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davinawritings · 9 months ago

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A Knotty Discovery

Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader

Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie

Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.

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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each other’s presence.

Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldn’t help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.

You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.

It’s already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.

You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.

The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. “Oh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?”. You can’t seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.

“All these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specifically”, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesn’t let you budge.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking day”. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.

“Baby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every day” he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.

You wet your lips and reply, “I.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didn’t think you were interested in me, so I never said anything”. He shakes his head and says, “Baby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.

“The big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. I’m a lot bigger than your little toys over there”, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.

You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.

You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes don’t leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.

You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.

“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around it”, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.

You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. “Fu-Fuck Decker. I’m cumming. Fuck I’m cumming”, you cry out.

Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.

You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.” With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.

You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.

“Tell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,” he says, giving you one last chance to back out.

You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, “Please, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yours”. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.

“Mmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking mad”, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.

He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.

You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. “Fuck Decker… you feel so good. Don-don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please”.

He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.

He doesn’t give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you don’t want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven, baby. I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? You’re MINE.” he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.

He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.

Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.

He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.

He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.

You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.

“Why were you going through my closet?” you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, “I was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. It’s a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.”.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. “The throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.” He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.

“Well, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time I’ll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cunt”.

You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.

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harrysfolklore · 3 months ago

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mini charles - cl16

summary: charles and his son. one and the same (just cute boy dad charles fluff)

folkie radio: I MISSED WRITING CHARLES SO MUCH!!!! and what's better than dad charles fluff??? enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram Nothing beats watching daddy race ❤️ We missed this!

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username1 MY HEART OMFG

username2 THE WAY HE JUMPS EVERY TIME THE FERRARI GOES BY 😭

lorenzotl Little man has Charles' entire energy from his karting days!

└ yourinstagram Don't remind me, he's asking when can he start karting already

pierregasly He's going to be faster than his dad soon enough

└ lando true

└ charles_leclerc Stop attacking me

username3 baby boy already knows more about racing than the entire ferrari strategy team

username4 THE LITTLE ALLEZ PAPA WHEN CHARLES PASSES BY MY HEART

username5 imagine when him and little max verstappen join f1

arthur_leclerc My favorite nephew mastering the racing lines already! Tell him uncle Arthur is taking him karting next weekend

└ yourinstagram He's asking if he can face time "uncle turtur" tonight

carlossainz55 Mini Charles giving me engineering feedback after the race again? 😂

└ yourinstagram He misses Uncle Calos over here

username6 DADDY CHARLES HAS MY ENTIRE HEART

username7 i can’t believe charles has a kid

kellypiquet Mini Charles and Penelope need a playdate at the next race!

username8 FUTURE WDC

iamrebeccad I miss my little bff!

└ yourinstagram He misses his pretty friend Becca too

username9 watching daddy race i can’t do this

username10 MINI CHARLES WE LOVE YOU !!

charles_leclerc My champion ❤️ See you both after all the media duties mon amour

└ yourinstagram We love you so much

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scuderiaferarri Our youngest strategy expert hard at work 👨‍🔧

Some say he already knows the perfect timing for pit stops 😉 #MiniCharles

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username1 MINI LECLERC OMFG

username2 finally someone who can fix Ferrari strategy 💀

username3 "Papa, you should box box now"

username4 mini charles probably making better calls than the entire pit wall 😭

username5 the way he's got Charles' focused expression when he's analyzing data 🥺

username6 little man already calculating tire degradation better than most

username7 "By my calculations, daddy should've won 5 more races" - Mini Charles Leclerc, age 4

username8 he headphones are bigger than his head I can't 😭❤️

username9 HIS CAP I CANTTTT

charles_leclerc My champion ❤️

yourinstagram My babyyy🥹

username10 Future Ferrari Team Principal right here

username11 when a 4-year-old understands race strategy better than... nevermind 💀

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f1updatesdaily Charles Leclerc was beaming talking about his son in the post-race press conference:

"He's already telling me where I need to improve my lines. This morning before the race he gave me a drawing of the perfect racing line. He made me promise to follow it exactly."

"He's quite serious about it actually - last race he told me my apex at turn 4 wasn't good enough. Sometimes I think he watches more onboards than I do! But it's special, you know... having him in the garage. He knows every single mechanic, everybody adores him..."

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username1 THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

username2 little leclerc already following his father's footsteps.

username3 the way charles' eyes lit up talking about his son 🥺

username4 DAD CHARLES IS SOMETHING ELSE

username5 he’s giving charles racing advice at the age of 4 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

username6 "Papa you missed the apex" - a toddler dragging his F1 driver father, we love to see it 😭

username7 like father like son rn

username8 not charles having to explain to his 4yo why he didn't follow his racing line advice 💀

username9 I WANT TO HAVE KIDS NOW

username10 this is the most wholesome thing ever

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charles_leclerc My toughest critic, biggest supporter, and favorite engineer all in one ❤️ Thank you for always telling me to push harder, even if sometimes it's just to race you to bedtime 😅 Je t'aime mon petit champion

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username1 MINI CHARLES MY HEART

username2 his little ferrari suit i can’t do this

carlossainz55 Still waiting for his feedback on my last lap 😂

└ charles_leclerc He said that “Uncle Calos was better in Red”

arthur_leclerc Best race engineer in Monaco, hands down

username3 IM SOBBING REAL TEARS

sebastianvettel This is what it's all about ❤️ Miss my little racing critic!

└ yourinstagram He keeps asking when is uncle seb coming to visit !

username4 he’s the cutest little thing ever i can’t

yourinstagram Like father like son... both perfectionists 🥰

└ charles_leclerc And stubborn like his Maman

alex_albon the new ferrari team principal looks promising

└ lando fred watch your back

f1 When's he joining the grid? 👀

username5 outsold charles already

username6 BOY DAD CHARLES IS WHAT THE WORLD NEEDED

username7 i’m glad to be alive to witness charles being a dad

username8 THE PADDOCK’S BABY

username9 i know i say this all the time but really i can’t believe charles is a dad

username10 wdc in 20 years

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charles_leclerc 5 years of teaching me how to be better, on and off track. Joyeux anniversaire mon petit champion ❤️ Je t'aime

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username1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINI CHARLES

username2 I CANT BELIEVE HES 5 ALREADY

carlossainz55 Happy birthday to the only person who can give Charles a proper strategy briefing

└ lewishamilton Agreed

maxverstappen1 Happy birthday Mini Charles ! Still waiting for that racing line analysis you promised me 😉

arthur_leclerc Happy birthday to my favorite nephew! The mini strategy meeting during cake time was 10/10 👌

└ charles_leclerc Your only nephew**

username3 HES SO BIG! time for another charles

username4 the ferrari themed party has me dying

pierregasly Bon anniversaire champion! Your detailed feedback on my qualifying lap was much appreciated 😂

scuderiaferrari Happy Birthday to our youngest strategist! 🎂

username5 i can’t believe mini charles is 5 remember his baby pics

username6 how long until charles puts him in a kart

username7 charles is the best dad in the world

username8 THE LITTLE FUTURE WORLD CHAMPION

username9 all the drivers love him so much my heart

username10 MINI CHARLES IS SO BIG

yourinstagram I can’t believe my baby boy is 5 🥹 We love you so much

└ charles_leclerc Thank you for giving me him ❤️

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f1news Spotted at Monaco Kart Track: The Leclercs doing Sunday practice! Mini Charles (5) was seen taking his first proper kart laps while Charles played race engineer. According to onlookers, mini Leclerc was explaining to his dad why his racing line suggestions were "pas correctes" 😭

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username1 like father, like son... but more intense??

username2 THIS IS SO CUTE

username3 mini charles is karting already i can’t do this

username4 charles creating a monster and we love to see it

username5 "Papa the racing line here is simple, you just..." - Mini Charles , 5, to his F1 driver father

username6 everyone talking about how he was faster in sector 2 than kids twice his age 👀

username7 charles trying not to laugh while getting a full technical debrief from his 5yo is the content we need

username8 FUTURE WDC

username9 project leclerc starts now

username10 HE TRULY HAS RACING IN HIS BLOOD

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yourinstagram His only birthday wish was "Maman, I want to race like Papa" 🥺

Now we have another Leclerc analyzing telemetry data over breakfast... The way he insisted on creating a "proper race weekend schedule" including briefings and debriefs 😅

Your Papa and I are so proud of you, mon petit pilote ❤️ Just remember - having fun is the most important strategy!

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username1 AWEEEEEE

username2 this is the cutest thing in the entire world

charles_leclerc He already told me my suggestions for turn 4 were "completely wrong, Papa" 🤔

└ yourinstagram He’s already miles ahead of you babe

arthur_leclerc The new family champion! Tonton Arthur is ready for coaching duties 💪

└ yourinstagran He’s dying to have you at the track!

pierregasly Mini Charles taking racing lines more seriously than half the grid 😂

└ lando speak for yourself

username3 MINI CHARLES WITH HIS LITTLE HELMET I CANT

iamrebeccad Look at that cutie 🥹

username4 this is the cutest kid i’ve ever seen

username5 i’m so parasocial about the leclerc family

scuderiaferarri Another Leclerc on track! The legacy continues 🏎️

lorenzotl The way he's exactly like Charles at that age... même esprit!

f1 We're keeping an eye on this young talent 👀

username6 the real predestinato

username7 watch him become wdc in 20 years

username8 max verstappen competition is here

username9 HIS BDAY WISH WAS TO START KARTING I CANT

username10 imagine when jack wolff and mini charles meet each other on track

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charles_leclerc From explaining racing lines with toy cars to actual karting... my heart wasn't ready

But of course, he informed me that my suggestions for the hairpin were "completely incorrect, Papa" and proceeded to demonstrate the "proper technique" 😅

The best part? He insisted on having a proper engineers' meeting after practice. At 5, he's already more organized than me - he made his own notebook for track notes and demands proper debriefs after each session.

P.S. To the other parents at the track - I apologize for him stopping your kids to explain the perfect racing line. He gets that from his mother's side obviously 😂

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username1 AHHHH STOP

username2 mini charles is an icon already

sebastianvettel This brings back memories... except he's way more professional than we were!

└ charles_leclerc He’s in a whole other level !

maxverstappen1 Mini Charles taking racing more seriously than his father 😂

└ charles_leclerc Heyyyy

arthur_leclerc My nephew really said "racing or nothing"

└ yourinstagram And his Maman wasn’t ready at all

username3 i know a wdc when i see him

scuderiaferrari Future Ferrari driver in training 👀

lando Please tell me you got the traditional "this is how you should drive Papa" speech

└ charles_leclerc I did, and you’re probably getting it next race

f1 Like father, like son ❤️

username4 imagine the power in a few years

username5 CHARLES THE PROUD PAPA

username6 CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

username7 imagine charles freaking out with mini charles on track and he’s like don’t worry papa i got it !

username8 HES KARTING ALREADY IM SOBBING HE WAS JUST BORN YESTERDAY

username9 man they grow up so fast

username10 CUTIE

yourinstagram My baby 🥹

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yourinstagram When Papa had a tough day at work, someone prepared a special technical briefing with "guaranteed winning strategy" and "proper racing lines" to cheer him up 🥺❤️ His words: "Don't worry Papa, next race we fix everything!"

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username1 IM SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE

username2 I FEEL SO MUSHY OVER THIS

charles_leclerc My best engineering briefing of the weekend ❤️ The racing lines are definitely more accurate than mine 😅

└ yourinstagram We love you, Papa

lilymhe the cutest little thing🥺

lewishamilton Already better technical drawings than our engineers

└ charles_leclerc True

francisca.cgomes My heart can't handle this 😭❤️

username3 not mini Charles being more supportive than the entire paddock

username4 this kid understands racing better than most adults

username5 HE LOVES HIS PAPA SO MUCH

username6 boy dad charles is my favorite thing ever

username7 cheering his papa up after the dsq i can't do this

username8 MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS. WAY TOO CUTE

username9 chares and mini charles are one and the same

username10 MY FAVORITE FAMILY

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charles_leclerc At the end of the day, this is all that matters. He waited up to give me his detailed analysis of what we need to improve for the next race... before falling asleep mid-explanation of the perfect racing line for turn 3 ❤️

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username1 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen

username2 WHAT IF I SON

carlossainz55 Did he finish explaining why my apex was wrong though? 😅

└ charles_leclerc He's going to tell you all about it in person

lewishamilton Next time bring him to the strategy meeting 👀

└ charles_leclerc None of us will be talking at all

lando the mini ferrari uniform kills me every time mate

username3 THE RAINBOW DRAWING IM SOBBING

username4 mini charles is such a cutie i cry every single time

maxverstappen1 Future World Champion in training 🏆

└ charles_leclerc You better watch your back

scuderiaferrari Already taking notes for 2035 💭

username5 AND FUCK FERRARI

username6 even sleeping he's probably dreaming about racing lines

username7 charles is such a good dad i could sob

username8 the leclercs have my entire heart this family is all about love

username9 the fact that mini charles made drawings so his papa could feel better after a bad race. TOO ADORABLE

yourinstagram My boys ❤️

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formula1news Spotted at Nice Airport: The Leclercs heading to Suzuka! Mini Charles was seen carrying his own "race engineer notebook" and apparently told waiting fans "we're going to fix the strategy this time" 💀

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username1 ferrari strategists seeing mini charles arrive with his notebook: 👁️👄👁️

username2 finally, the strategy department getting the reinforcement they needed

username3 "Don't worry everyone, I studied Suzuka on my simulator" - Mini Charles, probably

username4 ferrari about to get schooled by a 5-year-old with crayon drawings

username5 "Papa I already calculated the tire degradation" - Mini Charles at passport control

username6 IM SCREAMING MINI CHARLES COMING TO DRAG THEM ALL

username7 Mini Charles on his way to give Vasseur a presentation about proper strategy execution

username8 MINI CHARLES YOU'RE SO DEAR TO ME

username9 a 5 year old really said nvm i'll fix it myself

username10 CRYING

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scuderiaferrari Our newest technical consultant has arrived in Suzuka. We've been informed our strategy "needs work" and our racing lines are "pas correctes" 😅 #MiniCharles

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username1 WHAT A CUTIEEEE

username2 THE MINI SUIT IM SOBBING

charles_leclerc He already told Vasseur the simulation data was wrong 🤣

└ username1 IM DYING

lewishamilton Just got a 20-minute presentation about my racing line in sector 1...

username3 finally someone brave enough to fix ferrari strategy

maxverstappen1 The competition just got serious 👀

arthur_leclerc My nephew about to revolutionize Ferrari strategy

username4 the way he's standing EXACTLY like charles i can't 😭

username5 more organized than the entire pit wall

username6 that leclerc DNA is something else

username7 Charles created a mini strategy genius and we're here for it

username8 THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE HE'S JUST LIKE HIS PAPA

username9 MINI LECLERCCCC MY HEART

username10 that's it charles jr drag them

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f1updatesdaily ADORABLE: Mini Charles gave his first-ever interview at Suzuka! When asked about his karting, he went full technical advisor mode 😭

Reporter: "Do you like racing like your papa?"

Mini Charles: "Yes! But Papa needs to fix his racing line in turn 3. I showed him in my notebook. In karting, you have to take the perfect apex..."

Reporter: "Who's your favorite driver?"

Mini Charles: "My Papa is the best! But he needs better strategy. I help him. I make plans like this..."

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username1 I'VE BEEN CRYING OVER THIS FOR LIKE AN HOUR

username2 mini charles you're the cutest little thing

username3 the way he switched from adorable 5-year-old to full race engineer mode 💀

username4 "Papa is the best but his racing line needs work" I'M CRYING 😭

username5 not him pulling out detailed track notes during the interview

username6 Charles watching his son give better technical explanations than he does 👁️👄👁️

username7 HE'S NOT TAKING HIS HELMET AND MINI SUIT OFF AHHHH

username8 "I help Papa with strategy" We know sweetie, we know 😭

username9 charles trying not to laugh in the background while his son critiques his driving

username10 Mini Charles really said "I'm my Papa's race engineer now"

username11 "Sometimes Papa doesn't listen to my strategy but I'm always right" - Mini Charles, future Ferrari Team Principal

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yourinstagram Great weekend in Suzuka! According to our resident technical director, "Papa listened to my racing lines this time!" 😅 P4 for my love and a very detailed post-race analysis from someone who insists the strategy could still be "more optimal" 🤓 Love you so much my boys

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username1 AWEEEE MY HEART

username2 see how charles had a better race with mini charles there?

charles_leclerc Our post-race debrief lasted longer than the actual team debrief 😅 Thank you for your support mon amour

lewishamilton Still waiting for my detailed analysis of where I lost time in turn 13 👀

username3 not him giving vasseur strategy advice 😭

username4 more organized than the entire ferrari strategy department

username5 he's so proud that his papa followed his racing lines

username6 I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCH

username7 charles created a mini racing genius and we're here for it

username8 petition to hace mini charles at every race

username9 THATS FERRARI WDC

username10 dad charles you have my heart

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charles_leclerc P4 this weekend! According to my technical advisor, "much better racing lines Papa, but we still need to work on the strategy." Thank you Japan for an amazing weekend, looking forward to reviewing the very detailed race analysis someone prepared for me during the flight home... before falling asleep mid-explanation again 😴❤️

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username1 EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU MINI CHARLES

username2 mini charles really said "i run this team now" and went OFF

arthur_leclerc Thats my nephew !!

lewishamilton Still recovering from yesterday's strategy meeting with him

scuderiaferrari Future World Champion AND Technical Director 👊

lando most thorough race engineer on the grid

maxverstappen1 Like father like son

username3 not him falling asleep with the notebook again 😭

username4 mini charles said fixed ur driving but the strategy still needs work and i'm CRYING

username5 THE MINI SUIT HAS ME DYING

username6 charles is the best dad in the world i swear

username7 no thoughts just mini charles in his matching ferrari suit giving detailed technical feedback

username8 "papa listened to my racing lines this time" PLS THIS KID IS TOO MUCH 😭

username9 mini charles is the ultimate boss

username10 BOY DAD CHARLES. THATS IT

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swordgrace · 11 days ago

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𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞 — bucky barnes.

┊ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: bucky can’t sleep, and neither can you. the both of you wind up christening the kitchen.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: post!thunderbolts bucky x fem!reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5K.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (mdni), porn with very little plot, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, making out, hair-pulling, kitchen counter sex, cunnilingus, oral sex (fem!rec), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering (fem!rec), mild praise kink. suggestive ending.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: someone sedate me ngl 🧍 that’s all I gotta say! I hope y’all enjoy! ❤️

Through the hush of your bedroom, you’re wired awake, gaze flickering toward the pale light of the bathroom, pooling over your blanket.

The mattress feels considerably lighter without his weight, without the heat that wafts from his skin. Ruffled sheets carry his scent, faint traces of cologne intermingled with something natural.

A soft groan pulls from your throat, a low hum marked by a stretch of limbs as you sit up in bed, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

Bucky’s shirt, more specifically.

Twisting over, your hand closes around your phone, greeted by the low, bluish glow of the screen and a time that seems mildly concerning.

2:13AM.

Slipping out of bed, his shirt kisses the middle of your thighs, an old Henley that’s seen better days. He isn’t in the bathroom, and so you follow his metaphorical trail, bare feet ghosting over smooth, cold tile.

The Watchtower is eerily silent at this time of night, inky dusk swirling beyond tinted window panes, stars glittering overhead. Your feet carry you to the kitchen, rounding the corner with a gentle hum.

Bucky stands at the end of the island, lights dim, producing a sienna glow that curls around him, softens his features. Brunette tresses are mussed, framing his face, brows creased together.

A coffee mug sits next to him, half-consumed and bearing a cheesy saying. Must’ve been one of Yelena’s, you discern, a smile tugging at either corner of your mouth.

“Hey,” You chime, coming to stand across from him, spotting the newspaper he has sprawled out on his left. “Couldn’t sleep?” The cadence of your voice is soothing, something tender.

The warmth that emanates from you snares within him, curling around his bones, putting him at-ease. Bucky still has nightmares sometimes; not as severe, but they linger like moss growing on old stone.

“Tried to go back, and I couldn’t,” His smile is threadbare, still fringed with slivers of exhaustion. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” He takes a sip of coffee, vibranium hand closed around the ceramic.

“It’s okay. I can’t sleep, either,” Quiet footfalls dance over the tile until you take a seat in the stool next to him, tucking a hand beneath your chin. “You okay?”

With a brief nod, his eyes travel over you, clad in his Henley, sleeves a touch too long for your arms. It takes his breath away; you’re beautiful, prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Yeah,” Perching a palm over the marble countertop, his smile lingers, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You don’t have to stay up with me, sweetheart.” Bucky murmurs, lashes fluttering.

“I can’t sleep,” A placating groan tumbles from your mouth as you stretch within the stool, elbows resting on the counter. “I might get a snack or something.”

“There’s those ice-cream bars you like in the freezer.” Bucky chimes, eyes darting between the newspaper and you. He’s more focused on the shape of your face, the curve of your jaw.

“Really?” Perking up, you hop out of the chair, padding toward the massive refrigerator. Flinging open the door, you’re greeted by a brightly-colored cardboard box.

His chuckle resonates from behind you, something gentle, comforting; it feels like home, a sanctuary you’ve forged within him.

“Maybe later,” Turning on your heel, you join him at the island, loosely draping an arm over his back, hand massaging at his spine. “You’re reading the newspaper?”

Bucky laughs when he hears the amusement in your tone, giving a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah,” He chortles, and there’s something wonderfully husky that vibrates in the back of his throat. “Old habit.”

He’s handsome like this, in the element of domesticity; comfortable, healed, and content. A compression shirt clings to his musculature, biceps on partial display, beard growing shaggier.

“Are you judging me?” Bucky interjects, gaze teasing and playful as he takes another sip of his coffee. It pulls a soft laugh from your mouth, and he savors the sound.

“No,” Clicking your tongue, you lean over to glimpse at what he’s reading. There’s an article about stocks, something political, and then one regarding the Avengers. “I think it’s cute.”

With a roll of his eyes, he flashes a pearly smile in your direction. “Cute, huh?” He parrots, stopping down until his lips press against yours.

The kiss takes you by surprise, but you’re leaning into him, reveling in the scratch of his beard against your mouth. A drawn-out exhale leaves through your nose, lips nudging closer.

He tastes smoky, swirling with coffee and comfort that makes your brain fuzzy. A charged passion lingers beneath the surface, threatening to simmer through.

Silken fingertips brush over his jaw, eliciting an unsteady exhale as he tilts forward. The kiss deepens, crackling with electricity as you cup his cheek, thumb tracing across his cheek.

Hands find their way to your hips, abandoning both his mug and the newspaper. Urgency seeps into his grasp, palms massaging your skin through your shirt, daring to dip lower.

“Now you’re getting bold.” You mumble into his mouth, feeling his chest shake with a gentle noise. He kisses you again, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Something hot dances within his eyes, a flash of desire that bristles to the surface. “Can you blame me, doll?” Gravel-soft and affectionate, Bucky presses a slow kiss to your jaw.

Wandering fingers continue to snake lower, ghosting over the hem of your shirt, where fabric kisses your thighs. He moves underneath, cold metal and flesh holding your waist.

Grasping at his collar, you coax him in for another kiss, hotter this time, climbing with a twinge of desperation. You tilt closer, frame nudging into his as he sucks in a subtle sigh.

The low whisper of the kitchen light makes for something atmospheric, bodies wedged together against the counter. He caresses circles into your flesh, teasing the waistband of your panties.

A small noise emerged from your throat, lashes fluttering, heartbeat climbing beneath your breast. “Bucky,” You sigh, knowing that he wants something. “We should …”

“Here,” Bucky’s tone bites with something gruff, and the huskiness of it makes you press your thighs together. Molten heat swirls languidly within the bottom of your belly. “You’re so perfect.”

As he seizes your hips, he lifts you onto the kitchen counter. It isn’t much of a change or shift in distance, but it lets him stand between your legs, mouth traveling over the slope of your jaw.

“Bucky.” A low whine simmers from your lips, hands shifting to trace over muscled shoulders, holding steadfastly to the nape of his neck. He kisses you reverently, the center of everything.

Each kiss sends shivers through your spine, excitement mounting as your fingers gently tug at his hair. It’s soft within your hands, carding through as you tilt your head, deepening your entanglement.

Warm digits massage over the base of your spine, splayed just above your panties, metal palm tracing along your thigh. A sweet moan snares within your throat, lost within the labyrinth of your kiss.

“I wanna taste you,” Bucky husks, listening to the hitch that snags on your voice, lips parting incredulously. “Can I?” He hums politely, but you’re already prepared to beg him for it, if you have to.

“Right here on the counter?” You whisper, surprised by his boldness. It’s ridiculously attractive, heat swirling avidly within your stomach, seeping between your thighs.

His mouth peppers over your jaw, traveling lower to your neck. “If you’ll let me, sweetheart.” He murmurs, gentle and considerate as he pinches the hem of your shirt between his fingers.

“Yeah,” Instantaneous, you’re parting your legs further and he’s on you, mouth voraciously passionate. He’s so perfect — never rough, never demanding. “Buck, please.” You sigh excitedly.

The kiss he plants against your mouth is inherently needy, and he doesn’t try masking how much he wants you. He used to dance around it, still adjusting to intimacy; now, he’s more adept.

Vibranium digits skirt toward the warmth coalescing between your thighs, ice to fire, finding the elastic waistband with ease. “So beautiful,” He utters, beard prickling your lips. “You’re my girl.”

Preening beneath his words, you let him touch you, keening into him with enthusiasm. “I’m yours.” You sigh, breath snagging within your chest as his hands curl into your panties.

It’s disarmingly gentle, rapturous as he eases the garment down, cotton soft over your knees, and he’s crouching down without protest.

Warm lips brand themselves to your calf, vibranium like ice as he cradles your leg, letting it perch against his shoulder.

Blue hues burn from below, never wavering from you. Bucky kisses along your leg, to the crook of your knee, settling over the silky flesh of your thigh. An excitable noise hums within your throat.

The flat of your palm sits against his crown, nails idly raking through his scalp, pulling a subtle grunt from his mouth.

Your surroundings become little more than a blur, and you’re reminded that this is the kitchen; anyone could walk in. It gives you some excitable thrill, belly churning with anticipation as he kisses your thighs.

Careworn palms caressed circles into your thighs, dragging from your haunches toward your knees, and then back again. He holds you firmly, hot breath pluming near your pelvis.

Sweet kisses buried themselves along delicate skin, inching closer toward the slick warmth of your cunt. “Gotta be quiet for me, doll.” Bucky croons, hoping that you won’t alert anyone to your midnight escapades.

“‘Kay, okay,” Fumbling, you give a swift nod of your head, biting at your cheek when he mouths at your pussy. It’s an instant ripple of fire, one that shoots through you like a hot knife. “Bucky.”

With a broad stroke of his tongue, he raked hot embers over your core, hands steadying you, eager to please without an ounce of hesitation. His nose ghosts over your slick folds, causing you to shiver.

Lurching forward, your hips jolted, urging yourself onto his mouth with a twinge of desperation. “Oh god,” You stifle another moan. “Feels so good.�� The volume of your tone remains hushed, strained.

His tongue continued to greedily lap at your slit, briefly teasing your entrance. Bucky wants you, craves you, needs you more than air.

There’s something deeply intimate about the way he kisses your cunt; reverent, methodical, and adoring.

Bucky’s eyes don’t leave your face, gauging every little reaction you give him, transfixed. His mouth showers your sensitive core in a barrage of kisses, intermingling with his tongue.

His beard burns ragged over your skin, raw and real, the sensation sending tremors through your spine. Each lap of his tongue blurs your brain with a white static.

Mouthing at your pussy, he slows to a crawl, taking his time to savor every inch of you, feeling your hand tighten against his scalp. He grunts, musculature shaking, gaze shadowed with desire.

The taste of you was intoxicating, ambrosial; it was something he’d never get tired of, wanting you over and over again. His heart stammered within his chest, and you were the cause of it.

Through the kitchen’s dim shimmer, you’re stunning — gorgeous, beautiful beyond compare. As he’s ogling you from between your thighs, he thinks about how lucky he is to have this, have you.

Cool vibranium draws patterns over your hip, snaking down to your thigh, repeating the pattern. His other hand keeps you steady, rooting you over the edge of the counter.

Absentmindedly, your hips urge into his mouth; he welcomes it, treating you to another needy barrage of perfectly-timed laps. You moan, and he’s quick to soothe you, kissing along your cunt.

The taste of your pussy permeates his tongue, and he wants more, lapping at your core as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

He kisses along your slit, gesture mingling with soft, passionate laps of his tongue. Bucky slows when a noise rustles through the corridor, but it’s fleeting, dissipating.

“God, you’re so pretty,” He purrs, timbre vibrating against your core, sending shockwaves through your stomach. “How’s it feel, sweetheart?” Bucky husks, lips returning to your cunt.

“G—Good, so good,” You whine, hips jerking again as he steadies you, gaze incendiary as his lips wrap around your clit. “Shit, shit — Bucky!” The sudden ripple of bliss hits you hard.

The wet sheen of your arousal glistens against his chin, and he licks his lips before sucking on your clit. Metal fingers caress over your hip, dipping into your waist.

It makes you see stars, blissed-out and struck by a thrumming buzz that rips through your body. Electricity sears your veins, pulsing through your cunt as he toys with your clit.

A spasm courses through your thighs, legs curling on either side of his head. His shoulders keep your legs somewhat aloft, broad and corded with muscle. As he laps at your pearl, you have to bite your knuckles to keep from crying out.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky grunts between pleasuring your pussy and planting kisses over your inner thigh. The beard burn you’ll receive from it is something you won’t forget anytime soon.

“M’close,” You huff, grinding forward into his mouth. A groan catches within his throat, pulling from the depths of his chest, jostling through your body. “There, there — keep going.”

Bucky keeps pressure against your clit, mouthing at the clutch of nerves, interchanging with laps of his tongue. He’s thoroughly razed, glassy-eyed and aching for you in every way imaginable.

He’s devastatingly handsome like this, wedged between your thighs, kissing your pussy as if he owns you, and he does.

All it takes is another swirl of his tongue over your clit before you’re collapsing, unraveling on his mouth. It’s one of his favorite things, knowing how well he can please you; it instills confidence in him.

White-hot ecstasy shakes your body, heat curling around your bones, arousal honey-thick and wet between your thighs.

The bunched cotton of your panties are still on the floor, and he neglects to collect them. He takes his time with you as he works you through your orgasm.

Digits slack against his crown as you caress over his temples instead, labored breaths shaking your frame. After kissing your cunt, he plants a string of kisses to your thighs, too.

Your composure is threadbare, and Bucky stands again, licking his lips as if he’s had something delectable. He looks pleased, a man willing to do anything for you.

A feverish heat clings to you, flustered and riddled with a thin layer of perspiration. Bucky smooths a hand through his hair, staring at you as if you’ve hung the moon and stars themselves.

Wordlessly, he kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue, the bittersweet amalgamation of your arousal and faint traces of coffee.

Icy metal traces over your inner thigh, daring to tease you further, mouth passionate and tender against yours. Lost within your lips, he feels the hitch in your throat when he slides a digit over your pussy.

“Think you can give me one more, doll?” Bucky hums, and he can hear the exhilaration flood into your breathing. It becomes excitedly ragged, pupils blown-out with desire.

With a nod, you’re staring at him through your lashes, skin smoldering and sensitive as vibranium fingers caress over your slit. You shiver, gripping onto his forearm, nails digging crescents into taut muscle.

“Please,” Your plea is met with enthusiasm as he kisses you again, bleeding want and deliciously needy. As lips collide, two fingers split past your soaked folds, grinding into your core. “S—Shit, Bucky!”

“Shh, shh.” He soothes, lips covering yours again as you moan into his mouth. It snares within your throat, body rolling into his hand, desperate for any scrap of friction.

Your cunt twitches, throbs with a screaming ache that shoots through your nerves. Already having gotten one orgasm from you, everything feels heightened, sensitive — your thighs spasm in response.

Bucky cradles your thigh with one hand, kissing you hard as his fingers snake toward your entrance, teasing you with light prodding. Another shockwave of bliss ripples violently through your spine.

There isn’t any protest as you writhe closer, lips molded together, bound by spit and adoration. His hand glides over your leg, diving beneath your shirt to cup your breast.

The sudden jolt of pleasure curls around your spine, pulling a needy whine from your throat, legs squeezing at Bucky’s hips. His thumb brushes over your clit, causing you to gasp.

Ecstasy rips through you in heated waves, already burning with a white-hot fever. The edge between bliss and overstimulation begins to blur, and you’re desperate, grinding yourself into his hand.

Warm digits knead at your breast, feeling you keen into his embrace, back arched and mouth slack. “Bucky, please.” Little more than a strained moan, you fight to stay quiet, feeling his fingers caress your pussy.

Thighs shake, tremor with aftershocks as he nudges two fingers into your cunt, tight around him as he kisses your jaw. “So pretty for me, sweetheart.” He gruffs, hot breath pluming across your skin.

The kitchen counter is christened, no longer somewhere pure as he falls into a rhythm, pushing and pulling with his fingers. You grip at his chest, hands fisted into the tight spandex.

You’re like heaven to him, picturesque and gorgeous as he gently rocks two digits into your pussy, glistening with a sheen of your arousal.

His other hand palms at your chest still, affectionate and exceedingly tender, rolling over your nipple. The stimulation makes you jolt, moaning his name beside his face, lashes fluttering.

He makes you feel incredible, loved — like you’re the only girl in the world worth his time.

The cool metal of Bucky’s thumb circles around your already-throbbing clit, and the waves of overwhelming bliss hit you hard. It’s as if you’ve been scorched, mouth agape, body trembling.

“God, mm — m’close, Buck.” You pant, rattling like a leaf as he finger-fucks you, treating you to a barrage of kisses. Each one feels like droplets of fire, the burn pleasant, something you crave.

Coaxing another orgasm from you, he works diligently, never slowing or increasing his pace; he keeps it even. Lips lavish your throat in attention, tonguing over a string of smaller hickeys.

Everything feels hazy, a buzzing static humming within your brain, making you feel as if you might collapse then and there.

He’s unraveling you, slick-coated digits rutting in and out of your cunt at a sluggish, desirous pace, blue eyes eclipsed by something wanton.

Bucky grunts, feeling your pussy clench around his digits, tighter as the metal draws back and forth, thumb toying with your clit. Set ablaze, you continue to squirm, clawing for him, something to anchor onto and hold tightly to.

“Bu—Bucky, shit —” Sputtering, something primal unfurls within you, that white-hot coil snapping again, snapping violently. When you cum, it’s messy and he’s enthralled, digits slowing to a crawl.

A thrumming surge courses through your body, gripped by an incessant trembling when you come apart on his hand, jaw slack, head rolled back.

Moans rip through your throat, and he has to kiss you to make sure you’re quiet. The overstimulation is almost blinding, something heavy and burning as it slithers over your bones.

“I’ve got you doll, let go,” Bucky murmurs beside your ear, kissing across your face as you try to cling to any shred of composure. “Beautiful.” He hums, drawing his fingers from your cunt.

A placated smile spreads over your features, gaze half-lidded and dazzled as you cling to him, watching as he retrieves your panties.

Your legs shake, muscles feeling like molten liquid, and you wonder if you’ll be able to stand. He licks his fingers without any commentary, and the sight makes you flustered.

Quiet, he slides the cotton on over your calves, hitching them up around your thighs until you do the rest, legs pressed together. You’re obscenely soaked, and he guides you from the counter.

Wobbling on unsteady legs, he holds you close, a playful gleam dancing within his eyes. “Might have to carry you,” He teases, and you aren’t about to protest. “You’re so pretty.”

“I won’t say no to that,” Batting your eyelashes, you clean up the mess on the kitchen counter, ensuring that it’s spotless. “You’re perfect, Bucky — stunningly perfect.”

Bucky preens subtly, a warm huff of laughter escaping him before he scoops you up, bicep thick and taut over your back, other arm hitched beneath your knees.

“Stunningly, huh?” He husks, feeling you drape your arms around the back of his neck, toying with soft waves of brunette.

“Mm-hm,” Planting a kiss against his mouth, you can feel the passion bleed from his lips, kissing you as if you’re the sun itself. Sly, you pull away enough for a lascivious remark. “Want to christen the briefing room, next?”

A hitch forms within his throat, Adam's apple bobbing, eyes shadowed by both devotion and desire. Bucky clicks his tongue, detouring elsewhere with you in his arms.

“Thought you’d never ask, doll.”

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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The Day After

Pairing: Roommate's Brother!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Your new roommate introduces you to her brother, but you met him last night.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, mention of hooking up, tension, humor, flirting, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes being a menace (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Calling this AU About Last Night. No one asked for it. Hope you enjoy it anyway! @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline he's such a menace! ❤️ Thanks to the lovely @whisperlullaby for prereading and assuring me it isn't garbage. Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You groaned as you saw the time and wiped down the coffee table again. Rebecca Barnes, your new roommate, would be there any minute. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. She seemed like a sweetheart and was down to earth, the perfect person to take the other bedroom and help with rent. Plus, she had already seen the place and seemed excited to be roommates.

She was doing you a favor by moving in. Your last roommate got engaged and moved in with her fiancé. While you were thrilled for her, keeping a place in this part of town was costly. You had debated downsizing, but there was nothing available. Giving up the place would’ve been tough as well since you did love your apartment and it was close to work.

“It’ll be great,” you said, taking a wipe to the table once more.

Maybe you were on a cleaning spree so your mind wouldn’t keep going back to the guy from last night. The one at the bar with the piercing blue eyes and charming smile. And the beefy frame and soft chestnut hair that framed his face. The same hair you pulled when he laid you down on his bed and kissed down your body and-

You jumped at the knock on your door. Now wasn’t the time to think about the guy who blew your back out. “Just a sec!” you called out, putting the cleaning supplies away before you straightened up your top. With a deep breath, you opened the door with a smile. “Becca, hi!”

Rebecca’s smile was enough to light up the whole place, her brown hair swept back to showcase her beautiful face. You imagined guys, and maybe girls, flocked to her, but she told you she was single and happy that way. You were single, too, minus whatever last night was. “Hi,” she said, balancing a box in her hand before you held your hands out to take it. “How are you?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Good, but I’ll be better once I get everything inside. I didn’t realize I had so many boxes,” she teased.

“I’m happy to help with whatever you need,” you promised, setting the box down by her bedroom door. “Is your car outside?”

“Actually, one of my brother’s friends let us use his truck to haul most of my stuff here,” she said, a worried look crossing her face as she looked your way. “It’s okay that they help move the stuff in, right? I’m so sorry. I don’t think I asked. The furniture is just a bit heavy.”

“It’s fine. You have nothing to apologize for. This is your place now, too,” you assured her. You remembered her saying she had an older brother. Was his name James? “And you shouldn’t have to lug up an entire bedroom by yourself.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. My last roommate would’ve flipped,” she smiled, heading back to the door to stick her head out. “This way, guys!”

The first man that walked in was thick with broad shoulders and a smile as golden as his hair. If you had to imagine an all-American man in the flesh, this guy was it. But the guy that followed inside after him, he was the one who made your heart stop. The one who made your knees buckle. Because you knew those blue eyes.

And as his eyes bore into yours, he smirked.

Fuck…

“This is Steve, one of my brother’s best friends and pretty much like another brother,” Rebecca said, pointing to the blonde as you blinked. “And that’s my brother, James. Everyone calls him Bucky.”

You were very much aware that people called him Bucky. It was the name he made you cry out when he was balls deep inside you the night before. There was still an ache between your legs that reminded you just how thoroughly he fucked you. It was a miracle you were able to walk by the time he was done with you.

Not only did you manage to walk out of his room, you left his place before he woke up.

To be fair, it wasn’t your plan to ditch him after he took you in just about every position you could imagine. You just had to get home, shower, and clean up a bit before Rebecca showed up. And you did leave your number for him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Steve said as Bucky continued to stare.

The room suddenly felt very hot.

“James, could you not gawk at my new roommate like that, please?” his sister asked, waving a hand dismissively when he continued to stare at you. Thank god she spoke because your words were stuck in your throat. “I’m sorry. He does this weird staring thing sometimes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It’s okay,” you said, clearing your throat as Bucky raised an eyebrow. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You didn’t know what to say. “It’s nice to meet you guys, too.”

Bucky’s pretty eyes darkened a shade as he continued to stare you down. You shifted slightly on your feet. Was he upset that you left or that you just pretended not to know him, like last night hadn’t happened? But if you said you knew him, how would you explain it to his sister? You could’ve just said you met at a bar and left it at that. Or blurted out everything.

But how the hell were you to know Bucky was her brother? It wasn’t like the two of you had exchanged last names. Oh, Jesus, what was wrong with you?

The corner of Bucky’s lip tugged in a smile as he said your name. How did he manage to make it sound like honey and something sinful? “Becca was telling us all about you on the drive over. Said you’re very welcoming.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as he gauged your reaction. “That was nice of her to say,” you said, tearing your gaze away because you didn’t know what else to do. “Becca, I can go to the truck and-”

“Actually, could you show me where the bathroom is?” Bucky casually cut you off, jerking his head toward the door. “Steve, Becca, if you wanna grab a couple more boxes, I’ll be right down.”

“Sure,” Steve nodded as Rebecca narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t bother my roommate,” she warned before she left with Steve.

The brunette swung his head back toward you, a wolfish grin on his face as you gulped. “I won’t be a bother, will I?”

“Bathroom’s this way!” you said much louder than you needed to, your heart racing as you went down the hall. He was right on your tail and you wondered if he would figure out which bedroom was yours and drag you into it. The hall seemed more narrow with him in it. The wonderful smell of him took up the space, too. “Right there,” you said, not looking him in the eye as you pointed to the bathroom door.

He put an arm up to block your exit. “Nice to meet me, huh?” he asked, tsking as he shook his head. “Did I fuck you so good that you lost your memory?”

You inhaled, your cheeks hot. “Bucky!” you hissed, looking over his shoulder to make sure his sister and friend weren’t back yet.

“So, you do remember my name,” he said. The smirk that followed almost had you dropping to your knees. What sorcery did this man have over you and how could you get it to stop? “I mean, you should remember it. I did have you screaming it.”

You stuck a finger in his face as you stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up! If your sister hears, she might get upset and back out of the lease. And I don’t want her to leave. She’s nice and I can’t afford this place without a roommate.”

He gripped your wrist and maintained eye contact as he swirled his tongue around the tip of your finger. An unashamed whimper slipped past your lips that you couldn’t smother, yet you didn’t make a move to stop him. “My sister won't back out of the lease, so don’t worry about that.”

“O-Okay,” you said, trying not to let him distract you as he repeated the motion. Your nipples hardened under your top anyway. Damn him. “But if she stays, how am I supposed to explain that we…”

“Fucked until the sun came up then fucked again? Yeah, you're right. It might be really hard.” He tilted his head as his gaze went lower. Was he trying to kill you? “About as hard as when I had my cock in your sweet, wet-”

You covered his mouth to smother the rest of the statement, but you felt the vibration from the word “pussy” against your skin. He chuckled at your expression. The man was going to drive you crazy.

“Yes, yes. We fucked. Best fuck of my life, okay?” you admitted in a huff.

A genuine smile touched his lips as he lowered your hand. Not a smirk or smug smile, but something lighter like when the two of you chatted over a drink. A smile that made your knees weak. “I was the best fuck of your life?”

You shook your head. You shouldn’t have said that. “That isn’t the point, but I do want to point out that I don’t make it a habit of hooking up with random guys,” you said, hoping that would be the end of it.

Amusement filled his eyes. “I know. You told me that when I brought you home and I believed you,” he reminded you, your breath hitching when he leaned in close. “But you still begged me to fuck you raw. Or did you ‘forget’ that, too?”

Electricity crackled between the two of you slowly exhaled. “I didn’t forget,” you breathed, your tongue darting out to touch your lip. It almost touched his.

How could you ever forget how right it felt when he filled you up?

“Yeah? Then were you embarrassed that you went home with me?” he asked, his voice quieter than before as he took your hand in his. His thumb moved over your skin as your pulse quickened again. “Is that why you left this morning? Or acted like we hadn’t met?”

Your gaze softened. God, did you hurt his feelings? You hadn’t meant to. “No, I’m not embarrassed that I went home with you. Not at all,” you promised. Bucky was like a god and you were a mere mortal that he somehow chose to bless with his presence. “I’m sorry I left. I only did that because I had to get back here.”

“I could’ve given you a ride. Well, another ride,” he said, brushing his fingers along your cheek, his voice still not back to normal yet. “I’m a gentleman like that.”

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I did leave my number,” you said, hoping that would at least soothe the unintended wound. “And I’m not at all pointing fingers, but you didn’t exactly jump to tell your sister we had met either when you walked in.”

He shrugged and looked over his shoulder. “She’ll be back any minute. Let’s tell her.”

“Tell her what?” You asked. The two of you hooked up. There was no label or relationship yet. “We did a lot of things that I don't think she needs to hear about.”

The smile morphed back to the smirk that was getting under your skin in the best way. “Then come to my place so she can't hear the things we’ll do to each other. You know I have a great bed.”

You smiled and considered it for a moment. The handsome menace was single and so were you. Would it be so bad to go with him again? Yes. You couldn’t ditch your new roommate to hop into her brother’s bed, especially on the day she was moving in.

With a shake of your head, you backed away. “You’re unbelievable,” you replied, almost giving in when he pouted. That look probably got him whatever he wanted with most people. “And I’m not going back to your place today.”

“Why not? Like you said, you left me your number,” he said, making a show of holding up his phone. “You obviously wanted to, at the very least, talk to me again.”

“Look, Bucky, can we talk about this later? Please? Your sister’s moving in today. Let’s focus on that.”

His shoulders slumped, but he recovered in the blink of an eye. “Okay, you’re right. But you promise we’ll talk? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about last night.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, you wanted to talk to him again and it warmed your heart that he seemed interested in talking to you, too. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it either,” you told him. But you couldn’t dwell on that when you heard footsteps approaching. “I promise we’ll talk later and figure out whatever this is.”

That appeased him for now since he dropped his arm. “Later then.”

“James! Are you done going to the bathroom? I thought you were going to help?” Rebecca’s voice rang out. “Oh, God, you’re bothering her, aren’t you?”

You giggled as you ducked past him. “He isn’t bothering me.”

“But I am offering to order dinner for all of us if she doesn’t mind the company after we bring the rest of the stuff up. Maybe we can all watch a movie, too,” Bucky said from behind you, smiling when you looked over your shoulder with an exasperated gaze. “What do you say?”

You had to smile back because you knew you’d say “yes” before Steve brought the next box in.

And things were about to get a lot more interesting in your life since Bucky Barnes seemed determined to continue whatever had transpired the night before.

Neighbor!Bucky level of being a menace. 😂 I also like to imagine this is a version of Stud and Smartie in another world had she lived with his sister instead. ❤️‍🔥 How long before Becca finds out? What shenanigans will these two get up to? Do you lovelies want to see the night before? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Pocky Game

SUMMARY: How would they react if you asked them to play Pocky with you? Do they already know the game? What is it like to play with them? And how would a game with them end? 💋

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers + Dateables (- Luke) = Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub; Belphegor; Diavolo; Barbatos; Simeon; Solomon.

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points; Kissing; Suggestive?

WORD COUNT: An average of 240 words per character.

COMMENTS: I've already given up questioning the lore of this game, trying to find canon in the stories of the cards and events. I'm just going to write what I want and if there's something similar in a card or something, I don't know anything anymore. 😅😭

I hope you enjoy ❤️

CONTEXT: The Pocky game is a party game played with Pocky, a Japanese chocolate- or candy-coated biscuit snack. Two participants place the Pocky between them “Lady and the Tramp” style, and try to be the last to hold onto the biscuit, often resulting in a kiss.

How to play:

Pick a partner that you wouldn't mind kissing.

Face your partner and put a Pocky stick between you. Each partner takes an end of the Pocky stick in their mouth.

Each partner bites their end of the Pocky stick until their mouths meet in the middle. The first person to pull away loses!

To ensure that the others don’t interrupt or prevent you from playing, you go to his room.

Lucifer doesn't know what game this is. He doesn't usually have much interest in being up to date on these matters. That is more a Levi or Asmo thing.

“If you want a kiss, you can just ask for it, you know?” He tells you with a seductive smile after you've explained the game. But you insist that you want to play. He sighs amused. “Fine, if you want it that much.”

He comes closer to you and gently holds your hand with which you hold the box. Without taking his eyes off yours, he opens the box, leans over to bite into one of the biscuit sticks, takes it out with his mouth and points the other side at you. Before you bite the other side and start the game, he also places his index finger and thumb on your chin to tilt your head.

He plays with that seductively piercing gaze of his fixed on your eyes. As intimidating as it is inviting.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in, taking the last bite and kissing you passionately.

He breaks the kiss but doesn't take his face away from yours, speaking with his lips still very close to yours. “Well, I played your game. Will you play mine now?” He lifts you up and carries you to his bed.

Mammon knows what game this is. Some Succubus and Incubus have already tried to convince him to play with them. “Hey, I said they tried! Of course I didn't play. Who do you think I am?” So... would he accept to play with you?

“W-with you?” He blushes. “Well, s-sure. You're the only person I wouldn't mind playin’ with.” That he wouldn't mind? “FINE, that I would like to play with. Happy now?”

Yes! You take a biscuit stick out of the box, put it in your mouth and point the other side at him so he can bite it. He does so, blushing. He ends up letting go and relaxing as the two of you take your bites.

When the last bite comes and it's his turn, he ends the game and kisses you. It starts out relaxed, but within seconds it becomes needy. To the point that he cups your face and gets so close to you that you almost feel the need to take a step back so he doesn't completely eliminate the empty space between you.

He doesn't want to, but he breaks the kiss. “I hope you only wanted to play once, ‘cause now I just want to enjoy my prize.” He kisses you again, picks you up and takes you to his bed.

OF COURSE LEVI KNOWS THIS GAME! What kind of fake Otaku do you think he is? He even started rambling about the times he had read in mangas or seen in animes scenes like that and wanted to experience it and know what it was like.

He even goes so far as to comment on a character in a game that he loves doing this to him (the player) and... he sees you start to get upset with him. “NO, NO, NO! It's nothing like that! I swear! I mean, I like the character and I wanted to know what her route was like, b-b-but I was wondering the whole time...” He already had a small blush on his cheeks, but it got even bigger. “...ho-how it would b-b-be with y-you.” He also does that thing where he puts the tips of his two index fingers together.

Well, lucky for him, you also want to know what it's like to play with him and you have a box for that. His blush deepens, practically spreading across his entire face. BUT HE IS SO HAPPY!!! You also want to know what it's like to play this with the person you love? AND IT IS HIM? You'll need to find a way to calm him down so you can play.

You are the one who puts the biscuit stick in your mouth and points the other side at him for him to bite. He will be nervous the whole time you are playing. And when the last bite comes and it's his turn, he can't take it, he stops, perhaps in a mental struggle whether he should kiss you or let you decide. You're the one who ends up deciding to end the game and kiss him.

And now, with this confirmation from you, he can no longer contain himself and wrap his arms around you. And even after you break the kiss he will want to continue snuggling with you.

Yes, Satan knows the game, or at least the description of it from some books. “You want to play it with me?” He smiles. “Of course, I would love to! I would also like to know what it is like.”

He lets you set up the game. You put the biscuit stick in your mouth and let him bite the other side. Although he's blushing a little, he maintains his composure while playing with you, while looking into your eyes with affection.

When there is only one bite left to finish, even if it is his turn, he stops. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants you to be the one to choose how you want to end the game. And you finish the biscuit stick by kissing him.

You feel his lips form a smile, his arms wrap around you and surprise you when he pulls you in a way that you lose your balance and lie down supported by his arms.

He breaks the kiss gently and looks at you to see your reaction. He smiles, happy that he surprised you so positively. He rests his forehead against yours. “I can see why people like to write about this game. Would you like to play it again?”

But OF COURSE Asmo knows this game! He tells you he's even played it before, and then regrets it a little when he sees your reaction. “Oh no hon, it was just a few quick kisses, just a little touch. Don't be sad, you know that my special kisses are aaall for you~. You still want to play with me right?” He makes puppy eyes.

“Yaaaay~” He gets so happy and excited when you say yes. He's so cute he looks like a kid in a candy or a toy store.

You put the biscuit stick in your mouth and he wastes no time in biting the other side. He plays the entire time with that cute smile and his eyes shining as he looks into yours. But in the last few bites, that look begins to change and become more seductive.

When there is only one bite left to finish and it’s his turn, he stops. His inviting gaze tells you he wants you to be the one to end the game and give him your love.

You do so and, as if that had been a way for you to give him permission to show his love for you, he hugs you passionately and deepens the kiss.

You're going to have to be the one to break the kiss because if it were up to him you'd stay like that for hours. “Oh, do you want to take a break? Do you want to play again? Sure! I can play with you until the box is empty. And then we can continue the kisses without the sweets right~?”

You hesitate to ask Beel about the game. I mean, it's a game that involves food... and it's Beel. But he realizes that there is something you want to tell him, so you end up giving in and telling him about the game.

He thinks he heard about the game from Levi, but the only thing he remembers is that there were biscuit sticks involved. You say you would like to play it with him, emphasis on the play.

“Don't worry, I understand what you mean. I know I'm at risk of being tempted to just eat the biscuits, but if you want to play I'll do my best to restrain myself.” He smiles warmly. “Even though biscuits may be tasty, I like making you happy more.”

You are the one who puts the biscuit stick in your mouth (because if it were Beel he would simply eat it whole) and point the other side at him so he can bite. He rubs the back of one hand with the other, nervous because he's afraid he'll end up eating the whole biscuit and ruining the game. But he takes his first bite anyway.

His first two bites go well, but on the third he gives in to the temptation of chocolate and ends up taking a bite that almost ends the game. You are both surprised and he looks away sadly. But you can still take one last bite.

You take the last bite, ending the game and kissing him. You try to convey through your kiss that everything is okay and you forgave him. You realize you've made it successfully when you feel him smile, hug you and deepen the kiss.

“Hey, I liked the game, but can we separate food and kisses for now?” He says when you break the kiss. “I was really scared that I might accidentally bite you.”

Belphie recognizes the name of the game because he's heard Levi or another brother talk about it. But could you explain the rules again? It's a game that doesn't require effort and that brings you both closer together, so: “Okay, sounds fun. Who starts?”

You were going to put the biscuit stick in your mouth, but then you decided to hand it to Belphie for him to bite first, as if you were feeding him. You know he loves it when you spoil him. You bite the other side and the game begins.

He is very chill when playing and have a sweet smile on his face. There is no tension during the game, just a warm and comfy feeling.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game, it is his turn and he ends the game by kissing you softly. You stay like that for a while until the kiss is broken gently.

You keep playing until either one of you gets bored or the box is empty. After that, he will convince you to lie down on the bed and cuddle. “It's a fun game. We should play it again sometime.”

Diavolo doesn't know the game, but he's super excited to learn everything about it and play with you. He listens attentively and with a smile to your explanation. “Ha ha ha. Looks like a simple but fun game. I will play with you with pleasure.”

You put the biscuit stick in your mouth and point the other side at him so he can bite it. He does so with an amused smile. The game goes smoothly and without tension, just with a warm and comfy feeling.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game and it is his turn, he stops and looks you in the eyes. You giggle and he understands this as the confirmation he was looking for. He ends the game and kisses you sweetly.

He hugs you and pulls you gently against him. He deepens the kiss before breaking it with a big warm smile. “What a lovely game.” He caresses your cheek. “Thank you for showing it to me. Do you mind if we play it again? I really enjoyed playing it. And I enjoyed doing it with you even more. Your sweet kisses are the best thing I've ever tasted.”

Barbatos doesn't know this game, but he will be happy to learn how to play it if you don’t mind teach him. He listens attentively to your explanation and the more you talk the sweeter his smile becomes.

“I see, the rules seem simple. It will be a pleasure to fulfil such a request coming from you. Do you want to start the game or would you like me to do the honours?”

You let him start the game and hand him the box. He takes out one of the biscuit stick, puts it in his mouth elegantly, and leans forward slightly, as if bowing, so that the other side of the biscuit is level with your lips.

You bite the other side and the game begins. As expected, he is a perfect gentleman throughout the game. When there is only one bite left to end the game, even if it’s his turn, he will stop so that you can decide how you want the game to end.

You finish the biscuit stick and kiss him. His kiss is gentle and loving. You feel his gloved fingers on your chin, caressing your face until they reach your cheek, the feeling of a soft, well-cared-for fabric.

If you take too long to break the kiss, he will politely break it. He chuckles. “It will be my pleasure to provide you with all the care and love you desire. But shouldn't we distribute this feeling out across the game rounds for it to be more fun?” He brings his index finger to his chin. “Unless one round was enough for you.”

Simeon doesn't know the game, but he will be happy to learn how to play and do it with you. He smiles sweetly the whole time you are explaining the rules. “Ha ha. Sounds like a fun game. I would love to play with you. How do we start?”

You put one of the biscuit stick in your mouth and point the other side at him so he can bite it. He does so with a cute smile. The game goes smoothly and without tension, just with a warm and comfy feeling.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game and it is his turn, he eats it, kissing you. It's a kiss that starts off sweet but becomes more intense, with him cupping your face and deepening the kiss. You can feel the smile on his lips.

He breaks the kiss slowly. “Hum... This was the goal, right?” He asks slightly embarrassed. “Did I overdo it? I’m sorry if I did.” You say he didn’t, that everything is fine and that you even liked it. “Oh, really? I’m glad. I got excited when I when I felt your lips. But don't hesitate to let me know if I do, okay?”

Of course Solomon knows this game. From Asmo? Thirteen? Someone else? You will never know. “Ha ha ha. I don't remember who told me first, but I've known it for some time. Don't worry about it. I'm looking forward to playing with you. Can I start?”

You tell him he can and hand him the box. He takes out one of the biscuit sticks, puts it in his mouth, places his index finger on your chin to tilt your head and places the other end of the biscuit at the same level as your lips. When you bite it, he smiles.

Even though his face doesn't have a very different smile than usual, there's a certain mischievous tension throughout the game. The closer your faces get, the more this feeling grows.

When there's only one bite left, even though it's his turn, he stops, and looks into your eyes waiting to see what you're going to do. You finish the biscuit and the game, kissing him. You can feel his smug smile. He wastes no time in grabbing you by the waist to press you against him to deepen the kiss.

You'll have to be the one to break the kiss if you want to continue playing, otherwise he'll simply lead you to his bed.

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formulaonecrumbs · 2 months ago

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little bean 👩‍🍼

Lando Norris x older sister!reader

summary: reader meets newborn baby lando or in her words ‘bean’

warnings: nothing but tooth-rotting fluff and the love of an older sibling

A/N: the pipeline of a fangirl where u go from wanting to be ur comfort persons lover to their sibling. like i just wanna take care of this boy 😔 this is just the kind of fic i want to read but im a scaredy cat and don’t like requesting (i’m one y’all dw, i get u) then i realised i could just right it myself 😝 SO ENJOY! i’ll probably wrote more parts even tho y’all didn’t ask for them cause i’ve been working on these for about a month 🤷‍♀️ love uuuuu ❤️❤️

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home film #1 (out of a gazillion)- found in a cardboard box labelled ‘memories’

(recorded: st mary’s hospital, bristol)

timestamp: 2:34 am 11–13-1999

the camcorder is a little shaky when it turns on, the screen filling with warm hospital lighting and the soft beeping of monitors. cisca’s voice is gentle behind the camera, her laugh quiet as she whispers, “you’re shaking it again, adam.”

then it focuses—on you.

a small girl in a fluffy pink jumper, hair slightly messy from the rushed morning, hands tightly clutching a tiny stuffed rabbit. you stand near the hospital bed, eyes wide, not quite understanding what all the fuss is about.

“come on, sweetheart,” cisca says from behind the lens. “go on, say hi.”

you glance up at your dad, who’s sitting by the bed, holding something small. very small. the blanket is blue, the top of a tiny head just peeking out.

“is that him?” you whisper, taking a step forward, as if you’re not sure the baby is real.

“that’s your baby brother,” adam says softly, turning slightly so you can see better.

your eyes light up. you don’t say anything for a moment, just stare—then you walk closer, fast and determined, climbing onto the chair by the bed with all the clumsy energy of a three-year-old.

“can i hold him?”

cisca gasps a little behind the camera. “she’s so brave,” she murmurs, clearly touched.

“let’s sit you down first, yeah?” adam says gently. he helps you sit properly, adjusting a pillow on your lap before placing the tiniest baby you’ve ever seen into your arms.

you look down at him, eyes huge. he’s asleep, his little fist resting on his chest, his cheeks round and red.

“he’s squishy,” you say.

“he is,” adam chuckles. “his name is lando.”

you frown. “lando?”

“mm-hmm.”

you look down at the baby again. “he looks more like… a bean.”

everyone laughs.

but then you go quiet. your fingers brush over his blanket, careful and slow, like you already know he’s fragile. you lean down just a little, resting your cheek against his tiny head.

“hi, bean,” you whisper. “i’m your big sister. i’m gonna take care of you forever.”

cisca sniffles behind the camera. “oh, adam,” she whispers. “she loves him already.”

you don’t move for a long time. you just hold him like he’s your favorite thing in the whole world. lando doesn’t even stir—just stays curled in your lap like he knows he belongs there.

right at the end of the video, before it cuts out, you look up at the camera.

“mum?”

“yeah, love?”

“he’s my favourite.”

fade to black.

THE END :>

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thetrasha · 5 days ago

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Hello again 👋 since you did such a stellar job last time, i'm here to request another Ace, Doffy, Law and Zoro story, this time about their first kiss x reader! Tysm and i hope you feel better soon ❤️

Thank you so much, anon. I feel much better, just suffering from a stuffy nose and a bit of a cough now 🫂(❁´◡`❁) It's actually so sweet to have recurring faces in my inbox~ And thank you so much for this request! I was super enthusiastic about writing this and poured everything I had into this 🫡Hope you enjoy it just as much!

PS. I'm so sorry for abusing your request like this, but I wanted to address another anon in my ask box 👀You requested a certain Corazon and hehe, yes I've just reached that part of Dressrosa! I just don't feel confident enough to portray him just yet so your request will be pushed a bit into the future, hope that's okay with you ♥ So excited to write about this man though ╰(*°▽°*)╯

PPS. I cooked. Again!!

First Kiss

feat. ACE, DOFLAMINGO, LAW, ZORO

ACE

Your first kiss was… sweet.

For quite some time, Ace and you have been inseparable. You’ve become fast friends after hitting it off, deciding to even go on missions together. Most of the others have caught onto you by now, silently offering their blessings, but you two were completely oblivious to the budding romance between you. It was perfectly normal to go up to Vista and give him a hug – why would it be different when Ace twirled you around after you returned from your little scout session on an unexplored island? Nobody blinked twice after you spent an evening playing cards with Marco in his room, but low whistles and wiggling eyebrows would follow you when Ace wanted to show you some random trinket he caught with his fishing rod. Additionally, everybody aw-ed and cooed when Whitebeard patted your hair and smiled down at you, but if Ace ever went as far as touch your shoulder out on the open deck, some other commander was always near to berate him on ‘how to treat a lady properly’.

You haven’t been around as long as most of the others, so… maybe this is just how the crew decided to affectionately tease Ace since he was the youngest commander around?

However, Ace was very much aware of the others’ constant meddling and why they were so keen on making his life miserable.

He’d told Marco to back off once – just once! – because the doctor had been acting too familiar with you when Ace was the one who was madly in love with you. That single sentence spread like wildfire amongst the crew and now he cannot even do best-friend-esque things with you without someone else trying to ruin the moment.

It was totally normal to develop a huge crush on your best friend. You are gorgeous, so loving and you care so much – maybe too much.

It was also perfectly fine and not unusual to stare at them for moments at a time, trying to muster up the courage to ask you out on a da-

“ACE!!! YOU’RE SETTING THE BED ON FIRE. OUT WITH YOU!”

Marco’s scream rang across the entire Moby Dick, alerting everyone with ears that Ace had just embarrassed himself again. Originally, he went in to see Marco because of ...certain problems, but he couldn’t quite tell him that you were constantly in his head and making his heart leap into his throat every single time he thought about your smile or how nice you smelled today and how cute you looked in the outfit you showed him…

Sigh.

Luckily for him, you were just within earshot to hear Marco’s crazy rant… that still ran its course in the background, and you immediately sought Ace out to help him.

You had your own hammock with you and let him follow you wordlessly into his room. This time, nobody was even there to interrupt.

You started talking about what you were up to before you heard Marco’s alarm bells ringing in the med bay. Of course, you were a natural at taking care of Ace… but that was very much part of the problem!!

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you with so much longing in his eyes that it would have made anyone blush. You were his missing piece, better half – whatever they want to call it.

You’ve seen him through it all, but you weren’t tired of him. You didn’t mind his quieter moments and you always offered your shoulder to him – just to lean on and cry if necessary.

Of course, you wouldn’t think much of sleeping next to him. Your actions were platonic in nature and Ace would actually quit the crew if he made you uncomfortable in any way… but he almost got pulled back into reality when you innocently pointed at his own hammock, not knowing that he was lost in thought.

“Or do you wanna cuddle?”, you questioned innocently.

...And Ace choked on his own saliva. He just knew that his cheeks were crimson red and boiling. This was humiliating… he unusually had excellent control over his powers, but you rendered him completely powerless against you and you didn’t even know it!

…That being said, of course he wants to cuddle.

He lied down next to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, feeling just how warm you were and how your steady breathing immediately calmed him down. It was like a magical remedy, but he could feel his eyes flutter –

– and that’s when his eyes locked onto yours. You wore a precious smile and you seemed to glow next to him. That’s how happy you looked… absolutely stunning.

But he did almost faint when you leaned in to briefly peck his lips to tell him that you love him, too.

WAIT.

“TOO?!”

DOFLAMINGO

Your first kiss was… dangerous.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me! You cannot push me around, Doflamingo!”

You spit words of venom at him just after you realised that you were now working… directly under his command, just like he threatened.

Doflamingo, meanwhile, could only grin in amusement. Of course you thought he was bluffing, thinking of you as nothing more than a little plaything. Oh, how utterly wrong you were. He saw right through you – you were probably testing him, just like how he tested your loyalty. You wanted him to take the bait and push you away, just so you’d have a reason to close yourself off again and go solo. He knew those tactics by heart, sweetheart.

No, he wasn’t kidding when he said that you should be working for him. If you wanted to work, that is. You could just enter the family business, love, after all… you might as well be family at this point. Heh.

He’d entertain your need for independence for as long as you want him to, though. This is how he took notice of you after all.

So what if he stole you right out of another underground broker’s filthy pawns? They weren’t fit to stand next to you anyway. You outshone everybody… especially your former employer. Doflamingo’s been watching you for longer than you may have realised, just to find a flaw within you… but when he found none, the obsession swung in the opposite direction: He was no longer pettily snappish towards you for going after his clients to boost your boss’s image, sweetheart no… you were suddenly a woman worthy of his own calibre. No mistakes, no fear and… one glaringly obvious flaw turned asset – you trusted absolutely nobody.

And just like him, your desire for unmitigated loyalty was like a noose around your pretty neck.

You’d no longer have to deal with these rats who waste your talent away for arms deals that amount to nothing, you were meant to shape the new world order alongside yours truly.

You were just waiting for him.

“Say something!”

Doflamingo smirked before he walked up to you, grabbing your jaw with such speed that you barely had the time to react. It was laughable how he didn’t even have to activate his Devil Fruit powers to restrain you. His freakish height didn’t just give him the opportunity to loom over you, it also came with unimaginable strength. He could almost feel your jawbone crack under the pressure, but you would be caught dead before you uttered a single complaint.

“We crave the same thing, you and I. Letting you rot away pointlessly… might as well break my heart.”

A chuckle echoed through the otherwise empty room, but you weren’t amused at all. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw. He could feel the muscles beneath his fingers contract and his pupils dilated at the sight and the sensation.

“How dramatic. Almost brought me to tears.”

Your sarcasm earned yourself a laugh. He let go of you, but you could very much feel a string attach itself to your hand. Doflamingo knew better than to turn you into his puppet, but he very much wanted to remind you of what he was capable of. You were above everybody else, but still beneath him. You don’t have to submit, but you should know when to behave.

“You’re the only one to speak to me like that.”, he noted nonchalantly, “And after we’ve been on a bunch of dates, too. Tragic. Woe is me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, sighing in defeat. You knew that he was right.

Yeah, he might have… pulled some strings to get you to agree to meeting him away from glamorous galas and dangerous deals, but he got to know you and your innermost desire. You wanted to trust someone wholeheartedly.

Well, Doflamingo happened to know just the guy.

“Dates where you’ve tried to kill yourself or me.”, you added just as coolly, voice monotone and face neutral. Totally befitting for a Queen.

“And you kept us both safe, my love.”

He licked his lips before breaking out in a dark chuckle that turned maniacal for just a moment. Oh, he was ecstatic that you’ve proven your loyalty towards him. You were everything he’s ever wanted.

“Now it’s my turn to protect you.”, he vowed before he kissed your hand, looking into your eyes while doing so.

Your pupils were blown out.

Bingo.

“Lean down.”, you calmly ordered.

And it’s one of the only commands he’s ever taken from someone else.

You gingerly kissed him, not even letting him taste a drop of your essence before you pulled away, smirking at him with self-satisfaction.

He turned his head with a smile until you blew him another kiss, turning heel and then walking to your new room.

Damn.

He just let go of the string holding onto you.

LAW

Your first kiss was… an accident.

Law had been pretty nervous about this.

He’s always been a profoundly reserved man who kept matters of the heart private, but he couldn’t deny that he was actually quite excited to take your relationship to the next level. He really, really trusted you – and now that he has you, he’s not going to let go. You’re his forever love now. After all, despite seeming like he couldn’t care less, he was a romantic deep down… and terribly inexperienced. It didn’t matter to him whether you were in the same boat or not, he couldn’t actually care less about that part; he was just insecure about making a decision on whether… he was ready at all to open up like that and offer his heart to you.

Law was very much self-aware and intelligent enough to recognise the signs: He wasn’t just in love with you; he truly loved you.

This bond ran deep.

And although he trusted you completely and wholeheartedly, he wasn’t sure if you wouldn’t be put off by that constant contradiction in his behaviour… most others judged it quite harshly, after all.

He didn’t reciprocate much, aside from talking. Yes, he held you in the privacy of his room and nuzzled his head against your neck, but if you wanted something like that, you could just pick up any stray cat from the streets.

He knew! He knew that it wasn’t enough, damn it. But it was just so hard to keep his composure whenever you placed a gentle kiss against his cheek and lovingly patted his spotted hat before placing those warm hands on his shoulders. You always squeezed him with so much affection and care that he just froze in shock.

The man who couldn’t even hold your hand in public loved you so purely that he wanted to kiss you? How ludicrous.

Most of the people who knew about your relationship probably thought that he was doing you a favour and entertaining the idea of a relationship without actual commitment, but… they had no idea. Absolutely no idea.

Even if he had trouble showing it, Law was proud to call himself your boyfriend. The thought alone made him bashful, though. His breath hitched, those tattooed fingers twitched very briefly before he closed his hand into a loose fist, rubbing his sweaty palms with his fingertips and he could hear his own heartbeat echo in his ear canals.

“I brought you tea, Law. You’re working so hard… don’t push yourself too far.”

…Yeah, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he didn’t get any work done today; his head was just in the clouds since he’s been too caught up in his own thoughts…about you. These maps weren’t studied at all – all he did was study how soft your lips would feel against his-

“Thank you, (Y/N)-ya.”, he tried to play it off smoothly, but he had to clear his throat after saying your name. His longing for you made his voice a lot softer, a lot more… vulnerable. He didn’t want to scare you off with his sudden change in behaviour, which meant that he had to keep his voice monotone at all cost.

Today, you put your hands on his shoulders first, causing Law to tense up immediately. He turned his head to hide his pathetic blush from you – immediately butting heads with you.

And-

Oh my God.

He tore his lips away from yours. That was so sloppy and clumsy, he-

Law is devastated. If you look closely, you could actually watch his soul leave this plane-

He looked at you, noting how your eyes swam around looking anywhere but him and that you couldn’t contain your smile. The corners of your mouth trembled before curling up into a sweet grin that had him melt on the spot.

“I’m sorry, Law, I didn’t mean to-”

Law couldn’t help but cut you off with a kiss that surprised the both of you. It wasn’t a good one; he was too nervous, too tense, his face was stiff and he couldn’t quite close his eyes, looking at you to burn this image into his mind instead.

You didn’t have to apologise. He didn’t want to make you feel like you had to feel sorry for anything – especially not something as meaningful as this.

Besides, the fact that you enjoyed it just as much and went lax in his arms was… everything.

ZORO

Your first kiss was… powerful.

“Again!”

“…”

“Again!”

“…”

“One more!”

“…Zoro.”

“Just once.”

“Zoro,” you sighed, “You need a break. You’ve been at it for hours now.”

Zoro knew that. God, did he know it. Frustrated with himself, he grunted lowly before lowering his swords. His jaw was already hurting from biting down on the blade’s handle for so long, but he couldn’t help himself.

He’s been living inside the crow’s nest for the past two days at this point.

Two days ago, you got hurt. It shouldn’t affect him this bad… Luffy got hurt, too, as did Usopp, but you were… his partner. Your injuries might as well have been cuts into his heart – he saw you fall into Franky’s arms with a nasty gnash right across your thigh. You were bleeding so much and that scream… it will haunt him now.

Someone thought that you were an easier target than Brook or Franky, who were standing firmly by your side as you bought time for Nami to set sail, protecting the Sunny from any assault raining down on you guys. Zoro could barely watch from the sidelines, too engrossed in fighting his own opponent as Luffy and Sanji took on their captain right next to him. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the Straw Hats could defeat any enemy with enough time and focus as everyone had their unique skill set and purpose, yet as soon as Zoro’s blades clashed against the fellow swordsman’s rapier, he heard your blood-curdling scream. It must have hurt so bad – he knew what deep cuts felt like and just how badly they burnt when saltwater got into the fresh wound, but he’d been training himself to deal with any bit of pain. You were never meant to be the recipient of an injury at the hands of another, because Zoro had sworn to himself that they’d have to go through him first.

But there were you – crying and hyperventilating as Franky tried applying pressure onto your seeping wound while Brook had to unsheathe his sword and cut down those enemies all by himself now…

Well, until Zoro zoomed across the battlefield with unprecedented fury, pushing himself to his very own limits.

Usually, the crew promised to minimise casualties. In a matter of life and death, of capture or kill, Luffy would always choose capture – he knew that some things had to be done, some sins had to be committed, but overall, you were all quite peaceful…

Until that scream.

“We can ask Sanji for a drink, you know… I bet he’d even make you a snack.”, you mused happily.

Zoro’s eyes snapped up and he calmly took a deep breath in, disguising it as an annoyed huff. You were fine. Well, as fine as you could be. Your leg was swollen and the blood has soaked through the bandages on your thigh, leaving a bit of red residue that perfectly mimicked the shape of your wound. Otherwise, you were okay. You had to redress that cut with fresh bandages every night because of the humid climate, but everything was okay.

Logically, your green-haired friend knew that there was nothing to worry about, but he couldn’t help but feel like a failure.

You were important to him! You… weren’t protected when you needed it the most.

You needed him and he wasn’t there.

You were damn good at what you do. That’s why Zoro often chose to hang off of you, following you around. It was so easy to be around you. Most often, you’d even talk to him… you knew very well that your swordsman wasn’t actually fast asleep, he was just preserving energy if it came down to the worst.

Ugh, it did come down to it and he wasn’t there.

Fucking-

“This isn’t about getting stronger, is it, Zoro?” Your hands grasped at his bulging forearms, strained from swinging his swords at the objects you threw all day, and you affectionately caressed his scarred flesh. You were even kind enough to offer him a sad smile.

“I… You… I… You’re important to me.”, he confessed through gritted teeth, averting his gaze. He tried to fight being obvious about it, but you could feel goosebumps rise beneath your warm hands even though he’d just finished a workout and was drenched in sweat.

“Zoro… You’re important to me, too. That’s why you shouldn’t beat yourself up over this. You were there, in the end, as you always are. I know I can rely on you.”

He shook his head in disapproval but leaned in to press his lips against yours. It was a measured kiss, just long enough to get you to briefly feel his plush lips and get especially close to him while your hands still held onto his arms.

And when you smiled, Zoro knew that… yes, you could rely on him. Forever.

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aurorawritestoescape · 9 months ago

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WALLET PHOTO || DBF!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel and you are in a secret relationship but one day Joel notices that you’re not very careful at keeping the secret.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, age gap (how big is up to you), soft!Joel, taking nudes, praise kink, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), squirting, creampie. Reader wears a skirt. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description.

Word count: 4,3k

A/n: written for @justagalwhowrites ‘s Joel Miller Birthday celebration! I chose dbf Joel and secret relationship. Thank you for a wonderful challenge, Kit 💕and Happy Birthday to tloml, Joel Miller!❤️ Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 I’ve never written dbf and I hope y’all like it! Love you! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST || more soft Joel - Good Girl || Sweet Cherry

After an afternoon movie date with Joel you’re sitting on your bed in your room with a shoe box on your lap. Joel’s leaning against the door frame, watching you with a soft smile. Your noisy roommate is not in so you two are enjoying each other’s company in the quiet apartment.

Joel knows about your big collection of movie tickets and doesn’t ask any questions when you take today's trophy out of your wallet with a content smile and place it in the box. You’re telling him how much you hate the introduction of electronic tickets when Joel interrupts you.

"Hey! Show me that.”

With his expression serious all of a sudden he steps up towards you, his arm stretched and waiting.

“What?"

"Your wallet. Give me.”

“Ehm... no.”

You're hurriedly trying to shove it back into your tiny handbag but Joel’s too fast. He bends down, yanks the wallet out of your fingers and opens it. You sigh deeply when he looks down at you with a heavy scowl that speaks volumes.

You don’t say anything and after a few moments of heavy silence he breaks it.

“Baby”.

You probably should feel concerned but the thunder in his voice sends shivers of excitement down your spine, your heartbeat increases and you gush into your panties.

"What?"

"Why do you have my photo in your wallet?"

You pout your lips and reply with defiance,

"To look at you."

He puts his hands on his hips, his usual stance when you behave like a brat, your wallet still clenched between his thick fingers, and his usually warm but now fiery eyes under the furrowed brows are boring into you.

“What if your dad sees it?”

"He won't."

"How can you be so sure? I’ve noticed it. He might as well."

"Well..,” you start and pause, looking everywhere but his piercing eyes.

"Well what?"

“I don't know, Joel! Stop grilling me!” you exclaim, finally breaking under pressure. Then you look up at the man with your best puppy eyes and explain, “I love this photo. I love looking at it when I miss you.”

Joel sighs and his arms fall in defeat. His softness washes away the displeasure off his handsome face as soon as he notices that you’re upset.

His voice is warm and comforting again when he argues,

"But you have a bunch of my photos on your phone.”

"Yeah, but… This is different. I love having it here. I open my wallet and BAM! You’re staring at me. So handsome and mine.” Your eyes downcast, you add, “My heart feels warm and shit when I see it.”

"Warm and shit. Jesus. You'll be the death of me, missy."

With a deep sigh he hands you the wallet back and when you are about to grab it, he clasps your wrist and gently pulls you off the bed and into his embrace. You press your nose to his warm chest, hidden behind the softest flannel, and take a deep breath of his scent. His big heart is beating steadily under your palms, his arms, muscular and strong, shield you from the outside world that is unfortunately not receptive to your relationship.

You feel a kiss planted on the top of your head and look up at Joel. Your eyes lock as you talk without speaking, confess the things that both of you have no guts to verbalize yet. Instead you connect by sharing the warmth of your bodies, letting your heartbeats harmonize with each other.

As always when you’re with Joel, the warmth quickly morphs into scorching fire and your body starts demanding him just as much as your heart. Your core ignites, sending flames of wet desire to your aching pussy and you lick your lower lip, inviting your secret lover to get a taste.

“My beautiful girl”, Joel whispers, as his pupils dilate, eyes slide over the curve of your mouth and he leans down. The kiss, gentle, slow and wet, soon overwhelms you, makes your whole body tremble with need and you cuddle into his arms as close as you can.

Joel seems impatient to have you too and when he slightly bucks his hips, you feel him stiff against your lower belly. You breathe out his name and take a step back, pulling him by the hand towards your bed. He sits down on the foot of it and you swiftly straddle his thighs.

“Damn, baby,” Joel growls as you plant a soft kiss on his cheek and your hips start rolling gently against his hard bulge. He throws your open wallet on the bed and you turn to look down at the photo.

Joel follows the direction of your eyes and says with a soft smile, “I remember that day.”

“Yeah, it was my birthday. You looked so hot in that blue shirt.”

“Really?” Joel beams at you like a cat sitting in the sun and his dark eyes are darting between yours while his hands are gripping your hips tighter.

“Yeah. We weren't together yet but I was already… I already liked you.”

“Oh,” Joel mumbles and then tilts his head, brows furrowed. “Didn’t ya have a boyfriend back then? I remember some guy being there with you.”

“Yeah, I did,” you smirk and then nuzzle his scruffy cheek, purring against it, “but the entire party I was wet because of my dad’s buddy.”

Joel growls and squeezes the softness of your hips as you sit straight and admit, locking eyes with him,

“ ‘s why I took that photo. Wanted to have something of you.”

Joel’s looking up at you as if you’re an angel fallen

from heaven. Not used to expressing his feelings, he pulls you closer, kisses your cheek and hugs you tightly.

“I… never thought I’d feel all this again. Never thought you’d be mine. ‘m lucky to have you.”

You hold your breath and freeze in his arms, scared to ruin this beautiful moment.

Joel pulls away from you and searches for your eyes.

"I want your photo too, sweetheart. Wanna feel warm and shit when I open my wallet," he quotes you with a wink and adds, "Your dad be damned."

You giggle, the sound ringing with excitement, and swiftly get off him.

“Let’s take it now!”

You hurry to your desk, open the first drawer and look for your Polaroid camera. Then you return to Joel, handing it to him.

“Where should I sit?”

You look about your bedroom, chewing on your lip, searching for the best place to pose at.

“Not the bed, baby. I should have at least the benefit of the doubt if someone sees it.”

You laugh and then take a seat in your chair at the desk, thighs pressed together, covered partially by your short skirt, hands clasped in your lap.

Joel gets up, and when you give him your most innocent smile, he pushes the button.

The picture slides out immediately and Joel pulls it out and starts shaking it, stepping up to you, waiting for it to develop.

“If I look bad, we’ll take another one, k?” you ask, your big eyes directed at Joel.

“You couldn’t look bad even if you tried, baby.”

Warmth fills your chest as he cups your cheek and you nuzzle his warm palm. Then you impatiently take the photo from his hand and look at it.

“It’ll do,” you comment with a happy grin.

You show it to Joel and he bends over and squints looking at it.

“Do you need your glasses?” You ask with a naughty smile and Joel throws you the look.

“I don’t,” he straightens up and takes the photo from you to inspect it closely.

“Huh. You look like such a good girl.”

You fake gasp, plant your hands on your knees and bat your lashes at him with exaggeration.

“Ain’t I a good girl, Joel?”

The man puts the photo on your desk and steps up so close that his jeans brush your naked knees. You squirm when he pinches your chin and tilts your head up to face him.

“We both know how bad this good girl can get.”

The way he says it, voice low and gruff, eyes blown out and full of fire, sends shivers down your spine and you feel a new surge of wetness spill into your already soaked panties.

“Yeah,” you agree and bite your lip when an idea lights up in your mind. “We can take one more photo. Of your bad girl.”

Joel’s chest expands, and he shifts his jaw while his hungry gaze is sliding down your body.

“You’ll let me?”

You nod, melting under his scorching look.

His expression is serious, almost dark, when he takes the camera off the desk. You try to contain your excitement, calm down the fire burning deep in your core, before you take a deep breath. Joel steps back and sits down on the bed, thighs spread, holding the camera in his big hands but not lifting it to his eyes.

“Show me what you wanna do, baby.”

“Ohh.” You raise your eyebrows playfully at the man. “You can be unhappy with my pose?”

“What if my bad girl gets too shy to come out?” He smiles and you bite your lower lip, giddy with the challenge presented to you.

After a few moments of contemplation you start by taking your top off. You give Joel a little show, sliding the clothing off your body slowly, gliding your hands over your exposed skin. Soon you’re left sitting in your lacy bra and a skirt and Joel seems to love it. He throws his thighs wider and adjusts his prominent bulge.

Wishing to show him your assets in the best way, you lean against the chair and arch your back, pushing your tits out. Your nipples are hard under the thin lace and Joel definitely sees them.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” Joel praises you in a soft tone but then tilts his head to the side, a smirk twisting his lips. “Wish you showed me more.”

You narrow your eyes at the man.

“I hope you’re ready for what’s coming,” you say and seductively pull down your skirt. Joel’s eyes immediately dart to your lacy thong. Now you’re sitting only in your underwear in front of Joel, who’s still fully clothed. When you glide your palms over your body to entice the man, your arousal spikes and you desperately wish for it to be Joel’s big hands.

“Wanna take a pic now?” You know that Joel’s on the verge of getting up and ripping the last of the clothes off you but he surprises you with his reply, as he places the camera on the bed next to him.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You can do better.”

Your jaw drops at his audacity and you wriggle in the seat, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs, probably leaving a wet stain on the chair.

‘He wants to play? Let’s play,’ you think and purr,

“Careful what you wish for, Mr Miller.”

Joel’s nostrils flare and a low growl rises up from his chest when he hears what you called him.

Your mischievous smile indicates that you know exactly what you’re doing and you don’t plan on stopping. Joel is always gentle with you but sometimes it’s fun to wake the other side of him, a passionate man driven by desire, ready to grab, manhandle and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.

So with a half sigh-half moan you hook your thumbs under the straps of your bra and slide them off your shoulders while Joel’s dark eyes are following your every move. His gaze glosses over when you pull your bra cups down and expose your breasts to his hungry eyes.

“Ohh, that’s my girl,” he croaks, moving closer to the edge of the bed, as if he’s ready to pounce on you any second.

“Still a good girl, Joel?” you purr, kneading the soft plush of your tits, and spreading your thighs a little wider.

Joel seems to be lost for words as you take the bra off and languidly move your hips back and forth, riding the chair, desperately wishing it to be Joel’s hips. Your sexy taunting backfires as the friction on your aching pussy spikes your need and you plead,

“Can you already take the pic?”

Not tearing his eyes off your body, Joel grabs the camera off the bed but still doesn’t direct it at you.

Your heart beats faster when you realize what he’s waiting for.

You’ve started dating Joel recently so every time you show him THAT part of you, your pussy, your whole body still trembles with nerves and excitement. Joel never pushes you, never asks for more that you wish to give him but you can’t help but feel a little anxious.

Before you step over the edge, you take a deep breath and spread your thighs wider. You trace your seam under the panties with your middle finger and your skin erupts with chills at the light caress. You tilt your hips up to show him more and Joel leans slightly forward and wets his lips when his eyes land on the wet spot on the fabric.

“Shall I take my panties off, Mr Miller?” Your voice is shaky with lust, as you press your finger to your hardened clit over the soaked panties. A needy moan flies out of your parted lips and Joel echoes it with a groan.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Please, show me.”

His self control is crumbling, judging by the strain in his voice. You don’t make him wait for long. You lift your hips and in a second your panties fall on the floor.

“Ohh, baby.”

Joel’s soft moan at the sight of your naked pussy gives you the needed courage, drowns your shyness in a deep pit of desire, and you slowly lift and plant your feet on the edge of the chair, one and then the other.

Your pussy opens up, weeping hole clenching, calling for your lover, and your chest and belly heave when you caress your mound and then slide your middle finger between your wet folds.

“Joel,” you whimper and his will breaks.

He gets up, brings the camera to his eyes but then lowers it to ask,

“Can I take a few photos of you?”

You smile and whisper a sultry ‘ yeah’ and Joel pushes the button, taking a photo of you sitting on the chair, your nipples perked up, legs bent and spread, hand resting between your thighs as you look up at him with your gaze lustful and needy.

He’s inching towards you and every few seconds takes another photo. Click-click-click.

“Damn, I — you’re— fuck, so hot.”

You giggle and, wanting to give him more, run your hands over your naked body so he could capture your fingers pushing your breasts together, twitching your nipples, gliding through your puffy folds. The pictures are falling on the floor, one by one, blank yet, creating a path as he’s slowly walking towards you.

Your pussy is crying, clear desire trickling from your hole and onto the chair, and you whimper when he kneels in front of you and glances up, waiting for your approval. Your cheeks burn but you nod with a smile, letting him capture the most sacred part of you.

Joel’s breathing heavily as he brings the camera to his eyes and directs it at your glistening cunt.

When the photo appears, he doesn’t look at it. Instead he’s focused on your expression, pained and needy, and your desperate ‘Joel’ falling off your lips drives him crazy. He puts the camera on the floor and clasps his big hands around your ankles.

“Are you achin’, sweetie? Do you want me to kiss your sweet pussy?”

“Yes, Joel, please, ye—”, he doesn’t let you finish, his warm lips immediately press to your cold wet folds.

A string of your loud moans fill the room after he grabs your hips, throws your thighs on his shoulders and begins eating you out. He starts with open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, slowly moves to your sopping center and licks a path from your hole to your pulsating clit. He gently sucks it into his mouth and you clench your fist in his curly graying hair, your pussy gushing onto his chin. Joel feels your wetness on his skin and lowers his mouth to drink everything you're offering him, like it’s nectar of the gods itself.

“Sweet—sweet little pussy—mine—ya mine, baby,” he mumbles and his words vibrate against your cunt, making you writhe and whimper, as he’s bringing you higher to the peak.

“Oh my god, Joel,” you whine as his tongue begins a lascivious dance over your clit, his wet hot muscle swirling around it, rubbing it tirelessly and it’s not long until you cry out into your palm and shake, twitch, jerk against the chair, against Joel’s unyielding lips, still caressing you through the hard climax.

You sigh happily when your body relaxes, and completely drunk on endorphins, with half-lidded eyes, see Joel’s face looking up at you from between your thighs. His gaze is lustful, chin glistening with your slick, and you sit up to kiss the man who has just rocked your world.

Joel reaches up to you and you meet him halfway, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss lets you taste the tang of your juices on his tongue, and you hum at the delicious mixture of him and you.

“Need you, baby— need you now,” Joel murmurs against your lips. Eager as well you get up and lead him to the bed.

With impatient hands he starts unbuttoning his shirt, but you stop him.

“Let me, Joel, please,” you ask, your eyes pleading, and he grants your wish. You take his flannel off and then his undershirt. You know that he’s desperate to be inside you yet you can’t help but to glide your palms over the expense of his hairy chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength of his body, so big and broad and all yours. You unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down together with his boxers.

Joel’s chest is heaving as you both look down at his hard cock, standing proudly at attention.

You bite your lip and your eyes gloss over. It’s gorgeous. You wish you could kiss it all over, take it in your mouth, let him spill his hot cum on your waiting tongue. No, he needs your warm wet pussy.

You wrap your hand around his stiffness and Joel moans, hurriedly trying to hide the sound with a fake cough.

“No, please,” you whisper, placing your palm on his chest. “I love hearing how good you feel.”

Joel slithers his arm around you and cups your butt, pulling you closer to him, and his wet tip pokes your lower belly.

“YOU make me feel good. I can never get enough of you,” he whispers in your ear and you melt under the heat of his naked body against yours, his lips leaving kisses along your neck.

“Wanna ride you,” your murmur tells him.

Joel lies down on your bed and you straddle his thighs and take his cock in your hand before lifting your hips and hovering over it. He’s still training your pussy to take him and his big cock is still a challenge for you. You brace your hand on his chest, guide his tip to your entrance, take a deep breath before starting to sink on his member, inch by inch.

Joel shuts his eyes and tilts his head back, dipping it into the mattress.

“Oh—ohhhh—fuckin’—,” a string of pleasured sounds is leaving his open mouth and you follow him, reveling in the sensation of him pushing your walls apart, filling you nicely like no one has ever had.

Finally you’re fully sitting on his cock and he opens his eyes to look down at the place you’re joined, his length completely sheathed inside your cunt.

“Will never get used to it—warm and wet— and so fuckin’ tight. Sorry, baby,” he apologizes for cursing and you reassure him with a hazy smile,

“ ‘s ok. You’re so big inside me, Joel. It’s like I can feel you here.” You put your hand on your chest and he chuckles,

“I ain’t that big, sweetheart. But thank you for the compliment.”

You giggle but the smiles are quickly wiped off your faces when you finally move on his cock. You start riding him, rolling your hips back and forth, smearing your slick over his crotch, and then bounce up and down, alternating your movements.

Joel's hands are gripping your thighs but you need him so much that you take them and hold them up, feeling your connection brighter. Joel’s looking up at you with adoration and piety, taking in your ecstatic expression, your bouncing breasts, your skin, dewy with sweat, your glistening folds, spread around his girthy cock.

“Fuckin’ angel,” he mumbles and shuts his eyes.

“Joel, look at me. Please,” you murmur.

“Can’t, baby— can’t— I’ll come too soon—you’re too sexy.”

“I don’t care. Come. I want your eyes on me.”

He doesn’t deny you and soon he’s drinking the sight of you fucking him with full gulps.

You don’t give him any respite when you place his hands on your breasts and he begins kneading them, twitching your perky nipples. Yours meanwhile travel back, as you turn slightly and find his balls under your moving pussy. You caress them in your palm, one and then the other, then gently tug on the sack.

“Jesus, baby, want me to burst? Oh, yeah—“

You both are moaning, chasing your climaxes with increasing intensity. You tilt your hips a little to press your pulsating clit against the fluff of his pubic hair and grind, grind, grind your pussy over his lower belly. Joel’s cock moving deep inside you, your clit twitching in his coarse hair, all the sensations combined light up your body and when Joel lifts his torso on his elbow and unhinges his jaw to take as much of your breast into his hot mouth as he can, you explode with a loud cry.

He’s sucking and licking your tit as you bury your nose in his soft hair and your pussy starts clamping around his cock. A surge of wetness floods your core and you moan his name desperately, soaking his stiffness.

“I’m here, baby. I gotchu.”

Joel lies back down, plants his feet on the bed and starts thrusting his hips up, plunging his cock deeper into your squirting pussy.

“Take it—take it—,” he grunts through gritted teeth, fingers digging into your soft thighs as he’s fucking you, your walls squeezing him hard, until he roars and begins spurting his cum inside you, adding to the ocean of ecstasy already filling your core. The squelching of his and your cum mixes with your moans, the music of your unity.

As soon as he stops twitching inside you, you fall on his chest and you both relax, catching your breaths, his cock slowly softening inside you.

The sweat on your skin soon cools down and you shiver.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Joel coos and, still staying under you, covers your back with a bedspread.

You get warm and almost fall asleep, lulled by his steady breathing, but Joel squeezes you and whispers against your temple,

“Got something for ya.”

He moves you off him, and you shift on the bed, after feeling a wet spot under you. It’s not the first time you squirted with Joel but it still fascinates you what he can do to your body.

Meanwhile Joel gets off the bed, picks up his jeans off the floor and shoves his hand into a pocket.

He retrieves something and sits back down next to you.

You sit up, not bothering to cover your naked breasts, and crane your neck to see what he’s got in his hands. It turns out to be a long velvet box.

“Wanted to give it to you next week. For one month anniversary. But you said that you’d wanted to have something of me. So —ehm—here.”

You see a soft blush bloom on his cheeks as he speaks and butterflies dance in your belly at how cute and sweet he is. He opens the box and with two thick fingers pulls out a gold necklace. He holds the ends of it and you see a pendant hanging on it- a little heart.

You gasp at the surprise and then squeal, throwing your arms around his neck. Joel chuckles and asks you to turn around so he could put it on.

You look down at the beautiful gift, lift the heart and press it to your lips.

“Thank you, Joel,” you whisper and then hurry off the bed.

You grab your Polaroid camera where Joel has left it and direct it at yourself. You return to Joel with another photo in your hand - a close up of your neck and Joel’s present, resting on the top of your chest.

“Here. Your wallet photo,” you smile, handing it to your lover. “Only you know it’s me. We can keep our secret.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he croaks with his eyes sparkling and pulls you in for a kiss.

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mira-says · 6 months ago

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Snooping Shadowsinger

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Summary: Azriel finds a solstice gift in your closet. He wants to open it.

Warnings: Fluff, anxiety, mild smut at the end

Word Count: 1.9k

Author's note: Let's pretend this came out before Christmas, okay? Okay, enjoy ❤️

Azriel shuffled through the items in his drawer, searching by feel more by sight. He was running late, the warmth and softness of your body had kept him in bed later than usual. He recently discovered a new aversion to the cold skies of Velaris, or the cold anywhere. Not only for himself, but for you. He wanted you to feel warmth when he arrived back at the house after a long day to wrap you in his arms, and he honestly would prefer to just not leave you at all.

Spring could not arrive quickly enough. But first, Azriel would celebrate his first solstice with his mate. It was a week away, and he knew you were excited. He would keep his complaints on the weather to himself.

Sighing, Azriel closed his drawer and turned toward the closet. "Y/N," he called as he opened the door to the sizable space filled with a generous mix of both of your clothes. "Did you put my sheath somewhere?"

"Your... shit?" You called from the bathroom, the sound of water muffling your voice.

"No, love, my sheath," Azriel emphasized. "For my dagger? The one that goes over my ribs."

"Oh, no, you know I don't touch your daggers."

"I know, I-" Azriel crouched on the floor and spotted the dark leather mixed with the rest of his clothes from the day before. He'd been changing into a sleep shirt last night when you'd slipped into the closet behind him and, well, neither of you made it to bed with any clothes. "Found it."

You said something in reply, but Azriel didn't hear, his eye catching on a bit of silver paper deep in a corner of the closet. Pushing a pair of boots to the side, he discovered a small box wrapped up with an elegant bow. He blinked. A solstice gift.

The water turned off in the bathroom and Azriel quickly pushed the boots back to where they had been mostly hiding the gift from view. He picked up his sheath and the rest of his discarded clothes before exiting the closet.

As he closed the door, you appeared in the bedroom, hair still wet and wrapped in a fuzzy towel. Azriel's heart jumped. You had been mated less than a year, and he wondered how long it would be before he could he could see you and not want to immediately pull you closer.

His desire must have been obvious on his face because you stepped towards him with a mischievous grin and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"You're going to be late," you murmured, stepping back.

Azriel reached out to grab your hips before you got out of reach. He tugged you back towards his chest, and pressed his lips to the top of your head. "I'm already late, what's a few more minutes?"

You chuckled and pulled away, but not before giving Azriel a deep kiss that set the bond humming in both your chests.

"You'll make me late, my love, and you know I can't be late today."

You were right. Rhys had told you at dinner last night that the deal with the Spring Court would go through after all. A solstice miracle, you'd called it. You had to be there to make sure the signing went smoothly.

"When do you think you'll be back?" Azriel asked.

"Around midnight, probably. Don't wait up for me, okay?"

"I won't," Azriel lied. He'd always wait up for you. Your eye roll said you knew it, too.

A few minutes later, you had winnowed off to the Spring Court and Azriel had finally trudged up to the roof of the House to train with Cassian and the Valkyries. But he found he couldn't focus, his mind kept drifting to the box he found on the floor of the closet. The solstice gift.

Was it for him? Surely you hadn't been so careless as to leave his gift so poorly hidden. But then, it was your first solstice together, maybe no one had told you yet about his inescapable habit of peeking and prying. He was sure that he told you to give your gifts to Rhysand for safekeeping. Maybe you hadn't had a chance yet? Maybe you'd--

Azriel was startled from his thoughts as his back hit the dirt.

"Awake now?" Emerie's voice sounded above him. She was crouched by his side, an annoyed look on her face. "Aren't you the one always going on about keeping focused, even while sparring?"

Azriel huffed and to rose smoothly to his feet. "I also tell you to finish your fights. Don't let your opponent get back up."

"Who said I was letting you get back up?"

Azriel tried to brace his legs into a more study position, but there wasn't time as he felt another sharp kick to the back of his knees, sending him back to the dirt. He turned to see Nesta, meeting her too-satsified smirk with a glare.

"Leave the poor male alone, his mate had to leave town this morning." Cassian called over to them, unable to stifle his laugh.

Azriel bit his tongue. That wasn't an excuse he'd accept from any of Valkyries, and it certainly wouldn't be one he'd accept from himself. He stood back up, dusted himself off, and mumbled an apology to Emerie for being distracted.

He kept his footing for the rest of the session, but it wasn't easy. You'd left a gift in their closet. He needed to know more.

Cassian followed him down the stairs after training. "Are you okay? You know Y/N will only be gone a few more hours, and Rhys is with her. They'll be fine."

"I know, it's not that." Azriel knew you could take care of yourself even without Rhys.

Cassian put his hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "Then what is it?"

Azriel sighed. Maybe he was being ridiculous. Maybe Cassian could help him make sense of it.

"I found a solstice gift in our closet this morning."

"From Y/N?"

Azriel nodded.

"For you?"

"I'm not sure," Azriel admitted. "Why would she just leave it there for me to see?"

"Are you sure she meant for you to see it?"

"Well, I mean, it was hidden, but not very well." Azriel sighed.

"Brother, nothing is hidden 'well' from you. Maybe she didn't think you'd notice."

Azriel hummed uncomfortably. "What if... What if she did want me to notice? What if it's like a test or something to see if I would open it?"

Cassian laughed. "Well, are you going to open it?"

Azriel didnt answer. Cassian laughed harder. "Please tell me you're not actually going to open your solstice present from your mate a week before solstice!"

"I could redo the wrapping. She'd never know."

"She'll smell you on it!"

"It's in our closet, it will already smell like me." Azriel narrowed his brow thoughtfully. "But I guess I could have my shadows open it, and they could see what it was. That way I wouldn't really be looking."

Cassian's laughter died. "Azriel, you can't be fucking serious."

Azriel began to pace. "It's our first solstice, Cass. I just want it to go well."

"And you think snooping in your gifts will make it go well?"

"I... I don't care about the gift, but you know I don't like surprises. What if I don't react the right way and she gets upset? Or what if she's spent too much gold on it? Or not enough? Gods, it's not like I'd expect something expensive. But what if I spent too much on her gift in comparison and she feels bad?"

"Az-"

"Fuck, I did spend a lot of gold on her gift. Maybe--it's just--why would she leave it there in our closet?"

A shadow curled around his ear, whispering your arrival a heartbeat too late. Azriel turned and his heart dropped as you stood at the balcony with Rhysand, a mixture of guilt and amusement crossing your face.

"Surprise, we're back early," Rhys said dryly. "We thought Tamlin would want to make signing the deal more of an event, but apparently not."

"You were the one who wanted to make it more of an event," You accused. "Now get out, I need to scold my mate."

Rhys shot Azriel an apologetic look before taking back to the skies, Cassian following close behind. You chose to ignoring his muttering of "stupid, stubborn bat" as he he passed.

When they were out of earshot, you cocked your head at Azriel.

He sighed. "I guess you heard all that?"

You didn't say anything, just started up the stairs and gestured at him to follow.

In your room, you went straight for the closet. Azriel stood by the bed, feeling a wave of guilt as you reappeared with the gift in your hands.

"Y/N, I'm -"

"Read it." You held the gift up to his face, your fingers holding away the bow that he could now see had been covering the gift tag.

To Rhysand, From Y/N

"Oh." Azriel said lamely. Well, that explained why you hadn't given it to Rhys. You put the gift back in the closet, and he found he couldn't look you in the eye when you returned.

You pushed him lightly to sit on the bed and crawled onto his lap, tilting his face back and forcing him to meet your eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

You felt his anxiety through the bond. "Love, I'm not actually mad at you."

"But I said-"

"I know what you said. It's not a big deal, I promise. You found a solstice gift, and you were curious. Honestly, even if you'd opened it I wouldn't have been mad, but I guess I'd have to get another glitter explosion spell."

Azriel choked on his laugh. "You're getting Rhys a present that explodes glitter for solstice?"

"Yes," you said seriously. "He'll finally have something real to pick off his clothes."

Azriel couldn't help the grin forming as he thought of Rhys covered in glitter. He looked back to your eyes. Soft, warm, and light with love.

"I am sorry, really," Azriel began again. "I don't want you to think that I don't trust you or anything, I'm just... Nervous."

He cringed internally at his own words but you just nodded.

"I know," you murmured, running you hand soothingly down his cheek. "I know you, love. And Cassian warned me about your snooping before your birthday this summer."

Azriel felt a blush rise to his face. You smiled and kissed his slightly pink cheek.

"Also, I got you a very nice present," you teased. "It is appropriately expensive, I promise. And you can act like you hate it for all I care because I know you will still be with me no matter what."

"I will," Azriel promised.

"And I will be with you. You're stuck with me, my sweet, snooping Shadowsinger."

Azriel felt the last of his anxiety fade as he pressed his lips to yours. He rolled you onto the bed pressing you to the mattress as he kissed you harder.

"Maybe I can give you one of your solstice gifts right now," he said, kissing down your body, removing your clothes as he went.

"I don't think it counts as a solstice gift if you give it to me everyday anyway."

"Smart ass." He shook his head at you before removing your undergarments and dipping down to lick at your core.

With your taste on his tongue, and your sweet moans reaching his ears, he knew you would be the best solstice gift he'd ever have.

Thank you for reading, let me know what you think! ❤️❤️

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