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[velvetsainz]

babes i have two questions

1. how did exams go? 2. part two corsica i need it

xoxo ily

omg omg hi!!

exams — i got my shit rocked, literally passed by the skin of my teeth. despite doing over a thousand practice questions, i just eeked it out. but hey—we passed! that's all that matters! i still have to write 2 papers for the rotation by the end of the week, but hopefully neither should take more than an evening to do. thank you for asking 🤍

corsica — GET IN LINE BABES (no fr tho the next part should be out in the next few days as it is currently in process!!) buuuuuut b/c i am a benevolent dictator, here's a little preview 🤭:

(ft. google docs hating the use of french lmao)

also, a peek behind the curtain:

those tan lines??? YOUR HONOR, HE'S A LITTLE SLUUUUT literally my inspiration for this set of fics that's it just him being a goddamn slut and me being feral for it

i am but a simple woman 😌✨

[velvetsainz-writes]

this sequence is so charles on corsican sun pt I when he drops her😭

omfg

what can i say….

i know a loveable dumbass when i see one 🫶🏻

[endereies]

THIS IS SUCH A NEED YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

Practice ☆ Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Matt volunteers himself as kissing practice Warnings: bsf Matt, kissing

Silence stretches between you and Matt as you sit at opposite ends of the couch. You've already said goodbye but your ride is running late.

Your best friend seems perfectly content at his end of the sofa, phone in hand and arm spread across the back of the cushions lazily. But you are on edge.

The person picking you up isn't just a ride home.

It's a ride to a date.

A first date

Usually, that wouldn't be something that would put you on edge like this, but it's been months since you were last interested in anyone and this guy seems really interested in you.

Checking your phone again anxiously, you see no message from the date in question. With a groan, you slide down the couch to the floor.

"He's running pretty late." Matt points out, watching you slide off the couch and onto the floor.

"I know," you groan, "I'm already nervous, all this waiting is making it worse."

"Why are you nervous?" Matt asks, sliding along the couch to look at you on the floor.

Sighing, you pull yourself up into a sitting position and turn to face your friend. "I don't know, it's just been a while. And what if.."

Matt raises an eyebrow.

"...What if he tries to kiss me."

Matt responds with a shrug and a very matter of fact tone. "Then you kiss him back."

"But, like, what if I'm bad? I'm out of practice"

You've spoken to Matt about your relationships before, he's seen you kiss people at parties, but it's been months since your last kiss.

Matt motions for you to join him on the couch again and as you settle into the spot next to him he speaks up. "So then practice."

"On who?"

"On me." At his words, your eyebrows shoot up. You've never considered Matt in that way before and now here he is just offering himself up as kissing practice. He is attractive, though, not that you usually pay much attention to it. As you take in his appearance now, you remember. His blue eyes are full of sincerity, brown hair falling messily over his forehead. The grey crewneck he's wearing is loose around the neck, revealing the glint of silver from his chain necklace hiding underneath. In the brief silent pause, Matt raises a nervous hand to scratch at his neck. Even his hands are attractive. But he's your friend. Your best friend. You're not supposed to see him that way.

Your eyes flick back and forth between his, searching for any sign of a joke but you don't find one, and then he speaks again, this time his voice is low, almost pleading. "Kiss me."

The gravelly sound of his eager voice causes your chest to jump, your heat beating faster as Matt inches closer to you. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, drawing your eyes to them. And fuck, do they look tempting.

"Matt..." You whisper. A quiet warning that this might change everything, that it's not a good idea. But as his face leans closer to yours, you can't hear those warnings anymore. The sound of your racing heart drowns out the doubts. The sight of Matt's eyes fluttering closed, the feel of his breath dusting over your lips as he whispers your name in response.

It's all so tempting.

You tilt your chin upward, closing the small gap between you. Your lips brush against Matt's in a teasing sweep. The slightest touch sends sparks through you, your lips tingling. But it's not enough. After that tiny taste you need more.

Your hands rise to his face, gripping his cheeks and holding him as you smash your lips onto his again, this time with more force, more eagerness.

You want this.

And he wants it too.

As your mouth parts and your tongue glides over his lips, he lets out a breathy moan, eagerly reciprocating. Your tongues tangle in a sloppy, messy dance between your mouths. Each movement causes your chest to squeeze, yearning for more.

Always more.

You can tell that Matt is eager for more as well. His fingers curl in your hair, urging you closer. Small groans slip free from his mouth into yours each time you glide your tongue over his.

But just as you shift your hands to the back of his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, your phone buzzes and Matt pulls away panting.

"Your date's here." He says through heavy breaths.

You grab the phone out of Matt's hands and toss it into your bag at the end of the couch. "I don't care. This isn't practice anymore."

Masterlist

[dipperscavern]

can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣

yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)

you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.

you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn’t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.

until jon snow.

you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.

sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.

imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.

jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.

jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.

“You’re hovering.”

he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.

the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

“Jon-”

“Do you trust me?”

he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?

“You know I do, but-“

“Good. Sit.”

you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.

whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.

jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.

you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.

“Jon, I’m-!”

you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.

you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.

you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.

“Only once?”

[velvetsainz]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’VE SEEN THE CLIPS

i mean, we probably have, BUT WE WANNA SEE AGAIN

(max + wax clip request pls bc wtf?!)

well well well.....

because i am an unrepentant whore, i am more than happy to share!

i tried hunting for the og interview clip of mahk wibbah, but i couldn't find it. ALAS, here's a thirsty ass edit of him from tiktok that includes the clip in question at the beginning!

and max waxplay lore! okay, turns out it's not a clip (i couldn't remember where/how i saw, just the fact that i saw it at all don't sue me), but i found a post detailing the whole shebang by @sixdegreesofbali. essentially, max (under a pseudonym that was later acknowledged by other members of team redline to be him) posted this during a team redline stream:

[ the "turns people on" is obviously referring to me ]

anyway, we all kinda just ran with it, so now max has a waxplay kink oh nooooooooooooo

[endereies]

THIS IS SO AHHH IMMA EAT MY PHONE WTF

⋆.˚ “You Like It Wet,Hm?” .ᐟ

☕︎ For @chrissbug333

☕︎ Warnings : smut, p in v, shower sex and more.

steam enveloped the bathroom, clinging to the walls and fogging up the mirror as water rained down from the showerhead, the steady rhythm drowning out everything except the shallow hitch of your breath.

chris stood under the spray, his head tilted back as water cascaded over his face and through his hair, making it cling to his forehead. his broad shoulders glistened under the warm light, droplets running down the planes of his chest.

you couldn’t help but stare, completely captivated by the way his wet hair framed his sharp features and made his blue eyes somehow even more striking. he caught you looking, of course — chris never missed a chance to tease you.

“caught you staring, angel,” he said, voice low and teasing as he turned to face you fully. water streamed down his jawline, dripping off the curve of his lips. “y’got a thing for me like this?”

your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t look away. “i just—” you hesitated, swallowing nervously. “i really like your hair when it’s wet.” you admitted under your breath — it was almost inaudible, but his ears caught it.

his smirk deepened, the corners of his mouth twitching with mischief as he stepped closer. the heat of his body was instant, the space between you evaporating as he crowded you up against the cool tiled wall. his hands quickly found your hips, firm but gentle, keeping you in place as he dipped his head to your ear.

“y’like it wet, hm?” his voice was a husky murmur, each word sent shivers down your spine despite the steam-filled heat surrounding you.

your breath hitched, your fingers unconsciously reaching up to touch his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead. the strands were soft and slick beneath your fingertips, and the simple act felt far more intimate than it should have. chris’ eyes never left yours, his gaze darkening as your nails lightly grazed his scalp.

“yeah,” you whispered, swallowing once more as your lips parted. “i like it.”

his lips twitched, his smirk transforming into something more dangerous, more… enticing. his hand slid from your hip to your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. the intensity in his stare made your knees weak, and his thumb brushed lightly against your bottom lip.

“wanna show me how ma?” he asked, keeping his fingers hooked under your chin as he leaned himself closer. his breath fanned across your face, your heart racing. you nod, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck — pulling yourself to meet his lips in a messy kiss.

he grinned, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, the action making you gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. his hand left your chin, making its way down your body to the back of your thighs.

his fingers tapped your flesh lightly, “jump baby.” he muttered against your lips, and you obliged. jumping slightly as his hands caught you, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist as he pinned you back up against the tiled wall.

your tits were flush against his chest — his hard cock poking at your inner thigh as he held you.

you pulled away from the kiss, tilting your head back to lean against the tiles as you panted — chris’ lips trailed down your jaw and to your neck. he peppered a few kisses to your pulse point, making sure to leave purple bruises in their wake.

you moaned as his lips worked against your skin, holding him tighter. chris groaned, “y’so pretty ma, y’know that?” he said, nipping one last time at your neck before pulling away. he looked down, admiring your purple flesh, his eyes flicking up to your face.

you already looked so fucked out, and he barely did anything to you. you barely registered what he said, your mind fogged — but you nodded to his words.

he hummed, one hand gripping your thigh tightly as he made sure to keep you up against the wall, his other hand reaching between your bodies to connect to your swollen bundle of nerves. he lightly pushed his thumb to your bundle of nerves, rubbing circular motions — your head tipped back, ridding against the wall as you whined.

“chris please..” you breathed out, trying to move your hips down, but his grip held your firmly in your place against the tiles. chris chuckled, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure. “mm, y’so inpatient angel. ya want me?” he teased, pulling his hand away to grip his cock.

you nodded, a whine escaping your lips once more as the ache between your legs grew. “words ma, wanna hear ya say it.” he grunted, moving his tip to your folds, holding it there.

“i- i want you please..please!” you cried softly, nails digging into his shoulder more, trying to get him to move faster. he smiled, “there ya go.” he murmured, letting go of his cock to hold your other thigh.

he pulled your legs, letting them unhook from his back to spread them wider before moving you down — his hips moving forward in time to push his cock head past your folds. a gasp slipped past your lips, a moan following as your head tipped to rest against his shoulder as he pushed all the way in.

his own moan reverberate through his chest, fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as he moved a few times. “y’feel s’good baby - shiiit..” he moaned before he picked up his pace.

his hips slapped against your own, your body bouncing as his cock drilled into your pussy. “f-feels so g-good..” you squeaked, your head turning to fit into his neck, teeth biting down on the flesh. chris hissed, the action causing his hips to snap quicker — your lips sucking and teeth biting his skin to litter dark bruises as he did to you.

when you pulled back, his neck was littered with marks which made you smirk. but, the expression didn’t last long when chris angled his hips to ram against that spongy spot inside you. you moaned, nails scratching his skin as your head tipped back against the tiles again.

“ha..fuckk.” he moaned, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth — his right hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on your clit as his other continued to hold you up. “oh- oh m’god.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape as the pleasure ran up your spine.

your walls clenched, squeezing and drawing him in — the knot in your stomach beginning to form rapidly. “chris-..pl-please don’t stop.” your words were airy, hands holding on to him tighter as your body began to shake. he released from you with a *pop*, “mm wasn’t planin’ on it angel — ngh-fuck..g’nna fill you up, yeah?”

your head nodded to his words, mind blanking as your pussy fluttered rapidly — your orgasm right on the brink of snapping. “please, please, please.” you babbled — his hips pistoning a few more times before your body clung to him, shaking as your release rippled through you.

you mewled loudly, chris’ release not far behind. his hips stilling seconds later as he spilled himself into your warm walls, groaning as your pussy milked him dry. your breathing was heavy, coming in short pants as he held you up against the wall — head resting against against your chest.

after a few moments he slowly pulled himself out of you — leaning back before gently setting you back down on the ground as he just smiled down at you. his hand came up to your face, “y’did s’good baby.” the praise making you smile shyly.

“now, let’s get cleaned up again, m’kay?”

a/n : the ending was rushed y’all m’sorry. this was in my drafts for a few weeks and it was so hard to finish it

[hyukalyptus]

hp state ur silly little thoughts about buff hyuka pls i beg

okie doke!!! let's try to aim for 3 sfw and 2 nsfw ehehe

cw. buff!kai aka irl kai, cooking, reader feels a lil scared, sex, missionary, a little biting, being held up while fucking.

thinking about cooking with buff kai (even though he apparently can't cook for shit) and you struggle w opening a jar of something but he opens it like its nothing. and he gives you such a smug look >< or him having to reach over you for something that's super high up and watching his bicep flex as he reaches up.

him setting up a cutie movie date on a quiet lil beach for y'all. with a little projector and screen and everything. leaning back against him and he notices how chilly you are so he wraps his big arms around you, making you all cozy and warm </3 and you feel his muscles and how strong he is and you feel so safe and warm and secure </3

ugh him not knowing ur sleeping peacefully on the couch and he bursts through the front door of ur apartment, scaring the shit outta you so bad that u might tear up a little and hide under your blanket and he comes over and apologizes and just rubs ur back and holds you in his big strong arms while he's whispering "its okay, baby...ur safe," ehehe my weakness fr. i know its corny when a man tells me im safe but idgaf lmao i still get wet for it

him fucking you in missionary and he's leaning overtop of you so he can kiss your pretty lips, while he encircles your head with his arms to hold himself up. and goddamn his arms look so strong and muscle-y and it makes ur head reel. you turn your head to kiss his big ole biceps over and over and maybe even bite them a lil :3

im obsessed with the idea of being held up while fucking although its pretty impractical for most ppl, but not for kai because he's so fucking strong wink wink. thinking about him picking u up and literally just holding you in place in the air to fuck up in you. his arms holding you up from under ur thighs while he bounces you on his cock and ur floating bc it feels so good but also bc ur literally fucking floating lmao.

[dropletsofraine]

I am a lava enjoyer but I just wanna see all 4 of em in a cuddle pile, or Kai and Zane, they got good chemistry platonic or not 🥺

back at it with requests since art block is finally clearing up

I assume by all four it was for polyninja? but here are the fellas cuddling ❤️

[endereies]

I'm obsessed with this. Omf.

THAT’LL  TEACH  HIM ex’s best friend Matt

𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐 — on behalf of your now ex-husband, Matt brings a few of your stuff back to your house in boxes. but the two of you get carried away and things get heated.

specific type — a little angst and then smut

side effects — crying, mentions of cheating, p in v, missionary, condom was indeed used (stay safe), use of y/n

The doorbell pulled you momentarily out of the thoughts that spun like a carousel around your brain. Who could it possibly be? Had you ordered something recently? Perhaps you could’ve forgotten with the weight of the recent situation on your shoulders. A divorce.

Four wasted years full of lies and cheating. And when you’d caught the man he was audacious enough to throw a fit. Like a grown baby, arguing like there was no tomorrow. How could you be wrong in a at way in that scenario? You’d been loyal to him like your life depended on it and he’d been hooking up with a woman he met at a strip club, drunk out of his mind, for half of the marriage.

You oh so wanted to be strong about all of it. To wear the damned ring just to prove something to the jerk. To prove you were worth that band of gold. To prove that you’d upheld the vows you stated at the wedding, and that you had every right to the ring. Though he had no right to wear it. After all he’d put you through. But it was proving to be a challenge. You couldn’t take the mind off the jewel glimmering on your ring finger, almost as if the gold particles were causing your skin to burn, like it was cutting off the blood circulation to the rest of your finger.

You made your way to the front door, eyes red as you gazed at the piles of his papers on the kitchen counter. The wreck of things that crowded your living room. A few of them from the argument you’d had, a few of them from what used to be his side of your closet. Now a scattered mess like the remnants of his evil that had bonded your heart.

Upon opening the door, you were met with a guy in a white long sleeve and a grey beanie. He was carrying a pretty big box and you could see that his car was parked just a few metres down the pavement. You quickly wiped a tear off your face with the back of your hand, sniffling. “Can I help you?” He nodded, glancing down at the box. Your eyes followed to see the big word written with black marker: ‘Clothes’.

“You’re y/n, right?” You nodded quickly, understanding that he might be a friend of your ex. “Yeah. Did he send you?” Matt told you that he did. Throwing a quick ‘sorry’ into the sentence. He could tell this wasn’t exactly a great situation for you. And the ‘breakup box’ wasn’t exactly helpful. Especially when it wasn’t even a breakup. It was a divorce. When Matt told you there were a few more in his car, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be shocked. Only a little hurt. But then again, you’d spent all morning packing your ex’s stuff together. It was only fair.

“Let me get some shoes, I’ll help you with those.” The next couple minutes, you and Matt went back and forth between your home, carrying box after box. A conversation sparked between the two of you, completely overruling the previous awkwardness of the situation. You had to admit, he was a good listener too, never interrupting you. How he used to do. Never invalidating what you said. Like he used to do. You wondered why you had to end up with the bitch boy that your ex was instead of a nice guy like Matt. “Just my luck.” You’d told Matt, making him chuckle a little. He didn’t take any offense to the slander of your former husband, probably aware that he was kind of an idiot for what he’d done.

After you’d managed to get all but one of the boxes in, Matt insisted he get the last one. But you shook your head, heading back out to grab it and carry it inside. When you read the writing on it, your heart instantly stuttered. ‘Explicit’. All of the pictures and Polaroids he had of you. Utterly vulnerable. There was no way he’d sent back the whole lot. Was there? Could he have been a decent guy just once? You hoped?

Matt had been waiting for you in the living room for a while. He’d had a message from your ex to give you but when he noticed you’d been outside for a while, he made his way out there. Only to find you frozen with a teary face at the boot of his car. He slipped his phone, that was previously in his hands, into his pocket and closed the distance between the two of you. “Hey… are you okay?” He questioned, tone soft. You nodded but he knew it wasn’t genuine. You were shaking a little and choked sobs racked through your throat.

Matt opened his arms, sort of bending down to your level. “C’mere.” You couldn’t resist a hug. Maybe it was wrong, this was your ex’s best friend. But you were upset. And you’d been alone for a while. Matt was the only company you’d had, the only person you’d seen that wasn’t a lawyer. And he was warm. And he smelled nice. Really nice. If only you’d found a guy like him. Kind, helpful and well… good looking.

His hand stroked up and down your back for a second, causing you to hum into his embrace. “This may sound crazy, but you feel really nice.” Your hands traced the muscles on his biceps, trailing to his shoulder blades. He groaned into the crook of your neck, stubble tickling your skin. “Is it weird that I want to say the same?”

You shook your head, pulling away and caressing his face. Until now, you hadn’t realised just how pretty his eyes were, staring back at yours with utmost awe. In that moment, it didn’t matter what was right and wrong. You needed to feel something. So you pulled him in, and Matt didn’t resist, gladly letting your lips capture his in a passionate dance.

…

Hungry. Ravenous. Matt pushed opened the back door, learnt you climb inside and shutting it behind himself. the sofa. His body loomed over yours, teeth biting at your bottom lip. “Fuck, shouldn’t be doin’ this.” He rasped, kneeling between your legs and gently drawing circles on your lower stomach. The tips of his fingers tugged at the hem of your shorts. You nodded when he made eye contact, giving him permission to pull them down, along with your panties.

“Matt…” You whispered, covering your face when he marvelled over your wetness. He grinned, pressing a thumb to your bud. Instantly, you gasped, throwing your head back as he toyed with you. Matt ran a finger down your wet folds, humming with approval. “So wet f’me already?”

You had no patience. All this while you’d been just numb. The feel of Matt’s hands and the sensual caress of his short beard made you crave a certain feeling. One that could only be described as dirty. You liked dirty, and you sure as day needed it. “Y’got condoms?”

“Glovebox.” He nodded. You quickly popped it open, pulling out a condom packaged in bright red. Meanwhile, Matt unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. “Mind puttin’ it on for me?”

With that, your teeth peeled open the packaging and your hands moved to roll the thin cover of his cock. You didn’t have it in you to say it, but it was big. Like really big. Almost scary, your ex’s didn’t even compare. You hoped you could take it, knowing you’d been missing out on Matt’s kind of size for years and years.

He was almost instantly inside of you, slowly slipping in with a groan and throwing his head back. You were so warm, so ready. Gradually he began to thrust into you, hitting all the right spots. You had no control over what came out of your mouth. Thank goodness his windows were darkened slightly. And they were all rolled up. Which meant you could be as loud as you wanted.

Matt’s pace picked up sinking not only deeper, but harder. Your jaw hung slack at the sensation, building up a tightness in your stomach. “Gonna… cum!” You moaned, gripping onto his forearms as he grinned, getting closer to his own release. And then the two of you came undone. Matt closing his eyes tight, you laying a panting mess beneath him across the back seats. All of a sudden it was really hot in the car.

“You should send back a box with all the lingerie he’d ever seen you in. That’ll teach him.” Matt suggested. You were just calm enough to comprehend his words. And you nodded, already knowing exactly which pairs you’d send to the jerk. Probably in a box labelled ‘What A Waste’.

Goodness gracious ! This took a while to write but here it is everybody. Let me know if this should be an AU. Also, we got nerd!Chris pulling up to the function soon.

- ©phone4pills

[kaitoru]

HELP i dont know why i can't respond (ill reset my phone later) but like ur wishing for something pretty impossible 😔 @nanam1nz

[greenunoreversecard]

Hello, how are you doing? I hope you're having a great day :) I was wondering if I could request for Lloyd headcanons, perhaps a royalty AU where Lloyd would take the role of a knight and reader of an emperor or king of sorts. Romantic if possible, if you could add a bit of that "forbidden love" trope too that would be nice! Anddd if you'd like to add a small one shot or drabble at the end that would be cool too, though it's not necessary. That would be it! Take your time and make sure to drink water, thanks!

A/N:Sorry for taking so long on your request; I was trying to finish up the last little crunch of the quarter for school, cannot afford to fail jr yr. But now I'm on spring break!! so here's a treat.

Also, more drabble then Head canons, I apologize. Whoopsie. Hope you enjoy! I tried to look a bit into medieval court stuff.

Knight! Lloyd x Royal! Reader HCs/Drabble

Firstly, I think Lloyd would value his job more than you in the beginning.

He'd be very serious about it, taking his duties in stride and doing them above and beyond, which is what caused him to be put up for suggestion when there was a position available in the King's personal guard.

And when you did observe him working initially, he was the perfect candidate- He knew what he was doing, and he did it well. It also helps that he's quite attractive.

Which is exactly what landed him in this position.

"Thank you, my Lord, for this Opportunity. Rest assured, you will not be let down." Lloyd says as he approaches your thrown, bowing deeply, and you can hear the dull clink of his armor as he clamors about to show his deep appreciation and loyalty.

You can do nothing but smirk at the boy, Head resting in your hand as you observe him, the Silvery glints of his armor in the evening light streaming through the window, the glimpses of the green eyes he sports sensationally, the light blonde hair like a halo Apon his head, a crown of beauty marking him as a saint, an angel, among men.

And thus, he became a hand-picked member of your personal guard. And, through time, you two grew closer.

He even became your closest member of staff, right behind your political advisory, seemingly even closer than the appointed king's confident.

But Lloyd, he never realized how close he got. The poor boy was rather oblivious to your advances, although rather tame as they were.

But you're Confident, Kai, was very much aware.

"This isn't wise, My Liege." Kai huffs, and I roll my eyes, fixing the collar of my nightshirt.

"Again, Kai, just call me by my name. we are friends, are we not?"

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N, this is rather unorthodox and not at all withholding of tradition. A King and a Knight? The people would have your head on a stake."

I hum. "Then we must ensure that the kingdom does not become aware of my affections for the member of my vangaurd, should we not?"

Kai looks like he wants to say more, but a swift glare from me makes him think better of it. He warily sighs.

"yes, My Lord."

"Y/N~" I tease.

He snaps back a witty retort, and I laugh.

And so the months go on, the air growing stale with cold, and you continue to delve into the true depths of Lloyd, who he is beyond his beauty and beyond his position as a knight of your guard.

You find he is responsible and kind, yet mischievous. He's wise beyond his years and adorkable in the best ways. He has had a hard life but doesn't let it define him. that he has the cutest face when he's shocked or asleep, and is chivalrous to a fault.

And also, so. SO. OBLIVIOUS.

if it was any other being blatantly ignorant to the king's advances, you'd probably be rid of them.

But not Lloyd. Damn him, and his perfection.

And, as fortune has it, it comes to a head one evening.

There he is, standing opposed the morning sun, training with another member of the vanguard. He looks ethereal in this light, with the sweat gathering in bunches on him from the strain of his training.

The fast-paced parry-block-parry-strike I tune out, as well as Cole; his opponent, instead watching him enraptured. Kai is by my side, watching oogling Lloyd's opponent.

The two continue on, But Lloyd glances where me and my confident stand, and his attention is taken from the spar, Cole knocking him flat with the moment he was given.

I can see Lloyd Huff, and Cole help him up as me and kai start to wander closer to the duo. As we get closer, I catch a wide, gummy-like smile grace Lloyd's features, and i feel a array of butterflies in my stomach.

"Good match, you two."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Thank you, Y/- Your Majesty." Cole and Lloyd bow, and Cole side eyes Lloyd with a teasing smile I can't particularly decipher at his slip up. As they rise, Cole Spots Kai, and waves, and I dismiss the duo to catch up on Cole's request, leaving just me and Lloyd.

"Pray tell, what distracted you, Lloyd?" I smirk, glancing at him from the corner of my eye as I notice a small blush rising on his cheeks, as we start for the knight's bathroom.

He stutters a moment, before landing on; "I- Uh, wasn't expecting spectators."

"Just spectators, or was it something more?"

He huffs, and looks off to the side, blush deepening only the slightest bit.

"You looked quiet entrancing, might I add, Lloyd" I say, keeping my voice a softer tone than I normally do. The blush on his face continues to rise, and I smirk. "You looked good enough to eat, might I say-" He smacks my arm.

"What are you playing at?"

I turn to look at him fully, in the abandoned corridor just before the knight's bathroom.

"Excuse me?"

I raise a brow.

"What are you playing at? You keep saying things like that, like your flirting with me-"

"Because I am."

He seemingly shorts circuits, mouth floundering for a response but finding no reprieve, face now a vibrant hue.

"I- What?"

"Because I am flirting with you. I have been for months. It astounds me you've taken until just now to notice."

He continues to flounder a moment more.

"I- but that- we can't-"

"Why not? 'Because the kingdom will have our heads'? Don't fret; kai's made the same retorts, thus, we would just keep it within my circle if you'd like..." I trail off. "If you feel the same, as well."

He fumbles a moment more, blushing, deepening impossibly darker, his Adam's Apple bopping as he swallows, but nods despite it.

"I... I Do. But its uncouth. And-"

I grab his hand, stroking his knuckles.

"Fret not, please, My Lloyd." My voice is tender. "We'll keep it safe, and if it becomes a station of trouble, we'll deal with it when the hurdle comes."

He melts under my small touch, and after a moment's hesitation, sighs and finally nods.

"So it shall be, then," He murmurs, and I leave a lingering kiss on his forehead, feeling the heat of his flush under my lips.

And so it was.

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The End!! Hope you enjoyed!!!!

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[velvetsainz]

omg life as a medical student really is as busy as we hear, then? 😂 you’re gonna do great, I’m sure, you got this!!! best of luck 🫡🫡

it is indeed true, haha! i'm at the tail end of my internal medicine in-patient core rotation which means that i take my shelf exam in about a week and a half from now. after thaaaat, though, i have my lovely vacation month where i shall be writing up a storm! after that though i plunge face-first into 8 weeks of my general surgery core rotation so i will want to die at that point.

but yes! very busy all the time, studying all the time, so i have learned to juggle a lot of things at one time haha 😅

thank you sm bby 🥰🤍

[elswhore]

Can you make sedona x reader?

no but i can jump off a building

[ochotona-princeps]

Shou isn't the one with the scroll imagery, but listen. I had a vision. And I love old Japanese depictions of tigers So Much.

Also ykw Bishamonten is here.