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toastyrobos · 26 days

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**Oh what a simple dress can do***

Tech X Female reader

Word count: 4.4 K

((After seeing you in that stunning dress, Tech admits that he can't deny his feelings anymore nor stay away from you. He wants you and makes his Intentions known))

⚠️Warnings: NSFW, smut, fem receiving, fingering, P in V, sweet talking⚠️

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The mission on Canto Bight ended up being a bit more then you originally bargained for. Especially the multiple men that had taken it upon themselves to flirt with you, like it was their right to. Even after you repeatedly told them a firm no. Thankfully a blaster pointed at them fixed the issue pretty quick.

Everything went about as smooth as most missions with clone force 99 usually did. In that it didn't. Fortunately you got what you came for. Meaning you could finally lose the way too reveling dress. Looking at yourself in the mirror one last you couldn't help but admire it. You had forgotten that you even had this one. Not sure where or when you bought or acquired it, but it was beautiful, Stunningly so.

Weirdly enough you had to admit, a deep scarlet red seemed to be your color.

Standing just outside your door, finger hovering over the open and close button, Tech was thinking the exact same thing.

The rich scarlet color was most certainly indeed your color. Your ideal shade in fact. Maker how it brought out the electric blues in your eyes. The way it clung to your figure, hugging every curve of your frame so perfectly.

The very second you stepped into the cockpit his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His throat immediately drying up.

All coherent thoughts from his mind disappearing the moment he saw you. It was as if time stood still. Everything ceased to exist but you. All he could see or think about in that very instant was you. You had robbed him of all meaning, leaving him completely breathless.

Keeping a calm and clear head, especially during a mission was a factor of his programming. He was modified specifically to be an individual of logic and facts. Data being his constant companion. Yet, when it came to you everything he knew seemed to dissipate. As if it no longer existed the very minute he laid eyes upon you.

It was no secret to him that he had been harboring these...types of feelings towards you for quite some time. Being a man of science he tried to rationalize it. Find a more accurate solution to why he was experiencing such powerful, dominating emotions.

The only conclusion he could decipher was that he had true passionate feelings for you, and that he needed to tell you. The desire to so was very overwhelming. So much so that the second he saw you in that dress, Kriff, he wanted to devour you. Not just connect his lips to yours, but much more.

His imagination ran wild. Wilder than it should've gone. He had not realized that it could even reach such a point.

It both unnerved and excited him.

Never had he experienced such impulsive thoughts like that before. Especially not about you. Yes he wanted to feel your lips against his. But this?

He had been researching it for quite some time. About how one went about initiating such an action. But now he wanted to touch you in ways that went beyond simple affection.

He was somewhat familiar with intimate escapades and how such actions were preformed. Not only had his brothers disclosed details of their said 'adventures', but numerous late night research sessions had also yielded successful results.

Now the only quarrel was telling you. He had no desire to force himself upon you. He was not that kind of man at all. And frankly he despised any man or individual who was.

If you rejected him then so be it. He would continue your friendship as if nothing had changed and cage his feelings away for no one to see again.

But if you did feel the same way, he was not confident he'd be able to leave without putting his new found knowledge to the use.

Knocking at your door startled you. Having no idea who would be outside your room at this hour you pressed the bottom to find out.

"Tech?" Surprised to find him standing outside your room of all places. It wasn't unusual for him to frequent the cockpit at night, but here?

That was a first.

Again you addressed him. "What are doing here?"

Already aware of his eyes on you the minute the sheet of metal was gone between you two. It wasn't the first time his gaze had followed you around. This evening especially.

Somewhere deep inside you, you had hoped there was a certain reason behind it, an explanation for why they would linger. However you wouldn't get your hopes up. Not today. Not again.

"I do not mean to disturb you, but may I come in?" He requested. "It is most urgent".

Whatever it was seemed important. Taking this dress off would have to wait. "Yes of course".

You ushered him in, moving yourself out of the way to allow him room to enter. Then shut the door behind him. You'd be lying if a small part of you didn't hope that Tech's sudden visit would be to tell you that he cared for you.

Tucked away deep inside, you too had harbored romantic feelings for him. From the first mission you were assigned to clone force 99, you felt pulled to him. Something about his aura and person drew you in. From that point on every opportunity you got to spend alone with him was invigorating.

Right now in this moment, the two of you alone in your room, was no exception. The way he was looking at you, staring at you, the way his gaze glided across your skin. Maker. It was anything but rational.

To be honest you liked it. Anytime a more impulsive Tech made an appearance, even for the briefest of moments, it excited you. Made your insides tingle.

As luck would have it , a more impulsive Tech was here. And he was ready to play. If given the opportunity. But first he needed to lay everything out in the open. Make his true intentions known, and await for your answer.

But yet again that dress stopped him in his tracks. The power it had over him and his...urges. Desires. Even without it you were a stunning individual. Mind, body and soul. But in it...may the force help him. You were a goddess, and he was bewitched entirely.

Taking a deep breath Tech began, "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable (Y/N). That is never my intention".

You nodded, "I know and you never do, Tech".

Air filled his lungs as he felt his own body heating up from just being in the same room as you, in that dress.

His desires were curling and twisting into every crevice of his body. Such unusual emotions for him to even entertain. Nonetheless have. He wanted to kiss you. Touch you. Show to you all that he'd learned. Give you a passionate escape. All of it. He wanted all of it.

But most of all.

He wanted you.

Maker he wanted you so badly. It was like he was being burned alive from the inside out every second that passed without telling you. He had never experienced such a desperate, demanding feeling before. Some how it did not feel foreign, strangely enough.

In fact he found it to be rather enjoyable. The way you made him feel.

It was now or never.

"I must confess to you that I have come here with an ulterior motive. That is I do not wish to alarm you.."

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he moved, step by step closer to you. Closing the distance between your bodies inch by inch. You stood your ground. Not afraid of what was happening.

Until your bare back was pressed up against the edge of your desk. His frame hovering over you, you were starting to realize the gravity of the situation.

"There is an undeniably strong romantic attraction that I feel for you (Y/N)".

His voice was barley a whisper. But it held power. And it had you. Goosebumps spread across your skin, lips parted, your breath caught in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, but found only silence greeted you.

"It has been excruciatingly difficult to keep my distance from you for the sake of our missions for the Galactic Army of the Republic and your responsibilities as a Senator. However after this very evening....". He stared deep into your eyes. "Seeing you in this breathtaking ensemble, I could deny my feelings towards you no longer".

You remind in shock. You had hoped, even if it was fleeting, but you never had thought he actually would care for you. And so strongly.

He took another breath. "Nor can I deny that I want you (Y/N). In ways that I know I should not want you for it is against everything that I was programmed to be and my duties as a solider". He exclaimed. "As well as your duties as a Senator. I do not mean to overstep my boundaries". Seeing as you had not yet responded, he back pedaled slightly.

"I know this must be overwhelming, the amount of data I have unexpectedly sprung on you at this late hour, but I—I do not mean to unease you nor did I intend to upset you. I do not mean to pressure you into accepting my advances, if they are not reciprocated or if in fact they are unwarranted".

The air surrounding you both was becoming alive. Pulsating. Electrically charged by his forward advances.

You swallowed. "My only intention at this very moment is to disclose to you how you make me feel. Anything beyond that—it is your decision if you wish for me to continue. If you do not I will respect your answer and will simply return our relationship to what it was before this...conversation".

Again your repeated silence concerned him. Had he crossed a line that he could never mend? Had his speech patterns and wording been all wrong?

He wondered, maybe he should have kept this sort of inconvenience to himself, if this was your desired reaction.

"It would seem that I have made things uncomfortable for you. Very well, I will leave you". He started to back away from your close proximity. "I am truly sorry to have incon—"

"Don't go". Before he could move any further from you, you reached out to grip his hand. Stopping him in place. "Please". You spoke.

You couldn't deny that his words had caught you off guard, but oh how they affected you. Your body felt like it was prickling with heat, the skin beneath your, suddenly all too revealing, dress in particular.

Nothing physically had happened, and yet you sensed your body being awakened by his advances. A large degree of it caused by his carefully crafted words. It was undeniable now.

He wanted you.

He really wanted you.

To be with you. To kiss you. To hold you. To...touch you in those ways. It didn't scare you. No. In fact, in some strange way you felt braver. Under his gaze you didn't back away. Instead you embraced it.

You cared for Tech deeply, as deeply as you were now sure he cared for you. There was no reason to be afraid. Not with Tech. No reason to shy away from him now.

Tech would never intentionally hurt you. He had made that clear in the ways he would protect you. Not just on missions you accompanied them, but in his words, in the way he spoke to and about you.

Thus you trusted him fully. Beyond a shred of any doubt.

Tech returned to his previous position, his chest plate nearly touching your tantalizingly exposed skin.

"Are you certain?" He questioned you, so sure you'd come to your senses at once and immediately reject him. You however did not. Instead to his surprise you nodded. Yes you were sure, you wanted this, wanted him.

Maybe it was rash to jump straight into this, but maker the sensations pooling in your lower stomach spoke otherwise. You were now eager for him to reach out and touch you. The anticipation for him to do so building with each passing minute.

"Yes, Tech". You confidently stated. "I want this". He took one last step towards you. "I want you". This time your voice was barely above a whisper. To anyone it sounded like you were scared. To Tech, however it was an open and vulnerable invitation.

The peaks of your breast brushed up against his chest. By the maker. He welded his eyes to not glance down.

He scanned your features for any signs that you had changed your mind. That you no longer wished to engage in such fantasies, but he found none. Nothing that would signal to him a change in your choice, now made.

Unequivocally as he was that he wanted you, you in return had expressed that you wanted him, in that way. Meaning that he could ravish you in the ways both you and he wanted.

You saw the flicker of something hungry flash behind his goggles, making you sit up straighter and grip the edge of the desk firmer.

Wasting not a moment more, Tech latched his hands onto each side of your waist with vigor and hauled you up onto the surface of your desk. Even more heated desires began to seep its way into your skin, pooling especially between your legs.

Maker you wanted more of this feeling, this sensation. You met his burning gaze, and he was absolutely going indulge you, both of you. It would be his greatest pleasure to do so.

Opening your mouth to speak, you found yourself being cut off by the warmth of Tech's lips crashing upon yours.

Upon instinct you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping at the small tuffs of hair that resided just under his goggles strap.

Heavens, he tasted so sweet. Like freshly squeezed nectar. And cinnamon. You could detect hints of it throughout and was it delicious. But there was also a bitterness flavor. Perhaps the remnants from his coffee consumption. Though you paid it no mind. As delicious as you found him, he equally found kissing you intoxicating.

It was so invigorating with the force that he kissed you. How his lips molded with yours. Like they somehow fit together.

And the way you tasted. He alone was captivated by your flavor. How his neurons lite up like the thousands of lights on Coruscant, stimulated beyond comparison.

Tech trailed one hand down side of your leg and under the dress that sent him into a frenzy. Reaching his intended target, he hooked his gloveless finger around the edge of your panties.

Oh stars above.

But that was not where he intended to stop. Oh no. He had other plans in mind at current. Catching on to his true task your eyes widened before your mouth pulled from his, head immediately falling back.

A cry fell from your lips as two of his fingers attacked your clit. Twirling and twisting around at your entrance, teasing your folds with every touch. Every flicker they inflicted upon your very soul, emitted such sounds from you.

You gasped out his name, your body writhing and shaking the instant he dipped his fingers inside of you. Oh by the force. The way he worked you as soon as he made contact with your walls, touching and feeling every surface he could glide them across. Naturally you bucked against them.

"Tech.." you moaned.

He smirked at the response he alone could elicit from you. "You look absolutely enticing right now, my dear". He purred, joining another finger in his pursuit.

You bit down on your lip, shivers running down your back while your entire body was burning, a raging inferno quickly consuming you, caused by his own hands.

True to his words he knew exactly how to delight you. Take you to new highs and make all coherent thoughts vanish, sending vibration after vibration reverberating throughout your being.

You were positively certain he could bring you to your knees with a simple touch. At this very moment you felt it.

"Oh gods..". You tried to bring a hand up to muffle your cries, but Tech reached for it instead, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid not my dear". He whispered in your ear. "I want to hear you cry out my name. And my name alone". His low, but deep toned demand made a wave of pleasure wash over your trembling body.

You continued to ride his fingers as they took you higher and higher to places you had not thought possible. Euphoric sensations building within you, exploding into every nerve with each pass of his fingers.

He watched as his sudden movements shook your legs, your body trembling simply from his slender fingers alone. If this messily action alone could stir such a reaction from you...stars above what would other ones elicit from you?

He wanted to test out that hypothesis. Exponentially so.

For now, he could sense your sweet release was near its end. Your walls swelling and convulsing around his slender digits, the tremors he felt. It was building.

Wanting to help you along, he quickened his motions and maker the noises it pulled from you. He could feel his own member pulsing, clearly being affected by them too.

Pleasure and ecstasy twisted low in your stomach, reaching its boiling point. Tech doing all he could to push you over the edge with each strike. Fingers still deep inside forced a high pitch moan to escape your lungs.

"That's it". He cooed.

Like a tidal wave, your release hit. Pleasure swarming every inch of you. Stars closing in on your vision while he took one last swipe of your insides, hot and sweet liquid coating his fingers.

Not being able to hold yourself up, you collapsed into him. Your head coming to rest in the crock of his neck. Small tremors of pleasure rocketed inside you still. Your legs feeling the full extent of what had just happened. Your mind slowly catching up to what had just occurred between you and the team's technology support member.

And he was not yet finished with you. You became aware of it when he hiked up your dress to around your waist, exposing your throbbing core for his eyes alone to see. A light shade of pink painted your cheeks. As you were witnessed to what he was doing next, however, they deepened to a shade of red. You swallowed the nerves building inside as you stared at him.

"I-I—maker Tech that..". You needed a moment to catch your breath, your body still feeling the effects of being pushed over the edge.

He nodded in agreement. "I-I concur". You breathed. "Your...exquisite". He placed a piece of your hair behind your ear, while admiring how beautifully a mess you looked from his delightful actions.

"Thank you". You replied with a chuckle, bracing against his body. You could feel his hands grip your hips with a purpose. You knew what was coming next. What he wanted to explore in.

"You wish to continue?"

Tech sighed, a bit abrasive. "You are correct. This evening has become a desirable one that I do not wish to leave without fully satisfying you-"

A light laugh left your mouth. "Tech, you have more then satisfied me tonight". You took in another inhale followed by an exhale.

"But I'll be honest, I won't say no to another...theory that you want to test out". You bit down on your bottom lip. Tech watched this and acted.

Once again you found his lips on yours. You smiled against his mouth as his fumbled with his tool belt. You knew what was coming. It was the next inevitable step, after what just transpired between you two, you were certainly ready for it.

Lining himself up, he slid in slowly, inch by inch. From the sheer size of him you parted your lips, gasping into Tech's mouth. The feel of his member inside you, filling you up made your vision grow fuzzy. Your body was already on the brink of exhaustion from his earlier escapades.

Now however, your body was coming alive, even more so then before. The exploration this time around by him was extraordinarily.

"Your perfection (Y/N)" He gasped into your ear as he glided back inside you. It was strange to blush at such a thing, when considering he was deep inside you at this very moment.

You quaked with every thrust he pushed into you, sending ripples of shook waves throughout your body. You didn't know how long you would last with his powerful movements. And this wasn't even him going all the way.

He was restless in his pursuit to take you. To have you crying out his name and his name alone. The allure of your delectable noises made him quake as he pumped deeper and deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot by how wild the sounds you were making.

Your moans of pure bliss and pleasure were beginning to tip him past his own point of release.

To Tech, he loved how vocal you were to his advances. It was a sound that was like music to his ears. And re-enforced that his research had greatly been worthwhile. For both of you.

The friction between your legs from his insatiable hunger lite your body aflame. Heated the blood in your veins. As it did to him. You craved to have your release. Just as he did mere minutes ago.

"I want to claim you as mine". He panted in your ear. "If you will allow me.."

It was a request. One that you always had a choice when it came to Tech. He never forced anything upon you. Even things you secretly wanted.

And this...you wanted, it was no secret, at least not anymore. You could feel yourself slipping more and more, giving into his ferocious control, losing yourself in him, and you liked it.

"Yes". You panted. "Yes Tech. Make me yours".

That was all the confirmation he needed. Your second release of the night nearing and his own bubbling to the surface, he pounded into you, keeping a steady rhythm.

Your walls convulsed against his member, making his own muscles quake with each thrust he pushed into you. The bucking of your hips into him sent the both of you into a frenzy.

In which caused his motions to pick up in pace. Waves of euphoric bliss and ecstasy washed over your being, making you savor each touch of him, every thrust he gifted you with.

"Oh god...". You braced your back, arching it against the wall. "Tech...please". You begged him.

He licked his lips. "Your appearance is truly ravishing at this moment".

"Ahh.."

"You taste divine". The deep low rumble in which he spoke made your body tremble.

Cracks in the facade were starting to become more frequent and you could feel yourself losing control. Inch by inch, the glass was becoming more and more unstable. And with one last powerful thrust everything shattered.

A second tidal wave of hot molten liquid poured out of you. Your legs shook at how powerful this release had been. Stars scattered across your visions as your body collapsed once again into Tech's.

Within seconds of yours, you felt Tech's coat the inside of your walls. Something about being his entirety gave you butterflies. Beats of sweat trailing down both of your foreheads as you, again, rested your head in the crock of his neck.

Like you, Tech was left panting. His own release overwhelming his senses. Not that he gave it much attention. He had been stimulated to such a desirable evening that would no doubt occupy every facet of his brilliant mind for the next several rotations.

Perhaps even longer, given how much he thought about you when nothing of the physical nature had occurred.

Now that it had, it suddenly dawned on him that he would not be able to go a substantial amount of time without...taking you in similar ways that he had tonight.

You took up residency in his mind before this delightful entanglement, but now he hypothesized that you and your scent would linger on him. Haunt his entire being.

Tech was not an obsessive individual, or so he had previously concluded. Now...now he couldn't draw that same conclusion. Especially with you in his embrace, clinging to him, your body molded to his.

"I've come to the conclusion that I will not be to stay away from you...from this..for a substantial amount of time". Tech informed you, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade.

You shook your head, fully understanding his words. "Then don't". You breathed.

You met his eyes. "I-I told you Tech, I wanted this. Wanted you. And I meant it".

Reaching forward, holding your gaze and tilting your chin up, he smiled. "Then I am to assume I am allowed to seek you out, so long as both of us are not otherwise engaged?"

"Yes". You answered without hesitation, smiling. "Yes you are".

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dark-and-kawaii · 4 months

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༺ 𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 & 𝒜 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒯𝑜𝓎 ༻

Gortash x F!Tav/Reader | Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

Summary: Gortash just thinks you’re the cutest thing while you sleep, it’s a shame you aren’t awake to enjoy him before he leaves.

You’re Raphael’s favorite little mouse, your purpose to serve as a pretty little ornament upon his bed, to be fucked and cast aside until he deems it time to use you once more.

NSFW - Somnophilia - Sitting on Raphael’s Lap

Gortash

Gortash gazes out his window as he lays in his bed before observing your slumbering form. You look stunningly beautiful and serene in the morning light. It's regrettable that he has to depart for business soon, and equally regrettable that you remain fast asleep while his cock aches… You do belong to him now, though. He could do as he pleases to you. So he contemplates on using your body to get him off before starting his day.

The decision is easy to make.

With a tender touch, he caresses your cheek, his thumb wipes away a small trail of drool at the corner of your mouth before forcefully plunging his cock into your slit. As you begin to stir, Gortash starts to roughly fuck you with a smirk on his face. He wants to be selfish. Thoughts on how adorable you look and how effortlessly you take his cock while remaining so still flood his mind.

"So obedient, even in your sleep.” Gortash mumbles under his breath, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.

He finishes deep within you, emptying his seed into your receptive womb. Oh, the desire to witness the expression on your face upon waking, filled with his milky cum. However, Gortash does have places to be and people to meet. There would be plenty more opportunities in the future.

After cleaning himself up and dressing for the day, he plants a kiss upon your forehead before leaving the room.

Raphael

Raphael’s chocolate-colored gaze grew tender when you rubbed you nudged your head against his leg, your arms wrapped around his thigh, eyes begging him to stay with you.

“Don’t worry, little pup,” He assures, “I’ll be sure to tend to your needs once i’ve returned.”

He strokes your head like an owner would their pet. You only nod, satisfied with his answer and release his leg, watching as his back disappears through the portal.

When he returns you find yourself sitting on his lap, securely bound with your hands restrained behind your back by Haarlep. The incubus positions you in a way that exposes your chest to Raphael, while their sharp nails dig into your scalp, pulling your head back.

Raphael’s touch is cruel and sadistic with every pinch and bite at your hardened nipples. They burn and ache, try to move an inch and he’ll only hold you tighter against him, his teeth digging into your flesh until you start to cry uncontrollably. That’s when he likes you best, in this state is when he gains the most pleasure.

Protest, beg, scream, squirm in his lap like the brat he knows you are, it’ll only lodge his cock deeper inside you. The girth of him in his cambion form stretching you to your limits, it always feels like he’ll split you in half. But what are you to do, he’s your devil, your master. You’d do anything for him despite the pain.

A harsh smack lands on the side of your face, the sound echoing through the room, commanding your obedience. In his eyes, you are nothing more than a disposable plaything, a pet to be used and discarded as he pleases. Your purpose is to serve as a pretty little ornament upon his bed, to be fucked and cast aside until he deems it time to use you once more.

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chronicowboy · 9 months

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tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) | 43k

"Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin.

"Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug."

Two things happen at once then: Eddie has to plaster on a smile authentic enough to convince the one person on this planet that knows him inside out—except he doesn't really have to fake his smile, not at first, because of number two—he sees groom-Buck for the first time. And groom-Buck is every bit as beautiful as Eddie might have imagined him over the years. Happy eyes bright and blue, pink lips stretched wide in a beaming smile, cheeks flushed pink with joy, hair carefully styled and stunningly golden in the morning sunlight. He's half-dressed too, tux jacket still on the hanger on the back of the chair, so Eddie gets an unbarred view of Buck's white shirt stretched taut over his biceps, shoulders, abs.

For a moment, Eddie falls into the greatest betrayal his brain has ever laid out for him, imagining that he might have got to see Buck like this for the first time from the other end of the aisle if he'd just been brave enough to—

"I think he meant you, kid," Eddie teases as he drops their suits to the couch. He widens his stance, so Jee can run through his legs and evade another of Chimney's grab attempts, then he ruffles Christopher's curls as a steadying act before he's suddenly in front of Buck. And he tries not to think about the pathway cleared through the living room by Jee's chase, or the fact that they're under the archway between the kitchen and the dining table, or the knowledge that Bobby is an ordained officiant where he stands behind them. "Hey, Buck," he says softly, smiling genuinely now because this is Buck.

"Hey, Eds," Buck murmurs back, and it's the first time since they'd promised to have each other's backs that Eddie can't quite decipher the emotions making Buck's voice thick.

Eddie wraps him in a hug then, careful and detached as he can manage, but it's Buck in his arms, warm and alive and his for just a few more hours. He doesn't let himself hold Buck's hips like he used to before—before he'd realised why he'd wanted to hold Buck's hips so tightly—just splays his fingers over Buck's back and tries to focus on the soft cotton under his palms rather than the way Buck's temple rests so perfectly against his. Eddie stays there, for too long probably, fingers digging in too tight possibly, and squeezes his eyes shut when they start to water. He's clinging, and he tries not to think about how it feels a little like Buck is clinging to him too.

"Ah," Eddie huffs as he pulls away, taking two steps back just to be safe. He catches Maddie's eyes on him then, sadder than they should be for the happy tears she'd been crying just before he'd got here, and Eddie wonders if her big sister omniscience is working on him too. "Come on, Buckley. Got to make an honest man out of you sooner rather than later."

"Whilst we're on the topic," Chim intervenes, a wriggly Jee on his hips with two shoes on—finally. "Are we sure he should be wearing white?"

(OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

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#sami rambles #SHE'S FINALLY HERE #ahhh im so excited for you all to read this one #please remember i gave myself carpal tunnel syndrome writing this and wrote through the agony #do compensate me with signal boosts kudos bookmarks comments asks etc.#911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #palm springs au

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pretty-toru · 1 year

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Soft headcanons about Gojo and his s/o wedding day!

I adore this ask and writing it has made me fall in love with this beautiful man all over again!! 🤍🤍

SATORU GOJO :

一 The entire day belongs to you and Satoru, and you wanted the people you love and who loves you both (tolerate is the better word to describe your soon-to-be husband) to have a good time and celebrate the joy of you two getting married. There's a sense of normalcy and touch of controlled chaos throughout the ceremony and reception since almost everybody played a part in ensuring anything that could go wrong doesn't go wrong. A collective gift to the newlyweds to protect the intimacy and heartfelt moments of the wedding.

一 Satoru knows that you both aren't supposed to see each other before the first look, but he couldn't help stealing a few moments alone with you sometime before the ceremony. With him and his little loopholes, he asks Shoko for you to meet him where he'll be waiting behind the screen divider with clammy hands. He doesn't seem like it but he's a nervous wreck and hearing your voice calms him down and he's reminded of his immeasurable love for you that brought him here today.

Of course, it wouldn't be Gojo Satoru if he doesn't ask you if you still like him (jokingly, but also seriously) on your and his wedding day. In your sweet smile and reassurance of "Definitely more than like you" was all he needed to regain his confidence.

一 As Satoru's eagerly yet patiently stands at the altar, he was holding it together pretty well until the elaborate orchestra starts to announce your arrival. There were some whispers among the first and second-year students whether or not their sensei was going to start bawling his eyes, and he absolutely did once you came into his view with his uncovered eyes (overstimulated eyes be damned) 一 all gorgeously gowned up and so stunningly beautiful that his jaw physically hurts from grinning and holding all the happiness on his face.

一 Your smile matches his as you're making your way toward him with your father beside you, everything and everyone else a complete blur except for Satoru. When you finally meet him, you're sweetly helping him wipe away his tears before the officiant starts, "We are gathered here today..." Megumi's divine dogs are the ring bearers and they are entrusted with the wedding bands when it's time for the exchange vows and you both make promises to earnestly love and care for one another.

One of your favorite moments after saying "I do" and sharing a romantic kiss is having flower petals rain down upon you and your husband walking down the aisle, hands linked for a lifetime of togetherness and Satoru excitedly says to you, "We're married!" and he scoops you up in his arms and spins you around with the train of your wedding dress fluttering behind him.

一 The wedding reception was the most fun where guests could help themselves to delicious food, dance the night away to great music, have many cocktails at the open bar, enjoy the photo booth with props and take home the memory. The cake cutting is unsurprisingly what Satoru looks forward to and he giddily dabs the cream on your nose before affectionately feeding you a taste. But sharing the first slow dance with you will always hold a special place in his heart as he's swaying to the soft tunes with you.

Satoru's dark sunglasses are perched on his nose but you can still see the cherished blue beyond his softened visage. He pulls you a little closer to him and whispers, "I just want to remember you一us一in this moment forever. Being loved by you was the best thing to happen to me," because he still hasn't fully grasped that he's now married to the love of his life.

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yuna542 · 8 months

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Random one shot idea? Secret boyfriend lix 👀

Reader and Felix are having a steamy make out session on the sofa and they end up getting caught by everyone after they came home from their schedules. This causes Reader and Felix to rush into Felix’s bedroom and they end up fucking due to the fact that they both got turned on by getting caught?

- had this stuck in my head all week 😩🫣

~Steamy~

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Brothers Best Friend

Warnings: 18+, Smut, under 18 DNI!, pet names, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Overstimulation, | explicit smut, confessions, fluff, cum play, riding

Word Count: 6.3k

Note: Really liked that idea and wrote it late at night. Hope you like it!

That you were annoyed was an understatement.

On a Saturday night that you were supposed to be spending with friends, completely wasted in a club and making out wildly with some guy in a corner, you were now on your way to your brother's dorm to bring him his stupid headphones, since he didn't seem to be able to survive without them. Then why he had left them at your house was a good question.

Since he and his band were already flying to Japan tomorrow night for a concert, he had begged you to bring the headphones over since he was busy with his schedule all day and being the good sister that you were, you had of course agreed and drove the three hours to see him. Plus, he had promised to buy you the special edition of your favorite video game that just had been released.

So now you were standing outside the front door, headphones in your bag and with a queasy feeling towards the sky that seemed to be getting darker by the second. It was noon, in the middle of the day, and yet with the inky black clouds, a doomsday mood was gathering that made you gulp.

"Hello?" you heard a very familiar and recognizable voice through the speakerphone.

"Hey Felix. It's me. Y/N. I'm dropping something off for Ji."

"Oh. Yea. I'll open right up."

He sounded tired. His voice raspy and you immediately got goosebumps. Felix had always been the one of your brother's friends who made you blush the most. He was so kind, loving and charming. It was easy to get lost in his eyes or imagine how his plush lips would feel on your skin. Everyone thought about that, right? Just as the door opened, the first drop of rain hit you. You ran up the stairs and there the sunshine on two legs was already waiting for you. He was casually leaning on the door frame, smiling his charming smile and you were left breathless for a moment.

Even though it seemed like he had just gotten up, his dark hair a mess, his face still slightly puffy and him dressed only in sweatpants and a hoodie, he looked stunningly beautiful.

"Hey princess. Out so early?" he asked with amusement, spreading his arms to hug you in greeting. He had given you that nickname on the second day you had met. Jisung had taken the audacity of showing him and Hyunjin really old pictures of you dressed up as a princess, running around the playground. It was embarrassing and you had punched Jisung hard in the side, but since then Felix kept calling you that.

"Hey Lix... It's already noon you sleepyhead."

You hugged him briefly, taking in his engaging scent. He smelled of ripe strawberries and fresh mint. It was impossible for a man to be so perfect.

You looked over his shoulder into the apartment, but you couldn't hear the usual noises. Normally it was loud and chaotic in the dorm, but right now it was quiet. That was kind of strange.

"Come in!" he said and let you go ahead. That's when you noticed that there was actually no one here.

"Where is Jisung? He begged me to bring him his things."

Felix led you into the living room and ran his hand through his hair.

"Oh. I didn't know that. Everyone else isn't here either. I'm by myself. Chan, Changbin, and Ji should be at the studio. The rest have gone shopping."

"Oh..." you muttered curtly, glancing around the living room. It was relatively tidy, compared to the last few times you'd been here. Except for the piles of clothes laying everywhere.

When your eyes met Felix again, he quickly averted his gaze and cleared his throat.

Had he been staring?

"Can I offer you something? Do you want some tea or coffee? Something to eat?" he asked, his words coming faster than usual. Puzzled, you looked down at yourself. Was there something on your face? Did he think the white dress was strange? You actually liked it, as it showed off your cleavage a bit and sat tight on your hips.

"Tea would be great," you said, smiling a little in wonder. It struck you then that you'd never been alone with Felix before. He was never so insecure in front of the other guys. He usually flirted with you for fun, was outgoing and laughed a lot. But now he seemed to be restless. He nodded quickly and pointed to the sofa where a controller was lying. There was a video game paused on the TV.

"Sit down. I'll bring it to you."

Then he walked to the kitchen, but paused again and just as you were about to sit down, he said:

"You look stunning, by the way! That dress suits you very well."

Before you could react he had disappeared into the kitchen. Embarrassed, you tried to push back the blush that spread across your cheeks.

Shortly after, he returned with two steaming cups of tea and handed you one before sitting down next to you.

"When will Ji be back?" you asked, setting the tea down so it could cool.

"I don't know... They wanted to take care of something, record demos, before we take the flight tomorrow."

His knee brushed yours as he leaned forward to set his cup down as well.

"You can wait here... I wouldn't let you drive back home in this weather anyway."

His words snapped you out of your thoughts, which were only centered around the touch of your legs. Then you noticed that the rain was beating mercilessly against the windows and a thunderstorm was raging outside. Lightning lit up the sky and shortly after, thunder growled like an angry dragon.

"You're probably right," you replied, pulling your legs up on the sofa. It was comfortable and pleasant to be alone with Felix. In fact it was always amazing being around him. But there was this nerve-wracking pounding in your chest that wouldn't go away and it got worse every time he looked at you.

"Sooo what were you playing?" you finally asked, pointing at the TV.

"Nothing special. Trying to play Genshin Impact again."

Curious, you nodded and spotted the second controller lying on the table.

"Cool. What's your AR?"

Puzzled, his eyes grew wide and he leaned forward a bit.

"Currently at 56... You know about that? Do you play too?"

Amused, you nodded. In fact, you had never talked about it before. You knew that Felix was a passionate gamer, but that you shared his passion had never been a topic.

"I'm still at AR54 at the moment. But I haven't been playing that long either."

He grinned so wide your stomach did flips.

"Wow. I didn't know that! What else do you play?"

You began chatting excitedly about your passion, sharing games, and oddly enough, you shared the exact same habits, favorites, and experiences. It was nice to share with someone the hobby that so many people demonized. After some time, Felix pointed to the second controller.

"Do you want to play something?"

With rosy cheeks you nodded and shortly thereafter you did one race after the next on Mario Kart. Quickly you were in your element, became competitive and tried to outdo the other. In the beginning Felix won all the time, eventually it became more and more even. You cheered, yelled at each other, and laughed out loud when you beat the other one or someone drifted off the track.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but it must have been hours and your stomach was already hurting from laughing. That's when you tried to take away his view of the screen by getting in front of him to finish ahead of him after all.

"Hey that's not fair!" he shouted.

"This is Mario Kart! There's nothing fair about it!" you retorted.

"Really?"

Before you realized it, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you off your feet. With a squeak, you fell onto his lap before you could stop it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and continued to play with you on his lap as if nothing had happened. Your heart was pounding as your legs were pressed against his and his chest against your back. You smelled his intoxicating scent and felt his skin directly on yours. For a moment you forgot to play and were only sucked back into reality when he laughed triumphantly as he passed you.

Quickly you continued to play, but you could hardly concentrate. He made no effort to let you off his lap, pinching your sides in between to distract you and even pulling you closer to his chest in between. When he was about to win, you grabbed his controller and ripped it out of his hand to hold it above your head.

"You really play unfair!" he laughed, trying to get the controller, but you just held it higher. A dangerous glint entered his eyes and you felt his hand on your thigh, holding you tight to reach the controller. You tried to dodge, but lost your balance. Panicked, you rowed your arms, but Felix had already caught you by the waist and within a blink, you were on your back, Felix above you, trying to reach your hand.

Your breath caught as he landed between your legs, his chest firmly on yours, his face just a finger's width from yours.

By now you didn't care about the controller and Felix also froze in motion when he noticed the position you landed in. He stared into your eyes, his mouth slightly open, his cheeks reddened under the cute freckles.

He supported himself next to your head so that he wouldn't crush you with his weight, and yet you felt his body heat so intensely that your whole body tingled.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but his throat was tight. His eyes traveled down your face, to your lips, then down your body.

One strap of had slipped off your shoulders, the hem of your dress had also ridden up so that he could see a glimpse of your white panties and felt your soft thighs against his hips.

Immediately he imagined what it would be like to feel your body even closer. All the pent-up tension between you seemed to be stretched to breaking point and as soon as his gaze wandered back up and met yours, you wanted to ask what you were doing. You didn't get the chance to do that, because his lips were already crushing against yours. With a clatter, the controller slipped out of your hand and fell to the floor. But you both didn't hear that anymore.

Your head shut off, the tension exploded, and your hands were buried in his hair before you could close your eyes to return the kiss.

His hands traveled down your sides, resting firmly on your hips, pulling you closer to him until your legs were wrapped tightly around his hips. He tasted like cotton candy and peach tea. It was overwhelming. Again and again your lips met hard. Your fingers played with his soft hair, running over his neck until he growled into your mouth and the heat shot into each of your limbs as he bit your lower lip, his hands finding their way under your dress and pushing it further up until he could grab your ass and feel your soft skin between his fingers. Gasping, you rolled your hips against his, feeling what you had done to him in that short time.

Whimpering loudly as your middle met his hard length directly, he slid his tongue into your mouth. It was hot, sensual and it left you hooked for more. He licked hungrily into your mouth, your tongues met and his hands on your bare skin drove you crazy. When he briefly broke away from you after what seemed like an eternity and pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, you both grinned.

"Fuck... I've wanted to do that for ages," he whispered in such a low voice that the heat between your legs became unbearable. You slid your hands under his hoodie, feeling his warm skin under your fingertips, enjoying the way his hard abs rose and fell with his breath.

"Really?" you asked breathlessly, pushing the hoodie up a little until he pulled it over his head and you finally saw his trained torso. You nearly drooled at the sight as he ran his hands through his hair and leaned over you again to press a kiss to your jawline.

"Oh yeah. Do you know how hard I've been since you started wiggling in that short dress on my lap the last hour?"

You exhaled audibly as you felt his length through the fabric of his pants clearly against the wet stain in your panties.

"Then do something about it," you replied challengingly, smiling slightly as he gasped as your fingers trailed down his belly to the waistband of his pants.

"Jisung is going to kill me," he murmured, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. His lips brushed over your heated skin, spreading wet kisses down your neck until you could barely form a sentence.

"I want you, Lixi," you gasped, fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked on your neck, one hand cupping your breast and squeezing it. Briefly he paused, gazing at you piercingly.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?"

Quickly, you nodded.

"Yes. Yes! Please Lixi!"

When you called him that, he could hardly resist. Overwhelmed, he kissed you again stormily, kneading your breast and rubbing his length through his pants on your now soaked cunt until you moaned into each other's mouths.

Slowly he kissed down your neck, spreading kisses all over your chest and moving agonizingly further down until his head hovered between your thighs. The sight alone would have been enough to make you come. His pupils were dilated, his hair fell into his eyes and he hungrily pushed your legs further apart to finally get a glimpse of the wet spot on your panties.

"Oh god... So gorgeous..."

He pushed your dress up until it sat above your hips and kissed your inner thighs. He didn't neglect either side as he did so. His soft lips so close to the spot that was desperately throbbing made you bite your lip so hard you saw stars.

Then he pressed a kiss right on your cunt, eliciting a naughty moan from you. Quickly you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back up to you, where he looked into your eyes in confusion. Breathing heavily, you tried to calm your pulse.

"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yes... Yes really. It's just. You're making me crazy and it's so just a lot right now," you said in a brittle voice. You didn't want him to think that you didn't want this. You have never wanted anything more in your life, only right now everything in you was vibrating. You were afraid that the moment would be over too quickly and you wouldn't be able to enjoy it enough. The corners of his mouth lifted again in relief and he cupped your face with both hands to press his lips to yours again. This time harder, but slower. You instantly felt dizzy.

Against your lips he whispered:

"I know what you mean. We can take our time."

Scarcely nodding, you guided his hands to your breasts as an invitation that you belonged only to him right now. It was a promise. A promise that made you feel safe and comfortable. You wanted his touch everywhere and you couldn't get enough. With a throaty sound, he sucked on your neck and pushed down your dress in parallel to free your tits.

"No bra huh? Were you planning on driving me crazy today?" he growled against your ear, eliciting a whimper as he twirled your nipple between his fingers.

You could only moan his name as he was already taking your nipple into his mouth and sinking his teeth into your soft flesh, his hand kneading a handful of your ass. You groped each other all over, falling over each other like ravenous animals, until a startled cry interrupted your makeout session.

"HOLY SHIT! No way… He didn't... Han… Jisung!"

Before you could react or even realize that Lee Know had come into the room, the snitch had already alerted your brother. Everything happened so fast that Felix was just able to remove his mouth from your skin when Han was already standing in the room, eyes wide open and stunned by the situation he had just burst into. With his mouth open and a deep crease on his forehead, he was obviously trying to find words. While you were adjusting your dress, Felix climbed down from you and both of you were in complete shock. Your cheeks glowed and your stomach turned as your brother's other roommates gradually came into the room as well. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't have lied. It was obvious what the two of you, half naked, had done or almost done on top of each other. Rattling your breath, you ran your hand through your hair and just wanted to disappear into the ground.

Felix stood up carefully, picked up his hoodie from the floor, and then looked at Han. Always on guard, as if he might jump on him at any moment.

"Are you kidding me right now?" it finally burst out of Jisung, his eyes flickering with anger. The rest of the guys remained silent and seemed to observe for now.

"Han, listen, that's not...", Felix tried, as gentle as ever, but Han rumbled directly:

"That's my sister man! Are you serious?"

They stared at each other in silence and no one really knew what to do. Seungmin was the first to smirk, and then Hyunjin snorted.

Warningly, Han looked at the others and then at you. Hyunjin and I.N both had to turn away as they exchanged a look to keep from laughing aloud.

"Relax, Ji! Nothing happened!"

You tried to soothe him and by now you had to stifle your laughter as well. The situation was just too surreal.

"Not yet..." muttered Felix and everyone stared at him, stunned. By now, even he couldn't hide his grin and that gave Han the rest.

"You little rat! I swear to god, if I catch you…!" he threatened and before he could chase him, Felix grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch and into the hallway. Han jumped over the couch behind you and followed. But you were faster. You giggled like crazy as Felix pulled his bedroom door shut behind you and locked it.

With a rattling breath you stopped by the bed and heard your brother raging behind the door.

"Felix I swear if you don't open that door right now, I‘ll kill you!“

"Sorry bro!" he exclaimed, glaring at you with amusement.

"Y/N!" you heard Han shout, but his resistance subsided.

"Fuck off, Ji!" you shouted, and that's when he just grumbled.

"Come on, Han. Let's leave her alone. She's old enough," you heard Chan calming him.

"Let the two of them have their fun,"Changbin agreed with him, and they seemed to pull him away from the door.

Felix dropped onto his bed and looked up at you with a wide grin. Even though it was weird and the adrenaline was rushing in your ears, the tension between you was only more intense.

"Sorry," he said, pulling you closer by the thighs until you were standing between his legs.

You stroked his soft hair and tilted your head a little thoughtfully.

"We can forget about the whole thing if you want," you murmured.

He stroked the back of your thighs until he took the curve of your butt in his hands.

"What, no way. Now that I've finally made it? I've had a crush on you for ages. Actually since the first day you walked into our trainee room.“

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Surprised, you looked at him. You had been in love with him forever, but you thought he only saw you as his friend's sister, at best a random friend. But how he looked at you now. Full of desire and affection made thousands of butterflies flutter in your stomach. Dreamily you stroked a few strands of hair out of his eyes and the smile wouldn't disappear from your lips.

"Are you serious?" you asked for good measure. Even if you weren't. You were so addicted to him that he could do anything with you. He nodded and his eyes were honest, his features soft and beautiful.

"Do you want me to prove it to you, sweetheart?" He purred and pulled you closer. Breathlessly you nodded and there he began to take off your dress. You helped him and threw it aside, until you stood only in your panties between his legs. Attentively, almost carefully, he took off your panties and let his gaze wander up and down your naked body, as if he had never seen a more beautiful work of art.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, more to himself, and his hands touched your thighs, your hips, your belly, as if you might break if he didn't appreciate your body enough. He took in every detail and you felt special and desired under his gaze.

Then he brushed his lips over your belly, your thighs, kissing every patch of skin he could reach. Only the heat between your legs where you needed him so badly, he left out. Overwhelmed, you watched him and when he pushed your legs a little apart, your body tensed with longing. You could hardly stand it any longer. You had to feel his body, otherwise you would go crazy. He closed his hands tightly around your thighs and looked up at you, caught in the trance of passion.

"May I?" he asked gently, and you nodded. But he let his thumbs circle over your skin and smiled.

"I need words, angel."

"Yes! Yes please!" it burst out of you in a trembling voice and there he finally touched the wet heat throbbing between your legs with his lips. First he carefully closed his lips around your clit, finally he sucked on it, which almost swept you off your feet. With a loud moan, you tangled your fingers in his hair and as he licked a wide strip across your pussy, your knees went soft as butter. He licked, sucked and worked your cunt for what felt like an eternity. Growled softly over and over again:

"Beautiful... So good..." and you feared collapsing at any moment as he buried his face deeper inside you, which is why you finally pulled his head back by the hair. He looked up at you with sparkling eyes, his lips and chin shiny from your juices and he seemed addicted to the next dose. But you wouldn't be able to take it anymore. Not with the sight of his perfect body, the angelic face that was full of lust just looking at you.

"Fuck... I can't... Lix I need you. Now!" it escaped you and the throaty laughter of him, gave you the rest.

"Are you that crazy about me, kitten?" he teased and oh he knew what he was doing to you. Shaking your head, you pushed him back onto the bed.

"Take off your pants!" you ordered impatiently and he threw them aside as fast as he could. A liberated sigh escaped him as his cock sprang free. His tip looked painfully red and you had to force yourself not to stare. It was huge and would break you apart, but it was exactly as beautiful as the rest of him. You could hardly wait.

Quickly you climbed over him, supported yourself on his shoulders and as you lined up with him, your eyes met. Slowly you sank down onto him. As his tip entered you, your whole body tingled. A sigh escaped you as he stretched you already, but the burn was pleasant, almost intoxicating.

His hands were firmly on your hips while he continued to look you in the eyes. Wanting to witness every second he urged into you.

"Oh God," you whimpered, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he disappeared halfway inside you.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked, sounding out of breath as well. Quickly you nodded and that's when he grabbed hold of your hips, gently but firmly pushing you further onto his cock when you could barely do it anymore by yourself.

"So good for me... Taking me all in. You feel amazing, babe," he praised you as you drifted further and further away. Finally, he was all the way inside you and you felt dizzy as he bit and sucked on your bottom lip, waiting for you to get used to his size. Slowly, sensually, you returned the kiss, sighing into his mouth until your hips began to move of their own accord. You needed more, more and more, and Felix grumbled deeply as you rolled your hips fluidly against his. The little noises, sighs and growls spurred you on so that you took him deeper and deeper until you were riding him at a steady pace. Overwhelmed, his fingers dug into your hips and he moved his hips against yours until you were both moaning into each other's mouths. You made out wildly, messy and chaotic, while the sound of him thrusting into your wet pussy filled the room.

"Fuck so warm... so good," he moaned over and over like a mantra and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten more with each deep thrust.

"You're so big, Lix.... Fuck," you moaned, unable to get enough of the feeling of him filling you completely.

He began to trail his lips down your neck, biting into the soft skin by your breasts and licking over your nipples until you could barely get a word past your lips. Just before the knot in your stomach threatened to burst, you put a hand around his neck and pushed him back onto the mattress. He watched wide-eyed as you rode him, and a desperate whimper escaped him, which only made you go faster. You leaned against his chest and finally took what you had dreamed of for so long. His cock pulsed deep inside you and you fucked yourself on top of him without mercy. The sight of you bouncing on him, Lips open, face cockdrunken and your naked body just for him to look at made Felix come almost immediately and he forced himself to hold on. Your walls squeezed him just right and he watched hungrily as your breasts bounced with each roll of your hips. Han would kill him, but he didn't care right now.

"Fuck... Lix I'm not gonna last long," you moaned and Felix helped you guide your hips further as your movements began to stutter.

"Come on my cock. You look so sexy riding me.... Been wanting to see that for ages."

Your moans rose higher and you clawed your fingernails into his chest as he additionally snapped his hips into yours. Whimpering, the knot in your belly tore apart and you came all over his cock, making the naughtiest sounds Felix had ever heard. You let out a loud moan of his name, nails dragging down along his shoulders as you messily grind through the pleasure. He is groaning at the sight. Just as fucking beautiful as he imagined.

You collapsed onto his chest and he rolled his hips, savoring your high to the last second. "Good fucking girl, let it all go for me." He growled into your ear, accent husky, and the words zip straight to where you needed it. You grinded your hips lazily against his while you were caught in the flood of pleasure and desire.

When you caught your breath, you looked at him and saw that he was already looking at you, with a soft smile on his lips that made you melt.

He kissed you, his soft lips were like heaven and let his tongue slowly slide into your mouth. Still dizzy from the orgasm you gasped softly as his still rock hard dick continued to thrust into you. Carefully he turned you around until he was between your legs, his body weight comfortably on yours and he continued to thrust deep inside you. Even though your overstimulated pussy was throbbing painfully, your body was betraying you and demanding more. You wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer again and he buried his face against your neck as your walls spasmed around him.

"Oh God... Keep doing that, angel. Fuck don't stop squeezing me like that..." he gasped, pressing his open mouth against your neck as he slammed harder into you. By now his bed was squeaking so loud you could still hear it in the next building and his members would pick up on it too, if they hadn't already heard your moans through the walls. But you didn't care. You wanted nothing more than Felix on top of you, pounding into your sore pussy like that forever.

The next orgasm came unexpectedly, suddenly, as Felix thrusted so deep and fast that the loud slapping of your skin against each other almost drowned out the creaking of the bed. By now you were moaning his name between incoherent sounds and whimpers. His hands grabbed your hips and as your eyes rolled back and you came uncontrollably around his cock again, all you saw was glistening light.

Felix couldn't stop. As if caught in a trance he continued to slam into you, your pussy only sucked him deeper and he knew he had never had better sex.

"Mrgh fuck... So tight..." he moaned and it felt like you were floating. When he saw your fucked out expression, he growled loudly.

"Too much... fuck... too... too much," you managed to squeeze out between stifled whimpers and moans. He pressed his lips soothingly to yours, not slowing down in speed.

"Just a little more. You're doing so well. Taking me like a good little slut..." he gasped, on the verge of cumming.

"My good little slut... Letting me use your pussy.... god you're too good to be true, angel."

His words turned your head and as you came a third time, moaning his name in the most beautiful melody he had ever heard and your walls clinging to him, he came looking so beautiful that you stopped and just looked at him. You felt his warm cum inside you until he pulled his cock out of you and emptied his load onto your belly with a few more strokes. His puffy lips were parted, sweat was shining on his forehead and his eyes were rolling back.

The next time he looked down at you and saw his cum running out of your pussy, down your thighs and all over your belly, he wanted to take a picture.

"You are a goddess," he murmured as you gradually regained your sanity. Then he leaned down to you, kissing you, innocent and full of affection. The kiss was sugary sweet and you breathed an overwhelmed sigh of relief as he broke away from you to get a towel. As he helped you clean yourself up, you said with amusement:

"What have you done to me? My legs won't stop shaking..."

Felix handed you your panties, which you slipped back into, and one of his hoodies, which you gratefully put on. Then smiled at the sight of your legs and let his hands slide over your thighs.

"So I did good?" he asked with a grin, massaging your tense muscles. You sighed in relief and watched him. Meanwhile, you snuggled into his hoodie.

"So good that my brother and all your roommates heard us," you said then, your cheeks immediately flushing as you gradually realized how loud you had been. Felix wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your stomach to look at you.

"Do you regret it?" he asked gently and you brushed a few strands of hair from his face. His eyes shone like a puppy's and you could hardly resist showering his entire face with kisses.

"No way."

"Well... Me neither."

He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms tightly around your body.

Later, when hunger drove you out of the room, you slipped into Felix's shorts and you went into the living room together. Minho and Jeongin were cooking.

Han was sitting on the couch with Chan and Changbin. The three of them were apparently still working on something, but when you walked in, the conversations fell silent and Han looked at you tensed.

"Are you guys finally done?" he asked, annoyed, and Chan stared at his phone to hide his grin.

Felix disappeared into the kitchen to help the others cook and escape the strange mood. You dropped down on the sofa next to Han and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Are you mad?" you asked, poking him in the side with your index finger. He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.

"No... Felix is my friend. If it's okay with someone than with him."

It was obvious that it had taken a lot for him to realize that. Relieved, you smiled and playfully pushed him. He pushed you back and finally laughed too.

"Where are my headphones, you pain in the ass?" he then asked and you took them out of your bag that was still next to the sofa. Relieved, he grabbed them and pressed them to his chest.

"Oh thank God! I was afraid I'd have to fly without them."

"Thank not God, thank your lovely sister."

He furrowed his eyebrows and snorted.

"Don’t push it!"

Finally, you all ate together and it was back to the way it was before. Only the intense looks between you and Felix were new. That you blushed every time he smiled at you and your stomach turned circles.

When the storm subsided, you had to make your way home and after saying goodbye to everyone, Felix walked you to the door. He leaned against the door frame with one hand above your head and looked at you intently.

"Drive carefully and text me when you get home."

"Sure."

The brief silence made you swallow and you looked down at yourself.

"I'll get the stuff back to you soon.... Thanks for the clothes."

He smirked, loving how his clothes were way too big on your body.

"That's alright. I thought it was really nice today..."

You smiled with rosy cheeks.

"Yeah me too."

He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair in embarrassment before finally saying it, something he'd been wanting to say for ages:

"How about we go on a date when I get back? Like a real one?"

Surprised, you stared at him, inwardly shrieking with delight.

"Yes. I would like that."

Breathing a sigh of relief, he leaned down to you.

"I'll call you..."

You nodded, wanting to reply, but didn't get to as he was already pulling you close by the hips and placing his lips on yours. Sighing, you snuggled up to him, your hands clasped in his neck, and returned the kiss. You couldn't let go of each other. Your lips met again and again, his hands wandered under the hoodie, caressing your back while your tongues danced together, licking into each others mouths as otherwise you would be starving.

"That's enough!" you heard Jisung yell behind you, and with a smirk on his lips, you pressed your foreheads against each other.

"See you soon, angel," he murmured and you gave him one last peck on the lips before you managed to pull away from him. He waited until you disappeared down the hall before closing the door and walking back to the others with rosy cheeks.

"Since when do you have a crush on Hannie's sister?" asked then Seungmin with a grin.

"Since forever. Haven't you seen how he always adores her and flirts with her?" said Changbin and Han fixed him.

"Ji I really like your sister.... Please don't be mad that I..."

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Astonished, he stared at the elder and nervousness turned to confusion. Han expelled his breath loudly and the corners of his mouth lifted a little.

"If I could wish for anyone for my sister, you'd be damn close to the perfect version of a boyfriend," he commented, and Felix's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Overjoyed, he grinned and could hardly believe his luck. You were as infatuated with him as he was, even though it had taken you guys years to finally find out about each others feelings.

"Stop grinning so stupidly! You better not screw this up!", Han drove at him and Felix quickly pressed his lips together. Although Han wanted to look serious, he couldn't help smirking either.

After all, he had been watching you crush on each other long enough. It was annoying by now, that everybody knew except for you. So it was actually relieving that you two finally realised it.

And in the end it was his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have forgotten his headphones…

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galactiquest · 9 months

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Trigun x Reader Drabbles: Clothes-Stealing

Anyone else ever thought about taking your partner's clothes, or even having them take your clothes? It's something I've been thinking about for the Trigang for a bit... So here's some little drabbles!

Gender neutral reader--the only things assumed here are that you wear a t-shirt!

Vash the Stampede:

Vash, sweet as he is, isn't keen at first to admit that he's been taking your clothes. Without your permission or knowing. Maybe first it was a pair of gloves, then a handkerchief, and then... One of your shirts went missing. Yep, he's a stealer, alright. The thing is with Vash is that he's so comparatively massive to you (regardless of whether you're tall or short) that your shirts on him either don't fit at all, or look like crop tops. Now, on the inverse? Absolutely. Vash doesn't have a whole lot of shirts that he wears (he's usually in that leather-like gear) but if he does, he squeals a little on the inside if you wear it, because he thinks you look adorable engulfed in his clothing.

Also, he might let you borrow his jacket later on... Or might scoop you up and hold you inside of it. There's room for both of you!

Nicholas D. Wolfwood:

Wolfwood is a guy who would much rather take the "clothes-giver" role in the relationship. He primarily wears his suit getup, so prepare to either embrace the button-up dress shirts or to get his overcoat draped across your shoulders during the cold desert nights. (By the way, yes he does look stunningly handsome without the overcoat.) He's not necessarily preferenced towards wearing your clothes, but he did get caught with one of your shirts on one occasion. He immediately tried to explain it off by saying that his clothes were still in the wash and he needed something clean to wear... But he was definitely smiling about it a bit more than he should have been.

Meryl Stryfe:

As a sort of ground-level girlfriend type, she's oft to take your shirts. Since she's smaller than most, your shirts would probably hang off of her and go past her waist (though those the same size or smaller, she'd still want to take them!). Meryl thinks they're extra comfortable because they've been worn by you, not to mention they smell like you (whether you wear a certain kind of soap, deodorant, cologne, etc. or just have a natural smell) which makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She prefers to steal your stuff while you're changing, taking a shower, or otherwise undressing--she's not particularly sneaky about it. You can't get mad at her, though, because she really does look cute in your shirt, and when she yawns and stretches, it raises above her stomach, and... Well, it's snuggle time.

Milly Thompson:

Pretty similar to Meryl in the sense that she'd prefer to take your clothes rather than the other way around, but she also loves to offer her vest or overcoat to you if you're ever feeling cold or just need an extra layer. Since Milly is larger than most, some of your shirts might not fit her as well, but she looks beautiful as ever, there's no denying that. She loves to play around like this, too, claiming that she's you and she's the cutest partner in the whole wide world. Yes, she is endlessly adorable, and yes, you should keep letting her take your shirts. Even if she takes all of them.

#trigun x reader #trigun imagines #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #meryl x reader #milly x reader #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #meryl stryfe x reader #milly thompson x reader #reader insert #text #sorry this is such a late night post lol im going to bed

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dellalyra · 1 year

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What do you think Y/N and Satoru’s wedding was like from ur ff series??

send in questions or headcanons for the family formations series <3

masterlist

so I feel like it was a small enough wedding (30 people or so), but just so stunningly beautiful. Reader wore a simple, heavy satin, Bardot neck A-line skirt dress with a corset type bodice, Satoru in a simple black and white tux, Yaga married them. Megumi was groomsmen and Tsumiki was flowergirl. Reader walked herself down the aisle bc she’s NOBODIES to give away. Reader made her own bouquet (see the cursed technique question), peonies and babies breath. They had a beautiful dinner and after party in a luxury rooftop botanic garden and champagne was FLOWING. Music played all night.

They didn’t have a bachelor/bachelorette party as such. Gojo, Megumi, Nanami, Yaga and Ijichi went to get a nice steak dinner and you picked up Megumi so they could go to a whiskey tasting bar and then you had to pick up your lightweight fiancé.

You, Shoko, Tsumiki, Utahime and Mei Mei went to the salon together and then for dinner, Tsumiki then went back home to Gojo and you and your girls picked up many bottles of wine and went for a spa retreat for the night.

The issue of best man caused some sadness, because years ago the role had been promised to Suguru. One late night, all of you 18, passing around a lit joint as you all lay on the roof of the dorms, stargazing and chatting shit before the talk moved to the future and Satoru and you had admitted you hoped to get married some day and suguru decided he would best man, shoko claimed maid of honour.

It was decided that there was really only one suitable candidate now, being Nanami, he was Satoru’s best friend - no matter how much he denied it.

Shoko was still your maid of honour. That much would never change.

You didn’t have a wedding cake, just a huge table full of mochi that you had ordered as a surprise for Satoru.

The vows brought everyone to tears, and the wedding rings were your family heirlooms.

Megumi refused to be ringbearer so it was decided it would be his shikigami, then each taking a ring to the alter - much to the delight of the roof full of sorcerers.

The reception was the party of the century, cocktails in abundance and a constant supply or food and live music, all aided by the late summer air.

All in all a stunning wedding, classic, timeless and elegant- beautiful in its intimacy.

#pixie writes: family formations #pixie talks #pixie talks: family formations #family formations headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo fluff #family formations extras #family formations drabbles #gojo drabbles

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myfandomprompts · 1 year

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

Warning: Possessive behaviour, smut, explicit Masterlist (Part 7 - Part 9)

Summary: A feast is held, and you find yourself in a difficult predicament as Aemond reveals to be very... himself.

Your dress was not the most beautiful you owned, but it was still a pretty one. Green, bare shoulders and long sleeves embroidered with your house sigil, a silver badger surrounded by brown threads, the rest of the green merging into your dress. You certainly will be blending in among the expected sea of green clothes at the event tonight, but you liked it.

You were seated at a long table alongside the counsellors' families, your own father and brother two places away from you, as the King's table was raised above the others at the edge of the room, presiding over everyone else.

Aegon II was already seated when you arrived. He seemed tired, his usual dark eyes were even darker and his movements were slow. You almost went to him to congratulate him on his victory and to wish him a quick recovery, but refrained yourself as you were unsure of Aegon's mood, considering his reputation. You would not risk it for now.

His mother and sister wife were at his side, Otto Hightower standing not far from there and talking with whom you knew were Larys Strong and another Lord you assumed to be a recent addition to the Greens.

You searched for Aemond across the room, but you saw no traces of him. People were dancing and conversing happily for the time being and so you went to talk to ladies of the court you knew, under your father's watchful eye.

At one point you were so deep in conversation with your friends about tales of the battle that had recently taken place in the Riverlands, eager to finally hear more about it, that you didn't notice Aemond entering the hall and stop at the nearest pillar, instantly landing his gaze on your form as if you were the only one in the room.

Unlike your failed attempts to notice him before, Aemond certainly could not miss you. You were beautiful, and your dress made him smile proudly. You were harbouring his colours, your hair was finely braided and the sight of your skin that was not hidden by the cloth did things to him that he wanted to explore later that night.

Otto Hightower called for an honorary speech soon after, so you returned to your seat with the other guests in order to hear the King who would speak afterward, but you heard nothing of what was said, rather you didn't listen to a word. Once settled in front of your plate you eventually noticed Aemond already placed next to his grandfather, glaring right at you. You froze as you saw him give you a satisfied smile, so wide that you even thought he was laughing, your heart making leaps in your chest. He didn't let go of your eyes until, still frozen and unable to react to this, you averted your eyes from him and tried to look interested in Aegon's words. He would not like that, you thought, being ignored.

When Aegon's speech received rounds of applause and everybody began to eat and drink, you risked a glance at the Prince, who was, of course, still staring at you, although his smile had disappeared.

Thinking back to your realisation of the last days, on how you would handle your feelings for him, you congratulated yourself in managing to not stare back and just ignore him. At least you thought you were, because your eyes seemed inexplicably drawn to him every two minutes.

Cups and plates were emptied and refilled, while the guests began the traditional dances in the middle of the room, sometimes even waltzing alone in a corner. You spent a nice time despite your anxiety at the feeling of Aemond's eye always on you. As you were watching the dancers quietly, you felt someone take the empty seat beside you.

"I did not see you dancing my Lady."

Addam Vance, stunningly dressed and a smile on his face, looked teasingly at you, cup in his hand. Happy for the distraction, you answered laughing, wine also in your system.

"It is because no one will see me and people would step on me at every move!" you said over the music. "You see, I wear green, thus it makes me invisible among all of those performers."

He laughed at that.

"I see your point," he said, looking at the green mass on the dance floor. "It seems fashion is risky for a lady such as you, but rest assured, I will not let anyone step on you for your dress is the nicest one I've seen thus far."

You blushed, although you were sure it wouldn't be noticeable because the wine already reddened your face.

"You didn't dance either, my Lord. Are you perhaps only skilled with a sword?" you asked playfully.

"Ah, I fear that my inaction is only the consequence of my lack of a partner, as I am neither married nor in courtship," he sighed, glancing at the room as if to point out its uselessness.

"I do not doubt for a moment you'll not find a lady to please tonight. Most of them are waiting all year for this sort of occasion!"

"And what about you?" he asked, more serious.

"Me? I only dance when I'm forced to," you joked. It's not that you didn't enjoy dancing, it's just that you didn't like the attention.

"Then I shall force you if I may," he concluded with a sweet smile. "Would y-"

"Lady Y/N."

You turned at the newcomer and stopped laughing.

Aemond was standing behind Addam's chair, an unreadable look on his face. He only watched you for the shortest moment before staring straight at Addam, taking his place between the two of you.

"And... I do not believe I've met you," he said in an exaggerated politeness.

Addam seemed taken aback for a while, surprised at the sudden interruption.

"Addam Vance, son of Denys Vance," he introduced himself, as Aemond kept staring at him. "I fought with you in the Riverlands, a glorious victory."

"Yes. Vance of Atranta. The Vance of Wayfarer siding with my traitor of a sister, correct?" Aemond said as if talking about nothing but the weather.

"Yes, we could say that House Vance is as divided as House Targaryen," Addam stated, lightly enough not to appear offensive.

Aemond seemed to consider if Addam was serious for a while, daring to say such things in front of him, but you saw his usual grin appear, the one he used when he was being cruel, and you swallowed.

"Indeed," Aemond spoke. "And what of you, Addam Vance of Atranta, are you proud of your House deeds in the battlefield? I heard your father did a great job in safeguarding the provisions."

You tensed, and so did Addam. You did not know Addam's father's reputation, but you were sure that Addam took Aemond's words as a provocation on a certain level. However, you saw him handle the pressure surprisingly well.

"It was not our main task, but I don't expect a dragon rider such as you to be aware of the footsoldiers movements my Prince, as you were so high up in the sky during the battle."

Aemond's nostrils flared slightly, and you felt like you should make your escape from the conversation as soon as possible. You began to shift in your chair when Aemond answered, still harbouring the shadow of the cruel smile.

"I do not believe you were enough forth in the battle to see me land and fight among my men, only departing when my brother's dragon was under attack, Lord. " He emphasised the last word strongly, a menacing glow in his eye.

"I fear that speaking of such matters is making me dizzy," you chose to interject suddenly, faking a laugh and directing your words at Addam in an attempt to stop him from taking the conversation further. "Perhaps a dance would make me feel better!" you concluded as you stood up, attempting to do just the opposite and leave the two men to maybe join your lady friends who were looking at the cakes not far away from you.

"Actually, this is exactly why I came," you heard Aemond said, his lips curving, stopping you from walking away. "May I have this dance, my Lady?"

You stared at his extended hand for far too long, and when you looked upon Addam who was clearly annoyed at the Prince now, you took the latter's hand. You let him take you far from Addam, relieved that these two were now at a safe distance from one another.

When your hands parted to bow to each other, beginning the dance, you realised that you were finally seeing him properly for the first time since your time in the garden. You felt your body warm up as your bodies turned around each other in graceful movements, mirroring the other guests on the dance floor, his scent overwhelming you.

"I would never have thought green would suit you so well, my Lady," he lied as you met your hands in the middle before stepping away again. You scoffed.

"Surely you don't intend to comment on my clothing while there are better and more interesting things to be said."

"I find the state of your wardrobe quite interesting if it allows me to see more of you," he retorted as you passed by him and felt his finger graze your shoulder momentarily.

"You've already seen much of me, my Prince," you whispered, and you felt out of your bounds, but it was fun as you saw Aemond's eye shot at you at your words with a wide grin. "But I certainly did not see as much of you."

He made you twirl, and you rested in his arm for a short time as the music shifted to a slower rate.

"It can be arranged, you will not find me arguing over this matter," he said, his eyes looking down at your lips and your form before meeting your eyes again and turning around you once more in rhythm.

"It depends. Do you plan to leave often without telling me of your state as you come home from battle? At least I am glad to see you unharmed, I could not be certain you see. From your absence," you accused, not teasing any more. He was less joyous as you kept on.

"You leave for days and the first thing you do is interrupt the loveliest conversation I've had for a while and show rudeness to one of your allies." Aemond's eye lost all of the amusement it harboured a moment ago, only to be replaced by a deadly stare.

"Indeed, my absence surely was a mistake, as I find you ignoring me plainly and then talking to a runt who would not survive more than ten minutes on the battlefield," he said through gritted teeth, his dancing movement forgotten. "Is he courting you?"

You opened your mouth in shock, aghast at his words. You stopped in the middle of the dance floor as well, making the other guests bump into your form, but you didn't care.

"Does it matter? As a woman I am expected to marry and bear children. To him or another, would it be any different?" you replied as anger emanated from you. You hadn't thought about marrying Addam but now it seemed very plausible, he was a very respectful man.

Aemond had closed the gap between you in one step and had grabbed your wrists so strongly that you feared he would snap them. He was furious, and somehow you felt proud that you managed to rile him up like that. However you were already regretting it.

"It does matter. You are not just anyone, you cannot marry to this sort, I will not have it," he said dangerously low, his breath hot on your face. "You will never be his."

"Who will I belong to then, if not this sort?" you said in defiance.

You felt him tense, his gaze lowering to your neck and lingering there for a long while. You could feel him struggling with his emotions.

"At least I would choose this betrothal, and not be bound to someone only for political reasons," you continued, deeply implying his own situation.

Aemond was recovering his senses quickly at your provocative words and you felt his anger grow wider, only to be saved by the music who had stopped to allow the guest to take a rest in the dance still happening around you.

Aemond, not covered by the music and the crowd any longer, was forced to let you go as the dance floor emptied. You massaged your wrist unconsciously, making his purple eye look at your gesture and his features softened a little. But you just stared furiously at him and turned away, leaving him biting his cheek in frustration.

You went back to your seat for the rest of the evening, carefully avoiding the royal table and always ensuring you were not alone. You felt uneasy because now your father was constantly watching you with a side eye, but you stayed patient, eating the cinnamon cake you've been served and listening vaguely to the conversations.

Addam was nowhere to be seen, even Hugo had seemed to disappear from the hall, and you wondered where they went. You were almost tempted to take a walk around the castle grounds, maybe you'll find someone to talk to outside of the loud room.

"Poor Helaena," you heard your friend say.

"What?"

"The King is so drunk that I would think the wine cellar empty by now. Helaena just retired, it seems, she appears to have one of her episodes, seeing the King in this state. I just saw her leave."

You glanced at the door and started to worry. What if she had no one to take care of her, having escaped without anyone but your friend's notice. Sometimes she struggled so strongly to breathe that you feared for her life. You should go after her.

So you left the table and passed the doors to the inner courtyard, the moon shining on the sleek stones, but you saw no one. You shall begin your search on your way up to Helaena's chamber, hoping to find a maid on your way to inform her of the Queen's predicament.

When you made it to the first floor, you felt a hand grab your side and you screamed, if not for the hand on your mouth blocking any sound from escaping. You were shoved against a wall, and Aemond's eye appeared in your vision, waiting for you to calm down. You tried to hit him as hard as you could at the realisation of his doing, and he was forced to remove his hand from your mouth in order to stop your punching.

"Aemond you-!" you said as he took hold of your wrist again, pressing you into the wall further to prevent you from moving. "I almost went into shock!" you reprimanded him, still furious.

"Sshhhh. Be quiet," he commanded, and you could not see his eye in the dark, only discerning his aware features.

"You expect me to be quiet? After acting this way with me?" you kept on, but he suddenly took your chin roughly and repeated.

"Be. Quiet."

You silenced yourself instantly, the force of his command and his touch like a switch that turned off your boldness. As he considered that you would obey him after a while, he took your elbow and led you to an empty room, only letting you go in order to close the door behind you. You stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed.

"What are we doing, Aemond? Is this your way of apologising for your behaviour? If so, you are failing, your actions already speak loudly for themselves," you said harshly.

He took a deep breath and walked slowly toward you, stopping before he could get too close.

"You are the one who should be apologising, as you are the one who is making me so infuriated that your behaviour could make me forget all about honour," he stated, attempting to control his voice.

"I did no such thing. It is your jealousy that is making you behave like a proper idiot. Am I acting the same way when you are the one who is actually getting married soon?" you exclaimed.

His fingers curled slightly at his side like he was unsure of what to do. You uncrossed your arms and took a step forth.

"This is wrong, Aemond. Whatever this is. Lady Baratheon is due to arrive in a week short and I will not be the one to cast shame on my family name," you said, and you struggled to prevent tears from coming into your eyes.

"Stop this. I know you are not being honest, you don't want to say those things. You don't believe in them."

His face was a mix between anger and resignation as he said that. You kept on.

"It is only a matter of time before-"

"I said stop," he repeated, more violently. "I will not hear this. I will not hear of marriage, of honour, and I will not hear about this dull boy ever again, and of you refusing me, do you understand?" He had advanced on to you in this short time and was now pulling you close, your chests colliding and his lips inches from yours, his scent invading your senses.

"Because you are mine Y/N," he whispered into your lips, grabbing the side of your head.

His tone was threatening, but his touch was soft, and you felt yourself surrender to him at once, unable to refuse him.

" Yes," you said in a breath, closing your eyes and sending everything you stood only moments ago to hell, completely lost and overwhelmed by his presence.

You grabbed his shoulders as he kissed you the next moment, slowly as first, then harder, his hand digging into your hair as he pulled, a moan escaping from your mouth at the gesture.

"Mine," he said while he made you back up against the furniture behind you, making you slam into it in a thud. He worked his tongue over you, entering your mouth and devouring your neck as his hand began to undress you. You felt his manhood hard against your lower half, causing you to arch your body unexpectedly, making him groan of surprise into your ear.

After a while he grew more frustrated at your dress, unwilling to come off, so he grabbed his dagger at his belt and cut it open, ripping it over the front, making you gasp in shock. The cloth unceremoniously fell at your feet and your surprise over the cold feeling of the blade between your breasts was soon replaced by pleasure as he began his ministrations on your chest, the weapon thrown next to your dress on the floor.

You tried to unclasp his jacket as well, so you could touch his skin, feel his warmth. But you were struggling in your haste and you felt flustered, his movements preventing you from properly undressing him.

"Aemond-, I want you, please..." you moaned, and he came to a stop, pulling back up to face you, his mouth slightly open, if you were correct, in surprise. Pure lust was emanating from him now, and you felt overwhelmed by the feeling of him, waiting for him to act.

"What did you say?" he asked in a husky voice, and it was suddenly easier for you to answer.

"I need you, Aemond. Please, just-" you whimpered. He watched you for seconds longer, like he couldn't believe what you had just said and when his lips finally crashed onto yours again, your hands directly went for his belt.

He groaned at your touch and didn't leave you any space to continue as he lifted you from the floor by your waist and carried you over what you gathered was a sofa that you have not noticed before. He looked at your naked form while he was getting rid of his layers, and you couldn't help but sit up to help him, resuming your work over his belt.

The next thing you knew, he was on top of you, breathing heavily, his bare skin against yours, and you felt your inside throb in expectation.

"Fuck," he groaned, biting the skin over your collarbone and sucking it lightly. "Do you want this?" he pressed his shaft against you. "Do you want to feel what it's like? So soft and responsive..."

You let a whimper escape you as he put his hand over your parts, drawing slow circles over your sweet spot.

"So ready... Would the runt make you feel this way? I doubt it, I'm sure he is so ungifted by the gods that any woman he will bed won't be able to reach even the half of what I will make you feel," he said mischievously, grinning and panting as he rubbed his fingers over your wetness more quickly.

And you believed him. Surely no one else than Aemond was as good, and at this moment you wished for nothing else but for it to last.

You arched your back against him as he reached a sensitive spot, and he began to like what he was seeing and hearing, far too much. He just kept going, tracing kisses from your ear to your shoulders, leaving love bites all over your skin.

"Aemond, please, I need this," you confessed within a desperate moan, and he groaned in response, positioning himself over you as he put his arms at your sides.

"Don't move, love," he commanded as he lowered himself onto you.

When he entered you you felt uneasy at first, but because he was watching you so closely, inspecting every move you made, you soon felt like you needed more, and began to move as well.

Aemond didn't expect this and hissed loudly, digging his head into your neck at the action. "You're going to be the death of me," you heard him say, so low that you almost didn't catch it.

He stayed still for a moment, unable to move as you were the one shifting into a more comfortable position, as if he was trying to take control of himself. Then he lifted his head, kissed you deeply and began to thrust, slowly at first, making sure you responded well to the movement of his hips, then he moved faster and faster.

From that moment you didn't register anything any more, just knowing that you had to keep quiet and that Aemond was everything that you needed right now. He kissed you harshly, swallowing your muffled moans as you tried to hold yourself a little longer, but it was becoming more difficult as Aemond went on, hitting every good spot inside of you. Then you finally reached your release, your insides clenching around him as he followed you shortly after, biting the skin where your neck and your shoulder met in an attempt to keep his pleasure quiet.

You felt utter bliss at first, Aemond limp body over yours, keeping you warm as you caressed his back tenderly, panting. Then you felt dirty and panic slightly came, as you realised that he did not withdraw. He felt you tense and looked at you curiously, stroking your hair.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, brows furrowed, and the last thing you wanted to see was hurt in his eye. So you smiled softly as you replied.

"Nothing. I wish this moment could last forever," you said as his hair tickled your face.

It was far from a lie, you did wish this, and you decided that the issue of being with child would be dealt with later.

-0- Part 9

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kometqh · 6 months

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𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

Loud chatter and music played in the background as you paced around, fingers twiddling with the edge of your sleeve as you waited for him.

He wasn't late, it's just that you were early. Maybe five minutes or so, but still early, and usually, it was him who was early and you who was late. But today was a special day, it was the lantern festival, and you had specially invited Zhongli to come and join you during this day of celebration and joy, as you wanted to share it with him.

You had put on your best attire - a traditional dress in the colours of scarlet red and golden. The fabric was mainly red, however golden streaks ran alongside the edges of it, and the gold adorned the scarlet colour with golden glaze lily flowers, all scattered across spacious parts.

Your sleeves were wide, and they covered your entire arm, up to your hands, they were covered in golden cascades that ended at a definite curved end by your fingers.

Your hair was let down, and adorned with a couple of decorative golden hair pins, as well as one golden, flowery comb.

To say you were overdressed would be a subjective statement. To some you looked simply gorgeous, embodying the image of a typical Liyue woman, to others you would look somewhat out of place - too rich for the harbour.

But what did that matter? All that your thoughts could run to was Zhongli.

You wondered how he was dressed, did he wear something special? Different compared to his usual work attire? What would he think of you?

You checked your watch, noting that it was almost time for him to be there. You put it away and slowly looked up, looking at the crowd of people around you, all carrying lanterns and enjoying snacks from the numerous food stalls scattered across the harbour.

You smiled, trying to imprint this image into your memory, as you did with every other lantern rite.

You breathed a content sigh, and looked around, your heart almost stopping as you spotted Zhongli standing beside you, a small content smile of his own gracing his lips.

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked, a big grin spreading itself across your cheeks as well, as you turned your body to face him.

You looked him over, cheeks reddening as you noticed his attire.

He himself was wearing traditional robes, boring the colours of amber and deep brown, which matched his usual look, but complimented his features stunningly. His hair was half down, some of it tied into a small bun at the back of his head,the longer untied strands sat loosely over his shoulders, now blending with the shorter strands, that had escaped his bun, together into one piece.

As you looked further down, you noticed one hand was behind his back.

"I wasn't standing here for long," he said, looking down at you through thick lashes, "But I noticed you were staring off into the distance and didn't want to interrupt you." He finished, smiling gently as he looked you over.

"You look beautiful, Y/n. Prettier than any glaze lily I've ever seen."

The blush on your face reddened to a shade darker, and you bit your lip, looking up at him in adoration, inhaling before you said, "You look amazing yourself, some would say you look like the statue of the Geo Archon himself." Your voice was quiet enough for him only to hear, and soft enough to pass as a whisper.

Zhongli's eyes widened, and an uncertain emotion swirled in his pupils before he blinked, and the look was gone. He thanked you and cleared his throat, asking for your hand.

"Since this is a special occasion, I brought you a gift," he said, bringing forth a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, "Liyue’s specialities. I do hope you'll enjoy them."

The bouquet was filled with every native flower to Liyue, sparkling with bright colours ranging from the baby pink of silk flowers, to the velvety blue of glaze lilies.

You were stunned, admiring the beautiful flowers that he had placed in your palms, their colours swindling brightly in the light of the numerous lanterns hanging above the two of you.

You looked up at your companion, smiling and blinking away a tear.

"Thank you Zhongli, these flowers are so beautiful," you said, bringing them closer to your face, enough for your nose to bury itself within them, "I will cherish them forever." You said as you pulled away, hanging onto the bouquet by one hand, the other sneaking through Zhongli's extended arm.

"Shall we?" He asked, subtly nodding his head towards the crowd of Liyue citizens who were all waiting at the harbour, their very own lanterns sat within their grasps, awaiting to ignite their deepest wishes into the sky.

You nodded at Zhongli, and walked along the people, admiring the vastly different lanterns, before you looked to Zhongli, who's gaze seemed to soften at the sight.

You smiled, and gripped lightly at his forearm, before turning your attention back to the festival before you.

The two of you walked hand in hand, tasting all the different local foods from vendors, standing to watch as people created their own fireworks - which would be displayed further into the evening - and watched again as bands played traditional music, as children ran past, their giggles and laughs erupting into the sky.

You looked at Zhongli once again, mouth barely opening before he beat you to speaking.

He leaned his head down, enough to be at eye-level to you, before his hand tucked some hair behind your ear, and he neared his lips to it, “Would you like me to buy us some lanterns? Joining in on the tradition would be wonderful.” He asked, his voice low and smooth like velvet, but still loud enough for you to hear.

As though he had cast a spell upon you, you found yourself unable to mutter out a single word of a response, and so, you opted to nod instead, eyes wide like a deers, cheeks rosy, mouth agape.

Zhongli laughed, and grabbed your free hand, intertwining your fingers before pulling you crit her into the crowds in search of a lantern seller.

Just a bit ahead, there was one vendor.

It was just your luck - they had two more lanterns left and looked as though they were about to close shop.

"Excuse me! Can we buy those?" You asked, breathing heavily as you rested the bouquet on the wooden table in front of the vendor. They were an older gentleman, who was maybe in his 60s, and he looked at the two of you surprised.

"You're just in time! I was about to close for today. Nobody wanted two lanterns as most people are in larger groups!" He shouted over the crowds, before turning to grab the two remaining lanterns. He then headed back to you and Zhongli, smiling softly at the two of you,

"Well aren't you a beautiful couple? Are you married?" He asked, passing over the lanterns.

Your face flushed a bright red, and you looked to Zhongli, who's eyes seemed to once again widen, his orbs swirling with an unknown emotion once again.

"N-no-," you started, but your companion interrupted you, "Yes. We are not married yet, but I plan on proposing soon." Zhongli said full of confidence, smiling down at the older man, before fishing some mora out of nowhere.

You looked from the grandpa to Zhongli, eyes wide as saucepans, mouth wide open in shock, heart pounding loudly against your ribcage.

He looked back to you, smiling gently, before giving the gentleman the money and taking your hand, his other holding onto the lanterns as you said your goodbyes and went to join the crowds.

"You plan on proposing to me?" You asked after a while of silence, looking up to him.

A light blush dusted over his cheeks, but other than that, nothing else gave away Zhongli's feelings.

"Oh look, they're about to let their lanterns out." Zhongli pointed out, skimming over your question before you could utter any other words. His hand tugged at yours, leading you through the crowd to reach near the wooden staircase.

"3.."

The people began chanting, raising their arms into the air,

"2.."

You and Zhongli did the same after lighting your lanterns, smiling, hips touching, hearts pounding,

"1.."

You looked to Zhongli, giggling in excitement as he looked back at you, a content smile on his face,

"Happy Lantern Rite!"

The crowds shouted, and hundreds of lanterns were let out into the starry night sky, their golden glow illuminating the night, painting it golden.

It was as though there was a new sun in the night sky.

Zhongli turned to you, eyes focused, smile soft, and hands reaching up to caress your cheeks.

"Happy lantern rite, Y/n." And with that, he pulled you in for a tender kiss, the warmth of his lips enveloping yours as people around cheered, wishing each other happiness and good fortune, but all that was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and the happiness you felt as you melted into your new lovers touch.

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teaandtoastandthyme · 8 months

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Lockwood & Co - Books vs. show preferences

First, things about Lockwood & Co that I like better in the books. (Book and show spoilers abound in both these lists.)

The timeline. I'm actually very confused about what the timeline in the show is supposed to be. I could see a somewhat condensed timeline making sense for screen adaptation, but I felt like the show didn't give the characters enough time to know each other as well as they supposedly did.

Which boy drew his rapier first in the Archives. In the show, Lockwood draws his rapier first to defend both Lucy and himself against Kipps' nastiness. In the books, Lockwood draws his rapier in quick defense against Kipps' rapier, having used his words rather than his sword to provoke Kipps. I just like that bit of character portrayal better.

The scene at the Combe Carey well. I think Lockwood's "No, Lucy. That's not the way it's going to be." is such a powerful foreshadowing line about how they help pull each other away from the call of death. And it would have fit so well with some of the other scenes they added for the show.

The Skull's dialogue. Certainly most of his best sarcastic lines are in later books, but they didn't set his character up well to make those remarks. While the tone of the show is a bit different than the books, it seems they could have kept at least a little of his ridiculous nature.

The plan (or lack-thereof) for infiltrating the relic auction. While certainly the trio (plus Flo) are plenty chaotic in this part of the books, they DO have a pretty well-thought-out plan to get into the auction and get the bone glass. They're not just winging it. There are several minor plot holes and/or convenient plot devices in the show that wouldn't have had to happen if they had kept the Winkman auction scene a little closer to the books. And it would have highlighted that these kids actually are smart. (And that Lockwood is actually good a making plans sometimes.)

And now, things I like more about the show adaptation:

George's physical characterization. The books' use of Lucy's voice to disparage George's appearance can be overwhelming to the point of distracting sometimes. I appreciate that the show allowed Lucy and George to have some conflict without it involving making fun of physicality in any way. There's enough of that already in the world. That is literally my least favorite part of the books. (Though at least Lucy does mature a bit over the series in this respect.) [Edited to clarify: I have nothing against George in the books or the way he looks, just the way the others talk about it!]

The expansion of Norrie's role. I think this was a brilliant move to highlight the trauma Lucy experienced and heighten the stakes a bit. And it was also the perfect device for explaining parts of the world in narrative form.

A deeper exploration into mental health and suicidality. The books contain these themes, but I love the way the show brought these characters' experiences of trauma and mental illness more fully into conversation with each other and with the story. It was masterfully done, without romanticizing or preaching or toning down.

Lockwood giving Lucy the diamond necklace before the party. When I first watched this scene in its entirety, I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I am so used to male characters telling the dressed-up scrappy female character how stunningly beautiful she is, and I hate it. I hate the way it shifts the agency and purpose of the woman's appearance. I've said before in other posts how much I appreciate that Lockwood just lets Lucy be in this scene. She doesn't need him to compliment her appearance because her appearance is not for him. And then, of course, the necklace can be more about connection and relationally rather than approval or beauty.

Clues about Lockwood's parents and the nature of the Problem a little earlier. It ties the stories together into one larger mystery a bit sooner and quite effectively, I think.

What about you? What are your favorite changes in the show, and what do you like better in the books?

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When the pendulum swings

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

FT: JJ Letho

Most angsty fic yet! Michael is Mika's forbidden fruit in this Romeo and Juliette kind of thing. So sorry for portraying JJ like a schizophrenic monster (it was a plot necessity) 😭😭. This fic is for the lovely and amazing @kimizilla and @schumi-honey 💝

Tears were welling up in his eyes as he stared through a blurred vision at the young man that was currently crushing his wrist bones in a white-knuckled grip.

The guy could be his twin. He had long blonde wavy locks of hair and deep saphire blue eyes, but Jyrki was two years his senior. Mika looked up at him. Of course he did, the Sauber driver had been in Formula One for five years now, long before Mika entered the competition. Keke had been managing him as soon as the 1982 World Champion had noticed the tall blonde's driving style. With Mika Keke had needed a bit more convincing.

Jyrki towered over his younger compatriot, squeezing his delicate wrist in a viselike grip. He just knew that the pendulum was swinging before his mind's very eyes, between loving and hating the boy sitting in front of him. Especially his latest suspicions had contributed to hating Mika. He had noticed Keke's favouritism shifting to his younger, less experienced countryman since he was signed by McLaren, and he hated it. It was undeserved. Mika was a fucking test driver.

He stared at the boy he once so loved with contempt. "Why the fuck are you crying?! You didn't even drive today! I should be crying after that DNF!"

The McLaren test driver, looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes and a trembling upper lip. He felt the bruising form along the skin of his wrist, colouring his flesh in all shades of red, blue and purple. "I am crying because you're hurting m-"

Jyrki interrupted him by swatting his cheek, leaving a red imprint on his already rosy skin. "Shut up! You have no reason to cry! Does a little bit of physical pain make you cry?! You're more beautiful when you smile."

Beautiful... That was exactly the problem to Jyrki. As much as he had started to hate the younger Finn since his McLaren deal, he couldn't deny Mika was stunningly beautiful. He just couldn't completely destroy his self-esteem and drag him through the mud, because he looked so pleasing to the eye, especially when he smiled.

But something about seeing Mika reduced to tears, helped him cope with his own meager successes on the track. It reminded himself that he was appearing at the start of a race ever Sunday, while his little boyfriend was driving circles and straight lines on air strips in Woking, England.

He fisted his hand in Mika's blonde hair and caressed it gently, confusing the younger Finn with the contrast in his touches. He let go off Mika's wrist and grinned upon seeing the purple, pulsing skin he had caused.

"Don't you wish you were competing with the big boys, my sweet?"

He pushed Mika down onto the mattress of the bed in his motorhome, and shoved a hand under the younger Finn's sweater, exploring the smooth skin of his flat tummy. "You are a failure. A beautiful perfect failure. Sometimes you make me so happy to see you."

Mika wiped at his tears with his sleeve and smiled at Jyrki despite the pain in his wrist. He didn't mind Jyrki calling him a "failure" as long as he called him "beautiful" too. At the start of the season he hadn't made his boyfriend proud with that McLaren gamble, and he deserved being called a "failure", right?

The pain in his wrist was numbing with every caress of his hair and every kiss Jyrki placed on his forehead.

The next morning while McLaren was packing their materials for return to England, Mika had found a moment to talk to his childhood rival. Michael was dressed in his Benneton-issued clothing. He was in good spirits as he had celebrated another podium last night. The contrast between the two of them couldn't be any bigger.

"So any speculations about Andretti's seat? He had another DNF this Sunday."

Mika shook his head. "Not that I know of, but I am getting tired of testing his car so he can destroy it the next race."

Michael chuckled. "I can imagine." He knew things would be different for Mika, if they would sack Andretti. Who knows? Maybe they would be battling it out on track, just like the old times. He looked Mika up and down and couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness in the Finn's eyes. "Are you ok?"

Mika's eyebrows knit together in a puzzled look. "Yeah, I am fine. Why?" His left hand went up to comb the locks of hair from his eyes.

Michael's eyes fell on the bruised skin of his rival's wrist and swallowed. Concern was written over his face. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Michael didn't hesitate and reached out to grab Mika's wrist, cradling it in a gentle hold. "What is this then? This doesn't look good."

Mika gulped. The concerned look in Michael's eyes and the gentle hold of his wrist filled him with a sudden warmth. He wasn't used to someone caring about his feelings, which was strange because he had a boyfriend that was supposed to care about him... somewhere deep down. Mika tried to ignore the traitorous thoughts in his mind. Michael couldn't know, he shouldn't know. It would only complicate things between Jyrki and him more.

"Oh that's nothing. It's not even broken. I had a little unicycle accident, and now Ron has taken my unicycle from me." It was only half a lie, because Ron Dennis did hide his unicycle somewhere.

Michael chuckled. Ah yes the unicycle! How could he forget? "No, he didn't?!"

"He did!" Mika exclaimed, his bright blue eyes beaming with glee over Michael's amused reaction. "But it's okay, Jyrki thinks it's stupid and childish anyway."

Michael frowned upon hearing that, and was boggled about the fact that Mika was still smiling despite the thing he just said. "Stupid? Childish? How? I think it's... special." Michael only just managed to refrain from saying "cute".

Mika blinked with his eyes. "You think so?"

Michael nodded. "Yes. Who else in the paddock can ride a unicycle?"

Mika blushed. That warmth in his heart - that foreign feeling - was back again. "Thank you!" He stared at Michael with gleeful eyes until, out of nowhere, he was harshly yanked away from the German by a furious Jyrki Järvilehto.

"Come with me," the older Finn growled at him as Mika was dragged towards the Sauber motorhome of his boyfriend, leaving an astonished Michael Schumacher in his wake.

Jyrki slammed Mika against the wall inside his trailer, pinning his injured wrist against it. "What the hell was that?!"

Mika cowered under the furious glare of his boyfriend and tried to wriggle out of the viselike hold. "What do you mean?" He whimpered.

Jyrki flat-handed the wall next to Mika's face with a loud bang, trying to scare the younger Finn even more. "Don't act dumb! You were talking to Michael."

"Am I not allowed to talk to him?"

"You were showing him your bruises!" Jyrki squeezed the injured wrist with brute force and made Mika burst out in tears of pain.

"I saw him holding your wrist. And don't you dare lie to me."

Mika could here the crackling sound of his wrist joints shoving against each other. He looked at Jyrki with teary eyes. "I am so sorry, Jyrki. But I didn't show it to him. He noticed it himself! I told him it was a unicycle accident."

"A unicycle accident?"

Jyrki's eyes softened in an instant. "You did that? You lied for me?" He stared at Mika's distressed face and almost purred contently. He loved to hate him, but he also loved to love him. His adorable pouty punching bag.

He stroked Mika's damp cheek with the back of his hand, enjoying the sight of his expressive face. He'd never thought someone could look pretty while crying like a toddler. He opened his arms to invite his shaking boyfriend in a hug. "Don't cry like that, weakling. I didn't mean it so bad."

"I am sorry, Jyrki." The younger Finn nestled himself in Jyrki's open arms and sighed, relieved that he wasn't angry with him anymore. Jyrki had played his part in getting Keke to manage him and he felt very grateful towards his handsome compatriot.

Jyrki stroked Mika's back with genuine adoration. He secretly loved seeing his boyfriend upset so he could take care of him. He loved feeling the tremors running down the boy's spine. He loved kissing his pouty lips. So vulnerable, so dependent.

He held the younger Finn for a while, but then created a distance between the two of them as a malicious smirk krept onto his face. He grabbed Mika by his upper arms and smacked him against the wall again. "But if I ever find out you are bad-mouthing me to other drivers..." He held his finger up to Mika. "I am going to make you cry even worse."

He kissed Mika's forehead and traced his cheekbone adoringly with a finger. He looked at him for a moment. The younger Finn stared back apathically, obvioulsy not sure what to do.

Again Jyrki's brain flooded with images of Keke meandering around his new favourite protege, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

Mika needed to go before the pendulum would swing in his disadvantage.

Painfully aware of his mind playing tricks on him, Jyrki barged to the door of his motorhome. "Now go. I think McLaren want to know where their untalented test driver is."

Mika's cheeks burned red in shame. Untalented test driver? Where had it gone so wrong in their relationship? He touched his throbbing wrist and hissed in pain. Why was Jyrki so mean to him lately? He thought about the good times he'd had with Jyrki. There were way too many good memories to put his relationship at risk. His fellow Finn had been nothing but kind and supportive throughout his F3 days.

Jyrki used to shower him with love all the time. He always told him how proud he was after he had beaten Mika Salo on track in Formula 3. Mika even remembered how Jyrki had consoled him after his huge crash at Snetterton while competing in the F3-series. He was quite shocked in the aftermath of the event and he had been lucky to walk away from it without a scratch. Jyrki had wrapped him up in a blanket cocoon and had made him tea and hot chocolate.

"Are you nice and comfy, my sweet?" Jyrki lay on top of the blanket cocoon with his arms wrapped around it like an octopus, for extra protection. "You know the crash wasn't your fault, my talented kultaseni!" He kissed the top of Mika's head.

It brought Mika to tears when he remembered how it once was. Why had it changed? What had he done wrong?

Behind the door of his motorhome Jyrki had his own internal crisis. He had his hands in his hair and tugged at his blonde strands harshly. Why the fuck had he turned into such a monster?! How did he ever call sweet, endearing Mika untalented?! He detested his own anger issues, his jealousy, his toxic pleasures! He had found joy in seeing Mika cry, in seeing his wrist pulsing in pain! All this because he was Keke's favourite now? Yes, because he knew that if it wasn't for Senna's return Mika would have raced in that McLaren, and he would have wiped the floor with him and his stupid Sauber.

He needed to call his beloved before his terrible schizophrenia took the better of him. Before that cursed pendulum would swing again. Jyrki was sure he wasn't actually schizophrenic, but his career in F1 was giving so much stress that he had to abreact it on the person he had valued most, for so long.

He was a broken soul, and he was breaking another soul in his demise.

Mika's phone started buzzing. He looked at the screen of his device and pressed the red button. Not now! Too soon! He shoved his phone back in his pocket and conjured up a handkerchief from his other pocket to dry his tears. He felt devastated. His beloved mistreated him, but he didn't want to lose his relationship.

Jyrki threw his phone on his mattress with force, making the device almost boink off the bed. How dare Mika have the guts to turn his phone call down?! Who did he think he was?! He needed him. He needed to love him and show him how much he meant to him.

Mika walked along the garages in the paddock, while the teams were finishing packing their stuff. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the early autumn scents, until he was interrupted by a shout.

"Mika, how is your wrist?"

The Finn turned around and was met with the kind, emerald eyes of his childhood rival.

"Michael!" Mika looked around waringly, to make sure Jyrki didn't see him, before he showed Michael the tortured skin of his wrist.

"Scheiße! What the hell? It looks worse! Mika, how could it look worse!?"

Mika bit his lip. He admired Michael's concern, but he couldn't just tell Michael that Jyrki had been torturing his wrist as if it was a crash dummy's wrist. He shrugged. "I think the bruises hadn't fully bloomed yet this morning."

Michael shook his head. "Come on." He grabbed the Finn gently by his arm and guided him to his Benneton motorhome a few meters away from where they were standing. "You can't walk around like that. Someone needs to take care of that, and since you are not looking for help yourself, I will do it!"

Back in Michael's motorhome, Mika was glad there were no halve moon-shaped cuts on his wrist from Jyrki's nails, otherwise the truth would come out quite quickly, as Michael would definitely want to know who had done that to him.

Michael sat Mika down on his bed and walked to his kitchen to fetch his first aid kit. "Don't you go anywhere."

Mika rolled his eyes with an amused grin.

Michael returned quickly and put the first aid kit on the bedsheets between them. "Now let me look at that." He took Mika's hand between his own warm hands and inspected his hurt wrist with great intent.

"Gosh, that looks painful! Even I am happy Ron took your unicycle away," he chuckled.

Mika couldn't help but grin. He felt butterflies buzz in his stomach, overwhelmed by the way Michael was so tender with him. Mika thought he was just a break-up with Jyrki away from being cocooned in blankets the same way his boyfriend had done in 1989. Although breaking up with Jyrki was something that had never crossed his mind. He was smitten despite everything.

Mika watched as the German massaged some salve into his skin and grabbed a pack of ice cubes from his fridge to hold it against his throbbing wrist.

"It won't do anything against the swelling anymore. It's too late for that, but still... Are you sure it isn't broken?"

Mika nodded. "Don't worry, I can still use it."

Michael grabbed Mika's hand and looked into his saphire blue eyes with a glint of genuine worry. "Be careful next time!"

Mika's cheeks turned bright red. Why was Michael so kind to him? What did he do to deserve that?

He smiled at Michael. "I will." He stood up from the bed and took his leave, but not before stopping in the door opening and seeking eye contact. "Michael, thank you! That was very kind!"

Luck would have it that Mika was back on neutral ground before he heard another, more familiar voice shout his name.

"Mika! I was looking for you, my sweet!"

Jyrki grabbed the Finn by the sleeve of his puffy jacket and enveloped him in his arms.

"God, I am so terribly sorry for this morning! I don't know what got into me!"

Mika patted Jyrki's back, feeling especially forgiving after his moment with Michael a few minutes ago. "It's okay now."

From the inside Mika felt so relieved that the older Finn had apologized so he could share a happy moment with his boyfriend. He leaned his head onto Jyrki's shoulder and smiled.

Jyrki cradled Mika's face between his hands and found that Mika's beautiful smile was out of place. He was way too pretty to lose, but he made him sick to the stomach with that happy smile. Keke's favourite pupil! He was conflicted between kissing that smile and erasing it from his boyfriend's face.

"Come, Mika." He took his boyfriend to his motorhome once more and sat him down on the bed. His adoration for the boy won at the moment. The pendulum was swinging in his favour.

"If only you were as good a driver as good-looking you are!" He helped Mika out of his sweater and kissed him on his lips. "You're beautiful." He sloppily kissed his way down Mika's neck and arm until he halted at his purple-coloured wrist.

"What is that stuff I smell?"

Mika froze on the spot and swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"That is oitment, perkele! Who gave that to you?! Who knows about your wrist?!"

Mika squinted his eyes shut, expecting a swat in his face. A swat that never came.

"Mika, were you with Schumacher again?!"

He stared at the younger Finn, who's lips seemed to be sealed. Mika's silence told him enough. He grabbed Mika by his arms and shook him harshly. "How dare you break my heart like that! You fucking loser! You probably also lied about that unicycle accident you made up!"

He gave Mika a harsh shove towards his door and threw his sweater at him. "You stupid boy! You wouldn't even be in F1 if it weren't for me! You're worthless. Look at you! Testing cars on airstrips! Get out! I don't want to see you ever again!"

Mika was shocked. His eyes started to water in an instant. His heart was shattered in a million little pieces. Here it was... proof that Jyrki never truly loved him!

"But Jyrki... JJ...I didn't...," his lips were trembling as tears streamed down his cheeks. This is not how it was supposed to go. Why was his boyfriend so... so... insane recently?!

Jyrki walked up to him and started smacking his face with flat-handers. "I don't care about your stupid pretty face getting hurt! Go away, Mika! Maybe Schumacher can help your pathetic career in Formula One. I hate you! You are always flirting with other drivers!"

Mika tried to limit the impact of Jyrki's swats by bracing his arms. "That isn't true! They are friends!"

"Leave my fucking place before I really hurt you!" Jyrki stormed into his direction again. "And I am serious about your career. You truly are a shit driver and a dumb, stupid boy! I will make sure Keke ditches you!"

For the last time this weekend Michael walked around the paddock. But this time he was holding an umbrella to protect himself against the sudden downpour of rain. He was glad that this amount of rain hadn't fallen during the race yesterday. It would've made the race conditions quite tricky.

As he strolled past the Sauber motorhomes, he noticed a silhouet sitting on the steps of one of the trailers. The silhouet sat hunched forward with his face in his hands, seemingly not minding he was getting soaked. Oh dear, who is that?

With concern written over his features Michael walked towards the soaked figure, and as he came closer he was absolutely horrified to find out the person in question was Mika. His Mika. Reduced to tears.

The Finn was trembling like a sad little puppy, and when he noticed Michael towering over him, he buried his face in the sleeves of his sweater, hiding his emotions from the successful F1 driver.

Michael held his umbrella above his rival's head, as he sat down next to him. His hands carded through Mika's soaked blonde hair. "Hey Mika, what are you doing out here in the rain? What's wrong?"

Mika shook his head and muffled his cries in his sweater, not planning on revealing his crying face to Michael.

Michael scooted impossibly close to the Finn and put an arm around his shaking form, caressing his side through the soaked material of his sweater. Damn, he was cold to the touch!

"Hey, I guess you don't want to talk about it, but can I please invite you into my motorhome? I put the heater up and I have some dry clothes for you. I don't want you to catch a cold."

Finally, Mika looked up at him.

Even with the rain drops cascading down his face, Michael could see he was crying. It broke Michael's heart to see Mika's usually happy features, twisted in bitter emotions. It wasn't a good look on him.

He snaked an arm around Mika's waist and encouraged him to stand up and follow him to the warmth of his trailer, while the umbrella shielded them against the rain.

Upon arriving in the Benneton trailer, Michael started fetching warm and dry clothes from the drawers of his closet. He pushed the bundle of textile into Mika's hands and directed him gently but firmly to his bathroom.

"Take a shower. We will talk after you're warm and dry."

After twenty minutes, Mika quietly opened the door to the living space of Michael's motorhome and peeked inside. His cheeks were burning red because he was currently wearing Michael's Benneton-issued clothes and because the heat of the shower had warmed him up.

"Thank you, Michael. I hope your water heater isn't empty now."

Michael turned around to look at the Finn and found himself to be equally red and flustered. Mika in his Benneton clothes with pink-tinged cheeks was quite a sight to behold. A sight that made his heart skip a beat.

"Don't worry about the water heater. Are you okay, Mika?"

Mika's eyes filled with tears again when he was reminded of his broken heart by Michael's question. Was he okay? No, he definitely wasn't.

Michael jumped from his couch and rushed towards the Finn. His natural instinct took over. He needed to care for that hurt soul. "Please, don't cry! I don't like to see you cry."

He wrapped his arms around the boy and squeezed him so tightly against his body that their sternums were touching.

"Jyrki broke up with me and hurt my wrist!"

Mika let it all out... his tears, the truth... everything. His shoulders started shaking.

Michael grabbed the back of Mika's head and pressed the Finn's damp cheek against his own. "I already suspected this. You're way too talented to fall off your unicycle. Listen Mika..." he took Mika's face between both his hands and stared into his watery eyes. "...if JJ did this to you, then he doesn't deserve you!"

He dropped one of his hands to grab Mika's wrist and tenderly stroked his thumb over the bruised skin. How could someone hurt someone as kind and beautiful as Mika? "He doesn't deserve you, verdammt noch mal!"

Mika looked at him. His face was wet but the tears had stopped. His heart was racing. Every caress of his hurt wrist filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature inside the trailer. Michael was so gentle with him. The German basically treated him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Shouldn't this be how you treat a loved one? The last time Jyrki had hugged him so adoringly was months ago.

"Jyrki called me a shit driver."

Michael balled his fists in anger. "You know, Mika. Your ex-boyfriend is nuts! The biggest bullshit I've ever heard. You will absolutely destroy him on track and he knows that! He is afraid of your talent. Afraid of Keke's favouritsm."

Michael had extremely well-developed senses when it came to unraveling human behaviour. JJ had probably been mistreating Mika since the McLaren-deal. It angered him beyond measure, and it didn't help that he secretly loved Mika.

"Mika, can I tell you something?" Michael's fingers fidgeted with the washing etiquette of Mika's Benneton-jumper. His cheeks were bright red.

"Of course, Michael."

Michael took Mika's hands in his own. "You really mean a lot to me. Your well-being is important to me... and there is something I've wanted to do ever since we met again in Formula One in 1991."

Mika's breathing slowed in anticipation. "What is it, Michael?"

"Close your eyes, and promise me not to recoil. Think about it before you act."

Mika closed his eyes and only twitched slightly when he felt Michael press his lips against his own. He didn't recoil, even if the action took him by surprise. He could never. Michael was special. Michael fueled the flame inside his body. Kindness was all he needed right now and Michael was giving that to him.

Michael tingled all over. His lips brushing against Mika's, was a better feeling than every kiss he's ever had. Nothing compared to it. "Thank you, mein Schatz!"

#makkinen #mika häkkinen #michael schumacher #jj lehto #jyrki järvilehto #mika hakkinen #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #flatoutin-eaurouge #f1fanfic

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Ahhh, what a thrill!! 🙈✨

I wanna request a James/Reader story. The reader is biologically female, but is gender fluid but usually likes to be treated like a boy.

The story would be about his first time. It would start out soft and end up rough.

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Thanks and sorry for my English. 🤧

hetfield x gender fluid reader

weee woo!! thank you for this one!! im not gender fluid myself but ill give it my best go!!🫶

thinking current james and these images because DUHHH

cw: smut, talk of gender identity, virginity, age difference

prompt: genderfluid reader who is an illustrator working at the park one day, when they come across garage owning James, unbeknownst to the reader he was also in a local band

sitting on a park bench watching the world go by and drawing the scenery around you was one of your favourite ways to relax. there was no judgement there, dressed in a baggy hoodie and jeans you had no fear. even if you were masc presenting today its not like strangers would notice or even care, they just thought of you as some guy on the park bench and that made you happy.

coming out as genderfluid had been hard on you, it wasn't easy to find anyone so accepting or even just understanding, so you'd take your comfort elsewhere. it was no small feat and it was even harder to find like minded individuals, you often thought of others like you and wished to make them not feel as alone as you did.

you almost didn't notice the larger man approaching you, headphones in and staring intently at the forest line trying to capture every detail. he pats you on the shoulder lightly, an older gentleman something you weren't expecting. most of the interaction you'd had at this place was from sweet old ladies who would ask for the time.

cigar in hand and a cowboy hat on his head (which was out of place for the city but it worked for him), he stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes and a bright smile while you took out your earphones. a slight confused expression as you spoke softly.

"uhm..hello?"

"oh sorry darl, didn't mean to spook you, i was just strolling past and noticed your drawings, they are very impressive, can i take a look?" his voice was soft and calming. hesitantly you passed him the sketchpad sheets you were working on.

“wow…i mean wow..” he strokes his finger over the linework lightly, just adoring it. his smile is still bright and as you look at him, you realise this man is stunningly beautiful. even this is enough to make you blush.

“this is fantastic, you work as an illustrator?”

“n-no, it’s mainly something i keep to myself, i uh, work in retail.” you cringe at your own words sounding meek and uninteresting.

“well…can you draw anything or are you just into nature?” his tone kind as he looked directly at you. he had no judgement at all.

“uh yeah i mean i can always try can’t i?”

“well, i actually run an autoshop, and ive been looking for something to spruce up the walls a bit, you think you’d be able to design something for me? not for free of course”

you grin at his suggestion, the mere thought alone of someone enjoying your work was insane but now wanting to pay for it? it was some sort of blasphemy in your eyes.

“of course! i could do that. could probably get it done in a few hours”

“amazing, thank you sweetheart, james by the way. if you think you could get something done that quick, why don’t you come by the Luxe downton? my band is actually playing there.”

He had a huge grin on his face and he was clearly proud of himself for that subtle mention. his gaze not leaving your eyes.

“yeah that’d be really fun.” you smile sheepishly and nod. you also pause and tell him your name with a laugh, realising you’d neglected to mention it.

“great see you at eight” still with that grin on his face, he winks and walks off leaving you in awe of this mysterious and handsome individual.

it didn’t take you long to get home and in the fully lit presence of your desk, bubbling with inspiration you sketch up something. it was nice, in a weird way he’d inspired you with his compliment but you kept it simple. this was for a stranger after all, a simple sketch of an old ‘67 chevy impala, carefully shaded in and small subtle details. you sign your name and get ready for the night, time escaping you faster than you’d thought.

as you arrived, hair done and settling with a slightly nicer combination of jeans and a button up, you plop yourself down at the bar looking out for james. it wasn’t until the first notes of an unfamiliar song that you see him on the stage, he gives you a subtle smile and a nod.

you sat there taking in the environment and enjoying the set they played, bopping your head along and nursing a drink. his voice was actually quite spectacular which added to your already slight attraction to this man.

after he had finished, he made his way over to you, beer in hand with a grin.

“hey there sweetheart.”

“hi” you answer nervously, quick to reach for your bag and grab the drawing out of it, meticulously glued to a piece of card and protected by a sleeve as not to damage it. he takes it out of your hand and with one look his eyes widened.

“wow! this is…amazing…thank you so much, darlin’, let me know how I can repay you?”

you smile brightly and shake your head, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks

“no, no. that’s okay! i actually had a lot of fun, it was nice to work on something different for a change.”

“least let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

“that’d be really nice, thank you”

for the next few hours you’d spent time drinking together, you both talked about his band, your ambitions, your identity since he was very curious. he asked a lot of questions, respectfully of course and you answered them with grace. his willingness to learn made you feel a bit fuzzy inside as no one had ever treated you that way.

you find yourself getting over your aversion to eye contact, willingly staring into his eyes as he spoke about his hobbies and his musical influences. he notices your stare and grins to himself. taking a mental note, he changes the subject to loved ones and is surprised to hear you’ve never dated anyone. you were young sure, but he didn’t expect you to have no experience atall.

“really? thats…interesting.”

“are you making fun of me?” you say raising your eyebrow and glaring playfully. feeling the buzz from the last few drinks.

“no…no. just something crossed my mind is all. shouldn’t’ve but it did” he says softly, his body language a bit more serious and he looked slightly embarrassed.

you look at the time on your phone, 1 am. you’re feeling buzzed and james is looking very fine, screw it. you move closer and sit next to him, thighs pressed to one another and your face flushed. so what if it was your first time? this man was too beautiful to pass on.

“jealous are we james?”

your sudden confidence and proximity threw him for a loop, his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. “pardon?”

“you heard me. jealous? wishing it was your cock buried deep inside me? giving me that wonderful feeling for the first time?”

“fuuck…you don’t waste any time do you?”

“guess i’m just feeling a bit out there and lucky tonight, james.”

the way you kept saying his name made him squirm in his seat, the thought of you sat on his lap, fucking like rabbits and him giving you your first time was overwhelming. when suddenly he stood, held out his hand and not saying anything.

you take it gracefully, grinning to yourself. the reality of the situation not quite kicking in yet as the alcohol made you feel fuzzy. he pulls you to his side, snaking an arm around your waist, chucking some money on the table and walking like a man on a mission.

15 minutes later and a tense taxi drive, where he’d been struggling not to take you right there or even just touch you a little bit, you arrive at a hotel. he rushes you in, holding onto you as if you’d run off if he let go. the silence was deafening.

in the elevator, he just looked down at you with a grin, a gentle hand coming up to lift your chin, his eyes piercing into you once again as he finally spoke.

“you really wanna go through with this?”

“more than anything.”

a moment later his lips were pressed against yours, kissing you deeply, hands nestled at the small of your back. you kiss him back with a little more force, the heat in the room rising. he begins to trail soft kisses down your neck before biting ever so slightly at the crook.

“oh fuck..”

he laughs heartily hearing you curse under your breath and brings a hand to your chin again, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip and tapping at as if he was mimicking something in his own mind.

“you’ve got such pretty lips, know that?”

too distracted by his gaze at your lips, you fail to answer as you bring tour own hands up his sides slipping under his shirt and scratching at his back in need, producing a breathy groan from his own lips. his head tilting back slightly as he felt your nails dig into his flesh.

you take this moment to start kissing his neck, your own body trembling at this point as you’d never really gotten past a small kiss with anyone before. he could definitely tell, by the way your lips moved hesitantly along his neck, awkwardly sucking and biting at random areas. a furious red blush on your face and your brows knotted together in concentration.

he shook his head and laughed, lifting your face away with his hand.

“let me show you sweetheart.”

his lips trailed your neck, finding that sweet spot and at first he just places sweet kisses there, slowly but surely he takes a little bit of skin in between his lips and nibbles, letting you feel each sensation. soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved, taking this as a sign he bit harder. you let out a moan and grip his shoulders lightly.

“you like that hun? so cute” he purred in your ear. the ding of the elevator pulling you both out of this heated moment. you break apart and stare up at him, the swift transition of him grabbing you and ending up in the hotel room, clothes being tugged at during another heated makeout session makes your head spin

heart racing you look at him with doe eyes. which makes him curse under his breath and compose himself. sitting back on his knees.

“cmere pretty boy, lets take this your pace huh darl?”

you nod, that nervous feeling welling up inside, sitting up you start to unbutton his shirt, trailing your fingers down his exposed chest and placing kisses there. appreciative groans leaving his lips as he caresses your neck with his thumb. need building up inside himself now, he was struggling at how teasingly slow this was moving. if it was any other person, he would’ve just pinned them to the wall and fucked them violently chasing his own high. but even though you were pretty much a stranger to him, he didn’t want you to regret this. you were so sweet looking and nervous.

eventually after extended amounts of strained eye contact and lustful gazes you make your way to his jeans, unbuckling his belt as he stroked through your hair with his big hand. you pull the fabric down and gasp at the way his cock bounces back, hitting his stomach and throbbing, dripping with precum. he takes it his hands and strokes it a few times, thumbing over the tip, collecting the liquid.

he grins and offered his thumb to you.

“wanna taste it darl?”

“yes” you say tentatively taking it and sucking the tip. with a groan he watches you swirl your tongue around it, cursing under his breath.

“fuck can’t take it any longer, i need you baby, that okay?”

you don’t say anything, just start tugging his jeans down completely, you focus on your own and then pull him on top of you, fiercely making out with him, whimpers escaping your lips.

he sits back up and pulls your thighs apart, gently stroking through your folds, his hands glistening with your wetness.

“need it james…please”

he groans at the sounds you make and your desperate words. he doesn’t take a breath before lining up with your entrance, looking at you for approval. you nod and he leans over stroking your cheek sweetly.

“this gonna hurt a little bit okay? just relax for me, you’re doing so good already ,pretty boy.”

before you can react, he pushes just the tip in, letting you adjust as he stares down at you. you hiss in pain and grip his shoulder tightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, speaking softly

“it’s okay, i know i know. breathe sweet boy, we can just stay like this a moment, yeah?”

one big hand drifts down to your clit, circling slowly and applying some pressure. your head tips back slightly letting out a strained moan.

“ready, james. just do it…please?”

barely able to control himself, he continues working with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he pushes himself to the hilt.

“fuck!” you moan loudly, with his accompanying groan, he starts to move, slowly and gently holding you. it takes you a minute to get used to the feeling but when you do, your body trembles all over, frantic moans escaping your lips. he strokes your hair and keeps kissing your neck tenderly.

“god you feel so fucking good darl, so good…”

his words send you into overdrive, feeling the need for more, you buck against him. your teeth find its way to his shoulder and you bite down, whispering pleas. his demeanour switches, seemingly not being able to control himself at feeling you clench down on him. so soft and warm, he just starts moving faster, his hips stuttering, watching your face to make sure it’s okay.

“fuck…yes…shit…james…feels so good” your words escaping as whines as you stare up at him. you could see his expression become more desperate as soft moans tumble from him. his grasp getting tighter and he grits his teeth.

“so good for me, god..shit i don’t know if i can hold back anymore. so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. drivin me insane”

you lean up and bite his earlobe before whispering “so don’t. i can handle it.”

it was like something had snapped in him, he heaves your thighs up over his waist and hastily shoving a pillow underneath you. slamming his hips into yours and grabbing your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave bruises for sure. your hands reach up and tug at his white hair, your sounds only growing louder which was like music to his ears. he was out of control, slamming back down on you and pulling out before repeating the process, like it was his own first time too.

“fuck look so good taking me , honey. you like that? getting fucked so hard by this fat old cock? hm? gushing round me baby.”

“yes yes fuck fuck…i can’t” you whine, in a stroke of adrenaline you guide his hand back to your clit, pushing yourself further on him. he gladly continues swirling, his fingers moving at the same pace as his hips. hitting you so deep you could feel it in your stomach.

“gonna cum in you, pretty boy. wanna make you remember this forever, gonna ruin you for anybody else.”

this sends you into primal need, borderline fucking yourself on him as you whimper in his ear.

“fuck yeah, fucking ruin me. fill me. need it so bad james…so fucking close.”

“god you are fucking filthy i love it” he growls, slamming harder into you, his body not being able to hold back. his thrusts become messy as you chase that high together. whispering obscenities to each other and grabbing at wherever you can reach.

the sensation comes faster than you’d ever felt before, like a rollercoaster dropping down a peak, your legs begin to shake and you scream out his name. he takes this as a challenge and moves at an impossible pace, cumming hard inside. growling in your ear and pulling at your hair lightly.

“so fucking good, darl. oh fuck I can’t get enough. no, i think i’ll be seeing more of you. mm ill teach you everything.”

#this was a long one!#i hope its good #i had to take so maby breaks aaaaa #him being so sweet and attentive #interested in your hobbies #god im gay please help me #yes mr hetfield #teaching you everything 🤭#tried my best to give detail!!#age gap is so hot idk #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield x masc reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x genderfluid reader #axl’s thoughts #jaymz #need him so bad #metallica

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