#I SEE 👀 that small box! what’s inside?

[thewidowsledger]

Toothbrush

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Pairings: Nerd!Natasha Romanoff x MILF!Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Tags | Warnings: +18, AMAB!Natasha, beefy and super nerdy Natasha, MILF!reader, reader is 39 and Natasha is 22, dating apps, Tony being a good and a bad friend at the same time, lying about age, reader has sons, dirty talk, switch r & Nat but more like a top!Natasha, breeding kink, mommy kink, breast sucking, riding, teasing, rough sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, fingering (r receiving), ghosting (kinda), unintentionally stealing clothes👀 (?)

Author’s Note: I know I said I am going to post this tonight but my daimonion is telling me to post this right now, lol. This fic is inspired from this request, but I changed it like a lot lot I guess...I hope it's fine for whoever requested it🥹 the title is inspired by DNCE's song: Toothbrush I am currently banging with this song for weeks now.

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“F-fuck please be bad Mommy.” Natasha whined.

“No mommy wants to be bad to their baby…”

⧗

“What do you want Tony?” Natasha chuckled as she saw her best friend on her apartment door at 7 o’clock early in the morning, standing there holding a pizza box. “Really? Pizza? Early this morning?”

Tony rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind him. “Well, thank you for the warm welcome,” he teased. “Before I go to my asshole of a father’s place, I want to do one thing. Something purposeful for you, my friend.”

Nat raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what would that be?” she asked, as she led him to the living room of her small apartment.

“Let me see your phone,” he said, taking it out of her hands.

“Hey, wait!” the redhead protested, but Tony was already fiddling with it. “What are you doing?!”

“Setting up an account on a dating app,” he replied, typing away.

“Wow. So this is your grand purpose? Setting me up on a dating app? I’m touched.” She said sarcastically. She watched him, a box of pizza on his left hand and her phone on the other, seriously typing whatever it is that is asked to fulfill the account—he is really serious about setting her up on a dating site.

“You gotta be kidding Tony…”

“Nope. Enough robotics Romanoff before you turn into one.”

Nat’s eyes widened as she suddenly realized that she told Tony her plans. And a wave of regret washed over her. She had meticulously scheduled out her entire summer break even though it hasn't started yet, she intended to spend time working on her robotics project every single day of the summer break. But now, with Tony in the picture with her phone in his hands, she could already imagine the chaos that was going to ensue.

The dating preference section came up and Tony immediately, with no hesitations, clicked women. It had been common knowledge among their friends that Nat had a strong liking for girls. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the kind of women the app would likely recommend for her.

“Let’s make things spicy,” he said under his breath as he set the age range for Natasha’s profile.

With a few taps, he set the age preference to 30-50 years old. “You’ll thank me for this, Nat,” he said with a sly grin on his face.

Every time he and Nat would pass some women on the street, Tony would stealthily observe Nat’s reactions. Whether it was a woman walking past them with her kids or a lady jogging in tight-fitting leggings who he was sure was around 35 to 40, the red head is drooling already. Tony had taken note of Natasha's undeniable interest in women—women who are old enough to be her mother.

The last step came, he only needed to pick a photo of Natasha and it's all done and set up, ready to swipe left and right. So he went through her gallery to find photos of her, but her gallery is just full of screenshots about freaking science.

As Tony sifted through Natasha's gallery, his mood grew more impatient and bored.

“Seriously Nat, you’ve got like a million screenshots of scientific articles and memes about space, and when you do actually take a photo, it’s of some historical artifact in a museum. This is like a grandma’s photo album…” He grumbled, scrolling further.

“Okay, that’s enough.” The redhead stood from the sofa but Tony backed away not even looking at her, too busy to smile like an idiot with whatever he saw on her phone.

“Damn, Nat,” he muttered under his breath, a smirk forming on his face. “I had no idea you were hiding this much muscle under those baggy clothes.” He came across a couple of mirror shots that Natasha had taken in the gym. In these photos, she was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and some baggy shorts, showing off her muscular arms and strong physique.

Tony chuckled, his eyes still glued to the photos of Natasha’s flexing arms. “Yeah, definitely milfs will absolutely love these shots.”

Nat couldn't help but blush, both at the compliment and at the mention of milfs. “You really think so?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.

“Oh yeah, they would swipe right in a heartbeat,” he said, chuckling. “These are juicy…”

“Okay, you sounded perverted. Gimme that…” Natasha was finally able to get her phone back and Tony raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I was just trying to get some good pictures of you in there. You gotta give the ladies something to look at, you know?”

Tony watched as Natasha went through the app, “You just need to click confirm, and it’s all set up…but it’s still your choice. And…I gotta go, mom’s gonna call me.”

Natasha paused and looked at Tony with relief and confusion. She was grateful for the break in the conversation, but she also didn’t want him to leave just yet. “Okay...go ahead. Can’t keep mommy waiting.” She said jokingly.

“Okay now that sounded perverted coming from you, Romanoff.” Tony pointed a finger at her while walking backwards towards the redhead’s apartment door.

“I’m just kidding,” Natasha let out some giggles as she walked Tony off her apartment, “Don’t kill your father, Tony.”

“I’ll try not to, I can’t believe mom wanted me to spend half of my summer with him. I love her so much that I’ll do anything she asks of me even though it’s spending some time with the man who hurt her.”

“You’ll be fine, just don’t get your hand bloody like last time.”

Tony chuckled and saluted her back, then turned to leave. “I make no promises, Romanoff.” He sighed, Natasha just gently patted Tony’s shoulder and when she was about to close her door, her best friend's foot stopped it from closing.

“Goodluck with the milf hunting.”

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For the next few days, Nat found herself thinking about the dating app and Tony’s playful attempt to set her up. She would secretly open the app every now and then but couldn't bring herself to swipe in any direction. She thinks all these women are deserving to be dated, but she could only pick one of course.

Finally, one night, Natasha couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She sat on her couch to browse through the potential matches. She’d take her frustration out on her pillow, mumbling to herself about how ridiculous this all was. But she continued, her heart raced as she began swiping through the profiles. Her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment as she came across various women who fit her preference—older, attractive milf, thanks to her best friend who knew exactly what her type is.

As she read the bios, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by some of their descriptions. They were confident, successful, and had a certain allure about them that made her even more flustered.

She should've swiped right to have more chances of winning like what Tony advised her, but Natasha continued swiping left through profiles. Yes, she noticed that the women she saw were undeniably beautiful, however, she wanted to see something different, that's why she started swiping left. It wasn't because she found them unattractive, but rather because they didn't quite match the image she had in mind.

She was so intimidated, all these women looks so powerful—like how women should be. So far she'd seen woman who's a pilot, CEO, business owners and many jobs that she for sure puts a lot of zeros on their bank accounts. Not that she didn't want that and she's definitely not opposed to the idea of being a sugar baby, but...she wanted someone who's simple, domestic yet can lead her.

Each profile she scrolled through brought a mix of excitement and anxiety, yet curiosity pushed her to keep searching for that one woman who would make her heart skip a beat.

“Y/N, 44 years old, mother of two, loves gardening, sketching…” she read to herself, trying not to blush as she looked at your photo. Most women she had seen in this app either had a picture with the Eiffel tower or a selfie inside the high premium car—no offense, she loved everything old women do but you, you had a picture of yourself in a beautiful garden she thought was in your place, surrounded by lush greenery. Your genuine smile and a sparkle in her eyes stood out to Natasha.

“Just 4 hours drive away from here…”

Natasha's heart raced as she nervously swiped right on your profile, her hand trembling a little. The moment she did it, she immediately slammed her phone shut and threw herself onto her bed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The thought of you potentially seeing her profile and possibly matching with her made her stomach flutter. The redhead buried her face into her pillow, unable to wipe the redness of her face.

She stood and immediately put on her glasses to distract herself from the constant nervous feeling of seeing a notification from the app, Natasha threw herself into various activities to keep her mind occupied. She deep cleaned her apartment, organized her cluttered drawers, and even got started on her robotics project.

Days passed, but there still wasn't any notification from the dating app. And Natasha actually forgot about it, the robotics project she's working on consuming and occupying every time she had for the day.

Natasha was deep in thought, working on her project, when the sudden notification sound from her phone jolted her from her focus. Startled, she picked up her phone, expecting it to be an email from the agency she applied for an internship or her sister asking for some 5$ on cash app.

However, when she looked at the screen, her heart almost jumped out of her ribs when she saw the dating app icon. She shakingly and immediately opened it.

You: Hi dear

Natasha found herself biting her lower lip, wrestling with her thoughts. She’d faced down debaters, cracked numerous codes, and aced countless exams and quizzes. But responding to a simple “hi” from an older woman had her completely flustered. It was a ridiculous feeling, but she couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of conversing with you.

She typed and deleted various responses, unsure of what to say, until finally, she decided on something simple yet respectful at least.

Natasha: Good evening, how are you?

You: I’m good, just finished cooking some dinner. You?

Natasha: I haven't eaten anything yet, I was working for a project.

You: That's not good for your health and for those massive muscles of yours.

Natasha felt her cheeks grow warm as she read your reply about her muscles. Tony was indeed right when he said milfs will definitely like those. She hadn't expected you to notice that detail, but reading it brought a smile to her face.

Natasha: Massive muscles? I think you're exaggerating a bit.

She typed, trying to downplay your compliment, yet secretly loving the attention.

You: Exaggerating? Not one bit, love. Your biceps are godly💪🔥

You responded, clearly amused by her attempt to deny your compliment.

Natasha felt her heart rate increase at your playful banter and the cute emojis you used. She couldn't help but feel the pain of her cheeks from smiling with your attention and the nicknames you’re calling her.

Nat: Thanks :)))

You: So…where exactly do you live in Brooklyn?

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“Y-you should... probably stop that…” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I-I'm not... I'm not good at…”

You slowly start to grind your hips against Natasha, feeling her body tense up beneath you. Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips nervously.

Despite her protests, you continue to grind against her, feeling her hips instinctively buck up to meet yours. Natasha’s face turns a deep shade of red, and she lets out a soft whimper as she feels herself getting hard beneath you. “P-please... stop…”

And you did, you pause, lifting your hips away from her but you were still straddling her—kneeling straightly where your tits were right in front of her. Natasha whines softly at the loss of the friction, her hips bucking forward as if seeking more. You smirk mischievously, leaning in close to her ear. “I’m stopping because my baby told me to. Mommy has to listen to what her baby says, mommy doesn’t wanna be bad.”

“F-fuck please be bad Mommy.” Natasha whined.

“No mommy wants to be bad to their baby…”

Natasha lets out a frustrated whine again, her hips bucking forward again as she chases the friction she was just denied. “B-but... Mommy... it feels so good…you’re so good…” she whimpers, her eyes filled with need and puppy-dog sadness. “Please... just a little more…”

You slowly unbutton your top, revealing your bra. Natasha’s eyes flick down to your chest, watching intently as you unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor. Your bare breasts come into view, you guide Natasha’s face to your chest, gently cupping the back of her head. Her mouth parts slightly, and you can feel her warm breath on your tits. “Be good and suck Mommy’s tits,” you whisper, your voice laced with desire.

Natasha like a good baby she is, eagerly obeys, pressing soft kisses to your breasts. She kisses and licks, her touch gentle and reverent. You can hear her breathing grow heavier, feel her body tensing as she gets more aroused.

“That's it, baby. Be so good for Mommy…”

Her mouth finds your nipples, and she begins to suck and lick enthusiastically. She moans against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You can feel her hands gripping your waist tightly, her nails digging in slightly.

She continues to suck and lick your peaks, her cold glasses press against your warmth against the skin of your breasts, the temperature difference sending goosebumps across your flesh. You moan softly, your fingers tangling in her hair to keep her head in place as she paid attention to both of your tits.

After several minutes of shared attention on your tits, you guide Natasha's face back up to yours. You lean down and press a soft, passionate kiss to her lips finally settling back down to her lap feeling her hard once again.

Your hands gently stroking Natasha’s braided hair. You reach out and slowly move your hands towards her shorts, immediately feeling her hard cock through her boxers. Her eyes widened as he realized what you're doing. You then pulled out his cock spring free.

“Guess who’s being bad, hm?”

“Please…p-please mommy.”

You carefully shifted to position yourself on Natasha’s pointing cock. You guide her hands to your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto her. You can see the shock and pleasure on her face as you envelope her with your warm walls. “Y/N…” she stammers.

“That’s not my name baby.”

“Mommy, please!”

You bit your lower lip and began to move, taking her in and out of your warmth, Natasha’s head lolls back, her mouth opening in a silent 'O' of pleasure. Her hands on your hips tighten, her fingers digging in slightly. “It's...it's so tight, Mommy…you’re so…”

“Mhm, yeah?” You pant condescendingly, “Mommy’s what baby?”

“So good! So tight!” She cries.

“Oh yeah?”

You lean down, your breath hot against her ear. “That's because Mommy’s special hole is made just for my special baby. Only for you…” You punctuate each phrase with a slow thrust, taking her deeper.

Natasha’s breathing grows faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Her hips buck upwards to meet your slow, languid movements. “Mommy...it...it feels…so good…” she moans softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I... I think I'm... I'm…”

“Are you good?” You asked, but the redhead didn't answer, her eyes shut closed behind her fogged glasses and was too focused on her pleasure and you loved it.

“Are you good, Natasha?” Now you calling her on her first name caught her attention.

“Y-yes…”

Your hands gripped her shoulders as you continued to ride her. “Then hold it, baby. If you're good you’re going to hold it until Mommy says you can come…” You increase the pace slightly, your own pleasure building as you feel him throb inside you. “That's it... just hold on…”

Her face scrunches up in concentration, her hands bruising your waist. “M-Mommy... it's...it's too much...I can't... I can't hold it…” she whines pitifully, his voice filled with need and desperation. “Please…”

“No, baby. You hold it. You can do it. Mommy knows you're strong…” You lean back further, grinding down onto her, your abdominal muscles flexing, “and you’re good, you can do it baby.”

Natasha lets out a high-pitched whine, her body trembling as she tries her best to obey. “I-I'm trying...Mommy...I'm trying to be good…” her body stiffens, her back arching slightly as she struggles to hold back.

You lean in close, your voice dropping to a low, soothing tone. “That's my baby... You're doing so well... just a little longer…”

Her face flushed with heat, her pupils dilating as she watched you with an agape mouth, riding her. Suddenly, her expression turns defiant.

“Fuck...maybe I wanna be bad,” she grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you, ignoring your command. “Fuck, mommy I wanna be bad.”

You’re taken aback by her sudden defiance, your eyes widening in surprise. “Natasha... baby, no...oh! ” Your voice trails off as she continues to thrust into you deliciously.

“Shit baby, fuck you’re so strong!”

So now, it's you who's trying to hold back, but Natasha’s sudden burst of strength is overwhelming. She's too powerful, too determined. Her thrusts become brutal, pounding into you with relentless intensity. You're trapped, pinned on top of her dominant form, unable to escape the force of her desires.

“Natty…baby stop…”

“I can't stop, Mommy…” she moans, her body tensing as she reaches her limit. “I... I'm gonna...I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come inside you…” she throws her head towards your shoulder, her movements become erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she empties himself into you. You're left shocked, gasping, trapped on top of her as she finds her release.

“Turn around...get on your hands and knees…”

“Wha—”

Your shocked expression quickly turns into one of pleasure as Natasha’s dominant commands wash over you. You scramble to obey, turning around and dropping to your hands and knees. Natasha stands up, her hands gripping your hips as she holds you in place. “Good...my good girl... Now stay like that…”

As Natasha starts to move behind you, you feel a surge of emotion. Shock, awe, and a touch of humiliation mix together. You never imagined that she would take control like this, especially after she’d seem like the one to submit. Now, the roles are reversed, and you’re the one being taken.

Natasha's grip tightens around your hips as he begins to thrust into you from behind. The angle is different, deeper, and you can't help but let out a moan. “You like that, hm, Mommy?” she growls.

“You like being on the other end, don't you?” she thrusts deep, her hips slapping against your ass. “Answer me…” her hand reaches around, finding your most intimate spot. “Answer me or I'll stop…” she teases you mercilessly.

“Yesyesyes!”

Natasha suddenly pulls out, lifting you up and carrying you to the edge of the bed. She sits down, easily manhandling you over her lap. Your back rests against her chest as her hands held your thighs, keeping your legs wide open as she slides her cock back into your wetness.

She spreads your thighs wider, her knees pushing yours apart as she continues to pound into you. Her touch is unyielding, her rhythm punishing.

“Hold your thigh…” she took your hand and put it to keep your thigh up. “Hold...hold the other...hold both…” she commands, her breath hot against your neck. You comply, your hands gripping your thighs tightly as her strong hand comes down to string your throbbing clit.

“Oh God...Oh God, Natasha...Please... I can't...I can't take it anymore…” Your cries fill the room, your tits bouncing as she pounded inside you.

You threw your head back against Natasha's shoulder, exhausted from your struggles. She reaches up, her hand cupping your jaw and turning your head. Her mouth descends on yours, swallowing your moans. Her tongue slips past your lips, dueling with yours as she continues to pound into you.

You try to wiggle away from her relentless touch, but a strong hand wraps around one of your thighs, pulling you back. “Oh, no you don't…” Natasha's voice breathed in your ear, her hold was strong to keep your legs apart.

Her fingers never stop their relentless strumming on your clit and her cock pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, mama…” she whispers in your ear, her voice dark and commanding. “Squirt all over my cock…”

Her words send you over the edge. With a loud cry, you laid your head on her shoulder, your body convulsing as you came undone. You squirt all over her, your juices gushing out as she continues to thrust into you.

“That's it…” Natasha's own release hits her hard. With a final, brutal thrust, she buries herself deep inside you, her body shuddering as she comes. Her hot seed fills you up, spilling out around her still-pulsating cock. You can feel her hot cum mixing with your own fluids, the combined liquid slowly leaking out of you. You can't help but moan at the sensation, your body continuing to spasm when her cock bumped accidentally in your clit.

“You’re so good for me, mama.”

⧗

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Blinking your eyes open, you find yourself alone in Natasha’s bed. You stretch, wincing slightly at the soreness between your thighs. A quick glance around the room reveals no sign of the girl.

You sit up, rubbing your temples as a wave of guilt and self-disgust washes over you. Post nut clarity hits hard.

“How could I have been so stupid?” You chide yourself, your voice barely a whisper. “I drove four hours just to...to sleep with a stranger on a dating app.”

“Am I really that desperate for a good fuck?” you whisper harshly to yourself.

Panicked, you start searching for your clothes, but they're nowhere to be found. “Where are my clothes?” You mutter, your heart pounding in your chest. Your gaze falls on a large, plain shirt draped over a chair. You grab the shirt, smiling as you read what was printed on it

“The physics is theoretical but the fun is real.”

You quickly slip it on, the fabric swallowing you whole. It reaches down to your mid-thighs, the hem fluttering around your bare legs. You realize with a blush that you're not wearing anything else—just the shirt and your damp underwear.

You decide to take in the surroundings of the woman you slept with last night, it wouldn't be bad wouldn't it? The first thing you notice is how clean and organized Natasha's room is. The walls are adorned with intricate diagrams of solar systems, planets, and stars, each one meticulously labeled and colored. You spot a few custom-made lamps on the desk and shelves, their shapes resembling various celestial bodies that you thought she made herself.

The lamps cast a soft, warm light over the room, their glow mimicking that of distant stars. You see a bookshelf crammed with books on astronomy, physics, and electronics. A large whiteboard takes up one wall, covered in complex mathematical equations and diagrams.

Your gaze drifts downward, landing on a piece of paper on the floor. So you bend down to pick up the paper, smoothing it out on the table as you sit down. At first glance, it appears to be an application of some sort. Your eyes scan the page, taking in the details of information you see.

“Natasha...Alianovna Romanoff,” you smiled as her name tumbled out of your lips. “Beautiful name to moan to...”

“December 3,” you frowned, tilting your head slowly as you read the detail, “2002…” you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

“22 years old?”

A sound of footsteps and a humming echo from outside the room made you alarmed. Panicked, you gripped the paper and rush towards the door, slipping out just as it creaks open. And there you saw Natasha who was cooking some breakfast.

She looks up as you exited her room, her eyes widening briefly as she takes in your appearance. Your hair was a mess and you're wearing her clothes—her favorite one, the oversized t-shirt clings to the curves of your breasts, revealing the outline of your hardened nipples. The hem barely reaches mid-thigh, revealing your bare legs—and your nude colored panties she herself took off last night.

You march towards her, barefoot, brandishing the application paper like a sword.

“You're 22?!”

“Wha—”

“Your bio says you're 28!”

“Wha—I-I didn't kno—”

“That's bullshit!”

“And I was like...God! I slept with someone who's the same age as my sons.” You mimic the same line you said as you recall the events of what happened weeks ago, sharing every detail with Thena, your best friend. She was in fact, the one who told you to try going on a dating app.

“At least you had a good fuck,” Your eyes widened with Thena's vulgar words but you hesitate for a moment before nodding, your face burning with embarrassment. Because, well, it's true...

“Yeah...it was…” You trail off, unable to meet her gaze.

“Good? Good?” Thena asks pulling the words out of you as she noticed you being hesitant.

“She was so gentle at first, almost shy...let me lead her but once she got going...whew!” You whistled softly, fanning yourself as you laughed.

“And you ghosted her…” You pause mid-laugh at your best friend's reply, you felt like she just slapped the reality across your face.

“I...” you raised your brows, palming your chest as you looked at her, “I didn't, okay, I just left. What would you expect me to do? She lied.” You defend, leaning down to your chair as you glance at your best friend who was eyeing you like she knows all your secrets. And she does though, but not this one.

“She's young, Thena,” you reason, “She'll move on. She'll meet someone new.” You dismiss the idea of Natasha being hurt by your not so sudden disappearance with a wave of your hand. “It's not like we had any emotional attachment or anything. Hell, maybe I am the third girl she had in her apartment that week. Who knows?” You chuckled humorlessly. You really wished you weren't.

“Hm, just fucking.”

“Exactly, just fucking,” you say, mirroring Thena's crude language. “We both needed that at the moment.” You nod confidently, convinced that's all it was—a simple physical need fulfilled, nothing more. But as you continue to talk, a small, secret part of you whispers that it was more than just a physical need. You felt a connection, a spark, something that went beyond the surface level. But you quickly silence that voice, deciding to keep your true feelings buried deep inside because there is no chance on getting back, you had deleted the app so there is no more way to contact her. But going to her place is a different conversation and there is no way in hell you're going to do that.

Sighing heavily, you rub your temples, trying to ward off the sudden headache that's formed.

“Besides, what would my sons think if they knew I was dating someone their age?” you muse aloud, looking at Thena with concern and embarrassment. “They'd probably be disgusted, Thee…I swear…”

“At least you're not robbing the cradle or y'know. It's not like she's underage or anything.”

“Okay, enough, stop justifying her age. She still lied, which I didn't like. I wouldn’t date someone who's the same age as my son and someone who’s younger, period.” You said with a finality making your best friend laugh at your now serious face, she’s really not used to you being like that.

“Gosh, they wouldn't even let me date anyone,” you sighed, slumping back in your chair dramatically, making Thena laugh even harder.

“You’ve got some overprotective babies there.” Thena chuckles between giggles.

You can't help but agree with your best friend, nodding your head in agreement. “Yeah, they are pretty overprotective. I swear, sometimes I think they forget I'm an adult too.” You smiled, remembering that your two sweet boys are coming home today for summer break.

⧗

You are excited and all jumpy thinking that every sound you hear is a knock on a door.

You started preparing for their visit, tidying up your home and making sure everything was just right and in place, especially with their bedrooms. The clock ticked by, and soon enough, finally, you heard a real knock towards the door.

With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you went to the door to open it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and then swung the door open.

There they both stood, a cocky smile on their face as they greeted you with a casual “Hey, Mom.”

“Hello my babies.” You almost cried on the spot seeing your grown sons.

“Whatchu cookin’ mama?” your eldest, Mark asked, kissing your forehead before entering the house.

“Your favorite beefy creamy mushroom, baby!” You shout.

“I love you so much, ‘ma!”

Before you could even reply, an arm wrapped around you in a tight embrace, and before you knew it, you were being lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in the air. You squirmed playfully, laughing as you tried to put your weight back down.

“Put me down, you little devil!” You scolded lightheartedly, playfully pushing against your son’s broad shoulders, though secretly enjoying the sweet gesture of your youngest.

As he finally set you down gently, a wide grin still plastered on his face, he let out a sigh and looked at you affectionately.

“I missed you so much, mom.”

“I missed you too, Tony.” You cupped his cheek and pestered him with so many kisses making him giggle.

“I...uhh mama, I hope you wouldn’t mind, I am sorry for telling this to you right now. But I brought a friend over, if that’s fine?” you placed your hands on his shoulders, as he looked at you with his usual puppy-dog eyes, “I owe her big time, I was the reason she’s heartbroken and why her favorite shirt is stolen.”

“Yeah, yeah...” you nodded encouragingly to assure him that it's okay to have some friend over, and the mention of a stolen shirt made you laugh—it was silly you thought.

“Yeah, sure baby…you ca—” you trailed off, your world stopping as you saw the friend your son brought over, standing just few steps behind him.

The friend your son brought over was none other than the person who haunted your dreams every night, the same woman you shared a night with many weeks ago that gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm that not even their father could give.

And you found her looking back at you, her gaze trailing down the shirt you’re wearing that was in fact hers.

“Mom, this is Natasha.”

[justaaveragereader]

In Charge

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Dom!Yunho, Sub!Reader, Light Smacking, Choking, Squirting, Manhandling, Name Calling (Daddy, Princess, Baby), Possesive Yunho, Slight Dumbification, Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Upppp!), Clit Play, If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀!

A/N: Well, well, welllllll…who has missed me😁? I’ve been gone for a couple months but it feels like FOREVAAAA, honestly I will be in and out constantly til about the beginning of November. But I will try to play catch up with the messages and the ask box👏🏼. Or just be more active on here in the mean time even if it isn’t writing. Ya girl is DROWNING in wedding planning, but come November, I will be back active way more than I am now🙃, I’ve missed you all and with some small downtime quickly scratched a lil some some down👀, big daddy Yunho will forever be etched into my heart, while I wish he was etched into my guts..😀, anywaysssss hope all my lovelies enjoy this, and I’m making my way just very slowly to the ask box and DMs🫡, just BARE with me please🖤

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Your knees are pressed to your chest, heaving with each breath you take. Your skin glistens underneath him, his button down shirt wide open, sticking to your dewy skin. The constant slapping of skin on skin fills the room. The musk of sex filled your nose, his eyes are as dark as midnight, determination with each thrust he delivers you. Your eyes grow hooded watching him lock eye contact with you. Just as you squeak out his name his thick cock pushes right against that spongy spot causing you to cry out, back arching off the couch.

“O-Oh! Yunho, pleaseee!”

A smirk graces his face, tossing his head back at the squelching of your wet cunt wrapped around him, bubbling with the essence of pleasure.

“What was that baby?”

He pants through a battered breath. Bringing his head back down to catch a glimpse of your fucked out state, your body feels like it’s in a endless pit of pleasure anytime you fuck the Jeong Yunho.

His large hand comes down to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your damp cheek, letting out a deep chuckle. He pulls his hand back slightly smacking your face, before smushing it between his hand, your lips crush against each other, drool gathering in the corner.

“I need words princess, talk to daddy.”

As tears gather threatening to spill from your eyes, they continuously flutter as he never lets up his speed continuing to push against your spongy spot. Your fucked out expression fueling his ego. Your soft and pathetic whines make his hips stutter. Looking down to see how he’s plunging into your cunt, trying his best to hold back his own orgasm.

His hand taps the side of your face again pulling you out of your daze slightly.

“You with me princess? Talk to daddy, I won’t ask again.”

Biting your crushed lips you let out a small whine, grabbing his hand that is on your face, bringing it down to your lower stomach.

“I can feel you here, daddy.”

You whine pathetically, trying to muster up as much strength as possible you bring your head off the couch looking to see where you and Yunho are connected. His cock with a thick layer of cream around it, your arousal drenching him leaving a trail of stickiness down his balls. A trickle of sweat hits your stomach, you can slightly make out the outline of his cock bullying it’s way in and out of you. The sight swallowing you whole, you can feel a heat to your skin, almost like tiny flames licking all over you. Bringing your knees to your chest once more, folding you in on yourself so he can hit deeper inside of you. His hips pick up speed, letting out a barely audible growl.

“Sl-slow down, pleaseee.” You cried out, feeling that knot in your stomach about to snap. He slows down his thrusting, opting to stroke into you even deeper than before. He effortlessly grunts into your ear, his chest pressing against the front of your shins adding even more pressure to your lower stomach. Clutching his thigh, you try to shove him back slightly, your throat is dry for words, gaping like you are a fish fresh out of water, your back begins to arch as your orgasm starts to take over. Your juices begin to squirt rapidly, sitting up right he pushes your knees together, holding them in one hand. Your intense orgasm pushes his cock out of you. His eyes twinkle with a new found lust, clearly enticed he wraps his hand around his moist cock, slapping it onto your squirting cunt. Letting your juices soak him. Rubbing his cock in between your sopping wet lips, cooing at you. Eyes fluttering with pleasure, your grip on his thigh never letting up. Your mouth is agape, jaw unhinged as you’ve never felt such a pleasure like this. As your body spends out from squirting you try to lower your legs that are locked in one of Yunhos hands. His grip stops your movements letting out a small groan you whine his name. Your drenched, and swollen cunt on display for his dark eyes. You could feel the room shift, the aura that was radiating off him could cut diamonds. He was taking your breath away.

Letting out a whistle you feel his hand snake to your cunt. Fingers collecting all the sticky fluids left upon your skin before parting your pussy lips and smearing it all over. His thumb rubs small circles around your hole, feeling the heat radiate off your spent cunt had his body aching, he wanted you in every way he could have you. His thumb comes up to pinch your swollen, and sensitive clit. Your body jerks at the sudden feeling, hands coming up to try and weakly push him off, juices dripping down to your ass nesting in the previous wet spot beneath you.

“Believe me princess..” he says while getting closer to you, his lips lining up with your ear.

“We aren’t done until I say we are finished.”

You swallow loudly, you know he can feel your cunt ooze with arousal. He wasn’t a man of many words, but when he spoke he could gather moths to him like he was a light. The power that radiated off of him was not too far from addicting. His body shadowing over yours once more. In one simple movement, just by hovering over you he was letting you know who was in charge, who called the shots, who was going to make sure he got his along with making sure that he got yours. Before you can even finish nodding your head he grabs your face, startling you slightly, your cunt clenches around nothing, your eyes immediately dart to his, drinking him in for all that he’s got. His looming presence makes you hungry for him.

“So I’m going to take my time with you, okay? Be a good doll and take it.”

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CHICKEN SHOP DATE ✧  ; - LN4

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* ੈ✩‧₊ Amelia knew you loved f1 and when she had the chance to interview Lando Norris for the chicken shop date she knew you had to do it. So when she made up a lame excuse about how she didn't feel well and that you need to cover her. But one thing she didn't tell you is that you will be interviewing the Lando Norris

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Walking inside the chicken shop, the crew already set the table up and everything Amelia Pa walked up to you. "Do you know who you are interviewing today, Chloe?" you shook your head letting the hairstylist and makeup artist do some small touch ups looking down at her clipboard "Oh I thought Amelia said something to you" shaking your head "no she just asked me to step in for this one" the pa nodded "well you're doing the dinner date with the formula one driver lando norris" looking back at her twice to see if she was joking "um okay" the nerves quickly coming in grabbing your phone out of your pocket texting amelia quickly

She knew exactly what she was doing she knew the fact that you loved Formula One. However, you just never told her that you liked Lando slightly pissed that she lied to you but you have her for that after but slightly grateful that she even let you have your moments Mr norris.

"Alright Chloe Lando will be here soon you want to sit in the booth and we'll bring him to you" nodding slightly walking towards the booth the food already placed a capri sun on the other side. Take a photo of the setup quickly posting it on your Instagram

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Looking over towards the door, seeing Lando stepping in, the pa quickly rushed towards his side nerves, coming back to the bottom of your stomach. Watching Lando and Pa walking towards you "Lando this is Chloe and Chloe. This is Lando she will be doing your interview today." Lando holding out his hand for you to shake which you quickly accepted. His warmth makes you feel something inside. "Shall we begin?" the pa interrupted. You and Lando agree.

Lando taking a seat infront of you placing his straw inside the capri sun.

"So let's start with something easy." Looking down at your cards and then back at Lando, "How many cars do you have, and which one is your favourite?" Lando grabbing a chip "I have like maybe 16 cars but my favourite is the Jolly Just Cruising around Monaco with the roof down with your friends is fun" You nodded sipping your coke "Right would you have a passenger princesses?" Lando laughed a little ."I would love to have a passenger princess" Giving you a slight smile leaning in towards you ," taking a chip from the box. "Are you a big spoon or a small spoon?" Wanting to hear the answer more so for myself leaning in towards Lando "Um never really tried to be a small spoon, but a big spoon is what I prefer, taking a drink from his capri sun and smiling at you slight

Looking up at Lando, licking your lips slightly, "I heard it hot in the McLaren. Is that true?" Lando laughed slightly making you fall for him even more " Um yeah it's really hot the lads have to remind me to always take my water" looking down at the table "be more hotter with me" making him slightly blush a little grabbing a chip "do you have a crush on any singers or movie actors?" making him shake his head "no not really, but you're turning into one, " making you blush a little. You knew it's for the content, and the cameras but you just wished it was slightly true. "Are you a romantic type?" Picking up your drink and bringing it to your lips, taking a slight slip, before placing it back on the table "You can say I am well I hope I am" questioning himself a little making you smile "Well ill be the judge of that" looking down at your notes looking back at lando finding him fixing his jumper slightly "do you share your clothes with your girlfriends?" Making him nod instantly."I love it when girls wear my clothes. "Well, maybe you will let me borrow one of your jumpers, " you quickly replied, taking another chip, then back at lando, watching him give you a little wink. "Maybe I shall"

Alright lady and gents that's a wrap the producer cut us off stopping the cameras "well that was fun" You said looking at lando once again "yeah yeah maybe we should do it next time just without the cameras" making you blush once again giving him a nod.

Amelia producer walking towards your table "thank you so much for doing this use too sorry Amelia didn't tell you Chloe and Lando were pleased to have you" shaking his hand giving her fair well

walking out of the chicken shop you and Lando stood outside "Can I have your number" Lando asked "Er um yes of course" Shocked that he asked you telling him your number "Right'll see you again yeah?" nodding your head lingering for a second watching Lando walk to his car smiling slightly you could kill Amelia but that women sure does know what's she playing at

Maybe he is your forever chicken shop date.

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What’s this? A Thursday edition of spicy sleepover??? Thank you as always, Dee!!

I think our dear Osamu needs some attention—perhaps in the bathroom 👀👀

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osamu miya x f!reader

You wear a new sundress to the twins' birthday party, and Osamu's patience treads a woefully thin tightrope.

wc: 1.2k

c: 18+ only, established relationship, bathroom sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie

SPICY SLEEPOVER - PART V

“Didja really have to wear this?”

Osamu’s voice is a gravelly, labored exhale between the hot, messy press of his lips to your neck, punctuated by the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut as he pushes you up against it. 

“Should I go home and change?” you ask, the amusement in your voice tapering off into a gasp as he drags his teeth against the soft, sensitive juncture between your shoulder and your neck.

“Fuck no,” Osamu rasps, the damp trail of kisses making its way to the swell of your breasts that’s hardly contained by the neckline of your sundress.

To be fair, Osamu’s first time seeing you in this new sundress was when you picked him up from work earlier—and he subsequently spent most of the ride over to Atsumu’s apartment going through the seven stages of horny grief.

“Atsumu’s going to be mad if we’re late,” you chided as the hand on your knee began to migrate higher. 

“It’s my birthday party, too,” Osamu griped, lips turning downward in a pout as you laced your fingers with his and moved them to the outside of your thigh.

The goodwill of Osamu’s precariously balanced patience nearly ran out when you bent over to grab his brother’s gift out of the trunk—and you may very well have never made it inside, if not for the sound of Aran’s voice calling out your names in greeting as he leaned out the front door, the sound of music pouring out onto the sidewalk.

At the very least, the two of you managed to traipse through the house and backyard for hellos and before Osamu eventually caught you on your way back down the stairs from the bathroom.

It’s ironic, in a way—finding yourself pressed up against the inside of Atsumu’s bathroom door again, a breathy, low whine teetering on the edge of your lips as Osamu’s hands push up the skirt of your dress.

“Remember the last time—”

“—we ripped the towel bar right outta the wall.”

(Atsumu bitched about his security deposit for weeks.)

Osamu’s kneeling on the floor between your legs now, eyes sparkling with mischief as he gazes up at you, lips quirked upward in a grin as his hands brush the backs of your thighs. 

It was years ago, back when Osamu’s hair was still an ashy gray, when Onigiri Miya was still a pipedream. Before he got down on one knee in the middle of a busy sidewalk in the snow and choked out a laugh when he told you he couldn’t wait any longer, pulling a small, black box out of his jacket pocket.

This apartment and bathroom are far nicer than the last one, too, courtesy of the blonde twin’s MSBY salary.

But some things haven’t changed—like the way your husband’s staring up at you now, eyes alight with a hunger and fondness that hasn’t faded in the slightest. 

Osamu squeezes your ankle gently, and you lift one foot after the other as he slips your panties off, tucking them into the pocket of his black button down top for safe keeping.

“For someone that kept swattin’ me every time my hand went near yer ass out there, ya sure are wet,” he drawls from underneath your dress, coy as ever. 

Your ability to formulate any sort of response is quickly vanquished by the feeling of his fingers sliding through your slick folds, and you can feel the slick drip of arousal already beginning to slide down the inside of your thighs without your underwear to soak into.

Osamu knows what he’s doing when he slips a finger into your tight entrance, angling his free hand just right so that the cool metal of his wedding band is pressing into your clit.

“‘Samu,” you whine, palm clamped to your mouth.

He shifts his hand, massaging the throbbing bundle of nerves with the ring while he stretches you open further with a second finger, and an amused huff falls from his lips as you drag a shaking hand through his hair.

“That sure ain’t gonna be inconspicuous,” he muses as you tug on the dark strands and muss them even further, biting your bottom lip to stifle the moan crawling up your throat.

“I’m sure Atsumu’s got a brush in here somewhere,” you pant out, readjusting your balance as Osamu lifts your left foot to rest on the edge of the tub.

“‘m gonna pretend ya didn’t just say my brother’s name while I’m between your legs,” he grouses.

“Give me a reason to say yours again, then,” you tease, if only because you know what kind of a reaction that kind of provocation will get out of your husband.

Osamu snorts and rasps under his breath, “Ya love playin’ with fire.”

And it’s the only warning you have before he licks a broad, firm stroke down the length of your slit. 

Your husband is quietly modest about most of his talents, a pride that peeks through in the crinkling of his eyes when a new customer compliments his food. The steady, careful flex of the veins in his forearms as he shapes the rice with a rhythm that’s become muscle memory.

(He says Atsumu uses the Miya name to brag enough for the both of them, after all.)

But he’s different here, with his mouth latched onto your cunt like he’s never known a taste so divine. 

Osamu knows just how good he is at this—making you tremble and whimper beneath the dexterous tease of his tongue, saliva and arousal dripping down his chin as he glances up at your ecstasy-stricken face while he’s knuckle-deep inside of you. 

He might be the one on his knees, but you’re the one ready to fall apart, held aloft on continuous, cresting waves of pleasure only by the sheer precision of Osamu’s control over your orgasm. And he’s more than a little smug about it, too, as you writhe against the wall, tongue slipping into your cunt as he grasps the globes of your ass and works you open like a filthy, sloppy meal. 

“Osamu.”

Sparks of searing, hot pleasure burst through your veins, and your legs feel impossibly weak as the rest of your muscles are fraught with tension. Osamu’s quick to notice the trembling of your thighs, readjusting his grip to hold you steady as your hand slides down the wall.

But it’s all for naught when he thrusts two fingers back into your pussy and starts sucking on your aching clit, the coil of tension deep in your abdomen collapsing in on itself under the weight of your pleasure as an intense climax punches out of you. Your hand scrambles for purchase, fingers closing around something soft as clear liquid sprays from your cunt, and Osamu lets out a deep groan as you squirt all over his face and hand, finger fucking you through the waves of your orgasm, his own hand colliding with the wall as he begins to lose his composure as well. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he exhales, voice rough.

There’s a loud snapping noise, and you glance beside you to find the towel bar dangling from the wall, both of your hands fisted in the material.

It’s only after Osamu’s subsequently bent you over the sink, cock plunging deep into your sensitive cunt until he’s filled you to the brim with ropes of hot, sticky cum, that he finally spares a remorseful glance at your joint handiwork.

“Should we try and fix it?” you ask as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before making his way across the curve of your jaw, dubiously eyeing the ruined drywall anchors.

Osamu turns and stares at it for a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons of doing something nice for his twin.

"Nah," he grins, twirling your panties around on his finger with a smirk before stuffing them back into his pocket and unlocking the bathroom door.

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RECEIVING GIFTS • SOLO SIKOA

authors note: hey my loves, we are now nearing the end of the love language series🥹 (one part left, it feels like it just started omg) also don’t yell at me! I know I’ve been m.i.a😭 midterms took a huge toll on my mental health and I wanted to make sure to give y’all the best and nothing half assed especially when it comes to solo since he’s so underrated. as for the next AND final part of this series, I’m making it a surprise👀 i’ll make a poll for you to guess who might be the one I’m currently writing so anyone in my tag list be on the lookout for it! without further a due, enjoy this one shot and have a happy halloween 🎃 💗

summary: in which sefa gifts you an item that you can both indulge in.

warnings: 18+ (MDNI), porn w/minimal plot, will be referring to solo as ‘sefa’, reader is a black woman, soft dom! solo sikoa x sub! female reader, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), sex toys (vibrator), mirror sex (small mention), dirty talk, praise, reverse cowgirl, spanking, squirting, choking, overstimulation, a bit of roughness.

word count: 1.3k words

the soft amber light of your bedroom casts a warm glow over your brown skin, highlighting every curve. you sit on the bed, wrapped loosely in a cozy robe that barely skims your thighs, your thick curls framing your face like a beautiful halo. sefa grins as he leans against the doorframe, holding a sleek black box with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“what’s that?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow and giving him a playful, curious look.

“a lil somethin’ for my girl," sefa replies, walking over to you, his grin widening. “open it, mama."

you bite your lip as he hands the box over to you. your fingers tug at the black ribbon and lift the lid. nestled inside is a bubblegum-pink hitachi wand. your mouth falls open, eyes widening as you look from the wand to sefa, who is clearly very pleased with himself.

“really, baby?" you tease, though your voice comes out shaky.

he shrugs, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “what? I know you like the color pink…and cumming,” he says, nuzzling your neck, letting his beard graze your skin and sending a shiver through you. “and besides…I’m tryna see you lose it for me.”

your cheeks heat up by this point. the way he looks at you, soft brown eyes darkened with lust, is always your biggest weakness. before you can say another word, sefa slips behind you on the bed, pulling you back against his broad chest, his thick arms wrapping around your waist. he slides the robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to your lap, leaving you bare and exposed. his large hands spread over your hips, squeezing gently. “mmm…so damn beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a trail of warm kisses down your neck, biting playfully at the sensitive spots that make you melt.

“baby…” you whisper, already breathless as his lips find that spot just beneath your ear, his teeth grazing your skin, rough and teasing.

“relax, mama," he whispers, his deep voice rumbling through you. “just let daddy take care of you…”

he flicks the wand on with a low hum, the vibrations filling the room. you barely have a second to process the sound before he slips his arm under your knees, pulling your thighs apart, opening you up completely. his free hand guides the wand between your legs, pressing it firmly against your sensitive clit.

“oh my god—" you gasp, back arching against him as the first pulse hits you.

“yeah, that’s it,” he chuckles, nipping at your ear.

the sensation is overwhelming, a jolt of pleasure that makes your thighs tense and your toes curl. you can barely catch your breath, body already writhing in his arms, but sefa just holds you tighter, chuckling low in your ear. his hands move down to grip your thighs, fingers sinking into the soft skin, leaving little crescent marks as he keeps you in place.

“uh-uh, baby girl," he murmurs, voice filled with that loving roughness that makes your insides melt. “you’re not going anywhere…mmhmm gon’ take it just like this, nice and easy."

you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as the wand sends wave after wave of pleasure through you. sefa’s hand slides up to your throat, his warm, rough fingers wrapping around your neck. he applies just the slightest bit of pressure, sending your head spinning with a mix of pleasure and exhilaration.

“eyes on me, baby,” he says, squeezing your neck gently, grounding you. “I want to see that pretty face when you cum.”

you open your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. your full lips are parted, your skin glowing, thick curls framing your face as you stare at your reflection. you look so damn gorgeous like this, spread out in his arms, completely at his mercy.

“mmm, you lookin' at yourself?" he whispers, biting your neck, leaving little love marks along your skin. “see how beautiful you are?"

your cheeks flush, and you feel that familiar heal pooling in your belly. you’re so close, teetering on the edge, every nerve in your body on fire. “sefa, please,” you whimper, your voice breathless.

he just coos at you, his hand slipping from your throat to grip your hip, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. "oh, baby, I’m just getting started."

and then, without warning, he presses the wand harder against your clit, sending a shock of pleasure through you. you cry out, your thighs trembling, but sefa doesn’t let that deter him. he begins a steady rhythm, the wand’s relentless vibration and his warm, solid body surrounding you.

“you can take it, can’t you?” he whispers, kissing the side of your neck. “you daddy’s good girl, I know you can take it.”

you nod, your breathing ragged, your fingers clutching the sheets as the pleasure intensifies, building to its peak. but sefa just smirks, tightening his grip on your hips. “that’s right, mama. you ain't tappin' out on me yet.”

with that, he slips the wand away briefly, making you huff in protest. before you can fully process the loss, he shifts, positioning himself behind you and pulling your hips back. you feel the thick head of his cock press against your entrance, tapping against your slick folds.

“want daddy's dick, princess?” he murmurs, his voice a low, playful growl as he squeezes your hips.

“yes…please, daddy,” you whimper, every word slipping from your lips without hesitation.

one hand comes down to give your ass a firm smack, making you yelp. “good girl,” he growls, then slides into you with one slow, deliberate thrust. your head falls back against his chest, a moan slipping from your lips as he fills you completely.

“look at that,” he whispers in your ear, his voice dark with desire. “takin' me like a fuckin' pro. you like that shit, don’t you?”

“yes…oh god, yes,” you moan, your body shaking as he begins to move, each thrust deep and slow, hitting that special spot inside you.

“that's my good girl,” he murmurs, his grip on your hips tightening as he picks up the pace, his cock filling you with every stroke. his hand comes down again, another smack to your ass that sends a delicious sting across your skin. "daddy’s so proud of you, takin' me so well."

your moans grow louder, each thrust dragging you closer to the edge. your fingers dig into his thighs, your breathing ragged as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. but sefa isn’t done with you. with one hand still gripping your hip, he brings the wand back to your clit, pressing it against your sensitive flesh.

"come on, baby girl," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. “come on this dick, lemme feel that shit.”

the combination of his thrusts and the wand’s unrelenting vibrations is too much. your body tenses, and then you shatter, your climax crashing over you in waves that leave you gasping, trembling in his embrace.

“uh-huh that’s it,” he groans, his own voice strained with pleasure. he doesn’t stop, his thrusts growing rougher, harder, each one sending another shock of pleasure through your already sensitive body. you whimper, your body twitching from overstimulation, but he holds you tight, grounding you with his touch.

“sefa…'s too much…I can’t—” you gasp, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

“yes, you can, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “you can take it and you will. one more for me, come on.”

with one final press of the wand, he pushes you over the edge again, your body shuddering as another orgasm rips through you, making you gush all over him. your eyes flutter shut, your entire body going slack in his arms as the pleasure washes over you.

sefa groans, his hips snapping forward one last time as he finds his own release, his body pressing close to yours, filling you completely. you stay like that, tangled together, breathing heavy, completely spent.

“damn, mama,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “so...you like your gift?”

you chuckle softly, your body relaxed and content as you lean back into him, a smile playing at your lips. “you chose well."

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Heard you want more requests 👀. I have many ideas for Clarisse lol.

Clarisse x Fem!Child of Aphrodite Reader who was a beauty queen for pageants before joining camp. Often snarky and Brattish but really sweet to Clarisse.

Clarisse finds a box in her cabin under readers bed, Polaroids of her old pageants where she won. Reader also still has her favorite dress and a framed picture of herself in the box along with all of her Polaroids.

Reader walks in on her admiring the contents of the box?

- Marshmellow :]

- it’s not my fault -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Aphrodite! Reader

An - this is giving Regina George and I’m here for it, also if this sucks my excuse is I’m sick 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Most people called you condescending. Fair. But they wasn’t all there was to you. You were a pageant queen, who knows how many you’ve won at this point.

From bright red dresses to dull black ones you’ve had every design from X Y to Z. Coming to camp you gave that up though. The dream of being miss universe becoming just a thought instead of reality.

But you couldn’t completely give it all up. Inside your cabin and under the bunk there was a box holding some old pictures of you in all your glory, next to it was a black dress bag that held a stunning dress; one that complimented your figure and hair. One that you were supposed to wear at a pageant before your saytr Guide dragged her away.

—

“What are You doing” You raised an eyebrow as clarisse got into the floor looking under your bed. You were sitting on the vanity beside your bunk doing your 10 step skin care while clarisse, bless her soul only trusted soap and water.

All your siblings were out at a party in the woods giving you the cabin to just you and clarisse.

“I’m grabbing a box” her voice mumbled from the wooden frame. As she pulled out a rose colored box you mentally groaned knowing why she was doing it.

“Really? It’s tacky Lise”

“No it’s adorable” she corrected with a smile. Sitting on the edge of the bed she started to go through the photos, pointing out each dress she liked or wish she had the chance to see in person. “See look” Clarisse leaned over the edge pushing the picture onto your desk. “In this picture I’m telling you your mother blessed you or something because you’re glowing”

“And your cringe” You gave a sarcastic response taking the picture back. Clarisse rolled her eyes tilting her head to the side giving you the chance to lean down, giving her a small kiss.

The lavender scented lip Mask sticking onto clarisses chapped lips. “Babe.. I love you but please for the love of the gods let me do your skin, your lips are so fucked up” you ghosted your thumb over her bottom lip.

“Only, if you’ll try on that dress that’s under your bunk that you act like doesn’t exist”

“Why do You Wanna See That”

“Because im curious”

You gave her a suspicious look before just Tossing your headband aside. You reached under the bed, Pulling out the dress bag you quickly unzipped it. Clarisses attitude was like a child on Christmas.

You started taking your shirt off, Having to get undressed to even put the dress on. You tossed your bra into clarisses face with a smile. “You’re staring”

Clarisse Just shrugged, you knew she had no shame.

Stepping into the dress you shimmied the skin tight fabric up your body until it was over your chest. Zipping it up and flipping your hair to the side you placed your hands on your hips. “There” you dramatically sighed.

You watched as clarisse did a critical look over your body before responding. “Looked better in my mind”

“Your the wors” You laughed pushing her down onto the bed. Unable to move properly however you fell directly on top of her. Clarisse helped move You to the side, running her hands up and down your body.

“Seriously though it looks perfect on you” she mumbled. “Thank you baby” you smiled closing the gap and giving her a small kiss.

The cabin door opened, one of your siblings stepping inside with her boyfriend. “Get out!” You practically screamed causing the girl to run out. You rolled your eyes once again “I swear their all stupid” playing with a strand of clarisses hair you smiled wide. “Ok skin care time!”

[daisies-daydreams]

Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut  Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names   Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

+++

Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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How The MHA Guys Act When They Realize They Don't Have a Condom 💋

Synopsis: You're with your Pro Hero boyfriend and things are getting steamy! But - oh no! - he doesn't have a condom on him! What ever will you do!? A little peak into how each hero would handle such a precarious situation 👀

Ships: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Note: Smut alert!!! Strictly A18+ ONLY! All characters are in their late 20s.

CW: MDNI!, spicy scenes, semi-public sex, dubcon (in the Katsuki section), mention of oral sex, penetrative sex scenes, mention of Costco

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How the MHA guys act when they realize they don’t have a condom 😱

Izuku x Reader 🥦💚

Things have been getting so crazy hot and heavy lately with your freckled boyfriend Izuku. Ever since the first time you two had sex together a few weeks ago, he can’t keep his hands off of you. In just a few days time, you’ve let him take you in every position you know how – you’re both absolutely insatiable.

You’re putting on a cute outfit for a dinner date with Izuku when you hear your apartment doorbell ring. He’s super early – maybe by a full hour. You throw your hair up in a ponytail and dash to open the door for your sweet broccoli-haired boyfriend. You gasp aloud at the sight that greets you – Izuku stands in his hero uniform, fresh from battle. His hair is mussed and his costume is torn in several places. He has dark circles under his eyes and looks absolutely exhausted. Your hands fly to cover your mouth in shock as you take in the battle worn hero.

“’Zuku…what on Earth!?”

Izuku smiles sheepishly. “Mind if we just order in dinner tonight? It’s been a rough 24 hours at the agency.”

“Is everything okay!?” You run to get a damp washcloth so you can dab at the small scrape that’s sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“It is now – please don’t worry! I’m a little worse for wear but nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix.” He smiles fondly as you poke at his wounds with your washcloth, cleaning building debris out of shallow cuts.

“Of course we can order takeout. Anything you need, babe, please let me know.” You say sincerely.

“A-actually, Y/N. There is one thing-”

And that’s how you end up straddling Izuku on the couch, his hands twisting in your hair as you kiss him while trying to work his belt loose.

“You don’t understand how much I need to be inside you right now babe. Your pussy is absolutely perfect – it’s like a hard reset for my body every time you make me cum, I – “ Izuku stops talking dirty and his expression shifts a bit.

“Oh shit…Y/N, I don’t have a condom on me!”

He must see the way your face has fallen at the statement, because in a flash he’s scrambling out of bed and rethreading his belt into his uniform. You motion for him to rejoin you in bed, ready to tell him that you don’t need to fuck tonight. He looks so exhausted and injured, it’s probably better if you both take a rest anyway -

“I’ll be right back!” In typical Izuku fashion, he’s sprinting out the door with boundless energy. You’re left sitting with your clothes disheveled and your jaw agape.

A half hour later, he’s zooming back through the still-unlocked door. He proudly holds up a bag for you to inspect.

“Izuku, you didn’t need to run out like that. You’re all beat up and I would have been perfectly happy just to-”

But he cuts you off with a wave of his hand. He tosses the full bag into your arms for inspection. The minute the package leaves his arms, he starts stripping – he pulls off his belt and his hero uniform follows. He uses a quick boost of One for All to speed up the process, and he’s soon standing over you in nothing but his tight-fitting boxers.

You tear your eyes away from him and slowly unwrap the package in your hands.  When you see its contents you burst out laughing. Within the brown plastic grocery bag is an absolutely MASSIVE box of Trojan condoms. It must have at least 50 packets inside!

“What the hell Izuku?!” You cry out as tears of laughter roll down your cheeks. Never in a million years would you have imagined that he’d come back with this.

“I ran to Costco!” He says enthusiastically. “This was in the bulk section!” Now he’s hopping on one foot as he struggles to disentangle himself from his black boxers. His hard cock is on full display for you – and despite being deep in the through of laughter, your mouth practically waters as you take in how hot your boyfriend looks naked.

“Everything in Costco is the bulk section. That’s, like, the entire point of Costco!” You shriek, unable to stop your giggles.

Izuku throws himself on top of you on the couch, and the box o’ condoms goes flying across the room. You make a mad grab for it, but it’s too late – the box hits the ground at an angle and there’s an explosion of wrapped condoms across your living room floor. You can’t breathe you’re laughing so hard. Izuku joins in, throwing his head back to laugh loud and carefree. After a moment of belly laughing together, he scrambles off of you and starts shoveling condoms back into the box with his hands.

“Now start taking your clothes off!” He calls over his shoulder. “We’ve only got 5 hours until I’m back on-shift at the agency, and I think we can get through at least 3 of these before I have to go back.” He throws a handful of condoms in your direction and you know it’s about to be a fun couple of hours!

Katsuki x Reader 💥🧡

The mid-day sun shines through your private office window and bounces across your paper-strewn work station. The clock on the wall chimes half-past 3 o’clock and the sound reverberates through the quiet office. The door is locked and the blinds are pulled – your co-workers outside your office door are none the wiser about your current predicament.

Katsuki Bakugo has you bent over your large wooden desk. He’s stripped you of your sensible work skirt and he’s currently eating you out from behind, using his fingers to rub sweet circles around your clit.

“Katsuki – Katsuki we shouldn’t be doing this at work!” You moan out in a strangled whisper right before he hits a really good spot. You clap your hand over your mouth and try to stifle your guttural sounds of pleasure.

Katsuki gets another few licks in before he pulls away from your pussy, wiping his mouth as he gives your perky ass a quiet smack!

“It’s your work, not mine. I don’t care if we get caught. Besides – work is the reason we haven’t been able to see each other in over two weeks. You’ve been attending all those stupid shitty galas and I’ve been off on missions.”  He continues to rub your clit as he pushes you back over the desk. You moan at the harsh way his fingers dig into your vulva. “Letting us use this office to fuck is the least your job can do for us after keeping us apart so fuckin’ long.”

It’s true – you’ve been entertaining clients for the past few weeks around the clock. Your support gear agency is about to be part of a big merger with Katsuki’s hero agency. The two of you met two years ago at a company event long before the merger was in the works, and have been fucking ever since. You think the two of you might be in love with each other, but you’re both too stubborn to say.

Katsuki pulls over your desk chair and makes himself comfortable, unzipping his pants as he sits back in the ergonomic leather chair. He pulls out his cock and gives it a few strokes before motioning for you to join him.

“Come here, babe. Have a seat on this hard cock.” He grabs your hips and pulls you backwards towards him.

“Wait – Kats! I don’t have a condom.” You look over your shoulder at him apologetically. He looks so handsome and too hot to be allowed, sitting in your chair with his cock out. His fingers dig into your hips.

“Don’t you usually have ‘em in your bag?” He says in a rough voice, eyes darting around the room in search of your purse.

“We used the last one at that client dinner last month, I’ve been meaning to restock.” If there’s one thing you and Katsuki love, it’s a quick fuck at a work event.

“Fuck.” Katsuki curses under his breath. He rubs his hands up and down your sides as he thinks through his next move. “Well, good thing I’ve got good reflexes. I’ll just try to pull out before I cum in ya.”

“Wait ! What-”

But you can’t even get a full sentence out before he pulls you back and onto his cock. All thoughts are erased from your mind as you feel his hard tip catch on your entrance and slide smoothly inside you. He doesn’t even give you time to adjust before he has you bouncing in reverse cowgirl on his dick. You cry out in pleasure as you feel his raw cock press against your sweet spot. You throw your hands out in front of you and clutch at your desk for support.

Turns out Kastuki’s overselling his supposed “good reflexes.” He at least has the decency to look abashed when he cums inside you five minutes later. He doesn’t even try to pull out. He’s selfish that way, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can and letting your pussy milk him dry.

Within minutes of spilling his seed inside of you he’s back on his feet, zipping up his jeans and striding out your office door to go back to his agency for patrol. He venmos you some money to cover a pack of Plan B and a fresh pack of condoms at the convenience store down the block.

Kirishima x Reader 🦈❤️

Eijiro is slowly sliding your panties down your legs, looking at your pussy like it’s paradise on Earth. He's leaning in to touch you, whispering sweet affirmations as he caresses your bare legs. He looks absolutely heaven struck, when all of a sudden a look of horror washes over his face.

“What is it Eij!?” you say in a panic, worried that something is deeply wrong with your boyfriend. He groans in response and sits back on the bed, running a big hand through his bright red hair in frustration.

“Y/N, I forgot to buy condoms! They were on my grocery list and I totally spaced.”

Eijirou always insists that a gentleman’s job is to provide suitable protection, so he has always been the procurer of safe sex products.

“I’m sorry, babe. Do you have any backups?” He peers up at you hopefully and you bite back a laugh. He looks like a desperate puppy when he gives you those kinds of looks with his big crimson eyes.

You lean over to rifle through your bedside table. “Sorry, Ei. Looks like I’m fresh out of wrappers.”

Eijirou lets out a grumble. But by the time you look back up at him, he’s sporting a wicked shark-toothed grin.

“That’s okay – a real man can satisfy his girl with whatever he has on hand. And I know from experience that my tongue can do a pretty fine job.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken and you barely have time to register what he means before Eijirou Kirishima is diving in between your thighs.

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[two-white-butterflies]

riptide | a. targaryen

Description: Aegon's friends wonder why he has all the coolest things, even though he doesn't have a job. Pairing: college-student!aegon/ceo!reader two

"Do you call someone a sugar mommy when they're younger than you?" Aegon scrolls on his phone, reading the thousands of messages that you sent to him. His brother's eye widens, placing the bottle of beer down the table loudly.

"So the person that your dating is a sugar mommy?" his brother insinuated, and Aegon freezes on his tracks. It was well known around the campus that he was taken, but no one knew by whom. They didn't even know if the person he was dating was a girl or a boy.

All that they knew was that they managed to leave gifts for Aegon everywhere around the campus. From flowers to handwritten notes, everyone was interested about his love-life. The professors had a running bet - some of them think that his lover is a politician, others think that they're an actress - but one thing was for certain, they didn't know who she was.

"I mean - you do change your wardrobe every season," the man pointed - staring at his brother's new coat. Aemond was a little jealous of his older brother - it must be nice to have some sort of power on your side. "It's called having flair," his brother snorts, while taking a swig of his beer.

"Flair requires money - and our father doesn't send us a lot of that." Aemond rolls his eye, reaching for his phone to scroll on his instagram. "I mean, good for you. It's hard to find money in this economy." Aemond sighs, leaning down on his chair.

He still had a few thousand dollars in his bank account - but he'd need to find a job in order to afford rent next month. "- just make sure that they're not a mafia boss, or something." the man teased, smiling as he sees a meme of Thomas Shelby on his newsfeed.

"I'd give the world if she was just a mafia boss," he mumbled, eyes drifting off to the gala that you were attending. You looked ravishing wearing that designer gown - too bad he wasn't there to dance with you, as he was occupied with another event.

"Are you following her on your instagram?" Aemond inquired - scrolling down his brother's 'following' list. Aegon's eyes narrowed, closing his phone and attempting to peek through his brother's.

"No," he lied - thinking that it would be enough to stop Aemond.

"Is she following you?" Aemond questioned - scrolling to the left to access his 'followers' list. "Can you stop stalking me?" Aegon glares and another sigh escapes his brother's mouth.

"Why can't you tell me? I tell you everything," he complained in a manner that only a little brother would. "I told you about Alys," he asserted, thinking that it would be enough to sway Aegon.

"She's a fucking cougar," Aegon cursed while rising to his feet.

"- as for my girlfriend, you'll know when we get married."

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Everyone was whispering behind his back - apparently a big box was brought in front of his apartment, and nobody knew what it was. "This one's big," Aemond remarked while helping his brother bring it inside their shared room. "The same thing can be said about me," Aegon joked - settling the box loudly on the floor.

He reaches for the phone on his back pocket, prepared to call you and ask what you gave him.

"Hello, baby." your melodious voice floods his senses, his stomach is filled with butterflies.

"Hey baby, I got a package - do you know what it is?" he asked, seeing no evidences of your address or name on the box.

A small laugh exits your mouth, and he could hear the chatter of the office from behind you. "You should open it baby, I got to go now." you smile while hanging up.

He places the phone back on his pockets, watching while his brother opens the box with an exacto knife. "I just hope it's not expensive enough to get robbed," Aemond crossed his fingers - lifting the top sheet of the styrofoam from the object.

A gasp escapes his mouth as he realized that it was the gaming pc that he was pining for. "Oh my god," he cursed, a smile paints his lips as he opened it further.

He made a mental note to thank you once your meeting was over.

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@watercolorskyy

[misterblanc]

react (pt. I)

toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: a gift from toto leads to unfortunate consequences

warnings: mature language, smut (sex toys, humiliation kink, slight coercion, mean!toto, daddy kink), german google translate, not beta'd so possible errors [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

notes: i need this man six ways from sunday and i need him to be mean doing it. anyways, this one goes out to my old man fuckers 💕 considering this a TBC that I'll hopefully extend sometime this week with some more lewis interaction 👀!

words: 1,695

❣️ dirty thangs under the cut ❣️

"You want me to what?" you asked incredulously, looking back and forth from Toto to the small black box in your lap.

"I want you to wear it tonight, liebling." Toto smiled down at you, his large tuxedo-clad frame standing in front of where you sat on your hotel bed.

You gulped, fingering the black satin ribbon that you had discarded next to you in your eagerness to unwrap your gift... if that was what you could call this.

Tonight you had planned to attend another one of the many motorsport racing ceremonies that you had accompanied Toto to since your marriage several months previously. Dressed in a long silk gown (which was actually a gift from Toto) that wrapped deliciously around the curves of your body, you had begun to slide on your high heels for the night when he approached you with the box.

Inside was a small, baby-pink length of silicone. There was no label or instructions accompanying it, but the burning heat that was growing in the pit of your stomach told you exactly what it was.

"Mmm, I don't know Toto...what if people can tell? What if they can hear?" You began blushing at the thought of George and Lewis and...oh God, Lewis...knowing you were getting off mere feet away from them.

"Sweet girl, no one will be able to tell. It's quiet - I promise," Toto reassured. "Just listen."

With a click of the tiny black remote he held in his hand, the vibrator buzzed to life, jumping around the box. You immediately started giggling at how innocent the movement made the toy seem.

"See, I told you. Think of it as a fun little game - you know how boring these award ceremonies can be. Besides, don't you want to make Daddy proud?" he asked, cupping your face gently and dragging the soft pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

At the sound of that special nickname, you knew you had no choice. And c'mon, who were you to say no to the man?

"Yes, Daddy." you cooed. "Of course, I want to make you proud."

"That's my good girl," he praised, smiling down at you. "I promise I'll be nice."

++++++++

It started in the elevator.

After some adjusting in the hotel room bathroom, you walked out and gave expectant Toto a shy nod. You had felt yourself growing wet during your conversation with Toto, and the toy had slid easily into your pussy where it fit snugly.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his elbow to lead you out the door and to the elevator outside.

Once the metal doors had shut, he eyed your figure hungrily.

"Absolutely gorgeous, schatzi," he purred, slipping his hands around your waist. He turned you against his chest so that you both looked into the mirror that served as the back wall of the elevator. "I can't believe I get to call you mine. Are you Daddy's girl?"

Before you could respond, he pushed your hair aside to expose your neck and began gently nipping at the delicate expanse of skin where it met your collarbone.

"Daddy, please," you gasped at the image of his large hands starting to wander down your dress, squeezing the tops of your thighs near your apex. Only then did you notice the robotic audio of the elevator counting the floor numbers as the elevator descended. "It's gonna stop somewhere else..."

He broke away from you, but not before digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass.

"Jesus, I can't wait to get you under me."

Then, the elevator sounded a sharp ding, and the doors opened to let an older man and woman in, both nodding politely at you both.

That's when you felt it. A sudden, low pulsating sensation inside of your core that warmed you up from the inside.

You inhaled sharply enough for the older man to glance at you, and you responded with a tight smile that you hoped masked any panic on your face. Your eyes flickered over to Toto, who stood staring straight ahead giving no indication that anything was out of the ordinary.

This was going to be a long, long night.

++++++++

"Are you feeling alright?" Lewis asked with a look of concern on his face.

"I'm feeling great, it's just a little w-warm in here." you stuttered as you picked up your place card and began to fan yourself with it.

The past hour had been absolute hell. Sitting next to you, Toto was taking pleasure in controlling the vibrator inside of you, the small remote now tucked inside the pocket of his tuxedo.

He kept the toy at a consistent level that kept you just shy of the peak you so desperately wanted. You grew wetter and wetter by the minute, and you were nervous to move in your chair for fear that the silicone would hit that perfect spot, and you wouldn't be able to control yourself. Even worse, you couldn't stand up, lest Lewis and the other members of the table see your arousal possibly staining your dress.

"It's been a while since she's been to one of these events - it's a little overwhelming for her," Toto smiled handsomely at Lewis. " You know how she gets. Here, liebling, maybe some champagne will help."

His large hand grasped your champagne glass as he leaned over and placed it in your hand - you were so worked up that just the feeling of his strong, capable fingers grazing against your smaller delicate ones was enough to make your thighs clench together. Then, his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"You can pretend all you want, schatzi, I can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself," Toto whispered, his breath tickling your neck. "I wonder if anyone else at this table knows that you're dripping for me right now under that dress, hmm? Do you think they know that all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock? Try not to embarrass yourself further."

As he pulled away, you hurriedly brought the glass of champagne in your hand to your lips to muffle the quiet whimper that threatened to escape your throat.

Suddenly, the vibration increased tenfold inside your aching cunt. Your body spasmed in shock, and as your hand reflexively shot out to grip the table in support, you knocked your champagne glass back onto yourself, the sparkling liquid spilling down the thin material of your dress.

"Oh my god, I'm so s-sorry," you stammered, quickly grabbing your white linen table napkin to blot at the expanding stain that covered your chest. At the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your pebbling nipples, you knew you had had enough. With rushed apologies to the other partygoers at the table, you stood up and rapidly began walking out of the hotel ballroom. The blush across your cheeks deepened with heat as you felt their eyes trailing your movements, and you could faintly hear Toto echoing your apologies for your behavior.

The hallway to the elevators was empty and dim, and you were grateful for the isolation when you realized that your arousal had begun dripping through your panties and down your inner thighs.

God, you could practically smell yourself.

You took a shaky breath and began a trembling walk down the long corridor to the elevator bank, supporting yourself against the wall with one hand as the toy buried inside of you continued buzzing.

You hadn't taken 5 steps when the muffled music inside the ballroom became crisp as the doors opened and you heard heavy footsteps echoing behind you on the marble floor.

Please don't be him, please don't be him, for fuck's sake, let me-

"Schatzi, where do you think you're going?" Toto called out, his deep, accented voice bouncing off the walls of the deserted corridor. You didn't even need to bother looking over your shoulder to know he was smirking at the sight of you stumbling down the hallway.

With a few long strides, he had caught up with you. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you in your tracks and pushed you against the wall, his other hand coming to grasp your waist.

"A-are you p-pleased with yourself?" you choked out, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as you tried in vain to squirm out of his firm grip, gaze falling anywhere but his face.

"You're m-mean!" you cried, weakly hitting his solid chest with a balled fist.

"Oh, schatzi," he murmured, a teasing laugh on the edge of his voice. "If I wanted to be mean I would have made you squirt under that table. And then how would I explain your mess? How would I tell Lewis that my wife just came all over those nice shoes of his?"

The hand gripping your wrist came up to grasp your quivering chin as Toto tilted your face up. His dark brown eyes met yours and then raked hungrily over your glistening, heaving chest. Gaze flickering back up to your eyes, he slowly slid the hand on your waist along the damp silk of your dress. His soft fingertips brushed the curves of your breasts before finding a hard nipple and gently pinching it.

The dam broke and your sniffling became quiet sobs.

"Please, Toto, please, I can't take this anymore!" you hiccuped. "I need to, I need... please just fucking touch-"

"Shh, you don't want the others to hear, do you?" he said sternly. "Or maybe that is what you want - want me to fuck you and fill you up right here where anyone could walk in and see what a slut you are for Daddy?"

Your brain had stopped all functioning and all you could do was shake your head weakly, your hips rolling forward to rub against his growing bulge.

"Did you need to cum that badly that you couldn't wait until we got back to the room, baby?” Toto clicked his tongue. "You're so fucking needy it's almost pathetic. I'd feel sorry for you if fucking your brains out wasn't going to be the highlight of my evening."

To be continued...

[teecupangel]

sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!

am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.

is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure

(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.

thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon

(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT

I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)

Desmond Miles always knew he was different.

The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.

He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.

She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.

Never once did she say anything about his face.

He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.

There were no mirrors in their home.

Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.

But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.

Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.

He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.

Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.

He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.

They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.

The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.

He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.

And saw his reflection for the first time.

Desmond Miles was not ugly.

But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.

It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.

He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.

Desmond couldn’t explain it.

But he could see it.

He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.

He went home.

His mother was cooking something.

“What am I, mama?”

She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.

She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.

She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.

“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”

She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.

But it didn’t sound like a lie.

Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.

Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”

But he could hear it.

The fear in the voice.

Whatever he was…

He was affecting her too.

Yet she didn’t try to run.

So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.

Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.

She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.

Whatever he was…

It was the face that scared all of them.

.

Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.

She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.

She loved her child more than anything in the world.

But the world did not.

The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.

In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.

She came across a circle of mushrooms.

And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.

The fairy queen will save her child.

But he will become one of them.

“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.

The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.

She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.

She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.

The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.

And the ghost gave it new life.

The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.

And the ghost disappeared.

The mushroom circle melted like metal.

And mother and child returned to their home.

.

Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.

She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.

So she made a different choice.

There was no one to stop her.

Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.

Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.

She was the only one left.

She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.

She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.

It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.

Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.

But with Minerva’s modification…

It could clone the dead.

But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.

She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.

And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.

A new future the Calculations could not predict.

A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.

Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.

Still…

She does not regret it.

At the very least, before she died…

She was able to save someone.

[maimingaffairs]

Helloooooo hope ur having a nice day

Is it ok if u do a darkling x reader where they get walked in on during a very intimate moment 👀 😏 . Like maybe Alina thinks she has a chance and keeps trying to one up the reader not knowing aleks is in an established relationship and finds out the hard way …..

i hope ur ok with this

thank youuuuu

I luv u anon <3 I hope YOU are having a nice day.

warnings: (very?) mild sexual content, Alina slander if you squint (im sorry baby ur still my queen)

word count: 2.8k

The Hard Way

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

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Imaginably so, it took someone of great significance in one way or another to catch the eye of the Black General. So that’s why it was such a shock to see such an ordinary person on his arm. 

At the time of your meeting, you had been working as one of the Royal Family’s seamstresses and you’d been tasked with making a very important coat for a very important gala for a very important general. His first impression of you was admittedly not the best, and neither was the second or third, and he was often found ranting to anyone who would listen about the petulant little seamstress that wouldn’t apologize for sticking him with a needle during fittings and would instead tell him to man up. This, he was not used to, and it stunned him a bit. Surely you knew who he was and you had to have known that he happened to command respect and attention with his position and power. And to be fair, you did. You knew very well who General Kirigan was and you knew very well that he was capable of some very unsavory things, but you simply did not care.

And that intrigued him. Very, very much. 

So much so that he began to seek you out even after you’d finished making the (very beautiful) coat for him, to converse with you. It started out as little arguments back and forth, and it grew into little stories about yourself and small fragments of his life and what bothered him on a daily basis, and nearly a year into your little friendship with the General, you knew that you’d fallen for him, and he was very aware of the fact that he’d also fallen for you. 

You were the first one to speak about your feelings for him, as he simply could not believe anyone could ever want to be around him with nothing to gain except for his favor and the gift of his presence, so when you told him one night after he’d returned from a two week long check in with the troops near The Fold, he could hardly believe you. But he had to, when it came down to it, because when did you ever really care that he was… Him? From there, the two of you only became closer, and eventually he had made it very well known to the King that you were no longer a seamstress for him and his family, but rather a permanent resident of The Little Palace.

Now nearly three years into your relationship, your presence- just as his- commanded respect. Everyone knew exactly who you were and exactly how you were to be treated. Like an absolute queen.

You now sat in your shared bedroom with only your underclothes and a black satin robe on, perched silently in the armchair in your bedroom, reading a book. Your reverie was soon broken by a knock on your door and you slowly tore your eyes away from your book and set it aside, pulling your robe tightly closed before you glanced up at the door.

“Please, come in.” you called and watched as the door swung open to reveal Genya, who walked inside with a large box and closed the door with her foot.

“He’s returned. The General. I figured you’d want to dress yourself and come greet him. He’s brought company.” she stated and laid the box down on the foot of your bed, “It’s nothing fancy. Just a new dress.” she added and motioned delicately to the box on your bed.

You gave the girl a grateful smile as you stood up and you gave her a nod, “Yes. the Sun Summoner. It’s all anyone has talked about for the past two days. Thank you for the dress, Genya.” you replied softly and walked towards the bed. You opened up the box to reveal that the dress was in fact, nothing fancy as Genya had promised and you held the simple silk gown up to examine it and you gave her a little nod, “It’s lovely. Thank you, again.” you said kindly and she gave you a little nod before slipping out of the bedroom.

Once she had gone, you hurriedly dressed yourself in the black dress that had been left for you and you sat down next to the door and in a rush, clumsily yanked on and laced up a pair of boots before you stood and crossed the room to yours and Aleksander’s wardrobe, grabbing out a cloak, not quite sure at this point whether it was his or yours, and you hardly had the mind to care. You simply wanted to see him after missing the man for nearly three weeks now. You ran back to the door and in passing, glanced into a hanging mirror and decided you looked presentable enough before you dashed out the door, fumbling while you ran to get the cloak on. You finished getting the cloak on- which you had quickly found was indeed one of his once you saw it pool on the floor beneath you- just in time to make your way out the doors and down to the courtyard to see your lover dismounting his horse and helping a girl climb off of the animal as well, who you rightfully assumed was the Sun Summoner.

You stood back for just a moment so he could collect his bearings, but the moment he looked up and your eyes met his, all bets were sorely off. You ran towards him as fast as your legs could take you through the gravel and he bent down just a bit to your level and opened up his arms widely. Once you reached him, you launched yourself into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wasn’t usually one for displays of affection around everyone, but he’d happily indulge you in times like this when he’d been gone long enough for his absence to become an ache to the both of you. You could hear him inhale sharply as he buried his face in your hair, his arms winding around your waist as he drew you close to him.

“You’re wearing my cloak.” he commented, obviously amused by this.

You simply huffed out a ‘yes’ and closed your eyes as you hid your face against his neck, the ache of missing him in your chest melting into a warm feeling of relief and happiness. He was the first to pull away and you followed his lead and he simply motioned towards the girl at his side.

“This is Alina Starkov. She is the Sun Summoner. Alina, this is my y/n.” he introduced and you turned to the obviously very nervous girl and offered your hand to her.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I assure you, you’re in good hands.” you said enthusiastically and motioned up towards your lover who simply took your hand and guided the two of you inside. He spoke to Alina as you walked, but you tuned the two of them out and laid your head against his arm as you walked inside with them. It wasn’t until it had been silent for a moment that you realized Alina had been directed in her own way. You looked up at Aleksander adoringly as the two of you walked and he let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side.

“You are staring at me.” he remarked, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Well, I better not hear a hint of a complaint. I’ve missed you so much I haven’t known what to even do with myself. Most days I find myself unable to get out of bed and function like a person.” you admitted and he turned to you and swept you into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to your bedroom, the ends of his enormous cloak that you wore dragging alongside the two of you.

“I am not complaining, my sweet love. I’m merely observing. And you know,” he began, opening up the door to your bedroom, “I have missed you as well.”

-

The weeks following Aleksander’s return were spent mainly in your bedroom or out in the courtyard walking, though the outdoor walks never lasted long as he worried about you catching a cold in the wintery weather and he’d always whisk you back inside before it had even been half an hour. His return had put you less on edge and you were finally able to fall back into your daily habits, and you really couldn’t complain about anything… except for the fact that Alina would follow your lover around like a lovestruck puppy every chance she had. You’d gone riding with them just the other day only to find yourself watching the Sun Summoner all but throw herself at Aleksander. Every time you were nearby, she’d make a point to grab his arm. Every time you’d grab his hand, she would try to lead him away or steal his attention. At first you didn’t want to believe it was on purpose, so you began to make a point of calling Aleksander “my love” and “lover” around her and everyone else, so there was no question about the two of you and your relationship status, but even then she would vie for his attention, and that’s when you realized: she was intentionally trying to show you up.

And when he’d told her his name? You’d let out an audible scoff and caught both of their eyes. Alina’s with a persistent determination and Aleksander’s with a look of confusion mixed with a warning. You decided to sit that ride out and rush back inside, tossing an excuse of ‘just tired‘ behind you as you made your way back into the Little Palace. 

You didn’t go on any more rides with them after that, and you kept your distance from Alina, as well.

It had gone on like this for weeks; at dinners, at trainings, when he was simply checking up on her, even when you were blatantly at his side with your hand possessively clasped within his own, she still made attempts to pull him away.

You’d been dreading the Winter Fete terribly, knowing what it would bring, and you were considering every possible way to find an excuse to get out of it, not wanting to watch Alina sidle up to Aleksander as if she was meant to be by his side. So now the week before the event, you sat in your bed midday, with your back up against the headboard with a book laying between your legs that you weren’t reading, rather you were sulking. The door opening made you shift your eyes upwards and they fell upon the form of Aleksander, who stood with a worried expression on his face.

“No one has seen you since breakfast. I grew worried. Are you sick?” he asked and closed the door behind him, approaching you gracefully. 

He knelt at your bedside and gazed up at you with those big eyes, so dark that often times, you could hardly find his pupil, “I’m not sick.” you replied with the same petulance that he’d become so fond of.

A chuckle made its way out of his mouth and he grabbed your book and set it aside, “Alright then. Why are you sulking in bed, my love?” he asked, as if he was speaking to an irritated child.

You glared down at him and he held his hands up in surrender, “Aleksander,” you began and then you sighed, “It’s stupid. It really is.” you finally said and then looked away from his eyes.

“It cannot be stupid if its’ got you hiding out. The Winter Fete is a week away. Normally before events like this, you’re out criticizing and directing the poor soul making your dress. Then you’re ranting to me about how you wish I’d let you make your own gowns instead.” he remarked and sat down on the bed next to your feet, “So what has you bothered, Pretty?” he asked and reached up to ever so gently take your chin between his fingers.

You studied his face for a moment before sighing and you rubbed your face, “It’s Alina. I know how childish this sounds but she’s always just… tossing herself into your arms every chance she gets, even in front of me! I’m not jealous, I refuse to be so juvenile but she doesn’t stop! It’s so-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were capturing yours in a searing kiss. You kissed him back almost immediately, surprised by the sudden intensity of the kiss. When he finally pulled back to allow the two of you to breathe, he only chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, one thing is for certain: I definitely have not kissed Alina like that. Or at all. My love, worry not about her wants and behaviors, for I am yours and yours alone.” he promised and you looked up at him, giving him a bashful nod, “I have been putty in your little hands ever since you impaled my wrist with a sewing needle.” he teased and it was your turn to chuckle.

“I did not impale you, for one, and it is your own fault for moving when I specifically told you to hold still.” You remarked.

To this, he only replied with a hum as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your throat, “My mistake. I never meant to disobey the high and mighty dressmaker.” he teased, but you could barely form a reply as his lips trailed lower down the center of your throat and to the neckline of your dress, “Have I mentioned how much I love it when you wear black?” he asked and slid his hands behind your waist to begin to unlace your dress.

“I think you may have mentioned it a time or two before…” you replied breathlessly and sat up when he tugged you forward and he pulled your dress over your head in one graceful motion. He tossed the garment aside and pulled you away from the headboard to lay you out across the bed, and you reached up to push his heavy kefta off of his shoulders so that it fell onto the floor. Nothing but glances were exchanged between the two of you as he pushed your petticoat up around your waist and he leaned down to press sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, and you bit down on your bottom lip, a soft moan escaping your mouth. The sound egged Aleksander on and he made his way up your inner thighs and reached up with the intention to pull your underwear aside when a knock sounded at the door.

The sound didn’t bother Aleksander and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and he gave them a sharp tug when the door swung open and a little laugh was heard, “Aleksander, Genya said you might be in here, but-” when her eyes landed upon you, her jaw dropped and Aleksander quickly moved his head out from between your thighs and he grabbed his kefta off of the floor and tossed it around you in a panic. He turned towards Alina who stood frozen in shock and he blinked a few times.

“Miss Starkov. I believe most people would apologize and leave the room by now.” he said calmly and her eyes darted between the two of you rapidly before her cheeks turned bright red and she blurted out a quiet apology and spun on her heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her. 

Aleksander turned back to you and then he clicked his tongue, “Well, that might have solved your problem for you. She quite literally saw my head between your thighs.” he stated with raised eyebrows and you scoffed and threw the kefta at him.

“Well, what are you doing up there?” you asked irritatedly, “get back between them.” you huffed, your cheeks nearly as pink as Alina’s had been, and he eagerly complied.

And he happened to be right. The incident did completely solve your Alina problem, because every time you saw her afterwards, she’d blush and scurry away. Almost every Grisha in the Little Palace had since heard about it, and when you saw Genya the day after, she only smirked at you and rolled her eyes, and from that afternoon forward, Aleksander didn’t seem to mind pulling you a little closer when the two of you were around staring eyes.

[mint-yooxgi]

To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on ??? to start hehehe)

Words: 2,246

Warnings: Implied drugging and kidnapping. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Surprise!!! Here’s to the start of yet another series that I hope you’ll all enjoy!! This one is going to be a bit darker than the other ones in terms of content, but it draws a bit of inspiration from The Hunger Games, and survival horror game in general. I’m really excited for this series since I have quite a bt planned for it, but I'm not sure how updates for it will look. It might just be a short side project I work on every now and then between chapter of Morning Mist and book two of HC, but I shall see! Also, if you have any predictions or theories I'd love to hear them!! Can you guess who is who yet based on the eyes? 👀 Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you enjoy!!~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist

There’s a ringing in your ears that won’t disappear. A blaring hum that echoes almost periodically beside your head as your brow furrows. Your eyes remained closed, the familiar throb of a headache pounding against you skull. Slowly, you begin to move.

Blinking, your gaze shifts into focus, and you notice that you’re inside an unfamiliar room. The four walls are small, boxing you in on every side as you see random objects scattered around. There’s a small dresser off to the side, and as you push yourself up into a sitting position, you realize that you’ve been laying on a bed of sorts. Directly across from you sits a floor length mirror, your reflection staring back at you with nothing but confusion on your face.

The ringing starts again, and it is then that you realize that it’s your phone.

Odd, considering you always keep it on silent. Cautiously, you reach over and grab the small object from the bed. 

The number that appears onscreen is one you do not recognize, and given the sluggish state of both your mind and body, a creeping sense of dread begins to wash over you. 

You’ve most likely been drugged, and even worse, kidnapped.

Though, you find it odd that your phone remains, untouched, in your hands.

The call cuts out, the familiar picture of your home screen being displayed before your very eyes. You should probably call someone for help.

Unlocking your phone, you’re quick to open your contacts, clicking on the name of your closest friend. You hear the dial tone sound out before a harsh screeching can be heard on the other end.

Your phone goes black.

A furrow creases your brow as you turn your phone back on, seeing nothing out of the ordinary once more. Though, this time, you notice how the top corner now says ‘no service’ despite having full bars only moments ago.

That’s strange, considering you had just been receiving an incoming call not even two minutes ago.

The sound of your phone ringing once more startles you into nearly dropping it onto the ground. That same, unfamiliar number appears on your screen, practically staring up at you ominously as your heart begins to race inside of your chest.

Your eyes dart to the top corner of your screen.

No service.

Swallowing thickly, you answer the call.

“Hello?” Your voice comes out strained, only now realizing the dryness of your throat as you attempt to speak.

“Hello, Darling,” a male voice drawls out on the other end, practically purring the words out as unknown affection drips from his tongue.

“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?” You frown, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. Your one arm is crossed over your chest as you press your phone to your ear, staring straight ahead at your reflection in the mirror.

“My name is not of importance right now, but you are.” A giggle that sends a chill right down your spine is heard through the line. “As for what I want… well… you’ll find out soon enough. For now, I’d like to play a game.”

“I’m not playing any of your sick, twisted games.” You spit, whole body tense as anger begins to course through your veins. “Let me go, and we can pretend like none of this has ever happened.”

“Now, why would I want to do that when the prize is already within my grasp?” He replies smoothly, clearly amused by your sudden harsh tone.

You’ve heard rumours. Mere myths and legends told to you by the townsfolk of people going missing every ten years or so. Eight are usually kidnapped, forced to take part in these insanity games, yet only one ever survives. The one that does is always forever changed, prattling on about eight figures with extraordinary powers. Powers the likes of which you have never seen.

These eight figures force their victims to partake in a ritual sacrifice, disguising it beneath the premise of a game. Nothing they say can be trusted, and as soon as you are in their clutches, you can no longer trust your own mind.

At least, that’s what you’ve been told. Nothing more than a scary bedtime story for parents to tell their children in order to make them behave. A fantasy conjured up to spread fear into a town which had badly been in need of some self-control.

“Don’t let the tricksters get you! They’re always out for blood.”

You shake your head. “You sound so confident in yourself.”

The man hums. “Why wouldn’t I be? I always get what I want.”

“Not this time.” You hiss, promptly hanging up on him.

The phone in your hand gets harshly slammed down on the mattress before you’re fully crossing your arms over your chest. You can hear the familiar ringing echoing throughout the room a moment later, but you ignore it. Only when your head begins to feel fuzzy, the sound literally beginning to bounce around inside your skull, do you snatch the phone back off of the bed beside you.

“What?” You spit, a harsh tug of your brows downwards as you direct your fury filled gaze at your reflection across from you.

“The next time you hang up on me, I won’t be so forgiving.” The man’s voice is somewhat firmer this time around. Darker, in a sense, as you can tell he means every word that he says.

“You sure are putting a lot of thought into this game of yours.” You quip, gaze darting everywhere around the room for a way out.

The door looks like a good place to start.

“Only the best of the best can survive, Darling,” he replies, and there’s a sick tone of what you can only guess to be pride lingering in his voice that has you shuddering instantly. “It’s why we’re putting our faith in you this time around.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” You attempt to turn the knob of the door, only for it to be locked.

“We’ve decided to make an exception this time.” He responds, amusement clear in his voice as he hears you jostle the handle of the locked door a few more times to no avail. “You are the only true contender for the game this year. At least, the one we’re all betting on.”

“Yeah, you said that already,” you reply, gruffly.

Taking a step back, you eye the door cautiously. It appears to be nothing more than a simple wooden slab, but you cannot tell how thick it is. You’ll look around the room first for something to pick the lock with before attempting to break it down.

“That’s not going to work.” His voice singsongs, another spine chilling giggle echoing through your phone.

“You don’t know me, so why the fuck are you doing this?” You start rummaging through the dresser, seeing nothing but clothes that are conveniently your size placed inside. You scowl in disgust.

“Oh, but I do, My Darling,” the way he drawls out your name almost lovingly has a shiver caressing your spine once more. “We all do. Just as you know us.”

Your entire body stiffens, keeping your voice low as you reply, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Do you not think we research our chosen candidates before submitting them to our games? Is that not something you also like to do?” The amusement is clear in his tone, though it sounds more condescending than anything.

“Again, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your own voice is gruff as you manage to find a few pins hidden around the room.

“Don’t act so coy with me, Darling.” You can just hear the grin he wears through the phone. “I know you’ve taken a keen interest in us. Almost as much as we have taken an interest in you.”

You remain silent, working to unlatch the lock on the door with those few pins you found. They might even come in useful later.

“Survive our games, and we will tell you all that pretty little mind of yours wants to know about us.” The male tells you.

You manage to hear the faint click of the lock sliding out of place, and your heart skips a beat in relief. “And if I don’t?”

“Then we will finally claim what has long since been desired before the time is up.” He replies, and you can hear the eagerness that leaks into his tone. The excitement alone that bleeds through causes you to grimace, a wary look in your eyes.

Then, your brow furrows in confusion, the question easily forming on your lips. “And just what could you all have possibly desired for so long?”

You stand back to your feet as you hear him chuckle. “You.”

A chill travels through your entire body as you go still, hand frozen in the air just before the doorknob. Your heart feels as if it has leapt into your throat, breath hitching as you stare straight ahead.

Fear. That’s what you’re feeling right now. Cold, dreadful fear.

“Complete our game, Darling, and we’ll give you everything you could ever want.” His voice lowers, as if he’s standing right behind you and softly caressing your ear with his whispered promises. You tense. “Anything you could ever need or desire, we will always provide for you. You just have to prove you’re worthy of us first.”

“Are you sure it’s me that needs to prove their worth to you?” You scoff, finally coming back to your senses enough to turn the handle of the door and fling it open. “I don’t need your pity.”

“If you think we pity you, you are sadly mistaken.”

“And if you think I’m going to willingly go along with this stupid game of yours, you are sadly mistaken.” You snap, stepping through the threshold and into what appears to be a large garden maze of some sort.

A boisterous laugh reaches your ears through the line. A laugh which has your brows furrowing in confusion.

“Oh, My Darling,” he sighs wistfully. “You already have.”

The sound of the line going dead reaches your ears, and you realize that whoever you’ve been talking to has ended the call. There’s an inkling in the back of your mind as to who it could have been, but you cannot be too sure until you meet him in person. Only their eyes reveal their true selves. Eyes which can never hide their intent, or so you’ve been told.

Each of the eight have a specific colour to their irises that designates their true self. From what you’ve uncovered about them, the colour reveals their age. Though, from what you understand, you’re surprised the eldest isn’t their so called leader.

Yellow. Ice blue. Red. Deep Purple. Light green. A burning orange which appears almost amber in the light. Pure white, to the deepest of blacks. All are signs of the eight tricksters which live for the thrill of the hunt. Signs you must keep alert for at any cost, for if you spot them, that means that you haven’t necessarily found them, but they have found you.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you step outside. You purse your lips, scanning the area for anything useful or familiar to you, taking in your surroundings all the while.

A stone bench sits off to the left, hidden away almost inside one of the maze’s walls. Staring forward reveals an entrance to said maze, the darkness of its interior spreading out before you. From what you can see, the path splits off to either side, giving you two options to take every time you enter. To your right rests a pure white lattice archway, red roses creeping up the sides delicately.

Turning around reveals the room you had woken up in to be a small shack of some sorts, wood lining its exterior. It appears no bigger on the outside than within, nothing more than a supposed cozy place to rest your head.

Looking up reveals the night sky, stars twinkling brightly above. The only light offered is from the moon, but oddly enough, there seems to be a natural glow surrounding the area. It’s almost as if you’ve suddenly gained the ability to see better in the dark, but you know from what little lore you’ve read about these supposed games that it’s simply a trick of the mind. It’s probably not even nighttime.

Letting out a sigh, you trudge forward. Looks like you should at least begin to explore the maze for now. You’ll need to find some food, and potentially some weapons to start. Who knows what’s lurking in the shadows just beyond your line of sight. Perhaps even a flashlight, or lantern might help.

Besides, you know more about this little game of theirs than you want to admit, and if you run into another competitor, you do not want to be the first one downed. Hopefully, though, you run into people simply wanting to escape like you do, rather than the other alternative these eight tricksters are always so keen on encouraging. You’d rather create allies, rather than enemies to start.

Stepping forward with nothing but the clothes on your back, and a cellphone that has been practically rendered useless in your back pocket, you begin.

[ham-st4r]

𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 - 𝕃. ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘

ᓚᘏᗢ Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

ᓚᘏᗢ Warnings: none.

ᓚᘏᗢ Genre: fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ Summary: heeseung gets jealous of your new kitten.

ᓚᘏᗢ Number of words: 2,6k

Find your way around!

Posting more fluff cause why not road-trip pt.4 coming next week!. (Most likely)

“Baby, come over. I have a surprise for you👀”

You were walking home from school when you got a text from your boyfriend, heeseung.

You smiled as you read his message and replied. “On my way,” his house was literally right next to yours, so it didn’t even take five minutes to get there.

“Come here, little one,” heeseung crouched down and grabbed his little surprise out of its box. “We have to get you all dressed up to meet Mommy” he kissed the little kitten on his nose and set him down on the ground. “You’re so cute,” he smiled while tying a bow around his teeny neck. “All done”

Heeseung’s head snapped in the direction of his front door when he heard you ringing the bell.

He quickly grabbed the kitten and faced his back towards the door so you wouldn’t see him. “Baby, what’s th-“ You stopped mid-sentence when you saw your boyfriend awkwardly standing in the middle of his living room.

“Hi, babe” he turned his head and smiled at you.

“Hi?” You chuckled as you closed his door.

“How was school?” He asked while putting the kitten underneath his sweater so you wouldn’t see him.

“Good, but what are you doing?” You laughed and walked over to him.

“Wait! Don’t come any closer” he was struggling to fit the small cat inside his sweater, especially cause his nails kept getting stuck in the fuzzy material.

He really wasn’t really expecting you to be here so soon, let alone welcome yourself in, and now he was stuck in a little predicament.

You flinched at the sound of his frantic tone. “Okay….” You whispered, getting confused more and more by the second.

Heeseung finally got everything under control and turned around. “Okay,” he took a minute to catch his breath. “So, are you ready for your surprise?” He said while smiling at you brightly.

“I think so” You smiled just as brightly, but you were a bit apprehensive about what he was up to.

“Surprise!” He cheered as he lifted up his sweater revealing the fuzzy little creature under his garment.

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands as your eyes widened at the sight of the cute little kitten.

You ran towards heeseung and grabbed the kitty from his hands, and the smile on your face never left while you inspected his cute little furry face. “He’s so cute!” You squeal in excitement, petting his head softly. “And soft!”

“I take it you like the surprise” heeseung chuckled and smiled at you playing with your new friend as he put his hands inside his pants pockets.

“I love the surprise. Is he ours? can we keep him?” He smiled at you fondly and nodded his head.

“Of course, baby, I bought him just for you” You had been talking about wanting a kitten for the past couple of months now, so he took it upon himself to finally buy one for you, and he was already feeling like this was his best decision ever when saw how happy you were.

“Yay!” You hugged his little body in your arms and sat down on the carpet with him. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him taking tiny steps towards you, and your heart melted when he fell over on his side. “I already love you so much!” You kicked your feet excitedly.

Heeseung sat on the couch and watched you two play together. “We still have to go shopping for like literally everything, but I wanted to wait for you so we could go together.”

You smiled briefly at Heeseung before turning your attention back to the kitten. “I wanna name him.”

“Go for it, babe,” heeseung laughed.

“How about jr heeseung or baby hee or tiny lee?” You threw out a bunch of different random names.

He laughed incredulously when he heard all the names you thought of though it was adorable that you wanted to name the kitten after him. Those names weren’t exactly suited for the tiny critter. Besides, you called him all those nicknames already, so they were off-limits. “Try again, babe.”

“Okay…. Then how about Max?” You said while playing with the bow, he had on around his neck.

“It’s cute. I like it,” heeseung agreed on the name.

“So max it is,” you smiled fondly at the kitty.

You spent the rest of the day playing with max, and it was starting to get on heeseung’s nerves. He knew he was being childish, but he couldn’t help but feel salty cause the whole time since you came over, you hadn’t even barely glanced his way. You didn’t kiss him when you came in, no hug. No, I love you, no thank you, no nothing.

Even at the pet store, all he heard was Max, this Max, that Max, Max, Max. He wishes he didn’t even wait for you to go shopping cause if he heard you say max one more time, he thought his ears would bleed.

He was tired of it. Six hours had passed, and you still didn’t pay any attention to him.

He couldn’t believe you’d pick a stupid kitten over your own boyfriend, like who does that?

And if it couldn’t get any worse, you were giving Max his thousandth kiss of the evening, yet he still hadn’t received his yet.

It was preposterous.

To him, anyway.

He couldn’t take it anymore. “Babe, I’m gonna go play some games in my room,” he said to you and got up from the couch.

He sighed and slammed his door in annoyance when you didn’t bother to reply.

Truthfully he didn’t even know why he was acting like this. He was your boyfriend, not Max, so he doesn’t know why he felt jealous. It’s not like the dumb little animal was gonna take you from him, but still, that’s what it felt like.

You had probably kissed Max more times in one day than you had kissed him in your guy's whole three-year relationship. That cat did nothing to deserve all your kisses.

He angrily pressed the on button to his computer and put his headphones on so he wouldn’t have to hear you in the other room squealing about some stupid cat that HE bought for you.

But that’s okay. You could stay in the living room with your precious little Max, and he’d play games and ignore you the same way you were ignoring him and see how you like it.

After the first ten minutes, he was feeling okay, a little annoyed but okay after half hour, the agitation started to kick in, and after the two-hour mark, he was about to lose it cause you weren’t coming to check in on him like you usually did cause you were too occupied with that rat.

But before he could throw his tantrum, you came into his room.

Finally, she’s paying attention to me. He thought. “Hi, baby,” he said excitedly and gave you a warm smile while he took off his headset.

“Hey, could you watch him for a bit while I use the restroom?”

His smile instantly faded, and he had to use every muscle in his body to stop himself from slamming his keyboard against the wall. “Of course, love,” he said in the sweetest tone and fake smiled as he stood up to take Max from your arms.

“Thank you, baby, you’re the best!” You kissed heeseung’s cheek and went to use the restroom.

“You see that? She kissed my cheek, not yours,” he whispered to Max so you wouldn’t hear. “She doesn’t love you the way she loves me, and she’ll never be yours because she’s mine, and I’m hers, got it?” He pointed his finger in Max's face so he could get the point, but the poor little thing just meowed in response, completely clueless as to what was even being said to him. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have met her, so you should show me some respect” A few seconds went by, and suddenly he felt a warmth in his lap. He looked down only to see that Max was peeing on him.

He had the right mind to just take it back to the shelter and get a refund cause this rodent wasn’t worth the hundreds of dollars he spent on it, but since he made you happy, he couldn’t do that.

“Hey, was he good while I was gone?” You asked your boyfriend, not knowing the atrocity that had just taken place on your bathroom break.

“Define good” heeseung tried his best to mask his anger, but it was getting harder and harder.

“What do you mean?” You said confusedly.

“He just peed on me!” Heeseung exclaimed, and you were a bit taken back by his sudden outburst, but you couldn’t help but chuckle cause he was cute even when he was angry.

“Sorry baby, I’ll clean him up here. Let me take him to the sink” You walked out of heeseung’s room and shut his door.

“Him?! What about me?! I need to be cleaned, too,” heeseung pouted and went to the bathroom to change his clothes. “Heeseung needs love, too,” he mumbles while putting on a fresh t shirt.

Once you had gotten Max all cleaned up, you came back into the living room to see your boyfriend with a pouty expression and his arms folded.

You felt bad cause it was your fault why the incident happened to begin with, but you knew he’d get over it sooner or later. After all, it was just cat pee. It’s not like it couldn’t be cleaned.

You sat down next to heeseung and patted Max's fur till it was fully dry.

Heeseung scooted further away from you on the couch and rested his cheek in his palm. “Baby, you should have seen it. Max did such a goo-“Heeseung sat up abruptly and left to his room.

You frowned and got up from your spot, taking baby Max with you while you went to heeseung’s room. “Baby are you oka-“ You stopped in your tracks when you saw him lying in bed facing the wall.

He pulled the blanket over his head and ignored you.

You made your way over to his bed and pulled back his blanket. “Baby, what’s the matter?” You crouched down and said to him, but he just turned to the other side, still ignoring you. “Talk to me, hee,” you said worriedly.

Oh, now you wanted to know what was wrong? Eight hours later, and you’re only now just asking what’s wrong.

But his heart was too weak to ignore you for any longer after he heard your worrisome tone.

He turned to face you, and he pouted as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in your lap.

“Baby,” you called him as you stroked his head comfortingly.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” his voice came out muffled cause his head was still tucked away in your lap.

“Baby, is everything alright?” You set Max in the middle of the bed and rubbed heeseung’s back lightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You cupped his cheeks and made him look up at you. He looked so adorable with his puppy eyes and pouty lips.

“Aww come here, you” You leaned in and pecked his little pout away. “Are you sure you’re doing okay”

he wrapped you up in his arms and pecked you all over your face, nuzzling his head into your neck. “You still love me, right?” You giggled from the little vibrations of his voice tickling your skin.

“What has gotten into you today, baby? Of course, I love you. I love you so much” You kissed his cheeks all over.

When you leaned back, his face was completely red, and he was blushing like crazy with a wide smile on his face. “I love you too,” he whispered shyly and looked down at his lap.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” You pried. You knew he’s been a little off all day, but you thought he might just be tired or something.

“No,” he shook his head back and forth. You gave him a look, and he knew you weren’t going to give in, so he told you. “It’s just you didn’t pay attention to me at all today” he avoided eye contact with you cause now that he said it out loud, it sounded completely ridiculous.

You gasped at the realization, and he was right. You were so caught up with Max that you really hadn’t spent any time with him all day. “Baby, I’m so sorry” You tackled him in a hug and pressed kisses all over his face making him giggle cutely.

“It’s okay as long as you give me more kisses than Max,” he said with a huge grin on his face, and then it all slowly came together. He was jealous of Max cause you spent more time with him today than with your own boyfriend.

“Deal!” By the time you gave him all his kisses, he could barely even breathe, but he wouldn’t have it any other way cause he absolutely adored it when you showered him in your love.

“Ha!” He stuck his tongue out at Max, who was peacefully lying beside you two on his bed.

“Oh my god, baby, you’re so mean. You can’t seriously be jealous of a cat” You rolled your eyes playfully as you lay next to your boyfriend and rest your head on his chest.

“I’m not! I don’t know where you came up with that, but I’m definitely not jealous,” he flat out lied to you.

But he wasn’t going to get off that easily, so you put him to the test. “Okay,” you said innocently and sat up to play with Max some more.

Heeseung pouted immediately when he felt your warmth disappear from his side. He folded his arms in annoyance as his mood soured.

“Who’s the bestest boy ever?” You teased. You knew heeseung loved when you called him that, and you knew you were bound to get a reaction from him.

His ears perked up right away, and he poked your back to get your attention. “Y/n, I thought I was already your bestest boy.”

You stifled a giggle, and you kinda felt bad you didn’t know he’d actually get sad about it, but that was heeseung for you. “You are my bestest boy. I was just playing with you, baby” You pecked his lips sweetly. “But now you must admit that you’re jealous,” you smile teasingly.

“Can you blame me, though? You’re over there smooching on him all day. It’s nearly midnight, and I’m just now getting my smooches. It’s not fair.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry, baby, I’ll spend all day with you tomorrow, I promise” You laid down next to him and put Max on his chest. “My boys are so handsome,” you squealed.

“I’m sorry too for being jealous. I’m stupid,” he pouted.

“You’re not stupid, baby. I probably would have felt the same way” You rested your head on his chest again. “Okay, maybe not jealous, but I would have missed you.”

“Hey!” he grumbled, and you laughed. “I suppose you do have a right. He is pretty cute,” he said as he stroked Max on the head with his thumb. “I’m sorry to you too, max.”

“What are you apologizing to him for?” You inquired.

“I may or may not have threatened him when you left to the restroom.” He cut his eyes at you, but you both just laughed off his silliness.

Both of you played with Max for the rest of the night until you got sleepy. “Since you ignored me all day, cuddle me to sleep,” heeseung said while turning on his side with his back facing you, not giving you any time to protest, not to say you would have though you loved spooning your big baby.

“Okay, my jealous boy” You kissed the back of his neck and wrapped your arms around him while his were wrapped around Max.

“Baby!” He whined cause you were still teasing him.

“Go to sleep, my sweetheart,” you giggle cause you knew as soon as he fell asleep, you were going to spend more time with Max.

Sorry babe, you thought as you exchanged your goodnights with each other and cuddled him to sleep.

FIN

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[starleska]

Have you ever read the Twelve and Toymaker comic? It gives a few more interesting looks into how the Toymaker thinks that aren’t touched on in the novelisation. Most interestingly (and the main focus of the comic) is that the Toymaker is terrified of the universe outside of the Toyroom — which seems to be defined by its walls, in the novelisation the Toymaker puts particular emphasis on the walls with the candy-striped wallpaper lined with dolls — because it has no walls and because he doesn’t (didn’t? He does in the Giggle) have much control of it.

(‘‘The Toyroom is growing old, Doctor. So ancient that it no longer functions, as either prison or playground. The barriers between the Toyroom and the wider universe are growing thin, and it is this that has allowed you to wrest control of the toys, as my power wanes. Soon, there will be no Toyroom and I shall be loose in a wild, unforgiving universe, a cosmos with no walls. I can hardly conceive of such infinite horror.’’)

(‘‘You’ve given a madman access to the entire universe! With that sort of power, think what he’ll do!’’ ‘‘That’s just it, Clara, he doesn’t want the universe. Didn’t you hear him? He’s terrified of it. He can’t bear the thought of losing his control. He needs his safety net.’’)

And that he doesn’t tend to accept help unless he thinks he’s won it.

(‘‘So you’re just giving him the TARDIS?’’ ‘‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m building a new Toyroom!’’ ‘‘Inside the TARDIS!’’ ‘‘Precisely! I had to let him think he’d won. He’d never accept my help otherwise.’’)

And THESE PANELS lives in my head

(‘‘I had to help him, Clara. Can you understand?’’ ‘‘Let me see... a lonely God, drifting through space and time in his magical toy box? Yeah, I think I understand, Doctor, all too well.’’)

The EU tends to give the Toymaker more than his actual TV appearances (mmmm his rambles about being alone in the void and the cold in the novelisation). I need to dissect him and study him in detail so bad

hello love!!! oh my goodness thank you for sending this my way, because i haven't read this comic yet but the sections you've sent me have absolutely broken my heart 💔 what an interesting look into the Toymaker's psyche…it makes perfect sense. when you're a trauma survivor of any kind, especially if you grew up in a traumatic environment, the control you're able to have over that environment (no matter how minimal) is often all that keeps you together…you have to find comfort in that there and whatever small safe space you can carve out for yourself to survive. this has given me a lot to think about, because i wrote the Toymaker with what i think was the canonisation given when he spoke to the Sixth Doctor; that the Toymaker created his Toyroom after a very long time of aimlessly using his powers, when he didn't have a concept of gameplay. there seems to be some contention about whether or not the Toymaker is the creator of the majority of older games in the universe/the concept of games (The Giggle seems to allude to that?), or if he was inspired by other beings who created the games first. i like to think it's a bit of both; that he is the originator of many early games and gameplay rules, but it was the barriers between the voidspace (and his Toyroom) which let in the ideas from other beings 👀 the idea that the Toyroom is the Toymaker's island of safety against a universe which fundamentally doesn't make sense to him is so distressing 😭💖 i think a lot of us who've gone through difficult things can relate to that experience…of having your safe place slowly eroded as circumstances change and you grow older. but it makes sense!!! if he had no one, and the only thing he could cling to were the rules of his games (seemingly the only thing which brings him joy), the inherent chaos of the universe would be terrifying to him. no matter how much he tries to make it so, the universe just isn't a game with rules that can allow him to win: it's random, and brutal. is it any wonder that he has such tantrums when he loses, or when he perceives someone to be cheating? it isn't just that he's upset about losing or bad sportsmanship...it's the literal fabric of his entire worldview being torn apart. oh lord the bit about him not accepting help unless he thinks he's won it…how familiar does that sound to those of us who were traumatised early on? needing to 'earn' things like affection, shelter, food, etc. by working twice as hard, because we feel we don't deserve it inherently...the fact that the Doctor shows the Toymaker such compassion even though the Toymaker is such a dangerous, destructive entity is a real credit to their character. i really appreciate The Giggle replicating that and showing how the Doctor empathises with the Toymaker's terror by offering to play with him...i wish we'd had more time to explore the 'vastness that will never cease'. i don't think that good or bad mean nothing to the Toymaker...i think he's petrified of it. suddenly we understand why he's so boastful about his abilities, like an arrogant child...he's asserting himself against the universe as the only safety he's ever known crumbles. god. my heart hurts - that image of him sitting with the dolls of himself and the Doctor is killing me. i am going to go and read this comic and cry now, thank you so much 😭💖 yes please do!!!! your insight into the Toymaker is fantastic and i'd love to see more character studies of him 😭💖

[lawsvalentine]

Where They Take You On a Date • OP Men HC• (SFW)

Fem!reader

CW: Lots of Fluff, kissing, slightly suggestive

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Law,

Cee’s Note: This literally made me so happy writing this. They are all so 😍 anyways hope y’all enjoy

Luffy

Fair Date

The island that the Sunny was currently docked at had a local fair that Luffy couldn’t wait to take you to.

Be prepared to be dragged on every single ride there. If he sees you’re nervous or scared he will hold your hand and give you his famous grin.

“Don’t be scared Y/N, I got you”

As much as he loves riding rides, he loves the fair food even more. He will literally splurge all the money on fair food shdjdj

He catches you glancing at a cute stuffed animal that was on display at one of the fair game booths. He was determined to win you that stuffed animal at all costs. When he did, he gave you it, earning him a kiss on the cheek.

The last ride you two went on was the ferris wheel. Once you guys make it to the top, you get nervous being so high up. Luffy once again comforts you only this time, he presses his lips against yours.

Your nerves vanish and all your focus was how good his lips felt on you. As the kiss deepened, you felt his hand go up your skirt. Good thing you two were so high up, where no one could see what occurred next 🤭

Zoro

Dinner/bar date

Zoro is a simple man. He usually prefers just quality time with you on the ship whether it’s training together or taking naps on the deck. However, you guys been dating for a while and he decided to take you out on a real date.

He took you to this fancy restaurant that Nami and Robin suggested when he had asked them for advice.

The menu was filled with food you two have never heard of sgdjdj

“How the hell do you even pronounce that?”

You found it sweet that Zoro was trying hard to make this date special but you could tell this was not him.

He was relieved when you suggested to leave the restaurant and go to a bar instead.

The night was filled with laughs as you both got absolutely hammered at that bar

You two may or may not have ended up making out and getting frisky in the bar’s bathroom 👀

Sanji

Picnic date

Ok let’s be real, this man already caters to your every needs on the regular. But today was a special day, it was your anniversary.

Sanji decided to convince the crew to ditch the ship for the day so that you guys would be alone.

He set up a surprise picnic date for you on the deck of the ship. Rose petals were littered all around the blanket. The spread was filled with all your favorite foods and desserts and your favorite wine.

You were in awe at the display and almost teared up at the sight. You told Sanji he didn’t have to do all this for you.

“Nothing but the best for my beautiful angel”

After you guys finished eating, he had given you a small box with a bow on top. Inside was a necklace with his name on it.

Let’s just say you decided to give him his anniversary present right there and then instead of waiting for the bedroom 😉

Usopp

Beach date

Usopp decides to take advantage of the warm sun and plan a beach day with you.

Usopp is playful so your beach day is filled with you chasing each other on the sand and splashing water at each other in the water

You thought it would be funny to bury his body in sand which resulted in him making up a bunch of lies not to do it.

“Sorry Y/N, I happen to have a condition that prevents me from being buried in sand or i’ll die. Hahaha”

He eventually gives in and lets you because you gave him a cute pout. Everything was fine until a crab crawled on top of him and he started freaking out sgdjdj

While you guys were swimming in the water, Usopp grabs you by the waist to come closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around him. His hands hold you up by your thighs as he leans in to give you a deep kiss.

He brings one hand to your bikini bra strap and starts to slip it down. As much as he likes you in your bikini, he would rather have it off 👀

Law

Night stroll date

Like Zoro, Law is another one who enjoys the simple things and isn’t big on grand gestures.

Today you wanted to go out instead of being in his office, but Law kept shooing you away saying he was busy with work.

It was evening now and he felt guilty for ignoring you all day, so he decided to make it up to you.

“Y/N-ya, come walk with me”

The town you guys were docked at was known for having the prettiest city lights and night life.

He held your hand as you two walked through the town checking out the scenery.

While you gazed at the lights, Law couldn’t help but admire you. Yeah the lights were pretty, but he thought you were more beautiful.

His arm wrapped around your waist giving it a slight squeeze, causing you too look up at him. The look on his face you knew all too well.

Let’s just say your walk was cut short for obvious reasons 😏