause I did research lmfao
Thanks for sending this in anon & being patient with me, this turned out quite long and took a different path than I intended, regardless I hope you like it! I just went with the flow 🖤
As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿
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It was hard on days like this, to ignore the guilt of wishing Corroded Coffin had never been discovered and plummeted into the scrutinised world of music, laid bare for everyone’s prying eyes.
Especially with the scantily clad bodies of the groupies that swelled around you now, craning their necks over each other as they swung their glitter covered signs in the air.
Eddie would hate them. All the bright colours and curly writing. Although you couldn’t decide how he would react to what the words actually said, and how they described what the fawning groupies wanted to do to him. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat to banish the thought.
Someone’s sharp elbow nailed the side of your ribs. “Hey come on now, smile. You know he hates coming back here. He only does it for you.”
You scowled at a very grown up Dustin, especially since he was taller than you now, still seeing that hint of his baby face that you’d played DnD with throughout all of high school. Since you’d graduated, and of course Eddie and the others had taken off around the country on tour for the past eighteen months, the club was a complete set of new faces now, with a different dungeon master.
“Gee kid, thanks for making me feel better.” You rolled your eyes, staring at the dice set he rolled between his fingers, you’d never seen him without them since Eddie handed on the battton of responsibility.
“That’s not what I meant.” Dustin nodded at the pressed in bodies around you as they rushed to the hotel curb side, you clamped down on your ears as their head splitting shrieks erupted around you, cardboard crinkling in the air as they shook their signs at Eddie’s metal tour bus turning the corner.
“I know this stuff bothers you.” He conceded softly, his eyes prying your face for your reaction.
“I just can’t help but think about how much worse it is in bigger cities.” With hotter girls, you added on silently.
“Hey.” He snapped jokingly but still loud enough for you to turn your head to him, the driver of the bus hit the breaks a little too hard as the groupies rushed around the front of it dangerously, the buses breaks squealing as it came to a standstill. Dustin clicked his fingers to grab your attention back.
“I’m the one who had to sit through my entire freshman year listening to Eddie’s constant pining over you. Do you think she’s into DnD? Should I ask her? She was reading lord of the rings the other day, maybe I should make a reference?”
You smiled at Dustin impeccable impression of Eddie’s whiny voice. The gruff noises of security rushed forward as they formed a barrier around the door, shoving the intrusive hands back to create space. The ragged faces of security looked exactly how you felt.
“He’s only ever had eyes for you.” Dustin’s words were a little drowned out, but entirely right. Because as soon as the door creaked back with a puff of air, Eddie was at the lip of the steps, his favourite guitar strapped to his back as he swung his glare through the crowd, finding your welcoming eyes in an instant.
His face spilt into the eye crinkling grin that was plastered on posters across the county, causing your face to break into a defeated smile, it was like your body knew he was near and had fallen into that sleepy safe mode that only he could bring out in you, even with the alarming energy of the buzzing girls that suffocated the air around you.
You watched with a tight jaw as he raced through the makeshift walkway that security hurled him through, keeping a tight hold around his waist as he kept his eyes on you, ignoring the desperate claws that reached out to try and get a touch of the Eddie Munson
“Make way.” The two station guards that had kept you and Dustin away from the crowd, quickly unlocked the glass doors behind you as they ushered you inside.
You barely plastered a forced smile on your face and got brief a chance to take in Garreth’s and Jeff’s expression - they were straggling behind Eddie and didn’t seem to mind all the female attention - before Eddie’s wide chest smacked you in the face, his large hands digging into the backs of your thighs as he swung you up in the air and laced you around him.
You tugged his messy bun loose to let his curls flow around his shoulders, just they way you liked them as you let him devour you in a thousand kisses.
Your squeals of delight and his heavy grunts of sweet nothings in your ear demolished everything else in the small room that crowded almost instantly, you didn’t notice the deafening screams of fans turn almost silent as the doors locked with a click and dark curtains were drawn across them.
Someone annoyed cleared their throat as Eddie’s sweet lips finally encased yours, tasting like tobacco with just the slightest hint of whiskey.
You pulled back accusingly, glaring at him as you twisted the stray hairs at the back of his neck while the corners of his mouth turned up cheekily.
“Celebrating?” You scoffed teasingly as you licked the taste of him across your lips. Eddie’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you pressed against his core still in mid air as he tugged his guitar strap over his head.
“It helped pass the time, it’s a long drive from Florida, and I fucking missed you.” He grinned, burying his face against your neck as you laughed and slid from his grip, Eddie bent down to lower you softly to the floor as Dustin forced his way between you two.
“Missed you guys.” He grunted as they smacked each other on the backs in a violent-masculine- sort of way.
“You’ve grown Henderson.” Eddie whistled appreciatively, gripping his shoulder as he stepped back as if it get a better look at him.
“That’s what happens when you’re only supposed to be gone for a few weeks and turn up a year and a half later.” Eddie had the grace to look ashamed as he glanced sideways at you, not missing your fallen smile.
“Yeah I’m sorry I missed the wedding step-bro.” He grinned, knowing exactly how to taunt at Dustin to get a reaction.
“Step cousin-“ He screeched as you laughed, brushing away non-existent dust from Eddie’s shoulders, just for an excuse to hold him
“Did they like my gift?” He smiled at you, circling his arm around your waist to pull you in tight. You were glad he still felt the same, with his intoxicating scent that was singular to only him and wearing his thread bare leather jacket he’d had throughout all of school. No matter what happened on the road and no matter how famous he and the band grew, he was still your Eddie.
“They’ve just finished moving everything in. Mrs Munson is running around to cook you your favourites, Wayne’s there to keep her sane.” You smiled at the way Eddie’s eyes lighted up at the mention of his uncle, thinking back to his reaction when you’d told him over the phone that those two had finally succumbed to the inevitable chemistry. They’d grown close after each cup of tea that Wayne sought out after Eddie took off, from the way he’d closed his eyes when Dustin would come in rambling excitedly about his new campaign idea when he took over as Dungeon Master, it seemed like he was hearing Eddie’s words flow through him. As much as you denied it, you’d missed Eddie so much it physically hurt, and you’d hung onto Dustin as much as high school and your work schedule would allow to fill the void he’d left behind.
“Been taking care of all of the little sheepies? What are you gonna do when you graduate-“ Eddie smirked at Dustin, gesturing at his old dice set clamped between his prodigy’s fingers. You slipped out of his grip as their conversation turned towards old epic Hellfire nights.
“S’good to see you guys.” You murmured as you pulled your old DnD club members into a group hug, holding your breath as the stench of sweat and alcohol washed over you. They didn’t feel as familiar, and you pulled back with a questioning look as you searched their faces. You couldn’t pin point the slight change from where they’d turned from your nerdy friends into confident men, but it was there.
Your stomach curled as you pictured the reason why, your thoughts drifting to the masses of fan crazed girls with their bra’s hanging from their wrists, just outside those locked doors. Suddenly peering back over your shoulder at Eddie to see if he had the same distinguishable confidence.
You spied the rough jackets and frayed jeans of the unfamiliar men over Garreth’s mounds of fluffy hair, recognition curling in your stomach.
“You guys are The Rose right?” You smiled out of curtesy, not remembering Eddie telling you he was coming home with extra band mates but a memory of their faces on some of the posters he’d sent you, tugged at you.
“Actually, we go by Purgatory now.” The one closest to you on the end of the lounge grinned as he looked you up and down, slight recognition flaring in his own eyes.
“I’m kinda diggin Iced Earth.” The hairy man next to him grunted as he pulled a wrinkled pack of cigarettes from his pockets.
“These guys are the reason I’m home late honey.” Eddie joked as he moved beside you in silence, his long fingers dug into your hip bone as he pulled you into him protectively, something harsh simmering beneath his false smile as he glared at the group of men. He noticed your concerned look and tried to brush it off before anyone else realised.
“Since we’re in a cover band saturated market, Gavin suggested we start networking across the region and start booking shows for our bands as well as bringing acts from other cities. It took off really well and there were shows every other week.” You glanced at the important looking man clad in the tailored black suit, arguing madly with someone on the phone as he paced the hotel’s empty lobby.
“Right…” you drawled, wanting to be a supportive girlfriend but the way Eddie’s finger tips slipped beneath the band of your jeans, almost absentmindedly tracing your sensitive skin, had derailed your train of thought completely.
“Yeah we wanted to keep going, but Eddie insisted on going home first.” The angrier looking man in the group of strangers spoke up for the first time, picking his finger nail as he glanced at you accusingly.
“Insisted? He practically drove the goddamn bus here. I’m Gene by the way sweetheart, lead vocalist.” The puff of smoke blew towards your face as the hairy man lent forward to cup your hand in both of his, winking as he pulled back and shot Eddie a knowing smirk.
“Alright alright, enough.” Eddie sighed, swinging his hips back and forth as he subtly tugged you away.
“Here.” A handful of shiny black hotel keys were shoved under your nose as the band mates reached for their own, waving off the list of rules that their manger rattled off at top speed.
Eddie’s hands were definitely tugging you away with urgency now, slight panic flaring in his eyes.
“Well.” Gene grunted as he rose from the sofa seats, squishing his cigarette in the glass ashtray beside it as he squared his shoulders and faced you with a grin. “I’m gonna go see what beauties out there want the back stage experience.” His words confirmed your worst fears and made your stomach sink.
You weren’t an idiot, and you’d heard all the stories about what happened on ‘the road’ and that sometimes men thought with their dicks over their heads. But Eddie had promised, even if eighteen months was a long time and his phone calls had grown shorter.
“Those were the days, huh Eddie?” Eddie’s fingers flexed in your rigid hand as the skinny band mate who looked perpetually angry clapped Eddie on the shoulder, shooting him a nasty grin as he scowled down his nose at you, like you’d personally ruined his Christmas.
Eddie stiffened beside you as you turned into ice, practically hearing the clogs turning in your head as you tried to swallow the bile in your throat.
“Eddie remember, two days-“ Their manager reached out a pale hand to try and stop Eddie as he rushed towards the glass elevators, your movements were robotic as you let him pull you with him.
“Yeah yeah yeah I know.” He snapped over his shoulder, his thin patience withering as he smashed the button with his thumb.
“What about dinner? My mom-“ Dustin broke away from Garreth to catch Eddie’s elbow just as the elevator dinged.
“I’m sure she’ll forgive me. And I promise to visit them bright and early tomorrow, thanks for coming to see me kid.” Eddie’s tone was final as he shook him off, his palm burned into your lower back through your shirt as he guided you into the lift.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Eddie nodded towards the closing doors, sliding closer to you as a sarcastic “Yeah if you ever resurface” was muttered and met by bouts of laughter.
Eddie laced his rough fingers through yours instantly, crushing you to his chest as he pressed his face into your hair and shuddered.
“I missed your smell. You haven’t changed much. That’s good, you’re perfect.” He waited for you to laugh with him, and squeezed your shoulder to pull back when he was met with stony silence.
“You’re quiet.” He murmured, smoothing out the crease between your brows as he caught his tongue between his lips.
“Yeah.” You replied lamely, from this angle you could see how long his lashes were, and how his dark eyes still caught the glint of every light. You could feel his original guitar pic necklace hidden beneath his expensive shirt, under the heavy chains that adorned his soft neck.
Suddenly you wanted to cry. He was so beautiful it hurt, the sort of beauty you kept hidden away from the filthiness of the world.
And he’d been parading it around the country for almost two years.
“What’s wrong.” His voice was gentle now that that the two of you were alone, falling back into the familiarity of your innocent high school years.
When Corroded Coffin had really taken off just a few months after graduation, it hadn’t been so hard. Each tour was only a few weeks, and a few weeks wasn’t that big of a wait. You’d fuck him nine ways to Sunday as soon as he got home anyway, to make up for it.
But hearing the others he’s toured with speak so freely about it? Right in front of you no less in such causal remarks, and the way Eddie had tensed while he waited for your reaction.
The insecurities and horrid nightmares bubbled back to the surface in seconds, thoughts that you’d tried to squish had run rampant each day that brought you closer to Eddie’s return.
The dark hotel door room swung back with a groan as you strode straight through it, brushing by Eddie’s chest as he held it open for you questioningly. He let you stew silently as he wandered around flicking on lights in the overtly decorated suit, the evening sun glistened on the crowded sidewalk, still filled with screaming groupies. From this height but hidden by the one way tinted windows, you could see the line stretched around the whole block.
“This wasn’t exactly-“ Eddie shrugged out of his jacket as your anger finally reached a boiling point. Mixed with the guilt of ruining his home-coming because of your damn insecurities and suspicions, your tone was harsh and dripped with venom.
“Two years is a long time to wait.” You spat, rounding on him as he froze.
“…. I know, I am sorry but things just kept getting extended because they’re going so well-“ He held his hands up between you with a small smile, heading down the wrong path as to why you were upset and trying to diffuse your sudden anger.
Your heart ached, all that your sweet boy wanted to do was tell you about his dreams finally coming into fruition, and you couldn’t stop being a bitch because all you could imagine was his strong hands sliding over someone else’s skin.
“- For sex.” You cut him off, clenching your jaw as you tightened your arms across your chest, your frayed nerves taught enough to snap as you waited for the unbearable truth to explode between you.
Eddie laughed.
“You think that’s funny Munson?” You hissed, staring between his crinkled eyes as he doubled over.
“I think it’s funny that I’m right.” He let out a deep sigh as he straightened up and wiped the smirk off the corner of his mouth, licking his lips as his ran his eyes up and down your body.
“What?” You covered your chest spitefully, hiding your hardened nipples away from his eyes. He didn’t deserve them until he explained himself.
“That’s why I didn’t really want you near those guys. They’re pretty uhh… wild.” Eddie scratched the back of neck as he shrugged, taking a few steps towards you.
“You’re telling me you never gave some desperate groupie the ‘back stage experience’?” You thought back to the other band mates words, and how pointed and obvious they felt.
“No, they’re just jerks that are mad I wanted to come home to my beautiful girlfriend. What do I have to do to make you believe me?” Eddie crossed the last few feet to tear your arms away from your body, pinning them to your sides. You couldn’t help but feel your resistance slipping away from his warm touch, your anger dimming as he hovered over with a smirk, knowing he’d won you over.
“Two years on the road, with all these girls throwing themselves at you, and you, Gareth and Jeff never caved once?” You scoffed, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I didn’t.” He sucked in against his teeth as he lifted his head back, scrutinising the paneling in the ceiling with an innocent expression while you muddled over his words.
First of all, gross. You couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine your nerdy DnD friends and club members, being lady killers. But they didn’t have girlfriends to come home to so you couldn’t really judge, and a lot could change in two years. Although, apparently not the way Eddie felt about you.
You tried to bite back the smile as he pinned you against the glass window with his body, every contour of his was pressed flush against yours, and his hard boner was rubbing against your thigh painfully.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Eddie trapped your jaw between his skilled fingers, his skin smelling like smoke as he tilted your head to suckle at your exposed neck. Eddie’s mouth curved into a smirk as his teeth grazed your skin and you shuddered, grabbing onto his arm to keep you upright.
“I’m not jealous I’m pissed. Because now I’m the jerk for ruining this.” Shame washed over you, and your anger flipped around, facing in the other direction now that you realised how foolish you’d been. Eddie sighed your name against the soft dip between your neck and shoulder, like he could read your mind and wanted to rub it in.
“My hand and just the thought of you was a thousand times better than anything any of them could have given me.” His fist banged against the glass next to your head, biting at your ear. Your knees caved at the dirty thought of Eddie stroking his cock while he pumped away at the thought of you. How after so many years of being together, and leaving no sexual path undiscovered, did the mere touch of him still drive you crazy?
“You’re still mad.” He scoffed, moving his hand to your hip as he gripped them painfully, forcing you to gasp as he pinched your chin tighter.
“I’m trying not to be.” You spluttered, bitting down on your lip as he bent his face down to yours with a dangerous smile.
“I can help with that.”
Eddie’s hands fell to the zipper on your jeans as he tugged your core towards his, devouring your lips as he ripped them down your thighs in seconds.
“These are new.” Eddie dropped to his knees as your bare ass pressed up against cold glass.
“I brought them for you.” You gasped as your hands moved to tangle in his curly hair, pulling on them as his eyes traced over the lacy blue panties, leaving little to the imagination.
“For me?” He groaned disbelievingly, glancing up at you through his crossed brow.
“Now who’s the jealous one Eddie?” You laughed, shivering as you held onto the thin veil of resilience his tongue was about to fuck out of you.
“Shut up.” He grinned, pressing his nose against your cunt as he inhaled deeply and pressed his hands into your sides, pulling you further into his face.
“Eddie… no, this is supposed to be about you.” Your protest was weak to your own ears, as much as you loved to please him, you loved the feeling of his mouth on your clit a lot more. He grinned up at you as you grinded down onto his nose, calling you out on your lie.
“After two years, I’m not going to be able to last more than five seconds inside this pretty pussy.” With that, Eddie’s fingers pinched your skin as he pulled away the fabric from your drenched cunt, swirling his tongue around your hot clit as you shuddered and arched above him, using your grip in his hair to move his face against you.
Pain shot through your head as you slammed it back against the glass but you didn’t care, moaning as Eddie’s strong tongue licked a long strip from your dripping hole all the way to your throbbing bud, trapping it between his teeth as you swore and curled over his head. Eddie’s large hands pinned your hips back against the window, keeping you in place as you thrashed madly against him. Your grip turned to stone in his hair and you weren’t sure if you were pulling him away because the feeling of his mouth biting and licking and sucking at your wet folds, was enough to make you cry, or if you were pulling him closer because grinding down on the hard bridge of his nose was enough to make you come right there and then.
Eddie pulled away from you suddenly as he shot to his feet, circling the sides of your head as his tongue assaulted your mouth, pressing in to each corner as he swirled around the taste of you.
“I’ve fucking missed that taste, pretty girl.” He let you breathe for a second as he watched you fumble with his belt, smiling at your whispered swearing to get it undone.
Eddie’s hot finger tips reached for the hem of your shirt, pausing with wide eyes just as he tugged it over you.
“Surprise.” You licked your lip before biting down on it, cupping the soft under side of your boobs as your thumbs pressed at the metal bars piercing both nipples.
They’d hurt like a bitch, but God Eddie’s reaction was so worth it.
“Holy fuck.” His rough hand replaced yours as the other one moved back to between your thigh, stealing a gasping moan from your lips as he traced his fingertip over your sensitive clit, ignoring the way you melted in his hands as his eyes flickered between the piercings that definitely weren’t there the last time.
“So fucking hot.” It was like the sight drove him insane, he already wasn’t being gentle with you but as his sharp teeth encircled around the bar, sucking at the soft skin before biting the errect tip of your nipple, he forgo all control.
Eddie’s hand disappeared from between your cunt, ignoring your moan of defiance as he spun your hips around, slamming you back against the window as he pressed in behind you, the clinking sound of metal coming apart before you felt the wet tip of his cock pressing against your ass.
You could still see the crowd of giggling girls beneath your naked body, in that moment you wouldn’t have even cared if the glass wasn’t tinted.
Sharp pain shot through your skull as Eddie wrapped his hand in your hand, tugging your head back until your tits were on full display, bouncing freely as he aimed himself up against your entrance, bowing your hips back to him until the arch was almost painful.
You could see the reflect of Eddie’s straining arms beneath his shirt, the reverent look on his face as his raging cock found your hole.
Eddie pushed his hips forward as you gasped out in pain, the size of him stretching you out with a burn as he filled you up, tears sprung to your eyes as your hands curled against the cold window.
“Fuck, I swear you’re even tighter.” He groaned as he dived further into you, reaching around with his free hand to rub your nipples between his fingers while his other kept your hair in a tight fist.
Either you were tighter or he’d grown even fucking bigger because you hadn’t felt this type of pleasurable pain since you first took his thick size, Eddie’s groans were sending you delirious as you let out breathless gasps, relishing in the stinging feeling as his skin slapped against yours.
“Look.” He demanded, tugging your head back harsher until your eyes opened with a snap. The window pane was clouding from the heat of your bodies as his hips bucked faster into yours, but you could still see the crowds he nodded at.
“They all wish they were you. They want my cock, but it’s all for you baby. I’ve waited two fucking years for this sweet pussy, you gonna stop being a bitch and give it to me?”
His round eyes met yours in the reflection, love and adoration flaring in them so you knew what he really meant. That tight coil in your belly lurched as he hit that good spot inside of you, earning a cry as your shaky fingers moved to your clit, no where near as good as Eddie’s but enough to bring you close to the burning edge.
“Look at you.” He grunted lustfully, releasing your hair as his hand snaked around your neck, crushing the sides of it until you were high on lack of air. Your eyes met his in the reflective glass, watching your tits bounce up and down with each plunge of Eddie’s long cock into your cunt, your face was red and formed in a state of pleasure.
He was glorious, and your eyes went blurry from the tears the feeling of him brought to your eyes. Eddie wrenched himself from you with a gasp, catching you as you slid to your knees, moving you to the couch in an instant.
“I need to see you.” He explained before pining you to the velvety cushions and crushing you with his weight. Eddie groaned into your skin as you begged for him, his cock slipping between the slick dripping from your cunt before he buried himself back in you. Your nails dragged at his shirt before Eddie tore it over his head in frustration, shivering against you as your fingers left red marks behind on his soft skin. His hair was everywhere between you as it shrouded you from light, enveloping you both in a silent dome of nothing but the euphoric feelings Eddie’s hips were thrusting into yours.
The beams in the couch dug into your back painfully as Eddie pounded away, his rings bit into your skin as he wrapped your legs around his hips, grinding his pelvis into yours with a smirk because he knew you loved it, until he noticed your grimace.
“I’m okay.” You shook your head, planting desperate kisses along his panting skin as you rolled your hips against his length inside of you.
“Bed.” Eddie grunted, always wanting you to be comfortably not matter how rough or angry the sex was. He pulled you to your feet over his lap, spinning you around as he slapped your ass and pressed a kiss to it, biting down on the soft flesh until you squealed and slipped from his grasp.
Eddie sat back in the couch as he watched your beautiful form crawl across the covers, turning back to face him on your knees with a pout as he admired you.
Eddie kicked off his jeans, leaving him completely naked while he stroked his glistening cock and threw his other arm over the back of the couch, running his thumb over the dripping head of his cock as he tilted his face to the side, biting down on his lip as you smiled at him.
“I fucking missed you.” He laughed as you curled two fingers at him, twirling your nipples with your free hand as you gasped from the pain.
“I’m still mad.” You taunted, a devious idea coming to you.
“Still?” He sighed with a smile, rolling his head back on his shoulders as his ring clad fingers tightened around his cock, collecting the slick from you cunt as his ran it up and down.
You flipped onto your back, scooting down the edge of the bed until your neck was hanging off it, watching Eddie innocently as his smile widened. You brought your knees to your chest as your hand darted between them, rubbing harsh circles on your clit as you pinched your nipples with your free hand, smirking as Eddie sprung up from the couch towards you. His cock hung heavy and wet just mere inches from you, the heady scent of his musk and your combined sweat was dripping from him as you reached out to cup his balls.
“Still.” You grinned. “So fuck it out of me.”
Eddie’s hand gripped under your jaw to tilt your head back, sliding his choking length down your throat as you gagged, Eddie moaned at the sight as he traced the outline of his bulging cock through the soft skin of your exposed throat, before moving down between your thighs to smack your hand away and give you what you needed.
Eddie’s thick tuft of pubes blinded you as he fucked your face, every single sensation and nerve ending exploded into over drive as his deft fingers slid deep inside you and curled, keeping the pad of his thumb on your clit until you were shaking and crying on the bed beneath him. The coil snapped easily as your orgasm floored you, drenching his fingers as you moaned around his cock, gripping the sheets beside you as you arched off the bed.
Eddie pulled himself from you, strings of spit dripping from his cock as he slid into the bed next to you, shaking from his own pleasure as he pulled you onto his lap on top of the sheets.
Eddie held you steady as you slid down easily onto him, more than enough wetness from your mouth and your cunt to ride him. Your ears were ringing and your eyes rolled back into your head as gripped the back of his hair. Eddie’s eyes were heavy and blown wide, watching you bounce up and down on his cock like you were a creature sent straight to hell just to corrupt him. If his throbbing cock didn’t send you into your second hazy orgasm, just the mere sight of him would have. He didn’t last long, only a few roles of your hips before Eddie’s mouth clamped down against your chest and you both froze into each other, shuddering with held breaths as waves of pleasure rocked you both and then crumbled into moans and whimpers. You felt Eddie’s hot cum pooling between your thighs, but you were both too fucked out to do anything but laugh as he encased your lips in a soft kiss between sweaty strands of hair, pressing his warm hands against your naked back to pin you to him.
Eddie’s hips bucked up into yours accidentally and you both groaned from the over sensitivity. “I missed you.”
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You were still sitting on Eddie, like on him. His soft length was still inside of you, your wetness and his come swirled between your folds that were pressed against his hips.
Neither of you cared, and had missed the feeling of each other too much to move an inch right now. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, listening to Eddie tell you every single detail of his trip, down to the way things smelled to what the tour bus driver wore.
“It was incredible, our crowds gone from four drunks to thousands of people. Gavin says it’s only going to get bigger from here.” His excited hands fluttered to your sides as he noticed your smile drop, his own wide and goofy grin slipping.
“I can‘t do this again.” You murmured as tears spring to your eyes, hating that you weren’t strong enough to tell him to go, you’d never seen him so happy.
“Neither can I. They’re going to have to drag me out of this bed.” Eddie’s fingers traced light patterns up and down your naked back and with a genuine smile as guilt shot through you.
You shook your head as you swallowed, forcing the words that didn’t want to come out, “I’m not asking you to give up your dreams. I can’t.”
“I’m not. Come with me.” Eddie shrugged as he let the words fall so casually.
“Seriously?” The corners of your lips quirked without permission, the warm fleeting images of a life you’d never considered, flashed between you.
“Of course, the guys have their groupies. I want mine.”
The way your bodies were interlocked did dangerous things as he laughed at your expression.
“Now that you’ve got that out of your system.” He grinned, tapping the sides of your thighs with a delectable grin. “Can I make sweet, soft love to my girlfriend now?”
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playing horror games with armin hehe
Hey Saturn (@ringsofsaturnnnn)! So this took me awhile but let's just pretend it's still October for a moment. How was your week?
I wrote down my thoughts, I hope you enjoy!
Playing horror games with Armin?
Armin/gn! Reader (scenario imagine/drabble?)
Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, college au, modern au, horror games, halloween night, armin gets scared easily
Summary: Playing horror games with your sweet blonde boyfriend <3 not much more to say.
Wc: 493
A/n: I never really play horror games (as in I have no experience beyond watching my friends play) so I did my best with this!
Armin definitely wasn’t the one to suggest it, but who is he to turn down an opportunity to spend time with his lovely partner?
He used to like to play regular video games in high school, so he does have experience holding a controller.
Armin was the victim of many pranks on Halloween growing up, being relatively timid and easy to scare. Regrettably, all those years of jumping in fright didn’t make him any less prone to hiding under the blankets during a scary movie.
After all the trick or treaters are gone, when the moon is high and the night is quiet, you both decide it’s a good time to start your game. If you dressed up, you both change out of your costumes and shower first. Armin gladly helps you wipe off your makeup if you need anything like that. He makes sure to grab all your comfort items: several blankets, pillows, a stuffed animal, he even makes you your favorite warm drink and you set out some of your extra candy in a bowl. Normally he wouldn’t be for eating candy this late but he decides to make an exception. He picks out a few mini Milky Way bars to munch on and settles in with you as the screen lights up.
If you’re an avid fan of horror games (and they don’t scare you really badly) best believe you’d better ask Armin to loosen up the death grip he has on your arm so you don’t wake up with bruises. He both fears and admires how you don’t let the suspenseful moments get to you, please reassure him a little bit that there’s nothing more normal than getting jumpy during these types of things; they were designed to make you scared. He lets out more than a few screams, and at this point would rather die than step one foot anywhere without you. His controller does get chucked across the room at some point.
Now if you rarely play horror games and get scared by them easily (like me Y-Y) Armin will do his best to provide you comfort by holding you against his chest and keeping you close, but it’s going to have to be a two way street, he needs your comfort just as much. I couldn’t imagine the two of you just owning a game like this, you probably had to borrow it from Eren or something like that. He probably gets a little shaky, just feeling your heartbeat and hearing your breathing can soothe him, he’d like it if he could cuddle into your chest too. You two will just be a curled up ball of giggly nerves and screams and it couldn’t have been a better Halloween.
Armin may need to take some deep breaths afterward, but in the end, whether you love horror things or get just as jumpy as him, he loved it because he got to spend time with you.
Eren teases Armin the next day when he hears about how scared he got and suggests a group session next year.
Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening! 💜🖤
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.
✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, romance
✦ a/n: Hi, everyone! I posted this chapter a little later than usual because I was too busy today, but it's here! Sorry for the delay. Also, some of you may have already seen this, but: I missed writing about Dave and Nore happy together a lot these last few days, so I posted a small extra chapter set somewhere between chapters 16 and 17 for all my Dave and Nore enjoyers 🖤 You can read it here. Hope you liked reading, feedback is welcome!
✧ you don't have to leave, you could just stay here, with me / forget all the party police, we could find comfort in debauchery ✧
“I should've been there with you,” James's voice, annoyed and concerned, crackled through the phone pressed to my ear. “You shouldn't have dealt with this on your own. I should've been right there beside you.”
“James, it's alright,” I mumbled, sparking a cigarette, propping myself against the payphone stand. It was late afternoon, and I’d dialed James to tell him all about my disastrous mission in Los Angeles. If I wasn't in tears at the moment, it was only because I'd already exhausted my supply in the hours before.
“Of course, it's not okay!” he burst out, matching my frustration. “Did you check with the neighbors? Wasn't there some dude you knew living downstairs?”
“Yeah, Ellefson. He bailed too. Apparently, they moved out together last week. Left no trace for anyone to follow,” I finished the sentence with a tremor in my voice, eyes burning with fresh tears, but I wasn't going to break down now. Not while James was on the line, his concern clear in every word he spoke.
“Fuck. What a mess,” he muttered. “Hey, it's gonna be alright. I think I've got his mom's address; I can try reaching out to her. We'll find him, Nore.”
“Thanks, James,” I said, feeling a bit better knowing that even if the day had turned to crap, he still had my back.
“I'm sorry about all this Pat shit. Had no clue she'd pull a stunt like that.”
“It's fine…”
“No, Nore, it's not. You know, you said the right thing to her. I never want to see that girl again. But I can hop over to Los Angeles if it means making her apologize to you,” he declared, his voice carrying a slightly menacing edge that hinted he might have wanted to go beyond a simple apology.
“James, you really don't have to do that. It'd be just playing into her drama,” I let out a heavy sigh. “All I want is to find Dave and sort this mess out once and for all.”
“We'll track him down, Nore. I promise. Everything's gonna be fine,” James tried to assure me, and I managed a small smile. There was something kinda sweet about how he was going all out to cheer me up, genuinely putting in the effort to help me out, just because it'd make me happy.
James was just impossible not to like.
“I know, Jamie,” I replied, letting the warmth of my smile show in my voice. “Thank you.”
The rest of February breezed by quickly; I suddenly realized that the one-year anniversary of my move to San Francisco had quietly passed. It seemed pretty wild how everything that had unfolded in the last few months had managed to cram into a year, shaping me in more ways than I could express. It was like I'd been a part of the boys’ life forever, like I couldn’t quite picture who I was without them in the frame.
March rolled in, bringing the end of winter closer and closer. As the days lit up and warmed, James and I kept our long-distance communication going. The phone calls from San Francisco to Long Beach, initially a bit spaced out, soon became almost a daily ritual, and I found myself eagerly anticipating those moments in an entirely new way. Sweet words of affection began to find their way into our conversations more frequently. I had to admit, I missed James more than I'd care to confess — not just the tour moments but also his touch, the sound of his voice and laughter, the blue in his eyes, and even the warmth of his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.
Being back at my parents' house had its perks: with no job on my plate and studies yet to kick in, I found myself drowning in free time. I dedicated most of it to diving into my studies and building up a solid portfolio in visual arts, gearing up for the application grind at the San Francisco Art Institute. The prospect of being in the same city as Cliff and the guys again had me stoked, but in a genuinely good way — I could barely contain my excitement for things to click into place.
Another thing gobbling up my time was my newfound camaraderie with Charlotte, one of my old high school friends. She’d been pouring her heart into her debut starring role in a theatre play, and I'd been chipping in as an unofficial production assistant, giving me a reason to hang out with her and break free from my parents’ house for a bit. On a bright Wednesday morning, the moment I stepped into the auditorium where the theater troupe was fine-tuning their craft, Charlotte threw me a curveball with an unexpected ask.
“Nore!” she squealed with excitement upon spotting me, rushing over and grabbing my hands in hers. Her green eyes looked almost teary, and her lips formed a small pout. “Thank goodness you're here. Everything's going haywire today, and I'm not sure if we can sort it out!”
“What’s going on, Charlie?” I inquired, intrigued, as I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it onto one of the chairs in the vacant audience area. “Did the dressing room light decide to bail on us again? You know I'm useless with those things.”
“Of course not!” she retorted, indignant, and I released a low chuckle.
“Just pulling your leg. What's up?”
“I need you to act in the play.”
I blinked, puzzled, furrowing my brow as I crossed my arms.
“You... Hold on, what? Charlie, the play is in two weeks.”
“I know!” she sighed, slumping into one of the chairs, defeated. “Why do you think I'm so desperate? One of the actresses can't perform anymore. And now the director wants to cancel the play because we won't be able to find a replacement on time!”
“And you want me to step in.”
“Yeah!”
“In a play that's premiering in fifteen days?”
“Nore, you've always been fantastic in our school's Drama Club…”
“No way, Charlie! How am I supposed to pull that off?”
“Nore, please, please, please?” she clasped my hand in hers, her eyes pleading. “It's my first lead role, I've been rehearsing for months! I promise to help you with the lines, I'll do anything!”
I sighed, resigned.
“Fine. But you owe me one,” I replied, and she let out an excited squeal before hugging me.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise!”
Well, she was right — I didn't regret it. Actually, practicing for the play turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought. Plus, scoring some free tickets to hand out to my friends and family made me care a bit less about the crazy deadline to cram all those lines into my brain. Charlie and I basically lived in that auditorium for the next few days; I'd roll in there in the morning and wouldn't bail until way into the evening.
When Saturday rolled around, I decided to escape to San Francisco. Stuff for the band was picking up speed after those European shows. After snagging a deal to record the second album at a studio in Denmark, the guys figured a bash was in order to toast to the good news, and obviously, I had to be there. I arranged with my parents to spend the weekend over at Cliff's place with the boys. Luckily, they had some San Francisco business on the horizon, and agreed to drop by and give me a ride back to Long Beach when it was time to head back home.
I let out a sigh as I hit the old house where I used to live with Cliff, Dave, James, and Lars. It was like nothing had changed, memories still stuck in every nook and cranny; the first chats with the guys, James getting less shy as we got tighter, my first kiss with Dave, the first time we slept together, drinking together, smoking together, laughing together, loving together. And it stung, a sharp and dry ache deep in my chest, with the gut feeling that things would never, ever be the same again.
I mixed with the crowd, strolling into the living room; the first familiar face I bumped into was James', whose eyes lit up seeing me, a grin breaking out. He hustled over, grabbing my face and planting a surprise kiss on my lips, leaving me gasping, my face heating up in a flash.
“James!” I blurted out, pupils dilated in shock as I took a step back.
“My bad. Was that a no-go?” he mumbled, a persistent grin suggesting he had no regrets about the kiss. “Just damn happy you showed up.”
“I’m happy to be here too,” I whispered, my face still warm from his gentle touch.
“Geez, you two are such a clingy couple,” Cliff chimed in, coming over. I blushed, pulling James's hands off my face and avoiding eye contact.
“We're not a couple, Cliff,” I muttered, voice low, his comment knotting something strange and uncomfortable in my chest. “Excuse me, I need a drink,” I spun around, heading for the kitchen.
“Nore, hold up,” Cliff tagged along, standing by my side as I raided the fridge for a beer. “What was that just now?”
“Nothing,” I grunted, popping the kitchen door open and stepping into the backyard. Cliff sighed but joined me, leaning against the porch railing.
“Nothing? Seriously? You're not gonna start keeping secrets from me now, after 19 years?” he came closer, tilting his head to be right in my line of sight, impossible to ignore. I sighed, rolling my eyes at his persistence. “Hey. You and James weren't, like, a thing or something?”
“It's not like that,” I grumbled. “It's just... There's just too much going on, Cliff...”
I told him everything then: how James and I had decided to give in to our feelings during the tour, how I’d tried to find Dave after coming back, how everything went wrong, and now I had no clue where he was. And maybe involving James in all this was a mistake because, frankly, with each passing day, I found myself liking him more while still stuck on my feelings for Dave.
“Well, that sucks,” he remarked after I spilled my story, prompting a nervous little laugh from me. “So, you do like James, then?”
“Of course I like him,” I replied, with a resigned sigh.
“You like him, and yet you were upset because he kissed you just now?” he pressed on, and I rolled my eyes.
“Cliff, it's not that simple…”
"No, I get it ain't," he said, sparking up a joint, taking a slow drag before locking eyes with me, dead serious. "I get you still love Dave. I get you're on this quest to find him, and I'm betting it's gonna happen, Nore. You and him, you'll cross paths again 'cause I know you're head over heels for the guy. I'm pretty damn sure you two will work things out. But..." He hesitated, and I shot him a puzzled look. Cliff usually had his words lined up tight. It wasn’t like him to be unsure about anything.
"But?" I prodded, curious. He let out a sigh.
"But things are changing at warp speed for us, Nore," He handed over the joint, and I grabbed it, taking a slow drag. "We're growing up, for crying out loud. I mean, we're about to cut an album in Europe, can you believe that? A year ago, who would've thought? Things are moving quick, do you really wanna skip the chance to catch some happiness along the way? You don't know when you'll stumble upon Dave. No idea how long it'll take to straighten things out with him. Are you gonna keep dodging happiness till then?"
"Cliff, what are you getting at?"
"What I'm getting at, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine, what I mean is maybe you should quit fighting what you feel for James. I mean, you liked him before, but let's be real, you rolled back from Europe completely in love with him, didn't you?"
In love. Those words set my face on fire, my heart doing a marathon, and a zillion butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. My first instinct was to argue with Cliff, but deep down, he wasn't totally off, was he? If I already had a soft spot for James before, now it was more like a full-blown obsession. It felt like a hunger, like I needed him to fill some kind of void inside of me. And somehow, this crazy feeling coexisted with the love I held for Dave, for the empty space he’d left behind. Everything was so damn new that I could barely wrap my head around it, let alone figure out how to handle it.
"I'm not in love with him," I mumbled weakly, and Cliff chuckled, giving me a shoulder hug.
"You're a lousy liar, you know that?" he said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Hey," a familiar voice called, and I glanced up, blushing when I locked eyes with James, propped against the door frame with a beer in hand. "Nore, everything cool?"
"I'm gonna find Lea," Cliff announced, sidestepping and shooting me a suggestive look before leaving me solo with James. I watched him saunter away, feeling my face heat up, and then turned my attention to James, his blue eyes zeroed in on mine.
"You alright? Sorry about that kiss earlier. Didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice low, stepping close enough for me to sense the heat of his body. His attentive eyes studied my face, as if trying to decode my feelings from my expression. I sighed, my heart racing in a totally new rhythm when he gently cupped my face, resting my hands on his chest as he leaned in.
"James," I murmured, my voice shaking, almost like I was saying his name for the first time. He gave me a slight smile, his gaze zeroing in on my slightly parted lips with poorly disguised desire.
"What?"
"I don't want you thinking I'm here with you just 'cause I haven't tracked down Dave yet."
"I'd never think that," he whispered, edging even closer.
I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.
"James," I murmured again, almost like a prayer, and the way I said his name seemed to light up something hungry in him. He yanked me closer, his mouth crashing onto mine with a deep, needy moan. I sighed, trembling, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to his kiss, the dawning realization that I couldn't resist him any longer.
Actually, that I didn't want to.
He backed off, peppering soft kisses on my lips before resting his forehead against mine. His hands clung to my waist, tugging me close enough for our bodies to touch.
"I think we should head to my room," he murmured, flashing a smile. I chuckled softly, throwing my arms around his neck, and pulled him into another kiss.
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I need this fluff in my life and so the heck do you!!
Getting matching PJs for you, Hen AND Kal!!
If my bestie needs fluff, I must comply!
Summary: Halloween is your favourite holiday, and frankly, it's quite an obsession of yours. However, seeing Henry and you just started dating, you are rather insecure and afraid of what he might think of you if he finds out...
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity)
Words: 1.3k
Themes: PG13, gooey fluff, insecurity, a new relationship, romance.
A/N: Not beta'd. Since it's an almost spooky season, I took the liberty of making this about Halloween 🎃 Special thanks to @agniavateira and @the-soot-sprite, who always encourage me to keep writing. Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed 🖤
🦇🎃👻 Spooky Season 👻🎃🦇
Halloween always held a special place in your heart.
Every year as August kissed the sun goodbye and the first chill breeze of September drifted over your cheeks, the hunt for unique and creepy decorations would begin. There was no greater joy than turning your humble little pad into a haunted mansion and spending time with friends watching your favourite spooky films.
That is... Until Henry came along...
It wasn't that you didn't care for Halloween anymore. Quite the contrary, you couldn't wait for Autumn! For the first time in your life, you were about to share this special occasion with a boyfriend.
However, as days grew colder and the leaves on the tree outside your window fell golden to the ground, instead of feeling thrilled, you grew dreadfully insecure.
By October, you snuffed any mention of Halloween away. Fearing Henry would think your fixation was foolish, no decorations were purchased nor hung on your walls. And even when Henry randomly mentioned 'trick or treating', you heard yourself mutter, "who wants to go out on Halloween anyway? That's lame kids' stuff..."
And so... your obsession was buried under heaps of insecurity until the burning wick of your candle dwindled and died.
On the night of Hollows Eve, all you wanted to do was go home and lay snuggled on the sofa with Henry until the night was over. You decided to spend that time together not celebrating Halloween.
Heading home from work, you kept your eyes vacant, not daring a glimpse at the children and teenagers who ran about in their costumes. You convinced yourself you didn't care for it anymore, when deep inside, you couldn't help but feel a needle in your heart every time you passed through a glowing jack o' lantern who leered at you from a neighbour's doorstep.
"Henry, I am home!"
You declared as you finally unlocked the door.
Oddly, the light was off.
"Umm... Henry where..."
A flash of bright blue light blinded your sight, followed by a rumbling thunder that boomed angrily in your ears.
Confused and unable to see anything, you sought for the light switch in the dark when another lightening painted the house in pale icy shades. This time, the thunder accompanied a low, growly evil laughter with a familiar timbre.
"We've been expecting you..."
Still in the dark, you heard someone click his fingers. At the little snap, a dozen little glowing tears of light lit your apartment in a dim orange glow.
Still hazy from the abrupt change, you rubbed your eyes and took a better look before a loud gasp of wonder escaped your lips. When you left home for work this morning, your apartment still looked like a mundane IKEA catalogue. The last thing you expected was to return to one of the dungeons hidden in Dracula's castle.
Instead of naked white walls, you faced pitted bricks of grey stone cloaked by cobwebs and a dozen antique-looking candlesticks holding tall lamps that were made to look like candles. Smoke-wafting caldron stood upon the table, surrounded by plump pumpkins and several trays abundant with an assortment of sweets, including cookies that were made to look like green zombie fingers, bats and evil skulls.
Astonished, you turned in your spot with your mouth agape, uncertain what to focus on first. Even the once-flat ceiling was remodelled as a blanket of pillowy clouds replaced the surface. Stringed flapping rubber bats hung from the top, and as you peered down, you spotted bloodied footprints all over the floor.
"I thought the place could use a bit of redecoration..."
Stepping from the corner, Henry finally appeared, donning a furry werewolf onesie and pointy rubber ears covered with shaggy grey hair. His beard was overgrown, the rounded tip of his nose tinted black, and the piercing sapphires that glanced at you so proudly were rimmed by black as well.
In a passing thought, you mused that it was unfair that he wore eyeliner better than any other woman you knew!
You opened your mouth to speak, but before you managed a word, Henry pointed a finger in the air, "wait, that's not all!" He chimed, "Kal, to me!"
Prancing through the corridor, the chunky bear-of-a-dog rapped with a playful greeting bark. Just like his master, the four-legged pal was wearing a matching furry onesie.
The pointy rubber ears covered his own, although there was no need for them. You wanted to laugh at the silliness of the situation, but once you breathed, you sensed the unmistakable sting in your eyes, and soon your sight became blurry.
As Henry’s noticed your glossy eyes, his brow creased with concern. Rushing towards you, he grasped your forearms and lowered his head to get a better look at your face.
"My love? What’s wrong?”
Tears kissed your cheeks but only for a moment. The back of your hand swept them away before you sprang a smile between quivering lips. “You did this?” You swayed your gaze across the room to gesture, “all of this for me?”
Henry’s concern faded into a soft grin. Tenderly, he leaned in to kiss your brow, his hands squeezing your forearms slightly firmer, “of course I did.”
Kal barked at his response, which made Henry instantly correct, “well, Kal, the ‘were-bear’ helped too.”
The dog barked again, tapping his paw on the floor in protest.
“And…. the art department of Netflix,” Henry mumbled quickly.
Cheeks still damp, you giggled and knelt, planting a tender kiss on Kal’s snoot. “Thank you, Kal.”
Henry’s glance warmed your neck, admiration filling his heart as he saw you - his girl, tearing in childlike joy. It had only been six months, though secretly, he already knew; he could spend a lifetime bringing a smile to your face, and just as this thought resonated in his mind, he remembered he hadn’t even finished unveiling all his surprise.
“Hang on. There is more!” He called and rushed to fetch a small bag hidden behind the sofa.
Smiling with anticipation, you peered inside, pleasantly surprised to find another werewolf onesie to match his and Kal's, so now the three of you can wear matching pyjamas.
“Only werewolves get to join Halloween celebrations this year…”
“Shouldn’t you bite me first in order to turn me?” You suggested with a quirk of an eyebrow while fishing the outfit from the bag.
“The night is young…” Henry responded and then leaned in. His breath blew hot against your neck as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, and with a growl, he uttered, “I plan to do plenty of biting…”
But as he drew back, all whimsical and wickedness faded. Like the ocean kissed by the sun, his eyes sparked, the gleam of the dozen ‘candlelight’ reflecting in it while he offered a deep glance.
“Why did you pretend not to care about it? All your friends told me how much time you spent every year getting ready…” His palm reached your nape, thumb grazing the length of your spine affectionately to reassure you.
You looked away, both ashamed of your pretence but also at what you thought he’d find as a foolish fixation, “I didn’t mean to lie or anything, I was just afraid…”
“Of what?” His thumb further caressed your skin, sensing how the hair stood on the back of your neck.
“I was afraid you’d think I am weird.”
“You are weird,” he exclaimed and shrugged, “that’s why I love you.”
Hearing his words made your heart skip. Once again, the tears tickled your eyes. Inadubly, you mouthed, “thank you” as the words couldn't make their way through your clenching throat.
Henry’s hand moved from your nape to your cheeks and gently so, wiped away your tears. “Now go and change, darling, because like I said, only werewolves can join the celebration.”
Nodding, you snatched the bag from his grasp and hurried to change your outfit. That night and every night since, the 31st of October became the most important date of in the Cavill Household, where each time, both Henry and you sought creative ways to top the last year's celebration.
With the help of Kal, of course!
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