#hot tub heat exchanger

[clean-renewable-energy-limited]

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[suempu]

Looooving the Laios content!!!! If you have any nsfw headcanons for him we would love to hear those too👀

<3 i tried to keep it as gn as possible. reader is on the receiving end

laios wouldn’t really be interested in sexual things unless you ask him about it.

getting intimate with him would have to happen at random or unplanned.

he’s really just content with kissing and hugging you, he’s never once thought of sex. one kiss is enough to get him so high and happy.

please makeout with this man, it gets him going. he loves your lips, the way you hum into his mouth, and the gentle caresses you leave on his arm while you do.

your first makeout session gets him hard. normally, you two only exchange sweet kisses and touches, so he was shocked when you decided to crawl over his lap to hold his face better.

his mind explodes from there.

he’s a whimperer, please guys agree with me on this. a lot of quiet gasps and surprised voice cracks are gonna come out of him.

“mmf… nghh… mMph-!”

he loves it when you tug on his hair, when your fingers dig into his roots and firmly pulling it back while you grind down at him.

laios likes putting his hands around your body, he embraces you while moaning into your mouth, eager for more of your taste.

dont get me started with the whole “taste” thing.

this man loves to eat, we all know that. but he loves to eat you.

the first time is awkward, as he’s not sure where he’s allowed to touch you and he’s quite hesitant.

“i just… don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“laios, i’ll tell you if i don’t like it, okay?

you’re both learning each other’s bodies, and after much reassurance he leans in and nips at your neck.

he’s a… mouthy person. loves sucking on your skin, biting your ear (gently of course), moaning into your shoulder. one thing he loves to do, which isn’t inherently sexual, is to wrap his arms around you while nosing and kissing the skin between your jaw to your shoulder.

he trails his lips all over you, making you giggle and moan at the same time. he just likes feeling you out tbh

laios is def girthy, nothing extreme, just a bit thicker than you’d realize. he’s kind of shy at first, no one has ever seen him like this so he doesn’t know if he’s considered “sexy” or attractive

until now, he paid no mind to his body, didn’t care if people found him hot or anything, but he’s suddenly embarrassed when its you.

“i-is it good enough…?”

“you’re literally bigger than 4 of my fingers combined.”

but yes, please praise this man. tell him you love him and that he’s beautiful.

laios eats up the praise, he has a dopey smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. he loves knowing that he can satisfy you, it makes him feel fulfilled.

once you actually get to it, his body was trembling from the heat and warmth. he moans shakily while nuzzling his face into your hair, murmuring about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

he’s really loud. he’ll moan in your ear with no hesitation and you tease him about it afterwards.

aftercare with him is comfy and cozy. you both are spent as you cuddle into each other, basking in the afterglow.

he has such a loving gaze, he looks so much like a big puppy that it makes your heart melt.

“that… was really good.” he sighs, lips nuzzled into your hair. pulling back from his chest, you rub his cheeks as you relax into the pillows, staring up at him with a smug face. “i can tell. with the way you came after 10 seconds.”

“please don’t.” he groans.

don’t worry, after a few times he will memorize all the sensitive spots in your body and get you to cum a thousand more.

laios has good stamina and he can go for at least 2 or 3 more rounds. if you’re too tired, he’ll use his remaining energy to carry you to the bathroom and wash you both off.

will unintentionally get hard while he’s cleaning you, so please forgive him for that. he’s just really attracted to you lmao

“next time maybe you can try pulling my hair.” you lean back against his chest in the tub. “or maybe a tug?”

“i don’t know… i wouldn’t wanna accidentally hurt you.”

“……”

“…”

“laios are you hard right now?”

“i’m sorry.”

after that, you both will have a relaxing routine of drying each other’s hair and brushing your teeth before sleeping.

laios is eager to learn more about your body and he’s genuinely excited to figure out what gets you going. 100/10 lover, he can’t wait to go again.

[formulawolff]

night swim - t.w.

pairing: nanny!reader x single dad!toto wolff

word count: 1.5k

warnings: poorly translated german, age gap relationship, inappropriate work relationships, oral (f! receiving), boundaries being crossed, pet names (lots of pet names ok), cursing, toto being a munch, yadayadayada

"do you mind if i join you?"

the words are low, thick with his accent as you glance over your shoulder. the heat from the water seeps into your muscles, bubbles foaming at the surface as the jets run, creating tiny currents.

"i don't mind!" you chirp, "the more, the merrier!"

toto wolff, team principal of the mercedes-amg petronas formula one team stands behind you, peeling off the heather gray tee that clung to his frame. he's careful with his movements, ensuring that he does not make too much noise as he strolls over to the ladder.

he steps in, bliss rippling across his face as the warmth envelops his exposed skin. he settles in the tub merely a few feet across from you, his broad shoulders leaning against the edge.

"now, this is nice. i can see why you've been coming out here these last few nights."

bringing your hand to your mouth, you stifle a giggle, "never been in a hot tub before, mr. wolff?"

"please," he rolls his eyes, tutting, "call me toto."

"well toto," you emphasize his name, clicking your tongue, "my question still stands."

when you were offered to accompany mr. wolff and the kids for a weekend getaway in the mountains surrounding zermatt, how could you have refused? especially when it was made very clear that mr. wolff was going to cover all of your expenses. while you profusely stated he did not have to, he was adamant that he was going to. along with your typical payment for assisting with any and every one of the children's needs.

oh, the perks of nannying for a billionaire.

since it was around midnight, the kids were asleep, leaving you two as the only ones awake. the hot tub was spacious, but it was still cozy, only a few feet between you and the team principal. all around, hanging lights glowed, casting a soft golden light over the water.

additionally, there was a privacy fence surrounding the tub, shielding you from the frosted windows of the cabin. it was the perfect relaxation spot, as you could lounge here in the evenings after putting jack to bed and checking on rosa and benedict.

well, now that toto found you, it had disturbed your little quiet haven.

yet, you didn't mind, leaning over the edge of the tub to place your book down. since you didn't know much about the team principal, this was the perfect opportunity. perhaps you could learn a thing or two.

it went without saying that toto was a mysterious man. due to his hectic schedule, you did not encounter him much. most of the time, they were brief exchanges as he came home from work-related events, or when he came by to pick up the kids from susie.

these exchanges were completely cordial, his tone nothing but polite as you greeted him. however, now that awkwardness politeness was dissolving by the second, the team principal in close proximity.

"i have participated in my fair share of hot springs and such," he shrugs, "but this is sort of a rare occasion. i don't get out much, but i'm sure you know that."

"you seem like a very busy man," laughter bubbles up in your chest, spilling from your lips, "how is the season going? jack told me he was excited to see lewis next weekend."

at the mention of lewis, as in lewis hamilton, toto's lips curve into a broad grin, "the season is going well. there have been some hiccups, but nothing we can't handle. but enough about me, i'm sure the kids tell you all about their father. i want to get to know you."

"me?" you raise a brow, "oh toto, there is nothing interesting about me. i promise."

"nothing interesting about a gorgeous woman like you?" your heart skips a beat as he crosses the space between you, only inches apart now, "surely there's something. what else do you do besides nannying?"

"taking care of your children is the only interesting thing about me i'm afraid."

"do you have a boyfriend?" toto presses, his hands cupping the edge of the tub, pinning you to the cool surface, "surely you have a boyfriend. you're far too pretty to be walking around single."

"oh toto," you murmur, the notes so sweet and angelic, "nannying is my top priority. ensuring that your children are safe, happy, and well taken of is what i devote most of my time towards. i don't have time for boyfriends."

"good girl," he hums, "that's a good answer. you're far too pretty for most of these boys anyway."

good girl.

the way the praise fell so effortlessly from his lips sends a shiver down your spine.

"so what are you saying?" tilting your head back, your gaze finds his, your lips pursing ever so slightly.

"i'm saying you need a man," his mouth hovers above yours, the words dripping with lust, "you need a man to take care of you."

"oh do i?" you tease, "do i need a man like you, mr. wolff?"

fuck.

were you oh so tantalizing in this moment.

toto knew he shouldn't. he knew the stakes involved. he was well aware of the risks that came with this.

yet, you were so fucking tempting in that little number.

and he just couldn't resist.

not for a second longer.

lips crash into yours, steady hands cupping the curves of your ass, lifting you to the edge of the tub. you nearly teeter, but he holds you firmly, the fiery kiss sucking the air out of your lungs. the veins in his muscular forearms are prominent as he keeps you situated on that edge, your thighs spreading, inviting him in.

a whine rises in your throat as his tongue licks along your lower lip, begging for entrance. you let him in, hips bucking as the kisses deepen, your arms wrapping around his neck.

the kisses are passionate, fueled by lust. almost as if the team principal was wolf, ready to pounce.

and you were his prey.

his innocent, angelic, stunning, prey.

the cooler air has your nipples hardened, yet you were hot to the touch, desperate for some sort of relief to the burning desire consuming you whole as his mouth descends, pressing sloppy kisses down your neck, onto your collarbone.

"toto," you groan, head rolling back as fingers wrap around the fabric of your bikini top, his warm mouth enveloping your nipple. his tongue flicks back and forth, earning a series of mewls from you.

"what is it?" he nearly pants, "what do you need?"

"you."

"is that right?" he coos, glancing upward, "you need a man like me to take care of you?"

"yes," you nod, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "please."

"oh i will," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "i'll take care of you, angel. don't you fret."

his mouth reconnects with the plane of your stomach, the taste salt lingering on his tongue from the water. you squirm as he finds your dripping core, his tongue teasing your swollen clit through the fabric of your bottoms.

"so, so beautiful," he murmurs, his breath fanning against your inner thighs, "like an angel from the heavens above."

his fingers hook the hem of your bottoms, pulling them aside as he comes face-to-face with your weeping cunt. carefully, his tongue treads along your slick folds, a moan ringing out into the night.

your fingers tangle in his dampened locks, tugging at the roots as his eyes drift upward.

the emotion bursting within those depths is indescribable. it was almost as if a man was brought to his knees at the altar, ready to worship and praise the divine. as if a man was catching his first glimpse at a piece of pure art.

yet, the once bright mocha gaze was now dimmed, hardened into a near obsidian hue by the spell that had taken ahold.

"ride my tongue," the words vibrate against you, "i need to feel it. need to taste you."

yet, as you begin to roll those hips, a familiar cry floods your ears.

"papaaaa! hase!"

jack.

"fuck," toto curses, wiping his lower lip, "i guess i should go check out what he needs, hmm? or isn't that your job?"

"he called for his papa first," you tease, sticking out your tongue, "i can go help him back to bed though. he probably just had a nightmare."

"hase?" his brows furrow as you swim across the tub, stepping onto the ladder, "why does he call you bunny?"

"it's a long story," you wave a hand, treading up the steps, "i need to go do my job. also, my fingers are getting all pruney. we may want to continue this somewhere else."

"well," toto follows in suit, slapping your ass, "i think we'll continue this in my room. if you don't mind."

"you better hope i don't fall asleep with jack," you scoff, wrapping a towel around your frame.

"oh hase, don't fret. i'll just carry you out of that bed and into mine."

[jellys-compendium]

Steam

A Nanami Kento x F!Reader Oneshot

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Nanami Kento x F!Reader Summary: You and Nanami decompress after a stressful day with some intimate private time in the bath. Cw: smut, passionate/vanilla sex, bathtub sex, groping, p in v sex, some l-bombs Word Count: 1.6K A/n: It's insane that I am so thirsty for this man and this is my first Nanami smut. Here's to many more!

The hot steam billows around the both of you as you and your partner sink into the warm water of the bathtub. The sensation is a relief to your weary body and mind after a long and arduous day, and you cannot help but melt into the embrace of the man now lounging behind you in the tub. 

Nanami Kento’s gentle chuckle tickles along your collarbone as you lay your head on his shoulder. His broad chest supports your smaller frame with ease, his hefty arms relaxing along the rim. In that moment, you are reminded of those marble statues of gods, both paradoxically soft yet sturdy. 

“You look like a kitten in a sunbeam.”

You smile. Well, that stands to reason, considering you feel just as content as one. In Nanami’s arms you know you are safe, cherished, and loved. There are very few times where you feel you can let your guard down like this, where you can completely surrender your fragile trust to someone without worry. It’s liberating and emotionally cathartic and it’s all because of him. Nanami Kento is the love of your life, and every second with him is a second you treasure.

Reciprocating your smile, Nanami presses a tender kiss to your forehead. His large hands slip down from their resting place and below the water’s surface. You inhale a soft little breath when you feel him cup the sides of your body, those powerful hands landing on your ample hips before gently massaging them. 

Nanami’s touches are often slow, his fingers always a gentle caress of silent reverence that you are irresistibly drawn to. You instinctively seek out more, moaning softly as Nanami’s hands glide up your sides tenderly before drifting towards your chest and gently grasping your breasts.

You gasp at his touch, arching and turning your mouth to meet his own. Nanami releases a deep, content sigh as he claims your lips, his hands becoming possessive as they firmly squeeze at your flesh.

“That’s it darling,” Nanami groans against your lips, pressing slow and passionate kisses to your mouth as he savors the sensation of your body responding to him so openly and sweetly. 

“Let yourself go.”

“Kento.”

The wanton whisper of his name from your lips stirs the blonde sorcerer’s desire further. Nanami kisses you with unrestrained hunger, tongue plunging into your mouth as his hands grope and play with your puckered nipples.

Feeling so deliciously at his mercy, you return Nanami’s kisses eagerly, whimpering lustfully against his lips as your hands clasp against his thick and hardened thighs that surround and cushion you from the hardness of the tub. Your greedy fingers dig into his flesh as you desperately strain closer, feverishly desiring not a single inch of space between you and him. 

With each passing second of being pampered by Nanami’s passionate ministrations, your body’s aching need for him grows and grows, until you are nothing but a quivering and begging mess—grinding your ass against his hardening cock as you beg for him to touch you in the place you need him most.

With a groan, Nanami releases you, and you make quick work of sitting up and turning yourself around to face him.

Buzzed and love drunk, the two of you exchange lingering glances before you surrender your body weight against him. Nanami sucks in a breath as you press all of your sensual curves against the wet heat of his sturdy frame. He cups your face and sensually guides your mouth to his once more.

As you luxuriate in Nanami’s kiss, your hand traces down his abdomen, gently brushing along the curls of his happy trail before finding his hardening cock. You wrap your fingers around him and a sweet little pulse of pleasure courses through your core at the sound of Nanami’s erotic sigh reverberating along the bathroom tiles. 

You gently bite his lip then swirl your tongue into Nanami’s mouth in tandem with your firm strokes of his shaft, delighting in the shuddering wave that overcomes him as he slowly becomes fully erect in your hand. It’s not long before he’s twitching in your grasp, thick and hot and so ready to be inside you.

“Make love to me.”

Nanami’s hazel eyes meet yours, the silent exchange that passes between the two of you a testament to the love and trust you both share. Without hesitation, Nanami pulls you fully onto his lap, angling your hips so that your sex presses flush against his.

“Are you ready, darling? Need me to prepare you first?”

You shake your head, knowing full well that despite his impressive size you are aroused enough to be able to take him in all at once. Proving your point, you angle your hips just enough to slip the tip of him inside your entrance. Then, cupping his own face just like he did yours, you kiss him as you slowly sink all the way down.

Nanami’s moan is a sweet and deep rumble, his hands coming up to steady your hips and help you along as you slowly start to grind on him. With each blissful movement, your combined moans evaporate in the steam as the water in the tub starts to ripple and shift.

“So tight,” Nanami pants against flushed skin. “Pushing yourself like always.”

You jolt as Nanami’s firm fingers land on your clit. A rare little grin passes his features as he gently grasps the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Can’t have you straining yourself, love. Not when you’re supposed to be relaxing after a long day.”

“But I want to make you feel good.” You pant, raising your hips so that you can start to thrust down on him. Nanami is so big inside you, making you feel so good and so full as he takes up all the space you have to spare.

“You’ve had a long day too.”

Your sorcerer presses another soft kiss to your lips.

“I know and thank you. But I would feel better knowing that you’re comfortable too.”

All movement stops, your body’s eager thrusting halted by Nanami’s powerful hold. Even when he is being gentle, you can feel the incredible strength that Nanami possesses. 

“Kento?”

Nanami hums as his hands wrap around to cup your ass.

“Hold on.”

You do, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and your legs around his waist as Nanami gets up from the bath.

While seeming mundane, it truly is a remarkable feat to be able to get out of the bath with you like this without him slipping. But much like a boulder, Nanami has always been sturdy in both mind and body. And despite the fact that he may be stiff and a little awkward sometimes, he is the one person you can always rely on. The only other soul on this earth that you can trust.

And god, do you love him beyond all other things. In the deepest part of you, you know that you’d scorch the earth for Nanami Kento.

Holding you securely in his arms, Nanami sits on the side of the tub, somehow managing to keep his cock inside your tight warmth as he adjusts you on his lap. The sensation of the hot bath water trickling down your bodies coupled with the steamy yet chilled air outside of the warm water starts to affect you.

You shiver and snuggle closer to Nanami’s brazen warmth. He wraps his arms around you, littering kisses across the apples of your cheeks as he holds you flush against him.

“Stay close to me,” Nanami murmurs softly. “I’ll keep you warm.”

He always has. 

So graciously warm despite the stoic demeanour he displays in the public eye. In the private sanctity of your shared home, Nanami has always shown you nothing but kindness and warmth. He’s patient and he listens to you, no matter how frivolous your words may seem. He takes care of you and expresses his gratitude when you take care of him in kind.

You can’t imagine ever going a day without Nanami’s soft laughter, his rare little smiles, or his whispered words of adoration. 

You kiss him, but this kiss is not one of lust or passion.

“I love you.”

Shutting his eyes at your words, Nanami starts to slowly grind up into you, holding you close and helping to keep you steady as you start to bounce on his lap. The wet sounds of your joining fill and echo through the bathroom.

“I love you too,” Nanami rasps, hazel eyes opening to capture yours in a heated exchange. Neither of you break eye contact as the desperation in your grinding against the other intensifies. The burning pleasure ransacking your body reaches its breaking point, and you whimper, pressing your lips to his.

“I love you, Kento. So much, I—" 

You groan, arching up into him as Nanami’s pounding thrusts from below steal your breath. The muscles beneath your quivering body tense, and his breath escapes him in choked, passionate gasps. He’s so close, and you know exactly how to make him reach his peak.

Forcing your weight down on him, you take Nanami’s length as deep as you can. Nanami grunts, teeth scraping along your jaw as you squeeze down on the fat cock that has bottomed out inside you.

“K-kento I–I love you. A-always.” Your voice trembles from the euphoria of his touch, his scent, his heat, his love. 

With one more thrust, you and Nanami simultaneously reach your peaks. Tongues entwining and hands grasping, you both desperately try to get more of the other in spite of being as close as two human beings could ever possibly be. You hold onto one another for dear life, then as your orgasms so sweetly subside, so does the weariness from the day. 

It disappears into the air, fading like steam.

dividers by @/saradika

[luvfy0dor]

“Let's Cool Down" ♡⁠˖” ; Seasonal Scenarios! ੈ✩‧₊˚ Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Warnings; None

Description; Vacation house activities with Chuuya!

A/n; Lately I've been starting to utilize my queue. Also I think I'm flopping because I pick whack ass times to post. But anyways, there are some parts in this where I am just yapping away tbh

★ Chuuya likes sitting in a hot tub with his partner, a glass of wine sitting on the edge while he talks with you. He also likes late night ocean swims and teasing you.

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The soft feeling of the hot tubs jets against your back almost made you shiver. It felt nicer than you remembered from the other day and gave you a bit of a pleasant surprise as you settled down on one of the built in seats, your lover sitting right across from you. He gave you a relaxed smile, which you returned as you let your feet float up into his lap. One of his hands rested on your ankle, the other holding onto the wine glass he brought with him. His lips became stained with the red liquid as he sipped on it, the soft glow cascading onto his skin from the fairy lights decorating the gazebo of the vacation home. He had rented it out in hopes of relaxing with you for a few days, relatively limited on vacation time because of the nature of his job.

"Is it comfortable?" He asks, his voice as soft as the sound of the bubbles coming from the hot tub's jets. You hum, nodding your head as you made yourself comfortable in the body of warm water. The ocean was visible from the homes porch, the soft waves crashing onto the shore with the moon reflecting onto them. It added to the comforting atmosphere the two of you had created with one another. He held out his glass before speaking and breaking the vocal silence. "Do you want a sip?" He asked. You shook your head in denial briefly. "I'm alright, thank you." You said with a small smile. His arm retracted and brought the drink to his lips. "You were starin' at me so I thought you might want some. Is something on your mind?" The way he cared for your well-being and simply tried to make you feel better even at the slightest signs of discomfort, real or imaginary, made your heart warm a little. "No, sorry, I just zoned out." You reassured him.

He smiled at you and reached out to hold your hand under the water. Your conversations over the next minutes were occupied by plans of the coming days and memories of similar activities. As you talked with one another, exchanging small laughs and giggles, you could feel your body heating up. That and the scent of the chlorine could make you light headed. You couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy and as though your body had become lighter and more buoyant in the water. Chuuya noticed this again and took your hand, gently pulling you upward. "You look like your heatin' up, darlin'.." he says, pulling you closer to his body and stroking your back gently. "Yeah, I definitely am" you say, taking a deep breath and laughing a bit.

"I know something that could cool ya' down." He says, looking over your shoulder at the dark ocean. Your gaze followed his as your turned your head and upper body. "Hmm...is that really the best idea? I mean, it's really dark- and you know, the winds already cooling me down pretty well." You say while turning back to him. He nods and grabs your hands gently, interlocking both of your fingers. "Well yeah, but it could be fun! Do you really think I'd ever let my darlin' get swept away by the ocean?" He asks, a small grin on his face. You playfully roll your eyes and step out of the hot tub, your boyfriend following suit. The both of you walk down to the start of the sandy beach, him grabbing your hand and running down towards the water. You stumbled at first, but eventually we're able to keep up with him, both of you eventually getting to the water and being forced to slow down. You went in to your knees before your initial running came to a halt.

"Do you feel any cooler?" Chuuya asks, his lips tugged into a loving grin as he scooped some water up in his hands and splashed it at you. You laughed and splashed him back, yours was a lot more forceful, making him back up a bit with a chuckle. "A lot cooler!" You say, talking over the loud sound of the waves. The deeper the two of you went out, the closer you stayed to him. The waves were now crashing against your waist, Chuuyas grip on you allowing his ability to keep you upright and from being toppled over. The wind blew through his long hair and the moon draped a beautiful glow over his pale skin. He looked so gorgeous. He rotated his body to face you, his wet and dripping hand emerging from the water to gently cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek bone as his face got closer to yours. "You're so... indescribable." He mumbles, pulling you in for a gentle kiss on the lips. Your cheeks heated up as you kept him close with your hand on the back of his neck.

You only broke the kiss for a couple of seconds at a time, pulling each other right back in. You could feel Chuuyas smile plastered on his lips against yours while they moved together. He squeezed your hip through there swimwear before his hand slid over the curve of your ass before lifting you up. You gasped briefly in surprise but you quickly adjusted through breathy laughs. Your hands were on his cheeks as you both kept eachother close. He pulled away after a moment and started to let you down before dropping you completely. You fell into the water and could already hear his laughter while submerged. You quickly resurfaced, your hair and entire body soaked now in the cold liquid. You wiped the salt water from your eyes before playfully smacking him on the shoulder. "You can't just drop me like that, Chuuya!" You say through snickers and deep breaths. He rubs your back, while simultaneously guiding you back closer to the shore, both of you grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm real sorry, can you forgive me?" He asks, holding you close. You place your pointer finger on your chin, pretending to be deep in thought over the matter. "I guess." You tease, leaning into his side lovingly. He smiles and kisses your cheek. "Thanks my love, you know I would never intentionally do such a thing." He says with a smirk. You just roll your eyes and nod along. "Totally."

[rigginsstreet]

I need more fics about billy and Steve moving into a trailer together; whether it be hoppers old one or they get one in the trailer park so billy can stay close to max and Susan incase anything happens.

And Steve just wanted to get out of his parents house and start building a life of his own, but turns out he can’t afford much on a video rental store salary and he needs a roommate so with robin off at college, billy it is.

And billy keeps telling him “you sure you can handle this? Gonna be a lot of differences from that big ol house of yours” and Steve’s like “yes I can handle it it’s four walls and a roof what more do I need”

The answer is a lot. Steve is NOT cut out for trailer living but he’s also too stubborn to throw in the towel and move back home so. It’s just a lot of complaining in his end. That’s there’s not enough space in the bathroom for his and billys shit. That the heat is always broken and he’s freezing his ass off in the cold months (billys constantly fixing the ac system, amongst other shit around the trailer). And Steve misses his pool. At least the hot tub. The hot tub was so useful in the winter…

But for all his bitching and moaning he does like actually coming home to the smell of billys cooking. Most nights they sit on the couch with a tray in front of the tv but sometimes billy feels fancy and sets up dinner on the tiny table in what passes for their dining room (it’s just a space to the side of the kitchen). And Steve does enjoy that when the heater goes out in the middle of the night, he and billy end up huddling together out in the living room under all their blankets, falling asleep in their combined warmth. And he does like hearing billy sing Metallica off key in the shower in the morning while he’s brushing his teeth getting ready for work

And he likes how they kiss for the first time while they’re both in a rush to get out the door for work, still hazy from sleep and in a frenzy trying not to be late, not giving it a second thought when they give each other a quick peck on the lips and exchange “have a good day at work” “see you tonight darlin’” until they’re both at their cars and look up at one another, blushing and freaking out and not saying anything as they get inside and drive off in opposite directions, thinking about the exchange all day, half panicking, half hoping maybe something will come of it. Both nervous later that night after work but when Steve comes home billys cooking dinner and Steve’s feeling bold. Takes a deep breath and steps inside and walks right over to billys back, slipping an arm around his waist and telling him “smells good” before placing an experimental kiss on his shoulder. And billys been tense but…then he relaxes. Says over his shoulder “should be ready soon. Go set the table” and Steve smiles at billys back before grabbing some plates. Smiles wider when billy grabs him and pulls him in to kiss him proper. And it’s the first time Steve thinks of this place as home

[lifeofpriya]

Romance in The Hamptons - Alexis Lafrenière imagine

[gif credit goes to @alexislafreniere]

author's note: this is my submission for @wyattjohnston's summer 2k24 fic exchange, and i had the amazing pleasure of writing for @wildrangers! a quick shoutout to @2manytabsopen for helping me with Laf's characterization -- love you, bestie 🫶🏼. but yeah, i hope y'all enjoy the fic!

summary: summertime in The Hamptons leads to a budding romance...

wc: 3,028 words

"I still can't believe you managed to find us such a swanky rental," you giggled at your friend, Jamie, as you stepped into the luxury house that was nestled away in The Hamptons. The walls were painted in a cool, beachy white, and the smell of freshly cut grass and lemon cleaner filled the space. The floorboards groaned slightly underfoot, echoing the promise of lazy days and wild nights ahead.

Jamie shot you a knowing smile. "What can I say? Sometimes, being a travel agent has its perks." The house was indeed a steal for the season, boasting an expansive backyard that led directly to the beach, a hot tub that was already bubbling invitingly, and a fully stocked kitchen that made you want to throw a dinner party every night.

You set down your bags and took a moment to appreciate the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The sun was setting over the ocean, casting a warm, golden glow across the waves. The horizon looked like a canvas painted with a watercolor wash of pinks and oranges. You felt a gentle breeze waft in, carrying the salty scent of the sea. It was the perfect escape from the stifling city heat.

"Let's grab some drinks and hit the beach," Jamie suggested, tossing you a beach towel. You nodded eagerly, feeling the excitement of the vacation bubble up inside you. The two of you walked out the back door and down the short wooden staircase to the sand. The grains felt warm and soft underfoot as you laid your towel on the sand and pulled out a novel you'd been dying to read. The waves rolled in, a rhythmic soundtrack to the quiet evening that was quickly filling with the distant laughter of other vacationers.

As you settled in, you could hear the faint sounds of laughter and a beach ball bouncing in the distance. You glanced over to see a group of people playing beach volleyball, their shadows stretching long across the sand.

Shrugging your shoulders, you diverted your attention back to your novel, eager to dive into the story between the pages. Well, all was going well until you heard someone yell out, "Heads up!"

You looked up just in time to see a beach ball flying towards you. Instinctively, you reached out and caught it, feeling the rough texture and coolness against your palms.

You turned to see who had thrown it, and that's when you saw him: Alexis Lafreniere. He was jogging over, a sheepish grin on his face, with a group of friends in tow. "Sorry about that," he said, his French-Canadian accent making your heart skip a beat. "Are you okay?”

You felt your cheeks flush as you nodded, holding onto the beach ball. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, trying to sound calmer than you felt.

Alexis looked relieved and chuckled. "Good catch," he said, closing the distance between you. His eyes were a warm brown, and his brown hair was a wild mess from the wind. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Alexis.”

You took his hand, feeling the firm grip and the warmth that radiated from his skin. "Nice to meet you," you said, your voice a tad shakier than you'd have liked. "I'm…" But before you could say your name, one of his friends called out, "Laf, come on! We need you back!”

With an apologetic look, Alexis took the beach ball from you. "I'd love to chat more, but we're in the middle of a game. Maybe I'll catch you around?" He didn't wait for your response before he turned and sprinted back to the volleyball match.

You watched him go, his athletic build moving with ease across the sand. As the game resumed, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he didn't ask for your name. You shrugged it off, telling yourself it was probably for the best.

The days in the Hamptons passed in a blur of sunscreen, salt water, and late-night bonfires. You and Jamie had made a pact to enjoy every moment, and you both stuck to it. The group playing beach volleyball every evening grew familiar, their laughter a comforting background to your own adventures. But Alexis remained elusive, always disappearing before you had the chance to approach him again.

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One sun-kissed afternoon, you found yourself at the local ice cream shop, the bell jingling as you stepped inside. The walls were adorned with vintage posters of surfers and sailboats, and the smell of fresh waffle cones filled the air. You scanned the flavors, feeling the anticipation of choosing the perfect one to cool off with. That's when you heard it again - that accent. You turned around to see Alexis standing behind you, a sheepish look on his face as he realized you'd caught him.

"Hey," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It's you. From the beach. With the good catch." His smile was as warm as the day outside, and you felt your heart do a little flip. "I've been hoping to run into you again.”

You couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, you found me," you said, trying to play it cool. "What brings you here?”

Alexis shrugged. "Just needed a break from the heat. You know, the usual." His eyes searched yours, looking for something unspoken. "I've seen you around the beach, but I never got the chance to talk. I've been wanting to apologize for that. I'm usually not so… abrupt.”

You laughed it off, feeling a flutter in your chest. "It's fine. I've been pretty busy enjoying the sun and the waves." You paused, then took a risk. "So, are you staying in the area for long?"

Alexis nodded. "Yeah, l've got a place here for the summer. I try to get out of the city as much as I can." His eyes searched yours for a moment, and you felt a spark of curiosity. He was famous, but here, he was just a guy trying to escape the heat with an ice cream cone.

"What about you?" he asked, breaking the silence. "What brings you to the Hamptons?" You leaned against the counter, feeling the coolness of the marble seep through your shirt.

"Just a summer vacation with my bestie," you replied, gesturing towards Jamie, who was chatting with the cashier. "We wanted to get out of the city and enjoy some beach time.”

Alexis nodded, his gaze lingering on you before looking away. "It's a great place for that," he said, his eyes scanning the ice cream flavors. "So, what's your go-to?”

You pointed to the mint chocolate chip. "Can't go wrong with that," you said with a grin.

Alexis nodded thoughtfully. "Good choice. I'l have the same," he told the cashier, then turned back to you. "Would you like to sit outside?" He gestured to the small patio with a few tables scattered under an umbrella.

You felt a rush of excitement. "Sure," you said, trying to keep your cool. As you stepped outside, the warm sun kissed your skin, and you found yourself hoping it wasn't about to turn into a sweaty mess. Alexis pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down, watching as he did the same.

You both licked at your mint chocolate chip cones, the sweetness a stark contrast to the salty ocean air.

"So, are you guys here for the whole summer?" Alexis asked, breaking the ice between you.

You took a bite of your ice cream, the mint and chocolate a delightful blend on your tongue.

"We're here for a couple of weeks," you replied, hoping you didn't sound too eager. "It's our annual escape from reality.”

Alexis laughed, a deep, rich sound that made you want to lean closer. "I get that," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's nice to just… be, you know?”

You nodded, feeling the beginnings of a connection. "Yeah, I do," you said, your voice a little softer than you intended.

Alexis's eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it was as if the rest of the world had disappeared. "You guys should come to our beach party tonight," he said, his voice low and inviting. "It's nothing crazy, just some friends and a bonfire.”

Your heart raced, and you felt a jolt of excitement. "That sounds amazing," you replied, trying to keep the eagerness from your voice. "What time?”

Alexis leaned back in his chair, his eyes still locked on yours. "It starts around eight. Just follow the sound of the music and the smell of the bonfire. It's not hard to miss." He took a bite of his ice cream, the chocolate chips glinting in the sun.

You couldn't believe your luck. "We'll definitely be there," you said, trying to keep the excitement from spilling over.

Alexis nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Great," he said. "I'l make sure to save you a spot by the fire.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of excitement and preparation. You and Jamie spent hours picking out the perfect outfits and getting ready for the night ahead. The anticipation was palpable, a mix of nerves and excitement that had you checking the time on your phone every few minutes.

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Finally, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in a tapestry of oranges and purples. You and Jamie made your way down to the beach, the sound of the waves and distant laughter growing louder with each step. As you approached the bonfire, you could see the flickering flames and the silhouettes of people dancing around it. The smell of roasting marshmallows and woodsmoke filled the air, making your stomach rumble.

Alexis spotted you before you saw him, waving from the edge of the light. He was dressed casually in board shorts and a white t-shirt, his feet buried in the sand. You felt a flutter in your chest as he made his way over, his smile growing wider as he approached. "You came," he said, his eyes lighting up.

You nodded, feeling the heat from the bonfire warming your face. "We couldn't miss it," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Alexis took your hand, leading you through the crowd to a spot he'd reserved. "I'm so happy you're here," he said, his voice sincere. The warmth of his hand sent a thrill down your spine, and you couldn't help but squeeze his fingers gently in return.

The party was in full swing, with music playing from a portable speaker and people of all ages mingling around the fire. You recognized some of the faces from the beach volleyball games, but there were plenty of new faces too. The atmosphere was relaxed and friendly, the kind of gathering that made you feel like you'd been coming here for years.

Alexis introduced you to his friends, who were all welcoming and curious about the newcomer. You chatted and laughed, sharing stories of past summers and the thrill of escaping the city. The fire crackled and popped, casting a warm glow over everyone's faces. As the night grew darker, the stars began to appear, twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky.

You watched as Alexis interacted with his friends, his ease and charm evident in every gesture and word. When he turned to you, his eyes held a warmth that made you feel seen and appreciated. You found yourself sharing stories of your childhood and hopes for the future more than you usually would with a stranger. His questions were thoughtful, and his laugh was genuine.

The party began to wind down as the night grew later, and the group around the bonfire grew smaller. The stars grew brighter, and the crackling fire painted shadows on the sand. Alexis leaned closer, the heat from his body a comforting warmth against the cooling night air. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, unable to hide the smile that had been playing on your lips all evening.

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Hand in hand, you strolled along the beach, the waves whispering secrets as they kissed the shore. The moon was a silver crescent, casting a soft glow that danced on the water's surface. The sound of the party grew faint behind you, replaced by the rhythmic pulse of the ocean.

"This is incredible," you murmured, feeling the cool sand between your toes.

Alexis nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's one of my favorite things about being out here. The quiet moments when you can just listen to the ocean.”

You let the sound of the waves wash over you, the saltwater breeze playing with your hair. The stars above twinkled with a clarity that was impossible to find in the city, and the darkness of the night wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The tension between you was palpable, a delicate dance of attraction that neither of you wanted to acknowledge outright.

As you strolled further down the beach, the moonlight reflected off the waves, creating a path of shimmering light that led you to a secluded cove. Alexis stopped, turning to face you, his hand still holding yours. "It's beautiful here," he said, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. "It really is," you replied, your voice barely audible over the whispers of the tide.

Alexis took a step closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the scent of the bonfire lingered on his skin. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought he might lean in for a kiss. Instead, he tugged on your hand, leading you closer to the water's edge.

The waves lapped gently at your feet, the cool water a stark contrast to the warm sand. You watched as the moon's reflection danced in the ripples, creating a dazzling pattern that stretched out to the horizon. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the steady rhythm of the ocean and the occasional call of a night bird. You felt a sense of peace that was rare in the bustling city life you were used to.

Alexis released your hand and took a seat on a piece of driftwood, patting the spot next to him. You sat down, feeling the wood's smoothness against your legs, the salt and sea-worn edges digging in slightly. The warmth of his body was a comforting presence beside you, and you couldn't help but lean in slightly, feeling the electricity in the air.

For a moment, you both just sat there, watching the waves play in the moonlight. The silence stretched out, filled with the sound of the ocean's whispers and the distant laughter from the party. It was as if the universe had paused just for you two, the rest of the world fading away into the background.

Alexis turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "You know," he began, his voice low and earnest, "I've been thinking about you a lot since that first day on the beach.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond. "I've… I've thought about you too," you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Alexis's smile grew, reaching his eyes. "I'm really glad to hear that," he said, his voice warm and sincere. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your neck. "You know, I don't usually do this sort of thing," he began, his gaze dropping to your lips.

You felt your breath hitch, the anticipation building in your chest. "What sort of thing?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Alexis leaned in, his gaze never leaving yours. "This," he murmured, before his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. The taste of mint chocolate lingered on his mouth, mingling with the salty tang of the sea air. Your heart raced as you melted into the moment, the feel of his hands on your arms anchoring you to the present. It was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a whisper of what could be.

When you pulled back, the world felt different somehow. The stars seemed closer, the ocean's whispers more intimate. You searched his eyes for reassurance and a sign that this was real. Alexis's gaze was steady, his smile warm and inviting. "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you," he admitted, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, your heart racing in your chest. "I've wanted it too," you murmured, your voice barely above the sound of the waves. The air was charged with a tension that was both thrilling and terrifying. You didn't know where this was going but didn't want it to end.

Alexis leaned in again, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss that made your toes curl. His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this moment, under the stars with the sound of the ocean as your soundtrack.

When the kiss ended, you both sat there for a moment, the only sound the gentle whoosh of the waves. Alexis's hand remained on the small of your back, his thumb tracing small circles that sent delightful shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of the sea and the faint hint of his cologne.

"Thank you for walking with me," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. You felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, knowing that this could be the start of something beautiful or just a fleeting summer fling.

[limitbreaker23]

Asking for a petal bath and training in rain pretty please 🥺

I had some time this morning, so sure! A bit of chengzhan bath-and-training-in-the-rain silliness that was a happy distraction for me!🥹I miss otp horribly!

Chengzhan, a bit t-rated, sometime around Sunshot gap ...

Heavy rainfall streaked the windows. Paper was bending under the weight of water, the drumming sound comforting and distracting at once. Lan Zhan watched the shadow play of rain and candlelight on his windows from the soothing warmth of his bath. Steam was still rising from the water. It had been too hot on his frozen skin, and he had welcomed the feeling instead of telling the servants to adjust the temperature. His skin paid the price with a fading redness below the water’s surface.

He was happy enough for a warm bath to clean dirt, mud, and weariness from battle. He had no thought to give to heat, barely even one for the unnecessary bowl of petals and scented scrubs the servants had placed next to the tub. He didn’t need them, found no use in them, and only felt heat in his face whenever he glanced at the red and pink petals, soft to touch when you brushed through them, touched them even for a quick, haunting moment that lingered on your skin.

A bath’s purpose was to clean the body, relax the mind, not to soften the skin with flowery fragrances.

He wondered why so many people felt the need to give him flowers, whole or broken apart.

He wondered why he wondered that instead of focusing his wandering mind.

Beyond the rain-streaked window, the distracting shadow play was disrupted. A flash of darkness broke through it to the sound of metal cutting through air. The hour was late, the fighting long left behind, and still the melody of swords seemed to have followed them here to safety.

Lan Zhan pulled the window open, ready to jump into the nightly rain, grab his sword from where it was lying next to the petals and scatter them to attack the intruders – but no one was fighting in the courtyard. No enemies, no pursuers, no disciples at odds with each other.

Just Jiang Cheng. Clan Leader Jiang. Alone in the rain, the small shielded courtyard behind the secluded houses forced into his personal training ground. The shadows of the night shrouded his figure, veiled him into a false sense of solitude as he slashed his sword through the pouring rain as if he was cutting through their enemies.

Lan Zhan caught sight of his face. Disgruntled, angry. Enraged by careless words exchanged over his head when he expected to be addressed. The early days of leadership came with many hardships, even for those that had their elders’ guidance to follow. Which Jiang Cheng had not. Yunmeng-Jiang was slaughtered, his sister safe, his senior brother lost, and all Jiang Cheng had lately was anger to vent within a storm.

Understandable. Preferable, to hide it in the shadows of the courtyard, to voice it where the rain could drown it, and to leave it here. Wrong to watch him and invade his anger. Inappropriate.

Lan Zhan nudged the window once more, the gap to outside growing wider, the view clearer. Acceptable form.

Jiang Cheng fought rain and wind as fiercely as their enemies. Sandu’s polished blade cut at a slanted angle through raindrops, slicing them apart, and he turned in a whirlwind of spraying water. Casually twisted his sword and changed the blade’s angle, caught the broken waterdrops on the polished metal where they seemed to rest for a moment, carried forward as Jiang Cheng turned, and thrown into the wind with the strength of piercing arrows.

Quite acceptable form.

On Jiang Cheng’s back, rain and sweat mingled into a distracting shine. In spite of the cold, and to fight the heat of training and anger, he had pulled the upper layers of his robes down, allowing them to fall over his belt and tied back by his sleeves. His bare back and chest were exposed, the tension in his arms moving over shoulders and biceps with every twist and turn of his blade. Streaks of rain and lost candlelight danced over his muscles.

Lan Zhan shifted in the tub, turned slightly to support his arms on the windowsill and watch, study. Linger, almost involuntarily, as if mesmerised by movements he had witnessed so many times lately. The water in the bath was hot, increasingly warmer, and the drops of rain sneaking through the open window cooled his face, the wind carried his breath outside like thin mist. Water tickled his tight skin, sneaking along a trail of goosebumps as he watched Jiang Cheng’s flesh and skin and muscles tense and relax with every move.

He forced his eyes back to Sandu, focused stubbornly on the blade that shifted and turned on Jiang Cheng’s palm as he jumped in a sharp angle through the air, slashed the sword around and followed with his clenched fist. The gleam of spiritual energy in Zidian gleamed in the darkness. Purple sparks danced around Jiang Cheng’s tense knuckles like the first threat of lightning. Of a storm. They never formed the lightning whip. Only the sparking light danced over the lines of defined muscles in his arm, shoulder, back as he whirled around once more, sharper than his sword.

The gleam of purple was fiercest in Jiang Cheng’s dark eyes, reflected in them as if they had sparked from within that darkness. Almond-shaped eyes, dark, narrowed under his tight brow, suddenly widening. Piercing into Lan Zhan. Catching him.

Jiang Cheng stopped mid-turn. His soles tore the wet ground open in a splash of mud as he forced himself to a halt, and Sandu’s tip pointed straight at Lan Zhan, softer than the shocked eyes of its owner. His shocked gasp echoed through the courtyard.

Lan Zhan was often praised for his calm and quiet nature. When he slammed the window shut, he could hear his uncle’s disapproving grunt within his mind. Drowned quickly by the sound of splashing water as he slipped and turned clumsily in the tub as he tried to leave, move, escape, run away. He grabbed the edge for support, grabbed the shelf with bathing inessentials and petals instead, and spilled them into the water as he slipped below the surface entirely.

With his hair wet and dishevelled, he pulled himself up again, face burning from something else than hot water. Nothing warmed better than humiliation and shame. Even cold springs turned into hauntingly searing pain. He could add the rain to the mountain of embarrassing memories now.

Sadly, drowning himself was never an option. He should not have watched, and now he needed to pay the price with his dignity.

Through the closed window, he was unable to see if Sandu approached to stab him through wood and paper screens. Perhaps Jiang Cheng gave no thought to wandering gazes. Perhaps a leader even this young had no time to spare for juvenile shame.

The doors flew open with a loud bang. Footsteps stomped towards him.

“Lan Wangji!”

Still shocked, still too hot and caught off guard, Lan Zhan snatched the towel sheet from the edge of the tub and pulled it over his naked body in a thumping heartbeat before Jiang Cheng stormed around the folding screen.

Furious, red from his bare chest to his face, and clutching his unsheathed sword so hard that it trembled, Jiang Cheng opened his mouth – only to blink in confusion, distracted by something. His eyes, piercing under his tight frown, quickly glanced at the bathwater, at the petals soaking in it, red and pink and unnecessary and stuck in the completely soaked towel that was draped over Lan Zhan’s legs and chest to cover his naked body half-heartedly.

Jiang Cheng blushed. He sheathed his sword noisily and pointed at the water, cleared his throat. “And you judge me?”

Lan Zhan felt the boiling need to justify himself for a few petals of no importance, when it made no and would never make a difference to give this person or anyone an explanation. “I was not judging, merely watching.”

Jiang Cheng made a strained face as if that was even worse. His hair had come loose from the rain and training. Thick, wet strands were hanging in his face, shifting when he huffed full of discontent. He flipped them out of his face and stepped closer.

“Much the same, isn’t it? That you didn’t judge me right now doesn’t mean you won’t waste your time remembering my stumbling soon and chuckle to yourself, hm?” Jiang Cheng stopped at the edge of the tub, shoulders straight and chin lifted to look down at Lan Zhan, unable to hide behind anything other than a wet towel in the clear bathwater.

Lan Zhan could have told him that there was little need to watch him training for the time an incense stick burnt to remember his movements. They had studied together, they travelled together, they fought together. He knew when to dodge because Jiang Cheng growled right before he slashed his lightning whip around. He knew that he preferred to turn right to hit and left to evade. He did remember all of this.

There was no need to linger on Jiang Cheng moving with exposed skin through the rain. Unnecessary. Quite.

He had wasted only his own time. Even when his mind already desired to wander back to the sight in his memories.

“Go on,” Jiang Cheng said in a low, rasping whisper as if he was cutting Lan Zhan’s thoughts short. “Tell me what to improve, Second Young Master Lan. Tell me that I slipped too far to the side when I turned on the wet grass. Advise me how to keep my sword steadier when my hands are wet. Go on, lecture me.”

Lan Zhan clutched the wet towel over his chest, shifted his legs and pulled them up to hide himself, the soaked fabric stuck between them now. Too little cover. Too exposed. Those eyes pierced into his face, uninterested, unbothered, not caring. A blink, a quick glance, and narrowed again with sudden anger as if Lan Zhan had forcefully distracted him with his naked skin.

“I have no advice,” Lan Zhan said, ignored the tension in his voice, the beating pulse within his veins.

“Ah?” Jiang Cheng looked away, his eyes trailing over the wet towel again. Over Lan Zhan’s body barely covered below it. Lan Zhan pulled it up, one more look away from scolding, insulting, kicking Yunmeng-Jiang’s leader with all the force of embarrassing shyness, and Jiang Cheng ripped his eyes up again, unbothered. “What did you watch me for then? What a waste of time.”

“You trained to relieve anger,” Lan Zhan said. “There is nothing to improve if it helped you clear your mind. Please leave now.”

“Do you think you staring helped me clear my mind? Do you think if you were in my place, you could stay calm, hm? Should we try?” Jiang Cheng put his sword on the shelf nearby and sat down. On the edge of the bathtub. Right next to the last dry part of the towel still draped over it. “Second Young Master Lan, why don’t you try and clear your mind while I watch and learn.”

“Clan Leader Jiang,” Lan Zhan warned.

“Please, teach me how you’d accomplish this.” Jiang Cheng reached into the water, eyes piercing into Lan Zhan’s, and picked one of the red petals up with two fingers. “Does it require flowers, scented waters, and candlelight?”

Lan Zhan glared back at him, brows so tightly furrowed it narrowed his field of view. Jiang Cheng smirked down at him, rubbed the soft petal between his fingers and clutched it then, squeezed the water out of it. It ran over his wrist, followed the line of his vein down his tense arm. His breathing hitched, too obvious in his bare chest, exposed, wet, layered with goosebumps. From the cold. The steam of the still warm bath wrapped him into too warm air and forced him to breathe hard enough that Lan Zhan could hear it.

Lan Zhan noticed only now that he had pressed far back into the tub, as if he could hide, as if it mattered to hide. For someone with more important worries, the sight of naked skin would not leave a scar in the memories. Lan Zhan should watch and learn from Jiang Cheng instead. He blushed.

“I apologise.” His voice was quiet and soft, a whisper lost over the sound of Jiang Cheng reaching into the water again to pick another petal. He stopped, fingers rippling the water surface, and pulled away before touching the petal. There was a strange fresh redness on his cheeks.

“Whatever,” he said as if Lan Zhan had insulted him and jumped to his feet, reached for his sword – and slipped.

Water splashed all around them as Jiang Cheng crashed into the tub. On top of Lan Zhan. Heavy. Warmer than the water. Hand searching for balance, grabbing, reaching, touching Lan Zhan’s thigh, waist, then his shoulder – and slipping off again.

Jiang Cheng crashed with his face on Lan Zhan’s chest, right into the wet towel. Lan Zhan kicked instinctively, had tried too hard to stay still and let out a strange whine, pulled back, away, and ended with another person’s body between his legs. Too close. He whined again, pulled at the towel, and somehow pulled Jiang Cheng with it. Entangled in the towel, they pushed and pulled at each other, made it worse, warmer, splashed water everywhere, and the wood of the tub ached under their struggle.

“Stop, stop, fucking stop moving!” Jiang Cheng grabbed his wrist, ripped Lan Zhan’s hand away from the towel and slammed it against the tub’s edge. He was right above him, one breath away in the fog of steam, and breathed through it right in Lan Zhan’s burning face. Jiang Cheng’s face had been reddened by the heat of the water, his pulse raging from the struggle in his throat, in his chest pressing into Lan Zhan’s. His grip on Lan Zhan’s wrist was strong enough to break branches.

Lan Zhan breathed in shakily, swallowed protests, and stilled, forced his body to surrender under the weight of another’s.

Jiang Cheng breathed back. his eyes glanced down again, but never made it further than Lan Zhan’s mouth. For there was nothing to see anyway. Not for another man who was used to train half-naked in the rain. Whose muscles were hard, bones heavy, skin hot. Whose hips pressed into his.

His mind might never clear again from this sensation.

Legs trapped between Jiang Cheng’s, Lan Zhan feared nothing more than to move and find other sources of strange warmth. He felt his body refusing his command, demanding to move, lift, search one touch. He looked away. Waited. And Jiang Cheng breathed. Breathed. Breathed until every exhale of air tickled Lan Zhan’s skin, his lips.

If he wanted, he could have pushed Jiang Cheng out of this tub and thrown him out. And yet, he wasn’t moving. Lingering on warmth like he had never felt it before. Naked except for a towel that knotted them together, feeling too much of Jiang Cheng’s body even through the wet clothes separating them.

“Now you don’t want to watch?” A hoarse whisper, sparking shivers and goosebumps, enraging a stray heart.

Lan Zhan refused to follow that raging beat and looked up. He didn’t have far to go. Jiang Cheng was less than a breath away now. Water ran over his skin, flushed, and into his eyes even, darker than the night outside. A red petal was stuck in his dishevelled hair.

Lan Zhan reached up, slowly, hand trembling too hard to appear calm and collected. His uncle surely disappointed in him somewhere. He picked the petal from Jiang Cheng’s hair. Carefully. Until Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze, slowly pulled it from Lan Zhan’s face as if it gave him large trouble to look away, and watched the petal. Lan Zhan closed his fist around it, crushed the petal. Jiang Cheng swallowed so hard, the pulse beating in his throat appeared hard and fast.

“Go on…” Jiang Cheng looked at him again, differently, eyes too dark and open, inviting him to take a leap and fall. “I won’t judge you either… for sneaking a look.” He leant closer with every word. The steam between them was a useless shield, quite unnecessary, blurring the view of these eyes too forceful to sneak a look, drawing closer.

Lan Zhan closed his eyes. Punished himself for ever sneaking a look by refusing the warmth from these searching, questioning almond-eyes now that he craved them most. And when something warmer and fiercer than words pressed against his lips, it felt like a reward, not punishment. A kiss, too deep and desperate to waste time with judging.

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E3

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 3rd | tuesday polys: threesome WC: 0.9k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader, sanna olies (oc) WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | onanism | kinks: daddy, size | attempted: voyeurism | implied: fellatio | shower | polyamory: threesome | three-way kiss | no y/n

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“We should try to peek on him.” Your co-star— Sanna’s words make your jaw drop. Rushing to her own defense, she interjects you as if you’re about to verbally contradict her. “It’s not like he’d mind!”

“I can’t believe you’d say that!” you scold, but her suggestion eats away at your guard. He might not mind, but he’s unpredictable. Regardless if it’s her idea, you’d be an accomplice.

“Well, maybe I’ll get lucky. I’m going.” she insists, and your mouth remains agape, taking offense in being abandoned. You’re quick to clamber up to follow after her.

“Wait for me!” You chase her, but she increases her pace. Grins of thrill appear on both of your faces, yet it’s unclear who’s mirroring the other.

The sound of the shower running coming into earshot quiets the both of you, hushing each other so as to not raise suspicion. You approach the door, and her hands fix on your shoulders as she leans onto your back. As carefully as you’re allowed, you inch open the door, and the weight increases behind you. Playfully, you shove her back so you can creep inside.

You reach the bathroom counter before his voice cuts you off. “What do you girls think you’re doing?” Frozen where you stand, you glance between the drawn shower curtain and Sanna.

“Nothing,” you reply innocently.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t know you were in here, daddy.” she finally speaks up.

“We thought it was one of the other girls.” you’re hasty to add, as if more story will cover up the shame you both feel for being caught embarrassingly fast. It’d be mortifying to confess that you were brought here on the basis of coercing him into fucking the two of you.

“Who?” One simple question. His tone conveys his lack of actual curiosity, and all the condescension of a man confident in his inference. You scramble for a name, any name. Your silence is answer enough, and you hear him scoff. “Well, since you’re here, come help me with this.” Exchanging a look among yourselves, you border the tub, not before discarding your clothes onto the bathroom floor. It’s a risk you’re willing to take if he didn’t mean to invite the two of you inside.

She goes in first, and you trail after. Hot water accumulated in a thin layer at the bottom greets the soles of your feet pleasantly. Standing herculean and picturesque under the faucet, Anakin’s features come into view. How the stream of water breaks at the back of his neck to flow down his relaxed form, how he guides Sanna into him to steal a greeting kiss from her obedient lips, how his tepid hair is curled from the humidity and the tips are heavy and dripping. Even if he’s content, you notice how his brows pinch together constantly, as if nothing truly pleases him, and he’s always dissatisfied over everything put in front of him. A judgmental countenance you fantasize about reversing. As he meets your gaze, you’re already magnetized to him, giving him a greeting kiss of your own as his strong arm wraps around your torso to express his approval for your initiative.

The warmth of another presence approaches, and he directs her into your side, jamming you together as she joins in the kiss. Three pairs of lips melding together tentatively as the heat of the water transfers between bodies during the close proximity. The two of you wrap your arms up around his neck loosely, overlapping one another. He introduces tongue, a soft graze enough to shift the energy, both his limbs wound around the two of you, arching you two into him. The outline of how he hardens apparent against your lower stomach. There’s a desperation to him, as plain as kissing is, Anakin Skywalker enjoys it as a three-way. He hums, deep in his throat, reverberating you. Tongues sliding against one another is enough to make him stoop to grab a handful of ass from both you and her. As if you read her mind, you both nip his lower lip at the same time, earning a growl.

He dips his head between you, brushing his open-mouthed kisses onto your shoulder, and then hers. “Are you gonna help me with this?” he murmurs, repeating his request from earlier. His hands on each of your asses rocking you both into him, seeking out friction through humping his length onto the squished space of your abdomens. As soon as your hand grasps his hard-on, you brush against hers, and you chuckle in spite of yourself. Holding hands over a man’s erection, how romantic. A sharp exhale of breath leaves him, and you support his weight as he relaxes into your touch. How you move in tandem with each other in order to undulate against the sensitive skin of his cock as him rolling his hips into it, fucking into the space you created together.

Your free hand winds around him, nails digging into the skin of his wide back, and a whine spills from his agape mouth, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

He straightens to his full height, and bites down on his lower lip as he continues to buck into the team-effort handjob, aiding you two in jacking himself off. From the force of his movements and his sheer strength, his hands on you rock your entire bodies along with him, and construct a necessity for counterbalance. It doesn’t take him much longer to force the two of you on your knees to work together to finish the job using only your mouths.

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[babydin]

Conservation

Joel is a tough nut to crack and every so often he will show a side to him he keeps well guarded. A side that's tender, gentle, and ever so slightly playful (in his own way, at least). - Joel Miller x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - Bathtub lovin, soft dominance, oral, fingering, some dirty talkin', pet names. - 1843 words -Comments/likes appreciated

"You're a pussycat, Joel Miller."

What a blessing. What a fucking blessing. 

  The water wasn’t just warm, it was hot. Almost too hot but you didn’t care, you didn’t know when the next time you were going to get the opportunity to take a bath again was going to be. Showers were few and far between as you traveled with Joel, you had to settle for bathing in freezing cold brooks with whatever scraps of soap you had scavenged from the last camp you’d come across and dare not think about what happened to the people who were no longer in it but this was a bath. A real bath, with hot water and bubbles and a door that closed. You sank down into the water and allowed the gentle waves to envelope your body, suds barely covering your breasts and tickling the hair on the back of your neck. There was a visible line across your thigh where the heat of the water had forced all the blood to the surface.  A smile spread across your lips as your legs stretched out of the water, enjoying this moment of calm in the midst of it all.   Your hands moved to cover your modesty and you turned and pressed yourself into the edge of the tub as the door started to open, but you soon relaxed when you saw Joel’s rugged features. He had a permanent crease in his brow like he was always mad at the world, he had clearly made some attempt at taming his curls, and he wasn’t we wasn’t wearing a shirt, his chest bare and marred by a few bruises and wispy hairs, his jeans and belt unbuckled. You rested your chin on the edge of the bath and smiled “Did you find anything good?” you ask sweetly.

“Just you.” He grumbles in response and you feel yourself blush. You’ve shared many intimate moments, but he’s still so rough around the edges, but when he knows it’s just the two of you, and nobody else can intrude, those edges become so soft and he shows you how he was before the world ripped him apart. Joel pushed down his jeans and underwear and you sank down a little to hide your bashful smile behind the wall of the tub and when he starts coming towards you, you giggle and push yourself away, “What the fuck are you doing?” “Conservin’ water.” Joel replied bluntly as he began to climb into the bath with you, forcing you to hug your knees up to your chest. Once he was settled he took hold of your ankles and pulled you down the bath until you were between his thighs with your legs wrapped around him, his hands spread across your back. Your hands immediately cupped his jaw, fingers toying with the hair at his temples. He instinctively leaned away as you grazed over the scar at his hairline, but you exchanged a glance and spoke without words and he heard you clearly and relaxed against your touch. “How long do you think we could stay here?” Joel takes a deep breath in, calloused fingers follow the curvature of your ribs before disappearing down under the water to settle under your thighs, “‘Til the water gets cold.” You press a kiss to his lips and smile, “I meant in this house.” You knew Joel didn’t like to be in one place for very long, he liked to be moving, to be still was to be a target he said. His hands moved again, back out of the water and exploring your abdomen with a calculated touch, he could read your body like he could read a map, he knew every curve and every dimple, he handled every part of you that you wanted to change like it was his favorite thing about you. “Joel?” He ran a finger down your breastbone, leaving a glistening line of water in its wake. The way he looked at you made your heart race. Out there he barely did, not like this, god forbid anyone should know that Joel Miller had a heart in that broad chest of his. In private he was soft, he was intimate, he knew how to drive you wild, he made you feel safe. A grin crept over your face, “Joel?” “I’m thinkin’.”  His fingers moved over the soft pillows of your breasts, his thumb rolled over your nipple and it pebbled almost instantly beneath his touch. The way this man got to you was dangerous. Joel lifted his knees a little to raise you up and your fingers thread into his hair for stability, his lips kissed the tender skin of your breast until his restless tongue lapped wetly over your hardened nipple, making you moan softly and lean into him as your fingers tugged at his hair. Joel’s lips sucked at your nipple, his teeth dug hungrily into the soft flesh surrounding it and he sucked hard enough to leave his marks on you. You’d find them for the next week or two, notice how they change color as they get worse and then heal and smile at the thought that you are his and he wants you to know it. His name leaves your lips and a fire ignites within him, he makes quick work of hooking his hands beneath you and lifting you up, adjusting his own position as he places you delicately on the corner edge of the bathtub, and before you had time to acknowledge the cold tile on your rear, Joel’s lips were on your labia, tasting you and the soapy water from the bathtub, the glorious mixture of his soft lips combined with his bristly facial hair sent all of your senses into overdrive. With one hand he guided your leg over his shoulder, and with the other he used two fingers to spread you open, exposing more of you to him. 

  “You’re so fucking pretty, darlin’.” he said gruffly, in such a way it made your eyes roll back in your head and your head fall against the wall, as his fingers stroked over your sex, squeezing your clit between his index and middle fingers. “How am I supposed to resist you all naked and sudsed up in a bathtub?” His tongue made its way to you and your fingers curled into his hair, a moan leaving your lips that ended with his name. He was so skilled, he always knew when to increase the pressure, when to ease up, when to introduce his fingers, when to use his lips, and as your body dried of bath water, your cunt got wetter under Joel’s skilled mouth and he licked you like a dinner plate after a good meal. He tucked his free hand under his chin and teased your soaked entrance with his fingers just for a moment before he slid two fingers into you slowly. Joel was good with his mouth, Joel was good with his hands, his fingers did things to you that had you seeing stars and while nothing compared to his cock, he had the fingers of a guitar player and sometimes he played you like one. “Joel– God–” you gasp as he finds that pleasure zone inside you; you don’t remember anyone before him ever managing to, but Joel knew the rumors were true. He pulls away to look at you, his lips swollen, his mustache glistening with your arousal and his own saliva, his eyes are so greedy and you know he has a taste for you now, he won't stop until you’re begging him to, until the faintest breath of air on your clit will send you spiraling into another orgasm. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he sits up a little so he can kiss your lips, you taste yourself on him but you don’t care because it’s his lips you’re kissing.  “It’s been a long day,  you deserve to feel good darlin’.” You moan and dig your fingers into his shoulders as he talks you closer to your release, his lips moving over your breasts again adding to the pressure building in the pit of your stomach as his fingers fuck into you, pushing against that sensitive spot with each stroke, “Yes, please. Please, Daddy make me cum-” you beg, your hips rocking as best as they could against his fingers. “Don’t worry darlin’ I ain’t gonna stop ya.” He promises, and you’re relieved that he’s not playing that game right now, as his lips begin drifting back down towards your aching clit as he begins to once again tease his tongue over it, and once again you become familiar with the stars as the pleasure bubbles up inside you and moans tumble from your mouth. He sucks on your labia, laps at your clit, his jaw aches but he does not complain, his fingers expertly guide you closer until you can no longer contain yourself. The pressure building inside you explodes as a string of moans that almost resemble screams, his name repeated like a prayer and echoing from the tiled walls, your thighs clamped around his head and the walls of your cunt pulsate around his fingers as you soak his fingers with slick, clear juices. Your fingers claw at his scalp and grab at handfuls of his salt and pepper hair, one of them seeming to need to pull him closer, the other trying to push him away as his ministrations had your whole body trembling while your orgasm set your body ablaze. All you knew, all you could think, all you could feel, was Joel.

When the aftershocks subsided, your body becomes limp, your grip on him loosens and his hold on you lets up. You watch him clean his fingers through heavily lidded eyes before he pulls you back off the edge of the bath and back into the water into his lap, you’re not surprised to find his cock is at half-mast but it still makes you blush a little, and your whole mouth fills with saliva at the sight of his girth. “You didn’t answer my question.” you remind him breathlessly, drawing your finger down his chest. Joel plucks a dried up bar of soap from the edge of the bath that you had brought in with you and dunked it under the water to try and revive it, rubbing it between his hands to lather it up before he tenderly smothered the suds over your arms, planting a kiss on the palm of your hand “We’ll go when we’ve rested, when we’ve eaten…when we’ve fucked.” a smile crept across his lips at the last part. “Not necessarily in that order. Not necessarily just the once.” “You’re a pussy cat, Joel Miller.” His upper lip curled and he mewled from deep within his throat in such a casual manner that it almost felt involuntary. He trusted you. As rough and tough as he acted around other people, he was soft in the middle and he trusted you enough to show it.

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below is my masterlist related to all things f1! as i continue to write, i will continue to add to the list.

the list will be divided by team, then separated individually by driver. any content that is mature will have a moon symbol that looks like this ☾ next to it.

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mercedes amg petronas

toto wolff

sunbathing ☾

synopsis: as the daughter peter bonnington, you find yourself the object of his best friends' desires.

night swim ☾

synopsis: as the nanny for mr. wolff's children, your life consists mainly of taking care of them, ensuring all of their needs are met. however, when you escape to the hot tub one night on a family getaway, you find mr. wolff joining you.

el tango de roxanne

synopsis: as an olympic figure skater, you befriend team principal toto wolff one fateful evening. little do you know, the two of you are mutually pining after one another.

a distinguished gentleman

synopsis: a collection of thoughts of your life as the passenger princess for the team principal.

"just one dance"

synopsis: one drunken night, the team principal begs for just one dance with christian horner's daughter.

alkaline - toto wolff x female driver! reader ☾

synopsis: as one of the top drivers on the formula one grid, you're on top of the world. however, when toto wolff approaches you with an offer to join mercedes, you're faced with the decision of a lifetime.

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✧˖° golden girl & her star boys ✧˖°

the little moments - social media au

lover girl - social media au

lewis hamilton

too fast

synopsis: as lewis hamilton's assistant, you find yourself amidst a heated exchanged one night in vegas.

oracle red bull racing

sergio pérez

cat & mouse ☾

synopsis: recently divorced, sergio finds his mind wandering quite often, fantasizing about a fellow driver. will he play the game of cat and mouse? or, will he abstain, fighting his desires?

seeking comfort

synopsis: after the recent backlash surrounding the red bull driver's performance, you comfort him.

public display of affection

synopsis: you are finally shown off to the world as sergio's girfriend.

aston martin racing

sebastian vettel

"you belong here"

synopsis: as the younger girlfriend of sebastian vettel, you find yourself in the midst of a hateful encounter with a group of fans.

marriage is complete & utter bliss

synopsis: you reflect on your marriage with the coveted formula 1 driver.

fernando alonso

celebratory drinks

synopsis: as a reporter, you find yourself interviewing your favorite formula one driver after his podium win.

the grid

words of endearment

synopsis: the different words of endearment that the drivers use for you! drivers are from the 2024 season.

[lunaji]

Bubble baths.

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive themes (MDNI)

Warnings: mentions of sex.

Synopsis: Shared baths and late evenings.

Word count: 1000>

Authors note: Just a quick headcanon of Binnie that I needed to put into words. Enjoy :)

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12:52am.

Nothing but the hum of a song long forgotten playing on the vinyl player from your shared bedroom. Not even the name is remembered, only the simple melody it provides as background aura. 

The smell of warm vanilla and faint citrus fill the air, candles surrounding the bathtub admitting a soft light only romance novels could write. Except, it’s not on a page, it fills the present moment, consumes both parties. 

Whispers of kisses trail slowly from one shoulder to the other, tracing nonsense into the flesh of your back as eyes flutter shut, enjoying the tranquility of each other's breathing, sounds and body warmth above the heat of the bubble mountained water.

Hands intertwining on thighs pressed together in the small but just right tub for the two bodies cuddled closely, enjoying the intimacy of the atmosphere with little to no words spoken. 

Sometimes when you share the bath, the rain drizzles slowly down the window, or maybe it’ll hit the panes with a force so harsh it drowns out the music. Either way, you both bask in its comfort, it's a welcoming sound that creates an ambience that only feels right shared with each other - no one else. 

Because you are his, and he is yours. No one comes close, and the subtle clink of wine glasses, exchanged mutual laughter that spills from your lips, the way the goosebumps appear when fingers dance along sunkissed skin, daring to inch closer to where you would move to silken, snug sheets, exploring each others bodies like it was the first time all over again.

“Bin..”

“Say it again, say my name.”

“Changbin..”

No touch is unfamiliar, and welcomed with open arms, a warm, safe feeling. The trust in each other built over years of late night conversations, where only each other and the moon can hear. The whispers of love and affection that only grows deeper with each day spent together. 

This bath in particular, that started at 12:38am, after the affinity spent after an evening of good food, a walk along the canal and back home to the familiarity of bodies, every freckle, mark and response to each touch. Each kiss, to the lips, the neck. The heart - a personal favourite that is always and never forgotten, followed with:

“My heart, forever and always.” 

To the chest, breasts, arms. No portion of either’s bodies untouched by affection, by longing and need. There’s lust too, sure. But only longing and yearning for the person each other knows so well, so profoundly. 

Torso, gripped with gentle but firm fingers, back arched off the bed as only things spoken in a confession box could be forgiven for, are performed like an act practiced for years. Because, he knows your body more than anyone else. Maybe even you, yourself too. 

Emotions only spoken through actions, fingers intertwined on soft pillows, the rocking of the bed and mutual hums mixing together in a melody. Kisses shared not desperate, but sensually and knowingly. Faint touches lasting longer than usual, bodies fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

Sparks that only emit from the pure love and doting of each others chemistry, the pants and moans of longing, needing of one another’s attention filling the room - the smell of sex being the remains of the evening in the air. 

The running of water in the bath fills the atmosphere, breaking the comfortable silence of breaths of recovery. Bubbles to hide the sins of what previously had been shared, the splashing of water dangerously threatening to spill over the sides as giggles of relief from the feeling of hot water calming muscles down. 

Which brings us to now, where you both bask in the comfort once again of each other's bodies. Nothing sexual, but more yearning, his hands trailing your body in the usual maps drawn out in your skin. Your own wrapped around the one settled above your chest, hugging it close, as if he could leave you at any moment. 

But, Changbin wouldn’t dream of that. You’re his soulmate, his other half that completes him. Corny, but accurate enough to bypass any doubt you may have.

The words whispered not anything short of the absolute truth:

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Visenya x fem reader smut

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Visenya Targaryen x niece!Reader

summary: Visenya needs someone totally the opposite of Aegon, not only in mannerism but other aspects as well.

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Smut, Angst, spanking, fingering, pussy eating, sex toys, sixty nine, masturbation, a little blood tasting

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"My queen, the bath is ready" You spoke steadily, although you were new in Queen Visenya's service you had heard from the other handmaidens that she was not cruel like many said, she was merely indifferent.

"Yes, thank you" She barely spared you a glance before turning back to her book, she folded the edge of the page before closing it and placing it beside her now empty cup of wine.

"Where is Maegor?" She asked. She stood up turning to face you. You moved over to her so you can begin the process of undressing her.

"He has been put to bed a while back, my queen" You answered. You unlaced the dress making sure not to touch any of the skin on her back although you longed to. No one knew of your fascination with women except one person, your older sister who swore to keep it a secret in exchange that you keep the fact that she had lost her maidenhead to a servant instead of her fool of a husband.

"Tell me, which house were you from again?" Visenya asked, once her dress and corset were fully off leaving her completely bare in front of you. You gulped feeling heat crawling under your skin. Your heart picked up in speed when she turned around to face you with her breasts and cunt fully showing. It took a great amount of self control on your part to turn your gaze to look in her eyes instead.

"C-Caswell, your grace, I come from the Reach" You stuttered. Your cheeks must have looked like two red apples. The queen's lips twitched at the side as if she was trying to suppress a smile, she let out a low hum sending shivers down your spine.

"Help me bathe" She ordered. There was no way you could argue against the queen, neither her tone or station left any argument in you. Your eyes widened as she turned away and strutted over to the wooden tub filled almost to the brim with literally boiling water. Your eyes watched as her behind jiggled slightly with each step.

"Wait my queen, you will burn yours-" The words died in your mouth when she put her leg in followed by the other. She sank down with a satisfied sigh. She leaned back and let her arms rest on each side of the tub. She turned to look at you with a smirk almost looking like one a person would wear after a victory.

"You were saying?" She teased. You bit your lip to prevent the whimper stuck in your throat fighting to come through. You silently moved to kneel on the floor behind her to begin your work. You pulled up your sleeves and reached over to get your hands wet so you can wash her hair but her hand shot up to stop yours. Her dry skin felt heavenly on yours. You gasped shocked, leaning back scared that you had done something wrong.

"You will burn yourself" She teases smirking. You sighed in relied seeing her playful gesture. Her eyes trailed down your face and your arm until pausing on the area her skin touched yours. She slowly loosened her grip but did not move her hand away. The ghost of a touch left between you two made you knees weaken, you had always admired the warrior queen. You felt yourself growing wet from the simple touch, your thighs tensed but you did not dare shift.

"Us Targaryens are more immune to heat, including water, weather or fire" Visenya explained. Her eyes trailed back up your arm to your face. Her hand fell down into the water making it splash. Some of it got onto your arm still stretched in front of you. You yelped feeling the hot water on your skin, not a huge amount, not enough to harm you. Visenya laughed at your reaction, face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted a little.

"Fetch some oils for the bath, maybe some lavender smelling ones this time" Visenya grinned seeing your eyes wander down to her breasts covered by only water. You nodded your head and got up from the floor. You moved to the other side of the room where she kept her oils and perfumes. You picked up a bottle with a single lavender attached to it as an indication to what was inside of it.

You moved back over to the tub, heart hammering in your chest once you realised she was watching your every move. You paused at the foot of the tup and opened the bottle. you slowly emptied it into the water. You gasped lowly when Visenya raised her leg showing from the water showing up to her thigh.

"Be a dear and wash me" She smirked, she rested her foot on the wooden edge. Your eyes snapped from her leg to her face cursing yourself for being the way you are, for the way your heart hammered in your chest, for the way your cunt drooled at the mere sight of her flesh.

"Yes my queen" You obediently moved to grab the wash cloth and soap bar smelling of roses from the table beside the tub. You moved to wet the wash cloth but froze inches away from the water.

"The water has cooled. do not be afraid. I would not intentionally hurt you" Visenya assured you. You nodded with a small smiled. Your hand slowly dipped down into the water with the wash cloth, the water was still very hot and stung a little but it was nowhere near as hot as earlier when she first got into it.

You rubbed the soap bar onto the now wet wash cloth, the friction caused the soap to dissolve. Before you can move Visenya raised her leg for you to hold, wiggling her toes as of inviting you to touch her. Your heart jumped o your throat when your skin made contact with hers. you held her leg around the calf area and moved to rub the cloth against her foot before slowly moving further up.

"Higher" She ordered when you paused by her knee. You took a deep breath before continuing to smother her skin with soap.

"How old are you?" She asked once you reached mid thigh. Your eyes snapped from her thigh to her face.

"Ten and nine, my queen" You responded shakily. She smirked nodding satisfied. Your eyes snapped to her thigh when you felt her fingers touch your own, her hand slithered up like a snake until it was wrapped around your wrist, she pulled at your hand urging you to move it closer.

You obeyed and let her lead your hand. Your whole body froze, the hand holding her calf let it go making it fall back into the water with a splash, the other holding washcloth let it go into the water disappearing from sight. Your whole body shook as if you had been struck by lightening when you fingers made contact with the skin just beside her cunt.

"Be a dear and clean me...with your hand" She instructed. Your heart was beating so fast you almost suspected it had left your body and went on a ride on a dragon.

"H-How, my queen?" You asked, your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"One finger inside, you have to clean it from the inside out" She answered. You closed your hand into a fist except your pointed finger.

Your finger skimmed over her lips trying to get her used to your touch first before you do anything. She sighed relieved, she let go of your wrist and leaned back again opening her legs in the water, knees up and heels braced against the floor.

Now with full access except sight you moved your finger up and down her slit, it was hard in the water to detect if she was wet from the bath or need. Your eyes locked with her own, purple irises darkened with lust. She bit her lip s you pushed your finger inside of her slowly.

"Like this?" You asked, feigning innocence. Your finger curled to touch her warm wall. Her head fell back slightly, eyes growing slightly heavy, it has been so long since she was touched by another being, she had only her own fingers and a fake coke made out of wood.

"More" she hissed through her teeth. You pushed a second finger in wanting to please your queen. She groaned at the feeling of a second finger inside of her cunt. Your smirked sneakily as you massaged her walls earning back breathy moans.

"You now what you are doing, do you not?" She raised her head again to look at you with a smirk of her own. You moves your fingers out of her but then pushed them all the way back inside until they were knuckles deep inside of her. Her thighs quivered with need.

"Oh yes" You giggled. One of her hands moved to knead her breast in rhythm with your thrusts. Her breathing grew more shallow aa time passed. Your thighs unconsciously began rubbing together trying to cause any kind of friction.

"Fuck" Her head fell back again. Her hips stuttered trying to move in rhythm with your hand. You moved your other hand into the water in search of her pearl and finding it easily, after all you had the same body parts as her and knew what to do.

"Oh yes fuck" She moaned loudly. One of her hands snapped around your wrist urging you to rub her clit faster. Water splashed around you two but neither of you cared. Your fingers kept moving in and out of her in a brutal pace, curling once in and uncurling once out.

"Do not stop" She cried. Her hand holding her breast snapped to your head, holding her hair in a fist needing an anchor. You moaned at the feeling of her nails digging into your skin.

"Cum, my queen" As if on command her voice grew high pitched before completely disappearing and only small gasps fell from her lips, her back arched and you felt a gush through the water pushing your fingers out of her but your movement on her clit did not pause for a second until her hand was literally pushing yours away.

"Fuck, you are good" She heaved as she came back down from her high. Her head lulled back forward, body relaxing again into the water.

"Even Aegon did not manage to make me squirt" She chuckled, shaking her head as if disappointed but the smile on her face said otherwise.

"Anything else my queen?" You asked, desperate to leave to your own room and get yourself off. The sight of her cumming on your fingers will be enough to make you cum for a century forward. You probably would never forget this day ever in your life, even when you marry and have to be fucked by some fool, you will probably touch yourself to the thought of her when he falls dead asleep by your side after failing to make you even wet let alone orgasm.

"Lie on the bed" She ordered. Your eyes widened in shock and your body tensed in shock.

"My queen?" You tilted your head to side, you looked so adorable, you reminded Visenya of a confused puppy.

"On the bed pup" She pointed with her finger on the bed. Her other hand moved out of your locks to your cheek tapping it gently to move your gaze in the direction of the bed. You stood up from the floor as if possessed and moved towards the bed.

"Undress first" Her voice made you pause a couple of steps away from the tub. With your back to her you obeyed, fingers shaking with anticipation as they reached behind you to the knot holding the laces together and undid it. Your fingers burned slightly as you scrambled to pull the laces apart and pulled your dress off and letting it pool down around your feet in a heap unlike Visenya's own dress which you had placed in the basket by the tub for it to be washed.

"Everything" Her voice snapped you out of your trance of staring at the bed. Your linen followed your dress shortly after.

"Lay belly down" You heard her moving out of the tub, water splashing with her movement. Your knees buckled beneath you but you managed to keep yourself upright and moved shakily to the bed.

The second your knee made contact with the bed a sharp slap came to your behind. You yelped shocked and looked over your shoulder to a smirking Visenya, she raised her eyebrow teasingly when your eyes met. You blushed harder at the feeling of her hand on your behind again earning another yelp.

"Come on" She pushed you gently. Your placed your hands neatly on the bed and rested your head on them, cheek resting on the back of your hand.

"I have wanted to do this from the moment your walked into my chambers months ago" Visenya leaned her body on top of yours until her breasts brushed against your back, her legs prying yours open and her lips touched your ear.

"I wonder though, why did your family send you to me as a handmaiden? What did you do to deserve such a role so unbefitting of your house? You be at least my lady in waiting" You gulped remembering your mother and father. How disgusted they were with you.

"I-I made a mistake" You whimpered. Her fingers trailed slowly up your thigh causing goosebumps to litter your skin. Her fingers skimmed the inside of your thigh and up to your wet cunt. Her finger teased up and down your slit gather your wetness. You looked at her over your shoulder to find her licking her fingers, moaning at the taste of you.

"What mistake?" She asked curiously. You sighed feeling her rub herself against you from behind, impatient to feel your touch again.

"My sister lied by telling them I was in love with a stable boy when in fact she caught me pleasuring a maid and the maid pleasuring me back" You answered. Visenya rolled off of you to face you.

"How so?" She asked curiously. You slowly sat up and rested your hands on your thighs once sat on your knees.

"Her head between my legs and mine her own" You whispered, cheeks flushing at the reminder. There was no love between you and the maid, merely a coincidence in the preference of females over males and pure pleasure.

"Show me how" She ordered eagerly. You pulled her to sit up before laying back yourself.

"Place your cunt on my face" You explained. She climbed eagerly, her knees rested on each side of your head but she did not push her cunt. You placed your hands on her thigh pushing down eager to taste her on your tongue. You never imagined a moment like this would ever happen.

She lowered herself cautious to not suffocate you. Her body froze at the feeling of your tongue licking up and down her strip, making sure she was wet. She tasted heavenly, she tasted so sweet and you can find yourself getting addicted to her taste.

You jumped when she shifted and eagerly placed a kiss o your clit, eager to return the favour already. She hummed against your hole as you prodded at her hole with your tongue. Your hands moved from her thighs up to her behind, spreading her cheeks for better access.

"Oh gods" Her words were muffled by your cunt. A moan broke through your throat at the vibrations the hot through your body with her words. You moved a finger to assist you with pleasuring her.

You pushed the finger inside of her tight hole, walls tightening around the digit. She seemed to mimic you and also pushed a finger inside of you slowly. Your hips buckled up wanted more.

"My queen" You pulled your lips away from her moaning but your finger did not stop moving in and out of her. You could feel your orgasm building already. She slurped cheekily making your throw your head back, eyes screwed shut. A cry fell from your lips as her tongue toyed with your clit.

"Cumming you warned" Crying breathlessly. Your attached your lips to her won clit wanted to return the favour. She cried against you, grinding her hips down cutting any air from reaching you. Your eyes rolled back with please, your body shaking with each wave of pleasure, your orgasm moving through your body like the waves of an angry sea.

The lack of air only served as pure pleasure for you, hips bucking up growing addicted to the overstimulation. Your hand on her behind squeezed hard wanting to keep her in place.

"Shit" Her knees shock on each side of your head as she came. She pulled away from your cunt, her hands flat on the mattress, her elbows shook with her pleasure. Her head hang as of the muscles in her neck ceased to work. Her lips let her loud cries of pleasure roll out shamelessly.

"Oh yes" She rolled back and forth riding through her orgasm. Her hips jerked away unable to take much more from you. You took huge gulps of air as she rolled to lay by your side. Both of you panting as you came down from your highs.

Although she had came after you she seemed to compose herself faster and moved off the bed. Your eyes remained on the ceiling where Visenya had tree dragons drawn on it, Balerion, Vaghar and Merexas flying side by side. You jumped at the feeling of something smooth gently touching your thigh. You looked down to find a piece of wood that resembled a male genital.

"Did you think I was done with you?" Visenya asked. She moved to pry your knees apart and settled in between on her kness.

"My queen?" Before your could finish a gasp fell from your lips as she let the tip rub up and down your slit.

"My queen, nothing more than a tongue or fingers has been inside of me" You warned somewhat afraid. Her eyes snapped up to look at you noticing your reaction.

"You mean I get to defile you? I get to take your maidenhead?" She smirked. She leaned down and to your surprise claim your lips into a searing kiss. Your eyes rolled back at the taste of yourself on her tongue that pushed through your lips and into your mouth.

Your hands grabbed at her sides feeling her ups. You were terrified of having a cock inside of you but she was so gentle, she was so nice to you. Her lips were so soft, the orgasm she pulled out of you was mind blowing.

"If you allow me I will be very gentle" She promised against your lips. You were panting almost like a dog. Her hand moved up and down your side trying to calm you down.

"Only if you hold me close" You whimpered when she rubbed the toy against you again.

"Alright" She braced herself on top you. Her eyes never leaving yours as she slowly pushed the fake cock inside of you. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell in a silent scream.

"Shhh shhh, dear one" She whispered so gently. She leaned down to kiss your forehead, showing her pride, she was ver proud of you.

"My brave girl, taking a cock so well" You whined at her words, hips bucking up. She smirked moving to pull the cock all the way out and moved back on her hinges. She held it up showing you your blood coating the wood.

"All done" She kissed the tip of the cock before pushing it back inside of you. Your eyes darkened at the sight of your of maidenhead's blood on her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick it before going back inside of her mouth. She moaned at the metallic taste mixed with your arousal.

"Good girl" She praised. She pulled and pushed the cock, in and out. Your back arched off the bed when she pushed it in a certain angle. She smirked at your reaction. She placed her hand flat on your stomach to push you back down.

"Oh please" You cried feeling your body burning from the inside out. Her hand slid down to your lower belly and pushed down carefully.

"Gods!" Your literally screamed. She laughed at your reaction and resumed to put pressure on the area for a couple more minutes before hand resumed its journey down to touch your pearl.

"Please ... please .... please .... more" You begged. Your heart was soaring. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy. You can die like this fully satisfied with her touching you like this. You were ready to be here slave, what were you thinking? You already were her slave.

"Open your eyes" She demanded. You did as told to find her back on top of you.

"Cum for me" She ordered. The cock moved in and out of you at an impossible rhythm, she was an expert from doing this on herself. Her hand on your clit sadly had moved to hold her weight up.

"Touch your clit" She whispered. One of your hands trailed down to do as ordered. Unable to hold yourself anymore your other moved to grope her breast. She whined a little but not more, her smirk widened at the sight of the hunger in your eyes.

"Want to suckle on my breast as you cum?" She asked. Your eyes widened in shock, body growing wetter at the idea.

"Yes, please y queen" You moaned. She moved higher up giving you her breast. Your lips latched faster than she can comprehend.

"Fuck" She cried as your sucked. Your hips stuttered in total shock as your orgasm came crashing down on you, your fingers worked your clit furiously prolong the pleasure. Visenya moved the cock out of your cunt and moved it to rub her own hole, smearing your wetness on herself.

"I am going to fuck myself with the cock now and if you dare to stop sucking my breast I will punish you, is that understood sweet girl?" She asked, pulling away to look down at you. you hand moved away from your clit and you pulled it up to push your fingers inside of your mouth and sucked them clean before pulling them out.

"I seem to be in desperate need to suck on something my queen, my fingers did not suffice" You smirked as your words. She chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips, sucking on your tongue.

"Good" She held her breast in her hand over your lips and you opened them welcoming her in happily. She moaned as she pushed the cock inside of herself slowly.

"Fucking gods" She moaned. Fuck Aegon, fuck Rhaenys, they can keep fucking each other, you were not even the one pleasuring her hole but it felt a million times better than when Aegon did try to pleasure her.

"So good" She babbled on to of you furiously pushing the cock in and our, eager to cum, eager to feel pleasure, she had grown so very turned on at the sight of you cumming.

Visenya made her decision right and there as your tongue circled her nipple to not leave her room for the next decade or so, to keep fucking you with no pause, a feat women had unlike men, to fuck you on each and ever surface.

Her chest heaved as her orgasm approached. She grew warmer and warmer as images filled her head of you bent over her desk and her pleasuring you with her fingers or maybe the cock, or even if she were to find a cock that she can attach to herself somehow and fuck you like a man would, thrusting in and out of you.

"I am cumming" She whimpered. Your suckling grew harsher helping her grow closer and closer.

Then she would fuck you on her balcony when Aegon would come to visit Dragonstone to see her and Maegor, his own flesh and blood. Maybe even make him join you two although their relationship was not the best lately. She will make him sit down and watch as you ate her cunt and then she ate yours. refusing him her, your and his own touch until he burst in his trousers like some teenager.

"Fucking hells" She cried as her walls clenched around the cock, cumming so intensely white was all she could see for a hot minute.

Then she would make you kneel in front of her as she leaned against the wall and make you pleasure her with your mouth and fingers. She had so many ideas she wanted to live with you through, so many pleasures to explore, maybe even in the bath, rubbing your cunts on one another, making your pearls meet until continuation.

"That was amazing"

"Yes it was my queen"

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Let The Stars Watch Us..

Birthday special for my bestie @myloveforyunho

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Romantic rough spicy time

Hot Tub Location

Loving that I get to write for a friend, this is a birthday request for @myloveforyunho, they make amazing content so make sure you go and check them out!

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You and your boyfriend Mingi had been together for a while now, you both had come so far to the point where he invited you to move in and you graciously accepted. You two were spending a little in your shared room when the night began to get a little cold. You told Mingi that you'd spend some time in the hot tub in the balcony and he said he'd join you in a minute when he was done with the work assigned to him from his company the night prior.

You agreed and knew that it would time so you thought to strip down to nothing and get the tub to a reasonable temperature before getting out of your clothing to feel the warm bubbling water on your skin. It took a little time but you finally got in and set your towel on the table beside you before relaxing in the water with a beautiful view of the stars above. The skies were clear of clouds and the stars were big enough to fill every crevice of the darkened color above, the moon was just as pretty. Before you knew it, time had flown by to where Mingi had come out to see you relaxing in bare and it made him remove his own clothes and join you. You only saw a pair of hands, one on each side of you when you opened your eyes from your relaxation, turning to see your boyfriend looking down at you.

You gave him a smile and exchanged little words until he picked you up into his arms. "Finally done with work for the week?" You asked and smiled as you gave him another kiss. He hummed for a moment before answering. "Yes, this week and next week are free for me~" he said before placing you down and slotting himself between your thighs, he took his time with you and you loved that about him. His cock rubbed against you, stimulating your clit while you kissed and nipped at his neck to make small markings. His hand found its resting place wrapping around your back, the other holding you both up. You two shared a nice and steaming make out session, getting both bodies heated in the special moment.

He took a few more minutes to bask in the attention, before rubbing his leaking tip against your slit, he asked for an invite in by taking your lip into his teeth with a gentle tug. You reached over and held a hand on his hip to pull him in, letting him fill you from tip to base. You gave a gentle moan to the sensation and his stretch inside of you, nice and snug was your boyfriend's cock, Mingi moving around a little to add a few sparks of pleasure. You stopped your boyfriends movements and used your legs to pull him in to fit it all. He hissed a little and leaned into your neck to leave a few bites, marking you up as he started to move, moving his lips to yours to give you deep kisses while pulling out to the tip then plunging back in to make your head fall back and expose your neck enough for more kisses.

His pace moved faster as you both shared moans, him in your ear as both his arms wrapped around you, your arms on his shoulders while he bounced you on him. Toes curled, nails digging, teeth clenched. He continuously hit that spot that made you lose your mind. The position had switched, you standing and bent over the edge, him pushing back in to fill the empty space before he started up again. He gave you sweet praises in your ear, making your body quiver and clench around him. With one hand on your hip, the other lifted your leg onto his hip to get a better angle, him hitting much deeper. That's when his pace moved much faster.

You let out small screams, holding onto his wrist to keep from falling off as you felt the cord in your stomach tighten. Tight, tighter, tightest, snap! A wave of an orgasm washing over you as Mingi kept up his thrusts to fill you with low grunts. You were afraid of anyone hearing you, but you remembered that you were a bit too high for others to see. The only thing looking at you both as you came down from your highs was the stars above along with the moon. He leaned into your ear and kissed your cheek, told you a few words that eased your worry even more.

"Let the stars watch us.."

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[nautiscarader]

Gonna need to steal ideas for my late smutember smut, so: WenDip have the shack to themselves, and the Mystery Shack just got a hot tub installed.

by sheer coincidence, FakeryWay just published this: https://twitter.com/FakeryWay/status/1718711843198312461 and I had to mix things up.

"Woah, that thing's new…", Dipper exclaimed at the sight of what looked like hot springs just a short walk from the Mystery Shack. The rocks partially hid the spring, and the steam added a layer of atmospheric mystery, especially now, after dark, with just a few sources of light illuminating theinstallation.

"Yeah, Stan added that a few months ago", Wendy explained, "It's a 'Wishing Spring'".

"A what?"

"You pay, get inside, and the magic grants your wish.", Wendy explained, waving her hands mockingly. "And if you piss in it, you get a thousand-year curse."

"Ew.", Dipper scrunched his face, "And Ford was okay with that scam?"

"Dude, do you think he'd be able to stop him? Plus it feels genuinely nice… Wanna try?"

Dipper flinched at Wendy's sudden proposition.

"What, now?"

"Why not? We have the Shack to ourselves", she replied, already undoing her shirt.

Dipper swallowed loudly. in the years since they became a couple and crossed the barriers of intimacy, he has learned that Wendy had quite an affinity for skinny-dipping, whether it was the swimming pooo,or random streams in the wild. And it kept sending the same shivers down his spine when she undid her clothes, becoming one with nature.

"Oh, wait, we gotta pay.", she remembered, tossing a few coins into the box.

"Heh, what did you wish for?" Dipper joked, following her move and adding some loose change to the pool. He froze when he noticed his girlfriend was already naked, the steam hiding just a little bit of her body.

Wendy smiled.

"Come'ere and you'll find out."

It wasn't long before the two naked youngsters dived into the soothing, warm water, getting only hotter as their bodies pressed against each other in heated embrace.

"So what's the punishment for having sex in the springs?"

"Dunno, no one did that yet."

Wendy shrieked when Dipper's mouth made it to her neck, sneaking a few kisses while their limbs became more and more entangled, ultimately making their naked bodies joined.

She let out a prolonged moan, as Dipper's cock slid deep inside her, her needy voice finally letting out the urges, emotions and thoughts that have been accumulating for long months while her boyfriend was gone.

And with Dipper being subjected to the same lack of physical pleasures, the water around them splashed more and more with each heavy thrust that made up for months of lost contact.

"Wendy-I'm gonna-", Dipper stuttered, as he felt pressure building in his loins.

"Do you want to know my wish, dude?", Wendy suddenly asked, gathering his attention. "I wish… I wish you came deep inside me."

"But."

"And I wish… I wish you gave me something so you can stay here…"

Dipper swallowed loudly. Even though she was dancing around it, he understood what Wendy had on her mind, even if the heavy topic was brought only a couple of times. But with him graduating soon…

Dipper let out a roar as he granted part of her wish, flooding her with torrent of his pent-up seed, her legs locking behind his back to ensure not a drop of his essence escaped. Her lips drank his cries, and he drank hers, as the young couple shivered in their shared orgasms, their bodies still joined in loving embrace.

For the longest time, neither of them spoke, the two exchanging a myriad thoughts about their future, as they looked in each other's eyes. Andthen, the water around became unsteady again, as the two continued making their wishes true.

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"So, wait, I pay you, get in the water and my wish come true?", a confused tourist asked Dipper, reading the banner meant to lure people like him.

"Yup, it's as easy as that."

"And does it work?"

Dipper looked to his side, at Wendy sitting by the counter, selling souvenirs. His eyes gravitated first towards her round belly, pregnant with his twins, and, as she reached her hand to give change to a customer, to the engagement ring on her finger.

"Yeah, it does."