#I can't wait until I can finally start using an actual tag for this. Need to finish the intro post asap.

[chiscribbs]

Thinking of making a Donnie Clone Concept fic, would you be willing to share your list of Donnies with us??? Pretty please??

I'm currently working on putting together a "little" introduction post for all of the Donnies, which will include their mask shades + some of the nick names Leo and the others have given them (because they can't all be "Donnie," that's just too confusing). So that should be coming very, very soon!!

But, in the meantime - if you just want the list as-is, I don't mind sharing that either. Here you go! :>

Brainy/Intellectual Donnie

Curious/Inquisitive Donnie

Affectionate Donnie

Anti-Social Donnie

Reckless Donnie

Responsible/Mature Donnie

Mischievous Donnie

Protective Donnie

Anxious/Paranoid Donnie

Excitable Donnie

Obsessive/Addict Donnie

Overly-Dramatic Donnie

Ninja Donnie

Romantic Donnie

Broody/Grumpy Donnie

Argumentative/Defensive Donnie

Eager-to-Please Donnie

Creative Donnie

Lazy Donnie

Neat-Freak Donnie

Selfish/Possessive Donnie

Naïve/Gullible Donnie

Compassionate Donnie

Sarcastic/Witty Donnie

Violent/Aggressive Donnie

"Bad Feelings" Donnie [The Science Donnies™]

Mechanical Engineer Donnie

Chemist Donnie

Techy Donnie

Botanist Donnie

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Holiday Spirit

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You don't have much reason to enjoy the holidays until a generous man walks in the door.

Character: Captain Syverson

Day Thirteen of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - i just can't wait until the holidays are over 

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You watch the snow gather at the corners of the large window pane with dread. The longer it falls, the more your anxiety rises. How on earth are you supposed to get home? Not too mention the more important question, how are any customers supposed to get in the store? 

Your phone jingles at the very thought, your manager calling as if she could hear your silent plea for rescue. You grab your phone but don't answer until the fourth ring. You don't want her to know you've been doom scrolling the weather forecast. 

Gloria greets you without formality, "what's it look like there?" 

"Um, bad," you answer honestly. "Snowy." 

"I mean customers. What are the numbers?" 

"Oh..." you blink and look around the empty shop. "I think most people are staying home. There hasn't been anyone since I started." 

"What about the walkway? Have you shoveled it?" It's as much an accusation as a question. "They won't come in if they can't get in." 

You wish you had the courage to mention that it isn't just the sidewalk, you haven't seen car drive by in over an hour. Those you can see are parked and not going anywhere as the snow piles over their windows. You frown and again, look at the windows in horror. 

"Go out and clear it and maybe you'll sell a few pieces. No point having the lights on if you're not doing anything," she snips. 

"Meredith closed up across the street--" 

"I don't care what that old crone did. Get out there. The shovel's in the back room." She commands. 

"Okay," you agree meekly. 

You know you shouldn't be such a pushover but you need this job. Even if it isn't much. It's a small independent shop that sells candles, lotions, and random nicknacks. You're not really sure what to call it. 

You hang up and go into the backroom and grab your coat. It's not the best. A sherpa thing you go used at the Good Will. Your boots are a couple years old and you can tell. You wear three pairs of socks just to keep your toes from hurting as bad. 

You pull on your thin gloves and grab the shovel. You approach the front door and gaze through the glass. Look at it! You'll be lucky if you don't get lost. 

You go to push through the door. You have to shove your shoulder into it just to get outside as the wind blows angrily. The door slams behind you and you plant the shovel into the thick snow as you look around. Ugh, where do you even begin? 

This time of year is always too much. Who decided the holidays needed to be in the middle of winter? It's not fair, but life just isn't. 

You scoop up the snow bit by bit. Your muscles ache as you try to heave into out of the way but as the powder builds, it's only more and more difficult to do so. As you final get clear of the door, you look back and see a new blanket of white. It doesn't matter, you'll be outside all night if you try to keep it clean. 

You work your way across the store front as the sky continues to dim. It never really got light as the sun stayed hidden in the clouds. You put your head down against the swirling flakes and you grip the shovel tight. You groan and grunt each time you lift it. 

"Now what they got you out here doing all this for?" A grizzly voice draws your head up and you bat your lashes as snow catches in them. You stare up at the burly man in his heavy brown coat and black toque. His beard is sparkling with flakes. 

"Um, I... work in there," you nod to the store. "Gotta make sure people can get in." 

"Y'all should be at home," he tuts. 

"It's just me," you shrug. 

"That's a shame. Damn big shame," he shakes his head, "lady like you shouldn't be out here in the cold." 

"Well, it's my job, I guess," you say. 

"Here," he puts his hand on the handle of the shovel, "you go in. Get warm." 

"Oh, no, I couldn't--" 

"Do you know what my mother would do if she knew I just walked on by a little lady like you struggling in the snow?" He argues. 

"I... thank you, that's too kind. But, you probably have somewhere to be." 

"I'm just walking," he assures you. "I like the snow." 

"Oh, right, uh..." you let go of the shovel reluctantly. "Thanks, I... I feel bad." 

"Don't. I feel bad seein' ya shiver your nose off. Go on." 

You scrunch up your mouth guiltily and push your shoulders up. You back away step by step as you stare at him. It's been a while since you met a single person who wasn't demanding or just downright rude. Maybe holiday cheer isn't dead. 

You retreat inside with a sheepish smile and let out a brr as the door swings shut behind you. You rub your hands together then peel of the wet gloves. You tuck them into your pocket and unzip your jacket. You go to the back room and chew your lip. 

You're not the Christmassy type or whatever other special occasions are going on. You hate it all. It's too shiny and loud. Too greedy the way people will argue over something as simple as a three-wick candle or face scrub. 

What family you do have aren't very cozy. You haven't talked to either of your parents in two years and your sister never really answers your texts. It's just you and it isn't so bad. Other people just make things complicated. Without them, you have the control. 

You put your things away and tramp back out to the till. You can see the snow flying through the windows. The man effortlessly throws chunks of it out of his way. Somehow, he looks even bigger from there. 

You feel awkward, especially with no one else around. You go to a shelf to distract yourself, turning the jarred candles label out to appear busy. The bell above the door jingles and you look over your shoulder at the man. He pauses before he enters to shake the shovel off then leans it against the wall. 

He looks around as you retreat from the candle display and watch him. There’s not much for him here. You’re sure he’ll be off soon enough. He rubs his hands together then strips off his mitts. He slips them into his pockets and gives a curious glance over the table of bath bombs and salts. 

“You know,” he brushes his fingers over his beard so some of the melting snow falls away, “I’m looking for a gift.” 

“Oh? Well, we have lots here,” you keep your distance. You’re not sure you believe him. He’s probably just humouring you. “Thanks again for shoveling. You know, you don’t have to stick around. Actually...” you peer through the windows again, “should probably head out sooner than later.” 

“I got time,” he argues. “She’s real pretty. Girl I’m buyin’ for. So she probably wants somethin’ smells pretty too.” 

“Right, uh...” you twist your fist around a finger. You might as well get a single sale. It’s more than you hoped for. “We have some nice seasonal candles. Apple crisp, or candy cane, oh, the fruitcake is kind nice.” 

“You like candles?” He asks. 

“Sometimes. I don’t get the big ones.” 

“Ah,” he comes closer and you make room for him to browse. He picks up a smaller one and sniffs it. It looks tiny in his beefy hand. All of him sticks out among the dainty aesthetic of the boutique. “Mm, caramel brulee.” 

He reads the side and his eyes scan the shelves again, “what else do you like? Think maybe you know best.” 

“Oh, um, I...” you have to stop yourself from saying you don’t shop here. It’s too expensive. You get the discounts on dupes down at the mall. “Bath bombs are popular right now. Especially these snowflake ones. Oh and, we sell hot chocolate bombs. Those are edibles, these ones aren’t.” 

You point to the table as you pass him. He follows. You laugh nervously at your own lame joke. 

“Makes sense. I like hot chocolate. It’s the perfect weather for it, huh?” 

“Yeah, it is,” you agree. 

He comes to stand beside you as you gesture to the merchandise. You’re not used to that. The rare customer is a bit oblivious to physical space but more often they stay around the other side of the table. He’s right there. 

“Face masks too. It could be a little self-care kit if you wanted,” you suggest. 

“Mm, it does sound nice,” he says. “You think it’s a good present?” 

“Well, I get paid to sell this stuff,” you shrug, “but yeah, it’s hot bath season.” 

“Makes sense,” he nods. 

You step back and give him space. He hums and circles the table as you go back to the counter. You check your phone. *Extreme Weather Warning*. You should call Gloria back and let her know. If the county says you should go home, you’ll insist on doing so. 

“Cherry blossom or... vanilla coconut?” The man asks. 

“Hm, vanilla,” you smile at him then quickly look at your phone again. You type out a text to Gloria.  

He surprises you as he approaches and puts down a selection of items. The candle, a few bombs, some face masks, a shampoo bar, one of the little lotion and balm kits, and a spa headband. It’s a lot and it’s all very cute. 

“Think that’s good, don’t you?” He asks. 

“I think so,” you scan each item. “A very special lady indeed.” 

“Sure is,” he taps his fingers on the counter as his eyes bore into you. “I’m Sy, by the way...” he reads your name tag aloud and you’re surprised until you remember you’re wearing it. 

“Sy,” you repeat back. “Need a bag? Sorry, we’re all out of wrap or I’d offer that.” 

“Bag is just fine, think my girl’s easy to please. She appreciates the simple things,” he grins and grips the edge of the counter. 

“Alright,” you unfold a paper bag and gently place the items inside. “I hope likes it all. I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

“Me too,” he takes out his card and swipes. 

The machine dings and the receipt prints. You tear it off and hand it over, sliding the bag across the counter. He takes the slip of paper but leaves the purchase as it is. 

“Um, did I forget something?” You search the countertop, worried something rolled away. 

“It’s for my lady,” he gently nudges the bag back across the counter. 

“What?” You frown, confused. 

“S’for you, sugar. So you can warm up tonight.” 

“Tonight? Sir--” 

“Sy,” he insists, “best get home before the storm gets worse.” He turns to look out the windows. “No one coming out in this. Might as well close down.” 

“Sy, this is very nice of you but I’m fine. My boss wants the store open--” 

“Your boss?” He turns back to you and tilts his head, “ain’t a good one if they aren’t thinking about you gettin’ home safe.” He stares you down and looms over the counter, “’sides, a lady’s only boss is her man. So you go get your coat and things and we’ll be off.” 

“Sy, that’s... that’s not—I'm not your lady--” 

“Not?” He narrows his eyes. “I know you ain’t got another man, you wouldn’t be here if ya did.” 

“I-- no—but--” 

“You come with me or I stay,” he crosses his arms and leans his elbows on the counter. He plumes a snarl out of his nose, “up to you, but you’re not goin’ out in this alone, sweet thing. Need me there to dig ya out, don’t you?” 

You flinch and shake your head, “I don’t-- I don’t know you--” 

“Sure ya do, I’m Sy,” he grins. “And I know you. You’re the most pretty girl I ever seen.” 

You stare at him. He’s as formidable as the heaps of snow building outside the shop. As dangerous as the patches of ice forming on the road. He is a storm in man’s clothes. He’ll bowl you over just as easily as those winds.  

Just like the blizzard blowing in the street, you can’t escape him. 

[cherrywrecked]

sext — uchinaga aeri.

i'm back, sort of. still won't be too active, but i'm hoping to post new write ups / updates more often. i'm so sorry if this is short, i just couldn't take my mind off of this one, i had to write it.

tags: giselle x oc. teasing. masturbation. sexting. nsfw video right in the middle of the fic. wear your earphones.

ever since that night where giselle had drunkenly made out with you and humped herself on your lap to her orgasm, you just couldn't take your mind off of her. hell, you had even made plans on fucking her the next day, but it was finals week and you had barely seen her. it was as if the two of you were just coexisting at the same place and it was pissing you off. despite that, the two of you never stopped teasing each other since that night, like the two of you had just been waiting for that opportunity to finally be able to do this. you both had been constantly exchanging nasty messages to each other—nothing more, just sexting. however, giselle seemed to be very stressed lately, that she had decided to take things further this time.

giselle:

hey, babe. i missed you. when are you coming home?

to your surprise, giselle had sent you a message in the middle of your study session at the library. you quickly replied to let her know you won't be home until evening, to which caused aeri to frown as she read your message. she can't take it anymore. she needed you, but she can't right now. but she can, however, fuck herself to the thought of you, can't she?

giselle:

but baby, i'm so horny...

i want to feel your fingers inside of me already.

i want you to fuck me... can't you just come home and do that?

mhm... it feels so good humping my pillow while thinking about you.

my pussy's throbbing just thinking about you... bet you're thinking about me now too.

naughty girl, are you fantasizing about us fucking in the library? me eating you out underneath the table?

fuck, i need to cum...

she was driving you insane that you couldn't focus anymore. thank god the messages stopped. but it didn't even take her twenty minutes before she sent another message. this one, though, a whole lot different than the previous ones.

(nsfw video ahead! click the link if you wish to.)

giselle:

good luck studying today, loser. i'm about to fuck myself all over our apartment. feel free to join me, though—actually, i'd love that.

along with the text was an attached video of her fucking herself. with your dildo. in your kitchen. you don't know where she found it, but that was definitely your dildo she was using and holy fuck— that's all it took for you to start packing your reading materials and got ready to go home to where she was. but before leaving the library, you made sure to leave her a quick message to stimulate her even more.

you:

such a dirty little girl. fucking yourself in the kitchen counter? tsk. make sure you're in my bed when i get home in ten and i want to see you fucking your slutty cunt with my dildo, understand? i'll fucking ruin you.

[sheepispink]

Hornets, Wasps and cuddling— wait what?

Masterlist AO3 ver

summary: Rational and calculated: those are the traits that kept you alive on the field and thus made you popular for how you seemed to never crack under pressure. That’s exactly why Ghost was confused when he found you breathless in the hallway after hearing a barrage of footsteps down the long corridors of the barracks and, of course, still clad. in your pyjamas.

Tags: Simon “Ghost” riley/reader, fluff, cuddling, wasps obviously, reader has paranoia, slightly gory description (mentions of skin being scraped out), slowburn, platonic/romantic (can be seen as either), hurt/comfort

WC: 6k

Gifted to python333 on ao3, i love all ur fics

It was almost half past one in the morning when you entered your room in the barrack; the fresh air blowing around your room was absolutely perfect considering how sweaty you were after returning from your mission. Your usual routine went as follows: dump your uniform into your laundry basket, take a warm shower (shampoo like three times; you always did so after missions), dry off, and apply a very simple skincare routine before knocking out until someone dragged you out of bed the next morning. It wasn't like you missed your alarm; Price has written the force a day off so, for once in your life, you’d actually get the sleep you needed after such a tiring week in the field.

While you undress, your mind starts to drift to all the close calls your own small team had faced today due to an unforeseen event changing the plan. You seemed to be the only one there who ever had their head on their shoulders, but then again, most of them only had a few months actually doing field missions, and the others were fresh out of training. Due to that, the mission was obviously not very high risk, and so you weren't setback that much, but damn, it did tire you out having to always watch out for each member on the team. The bathroom tiles are cold against your feet as you step inside, turning the handle of the shower and slowly climbing in once the water becomes warm enough.

Soon enough, you’re feeling a lot cleaner and relaxed, the tension in your temples disappearing as soon as you wash the cleanser off your face. With a small dollop of cream now rubbed into your face, you climb into your small bed in the corner with a soft sigh. The duvets aren't nearly what you used to indulge yourself in before you joined the military, but damn anything is better than those annoying uniforms. You allow your eyes to finally slip close once whilst the wind whistles past your curtains again, the slight coldness making you snuggle up to your pillow as you grow sleepier by the second. You’re so close to dreamland now, the usual worries no longer clouding your head like they’ve been sucked away by your fluffy pillows.

bzz

It was probably just a notification, and knowing how dry your phone was, it was likely going to be the weather app with the latest forecast. You roll over onto your side, pressing your cheek into your pillow to hopefully drown out your constant thoughts.

Then you hear it again, louder and intrusive, like it’s right by your ear. It’s threatening to crawl in and eat away at the skin of your ear until you wake, scratching at your ear canal until blood begins to seep and your brain—

With a small gasp, you jolt awake, your eyes searching the perimeter frantically for the source of the noise. Driven with confusion and a slight terror you wouldn't ever admit to feeling, you scramble out of bed and pat down the curtains, your desk, and the laundry basket. Though nothing appears—not even a damn mosquito or the like. You were sure you heard something, absolutely positive but you can't exactly fight the air, could you? Reluctantly, you pull the covers over yourself and settle back into the bed. It’s probably an annoying fly that escaped through the window— not exactly something to concern yourself over. It’s not like you haven't slept through rickety army trucks or the loud whirring of helicopter blades before; it shouldn’t bother you any longer. With a groan, you close your eyes again and lean back, ready to let your exhausted mind enter that quiet state again.

BZZ

It doesn't sound like a fly now, nor a wasp or anything familiar. It’s noisy and destructive, buzzing in calculated yet violent ways. It makes you jump up straight again, only to be met with the sight of your plain old room. Had all those explosives really banged up your hearing? You’d have to get it checked out at the infirmary tomorrow, but for now you couldn't say you were a little paranoid. It was just a little strange how it always seemed to appear whenever you were on the verge of sleep, and even though you’re exhausted, you decide to just wait it out at least a little bit. Just in case.

After twenty minutes of no noise, you finally get tired enough to just fall asleep without knowing, your head slightly turned to the side as you nod off peacefully, now without a doubt that it really must’ve been a trick in your mind, nothing to worry about in the slightest.

Unfortunately, you were proven wrong when you woke up the next hour, the buzzing extremely loud and the sound bouncing around your ears like you’re in a cinema. Your limbs feel like they’ll fall apart as it is, and you silently swear to yourself that if Soap is trying to piss you off again, you will slap him this time. Cracking your eyes open, your worries immediately fester into terror as you see whatever the hell that is, running rings around your ceiling. It’s larger than the average fly, even more so than a wasp, and by the sound of how aggressive it’s buzzing is, you’re likely to become it’s next meal. Before you can consider your next move, your hand is already wrapped around your phone and your feet tucked up in your fluffy slippers as you immediately make a run for it. You’ll be thankful later for the automatic locking on your room door, but for now you couldn’t give more than a passing thought as you practically ran down the hallways of the barracks. Your head is empty, just focused on the nightmarish idea of that buzzing wasp, hornet—vile creature—flying around your room for the whole time while you were deep asleep. What the hell are you going to do? It was almost deafening how loud it all was, now you’re starting to think further into it, wondering if there was more than one in your room; hell, maybe there was even a nest in there. Now your lungs feel like they’re being blown up from how heavy you’re breathing. Your heart is hammering against your chest, almost painfully, before you finally snap to reality once you realise you’re about to crash into the doors that lead to the rest of the base. Now out of breath, you force the adrenaline to skid to a stop and quietly pant, trying to get back to your senses, which are clearly left behind in your bedroom with that horrible thing.

“When Capt’ said to keep on top of our training even after missions, I’m positive he didn't mean this.” A gruff voice states, slicing through the panic in your heart to make you look up in surprise only to be met with the familiar face of the other team’s lieutenant. He had been yours for a mission, but other than that, you had no experience talking to him other than the shared chats in the mess hall with a couple other sergeants in his team. You often made an effort to catch up with others on the weekend, and despite not even being in their taskforce, you wormed your way into being invited to all of their small chats.

Even so, this was very different from just a normal chat about the new K9s or the tough Russia mission another group was on. It was nearly three thirty in the morning, and if you weren't so shook by the buzzing creature, you definitely would’ve noticed the way his eyes rake slowly over your trembling form. Not like he was trying to check you out—jaw-dropped and tangled hair definitely was not your best look. When you don’t respond but instead just look at him like a deer in headlights, he raises a brow beneath the mask, his eyes visibly widening as your shaking state. “You look like someone just threw a grenade into your room.” He scoffs, still trying to figure out why the hell you’re just panting like that. “Get in here.”

Soon enough you manage to push your feet to walk past his intimidating form into his private quarters. You can’t tell if you’re lucky or extremely cursed to have garnered his attention of all people, considering he was known for being a no-nonsense type of guy. At least with Gaz or Soap, you could’ve at least tried to argue why you were absolutely terrified of such a small bug. He doesn't fail to notice the way your head flings back when the door buzzes as he locks it, your eyes turning into saucers before you quickly realise you were worked up over nothing and snap your gaze back to the ground. As predicted, he doesn't bother to ask you to sit and gets right to the root of the problem.

“So are ya gonna tell me why the hell you ran down from your room, at the end of the barracks, to the entrance?” If he wasn't covered by that black balaclava, you’re positive he would’ve raised a judging brow at you long ago. He doesn’t let you escape it just because of that and instead opts to narrow his eyes to really enforce it. “Well um..” You begin, suddenly at a loss for words for once in your life. Maybe it’s because you’re still shaken, or the fact you’re in fluffy bunny slippers in front of a lieutenant, or maybe it’s because he’s staring down at you like you’re a kid again, wiping the spilling tears from your eyes as you try and steady your voice. That’s far too many maybe’s to let you think straight, so you opt for the best response—the vaguest one—in an attempt to save a shred of your dignity. “I got startled by something.”

Great, he’s eyeing you even more than before; you should’ve cartwheeled down the corridor too while you were at it—maybe you could have convinced him you were in the circus. “Which was?” His large arms cross over his torso, years of strenuous work hidden by just a thin black shirt. Your teeth graze your lips awkwardly, trying to ignore the small pit of shame in your stomach for overreacting so much. This wasn't you, and yet you were still somewhat trembling where you stood. “It was..” Placing your hands on your hips, you force a sheepish smile, pretending like it wasn’t as serious to you. “There was a…uh.. thing flying around my room. Buzzed a lot—you know those um, things..” You babble, trying to reach the point and yet not getting even close to the answer he wants in the slightest. He lets out another scoff at your reluctant demeanour, clearly on the tipping point with how terrified you looked, stumbling over your words and your eyes practically like moons in their sockets. “A fly?” He suggests as he tilts his head down at you, which makes you shrink just a little.

“No.. uhh. bigger.”

“A bee?”

“No.. the uh.. the ones that can sting multiple times.”

“A wasp?”

“Yes- but no… worse than those.”

“Damn it, sergeant, spit it out!” He exclaims, his head shaking exasperatedly as he places his rough hands onto your shoulders, and gives you a light shake. “It was a hornet—a damn hornet, okay? I was terrified of a hornet in my room.” He suddenly lets go of his firm grip on your shoulders and you almost topple over from the lack of support keeping you upright since your heart is way too occupied trying to compensate for all the oxygen you just used acting like a lunatic. When you see him let out a heavy sigh and rub his temples with his hand, you’re already planning the walk of shame out of his room and back into the hell you only just escaped. “I- I overreacted; it’s fine. I’ll just go back-“ You begin, scrambling to save the shards of your dignity that shattered the moment he caught you in this pathetic state. Your foot pivots, ready to turn on your heel and make a dash for it before his hand swiftly catches your wrist, halting any movement you intended to make. ”Where is it?”

”What?”

”The hornet, where is it in your room?”

The walk back to your room is deathly silent, partially because it is three thirty in the morning and partially because Ghost has never been on the vocal side anyway. It’s not like you were intent on filling the quiet anyway, already dreading having to hear that horrifying thing again. Eventually, you reach the door of your room again and you open it with the spare key attached to your phone case. It’s more of a card than a key, and the room opens with another small buzz, which of course makes your heart jump no matter how much you mentally pumped yourself up before reaching the door. Of course, that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he turns to you before he unlocks the door, looking a little annoyed, but you can't really tell as you try to calm the thump. “Stay here.”

Despite your fear, you can't help but peek in after he enters, watching how he stalks around the room like he’s preparing for a murder. He checks the bed first, shaking the sheets to see if it has landed there but nothing seems to come about. Thankfully, he seems to take your fear somewhat seriously, and even waves your spare towel around the room to startle the creature out of hiding so he can chase it out for good. Just your luck; nothing appears in the slightest, and he’s approaching you again, a tired look in his eyes, and you suddenly feel guilty for wasting his time. Why did that damn thing just have to disappear right now?

“Ghost—I swear, it was literally buzzing around like crazy. I could hear it like it was literally in my ear!”

“Must’ve flown out. Just close your windows; It’s yer fault for opening that big anyway.”

The exasperated look quickly returns to his face as he starts to head for the door, convinced by the theory he had chosen.

”But what if it’s still in the room and I close the windows? I’d trap it with me!” That makes him pause for a second—what the hell has gotten into you?

”What do you want to open the window and coax another one in? You’d rather two than one?”

By the tone of his voice, though it never really changes, it’s clear he’s not impressed by your very irrational thinking, and you can’t exactly argue with his words. However, having to sleep with even one of those things near you was a million times worse in your head than being an idiot in front of him and whoever else might’ve witnessed your antics earlier. That’d be revealed the next morning, but for now you were pretty adamant about your own words.

”Ghost, you have to believe me. Before I went to bed, I heard the buzzing, and I literally searched the entire room like it was an assigned mission! Then as soon as I woke—It’s just there in my face; my windows aren't open that much anyway!” You say frantically, your voice rising to a much higher pitch which leaves your fear on clear display for him to see.

He cannot deny it; he’s never seen you so worked up in the past four years he’s known you. Even with spiders, other bugs, and bees, you had never been this stressed over their existence, but it seemed to shake you to your very core this time. Hands flailing about, flushed cheeks and hair like a bird's nest on your head— the last time you were this dishevelled it was because of a damn explosive that went off right next to where you were stationed. He’s about to open his mouth when he hears a sudden buzz, but it’s not in a specific part of the room, and even for a lieutenant like himself, he can’t even figure out what direction it is in. You squeal before he can even glance at you, already dashing to hide right behind him, which happens to be right next to the door as well. He can't exactly argue with that when he had just heard it himself. “Wait outside the room.” He orders, and this time you don’t hesitate, closing the door firmly behind you.

Anxiously, your slipper taps against the floor as you wait for him to emerge from the room and tell you the news you wanted to hear. Unfortunately, it was much worse than you originally expected. “Seems to be a wasp nest near yer window.” His arms cross over his chest as he leans against the door of your room, unaware of the way your heart just stopped at that single sentence. “There's nothing in your room, though. They’re in the space between yer ceiling’s insulation and the roof.” He attempts to reassure you, thinking surely you’d just go back to sleep since you’re usually quite rational.

He definitely wasn't expecting your teeth to graze your lip as you bite down, trembling with eyes practically wide as saucers. “There’s a nest…?”You practically whisper out, not even daring to blink for a second. That makes him raise his brow— didn't he just tell you that? “Yes but it’s in the rafter—“

“I can't sleep there—I heard it, I saw it above me! What if they get fed up with the lack of space and come into my room? What if someone next door makes a loud noise and it scares them so hard they all come into my room?!” You begin, practically pacing back and forth outside your room now with him left in complete shock.

What the hell are you talking about?

“Sergea-“ He begins, but you cut him off, still frantically pacing and reciting all the possible outcomes in hushed whispers.

“They could like the smell of the perfume I bought and come in, or maybe they’re already in my room stuck behind a cabinet or somewhere—they’ll be so angry when they come out, right?” You suddenly halt to a stop and look down at your pyjamas, the bunnies patterned across, though your shorts has a flower printed across the pocket.

“Ghost— what if they think this is a real flower and chase after me?!” He slaps his glove across your mouth before you can continue your incessant talking, leaving you mumbling against his hand with your pupils blown wide.

“They’re the damn size of yer thumb, Sergeant. What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Even though it’s the same gruff British voice, there's a hint of concern beneath it as his sharp eyes bore into your own. You’ve never quite been this up close with him before, especially since you were more of a friend of a friend than his actual friend. Though, then again, you had no idea who he even considered his actual friends. You didn't know much about him at all. So you instantly fall quiet, even when he eventually steps back and crosses his arms, still close enough to intimidate you. “They’re really loud...” You say, voice still a hushed whisper since it is the dead of night and you’d rather not get a scolding tomorrow. “Sorry.. I- i’ll just go to sleep.” He lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you stiffly turn on your heel, turning back into the lion's den, also known as your room.

Ghost is a straightforward man; he doesn’t mess around with what-ifs or irrationality. He prefers to get the job done as soon as possible and as efficiently as possible. He didn’t get his reputation for just doing his work; it’s how he does his work. That also includes knowing the people around him, especially the people in his team—working solo isn't always the way to go; he’s not stupid to compromise the mission just because he prefers his own company. It also meant he grew to appreciate the help of other soldiers—specifically the way you constantly saved him and his teammates’ asses on the last mission. In fact, he saw it all too well the way you had a constant eye on them, no matter how experienced they were compared to you. You were quick to give up your rations for Soap, even faster to bandage up Gaz’s scrape when you reached the safe house. He supposes you deserve at least a good night's sleep after all you’ve done.

When he sees you practically trembling, trying to turn to the door handle, his hand lands on your arm, stopping you before you enter.

“I never said you had to sleep there.” He could practically feel your fear radiating off of you, and despite his usual notions, he couldn’t just leave you with the way you were shaking like a leaf in a storm. “Then where am I supposed to sleep..?”

He turns a blind eye when you suddenly hook your finger around the sleeve of his shirt, having heard a small noise that startled you. Now that you’re sure you’ll be safe from the hornets, you’re able to finally relax your mind, and you start to let your eyes wander. That's how you suddenly realised that Ghost was in his usual training outfit, a tight black sleeve shirt and dark grey sweatpants. You had seen him in this before, but you never knew that he trained this late at night.

“Were you training before I.. y'know, ran down the corridor?” You tilt your head as you walk alongside him, your slippers making soft patters against the flooring. “Yeah, I had just come back when I heard you making a racket.”

“I was not making a racket!”

He gives you a deadpan look, making you drop your hand from his sleeve and a small frown to curve on your lips. “Alright, maybe I was a little loud. Is anyone even in the gym this late..?” You ask, a finger tapping your chin thoughtfully, and he just lets out a grumble in response.

“No.”

“So you’re trying to avoid everyone?”

“You’re still making a racket.”

He opens the door of his room for you the second time that night, allowing you inside. His room is the standard: desk, chair, bed, and closet although he has a few weights in a corner too. Does he ever stop training? He gestures for you to walk forward, which you do without question, and he follows behind you before patting the bed and speaking once more.

“Go on, I'll take the floor. You’ve been up long enough.”

You give him a grateful nod, sliding your slippers off at the foot of his bed before awkwardly walking over to the edge of his bed. Just before you get in, you pause, your teeth scraping against each other uncomfortably before you glance at him. “Are you sure? I can just go back, y'know, suck it up. It’s just an insect.“ He cuts you off as he heads to his closet, pulling back a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants to wear to bed, wanting to get out of his sweaty gym wear even if you couldn’t smell anything when walking beside him. “For the most rational soldier of your age in this base, you sure did act like you’d been shot. So no, I don't think you can just go back with how terrified you clearly are.”

“But-“

“Do you want to shit yourself over a hornet hiding underneath your pillow?”

You have to hold back a squeal at the mere thought and quickly nod, climbing beneath his thick duvets and settling your head onto the pillows. It’s obvious you're exhausted by the way your eyes are drooping, and he quietly steps into the bathroom to shower and change, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by his presence looming around. Unfortunately, when he returns, you’re still tossing over, jumping at every little creak of the door and whistling of the wind from his curtains.

“What’s wrong now?” He asks gruffly, some part of him knowing well that he won't even get a proper answer to that question.

“Nothing’s wrong..” The voice that had previously been frantic and panicked is much quieter now, slightly muffled by the covers as you bury your face into one of his pillows. He can't even stop himself as he makes his way over to the side of the bed where you lay, sitting on a chair and rolling it forward so he’s in front of you. Your cheeks are smushed against the bed, duvet tight over you, and covering your ears as well. He faintly remembers you mentioning that you could hear it in your ear, so he’s sure you’re likely traumatised by that too. “You still haven’t fallen asleep, and it’s four am. Didn't you just get back from a mission?”

“Yeah, but..”

“But what?”

“I feel bad.” You murmur, letting out a small huff in annoyance. “Can’t you sleep in the bed too? I don't want you sleepin’ on the hard floor.”

He rolls his eyes at your incessant complaining, placing a steady hand onto your head to annoy you with the sheer weight of it. Surprisingly, it’s less of a scolding that you’d receive in training and more of a pat. You hadn't realised he could actually be well…nice. “I’ve slept in far worse places, trust me. I have a feelin’ that's not what’s still keeping you up though.” Most would let you get away with such a thing, but he’s determined to at least get you to admit the core cause of this whole issue. After all, he can’t help if he doesn’t know, and seeing as you’re still shaken, there's definitely a reason behind this. “My feet barely touch the end of this bed; just get in.” You ignore the second part of his statement entirely, quickly butting it with our small voice. He wasn't used to sleeping beside someone, not that he’d ever get worked up if the situation came to where he had to do so. It was the same with touching people—he didn’t like it, but he was no coward; he liked to think that he could handle anything thrown at him. Not that he has an ego either.

So, with a reluctant grunt to show his annoyance, he slides underneath the covers beside you, his large body practically engulfing your shorter form. This is exactly why he didn’t want to— you were practically going to fall off the bed at this rate. It’s obvious you’re on the same page as him now as you shuffle around, trying to not touch him yet also not meet your fate for the second time tonight. It wasn't like you’d consider complaining anyway; you had practically disturbed enough of his night, and you were also slightly terrified of worsening his current opinion of you.

”You’re uncomfortable, aren't you?”

You can’t help but nod as you slowly roll over, meeting his brown eyes that narrow at you through the holes in his mask that allow you to just read a hint of emotion on his face if he ever decides to let it show. He’s about to get back up again when he watches your eyes widen and you quickly speak up. “I shouldn't even stay here; I'm not even going to be able to sleep..” That makes him raise a brow, and for some reason, he pulls the covers higher over you as he settles on his back, head slightly turned to face you. “Why not?”

”I’ll uh.. I'm worried that I'll hear it again, yknow, the hornets.” You mumble out, not wanting to beat around the bush much longer than you have. If he must find out that you secretly are a coward, especially to insects with stingers, so be it. It’s better than lying to him and then he forces the truth out of you.

You’re expecting your fourth judging look of the night when he just lets out a heavy sigh, resting his arms behind his head. “So, you’ll be too scared to sleep?” He doesn't need to turn his head to imagine your sheepish nod. “You know, I'll kill it, right? I don’t ever give those cheeky bastards a chance.” However, there’s still an uncertainty in your voice, despite his confidence in his own abilities. “But what if you can't find it and-“ It’s clear it’s more than the idea; it’s a deep-rooted paranoia that sets you off as soon as you hear the noise of them. He’d never thought he’d come close to ever thinking about doing this—even when Johnny teased him when he was caught staring in bars or even when he had been younger and his hormones had been wack. In fact, he’s been more affectionate to that K9 Riley than he’s ever been with a woman, yet here he is, lifting his arm and beckoning you over.

”Come ‘ere then. You’re shaking, Sergeant.”

You glance down at your hands, which are indeed trembling, but you’re more occupied with his invitation to come and lay down beside him—literally to press your face against the side of his chest and have his arm tucked behind your body as you doze off. The mere thought sounds like something that should be forbidden, especially with someone as stoic as him who has plenty of rumours surrounding his deadly skills on the battlefield. Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, the need to settle the fear in your heart leading you to shuffle a little closer before you catch yourself; your body goes stiff as a board as you contemplate the situation through your muddled head. If you said no, you’d make it weird, but if you said yes, does that change anything between the two of you? When he speaks again, you’re half expecting him to tell you to hurry up or the like, but instead he just lets out a gruff shrug. “You don't have to, just an offer.”

That’s enough to convince you, and you finally give into your fears, settling right beneath his arm. He doesn't bother to ask this time, taking your movement as permission as he tucks his arm around you and pulls you easily into his side. “Breathe; you’re as tense as a damn rookie.”

“Fine, don't go complainin’ then.”

His insistence makes you grumble, slowly growing frustrated at your own pathetic display of fear that you press your cheek into his shoulder and an arm lazily resting over his chest—half expecting him to scoff at your slightly clingy behaviour. You don’t quite see the smirk he hides beneath the balaclava, tugging the duvets snugly over your huffy form before his hand lazily pats your back, easing the anxiety that knotted your muscles.

Trying to stay professional is near impossible when you can hear the thump of his heart beneath your ear—the sound crawling through the canal and seeping into your brain like a sweet serotonin shot. It’s steady and somehow peaceful, a constant reminder that you’re now safe from the deadly silence that makes you wait for the worst. It allows your lashes to finally press against your skin, the lines in your forehead easing as you begin to lose yourself. You know for absolute sure now that for as long as you hear the thump of his heart and his arms swallowing your smaller stature whole, no fears will consume you tonight, nor will anything harm you ever again.

bonus:

“Five more minutes..”

The mumbles leave your mouth as you steady the horse you ride upon, a lasso in your hand as you ride through the barren land. It’s so exhilarating—the air on your face as you rush through the land—well, it would be if not for the constant nagging you feel on your cheek.

“Stop that—“

You frown, bringing a hand up to your cheek as you force you and your horse to halt to a stop, surprised to feel something there despite you being the only one upon this beauty.

“What?”

You snap awake, eyes fluttering open to see the blur of a skull balaclava before you and your body being slightly squeezed. Not to mention, your hand was holding another’s which was gently prodding at your cheek but now stopped.

“G-ghost?”

You blink in confusion, the world before you finally clearing up before you finally realise that you’re still curled up against him, though much closer to his neck now, and well, your legs have somehow managed to hook on top of his.

“Took ya long enough, sleepyhead. Kept mumbling about your next ‘bounty’.” His gruff voice rings out, the air from your dream now revealed to be his warm breath before he sits up properly as do you.

“Had a dream that I was a cowboy..”

You reluctantly admit, still half awake as you rub at your eyes, unable to escape from his comfortable hold on you.

“Try explaining that to the others then. They’ve been waiting all morning for you to reply to their messages.”

That makes you blink again, grabbing your phone just to realise it was twelve in the afternoon. Now that you think about it, Ghost had his gloves back on as well as his typical army shirt and cargo pants.

“What?! Why didn't you wake me?”

You exclaim, scrambling up before he rolls his eyes and almost hesitantly pulls his hands from you.

“You were out like a light; besides, it is your rest day. I’ve already cleared out your room and called pest control for the nest to be removed, so get your ass up and go get changed; we’re leaving at twenty.”

Your eyes light up at his confession of what he had achieved all while you had snoozed in his bed, lips slowly widening as you realise he had sorted the problem right through the core for you. Quickly, you swing your legs off of the bed and back into your slippers again before noticing the army attire he had brought for you to change into so you didn't have to walk the halls in your pyjamas.

“Thank you, Ghost.”

You say warmly, bundling the clothes in your hands. “I mean it.”

“Hmph. And I mean it when I say you’ll be late.” He huffs out, watching as you stand before him, all giddy and raring to go for the first time in a while. “You weren’t wrong by the way. They’re mostly active in the early hours of the mornin’ so that’s why you didn’t see anything until you woke up a few hours later.” Your face falls in relief at that, looking happier than before— if that was even possible.

“I suppose if you’re still scared that they could magically return—“ He rolls his eyes, emphasising your irrationality from the night prior despite having just proven that wrong. “— you’re welcome to sleep here. Only in emergencies, got it?”

“Yes sir.” You grin before he quickly dismisses you, getting up from bed to continue his duties around base. “18 minutes now; don’t make Johnny wait for you.” Your eyes go wide, and you quickly scamper into the bathroom to change, his eyes still locked onto you until you disappear behind the door. He kind of regrets fixing your problem now; he should’ve at least let it fester for a day or two more.

[temis-de-leon]

Love potion and Obey Me - Intro

So, I have finals in a few days, but I had to write this because: 1. Otherwise I would've forgot about it and 2. I wanted to give you a lil something until I can write the actual parts next week.

Characters: Solomon x reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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CW: this will be all fluff and light. The intro has Solomon x reader tags because they're the only characters here, but they have no romantic interactions. All the cast (minus Mephisto, Raphael and Thirteen, I'm afraid) will appear in the next 3 parts, just like in the pick me girls series

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There was mischief in Solomon's eyes when he offered to teach you how to brew a love potion, which made you stare at him in silence, waiting for a convincing explanation, but he just smiled and looked at you like the only thing he wanted was your education's improvement.

"Why a love potion?"

He tsked in faked disapproval, leaning backwards on the table before taking a vial from one of the cabinets. The liquid was transparent, yet iridescent, and the shimmer inside it danced towards you the moment you took it from Solomon's gentle grasp.

"Love is one of the strongest feelings in all the realms, if not the strongest. Healthy or not, what wouldn't you do for love?"

The vial was warm between your fingers and you briefly wondered what the potion tasted like.

"How does it work?"

"Well..."

He retrieved the potion with a strange look in his face, nostalgia and fondness. Was it memories of his past experiences? The way he had loved? The way he had been loved?

"It depends on the process" he finally said, smiling at your curious gaze. "Think of this as a base: you can get different endings, but the beginning will always be the same"

"What kind of endings?"

"You can strengthen the love between your partner and you or you could make someone fall in love with you, which is... the most popular use"

Yeah, you could imagine that. It felt filthy and lowly, but you could understand the desperation.

"For the first one, you add something that belongs to both parts of the couple, and for the second one..."

"I only add something that belongs to me"

"Very well, MC"

Solomon smiled with pride and you with giddiness.

"To make it stronger, of course you need a stimulant. Young witches use cinnamon, vanilla or paprika and the most experienced ones use infused blood"

"Infused in what?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves"

You looked at him in exasperation, but he just smiled like the asshole he was. After returning the vial back to its original place, he walked towards a bookshelf in the opposite wall and started searching for something.

"You'll be learning how to brew the base; it may come handy in the future".

After some minutes he gave you a single parchment, edges burnt and writing kinda smudged, but still legible.

"And what if I only want the base?"

Solomon scratched his neck, as if he'd never thought about that option (something you deeply doubted).

"Then it will show only love. Love as it is, no influence"

"What..?"

"Come on, MC, I can't teach you everything!"

"You're literally my teacher"

He hugged you for a short moment before walking you to the door, ignoring every single one of your questions as well as the incompetence of his incomplete answers.

Hours later, alone in your room, you stared at the cauldron on the table.

It didn't look like a liquid; the consistency was... something unique. The smell, however? You could stay in that same spot forever, dunking your face in the cauldron before standing up to cleanse your nostrils and bending down again.

It smelled like him.

What would happen if you drank it? If your skin came in contact with the mixture?

Curiosity became too much for you to handle, so, although begrudgingly, you walked out of your room to wander the halls and clear your mind.

Moments later, someone else showed up at your door.

@hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav @zarakem @yuuvis32

[onismdaydream]

short drabble that has been rotting my brain for months...

tags: 18+/mdni. gender neutral reader. dildos. dirty talk. calling gojo a narcissist. not proofread.

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“wow,” satoru breathes out, a faint smirk appearing on his mouth as his long finger traces one of the veins. “this is pretty damn accurate."

it's blue. a beautiful and bright shade of cerulean that doesn't quite catch the light the same way his eyes do. you can see the sparkle in his gaze now, like a kid in a candy store, so excited and amazed.

"i should hope so, they claim to be the best." you find yourself echoing his excitement, a dull thrum rushing through your body. you had been waiting for this, waiting so patiently for it to arrive in the mail, and now it's finally here. it's within your grasp. biting your bottom lip to suppress your growing smile, you take the few remaining steps between you and satoru.

"satoruuu," you coo, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. you can feel the small shudder that runs through him. "do you wanna play with your new toy?"

"now?" he asks as if he doesn't believe you, doesn't believe that you'd let him use it. maybe it was just some cruel joke of yours, to place it directly in his hands but never give him the permission he so desperately needed from you. despite how stubborn and cocky he can be, satoru listens.

"mhm," a hand moves down to rest on his pec, feeling the firm muscle underneath the fabric of his shirt. "put on a good show for me, yeah?"

and he does.

god, he looks so beautiful and perfect like this. that pretty pink flush is painted across his cheeks and his eyes are droopy with pleasure, mouth slightly open as he moans. satoru, you think, was sculpted by aphrodite herself. there was no other explanation for how attractive he is. each curve and dip of his body is so alluring, the way his muscles ripple with each movement, even the sounds he makes leaves you hot and needy.

another cry from his lips and you can't stop yourself from touching. you were planning on watching, but with the sight in front of you? there was no way you could resist.

"feel good, baby?" and your palm is massaging his ass, pulling slightly to see him clench around it. satoru moans in response and pushes back into your hand, eyes glossy with tears of ecstasy.

"yeah? you like being fucked by your own dick?"

drool is starting to drip out of the corner of his mouth, soaking into the sheet beneath him. you don't think you've seen satoru lose himself that quickly in quite some time, his brain too foggy to do anything than move the dildo in and out, in and out.

"such a narcissist, 'toru." you tease, knowing exactly what it's like to be on the receiving end — to be dicked down so good until you can't form a word other than his name, repeating it like a prayer. "you gonna leave me for yourself?"

a pinch of his eyebrows tells you that he is still listening, still present enough to try to protest.

"so in love with your cock that you don't need me, is that right?" and there's a whimper, a tremble to his bottom lip, a plead that it isn't true. that he would never leave you, he loves you, adores you.

but it doesn't mean that he stops fucking himself.

no, it feels too good to stop. the replica of his own cock is bullying against his prostate and his actual cock is practically crying with precum, the constant stimulation pushing him closer and closer to the edge. all he needs is a little push to send him toppling.

your hand wraps around his own and you guide the toy to just the right spot.

"c'mon baby, wanna see you cum."

half a dozen more thrusts of his replica and that cord snaps inside him, his orgasm racking through his body and leaving a mess on the bedding. you manage to catch him before he can fall forward, gently rolling him to the side so he doesn't get covered in his own release. you've made that mistake before.

you carefully clean his body, wiping the lube and sweat and cum and leaving sweet kisses along his skin. satoru's breathing eventually evens out, his heart rate returning back to normal.

"you know i love you, right?" his voice cracks a bit, his throat and mouth dry from panting, but you don't comment on it.

"i know, baby." and your lips against his own is a sacred promise.

[monzabee]

third time's the charm (social media au) - mv1

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Summary: The one where you are there to celebrate Max winning his third title, and the whole world is there to witness it.

Pairing: max verstappen x reader (model used: mun ka young)

Warnings: none other than some cursing, internet being the internet

Request: "First of, in love with your social media au works. Could you do one with Max where reader is a K-pop idol (solo) and one of the biggest artist both in Korea and internationally, ever since she debuted (early-middle 2010s) she's been associated/sponsored by Red Bull. So she and Max have secretly been together for a year or two until someone caught Max in Korea and everything starts unfolding. (Ps. fully understand if you aren't able too❤️)"

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

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ynofficial: excited for this weekend's schenanigans, can you guess where i'm heading?

jennyrubyjane: not la??😿

ynofficial: 아니, 곧 만나러 갈게 약속할게😭

user: is it paris? new york? london? THE OPPORTUNITIES ARE ENDLESS

redbullracing: can't wait to have you with us again!

ynofficial: 감사합니다 🥹🫶

user: SHE'S GOING TO A F1 RACE, AGAIN??

user: she's just like me i swear

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ynylnfans: Y/N at the airport this morning, going to the qatar gp!

user: the queen of airport looks😭

user: love the way she makes that ludicrously capacious bag work🫡

user: oh to be y/n and travel the world while looking this good

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user: see everyone is sad because we have to share her with the f1 girlies but i'm just glad we're getting looks

user: her fashion game on race weekends have been on point

ynofficial posted a story!

ynofficial posted a story!

ynofficial tagged location: losail international circuit

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ynofficial: how does the saying go again? third time's the charm✌️☝️

user: no way, no actual way

user: have you not seen her story...

user: i knew she was a red bull girl, but i didn't know she was THE red bull girl😭

user: okay but when is the new album dropping?? the kids need music

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maxverstappen1: the past couple of days with ms yln

user: i'm so confused right now🤨

user: where is the race content and who is this man??

user: i can't believe this post just called me single in all the languages ever

ynofficial: always a pleasure🫶

maxverstappen1: ❤️

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danielricciardo: is this why you said no to hanging out?

maxverstappen1: what do you think?

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ynofficial: date night with one mr verstappen

user: I NEED HER WARDROBE, RIGHT NOW😭

user: girl, i get that you're happy and in love, but please drop a song or something😭

ynofficial: after date night?👀

user: i never thought i'd be jealous of max verstappen but here we are

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maxverstappen1: ❤️

ynofficial: 🥹

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ynofficial: third time's the charm. out this friday. enjoy🤭

user: OH I KNEW IT

user: i can't believe we're getting a song about sid from ice age

user: sid and the dragon babies

redbullracing: are we invited to the listening party?

ynofficial: of course!🥹

user: finally, it's been so long😭

maxverstappen1: oh i definitely will

ynofficial: i know you will🙃

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user: damn, this right after the hard launch of the century??

[tiny-pretty-sana]

taste of love | chaeyoung x reader

[request] paring: chaeyoung x reader genre: fluff and smut warnings: nsfw (+18), minors dni and not proofread tags: established relationship, top!chaeyoung, soft dom (kinda?), smutty intimacy, not plot just vibes w/c: 4.3k a/n: first time writing idol x reader and second time writing smut!! i love trying new things and i hope it's not too awkward. i also hope the lovely @nr1chaedickrider enjoys it and that the wait was worth it

It’s Friday night. You should be having dinner with your girlfriend at one of those small restaurants with cute decorations and dimmed lights that would become crowded and popular as soon as someone posted about them in social media, but for now are unknown and hidden enough for her to love them. She’s always been the best at finding these secret spots for your dates, like the one you were supposed to be having right now. You have actually been looking forward to it all week, but you had to cancel your plans after you left your boss's office this morning.

It doesn't matter that you've been working late all week on your assigned projects to get everything up to date because your boss needs a detailed presentation of last month’s sales first thing Monday morning. It doesn't matter how much work you've managed to get done ahead of schedule because you're young and that's the way things work. You're here to do your boss's job, be his secretary to then do your actual job . 

When you finally leave the building you see the dark sky and city lights, which means you’re leaving later than usual. You hadn't noticed, but your shoulders, back and neck are tense after the extra hours you've spent in front of the computer ignoring the stress, irritation and hunger you felt. But it's all done, you remember and try to forget about work until Monday.

You sigh and reach into your bag for your phone to call her. Before you can hear the second tone she picks it up but you don’t even give que time to answer. 

“Hey Chae I’m so sorry…” you start apologizing but she cuts you off and you hear her chuckle softly. 

"Baby stop, you've already apologized. I've already told you I'm not upset, I'm just worried because you're overworking yourself and I know you well enough to know that when  you do, you don’t eat properly, among other things. We can have dinner out tomorrow, now just come home, y/n." she says with that gentle tone that she uses when she knows you need some comfort even if her intention was to scold you for your unhealthy working habits. 

“Let me make it up for you. I’ll bring your favorite from that place you like near my work” you offer. 

"Don't worry about it, I've already made dinner. You've had a hard day, so let me take care of you. Come home safely, I'm waiting for you, okay?"  

You do as she says, but you can't help but make a quick stop by the convenience store to buy some strawberries after seeing that the flower shop had already closed. She says she's not upset with you, but you know that she was just as eager as you were to have your special night out.

On your way home, after hearing your girlfriend’s calming voice and knowing she is home waiting for you, you start feeling much better, still the tiredness and the tension of your muscles remains. 

There are some free seats in the subway but right now the last thing you want is going back to a sitting position, choosing to stand near the gates to jump off as soon as the train gets to your spot. The last thing you want to do is to delay even for a few seconds the moment you get home to her. You count the minutes left, the remaining stops and how many songs away you are from her. They are the same as always but at this particular moment it feels as if time is not passing as fast as you need to, making you get to your apartment building so fast you make it to the elevator almost breathless.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is the strawberry scent from the candle you got her and then you see Chaeyoung. She’s there waiting for you with the biggest smile and her arms ready to wrap you. You stand in front of her and kiss the beauty mark under her lip before locking your mouths in a gentle kiss. After so long it has become a ritual like crossing your face when you get in church. It doesn’t feel like you’re home until you feel her lips against yours. 

Her arms are wrapped around your waist when she whispers “Are you okay?” against your skin before pulling away to look at you while she cups your face with one hand. 

“I’m good now” you say looking into those big dark eyes with sparks on them that resemble stars. “Just tired”. 

The next thing you notice when you come back to your senses after the long awaited kiss is the delicious smell of food cooked by your girlfriend, the table already set, candles everywhere and the ceiling lamp covered with a scarf. The dim light and the reddish shade give a touch of intimacy like those places you like to go to. Seeing how she has made the effort to set this while you were worried that you might have upset her by canceling your date makes you feel really lucky and full of love. From the corner of your eye you can see her smiling brightly. 

As expected, the dinner was delicious yet simple. Chaeyoung is not the most skilled cook but she makes the best dressings and sauces. Like any other night you tell each other about your day and make some plans for the weekend while you both eat the grilled salmon and the salad she has made, but being as hungry as you are you let her do most of the talking. Still you tell her about the awful day you had at work. She knows there is not much she can do besides support you and offer words of encouragement, but she makes sure to let you know so you don't forget that you can always count on her even when she doesn't quite understand what your job is all about sometimes. Sometimes even you don't quite know what you're doing.

After talking for a while with empty plates in front of you and a half-full glass of wine in your hand, it's time to clean up and you offer to wash the dishes. 

“Don’t worry about the dishes, you’ve done more than enough when I should’ve been the one making it up for our canceled date” you sigh, still somewhat disappointed. “Go take a shower”.

“Join me when you’re done” she winks at you teasingly. 

You have probably never cleaned the dishes this fast. 

Intending to join Chaeyoung in the shower, you slip in wearing just your underwear, but just as you did when you entered the house, you find the bathroom with the dim lighting of candles scattered around the place. The room is filled with the faint fragrance of jasmines, subtle, but it is enough to notice its comforting sweetness. An the bathtub has a layer of bubbles covering the surface of the water

She is on her knees at the foot of the tub lighting the last few pairs of candles wearing just her pants and her bra leaving her back tattoo on full display for you to admire. Being too focused with the candles she doesn’t realize you are there until you decide to make your presence known. 

“I should’ve known you’re up to something” you say, unable to hide your smile. 

Chaeyoung then turns around looking at you with those hooded eyes she gets when she drinks, they are not as sparkly as usual but the dozen flames that bathe the wall tiles are reflected in her eyes. Her eyes are the color of rich espresso, with a deep and captivating gaze that draws you in. You lock eyes with hers and it does not take you two much longer to get rid of the remaining clothes and get into the bathtub.

The water is hot and welcoming just like her embrace, she wraps your arms around you when you take the spot between her legs, resting your back against her front. And as soon as you rest your head on her shoulder you can feel the remnants of tension left in your body vanish as you let yourself be taken over by indulging in the delight of the senses. Chaeyoung's soft touch under the water, her velvety voice caressing your ear, the floral aroma is accompanied by the scent of strawberries, the remains of wine dancing in your tongue and the dim light of the candles bathing your skin. 

As her hands are too busy wandering around your body, you take care of feeding her and bring the glass of wine to her lips. In between you can't miss the opportunity to steal a kiss or two. 

The first few kisses are playful pecks you give her as you replace the strawberries with your own lips. Soon those stolen kisses are not enough for her and they gradually escalate into slow, sensual kisses that leave you both breathless. You lazily make out, exploring each other’s mouths like it is the first time, with the same tenderness, but with the confidence of someone who has done this a thousand times before. Now you know each other like the back of your hands. You know the pace that makes her go insane and she knows when is the right time to slide her tongue in your mouth to make you go dizzy.  

The taste of wine and strawberries makes you uncertain of where your mouth ends and hers begins until you follow her movements pushing your tongue between her lips and among the sweet and sour mixture you recognize a hint of Chaeyoung. It's something you cannot explain and you don't even know if it makes sense, but in the same way that she has her own distinct scent that you can distinguish beneath the perfume you are also able to recognize something that is inherently hers when you kiss, no matter if she has chewed gum, eaten chocolate or drank soju before. Not even when she uses a mint candy to mask the rare taste of cigarettes when she's stressed. It is that taste along with the gentle feeling of her tongue caressing the roof of your mouth that is making you feel more lightheaded than the actual alcohol you have been drinking since dinner. she just has this power over you. 

Kisses do not stop. You turn your body slightly to have better access to not just her mouth but her as a whole and tangle your hands in her hair in an attempt of pulling her impossibly closer when there aren't even clothes getting in the way between her smooth, tattooed skin and yours. It is at this moment when you become aware of a different wetness than the water between your legs, is the same wetness you’re also feeling against your ass, letting you know that your kisses have the same effect on Chae as hers do on you. Your move is followed by a soft moan as a result of the pressure you made against her center.

That sweet sound is accompanied by other sounds coming out of both her mouth and yours mixing with the sound of sloppy kisses that are getting deeper and more passionate. Her kisses are becoming hungrier every time and those same hands that once caressed you gently are now griping you with possession. Feeling her sinking her fingers in your skin feels as familiar as the sensation pooling in your lower stomach, like a prelude of what is to come. 

Her left hand moves up to your chest making you gasp against her lips at the sudden feeling of her cupping your breast. Your body reacts to the touch immediately as your nipples stiffen under her teasing thumb and your back slightly arches giving you a glimpse of her wetness one more time making her breath hitches and the kissing stops. 

Your mouths are no longer devouring each other’s but she keeps hers busy by tracing her tongue over your neck to end up nibbling your earlobe before you feel her slightly unsteady breathing just millimeters away from your ear.

“Stop doing that, this is about you” she tells you off. 

Chaeyoung’s warning gets followed by caresses that go up and down your thighs until she gets to your inner thigh squeezing it firmly and forcing you to keep your legs spread for her just for the sake of having you at her mercy since she has no intention of giving you what you crave yet. She wants you to know who is in control now, wants you to know she is going to take care of you and give you what you need. She is in charge and you are completely at her mercy.

It is not something unfamiliar. You both always enjoy a little power game, but that is not what you need now and she knows it. This control doesn’t come from a want of overpowering you but from devotion, she’s willing to take all the weight from your shoulder so you can let yourself go to allow the pleasure to take over you. She is here to provide not to take, you know it and that thought alone makes you feel dizzy and hot. 

Her hands are all over you, left hand wandering around your upper body while the other stays still in your thigh going up and down at a maddening peace. She cups your breasts and teases your nipples. At first she ghosts around them with her fingertips drawing figures on your skin, but as they get hard it gets too appealing not to go further by trapping them between her two fingers pinching them just enough to make your whines hit her ears. Throughout all this, her lips have not stopped placing wet kisses on your neck along with some biting and sucking in all the right spots. 

This is all it takes for her to have you all worked up and desperate for the touch you crave. You are pretty much aware of her touch as your own hands are top of her even when she is the one guiding the movements. You feel how she runs hers everywhere but between your legs where your neglected cunt starts pulsating in need.  

“Please Chae…” you start pleading but it gets caught in your throat as she moves up her hand to run a finger between your folds. 

“I know baby, I can feel it. You’re so wet and ready for me” she cooes without a hint of teasing in her voice, she is enjoying this as much as you. 

Her finger travels up and down between your folds, despite being underwater it moves with ease due to the slickness that has been dripping from your center since the kisses started to escalate. The hand you once had on top of the one she now has between your legs, is tangled in her hair guiding her mouth against yours to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Those kisses are not enough to silence your moans once her ministrations reach your clit making circles that get progressively smaller tightening the knot that is forming in your lower stomach. 

She switches up the pace and her motions, taking you to the limit but not in a hurry, you are not in the mood for something quick. Today soft and slow is what you both want. It is intimate and passionate like whispering I love you between heated kisses. 

For a moment your mouths part and she pauses to admire the mess she is turning you into. You feel the warmth of your cheeks and the reddish hue tinting Chae's. You probably look like that too, with your hair sticking to your forehead more from sweat than water, with a blush on your cheeks that extends to your ears and your lips looking wet and puffy. 

The break lasts a few seconds, just long enough to remind you that there is a world beyond Chaeyoung's mouth and the feeling between your legs. The room feels warmer, it starts to be overwhealming, you suddenly become aware of the hot water and the sweat on the back of your neck. The smell of jasmine is still present, but it is overshadowed by the smell of her hair that has not yet touched the water. The taste of wine and strawberry in your mouth is still there, but now you can taste her too.  Some candles have already melted. 

Her hand immediately stops, and before you can complain, she shuts you up with a kiss. 

“I want to taste you” she breathes seconds before running her tongue across your parted lips, giving your shivers. 

That's all you need to hear to know what to do, you don't need to be told twice or given directions on what to do. It is one of those things that you have internalized so much that your body executes the action before your brain can process the information. You untangle your limbs and she gives you space as she helps you to reposition yourself. 

When you stand up, you notice the change in temperature hitting your skin. Your nipples stiffen against the cool air just as they do between her hot lips. This contrast feels good especially when you sit around the bathtub with your back against the cold tiles to spread your legs for her. Chaeyoung is in front of you, looking you in the eyes, but it doesn't take long for her to turn her gaze downward lingering on the marks on your neck, the nipples she so loves to savor and the fuzzy scratches on your stomach she has left tonight until her eyes land on your glistening core, with your swollen clit trapped between your puffy folds. It is not a matter of want anymore, you need her. 

The same desire you see in her eyes is what she sees in yours when you have her on her knees ready to devour you and get lost between your legs. Now the water barely covers half of her thighs giving you a delicious view of your girlfriend. Her petite frame, her tattooed arms in full display, the slightly marked muscles of her abdomen, the untattooed hand with freshly cut nails that seconds ago was bringing you to the edge and a little above her perfectly trimmed bush, the tattoo on her hip that nobody but you have witnessed. 

It doesn't matter how many times you have seen her because she always manages to take your breath away and fluster you when she stares at you with that look where love and lust blend together. 

“God... you look so good and so delicious. I love you so much” she says in such an adorable tone that you can't help but giggle. 

“I don't know how you can be cute in moments like this, I love you more” you reply grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to you. 

“I'm not cute” she whines proving that even when she is about to go down on you she can be so adorable. 

She realizes it herself before you tease her further and hides in your neck as you chuckle, but the next thing she does takes you by surprise. When she bites your neck right at your pulse point, a moan comes from your throat. 

Right away, you place her hands on your hips and pull her close, trapping her body between your thighs. Chaeyoung does the rest and gets into the right position to then slide her arms around your legs so that they are over her shoulders. Her slender fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs with possession while yours tangle in her hair tightly, giving away your desperation. 

She presses gentle kisses on your inner thighs, no matter how much she wants to taste you or how much you need to feel her mouth, those are mandatory and they melt you every time. The trail starts down near your knees and as she gets closer to your center those kisses are followed by little nibbles and kitten licks. 

“You taste like soap” she giggles. 

You don't answer her, but instinctively grab the glass that is still full of white wine and spill it on your bare leg, making her gulp. Despite the initial surprise, she reacts swiftly and catches the drops of wine before they reach the junction between your legs. You know she wouldn't let a drop of her favorite wine go to waste, especially if it means tasting it straight from your skin. For some it may be arguable, but for Chaeyoung, wine has never tasted so good to her as it does right now. 

“You're crazy” she whispers before biting you tenderly.

His mouth does not distract you from the hand that dangerously runs its thumb around your pussy making you shudder slightly in anticipation. Soon the touch of her fingers is replaced by her tongue that runs along your slit from your hole to your clit tasting your juices. As you exhale the air that has been caught in your lungs, she inhales the scent of your arousal. 

When you feel yourself getting so close to where you were just moments ago by her just lapping on your juices you know you won't be able to last much longer. She is not much farther away as you can constantly feel the vibration of her moaning against your core just from eating you out. If this goes on you are confident that she might cum just from going down on you and that is incredibly hot. She really enjoys this and you are really taking advantage of her skills, she is just so good at this. 

Chaeyoung knows what she is doing and knows your body better than you do. Tongue flat as she licks your cunt up and down, but hardening the muscle as she strokes the bundle of nerves just before wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it threatening to break the knot in your abdomen. Both of your breaths quicken and get uneven, merging in the air with moans, muffled cursing and the obscene sound of your wetness against her tongue. 

Once again the fingers join in, collecting the spit and slick mess that coats your pussy and drips down your thighs into your ass. It is hot, dirty and lewd in contrast to the softness of her features and the tranquility reflected in her face with her eyes shut as she plays with your juices and intoxicates herself in your scent. The same scent that is now coating the fingers that playfully feel your entrance making a beg to slip in between the moans.

“I need you inside” you plead softly. 

Seconds later she shoves two fingers inside while her mouth focuses on your clit, drawing shapes with her tongue getting hungrier and faster, matching the speed of her fingers as they fill you up and take you closer to the edge. 

Her name is heard coming out of your lips louder and louder, each one of them is followed by a soft echo that screams her name with you again. 

“Chaeyoung…”.

“Right there!”.

“So good”.

 “Don’t stop”.

At your prayers she can only give you what you ask for by making your body go back and forth between the quivering of your limbs and the tightness of your muscles as your back arches in pleasure and your legs lock around her head. As her movements speed up and her fingers reach new spots when they arch inside you, the tension is what takes over your body as you chase your high. 

Your hand pulls her hair burying her face in your cunt while the other finds a place squeezing your breast, trusting that Chaeyoung is there to get you. Feeling your body come over the edge your hips begin to move erratically, to her it doesn't go unnoticed and she says the words that she knows will lead you to where you need to be. Pulling her mouth just inches away from your center she whispers against your sensitive skin as she looks into your eyes that fight to stay open. 

“You’re taking me so well, cum for me now baby”. 

That couple of words followed by her fingers hitting that soft spot inside you as her lips catch your clit is the last thing you needed for the wave of pleasure to wash over your body, finally releasing the tension stuck in your lower abdomen and shutting down your senses for a brief moment. All you feel is the release as your vision fades to black and the sounds around you become a blur. 

Before you can regain consciousness you notice the last few licks as she cleans you up and keeps her fingers inside you so you can ride out the earth shattering orgasm you have just had. She carefully laps up every last drop of cum being careful not to overstimulate you, but even that doesn't stop your legs from shaking before the tension in your limbs dissipates completely. 

You are still panting when you hear her giggling and look down, encountering an image that you can only hope will be burned into your memory. 

You can safely say it is the most erotic thing you have ever laid eyes on in your entire life. Still between your legs you see her face framed by her messy black hair, bringing out even more of the blush on her cheeks that complements her fleshy pink lips coated in your slick as she is grinning. She has the same dark hooded eyes she has when she is starting to get drunk, perhaps she's actually drunk on you.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Sweet on You, Chapter 6

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: HERE

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N

Word Count: ~3700

A/N: Guess who's back, back again? Matty's back, tell a friend...

After months of fucking off to who-knows-where, Matt finally sauntered back into the writing room in my head with a smirk on his face and the DDBA trailer in tow, so expect updates to all of my Matt fics to start back up!

As always, many thanks to @realfernmayo for the divider!!!

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“I need you to stay late,” Mr. DiStefano said the following evening as you prepared to leave the office.

You paused in the middle of unlocking your desk drawer to retrieve your purse. “Wait, what? Why?”

“Harrison just called, he wants to completely redo the condos we're designing for him so he's coming in for an emergency meeting. I need you here to take notes.”

You frowned. Harrison Coco was the head of the Coco Corporation, one of the largest and most prestigious development companies in New York. “He’s coming in tonight ?”

Mr. DiStefano shook his head. “I don't like it either, but he's our biggest client. I don't want to run the risk of losing his account.”

“Can't it at least wait until tomorrow? I had plans this evening.”

“Oh, well, if whatever it is you had planned is more important than your job , then…” Mr. DiStefano trailed off, his meaning evident.

You sighed. You had been looking forward to a quiet dinner with Matt after an already hectic day. “No, sir. It's fine, I can see if I can reschedule for another day.”

“Good. Make a pot of coffee, would you? We're going to need it.”

You pulled out your phone as Mr. DiStefano walked back to his office, sighing once again as you texted Matt. I'm really sorry, but I can't make it to dinner tonight.

Your phone immediately chimed with a response. Everything okay?

Yeah, an important client is coming in so my boss is making me work late. 

Ah. I see. 

“He probably doesn't believe me,” you muttered to yourself. Would you mind taking a raincheck for this weekend? Or I can even do an extra dinner next week if that's preferable.

You chewed on your lip in anticipation, hoping that Matt didn't consider you already in breach of your contract and tell you to just forget about the whole thing.

Would tomorrow work for you? 6 PM at the restaurant instead of 7?

You huffed out a relieved breath. Yes, that should work. Again, I'm so sorry, my boss literally just sprang this on me.

That's quite alright, I have some things I needed to finish up tonight at the office anyway. I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

You put your phone away and headed to the kitchen to brew the requested pot of coffee. Design meetings typically ran for several hours as it was, but meetings with Harrison were always even longer and more detailed.  Might as well make extra since I'll probably be here until midnight. 

You measured out the coffee grounds then added water to the reservoir, wondering if you'd have the time and energy to at least scarf down the leftover baked chicken you had made the previous evening before needing to get ready for bed or if you should order something to eat at the office for dinner.

You pressed the start button on the coffee machine, deciding to err on the side of caution and order in something.

You headed back to Mr. DiStefano’s office. “I'm going to grab something for dinner, do you want anything?”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Yeah, actually. What were you getting?”

“I was thinking maybe that ramen bar down the street.” It was relatively inexpensive and close enough to the office to where you could just run and pick it up rather than having to wait on delivery.

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “That sounds good. Give me a minute and I'll let you know what I want.”

“Okay.”

You went back to the kitchen to pour the coffee you had made into a carafe to keep warm, then brought the carafe into the meeting room and set it on a table against the wall along with some cups, a caddy full of various sweeteners and creamers, and several bottles of water. Okay, I think that's everything.

You walked back into Mr. DiStefano's office. “Decide what you want, sir?”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Yeah, get me the black tonkotsu with a side of takoyaki.”

You pulled your phone out to place your orders. “Okay, not a problem.”

Mr. DiStefano pulled his wallet out of his pocket and took out some cash. “Here, this should cover mine.”

You took the money and stuck it in your pocket. “I’ll let you know when I leave to go pick it up. What time will Mr. Coco be arriving?”

“Around 6:30 or so. He just got back into town from a business trip and will be on his way shortly.”

You nodded. At least that would give you enough time to eat. “I’ve got coffee and water set up in the meeting room. Do you need anything else?”

Mr. DiStefano shook his head. “No, I think that’s it for now.”

You went back to your desk and responded to a few emails from clients that you had originally left to answer the next morning, then stopped by Mr. DiStefano's office once again in order to let him know that you were leaving to go pick up dinner. 

At least Abbott and Williams have already left for the day so I don't have to worry about having to deal with them too , you thought as you locked the office door behind you. 

You walked the three blocks to the restaurant and picked up your order, then headed back.

“Mr. DiStefano, I'm back,” you announced as you unlocked the door and stepped back inside. “They had initially forgotten your okonomiyaki sauce, but I made sure to get them to put extra in the bag for you.”

“Okay, thanks,” Mr. DiStefano said as he came into the lobby. “Before Harrison gets here I need you to pull the current renderings for the condos as well as the designs for the Baker, Hawkins, and Guiducci accounts. Hopefully we can convince him to stick with the original design or at the very least go with something similar to what we've done before.” 

There goes my time to actually sit and enjoy my dinner , you thought . It was already 6:00 and it would take you at least 15 minutes to find and pull the requested designs. “Yes, sir.”

You handed him his order and put your own on your desk before going to pull the designs. While most architectural firms were utilizing digital-only designs, DiStefano and Associates still used mostly hand-drawn renderings depending on the needs of the client. “Digital renderings may be faster,” Mr. DiStefano had once put it when you had asked him about it, “but a computer can't give you the warmth and depth of a space that hand-drawn designs can.”

Apparently the architecture world agreed, because DiStefano and Associates had been named one of Architecture Today ’s top firms for the past 5 years straight.

You found the requested plans and brought them to the meeting room then returned to your desk to hurriedly eat your (now cold) dinner.

You had just finished when you heard a tap on the front door. Perfect timing.

You hurriedly threw your take-out container in the trashcan next to your desk and walked over to unlock the door. “Mr. Coco, it's good to see you,” you said with false-but-professional pleasantness as you opened it.

You honestly didn't have anything against him personally -- he was a tall, medium-built, good-looking man around your age with dark hair and piercing blue eyes -- but you couldn't help but be annoyed that he had (unknowingly) caused you to have to cancel your dinner plans for the evening.

“Same to you,” he replied. “And I've asked you before, please call me Harrison. Mr. Coco is my father.”

You stepped out of the doorway to let him inside. “Come on in.”

You locked the door behind him and led him to the meeting room. “I'll let Mr. DiStefano know that you're here.”

Harrison nodded. “Thanks.”

You walked back to Mr. DiStefano's office. “Mr. Coco is waiting for you in the meeting room, sir.”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Okay, thanks. I'll be right there.”

You passed by your desk to grab your notebook and returned to the meeting room. “Mr. DiStefano will be with you in a moment. In the meantime, there's fresh coffee and bottled water if you'd like anything to drink, or I can bring you a cup of tea if you'd prefer.”

Harrison looked over at the coffee station, then back at you. “Actually, a cup of tea would be nice.” 

You nodded. “We have English Breakfast, green tea, Chai, Earl Grey, honey-chamomile, and herbal peppermint. Which would you prefer?”

Harrison thought for a moment. “Let's do the Chai.”

“Okay, I'll be right back with that.”

You went to the kitchen and brewed a cup of hot water then placed a tea bag in it before returning once again to the meeting room. “Here you are.”

Harrison nodded as you handed him the cup. “Appreciate it. So, how have you been?”

“Fine, thanks.” Harrison was one of the few clients who always took the time to actually speak to you and made you feel seen and not like furniture. “How about you? Mr. DiStefano said you just got back from a trip?”

Harrison nodded. “Actually, yeah, which is why I --”

“Harrison, hello!” Mr. DiStefano's voice boomed as he walked into the meeting room. “It's good to see you.”

Harrison turned to shake Mr. DiStefano's hand. “John, thanks for meeting with me so quickly.”

Mr. DiStefano shook his head. “Not a problem. Please, have a seat.”

You sat in your usual chair in the corner of the room as the two men sat at the table.

“So tell me,” Mr. DiStefano said. “What's the issue with the condo design? I thought you said you loved it.”

Harrison sighed. “I did, I did, it's just that upon looking at it again I realized it looks like every other condo building in New York. I want something different, something that makes Coco Corp stand out. I need something… inviting .”

You wrote down different and inviting as Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Okay, I can absolutely see that. I've pulled a few comps for you to check out.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. You knew you were just Mr. DiStefano's office assistant, but the least he could do was to say he’d had his assistant pull the blueprints rather than act like he had actually taken the time to do it himself.

Mr. DiStefano reached over and unrolled the first rendering. “Here's one we did for the Taylor Group --”

Harrison shook his head. “No, you don't understand me, John. It's gotta be a completely original design, unlike anything else in New York. I want people to look at it and see something unique, not just another high-rise taking up space where there used to be a park. And I want it to be as environmentally friendly as possible.”

Environmentally friendly, you added to your notes.

Mr. DiStefano sat back and scratched at his chin. “Well, going back to the drawing board and starting over completely from scratch is going to cost you, Harrison. I mean I've already put a lot of time and effort into the original design…”

“I don't care how much it costs. I'll pay you triple your usual hourly rate, I just need a completely new, unique design by Monday morning. I have to get the new plans over to City Hall for approval before I leave for Taiwan Monday afternoon.”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “It'll require me to work through the weekend, but considering it's an emergency and it's for you, I'll do it.”

Harrison grinned. “Great. Let's get started then.”

You sighed to yourself. You'd been hoping that Harrison would like one of the other designs with just a few tweaks being made to make it part of his signature style, but to completely start the design process over?

It was going to be a long night.

“Walk me through step-by-step what happened when you arrived on scene,” Matt's voice said on the recording of his interview with Officer Stanton from earlier that day.

Officer Stanton had sighed. “The housekeeper answered the door and let us in, then led us to Senator and Mrs. Thompson’s bodies.”

“She was the one who discovered the victims, right?” Matt had listened to her original deposition that morning and already knew that she had arrived at the Thompson residence around 8 AM to start her workday only to discover Senator and Mrs. Thompson dead in the foyer, but he'd wanted to confirm it with Officer Stanton.

“Yeah.”

“Was anyone else at the residence?”

“No, but Mrs. Thompson’s sister arrived shortly thereafter.”

“Ah, yes, Ms…” Matt had paused to check his notes. “Stafford.”

“Yeah, that's right.”

“The Thompson’s deaths hadn't yet been made public and no next of kin had been contacted at the time, correct?”

“Right.”

 “So her reason for being there?”

“She said she had made plans with Mrs. Thompson to go shopping and to have lunch.”

“And she was the one who first mentioned that my client had argued with Mrs. Thompson the previous day?”

Officer Stanton had shifted in his seat. “Yeah.”

“Yet you testified in court that it was Ms. Davies who initially mentioned the argument.”

There was a rustle of clothing as Officer Stanton had shrugged. “I got mixed up. Ms. Stafford mentioned it to us then Ms. Davies confirmed it during questioning.”

“How did Ms. Davies know about the argument?”

“She overheard Mrs. Thompson telling Ms. Stafford about it during tea at the Thompson residence.”

“Did either one know what the argument was about?”

“No.”

“Had anyone else other than my client ever been considered a suspect?”

“I don't know, you'd have to ask Detective Fraser. He was the lead on the case, I was just the first officer on the scene.”

“I will. That's all the questions I have for you, thank you for your time.”

Matt turned off the recording and took out his earbuds. He needed to talk to Detective Fraser, but he was pretty sure the police had never looked beyond Conrad -- who was clearly innocent -- for suspects. 

He sighed. There wasn't anything else he could do on Conrad's case that night and he had already wrapped up his other tasks earlier in the day in anticipation of his scheduled dinner with you.

Matt had admittedly been disappointed when you had texted him to cancel and initially thought that maybe you had changed your mind about your arrangement, but had believed your explanation of having to work late, especially after you had offered to make it up to him.

He checked the time as his stomach rumbled. 11:34 PM. Shit, I should call it a night. Probably should eat something, too, since I skipped lunch.

There was a deli nearby that was open until midnight, so he gathered his belongings and headed out of the office, locking the door behind him.

He unfolded his cane and headed down the sidewalk, the smell of freshly-baked bread and sliced meat becoming stronger and more enticing the further he got down the street.

His brow furrowed as he picked up the sound of your voice. Your office was about a half a block from the deli and you had said that you'd had to work late, but Matt definitely hadn't expected you to be working this late.

“Goodnight, Mr. DiStefano,” you were saying. “See you in the morning.”

Matt frowned. He presumed that you would be walking home since cabs were scarce at this hour, but even with his efforts as Daredevil the streets weren't 100% safe. I should make sure she gets home okay.

He bypassed the deli and kept walking, reaching your office right as you were finishing locking up behind you.

You double-checked that the door was locked tight then turned towards him. “Matt?”

Matt said your name in what he hoped was a believably surprised tone. “Hi. Wow, are you just now getting off of work?”

“Yeah, design meetings always take forever, especially meetings with this particular client.” You paused. “What about you? Are you just now getting off too?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, I lost track of time working on this one particular case and totally skipped dinner, so I just left the office and was heading to Raoul’s to grab a sandwich to eat at home.”

“Oh, um, you passed it. It's about half a block back the way you came.”

Matt made a fake grimace. “Oh shit, did I? Damn, it's late and I'm tired, I must've miscounted the steps.”

“Want me to escort you there?”

“You don't mind?”

“Of course not.” You moved to stand next to him and offered him your arm. “Come on, it's right down here.”

Matt took your arm and allowed you to guide him back down the street to Raoul's. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem.” You slowed to a stop as the two of you reached the deli. “Here it is.”

Matt nodded. “Thanks again.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “Part of the service, remember?”

Matt grinned. “Right, right.”

“I'll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Matt bit his lip. “...Unless you don't mind waiting a few minutes for me to get my sandwich then letting me walk you home?”

He could feel you relax as you shook your head. “No, I don't mind. I'd actually really appreciate it.”

“Okay, great.”

The two of you headed inside and walked up to the counter. 

“Welcome to Raoul's, what can I get you folks?” the clerk said.

“Ah, yeah, can I get turkey and ham on a sub, hold the mustard?” Matt turned towards you. “Would you like anything?”

“Oh, no thank you,” you replied. “I had dinner at the office earlier.”

You were telling the truth, so Matt just nodded. “Okay. That'll be all, thanks.”

He paid for his sandwich then the two of you moved to the other end of the counter to wait for it.

“So do you work late often?” Matt asked.

“No, not really,” you answered. “And even when I do it's usually never this late. We just had a very important client insist on meeting tonight about an emergency redesign on a project my boss is doing for him and I had to be there to take notes.”

You paused briefly before continuing. “I shouldn't need to cancel dinner so last-minute again.”

Matt shook his head. “Honestly, it's fine. I might have to do the same on occasion.”

“Also, thank you for agreeing to reschedule. I was afraid you'd tell me to just forget the whole deal.”

Matt's brow furrowed. “Why would I do that?”

He heard the ruffle of your coat as you shrugged. “I dunno,” you hedged. “I thought that maybe you wouldn't believe that I was working late and that I was actually seeing another S&S client or something.”

The thought had never crossed Matt's mind, but now that you mentioned it... “ Do you have other clients?”

“No, you're my only one right now. But what about you? I know you said you're single, but you could still have a friend with benefits… with actual benefits.”

Matt shook his head. “No, there's no one in my life in that capacity right now either.”

He chewed on his lip as he thought for a moment. “How about for both our peace of mind we add an addendum to our contract? Something along the lines of ‘Neither party shall seek out or participate in other companionship or romantic entanglements while joined under the terms of this contract’.”

You let out a breath. “Agreed. I mean, since we're going to be letting people believe that we're legitimately dating it makes sense for both of us to be otherwise unattached.”

Matt nodded. “I'll write it up and we can sign it tomorrow before dinner. And now that I'm thinking about it, I probably should increase your monthly stipend since I'm preventing you from taking on other clients.”

You hesitated briefly before answering. “I appreciate that, but it's not necessary. You're already paying me more than enough as it is.”

“Are you sure? Because I don't mind increasing it.”

“I'm sure. But thanks for the offer.”

“Okay then.”

“Do you still want to meet at the restaurant? Or would you rather meet at your office to sign the addendum?”

“Restaurant is fine. It's just one extra clause so it's only one page.”

“Okay, that sounds good then.”

Your conversation halted as Matt's order was called. “You folks have a good night,” the deli clerk said as he handed Matt a plastic bag containing his sandwich. 

“Thanks, you too,” Matt replied.

“You as well,” you added before the two of you headed outside.

Matt unfolded his cane and took your elbow. “Alright, which way are we heading?”

You turned back towards your office. “This way.”

The two of you walked silently, each lost in your own thoughts.

“By the way --” Matt began.

“Hey, thank you again --” you started to say at the same time.

Matt chuckled. “You go first.”

You took a breath. “I was just gonna say thank you again for walking me home. I really do appreciate it.”

Matt nodded. “It's not a problem.”

“So what were you going to say?”

“Oh, just that Foggy and Karen want to meet you.”

“Oh, okay. That's not a problem, just let me know when and where.”

“I told them maybe in a couple of weeks once we see how things go.” Matt grinned. “I want us to be comfortable with each other before I subject you to the rest of Nelson, Murdock and Page for cross-examination.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “I'll be sure to prepare, counselor.”

Matt felt you slow down as you reached your apartment building. “Well, this is me. Thanks again for walking me home.”

Matt smiled and gave you a slight nod. “Usually I'm embarrassed when I accidentally pass up places I'm trying to get to, but tonight it worked out. I'm glad I ran into you.”

“Me too. Do you need directions back to your place?”

Matt shook his head. “Nah. I can use the GPS on my phone.”

“Okay.” You gave his arm a light squeeze. “I'll see you tomorrow evening then?”

Matt nodded. “See you tomorrow evening.”

He waited as you went inside your building then turned and headed towards home, his mind going back and forth from Conrad's case to Matt's contract with you. There was something he was definitely missing in order to definitively prove Conrad's innocence, but he couldn't quite figure out what.

He shook his head. He needed to eat, shower, and sleep. He'd work on proving Conrad's innocence and writing up the addendum to his and your contract tomorrow.

[somewhat-insane]

Kinda request? You can denial if you don't like.

Sun Wukong x Male!Reader

Just reader take control of everything and shower the king with love hc

Ooo~ Yes! I need more x Male!Reader things in the fandom. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to write gendered readers so I don't think there's actually any implication the reader is male but- just believe I had a Male!Reader in mind- (I hope I understood the request correctly-)

~Sun Wukong x Male!Reader ~

Tags: Ooc, fluff

!!Warnings!!: Wukong's my favorite character so I kinda lost control of this one a bit so just- manage your expectations, mentally ill monkey doesn't know how to be normal about emotions

Doesn't really know how to react at first when you scratch behind his ears and groom his fur and squish his cheeks

He's the monkey king after all! The Great Sage; Equal to heaven! He can't break just because someone treats him with "love" and "care" pfft... but also, don't stop

He's not used to people being so... forward with him in this way

Sure, he's used to MK's enthusiasm and even Mei's impulsive rage, but, aside from a hug here and there, he's not used to such blunt affection

Emotional rollercoaster

"Obviously you love me! I'm the monkey king! ... But also, why don't you hate me?"

He's pretty suspicious for a while but tries to hide it in front of the others

He'll drop passive-aggressive hints but won't be outwardly rude UNLESS you meet his energy in which case he will start being blunt and insult you to your face (though, at this point I'm like 90% sure he's trying to flirt but not even he knows. He just likes going back and forth with you; though he sometimes gets genuinely upset, especially if you mention his past or mental state. He'll sulk for a while but then he gets an idea for a good comeback and is back to his old self)

How and why you show him love will determine how quickly he gets vulnerable with you

If you're gentle with him and just genuinely want to show him love and care, then I'd give him anywhere between a week and a month

One day you do one loving thing too many and he snaps

Literally

You're just letting him lay his head on your shoulder while you play with his hair and suddenly he's snarling and baring his teeth demanding that you tell him what you're planning

"You must be planning something! Otherwise, why would you be doing all this nice stuff and act so affectionate?"

After arguing with him and trying to calm him down, he starts crying and, congrats! Now you have to comfort a crying, immortal, murder monkey who is clinging to you like you'll disappear

After that, I wouldn't say he fully believes you--he'll always be subconsciously waiting for you to betray him--but he does start seeking you out and letting you love on him (and now he returns the affection!)

On the other hand, if you just show him affection to tease him, it could take years for him to fully trust you

Kind of an enemies-to-lovers type thing except the enemy part is kind of one-sided (unless it's not and you hate him and I have to ask, why do you hate him he is literally the best boi-... that may or may not be a murderer but that's unrelated -3-)

He'll lay awake at night replaying times you've made him blush and he'll just be cursing at himself for all the weird feelings you make him feel

He'll go from "knowing you're just teasing and teasing back" to "believing you're teasing and wishes you weren't" to finally "GOd DAMNIT JUST KISS ME ALREADY YOU HANDSOME IDIOT"

Once you get over the trust hurdle, he'll definitely take advantage

Clingy (he could only hold back his inner monkey for so long and now he has to be touching you in some way, shape, or form every second of the day)

The moment you sit down he is in your lap and begging you for affection

Whines... all the time

"Nooooooooo, don't get out of bed, you haven't given me enough pats yet."

Won't let you leave until you give him a bunch of kisses

Uh-oh. Now he's cocky and will show off

It takes a while, but eventually, you have a clingy monkey who melts at your touch.

~

I'm sorry this took so long- As I stated earlier, Wukong's my favorite and I just- I could talk about him forever-

[melonsodypop]

*the anon who asked about kinks / cries happily in the corner* that was deliciously beautiful, thank you so much! ❤ Actually, if that's okay, maybe... yakuza men and... breeding kink? Tysm <3

EEEEEEEEE ANON YOU'RE WELCOME AND I'M SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT!! as for ur request ... u r once again speaking my language >:)

yakuza men with breeding kinks !

ꕥ pairing -  kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/afab!reader (all seperate)

ꕥ  tags -  nsfw, minors dni, bullet list headcanons, fem!gendered term used (mother/mama), br33ding/impregnation kink, penetrative s3x, unprotected s3x, multiple rounds/marathon s3x, dirty talk, creampie, mating press, aftercare, petnames (babe, slight angst/vague spoilers (majima), reader wears a skirt (daigo), degradation/rough s3x (ryuji)

ꕥ  a/n - i just realized that its a shame i can't write for ichiban yet (or any other chara from 6 onwards)!! i'm still in the process of playing 5 - i'll try to get to his games soon for all my ichiban likers out there <3 also i probably went a liiitle overboard w some of these,,

ꕥ kazuma kiryu 🐉

honestly, the thought of fathering his own children really never crossed his mind

between haruka, his kids at the orphanage and everything that seems to happen to him all the time, impregnating anybody is just not something he ever pictured himself doing

that is, until he started dating you

seeing how gentle you are with the morning glory kids, how supportive you are of haruka, the way your eyes light up and coo when you guys pass a baby on the streets - it makes kiryu's gut stir in a way that he's totally unfamiliar with

he's able to tamper down the thoughts for a while, but one day after he saw you cradling some random friend's baby in your arms, he just breaks

the second he gets you home he's on you, hardly making it past the entryway before he's needily kissing you up against the wall

usually he's so gentle with you, afraid of hurting you with his immeasurable strength - but right now, he's hungrily grabbing at you, his brow furrowed with the effort of holding back

kiryu can be a little hesitant about asking for what he wants in bed, but when you ask what in the world has gotten into him he looks into your eyes with such an intense fire behind his gaze that it leaves you breathless

"you look so good with a baby in your arms..."

ah, there it is. you've gotten good at picking up what he's feeling without him verbalizing much, so you don't need him to say anything else

he knows that he's absolutely ready to make you the mother of his kids, but he patiently waits until you explicitly tell him that you want him to impregnate you

it's at that moment that he's reaching behind your thighs to lift you up, a low groan leaving him as he rushes you to a bed

kisses and nips at your neck the entire way over, the shape of his arousal already becoming obvious in his grey slacks

his calloused palms knead at your tits, his jaw tightening as he imagines them swollen and dripping with milk - he didn’t even KNOW he could have thoughts like these

folds you in the tightest mating press, your legs slung over his broad shoulders and his forehead pressed into the pillow next to your own head

starts gentle but eventually loses himself at the thought of you round with a kid, his kid, rutting into you like a beast the more you beg and plead for him to fill you up

you swear he's trying to mold your insides to the shape of his cock with how firmly he's pressing down into you, his thick thighs flexing with every thrust he delivers

he thought he was gonna be able to stop after one round, but the way you keened when you felt him shoot ropes of his seed into your womb and the way it started to ooze out of you in globs when he pulls out... yeah, that's not happening

holds you so tightly in his arms once you're both finally satisfied that he's impregnated you, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings to you and feeling a little bad about how rough he was

"you did so good - you're gonna be such a good mother. i promise i'm going to do everything i can to provide for us"

ꕥ goro majima 🐍

pregnancy is... kind of a sensitive topic for him

your entire relationship, he's faithfully used condoms whenever you've had sex - even going so far as sending poor nishida to the convenience store to fetch him more if he runs out mid-lovemaking session

it'll take him a long time to admit it to you, but he's terrified of messing his kid up with his own issues or the commitment of being a present father on top of the things that have happened to him in the past

so it'd take you being his lover for a long time and a lot of serious conversations before he's willing to even breach the mere possibility of getting you pregnant

but when you finally agree to it, the moment he sinks into you raw from behind for the first time, feeling the warmth of your walls hugging his cock and your slick dripping down the length of it and down to his balls without that thin latex barrier... yeah, he's gone

he has to grit his teeth, his good eye screwing shut as he tries not to cum on the spot

which only gets worse when you start moaning and whining for him to start moving

"christ, babe - i'm trying not ta bust immediately, and those pretty noises yer making aren't helpin' a damn bit"

finally calms himself down enough to move, languidly rolling his hips and letting out ragged pants as he savors the feeling of your slick walls wrapped around him trying to milk him dry

with every thrust of his cock deep into you and every pretty whimper you let out, the image of his seed spilling out of you starts to rile him up even worse, his pace becoming hurried and rough

wraps your arms around your waist and leans down so his front is pressed to your back, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he starts to fuck you in earnest

loves the way you twitch and squirm in his grasp, feeling every ridge and vein of his length rubbing against your walls in a way you've never been able to feel before

peppers your neck and cheek with kisses when you plead for him to cum inside - "gonna fill ya up, mama, promise - breed ya 'til ya can't take anymore, gonna fill ya with my kids jus' like ya wanted"

reaches around your bodies to rub at your swollen clit, distantly remembering some dirty magazine that told him that pregnancies are more likely if both parties cum

talks you both through your climaxes until he can't hold on anymore, his entire body shuddering with the hardest orgasm he thinks he's ever experienced, his cock throbbing and pumping a thick load of his cum into your belly

as soon as post-nut clarity sets in, majima has one thought and that it's that he's never fucking you with a condom again if he can help it

in fact, he's just going to have to do it a few more times that night -just to make sure his seed really takes, y'know?

ꕥ taiga saejima 🐅

saejima grew up expecting to be a father, back in the days when he thought he was going to be an elementary school teacher - but after joining the yakuza, he let go of any expectation of being able to have a normal family

he never really breaches the subject of having kids with you, assuming there was an unspoken mutual agreement that you both just had too much going on to think about children

despite this, you can't help but notice how soft the big lug gets around children - his eyes soften at the sight of children walking hand-in-hand with their parents, the way he crouches down to talk softly to crying lost kids on the street, how gently he holds babies when they're handed to him

soon enough, your brain starts to form images of him being the father to your own kids, the thought of him putting a baby in your belly the only thing you can think about

he's laying you down on a bed to fuck you one day, and he feels his gut lurch when you reach down between you to tug the condom on his cock off and press the tip against your entrance

his eyes widen when you shyly ask him if he'd want to have kids with you, the blush on your cheeks and the feeling of his raw tip pressing into your slick folds making his length twitch and his head light

holds your face in his hands as he starts to process what you just said to him, almost wondering if he needs to get his ears checked - "yer serious? ya want my kids? yer not fuckin' with me, are ya?"

you start to backpedal, telling him that you definitely want kids, but you didn't want to pressure him into anything he wasn't ready for

that is, until you feel his large hands grip the back of your thighs and fold you in half, exposing your slick pussy to his eyes

he looks absolutely feral, his breaths shaky, brow furrowed, his pupils blown wide as he tries not to lose it right then and there

"say it again. say you want me to breed this greedy pussy 'til it's pregnant"

as soon as you say yes, he buries himself in your pussy in one thrust, drawing out a pitchy whine from you as you feel his absurdly large dick all the way in your lungs, his tip kissing your cervix

keeps you pinned in a mating press as he brutally fucks you over and over again, his animalistic grunts and groans mixing with the sound of his balls heavy with seed slap against your ass

barely pauses after his first orgasm, his hips stuttering as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into your waiting womb with a throaty growl, before he's stirring his hips again

he can't stop himself, his brain muddled with the need to breed and see your tits swell with milk and your stomach grow taut and round

luckily, you're just as willing as he is, prettily pleading for him not to stop and keep feeding your greedy pussy his seed - and he happily obliges, fucking you again and again until you've milked every drop he has to give

you won't be able to walk the next day, or honestly a few days after that - but saejima carries you everywhere around your apartment, taking care of every one of your needs with an affectionate gleam in his eyes and his large hand protectively caressing your belly

mutters "gonna look so beautiful with a kid in ya, sweetheart" as he kisses the top of your head, a stark contrast to how brutally he railed you the night before

ꕥ shun akiyama 💵

yet another dude who never really expected to be a father, nor really thought that he wanted to be

it's not that he doesn't love you, and he's surely financially stable enough to support a kid or two - but man, he can barely take care of himself without being hounded to by somebody else, how could he ever hope to be responsible for raising a whole other human?

between his ex-fiancée dumping him and being homeless for as long as he was, any inkling he ever had of starting a family has just been kinda. erased

he uses protection pretty much any time the two of you have sex, and even when he's run out of condoms and you're both too desperate to pause and run to the nearest convenience store, his pullout game is immaculate, opting to just paint your stomach or ass with his cum

ever perceptive, he can't help but notice the slight disappointment on your face every time he pulls out - and as someone who loves to tease you and find new ways to rile you up, a devious little idea forms in his head for the next time he takes you to bed

he's thrusting up into you while you're in his lap, waiting for the perfect moment between your needy mewls and airy moans to strike

he leans into your ear and whispers lowly, "squeezin' on me so tightly, sweetheart - m'gonna have no choice fill you up if you keep clenching like that"

the rush of satisfaction he gets when he feels your walls tighten around his length and your eyes widen... oh god, he wishes he could do that for the first time over and over again

there's no actual risk of a pregnancy right now, a condom wrapped firmly around his length - but just his words are enough to make your face flush red and whine in embarrassment

he laughs as he cradles the back of your head, his suspicions confirmed - "so you do have a little breeding kink, huh? how cute"

he continues to weaponize it every time he fucks you, taunting you with promises of cumming inside and calling you 'mama' and reveling in the way it makes you whimper and whine

he notices that your whines and pleads for him to fill you up are starting to make him throb too, but he ignores it, the dirty talk only play when he has a condom on

that is, until he runs out of them one day, about to bury himself into you when he hurriedly opens the box and finds it empty, both of you too riled up to stop and go buy more

he thinks he'll be okay fucking you raw, telling himself he'll just pull out like he always does - until he hears your mewls, breathily asking him to fill you up with his seed

between the tears pooling in your eyes, the throb of his cock in response to it, and your pretty begs... ah, fuck it, akiyama thinks as he starts to pump his hips a little faster.

so what if he knocks you up? it's not like he doesn't have the money to give both you and his kid whatever you would want, anyways

plus, it's worth it just to see the blissed-out look on his lover's face after you orgasm together, finally satisfied with the feeling of his warm cum dripping out of your pussy

ꕥ akira nishikiyama 🎏

nishiki's solid in the fact that he's too young to be a dad, wanting to enjoy the freedom of being in his early 20s for a lot longer before he even thinks about fathering any kids

he thinks he much prefers his cum painted somewhere else on your body, marking you as his

but, alas, nishiki is young and dumb and a risktaker, so sometimes he's too worked up to go scramble for a condom before he fucks you and just takes you raw

he's good at pulling out, usually, but god, sometimes your slick pussy just clenches around him so deliciously that the primal part of his brain just wants to spill inside of you

the mere threads of his restraint snap, however, as soon as you respond to his question of where you want his cum with "inside, please"

did he hear you right? inside? god, you had never asked that before, and his hips stutter as his entire body reacts to your mewled plea like your pussy's electrocuting him

"baby, we can't-" he cuts himself off with a gasped moan, the way his cock throbs inside of you and his mind forcing images of your pussy leaking his cum into the edges of his vision testing his shaky resolve

buries his face in your shoulder as his balls draw up, the desire to cum bubbling up in his gut and his abs flexing with the effort of holding himself back

and yet, the images don't stop - your belly growing round, tits swelling with milk, everyone knowing it was him - only him that did that to you

every new thought stokes the possessive fire in him, his bottom lip trembling as he fights himself

what finally does him in is you looking over your shoulder, meeting his wet eyes with your own, pouting so cutely that nishiki thinks he could cry

"nishiki, why'd you stop?" you whimper, your voice so breathy and thick with need that all logic gets thrown out of his head

far be it from nishiki not to give you anything you want - if you want his cum in you, marking your pussy as his and his only, he's more than happy to oblige

you gasp as he starts to thrust into you again, a little faster and harder than he did before, a frustrated growl coming up from his throat as he starts to rub harsh circles onto your clit

"i'll fill you up, babe - gonna mark you as mine, everyone's gonna know that you're mine, yeah?"

his filthy words become nearly incoherent and his hips stutter as he gets closer to cumming, your sopping wet pussy milking him for all he's worth

he'll probably curse himself later if you actually end up knocked up with his baby - but for now, as he takes in the sight of your abused pussy, covered in his cum, he can't bring himself to care, pushing down on your back so it arches and he can enter you from behind again

he'll figure it out later, how to support you and a kid - but for now, he's starting to move inside you again, losing himself in the sounds of his hips slamming against your ass and your incessant moans

ꕥ daigo dojima ⚔️

ever since he was a kid, daigo's been hounded by people telling him that one day, he's going to continue the dojima bloodline, producing an heir with some pretty wife like every dojima before him

for a long time, he honestly resented the responsibility of continuing his father's shitty legacy being thrust onto him

finding somebody to marry and impregnate fell even further down his to-do list when he became chairman - there was just too much to take care of and too many mouths to feed in the tojo clan to even think about adding another in his home

but when you came along, a source of unconditional love and support that saw him as just daigo, not the sixth chairman or even a dojima, well... maybe a kid or two wouldn't be such a bad idea

ever the serious one, daigo's the one to bring up the idea of kids in your relationship first over dinner

he's honestly a little afraid of how you're going to react, but he's determined to accept your answer either way

he's delighted when you tell him that yes, you would want to have kids with him, a soft smile on his lips - he can't help but feel a rush of affection with the affirmation that you wanted to spend the future with him

daigo returns to his meal, satisfied with the progress made - but it's the next thing you say that makes him choke on the steak in his mouth

"so, do you want to get started?"

he sputters and coughs, hastily reaching for a napkin to wipe his lips with

you both were pretty good at communicating directly, it was what made your relationship so strong - but never had you been this blunt

he finally finishes coughing, looking across the table at you. "i beg your pardon?"

"i said, do you want to start trying for a baby," you state, your expression just as determined as before

daigo's not sure if it's how direct you are with your desires or the thought of impregnating you that makes his pants get tight, but either way he abandons his dinner to round the table and crash his lips onto yours

you end up with your front pressed against the nearest wall as daigo slams into you from behind, one hand firmly grasping your hip and the other possessively grasping your breast

both of your half-eaten dinners are forgotten about as the sound of skin smacking against skin fills the dining room

you both were too impatient to even undress properly - his pants are barely unzipped and your skirt is hastily pushed up over your hips, your panties haphazardly moved to the side

he's so worked up, the even-tempered man unable form any coherent thoughts other than making you bear his heirs

"s-shit - gonna cum in this pussy," he pants in your ear, his hand pressing down on your lower stomach and making you feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you. "gonna fill you with my babies, darling-"

after he's made an absolute mess out of both of you, his release stuffed into your pussy and his pants stained with your slick, he snaps your panties back in place so his seed stays inside and guides you back to your seat at the dinner table to finish your meal

"eat up, my dear - you're gonna need the strength," he chuckles, "i'm not done with you yet. not even close"

ꕥ ryuji goda 🐲

ryuji's never really bothered with condoms when it comes to sex with you

sure, he'll pull out if you ask him to, but if he cums inside, he's not even really worried about it

so what if he knocks you up? he has the resources to take care of both you and the little brat, no problem

he plans to be a present dad, too - he may be an asshole, but he knows what it feels like to have a parent abandon you and he'll never be able to call himself a real man if he ever makes his own flesh and blood feel that way

if you ever ask him to cum inside or tell him directly to get you pregnant, his eyes are gonna gleam with a feral hunger and that scar on his lips is gonna twist as he smirks widely

"what a needy ass slut, beggin' for my cum like a bitch in heat," he drawls, palming your tits and pinching your nipples to draw a cry out of you. "ya want my fuckin' kid? i'll give it to ya, doll - i'll give ya as many kids as you fuckin' want"

be prepared for his already rough thrusts to become even more pointed and sharp, the base instinct to breed you making his movements and his noises downright animalistic

his thick arms wrap around your midsection tightly, not letting you move an inch as he fucks you like a fleshlight

ryuji's not shy about letting you know how good fucking you raw feels, either, letting his growls and ragged pants out right next to your ear

one of his large hands grasps your chin and forces you to look at him, his lips hungrily claiming yours as he continues to piston his cock into your wet warmth

he loves the sounds of your pathetic moaning to muffle them for long, parting from you and feeling his balls draw up when he sees just how fucked out you look

"c'mon, doll, d'ya even want my baby?" he sneers, finding your drooling, glassy-eyed expression so hot that you can feel his cock jump inside you. "beg for it, beg for me to knock ya up"

growls out an "that's it, mama" when he's finally satisfied that you really, really do want his seed in your womb, thrusting his cock deeper and harder and surely bruising your cervix

ryuji finally bottoms out in you in a harsh, final thrust that has you squirting all over his length, his sweaty face twisting in a smirk as he pumps rope after rope of his release directly into your womb

when ryuji cums, he cums a lot - you swear that he holds you in place for damn near five minutes as his heavy balls continue to contract and ejaculate their contents into your pussy

"hah - i'll be damned if yer not pregnant after that," ryuji chuckles - he's always been proud of the amount of cum he's able to pump out

an arm wraps around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest as he lays back on the bed. his free hand comes up to rub your belly possessively, his cock still plugged in you so none of his seed escapes

"but if yer not... well, i was plannin' on fuckin' this slutty pussy some more anyways"

[doudouneverte]

Back to Home | Chapter five : Discovery

Pairing this chap: Wanda Maximoff x teen!reader; Avenger(variants)

Summary: Dr.Strange has a plan and Dr.Cho make big discoveries

Tag list: @darkstar225 @g-athenaathens @filmedbyharkness @nylevea @eletricheart @reginassweetheart @jono723 @lizlil

Chapter Four | Serie Masterlist | Chapter Six

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[Earth 717]

Silence was drowning out the entire complex. Wanda and Natasha didn't leave your bedroom; they spent almost all their time crying. Your aunts were not better. Kate tried to keep the team together while Yelena was pacing on the rooftop.

All the avengers were deadly silent. The only noises that could be heard came from Morgan's lab, where she was trying everything and checking the same data for god knows how long. After your moms and America came back, it was like time had stopped.

Tony was about to see his daughter when a portal in a wall caught his attention. Doctor Strange was finally back, and with him a little hope. It didn't take more than five to gather everyone in the meeting room, where Peter and America explained everything to the sorcerer.

Strange always told you to be careful around people who manipulate the time, and of course, usually, he would be a little angry that you took a big risk like that, but not today.

"How can I help you?" He asked.

"Actually, we don't know. We tried everything, but nothing seemed to work." America said.

The magician was intensely thinking before something came to his mind. "I think I have an idea. I can't promise that it will work, and if so, I don't know if it will help, but at least we will know if something bad happens to little Maximoff." Now every gaze was on him, wating for his idea. "But first we need to go somewhere else." He finished his sentence before opening a portal to Kamar-Taj.

The heroes were following him, a little unsure of what was on his mind. Once they reached a spacious place, he sat down.

"I'll need America, Wanda, and maybe Peter and little Stark." He said while he crossed his legs and waited for them to sit with him. Once everyone was ready, he started to explain his plan. "So, we know how much Y/n is usually connected with Wanda, and we also know that she's not in this universe anymore, which is why I need you," he said, referring to America.

"And why us?" Peter asked.

"You were among the last ones who were the Y/n when she disappeared, so you still have a fresh memory of her. I'll use my power to mentally teleport us back to the accident, and then with Wanda and Y/n's connection and America, we should be able to track her more efficaciously in the multiverse."

Everyone held their breath while a mix of orange and green auras started to cover the group. The memory of the incident started to play in front of everyone. They all looked at that until the moment. You were approaching Khrono after he pinned America against a wall. You lifted your knife, and when you were about to throw it, everything froze.

"Strange, something is wrong with America." Natasha said.

The brunette had her eyes totally shining, but not like when she used her power; it was different. It felt like she didn't control what she was doing. Wanda tried to reach her, but she could not do anything. The younger woman collapsed on the ground.

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[Earth 616]

Fury was leaving your room before seeing Maria Hill and Dr. Cho.

"Sir, you made two big discoveries; you need to see that." The doctor said and gave him an iPad while they made their way to his office.

"What is this?" The man asked.

"Scarlet's genetic code." Maria said while they entered the room. "Don't you see something strange?" she asked before showing the same thing on a big screen.

In front of the man's blank face, Cho started to talk. "I analyzed her DNA like you asked. I found two interesting things in her DNA. First the most obvious one," she typed on some bouton on the tablet, and two other genetics were now surrounding yours, "her DNA is the exact same as Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. It's like…"

"It's like she's their biological mother." Fury said, and Maria nodded.

"But's that not the only weird thing; look at this," the doctor said before showing the genetic code of every Avenger. "Don't you see something different?" she asked him, and when he shook his head, she started again. "I don't know how to say that, it should be impossible, but there is no trace of any male DNA in hers."

"What do you mean?" the man asked, visibly curious and surprised.

"Usally, when two people decide to have a kid, there should be some trace of both genders DNA in their kid's DNA, whatever the gender." Maria said this time. "Even when a couple decides to go through IVF. But she doesn't. At first, we thought that her dad was someone who wasn't registered in the SHIELD or SWORD data base, but even if we compare with the international data bank, we have no match."

"It doesn't look special like that, but it's impossible even for us or any organization to do something like that. So we exclude Hydra and the Red Room from the list of potential places that she's from." Cho said.

"For a moment, we thought that she might be from another planet, but according to the data that Carol Danvers sent us, there is only one type of alien who can reproduce like that, but their DNA is closer to snail than human." Maria explained.

Fury was staring at the screen, totally unsure of what to say.

"Oh, and before we leave, I need to show you that." The doctor changed the screen. "This is a scan of Scarlet's power; at first, it's okay, but if we look closely, we can see some inconsistent gaps in her energy."

"Which means?" Maria asked this time.

"Two option. Option one, and maybe the most accurate, is that she's losing control over her power, which can explain why she almost kills Sam and the others while she seems totally non-aggressive toward them. And two, even if it's maybe the most crazy one, is that she may be slowly losing her power. The spider boy told me that he saw her falling from the sky just after a red aura around her disappeared." The doctor explained.

"Well, that's more than I imagined. Don't let anyone know about that. Not yet." Fury said, and the two women nodded before leaving the room.

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Peter was on his phone while a portal opened in his apartment. "Hey, America. What are you doing here?" He asked the young brunette.

"Peter, I think I just found something weird." She replied. "I was curious, so I traveled through the multiverse to find this girl; you know, to try to learn more about her. But there is my probleme I--" She couldn't finish before feeling a big headache.

"America!" Peter caught her before her body hit the floor. "Hey, America, wake up! What should I do? I can't go to see the avenger; I can't—Strange, I need to call Doctor Strange." He picked up America's body and gently laid her on his couch before grabbing his phone.

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You were staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what happened, before you heard the door open again. This time, you sat up immediately and stared at the woman in front of you.

"I bet you didn't see that coming, right?" Wanda said before taking a chair and sitting in front of your bed. She stayed like that, saying nothing, just analizing you. "They didn't lie when they said you looked like me and Natasha."

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I can ask you the same question." She shrugged. When you didn't talk, she said. "Actually, I saw your fight; you're pretty good, even if you still have some things to learn."

"What do you want?"

"Me, nothing. But you, what do you want, Scarlet?" She smirked. "That's a pretty good name, no? I love scarlet; it's the same color as our power. And even more crazy, it's sound like Scarlet Witch." Her expression suddenly became more dark, and she stared at you. "Now come on, tell me, who are you, Scarlet?"

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 1: unmotivated (Part 1)

Bridgewood

A warm breeze is blowing over the city this morning. It has been a little colder than usual over the last few days. This was probably partly because spring was coming to an end. Now summer has finally arrived and it is no longer permanently cold in the trailer. "Meow?"

("Forget it, you won't get any of it. Instructions from your mom. Oh man, why did that thing have to appear in front of our house of all places? I didn't have a chance to say no. As soon as anything with four paws stands in front of her, my opinion is superfluous. I hope she's feeling well today. it's been over half a year now and she's still struggling with it…").

“Meeoow!”. ("My God, that's good, here you go … But don't tell her anything, OK? I'm still wondering how she came up with the name Gumball… Probably because he's overweight. But it's not from eating too much, some kind of metabolic disorder, she said. By now she knows her way around really well, but… Shit, I wish she hadn't larded so much at university").

("She actually wanted to make it, but studying was more difficult than she had expected. It was actually her dream, but it fell through. And then we realized that Anne Arbor wasn't for us. They provided us with the houses, but the social atmosphere there was simply poisonous. Fortunately, the others came here with us).

("And now we've been here for a few weeks, in Bridgewood. It's a relatively quiet area with lots of greenery. The people here are okay. We haven't made any new friends here yet. But luckily the old ones have stayed with us. I've got the hang of the waffles by now, And I've got two days off now, Monday it's back to the machines").

("The waffles are ready and Lis? Hn…She likes to sleep in late, hates being woken up too early. She quickly got used to being at home. At home… We had imagined it differently, but this trailer was simply the best thing for us to start with. Her mother had offered to let us stay with her in the house for the first few months… But neither she nor I wanted to do that.") / ”I know that you don't sleep anymore..“.

Lisa looked at him just one eye. It was true, she had been awake for a while, woken by the sweet smell of freshly baked waffles. Then she stretched the sleep from her body and slowly sat up. “You could have stayed in bed a little longer, VJ…"/ ‘I can't if the hangover is making a fuss and wants to go out’.

She looked at him briefly and had to smile a little. “You should know him a bit by now. He goes outside every morning, catches something and then brings it in"/ ”I guess he didn't catch anything this time. Would you like to visit your parents today?” She shook her head. “hh, o.k."/ ‘Come back to bed, huh?’. He tilted his head slightly and smiled with just one corner of his mouth. “And the waffles?"/ ”Can wait.”

VJ looked back for a moment and glanced into the living room. The cat had just curled up on the floor, which gave him the certain feeling that he would certainly not touch the plate of waffles on the counter. He was too well behaved for that. He just begged tirelessly until he got something. “hh, you make me so weak, Lis"/ ”I know…” …

One of the basic human needs is to procreate. But VJ and Lisa were far from thinking about planning a family. They have always been too cautious for that. After finishing school and arriving in their new home, they made sure they had enough condoms in the house. For them, sex was still the greatest pleasure they could have.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica Please let me know if it's still okay to be tagged. :)

NOTE: Now Here we have the beginning of the sequel to Sunset Died. Let's say it takes place one to one and a half years later. The young people have grown up, have started their vocational training... Only Lisa hasn't really got herself together yet.

NOTE 2: When taking screenshots with GShade, I have to be careful that the stupid name tags aren't visible on the Sims^^^^. Unfortunately, I didn't notice it until too late. It will happen again in the next part, but from this point on I made sure to first take the mouse off the Sims and then take a picture. 😂😁

[yuyu1024]

Two friends with Benefit

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arranged marriage, cheating

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 poly, smut, cursing, pet names, jealousy, smut/angst, kink/fetish, fingering, unprotected sex [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine. (All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

It has been more than a year since you moved in to your new apartment. Work has been so hectic for you that going back from work and your house, with your parents, every damn day is too much to handle. Sleep is very important for you. If you can't sleep, you can't focus on work. And if you can focus o work, your boss will probably yell at you and shame you in front of everybody. Nobody wants that. You need this job. You need the paycheck and that money can't give you the space you need. Everything is so damn expensive these days.

And that's why, you are incredibly lucky that your two best friends from college offered their extra room for you.

Yunho and Mingi are both working at the same tech company that is in the area. Their work pays well thats why they can afford the nice and spacious apartment they have now.

The room they gave you was their gaming room. Its spacious enough for you and your needs so you can't complain about it. It's free! Actually everything is sort of free to you. They didn't asked you to pay or share besides your part of the rental. Which makes you question how much they earn by typing things in their computers.

But besides that, the two towers are not just your roommates. Besides being your bestfriends, these two have been your fuck bodies for awhile now. It started from a small bet while all three of you are tipsy and now it flourished to this amazing trio that you thought will never work but It did... and its still going.

"Babe!" Mingi is across the street from where you at, waving. He's smiling and jumping. He can't wait to cross the street. Yunho is standing beside him, laughing at him.

When the signal says Okay to cross, Mingi runs and immidiately hugs you. "Y/n, you're back!"

You've been away for a week because of a work thing and this has been the longest you three have been separated.

"Yeaaah, glad to be back. I miss my bed..." You pout

"Just the bed?" Yunho tugs the strand of hair that's been bothering you.

"Of course I missed you two! My roommate for the trip is a handful... she's so talkative and does not respect my personal space. I CAN'T!" you say, rolling your eyes.

"Guess you prefer us being noisy than her..." Mingi says

"Of course..." You wrap your hands around his arm and lean your head.

"You look tired... so let's get home and eat something good to make you feel better." Yunho takes your luggage and carries it for you.

"Thank, Yunho."

When you guys arrive at the apartment, the first thing you did is lay down on the huge as sofa that you call your second bed. This is is where you usually fall asleep after a night out or an extreme overtime at work.

"I miss this!" You hug the pillows like you've been gone for a year.

"Yah!" Yunho comes over and playfully pulls your leg so you get closer to him and slaps your butt "Don't be such a tease this... we should eat first... like proper food before we can play."

You giggle as you see how Yunho's eyes are gazing on you. "Did you missed me that much?"

"you have no idea." he crawls over you until he reaches you, close enough that both of you lips almost touchs.

You bit your lip gently, teasing him even more. "You can show me later..." you whisper

"Oh, you bet I will." Yunho leans more and finally kisses you. The kiss is soft and yet tender that it pulls you in wanting more.

"Seriously? No one is going to help me prepare dinner?" Mingi calls you guys out

Laughing, "Okay, okay! I will get up and help you!" Yunho plants a small kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

"You! Yunho! You're taking advantage of me being busy here in the kitchen...why did you start making out with y/n?"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it. I missed her." Yunho takes an apron and puts it in.

"I too, missed her. I've been dreaming about having sex with her for days now... but we need to cook first!" Mingi pouts

"Aww! Mingi!" You get up and walk towards the kitchen to hug your baby giant. "Don't pout... I am back... we can make your dreams come true."

Hearing that made Mingi happy. He can't hide the smile on his face. "I promise to make you feel good. To fill you up." He leans down to kiss you, placing his hand behind your neck.

You start to moan as he continues to kiss you, then suddenly you felt hands moving from behind you. "Maybe... we should just skip dinner or order in for later?" Yunho breathes as his hands skims over your breast.

"Ah! Yunho!" You cry, leaning your head back to his chest. He's fingers circling over your hard tips. "S-shit! That's so good!"

"Baby, you sound so heavenly." Mingi goes down on his knees, kissing your exposed stomach as she starts to unbutton your jeans.

"Your breast is so plump." Yunho kisses you hard as he massages your boobs. "It's perfect... that... it fits our hands..." he says in between kisses.

"Ahh!" You raise your hand to grab onto Yunho as you feel the cooling sensation down there. Mingi removed your pants so easily.

"I've been craving this for a week now." Mingi snarls as he puts his face between your legs. "I want to eat now... can I go ahead?" He asks Yunho

"Go ahead... I'll make her busy up here..." Yunho changes his position have more access to yout breast. "Tell us to stop okay? If it's too much..."

"I... will..uhhh..." you try to answer but your knees weakens as you felt Mingi's tongue lick you up. "G-God!"

Smirking, Yunho unclasps your bra, freeing your plumps breast. He grabs one to massage while the other one he starts to lick using his tongue.

"Fuck!" You grab onto the counter for support. These guys are really making up for the whole damn week you've been gone. They are sucking the life out of you.

"W-wait..." you tap both of them. They stop and looks at you. "Let me... breathe..."

"Are we being too much?" Yunho kisses the back of your hand. "Do you want us to continue this on bed?"

"I can't wait to go to bed. Just fuck me on the sofa." You pull both of them with you. "Sit."

The two of them follows. They both stare at you, as you strip the rest of your clothes in front of them.

"Damn." Mingi bites his lips as he watches you. "You're so sexy!"

"Am I?" After throwing away the last clothing, you get closer to Mingi, spread your legs and sat on his lap. "Since, you are the first one to talk... you can fuck me first."

"Yes!" Mingi lowers down his jogger bands along with his boxers. The tip of his cock shows and the sight already makes you wet. "Come to Daddy little kitten!"

He gently puts himself in your core. He's to long and thick that you can already feel the thightness.

"Baby," you cry as you look at Yunho, sitting beside you two, watching. "Fuck!" You gasp as Mingi begins thrusting. "Kiss me..." You ask Yunho

He takes his top off, lowers his pants and moves closer to kiss you as he strokes himself.

"Y/n!" Mingi cries as you start to move your hips together with him in rythm. "You're so... tight!" He growls. "S-so good!"

Yunho backs away from kissing you and then moves to the next person. "You're so noisy. Making me jealous that you're fucking her first." Yunho goes in and kisses Mingi.

The other boy is so naughty, that he bit Yunho's lip lightly. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick so you can fuck her next while I fuck you behind."

[thithesandofferings]

Duel Master

Title: Duel Masters

Pairing: Seto Kaiba x Joey Wheeler

Synopsis: Kaiba is simply tired of hearing a dog barking

Tags: 18+ MDNI. Degradation. Dubcon(??)(Joey likes it but sucks at saying it) Petplay. BDSM. Praise. Semi-Public. Choking. Grinding. Obsession. Sex lol. Kaiba gets called Master like-once. Kaiba also refers to Joey as everything but his first name.

A/N: I've had this fic in the drafts for like a year...s. I recently found it and made the conscious decision that more filth needed to be out there with the two love birds. I barely edited this so like- beware lol. Also want to give a shoutout to @alectoperdita for making me obsess over those two. Also thank you @forgetbeam for the dividers!

It's the same scenario every time between them. Every. Single. Time. Kaiba could almost time it. He does think about timing it, but the thought gets shoved away because that feels like victory- and not his.  When they duel, the bickering starts and never stops. At least until one of them is defeated. Usually Wheeler. Saying that would get the blonde's annoying mouth running again. Kaiba was already forming a headache just from his constant jabs while they sat in the waiting room. They're older now, you'd think this would be over now.

“I was just outta practice, I could beat you anytime Kaiba”

“That was just beginners luck anyways- it's not like i've been playing everyday unlike you”

“Listen here shitty Kaiba, we can fight here and now and I promise i'll beatcha this time- i swear it”

“Oh so you're just as stuck up as when we were teens huh? Can't even talk to a lowlife like me hah!? What, you think I'm some kind of nobody!? You think-”

“ What I think, Wheeler, is that you are completely incapable of closing your disgusting muzzle. I am finished hearing your incessant yapping.”

There’s stunned silence for a few blissful seconds and Kaiba nearly groans at the stuttering that begins to fall out of the blonde's mouth. He doesn't look much different since the last time that he’s seen him. His stupid hair is just a tad shorter and it seems that he carries a little bit more muscle than he used to. 

He tries not to focus on that thought. 

Or the thoughts of once and for all, shutting Wheeler up himself. Kaiba very well knows that he is capable of getting that perpetually loud mouth to believe in silence- even if it's for a few blissful seconds. Kaiba goes out of his way to be meaner to Joey than anyone he’s ever encountered. He’s not sure he’s ever spoken to someone so degradingly, no matter if that's what everyone expects from the foul-mouthed CEO. 

But something about Joey Wheeler is different. 

Despite the cold harsh words, he’s seen Wheeler react to them. Hates to mention in his mind that he may have obsessed over every quirk after every insult spilled. Noticed how the loud mouth's chest would hitch at dog comments. Sweat -dropping when Kaiba would tell him to get on his knees and beg. Could see the indecision for just a few seconds like he wanted to do it, like he-.

Knows how much he himself would enjoy putting the mutt in his place. 

“Why don't you make me, asshole?” Kaiba almost didn't catch his words.Too busy thinking about finally putting Wheeler in his place makes his words jarring to hear.  Not only were they across the room, but Wheeler had whispered them. As if he didnt want Kaiba to actually catch what he had said. 

“Fine.” Kaiba says without thinking. “They say old dogs dont learn new tricks, but I think you can make an exception right Wheeler?” He drags the last of the words out in a deep hum before he lifts up from the chair and toward the now shaking blonde. 

“Wait now hold on Kaiba- dude wait-” Joey head begins to search around the room as if looking for help and only just barely clenching his teeth in a curse when he realizes they are indeed alone. Holding both his hands out defensively as if that's going to save him from the wrath of the CEO. 

Does he even know that he’s being caged into a wall? Maybe he is a little stupid, but Kaiba has found that bit to be surprisingly endearing. Maybe stray dogs need extra care. A quick glance at his watch settles the matter that he- does in fact, have the time to train. . 

“I thought you wanted me to shut you up Wheeler. You asked for this. Now,” He brings up both his hands right next to the blonde's head, completely capturing him in. Leaning close enough to his ear, huffing a breath only to watch the other jump back and shake a little. 

Mmmm this might be time well spent after all.

“Are you able to be a good boy and shut that cute little mouth of yours?”  Kaiba is not in the habit of praising but no amount of money in the world could give him the rush of feeling as it did when Joey-( headstrong, back talking, bratty to a fault, )Wheeler drops his shoulders and whimpers.

Kaiba hummed, brushing his fingers along the edge of the man's jaw, smirking at another heated shiver that followed. “That all it took, Dog? After all that yapping and you show your belly before I can even properly punish you. You’re kind of a slut aren't you Wheeler? You’ve wanted this all along hm?”

Joey sputters at the full audacity of the CEO. He cant even fathom the words coming out of Kaibas mouth-

“Look ion know who you think you are but-” He’s blatantly interrupted when Kaiba tilts his chin and presses his lips to Joeys’, demanding entrance. 

The blonde isn't budging though, making sure his protests were heard throughout the muffling of his lips. He’s trying to push him off, ignoring the passing thought of how strong Kaiba is. How he can feel the muscle clenching and not budging as Joey pushes. The brunette wasn't giving up either, kicking Joey's legs apart to push his right thigh against Joey's (embarrassingly) already hardening length. Taking his empty hand on the wall and holding Joey's hips as he rocks him back and forth on his clothed thigh. 

Joey stuttered out a gasp, grappling his hands on broad shoulders as his hips are moved with force. Kaiba took the initiative to intertwine his tongue with the distracted Joey.  Licking inside his mouth, tasting all that he could. A sultry groan catches at Kaibas throat when he grabs the blondes opening Wheeler's jaw wider, tilting it to taste him even deeper. 

God he wanted to devour this man.

It doesn't help that the more he kisses the blonde, the louder he gets. 

And that just won't do. 

Kaiba backs his head away, letting the blonde almost chase after him. And continues to hold his jaw, forcing whatever Wheeler says to come out like muffled grunts. 

“You’re barking too loud, Wheeler, you want everyone to hear those slutty little noises you’re making?” Kaiba grins becomes almost maniacal when he feels the blonde's dick jump on his lap at the thought.

“I know how it is Wheeler, you’re just a whiny little puppy that wants attention don't you? Hm? You want everyone to come in and see you begging for my dick? I’m sure you've wanted that for a long time, wanting all your friends to see you on all fours begging. Thats ok,  Wheeler- I'll think about giving you what you ask, for if you bark loud enough.” The more Kaiba speaks, the redder and choked up the blonde gets. Hiccuping and trying to say something. The last part has him nearly wilting when the CEO grips his cheeks a little harder and shakes his head back and forth, cooing at him as if he’s a beloved dog. 

Doesn't matter if Kaiba is drooling for this as much as Joey is.

“It’s sad that I didn’t bring that gag along to get you to shut up, but my fingers will have to do for now. Get them wet pup” Joey chortles and tries to say something witty, but the cold look and the drag of his cock against Kaiba's thigh is enough for him to reluctantly open wide. 

He looks pretty like this. Kaiba thinks as Joey takes in two long digits. He immediately shoves them to the back of the blonde's throat making him gag and sputter indignant, tears brushing his pleading blue eyes as he looks up to Kaiba. The CEO can't help but grin when he  grabs the pup's hips again, pressing down harder and rocking him in slow measured thrust against his thigh. Never taking his eyes off of him, giving little to the imagination of what it would feel like if Joey was under him. And he will be, if Kaiba has anything to say about it. 

Joey was practically drooling all over his fingers,his tongue licking up and down and its so wet- dripping from his chin along his chest. Fuck he looks good like this. Eyes peering blurrily up and blinking slowly. A show of unmatched devotion.  The blondes moans were absolutely driving him batshit insane. He’s going to be seeing those eyes in his dreams for weeks. Its so uncharacteristic of Joey's general personality that it has the brunettes cock absolutely leaking. How embarrassing. 

Kaiba thinks that they have had clothes on long enough. 

He takes his three fingers out with a slick sound that makes Kaiba grin and Wheeler blush even out past his neck. The thought passes of how he still has any blood left in his face when his dick was straining so hard in his pants. They looked quite uncomfortable. Good thing Kaiba took good care of his things. 

“Lay down” He gestures to the couch. A defiant look flashes through Joey's face and Kaiba sighs before he grabs the blonde by the nape of his hair and shoves him to his knees. Pushing him halfway on the couch, face pressing into the cushions while his knees scraped the floor. 

“I don't like when mutts don't listen. You do as I say because that's what you wanted right?” Joey stays silent, but that doesnt give Kaiba the satisfaction he needs. so he yanks him back up, shuddering a tad when he hears a desperate moan fall from Wheeler's lips. 

“Right? Say it mutt, or I’ll be the only one coming. The only thing you’ll be doing is licking up my wasted cum.” That seems to kick him into gear because he’s moaning and rutting muffled affirmations to him. Cracked vowels are lost when Kaiba shoves his face into the cushions again. 

“I knew you could be a good little slutty pup, you just need a firm hand?” Kaiba coos,bending over to whisper in his ear- making sure his tone makes his cute blonde feel as humiliated as possible. It only shocks him a little when Joey just whines even louder and brushes his ass teasingly back and forth on Kaiba's cock. Making him shove his hips back just to keep his excited pup still. 

Kaiba won't admit it, but that little show of submission and acceptance has him close enough to come. This sexual tension was built on for years, he would never have thought Wheeler would finally break down and let the CEO have him completely. 

The very thought of owning Joey, collar and all, snaps something inside of Kaiba and he’s letting go of Joey's hips and hurriedly shoving his tight pants down, putting the blonde's ass on display. Cant help but add a few spanks, watching greedily as his cheeks grow as red as the blondes face. Hunger spikes through Kaiba's stomach thinking about how beautiful his pup would look marked up. And he tells him exactly that. Only to be surprised yet again when Joey pushes back with a delicious wiggle and lets out a keen Kaiba never thought he would hear. 

“Next time, if you're a good little pupslut then maybe i’ll consider giving you a spank for good behavior.'' He wants to so badly, but the glance at the watch tells him that he doesn't have long before the others come searching for Joey after the finished match. 

Kaiba reaches inside his coat and retrieves the lube he knows he’s had, thinking that this moment could happen anytime and Kaiba was always prepared. So wishful thinking did in fact work.

Joey gives an indignant squawk when he feels cool wetness press into his hole.

“Where the hell did you get lube - hah fuck- what are you some kind of perve-'' He cuts himself off with a choked off moan when two of Kaiba's fingers enter him roughly. Kaiba's continuous bemusement is not thwarted in the slightest when they go in smoothly. 

“You touched your cute little puppyhole today? Did you think of me? Knew you were gonna see me later today and just couldn't help yourself could you Wheeler. You do this every time you see me? Hope I'll get mad enough and take you where you stand?” Joey whimpered as the brunette curled his fingers and pounded his prostate, dragging along with every word he uttered. The blonde outright moaned and clenched when Kaiba hooked his fingers grinding into the little button, hiccuping barely there words into his hands.. 

“You’re so talkative and now when I ask you questions you suddenly can't speak. Where's that bratty mouth gone huh, answer me” It doesn’t help Joey at all when Kaiba adds another finger, his face becoming scarlet as the squelching of his hole gets louder. 

“I- fuck- I, Im-” Joey can barely choke out words and Kaiba silences him, raising his hips up higher, at an angle that he knows will have the blonde screaming. 

“Wheeler, you're making me consider getting a pet, you wanna be my puppy huh? You wanna be a good boy for me?” Kaiba knows he’s got him for good when he leans closer to the pup's neck and groans in his ear. 

“You know what you have to do, mutt. Beg. Beg and you’ll get that treat you've been slobbering over for years'' He slides his fingers out with a wet squelch and he shushes Joey’s embarrassed cry at the noise. Kaiba knows he wants to hear him as clear as day, the CEO will come to this for weeks. 

It certainly doesn't help when Joey looks at him like he’s hung the moon. Teary eyes and red lips look back at him, breath hitching from exertion. He seems to be thinking about what he says, closing his eyes and yelping when Kaiba smacks his ass, knowing he wants him to look at the brunette when he pleads. 

“Please- Kai- Sir uh Master I- Please!” He huffs in irritation, shoving his face into the couch cushions before trying again. 

“Please Master, Ive been a good boy, please f-fuck me” Just hearing the blonde begging has Kaiba turning him around on his back and unto the floor. 

He’s been wanting that look from Wheeler for so long. And god those sounds he makes when Kaiba opens his pants and lets his cock out. Tip red and straining. Twitching at the thought of having Joey finally underneath him. Where he belonged. 

“Wait- No!! Kaiba, that things monstrous!! I'm not having that thing inside-” A hand clamps down on Joey's throat catching the last of the blondes sentence. Squeezing firmly enough to let the pup know who’s in charge, Kaiba just hums and brushes his nose against his ear. 

“My hand looks better than any  collar I've ever thought about giving you” Joey's eyes flutter at the realization that Kaiba has thought about this as much as he has. 

Assuming that he’s placated Joey for now, he brings his hips back and grabs the base of his cock angling it into the pup's wet hole, hissing at the slight pain. He had neglected himself too long. 

He huffs out a breath when the head breaches the pink rim and decides to push past it, knowing that if he was to savor it he would come and the fun would be over. 

Joey lets out a long whine as he feels Kaiba sheaths his way inside him. Lips parting wide in a choked off moan, his body spasming and cock jerking with pleasure as Kaiba bears down deep, his head rubbing immediately against the blonde's prostate. God he was so big, and he hates that because of course he is. 

“Come on pup breathe, youre taking my cock whether you like it or not so i'd suggest you do something to help yourself.” Kaiba does a tentative thrust, grinning when Joey turns his head to the side. 

Its cute that he’s pouting. 

“I know how bad you’re craving it, just give in like you’ve always wanted.” The low whisper traces alongside his ear sending a shiver down Joey's spine, making his hole clench down on Kaiba's deliciously. 

Every thrust has Kaiba experimentally going deeper and pushing just a little more, breaking down Joey’s walls. The blonde has to grit his teeth as he feels his mind blanking out, heat blooms at the pit of his stomach. Kaiba with his sadistic intuition, grazes his hand past his pretty pink cock and pressing down on the blondes lower stomach. Making Joey howl at the sensation of him feeling so full. He tried moving away with cries and pleading, but the CEO just growls and grabs his hips, shoving him roughly back down on his dick in revenge. Knowing that at this point if anyone was to walk past the room, everyone would know what they were doing. 

“You’re moving so much, maybe I should put a leash on you next time?” Twisting the blonde's nipples as he tilts the blondes hips higher and bringing his leg over his shoulder, it makes him shriek and Kaiba has to clap his hand over his mouth in glee. Doesnt stop him from fucking him even harder, wet slaps echoing harshly through the room as he takes his yapping puppy apart. 

“You wanna come home with me you little mutt? Want your master to feed his come into your greedy hole?” Joey shakes his head vigorously, closing his eyes as his face is further tucked into Kaiba's shirt. Caressing the blondes head as Kaiba slows down and buries himself to the hilt. Mumbles of faint “Kaiba’s” are the only thing heard in the empty room. 

Fuck Kaiba thinks he could do this forever. 

The way that Joey is gripping his white coat like a lifeline, muscled legs holding onto Kaiba's waist, barely moving- afraid the brunettes cock will slip out and it will all be over.

It makes the CEO  oddly possessive. To have his feelings returned tenfold and have Joey a whimpering mess feels like more victory than when his father died. He doesnt plan on this achievement leaving anytime soon. Joey is Kaibas’ now. 

Grinding their hips in slow circular motion, he’s overjoyed when he sees big crocodile tears start to fall on his pup's face. He keeps the torturous pace until Joey is sobbing in pleasure into his hand as he comes hard. The blonde starts to hit Kaiba's chest when he still continues to rock into him, slow and insistent, matching the rhythm exactly when he grabs Joey’s cock- until he is coming again. Screaming into Kaibas hand, spit and tears soaking every piece of skin between them. Cock twitching as it dribbles out onto Kaiba's infamous white coat. 

“K-kaiba please i-i want, fuck i want it please- I need it inside” 

He’s begging Kaiba to come inside him and this just makes Kaiba coo and grin again as he pulls out and lifts his shirt up and comes all over Joey's hiccuping chest. Grinning cheekily when he hears Joey’s whine in dismay as he smears it in, smoothing it all over his nipples and brings his hands up, gripping the blondes neck again. 

“Now, you know who you belong to mutt”

[bettsfic]

how do you flesh out an idea into a real story, when the idea is simply a question or theme? I feel like there is many ways to take a story when your idea is broad like this.

i've answered similar asks like this that you can find in my process tag and idea generation tag. i think i probably addressed it most closely in this ask.

it's a very interesting coincidence you asked me this, anon, because i just finished a novella whose plot is cobbled together by 3 ideas in a trenchcoat. they were all half-formed concepts that never came together on their own but i still really liked them and held onto them. i think the earliest one was from 2016? unlike a lot of my other stories, i did kind of brute force this one but i think it came out okay! we'll see if my early readers vibe with it or are just "what the fuck, betts." (furry ghost story!)

in the post i linked, i talk about "the easy, long road" of vague ideas, which feels a bit like hoarding, keeping useless things believing you'll one day need them for something. except they don't take up any space, and the good ones end up sticking with you and you *do* end up using them. i think i always take the short, hard road at first, thinking something magical will happen, but i always end up losing steam. that said, whatever i jot down ends up being really helpful when i finally do manage to use an old idea.

i agree, there are many ways to take a story when your idea is broad. it's like being handed a block of wood and you have to carve it down into something but you have no idea what. if you're feeling really compelled, you can make it happen just by getting started. if you're not, you just kind of have to wait until you figure out what it is you want to carve, and do it with more intention than the other option.

i think a long time ago i wrote about "aesthetic piles" but i can't find that post. the idea there is that you create a working title for your theme or question (furry ghost story [actual title "little thousand"] was "dog-eared" for several years), and whenever you watch or read something that fits the aesthetic of that thing, you add it to the pile. eventually you'll put something on the pile that topples it over, and that's when you can start writing it.

and sometimes you end up writing something and realize later that it answers that question or addresses that theme you'd wanted to pursue ages ago. i guess that's the good thing about broad ideas: they're not just single stories, they're generally your core subject matter, things you'll come back to again and again, and concepts you'll pursue whether you intend to or not. i wrote a little bit about developing your Project in a previous newsletter.