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iamnotawomanimagod · 10 days
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I love over-analyzing media and I have pulled magnificent theories and headcanons out of my ass on the tiniest crumbs in other fandoms before BUT
y'all might be taking this improvised comedy show that is greatly determined by dice rolls a little too seriously
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fromtheseventhhell · 6 months
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reading some of the comments from your "sansa and arya are their own characters" post that supposed sansa fans are going irate over, and omg!
first it's sansa is ned 2.0 and arya is cat 2.0, but now we've got "only jon has any meaningful connection to lyanna" they're are absolutely obsessed with making sure everyone perceive these characters as the one-dimensional tropes as they do🤣🤣🤣
finger-wagging arya fans about how they're soooooo above the stark sisters drama (yet suspiciously have to mention their (1) sansa/lyanna pleading connection lol) and then coming in cold with fourth grade reading level analysis and getting affronted when no one's mind is blown by it.
All I can do is laugh cause they literally couldn't make a single cohesive, consistent point if their lives depended on it. They just throw out whatever fanon is most popular that week in their echo chambers and pray they don't have any run-ins with canon lol. That person was such a clown for jumping into the comment with "Uhhhh Ned actually compares Lyanna and Sansa so" like it was a gotcha and then pretending they don't care about the "fanom drama" once they got corrected. Same thing with the rest of the circus in my replies; I ask them for books quotes to support their claims, it's crickets. I ask that person why they even commented on my post if they were so above fandom drama, it's crickets. They're so used to acting like they own the fandom that they can't handle the slightest pushback (or even seeing a post they disagree with 😂). That's why they block and repost screenshots instead of actually engaging or jumping on posts in pairs, they're scared of people calling out their nonsense.
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lemonlimetoast · 2 years
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Ok so like many people have been like "oh the way ed looks at stede, the way stede looks at Ed, the way the look at each other" etc and yes very true
BUT it's important to me that they look at each other differently.
Everytime stede looks at Ed with love, it's like a look of relief and calmness and belonging (which fits with the theme of him not really feeling like he belongs as a fancy lad or as a pirate until he meets Ed).
Everytime (or a lot of the time) Ed looks at stede with love, it's a look of amazement and also just like idk how to describe this... But it makes sense because he's amazed at how much stede can bring into his life and be so new and genuine and how someone like that could care so much about someone like him.
#finally tagging this one properly bc i have no personal post attached to it#ofmd#our flag means death#stede bonnet#ed teach#i dont know what to tell u guys im seriously deep in this show#and i took lit in hs#i forgot what was actually called#i think it's also interesting how stede presents himself as emotionally mature he still has a lot to learn about himself#and how he often doesnt do what he tells his crew which is to talk about it#like a lot of his convos w ed have undercurrents of him having background feelings#like the iconic tub cry scene hes very much there for him but also like ur not still gonna kill me tho right#which is fair#and the kiss scene where ed talks about running away he seems hesistant even before he gets threatened in the woods#and we as an audience know its his own insecurities but thats ed at his completely most vulnerable#hair down no beard white shirt no cool facade and having just explained his feelings and kissed stede#and he obviously perceives it as wow stede saw me at my most me and decided that he didn't like it and left#anyways I'm feeling so many normal emotions about this show its crazy /j#midnighttalk#BTW hair up is his fancy lad mask/shield/presentation and beard is that for pirating#which is why he starts hair down then as he wants to get fancier and esp for stede its up#then abandons it for stede and to be really himself#then down again bc hes fallen apart then down still because of his emo era and him not wanting anything to do with him anymore#beard is shorter bc he abandons jt fully for stede in 9 then gets stubble following that so its like piracy slowly creeping back#then w the makeup he forces it back on amd goes whole hog for piracy again#andd then cries jt off because he doesnt want to go back to who he was and in many ways cant#ok i keep adding onto these tags my bad but it also has to do with how ed ties sm of his self worth to stede after the fine things scene#and like in general but THATS really the pinpoint yk#and stede doesn't really change like that outwardly i think#also has to do w how for stede its about belonging and and for ed its about who he is fundamentally..... and for both its about living
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neverendingford · 11 months
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#friendship arc over. time for your regularly scheduled unfriending of all new social contacts#the problem with making friends is that if you're not actually making good friends then they're not worth the energy they cost#I have a limited amount of mana and low value friends with high mana cost are simply not worth keeping in my deck.#I'm never going to get anywhere spending my energy on people who provide nothing in return#yes altruism is good. yes we give and love and grow#but I cannot give without recharge. I cannot love if I am not loved in return.#I can't hold a conversation if you never talk back#it's not a date if only one of us shows up#sorry. I'm in a mood cause I'm watching Arcane and honestly I might be vibing with Jinx a little too hard#I could keep talking but the problem is people read these now. you see me now. you see me hurt. you see me scream and cry and bleed#do you remember the night I rambled about Mononoke? I talked about ego death and how my whole world was spinning#I couldn't see straight and I could barely sit up#I poisoned myself. did you know that? I tell everyone I cut my veins because that's easier#easier than telling them that I put my chemistry skills to good use that night. natural oils and pills from the local pharmacy#all in neat little capsules homemade#I make everything myself. food. lanyard. comb. gloves. even shoes one time.#I've made my skin a hundred times over. I counted one time. you know that? I counted how many scars I have.#give me a second I'm gonna make art now#tag talk
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me, out of nowhere thinking about how when jemma got back from maveth and daisy came to see her and brought daisies as a gift and also a reminder of her name but daisies also symbolize hope....... and daisy helped save her and bring her back home and literally gave her hope again
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dancerofhyrule · 2 years
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Love how Tumblr decides not to show my art in certain tags yet it will show a text post no one cares about that got less than 5 likes
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astonmartinii · 8 days
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cutie patooties | max verstappen social media au
pairing: max verstappen x fem leclerc!reader
just them terrorising the world with their cuteness (and collecting the younger drivers)
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | SMALL BUSINESS
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yourusername: he loves redline more than me 🙄
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user1: obsessed with how she's like "oh you wanna ship max with my brother" and then takes lestappen out back and shoots them
user2: as she should, she's the cutest leclerc by far
yourusername: true 😙
maxverstappen1: double true 😘
charles_leclerc: die.
yourusername: erm consider your ass REPORTED THIS IS HARASSMENT
maxverstappen1: did you just threaten my girlfriend ????
charles_leclerc: and what?
maxverstappen1: pull up, i'm outside
charles_leclerc: ???? leave ????
maxverstappen1: no i'm deadass don't disrespect my gf 😤😤😤
charles_leclerc: it's my SISTER
yourusername: when he's protective 😛😛😛
user3: screaming, crying, throwing up over the keychain
user4: i need someone *cough, cough* them to recreate it 🥸
landonorris: YOU WENT TO THE LEGO STORE WITHOUT ME? YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD?
yourusername: watch your tone
maxverstappen1: god forbid i want to spend time with my GIRLFRIEND on a DATE
landonorris: that's not a valid excuse
yourusername: also bold of you to assume you're our favourite child when oscar, yuki and logan are right there
oscarpiastri: snooze you lose lando
yukitsunoda0511: suck on that lando
logansargent: i'm just happy to be included
landonorris: damn...
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maxverstappen1: spent the weekend bothering my girlfriend's brother, what about you?
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user9: the way charles put his ferrari cap on y/n only for max to throw it into the crowd and put his own on her head instead
user10: those who know max's attachment to his caps, this is big.
yourusername: winning looks so sexy oh my
maxverstappen1: blushing like a motherfucker
yourusername: skip the debrief? they won't notice?
maxverstappen1: i think they might notice the driver of the race they're analysing not being there
yourusername: show them the pic i just sent you, they can't say no to my puppy dog eyes
maxverstappen1: helmut said fuck off 💔
yourusername: tell him i have a present for him (it's a pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a pamphlet for caskets)
user11: @yourusername winning IS sexy, tell your bf to tell charles win
yourusername: if charles wins it's suddenly decidedly unsexy, this isn't game of thrones babe
charles_leclerc: you ARE annoying that's right
maxverstappen1: annoyingly sexy
charles_leclerc: no comment, we're going to be family at some point soon
maxverstappen1: DAMN RIGHT WE ARE
yourusername: if you think we're annoying now, oh boy.
user12: i need max and y/n to be engaged right this fucking moment
user13: i think it would actually make my year
user14: after the championship win queen @maxverstappen1 ?
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yourusername: @ the person who asked how much max weighs... god will deal with you
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user15: i'm obsessed with how obsessed they are with each other
user16: is max's wardrobe all red bull merch and t-shirts dedicated to y/n?
maxverstappen1: yes 😌
danielricciardo: i saw the clip... the time stamp was 3am - we RACE TODAY?
yourusername: i am happy to support my man's hobby
danielricciardo: yes but you also don't have to race with that man on three hours of sleep
yourusername: be real daniel, the only time you'll be close to max is when he laps you xxx
danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME??? MAX YOU GONNA LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TALK TO YOUR FIRST LOVE LIKE THAT?
maxverstappen1: bold of you to assume you were my first love
danielricciardo: did on the couch mean nothing to you?
maxverstappen1: soz buddy this is a childhood friends to lovers narrative right now (and we were already together by the time i was at red bull)
charles_leclerc: WHAT?
yourusername: spare me the dramatics, you guys were deep in the ANGST and then austria happened so really it's your own fault that it took as long as it did
user17: one comment section where the girls aren't fighting? impossible.
oscarpiastri: omg the shirts look so good y/n !!
yourusername: we're ✨graphic designers✨
maxverstappen1: does having a dashingly handsome model help
yourusername: of course !!!!!
oscarpiastri: i'm not going to answer that question
maxverstappen1: :(
oscarpiastri: on another thought - yes!
yourusername: @landonorris this is why he's one of the favourites
landonorris: i'm not talking to yall
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maxverstappen1: weekend off racing means shenanigans and late night streaming
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user20: i know whatever poor soul went for dinner with them hated every second
yukitsunoda0511: working on being the favourite of the favourite children 🫡 and they paid for my meal at a really cool italian restaurant
oscarpiastri: game on
yourusername: so who is the lady and who is the tramp?
danielricciardo: THAT'S A TRICK QUESTION MAX DON'T ANSWER IT
maxverstappen1: you're not a lady... you're a queen 😘
yourusername: did you just fail the test, successfully?
danielricciardo: you smooth motherfucker
yourusername: stole your red bull drive and your nickname @carlossainz55
carlossainz55: why am i catching strays?
yourusername: bored ❤️
user21: y/n really be like "oh the season's boring cause my bf wins everything? let me make it interesting by shading every driver on the grid"
maxverstappen1: do NOT give her a challenge
charles_leclerc: can you PLEASE stop taking such lovey dovey gross ass photos maman keeps getting them printed and I AM GETTING MOVED OFF OF THE MANTEL PIECE I AM ON THE BOOKSHELF, THIS FACE IS A MANTEL PIECE FACE NOT A BOOKSHELF FACE
yourusername: not reading all of that, i'm happy for you or sad that happened x
charles_leclerc: MAX DO SOMETHNG
maxverstappen1: step your pussy up bro
yourusername: when he catches your lingo >>
charles_leclerc: i am a VICTIM
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yourusername: invented babygirlism actually
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user22: y/n is so real for choosing a cute recent photo for herself and then just violating the guys
user23: she's funny as fuck for that
charles_leclerc: finally some fucking credit
yourusername: not everything can be about you all of the time 🤨
charles_leclerc: don't make me an ankle-biter again you're PUSHING ME
sebastianvettel: knew you were an ankle biter
yourusername: LOL
charles_leclerc: no seb no! i didn't bite ankles, just y/n's and that doesn't count
user24: what the fuck is going on here
maxverstappen1: you are the most babygirl to ever babygirl
danielricciardo: i think i had a stroke reading that
yourusername: awwwww you're so cute maxy
maxverstappen1: knew you were the one for me when we first met karting, you taught me the babygirl ways
yourusername: and you're delivering
oscarpiastri: you guys can't see but he's blushing so bad right now
landonorris: are you just attached to them
yourusername: yes he is, a babygirl in training
user25: how do i get adopted by y/n and max?
maxverstappen1: no but for real i love you, even if we are lumbered with your brother
yourusername: i love you too xxx
charles_leclerc: *brothers
maxverstappen1: nope arthur and lorenzo are sound
charles_leclerc: fUCK OFF :(((((((
FIN.
note: heyyyyyy you guysssss! we all know i have a soft spot for these two (plus oscar and alex) so i wanted to put out a little thing to celebrate 5k! thank you so much for following and reading my work, hope you enjoyed xx
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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HSR MEN WITH PREGNANT READER, PRETTY PLEASE?? I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH
Ok, I'm not gonna lie, pregnancy is fun to write about cause I make it all fluffy, but the thought of actually being pregnant someday scares me.
Pairing: Blade, Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, cravings, kissing, cuddles, massage, reassurance, shopping, picking names
A/N: Getting back into the swing of things I think.
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Blade didn't want kinds at first, he could never imagine himself as a father nor was he any good with kids in the first place. It takes two to make a kid so he couldn't exactly be angry at you or flat out tell you to get rid of it because he think he'll be a bad dad. It took him time to warm up to the idea. You could see as you were further along that he began to get more and more involved and attentive to your needs. One night when you woke up to go to the bathroom you felt his hand resting protectively over the baby bump. He didn't say anything about it after but he did to it again every time after, providing silent comfort and protection.
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Caelus knew both of you wanted kids so when the news came he was already ready to stop going on missions for a while and stay with you. Would do a lot of shopping for you and the baby, from clothes, to food to the furniture for the baby room. He would sometimes make mistakes and get the wrong thing but it was very endearing of him to try as hard as he does. Everyone finds out almost immediately because he can't stop calling you when he is away from you so you get a lot of visits from his friends and teammates who also bring you all kinds of gifts.
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Dan Heng can't get you pregnant because he's not fertile but he isn't opposed to having kids with you in some way. At first he thought about adoption but you said you wanted to give birth instead. That was also fine although he was a little more scared just because he heard how taxing in can be for your body. Because of that he was very careful, almost too careful when you began showing. He was eve scared to touch your belly and had awe and wonder written all over his face when he felt the baby kicking. His doting also translated to many, many massage and sometimes even make out sessions where his hands just can't stop rolling over your stomach.
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Gepard wouldn't have married you if you didn't want kids. That was one of the first things he informed you of even before you started dating. He wanted to be a father some day. When you told him you were pregnant he actually broke down crying from happiness. It was overwhelming and the next hours was spent kissing, crying and talking about everything you'll need. He loved to go shopping for baby clothes and would often advocate for those cute armor themed onsies and buying toy swords. Might be shy when it comes to singing in public but he will gladly sing against your stomach every night, or tell the baby stories of the criminals and heroes he met in his time Guard Captain.
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Jing Yuan would notice because almost all of his pets would pay extra attention to you and nuzzle against your stomach. His suspicions would be confirmed when walked into his office and without saying a word placed his hand over your stomach. To hell with any meetings he had for the rest of the day, this was cause for celebration. You called him daddy as a joke but now he's gonna be an actually daddy, which was pretty funny to him. Would stay up at night and write down name suggestions which would progressively get shorter the closer you got to your due date so by the time the baby was here you already had the name picked out.
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Welt gets called a father of the team quite a bit so it was time he actually lived up to that title by having a kid of his own. Truth be told he was a little nervous going into this because he was never truly able to settle down, always finding something to do, somewhere to go but now that he's thinking about a future where he has a baby with the one he loves his priorities are changing. He is still a slight workaholic but he's always home on time, or even surprising you and coming home early buying you the food you told him you wanted and stocking up and things he knows you'll need when you have to go to the hospital.
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cartierre · 4 days
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FORZA FERRARI, SEMPRE | op81
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SOCIAL MEDIA!AU oscar piastri x male!italian!reader (fc: lorenzo zurzolo)
side note: reader is the son of famous italian actress monica bellucci side note pt2: i missed doing smaus and i've missed you guys!
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y/n_bellucci i bleed red quite literally
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user1 i'm so glad y/n finally attended an f1 race ⤷ user2 i only got into f1 because he cannot shut up about ferrari for life
user3 he's one of the few celebs i allow to be invited to f1 races
scuderiaferrari forza ferrari, sempre ❤️ ⤷ y/n_bellucci ❤️🏎️
user4 he will never shut up about this
user5 i just know my babyboy was blushing when talking to charles and carlos
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lando.jpg afterparty chaos
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user6 is this y/n?
user7 y/n attending one race and becoming friends with the drivers is so wattpad coded
user8 the comments being full of y/n is so real ⤷ y/n_bellucci stealing the show wherever i go
user9 i need more silly, goofy content of the drivers
user10 just once in my life i wanna party with them
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y/n_bellucci what's scarier: my costume or you not knowing anything about my dating situation?
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user11 i'm glad you're having fun trolling us but we're in desperate need of some clarification ⤷ user12 in dire need fr
user13 nah cuz i can't blame the mclaren driver you're hot omg
landonorris since i know about your dating life, i'd say dating life ⤷ y/n_bellucci ouch :(
user14 lando's comment is taking me out
user15 smash
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y/n_bellucci glad to know someone who lives in a country where it's summer while the rest of the world is freezing ;)
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user16 UHM OSCAR? what a twist omg
user17 omg oscar being the boyfriend has me in tears i'm so happy!
user18 no like i'm actually crying over my two babies i'm so proud of you!!! <3
oscarpiastri so now i'm just "someone you know" ⤷ y/n_bellucci i mean we haven't really discussed the terms yet...
user19 omg are my new parents already fighting over their relationship titles? ⤷ user20 if this ends before it started i'm gonna cry
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y/n_bellucci glad to have a boyfriend who lives in a country where it's summer while the rest of the world is freezing ;)
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y/n_bellucci better now? oscarpiastri ⤷ oscarpiastri better
user21 who would've thought that oscar is so sassy i love it ⤷ y/n_bellucci i'm victim of the sassy men apocalypse
user22 i'm already in love with the two
user23 aaaaaahhhhhh
landonorris now i don't have to keep it a secret anymore ⤷ y/n_bellucci cuz you had it so hard hiding our relationship
user24 y/n and oscar both being sassy men... i love the chaos already
user25 i'm just thinking about y/n's mum having social media as well so who knows if she saw the whole oscar saying he'd smash her... like why is no one talking about that?
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andraxicated · 2 years
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fantasy, fantasy~
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Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader
Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.
Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part
a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.
wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.
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Pierro
as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.
you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.
little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.
you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"
when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"
after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.
Dottore
during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.
he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.
"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.
ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.
years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.
he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"
Pantalone
with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.
you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.
it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.
"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.
pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.
"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.
Childe
this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.
"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."
'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"
plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?
"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.
"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.
Scaramouche
he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.
did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.
he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'
what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.
in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.
he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.
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[❤️‍🔥💪] "𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱?" [💪❤️‍🔥] PART 2
top!Lucas/Wong Yukhei x bottom!male reader
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Genre: smut. -18 DNI.
WC: 1,4k
tags: car sex, semi public sex, Lucas looks like out of FraternityX, "bro" treatment, friends to lovers/fwb, first time / virgin reader, male reader, slight feminization ("pussy" used a few times), coming inside, anal, Lucas disobeys reader pleadings.
All individuals consent.
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"So, you won't leave until you cum, you know that bro, right?", Lucas said, patting your ass. "W-Well, not gonna lie, I'm hard as fuck... Just, a tiny push and I'll cum", you said, grabbing your cock about to stroke, until Lucas stopped you. "That's what I was thinking of doing to you, some pushes", he smirked.
"Bro, you're gonna fuck my hole?", you said, surprised. Very in the deep, although, that was what you've been wishing for years. "Come on, don't fake it bro. You want it, I want it. I've read the male gspot is deep inside their boypuss- I mean, rectums", he said, goofily trying to convince you.
"... fine...", you agreed, lowering your pants just enough to let your butt out. "Get on all fours you slu- I mean, bro", Lucas said, hard again and so wishing to fuck you. You obeyed, and got on your knees on the backseats to then bend over gripping the cushions.
"Please don't be rough bro, also remember we're in college...", you said, worried and taking a big breath. Lucas smirked, "don't worry, it's not like the campus parking lot isn't like a love hotel anyways". "You're a pervert", you said, nervously.
Lucas, smiling goofily, looking so fckng handsome with those hard abs, tan skin and muscley arms that are now gripping your ass, started slapping the tip of his dick on your hole. "Don't be rough bro I beg you, it's my first time anyways...", you said, truly worried as you know how Lucas likes to fuck since he has told you about it in the past. "Shh, shh, stop being such a crying faggot, now deep breath...", he said, his remark shocking you and actually make you obey even more.
Lucas put just the tip of his huge dick inside of your hole. "S-Stop, that's good enough already", you moaned. "It's not even halfway in bro, I can't feel anything", he said, pushing a little bit further. "F-Fuck", you moaned, already sweating a bit. "Come on bro, you got this", Lucas said, pushing even further. "J-Just put it all in alread- FUCK", you groaned, as Lucas did just that the moment you pronounced those words.
"I'm gonna start fucking you know, okay?", he said, already thrusting in and out. "G-God, fuck", was all you could moan, while you felt your hole and guts being all stretched for Lucas huge dick. It was painful, but in the end: you're having what you wished forever. Lucas inside of you feel amazing. That intimacy you've been craving for is reaching its peak.
Lucas set a slow pace at first; but his thrusts were aggresive and on-spot. Your prostate already was being hit constantly, making your legs tremble and getting you addicted to that strange feeling in your lower abs. "You like that bro? Like this cock in your ass?", Lucas said, now thrusting a bit more quick. "Y-Yeah, fuck, b-but don't go that quick", you said, heavily breathing, still shocked by how huge that dick is impaling your hole. Nevertheless, Lucas didn't pay attention to what you said; instead, he started fucking you faster.
"L-Lucas, f-fuck", you said, moaning while you feel your hole being abused so good. "Such a slut for my dick, fuck, this pussy so tight", he said, in such sexy voice that it felt like candies to your ear. "W-What the hell are you say- FUCK", you said, when you got interrumpted by a really powerful thrust of Lucas. He kept quickening up the pace, making your prostate get more and more stimulated. That was already showing in your dick, that got really hard.
You saw some passerbies nearby. "B-Bro, they're gonna see, slow down the pace or something, f-fuck", you groaned, worried. Lucas didn't even reply; he kept fucking your hole relentlessly. You saw those passerbies far away doing shock and laughing faces. A car swinging side to side with the windows fogging could only mean one thing. "Fuck Lucas, they realis- A-AH~", you moaned, Lucas hitting your prostate so good your mind suddenly turned numb.
Your sweet spot was feeling so good a natural smile came up in your face, with a feeling that you are now craving more and more. "F-Fuck, bro, y-yes~ k-keep going" you said, thirsty for more and more dick. Lucas kept thrusting his huge and thick dick inside of you. "Yeah, take all this dick, come on, you a fucking slut bro, God, if I knew you were such a faggot I'd have ruined this tight hole of yours earlier", he groaned, bending over to kiss your neck while smacking your ass.
You naturally started to jerk off as you felt Lucas railing your hole frenziedly. It'd take you just some seconds to start coming. "B-Bro, I can't hold it in, f-fuck", you groaned. "You're gonna cum bro? Come on, do it, come to my fucking dick abusing you", Lucas moaned.
You stroked your dick faster but there was no need for that; Lucas furiously fucked your hole so good your sweet spot orgasmed, making your cock start milking cum all over Lucas' car windows and seat, while your moans turned high-pitched and your face showed such happiness and perversion. "I'm coming~", you moaned, your dick and hole feeling so good while your mind goes crazy, just focusing on how good you feel right now.
The long strands of thick milky fluid finished coming out of your penis; while your climax was still ongoing, Lucas voice interrupted you. "I'm gonna fucking come now, fuck, you're so fucking tight babe", Lucas said, treating you just like he treats all of those girls he usually enjoy to fuck. "A-Ah~", you kept moaning, feeling your hole getting so loose due to Lucas fucking you rough as fuck.
"I-I'm gonna breed you~, I'm gonna fucking breed you~", Lucas groaned. "W-Wait, a-ah~", you wanted to interrupt him. Coming inside wasn't what you guys agreed on to start with. But Lucas was so thirsty for your hole he did just that. "FUUUCK~", he said, with a powerful thrust, putting his seed all deep inside of you, so much cum you can feel your sweet spot wet and warm. "G-God~", you moaned breathily. "Oh~ Ohh~", Lucas groaned, thrusting very slow, as he dropped himself over you and started to make out with you.
After some minutes of making out with Lucas dick inside of you, he pulled out. He spreaded your buttchecks, "squirt it out, bro", he said. You hesitantly did so, his cum starting to flow out of your hole. "Fuck yeah, that pussy got bred as fuck", he smirked. "Bro, stop...", you said, annoyed. "Give me something to clean myself up", you told him. "Here", he said, bending over behind your ass and starting to lick his own cum out of your buttcrack. "Damn bro, fuck~", you wanted to protest, but his tongue in your hole felt so good. He grabbed you by your nape and pulled you in a kiss, sharing his cum mouth to mouth until you both swallowed.
You raised your pants and so did him. You both realised what just happened. The backseats and windows have cum in them; and the rest of the windows are all fogged up. "Bro I fucking told you to not be rough nor come inside", you told him, playfully. "I just couldn't hold myself in, sorry", he sighed. "It's okay... damn I hope we didn't get reported", you said, kinda worried. "Nah, it's okay. I already have two reports because of fucking in my car here. They don't do shit", Lucas said, reassuring you. "Bro..." you said, giggling at that fact.
Lucas stopped for a second, serious. "Hey, no one should know about this, okay?", he said. "You don't tell anyone neither...", you agreed. "Got it", he assured. "Well, it's not like some people didn't see...", you gave a second thought. "They were far away!! They didn't see shit!", he said, suddenly so worried you laughed back. "Right, right", you say, while you both go to the front seats.
"Let's do this more often, bro", Lucas told you, smiling and giving you a quick smooch". "...definitely", you said, winking to him. "I'll take you home now. Take it as an apology for the breeding thing", he said, smirking. "It's not like you want to stay at my place to play with my PlayStation tho...", you mentioned. "You got me in that one", he laughed.
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The Finer Details
Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter fem! Reader
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MDNI 18+
(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)
Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..
Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔
Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare
Author Note: I'm actually thinking I might be doing one chapter every other night, but I would also like to draw on my comically large art tablet at some point this week, so I might skip a day or two.
Cross posted onto AO3
Session 2: Color Matching
You partially regret just agreeing to "tomorrow", seeing as this man decided that he wanted to show up at 4am.
It was the original time set for yesterday's session, and you guess he felt bad for being late, but god damn he texted you an hour earlier telling you he'd be there by 4am. Dragging yourself out of the comfort of your bed was difficult, but in the end it was worth it to draw such a stunner.
You had to get there before Leon did, so there you were; half awake, dressed in a pair of fuzzy pants and a loose t-shirt, and a small cup of tea in your right hand while the other fumbled with the keys to your little work room.
That was the greatest part about your job as a professional painter. You didn't have a dress code.
Though most days you did try to look your best, some days it was just easier to be comfortable. Besides, it's not like tons of people come and see you everyday, it was usually just one person at a time.
It was 3:47am by the time you'd gotten to your workspace and settled, sitting on one of the many floor pillows in the living area you put together away from the actual painting setup. The tea was warm, it was keeping you sleepy, but you couldn't stop taking small sips. It was in your hands, there wasn't much you could do to stop yourself.
You told Leon to just come on in when he arrived, not wanting to walk all the way back down just to lead him back up. The stiffness from sleep was still in parts of your body, so you knew it would be difficult to get up, even when he did finally stride through that door. He dressed nicely today, just what you needed him to do.
Wanting to relish in the dim yet warm lighting of your various lamps for as long as possible, you beckoned the man to come over and sit with you, which confused him slightly. He thought you would be ready to get started once he showed up, but he wasn't one to argue so early in the morning. Instead, he shrugged and slowly sauntered over to you, taking a seat on a floor pillow across from yours.
"Good morning." Leon grumbled quietly, his voice barely hiding the fact that he wasn't quite awake either. That rumble in his chest made your stomach flutter. "Good morning to you, too." You responded, closing your eyes for a moment to take another sip of your tea.
"When uh-" He cleared his throat, putting a fist up to his mouth as he did so. "When are we gonna get started?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, moving the cup away from your lips to stare at him. "I wasn't expecting to be up so early, so just give me a few more minutes to wake up and then we can turn my main lights on."
Leon sucked on his teeth as he thought, turning his head to look over out one of the windows as he rested his wrists on his knees. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to make up for being late yesterday."
You laughed softly before letting out a quiet sigh, setting your tea down on the low coffee table sitting behind you.
"Don't worry about it, but also don't make me get up so early again, old man." You attempted to joke, immediately noticing the wince on his face at the nickname. To divert, you stood up and stretched, patting his shoulder as you walked by him. "Alright, let me pull my stuff out and then we can get started."
Leon followed you with his head, taking a few seconds before standing up himself, pressing his hands onto his knees to help get up from the floor pillow.
"I'm just going to be color matching your tones today. I won't do all of it since obviously lighting changes throughout the day, buuuut..." You trailed off, beginning to rummage through a drawer in one of your desks before pulling out handfuls of paint tubes. "I just need to pull out the basic colors I'll be using."
It was still pretty dim in the room which caused you to have to squint to see the names of the colors on the tubes. Leon found that partially amusing, his chuckle causing you to glare playfully over at him. "Something funny?"
"As funny as it is to watch you go cross-eyed looking at those," he smiled, gesturing with his thumb to the light switches near the door. "I feel like it'd be easier to just turn the lights on."
"My retinas will be fried if those get turned on-" You were cut off by your own shout when Leon took the liberty of turning the lights on himself, laughing as you quickly moved to cover your eyes.
He only had to squint for a second before his eyes adjusted. You, however, were not expecting the sudden change, so you got an eyeful of bright white light. Complete and utter agony that lasted for a full five seconds.
By the time you moved your hands away from your eyes, they were watering and you had to squint for awhile longer. "Give me a warning next time you decide you want to try and murder me like that." You said, wiping away the few stray tears you'd produced from the light sensitivity. "You might live in the light, but I don't!"
The man shook his head and crossed his arms, smile still plastered to his face as he slowly made his way over to the chair in front of your easel. "That's payback for calling me an old man."
You twisted your head around to the chair so you could give him an indignant look, catching a glance as he was putting his hands up in defense with a small "what?" before you turned to look down at the tubes of paint sitting next to your hands on top of the desk.
"Nothing, just wasn't expecting to work with a toddler, that's all.." You mumbled, smile creeping onto your face as you heard him click his tongue from behind you. "I was an old man not five minutes ago and now I'm a toddler?" Leon asked, voice peaking dramatically.
"Yes, you have quite the range, Mr. Kennedy." You began sifting through the various paints you'd pulled out, humming softly as you contemplated what route you wanted to take with them. Stick to primaries? Add secondaries? Should I just use every color I need? Hmmm..
Leon watched as you stared at the paint tubes you'd picked up, tilting his head to the side slightly to try and get a better look. He snapped his head back upright when you started to speak again. "I'm trying to decide whether or not to use a lot of different colors, or just stick to a minimum.."
It was almost as if you knew what he was wondering. "Uhh... what's the difference...?" The man questioned, raising an eyebrow as you turned around, seemingly having made your decision already.
"Using just the main 6 colors-" You turned around and were faced with his very confused stare, causing you to explain a little better. "The main colors you see in a rainbow."
He breathed out a quiet "ahh" at that. Okay, good. He knows his basics. Cute...
"I can mix just red, blue, and yellow at varying degrees to get any color I need. Adding green, purple, and orange will help even more." You pursed your lips, lightly tossing the paint tubes in your hands before setting them down away from the other tubes. "I need white also. Damn.."
"What's wrong with white?" Leon asked, leaning forward a bit to watch you dig in the drawer for a tube of white oil paint.
"Nothin'. Just forgot, is all. Trying to keep this as authentic as possible..." You mumble, quickly closing the drawer with a slam after pulling out the paint you were looking for.
Silently nodding his head in acknowledgment, Leon turned his focus to his surroundings again, admiring your choice in decor once more. He bought a nice decorative pillow for his couch yesterday after being here the first time.
You grabbed a few strips of thick white paper, running your thumb along its textured surface before setting them down. You told him to stay where he was as you set up a small art palette, little dollops of the paints sitting neatly in the circular grooves.
"I'm gonna make color swatches of your skin for myself." You spoke up as you suddenly turned and walked towards him, holding the palette in your left hand while holding the strips of paper and a small yet flat paintbrush in the right. "Also, I'll need to get a picture of you in the position you want, but I'll do that after all of-" you waved everything you're currently holding in a small circle. "-this."
Leon simply responded with an "oh, okay", his knee beginning to bounce as you quickly began to mix little bits of your paint together to get a simple pale skin tone down before you even attempted to match his.
As you worked, you were starting to grow nervous with the silence, and clearly the man in front of you was as well, given he had started to sweat slightly on his forehead. He wasn't nearly as conversational as the last two agents you painted.
"So.. you've earned yourself a portrait..." You smiled slightly, holding up the strip of paper you'd brushed your mixed paint on to see what colors to mix in next. "What'd you do to earn one?"
Leon hummed. It was hard to think about every mission he's gone on, all the horrors he bore witness to, the people he saved, the people he couldn't save, how it all started, and now the fact that he's done-
"Hey, woah, I'm sorry." The sound of your voice drew him away from his thoughts. "I didn't know that would be a.. sore subject for you." He blinked at you a few times, furrowing his eyebrows soon after. "What?"
You pulled the strip of paper away from his face, pulling your lips tight with a shrug of your shoulders at his response. "You suddenly looked mad. Like... really really mad. I thought you were gonna snap at me or-"
"No. It's just bittersweet, is all." Leon cut you off, waving his hand dismissively at you before nodding once down to the paint palette in your hand. "You can keep going."
You stayed frozen in your crouched position for a few seconds longer before continuing to swatch your paint. You kept silent, not wanting to seem like you were antagonizing him.
"I used to be just a cop." The man suddenly said, causing you to look up from where you were mixing your paints together. "Only for a single day, but I was a cop. Simple as can be."
You nodded, beckoning him to continue with a small smile, which he did. "I'm sure you've heard about some of that already though, since you worked with Claire not too long ago."
His comment caused you to let out a small "ohh" in sudden recognition, nodding your head again. "Yeah, that's right! She mentioned you on that, okay.."
Leon continued to talk about all of his missions vaguely, still having to keep confidentiality in mind. You let him drone on, having gotten his skin tone matched in a few different areas now. You stopped to scribble on the papers with the paint swatches, making sure to label where each tone came from on his face and hands.
You took note of how he circled back to his single day as a cop and to certain missions. His mention of saving the president's daughter had you immediately smiling. That was a straight ticket to earning his own portrait in that hall of the White House, he could've done just that his entire life and he still would've been seeing you at some point.
You focused on mixing your paint for a little while before noticing he had grown quiet, looking up to see him staring out the window, a faint orange glow from the sun rising highlighting his features. And his tears.
Growing concerned once again, you set down the paintbrush on the palette so you could place a gentle hand on his shoulder. It seemed he didn't notice that, too lost in his head to notice anything at this point.
"Hey..." You asked with a soft voice, your eyebrows furrowing with worry. "We don't have to talk about it anymore, you know..."
Finally, Leon looked back at you, eyes widening once he realized how watery his eyes were. He turned his head away so you didn't watch him wipe the tears that had fallen down his cheeks and use his sleeve to dry his eyes. It wasn't like him to be so easily bothered by this stuff.
"I just need one more color swatch and then you can go, okay? We can save the photo for another day." You gave the man a weak smile, one he didn't reciprocate. You understood.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but you filled in for him. "Seriously, it's no trouble at all. If you need more time then you need more time." Standing up from your crouched position, you left your half-finished color match swatch with the finished ones before walking over to set everything down on the desk.
You didn't want to crowd the poor man. That was probably the last thing he needed. Despite having only painted for a select few, you've learned to just step away from these retired agents when things would go awry. It was akin to a war veteran suffering from PTSD; they did almost have the same experiences as far as you could tell.
"I'm sorry."
Leon finally managed to say to you, his hands anxiously rubbing up and down on the tops of his thighs. Must be a nervous tick.
You angled yourself so you could see him while your body still faced the desk, smiling at him while your hands worked to neatly stack the strips of paper before clipping them together with a paper clip.
"There's absolutely no reason for you to apologize." You kept your smile as you responded to Leon, looking back down at your hands to make sure everything was put together properly. "You forget I strictly work with agents like yourself. From all the vague tellings, I know that the job is tough on you guys; body and mind."
It was weird having someone outside of the agency talk to him about this kind of stuff. It was weird for him to be bringing it up in the first place. Or, at least he felt like it was.
"Still, I should know better than to do that." Leon sighed, rubbing his hand along the side of his face before stroking his chin, scratching at the stubble growing.
"Know better than to do what? Let yourself process everything you've been through?" You spoke in almost a whisper. If your tone was any louder, you fear you'd come off as accusatory.
"I get it. Really, I do." Leon groaned quietly at your words, causing you to click your tongue. You grabbed your swivel chair and scooted it over so you could sit in front of him, and when you did, you brought your legs up to sit criss-cross just like yesterday, only there wasn't a table separating the two of you. You looked solemn. He didn't like where this was going.
"The whole point of painting you a portrait is to honor you and your work as an agent, but it's not just about getting yourself painted." You leaned forward in your chair, elbows resting on your knees, all the while keeping your voice hushed and gentle. "Seeing the portrait once it's finished is going to be an incredibly emotional ordeal. It's a reminder that this is truly the end of an era for you, Mr. Kennedy..."
Your words were really starting to strike a chord for Leon. He hadn't given it much thought. He didn't want to give it any thought at all. All he thought was "I'm just going to get myself a nice fancy portrait and be done with it". He didn't even consider what the portrait of him would actually symbolize.
"Oh." Was all Leon could muster, letting his gaze fall into his lap where his hands now sat clasped together. If it weren't for the comfortable environment you had set up here, he probably would've bolted ages ago.
You let him think everything over for awhile, wanting to give him all the time in the world. Clearly he needed something, but he wasn't allowing himself any sort of leeway.
It took some courage building internally, but you decided to stand up, taking the one step closer to him before placing your hand on his shoulder once more. You squeezed it a bit, bringing his attention back to you as he lifted his head up.
You attempted to smile at him, moving your hand off his shoulder so you could hold your arms out slightly. This man needed a hug and you were more than willing to offer the leeway he wasn't granting himself.
Leon stood up rather quickly which surprised you, and startled you just a bit, before feeling his large arms tightly wrap around you. It was a little awkward since he had to bend a bit to hug you properly, but it worked out in his favor, and yours too, since he got a better opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck.
He sighed happily when he felt your arms slowly wrap around his chest, doing your best to squeeze him for that extra bit of comfort, even rubbing up and down on his back. It had been so long since he had a real hug. It felt good.
You let him hug you for as long as he needed, which was longer than expected, but definitely not unwelcome by any means. Though, his warm breath against your neck and the smell of his cologne was causing you to blush. That's really the last thing you needed him to see after being so vulnerable and open with you.
You felt him start to pull his head away, prompting you to pat his back gently as an end to the hug. Despite the fact that it was faint, it was clear to you that he was blushing when you were finally able to look up at him.
You wanted to remain calm for Leon, letting out your nervousness through a quiet cough. "I know we've only met up twice, but if you ever need a change in scenery, just know that my workspace here is always open to you. I'm always open to you, okay?"
Your words were making him feel weird. Something he hasn't felt in a long time was creeping up his chest. Your smell lingering on his coat wasn't helping, either.
"Yeah-.. yeah, okay." Leon huffed through his nose, reaching up to scratch at the stubble underneath his jawline as he averted his gaze to the floor.
The sun was fully up now, so you walked over to where the light switches were next to the door, flipping them off. All your other ambient lights could be turned off later. For now, you needed to focus on the man still standing in front of that maroon chair.
"You can stay if you feel you need to, but I just want you to relax." You said, looking over at him as you heard his footsteps slowly walk past you to the living space.
"I'll head out." Leon bent over and grabbed his motorcycle helmet from where he'd set it down on the rug near the floor pillows. He placed his on his head as he walked over to where you stood next to the door, not really wanting anyone to look at his tear-stricken and red face any longer.
Once he finished fiddling with his helmet, you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, patting the top of it softly. "Text me when you're ready to come back over."
You couldn't see Leon's face anymore since he'd put the visor down, but you could definitely see him nod his head. He opened the door and let himself out, touching the side of the doorframe as he rounded the sharp corner and walked down the stairs.
After closing the door behind him, you started walking around your workspace to turn off all the lamps and other ambient lighting, pausing to listen to the sound of his motorcycle start up and drive off.
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hisui-dreamer · 7 months
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rewrite the stars
Characters: Leona, Azul, Jade, Idia
Synopsis: if the stars say we're not meant to be, then why don't we just rewrite the stars?
Tags: horoscopes, reader is insecure, crack(?), fluff, comfort, not proofread
Word count: 1.4k+
Notes: rewrite the stars got stuck in my head then this idea popped up hehe
Disclaimer: i don't really know a lot about astrology, so most of the things i say are from google searches. in general, take astrology with a grain of salt yeah.
but also my sign and jade's sign are compatible hehehe
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it's not easy being confident in love, and sometimes when you get so lost in your fears, you let anyone and anything tell you what you fear to admit, without a care for how truthful those words may be.
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truthfully, if you were dead serious and broke up with him, he'd just grumble out a "whatever" and put up the façade that he doesn't care
but he'd actually be so mad at himself for pushing you away and how nothing in his life could ever go smoothly
but your eyes are swollen and tears are threatening to spill as you whisper those words
he silently approaches you, and instinctively reaches to brush your tears away, but his warm, calloused hand only makes you cry harder at how much you love the man before your eyes
he pulls you into his arms and holds you close as you sob into his chest
he doesn't say anything and waits for you to elaborate, there's a part of him that's afraid if he asked you why you wanted to break up with him, he couldn't bear how his own self-hatred
once you've calmed down, you start explaining how you two are incompatible in astrology, that he's a leo so it's easy for miscommunication to happen and other issues that have plagued you since you read about them
he's heard all this make believe astrology personality stuff before, but never before has he been glad of how ridiculous the idea is
you hear leona let out a big sigh, and the tension in his shoulders immediately lessens
pulls away from you to stare deep into your eyes, his face completely serious and solemn
"Herbivore, are you happy with me?" he asks. At you confused face, he repeats the question, his expression unchanging. When you nod firmly, he smiles slightly and asks again. "Then what else matters? As if I would let the souls of the past kings or some random star talk decide who I'm gonna love," he scowls at the idea. He leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. "You're stuck with me now, I'm not lettin' ya go that easily," he whispers.
He pulls you with him as he falls back onto the mattress, cradling you in his arms. "Sleep. You're not a baby anymore so don't go crying yourself to sleep," he teases, but he gently kisses the remainder of your tears away.
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azul.exe has stopped functioning
blubbering like a fish out of water (wait...) he's lost and hurt and confused and panicking all at the same time
"w-w-what have i done to upset you angelfish????"
the tweels walk into azuls office just to see the two of you crying and confused, azul trying to ask you why and he's sad and crying, you're stumbling over your words and sniffing and crying
ok after a glass of warm water (thank you jade) the two of you calm down to actually have a proper conversation, though azul is still very obviously tense
you explain that he's a Pisces and that means you two not compatible with how sensitive he is and he's a water sign and so on
azul is very confused about how stars can determine people's personalities, but he does fit the description of a Pisces, and if his beloved Angelfish is stressed over astrology, then it must be a reliable tell (azul no)
he asks for you to give him some time, to actually understand your reasonings and of course, to give him a chance and prove to you how willing he is to work out a relationship with you
the next day, azul visits you with very deep dark eye circles, but the glint in his eyes shows full determination and confidence
azul businessman mode on!
sits you down and pulls up a slideshow
azul ashengrotto is now an astrology expert!
he's determined to show you that you two have maximum compatibility and whatever issues you have? he'll always work them out with you
"Darling, you mentioned our Sun signs yesterday, but I think it's crucial to also discuss our rising, moon, and star signs." He declares as he points to a star chart. "Now, following the calculations of our birth dates and locations..."
An hour later, you sit completely convinced that astrology all but supports your relationship with Azul, and you can't help smile and jump into his arms. Azul, sleep deprived and running on anxiety, somehow manages to not fall over, but soon leans his weight on you. "See? We're perfectly compatible with each other," he murmurs against your ear. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you gently, "so please don't leave me, I wouldn't know what to do without you..."
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eyes wide slowly blinking like "... I beg your pardon?"
honestly jade doesn't look that surprised/hurt
but really he's suppressing the turmoil of emotions inside him
ever the logical thinker, he'd ask a calm "May I ask why, my dear?"
and you surprise him again with flowing tears and a trembling voice
though he's listening very patiently as he's diligently wiping away your tears with his handkerchief, soft careful movements to avoid causing discomfort
asks questions when he doesn't understand what in astrology is going on, genuinely making an effort to understand this field of academics
in a sense, he's distracting you from being upset with academic discussion
okay, he's a Scorpio, which makes him good at manipulating people??? and he's very bold??
now while he finds all this very interesting and slightly accurate, it still feels pretty whimsical that the time you're born in determines your personality
particularly as he's so different to Floyd! and they were born at the same time!
whichever the case, the more pressing issue is his dearest lover sniffing and whining that you could never be happy together with how incompatible you are
he pulls you into his chest for a bit, rubbing soothing circles into your back and leaving gentle kisses you until your sniffing quiets down
"Dearest, won't you look at me?" he murmurs against your ear. You look up to see the most tender expression you had ever seen on him, his mismatched eyes filled with warmth and affection.
"While it is indeed extremely unfortunate that our star signs are incompatible, I don't believe there's a single person out there who could love me better than you do," he says as he kisses your hand. "I promise that your happiness will always be my utmost priority, so won't you continue to love this silly eel?"
"Now, while I will always find you enchantingly beautiful, I do believe a smile shines the brightest on my lovely pearl," he smiles while brushing the remaining wetness away from your eyes.
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simply put, idia panics immediately
every day he thinks the fates have been far too kind to him for you to even reciprocate his feelings
he's always mentally preparing himself if you want to break up or you need to leave him
so he puts up a brave face when you say you can't be together
but wait... you actually look really upset and on the verge of tears???
"Hold up, why are you the one crying?"
please don't tell him those are tears of joy i think he'd die on the spot
through sobs and sniffs, you tell him that you were curious about your compatibility based on astrology
and okay...? he's a fire sign??? explains the hair
okay so you're telling him, you're breaking up with him solely because you think this thing might be right and not because you hate him, right?
brb gotta blow up some stars
starts mumbling about some plans to build space missiles and blow up some stars that make up his sign or something
he can't be an asparagus(??? idia no it's sagittarius doesn't matter) if the constellation no longer exists, right?
you stop him (thank god) by cupping both of his cheeks to make him stare straight at you
he's flushing up instantly and every fiber of his being yearned to turn away but your teary gaze makes him stop squirming
"You know," he begins, his voice earnest and steady, "everyday, I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. If you're unworthy of me, then I'm unworthy of you."
He lets out a chuckle, that rumble echoing right into your ear. "I suppose I can put those star destroyer blueprints on hold, at least for the time being. But if the stars ever mess with us again, it's game over for them."
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jiminiecrickets · 6 months
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jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist
wc. 2k
tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, in an alleyway, exhibitionism + getting caught, jealousy, rough sex, biting, crying
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thursdays at a nightclub – most would expect a half-alive sort of creature, mostly empty and a little dull. but the nights never sleep and neither do its people, and the building is warm with electric bodies and the sweet, heady scent of spilt alcohol.
jungkook squeezes out of the crowd on the dance floor, releasing a lungful of thick air as he meanders towards the bar. he'd lost you a few minutes ago, and nothing was as fun as grinding on his boyfriend in a dark room full of strangers. he takes a seat and orders a drink.
not a second later, a presence slides up behind him. "what's a looker like you doin' all alone?"
his welcoming smile vanishes. that's not you. he glances over his shoulder at the young man, who looks so generically attractive that jungkook feels as if he's an instagram filter become reality.
he turns away, disinterested. he scans the crowds. "i'm not alone. here with my boyfriend."
"really? where?"
there's a grating smugness to his words. he's probably never had anyone say no to him before. "we got separated. this place is pretty big."
the guy hums, leaning against the bar next to jungkook. "that's true. he probably won't find you for ten minutes, maybe more. not thinking of spending all that time sittin' alone at the bar with just a whiskey to warm you, are you?"
"i am, actually."
"well, maybe i could interest you in something else," he suggests, "to pass the time."
jungkook lifts the glass to his lips, throwing it back. he hisses at the pleasant burn. "yeah, no. i'd rather watch paint dry."
"oh, i'm not that bad," he jests. his fingers slide over jungkook's bicep, gorgeously accentuated by the neckline of his black racerback tank. it's fitted and cropped – he did it himself – and shows off his tight stomach and defined apollo's belt. "you wouldn't even have to look at me, y'know. those hands of yours would make a nice necklace, don't you think?"
he glances down at his many silver rings and bracelets. "oh. oh. uh, i don't think you're reading me right. um, i don't swing that way."
the man's brows furrow. "what? you said you had a boyfriend."
"i do." jungkook clears his throat, carefully sliding off of the barstool. the other man's eyes follow him up; jungkook has a few inches over him. "i, uh..."
"there you are, baby. thought i'd never see your face again."
jungkook positively lights up at the sound of your voice, smooth and pleasant. it's the kind of voice that cuts through boardroom chatter like a hot knife through butter, carrying with it a natural, easy assertiveness that ceos wish they had.
"hyung," he coos, giggling as you drape an arm over his shoulder and tangle that hand in his long, messy curls, tugging slightly to press your lips to his cheek. he lets you move him around like a doll, grinning up at you adoringly. "hi."
"hi," you reply, amused. your eyes flicker over to the other man, whose face is slowly turning red. your eyes narrow slightly. "sorry, i don't think we've met. i'll be stealing him for a minute."
you're usually so polite – but this time, you didn't even add an 'if you don't mind' to that second sentence. jungkook nibbles on his lower lip. are you angry? are you angry at him?
"hyung?" he asks when you lead him outside into the alley, the cool breeze soothing his hot skin. "what's up?"
you turn on him. his eyes widen. "he was flirting with you, wasn't he?"
"what?" he fumbles. "w-well, i mean, yeah, but you know i wasn't gonna do anything if that's what you're worried about—"
"i don't care about that." something in the back of jungkook's mind swoons at the knowledge that you're so secure in his affections for you that it doesn't bother you in the slightest. you lean in, pressing a hand against the rough brick wall and pinning him in. his heart begins to race. "i care that he thought you were available. all this skin you're showing and not a single mark defining you as mine?" a slight growl marks that last word. jungkook gasps softly. "we'll have to fix that."
"now?" jungkook stammers, glancing around. the alley's dark, and the streets on either side are mostly quiet. a few haggard-looking youths stumble by every so often. "but what if someone sees? my dignity, hyung, you're gonna rip it to shreds."
"i'm 'gonna'?" you lift a brow, eyes glittering. "you sound as if you want this."
he swallows. "i – i do, i always do, but i don't want anyone getting an eyeful of my ass..." he hooks his fingers through your belt loops. "that's just for you, hyung-ah."
you hum, leaning in. you press your lips against his and he moans softly, tugging your hips flush against his. "that's right, baby. you're just for me. all this..." you squeeze his ass roughly over his black cargo pants and he whimpers out a moan, arching his spine into your touch. "all mine. why?"
"'cause you fuck me the best," he gasps, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your hot kisses travel down his jaw and collar. his cock stirs. "you fuck me so well, baby. i could never want anyone else when i have you. i belong to you – hey!"
you yank his teasingly tight pants down over his thighs, pinning him in place easily with your own body. he's already half-hard – has been for the last hour in the club – and you hum appreciatively, gently turning him over. he obliges, arching his spine as he gazes watchfully over his shoulder, pink lips parted and palms pressed against the wall.
your hand runs over the tight silver-ringed harness that cradles his chest and shoulders and emphasises his tiny little waist. you nearly growl at the sight, nails digging into his skin.
he presses his ass into the front of your pants, round eyes sparkling with anticipation. "you're being so rough," he breathes as you nip at his neck just below his ear, tugging the fitted neck of his top down to reveal more of him. "did that really touch something tender? ah!"
he jerks as your teeth clip his soft skin, indenting the shape of your teeth as a red bruise. his heartbeat thuds faster as your palms glide over the mounds of his chest, perfectly sculpted by his tight shirt and harness, and dance over his cock to stroke his sensitive inner thighs. they tense under your touch.
he's wearing a pair of tiny black jocks with a rainbow elastic that cups his ass. you stifle a laugh, trying not to break character.
"what?" he mumbles, blushing. "shut the fuck up. they're cute."
"oh, i agree." you give them a light smack and he moans sharply at the impact. "wonder what that guy would think if he saw you in these – if he saw how pretty you are, spreading your legs for me..." one hand strokes his taut stomach, passing below his hips to cup the cute bubble in his jocks. he whines softly as you squeeze. "be a good boy and keep quiet for me, yeah?"
he nods feebly, gnawing on his lower lip. you've barely done anything and yet he already feels ragged, his skin scorching and tight.
something hot and thick prods his asshole. he slaps a hand over his mouth as you snap your hips forward, burying yourself so deep in him that he sees stars, the burning stretch achingly good. "mmph—!"
you hush him softly, holding him steady as he trembles in your arms. the hot weight of your body pinning his into the rough, cold alley wall is almost mind-numbing. "that's my good boy... halfway there. my good boy takes cock so well, doesn't he?"
whining softly, he nods fiercely, gasping out a shaky moan as you press your hips tight against his ass. "mhm, mhm, i do – ah! you're just s-so big, 'm close, so close—"
 "already?" your hips smack quick and rough against his ass, the lube making things wet and messy. he shoves his hand between his teeth and claws at the wall, the thick head of your cock grinding into his prostate and gliding against it with each thrust. "i just put it in, baby."
"s-sorry," he squeaks, his breathing haggard as his eyes dart between the ends of the alleyway. the headlights of a car rumble by and he clenches around you, eliciting a deep groan that rattles his spine and echoes in his head. "s-someone's gonna see – fuck, right there – h-hyung, they're gonna see—!"
"they will if you keep squealing your pretty head off," you grunt, gaze trained on the join between your bodies. his ass ripples, bouncing off of your hips with wet smacks, and arousal flames through your veins. you grab his wrists and pin them to the wall beside his head. "but you're so much tighter than usual – s'almost hard to fuck ya," you chuckle breathlessly. "you like this, don't you, my good boy? do you want someone to see the way you're crying on my cock?"
tears prick his eyes. you're right. his heart threatens to pound out of his ribs. he sniffles, moans high and airy. "n-no, i don't, 'm your good boy – please, sir, s-slow down—!"
his hips snap forward with a sharp cry as your cock slams into his guts. his vision whites out and his head spins, his body hot and sweaty even in the cool night, and he melts.
he arches his spine, throwing himself roughly back onto your cock and babbling for more. his hair bounces quickly, sticking to his temples, and his thighs shake violently as he comes into his jocks, sniffling and whimpering with hot tears streaking down his cheeks.
he's so messy. so embarrassed. he's acting like a slut. he squeezes his eyes shut and gulps back his loud moans, turning them into gasped whines and heavy pants as your dick scrapes his insides so wonderfully, filling him up like no one else ever could.
"sir – hyung," he babbles, melting into your hot kisses a little more with each harsh thrust, "hyung, hyung! please—!"
in the alleyway, the indent of the doorway you're hiding yourself in swings open. a familiar sleek face greets you, a cigarette between the lips.
it falls to the ground.
you yank jungkook's hips back onto your cock and he squeals, whimpering in shock and embarrassment as you fill him up right then and there. his huge, teary eyes stare back at you, his shaky hands pushing meekly at your stomach in an effort to get you to pull out, but you just step closer, forcing his body still as cum drips down his inner thigh from his jockstrap.
you tilt your head at the man who once, not too long ago, threw himself at jungkook, expecting to walk away in the morning with a satisfying ache between his legs. a tug on jungkook's long hair reveals the collar of dark, bruising hickeys littering his neck and shoulders.
jungkook moans your name, exhausted, and slumps against the wall, his hands trembling as he tries to steady himself against the cold bricks. you give one final thrust and jungkook keens, practically collapsing into your arms as his knees buckle.
you turn away from the stranger at last, dropping a chaste kiss to the nape of jungkook's neck. he shivers and whines softly, gripping your hips for dear life. you're the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the ground like a stringless marionette.
rapid footsteps. the door slams shut. you hush jungkook, nibbling another hickey into his flushed skin as you slide his pants over his ass.
"such a good boy," you whisper, wiping his tears away with the pad of your thumb. "my good boy, isn't that right?"
after a minute, he nods once, sucking in lungfuls of air as his head gradually clears of the thick fog. he leans back against you, tucking his warm face into the crook of your neck. your arms wrap securely around his waist. "yeah," he whispers vacantly, the tingle of pleasure still zinging through his nerves. "'m hyung's good boy... his..."
he's so cute like this, you think as you stroke his cheek and press a lingering kiss to his bitten lips. walking out of the alley, he grips your hand as if he'll die otherwise, but he decides that it's not close enough and hooks his arm over your shoulder, keeping yours around his bare waist. you help him keep steady on his shaking legs. his rosary of dark hickeys is a public announcement: he is yours, and you are his.
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julesonrecord · 3 months
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The Gift is You ❄️ (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)
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“I need to take you upstairs,” he groans. “Mierda, you’re gonna freeze against the fuckin’ door, but you feel so good, baby.” “Need you,” you rasp, trying to communicate the burning inside you, the way your clit is pulsing. “Need you inside me, please.” An idea occurs to you and you roll with it, taking his earlobe in your teeth for a gentle bite before whispering, “Let me show you how warm you make me.”
Happy holidays! @the-blind-assassin-12, I'm your Pedrostories Secret Santa! I had so much fun rolling with as many cozy holiday/winter themes as I could in this piece. I hope you enjoy it! This fic is dedicated to you, plus anyone who needs a reminder that they very much have a family of their choosing this holiday season. Don't mind me just using fic to heal trauma lol
Summary: It's Christmas Eve and even though you're free from toxic family this year in favor of spending Christmas with Frankie and his family, you're still feeling down. Frankie and the Delta boys conspire to bring a little Christmas cheer to your heart and pussy. You can read this as a pair with the drabble "Snow Day" or alone. Tagging my Frankie-loving-queen @imaswellkid ❄️
Content/warnings: Toxic family mentions but we skirt any real bad shit; explicit smut; Reader has no description beyond being shorter than the Delta boys; established relationship; FLUFF; CHRISTMAS CHEER; p-i-v sex; sir kink if you squint lol; found family; Delta boy shenans; 1 'good girl'; mentions of alcohol.
WC: 4492
Dividers by @saradika. ❄️
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Early morning winter sunlight stabs at you, and you burrow more closely into the covers of your bed, your cold feet searching, searching…
They trail across cool sheets; you come up empty.
Out of surprise and, you won’t lie, a pang of anxiety, a lonely jolt to your syrupy bones, you blink your eyes open and sit up, taking in the still slightly unfamiliar shape of your things inside this bedroom. It still smells only of him; his flannel shirts and his gritty charcoal soap and the woody cologne he wears when he takes you out and even, faintly, the smell of the clean new boards he’d milled outside to build you your very own shelves in the closet and the balsa wood he keeps in the drawers on strict instructions from his mamá.
You lick dry lips and croak, “Frankie?”
You’d woken him up crying last night, overwhelmed and grieving from a day of repeated calls from your furious family. They did this every year; hounded you with interrogations of when you would be arriving for the holidays, what you would wear, who needed which gifts, who expected you at which time… only to offer you in return a tepid if not cool reception when you actually arrived, having tried your best. Smile for the pictures they’d blast on Facebook with #blessed and then get out. That always seemed to be the underlying message.
This year, under the approval of your therapist and your boyfriend of two very happy years, you’d decided to cut the dying branch off the tree. And while you were proud of the work you’d done to get to this healthy choice, the wound was still bleeding.
Your stomach churns with guilt. Had Frankie fled the comfort of your shared bed to escape having to comfort you more? Was the work he had put in last night, soothing your tears, stroking your hair, kissing you when your breath calmed, enough to scare him away?
You swallow hard and remember your therapy. Frankie loves you. Frankie wants to take care of you. Partners take care of each other. 
You’re not a burden.
Yeah, you’re still working on that last part.
As if on cue, you hear his thudding footsteps creak on the top step, the one he’s always bitching about but never fixes.
“Hey, g’morning baby girl,” he says, shuffling into his – no, yours, together – bedroom in his socks and boxers, two mugs in hand and a beneficent smile spreading over his face. “Did you miss me?” His salted chocolate curls are totally askew, your favorite part of his morning ensemble, though you have to admit, the faint trail of hair leading from the golden skin on his belly down under the seam of his boxers is…
You bite your lip and flick your gaze back up to his. “Yes, but I forgive you if one of those is for me.”
He knows exactly what you were doing and his smirk is playful. “‘Course. Just took me ten extra minutes to figure out how to use your fancy dancy fuckin’ coffee thing-”
“It’s a moka pot, Francisco, it’s hardly fine beverage making,” you interrupt, taking the warm mug from him with a laugh. What appeared nearly a thimble of hot liquid in his hand is now a small bucket in yours. You take a sip, and immediately the jolt of high-intensity caffeine sends your eyebrows and your brain to the top of your skull.
“This is yours,” you say after a gasping swallow, swapping the mugs. “I can’t drink an entire mug of straight espresso. How did you make that happen?”
There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tips the mug over his nose and slurps loudly, folding his long legs beneath him as he joins you on the bed, impervious to the morning chill. “Oops.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously and take a smaller, tentative sip from the mug. Then you hum in surprise: your mouth is full of the sweet-bitterness of your favorite coffee flavor, made just the way you like it. Taking another quick sip, you resort to kicking your feet against the mattress in delight. You swallow, humming happily. “You didn’t make this, you went out and got my favorite drink!”
His big eyes are warm, soft, playful. “You like it?”
“Yes, yes! Thank you. You’re so good to me.” You lean forward and he accepts your gratitude with a pleased hum, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip and inside to taste you slowly.
He sighs against your mouth, melting under your praise. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet, baby.”
Your thoughts go liquid, as they always do when he’s kissing you, and you’re just letting go of the thought of coffee stains on the white sheets in lieu of wondering if you can still taste yourself from last night when your phone vibrates.
You flinch. 
Frankie glances at it, the unobtrusive rectangle lit with a tall row of missed calls, before flexing his jaw, his free hand scratching at his beard as he swallows. His lips thin for a moment and a glitter of something dark passes over his eyes before he says gently,
“Hey, cariño. I have to get going, but… you’re gonna hang out with my mom today, yeah?”
You tear your eyes away from your bedside table, your stomach clenching. “Yeah.”
“Thanks for humoring her. Without dad around to temper her groove she goes apeshit for this time of year.”
You shrug. You adore his mamá, and she you. If she wanted your help putting up yet more Christmas decorations and baking gingerbread houses meant for Frankie’s sisters’ kids to crumble tomorrow morning in their chubby little hands, you weren’t going to argue. Today, she wants help putting the final touches on Christmas, and with Frankie busy at Will Miller’s house helping with some Christmas thing – he had deftly skirted details – you were happy to step in.
“Hey.” He lifts your chin in his hand, kisses your forehead, then your nose. “I know I said I wanted to stay here tonight, but if you want, we can stay at Ma’s. She’d be thrilled.”
“No, I’m looking forward to waking up with you. Like always,” you say, truthfully, braving a little smile. “This time of year just…”
“I know, baby.” He kisses you and sighs again, a mournful breath against your skin. “I’m just a call away. Try not and let ‘em get you down.”
“I won’t.”
“And there’s something else I want.” He brushes a practiced thumb over your clothed clit, so close yet so far in your thin cotton panties, and your hips jump, a moan cresting to your throat. “Keep this pretty pussy warm for me.”
Your smile is saucy, your tone on the sweet side of sarcastic. “Yes sir.”
He growls low in his throat, plucks at the skin of your throat with his teeth. “If I didn’t have to go, I’d make you repeat that more respectfully.”
“Yeah?” You’re breathless. In spite of yourself, your body responds to him, stirring with electricity, called to attention.
“Yeah,” he says, mouthing your pulse, his beard scraping a path over your clavicle. You feel his tongue press into his favorite spot beneath your ear and you hum, your back a gentle arch, desire slashing through your core. “Maybe I’ll make you say it a dozen more times ‘til you get it right.”
“Go,” you urge through the heat that spreads over your chest, smiling at the reluctance in his posture, even as his alarm starts ringing and he sweeps his tongue over the hollow in your throat and groans. You both know that if he’s late, the boys have no qualms about letting themselves into his house to collect him – no matter where his attention may be situated. There have been a few close calls, and you’re pretty sure Santiago saw a glimpse of your tits the last time, before Frankie hauled him out the door by the collar, cursing his best friend out in furious Spanish as Santi hollered that he’d have your man back to you by nightfall.
“Fuck. Rain check?” he says, eyes warm and bleary, wide and pleading, searching your face as though you would ever tell him no. You swipe a thumb over his full bottom lip and he kisses it. You can’t believe you have this effect on him. But then, doesn’t he do the same to you?
You bundle up warm and head out to Mrs. Morales’. During his morning excursion, Frankie also took the time to scrape the fresh layer of fallen snow off of your car. Heart heavy with several accusatory texts from your mother, you sink into the seat feeling just a little warmer.
Rosa Morales lives in a sweet little ranch bursting in summer with rich, colorful flower beds which are the envy of the neighborhood. The same is true in winter: the colors just bloom from poinsettias and cheerful lights instead, plus a large arch of tinsel and fairy lights straight out of a Hallmark movie. The idea that she needed help in constructing her Christmas wonderland was laughable; you told Frankie so the first year she’d asked. You’d never met a more sprightly and active grandmother.
“Help? Nah, she doesn’t want help,” he’d laughed. “She wants you to look at the goddamned lights and ooh and aah and then she wants to pepper you with questions about when I’m gonna get on one knee.”
You felt a fluttering. “Well, when are you going to? Just so we all know ahead of time?”
He’d only winked at you and squeezed your thigh with one hand, spinning the wheel on his truck with an ease that had made your tummy flip.
It turns out that today, Rosa does need help. She needs you to help haul groceries for a dozen people into her tiny smart car, then unload the same into the fridge while she checks the piles and piles of tamales ready for tomorrow. She also wants your opinion on whether her pristinely decorated Christmas tree is quite straight, and whether you can clearly see the happy faces of her children and grandchildren as babies lined up on sparkling baubles near the front.
You smile down at one of them, a good forty something years old, the date scribbled in marker, the picture cut out from a polaroid of a tiny, frowning, curly-mopped nine-month-old. Frankie’s first Christmas.
“Now, niña,” Rosa says. “What about the tree?”
“It’s great. I think I see a strand of lights in the back that have switched off, though.” You frown and lean your slightly taller frame around the tree where there is indeed a dark spot in the sparkling branches. “Can I get back there without stepping on… uh, anything?”
You glance around at the piles of presents, all neatly organized by color. Most of them are big piles of toys for the grandbabies, no doubt, but there is a green and white pile with yours and Frankie’s names on them. You had looked away, embarrassed to see your name on a few labels, ashamed to think of making more work for Rosa, pressuring her by the promise of your presence to get something for you so that you weren’t awkwardly sitting by watching her family have a good time, jealous of the easy camaraderie and fun they were having.
“Thank you, honey. Can you reach it from here? Maybe a plug slipped loose. Dios mio, these lights are somehow hanging on another year? They must be older than you,” she chuckles, watching closely as you pick your way carefully around the present pyramids.
With a little jiggling and just one lightbulb that turns out to be loose, the final section of the tree flickers to life in technicolored rainbow glory. You blink in surprise, an ornament of Mary holding the baby Jesus staring mournfully at you from the bough you just brought back to light.
“Perfecto. Come out, honey, and we’ll have some tea. I got you those cookies you like, the chocolate ones, yes?  You started that new job since I saw you last. I want to hear all about it. Ah! And you just wait until I tell you about that–” she mutters something under her breath, “At the hardware store, my coworker. She’s gonna get it one of these days, mark my words.”
You gasp, immediately picking up the thread. Rosa is a font of gossip and hilarious stories, and you’re more than eager to hear more of them. “Sue? Frankie told me she called the police on some innocent old man for shoplifting? I couldn’t believe it!”
“I know!” And this is quite enough to get her going on the subject, chattering merrily as she bustles around her full-to-bursting kitchen.
You grin as you pick your way through the forest of shiny paper and bows. You might feel a little awkward, sure, like you’re about to barge in on Rosa Morales’ perfect Christmas. But with the way she laughs and grips your hand when you tell her at her insistence how you and Frankie spent half your vacation in Porto under the misguided wanderings of a hapless tour guide and how neither of your Spanish helped at all, you think maybe the welcome mat outside Rosa’s front door really invites you to do what it bids all guests: Make Yourself at Home!
By the time the afternoon rolls around, your belly is full of some of the many tamales and you’re fidgety, mind wandering to Frankie, the deep sweet depths of his eyes, the pull of his laugh you can almost feel in your chest. You’re drawn to him; you always have been. It’s more than his broad shoulders protecting you from the world, though that helps. It’s more than the steady press of his hands that make you melt, make you come undone almost at his whim. Your heart is his. You’re just not drawn in solid lines until he’s by your side. 
Maybe Rosa clocks it. At any rate, she looks at you with affection when you say you should probably go, does she need anything else before tomorrow? She shakes her head, her green and red beaded earrings swinging, the faint wrinkles around her dark eyes – just like his – creasing as she smiles, cheek on her hand.
“No, mija. Just come whenever you like tomorrow, okay? The babies will keep us busy all day. Enjoy the peace while you can, eh?” She winks, and something knowing in it makes your neck hot.
Before you can answer, you hear a familiar horn. Instinctively, you grab your hat and glance outside. The sky has just started to spit snowflakes.
“Is that-?”
“Tell him to enjoy his gift, niña,” Rosa says, and sends you on your way, just as Frankie lays on the horn again.
“What the hell?” you burst out laughing when you skid out onto the icy front step, the chill of snow imminent – you swear you can smell the flurries coming. 
“Merry Christmas!” come sauced voices from the bed of Frankie’s truck, and Benny lifts his arms in a thick-armed wave.
Frankie climbs out of the truck to come and collect you, wrapping his hand around yours, his eyes alight with excitement. “You like it, baby?” he half-yells over the roar of the engine and the rendition of “Jingle Bells” Will, and Benny have begun chanting with horrible tuning.
You can’t stop laughing. The boys are clustered in the bed of Frankie’s truck around fully-decked Christmas tree, complete with twinkling lights and precarious baubles. You think you spot an angel made out of an empty bottle of tequila at the top. Best of all? Benny’s arm is wrapped affably around a large stuffed reindeer, an Army t-shirt pulled over its downy fur, tinsel in its antlers.
“How the hell did you make it onto the highway like this?” you laugh, wiping a freezing tear from your eye.
“We didn’t!” Benny yells, his ears and cheeks red. Even his full beard doesn’t seem to be keeping him very warm. “We got pulled over!” 
You glance at Frankie, glad to see that he, at least, seems completely sober. He shrugs guiltily. “Will knew the guy. I promised to take it down tomorrow and he let us go. He found it pretty hilarious, too.”
“And can I ask why you four wanted to recreate Santa’s sleigh in the bed of Frankie’s Chevy? And where the hell is Santiago?”
“It’s your carriage to Christmas wonderland, sweetheart,” Will says, jumping down into the snow of Rosa’s driveway and opening the truck cab. “Now c’mon, before my ass freezes to this piece of-”
“Hey,” Frankie warns, laughing, as Will helps you into the tall seat with a friendly chuckle.
When you’re all bundled inside, Frankie pulls out of the driveway, his mother watching with folded arms and a smile from the window. He turns out onto the street and you glance into the rearview, concerned. The Millers have to be chilled to the bone.
“They’re fine, cariño,” Frankie says, his grin infectious. “We’re not going far.”
He’s true to his word. He follows a lonely dirt road for a couple of miles. This far into the country, you’ve no idea where he’s headed but delight and excitement roll for dominance in your belly. You can’t keep the smile from your face.
In just a few minutes, you catch the wink of stars overhead. It seems like the threat of snow has passed, but that’s all right; the lonely road has a frosty covering already.
Frankie pulls the truck into yet another road, this one bumpier and gnarlier than the last, the forest beginning to surround you in earnest. You hear Benny jolt and laugh in the back as a car passes you at a snail’s pace. You think you see a child’s hands waving, and the boys all shout and wave too and you can’t keep from giggling.
The truck pulls into a clearing where something bright flickers between trees. You see a familiar shape throw a log into a circle of flames, and sparks erupt, bright and warm.
“Oh my gosh,” you say, climbing down from the truck, grinning. “What is this?”
“Welcome to the first annual Christmas eve shindig, sweetheart,” Benny calls, leaping over the side of the bed and throwing an arm around your shoulders. 
“Just a bonfire, nothing big,” Will says, handing you a thermos, “But Frankie made you this, too.”
You unscrew the lid curiously and a warm waft of dark chocolate hits your nostrils. You sigh. “Cocoa. You thought of everything.” You take a sip and sigh, the warmth of the fire, the chocolate, and the fierce and bright love in your chest making you glow with warmth. “Almost everything,” you add with a grin. With the boys around you you’re suddenly aware of how tall they all are, bulky in their winter gear. “Just needs a shot of-”
“Whatcha want, baby?” Frankie says, and with an identical movement the four men pull out silver flasks from their coat pockets. “Rum?”
“Peppermint vodka?” Will offers.
“Whiskey,” Benny grunts, taking a sip from his.
“Don’t-” Frankie interrupts before Santi can open his mouth, “Drink whatever that bastard offers you. I think he made it in his bathtub.”
“It’ll knock you on your ass faster than even I could,” Benny chuckles.
“So that’s how you’re all keeping warm.” You opt for the rum.
“Navy rum,” Frankie says, tipping you a generous share into your thermos. 
“Only thing those fuckers are good for.” A burst of laughter and razzing, and then Benny’s pulling you closer to the fire and the boys are talking and laughing, throwing logs on the fire now and then, and Frankie sits down beside you and pressing cold lips to your temple and asking in a low voice,
“This is a little better than festive hell at your parents’, huh?”
You look into his face, his cap low over his head, his arm heavy and secure around your waist.
“Better? This is perfect, Francisco. This is… the family I wish I had.”
“You do have it,” Santi says quietly, nudging your shoulder with his. It’s not like you’d been trying to hide your conversation. You’re all huddled close around the bright fire to keep warm. “We were family before Frankie found you and now you’re part of it, too, hermosa.”
“Thank you,” you tell them all, swallowing hard. “Delta Christmas!” you yell before the boys can see you crying, lifting your thermos.
“Delta Christmas!” they shout, flasks in the air.
After an hour, you’re all chilled and the fire’s dying down, and Santi’s loading Benny and Will (and the stuffed reindeer) into his car to drive them home. You hug them all tightly, already feeling that this is a tradition you could happily repeat year over year. No gifts were exchanged, no expectations; just a fun time with the people you loved best.
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You’re barely inside before he’s on you, huge and warm, broad shoulders and lean thighs pressing you against the door before you can draw your first breath of warm air. The door closes with a jingle and a bang, the wreath you’d placed there summarily squelched.
Frankie hums against your mouth. “You’re so cold.” You chuck your mittens off and slide your hands into his back pockets.
He reaches back, curls a hand around your wrist. “Did you do what I asked?”
You only hum, your heart thudding louder between your ribs, the full color of you returning in the wash of his smell, the hardness you can feel pressed against your belly. 
Of course you did what he asked. You’ve been nursing a deep ache meant for him to soothe all day, and now that he’s here, now that he’s got you pressed up against the door like he means to fuck you through it – Jesus – you’re well on the way to catching as alight as the Delta bonfire.
“Maybe you should check,” you breathe through a laugh, as he tosses your hat from your head and immediately begins peeling you from your winter layers: coat, cardigan, thermal shirt.
By the time he makes it to your bra he’s lost patience.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, and bends to lift you by the seat of your jeans, finally bringing you together where you’re meant to be, grinding his hips against your soft core.
Your moans meet in the middle, his teeth nipping at your lip, your fingers plunging into his curls, his taking full handfuls of your ass.
“I need to take you upstairs,” he groans. “Mierda, you’re gonna freeze against the fuckin’ door, but you feel so good, baby.”
“Need you,” you rasp, trying to communicate the burning inside you, the way your clit is pulsing. “Need you inside me, please.” An idea occurs to you and you roll with it, taking his earlobe in your teeth for a gentle bite before whispering, “Let me show you how warm you make me.”
Frankie lets out a growl that’s almost a whine. “Fuck. Fuuuuck, baby.” He sets you down with a swat to the ass and takes your hand, almost yanking you from your boots as he marches you upstairs, back to the dim bedroom that smells like the safe, scratching underside of his throat.
“Get naked for me,” he orders, and with a swipe of his arms over his head he’s stripping himself down and pressing his mouth to yours, crowding you into the bed so insistently that it’s all you can do to shove the denim from your legs, your panties sticky and wet where you’re leaking for him.
His fingers grip your hip and before you’re quite prepared for it he flips you over, the easy strength sending a hot zap to your core, arching your spine and lifting your hips, presenting yourself for him.
With a low groan rumbling deep from his chest you can’t see him, can only feel the reverent press of his thumbs over your cheeks, spreading your glistening folds for him, parting your lips to the cool air.
You whine, wriggling slightly as he only stares at you, transfixed, and when the warm velvet softness of his cock brushes your thigh you whine again, “Frankie.”
“I know, bebita,” he murmurs. “So pretty for me.” He glides a finger through your folds experimentally before sinking it inside you, his lids heavy and gaze dark as you grind on it, seeking relief. “There you go. That’s enough, isn’t it?”
“No,” you pant, “More.”
“My good girl wants more? Okay, baby. I’ll give you more.” His fingers leave you and you hear the plush suck of his lips as he draws your taste into his mouth, savoring it, his other hand at the soft crease of your hip, drawing you close, tapping the head of his cock against your clit, then up, soft brushstrokes against the place he intends to breach, to own, before finally tilting his hips forward, slowly, slowly pressing just the tip of himself inside.
He pauses there and you mewl, fingernails clawing at the duvet, unable to sink your hips back into him like you want. You can feel his thick, hot head stretching you, the pulse of his heart throbbing at your entrance. Your cunt flutters and you both groan, it’s not enough.
“Love it when she squeezes me,” he breathes, and shoves home, the stretch of him sudden and beautiful, the coarse hairs at his base grinding against your ass and his tip nudging your back wall just so-
You come in record time, clenching around him. It’s the first of several. Maybe three, maybe four, your brain turned to static around the time he tipped you onto your side, lifting your leg to sprawl over his shoulder, fucking into you like he would break you in two.
You love the feeling of Frankie inside you when he comes, the crease in his brow, the groaned gasps, the pulsing of his cock deep in your cunt.
You shiver in his arms as he glides down, covering you, warm and drowsy.
“Thank you for my gift, baby,” you whisper.
He chuckles into your hair, nuzzles your cheek with his nose.
“That’s not your gift. I got you an espresso machine so I can make you those fuckin' expensive lattes you like at home.”
“Frankie.”
“Merry Christmas, baby.” 
It hits you again.
Frankie loves you. Frankie wants to take care of you. Partners take care of each other. Real families do, too. Before you can open your mouth to thank him again, he kisses you, murmurs:
“You’re the gift, querida.”
You smile through your tears and kiss him under the glow of the millions of shining stars outside, the chill in your cheeks nothing against the warmth in your heart. You can face tomorrow. You can face anything.
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📱 Going Postal At The Party 📱
summary: Wilbur thinks you're cheating on him at a party. Turns out he was very wrong.
a/n: this was based off of either a Chris or Matt Sturniolo fic that I read that I can't remember the name of, if any of you know what this fic is, plz lemme know!
contains: cursing, angst with a happy ending, flirting, crying, texts, use of Y/N, pet names, jealousy, Wilbur's a bit of a dick, mentions of bad exes & thought of cheating (let me know if i missed anything!!
tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)
word count: 942
You had dragged Wilbur to a house party your friend invited you to. You could tell he didn't want to, mainly due to the fact that his mind would be plagued by the idea of other people hitting on you or trying to get with you. It also didn't help that you looked drop-dead gorgeous; you had a white button-up shirt tucked into short, tight denim shorts with a black tie & fishnets; truly a sight for sore eyes.
"I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?" you said to Wilbur, who had his arms wrapped around your waist.
"Alright, love. Be careful. & come back quickly," he told you, kissing your forehead. You smiled & left for the bar. You told the bartender the drinks you wanted & you sat on one of the sticky stools, waiting for your drinks to be prepared.
"Oh my god, Y/N!" a cheerful voice said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Claude, an old coworker back when you used to work at the coffee shop across the street from your shared apartment with Wilbur. "It's been forever, girl!"
"Claudy!" you said happily, giving him a hug. "It's been ages! How's life been?"
"I got engaged!" he said, showing you the ring on his finger. You gasped & clapped happily, holding his hand to examine the ring. "He's such a good guy. His name's James, 6'4, plays the drums, & he loves cats & rain."
"Sounds like a Wattpad dream man," you teased. He playfully swatted your arm with a laugh.
"How's your relationship with Wilbur been?" he asked. "Last time I remember, you were head over heels for him, right?"
"He's the best," you said dreamily. "He's such a gentleman, & he's so good to me."
"That's good!" he said, his hand now resting on your arm. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve him. & this is a reward for having to put up with shitty exes."
"Oh my God, you're so right," you said, resting your hand on his arm, too. "Remember Jared?"
"Oh. My. Days," he sighed. "Such a dickhead. Girl, I have no idea how you survived being in a relationship with him. Give me some of your patience right now."
You laughed & were about to say something when you felt your phone buzz. "It's probably from Wil," you told Claude. You opened up the text.
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Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Did he actually think you were cheating on him?
"You okay?" Claude asked. You didn't respond.
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Claude had seen the texts & let you leave without a word. You walked outside & it was pouring rain, which meant you had to stand in the rain for at least five minutes until your ride came. Great.
When the Uber finally arrived, you were shivering & dripping with rainwater & the smell of petrichor hung on your skin, & you got into the car as you tried your hardest not to cry.
"How's your night been?" the Uber driver asked.
"It's been alright!" you lied, putting on a fake happy tone. "How about you?"
"Eh, not too bad," she said. "My girlfriend didn't want me to take any drives tonight because of how rainy it is." She laughed slightly. "She's always so worried for me." You laughed in return & you two didn't say anything for the rest of the night.
When she pulled up to the house, she politely bid you adieu & made sure you got to the door before driving off. You opened the door to the apartment & looked around. He wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. Maybe he hadn't gotten home yet. You took off your shoes & left your bag on the kitchen counter as you trudged upstairs.
"Darling!" Wilbur sprang up from the bed when you entered the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees & kissed the backs of your hands, the palms, the knuckles, & the wrists while telling you how wildly sorry he was.
"What's on the bed?" you asked, looking over at the bed, covered in objects.
"Your favorites," he told you, standing up. "Snacks, candy, drinks, & your favorite flavor of ice cream. I also got you those new slippers you had wanted the other day when we were at Target, a blanket, & a few stuffed animals, too. There's a cat, a Pompompurin,--I'm pretty sure he's your favorite Sanrio character, but, if I was wrong, I got you a Keroppi plush, too, & a My Melody one--& a green dinosaur that looks like Dino from that one game you like...what was it called? Oh, yeah, Like A Dino. I also restocked your skincare stuff & your hair stuff, since you told me you were running out."
Without even realizing it, you started crying. You brought a hand up to your mouth to hide the expression you were making when you cried.
"Did I do something wrong, baby?" asked Wilbur, kissing your hairline & your forehead repeatedly. "Why're you crying?"
"I-I just--I got so mad at you over text & you still got all of this for me," you hiccupped.
"You had every right to be mad at me, my moon," he whispered, removing your hand away from your mouth to press a light kiss to your lips. "I was a bitch & I was being so rude to you, & you didn't deserve that." Without warning, he picked you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp & immediately wrap your arms around his neck.
"C'mon, sweet baby. Pick a movie & let's go cuddle."
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