#delighted to have some time to write 💞

[ricciardo133]

Miami 2023

maxiel, Max in a bikini, light frotting

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Max walks from the hotel hallway into the dark suite. He flips on the lights to see an inexplicable hot tub. There, just a few yards from the California king in the upscale room, is a marble jacuzzi.

It seems elegant but out of place, plopped in the otherwise normal room like someone was drunkenly designing in The Sims. The entire hotel is quite elegant, but Max wasn't expecting his solo suite to be this fancy.

He looks over his key card's paper pouch while dislodging his phone from his jean pockets. After confirming with his team that, no it was not a mistake and yes this was the only room the hotel had left, he hangs up and stares at the jacuzzi like he would a strange wild animal. He then calls Daniel.

"Mate, do you have a hot tub in your room?"

"What? Like the bathtub with jets?" Daniel asks back, his mirthful tone intrigued.

"No, like a fucking pool hot tub by the bed."

"Holy shit. You got a honeymoon suite? Complete with rose petals and champagne?"

"Sadly just coffee packets and little soaps." Daniel laughs that charming honk that always makes Max smile reflexively.

"I'm sure they can bring some in for ya. Aw, you're a lucky man, Verstappen. Sounds divine. Far cry from our little shared teammate suites back in the day, right?"

Max's smile falls. He bites his lip, thinking of the gentle touches, the hushed friction from back then. Furtive handjobs in darkened rooms, twisted sheets and nervous assurances it was only out of convenience. Daniel's lips around Max's length, then switching spots and swearing that whatever happened in that pocket of time didn't mean anything after. Always 'just for now' and nothing more. Just for now, never, despite Max's silent yearning, bleeding out from the hotel rooms' private universes to something more.

"Hotels are more boring without a roommate," Max says. They haven't done it in so long, but now that Daniel's back with the team? Max snuffs the thought. "Well, it's weird but fine. We won't be at the hotel much anyway."

"Hey, well, enjoy it while you can. A little pre-race soak sounds hella choice."

"I don't have a bathing suit."

"Max, it's in your room. You can use it naked."

Max flushes. "I guess."

"I can bring you a suit, if you reallly want? I'm actually out on the town right now."

"Uh, sure. And one for you. You can use it, too."

"I always pack one, Maxy. Don't have to get ready if you stay ready. What kind you want? Trunks? Speedo?"

Max laughs. "Surprise me," he says. He glances at the tub, picturing Daniel's lean frame in there with him, legs brushing like ice baths back then or past soft contact in hotel showers, knees on wet tub floors. He shivers. "Whatever you want. You know...just for now," he adds, as if the underlining, wordless current of want would somehow be beamed telepathically from iPhone to iPhone.

Daniel doesn't say anything for a moment. "Max, I..." He takes a sharp breath. "Do you remember Spa 2018? When that chick threw a bra on the fan stage?"

Max smiles but then freezes when he remembers getting back to their shared suite that night. That Daniel kept it, cheeks as red as the laced bralette as he handed it to Max to try on, both of them still slick with sweat after qualifying, thighs slipping against one another, Danie's damp hands on Max's cupped breasts.

"Yes, I remember."

"Just for now, right?" Daniel asks, in that soft tone he hardly uses with anyone else.

"Just for now."

"Okay, I'll bring two options."

He hangs up. Max stares at the cold marble and feels heat well in his belly. He lets a nervy breath go and unpacks just to do something to get his mind off the defrosting longing.

He still feels lost in snippets of horny memories as someone raps a little staccato melody on the door. Max darts over, opens it, and resists unspooling immediately.

"Damn," Daniel says as he eyes the hot tub. Max watches his friend stroll into the suite as he looks over the room. He's still in the team kit from some media event he must have been at downtown. Max feels undone seeing him in that shade of blue again. "A nice touch. Floridian elegance," Daniel says.

"I should start the water."

"I'll do it. Here," Daniel says, tossing a bunched up shopping bag into Max's arms. "Whichever you want, okay?"

Max looks into Daniel's big brown eyes and nods. His mind is a cat pawing Daniel's words like a ball of yarn as he slips into the bathroom to change.

The first thing he pulls out is a classic pair of swim trunks covered in little palm trees. He sets them aside, opens the bag further, and peers down at the other two red items at the bottom. He swallows. That throbbing, electric current ups in kilowatts in his heart, thinking that Daniel missed it, too. He wants it again, too. It's a simple mantra he repeats mentally on loop as he shuffles off his jeans and shirt. He puts on the bikini and assesses his reflection.

He wishes he had shaved. He looks from the smattering of facial hair around his full lips and soft cheeks down to his tense, strong neck and further down past his collarbones to his two pecs. His hand-full breasts are held in place by the scarlet triangles of silky fabric, edged with a slight lace design. He adjusts the thin bikini straps over his shoulders, feeling flustered at how defined and full his tits look. They lightly bounce as he lets the straps go, soft flesh jiggling and making his head spin. His hands slip down along his waist, pulling the bikini bottom out and then letting it similarly snap back into his plush love handles that slightly swell over the fabric.

Fuck, he thinks. He wraps himself in a hotel towel. His body is torn between being wildly self-conscious and uncontrollably horny. The latter wins out. Daniel picked this for him. He wants to see Max in this. Max feels whirled again in old, familiar, hot need. He leaves the bathroom.

Daniel has also changed into his own swim trunks, his torso bare as Max takes in the sight of old tattoos he hasn't seen in years. Daniel, thankfully, also seems a bit wound up. He looks up, one hand under the running water and the other clenched around the marble lip of the tub.

"Max," he says.

"Daniel."

"Whatever you want, y'know."

"And for you, too, of course."

"I want this." Daniel stands up, turning off the water. The room is suddenly thrown into a wild silence. "For now."

"For now," Max nods and lets the towel drop off his body.

The hotel air is cold but soon Daniel's warm hands are on him, tracing gentle lines up his arms.

"Holy shit," he breathes. He leans in. Max's hands mirror his lines, running up Daniel's arms, palms resting on ink. "Max, God. You look so good."

"Daniel."

Daniel squeezes Max's shoulders, fingers skating in to dip under the straps of the bikini like Max did just moments ago. "Tell me if it's too much."

"It's not enough."

"Jesus Christ, Max," Daniel says, hands moving back to press down into Max's shoulder blades. He swears and lets his hips roll forward. Max feels relieved at the press of Daniel's already hard cock against his.

"You missed this, too?" Max asks.

"Of course."

"I bet it was just as good, with the others?"

Daniel steps back, shaking his head. "There was only ever you." He looks down at Max. The room is so soundless, he can hear the soft rustle of skin on fabric as Daniel's fingers gently wrap around his tits. He squeezes, tenderly at first until Max's small whines make Daniel's grip harder. Daniel's hands press faster, squeezing Max's tits together as Max reflexively searches for friction, his hips bucking into Daniel's.

"I only ever wanted this with you," Daniel says in a small whisper. "God, I haven't...it's been so long."

"We used to do something like this," Max says. He holds Daniel's bare biceps, spins him gently, and pushes him onto the bed. Daniel's wide eyes meet Max's gaze as the younger man straddles his hips. "But usually we were not wearing anything."

Daniel smirks. "Yeah, not usually clothed for long." He pulls Max down gently by the straps of the bikini, his fingertips dancing along the lace and then under the fabric to squeeze Max's hardening nipples. Max groans. His eyes water as Daniel twists gently. He wants. He needs. He feels his thighs clench around Daniel's hips, his cock pressing against the bikini's bottom and wetting the fabric with a leak of precome.

He lets Daniel maneuver him, moving one of Max's thighs between his legs. Max rolls his hips down, his dick rubbing against Daniel's tattooed thigh. He groans. For a moment, there is a heated rhythm of Max bucking into Daniel's leg and Daniel's hands working into Max's breasts, a dizzying tempo. Max's head swims in the careening pace.

"Daniel," he whines as he pinches harder and twists until Max feels ready to burst. "Daniel."

The other man pauses, watching as Max struggles to keep composure. He sighs.

"I fucking missed this," he breathes.

"You can come by whenever now," Max says before he can think. He stops short of saying more, of saying it can be anywhere, anytime. That it can be more than just for now if Daniel wants that. "Even if there is not a hot tub in the next hotel."

"Oh, yeah, the hot tub," Daniel says. He looks over at the still, clear water. They hadn't even turned on the jets. "Probs too cold by now, you reckon?"

Max nods, his tone matching Daniel's mock sobriety. "Oh, definitely. Shame. We can just...stay here in bed instead?"

"Sounds good to me, Maxy," Daniel says. He gives Max's breasts a final squeeze before his fingers lace into Max's hair and pull him down into a heated, urgent kiss. Max melts in fully, losing all sense of space and time. Like years ago, it was just them. Just for now, that's all that matters.

[nottriddlethis]

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Ravenclaw!reader

summary: Mattheo has always been annoying you. So since when did the things change?

warnings: smut, oral (male!receiving), dirty talk, language, 50/50 soft!Mattheo🤷🏻‍♀️, use of pronoun 'I'

author note: dedicated to all these tiktok creators, I love you with all my deepest💞🔥 Green - Mattheo, pink - you.

. ✦ 「 ✦ me ✦ 」 ✦

It always pissed me off how Mattheo Riddle could be so perfect without trying. No, the fact that he was related to a bloody villain who had practically built a new world on bones certainly cast a shadow on him, but he handled it masterfully. He was perfect at Quidditch: dexterous movements, strong back and arm muscles. (all these girls surely were delighted, and that made me even more irritable) And if only that! He had not only strong magic, but also a bloody sharp mind. I bet he would have been the best in grades if he had cared even a little bit about it. As a Ravenclaw, the squandering of such a gift infuriated me almost from our first meeting. And I probably would have let it slide over time, if he hadn't looked at me so condescendingly, so relaxed and so… his way. If he hadn't always inserted his idiotic phrases and smiled so annoyingly wide.

He's been around all the time, barbarically stealing my peace and thoughts.

. ✦ 「 ✦ Mattheo ✦ 」 ✦

Your name is the first thing that would come to my mind if I were asked about pleasure. The pleasure of seeing those brows drawn together in anger. The pleasure of making those lips purse in irritation. The pure pleasure squeezing my cock when you scream at me, your cheeks flushing and your chest heaving wildly. Up and down, up and down. Just like my hand, which would give me pleasure much later.

Because teasing you - is the sin I'm going to die with.

. ✦ 「 ✦ Potions project ✦ 」 ✦

"If you wink at that Gryffindor one more time, I'll brew you into an impotence potion," I whispered sharply, pressing the Potions book hard to the table. His arrogance is unbelievable.

Mattheo chuckled faintly and leaned back lazily in his chair. "Are you jealous, beauty?"

I swear, I've never rolled my eyes so hard before. "I'm annoyed. That's not the same thing."

Mattheo pretended to be deep in thought, tilting his head to the side.

"So, I annoy you?"

"Wow, how did you guess?"

I continued writing, not interested in the conversation anymore. Mattheo, of course, didn't let up. He lazily ran his fingers over the pages of the book. I glanced at how his arm muscles flexed at the motion. Big and strong. Big and strong? I slap myself out of these thoughts. Mattheo then leaned closer, as if he was about to say something really important.

"You know," - he lowered his voice a little, so that I felt the warmth of his breath on my fingers, and I even cocked up my ears, "I think you spend too much energy resisting my charm."

I looked at him from under my brows, my lips pursed involuntarily. “No, I'm just too smart to be seduced by you.”

Mattheo froze, looking at me, and then… smiled. Widely, slyly, with some strange, deep interest. I kept my gaze on him longer than usual because... I've seen him smile many times but now something hot spilled from my chest. The rest is required. Let’s finish this finally. I stood up, collecting the books and getting ready to put them back in their places.

“I know,” - he said quietly behind my back. “That's why I'm crazy about you.”

I felt the heat spread even more and blossomed in my cheeks. I was about to say something harsh, but for some reason… for some reason my lips trembled slightly in a smile. I walked further to the shelves to hide my confusion. Flawless bastard. I felt his self-confident grin behind me.

"Still," he yelled, leaning back in his chair, "Impotence potion won't break me, not after I've seen you."

The students turned to snicker at his shout, and I smacked him over the head with my Advanced Potions Course.

"Keep it up, Riddle, and I'll brew you something else."

"Like a love potion?"

"Oh, aren't you already in love with me?"

I rolled my eyes, but the lack of his usual humor gripped my heart in a vice.

. ✦ 「 ✦ Charms project ✦ 」 ✦

"Is it some kind of ancient curse bringing you to be my partner in every possible project?" you muttered, and as my own ritual, I was enjoying your narrowed eyes, the beautiful wrinkle on the bridge of your nose. Right up until the moment when you slammed your bag on the table and threw off your robe. Damn Merlin would have turned around in his grave. Pure Witch.

I overheard you mutter something like "barely made it after a shower" and deservedly praised the creator of muggle clothing. The blue top with wonderfully thin straps hugged your rounded breasts and outlined your waist. Do you think it's not enough for a rock hard cock? Think again.

You sat down at the table and the mounds of your breasts were almost next to my drool-filled mouth. Just an arm's length away. Bin-go.

"You know, you could work at Mungo's…", you looked up warily at my words, and I continued, "well, treat impotence, for example." "Mattheo…", here was a beautiful blush on your cheeks and liquid fury in your charming eyes. Pleasure when you always switch to my name when you are furious. I watched you leaned on the table and bent over. Breasts pressed against each other from the pressure. And my cock definitely felt it too. "So, judging by how much you mention this disease, it is something personal, right?"

"And will you help me?"

You demonstratively sat back and pulled out a parchment from your bag. This project will be just as long.

***

"… you still double-check my every word. So what's the point of writing?" I tore my gaze from your thin fingers clutching the quill and moved it to your eyes. Of course, stopping my gaze on the cleavage along the way. An absolute gorgeous.

"I just won't include your name in the work," you said seriously. And a smirk determined my next steps. One wave of my hand, and I leaned closer to inspect my work. Your quill, which had just been supposed to write down a list of counter-curses, wrote in my handwriting: Mattheo Riddle.

You frowned. Crossed out the name and tried again.

Mattheo Riddle.

Your cheeks flushed slightly, and you turned sharply to me. "You." How I missed your attention, beautiful.

"Me?"

"Stop it."

"Stop what" I leaned closer, looking at your scribbled sheet. "Oh, my. Apparently your body recognized me before your brain did."

And for about 10 minutes, you tried to disenchant the quill. With each unsuccessful - literally all - spell, the quill wagged its tip and its feathers slapped your cheek.

"If only you'd used half that power of yours to study…" you threw your hands up in indignation. I watched as your breasts jumped with the movement. How loudly would you scream if I bit them now? How deeply would you blush if I pulled that damn top down? How angry would you be if…

A sly smile spread across my face. I looked up, catching your movement. Just as your fingers closed around the quill, intending to break it, I jerked my hand, whispering a spell.

And I was ready to undo in my pants as soon as the tip of the quill rested against your round breasts. You froze, looking at it. It came letter after letter, and it felt like a measured jerking of my cock.

Mattheo Riddle.

Black on your breasts.

And the last thing I remember before I managed to run away from the rage in your eyes is your sweet open mouth, incredibly red cheeks and neck, and the most fucking hard nipples sticking out under the fabric of your top.

. ✦ 「 ✦ Astronomy project ✦ 」 ✦

I had washed off the ink long ago, but for the second week in a row, every time Mattheo Riddle looked at me, my chest burned and I felt every letter of his name. It burned in a way I would never admit, as behind the closed curtains of the bed, I ran my hand over my chest, shuddered, and went lower and lower. And only when I came silently on my hand - imagining his broad forearms, muscular back, and dirty whispers - did the burning calm down.

Tonight, the Astronomy project was separate for everyone and everyone finished closer to 1.30 am. We were sitting at low round tables with food, specially organized for late practices.

The damn feeling that Mattheo knew everything tickled me from the very beginning. He sat at the next table, constantly smiling at Blaise and completely ignoring me. Worse, his body was clinging to a single black T-shirt. And then, as if sensing my gaze, Mattheo stretched - invitingly, slowly - flexing his muscles, and exposing a strip of skin above his belt. For Merlin's sake! I turned away, but only to notice unpleasantly that I was not the only one who appreciated his actions. The girls were devouring him with their eyes. I pursed my lips. Don't you look at him. Just for a second I imagined if Matteo became tired of all these jokes for me, and one of these girls would capture his attention instead. Jealosy washed all of my feelings off.

I came to my senses when I was poked in the side and I heard Mattheo calling. He was looking at me attentively and holding a bowl in his hands. "What?" I whispered with my lips only and managed not to smile.

There were strawberries in the bowl. "Damn delicious. Just like you." Mattheo saluted me with the bowl and groped with his other hand on his desk. I felt the usual tension in my chest, my thighs moved together, my pussy clenched. But I didn't have time to answer him.

"And this is me," Mattheo raised his other hand and deliberately slowly poured thick white cream into the bowl. I watched without blinking as the viscous liquid dripped, came into contact with the pink strawberries, mixed and filled everything.

Gasps of surprise and confusion came from all around, and I could literally feel the girls staring at us.

So keep your eyes open then. I reached for the bowl and snatched it from Mattheo. I looked only at his eyes - blackened and insolent - and brought the bowl to my mouth and took a few sips. Pink drops ran down my chin from the edges of the wide bowl.

It was pure pleasure to watch his eyes open, devouring my movements. His mouth parted and a heavy breath escaped it. He couldn't help but understand my hint, as I did his. I would have given him 100 points for his clenched jaws, and all 1000 for the bulging veins on his tense hands.

Only one thought was troubling me at that moment - if only after the lesson there wouldn't be wet traces left on the fabric pouf under my panties.

. ✦ 「 ✦ - pre-quidditch? ✦ 」 ✦

The irritating tension of the final cup match almost reached the level of irritation at the lack of you. Malfoy doubled the training, Zabini scheduled free time to study strategy. Although the only strategy that worried me was 'how to finally get you'. Undoing three times in a row that night only because of the thick drops on your chin didn't seem enough. The cock throbbed to be inside your throat.

Two hours before the match the mood was furious. I last saw you at breakfast, talking to Nott about something. That's where the rage started. Well, that's pretty nice fuel for an important game, I decided, walking last to the team's locker room. The last thing I expected was to be suddenly pushed into a spare and dark room. The whisper of a locking spell reached for my ears. My cock recognized that whisper before I did and twitched. The whole world went off as I watched you go down on your knees. Am I already the winner?

. ✦ 「 ✦ - pre-quidditch. ✦ 」 ✦

I saw how Mattheo's eyes widened in surprise as I suddenly pulled him to the wall and sank to my knees before him. A light blush spread across his pale cheeks, highlighting his shock at my bold move. Perfect. Perfectly Mattheo Riddle in his tight quidditch uniform towered over me distracted and vulnerable. His breath hitched in his throat as my gaze met his, a flicker of desire mixed with confusion in his dark eyes.

"D..don't think I don't like it but now.., beauty?" he stammered, his usually confident demeanor cracking slightly. Despite his words, his hips twitched forward almost unconsciously, drawn to my proximity. I rolled my tongue over my gums in anticipation and studied him.

He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His hands hovered uncertainly at his sides, itching to reach out and touch but hesitant to some reason. The dim candlelight cast shadows across his toned chest and abs, visible through his partially unbuttoned team shirt. Merlin help me, he is so flawless. Puppy eyes for such an arrogant nature.

His eyes flicked down to my lips, then back up to meet my gaze. The air between us was charged with a new kind of tension, a mix of flirtation and vulnerability. I licked my lips slowly and almost approach them to his pants' zipper. Mattheo let out a heavy breath, his hands clenched into fists. I ghost the zipper outline with my lips, feeling his groin was already rock hard. I licked it with a tip of my tongue. All along.

His primal groan sent shivers down my spine right into the already soaking pussy. His hands flew up to grab me but..

"Touch me and I'll stop, Riddle"

"No, you bloody witch..." Mattheo pleaded but obeyed. His hands fell to his sides, and he closed his eyes to seek some control.

A pleasant choked moan escaped his swollen lips as I boldly undid his pants in few swift motions, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. Sweet, so fucking sweet finally. It sprang up, already leaking precum from the purplish head. He shuddered, seemed to fight the urge to guide my head down.

"Fuck, please, beauty... if you keep this up, you're going to be the death of me," he panted, his voice strained with desperation. His hips twitched with the need to thrust into hot mouth.

As my hand wrapped around his thick shaft and stroked him, Mattheo couldn't help but let out a loud, wanton moan. His cock pulsed and jumped in my grip, the veins along the underside throbbing with his racing heartbeat. Despite his desperate moaning his words still raw and seducing, "Ohhh fuck... ur fuckin little fingers feels s' good...but bet your little pink pussy is tight even for them."

My pussy clenched in responce, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. "So think about how your cock will be tightly squeezed inside", i teased him.

His only answer was my groaned name.

That's when I reached forward and took him fully into my mouth at once. Mattheo threw his head back and let out a desperate, whining sound that echoed through the empty room. His cock hit the back of my throat, and he had to bite his lip hard to stop himself from rocking into this heat.

"Shit, ur mouth...'s every lustful thought I had," he panted, his hips rocking slightly as he tried to restrain himself. I loved how his moans are mixed with bold words, "Suck me just like that, you naughty little minx... Fuck, I want to touch you so badly, to grab your hair and fuck your pretty face until you choke on my cock... but I'll be good, I promise, don't stop beauty.."

I enjoyed. Enjoyed as...

Mattheo was practically sobbing with need, his voice a desperate wreck as he fought to obey my rule. "Please, I've been waitin so long for you girl.." The sounds of his moans and whimpers bounced off the walls, a lewd symphony in the dim light. He was utterly at my mercy, consumed by lust and craving my touch. So good, Merlin, so good. What took me so long to fall for him? So noisy, so desperate, so pleading.

So, I sucked him off so boldly and fast, taking him all for myself. Enjoying every inch of his arousal, touching his pelvis with my nose. Damn Mattheo Riddle was finally getting what he was crazy about. And it made me even more wet between my legs. I tortured him even more, gulping him fully far down. Then licking only his swollen head. Repeated that. Repeated. Mattheo's eyes rolled back in bliss as I focused my attention on the sensitive head, swirling my tongue around it and lapping up his leaking precum. The teasing was driving him absolutely mad with lust. "yes, beauty, 'es... just for once 'm gonna be a good one.."

Then I finally whispered those two magical words - "Touch me" - and Mattheo didn't hesitate. His hands flew to my hair, gripping it roughly as he finally allowed himself to thrust widely into my eager mouth. He set a fast, almost punishing pace, his heavy balls slapping against my chin with each pump of his hips.

"Hell yeah, fucking witch.. my little hussy," Mattheo growled, his voice ragged and desperate. He pulled my head up, forcing his cock deeper as he chased his rapidly approaching orgasm.

"'m gonna fuck ur mouth 'til you can't breathe, 'til all you can taste 's my cum. Drink it all down like the greedy hussy you are." And then his hands were more rough in my hair, his hips thrusting more wide.

I was suffocating. But it was nothing because I had not eaten anything since yesterday evening, I could now take him without any particular obstacles. I plot it enjoyably. The gag reflex perfectly bypassed his cock. The small room filled with the obscene sounds of his flesh slapping against mine, mixed with his guttural moans. Wild, desperate, whining my Mattheo. A few more furious thrusts later, Mattheo let out a long, low groan that seemed to come from the depths of his being. His cock pulsed and throbbed violently before he slammed deep into my throat and came abundantly. Sticky, warm, lovely seed flowed down my throat while he trembled and cursed non-stop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, ma beautiful chippy...fuckin long s' fuckin long 've been waitin for you" His voice, his body were shaking after orgasm, mouth spitting out unconscious links of words.

As the last spurts dribbled out, Mattheo collapsed down to the floor, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His grip on my hair loosened "Ohhhh fuck... only dreamt abou..." he stopped mid-word because I kissed him fiercely, licking and marking his lips. I was so horny, so needy for his touch but he had to win this match, so I pulled away and stood up.

His eyes watched as a thin, shiny thread of my juices hung from under my skirt to my knee. And he, still sitting on the floor, reached up and licked it off my knee with his hot tongue. The shiver of subsequent events after the match made me bite my lip.

"The winner will take all." His voice was low and confident. I knew - he would do both:

Win this match right now.

And take me then.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can you do hcs of the greasers with like a rich spoiled reader, she’s like so out of touch, using daddy’s money for everything, but smh she’s so nice to them, they’d be like 😃??

i feel like it would be so funny, i love your writing btw 💞

Summary: The gang x spoiled but nice reader

Warnings: none

Authors Note: none

PONYBOY thinks you're genuinely one of the most beautiful girls in the world. He loves how smooth and silky your hair is, how you style it, how you dress. He notices little details about you that you might not have noticed yourself. He harbors such a big crush on you but he thinks that you'll be stuck up and spoiled. So imagine his surprise and delight when you kindly help him pick up the books that spilled out of his locker.

Later on, he runs up to you and with all his courage. Thank you and ask you on a date. You're all smiles as you accept. You think he's pretty cute and super smart. He loves taking you out, and he especially likes getting gifts from the heart because he appreciates how you notice the thought behind the soft and not the money even though you don't know the fact that greasers aren't exactly rich.

Johnny tries to avoid socs as much as he can. However, you come up to him first, he's immediately entranced by the smell of your perfume and hair wash, it soothes him. He's surprised at how kind you were, offering to just buy him a ticket so he didn't have to climb under the fence. He doesn't accept, of course, but he sees you later along in the movie and you offer to get him some drinks and snacks.

That ends up being your first date, and he starts trying to hang out with you more often. He's totally head over heels, he'll always remind you that you're so beautiful and lovely.

Sodapop is used to soc girls. He knows they aren't all bad but that they just can't be around greasers. He thought you were pretty but just another soc girl. Until you started openly chatting him up in front of others. He thought you'd ignore him, but he's pleasantly surprised. He also really enjoyed the conversation since it was about one of his hobbies. You mentioned how you were trying to get out of a date that you didn't really want to go on and Soda offered to help.

He ended up taking you out, and it was genuinely the most fun he's ever had. He loves your laugh, how it's so free, and it seems like you're unbothered by any negativity. He can see such a future with you but he's too shy to say anything.

Steve is infatuated with you from the moment he saw you. You're exactly his type and you exude the carefreeness only someone who is mature and well rounded can show. You have a lot of hobbies and talents and he starts trying to strike up conversations based off of it. He never really expects much out of it, he thinks that you'll just brush him off as a creepy greaser, but he's so happy when you notice your effort and start talking to him more and more.

He asks you out in passing, and he's so happy that you accept that it's the only thing Soda hears about for days leading up to the date. He brings your favorite flowers like a gentleman and makes sure to treat you like the lady you are.

Two Bit knows his "place" in Tulsas society. He knows he can flirt and fool around with a soc, but he'll never consider being in a relationship with one. It just doesn't work out most of the time. He only ever started talking to you because his sister did. He's seen you from afar. He knows that if he'd talk to you, he'd probably seek a relationship with you. So he's desperately trying to get his sister away from you. You two were engaged in conversation about "girl stuff" (or that was his assumption), and he just couldn't help that you were so kind to his sister even if she was a "greaser".

You returned his sister to Two-Bit, telling him how cute she was and how she was so interested in your makeup. He chuckles nervously and cracks an awkward joke, which you find really funny, and he walks home with your laugh stuck in his head.

is like Two Bit. He knows he shouldn't be with a soc, and that would screw life up for the both of you, and he knows that you're probably the best girl in Tulsa, but he refuses to acknowledge you in any shape or form. He only starts talking to you because your dad hired him to work on the roof. You asked him why he didn't become a football player because you thought he was pretty good and he had to go through the grueling tale of his life.

He was surprised at how apologetic you were for mentioning the subject, saying how a lot of people thought you were out of touch with life. He said that he thought you were pretty smart and that the people who said that just are jealous. His was love struck at seeing you smile like that and now whenever he thinks of you he blushes.

DALLAS is a total jerk to you. All he's looking for from you is a lay with one of the richest girls in town. He won't find it though, and he learns you actually have a lot more character than what's on the surface. He then tries to get you to be his plug and buy his cancer sticks and alcohol when he wants but he learnt that you get IDed because of how beautiful and youthful you look. He so frustrated with you because he knows you can't give him anything he wants on the surface level.

While he's dating you, he notices how much nicer he feels. He's always a lot more relaxed around you, and he loves being near you. He also notices how the police don't bother him as much anymore. As frustrated as he was at the beginning of the relationship, he's learned to appreciate you a lot more, and he thinks you're out of touch, naivety is cute. (He likes feeling like the one relied on)

[orionhelluvaranting]

My Predictions for Helluva Boss

Alright, guys, not gonna lie... I'm tired from HB! Protagonist-centered morality, favoritism, lack of stakes, Stolass' endless woobification, etc... It has become too much for me. Thus I've gave up any hopes for the writing improvement and refused to watch the show in the long run.

But!

This won't stop me from analysing the previous episodes that I've already watched. Furthermore, I wanna make a few predictions about what's going to happen in the next two seasons (unless those will be cancelled). Perhaps I'll repeat some of the points other critics had already made. So I'm sorry in advance for this, mates.

Now be careful, there's a HUGE list under the cut! 🔮

⋆˙˖⟡°˖⟡˙ {Predictions} ˙⟡˖°⟡˖˙⋆

None of the main cast is dead. The plot armor is too strong. Especially for Stolass. I mean, do you genuinely believe that Viv would kill her precious sad bean?! Bitch, please! 🤗

All/most of the antagonists are dead. The only exception I can think about is Cherubs. They're just too unthreatening to bother about. Prolly the D.H.O.R.K.S are dead but reborn in Hell and Idk if that counts or not 💀⚰️

If the rumors about one of the Deadly Sins' upcoming death are true then it's going to be Mammon. No other options 💸 (Btw I saw a fan theory about Blitzø killing Mammon and taking his place... Well, considering how poorly Viv handles the class problem I wouldn't be surprised if that came true)

F!zzarozz!e get married (S3) 💞 - 100% probability

Stol!tzø get married (S4, finale) 💞 - 100% probability

M&M became parents. Honestly I thought they'll save it for the end but after Sinsmas... Yeah. Anyway the truth about Millie's pregnancy is revealed (nearly to the middle of S3), she gives a birth for pro-lifers' delight and takes maternity leave becoming a background character. The child prolly is a boy and gets a better development than his mother. Apparently he's named Blitzø Junior or smth like that 👨‍👩‍👧

F!zzarozz!e & Stol!tzø double date💕

Moxxie's insecurity issue is showed at least once at the season. Now he isn't sure about himself being a good father/protector/role model for his son 💪

Loona shows her human disguise at least once at the season. Doesn't really matter if there's no logical reason for that 🐺➡️👩

More sappy sad ballads performed by Stolass 🎵

I.M.P. continue murdering people and not giving a fuck about morality (Sinsmas was the only act of mercy) OR they leave the business and fully go for Stol!tz soap opera (not like they haven't done that already- but hey! there's always room for degradation, right?) 📉

Stolass succeeds at the dime novels writing 📜✍️

Carnal hyper-sensual coitus between Stolass and Blitzø appears on-screen. Correct me if I'm wrong but I remember Viv expressed her desire to animate an intimacy act, so I have zero doubts these two are involved. It can't be anyone but them 🤢

Octavia forgives Stolass the moment she finds out about Stella's abusive nature. And since Stella's confirmed as a "stupid cow" the truth's revealed in the dumbest way possible. I wouldn't be surprised if Stella spilled the beans by herself 🤦‍♀️

Blitzø boosts his connection with Stolass the moment he finds out about Stella's abusive nature. After all we've got a sex out of pity, so why wouldn't we got a love out of pity as well? 🤡

Possibly Striker/Stella had been a thing at a certain time. Why? Because ✨fanservice✨ of course! And yes, it's going to be as dull, flat and out of nowhere as Cherr!snake. Or maybe worse 🙁

Stella's backstory turns out like the "she was born evil so don't you dare to sympathise with her" full edition. There is no valid motivation, no intriguing conflicts, no nuances - none of that. There is only Stolass' woobification arc. So this backstory isn't about Stella. It's revolved mainly around Stolass, maybe around Andrealphus or Vassago at the least. Granted that Stella ever had a chance to receive a decent backstory for herself Vivienne would've thrown it away right in the next episode without mentioning it ever again 😭

Actually Mammon can't play the guitar 🎸 He's just too dumb and untalented for this (according to Vivienne). Don't expect an epic villain song from him. I'd be happy to be wrong about this one but my hopes are dead

More fatphobic jokes toward Mammon 👎

Stolass' in drag. Just no comments 💄👠

Love triangle between Stolass, Blitzø and Vassago. At one point, Stolass leaves Blitzø because he doesn't satisfy his wet dreams well enough. Vassago and Stolass have complete mutual understanding and the idyll but Stolass feels smth isn't right. Smth is missing, smth like… Meanwhile Blitzø suffers and seeks Stolass' mercy. Eventually Stolass comes back to Blitzø because 💖 ~ they belong together ~ 💖

Perhaps after the breakup between Stolass and Vassago the latter will get together with Andrealphus 💘

Millie & Moxxie or Fizz & Ozzie giving romantic advices to Blitzø / helping him improve the relationship with Stolass 💝

Barbie Wire forgives Blitzø in her next appearance and then moves away from the plot without a trace 💨

Sapphic bait 💗 Verosika/Barbie Wire? Barbie Wire/Sallie May? Sallie May/Verosika? All of them together? I don't know! But I do know Viv would rather escape from being accused of wlw underrepresentation. Since she has promised S3 is going to be "a queer roller coaster" she would need to dilute her sausage party a bit. And of course the lesbian ship (whichever it would be) is poorly developed.

New unnecessary characters for celebrity VA's ⭐

Stolass was kidnapped... again?! Yes, Striker abducted him before but... Why wouldn't do this one more time? After all the stans love presenting Viv's auto-plagiarism as meaningful "symbolic parallels". Besides kidnapping is one of the most beloved tropes in fanfiction. And HB is an animated fanfic for sure ⛓

More shitty dads/exes? Because Viv adores reusing the same tropes over and over again 💩

"Positive" characters keep being justified and woobified infinitely 😇 while villains are losing all their charisma and braincells from episode to episode 😈

Nobody will ever remember that Stolass harassed Blitzø 🙈

Nobody will ever remember that Ozzie allows succubi to enter the mortal realm and seduce humans by hypnotic songs (which doesn't sound pro-consent, does it, Mr. Lust-Is-Not-About-Force?) 🙉

Nobody will ever remember that Queen Bee runs shelters (which are essentially slave trade hellholes) in terrible conditions 🙊

Stolass' "depression" is brought up occasionally as a reason to justify and pity him. Stolass' immediately healed by Stella's death. Right after that the depression has disappeared completely. Therapy sessions aren't required. Even if the therapy is shown then only as a lame joke 🌧

Stolass brings his powers back because he's out... for LOOOOoOHoOOOHoOOVE!!! 💓💃🏻

Stolass gets everything he ever wanted without any efforts and self-improvement. Because he's good enough already and everyone who disagree is just stupid and mean 🏆

Aaaaaaaand that's all! My forecast: at least 80% of these predictions will come true one way or another. And what do you think? Maybe you have your own ideas? Please share those in the comments/reblogs! It'd be cool if someone made a bingo based on all this. It definitely wouldn't be me because today I'm identifying myself as a lazy ass. Bye-bye! 👋😊

[shini--chan]

The reader who is an country also, Dresses up very well, so she looks and act like a completely different person. She goes to the USA to spy and get informations for her country leaders, and she does an really good job, but she realize about his (America's) obsession and becomes little bit nervous around him and make mistakes.

At the end he/they get she's an spy and she tries to get away, (skip little bit) they get her and when they put the wig of and he sees that's actually her.

What would happens after that?

(I'm sorry when it's to long or Grammatically makes no sense (English is not my fist language) 😅

I just had an idea, love you're writing btw💞)

I'll adapt it a bit further to suit my needs, make it a human instead of a country reader

Yandere America - Naughty Little Girl

Trigger warnings: emotional abuse, stalking, isolation, implied torture and rape

Two options would come to mind here. The first would be that he would have already know of you and taken a slight interest in you. Chances are that he would already be asking around about you and gouging your character and mettle. Alfred would start making moves, poking and prodding to chart what course he should take when you would abruptly disappear. Alfred would be irate and frantic and probably not really notice the strange new person that entered his life shortly afterwards. 

America would be too obsessed with finding you, with rescuing you from whoever had kidnapped you to notice that you would be right there under his nose, albeit in disguise. Most of the time, he would be daydreaming and simultaneously worrying about you being in peril and needing him to save you. Fantasy of preventing you from being sacrificed by occultists, of saving you from obsessive tyrants, of rescuing you from mad scientists would speed through his head and make him jittery. 

He would go chasing after any sign of you, and likely land in a dead end. Chances are though that he would catch onto your new career in intelligence through these roundabout investigations. Upon uncovering you he would be torn between delight and anger. Delight, because you would have been so close the entire time. Should you be sly and clever enough, then you could capitalise on that to nurture delusions of you wanting him in your own way and just being too shy to really come forward about it. And of being hindered in declaring your everlasting love by evil-doers. 

Should you fail on that front, however, then his wrath would come forward. How dare you move against him? Alfred would fly into a rage that he would make you feel - you would be an evil-doer that would have to be redeemed and reformed in order to become perfect for him. 

Likewise, he would be irate would he know not of you beforehand. You would be a curious and tantisiling thing that would enter his life at the most opportune moment. Perhaps it would even be your task to seduce him as part of a honey pot trap or just in order to coax secrets out of him yourself. Either way, he would slowly be drawn to you, enchanted by you. Your plans would backfire, when he would start seeing you more as a possession than a confidant. 

One your true identity, appearance and purpose would be uncovered, then he would lock you away for the longest time in order to “show you the light”. There would be a lot of self doubt on his side in this case, since he would be disgusted with himself for falling for the enemy. With Alfred being Alfred, he would probably soon convince himself that your relationship would be some sort of James Bond-esque romance and that he can make you turn to his side through mind-blowing sex the power of love. The very hideous power of love mind you. 

“You know, being a personification like me wouldn't have saved you. Really, you are very lucky that I am a personification, and that you are a human”, Alfred mused.  When he redirected his gaze back to you, he caught you baleful glaring at him for a moment. Noticing his attention, you then softened your features and lowered yourself until only your eyes were peering over the rim of the bathtub. If you weren't just so cute when you were angry, then he would've reprimanded you for your attitude.  “Really? I would have preferred the security that being a nation would’ve given me”, you remarked, your voice somewhat muffled by the porcelain.  You still had such a mouth on you, and god damn him because that was one of your features that he loved and hated about you. At the moment, you had pressed yourself against the tub wall and graciously covered the water you were taking up with foam.  It was supposed to be a treat for you, since you had been behaving so well as of late. Your English had even gotten a more proper American accent to it. The bubble bath was also supposed to be a treat for him, with how he had soldiered through all your prior tantrums. The thought of nothing but foam clinging to your dips and curves made his mouth water and he had to force himself to not linger on that mental image least too much of his blood rush south.   He wouldn’t have had to imagine it if you would just wash like a normal human being.  “Right up until I would have caught you on your first day, due to being able to sense if it is a nation or a human that I’m looking in the eye”, he flippantly remarked. “Would have made some things easier though. Like punishing you - could just hack off a limb or carve out some flesh to teach you a lesson. There wouldn’t have been the danger of making you ugly, since you could have just regrown those body parts.” You ducked until only your scalp was visbile. There really wasn’t any reason for you to act so shy. He had seen everything, between impromptu strip searches and everything else.

[klttn]

hellooo i hope you’re having a nice time i have a request if you are interested in writing it ? :D i wanted to ask about thoughts on Vox with a bimbo reader ?? i highkey loved your Alastor one (thanks to whoever suggested 🙏) & i honestly just love the idea of a cute ditzy gf with her sophisticated older bf 💞😫

P.S we’re mutuals now omg thank you for that honor 🥹🥰 keep writing good stuff !!

~🧸🍃

𐙚 ⋆˚ 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 ⋆ ｡ ྀི

— 𝜗𝜚 vox x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : sophisticated older bf vox with his cute ditzy bimbo gf. nsfw. smut. age gap. slight power play. dumbification. daddy kink. lots of praise. size difference.

age gaps. not something vox thought he’d ever be interested in. but, when a pretty young thing like you came stumbling at his feet begging for safety and promising him your mind, body and soul in return. how could he say no?

it was supposed to be an ownership of sorts, you were supposed to just be another bimbo he owned. someone he could use and abuse under his power, nothing but another pawn. however, all that changed the minute he asked you to put your pretty lips on his. he couldn’t deny the tug he felt in his heart and his cock when your lips met, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, which only made it all the more enticing — considering his age.

speaking of experience, he certainly showed you the lack of yours. bringing you new pleasures you could only dream of. he took delight in coercing you, molding you to be his perfect girl. neither of you could argue with how thrilling it was, the looks, the stares, famous overlord vox and his cute ditzy bimbo that he’d drape over his arm.

sure there’d be some that would disagree, silently of course, not to piss of the man. but it was hell, there was far worse than a couple with a legal age gap. hell, vox had done far worse than that. and happily so. he just adored being your older man.

vox’s cuff links clattered on his desk, groaning as he rolled his sleeves up his arms. “where’s my little girl?” he keened, loosening his tie and taking his blazer off. his voice was loud and slightly strained after constant online meetings but sure enough, you heard him.

a small head poked around the corner, peering through his office door in your shared home. “hiii.” a big smile on your face as he beckoned you over, sighing but smiling at his cute girl.

“daddy could really use you right now, baby.”

you frowned, following his call to go over to him. “you look, stressed,” his hands now guiding your hips into climbing atop his lap, “i hate seeing you like this.” your brows furrowed but he wasn’t paying attention, he was too focused on his hands on your hips and his shirt draping off your shoulders.

“so cute when you’re worried about me,” vox hummed, finally looking up at you, admiring the soft pouty expression on your face. “look at you, looking all tiny in my shirt, all sleepy and small.”

you blushed, kissing his screen where his nose should be, causing him to laugh. he let his hands wonder your body, slowly lifting your top up over your hips. “come on, voxy, come to bed with me, please.” that earned you a sigh.

“baby, you know i can’t, i’ve got work to do,” you rolled your eyes, “just wanted to see my little girl for a bit.” his hands were stroking your bare hips and waist, pausing for second to look, “naughty girl, no panties?” you shook your head, proud of yourself.

“please, just a little break,” you fluttered your eyelashes, cutely batting them in front of the older man, “for me?”

he shifted his hands, pulling up the fabric over your tits and resting it there, taking a handful. “oh fuck it,” he groaned, rolling his neck back. “you’re a nuisance, little girl,” a soft slap landed on your chest, tits bouncing at the abuse causing you to whimper. “knowing i couldn’t deny such a pretty young thing in my lap like this?”

another moan slipped past your lips, “vox..”

a soft hum left vox’s mouth, pushing his hips into you, letting you feel his hard on in his slacks against your bare pussy as he continued groping your soft body. “how would you feel about riding me, baby?” cocky smile forming on his screen, “daddy’s been working so hard, why don’t you show your old man what he’s taught you, show him how good you can ride his cock now.”

your lips parted, pushing your hips down onto vox, cheeks turning pink as you looked away, “can— can you put it in- please?”

vox cooed at the sight in front of him. such a dependant thing. he loved that. “silly, silly girl, i know you get dumb fast when daddy’s around but now you’re just being stupid. how can i fill you up when im still in these baby?” he moved his hands from gliding your skin to force you to palm his dick, pre cum staining his slacks.

you gripped your bottom lip with your teeth, shifting your hands to vox’s belt, unbuckling the leather agonisingly slowly, “stop teasing, little girl.” a sharp smack landed your thigh. when his belt was off, vox took it out your hands, leaving you to unbutton his slacks and zip them down, pulling his cock free from its confines and letting it spring free. “let’s get me inside that sweet pussy of yours.” he growled, lifting your hips and sliding you down onto his thick length “fuck, baby, no matter how many times i fuck your little cunt it’s still so fucking tight.”

your hands gravitated towards vox’s chest, bracing yourself on the white fabric there, clawing handfuls of his shirt, “so big..” you whispered in a muted whimper. “too big.”

“awh come on baby, what’s a matter? daddy’s got you that ditzy already? you’re so cute when you’re full to the brim with my cock.” with a soft thrust of his hips, he had you whining, “no going that dumb on me baby, show daddy how you can ride.”

you weakly started bouncing in vox’s lap, mewling as his cock pulsed in and out of you. a sigh of relief rushed through him, god your cunt felt amazing. his arms fell to your thighs, rubbing and squeezing them. “good girl, just like that, just like i taught you.”

rolling your hips, you started getting desperate, addicted to the feeling on him inside you, bouncing and grinding like you were made to, eyes closed and mouth gaped. vox’s eyes were glued to you, watching you do all the work, all the pleasure taking you over. he smirked grabbing his shirt that fell back down, pulling the hem up and resting it in your mouth. “hold this for me, babygirl, let me see that pretty little body of yours.”

your eyes fluttered open, glossed over with tears of pleasure, drool already beginning to soak the fabric in your mouth. he feels so good, big veiny dick pushing against your walls and spreading you til your seeing stars. muffled moans spewed from your lips as you got closer n closer to cumming. your nails now digging crescent moons into vox’s chest.

vox was grunting and groaning with every bounce, his hands tracing every inch of you, thriving off the way your tits bounce every time you buck up. revelled in knowing he taught you how to do this, just how he liked it. he was getting closer too, hard not to with such a view of your perfect body.

it wasn’t long til your libido started to falter, bounces getting sloppy and hips getting tired. “doing so good for daddy, little one, keep riding, that’s it, good girl.”

your whole body was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, jumping up and down in vox’s lap, it was so embarrassing how desperate you were, but you couldn’t keep going for long, needed vox to take the lead, finish you both off. the cotton slipped from your lips, panting and whining now evident. “please, please daddy, can’t anymore,” you breathed out inbetween moans, “need you to do it, make me cum.”

vox’s large hands came wrapping around you, picking you up and stilling you before you could continue any further, your legs instinctively wrapping around his slender waist, arms latching around his neck, “hold on tight, pretty girl, daddy’s gonna fuck you up against his desk real quick.”

your back felt the harsh coolness of the wood as he rest you there, your arms falling to splay over the scattered paperwork and screens. it didn’t matter if you broke any, he owned the company they were from after all.

“please, vox, please, i wanna feel it, wanna cum and be filled,” you begged, using your heals to push his hips further into yours, creating a new angle that was euphoric, his thrusts controlled and steady, focusing that pretty bundle of nerves. your glassy eyes slipped back as your tongue fell from your lips, out of it and reeling in the pleasure. “please i’m so close, please, please, i just wanna cum, please.”

“so cute, little girl, but that’s not my name is it?”

you could barely focus on anything but him, looming over you, covering your body with his own, large hands either side of your head. his forearms veiny, shirt threatening to rip at his bulging muscles. “say my name, babygirl.”

it came out as a moan, breathless and needy, “daddy-“ you sounded like porn, lewd and everything vox needed out of you.

“good girl.”

you were so close, so so close, the only thing stopping you was permission. “please daddy, can i cum? please i’ve been so good, please.”

a sadistic like chuckle left vox’s lips, he loved you begging for him, god the power was thrilling, sure he owned your soul and could force it out of you but seeing you like this, willing, by your own hand, fuck, that was hot. “cum for me, pretty girl and show me that pretty face you make when daddy ruins you.”

your back arched, leaving the desk as vox continued his assault, keeping you in place through your orgasm. “that’s my girl.” your moans turned to whimpers, overstimulation taking over fast and hard, mewling and writhing in his hold. “no no baby, stay there, thats it, that’s a good girl, fuck, daddy’s gonna cum too, just, shit, let me keep using you.” vox’s hips were stuttering, pace irratic and uneven. a band had snapped and now you had cum he didn’t give a fuck about anything but his own climax.

your pussy squeezed impossibly tight around him, milking him and drawing a loud groan and shout as he spilled inside you, “fuck, baby, fuck, so good, so good for me,” he was barely breathing, words but a pant as he caught back his air, leaning down to kiss you. “swear this little cunt was made for me.” you giggled at that, chest still rising unevenly, pulsing your pussy to prove a point.

“love you,” you whispered, nuzzling up into his shoulder, his dick now flaccid but still inside you, sweat bleeding over the both you.

“i love you too, babygirl,” vox sighed, “now let’s get you cleaned up, i suppose daddy’s coming to bed after all.”

now after hearing that it wasn’t your fault if a cocky grin made its way to you face. you got exactly what you wanted. what he wanted to… he just needed to realise that.

[merbear25]

Greetings Mear! I really love your writing! I was wondering if I may request kid,shanks, law with a cute/sweet personlity, Some traits I like too add if don't mind^^ ,Very thoughtful, culeless at times ,Over all just cute ,and the reader is blind,You can write this in any scenario you wish for.

Anyways have a good day!!!

Thanks so much for your work💕💞🫂🫂💜💕💞

Thank you so much for your kind words! It truly means a lot to me. These were an interesting three to choose for this but oh so cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a haki ability to the reader. I hope you like what I’ve written for you. 💜💜

CW: fluff, gn!reader, reader is blind but can use haki, could be read as platonic or romantic

Their light in this dark world (Kid, Shanks, Law)

Kid

You didn’t have the most pleasant first encounter. While you were wandering through the market, you got swept up in all the commotion and let your perception waver a bit, which led to you bumping into Kid. By his stature alone, you were knocked back a few steps. 

The low grumble of a threat emerged from him when he first laid eyes on you. Before he could throw in many curses, you cut him off by profusely apologizing. Huffing and rolling his eyes at you, you seemed harmless and pathetic enough not to give the incident much thought.

He grumbled under his breath when he left, but he kept an eye on you. There was something about you that had caught his eye—he just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

As he saw you stumbling about here and there, he almost lost interest, what with nearly labeling you as a lost cause. However, there were little moments when you showed some potential with your haki abilities, to which he felt the need to approach you again.

There were a few bumps the both of you had to navigate once joining his crew, one of which being how you would unintentionally cause problems with your cluelessness. That being said, the heart-felt apology you’d muster always made him blush a bright red—moments that he was secretly happy he’d never have to worry about you witnessing.

Even with all his huffing and puffing at your thoughtfulness and sweet actions, he enjoyed having you around. You were truly a delightful member to have alongside him, and even if he’d never admit it, you were the light he didn’t realize he needed.

Shanks

He and his crew had docked the port of your city not long ago and were enjoying their time amongst the friendly locals and plentiful food and drink. Shanks was off by himself relaxing under the sun’s rays when he noticed you strolling by.

You seemed content walking down the street; you held a pleasant smile that was illuminated by the light. Watching you from afar, he could tell that there was something different about you, but of course, he couldn’t be certain until being properly introduced.

As you made your way to the fountain, you took out a coin. After whispering something to yourself, you tossed it in and took a seat on the edge.

Admiring you and the delicate nature you held in your posture, he felt enticed by your charm. Upon introducing himself, it was clear that the quality that seemed to have set you apart from the others was your blindness.

However, after exchanging pleasantries, it was obvious that your condition wasn’t the only thing that made you unique: your sweet character, your displays of thoughtfulness, and your kind soul were rarities in this gloomy world. You captivated him through conversation and eventually took the plunge on boarding his ship to sail the seas with him.

You held a lot of inner strength, making you a skilled haki user and even though that meant you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, you were still guarded by one of the most loyal—Shanks. With his curiosity getting the better of him, he asked what you wished for that day you met. 

“To live a life worth sharing.”

Law

While some of his crew was off gathering much needed supplies in town, he and the others were tending to the submarine. As the ones who were trusted with the job of collecting goods ventured into the nearby town, they were finding it a bit difficult to find their way around. 

Their arguing caught your attention, so you offered your assistance. With such overwhelming gratitude, you were touched knowing you’d made that much of a difference. As you led them to the places on their checklist, you really came to like them—they appeared to be genuinely nice people.

They invited you to meet everyone else and to show their appreciation properly, which you gladly accepted. As you were being introduced to everyone, warmth radiated off each and every one of them. That was until you felt a blistering cold emitting from the side.

With such an intense aversion coming from their captain, you treated him just as you did everyone else—with tenderness and care. Though your time getting to know them wasn’t long, Law made a passing comment on your impressive haki abilities, to which you replied that you really hadn’t been given any other choice if you wanted to live a life with independence.

Respecting your answer, you two came to have a rather pleasant conversation, causing his icy demeanor to melt and be replaced with something more welcoming. With them having to stay docked in the area for a while longer due to repairs, you swung by nearly every day to help in any way you could, further earning their trust.

With the crew practically begging Law to offer you a spot on board, he rolled his eyes but ultimately folded to their request. He’d been mulling over the idea of having you join for a little bit and seeing how you were able to overcome adversity while maintaining that affectionate nature made it difficult not to want such a ray of hope by his side.

[souperbloom]

Hey love! I just want to say you’re definitely the best writer I’ve seen on here in a long time!!! So good!! Would you be able to write about going down on Ash and it’s like overstimulation but he’s into it and becomes a whimpering mess… I’d like that very much🤭 many thanks and much love!!💞

hi friend! i’m on it. (better late than never!) enjoy some domestic, tooth-rottingly sweet sub!ash ;3

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tangerine, tangerine. [A.I.]

🍊 boyfriend!Ashton x reader

i can’t think of anything eloquent to say about this one guys

a/n: BACK WITH A VENGEANCE!! who missed me? :*

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, sub!ash, oral (m receiving), semi-public / outdoor sex, edging/overstim, pet names.

WORDCOUNT: 3.8k

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“Want another?”

Your sunbathing was interrupted by the hum of your boyfriend’s question, mouth full of fruit. Ashton was sun kissed already after 20 minutes out, holding up a peeled clementine with squinty eyes and his guitar resting in his lap. You shielded your eyes to look at him, admiring the sweat rolling down his forehead and onto his chest.

“Yes, please.”

It was the height of noon, a sunny June day. You and Ashton were the type of couple to take advantage of the high UV whenever you could so, the two of you always made it a point to sit out and soak up that deliciously strong vitamin C, no matter the day of the week. It just so happened to be a weekend where both of you were off from work, and time was of the essence.

Ashton’s lips push to the side as he pops a slice into his mouth, leaning forward off of the outdoor couch to dangle the rest of the fruit in your face.

“Here.”

You couldn’t bear to have the sunlight in your eyes for much longer, so you just reached your hand out blindly and hoped he’d catch your drift. And of course, he obliged.

As Ashton hands you the rest of his clementine, you see a sliver of his face through your hand. His hair was overgrown, after you’d begged him not to cut it and asked him to keep it long for the summer. He had small reflective sunglasses resting at the bridge of his freckled nose that brought out the various shades of green in his eyes. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face when he hovered over you, upside down from the couch.

“Tangerine for you means a kiss for me,” he muses sweetly, hanging over you and briefly creating shade beneath the sun.

“Mmm, greedy. I gave you a kiss last time.”

“So? What if I wanted another?”

You laugh at the little glint of neediness in his expression, pretending to contemplate giving your sweet boy a kiss.

“You drive a hard bargain, baby. C’mere.”

He laughs in delight, finding a way to kiss you upside down in this awkward position, you on the deck, him on the couch. But he managed, as did you.

Since coming back from a long writing trip with the guys, you and Ashton were inseparable. Besides from when you worked a few short shifts at a cafe downtown, he was stuck to your hip like glue. He wouldn’t leave you to do anything alone, not that you minded much. Washing dishes meant his hands wrapped around your waist and singing songs together, and going to sleep meant tangled limbs and morning sex.

You were living the dream, so to speak; and now that it was summer, you were free to spend every waking moment together; like he’d told you you would when he first left.

A few minutes passed by, basking in the sun, occasionally checking beneath your bathing suit to see if there were any visible tan lines. Every time you moved, you would hear the rustling of the couch cushions as Ashton snuck a glance at you from above.

“Am I getting any tanner?” you ask him, soft strumming leaving his guitar.

“Mmm, a little. Haven’t been out here for too long. Can’t say for sure.”

You giggle softly, shielding your eyes to try and look at him through the sun, “Well, I don’t see you working on your tan. Care to explain?”

Ashton strums a quick chord, as a sort of intro for the words he were to speak. Then, his ring-clad hand taps against the instrument and echoes through your ears.

“I’ve got other things I’m thinking about,” he puffs, sarcasm laced through his tone.

“Really?” you sit up fully, “What’s the matter?”

His face lifts into a smile as he sees you turn fully to face him, admiring your sun-touched skin and completely entranced by the shimmer from your tanning lotion.

“Not enough of you.”

He mumbles the words as if they were secret, rosey pink falling across his cheeks as he clears his throat and continues to play his guitar.

“So, come down here. Easy fix. There’s plenty of room on my blanket, baby. Could’ve said somethin’ before.”

His eyes shift from the strings to your face, still mindlessly hammering out an intricate melody and moving his fingers up and down the fretboard. You loved letting him play for you, and watching him even more. He’d taken the time to learn all of your favorite songs and could play them all by memory. Today, his melody was reminiscent of a summer day; it was a song you didn't recognize, but it seemed as though he knew it well.

It also seemed like he was playing it as a distraction; like there was something on his mind that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Why don’t you come up here?” Ashton asks quietly, still playing.

“Could I have another clementine?”

“Tangerine, baby,” he corrects you, stopping his tune and resting his guitar at his side, “It’s called a tangerine.”

“I’ll call them whatever the hell I want.”

Ashton smiles at your quick wit, and watches you with his jaw notched as you crawl your way from your blanket on the deck onto the couch. He sits back, preparing for you to cozy up next to him. But instead, you admire him from a few inches away, perched on your knees.

“Get me another clementine. Please?”

Your eyes go doe and Ashton can’t seem to concentrate on any one aspect of your person, his eyes bouncing frantically across your features and seeming overwhelmed by your presence.

There were tangerine peels strewn across the stained glass side table, adjacent to the couch— reminding you of Ashton’s newfound hobby of gardening.

You knew he’d save them for composting. For he saved every last fruit peel since the start of summer. You’re enamored by the way he’s so delicate with his plants and how sometimes, the tangerine peels and gentle green thumb leave his essence smelling of citrus and flowers.

You were in love.

“I’ve got another one here,” Ashton breaks your little space out, snapping out of his own. He reaches to his side and then hands it to you, but you don’t take it quite yet.

“Peel it for me?”

“Really?” he teases.

“Yes,” you pout, serious as can be, “I don’t wanna get sunscreen all over it.”

With a huff, he does as he’s asked, peeling it in one swift motion and discarding the peel where the others were left. He hands it to you, bare, and looks at you over the top of his sunglasses.

“Happy now?”

“Feed it to me?”

“Okay, now you’re askin’ for it.”

You giggle cheekily, adjusting your posture so that your face is closer to his body. He smacks his teeth before ultimately giving in, as he always seems to do.

“What’s next? Want me to chew it for you?”

“No,” you roll your eyes, “That would take the fun out of eating it.”

“True,” he murmurs, taking off a piece and bringing it up to your mouth.

Now, it was time to have a bit of your own fun. As he brings the cluster of slices to your lips, you take it, and sink your front teeth down into the fruit. Droplets of juice spill out and drip down your chin, all while your eyes are locked in on his flabbergasted face.

“Mmm,” you hum, chewing the full bunch of slices and scrunching your nose at the bittersweet taste, “S’ good.”

You knew it was impolite to speak with your mouth full, but man, was it even more impolite to stare. Ashton’s face warped into a sad, needy, puppy-dog look, utterly smitten by the way you’d just eaten the fruit from his hand and acted like you’d done nothing at all.

“You’re fucking killing me.”

As you lick your lips and clean off some of the leftover citrus, you tilt your head sultrily.

“How so?”

Ashton runs a disgruntled hand through his hair, immediately shrugging off the robe he was wearing to reveal his tight, black gym shorts. You could see his bulge slightly hilling the fabric, otherwise known as the elephant in the room, and you look down at it with desire.

“Ash, you—”

“Nope. Don’t try to play innocent.”

“But—”

“Y/N,” he warns, “You’re evil. And you know it, too.”

Your bottom lip juts out in faux pity, making sure that your eyes sparkle when you gaze down at his distressing situation.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Want me to help you out? Kiss it better?”

“You’re so mean,” he mumbles softly, biting back the tiniest smile.

“I’m offering a helping hand and you’re calling me mean?” You can’t help but laugh at your own double entendre, making a subtle effort to scoot closer to him. “C’mon Ash, let me make it up to you.”

“Too late now. Ruined your chance.”

You whine at your boyfriend's stubbornness, reaching out to run your hand across the top of his thigh. You could feel the juice left on your chin becoming sticky as it dried beneath the boiling sun, but you were far too determined now.

“Come on. Please? Let me take care of my baby—”

“—You’re really annoying, y’know.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do.”

Ashton pretends like he isn’t enjoying the subtle motion of your hand stroking his thigh. The breath he sucked in was telling, for both you and himself. He couldn’t deny how badly he wanted you to act upon whatever you’d promised, and his eyes definitely revealed a lot more than he’d hoped for.

“You sure you don’t want me to,” you break your sentence to crawl closer to him, keeping that hand anchored across his thigh, “help you out?”

Ashton swallows. Hard. He’s trying with all of his might to keep a straight face, but he knew his girl wouldn’t let that happen.

“Wh—” His words are chopped abruptly when you move that wandering hand towards the waistband of his gym shorts, following the smallest bit of sweat that pooled above it. Your face twitches into a wicked smile, instantly emanating a dominant air that seemed unfamiliar for a situation like this.

“Is my baby a little needy this morning? Is he upset that he didn’t get to fuck me before he got up and started his day?”

“Y/N—” That warning tone was back again. His body writhed as you dipped a finger beneath the elastic of his shorts, running your finger teasingly across the fabric.

“Admit it, Ash. This was your plan all along.”

“…No—”

“Don’t lie to me. You and I both know that liars don’t get what they want.”

The playful, domestic energy from before seemed to fizzle out and vanish. It was clear who was holding the strings of Ashton’s desperate little puppet, and you were loving every second of it.

“A kiss for a tangerine, hm? Some fuckin’ deal. Just wanted an excuse to taste me…”

You continued on taunting him and Ashton couldn’t get enough. His face flashed from panic, to anger, then frustration, and ultimately accepting defeat as you tugged the strings of his gym shorts out of their neat little bow.

“Baby.” The nickname dripped off of his tongue like sap.

“Yes?”

He hesitates for a moment, adjusting his legs and spreading them comfortably. You could see the subtle change in his complexion as his gym shorts rode up his thighs and showed off his partial olive-toned tan. The sight had you drooling, but you kept yourself still.

“…Take care of me?”

You were stunned at the switch in his demeanor, his voice was subtle and soft which was a stark contrast from how robust it normally was. It was clear he needed this as badly as you wanted to give it to him. The tent in his gym shorts only continued to grow more tense as you maneuvered your hands around the elastic waistband.

“Quit teasin’ me,” he mutters, frazzled, almost embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you laugh back, finally grabbing the waistband for good, “Seeing you desperate like this is a rarity. Let me have my moment.”

You eventually get to tugging down his shorts, only for his cock to spring up the moment it’s freed from the confines of the netting. You stare at his length in awe, and he had already begun a cadence of groaning and huffing.

“Gonna stay still for me?” You bat your eyelashes as you duck your head down.

“Gonna’ try my damn best.”

Slowly, you ease his swollen tip into your mouth, already reminded of the girth that will follow. He hisses on contact, hand immediately flying to tangle into your hair and brush it away from your face.

Ashton always had an affinity for admiring you whilst you went down on him. And pleasuring him was sometimes more rewarding when you noticed how his lips parted, or the subtle concentrated notch in his forehead. You made sure to keep your eyes on him, despite the awkward angle, and steadily tuck the rest of his length into your cheek.

“Jesus Christ.” The first expletive of many to tumble from his plush lips as he feels you hollow out your cheeks to take him fully.

Since your mouth was occupied, you hummed, noting that you heard his sweet sounds and implying that you wanted more.

“Take it all, yeah— fuck yeah, baby—”

His sultry words rang through your ears like church bells, the bouts of praise creating waves in your lower half that you would’ve liked to ignore if not for Ashton’s wandering hand down your bare back.

You start to bob your head, defaulted to a slow rhythm that you knew drove him wild. That hand of his lands on your bikini string, toying with it as to prevent from touching himself.

“Love it when you suck my cock, baby. Takin’ me so easy,” Ashton bumbles, his sentence ended with a jagged breath brought on by your tongue flicking at his leaky tip.

It was hard not to smile, knowing how much Ashton was enjoying this and how he hadn't seemed to notice that the two of you were out in the backyard where any neighbor could walk out and see this unfolding. But you knew that regardless of who saw what, Ashton wouldn’t let this end just yet.

And neither would you.

You continue your rhythm, making sure to wet his length fully. It was sloppy, a bit loud, and over the top— but again, that was just the way he liked it. There was a method to this madness. After all, you were the one that perfected it.

“Keep goin’, just like that,” he bellows, briefly snapping you out of that slow rhythm. You feel compelled to pop your head up, replacing your mouth with your hand and dragging your thumb across his sensitive tip.

“Feels good, hm?”

“Incredible.”

His auburn curls sifted in the warm summer breeze and perfectly framed the obscene faces he was making. You could tell that it was hard for him to concentrate on the task at hand; with the way his eyelids twitched with each stroke up and down, nose pinching each time your palm neared his tip. You bit down on your lip, trapping sounds of your own, and let him bask in the sunshine.

“Baby, m’close, but—” Ashton is interrupted by your lips reconnecting with his cock, “Don’t speed up. Just— stay the same. S’ perfect.”

You hum again, in acknowledgment, knowing the vibrato from your voice would heighten his senses. The hand of his that was once lingering across your bikini string had dropped down onto the couch. He was white knuckling that poor quilted throw pillow, his grasp getting stronger each time you took his length fully.

“Mmm, fuck,” he groans, “so close.”

Knowing what you know about Ashton and his ‘stamina’, you decide to up the ante. You take your hand and cradle his balls, which in turn causes one of his moans to get stuck behind his teeth.

“Ooh, shit— baby, hang on,” he pleas, the desperation in his voice only making you want to taunt him further.

You’re humming, once again, letting it be known that you’re amused by his overtures yet still doing exactly what he had asked for.

But then, within the sounds of chirping birds and buzzing honeybees, your honeybee makes a sound that you didn’t think was possible coming from a man of such stature.

A whimper.

You freeze. So does he.

“What was that?”

Ashton’s cheeks immediately flush of color, even he was unsure of what could’ve brought upon that angelic sound.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

A look of challenge falls across your face. Testing your boyfriend's limits had always seemed intriguing to you, yet the thought never crossed your mind.

“Was that— a whimper I just heard?”

He looks at you with distaste, masking what could be deemed as embarrassment.

“No.”

“Remember what I said about liars, honeybee?”

He rolls his eyes, a protest of his newfound submissiveness, “Fine. You win. Does that make you feel good about yourself, princess?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you reply, still teasing the head of his cock with your thumb and enjoying him squirming beneath your hold, “Keep that up and you might just earn yourself some extra sugar tonight.”

As Ashton opens his mouth to fight back, you replace that hand once again with your lips and suddenly, his words are replaced by more of those subdued, whiny pleas. They were like music to your fucking ears. This may have just become your new favorite song.

No way he’d be able to learn that on the guitar.

“God— still so close,” he admits as if you hadn’t just made fun of him, shifting his hips and trying with all of his might and muscle not to buck them, “Feels too good t’ cum.”

You’re still enjoying watching him melt beneath you, as if the sunlight from above was temperate enough to thaw out human flesh. His hands were only getting greedier as time passed, reaching out to touch anything in his path. Your shoulder, the trace of your spine, all the way down to the top of your swimsuit bottoms.

When you take him fully, the tip of his cock grazing the back of your throat makes him cry out. You could feel the warmth and sweat from the adrenaline coating the tops of his thighs each time your face neared the base of his cock.

“C’mon baby, please. Please— more.”

You weren’t even sure if he knew what he was saying anymore, but his disgruntled demands met your one-track mind with content. You hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down, up and down. Ashton couldn't get enough.

“Yes, yes. Just like that. Tryin’ t’ hold it— Too much—”

Too much.

Was it really too much?

You were starting to think that Ashton may have discovered a brand new thing for the both of you to enjoy.

As Ashton fought his urges tooth and nail, the fun was only beginning. You could hear his sharp breathing growing heavier and heavier from above you, and feel his stomach muscles tensing with each trip down his cock.

“Oh my god, you feel incredible, baby—” he whines, although it seemed like a challenge to get the words out in one breath.

“Mmmmm?” you hum, as if it were the intelligible words of a question: keep going?

Ashton’s hand, without any restraint, travels to your hair. He holds it into a makeshift ponytail, pulling it away from your face to watch the beauty of the mess unfold right in front of him. You could tell he was overwhelmed and could practically hear his heart thumping right out of his ribcage. He stutters, once again, face collecting to a pinch.

“Gonna’ cum— real’ soon, baby. Keep goin’, please… Please?”

There was something inside of you just itching to pop your head up and finish him off with your hand. You wanted to watch his face contort in pleasure and see his collarbones glisten in sweat as he finished for you.

So, you did just that.

When you lifted your head, you didn’t expect to see Ashton’s eyes already locked in on yours. The action caught the both of you by surprise, in all of it’s messy, hurried glory.

“Kiss me.”

The demand was soft at first, so you echoed.

“Kiss you?”

“Fuck, yes— fuckin’ kiss me.”

Without a second thought, you leaned into him. Continuing that fast paced rhythm of stroking with your hand, your lips connected and a spark ignited. His hands flew to your cheeks, cupping them roughly but sweetly enough to make you forget the point of your mission.

He sighs into you, facial hair scraping against your cheek with each pass of your tongues.

“Cum for me, Ash. I know— I know you want to.”

Your words bounce across his lips and back into yours, not long before his entire body jolts. His hands are quick to find your waist as his cum spurts out and coats your hand.

You never quite minded the mess, anyway. You knew it’d get cleaned up eventually.

“Fuck— fuckin’— shit.”

Like he had just learned to swear for the first time, Ashton grumbles. You pull away to see the sweat from before creating an intoxicating glow onto his cheekbones, his face lifting up into an exasperated smile.

“Holy shit,” he buzzes, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Felt good, didn’t it?” You lift your coated hand from between your bodies, looking down at it with a giggle.

“Uh huh— oh, shit. Let me help you uh, clean that up.”

Ashton reaches over to grab that once discarded robe, having no worries about what he may or may not have to worry about once he gets to folding the laundry.

“Thanks baby,” you hum, taking your free hand to massage his shaky thigh, “I’d say you owe me but, I think I enjoyed this more than you did.”

He scoffs with the shake of his beachy curls, diligently cleaning up the mess he made.

“This relationship is 100/100. Tit for tat. You know I’ll make it up to you one way or another.”

After Ashton sufficiently cleaned up the most he could, the two of you sat in each other’s company for just a little while longer. His arm wrapped around you tightly, occasionally drawing tiny patterns across your shoulder while the two of you watched the sun disappear behind a set of plush clouds.

“Y’know,” you mumble, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “I think a shower is in order.”

“I like the way you think,” he replies, before abruptly standing up. He reaches his hand out to you, tossing his robe over his shoulder and pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head. “I’ll wash your back, if you’ve got mine?”

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[halucynator]

Hi Sweetie ~~ ✨

Please can I request a fic based on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter? Any Slytherin boy will do 🤣 I just need fluff in my life~~ 💞

No worries if not x

Nonsense

I'm lazy so this is the second part of Someone Will Love You Better lmao. I think it fits. Part 1 is here.

Also I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice that I got sent this! Idk how long it's been in my inbox but if it's a long time I'm SO sorry!! Hope you like it xx the red italic writing are the lyrics xx the lyrics are edited to suit the text (ofc)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut (like 3 words?), kissing, not proof read, I think that's it

Summary: based on the song Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Draco had broken up. You had to face Mattheo which was easier than expected.

Think I only want one person in my dorm. I might change your nickname to don't leave me alone. Said you like my eyes and you like to make em roll. Treat me like a queen now you got me feeling thrown. Those were the words that clouded your mind as you saw the love of your life.

Who could you possibly be talking about? The answer stood right in front of you. Mattheo Riddle. You'd liked him since forever. Well, since you'd known him which was after you started dating Draco. And to your delight, HE asked YOU out a week ago because Draco told him you liked him. Crazy, right? Here you thought you'd have to make the first move.

I guess he liked you just as much as you liked him. However, one think he didn't like was PDA.

But he was so hot and you couldn't help yourself, when he got close to you. And so he was forced to partake in any public display of affection and he grew to not mind it as much. It was you, after all. And he'd do anything for you.

Your tongue went numb around him, and made you sound like a complete idiot constantly making it sound like you were saying unintelligible words such as bleh blah blee.

You didn't want no one else, you were in too deep.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote. It's about you and me." You handed him a love letter, your cheeks the deepest shade of crimson.

He smiled, like a full one, which was a rare occasion. Usually he settled for subtle smiles. So subtle, you couldn't be sure if it was a smile.

Inside the letter the following words were written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because otherwise this letter would be too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense. I'm talking all around the clock, I'm talking hope nobody knocks, I'm talking opposite of soft, I'm talking wild wild thoughts.

Love

Your princess,

Y/n

Mattheo laughed as he shook his head. "You didn't have to write it down! I already know I'm irresistible."

"you've gotta keep up with me, I've got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E, how do you do this to me?"

"Do what love?" Mattheo asked.

"around you I get butterflies. But I can't help myself when I get close to you. Baby my tongue goes numb. Sounds like bleh blah blee. I don't want no one else. Baby I'm in too deep."

He kisses your lips and hands you a letter.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote, it's about you and me." He says grinning as you open the letter.

And surely enough the letter had the following words written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because I don't want to keep you too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense.

Love,

Someone who you don't want to leave you alone,

Mattheo Riddle.

"This love catchier than chickenpox is. I think your dorm is where my other sock is. Woke up this morning, thought I'd write you a letter. Wanna take a quiz?" You asked

"Sure. What about?" Mattheo questioned.

"how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz." You chuckled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" Mattheo said as he kissed your cheek.

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A/n: hope you like it as much as I did writing it! It's kinda short! Request again anytime love 💗 again I am super sorry for the wait !

[pursued-by-the-squid]

a chapter two days in a row WE’RE BEING FED SO WELL

we interacted with hyunju for like 30 seconds and i’m ready to ditch the boys and elope with herrrrrr

inho you evil little ratman i thought we were all about equality!!! choice!!! opportunity!!! it’s so fun to see him abandon his philosophy in 5 seconds flat when he sees his crush kiss someone else (🤝)

i have to be honest i was not expecting the 457 reveal and it just reinforces that inho is a little liar and is willing to change the rules to get back at gihun + prove he’s in control

I’M SO MAD AT THE CONSENT FORM THING HGRJSHSJ !!! i mean inho has done some awful things but this???? i need to see him lose.

picking gihun’s voice out of a crowd of 450 people we’re currently witnessing unprecedented levels of simping back with more at 7 as the situation progresses

✋ gihun let us speak ‼️ i promise manhandling and shouting at us will not change the situation we are in

the juxtaposition between reader and jungbae got me a lil bit like jungbae knows gihun but he doesn’t know him while reader knows gihun but doesn’t really know him (let’s all pretend this makes as much sense written down as it does in my head 😌)

that bit about “he’ll do anything he can to keep you safe. you just hope that fate agrees with him.” fate sitting in his fancy leather chair sipping whiskey and giggling to himself while people are massacred on a tv screen in front of him LMAO

need to reiterate i HATE inho for the consent form thing mf i will find u faster than junho did in season 1

on the one hand inho saving reader by not having them shot for moving during RLGL (i’m assuming this is what he meant?) is him breaking the rules again but i can’t help thinking it’s almost like reader isn’t even a real player to him because they didn’t go through the same process to get there as everyone else + didn’t sign the form so the rules don’t apply to them?? and therefore him “saving” them is just keeping it fair (as in reader shouldn’t be killed for violating the rules bc they didn’t agree to them??) idk just a little thought i had but literally who knows what goes on inside that man’s head

he’s so jealouuuuussssss he wants to be gihun so bad and he hates him and what he represents at the same time i’m eating it up. ‘oh this man has a living (ex-)wife and a child and he had a mother who took care of him and now he has the person i like and he doesn’t appreciate any of it the way i would? if i were in his shoes i could do his life so much better than he did it. 🚨that’s why he deserves to suffer🚨’

gihun and inho are so alike why are they both watching reader sleep (they should just get over their differences and team up it’s embarrassing at this point)

inho before he realised he was definitely freaky like that:

need reader to meet frontman and for him to be like ‘this is the skin (mask) of a killer bella’

ITS GONNA HIT SO HARD WHEN WE FIND OUT WHO PLAYER 001 ACTUALLY IS GANSBDJABAJSB I’M BUZZING THINKING ABOUT IT

THANK YOU THANK TOU THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY SACRIFICING SLEEP TO WRITE THIS FOR US I HOPE U KNOW HOW TALENTED YOU ARE !!!!!😩💖🩷💞🎀💥💖💕💖

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OURBONESMCCOY MY BELOVED YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD EVERY TIME

⬆️ this is literally you, me, and a.a passing around our thoughts about in-ho/reader/gi-hun & i love it

anywhomst, your messages are always a delight and so exciting to read thru bc you always pick up on the little details i throw in!! possibly my FAVORITE part of this chapter was exploring in-ho's choices. like, he literally haunts the narrative. even when he's not around, he's there watching or his actions have shaped what's currently going on, and i just 😫 i LOVE exploring that!!

and what makes that even more fun is the fact that he doesn't even realize he's got a crush. he may know that you are a weakness for him, but he's determined to put up emotional distance between you and claim that this is all professional interest & a way of self-protection even tho seeing you kiss gi-hun made him SO CRAZY JEALOUS 📢📢📢 he's an idiot, your honor, and i adore him

also yeah, he made some uh questionable choices here (the consent form was fucking dirty and i acknowledge that, but it was a fun little twist right??). ALSO YEAH YOUR MEME 🤣🤣🤣 I'M FUCKING DYING DUDE, THAT'S EXACTLY IT. WHAT DO U MEAN YOU'RE WILLING TO SHOOT SOMEONE POINT BLANK IN THE HEAD BUT WATCHING A YOUNG COLLEGE STUDENT UNDRESS IN THEIR ROOM IS WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE (he still has his morals okay)

btw i loveeeeeeeeeeee your thoughts on how he's excusing all this, i honestly hadn't even thought of it that way!! but i like that take on his justification, it's so very yummy 🦗🦗 i was thinking he's gotten to the point where he's so sick of gi-hun & so desperate for control now that his affections for you have unmoored him, that he's like "no fuck this guy i'm breaking my own rules bc who's gonna stop me, at least i can finally end this once and for all"

OH ALSO ALSO YOUR LITTLE BIT ABOUT READER AND JUNG-BAE, RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHYEAHYEAH THAT'S SO EXACTLY IT, YOU EXPLAIN IT SO SUCCINCTLY !!!!!! READER KNOWS THE MAN GI-HUN HAS BECOME TO THE POINT OF ALMOST INSTANT UNDERSTANDING AND RECOGNITION, BUT HAS NO IDEA THE SWEETPEA HE USED TO BE. WHILE JUNG-BAE KNOWS THE GOOFY GAMBLER OF SSANMUN-DONG AND HAS NO CLUE WHAT IT IS THAT GI-HUN HAS BECOME 😭😭😭😭😭 AGONY (also being able to recognize his voice in a crowd, tell me ur obsessed without telling me)

aahhhhhhh bestie thank you so much for the lovely message, it always brightens my day and i love getting to essentially talk shop about my thoughts and scream along with you !!!! ❣️💌❣️

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Heyyyy,

could you please write some

Larissa x Genderfluid reader nsfw

where the reader has top dysphoria and can't have their chest touched? Maybe like first time too so they'd actually get to explain it before anything happens?

Heyyy anon!! Absolutely. Thanks for the request 💞 And thank you for your patience. Here’s AFAB!Genderfluid!Reader’s first time with Larissa… Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Wonderful Introductions ~Larissa Weems xAFAB Genderfluid!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, top dysphoria, smut, virgin!reader, first times, eating out, clit stimulation, praising, praise kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Hey ‘Rissa…?”

“Yes, my love?” Larissa hummed looking up from her book.

You were snuggled into her frame on her bed.

“I think I’m ready…” you whispered.

“What was that, Darling…?”

“I’m ready…” you said quietly, sitting up and facing the blonde.

At this, Larissa put her book down on the nightstand and turned her entire attention to you.

“Are you sure?” She softly asked, her caring and loving gaze meeting yours.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Yes.”

Larissa hummed and nodded in response.

You two had talked about this a good deal. How you had never been with anyone. And how with your chest dysphoria, you were extra anxious about it. Larissa had lovingly listened through your stuttering in telling her this. And she had said that she’d wait until you were ready. She wanted it to be on your terms, is what she had said.

“Alright, well I think the most important thing is that we take it all to your pace…” she gently spoke.

You nodded in agreement.

“I’ll need verbal confirmations from you, sweet thing.”

You blushed slightly at the pet name and nodded.

“I understand.” You nervously breathed out.

Larissa’s hands took yours and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“How about we talk about it all first, and then you can direct me with what your comfortable with?” She suggested.

You sighed and nodded once more.

“I’d like that…”

She then guided you to sit in front of her, her legs open so that you sat in between them. You happily moved to her lead, situating yourself in between the blonde’s legs. This compromising position alone was starting to get you all hot and bothered.

“Alright well first…” she hummed, bringing the pad of her thumb to your lips, “I’d kiss those pretty lips of yours… Softly… And with care.”

You shivered as her thumb ran over your bottom lip, asking gently for permission. You opened your mouth enough for the tall woman to slip her thumb into your wet cavern. You whimpered slightly as she entered you.

“I’d take my time exploring your lips and your cavern… I’d bring my tongue in to meet yours, entangling yours with mine…” she husked, rubbing the pad of her thumb on your tongue.

You whimpered slightly at her action, and you instinctually took to sucking on her digit. Larissa hummed in delight, praising you at your action, and making you blush and rub your thighs together.

“Good girl…”

She then popped her thumb out of your mouth and trailed it down you chin, neck, and to your shoulders, where she stopped. Your breath hitched. The feeling of your saliva being dragged on your bare skin made you feel all hot and fuzzy.

“I’d kiss you all the way down here until I’d reach your shirt.” She husked, “I’d lovingly ask you to removed your shirt for me… and then your trousers…”

She skipped touching your shirt and went to fiddle slightly with the buttons to your trousers. You sighed slightly in relief.

“This would be when I’d have to change positions with me, and I’d lay you back with your legs spread wide open…” she hummed, running her hand up and down your legs.

You shuddered at the contact, the skin under your trousers getting goosebumps. She then brought her hand back to your face, cupping your cheek lovingly. You closed your eyes and Leane sun to her touch with a hum.

“And then I’d finally taste those secret juices you have hidden away, one’s I know I will get addicted to, just by a mere lick…” The blonde lustfully cooed.

You opened your eyes as blush swept across your entire face and your heart started racing faster and faster.

“What about you…?” You choked out.

Larissa’s face melted in care and love.

“Oh Darling… We can worry about me later…” she gently purred.

“Ok… Thank you.” You sighed, a little less anxious now.

She brought your gaze back to hers with her hand.

“If at any point in time, you wish for me to stop, simply say ‘Pearl’, and everything will immediately stop.” Larissa seriously yet gently spoke.

“I understand…” you breathed out.

The blonde’s fingers ran against your lips, her eyes flickering from your gaze to your lips and then back up to your eyes. Your gaze mimicked hers.

“Kiss me” you whispered.

The blonde didn’t need to be told twice. She retracted her legs so that she was sitting on them and her body was close enough to feel your breath on her skin. She paused, keeping her hand on your cheek, before leaning in and lightly pressing her lips to yours. You were hesitant, simply letting the blonde lead and kiss you.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” She murmured into your lips.

“Once. Sloppy. Drunk. In college…” you muttered, your mind already too far into the moment too far into her lips.

She began licking your lips in between her pecks. Your eyes fluttered closed, sighing in relief at her lingering touches.

“Then just follow my lead, Darling…” Larissa hummed in response.

You hummed in acknowledgment, so in the moment that you forgot to verbally respond. But then the goddess pulled away. She was cocking an amused eyebrow at you. You blushed furiously.

“I’m sorry. Teach me. Please.” You whispered.

The blonde hummed in satisfaction, connecting her lips to yours once more. This time, you were more responsive, you tried to mimic her actions. She bit your lower lip lightly, eliciting a breathy moan from your throat, which the blonde happily swallowed. You then did the same back, causing Larissa to whimper lightly. Her sound make your stomache flip upside down.

You wanted to hear more noises from those lips… You wanted to taste them… You wanted to taste her…

Larissa then traced her tongue along your lower lip, silently asking permission for access. You more than happily opened your mouth enough for her tongue to slip in. Her tongue was quick to entangle with yours, but she went slow in exploring your wet cavern. Now you full on moaned at the blonde’s taste. You hips eagerly bucked forward. And you suddenly didn’t know where to place your hands. Larissa sensed your mild panic and pulled away slightly.

“Here, Touch me. Explore, Darling…” she husked, taking your hands and placing them on her frame.

You looked from where she had placed your hands back to the blonde. You began gingerly exploring Larissa’s body. The blonde’s hot mouth then began peppering kisses along your chin, and she slowly moved to your neck and then to your shoulders. All the while, you ran your hands along her frame… When Larissa got to your shoulders, she pulled away, causing you to pull your hands away.

“Would you remove your shirt, my Darling…?” Larissa softly purred.

You gulped and the thoughts in your mind started to spiral. Larissa quickly took your hands in hers.

“Look at me, love.”

You looked up at the blonde, and your heart was put at ease by her.

“It’s okay if you want to stop…” she whispered.

“No…!” You whimpered, “I just… could… could the top maybe stay on…?”

Larissa’s loving gaze only tripled.

“Of course. Would you be alright with removing your trousers?” She cooed.

You bit your lip, blushed once more, and nodded.

“Yes I’d quite like that…” you breathed out, already going to unbutton your trousers.

Larissa chuckled at how eager you quickly turned to be. Your pants were thrown to the ground in mere seconds. And before the blonde had to ask, you had thrown your knickers out as well .

“Can I move you towards the headboard, Darling…?” The stunning woman asked.

Your breath hitched.

“Yes.”

Larissa then smiled and gently moved you to switch places with her with ease. Now she was the one in between your legs. She then laid you back on the bed, and you instinctually spread your legs for her. Larissa’s eyes widened at your virgin, soaked cunt. She couldn’t help but lick her lips.

“I’d like to make you feel good, love. And I’d like to use my tongue… Are you alright with that?” She breathed out.

“Yes yes please need you please…!” You whimpered, bucking your hips up to meet the blonde.

Larissa’s eyes shimmered with anticipation as she lowered her hot mouth to your needy sex. She licked a stripe through your folds, sending shivers down your spine and eliciting a slight whimper from your lips.

“Did you like that, sweet thing…?” Larissa purred.

“Yes… more please…” you whispered as you went bashfully red at the response she has elicited from you.

Larissa smiled and nodded in recognition of your plea.

“Of course, Darling…” she husked, before slowly dipping her tongue back into your folds.

The blonde explores your core, lapping through your folds, around your clit, and around your hole, pulling more whimpers and mewls from your lips.

“Relax… Let me hear you, love. You can be loud…” Larissa encouraged you.

You took a deep breath and suddenly you felt her hot mouth latching onto your cinder of nerves, sending jolts of hot pleasure through your body. You let out a particularly lewd and breathy moan at the blonde’s action.

“Hmmm, Good girl…” she hummed, before dipping her tongue into your aching core.

You mewled in the pleasure of being filled finally. One hand was holding on tightly to the sheets, while the other traveled down to the woman’s platinum locks. You pushed her face even deeper into you cunt, making the blonde chuckle. Her tongue began fucking your throbbing cunt at a mind blowing pace for you, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Sweet girl… Hmmmm…” Larissa moaned at your abundant taste, “your virgin cunt gets wet so easily…”

The blonde fucked your slick pussy with care and skill. Her hands were placed on you thighs, to keep them from suffocating her head. Eventually, one of her hands snaked to your clit and her digits begun rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves. This only furthered your pleasure, more sparks and flashes of hot pleasure taking over your entire body, causing you to spasm.

“Are you close, Darling…?” Larissa hummed.

“More please please ‘Rissa don’t stop…!!” You mewled.

Larissa understood and continued her administrations, speeding up her a pace a bit. More whimpers and moans spewed from your lips as the blonde continued to lap away at your cunt. The change in pace heightened all the pleasurable feelings, and it was the push you needed to crash over the edge.

Larissa had to hold your thigh tightly as you came, as you were spasming and trying to close them around her head, while you rode out your orgasm on her tongue. When you had come to a point where you were onto slightly trembling and your breathing was coming back down, Larissa crawls up to you and connected her lips to yours.

“How was that, my love?” She hummed into your lips.

“Wonderful…” you panted, “Thank you ‘Rissa…”

“Anytime, Darling.” Larissa hummed.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[amanitus]

hiiiii ik you’ve moved on from black butler but i just HAD to tell you how excellent your writing is. the flowers of evil series is truly a gift, i mean it. while i enjoy the manga, reading traditional books is definitely my preference, and i would have given anything (and i mean ANYTHING) to read all the arcs of the story written in your style!!! (especially the boarding school arc, the teacher/student potential would have been especially delicious) anyway, thank you so much for publishing what you have!!! i’m always rereading your work from time to time, and i always love it 💞💞💞💞

hello 💞 and thank you!! Originally I hadn't intended to create a series - some might even recall the ancient era when Valentine's Eve was a one-shot without a coherent spot on the canon timeline. Once I got started on the sequel I did intend to cover the school arc too. Boarding schools are, in fact, very much my thing. But in the end I knew it had to wrap up where it did - original fiction was begging to be written and black butler fics were getting painful. I'm just grateful I was able to complete it in a way that satisfied me - which at the time was a first for a major writing project 😔

I'm delighted you enjoy rereading it - and thanks for the lovely message.

[thewulf]

i have been binging all your aragorn fics and they are so delightful 🩷 if you still write lotr and would write another MY LIFE IS YOURS. especially if it was something like the reader and aragorn are in an established relationship before he leaves with the fellowship, and shortly after he's gone she finds out that she's pregnant. obviously she can't tell aragorn since she doesn't know where he is to send a letter or otherwise a message of some kind. so she's just on pins and needles the entire time waiting for him to come back if he makes it back at all. all that good angsty stuff yk? lmao and then ofc a sweet reunion with aragorn and the reader with him meeting their little babe for the first time 🥺 of that sounds like something you'd like to write ofc 💞 anyways!! i love your lotr works and other writings and just wanted you to know that!!

Ahhhh stop this is SOOOOOO cute. Love it SO much. you absolutely got it dude! I'm finishing up my darry request then this one is def next :)

[hippolotamus]

So this is 39...

I was gonna do one of those X amount of things I've learned by age whatever, but 39 is a lot of things and tbh I'm not sure if I’ve learned that many (as some of you would undoubtedly agree). So, in true Hippo fashion, please accept this list of random assorted things I've picked up like shiny trinkets/facts I've come to accept through the years.

Believe it or not you're worth the effort, love and care you try to give everyone else but don't think you deserve.

Usually the more I've tried to fit in and be like everyone else, the more unhappy I've been. Let your freak flag fly and see who sticks around in your blanket fort.

Legos, coloring, stuffies, swing sets, daydreaming and other ‘childish pursuits’ are not, in fact, just for kids.

when given the opportunity, a solo car concert is a solid choice

If you're constantly putting yourself in boxes for the benefit of someone else... honestly, what's the point?

Find at least one person you can drop the mask with and be fully, authentically you.

Groups break up, accidents and weather happen... just go to the concert/show/exhibit if you wanna instead of waiting for ‘next time’.

nobody has their shit figured out (especially anyone acting like they do). we are literally all out here just wingin' it.

Some of the best life advice comes from fictional characters

Nobody cares. Nobody is thinking about you the way you're thinking about you. - Alexis Rose

Life isn't meant to be lived in moderation. We only get one chance at this... What's the point of living if you're just going to keep yourself locked away from ever experiencing life? - Avi Mulvaney

Make sure you’re following your heart - Carla Price

You’re gonna be okay, kid - Christopher Diaz

just because you didn’t die, doesn’t mean you’re actually living

even if you think you’re ‘too young’ for something, i assure you you’re not

i love you isn't reserved for family and/or romantic partners.

Platonic soulmates are a thing and they do exist

Dates with yourself are 100% necessary and sometimes the best ones

there is zero deadline or requirement to find a romantic partner, get married, have kids, buy a house, etc...

Sexual and Romantic preferences are fluid. It's OK if you change your mind or didn't 'figure it out' until your 20s, 30s, 40s or beyond.

You're complete as you are. Without the degree, the partner, the [current arbitrary standard]

Cliche as hell but life doesn’t end because you didn’t get the job/house/partner. Odds are good it’s the best thing that could have happened and you’ll be delighted it did.

Blood may be thicker than water but Found Family, the Family We Choose, is often the best family

Shared genetics doesn't demand your unwavering loyalty

I'm human and I fuck up. I make the wrong choice, say the wrong thing, don’t say anything or say too much. Way more than I want to, and often in the name of trying to keep the peace.

Do you write, paint, draw, some other variety of art? Congratulations 🥳 you’re an author/artist. A real one. Yes, you!

As such (and I will die on this hill) you don’t owe anything to anyone. Not the fic, the next chapter, the snippet, the gif set, etc. Your works are not the price of membership to fandom.

Missing someone and being glad they’re not in your life anymore aren’t mutually exclusive concepts.

You’re more than enough, but not too much. Never too much. I promise.

headpats & forehead kisses 💞🦛

[voylitscope]

I forgot the ask. But. I remembered that I forgot it

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! <3

This is such a delightful and fun (if hard) ask, thank you so much!! 💞💖 In absolutely no order:

I Wanna Live in the Hidden Parts of Your Skin

This one came from a vague idea I'd had for months, and I was so excited when I figured out how to turn it into an actual fic. I'm still really pleased with how it turned out. I like to think the way the pre-war and post-tws sections play off each other works well, and there's some dialogue in this one I really like.

"Was thinkin', you remember that exhibit at the World's Fair? With those models in it?" Steve asks, swirling paint up Bucky's neck. "Nah, why would I remember anything about an exhibit we went to three times?" Bucky says, corner of his mouth lifting up. "Better remind me." "You didn't have to come every time," Steve says, rolling his eyes and rewetting his paintbrush. "I know, but sometimes I enjoy your company," Bucky says. He rolls his eyes right back at Steve, but he can't really hold the expression when Steve's paintbrush makes its way under his collarbone. "What about that exhibit?" "Can't do that in our apartment," Steve says, and Bucky huffs a laugh. "But you're my canvas, right? So you could be my model, too. Could decorate you all up like that— if that was okay with you, I mean." "Oh," Bucky says. His hands flex on his thighs. "Said whatever you wanted, didn't I? But. Seems like I might be uh — not too sure I'm dressed right." Steve's hand stills in the middle of painting Bucky's collarbone.

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) 

I actually reread this recently for the first time since writing/editing/posting, and I have to say that I enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope it's fun to read, too. I like that there's a lot of Wanda, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Becca (and small children!) in this fic, and I like the world-building I did. And I really do feel like Steve and Bucky deserve some sweet rom-coms with happy endings, and I like that this is my little holiday/small town-set contribution to that.

That's why he'd asked for Steve's help to identify the mystery red as soon as they'd gotten into the car. Because, well, Steve would know. Steve had picked up Bucky's arm and held Bucky's wrist in his hands. He'd examined the red spots in the sunlight coming in through the windows. "Paint," Steve said, still peering down at Bucky's skin and not moving to take the car out of park. "Acrylic, and not my fault. I'm not having anyone paint this week. I think this might be Clint's doing. He borrowed a handful of paintbrushes and pallets last week." "Oh yeah," Buck said, nodding. "I think he's got poster boards over there, too. "Not my kids. 5th graders, maybe?" "That sounds right," Steve said, still holding onto Bucky's wrist but letting his hand slide down to touch Bucky's forearm, too. "Anything special I need to do to get this off? Or will soap and water do it?" Bucky asked, trying not to visibly or audibly react when Steve's fingers gently traced over the paint on his skin. "This much? Soap and water," Steve said, grinning and squeezing Bucky's wrist. "Shouldn't be hard." "Great," Bucky said, swallowing at the gesture. "In that case, I'm gonna jump in the shower as soon as we get back." "Sounds like a plan," Steve said, finally dropping Bucky's wrist. "Actually, I'm just gonna drop you off. I want to run over to Garrat Market and grab a couple things." "Perfect," Bucky said, pulling his hands back to his lap as Steve started the car. And that's why, now, Bucky is in the shower at 4:30 on a Tuesday, watching red paint wash away and thinking about Steve's hands on him.

There Are Strangers I Have Yet to Become 

This is my most popular Stucky fic, and I feel like that's entirely fair and appropriate. I do like a lot of what I did here, especially the post-tws Bucky headspace I wrote. I also do like think this is awfully romantic.

Being curled into Steve right now and having this kind of closeness is— He doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't want it to end. He could get dangerously comfortable with it. He likes it too much. He'd thought the memories of it seemed awfully damn good. It's even better real and in person. It's better, but that's a bad and painful thing— Because he shouldn't, he can't let, he doesn't get, he can't be, he can't do, and— He should roll away from Steve. He wants to fold in more. Steve's arm tightens around Bucky and pulls him in closer before Bucky can decide either way. Steve's not awake. The move appears to be completely instinctive and reflexive. A leftover from so many other early mornings they'd shared. It's an awfully strong argument coming from a man whose eyes aren't even open, and Bucky decides to let Steve win this one. He was losing the debate with himself about it, anyway. It's already too close and too much. It's another thing he shouldn't let himself have, but like so many things about Steve being here, he gives into it. It's just once. It's just one impossible-feeling early morning that will never happen again, and he decides to allow himself the aching familiarity and comforting as hell warmth while he's got it.

If I Could Stop the Clock With You Tonight 

A fic I wrote for Steve's Birthday and Stucky Week in 2023, and that I think turned out really fun. I like the light ID porn, I like a lot of the banter/flirtation, and I like this version of both Steve and Bucky. I also just really like this idea -- the universe bringing these two back together after years and when neither of them are expecting it. I love that for them, and I loved writing it here. It's what Steve would want for his birthday.

My fire escape gets a great view of a few different firework displays," Steve offers, gesturing toward the window that leads to it. "I always watch that." "Oh yeah?" James asks, attention still half on the stove. "That's something. It's more of a cool feature of your apartment than an exciting way to spend your birthday, but it's something." "Yeah," Steve agrees, nodding. "It is, and, you know, I don't really need a huge production or anything for my birthday. Like I said, I'm already celebrating over the weekend." "Would you rather be alone?" James asks, looking at Steve over his shoulder and raising a questioning and curious, but nonjudgemental, eyebrow. "No," Steve says, shaking his head. "No, it's not that. I guess I just don't see any reason for it to be a big deal." "I think there might be a middle ground somewhere between 'big deal' and 'sitting alone on your fire escape,' pal," James says, sending Steve another dangerously close-to-intimate smile when he turns back around. "But it seems like that's where I come in this year." "Yeah, that does seem to have been the idea," Steve agrees, watching James move around the kitchen. "I can't complain so far." James' smile grows in response to Steve's words, and, Steve really can't complain about that."

But Slowly, Because You Know Me

I have a soft spot for this little fic. It's pre-war, and Thanksgiving-set, and it's all feelings and romance sex. (which, I mean, porn-with-feelings is often my comfort zone, so.) And I feel like it's just this warm and sweet little moment for them. I always enjoy writing them pre-war, and I like this little fic.

"You sound awfully sure of yourself," Steve says, unsuccessfully biting back a smile. "What makes you think I've got wishes that would involve you?" "Don't know," Bucky says. He grins wider, shrugging with a false casualness. "Do you?" And dammit, but sometimes — No, okay, maybe it's truthfully more like most, or maybe even all, of the time, Steve is sort of a helpless and hopeless fool for just how much he wants Bucky. He's got no resistance or willpower at all. So he smiles again, not attempting to hide it this time, and he admits, "Actually, you know what? That last time it was hot on Thanksgiving — when we were teenagers? I won that year," Steve says, watching Bucky's face. "That one was about you." "Oh yeah?" Bucky asks. He looks so pleased at just the thought, and his eyes are locked on Steve's. Steve moves even closer to Bucky on the fire escape and nods. "Yeah," he says. He touches two fingers to Bucky's lips. "Got that one, too. Took a while. But I did get it." Bucky's smile gets softer under Steve's touch. He reaches his own hand up to catch Steve's wrist like he wants to keep Steve right there. "You tell me something you're wishing for right now," Bucky says, squeezing Steve's wrist. "And I promise I won't make you wait years for it."

Thank you again for the ask!! 💞

[stargirlfics]

happy birthday amalia!! I hope you’re celebrating today with lots of treats and rest, you so deserve it 🎂💖 I’ve been practicing insta-style graphics, so I made you a few for the gentleman fic as a little gift (and I used some inspo from your tag, I hope that is ok!) - it’s such a gorgeous comfort read! I really hope you like them and hope even more that you have a beautiful birthday!!! love you, friend!

JESS 🥹🥰💕 THIS IS AMAZING WHAT!! Thank you so so much for taking the time to make these, I’m delighted you used some inspo from my tag ahhh 😍

The colors and images feel so luxurious and beautiful just like the universe of The Gentleman and I appreciate the love you show to the series! It means so much coming from you cause I adore your Alfred works so much and just you as a friend as well, I am going to cherish this so much! I keep staring at each graphic like 😍😮‍💨 SPEECHLESS!! It makes me want to open the series doc. and start writing, your visuals are always stunning!

My birthday has been great, definitely lots of treats and rest and I’m feeling very loved so thank you once again for being part of that! Love you so much! 💐💞