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theealbatross · 1 year ago

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marry me (s.s.)

Plot | The 3 times Sebastian thought about marrying you and the 1 time he asked.

Tags | miscommunication, mentions of murder and poisonings, fluff, implied smut, dangerous idiots in love, fluff, 6k-ish words

A/N: sorry this took so long i went on a vacation! One of the funniest line about Ominis locking the two of them up was written by @/shinzhon in our discord server!

Series Masterlist - the rest of the chapters here

“Seriously Sebastian, how many times has it been this month?”

“It’s not my fault this time, I swear!”

“So, you slipped and somehow ended up in the Restricted Section? Is there some secret passage I hadn’t known about? Care to share to the class?” Ominis pinned him with a look and despite knowing his friend was blind Sebastian still raised his hands in surrender. Ominis sighed, there was no point really. When he had agreed to be friends with the troublesome boy in their first year he had signed up for this. It’s his fault for not seeing the mischievousness in those innocent brown eyes.

“I’m surprised,” Ominis continued as he started the trek back to their common room, the painful small talks he had with the headmaster in order to prevent anything getting sent to Solomon already fading as he got further away from the office. He could only imagine the absolute hell the old man would’ve sent their way if he had heard of his rendezvous in the Restricted Section. “It just isn’t like you.”

Sebastian scoffed, “To be in the Restricted Section? Where have you been the past year?”

“No, you idiot,” he hissed. “It isn’t like you to be caught.”

The falter in Sebastian’s steps had him raising an eyebrow, neck snapping back in accusation. “I’ve been caught once,” Sebastian reminded him quickly of the time Scribner first put the anti-Alohamora charm in the doors of the Restricted Section.

"I'm not finished," He’s hiding something. “It isn’t like you to be caught twice.”

He stopped on his track at the sound of Sebastian’s wince. “Okay, don’t be mad –”

“Oh no.”

“The new fifth-year needed some help to get in the restricted section because – well, I actually can’t tell you, she made me swear – and it’s bigger than the both of us and it was going so well! But Peeves caught just as we were about to –”

“Honestly, Sebastian, enough!”

He didn’t need to hear any of this.

Sebastian was right. Whatever great big mess that new kid was in the middle of was bigger than the both of them. And he has had more than enough on his plate trying to keep his friend out of trouble without the additional presence of another mysterious adrenaline junkie being thrown in the mix – one who was worryingly a magnet for big trouble. It was no wonder Sebastian was transfixed; he was looking at the damn mirror.

“Whatever fascination you have with that girl ends now,” It doesn’t escape him how much he sounded like a father getting in-between two lovers. He would’ve laughed in incredulity at the current situation he had found himself in if he wasn’t so bloody frustrated. “You get in enough trouble on your own, she doesn’t need to be sucking you up in her own problems.”

Sebastian makes a sound that doesn’t sound like a ‘yes, Ominis’ and the blond’s blood vessels nearly pop. He cannot believe this.

“Come on, it wasn’t like that. Honestly, she was brilliant! You should’ve been there; she took to the Disillusionment spell so quick that if we hadn’t let out guard down, we –”

“Oh, Merlin’s Beard, why don’t you marry the damn girl and the both of you leave me out of your tomfooleries!”

That would be ideal, he thinks. In a perfect world, he’s going to lock the two of them in a room and eat the key. There he would have no daily nuisances, won’t have to worry about sneaky Slytherins and the explosion of troubles they bring with them, and won’t need to suffer through Headmaster Black’s presence to get them out of it. A thankless job that brought nothing but headaches.

It was only when he was out of his blissful reverie that he realized his headache had stopped walking behind him seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

No.

“Sebastian … “

The other boy audibly flinched, his breath now irregular, and Ominis will bet all the galleons in the Gaunt’s vault that if he could see his old friend’s face would be as red as a Gryffindor’s arse right now.

He could almost cry, his palms producing embarrassing cold sweats at the absolute worst-case scenario unfolding in front of his unseeing eyes. “Please – I am begging you – not this one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Oh no, no, no.

Suddenly, the prospect of Sebastian and this troublemaker getting together was not that idyllic. In quick successions, all possible worst-case scenario popped in Ominis head. Sebastian was bad enough, if he had someone who was equally as reckless and rash as him it would be something out of his worst nightmare.

Ominis is a good person. This can’t be happening to him.

“Sebastian, listen to me –”

With only a breeze as his answer Sebastian skipped right past Ominis and up the grand staircase. Ominis could feel the heat of his face. “No time to talk. Got somewhere to be –”

“Sebastian, no!”

Why must it keep happening to him?

Sebastian was pretty sure the house in Feldcroft has not heard Anne’s laughter in a long, long time. Yet, here you were, huddled together with his sister, whispering giggle-worthy stories about him no doubt by the way your gaze kept fluttering back to him, and lifting the dreadful ooze that has monopolized the small space since his sister’s illness.

“Nice girl,” He had nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized his uncle had been sitting on the spare bed hidden by a curtain.

“Y-Yeah,” Merlin’s beard you even got his unpleasant uncle’s favor in such a short time – a miracle worker, truly. “She’s … quite something.”

Talking to him has always been awkward.

Even before Anne had gotten sick, he found it difficult to converse with the man who looked too much but was simultaneously nothing like his gentle, kind father. And maybe it was also the childish insistence that if he had let the man into his heart, he would betray his parents – his father – that he just couldn’t let him in. It would feel too much like replacing him so he just opted in letting Solomon linger at the precipice of his life and the man was more than happy to do so.

After all, if Solomon was nothing like his father, Sebastian was everything that reminded Solomon of his dead brother. And those were holes none of them could fill for each other.

“You know, your mother was the same,” Sebastian’s eyebrows raised, never hearing Solomon talk about her till now. “When she was a 7th year I was just starting in Hogwarts and let me tell you, I had little hope for that brother of mine of ever getting her attention.”

His uncle continued to stare at you like he was seeing a ghost – the good kind – not the kind he sees when he looks at him. “She was brilliant, loved by even the firmest professors. And was always willing to hold out a helping hand, even to lost first years whose ass of a brother left to go fend for himself in the confusing moving stairs of Hogwarts.”

Even Sebastian let out a chuckle at that ridiculous image. Sometimes he forgets that even his old uncle had once been a child. The thought is uncomfortable, especially looking at the man he is now. “I always told him he was out of his mind for courting your mother but did my crazy brother listen? Absolutely not.”

Where was he going with this?

Sebastian returned his eyes back to you.

Brilliant, admirable, courageous you.

With your bright smile that feeds his ego by always shining brighter with him. The recklessness that never fails to infuriate and impress on his last nerves. The kindness you innately had in you that makes him want to wrap you up in the finest silk then lock you up in an impenetrable room so nobody else may ever touch it – so nobody else may have you.

That would be best, he thinks.

“It would seem even that insanity he had passed on to you.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths so all his blood doesn’t go to his face, unable to look at the older man. “It’s not like that,” he cleared his throat, now unable to look at you. “We’re … friends.”

“A good … companionship is built upon friendship,” Sebastian’s head whipped to this uncle as if to say ‘how would you know?’ but his uncle just grunted, shrugging before standing up to busy himself in the kitchen, calling you out to assist and telling Anne to take her medicine.

A good companionship. He knows it’s a bit too early but the thought of it wasn’t as horrifying as he thought it would be. The budding interest he had in his new friend was pushed and shoved into the deepest nook of his brain – he had more pressing things to tend to, one that was more important than discerning why he could recognize the sound of her laughter in the middle of dinner in the Great Hall.

But if he really thinks about it, takes a moment to breathe and considers it … it would be nice. She’s had research interest but with her grades and skill being a renowned curse-breaker or even an auror isn’t out of the question. If he works hard, he knows he’d be able to keep up and support her and Anne – maybe even set up an apartment in the city, they can just visit his sister when they have the chance.

Of course,he will try to encourage her to settle back down in Feldcroft if Anne still lives here but Irondale is quite beautiful too, a good place to practice flying when they have a family, let his children experience a true childhood surrounded by peace and quiet – two kids would be nice. Twins run in the family so maybe he could convince her for another one if their first pair are of the same gender. He would really like a daughter who looks just like --

“I like her.”

“Bloody hell!” Sebastian jumped when he realized his twin sister was now right in front of him while he was deep in his embarrassing delusions. (When did the members of his family become so sneaky?) She grinned at him as if she knew exactly what had him so distracted. To avoid her piercing stare, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he guided her in the little nook of her bedroom where all the vials full of her medicines were stored.

“I knew you would. ‘s why I brought her here.”

“Oh?” Anne nonchalantly drank a disgusting-looking fluid in one gulp. “So, it wasn’t cause you wanted to monopolize her and get ahead of your competition back at Hogwarts?”

Sebastian gawked, his entire body heating up from the accusation. “What – no, it’s not – I thought she would cheer you up!”

He quickly took a quick peek at the corner, relieved that you were too busy charming his uncle off to hear such absurd allegations against him. He wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression of him at all. After all, for how wondrous those visions are, he puts your friendship on a pedestal above anything else.

He thinks he’ll be more than content to be just your friend. Maybe.

“How gracious of you, brother,” Anne smirked, in this light it was almost like the old Anne.

Sebastian smirked at her, masking indifference, “I try.”

He should’ve known. Anne would be the one who might just see through all of him, even the things he likes to keep from his head. Even his most impossible dreams of cozy cottages and soft days.

“Sebastian!” The twins straightened up at your voice, both felt like they had been caught red-handed as you cheerfully rounded the corner. “Oh, was I interrupting –”

“No, not at all!” Anne pushed Sebastian firmly, making him stumble and catch himself just as he was about to crash into you. The proximity forces him to stare as your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He stops breathing.

You’ll look dazzling in white; he thinks.

“Your uncle told me your neighbor had some mint in their garden, said you could help me find it? It would go well with the juice.”

Sebastian’s eyes fell to your lips as you spoke before physically ripping his eyes out to look at your eyes, nodding, as his brain tried to keep up between his imagination and the reality of your face in front of his. You grinned, already walking towards the door. He lets out a breath, the faint traces of your perfume that he gave you wafting an enchanting trail that kept his gaze on your retreating back.

“Get on with it,” Anne pushed him again and this time he gave her his deadliest glare as he followed after you. “You can’t hide her in Feldcroft forever.”

“Zip it.”

Solomon stood next to Anne as they stared at the two sweethearts in their own worlds as they made an adventure out of the small trip. Anne couldn’t help but giggle when Sebastian tripped because he was too busy looking at you instead of the road.

“Are men always this stubborn and stupid?”

“No,” Solomon grumbled, heart aching fondly when in a blink he could almost see a different mirage of figures that were both familiar and strangers at the same time. “He’s just his father’s son.”

“It’s over.”

Sebastian turned his head, straying his eyes away from the night sky framed by the room’s glass ceiling to look at you. “It’s over.”

The two of you lay down on the floor of the room of requirement, sneaking away from the graduation party to spend the last moments of your life as a student in Hogwarts together. It wasn’t intentional, you had sneaked out for a proper goodbye to the sentient room and thanked it for everything it had provided for you but, like always, Sebastian had gotten ahold of your sneaking form before you could take two steps away from his side.

Sebastian can see that the inevitability of it all is making you emotional, a Hogwarts-shaped hole already forming in the crevices of your heart. The thought of no longer having this haven to escape the world's cruel realities makes him sigh.

“I’m terrified,” your whispered confession surprised him.

His gallant darling? Scared?

“What for?”

You smiled at him sheepishly. “It feels stupid but … I’m scared of things changing. I feel like that little girl again – 15 years old and alone in this great, big world I was thrust into.” Sebastian noticed a shudder crawl over your body. “And this time I won’t have a cheeky Slytherin lad to show me around.”

Sebastian frowned, unsure if he was more disappointed at you for thinking you would lose him that easily or at himself for not nailing that the two of you were tethered forevermore in that bright head of yours.

Instead, he took your shaking hands that you tried to hide and held on to it tight.

You smiled up at him. “Promise to stay in touch?”

He could almost scoff at such an understatement of a request. Do you know I’m never letting you go?

“You’re not getting away from me that easily,” he grinned, hoping to charm the rest of your remnant fears away. “I expect weekly letters while I’m away from training.”

You scrunched your nose, which he thinks is just adorable “What? So you can brag to your fellow trainees you have a lovesick lady waiting for you at home?”

He laughed at that, eyes crinkling and heart racing, “Maybe I should keep a photo of you plastered on my wall then, really commit to the part. A pretty face like you on my walls should make me the envy of my entire group.”

Her laugh came out nervous, her grip on his hands tightened. She’s still scared.

If only he had been sorted in Gryffindor maybe then he would’ve been daring enough to say something. To fall to his knees in this room and let his forehead kiss the ground and beg you to stay with him, run away with him, marry him. To let him spend the rest of his lowly life making sure you will never be lonely again.

But the fates were cruel and for all his pretense of confidence, the gods’ honest truth is he is a coward. A coward with no prospects.

If he wants your hand he needs to prepare, to follow the plan he had mapped out since the night he had realized he would very much like to spend the rest of his life with you or die trying. He might not be worth anything for now but he’ll make himself enough. He just needs to hold on … just two more years – it’s all he asks.

Just two years for him to establish himself, to become someone, to earn the right to ask you. He knows it will be hard, you’ll be engrossed in your own research and won’t be able to see him as he trains to be an auror. And there was always a risk of you meeting someone else but he’s already made Poppy swear to report everything to him while she accompanies you in your travels, a contingency plan for any hurdle that may put a wrench in his plans.

If all of this fails then so be it, but he won’t lose you from a lack of planning or trying.

“Why are you looking at me like that?

He didn’t realize he was staring at you while his thoughts ran wild. The dark of your eyes reflected the ceilings you had charmed with the sky of the Forbidden Forest. The dim hue of the room made you look ethereal, like a forest fairy sent to lead him to a beautiful doom. He’d follow you anywhere.

Is it too soon to tell you I love you?

Is it too late?

“Have I ever told you that you’re the only one I need?” Sebastian suddenly whispered, vulnerable.

It’s the closest thing he’ll allow himself to say for now, placating the intensity of his need to be close to you by properly laying on his side and pressing a firm hand on your cheeks as you followed his lead, your own loosely dangling on his waist.

“Don’t you think Ominis will be quite offended by that?” you teased, your fingers tracing patterns on his spine.

He couldn’t help but match your grin, “He’ll live.”

“Sebastian,” your words quiet but he moved his hand at the back of your head to pull you in closer, muffling your following words on his chest. “Promise me nothing will change?”

Sebastian’s hold on you tensed, pressing the gentlest kiss at the top of your head to silence his protests.

No, he wants to scream. Everything has to change.

He’ll change everything for you.

“I promise,” he lies.

He’s no Gryffindor, after all.

[ 5 years later ]

“I almost fucking killed you!”

You rolled your eyes, which was a bad idea considering the curse that malfunctioned in Gringott’s brought upon a gaggle of Inferis along with a mutated one that grew about ten feet tall. Before it could lunge straight at your head, Sebastian – Merlin’s beard, he was still as handsome as the day you had left Hogwarts – pulled you into him before casting a Protego followed by a Confringo, blasting the undead’s arm away.

Still his favorite after all these years.

“What? You become a bigshot Auror and forget my face?!”

With an Incendio, the rest of the Inferis were now weakened enough that Sebastian was able to finish them all in one go (bloody hell!). Giving you time to gather yourself and lash out a heavy burst of ancient magic to take care of the giant Inferi once and for all.

You wobbled from the effort but firm hands and a chest caught you. When you looked up you were greeted by a cantankerous Sebastian covered in dust and dirt.

“As if I could see your face in those ridiculous glasses you’re wearing. Is that a lizard’s eye?”

You pulled on the offending thing, turning and standing on your tiptoes to put it on him, then he could see that it helps with seeing the traps laid out around the vault. “Satisfied your inquiries, Mr. Auror?”

He pushed the glasses to the top of his head, still looking down at you with a suspicious glare. Damn him and damn the entire male race for their inability to stop growing their limbs. “I should have you arrested. Illegally breaking into Gringots? What were you thinking?”

“Please, any curse-breaker you sent this way would’ve been eaten by that curse, I barely got out with my life if not for my ancient magic.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows twitched in the familiar way when he wasn’t particularly fond of you – which usually only happens when you throw yourself in danger … like today. Old habits die hard.

“I –”

“Save it,” he raised a palm. You sucked your lips into a thin line comically – it has been half a decade since you last saw him after all, you’re not entirely quite sure If this Sebastian in front of you would hesitate in throwing his prodigal best friend into the cold stone walls of a ministry ordained prison. “You owe me.”

Before he could, you fired off a blast of ancient magic behind him, crushing the lone Inferi that was bidding its time under a rock. You smirked. “Are we even now?”

“Not even fucking close,” His face was blank, unamused. Sebastian’s patience has never been the longest but this is one of the few times his ire was aimed at you, the novelty of it would make you blush if you weren’t so guilty. “Where have you been?”

This time it was your smile that fell, eyes dropping with it in shame. Straight to it, huh.

“Sebastian … I left a lett –“

“A letter! You call that a letter?!” He guffawed, turning his back on you and started pacing just at the ledge that led to a very, very, long fall to the bottom of Gringotts. Your fingers twitched to reach out for him but you had a feeling he wasn’t particularly interested in getting mothered right now as he spiraled out the words you’re sure he had surely been holding the past years. “My dearest friend, one who fights trolls for practice and is the most wanted woman of all dark wizards in the country disappears without a trace even when I spent an entire year searching for her –”

He looked for you?

“—but oh no! All is well Sebastian, she left you a bloody note!”

You felt like a reprimanded toddler but maybe (just maybe) you deserved it. “It wasn’t my finest moment.”

Something in your words snapped the last of Sebastian’s nerve. The gall of you – to stand here like it was nothing. The days he had spent tracking you, dreading the moment he would be greeted by your corpse.

How dare you leave? How dare you leave him? Of all the people in this world you were the one who was supposed to stay on his side.

‘I’ll be back. I promise. I just need time’

He marched to where you were standing, cupping both of your shoulders so you can look at him. “I will be given an explanation.”

Instead, your eyes fell on his left hand. He followed your line of sight, the gold band around his finger making all your cruelest nightmares come true.

How did it come to this? You scoured your memories of your entire friendship – how had the two of you come from being unable to keep a single secret from each other to strangers that have too many unspoken grievances in between them?

Was this inevitable?

Finally, you gathered your strength. He did deserve the truth from you of all people. And you could truly never keep a secret from Sebastian even now – which is also why you left. The shame, the unjustified anger, the hurt in your chest when you looked at him – you couldn’t handle it.

“I … I heard from Leander.”

His frown deepened. What does Leander have anything to do with this?

“I was going to visit you on the last weekend of your training. Then Leander caught me in town and he said … he said that after you had finished your auror training you were planning to propose, that you were already looking for a ring.”

He is going to kill that orange blabbermouth fuc –

“I couldn’t – surely, you couldn’t be that daft. I … I loved you, Sebastian! And I know I’m your friend and I should’ve been there for you. And I really am – I am happy for you,” you took his hand, your gentle touch shakily running through the gold band around his ring finger as you tried to hold back the tears. It felt like it was mocking you, like it could burn a mark on your skin. “If anyone deserves to build a family it would be you. I just … in that moment I couldn’t be happy for you. I needed to remove myself from the situation and I couldn’t say goodbye – you wouldn’t have let me! I panicked and I was hurt and … I really am sorry. I’m so sorry, Sebastian.”

As humiliating as it was to say all the hurt that you were carrying with you as you traveled the world to escape your love for him it did make you feel lighter. Were you a coward? Maybe so. But you will not shame your past self for what she did out of hurt and fear. It was painful but necessary.

It wasn’t until Sebastian was cupping your face and wiping your cheeks with his thumb that you realized you had been crying.

“Darling, who did you think the ring was for?”

You blinked, “What?”

You could tell he was trying to lengthen his patience with you, clearly as he was the more emotionally stable one at the moment even though it looked like he was at the precipice of choking you. "Have I ever told you that I was courting anyone?”

The conversation was taking a turn you weren't expecting. “N-No, but Leander and Everett used to keep teasing you about the Ministry girls that was always at your tail so I just assumed …”

He raised his eyebrows, holding onto your cheeks tighter so you had to look at him. For the first time in your entire friendship, you couldn’t read him at all. “I assumed you became interested in one of them.”

He sighed, “No, sweetheart. I did not become interested in any of them.”

You frowned, still feeling the cold ring on your cheek. “Then who did you marry?”

“I’m … not married.” This time it was him who seemed to blush, actually breaking eye contact to chuckle. When he looked back at you it was like you were getting a peek of the boyish Sebastian you once knew. “I would have been if the beautiful witch I had been chasing did not disappear on me right when I was about to propose.”

His words sunk into you like molasses, the wrinkle in between your eyebrows disappearing as your eyes widened in realization. Surely, he doesn’t mean –

“I just wore it since I would’ve been wearing it either way if someone had said yes. And it’s a more effective way to ward off any hopefuls. A little white lie to cover up my bruised heart and spare their egos”

“Wait, wait –“you tried to push him away but one of his arms just wrapped around your back, pushing your chest to his. He wasn’t going to let you get away this time, if he has to cast a binding spell on you without your knowledge then so be it.

The past five years had been torture enough.

“I guess it’s what I deserved. Letting the love of my life wait around just because my pride wanted me to earn the right to ask for her hand. The Hero of Hogwarts, the brightest witch of our age – surely, I couldn’t just ask her, could I?”

The abundance of information threatened to drown your head in. Pieces of the grand puzzle that never seemed to fit right clicking and clacking in your head as you slowly pieced together the blanks in the history of your relationship because you didn’t bother to ask and he didn’t bother to say anything.

He means you right? He was going to propose to you? The bloody ring you’ve been having nightmares about was for you?!

But he had never … I mean sure you flirted here and there but it was nothing … official. No words were ever shared, no announcements, nor formality.

It was all very … murky and ambiguous.

“Hey, back to me, darling,” he gently pressed his thumb that was still holding on to your cheek. “I swear even when we’re together it’s like you’re still running away.” As if suddenly lost in thought himself he murmured, “Should I charm a chain on you, after all?”

You blinked and the dark glint in his eyes that you had only seen in his darkest moments in your fifth year disappeared, now replaced with a small cheeky smile.

“Sebastian, the ring was it – surely it wasn’t –”

“For you?” He was so close now that you could count all the freckles in his face, his lips running through your cheeks, even pressing a kiss on your temple. “Then riddle me this, my love – if not for you then who else would it be for? Hmm? Who else would I be begging to be my wife if not my most treasured friend? The one person who stood beside me through it all?”

Another kiss on your cheeks. “The only light in my life?”

The underside of your jaw. “The beautiful witch who had rudely stolen my heart when we were children then had the nerve to run away with it just as I was able to gather all the courage I had to ask for hers in return?”

He moved both of his hands to wrap around your waist, pulling and pulling and pulling as if he wanted to meld the two of you together. “Who else but you? There was and would’ve been nobody else but you.”

A shadow of a kiss at the edge of your lips. “You’re the only woman I have ever loved.”

Your heart threatens to explode.

“And you’re the only one I will ever love,” he whispered, but the quiet of the caves of Gringotts made his voice echo inside your overheating skull.

You had been aware of Sebastian’s charms when you were younger but now that he was using his pretty face and raspy voice at its full extent while professing his love for you in the murky caves of Gringotts and pieces of Inferi corpses scattered on the ground – you could almost feel your brain malfunctioning.

“I had resigned myself to a life of isolation if you had never come back,” he declared. “But you did. Why?”

He was not going to accept anything less than the truth. The intensity behind his eyes, the grip he has around you was so firm you were almost hanging off the ground. The unbearable weight of your guilt for almost driving this man to insanity even if it had not been your intention had you letting go of your defenses.

“Because I missed you,” you admitted, eyes looking straight at him to finally bare your soul. “And I couldn’t find anything the world could offer that could compare to you. Even if we just remained friends I –”

His chuckle cut you off.

“We could never just be friends,” he whispered, you couldn’t agree more. “We were never just friends. Darling, I’m not a religious man but if soulmates are real then yours and mine have always been tied to each other. And if whatever god is up there was cruel enough not to have done that then I would’ve knotted it myself.”

You giggle through your tears – you had played out so many fantasies of Sebastian’s confessions and yet now that you were living your wildest dreams it felt like your heart was trying to escape your chest.

“If you hadn’t come back, it would’ve done nothing short of killing me, you have to know that,” a ragged breath escapes him as if the mere memory of your escape were enough to cause him physical pain. “Because I love you and I have always loved you even back when I didn’t know what love is. Even when love was a mere flutter in my chest every time I looked at you. Even when I was a fool in a path to destruction I … I have always, always loved you.”

You nodded, almost gasping at the intensity of his words. “I love you too, Sebastian. So much. I would’ve always come back. I couldn’t – I would’ve honestly poisoned your wife if you had married another.”

A laugh exploded out of his mouth at your sudden proclamation, echoing through the eerie corners of the caves. “And I had more than enough daydreams of torturing any lovers you might’ve taken in your travels.” The sickly-sweet tone that contrasted such horrid words had you giggling.

“Think we should stick to each other then?” You roped an arm around his neck, letting him carry your dead weight. “Spare some poor suckers from poisons and murders.”

He grinned, leaning in closer and closer, “You always had been the one with bright ideas.”

You smiled just as he finally pressed his lips into yours. Even your wildest dream couldn’t compare to this. Sebastian’s greedy grip on your waist, his familiar scent, his taste – him. It wasn’t perfect – a bit too rough, too needy yet somehow never enough – it was better, a perfect amalgamation of your entire relationship.

“Marry me,” he commanded in between kisses, too desperate to separate from you for more than a second. “Tell me you’ll have me.”

“You’re mine,” You gasp when he suddenly turned you around and pressed you on the jagged wall of the cave. “Always been mine.”

You’ve never not been mine.

Suddenly, Sebastian ended your kisses, a whine slipping out of your throat which he placated with a quick peck before he haphazardly pulled a necklace of some kind around his neck, snapping it to let the pendant fall into his palms.

Only it wasn’t a pendant. It was a ring. The ring.

“Oh my, Sebastian,” your vision blurs with tears as he gently takes your shaking hand, slipping the beautiful jewelry on your ring finger where it shall sit forever. “It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to marry you.”

He groaned, pressing his forehead to your temple as you continued to admire the ring on your finger.

“You keep buttering me up like this and I’ll have to kidnap the first priest I see when we get out of here.”

“I wouldn’t object to that, we’ve never been one for propriety.”

“I can’t believe we had our first kiss in Gringott’s of all places,” he muttered, the vibration of his voice tickling your chest as he buries his face in it.

“That wasn’t my first kiss.”

That had his head snapping, eyes murderous at your words. "What?”

“It wasn’t yours either.”

“Huh.”

You nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact as he tries to scour through his memories.

“Remember our fight in the Room of Requirement? About the Triwizards game?”

He winced. “I’d rather not remember that.”

You shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You settled back, knowing him well enough to know his mind was rapidly working through his memories to figure out the cryptic declaration you had confessed.

It had been frustrating when you had remembered such important event days after it happened. All it had taken was a faint whiff of Sebastian’s shampoo in your pillow in the room of requirement before you were shooting up in your bed at the memories trickling in your brain as you tried to figure out if it had been one of your more apparent daydreams only to scream when you had realized it had happened and the two of you completely forgot about it.

You had become wary of Sebastian then, staring and studying his face at any hint that he also had the luck of remembering such bold confessions from you. You aren’t sure if you were more relieved or disappointed when he showed no inkling of gaining the curse of such knowledge like you.

But at your sudden engagement to him, you believe you have suffered enough of such vexations alone. You are to be married after all which means the two of you shall share every burden from now on -- even the most embarrassing and frustrating ones.

Sebastian’s muscles locked, pushing himself up to cage you in bed as his frantic eyes widened.

You grin. He remembers.

“No fucking way.”

“Yes way.”

He slumps back down in your chest, groaning. “Are you sure you're okay with marrying a bloody idiot?”

Your body shakes with laughter. “Lucky for you, idiots are just my type.”

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfiction

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strwbrychffoncke · 4 months ago

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"tell me why would we be here if this ain't meant to be?,, <1k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: your souls tethered together in an invisible bond ,words aren't always needed to spell out your shared feelings for one another contains: fluff! lnds sylus x mc!reader ,established relationship ,soft!sylus ,minimal dialogue ,cozy atmosphere ,kissing ,making out ,napping together ,v vague reference to sylus myth ,i think thats it note: (mostly edited!) something short and simple since i spoiled sylus the other day....

you liked it like this.

the base was quiet this time around. the twins handled some small errands today while mephisto was sent out to gather any notable intel in preparation for an upcoming auction. sylus had his work cut out for him to check over before the day in several weeks to come.

despite this, you found yourself in the warm embrace of none other than the onychinus leader himself— sleeved arms wrapped snuggly around your center, holding you close to his slowly rising and falling chest, nose nestled above your head, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair care products. he sighs in contentment.

you liked it like this.

you were curled up close against him, his warmth seeping through his loungewear into your fingertips and further down your body, calm breaths mingling together in the quiet of the room— save for one of sylus' many, many records spinning on the nearby record player, needle dragging across the thin indented lines of the large flat disk, the slight skip it makes going unnoticed by you, but sylus makes a mental note to clean it thoroughly later.

you liked it like this.

no words needed to be exchanged in this moment between the two of you. the momentary solace of being with each other like this, consumed within each others space, safe within the others' arms— even if you wanted to chastise sylus for putting off his work, you couldn't bring yourself to chase him away from the comfort he held you in right now. you tighten your hold on him, nuzzling your face deeper into his chest.

you liked it like this.

you feel the rumble of his laughter through his chest, his body shaking slightly with the action as his hands begin to caress your head in a steady pattern, one after the other, further coaxing you closer to him if that were even possible.

"holding me hostage here? how will i ever get back to work?"

his tone is a mix of teasing and amused, affectionately petting your hair as one would the soft head of an affectionate cat.

"you can't, you're not allowed to," you declare, peeking up at him, eyes creased in amusement and promise.

"i'd never even consider it, sweetie," he muses, eyes meeting yours before leaning down to plant a sweet kiss onto your head.

you like it like this.

you could feel his heartbeat at this proximity, rhythm quick yet steady— a measure of his feelings for you, his contentedness in having you with him here, just like this, together in his dim bedroom, the moon casting its glow on the two entangled lovers in their moment of respite. you can't help but to tug on the fabric of his soft sleep shirt suddenly, pulling back slightly only to lean up when he peers down at you and capturing his lips with yours.

you like it like this.

your lips mesh and meld together easily, instinctually, slow and loving, in no rush for anything in this sacred space for two where the concept of time itself ceases to exist, leaning closer into each other, your hands gripping the shirt covering his chest and one of sylus' hands coming up to cup your cheek, tilting your head while coaxing you flat onto your back as he deepens the affection, swallowing your breaths and pouring everything he has to offer right into you.

you like it like this.

after who knows how long, he finally pulls back, hands planted on each side of your head, watching you from his angle above as you pant out into the air, catching your breath and peering back into his shimmering gaze, nothing but adoration glowing within his irises taking in your messy hair, bare face, loose clothes splayed across your figure, eyes reflecting the same shine back into his. he lifts a hand to hold your cheek, watching you nuzzle into it as his thumb caresses the soft flesh.

you like it like this.

in no time at all, you're both laying back on your sides, facing each other as his large arms encircle you, pulling you flush against him once more. your legs entangle together as he pecks your cheek and feels your smile against him, arms hugging his waist, head resting against his beating heart once again. with the lull of the music seeping back into the space, you feel the grips of sleeping tugging at your consciousness, eyes fluttering shut and breaths evening out.

you like it like this.

and sylus keeps you there, close to him, in this loving space for two, caressing your hair until he feels the even inhale and exhale, peeking down at your sleeping face and planting one more kiss onto it before he allows his own eyes slip shut. he can adapt to any place so long as he was willing, but the unspoken truth beneath that certainty was that was only so long as it was with you. and he's satisfied having you here, just like this, secured against him.

he likes it like this.

he allows himself this moment of respite with you, in his bedroom, slowly slipping into slumber himself to indulge in this nap with you, not a care in the world for the work he has to deal with— when he has you in his arms like this, he thinks that can wait for later. the last of his consciousness leaves him and a small smile graces his lips as he enters a beautiful dream.

from back in his sacred cave to now, he wouldn't want it any other way.

a/n: another experimental(?) writing style; the vibes of the song helped me paint this picture thank u kali uchis

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #l&ds #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #lads x reader #lads x you #lnds x reader #lnds x you #l&ds x reader #l&ds x you #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus x reader #lnds sylus x reader #l&ds sylus x reader #sylus x reader #qin che

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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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careful what you wish for | alex albon social media au

pairing: alex albon x fem norris!reader

be careful what you wish for because sometimes childhood dreams come true (not the way you think though)

MASTERLIST | BROTHER'S BFF MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: it's sweet treat hour in the paddock

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user1: oh to be a person in the f1 paddock getting a sweet treat

user2: ummm actually i think i deserve one more than any of the guys on the grid

yourusername: probably true lol

georgerussell63: BLASPHEMY

landonorris: blood is CLEARLY not thicker than water 🤨

maxverstappen1: i can't believe this betrayal

charles_leclerc: puppy play date is OFF

yourusername: not you people proving them right within 0.5 seconds.

user3: y/n really is god's strongest soldier these fools must be so annoying

alexalbon: not me tho

landonorris: nuh uh 😐

alexalbon: sorry to burst your bubble lando but on the scale of least annoying (me) to most annoying (carlos) ... well marketing love carlando for a reason

landonorris: Y/N TELL HIM TO STOP BEING MEAN TO ME

yourusername: i'm not your mum, defend yourself

landonorris: ???

carlossainz55: THERE IS NO WAY I'M THE MOST ANNOYING ON THE GRID? Y/N TELL HIM THAT

yourusername: keep your car away from oscar and maybe

oscarpiastri: thank you grid mum 🫶🏻

carlossainz55: grid mum clearly showing favourites 🤨 does my sleepovers at the norris household mean anything?

yourusername: your old ass does not need a grid mum be fucking for real

carlossainz55: GASP!

alexalbon: nevermind what ever the fuck that was... the sweet treats slapped, thank you very much

yourusername: see this is why you're my favourite

oscarpiastri: i am right here

logansargent: :(((((

yourusername: NOOO MY LITTLE DUCKLINGS I LOVE YOU

user4: the way y/n has taken to oscar and logan makes my heart so warm

user5: her missing a lot of the start of the 2023 season and logan saying he started to feel less lonely when she was back coming to races as she went out of her way to support him

user6: her and alex going to miami a week early and acting more like parents than logan's actual parents

user7: it's like the older drivers are her grid kids but she only goes full mama bear for oscar and logan

user8: i'm gonna need this friends to lovers arc for alex and y/n

landonorris: do you people ever shut up

yourusername: LANDO ???

landonorris: sorry you have to die single sorry i don't make the rules

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f1: ALBON P5!!! now that's why lando had a poster of him in his childhood bedroom

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user9: i know lando forever regrets bringing that up all those years ago

user10: since we know how close alex and y/n are... i'd bet a lot of money y/n brings it up at any opportunity

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alexalbon: always knew you were my biggest fan

yourusername: it must be a norris thing

landonorris: alex the literal f1 account is making fun of me and you're SAYING SHE IS YOUR BIGGEST FAN

alexalbon: okay buddy lets calm it down

landonorris: don't put me in time out you're not my grid dad

alexalbon: am i not?

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alexalbon: i wouldn't claim you dummy

landonorris: i saw that ............. interesting

user11: the way this is the biggest hint for y/n x alex we've ever gotten but lando is not putting 2 and 2 together

yourusername: i've never had to try to keep a secret from lando i've always had to spell it out for him we're safe

landonorris: who is we?

user11: i see what you mean

georgerussell63: good lord, will i ever get out of the alex DRS train?

alexalbon: NEVER MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

georgerussell63: have you already started drinking?

alexalbon: maybe, you know y/n can't mix drinks for shit

yourusername: P5 in a williams calls for a throwback college tequila punch

maxverstappen1: college tequila punch without me THE FAVOURITISM HAS GOTTEN OUT OF HAND

yourusername: you AND I QUOTE said "never talk to me again, i don't want to see you with any kind of receptacle that a person could drink out of, i never want to see a bottle of tequila ever again i feel like this is a hangover that will be passed on as some kind of generational curse"

maxverstappen1: now you say that i do recall saying something similar

user12: the way oscar and logan were so happy for alex, that's a grid dad for real

logansargent: we knew all of our drinks would been on his tab 🤞🏻

oscarpiastri: and he brought our kebabs!!

user13: how do i get this kind of treatment on my nights out?

logansargent: you have to third wheel alex and y/n when they're insufferably cute 👍🏻

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user14: i'm on to yall

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alexalbon: post night out munch with my favourites

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user15: oh i can smell the arguments coming

yourusername: no one die i'm putting my phone on do not disturb

user16: so real

georgerussell63: HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THE SANCTITY OF OUR FRIENDSHIPS I THOUGHT WE WERE PLATONIC SOULMATES OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER SEWN INTO THE VERY FABRIC OF OUR BEING

alexalbon: well damn

georgerussell63: well damn? WELL DAMN? THAT'S IT YOU ARE NOT INVITED ON MY ANNUAL EASTER SUNDAY WALK AND BOUTIQUE EASTER EGG HUNT

landonorris: wow that'll really show him george

georgerussell63: LANDO WHAT THE FUCK WE NEED A UNITED FRONT

yourusername: babe this isn't trench warfare

georgerussell63: i thought you weren't getting involved this is a GALEX DISCUSSION

charles_leclerc: i thought this was a twitch quartet dicussion?

georgerussell63: maybe if you people MADE YOURSELF USEFUL IT WOULD BE

charles_leclerc: you know what i don't like your tone. i am very secure in my friendship with alex and am happy he has other thriving friendships especially with those who have recently joined the team and need the extra comfort

alexalbon: finally a normal person

user17: what is happening

user18: i think this is what the kids call losing your shit

user19: kinda feels like it's ended prematurely

alexalbon: he's at my door

user20: oh? should we like maybe be afraid?

yourusername: WHY AM I LIVING IN THE SHINING RIGHT NOW DOES HE HAVE AN AXE?

landonorris: hold on .... why are you there?

yourusername: george russell is at the door screaming for justice potentially wielding a weapon and that's what you took from that?

landonorris: ummm yes? there's something weird going on here

oscarpiastri: i'm also here

logansargent: me too (PLEASE SEND HELP)

user21: well wasn't that just ... delightful

landonorris

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landonorris: this whole grid kid thins has gotten out of control why is this kid being treated better than ME in my OWN HOME

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user24: how could lando be angry look how pookie oscar is

oscarpiastri: this is what i'm sayingggggg

yourusername: so fuck me i guess

user24: babe that's alex's job

yourusername: you right

user25: HOLD ON PEOPLE IS THAT Y/N/ALEX CRUMBS ???

user26: quick add it to the spreadsheet

alexalbon: there's a spreadsheet?

user26: we don't fuck around about your hypothetical relationship with y/n

alexalbon: that much is clear (send it my way asap)

yourusername: talking about favouritism in the norris household as if i have not lived with this for MY ENTIRE LIFE

landonorris: booooooo let me complain (did you or did you not get your weird kids from my career favouritism in the family)

yourusername: don't weaponise my children against me

landonorris: but they're so annoying oscar is eating all of the ROAST POTATOES THIS IS THE NORRIS FAMILY DINNER EVERYONE KNOWS THE ROASTIES ARE MINE

oscarpiastri: not anymore :P

landonorris: choke

oscarpiastri: don't make me call my dad

landonorris: call him up i'll beat his ass at this point I CAN SEE YOU TAKING ANOTHER POTATO

oscarpiastri: @alexalbon :(

alexalbon: keep my kid's name out your fucking mouth

landonorris: excuse me?

yourusername: ugh that's so hot

landonorris: EXCUSE ME?

user27: well .... add it to the spreadsheet?

landonorris: i'm so close to blocking all of you

yourusername: i thought you loved alex :(

landonorris: not that much

alexalbon: i see....

landonorris: NO I'M SORRY I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE YOU ALEX (YOU BETTER NOT BE SHAGGING MY SISTER HYPOTHETICAL OR NOT)

yourusername

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yourusername: silverstone babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i hope my home treats my boys right

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user28: i would give a kidney to be there for real

user29: you might have to the prices at that race are INSANE

landonorris: finally the home race which means you actually have to root for me

yourusername: ehhhhhhh

landonorris: girl i did not get much sleep last night wtf do you mean EHHHHH

yourusername: alex is a london boy

georgerussell63: once again fuck george i guess

yourusername: you didn't give me time !!!!

georgerussell63: were you actually going to say it?

yourusername: no ❤️

landonorris: right george i think it's time to unionise against y/n and alex

yourusername: the fuck do you (do we?) know about unionisation babe our family are the capitalist machine

user30: so like when are we getting the full albon pets meetup with sausage?

alexalbon: you always treat me right

yourusername: only the bestest for you

alexalbon: oh wow i'm blushing

yourusername: i can make you do a lot more than that

landonorris: do you mind?

yourusername: LET ME FLIRT IN PEACE GOD I CAN'T HAVE ANYTHING

alexalbon: yeah let y/n flirt with me in peace

logansargent: he's giggling and swinging his feet - we might even get a skip away

alexalbon: sue me

user31: alex and y/n being so tired of lando is so true

oscarpiastri: they match each other's freak and they really need to let that freak flag fly

logansargent: as they should i need to post some of the cute pictures of them my phone storage is suffering

landonorris: i'm throwing my phone out of the window

user32: confirmation? CONFIRMATION?

alexalbon

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alexalbon: bro my nurse is hot as fuck

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user32: bro nearly died and THIS IS WHAT HE POSTS

user33: is it insensitive for me to celebrate that they're together on a post just hours after he was in a massive crash

yourusername: probably but we'll take the compliment regardless

georgerussell63: let it be known i'm annoyed that this is how i found out about this relationship but i'm so glad you're okay and that you had your person with you as support

alexalbon: my person awwwww georgie you're such as softie, but thank you i'm all good

yourusername: i knew you loved me really georgie

georgerussell63: i'll come round to this i guess

yourusername: so no more morning visits with weapons

georgerussell63: THERE WERE NO WEAPONS

alexalbon: you called me many mean words and sometimes words are our biggest weapons

georgerussell63: shut the fuck up

yourusername: that's not very peace, love and kindness he nearly died russell change up your tone

user34: YESSSSSSSSS WE CAN FINALLY SEE THE TRUE POWER OF THE ALEX/Y/N SASS

user34: also obviously very happy alex is okay

user35: i fear we as a fandom do not have our priorities in check

landonorris: i wouldn't leave the hospital if i were you

alexalbon: is that a threat?

landonorris: very much so

maxverstappen1: he's serious i'm literally holding him back (it's not hard he's like a gremlin)

landonorris: A GREMLIN WHO HAS BEEN GIVEN WATER

yourusername: but i thought you loved alex? surely this is the least offensive option on the grid?

alexalbon: awwwwww babe

maxverstappen1: i'm really not sure thats the compliment you think...

landonorris: NO I DO LOVE ALEX BUT NOT LIKE THIS

yourusername: it could be worse, you're besties with alex - i could've gotten with carlos or pierre!

carlossainz55: excuse me?

pierregasly: what did i ever do to you?

yourusername: whores ❤️

landonorris: true they are whores

alexalbon: and i'm a big ol family man

landonorris: you keep that to yourself

oscarpiastri: get well soon dad

logansargent: we love you !!!

yourusername: don't think we've forgotten about you exposing our relationship....

alexalbon: but we love you anyway

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yourusername: f1 cars are too dangerous actuallyyyyyyyyyyy you're all BANNED

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user36: finally some good fucking food

user37: i feel like we've been waiting for this relationship for so long i expect a wedding invitation at this point

alexalbon: yeah soz only the girl with the spreadsheet is getting an invite

user26: SCORE

alexalbon: well aren't we just the cutest couple in the world

yourusername: i fear we are

yourusername: and if any of you hoes try and comment any dumb shit like "us erasure" i'll break your toes

georgerussell63: oh! okay...

maxverstappen1: sure i guess so...

charles_leclerc: i'll let you have your moment for now

landonorris: i'm single but i want to be involved

user38: the lipstick print... i'm weak

user39: they already made me feel lonely before we got confirmation i think i might need to redownload hinge

landonorris: ugh i guess you guys are kind of cute

yourusername: of course we are one of us is a norris

landonorris: TRUE 💅🏻

alexalbon: ??? so you don't want to kill me anymore?

landonorris: no i guess not

landonorris: also max put a bell on my chain and my fingers are too fat to open the clasp so i can't sneak out to kick your ass

maxverstappen1: he really is an overgrown toddler

alexalbon: also your 5'2 ass is not beating mine

landonorris: i am NOT 5'2 i am 5'10 at the least

yourusername: girl you're maybe 5'5 and i WILL be getting my lick in if you fight alex - revenge for all those hair pulls all those years ago

landonorris: i'd say stop defending alex but you've always done that... i should've known

user40: so y/n really wasn't lying when she said she didn't have to hide anything from lando cause he doesn't pick up on anything 😭

landonorris: sorry i'm not actively looking for clues about my sister's sex life

alexalbon: bro i am in love with your sister lets frame this better

yourusername: hehehheheeehehhehe

landonorris

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landonorris: i guess i always did say that i wanted alex as a bigger brother, be careful for what you wish for kids

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user41: FINALLLLY

logansargent: you're telling me we've BEEN waiting

oscarpiastri: i kinda miss having a secret like what do i hold over lando now?

landonorris: DON'T THINK I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH PIASTRI

oscapiastri: okay babe

landonorris: you really take after your mum and it scares me

yourusername: you shouldn't have such good friends that i just can't help falling in love with so really this is your fault

landonorris: sure.... but you have a good point, i'm very happy it's alex of all people

yourusername: you've really come round fast since you realised that we'll pay for your stuff whenever we go out

landonorris: what can i say stuff tastes better when it's free

alexalbon: you literally make double what y/n and i make

landonorris: and i'm the younger sibling so you should TREAT ME BETTER

user42: yeah we all knew lando was the younger sibling but he's giving massive annoying baby brother vibes

alexalbon: and he wonders why we prefer oscar and logan

landonorris: i'm just going to pretend i didn't see that

alexalbon: but for real lando, thanks for being the most annoying norris and having such a lovely and cool (and smoking hot) sister - i appreciate it!

yourusername: i love you too babe

alexalbon: don't worry you'll get to drop the last name soon

yourusername: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yourusername: i can't wait to be mrs. albon

landonorris: blocked.

user43: i can't believe we got the conclusion to the lando alex poster storyline

landonorris: it wasn't exactly the conclusion i thought it would be but i'll take it

yourusername: you love us really

alexalbon: really you were just manifesting this for like ten years

fin.

note: here's a wee post from brother's bff before the race because i need somehtign to distract me from my horrible NERVES - ENJOY!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #alex albon instagram au #alex albon x reader #alex albon imagine #alex albon fluff #alex albon

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 year ago

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Lemme Take Care of You | Jeon Jungkook One Shot

Summary: Your deadbeat baby daddy comes around and you fall for his charms again like you always do. Pairing: Baby Mamma oc x Baby Daddy Jungkook (exes to lovers?) Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: Explicit language and sexual themes oral f receiving and hints of body insecurity after having a baby. Newly discovered lactation kink for the both of them idk man lol it kinda just happened a/n: something random I came up with while talking to @kkusadmirer lmao hope you enjoyyyy (Barely edited but that's the usual here lmao) p.s. This is a one shot but I can do drabbles and asks for this couple if you'd like more from them.

"What are you doing here?" I question as a flirty Jungkook leans against my doorway, dragging his eyes up and down my frame. "You didn't answer your phone" he says, bringing his eyes back up to mine.

"I came here to see the baby and maybe spend some time with my baby mama too" he smirks, walking past me and into the living room when I don't say a word, his head on a swivel looking for our daughter.

"She's taking a nap right now" I say, rolling my eyes and shutting the door, leaning my head against it and praying that I'll stay strong this time. "I guess that just means I get to spend time with you then huh?" he says, checking me out again as I walk into the living room.

"We've been over this" I sigh, hating the fact that just the thought of him makes me weak. "We both know you don't mean it" he says, walking up to me and placing a hand on my hip while trailing kisses down my neck.

"Y-yes I do mean it Jungkook we can't keep doing this" I say, trying to keep to my word but slowly losing the battle like I always do. "No, no you don't. Just lemme take care of you yeah? Wanna make you feel good" he says, trailing his nose along my neck making me shudder at the contact.

He leans back and looks down at me, searching for signs of true protest but when he doesn't he leans in slowly still giving me a chance to pull away but I give into him like I always do.

The kiss starts off slow and sweet, gradually putting me under his spell like he always does, making my knees weak which he takes notice of and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking us back to our bedroom, no my bedroom.

He's not supposed to be here anymore but I can never say no to him.

He makes us both tumble down onto the bed and continues to kiss me until I can't breath and even a little after. While I pull away and gasp for breath he continues to trail kisses down my neck, licking, sucking and biting his way down until he's stopped by my shirt.

"Take this off for me yeah?" he asks, nuzzling into my neck and playing with the hem of my shirt, giving me the choice of letting this continue which he knows I will. I sit up and he helps me take it off, having clocked that I wasn't wearing a bra as soon as I opened the door, obsessed with the larger size of my breasts still full of milk.

"Lemme taste it yeah? Just a little bit" he asks, kissing his way down my breasts, begin careful knowing that they're probably sore. I widen my eyes after hearing his request to try my breast milk but I nod my head nonetheless, turned on by the thought of it.

He gently takes my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, making it nice and wet for him before he gives it a light suck, humming after the taste hits his tongue. "Fuck you taste so sweet" he praises leaving my hips bucking up, begging for some sort of friction.

"My pretty baby mama wants some attention huh?" he taunts, grinding his hips into mine, my cotton shorts rubbing up against me as barely a barrier making me moan at the rougher feeling of his jeans, making me beg for more.

"Please just fuck me the baby's gonna be up soon" I whine when he rubs up against my clit, letting out a dry chuckle remembering my weak defense of trying to deny him just moments before.

"No, just wanna make you feel good" he says, kissing me before trailing his tongue between the valley of my breasts and kissing along my stomach almost as if worshipping the place that once held our baby.

"Jungkook stop" I say, pushing his head down to go lower but he doesn't budge. "No, wanna remind you of how thankful I am that you made our baby. Wanna remind you you did so well taking care of her" he says, kissing all my stretch marks and nipping on places that still had a little baby weight on it.

I lay my head on the pillow, willing myself into thinking this is just sex with him. Nothing more than just wanting the pleasure that I know he can give me. If I let my mind go anywhere else I'm just gonna let him come crawling back to me and I can't let him do that.

He isn't good for me and I know that but when I'm this close to him it's almost as if none of that matters.

He resumes his downward journey and kisses right bellow my belly button and looks up at me, asking for permission to take my shorts off and I grant it to him, watching as he peels it all off of me, taking in my folds glistening with arousal, leaving his eyes lighting up at the sight.

Time and time again no matter how many times he's seen me like this it's almost as if he can't get enough of it. "Fuck, wanna put another baby in this pretty little pussy again" he says, cursing at the thought of it.

I shut my eyes and throw my head back, squirming from the long stripe he's dragged between my folds, taking my clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it just as he had done with my swollen nipple moments before, driving me even more crazy at the feeling.

"Shit" I whine out, so sensitive from it having been a little while since the last time he came and being so drunk on the feeling of his head between my thighs. "Want that too? Wanna have my baby again?" he says, knowing I'm far too gone after him having made out with my cunt, bringing me almost to the edge of it making me agree to anything he might ask.

"Fuck Jungkook yes just keep going" I pant, bucking my hips back into his face leaving him smiling against me and suffocating himself, leading me closer and closer to my climax and soon it's washing over me. Hitting me hard like a ton of bricks and making me cover my mouth to keep as quiet as I can so I don't wake the baby.

Thankfully all I hear on the baby monitor are her soft snores, reminding me so much of her father's that I woke up to every morning.

Jungkook continues to give me soft kitten licks until I'm whining and pushing him away leaving him placing a quick kiss on my inner thigh before hovering over me.

"Open your mouth" he orders and I do just that, sticking out my tongue as he spits in my mouth, followed my him smashing his lips against mine, wanting to share that sweet taste he always praising me for.

After kissing for what feels like forever, slowly going from intense to lazy as the tiredness on my side grows he pulls back to say something but we're cut off by the sound of the baby crying on the monitor.

"I'll go" he says placing one last kiss on my lips, picking my shirt up and wiping the rest of my arousal off his chin before running to the bathroom to clean himself up and throws me a damp towel to clean myself up.

He gives me a sly smile before leaving and heads over to our daughter's room and coos at her.

"Hi princess, it's okay Daddy's here" he says picking up our six month old and rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her and my heart melts at the scene I can see on the monitor.

"You've been a good girl for Mommy right? You gotta take care of her because she loves you very much" he's cut off for a second by her coos back, recognizing him right away. "Hey, no back talk missy I mean it" he jokes along, pretending to be stern with her and she giggles in response.

"I missed you, you know that?" he says peppering her face with kisses and again being met with more giggles. "I wish I could come over more often but living somewhere else makes it hard. I hope you know I do try to come see you as much as I can" he says, adjusting his hold on her and holding her even closer.

"I know you don't know what I'm saying but I love you" he says but pulls her away to look at her again. "Mommy says your gonna be a big sister soon" he says excitedly, just imagining the thought of expanding our family even more but at that my eyes widen thinking back to what just happened and I throw my robe on before rushing into her room.

"You know I didn't mean that" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and cocking a brow at him. "Aw come on, don't you want her to have a sibling?" he pouts, looking back at her before adjusting his hold on her and holding her at arms length as if he were showing her off.

"Don't you want another one that looks just like us?" he asks guilting me into it by making me say no to our daughter which he knows I can't do even if she can't understand right now. "Let's focus on the baby we have now" I say taking her out of his hands as she reaches for me. "That wasn't a no" he says, his eyes lighting up and I'm reminded again by the fact that he's younger than me, always hitting me with that childlike joy he still has.

I turn my back to him and hold her closer to the little mood light I have for her so she can watch the purple and pink swirls on the celling accompanied by so many bright stars and she reaches out almost as if she was trying to touch them.

I feel him snake his arms around my waist and places his head in the crook of my neck so he can look down at her, both of us just admiring the beautiful little girl we made together.

"So do you think we'll give her a baby brother or sister?" he asks placing a kiss on my neck making my breath hitch, taking away the harshness of the answer I was going to give him.

"Keep on pushing your luck and she'll be an only child" I huff and at that she starts fussing probably from needing to have her diaper changed.

"Hey you can't just say that! Look you made her upset" I roll my eyes at his claims and turn around to hand her to him. "You want another baby? Fine, then you change her" I say, crossing my arms, seeing the light dim in his sparkly eyes replaced with the slight disgust after smelling the damage she had done.

"So if I change this diaper then we can have another baby?" he asks, patiently awaiting my answer. "Let's focus on her and go from there" I say and he nods his head, placing her down on the changing table and getting everything he needs out of the drawer bellow it.

"You hear that? You're gonna get a new baby brother or sister" Jungkook coos at her and I slap him upside the head in response leaving her laughing at his reaction.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" he whines. "Just focus on the diaper Jeon" I order and he nods his head and I walk out of the room, hearing him mumbling something about how scary I am to her but I decide to let him be this time.

This is what I get for dating a younger guy.

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monstersholygrail · 2 months ago

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Just gift army vampire bf medical textbooks and show him how advanced in some aspects the medical word has come since WWI 😂

Oh my god hahahaha. I can imagine this going two ways. Either the good way where he totallyyy nerds out and gets obsessed with medicine, wondering why they didn’t teach this to him. Or the bad way where it makes him worry for reader more. I wrote the bad way lmao

As much as you loved having Army Medic Vampire bf dote on you as you were sick, you could tell his worry was beginning to consume him. And for now you were only human so eventually his squeezing got so tight you ended up not being able to breathe.

Which of course sent you into another coughing fit.

So in order to assuage your immortal lover, you thought it would be a good idea to introduce him to something a little more modern. Sticking him in front of the computer, an object he already struggles with, you bring up one website in particular.

The National Library of Medicine.

Of course, he makes a fuss about checking it out for your sake but that he doesn’t really trust it given the website belongs to the U.S. government. All its credibility flew out the window when he saw that little tid bit.

Instead you pull up The Royal Society of Medicine Library and let him have at it. The only issue is that you haven’t seen him since.

Hours have passed and you haven’t heard a peep from him. Given his undead state that’s not exactly cause for concern. Yet something about it feels off anyone. Ignoring the dizzy spell that washes over you when you stand, you weakly make your way out to the living room.

Only to see Army Medic Vampire bf pacing around the room, hastily slamming and locking all the windows closed and checking the temperature. His long blonde hair and fussed up and his red eyes nearly wild with insanity.

“What’s going on?!” You call out to him and oh you almost regret it.

His head snaps over to you and when one second he was at the opposite side of the room he’s now in front of you, scooping you back up into his arms. Holding you tighter than ever before.

“There’s so much disease! Sickness. Why didn’t you tell me?! So much I didn’t know, wasn’t aware of. Every little thing can so easily bring down a mortal!” He rambles on and on like a man possessed.

Carrying you back into the bedroom where you can rest, he curls his body around you. Making his body act as a shield from the world of germs constantly surrounding you. You help soothe him where you can and you feel him petting the back of your head.

“My immune system does what it can, you know,” you mumble into his neck, knowing how shaken he must be to tuck you into such a vulnerable spot for him.

Army Medic Vampire bf immediately shakes his head. It wasn’t enough. Everything about a human was so fragile, he had forgotten that before meeting you. And ever since he’s remembered it’s terrified him.

“It too is puny and weak, look at you already on deaths door. Practically skin and bones,” he complains dramatically, a small pout on his face.

You send him a playful glare but he either doesn’t notice or purposefully ignores it. You suspect the latter given the way he immediately tucks you back into his neck.

“No matter. The moment you are better we’ll never have to worry about such things again. A gift of being immortal.”

“Right. Then I’ll only have to worry about the sun, holy water, wooden stakes, and fire,” you snap back.

Amused for only a moment before your bf is squeezing the life out of you. A wide horrified look on his face. Realizing there will never come a day where he’ll stop worrying over your safety.

“Oh Gods.”

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sayhoneysiren · 9 months ago

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What’s Your Attraction Point

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PILE 1.

When people come into contact with you, you connect them back to their inner child. Your youthful nature is captivating and rubs off on everyone around you. You also can make others feel desired and unconditionally loved. Similar to the Charmer archetype in The Art of Seduction, you make people feel at home with you. With your fresh appearance, natural beautiful mixed and light-hearted personality, you are like an angelic presence to others. You make others forget about all their problems and seek comfort in your warmth. You seek to be high spirited and your loved ones enjoy how they can laugh and have the best time with you. You bring them back to their childhood days of no worries. For many of you, you’re only accessible for a limited time or for specific people. Despite your warmth, your cut off game is strong but your detached nature is a strong charming point to others. It's the fact that you are not available for just anything that makes you irresistibly seductive. Many of your past lovers can't help but to reminisce about the pleasant times that experienced with you.

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PILE 2.

You can read people like a psychic and you may dabble in here and there in divination. Your artistic side is strong and you draw many people in with this. You resemble a work of art. Many of you can be musicians, dancers, painters, writers, etc. If you are an artist, you can create compelling stories through your art form. Your speech can be smooth, poetic and seductive to others. You could also be an enchanting singer. People are addicted to the way you loose yourself in music, dance and your art expression. (They can also loose themselves regarding you). Being around you is like being put under a spell or floating on a cloud. You are eccentric in some way and different from the norm. You could have big dreams about being famous or in the spotlight in some way. Also your connection to the moon is significant and your aura is spiritual. Your mysterious nature draws people in and it is an irresistible charm of yours. You like to go with the flow and never seem to be in a rush. Your movements could be slow and sensual and this can immediately arouse others.

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PILE 3.

People fantasize intensely about what it's like to give you love, affection and being in a relationship with you. They strongly seek your approval. You are definitely marriage material and highly valued in romantic relationships but you are not easily accessible and this charm is irresistible about you. You know how to play the perfect damsel in distress. Many people want to come to your rescue and save you. Others enjoy pouring into you and giving you gifts. You may put yourself on a pedestal or be labeled bougie. This makes others treat you like a Queen or King. You know how to manifest abundance therefore you are never in lack. Your high standards makes others want to work for you in order to access your warmth and love.

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ne0mile · 23 days ago

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white lace

bf!mark x f!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: smut, !MDNI!, pwp, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (established relationship, but STILL).

A/N: I haven't written for what? a year? two? anyways I'm so excited to come back!

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"When are you coming home, baby? I miss you." You type on your phone and send it to Mark.

Lately, your boyfriend has been working extra hours, always so invested in whatever new project he sets his mind to. This side of him has always been so endearing to you, and you were the first one to support his ideas. Yet, you were a woman, and a woman has needs.

Needs that would involve spending time with your lover, for example.

So tonight would be the night you were going to get your well-deserved quality time with Mark.

Standing in front of the mirror above the sink, you are touching up your makeup and checking your hair when the notification pops up on your phone.

"I'll be there in 30, pretty." A grin spreads across your face.

You apply some gloss, check that you didn't put too much blush on and run to the bedroom. One final look at the full-length mirror, and you hop on the bed. Lying on your belly, you prop your feet up and arch your back.

A shiver of excitement runs down your spine when the sound of the main door closing echoes in the apartment. "Baby?"Mark calls out in the corridor. You can hear his footsteps approaching, and you try your best to suppress your smile and maintain your position.

The doorknob wiggles, and the door opens slowly on your boyfriend. He looks confused at first, but on your side, you're almost buzzing with excitement, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. "Baby?"

The room lights up the second he presses the switch, and you hear him gasp.

Mark takes in your form clad in the delicate white lace-trimmed lingerie set that you bought for the occasion, his breath caught in his throat. The silky fabric clung to every curve, and the lacy details accentuated the swell of your breasts. His eyes drift down your bare legs, until the pointy heels adorning your feet.

You smile when you see him swallow. "Welcome home..." You trail off, tantalizingly. "Yn, baby... You look..." He hesitates, at a loss for words. "Stunning." He whispers.

"Are you gonna come closer, or you'll just stare from afar?"

"Oh God..." Mark breathes out between a sigh and a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. He appreciates the view for a few more seconds before he steps closer, eager to close the distance between you two. Once he stands at the foot of the bed, you sit up on your knees to be at face level with him. Mark's gaze locks with yours, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "I told you I missed you..." You murmur, your voice barely above your breath.

Slowly, he brings his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against the soft skin of your face. He leans incloser, until your breath mingles with his, and his voice drops to a low husky whisper. "Well, I'm not sure if I ever want to leave the house again..."

"Maybe you shouldn't..." Both of your voices were barely audible over the hammering of your hearts, words woven in the narrow space between you. Any louder, one of you would snap, as if one unchecked syllable would be the spark that ignited the fire. "I would dress up for you every day..." Mark's eyes were glued to your moving lips, like you were casting a spell on him. "Cater to your every need..."

"I don't know if I can keep my hand off of you much longer." He interrupts, almost sorry that he did.

"Touch me, then." You breathe out.

Mark's hands instinctively grab your hips, pulling you even closer to him, as if the smallest distance separating your body from his was too much to bear. His lips find yours in a passionate kiss, naturally attracted to each other. Without a second to think, your arms circled around his neck and hugged him tight, pressing his frame against yours.

You could feel the burning heat radiating off his body even through his shirt, which only inflamed your growing arousal. His hands roam feverishly over your curves, mapping out every dip and swell, and he's so committed to it that he doesn't hear you the first time you ask him in between kisses to take off his shirt.

Lost in a haze of lust, Mark buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were intoxicating. His lips brush against your racing pulse, and he can't resist the urge to press a searing kiss to the delicate skin.

"Mark... Take it off, please." You whimper, out of breath.

With a frustrated growl, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and yanks it over his head before he tosses it carelessly to the side. You don't even have time to appreciate the sight for what it is because Mark's lips are already reclaiming yours, pouring all his pent-up desire he accumulated in the past weeks into the heated embrace.

He could feel your breasts pushing against his chest, the hardened peaks of your nipples straining against the white lace, driving him crazy. "Fuck, you don't know what you do to me, baby..." Mark sighs as he breaks the kiss to breathe.

"Tell me how badly you want me."

His eyes darken with unbridled lust as he stares intensely into yours. "You have no idea..." Mark's voice was a low, fervent whisper, whose intensity made your heart stutter in your chest. "If I couldn't have you right now, I think I would die on the spot."

You gaze up at him with a look of pure adoration, bringing your hands up to frame his beautiful face. "There's no need for that." You giggle as you playfully nip at his bottom lip. "But don't make me wait any longer."

With no need to be told twice, Mark gently lays you down on the plush mattress, his eyes never leaving yours as he looms over you. "You're so beautiful." His words are so earnest, he doesn't even say them loud enough for you to hear.

Breaking eye contact, Mark drinks in the sight of your splayed out form under him. You could see the heat in his eyes, the hunger, and you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together.

The action inevitably draws his gaze to the tantalizing juncture between your legs, and he notices the damp patch forming on the bright fabric of your panties, making his cock twitch eagerly.

Unable to resist any longer, Mark hooks his fingers in the silky waistband. "Believe me, it breaks my heart." He coos, before swiftly but carefully peeling your panties down your thighs.

As he eases the scrap of lace down your legs, he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses along the way, his tongue darting out to taste you. "You're keeping the bra and the heels on, though." He grins at you and pecks your foot before he tosses the piece of fabric on the floor, close to his shirt.

Mark settles himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing them further apart, leaving you entirely exposed to him. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over your sensitive folds, making you shiver. The intoxicating scent of your arousal fills his nostrils, urging him to grab your thighs firmly, as if they were his last lifeline while he fought not to lose control completely.

You flick down your gaze, hooded eyes meeting his own blazing with lust and excitement. Without further warning, he buries his face between your legs and seals his lips around your clit.

His name leaves your lips when you gasp and arch off the bed. Mark's tongue flicks and circles your already swollen nub in the way only he knows how to do so well. "Oh God, Mark... Don't stop." A low approving growl was the only response he could give to your plea, his tongue too busy lapping at your dripping core.

You writhe and moan beneath Mark's skilled ministrations, your fingers moving on their own when they tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

Mark groans against your slick folds when you begin to grind against his greedy mouth, and you whine the blissful vibration it creates. The scent and taste of you overwhelmed his every sense, but he couldn't get enough of it. His hands trail up your thighs so he can grip your ass tighter than he did your legs, pulling you harder against his mouth.

His tongue delves deeper, and Mark can feel your body starting to tremble, your thighs quaking around his head as he pleasures you mercilessly. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

The way your body tenses and your breathing quickens is nothing new to your boyfriend, who doubles his efforts, the only thought on his mind being your pleasure, while the only one on yours is his tongue.

Flushed and tingling with sensations, your skin feels like on fire. You can feel the coil in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. You cry out his name, your voice high and breathy with need.

The heat building between your thighs, right where Mark was sucking and everywhere else in your body is driving you insane. Your back arches off the bed, and your fingers twist almost painfully in Mark's hair as you grind yourself harder against his face. So close, you were desperate for that final push to send you over the edge.

You let out a scream of pure pleasure as your orgasm finally crashes over you, your inner walls clamping down around your lover's tongue, while your release coats his mouth and chin.

"You did so well for me, babe." Mark murmurs in satisfaction, continuing to lap at your spasming core, but much less furiously. "Taste so good too..."

Slowly lifting his head, Mark licks his lips as he takes in the sight of your chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and eyes glazed over. He presses a final, lingering kiss to your pelvis and crawls up your body.

Mark's hands slide up your sides, cupping the globes of your breasts, squeezing them gently as his thumbs brush over the lacy cups. He could feel your nipples pebbling beneath the thin fabric, and he groans at the thought of wrapping his mouth around the hardened peaks.

His hands slide up your sides, cupping the two mounds, squeezing them gently in his palms. He feels their weight; the soft, pliant flesh yielding to his touch. You gasp softly, arching your back to press yourself further into his hands. Mark's thumbs brush over the silk of your bra, teasing the hard nipples beneath.

As he watches you gasp and arch underneath him, Mark can't resist the temptation any longer. He leans down and wraps his eager lips around one of your nipples.

A shiver runs down your spine as he circles his tongue around it, the heat of it sending jolts of electricity through the damp lace of your bra. He lavishes you with attention, but even his hand kneading your other breast is not enough.

Desperate for friction, you mindlessly roll your hips against his. Meanwhile, Mark releases your nipple, flashes you a boyish smile and switches to the other.

"Mark, please..." You plead, your hands flying to his hair. Gripping his locks, you try to push his face away, hoping for him to ease the renewed ache between your legs.

"Please, what, baby?" Mark rasps, his voice gravelly with want. He doesn't let go of your chest, though, too focused on showering the plush skin with love. "More... Please." He finally lifts his head, your whine tearing him from his daze.

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief and a bit of something else. "I'll give it to you, baby... You're too fucking pretty to deny." You watch him expectantly as he stands up to unbutton his jeans, revealing the hard length of him straining against his boxers.

Mark's eyes never leave yours as he pulls down his briefs, a teasing grin on his face. You dart out your tongue to wet your kiss-swollen lips, eager for him to come back to you.

He wraps a hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly as he gazes down at your body with a look of pure hunger. "Hurry, please!" You throw your head back, exasperated.

The bed dips under the weight of him crawling towards you, his light chuckle filling your ears. His warmth engulfs you, and you give in completely to his touch when he goes to kiss your neck again. At the same time, his soft hands grip your thighs, positioning them to wrap around his hips as he settles himself between your legs.

He groans against the skin of your clavicle, rolling his hips forward instinctively. You know he can feel the heat of your core the same way you do his, and you scratch his back to urge him to feel you inside.

Ever the obedient one, Mark surges his hips forward, a strangled cry escaping him at the sensation of your velvety walls surrounding him. You cry out his name, and he withdraws just enough to allow him to slam back in, over and over, setting a pace that has your eyes rolling back.

With one of his hands, he holds your thigh, making sure it stays wide open for him. With the other, he holds yours against the mattress, your fingers entangled together. Strands of his hair stick to his creased forehead, a few beads of sweat dripping down his temples, all the way to his flushed cheeks.

There was always this tenderness in his eyes, a softness that belied the passionate, almost feral way he was taking you.Mark had that duality in him whenever you made sex; it was almost cute how he could reduce you to a wanton mess with a look of pure devotion.

You can't help but squirm and writhe beneath him, your cries of pleasure spurring him on, causing the bed to creak rhythmically with the force of his thrusts. Mark's hips snap forward with increasing urgency, driving into your welcoming heat with a fervour that makes it hard to catch your breath.

"Fuck, I'm getting close..." Mark grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" You can only manage a breathy moan in response, all of your attention being on meeting the skilled movements of his body.

Your grip on his hand tightens, and the nails of your free hand dugs into the skin of his back as you cling to him desperately. Your walls flutter and clench around his length, drawing exquisite sounds out of him, and your body instinctively tries to draw him deeper, to hold him inside you as you teeter on the brink of ecstasy.

Chasing both of your climaxes, Mark redoubles his efforts, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. "Come on, sweetheart. Let go for me."

Determined to have you shatter in his arms before he lets himself go, Mark angles his hips, changing the trajectory of his thrusts to hit that special spot inside of you.

"Oh God, Mark!" Your body stiffens, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your inner muscles clamp down around Mark's throbbing length, gripping him like a vice as you come undone. In that moment, you wished you could melt into each other, your bodies and souls fusing as one in a way that could never be undone.

"Fuck... That's it, cum for me, baby." Mark grunts, his body going rigid as his own release overtakes him. The sensation of your pussy milking his cock for everything it was worth, along with the sight of his gorgeous girl shaking underneath him, was just too much to bear.

A guttural growl tears from Mark's throat as his hips jerk uncontrollably, burying himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you force him to stay still, where he belongs: deep inside of you.

Thick, hot ropes of cum paint your fluttering walls and Mark seeks refuge from the overwhelming pleasure washing over him in the crook of your neck. He nibbles the tender skin as he empties himself inside you, gripping your waist for dear life.

He holds you close, your sweat-slicked bodies melding together as you ride out the aftershocks of your intercourse. Finally spent, Mark collapses against you with a shuddering sigh, his weight pressing you into the mattress as you both struggle to catch your breath.

Nuzzled into the crook of your neck, Mark's breath comes in hot, ragged puffs against your racing pulse. None of you says anything because there is no need to. Instead, one large hand cups your jaw, tilting your face around his, as he seals your lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Mark rests his head on your chest, and you wrap your arms around his relaxed shoulders. You stroke his hair gently and listen to his breathing calming down with endearment.

"White suits you by the way," he mumbles, his face nestled against your breasts, ready to fall asleep.

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a99jazzybean · 4 months ago

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I Need This to Hurt

synop: It's been a year without your lovers Jayce and Viktor. But then Jayce comes back. You realize that the only way to deal with the pain of their loss is to allow yourself to feel it. You need it to hurt.

word count: 3.2K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, slight viktorxfem!reader, vastaya reader, foxgirl reader, explicit sexual content, BDSM, dirty talk, dacryphilia

a/n: I wrote this when I was in a bit of a rough patch. It was pretty cathartic though. So I hope that people can find some solace in this fic.

Where did it all go wrong? You stared out over Piltover on the balcony of your apartment. A home now felt hollow without the presence of its original inhabitants…the ones you loved.

Your tail swished and ears twitched with nervousness. A long, never-ending anxiety blooming in your chest, one that started when the council was attacked. When Viktor “should have died”, when Jayce did what he thought was right. To save the one he loved. A catalyst that you were only a witness to the aftermath of. The familiar sting of tears brewed in your eyes, yet none fell. Tear ducts too dried out to keep crying. Still, you wiped away the non existent tears.

Suddenly, you felt it. A crackling energy in the air. The all too familiar feeling of the arcane. When your lovers demonstrated their work to you, to test your innate magical abilities. It was small, like a slight shift, but you remember feeling it before.

The day that Jayce vanished. It had almost been insignificant, the burst that shivered up your spine. But when he never returned, you knew it had something to do with it.

When your brain calmed down you sprang into action. Quickly grabbing a cloak off a hook and sprinting out the door. You knew where he was, you could feel it. Allowing yourself to feel the pull of the arcane energy. It was bringing you to the Hexgates, of course. So much energy was concentrated there. How could you have not realized sooner?

You used your shape shifting ability sparingly, but it aided you now. Slipping yourself into a form of an enforcer you managed to pass by the guards at the gates. The problem was the Noxian soldiers that stood guard. Though, it appeared that didn’t matter as a giant boom reverberated past the door into the room that housed the Hexgate’s energy stores. The Noxian soldiers stiffened, holding their spears toward the door. For beings supposedly trained in the art of bravery and war, they appeared concerned.

As you watched behind a pillar you understood their concern. No one should be able to get through that door. They weren’t able to, they didn’t have Jayce or Viktor’s keys. But you did, or at least had the magical output able to do so. As subtle as you could you worked your hands, tracing runes in the air silently mouthing the spell you had learned ages ago. Blue energy crackled through the air, pinging the spot on the door to disengage the locks. Before the soldiers could act, the door opened. A figure stood in the doorway. Beneath him, the bloodied body of Councilor Salo. A scowl on his face as he looked at the body below. You shifted out of your disguise and moved away from your hiding place. The movement catching his eye.

He looked up at you. The unmistakable honeyed hazel eyes burned into your own. This time you could feel the tears arrive. Trailing down your cheeks as you silently sobbed. He was back, Jayce was back.

Before he could register that what he was seeing wasn’t an illusion, the Noxian guards began to strike. They had attempted to speak to Jayce, but their words never made it to his ears. Not when you had captured his entire attention. Jayce sprang into action, harnessing the arcane energy of his hammer like you had never seen before. Easily knocking down all of the soldiers in a swoop.

When they were down, he turned to look at you again. The hardened look in his eyes softening when they landed on yours.

“You’re back.” It was quiet, heartbreakingly so.

He nodded, stepping towards you. A mechanical clanking as the gears of his makeshift brace moved. You looked down at it, the clear limp appearing painful. But he didn’t stop, not until he was face to face with you. He leaned in when your hand cupped his cheek, closing his eyes as he breathed your scent in. Home. Something he had lost. Your thumb caressed his now bearded face. He turned to kiss your hand, the movement causing you to tremble. It was something he always did when you touched him. An act that you forgot how much you missed.

“I’m sorry.” He croaked, his throat dry.

“I know.”

With that he leaned in abruptly, kissing you fiercely. His chapped lips clashing with your soft ones. He groaned as you returned the kiss, swiping your tongue over his bottom lip. Then you bit down, perhaps a bit harder than you should. But it didn’t sway him. In fact, it made the kiss rougher. Returning the favor and nipping at your own. You tugged at his longer hair, eliciting another groan. Using your grip you pulled his head back. A thread of saliva tying you together. Both of you were panting. You glared up at him.

“But I can’t forgive you.” You turned away from his gaze. “Not yet, at least.”

It stung, but he understood. His absence had deeply pained you. Both physically and mentally. He reached out and stroked the mark on the side of your neck. A small permanent bruise, created by his canines. A mating ritual sealing you to him. On the other side of your neck, a similar mark created by your other lover. With both of them gone, your body ached. Their touch was a necessity after they had officially mated with you. But it wasn’t that pain that truly hurt you, no, it was the pain of the unknown.

All you had to go off of were feelings. You couldn’t find Jayce, and the same was for Viktor at first. Until you heard about “The Herald.” Then the pieces clicked into place. You traveled to his commune in Zaun, attempting to find him. And you did, but he claimed he could no longer offer the love you seeked. Saying that while he had once enjoyed your company, he had no use for trivial emotions. It left you numb. He offered to end the pain, but you didn’t take him up on it. Instead, returning to your empty home to curl up in your empty bed and cry. Viktor might still be alive, but your Viktor was gone.

“Where did you go, Jayce?” You still couldn’t look at him. He didn’t appreciate that, grabbing your face and forcing you to look up.

“Look at me when you speak, zorita.” The nickname sending fire through you. A satisfied smirk crawled onto his face when you returned his gaze.

“I forgot how beautiful your eyes are.” Just like old times, the compliment somehow caused a blush to bloom on your cheeks. He chuckled at the familiar flustered look.

“Still my little fox, huh?”

His hand left your chin, instead moving to the back of your head to push you into him. The hug, a warmth you didn’t think you would feel again. A broken sob escaped your lips. Breathing in deep, Jayce nuzzled his face into your neck. An action that he performed when looking for comfort. Comfort you would gladly give him.

“Let’s go home, Jayce. Please.” You mumbled into his shoulder.

His body wracked with a sob of his own. Fingers twitching at your waist as he tightened his hold. “J-just a moment more. I need to know you’re real.”

The walk home was surprisingly fast. You had given Jayce your cloak to hide his face, and managed to obscure his hammer enough to avoid the gaze of strangers. A sigh of relief escaped your lips once you were inside the apartment. Jayce immediately dropped the hammer, causing the floor to rumble. Then he dropped to his knees. Holding your thighs to his body, grounding him in this confusing reality. You were real, you were here. A mantra he kept repeating in his head, until he was saying it out loud.

“I’m here, Jayce.” You crouched down to hold him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His arms pulled you into another embrace. Wet tears stained your dress as he sobbed into your shoulder. “I didn’t know if I would ever see you again. I was so scared.”

You lightly pulled away from him. Brushing away at the tears on his cheeks, you gave him a small smile.

“I’m here.” He nodded, gazing at you as if you were a goddess.

“You’re here.”

This time the kiss was softer. As if he wanted to savor it. His tongue now moving more delicately, slowly tangling it with your own. The taste of you making him groan.

When you pulled away you touched your forehead to his.

“I missed the taste of you.” He said.

You gave a small chuckle.

“I missed you.” He began to pepper your face with kisses. Imprinting the image of his lips on you into his mind. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

There was a deep silence after your response. An emptiness as a third voice did not speak up. It was your pattern, Jayce, the bleeding heart, then you, the unconditional lover, then Viktor, the one who loved quietly.

Jayce traced his fingers over Viktor’s mark on your neck.

“He spoke to me.” You perked up, ears twitching in anticipation. “In the Hexgate. He was using Salo’s body.”

One ear dropped lopsided in confusion.

“Why would he be using Salo’s body?”

“I don’t know, but it has something to do with the Hexcore.”

The name of the device sent a shiver down your spine. It was what saved Viktor’s life, but at what cost?

Jayce didn’t know if he should tell you his mission. It already pained him deeply, but for you…that would tear you apart. But he knew what he had to do, so keeping you in the dark was for the best. He hoped you would understand.

As you processed the last hour of your life, you realized something the adrenaline had hidden from you. Your nose crinkled.

“What’s up?” Jayce gave you a concerned look.

“You stink.”

He gave a laugh that made you jump. It was almost hysterical, unlike his normal deep chuckles.

“You.” He laughed. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

A small growl filled your throat.

“It’s not the only thing! But you know my nose is sensitive.” You stood up, pulling the man with you. “C’mon, we’re getting you a shower.”

He let you drag him to the bathroom. You pulled off his clothes and waited for him to remove the brace.

“Can you stand without that?” You asked, a tinge of anxiety in your voice. The last thing you needed was a slip to injure him further.

“Yes, for a short while.”

“Well, we’ll make it quick then.”

You turned on the shower to boiling and stripped down yourself. Jayce looked over your body. It was clear of any marks, something that deeply bothered him. Making him realize how long you had been alone. Your lovers never left you without a bruise or two, making sure EVERYONE knew who you belonged to.

Once the water was at your preferred temperature you stepped into the shower. Jayce held your hands as you guided him in. He leaned up against the wall, allowing his weight to shift to the good leg. Grabbing some soap, you lathered it on a cloth. Softly, you began to bathe the man. He relished your touch. The loving traces of your fingers on the lingering suds left by the cloth. You did make sure to give him a good scrub, attempting to remove a year’s worth of dirt and grime. Once you felt he was fully washed down, you went for his hair. Having him sit on the shower floor so you could reach his head more easily. He groaned as you scrubbed in shampoo, ridding his scalp and beard of debris. As you washed his beard you commented on it…

“I thought I liked your clean shaven look, but I believe that the beard has definitely…done things…”

He chuckled.

“Done things?”

You gave a hum of acknowledgement as you continued to bathe him. After his locks were conditioned you shut the shower off. He sighed as you helped him dry off. Never again would he take the feeling of being clean for granted.

“Thank you, zorita.”

You smiled.

“Anything for you , my love.” Your tail was wagging. It had finally dawned on you just how happy you were to see him again.

At first you thought you were going to be angry. But that brief moment of rage subsided as soon as you locked eyes with the man. You could never be mad for long. And now he was finally home, where he belonged.

“I love you.” You said it first this time.

He cradled your face in his large hands. His fingers rubbing the back of your ears eliciting a purr from you. He kissed you.

“I love you too.”

Again, the pause afterwards opened up that emptiness in your chest.

“He’s different now.” You said.

“You’ve seen him?”

“Yes. He’s lost his humanity.” Tears well up in your eyes.

Jayce holds back the knowledge he has.

“We’ll figure something out.”

You nod, leaning into his touch. You realized you needed him. It had been a year since either of your lovers had taken you, and now your body finally had one here. A small whine left your mouth. Jayce immediately knew.

“You need me, don’t you.”

You nodded, but there was more to it. Sighing you allowed yourself to be honest.

“But I need this to hurt.”

His eyes widened at the statement. Worry furrowed his brows. Before he could speak, you interrupted.

“Please.”

That damned word. Plus the look of pure lust in your eyes. He caved. He would do whatever you asked. As much as you needed him, he needed you too.

Another kiss met your lips. Hot and full of teeth. His tongue forcefully maneuvering with yours, lapping away at your bottom lip. You moaned as he kissed down your neck. Canines scraping over his mark causing you to jolt. His hardened length pressed against your thigh as wetness pooled between your legs.

Thick fingers found their way to your folds, sliding through and brought up to his lips. He groaned.

“You taste delicious, zorita.”

With that he picked you up, despite the pain in his leg.

He needed to taste you, to fuck you, he needed you.

Unceremoniously, he dropped you onto the bed. Crouching at the foot, he forced you towards him and your thighs apart. Strong, calloused hands keeping your trembling legs from moving together. Your pussy glistening with want. He licked his lips, looking you in the eyes before diving in. You let out a sharp gasp as his tongue slipped through your folds, breaths turning into moans as he began to eat you out with vigor. A starved man, desperate for your love.

He began to add his thick fingers, pulling out a cry from you. He stretched you out with another. Your thighs were shaking with pleasure as he gave kitten licks to your clit. Your tail swished underneath you, ears twitching as you could feel your peak on the horizon. Jayce switched to sucking on your pearl, causing you to cry out again. His lips formed into a smirk at how sensitive you were.

His ministrations grew faster as you came closer to the edge. His name, a prayer on your lips.

“Jayce, oh oh Jayce…”

He groaned at the sound of your voice. Hand reaching to pump his cock as he continued to eat you out. His tongue flattening, then thinning precisely on your clit sent the final shock waves needed. With a scream you came harder than you ever had before. A stream of wetness coating Jayces face, which he gratefully lapped up. His tongue easing you out of your high with light strokes.

When you were a shaking mess, he stopped and crawled above you. His eyes were filled with hunger.

“Do you still want it to hurt?”

“Please.” You cried.

With that he wrapped a hand around your throat and thrust himself inside you. Both of you groaning at the sensation. His thick length stretching you oh-so-well. Your walls so hot and wet, beckoning for him to fuck you with post-orgasm flutters. And so he obliged with deep, hard thrusts. You moaned as his hand grew tighter. His fingers sure to leave bruises in the morning. But you didn’t care, in fact, that’s what you needed. A reminder of the hurt.

For so long that’s all you had been feeling. It was now a destructive need, to be ruined by your lovers. Even though Viktor may not feel for you now, you would allow him the same. At least you would be in control of the pain, at least this time you would want it.

Jayce picked up the speed, pounding into you in a way that felt like heaven. Your eyes rolling back as you took what he gave you. Pleasure, bruising, utterly painful pleasure. Tears welled up in your eyes. When they fell down your cheeks, Jayce leaned over to lick them off. He realized then, how much he was enjoying this.

You had always been a submissive one, but this was different. This time you were relinquishing all control, allowing him to use you as he pleased. It made his cock twitch. In the other world he was so powerless, but now you gave him all the power. So he obliged you, making it hurt.

The slap was a surprise, but not an unwanted one. It caused your pussy to clench around him, making him do it again. Immediately, he leaned down to kiss your cheek, soothing the sore spot. The mixture of sweetness and pain making you even more lightheaded.

“Please.” You said softly.

He paused his thrusts, giving you a dark look.

“Please?”

“More.”

A sadistic grin was plastered on his face. He pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your tail to pull your ass up. You yelped at the action, then moaned as he pushed back into you. Keeping his grip on your tail, he began to slap your ass. Each hit causing you to clench around him. The warmth in your belly was growing once again, if he kept this up the crescendo would be nearing at any moment.

“Is this what you wanted?” He growled. “To be treated like a whore?”

“Yes! Yes!” You screamed.

“Does it hurt, love?” You whined in response, and he slapped your ass.“Answer me, does it hurt?”

“Yes!”

“And you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! I love it, I love you!”

He groaned, he could feel himself close to finishing.

He pulled your body up against him, forcing you up and down his cock. He was pushing against all the right places, hitting that one spot perfectly. You were practically drooling. Then his fingers began circling your clit. The knot in your stomach growing tighter. Jayce groaned as your walls tightened around him.

“Cum for me.”

And you did. Violently. Trembling in his arms. He continued fucking you through your orgasm before reaching his own climax. Warmth spilled into you as he bit into your neck on his mark.

After a moment, Jayce lifted you off of him. Both of you moaning at the loss. His seed spilling out of you and onto the sheets of the bed. You nuzzled into his chest, nipping and kissing, coming down from your high.

“I love you.” He said nuzzling into your hair.

“I love you.”

This time the emptiness didn’t hurt so much.

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joocomics · 3 months ago

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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1k words

request: “you want me to sit on your face?”

✎… friends to lovers trope, downbad!jooyeon x shy!reader, light sub/dom dynamics, hint of exhibitionism kink, oral sex (f!rec), face sitting, spit kink, pet names, begging

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Your best friend’s living room is the usual chaos of a movie night - a mess of blankets, half-empty popcorn bowls and soda cans.

A cheesy rom-com movie is playing on the TV screen, the usual palate cleanser after the horror film ends, but you can sense the atmosphere shifting due to something else.

This always happens when you’re left alone with Lee Jooyeon. You’re unsure why, - you’re careful not to dwell on it too much, - but it must have something to do with how nonchalant and breezy he is, exactly the opposite of you; and so frustratingly attractive.

You look around as you sit quietly curled up at one end of the couch - your friends have vanished one by one. Bathroom breaks, runs for snacks, your best friend is taking a phone call while bringing more drinks.

Jooyeon is sprawled out comfortably on the floor, back resting against the couch you’re settled on. His arms are locked behind his head, so close to your tucked knees that it keeps you shifting awkwardly.

“Peak romance.” He turns to glance at you; an amused grin forms on his lips.

You huff a short laugh, trying to mask the fact that this closeness, the way he looks up at you with glowing eyes, isn’t making you flustered.

“It’s ridiculous,” you mumble, feeling relieved that he turns back to the screen where the male lead is standing in the rain, pouring his heart out with overly dramatic words of passion. “Nobody blurts out his feelings in real life like that.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure.” Jooyeon’s voice drops slightly lower, almost making you believe that he’s suddenly speaking seriously. “I was literally planning on confessing my undying love to you in a thunderstorm.”

“Shut up.” You scoff, shaking your head at his teasing.

He turns around just in time to see you rolling your eyes at him.

“People say I can be very dramatic, you know. I can pull it off.” He says through his usual charming grin; his palm is pressed against his chest. “I can do it right now.”

“Oh, really?” You raise a brow.

Your surprised gaze might come off as a challenge for Jooyeon who’s thoroughly enjoying this play, but on the inside, your heart is doing flips of excitement; it’s clenching at the thrill coming from the possibility that maybe… maybe, he means bits of the things he says.

Your eyes nervously shift the moment he turns to face you properly. Still kneeling on the ground, he moves a hand on your thigh and as though it’s some sort of a spell, your legs separate open.

“Jooyeon…” you almost whisper before swallowing thickly.

Your heart now begins to pound harshly as you can’t tell what’s actually happening.

“Don’t you think this is fate that keeps leaving us together?” He leans forward as his smug expression deepens. “Alone?”

You lock eyes, and it’s so difficult to think straight when his gaze is so hypnotising, so impactful. You’ve never seen Jooyeon only as a friend… not when he can make you fall apart by simply looking into your eyes.

“Is this… the start of your confession?” Your cheeks warm up while you try to steady your voice.

You expect him to burst out laughing any moment now. You expect to hear his voice elevate theatrically as he backs away, bragging that he’s a better actor than the guy in the movie.

Nothing of this sort happens.

Your breath catches up as he gets closer, lips tracing the naked skin of your inner thigh. In the meantime, his palms get familiar with the outer sides, gliding towards the end of your shorts, sneaking eagerly underneath.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask in a rush, immediately shooting a wary look at the door that’s definitely half-open.

For a moment, you forget how to breathe, experiencing multiple different emotions all at once - shock at the way he is scattering kisses along your skin, kisses that feel wet and hungry as though he’s about to take a bite out of your flesh; desire to touch him, to feel his sleek hair; panick at the realisation someone can walk in on you, and slight uneasiness, because you’re unsure what to do… especially with the warmth you can feel coiling low in your stomach.

Despite biting on your bottom lip, you still fail at suppressing a small whine, and once Jooyeon catches that alluring sound, he looks up, exhaling through his soft lips.

“I need you,” he states with much weaker voice; there’s tension darkening his eyes, but also something genuine glinting in the form of a spark. “I need you so fuckin’ bad, I think about this every day.”

And in this moment, everything inside you turns upside down.

“Please, say something.” He wets his lips slowly as his gaze flickers up at you, trying to look into your mind.

“Are you serious right now?” You ask, reaching to touch one side of his face like the gesture is something that is going to help you believe this is reality, and not a dream, or a project of your imagination.

“Should we get some privacy?” His gaze points at the door to the empty bedroom. “I’ll show you how serious I am if you let me.”

Already feeling lightheaded, you nod at his suggestion, but you have yet to move your hand away from his cheek.

Pleased at the physical contact, Jooyeon tilts his head just enough to invite your thumb on the tip of his tongue. His teeth graze your knuckle, shooting a warm thrill through your veins, then, his lips close around it - a sight, so appealing and arousing, it has you acknowledging your growing need for relief...

For a kiss.

Once the bedroom door is locked, Jooyeon wastes no time in removing your shorts along with your underwear; the dark spot brings a satisfied grin on his face, but the expression quickly fades as he buries his mouth into your warm folds.

His tongue glides, flat and hot, all the way to your clit; the sensational motions tranform into an eager kiss, into hungry sucking from his lips - this special attention on your sensitive bud brings such thrilling vibrations that you pull the pillow beside you to cover your face. Most importantly - your mouth.

Soon enough, Jooyeon finds out about this and quickly raises on his knees.

“Put that away!” He steals the cushion, throwing it on the floor.

“They’ll hear us”, you hiss before shutting your mouth again.

He doesn’t seem to share the same concerns though.

You watch him spit out his saliva on your glistening folds, then smear it everywhere only to slip the same fingers inside you.

The stimulation you feel in that moment is something you’ve never felt before.

You can hear your friends on the other side of the wall - chattering and buzzing. And yet, the rush flowing through your system is urging you to keep going; to go all the way. This is what you’ve been wanting for all these months.

“Sit on my face.” Jooyeon leans just a fraction closer, but close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his skin; enough to hear the pleading ring in his whispers.

“Did you hear what I j-just said?”

“Please, baby, don’t do this to me,” Jooyeon pouts before dropping down to hide in your neck. Inevitably, he begins to nibble on your skin, slowly, matching the rhythm of his two long fingers that give your walls a nice stretch.

You’ve never reached this far inside you; it has you groaning and salivating against your palm as you press it closely to your lips.

“I need you now.” He mutters before licking a spot he just bit on. “This pretty pussy needs me just as bad, please, baby... I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my life before.”

At the sound of his words, you can’t help but run hands through his hair, tilting his head to kiss him - hard, until your fluttering chest begins to burn for air.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you part lips, and at once you ask:

“Y-you want me to sit on your face?” Your breath stutters. “Are you sure?”

Jooyeon lets out a quiet laughter. Your pure flusteredness is endearing to him. How can he show you more clearly that what he desires the most is to provide for your pleasure?

“Yeah, baby.” His voice turns huskier as your overwhelming breaths mingle together. “This is not enough, I need you glued to my mouth.”

His forwardness is so effortless, so provocative, but you easily learn to love it, though it fuels your veins with adrenaline that you have yet to learn how to control.

“Wouldn’t that make it hard for you to breathe?” You mumble, too shy to meet his eyes as you climb up his body - so close and exposed.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Jooyeon spreads you open with two hands, excited to see and taste the most intimate parts of you even better. “Just think about how good it will feel when you cum all over my face.”

The fact you sit for the sixty-nine position, without him bringing it up, is certainly the highlight of his night.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

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atebyflowers · 11 months ago

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cw: smut, oral r!receiving, lover girls, ignore spelling errors ty 🪷

loving after ellie was so hard for some reason, it felt like nobody knew you the way she did — no matter how much you told them. it killed you being in a relationship and still consumed in the thoughts of your past lover, who of course you stayed friends with as the relationship never ended on a bad note. it was overwhelming, and ellie made it worse with her occasional check ins and "are you doing okay!"'s. it wasn't just the sex, though of course ellie was perfect at that too and your new girl couldn't satisfy you...even when you taught her how to eat you out as you reminisced about ellie's natural control initiative even back when you were both inexperienced...

but it was honestly the love in general wirh ellie as well. from the way she touched you to the words she spoke, nothing that your new girlfriend did could ever amount to how ellie made you feel by just being in her presence.

through weeks of intense emotions and frustration with yourself, you let the girl you were with go. it wasn't that you didn't like her, she was a great person and tried her best for you. but you couldn't love her, your mind wouldn't let you, ellie wouldn't let you, and it was unfair to keep her around when you didn't truly love her.

running to ellie right after the breakup was nothing less than spontaneous, acting upon your emotions as you knocked on her apartment door, eyes glossed over from the feelings scattered inside your body. ellie opened the door, letting you in without hesitation, her eyes softening at the sight of yours — "shh... come here" she spoke so softly, her words providing instant comfort as she took you in, guiding you to the couch. sat just an inch away from her, ellie helped you wipe away the tears you had let out before taking you into her embrace. "do you wanna talk?" she whispered, you slightly pulling away and nodding through hiccups. "y-you" is all you managed to get out, ellie's hand rubbing gentle circles on your back as the other hand pushed dampened hair out of your face while you wiped your tears. "hm.. me... tell me" she asked. you, avoiding eye contact as you spoke, let everything out like a broken radio un able to control what song plays. "it's just.. you, everhthing you do, i can't stop thinking about it... nothing satisfies me but you, and i don't mean like... just the sex we had.. everything... it's like, only you can comfort me and make me feel loved.." you take a deep breath at the last sentence, rubbing your hands over your face before ellie gently guided your chin to face her. as your eyes meet, she caresses your face for a moment, eyes locked before broken. "god i sound so stupid" you sigh before leaning your head on her shoulder, her arm following your movement and wrapping around you, caressing your skin. "nothing about you is stupid baby" she reassures, with one hand caressing your arm and the other rubbing up and down the thigh you had draped over her body in the process, you bring one of your hands to meet hers — fingers fidgeting with one another on top of your leg as you studied the feeling of her skin, the shock waves that her touch send through your body — staring for a moment in hopes of catching a real spark.

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ you sigh again before shifting yourself closer to her, your practically already on top of her and yet it's still not enough. there's a feeling of desperation on your end, it's almost pathetic how much you crave being near her. "you're a drug" you break the silence just above a whisper, now moving your hand to wrap around the front of her body — your head still rested on her. "are you addicted?" she questions, slightly laughing at herself as she spoke. "in the worst way possible" you answer, "it's like.. i can't love anyone else, like, even if we seperate for decades, even if you dissapear into thin air, my soul craves you" you add on, cringing through your words. "so don't" she instructs, her sudden switch in tone causing you to look up at her like a deer caught in headlights. "don't what?" you breathe out, mouth just inches away from hers as she responds "don't love anyone else". her words wither away any form of hesitation you held, placing your hand on her face; you drag her into a passionate and deep kiss. the desperation taking over as your body naturally moved to straddle her, her hands grabbing your hips as you whimpered into her lips. ellie utilizing every slight distance as an opportunity to slip out words, "missed this- so much- baby" her words made your stomach turn inside out, "need- you so bad ellie" you replied, the friction you felt as you grinded your hips on top of her — sending you overboard.

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ without a second thought, she lifts you up and carries you into her bedroom. gently laying you on the bed, she places kisses on your neck as she takes her time with every piece of fabric that falls off of your body — pleasuring you just by brushing her skin against yours. "so .. pretty" she told, lifting off your shirt and placing kisses down your stomach. she was smart, so delicate with the way she touched you and so soft with her words it made your body feel full, her love for you transferring through your bones, filling you up with every contact. toying with your sweatpant string, she hums before trailing them down your legs. els..." you whine out, attempting to move your hand to take off your underwear — ellie softly pushing it back up your side. "shhh baby, gonna do you so good i promise" she whispers, pushing them to the side herself. she uses her finger to tease your clit, the heat between your legs spreading throughout ur entire body as you twitch from her touch. without warning, she slowly inserts two fingers — making sure you can feel as they push deeper inside of you. keeping her fingers steady, she moved up to reach your upper body, placing kisses along your neck as her long fingers pulse in and out of you — ellie increasing her pace with every kiss layer on your body. "g-god els.." you moan into her ear, her expression soft as your words make her own stomach turn. "i'm so close.." you mumble out between whines, ellie's focus indulged in the idea of pleasuring you. her face lifts up from your neck, just inches away from your face — close enough for her to brush the hairs away from your eyes. "el-" you try to let out another sound of desperation before being cut off by her lips connecting yours for a swift moment, before being interrupted verbally. "cum for me baby, missed it so much" she instructs, her voice filled with lust — making it impossible for you to hold back. with only a few more thrusts, you were unwraveling underneath her, her mind filling with satisfaction knowing it was the first time you'd felt like this in months.

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ attempting to catch your breathe, overwhelmed once again by the intense satisfaction, ellie is there to enforce the comfort you spent months yearning for from her. "shh angel it's okay i got you" "did so good for me, missed feeling inside you so much" ellie consoles you, her words distracting you from the sensitivity your body feels as she cleans you up. drowsy with butterflies still in your system, ellie lays you down on her chest, petting your head in a eventually sucessful attempt to help you fall asleep. "you're so pretty baby... did so well tonight.. s'like you were made for me" she praised you, sparking one last conversation before night falls. "ellie" your tired voice makes her hesitant before responding, the pounding in her heart increasing so much you can feel it. "hm!" she questions, her hand still continuing to pet your head — everything about you so delicate in ellie's eyes. "thank you... for this" you answer, allowing your eyes to shut as your body gives into her warmth. ellie, unsure of what to say in response at first, kisses the place on your head that her hand had rested. "please don't love anyone else..." she begs, before allowing herself to doze off alongside you. her arms wrapped around your body, the two of your souls eternally entwined with one another.

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mymindisneverhere · 4 months ago

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Lovers & Friends

summary: Your best friend Kelvin comes over to help you finish up the script for an upcoming play. You guys get into a heated back and forth which leads to a much needed reconcile.

warnings: 18+ smut, mdni!, angst, a little fluff, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, completely consensual, explicit language. (forgive me if i missed any)

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word count: 5k

You sat on the floor of your small apartment, flipping through pages and running your fingertips against the small pad on your laptop. There were so many ideas flowing through your head at once, your hands could barely keep up with how fast your mind was racing. You were in full blown work mode as you wrapped up the last scene of your stage play. You let out a deep sigh of relief once the light bulb finally went off in your head. Your hands flew across the keyboard, fingernails tapping loudly as you typed away.

There was no deadline or due date for the script but once you had an idea there was no stopping you until you completely emptied your brain. You were so caught up in your work, you hadn’t noticed your best friend Kelvin staring at you. You didn’t notice how his eyes scanned your face, watching how your eyebrows bent as you chewed the inside of your cheek.

He knew that this meant you were in deep thought and there was no space to interrupt you until the thought was complete. Over the years he had become so familiar with your facial expressions and body language, his ability to read you was unmatched.

“You are the epi-tome of determination.” Kelvin said, finally breaking the silence in the room. He had purposely mispronounced the word knowing he’d gain your full attention.

“It’s “epitome” Kelvin!” You said, giggling as you tore your eyes from the computer screen to look at him.

“That’s how it’s spelled though.” He shrugged, rummaging through the documents you had laid out on the table.

You playfully rolled your eyes and went back to working refusing to pay him any mind. You were collaborating on a group project with your closest girlfriends. The three of you decided to get together and produce a short play about a woman in her 20s navigating through the dating world for the first time in her life.

When Kelvin volunteered to help out with the script you were elated, seeing as though he was a theater kid so he knew a good script when he saw one. However Kelvin agreed to help solely because he wanted any reason to be in your space. Was he taking up space? Of course. Was he helping? Not so much. With the both of you being very creative in your expression both verbally and physically, you knew he’d be the perfect person to help you finish your part of the play.

After a few minutes of silence with only your nails clicking against the flat keyboard, you had finally reached the end of the scene. You turned the laptop to Kelvin so that he could read it and give some feedback.

“It’s great Y/N honestly but I’m saying she should just be more dramatic. Like the scene where she’s on a date with the rich guy, imagine if she slid down in the chair because she’s so annoyed with his arrogance.” Kelvin added. “I mean he’s self centered, he’s a chatterbox, she can barely get a word in, I’d be irritated.”

“Sounds like somebody I know…” You joked, staring into the air as if you were trying to remember a name. “I think his name is Kevin or Kellon, you may know him.”

“Wow so you got jokes? Okay.” Kelvin nodded as he leaned back against the couch, turning your laptop back to you.

You died of laughter as you watched the expression on his face. It was obvious he was noting this for later, hoping for the right opportunity to poke fun at you as well. He smiled a bit from the amount of humor and joy expressed in your face. He took pride in being able to bring you that happiness and you didn’t even know it.

“But no seriously Kelvin, no woman is gonna dramatically slide down in her chair while she’s on a date at a fancy restaurant.” You said reeling the conversation back in. “She would maybe roll her eyes, take a dramatic sip of her drink, raise her eyebrows in exasperation, anything but that.”

Kelvin nodded, deciding not to protest. He ran the entire script over in his head and immediately had questions for you.

“Is this really how it is when you date as a woman?” He asked genuinely. “I mean are men really like that with y’all.”

You nodded your head slowly, pressing your lips into a thin line as he stared at you. “They’re either so self centered and want a woman to worship them or they secretly hate women so they treat them like shit in an effort to get back at their horrible ass mothers.”

“Or my favorites, the ones who present themselves as the dream guy. He says all the right things, does all the right things until he gets exactly what he wants, then he switches like that.” You said snapping your fingers.

“Damn.” Kelvin sighed in defeat. “So you haven’t met any men who are actually good guys?”

“I mean I wouldn’t know. They all act their asses off kinda like you.” You said without any care. You didn’t mean to offend him but the nonchalant tone in your voice caused him to jerk his head back.

“Like me? You think I put on an act to get a woman to be with me?”

“I’m not saying that exactly but-“

“So what are you saying?” He asked, cutting you off completely.

You looked up at him and paused for a bit noticing the change in his demeanor. You cleared your throat a bit and continued speaking hoping to ease the tension that was filling the room.

“Kelvin let’s be honest, just in this past year you’ve dated so many women I could barely keep count. There’s no way you’re not telling them what they want to hear in order for them to sleep with you.”

“Who said I slept with them?”

You chuckled loudly, shaking your head. “You’re a man, y’all will fuck anything walking.”

Kelvin’s eyes squinted as he sat up a bit. “So you really think I’m like one of those “fuck boys” you’re writing about in this play?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you were.” You responded carelessly, returning your attention back to your papers not bothering to read Kelvin’s bothered expression. You two had known each other for roughly four years now and after all of that time he was really hurt by what he had just heard. He thought out of everyone in his life, his closest friend would think highly of him but he was quickly learning that he was wrong.

“You ever stop to ask yourself why you keep running into these types of men?” Kelvin asked. There was no doubt that what you said struck a nerve. He was simply playing tit for tat trying to hurt your feelings because you had hurt his.

You lifted your brow as you looked up at him. “You think I’m the reason why I keep getting played?”

“Maybe your bitterness keeps attracting these so called “fuck boys”.” Kelvin asked, sitting up straight. That one word caused your nostrils to flare. It was no secret that the both of you were now pissed beyond return as his eyes burned holes in your face.

“Bitter?”

“Bitter.” He repeated.

You scoffed at the statement, slamming your papers onto the table and standing to your feet.

“So maybe you are just like them. Instead of taking some accountability, you blame the woman for choosing wrong? How about y’all be better men and women wouldn’t be so bitter!”

“Maybe if y’all weren’t so fucking superficial, only going after every man with money or good looks y’all wouldn’t be going through this shit you writing about!” Kelvin stood to his feet as well, pointing to the table as he spoke.

“I don’t go after men with money!”

“That’s right, I forgot. You chase after the ones that have everything on that dumb ass list you made after your last breakup, yet you still haven’t found him. I wonder why.”

“Fuck you Kelvin!” You walked out of the living room and into your bedroom. You pushed your door forcefully causing the lock to put a small dent in the wall. Kelvin marched into the room right behind you not wanting to let this go just yet.

“I’m right, that’s why you’re so mad!” He spat.

“No I’m mad because I’ve told you about my experiences with men and you’re acting like you have zero sympathy for me.” You shot back, turning to face him.

“I’ve shared my experiences with you too and you turn around and say I’m “acting” just to sleep with these girls? Whole time I’m just waiting around for you, trying to keep myself occupied until you get your shit figured out.”

“Bye Kelvin!” You yelled, waving your hand. “Nobody asked you to wait around, you can leave now if you want to. Since you’re so preoccupied, why are you still here?”

“I wouldn’t give up on the woman I love but that’s the difference between me and you!”

Your eyes widened a bit as the words began to sink in. You had never paid your relationship any mind because he was such a good friend to you. The thought of him loving you or being in love with you never crossed your mind because he was always his cool, easy going self. Most guys would’ve confessed their love or attraction for you a long time ago simply because they had no desire to be friends with you in the first place. Posing as a friend was simply the safest route to take. But here you were standing just a few feet away from the one man who had no problem showing up for you in the ways you needed all because he genuinely loved you.

“You’re so busy chasing these fake ass entrepreneurs and these bullshit play boys that have you jumping through hoops to prove you’re worthy of one fucking date when I’m right here not asking you to do any of that!”

“So what do you want Kelvin?!” You yelled out of pure frustration.

“You!” He yelled back.

You were both overwhelmed with emotion, too many thoughts running through your minds and feelings coursing through your body. You placed your head on top of your head and the other on your hip as you exhaled harshly. Now hearing his admission and seeing the emotion behind every word he spoke, you slowly felt a sense of regret for the things you said earlier.

“Is that not obvious? I’m with you through every breakup, every time you need to vent, every time you need someone to cry to, every project, every big moment in your life, I’m here. You don’t even have to ask and I’m there every fucking time.”

“You’re saying that like I’m forcing you to be here.” You shook your head, trying to shift the blame.

“I’m simply saying that to remind you of how I’m always going to be here no matter what. So that comment you made earlier about me being one of these men who don’t give a damn about you doesn’t apply to me.” He wasn’t wrong either and you knew it. You just didn’t think any of this through. The things you were saying, the way you were trying to brush him off and dismiss him. The look on his face was nothing less than a look of hurt. Your expression softened as you took in his emotions, almost regretting this entire argument.

“Well I wasn’t saying it like that. We’re friends so I just thought you treated me differently than other guys because you’re not in a relationship with me.”

“Regardless of that, I’m still gonna treat you well because I’m just not that type of guy. But clearly you think differently.”

“I don’t Kelvin, I was just…” You looked around to find the right words, hoping you didn’t put your foot in your mouth once again. “I was just running my mouth, that's all. I’m sorry.”

Kelvin nodded and the room fell silent. He dropped his head to the floor and placed his hands in his pockets. You stared at him as the last few minutes replayed in your head.

‘I wouldn’t give up on the woman I love.’

What exactly did he mean by that? Was he saying that you were one of his friends that he loved deeply? Was he saying that he loved you in a romantic sense? You couldn’t figure out why that would casually slip out of his mouth unless there was real meaning behind it.

“You said you loved me.”

His head shot up as he looked at you and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Because we’re friends?” You tried finishing the statement for him, hoping to soften the blow just in case you misinterpreted what he had said.

“I’m in love with you y/n.” He said bluntly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he said those words. How could you miss the signs? The way he spoke about you to other people, the times you would catch him staring at you with a small smile on his face, the amount of patience he’d have with you even during those times you were purposely agitating him. The way he treated you never wavered. He was always consistent with you and you weren’t paying him any mind.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

He shrugged his shoulders before replying. “I wasn’t sure if admitting it would ruin our friendship. I didn’t wanna risk losing you altogether so I kept it to myself.”

You sat silently, unsure of what to say next.

“But I guess I had to get it out eventually. I just don’t want you to think less of me because of your past experiences. I want you and I’ll do everything I can to keep you happy. That’s if you’ll let me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you’ll give me a chance?” He asked, raising his brows in uncertainty.

You nodded but remained silent. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt your heart flutter. Your palms began to sweat as he made his way over to you, finally closing the large gap in between you guys.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded your head slowly as he inched toward you. You stood still, feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest. The room was quiet but the sound of your pulse was pounding in your ears. It was happening and you hadn’t even planned for it.

He softly placed a kiss on your lips, pulling back a bit to study your features. The way your eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and lips gave him the signal to slow down even more. He could tell you were nervous and the last thing he wanted to do was pressure you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You said above a whisper. “I’ve been abstinent since my last relationship so this is a bit much for me.”

“It’s been two years since…?” He trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence to make the situation awkward.

You nodded.

“We don’t have to do that if you’re not ready.” He said, placing his hands to his sides.

“No I want to, I feel safe with you.” You looked up at him as you assured him. You honestly couldn’t think of any other man you’d want to share this moment with. No you weren’t losing your “virginity” but you were in the exact moment of the promise you had made to yourself just two years ago. A promise to give your body to the man who made you feel comfortable and secure in your relationship with him. You just didn’t know you’d be experiencing this man so soon and that it would be your best friend.

“I’ll go slow, but I need you to talk to me. If it becomes too much just tell me and I’ll stop, I promise.” He placed his hands around your waist and stared into your eyes. His eyebrows were bent as he spoke, making sure you felt the sincerity in his tone.

“Okay.” You uttered before feeling his lips against yours once again. This time you parted your lips and slipped your tongue into his mouth. Almost immediately, he fell into your kiss, pulling you in tighter as you explored each other's mouths. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning as you felt your clit throb from the intensity.

He kissed you with full passion, running his hands up and down your back. Finally pulling away from your lips, he lowered his head to your neck and kissed your skin softly. He lifted his hands up your back and gripped your shoulders, gently sucking on your neck and shoulders.

You took in a sharp breath as you felt his tongue against your collar bone. It had been so long since you’d been touched like this, you forgot where your sensitive spots were. Your fingers wrapped around his neck as you dropped your head back a bit.

He carefully walked you back against the bed, laying his weight against you which caused you to fall back. You stared up at him as he licked his lips. You could see the gears turning in his head as his eyes roamed all over your body.

He was taking note of you before he could decide what to do with you. The way your chest rose, displaying how anxious you were, the thin fabric from the gray camisole you wore pressed against your hard nipples and your slow blinking gave him the sign that you were relaxed and at ease.

“I won’t do you like the others did, I promise.” He leaned over the bed and kissed you once more. His kisses trailed down your body, a few landing in the opening of the tank top. He ran his hand underneath the shirt to lift it a bit. Bringing himself down the length of your body, he kissed your belly. Down the sides, in the center, along your rib cage, above and below your belly button. He was making sure to take his time with you because of how much you mean to him but also because of how much this moment meant to you.

He lowered himself even more, stopping right above the waistline of your pajama shorts. His eyes shot up to your face in an attempt to read your expression. But the only view he had was of your full breasts still rising up and down at a steady pace.

He pulled your shorts down to your thighs before standing up to pull them from around your ankles. Tossing them to the floor, he turned his head to place a kiss right above your anklet. He held both of your legs in place over his shoulders while he kissed them both.

He stared down at you while he kissed you, noticing how wet you were through your underwear. There was a small dot directly in the middle of your panties. A tiny puddle of secretion that started building the moment he promised to take it slow.

You didn’t even remember your ankles being a sensitive spot for you but the way he was paying them so much attention had you dripping with every kiss. You watched as he went back and forth placing intentional kisses between your legs until he reached down to remove your panties. Tossing them as well, he kneeled down and lowered himself to your center.

“Damn.” He mumbled to himself, taking in the sight of your lower lips. The way your pussy shined from the wetness made him lick his lips in desperation.

You gently gripped the sheets as you tried to brace yourself for this moment of pleasure. After a few seconds of stillness, you felt his tongue press against your clit. You gasped loudly from the feeling of him rolling it around and taking it into his mouth to gently suck on.

“Fuck.” You whispered in a harsh breath. Your breathing grew a bit quicker as he sucked on your clit. The sounds of him licking and kissing your center filled the room. Your thick thighs rested over his shoulders, giving him the perfect opportunity to dive as deep as he wanted to.

“Kelvin…” You moaned. He hummed against your clit, loving the way you were reacting to his pleasure. The way you moaned his name made him press his face into your center even more. His lips were covered in your essence, completely smothering himself as he closed his eyes.

You mindlessly began rolling your hips against his tongue, fucking his face from underneath his grasp. You placed a hand on top of his head to help you keep a steady motion. His tongue continued toying your clit in the same rhythm you moved your hips in.

It was only a matter of time before you remembered how it felt to be pleasured. There was no judgement present, only desire. You felt Kelvin reach underneath your tank top and roll your nipple in between his fingers. He wanted you leaking as much as possible so he was sure to do whatever he could to pull an orgasm out of you.

“Ughhhh yessss.” You whined, dropping your jaw as you felt the rush. You placed your other hand on his head and continued rolling your hips until you reached total climax. “Oh fuccccccck.”

Kelvin never moved, he didn’t want to fuck up the momentum and risk having you come back down the orgasm ladder so soon. His goal was to have you worn out by the time he was done with you and he was just getting started. Your hips bucked against his face, your clit growing sensitive as your orgasm reached its peak.

Your body shook as the wave passed over you, slowly sending you back down the ladder. Kelvin kept his lips latched onto your clit, trying to get every drop of your juices out if you so he could lick them up in the end. You moaned as every part of your body still reacted from the intensity of your orgasm. Finally removing your hands from his head, you dropped them onto the bed.

“You taste so fucking good.” He said, still licking and kissing your pussy while you caught your breath. He placed more kisses on your lips, then your thighs before coming up to your breasts.

He sucked on them, rolling his tongue around your areolas in an effort to prepare you for the next few orgasms he planned on giving you. Your body twisted underneath his as you felt your nipples between his teeth. You were already so turned on, he didn’t need to do any more but Kelvin was extra in everything that he did.

Kelvin loved the way your hips bucked underneath his, the way you lifted your chest off of the bed to feel his mouth even more, the way your head rocked back and forth from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. He slid his hand back down between your legs and slipped two fingers into your entrance. Along with teasing your swollen nipples, he rolled his fingers in an upward motion, moaning against your breasts from the feeling of your juices soaking his fingers.

You moaned loudly, not caring about the thin walls in your luxury apartment. After two years of absolutely no sex, no touching, not even a solo session, you didn’t care who heard you. However, it was still a lot for you to receive at this moment. The way he was sucking on both of your breasts, the way his fingers played in your hole, you were feeling so much at once. Your body was so sensitive and he wasn’t letting up on the pleasure at all.

Your eyebrows curled in pleasurable agony, you didn’t want it to stop but your body was already going into overload. He was so passionate in the way he tended to your body, everything he did for you was with pure intention. He waited years in order to be in this position with you, there was no way he would fuck up the chance to make you feel all of the love he had for you.

“It’s too much…” You cried, clawing at the nape of his neck.

“You want me to stop?” He asked, lifting his head to look at you. His head moved along with yours, rocking side to side as you embraced the intensity of his pleasures.

“No but-” You managed but couldn’t finish because he hadn’t stopped playing in your essence. He knew he was making it hard for you to speak but he was also genuinely concerned all at the same time.

“Talk to me.”

“I think I have to…” You trailed off. Your eyes shot open as you felt a strong pressure against your pelvis. Your walls tightened only out of habit from the familiar feeling in between your legs. “I have to pee.”

“That’s normal.” He said, kissing your cheek as he continued fingering you. “Just relax and let it go.”

“I can’t.” You whined, trying your hardest to relax.

“Yes you can.”

You took deep breaths, each breath causing you to loosen the grip you had on his fingers. He could feel your walls relax around him which made him dig deeper into. He was going to get you to feel this one way or another.

“That’s it baby, let it go.”

“Oooooh.” You cooed as you felt the sensation growing greater and greater. Your breathing became audible as you felt the juices flow. Splashy sounds filled the room while he worked his arm back and forth. Your mouth hung open as you felt yourself cum in this way for the first time.

“Keep cummin’, I’ll clean it up.” He muttered against your cheek. “I want all of it.”

“Ughhhh.” Your voice rang out in total pleasure. Your vision grew blurry as tears weld in your eyes, quickly dropping along the sides of your face. The sloshy noise that came from your pussy had you too stunned to speak. He worked you over until you were drained, staring down at you as more tears escaped your eyes.

After a few more moments, Kelvin's fingers slowed to a stop, finally allowing you a moment to breathe. He kissed your face where your tears had dropped until he reached your lips.

“You’re okay baby, breathe.” You did as you were told, staring up at the ceiling as he continued to kiss you. Your breathing was uneven but you continued trying your hardest to return it back to normal. “How do you feel?”

“That felt so fucking good.” You let out in a staggered breath. Your heart was still racing, chest violently rising and falling as you tried to come to terms with what had just happened.

“I won’t push you past your limit, that’s enough for right now.” He stood up from the bed and walked to your bathroom. A few seconds later, he returned back to you with a towel lightly drenched in warm water. He cleaned you gently, wiping your thighs and around your lips.

“I didn’t want you to stop.” You managed, trying to convince him that you were up to take more of his pleasure but he knew you all too well. You needed a moment to recoup, to completely come back down. A moment to ground yourself back into the present. But it all felt so good, too good to let go of so soon. You wanted more but didn’t even know if you’d be able to handle more just yet.

He leaned over your body, walking his hands along your sides until he met your face. “I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.” You contested, staring up at him in pure hunger for more of him.

“I know when you’ve had enough even when you’re too stubborn to admit it.” He kissed you on the lips and lifted up a bit to look into your eyes. “Besides, once I’m inside you I’m not stopping until I’m tired, no matter how many times you cum.”

You looked up at him and nodded, not bothering to protest. However, you were still in need of his touch. Even if it meant simply hugging you until you asked to let go, you needed to be in his embrace. You swallowed harshly, trying to get rid of the dryness in your throat. You watched him as he walked back into your bathroom. The faucet from your bathroom sink ran, signaling he was rinsing out the towel he had just wiped you down with. You sat up and let out a deep breath as placed your hands in between your thighs.

“Kelvin?” You called out to him.

He leaned back a bit coming into the doorframe of your bathroom. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you hold me until I fall asleep?” Your voice was so soft matching the expression on your face.

“Of course.” Kelvin expected this, seeing as though you had experienced something so intense for the first time and him being the one responsible. He never planned on leaving though. He wanted to make sure you felt cared for in every way possible.

He climbed onto the bed with you and pulled you into his chest. Placing a small kiss on your temple, he rested his head against your pillow as he held onto you. It was only a matter of minutes before he heard light snoring coming from you. He smiled to himself, grateful that he was able to express his love for you in more ways than one. But also because he still had the opportunity to really make love to you in the way that he had imagined for the longest.

(Please excuse any mistakes.🩵)

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sweetenerobert · 1 year ago

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toy story

8.1k | action figure!joel miller x male reader

summary: contemplating throwing out your favorite toy, he comes to life and makes your last night before you leave for college memorable

warnings: MDNI 18+, agalmatophilia, strong language, slight possessive joel, childhood friends to lovers (if you squint) no mention of age besides reader leaving for college, l-word drops, pet names (mostly doll and baby), spanking, dirty talking joel, no description of reader, but joel lifts you (1), oral (m!giving/m!receiving) rimming, spit as lube, unprotected p in a, creampie,

inspired by this post , also huge thanks to @strang3lov3 new tattoo for this fucking idea, i love you so much and thank you for letting me rant to you about this idea that been in my drafts for FUCKING MONTHS

thanks to @minispidey for beta, love you <333

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Moonlight piercing through the cotton curtains of your childhood bedroom, dust dancing through the luminescent shards from your window. Two boxes stacked on each other in the corner of your room, your closet’s life ripped away from the clothes once hung in the small confined space.

Wiping the sweat that littered your forehead as you huffed a breath, you lay down on the small circular rug that riddled the floor, staring at the ceiling light. You were getting ready to leave for college, and packing up your life seemed more stressful than lifting weights off your shoulders.

Constant choices about what to throw away or bring with you kept swimming in your brain, and overthinking two simple decisions kept making your head spin, mostly ending with you sitting silently thinking about your answer. This wasn’t one of those situations; you had just finished packing and felt like you deserved a break.

Alone in your childhood home while your parents had picked up late shifts and your siblings were out, the silence was deafening, but you preferred the quiet. It gave you time to process everything. Seeing the stars tapped onto your ceiling made you smirk as you glanced around your bare room.

Eyes catching an object underneath the bed, you turned your body to understand the object better. It was your old lumberjack action figure when you were a kid; it must’ve fallen off the shelf over your window. You don’t remember if it came with a name or you made it up, but you called him Joel.

That name stuck with you until now, even when you were a kid, when you introduced Joel to your friends as they commented on it. Being a “weird name,” you didn’t care; you loved the name.

Attempting to grab him from the bed, you realize that it would be easier to grab Joel from your bed. You were quickly climbing up on your bed and scrambling to the side, quickly sliding your hand down the crack of the wall and your bed. Tips of your fingers grazing the fake axe on the back of the action figure, biting your lip as your nail pulls the toy closer towards the wall, retracting your head a few feet up as you see it closer to the wall.

The action figure is in your grasp, sliding your knuckles up on the cold wall while your palm touches the cotton sheets wrapped around your mattress. The toy is now in your hand, and you notice how it’s looked the same after all the years. A couple of tiny patches of color are missing from his plastic hair, and his face and plastic beard stay the same. Joel’s clothes are dusty, balls of lint cover his pants and shirt, and his boots are dustier than anything. You quickly blow a puff of air, trying to clean him off the best you can.

“Hey, Joel. How ya been?’

Did I use to talk to this thing? Man, I was a weird kid.

Joel was your therapist before you even knew what therapy was — telling him about how you finally could spell Wednesday without misspelling it, How you passed each spelling/vocabulary test, and how the boys at school were bullying you. Joel always listened to you; he was your toy, and he didn’t care as long as he was there to protect you – metaphorically.

Loving Joel was easy—he was your first crush—but trying to explain that to a toy was difficult. Bringing Joel with you to live in your college dorm seemed like a hard decision. Glancing at the tiny trash can next to your bed, you glance back at Joel and discard him in the trash bin.

Wiping your hands on your pants, you looked at the bags and boxes that had cluttered the corner of your room and huffed a breath in annoyance as you decided it would be wise to have your life packed away downstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize how much you hated your fucking stairs. You were leaning on the top of the stairs – on the handrail, catching your breath. Your bedroom was in your field of view; you would’ve crawled into your room if your knees hadn’t creaked with each movement.

One of the main things you wouldn’t miss about your house would be the stairs that killed you slowly with each trip up and down the wooden stairwell.

Slowly getting up from the floor, your feet trudged towards your bedroom door. You were pushing the gateway of your bedroom, earning a creak from its hinges. Your eyes glanced down towards the dark chocolate wood floor with each step into your room. “Finally, I’m ready to lay down in my –” You started to pick your head up, glancing at the figure sitting on your night, playing with a pink eraser he must’ve found in the trash bin.

“– bed.”

"Doll, what's up with you throwin' me away?"

W-what? That one question kept flying around in your head. Not, who is this? Not, what is happening? Just a simple question: What kept spinning around your head?

In the back of your mind, you knew who it was sitting in front of you. It wasn’t a dream, not your imagination; it was real life. Your action figure — your lumberjack, Joel in the flesh?

He looked real, too real. His hair's curls looked fluffy, and his skin's wrinkles looked defined. His clothes looked like he’d gotten them from a store, with wrinkles littering his shirt and jeans and his boots rubbing against the wood. Your childhood toy was in front of you, alive and in the flesh.

“Too stunned to speak, doll?”

Shaking your head from the thoughts swimming around you, you look at the male before you. “What?”

“Got my answer. Can’t believe I rendered my doll speechless.”

Joel’s build shocked you as he stood up from his position; his shoulders were broad, his biceps bulging from his flannel – you knew he rolled his sleeves up. Vein’s threatening to burst from his arms and hands. Your former action figure who walked in front of you felt menacing, like his aura made you cower in fear, but instead of fear, it was astonishment. That something you wished for years ago finally came true.

“How is this possible? How are you real?” You quivered.

“The better question better be, “Why would I throw out such a precious toy?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon, doll, y’think I’m stupid or somethin’; I knew y’threw me out. Half m’foot was in the trash can when I started growing.”

The answer was plain and simple: you didn’t want to bring him with you to college or leave him to give to someone else, so you thought just about getting rid of him would be. Clearly, Joel’s surprise appearance made things more complicated than they should. “I didn’t throw you out,” You quickly spat out. “You fell in there by accident.”

Joel’s tall figure stood tall in front of you, his once plastic hand – now turned flesh and genuine, his thumb slowly tracing your bottom lip. Your body was shuddering against his touch. “Y’know your body betrays you, sweetheart.”

“Just be honest; it doesn't hurt me, jus’ your pride.”

“J-Joel, listen —”

“Ah, now you know I exist; you were treating me like some hallucination,” Joel announced, backing up, sticking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans.

“You’re aware that this could very well be a hallucination,” You shrugged.

“Slap yourself, then.”

“Huh?”

“Slap. Yourself. In. The face. Then.” Joel enunciated.

“N-No! I’m not going to do that!” You exclaimed.

“Okay, fine, then. You’ll never know if this is a hallucination then.”

Groaning, you quickly connected your palm against your cheek, the skin on your palm and face stink earning a wince that you suck from your teeth.”Happy, now?”

“Blessed. I’m pretty sure you have many questions, which aren’t important, because we need to figger out why you threw me out?”

“I told you, I didn’t–”

“Doll, I’m not stupid. I saw you put me in there, now don’t bullshit me.”

The skin on your palm and cheek had been itchy to the point you wanted to scratch your palm and face simultaneously, resulting in you rubbing your knuckles on your face. But you didn’t even want to answer Joel—your childhood toy. Hurting your friend's feelings was something you never wanted to do; imagine how Joel would feel knowing the boy who had played with him since he was a kid didn’t want to take him to college with him.

But it was something that you had to say, something that you would dread telling anyone you love.

Deciding to rip the band-aid faster than slow, you take a breath, look at Joel’s once painted-on brown eyes, and see a soul behind his real-like eyes. “I didn’t want to take you to college with me, and giving you away seemed way too hard even to think about. So I threw you away.”

Joel looked shocked by your confession. He thought he was ready to hear what you had to say, but Joel wasn’t; he was more perplexed than anything. Moving from where he stood before you, he stumbles on the mattress and sits down to collect his thoughts. Joel’s head hangs as you sit down next to him. It was reminiscent of when you were younger and would watch movies in your living room, having Joel sit next to you while you imagined him laughing or getting mad at a character like you were.

For once, the silence in the room was deafening, and you didn’t like it; you didn’t know what Joel would say, which terrified you.

“Joel? Are you okay?”

Joel nodded. “Yeah,” He snuffled. “Was just thinkin’ bout somethin’.”

“What was it?’

“Joel, when I’m older, I’m taking you everywhere with me, no matter what. You're going to be with me during college, and even when I get the big boy job like my daddy does, you’ll always be there.”

The action figure you played with your whole childhood quoted what you told him in those peak years of being a kid and had nothing to worry about.

“I said that, I'm guessing?”

Joel nods. “You were always a happy kid, no matter what happened, always smiling.” You chuckle at Joel’s statement. It made a smile appear as you remembered that he was always there with you. But, you had to face the fact that you weren't a kid anymore; those promises you made to a toy — a mere plaything- weren't something you thought about as a hormonal teenager.

Shaking your head, you snap your head at Joel. “Joel, I was a kid back then. I didn't know that growing up would be so different than what I thought.”

“I- I can't be that same kid again. I wish I could trust me, I wish I could, but I can't.”

“It’s a shame,” Joel starts. “I would’ve loved t’see you grow up.”

“I mean, you technically did, right?”

Joel chuckles, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

The cicadas appeared to disrupt the silence in the room when you didn't know what to say to Joel. You hated breaking your best friend’s heart, but being honest was something Joel wanted other than being lied to. “Do you want a hug?”

“I would love that,” Joel’s southern drawl appeared as you wrapped your arms around Joel, and his arms wrapped you around in a bear hug.

Hugging Joel felt weird but right – a seemingly impossible wish you fulfilled. You begged to be able to hug Joel, have him hold you in his arms, and melt together, being safe in each other’s arms. “M’gonna miss ya when you’re gone,” Joel grumbles against your head. As you hugged Joel, questions began to swim in your mind as you squeezed his waist; it felt like you were hugging an actual human. The way his body resisted against the tight hold on him, his body felt warm against yours.

“Okay, wait a second,” you announce, releasing yourself from Joel’s grip and standing before him.

“What’s wrong?” Joel asks, resting one hand on his knee and his forearm on the other knee. You watch at the skin around his wrist, and the watch starts to bend as if he were human.

Questions were floating in your head; you didn’t know where to start, but you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak. “How did this happen? How are you walking like this?”

“I’ve always done it, just done it when everyone isn’t home.”

Perplexity rode your face as Joel’s answer made you think about more questions you wanted to spit out. “So, you’ve always been able to walk around and be so human-like?”

“Yeppers.”

“So, you heard everything?”

Joel nods.

“Everything?”

“If you’re referring to the times I’ve heard and seen you jerk off and get fucked in here, then yes, everything,” Joel mocked.

Heat rose to your face. Joel had seen everything, the most vulnerable parts of your body. Things that you wouldn’t admit to if your family asked about it. “Even when–”

“Not when you were a kid, I’gave you your privacy. Scout’s honor.”

“But, you’re not a scout but a lumberjack.”

Joel shrugs. “You’re point?”

“My point is–” You exhale a breath as a hand slides down your face. “If ya wonderin’ of anythin’ sex-related–” Joel interjected.

One question swam around your mind in that topic Joel mentioned. “Can you fuck?” You question, crossing your arms. Joel’s chuckle sent chills picking at your “tough-guy” demeanor. That nervous feeling rose, making you worried about his answer. “If I tell you the truth, will you mind?”

Reflexically shaking your head, you waited for Joel’s answer. “Yes, doll. I can.” Without thinking, you asked Joel. “How?” Joel answered by pointing at you. “You’ve done some pretty interesting things, doll.”

Moving your head as you eye roll at the “man” before you. “I’m scared to ask, but–”

“You’re interested if I had fucked anythin’?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” You don’t know how to feel about Joel’s confession. On the one hand, you were intrigued by what Joel had done; on the other hand, it made you feel like you were stepping into a zone you weren’t comfortable with entering. “Wow, my old toy, fucking other toys? I’m guessing.”

Joel chuckles. “Y’know your sister’s Barbie doll? Fucked her, Ken watched.”

A grimace appeared on your face as Joel's sudden statement made you feel like the cold rushed in from your bedroom. “Wow,” you started. “Wait, Barbie and Ken can become real, like you?” Joel nodded at your answer.

“Huh, well. You learn something new every day.”

“Blame yourself, doll. I learned everything from you.”

Confusion rode your face, trying to act innocent like you had no reason behind Joel’s actions. “What do you mean?” You shrug.

Joel stands up, his hands draped by the stitched pockets of his jeans, his boots slowly connecting with the hardwood floors, causing you to walk backward at your leisurely pace. You and Joel were working in tandem—with each step he took, you took a step back. You felt slightly intimidated. In the back of your head, you never thought you would feel unnerved by a toy—a toy you never would’ve expected to come to life.

That rush of cold flew through your back when you connected with the side of your closet, bringing your hands to the wall; that cold sensation connected with your hand. Joel’s looming figure had been present before you, his hand outstretched beside your head. Joel slowly moves his head toward your head; you feel his warm breath against you, causing your spine to chill — mentally blaming the wall.

“C’mon, doll. You know exactly what I mean.” Joel’s voice made your breath hitch as you felt his mustache tickle against your neck. “I know what you want, your likes, know what you like to be called,” You feel Joel’s realistic fingers on your chin as he picks your head up to look into his eyes; you watch as he backs up from your ear.

His soft but calloused hand was on your chin, slowly dragging his hand against the fabric of your shirt as you watched the wrinkles in your shirt flatten under the path his hand was sliding down your torso. You watched as the wrinkles disappeared, only to reaper after Joel’s hand moved from its position. Joel’s hand was slow but not too slow, like a snail’s pace, slow to the point where you felt each goosebump underneath his hand — under your shirt.

Joel’s hand had stopped on your waist, while his other hand was above your head as he leaned closer to your eyes. Bracing for the impact of Joel’s lips on yours, you close your eyes.

The feeling of plump, soft lips against yours sent shivers traveling down your spine as you felt the grip on your waist was getting tighter — rougher. Your hands travel from the wall into Joel’s soft curls. You wanted Joel in the moment; you craved him — yearned for him. Memories of you dreaming of kissing Joel had finally come true; you didn't expect the kiss to feel so passionate, an end-of-the-world kiss — one that stopped the world from spinning.

The feeling of silk had flown through your fingers as you contorted your hands with Joel’s hair. Joel’s hands slid from your waist onto your ass — squeezing lightly, you gasped against his lips.

Your heart skipping a beat seemed impossible, but Joel’s kisses begged to differ. Your hands slipped from Joel’s hair onto his face, and you felt his defined jawline and patchy beard; you felt soft but coarse underneath your palms, which was something you couldn’t imagine. Reminiscent of when your fingertips would travel against the painted beard, always wondering what it looked/felt like, at this moment, you can.

Joel’s big hands leave an imprint on your ass; slowly, his hands start sliding down toward your inner thigh, bending his back closer to you so the connection of your lips doesn't break. “Jump,” Joel grumbles against your lips. You push your feet off the ground as Joel’s strength lifts you, chuckling against his lips, wrapping your legs around Joel’s waist; you feel his hands under your thighs, gripping into you with passion; you think his nails may leave crescent moons into your skin.

Cold drywall leaves your back as Joel slowly turns you both around so your bed can face your back. With each step, your and Joel’s noses keep bumping into each other as your faces keep moving side to side from your passionate kiss. Joel’s mouth leaves yours as his lips trail down your jawline, lightly sucking. Your hands return to Joel's hair as his lips end on your neck.

Lips on your neck, sucking, biting, Joel marking you with his lips, your moans kept escaping your lips as your fingers flowed through Joel’s hair like water. “Y’like that, baby?” Joel growled. You hiss through your teeth before answering. “Fuck, yes. I love it, Joel.”

Quickly turning his body, Joel sits on the edge of your bed. Your knees indent your mattress as you feel sitting down. His lips return to yours as Joel wraps his arms against the midsection of your back, melting your bodies together. Your hands make their way from Joel’s head onto his broad shoulders. Thinking the flannel was warming his skin, you wanted to get rid of it.

Backing slightly away, you slip your hands down his hardened chest; you start to fumble with the first button. Quickly unbuttoning the first one, you were on your way to the next one; Joel took notice of your hands and broke the kiss to look at what you were doing. “What are ya doing, doll?”

“Trying to get this flannel off you,” You grumble, popping the second button off.

“Lemme help.”

Joel moves his arms from your waist onto his flannel, smiling at you as you watch him pop the buttons out the loops. You watch as your childhood crush takes off his flannel and throws it over your shoulder, chest hair littering his chest. You slowly bring your hand onto his chest—above where his heart should be — but you don't feel a bump vibrate against your hand. You remember that Joel isn't human, which somewhat shatters your heart.

Joel notices your saddened eyes; he places his hand over yours and looks deep into your eyes, his brown eyes piercing into your soul. “J’so ya know, I may not have a heart, but my love f’you is more important than anything else in this goddamn world. You're one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

“I don't want to live in a world where I don't see your smile every day; it's a reminder t’myself that no matter what, my love for you is the most real thing for me.”

You smirk at Joel’s confession, quickly smashing your lips against his. The tears brimming your tear ducts, trickling down from your eyes, wiping your eyes as you back up and look at Joel. “You are such a softie, you know that?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Joel quickly pushed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your midsection and moving your arms around his neck.

Feeling Joel’s smile against your lips, you're quickly surprised when you feel Joel stand up and, in one motion, spin you both around so your back is on your mattress. You can’t help but smile gleefully as he backs up from you — sliding your shirt up and planting kisses trailing from your chest to your navel. His thick fingers grab the waistband of your pants as he slides them down. “Lift your hips, doll.” You do as Joel commands; he slides your pants off your thighs and throws them in the corner where your hamper used to reside, leaving your underwear on, your cock hard and covered by your underwear.

“Look a’that, y’hard f’me already, doll?” You chuckle at Joel; you gasp as you feel his lips press the tip of your hard-covered cock. With each kiss brought against the tip and the shaft of your cock, it feels like heaven to you, bringing you absolute bliss against your skin. You get your foot against Joel’s shoulder as your other one hangs off the edge of the bed, arching your back in pleasure as Joel’s mouth moves down your thigh.

Joel looks up at you and smiles as he kisses your leg. Noticing the wet spot appears on your underwear. Pre-cum slowly escaping the slit of your cock. “Let’s get these underwear off you.” You didn't need Joel to tell you to lift your hips reflectively. You lifted your pelvis, and he slid the underwear off you. Your hard throbbing cock slaps against your navel, a line of pre-cum connects with your stomach. “God, you’re s’fuckin’ perfect, baby.”

Standing up from his position, he softly presses his lips against yours, bringing his hand into the bend of your knee, his other hand holding the side of your face. Joel’s tongue licked your bottom lip, awaiting your mouth to open. Slightly parting your lips, Joel slips his tongue into your mouth, causing you to smile at Joel’s eagerness.

“How do you feel?” Joel questions against your lips.

“Fan-fuckin-tastic.” You answer, bearing your teeth. “How about I make you feel even fuckin’ better.” Joel’s question came out as a statement, causing you to question his meaning. Without warning, Joel backs up from your face and laps his tongue on the shaft of your cock, making a moan escape from your mouth, sliding his tongue slowly up the head of your cock, moans escaping your mouth. “F-fuck, Joel,” You breathe.

“Y’like that, baby?”

You breathe out an answer as Joel starts playing the slit of your cock with his tongue. “Yes.”

“Makin’ sure that you deserve somethin’. You’re too precious to be mistreated.”

Joel must've heard all the times you would complain to your best friend about how one guy seemed great but lacked something when it came to sex. Joel was showing what you’ve been craving for a guy to reciprocate when you pleasured them, but he wasn't expecting anything back; he was just glad to pleasure his boy first.

Wrapping his mouth slowly around the tip of your cock, Joel slowly goes down the shaft of your length, causing you to moan and white knuckle your sheets as you throw your head back — arching your back and snapping your eyes shut in pleasure.

His pace was slow but patient. Joel wanted to make you feel something you rarely experienced — over the moon. Wrapping his hands around the shaft of your cock, his fingers would let go for a moment before wrapping.

Dragging your fingers into Joel’s curls, you slowly push his head down, hoping he could speed up. “Fuck, Joel. Can you go faster, please?”

“I can do ya one better, doll.”

As Joel’s mouth felt warm around your cock, he started to go faster as you gasped in pleasure; you felt Joel’s hand slide from your thigh as he slowly began to tease your hole. The skin of your taint felt sensitive with each stroke of Joel’s finger teasing you; each swipe, each light prodding made your body shiver in anticipation. Your cock has never been in overdrive as much as this — Joel was slowly rising you towards your peak. Your cock twitches in Joel’s mouth showing the throbbing pain that was threatening to shoot out.

Slowly and agonizing, Joel slides his mouth off your cock, swallowing his spit; Joel wipes the reminder off his lips with the back of his hand, glances at you, and chuckles as Joel strokes your cock. “Y’close, doll?”

“Yes,” You whimper. “So fuckin’ close. It hurts so much. Can I cum yet, Joel?”

A chuckle left his throat, a sly smirk appearing on his face as he stared at you. Joel stops pumping your cock — landing on your stomach, precum leaking from the slit. “Not yet, doll. We haven't had our fun yet.”

Lifting your legs, Joel slides his head down deeper in between your thighs. He laps his tongue against your aching hole; a shaky moan escapes your lips as you hold your legs up so Joel can get better access to your hole. His hands are planted on your inner thighs as he keeps his tongue against your taint.

Joel’s tongue felt like magic against you, showing you things you’ve never felt before — things you’ve only imagined happening. His tongue sliding up and down, in and out of your hole, made you want to cum by how much Joel was treating you.

His plump lips planting kisses against your taint made your toes curl — the bones could pop out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs, your moans escaping from you with each movement of Joel’s lips and tongue was giving you pleasure.

That sensation of something feeling pushed inside you came rushing in as you let go of one of your thighs, gripped the sheets below you, and threatened to rip them up. You look down at Joel, looking up at you with a smirk on his face; you notice what is being pushed inside you; Joel’s thick middle finger has taken a turn to please you.

“Y’like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Mhmm,” You whimper, throwing your head back, closing your eyes, and biting your lip.

“I told ya, I know what you like, basically what you’ve been yearnin’ for.”

“But, you gotta let me know if it’s too much for you, baby. I can't read minds yet.”

“It’s it too much?” Joel questioned.

You shake your head to deny Joel’s question. “It’s just right, it’s so fuckin’ right,” You grit your teeth.

Sliding another finger in, Joel’s pace had gone faster. You knew Joel was trying to test your limit; you never knew your limit; you were glad to try to figure it out with someone you trusted.

“Look at that; your hole wraps around m’fingers; it keeps sucking me in no matter how hard I try to pull out.”

Sudden movements from your hips as you kept raising your hips and bringing them back down. Gritting your teeth, tiny whimpers left through your teeth. Pleasure flowed through your entire body — a new goal you never knew you could reach.

Joel would never admit this, but him being the reason whimpers were leaving your mouth, you squirming because of his fingers and mouth, he was fucking over the moon to be the first person ever to make you feel this way.

“J-Joel?” You breathed.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

Joel was conflicted by your question; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, he wasn’t expecting anything in return, but he wanted to know what that perfect mouth of yours felt around his cock.

Slipping his fingers outside your hole, aching for more, Joel smirks at you and opens his mouth to speak. “Yes, you can, doll.” As you sit up, you notice the length that resided in his jeans; your eyes almost pop from their sockets from what you have just seen. You’d never seen anything that big in porn, yes, but never in real life.

Noticing your astonishment, Joel looked at his jeans and then back up at you. “Is this size good enough, sweetheart?” You nod your head. Sliding your back against the mattress, you slid so your knees hit the wood below you. Watching the eagerness flood Joel’s eyes made you feel that excitement swimming in your stomach. The button of his jeans popped above you, and hearing the zipper going down, you watched as Joel’s cock popped out from its restraints.

Joel’s throbbing cock bounced in front of you, precum leaking from the slit of Joel’s cock. In your eyes, Joel’s cock looked more realistic than plastic. You wouldn’t lie; you were a curious kid; you had removed Joel’s clothes before and only noticed a blob on where his dick was now. The veins traveled up the shaft of his cock, stopping at the mushroom tip of his cock. The happy trail from Joel’s tummy showed up his pubic hair that rested above the shaft of his cock. Your mouth went dry in anticipation. It was the first you had seen a dick this big and thick before and so close to your face.

“You alright, doll?”

Shooting your eyes up at Joel, you can tell a bit of worry on his face. “Yeah, I-I’m fine. Just never seen a dick this big before,” You admitted. Bending down so his face is in front of you, softly placing his hand against your cheek in reassurance. “We can take it slow if you want to.” You nodded at Joel’s words as he planted his lips against your forehead and stood straight. Dragging Joel’s jeans down as your knuckles brushed up against the hair on Joel’s thighs, gravity stopping Joel’s jeans when they stop at his ankles, your hand wraps the shaft of his cock. You slowly wrap your lips around the tip of Joel’s cock, and you hear him exhale in pleasure.

Slowly pushing your head down the shaft of Joel’s cock, lips wrapped tight, you feel the veins trace the skin of your lips as the head of Joel’s cock press into the back of your throat. A groan of pleasure escapes Joel’s lips as you back your head up. You push your head forward and back leisurely, and you can tell the pace makes Joel go crazy. His member in your mouth kept throbbing against the roof of your mouth. Suddenly, your pace went a little faster; you looked up and noticed Joel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands were in tight fists, his knuckles threatening to pop out from his hand. The taste of salt fell upon your tongue as you backed your head up from Joel’s cock. A line of spit mixed with precum connecting from your mouth to the tip of Joel’s cock was made apparent, eventually dropping onto the ground below you as you wrapped your hand around Joel’s cock and started pumping his shaft.

The moans escaping Joel’s lips were music to your ears as your moans were to Joel. “Fuck, baby. Y’so good at that. Those boys are so fuckin’ stupid.” His southern drawl causes summersaults in your stomach. Sliding your mouth back onto Joel’s cock, a deep moan escapes his lips as your lips were at a quick pace, your hands planted on Joel’s thighs, the hair on his thighs pressed up against your hand as the tip of Joel’s cock kept hitting the back of your throat.

Moans, grunts, whines, and whimpers were all escaping from Joel’s lips, his hands holding onto your head as his hips humped into your head, his cock pressing deeper – causing you to gag a couple of times. Your nose kept poking into where Joel’s pubic hair rested; the scent was intoxicating, causing your cock to leak with precum below you.

Suddenly, Joel held your head – your throat grasping around his cock, causing you to gag more. Slobber escaping your mouth as with each inhale through your nose – resting on Joel’s hairy patch made it impossible to exhale without gagging. Your palms were getting sweaty against Joel’s meaty thighs, the hair on his legs feeling nonexistent against your slippery hands.

His hands slide your head back, and lines of spit connect from his cock to your top and bottom lips. Deep inhales and exhales leave your body as you watch Joel slightly shudder. His cock glistened in your spit, throbbing. Sweat littered Joel’s hairy chest and forehead; you swallowed the spit in the back of your throat from your excessive breathing. Your forehead felt heavy with sweat as you looked up at Joel; he slid his hand up his forehead, pushing the curls that had stuck to his forehead. “Fuck, sorry, baby. Y’mouth is so fuckin’ addictin’.”

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet, Joel,” You spoke, disregarding his apology. Quickly eager to show Joel what you meant, you pick up his cock and slide your tongue on the underside of Joel’s shaft. Lapping your tongue against his veins, you could hear Joel praise you from above. “So fuckin’ perfect, who wouldn’t want to treat you right?”

Bringing your tongue slowly down to make Joel squirm, you feel his body Joel a little bit as you are still holding his cock in your hand; you place your mouth around his ball sack and lightly suck on one of them. “OH, FUCK!” Joel groaned. Joel’s body felt like jelly – incapable of holding himself up; Joel hadn’t felt this level of pleasure before, from anything he’s ever fucked before. “You like that, baby?” You asked. “Yes,” Joel gritted his teeth. “God, I love it s’much.” Backing your mouth up, you stroke Joel’s cock and watch Joel hold his head back and moans escaping his lips. Bending down, Joel places his hands between the fold of your armpits and picks you up from your knees.

Planting his lips against yours, the kiss you shared between the two of you felt hungry, Lips mashing against each other, teeth clashing against each other. Joel’s arms holding you tightly against his torso. Joel was fucking starving for you as his lips were latching against your cheeks, jawline, against the skin of your neck. That feeling of Joel’s teeth against your neck made you know Joel was marking you as his. Your nails drag against Joel’s soft curls as you enjoy Joel’s mouth, bringing his head up back against your lips. Sweat from Joel’s chest was seeping through your shirt. You wanted to take it off to feel Joel’s skin against yours. Backing your head away from Joel’s, his head following suit as he watches you attempt to take your shirt off.

Holding the hem of your shirt, Joel helps you slide your shirt off your head, wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck, him wrapping his arms against your lower back. The warmth of each other’s bodies radiated against each other. Your cocks rubbed against each other; the warmth you both shared was hot enough to blow the roof off your bedroom. This experience felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Backing his head away from your lips, you notice a look of dominance in Joel’s eyes, which darken as he opens his mouth to speak. “Get on that bed, so I can fuck you the way you, a good boy like you should be fucked.”

“But, what if I’ve been a bad boy?” You tease.

Leaning his head toward your ear. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”

“Get on that fuckin’ bed,” Joel commanded. You listened to Joel, letting your arms go from around his neck, your knees bent on the bed, as you pushed yourself to land your head where your pillow rested, your back collided with the soft cloud-like material. You watched Joel climb on the bed, stopping as he was positioned right between your legs. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”

Compiling to what Joel commanded, your ankle rested on Joel’s broad shoulder. A line of spit leaves Joel’s mouth and connects to the tip of his cock, rubbing the spit to lube up his cock. Slowly leaning over you, one next to your head, fingers spread apart. Joel moves his hand from the tip to his shaft as he starts to tease you – making you shudder in anticipation.

Moving his cock to poke your hole makes you yearn for him every slight push into you. Hisses escaped your gritted teeth as you craved to feel good. “Joel, can you please fuck me?”

“Nuh uh, bad boys don’t get to beg,” Joel grinned.

Joel had let go of his length and placed his other hand next to the other side of your head. His hips were grinding into you, making you gasp and make your spine chill. Joel’s cock kept rubbing up against your sensitive tip, making you physically shudder and making your cock feel like it was about to burst. “I can tell how much you love this. M’cock grinding up against yours before I get you pregnant.” Your breath hitched as Joel’s voice made you want him more – you’ve never wanted anyone this bad before.

“Joel, please. I need you.”

“How bad do you need me, sweetheart?” Joel growled into your ear.

“So fuckin’ much, it's unbearable.”

“Well then, are you going to be my good boy?’

Nodding your head, you shut your eyes and licked your lips in anticipation. You notice that your ankle comes off Joel’s shoulder and collides with the mattress. You feel his lips press against yours briefly as you open your eyes and see Joel’s brown orbs looking into yours before he opens his mouth to speak. “Well, I can’t keep my good boy waitin’.” Looking in between your bodies, Joel adjusts his cock; you feel it press into you for a split second. He looks back up to you, “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I am,” You answer.

Joel slowly pushes in, and you feel the tip agonizingly stretch you out. Your moans rattle the walls next to you both. “Does it hurt, baby?” You shake your head, denying Joel’s question. His shaft is halfway in before he pulls out fast. You gasp before breathing heavily. “Damn, baby. Y’so fuckin’ tight,” Joel commented. Once again, Joel slides his cock into you, making your moans more intense than before. Halfway in, Joel rocks his hips back and forth slowly into you. Your eyes snapped shut intensely, straining your eyelids. The pain was starting to feel good, too good.

“Is this okay, baby?”

Opening your eyes, you notice the concern in Joel’s eyes. He looked so sweet, caring, and compassionate; you’ve always seen him like that growing up. “Yes, Joel. It’s okay,” You smile. Leaning down to kiss you, Joel’s hips still rocking into your hole, moans exiting your mouth and entering Joel’s. Feeling Joel slowly stretch you out felt indescribable; it felt good, but you did want Joel to go faster. “Joel,” You moan against Joel’s mouth. “Yes, baby?”

Joel backs up to hear you properly. Before you could get a word out to Joel, one push further in, and you feel the base of Joel’s cock clap into you, which echoes throughout the room. Joel realizes what this means; a sly grin appears on Joel’s lips. “Hold that thought, doll,” Joel commanded.

His pace was faster and rougher. Claps rang throughout the room with each thrust, like an audience applauding at the end of a play. Your hands gripped the sheets or ran your hand down Joel’s back while Joel had his hand on the headboard. It felt like Joel had read your mind at that moment, knowing that you wanted more and that he would give it to you. “I can tell y’wanted this before you even said it, baby. Could hear ya screamin’ at me to fuck you harder.’

“Y’wanted this, didn’t ya?” Joel grunted.

“God, yes, Joel. I’ve wanted something like this for so long, begging for it. This feels fucking amazing.”

“I’can say the same about this boy pussy of yours, grippin’ onto me so tight, it doesn’t want to let go, and I don’t think I want it to.” You bring your hands up to Joel’s back and dig your nails into his sleek skin; an exhale leaves Joel’s mouth as the pain settles in, but it subsides.

“Mark me, baby. Make me yours.”

Your nails drag down Joel’s back until you reach the small of Joel’s back. Joel bows his head, grabs your chin, and smashes his lips against yours, but his thrusts stop. You don’t feel anything warm inside you, so you know he didn’t cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Joel lifts you for a second so you can get up from the sheets below you. Noticing Joel starts to lay himself down, you quickly move your hands on the mattress to keep yourself from crashing into Joel. You still feel Joel’s cock inside you as his hips start to lift up and down.

That time when you complained about only being in one position with a guy, Joel did hear you and was giving you something you wanted.

“Sorry for the sudden stop, wanted to fuck you more.”

Backing your head up, you watched as Joel bore his teeth and started to fuck you senselessly. Wrapping his arms tight around your lower back. Your nails dug into the soft material under your sweaty palms; you could feel the fibers begin to tear a bit. “You like this, don’t ya, baby? Being fucked like the sluts I’ve seen you watch on your phone.”

“Craving to be them, wanting someone to fuck you till you can’t feel your legs no more, huh?”

“Yes.” You whined.

“Wantin’ someone as strong and big as those guys you watch to be able to fill your sweet, tight, boy pussy with hot cum.”

Nodding your head. “Mhmm.”

“Well, I’m here. I’m gonna satisfy your needs, your aches, your cravings for you to be filled with cum. If anyone else tries. I’ll gladly show them who can treat you better and fuck you in front of them, understood, baby.”

“Mhmm.”

Joel’s hand connects with your ass, a hard smack against it; a cry leaves your mouth. “I need a fuckin’ yes, boy.”

“Yes, Joel, yes.” You whined.

You felt something move from inside you. You see, Joel looks to wear your cock, but he’s looking in between you both. “You feel my cock twitchin’ inside you, doll? You want me to cum inside you?” “Yes,” You quickly answer and nod. “You’re leakin’ all over my stomach, baby; you wanna cum too?”

You whimper out an answer. “Then, I better give my boy what he wants.”

Joel slides his cock out of you and lays you on your stomach as he comes up from behind you and slowly teases you. You feel his cock glide between the bends of your ass cheeks, feelings his balls press into them. “Damn, your ass is achin’ f’me right now. I will give you what you deserve, boy.”

That feeling of being stretched out came back as you rested your forehead on the bed. Joel’s hands dug into your skin; each push of his length made your moans push out of you more. It was like your body was in heat — Joel’s heat. He was an animal in heat when it came to you. Nodding your head, you felt Joel’s hand on your throat and his lips against your ear — his mustache tickling it. “I’m so –thrust– close to – cummin’ inside this tight ass of yours, baby. Do you want my cum to swim inside you?”

“Yes, Joel. I fuckin’ do.”

“Then let me give you what you deserve.” Backing his head up, Joel dug into your skin like he was kneading dough; his thrusts were rough, almost splitting you in half. You could feel his cock throb inside you as you felt your shaft pulsating. You knew you were about to cum. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, baby. I don’t wanna stop after I cum in you.” “Joel, I’m so close. Keep going.”

“Fuck,” Joel growled. “I love it when you beg like that.”

His pace was going faster, and it felt the tip of your cock felt like it was going to explode with your cum. “Fuck, Joel. I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, baby. Me too.’

“Here it comes,” Joel gritted his teeth.

With one final push, you feel your cum shoot out onto the sheets below you, and you also feel Joel’s cum swim inside you. Light breaths are escaping both of you as you feel Joel slide his cock out of you; a squelching sound is heard as Joel’s cock finally dislodges from your hole. A sigh of relief exits Joel’s mouth as he connects his back to the bed. Turning your neck, you see Joel — soft cock against his stomach as you see his chest dip and rise from the breaths he’s taking.

Picking yourself up from your position, you lay down next to Joel, your head resting on his sweaty, hairy chest. Joel’s arm wraps around you as he pulls you closer to him.

“So, was that everything you’ve ever wanted?” Joel questioned.

Nodding your head against his chest. “Yeah, and better than what I could imagine.”

Joel chuckles at your statement, and you join him. Once the laughter dies down, a realization hits him like a bag of bricks. “Y’know, for a moment, I forgot that you’re running off to college without me. Followin’ those dreams and gettin’ your degree.”

“Joel,” You start.

“Havin’ a life, a career, findin’ someone who will love you as much as I do.”

“Joel,” You repeat.

“Havin’ kids of your own, playin’ with their own action figures or dolls, and I’ll be at the bottom of some —”

“JOEL.”

Joel jumped at your sudden outburst; he was looking at you instead of the ceiling. He saw you staring at him; he felt frightened but safe simultaneously. You suddenly straddle his lap, his hands on your waist, molding his hands onto you. “You’re coming with me to college.”

“W-what?” Joel smiled. “When did you come to that decision?”

“When you gave the most beautiful profession of love when I was on your lap, it made me realize something.” Joel awaited your realization, but he couldn’t lie; you sitting naked on his lap like that, faces inches away from each other, he was starting to get horny again. “I know you can never be real, but that’s okay; it sucks that we won’t grow old together, but you’ll always be there for me, and if I do meet someone, you’ll always be the first person I’ve ever loved, Joel.”

A smile appeared on Joel’s face; you couldn’t tell if sweat or a tear was falling from Joel’s eye when he quickly rolled you on your back and was inches away from you. His smell was intoxicating; the sweat mixed with lust made your cock twitch like crazy. “You’re such a softie, y’know that?” Joel quoted.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” You quoted.

“Now, how do you feel about one more round?” Joel questioned.

“Well, everyone will be out for a while.”

“Should I take my time?”

“Joel, fuckin’ show me a good time.”

“Okay, my good boy, lemme show you a good time,” Joel states, kissing your lips. Feeling the love from Joel’s kisses, you realize you didn’t need anyone to love you as much as Joel did, and you were fine with that. You didn’t care that he wasn’t real; he felt he was real to you, and that’s all you need.

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